#teddy x reader

suggestive. interact at your own risk. includes (slight) dry humping & biting

starring: vivian hugo, teddy knight & michael kaiser

boyfriend! hugo who tries to listen but ends up losing control without realising.

“mhh— vivi..” you stifle a moan, shifting slightly on his lap in the backseat of his car. you laid your head on his shoulder, facing his neck while he ravaged yours. “not too high up—“

but your words were blurred into hugo’s ears. far too distracted to even bother. his hands firmly held your hips down, trying to reduce the constant movement and grinding against his hard. however you were much more persistent, trying to

after the both of you were done and back in your bedrooms did he realise how ruined your neck was. but it was too late.

“sorry cheri.. got carried away again..” he mumbled into your neck, hugging your waist.

boyfriend! teddy who is very aware of your words but couldn’t care less to listen.

your wrists were bounded by a neat light blue ribbon, your arms rested on teddy’s shoulders. meanwhile, teddy was comfortably holding you by the waist, slotted in between your thighs that wrapped around his hips.

“teddy—” his lips pressed against your neck, bruises from weeks before that were in the process of healing were marked again. teddy deliberately licking the same spot again, knowing you could feel the heat of his tongue tracing your neck.

despite your attempt in trying to stay quiet, you whimpered— giving him exactly what he wanted. he gave your waist quick squeeze before reaching for another mark below your jaw.

before he headed out for training the next day, he tossed you a bag full of designer clothes, most of them having turtlenecks high enough to cover his traces.

boyfriend! kaiser who just makes things worse, showing no remorse for his actions.

“kaiser you—!” without much time to react, your back was slammed against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist in support. in retort, you pulled his hair hard.

he hissed, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. he sunk into your neck and bit down hard. you flinch and whine, that was his que to let go and swallow your noises with a kiss. you could feel him niping at your lips— asking to be let in.

he only moved back to your neck once you were out of breath. not even turtlenecks will be saving you from this one.

Your boyfriend has needs too and though he can't ovulate he is just as close to it! 1

Featuring the NewGen11 Loki, Hugo, Teddy, Lorenzo, Sae, Bunny and Kaiser

Tw: very suggestive 18+

bf!newgen11 headcannons! -> featuring: kaiser, sae, bunny, hugo, lorenzo, loki, teddy

Kaiser:

۶۟ৎ bf!kaiser who loves when you get him blue roses, and in return he gets you your favorite flowers (even better if you get him them as an after match victory gift)

۶۟ৎ bf!kaiser who asks you if you can try new hair styles on him (i know he’d look so good with his hair up in a messy pony tail)

۶۟ৎ bf!kaiser who you would have matching rose tattoos with (he loves it so much)

۶۟ৎ bf!kaiser who always slings an arm around your shoulder and smirks when paparazzi wants photos of you two (he know you two are absolutely gorgeous together)

۶۟ৎ bf!kaiser who learned what it's meant to be truly loved from you <3

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sae:

۶۟ৎ bf!sae who secretly gets a sense of happiness every time he spots you at one of his matches (he’d rather say that bunny is an amazing soccer player then admit it tho)

۶۟ৎ bf!sae who likes late night walks or drives with you in the pretty cityscape of madrid

۶۟ৎ bf!sae who’s memorized your regular order at your favorite coffee shop (anything about you at this point, if you mention liking something once to this man, he will remember it)

۶۟ৎ bf!sae whose cologne smell just the beach, breezy, just with a hint of the salty, fresh ocean

۶۟ৎ bf!sae who likes watching horror movies with you

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bunny:

۶۟ৎ bf!bunny who’s carefree around paparazzi and always holds your hands when he’s signing autographs or taking pictures (this man would not go out in disguise)

۶۟ৎ bf!bunny who loves to tease you with both english and spanish pet names (he calls you cariño on a daily basis)

۶۟ৎ bf!bunny who would love being the big spoon when you two cuddle

۶۟ৎ bf!bunny who regularly takes you out on dates to the most fanciest, and prettiest restaurants ever in barcelona

۶۟ৎ bf!bunny who loves it when you trace over the scar on his face

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hugo:

۶۟ৎ bf!hugo who let you do his lashes and put mascara on them (his lashes are extremely pretty, his teammates notice, and charles teases him)

۶۟ৎ bf!hugo who’s strong, and can easily pick you up bridal style, or any way you want him to

۶۟ৎ bf!hugo who you drag along to go see butterflies. burgundy, or any other ones in the shade red (their his favorite animal after all)

۶۟ৎ bf!hugo who cooks for you, he’s a good chef, and the french dishes he makes are delicious

۶۟ৎ bf!hugo who loves you, and by love i mean smitten, this boy loves you

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lorenzo:

۶۟ৎ bf!lorezno who you also get a gold tooth implant for in order to match his implants <3

