My name is Ace. I also go by Stolas, Apollo and sometimes Angel. I'm an 04 Liner. I like Space, Kpop, anime, music, and video games. I'm genderfluid (afab). I have Anxiety and ADHD. I am a multistan.
My Tumblr husband is @deadduvznap
My Tumblr Wife is @kissmatz
My friends are @strawberi-pup and @wincumdump
My favorite moots are @multi-ficsblog @slut4hee @ten-ge @jae10velies @wineagle @calypsohan @hyunsuksswife @spicyseonghwas and @channieandhisgoonsquad
@spacey-gracey
I forgot to add a moot ^
Not a moot but my favorite person in a way @thatblvckboyy
Usually don't post writing on this page specifically but I'll make an exception for the lovely EVOL who sent me a request on this account. I usually post on @zerobaseonelover
This is the second Xlov request this month and I'm loving it. I'll be working on both of them because hello the requests I was sent are so good.
I'm genuinely hoping nobody ignores me here honestly because I'll cry. Everyone is ignoring me talking about Anderson Paak's movie Kpops.
Genuinely I really liked the movie. It literally explains k-pop as a whole and where it comes from. While being a genuinely funny yet serious movie. I genuinely respect the movie because it tells the truth rather than lie. It's generally a great movie all around and I genuinely think more people should watch it.
you are one of the few male / genderlfuid writer that I have seen on here. Usefully it’s women who are writing these fanfics.
Yea, I've noticed that throughout the past few years I've been writing. They don't have many male/GenderFluid writers on here and usually the ones I know who write are super underrated like these dudes can write good. And some of the guys who wrote that I knew personally that were good at writing for both male and trans male readers have deactivated 😭. I miss my besties✨💜
But I used to write on @nsfwstolas @3rachabunny and I still write on @zerobaseonelover but I have been taking a break for a bit. But yes I write fanfictions.
..... People do know they can write stuff to fit their preferences right. They don't have to cater to everyone some people just do to please others or because of common courtesy. Writers don't owe you anything. They are allowed to write only only male reader if they want, only female reader if they want. Plus size reader or skinny reader if they want and exclude one or the other. Quite literally I remember when neutral body types for readers were the main thing in fan fics or when skinny reader was literally the main thing. Now plus size reader is the main thing being written and people are getting offended for some reason. Like write fics yourself rather than getting mad at someone not writing for your body type on their page it's not your page that writer owes you nothing. I've also seen people harassing people who write only male reader over the years and I'll say it again the writers owe you nothing.
Writers are people too. Not machines. Not people you can just try and push over and bully into doing what you want. They are people with emotions, Jobs, doing School, they have lives outside of writing. If a writer is catering to themselves and their community that they are exclusively to that is life and their page. So stop acting entitled.
right so ... isn’t it obvious who my ult is heh. this is pretty accurate actually :0 i’m not sure about the old soul one but i am the queen of inner rage :p
thank you danie for the tag! >3< TAGGING: @miumura, @orimuraa, @bywons, @weoris
hehe ty for the tag lili >< i think it was pretty accurate except for the sorry one TT i think i'm actually the opposite and can't stop saying sorry TT but i think my ult was a bit obvious...
If I do a side quest on one of my accounts @nsfwstolas would you guys read it. I wanna write for dramas I've watched mostly the ones I've watched with my favorite actors/musicians in them. Such as................. Squid Games, High & Low, And Alice in Borderland.
“if it goes off don’t you try it, girl, i need your undivided”
💿now playing: turn it off by why don’t we
❯ summary: Renjun is sick of it. Sick of the way you’re constantly glued to your phone when he’s so desperate, so eager to fuck you. He’ll have to do something about it—and if that something means reminding you where your attention belongs, so be it
❯ pairings: renjun x fem!reader
❯ genre: established relationship, smut
❯ words: 3.1k
❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, sexual frustration, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), slight voyerusim, mention of marking, begging, swearing, creampie, reader uses she/her pronouns, renjun is a little mean (kind of, not really, he's just frustrated)
Renjun hates being online, which seems odd given that his job keeps him constantly in the spotlight. But that’s exactly the issue—he spends at least ninety per cent of his life catering to fans, posing for pictures, and being on camera. So whenever he gets home, he just wants to switch off, and you’re making that incredibly difficult right now.
