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anextrapart · 2 days ago
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Rivals + Tumblr Text Posts (01/?)
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romelzacarnes · 1 day ago
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RIVALS - 1x08
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ashllynlou · 3 days ago
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in one of the MOST twenty-something year old boy moves, Rupert continuously calls the all female boarding house, Regina House, that Helen stays at "Vagina House"
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here is some actual 20 year old alex hassell so you can really envision it.
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daenerysmacfarlane · 3 days ago
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Rituals - Rupert Campbell-Black
Rupert Campbell-Black x fem Reader 18+
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Authors Note: Another smutty RCB fic from meeee. Also this is incredibly long and FILTHY, much like our dearest Rupert. The man has a death grip on me I swear. Smut warning, you are responsible for the media you consume. Spoilers for Jilly Cooper's Riders and a teeny tiny Rivals spoiler (I think?). I don't own any character from Riders, all belonging to Dame Jilly. Snippets from The Hobbit and Lord of The Rings belong to J.R.R Tolkien. Ayrton Senna was a brilliant F1 champion in real life who was taken from us far too soon.
If you ask an athlete if they have a ritual before they compete, most often they’ll say they do. Those that say they don’t most likely do, but don’t know it. Athletes are also naturally superstitious. Those that say they aren’t superstitious are usually fucking liars. 
You could say the most superstitious of all are show-jumpers and all the greats had a ritual they completed before they rode into the ring. Most of them, like Billy Lloyd-Foxe, turn to booze before their number is called. Fenella Maxwell, who is now Fenella Ferranti, studied the other riders before her, the faults they made and the strides they took to make the most impossible jumps. Jake Lovell puked everything in his stomach until he dry-heaved. And my hero, multi-Olympic medalist Rupert Campbell-Black, would mount the nearest, most attractive girl and then crash all the jumps in the practice ring so that his horse will jump extra high to clear the obstacle by feet. 
I, however, read to my beloved horse. 
Senna picks up the sound of my feet before I step around the corner and begins to whinny and stamp his hooves. 
“Alright, I’m almost there.” I call. 
The very last stall at the end of the corridor is where my thoroughbred Arabian waits for me for our latest adventure. Named after my favourite Formula One driver, Senna is very much the horse equivalent of his namesake, brilliant and determined, having won absolutely everything this season. I grab an empty bucket and undo the latch of the stall. Senna backs up and trots on the spot, he knows what’s about to happen. His coat shines and his mane and tail are impeccably braided. I can tell he’s raring to go and dominate the ring and show his competition who the true champion is but he has an hour and a half to wait. I turn the bucket upside down and plonk myself on it. Senna rests his head happily against my shoulder and I open the book. 
“The Hobbit or There and Back Again by J.R.R Tolkien. Chapter 1, An Unexpected Party. In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit…” I trail off, giving Senna a scratch on the neck. 
We both soon get enthralled in Middle Earth and Tolkien. Senna nudges me when we get up to the part where Bilbo meets Gandalf as if to remind me to change my voice for the different characters. I drop my voice for Gandalf,
“‘What do you mean?’ He said. ‘Do you wish me a good morning or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it’s a morning to be good on?’”
Senna lifts his head and gives a sniff. I lift my head to see what’s caught his attention and my jaw drops. 
No. Fucking. Way. 
“Do keep going please, Angel.”
There stood Rupert Campbell-Black with a shit-eating grin on his face. He runs his hand along the length of Senna’s nose. He’s exquisite, curly dark locks, golden tan and eyes as blue as the ocean. 
“Wanted to see our soon to be champion and they told me you’d be here reading to this lovely chap. Been breaking my records I hear, naughty girl?”
I couldn’t speak. Fuck. 
“Cat got your tongue, darling?” He purrs. 
My stomach does flips when he calls me darling and starts to ache in a way I’ve rarely felt before at naughty girl. I pull myself together to answer him, after all he’s most likely here as Minister for Sport. 
