#Legato Bluesummer X Reader

[greetingfromthedead]

Royal!AU (x F!Reader)

Kingdom of Aranea, the princess

The kingdom of Aranea is by far not the largest or the most powerful in the land, but it is strong, with substantial riches and a military to be reckoned with. It does not wage war for conquest or power, but only to defend its people and uphold its honor. 

The faith holds a very important role in the ruling of the kingdom. Nobody stands above the gods, and the church makes sure the royal family remembers it too. No other kingdom has such traditions in place. While the gods are respected everywhere, the kingdom of Aranea has gone as far as having the church heads as a part of the royal council.

Only sons can inherit the throne in the kingdom of Aranea, but it is believed to be bad luck if there are no daughters born to the royal family since all the princesses are handed over to the church to become priestesses of the faith, and very rarely are they even married off. 

For a peaceful kingdom, royal blood is spilled often in the name of the gods. The king takes just one wife whose only duty is to produce an heir, but to ensure the birth of a daughter, the ruler often has a number of concubines. Any daughters born are the property of the church; any son of a concubine is put to death.

The current king has three sons with his wife; they were born early on in his rule, but no daughter would grace him. Only very late in his life, a concubine gave birth to a girl, who was almost immediately sent off to the monastery to be raised there. You were never expected to be seen again in the royal court, as such was the fate of the princesses, especially since you were expected to be the only girl born to that generation.

As the years passed, signs of unrest and trouble started to crop up everywhere in Aranea and the neighboring lands. Peasants started to riot, kingdoms went to war, and new blood started to come of age. In that time, the church closed its doors to everyone, turning away the faithful and devoting itself to secrecy even under the pressure of the royals.

A pivotal moment came about 15 years ago when the castle of the neighboring kingdom of Gerania was stormed by rebel forces, backed by some smaller outside territories. The rebels managed to kill the queen and kidnap the eldest child before they were shattered, driving the king to madness that rebirthed the goodwilled country as one of chaos and destruction.

Gerania has been on a path of war for more than a decade now, expanding its kingdom and conquering neighboring territories. They have grown bigger than Aranea, but they are weaker because of the crumbling rule of the crown and having to maintain control over such a vast amount of divided land. But it is only a matter of time until Gerania will become a problem for Aranea.

While the monastery that raised you was isolated from the rest of the world, rumors still managed to reach the ears of those who knew where to look. Soon enough, whispers spread across the kingdom that the king's only daughter is cursed by demons.

Around the time the first signs of unrest started, the nightmares began. Every moonless night, you would be plagued by dreams of fire and destruction. The visions plaguing your dreams would draw screams of horror from you in your sleep, echoing through the halls of the monastery. If you dared to speak of them, a harsh punishment would be inflicted. No matter how much you were made to pray to the gods, nothing changed. Every moonless night, the same images would fill your head. After a while, the priestesses would keep you up all night to keep you from the visions, but with each passing year, the sensation of destruction only got worse. No amount of pleading would change it; the church would at most send a new priest to try and exorcise the demons, but it did nothing.

Recently the church declared to the king that they are not willing to keep a demon spawn among them. Nothing would keep you from spouting vile visions; each moonless night you would be possessed, talking of falling kingdoms and rivers of blood. Nobody told you that the visions are accurate, depicting the newest victims of Gerania's wrath. The king was told that the choice is his: he could choose to show mercy and take you back into the royal family, or you could rot in a cell for the rest of your life. Nobody dared to wish death upon you in case that would release the demons imprisoned within.

In secret, you were returned to the castle and locked away in a wing devoid of anyone else. You were given two ladies-in-waiting, deemed too incompetent and mouthy for anybody more refined. One was a tall and strong woman called Milly, the other a more paranoid and clever one named Meryl. They were both instructed not to talk to you, but they still tried to be friendly. It was you who had been raised to stay silent and not say anything. 

Months passed before you were brought out of your isolation by the king. A huge show was made out of welcoming you back to the royal family. You were dressed in the most expensive dresses and paraded around the palace for days on end. Banquets were held in your honor; everyone smiled and acted happy to have you back again. But you already knew it was a lie.

You were moved to a room closer to the others, and there you could hear the castle staff gossip as they passed by.

"Did you hear that the princess is to be married to the prince of Gerania?"

"Which one? The angel war or his twin?"

"I heard she is cursed! The church threw her out! Is the king just sending her away?"

"Wouldn't it mean war if Gerania found out they were sent such a monstrosity to be married to a prince?"

"I say good riddance! If she is killed there, perhaps she will curse their whole land! And it is better Gerania attacks us now while we can take them on rather than after growing even further and cutting our supplies off! Their king and the first prince are not to be underestimated!"

You found out the truth from the wagging tongues of the servants before another lie was presented to you. One day you were summoned to the throne room, where an envoy from Gerania was waiting. The king made a grand speech where he announced that you, the jewel of the kingdom, would be sent with them to marry the prince of Gerania, solidifying a powerful alliance between the two kingdoms. In the words of the king, you are a rare and exquisite treasure, the only daughter of Aranea, the beloved priestess of the gods; someone in your position has never been gifted to another kingdom.

In just a week your things were packed, and you were on your way. Nobody from Aranea accompanied you except for your two ladies-in-waiting, who seemed to grow increasingly concerned for you. You had nothing to complain about. The life of a royal is better than the life you led in the monastery, even if it all is just a big game of play pretend. All you have to do is be quiet and obey. Be quiet and follow the rules. Be quiet and accept what is given with grace. The punishment for disobedience has always been severe; you doubt it is any better in a kingdom as soaked in blood as Gerania.

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[narrators-journal]

Trigun masterlist: Jeneora

So, thanks to my boyfriend once again dragging me kicking and screaming into a new fandom, and the amount I've written for him, I've decided to just. Go ahead and give Trigun it's own masterlist. So! Take this as a green light for any of you to send in any asks u have!

Date created: 12/24/24

Dated edited: 7/7/25

Key

Fanfiction: x

Scenario: \\\

Headcanons: //

Asks: ^

NSFW: *

OC included: _

🌵 The plant twins (not a ship) 🌵

Regular content

Come play with us, Danny TOC x

💫 The group 💫

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A moment of normal \\\

General swap au headcanons //

🌻 Vash the Stampede 🌻

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Fishy \\\^

Friends help friends \\\^*_

Nsfw headcanons //*

NSFW alphabet //

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The season of snakes and figs \\\*

Have a drink with me \\\

Dark/yandere content

Lustful reflections \\\*

Swap!AU Vash headcanons //

🔪 Millions Knives 🔪

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Bow to your god \\\^*_

Bow to your god (rewrite) \\\^*_

NSFW alphabet //*

Always check behind the curtain \\\*

Blueberries in the desert \\\*

Have a drink with me \\\

Dark/yandere content

Pillory princess \\\*

Swap!AU Knives headcanons //

📝 Meryl Stryfe 📝

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Focus \\\*

Lustful reflections \\\*

Swap!Meryl headcanons //

🔮 Legato Bluesummers 🔮

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Blueberries in the desert \\\*

[beanibon]

Mer!Legato x Reader Headcanons

!!These are NSFW Hcs, so minors and ageless blogs please DNI!!

Prompt: reader rescues a rather prickly mermaid, antisocial and gluttonous. Reader is an astrologist, and spends most of their time outside or swimming in their Saltwater pool. Runs a rehabilitation centre for marine life.

TW: smut, interspecies sex, female anatomy, rough sex, oral (f!receiving), tail riding (think thigh riding but with a tail), exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, choking, belly bulging, breeding kink, breath play, overstimulation, impregnation.

You ran a rehabilitation centre for marine life, rescuing aquatic creatures of all varieties. Yet you had never expected the sight before you, shocked at the tangled mermaid screeching in its restraints.

From there on started a rather long, exhausting journey of recovery for the creature of myth, one you didn't have the facility for. You searched each of your works' tanks, none compatible for holding your delightful guest. So, guess what the head of board ultimately decided: take him home.

And that was how you got stuck with an overly stand-offish mermaid, now overprotective of the small lake pool he deemed his territory. Still tangled in the fishing net, as no one was capable of approaching without clawed nails swiping at them, not even anesthesia worked.

The greatest disappointment was not being able to relax in saltwater pool you had installed, watching from an outdoor bench as Legato glared at you from the water's surface. He was unable to swim properly, the sharp hooks of the fishing net causing too much pain if caught in something; opting to accept the fate of living with the rope rubbing against his scales.

One particular morning marked a great accomplishment for your relationship with the prickly mermaid, rushing out at the sound of panicked screeches. It seemed he had gotten caught on one of the thick forests of water lilies, the hooks of the net digging into his gills, skin and one dangerously against his throat. With lack of better judgement, you rushed to aid the creature, resulting in a nasty injury.

