Dear FFA, you need you a me
Let me guess, my dear ...
You've dated a man or two of average weight. He wasn't as big as you might have hoped, but his other qualities made up for it. At least, that's what you told yourself.
You'd try to quench your desires with the few crumbs of excitement he'd give you, trying to be satisfied with the 5 pounds he'd put on since he met you or his sweet tooth.
Maybe you tried to slightly reveal your kink to him, but he still didn't quite get it. Even if he'd try to fulfill you, it was always underwhelming. "It's okay" you'd tell yourself. You could go online to get your fat fix, but that's always a poor substitute.
Maybe you even dated a chubby guy. But on the first date, he talked about his weight loss goals. You'd feel guilty offering him a snack, but at least it was one small joy.
Other times you approached bigger guys, they ignored you. So you started rationalizing settling for a smaller man. "Big guys weren't available anyway" you told yourself. "Besides they're unhealthy" you might think, even though you'd be the first to warn about following stereotypes.
But the truth is you're sick of thin men, and those that want to be like them -- aren't you? You never want to hear about a 5K training, a diet, treadmill minutes, or anything like that again.
The truth is you want a 250+ pound fatty who says "yes" to everything you offer to feed him, so you can watch him pile on another 100+ lbs of chub onto his overflowing gut with all your loving. You want to dive into him, sink into his rolls, grab him, and be surrounded by a big man -- one confident, secure, soft, warm, and delightful.
Don't settle, my dear. Get yourself a fat man who enjoys being your big boy. Get you a me!
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Should you tell your Obese husband that his weight has killed your interest in sex
One of the hardest choices Every Married Woman Faces.
I was in such a place in my life where my husband was fat, even though we had a good sex life, it was still bothering me. Weight makes it hard to have a pretty normal sex life but as a wife, You are left in an unbearable situation whereby telling him about his weight might cause problems in your marriage. But let me ask you A question, Will any good come from not telling him?
Telling your…
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We all know there's a fat erasure problem with Good Omens art and photo edits. We've gotta stop being afraid to let them have skin folds, stretch marks and soft bellies but another thing we don't talk about is how important it is leaving them their wrinkles, their eye bags and their imperfections of age. It's part of their beauty but it also signifies something incredibly important, in my opinion.
Part of what makes Crowley and Aziraphale such unique and wonderful examples of representation, is that they're not perfect, model-like young adults. Middle aged queer characters are so important because queer elders as a whole are so rare. The world's respective governments significantly failed queer folks during the AIDS crisis in the 80s and as a result, older queer couples, especially mlm or masc presenting couples aren't particularly prevalent in media, and having that example is a strange little beacon of hope.
So please, let Crowley have his forehead wrinkles and let Aziraphale keep his eye bags. Not only are they lovely, notable parts of their appearance but they symbolize something larger than just that. Let these old, alt, soft, queer man-shaped beings be just that.
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Maturing into a FAT body
When I was younger, my skinny body was more suitable for me. Being thin made my teenage jobs, like mowing lawns in the heat, easier. As a college student, I'd pinch pennies on food. I'd run to catch the bus and make it on time to class.
I started working out in the campus gyms, because I didn't have anything better to do. I was restless back then -- darting from place to place, meeting people, and moving on. A thin, muscular figure made it easy to attract random girls and have quick, shallow relationships. My figure corresponded to my lifestyle.
But I have matured since then. I work with my mind now, and I've found that snacking helps me focus. I mostly work from home or else drive to a desk job. I've got more important things to do than run around or waste time in the gym. Being sedentary gets the bills paid. Nowadays, I like to celebrate with big meals and relax when I have time off. I'm settling down now.
I've also realized I don't want to waste time with women who prefer thin men or gym rats. Give me the woman that desires a man who cleans his plate and pays the bills. Let her fatten me up and keep me always by her side, because I'm done running around like a little boy. Let her make me her fat husband.
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Me and My Husband
pairing: sanemi shinazugawa x fem!reader
prompt: he’s scared of leaving you alone because of the demon slayer mark rules. it’s caused a lot of arguments, but even still, you’re staying with him for as long as you can.
note: this lil picture thing is stupid but it’s also cute so yeahhhh🫰🏾 blame my terrible editing skills
“sanemi?” you call, padding around the house in search of your husband.
he’d been distant lately and you found it weird.
did you do something wrong?
but you turned the corner and there he was, suddenly sat on the couch with his head in his hands.
“you scared me.” you say, a coy grin on your face.
“sorry.” he utters in his gruff voice. you notice he seemed a bit off.
“is something wrong?” you ask as you trail over. taking a seat beside him on the couch, you take his hand in yours to try and reassure him about whatever’s going on.
he glanced at you. a soft look glossed over his eyes the moment he saw you and for some reason he couldn’t hold back his tears.
tears? from sanemi? you’d never seen him cry before.
“nemi…” you muttered, kissing his knuckle and running his back with your free hand. “what’s wrong?”
he leaned into your shoulder, his hair tickling your chin.
“i’m selfish.” he says simply.
you manage to hold in your laughter as you ask, “and how is that?”
“in four… no, three years, i’m going to leave you and…” he sighs deeply, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you close. so close that you could feel the love he had for you. “and our kid. i don’t want to leave you to raise them by yourself.” he whimpered.
you felt terrible hearing him cry like this. it was such a rare thing, you thought it’d never happen ever again.
ever…
and suddenly, you started crying.
“he won’t even know who i am!” Sanemi choked out.
you pet his hair down.
“yes he will. i’ll make sure of it. tell him everything there is to know about you, like how much you loved him and how much you cared.” you try to assure. but the reality sunk into you.
you only had 3 years left together? that wasn’t nearly enough time. and the days only seemed to pass by quicker and quicker every year, and in a flash it’d be 2 years and then…
you just wished that somehow the rule didn’t apply now that muzan was gone and you could raise your son together.
“sanemi, i love you.” you say. and in that moment you think you meant it more than any other time you’d said it.
“i love you too.” he responds near instantly.
and no matter what, you’d make sure that your son would know how much his father loved him and you and how he’d sacrifice the world to save him.
because at least in that lifetime, you were sticking together.
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