ever since i saw the panel where he turns into inner tamsy talking about "ew this is so now what im looking for" i always imagine tamsy being a super toxic gamer
“𝐞𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢’𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫!!”
a/n: this manga panel KILLS me every time i see it
the first thing you learn about gamer!tamsy is that he does not play games for fun.
he plays them like his pride, reputation, and entire bloodline are on the line.
the second thing you learn is that sitting next to him while he plays is the funniest mistake you could possibly make.
you’re on the floor with your back against the couch while he’s sprawled across it above you, sweatshirt sleeves pushed up and controller clutched like it personally offended him. the TV lights up the room and reflects in his eyes while he leans forward, intensely focused.
his teammates spawn on the screen.
tamsy squints. “ugh.”
you glance up at him. “what.”
“look at them.”
you look at the screen. tiny characters running around.
“they’re just standing there,” he mutters, offended. “why are they standing there.”
“maybe they’re thinking?”
“no,” he says flatly. “they’re useless.”
one of the teammates sends a friendly ping.
tamsy visibly recoils.
“what the– the power of friendship?” he actually gags. “ew. that is SO not what i’m looking for.”
you choke on laughter. “IT’S A TEAM GAME.”
“exactly,” he says darkly. “and yet they insist on ruining it.”
the match starts and unfortunately for everyone involved, tamsy is really good. his character is flying across the map, eliminating enemies left and right while he mutters constant commentary under his breath.
“that was sloppy.”
“what are they doing.”
“diabolical positioning.”
you’re wiping tears from your eyes trying not to laugh.
then suddenly–
his teammate accidentally blocks one of his shots.
tamsy goes still.
“… did you see that…”
“yeah?”
“this fucker–”
“tamsy–”
“they moved DIRECTLY into my line of fire.”
“they’re on your team!”
“not anymore.”
you’re about to respond when suddenly his character gets taken out.
the screen flashes ELIMINATED.
silence.
tamsy stares at the screen.
“… lag.”
you turn around slowly. “skill issue?”
he looks at you like you just declared war. “IT WAS LAG.”
“the wifi is fine.”
“NO IT’S NOT.”
you laugh so hard you slide halfway onto the couch.
the next match loads, and this time you lean your head against his arm.
he glances down. “what are you doing.”
“moral support.”
he grimaces. “disgusting.”
“wow.”
“don’t do that.”
“wow.”
“this is why gamers can’t have relationships.”
“you literally asked me to come over.”
“that was before this betrayal.”
despite the complaining, he doesn’t move away. if anything he leans a little closer while focusing on the screen again.
then very carefully, you reach over…
and press a random button on his controller.
his character jumps straight off a ledge.
into enemy fire.
ELIMINATED.
the room goes more silent than before.
slowly… slowly… tamsy turns his head toward you.
“did you just kill me 🙂”
you grin sweetly. “the power of friendship.”
he stares at you like you committed a crime.
“you are banned from touching the controller.”
“worth it.”
he sighs dramatically and leans back into the couch like the most exhausted man alive.
“this,” he mutters, grabbing the controller again, “is why solo queue exists.”
you beam up at him. “because your girlfriend bullies you?”
“because teammates are unreliable.”
“i’m not even in the game.”
he gives you a long, suspicious look. “exactly.”
you scoot closer again anyway, leaning against him.
he sighs like he’s deeply suffering.
but he still lets you stay there while the next match loads.
and when another teammate sends a friendly emote, he grumbles under his breath–
hELLO HOW R YOU DOINNNN i love ur gachiakuta fic writing sm omG-
i have been seeing the new chapters of our beautiful princess with a disorder and i have THOUGHTZ
may i request a tamsy fic where the afab reader used to be a sphereite noble, and she ran from home because her stepmother tried getting rid of her after her father died by arranging her with someone she didn’t bother meeting.
she was supposed to marry tamsy, but she didn’t know that coz she js yeeted herself into the pit and she isn’t sure how she survived the fall.
they meet during that time that the cleaners went to amo’s tower, because she’s been staying with amo, and reader protects her due to somewhat feeling like they’re the same in some way, their mothers/stepmother giving them away and allat, the only difference is the reader got away, and amo did not until much later. reader’s jinki is her hairpin which turns into a spear that can extend and bend like a snake.
reader recognizes tamsy as a member of the royal family, while tamsy recognizes her as his supposed bride. they met each other in court but only tamsy knows she was supposed to be his before the reader was ever informed.
both of them aren’t sure why the either is on the ground, but they don’t show their panic of being recognized or something.
Contractual Obligation [Tamsy x Reader]
In which you throw yourself into the pit to avoid your arranged marriage with a stranger and survive, only to run into the sphereite prince on the ground. Little did you know, you were supposed to marry him.
Reader is ── Female | Ex-Spherite & Giver
Story is ── Romantic | Drabble
Song Inspo ── Affection by Between Friends
Warnings ── Manga spoilers
Lavish gowns of white and gold.