Legato had understandably lashed out, claws slashing your fragile skin as blood beaded against your flesh rapidly. He had expected you to retreat, abandon him in his current predicament; alas you had proven him wrong. You disregarded the bleeding limb, ignoring how he screeched at the hand on his throat. Sharp teeth sunk into your forearm, a scream erupting from yourself as you pulled away, hook in hand as you clutched your bleeding arm.

The vicious mermaid, fangs bared in defense finally felt the relief of the absent hook, chirps of confusion as his hand ran along the vulnerable section of skin. He flashed you a suspicious glare, noticing the hook between your fingers, and the tears from the aftershock of his aggression.

You avoided him for a while, mostly unhappy about the hospital bill you received from your care of the wounds. You kept your distance, space something you thought the mermaid needed. Yet Legato didn't seem all that pleased he wasn't receiving attention, tail slapping the water with quiet disgruntled irritation.

Over the week, the pouting mermaid grew more agitated towards your cold shoulder towards him. It got the point that Legato crawled out of the water, pulling himself towards your relaxed form on a pool lounge. The sight of the mermaid startled you, not at all expecting the creature to exit the water. He had you pinned, towered over your quivering form as he glared down at you.

You expected him to attack you, aware of his overly aggressive behaviour. Except he didn't. Legato pulled his body to the side, demanding chirps directed towards you. It took a while until you understood his agitated chirps, hands gripping the remaining fishing net, slowly untangling it.

The relief was evident in the way Legato sighed, head rested upon his arms as you tugged the net loose, freeing the mermaid entirely. He looked at you through his dried hair, eyes squinted as he let out a drawled noise. Evidently, you had no idea what he was saying, which didn't up end needing clarification as Legato disappeared back into the water.

After that day, Legato had been more willing towards your presence. You even learned he was quite the glutton, screaming as he lunged towards the feeding bucket, the first time he accepted food you'd brought. He'd snatch the food, quite literally inhaling the food, staring at you expectantly like he wanted more. When you denied him, he grew bitter, throwing a silent temper tantrum.

You'd studied astrology for years, and after weeks of housing the distant mermaid you decided to try and figure out his zodiac sign. You concluded he was Scorpio, excitedly explaining this to him. Legato didn't appreciate the tangent, mostly because he didn't understand a word you were saying, swimming off mid-conversation.

You lived pretty distant from anyone, spending most nights outside under the starry sky. And at times that lead to some pretty risky nights of self-indulgence. Sometimes you'd forget about the mermaid's existence, one-night in particular, laying on a cushioned pool lounge as your fingers graced along your clothed cunt. Your bikini bottom was easily moved to the side, fingers gathering your slick before pumping in and out of your pussy.

Eyes watched the scene, Legato letting out prolonged chatter. The sight had him wiggling his hips, the water disturbed at the movement, instantly gaining your attention. As expected, you slapped your legs closed, face bright red as the mermaid pouted at your actions.

He pulled himself out of the water, laid on his stomach and 'innocently' beckoned you over. You shyly approached, skeptical of the creature's intentions as he gripped your waist, webbed hands cold as he clawed off your bikini bottoms. Legato hoisted him up, freakishly long tongue dragging along your wet folds, the taste dancing along his tastebuds. A pleased chirp left him, diving hungrily forward, mouth attacking your pussy with hungry sucks, licks and nibbles. You struggled to stay standing, collapsing a few times onto Legato's unexpected face, he growled at those instances.

It grew more frustrating at your regular falters, his neck starting to ache as your legs buckled once more, hands clawing as his scalp. Legato pulled away, angry hisses sounded as he flopped onto his back, dragging you down on top of his tail. You were aided with grinding your hips along his rough tail, cunt dragging your juices along the slit that housed his inhuman cock, unknown by you.

Your grinding was relentless, chasing your high as your voice sang sweetly as that ball began twisting in your gut, growing at each pull towards him. As your release came crashing over yourself, voice crying out loudly as your orgasm crashed over you. Those slick juices pooled over the slit shielding his cock, a sly smirk tugged at his lips.

A shuddered cry echoed around the pool's edge, your legs quivered violently as his cock slipped snuggly inside those warm walls, filling you until it pressed painfully against your cervix. Legato flipped you over, once again pinning you down on the gravelly mud by the water's edge, only you didn't stay there. You were dragged into the salty water, still impaled on the foreign cock of the mermaid that pulled you deeper into the water.

From your position, you struggled to keep your head above water, spluttering and begging the usually defiant mermaid to hold you up. He didn't, in fact Legato did the exact opposite. Hand gripped your throat, shoving you below the surface, hips thrusting into your cunt at a ruthless pace.

As the suffocation began to cloud your mind, vision and sense, you couldn't help but let loose a few muffled moans, legs wrapped loosely around Legato's waist. Black dots formed within your vision, warm seed filling your orgasming pussy, finally you were pulled above the surface, gasping desperately for air.

Yet Legato wasn't done yet, flashing you a toothy grin as he hoisted you onto the decorative rock in the center of the pool, starting the second round of cruel sex. Round after round, each resulting in another shot of cum fucked into your loosened cunt, your stomach practically bulged at the overload of semen leaking out of you.

Your body shivered, the cold of night catching up to your exposed body, skin pruning at being half submerged. The sun had crept along the horizon, Legato became aware of your tear-stained face, dark circles under your eyes at being kept up all night. It was a rather amusing sight, one that had Legato chirp in pleasure, tongue dragged along your face as if tasting your tears brought him immeasurable joy. He'd certainly take pleasure in ruining you again, reminding you of your place in his narrative.

One faithful morning, a week after the incident with the unaffected mermaid, you were sipping your coffee, checking your daily horoscopes. Today's one confused you, brows furrowed as you huffed out in annoyance, it sounded like some cheap fortune cookie prediction. "Something unexpected is to happen, whether you take joy in the announcement or not."

Turns out, you were pregnant. And you were not at all thrilled by that discovery, you weren't overly fond of children and having your own was an option you weren't ready for. You told the news to the indifferent mermaid, who seemed to prefer blowing bubbles rather than listening. Seemed as if Legato didn't prefer children either, the news coming as more of hindrance than excitement, guess using you as his own personal toy was going to be more frustrating if this kept happening.

Despite that, Legato did have a form of reserved affection towards you, now choosing to lounge close by your side. At times he'd call for you, on those odd occasions he'd want affection, yet he never truly acknowledged the bump growing over the months. He wanted you, not some grubby child that may need to share his lake pool, it was his territory!

Either way, Legato refused any attempt at his release back into the ocean, even hospitalizing a worker at they tried drugging him. So now you were stuck with him, not that you truly minded, it was nice relaxing in silence with the brooding mermaid. A mermaid that despite your pregnant belly would still fuck you until you were a drooling, incoherent mess. His personal damsel in his cruel story of self-preservation.

A/N: Hiya everyone! Hope you enjoyed this new iteration on my Mermaid Headcanons, and my newest simpage on emo boy Legato. Again, feel free to give me any constructive criticism on his character, this is the first published work on him and I'm open to any feedback!

Also I got the idea he was Scorpio from a personality analysis on Legato's character, it's really in-depth and I'll link it here for anyone interested in giving it a read.

Enjoy and have have a lovely day/night!

[bluewindsbell]

Embrace

Rating: Teen

Tags: Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Comforting Legato through his nightmares

I was feeling really sappy one night and just wanted to hold Legato in my arms, so I popped this out.

Often, when you woke at midnight, your brain still pulling itself from unremembered dreams, the other side of the bed would be empty. Legato was a restless man, and this was something you didn't have much trouble accepting. You'd hug your pillow a bit tighter, feeling the blankets grow colder as Legato busied himself with a book underneath the dim lamplight. You'd asked him why he did so before, and he'd waved it off each time. Yet another part of his life he didn't feel ready to share; something else you accepted quickly. You felt the mattress dip from his weight, feeling his warmth as he pressed against you and buried his face in your shoulder. His movements felt tense and restrained as his arms carefully wrapped around your waist. You don't say a word. You turn to face him and see the emptiness in his eyes, as though he were trying to detach his mind from the world and retreat into himself. You slowly move your hand to touch his face, softly running your thumb over his cheek. He closes his eyes and sighs softly, leaning into your touch before his breath begins to slow, sleep taking him once again.

