#lil greggie

[gutwrenchflowerbomb]

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Can I get the P4 boys with a hypermobile fem s/o with knee problems? If you want, maybe they find out when they see her in some unusual position (e.g. she does that thing where the hands are turned inward and the elbows poke outward while sitting in the W position).

Edgar and Herman are a little freaked out, Greggy and Law are just curious, but they're all valid XD

Is… she alright?? That’s not a natural position! That’s… it’s so odd. It looks to him like the kind of thing that would be incredibly painful. His first instinct is to ask if she needs him to do something for her; with the assumption that she must be stuck in that position and she’s hurting. After he finds out that isn’t the case, he’s very relieved, but also… well, disturbed isn’t really the right word. For someone who’s a talented poet, he can’t find the right word to describe how he feels about it. He just worries about her, that’s all. It’s a part of how she lives her life, so he does his best to adjust. Even so, he’s still there to do things that might help if she’d like him to. He’s forever bringing her tea, and whenever he’s sitting or lying down with her, he has a hand on whichever knee of hers is closest to him, like he thinks he can make it better just by being near. She won’t ever doubt that he loves her deeply, at least.

… Hm, curious. Doesn’t it hurt a bit, to sit in a way like that? Although he’s no stranger to perching in unusual positions, this is different. Does she feel any pain, or…? He does his very best not to overreact, and instead just sits down next to her, watching and taking notes in his head. She doesn’t seem to be hurting. Not right at that moment, anyway. It’s strange, and he’s always been drawn to strange things. He’s of the opinion that anything out of the norm like this is lovely in its own way — that artistic eye of his sees the beauty in everything. He quietly asks if she knows she’s sitting in an odd way, asks if she’s in pain, and probably has a few other questions about her condition. It’s a genuine fascination for him… though he hopes it doesn’t come off as insulting or overly interested. As always, he sketches her even in that position. She doesn’t stop being his favorite subject for a second. That said, he starts to offer her his… concoctions… more often, wondering if one might help the pain in her knees. If not, that’s fine. He’s by her side to do whatever may bring her relief.

What the devil — why is she sitting like that?! That’s going to hurt her later if she doesn’t fix it! Ever the athlete, trying to look out for his beloved’s best interests, his initial response is to go over and attempt to correct her posture. Of course, once he gets a closer look at the actual position she’s sitting in and the seemingly impossible way her arms and hands are turned, he actually gasps. He’s only ever seen those kinds of things when someone is very hurt, as in if a bone is broken. So he’s thrown into a panic, trying to take her hands incredibly gently and ask if she’s hurt, what happened, etc., not realizing that, well, nothing’s happened. The idea that she has some kind of medical condition that lets her do this without being injured doesn’t cross his mind until she tells him about it. Even then, he’s concerned. That just isn’t… he hates to say ‘not normal’, but, is she alright? Surely she has to be in pain from something like that? He never stops worrying where she’s concerned. He does at least stop acting so shocked, and from experience with his own aches and pains, he might have a couple of home remedies to help when her knees hurt. Regardless of anything, he’s always looking out for her, wanting to learn as much as he can about all this so he can take care of her. Ever the gentleman!

That’s… certainly interesting. It looks rather painful, the type of scene he’s usually only seen in real life with certain kinds of sports injuries or things like that. Just looking at it without knowing what’s going on makes him wince in sympathy, because to him, it looks like it must hurt in the most excruciating way. But, he’s a reader, and some of the books he’s read (whether for study or recreation) have actually been medical texts. So he’s not quite so unfamiliar with the idea of bizarre conditions which can allow a person to do something like that which wouldn’t be possible for the majority of people. He might go so far as to bluntly ask if she’s got this condition or that condition, doing it with a serious face as if he’s pretending he’s a doctor doing research. He clearly doesn’t know everything, however, so he just listens and is prepared to offer things that might ease any pain that she does feel. And he starts to read up more on whatever her specific condition is, in the hope of finding more things which may help. Despite being more quiet and subdued about it, he’s always right there, ready to give her a hand (… or a knee, as it were) whenever she needs him.

[for-ships-that-never-sail]

Okay Y'ALL I saw Episode 5 today and these are the thoughts I jotted down while watching it (PART 1 OF 2)

Please don’t read below the cut if you are avoiding spoilers until you get to watch it yourself 

And FYI some of these may not have any context, but I guess it won’t matter cause you’ll have context in 7ish hours anyway (also sorry about how long all my thoughts and feelings are lol)

We’ve all seen the first 4 mins so that’s that - nothing extra special to add there other than that Colin’s soft voice for Pen feels like it makes my heart grow bigger every time I see it

Um what the absolute fuck was that opening title??? Have they deviated and changed that this much before?? Have I never noticed other than with the very small changes they do with adding the correct Bridgerton’s name etc?

Anthony wanting to do that one Monica scream is adorbs

LOLLLLL I love you sweet Greggy

LMAO Cressida with them BARBS

Awh Cressida I do feel for you my girl

OMFGGGGG Colin’s chat with the boys??? THIS IS MUSIC TO MY EARS!!!! SOMEONE STAB ME IN THE HEART AAAAH

And Anthony with that quick wisdom? Is it rude of me to not really have expected it from him even though I know this kind of good sense is in him? I do love you Ant! Sorry that I still think of you as SLOW to good sense because of last season lol

Also that cute and private GOSSIPY moment? LOVEEE

OH PORTIA FOR FUCKS SAKEEEEE WITH “THOSE EXACT WORDS” why are you stressing her out but also why are you STRESSING ME OUT?

