#Rupert Campbell-Black

[jam3sacaster]

Masterlist 🩷

hello guys!! it’s meeee, jam3sacaster! if you’re new here, i’m a rivals fanfic writer with an always open ask box for requests for any scenario, any character! 🫶🏽💋 thank you for all your lovely comments so far & i appreciate you all sm 🥹 i’m so sorry that i didn’t think to do a masterlist before but here it is! i will update it here every time i post 🫶🏽

Rupert Campbell-Black

• “I can’t breathe without you.” / Vague SMUT.

• “I’ll be gentle, angel.” / SMUT.

• “You’re such a dirty girl.” SUPER SMUT.

• “I think I rather like that.” SMUT.

• “Let me warm you up, darling.” / SMUTish.

• “I can’t sleep. I just think of you.” / Soft Rupert 🥹

• “Just breathe with me, darling.” / Soft Rupert 🥹

• “You just don’t see it, do you?” / Soft Rupert 🥹

• “You belong to me.” / Soft Rupert 🥹

• “Let me take care of you, darling.” / Soft Rupert 🥹

• “You must be careful, angel.” / Soft Rupert 🥹

• “You have the body of a goddess.” / Soft Rupert 🥹

• “You can ride my pony anytime, darling.” / Soft Rupert 🥹

• “She’s the one, Lizzie.” / Soft Rupert 🥹 / No reader in this story.

• “Happy New Year, angel.” / Soft Rupert 🥹

• “Forever yours, R.” / Soft Rupert 🥹

Rupert x Reader x Declan

• “Don’t waste your time with him.” PT 1 / Love triangle

Rupert x Taggie

• “Daddy, can you…” / Short work

Declan O’Hara

• “I’m gonna have ‘ta punish ya’.” / SUPER SMUT

• “You have no idea what ‘ya doing to me, do ‘ya?” / PT1 Smut

• “I think you know…” / Smut

• “Ya’ want me to touch ya’ like that?” / SUPER SMUT

• “Miss Baddingham, you are bad news.” PT 1 / SMUT

Basil Baddingham

• “Well, my love…” / Short Work, Soft

[aidanturner]

just rupert and declan being chaotic

Video: lvnareditss, TikTok

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

I have now finished Rivals. It is one of the most deeply unserious television programs I have ever seen. I want ten seasons.

[fabiolajyx]

RUPERT CAMPBELL-BLACK AND BASIL "BAS" BADDINGHAM Rivals - S01E08

[coterieofroses]

the bluebell wood

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Taggie O'Hara Also available on AO3 18+ fanfic, pure smut really, semi-public, oral sex, praise kink, secret relationship 'The scent of freshly bloomed wildflowers being trampled and squished began to fill Taggie’s senses, nearly overwhelming as she felt Rupert’s searing gaze. “I need to taste you.” he rumbled, a betraying admission of his own.'

The Bluebell Wood

​​It was mid-April, the first April since Rupert Campbell-Black had acquired the Bluebell Wood from her father. Settling his debts in the early onset of their bid for the franchise had left the woods with a new air for Taggie as she passed through the fresh blossoms.

The woods were still the same, yet the air felt different. As if the land had taken on the form of the man who now owned it. Where once the air had been serene, calming even, there now lingered a faint trace of unease. Taggie felt it like a weight in the air, heavy and undeniable, as she walked beneath the canopy of budding trees.

Each step she took on her walk drew her further into the heart of the woods that had been her sanctuary since her father had moved the family west. But today, even the familiar smell of damp earth and fresh blossoms couldn’t calm the restless stirring in her chest.

Things had been left complicated between her and Rupert.

The memory of his touch lingered on her skin, the brand of heat where his fingers had brushed over her as they’d stood together in the kitchen, a moment that had felt like forever. She could still feel the pulse of it, as if his fingers had never left her, leaving a mark that refused to fade.

But it was her confession that truly haunted her, the words that traitorously spilled from her lips.

Far too late, she heard the crunch of gravel beneath boots behind her and stiffened, waking from her usual daydream to realize she was no longer alone with her thoughts. The sound had been too soft at first, drowned out by the rushing pulse of her heart, her wandering mind. But now, it was unmistakable.

