#legato bluesummers x reader

[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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[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.

[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 😙✌️

[triplesilverstar]

Day 6

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Blood sucker LegatoX F!Reader

CW: Dub con, serious dub-con, Oral, forced orgasm, Period sex, blood drinking Smut, angst and smut, imprisonment, chained up, rim job,  

Word count: 1217

A/N: Day 6, You had been at a party and woke up chained to a bed. This doesn’t look good for you at all, and all you can remember is a handsome man with blue hair and golden eyes.

You knew you shouldn’t have drunk that much, it had been a fun party and you know you were having a good time. 

Memories of long cool fingers along your fevered skin pressing against you like ice, goosebumps rising along your body in the wake of that sensation. They had spoken to you, with a voice that as you struggled to wake up sounded like it was underwater in your memory. No. He. 

It had been a man, and in the fog impending your thoughts you can vaguely remember him, tall and broad shoulders. A flat look of disinterest highlighted by the golden orbs in his head beneath those blue cascades of hair. If you hadn't been already half in the bag, you might have noticed the way he watched you, moved his body along yours so you were enveloped in his hold. A predator who had his prey firmly in his jaws. 

In your memories of the night before he seemed almost out of this world, something just not quite right. 

Or maybe that was just the throbbing in your skull, the nausea in your belly making you want to hurl, trying to roll over and realizing you can’t. It’s a struggle getting your eyes to open, was, was there something else in one of those drinks last night? Shivering in the morning air. 

At least you think it’s morning. 

With your eyes open it doesn’t make a difference, surrounded in darkness and the cotton in your mouth isn’t just from your hangover anymore. Your heart rate skyrockets as the muscle pounds against the inside of your rib cage, lifting your arms, the clink and clang of metal echoing around the room. 

“I see you’ve awoken.” His words are slow and measured, something about his voice sending a chill down your spine. The way it drips like honey covered in sweetness and invades your senses, but you know some honey is made from poisonous flowers. You didn’t think your heart could beat any faster, turning your head towards where you think the noise is coming from. 

He’s moving, his steps slow and each one sounds like a death toll and you know each ringing footfall is part of the song of your end. People don’t walk away after waking up tied to a bed with chains. The fear inside of you builds the closer he strides. 

“You’ll taste so much sweeter like this. Your fear seasoning you like a dash of salt on well marbled steak.” Those cold fingers dragging along your skin starting at your throat and moving down your body, shiver hard enough to make the chains keeping you in place rattle adding to the pounding in your chest.

A soft whimper when one of those digits starts to circle one of your nipples, from the outside of your areola circling closer and closer until he’s just rolling your hardened bud under the tip of his finger. 

“Even restrained your body still responds. Such a good little pest.” He doesn’t give the other breast the same treatment, just begins to skim those icicle like fingers down your chest, down your stomach to the apex of your thighs. Slipping them into your spread legs and giving them a twist, a whimper from you once more belly flexing as your muscles protest the sudden intrusion into your sex. 

No matter what you try your mouth just doesn’t want to cooperate with your mind, the words to tell him no, trapped behind the confines of your teeth. 

As suddenly as they were inserted the fingers were removed just as quickly, the tangy smell of copper flooding your nostrils. The tips of those fridigit digits pressed under your nose. “You’re going to provide me with a nice little meal.” 

What the hell does that mean? And did he just spread blood under your nose? Are you on your period? Is that another reason why your stomach is churning? Because your body is trying to deal with your monthly problem that makes you hate the fact you’re a female? 

In your internal musings of panic you missed the feeling of his fingers leaving your face, attention snapping back when you feel the mattress under you dip. Warm breath fanning out over your pussy lips, a warm breath that is making you aware of the wetness dripping from your folds. You really are aware of the pain in your abdomen now the cramps making themselves known.

A squeak from you when his cold hands grasp the underside of your thighs, adjusting your body and you gasp in shock when what you can only assume is his tongue pressing to your taint and flattening against you before scooping upwards as if he’s collecting the tissue being forced out of your body. 

