✧ day 3 || prompt: traditions || @swoon-june 2026
✧ pairing: olruggio x reader (gender-neutral)
✧ tags: fluff, domestic, established relationship, childhood friends, friends to lovers
✧ word count: 623
✧ links: my swoon june 2026 masterlist || ao3
One of the small joys in your life—as a witch, that is—is making tea the outsider way. No fire spells, no vapor bubbles - just good, solid craftsmanship in the form of a kettle and a stovetop.
The kitchen was dim and quiet - only a few lanterns around the atelier remain lit at this time of evening, when most of the building's occupants have turned in. The kettle bubbles on the stovetop contentedly, and you hover unceremoniously in your nightrobe.
You look up, and Olruggio is leaning on the doorframe, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand.
"Finished everything for the night?" you call out fondly, turning your attention back to the now whistling kettle.
Olruggio grumbles, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "As finished as it's gonna get. One commission's done, another prototype started, but… I'll have to swing by Kalhn in the morning for some extra materials… and then I'll need to…"
He continues, his slippers shuffling across the stone floor as he saunters closer to you.
"… and then the client changed the specifications again, so now I need to recalculate the whole bloody thing."
A faint smile tickles your lips at Olruggio's complaining, something you had gotten very used to after his long hours in the workshop. With an exasperated sigh, Olruggio snuggles up behind you, his arms sliding around your sides and pulling you closer to him. He exhales deeply, billowing warmth against your neck as you giggle at the sensation.
"You smell nice," he muffles into your collar.
"I hear the scent of parchment and freshly baked bread is in right now," you smile, setting a second mug down on the counter.
This little kitchen rendezvous had become somewhat of a tradition between yourself and Olruggio. After Qifrey and the girls have retired for the evening, you usually find yourself wandering the atelier in pursuit of a warm beverage before bed. It's also around that time that Olruggio emerges from whatever corner of the atelier he's buried himself in. More often than not, your paths cross. At some point, it stopped being mere coincidence, and one mug of tea quietly became two.
You steadily pour the water from the kettle into the two mugs, taking extra care not to splash any on to yourself, nor the man draped around your waist.
A splash of milk later, and—after unraveling Olruggio from your robes—you carefully hand him his piping hot drink.
"Careful, it's hot," you caution, but Olruggio just smirks.
"You tell me that every time."
"Doesn't make it any less true," you retort with a huff, before offering him honey for his drink. He shakes his head and leans forward to whisper in your ear.
"I reckon you already made it sweet enough."
"Good grief, Olly."
You sigh dramatically with a tired smile, while Olruggio simply takes a smug sip of tea. You turn away to grab your cup of tea too - but really, it's to hide the way your cheeks are growing ever redder.
The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional sip of tea and the distant patter of rain against the windows.
"Thanks for always waitin' up for me," Olruggio quietly pipes up over his cup, and you blink in surprise.
"…Of course," you tilt your head shyly, averting his gaze, before leaning forward and brushing a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek. "I look forward to our nightly tea and kisses."
Olruggio stutters a bashful laugh, and turns his head to capture your lips with his.
"C'mon," he mumbles against your mouth, his fingers searching for and intertwining with yours, "let's get to bed before you make me spill this tea everywhere."
✧ day 1 & 2 || prompt(s): first love & rainy day || @swoon-june 2026
✧ pairing: olruggio x reader (gender-neutral)
✧ tags: fluff, domestic, established relationship, childhood friends, friends to lovers, first love
✧ word count: 398
✧ links: my swoon june 2026 masterlist || ao3
"Well~ what about you, y/n? Who was your first love?"
Tetia sits across the dining table from you, her eyes glittering with curiosity, her chin resting cozily in her hands. The corner of your mouth twitches.
We really don't need to talk about that.
"Ah, you know… it was so long ago, I couldn't say, really."
Breakfast at Qifrey's atelier rarely went by without incident. Whether it's Coco causing a ruckus in the kitchen, Agott telling her off for the aforementioned ruckus, or Richeh further provoking them with some cute crystalline spell, there was always some manner of wacky conversation occurring at the same time. Unfortunately for you, the topic this particular morning had somehow turned to discussing the adult witches' childhood crushes, and the girls weren't about to take no for an answer.
Rain patters on the windows, accentuating the silence that had followed your wishy-washy response. Tetia's eyes narrow in clear suspicion, and you quickly dart your eyes away from her.
How Qifrey and Olruggio escaped this round of questioning unscathed is beyond you.
The problem is not that you don't recall the answer.
