#chubby voltron

[kindaorangey]

in my heacanon where keith becomes some kind of desert gym rat after getting kicked out of the garrison

[jaydexbg]

i may have a type

[twospiritstooprideful]

Hunk Voltron is me, sorry

[autistic-daydreamer]

Headcanoning the kind fat/chubby characters as pansexual is OUT, headcanoning the skinny broody, recluse characters who hate everyone as pansexual is IN

[witchering10123]

I don't have a digital art software yet so sketches it is!

[roseboysstuff]

Just gonna make a little masterlist so my writing doesn't get lost

I use male reader for when I just use male pronouns. Ftm reader for when I mention the words vagina, pussy and clit with male pronouns. Cis M! reader is when I use words like cock and ass with male pronouns.

Leon Kennedy - Pussy drunk - Ftm Reader - Pushing his bf against a wall - Male Reader - Perv for his ftm roommate - Ftm Reader - Possessive yandere husband - Ftm Reader - Husband on their wedding night - Ftm Reader - Jealous FWB - Ftm Reader - Las Plagas infected yandere - Ftm Reader - Him and Luis Serra tagteaming you - Ftm Reader - Yandere bodyguard - Ftm Reader - Fucking his little brother in the shower - Ftm Reader - Taking care of his virgin bf - Ftm Reader - Coming home to his bf humping a stuffed animal - Ftm Reader - Step dad Leon babytrapping his step son Part 1 - Ftm Reader -Part 2 - Ftm Reader - Fucking his virgin bf with a vibrating dildo - Ftm Reader - Making sure his lil bro gets pregnant - Ftm Reader - Las Plagas Leon stuffing reader with his eggs - Ftm Reader - Bunny hybrid reader humping a pillow - Ftm Reader - Step dad leon and his insecure stepson - Ftm Reader - Wolf hybrid Leon and bunny hybrid reader - Ftm Reader - Fingering his friend's son in public - Ftm Reader - Incel loser Leon fucking his step bro - Ftm Reader - His stepson has an oral fixation - Ftm Reader - Dad Leon dressing up as Santa - Ftm Reader - CW : Gore ] Leon fucking reader's eye socket - Male reader - Loser Leon worshipping reader's tdick - Ftm Reader - Alpha Big brother Leon claiming his omega brother - Ftm Reader - Fucking his taken friend - Ftm Reader - Dad! Leon fucking his son on a halloween party - Ftm Reader - Pent up married couple - Ftm Reader - More stepdad! Leon - Ftm Reader - Chubby chaser Leon - Ftm Reader

Takashi Shirogane (Voltron) - Babying his short bf - Male Reader - Gentle daddy dom - Male Reader - Looking after his alcoholic bf - Male Reader - Coming home to his chubby trans bf - Ftm Reader - Impregnating his son - Ftm Reader - (HCs) Apologising after making you flinch - Ftm Reader - Fucking his little boyfriend into overstimulation - Ftm Reader - Spoiling his stepson - Ftm Reader - Coming home after being kidnapped - Ftm Reader - Being down bad for his crush - Male reader

Anakin Skywalker - Fucking his ftm husband - Ftm Reader - Dark anakin fucking his husband - Ftm Reader - Using the force to finger his bf in public - Ftm Reader - Dark anakin being jealous and possessive - Ftm Reader

Fire Lord Zuko - Using his bf as stress relief - Ftm Reader - Sex pollen - Ftm Reader - Reuniting with his stepbrother - Cis m! Reader - HCs of Zuko's kinks - Male! Reader - Pampering his malewife - Male Reader - Getting his husband pregnant again - Ftm Reader - Baby trapping his servant - Ftm Reader

Keith Kogane (Voltron) - His little brother riding his cock in his sleep - Ftm Reader

Guzma (Pokemon) - Domming his childhood friend - Ftm Reader - Guzma nonconning his sleeping lil bro - Ftm Reader

Arven (Pokemon) - Fucking his little brother - Ftm Reader

William Afton (Fnaf movie) - Dad william taking his son's virginity - Ftm Reader - Dad William teaching his son how to ride him - Ftm Reader

Prince Lotor (Voltron) - Yandere Lotor babytrapping - Ftm Reader - Part 2 - Ftm Reader - Part 3 - Ftm Reader - Keeping his son on a leash - Ftm Reader

OCs Yandere popular brother - Introduction (Not Smutty) - Male reader - He gets jealous of you talking to another boy - Ftm Reader

[niqosblog]

Why Do People Distrust Reboots of Cartoons?

