for the dirty bleach f/o confessions
obsessed with the idea of byakuya using his spiritual pressure to push and keep me down, no need to tie me up (though i'd love that too, he is into shibari for sure..) when his presence alone is enough to incapacitate me. being overwhelmed by his power and completely at his mercy ♡ . ♡
You feel him when you’re working. You feel him when you are in the world of the living. You feel him when you are out and about with friends. You definitely feel him when he is on top of you.
It is suffocating. It is soul crushing. It is addicting.
His presence lingers even when he isn’t even around, feeding onto your strange addiction.
So it is not surprising when you feel him entering your room way before he makes his physical entrance. You try to stand up from your chair to properly greet him but the weight of his presence is already on you.
He isn’t gentle when he is trying to keep you in place. There are no thick ropes or shackles in sight.
He hasn’t even entered the room yet, yet he has reduced you to a string puppet, ready to collapse once he eased off on his invisible hold.
With each step he takes, the pressure grows— both externally and internally. You feel your ovaries squeeze from the weight of his hold.
Another step towards you, your clit twitches. Surprisingly, the only control you have is the blinking of your eyes and the clenching of your sex.
Several more steps towards you, your hips want to thrust the air between you. He purposefully lets go of his restraint to watch you beg with your legs.
He doesn’t speak much during sex. He lets his unbearable presence do all the talking instead.