The problem is that the answer is sitting across the room from you.
You steal a glance.
Olruggio looks exhausted.
His eyes have those telltale shadows under them, the ones that give away yet another night's sleep lost to work. You suppress a sigh. No amount of nagging him to get to bed will ever get through to that man.
As if he could sense your presence, Olruggio looks up from his tea. The corners of his lips tug upwards, his gaze knowing (and mocking), and you instinctively respond by pulling a silly face.
Right.
Your first love.
You'd spent so many years thinking of Olruggio as your best friend that it was always hard to pin down the moment you realized you were head over heels. It hadn't been clear to you as children or teens, but by the time you two had reunited at the atelier, your heart had quietly made up its mind.
Across the way, Olruggio's eyes, still locked on to you, soften. There's a small, familiar smile forming on his lips, although in true Olruggio fashion, he quickly brushes away his feelings with his sleeve, and returns to his tea with a flustered grumble.
hello! i'm getting back into writing (hooray!) and i am posting on ao3 and i figured i would post here too... so, please check out my drabbles if you have time & are interested! :)
all of the fics are olruggio x reader! reader is gender-neutral unless otherwise specified. also most of it is fluff. i am very fluffy lol.
✧ day 1 & 2 || first love & rainy day (389 words)
⤷ tumblr || ao3
Day 11 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here
Featuring: Ikemen Villains | Jude Jazza x f!reader
Tags: mdni, smut, wet dream, sexual fantasy, nipple play, fingering, piv sex, multiple orgasms, some degradation if you squint, pwp
Prompts: Wet Dreams/Sexual Fantasy | “Go on, put it in yourself.”
ao3 link here.
Crown Castle was surprisingly empty, which was unusual given that a member or two were always lurking about during the day, especially on the weekends – mostly Victor who always seemed to be present or Roger who was always working on some experiment – but today, the large castle was blissfully quiet.
You made your way to the parlor, your latest novel – a torrid romantic fantasy – in hand, one you generally kept hidden in your room, one if any of the castle’s occupants caught you reading would end with you dying of embarrassment.
Today, however, you felt safe reading it in the sunlit window you loved in the parlor as the only occupant in the castle, and with a delighted hum, you entered the peaceful parlor stroking the book in your hands. Last night you had gotten to the part where the tragic hero, a tortured vampire, rescued the damsel in distress, a woman with a heart of gold, and he was finally on the verge of giving in to his passion after pages of thick sexual tension.
“Tch.. can’t ya see I’m readin’ here?”
Shrieking, you jumped, heart pounding furiously in your chest, fumbling to hide your book behind your back. Turning to the speaker, your eyes widened, squeaking in surprise. “Ju–Jude?!”
Because in the very bay window you hoped to occupy sat Jude, nonchalantly draped on the cushion, cigarette in one hand, a dry looking tome of a book in the other propped up by his knees. You gripped the novel in your hands tighter, pressing it closer into the folds of your skirt. When you roamed about the castle earlier, you hadn’t seen a hint of anyone, let alone the languid Crown member in the room.
“If ya got eyes, then ya know to get the hell outta here.”
Jude didn’t look up from his reading, but you didn’t need to see his face to know he was feeling irritated with your presence. You turned to go, but you hesitated, eyeing the velvet couch in the center of the room. It was late afternoon when the sun was at its most gentle warmest, your room at its most stuffiest, and the couch looked so plush… You snuck a peek at the pre-occupied man who was currently paying you no attention, and wanting nothing more than to sink into the velvet cushions, you strode over to the couch. The parlor was designed to hold multiple occupants and plenty large enough for the both of you to read quietly without acknowledging the other’s presence.
“Oi.”
You looked in Jude’s direction whose amethyst eyes were glaring at you with displeasure.
“Ya deaf? I said get outta here.”
Holding his glare, you defiantly settled yourself on the couch until you were perched against the armrest with your legs stretched out along the couch length. “I’ll read quietly.”
Jude clicked his tongue and sighed, a huffy, impatient sigh, but returned his attention to his boring, complex book.
You exhaled slowly. It wasn’t that Jude scared you, but he was rather imposing, and he had this way of pinning you with his intense glares, much like how you imagined a wolf would pin down a defenseless rabbit. Absolutely certain his attention was most definitely off of you and would remain off of you, you relaxed into the heavenly soft cushions, cracking your book open to where you had left off the night before.