More nights go on like this; Legato abandoning you in the bed before returning to embrace you, holding you closer than when he first went to bed that night. Trying again at a sound sleep, trying to see if holding you tighter will keep his demons at bay. You stave off sleep just to try and make sure that his dreams are unremarkable, holding him in your arms and praying that he could shake off the weight of his past for just one night. You knew only vague details of his past, but even those were enough to fill you with guilt and a simmering rage. When his breathing picks up again, pained whimpers falling from his lips as his eyes flutter wildly beneath his eyelids, you tighten your grasp on him. You whisper in his ear, softly coaxing him from the nightmare and back to you, wanting so badly in your soul to reach into him and take all his pain away.

He wakes with a gasp, eyes opening wide as he pulls away from you to sit up with his face in his hands. His entire body shudders with each breath he takes, and you sit up to gently place your hand on his shoulder, fingers rubbing circles into his skin to try and ground him.

"It's okay, it's okay, Legato." You say, moving to wrap your hand around his and ease it from his face. He stares into your eyes, his shaking beginning to cease. You speak again, intertwining your fingers with his. "It's okay, you're safe. I promise you're safe."

He looks at you for a moment before his eyes fall to the blankets. Tears begin forming at the corners of his face, and he's desperate to keep his voice steady.

"I'm sorry."

He sinks back down into the bed, body still and staring at the ceiling. You move to him again, looking to him for his permission to wrap yourself in him. He nods, and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, arm wrapping around his torso. "It's alright."

The two of you remain focused on the feeling of each others closeness, breathing in tune and skin embracing the others warmth. When you finally fall asleep, you feel his body relax along with yours, calm in the safety of one another.

[galactiquest]

I want more Legato x reader soooo can I have headcanons of him and reader having a kid? It’s based on this: https://www.tumblr.com/mediocreanomaly/722565867660034048/baby-fever-with-trigun-boys

Hi there!! I'd LOVE to do a Legato x Reader for you, I especially have a soft spot for kids so I'm excited to do this one.

I'm focusing more on Maximum Legato, since we only catch a glimpse of him in Stampede and don't really get the full story of him in 98, and let's be frank: if you're a fan of Legato it's probably because you read Maximum. Probably.

Legato Bluesummers x Reader: Raising a Kid Together

Content Warnings: General allusions to Legato's past. If you've read the manga, you know what I'm talking about--but nothing in-depth, more there as an explanation of his overall feelings. Also, implies some sort of "good ending" where people survive. I just like things to be happy...

Let's get one thing crystal clear: Legato isn't super open to the idea of kids--at first. Much like MediocreAnomaly's "baby fever" headcanon list, Legato's had a hard enough time as it is, and didn't get a childhood himself. Trying to raise a kid when you have no idea how it's supposed to be like? No way. No how.

But if it's you... Well, maybe for you, he could change? I mean, if you've gotten far enough in a relationship that you could even bring up the concept of children... I think he could at least hear you out.

Regardless of how a child for the two of you comes into the world, it's going to be a bit rocky at first.

If it's a natural-born child, he'd definitely be fretting over you over the whole course of it... Reading every book he can to possibly prepare for the day and making sure you're always well cared for.

If you're instead planning for adoption, he's still reading up on everything he needs to know for the age range of the child. Double- and triple-checking paperwork and documents.

Speaking of reading up--you'd probably catch him at least once or twice falling asleep in a chair while trying to read through a book on childcare. Cover him up with a blanket, put the book on the side table, plant a little kiss on his head and assure him that he's going to be a great dad.

He's a worrier at his core, but he tries not to let this weakness show, especially around you, his partner. He's afraid that his worrying will make you worry, because if someone as intimidating and cold as Legato Bluesummers can get worried, then there's no telling what it'd do to you!

With a newborn child, he's afraid to even hold them at first. It takes a lot of convincing. But once you do break through that fear of his, he's completely taken by this little life that's now in your hands to take care of. A little glimmer of hope, that even though he didn't have the best start, this child can. He can be the change he wants to see.

A similar situation would happen with an adopted child, where depending on the age, he'd be a little cagey about spending time with them and taking care of them--he'll be watching you for guidance, seeing the way you take care of your child, mentally writing it down.

Once he gets into the swing of things, he's being the best parent he can possibly be. Not only supporting you as his partner, but also supporting your child and all three of you as a collective family unit. He'd lay down his life for you, and now that same sentiment has been spread to your child.

Though it's taken a long time for the world around you to become (slightly) more peaceful, you both want your kid to be raised in a safe, loving, and peaceful environment, without having to worry about warfare or violence.

He's actually very good at house-chores. Like a little house husband (who would have guessed from his appearance?). It must be something with how the tasks are repetitive and orderly--this gets cleaned, that goes there, etc. etc.

Also cue many cute moments of your child growing and trying to put on Legato's boots or pauldrons. You both hope they'll never have to wear anything like that to intimidate enemies, and maybe just enjoy it for the style (and for reminding them of their dad Legato!).

Speaking of their dad Legato: he didn't feel right being called by a title like dad or father, so he prefers to introduce himself to the child as Legato. It sounds a little strange at first with you trying to encourage the child to say your title of mommy/daddy/insert a preferred title here (if they're at the age when they're just learning words) and Legato just goes with his name, but you might get some babble back like Leggie or Gago. You find this funny. Legato doesn't.

Hey, how about extended family? I think the Gung-Ho Guns would be itching to visit--well, some of them, at least. Elendira, for example, wants to dote on the new child like an auntie. Legato has a variable amount of patience for this, ranging from "leave" to "leave right now". It's up to you, ultimately, to decide who gets to come see the child and who doesn't.

Knives silently approves of the child from the shadows, but might still mutter something about weak little human babies can't even walk or protect themselves. It's up to you, ultimately, to decide how hard Legato slaps him for that.

It's late at night when you come into the living room and see something you'd never thought you'd see. It's Legato and your child, sitting together on one of the chairs, kid in his lap, book propped up in his hands--and they're both fast asleep, just like Legato had done before when he was fretting over all this.

The two are too cute--you can't help but smile as you bring a blanket out and tuck it over the two of them, putting the book on the side table and giving both your child and Legato a kiss.

He really did end up as a great dad.

End Notes: I really hope you enjoyed this! I don't normally write for Legato like this so this was really my first time. I honestly see Legato as a kid of my own, so this was sort of like writing for a grandchild lol. I think Legato could be a good dad, he's got all the potential in his heart when he has you by his side.

Also, please let me know if the formatting for this looks OK! I wanted breaks after each bullet point for better readability.

[katie5000]

Hi, I wrote something again.

The following blurb is based on/builds off of the story I wrote here, if anyone's looking for context. It's a x reader, and the reader is female.

Uhh...content warnings? There's alcohol, but that's about it.

It's a bit rough, but mostly it's alright.

(Y/N) was laying on a bed and staring idly at the ceiling of the room she now found herself in. She had been escorted up to the room as soon as she’d arrived and had been there ever since. The bed she was on was generously-sized - if (Y/N) were to guess, she’d say it was at least a queen. There were two sets of pillows in soft cotton cases stacked on either side, and she’d set one of these up so that she could recline. Her veil lay next to her, and she had one arm tucked behind her head. What a day, she thought. The coach ride out here had been silent and somewhat awkward - she really couldn’t say she’d been much in the mood for talking after being forced to get married. It was the other man, the one-time chaplain (and, it turned out, band leader), who had escorted (Y/N) to her room, for Legato had disappeared off to another part of the large house as soon as they’d all gotten in the front doors. It was just as well, as she really didn’t want to see much of him at that point.

Across from the bed and next to the bedroom door was a bureau whose back piece contained a mirror. To the right of the bed was a decently-sized wardrobe, and to the left of the bed was a sitting area that contained a round table with chairs on either side. On the table was a bottle of whiskey and two short glasses. The furniture all appeared to be made of the same material - a dark kind of wood - and carved in a similar style. Among other things, it made (Y/N) wonder just how wealthy the man she married actually was.

Presently, the handle to the room’s wooden door turned, causing (Y/N) to sit up and pay attention. The door opened and in walked Legato, deftly balancing a silver tray piled with cold cuts, cheese, and bread. “Midvalley thought that I should bring this up,” he explained, sounding slightly chastened, as he set the tray on the table between the chairs. (That had been an interesting conversation.) “Well, that’s good,” (Y/N) replied with a touch of sarcasm as she watched him close the door and take a seat. As much as she was currently irritated by his presence, she had actually been getting kind of hungry and was wondering what she was going to do about it. At least it was something. “Come,” said Legato. “Have something to eat.” 

(Y/N) scooched off of the bed and took a seat in the other chair. Her irritation was momentarily forgotten as she began to nibble at the meats, cheeses, and pieces of bread on the tray. The soft clinking of glass drew her attention, and she watched as Legato poured some whiskey from the bottle into the two glasses. It was not what she preferred, but it was what was available. She took her glass and examined the contents before taking a gulp.

