JASMINE ! stargirl , austin butler lovebot , prada , astrology , silver glitter , new york city
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summary: youāre sore. spencerās smug. apparently, breakfast is best served between your thighs.
genre: smut, fluff | w/c: 1.7k
tags/warnings: soft dom!spencer, implied semi-rough sex from the night before, reader is sore from said sex, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, spencer calls reader angel/sweet girl/good girl, spencer is a smug little shit, written with later season spencer in mind, basically porn with almost no plot, no use of y/n
a/n: based on this anon request! this was delicioussss to write. I am a munch!spencer truther to my core. enjoy!!
Itās the ache that wakes you.
Not sharply, and not all at once. Just a slow, blooming kind of soreness that curls warm around your hips and tightens when you shift ā bare skin sliding against the sheets, muscles pulling in places that donāt usually pull. Thereās a spot high on your thigh that throbs in time with your heartbeat, and another deeper in your core that stirs when you exhale too hard.
Last night comes back in flashes: Spencerās mouth at your throat, your wrists pinned above your head, the sound he made when you told him not to stop. A little rougher than usual. A little more. Heād warned you, breath hot against your ear, that he wasnāt going to be gentle, and youād nodded like someone deprived of air being offered oxygen.
You remember the way his hands shook a little when he touched you afterward, how quiet he got. The press of his lips to your knuckles in the dark, like he still couldnāt believe you gave him everything, no matter how many times you did. Like he couldnāt believe you wanted him that much.
You stretch now, half-heartedly, and the soreness reasserts itself with a wince. You hiss through your teeth quietly.
Spencer is still asleep, one arm slung across your stomach, face buried against your shoulder. His hair is a halo of tangles, his breath steady and warm against your skin. He smells like his usual bergamot soap mixed with sleep and sweat and sex.
You think to yourself that it should be illegal to look that peaceful after doing what the two of you did last night.
Your fingers twitch, tempted to wake him just to say so.
But you donāt have to. A beat later, he shifts ā just enough to murmur something soft and incoherent against your shoulder blade and press his nose to your skin.
āMm,ā he hums, a little more awake now. āYouāre warm.ā
āSo are you.ā You blink your eyes open and glance over your shoulder back at him. You move again, trying to sit up, and this time the soreness flashes sharp.
Spencer lifts his head and blinks blearily at you. His hair is in his eyes, and he looks younger like this, all sleepy and soft. āYou okay?ā
āIām fine,ā you say, even though your hips are definitely plotting a day of revenge. āJust a little sore.ā
He smiles like he was expecting that answer. āYeah?ā
āYeah.ā
He hums, amused. āWhere?ā
You give him a look. āWhere do you think?ā
Spencer grins fully now, eyes crinkling at the corners, and he kisses your shoulder. āYouāre welcome.ā
You scoff, but itās breathless. āCocky.ā
āConfident,ā he counters, smug. His hand moves, gliding down your side, dragging the sheet with it. āYou didnāt seem to mind at the time.ā
āNo,ā you admit. āBut I am going to be walking funny all day.ā
He tucks his face back into the curve of your neck, voice low and scratchy with sleep. āThatās my favorite kind of damage.ā
You laugh, but your eyes flutter shut again as he moves over you and rolls you onto your back. He kisses down your collarbone, a little lower, then lower still. His hand spreads over your stomach like heās staking a claim, and his mouth follows suit.
āSpence,ā you warn gently, though your voice is already going soft around the edges. āYou donāt have to.ā
āIām aware of that. I want to.ā
You lift your head to look at him. Heās already halfway down the bed, nosing at your hip, lips brushing skin. He glances up at you, hair falling in his eyes, smile lazily forming.
He presses a kiss just below your navel.
āBesides, breakfast,ā he says, licking his lips with shameless smugness, āis the most important meal of the day.ā
Another kiss, lower.
āAnd I very much like the taste of you in the morning,ā he says, and the grin that follows is pure sin ā cocky and sleepy and devastatingly pretty.
Thereās no room to argue, not when heās already mouthing down your thigh, parting your legs like itās second nature, like this was inevitable from the moment you woke up. His fingers curl under your knees, coaxing you open even further, and he breathes in against your skin.
