I think more cis butches who want top surgery should get it, not just because it pisses off TERFs and that's funny, but because it helps normalize a post double mastectomy body on women. ya know, the thing women with breast cancer dread to have? because as a society we treat breasts as a womanly body part, and when a woman gets a literal lifesaving procedure it's treated as a tragedy cuz they're 'mutilated' now? yeah, I don't know, I think normalizing top surgery in women is a Good Thing. treating post op results from a double mastectomy as "mutilation" is super fucked up all around and is yet another example of how TERF rhetoric hurts cis women too. TERFs are so fucking stupid that they consistently harm the "real" women they claim to care so much about. shocker.
This is what I mean when I say TIFs are deeply ignorant to reality when it comes to the men that date them. They really can't see the danger.
In the above post, we have a TIF ranting about her "jackpot" of a boyfriend who openly encourages her to self-harm encourages her top surgery goals. She thinks this man is "joking" about literally wanting to see her get her breasts chopped off. I do sense the tiniest bit of discomfort here - hence why she's asking the FTMMen (which is for so-called "binary" trans men) community where they stand on it. Thankfully most are pointing out how wildly unethical this would be, but of course there are a handful that thinks it would be just wonderful for him to be there.
Anyway maybe I'm the crazy one but this post genuinely felt so ghoulish to me. Imagine considering yourself "lucky" to be with a man who is thrilled at the idea of your body being hacked to pieces. It's like some weird form of BDSM play except as you and I know, the men are not "playing" at all - the violence they are enacting (or in this case, would merely be witness to) is very much real.
content warning: sex & references to a mastectomy/cancer
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Minors DNI 🔞
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You hadn't seen Yunho in weeks since he'd been away for work. In just two hours you'd be picking him up from their airport and wrapped in his warm embrace again. You smiled like a lovesick fool as you curled the hair of your wig. You were still growing your hair back after chemo, and it was still a bit short for your preference. When you finished, you left it on the mannequin to choose what to wear.
"I like what you have on," you heard from the bedroom doorway.
You gasped and turned around to see Yunho leaning against it with a massive grin and a bouquet of flowers.
You ran towards him and jumped into his waiting arms. He caught you with one hand and you hugged yourself with a tight squeeze around his neck. He smelled like home. You'd missed it.
You pulled away and pressed your lips to his which made him hum in contentment.
"When did you get back? I was getting ready to go pick you up!"
"I took an earlier flight. I missed you too much to stay away for two more hours," he kissed you again and you released the hold your legs had around his waist to drop back to the floor to stand in front of him.
"I missed you too, Yu." You couldn't get enough of holding him and continued to hug his waist.
"I brought you your favorite flowers," he smiled in the boyish way that made his eyes crinkle.
"Thank you," you accepted and smelled the sunflowers. "Let's go find them a vase."
"There's already one ready downstairs for them," he kissed your forehead as you walked past him. Of course, he'd already prepared one. Yunho thought of everything.
You cut the tips of the stems and placed them inside and then moved the vase to the dining table.
"They're so pretty," you admired.
"Mhm," he agreed. "But not as pretty as you."
Your cheeks blushed and you turned to look up at Yunho. His fingertips pulled you closer by the skin of your waist.
"I barely slept without you beside me," he confessed.
"Maybe next time I'll go with you," I suggested. "It was too hard being away from you for so long."
"Next time," he began, "I'm gluing your hand to mine."
You laughed which made him smile.
"I missed that," he cupped your cheek.
"You heard my laugh every night when we spoke on the phone."
Yunho shook his head in disagreement, "It's not the same."
"You're right," you caved to his side right away. "It's not."
He pulled you even closer so that your chest was against his torso. You had to crane your neck to look up at him. He looked down lovingly, and his fingers began to knead at your side.
"God I want to marry you," he sighed prettily.
Your cheeks turned rosy pink. "You already did," you reminded him with a giggle.
"I want to do it again," he muttered sincerely.
You stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck. You paused just before kissing him.