BAHAHAHAHAHHSSHHAHAHASHA THAT IMMEDIATE 360 please stopppppp I have whiplash - this show has never presented something I personally see as a legitimate concern (from the character's perspective) and then proceed to resolve that issue soooo fucking fast, like that took two seconds PLEASE I’m dying, I can’t believe I thought I’d be stressed about that comment for a considerable amount of the episode? and then BAM 😂 Excellent job Colin!

For the love of god no one wants to chaperone them???? They’re just gonna go???? No one is gonna stop them? Like is she the John Cena of the Bridgerton universe?? Everyone is just like, oh look, Colin walking down the street speaking to himself, oh look he’s in a carriage, also just speaking to himself - like H'WHAT?

Having that said, yes of course get her alone and fuck her by all means if that’s what you wanna do, don’t let my hang ups about propriety and the rules of the ton stop you my boy

Omg pen my baby was so moved 🥹 She somehow hadn’t processed that whole thing even during the carriage ride? Because unless they teleported, she was just like reeling in silence until this point, just like, looking for the words???

Oh my god OH MY GOD OH MY GOD there you go Portia my mans was as clear as he could be about the exact words both indirectly and directly thank you very much

Omg STAHPPPP I can’t Col you should totally write her love letters saying this type of stuff every day - it’s what she deserves 🥹

Omg they’re so cute???!!!

Consent king!! This is so INTIMATE and CUTE!!! 🥹

Have I never seen tits bigger than like a 32B on Netflix before? Cute lil perky tits never really get registered as out there nudity I guess? Like I knowwww we saw tits the last two seasons, and I guess at the brothels this season too, which I nearly forgot, but like even 0.6 seconds of Pens tits rn feels like I’m on HBO and not Netflix? LOLLL

NO ONE HAS EVER REMOVED A BELT BETTER THAN LUKE NEWTON HAS

FUCK he’s so hot??? I’m probably equally attracted to both actors irl tbh but in the showverse Pen is just my girly and Colin was just my sweet boi too right up until he started undressing rn? Now pen is still my girly but Colin can fucking get ittttt LOLLL

Also we’ve seen him undressed before??? I don’t know what’s going on but he did the 0.0003 second belt thing and I audibly gasped and my brain suddenly went blank and now I’m just drooling over Colin and how hot he is fml

Luke Newton should probably just go around taking his shirts and belts off all the time tbh

Just in real life, stay undressing king, you’re such a treat 😍

Awh he’s got the cutest lil butt, but like…. I can’t look? I’m feeling an odd amount of… second hand embarrassment about his butt? I don’t know if that makes any sense but somehow it feels wrong to be looking at your butt Colin I’m sorry this is just like Pen’s property now you know? I shouldn’t seeeee this lol

Kinda wish they edited out that tiny bit where he moved the sheet? I assume that was for the sake of the actors/show because they can’t actually be like fully naked out here, but that tiny bit could’ve been easily edited a different way - only because I don’t want it to register like he’s covering her up? He’s not, he 100% would NEVER, but like logistically I get it, just wish the editor saw it the way I see it and took that bit out

oop JUMP SCARE Lmfaooooo my mans thought it would end before it even began 😂😂😂

Awh he’s so sweet with her - Touch me anywhere? Please they are really taking on such great parts from the books

Though on a side note I wish that this mirror idea was broken into 2 parts too? like part 1 he just says the lines from the books about wanting to grab her tits and fuck in front of a mirror but they don’t because he wants that gentle missionary first time, and then part 2 after the LW drama he actually passionately fucks her in front of the mirror, horizontally sure, but like from behind while facing the mirror? That's such an easy way to cover her up too - one arm coming from under her, wrapped around her bust to cover her there, and other arm coming over her and snaking down her belly so we know there is finger action but Nic would still be tastefully covered - this allows them to just stare at each other through the mirror the entire time which could have been sooooo hot? And I wouldn't have to suspend disbelief when it comes to her tits not touching any part of him through this whole thing lol - It’s aight though, this is what AO3 is for and I’m by no means disappointed with anything that’s happening rn

Still, circling back, is it like an actor/show rule to just show tits and not do anything else with them? Because I knowwww Colin isn’t gonna just fuck her without sucking on them titties that whole entire time, like please BE REAL for just ONE second, cause there’s absolutely nooooo way his hands and mouth wouldn’t be directly on those tits - but yeah, if it’s an actor/show thing to not do it because it might be too porny/uncomfy, I get it - I’m just looking for that realism because come onnnn there’s literally NO WAY his mouth wouldn’t be all over that LOL

Like even with their vertically challenging situation, I know my mans would fold his neck his back his spine his evvvverryyything to get his face on her tits LOLLLL

Also, sir? Everyone enjoyed your fingers but when are you going to eat my girl out? Please she deserves to see God???!!!!!

