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beanibon · 9 months

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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!

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triplesilverstar · 8 months

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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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beanibon · 5 months

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~ 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."

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triplesilverstar · 8 months

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Day 4

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Snake Legato X F!Reader

CW: Dub con, serious dub-con, Rape, Smut, angst and smut, crying, Gore, Loss of limb, penis in vaginal sex, Choking, Fingering, Two penises, double penetration, double penetration one hole,

Word count: 2212

A/N: Day 4, You were going caving and had an accident. Now is the strange Blue haired man your salvation or your death?

It wasn’t your first time going caving, but you think it might be your last. Laying there on your side hissing as you try to move your leg only to scream as the fire laces up your spine. At least you can feel the pain which is a good sign.

Why did you have to go caving alone?

After falling down that shaft there's no way you’re going to be able to get yourself out of the hole you’ve fallen into, let alone the cave with a busted leg. Using your arm to try force yourself into a seated position, crying out as you do so and feel the tears form at the corner of your eyes.

Panting you look down, a cry of anguish breaking past your lips. You can see part of your bone sticking out, this really is going to be your last caving trip. A shuffling noise just at the edge of your hearing.

Maybe you aren't alone down here. “Hello!” Calling out and waiting for the echo to end before speaking again. “I’m hurt!” It sounds like there is movement coming towards you, making you grin widely. You just might get out of this yet. “Can you help me?”

A head and two arms appear from a gap in the cave wall and you feel a sense of relief wash over you, you’re going to make it out of this. Watching as this blue haired man starts to pull himself through the crevice.

It’s then it dawns on you.

Where’s his helmet, and he isn’t wearing gloves. As his chest starts to make its way through the space the relief you felt quickly erodes away. He isn’t wearing a shirt, and there seems to be a pattern, almost like scales along his body.

“I can” his voice reminds you of a rock being dragged along another one, but it isn’t sharp enough to hurt your ears. Just enough to make you pause, there’s something more to him than just being a half naked man.

Where you expect his hips to appear your heart stops beating. Where you expected to see two thighs is just a long scaled body. Maybe it’s the blood loss, but you don’t remember screaming before passing out.

When you next come to, you’re somewhere damp and cold shivering but the pain in your leg is gone. Looking around you can barely see anything in the dim light cast from what looks like cave moss. A thin blanket draped over your form, and you feel yourself shiver again this time noticing something odd.

You aren’t wearing any clothes under the blanket. Sitting up or trying to, you notice something else. You can feel everything but the leg you’d broken. Taking a deep breath almost afraid of what you’ll find you but you need to know.

Ripping the sheet away you feel your heart burn and your spirits fall. Your leg, from mid thigh down, is gone. Nothing but a stump remains, and as you reach down you can feel the gnarled flesh sewn together with rough ridges. The bumps making you think it might have been burned once the leg had been sliced away. “You would not have survived had I not removed it.” Head snapping towards the sound of his voice and you can see him just at the edge of the dim light coiled around himself and watching you. A long slow blink as he watches you before opening his mouth once more and you can see the row of sharpened teeth. “Legato”.

“Huh?” He tells you you wouldn’t have survived and then some random word. “Why am I still here?” While you aren’t going to bleed out anymore, you’re going to have one hell of a time getting out of here.

A chuckle ending in a hiss as he seems to untangle himself from the length of his tail. “How rude, I introduce myself and you cannot do the same. Perhaps I should have taken your tongue when I took your leg.” That, that had been his name?

You open your mouth giving your name before being cut off by Legato once more. “As to why you’re still here, well I would think it should be obvious. I am at the point in my life where I need to procreate, and you’re going to assist me in that endeavor.” What? He can’t be serious?

“What you can’t mean that!” Almost sitting fully upright now, and in the blink of an eye Legato strikes darting forward and wrapping a single hand around your throat.

Struggling as hard as you can, your fingers unable to loosen his grip feeling your heart beating an almost impossible tempo inside of your chest. This close you can also see the gleam in his eyes, the way the golden slit widens in the dim light, another sign he is something so different than a human if his body didn’t give it away.

Gasping as you struggle to take in air, Legeto lunges forward and closes the distance shoving an impossibly long tongue down your throat. Sweeping inside of your mouth as if it’s something to plunder and take ownership of, it makes you struggle harder and he simply seems to enjoy it even more. Keeping his mouth over yours and with your airway restricted by his hand your lungs are starting to burn the need for oxygen becoming too much body feeling weaker and weaker as your hands fall away from his wrist slumping at your sides.

It’s too much of a struggle to keep your eyes open, the inky blackness slowly overtaking your vision anyway allowing your lids to flutter close. His mouth finally removed but the pressure remains about your throat. “I prefer your docile for our first joining.” The talons of his other hand trailing down your chest, ignoring your breasts and if you weren’t so out of it you’d feel the thin lines of fire his taloned fingers are leaving along your tummy as they trail downwards. “I can’t have you injuring yourself trying to delay the inevitable.”