An Analysis

Root of The Trust Issues

I feel like ever since Teen Titans Go, people have lost faith in reboots of classic shows. Especially since their only basis is "this is a show for little kids", and they expect it to be immature and plotless.

You can't just announce that you're making a TV show reboot of a classic with a more simplistic art style without expecting backlash.

Just saying "I like the [insert media] reboot!" Everyone is gonna be on your back and say that it's a bad lifeless reboot. But I believe that some are actually good. They have kept up similar themes and still progress with the modern world.

The Exception

If we're really getting into this topic, may I say that Voltron: Legendary Defender is a reboot that people loved to pieces. Even with its awful ending, people still loved it. Yet no one asked for it.

No one looked at the old Voltron and said "I wish there was a reboot".

Was the show good? YES!

It performed amazing during its run. It had a strong fan following to it as well.

Was it bar for bar, character for character accurate? NO!

Keith was supposed to end up with Allura, going so far as to marry her. Pidge was actually a clumsy dwarf boy that had a crush on Allura. Hunk was some buff white guy rather than a chubby Samoan dude.

Yet, did people complain? ALSO NO. And the only reason why, was the art style.

Simplistic Art Style

Then we get to things like the My Little Pony and Strawberry Shortcake Reboot. These are objectively good reboots as a stand alone, without a nostalgia bias.

They have representation, life lessons, friendship themes, basically everything that the original was. But the fact it's a 'reboot' is what throws people into hysteria.

Strawberry Shortcake was always a spunky girl who would always problem solve in a kind and caring way. Always true to her friends, loved making friends.

She is such a stereotypical good girl that the show even pokes fun at it. Making jokes that she's too trustworthy and friendly. And they keep this trend in the reboot. Yet people didn't watch it.

And you want to know why?

"it looks lifeless" "it lost its spark" "the designs are ugly"

Why This Argument Sucks

This isn't a real argument. Exhibit A would be Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT).

We can agree that TMNT has kept a consistent art style. Mostly consisting of the big eyes, similar body shapes, wide mouths... The only two thing differentiating them being the eye covers and weapons.

Now in the reboot, there are several differences.

Raphael - Stocky, beefy, wider, taller, snaggle tooth

Leonardo - skinner waist, broad shoulders, long head, slightly muscular arms, eye markings

Donatello - basically the same as Leo but he has skinner arms, and goggles

Michaelangelo - rounder, shorter, bigger eyes, more colors

Unlike the other adaptations, where they look like the same copy and paste character with a slight hue shift, they actually look different. But before it came out, there was a lot of backlash of the characters looking ugly.

That soon changed when clips started circling around that people gave it a shot. And guess what. They liked it! They called the characters charming and unique, and even got a huge fandom from shares on Tiktok and advertisements from the program airing the show.

Sure, people did complain about the simplicity. But they eventually came to enjoy it. So why can't people keep the same energy for other reboots?

Nostalgia

The biggest factor of all is nostalgia. I loved Strawberry Shortcake: Berry Bitty Adventures. And I dabbled in watching the 2003 version because I loved it when I was a kid. Yet, I still love the reboot.

Berry in the Big City isn't a bad reboot, people just don't want to give it a chance because of the nostalgia factor. They grew up with the 2003-2009 version and expect no changes, and when things did change they threw a fit.

I don't know how to tell you this, but this show was made for KIDS. Not teenagers looking for a fun watch, not adults looking for a taste of classic TV, but children.

