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My dirtiest thoughts I present to thee my dearest:

Declan in full munch mode making direct eye contact whilst licking his moustache and diving back in!

Look at me no longer anonymous and a complete pig! I can only apologise…

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GORGEOUS idea my darling 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 declan o’hara is the biggest, most generous munch, pass it on x

“How does it feel, my girl?”

(Rivals) Declan O’Hara x Reader

Suggestion by one’s own heart 🩷 / Declan shows you how much he appreciates you…

18+ FANFIC / SMUT from the offset & gorgeously angsty. Shortish I suppose? Reader character aged at 21. As always, request what you wanna see in my ask box 💋

Lately, life had been hard. Work was growing increasingly tense and arduous. Declan had been putting so much labour into Venturer that he had barely had time to look at you, let alone touch you. However, you were sat at your dinner table, amethyst pleated skirt falling softly at your knees, and sipping from a mug of sweet hot chocolate, laden with marshmallows. “Evenin’, babe.” The Irishman huffed, making his way into the dining room and throwing his briefcase by his feet. “Hello.” You sulk, briefly checking the time on your wrist watch. 7pm — an early finish by Declan’s standards.

“Please don’t. I’m not in the fuckin’ mood tonight.” He groans, massaging his brutish fingers into his eyes and pushing out an exasperated sigh. “You’re not in the mood? I’ve barely seen you this week, I’m starting to think you and Rupert have some secret affair going on.” You roar, slamming both hands against the darkened oak of your dining table. Declan laughed sardonically and pointed a finger at you before he spoke. “Who do you t’ink is payin’ the bills for this place? Because it’s not you, sittin’ around drinkin’ fuckin’ hot chocolate all day.” And the words sound bitter and vulgar leaving his mouth — an amalgamation of sarcasm and utter poison.

Shaking your head in disbelief and not dignifying him with a response, you keep azure eyes affixed on him as he walks towards you, lowering himself to his knees. “What are you doing?” You ask, as he lifts your pleated skirt away from your knees and balls it up at your hips. “No pants?” He questions with a smirk, and you begin to shuffle your pelvis forward, you allow him access to your wet spot. “I’m sorry for not bein’ around. I wanna show ya’ how much ya’ mean to me.” And with that, his pointed tongue was lapping at your clit, first drawing tender circles across your pink bud and paying close attention to your breathless moans.

When he was sufficiently pleased that you were worked up enough, he delved his tongue deeper, working fervently at your swollen clit and making you whimper in ecstasy. Declan kept his chocolate orbs fixed on yours — the unwavering eye contact providing you with additional pleasure. He pulled away from your cunt momentarily and ran his fatigued tongue across his mahogany ‘tash, savouring every sweet droplet of your wetness from the bristles. The provocative sight made your thighs tense, clit pulsating in lust for the Irishman. “How does it feel, my girl?” He asked in a guttural, coarse tone. “So fucking good.” You pant, and he wastes no time in diving back in, taking your clit between his lips and sucking softly, making you sob with sensitivity and keep a hand firmly clasped to the back of his head.

The feral way in which he flicked at your cunt drove you ever closer to orgasm, rhythmic lashings of his hot tongue driving untamed bucking from your hips. “Fuck, Declan, I’m gonna cum.” You spit out, clenching fistfuls of his brunette hair. Your lustful moans accelerated, and you came into your lover’s mouth, deafening moans accompanying it. Declan slowly pulled away, a string of wetness attaching itself to his moustache that he promptly cleaned up with the tip of his tongue. “I love the taste of your cum.” He muttered in a hushed tone, and you feverishly grin back, still pulsating from your orgasm.

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sat on the sofa at 4pm with every intention to write for the rest of the night… woke up half an hour ago with my phone open on rivals gifs… it shall be a late one then 🤣

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“I will never forget your touch. It will linger on me.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by a sweet anon 🫶🏽 / You’re incredibly nervous to pop your cherry, but Rupert comforts you throughout it all.