۶۟ৎ bf!lorenzo who loves it when you come to his matches, cheering him on

۶۟ৎ bf!lorenzo who likes plants (i feel like he would have a collection of plants and talk to them)

۶۟ৎ bf!lorenzo who has a chain with your name on it

۶۟ৎ bf!lorenzo who knows the best date spots around in italy (he would like fast food stores and just hanging out with you, or arcades i feel like)

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loki:

۶۟ৎ bf!loki who likes to take you with him on his morning jogs, listening to music together while he takes you to trails filled with beautiful scenery

۶۟ৎ bf!loki who definitely won every single one of his track and field events

۶۟ৎ bf!loki who you help look after charles (you and charles are best friends, let’s be honest)

۶۟ৎ bf!loki who gives you small, but expensive, meaningful gifts, such as pandora bracelets with the charms you mentioned liking

۶۟ৎ bf!loki who loves to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, especially when your cooking (he loves your cooking)

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teddy:

۶۟ৎ bf!teddy who is quite literally your knight in shining armour (i feel like he would be a big fan of small gestures like holding the car door open for you)

۶۟ৎ bf!teddy who likes walks (he’ll hold your hand during walks <3)

۶۟ৎ bf!teddy whose cologne would smell like vanilla & cinnamon <3

۶۟ৎ bf!teddy who enjoys quiet activities with you, like reading or rewatching matches together

۶۟ৎ bf!teddy who’ll find you with a teddy bear at his matches

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A/N: where is lorenzo guys.

i'm sorry, but teddy has to have the most bizarre kinks.

he’d have to have some degradation sprinkled in there. like, spit in his mouth, yank on his ugly ass hair, make him rub your feet; nothing is too much for him. nothing is hotter to him than when you look at him with that glare of yours.

i feel like he’d have some master/slave type of relationship. if you say bark, he asks how loud, you know?

This was so much fun, you might be able to tell I got a bit carried away lol

Dateables comforting agoraphobic reader after they get locked out

Dorian is lowkey zoning out until he realizes you've been locked out. He practically breaks himself off his hinges pulling the door open for you

He immediately pulls you into his arms, sinking to the floor as he murmurs comforting words, internally biting himself for not noticing sooner

Mateo notices you immediately and at the sight of your tears, he rushes over to help, swaddling you in blankets before Dorian carries you over to the couch

Koa also notices once you're set down beside him, startling out of his nap at the sound of your sniffles. He lets you snuggle into his side, gently rubbing your back

While this is happening, Dorian is alerting the other dateables to what's happened and they're in full work mode

Friar Errol, Luke, and Stefan have actually put aside their differences for once and mostly work in silence to make your favorite food, their worry for you drowning out their arguments.

Bathsheba and Barry are working on setting up a bath, adding in bubbles and bath salts to the warm water, which Hector made sure is the exact temperature that you like and Tyrell picks the fluffiest towels for when you're done.

Washford and Drysdale go through probably the quickest cleaning cycle ever to get your favorite pajamas clean and dry before Dirk takes them to the bath in preparation for when you finish.

Teddy and Betty focus on setting up your bed, fluffing the pillows, and taking the blankets Mateo delivers between comforting you to turn your bed into a nest of soft items.

Hector has already shifted the entire temperature of the house to the exact degree you like it when you're upset. Suppose you're at the point where he's already shown himself to you. In that case, he'll take a more hands-on role with everybody else to help you feel better

Daisuke, Kopi, and Beverly are designing the perfect drink, just warm enough to soothe without burning you, not too overwhelming of a flavor but not too plain, and poured into your favorite mug with Daisuke has polished religiously.

Once everything is set up, it's executed flawlessly. They wait until you've stopped shaking for Dorian to carry you up to your bath. Bathsheba and Barry help there, and Tyrell dries you off once you're done. Dirk hands over your still-warm pajamas before Dorian carries you to bed. There, you're delivered your favorite food by Stefan, and Daisuke hands you your drink. They let you pick who you want to cuddle with or if you'd rather lie down alone, and then Teddy and Hector take turns telling quiet stories until you're asleep.

No one, not even Hector, can put into words just how much they all love you. If it were up to them, you'd never be put in a situation that upsets you. But if times like this happen where you are, you'll never have to face it alone because they'll all be by your side.

Bonus:

then your name being called, you walking up on the stage (don’t trip, don’t fall, straight ahead), shaking hands and then holding your diploma and teddy as a wide smile bloomed across your face and you listened to the applause.

‘we did it,’ you whispered giddily.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: MINORS DNI!! smut to fluff, soft sex, comforting

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 teddy as a knight and reader as a princess, middle age era,smut sometimes fluff, you inlove to the knight

You wake the next morning in the same heavy silence that has filled your room for the past two weeks. The curtains are drawn, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of old parchment. Your body feels stiff from the long days of confinement, and your mind drifts back to the moment your father’s voice had echoed through the halls, declaring your punishment. Two full weeks. No visitors. No leaving your chambers except for meals, which you barely touched.

