𝐈 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈𝐈 teddy knight x reader
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: MINORS DNI!! teddy as a knight and reader as a princess, middle age era,smut sometimes fluff, you inlove to the knight, agi and niang appearance, reader getting assault the prince, teddy getting abused
𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: my bad, i make it so fast the writing cuz i make it short the parts, we're all hating to prince tristan, he's a bitch and liar
The morning sun filtered through the silk curtains of your chamber, casting golden patterns across the stone floor. You stood on the balcony overlooking the castle gardens, your wedding dress replaced by a simple silk robe that fluttered in the morning breeze. The weight of yesterday's ceremony still pressed heavily on your shoulders.
Footsteps approached from the garden path below. Your heart skipped when you recognized the familiar figure climbing the stone steps to the balcony. Teddy's youthful face appeared, his soft features etched with concern.
"Teddy," you whispered, your eyes widening with surprise and longing.
Without thinking, you reached out across the balcony railing, your arms wrapping around his neck in a desperate embrace. He remained on the outside, his hands gripping the stone balustrade as he held you close.
"Are you feeling alright now?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You tilted your head down, unable to meet his gaze. The sadness in your expression made his heart ache.
Teddy's hands cupped your cheeks gently, lifting your face to meet his eyes. "I know this is your first time being married. Look, I'm okay. Really."
"No," you sobbed, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. "I can't take this. I love you, Teddy. I can't pretend otherwise."
"Look at me," he said, his thumbs brushing away your tears. "I'm just a knight. You can't marry me. Your father would be furious—he'd have me executed for even thinking such thoughts."
"I don't care," you cried, your fingers clutching his tunic. "I'd rather die than live without you."
Before Teddy could respond, Prince Tristan's voice echoed from the doorway. "Reader, let's go eat. Please come."
You clicked your tongue in disgust at the sound of his voice, deliberately ignoring him. Tristan's hand found your shoulder, his grip firm.
"Don't hold me," you snapped, shrugging off his touch.
You walked away first, your footsteps echoing on the stone. Tristan glanced at Teddy, who bowed respectfully. Tristan merely clicked his tongue and followed you inside.
At the dining table, you pushed food around your plate, your appetite nonexistent. The clinking of silverware seemed deafening in the tense silence.
"So, how are you two feeling today?" your mother asked, her voice carefully cheerful.
You remained silent, staring at your untouched plate.
"It's fine," Prince Tristan answered smoothly. "We're adjusting."
"Good," your mother nodded approvingly.
"Tristan, you should take care of Reader," your father instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"I understand, Your Highness," Tristan replied with a respectful bow of his head.
"Hmph," you muttered, turning your face away from everyone.
"Oh, Tristan," your mother said brightly, "I think you should take her out today. Fresh air might help."
"That's a great idea," your father agreed.
After dinner, you retreated to your chambers, collapsing onto the bed. Tristan settled beside you, his eyes roaming over your body with a hungry, seductive gaze. His hand brushed along your leg, fingers squeezing your ass possessively.
He leaned down, pressing kisses to your neck. You jolted awake, pushing him away with both hands.
"What? We're married," Tristan protested. "I'm trying to sleep with my wife."
"Then go to sleep," you said coldly, turning your back to him.
Tristan had no choice but to comply, lying stiffly beside you as the night stretched on.
The afternoon sun warmed your face as you stood in the stables, your hands resting on the horse's muzzle. Tristan approached from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist to lift you onto the saddle.
"I can do it myself," you said firmly, pushing his hands away.
You mounted the horse with practiced grace, settling into the saddle. The horse began to walk, Tristan leading it by the reins.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked hopefully.
You ignored him completely.
"Well, okay," he sighed. "I guess you're alright then."
After returning the horse to its stall, you slipped away from Tristan's watchful eye. you returned to the stables and dismounted, you heard the distinctive sound of metal on metal coming from the training grounds. Curiosity pulled you toward the door. You peeked inside and saw Teddy practicing with his sword, his movements precise and powerful.
