#and YEAH controlling his reactive ass DOES strain me. but how the fuck would a retractable improve that situation lol.

[istherewifiinhell]

[person whose injured their wrist and believes it from walking their dog]

ohhh yeah, you might wanna switch from the retractable leash you know

>the dogs gonna pull me off my feet then

[extreme levels of 'then perish']

[boltwrites]

So Good

Fandom: The Legend of Korra Pairing: Bolin / Reader (AFAB, gender neutral) Rating: E Tags: Bondage, Blindfolds, Praise, Coming Inside

🦇 anon asked:  maybe some good ol’ praise kink then? with some bondage 😈 idk dude, bolin just does tings 2 me 🥰 + i’m the bolin bondage request,, could bolin be the one tied up? i also very much enjoy top!reader >:)

anon asked:  Heyyyyyyyyy could you please write a fic about Bolin being tied up and blindfolded and getting waaaaaaaay too excited? I LOVE YOUR WRITING BY THE WAY IT IS AMAZING AND YOUR DOING SUCH A WONDERFUL JOB❤❤❤❤❤

A/N: i’m not 100% super happy with this, but i just. i LOVE writing a good sub!Bolin fic. he’s too cute.

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“How does it feel?” you asked, sitting back on your heels.

Bolin was laid out under you, set on top of your soft sheets. His arms extended over his head, muscles pulled taunt, with his hands bound to the headboard. His cheeks were flushed, and you couldn’t help but notice the juxtaposition between his sweet curl, that you had always thought was so wholesome and cute, and his bound hands, twitching against the rope.

He tugged against the rope for you, testing its strength. You must have tied it well, because even as he flexed, pulling against the binds, they didn’t budge. You watched him with wide eyes – he looked so good like this, the muscles in his arms on display for you, the angle exposing his broad chest, and the blush that was starting to spread across it.

“Good,” he breathed, catching your gaze. His own was unreadable – a mix of nervousness combined with excitement and arousal. You could feel exactly how excited he was, as his dick pressed firm against your ass as you scrutinized your work.

“Ready for this?” You asked him, holding the scrap of fabric in your hand. Bolin’s breath caught, and he shivered a little at the sight of it, before he nodded, tilting his head forward for you, ever the gentleman.

You slipped the scrap of fabric over his eyes, the elastic secured behind his head. When he fell back against the pillow, you almost missed the sight of his pretty green eyes, but you knew that soon enough, Bolin would be so worked up that neither of you would mind at all.

To test your theory, you trailed your fingers, feather-light, down his body, starting at his cheek, dragging them down his neck and across his chest. You ghosted your touch over one of his nipples, before tweaking it lightly between your thumb and forefinger.

Bolin reacted instantly, keening loud and arching into your touch, far louder than normal, far more reactive.

“Oh, Bo,” you cooed, resting both of your hands on his firm chest, loving the feel of him under you. “You should see yourself. You’re so pretty like this.”

“It’s-“ he gasped, hands flexing against his restraints. “It feels-“

“Does it feel good?” you teased, leaning over to ghost your lips against his. His breath caught, chasing your lips with his own, but you denied him, just to see his head fall into the pillows as he groaned, arching against you.

“Yeah, when you actually touch me – Y/n, please-“ he whined, begging you. You were only just beginning to realize the power you held in this position. He would never know what you were planning on doing next – he was completely vulnerable under you, and you could see his true and genuine reactions when you touched him, could see just how much pleasure you could provide him with.

You shushed him, pressing a finger to his lips, running your thumb against his plump bottom lip, just to see him whine, pressing a kiss to your finger as he wiggled under you.

It was only then that you leaned over to kiss him, deep, and desperate, even though you were fully in control. It wasn’t for lack of control, it was because of the feeling of Bolin arching into you, how he moaned into your mouth, how his hips stuttered against yours, begging you to touch his oversensitive skin. Instead, you cradled his face, pressing your thumbs into his strong jaw, threading fingers through his soft, dark hair. Before you moved on any further, you wanted him to know how much you loved him, how much you needed him – what he did to you, even like this.

“So sweet,” you mumbled as you pulled away, tugging gently at his hair. Bolin keened under you, crying out at the touch. Spirits, you could spend the whole night just kissing him like this and never be tired of his reactions.

But you wanted to see more from him – hear him moan louder for you, lose himself completely.

You slid your fingers out of his hair, tracing them down his chest as you positioned yourself just right. He shivered at your touch, making soft noises as your fingers trailed down him. You smiled, admiring him as you rose up on your knees, your hand still traveling lower.

You wrapped your fingers delicately around his length, and Bolin moaned low, tossing his head to the side, his curls starting to muss as he moved.

“Oh Y/n please, it’s so much-“ you had barely touched him and he was already losing it. You knew he was sensitive, he always had been, but his reactions were absolutely gorgeous now. It sent a thrill through you as you lined him up to enter you.

“You want more, baby?” you asked him, holding still even though you desperately wanted to sink onto him.