Just as you expected, it was delicious. The male love interest, Silvio, had vowed to never love again after being betrayed by his love in the past, but had reluctantly fallen for the main female lead, Emma, who helped him heal in her kindness, and despite trying his damndest to push her away, her love prevailed. Silvio had Emma in his arms, capturing her lips in a heated kiss, his passion overtaking him. He slowly undid the buttons on the back of her dress, never once letting her go, and as her dress fell off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Emma stood before Silvio, naked and exposed. Silvio’s eyes darkened, and his hands trailed down her back, one grazing Emma’s leg, fingers teasingly running up her inner thigh, reaching for the sweet honey that–
“Ya read this crap?”
You jumped for the second time that afternoon, although thankfully, you didn’t shriek like a fool this time around. Whipping your head to the side, you startled at Jude’s leering face peering at the book in your hands from over your shoulder, a sadistic grin playing on his lips.
God damn it. How did you not hear him move across the room?
You blushed. Of all the people to be caught by, Jude honestly had to be one of the worst because it was highly unlikely he would let this go, at least not until he tortured you into the darkest depths of humiliation.
“Ain’t that some lewd shit?” He glittered wickedly at you. “This what yer into, princess?”
You groaned, wanting nothing more than to bury your face in your hands, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how affected you were by him in this given moment.
“What’s wrong with reading ‘this shit?” you pushed back.
“Nothin’.” Jude leaned in closer. “Expected nothin’ else from an indecent woman like ya.”
His face was so close to yours, his nose, a mere inch or so from brushing against your cheek. You could feel the heat of his body on yours, and suddenly, the room felt stifling and sweltering, as if the sun burned instead of glowing through the large windows.
“Clearly I’m not the only one if you’re familiar,” you spat, attempting to mask the strange tightening sensation in your chest and your rapidly rising heartbeat.
The look Jude was giving you was frighteningly predatory, his eyes flashing with a devilish heat. You gulped, his intensity robbing you of your ability to breathe. His eyes lazily trailed from you back to the book in your shaking hands.
“Yer at the part where he finally gives in to his desires, are ya?”
You blinked, several times in rapid succession. How would he know that unless he… “Did you really read this?!” Jude read a lot of things, but this… you never expected him to read fantasy let alone romance.
“Wouldn’t ya like to know, princess.”
God, you wished you could slap that infuriating smirk off his face… or maybe kiss it.
You flushed. Where the hell did that come from?!
Your body’s state of discomfort didn’t go unnoticed by the devil of a man teasing you.
“Ya want me to show ya what happens next?”
You felt the flush on your face spread, creeping further down your neck and disappearing into your blouse. You swallowed thickly as you watched Jude follow the bright red of your skin disappear into your clothes, and the temperature of the room increased by a few more degrees.
Why was it so damn hot?
“No, I’m quite alright.”
Why was your voice pitching an octave higher?!
“Ya sure? If ya dream about such… lewd things, I can make it happen for ya.”
Something in your brain short-circuited when his slender finger began tracing along your collarbone and down your sternum. His finger was feather-light against your body, but the way your body fluttered from his touch felt so shamefully good, you didn’t want him to stop.
“That’s… that’s not necessary,” you hoarsely retorted, kicking yourself internally when your voice cracked.
Jude’s finger stilled, and pulling away, he straightened back into an upright position. “That’s yer choice then? Suit yerself.” He shrugged, placing his hands in his pockets.
You faltered. The sudden loss of his proximity felt enraging. There was a fire smoldering within you, all caused by him, and he was just walking away. You gaped at his back, oscillating between wanting to hold onto your pride and wanting him to come back and finish what he started. You watched Jude move further and further away until he reached the entrance to the parlor.
“Wait!”
You grimaced at how quickly you folded and how flustered you were at his teasing, but… the sudden absence of him felt hollow… and you wanted to know how the book went… in person, demonstrated by Jude’s own slender hands.
Jude paused.
You licked your lips, feeling parched at what you were about to say next.
“What happens next?”
That piqued Jude’s interest, and he turned to face you. You couldn’t quite read the expression on his face, and he remained silent, scrutinizing you.
“Ya really wanna know?”
“Yes.”
He held your gaze, something dark and stormy brewing on his brows. He took a menacing step forward.
“Ya want me to show ya?”
“Yes...”
Jude crossed the distance back to where you sat, keeping his eyes trained on yours, and then he smirked, the devilish grin back again, teasing you.
“No turnin’ back now, princess.”
“No…”
Jude reached down, crashing his thin lips against yours. You hungrily pushed back, the fire blazing into an inferno. He pulled back, lightly panting, a thumb roughly swiping against your bottom lip.
