oh, to be alone with you

20 / female / uk rivals fanfic writer no other social media :( always taking requests <3 i apologise in advance for the brainrot x

[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 will update it here every time i post 🫶🏽

rupert campbell-black

smut/vague smut

• “i can’t breathe without you.”

• “i’ll be gentle, angel.”

• “you’re such a dirty girl.”

• “i think i rather like that.”

• “let me warm you up, darling.”

• “i will never forget your touch. it will linger on me.”

• “the lady doth protest too much, methinks.”

• “bubbles hide a multitude of sins.”

• “i pray you, do not fall in love with me.”

• “say my name.”

• “well, i am a member of the clitory party.”

• merry christmas, angel (continuation)

soft/protective rupert 🥺

• “what did you fucking say?”

• “i can’t sleep. i just think of you.”

• “just breathe with me, darling.”

• “you just don’t see it, do you?”

• “you belong to me.”

• “let me take care of you, darling.”

• “you must be careful, angel.”

• “you have the body of a goddess.”

• “you can ride my pony anytime, darling.”

• “she’s the one, lizzie.” no reader in this story.

• “happy new year, angel.”

• “forever yours, r.”

• “i’m a heartless man at worst, babe. and a helpless one at best.”

• “i’m a great stress reliever.”

• “well, you couldn’t possibly dance alone.”

• “don’t worry about it, angel.”

• “i have waited for the day.”

• was i just a fool? / breakup with rupert :(

• “you deserve a real man.”

• every breath you take / proposal!

• you have bewitched me, body and soul.

• merry christmas, angel.

storyline

• i don’t believe in god, but i believe that you’re my saviour. PT 1

• i don’t believe in god, but i believe that you’re my saviour. PT 2

• oh, the whole world, it is sleeping. but my world is you.

declan o’hara

smut/vague smut

• “i’m gonna have ‘ta punish ya’.”

• “i think you know…”

• “ya’ want me to touch ya’ like that?”

• “how does it feel, my girl?”

• “how beautiful you are, my girl.”

• “don’t think i’ll go easy on ‘ya.”

• “what do ‘ya want me to do to ‘ya?”

• “time for a new one.”

• “do ya’ know how wrong this is?”

• “your turn.”

• earned it.

• all i need.

soft/protective declan🥺

• “for he would be thinking of love..”

• “how does it feel, huh?”

• “i can’t stand to see ya’ with someone else.”

• “i’m slave to her, slave to her love.”

storylines

• “miss baddingham, you are bad news.” PT 1 smut

• “miss baddingham, you are bad news.” PT 2 protective

• “you have no idea what ‘ya doing to me, do ‘ya?” PT 1 smut

• “there’s just something about ya’.” PT 1 angst

• “there’s just something about ya.” PT 2 romance

rupert x taggie

smut/vague smut

• “daddy, can you…”

• “show me what you do to yourself, darling.”

rupert x reader x declan

love triangle storyline/smut

• “don’t waste your time with him.” PT 1

• “don’t waste your time with him.” PT 2

basil baddingham

smut/vague smut

• “jesus christ, you’re enchanting.”

soft bas🥺

• “well, my love…”

• “thank god you’re here.”

lizzie x freddie

• “i wish i could stop thinkin’ about ‘ya.” soft

taggie o’hara

• because i knew you, i have been changed for good. PT.1 platonic

• because i knew you, i have been changed for good. PT.2 platonic

random titbits (tony, lizzie etc)

• “well, she’s quite some lady…” rupert x reader ft tony

• “you have so much celestial light.” patrick o’hara x reader

• “that was gloriously naughty.” tony baddingham x reader

[jam3sacaster]

Are you still writing?