Never underestimate the power of grabbing your own dick to get it in either, it's just so fucking hot and I don’t make these rules

I personally think the carriage scene was A LOTTT spicier than this though

Sorry guys, don’t be upset or anything - I just think THAT was PASSION and THIS is LOVE

Slow and settled love - best friend love - honestly it’s how I see couples being intimate once their honeymoon phase is long over - just like, chit chatting while gentle fucking - super comfortable with each other and just not awkward at all - contently smiling and giggling afterwards, like that was all just totally normal everyday behaviour between them

It’s like they’re having a casual bestie moment, just the same as walking around in a market or gossiping in a ballroom

When you really think on it though, it’s so cool that a first time can be this way because you’ve just been best friends your whole life

Anyway, no furniture break I’m afraid

[thesoulbox]

Do you have any HC on the relationship between Gregory and Glitchtrap? (sorry if I wrote it wrong)

do i?!?!? OMG, and dw! You didn't write anything wrong! Feast on this! When under Glitchtrap's control, he was totally the golden child, i mean, he's the wizard's favorite APPRENTICE for heaven's sake LMAO. Maybe he was seen as more important or valuable (since we know that Gregory is good with technology) than Vanny? So ... favorite child? (Vanny would totally resent them) I feel like Glitchtrap would probably teach him things though when it comes to coding and spreading viruses and whatnot too, because well, he's a virus after all. As a virus, you'd obviously want to take control of more things, and since Gregory can code and stuff, he'd be able to break through certain firewalls to let Glitchtrap through, thus spreading his virus. He would also teach him how to murder people (Although i feel like Glitchtrap would leave the murdery stuff to Vanny, since she's an adult and poor Greggy MaGee is just a lil kid.) But Gregory would totally know how to kill someone and hide their body, just saying. I also feel like he'd use Gregory as bait, you're more likely to trust an innocent lil kid than an adult right?

I feel like Glitchtrap would totally feel like a proud father when he sees Gregory in his dr rabbit suit, he's just so excited that his favorite apprentice is becoming just like him (Glitchtrap is so freaking weird i swear) And maybe in a way Gregory (Under it's control of course) might see Glitchtrap as a father of sorts (Although he's being entirely misled) I feel like Glitchtrap would be a totally manipulative little shit and would basically manipulate Gregory into trusting him, making the lil guy happy and then screwing with his head by making him kill someone a couple minutes later

But uhh..thats all ive got! thank you so much for the ask! i love receiving them!! Ive never really played around with their character dynamic before so this was fun to mess with! Thank you!!! <3

[tangleddupinblue]

lil greggy who was written to be gay in the first season and who got quite literally asked out by Tom to a really fancy restaurant. Was already full from his grandpa feeding him, but still didn't wanna disappoint Tom so ended up eating all the songbirds and co anyway. Then got told by Tom that he was being seduced which made him blush and tuck his hair, only for his face to completely fall when he figured out that this was about the cruises thing and maybe not a real date. Then he got taken to the VIP section of a club where Tom bought him gold leaf vodka for an insane price. Then they dance alone w no one else in the VIP room in a deleted scene. THEN on top of all that Tom takes him home and they drink beers and sit on the same side of the table and the next morning Greg comes downstairs wearing no undershirt when before and after that episode he is always seen with an undershirt.

IN THIS ESSAY I WILL PROVE GAY ASS COUSIN GREG

[dykevanny]

tell me about vanny my dyke boy

ummm. Twirls my hair. Anything for you beautiful

ummm since u had asked abt it previously,,, system ness<3

I think DID started manifesting when she was a teenager. She had run away from home and was stuck in shitty situation after shitty situation still terrified that her dad would find her any minute and drag her home,, pretty consistently stressful time. But also I think maybe it was a little earlier while she was still living with him? Her first alter (loche my friend<3) showing up to protect her from bad memories and stuff. Yk. she isn’t like. Properly diagnosed for like anything because . She hadn’t been to a doctor in a while in general tbh. But she kinda knows what’s up,, ‘alas there’s a whole other guy in here how odd!’

when it comes to the vanny situation, things get weirder. Malhare merged with Vanessa and instantly realized. Hm it’s like there’s already two separate people in here. and decided to take advantage of it. Ness fronts most often in recent times but once shit starts getting crazy loche is out more. She was the one to design vanny and even went by that name for a while! It’s malhare’s favorite (most compliantmostly to protect the body from more torture, but these two have a better relationship than ness and mal nowadays.)

when ness and loche freed their relationship . Is a bit rocky at first. Because one of them has a lot more happy memories of malhare than the other, yikes yikes. But they smooth things out. The two have separate nicknames for Gregory also<3. Nessa is calling him stuff like ‘kid/kiddo’ ‘lil man/dude’ ‘buddy’ you know. Meanwhile loche is like ‘greggy’ ‘doofus’ silly stuff. Loche’s 14 so she and Gregory like to do stupid kid stuff (coca cola mentos…in the kitchen no less)(ness had to clean that one up) while Gregory and ness are more chill together. They can be goofy tho. At some point there was another split and crowne showed up! The only one who can chop vegetables without flashbacks. Ze’s also sort of. Trying to be a caretaker. Ahh we can make Gregory’s lunch and clean a bit.. Yk . The three are chill.

