#quiznakingred

[sheithfromvoltron]

"Happy birthday, Shiro~!"

Shiro grins, hugging his boyfriend tight, “Thanks, babe!”

[kxsmicwxlf]

@quiznakingred

“Keith!” Just the sight of the other male entering the room made Kosmo’s expression brighten significantly, wide, toothy grin spreading across his lips as he, quite literally, bounced from his spot on the couch. There was a flash of light, and then the wolf appeared right above Keith, crashing into the other man and sending them both toppling to the ground.

Tail wagging happily, Kosmo proceeded to pepper Keith’s face with affectionate nuzzles and little licks.

[ninjaxsharpshooter]

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Put ✾ and I will generate a number to find out how your muse will find mine - NSFW/SEXUAL SPECIAL.

9. My muse doing yoga in their underwear

Lance didn’t hear the door to the training room slide open, too focused on keeping his balance to notice much of anything else, standing on one leg. the other held up high behind him with his hands clasping his foot, his back arched. He let out a breath, then inhaled, counting quietly to himself. Breathe out...then in again...out...in...out...

Deciding he’d held the pose long enough, Lance slowly lowered his leg back down again, took a deep breath, and smoothly bent over to place his palms flat on the ground just in front of his feet.

It was only then that he noticed Keith.

“Wh--!” He reddened and nearly lost his balance completely in his hurry to straighten back up again, arms crossing self-consciously over his bare chest. He hadn’t thought anyone would still be awake this late! “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be asleep by now, Samurai?”

[loverboi-langst]

How about you get on your knees and show me how much you want me?

“Oh Keith... So forward,” slowly falls to knees, hands on Keith’s thighs. Licking his tongue along his clothed crotch. “Should I say ‘yes, sir’?”

[strongest-conviction-archive]

-- BLACҞ R㊉SES

                                        —— » [ @quiznakingred ]

⌈ —  The school was in an all time high after their beloved football team had the best game of the year. And it was thanks not only for each and every member of the team, as well as their coaches and managers, but  every had to admit....if it weren’t for Shiro’s quick thinking with work on a strategy that got the them win at the last minute.

And now, everyone was congratulating him left and right; he didn’t mind the attention as it was just a good way to know that everyone was not only supporting him, but the team as well.

But unfortunately, the good always had a bad side rearing its head.

Hence how Shiro was trapped against a wall outside the locker room; he needed to leave early from practice since he had an appointment, but the lead cheerleader was really trying to get his attention. And despite clearly telling her he wasn’t interested, she was not backing away.

He sighed, trying to find a way out when he saw a figure in black on the corner of his eye, he then got an idea.⌋

[sharpshootinglion]

quiznakingred replied to your post “KICKS DOWN DOOR “Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me!”

Lanc-- I mean, hey Lance. It's a good thing you're still alive. Want to drink a c--coffee?

“Wow, you say that like you thought I was gonna die. And you’re the one who sent me out on that mission! Good to know who my real friends are.” He’s teasing. “Yeah, let’s get coffee.”

[shirodwarf-blog]

"Happy birthday, Shiro! How about we celebrate with a drink?"

“Thanks, Keith,” the other said, his smile starting to warm. However, it evolved slowly. At the same time his brows raised in a mix of interest and surprise. Smile becoming a lop-sided smirk. “Sure.”

[azurenaut]

@quiznakingred , continued from here.

Lance loved snow. Maybe it was only because, growing up, he almost never had to deal with the more annoying aspects of winter weather; he only had positive associations. Time off school, white Christmases, Grandma’s hot chocolate... 

He was so mesmerized, so lost in the moment... that he didn’t notice the snowball until it was colliding with his shoulder, exploding on contact. Lance immediately yelped; it didn’t hurt, but jeez, the snow that made its way down the back of his shirt was cold!

“H-hey!” Lance was on the move already, forming his own snowball. If Keith really wanted to take on the best sharpshooter in the galaxy, Lance was more than ready for him. “If it’s a snowball fight you want, you’ve got it pal!”

[mermaid-mcclain]

*ship* (I'm from mobile)

For the meme! 

You got 10! Your muse just got out of the shower and walks out with nothing but a towel, and mine is smitten.

Lance had let himself into Keith’s room after receiving no answer, having needed to talk to him about his feelings for the dark haired boy. Lance paced the room, slightly muttering to himself what he planned to tell Keith. However, he stopped short immediately as Keith entered the room from the bathroom. 

He was wearing nothing but a towel and Lance was shook. Water rippled down his chest from his hair, looking longer when wet. He followed a drop down his neck, past his pecs and down his beautiful abs, and disappear into the towel. Lance shook his head, clearing his dirty thoughts. 

“Hi.” Lance chocked out, flinching as everything he had planned to say left his head. 

[starcharted-archived]

@quiznakingred

     ‘’I decided as long as I’m going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.’’