Sure, there are some teens and adults who love this show because they might be a babysitter or an older sibling. Or maybe just someone who heard it was good and wanted to give it a watch.

But if your only reason for disliking a show is that "it's not my [insert character]" is showing that you're just scared of change. If I'm really being honest, BITBC shows more personality in their characters.

Back in Berry Bitty Adventures, they all felt like the same girl just with a different goal. Here, Strawberry is more hyperactive and passionate, Blueberry is going with the flow and airhead-ish, Orange is a competitive athlete, Lemon is an emotionally closed off inventor, Lime is a nerdy fashionista.

And they all look different.

I have confused Raspberry Torte and Strawberry in 2009 more times than I can count. Even characters like Cherry Jam and Blueberry who have a different color scheme, look similar when desaturated.

And if you feel hurt by the fact that I'm saying cons about a series you loved as a kid, then you're part of the problem.

I don't expect you to say that "oh, yeah, I can see that." but instead, admit that not everything you grew up with was perfect.

And if Strawberry Shortcake isn't enough proof that people glorify the original too much, may I remind you people continuously hate the Monster High reboot.

The original had racial stereotypes, outdated jokes, sexist characters, toxic relationships (that for some reason stayed together), misrepresentation of disorders, and way more.

The reboot actually tries to be sensitive to who might be watching their show. They made Asian coded characters not yellow, they properly represent disabilities, they don't make Abbey's foreign accent a joke, they have body diversity. And g1 is apparently still superior.

Another reminder is that when g1 tried to make progress with their first gay character, they back tracked it and made it subtext. There will always be a problem with g1 Monster High, the only people who ignore it are people who are scared of change.

Conclusion

Are you supposed to watch all reboots from now and forever into eternity. No. This is just a thing I noticed when goons glaze on a cartoon that they (probably) didn't even watch getting a reboot.

There are bad reboots out there, (I'm looking at you Velma..), but I feel like if you just watched a couple episodes you'd find them more enjoyable. The original doesn't disappear when you watch a reboot. In fact, most of the examples I've mentioned are free on YouTube.

[sku1l-b4e]

Master List🫶🏻

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Fandoms I write for:

--✭ Tokio Hotel --✭ Fnaf

--✭ Voltron. --✭ Journeys End

--✭ Creepypasta --✭ The Santa Clause 2

--✭ COD MW2. --✭ MPHFPC

--✭ Marble Hornets

--✭ KISS

¡¡ I take requests !!

Tokio Hotel

Bill:

ׂ╰┈➤ School Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

╰┈➤ He found out.

ׂ╰┈➤ Headcanons (chubby cheeks)

╰┈➤ Sorry !!

Tom:

╰┈➤ "These damn ribbons..."

╰┈➤ Beach Day !!

╰┈➤ Private Lessons

╰┈➤ Movie Night...🫣

ׂ╰┈➤ Headcanons (short reader)

╰┈➤ Headcanons (tall reader)

The Santa Clause

╰┈➤ Bernard The Head Elf - Headcanons

Call Of Duty

╰┈➤ Valeria Garza Headcanons

NOT COMPLETED

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

Could you write a little bit more on Endurance

Hey, thanks for your prompt! Endurance is getting to be quite the old DotU lotura one-shot, but it seemed like a good challenge for writing in past tense again. So, here we go!

Endurance Part 2

Princess Allura stood in the entryway of the large room, holding her sleeping baby tight in her arms, face tense, her golden hair straggling curls down her shoulder. “Are you sure the Garrison is…safe?” she asked quietly.

On the walk through the Galaxy Garrison, various officers eyed Allura with a mix of horror and pity as she carried the bastard child of Crown Prince Lotor of the Drule.

Keith turned back to her, waving his hand. “These are quarters for royalty and ambassadors,” he said. “Fortified against airstrikes, earthquakes, and especially evil Drule princes, alright?” His face softened. “We won’t let anything get to you here.”