Almost immediately, (Y/N)’s throat muscles spasmed. She wasn’t used to drinking anything this hard and wasn’t expecting it to burn quite so much when it hit her throat. She doubled over, coughing hard as her eyes watered. Legato set his own glass down and sat forward slightly, watching her. “It’s probably best to sip that,” he suggested in a gentler tone. 

“Noted,” she rasped out as she struggled to catch her breath. Eventually, her coughing fit began to subside. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself before sitting back up and wiping the tears from her eyes. Legato handed her a cloth napkin, with which she dabbed at her eyes and wiped her fingers. When she felt ready again, (Y/N) raised her glass and took only a sip this time. Although the liquid still burned going down her throat, it did not trigger another coughing fit. She continued to sip at the contents of the glass, noticing that they were beginning to make her feel a little warm and fuzzy.

(Y/N) and Legato continued to nibble at the contents of the tray in silence until they were gone. Legato sat back in his chair, the glass of whiskey having relaxed him. (Y/N) felt flushed from her glass of whiskey, and her head was swimming a bit. She sat back in her chair and sighed. After a few minutes, Legato rose from his chair and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling something out. “I have something for you, (Y/N),” he said. Curiosity piqued, (Y/N) rose from her chair to stand in front of him. She swayed ever so slightly, though Legato hadn’t seemed to notice. “Turn around,” he said. She eyed him a bit warily, but did as she was told. With a smooth motion, he reached over her shoulders and brought something up to her neck. (Y/N) felt nimble fingers moving to tie ribbon into place - it would seem Legato had gifted her with a small choker. She reached up to touch it, feeling the smoothness of the silk ribbon and tracing the shape of the little letter charm that dangled from it. Wanting to get a better look, (Y/N) turned and went to the bureau with its large mirror. Around her neck now sat a cobalt blue ribbon from which dangled a golden letter “B”. She reached up and touched it again, brow furrowing slightly.

It was then that she became aware of Legato’s reflection in the mirror, standing just behind her and watching her face as realization dawned on her. “I’m not as cruel a man as you might think,” he said.

[dangopango00]

When You’re Upset HCS

Legato x gn reader

A/N: Yes i am so upset shhhh but it gave me sm inspo ok enjoy can u tell im obsessed with him idk i think its pretty subtle.

CW: I put a lil comedic remarks bc i stopped being upset halfway through (distractions make me feel better)

(Breaking it down into three parts: Does he know [sorry it was funny], what does he do, when ur back to normal)

Does he know?

- IMMEDIATELY. I mean if its just a minor annoyance and nothing serious then it would be hard for him to catch on bc hes not very attuned to others feelings nor is he used to noticing subtle changes

- He does try his best to be attuned to ur feelings though and if ur seriously upset then hed definitely notice

- What tips him off most is ur attitude

- Whether ur an introvert extrovert ambivert whateverrrrs you always have this kind of positivity about you (which is necessary to be around him healthily)

- However, ofc, this quality is lost when ur upset

- Youre around him and or talking to him much less and keeping to yourself more even if u arent upset with him specifically which hed immediately notice (hes a little clingy when it comes to spending time with you. That shit gets serious for him 🤞🤞)

What does he do?

- I think it depends on what you do tbh Id say hes pretty reactive

- If you were to rant to him abt whatever is upsetting you (even if its him) he’d just sit and listen

- He doesnt really know what to do so the best he can do is lend an ear and will only really chime in if he thought of a solution for the issue or to apologize if u told him he did sth wrong and he has no dispute abt it

- Might add in a few “Mmm”s or “Ah”s just so u know hes listening but dont be surprised when most of the time he just sits silently and stares right at u, ofc hes listening

- If you seem to get really upset during ur rant (like panic attack or super angry) hed do something simple to make you feel better like awkwardly patting ur head/back and tell you to stop. Talking (hes doing his best ok he just means to say take a break from ur rant and calm down a bit)

- Will also get u water or generally a drink during the above situation

- If you were to hide that you’re upset and try to be normal I think it would puzzle him as to why you’re acting like this when he can clearly tell you’re upset

- He’d first observe u for a while and wonder if maybe its a small matter so/or you didn’t want to get him involved

- Even if it IS small hed still be worried during the time you’re upset so hed just do subtle things for you to make your days smoother and avoid stressing you out further like getting food for you or running errands for you (does this anytime you’re upset no matter the circumstance but it increases like 10x in this specific scenario)

- If your condition doesn’t improve or if it suddenly improves without warning he’ll do his best to convey to you that u can rant if u need to

- “What is troubling you” or “What is your problem” something short like that is the best he can do for now but you can hear how worried he is in his slightly wavering voice as his curious gaze scans over you

- If you were to just shut down; go catatonic he would be worried most in this scenario because of the stark contrast in your usual personality

- Like the last scenario, hed observe u first but hed act quicker with this

- Hed almost immediately ask whats troubling you like millions thoughts are running through his mind:

What if someone had threatened you?

What if he did something and didn’t even notice it?

What if someone was already hurting you?

What if you hate him?

What if—

- Considering you were already catatonic you likely don’t tell him what’s upset you so much which he takes as a sign to stick by your side even closer so he can observe the situation himself

- Hed sit next to you while you lie motionless, rest his hand on your head and if you aren’t opposed he’d mess with your hair and massage your scalp a bit

- If he knows you’re touch averse like him he wouldn’t even get the idea to do this and would instead just sit beside you, hoping you answer his previous question

- If you aren’t, he gets this idea BECAUSE you seem to like touch and this is what he can offer without being overwhelmed or anything (idk how to explain it but like he often thinks about how you deserve someone who can fulfill your needs and in his mind touch is one of those but its just something he cant do currently and its a bit of a sore spot)

- General

- No matter what the scenario he is asking WHO upset you; he just wants to talk to them 😊 #loveandpee

- Will alwayssss engage in acts of service hoping it makes you feel even a little better. Hes peeling the orange just gws, please.

- Spends as much time as he can by your side; hes very worried and really wants to know whats up but he doesnt want to prod so much that it makes u clam up even more

- Overthinks wnv ur upset even if outwardly he hardly says or expresses anything at all

- Acts like ur personal spokesman guard dog butler bf when ur upset even if hes none of those (will speak for you and defend you if ur upset and someones trying to pick at u)

When you’re back to normal?

- Hes so normal (lie) Hed be so happy 😭😭

- All this time hes been worried sick about why you were upset and if it was so bad that youd been upset more than a day? Whewww he was sooo worried you might never go back to how you were because what if it was something that completely changed your worldview?

- If you didnt ever go back to normal then itd be like seeing the last of a campfire burn out on a cold unforgiving night. It would be such a shame bc ur positivity has been keeping him a bit more positive and just. You get him through the day although he never really noticed it himself— that is until you were the one who was upset and pessimistic

- Hes so sweetie pie he follows u around like a lost dog; its as if hes clinging to sunshine after dealing with the harsh winds of winter. He just needs to make sure that you’re completely okay and wants to soak up some of ur usual energy for himself in the meantime

- All this is going on in his head but lol outwardly hes just smirking and being weird again (affectionate)

A/N: it was extremely hard not to name the sections

Does he know?

What the Legato Doin?

WE ARE SO BACK

whew i have an atmosphere to keep

Edit: proofread and edited 😙✌️

[abject-indulgence]

transmasc/transman legato relationship hcs with someone who is also transmasc/a transman? sfw and nsfw if that’s okay :))))

Gladly.

I approached this set of thoughts specifically with TriStamp Legato in mind. Given, however, that he's had approximately five minutes of screen time so far, these impressions may change in the future as we learn more about this particular iteration of the character. For now, I hope these will suffice.

'YOLO', as the youth say.

CW: NSFW HCs (below the yellow 'adult content' divider), gender-affirming medical care, emotionally unhealthy dynamics, dubcon fantasy (implied), dominant/submissive dynamics, degradation/humiliation kink elements, use of toys

🍷 'Relationship' is likely a generous word for the dynamic at play. Legato is more apt to call it simply an 'arrangement' when left to his own devices, if indeed he calls it anything at all. You're playmates, as far as he's concerned -- but only at the appropriate times and in the appropriate places. He's not an 'attachments' kind of man, after all; as he's so very fond of reminding you.

🍷 (And that's an important thing to keep in mind, really -- the aversion he has to personal attachment. In truth, whether or not he's as incapable of understanding such things as he claims -- [he's not] -- isn't the issue. What is the issue though is the fact that his devotion to Millions Knives will eclipse all other things in his life so long as Millions Knives exists for him to fixate upon in the first place. Legato is nothing if not a loyal man; and Knives had his loyalty long before you came into the picture. There's very little you can say about this that he hasn't heard before.