[newtonsheffield]

Molly please please please can we have just a lil snippet of Kate and Anthony finding out that everyone thinks they’re having an affair with each other 💜💜💜

Imagine Gregory bounding in to Kate and Anthony’s one tea time, just loading up his plate while Kate looks on a little amused.

“Can we help you, Greggy?”

“I heard some incredible news today around the staff kitchen.”

And Anthony just rolls his eyes. “Glad to know I’m paying you to work so hard.”

Gregory waved him off “I heard that you, Kate Sharma, were pregnant with Anthony’s baby.”

And Kate paused for a moment, “Greggy, Honey, when I said I was pregnant and whose did you think the baby was? He’s my hus-oh!”

“Oh she’s caught on.”

“Want to fill me in?” Anthony said, sighing into his noodles.

“People think we’re having an affair.” Kate guffawed, “This is actually so much better than I ever could have imagined. The drama they’ve concocted! What did you do?”

Gregory grinned. And for a moment Kate was terrified, because he looked just like Anthony. “I told them Anthony’s wife was pregnant too. You should have seen their faces!”

“This is incredible!”

“I honestly can’t tell if I’m the villain or if I’ve been cuckolded. Inexplicably, I think I’m both.”

[camzverse]

12, 19, 24 and 25 for Gregory!!! I wanna know abt your Greggy!!! For me personally he reminds me of my own lil bro so I unintentionally characterise both off them the same

YAAAY GREGORY WOOHOO

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

when he plays a game with someone he acts sooo confident but if he loses hes fr a sore loser he'll start saying shit like "whatever this game is lame i wasnt even trying 😒😒" . also extra hc that hes latino (specifically argentinian) . latino greg is real to mee..

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

i dont think theres any he has that i dont like tbh!!!! theyre all so peak idk idk. i really like all of them like. greg and ness? PEAK im crazy about them. superstar duo? THE BFFS EVER. gregory and freddy? AWH theyre everything. greg and tony? Insane. gregory and ellis? sillies. does he even have any other relationships to anyone else. i dont think soooo.. so uh yeah idk not applicable ^_^ unless i completely misunderstood or forgot anything if so my bad 💀

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

six from little nightmares lowkey.. theres parallels there To Me. i mean besides the fact theyre both horrifically demonized by their fandoms for jst being morally grey kids making choices out of necessity to survive/outside of their own free will. theres stronger parallels especially especially if u first take into account the mono (little nightmares 2) and cassie parallels. anyway yeah six little nightmares reminds me of gregory

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

when i first started hearinng stuff abt sb back around when it released i thought gregory was like. interesting! i thought he seemed like a pretty realistic character and i found him funny. i liked him :] and as for now i still think all those things but like 100x moreee. hes SO interesting and i think hes just a really good character. i think about him constantly. so so super interesting.i need to study him like a bug

[starsofjewels]

hi i love your gregor fic!!! i have a request if that’s cool, so ya know how rhaenyra and daemon snuck out and went to flea bottom and to the brothel in hotd, welll i was thinking princess!reader and gregor her guard they sneak off and go into a brothel and ykyk!! then like the next day, someone goes to the queen and small council to tell them the rumors and sandor is just like in the corner 🤨🫢🫨

Tarnishment

Gregor Clegane x Baratheon Princess! Reader

NSFW!!

Any and all characters depicted in NSFW pieces are of legal age.All characters are also consenting (Unless specificed by piece)

CONTENT: SMUT- Nudity, fingering, climbing the Mountain (obviously), assumed! Murder, canon compliant! Sex work (prostitutes, brothels etc), mentions of alcohol (mostly wine), implied! Infidelity (Baratheon Princess does it Nyra style)

Delicious smut underneath the cut

Greggie C, Big Bob and the Lannisters are all their own individual warnings.

Word Count: 3.6K

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Holy frickle frackle mackrel I genuinely loved writing this so much- WHY do you all how so many good ideas OH MY LORD.

Thank you so much for this, we are all sluts for Greggie now. Gods be good.

I'm trying to get through my requests, but soon we'll have lil sprinklings of things- I've got another Ramsay and a very special surprise fic (hold your excitement) lined up for y'all once I'm done my requests.

Live, Laugh, Gregor Clegane.

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Tarish (verb): To compromise, damage, soil or sully.

When your mother bears you a little brother, at the grand age of seven, you are old enough to understand that your importance has dropped significantly. You were never going to be heir to the throne, not whilst your father has two living brothers, but there is still a general sense that you are no longer as necessary to the Baratheon lineage, not now little baby Joffrey has a golden cradle, with yellow hair to match. 

Your father doesn’t care much for Joffrey, or Tommen, or Myrcella. You don’t think he cares for much besides wine and whores and hunting down animals in the Godswood. He calls your siblings the ‘Lion Pups’, a secret joke between the two of you. They could pass as pure Lannisters, with their slim figures and golden hair, but you? You are your father’s Baratheon princess, and you are his most favourite. 

After your first blood, and, coincidentally enough, Joffrey’s fourth nameday, your father decides you should each have a member of the Kingsguard to take care of you. The crown prince is now too old to need a nurse, and you are a fertile little lady- The phrasing makes you cringe- You need protection from debauchery, as your mother says. You wonder if the world is truly so terrible that a man could desire you.  