Her heart sunk, even as she managed a weak smile. “Of course, but, um. But that’s not what I’m worried about.” She stepped in, daring to pull back the blanket around her sleeping baby, revealing his chubby lavender cheek. “I’m worried someone will take my son from me. Maybe from the Alliance, or—or maybe even King Zarkon will find us.”

Keith sat on a chair beside the large bed, tiredly leaning his jacketed elbows on his knees. “Princess,” he said gently. “No one’s gonna take the kid away. People here are just, you know, concerned about your health.”

“I’m fine,” she retorted shortly, breath hitching. Her wrist still crinkled with a bandage from her IV, her eyes bagged with exhaustion. “The hospital released me, didn’t they?”

“It’s not just your physical health we’re all worried about.”

Allura’s eyes burned with tears as she held his gaze before breaking away to ghost toward the well-built, white-painted crib by the bed. “You don’t think I can do it,” she said. She leaned over to settle the snoozing baby on the crib bed, tucking in his little arms with the blanket before pulling away. “You don’t think I can emotionally handle being a mother and coming back to Team Voltron, after…all that has happened.”

Keith bit his lip. “I don’t know, can you? I mean, this is a lot to work through for anybody.”

She ran a hand absentmindedly over her still-slightly swollen stomach, the empire waist of her dress wrinkling beneath her fingers.

She knew Lotor would want her to play weak. To play the innocent, helpless victim, to save herself instead of speaking the truth—that they had willingly loved, willingly created life together.

(But maybe there was a third way? One that would give her power to help Lotor escape from prison?)

And then her eyes hardened, her fingers clenching into her dress with determination. “Don’t worry, Keith,” Allura said. “My fever made it hard to think for a bit, but Lotor didn’t break me. I’m ready to prove to him and the rest of the Drule empire that Voltron still stands.”

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Several days passed in the whirlwind of settling back onto Earth, with Princess Allura more confidently carrying around her sleepy, giggly baby son. He leaned his heavy cheek against her shoulder as she held him tightly to her.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” Hunk whispered to her as they walked down the darkened hallway, with a set of guards trailing behind them. “I mean, it’s Lotor, you know?”

“I know who it is, Hunk,” she said, eyes determined. On that day, she wore full royal regalia, the color returning to her pale skin as it flushed with health. Her long, pink skirts slid quietly against the stone floor. “But I need to do this. I need it for me, you understand?”

Hunk glanced over at Keith, who flanked Allura on the other side.

Keith raised his hands helplessly, waving to Allura, as if to say, She has a mind of her own, don’t look at me.

Allura’s heart skipped beats as they passed cells with various Drule warriors crouched in the corners of their cells, yellow eyes trained on her curiously and inspecting the baby in her arms—clearly of Drule heritage.

The closer they approached Lotor’s cell, the greater the security. Hunk called out, carrying a blaster, “Look alive, people. This here is Princess Allura, and ain’t no one allowed to even look at her the wrong way, you got that?”

Garrison soldiers flurried around them, raising additional weapons to circle Princess Allura protectively.

And then they stopped at the final prison cell, cloaked mostly in darkness save for a glimmer of light from a flickering, nearby fluorescent light.

“Okay, princess,” Keith said tensely. “This is his cell. Whatever you wanna say, you can say it, and then we’ll get you back upstairs for dinner, alright?”

“I’m okay, Keith,” she said distantly, readjusting the baby in her arms.

And then she stepped forward, peering into the cell, skin chilling in the damp cold.

Her heart stopped.

Lotor sat on the dirty floor, his powerful limbs heavily shackled and simple tunic streaked with dried mud. His matted white hair streaked against a sweaty, bruised cheek as he glanced up at her. His yellow eyes widened, the cat-like pupils dilating in relief at the sight of her before tightening in fear. “Allura,” he whispered.

Her voice wavered as she stood before him, skin chilling in the damp cold. “That would be Princess Allura of Arus to you,” she said, voice wavering as she raised her chin. “Kneel before the mother of your child.”