What I'm saying is: you will never 'fix' Legato with patience or love alone. So -- what will you do?)

🍷 Legato favors a cultivated, sleek variety of masculinity in himself -- (less the brutalizing crush of a hammer, more the clever precision of a garrote) -- and thus takes a certain amount of satisfaction in his sighthound-like figure. There's a slinky, understated 'not altogether one, not altogether the other' quality in his looks that he's come to like, straddling an amorphous border between 'masculine' and 'feminine' in a way that's his to control and channel as he sees fit.

🍷 (Likewise, he favors a masculine presentation in prospective partners as well. He has something of a private little liking for people with a more physically imposing build than he himself possesses.)

🍷 Legato looks well on competence. He doesn't care for 'cute', and he doesn't care for 'naïve'; seeing excess softness in others as a childish flaw best either rectified, or toyed with for his own amusement. If he sees you as too gentle or too readily distracted from the bigger picture by your own emotional whims, then he's in no way above winding you up, manipulating you, or engineering situations designed to strain your commitment to your principles. He sees it as a favor, really -- even if you aren't inclined to agree just yet.

🍷 Legato has had top surgery -- (less as a specifically, strictly, consciously gender-affirming matter and more as a 'breasts, even small ones, are annoying and throw off my silhouette in a way I find visually irksome, and I would like to simply not deal with them anymore' matter) -- and opts for ongoing hormone replacement. He has no interest whatsoever in bottom surgery.

🍷 Legato typically takes a more domineering sexual role, somewhat stone-adjacent, due to a combination of personal factors, including [a] being particular about how people interact with various parts of his body and when, thus preferring to orchestrate the experience himself [b] relishing the sense of power over others in their most unguarded moments, and [c] an intense, general mistrust toward others which makes him wildly unwilling to be vulnerable in the ways that matter.

🍷 (This does not mean, however, that he doesn't privately fantasize at times about being taken, completely, by someone or something he couldn't say no to even if he wanted to. It's not so unusual, after all, for the very people who luxuriate in control to be fascinated too by the notion of having that control stripped away.)

🍷 He strongly prefers clitoral and external stimulation over vaginal penetration, to the point that it's typically best to assume that he doesn't want anything inside him unless he specifically invites it.

🍷 He also doesn't generally have much fondness for receiving oral. It's invasive, the combination of slimy, squirming tongue and panting breath is viscerally discomfiting if he isn't primed to tolerate it, and, quite frankly, most people are just not particularly good at it in the first place.

What he does like, however, is standing over you and letting you have a taste of him, passively permissive as your mouth urges against his cunt in needy, sloppy little pulls. If he doesn't feel like you quite deserve that at the moment though, he's prone to simply dipping a couple fingers inside himself for you to suck clean. Or gag on, for that matter.

🍷 Legato hates having his face stared at during sex. While many people find prolonged eye contact immensely intimate in erotic encounters, Legato finds it wildly irritating. At the best of times, he's apt to respond by self-suppressing, shifting in a way that breaks the line of sight, using the veil of his own hair as a barrier, and so on. At the worst of times, he's likely to snap something to the effect of a nettled, "Do you mind?" or, if his mood is soured enough, put a stop to things entirely and simply redress, radiating icy displeasure.

🍷 Legato finds strap-ons aesthetically inelegant, offputting, and, with few exceptions, absolutely ridiculous. He has no interest in using one on you. He might let you use one on him if he's feeling especially agreeable, but you'd best believe he's going to cock-shame your toy mercilessly all the same. You'd best also believe that he's going to pin you under him and spend as much leisure time as he wants figuring out just how to grind himself down onto it in a way that's utter torment on your cunt.

🍷 It's a bit of a game to him to see just how much of his hand he can fit inside you over time. Can you take all four fingers, do you think? How about his knuckles too?

[inkksuna]

bro i'm scruffing tristamp legato and putting him in therapy he fucking NEEDS it- (I finally watched the sand steamer episode)

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[goldenteaset]

NSFW

Thanks to this post I can't stop thinking about how much Trimax!Legato's Iron Maiden looks like, to quote OP, "a sex/stress/stim toy". And since Iron Maidens are supposed to have people inside, and there's a suspicious hole in the center...hmm.

Legato x Fem!OCs (can be self-inserts if you wish) headcanons under the cut! They're a fair bit different than my usual style, the roughness especially, but that's not a bad thing? It fits this Legato, at least.

Tags: Captivity/confinement, dubcon, body control, fondling, oral sex, rough PIV sex, mindbreak

There were no women in the fortress Legato was kept in, so his tastes are wide-roaming. He's fascinated by relatively-innocent women though.

Usually they're delivered by his servants or he seeks them out himself.

Getting women into the Iron Maiden is a matter of using his threads, but he particularly likes it if they're charmed by his looks already to do whatever he asks.

"You are a pretty one...for a human. Here, I'll 'help' you in. You'll be quite comfortable--I need you that way."

The Iron Maiden is Lost Technology corrupted to Legato's needs.

The "breasts" in particular can synchronize with the victim's, so he can fondle them from the outside while they squirm in delicious confusion and arousal inside

Speaking of the inside, it's self-cleaning and surprisingly comfortable despite the shackles at the hands and feet. About the comfort level of a velvet-lined coffin, perhaps?

The victim can see and hear Legato through a "visor" of sorts over her eyes and binaural headphones. (This is usually why they agree to enter in the first place, they can still see him)

There's always a vibrator or "suction device" between the victims legs at the lowest setting.

"...For the time being, that is."

He usually enjoys teasing her first: whispering in her ear through the headphones, fondling her, tweaking her brain so that her arousal steadily grows, and she begins to beg...

As time passes and he explores his tastes, he finds he enjoys having the victim's sex stick out of the Maiden's small opening, for him to taste and fondle as he wishes. It's a meal he's rarely enjoyed, after all, and he loves seeing and feeling her delicate flesh pulse helplessly before climax.

And it's amusing, too, to hear her think she's done with him.

Several more rounds of feasting follow, slower each time. Heedless of the pleas.

Sometimes he has little patience for such niceties. In times such as those, he simply tweaks her brain as before but faster, heedless of the free-floating surreality it may cause.

Regardless of his methods, at some point he'll "relent" and the Iron Maiden will slide the woman into position to take him, with her entrance in front of the small opening in the center.

Regardless of what option he chooses, the sex toy will increase in speed to better "incentivize" her.

That is the last bit of kindness she'll receive from him.

The Iron Maiden shudders violently with each thrust, no matter how slow. It serves as a buffer between him and all his weight, pressing in deeper. Deeper. All without reserve or remorse.

It's more than a little worrying when he comes, too, heavy and far more than a human should.

She thinks he's done, he has to be. She's lost count of how many times she's shuddered with pleasure thanks to his compelling her mind and body to do so.

He isn't done.

Not in an hour, nor two, nor three.

By the time he is finished...there's usually not much of her old self left. And she's happier than he'd have preferred, giggling in a sex-induced haze through the headphones at him.

It's troubling, but perhaps a better outcome than he expected.

[greetingfromthedead]

Royal!AU (x F!Reader)

Kingdom of Gerania, the princes

The kingdom of Gerania has always been rich but never too big, relying on politics and diplomacy to maintain its prosperity. A strong presence, but nothing to be feared. The royal family seemed distant to the farmers; they never took too much interest in the goings-on of the regular people. In the surrounding lands, unrests started to arise. Conflicts between the local lords and the people, natural disasters destroying crops with no help from the crown. Famines and paranoia started to feed into people's fears until a plot was set into motion.

About 15 years ago, a rebellion was finally sparked. The people made it all the way to the castle, storming it by force, killing the queen, and kidnapping the princess before being shattered by the military. Nothing was the same after that. The peaceful king turned out to be a lot less docile than everyone had originally thought. His mind spiraled into madness, and within a few years he had a military presence never seen before in the area with new weapons and tactics. He showed no mercy to anyone who had backed the rebellion, slaughtering nobles and conquering lands with brutality.

In addition to the kidnapped daughter Tesla, the king has twin sons. Both the princes were relatively young when the rebellion happened, but it left its scars on them regardless, and their whole lives they have lived in that dark shadow. It has molded them into who they are now, but both walked away with different views and beliefs.

The older twin followed his father's lead, putting his relentless training to use and fighting by the king's side in the wars. He was just a teenager when his brutality and skillful fighting earned him the nickname Millions Knives, because he was so quick with a blade, it was hard to believe there weren't millions of them all around him. The first prince of Gerania was a bright star, becoming a respected commander, and soon the whole land bowed to his power and feared his wrath, calling him an angel of war.

