not back forever, just here to mention something I thought about lol
v0ltr0n literally has a giant fluffy food loving member who loves to cook and bake on the team and you’re telling me there’s not more fics out there with him stuffing his face, getting tummy aches, or even getting fed by the other members of the team?! There’s so much good material here, he literally throws up every other episode and you’re telling me there aren’t any more sic fics on this guy?! The member he’s shipped with the most is literally like, two feet shorter than him and there’s just... nothing????
I loved the Keith and Lance, thank you! I was wondering, since requests are still open, if you could please do the other part as well? The part of it that I’m referring to is “Can you draw a muscular Keith with a chubby Lance in their jackets”. I would appreciate It greatly if you did it! ^^
I drew them in the same poses but they have completely different energies lol Lance would be way grumpier about the whole thing I think
for the (chub) kink hc meme, could i ask abt hunk?? (And maybe lance and keith??😊😊😉😉)
Gah, sorry this took me so long! I’m gonna do a compiled chubby bodies headcanon for this one, about how each of them would gain weight.
Hunk is already a big guy and carries most of his extra weight in his gut. Gaining weight would see him getting bigger but also wider, with super thick love handles and wide hips. His thighs and arms would still be heavy with muscle, but much softer. I like to imagine a fatter Hunk would get really nice moobs too, the kind that spill into his arm pits and turn into rolls under his arms. A++ fat booty too!
Lance looks like the kinda guy who would get really soft if he got fat. At first he’d gain a spare tire around his waist, but the more weight he’d put on, the more rolls he’d get. That 8 shape some guys gain where the back fat rolls rest on top of love handles, you know? Nice. Soft jiggly belly with a deep belly button, and perky moobs that are perfectly balanced to his gut size. His face would remain pretty thin, but everywhere else he’d be just soft soft soft.
Keith gets a buddha belly! Out of these three, he’d gain most in his gut, and his gut would just be this really round, spherical, bouncy thing that stands in front of him even when he’s not stuffed. To balance it out, his booty gets nice and round too, a true bubblebutt, but a lot of his weight is focused on dat belly. I also like to see him with chubby cheeks and a double chin! What a cutie.
send me your favorite character and i’ll give you a kink headcanon about them!
I've heard plenty of head canons about Shiro being thick, let's take a moment to think about Chubby thighed Lance.
Lance being chubby thighed with a nice little bubble butt wearing cut off jean shorts and spandex running shorts.
Lance with chubby thighs drawing flowers and galaxies on them when he comes to terms that it's okay to have a little extra.
Lance fitting perfectly in Shiro's boxers, often laying down and having to tell Shiro to stop patting his butt despite Shiro lying and patting his hand idly against the perfect bubble butt that is Lance's.
Chubby thighed Lance just eating ice cream and looking adorable in his cut offs and Shiros hoody
The reasons being, “because I wanted to,” “because I felt like it,” “because no one else had made one yet,” “because I’m weak for prompt memes,” and, “because why the Hell not, that’s why.”
Anyway, here you go, if you want it. A Voltron (VLD)-specific chub!kink prompt meme.
Many prompts were inspired or borrowed from the 20 days of chub!kink meme by @iwritetheweirdstuff, the 21 days of chub wolf meme by @chubstilinski, and my own old ask box meme.
day 1: unintentional weight gain
day 2: oblivious/in denial
day 3: feeder/feedee and/or mutual weight gain
day 4: alien attitudes toward chub
day 5: weighing, measuring, numbers kink, etc.
day 6: Altean biology + chub
day 7: Hunk appreciation day! (anything goes, as long as it’s about Hunk)
day 8: feeding and/or stuffing
day 9: size difference/comparisons
day 10: magically or science-fictionally enhanced weight gain
day 11: surprisingly delicious alien food
day 12: chubs + sports/gym
day 13: Galra biology + chub
day 14: starter belly/superchub
day 15: teasing, humiliation, dirty talk, etc.
day 16: spoiling, pampering, comfort, indulgence, gluttony, etc.
day 17: competitive gaining, eating, or whatever
day 18: embarrassed/flustered
day 19: tight clothes, button-popping, seam-ripping, etc.
day 20: other alien biology + chub
day 21: hands on (groping, squeezing, jiggling, slapping, tickling, etc.)
day 22: focus on a body part other than bellies
day 23: body-worship or body-part worship
day 24: misadventures with gravity (gaining weight on a planet where you feel lighter than you do on earth, being chubby on a planet where you feel heavier, chubs accidentally turning off the artificial gravity while making out, whatever)
day 25: food-related AU (coffee-shop, restaurant, bakery, food critic/blogger, chef, reality cooking show, whatever)
day 26: other AU of your choice
day 27: chubby![your fave] — literally anything, just a free day for your fave chubby character(s)
Lance and Keith were neighbours ever since they could remember. Lance was so small and chubby when he was a kid that Keith always made fun of him and put things higher just to annoy him. Unfortunately for their rivality-friendship Keith moves to another family. Years later he comes back for highschool and finds a tall, hansome and ilegally attractive Lance. (Someone needs to draw a chubby Lance kid)
Hunk and Lance looking super sharp and snazzy~ Outfits inspired by upcoming Events in the lovely Missing Meals and Second Helpings by @blackdonuthole on AO3 (not linked bc tumblr sucks sorry lmao)
Before Lance got chubby he would play with Hunks chest and squishy belly in fascination
S4 left me with a craving and I made some words. Not sure if this is what you wanted, anon, but here, have some feedist Hance.