"I do," you whispered.
"I do," Yunho answered, his eyes shining.
You pressed your lips to his feverishly. He moaned and squeezed his hands against your back.
"Missed this," he groaned.
"Mhm," you hummed. Your fingers worked their way down to his shirt and you began undoing buttons starting with the top. Yunho, impatient as ever, started from the bottom. He tore it off, letting it drop to the ground when the last button in the middle came undone. He was left in just his undershirt and jeans...which happened to be one of your favorite looks on him. Your eyes trailed from his pretty eyes to the waist of his jeans and back.
"Come on," Yunho motioned, knowing just what you needed. He reached for your hand and guided the two of you upstairs. Your heart was pounding eagerly in your chest.
Yes, you were married.
Yes, you'd had sex with Yunho hundreds of times.
But every time felt as loving as the first. He made you feel shy and giddy. He always was careful and sweet. You felt so lucky to be loved by him.
Yunho held the door open to your room for you to walk through and twirled you back into him which caught you off guard. You fully stumbled into his chest and stepped on his foot.
You were about to apologize but his lips caught yours before you could. You gripped his loose shirt in your hands and pulled him closer as you backed toward the bed.
A whimper escaped your throat because of how needy you were for him and you sat at the edge of the bed and began to crawl back. Yunho followed with strong arms caging you on either side until your head reached the pillows.
He continued to kiss you, unwavering in his desire for his lips to be against yours. His hand ran up and down your side absentmindedly. Eventually, the hem of your satin pajama top you'd been wearing rose up with his fingers. When they came back down and the pads grazed your skin, you shivered.
He smiled into your kiss and did it again resulting in the same reaction.
"I love you so much," he hummed.
"I love you too Yunho," you whispered and kissed his neck.
He exhaled lustfully and allowed his hand to sneak under your top. He palmed your chest and you arched into him. You'd missed how perfectly he knew your body. He lightly grazed his thumb over your nipple that they'd been able to save during your surgery, and you whined against his ear. You cupped his face, and he watched you with dazed eyes as your jaw opened in a gasp when you felt his erection against your center grind against you. Even through his jeans, it was extremely evident how hard he was.
His hand rode down your body again and stopped at the waist of your matching satin shorts. "Can I take these off?" he asked.
"Please," you permitted.
Yunho pulled them slowly down your legs and over your toes before dropping the shorts to the floor. The entire time, the back of his hand brushed against your leg leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. His hand moved back up over your calf and knee all the way to your thigh. His hand settled, and his fingers danced further and further up, but not quite reaching where he knew you wanted him.
"Touch me," you begged.
Yunho moaned at your plea and kissed you sweetly.
"Ask nicely," he teased.
"Touch me, Yunho. Please," you requested.
This time when he kissed you, he nibbled your lip gently.
"Good girl," he muttered before allowing one of his long, slender fingers to just barely cross your center.
You rolled your head back, and he kissed along your neck. It felt like you had been edged for weeks without him here and that one touch was your first hint at what was to come.
"You're so beautiful, (y/b). My pretty girl," he murmured. As he spoke, he grazed over you more fully, and you whimpered.
You ached to feel more of him.
"Aren't those jeans uncomfortable?" you asked him, hoping he'd take the hint.
"No," he answered making you groan. "But I'll take them off for you anyways," he smirked.
He stood off the bed and undid the button. They fell lower on his waist and you watched eagerly as he eased the zipper down. Your heart was racing, and you were nearly drooling at the image in front of you. He finally allowed the denim to fall to the ground and you only had seconds to appreciate how hard he was beneath his boxer briefs before he tore his t-shirt off and distracted you with his abs.
You held your hand out for him, and he rejoined you on the bed with a loving kiss.
With his hand still intertwined with yours, he pressed it back against the bed as he leaned against your waist. You whined and ground your waist against him needily.
"Can I take this off now?" he tugged at the hem of your shirt.