18+ FANFIC / SMUT from the offset and soft Rupert! 🥰 Reader character aged 21. My ask box is open again, so please request anything you wanna see 💋

Approaching the two week anniversary since you and Rupert Campbell-Black had made your budding relationship official, he had started to send subtle signs that we wanted you to be more intimate. A soft sweep of his palm across your bare thighs, a solemn whisper in your ear at night, a tight cuddle in bed, the imprint of his cock against your leg. Tonight, however, you were both curled up in bed. Rupert fixated on a monotonous documentary pictured on the screen of his ginormous 27” television, and you were flicking breezily through the women’s section of The Scorpion — uncaring of the numerous recipes, stories readers husbands infidelity and which colour palette you should choose based on your tan this coming season.

Rupert chuckled heartily at a spiritless joke on the telly and passed his right hand under the heavenly duck-feather duvet, stroking his fingertips over your thigh. He pulled back the covers gently to reveal your bed time outfit — a delicate white silk slip dress with intricate lace lining across the neckline. Your bare skin was bronzed and velveted, and hid made him groan in desire. “You have no idea how badly I want to be inside of you.” He muttered breathlessly, locking cerulean orbs with you. Raising your arched eyebrows, you bite your lip and kick the covers away from your feet. “I think I know. I want you too. I’ve just never…” You stutter, eyes clamping shut in embarrassment. For a man of such Lothario stature, you couldn’t believe he had fallen for you — autonomously virginal at twenty one years old. “I thought as such. I wish you’d have told me.” He replies, sensualised eyes softening.

“I’m just nervous. I wanted to save it for someone special, and that person is you but… I’m just nervous, Rupert.” You whisper, placing your palm over his on your thigh. He propped himself up on an elbow and watched as he moved his hand — fingers tracing complex patterns across the length of your leg. “We’ll take it step by step, I promise.” He reassures you, and you nod in consent. Steadily, he inched closer to kiss you — lips crashing in symphonic yearning, a collision of passion between two souls. Rupert pulled his tight white boxer shorts from his person and lay back on the bed, allowing you to marvel at his picturesque body, and marvel you did. Your mind could barely comprehend the magnificent structure that lay beside you. Pulling your own slip dress off with one swift move, Rupert took his turn to gawp at you. Taking a moment to consume the sight of your sizeable, bouncing breasts, your rounded hourglass figure, your shapely atheistic legs — truly the personification of Aphrodite. “Wow, angel. You look spectacular.” Rupert passionately breathed, fighting furiously the urge to take you there and then.

Crawling down to the foot of the bed, you lay between his legs, taking the length of his monumentally erect cock in your hands, stroking it softly and keeping your eyes fixed on his handsome groans. “What are you going to do with it, princess?” He teased, and you wasted no time in taking his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue and allowing yourself to take him deeper into your throat. His pleasurable groans spurred you on evermore to increase your tempo, feeling yourself gag as you spit onto his cock, promptly rubbing it across his girth with your right hand. Rupert watched in absolute disbelief as his angel’s eyes darkened — signification that tonight would be a consequential change in your behaviour. Taking him into your throat again, hands by your side, you bob your head up and down violently, saliva escaping the sides your mouth desperately. Rupert’s abdominals tensed in ecstasy, but he cautiously backed away and brought himself to his knees.

“Bend over for me, angel.” He instructs, and you instantaneously do as your food, arching your back and presenting him with your bare arse, wet pussy glinting in the amber glow of the lamp and soft skin tantalisingly close to him. Teasing your glistening entrance with the swollen head of his cock, he slowly entered himself inside you — carnal lust overtaking his body as your vice gripped across his girth. You breathlessly, an intoxicating mixture of both pleasure and pain. “Please be gentle, Rupert.”