It started the moment he walked through the door.
Renjun had been buzzing with excitement on the ride home, counting down the minutes until he could finally shut off, wrap himself up in his girlfriend and disappear into two weeks of uninterrupted time together. No schedules, no managers, no alarms—just you and him. He'd imagined the welcome in vivid detail: the warmth of your arms, your bright smile, maybe even a kiss before he could drop his bags.
Instead, he got a distracted, one-armed hug.
The other arm was busy holding your phone to your ear, your eyes flicking to him only long enough to press a finger to your lips to….shush him? His excitement wavered, replaced by confusion as he stood there, mouth agape, blinking.
"Karina," you mouthed, gesturing to the phone.
Oh. Right. You’d mentioned how she was having a rough time with her boyfriend at the moment. Renjun exhaled slowly, nodding as he tried to shake off the disappointment. It made sense—you were being a good friend. Still, he couldn’t help but feel the first night of his vacation had gotten off to a colder start than he'd hoped.
And at first, he was fine with it. He wasn’t a hypocrite—he knew his job kept him busy, knew there were plenty of times he’d unintentionally neglected you. He could be understanding. Patient. But after a night of eating dinner alone, showering alone, watching a movie alone… irritation started to creep in.
He hadn’t even realized how codependent he’d become. So when you finally slipped into bed, he wasted no time pulling you close—arm curling around your waist, lips just about to graze your neck—
And then your phone rang. Again.
Renjun felt his last thread of patience snap.
“Babyyy,” he groans against your skin, tightening his grip when he feels you start to slip away and sit up on the mattress. “Don’t answer it, it’s late.”
He doesn’t want to let you go—doesn’t want you reaching for that damn phone, because the second you do, he knows he might as well just go to sleep and call it a night for himself.
You sigh, fingers threading through his hair as he secures his grip around your waist, holding you in place like a vice. The ringing finally stops, but when you try to pry his arms off, he doesn’t budge—too strong, too stubborn, too frustrated to let you go.
“Junnie, it’s Karina,” you murmur. “She’s having a hard time. I have to call her back.”
Renjun rolls his eyes, clearly not getting it. He’s never been the "therapy friend." If anything, he’s the break-up friend—not one to really understand why his friends stay in relationships with people they have doubts about. He thinks you should offer Karina the same advice.
He nuzzles deeper into your neck, his grip loosening just enough for his fingers to trace feather-like touches down your side.
“But baby, she’s had your time all day. I’ve missed you.”
He knows he’s being selfish, expecting you to drop everything and focus on him, but Renjun’s never claimed to be a saint. He is selfish, wants you now, and in this moment, nobody else is allowed in your mind or your thoughts—not when he’s planning to fuck you.
His fingers continue to trace down your side, the warmth of his calloused touch hot enough to melt away any sense of obligation you have toward Karina. She’ll be fine, right?
But before you can even finish the thought, Renjun’s teasing touches shift into a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His lips are like silk, smooth and gentle, moulding themselves to fit the curve of your skin, fitting perfectly into the hollows of your body. The sensation sends a shiver racing down your spine, and you can’t help but whimper as his mouth works its magic.
He smiles against your skin, unable to hide how much he fucking loves the way you whimper. But what he loves more—what’s really driving him wild—is knowing he has you exactly where he wants you right now. It flips a switch inside him, makes him hungrier.
His lips tighten, forming a gentle vacuum against your skin, sucking you in as if he’s claiming you with his mouth. The marking is raw, possessive, yet tender—making you feel owned, and like you're his all at once. It almost makes you distracted—almost.
Your phone buzzes.