Castles with ivory spires that held up the heavens.
Late-night dinners with nobles looking for the perfect doll to claim.
All the stories you told Amo made sparkles light up in her eyes. She was deeply infatuated with your life on the sphere, especially the parts that were 'princess-like.'
Some parts were fonder than others. You didn't mind the custom dresses or the decadent desserts at the dances, and you did manage to fall for at least one of your potential suitors.
Too bad it was the literal prince.
You met by accident when you stopped to ask for directions in the palace.
He offered to guide you there himself. You two spoke of books, music, and how dreadful meeting suitors was. When you arrived at the correct destination, he parted with a kiss to your knuckles.
You'd never seen him before, so it was only after the interaction when your stepmother scolded you for being so informal that you found out.
Someone like you would never marry a prince, according to her. The very next day you were informed you'd be marrying one of the many men you had met. You were certain it was simply whoever asked your stepmother for your hand first.
Never mind losing both of your parents, being treated like a doll for boys to pick off the shelf, or all the standards forced on you.
Realizing you couldn't take control of your life because of arbitrary societal expectations was your snapping point.
The call of the void, they call it.
You threw yourself off that ledge without second thoughts, and it was the first time you'd ever taken control of your life.
Of course, you expected it'd be your last.
Yet here you were. You survived the fall, you were saved from the trash beasts by the young girl you now cared for, and you had become what the ground called a 'giver.'
Life down here was good. Predictable, but good.
Until today.
Amo had brought a group of people back while you'd been away to the nearest town for supplies.
There you were, bag heavy with restock, opening the doors to your new home to find a hole drilled through every floor and Amo surrounded by a group of strangers.
You reached for your hairpin, eyes flickering to life.
"Tokushin."
Blue ropes coiled around you, freezing your hand mere centimetres from your vital instrument.
"Big sister!" Amo scrambled to her feet, though she was stopped by a brown-haired woman.
"Geez, Tamsy. You can't go trapping people like that. Amo told us we'd expect her." The tattooed man groaned, pinching his nose.
"I couldn't just let her activate her vital instrument, could I?" Your eyes followed to the voice of your captor, widening at the familiar sight.
'There's no way.'
The threads loosened, retreating to the large distaff he held.
Either this was some crazy coincidence, or this was really him. Whatever the case, it'd be stupid to bring that up in front of so many people.
"Amo! Are you okay? What happened!?" You rushed to her aid, cupping her swollen cheeks in your hands.
"It's okay now... Amo attacked first. The nice lady is helping Amo now..." She glanced at the brown-haired woman beside her, who gave a short wave.
"I'm Tomme. Sorry for breaking into your home. We really didn't mean for things to get so out of hand." She bowed her head, shame evident.
You looked back to Amo with a sigh.
"Alright then. So long as everything's okay now."
With Amo receiving proper treatment, there wasn't exactly anything else for you to add.
"How about I fill you in on everything in more detail?" The same captivating voice from before came from behind you. You turned to meet eyes of gold, the same ones you remembered from that day.
You nodded, standing to join the man.
"That would be nice. Please."
That seemed to be enough to convince everyone you two were doing nothing more than sharing details when you left the room for somewhere more private.
"You being here certainly complicates things." Tamsy spoke up first, looking around at the room you'd brought him to. It was mostly empty besides a few crates.
'She should be dead.' Something deeper within him had a hard time coming to terms with it.
When he'd heard you'd disappeared from the sphere, he figured you'd have ended up in the pit. What he didn't anticipate is that you'd survive.
He was more surprised you hadn't started freaking out. Then again, he was going off very little from a very different time of your life.
"To be honest with you, there's a lot I don't want to share. And I'm sure you don't want to tell me your secrets either." You twirled your hairpin between your fingers.
"So how about we agree to start over?" You were confident back then, but you'd bloomed into someone more daring than before.
Tamsy could work with that.
"Hmm... We'll keep our secrets, but there's no need to start over." He offered his signature close-eyed smile. "I quite like where we last left off."
"I know we agreed to keep our secrets, but are you sure you don't want to know?"
"Know what?"
"That the marriage contract is still valid."
"...huh?"
"You know, the contract your stepmother signed with me. It cannot be undone, not in current sphereite practice. We're still married." He stated it as if it were some silly trivia. "By law, at least."
"Are you fucking with me?"
"You shouldn't talk to your husband like that."
Author's Note ── I'M GOOD, ANON. Thank you for the super fun prompt! Honest to God, I could have probably done a oneshot for this and gone through the painstaking detail of them on the sphere and their first meeting, etc...
But I felt like the request was looking more for the reaction and aftermath, so here it is!
This prompt was everything to me...damn... I hope you like the stupid after-credit scene too, lmao.
Hiii again. Thank you so much for letting me do another request
Sinner Tamsy x Goddess Reader
18+
The reader is recognized on the Ground as somewhat of a goddess. Her jinki literally works miracles, healing, saving people from death, reviving the dead, etc.