“Sorry Sir, this is Senna. Named after Ayrton Senna. He’s the one who’s been breaking your records, he’s a dream.” I smile and rest my hand against my dear companion. 
Senna licks Rupert’s hand and nickers, a dazzling smile breaks out on Rupert’s face.  I can see in his eyes how much he misses show-jumping. 
“How are you finding Crittledon, Minister?” I ask. 
He snorts, “Boring, quite looking forward to you though. Tell me, how does this help you and Senna win?” 
“I’m not divulging my winning secrets to you, sir.” I smile. 
“I quite like you calling me Sir.”
Well… shit. I shift on the bucket. I can feel my face getting hotter, suddenly feeling like I was on fire. A burning need between my thighs makes itself known. Rupert reads me like a book and undoes the latch of the stall. I get up and stumble back as he enters, The Hobbit falling into the hay. Rupert backs me into the wall with his arms trapping me on each side. His pupils are blown, training on me like a predator with its prey. 
“You know what I always found when I competed? That a good fuck goes a long way to surely getting a rosette.” He presses body into mine and I can feel an impressively large, hard bulge pressing into my stomach. 
I gasp. “We can’t, not in front of-“ 
He cuts me off with a deep chuckle. A look of deja vu comes across his face. 
“Oh yes we fucking can.” Rupert drawls and kisses me like there’s no tomorrow. 
I try my best to keep up with the kiss but I get distracted by his hands as they slowly unbutton my blouse. 
However before he can get further than the top two buttons, my chef d’equipe and his former teammate, Ivor Braine calls out for him. He groans as I rush to straighten myself up. Ivor pops his head into Senna’s box and gives him a loving scratch. 
“Hello sweet boy, ah Rupert there you are! I see you’ve met our champion. I dare say she could’ve given you a run for a money.”
“I think she would’ve ended up in my bed instead. Still time for that.” Rupert chuckles. 
Ivor narrows his eyes. “Please leave her alone until after she jumps?”
I must look like a tomato with how much I’m blushing and Rupert exists the stall with his hands up in mock surrender. He turns around and winks at me before following Ivor out to the seating area. I take a deep breath and look at my watch. Half an hour before I’m called. Senna looks at me and snorts, totally judging me. 
“Oh shush. Now where were we?” I sigh. 
I pick up The Hobbit again and make myself comfy on the bucket. 
“‘All of them at once,’ said Bilbo. ‘And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain. If you have a pipe about you, sit down and have a fill of mine!There’s no hurry, we have all the day before us.’”
Senna jumps clear that day and breaks another one of Rupert’s records. I can still see Rupert’s grin from the stands as I take Senna for a victory lap around the ring. I didn’t see him afterwards though and my heart sank a little. 
“He got called away, hooligans are causing mayhem at the Man United game.” Ivor says, “But I have incredible news, you’ve been chosen to represent us at the World Championship in France!”
As I look back on that day fondly while brushing Senna down after a ride, the sound of Silverstone brings me out of my reverie. Ayrton Senna has had gear box failure and is out of the Grand Prix. The cameras pan to the audience for a reaction and they stop on a very familiar and dashingly handsome face. Fucking Rupert Campbell-Black, standing there in his capacity as Minister for Sport. He has a grimace on his face.
My groom, Elsie who’s a literal godsend, sighs. “Even with a face like a cat’s arse he’s ravishing. Makes you take ‘Fuck the Tories’ quite literally.” 
I nod in agreement. The tv is in the stall across from Senna in my home stables. Elsie and I both like to watch F1 and keep up to date with the latest equestrian news. Elsie and Senna also like to watch Dynasty and pretend I have no idea about it. She hands me a parcel. 
“This came for you, along with two dozen roses. Who have you been shagging? I want roses!” 
I roll my eyes, “Have a dozen, Else. Lord knows you more than deserve it.”