“Leave it,” he grits, nipping at your skin gently before shifting over you, caging you in with his body.
“Junnie, I—”
His lips are back on your neck, hungry and relentless with only one goal—ravishing you. Your eyes flutter shut as your hands find his hair again, fingers knotting between the loose strands. His lips anchor you in place, holding you under him, keeping you distracted, making you melt into him, making your thoughts melt.
Another buzz.
Renjun growls when your eyes snap open to glance at your phone on the nightstand. That absolutely won’t do. He’ll have to up the ante, make sure the next buzz you hear will be your orgasm drowning out that fucking ringer.
When you feel his hand sneak from your waist to toy with the hem of your pyjama shorts, your hand grips his wrist, “Junnie, it could be important…”
He looks at you; you both know that whatever Karina wants right now isn’t important—it’s not the first time she’s had problems with her boyfriend, and it certainly won’t be the last.
“Aren’t I important too?” he whispers impatiently. “Haven’t you missed me, just as much as I’ve missed you?”
You have. You always miss Renjun—he’s impossible not to miss. And honestly, you had been looking forward to a cozy night in, ordering takeout, watching a movie, and then lazy couch sex. It’s practically a tradition for the two of you whenever he starts vacation. But then Karina called, caught up in this back-and-forth jealousy game with her boyfriend that’s been dragging on for months. And you’re nothing if not a girl’s girl. You had to answer.
His breath tickles, travelling from your nape to your ear where he nips and pecks your lobe.
“Then show me.” His voice drops lower as so does his hand underneath your shorts. “Show me how much you’ve missed me—missed all the things I do to this pretty body.”
His words hit you like a spell, making you liquefy, legs instinctively opening wider as his slender fingers tease up and down your bare slit. Your chest trembles with quick, shallow breaths as his knuckles brush over your clit, the sensation menacing and punishing. It’s deliberate—and you know Renjun well enough to recognize that’s exactly what he wants. You’ve made him wait, so now he’s going to take his sweet time with you. Well, not sweet—he’s pissed, you can feel it, see it in his jaw. This is going to be an unforgiving, frustrated fucking.
Your phone buzzes again, right as his two fingers thrust into you without warning. "Keep your eyes on me, Y/N," he demands on a growl, "Don’t even think about looking at that phone."
You exhale sharply, mouth falling open at the sudden fullness you feel between your legs. “But—”
Your head tilts instinctively, needing to glance at it, to see what the notification is. But before you can, Renjun pulls his fingers out of your pussy, grabbing your cheeks firmly. “I told you to keep looking at me.”
You whimper at the loss of contact, feeling so empty without him. You try to nod, desperate to show him that you’ll obey, that you’ll do anything he asks—so long as he puts his fingers back—but his grip on your cheeks doesn’t budge, to keep your head locked in place.
You know exactly what he wants, that he loves to hear you beg, and you're not one to deny him. Not when you’re feeling so selfish, not when you need him to make you cum.
“Please, Junnie… I need you... I’ve missed you... I need your fingers.”
He smiles down at you, pupils darkening as he watches your chest heave, your body squirming, desperate for friction.
"Where, baby?" he teases lowly. "Where do you need my fingers... It's been so long, I think I’ve forgotten."
You’re not shy, not with Renjun. He talks a big game, but he’s always so sweet, never making you feel silly. So, you tell him, voice needy, "In my pussy... I've been so wet for you, Junnie."
He throws his head back, groaning as his hand slips back under your waistband, cupping your cunt without hesitation. "Fuck, yes you are... so fucking desperate for me."
Then, without warning, his fingers slide back into you, thrusting deep and slow. You gasp, your body arching into his touch as he picks up the pace, his fingers now driving into you with fast, purposeful movements.
It’s not gentle, not soft, not loving. It’s demanding, greedy, frustrated. Renjun’s fingers are harsh, sharp, quick—forcing wet sounds to fill the room, but you’re too consumed by how good it feels to care.