The rabbit is still curled in its little nest of blankets at the foot of your bed, its small chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. You sit up, the mattress creaking softly beneath you, and exhale a long, tired sigh. The weight of the crown feels heavier than ever, even though you haven’t worn it in days. Your fingers trace the edge of the blanket, and you wonder how much longer this isolation will last.

The following day passes in a blur of pages. You sit by the window with a stack of old books, the words blurring together as your thoughts wander to the world outside. You imagine the gardens, the training yard, the eastern tower where Teddy keeps watch. Your fingers itch to open the door, to step into the sunlight, but the memory of your father’s stern face keeps you rooted in place.

By the end of the first week, hunger gnaws at your stomach like a living thing. The rabbit, too, looks weaker—its ears droop, its movements sluggish. You try to feed it the last of your bread, but your own hands tremble. The room spins when you stand, and you collapse onto the cold stone floor, the world fading to black.

A knock echoes through the haze.

“Reader? Are you feeling alright?” Your mother’s voice, soft and worried, filters through the heavy door.

You hear her, but your lips refuse to move. The knock comes again, louder this time.

“Reader, please answer me!”

The door bursts open. Your father rushes in, his boots pounding against the floor. He drops to his knees beside you, his strong arms lifting you as if you weigh nothing. Your mother follows, tears already streaking her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Reader. Please forgive us,” she sobs, pulling you into a tight embrace the moment your father lays you on the bed. Your father stands at the foot of the bed, head bowed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“What have I done?”

Your mother cries harder, her arms trembling around you. You drift in and out of consciousness, the warmth of her tears soaking into your nightdress.

The next morning, you wake to find both your parents standing at your bedside. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting golden lines across the floor. Your mother’s eyes are red-rimmed, your father’s face lined with guilt.

“What happened?” you ask, voice hoarse.

Your mother leans down and hugs you fiercely. “Mamma, what happened?” you repeat, confused.

“You collapsed,” your father says quietly. “We… we were too harsh. I grounded you, and I’m sorry. Please forgive us.”

You look away, the memory of his anger still fresh. “Papa, you’re not mad at me?”

He steps closer, his hand gentle as he pats your head. “Of course not, Reader. You’re my only daughter. I made a mistake.”

You sit up and wrap your arms around him. Your mother joins the embrace, both of them murmuring apologies against your hair. The tension that has hung over the castle for weeks finally cracks, replaced by a fragile, healing warmth.

At the dining table later, you eat slowly, the rabbit nibbling at a plate beside you. Your father kisses the top of your head. “I won’t get angry with you again, Reader.” You nod, the words settling something deep inside you.

Your mother smiles through fresh tears. “Oh, Reader, we’re leaving after this. You’ll be in charge of the castle. You’re the princess.”

You nod again, the responsibility settling on your shoulders like a familiar cloak.

You sit on the throne, the rabbit curled in your lap, when the great doors open. Niang and Agi walk down the red carpet, their steps hesitant. They kneel before you, heads bowed.

“You’re back, Your Highness,” Agi says, voice thick with emotion.

You rise and run to them, pulling both into a tight hug. They gasp in surprise.

“Your Highness!” Niang exclaims.

“I missed you both,” you whisper. “Where’s Teddy?”

Agi smiles softly. “He’s resting. He wanted to go with you, to visit you.”

Your cheeks flush. “Really? He said that?”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Niang confirms.

You blush deeper. “He still loves me.”

Agi and Niang exchange glances. “We must return to our duties, Your Highness.”

“Wait,” you say. They kneel again. “I want to go with you. I want to see Teddy.”

Agi hesitates. “But Prince Tristan will be angry—”

“He’s back at his own palace for now,” you assure them. “Please. I need to see him.”

They bow. “Yes, Your Highness.”

You turn to a servant. “Take the rabbit back to my room.” The servant nods and gently lifts the small creature.

You walk with Agi and Niang through the quiet corridors until you reach Teddy’s door. Your hand trembles as you push it open. Teddy lies on the bed, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in slow breaths. Bruises still mar his skin, but they look better than before.

“Teddy,” you whisper.

His eyes flutter open. “Reader? I thought you were still grounded.”

“I’m fine. It’s over now.” You cross the room and hug him tightly. “I missed you.”

He hugs you back, his arms strong despite his injuries. “Me too.”

You kiss teddy deeply, Niang and Agi look away when they see them kissing, pouring weeks of longing into the touch. “I was thinking of you. I’m sorry for ignoring you. I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s fine,” he murmurs against your lips.

“How did you get here? What if that bastard finds out and gets mad at You, Agi and Niang?” he asks, worry creasing his brow.

“Tristan’s gone back to his palace. We’re safe for now.”

“Thank God.” He turns to the attendants. “Agi, Niang, could you both leave us alone?”

They nod and slip out, closing the door behind them.