Tamsy has know the reader personally for a while and is the only one she will willingly hangout with in her personal time.
One day, Tamsy asks the reader to listen to confess his sins. He tells her everything he has done and asks for her forgiveness and for her to cleans him of his sins.
The reader gives in and lets him “wash away” his sins
I will absolutely go feral for this mannnnn😩
Love is a Sin [Tamsy x Reader]
In which the so-called goddess of the Ground has an affinity for Tamsy. Turns out he likes her more than she thought.
Reader is ── Female | Giver
Story is ── Romantic | 3.3k words
Warnings ── Suggestive | Manga spoilers | Light restraints used (tokushin)
To think something so valuable lived in this absolute shithole of a town.
The heat was unbearable, cooking him alive through the heavy layers of fabric making up his Cleaners uniform. If he weren't used to fighting in these sorts of conditions, he might have keeled over from a heatstroke already.
Somewhere far from any of the main cities and nestled between polluted zones was a place some refused to give up on. A town with an aging population and known for its trades workers. Every surface was smoothed by countless storms turning dust into sandpaper and rusting from years of poor maintenance.
No one chose to live here. They were either born here or stopped by and never got out.
Except you, of course.
The only reason Tamsy Caines spent so much of his precious time cleaning up trash beasts in nearby no-man's lands. The only reason Tamsy Caines was dragging his sandals over the packed-dirt roads of the rural area. The only reason Tamsy Caines was the slightest bit happy.
Not the fake smile, teeth-gritting type of happy.
The genuine kind. The sort he wasn't used to, and it really hurt his cheeks when he kept grinning like an idiot.
If it weren't for his half-mask, any soul he passed may have thought he was deluded. Correct assumption, but not quite the proper basis.
Passing through the half-buried chain-link fence that acted as the only protection for those within the ghost town, he couldn't help but grimace at the absolute filth surrounding him.
It was far from typical for him to care about the state of any place he went on the ground, but knowing this was all that greeted you when you went outside did nothing to ease his conscience.
Yet, no matter how much he attempted to persuade you, you'd kept your heels dug in the sand and refused to move on.
Your noble mission of helping the town was lost on him, truly.
His shoes met the chiselled limestone steps leading up to the chapel's extravagant double doors, which formed a sharp arch. The steps allowed him to leave the dust and debris behind, replaced by stable ground and what was likely the most well-maintained building around.
There was no need to knock, and yet he did. His fist curled, knocking twice against the wooden surface, before unfurling to push one door open.
Of course it was unlocked. It always was, no matter how stupidly dangerous it was.
"Caines, visiting me on your day off again?" Your back was facing him, hands busy adjusting a wreath of artificial flowers behind your altar—or whatever you called it.
You'd repurposed the building into your own place of healing, and Tamsy wasn't certain you knew enough about God or worship to know what this building may originally have been. Still, he thought it was fitting you of all people had turned it into a home.
"I'm afraid I am on the clock this time. Our meeting may be short." He approached with a lazy gait, taking his time to eye the way the stained glass windows allowed an assortment of light pools to paint the room elegantly.
When you turned your voice caught in your throat, not used to seeing him in uniform. It looked lovely on him, and he'd outdone himself with his hair.
Clearing your throat, you moved to the small kitchenette behind the altar where a kettle had begun to whistle, removing it from the heat and gesturing him over.
"Care for some tea?" The words came off uncertain, as if you weren't quite certain what you were offering.
"Is that something you do now?" Tamsy had arrived at your side, half-mask now removed from his face and allowing him to take in the welcoming scent of your home.
A mix of incense, the perfume oil you wore, and the steam from the teapot you'd just poured the boiling water into contributed to the aroma.
"Offer tea? Not really, I just thought that was something people did in good company." The way you shrugged your shoulders was beyond casual, as relaxed as you'd have been alone. Tamsy had made himself a common occurrence in your home. He belonged as much as you and the furniture did.
"You stick around long enough for me to bother with it. No one else lingers, you know?" It was a fact, one you didn't seem sad about.
Few people knew you were a giver, fewer knew your vital instrument, and only one knew that you could heal any ailment—including death.
That meant you mostly got visits when you were needed. The Cleaners were one of your connections, though they rarely bothered to come all this way for a healer when they had many options closer to home.
You only ever saw them when it was dire, or if it was Tamsy.
"Speaking of lingering, what brings you all the way out here? On duty, no less?" He followed you without question to the place you usually spoke. You on the loveseat with your back to the wall, and him on the armchair, back to the room.
Between you was the glass coffee table, which now held a porcelain pot of herbal tea. Alongside it were two matching teacups on decorative saucers, and an adorable pot of honey.
"Doing what we Cleaners do best, cleaning up trash beasts." He'd been with Delmon and supporters for that part. "We were in the area, so they dropped me off at my request."
When you poured the tea and lifted the cup to your lips, he mimicked your movements. Though, he was incapable of copying the way your pinky lifted off the teacup handle.
"Of course, I also wanted to see you again."
