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Personally my friend and I call Shiro x Hunk x Keith Heiro (pronounced hero) because it suits all of them and is hella cute lmao
It does!! Tho I know some people use Hiro fo only shiro and hunk and it might be bit confusing trying to figure out what Heiro is? Most people I know of either use Shunkeith or Sheithunk :D
i’m laughing bc in shunkeith…. keith…. never has to top. he’s the most spoiled bottom of anybody ever in anyone’s life. he will if the mood strikes him but why the hell would he if shiro and hunk adore lavishing praise on him?? adore bending him and taking him soft, hard, long and fast? and that boy loves all of it
shunkeith tho...i think shiro would be so sweet, holding and petting lil keith as he tries to fit hunk inside him and then maybe...how soft and gentle shiro is when he's prepping keith to take them both
oh geez… shiro whispering into his ear while keith lays on top of him, hands all over his stomach, rubbing his nips and watching as hunk grips keith’s thighs, spreading them as he watches himself ease inside, and shiro slipping his hand down keith’s stomach to feel it. ‘you feel that, kitten? d’you feel how big hunk is… filling you…’ and keith nods fervently, his temple sweating, and hunk gives a few thrusts, muttering with so much adoration, ‘feels so good… oh god…’
then shiro slips his hand, the flesh and blood one, to keith’s rim, smiling up at hunk as he feels him thrust inside, and slowly, so gently and carefully, works his fingers one by one through his rim, teasing hunk as he does, and it takes some time, but man…. the huge gasp and groan that keith lets out when shiro finally nudges inside is loud, hoarse, and both shiro and hunk’s hands on him, muttering, ‘god, keith, you’re doing so well, baby, look at you… you’re so full…’ and hunk is this close to busting but he manages to keep going, sliding along shiro’s cock, who’s also on the very edge, and keith? with hunk pressing so tightly against his prostate every stroke, he milks him as he comes hard and long over shiro’s hand where he just barely touched his cock, spurting over his stomach and shivering, trembling down to his toes
hunk makes keith soothing tea with honey and spices and shiro gives him the softest blanket they own and kiss his face, his neck, everywhere. they’re so gentle and good to him :’’’)
This is based off that shunkeith parenthood au i wrote for @sednamode‘s birthday c’: those can be read here (or here, on ao3)
i’ll probably post this and like two others on ao3 tomorrow!
Edit: Now on AO3!
Musings
Keith scrubbed past the bubbles on his arms, bottom lip sucked between his teeth in concentration. Warm water splashed as high as his elbows, soaking his shirt and the counter with the waves he created.
Hunk passed by to press a kiss against the nape of his exposed neck, his ponytail having been tied up and out of the way at the apex of his skull. His nose scrunched up at the tickle, and he splashed Hunk with a few suds, catching a nearby Shiro in the process.
Shiro leaned away, a startled laugh escaping into his coffee. Steamy hazelnut flooded his nose, and he cracked a smile as he regarded the two of them.
and some more shunkeith parenthood au because i have no self-control and the idea haunted me for like four days now.
Find it on AO3 here.
The thermometer beeped, and Keith had to take a moment to steel himself before he looked at the reading.
Only to release a hissed breath as the numbers blinked back at him. Serena had a mild fever, and it was only Keith at home to take care of her. Both Shiro and Hunk had been invited on a conference— and Keith had, of course, been invited to come too, but he adamantly refused to leave Serena with a sitter.
“Shiro is the better pilot of the two of us.” He’d said. “Plus, he has the whole… smiling thing.”
Hunk had quirked a brow at him, in the way the Keith knew he found what had been said funny, but didn’t want to smile at it because he was being serious.
“We’ll be fine.” He promised, like an idiot. “Call me when you land.”
This is based off that shunkeith parenthood au i wrote for @sednamode‘s birthday c’: those can be read here (or here, on ao3)
i’ll probably post this and like two others on ao3 tomorrow!
Musings
Keith scrubbed past the bubbles on his arms, bottom lip sucked between his teeth in concentration. Warm water splashed as high as his elbows, soaking his shirt and the counter with the waves he created.