Lapping as your core and your stomach clenches, disgusted that the man is eating you out while you’re on your period. His tongue plunges into your pussy with gusto, a low moan rending the air, he’s clearly enjoying it and while you are grossed out your body is responding to his actions. As he pushes the muscle in his mouth reaches deep inside your cunt, impossibly long and hitting nerves that have you responding with spasming walls. More moaning from him as your slick channel gives another jerk, sending more blood from your core for him to sample. 

Core clenching as he wiggles the muscles around your walls and your skin is warming up, eyes shooting open when you think you feel teeth against your lower lips. Two of them far longer than they should be, is he a vampire? Or some other kind of monster you’ve heard of from horror movies?

You don’t get the chance to dwell on it, his tongue slipping from your core with a loud slurp and you think you hear his lips smacking together. That moist warm breath of his washing over your shivering pussy before you feel the tip of that long muscle tracing the outside of another tight ring of muscles smearing fluid around the hole. Tears brimming your lashes as he tries to push his tongue into your ass, the sensations so different from anything you’ve ever felt before. 

Panting as he keeps trying to shove the muscle into the tight hole, licking and sucking at the skin between your cheeks. Stomach churning from the thought of it and the fact that he can do whatever he wants to you finally sinking in. It’s far worse as you had thought the worst he could have done would have been to just kill you. 

Once his tongue breaches your entrances he begins to wiggle it around gasping from the signals of pleasure running up your back. His nose between your folds and the strange feeling in your hole pushing you over the edge, cuming from the sensation. 

The stranger pulling his tongue from your butt and lapping at your pussy and swallowing down your release and anything else draining from between your lips. Looking downward all you can see are two slitted golden eyes looking up from between your thighs. “I think you can manage another for me, little pest. I’m far from satisfied.” The way his voice makes even your bones tremble tells you, you really aren’t leaving this prison alive. 

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[mediocreanomaly]

Domestic Legato Drabble

Authors note: *No one writing for Legato* me: “Fine...I’ll do it myself.” no in all honesty I just need to see more post with Legato actually happy and healthy for once, like this man has been through too much to be left in the dirt (╥﹏╥) 

(plus I had to feed the Legato enjoyers, there's like??? Hardly any drabbles for him, I was shocked when I found out!) Hope you all enjoy!

**Trigger Warnings: General Legato things, complicated relationship with hair, complicated relationship with food, complicated relationship with body, implied past s/a, implied past abuse**

Legato changes when he leaves the Gung-Ho-Guns. Not all at once, in fact to an untrained eye he’s exactly the same, but to you it’s like looking at a completely different man.

It’s the hair that changes first. He doesn’t like it long you’ve come to learn, it reminds him of when he couldn’t cut it, of hands that weren’t yours grabbing fistfuls of it. So he keeps it right at his chin, no longer than that. You can tell when he needs a hair cut because he’ll be in a more irritable mood, he’s a bit too harsh and a little cruel. The second sign is the overstimulation. He’ll insist every light is too bright, every sound too loud, every fabric too scratchy, for some reason he never seems to guess that it’s his hair causing his distress. The final straw, if you have some how not yet caught onto his less than agreeable mood, is his own hands. He’ll grasp and ungrasp the strands, tugging at them as if it’ll make it go away. 

Days like this you gently grab his hands moving them away from where they claw against his scalp, then you guide him to the bathroom. Only then will it click for him what’s happening as he relaxes on the edge of the tub while you make quick work snipping away the pesky length that’s grown. It’s not exactly a clean cut, you had warned him on many occasions that you were not a hairstylist but you were the only one he trusted to do it, so you persisted none the less. Besides, he enjoyed the imperfect haircuts you gave him, he was tired of being treated like a doll, of being meticulously picked over and groomed. There was a sense of rebellion in hacking the blue hair off without care of how the end result looked, so he closes his eyes and finds a melody in the snipping of scissors. Then when you’re finished, He’ll look in the mirror, and with one hand, push his hair back. You remember the first time you woke up to him with his hair pulled out of his face, you hadn’t asked him about it. You knew better and you’re sure your heart would break if you were the reason those gold eyes were partly covered again, so instead you silently take in his new look then turn to sweep up the blue dusting your bathroom floor.