“Spirits, yes, it’s so good,” he panted, rocking into your grip, shuddering so hard at the minimal contact.

“You know, I have half a mind just to keep you like this,” you admitted, your voice low and rough. “You have no idea how beautiful you are – what you do to me, Bo. You’re so pretty it hurts.”

He keened at the praise, and it trailed into a whimper as you squeezed him, just to admire the long line of his neck as he arched, to feel how thick he was in your hand.

But you knew you couldn’t stay like this for long – you needed him as much as he needed you. You sank onto him, gasping as you lowered yourself. He was always so much at this angle, you felt like you were going to burst from how full he made you feel.

But your noises were drowned out by his – Bolin shook the whole way down, tugging at his bonds as he struggled not to lose himself as soon as he was buried inside you. He moaned loud, almost pained, his thighs shaking as you bottomed out.

“Good?” you asked him, breathless. You rocked against him, just to feel how perfectly he pressed against you, how easy it was to find just the right angle like this.

“Oh,” Bolin’s voice cracked as he tried to find his voice, the muscles in his arms straining as he tugged against the rope, his blush reaching all the way down to his chest, his forehead curl plastered to his skin now, slick with sweat.

“I- won’t last-“ he admitted, punctuated by a low moan as you rocked your hips, grinding against him as he tried to answer. “Too good, fuck-“

“That’s alright, baby,” you assured him, your hips rocking faster as he keened for you. “You don’t have to. Want you to come so hard like this, want you to fill me up.”

“Spirits-“ Bolin cried as you started to bounce on him, spearing yourself on him and driving yourself wild with it.

“You’re so big, Bo,” you moaned for him, and he returned it with his own, his fingers curling as he tried to hold on. You could see his every muscle as he tried to hold back, tried to last longer, but he couldn’t. Everything was so much more without his sight, and he all but screamed, arching hard as he came, filling you as you gasped, your movements growing more and more frantic as you chased your own release, until finally you found it, between Bolin’s quiet moans as you fucked him through his aftershocks, the feeling of him hot inside of you.

You moaned his name, squeezing him tight, and he shook under you, the overstimulation almost too much for him.

You collapsed on top of him, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him close as his breathing steadied, your own coming harsh and ragged against his chest.

“That was-“ he groaned, his voice hoarse from the sweet noises he made. You hummed in agreement.

“Yeah,” you replied, kissing his jaw, a devious smile upon your lips. “Want more?”

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[thecouncilofali]

First Big Meeting Part 2

“Alright,” I say, sitting up a bit and stretching out my back. “Time for what happened yesterday. First marker was obsession. We took being called out as deep criticism and I got snagged on the obsession track.”

Jack shifted. “We fuck up things at night all the time, and we had already made mistakes that day. She made sure to bring up all of them that night instead of leaving it alone. We’re fucking up and going to hurt her again.”

“I just wanted to go home,” scoffed Anne, crossing her arms like I do when insecure.

Gloria stared at the ground, thumbing at the pink boa around her neck, pulling feathers out. “I didn’t want to feel anymore strain. I didn’t want to walk into a stressful house, I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want her to see, I didn’t want her involved in coping. Just drop her off and others can help take care of her and then we’ll rest ourselves.”

“Exactly, so should have gone straight home, but Ali here was going oh lets try and handle our problems at eleven at night!”

I stand up from my chair, watching them and start by pointing at Jack. “She does that when I’ve been making mistakes and not handling them. It wasn’t meant to pick us apart. I know, I know the people I’ve grown up with mean it that way, but we have to keep working on that so we can learn with her, and from her, and not pick at myself in response.”

“... you sure?”

“I’m dead ass positive. And you can ask her at any point too if you’re not sure. Alright? She’s not the people we grew up with, she means things differently, she’s different as a whole in general. I get that’s still confusing. But that’s why we ask. I’m going to hurt her if I keep thinking like this and don’t accommodate, and learn to be considerate again.”

He nodded nervously. “I... can do that.”

I nod, and pat the table eagerly. “Yes you can. And Anne,” I say, pointing at her. “The night should have ended hours earlier. I pushed it. I’m still having to learn to cope with my problems and these talks are part of it. But the difference here is the correct response isn’t running off and turning my back on her and her concern and her needs. It’s keep learning, keep doing this, keep learning on how to listen. I know I’m scared of a lot? But that’s not the right course of action.”

She stiffly nodded, but I could feel her settle in a bit more.

“You’re right,” she said softly. “I get the urge to run a lot.”

“I know. It’s still there for me, I’m not sure that’s ever going away, but it’s something to work on, not act on, ever.”

She nodded again and her shoulders eased, and I looked at Gloria.

“Same goes for you. We work on everything, big picture, all of me and how to be mindful of others again, instead of so reactive. Not running away. That’s an insult to her, someone who’s been my friend and sticking her hand out for three years. I’m scared. The impulse is there. It’s not one to act on. We need to ground and learn from her, not run off.”

“We’ll suck her in,” she responds, staring at the table.

“Why?” I challenge.