[sheithfromvoltron]

Crimson Headache

a birthday gift for @quiznakingred​/@lepusastrum​ based on @applepieken​‘s sheith frat au fan art this fic is also on AO3

“Frat parties are stupid,” Keith groaned as Romelle pushed a pair of red sunglasses into his hair. This already seemed like overkill, but he’d said he’d go. Not that he’d be happy about it.

“I thought you’d never been to one,” she hummed as she moved back to dig through his closet.

“I haven’t, but frat boys are lame and parties are awful. Which means frat parties are even worse.”

“Your logic is flawless, as always, Keith.”

“I know,” he cast Romelle an iceless glare as she rolled her eyes at him. He pulled the dress shirt on anyway, then motioned to himself in question.

“You’re still going?”

“Well, yeah.”

“But—”

“I’m not letting you go to some lame party alone. At least if I’m there we can bitch about how lame it is together.”

“You’re the best!”

“I know, now come on let’s go.”

———

Twenty minutes later, the two of them were pulling up on the grass of an already full yard.

Romelle got off the bike first, straightening her dress after removing her helmet. Keith followed, going slower to put off having to go in the house. The music was loud, the front porch was already trashed, and the windows flashed with neon lights.

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Romelle squeezed his hand reassuringly, pulling him forward with her. “I heard Shiro’s going to be here.”

“Of course he will be, Alpha Phi Alpha is his frat.” Keith’s mouth snapped shut, realizing his mistake, but Romelle was already beaming at him.

“I thought you said frat boys were lame.”

“They are, I— Shut up!” Keith definitely wasn't blushing.

“Cute,” the girl grinned, pulling him along again until they were through the door.

Like every party he’d been to, this one was already crowded and getting fuller by the minute. He followed Romelle to the kitchen. She greeted a few people as they walked through the house, hugging a girl with short red hair that he recognized from one of his physics courses and waving a little too shyly at a boy who looked similar but was taller and had a bit of a southern accent. Matt he guessed based on Romelle’s previous rants about how smart and cute and sweet the boy in her robotics lab was.

Keith kept going as the other boy started up a conversation with his friend. Luckily the kitchen was only a few steps away and he spotted a familiar face. “Hank, right?” he asked a little ashamed that he wasn’t completely sure of the guy’s name despite being partnered on several projects together.

“Hunk,” he corrected politely with a bright smile. “You want something to drink?”

“Yeah, what’ve you got?”

“Beer mostly, any particular one you want.” He opened the fridge and stepped to the side to reveal various blue and red labeled bottles.

“Nothing stronger?” he questioned, wanting something to dull the claustrophobia that was starting to set in by being surrounded by so many people.

“There’s jello shots on the table, but that’s about it.” Keith gave an awkward thumbs up and headed in the direction Hunk had pointed.

When he got to the table however, the shots had been cleared to sit on a cabinet in the corner and there was some type of game going on. Not particularly interested, but having nothing else to do, Keith grabbed a couple shots and stood on the sidelines to watch.

It seemed simple enough, despite how intensely everyone was watching and hollering with every made and missed shot of the pingpong ball. By the time the game was over someone had found (or maybe crafted with MacGyver-like drunk ingenuity) a crown of beer cans and had placed in on the winner’s head.

“I am the Beer Pong King!” the winner, who Keith also vaguely recognized but couldn’t put a name to, declared, downing one the remaining cups of beer on the table. “Who’s next? Or are you all afraid to face the nine-time undefeated king.

“It was only six!” Someone hollered back from the crowd and that seemed to only fuel the winner’s ego.

“No volunteers then?” The boy looked around and for some reason locked eyes with Keith. “What about you, mullet? Let’s see if your just as talented off school grounds.”

While Keith wanted to correct that technically the frat house was campus property so technically was still school grounds, the competitive side of him won out and he stepped to the opposite side of the table. Though even know he still couldn't put a name or even any details to the reason that he and the King apparently knew each other.

From the first shot, the other boy seemed to realize his mistake as Keith easily sunk the ball into his opponents cup. “Drink up,” he smirked, the thought of losing not even entering his mind. It wasn’t even a fair fight. He won that match easily, trying not to turn red from the attention as the crown was removed from the former King and placed on his head. Seven rounds later, he bowed and stepped away from the table the undefeated king of the night.

By the time he settled onto the empty couch in the corner of the living room, he’d completely lost track of Romelle, but didn’t mind as he sipped from his glass, free hand keeping the crown steady on the top of his head. But eventually he got tired of having to do that and switched it out for the sunglasses he’d hung on his pocket so that they’d help keep the hair out of his face.

As he was finishing the last of his drink, he looked up as another was lifted into his line of sight. “You look like you could use another.” Shit, Keith’s eyes lifted to meet warm steel ones.

“Thanks,” he tried not to blush as his fingers brushed Shiro’s when he took the offered cup.

“Can I sit here?” Keith nodded, sipping the drink and avoiding eye contact. But he still found himself sneaking glances from the corner of his eye as the man dropped down next to him. He tried (and failed) not to memorize the spread of his legs or the thick muscle of his arms in his cut off shirt or the way his bangs sprung out from the opening of his backwards cap or the way his gum snapped between his teeth in a somehow non-irritating but actually very sexy way.