“Don’t you forget it.” She smirks. 
I open up the parcel to find the most exquisite red coat with little union jacks on the lapels. A note falls out of the box. 
‘Looking forward to see you break that fucker Lovell’s record, also looking forward to seeing how ravishing and fuckable you look in that coat. All my love, darling one. RCB’
Elsie looks at me with her mouth agape. “Get… the fuck… out. You didn’t?!”
“I didn’t, no. We got interrupted.” I begin blushing like crazy and pluck the card out of her hand. Senna sniffs the card and nickers as he picks up Rupert���s sent. 
Not long later, the World Championship at Les Riveux came rushing around the corner. Elsie and I had made our way up to France early with Senna and Skywalker, my other horse. Today is the big day. The Final four. My new coat fits me like a glove and my hair is slicked back in a low bun. Elsie finishes the last touches on Senna’s tail braid. Having made our way through The Hobbit, I pick up The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Senna snorts and nudges me as I open the book. 
I walk around as I read to him; “Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone. Nine for the Mortal men doomed to die, one for the Dark Lord on his dark throne in the land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, one Ring to find them, one Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. In the land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.”
Senna whinnies and stamps his hooves in excitement. Skywalker picks up his friend’s energy and begins to do the same. I look up from the book to see what the fuss is. Coming towards me and Elsie is Rupert and Ayrton Senna. 
“Get fucked…” Elsie breathes. 
Rupert puts his hand out and my dear horse puts his head in it, sighing in contentment. 
“Red is most definitely your colour, Angel. Ayrton, meet England’s next world champion show-jumper and her horse. Senna has more power than your Lotus I fear.” Rupert drawls and gives Senna a treat from his pocket. 
Ayrton rolls his eyes at Rupert and smiles at me. “Your horse is lovely, I am very honoured to meet you both.”
Elsie elbows me in the ribs and I regain my composure, beaming at my most favourite driver. Well, apart from Niki Lauda. “Please the honour is all mine, the horse next to him is mine as well. His name is Skywalker. This is my groom and best friend, Elsie. I couldn’t do any of this without her. How are you feeling about Germany?”
“Hopeful. The team have been working constantly to repair the gearbox in time and so far so good. I’m there in two days. You should come to a race soon.” 
“Oh yes most definitely!! I want to go to Monaco!” Elsie blurts. 
I shake my head. “She’s not wrong, Monaco or Silverstone are at the top of my list.”
Ayrton gives us a massive smile. “I look forward to seeing you both there. We better let you get prepared, shall we Rupert?” 
Rupert pouts but agrees with the Brazilian driver. Rupert stops in front of me. 
“Best of luck, Duckie. Can’t wait to fuck you senseless in that coat afterwards.” He gives me a long kiss, taking my breath away. 
He saunters off with Ayrton to the stands. Elsie looks at me with her eyebrows raised, Senna snorts and judges me like he did at Crittledon. Ivor comes around the corner and sighs at the sight of me. 
“Bugger, you saw Rupert didn’t you? Well never mind about that now you’re up in 10 minutes. Several riders have disqualified themselves so you got moved up. Come along.” 
I can see how they got disqualified. The jumps are massive and complex and the ground is still slippery and muddy after the rain in the morning. This was where Senna excelled, however, just like Ayrton. Senna looks around and memorises the jumps. The announcer, former Team Great Britain show-jumper and now BBC Sports Presenter Billy Lloyd-Foxe, calls my name and my horse and I trot in. I take my helmet off and bow to the officials. Running my hand down Senna’s neck, I silently begin to pray even though I’m the least religious person on the planet. 
“Come on. Show them how it’s done.” I whisper taking the stirrups in hand. 
