Mara, can we get some knight and vittorio snippets, please ❤️
I had some possible headcanons/observations about them!
Vittorio Toscano
He was raised in a noble home. Luxury wasn’t spared but he had more important things to concern himself with rather than merely rubbing elbows with others of his status. He’s well read but not so adept at social interaction. Not to say that he is unaware or lacking in decorum. He presents himself well, both in how he dresses and in the way he speaks. Perhaps a bit too polite and and formal at times but over all agreeable.
Tarhos Kovács/The Knight
Perhaps the antithesis of Vittorio. He’s been a slave knight since he was strong enough to handle a sword. He wasn’t raised to have grace or tact; the only tact he knows is on the battlefield. Don’t confused gracelessness with ignorance or stupidity, however, this would be a grave mistake. He is intelligent and a dangerously sharp tactician with enough brutal strength and charisma to push others to follow his call.
His Lost Angel- The Knight/Tarhos Kovàc x Reader (Dbd Commission) P.2 Wedding Night
Part One Here
Commissioned by @prettycutebunny! I hope everyone has a Happy New Year!
xxx
The shame of abandonment still burns in your cheeks. You don’t need assistance with something as simple as dressing yourself. You don’t need assistance with anything, really. But having every single one of your maids, some of which were your closest confidants and even friends leave your service as you were wed to a ‘mere commoner’ certainly made your body burn with shame and anger.
You weren’t ashamed of who you have married. A strong knight, one once in your father’s service, one who you have seen grow and continually strive for greater and greater heights until he won his own freedom from the lords he served. It was… humbling. You may not know this knight too well, but you were truly relieved that it was he you were wed too and not some lord’s son that would only have you so you may produce a son and nothing more.
Your fingers trembled as they struggled to reach the string of your dress. It was in an impossible position. The more you struggle the more you fail to grasp hold of it. It was partially due to anger, partially due to nerves. You were taking off your ceremonial wedding attire and you were changing into something more… airy. Something easier to both put on and to remove. Again, you find yourself squirming and a little sheepish. God, you’re just like a young girl pining for a strong, handsome knight-
Well… you are.
The realization was too much to bear. You were partially undressed and you could hardly stand upright. It wasn’t like you didn’t know what was about to happen, about what would happen tonight. Your legs were weak, your stomach was alight with butterflies- This is really happening… This is really happening! You pressed the back of your hands against your face. Warm against cool… Your heart was slamming so hard in your throat that you could only hear the blood pounding in your ears, not the creak of the door being cracked open.
It was an honest accident. Tarhos was ill accustomed to living around anyone other than his fellow knights. He never had any privacy in his life and that was extended to anyone that shared quarters with him. It’s not that he forgot about you- how could he?!- but he was, well… Tarhos’s mind was elsewhere, but the moment he opened that door he was well aware that he had just violated the sanctity of your privacy, which was simply unacceptable!
Tarhos still didn’t close the door immediately. How could he when you stood before him in a state of undress?! You weren’t completely bare before him unfortunately thankfully, though he could see just how smooth and unmarred your skin was… He just- He wished to slide behind you, take you into his arms and to hold you close… Close enough so he could lean down and place a kiss to your shoulder-
He could hear you squeak in surprise as he closed the door. Would you forgive such a trespass…? Tarhos was genuinely, for the first time in his life, concerned about what another person would think of his actions. No one ever mattered before. No one but you. And now that you are his… he was terrified of how you perceived him.
What if he was only a monster in your eyes? A peasant- no, a slave- and nothing more? It was true he didn’t have the decorum of a lord. He didn’t have fine things, he didn’t have the manners of one, and he never would in this life or the next, this he was certain. Would you come to despise him despite his best efforts? Tarhos would never be a lord but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t treat you like a lady- no, a princess- a queen! He hopes to show you how well he can treat you despite his poor quality…
Neither of you knew exactly what to expect. Well, that’s not completely true. Neither of you have ever been intimate with another person before, but both you and Tarhos knew the vague going ons of what was expected for the first night of marriage… Tarhos knew better than you what exactly that kind of intimacy was, though taken half to heart, as it was talk between mercenaries and would-be knights. You, on the other hand, only had romanticized tales to go off of. Things your maids have told you, that other girls and women of lords have told you which you, of course, took as seriously as the maids that left your side for marrying a ‘commoner’ had taken you. So not much at all.
It was painfully awkward the first few moments you called Tarhos into your shared- you had to remind him of this- bedchamber. For being a new knight and an experienced warrior, he was rather… subdued. Tarhos sat with his hands clasped together in his lap, head bowed slightly so his long, dark hair could obscure his face from view. It was… endearing, in a way. A not so insignificant part of you was utterly terrified at what was expected of you- expected of both of you, but it would seem Tarhos is experiencing the very same thing you were in this very moment.