The younger twin was also trained in the art of combat, and he became very skilled, especially with new technologies that were invented under the king's orders, but he kept away from the warring ways of his father and brother. He only went out to suppress unrest and to clean up the aftermath of the conquests. He always did his best to avoid violence, instead choosing to guide the people with a gentle hand and picking kindness over force. He earned his own nicknames during his time. The Humanoid Typhoon, since he always came in like a storm, there seemed to be enough of him to be everywhere at once, and most of the time he broke down any barriers or obstacles in his path with sheer willpower and determination. Not everyone saw his good intentions; oftentimes there was resistance, but in the end he did what he thought would be best, so often he was also called The Stampede. Still, he came to be known as a kind and loving prince who always put his people's needs above his own.

For over a decade, war has been all Gerania has known. The king himself doesn't participate in conquest anymore; he has shut himself in the war rooms, leaving the actual battles to his eldest son. He doesn't rule anymore either, leaving the everyday goings-on to the second prince, who mingles among the people, and his sister Rem, who has become a mother figure in the twins' lives.

Everyone has grown tired of the constant conflict, but peace is nowhere in sight. The tension in the kingdom continues to rise with each passing day. The war effort drains the kingdom's resources, leaving its people hungry and exhausted. The area has become too vast; it is hard to keep order in the far corners, and even the king's inner circle is plotting how to put an end to this.

Most advisors are all from the peaceful era; they supported the war effort at first to show the world that such disrespect will not be tolerated and in hopes of finding the lost princess, but things have gone too far now. The violence must end, but how? The king has been deemed insane and is no longer fit to rule, but the public can't know that. The first prince has shown himself as a fearsome warmonger; he will only continue this bloodshed. The only hope now lies with the second prince, known for his gentle and peaceful nature. So in the shadows and in the secret backrooms of the castle, the remaining nobles and advisors are scheming ways to put the second prince on the throne.

Gerania borders another large kingdom, Aranea, that has remained untouched by the war since it is still more powerful than Gerania. It is in the best interest of everybody to strengthen the diplomatic ties between the two kingdoms, so it was decided that their princess will be married to the future king of Gerania. Getting the possibility of marrying a princess from that kingdom is rare since all the king's daughters are always sent to become priestesses of the gods. So everyone jumped at the offer that the only daughter of Aranea, a priestess, will become the future queen, hopefully putting an end to the war and setting the people at ease in her holy light.

Things remain complicated with the questionable succession, the growing unrest among the people, and the arrival of the princess, who isn't quite what the advisors expected. Not to mention the inner turmoils and problems going on in the heart of those involved.

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[rush-the-stars]

Your bluesummers x reader x wolfwood one shot was sooooo good!!! Literally on the brain 24/7 bc it was superb! Loved the balance between the sweetness of the moment between Wolfwood and the reader in comparison to the intrusiveness of legato. The mood of the whole thing was unsettlingly delish! I look forward to any future Trigun stuff you write and I can’t wait to dig into your recent suguru fic!!

ANON THANK YOUUUUUU!

that was exactly what inspired this like the idea that wolfwood and the reader genuinely love each other and it’s so grossly loving and intimate and legato is infringing on not just sex between them but their love and the intimacies of their relationship…..and for legato, who doesn’t believe in emotions like that……i think it’s…..JUICY.

but thank you again!!! i def will post more trigun bc it has me i a CHOKEHOLD rn. i am working on a very big nai fic….ill probs post to my main blog for that one!!

but thank you again!! i hope you enjoy suguru fic!!

[beanibon]

~ Christmas and New Years Special ~

Summary: Knives doesn't quite understand the concept of Christmas, but still wanted to reward his best employee with a truly tempting present.

TW: Smut, dubcon, suffocation, face riding, spanking, bondage, dominant reader, reader with female anatomy, sex toys, boob job, lactation kink, overstimulation, breeding kink, stomach bulge, creampie, marking

After all these years, Knives still hadn't grasped the concept of what Christmas truly was about. Rem had made an annoying habit of celebrating the holiday on board Ship 5, still it had confused the Plant even then, unable to understand why humans celebrated such a useless holiday.

The keys to his piano halted their melody, Knives brows furrowed in agitation, lips jutted out in a pout. Why was he so stuck on a holiday that he never participated in for years?

Simple answer: his number one employee, you.

You had showed your utter devotion to his cause, caring for his sisters beyond even his care. That prickly Independent trusted you with keeping his sisters safe in his absence.

There had to be something he could present to you, a 'thank you' if you will.

"Lord Knives, Pardon my interruption but you're required- . . . My Lord? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Christmas had been a rather special holiday for you and your family, participating in many traditions you've created over the years with each other. Of course, that had changed since they passed, leaving you to remain alone for the once special holiday. Busying yourself with work, or a constant flow of alcohol.

So anyone could imagine your shock of what greeted you upon entering your quarters, mouth agape at the sight of Knives proudly standing before a poorly decorated tree.

"Master Knives? Why are you- better question, what are you doing?" You seemed sceptical, unsure of what exactly was happening.

Knives turned to you, a devilish grin stretched across his lips. "Just applying the finishing touches to your present, I do hope you enjoy it."

"Please sir, never smile like that again." You deadpanned, shuddering at such an evil smile. Smiles just didn't seem to suit that usual grouchy face, it was practically taboo to witness such an expression.

He paid no mind to such a rude comment, instead stalking towards you, still shielding you from the present he seemed so smitten of. Circling around you, like a predator to prey.

"You've devoted yourself so wonderfully to my cause, since humans like to celebrate around this time of year, I thought what a perfect opportunity to gift you with someone unforgettable," Knives slowly pulled you closer, hands childishly concealing your eyes. You could've sworn you heard something, movement or even . . . a whimper? "So please, enjoy to your hearts content, my number one employee."

Only then did he reveal the contents under the tree, your mouth dropping instantly at the sight, face burning red. Legato was displayed in a neatly wrapped ribbon, joints tied together so he wouldn't move, a ball gag shoved in his mouth. Completely naked. The ribbon ended in a neatly tied bow at the tip of his dribbling cock, said bow holding a vibrator against his tip.

Two hands eased their way over your shoulders, snapping you from the temptation before you. Knives look well achieved with his gift, head cocked to the side as if waiting for your words of appreciation. Except you had none, too shocked to even form a proper sentence, mouth opening and closing as you tried to make heads and tails of what was going on.

"Don't break him too much, I still need him unfortunately." Knived sighed, deciding he'd now take his leave.

You were now alone, the only sound was the steady vibrations of the toy stimulating Legato's cock, and the occasional pleading whimper. It was kind of satisfying seeing a man once poised with pride, constantly hassling you for doing your assigned job, in a stupefied position. Perhaps you could enjoy this.

Legato could hardly breathe, face pressed firmly against your wet cunt, noises muffled around the gag shoved between his teeth. Every movement resulted in his cock twitching, longing for some kind of sweet release. It was never granted. You much preferred to watch Legato suffer, squirm beneath you as you grinded needily against his face, pinning him on the floor beneath the Christmas tree.

The noises you made went straight to his core, legs kicking as you shoved your clit against his nose. Your fingers found themselves embedded in that unique blue hair, tugging Legato against your cunt more your climax neared.

Toes curling, your juices drenched Legato, leaving him to gasp for much needed air once you moved to rest against his stomach. Vision clouded, he looked drearily at you, those golden eyes studying your hunched form.

"Not... done..." You panted, offering a blissed out grin to Knives right hand lacky. "Lord Knives said I can have all the fun I want, and don't think I've forgotten about all those times you screwed me over. Yeah, thought I'd forget? Tough shit."

The sounds coming from your quarters were beyond lewd, a steady chant of painful cries and the rhythmic slaps of a whip against bare skin. Red litter Legato's pale skin, ass in the air while you teased his balls with leather whip. Each dangerous touch had him shiver, cock pleading to be touched, anything to stop his painful erection.

An inward groan, pain and pleasure swirling around the pit of his gut. Legato wanted more than your persistent teasing's, yet he knew you wouldn't give in so easily. Not when he mistakenly made your life much harder than it needed to be.

"Bluesummers? Is something the matter?" Your teasing voice asked, the whip pressed forcefully against the tip of his cock.

No words were able to be formed, Legato, now free from his restraints, muffled any noise with your decorative pillows. His master had already made a fool of him, he couldn't allow for his own noises to continuously betray him.

"Pity, you had been making such pretty noises. Must I continue to whip you?"

Legato jolted, eyes wide as he frantically shook his head. A cry of pain erupted from his drool coated lips, you having denied his silent request. The whip made harsh contact with his balls, legs now pressed firmly together as they throbbed in agony.