It’s all in a blur but he makes the course look like child’s play. His corners are tight and the jumps are cleared by feet, fully relaxed throughout the whole thing. A massive cheer goes up as he clears the final jump which was actually a triple. It becomes clear as I look up that we broke another record. I pump my fist and cheer, reaching to pat Senna on the neck. Rupert, Ayrton and Elsie are on their feet, Elsie jumps into Ayrton’s arms in joy. The presentation begins shortly after with Elsie walking beside me and Senna. On the podium, sashes and prizes are handed to me one after the other. Rupert, filling in for Prince Phillip it turns out, shakes my hand and presents me with a gold medal. He kisses my cheek as he places the medal around my neck. 
“Wear that too.” He whispers. 
The celebrations go on for hours into the night back at the hotel. Ayrton joins Elsie and I and we all become fast friends. The medal and the red coat have stayed on but I exchange my jodpurs, blouse and boots for a sleek black dress and heels. I feel Rupert behind me and his hand expertly traces my spine to my lower back while the other holds a flute of champagne. 
“Christ what a ride! I think Ivor was right, you would’ve bested me.” He grins. 
My eyes widen at the compliment. “You got a team gold with a damaged shoulder. But I will say I think we might be on par.”
He hums and his eyes take in my dress. They stop at my very revealing cleavage, emphasised by the gold medal. 
“I wonder what other skills we’re on par with.” His hand drops to my behind. 
“Get a fucking room!” Elsie shouts, Ayrton laughing beside her. 
“Shall we?” I smirk. 
Rupert takes my hand and leads me back to his suite. He wastes no time in pushing me against the door and kissing me. I feel his cock press against my stomach through his pants and I moan, finally able to fully savour the moment. His hand slides my dress up, pushing my panties to the side and he finds the opening at the apex of my thighs. His talented fingers ease in and out, in and out. My hips buck as he finds that sweet bundle of nerves and plays with it. Rupert drops to his knees and takes my underwear off with his teeth, never breaking eye contact. I whimper. His mouth joins his fingers, my fingers burying themselves in his hair, legs shaking. I begin to lose control when his tongue starts moving against that nerve, I cry out as he pushes me over into that blissful release. We both look at each other. His eyes totally dark except for a faint blue ring around the pupil. 
“Fuck me please.” I beg. 
“As you wish, Angel.” 
Rupert picks me up and takes me to his bed. The jacket comes off briefly but only to get rid of the dress. 
“I meant it when I said I wanted to fuck you in this jacket and I most definitely will.” 
I moan at his words as I claw at his belt buckle. He unbuttons his shirt and reveals the most incredible chest I’ve ever seen. I run my hands down it, memorising every inch of him for my dreams. My fingers find the loops of his trousers and I pull him to me, kissing him like there’s no tomorrow. He pushes his tongue in as I moan and quickly sets a punishing pace. I can taste myself on his tongue. His trousers come down along with his boxer briefs and my eyes widen at the sight of his length. 
“Fucking hell that won’t fit!” I slap my hand over my mouth, my brain filter completely failing me in that moment. 
Rupert laughs. “I don’t know Angel, I thought you like a challenge. I know I do.” 
“Well when you put it that way.” I smirk. 
He grabs a condom from the bedside table and puts it on. “Absolutely no unwanted pregnancies, you need to represent us at the Olympics. I’m speaking to the Olympic committee tomorrow. You ride like that, I want a fucking medal.” 
I’m shocked, grabbing his face and kissing him again. He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. Lining himself up, I slowly sink down on him. Stretched and full to the brim, we both moan at the feeling. Already he’s the best fuck I’ve ever had and he hasn’t even started moving. I start to raise myself up and down with his hips meeting mine. The gold medal bounces as I ride him and the sound of skin on skin reverberates around the room. Rupert’s hands alternate between my breasts and my behind. The pace gets faster and faster in a savage fuck. It doesn’t take me long to find that lovely release several times over. He changes position, my legs over his shoulders as he drives me into the bed with each thrust of his hips. Feeling every inch of him, my hands twist the bedsheets. He grabs my face and kisses me. He places my legs around his hips and resting his forehead against mine, thrusts harder. I look into his eyes and see he’s coming undone. I start to buck my hips as I once again feel him bring my pleasure to a boiling point. The release hits me first, Rupert following closely behind as his hips stutter and he groans. He gives me a long slow kiss and then eases out of me. 
