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late 20s - kink curious

[chaiwg]

I am loving the Ilya-never-played-hockey AUs. I'm loving especially imagining an Ilya who funneled his talent and discipline into an intellectual or artistic pursuit rather than a physical one. Ilya the scholar! Ilya the painter! Ilya the opera singer! ugh they're all so good.

Like, consider literature major Ilya who has always been at least husky, growing with each passing year of sedentary reading into pudgy and then eventually fat. Sneaking snacks into the library because he's never been able to focus without something to munch on. Out of breath walking from his dorm to the dining hall where he'll inevitably get seconds, probably thirds. Squeezing into the lecture hall chairs, the table cutting into his soft upper belly.

And he's the most brilliant student in class, always arguing with the professor and dropping insights no one else was sharp enough to pick up on. And Shane's always two rows behind him daydreaming over this guy who's not only the hottest man he's ever seen but also dazzlingly smart and funny to boot. One day Ilya lets out a little grunt trying to pry himself up and out of his seat and Shane nearly drools overhearing it.

Idk I'm just enamored with the idea of a soft, unconditioned, fully indulgent Ilya in contrast with repressed jocky Shane. As they start spending time together Ilya slips so naturally into a comfortable mode in which he bosses Shane around lightly - hand me the bag of chips on my desk, pick me up a frap on your way back from the gym - and Shane acquiesces breathlessly, Ilya is so sexy when he demands to be treated without lifting a finger of his own.

Ilya gets increasingly used to being doted on, which has the double benefit of giving him more time and energy to devote to his studies as well as so obviously driving Shane crazy. The demands get greedier: tie my shoe for me (Ilya can't reach without straining). Go get me the book I need from the library (he doesn't feel like exerting himself).

Just Ilya and his books and his boyfriend and his growing body that spills out of the elastic shorts he borrows from Shane when he sleeps over, deep red stretch marks framing plump hips. When the elevator breaks Shane gets the absolute pleasure of watching Ilya huff slowly up the stairs, heaving his hefty thighs and jiggling on each step, while Shane fights back a grin from where he stands at the top of the landing, having taken the stairs with ease. When Ilya finally reaches the top and is doubled over trying to catch his breath (well - as doubled over as he can be with so much belly in the way), he turns to Shane and smirks and says he could really use some ice cream to cool down, knowing this means Shane'll have to descend the stairs and go to the store and come all the way back and will likely not break a sweat the entire time, while Ilya flops onto his bed and has a snack because it's too long to wait for Shane to get back.

[cats-obsession93]

tw ED / fatphobia

if another person tells me they are on Ozempic i will have to pass away i can’t take this anymore i need everyone to be fatter and happier asap and THIS INCLUDES MYSELF!

[cats-obsession93]

college maybe frat AU w shredded shane and fat ilya and shane’s sexual awakening. let me stew on this a bit bc i’m thinking everyone’s surprised even ilya

[cats-obsession93]

late night, i’m thinking about shane growing up knowing he likes fat bodies but still in denial or confusion about being gay bc maybe he’s only dated thick women bc it’s easier to still admire and his friends tease and call him a chubby chaser and it’s just prolonged his figuring out he’s gay

[ffainbk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Thank you for coming to see me today Mr. Rozanov. Please have a seat” the man said gesturing towards a wooden chair in front of the imposing desk.

“Do you know why you’ve been referred to me?”

“Da” Ilya said brusquely, slapping the side of his substantial gut for emphasis, making it jiggle.

“Yes, that’s right. Please. Sit.” the man behind the desk repeats, pointing to the chair again.

Ilya glances down skeptically at the spindly chair with the narrow armrests bracketing either side of the seat.

He hesitates.

[ryeoates]

the "oh shit" effect

Shane trades his outgrown jeans for a comfortable pair of joggers that sit comfortably below his waist, wandering over to his floor mirror with a bit of hesitancy. He knows what he looks like. Still, he can't help but lift up his tee and ghost his hand over his middle. His abs are still there— barely. Honestly, there's not that much of a difference in his body. His ass and thighs are a little bigger. That's all. Nothing to write home about.

He'll just cool it on the late night dining hall trips and beer. Maybe add more cardio into his already exhausting workout routine. That'll fix the problem before he goes home for for the holidays.

