chapters: 1/1
fandom: Game Changers Series
relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
tags: Chubby Shane Hollander, Feeding Kink, Weight Gain, Light Dom/sub, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, And he expresses it by cooking for him, Shane Hollander learns to stop worrying and love food, All it takes is Ilya calling him a good boy when he eats what he's told, Fucking nasty on every surface of the house because you can't get enough of your husband's belly, that's it, That's the tweet, A little sprinkling of praise kink of course, Good Boy Shane Hollander, delicious
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“I decide,” Ilya repeats. “You do not have to worry about it. You do not have to think about what is enough and what is too much. You just have to eat what I tell you.”
“That’s crazy,” Shane says automatically. But his pupils are blown wide, his lips slightly parted.
Ilya gets abruptly to his feet. He takes Shane’s plate, heaps a large slice of lasagne on it, and moves around the table until he’s standing right next to Shane. He puts the plate down. Shane looks from him to the food and back again; Ilya almost imagines he can see the flutter of Shane’s pulse at his throat.
“Eat,” Ilya says.
Post-retirement, Shane finally lets Ilya take care of him. So what if he gets a little fat as a result? His husband certainly doesn’t seem to mind.
I imagine as Shane gains more and more weight Ilya is insistent that Shane ride him more often. He loves the weight and feel of how heavy he’s getting on top of him and being able to see how much of him bounces and jiggles. Even if it got to a point where Shane would insist he was too heavy Ilya would want it and make it happen.
all i can say is yes, yep, indeed, yeah, verily, in truth
fighting so hard not to caveat this to high heaven bc i do think as a community we’re very accepting of different preferences and assume (unless someone shows otherwise) that there’s a common political commitment to the acceptance of bodies at every size even if you may only feel a kink kind of way about a subset of those bodies, but i still feel like SUCH an unenlightened pervert when i say…….. probably not as fat as some (wonderful, beautiful, talented, perfect) other mutuals 😶🌫️
basically, while i will dip my toe in the truly fat hollanov pool from time to time, in the world i am living in they are getting noticeably chubbier (obvious belly, up a couple of clothes sizes) but not truly massive. like probably in the max 50-60lbs extra weight range, something that feels very plausibly ex-pro athlete without people in universe being like “wow that’s well beyond what a retired pro would usually pack on”.
PLEASE DON’T TERMINATE MY EMPLOYMENT CONTRACT 😭 this is just #myshane and #myilya, based on my canon reading of how i think they’d feel about wg vs significant wg, probably featuring a sprinkling of my kink preferences which are less about size per se and more about a bit of an aversion to concern/body shaming as part of the kink, which i think kicks in big time for shane in particular past a certain threshold…
though (god i said no caveats and here i am still caveating) i will say I’ve read some exceptional character work from others on here that does make me really believe in a path to either Shane or Ilya really wanting to get really, really big, and that’s the beauty of fic! let a thousand blossoms bloom!
i have not been able to stop thinking about @chubbyshanehollander mentioning wg x bdsm x cnc for these two, specifically ilya being big enough to hold shane down For Real
warning for consensual physical violence, CNC, just a soupçon of horny blood stuff, and typical We're Inventing BDSM potentially dubious kink practices but everyone is having a great time
because to Shane, the fight has always been the best part. People talk about what a sterling sportsman he is, but the less flattering comments tend to imply Shane thinks he's too good to drop gloves. There's also (surprise) the shitty implications that maybe he's too soft to take it, which only increase after he comes out. It's always been his choice to play a clean game, but it's not for a lack of ability...or even lack of desire really
He and Ilya have always been physical with each other off the ice in a way that Shane suspects most people, even other men, would see as excessive. They race, playing dirty and elbowing each other out of the way, smack and pinch and dig their knuckles deep into each other's bruises. They've always loved to wrestle, and it's one of those times, when they've been scuffling longer than usual, that Ilya growls for the first time, "If you do not hold still and let me fuck you, malysh, I will have to make you still."
It makes Shane fight all the harder in response, cock throbbing and leaking between his thighs as Ilya finally wrestles him down until he was pinned on the bed. The sex is sooo good, and they definitely do not like, Fully Discuss it but Shane is like ....so you could do that again, and Ilya is like oh, now you are giving me permission, hm?? and it makes Shane all red again.
But they do start playing rougher, start pushing the boundaries a little more. Shane loves to say no, and he really loves when Ilya tries to force him to do something - they are physically really well matched, after all, as much here as on the ice. They have their own strengths and weaknesses, of course, but for the most part, they're on an even playing field. He loves knowing that when Ilya takes him down, tells Shane that Ilya has him caught now and he cannot get away that it's true, in its way. Occasionally Shane does "win," and he demands a blowjob or to ride Ilya's face before he'll let Ilya fuck him. It's just a postponement, since denial would be punishing both of them, a token for Shane's victory. And when Ilya wins...