Fear, a little apprehension, excitement-
You placed your hand atop of his. His hands were so much larger than yours… Rough and scarred from a lifetime of war and hardship, but they were warm and gentle when they engulfed your smooth and unblemished hand. It was… nice. You shifted closer to him and he didn’t stop you. In fact, Tarhos leaned in so he could rest his cheek atop your head.
This was quite different from the stories you’ve heard. Tales of men ravaging their wives the moment the door closes behind them, tales of horror and blood and pain, of unwant and a hollow feeling left in the morning… This was… nice. Lovely, actually. It likely wouldn't stay this way forever, but you hoped this would happen again at least some other time in the future.
Your stomach twisted into knots and your face warmed as fingers brushed against your jawline. Your face was tilted to the side, then up, and you were face to face with your new husband. Pleasant butterflies erupted in your stomach as he leaned in towards you. It was barely a kiss, but you felt faint as his chapped lips ticklishly brushed against your much softer ones.
The next one was firmer, as you reciprocated almost immediately as your initial surprise and giddiness had cooled into something more manageable. You leaned into the hand that began to press fingers into your scalp. A little rough at first, then softer and more gentle, despite the trembling of their owner. A knight so anxious from touching his new bride? It was terribly romantic, in your opinion…
Tarhos was more anxious and excited than you could ever imagine. Could he ever find the words to express how long he has ached for you? Would it frighten you to know that you were always at the forefront of his mind? Perhaps Tarhos could show you how much you mean to him rather than speak about it. Words were never his forte and he’s always been a man of action…
While he was daunted mere moments before, Tarhos had a surge of confidence once you kissed his back. He meant to gently lay you down onto your back but instead he shoved you a little too roughly back and slid between your slightly parted legs before you were able to so much as squeak in surprise. The twinge of guilt he felt for being so rough with a lady as delicate as you swiftly changed into something else as you looked up at him owlishly.
Face red and lips slightly parted, you looked up at Tarhos. You weren’t scared, per se, but you were certainly feeling a little overwhelmed and a little nervous. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he has ever laid eyes on, and that was already so much for you! Tarhos was struggling to retain control over himself, you could tell, but you felt flattered that he was so enthralled by you yet had enough care to not take complete advantage over you… Though, if he did, you are certain you wouldn’t necessarily mind…
“Y-You can touch me… I-If you like that is…” The words slipped out of your mouth rushed and nervous. You were still full of uncertainty but seeing how Tarhos started to hesitate the moment you looked up at him surprised… well you couldn’t allow him to think you were against such treatment, now could you? Not from your now husband…
He hesitated once more. You mean it? He can touch you…? His hand found your cheek and he caressed your skin with his calloused thumb. That isn’t what you meant- Tarhos has never touched a woman but he’s certain you meant other things. But he couldn’t help himself! Your face was angelic… soft and flushed… Skin pristine and perfect… His hand slipped back to cradle the back of your head for a moment before he allowed it to slip further down towards your neck.
Though he didn’t squeeze, you felt a rush of faintness overtake you for a brief moment. Tarhos merely followed the length of your neck, pausing to brush his thumb over your pulse, before he brushed his palm down the curve of your shoulder. He was just at the border of where your gown met your skin. Fingers twitching, his eyes searched your face, a little unsure, questioning if you were truly wanting him to continue. Would he stop if you asked him too? He didn’t move until you shyly nodded, giving him the go ahead to do whatever he pleases.
It may have been an unwise move to look so sweet and innocent underneath him. Telling him he can touch you, encouraging him to continue… Your heart leaps into your throat and your body suddenly warms as Tarhos’s mouth makes contact with your bare skin. A gasp turns into a flustered sigh as he kissed down your shoulder. Slowly, he shifted your gown down, until it has slipped off your shoulder and revealed your collarbone.
How scandalous! Instinctively you squirm and you nearly squeal as you felt his warm and wet tongue trace the outline of your collar. Is this going to fast? This- It’s not! You’re just- Oh my God-!
You cover your face with the crook of your elbow as your gown is unlaced with rushed fingers. You weren’t humiliated but you have never been so embarrassed in your entire life. A man has never, ever seen your naked body before! W-What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if there was something wrong with your body and you simply never knew until this very moment-?!
There was no moment of solem silence, no gasp of shock and no recoil of surprise. The feeling of hands caressing your body- your sides, your hips, your legs- it took your breath away! Your body trembled as did your breath. You bit your lip and writhed as Tarhos all but slipped underneath your gown and- Ohhh…
You were told these things had the potential to feel… nice? Perhaps even good, if you are lucky in the man that is bedding you. You were, without a doubt now, very, very lucky indeed. Even if it was so embarrassing that you felt as though you would self combust at any moment, Tarhos was already making you feel things that you have never felt before. You didn’t think mere touching could feel so… pleasant.
His hands were a little too rough against your sensitive skin, but you wouldn’t dare voice this opinion. His grip was strong though unpracticed, but he was eager and very receptive to your reactions, both large and small. Small gasps were explored until he could make you moan softly against your best attempts to keep yourself silent.
