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
Shane bouncing on it grasping Ilya's jiggly manboobs, going faster and faster until he cums all over his own fat belly. Ilya licks it off and nuzzles into soft Shanetummy
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, Original Children of Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov
Additional Tags: Lover Boy Ilya Rozanov, Weight Gain, Chubby Ilya Rozanov, Fat Ilya Rozanov, He gets really fat in this, Weight Issues, Slight Mobility Issues, Slice of Life, Belly Kink
Summary:
It starts with a weed-eater, “For trimming around my gardens, Shane.” Ilya will start up his weed-eater, solid arms yanking the pull chain back, he’ll walk around his raised garden beds and along the edges of his flower beds, carefully trimming the grass. He always does it shirtless. Shane would argue that it wasn’t appropriate dress for manual labor, but then he wouldn’t get to see Ilya’s gorgeous broad shoulders shinning with sweat. He wouldn’t get to watch the line of Ilya’s back as he lifts the shockingly heavy equipment.
A look at several summers at the cottage and Ilya’s love for yard work and Shane’s love for watching his husband do yard work.
we need to start drawing more female characters fat. we need to be writing fanfiction about them gaining weight. we need to start hornyposting about about female characters who aren't fat in canon gaining weight and having big bellies and arms and you know what i can't finish this post because im about to pass out
ilya taking shane out to a bar just to get him drunk so he can fuck him like that and he has to force shane not to drink too fast because he's so excited to go home and try to beg incoherently to stop while his husband puts him through the mattress
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