Lance had always been naturally skinny–it was just a fact of life that no matter how much he ate, he’d never gain any weight.
And it wasn’t that he didn’t eat, no. In fact, he could give Hunk a run for his money when they hit the lunch buffet in college, hold his own with ease when they got junk food for their game nights, and even if he never quite beat Hunk when they did some stupid eating challenge just for funsies, he did certainly eat a lot for someone who looked like they existed solely on bits and nibbles.
Lucky genes, people would say, sighing wistfully as they proclaimed how envious they were of him. It won’t last forever, you know, said others, their knowing eyes tracking the way his study table was always littered with snack wrappers, his lunch trays heaping with food. One day that’s all gonna catch up to you, just you wait.
And Lance would shrug and smile, say, maybe so, and stuff more fries into his mouth. Because what else was there to say? He’d gone years waiting for the tide to turn, for his fast metabolism to settle, and yet, his body remained insistently lean, corded tight with muscle and not an ounce of extra on his waist like he was just born to be a skinny beanpole.
It didn’t even occur to him that he wanted that to change until he met Hunk.
Sure, there had been signs. His crushes had always been on the soft side, with round cheeks and plump bellies. As a kid, he’d sometimes taken to his room, stuffed a pillow under his shirt and just looked at himself in the mirror, red faced with wonder at the strange feeling budding in the pit of his gut. He’d never gotten a date from those chubby girls he’d so liked, nor the boys whose plush bodies he’d admired from afar, but with Hunk--
With Hunk he finally got to experience that beautiful softness first hand.
It started with friendly pats on the back, his lingering hand sliding down from Hunk’s broad shoulders to his softer waist, dwelling there for as long as he dared. Little nudges on the side where he could feel the squish of Hunk’s love handles, with hugs that made him melt as Hunk’s round belly pressed against his flat one. Lance knew he was crushing as soon as he saw Hunk–he knew he had a type, and Hunk was it to a T–but it took almost a year of secret pining and carefully measured friendliness until he finally confessed that he wanted Hunk to be with him. It was the last year of high school, and they were both awkward and inexperienced, but in the end, nothing much changed in their friendship when they took the leap and started dating. They were already best friends, and everything that came afterwards was built on that foundation.
And if Lance had been crushing before, he was totally gone when they became a couple. He’d thought about sex with Hunk a million times before, but nothing prepared him for the actual experience. The warmth of him, skin on skin, and the sheer size of him, the heavy weight of his body on top of him. That first time, Lance had been completely overwhelmed, too stunned to speak, to explain, just needing so deeply to feel that his hands had been all over, touching and squeezing and exploring every inch he’d been denied so far. The fullness of Hunk’s belly, the way his body moved when they fucked, the jiggle of fat flesh over muscle–it was almost too much, and afterwards, he’d been too embarrassed to talk, hiding his face into the crook of Hunk’s neck when he’d asked if Lance liked big guys.
He did like big guys. And big girls. But the more he played with Hunk’s belly, his soft tits and his big bubblebutt, the more he started to realize it wasn’t enough.
Lance couldn’t stop thinking about how Hunk felt when he wobbled his belly between his hands. When he sucked hard on the chubby flesh of Hunk’s chest, lapping at his nipple, jiggling his tits with the palm of his hand–he couldn’t help asking about it, drinking in the second hand sensations, wondering, wanting...
But it really didn’t click until Hunk started teasing him about the way he ate. You’re gonna get as big as me if you keep eating like that, baby, he’d said one day, patting Lance’s distended stomach after he’d devoured half of the cake Hunk had baked--and that was it.
It was like a switch had been turned, a lightbulb illuminating the secret desire he’d buried so deep within himself he’d almost forgotten about it. No way, he’d replied, flustered with the sudden realization that yes, yes, that was a thing that should happen. Not with this metabolism, dude.
Hunk had laughed. You wanna bet?
He’d waved it off. Tried to forget. But now that he’d connected the dots, there was no going back.
It became something of a joke between them at first, but Hunk wasn’t stupid. He could tell something had changed, that just the mention of Lance getting big now brought a blush to his face, a look of hunger in his eyes. And he’d used it, of course, whispering in Lance’s ear while they fucked, how all that food was going to get him one day, get him good, make him big and soft and round just like him--it was the best aphrodisiac Lance had ever known. But Hunk was a smart guy, so he knew not to push it. He let Lance feed his urges through him, let him play with his chubby parts and ask all the questions he wanted. He waited until Lance was ready to admit it:
I wanna gain weight.
You sure? Hunk had asked, squeezing Lance closer to his side while they lay in bed, the darkness of their bedroom giving him a shot of courage to finally say it out loud.
Yeah.
Whatever makes you happy, Hunk had replied, kissing his temple, his lips. I’m here for it.
It still took a long time for the fantasy to come true. College came and went, and not much changed with Lance’s body. His metabolism astounded them both, amazed their friends and frustrated the fuck out of Lance, but they didn’t push it--Lance already ate like a horse, so if that didn’t do the trick and make the weight stick, there wasn’t much else to do but wait.
Wait, and keep eating.
In the meantime, he would bury his face in Hunk’s soft belly and dream of the day when Hunk could do the same for him.