Definitely. Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University

Weight Gain

Chubby Shane Hollander

Barista Ilya Rozanov

LINK!

[bearilya]

6XLya’s ass must be otherworldly at this point. Like 8th wonder of the world shit.

Let’s just say it’s kept up with the rest of him

[bearilya]

how well is 6Xlya fitting in his husband’s jeep these days

…It’s tight. Maybe they sold the cherokee and replaced it with something without that raised middle console, but he’s never appreciated Shane’s SUV habit more. His husband is a divine seer and the roomy utility vehicles his prophecy. He tells Shane that the SUV saves his life and Shane says “I know :-}” and he wonders what kind of future lifestyle Shane had really been factoring in all along.

The car sinks a few inches when he gets in, his huge thighs either squished by the door or spilling over into the middle depending on how he adjusts himself— usually the middle, given that Shane has a habit of reaching out and feeling his side for stress relief when they’re sitting in traffic. Drives longer than an hour get uncomfortable; there’s barely any room for him to spread his legs, his belly crushing his thighs, ass going numb, and if he were in the driver’s seat more often it would be an issue. It’s something, thinking that he barely wore a seatbelt half the time back when they fit him, and now he’s married and was the one to seek out an extender before he really needed one (he really does now)…

[snugshane]

Thinking about Shane getting a small “81” tattoo on his pelvis sometime after him and Ilya are married. As Shane starts gaining weight at first the numbers start to stretch out with him as he grows. Eventually, it becomes hidden by flab and rolls as he gets bigger and bigger. Ilya of course loves to push back Shane’s fat to give it some attention and check in how the number has grown along with him.

[cats-obsession93]

it’s a beautiful monday to read wg fanfic on the clock

[creamsiclemelt]

today I am thinking about the fact that everything shane knows about what hes into is inextricably linked to ilya. all his kinks are either things ilya introduced him to or things he fantasized ilya doing to him/doing with ilya. yeah there's fantasies about other people (random unnamed older guy on his juniors team who took him under his wing, random unnamed guy on his juniors team who was a little mean in a way that made shane's heart pound, some hockey players when he was younger etc) but ultimately, it all came back to ilya.

sure, if he squints hard enough he can remember the way he liked when things hurt a bit, those times praise lit him up inside. but nothing concrete, not without ilya.

one day, after getting fucked until all the thoughts are gone from his head and coming out of his tongue, spilling out in front of ilya, "you know, sometimes i wonder if you did this to me."

"what, sweetheart?"

"made me like all this. if i'd like all this if you hadn't taught me."

silence

"it's good. i like that i'm custom made for you."

and, well. what's ilya supposed to do other than fuck shane about it?

[calcitefunk]

College AU with chunky stoner!Ilya and jock!Shane where they meet at a party, Shane finds Ilya in one of the million rooms of the house that is hosting the party Hayden dragged Shane to. Ilya is watching Shane from a beanbag, smoking a joint while Shane sits himself in the beanbag next to Ilya, just relieved to not be next to a blaring speaker anymore. He introduces himself and Ilya does too, handing the joint over to Shane, who holds it while he talks to Ilya casually. Ilya is leaning back in the beanbag he'd chosen, his poor posture only highlighted the pudge lining his midsection, a result of late night drunk fast food one too many times. He knew his beer belly was pushing up against his shirt, threatening to start poking out if he drank anymore that night, and yet he still raised his red solo cup of rum and coke to his lips. Shane had been talking with the joint in his hand for a minute before Ilya realized he wasn't going to hit it, he put his hand out and Shane gave it back, still talking (about hockey, the sport he played, Ilya was listening). Ilya interrupts Shane, asking him why he took the joint if he wasn't going to hit it, taking a hit of it himself to keep it lit. Shane is silent for a second, then tells Ilya he doesn't know how to smoke. This is absurd to Ilya but also so funny, this cute and talkative jock was just so innocent.