You sit beside him on the bed. “Are your bruises okay? Let me see.”

Teddy nods and slowly removes his shirt. The sight of his battered body makes your heart ache. You brush gentle fingers over the fading marks on his face. “Please help me. Tristan assaulted me so many times. I don’t want him to come back. He doesn’t treat me like a wife—he treats me like a slave.”

Tears spill down your cheeks. Teddy wipes them away, his thumb lingering on your skin. His gaze drops to your shoulder, and he carefully lowers the neckline of your dress. You gasp, a soft moan escaping as his fingers brush your skin. He pulls his hand back. “I’m sorry.”

You lean in and kiss him again, deeper this time. He eases you onto the bed, his body hovering over yours. Your eyes meet, breaths mingling.

“Can I?” he asks, voice low.

You nod.

He kisses you again, hands moving to undress you while his lips never leave yours. You gasp when he pulls away for a moment. “Are you sure? What if your parents find out?”

You chuckle softly. “They left. We have time.”

Teddy removes his boxers. You slip off your underwear and lie back, heart pounding. He positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You moan as he pushes inside, stretching you slowly, filling you completely. Your arms wrap around his back, nails digging in as he begins to thrust.

“I missed having sex with you,” you whisper between moans.

He kisses you, swallowing your sounds, then moves to nibble at your neck and shoulder. You moan louder, hips rising to meet each thrust. Teddy lifts his body, gripping your thighs as he drives deeper. He watches your tits bounce with every movement, his eyes dark with desire.

“You’re so pretty when you moan,” he breathes.

But then he groans, pain flashing across his face. He clutches his abdomen and collapses forward onto you.

“Teddy!” You sit up, helping him upright. “Are you alright?”

He holds his stomach, breathing hard. “No, I’m fine. Just… my gut.”

“You should rest,” you say gently. He nods, but before you can move he leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking softly. You gasp, hugging his head to your chest as his tongue swirls around the sensitive peak. His fingers slide between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing in slow circles while he continues to suck.

You moan loudly, hips bucking against his hand. “Teddy, you should rest—”

Your words cut off as pleasure crashes over you. You squirt hard, soaking his sheets, your body shaking with the force of it. Teddy holds you through it, kissing your trembling skin.

When you finally catch your breath, you sit up and begin dressing. “I’m sorry I got your bed wet.”

“It’s fine,” he murmurs, voice hoarse.

“I should get back to the throne,” you say, leaning down to hug him. “Rest, Teddy. Your gut isn’t fine.”

He leans back against the pillows, breathing deeply as you slip out the door. The corridor feels colder without him, but the memory of his touch lingers on your skin like a promise.

Back on the throne, the rabbit hops into your lap once more. You stroke its soft fur, mind drifting to the eastern tower and the man resting there. The castle feels different now—lighter when prince tristan was gone, somehow. Your parents’ apologies still echo in your ears, and the future stretches ahead, uncertain but no longer suffocating.

You close your eyes, the ghost of Teddy’s kisses still warm on your lips, and allow yourself, for the first time in weeks, to hope. You sit on the throne, the heavy crown of responsibility settling on your shoulders like a familiar weight.

The grand hall feels vast and quiet, the red carpet stretching before you like a river of blood. Your fingers drum against the armrest as you wait, the rabbit curled peacefully in your lap. When the great doors finally open and your parents step through, you can’t contain yourself. You leap from the throne, the rabbit tumbling safely to the cushions, and run straight into their arms.

Your father catches you first, his strong hands steady on your shoulders. “You should rest now, Reader,” he says gently, his voice carrying the warmth that had been missing for so long.

You nod against his chest. “Yes, Pappa.”

You gather the rabbit into your arms and walk away from the throne room, your footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. The castle feels different now—lighter, somehow, as if the weight of your parents’ apologies has lifted some invisible burden from the stones themselves.

Forty minutes later, you push open the door to your chambers and set the rabbit down on its favorite cushion. It hops away immediately, exploring the familiar space with renewed energy. You’re about to follow it when a sound catches your attention—a low, rhythmic noise that seems to come from somewhere nearby. It’s distracting, pulling at your curiosity like a thread you can’t ignore.

You walk toward the sound, your bare feet silent on the cold stone. The noise grows louder as you approach a door you hadn’t noticed before—a small service entrance that leads to a guest wing. The door is slightly ajar, and through the crack, you can hear the unmistakable sounds of passion: heavy breathing, the wet slap of skin against skin, and a woman’s voice moaning in pleasure.

Your heart pounds as you peek through the opening. What you see makes your blood run cold.

Prince Tristan is there, completely naked, his body moving with aggressive thrusts. Beneath him, a noblewoman you vaguely recognize from court writhes and moans, her large breasts bouncing with each powerful stroke. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she cries out his name. Tristan’s face is flushed with exertion and pleasure, his hips snapping forward with brutal force.

