i'm kind of in a mood for some protective! vengeful! daddy kind of actions? So what if sis!shimada went out with a boy. Maybe she'd been wanting to date for a while, but sojiro kept denying her. Maybe Hanzo advised him to say yes to *one* date, with a reputable boy, just to get it out of her system. After all, he wouldn't want her sneaking off. So he allows one date, with some guards escorting her to-and-from. ~tmh
But, the guy isn't as reputable as he appeared on paper. His family are yakuza too, in drugs up to the neck, and he likes to test the stock. He slips something to sis!, or maybe she takes it after some pressure, but she has a reaction. A serious one. It all goes to shit.
Sis is hooked up in hospital, the best doctors around, after fitting and having her heart stop etc. And Sojiro is out. For. Blood. Not just the boy, but his family too. Anyone he can get, really. Or, imagine with Deadlock Daddy and poor bbycree!! Or daddy gabe/jack. Any of them really. ~tmh
Oh man, this really could work for every single one of them. Imagine the guy also has the balls to pull sister!reader away from the prying eyes of her guards. She knows that that means she’ll never get to go out again and her date will be in trouble but she goes anyway. She trusts him too easily and ends up sick and far away from the guards who would sprint to her side in a heartbeat. So she nearly dies and she’s in a coma Sojiro can’t even talk to his own daughter cause of this boy. Sojiro’s kept her healthy her whole life and then this scum has the nerve to come along and nearly take her life? Oh, Sojiro’s out for blood payment and really even after he takes the whole family, all their lives still won’t equal the near loss of his daughter’s.
Deadlock daddy’s livid when his daughter comes back with a black eye and little bruises littered on her body. A boy tried to force himself on her! McCree’s gonna have him brought in and let the cowboys have free reign of the boy. Play with him as you please, look what he did to my daughter. Make sure he never forgets this punishment. And what if it’s either Jack or Gabe’s daughter and the boy she went out with tried to drive her home drunk. They get into a crash and daughter!reader is much, much worse for wear than the boy is. So let’s say its Gabe’s daughter so he calls Jack and they double team beating the living shit out of this boy for pressuring his daughter to get in the car with him.
Skcudusjxgzfxx I just thought of pregnant daughter!cree letting her Deadlock!Daddy!Cree drink the milk out of her tits (I’m a disgusting person 😥)
He would actually be addicted to his sweet baby’s breast milk. She wears loose flowy dresses and makes it so easy for him to tug it down and suck on her tits whenever he’s feeling the thirst. Deadlock daddy doesn’t care where they’re at either. Whether it in the privacy of their own home where he can suckle her dry, or in the middle of the saloon on a busy night with all of his thugs sitting around, he’ll chase down a shot of whiskey with a long suckle of her milk and go right back to having crude conversation as if he didn’t just do that.
Shit I got another idea, we've discussed Granddaughter!Soldier and Sistermada together. But we've never discussed DadCree coming home to find his son and daughter in bed keeping one another company. DadCree finding his sweet, loudmouthed bandit easing his way into his shy little sister's panties. (Deadlock?) DadCree has to appreciate this. He sees so much of himself in his son. And he's gonna see even more when he slips on and in his son as he eats SisCree out to high heavens. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Mmmmm. Deadlock!Daddy comes home to find the door to his baby girl’s room is just slightly ajar, blown open a little by the wind. Daddy’s not supposed to be home yet. He’s gonna check up on her, but McSon’s room is closer than hers. Curious. Because his door is wide open and he’s nowhere to be found. So he presses on in search of his kids. Lucky for him he didn’t give himself away by calling out for either of them. Or he would have spooked them (at the very least McDaughter, for sure). He peaks through the doorway to find both of his kids in their underwear. McSon is talking sweet, a little dirty to his blushing, flustered sister. They’d been working on kissing and now he’d like to kiss her elsewhere.
Deadlock!Daddy just leans against the door frame and watches his kids fumble around with each other with a raging hardon. Of course his son can charm his way into anyone’s pants, including his sister’s. Until he can’t take just watching anymore and steps inside all casual talking about how daddy’s home and he’s here to run the show.
This just has me thinking about a dynamic with three McCrees. Like, imagine if this was Trans!Son and Cis!Daughter. They both want to have daddy’s baby. McSon is very loud, very vocal and persistent about getting pregnant. And McCree’s just like, “alright, alright you can have my baby.” But later in private with McDaughter she’s fuming because she wants to have his baby too! Why does her brother get the privilege just cause he’s loud about it? And McCree just has to sigh. “If you think I can’t get both of you brats pregnant, then well, I’m just gonna have to show you I can, I don’t see the issue here.”