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” I sigh, getting my breath back. 
Rupert pulls me into his chest. “I think you mean today.” 
I look at the clock. 3:30 in the morning. I snuggle into his chest. His soft snores hit my ears and I feel my eyes closing. I wake up a bit later with Rupert wrapped around me and the need to use the bathroom. I look at him, completely out cold with a wisp of black hair curling on his forehead and still snoring. I can’t help but think how angelic he looks. I untangle myself from him and enter the bathroom, my body creaks with a sweet ache from last night. My hair was somehow still in the bun but messy. I pull my hair tie out and it falls down my shoulders. I silently walk out of the bathroom and start to pick up my clothes from the floor. 
“Just what do you think you’re going, Angel?” 
I let out a shriek and turn around. There Rupert lies with his head propped up, eyes sleepy yet already full of mischief. I hold my clothes close to my naked body. 
“Thought you might-“
“Not want you here when I woke up?” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, “I was looking forward to a bite of your crumpet for breakfast. Now come back to bed. Seriously darling, you would have been back in your room already if I was done with you.”
“But what about the Olympic committee?” I shift my gaze to the floor. 
“You are the best rider Great Britain has ever seen, you’re a fucking shoe-in. They can bugger off so I can bugger you until Olympia.”
I smile. “This isn’t a one time thing?”
He returns the smile, an honest expression on his most beautiful face. “Consider me besotted, Angel. So, are you coming back to bed?”
I drop my clothes back to the floor and saunter back to the bed. Rupert grins, throwing the sheets off his magnificent body. His lips quickly find my neck. I hold him against me and his arms quickly embrace me too. 
Perhaps this means my ritual will include Rupert now. 
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avoteforme · 6 hours ago
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-- the taggierupert is writing itself she's gonna be such a good girl for him 😤
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inquisitiveg · 2 months ago
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A N G E L Rivals (2024-)
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ariadnethedragon · 3 months ago
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RIVALS (2024-)
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dearemma · 2 months ago
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alwaysalir · 3 months ago
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Rivals (2024 - ) Season 1 Episode 8
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rosehathawhey · 2 months ago
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Headcanon: Rupert changed his handwriting to make it easier for Taggie to read
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xxdrixx · 2 months ago
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First of May. First of May. Outdoor fucking starts today. But as usual, it do rain. So we fucks off indoors again.
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anextrapart · 1 day ago
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this Rivals scene is so goddamn funny like
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you're a horrible woman who's been hoping to cheat on your husband because you're awful with this sexy, deeply unserious manwhore and as you're finally attempting to seduce him—which should by all accounts be easy-peasy—you have no clue that he is having an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT conversation from the one you think the two of you are having and that he is somehow (?!) not registering at all that you're blatantly coming on to him and then what. the. fuck.
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oh shit oh no what's actually happening is he's discovering out loud in real time with e x c r u c i a t i n g softness and wonder that your daughter, whom you high-key dislike and treat like shit because you're awful, is giving him Truly Pure & Genuine Romantic Feelings In His Heart™ for the first time ever in his stupid little life.
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SURPRISE, BITCH!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!
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peak comedy, never change you funky little soap opera
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romelzacarnes · 2 days ago
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We probably shouldn't be talking, since we're with rival consortiums.
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aquitainequeen · 2 months ago
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It do just be that kind of show sometimes
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imacrispian · 2 months ago
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Rupert didn’t fall for Taggie...He actually plummeted headfirst nose dived crash landed for her :
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4ever-feral · 3 months ago
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I CAN LOVE YOU BETTER THEN SHE CAN DECLAN 🧎🏽‍♀️😩
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