“I’ve seen you around before, never here though.” Keith hummed as a reply instead of answering, afraid that the man could here the way his rough voice was turning Keith’s insides to jelly. “I’m Takashi by the way, everyone just calls me Shiro though.”

“I know,” this time Keith managed to answer, proud of the way his voice didn’t waver.

That earned him a soft chuckle that made him nearly faint. “Your cute.” I’m not! “But I bet I could turn you into a bad boy.”

Keith turned to him at that, leaning in close. Closer. Closer. Until there mouths met and Keith was kissing him deep and hard, lapping at the inside of his mouth for a moment before pulling away. Shiro just stared wide-eyed and red faced and that earned him a smirk as Keith removed his sunglasses and pushed them up on Shiro’s nose, leaning in close again. “I’m already a bad boy, baby.”

He pulled away, picking his drink back up and winking as he chewed on the gum he’d stolen. “See ya around, Shiro.”

[[ Also available on AO3. ]]

[ninjaxsharpshooter]

@quiznakingred | Cont. from X

His heart squeezed in his chest and a blush spread across his cheeks. Keith was-- he was purring. And he’d...

...He’d said his name. Was he...dreaming about him...?

Suddenly overwhelmed by affection, an unintelligible sound tore from Lance’s throat as he lowered himself down to kneel beside the couch, fingers absently continuing to stroke Keith’s ears and down through his just as soft hair. A gentle smile tugged at the Altean’s lips and he leaned in to place a soft kiss against Keith’s cheek.

[loverboi-langst]

What was the most extreme place you had sex? Your fave wet dream? What is what turns you on without fail?

To be honest with you Keith, nowhere really extreme. Maybe in a car or on my floor. (Places I want to try, let’s try Shiro’s room >:3 )Favorite wet dream... ugh... it was wet. You and Shiro double teaming me for hours that I turned to jello. Lots of dicks, cum, switching, sweat... Shiro’s pecks and your amazing ass. A good ass, cute smirk, sass, pretty boy eyes, raven choppy hideous hair... Also I like my butt grabbed and pinned... cough. Something about dominance makes me go weak.

[sharpshootinglion]

🎉

Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.

Lance was staring intently at the clock, watching it tick closer and closer to midnight. The second it hit midnight he turned to Keith with a grin. 

“HAPPY NEW-” He felt Keith’s lips press against his own, cutting him off, and Lance blinked in surprise before he returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Keith to pull him closer. 

“Happy New Year,” Lance whispered after pulling away. “I love you.”

[shirodwarf-blog]

👄,👂,😗👄,😗👂,😗👃

The pinch of Keith’s teeth on his bottom lip made Shiro exhale heatedly against the others mouth. His hands raised, looping around those slender hips. Holding on to the warmth of the other against his body. 

“Mm, Keith,” he mumbled, breathy. Letting his fingers slip under the other’s shirt. Feeling his smooth pale skin under his human hand as Keith moved his naughty teeth to his ear. A rush of excitement running down his spine. Goosebumps forming on skin. 

He smiled when Keith returned to his lips. Soothing the tingling left over. Kissing him back and moving his hands even further up Keith’s spine. Flattening his fingers out against that lower back and holding that body to him.

Metal fingers went to dark hair. Running through it. Sighing in content and practically melting under the warmth of Keith’s kiss against his ear. Eyes growing half lidded. Silver radiant and almost glittering under the dim light.

His nose wrinkled at the last kiss adorably, and he couldn’t help but laugh. A soft rumble coming from deep within his chest. “You’re awfully mouthy tonight,” he mumbled, playful. 

[mermaid-mcclain]

@quiznakingred

A night out was just what the gang needed. Finals had been kicking all of their asses so when Lance suggested they head to the bar that night, everyone agreed. The only one that was absent was Shiro because he had some teaching assistant work to finish so it was just Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Keith.

Lance was feeling a nice buzz as he got his third drink from the bar, looking around for Keith. He had become the official Keith baby sitter of the night seeing as the boy was a light weight and refused to believe it. As much as Keith liked to believe he could drink just as much as Hunk he most definitely could not and Lance had drawn the short straw.

He found the familiar mullet across the bar and subconsciously allowed a soft smile to form before he noticed just who Keith was talking to. The Asian man was swaying slightly, cheeks pink even from where Lance could see before he leaned into this mysterious man’s shoulder.

The man was taller than Lance with dark eyes and nice hair. He had a five o’clock shadow and muscular arms. He looked edgy, leather jacket and all and in any other moment, Lance would have marveled at the magnificent looking man. Right now however, all Lance felt was a churning in his stomach as he watched the man put his arm around Keith. Lance stalked his way towards the pair, resisting the urge to wave Mystery Man away with a shoe the way his mother would have.

“Hey there Mullet.” Lance remained calm as he approached, poking Keith in the arm. “Who do you got there?”