“Why is Prince Tristan here?” you think, your mind reeling. “I thought he was at his own castle.”

The noblewoman’s moans grow louder, her body arching as Tristan pounds into her. She’s clearly enjoying every moment, her face contorted in ecstasy. Tristan grunts with satisfaction, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

The door creaks wider under your trembling hand, and suddenly both of them freeze. Tristan’s head snaps toward you, his eyes widening in shock and then narrowing with anger.

“Reader,” he says, his voice cold.

The noblewoman looks terrified, scrambling to cover herself with the sheets. You gasp, your hand flying to your mouth as you stumble backward. Without thinking, you turn and run, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“Reader, get back here!” Tristan’s voice follows you down the corridor, thick with fury.

The next morning, the throne room feels like a battlefield. Tristan kneels before your parents, his head bowed in false humility. Agi and Niang stand guard on either side, their spears held at the ready. You clutch your father’s hand, tears streaming down your face as you recount what you witnessed.

“Pappa, I saw him having sex with that noblewoman,” you sob, your voice breaking.

Your father’s face darkens with rage. “Tristan, when did you do this?”

“Since Reader was grounded, Your Highness,” Tristan admits, his voice steady but his eyes calculating.

“What a mistake this has made to my daughter. I trusted you. I welcomed you into our home. Why did you do this to my daughter?”

“Your Highness, I can explain—”

You can’t hold back any longer. “EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” you scream, your voice echoing through the hall. “I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR EXPLANATION NOW! GET OUT! That means you didn’t leave this place when I was grounded. You think I’m waiting for you? For what you did to Teddy? His gut was hurt—he cannot move! You didn’t even feel sorry for him! You used to abuse him out of jealousy! How monstrous you are, and you call yourself a prince!”

Tristan rises slowly, his mask of civility cracking. He steps toward you, his hand shooting out to grip your chin painfully. “If you shut up—shut up. Look, Your Highness, she’s lying. She wants me to get out of here.”

He draws a small dagger from his belt, pressing it against your throat. You scream, tears flowing freely as Agi and Niang immediately level their spears at him.

“Your Highness, you know how much I love your princess. I treated her well. That’s why I love her.”

Your father’s voice cuts through the tension like a blade. “That’s enough, Tristan. You’re hurting my daughter.”

Tristan’s grip tightens, his fingers wrapping around your throat. You choke and cry, your vision blurring as Agi and Niang keep their weapons trained on him.

“THAT’S ENOUGH, TRISTAN!” your father roars.

Tristan shoves you violently. You stumble and fall, pain shooting through your hip as you hit the stone floor. He raises his arm as if to strike you, but Agi and Niang are there in an instant, helping you to your feet. Your mother rushes forward and pulls you into a protective embrace.

You cry loudly against her shoulder. “Mamma, I’m scared.”

Your father’s voice is ice. “I will separate you from my daughter. If that’s how it is, you’re just hurting her.”

“He also assaulted me, Pappa” you whisper, your voice hoarse.

Your father doesn’t hesitate. He punches Tristan square in the face, the crack of bone against bone echoing through the hall. Blood sprays from Tristan’s nose as your father kicks him hard in the gut, sending him sprawling.

“I don’t need you anymore. Now get out of this castle.”

Tristan laughs, the sound bitter and broken. “Your Highness, I thought we were—”

“GET OUT NOW OR ELSE I’LL CELL YOU!” your father shouts. “Guards, get him out!”

Agi and Niang grab Tristan’s arms, but he shakes them off. “I’ll do it myself.” He storms out, his footsteps echoing with rage.

Your father turns to you and your mother. “You should get her to bed. Let her rest and relax.”

Your mother helps you stand, supporting your weight as you limp from the throne room.

In your chambers, you lie on the bed while your mother tucks the blankets around you. “You should rest now, Reader,” she says, kissing your forehead.

“Where’s the rabbit, Mamma?”

“It’s sleeping on the floor.”

“Mamma, can you please put the rabbit in the crib?”

“Sure.” She gently lifts the small creature and places it in its bed. The rabbit settles immediately, its breathing slow and peaceful.

Your father enters quietly. “You should rest too,” he tells his wife, kissing her cheek. She nods and leaves, closing the door behind her.

Your father sits beside your bed.

“Are you going to scold me?” you ask, your voice small.

He shakes his head. “No. You’re my only daughter. Didn’t I promise you that I wouldn’t scold you anymore?”

You nod, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Pappa?”

“Yes?”

“I want to say something.”

“Talk now.”

“I don’t like Tristan anymore.”

“I know, Reader.”

“Pappa, I have someone who cares for me. Loves me. Takes care of me.”

“Who?”

“He’s just a knight.”

“Theodore Knight?”

“It’s Teddy, Pappa.”

“You love him? He assaulted you.”

“No, Pappa. Tristan was lying. We’re doing loving each other. He takes care of me. He always comes to me when I’m crying and sad.”