“Oh, don’t worry, angel. I’ll be gentle.” He reassures you, thrusting inside of you and alleviating his stress inside the primal heat of your cunt. Taking a firm hold on the voluptuous curves of your hips, he cannot help but land a firm smack on your arse, lips biting together at the sight of the reverberation of his brutish hand. “Fuck, Rupert.” You whisper, eyes ablaze with sexual gratification. Flipping you over onto your back, Rupert pins your legs over his shoulder, grabbing a firm handful of your tits as he continues his sexual barrage upon you. “You feel so good. Where do you want my cum?” He asks, and you take a careful moment to consider. “On my face.” You reply, a devilish smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

Rupert cannot help but replicate your lustful grin. The inebriating aroma of his mannish aftershave filled your lungs as you curved your lips in relaxation, feeling every single passionate stroke inside you. “Get ready, angel. I’m gonna cum.” He warns you, thrusts become sloppy as he nears his release. Using his hand to guide his cock out of you, he leans over you, jerking himself with one hand as you look up at him with an expectant gaze. You moan alongside him and beg him for his sweet cum. “Please, Rupert, give it to me.”

Grunting accompanying every rope of hot cum, Rupert shot his load over your face — you giggling as you feel your eyelashes becoming heavy under the splashes. “Fucking hell, angel. You look incredible with my cum all over your face.” He grins, admiring the mess he had made over you. “I will never forget your touch. It will linger on me.” Rupert collapses beside you breathlessly as you scoop a glob of his cum from your chin, sucking at your finger greedily and rather pleased with your first performance.

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out of every scene & line spoken in rivals, for some reason the one that makes me so sad is rupert saying to declan “you’ve had all my money, what more do you want” like 🥹🥹 idk why

[jam3sacaster]

Do you think you could possibly write another Rupert x virgin reader?

Maybe where she's a bit insecure bc of their age gap but she still feels "too old" to be a virgin and she's nervous to bring it up so it him and it kinda eats away at her and he finally gently confronts reader abt it bc he knows something is up?

Sorry if that's a shit request, I'm just obsessed with how you write soft/fluffy Rupert it makes my heart melt and is very healing quite honestly 🥺♥️

Thank you for your stories♥️

omggg soft rupert in this scenario would just melt my heart i can’t even take it 🥺🥺 love this idea!! your wish is my command 🪄🩷

and thank you so much my love, your lovely words mean the absolute world 🫶🏽🫶🏽

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“Let me warm you up, darling.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by a sweet anon 🫶🏽 / Rupert gives you a warm place to stay, and then some…

18+ FANFIC / SMUTish. Reader character aged at 21 💋

Torrential downpour whipped brutally at the ground, bitterly cold air creating the most savage concoction. With only a thin linen jacket wrapped tightly around your waist, you plodded through the cobbled streets of Rutshire, so exhausted and sodden that you couldn’t even force a tear. It was nearing on midnight, and you still had another forty-five minutes before you were home. The rain wasn’t going to let up any time soon — you had to power through. Two beaming strobes of light surrounded you, and the humming noise of an approaching car made you turn around with squinted eyes. Slowly down as it became parallel to you, the small car’s drivers window rolled down slowly, revealing Rupert Campbell-Black. “What on Earth are you doing, walking in the rain at this time?” He questioned, disbelief painted across his face.

“I’ve been at Lizzie’s. James didn’t want to give me a lift home, so…” You mutter, shivering wildly and standing to face him. Rupert muttered something inaudible, but you distinctly made out the word ‘cunt’. Reaching over, he pushed the passenger door open and shook his head. “Get in.”

You did as you were told, drenched clothes sticking to the leather seats of his car. Driving in the direction of his house, and now increasingly angry, Rupert spoke, “Why didn’t you call me?” in a particularly harsh tone. “I didn’t want to trouble you. You know, we’ve not been seeing each other long so I didn’t want to call you up and make you go out of your way.” You sigh, twiddling anxious fingers together in your lap. The downpour lashed against the window, and you watched the drops dance down the glass, creating an imaginary contest between three of them. “And that spineless weasel Vereker… how can he let you walk home in the rain? I’m going to have firm words with Lizzie tomorrow.” He tuts fiercely.

