"I don't cost nothing to friends of Thoros and the lightning lord."
"No, I said." Gendry rose abruptly and stalked away from the table out into the night.
Bella turned to Arya. "Don't he like girls?"
Arya shrugged. "He's just stupid.”
I commissioned @circuslollipop to draw Bella Rivers!!
Warnings: fluff, injuries, implied smut, the reader is obsessed with Lloyd's peach
@buckys-wintersoldier I did it...🍑
🍑 A peach. A perfectly formed, firm, and juicy peach.
How dare he show off his perfect peach and expect you not to give in to your needs.
Lloyd is currently waltzing around the kitchen in nothing but his too-tight boxers. He sticks his perfect peach out, presenting it on a silver plate for you.
“Hmm…where is the Black Ivory coffee, cupcake?” He grumbles while opening one of the cupboards. “I know we had some left.”
You’re staring at his ass, licking your lips while Lloyd keeps on talking about his expensive coffee roast.
Your hands itch to touch and grope his perfect peach. It’s impossible to resist. You sneak toward Lloyd, hands reaching out to grope him but then, you lift your hand to slap his right cheek.
“What the—” He yelps, dropping the cup in his hand. It shatters into pieces, but he doesn’t care. Lloyd looks over his shoulder, one eyebrow cocked. “Uh-what was that, cupcake? What has gotten into you?”
You giggle and point at his cheeks. “I only wanted to test the peach. It looked firm and juicy, but I had to be sure, Lloyd.” Smiling sweetly, you look at Lloyd. “It’s a nice peach.”
His eyes roam your body. He hums and licks his lips, considering your words. Lloyd wrinkles his forehead for a second, debating whether to punish you for your cockiness or not.
Instead of spanking your ass, he grins and decides to show off his ass more often. If his peach can bring out the naughty side you’re hiding so well, he’ll do anything to tempt you more often.
Two hours later you walk in on Lloyd zipping his pants up. Very tight white pants. He bends down to pick his belt up from the ground, sticking his peach out once again.
“Fuck,” you whine, feeling the itch return. Your hands move on their own. Before you can stop yourself, you slap both cheeks with your hands, earning a yelp.
“CUPCAKE!”
This time Lloyd turns around to yell at you. He raises his index finger, nostrils flaring until he hears your soft giggles and the genuine smile on your kissable lips. “Cupcake, I start believing you’re doing this on purpose.”
“I only wanted to grab your peach again,” you giggle and shift from one foot to the other. Lloyd’s ass is just too good to ignore. “I like touching it.”
“You’re a bad girl,” he purrs and grabs your face with both hands. Lloyd kisses you greedily, moaning into your mouth. “Next time, I’ll restrain you to our bed.
You pant heavily when he stops kissing you. Puckering your lips you look up at Lloyd.
“Promised?”
“You little peach slapper,” he growls and walks you toward the bed. “I’ll show you what happens to naughty girls.”
You eagerly wrap your arms around his neck. Giggling and laughing because you feel Lloyd’s erection press against your thigh. “Let me make it up to you, Lloyd.”
“Oh, you will make it up to me,” he grins. “All night long, peach grabber…”
“Baby, you’re back!” You chirp watching Lloyd walk inside your shared home. He limps a little and you wonder what happened. Lloyd never talks about his job and you stopped asking questions a long time ago. “What happened?”
You follow Lloyd hot on his heels. He stops in his tracks, causing you to almost bump into his back. You smirk and lift your hand to slap his cheek.
“I got shot in the ass, cupcake,” he curses. You stop your hand midair, whimpering. Your hand trembles because the need to slap Lloyd’s ass is so strong.
“Let me get you some ice,” you babble because you don’t know if Lloyd got hurt badly. “How bad is it?”
“I’ll live,” he grumbles and walks away. Lloyd’s mood is the worst when he stops in his tracks and turns around. His expression is unreadable as he looks at you.
“Do you need painkillers? Maybe a fluffy pillow?” You ask, worried about his well-being. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
Lloyd furrows his brows. How can he tell you that he’s not mad because he got shot in the ass? He simply loves when you slap his ass, and hear your soft giggles. Lloyd loves to see the joy when you succeed.
“Your peach didn’t get damaged forever, right?” You wring your hands. “Lloyd?”
“I got tranquilized in the butt,” he huffs. “It hurts but won’t leave permanent damage. My peach will be fine.”
Lloyd turns back around to walk toward the bathroom. He wants a shower, and to sleep this shitty day off. While he slowly limps upstairs, you silently follow him. He huffs while walking inside the bedroom.
“Do you need my help?” You softly say when he starts to strip his clothes off. Lloyd shakes his head but hisses when he shoves his pants and underwear down his legs, stepping out of them.
You gasp seeing his cheek swollen and reddened. “How dare someone shoot your perfect peach.”
“They have no shame, cupcake,” he grunts and walks inside the bathroom. Lloyd stands under the spray, waiting for the warm water to soothe the pain in his ass.
You hastily undress to help Lloyd. You grab your soft sponge and step under the spray. “Let me help you,” you softly say while moving your sponge over his back. “I’ll make it all better.”
“Cupcake,” he murmurs feeling your hand gently run over his cheek. “You’ve got healing hands.” You giggle at his words. “If my ass is better, it’s waiting for you to slap it again…”
