Yeah uhhhhh I'll get a McChrist on a stick
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Yeah uhhhhh I'll get a McChrist on a stick
Jsjwjxbdjsksjdjeie McSon and McDad both being under investigation for ignoring blue flags
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.”
I got some cute soft nasty for you! DadCree taking his son to get his nipples pierced. Son (maybe hes a talker/extrovert like his daddy since McDaughter is shy?) is so excited and is blabbing about it in the truck as theyre driving a bit far out to get a shop that's clean and more professional. Son wants daddy to hold his hand as he gets them done. In the end son mentions you know they don't hurt that bad! The hard part is keeping daddy off his tits for the weeks it takes for them to heal up!
McSon is practically bouncing out of the passenger seat the entire way there. He’s a fidgeter and can’t seem to sit still. Feet up on the dash, feet back down. He leans forward, he sits back. Fiddles with the radio station, and tries to distract his daddy a little while he’s driving. McCree lightly scolds him cause he won’t have McSon making him crash the car. The person piercing McSon’s nipples thinks it’s so darn sweet that they feel comfortable enough to hold hands during the procedure. Meanwhile, McCree is trying to control himself. He keeps fixating on his son’s chest, and that probably wouldn’t get quite the nice reception from the piercer. Afterward, in order to satiate his daddy’s need to lavish his tits, McCree is given the duty of tending to the piercings.
Hi I’d like to be Fernando Alonso please and thank you.
You ever look at someone and think “you are my reason for happiness. My joy is a result of your joy"?
Yeah me neither, weird right?