You stopped just short of drinking the tea, inhaling the scented steam wafting from your cup.
The way his words gave you pause seemed to please him, evidenced by a drawn-out hum.
"Unless you'd rather I only visit when I require your services?" Perhaps he was overindulging his very selfish desire to see how his motives affected you, but he wasn't interested in stopping now. The way you squirmed in your seat delighted him.
"Truthfully, I quite like your visits, no matter the reasoning behind them." Your honesty was something he hadn't anticipated, but he took it in great stride.
The smile he offered was small yet effective enough to earn one back from you.
Setting the half-empty cup back down, your arms came to a rest on your lap. The cuffs around your wrists clinked together as they met.
His golden eyes were drawn in at the sound, taking a good look at the pearlescent metal of your vital instrument.
Part of an ancient series of healing-type vital instruments, your unchained cuffs were more than just a rarity; they were divine. Or at least, that is how the tale goes. Tamsy had found you because he'd been looking for the series, and he had gotten a lot more than he hoped for from his search.
Of course, he had long since destroyed the remaining parts of the series. Though his original plan involved destroying yours as well—thereby removing any known means to revive the dead—he'd found that having such a valued asset at his side would prove far more useful.
To act as though he did it all for a scheme would be a lie.
Tamsy liked you far more than he should have. He was in too deep to be okay with ripping something you considered so dear away from you in a way that'd make him your enemy.
"But really? Just to see me? That doesn't seem like you, Tamsy. Unless you've finally decided to confess to all your sins." You hid your laugh behind a hand, eyes closed long enough to miss how hard he contemplated your teasing claim.
"Oh? It's a sin to see you now? Well, that certainly adds weight to my list of misdeeds." Out of anyone on the Ground, he lied to you the least.
You leaned forwards in your seat, tilting your head as if it'd help you see something you otherwise wouldn't have caught.
Being the centre of your attention was one of his favourite things, especially when he earned it by truly catching your interest.
"Misdeeds? I doubt you'd hurt a fly." The moment the words left your lips, you seemed to realize how false it was, eyes flickering to the Cleaners logo on the left side of his jacket. "A non-anima incarnated fly."
The shameful laugh you offered was supported by his chuckle. You had no way of knowing he found amusement in your poor judgement of his character, as opposed to your obvious error.
"Aren't you curious? I could confess to everything right now." It was his turn to lean forwards, elbows resting on his knees so he could prop his chin up on his intertwined fingers.
The way your lips parted matched the curious glint in your eyes.
You were hooked. Good.
"You're such a tease, Tams—"
"I'm not teasing. Don't you want to know?" The way his irises took you in through thick blond eyelashes carried an edge of warning.
Looking down at your cuffs to avoid his gaze, you contemplated the offer earnestly. The chapel was for healing of both the body and the mind, so it wouldn't be the first time someone had taken the opportunity to get things off of their chest.
After all, your vital instrument was a binding vow of secrecy.
No matter what others told you, you were unable to tell anyone they didn't want knowing. Who or what was decided purely by intent, which meant more often than not you had no idea who could or couldn't know.
Patient confidentiality taken to the extreme.
Even if you wanted to break it, your instrument wouldn't let you speak a word.
"I'll admit, I'm curious..." The words came out breathy, a sigh passing as your voice trailed.
"If this is your way of saying you want to tell me, then by all means. You already know I won't—can't tell a soul." As always, you put your patient before your own interests. The sentiment was sweet, sickeningly so, to the point where he wanted nothing more than to make sure you'd only ever direct that kindness at him.
There were many ways of doing just that.
Luring a trash beast into the town and allowing it to wreak havoc until you have nothing left to lose from joining the Cleaners.
Paying out some criminal organization to break in when you least expect it and scare you into leaving.
Shattering your vital instrument so you have no reason to stay here any longer.
The version of him that stayed hidden deep within couldn't help but smile at the bounty of ideas. All of them ended with you depending on him—if he played his cards right, of course.
Outwardly he kept the same warm smile, nodding his head gently towards you.
"Where to start…" Tamsy raised his head from the support his hands provided. He looked up to the high ceiling as if searching for the right place to start, though it was all an act.
When he looked back down, his lips had curved into a faint frown. His piercing gave him a pouty look.
"Do you mind if I sit a bit closer? I feel at odds when we're facing one another like this." Truth be told, it was something he knew would help relax you. Tamsy had indulged in the psychology of humans enough to know exactly how to play out this little scenario.
None the wiser, you shuffled over. Eyes filled with nothing but kindness and curiosity looked back at him.
"Please, no need to ask." The fact that he had asked only painted him as ever more the saint. Whatever version of him you had in your head was painfully crafted by his own efforts.
All so he could savour this confession.
Standing up from the armchair to sneak his way next to you on the loveseat, the swaths of fabric that made up his uniform took up so much space there was no avoiding it touching you.