"Reader, go inside," Tristan's voice called from behind you.
your tounge clicked and said "Later"
The training room smelled of sweat and old wood, the afternoon light slanting through the high windows and catching on the dust motes in the air. You sat on the narrow wooden bench, heart hammering as Teddy approached, sword still in hand. He let the blade clatter to the floor and crouched in front of you, eyes searching your face.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, voice low.
"You're amazing," you whispered. "You can fight so well."
"Totally," he answered with a shy grin.
You reached for him even while seated, arms wrapping around his waist. Teddy bent down, lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss. The moment his mouth touched yours, everything else—the castle, the forced marriage, the prince—vanished. Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging him closer. He lifted you slightly, one strong hand gripping your thigh, adjusting his stance so he could press between your legs.
The kiss deepened, wet and messy. When you finally broke apart, a thin string of saliva connected your mouths. "Teddy, I want you so bad," you breathed.
"Me too," he groaned, already pushing your dress up. His fingers hooked into your underwear and dragged it down your thighs. Cool air hit your bare pussy, making you shiver. He paused, eyes dark with worry. "Are you sure? What if your husband catches us?"
You answered by yanking him into another kiss. "No, I don't care."
Teddy dropped to his knees between your spread legs. His tongue dragged a slow, hot stripe up your slit, tasting how wet you already were. You gasped, thighs trembling as he licked again, firmer this time, circling your clit before sucking it between his lips. Two fingers slid inside you, curling against that spot that made your back arch. He ate you like a man starved, tongue flicking and lapping while his fingers pumped steadily. Your moans echoed off the stone walls.
"Teddy—right there," you panted, hips rolling against his face. He groaned into your pussy, the vibration making your toes curl. Your juices coated his chin, but he didn't stop until your thighs clamped around his head and you came with a broken cry, pussy pulsing around his fingers.
He stood quickly, unfastening his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed. You leaned forward without hesitation, taking him into your mouth. The taste of him—salt and skin—made you moan around his length. Teddy's hand cupped the back of your head as you sucked, tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper. Spit dripped down your chin as you bobbed, hollowing your cheeks. He thrust gently into your mouth, careful not to choke you, but his breathing grew ragged.
"Enough," he rasped, pulling out. "I need to be inside you."
He lifted you onto the bench, spreading your legs wide. The head of his cock nudged your entrance, then pushed in with one smooth thrust. You both moaned at the stretch. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close as he started to move. Each thrust rocked the bench beneath you. Your dress bunched around your waist, tits spilling free from the low neckline. Teddy latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while he fucked you.
"Harder," you begged, legs locking around his waist. He obliged, hips snapping faster, the wet sound of your bodies filling the room. Your pussy clenched around him with every thrust, slick dripping down your ass onto the wood. Teddy's hand slid between you, thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles.
"Come for me again," he whispered against your neck. "Let me feel it."
You shattered with a loud moan, pussy fluttering around his cock. The orgasm hit so hard your vision whited out. Teddy kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release. When he was close, he pulled out, stroking himself twice before painting your stomach and dress with thick ropes of cum. You watched, dazed, as he marked you.
Afterward, you dressed quickly, your legs still trembling. "I have to go inside. My parents will find me."
Teddy nodded, his expression soft with affection. You kissed him one last time before slipping out of the training room.
As you entered the castle, Tristan's voice stopped you. "Why were you outside so long? Just feeding the horses?"
You ignored him, walking past without acknowledgment.
Tristan grabbed your arm, pulling you back. "I was talking to you. Don't be rude."
"Get off me," you said, trying to pull away. "I don't care about you."
"I'm not done with you," he growled.
"I don't like you. Now get off me," you repeated.
Tristan's hand connected with your cheek in a sharp slap. You hit the floor, tears springing to your eyes. "I'm sorry," he said immediately. "I didn't mean—"
You scrambled to your feet and ran, still tears down your face. Tristan called after you, but you didn't stop until you reached your parents' chambers.
"What's wrong?" your mother asked, alarmed by your tears.
