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 got a lot of asks for Shiro after this one so let’s see hmm…
My favorite one for Shiro (and for everyone, let’s face it this is a god tier HC for everyone) is retirement wg. I just love that settling-down, living-the-good-life weight gain trope that kinda softens him up once he’s not in the space military or saving the universe business anymore. No need to stay constantly active and in fighting shape, he can relax and enjoy life to its fullest. Life away from Earth has taught him to appreciate the small things in life, like a good meal and a warm bed to crash in. And if that means he’ll develop a nice round tum and a thick, chunky booty, so be it. Space dad bod!👌
send me your favorite character and i’ll give you a kink headcanon about them!
okay but modern AU where Shiro’s poor therapist (Ulaz) is actually very open to things like the potential benefits of light, recreational use of marijuana, to the point that he eventually recommends Shiro try smoking a couple times a month (maybe once or twice a week, at most) to try and ease his perpetual anxiety and stress about everything
and yeah, friends and housemates Allura, Hunk, Keith, Lance, Matt, Ryou(/Kuron-inspired twin who we’re calling Ryou after GoLion!Shiro’s brother), and Pidge have to sort of nudge Shiro into even trying it instead of dismissing the entire idea as totally pointless, and someone generally has to sit with him or he might not actually smoke like he’s supposed to? but they can take turns and he does eventually listen, and it gets to the point where having people to smoke with is a, ”personal preference because Shiro loves being around people” thing, not a, “Shiro won’t do it without someone watching him” thing
either way, this does end up having a positive effect on Shiro’s mood and well-being, and stoned!Shiro is seriously the cutest shit that everyone has ever seen
for starters, stoned!Shiro is much more relaxed about his sense of humor, which everybody already knows is Questionable but he usually keeps buttoned up…… until he’s high and then he’s happily making jokes so bad that Lance cringed at them, and laughing as much as he wants at Lance’s bad jokes, which is a lot of laughing, and it’s all real, full-bodied laughs, too, not that restrained little chuckle that Shiro usually does unless you catch him way, way off his guard with something really funny
for another thing, stoned!Shiro is an incredibly affectionate little lovebug (as much as you can call him, “little” when he’s 6’3” and pretty buff). he hugs people all the time and loves to snuggle up to whoever’s closest and/or most willing, then showers them in compliments and tells them how much he loves and appreciates them. I’m not saying that Lance becomes his most frequent smoking buddy once he realizes that sharing a joint makes his Shirito want to cuddle and give pep talks that are less, “I believe in you, you can do anything you set your mind to” and more, “you’re good enough exactly as you are”…… but I’m certainly implying it loudly. stoned!Shiro also loves kissing more than sober!Shiro, and he’s so glad that he has a circle of datemates and/or close friends who are often game to make out with him
one time, Pidge and Allura walk in on stoned!Shiro hugging pit-mix shelter rescue!Rover and telling her that she is such a Good Dog, she is the Best Dog, and he’s so happy that she’s safe and loved with them. another time, Hunk walks in on Keith sitting on the couch, with Shiro sleeping while snuggled up to Keith’s lap and stomach, and Keith is crying because he’s known Shiro longer than anybody else but Ryou (since the two of them are twins) and Keith legit cannot remember the last time when Shiro was ever this relaxed or happy
probably the most noticeable difference, though, is that, even when he doesn’t exactly have the munchies, stoned!Shiro actually admits to being hungry and doesn’t give a fuck about his usual low-carb, lean-protein, calorie-counting diet. Also, his idea of a good workout is running around the park for fun or playing Dance Dance Revolution, not, “busting ass at the gym until he is in literal pain and: Allura, Keith, and/or Ryou have to go be Disappointed in him for pushing himself nearly to the point of passing out; Hunk gets sent in because he can do a good Stern face and physically, he has the easiest time of manhandling Shiro; and/or Lance, Pidge, or Matt pull out the sad puppy eyes and wibble about how Shiro’s making everybody worry about him until he feels guilty and stops for the day.” but it’s still the food thing that everybody notices first
stoned!Shiro lets his sweet tooth out, when it’s usually buried unless it’s a cheat day, and even on his cheat days, he doesn’t really indulge. the first time that he smokes up, he actually asks Keith and Allura if they can get pizza or ice cream, maybe, and looks like he could kiss both of them when they go, “Well, why not both.” he might need a moment to puzzle out what he wants because, sadly, he has gotten very good at ignoring or willfully misinterpreting his body’s signals, but he still openly says that he’s craving things that he often doesn’t let himself enjoy or wouldn’t think of (“can we get some nachos and cover them in udon noodles” “Shiro, why” “I don’t know, I just really want both of those things, then some Ben and Jerry’s, pleeeeeease just drown me in Phish Food and Chunky Monkey”)
sure, he’s only smoking up a couple times a month, but all of this does result in Shiro learning that the world isn’t going to end if he eases up on his diet a little. Which is a bit of a work-in-progress for him when he’s sober — but after a few months, Shiro’s getting a little bit chubby. not by too much yet, but he’s losing his thigh gap and gaining starter love-handles, his chest isn’t looking quite so ripped, and there’s more of that beautiful ass to grab when you’re making out with him. then there’s the pudgy tum that’s increasingly stretching out his shirts
to everyone’s surprise, though? Shiro doesn’t even mind. Actually, he kinda likes this
me: *gets nearly 6k into a chubby!Shiro/Keith PWP with consensual verbal humiliation, before having an abrupt mood crash and feeling like it’s all terrible, then posting a snippet on tumblr and going to bed because I’m too tired to pretend that I don’t crave attention and validation on an annoyingly frequent basis*
Taking in a deep breath helps Shiro get his jeans up the rest of the way, and doing up the jeans should get easier now. Not easy exactly, but no matter how much he weighs right now, Shiro’s gut is smallest at his bellybutton.