It's important to Shane that neither of them hold back. They aren't all-out brawling or anything, but it gets heated. The first time Shane clocks Ilya hard enough to draw blood...that feral smile is straight out of Shane's deepest fantasies, as is everything that follows. Shane loves to remember that first desperate kiss after, his tongue running over Ilya's split lip and tasting his blood, every time he sees Ilya bleed on the ice. Imagines skating over and ripping off his helmet for a bloody kiss in front of everyone.
They don't play like this all the time. Less since they've settled into something that's real - not because of a change in desire, but an expansion of it. They allow themselves more of the tenderness, more of the romance...he's just a little out of practice, is what Shane tells himself as Ilya hits him like a wrecking ball, knocking the breath out of him as he pushes Shane up against the bedroom wall. Shane hadn't heard him come up the stairs from the kitchen where he'd left Ilya to unload the dishwasher while he folded some laundry - he must have crept up the stairs on purpose to surprise him.
"Look at this," Ilya growls. His eyes are dark as they roam ostentatiously over Shane's body. "I have caught myself a pretty little slut."
Shane hadn't been hard before, but the rush of adrenaline is doing a lot to get his blood pumping. "Get the fuck away from me." He squirms a little at first, testing Ilya's grip, before he puts his weight into a shove.
Ilya does stumble a half-step back, but he's grinning and Shane only gets a moment to try to get his bearings before Ilya is on him again. And he realizes right away that things are different now.
He's obviously aware that the aforementioned domesticity has led to Ilya putting on some weight, everywhere on him that was thick already getting thicker, a little gut curving out where his cut abs used to be. Shane loves Ilya no matter what he looks like, and a part of him has secretly enjoyed the idea of party boy Rozanov getting soft for him.
What he didn't consider was that Ilya's bulk doesn't just make him soft...it makes him strong and heavy. He has more force than he used to, just purely out of body weight, and Shane finds himself breathing harder and harder as his struggles do far less than they used to.
Ilya easily wrestles him face down onto the bed, a hand planted at the back of Shane's neck to keep him down and all of his weight settling over Shane's thighs like a boulder.
He's saying the same things he normally does as he shifts to tug Shane's shorts and briefs down to just below the curve of his ass. "Poor little slut, thinks he can fight me off. You are going nowhere until I've had my fill of fucking this greedy hole." It always turns Shane on, but this time is different.
Because even though he ignores it, in the back of his mind, Shane's always believed that he could stop Ilya if he really wanted to. He doesn't ever want to, but it's the kind of thing that runs through his mind. He could buck Ilya off, jam him with an elbow...except now that Ilya is pinning him down to the bed with all his new bulk, Shane doesn't think he could push Ilya off if, no matter how hard he tried.
The thought makes him instantly light-headed with lust, and it only gets worse as Ilya starts fucking him. He's curled possessively over Shane, thick arms caging Shane in and the swell of his belly smushed against Shane's lower back. He's never felt bigger, more powerful, and Shane's always loved this but the weight of Ilya on top of him is making his eyes roll back in his head with every thrust that slams into him.
If Ilya keeps getting bigger, he thinks traitorously, eventually he'd barely have to try to hold Shane down. He'd be able to force him into place with just his body, a round gut that could rest on Shane's back even if Ilya was kneeling upright behind him. No - Shane rewrites the scenario in his mind, imagines himself sprawled on his back, because Ilya's not afraid of him fighting back anymore...why would he even try, when Ilya is so much bigger and stronger than him? In his fantasy, Ilya's belly fills Shane's lap, gives him something soft and plush to thrust against, like a consolation prize because Ilya can do whatever he wants to him now.
It's overwhelming in a good way, like the bite of vinegar, Ilya's hot breath on his neck, hot flesh pressed all along Shane's back. This is exactly where Shane wants to be, completely encompassed by Ilya. He's only a little wider than he had been in his prime, Shane hadn't thought it was that remarkable at all until now. Playing these games always makes him feel hyperfocused like he's on the ice, and he's mentally documenting every place that he can feel Ilya's skin, every new inch of him that's been covered by Ilya's body. He wants Ilya to swallow him whole.
Shane comes fast enough that it's embarrassing, even though he knows Ilya absolutely loves it and will be smug about it all night. Ilya is still saying beautiful filthy things to him, and Shane's boneless and just being rocked by Ilya's thrusts as he fucks him through it. He can't believe he hadn't realized Ilya's weight gain would shift this dynamic between them, and suddenly he has a lot more feelings about it.