Cersei wants to give you the Hound, but you are far too good for Sandor Clegane, the Burned Knight. So you get his brother, the Mountain, and already you know why the men shiver when they see him, and why women hide their babies. Joffrey is given over to Sandor, to your mother’s dismay. 

And so, it begins. You attend your lessons on the back of a Mountain, you watch him fight and train as you sew, and when you go into town you are permitted to stray into the markets and shops, with your personal guard barely a foot behind. You remind yourself you have more freedoms than any princess when you receive another scolding from your mother, when you long to attend the hunts. 

You are an affectionate person, Cersei knows that, but even she grows suspicious at how close Gregor has gotten to you. He carries you places as though you are his bride, as though you could not walk without him, and whispers begin of your behaviour in private being far less innocent. But, there is no evidence.  

Summer is a privilege and a pain all at the same time. The palace is hot, and sticky, as are you. Even with the soft breezes of night, the warmth hides not so far away. If anyone were to see you, they’d find you most indecent. Your nightdress is short, and covers just enough of your cleavage that your nipples are not exposed. If you jumped, or did anything other than walk a few slow paces, you aren’t sure they wouldn’t be. 

“Alright, Princess?”

You hadn’t realised Gregor was standing there. You are too hot and too bored to do anything more than feel a bit sorry for yourself. He knows that. 

The response you give is somewhere between a groan and a grunt, it makes him laugh. You like to make him laugh, it reminds you he isn’t just the big, scary Mountain you see in his armour. Which you suddenly realise he isn’t wearing. 

Your Mountain is dressed in a tunic, a red one- Lannister, obviously- And you aren’t sure you’ve ever seen him without his armour. But then, you suppose he isn’t off duty very much, his duties are very much full-time.

“Mh- What are you wearing?”

Gregor moves closer, throwing something light upon your bed,

“Goin’ out. Get dressed.”

He pulls you out of bed, an action which reminds you of your nurses doing the same. The man pulls your nightdress up for you, pulling a simple dress more suited for one of the staff over you, and a cloak on the top. 

“Thank Dana downstairs, she’s letting you borrow it.”

“Did you steal a dress?”

You are granted a shrug in response, you assume that means a yes. 

Though Gregor is not easily disguised, there are plenty of ladies in the Keep with your hair colour and figure. You could just as easily be a whore as you are a princess, and that delights you. 

The courtyard is dark and empty, no-one wants to venture out this late, not anyone who cares about their reputation, at least. The Street of Silk, and her sister streets, will all be bustling with off-duty guards, and whoever else feels the need for company. The guards stationed at the gates assume the same of Gregor when he passes, you think.

“Who’s watching the princess?”

Your heart jumps, you cling onto him almost suspiciously tightly, and you know that they notice.

“Do you think I care about the fucking duty board? Check yourself if you’re that bothered.”

The other scoffs at that, and you feel him jab your shoulder,

“Something wrong with your whore?”

“Don’t know, just taking her back.”

Gregor lifts you up, you hide your face in his shoulder. The guards let you pass, and once you are reasonably away from the Keep, he puts you back down.

“Arseholes.” The man looks back, keeping you close, “let’s have some fun, eh? I know the place.”

King's Landing is a seedy place, you know that even in the day, but at night, it ignites. The streets are filled with lust and shamelessness, you wonder if your septa might die at the sight of it. Whores line the streets, and you can tell which are the newer, poorer ones, and which of the women come from ‘respectable’ houses. He leads you through the Street of Silk, you know it even without any markers, from the drunk men lying against the walls, or on the ground, and you are frightened. 

You see no silk, you see blood and piss and far too much of other women, but that is all.  

The place he leads you to is clean, at least, and reasonably unassuming. There are candles and flowers outside, you wonder if this brothel is one of the higher-end ones, or if inside it is double as bad as the streets. 

You are sat neatly on a cushioned bench, and ladies bring you drink. Wines, and ales and other alcohols you have neither heard about nor tasted. You see them giggle to themselves, and you realise that your disguise is poor. They all know the Baratheon princess has graced their presence. It will have some impact on you later, the thought crosses your mind as Gregor tilts your third cup of wine down your throat, when one of them is offered a pretty gold coin in exchange for all of your secrets. 

But, you do not care. You are allowed to have fun, even if your idea of fun stems past the gossiping, and the sewing your mother would like you to do. 

“Gods-”

You are drawn from your thoughts by Gregor, who sets another cup down on the table,

“You Baratheons really can drink, Princess, that’s your fifth tonight.”

Sure enough, the cup in your hand has four identical siblings, strewn about in various positions across the table, and one on the floor. The man shakes his head.

“Well, how many have you had?”

“Don’t take wine. Woman’s drink.”

When the music begins, you aren’t truly sure if it’s real, or if your alcohol-addled mind has simply hallucinated it to entertain you; but Gregor shuffles his huge form over, and puts an arm around your waist, glancing occasionally to the platform in front of you, so you assume it to be real. 