“We always do? There’s no self control. There’s too many people in here. You won’t get the hang of it.”

I breathe, both hands on the table. “Look at me.”

She reluctantly looks up, pulling more feathers out of her boa.

“You are all a part of me. I’ve no doubt that I can learn to get a handle on myself. You’re not all other people out of control. This, is how I’m learning about myself. On top of, several outings we’ve been out on, and I didn’t suck her in. So, no, there is self control, and I’m learning how to grasp it further, and no this isn’t a damned friendship. So breathe, ease, and trust myself.”

Her chin tilted up proudly, and she swung the boa around her shoulder. “Of course. I’ve got a handle on this, it is of no concern.”

I laugh a little, feeling my own paranoia ease. I’m on the right track with this.

I look at Benjamin, and he runs his hand up and down his arm. “I got stressed about straining her, so I wanted to go back to the house, and lay down, give her a rest from me for awhile. Like sleep is to give other people a break too. I got your side so I backed off? But that pull is just, there... I’m sorry. Like I did my best to give you room to do what you feel like you needed but I’m not sure that actually relieved you?”

I shake my head. “I need you chiming up when that pull hits and working with me, not backing off me, I am part of you. We’re working together on this. So no shying away from me, got it?”

He nodded, and smiled a little. “Got it.”

Aimee whined at this point. “Alright but the boys started making their threats! ‘There will be consequences if you push her’. It’s not our fault she wouldn’t get out of the car.”

“She cares, and relies on me for certain things, neither of those are something to abuse, and it wasn’t making threats to fuck with me, it’s hey, there are consequences and he is going to protect his partner. I understand the filter? Michael and males in the family do that in general, so did one of my exes. But not every male works that way. She’s not to be used and they’re not to be run from or brushed off. There are consequences and her health is on the line. I need to do my part to pull my own weight. Everything else? Bratty excuses.”

She glared at me. “They’re going to hurt you.”

“I might get hurt? With them it’d likely be by my own doing. It’s worth the effort with them though. There’s a lot of risks but I’m willing with them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “... Why?”

I pause a moment, brushing my hand behind my ears. “It’s... It’s hard for me to relax fully and register closeness with someone right now? But even from that .. emotional distance, I know I’m lying if I try to say I don’t care, or if they’re not different than what I’ve known. I’m scared but I trust them. So I’m doing my best.”

She looked away for a moment before glaring at me again. “I know we like them, but it isn’t safe.”

“If it comes between being absolutely alone versus taking the risk, which would you choose?”

“... Take the risk,” she answered, looking away.

I nodded. “It’s not even as much as a risk like it feels like. I get that’s not clicking right now but I need all sides of me to be on this decision to help actually settle that too.”

She nodded. “Alright. I’ll support it. I don’t trust any of the boys, but I’ll trust her... and Neil, enough.”

That’s a start.

I look at the last three.

Wright chimes up first. “I just wanted to listen to music the rest of the night, decompress alone for awhile. I liked being out with them, and I get the writing was important? But I was ready to be alone. For you to pay attention to yourself first and foremost the rest of the night. And have done this the rest of the night.”

Jax nodded. “I wanted the same. I tried to help you with the writing but I feel like I needed time with you. I just wanted to enjoy time by ourselves for a little while. Maybe play with some of those dance moves. Maybe write something for yourself. You pour yourself into others so much and you’re not fully extroverted you know?”

I nod. “That’s fair, and I feel that need a lot? But I need to do both. I would have been able to had I not gotten snagged on obsession and dragged things up, but I’m not sure on how to balance things out yet, and I’m still afraid to say no a lot, because there’s sometimes I feel that but it’s not the right time? And I don’t want to upset anyone anymore than I have.”

I sigh, and several of them nervously nod, when Joseph pipes up. “You told me I could have fun with costumes as long as it wasn’t hiding you. Isn’t that part of it yeah? You’re hiding yourself in quiet. Its still a guise. You’re not that quiet.”

I nod, that impulse to nervously laugh rising and I breathe it out. “You’re right. I feel inept at communicating when things come up as well, and I get paranoid at it coming out wrong, but that’s not something I’ll get the hang of until I keep practicing. And that scares me a ton,” and several of them nod in agreement, “but I’ll be happier and able to take care of myself, and able to maintain these relationships better the more I can work past that. Not by force but like, hey, this is why.”

There’s a mix of nervous and eager nods, and I straighten up a pile of papers I have all their personalities and names listed out on.

“We’ll meet again tonight, after the job applications. If you have concerns while I’m out. Until then, any questions?”

Joseph raised his hand. “Not as late tonight right? We’ll actually get some sleep? Gloria eats less when we don’t.”

I nod. “Not as late. Much much earlier. Anything else?”

“Just give us a time when you can,” from Jax, running the wheels of the car over his hands.

“Will do. If that’s all?” and I pause a moment, looking them over. There seems to be a lot of mixed emotions, but a mutual relief at a feeling of lack of isolation, like I’m part of something.

“Then meeting dismissed. See everyone tonight.”