You weren't worried about that, though. Instead, you pulled one leg onto the couch, turning your whole body to face him. Parts of his sleeve ended up on your lap this way, but you seemed to welcome it judging by the way your hand carefully traced the fabric.
It was thick and rougher than you expected, something akin to canvas. It made sense; these were heavy-duty uniforms intended to protect the wearer from sharp bits of metal and other nasty aspects of trash beasts.
The knee of the leg that remained dangling off the side of the sofa was close enough to his that anytime either of you shuffled, they brushed. When he finally got settled, angling himself towards you, they unapologetically rested against one another.
Your body radiated heat. A stark contrast to the way he carried a chill unfamiliar to the Ground.
"Whenever you're ready." His voice was lower, attributed to the closer proximity you now shared.
"I should be saying that, not you!" For whatever reason you laughed far more around him than anyone else, another giggle slipping past you before you could muffle it with your hand. "But yes, I'm ready."
The exchange of permission felt more intimate than you had expected, leaving a rosy tint on your cheeks.
"Let's see…" He brought a curled finger to his chin, tilting his eyes towards you to meet your gaze.
"I have told many lies, likely more than the average person." A gross understatement, but a truth nonetheless.
It was the simplest of his many crimes to share, which made it the best way to test where your moralities lie. As expected, you already had a sense of surprise written on your face.
You truly thought of him as an angel, hm?
"I don't intervene when I hear a cry for help." Vague, but concerning nonetheless. He could feel your fingers curl around one of the many strands of fabric his sleeve was made up of, bunching it.
"Ever?" Your faint surprise had turned into something made up of confusion and shock. Weren't Cleaners protectors of the people? It seemed strange to think Tamsy avoided helping people in need.
"I manipulate people to achieve my goals." Avoiding the previous question, he leaned towards you until your back pressed against the armrest of the loveseat.
It was a futile attempt at keeping the space between you the same.
"I have held someone captive." He used an arm to keep himself from falling. It just so happened to land on the end of the armrest, caging you between himself and the cushions.
"I have ended another's life." The statement was soft-spoken, and yet its meaning was all sharp edges.
Why'd you have to go and look at him like that? All doe-eyed, afraid, and with those rosy cheeks from before. Strange how they looked a shade darker, as if all this proximity made you more nervous than the words he spoke.
You'd never stand for the things he had done, but you were a creature too forgiving for it's own good.
When you opened your mouth to speak, his free hand found your chin, forcing your mouth shut with a touch so fragile the strength behind it seemed impossible.
"But worst of all…" His eyelids dropped, aureate eyes refusing to blink and dare miss a moment of your reaction.
"I confess to the vice of lust. I need you all to myself." Tamsy had closed in to the point where the tips of your noses met. His steady breaths mixed with your frantic ones.
"Why me?" Though you searched his eyes for answers, you only found yourself further lost.
"Isn't it obvious? Because I love you." When your hands had found their way to his shoulders you weren't certain. Their grip tensed as he completed his confession, covered by strands of blue hair that gently brushed along the back of your fists.
Speechless, you were utterly speechless.
Tamsy chuckled, low and personal.
"Am I forgiven? Or must I somehow cleanse myself of sin?" Tilting his head to the side, he was more patient than one might expect from a man so sinister. Your approval was still his end goal; he sought it even in this game he'd twisted in his favour.
For a moment you remained frozen in place, chest to chest with someone you were certain you should fear more than love in the current moment.
And yet.
You leaned in, lips pressing against his.
It was as gentle as he had imagined, with a hint of that lip gloss he'd always wondered the flavour of.
His tongue traced his bottom lip.
Vanilla.
"You are forgiven, Tamsy Caines." His name on your lips was what could only be described as the most beautiful sound he'd heard to date.
He had some theories on a few things he could pull out of you that'd sound a whole lot more heavenly.
His weight pressed against you until there was little room to move except further against him. This time it was he who bridged the gap, savouring a deepened kiss that suited his rough style.
Your entire body was enveloped by his, overwhelmed in the blanket of clothes he wore.
While you enjoyed the comfort it offered, Tamsy's absurd amount of patience was worn through by the frustration of having so much between the two of you. The thought of pulling away for even a moment was just as devastating to the blond, who quickly settled on a less conventional solution.
The gold of his eyes spurred to life, an ethereal glow overtaking them in a beautiful display.
Somewhere below the large fabric of his sleeves, his little distaff grew, placed gently on the floor where he could use the staff without it getting in his way.
Right now he needed both hands on you.
Navy ropes crawled their way from behind him, though it went unnoticed as he pushed you into another kiss, tilting his head until your lips locked perfectly with his.
The threads found their way through the empty loops on your wrist cuffs, knotting themselves in impossibly tight shapes. They remained slack, allowing the two of you to lose yourselves between breaths for air and bruising each other's lips.
It was only when his desire for more overtook that of keeping you close that the ropes tightened.
In an instant your cuffs were pulled together, securing your wrists in a bind that would be impossible to break. Their freedom was up to Tamsy, who evidently received great satisfaction in watching the ropes pull your arms over your head, forcing them to bend at the elbows over the armrest.