"Pl-please, just quit torturing me." He whimpered, hips wiggling as he struggled to sit up.

"Does my precious present want to feel my pussy around his cute little cock?" You cooed, leaning against his back. Sweetly you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him further against you.

Weakly he nodded, vision hazy as his sack continued to throb. Hearing your voice hum in thought, Legato began to think you'd be merciful.

"Quit squirming, or I won't even bother trying to help anymore!"

Oh how wrong he was.

Legato was already a mess, legs quivering, toes curling as you squashed your tits around his aching cock. He'd already showered those perfect mounds in cum from the mere sensation of them engulfing him, you couldn't think of a more pathetic man than what was before you.

You seriously wanted to just let him suffer, but with his constant mewling you had to give in eventually. A small reward for his efforts was somewhat necessary, even if he was a bastard.

Moving your breasts up and down along his shaft, Legato leant forward, messily thrusting into your advances in desperation of some relief. It was rather amusing, watching such a reserved man turn into a needy manchild.

"Good boy, almost there~" Your praises egged him, kisses along his cock sending chills along his spine.

Those beautiful lips pressed against his dribbling cock, mixing your saliva with his semen. If Legato believed in heaven, this was surely what he'd imagine walking though it's gates would be like.

A few more quick thrusts and your face was coated in his hot cum, tongue dragged along him to clean anymore mess. If he could the muster the strength, find it in him to disobey his master, Legato would smash your face downwards, have you choke on his cock. But he didn't dare play with his life, not when there was still his bidding to uphold.

Suddenly his face was pressed against your warm bosom, cunt hovering teasingly over his cock.

Understandably he got excited, finally able to properly relief himself inside your snug, warm pussy. Get his own present from an unfortunately embarrassing circumstance.

"You ready?"

Legato nodded against you chest, arms wrapped loosely around your waist, ready to guide you if need be. Slowly you lowered yourself, easily adjusting to his measly size as you wiggled your hips teasingly.

The pace picked up well before Legato could enjoy the feeling of being inside you, moaning as his hands travelling along the ridges of your spine, familiarising himself with every perfection and imperfection of your body. His mouth enveloped a warm nipple, suckling on it as the other pinched your neglected teat. Suddenly you let out a strangled gasp, body flinching as an unusual sensation overcame you, squirming as Legato drooled around your nipple.

A hand hovered over your breasts, the crushing feeling of Legato's abilities prying milk from your tits unnaturally. Now that glutton was contently drinking, breaking away for only a second to catch his breathe before diving right back in.

It was an uncomfortable sensation, one that had you squirm away, only to be brought right back. Legato wasn't going to let you go, not when he was so contently feasting upon your breast milk.

Your insides were painted with hot cum, hips still dragging along his pelvis as Legato continued to thrust more steadily into you. The two of you seemed to have found your rhythm, allowing the other to follow in the dance.

As Legato moved from one teat to the other, those golden eyes stared up into yours, attempting to read your expression.

"Feels weird, stop it." You grunted, hating how you were denied one simple request. This was supposed to be your special Christmas present, yet it seemed like Legato was slowly getting more confident.

"Apologies, but when did you start giving me commands?" He chuckled, free hand flexed as your body grew rigid, flushed against him as you lost control of your movements. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to be slightly disobedient to Knives request, you'd still get to enjoy him.

You wanted to curse, fight against those invisible threads holding you in place, but all was denied as you felt your orgasm suddenly crash over you. It was intense, causing you to cry out and cling to Legato desperately. The last time you checked, you weren't even near the peak of orgasm, so how the hell did you come so damn quickly?

"You seem to forget, that by a simple jerk of my fingers," Once more your body convulsed, juices gushing over Legato's cock as you cried out at another harsh orgasm. "I can do whatever I please with your pathetic mortal body."

Your body was weak, quivering with exhaustion as you tiredly stared at the bland ceiling. Each tit leaked continuously, more than even Legato cared to lap up, pussy bruised and stuffed full of seed.

Having endured your torture long enough, Legato was ready to have the tables turned in his favour. One finger at a time.

What was supposed to be a fun adventurous night, filled with exploration of Knives' right hand lacky, turned into mind numbing breeding session where Legato did whatever he pleased. Right now, your body was squashed into a mating press, legs above your head as you were being rammed into, cunt swollen and leaking previous loads of mixed cum.

You weren't one to complain, in fact you found Legato's sudden dominance kind of hot. But you felt like any second you'd burst with the amount of cum shoved into your guts, stomach swollen as once again you were pumped full.

Slender fingers replaced the cock inside your cunt, making sure none of the seed fucked deep inside you would spill out. Lips capturing yours in a heated, hungry kiss.

As Legato pulled away, a triumphant smirk plastered over his face, those fingers remaining deep inside you. He bent down once more, centimetres from your face. "Lord Knives was quite generous with your present, don't forget to thank him properly for the kindness he displayed to you."

Teeth sunk deep into your neck, a strangled moan escaping your wet lips. The sensation hurt, leaving behind a stinging mark as Legato licked the blood beading from the mark.

"Now, you shall have to enjoy my company for as long as you have worth in my eyes. But I don't think I'll ever tire of you, my dear."

[nihilisticgenesis]

Here Lies Caine - The Mun

Name: Caine Age: 27 Pronouns: He/They Timezone: US Central Time

Hello! Nice to meet you! My name is Caine as I said. I'm pretty new to the whole cannon rp/tumblr rp scene so please bare with me if I'm a little extra anxious and quiet. I'm still working my way through trigun maximum I am a slow reader. Legato's a dark character and I like darker things but I just want to say that I also REALLY enjoy chatting and doing fun silly stuff too! So I hope the tone of this little set up doesn't scare anyone off.

I tend to prefer longer para rps, however short chat-style rps are also welcome though sometimes I can get a little stuck on what they'd actually say lol. I also really enjoy linking music to my posts when I find it pertinent! Its not required to listen but it would make me very happy.

If you see me doing anything that's not cool or something, let me know about it in dms! Or if you have any tips and suggestions on how to like... function on tumblr would be appreciated~

Discord will be available to mutuals upon request in the future, as it is the easiest way to get ahold of me.

If at any time you want to cause harm or like sort of metagame damaging a muse of mine, don't worry about it! Just do it! Beat them up they usually deserve it! Rolling with the punches is super fun! As long as it is in good will and not a creepy sort of thing I guess, but like I'll let you know if one of my boundaries is crossed y'know? That being said no psychic/telekenetic powers will be used vs muses unless we talk about it! Its one thing to say "He pushes X to the ground and grapples him" and an entirely different thing to literally take agency away from someone else's character and I don't vibe with that.

Triggers: Not many to speak of but Gaslighting, and NICHE body horror are squicks. [and i'm not talking about the bodyhorror in trigun so we good lol]

The Blue Wind of Death - The Muse

Name: Legato Bluesummers Age: Around 27-30 ; Birthdate unknown Height: 5'8" [173 cm] Gender: Cis Male [he/him] Species: Modified Human Sexuality: Asexual Occupation: Un-numbered Gung-ho Gun [assassin] Weapons: Wires contained within a skull shaped torture device on his left shoulder. Abilities: Telekenesis, Psychic Visions

Legato is a mysterious man who was at one point saved spared by the angel millions knives. This single act would change the course of legato's life from then on, instilling him a blind devotion towards fulfilling said angel's every desire, to see a world for plants blossom from the soil, and to end the era of man once and for all.

Legato harbors no love for humanity, including himself. He has seen its depths and has accepted every rotten truth they made for themselves, and has chosen his path accordingly. It was a plant who had broken him free, the light in his dismal existence, and in his mind it only makes sense that it shall be them who inherit the earth.

After all what good has humanity even done? Live another day just to hurt each other again? Drain their home dry and then have the audacity to beg god for a second chance and kill another?

Resolved he will take on the visage of all humanity's darkest truths, and spread the blessed gospel of the twin angels, through blood, betrayal, and hurt. Just as it was shown to him.

Themes: Religious Guilt ; Repressed Trauma ; Nihilism ; Revenge ; Self-Hate ; Personal Acceptance ; Humanity ; Metamorphosis ; Psychic Visions ; Locked Cages ; Trapped ; Cannibalism ; Body Horror ; Torture + Manipulation ; Falling Through the Cracks ; In ability to Heal ; Getting a little too silly and getting put in timeout

[ Disclaimer: phew legato is kinda a dark character when you write it out like that huh.... please still feel free to take things in a lighthearted direction lol I PROMISE its possible. ]

[yurinaa-world]

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Trigun Stampede and Honkai Star rail men x Gentral-neutral Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Shower them in kisses

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: fluff, spelling mistakes

𝒯𝓇𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑒𝒹𝑒

Vash: Oh, he's utterly red in the face just from the kiss you placed on the side of his lips. What a cute expression he was making—his eyes all big and his mouth open completely—and as soon as you kiss his hands, you can see him squealing with pure happiness, watching every kiss you place on him.

