shitty uncle ruins good day, more at 11

Can you please do a daddy!McCree and babygirl!reader where Jesse wants to bring another girl into the relationship and reader is kinda a brat and throws a fit Which Jesse does not put up with? (But in the end, he doesn't bring in another girl bc he's a sucker)

McCree:

It had been something he thought about for some time now, bringing another girl in just to spice things up. Jesse figured that you’d like being able to boss some girl around in the bedroom, let you work out any frustrations while he was out on missions. He loved you more than anything in the world and no one made him happier than you did, there was no way she would get in the way of your relationship with Jesse.

However, that was something you were failing to see and the mere mention of Jesse having someone come into what the two of you had going on made you want to cry. Not because you were sad. Oh no, you were pissed off and that meant you were going to throw one of the tantrums that your daddy hated. Normally you wouldn’t be able to get away with half of the stuff you’d do, but hr was a little more lenient with you when you were in little space. 

You’d been sitting on the floor in front of him, leaning back against his legs while he sat on the couch and played with your hair when he gave the top of your head a little tap while he cleared his throat. “Ya know, sugar, I’ve been thinkin’ that it might be fun if we brought another little one over so the three of us could play together. What do ya think about that?” It took you a moment to process what he had said to you, a playmate might be fun but the fact that he would be involved as well made a bubble of jealousy rise to the surface.

“No! I’m not gonna share my daddy,” you huffed, turning your head towards him with your eyes narrowed and a pout already forming on your lips. It was bad enough that you had to let him go to work while you were stuck inside all day long, how could he think that you’d be okay with splitting the amount of time you spent with him. His hand came down to run his fingers through your hair again, wanting to calm you down a little, but you were quick to slap his hand away and scoot away from him with your arms crossed over your chest. Both of you had a bit of a temper and you could see the anger building up in his face, you didn't particularly care though since he had been the one to bring up something so upsetting. He should have known you wouldn’t like hearing something like that. 

Jesse let out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, taking a breath before he reached down to try to grab you again. “Don’t be like that sweetheart. Why don’t we at least talk about it a little, maybe try it once just to see if ya like it?” 

“No! No no no no!” you practically screeched as you stretched your legs out in front of you so you could slam the heel of your foot down against the floor every time the word ‘no’ came out of your mouth. You could see that he was already getting tired of your theatrics, tapping his foot against the floor as he stared at you. That, of course, didn’t stop you from flopping down onto your back so you could pound your fists against the floor as well. This didn’t last long since Jesse reached out and grabbed you tight by the ankle, barely putting any effort into dragging you forward before he scooped you up and threw you over his lap. His manhandling didn’t stop your rage, slapping your hands against his outer thigh and down his leg to try to get him to let you go. “Stop! You’re a meanie Daddy, let me go!” 

It seemed like he wasn’t listening because he used one hand to pin you down by the waist while the other went down to yank your shorts and panties down so they were pooled around your ankles. You kept on whining and screeching until you suddenly felt a sharp slap right on your perked up ass, drawing a surprised yelp from your lips before you felt the harsh sting. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes when you felt the second hit and they spilled over on the fourth. By the time he’d gotten to the tenth slap you were a blubbering mess in his lap, whining out apologies as you slumped over his legs. His metallic arm felt nice and cool as he gently slid it across your red cheeks, soothing the heat that rose from them. You sobbed softly as he continued to comfort you as he hummed out, “Alright sugar, I forgive ya. I won’t talk about any of that no more, alright? You just keep on bein’ my good girl.”