MUAHAHAHA I am NOWWWW

[jam3sacaster]

Hi, my love❤️

I hope everything is okay & you're doing well🥺🤍

I know life can take you places, but we are here with you! Xo

hello my love 🩷

i am doing GREAT now thank you, i hope you are too! 🥺

[jam3sacaster]

HELLO! 🥺

it’s been a WHILE.

please tell me you guys still exist! 😔

update: since we last spoke (miranda-esque), i left my relationship of 4 years (GO ME🥳), moved back home, generally became a lot happier!!

with that being said, a come back in the new year?……

[jam3sacaster]

hey guys 🩷

it’s been a while. hopefully you all still remember me. i’ve logged on to see my inbox & askbox, not only flooded with requests, but with people quite concerned about me! 🥺 as you may know, i was having some health issues etc before i took some time off.. and life just gets in the way sometimes. went on a completely wild ride of infatuation that my wife @crucifix-dolll heard ALL about 🤣 butttt i shall be returning very very soon to flood your tumblr with smut n all that stuff. love you all!

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rupert campbell-black

NS/FW Alphabet

trying something a lil different! 🫶🏽 18+ HEADCANONS. super smutty. reader character aged at 21.

A - Aftercare:

Rupert is an absolute sucker for aftercare. For the rest of the night, he’ll be stroking your hair & giving you gentle kisses on your forehead. And, of course, he’ll run you a hot, soapy bath afterwards to relax your muscles.

B - Body part:

His favourite body part of yours is most definitely your legs. He’s constantly caressing them or nestling in between your thighs for warmth. There isn’t a single night that goes by where he isn’t biting at your legs before you have sex.

C - Cum:

Rupert never pulls out. Unless you absolutely beg him to let you swallow it (on occasion), he will fill you up every single time.

D - Dirty secret:

His, and your, dirtiest secret is that you both popped upstairs at The Priory during one of Venturer’s boozy parties and fucked over the windowsill in Declan and Maud’s bedroom. Both incredibly drunk and relishing in the idea of being caught.

E - Experience:

We all know… he has it. Enough said.

F - Favourite position:

It would be very hard for him to pick a favourite, but if he absolutely had to, he’d pick the straddle position. He loves the way you whimper when it’s so deep inside you, and he loves to see your beautiful face as you cum.

G - Goofy (How serious is he during the act?):

Whilst Rupert loves a laugh, he takes your love-making very seriously. Almost as if it’s an act at the theatre, his performance of how much he loves you and your body.

H - Hair (How well groomed is he, and how does he prefer you?):

Rupert has the most fantastic bush, a mound of hair that holds the world’s best, and biggest, treat. You keep yours trimmed and neat, although he wouldn’t really care either way.

I - Intimacy:

Rupert is surprisingly intimate. The nights you spend in bed — candles lit, wine consumed & slowly making love to each other — are his favourite.

J - Jerking off:

Before he met you, nothing was stopping him from wanking two or three times a day. Now, he has no need. You’re there every time he needs you.

K - Kinks:

Rupert most definitely has a breeding kink. He loves to see his hot cum dripping out of your reddened cunt after a good session. Although, it just immediately turns him on again and he’s ready for Round 2.

L - Location:

He’s not particularly fussed where you do it when he’s in the mood, but his favourite place is the Bluebell Woods in Spring, when the floor is awash with that beautiful pale purple. The sight of you bent over on the crisp floor is a dream.

M- Motivation (What turns him on?):

When it comes to you, anything will turn him on. The way your arse looks when you’re in the shower, the way you flutter your wispy eyelashes at him, even the way you scrape your hair into a ponytail. But if he had to pick something that completely took him over the edge, it’s when you suck his dick with that scarlet red lipstick of yours, and it leaves prints over him. Guaranteed to make him cum.

N - No (Something he wouldn’t do):

There’s not much that Rupert wouldn’t do, but he draws the line at submission. He loves to be the dominant one, and has to be in control. There’s nothing that will make him go soft quicker than you trying to take the reigns, and that’s saying something.

O - Oral (Does he prefer giving or receiving?):

Whilst he will never turn down a blowjob, Rupert is a full-time MUNCH. You only have to take your pants off and he’ll be kneeling in front of you, licking at your clit like it was his last meal.

P - Pace

It depends on his mood, honestly. There’s some nights when you look so fucking good in that dress that he takes you home and fucks you hard enough to give you a migraine. But, there’s also some nights that start off slowly with passionate kissing and lead to a slow, intense session where every thrust is entwined with love.

Q - Quickie:

Of COURSE! He’s fucked in a toilet of the Concorde, don’t you know?