Hunk passed by to press a kiss against the nape of his exposed neck, his ponytail having been tied up and out of the way at the apex of his skull. His nose scrunched up at the tickle, and he splashed Hunk with a few suds, catching a nearby Shiro in the process.
Shiro leaned away, a startled laugh escaping into his coffee. Steamy hazelnut flooded his nose, and he cracked a smile as he regarded the two of them.
hello, yes I am very stressed university student so can I please have some shunkeith comfort? Maybe Hunk is upset/anxious/stressed (my precious boy) and shiro and keith give him cuddles to make him feel better? When you nhave the time, of course, i don't want to be a bother ^^ <3 <3
anything for u tanya c’: i hope this is okay!
A balled up scrap of paper shot past the overflowing trash can, but Hunk was too focused on actually getting this draft done rather than the cleanliness of his workstation. Which… was very unlike him.
Keith looks up from his books for the millionth time that hour at the noise, and he has to blow a piece of hair from his eyes in order to focus on the tense, curled up form that was Hunk at his desk.
The two of them were doing their schoolwork together— not because they had the same classes, but because they generally could keep one another on task and focused until they were finished.
Shiro, for once, had nothing else to work on with them, and so had chosen instead to nap until they woke him up to go out for a night on the town. (‘Night on the town’ meaning a walk through the park, and maybe buying a snack or two from a street vendor while they held hands and canoodled). He was curled up behind Keith on the bed, a firm, knocked out barrier between him and the plaster wall.
Hunk gnawed on the end of his pencil, engraving it with his teeth. His fingers tangled in his bangs, and he gripped them so tightly that Keith was sure he’d give himself a few bald spots if he kept it up.
“You okay?”
The engineering student jerked forward, startled from his own thoughts. He glanced over his shoulder to Keith, who had shut his book and began climbing off the bed. He wore a black hoodie that Hunk faintly recognized to be his own, and he had most of his hair tied back in a ponytail that did little to keep his hair out of his face.
Hunk leaned back in his chair and Keith loomed over him, casting a shadow across his eyes. “I’m… good. Fine.” He said, just a touch irritated. “Just gotta plan this stupid machine out so that I can actually start working on it before I—” He sighed again. “Fail, or something. I dunno.”
Keith frowned, and Hunk pointedly looked away, back at his work. “I’m fine. Go back to studying.”
Fortunately for Keith, he didn’t really need to study. He mostly did it to spend extra time with his boyfriends. And so, instead of ambling back towards the bed and leaving Hunk to needlessly stress, he pulled the pencil from Hunk’s mouth and tossed it in the trashcan behind him.
“You need a break.”
“Keith.” Hunk pinched the bridge of his nose, and Keith could tell that he was this close to crying by the way his eyes wrinkled in the corners and his fingers trembled. “I really need to get this done today, or else I’ll never pick up my thought process again. And then I’ll have to start all over, and that’s hours of work just gone down the drain.”
Keith crossed his arms, leaning over to look down at the paper that was stressing Hunk out so much. It looked like it started as a basic layout for an engine, with a few notes here and there to adapt it for different vehicles, but most of it had been angrily scribbled out with thick black X’s, and half of it was torn and probably in the trash.
He hooked his hands against the back of the office chair and pulled Hunk out of his desk. “You need a break.” He repeated. “You know how you get when you’re stressed out.”
Before Hunk could protest and try to drag himself back towards his work, Keith whistled sharply, startling Shiro awake.
Shiro jerked up, and Keith offered him an apologetic wince. “Sorry. Can you help me with Hunk?”
Hunk groaned, burying his hands in his palms. “I’m fine, guys. Go back to sleep, Shiro.”
Shiro only needed to take one look at Hunk’s face, though, to figure out what was more important. He rubbed sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand and rolled off the bed in order to pull the covers back. Keith, in the meanwhile, gathered all the trash and stuffed it in the trash and out of sight before he shooed Hunk from his chair and onto the bed.