Except that a swath of sun-kissed tawny skin winks up at Shiro from between his gaping fly, while his lower belly-bulge strains against the fabric trying to keep it contained. Except that grunting and tugging on the flaps doesn’t get the button through its hole.
“‘Just a few more minutes,’ huh?” Keith drawls, and smirks playfully when Shiro startles for him and blushes. He’s leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, wearing his own pair of tight black jeans (which perfectly hug his lean, toned thighs and sit just right on Keith’s trim waist), and watching Shiro like a cat who’s trying to make up their mind about letting someone pet them. Or possibly one who wants to play with the canary first, rather than simply eating it. “And, uh, what happened to you maintaining instead of gaining, babe?”
Shiro’s cheeks burn and he slouches enough to push his fly even further open. “It was a more delicate procedure than expected, okay? The seams kept trying to rip on me.” He tries not to smirk right back at Keith as he adds, “I think these jeans must’ve shrunk in the wash.”
Keith rolls his eyes and snorts at that ridiculous excuse as he pushes off the door-frame. He drags his eyes up and down Shiro’s body while coming to his side. “Well, I think you’re on some serious wishful thinking right now, Tubby,” he says, brushing his fingers down the slope of Shiro’s belly. “See, I know how to do the laundry, and there’s no way that I would ever shrink your favorite jeans. So, y’know what I think? I think that you’ve just gotten bigger.”
If almost anybody else were saying that, Shiro would be sucking in as much as he can manage and straightening his back. But the person saying it is Shiro’s Keith, and aside from that, he can’t take his eyes off of Shiro’s belly. Ghosting his fingers over Shiro’s muffin-top with only a slight nudge into his boyfriend’s flesh, Keith looks ravenous, looks like it’s taking all the effort he has in him not to drag Shiro to the bed and fuck him senseless right now, this very second. Still, he keeps it together as he snakes his hand along the underside of Shiro’s belly before finally squeezing around the lower-hanging roll, probably filling his palm with all the chub that he can hold.
“I think your fat ass gained a bunch of weight again, and now your favorite jeans don’t fit.” Keith hums like he wants to sound pensive. He jostles Shiro’s belly and makes the fat ripple. He nods, but still doesn’t look Shiro in the eye. “Yeah, it definitely feels like there’s more of you to love…”
“There isn’t,” Shiro whines in faux-protest, trying so hard not to press against Keith’s hand when he’d love almost nothing more than to let Keith grope him and tell him how big and soft and fat he’s getting. “If I’ve put on any weight, which I haven’t? Then it’s probably just five pounds. Maybe ten, at the most.”
“Five or ten pounds on top of how much you already let yourself go before, you mean…” Keith lets the correction hang there between them for a moment, and as he looks up and meets Shiro’s gaze, his expression turns serious. “What d’you say if you want me to stop?”
“Black,” Shiro tells him without needing to think, tucking a stray piece of hair behind Keith’s ear. “And what about your safeword?”
“Don’t worry about me.” When that gets no response, Keith wrinkles his nose like an irritable kitten. “It’s red.”
They’ve had this same exchange so many times before, in different incarnations, but Shiro is usually the one who insists upon it. He doesn’t wilt over the fact that Keith’s bringing this issue up tonight, because that could mean several different things. Keith could be worrying about Shiro more than usual, because he knows that they can skirt close to complicated, messy feelings for him when they play like this, especially when Keith goes in hard. Or he could be making sure they get this out of the way because he’s eager and impatient and it is, after all, his birthday so making him wait any longer than is necessary wouldn’t be very fair. Or Keith could be planning something devilish and want to be clear on safewords before letting himself go through with it.
Either way, Shiro leans down to steal a gentle kiss. He gives Keith a nod and an easy smile by way of saying that they’re good and it’s okay, he’s fine. With a huff, Keith leans up to steal a kiss of his own — one that’s harder, rougher, deeper, but doesn’t last very long — and he’s smirking again when he settles back onto his own feet. He takes a step back and arches an eyebrow down at Shiro’s stomach, before smacking at the lower-hanging roll. Shiro gulps and tries not to get too caught up in how good that sharp crack of pain feels, in how much he likes the wobbling that Keith’s hand sends through his flesh.
“If memory serves? ‘Ten pounds at the most’ would still put you up to two-seventy-five,” Keith points out. As though it helps make his point and isn’t simply for his own enjoyment, he lifts Shiro’s lower pudge up by the underbelly, then lets it drop. The way Shiro’s middle trembles makes his face and the back of his neck burn like they’ve been set on fire, makes his breath hitch in his throat.