Once those long fingers reach the apex of your thighs he lets out a tsk, unsatisfied with what he finds there. “I want to enjoy this, it shall be my first time.” Tapping his nails against your clit in an attempt to have moisture start to drip from between your legs, before another noise of displeasure grounds out of him. Twisting his fingers and tracing the outside of your folds before sinking one of his fingers into your core up to the first knuckle, making your body jerk in response.

The muscles of your inner walls spasming trying to force the intrusive digit out, Legato ignoring that and starting to move that one digit in and out and he eventually letting out a noise of satisfaction as your cunt starts to lubricate itself.

Adding a second finger, and you feel your lungs empty body torn between trying to force him out of your pussy and the pleasure starting to nip at the base of your skull as the slow sense of acceptance takes hold. Your body trying to accept the intrusion in a way that your insides won’t be damaged by the assault on your core.

“There we are, finally starting to accept your fate my little incubator.” His fingers are starting to sink deeper and deeper into your core curling those pointed digits opposite one another, stretching you out and smearing your own wetness. A low hum, that makes your spine tingle from the inhumanness of it and your body clench in fear has him pausing.

Pulling his fingers from your body with a wet noise that makes you shudder, Legato eyeing the clear strands of fluid between the V of his fingers with interest. Making a show of raising them so his long tongue can dart out and lick them clean, while your mind is haze, edging on delirious the vision does make your core twinge. Arousal starts to pool lower in your belly because it is a sight that makes the primal part of your brain purr.

Hand clean of your juices he replaces it on your hip, a show of his strength as he man handles you over his body so your leg and the stump are draped over his muscled lower half. The grip of your hip tight as he slides your body so you’re grinding against him, spreading your wetness along what you could only assume would be the space that would be his thighs if he had two legs.

The grip on your throat has loosened, most likely due to Legato focusing on moving your body against his, allowing more air to fill your lungs and the flecks of black at the edge of your vision receding.

Moving your hands to rest against his chest, palms flat over his pecs feeling the muscles flex beneath. It doesn’t make sense to try and fight him, it would be too easy for him to tighten his grip on your throat to bring you back to the point of being powerless. A noise almost like a happy chirp at you choosing to respond positively in a way to him, moving his mouth to press against yours again. Far less violent this time in his movements, trying to engage your own tongue this time instead of just plunge it around as he pleases. You moan as you do respond, gliding the wet muscle against his own and letting your hands trail higher on his body before resting against his shoulder, thumbs ghosting along his collarbones.

Neck arching as you pull away from his mouth, tears running down your face as something far thicker suddenly plunges into you while he groans in pleasure and you can feel the pounding of his heart under your palms, the veins of his neck standing out under the soft skin of your hands. “You took both of my cocks so well, you grip me so tight, such a wonderful feeling. I want to stay in this heat of yours as long as possible.” Both? BOTH?! Does that mean he has two dicks, it would at least explain why you feel like your pussy is stuffed beyond anything you should be able to handle.

He isn’t moving you anymore, instead his tongue is lapping at the wet trails along your face, the tip of the muscle a mock tenderness after having plunged his apparent double dicks into your body.

“Please.” The tears are just pouring faster down your face, making Legato appear blurry not even inches from your face. “It’s too much.”

“There there, I won’t have any of my seed wasted. I understand humans give birth to live young that are far larger than both of my members. You can certainly handle this.” His platitudes do nothing to make you feel better, going back to licking your tears away. Finally removing his hand from your throat, both of you aware it’s no longer required, settling it on your other hip.

The length of his body undulating until you’re better positioned over him and what you can only assume is a position he finds more comfortable before he starts to slowly move you along both of his lengths. It’s swallow movements, but enough that you can feel two tips, maybe because you’re now aware of them hitting your cervix as he works you. “Please.” You keep pleading, hoping against hope he might listen to your whimpers.

“Hush.” One hand moving to slap your ass quickly and hard enough to make you gasp, your cunt clenching around his dicks in a hard massage that Legato enjoys moaning long and low. “Excellent, just like that. I’ll enjoy filling you with my offspring.”

Squeezing your eyes shut as he starts to move your hips faster, slamming his cocks in and out of you making sure he never slips from the tight confines of your slick walls. Moaning as he takes pleasure from your body while you feel your own arousal starting to build as his lengths plunge into your pussy, ridges and veins twitching adding to the mounting pleasure. His scales hitting your clit making you pant, clenching around him adding to the pressure placed on his members.

His steady control of your hips slipping as he moves you harder and faster, slamming you down a final time and rolling you while the swollen tips seem to pierce your womb and your clit swollen from the attention and abuse. A roar echoing around the cavern, as Legato cums inside your body both members trembling in your tight cunt as you find your release as well, inner walls working as if to milk both dicks.

Head slumping forward and back bowing, feeling a coolness against your forehead from his slim shoulder. More tears falling from your eyes and dampening his skin and the blue tinge of his hair, this close you can see the same blue faint in his skin.

“Well done. In a short while I’ll fill you with more, I expect you to provide me with a full brood.” You don’t bother with words, mentally accepting this is in fact your last caving trip. You’ll never escape him, not now.

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