the mother of 4 fictional mens childern

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This blog has NSFW content and writes topics that some may consider taboo, if that is the case you may block me but do not hate on my account.

I go by mothy/mother and I call my followers/ viewers my "mothlings"

any ideas I post about/aka my "hear me outs" there always available to use as long as I'm tagged and credited for the idea

i don't currently have a posting schedule but I'm trying to create one

asks are always open!

i only write for Call Of Duty

my 4 husbands: "Soap" "Nikolai" "Gaz" "Graves"

What I'm comfortable writing

DDDND

NSFW

Death/gore

Hurt/no comfort

Hurt/comfort

Fauxest

Incest

Somno

Stalking

Kidnapping

DD/LG

MD/LB

but I mostly write pretty vanilla stuff

if you don't like these things that is completely ok and there will be a cw/tw before each one is brought up thank you love. if you have a request with one of these things then go ahead and send it. but I would like the make this clear, I will never write anything involving children. pretty much everything else is free range tho

i'm a 18+ account, be warned

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ME:

i mean shiiiiiit you cant be talking all that when papi chulo is ovulating

You: leaning back in an office chair, feet kicked up on prices desks, very loudly shoving Pringles into your mouth "mm y'know captain" munch munch "you look like my uncle, if he was like" munch "was like old and fat and tired and old and gay."

Price: glarring hard as you get chip crumbs all over the place, his brow furring further as you lick the chips up and down before eating them "sergeant."

You: "what's good sir?"

first time writing age regression kinda nervous.

you thought playing a little prank on your boyfriend Simon would be funny.

you walk into your room and flop down on the bed with Simon, he's scrolling through some app. you cuddle up to his side burrying your face against his neck "mm my love?" "yes dove?" "we don't have any plans for the 18th right? I'm going on a trip with my friend its her birthday" he looks down at you, waiting for you to say your joking or you got the date wrong, because the 18th is his birthday, surely you didn't forget. you heart twists a little at the look he gives you, face a bit scrunched in confusion "what...?" he asks, voice abit gruffer then usual "the 18th" you continue "you don't mind me leaving for a few days right?" "love my birthdays on the 18th..." you pause, pretending to think for a second "oh yeah. we can just celebrate another time its not a big one any ways right? how old are you turning again?" he simply could not process what you just said to him, celebrate another time? and you didn't even remember how old he was turning, its his mother all over again, making him wait entire moths after his birthday and all he would get when she did remember was a short trip to the park. "yeah...we'll celebrate another time...and 35 I think" he isn't turn 35 he's turning 37, a big difference he figured you would catch, that's what he needed, you to correct him, just that one little thing would make him happ-"oh yeah 35." you nod, but you know damn well your boyfriend is turning 37, he was so excited to go to that museum with you. he nods, face gone cold now and gets up "where ya goin'?" you ask, feigning innocence. "bathroom." you cant help but wince a little at his tone as he storms off, ok that's enough time to tell him your joking.

you walk from the room to the bathroom door, it's locked when you try the handle. you're about to call out to him but then you hear a choked sob combined with sniffles. you knock gently on the door "Simon?" "go away mama..." more sniffles and soft crying. "Simon baby...let me in come on" when he didn't unlock the door you headed straight for the kitchen to grab the key from the junk drawer you keep promising to clean out. when you get inside the bathroom you see Simon sittingin the furthest corner, inside the bath tub fully clothed. most of his body covered by the curtain but you can see his knees drawn up to his chest as he cry's into the sleeve of his hoodie, hood pulled up over his face. you walk over slowly sitting down outside the bath tub "sweet boy...look at me" you didn't wait for him to look up before you started talking "are you feeling little right now?" he nods slowly against his sleeve, a whine bubbling up in his throat. "ok, did mama upset you?" another nod "I'm so sorry baby, it was just a prank, I didn't forget your birthday at all." he lifts his head enough for his eyes to peak out, tears clinging to his lashes "didn't forget?" "yes, I would never ever forget. I thought the prank would be funny, mama will never do that again" he wipes his face and crawls closer to you on his hand and knees. he slowly gets out of the bathtub and burrys his face in your neck "...still going to the buggy museum?" "oh of course, are you excited to see all the beetles" you run your fingers up his back to his neck, making the crawl like a bug, you melt at the little giggle he gives you. "so excited! there's gonna be sooo many and we're gonna see them all and learn about them and" you listened as your boy went on and on and on about the museum. yeah, maybe no more pranks.

no but IF I HAVE TO CHOOSE

gaz once walked outside late at night to have a quick smoke and saw you sitting on the ground next to the dumpsters eating fruity pebbles in spandex pants and a sweater vest that didn't have sleeves. he just stared. when you looked up and looked eyes with him you acted like he was the weird one "uh didn't your mama ever teach you its rude to stare garrick? shoo I'm eating." his face scrutched up and he opened his mouth to argue but just let out a defeated sigh and went back inside.

there was another time, you and soap were talking about childhood in his car while on a snack run. somehow the conversion ended up on the topic of donuts "oooh yeah, loved donuts when I was a wee lad, one of the many reasons my stomach was practically bursting at the seams" "heh. y'know my mom used to have this rule where I could only eat the long ones because I liked sticking my tongue through the hole of the other ones and putting them back in the box. wouldn't do it with the long ones tho." you smile softly recounting the memory, ah what a trouble maker you are were. but when you glance back at soap he is most definitely not smiling. he was starring at the road with a disgusted look on him face "Bon, that's absolutely rank."

Ghost has more than once felt you flick the viable veins on his arms, muttering to yourself about how easy it would be to just drain him of all his blood. he also has the pleasure of knowing you'd also like to make the wound with your teeth. you will rattle to him how much you'd like to sink your teeth into it, lick up alllll his blood. he would be lying if he said he didn't jerk off to the idea of you covered in his blood. you as well constantly are calling Ghost "little lad" he absolutely isn't little, hasn't been in a long long time, but he cant help the little flutter in his chest when you do.

Playing games like truth or dare, or 2 truths 1 lie with you is impossible, your willing to do any dare or given any truth! soap made you trip a captain once, the pair of you were playing in the hall way and it was soaps turn. and you actually did it, just stuck your foot out and tripped that poor man. 2 truths 1 lie is worse tho because your actually so batshit. "ok 2 truths 1 lie, I've had skin on my ass removed to put the loose skin on my ear lobes, I hate fetty wap and I've fallen out of exactly 148 buildings. guess." "if the lie isn't the last one then we need to have a chat in my office." "I fucking love fetty wap." "luv why the hell did you need skin on your ear lobes!" "they were thin! I was self conscious!"