R - Risk:

True to his usual character, Rupert is a massive risk-taker. If he gets hard, it doesn’t matter where you are, he’s having you somewhere. Your list includes The Priory, the storeroom of the Bar Sinister, his Porsche and the Bluebell Woods.

S - Stamina:

He could keep going forever. Every time you have sex, you have to prepare yourself to be bent into numerous positions for at least 20 minutes at a time. You never leave the bed without having an orgasm.

T - Toys (Does he use them?):

Rupert has an aversion to any toy, except a vibrator. He wholeheartedly thinks that nothing else should be inside you except him, so best not to mention it.

U - Unfair (Does he tease you?):

He’s a huge tease! There’s nothing he loves more than handcuffing you to the bed and making you whimper with a vibrator, or rubbing himself against your entrance and making you beg for it mercifully.

V - Volume (How loud is he?):

Rupert doesn’t actually make too much noise — just a few grunts and the occasional moan when he’s climaxing. Other than that, he likes to keep quiet so he can hear you squeal frantically under his touch.

W - Wild card (Random!):

Rupert’s guilty pleasure is buying you incredibly expensive lingerie that he finds in your catalogue. It turns him on immensely to see you try them on for him, and it always ends in breaking the set in.

X - X-ray (How big is he?):

It comes as a surprise to nobody that Rupert has a particularly large appendage, that he’s very proud of. It’s thick, veiny & manages to hit the right spot. Every. Single. Time.

Y - Yearning

He has the most fervent sex drive imaginable. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is, if you’re down for it, Rupert will give it to you. You only have to do so much as brush past his leg and he will be rock hard.

Z - Zzz (How quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

As soon as he’s finished his aftercare, he is straight to sleep. Snoring & drooling, the whole lot. It takes you a little while longer, you always have to wait for your legs to stop shaking. But you can guarantee Rupert will be asleep the moment his head touches the pillow.

[jam3sacaster]

i just have the most amazing friends on here 🥺🥺🥺 love you all so much🩷🩷

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“There’s just something about ya’.” PT.2

(Rivals) Declan O’Hara x Reader

Suggestion by a sweet anon 🫶🏽 Despite his dislike of the upper class, Declan cannot help but fall for Rupert’s daughter.

18+ FANFIC / Romantic angst, smut mention. Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

It had been approximately four and a half days since you had last blessed The Priory with your glittering presence. Declan had found himself, half-asleep and puffing hungrily on a cigarette, stood by the kitchen window — surveying the fields and embarrassingly hopeful that he saw you march from Penscombe Court with your usual hamper of snacks. Today must have been his lucky day, as you were doing just that. With crimson red wellies clutching your feet, you trampled up the mossy bank, hauling a heavy wicker hamper in your right hand. Knocking politely, you waited by the front door, feeling your bottom lip trembling with trepidation.

The door swung open — revealing Declan dressed (in loose terms) in tight white boxers and a navy blue dressing gown. “Oh. It’s you.” He spat, but his heart was executing the most perfect somersaults inside his chest. “Yes. Daddy said he hasn’t seen you in a while… worried about you. So I’ve brought you some thick cut bacon and some pork and apple sausages, cook you up a breakfast.” You beamed. The bewitching twinkle in your eyes was enough to make Declan almost drool. He didn’t speak, but pushed the door open further to allow you entry into the unkempt country home. “Why haven’t you answered Daddy’s calls?” You pried, waltzing into the kitchen and beginning to retrieve a frying pan and spatula. Declan sat himself down at the table, brindle brown glasses on and his unnerving chocolate orbs trained on you. “Busy.” He grunted, scratching at the growing stubble on his chin.

Within minutes, the ambrosial aroma of frying bacon was occupying the kitchen. Your shapely figure was clothed in a vibrant yellow summer dress, the ruches clinging to the contours of your waist. The sight alone was enough to make the breath catch in Declan’s throat. “Nice dress.” He remarked, admiring the tresses of golden hair that cascaded down your back like a rich waterfall. “Why thank you!” You giggled, spinning around from the hob to curtesy gracefully. You daren’t tell him that you wore it just for him. The breakfast you had cooked for him was nothing short of majestic — a rounded plate laden with bacon, sausages, eggs, beans and toast. “Here you are, my love.” You presented the plate to him and instantaneously spun on your heel, facing the wall and chomping down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. My love?, you thought to yourself, why on Earth did I say that?