You sobbed uncontrollably, unable to form words.
Tristan burst in behind you. "Look, I can explain—"
"You hurt my daughter," your father accused, his voice dangerous.
"I'm sorry," Tristan said, approaching you with outstretched hands. He wiped your tears gently, but you turned away from his touch.
You left the room without another word, retreating to your chambers. There, you curled up on your bed, clutching the pillows . "I hate him so much," you whispered into the soft fur. "Why is this happening? I married that prince, but my heart belongs to someone else."
The tears continued to fall as you held the pillows tighter, wishing it was teddy arms around you instead of the cold, empty castle walls.
The tears wouldn't stop flowing as you clutched your pillow tighter, your body shaking with each broken sob. The weight of everything—your forced marriage, Tristan's slap, the constant ache of loving someone you could never have—pressed down until you could barely breathe.
The teddy bear get moving but teddy knight was one controlling the bear on his hand, its soft limbs shifting with an unnatural life. A small, playful sound effect followed—almost like a cartoonish squeak. Your crying faltered. You stared down at the toy, watching it wiggle again, and despite everything, a shaky laugh escaped your throat.
"I know it's you, Teddy," you whispered, voice hoarse.
The bed skirt lifted. Teddy crawled out from underneath, his youthful face soft with concern, his knight's tunic slightly rumpled. He rose to his full height and held out the bear.
"I wanted to calm you," he said quietly.
You caught the toy, but your expression remained heavy. Teddy cupped your cheeks with both hands, thumbs brushing away fresh tears.
"What's happened?" he asked.
"He hurt me," you said, voice cracking.
Teddy's jaw tightened, but his touch stayed gentle. "Don't cry. I'm here now."
You looked into his eyes, and the dam broke. You leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed you back with the same desperate hunger, his hands sliding down to your waist. He pushed you carefully onto the bed, crawling over you, never breaking the kiss until he pulled back to breathe.
Teddy stood and began removing his knight's armor piece by piece—breastplate, gauntlets, tunic—until his lean, muscled torso was bare. He returned to you, kissing you again as his fingers found the laces of your dress. The fabric slipped down your shoulders, exposing skin that he traced with his mouth. You moaned when his hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing your pussy through your underwear with heavy, deliberate strokes.
He tugged the underwear down and off, then slid two fingers inside you while his tongue claimed your mouth. You gasped against his lips. He broke the kiss only to lower his head, sucking one nipple into his mouth, licking and biting gently until you arched beneath him.
The position shifted. Teddy lay back on the bed, pulling you on top of him but reversed—your dripping pussy hovering above his face while his hard cock bobbed near your lips. He licked first, dragging his tongue slowly over your folds. You moaned loudly, the sound muffled when you took his cock into your mouth. He licked deeper, tongue circling your clit, and you sucked harder, saliva dripping down his shaft.
Teddy pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it. Your thighs trembled. You sucked his cock faster, moaning around the thick length. The pleasure built until you couldn't hold back—you squirted hard across his face, your juices soaking his chin and chest.
"I'm sorry," you gasped, pulling off his cock.
Teddy didn't answer with words. He came a second later, thick ropes of cum painting your face, some landing on your lips and tongue. You licked what you could reach.
He flipped you onto your back, spreading your legs wide. Missionary position. He lined his cock up and pushed inside in one slow, deep thrust. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. He started moving—long, steady strokes that made your whole body shake. The bed creaked beneath you. His hips snapped harder, each thrust bottoming out, his balls slapping against your ass. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your chest. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned your name.
He gave it to you, pounding into your soaked pussy until the wet sounds filled the room. Your walls clenched around him. He didn't stop even when you came again, your orgasm ripping through you so hard your vision blurred.
He pulled out and sat in the middle of the bed, legs spread just enough. "Come on. Hop in."
