#edrad liones

[incorrctbleach]

Shawlong: Alright Yylfordt, Edrad. Let's go over this one more time. If something breaks? Edrad: We try to fix it before Grimmjow gets back. Shawlong: If that doesn't work? Yylfordt: We blame DiRoy. DiRoy: Seriously guys, what the hell?

[bleach-smashorpass]

Seireitei Smashability Showdown: (Loser's) Round 1, Match 120

[nevaronn]

Ikkaku barely surviving his battle with Edrad, seeing Yumichika standing there before him, as he always has, and stating that he is "luckier than you can imagine" just GETS ME.

If course Ikkaku knows hes lucky. Yumichika is there with him, the love of his life his good luck charm. He fought an insanely powerful opponent and won, and there in the aftermath of his shattered bankai, stands one person who's been by his side through everything.

"Luckier than you can imagine" doesnt even begin to cover it.

[arrancxr]

Oooh 98 for Edrad !!! There's not enough content for him in here ! He seems quite serious so that might be fun.

((I took a bit of creative liberty with the prompt dialogue here~))

98. “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

You sit almost in his lap— between his spread thighs, mere inches of distance between your clothed torso and his bare skin. Instinctively, baring so much flesh makes him nervous. You’re a human, not a real threat, but knowing that doesn’t make it easier to bare his belly and let you close.

“Still okay?” you ask as your warm, slick fingers venture lower. They’ve been wrapped around his cock (as close as they can get, with how thick it is) until now, doing things that have his body simmering with heat.

“Yeah.” His reply is short, but talking is tough when he’s distracted.

You press a kiss to his collarbone, the brief brush of warm lips landing dangerously close to the dark void below. One more whispered warning, and two of your fingers hook up and inside. Edrad shudders. It doesn’t hurt, but the skin you’re touching feels almost too sensitive to tolerate. Vulnerable. Like you’re petting his fucking organs, for how unnatural the sensation gets.

He’s built big enough that it’s not much of a stretch, at least. Your two fingers fit up to the second knuckle with ease before he starts to tense up with discomfort— and that’s enough. More than enough. Those fingers crook up, adjust their angle, and rub slow, searching little strokes until the pads catch on a dull, flat bump buried past the upper wall of flesh. The response is instant. Pleasure rips a wounded-sounding moan out of his chest. Fuck. 

Edrad jolts, stomach clenching. Those unfamiliar inner muscles flutter around your fingers; maybe trying to push them out, maybe seeking more.

“Does that feel good?” you ask, and Edrad doesn’t know how to answer. The not-quite-pain is an aching, insistent force, pushing past every bodily defense so there’s nothing he can do but surrender, and feel. 

At that angle, it’s like you’re pressing right up against the base of his cock, so sharply sensitive that the slightest friction has him clutching at your shirt and choking back whines. It’s too much in a way that doesn’t happen when you only touch him from the outside— yet still undeniably good. 

“That’s a cute face you’re making,” you say, and the strangeness of the statement momentarily drags Edrad’s attention away from the building tension under his skin. “I like it. You’re so cute when I make you feel good.”

The shock leaves him momentarily speechless. He’s a Hollow. Even this human-like body he’s in now is made for nothing but power and combat. You’re stupidly, confusingly gentle with him, but Edrad still never thought he’d hear you say that— cute— and especially not over something as unnecessarily indulgent as intimate touch. It’s surreal, lacking anything resembling a reasonable explanation, and yet, that uselessly soft (human) sentiment has his chest going tight. Unfair, he thinks, how entirely unfair.

But that baseless affection you offer is why he’s here, in the first place— why he trusts you enough to submit to the cresting pleasure, and let it peak. He’s on the edge already, and the praise was a finishing blow.

[turnbackthependulum]

AUGUST IS AROUND THE CORNER!

Their birthday month!

[fuckyeahanimebirthdays]

Edrad Liones (Bleach)  » August 25

[danisphinx]

Happy Birthday Edrad!🌋💀

[idontthinkimokaymentally]

Hello there Edrad Liones fans.

