#that gif doesn't fit at all but yolo

[abject-indulgence]

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

Gladly.

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

'YOLO', as the youth say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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