Lotor exhaled, a mild horror in him that she would visit his prison cell, and he slipped forward, his bound wrists crunching against the stone to drag himself toward the bars. His voice broke hard as he rasped to her, “I cannot bow to you properly in these chains, for my waist is anchored to the wall. Release me, and I will bow to you then.”

She pressed her lips together tightly before narrowing her eyes. “You are not to be released,” she retorted. She hid her trembling fingers in the thick blankets around their baby, who cooed in his sleep, his white curls ticking her chin. “You are to stand trial for your many crimes, against not only me but also against the Alliance. It is unlikely for you to receive anything less than the death penalty.”

Lotor tilted his head, searching her eyes to understand her ploy. An old mischief rose in him. “Would you mourn for me, princess?”

Yes, her heart cries.

“No,” she said shakily. 

“Then why do you appear to me now?” he demanded.

Allura licked her bottom lip before saying as if in royal decree, “It is so that you know what you do not have, for I remain the Princess of Arus, and this child of mine will be raised in Arusian ways of peace and diplomacy. He will never know that his father was a son of Zarkon, and the legacy of your bloodline will never corrupt his heart.”

As she spoke, her words growing with fervor, she enacted her plan. A key—a single key to a scout ship she’d filched from the flight deck of the Garrison—slipped down the inside band of her skirt, falling onto the floor. For his eyes alone, she darted her gaze to the stone, stepping forward to slide the key just under the bars, where no one but him would see.

In his chains in the corner of the cell, Lotor’s eyes brightened with tears. His fists clenched with anticipation. “So, you have come to deliver news of my impending death, then.”

She swallowed hard before backing away, eyes burning. “In twelve hours, your trial will begin. And I will not be there. Instead, I will sit upon the great balconies of the Garrison, dining on my favorite dishes and reveling in the peace and finery due my station—all the things you denied me while I was your captor. And I will not see your trial or your death. So this is a goodbye, once and for all, Prince Lotor of the Drule.”

Allura turned away, eyes burning in want to turn back around and wrench open the jail cell—unchain Lotor and hold him just as tightly as she held their son—

Lotor’s voice rose with a halted laugh, his chains clinking as he secretly grabbed for the key while wrapping a hand around one of the heavy cell bars. “Oh, you wicked woman!” he called to her in a ragged boom. “Whether in chains or circlets, you still order the very stars of my universe. I will die a happy man, knowing that I am reflected in our child. I will live on, through you.”

His scarred fingers tightened upon the additional key, clamping down as hard as his mind held to the additional information she had given about time and location.  

Keith gently grabbed onto Allura’s shoulders. “Come on, princess, let’s get you out of this terrible place.” He leveled a hard glare at Lotor. “And away from this trash.”

Allura managed a brief glance backward in worry as the guards guided her away, a slight hope rising in her as Lotor leaned his forehead against the bars, staring back with earnestness.

And his old, tell-tale calculation.

[quixotical-lymbo]

Request Page

Hello, I hope you're having a nice day, welcome to my request page!

Here is where you can see what I will write for and what I won't. I recommend looking at my bio and introduction post for more context on what I will write for, availiabilty, get to know me, etc.

if you're already familiar with my writing and love it, consider buying me a kofi :)

Now let's get to it!

I'll be accepting three-five requests at a time so as to not overwhelm myself. Burnout is no joke after all. Just check my bio for whenever this amount changes!

edit (Oct. 8th, 24): instead of checking my bio to see whether requests are open, just send in your request but please keep in mind that I have the right to not do it. Writing for me is all for good fun!

Length/Types of Requests I can do:

Poly requests (I'm not doing certain poly stuff such as wukong x mk x reader or macaque x mk x reader)

Headcanons/Drabbles (100-850)

Short Fic (900-2,000)

Long Fic (3,000+)

Types of Readers I can write (fyi, if you don't see the reader you want, it's either because I forgot or I am unable to write for that reader because I fear I'll mess it up):

fem!reader

male!reader

afab!reader

amab!reader

gn!reader

chubby!reader

glasses-wearing!reader

child!/teen!reader (platonic requests ONLY)

etc.