The next thing to change is his body, if only slightly. You had always known Legato liked to eat, it was rare to see him with out some sort of snack in his hand but you aren’t sure you really realized how complicated that relationship with food was until the two of you moved in together. The first meals you had made him had been gorged down as if he hadn’t eaten in days despite the fact you knew he had been fed just fine. Maybe it was a sort of control thing, after all there was so little he was used to being in control of, so maybe this was another act of rebellion. After awhile Legatos physique beings to shift, he’s fuller, thicker, he looks more whole, more complete. You actually begin wonder how he had originally managed to stay so slim with how much he ate. Perhaps it was the stress that restrained his body from keeping the nutrients it was given or possibly he had ran more missions for Knives then you had realized.

 This too, Legato enjoys. The extra meat and fat lining his body just confirms he is no longer who he once was. No longer an object to be oolged at, no longer a dog to starve, he simply is. With this realization along with the sense of peace he’s found in your household, his eating habits change. He still eats but now it’s with more care, as if savoring each flavor rather than consuming as much as possible. Sometimes if you watch him closely, you can see him dip his head slightly as if giving thanks. To whom you aren’t sure, he doesn't believe in god, but when he puts the fork in his mouth and quietly mutters, “...it’s good.” you think you might know the answer. 

After that the changes come in the form of his personality. When Legato had first left he seemed...lost. There where times you’d find him around the house simply standing, as if waiting for a command and when he didn’t get one he’d focus on busy work, cleaning and recleaning the house. He wasn’t use to someone not telling him what to do or how to behave. At first this caused tension, he’d snap at you when things weren’t done the exact way he was taught, or argue over actives he’d deemed pointless. You never swayed though, you took the words in stride knowing they came out of stress rather than any real malice. In the end it payed off, because there were days when Legato simply did nothing. To an outsider this wasn’t anything to write home about, perhaps even normal, but to you it was progress. Days where Legato allowed himself the freedom to not get anything done, just because he didn’t feel like it. It felt foreign to him, sometimes he’d still get nervous expecting a voice to soon scold him for wasting time, but the only voice that ever came was yours, and only to speak sweet words into the air around him. So he’d put whatever tedious work he had had planned for the day aside knowing it would always be waiting for him tomorrow.

Finally came touch. This, was perhaps the biggest change in Legato. Ever since you met the man he’d kept you at an arms reach, even when you were dating. When he had confided his past to you one night, it was easy to understand why. You never pressed him on it, never attempted to push more than you should, you had been graced with having him by your side, why ruin it? Until one day the two of you had gone to the famers market together, needing to pick up some food from the stalls. You had begun to drift off, a stand of fresh fruits caught your eye which where rare on Gunsmoke, before you heard Legatos smooth voice say, “You shouldn’t wander, there's lots of people here today” as he guided you to the side with a firm hand on your back. You knew better than to ask him about it, you were sure it had taken a lot to even show such a display of affection but rest assured you were thinking about it for days. 

The next time followed only about a week later. You were upset, to be honest you can’t even remember what you were upset about now, it had simply been one of those days where when you come home all you want to do be mad. Legato watched you as you paced the kitchen going on about the sequence of minor bad things that had added up to your current bitter mood when your words were stopped short as you felt a hand slip into yours. You blink down at your intertwined hands, as if you weren’t 100% convinced it was happening before he simply said, “Go on” insisting you continue whatever rant you were on. Although, after this, everything that had upset you seemed to fizzle away into thin air. 

“I don’t...remember” you had said slightly embarrassed by the fact his touch had gotten to you so quickly. He had nodded and in turn offered you his story of what he had done for the day, holding your hand the entire time. Once Legatos small affections had become more frequent you found yourself more adventurous than before. The two of you were sat next to each other on the couch while Legato read a book, focused on the words as you busied yourself by studying his face. 