You nodded and Yunho kissed the exposed skin of your stomach and chest as he pulled it over your head. Your chest squished against his as though your bodies were trying to weld together. At one point in your life, you'd been insecure about the way your body looked post-mastectomy, but Yunho made sure you knew how beautiful you were, and you felt nothing but confident now.
You each just had on your underwear now and you were sure you had soaked through yours. Yunho rocked his waist against yours and kissed you some more. You craved more and pulled him closer by wrapping your legs around his waist.
Yunho moaned into your kiss which made you whine again. His sounds were so pretty and sincere.
His hand slid back down your side and your eyes shot open in surprise when one of his fingers circled your clit over your panties.
It felt so good that you tossed your head back again with a moan.
"That's right, my love. Be loud for me," he encouraged.
You couldn't have held back your lustful noises even if you'd wanted to. Yunho felt too good.
The pace at which he was touching you felt incredible. "Take them off, baby," you pleaded.
Yunho didn't make you say please or even stall for a second this time. He pulled them off and discarded them to the ground somewhere, and immediately found your clit again.
You inhaled shakily and pressed your lips to his with eyes pinched shut in concentration. You pushed his hand away and could see how surprised he was when you reopened your eyes.
"I haven't cum in weeks, baby. I want to do it on your cock," you told him with dizzied eyes. You had been seconds away from finishing.
Yunho sucked your bottom lip as he kissed you again and pulled away with a fucked out expression.
"I haven't either," he confessed. You were a bit surprised because you assumed he'd have jerked off once or twice.
"Then you better fill me up, Yunho," you taunted.
He wiggled out of his underwear and threw them to the ground. You could feel his pretty pink head against your soaked pussy.
"Anything for you," he hummed and pressed his lips back to yours as he pushed into you gently. Your jaw dropped open and tears brimmed in your eyes.
He usually stretched you out before sex, but you'd forgone that this time in an eagerness to be with each other.
He hadn't even made it halfway when he pulled out and pushed back in with a shaky breath.
Your pussy throbbed around him, and he dropped his head to the crevice of your shoulder and neck.
Your hands gripped his back, and you cried out unintelligible sounds of pleasure.
"So perfect, (y/n)," Yunho sighed. "You're taking me so well."
He finally finished entering you and stayed still for a second while you adjusted. Yunho was so lengthy that you felt him everywhere inside you.
He looked down with such a soft expression. "I love you so much," he said with such conviction that your heart swelled.
"I love you more," you teased and kissed him again. He pulled out as you did so and your walls tensed around him trying to keep him inside. He pushed back in gently with a small grunt.
Your belly bulged where he was deepest in you, and his eyes glanced down to watch as he thrust again a little bit stronger. You yelped and he eyed you excitedly before doing it again and bringing a finger to rub your clit.
You arched beneath him, ready to finish all over him any second now.
"Are you close, my love?" he noticed the signs. Your eyes were rolled back, your toes were curled, your eyes were pinched shut, and you gripped his shoulders desperately trying to hold on.
"Yes," you replied breathlessly.
Yunho pulled out and pushed back in a strong and steady rhythm. The bed shook beneath you, and he made sure he had a hand wedged between your head and the bed frame.
You couldn't hold on any longer and could feel your cheeks burning the more you held back.
You writhed and whimpered desperately and dug your nails into his shoulders in an attempt to hold off.
"Shit," he hissed and his rhythm faltered. He pressed his lips to yours and your heart pounded. You could feel the beating from your chest all the way to your toes. Your cunt tensed and Yunho gasped.
"I-I..." you stammered, trying to warn him, and Yunho pressed his lips back to yours as you came around him. It was like a flood had washed through you and took everything with it. You convulsed beneath him in desperate cries. Your vision was white and blurry. Everything was sensitive and made even more so by Yunho's last few thrusts into you until he filled you with his own release.
He let out a needy grunt and his body spasmed against yours. Your lips remained together, grounding the two of you to this world until you both finished.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes were filled with so much love.
"I'm definitely taking you with me next time," he hummed. "I can't bear to be away from you for that long ever again."
