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Two knights fucking pls? Two knights fucking after a tournament plsss?

I went all out on this one 😁

Tension Between Champions

Content: NSFW, (M x M), Enemies to Lovers

His fierce eyes had a fire in them that Damien had never seen before. Mesmorized by them, only visible through the thin slit of his helmet, Damien felt a rush of heat as he admired them from across the arena. Though at first the feeling had been strange and exciting, it soon grew to become an insistent bubbling resentment.

Daring Damien, as the public knew him, was undefeated before he faced the man with the striking gaze. The fascination with his opponent bittered once he had knocked Damien off his horse and out of the top rankings. Jousting was his entire life and this stranger took away everything he had worked for in one fell swoop.

Corbin Burkhardt. From Damien's first loss onwards the mention of Corbin's name made him physically cringe. Despite being dethroned as champion, the public loved the new rivalry that had blossomed between the two. As a result, Daring Damien was matched up against Cunning Corbin time and time again. Throughout all of their competitions they were very close in the amount of wins each had. Their eyes met, their horses dashed, their poles clanked against the other's armor.

What bothered Damien the most about Corbin was his lack of sportsmanship. Not once had he greeted Damien or offered friendly remarks after a joust. He simply bore his eyes into Damien's and walked off the court in silence.

It all came to a boiling point when they were asked to joust in front of the king. Tensions were high, the audience unruly. Damien steeled himself, wanting more than anything to take victory while the king watched. As he raced forward, lance aimed at Corbin, he thought for a split second that he was sure to demount him, that is until a bruising bash knocked the wind out of him and sent him tumbling to the dirt.

Dejected, his eyes met Corbin's, the man staring down at him from up on his saddle. Corbin took his helmet off then, revealing his sharp features and dirty blonde hair. He looked like a god, the sun shining behind him as he gazed down at Damien with an expression of ... pity? Sympathy? Reverence? Damien couldn't tell which it was.

Both were forced to attend the banquet afterwards. They never had a chance to speak before, or at least never attempted to, but Damien was through with battling against this silent knight. Deciding to do his best to ignore his anger towards Corbin he approached him, aiming to strike up a cordial conversation.

"Hel-"

"Don't talk to me." Corbin interrupted.

"I beg your pardon?!" Maybe he had been right to hold a grudge against him.

"You are excused." Not even bothering to look Damien in the eye, he waved him off.

He didn't know what came over himself but he couldn't contain his rage any longer. Damien lifted Corbin out of his seat by the collar of his shirt, both fists tightly bunching up the material. It angered him even further to see Corbin's lack of response, no shock on his face, only a touch of amusement.

"You insolent fucking-"

"Oi!" The barkeep interjected. "Take it outside! I don't get paid enough to scrub your blood off the floorboards after your little tiff."

Damien shoved Corbin back, storming out, though Corbin followed close behind. Once they had rounded the corner of the tavern into the alleyway Corbin questioned Damien.

"What has you so pressed?" His nonchalance only served to irritate Damien further. Corbin stepped closer as Damien rambled.

"You do! You're cocky and rude a-and insufferable! The one time I try to talk to you and you act like a pompous dick!"

Although Damien was scolding him, Corbin closed the distance between them, even getting Damien to backup unknowingly. He trapped him against the outer stone wall of the tavern, Damien glaring daggers at him despite his back pressing into the brickwork.

"Do you really despise me that much?" Corbin tilted his head, his tone curious yet not seemingly hurt by Damien's words, almost as if he knew a secret Damien did not.

"Yes. Ever since I saw your wretched eyes I felt a strong loathing deep inside me."

"Is it loathing? Or possibly... Lusting?" Corbin smirked. Damien's eyes widened at his brash comment.

"Fuck off!"

He tried to shove Corbin away, pushing his shoulders back. Corbin remained unmoved, much to Damien's dismay. Instead of retreating, Corbin snatched Damien's wrists and slammed them above his head against the wall. Their eyes locked, the gaze intense as they studied the emotions swirling behind them.

