#georgie boy

[georgeharrisonswife-real]

what a smilely fellow.

[reportabug]

Alex and the droogs (and ig billy boy is there too 🙄) headcanons with a sadistic partner? Maybe one that somehow outdoes them in terms of sadism?

lol ofc! this is also helpful for a request i got for an upcoming alex fic, as i’ve said; the continuity of my requests is uncanny at times. here are some other dom reader headcanons :)

alex

~you force alex to recite every petty crime while your hand works him to the edge, making him hold still and listen to you hum, begging through clenched teeth.

~you scratch one perfect groove on his favorite record, just enough to warp the high notes, then sit on him and make him to listen to the ruined symphony.

~when the droogs are out on the town, you snap your fingers so the gang follows you instead, reminding alex exactly who owns them.

~nights end with him curled up in your lap, face buried in your chest and sucking marks on your skin. you pet his hair and tell him the only ultra-violence he really needs is you.

billy boy

~during milk-bar runs, you order his drink “extra sweet” loud enough for everyone to hear.

~you steal billy boy’s signature jacket and make him beg for it back in front of everyone with increasingly pathetic reasons.

~sometimes, you hide small things in places billy can’t reach and watch him struggle, then pull him into your lap while cooing how cute he looks when he needs you, his big hands trembling on your hips.

~every few nights he attempts to switch, you flip him instantly, make him sob, and he thanks you for putting him back in his place.

dim

~during a night out, you tie his shoelaces together in tiny knots and watch him trip over his giant feet the whole way home; smiling and grabbing his arm each time he stumbles and laughs through frustration.

~you make dim carry your bag while his crew watches, then reward his obedience by sitting on his cock and letting him cum inside, his whole body shuddering in relief.

~any night, you make dim suck on you until his tongue is numb, then he falls asleep with his head on your stomach, murmuring, “i’ll do it all again tomorrow.”

~he cums hardest when you simply wrap your arms around his neck, grind on him, and tell him he’s your favorite “big loyal puppy.” his reply is a soft and broken, “yes… only yours.”

georgie

~you rewrite his delinquent plans into childish stories and read them aloud, watching him squirm in humiliated heat.

~you smoke all of georgie’s cigarettes, avoiding him but moving to increasingly obvious places, watching him rage with a smile playing on your lips.

~after a silly rumble, you edge him against the alley wall with your thigh until he grits out, “i’ll follow your lead… just let me finish.”

~every time georgie tries to give orders to the gang, you interrupt with a better idea, then drag him home as he tries to mumble how he’s in charge, the words dying into desperate moans.

pete

~every morning after a crime spree, pete crawls into bed and you comb his hair into neat parts that he hates, praising how pretty he looks when he’s desperate.

~after nicking flowers for you, he presents them on his knees. you accept with a cold smile, then stroke him for a least an hour while listing every way you own him.

~when pete steals something flashy to impress you, when you accept it, then use it to bind him until his bratty replies fade into lustful ones.

~after every offense, you make him summarise the night, then reward his perfect report by allowing him eat you out, his face soaked.

[teamiris]

i really like the outfits the droogs wear in the books ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠﹏⁠・⁠⊂⁠) could you draw it? :0

"The four of us were dressed in the height of fashion, which in those days was a pair of black very tight tights with the old jelly mould, as we called it, fitting on the crotch underneath the tights, this being to protect and also a sort of a design you could viddy clear enough in a certain light, so that I had one in the shape of a spider. Pete had a rooker (a hand, that is), Georgie had a very fancy one of a flower, and poor old Dim had a very hound-and-horny one of a clown's litso (face, that is). Dim not ever having much of an idea of things and being, beyond all shadow of a doubting thomas, the dimmest of we four. Then we wore waisty jackets without lapels but with these very big built-up shoulders ('pletchoes' we called them) which were a kind of a mockery of having real shoulders like that. Then, my brothers, we had these off-white cravats which looked like whipped-up kartoffel or spud with a sort of a design made on it with a fork. We wore our hair not too long and we had flip horrorshow boots for kicking."

Small issue is i never read the book in italian, only in english so i never really got what their outfits were like, i searched on google to see if there was written anything about it in a more understandable way... :P might not be accurate :'))

[jupiter-flytrap]

breathes on u

[notengofuturo5]

Finished

[blorbocedes]

you guys. you see it too

[promethiae]

🥲🥲 he jumped off my lap to go hang out with the doggy after he (the dog) was let in

[wallow-titz]

Sometimes you just gotta... touch yourself.