Keith smirks like the edge of a knife, like he’s preemptively giving his boyfriend an I told you so. “Judging from the state of your blubber, Shiro? I’m pretty sure you’ve long since passed two-seventy-five… You probably weigh at least twice what I do now, don’t you.”
Keith stretches out so that his t-shirt pulls up and shows off how slim he is, not to mention how much harder and more defined his abs have gotten in the past few months. “I just clocked in at a buck-fifty-two, by the way. Which would put you at three-oh-four. And to think, you used to be so slim, so fit… Who’d’ve ever looked at you before and thought there was such a chubby hubby under all your old muscle, just waiting, longing to get out—”
“I haven’t gotten that fat, alright, Keith?” Shiro’s blush is spreading down his neck, and even though it’s hiding nothing, he folds his arms over his stomach. “Maybe I’ve gained a little extra weight since we last checked, but there is no way that I’m as far gone as you want to think.”
Keith arches an eyebrow and huffs out a breathy laugh. “Denial isn’t very attractive, babe. Especially not when I know you’re smarter than that.”
“Denial of what? Your unfounded accusations? Everything you’re obviously saying because you’re mad at me for not being ready right when you were?” Hugging himself tighter, Shiro sucks in his stomach but not by much. “You don’t even have any evidence! You’re just coming out here and saying that I’m fatter because you want it to be true—”
“Oh, you want evidence? Okay, how about the part where those jeans fit you perfectly back at Allura’s birthday. Now, you don’t even have them buttoned and you’re bursting out of them. How’s that for evidence that you have seriously let yourself pork out this time?” Keith shrugs as if daring Shiro to argue with him, and when Shiro doesn’t take the bait, Keith groans.
Most people wouldn’t notice the difference between that sound and Keith’s normal aggravated groaning, but there’s a playful edge to it that Shiro picks up on that’s only meant for him to hear.
“Look, come on and prove me wrong, Shiro — if you really think you can.” Keith drops his hands to his slender, sharp-boned hips. If he really has gained twelve pounds, then absolutely none of it looks like fat. Pointedly arching an eyebrow, he says, “If you can get your pants done up, then fine, I’ll admit that you didn’t put on weight this summer, or at least you haven’t gotten too much bigger, and then back off. That’s that.”
“And what about if I can’t?” Even without knowing what Keith might offer, Shiro can make a few educated guesses. straightens up and starts tugging at his fly again. He doesn’t suck in, yet, though. Trouble fitting Shiro into his clothes wasn’t meant to be part of any scene tonight, but now that it is, there’s no reason for him to rush. Where’s the fun in that?
Keith shrugs and curls up his lips as he watches Shiro struggle, with a glint in his eye that says Let’s get dangerous. Keeping his voice light enough to sound almost like a threat, he comes closer again and tells Shiro, “If you can’t get those jeans fastened, or if you get them done up and the button comes off before you’ve even looked at dinner? If you bust them open or split the seams or your big. fat. ass. rips them up the back like you did when Lance took us all home for his family reunion? If you prove me right about how you’re gaining weight without really letting me enjoy it, and your favorite jeans don’t fit, and I’m held up from getting to our meal because you’ve gotten too huge and flabby to even tease me through stuffing your face, when that’s the only thing I asked for?”
He pats Shiro’s belly too gently for it to be completely honest before Shiro’s even partly stuffed. “You lose this bet, and I get you up on the scale for my birthday, while you get to see just how fat your ass has gotten lately.”
Shiro grins, trying to make it look like false confidence instead of eagerness. “I’m not fat, okay? I’m a little bit chubby since I quit dieting all the time, but it’s not like I’ve gotten huge or anything. I’m definitely not too big for my jeans. So what, I don’t look like a Calvin Klein model anymore. Sue me if you have to, Keith, ‘cause fact is? I can still do up my favorite pants.”
Keith shrugs and somehow keeps his expression singularly unimpressed, even as he kneads his fingers against Shiro’s stomach, right under the dip at his bellybutton, right where the flab crests out again. “Then quit all your bragging at me and prove it already, Wide-Load. Unless you wanna concede defeat and admit I’m right about you getting fat. I mean, it won’t get you out of letting me see how much you weigh, but you can spare yourself the busted jeans, at least.”
He presses his fingertips into Shiro’s flesh, digging in until he manages to get a whine. For all Shiro knows that part of this requires him to stay in character and stay in a certain mindset, he can’t help letting slip a sigh of admiration as Keith leans against the wall by the mirror. Maybe Shiro’s the one who let himself go off his diet, but Keith — the same Keith who normally only gets away with the lies so small, he doesn’t think of them as lies — shirks off everything he considers himself and slips into this headspace so easily, it’s almost unsettling.
But they have another problem in front of them, one that’s bulging out around Shiro’s midsection, still unsolved and keeping them from a dinner that Keith worked hard to put together. Shiro hasn’t put his best efforts into fixing this issue, though, so the wager could go either way.