Fandoms/Characters I currently CAN write for:

Lego Monkie Kid:

Sun Wukong, Six Eared Macaque, MK, Red Son.

Transformers:

TF One -> Orion Pax/Optimus Prime, D-16/Megatron, Elita-1, Bumblebee, Sentinel Prime.

TFP -> Optimus Prime, Megatron.

Fandoms/Topics I WILL NOT write for/Request will be denied if this is requested:

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

DSMP

Dragon Ball Z

MHA

JJK

TADC

Homestuck

Hiveswap

Invader Zim

Genshin Impact

Fnf

FNAF

Minecraft

One piece

Voltron

Smut (on this blog, check my sideblog for NSFW but MDNI)

R@pe

Incest/stepcest

P!ss kink

Sc@t kink

Proships/Comp ships

And if anything bothers me that I haven't listed here then the request will be denied and I'll update this list.

Star dividers by @enchanthings !!

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Anon asked: Anon asked: Hi can I get a match up please? I'm a 5'6 chubby girl with a short temper but is really nice, but has a bit of a trust issue and I love to draw. I have black mid length hair, brown eyes, and I have glasses. I'm also a bit of a nerd when it comes to anime, cartoons, or school sometimes. Also the shows I had in mind were Uta no prince sama, Voltron, and Free! (Also I admire your work so much! Your stories are so amazing you've inspired me to do x chubby readers too).

Oh my gosh! I need you to DM me annon so I can read through your x chubby reader inserts! PLEASE! Thank you for your kind words. I hope you enjoy your matchup! <3 <3

I match you with:

Pidge from Voltron

Understands your trust issues, she has the same. If you ever want to talk to her about them, she's there to listen. Being a fellow nerd herself she likes to geek out to things that you both have in common like school or anime. She likes the fact that you're chubby. You're soft to hold and hug and you bring her a sense of comfort and safety. In private she's very clingy to you, but you don't mind.

Nagisa from Free!

Honestly thinks your short temper is kind cute. Likes to rile you up a little bit just to se you get mad, but he'll apologize shortly after especially if you don't talk to him. Nagisa geeks out over his own things like cute things or swimming so you both hear about each others passions. Loves the fact that you're chubby. You're his personal teddy bear and he's extremely clingy always holding and grabbing your soft parts. Relaxing with you is his favorite thing.

Shinomiya Natsuki from Uta Prince No Sama

When he sees your chubby stature, he's hooked on you. You're absolutely adorable to him and he just wants to keep you for himself. Kisses your chubby parts daily and will hold you to him at any given time. When you lose your temper, he just picks you up and whisks you away to cool down, he thinks it's cute when you're mad, but he wants to make sure you don't do anything you'll regret.

[dinoshaverights]

For all the older Gen Z and young millennials out there feeling nostalgic this week, here's a modern version of Jimmy Buffett's Pencil Thin Mustache. I'm sorry.

To the Tune of Jimmy Buffet's Pencil Thin Mustache:

Now they make new movies in old C.G.

With the type of endings, no one wants to see

So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage

Honey, jump right up and show your age

I wish I had a handlebar mustache

The early 2000s kind

A two-toned MCR jacket

And an autographed picture of Harry Styles

I remember bein' buck-toothed and chubby

Wearing T-shirts with that ol' Justice monkey

Oh, I wish I had a handlebar mustache

Then I could be a hipster too!

Then it's handstands, Disneylands, growin' up fast

Limited afternoon T.V.!

Oh! Hot Topic scaring everyone's mama,

And it was super illegal to be smokin' marijuana!

Yeah, I wish I had a handlebar mustache

Then I could be a hipster too!

....

Curly, Twirly, handlebar mustache

....

Then it's black top, gravel rock, scapin' my knee

Wrestin' on the livin' room floor, so sore

Yeah, send yourself to college,

try to gain a little knowledge.

When all you wanna do is not be poor!

Yeah, but now I'm gettin' on, don't watch Voltron

I'm deep in dept and I'm on the run,

But I can jump on Minecraft and still have fun!

