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perfectlyripeclementine · 1 year

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there’s something so sacred about the relationship queer masc folks have to pleasure. i’m thinking folks on that spectrum between masc dyke/transmasc. in my experience because folks have such a nuanced relationship with their own bodies & varying levels of comfort with being touched, there is SO much emphasis on sharing pleasure, on mirroring the pleasure that they give.

it’s this incredible spin on the hetero thing of taking pleasure FROM someone, where pleasure is not a zero-sum game; their pleasure is the same as my pleasure, things that don’t feel good to me don’t feel good to them. it’s like when you put two mirrors in front of one another and they are refracted into infinity: turning me on turns you on, seeing you turned on turns me on, and it just escalates until we’re both shaking and satisfied and exhausted.

i see this so much in how ppl relate to their strap, or how they react when i’m riding and grinding on them - the times i’ve made someone come without touching them or even taken off their clothes, because seeing me and feeling my weight is enough to evoke the physical feeling of being inside me. i swear i saw God the first time i felt someone come inside me through the strap. these experiences have brought me so much closer to my own body and the pleasure i can not only experience but share. it’s so holy, and in the times when someone has wanted me to touch and pleasure them it felt so intimate and precious to be given that trust. no cis man could’ve helped me unlock this.

AND i see all of this mirrored too in the protector/carer dynamic - like i love the feeling of strong arms around me, love the emotion of someone wanting me to be theirs and wanting to keep me safe. and i love the squishy insides, love to be a source of sweetness and healing and regeneration, love to hold someone in my bare palms and be able to say this is for you, this care and pleasure i give you is yours to keep. i love how those things are seen and received rather than taken for granted the way that cis men do.

anyways when i hear people say femme/masc dynamics recreate straightness, or that thing of “well why don’t you just date a REAL man then?” i want to say that’s EXACTLY the point. queer masculinity gives me everything i cherish about men without the violence, the ownership that men are raised & trained for.

#ofc this doesn’t apply to every masc woman or transmasc person #take what resonates leave what doesn’t #this is just a thing i am Into and have met enough ppl this applies to that i think there’s a trend #if ur masc and this doesn’t apply to you that’s cool! that means i’m not taking about u!#this post is queer #nblnb #this turned out LONG #if ur anywhere on the queer masc spectrum u get a kiss & a snuggle #queer masculinity #queer love #queer sex #it’s hard to express this without implying that trans men aren’t Real Men #and that’s not at all what i believe or am trying to communicate #but i do think everyone who’s some kinda Gender Weird has a level of understanding of their own body that cis people rarely reach #ok i’m done #for now #idk if i ID as femme in general #but i def ID as a femme relative to the femme4butch dynamic #except maybe themme4queermasc #this post is about non binary love

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maitressonneurs · 2 months

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a brushstroke

Jean Milburn x !femreader

A/n : hi guys ! i'm back with an one-shot with our favourite sexologist the well-known Doctor Milburn (I can die for her to smile at me).

Warning : SMUT, flirt flirt flirt (i'm so weak for innocent flirt between two women), wlw <333

English isn't my first language, sorry babes :///

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You walked in circles in front of the old Moordale High School History class, weighing the pros and cons of this meeting with Doctor Milburn. You felt the need to talk to someone about a particular problem and the new teacher who was in charge of sex education at the school seemed like the perfect fit for you. Being a French teacher, you had already encountered her in the corridors and a few times in the teachers' room. You were about to turn back when the door opened, revealing Jean Milburn.

-Hello Miss L/N, I have seen you zoning out in front of my office for a good fifteen minutes, what can I do for you? she mocked lightly with her eternal smug smile.

-Bonjour Doctor Milburn, you replied confidently.

-Call me Jean, we are both adults.

“Call me Y/n, then,” you smiled as you entered the classroom.

You look around for a moment, taking in the mess of the classroom.

-Jean, wouldn't it be more pleasant to reassure the students in a clean and tidy room?

-You're not the type to mince your words, am I wrong?

-Non, it's a waste of time. And then, this place is awful, you have to say what it is,” you shrugged your shoulders, nonchalant.

-That's true, she laughed.

She turned to you, head tilted to the side, deep in thought. She suddenly smirked and sat down on the edge of her desk.

-What do you suggest in this case?

-Hmm, I was thinking that we could reorganize the classroom: remove excess furniture, clean the floor and place a rug on it, add some plants to make the room more cheerful and just put up models to be able to explain more easily … I think.

-It’s a great project, but what do you mean by “we”?

-I don't really know, it's just an idea, you stammer, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, losing your confidence somewhat in front of the piercing gaze of the mature woman.

-It looks good to me, we'll just have to ask Mr. Groff for permission.