You climbed into his lap, positioning yourself above his cock. He helped guide you down. Your pussy stretched around him again as you sank onto his length. You started riding him—slow at first, then faster, your hips rolling and bouncing. Teddy's hands gripped your waist, lifting and lowering you in time with your movements. Your moans grew louder, echoing off the stone walls. He leaned forward and sucked your tits while you rode him, tongue flicking over your nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive peaks.
Tears slipped down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure and emotion. You cried out his name again and again.
Outside your door, Prince Tristan stood frozen.
He had come to apologize. His fist hovered near the wood, ready to knock. "Hey, Reader," he said through the door. "Look, I'm sorry for what I did. I lost my mind. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Inside, Teddy's mouth was still on your breast, sucking hard while you slid up and down his cock. Your moan came out loud and broken.
Tristan was still standing on the door and said "but it's ok to ignore me or hate me but i still love you i watching you, and protect you" burt he heard something weird on your room
Tristan's eyes narrowed. "Reader?"
He opened the door. His eyes went wide.
You and Teddy froze, shock flooding your faces. You scrambled to cover yourself, screaming. Teddy pulled out of you, trying to shield your body with his own.
Tristan's face twisted with rage. He lunged forward, shoving Teddy hard off the bed. "You assaulted my wife!"
"Tristan, stop!" you cried, grabbing his arm.
He ignored you, punching Teddy square in the jaw. Teddy hit the floor. You threw yourself between them, pulling at Tristan's tunic. "Stop it!"
Teddy stayed silent, blood at the corner of his mouth.
The next morning, Teddy knelt before your parents and Tristan in the throne room. His wrists were already bound behind his back. Your father sat rigid on his throne, face like stone.
"Tristan claims you assaulted my daughter last night in her chambers," the king said coldly.
"Your Theodore Knight right. You have guarded this castle for years. And now you planned to assault the princess?"
Tristan stood nearby, a goblet of wine in his hand. He stepped forward and poured the entire contents over Teddy's head. Red liquid ran down his face and bare chest. Then Tristan kicked him hard in the ribs.
You burst into the room. "Stop!"
You shoved Tristan back with all your strength, then dropped to your knees beside Teddy, helping him stand. "Are you alright?"
Your father rose. "Why are you helping him?"
"Because he didn't assault me," you said, voice shaking. "I love him. Not Tristan."
The king's face darkened. "Why is Tristan here, then?"
"You married me to Tristan for money," you spat. "How greedy are you, Papa? What kind of father are you?"
He moved faster than you expected. His hand cracked across your face. You stumbled and fell to the stone floor.
"You defend the man who assaulted you?"
"No! He didn't! I love him!" you sobbed.
The king signaled the guards. "Cell that man. Tie him so he cannot escape."
"NOOOOOOO!" you screamed as they dragged Teddy away.
Later, you stood alone on the balcony, wind tugging at your hair. Memories flashed—Teddy visiting you here, his gentle voice, his hands on your waist. Fresh tears fell.
"I'm sorry, Teddy," you whispered. "I can't fight alone."
In the cold dungeon below, Teddy stood bound by both wrists, arms stretched apart, torso bare and bruised. The ropes bit into his skin. He closed his eyes and saw your face.
"I'm sorry, Reader," he murmured. "This is my last."
The torchlight flickered across his body as the castle settled into uneasy silence, the weight of forbidden love and royal cruelty pressing down on every stone. The balcony wind tugged at your hair as you stood alone, shoulders shaking with every fresh wave of tears. The stone railing felt cold beneath your palms, grounding you in the ache that refused to fade. Memories of Teddy’s gentle hands, his soft voice, the way he’d looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered—all of it pressed against your ribs until you could barely breathe.
Footsteps echoed behind you. You didn’t turn. Tristan’s arms slid around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. “What’s wrong?” he murmured, voice low and careful.
You stiffened. His fingers traced down your shoulder, catching the edge of your dress and easing it lower. The fabric slipped, cool air brushing your skin. You shoved him hard, yanking the dress back up. Without a word you walked away, heels clicking against stone.
Tristan’s hand shot out, catching your wrist. “Don’t ignore me.”