The curve of his nose, his jaw, his lips, his- 

“What?” Legato asked deadpan not looking up from his book as his flips the page. You are a little thrown off at being caught so obviously staring but you’ve come this far and don’t have much more to lose. 

“Can I touch your face?” you say it before you can really think of what the repercussions might be but instead you’re met with a slightly confused stare as he looks up.

“What?” he says again, this time with a bit more bafflement.

“Your face...I mean- can I hold your face in my hands?” you clarify. He watches you for a second as if trying to decide if you have ulterior motives or perhaps he’s just wondering why someone would want to do something like that at all, but he reluctantly nods setting his book down to see how this will play out. You carefully reach out and take his face in your hands, he’s warm. Obviously he’d be warm but for some reason it never fully clicked in your head how warm he would be until now. You run your thumbs gently under his gold eyes, he’s so close, you forget how pretty eyes are up close. You gently push the loose strands of his blue hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear and continue, softly tracing out the curves of his jaw, then cheek, then his nose, and finally you run a finger over his lips.

“Stop.” he says quickly. In an instant your hands are pulled back to you, scared you’ve pushed him too far.

“Sorry” You say weakly a bit ashamed of asking that of him but he shakes his head. “No it’s wasn’t bad” you look up surprised. 

“It wasn’t?”

 “No just...different. I needed a break is all” 

You nod understanding and relax once again against the couch.

“Maybe...tomorrow you could do it again.” he offers, and despite the fact he doesn't meet your gaze you know this is the most vulnerable he’s allowed himself to be in a long time. 

“I’d like that” you say softly, as a comfortable silence once again falls over the room. 

Legato changes when he leaves Gung-Ho-Guns. Not all at once, but even to an untrained eye you can just tell....it’s been for the better.

[inkksuna]

God AU legato bluesummers. No I will not elaborate further

(Ok maybe a little I was trying to draw him in my own version and well... Now he's a god tbh-)

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[goldenteaset]

Legato in English: will only perform delicious obscenities to your brain when he's finished reading Shakespeare by the fireplace. Be good and wait, and the ASMR giddiness/serenity will fill you.

Legato in Japanese: will bring you to unknown heights of ASMR giddiness/serenity using only his voice. Or perhaps he'll ensure you never sleep again? He'll have fun, certainly~

[yurinaa-world]

Hi! Finally someone who writes for Legato aaaah. Could I have some confessing to him/relationship headcanons with Legato please? ✨

Characters: Legato x Gender-Neutral Reader

Synopsis: Relationship headcanons with Legato

Warnings: fluff

𝐿𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑀𝒶𝓃"

Understand that he's a cold man who doesn’t know how to show any romantic affection towards anyone; he’s never been in love before. In exchange for that, he’s protective and loyal, going out of his way to make things more comfortable for you, or when you wake up in the morning and find a beautiful silver necklace with a gorgeous dark blue stone, it sort of reminds you of him.

He's a silent person who doesn't really talk that much. Well,  when it comes to you, you just can’t help but keep on talking. While you're alone together, listen to you quietly as you ramble on about your day.

Or if you don’t talk that much like him, you both just enjoy the moment together in silence.

Whenever Legato leaves for work (he leaves early in the morning, so you rarely see him leave unless you wake really early) and comes back after a severe day when you try to see him off to work, your eyelids closing and opening again trying to stay awake, he can’t help but find it a bit cute that you woke up early for him just a bit. He pats your head almost like an adult would do to a child and tells you to go back to sleep.

Despite his work being dangerous, he just doesn’t want you to get involved with it; you're the last person who should be. He wants to keep you safe from his work, so keeping any enemies from you, especially Vash the stampede will be ideal.

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[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."

[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]

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

[triplesilverstar]

October Masterlist

Since it is almost spooky time here's my list for all my Kinktober fics involving Trigun Characters. Once October gets started I'll be posting them to both here and AO3.

All this fics are going to be 18+ and will have the CW/TW posted on the fics the day they go up.