Her breath hitched, and before she could even think of turning around, she already knew who it was.

Rupert Campbell-Black.

She could feel his presence before he spoke, the shift in the wood personified, embodied, and standing before her.

"Angel."

His voice was smooth, and low, with a subtle edge that sent a flicker of unease coursing at the sound of the pet name she hadn’t heard for weeks.

They hadn’t been alone together since the incident in her kitchen, the whirlwind of the bid consuming them both. Simultaneously dousing their flames, and pulling them back toward other companions.

The weeks since that moment had been a blur, meetings, negotiations, and social obligations. Each day bleeding into the next. Rupert had been a constant presence, but whenever their paths had crossed in the chaos of the bid—at dinners, in crowded rooms, there were far too many onlookers for them to have another chance.

“Rupert,” she answered. Her voice betrays her, and surprise and unease are evident in her tone.

Taggie could feel her heartbeat in her throat as she faced him, and for the first time in a long while, she didn’t know how to breathe. She had spent the last few weeks convincing herself that she was in control, that the chaos of the bid was more important than whatever unspoken connection had simmered between them for so long.

But now, with Rupert standing in front of her, there was no denying the pull. It was as if the universe had decided to make them confront it. He didn’t speak for a moment. His gaze held hers, the intensity of it cutting through the space between them, almost like a weight. A soft, charming smirk played on his lips after a brief moment.

“We shouldn’t…” she finally croaked out, unsure, her voice faltering. “Linger out here alone.”

“I know.” His voice was softer now, his dark fixing on her. Reflections of the bluebells beneath them gave a cool tint to his gaze she could see with his approach. “We can’t, but that doesn’t change what we feel, does it?”

Taggie took a step back, her mind racing. She had to get away, had to pull herself together. But the spring ground was slick and far more yielding than she had expected and she began to slip.

 Rupert reached out and grasped for her, his movements sure. His hand closed around her waist, pulling her toward him with a strength and precision that seemed to steady them both. The suddenness of it left Taggie breathless, her pulse racing as she collided with him, the heat of his body engulfing hers.

He was careful with her, but there was something in the way he held her that made her feel both protected and exposed all at once.

His breath was shallow now, but his eyes never left hers. There was something different in the way he was looking at her, something raw and unguarded. Their faces were so close that Taggie could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin.

“Taggie… just one moment,” he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of the words they both feared to speak.

“We shouldn’t…” she murmured up to him, but now, entrapped in his hold, she hardly could bring herself to pull away from his touch.

Rupert didn’t respond right away. His thumb brushed gently over the curve of her waist, a soft, almost tentative movement as if he were waiting for her to make the decision. But even as the tension pulled tighter, he didn’t lean in.

The stillness lingered, a moment feeling like an hour. The sound of their breaths and the soft breeze through the trees is the only thing an onlooker might catch. But for Taggie, all she could hear was her quickened pulse pounding in her ears.

“I…” she started, but the word came out like a wisp, dying on her lips.

Rupert’s hand moved then, sliding from her waist to gently cup her cheek. He leaned in and his lips brushed against hers softly. It was a whisper of a kiss, a question more than an answer.

Taggie’s heart, already racing, pounded harder in her chest. She answered him by leaning in, deepening the kiss, warm and gentle. She still held some reservations, but they began to melt away as they lost themselves in the moment. Lips locking with an increasingly frantic nature.

Rupert, a rake known for his many dalliances with women, was crumbling to youthful trappings in a way he hadn’t in many years. Frantic searching kisses that were more commonly exchanged between adolescents who were searching more due to lack of experience than a burning desire to quench a long pushed-off thirst were freely traded between himself and Taggie.

Taggie gasped softly into the kiss, breaking it only to catch her breath. Her hands moved to rest on Rupert’s chest, a gesture that caused him to pause. Their eyes locked and he wore a devilish smirk as they looked at each other. His thumb moved to idly trace over her kiss-swollen lips.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of Rupert's shirt, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. The rational part of her screamed that they were treading on dangerous ground. Exposed in the woods, where anyone may wander across them.

"Taggie," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Tell me to stop.” he offered softly, a broken plea that was pure evidence he’d like to do anything but.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered, her voice once again betraying her true feelings. Feather light and escaping before she could give them a second thought.

