#honestly this whole thing borders on mommy link

[woahjo]

I think tendou likes being called babygirl

reading this literally felt the same way i imagine it feels to have the devil knock at your door. i feel like frollo when he sees esmeralda in the flames because you’re soooo fucking right. i’m so sorry for what i’m about to become here and in the tags.

cw: petnames, groping, i mention and oedipus complex at the end, teasing (ofc), i really don’t know how to tag for this just know i’m thinking weird thoughts and i wanted to give u a warning. the tags are weirder.

i feel like at first it starts as a little joke between the two of you, but quickly spirals into tension filled teasing. you call him babygirl and he leans in real close to you and grins this sleepy, lust-drunk grin and goes “yes?” because it’s weird and he’s REALLLY into it.

he knows it gets you going when he responds to it and it’s something of a pet name, but for some reason he weaponizes it a little bit.

“how’s my babygirl today?”

“mmm hungry..” he smiles a sly grin. satori puts his hands on your hips and draws you close to his sitting figure. he rests his hands on your hips so that his face is positioned just below your chest. “i could eat you up.”

“i should be saying that to you,” you huff as he presses his mouth to your fleshy stomach.

“maybe,” he says but it’s clear his interests are elsewhere as his hand creeps up to cup your breast. “got something for me?”

your reply is breathy. “if you’re hungry, cook.”

“not that kind of hungry…” he hums quietly. “not gonna take care of me?” he presses his face into your clothed breast. “mean.”

you run your hands through his spiky red hair, tilting your head back as he looks at you over the swell of your chest with glassy, teasing eyes.

“you’re a big baby.”

“yup,” he pops his p and presses his mouth to your nipple through your shirt. “you smell good.”

you sigh as he palms at your chest as waist, mouthing at the fabric of your shirt. satori closes his eyes momentarily, furrowing his small eyebrows. his hands are so big on you, grabbing slowly and pinching at the fat on your sides.

“satori…” you gasp quietly.

“who?”

when you open your eyes, he’s smirking at you with his head tilted up, his mouth still half pressed to your chest.

“babygirl,” you breathe, despite the heat that rises to your face.

“yeah, that’s it,” he says lightly, giving you that weird signature smile he seems to adopt when you play along.

anyway……….. i think he’s oedipus complex weird. and i think he plays up on the discomfort of it. it gets him off.

[mommy-imagines]

Pretty Boy - part. 7

Content: Mommy Kink. Sugar Mommy. MILF. Fluff. Headspace. Jealous Baby Atsumu. Cute Bokuto. Toulouse the Jackal. Ophelia the Cat.

Words: 1.735

A/n.: I got this ask and couldn't stop myself, but this turned out longer than I had planned:

"So, I dunno why this popped into my head, but if Bokuto, Hinata, or Sakusa comes over to visit 'tsumu and his mommy gives them even a lick of attention (like praising something they did during a game or practice cause you know she watches because she supportive), poor baby gets a little jealous cause that's his mommy, not there's. Might even be a little pouty towards them cause only mommy's suppose to say nice things about him. Poor baby don't want to share her attention."

“Bokuto!” Atsumu heard Mommy’s voice from the entrance of the main living room and turned to look at her, confused as to why would his Mommy greet someone else before him; he saw her walking closer to where he was sitting with Bokuto and offered her a small smile, which she returned quickly before setting her attention back on his friend - Atsumu felt a small frown begin to form, “You were wonderful last week! Congratulations!”

Atsumu frowned harder, why was Mommy praising someone else?

“Thank you, ma’am,” Bokuto replied; he was still fairly nervous to be in the presence of Atsumu’s girlfriend - he found her to be terrifying, for lack of a better word. She was fiercely protective of Atsumu and on more than one occasion did not hesitate in handing severe consequences to someone who she thought had made Atsumu even the slightest bit uncomfortable. The day that she fired the team’s former PR because she had tried to force Atsumu into doing an interview is still fresh on everyone’s mind. Bokuto found that the best approach was to always be as polite as possible in her presence.