Day 1 - Vash Creature

Day 2 - Knives Vamp Pt 1

Day 3 - Razlo Mr. Hyde

Day 4 - Legato Snake

Day 5 - Wolfwood Orca

Day 6 - Legato Blood Sucker

Day 7 - Wolfwood Demon Pt 1

Day 8 - Wolfwood Priest 

Day 9 - Brad Invisible Man

Day 10 - Midvalley Fae

Day 11 - Wolfwood Werewolf

Day 12 - Livio / Wolfwood WereCats

Day 13 - Livio Dr. Jeckyll 

Day 14 - Vash Worm

Day 15 - Midvalley Siren

Day 16 - Milly Werewolf

Day 17 - Wolfwood Demon Pt 2

Day 18 - Roberto Ghost

Day 19 - Elendira Succubus

Day 20 - Knives Vamp pt 2

Day 21 - Vash Satyr

Day 22 - Vash Vampire

Day 23 - Meryl Witch Pt 1

Day 24 - Knives Cow

Day 25 - Wolfwood Demon Pt 3

Day 26 - Livio Frankenstein

Day 27 - Wolfwood Mummy

Day 28 - Wolfwood Priest / Vampire Vash

Day 29 -  Knives Octopus

Day 30 - Meryl Witch Pt 2

If you prefer AO3 you can find them here.

Day 31  - Eriks Alien

See you all in October

[multiverse-imagines]

Hiii, I love your writing and I finally came here with a request!👀✨ Could I have some relationship headcanons with reader and Legato please? (Sfw/nsfw is ok) How does reader get him to trust them enough to open up/get into a relationship? How about reader genuinely caring about him for once in his life, reassuring him etc.? THERE ISN'T ANYTHING ABOUT MY BOY OUT THERE, HE DESERVES BETTER!!😭😭

Thank you for listening to my ramblings :P

Have a good day✨ :D

A/N: omg of course!!!! Legato needs all the love! Feel free to request anything for Legato anytime! All of the Trigun characters are just so "My boy" to me, so I shall write for our boy! There will be some TriMax spoilers within, but I'll keep them as vague as possible. Because they're super heavy topics, and I want this to be digestible for readers!

Triggers: Slavery mention, and SA mention

Legato Bluesummers x Reader Headcanons

Sfw

Legato Bluesummers first love for the longest time was, of course, Knives Millions. His savior, his Master. The one who saved him from his miserable former life.

Which is why Legato is quite confused when he first meets you. You were the first being besides his beloved Master that he found… aesthetically pleasing (absolutely freakin' beautiful).

He saw you in a town that was near the base of operations for one of Knives' little side operations.

He first interacted with you at the local bar. He had seated himself in a distant corner of the bar counter, and you walked up just a few seats down and ordered your drink from the bartender. He caught your eye as you vacantly stared around the bar, lost in thought.

He saw you glance over his features, a light rush of blood settling in your cheeks. He hoped you wouldn't interact with him. Receiving your drink, you meandered back to your friends across the bar. He thought that was the last he'd seen of you.

He was wrong, of course.

Your next meeting was on his way through town, just an overly dressed bystander, making his way towards a warehouse. He felt something collide into his chest. It was you. Your body tensed up and your face turned a bright red.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" You apologized.

Legato could have killed you right then and there. Such a filthy human bumping into him and spoiling his clothes? Disgraceful! But he made the mistake of looking into your eyes as you calmed down, waiting for his response.

"It's… okay. Please watch where you're going next time." He said flatly before stepping around you, and walking off.

A few more chance interactions like this befell the two of you before you stopped him as he was about to walk off again.

"Hey, wait a minute!" You trotted along beside him, introducing yourself and asking his name. Legato was hesitant. Why did you need his name? He supposed it didn't hurt to indulge this Little One with the name of who would be their killer someday.

"Legato Bluesummers." He curtly responded before once again walking off.

Whenever you saw him around town, you would insist on saying hello and try to get him to talk to you more.

This aggravated Legato to no end. Why wouldn't you leave him alone?