"I must confess, I was also enamored by your eyes when I first competed against you. But I can't help but wonder..."

Corbin leaned in, his stare shifting down Damien's face, causing his cheeks to flare with an aggressive blush. Suddenly it felt like he couldn't breathe, anticipating what was to come.

"Wonder if I'll be just as enamored by the way your lips feel." He whispered, his mouth ghosting over Damien's.

Without overthinking it, Damien succumbed to the magnetic attraction that buzzed in the air. He kissed Corbin, not harshly, but also not hesitantly. It felt right, like home. Corbin smiled against his lips.

"Not so feisty now, are we?" He teased.

"Shush. Let's go someplace private."

Damien, a tad embarrassed at how easily he caved from his opponent's charm, led him to his tent. He sat on his cot, waiting for Corbin to join him. His longing grew stronger as he saw the same ferocity in his eyes as he had the first time they had met.

Corbin guided Damien to lay down, settling over top of him. His gaze still remained hard to decipher, but Damien swore he could see a sense of yearning within them.

They kissed, lips connecting, tongues intertwining. The two embraced each other, sharing a vulnerability never shown on the jousting stage. Every whimper and moan spurred them on, their bodies growing hotter.

Corbin snaked a hand down to the bulge in Damien's pants, earning a gasp. Corbin pulled back a bit, just enough to study his face.

"Is this alright?" Corbin asked with no hint of mockery or ill-will in his voice.

"Y-yes. I want to, it's just..."

"What plagues your mind? You can trust me."

"I have never entangled with a man before."

"I see. Well, if you would grant me the honour I would love to explore this new experience with you." Corbin's words were syrupy sweet, intoxicating as he traced his fingers down Damien's jawline.

"Alright. Show me what to do."

"For now simply enjoy yourself. And do let me know if you wish to stop at anytime for any reason, yes?"

"Of course." Damien blushed at how kind Corbin had become when earlier in the night at the tavern he had been so cold.

Crawling down his body, Corbin maintained eye contact as he peeled down his trousers and undergarments. Damien's eager cock sprung free, the tip a rouge hue leaking pearlescent pre-cum.

"Gotten this aroused just from little old me?" Corbin teased, face to face with his member.

"I- uh ... yes." He couldn't deny the effect Corbin had on him, both in and out of the arena.

"Shall I remedy this ... affliction I have given you?"

Damien nodded, focus transfixed on the man nestled between his thighs. Corbin ghosted his hands over his cock, gently stroking and sending shivers throughout Damien. He caressed the organ, committing to memory every ridge and vein along its length. Damien's breathing had already become shallow, his heart racing, as he savoured the attention to his aching dick.

"Oh!" Damien gasped, surprised by the sensation of Corbin's tongue licking up his shaft, from the base to the head. He kitten-licked it a few times before flicking his tongue over the tip. The taste of his salty pre-cum elicited a satisfied hum as it hit Corbin's tastebuds.

Peering up at Damien he began to take him in his mouth, circling his warm tongue around and around. The sight was incredibly erotic, making it hard for Damien to stop himself from exploding then and there.

Working down the length, getting more of his cock into his tight throat, Corbin finally had all of him inside, his pubic hair brushing against his nose. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Damien tangled his fingers in Corbin's hair, holding him down on his dick for a moment longer. Corbin popped off with a wide grin painted across his face.

"If you like you can guide my head however you wish. I will tap your leg if I need a breather."

Holding either side of Corbin's head Damien started off slow, sliding his throat up and down his length. He found a motion that was irresistible and quickly devolved into rapidly thrusting into that spot in Corbin's mouth. Frantic, he chased his high, occasionally stopping to lift the disheveled man up to get air, webs of slobber connecting his lips to his cock. Corbin easily took the skull fucking, clearly well practiced.

When Damien couldn't hold back any longer he pushed Corbin's head all the way down, burying his cock in his throat as he released his seed. He groaned as warm ropes of cum flowed into his stomach, Corbin's eyes rolling back.