It was not something that had been discussed openly amongst the Black Jackals’ players, but still was whispered when they were certain that Atsumu was not nearby - one did not cross Atsumu’s girlfriend. They all liked her, from a distance. Truth was, they all admired her greatly. The woman had an empire at her feet, which she built all on her own from the ground up, and decided that she wanted to share it with Atsumu. Omi had even made a passing joke, even if they all knew that he was being serious, he said that it reminded him of that part of the Joker’s movie, only in Tokyo, Omi had said “Queen and King of Tokyo; God help anyone who disrespect the King.” Bokuto couldn’t find it in himself to laugh, it was much too close to the truth.

They all saw the expensive gifts and amazing trips; Atsumu’s Instagram was filled with pictures of the two of them. Hugging or just sitting side by side. Something that had come as a surprise to all of them was Atsumu’s behavior: Atsumu had always been someone with a big personality. He was always all over the place and those who truly knew him were aware that most of it was just a front. The thing is, no one knew what was behind that façade until Atsumu had met his girlfriend.

There wasn’t a single player on the team who had not been shocked by Atsumu’s new approach to life. He was like a completely different person at the same time in which it was obvious that he was just, finally, being himself; Atsumu was all soft edges now. He blushed so easily - it was adorable, if Bokuto was being honest. If anyone even mentioned her name, Atsumu would instantly smile - a soft smile, bashful even. No matter what was the subject that was being discussed, her name always came up in conversation and always in the form of Atsumu singing her praises.

They had been sitting down for maybe twenty minutes when it happened. Honestly, Atsumu knew that he was not feeling all that great; he woke up needy and clingy and all that he wanted the most was to spend the day wrapped around Mommy - he wanted to feel Mommy’s soft hands on him, he wanted to hear her cooing at him and see her tender smile while he nursed. And now he couldn’t do any of that! Because Bokuto was stealing his Mommy away from him!

Atsumu bit his lower lip in concentration and felt his eyes prickling with tears when Mommy didn’t immediately freed it from the abuse and replaced it with his paci like she always did. He looked up; of course that she didn’t, he thought. Mommy was much too busy talking to Bokuto! Atsumu stood up as quietly as he could, because even if Mommy didn’t want him anymore he still remembered his manners and maybe if he was really polite Mommy would let him stay!!

He walked out of the main living room and to Mommy's study, sitting down on a leather couch and smiling when Ophelia came up to him; it started with a small sniffle, then a second one and then Atsumu was crying.

Honestly, she should have seen it coming. Atsumu was not used to sharing her attention, no matter how small. She saw how his broad shoulders were tensing up before he left; she sighed deeply, “Bokuto, will you excuse me for a moment?” She asked, only for the sake of it.

Bokuto frowned in alarm when they heard a sob coming from down the hall, “Is he okay? Do you want me to go?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No, it’s fine; We’ll be just a moment.” And then she was walking out of the room and making her way through the maze of hallways until she reached her baby.

She frowned softly at seeing her baby in such a state of distress, her heart breaking as she heard him talking to Ophelia, “An- and then, ‘Phelia, Mommy didn’t even look at me! She doesn't want me no more! She's going to send me away!” He sobbed, speech slurred, bordering on childish and she knew that he had fallen into his headspace.

“Baby,” She called gently, walking forward and sitting on the couch beside him. She pulled him close, cradled him against her chest even if he tried to bat her away, “Baby, ssh; Mommy’s right here, you’re okay.”

Atsumu shook his head vehemently, she was worried that he would hurt himself, “No, Mommy; Mommy doesn’t want me no more!” He cried and she pressed a long kiss to the top of his styled hair.

“Now, that’s not true, baby;” She said. Felt unbelievably judged when she picked up on Ophelia’s dirty look at her. She cooed at him, voice soft, “Baby, did you get jealous of Mommy talking to Bokuto?” Atsumu froze at her words but in the end gave a reluctant little nod, she smiled down at him, “You have no reason to be jealous, sweetie; Mommy could never love anyone else; you’re Mommy’s little boy, aren’t you?”

Atsumu sniffed a bit but caught Mommy’s expectant gaze down at him, “Yes;” He said, voice very small and shy. She kissed the tip of his nose and he giggled, she wiped his tears, “Mommy’s little boy;” He whispered.