You brace a hand against the sheets, the other sliding aimlessly into the tangled mess of his hair. āSpencerā¦ā
āShh.ā He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. āLet me make it better. You said youāre sore.ā
āThat doesnāt mean you need toāā
āI know what it means,ā he says, firmer this time. His voice drops low, smooth and certain. āIt means you let me wreck you last night, and now I get to take care of whatās mine.ā
That word lands hard, curls low in your belly. You donāt answer ā you canāt. Youāre too busy trying to steady your breathing. Heās already shifting closer, already locking an arm under your thighs to hold you in place.
You feel the brush of his mouth where youāre still tender and already aching again, and the first drag of his tongue is slow and deliberate.
āSo sweet,ā he hums softly against you. āYou know the average person has up to 10,000 taste buds?ā He glances up, breath hot against your skin. āPretty sure mine were made just for you.ā
You squirm involuntarily ā too sensitive, too much, too soon ā but his grip tightens just slightly, pinning your thighs down with practiced ease. His fingers splay against your hips. Youāre not going anywhere.
āStay still for me, angel,ā he murmurs, voice warm and unbearably soft, challenging you to complete an impossible task.
You try. God, you try. But he knows your body too well by now. He knows exactly how to curl his tongue just right, how to flatten it where youāre already throbbing ā like heās learning your body the way he learns languages, through repetition and obsession. Like itās the only fluency that ever really mattered. He moves with a rhythm designed to undo you molecule by molecule, like youāre his favorite unsolved equation.
āThatās it,ā he says against your skin when your thighs start to tremble. āGod, youāre so soft like this.ā
He noses deeper, then closes his mouth around your clit and sucks, and your entire spine arches off the bed.
āSpenceāā
āIāve got you,ā he soothes, licking back up, hand sliding to your stomach to press you down with gentle, unrelenting pressure.
You squirm again, and he catches your movement immediately.
āI said stay still,ā he warns, low and firm. You whimper, and he smiles against you.
He shifts one arm to slip a hand beneath you, fingers curving under your ass to tilt your hips higher, and when he sinks his mouth back down andāfuck. Your whole body jerks.
āToo much?ā he asks, voice hoarse.
You shake your head, breathless. āN-no. Feels good.ā
āI know it does, angel girl.ā
Itās not fair, the way heās still so vocal even with his mouth buried in your cunt ā praises every breathless twitch of your hips like itās a gift, worships every sound you make with a reverence that borders on unbearable. His tongue moves like heās memorizing you, like heās been starving, like this is the only thing he knows how to do anymore.
He tightens his grip again and devours you, slower this time, deeper, and you come like that ā spread out and trembling, jaw slack, hands fisting uselessly in the sheets. Breaths leave you in broken gasps, and still, he doesnāt stop ā licking you through it, slow and thorough, like heās savoring every drop.
You expect him to pull back once your breathing slows.
He doesnāt.
Your thighs twitch, instinctively trying to close, but he just presses them wider with maddening ease ā like your body belongs under his hands. Like heās barely getting started.
āUh-uh,ā he murmurs, voice rasping with satisfaction. āNot done yet.ā
āSpenceāā Itās barely even a protest. More like a warning, and he knows the difference. Knows the way your hips buck even as you pretend you canāt take more. Knows that the shaky whine in your throat means please, not stop. Knows you too well to listen when your mouth lies and your body begs.
āYou can take it,ā he whispers, tongue hot and sure. āYouāre gonna give me one more, sweet girl. Yeah?ā
You try to argue, but then his tongue flicks just right ā again, and again, and again ā and your spine bows like a live wire. You nod helplessly.
āYou taste so good,ā he breathes. āDonāt make me beg. One more, angel.ā
He holds you down, murmuring praise between licks, talking you through it in a voice thatās simultaneously achingly tender and overwhelmingly filthy, and you feel yourself unraveling all over again. Your thighs tremble, heels digging into the mattress, and he doesnāt stop. Not until youāre gasping his name on a broken sob, not until your second orgasm rips through you with twice the force, leaving you wrecked and open and shaking.