Just the way that it used to be

That's why I wish I had a handlebar mustache

The early 2000s kind

A two-toned MCR jacket

And an autographed picture of Harry Styles

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be

Maybe suave Flynn Rider or ol' Barry B.

If I only had a handlebar mustache

Then I could do some web surfin' too

Yeah, it's not the same, but we don't really mind

Oh, I could do some web surfin' too

[love-sweet-tooth]

Doughnuts

Last one for double dip. I kind of got onto a roll with them. I really could have taken this drabble and turned it into a oneshot but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe I’ll write a longer version of it next month. What do you guys think?

Fandom: Voltron / Pairing: Klance / Prompts: Quarantine and taste tester / Words: 958

Warning: This is a weight gain/kink story. Don’t like, don’t read.

Keith leaned against the counter top across from Lance, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Lance’s t-shirts. He’d put on a little bit of quarantine weight. Nothing Lance would have noticed and nothing he couldn’t lose once they were allowed out into the world again.

When everything started shutting down due to COVID-19, Keith and Lance made the decision to quarantine together. They were a few days shy of their six months anniversary and so helplessly in love with each other, they weren’t sure they’d survive the pandemic without the other’s touch. But, where Keith was lucky and was able to work from home, Lance was required to help his family at their bakery.

“Try this,” he said to Keith, plopping a blue box down beside his boyfriend one day after work. The words McClain Bakery were written in thick, cursive font across the lid.

When Keith opened the box, he was greeted by the smell of warm vanilla and almonds. A single doughnut was in the center. It looked edible enough but that didn’t stop Keith from raising a brow.

Lance was the bakery’s barista and hardly ever dabbled in baked goods.

“It’s not poisonous, I swear. It’s just, with business extremely slow right now, I figured we should try to mix up the menu,” he explained, sitting across from Keith.

Keith’s gaze slid back to the doughnut. “Vanilla and almond are… mixing it up?”

“This is just one of the many flavors I have in mind. Change doesn’t happen overnight.”

“And it’s edible?”

Lance fixed him with a glare. “Just eat it, ass hat.”

Slowly, but surely, Keith raised the doughnut to his lips and took a small bite. The dryness struck him first however the rich vanilla was enough to make it at least somewhat enjoyable. “This is your first attempt, right?” Lance’s gaze narrowed, making Keith squirm. “I - it’s good, really. Lance, it’s good.”

“But…”

“It’s dry.” Then, hoping to soften the blow, he took another bite. “Not enough that it’s bad. I really like the vanilla.”

That quelled Lance’s anger. He deflated, sinking back in his chair, before leaping up. “I’ll grab you some milk, as long as you want the rest.”

Keith, wanting to keep his boyfriend, eagerly nodded.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Keith continued to taste test for Lance. At first it started as a few times a week but quickly became more frequent. One doughnut turned into two, two turned into three. Keith went from eating half of a doughnut to eating three in one sitting. And the doughnuts, thankfully, got better.

“I’ve come a long way from vanilla and almonds, huh?” Lance asked two months later. He was prideful and Keith couldn’t disagree. He was steadily improving. To the extent that Keith was starting to get cravings for them on days Lance didn’t bring any home.

He leaned against the counter top across from Lance, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Lance’s t-shirts. He’d put on a little bit of quarantine weight. Nothing Lance would have noticed and nothing he couldn’t lose once they were allowed out into the world again.

Licking the strawberry frosting off of his fingertips, he agreed, “How many flavors are you thinking of coming up with?”

“I don’t know. Depends on how long quarantine goes on for.”

As much as that answer sent a thrill through Keith, he also felt a pang of worry. He was starting to really like the doughnuts. He couldn’t say so much for his waistline. But he was sure that part of him could just deal with it. It’s not like quarantine would go on forever.

A week or so later and sweatpants were all Keith could fit into and, even then, they were digging into his hips more every day. He had sprouted a double chin and, only after Lance playfully poked at his middle did he notice his potbelly.