“Uhm, excuse me?” They heard from the doorway of her study and she raised her head to look at the source of the voice; she found Bokuto staring at them with wide eyes, “Am I interrupting?” His voice was nervous and she shook her head no.

“It’s alright; come on in.” She invited, her hand cupping the back of Atsumu’s head and cradling him close to her neck, she smiled down at him when she felt him mouthing at her collarbones, “He was just feeling a little overwhelmed; weren’t you, baby?” She asked him softly and Atsumu offered nothing more than a tiny nod.

“Oh,” Bokuto nodded, he chewed on his lower lip for a moment before raising his left hand, “I’ve found this, I thought that it could help, maybe?”

Mommy’s eyes sparkled and she pressed a kiss to Atsumu’s temple, “Look baby,” she said, “Bokuto found your friend!”

Atsumu raised his head slowly and then his eyes zeroed on the stuffed toy, “Toulouse, Mommy?” He said, voice childish and eyes round and wet.

Bokuto didn’t look all that surprised at hearing the words or Atsumu’s tone of voice, he looked as if things were finally clicking into place in his head, “That’s right, baby!” She made sure to sound excited, “Why don’t you say thank you?”

Atsumu eyed Bokuto nervously for a moment, his cheeks flaming bright red, but then Bokuto was offering him a gentle smile, eyes bright, “Here you go, buddy;” He said and the term didn’t go unnoticed by Mommy - she threw Bokuto a grateful look.

“Thanks, Bokkun,” He said, his voice oh, so shy. Bokuto nodded and stepped forward, handing him the toy.

“His name is Toulouse, you said?” Bokuto asked and Atsumu hid his face on Mommy’s neck, his hazel eyes just peeking up at his friend, “Like the Aristocats?”

Atsumu’s eyes brightened, “Yes!” He exclaimed, suddenly excited, “Do you like them too?”

Bokuto laughed softly, surprised, “I do! It was my favorite movie! Is it yours as well?”

Atsumu shook his head very seriously, “Nu-uh.” He denied, “I like Winnie the Pooh better!”

Bokuto nodded at him, as if the whole interaction was nothing out of the ordinary and Mommy observed them with a small smile, “Let me guess, your favorite character is Winnie the Pooh?” Atsumu nodded slowly, eyes narrowed.

“How did you know, Bokkun?”

Bokuto smiled indulgently, “I know all about your sweet tooth, ‘Tsumu; besides, Winnie the Pooh is cute, just like you!”

Atsumu giggled in response, cheeks warming once again, then he turned shy, “Would you like to watch it with me?”

Mommy watched carefully, maybe this would turn out to be too much, but then Bokuto was extending his hand in invitation, “Only if you let me pretend to be Tigger!”

Atsumu’s eyes turned mischievous, “I thought that you would be Owl;” he giggled and Bokuto’s eyes widened before he laughed.

“Owl is very old! Are you calling me old?” Atsumu shook his head, laughed in delight.

He turned back to Mommy, “Mommy, can we watch the movie now?” He asked, voice tentative.

She smiled at him and kissed his forehead, “Absolutely, baby; just come and get me if you need me, alright?” Atsumu nodded at her and then stood up, linking his fingers with Bokuto’s and guiding him out of the room.

She could hear his happy voice fading down the hallway, only being interrupted by an annoyed little meow - she sighed and scratched behind Ophelia’s ears, “I know, kitty - I’m sorry for upsetting your baby;” Ophelia gave her a pleased little purr, “Our baby made a friend, huh?” Ophelia meowed again, circled around her lap and laid down to sleep.

Mommy resigned herself to the situation and picked up a book that had been lying nearby - she would talk to Bokuto later, for now her baby was happy.