“Where’d ya leave off? Where Silvio takes off her dress?”
You nodded. Jude pulled on the ribbon holding the collar together, pulling it down your shoulders. You closed your eyes, biting down the sensual moan building in your throat as he trailed feverish kisses down your neck and shoulders. His hands deftly undid the buttons along your back, each graze of his fingers on your skin leaving behind a tingling buzz. Soon your blouse was off and tossed to the side.
“Heh… it goes down just as deep as I figured…” You heard Jude delightfully mutter to himself eyeing the pink flush covering your torso.
“Jude,” you whined, drawing out the vowel in his name.
“Give me a minute, princess. Let me look at ya.”
You knew you turned even redder at his statement, feeling vulnerable at the way his burning eyes raked over your naked flesh, admiring how deep the flush had crept down. Inhaling sharply, he brought his mouth down to your breast, taking one pert peak into his mouth, biting down and soothing it with his tongue.
You gasped, the sensation of him on your breast even better than you could have imagined – not that you imagined it, except maybe once or twice when alone in your room reading that stupid novel… definitely not because Silvio reminded you of a fiery version of Jude…
“Gotta get yer skirt off.”
He moved to unbutton your skirt, and you pushed your hips off the couch so he could yank both your skirt and your underwear down your legs and carelessly discard them to the floor, all while still taunting you with his skillful tongue. You briefly wondered in your dizzy, pleasure-riddled mind where he had learned to be so skilled with his mouth, wondering if it was learned from his smoking addiction, but that didn’t seem to make much sense at all.
“Jude… what– what does Silvio do next?”
You could barely get your question out, so breathless and enraptured in the way his mouth was playing with you, the ripples of rapture you were feeling from his tongue alone coursing down to your belly.
“Heh… I’ll show ya.” Jude rolled your sensitive peak between his teeth, trailing up your bare leg, stroking your inner thigh dangerously close to where your arousal pooled. “He strokes her… here.”
His fingers brushed along your folds, coating themselves in your slick desire, lightly pressing on the sweet nub sitting at the top of your slit. You arched your back, a strangled moan escaping you, unable to hold back the vocal expressions of your gratification any longer.
“Ya liked that, didja? Ya nasty woman.”
His glee at your writhing from his provocation was clearly evident in the pleased tone of his voice. You knew you should be upset, the way you normally would when he called you names, but something about his taunting was only adding to the torrential mix of him, his touch, his voice, his scent.
“What… Ngh…” Your hips jerked sharply as his finger circled firmly above your slit yet again. “What… Jude, what does… haah… Silvio do next?”
“This.”
Jude unceremoniously plunged two of his fingers inside you. The most animalistic guttural groan ripped out of you, surprising not just Jude, but also yourself. You couldn’t ever recall when you made such a primal noise before in your life, but the sensation of him inside of you was unholy, curling against a part of you that you didn’t even know existed, but had you violently arching your back at the white hot flash before your eyes.
“God damn, princess.”
You heard Jude bite out as you clamped down on his fingers, lewd whimpers tumbling from your lips. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t had any experience, but nothing… nothing… like this. You were on fire, and he hadn’t even fully touched you yet.
“And then?” you barely rasped out, breathing erratically shallow, disoriented and dizzy from the onslaught of his fingers inside of you and his thumb pressing your clit.
“Eager, princess?” Jude teased, but there was less of a taunt and more of a feral growl in the way he replied.
“Jude,” you pitifully whined, bucking wildly against his palm, trying your hardest to keep up with how quickly his fingers were pumping in and out of you. The coil in your belly was taut, ready to snap at any moment.
“He uses his mouth.”
The sudden absence of his fingers snapped you back to reality, but your reprieve was short-lived because the next thing you knew, Jude was between your legs and hauling you towards his face by the bruising grip he had on your hips. Settling his mouth on you, he ran his tongue up your slit.
Your breath hitched.
Oh sweet heavens.
You threw your head back, grasping the soft cushions below you in a vice grip as Jude ravaged you, holding you in place, digging his fingertips into your supple flesh. He explored every inch of you with his mouth, feasting on you like a man starved, the coil in your belly only growing tighter and tighter.
He nudged his mouth up higher and sucked down hard.
“Jude!”
The coil snapped. You saw stars as shudder after shudder of ecstasy overtook you in waves, mind devoid of any thoughts save for the intense pleasure running through you and the sensation of Jude continuing to mouth you through your tremors.
“Don’t think that happened in the book,” Jude snickered, using his sleeve to wipe your essence off his mouth and chin.