"Oh, hey, they gave me an extra cake at the bakery today, would you like it? I don't really need it." You offered a small red velvet cake slice with a delicate white frosting.

"I'm sure I can find someone who wants it back at… the office." Legato fibbed. Why did he care if you knew he worked for Knives?

From then on it was little gifts here and there. A few bread rolls, a soda pop, a can of soup, stationery supplies. Eventually, the two of you sat in the central square chatting for hours at a time.

It was an odd thing for Legato. You didn't care about what he did for work; though he hadn't told you yet anyway. You enjoyed his fashion style, and you seemed to enjoy being around him in general.

"Legato, would you… like to join me for Dinner?" You sheepishly asked. Legato tensed up. Where was this going?

"I can't tonight, I have some work to finish." His reply caused your shoulders to dip and your face a frown, "but if we reschedule for tomorrow night, I'll… I'll make time for dinner with you." Your smile was wider than an ile, and Legato learned he liked something. Your smile. You nodded excitedly.

"What would you like to eat? Do you like.. curry? I make a really tasty curry!"

"S-sure." He hadn't had curry before. He preferred sweeter foods, typically.

"Do you like spicy or sweeter curry? I'd like to make it to your taste!" You said, mentally preparing to go off to the store to gather supplies.

There was a night the two of you sat on the roof of your home watching the stars. The two of you chatted about stars, space, and anything in between. It was there you told him that you loved him. You enjoyed spending time with him, sharing food with him, and the person he was around her. He frowned,

"I… I've enjoyed our time together as well, but… you don't know enough about me to tell me that you love me. You may know I enjoy the color blue, and like sweet food, but… you don't know what I really do for work, who my employer is… my past… I've kept you my little secret because you will get hurt. And I thought I buried the emotion of fear down so far it would never return."

He looked into your eyes. Your beautiful eyes that twinkled like the stars above, illuminated by the light of the moons, "You're only gonna get hurt."

"Legato. I don't care. Remember that time you kept my water glass from falling over? You caught it with.. some sort of telekinesis. That's an amazing ability!" You'd seen that? And you weren't scared?

"I know you could keep me safe. I don't care what you do. I don't have to go with you, either. Your home can be here, with me. Whenever you need a break from whatever plans this employer of yours has."

"You saw… my threads. I can use metal threads, thinner than the eye of a needle, to move anything as I wish. To cut anything I wish." He admitted to her.

He then proceeded to tell her about what he did, and what Knives' goals were. He was astonished to see you shruggingly agree with Knives, and the fact that humans had been pretty irresponsible with plants. You didn't think everyone needed to die for it, but some sort of balance had to be achieved, right?

That's when he knew he had truly found love. You weren't scared of him, you didn't completely disapprove of his deeds, his frequent evisceration of humans. You truly cared about his safety and his own well being. And in the end, that was acceptable to him.

Nsfw

Now Legato has a terrible past when it comes to physical intimacy. His childhood as a slave, and being used for sex still haunts him, and fuels his hatred for humanity as a whole.

He's created quite the barrier to keep people away, so sexy fun times are very rare.

He does however, make them nights you'll never forget.

You had to teach him about kind love, and not being so rough. You often let him top, since he is usually uncomfortable with feeling so vulnerable on his back.

Your first time you asked to be intimate with him, he shut down like Fort Knox. It took a good hour of coaxing him out of it, allowing him to tell you about his atrocious childhood.

"I… I want to be intimate with you. I just…" he'd forgotten what fear felt like.

"We can take things slowly. We'll do what feels okay to you, and I'll give a very gentle nudge sometimes. Is that okay?" He did eventually respond with a nod.

You couldn't touch Legato once your clothes are off. The skin contact triggers him, and he sobs uncontrollably. He hates it, but feels fortunate that it's only in your presence.

He holds you to the bed with his abilities as he presses kisses to your form, and loves to hear the noises you make while he makes love to you. They keep him in the moment, and allows him to continue just a little longer.

It's only super recently that he's allowed you to tangle your fingers into his hair while he kisses you in such a position.