"I want you to see me," he says. "I want you to feel me, to focus on me. Not on your phone, not on Karina, not on anything else. Just me."
Muffled agreeable moans escape your lips, and Renjun chuckles, enjoying the way your hips writhe to meet his movements. So greedy, so eager to use him to get off. He fucking loves it. When he feels your breath hitch, he leans forward to kiss you, swallowing your moans because they’re his.
“Holy shit—Jun! Gonna cum—”
He coos, his eyes glazing over in awe. “Yeah… please, baby, let me feel you—let me feel how good you are, squeezing my fingers.”
You feel your eyes fluttering closed, head tilting back as you succumb to him, to the pleasure. Your orgasm is so close you can almost taste it, but then a low growl rumbles from Renjun, his fingers slowing down, and you realise your mistake.
"I told you," he murmurs, voice husky, "I want your attention, I want your focus. I want you to see me."
His fingers move with a painful slowness, as if he's drawing out every last drop of gratification from your body, edging.
"J-Jun, please—oh my—fuck!"
You can't hold back any longer. You can’t take any more of his teasing, the inconsistent pace, his knuckles grazing against your clit so deliciously evil. It's overwhelming. It’s too much. You lose control, your body shuddering as you cum hard and fast around his fingers, vision spotted, eyes unfocused, as everything blurs around you. Including the sound, your ears are ringing.
And through it all, Renjun's eyes never leave yours, his gaze burning with so much love, so much awe, despite his irritation. It’s so hot, so raw, you can't help but want him over and over again. You reach up, pressing your lips to his, arms slipping around his neck, fingers teasing the hair at the nape.
“Fuck me, please, Junnie, I’m begging.”
He smiles against your lips. “So now you want me, huh?”
“Always want you.”
And you do. You want him right now, so badly that you don’t even care that you’re both still clothed, him only pulling his pyjama pants down enough to free his cock. So badly that you don’t care when he only pushes your shorts aside, running up and down your slit, coating his erection in your orgasm. You're just too desperate to feel him, body aching, limbs scrambling to get closer.
If this were any other day (if you hadn’t spent most of the evening ignoring him) Renjun would’ve put you out of your misery by thrusting his cock deep inside you, fucking you slow and sweet. But you had ignored him, and he’s not feeling very kind right now.
He teases his length between your wet folds, the tip brushing over your hole. It’s almost cruel, how your walls clench around nothing.
"Want my cock in here, yeah?"
You nod because it’s the only response you can manage. Your throat feels dry from the first orgasm he’s already given you, your mind too far gone to form any coherent words.
It’s enough to satisfy Renjun though, his eyes flashing with lust as he drives his cock into you with a rough, needy thrust. You gasp, body stretching to accommodate him, walls tightening around him so heavenly, making him hiss through his teeth.
His arm snakes down, settling around your throat. His grip is gentle but firm enough to apply just the right amount of pressure, the way he knows you like it, as he begins to move. His strokes grow quicker, then slower, more languid. Then a repeat of the messy rhythm just to tease you.
"You ignored me all day, baby," he growls. "You made me wait, made me wonder if you even wanted me anymore."
"I'm sorry," you whisper barely audible.
Renjun’s about to kiss your forehead, reassure you that it’s okay because he loves you so damn much, that even if you upset him constantly, he’d always forgive you. He finally understands why his friends never take his breakup advice. But then, your phone rings again—and you glance over at the nightstand, tearing your eyes away from him.
It fucking pisses him off. You’re not listening to him. And maybe that’s why he shuts down the logical part of his brain, the one telling him that what he’s about to say is a bad idea, and just says it.
"Answer it," he snarls.
For the first time, you hesitate, unsure of what to do, despite his glare daring you to disobey.
“You’re being such a brat today,” he huffs, snatching the phone from your nightstand, glancing at Karina’s name on the screen before sliding the answer button across and putting her on speaker.