You spun, eyes blazing. “Yes, I ignore you. You’re a liar. You made this mess. You told my father Teddy assaulted me. You lied. I had sex with him.”
Tristan’s face went slack. “What?”
“I choose him over you,” you snapped. “Yes. Because I didn’t marry a prince. He’s my first love, not you.”
“You know that’s why you’re ignoring me,” he said, voice tightening. “You chose him. How stupid are you?”
“I hope I never married you,” you shot back. “You’re boring. I don’t like princes. I don’t like you.”
The slap came fast—sharp, stinging. Your head snapped sideways. Before he could reach for you again, you ran, dress fluttering, tears blurring the corridor lights.
Tristan watched you disappear, jaw clenched, hand still raised.
In the dungeon below, Teddy sagged against the ropes binding his wrists, head drooping. Exhaustion pulled him under. Cold water crashed over him. He jerked awake, gasping, water streaming down his bare chest. Prince Tristan stood in the doorway, bucket still in hand.
“So you’re the reason my wife ignores me,” Tristan said, voice dripping contempt. “The knight who bows so respectfully.”
Teddy lifted his head, eyes dark with hatred. He said nothing.
Tristan’s fist slammed into his jaw. “Answer me.”
Teddy turned his face away. Another punch—ribs this time. Teddy coughed, blood flecking his lips. Tristan drove a fist into his gut. Teddy retched, blood splattering the stone floor. One final blow to the face sent him slumping. Tristan dropped the bucket, turned, and slammed the heavy door behind him.
You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the teddy bear Teddy had given you. Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks. The door creaked open. Tristan stepped inside, face unreadable. You looked away.
He sat beside you and reached out, patting your shoulder. You slapped his hand away and stood to leave. His fingers closed around your wrist again, yanking you back. You hit the mattress hard. He climbed over you, pinning your wrists above your head.
“Leave me alone,” you whispered, voice cracking.
“No,” he said, eyes cold. “I want to fuck you.”
You shook your head. “No.”
He leaned down, mouth hot on your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. You cried out, thrashing. “Help me!”
Tristan’s palm clamped over your mouth. With his free hand he tore at your dress, ripping fabric until you were bare beneath him. You sobbed, tears soaking his fingers. He released your mouth only to suck one nipple between his lips, tongue flicking roughly. “Finally,” he muttered against your skin, “I get to taste you without that man in the way.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, mind screaming for Teddy, wishing he would burst through the door and save you.
Far below, Teddy sat bound in the dark, head bowed. The door opened again. Two guards—Agi and Niang—stepped inside. Teddy looked up, voice hoarse. “Agi, Niang… what are you doing here?”
Agi shifted uncomfortably. “The king, queen, and princess’s husband ordered us to make sure you don’t escape. We’re guarding you.”
Teddy gave a bitter laugh. “How would I escape like this? I don’t need guards.”
Niang glanced at the bruises covering Teddy’s torso. “We heard you assaulted the princess. Is it true?”
Teddy sighed, eyes closing. “No. I didn’t. I love her. I help her when she cries. I don’t know why she hates her husband.”
Agi frowned. “Who did this to you?”
Teddy’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know.”
Niang’s voice dropped. “Was it her husband?”
Agi’s shoulders slumped. “We’re sorry. We should have protected you. We were too late.”
Teddy managed a small smirk despite the pain. “It’s not your fault. At least you both trust me.”
The guards exchanged glances, guilt heavy in the torchlight. Teddy leaned back against the cold wall, eyes drifting shut again, mind filled with your face and the desperate wish that somehow, some way, he could reach you before it was too late.
Meanwhile the heavy wooden door of your chambers slammed shut behind Tristan, leaving you alone with the echo of his footsteps fading down the corridor. Your body trembled against the silk sheets, the torn remains of your dress clinging to your skin in tatters. The mark he’d left on your neck throbbed, a burning reminder of his claim. You curled into yourself, knees drawn to your chest, tears soaking the pillow that still carried Teddy’s faint scent from nights you’d stolen together.