Spinning his car onto his lavish driveway, Rupert shuffles off his jacket and gets out of the car, sprinting to your door and helping your out. You hold his coat over your head and dart towards the door. Wringing your hair out thoroughly before you entered, you felt the dangerous wave of numbing cold reverberate through your veins. “Come on, we’ll go and get you changed.” Rupert sighs, motioning you towards the stairs. Your limbs were so numb and frost-bitten that you could barely move — there was simply no feeling left. Uncaring of getting himself wet, Rupert leant down and scooped you up with ease and carried you up the stairs, only putting you down when you arrived to his bed. “Rupert, you really didn’t have to.” You whisper, but he really wouldn’t hear it. “I’ve got spare shirts in the wardrobe, so help yourself.” He murmurs.

Slowly pulling yourself from his bed, you tremble over to his wardrobe and pick up the stretchiest shirt you could find, laying it gently on top of his crisped blue duvet. Peeling your drenched clothes from your skin, Rupert watched in awe as you revealed your clothes. Mottled pale skin, firm breasts with nipples hard from the cold, a svelte, toned waist and a shapely behind. Inching towards you, Rupert placed an outstretched palm across the small of your back, making you shiver at the sudden warm touch on your skin. “Let me warm you up, darling.” He whispered into your ear, and pushed you softly onto the bed.

Smirking to yourself, you allow Rupert to suck your nipples, swirling his tongue around the pink bud, making you yelp in pleasure. Your blood soon warmed under his touch, and he reached over to turn off the lamp, shrouding you in darkness to hide your ensuing sins.

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if it’s not too much to ask, could I ask for a Rupert x new girlfriend reader fic where the reader is walking in the rain so Rupert offers her a ride & they head back to his house since it’s so close so she can warm up. But once she’s changing and he sees her naked for the first time neither of them can resist each other anymore

nothing is ever to much to ask with MEEEE 🫶🏽🫶🏽 what a marvellous idea, tysm for your request my love!! 🩷 of course!!

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I think Rupert would absolutely spoil the reader whether they want him to or not lol😂

But what about reader seeing a dress or something they really love but it's expensive and don't get it and then a few days later it just shows up at their door 👀✨️

most definitely!! 😅 he would honestly spend so much money on you it would be ridiculous 🥰 such a good idea, on it rn!! 🩷

“Forever Yours, R.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by this sweet anon 🫶🏽 / Rupert seems to have a penchant for gift giving…

18+ FANFIC / Soft Rupert 🥹 Reader character aged at 21.

You much preferred to flick through Rupert’s shopping catalogues than your own. At home, your catalogues were filled with woollen jumpers, middle-aged florals and chunky kitten-heeled boots. Very cute, but very last season. In Rupert’s, there were suave three-piece suits draped on attractive men, tight, breathtaking dresses on even more attractive women, dazzling jewellery and quite possibly the highest heels you have ever seen in your lifetime. “This one’s nice, isn’t it?” You ask Rupert, who was sat beside you on the sofa — puffing hungrily on a thick cigar and flicking through today’s copy of The Scorpion. “Mmm.” He grunted, not looking up from a rather derogatory article about himself, written by a rather familiar journalist.

Your jaw audibly dropped in shock as you flipped the page. There it was. The dress. Electric sapphire blue, pure silk, split hem right up to your pelvis, hugging tightly around the models waist with a plunging neckline. Rupert glanced his eyes towards you at the sound of your lips parting, and quickly transformed his attention back to his paper before you realised. “Wow. That… is… stunning. Look, Rupert! Look how beautiful it is!” You chime, slapping at the glossy paper with widened eyes. “I’ll look in a minute, angel.” He huffed, placing a gentle hand on your knee in order to calm you down. Slightly defeated that your lover didn’t seem to care, you flick to the next page and nonchalantly scan your eyes over the shoes.

-

Exactly nine days later, the weather was crisp and sharp, and the sun was beaming. Tending gently to your newly-blossomed bush of chrysanthemums in the front garden, Rutshire’s postman trudged his way across the gravelled driveway. “Morning!” He beamed, hauling an overloaded, bulging bag over his shoulder. “Good morning!” You chime back, snipping away at the overgrown weeds with a small pair of shears. “Letters for Rupert?” You ask, looking up towards him and protecting your eyes from the dazzling sun with a neon pink gloved hand.

