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[jam3sacaster]

“I’ll be gentle, angel.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by @nebulastarr / Rupert discovers it’s readers first time.

18+ FANFIC / SMUT. Reader character aged at 21.

Hopefully isn’t too disgustingly dirty, or too long. Rather let myself get carried away. • indicates the beginning of the smut. Please request more if you want to see more! 🩷 Can do longer pieces.

“Good evening, Mr Campbell-Black.” You rehearse aloud, having placed a gentle knock on the regal front door of Penscombe Court, the clock ticking just past 10pm. No, far too formal, you decide.

“Good evening, Rupert.” You chime once again, self-cringing as the words fall loosely from your mouth.

“Good evening, angel.” You hear a gruff, distinguished voice reply. Pure embarrassment ripples through your body as your eyes dart immediately to the effortlessly handsome man stood before you. Before you could reply, he pushed the door ajar to let you in to his magnificent home. By instinct, you make your way to the lounge — where the flames dance and crackle in the fireplace and cast an amber glow against the two freshly-poured tumblers of Scotch. “Drinks already?” You ask, sitting on the sofa and attempting to take us as little room as possible.

Not once averting his piercing gaze from you, Rupert takes a seat next to you and takes a large swig of his Scotch. “Helps to loosen us both up. Stop any awkward conversations.” He replies, undressing you with his eyes already. “Tell me, angel,” Rupert begins, “You have been here 3 nights in a row now and haven’t even so much as looked at me in the wrong way. Why is that?” He finishes, in an interrogating tone.

The silence thickens around you both, and the warmth of the fire wraps itself around you like a comforting hug. Shuffling the cardigan off your shoulders, you take a gulp from your drink and, for the first time, hold eye contact with Mr Campbell-Black. “Because… I know what you want from me. And that scares me.” A tiny voice replies that you recognise to be your own. How pathetic! You need to exude confidence around Rupert before he chews you up and spits you out. Without replying, Rupert pushes out an almost sarcastic-sounding laugh and lowers his head towards his right shoulder, cracking it in the process, and again towards the left.

•

“Darling, you’ve got nothing to be scared of.” He smirks, after what feels like an eternity. As he speaks, he places a gentle hand on your knee and blood rushes to your cheeks, immediately flushing them a bright crimson. It’s now or never — the inner voice in your head speaks as you stand up in front of him, and shimmy out of the figure-hugging black dress, stepping out of it and kicking it away from you.

For once in his life, Rupert is speechless as he takes a moment to drink in the picturesque image in front of him. A woman built of soft, fleshy curves and intricate lines, held together by red lingerie — an elaborately woven bra and thong and black suspenders held up with black garters. The best piece you owned, ready to be christened by Rupert’s yearning fingers peeling them from your body. “Wow angel.” He manages to spit out, eyes unmoving from the marvel image of your body. He sits at the edge of the sofa and smothers his face amongst your breasts, breathing in the feminine aroma of your skin. “You have no idea how hard you make me.” He adds, pulling back to rip the shirt from his body.

Now it’s your turn to marvel at the man that is Rupert Campbell-Black. Bulging veins sitting atop rippling muscles. Carnal lust aflame in his eyes. And, most importantly, the most impressively large bulge growing in his trousers. After you had wiped the drool from the corner of your lips, you lay yourself down on the sofa. Within seconds, he had stripped himself of his trousers and was leaning over you, propping himself up with one arm. The look in his eyes told you all you need to know. Inching backwards, he pulled your thongs from your body, revealing how terribly wet you’d became from his stripping. “My God.” Rupert smirked, instinctively delving his tongue between your folds. Arousal left your lips in laboured moans, and your fingers gripped a handful of his jet black locks. “You’re so fucking wet.” He spoke, pulling himself away and taking a hand to his cock, stroking it slowly and readying himself to enter you.

“Rupert…” You whisper breathlessly, scared and reluctant at the sheer size of his manhood. Readying yourself, you place your hand on his cock, pushing his own hand away and matching his rhythm. “I don’t know about this.” You mutter.

“Why? Don’t be scared, angel. I won’t bite… Unless you want me to.” Rupert chuckles, and pushes out a moan at the soft touch of your hand. Rupert grabs the base of his cock and lines it up with your soft opening. He attempts to shove himself in, but within seconds, winces in pleasure at the tightness. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “Rupert… I’m…”

“Darling, you’re so tight.” He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. “Are you?…” He asks, not wanting to make assumptions. Is it really that obvious? “Rupert, this is my first time.” You speak gently under your breath. Closing your eyes momentarily and expecting to hear his condescending chuckle, you quickly open one eye to see a soft smile across his mouth.

“I’ll be gentle, angel.”

He replies earnestly, and with pinpoint precision, softly pushes his way inside you. Looking up at him, you capture a glimpse of something you’re certain no one has ever seen before. Rupert Campbell-Black encapsulated in complete ecstasy. “Fuck.” He manages to spit out, his words fighting for power over your ever growing moans. With each thrust, you felt the knot in your stomach loosen. Rupert’s eyes were glazed over in pleasure as he tenderly thrust in and out of you.

“If this is how wet you get for me, you must come again.” He spoke breathlessly, grabbing handfuls of your breasts as he spoke against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “Fuck, Rupert, please go slow.” You splutter, wincing ever so slightly, stretched out completely around the girth of him.