After, when Ilya is flopped on his back beside him, breathing hard to catch his breath, he makes some offhanded comment about getting back in "fighting shape" and Shane is once again like UHH and a new kink is unlocked for them, congratulations boys
What do you think Shane and Ilya’s teammates’ reactions would be to their weight gain? Like what would Scott Hunter think?
there is much to unpack here bc there’s like horny fantasy land answers and then there’s trickier more realistic answers…
horny fantasyland wise i must confess that purely for kink reasons i much prefer a world where everyone maybe teases a little but never says anything truly bad or even expresses concern, like there’s a reason in my fic i even had yuna basically saying to Shane he looks good having gained weight despite the fact I’m not sure canon!yuna would ever have this reaction and it’s because I wanted that fic to be an almost frictionless kind of wg/tpe fantasy for my fellow perverts to enjoy… this is the world, then, of the centaurs BBQ stuffing where everyone is kind of delighted that Shane is sort of chubby now. BUT irl, especially wg during their careers… I don’t think it would be nearly so nice, I think the point that as an athlete your body doesn’t belong to you really stands and Shane or Ilya gaining any significant amount of weight would have team doctors and nutritionists getting involved and teammates, even if good naturedly, being like “time to cut back, hey, cap, can’t have you getting slow on us, we’ve got a cup to win!”
now post retirement! i think you have more leeway. I still think the tragedy of Shane Hollander is that he will never truly be free of the prison of his image as perfect, a role model, the hockey player beautiful enough to get crazy high-end sponsorships, etc., so I think he has a much rougher go of it wg wise, the narrative is v much “wow, Hollander let himself go”. from former teammates who know him a bit better they’re maybe less critical and more pleasantly surprised like “good for him, he was so uptight, nice he’s relaxing a bit” but they’re still surprised. (centaurs teammates…. I’d better not speak on the Metros of it all lol)
Ilya on the other hand, I am not the first to say…. I don’t think anyone is surprised if he gets fat when he retires lol. and I think people would kind of love it, he’s that guy with the crazy metabolism that everyone sort of light heartedly resents for being able to eat whatever he wants (though NB I think it’s fanon not canon that Ilya is like having fast food every day while playing, he’s more relaxed than Shane but he’s still disciplined imo) and I think people would feel like it makes sense the hedonism finally caught up with him. meaning that if we’ve got chubby hollanov going on here I think people’s explanation is basically “Ilya Rozanov corrupted Shane Hollander” (little do they know chubby Shane is RIGHT where he wants to be)
finally to throw in a little Scott hunter at the end…. I think if we go show!canon rather than book so Scott is actually a decent chunk older, retires first, is living his best life à la @shanehollanderstummy’s work, softening up under Kip’s influence, I think Ilya is clocking this immediately as a sex thing (ie not something that’s out of bounds to chirp about because it makes Scott actually insecure) so whenever they see each other Ilya’s giving him so much playful teasing about being a “fat old man” now, so I like to think when hollanov retire and Ilya gets chubby too Scott is like VINDICATION and can now rib Ilya about it too
the power that Hudson Williams has over me sexually means I actually cannot reblog Those Pictures, it’s like staring at the sun, it scares me, but trust me i have Seen 😵💫
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov
Additional Tags: Weight Gain, Weight Issues, Sexual Fantasy, Chubby Shane Hollander, not actually chubby in this fic but like via fantasy, Supportive Ilya Rozanov, Internalized Fatphobia
Summary:
“Shane?” Ilya flushes with guilt. “Was just a joke. You do not look fat at all.” He smooths his thumbs anxiously over Shane’s hipbones, silently cursing his stupid mouth.
Shane shakes his head, clearing his throat as he blinks back to himself. “No, I know,” he says. “I was just thinking… Never mind. It’s stupid.”
“Tell me.”
“Well,” Shane’s hand taps rapidly on his own hip, “what if, one day, I am. Fat, I mean.”