-"We" ?

-Of course, I'm not going to do this alone! she exclaimed laughing before leaving the room, heading towards the principal's office.

You followed her, laughing lightly, still finding her strange. After the short stormy meeting with the director, the two women returned to the room.

-I thought he was never going to say yes, you whispered, dropping into a chair, in front of Jean.

-My God, he explained to us fifty times that the school would not spend a penny on this project, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. By the way, are you free this evening?

-Uh yes, why?

-To start working?

-Damn, I was hoping you'd buy me a drink. You tease with a smirk.

-Gently chérie, everything in its time. We're going to redo this…this class first.

-This evening, around what time?

-I would say around 7 p.m., so as not to finish too late.

-Parfait. I have paint cans from when I renovated my house. I'll bring them, this class needs a little updating. The color of the walls is really awful, you grimace.

-You're not wrong, she giggled. Orange really doesn't work.

-Well… See you later?

You stood up, grabbing your school things. She looked at you for a moment then smiled.

-I will come pick you up by car, can I have your address?

-Wait, I'll give you my number, it will be easier to communicate.

You moved closer to her and took her hand in yours. You felt her shiver at the contact. You grabbed a pen that was lying on the desk and wrote your phone number on it.

-That way, you won't lose it, you smiled widely as you left, not noticing the slight blush on her cheeks.

On the way back, you feel your cheeks heat up. This woman has an effect on you, it’s undeniable. You prioritized several times, insulting yourself, but your mind was elsewhere: what were you going to wear for tonight?

Entering your new house, you ran to take a shower. As you walked out, you saw a popper notification on your phone.

From Unknown: Hello again, it’s Jean

You: Hey, here's my address (attachment)

From Jean: Perfect, see you later!

You put your phone down, smiling stupidly. With the towel wrapped around your body, you went to your room and opened your closet wide. A pair of denim overalls catches your eye. You put on a t-shirt underneath, put on some old sneakers then prepared the paint.

The doorbell rang and you rushed to open the door. A goofy smile appeared on your lips as you ogled her up and down. Jean cleared her throat, smiling as well.

-I… um… I'm going to go get the paint, you stammered, disappearing then reappearing right after.

She didn't respond and took two buckets in her arms, brushing against your hands. Your heart skipped a beat. You realized that she had moved forward without you when you heard her voice in the distance.

-Are you planning to stay there all night? she laughed softly as she put the paint cans in her trunk.

You just sighed as you followed her into her car. The journey passed in light silence. You watched her discreetly, loving the way her jaw clenches when she drives. Wanting to change gears, she caressed your thigh. The first time, you thought it was a coincidence. But the action was repeated ten minutes later. Your brain tried to reason all of this: she just wasn't doing it on purpose. However, the third time, your heart raced, and you looked at her honestly. You then saw a small smile form on her lips. Damn it, you would have jumped on her right away if she wasn't driving, having your life in her hands at the same time. Luckily for you, the radio spat out the weather forecast for the next few days, and Jean increased the volume, which refocused you on the road.

When you arrived at school, you helped her unload the pots, taking care not to get them everywhere. Your arms felt relieved when you reached the classroom. After preparing the floor and furniture, you took out some paintbrushes. Jean grabbed one and began to paint. She had taken off her sweater, leaving her in a tank top. You were absorbed in her back for a moment.

-Hm hm.

-Yes ?

-I don’t think the wall will paint itself, Y/N.

Damn, your name sounded good in her mouth.

-Yes, excuse me. I was… focused.

She raised an eyebrow, then returned to her work. You finally got around to it, after turning on some music. Straight away, you started dancing lightly while humming. Too busy on your wall to notice it, you didn't see that Jean had stopped. She had been watching you for a few songs now when you caught her glance in your direction.

-I don't think the wall will paint itself, Jean.

-Yes, excuse me. I was concentrating… she smirked at you, biting her lower lip.

This woman was going to cause your death if she continued like this. You moved closer to her and put some paint on her cheek before quickly backing away from her. She stood there, stunned, her mouth open.

“It’s for making fun of me,” you replied, laughing.

-You don't know who you just attacked, my chérie.

-Look forward to seeing it then, you challenged her.

She rushed at you, but you didn't have time to dodge the attack. You had a big blue stain on your overalls.

-You're going to pay for it, Milburn.

Then followed a most intense paint battle for both parties. There was a hiccup in the music, which caused the fight to stop. During the latter, you had fallen, Jean having taken the advantage over you. But since she was distracted by the sudden stopping of the music, you took the opportunity to turn the situation around and put her beneath you. You grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head so she couldn't attack you with her brush again. You tried to breathe properly and so did she. You stared into her blue eyes and lost yourself in. She didn't seem to want to move, not struggling against your hold. She dropped her brush and you did the same. Your gaze moved from her lips to her eyes. You looked back into Jean's eyes, suddenly dark, suddenly completely intense.