Deadlock daddy with adorable shy daughter maybe her trying to ask her daddy if she can have his babys? Also im so glad your back!!! You are still the only blog that has made me have a orgasm so i truely treasure you...was that tmi? Whoops (0v0)
Pf! Not much is TMI around here~
One of these days he’s going to get you to admit it. He just wants to hear it come from your own lips: How addicted he has you, how you’ve become the cutest, most timid cock slut McCree’s ever seen. He’s gathered that you enjoy being ignored; you don’t need the attention just the meat in his pants.
It’s routine now, any moment you can find where he’s seated, and seated for long enough for you to wordlessly unbuckle his pants, play with and suckle his cock like it’s your new security blanket. So needy for it. Strange how the tables have turned, though it’s not like he’s denying you any of it, so that ain’t exactly a fair expression.
Turns out you’re quite the pillow princess in the bedroom, and McCree’s happy to serve you. Natural for a daddy to want to spoil his little girl so it seems only right. It’s normal par for the course for you to not ask for what you want but to show it. Ready to turn in for the night you lay down next him in the bed you share together. Arch your back, and grind your ass against his crotch, as you’re tugging down your panties.
McCree huffs, he’s a simple man and he gets the hint. Seeing as his blood is warm with whiskey, mind dirtied with thoughts of you, he was a cock flex away from trying to see if you were in the mood anyway.
Head already laying in the crook of his arm it’s easy for him to just… curl it around your neck in a soft stranglehold. Light enough to allow you to breathe, but strong enough to warrant that breathing to become heavier. Reaches down to take his cock out from the slit of his boxers. Lets it rest hot and heavy against the small of your back, while he slips a couple of fingers between your cheeks, pleased to find that you’re ready for him.
“Ya ever think ‘bout anythin’ else these days?” He teases as he massages the chest warming amount of slick around your hole. Bringing a vindicating bright pink, shamed blush to your cheeks.
You actually speak! Low, barely audible with your face turning away from him, trying to disappear into that damned pillow. “Not much.”
He kisses your cheek, grins against your ear as he presses the head of his cock to your entrance. McCree growls, bites your earlobe, and breaches your tight hole with a single roll of his hips.
“Mmmm; for shame, what’d I do teh deserve such a disgustin’ little girl?”
The breath catches in your chest as he continues to stretch you open and fill you up. The first string of quiet, breathy expletives leaving your lips as soon as you gather enough air to let them out. The muscle of his arm doesn’t allow you to easily hide your face. Allowing him to see all the beautiful twists and curls of pleasure that play across your features as he thrusts into you.
If he didn’t know better he’d think you were in pain. Being tortured, having a bad time. But he does know better, and you’re already clamping down around his length; walls rapidly fluttering; head thrown back. Crying out like some kinda bonafide porn star.
McCree wonders if his cock was attached to any other man if it would be able to pull you undone this quickly. Or if you just get off this much on fucking your papa. He’s of half the mind to try and test it. The thought of watching one of his thugs attempt to work the same amount of expression from you as he can, causes his cock to swell.
Convincing his timid baby girl to spread her legs for another man, and allow her papa to watch her do it? Now that would take some extra special coaxing and charm on his part. His train of thought comes to a halt, grins as you cum again. This time due to the hand he has wedged between your legs, absentmindedly toying with your clit, making you tremble.
“Daddy… nnng– ah… daddy? Daddy?”
Oh. You’re trying to speak to him. Not just proclaiming his name. He slows but doesn’t stop. Takes some time to really settle himself in deep.
“What’s the matter, darlin’?”
Then you turn your head to look at him. And this throws him off a little, makes him pause for a moment. That’s unusual, even when you’re just talking to him in the moments of everyday life, bold eye contact is rare.
“Can I have your baby?” You ask in a whisper, with puppy dog eyes and a little pout, he’s not the only one who can turn on the charms.
“Ya want me teh knock ya up?”
You nod with certainty. McCree can see both the fire and sincerity in your eyes. Goosebumps raised on the inside of your thighs as they clamp down on his hand. Cheeks flushing ruby red at the mere thought. His own chest simmers at the idea, thrusting into you roughly, deeply, arm tightening around your neck.
So what if deadlock daddy sees his lil girl and she got a tattoo on her hand thats McCrees deadlock symbol and it says something like Daddys Angel and then later he finds out she got a tramp stamp rather close to her butt that says property of daddy. Also you think McCree has any tattoos? (0v0)
Oh my gosh, just imagine McCree’s tattoo from his Blackwatch skin just instead of “Deadlock Rebels” it says “Daddy’s Angel.” That on McCree’s baby girl’s wrist would be so cute and Deadlock daddy would love staring at it, holding her hand just so he can look at the tattoo. And flipping up her skirt and/or taking her from the back more often so he can gander at that tramp stamp.