Without hesitation, Rupert pulled her closer and captured her again in a searing kiss. No gentleness or hesitation reserving him any longer. The months of pent-up longing poured into a single moment. Her hands slid up his chest, wrapping herself around his neck as she pressed her chest flush with his. Feeling his rapid heartbeat matching her own.

With a gentle but firm hand, he began to lower her into the soft bed of bluebells that carpeted the ground beside the gravel path they had been walking on. Eyes filled with an intense desire he seemed transfixed as he looked down to her as her hair spread out and haloed around her head.

The scent of freshly bloomed wildflowers being trampled and squished began to fill Taggie’s senses, nearly overwhelming as she felt Rupert’s searing gaze.

“I need to taste you.” he rumbled, a betraying admission of his own.

He chased such with action, however, unlike Taggie would. His lips pressed kisses over her freckled cheeks as he deftly moved to unbutton her trousers. Her sweater drifted to scrunch up over her stomach as she reclined, her hands grasping at the grass beneath her.

Rupert’s kisses drifted down her cheeks, over the crest of her jaw, the side of her throat, and dipped over the top of her breasts. Revealed to him by the v-neck cut of her sweater. Taggie was left breathless with his insatiable kisses, heaving breaths coming as her eyes drifted shut.

“Please, Taggie.” he sighed against her pale skin, tugging at the waistband of her trousers, now hovering to press soft kisses to the exposed skin of her stomach.

In answer, she arched her back and lifted her hips. For Rupert, that seemed to be all the answer needed to his plea. He swiftly tugged down her trousers and panties, revealing her slick petals to him.

The cool breeze through the woods caused her to shiver, and attempt to press her thighs together shut, something Taggie found impossible, as Rupert was both in the way and eager to hold her open to his lust-filled gaze.

“So beautiful, Angel,” he growled softly, eyes fixed on where her thighs were pulled apart. “Always such a good girl for me, aren’t you Tag?”

Taggie could feel the heat of Rupert’s breath on her sensitive flesh, a sensation that caused her to arch her back and let out a soft gasp of arousal. His teasing, however, was short-lived. A man so starved was eager to devour her whole.

He pressed several open-mouthed kisses to the swell of her slick core, a brief preamble before the muscle of his tongue found her clit and eagerly swirled around it.

“Rupert, what if...?” Taggie let out with a desperate, keening whine.

Rupert let out a soft snerk, a chuckle through his nose as he relented only to lean back onto his haunches slightly. His fingers move to part their way gently through her folds.

“I will feel no shame about being caught drinking from the fount of a forest nymph,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips before he eased a few fingers slowly inside her eager walls.

A gasp left Taggie as her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched. Overwhelmed as his fingers gently began to pet at her inner walls, driving her through pleasure further and further.

His mouth returned to her folds, lips surrounding and suckling eagerly on her clit. Feasting and hardly easily sated, he drank from her until she was bounding toward her peak. His eyes fixed up toward her face as he attentively watched every quirk of her expression with rapt interest.

Feeling his gaze upon her, Taggie’s cheeks flushed red, and she draped an arm indelicately over her eyes. Hiding from the outpouring of whines and mewls of pleasure that spilled from her lips. If she could concentrate on any feeling but overwhelming pleasure she would feel the prickle of embarrassment at being pleasured so openly, only making its way in as Rupert’s mouth parted from her for a moment.

“Let me see you, Angel. Look at me and let me watch you fall apart.” he husked her, tone broken, and his pupils blown wide with lust.

A whine, petulant and greedy ripped from her. Loud enough any onlookers would certainly be clear about what was transpiring. Her growing need clearly ate away any hesitation as she pulled her arm from her face and her fists tightly grasped the grass again. The soft snapping of roots was heard as she squirmed in a desperate act to seek more friction mindlessly.

A smile, genuine and warm spread over Rupet’s face before he redoubled his efforts. Fingers, lips, and tongue greedily bring Taggie churning toward her climax. His eyes never left her.

In nearly no time at all she was brought through her peak. Waves of blissful ecstasy wracked her form as she cried out in pleasure. His fingers worked her through her climax, pushing through her inner walls as they clenched around him.