He tells Shane he should try shotgunning a hit with Ilya, explaining how it works. He half expects Shane to tell him no thanks, but to Ilya's surprise Shane agrees. Ilya leans in close and pulls from the joint, and now him and Shane are face to face, inches away. Ilya can now really see Shane's freckles, he tries to take a mental photo before focusing on just grazing Shane's lips with his and blowing the smoke out, Shane inhales, taking in most all of what was in Ilya's lungs. Seconds later Shane instinctively turns his head to the side and blows it all out, coughing a little, but overall feeling good. He's still close to Ilya, when he leans forward like this Shane can see his belly crease into two rolls through his shirt, his jeans cutting into the swell of Ilya's bloated stomach. Ilya was broad and wide, thick arms and shoulders that made him look like an overstuffed teddybear, his pudgy belly only being held back by his jeans. Ilya takes another hit and pulls Shane by his hand to stand, just to lead him into sitting down on Ilya's lap in the beanbag. It's deep, and as Shane falls into Ilya's lap he ends up leaning against Ilya's softened pecs, unable to tilt himself any other way. Shane swallows nervously, wrapping one arm behind Ilya's neck and bringing his pink lips to Ilya's, drawing in one more time. Ilya lets Shane inhale it all before connecting their mouths, kissing the other man passionately. Shane wraps his other arm around Ilya's neck and deepens the kiss, pushing into Ilya. Shane lets the smoke come out from his nose so they didn't have to stop kissing, it stung as he did it, but he wasn't going to tell Ilya that.

Shane needed to be closer, his brain was getting a little fuzzy now but everything Ilya was doing to him felt electric, he couldn't pull himself away even if he wanted to. Shane turned his body more towards Ilya's, going from sitting sideways to straddling him, taking up as much space as he was allowed. Ilya's distended gut was taking up some prime real estate of his lap, but Shane wedged himself in anyways, putting pressure on Ilya's midsection in a way that made him let out a groan as Shane started grinding into his swollen lower belly. Shane noticed Ilya tasted like coke and some kind of alcohol, nothing like the beer Shane had earlier that night. Ilya had his hands on Shane's hips, which were currently grinding into Ilya's middle with no regard for how full he was. Shane was like an eager puppy that couldn't wait for Ilya to touch him, he was going to get attention somehow.

Ilya was considering getting up and locking the door (even though this wasn't even his room) before a brown haired man came through the door, calling for Shane. He locked eyes with Ilya and groaned in frustration as he saw Shane, who was high as fuck, busy sucking hickies and kissing all over Ilya's neck, not having heard Hayden at all, still grinding. As good as it felt, Ilya wills Shane's hips to stop moving, for the sake of whoever this guy was looking for Shane. Hayden, Shane's friend, according to him, was looking for Shane so they could head out back to their dorm room. Hayden takes stock of his friend, eyes half closed and red, he had finally stopped kissing Ilya but also made no attempt to get up either, snuggling his head into the crook of Ilya's neck. Shane rested one hand on the curve of Ilya's belly, and Ilya had to try not to blush furiously in front of Shane's 'friend' Hayden or whatever his name was. Hayden asked Ilya if Shane had taken anything, and Ilya shook his head no, just mentioning the two hits Shane had taken (he did not mention the method of delivery), which made Hayden laugh to himself, mumbling something about 'first time being crossed' and 'practice tomorrow'. Hayden took one of Shane's arms around his neck and lifted him from Ilya's lap, Shane finally was standing up but leaning heavily on Hayden. Ilya eyed them warily, almost asking if they needed help getting back to their dorm. He resisted at the last second, not wanting to overstep. Hayden had gotten Shane to kind of cooperate and walked (more like dragged, really) towards the door with him, and Ilya sighed, he prayed that Shane came to their party next weekend, or he was going to have to finally go to one of his college's hockey games just to see him.

just horndog high Shane plus chunky stoner who always gives into the muchies Ilya meeting for the first time. I just wanted to write Ilya and Shane shotgunning hits together and they are smoking the weed that makes them horny and fat (stoner!Ilya would absolutely corrupt jock!Shane into gaining like 20 pounds, telling Shane to consider it bulking but Shane never cuts >:) or Shane using smoking to get out of his head and eat what he wants, which unleashes a beast and now he can't stop indulging even when he isn't high)

[angelbabymikaa]

“potentially mature content” yeah that’s my pervert friend i hope it’s mature content that’s what i followed them for

[cats-obsession93]

gently stepping out into wg/feedism/fanfic territory as a participant not just a voyeur

[cats-obsession93]

FYI this is a side blog and my main’s is a photo of buttercup if you see me poking around xo

[theeatmecake]

I’m hypnotized by your mole check post… Shane’s seen Ilya naked about a thousand times in the past year so he knows what he’s up against, and it’s not hard to make it sexy, him straddling Ilya back and front, flattening the rolls, lifting the belly, making sure everything looks the way it should (a low grunt of effort when he has Ilya turn himself over, and this from a former pro athlete), but in that analytical setting he really notices how much he has to manhandle him now compared to last year. Let alone the year before.