The pearlescent shine of your cuffs, now completed by the hold of his deep blue ropes, was an image he hoped to burn into his head for eternity.
"Relax. I'll prove to you how worthy I am of your forgiveness."
His hands made their way to your hips, adjusting the throw cushion below them so you'd be more comfortable. They lingered where they shouldn't, thumbs pressing into your sides and dragging down to your thighs, where he let go.
Of anyone on the entire Ground, you were the most deserving of your Vital Instrument. He was certain of it now, taking his time to look you over.
A gift from the heavens. A body like a goddess, a voice like silk. God. you probably tasted like ambrosia itself.
He could hardly wait to get a taste.
Author's Note ── Mmmm I love this man. And I love this prompt! Thank you for indulging me begging you for a Tamsy request; awful first impression ik,,, But that's Brutus for you!
Also HOLY CHAPTER 161 my FUCK he looked so good in that outfit...drooling
What about fake dating trope with tamsy being obsessive to reader and pulling some strings to make her reliant to him but reader is a independent type, and won't fall for his traps...🤤
Another trope im thinking about is
Modern au with jabber being a chemistry nerd while also being a swagger, reader the shy type and kind of a sadist???
Sadist tamsy with reader who is also a sadist the relationship would be hell yet strangely works
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Like he has seen you around when shopping, you are a friend of the cleaners, maybe you are a cleaner yourself, you work at a store where he shops regularly, doesn't really matter. The thing is: he saw you, he got obsessed, needs you, and will have you. Doesn't matter how, doesn't matter when, he will just have you one way or another.
It's not like he can't wait for his plans to work, or he has a problem with... dealing with people in the way.
So when Tamsy founds out you still care about your parents he has an idea: to arrange a marriage between you two! It would be so easy; the underground world is a cruel one, where money is needed, where a parent might be too desperate to make sure their child lives a much easier, happy life than them, how much would it take to make your parents desperate to married off their beautiful child? More than he expects, less, doesn't really matter... He will make them fall and agree to his terms, no matter how much or what he has to do, they will do as he pleases.
It's not so hard to convince your parents to literally sell you off to him, a few bucks and promises that he will treat you nicely and with care, and they happily sign the paper with ease and even a happy smile. He's glad that at least this part of the plan went smoothly, because the real fun is going to be you...
Manipulating you into believing this whole situation wasn't created by him, or he had no control in it like you do; that he is a friend and this whole thing doesn't need to be harder than it actually is, like you two can just be friends, chill, not having to do anything you are uncomfortable with... Tamsy will truly act like an angel to you and help you navigate through this, making himself more important and prevalent in your life compared to before. He's everywhere in your life now, and Tamsy he's the happiest he has ever been, while you are living your own personal nightmare.
But Tamsy makes it better.
Everything is much smoother and easier with Tamsy around: you talk about what to do about your wedding together, try to find something in between to make you both happy and have a fantastic wedding. There are already some already red flags, however; he will insist on not inviting your parents or some of your friends, mostly using the excuse of "but they sold you off so easily didn't they?" "They didn't help the situation when they probably knew it", because yes, he will ruin lots of your friendship by making some "proof" that they knew about all of this arranged marriage, or at least heard about you getting bought off and no one said anything.
Are any of those true? No, none of your friends knew everything, of course. And if they knew something, he made sure they were silent about it. But he mostly does it for your sake, because they weren't good friends to begin with, he knows!
So little by little fewer people came to your wedding, but also your circle of friends is completely decimated. And all because of Tamsy- not that you realized it since he carefully made sure none of this relationship ending are directly tied to him, some are, but mostly aren't. A lot of times it's you finding out something about your crazy, maybe direct to your situation, maybe a breaking point about something else. But it's Tamsy finding out about or directly creating something that he knows you will not tolerate, and then letting you find out without being directly involved.
The day of the marriage is a very calm, with little to no stress. Tamsy expect you to be anxious, to cry even and so when you do, he's there. Comforting you, so gently caressing your face to get rid of those tears, remanding you that you are both in this together, and he's there for you. You don't see his wicked and mischievous smile Tamsy has on his face when you hug him after, his plan of finally having you coming to true fruition.
The ceremony is intimate, small, very well decorate and cared for, even in the little details. Especially in the little details. Even though a few people there have some questions about your relationship, Tamsy acts like you two have been in love for a while, still too fast to get married but ehi, you never know with life on the ground no? One day you are alive, the other you are dead... Better enjoy those times while you still can! This should have raised multiple flags but considering why and how you got married, maybe it's best to tell a white little lie than to say the truth. You let Tamsy mostly speak though, since he's so good at lying and pretending that he's so much in love with you.
When the night comes, and you are alone in the "new house" with Tamsy you are so tired and sleepy that you go without thinking in the bedroom, until you remember what newlywed are supposed to do on their wedding night. You feel sick and stressed, but also hopeful that Tamsy won't force you to do it, since has been so understandable on your end. But the though doesn't ease your panic state; your body feels cold and like you aren't inside of it anymore...