After McCree losing the arm with the tattoo, cause I still HC Deadlock daddy losing it somehow (maybe trying to protect his little girl, hmmm), I can see him either getting it on his other arm, or maybe he gets it on his back or his chest instead. Oof, just imagine him getting a tattoo in honor of daughter!reader it’s maybe something simple like just her (your) name on his forearm or maybe his shoulder in some nice script. Or maybe dress it up with her (your) starsign in the background of the script. I could see McCree getting more classic tattoos like stuff that represents the desert he lives in. All classic-style stuff like a gnarley coyote, a scorpion, maybe a snake. He would be really hot with a sleave.
Imagine SS!Daughter giving her first blowjob. McCree’s trying to be patient with her, the poor thing doesn’t much know what she’s doing and she’s just so cute, trying so hard.
Oh gosh, I could see her sitting on her knees, between his legs, just staring at her Daddy’s fat, daunting cock like how is she going to do anything with this thing? McCree’s just sitting back, cigar in hand, waiting patiently for her to get up the courage to give it a try. He could give her step by step instructions, but he’d rather just let she find her own way (so like a daddy).
Makes sure to groan and growl whenever she does something that feels good. SS!Daughter seems to really enjoy licking his length, tracing his veins, playing with his ridges with the tip of her tongue. Sucking on the head of his cock ‘til she salivates so much she’s drooling all over the thing. And tell’s her when to mind something that doesn’t feel good.
It takes a while for her to find a rhythm/technic that works for her. Not that Daddycree minds that one bit. He knows how lucky he is to have this little girl nestled between his legs.
Do you do fluff? What about a mini thing with deadlock leader Jesse where some deadlock thugs are being bullies to his young daughter? How's he gonna react? Btw i love your NSFW stuff. It never fails to ruin my panties
“This here dress’a yours kinda short ain’t it?” The young cowboy to your right asks. Walks up behind you and cranes his neck to look rudely at the underside of your dress.
Rolling your eyes you toss a hand full of clothes into your basket. Just another day dealing with Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber, as you call them. When you don’t say a thing to them the other young cowboy to your left hums a question, “Ya gonna answer us, girl?”
Sighing heavily you continue working on getting your laundry out of one of the communal laundry room dryers. It’s no surprise to you that the ill-mannered ingrates caught you isolating yourself and decided to take advantage. Are now flanking you on both sides like wild dogs.
“Fuck off,” you demand; deadpan.
They both let off mocking “oOOooohs“ and cackle at your attempt to get them to leave. They already know you don’t like them. That you don’t want to deal with them; and don’t care. “Simmer down the attitude, girl. We just askin’ a question,” Tweedledumb states in a sing-song manner. Having a good time.
“Can’t believe your daddy allows you to wear such temptin’ dresses,” Tweedledumber says as he’s getting a little too close for your comfort. Though if you’re being truthful, any distance where you can see or hear them is too fucking close. His presence just next to you is making you so heated with irritation, that your jaw starts to grind. “Don’t he know your just a– a pretty lil’ thing livin’ amongst a bunch’a dirty cowboys?”
“Don’t’chu remember he’s the boss a’you dirty cowboys?” You ask, shooting him a look full of daggers.
Right about now’s the time when you should be trying to get the hell outa dodge. You don’t even wanna bother with the rest of the laundry, cause you know you gotta bend over to get it. They’d just use that as more ammunition to shoot more unwanted attention towards you. Start snickering about how much of a slut you are. It’s only a matter of time.
Both of the men have closed in on you. With predatory, ignorant stares that make it clear they ain’t anywhere near close to being done tryna push you around. All topped off with shit-eating grins on their faces. Grins attached to big bodies that you just can’t push past without feeling like you might escalate things beyond your control.
“Maybe you two dummies should reconsider bein’ bullies towards your leader’s daughter.”
Then Tweedledumber reaches up and places his hand underneath your chin. Skims his fingers along your neck. Whispers, “Maybe McCree should consider keepin’ his good girl on a tighter leash.”
“McCree seems like a God damn push over to me,” Tweedledumb says as he goes to shove his hand under your dress, “I’m thinkin’ he wouldn’t mind us messin’ with ya a little bit.”
Tweedledumb and dumber are too busy putting their hands on you to notice your pop walk through the door. Curiously Jesse reads the situation. Gains a full understanding of just how cornered and done you are from a brief glimpse of your face. He flicks his cigarillo to the side. Approaches the scene with his hat pulled down low on his head.
It’s only when his shadow looms over the three of you that they notice someone has finally caught them in the act. And it’s the worst possible someone that it could have been.
Cool, calm, and precise Jesse snatches up both of their offending hands. One in each of his own, and bends their fingers back ‘til the digits snap and let off the most unsettling, sickening sets of cracks you’ve ever heard.