“Sorry, darling. Is this better?” He asked, tentatively making his strokes slower. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes in euphoria. Tension builds slowly in your lower stomach as his large member managed to hit the right spot every time. “You feel incredible.” Rupert manages to speak, as the intensity of his thrusts slowly speeds up. You can feel him twitching inside of you. You cannot believe you have just lost your virginity to THE Rupert Campbell-Black.

Flipping yourself over onto all fours, you positioned your shapely arse as an offering for the rugged man, and he grabbed a firm hold of your hips and began thrusting himself into you. Moans escaped your lips faster than you’d have liked. With each pulsating thrust inside your body, Rupert drew nearer and nearer his orgasm. “Cum inside me,” You pleaded, almost begging him to release himself. “Please, Rupert, I need it.”

Rupert placed a gentle fingertip to your lips, then ran his thumb across your tongue, desperately wanting to feel every single inch of your body. His abs tensed and twisted — his body preparing for his release. “Fuck angel, I’m going to cum.” He spat, and a smirk pulled at your mouth. Never in your life have you been so ready for anything. “Cum. Cum for me, Rupert. I need it so badly.” You reply, bringing your arm to his level to scoop up his balls and inch him closer to ecstasy. He paused for a moment, and pushed out a low grunt. You felt his cock twitch and pulsate as spurts of his hot load shot deep inside you, so much so that it began to drip outside of you with every weakened thrust from Mr Campbell-Black. “Fuck… Oh, fuck.” Rupert exclaimed as he pulled his dripping cock from your wet spot, and you lowered your mouth to lap up every missed drop of cum. You had never seen him to enamoured in desire. You wanted to please him this intensely every time — you and only you. In a pool of sweat, Rupert collapsed next to you and huffed out a sigh of relief.

“Angel, you were incredible. Thank you.”

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

steve harrington and eddie munson both make the same pretty puppy dog eyes when they’re trying to get you ever the edge. fingers deep inside you, curling and reaching for that sweet spot that makes your hips buck, your eye lashes flutter and your lips part in a gasp.

they’re so similar in the way they’re patient, grinding the tips of their fingers into you until you’re squeezing around them, so similar in fact that you can barely tell who it is when one has his free palm over your eyes as they take turns.

[kibblenoodlesnail]

Please?

I'm bored

[enderguardiangt]

Okay, I may regret asking this but Idc at this point... I wanna write and I wanna write about them...

Please can I get some requests for Skibidi Toilet? I wanna write some stuff about the object heads interacting with humans :(

Only character x reader please, I suck at character x character.

[mynameismisty]

Requests are open like literally open just request something as in anything

Because the fic im writing now is angst and its really long so im just gonna try and do requests to pass time

[ax-y10]

pls request things!

i’m in a writing mood rn and i have all the time in the world right now to write things.

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[imscaredrightnow]

❣.•° 𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏, 𝙄 𝙂𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙎 °•.❣

❣.•° 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤! 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨! °•.❣

❣.•° 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙈𝙎 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙀 𝘿𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙂 °•.❣

–✦– 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙥𝙖 –✦–

–✦– 𝘿𝙙𝙡𝙘/ 𝘿𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝘿𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝘾𝙡𝙪𝙗 –✦–

–✦– 𝙎𝙙𝙧𝙖𝟮 / 𝘿𝙧𝙖 –✦–

❣.•° 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙀 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 °•.❣

–✦– 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩 –✦–

–✦– 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 –✦–

–✦– 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 –✦–

–✦– 𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨 –✦–

–✦– 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 (𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.) –✦–

–✦– 𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 –✦–

–✦– 𝘼𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙨 –✦–

–✦– 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 –✦–

❣.•° 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 °•.❣

–✦– 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 (𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.) –✦–

–✦– 𝙉𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 –✦–

–✦– 𝙋𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 –✦–

❣.•° 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 °•.❣

–✦– 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚…..? –✦–

❣.•° 𝘽𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 °•.❣

–✦– 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚…..? –✦–

[harunade]

i changed the smau posting dates to once a week cause i feel like im going too fast😭😭😭 my inbox has been kinda dry PLS SEND (hard) ASKS/ REQUESTS!!!!!! i miss my anons😢

[marchsfreakshow]

I am once again,

Asking you guys to leave some requests for me.

(mainly Kit, Kyle and Jimmy pls if possible!)

Thank you :3

[yukiotadako]

Give bluelock Reqs pls

[lmksimp]

Send an ask :')

I'm getting bored, and I don't want to lose the feeling of writing something

Request!

[rradio-static]

guys pls request things i’m bored

[dvskf4llz]

I wanna make a Christmas special but I have 0 ideas on what to make it

Send me some ideas and I might just write all of then together if I can

(I'll be posting oneshots tmr and on christmas as my gift for yall)

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[freckledmuskrat]

If anyone would like to request a warrior or a transformer for me to draw, feel free to!

I often have the problem that i feel like drawing but don't know what to draw🧐

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My WC AU

Will be tagged with ForgedBondsAU and Misc's ForgedBondsAU

The Au is basicly me dumping my OC and some of their stories into a box and shaking them around(affectionate) :Dd and an excuse/inspiration to draw more.

It takes place in the forest territories before canon(? Haven't thought about that since no canon cats will appear)

[a-little-artsy]

hey fandom bursts through your door can i have drawing requests pls /nf

i want

i wanna contribute

to t he currently thriving fandom :3

why is my artstyle so inconsistent,,,

anyways j wonder how my last post wen

oH