And it's Tamsy himself that proposes to sleep in separate rooms for the time being. Because he's nothing if a caring, loving, and attentive friend who did notice how you tensed once you realized you were home and what was supposed to happen. And, of course, if he can avoid making you uncomfortable, why shouldn't he? He's such a dear friend.
What a shame.
The first weeks are weird, trying to get used to each other schedules, weird ticks, and everything. It takes a while, and it's awkward as hell at first, but you two manage pretty well! And now you were chilling with Tamsy often, talking about everything, eating together, watching a film, doing hobbies together, trying new things. Not really like a married couple, a lot of times you don't even wear your wedding ring, but like friends. Real friends.
But, well, maybe you kind of start to think that you want to be more than friends with Tamsy.
He has been nothing but nice and kind towards you, always putting you first and encouraging you to have healthier friendship. Tamsy is also incredibly handsome and charming too, every time he kisses your hands when he's leaving the house your heart skip a beat. Every time he brings you your favorite snacks, food, or flowers, you feel like your face is exploding. He was courting you, even if you were already married, carefully and slowly, and you really couldn't say no to him or ignore those feelings in your heart...
But that's when you ended up in his trap. Inside his web, unable to escape unless you are willing to hurt yourself badly, enough to not let you go away too much. Tamsy will let you escape if you so wish, but it will be all futile since he knows where you are already. But that's something for the future, now you have been so good for him, falling inside his little trap like a beautiful butterfly.
Your own relationship changes in a few days. If before it was all about the small and almost touching, now it was all about messy, out of breath, and needy kisses and touches all around your body and his. It was like you were both repressing your lust and obsession with each other, and now were unable to contain it anymore. You wanted it, desperately so. You needed it even, but Tamsy took his time; first with long and able fingers inside of you, hitting every sweet spot that makes you scream and tremble, then with his tongue sucking and licking where you needed most to make you cum and cum again. He would teach you how he likes his cock sucked and licked, how he adores deep throating you until your nails sink into his flesh because you can't breathe but you need his cock just as badly.
Tamsy will utterly corrupt you before fucking with his dick, long gone was the sweet darling in front of him being insecure and shy about cuddling him in the private of your own home. Now you were sleeping in the same bed, and often waking up with either Tamsy between your legs or you between Tamsy's. He has his fun seeing you begging to be filled and fucked again and again, but he decides to indulge you rather quickly than he expects to. But how can he say no when you look so good begging and crying for his cock after hours of denying it? He can't he can't, but when his dick so easily slide in Tamsy can't help but moan and shudder. You just feel like heaven.
And how can he let you go outside without a thread of Tokushin around you? How can he let you go out without him around? Why should he let people near you?
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Tamsy caines x reader (english is not my first language)
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-Fwb, tamsy is manipulative, tamsy's twisted view of love, toxic dynamics, jealousy/possessiveness, oneshot (light spoilers)_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
It was supposed to be a one night stand, but you remember the way his haunting touch lingered against your plush skin, his hands wandering mindlessly against your curves, it was hard to ignore.
And so the arrangements kept happening, eye contact that was to sensual to be just friends, but labels are useless aren't they? Atleast to tamsy.
"Tamsy... we should stop this" your voice exhausted as you both lay down on the mattress, facing his angelic face—he only gently smiled as if this was normal.
"Didn't we agree, to not get attached or have you forgotten [Name]..." you said you don't wanna continue this but you keep coming to me—how pathetic, really.
He contained his inner thoughts finding yourself questioning the relationship laughable.
But who was he to talk, he knew he had grown obsessed with you and hated every ounce of it.
"I just feel guilty continuing this..." you couldn't contain the urge to touch his soft locks, even though your body ached you wanted nothing more than to admire his beauty.
"Go to sleep, angel..." he only muttered while pulling you in, his touch being gentle like putting a baby to sleep.
With no other choice you obeyed his command, you couldn't help but notice there was something so charming about his voice that always seemed to make you more relaxed.
You grew sleepy to his soft massages and murmurs. He checked to make sure you were sound asleep before getting out of the bed, to put his clothes on—he took one look of your face and left the room leaving you all alone.
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You awakened from the sunlight hitting your face, forcing you to groggily sit up to start your rountine.
You changed your clothes to your cleaner attire, yet the sting of the markings he left was hard to ignore.
You only brushed it off reminding yourself that was just a way to release stress, and so you head off to work. In addition to tamsy obviously leaving teasing remarks about why you were in pain—the teasing banter between you both grew quite obvious to your co workers that you and tamsy had something going on, but made no move to make it official.
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What is one better way to add joy to your day you may ask? Having a party of course! And so time went on with you chatting along with your co workers, you sat down with enjin, gris and follo.
Besides they were fun to be around and jokes that were hard not to laugh at, as you took more drinks it drove you to be more confident and talkative due to the way you leaned closely to enjin and even slung your arm around him.