He worked five days a week for eight hours a day and the one time he ventured to the gym (which was now opened), he witnessed several people refusing to wear masks. Not to mention all the side glances he received from all the regulars he saw. He had put on fifteen pounds, not sprouted wings.

Halfway through summer, he finally caved and bought new pants. Both jeans and sweats. At that point, Lance was giving him half a dozen doughnuts a day. He’d usually eat them after dinner when they cuddled together watching TV. They weren’t dry anymore.

“As light as these are, they really sit in your stomach, you know,” Keith finally commented one night. He sat back on the sofa, the box of doughnuts empty and discarded. He had adjusted his new sweats so that the waistband was under his growing gut. He hadn’t checked the scale recently but he knew this was more than just fifteen pounds.

Worry sparkled in Lance’s eyes, making Keith want to eat his words. “I don’t have to bring you as many anymore. Maybe just the new flavors - or improvements,” he said.

Keith shifted. Despite how stuffed he was, he still felt his whole body wobble from the movement. “No, it isn’t that. I like the doughnuts. It’s just…” Was now the time to point the very obvious fact out to Lance that he had put on quarantine weight?

“They can be really filling,” Lance said, before he could come to a decision. Reaching out, he ran a soothing hand across Keith’s middle. He had to bite his tongue to stop the moan that threatened to pass his lips. “Does this help?”

He silently nodded, his face puffy and red from both the doughnuts and Lance.

The next night when Lance brought home more doughnuts, he didn’t even ask Keith if he wanted his belly rubbed. He just started doing it. It happened the next night, the following night, the rest of the week. Keith stopped suppressing his moans when he touched him and Lance started adding more doughnuts in every box.

[razorcat26]

A Beach Stuffing

Hey, so I’m a little late to @get-beached for 2020 but I was inspired by @love-sweet-tooth to write a little story featuring a fat Keith from Voltron. I absolutely love chubby Keith! Hopefully, there will be more stories to come!

Set probably after the end of the series, where Keith has been spending too much time at Lance’s. Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender / Prompt: Beach + Too Fat for things (clothes) / Word Count: 393

Keith, carrying a beach towel and cooler bag, tries to adjust his red and white board shorts as he walks down towards the beach. They were feeling quite restrictive and tight around his waist as they dug into his pillowy gut. He should not have listened to Lance when he convinced him to go to the beach topless. The full extent of his eating habits was on display as his belly jiggled with every step he took. His tree trunk thighs rubbed together which made him feel more self-conscious. Keith’s arms also thickened up and he had begun to develop a double chin. There was no doubt about it, he was downright fat! His extra weight was bound to happen, what with no strict training schedule and plenty of free time and delicious food at Lance’s.  

Continuing down the beach, he begins to feel like he is being watched by other people, shocked at the current state of the former red Paladin. Trying to avoid eye contact, he heads towards a quiet section of beach. He lays down his beach towel and cooler bag and sits down cross-legged on his towel. This made his belly push further against his board shorts.

Trying to get comfortable he says, “Stupid board shorts, they must have shrunk in the wash.”

Keith then hears a rumble coming from his stomach. “You can’t be serious!?” he exclaims. “I only ate like an hour ago.”

Keith then open the cooler bag, which Lance had packed. Inside lay all of Keith’s favourite treats, from red velvet cupcakes to chocolate chip cookies. His stomach rumbled louder; he knew he should wait but they all looked so delicious. He grabs one of the cupcakes and begins stuffing his face. Lance’s food was always so tasty.  

After devouring several cupcakes, Keith started to feel full. His belly began to feel tight as it put more strain on his board shorts, but he could not stop there. He was still hungry!

10 minutes later, Keith polished off the rest of Lance’s sweets and let out a mighty burp. He was completed stuffed so much so that he hears slight rip of his board shorts. They had begun ripping at the seams. Embarrassed and red-faced Keith notices that someone is walking towards him. Crap it was Lance, he could not let him see him like this.  

[squishylotus]

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

[blackdonuthole]

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!