“You’re sure about that?”

You sit up and hug him tightly. “Papa, please. I need him. Please allow him to stay in this castle. Please.”

Your father exhales slowly, his hand gentle on your back. “Fine. For my daughter.”

You hug him tighter. “Thank you, Pappa.”

“You should sleep now.” He kisses your forehead and stands. “Rest well.”

He leaves, the door closing softly behind him.

Meanwhile, in the eastern tower, Teddy lies on his narrow bed, staring at the ceiling. The bruises on his body have faded to yellow and green, but the ache in his gut remains—a constant reminder of Tristan’s cruelty. His mind drifts to you, the way your eyes light up when you see him, the soft sound of your voice when you whisper his name.

He thinks about the night you came to him, the way you trembled in his arms, the taste of your tears on his lips. He remembers the way you moaned when he touched you, the way your body arched beneath his. The memory of your skin against his, the way you whispered “I miss having sex with you” in that breathless voice—it haunts him in the quiet hours.

Teddy’s hand drifts to his stomach, pressing against the tender spot where Tristan’s boot had connected. The pain flares, but it’s nothing compared to the ache in his chest when he thinks about you being alone with that monster. He wants to protect you, to hold you, to make sure no one ever hurts you again.

He closes his eyes and imagines your face—the way you blush when he looks at you, the way your lips part when he kisses you, the way you cling to him when pleasure overtakes you. He can almost feel your warmth, the way your pussy clenches around him when you cum, the way you squirt and shake and moan his name.

“Reader,” he whispers into the darkness, his voice thick with longing. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

He rolls onto his side, wincing at the pain in his gut, and pulls the thin blanket over his shoulders. Sleep comes slowly, filled with dreams of you—of your smile, your touch, your love. And in those dreams, you’re safe. You’re his. And nothing can ever take you away from him again. The night hung heavy over the castle, thick with the scent of rain and the distant rumble of thunder. Teddy lay on his narrow cot in the knights’ quarters, staring at the rough-hewn beams above him. His mind refused to quiet. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your face—terrified, pleading, calling his name in the dark. The bruises Tristan had left on him still ached, but the pain in his chest was far worse.

“What if I go to her?” he whispered to the empty room. The thought clawed at him, relentless. He couldn’t leave you unprotected, not after everything. Not after the way Tristan had already hurt you.

Teddy sat up slowly, wincing as the movement pulled at his battered ribs. He reached for the dark cloak you had given him—the one you’d pressed into his hands with trembling fingers and whispered words of love. The fabric still carried the faint scent of your perfume. He wrapped it around his shoulders, the weight of it grounding him.

He stood, his movements quiet but determined. The door creaked open, and Agi and Niang appeared in the hallway, their eyes wide with alarm.

“Where are you going?” Agi demanded, his voice low.

Teddy met their gazes steadily. “I go to her.”

Niang stepped forward, panic flickering across his face. “Are you out of your mind? What if you get caught? The king will have your head!”

Teddy’s jaw tightened. “I don’t care. I’ll go to her. And don’t follow me. Don’t meddle again. Understand?”

Agi and Niang exchanged a glance, then nodded reluctantly. Teddy turned and slipped into the shadows of the corridor, his footsteps silent against the cold stone.

You lay in your bed, the silk sheets tangled around your legs. Your breathing was slow and heavy, your body finally surrendering to exhaustion after the day’s horrors. The rabbit slept peacefully in its crib nearby, its tiny chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours.

But you weren’t alone.

From the darkest corner of your chamber, Prince Tristan watched you. His eyes gleamed with something twisted—possession, obsession, hunger. He stepped forward slowly, his boots soundless on the carpet. The moonlight caught the edge of the dagger in his hand.

He approached the bed and reached out, his fingers brushing against your bare leg. The touch was feather-light, almost reverent, but it made your skin crawl even in sleep. You moaned softly, shifting onto your side, but didn’t wake.

Tristan’s hand traveled higher, smoothing over your thigh, pushing the hem of your nightdress upward. The fabric whispered against your skin as he exposed more of you. His breath quickened when he saw your underwear, the delicate lace barely covering what he wanted.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband, ready to tear it away.

Your eyes flew open.

You gasped, your body jolting upright as you registered the figure looming over you. Tristan. Your heart slammed against your ribs. A scream tore from your throat, raw and terrified.

Tristan’s hand clamped over your mouth instantly, his other hand pressing the dagger to your throat. “Quiet,” he hissed, his voice venomous. “Or else I kill you and your parents too.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks. You tried to push him away, your hands clawing at his wrist, but he was too strong. Your muffled cries vibrated against his palm.

“Stay quiet,” he ordered, his eyes wild. With a swift motion, he sliced through your nightdress with the dagger, the fabric parting like paper. The cool air hit your bare skin as the ruined garment fell away, leaving you naked and vulnerable.