That action didn't go unnoticed, tamsy spotted it except he kept his nonchalant facade on, although you did feel his gaze on you.
They could've pushed enjin off, what are they doing? Are they stupid, trying so hard to get my attention now aren't you...? Ew what am i thinking this is stupid and dumb... SHUT UP I HATE THEM, I HATE THEM.
A few hours went on and tamsy grew impatient, he was jealous of course, due to habit he took note of how you had all of your attention on enjin, that fucking cunt. Seriously?
Is that why you wanted to end the little arrangement, for a guy whose name literally sounds like a car engine, don't make him laugh.
Tamsy compared the characteristics between enjin and himself.
Who was more handsome or gorgeous, of course it was him your words not his.
Sure he had a more lean build compared to enjin who was more muscular, but hey you liked it that way atleast that's what he thinks.
After that revelation of his, he finally sat down with your table. "Quite a lively conversation over here, mind if i join?" He smiled at the end of the sentence.
"Of course man, you wouldn't believe what we witnessed today" enjin responded while his movements were sluggish due to intoxication.
You on the otherhand had to much to drink, to the point where you began murmuring incoherent sentences, but that didn't stop you to keep entertaining enjin with your silly self.
A few minutes went by with that back and forth conversations, including with you not paying him attention. It pissed him off to no end, how insufferable you are.
You on the otherhand, was to drunk to even think straight you just took shot after shot leading to you to be a drunk mess.
Enjin noticed this and assigns tamsy to take you back to your room because he was the closest one to you. "Tamsy, do you mind taking them back to their place?" being the gentleman that he is tamsy agreed.
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"Angel, let's get you back" he placed your hand around his shoulders so that he could guide you back to HIS room.
As soon as you both were out of the party, he could only think back about your little petty act.
"Did...you know that trash beasts are made of trash!!" You laughed, all while struggling to even walk straight nor think straight. "Sure... angel" how dumb.
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He finally carried you back to his room, laid you down on the bed along with locking the door.
"You know that little act of yours, might drive one crazy right." He uttered as his eyes trailed to your drunk self, he sat down on the edge of the mattress before turning towards you.
"Act of what...heha you look gorgeous tamsy.." you reach for his hand to pull him close.
"Don't play dumb with me now." His expression was unreadable, his fingers went to your chin forcing you to face him.
Jealousy wasn't a good feeling, it only served to remind his obsession.
"...what if i sajd i preferreddd enjinn...hehhee" you mumble, giggling to yourself at the absurb statement—to you it was just a silly joke yet why did it make the man beside you look unpleasant.
"Then would enjin kiss you as fiercely as this?" He pulled you roughly against him before crashing his lips to your own, his hands snaking away at your waist, those golden eyes observing your expression as he took you in possessively.
his nails gradually dig into your skin, you wince at the pain however it only served to make it more intimate.
He pulled back, and went ontop of you "What a dirty mouth you have, you know i hate it when you utter garbage."
His fingers pressed on your lips harshly that felt like it might bleed to pressure.
You squirm uncomfortablely, since his gaze was to much yet it only allured you in as if he was a siren that sang a melody to you.
"Don't lie...you like it when i push your buttons tamsy..." He smiled gently at your words—as slender fingers pried your mouth open.
"Repulsive, really repulsive." The sexual tension between you both was undeniably real, the way his fingers traced your bottom lip—his face inched forward to land a bite. It was truly exciting, your expression in pain yet aroused—to how he licked your blood, alongside his other hand wandering under your shirt to feel the warm skin underneath.
"Tamsy..." you mumble, hands wrapping around his neck pushing him to do more.
"Alcohol made you dumb, angel..." he scoffed, with a subtle smirk displaying his face—he pulls on your hair and kisses you with even more fury this time he combines it with his tongue.
The kiss felt like a hidden confession, as your breathing grew erratic hoping to catch a moment to breathe—tamsy refused as if hinting to you that this was punishment.
That was what made it enjoyable, his lips explored different parts of your neck as he whispered things about possession. "You know i don't share."
In his mind he hates you so much he lets you consume his entire mind.
Even in the most romantic sense—to admire was a crime, and to love you was a sweet punishment.
“Yeah, I like Tamsy because he’s an interesting character, a good written villain, AND he’s fine as hell.”
“Yeah, I like Tamsy because of his actions towards Rudo and Amo.”
As D1 Tamsy glazers, I feel like we have to understand that Tamsy is genuinely a demon spawn from hell with the way he’s moving in the manga and that his actions isn’t justifiable in the slightest no matter what his reasoning is. The reason we should like him ls because of his character design and how he’s written in the manga as an antagonist, NOT because of his sadistic actions towards two mentally unstable teens for basically no reason other then his own twisted convictions😭
(I saw a tweet about this topic, argued about it, and wanted to share my opinion on here since It felt like I was talking to a brick wall on X, but all in all this is just a rant post so don’t take this too seriously)
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