The women who wear any clothes wear barely any at all. They dance with feathers, and pretty shiny things- Baubles and bells, which jingle with every step they take. Some have silver hair, Targaryen hair, and you are reminded that even though their fiery blood has faded out, given your father’s proclivity for murdering them, some men still want to tame the dragon. They wink, and they gasp, and they moan, as though their dancing is the most exciting thing they could have ever done. Some of the men- For it is all men- Jeer, they call them whores, and other words you can’t imagine anyone else repeating. It makes Gregor laugh, and for once you aren’t so sure if you like that. He notices, pressing a comforting kiss to your forehead.

“We’ll go to our room in a bit, yeah? You’ll like that.”

Not entirely sure what he means, you nod anyway. 

The dancers end in a puff of smoke and incense, you pretend not to notice as they slip away, with one, or two, or even three men chasing after them. You wonder if three men could even fit inside the one woman, and your mind brings you to unsavoury places. 

You don’t feel particularly drunk, the wine must have been watered down, but still, Gregor lifts you up to take you further into the brothel. The noises are no less than sinful- Groans, and cries and the screams of men as they finish themselves off. You hear names, whispered into the night, and the whores run to and from their entertainment rooms, in various states of blush and undress. Most are nude. 

The room you are brought to is right at the top of the brothel, where the Madame keeps her office, and her favourite pets. It is clean, and scented by the flowers about the place. The bed itself, for there is always a bed, is covered in soft pink curtains, pulled back and tied with silver ribbon. There are no windows, and no fireplace. 

“Only the best for the princess, eh? You’re lucky I did the Madame a favour.”

He has already pulled off his tunic, and sits upon the bed, pulling you onto him so your legs wrap around his waist,

“What did you do?”

“Killed her husband.”

You look up at him, pouting slightly.

“Why?”

“Because-” In an instant, his great body is atop of you, and you are slammed against the fabric of the bed. The thing itself creaks. “Your grandfather told me to.”

Gregor’s lips find your neck, his facial hair tickles against the skin, and you let yourself laugh,

“And you do everything the great Lord Tywin tells you to?”

The response you get is a grunt, and a squeal from your own lips when he pulls you closer toward him. You gain a kiss upon the lips for this intrusion. 

“I do whilst I’ve his pretty granddaughter in a whorehouse.”

As he continues to put kisses on your exposed skin, travelling almost as low as your breast, you suddenly realise you’ve found yourself in an unusual position of power. In a whorehouse, on your back, with a man double your weight and at least a foot taller than you upon you. This is the power your mother has told you a woman holds. 

“His pretty granddaughter, your princess. You should be serving me.”

You tilt your head away so he cannot see the smile which graces your face. He merely hums, near thoughtfully. Once again, you are lifted from below him, and put back on the throne you’ve made from his thighs. 

“How does my princess want served, then?”

His free hand finds yours, and you play with it like a child might a shiny thing they find upon the pavement. 

“Your fingers.”

“Aye, that’s a good plan,” He shakes his hand free from yours with little effort, it joins with the other at the small of your back, and poor Dana’s dress is torn to rags, leaving you in your little nightdress, the front having been pulled down completely, exposing your breasts to him. He says nothing. “Better get you prepared first, can’t bring you back split like a chicken, can I?” 

“Are you… that big?”

Your eyes widen at your own speech, how utterly unashamed you can be. There is little more you can do to sully your reputation at this point than to actually have the man inside of you, and you aren’t completely sure you won’t. But he finds some amusement in your words, grasping you gently, pulling you closer toward him.

“All of me is big, Princess.”

He is right, his hands are each the size of your face, if not bigger. His height is something known and feared by every man, woman and child in the Seven Kingdoms, and you sit delicately on his lap, growing increasingly excited by the ideas of what he might do to you.

One of those big hands grazes your bare arse underneath your nightdress, even the gentlest squeeze, with his strength, turns into a reasonably harsh pinch. You squeak, 

“Ow!”

Gregor tuts, 

“If that hurts you, Princess, I doubt you’re ready for the next bit.”

It travels back down, across your thigh, and sets itself, with the amount of grace you expect from Gregor, just shy of your cunt. He helps you settle in a more comfortable position, and pushes his middle finger into you. It hurts, even his fingers are enormous, far greater than your own, but it feels wonderful. You must be whimpering, because he shushes you with kisses, moving slowly and carefully, not daring to give you another one.

A second has you sobbing, quietly begging for him to stop. He won’t, you know that, and most of you doesn’t want him to.

By the time he considers you ‘adequately prepared’, you are hardly sure of your own name, let alone anything more complicated. You are covered in sweat, a scarlet blush across your whole face, and an overwhelming sense that you should probably be quite ashamed of yourself.

Gregor sets you down from his lap, onto the bed. You hope the night’s activities aren’t over, you do so want what you were certain he’d give you. He seems to notice, a smile graces his face.

“Just a minute, Princess,” He sounds almost scolding, like a schoolmaster, “Can’t fuck you dressed, can I?”

“I… Suppose not, no.”

Whilst you still have some shred of dignity, even if your nightdress clings to the sweat on your skin, and leaves next to nothing to anyone’s imagination, Gregor strips himself down to his entirety. Every scar, every muscle of his is completely visible, and something about it completely delights you. 

He almost laughs at how you gawk at him, eyes flicking between his legs, trying desperately not to show him you are, in fact, staring.

“Never seen a cock before?”

“Not… One I’m not directly related to, no.”