Only when he was satisfied did he part from her core, leaving Taggie gasping for her breath. A soft chuckle left Rupert as he pulled her panties and trousers back into place. Leaving them unbuttoned as she caught herself. 

“Beautiful, beautiful thing,” Rupert murmured, mostly to himself as he delicately used his still slick-covered hand to push some of her wild hair out of her face. Taggie reached out to grasp at his silky shirt, weak, as she clung to him for strength for a moment.

“We shouldn’t linger,” he warned, righting himself onto his feet, and save for the slick over his lips, and the grass stains on his knees, evidence of their tryst barely affecting him at all, whereas Taggie laid back in the bluebells, wrecked and dazed as he held his hand out to her from above.

[massdefibrillation]

the thing about watching Rivals as someone who likes seeing awful people get to have completely fucked up sex with each other (e.g age gap hate fucking) is that whilst i do really want Taggie and Rupert to get together i kinda don't want him to be a better guy first??? i want it to happen whilst he's still a total asshole and really doesn't deserve this beautiful angel and it would be completely wrong?????

[aquitainequeen]

Watching clips of Alex Hassell as Rupert Campbell-Black in Rivals 2024, with all the sex and sexual chemistry and seductions and naked tennis, really makes me wish that His Dark Materials the series had gone with the book's plot and given us Mrs. Coulter seducing Metatron.

[dtmsrpfcringe]

the way me and my husband looked at each other during the tennis scene was almost comical it was exactly like the emoji

🤯

[modrntravlr]

live blogging rivals (which i totally DIDN’T forget i was doing, oops)

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200 pages in. you’re telling me we’re supposed to like rupert? you’re telling me this is the man who is quite literally described as the hero of the story? get the fuck out of here.

[awitchatdinner]

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[jam3sacaster]

Hello, would you write something for rupert and taggie in which she says daddy and both Declan and Rupert answer her 🙂🤭

“Daddy, can you…”

Roped into yet another tedious business meeting for Venturer, Taggie O’Hara sat slumped at her dining room table. Television executives, her father and Rupert Campbell-Black stood splayed around her. A charcuterie board, laden with salami, Brie, crackers and grapes sat in the middle of the table, greedy fingers being poked into it repetitively. “Great spread, Tag.” Rupert glanced down at her, a devilish smirk across his lips. Widening her eyes to cease his teasing, Taggie bit her bottom lip, desperate to not show any form of affection towards him.

“So, we need to sort out our permit, because it’s really important that we don’t…” Declan began, but Taggie ignored the endless droning of business talk. She was there to eat the food she had provided but, more importantly, catch a glimpse of Rupert. Any opportunity she had, she would grab it with both hands. Hand outstretching across the dinner table, Taggie struggled to reach the bread basket, grunting under her stubborn persistence not to get out of her chair. “Daddy, can you pass me the bread?” She asked, fingers still desperately grasping.

“Yes?” Rupert answered to his affectionate name being called, looking up at her with an upturned brow.

“Yes.” Declan spoke, immediately reaching for the basket.

The agonising silence that ensued was unendurable. Not a single soul dared to speak. Taggie immediately clamped her eyes shut, praying that the ground would swallow her whole. Rupert, on the other hand, spun round to face the wall on his heels, his shoulders visibly bobbing in laughter. Declan’s brows furrowed in rage— his cheeks glowing a livid shade of red. His lip quivered as he opened his mouth to speak.

“WHAT THE FU-“

[aidanturner]

Declan and Rupert, from enemies to friends 🤗

Photo source: weibo.com

[jerys]

one of my deepest darkest secrets is that the taggie x rupert relationship dynamic is literal catnip to me it hits every time. give me rakish older man who's so ruthless he scorches the ground of any place he's ever called home and then goes back to his empty life in his empty house and tries to remember how to be human, put a girl in front of him who's so genuinely good and unsullied and a little vulnerable and so sure he can be better than who he's always been that she almost makes him believe he can do it too and then - and this is crucial - make it so he absolutely cannot touch her no matter what. and then sit back and watch me implode

[ariadnethedragon]

RIVALS (2024-)

Yearning ™