“No, actually. A parcel for you.” He replied, hushing his tone. “I’ll leave it on the doorstep. See you later!” The charming man grinned. Picking yourself up from the floor and dusting your knees of soil, you sprint towards the front door, pulling your gloves off and throwing them onto the floor as you approach. Pushing the front door open and excitedly making your way into the lounge, collapsing onto the sofa and placing the parcel on your lap. The company name on the shipping label wasn’t one that you recognised, so you hurriedly tore open the box to spy a small, black plastic bag. “Huh?” You ask yourself, beginning to tear it open. Under the layers of plastic, you spy the delicate sapphire silk and run your fingers through the creamy fabric. Placed on top was a small, typed-out card. It read,

‘To my angel,

I told you I would look in a minute.

Forever yours, R’

Salted tears beginning to well in your eyes, you pressed a gentle kiss against the card.

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MY DAHHHLING!!!

You have forced me out of the shadows and into the light, blinking and afraid (people sending you sake can no longer be anonymous)! I have completely remade my tumblr as it was stuck in my teen years and not nearly as filthy as I needed it to be!

Now on to your new works: I am screaming!!!!

Fair warning I have a filthy disgusting disgraceful idea that I will send to you after this!

Love oooo - miranon no more!!!

AHHHHH GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET😭😭😭😭😭

I LOVE your username & I AM SOOOOO HAPPY OMG 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

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hello angel beloved,

hows your day been? i hope youve been taking care of yourself and your mental health amidst all this craziness and work. please be sure to take some time for yourself, and get some sleep in these next few hours. i love you so 🤍 let me know how you get on. thinking of you always 🪽😘

xo,

your rupert (and or declan/fred fred) 💫

🥺🥺 only just seen this. and most definitely needed to see this, LOVE U 🩷🩷🩷

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ask box is temporarily closed for tonight just whilst i catch up 🫶🏽🫶🏽 so sorry to disappoint but normal scheduling shall resume tomorrow 🥰🥰🥰 you guys are keeping me busy & booked and I LOVE ITTTT

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got 4-5 more fics coming tonight guys 💋🩷🩷

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watching tiktok edits has convinced me i could write an anthony bridgeton x reader piece very soon, full of scandal, sex & tribulations 🤭

[jam3sacaster]

Hey sweetheart, could you do a fic of Rupert x plus sized! fem reader? 🤍🫶🏻

where Rupert fell out with Declan and comes to you for comfort❤️

Of course my dahhhling, I’d be happy too🥰🫶🏽 Thank you for stopping by! 🤭🩷 I didn’t want to mention body type too much, just as much as I do with any of my other fics, but there’s some subtle soft mentions that would melt my heart 🫶🏽🥰

“You drive me wild.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by this lovely reader 🥰 / Rupert always turns to you first for comfort..

18+ FANFIC / Soft Rupert 🥹. Short Work. Reader character aged at 21. Requests will be back open soon! 🩷

“Good girl, Prudence.” You spoke adoringly to your Jack Russell Terrier, curled up together under a mountain of colourful woollen blankets. You ran a hand over her coarse tri-colour fur and exhaled in tranquility. The tiny box television in the corner played tonight’s episode of Coronation Street, and your fireplace snapped quietly in the corner. You reached down to your coffee table to take a swig out of your mug of hot, sweet tea. As the evening drew to a close, the indigo sunset painted intricate patterns of clouds in the sky.

“Fuck off, bastard.” An enraged voice bellowed from the front door, accompanied by a swift bang. Prudence howled at the sudden noise, and only settled after a few soft hushes. Ploughing into the living room and collapsing on top of you, Rupert sighed angrily and rested his head in your lap. Overjoyed that her favourite person had returned, Prudence rested her sleepy head on Rupert’s shoulder. “Bad day?” You ask, twiddling with his jet black locks between your fingers.

