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Prompt; Idea..... Lyonel being dominated and restrained until he simply can't stand it anymore and puts reader in a mating press and doesn't let up until you forget everything but how to moan.
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“Will you be compliant? I’ve only done one wrist.” You tease. Grin sharp as a knife box.
“Will you be nice?”
You smirk. Starting on the other. “No.”
He beams. It’s all kinds of filthy. “Then I should be just fine.”
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Through the dim fog skating across the crowds, his eyes can’t help but find yours. His compass point north even through all this blood, death and warring.
Even from afar he spies how they shake with barely restrained tears. Silver beading at your lash line. Your face as gaunt as he’s ever seen it. Sombre as a tombstone.
You’d leapt from your seat like a lightning bolt went through you, when Maekar brought down his horse with a spear. You’d cried out. Yelped his name across the mud like it was holy. Hands planted on the balustrade. Eyes wide.
As if you’d been wounded and not him.
His intended had stayed firmly in her seat.
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“Seven fuck me bloody.” Lyonel curses under his breath. Eyes closed. Wincing in pain. Shifting lightly on your bed.
His long suffering squire was still struggling to undo his gambeson to his chest. The bright mustard of which, was staining into a wave of warm red. Like a macabre sunset. Gold making way to blood.
A gash was also cut right down and across his knee. Matching the brutal one that tore at his shoulder from the tusks. The parting gift from a wild boar he’d set out to hunt with his party.
Only he’d quite misjudged the ferocity. The squat little beast ploughed into his horse and sent him toppling. Headfirst into a tree, and then down into the mud. Before it then decided to round and come back and have his guts for a first course - and one knee, then his arm for seconds.
They had to bury three spears in the bastards neck to take it down. And he stuck its belly with his dagger whilst the thing tried to roll on top of him. A skuffle.
But he won.
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The ship lurched and slammed down again. He barely flinched. Your breakfast threatened to make a sudden appearance. Bile building on the back of your tongue like clammy wildfire.
He’s watching you with continuing interest.
You were a Stormlander. That is no meagre title. It is a feat earned with determined grit and sheer tenacity. Born and bred. Iron spine. Sailing shipbreaker bay should have been a stroll for a girl like you. You were raised on ship and sea and storm before you could even walk or talk.
“You are not usually so unsturdy. Sweeting.” Suspicion narrowed his eyes.
You close your eyes and breathe the mineral sharp air. The fierce breeze whipped hair back off your face. Twirled it behind you. The sun spun through it.
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From the prompt; hey!! i saw this dialogue prompt under the married life sentence starters post and thought i'd submit it: "wait. are you pregnant?" i think it'd be funny if Lyonel is insistent that his Dondarrion wife is pregnant, and she just absolutely refuses the idea, only for him to end up being right.
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"We can't do this again." You plead,
“Aye. We shouldn’t.” He agrees. Pulling away with your spit stringing to his mouth.
Head dipped low. Hair draping over your shoulder as he ducks to kiss it. Nose smudged against your skin, your still sweet smelling skin. Damp hair. Now he’s got your sweat in his nose. He can’t think of anything more glorious than this.
“However, I’ve never been very good at being told not to do something.” He grins like it’s a promise.
“Fucking hells, Lyonel.” You curse. “Let this be enough.”
Never. He thinks.
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Inspired by “trust my recipe” by anon cause I love the idea and wanted to make it Stormhedge
Dunk has been Lord Lyonel’s sworn man for years despite being an omega, training his squire in Storm’s End when they aren’t off wandering the countryside. With Egg nearing adulthood and Dunk himself nearing his mid thirties, lonesomeness has made him worrisome.
Fearing a life with no family of his own he seeks out a matchmaker, hopeful someone would be willing to mate such an odd omega.
Lyonel Baratheon is not pleased when he learns the omega knight he’s been pining after for years is seeking the hand of a lesser man.
*Baelor didn’t die in the trial and all is sorta well with the Targaryens. Egg is mostly allowed to stay with Dunk.*
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dream a little dream of me by irene_addling
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
26 May 2026
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Lyonel come home to find Dunk expecting him, and fast asleep.
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27 May 2026
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This is filthy and sweet as sin and I’m so in love
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No One's Gonna Love You like Me by Smellyass67
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
31 May 2026
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two young cowboys, Duncan Pennytree and Lyonel Baratheon, who meet while working together herding sheep on Brokeback Mountain during the summer of 1963. Over time, their friendship becomes a deep and complicated romantic relationship, but fear, social expectations, and the pressures of their lives force them apart even as they continue to reunite over the years.
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A tragic love story about two cowboys
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27 May 2026
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Fucking divine 💕 I’m with this to the bitter end
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Two days into his service as Ser Lyonel's squire, Dunk gets his shit rocked while sparring. Ser Lyonel rewards him for doing badly.
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- Part 3 of no end and no beginning
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06 May 2026
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The Knight of the Storm by Cats_n_Bats
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
28 May 2026
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For three days, Lyonel measured the world by Duncan’s breathing.
Not by bells, not by meals, not by the restless sea below the cliffs. Only breath, then breath again, then the terrible silence between. When Duncan’s eyes finally opened, Lyonel forgot every sharp, clever thing he had meant to say. Anger, grief, pride, all of it fell useless at his feet.
Duncan stared at him through the haze of fever and pain.
“Lyonel?”
The sound of his name nearly broke him.
“I’m here,” Lyonel said, too quickly, as if the answer had been waiting in him for days. “You’re at Storm’s End. You’re safe.”
Duncan’s gaze held on him, slow with disbelief, then softened with something older than pain.
“You saved me?,” he whispered.
Lyonel’s hand tightened around his. “Aye,” he said. “I lost you to the road once, I wasn't keen on losing you to it once more.”
-->Or the one where these fools pine for eachother for months and despite the threat of war, danger of what lurks in the shadows of the kingdoms, and fear of what lies at the end of the road, they fight to find their way back to one another.
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04 May 2026