Nicholas: When you finally kiss him on the lips after kissing his entire face, he’s not going to let you pull away; he wants more than just a peck—a real kiss. You could taste tobacco on his lips from how much he smokes, making your head spin before pulling back. Seeing your face all red and panting for air, he couldn’t help but smirk.

Millions knives: when you kissed his hands before going further up to his neck Before you get to kiss him, he just can't be patient anymore, grabbing the back of your head and roughly smashing his lips onto yours. What breath do you need? Well, you can wait; even when you try to pull back for air, he won’t budge. Once he’s done, you're gasping for air while he looks down at you with a small smirk planted on his lips.

Legato: With permission, he’ll allow you to do so, yet he looks quite tense with every kiss you place on his lips. You don’t blame him; he’s never been the type to ever do anything physical with that he doesn’t like getting into, like interwinding your fingers with his as you kiss his knuckle while staring at him to see if his blank expression had changed.

Livio: has such a sweet smile on his face, with a little bit of blush on his cheeks. While you kiss him, he does the same, wrapping his arms around you and showering you in kisses instead, while you both giggle with happiness. Before he starts kissing your lips over and over again, he can't help it; he just wants to kiss you over and over again.

𝐻𝑜𝓃𝓀𝒶𝒾 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓁

Dan Heng: It’s so cute of his ears to light up red and avert his eyes away from you even when you just kissed his face. Oh,  now you can't resist the urge to tease him about it and how he tries to deny it but just keeps on going. Oh, you’ll definitely be the death of him for sure.

Welt Yang: He loves it, those soft kisses on his cheek, especially the best when he’s tired and just feeling down. You push his bangs up and kiss him on the forehead as he has a small smile on his lips. It makes his day a thousand times better. He's always saying, "What could he do without you by his side?

Arlan: You see his face burn up; he is usually serious and professional. How can you blame him? He has such a big soft spot for you that even just a couple of kisses can make him melt onto the floor!

Gepard: Another one that gets flustered easily by you; don’t blame him; he’s just never had a romantic relationship with anyone before, so he’s not used to it. It doesn't matter how many times you do it, he still can't get used to it, and his heart starts to race, aww maybe you should do this more often.

Sampo: He'll be the one teasing you. It seems that you just can't keep your hands off of him; he loves it whenever you decide to wear lipstick, especially a red or pink color. Those marks you left all over his face, hands, and neck gave him a feeling he couldn't even explain but that he just loved.

Jing Yuan: How sweet you are to him! He’s so lucky to be blessed with you as his lover, and having that stupid smile that he always has on his face, he wants to chuckle while you do your thing; it gives a feeling of almost bliss. Oh, what shall he do with you?

Blade: He smirks at you. How cute you are to kiss him all over so innocently and sweetly. He’ll just cup your chin and pull you into a kiss, and bite your bottom lip, and your eyes widen. How cute you are with such surprised expressions! Oh well, keep on going; finish what you started. Oh, are you blushing now?

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[dangopango00]

COLLEGE BAND AU HEADCANONS

Legato x gn reader

It was pretty rude of me to just randomly put an au fic without explanation so heres the explanation bye still self indulgent; always will be i fear

more utc

- OK FIRST ABOUT HIM. He works for knives still but in this au his job is to cause vash suffering by 😭😭… outselling him??? Ridonkulous ik but go with it

- Knives wants him to outsell vash so vash realizes that art and human creativity is obsolete and instead help him run his tech/AI company that also focuses on helping global warming (humans suck they should die. robots go!)

- Hes apart of a band to rival Vash’s and ofc its the Gung Ho Guns; he hired them to play for him

- Tbh i think their genre isnt set in stone bc theyre purely doing this to outsell vash so I think theyd keep the core of it rock or indie but it has a lot of shifting gears, doing wtv gets the most traction

- Legato is the bassist but he knows keyboard if their keyboardist is absent

- I think legato writes most of the songs himself (to impress knives ofc this is still HIS mission afterall) and gets a lil sad and defensive if it flops LMFAO even if its just his first album; considering how Knives talked down on music Legato thought it’d be somewhat easy

- It DEFINITELY took him a while to write things that had some semblance of humanity in it tbh he had to have either another less emotionally stunted member write it or a ghost writer but he did still practice writing in his spare time since he had nothing better to do

- NOW ABOUT YALL. Ur roommates in a college dorm; if it were up to him he’d have an apartment but knives wanted him to keep an eye on vash and vash lives on campus

- He only has like one or two official rules as roommates but if ur pissing him off with sth thats not on the list he WILL let u lnow LOL

- The only rules established off rip are:

1. MYOB

2. Do not touch him (no tolerance rule if u touch him without permission he WILL be out of there asap even if its a lot of trouble and will probably even idk push u or sth ignore u forever, hope and pray on ur downfall idk its hard to translate his violent tendencies to modern society without getting him arrested ok)

- You often eat together when he isnt busy tbh usually in silence but its ok its comfortable silence (to him at least)

- Ok im gonna try to say this in the least creepy way possible but like. He likes to observe you for inspiration HEAR ME OUT. Just seeing u go about ur day and since hes always in first person POV seeing someone else just… live gives him immense inspiration on what to write

- He also gets inspo from other artists and heres where u come in hehe. You are a solo artist who doesn’t show your face and your speaking voice is pretty much completely different from ur singing voice (Not like insanely different but if you heard the two separately you wouldnt really connect the dots unless ur one of those people who connect voices easily + depending on ur genre u could be using a completely different tone of voice than usual)

- Your genre is a little similar to Legato’s in the fact that although you keep your core component (Love theme IMO but hey i dont make the rules yes i doo) you change around the other moving parts such as the instruments or wtv so he listens to your music often though he never really thought it would be you; just never really thought about the possibility

- Im not gonna say hes like obsessed with your artist persona or anything but he does (as much as he would rather khs than admit it since according to Knives music is the bane of this world) greatly enjoy your music and often finds himself getting your songs stuck in his head

- Hes def a gatekeeper i mean this is the guy who can name every song in ur discography (Not saying much though since you dont post too often)

- ANYWAY u have no idea this is going on since hes prone to just listening to music in his headphones rather than showing you or blasting it for the world to hear so ur relationship is developing as normal roommates

- You often get him stuff from the college snack shack and in return he often gives u whatever he doesnt want from the dining hall (that sounds crappy but its usually good stuff like ur fave fruit or cheese and crackers or sth)

- After u become a bit closer going on trips together becomes common not like vacation but like a little drive to a department store or him taking you with him to practice/performances

- SPEAKING OF PRACTICE U work part time at a coffee shop and it has a practice room which is where he usually brings his band it sounds random but I’ve encountered a coffee place like this before ok

- Killing two birds with one stone, he gets to see you on his way in and out and he gets a quiet place to practice + Vash often brings his band here too so ig killing two birds and one afterthought with one stone

- Other GHGs (NOT greenhouse gasses. Gung ho guns) think that ur another one of his groupies probably 💀 he def has tons i fear

- He def writes songs about you or rather than about you, references how u make him feel but he is in denial and thinks feelings are embarrassing so hes just like no they just gave me inspiration

- Its ok though the only one he has to justify himself to is himself bc hes like. The only one who knows its about u since his songs are never rlly about romance and in the rare cases that they are its very subtle

- When, if ever, he feels ready for touch he frames it like hes doing u a favor lmao “I will allow you to (blank)” he is tbh

Random Misc:

- Hes majoring in Ecology or Conservation Biology prob minoring in sth like computer science (his entire life surrounds Knives what did u expect)

- Sleeps in his daytime clothes and ur always like ???? Esp bc he wears jeans often… U two went to the department store one time and u convinced him to let u buy him pajamas so he could wash the day clothes overnight

- Hes a big ass fan of vinyls and cds and just physical ways of owning things like music or games but wont admit to himself he likes it its just for the aesthetic ok even though he has a record and cd player

- Wants to cut ur hair and feels like its one of the most intimate things u could do without having to touch too much (forever subscribed to knives cut his hair hc)

- If u have a lot of accessories and generally just a lot of stuff he gets annoyed if it isnt properly organized and will organize it for u wnv hes having writers block

- If ur an artist he has u make his merch designs n stuff 😍😍 he pays very generously he rlly dgaf abt money tbh + Knives sponsoring him

A/N: irrelevant but idk whether to imagine him as tristamp or trigun design like both are so good but Ok im done yapping ty