“What’s going on?” Shiro asked, voice thick with sleep before he cleared his throat. “Did something happen?” He pulled Hunk onto the bed, and the latter reluctantly went, only with a bit of gentle prodding from both of his boyfriends.
“Nothing happened.” He grumbled, and Shiro opened both of his arms to offer a warm hug. Hunk took it, burying his face against Shiro’s shoulder.
Keith climbed in behind Hunk, grabbing the blankets to swathe them completely until they were in a comfy cocoon of duvets and snuggles. He pressed himself snug against Hunk’s back, wrapping his arms around his middle from behind in order to squeeze him in a firm, grounding hug. He didn’t need to look at his face to realize that he was probably crying by now, but Shiro was probably gonna be soaked by the end of it.
Shiro didn’t complain at all. He was probably more asleep than awake, honestly, but he played his role perfectly. He gently shushed Hunk and let his fingers rake through his hair, gently pulling out the tangles Hunk had left there.
“It’s gonna be okay, Hunk.” Shiro promised. “I’ll help you study, after this.”
Hunk mumbled something that Keith couldn’t catch, but Shiro began to laugh.
“You’re not gonna fail, babe. You’re too good at this, and I’m sure your professor knows it too.” He yawned, burying his face against the crown of Hunk’s head to press a kiss against it. “Just take a breather for a second, okay?”
Keith felt Hunk nod, and he silently let out a relieved sigh.
Shiro was much better at comforting Hunk with words than Keith was, even when he was half-asleep, and Keith was ever so grateful for that. He reached over Hunk to find Shiro’s hand, squeezing it tight.
Keith pressed forward to place a kiss against the curve of Hunk’s shoulder, and Hunk relaxed even more. Like this, Keith could freely bury his face against Hunk’s back and listen to his heartbeat from there, and how it began to slow down from its panicked state, to a calmer, steady beat.
Keith and Shiro had full faith in Hunk’s abilities, and they knew that Hunk did, too. He just got too wrapped up in his mind sometimes, was all.
Lucky for him, he always had two people who would be there to step in and pull him back, and to welcome him with a big hug and a nice, comfy bed. He’d be just fine.
Happy birthday to @ace-pidge! I believe someone ordered some Shunkeith with a side of domesticity. What better way to celebrate than with the AU you helped me hammer out?
Enjoy!
“You’re in a good mood,” Lance commented, leaning forward against the counter. The spray bottle and washcloth to clean off the work surface were sitting out, but a few crumbs still littered the space near the till. Apparently, Hunk’s attitude was more entertaining than wiping up. “Something up?”
Hunk hummed noncommittally as he passed behind Lance, packing up some of the leftovers from the display. It was ten minutes till the bakery closed, anyway. If they got another customer in that amount of time, Hunk would happily pull them back out, but it wasn’t likely at this point.
Watching him in open amusement, Lance poured himself a coffee. “Hm, lemme guess. It’s Saturday, which means we have tomorrow off. And that means you have time to drive all the way out of town, don’t you?”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @ace-pidge!! :’D you said you were craving shunkeith and you mentioned something about a parenthood au, so i took that and ran.
i tried to add as much autumn imagery as i could (and you can probably obviously tell that im weak for spouses sharing clothes….)
(you ALSO mentioned that you’d like some hunk-centered and keith-centered fics so OF COURSE i added that as well, because what am i??? a heathen??)
I hope you have the best birthday ever <3 LOVE YOU HOPE YOU ENJOY
Early September
It was morning when Shiro woke to the soft noises of their fussy child, bundled up in soft blankets in her bassinet.
He rubbed at his eyes, stifling a yawn as he rolled over in bed to watch her. She had been adopted not even a few months prior, but Shiro was head over heels in love with her from the very first moment she’d peeked at him behind half-opened eyelids.
Her eyes were a warm brown, bigger than the moon and more expressive than the ocean. And she had the roundest, most perfect nose that scrunched up whenever she was hungry, like it was now. Her cheeks were so unbearably chubby and round that Shiro often found himself pressing against them when he hugged or burped her.
She made a fussy noise again, and he quickly rolled out of bed before the other two occupants could wake.
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