“That fucking bastard Declan. I am absolutely at the end of my tether with him.” Rupert spits, but his shoulders relax under your touch. He reaches his hand up to place his outstretched palm on the soft pouch of his belly — his favourite way to relax. “Well, just try to relax. You’re here now. Just… free it from your mind.” You state calmly, taking a loud inhale and exhale to force him into peaceful breathing.

“Down, Pru.” You snap your fingers gently, and your tiny companion bolts from her position on the sofa and curls into a ball beside the fireplace. Rupert flips himself over to lay on his tummy, and squeezes one of your thighs with both his hands, subsequently resting his head down. “Hmm, angel. You drive me wild.” He sighs, breathing in your scent. It was no surprise that Rupert was wholeheartedly infatuated with your body — your rounded, soft stomach, your thighs that provided him with the perfect place to grip and the soft curves of your hips. In this position, he could stay for eternity.

[jam3sacaster]

you are INCREDIBLE!!! ✨ Thank you so much for all the amazing Rupert fics 😍

Could I please request a Rupert & reader fic where they are at a New Year’s Eve party and he can’t take his eyes off her. Before the 10 second countdown he walks towards her to make sure he’s the only one who gets to kiss her

thank you ever so much my DAHHLING 🥰🫶🏽 i’m so glad you like them 🩷 what a smashing idea!!!

“Happy New Year, angel.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader (ft. Lizzie Vereker)

Suggestion by this lovely reader 🥰 / You start the New Year off with a bang, as you encounter Mr Campbell-Black…

18+ FANFIC / Soft Rupert 🥹. Kinda short but hope you love! Reader character aged at 21. 🩷🩷

It was 11:30pm on New Year’s Eve. The residents of Rutshire took it in turns to throw an annual ball and this year was the turn of Rupert Campbell-Black. He had hired a designer to aid him in decorating Penscombe Court and by designer, he of course means Lizzie Vereker. Despite Rupert’s general lack of effort, the ball had an incredible turn out — packed with every resident of Rutshire, both people he hated, and that hated him.

He stood on his own in the corner of the room and surveyed the scene. Drunken couples danced sloppily to the blaring music, and a few stragglers had found their way to the snack bar. A gentle hand placed itself atop Rupert’s shoulder, and snuggled beside him. Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around them — it would definitely be an adoring fangirl. “Enjoying yourself?” The small voice peeped from the crook of his arm. Looking down at them, he spied his tawny-haired friend, Lizzie. “Oh hello, darling. Umm… Yes, I suppose. Boring really, isn’t it?” He sighed. “You’re lonely.” She declared, squeezing herself from under her arm and standing in front of him now — frustrated arms crossed. “What? Don’t be silly.” He chuckled without a smile. Lizzie’s accusatory stare burned holes into his skull. She was the only person that could see straight through his Lothario facade. Softening her expression slightly, she took a big gulp from a champagne flute she had quickly nipped from a passing server and informed him, “New Years is the best time to meet people! Everyone’s full of joy and love.”

“Where’s James?” Rupert quizzed her but she took another swig of her champagne and spluttered through the awfully bitter taste. “Oh, God knows. Probably eyeing up any poor woman that looks his way.” But Rupert couldn’t quite hear Lizzie’s response. In fact, he couldn’t quite hear anything at all. Because, there you were. He had seen you. It’s as if everyone else’s faces had been blurred out and someone had turned down the volume on the entire ballroom. Cascading charcoal black locks, tantalising olive-toned skin and heavenly emerald orbs. A floor-length black satin dress hid your silver kitten heels, and was just low-cut enough to show your cleavage. Crimson red lipstick and mascara-coated wispy eyelashes atop silver jewellery completed tonight’s look. Plain and simple, you looked otherworldly.