Declan rapaciously wolfed at his food, his moustache glistening with grease. What was so terribly wrong with you that you even found that attractive? “Drink?” You asked tentatively, not wanting to disturb the breakfast trance he’d worked himself into. He simply nodded his head in response. You flashed him that sweet, submissive smile that he’d grown so accustomed to. Fumbling through the cupboard, you began to retrieve a glass and noticed that the neighbouring glass was slipping. It promptly hurtled to the floor and shattered into tiny, crystallised shards with a delicious smash. “Shit!” You huffed, a concoction of embarrassment and angry, and bent down to the ground to ineptly pick up the jagged pieces. Declan followed suit — he’d rather cut himself a thousand times on the shattered glass than you cut yourself once. As he gathered the pieces, he swiftly glanced up at you. Feeling his unwavering glare, your eyes darted upwards, immediately stifling their panicked glow.

The tension entwined betwixt your locked eyes was palpable, the rise and fall of your chests increasing with every waking second. Before either of you could speak, Declan stood to his feet, pulling you up with him and picking you up. By instinct, your legs crossed behind his back and your hands raked desperately through his hair— your lips crashing together hungrily. Desperate moans were whimpered against each others lips. Declan placed you onto the table carefully, beginning to unbutton his shirt, his lustful eyes following your hands as you rushed to hike up your dress. “Fuck, I want you so bad.” He mumbled, pressing his lips against yours once more, unable to suppress the urge to taste you. You had never wanted anything more.

“Hello? Only me, old chap. I can’t find princess anywhere.” The all too familiar voice of Rupert, your father, called from the hallway, the gutting click of the front door behind him sending reverberant shock waves through you both.

[jam3sacaster]

Please please please pretty please can we have more of Declan x Rupert’s daughter reader!!!

ask, and you shall receive 🥰🩷

[jam3sacaster]

quick question for you lovely people, if i write fics for another fandom, would you prefer for me to make another account and keep here rivals only? or would you not mind? 🥰 please let me know!

[jam3sacaster]

hello 🩷

it feels like forever & a day since i’ve been active on here (in reality, it’s been a week) but it’s been the longest i’ve been away since finding our wonderful rivals community 🫶🏽 as many of you may know, i’ve been quite unwell recently and in & out of hospital for various reasons. i just completely lost all motivation to write & i would rather not write at all than write something my heart isn’t in, which i’m sure you guys understand because you know how i am😅

with that being said, i plan to be around a lot more now 🩷 & i’m so sorry for anyone still waiting on requests! LOVE YOU ALL! 🫶🏽🥰

[jam3sacaster]

Hi darling!!

I wanted to thank you again for writing Rivals fanfic. There’s not enough of us writing so I appreciate every single piece you put out.

I kindly request anything Frizzie related. Fluff and smut, them spending quality time together, etc. I just wrote two fics of them but there’s not much on ao3 at all. 😭😭

Sending you so much love!!! 💕

hello my love! 🥰🩷 thank you so much!! you’ll have to send me some links so i can have a read because i actually don’t know what ao3 is 🫣 but i’d love to read your work!!!!

i would love to!

much love my sweet & i hope you’ve had a great NY! 🥰🥰

[jam3sacaster]

Oooooo request for Rupert x reader and how he’d react if Tony was being a bit of a creep towards her! Especially if she’s young!

i’ve done one very similar to this that you can read here

thank you for the request 🩷🩷🩷

[jam3sacaster]

Happy New Year beautiful, I hope you have had a wonderful end to 2024! This year will be yours, so keep your chin up and stay positive, no matter how hard times can get, you'll get through it♥️ you've been such a brilliant and wonderful person to get to know & thank you for the last few months. You've been amazing & keep up the great fics💕 blessings from Devon☺️🥰

this is so sweet 🥺🥺 thank you so much my love, have an amazing year!!🩷🩷

[jam3sacaster]

Happy new year darling🎉🎉🎉

I hope your year brings you all you want and need! Thank you so much for sustaining this lovely growing fandom and for sharing your work with us all😘😘

