Momma

With this one, I thought about my own relationship with my husband and how he’s different when it’s just the two of us. Others might call his behaviour ‘out of character.’ I drew inspiration from that idea for this.

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Your battle-worn and lovable boy, Jesse McCree, stepped in the front door. He moved like the weight of the past few days had taken up residence in his boots. He had discarded his cigarillo long before, just like you required. No smoking in the house. Your smile drooped into a frown when you saw the state of him.

“You’re filthy! Have you been rolling in the dirt?!”

“I roll, Momma, that’s what I do,” he replied, referring to his combat roll.

“Well…take these off,” you said, gesturing to his clothes. “Baby needs a bath.”

Jesse loved the idea, but he had to make a grumpy fuss first like the tired child he was.

“But Momma!” he complained.

“But nothing! Strip,” you ordered, pointing at the floor where you expected his clothes to end up.

You watched him unstrap and wiggle leisurely out of his gear, with dull thuds and the jingle of his belt. The movement of removing the clothes made them rain a layer of dirt and dust onto the floor. But the foyer was tiled. Nothing a quick sweep wouldn’t fix.

“Undies, too!”

He scoffed. “Fine.”

He slipped off his boxers to reveal a half-hard length. He was just happy to see you. All that was left was his hat.

“Naughty,” you chided.

He smiled, most of it in his eyes. Then he flung his arms wide.

“C’mere, Momma!” he said, taking you in a hug. “I want my hug!”

You stiffened as he gathered you to his dirty self. Your naughty boy nuzzled his dirt-caked beard into your neck, humming like this was better than a couple of fingers of whiskey after his long day. When he stepped back, he realized his mistake.

“Sorry, Momma.” He took his hat off. “But, ya know, this just means you’ll have to join me.”

He winked.

“Well, I guess I have to,” you complained dramatically.

He laughed while you joined him down to your birthday suit.

“You gonna carry me to the bath, Momma?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Your hand flew out to pinch his exposed nipple.

“Ow!” he exclaimed, his feet dancing up and down from the pain. “Fine.”

Your boy Jesse had the figure of what you’d call a starved bear. Nice and fuzzy and cuddly-looking, with the soft curves of his muscles. But minus all the bulk of a real bear.

“I’ll clean your hat for you later.” You held your hand out.

He gave you the hat. You hung it up near the door where it belonged. Rubbing at his chest hair produced more dirt that fell to the floor. You scoffed, he shrugged, and you led him to the bathroom.

You drew your dirty boy a bath. A little on the scalding side, just like he preferred.

“Isn’t that a nice view.”

You straightened up from leaning over the bath.

“Get in.”

Just stepping in made Jesse groan in relief. He sank down into the water, eyes rolling up, and lips parting. Then he lay back. You sat on the toilet.

“Momma?”

“Mm?”

“A man doesn’t need bubbles. But he does need his duck.”

“Alright, Baby.”

You placed the yellow rubber duckie with the tiny cowboy hat in the water. He flicked at it, making it bob and sway.

“What about Tio Pato?”

“Alright, you twisted my arm. Give ‘im here.”

You pulled another duck from the shelf and placed it next to the cowboy duck. This duck had a tiny sombrero and mustache on his bill.

If only the other members of Overwatch could see him now. But he was happy, and that’s all that mattered. You soaped him up real nice while he told you about his day.

“I liberated a nice omnic dame from a box. She’s needed in the fight against Talon.”

You lathered circles across his chest.

“Run into any trouble?”

“Just an old acquaintance I mentioned before. Ashe.” He lifted his arms to let you scrub his pits. “She’s predictable. I handled her.”

“Not literally, I hope.”

He gasped. “I would never, Momma.”

You laughed. “I know.”

Jesse finished his story, and you told him briefly about your day. Dull in comparison to his.

“You should be grateful for that,” he always said.

“I am. Because I have you,” you said, punctuating your sentence with a peck to his temple.

He blushed. “Aww, Momma.”

You handed him a towel as he rose from the bath nice and clean. He towelled off sloppily, more interested in your nakedness. He sat on the towel on the edge of the tub.

“What?” you asked, as he gazed at you.

“I need somethin’ for my oral fixation,” he purred.

You let him draw you closer with his arms around your waist. His warm lips closed around your nipple. You sighed, loving where this was going.