You are scooped back into his arms, onto your throne of flesh. Your Mountain bounces you just slightly, and you recall a nurse of yours doing the exact same thing at some point in your life. There is something oddly comforting about it.

He expects you to squeal and cry when it begins, when he pushes himself into you. And you do, just a little. There is a pressure you cannot quite explain, something eats at you from inside out, and your eyes fill up with pretty tears. He is there to make it better, of course, it is his duty to protect you.

Gregor is not the type of man to praise his woman, and he doesn’t. Not in words, at least. You cling to him, wrapped around his neck and whimpering into his shoulder, and he runs a hand up your clothed back in long, soothing motions. It does little to actually comfort you, but the thought behind it is nice. You are glad it’s this, and not the horror stories you’ve heard about your sworn guardian.

You know, in very limited detail, how a woman is supposed to give herself up to a man. You had thought it would hurt- That he would be rough, and you look down to see no blood, nor much of anything, his cock is hidden by the skirts of your nightdress. You wonder if that is enough to hide your sin from the gods.

“Alright, Princess?”

You cannot even look up to see his face, and you don’t know he’d want you to. Tears stream freely from your eyes, and all of you feels heavy, tired. You hope he’ll carry you back home. 

“Nearly.”

The break in his voice does not escape you. At least you know what’s to happen.

And slowly, carefully, his hand on your back finds your thigh, and the one on your thigh crawls between your legs. You are already prepared, already overwhelmed, and just the slightest touch is enough to set you off again,

“Hold off, Princess,” Had you the strength, you would beg him not to stop. Thankfully, he doesn’t, “Just one minute.”

And you try, but it is just too much for you to handle. You attempt to tell him, to give him some warning, but he knows.

He comes with a great roar, something that makes you jump. Gregor holds you tight enough to bruise, a reminder of his power, of how vulnerable you actually are, but you hardly care. 

Despite the very obvious plug between your legs, his seed still seeps out of you, onto your nice nightdress, onto him. You hadn’t thought it’d be so messy, but it does make some sense. You mutter something unintelligible, and he kisses your forehead. The world is good, and you wonder if anyone would find out should you make this a regular occurrence.

You awake the next morning in a different, more sensible nightdress. You smell clean, like lavender soap, like he’s had one of your ladies bathe you at some point. One enters with a breakfast tray, as per usual, and you pretend not to notice how she avoids your gaze. The two who help you dress are as chatty as usual. The older woman is as bubbly as ever, and her little assistant couldn’t frighten a sparrow if she wanted.

Gregor is usually standing outside when you emerge in the mornings. Today, it is Ser Meryn Trant. Not unusual, and nothing for concern; you assume Gregor has come down with a headache again. He suffers from them quite frequently, especially so in the hottest months.

Neither of you say anything, not until you’ve crawled down the steps and gotten to the throne room. Your muscles still ache, and your legs feel strange to walk upon, a night of being bent and thrown in any direction.

Tywin and Cersei are on either side of the throne; your mother sits, your grandfather stands. Your brother is tactfully in the corner, with his dog behind him. And the way Sandor looks at you, with undisguised disgust, you realise- they know.

Tywin’s face is still, your mother looks as though she might boil up at any given moment. The throne is empty, and you wonder where your father has gone.

“Princess,” It is Varys who speaks. Your mother’s little songbird, with nothing better to do than scour the kingdom for rumour, “We had heard some… rumours regarding your activities last night with Ser Gregor.”

You realise, this is your time to shine. You have always been dramatic, always good at making up little stories. You can fool your grandfather, you’ve always been able to. And if Lord Tywin is convinced, the rest of them shall follow; no-one doubts the Hand.

“W-What rumours, my lord?”

Cersei rolls her eyes. Your mother stands, moving down from the raised steps of the throne, facing you,

“You know what rumours. You were seen in a brothel last night, far past the time you should have been abed, and he carried you back half-naked. Do you deny it, Daughter?”

“I…”

You look between those in the throne room: your brother in the corner, his dog avoiding your gaze; Varys, and Littlefinger, your mother. Your gaze lands on Ser Meryn.

“Ser Gregor does not guard me at night.” You look at your grandfather, a sudden realisation coming upon you. “He is my personal guard, Grandfather, the Kingsguard have night duty. He needs to be rested for the day.”

Cersei flicks her head to Tywin, who appears to be thinking quite deeply,

“That is true, Ser Gregor has yet to be granted the white cloak.”

“Do you doubt my virtue, Grandfather? You know I would not lie on such matters, I am a princess, not a tavern wench.”

And he sighs, and you know that you’ve won him over,

“It is possible Ser Gregor entertained a woman of a- Similar appearance. The princess is not so foolish as to risk rumours of her purity, unlike some.”

A comment about your mother. You see Sandor smirk at it.

You are returned back to your bedchamber, and go about your day. The rumours are put aside, and it is decided that Gregor entertained a whore that night, no matter what anyone claims. There are plenty of men who take silver-haired whores as Targaryens, after all, there is hardly a difference with the new line of regency. 

Later, you are put in front of your father after supper. He’s heard, of course, through Varys, or Tywin or Cersei, or all of the above. Not that it matters.