Only then ā when youāre boneless and panting and whimpering beneath him ā does he finally ease up. His mouth slows. Softens. Presses one last kiss to your overstimulated skin.
He looks up at you, flushed and glistening and smug, but his eyes are all warmth.
āGood girl,ā he says, kissing your thigh again. Then again, higher. āSo sweet like this.ā
You can barely manage a breath, let alone a sentence.
He grins, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he pushes your trembling legs gently back together, palms smoothing over your skin like he canāt quite stop touching you. He crawls back up the bed, gaze sweet and tender, and kisses the corner of your mouth. Then your jaw, then your collarbone, then your shoulder.
āHi,ā you finally manage, dazed.
He huffs a soft laugh, leaning over you to press a kiss to your forehead. āHi.ā
You blink up at him, and for a second, neither of you says anything. The quiet hums, warm and full.
āYou okay?ā he murmurs.
You nod, still in a bit of a trance. āYeah. Yeah, justā¦ā
āWrecked?ā he teases, brushing a knuckle down your cheek.
You roll your eyes in faux annoyance. āCompletely.ā
He smiles and settles beside you, and you curl into him instinctively.
āYou didnāt have to do that,ā you mumble.
āI know. I already told you, I wanted to.ā
Your cheeks warm. āStill doesnāt count as a real breakfast.ā
Spencer grins. āSpeak for yourself. Iām full.ā
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pepsipoet isnt rose i dont know where people are getting that idea.. regardless, pepsipoet (aka paige) is literally so incredibly sweet and talented just thought you should know!
aw thank you so much! i had no idea, i appreciate being told
creating a post about how i lied about the situation is CRAZY to me rose. like there aren't many other people who've come along and shared alike stories. it's 30 v 1 at this point. i love tumblr, i truly do, i love writing and the people i've met on here, but i want this to be a safe space for everyone. my page is always welcome to anyone, no matter what UNLESS you're defending rose and coming on my page talking about it. i don't have the patience nor time of day to deal with it. rose has GROOMED people. this is not something to be overlooked. from here on, i hope to write more fanfics and stories for you all now that rose is gone. thank you for all of the love and support, i love you all dearly mwah mwah mwah stay sexy
im very glad you were brave enough to come out and share this, what she did was wrong and she probably knows it and itās quite disappointing to see the lack of acknowledgment and accountability she showed. hope youāve gotten better and my messages are open whenever!!
thank you so much ! you're such a sweet soul, i appreciate it dearly
hi love. i wanted to let you know that rose is back, under a new account. @/vanvidz. your story is completely valid. please donāt be discouraged. she has an ability to try and make herself innocent, but i donāt believe a single word. iām not sure if youāve seen the post she made yet, if not i can send you a link. if you have, im truly sorry that she has had the audacity and immaturity to come onto this app again just to try to invalidate you. the way she is handling everything is truly petty and immature. i hope you are doing well and continue to be well. you are in no way wrong or invalid.
hi sweetie! i appreciate this sm, i logged out for a couple of days again so no, i haven't seen her new account or posts. i'd love to hear what she said though, just to know what lies she's telling now. thank you for sticking beside me, it means more than you know
why would i ever lie about a situation like that? many other people have spoken up, so why's my experience being invalidated? i'm not begging people to believe me, just hear my story and be aware please. rose isn't someone to trust
i want to start by saying iāve seen the post, iāve seen the asks in my inbox, and iāve seen everyoneās messages about it. i wasnāt ignoring it, i just needed time to sit with it and think about how to respond in a way that doesnāt take away from what matters most.
and what matters most is the person who came forward. their experience, their voice, and making sure they feel supported and believed. reading what they shared is upsetting, and itās not something that should ever be minimized or brushed off.
iāve been screaming at the top of my lungs that this is not drama. it was never drama. this is about a grown woman who continuously crossed boundaries with minors. and now, instead of keeping the focus there, people are turning it into clout, into performance, or worse, into excuses to attack others. iām seeing people going after individuals who used to be associated with rose as if they had any control over her actions. thatās not right. you are attacking people with no valid proof behind your arguments.