Tarhos wanted you to touch him, too. He has hardly spoken a word to you in the time that you have known him- even on your wedding day- but you didn’t mind so much since he would simply show you what he wanted. His tunic comes off, your hand is placed on his chest- You can feel his heart beating so very fast-
He’s just like you…
Touching your chest, and even his, was one thing. When one of his hands drifted lower, until it touched your thigh and began to slip between your legs? You snapped your legs shut upon impulse. He waited a moment, gauging your reaction. The moment you began to relax he gently pushed your legs open, much to your embarrassment.
Always embarrassing… It wasn’t exactly his fault, nor was it yours. No one has ever- Again, you cover your face. You had vague inklings of what to expect, so you aren’t as scared as you are simply overwhelmed. It was startling to realized that his touching down there felt as good as when he was touching your chest and kissing your-
“W-Wai- EEEKK-?!”
No, no no- THIS is too much! TOO MUCH! H-His mouth! D-Down-?! A-And it f-feels g-good…? Your brows knit together in confused surprise. It- Oh wow… Okay, you’ve never felt anything like this before… The heat you felt before washed over two fold in strength and intensity. The shame you felt was quickly overshadowed by your need to pull him closer. You wrap your trembling legs around his shoulders and grip one of his strong forearms with your sweat-covered hand while your other balled up your gown in a clenched fist.
Tarhos didn’t really care that you were so shy and uncertain of where to place your hands or how to conduct yourself. Every little thing that you did was pushing him further and further over the edge. Would you mind if he- if he just-? He slides up from between your legs, taking your gown into his hand and pulls it over your head. On one of your thighs, you could feel something hard and warm press into your skin-
You didn’t exactly feel panic but it was something pretty close. Anxiety? Apprehension? Excitement? Yes, all the above and then some when he leaned down to kiss you again. His beard was scratchy and ticklish on your skin. It was rather pleasant, even if you were highly sensitive at the moment. You whimpered a soft “Don’t stop… please…” the moment Tarhos hesitated in touching you. Don’t stop? He couldn’t deny you… especially when you both were so close…
It was, at first, very pleasant to feel him rubbing against your sex. Then you realized why there were so many stories of horror and pain. When Tarhos pressed into you slightly, it was… uncomfortable. Somewhere deep inside your gut, something screamed in protest and fear. But him touching you and kissing you so sweetly helped dim the feeling of dread that pooled in your gut. It would hurt. It will hurt. Tarhos pushed into you-
No, it won’t fit. It won’t fit- It WON’T-
Your entire body jumps and a cry of pain escapes your lips as something inside of you pops. You can’t quite find a comparison to what you were currently feeling. It burns, it aches, it feels as though something has been torn or pulled apart… It hurts but… It wasn’t so bad… A few hot tears leaked from your eyes as you struggled to find your voice.
“C-Could- mmpfh- w-wait a- ?!”
Oh you felt so damn good… Tarhos always fantasized about how this night would feel, with you and with only you. It was so, so much better than he ever imagined! Your pained little cry made his stomach twist up uncomfortably but… Fuck- He couldn’t stop his hips from suddenly lurching forwards as you tightly squeezed down around him.
Breathless cries were silenced every time his hips moved. It hurt- Oh God, did it hurt! You dug your nails into his arms, you arched your back, trying to find some relief and just as it was on the cusp of becoming unbearable-
“O-Ohhh-?”
You started to feel hot.
There was still discomfort, yes, but the pain had started to subside as a wet warmth began to build inside of you. You didn’t have to grit your teeth and bear the pain anymore. Now you actually found yourself enjoying the sensation of Tarhos moving inside of you.
When you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside your warmth, Tarhos nearly lost control of himself. Perhaps he did lose control, as he pulled you to his chest and groaned into your hair as you mewled and squeezed his cock with your tightening walls. Your hips moved against his. Tarhos found your ear and nipped at its shell, flicking his tongue out and enjoying every little sound he pulled from you.
Something inside of you was on the verge of breaking. It wasn’t painful, no, it was the exact opposite! Your toes began to curl, your muscles twitched and your legs and lower back became stiff- Though you didn’t quite reach that peak- which one?- the feeling of Tarhos’s hips faltering and him pulling you close as he throbbed inside of you-
Your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth hung agape as your husband moaned into the crook of your neck. Your body reacted out of your control. You felt your body clench and throb as wet heat flooded inside of you. It left you breathless, tingling, and feeling oddly full. Tarhos kisses a trail up your neck until he reaches your lips. You sighed and tangled your fingers in his brown locks as his tongue slipped between your teeth.
You were certainly sore, but no longer feeling faint. Exhausted, yes, but not sick. Not anymore. For a long moment, the two of you simply kissed. Tarhos was still inside of you, still firm, still twitching- You gasped as his hips began to move once more.
Just a little more… He needs to feel you more. Tarhos needs to hear you scream his name before the night is over.