Jesse lets them both go as they start cursing and wailing. Falling to the floor clutching their wrists. With open mouths, they stare at their broken fingers with tears in their eyes. Slamming their feet against the ground tryna fight back the pain. Chests heaving, on the verge of having full-blown panic attacks.
McCree casually leans back against the washer on the other side of you. Leisurely pulls out another cigarillo from his pocket, along with a lighter. Nudges you with a smirk on his face, and asks, “Was that what you’d call ‘too much’?”
You look down at the boys with a dark stare. You’d been dealing with them for so long that you hardly feel any sympathy. In fact, you don’t feel any at all. Without hesitation, you say, “Na. I thought that was just about right.”
He nods, pleased that you think so, as he lights up his cigar. Meanwhile, Tweedledumb has started balling, sniffling and trying to wipe away the snot from under his nose with a bare arm. Tweedledumber is vehemently disagreeing with your assessment of their punishment. Via a long string of barely coherent protesting curses.
“Sometimes a young man has got to learn hard lessons,” Jesse starts up, looking down at his own mechanical arm. As if how he lost that is anything comparable to two sleazy boys harassing a girl. “Them fingers ‘er never gonna feel the same. Their gonna ache on cold nights, and seize up when ya need ‘em to work the most. You’ll remember this for the rest’a your lives.”
“We were jus’ playin’ with her!” Tweedledumb spits through tears. What a bubble-blowing-baby the cocky boy has turned into. The sight tickles you so much you just have to grin. A prickle of pride in your belly, because of all those tears, all that snot, is a direct consequence of messing with you.
“Playin’?” Jesse questions with a low, threatening growl in his voice. He pushes himself up off of the washer. As he approaches Tweedledumb, the boy scoots back across the floor. Thinking he’s about to get his guts kicked in. You kinda wish your daddy would. “Think makin’ my little girl uncomfortable is fun, boy?”
“N-n–no, sir.”
Jesse nods once, just as he thought. Then he gestures towards the door. “You both know where the infirmary is. Git.”
They both scramble to get up off the ground and then skitter out the door like scolded dogs with their tails between their legs. Jesse watches them go, then turns his attention towards you. Extends his arm, and you automatically, eagerly wedge yourself underneath it. He hugs you close to his chest and rocks you back and forth while he takes a couple of tokes of his cigar. Then he squeezes you so tight you have to groan and complain about it.
“Next time I want’cha to holler, ya hear?”
You simply shrug in response. McCree’s dealt with your silence enough to know what it means. You wanted to handle it yourself. He’s too busy. He’s got too much big, important nonsense to deal with. So much he can’t or shouldn’t have to be worrying about your little nonsense. You don’t wanna be too needy, too much of a–
“Eh!” He shakes your shoulders ‘til you look at him. When you do he says, “My little girl is never a burden on her daddy, understand? Next time, sick your old man on ‘em.”
“Okay, daddy, I got it.”
“I gotta real mean bite,” he says, while simultaneously play growling at you. Swings you around like you’re a ragdoll ‘til he gets a good, hardy giggle outa you. After several loud, but hardly adamant protests, McCree lays you back down against the dryer. He leans against it with one arm and places his other on his hip.
“I’d rip their throats out for ya in a heartbeat. In less then a heartbeat if I could,” he says with the utmost sincerity in his tone of voice and face.
Maybe it’s not exactly right that a statement like that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. But that one sure did. Leaning forward you give him a quick peck on the cheek. “I know ya would, daddy.”
A concept about SS!Daughter: when she’s /finally/ ready to let her daddy tear her up she gets so overwhelmed by the feeling of being so aroused that she’s a crying, whimpering mess, and Daddycree’s comforting his baby while he fucks her good and deep, telling her how good she’s being in between (but still unable to help being vulgar as always), not letting her know that her cute little cries are just making him even harder.
I think of SS!Daughter as being so, damn, sensitive. Unlucky (pf! lucky) for her she’s got a daddy who is hung as a prized stallion. And McCree can’t believe how expressive she is, he thought she’d be quiet, that he’d have to coax her into expressing how she’s feeling. But she’s moaning and shaking, hanging onto him with clawed hands that are painfully tight and he loves it, encourages his shy baby girl to leave her marks on him. He’s talking so damn dirty to her, all the words that usually make her tummy curl are now turning her on so much. She just needed to hear them in the right situation to really appreciate her daddy’s crudeness.
Now that she’s had him first ain’t nobody ever going to be able to satisfy her like he can. And when she’s out and about and McCree is being his usual crude self she has a new found appreciation for it, as it reminds her of their intimate times. So she doesn’t mind the crudeness as much as she used to. Now, for the most part, it just turns her on.
