young phenom ilya having much older shane ride him during one of their hookups. shane is still in great shape because he’s got a few years of hockey left in him and the metros still need their captain but he’s beefier than he was in his twenties and even his early thirties. he does pretty well holding himself just above ilya’s lap as he rocks his hips, but even he can’t hold on as long as they’d usually fuck before his thighs start to shake. ilya, who’d thought that shane was maybe just being a tease by refusing to take him inside completely, raises his brows. you think i have cooties, hollander? what is problem? and then shane is sighing, laughing and huffing, resting his hands on ilya’s chiselled stomach. no, he says airily, obviously not. so ilya just stares until shane gets antsy enough to answer, but he comes to the conclusion himself just before shane opens his mouth. oh my god, hollander, do you think i can't handle your weight? is that it? and shane gets such an unexpected kick out of how unimpressed ilya looks by this possibility that he shrugs and says, i don't know... do you think you can?
which leads to ilya planting his feet on the bed, lifting his hips with shane very much still on top of them, and pounding into him like there's no tomorrow. shane almost falls off from how hard he comes with ilya shoved inside him deeper than ever before. and then because ilya really wants to prove himself, he waits until they've both calmed down and drags shane off the bed to hold him up against one of the bedroom walls and fuck him again. <3
I have a thought rambling around in my head of Ilya surprising Shane on their anniversary in lingerie. This is a few years post retirement so he’s got Tits now and they fill out his pretty lacy bralette soooo well and Shane blacks out
This is the first post in a series of wg author/fic recommendations. I'm tagging authors' tumblr accounts if I know them, under the assumption that people will want to hear if their work is being discussed, but please let me know if you'd like to be untagged (or tagged, or to have this post removed, etc.)
Kicking off this series with caloriebomb (on Tumblr as @caloriebomber), whose work I've been reading almost as long as I can remember. Their writing is deliciously visceral and they're a master of pacing, and I wouldn't be surprised if most fic writers in the community today have been influenced by their work in some way. Common themes include feedist relationships, intentional wg, absolutely massive amounts of rich fatty foods, some exhibitionism of the wg variety, mild mobility issues.
my favorite fics:
Vicarious (Supernatural, 2014). I cannot begin to estimate how many times I've read this. I know that I read fic before this one came out (for years before this!), but it was so good that it kind of eclipsed everything I'd read prior and has sort of cemented itself in my memory as The First Fic. I don't know much about Supernatural, but the characters in this are like... alter egos or something? of the main dudes, so they're not actually brothers in this. The premise is that they move in together and one of them (consensually) fattens up the other. Simple but effective.
Doubling the Recipe (Avengers, 2016). This one has one of my favorite scenes in all of wg fic (ch 5). The whole fic is catnip for shame/situational humiliation/loss of fitness lovers, but that chapter... holy shit. Peak. Steve is a personal trainer and Bucky is his roommate who's rapidly gaining weight.
The Old College Try (Raven Cycle, 2018). This is tagged as "is there a name for rich-boys-wasting-money-kink?". Whatever the name is, this fic gave it to me. Gansey is a rich kid who goes to college and gives in to gluttony and decadence. Features shame (particularly from his rich/high-status parents), complicated feelings, contrast, and a scene where Ronan dares Gansey to eat $500 worth of food in one day that I've thought about ever since I first read this.
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 sex is like with 6XLya and chubby Shane? I imagine once Ilya got to a certain size it was a lot of cowboy Shane until Ilya’s belly made that difficult. I know there’s no way Shane can keep his hands off of all that man
They can still kind of do cowboy if they get the belly out of the way (I wrote a thing about that here), and doggy style works (with the belly dropped onto Shane’s back once he’s in position) unless Shane’s ass is too fat. Sex toys, too. They have an impressive collection, a couple of which they picked out together but most of which were surprises from one to the other. Shane’s prostate is not being neglected. He can still be railed in wild positions even when Ilya needs to lay down. There’s a lot of oral. They’re regularly nearly suffocating or being suffocated by each other, using folds and rolls to their advantage (I have another prompt to answer and this will be involved in that), Ilya is pinning Shane down and using his hand while his mouth is other places. They get tired more easily and maybe there’s been some erectile dysfunction but not from lack of desire (I think ED has been an occasional issue since SSRIs came into the picture though, weight unrelated), and we know that challenges only make them hungrier for each other. Their bed has an absurd weight limit. They have a huge jacuzzi bathtub. Life is good.
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.
Shane and Ilya have both gotten fat to different degrees. Summer is an adjustment for both of them, especially Ilya with the addition of his SSRIs. Them overindulging in some ice cream in part to beat the heat leaving them both bigger by the end of the summer.
Also maybe some ice cream related sexy times as well since they can't help themselves in any universe.
They’ve never been afraid of a little sweat, but this is on another level. When Shane squats to retrieve the soccer ball from where it’s escaped into the bushes, he can feel the dampness immediately start to accumulate on the backs of his knees and trickle cold down his calves.
It’s something to do with the heat, but a lot more to do with the thickness of his thighs, and his torso, the new insulation. For the first time in his life, he can feel his body fat when he runs. His stomach jiggles. So does his ass. His arms, probably.
And the fucking heat. This the price you pay for sexy, he guesses. Fuck.
Across the grass, Ilya is panting with his hands on his thighs, red-faced and dripping. He pulls his shirt up to wipe his face, and Shane watches Ilya’s own rounded belly appear and then disappear. Mostly. The shirt is stuck on pudge or happy trail until Ilya tugs it down the rest of the way. “Wow,” he says, “We need to start campaign for climate change.”
Shane shoots the ball back his way. “We should seriously consider going to the coast.”
Ilya nods. He catches the ball with his foot but doesn’t make to move. “I’m considering second ice cream,” he says.
“One more round?” He needs another chance to win.
“One more round, two more ice creams.”
Shane can’t say no to that. He beats Ilya, best two out of three goals into the portable net, and then races him to the house, is tackled before they get to the door, and given a sticky kiss on the cheek. “Mmm,” Ilya sighs, putting his hand up Shane’s shirt, giving his belly a squeeze on the way up to massage one soft pec, palming the puffy nipple. Shane would put him in a headlock, but the shiver down his spine feels too good.
The freezer is stacked with boxes of ice cream bars, Ilya’s introduction. There’s chocolate on vanilla. Chocolate on raspberry. White chocolate on strawberry. Paper wrapped chocolate-dipped cones. Shane peels off his shirt and leaves it on a counter stool. The chill from the freezer is incredible on his slick, bare chest.
Ilya puts his hands out, and Shane tosses him a cone. Takes a vanilla bar for himself, and almost immediately drops half the chocolate shell on himself biting into it, sweetness dripping down his front. Ilya’s hand turns him around. Ilya’s mouth licks Shane’s chest clean. And then he takes Shane’s wrist and has a bite of the ice cream too.
“That’s mine, asshole.” Shane tries to keep it away.
“You can have another.” Ilya is unwrapping his cone. He holds it out to Shane. IOU.
So Shane takes as much as he can into his mouth and swallows.
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.”
person A encouraging person B to eat until they look pregnant and then taking them around in public to rub B’s belly like an expecting parent to the point of other people commenting on it/asking when the baby’s due is really hot to me rn
particularly if they go to a restaurant and B eats even more under the guise that they’re “eating for two” and their belly just gets even more stuffed and swells even rounder 😮💨😮💨
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