Robert is arse-deep in his cups, and he doesn’t show any sign of stopping. Your father wraps one of his great hands around your shoulders,

“Did you fuck him, then?”

And there is no answer you can give him but the truth.

“Aye, Father, I did.”

Robert spends the rest of the evening laughing uncontrollably, getting suitably drunk. Your nights with Gregor confine themselves to your rooms, or to a variety of places where a princess would not be so out of place. Everyone knows, and no one says a word. And one day, when your husband of a cushy, lordly house gives you child after child, no one shall say a word when they each emerge taller than the next, when their resemblance is shockingly similar to your personal guard, and not their supposed father.

[s1llydr3amscape]

Gonna be rambling abt Vanessa headcanons because I've been feeling unwell mentally. Sorry if it is nonsensical I just love rambling lol. :

-I headcanon Vanessa as wasain tbh. I just like him a lot so I made her half malay. It mainly speaks english and can somewhat speak malay. This is mostly because I feel like she'd be in online spaces a lot. Which significantly improve their english but made her malay worse (relatable).

-Her full name would have been like Vanessa Aaminah binti *dad's full name* but like they'd go by their nickname or just write it's name as Vanessa A. because people kept mispronouncing her full name and because she hates her dad. I chose the name specifically cuz in the iterations I know it means safe one/someone who is protected from all that causes fear. And I just feel like it fits her character especially when we got the protect posters.

-It's hair isn't naturally blonde. She bleaches it often because he likes to dye it cuz it's the most easiest way to do it if you got black hair. She has given herself a buzzcut before on multiple occasions. I feel like their the type to have different colored hair every week and if he ends up not liking it snip snip off you go. Don't lie and tell me she won't wear extensions. She does have an undercut tho because it likes to scratch it as like a stim.

-A lot of people are weird about family headcanons for some reason especially if they sleep on the same bed? Because I thought it was commonplace to sleep together in the same bed with family. Then I found out people got their own rooms when they're children which shocked me cuz I only got to sleep in my own bed at like 16. But Vanessa and Gregory shared a bed and snuggled together the first few months they live together. Eventually they managed to afford Gregory his own bed but he sometimes he still goes to sleep with Vanessa when he gets nightmares.

-Idk I love Vanny a lot I keep giving her the same pronouns and identity as me lol. A lot of her own experiences with both the games and the movie is to relatable. It uses like all pronouns and a few neos. He is bigender to me and a lesbian!!!! Also trans!!!! This bitch kisses girls!!!! I mold Vanny's gender and let it fluctuate and change because man I just love Vanny and enjoy giving multiple different interpretations for my other AU's also me myself is just also confused about my own gender. Sometimes I just wanna make Vanessa just use it/it's forever

-I remember when we first got the security breach gameplay and people said Vanessa was to mean because she got mad at Freddy for not being on lockdown. But like as the older sibling who has seen their lil bro get grounded and break the rules. I know damn well she got mad because she's overworked and two they both will get in trouble if this shit keeps up. I just feel like Vanessa unintentionally takes the older sibling role often due to her growing up too fast. Like it has to mask it's interests to appear normal. To fit in. Eventually though he gets to unwind and be childish again. Once Greggy comes into the picture Ness just gets to be silly and annoy him with cringe humor to Gregory's dismay.

-There is more but I feel like if I wanna talk about it properly I need to explain malay culture and rn i'm lazy and don't want ppl to get the wrong idea

[gutwrenchflowerbomb]

TRENT MOTHERFUCKIN QUESTION MARK BERETTA IN THIS BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

mon!!!!! your one of my go-to writers whenever i’m having an off day and need a lil pick me up 🥹 i loveeee when you write about our sweet angel greg <333 and your smut 🤭🤭🤭 is unmatched. it’s amazing and i’m very excited to read your most recent one <3 i hope you’re having the best day! i love you 💝💕💓

Katie 😭🫶. My love!!!! Thank you, Honey 😭!!!!

I love our baby angel Greg so much and I'm so happy you enjoy the fics about him 🥹. I actually have a few requests and fic drafts for him so watch out for more Greggie boy content hehe 🤭. He deserves more attention and love!!

Baby you flatter me! YOUR smut is unmatched😮‍💨! I remember the dbf!hotch fic I requested from you for that back massage gone spicy 🥵😩🦋😏😵‍💫 and it was DELICIOUS. I need to read that again 🤭.

I hope you enjoy the the new Aaron fic 🤭💓.

Thank you for this my love! I love you so so much sweetheart and you are just spectacular!

[trennoandgreggo]

Happy happy Birthday !!!!!

Hope you had an amazing day today <333

enjoy the greggy gifs i made you.

plus a lil bonus gif that didnt fit into the post that ik you´ll appreciate:

❤️❤️❤️

[hotchs-big-hands]

BABEEEEEEEE

no pressure but greg is literally the ideal man and the standard and a disney prince in human form you NEED to watch it 😭😭 - @greg-montgomery

SJFJEJFJSJXJ I should do it fr, just currently doing a cm rewatch but I might mix it up a lil with D&G sometime!! Then I can read Greggy stuff 🥺🥺 he does look like the literal cutest and sweetest guy ever!

[meratimes]

got lil greggy boie here from winner's like a month after halloween

[newtonsheffield]

Lil Greggy and Supreme