-I… can I?

-Yes…

You leaned forward, and that was all it took. Just the slightest tilt of her chin. Jean let her eyes close, letting herself sigh at the sensation. The feeling of her. You loosened your grip and placed a hand on the blonde's cheek. The latter intertwined her fingers and squeezed. Jean pulled away, and you couldn't help the half-moan that lodged in your throat.

-How do you feel ? she asked, smiling.

-Good… But I want more.

You slid your knee between her legs. Jean took a deep breath when it arrived between her thighs. She rubbed against it gently, instinctively.

-Y/N…

-Yes ?

You didn't have time to understand that she was turning the situation around again.

-…know that I am in control.

You simply nodded. The way she looked at you didn't make you want to challenge anything coming from this woman.

-Whatever you want, Jeannie…

She smirked at the nickname then kissed you passionately. You felt the last bits of control over the situation leave you when she stripped you of your overalls. Your t-shirt quickly joined it, leaving you in your underwear. She stood up and took off her tank top. You helped her with her pants. Right after that, she pushed you to the desk, where she laid you down.

-Jean, touch me.

Ever since you knew her, since the first time you saw her, you were attracted to her. And now that you finally had her, you didn't want to let her go. You want it. And she wants you too.

-Beg me.

But she wasn't going to let you win like that. And you silently thanked her for giving you a hard time. You stood up and pulled her towards you. Her pelvis collided with yours, drawing a sigh from you. You went to kiss her but instead, you bit her lip. She dug her nails into your thighs, then your back. Her hands caressed your body while you played with her neck. You placed a hickey there, then a second.

-It's for what happened in the car.

-I do not see what you're talking about.

You squeezed her ass as she responded. She yelped then kissed you. Her bra fell off. You slid your thumb over her exposed, sensitive nipples, making her moan. The desire in her body overpowered her common sense as she grabbed your face and crushed your lips together in an aggressive, needy kiss, when you pulled away for air she grabbed your jaw.

-Finished playing.

She unhooked your bra. She slid off your last piece of underwear, finding you naked in front of the woman of your desires.

-Open.

You did what she asked, thinking only out of desire. She moved forward and pressed her hand against your clit, rubbing in small circles, making you moan. She pulled you in for another kiss before getting down on her knees and licking your hot core, teasing you with her tongue. You placed the back of your hand on your mouth to reduce your moaning, which was of absolutely no use and which made Jean smile. She leaned up and kissed you tenderly, letting her fingers slide slowly, too slowly over your body.

-Jean…

-Beg me.

She didn't stop where you wanted her, and caressed your thighs. Your head was spinning with excitement. You want it. And she wants you too. You looked at her with your glassy eyes, hoping that she could see all your desire there.

-Use words, princess.

-For heaven’s sake, Jean, kiss me. Take me like there's no tomorrow. I want you in me. Fuck me until I can't walk anymore.

She didn't ask for more. Her left hand slowly moved down to your heart. Leaving small marks with her nails until she reached your inner thigh. A moan left your lips.

-So needy…

She smiled, slowly rubbing your folds at a torturous speed, making you moanier and wetter still. Without a warning, she pushed two fingers inside you, not taking her eyes off you. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips into her hand, needing so much more than she was giving.

-Fuck, Jean…

You pulled her lips to yours to let her know you wanted more, seeing as she was thrusting at a horribly slow pace.

-Faster…

You couldn't think anymore, except for the part where she was fucking you. Your hips moved to the rhythm that Jean imposed. Your legs started to shake, your breathing was incoherent, as were the words you were getting out. You had to hold yourself back to keep from falling as your orgasm took you. You took a few seconds to regain your senses. You looked at her for a moment then dropped to your knees in front of her. You slid her panties to the floor and your tongue explored her intimacy. She leaned against a bench, feeling faint.

-You, continue…

You dug your nails into her thighs, leaving marks, continuing to devour her. She squealed as you fingered her slowly, wanting to make her wait like she had done with you. Your slow, deep thrusts made her tremble slightly but not enough to get her where she wanted.

-F-Fuck… Faster…

You added a finger but kept the same rhythm. You placed a few kisses on her stomach.

-Oh my- Y/N, please!

You didn't need to be asked and offered her what she asked for. It came apart quickly. You stood up and took her in your arms, placing a kiss on her cheek.

-I'm not finished with you, beauty, she whispered in a smooth voice. But I think we'll be better off at home…

-No need to tell me twice…

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