Walking away from Lizzie mid-sentence, Rupert approached the bar area and poured himself a pint glass of straight gin. Screwing up his face in disgust, he drank the gin in one and straightened the collar of his crisp, white shirt. Cracking his neck from side to side, he exhaled gruffly and strolled into the middle of the room. Every woman, single or not, turned to stare at him. Of course, nothing out of the ordinary there. You, however, were stood in the centre of the ballroom floor, being serenaded at great length to an improvised poem from Patrick O’Hara. Partway through fighting back a yawn, you were barged out of the way — too hard to be intentional — and yelped in shock, champagne sloshing violently out of your glass and seeping instantaneously into the black satin of your dress. “My God, darling. I’m so sorry.” Rupert fretted over you, trying ineffectively to swipe the bitter liquid from your dress. “It’s okay, don’t worry,” You begin, but drink in the man’s appearance before you can continue.

Jet black hair and an incredibly chiselled face. He must be a good few years older than you, but a few years older meant more experience, after all. “Oh my, you must be…”

“Rupert Campbell-Black.” He interjected. “Lovely to meet you, darling.” He spoke as he raised your right hand to his lips, kissing it softly. “Once again, ever so sorry.” He chimes and walks off in the opposite direction, smirking to himself. He had caught you hook, line and sinker already.

-

“10, 9, 8, 7…” The entirety of the ballroom chimed in unison. Rupert was stood beside Lizzie, eyes affixed on the grand clock placed just below the ceiling. You were stood just in front of them, Patrick essentially glued to her side.

“3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Was screamed, followed by the noise of party poppers and blow outs. Rupert watched as Patrick began to pucker his lips towards you. There was absolutely no way he could stand by and watch this. He strode towards you and held the side of your face, intertwining his fingers through your curled hair and planting a soft kiss upon your supple lips. The smell of his oud aftershave filled your lungs and allow you to relax into the kiss. Every fibre of your being wanted this kiss to last for an eternity but, unfortunately, he eventually pulled away.

“Happy New Year, angel.”

[jam3sacaster]

hello darling :)

can’t stop thinking about rcb w a daddy kink and i think we all need that in our lives tbh lol

okay but why is that 100% his biggest kink and why do i love it??? 🤭 i agree, this is very needed. thank you for the request!!! 💋💋

“I think I rather like that.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by this sweet anon 🫶🏽 / Rupert discovers, halfway through your night, that he has a new kink…

18+ FANFIC / SMUT from the offset! Short work. Reader character aged at 21. Thank you for your request ml 🩷

Candles dripping hot wax onto your darkened oak chest of drawers beside you, and casting an amber glow across your bare skin, Rupert leans over you. His had his right hand cupping your tender breast, his lips depositing compassionate kisses across your neck and was thrusting into you slowly, savouring every second. Whilst you spent many occasions fucking each other senseless after a few too many whiskies, you both took more pleasure from your intense, intimate sessions such as tonight. You both moaned simultaneously in euphoria, breathing heat onto each others skin. Rupert’s steady thrusting pushed nail-bitingly against your g-spot as you pursed your lips to speak.

“Fuck, daddy. You feel so good.” You whimper, sharpened fingernails scraping down the length of his muscular back. Rupert halted his motion for a moment, arms shaking and blinking at you with a bewildered. “What did you just call me?” He quizzed, grinning at you with softened cerulean orbs. “Oh, umm… I called you Daddy. Is that okay?” You ask, keeping his hand pressed firmly on your tit. “Yes, I think I rather like that actually. You’re feeling rather naughty tonight, aren’t you?”

Gripping his wrist and moving it from your breast, you relocate his hand to your throat and he instinctively squeezes, gently constricting your blood flow and bringing a delicate glimmer to your eyes. “Keep going, daddy.” You beg, and he happily obliges as you spread your legs further apart. Pushing his entire length inside you, you wince faintly as you feel him stretch you out. Gyrating your hips towards him — begging to be fucked harder - he increases his tempo and pulses a gentle squeeze on your throat again. “Yes, daddy. Like that. Give it to me, daddy.” You groan and watch Rupert’s sultry expression.

“Tell your daddy how much you want it, angel.” He grunts.

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also, all but 3 requests have been sorted tonight!! so any that were left last night, please know they will be with you tomorrow 🤭 hopefully i’m not getting boring !!