Ooh this is so good! "A low grunt of effort when he has Ilya turn himself over, and this is from a former pro athlete" is genuinely such a hot sentence. And you're so right! It's definitely a frog in boiling water type scenario. That post occurred to me via a fat!Ilya vision, That's So Raven style with no context, so thank you for the opportunity to expand on it!

They've been doing these checks every couple weeks for years, but every so often there's what feels like a milestone. At first, they can do them in the shower, both standing as Shane scours Ilya's toned body with his eyes alone, fingers gliding along soaped up muscle because, god help him, he can't stop himself from touching Ilya. And then the weight starts coming and shows no signs of stopping. Shane has to kneel to see the underside of Ilya's bloated gut, pressing it to the side when the crease between his belly and hip swallows the constellation of moles there. Ilya's stomach starts to hang rather than just expand outward and Shane needs to lift it to see the moles underneath-- first with one hand, and then needing a second (it isn't the weight, its the slippery spread that spurs the transition).

They experiment with how Ilya's positioned. Flat on his back on their mattress at least allows Shane to complete the checks with only a touch of manhandling needed. And it's not that he minds having to fondle his husband's soft form-- quite the contrary really. But he's doing this, in part, because he truly does worry that the moles spread like kisses across his husband's body might hurt him someday. It's an act of care and he wants to be as thorough as possible-- which is made a touch harder by his dick getting hard enough to cut diamonds every time he has to reach under Ilya's overhang.

And that works for a while, the press of the mattress spreads Ilya even wider as gravity works to decompress the fat fighting for space on his frame. Shane can just use a firm hand to push his belly and chest and back fat in whatever direction he needs, an attempt at restraint, rather than paw at it (that part comes after). But then the spread of his lower belly starts to overlap his thighs even when lying flat. The crease that runs under his chest and around his wide sides has long since crept onto his back. It used to flatten slightly, stretched when he pillowed his double chin on his arms, elbows level with his ears. And then one day they discover that no position can lessen the mound of creamy skin. "Lift your arms, Ilya, you know the drill." "I already am." It's up to Shane to find the moles that it eclipses, and for a moment he is overcome by how truly fucking fat they have made his husband.

The position itself has become uncomfortable as the weight of Ilya's belly and chest presses on his lungs when lying completely supine. On his stomach is worse. His full belly (and its always full now) is painful to rest all of his considerable weight on. Ilya does it anyway, because he'll do anything for Shane and he knows how anxious he gets about the moles, but he reserves the right to complain. "Maybe next time you can do horny mole check before feeding me half the kitchen," said with a grin, but a touch out of breath, hand rubbing protective circles along his stuffed belly.

Even turning has become more difficult, needing to rock, belly swaying, to build leverage. Every grunt and heavy sigh Ilya lets out when he changes position (or when it takes him a few attempts to lever himself off the couch, or has struggle past his belly to tie his shoes when the slides he prefers aren't sartorially appropriate) goes straight to Shane's dick. He teases him a bit "You're so round, rolling shouldn't be hard." "That's not the only thing hard," Ilya replies with a pointed glance at Shane's straining briefs. But he does still find himself hesitating a bit whenever he insists that Ilya get into their current Mole Check Position.

It's for his own good, someone needs to do this and god knows Ilya can't even see his own feet, let alone under his belly or across the wide swaths of skin behind him. And Shane likes seeing him like this, pinned beneath his bulk, belly cresting high and everything around it spilling out. He really likes the game they've created-- keeping things as cut and dry methodical as possible and then allowing himself to fully enjoy the tactile benefits of how his love looks on Ilya. But he also cares about Ilya's comfort, his happiness-- it's part of how they've gotten to this point.

So after the second night in a row that Ilya postpones the check, citing a too full belly, Shane changes course. Mole checks recommence with Ilya stretched out on his side, the same way he sleeps, belly laid out on the mattress before him in all its mole-dappled glory and Shane happily pawing at the back rolls that keep trying to hide them.

[cats-obsession93]

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