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could i please get the trope of “pass the salt daddy” for mccree, hanzo, gabe and soldier?

blackwatchladies:

Jesse McCree

You sit at the dinner table with your parents and your
boyfriend, Jesse. He’s meeting them for the first time and you’re both a little
nervous. Jesse can come on a little strong at times and you just want your
parents to love him as much as you do. You’re eating the pasta that your mom
has cook but you think it’s missing something but the salt is across the table,
in between Jesse and your dad.

Taking a quick drink of water and setting the glass back on
the table, you speak up. “Can you pass the salt Daddy?”

“Sure thing, sugar,” both Jesse your father say, reaching
for the salt shaker. Their hands touch momentarily before your dad removes his
hand away violently. He looks mortified while Jesse looks rather amused.

“Well ain’t this something,” your boyfriend chuckles. He
reaches over and hands you the salt. You’re not even sure if you still want it.


Hanzo Shimada

Dinner with your parents and Hanzo is going great. You
decided to introduce him to them since you’re finally home after months out in
the field. Everything is going great and your father’s cooking tastes fantastic
as always. But you find it’s missing a bit of salt.

You set your fork to the side of your plate and ask, “Daddy?
Can you pass me the salt shaker?”

Your father and Hanzo’s hands touch as they both grab the
salt shaker. Hanzo immediately looks mortified while your dad chuckles at what
just happened.

“Don’t worry Hanzo,” your dad grabs the salt and hands it to
you. You’re too ashamed to look at him in the eyes. “The same happened to me
with y/n’s father.”

You’re not sure who feels more embarrassed, you or Hanzo. At
least your dad is amused by the situation.


Gabriel Reyes

You weren’t sure how dinner with your parents and Gabe was
going to go. Your boyfriend is a few years older than you and your parents want
nothing but the best for you. You’re quietly munching to your food as your
father and Gabe talk back and forth.

You momentarily interrupt their conversation, so you can add
some salt to your dinner. “Daddy, can you please pass me the salt?”

They both stop talking and reach for the salt shaker that’s
in between them. Gabe laughs at what has happened and you can’t tell if your
dad finds it just as hilarious or is angry. Either way, you can’t look at him.

“I don’t think the first introduction is going so great, Cariño,”
Gabe teases.

Only Gabriel could find the situation amusing and not at all
mortifying. Maybe a comet will strike your house and you won’t have to look
your parents in the eyes again.


Jack Morrison

You’re dating the famous Strike Commander; Jack Morrison and
your mother couldn’t be prouder. Your father on the hand needs some convincing.
When your mom found out she insisted you bring Jack to dinner to persuade your
dad’s mind. So far, it’s going great.

Now you’re all sitting at the table, quietly munching away
as the conversation has come to a loll. Breaking the silence, you ask, “Daddy,
can you please pass the salt?”

Both Jack and your father go to grab it but stop with their
arms awkwardly in the air as they realize what has happened. Jack quickly
retracts his hand and places it behind his head, looking extremely embraced and
your father just looks pissed.

Your dad grabs the salt, and slams it onto the table beside
you. “Now isn’t this an interesting first meeting.”

You grab the salt shaker and try to ignore your father for
the moment, hoping the ground would just swallow you whole. 

-Mod Noelle

If your still doing the smut promps, I’d love to see you write a little bit of embarrassed Hanzo. If you already got this request, I apologize.

shes-claws-deep:

You’re alright 🙂 Haven’t gotten many embarrassed prompts.

It is rare that Hanzo meditates in the same room and the same time as Genji, so rare that the younger brother gapes at the sight of his brother’s broad form sitting upon the tatami mat. The cyborg doesn’t say a word but creeps closer, kneeling down gingerly on a cushion next to Hanzo as though approaching a prey animal.

Luckily for him, Hanzo merely cracks open an eye and closes it again, sighing a deep sigh and rolling his shoulders. “Genji.”

“Aniki,” Genji nods in return and is about to turn his attention to the arresting scenery when he spots the deep marks that were gouged into his brother’s back and neck. “Uhhh, aniki?”

“Hm?” Hanzo doesn’t even bother to turn his head to acknowledge his brother.

“Are those…are those scratches on your back?” the cyborg points out, though he doesn’t mention the dark bite marks on the archer’s neck, nor does he mention the hickies that are visible around the nape of his neck. 

Immediately, Hanzo stiffens and his eyes pop open. Heat rises in his cheeks and Genji thinks his brother might light on fire if he were to blush more. His hands twitch and he forcibly, in an attempt at nonchalance, tugs up the collar of his shirt so it sits high on his neck. It still doesn’t hide the dark marks or the reddened skin, though Hanzo’s blush does start to hide them quite well as the flush travels down his neck. 

The silence between them turns awkward as Hanzo is torn between attempting indifference or running away as fast as his legs can take him.  Luckily, his decision is made for him.

“So…” Genji starts, and Hanzo’s head swivels over in horror, “Who screamed more? You, or her?”

It turns out that it’s Genji who screams the most, in laughter anyway, particularly when his brother throws him out the window in mortified embarrassment.

Reinhardt with 15

shes-claws-deep:

“Would you like some sugar with your tea, miss?” Reinhardt bends over at the waist to offer you your teacup atop a silver tray. His beefy pecs are almost bulging out of the small cups of his grey and blue costume, seeming to nearly fall out with every breath he takes.

You smile at him and take the cup from him, your free hand rising to caress the globe of his toned ass and the attached bunny tail lustfully. “No, no sugar with my tea. Although…” Taking a sip, you point to the floor by your feet, indicating for him to kneel. “I could use some sugar.”

He laughs and sets the tray on the side table and adjusts his ears as you fiddle with them. “You’re incorrigible, miss.” 

Now that he’s at a more comfortable height, you sling your legs over his broad shoulders and flick the bunny ears again. “With you as my playboy bunny?” You lick his lips seductively, leaving him to lean in for more when you pull away, “I can’t resist.” 

overdrivels:

Hanzo heard the ominous cry of “speed boost!” and the surprised laughter of D.Va. It’s common enough that it’s not something he pays too much attention as he keeps walking down the hall.

However, he soon comes to regret that decision when a blur of color passes him by. (To his credit, he does turn with the intention to strike, but seeing Hana’s grinning face duck under his arm makes him halt.)

Two, three soft thuds, and then pink and green are tearing down the hall, faster than he can catch.

His chest tingles.

He runs tentative fingers over the places where Hana presses something again him and looks.

To his horror and annoyance, it’s not ink–it’s actual lipstick, the oily stain coloring his fingers and glove. Three kiss marks blotch his chest, and a sudden sense of very aged anger flares through him. The days of Genji stumbling through the door, green hair and red lipstick all over his face and chest and once-clean shirt flashes through his mind. He knows from Genji’s proud exclamations from their teenage years that these markings will be difficult to remove.

“Oh!”

He sees a giggling Mei and Tracer coming out of a room whose eyes are trained directly on the markings on his chest.

Hanzo puts on the other half of his gi for once, and rushes back to his room with an, “Excuse me.”