A flush spreads across your body, a mix of embarrassment and something else—you’re turned on. You like that Renjun’s relentless pace doesn’t falter, driving in and out of you while your best friend rants about her shitty boyfriend, completely oblivious. Her voice blasts through the phone, while yours is muffled by your hand.
It’s naughty, it’s wrong, but god, it’s so damn hot.
“...like can you believe him?”
You haven’t been listening, you can’t—not with the harsh thrusts driving in and out of your pussy, not with your eyes rolling back, not when you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
With a nervous swallow, you decide it’s easier to just agree—support women’s rights, but more importantly, women’s wrongs and all that. “I-I know, Rina... he’s such a—oh my god!”
Renjun raises an eyebrow at you innocently, a smirk curling on his lips as if he didn’t just pinch your clit mid sentence, adding a deliciously sharp hint of pain to the pleasure.
You hear Karina’s voice drop a little, “You okay?”
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," you stammer, biting down on your lip, hard.
There’s a brief pause, and that’s almost worse, because Renjun doesn’t slow down—he’s like a man starved. You have no choice but to bite down on your lip harder, almost drawing blood. The thrill of trying not to get caught is clearly a new kink you’re both discovering you have.
"I'm just so pissed at him," Karina continues. "I mean, so what if I started it?"
"T-totally, Rina," you agree through tight teeth. "He's such a—"
Renjun pinches your clit again, and this time, you let out a strangled gasp. No amount of biting your lip is going to help you compose yourself now. You’re a flat out mess.
"Uh, what was that? Are you sure you’re okay?" Karina asks.
You take a deep breath. "Y-yep, all good just... uh, I think I might’ve... just seen a spider," you stutter.
Renjun’s eyes crinkle with amusement, his smirk widening as he continues to torment you. Pinching turns to rubbing. Thrusts get sloppier. You glare at him, but he just winks, clearly getting off on this.
"Oh no, shouldn’t Renjun be home by now? Can’t you ask him to deal with it?"
If only she knew.
"Y-yeah, he is," your breath hitches again. "I should... uh, call him in here, actually. See you later, Rina."
When you hang up, Renjun’s fingers dig into your hips, with just enough sting to make you scream his name and trigger a second orgasm. You feel so full, high on adrenaline, so good. You let out a strangled cry, body shaking with pleasure as you come apart around him.
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down—just keeps driving into you with his own desperate need to chase his high. Rough fingers dig deeper into your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you with relentless rhythm. His own mind is high on adrenaline, short-circuiting over how filthy and dirty it felt to fuck you while your damn annoying friend had no idea. Even if she did, he doesn’t care. Like he said, Renjun is selfish, not a saint.
When he feels himself getting close, his voice drops, sounding almost gravelly. “I told you, Y/N, I wanted your undivided attention.”
You feel yourself melting from the erratic pace, about to cum again. Renjun’s breathing turns ragged, and then, suddenly, he’s there, his body tensing as he reaches his own climax. You feel him swell inside you, cock pulsing with each spasm of thick white cum spilling. He lets out a low, guttural groan, eyes screwing shut as he cums, hard.
Eventually, his body relaxes, collapsing next to you. You both lie there, panting, chests still heaving, as he wraps his arms around you.
"I think that was the most entertaining conversation you've ever had with Karina," he finally says, sounding so smug you almost want to punch him. But you love him, so you settle for a glare.
"You're actually a monster," you giggle.
He grins, hugging you closer before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll go get something to clean you up.”
You nod, feeling the bed shift as he gets up. As Renjun heads to the bathroom, your phone beeps again. And despite everything, you still haven’t learned your lesson—you check it.
Karina 12:33 AM
That was not the scream of someone finding a spider.
You were totally fucking Renjun.
I’m traumatized.
Blocking you.
Something tells you Renjun would love the sound of that.
I just had a fucking allergic reaction to Jambalaya. How is that possible I've been eating it since I was 2 years old. Why now give me an allergy to a food I love. I'm going to cry.
(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)