(Also sending healing energy/vibes/calm your way hope your feeling better after your hospital stay💕)

-ultrasafecake

happy new year my love!! thank you so much my darling, hope you had an incredible day❤️❤️❤️❤️

[jam3sacaster]

happy new year to the most fantabulous community i’ve ever been apart of!! 🥂❤️ i hope you’ve all had the most wonderful festive period & that all your wishes come true this new year 🫶🏽

now this is all out of the way, my normal writing will resume & i’m so excited for the year that lies ahead ❤️ LOVE YOU ALL & HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 🥳🥳 ps, remember not to wash any clothes tomorrow!!

[jam3sacaster]

Oh, the whole world, it is sleeping. But my world is you. PT.1?

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by: A sweet anon🫶🏽

Song Inspo: Bloom, The Paper Kites.

Disclaimers: Reader character aged at 26. Short Work. Let me know if you’d like a PT2? Your sweet, soft life with Rupert & your family 🩷

It was a slow, gentle morning in Spring. A tender stream of sunlight washed through the sheer net curtains of the kitchen. Outside, daffodils had begun to rear their golden heads across the lawn of Penscombe Court. In the distance, a herd of sheep guided new, bouncing lambs across the valley. As Rupert Campbell-Black pulled himself from his deep slumber, he yawned and outstretched his limbs, his ears instantaneously being filled by cheerful chatter downstairs. Pulling on a navy blue towelling robe, he sauntered downstairs and was stopped in his tracks by a small boy, dressed in a white t-shirt and blue dungarees, ink black hair shrouding his head like a cloud. His cerulean eyes sparkled in the same way as Rupert’s. “Good morning, Arthur.” Rupert beamed, picking up the boy, who replied back in his own toddler chatter. “Ruff ruff!” Arthur babbled as Blue, the lurcher, and Rufus, the beagle, circled around Rupert’s ankles.

Rupert placed Arthur back down on the floor when they entered the kitchen, and he immediately toddled away to the corner to continue ramming his shiny red cast metal car into the skirting board. “Good morning, darling.” Rupert purred, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. You were sat at the dining table already, spoon-feeding a thick porridge to your plump-cheeked baby in the highchair beside you. “And how is my beautiful girl this morning?” Rupert cheered, pulling the baby from the highchair and spinning her around in his arms. Posie was almost six months old — with an angelic, cherub-like face, rosy cheeks and a belly laugh that even made Declan O’Hara smile. “Very greedy.” You replied, scooping up the last of the porridge onto a small blue spoon and stuffing it in Posie’s mouth.

The family that you’d both created often brought tears to Rupert’s eyes. The way Arthur’s eyes brightened when he smiled, just like Rupert. The way Posie danced with her shoulders whenever music was playing, just like you. The way the dogs create a protective barrier around both children when they’re asleep in the playroom. And, today would similarly not be short of familial joy. The spring sun was blazing, so you had lay a red tartan picnic blanket outside, alongside a wicker hamper filled with sandwiches, sausage rolls, lemonade and jam. Rupert had Posie in his arms, and was strolling briskly through the gardens, allowing her to bunch various flowers within her surprisingly strong fists. As he eventually took a seat on the bench just outside the French doors, Posie picking at the head of a tulip, Rupert sighed loudly, his eyes fixed on you playing with a collection of cast metal cars alongside Arthur, giggling fantastically as your son crashed them together. “You know, angel, some years ago I sat here. All alone. For lack of better words, I’d been a very naughty boy. I never, ever thought I’d be sat here with you all. My family.” He spoke solemnly to your babbling daughter. Posie lay her head against his chest as if, in some strange way, she’d understood it all. Keeping her head tightly to his chest, Rupert pandered back to the picnic blanket.

“Are you okay, love?” You asked, chuckling as Arthur crawled over to his father and rested his head upon his lap. You inched closer towards your husband, taking time to individually kiss everyone on their foreheads. “Most definitely.” Rupert beamed in response. “I love you all. So much.” He continued. Posie began her signature belly laugh as Arthur stuck his tongue out towards her. “My God. I love you all.” He spoke again.