“Stop it,” you sobbed, your voice breaking. “Please—”

Tristan leaned down and kissed you hard, his mouth bruising against yours. “You’re my wife, you know,” he murmured against your lips, his tone mocking. “You belong to me.”

You tried to cover yourself with trembling hands, but he grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head. His grip was iron, his body pressing down on yours. You thrashed beneath him, tears streaming down your face.

“Please help me,” you whispered, your voice hoarse with terror.

Tristan’s mouth moved to your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. Then he lowered his head to your breasts, his tongue circling one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut, your body shaking with revulsion and fear.

Suddenly, Tristan froze. A sharp, cold sensation pressed against his back—a blade.

He turned his head slowly.

Teddy stood there, his sword pointed directly at Tristan’s spine. The cloak you’d given him billowed slightly from his movement, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Let go of her,” Teddy said, his voice low and dangerous.

“Teddy!” you cried, relief flooding through you.

Tristan released you and stood up, raising both hands in mock surrender. “Oh, you’re back. How touching.”

Teddy’s sword didn’t waver. “Shut up.”

Tristan’s eyes flicked to the dagger on the bed. In one swift motion, he grabbed it. You scrambled backward, pulling the torn sheets around your naked body, your breath coming in panicked gasps.

The two men circled each other, the air crackling with tension. Then Tristan lunged. Teddy dodged, his sword clashing against Tristan’s dagger in a shower of sparks. The fight was brutal—fists, blades, grunts of effort. Teddy landed a solid punch to Tristan’s jaw, sending the prince stumbling to the floor.

Tristan reached for his fallen dagger, but Teddy kicked it away. The blade skittered across the stone. Teddy pressed his sword to Tristan’s throat, his chest heaving.

The door burst open. Agi and Niang rushed in, their eyes widening at the scene.

“I told you both not to follow me,” Teddy growled, not taking his eyes off Tristan.

You clutched the sheets tighter around yourself. “Agi! Niang!”

The two guards hurried to your side, helping you cover up with a blanket. “We’re sorry,” Agi said, his voice shaking. “We’ll tell the king and queen what happened.”

Before you could respond, your parents appeared in the doorway, their faces pale with shock and fury.

Your father’s voice boomed through the chamber. “THAT’S ENOUGH, YOU TWO!”

Tristan smirked from the floor. “Your Highness, I was merely—”

“Tristan, you’re not going back to your castle. I’ve told you many times.” Your father’s gaze shifted to Teddy. “And you, Theodore—I thought you weren’t coming back.”

Teddy dropped to one knee, his head bowed. “I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

You pushed forward, tears streaming down your face. “Pappa, wait! It’s not Teddy’s fault—it’s Tristan! He assaulted me again! I was sleeping, and he—” Your voice broke. “He meddled with me.”

Your mother rushed to your side, pulling you into a protective embrace. You sobbed against her shoulder, your body trembling.

Your father’s face darkened with rage. “Alright, that’s enough. You two—Theodore and Tristan—I’ll make you fight if you don’t stop. Tristan, I’m telling your parents you’re going to fight. And Theodore—you’re going to agree to it. I know you’re a knight and you understand combat. And here’s the thing: whoever loses… this is a fight to the death. That’s exactly why you two never settle this.”

Teddy looked up, his eyes steady. “Deal.”

Tristan laughed, the sound cold and cruel. “Deal. I’ll kill this bastard to stop him from meddling in my life with Reader.”

You gasped, your blood running cold. “This is cruelty! Pappa, stop—why did you do this? Why did you challenge them?”

Your father’s expression was hard. “To teach them a lesson.”

He turned and left the room, your mother following after giving you one last squeeze. The door closed behind them, leaving you alone with the two men and the guards.

Tristan stood up, brushing dust from his clothes. “We’re having a fight tomorrow,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. He leaned close to Teddy. “I hope you lose. Then she’ll be mine.”

You rushed forward and threw your arms around Teddy, the blanket slipping slightly to reveal your bare shoulder. “Thank you for saving me,” you whispered against his chest.

Teddy’s arms came around you carefully, his touch gentle despite the violence still humming in his veins. He smiled faintly. “No, it’s fine.” His eyes dropped to your exposed skin, and he looked away quickly. “You should cover yourself.”

Agi and Niang exchanged worried glances. “God, Teddy,” Niang said. “I hope you win. This is going to be brutality.”

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. “Oh, sorry.”

Teddy turned to the guards. “We’re leaving now, Agi, Niang.”

They nodded and headed for the door. You called out, “Wait!”

Teddy stopped, but not looking back at you. “What?”

You stepped closer, your voice soft but fierce. “I hope you win. I know your fighting skills—I’ve watched you practicing your sword. Good luck in your fight.”

Teddy’s smirk was small but genuine. He turned fully to face you, his hand cupping your cheek. Then he leaned in and kissed you—deep, lingering, full of promise. “I will,” he murmured against your lips.