Damien finally removed Corbin from his dick, a dopey smile beaming as he held the man's face with admiration in his eyes. With a tender touch, Damien wiped Corbin's mouth clean using his thumb. The caring gesture stunned Corbin, though he quickly shook it off.

Corbin got up, heading to exit the tent when Damien stopped him.

"Wait! Would you...like to stay here with me a while longer? Perhaps to relax and converse?" Damien asked nervously.

Mistaking Corbin's look of bewilderment for discomfort, Damien frantically tried to back pedal.

"By no means feel obligated to agree! I understand if you wish to retire for the night alone."

"No, no. I would love to stay. I apologize for my hesitancy. Previous partners I had been intimate with disliked when I overstayed my welcome. I have never been asked to enjoy one another's company after doing the deed." Corbin sounded forlorned in his recollection of times past but quickly gained a boost to his demeanor as he went to join Damien in the tiny cot.

There they cuddled close, appreciating the coziness that came so easily amoungst them. Sharing stories of their pasts and discussing dreams for the future, the two knights remained together in the tent until the morning sun rose over the horizon.

crazy how donna tartt (author of the secret history) and bret easton ellis (author of american psycho) went to the same college (bennington) AND were good friends and then went on to write two of the most misinterpreted satire novels by the media

neil perry + merry christmas, please don't call

hi tumblr i got into The Secret History by Donna Tartt and it was really good, the book looks more intimidating than it actually was, 700 something pages flashed by in a week anyways i like francis, because something about his energy... i fw it, and it isnt just gay, but, am i disappointed that nothing came of him and richard? just a little bit.

small spoon henry winter (he has a headache)

Camilla, the infantilization and victimization from the fandom towards her character:

Firstly, Camilla is a victim, yes. She is the victim of her brother, and of the things that surround her, Bunny's sexism, Richard's creepy hiperfixiation, Francis' jelousy. She is a victim, but everyone in the book is a victim of something.

What makes her different is that she is a victim of her brother and the sexism towards her. However, the over infantilization and victimization does not suit me well. To not aknowdlege that she was as bad as Francis or Henry, is to look down at her.

She was fine with the fact that they killed someone, she was fine with Bunny's death, (moved, perhaps, giving that scene where she cried, however I've always suspected that was merely acting that Henry asked from her), the thing is: she was fine.

She's not an angel, and not the mastermind behind it, but she's an adult, she knew pretty well that what they were doing was wrong, and yet she didn't told Richard or anyone. The thing is: if she were to say something, everyone would have believed her because she's a girl and would be seen as a victim, but she was not interested on that. She had the opportunity to talk to the police and be seen as a clean victim, she did not because she did not care. She did not felt guilt.

People act as if Camilla is a little girl, a child that knows no bad or good. She knew. She's a complex character, and most people cannot see that the fact that she's a victim does not erase that she's not an angel or innocent.

When she was sent into a date, she did not even seem upset or anything. For her, it was just something she had to do to get their way. Just a simple task, she was not a tool. You can't be a tool, if you're aware and positive about the task. We must remember Richard was scandalized by the fact that Camilla was having fun. It's not that deep, she had fun on a date, playing around because it was just something she had to do, she did not feel bad or used about it, because most possibly, she was sent by Henry.

And we know that she could have declined anything, Henry did favoured her. She could have say no to the bacchanal, or to Bunny's death, she could have been not included, but the thing is: she's as evil and morally strange as Henry and Francis, this does not apply to Charles, since he's a different type, giving to his guilt.

Readers forget the most basic thing: They all are bad people. They are not good, they are victims, yes, but they are also sickly out-of-touch individuals.

Camilla is as bad as them, do not idolize her, do not look down on her.

victor vale

@ eli

in another universe richard is selling avon

Richard "Took a year of pre-med and still couldn't correctly identify his symptoms of pneumonia and hypothermia" Papen

alex: “dude, you better not accidentally summon and get possessed by a demon while reading the bible in latin backwards tonight.”

nigel: “i won’t, dude. don’t worry.”

alex: “okay dude.”

nigel, later: “dude you’re gonna be soooo mad at me-“