this is not the time to drag in unrelated issues, and it is definitely not the time to bring up the tripouts situation. these are two completely different things and they are not comparable in the slightest. yes, rose was involved in both, but what we are dealing with right now is not about fandom drama (her running them off the app), itās about grooming. itās about predatory behavior. itās about someone making minors feel unsafe. the focus needs to stay on that.
iāve also seen thereās an account posting pictures of rose and writing smut about her. i donāt know who thinks thatās funny or okay, but itās not. she hurt people. she crossed lines. she made minors uncomfortable and unsafe. turning her into sexual content now is tone-deaf, and disrespectful to the victim who just came forward.
so letās be clear. this isnāt entertainment. it isnāt a fandom spectacle. it isnāt about who can shout the loudest or drag up old grudges. real people were harmed, and we donāt know if this victim is the only one. thatās why the focus needs to stay where it belongs ā on listening to the victims, on learning the signs of behavior like this, and on making this space safer for everyone.
please stop centering yourselves. stop making it about old drama. stop attacking people who had nothing to do with roseās actions. stop turning this into content. the spotlight belongs on the victim, their healing, and on making sure this kind of behavior doesnāt get ignored again.
i feel like it's finally my turn to say something. i've kept this to myself for so long but seeing people still love rose, and now that she's finally gone i can't stay quiet anymore.
i was 15. the whole time i was so confused. she would constantly talk sexual with me, telling me about her fantasies and making comments i didn't even understand yet. she asked me to call with her, and on those calls she'd always bring up sexual stuff. i didn't know what to say. i just remember feeling weird, uncomfortable like i had to just sit there and go along with it even though i didn't want to.
eventually i blocked her. she blocked me back, and then i deactivated. since then tumblr hasn't felt safe for me. every time i see her name or people saying how much they love her it brings all of it back.
i think this is the last time i'll ever be on here. i don't even know why i'm writing this except that i just want to finally be heard. i've carried this for so long in silence and maybe it doesn't even matter anymore but it matters to me.
the worst part is i barely have any screenshots because i deactivated my account back then. that makes me scared no one will believe me. it scares me that most of this only exists in my memory and maybe only i will ever know what truly happened.
sometimes i feel like maybe i'm being dramatic. like maybe i overreacted or made it bigger than it was. but then i remember how sick it made me feel, how confused i was how i didn't even know what to say when she would start talking sexual with me. i was 15. that shoulve been enough for her to know it was wrong
i don't know. maybe i'll regret posting this maybe people won't believe me, but at least i finally said it out loud.
please i beg, interact with this any way i really want to feel heard it feels like im being dramatic but then I remember how much it still bothers me.
tags for awareness@cvnntagious @darksturnz @y3sterdaysproblem @passionfruitchris @nickssidewitch @humpster35
hi friends! uhm so i left tumblr for a while due to some things that happened with another creator on this platform. you may know who she is, she was very big in the sturniolo tumblr community and many people loved her. she just deactivated her account, her name's rose and before i knew all of the bad stuff about her, i liked her as a creator too. i've seen a couple other people speak about her, so i've gained some courage to actually come back to this app and say something.
first, i'm so sorry for leaving y'all hanging, i truly love the sturniolo fandom and the multiple friend's i've made on this app, but what happened just made me uncomfortable and i wanted to get away from it completely.
rose and me spoke many times, and of course i was honored because she was such a huge creator here who so many people looked up too. she followed me back and she began messaging me.
yes, i'm 18 (almost 19) and i do write smut, but for some reason it felt odd speaking to rose. she'd ask about my sexual fantasies or my sexual experiences, and there was never really a conversation that me and her had that didn't have to do with anything sexual.
it was weird because we didn't know each other or speak UNLESS it was sexual stuff. eventually, she asked for my personal socials which i ended up refusing to give her because we weren't close like that, and she became very upset.
insults were thrown at me, about my writing, the sexual stuff that she BEGGED me to tell her. i mean, anything mean she could say she said. unfortunately, i have no screenshots because i simply just blocked her to get it over with and left the app.
i'm scared no one will believe me due to lack of evidence, but maybe my story will get mores out. to the other's who were affected by her, i get you and i'm here for you. i love you all dearly, thank you for reading.