[majordomo-zazu]

//So, I wrote a couple more scenes in the same vein as this thing (and may or may not end up doing the whole movie lol)

Scene #1 - Circle of Life

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ZuJpn5025yjNK_6LbNGddiG5Pi9HIjhU/view?usp=sharing (if the immediate link doesn’t work downloading it should)

Scene #2 - Life’s Not Fair

https://drive.google.com/file/d/15KfRFfh0yKVr7OQuKuRNz_qies97y2BL/view?usp=sharing

Scene #3 = Rafiki’s Painting

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Vxj4Umt-6s1WtZ_k3bX9YGBzN3C2x9vd/view?usp=sharing

Notes for each of them below

Circle of Life

Honestly, not a lot you can change about Circle of Life. It’s perfection already, so why mess with it right? And for the most part I didn’t, other than a couple cosmetic changes (namely in order and type of animals on display). There’s a couple notable animals that will come back later in the story as minor characters. The only part is really changes from the source is when Rafiki is ‘baptising’ (for lack a better word) Simba, there’s a couple extra stage-directions and interactions with characters, and I wrote the actions of the animals to be more fitting in live action without losing any and all emotion behind their movement (thanks Jon) Once again I’d recommend reading through first then going back over with the linked music and images (if you want to), the stage directions do all fit in time with the music but only if you’re a fast reader. And the way is formatted it works out that the order goes “Stage directions > the dialogue/lines accompanying them”

Life’s Not Fair

Oh this is one I had a lot of fun with. Both original movies have some good solid ground to work from, and I just really took that and fleshed it out, and added my own thing here and there.

I think Scar’s monologue to the mouse is a good opportunity to showcase how he thinks the world works and what his underlying motives are, I also liked playing him as attempting to be more psychologically offensive to Mufasa than physically 

Speaking of, I think in both original scenes Mufasa comes across as too aggressive towards Scar, so I tried to portray his calmer and more pacifistic side until Scar pushes his buttons.

I did sort of nerf Zazu’s involvement in Mufasa and Scar’s back and forth but you know I’m giving him a bigger role going forward so it’s a fair trade-off

Like the 2019 movie, I basically spell out the ‘Scar’ mystery straight away, and my explanation is somewhat similar. I planted the ‘mommy’ mystery in exchange, which I’ll reveal down the line if I can slip it in organically 

As far as voice acting goes, I have a couple things

JEJ obviously gave an amazing performance in the original, but that was 25 years ago, and it really shows in the remake. In general I think it’s a dumb decision to recast 90% of the characters but keep one, but here it hurt the movie especially. After talking with @kingmxfasa about it earlier (who also inspired a lot of the Mufasa dialogue) and running through some options, I think I’ve more or less settled on Norm Lewis, who I think has the bass that Mufasa’s voice requires, but doesn’t sacrifice warmth (or singing ability, which will be important later). He was the Phantom on Broadway for a while, as well as King Triton in the original Little Mermaid broadway show, so there’s that

Chiwetel Ejiofor is another one who I think did...fine, as Scar, but mostly ran into problems with bad directing. Still, if we’re recasting we may as well recast everyone, and my pick for Scar would be David Oyelowo. I think he does a fantastic job as Scar in The Lion Guard, and all he would really need to do to make the transfer would be to tone down the over-the-top and campyness of that role, but not lose so much of it so that Scar still has some personality. If you’ve seen him in other stuff then you know he’s a good enough actor to pull the role off. Also we know he can at least speak-sing, which is all you really need to do for Be Prepared

 Phil Lewis has always been my half-jokey fan-cast for Zazu, but it works. And screw it this thing isn’t actually getting made. It’s my rewrite and if I want to cast Mr. Moseby as Zazu then that’s who I’ll damn-well cast 

Rafiki’s Painting

I have the least to say about this one tbh, it’s a pretty short scene

I have to assume John Kani can’t sing, so I’m gonna go ahead and cast Lebo M. as Rafiki. Honestly, who can say he hasn’t earned it at this point? I don’t think he’s an actor, but that didn’t stop Beyonce now, did it?

I did debate on changing Rafiki’s species to something like a Hamadryas baboon, but decided against it. I really wanted to emphasize that he’s not exactly a solid part of the Pridelands, and his tree and the area around it and so far beyond their borders. It can be assumed he has the same relationship with like 5 other animal Kings

I don’t really know what sort of ‘natural paints’ Rafiki could be using here, but I’m sure there’s something so I just hand-waved it by having it not be ‘on screen’. I also liked how he spoke in Xhosa(?) during this scene in the remake, but I don’t know any Xhosa and I’m also a very very white man so yeah I’m not touching that

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