He pulled away, his cloak swirling as he followed Agi and Niang out the door. The room fell silent except for the sound of your breathing and the distant rumble of thunder.

You sank onto the edge of your bed, the blanket still clutched around your naked body. Your heart raced, your mind spinning with fear and hope. Tomorrow, everything would change. Teddy would fight for you—for your freedom, for your love. And you could only pray that he would win.

The rabbit stirred in its crib, letting out a soft sigh. You reached out and stroked its fur, drawing comfort from its warmth. “We’ll be okay,” you whispered, though you weren’t sure if you believed it. “Teddy will come back to me. He has to.”

The morning sun bled through the high windows of the castle, casting long, blood-red streaks across the stone floors. The air was thick with tension, the kind that settled in bones and made every breath feel heavy. Tomorrow had come too quickly, and now the moment hung like a blade above every head.

In the prince’s private armory, Tristan stood before a full-length mirror, admiring the way his custom fighting suit clung to his frame. It was no ordinary knight’s armor—gold filigree traced every seam, the deep crimson fabric beneath shimmering like fresh blood. A heavy velvet cape, lined with ermine, draped from his shoulders, fastened with a jeweled clasp that caught the light with every movement. He looked every inch the royal he was, and he reveled in it.

His most prized possession rested on the table before him a sword forged in the southern forges, its blade etched with runes that whispered of power and death. The hilt was encrusted with rubies, the metal so finely balanced that it felt alive in his grip. He lifted it, testing its weight, and the air seemed to hum as he swung it in a slow, deliberate arc. The edge caught the light, razor-sharp and merciless.

A sharp knock echoed through the chamber.

“Come in,” Tristan called, his voice dripping with arrogance.

The door creaked open, and his mother stepped inside, her face pale and drawn. Her eyes darted to the sword, then to her son’s face, searching for any sign of doubt.

“Tristan,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “Are you sure about this? This fight—it’s dangerous. I’m terrified you might lose.”

Tristan laughed, the sound cold and mocking. He turned to face her, his eyes glittering with contempt. “You think I’m weak? A coward? I can handle this. I’ll make her mine, and I’ll kill that bastard for meddling with Reader. He’ll regret ever laying a hand on what’s mine.”

His mother’s lips quivered, but she said nothing more. She knew better than to argue when his mind was set.

Meanwhile, in the knights’ quarters, Teddy stood alone, his fingers tracing the edge of his old helmet. The metal was dented and scarred from countless battles, but it still held the faint scent of oil and sweat. He wore his knight’s suit, the dark fabric plain but sturdy, with a simple cloak fastened at one shoulder—your gift, transformed into something almost regal. He stared at the helmet for a long moment, lost in thought.

The door opened, and you entered with Agi and Niang close behind. Your heart ached at the sight of him, so still and silent.

“Teddy,” you said softly, stepping closer. “What’s wrong?”

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours, but he shook his head. “Nothing.”

You reached out, your hand brushing his arm. “I know you’re going to win this. You’re stronger than him—I’ve seen your fighting skills. You’re going to make him pay for what he did to you.”

Agi nodded, his voice steady. “Yes, you’re strong. We all know it.”

Niang added, “You’re going to get revenge for everything he’s done.”

Teddy’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “I know you do. Don’t let the pressure get to you. Just… be careful.”

Teddy took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He stood, slipping the helmet over his head, the metal settling into place with a soft click. He picked up his swords—old, but still sharp, the blades worn from years of use but deadly in his hands.

“I gotta go,” he said, his voice muffled by the helmet.

“Wait,” you called, your hand reaching for him.

He paused, turning back. “What?”

You touched your stomach, your fingers trembling. “I want to say something. I’m pregnant.”

Teddy’s eyes widened behind the visor, his body going rigid. For a moment, he seemed frozen, the words hanging in the air between you. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away, his cloak swirling behind him.

You rushed forward, wrapping your arms around him from behind, your cheek pressed against the cool metal of his armor. “Good luck, Teddy,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Come back to me.”

He didn’t respond, but his hand reached back, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment before he pulled away and disappeared down the corridor.

You stood there, watching him go, your heart pounding in your chest. The weight of your secret pressed down on you, but you knew he would fight—not just for himself, but for you and the life growing inside you. And as the door closed behind him, you whispered a silent prayer, hoping that love and strength would be enough to bring him back.

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃

{for you!} ☆彡

GN Reader x Teddy Knight

Requested by a friend!

Notes/ warnings: Fluff, likely ooc (tried my best), pet names such as ‘love’ and ‘darling’, idk if there are any others, little proof reading!

Word count: 929

Teddy had been your boyfriend for a few months, and the both of you knew when he was away for games… you missed him. Dearly. This simple problem had a simple solution, one you saw on social media; getting a stuffy that reminded you of him! It had been a little while since you’d last had a date, so why not make this into one?