courtesy of it being london pride and me wearing a harness to go clubbing (gay) but covering it with a shirt for public transport… i have chubby Shane exhibitionist thoughts again
becauseeeee while i get horny for the idea of public stuffings, i do think if we’re being real hollanov are more like secret exhibitionists, they get off on the IDEA and RISK of being seen more than the actual display. so like sure there are nights are home when Ilya makes Shane put on pants that fit 20lbs ago and feeds him dinner and says he’s going to have to wear these pants to bood’s next bbq, and it makes them hot and bothered but no way in hell is Shane actually wearing ill-fitting clothes like that in public
SO I PRESENT INSTEAD Ilya putting Shane in a body harness or doing shibari, anything that involves a very snug fit over his belly, then hidden by clothes, and they go out like that because it means as soon as Shane starts to eat there’s going to be immediate feedback in the tightening strap around his waist, and the more he eats, the more it becomes almost painful (and #myshane is a masochist so this is perfect) but Ilya keeps telling him to have more and more and more, anyway i think this kind of secretly public stuffing would really do it for them both, and one must simply imagine Ilya getting Shane home and peeling off his shirt like it’s the wrapping on an expensive gift and finally getting to assess the damage and say shit like “oh sweetheart this is far too tight” in that condescending tone Shane loves so much, and Shane is whining and begging Ilya to take it off and sometimes he does and sometimes he doesn’t and he pulls on it while he fucks Shane to make it hurt even more 😇
early-retirement shane who keeps underestimating how much weight he’s put on… when they go shopping for clothes, the pants he brings to the dressing room are always too small to button. ilya thinks he’s doing it on purpose, a deliberately sexy bit so he can show off the way his soft gut fights against the zippers. and shane laughs along with ilya but his face is always burning with embarrassment, because he really had thought those pants would fit…
today’s subject of meditation 🧘♀️ chubby shane thighs
musings brought to you by the partner of an ex athlete who is a fair bit softer in the belly but still has absolute thighs of steel it’s quite extraordinary so i believe in my heart my good friend ilya rozanov will (a) enjoy the same contrast on shane for as long as it lasts (alternating between squeezing a plump handful of tummy then rubbing hands over the hard muscle of his quads) but crucially (b) go absolutely INSANE when eventually there is a little bit of pinchable fat down there hooooooo boy, lovely stuff
I haven't been able to stop thinking about this post from @chubbyshanehollander for the last three days.
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It’s textural time travel as Ilya’s hands traverse Shane’s body.
The firm thighs, steel columns of muscle, persistent evidence of Shane’s hockey past in one hand contrasting with the supple give of presently plump tummy in the other bearing witness to this current life of indulgence.
Ilya can’t get enough. He's drunk on the sensation. HIs large hands roving up and down Shane’s body taking in the delicious contrast of hard and soft, past and present, muscle and fat, grueling workouts and lazy days of eating. The story of their lives playing out every day under his fingertips.
Always feeling, always comparing, always reveling in the physical expression of their past vs present, and always searching for hints of the future – looking for more parts of Shane to get softer. The hint of double chin, the slight softness in the bicep, more belly between his splayed fingers. But always coming back to the persistent anchors of hard thigh and soft stomach. His hands living in two realities at once.
The day Ilya finds the first bit of softness starting to creep onto Shane’s inner thighs he loses it. The circumference of meaty leg transitioning from hard to soft as Ilya's hand makes the journey from still-tight quad to softness on the inside where Shane's thighs are starting to rub together is intoxicating. The noise he makes makes them both instantly hard.
What kind of body types do you picture chubby Shane and Ilya having? Like where do you think the extra weight goes?
delicious question thank youuuuu
now, i have been working hard to re-centre on this blog Shane thighs, Shane hips, Shane ass, I know there are many bottom-heavy Shane shooters among us, but I must speak my truth, #myshane is almost all belly-weight, cute and round and nearly always full so he looks almost pregnant. i will not be taking any questions at this time and there is no logic to this at all, it just makes me horny.
#myilya though i think is getting big everywhere. just like… beefy, if that makes sense. thick thighs, thick arms, thick waist, huge chest, absolute unit, looks like he could crush you, and Shane gets dizzy just looking at him.
What kind of body types do you picture chubby Shane and Ilya having? Like where do you think the extra weight goes?
delicious question thank youuuuu
now, i have been working hard to re-centre on this blog Shane thighs, Shane hips, Shane ass, I know there are many bottom-heavy Shane shooters among us, but I must speak my truth, #myshane is almost all belly-weight, cute and round and nearly always full so he looks almost pregnant. i will not be taking any questions at this time and there is no logic to this at all, it just makes me horny.
#myilya though i think is getting big everywhere. just like… beefy, if that makes sense. thick thighs, thick arms, thick waist, huge chest, absolute unit, looks like he could crush you, and Shane gets dizzy just looking at him.
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov
Additional Tags: Chubby Shane Hollander, Weight Gain, Feeding Kink, Belly Kink, Food Kink, Stuffing, Pre-Relationship, Situationship Era, POV Shane Hollander, Rating May Change, ok he’s not chubby yet but he’ll get there trust
Series: Part 1 of Let Go
Summary:
It starts with Rozanov’s lips wrapping around the word more.
A low murmur, all breath, nearly soundless—an order that Shane obeys without thought or question. The word ignites inside of Shane, scorching and bright, raw, powerful heat.
He doesn’t make the connection for some time. Not for years.
Summary:
It’s only natural that Shane has associations, now, crossed wires. If it makes him hard, sometimes, to be so full, it only makes sense. It’s not quite the same when he does it with whole grains and vegetables and tofu instead of bread and cheese and meat and sweet, sparkling wine. How could it be? And that’s fine, because Shane doesn’t need those kinds of distractions.
So of course, it’s Rozanov who escalates the problem.