[every-yumichika]

[rubycahors]

I’ve seen this episode a billion times and never noticed that his eyebrow goes up into his hair

Like what is happening here?

[ncthiingness]

"Oi, Edrad. Today's your birthday, isn't it?" he calls from across his palace's common room.

🔥— ;; From his seat amongst several luxurious cushions, the raven-haired Fracción stilled his hands in the middle of re-tying and adjusting a freshly laundered cloth around Di Roy's Hollow mask.

He twisted himself around a little, the corner of his mouth quirking. "Ah, I suppose it is, isn't it?"

[incorrctbleach]

Shawlong: Can I be frank with you guys? Yylfordt: Sure, but I don't see how changing your name is gonna help. Di Roy: Can I still be me? Edrad: Shh, let Frank speak.

[bleach-smashorpass]

[ncthiingness]

🔥— ;; The lengthening, intense silence was becoming.. unpleasant. It was quite apparent now that the four other Fracciones were entirely engrossed with this conversation.

At the mention of Di Roy, Edrad flicked his gaze to the smallest of their group, unable to stop himself, before returning back to Grimmjow's piercing azure eyes.

".. If I may, I'd like to continue this discussion elsewhere.. mi rey."

As he began climbing to his feet, he discreetly sought out the spindly form of their second-in-command; his gaze locked with Shawlong's, silently bidding for advice.

Never had he anticipated something like this. Grimmjow was, in no small words, demanding from him something that seemed to go against the very grain of the man's nature.

He'd confessed to witnessing him with Di Roy.. which meant that he was desiring to not only explore the act of bottoming, but to experience being brutally dominated as well.

Indeed, he did not think anyone could fault him for feeling a level of extreme confusion and reluctance.

With a small, calming breath, Edrad lead the way across the room to a stairway, and he began the the silent descent to his own chambers.

♔—;; "Ha!" He couldn't help the amusement at the honesty in what Edrad said; no matter his attachment to his Fracciones, he would kill them if they displeased him enough. Still... he had witnessed Edrad with another several times, and he could scarcely think of what could possibly be so egregious about Edrad's preferences.

Taking another step forwards, he leaned into the Trece's space, a slight frown curling the edges of his lips.

"I've seen you and Di Roy," he admits, watching the other Arrancar's face for any minute changes in his expression. "He seems to like it enough."

[arrancxr]

(Individual or group) reaction of grimmjow's fraccion barging in and interrupting him and his s/o's erm ...private time 🤭. Like who is cringing hard, who is completely clueless, who is going in wanting to "protect" grimmjow's honnor, who is pretending to not understand what is happening

(I'm living for the incoming awkwardness)

Also... Happy New Year !!!

Awkwardness, indeed. XD I'll go with individual responses, and thank you for the ask! This is a hilarious situation to picture.

. . .

Shawlong — After a moment of being too stunned to react at all, he politely excuses himself and prays that Grimmjow won't actually kill him for that. Doesn't dare bring it up again for that exact reason, but his thoughts do start wandering to some strange places, afterward.

Edrad — If there's any chance he can just back away and pretend like he never saw anything, he's taking it; half to avoid Grimmjow's fury, and half to spare his boss's pride. Smart enough not to say anything about it later, even though the images are burned in his mind.

Yylfordt — He's the one who lacks all brain-to-mouth filter, and promptly yells something along the lines of what the fuck!? Yylfordt is somewhere between confused and ready to be an ass about this in whatever way he can... much to Grimmjow's annoyance.

Di-Roy — If the little idiot doesn't do something stupid then and there, he's absolutely dumb enough to try to tease Grimmjow about it later. To highly unfortunate results. However, even if Grimmjow makes him suffer for it, he refuses to let his boss live this one down.

Nakeem — He just walks away. As quietly as possible. And hopes Grimmjow didn't notice his presence. That whole situation is one that he'd rather just ignore, especially because of the threat of his boss's wrath. Never brings it up, and tries his best to forget about it entirely.

[turnbackthependulum]

August 25th 🥳 happy birthday Edrad Liones!