“And.. and then?” you asked weakly, laying there dazed, staring at the ceiling and thinking that this couldn’t possibly be the end.
“And then…”
The sound of rustling had you craning your head to see Jude at long fucking last removing every piece of clothing until he was just as exposed as you, his dick standing at attention. You marveled at how it was just like him, tall, sinewy, thicker than it looked, maybe even slightly irritated with a permanent scowl on its face. You wondered how it would feel in your mouth. In you.
Jude sat back on the other end of the couch, legs spread open. “Go on, put it in yerself.” He arched an eyebrow, a corner of his mouth flicking upwards, that smug smirk you wanted to slap – or was it kiss now – daring you to come closer.
You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, ignoring the damp spot forming beneath you staining the velvet below. “We’re not following the book anymore, are we?”
“Very perceptive of ya, princess. So, ya gonna come here or not?” Jude patted his lap, mocking you with that shit-eating smirk of his.
You glowered at him, but your gaze fell back to his lap, and you felt yourself move, crawling towards him on all fours, fully aware you were giving him a show based on the scandalous look on his face. He leaned back even further into the cushions, resting both his arms along the top of the couch, spread out and proudly on display.
Cocky bastard.
Sweetly smiling at the infuriatingly smug man in front of you, you rose on your knees, and straddling his lap, feeling emboldened, you kissed him furiously, guiding him into position. Without breaking the kiss, you sank down, hard, burying him to the hilt.
Jude choked on his own breath.
Oh. You grinned villainously into his mouth. He wasn’t expecting that.
You ground against him wanting to provoke him for taunting you mercilessly, relishing each choked groan he uttered. You squeezed your thighs, intentionally clenching around him as you pushed yourself up, preparing to slide down agonizingly slowly, to tease him for a change.
Smug, arrogant, sadistic, fucking sexy jerk.
Jude snapped, thrusting into you without abandon, the tip of him ramming into your cervix. You exhaled sharply, the pain radiating from your center not wholly unwelcome, your vision flashing white. Jude flipped you onto your back during your dazed confusion, and he slammed into you repeatedly.
“Then, princess,” he grunted, brutally jerking his hips into you, a primal frenzy overtaking him, “they fucked.”
He moved against you with such force you could only cling to him. Seeking the tiniest bit of respite, you wrapped your legs around him, accidentally pulling him deeper into you, causing Jude to growl ferociously and only increase his frenzied pace.
You were trembling. For the second time, Jude had you seeing stars, writhing from the unbearable pleasure building deep in you. You didn’t want him to stop, desperate for him to make you cum, to make you quake and shiver and quiver, to make you unravel in the throes of passion, to come undone by his hand.
“Hah.. princess, yer so tight.”
Jude’s groans were right in your ear, his voice vibrating through his body into yours. A thrilling ecstasy was overtaking you, heading towards an explosive peak only he could bring you to, building, building, building until–
“Oi.”
A nudge.
“Oi!”
You cracked open an eye, wincing as the bright sunlight invaded your vision.
“Oi, princess, wake up.”
Your eyes fluttered open, and blinking heavily, you rubbed your face with the palm of your hands.
“Jude?”
You blearily focused on Jude, confused as to why he was facing you by the couch instead of towering over you and way more clothed than you remembered, why you were suddenly fully clothed. Squinting as you adjusted to the light, you sat up on the couch, your book falling off your lap and tumbling to the floor below.
Was it all just a dream?
As the tendrils of sleep faded away, the full reality of the dream you had hit you, and you blushed a furious shade of red. Oh god… you didn’t moan or utter his name in your sleep by any chance… did you?
Wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole, you glanced at Jude, anxiously searching him for any signs he had an inkling of the indecent dream you just had, but he only had that same infuriating smirk on his face, which widened when he caught you staring at him intently.
“Hah… why’s yer face so red? Ya have a lewd dream or somethin’?”
“N–no!” you cried out, and face burning even hotter than you thought possible, you swiped your book off of the floor, running out of the parlor to put as much distance as you possibly could between you and the arrogant jerk who was starting to get that dangerous sadistic glint in his eyes.
You didn’t give him anything to torment you about, right? Right?
Groaning internally, you hurried back through the large castle to the safety of your room cursing yourself for being so careless.
Unbeknownst to you, however, you left behind a darkened patch of velvet where you had been laying. Jude ran a finger over it, lips curling when he realized it was damp right where your hips had been on the cushion. He snickered, a sound you thankfully were not around to hear, rubbing his pointer and thumb together.
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