• Kuripowder(Kuri) • 19 years old • Intj-a • University student • Aspired artist and animator •
• Hobbies and interests: watching anime, games, drawing and reading and writing!
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My Main Muse ♡
If you love Tamsy Caines from Gachiakuta, this account is for you! I've dedicated my entire blog to writing him.
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Hiii! Can I request for tamsy caines x reader who have a soft heart, no mean word or even an underlying of it, no raising voice. I would like your opinion on how Tamsy caines handle reader on daily basis and mission. I will leave it up to you will it be headcanon or oneshot.
Tamsy X Soft-hearted Reader
How would Tamsy handle a soft-spoken and compassionate Reader?
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At first, it was curiosity. He wants to know you, how you act, how you...react to certain topics or the circumstances of The Ground. Compared to his very loudly obnoxious teammate, you were the complete opposite. You spoke calmly, never yelled. When there's conflict, you try to resolve it without even raising your voice. He asked you, how can you stay calm in such situations and you tell him, you don't like fights nor raising your voice.
Unlike him, your kindness is genuine and your compassion for others never had a hint of deception. You were the version of him that he was never going to genuinely be. Which made him feel alittle envious. As much as he was acting, and none picked up on his pretentious kindness...he had a weird feeling about you. You were on his mind almost all the time, wondering how you would become when you show a different, ugly side of yourself. Cause people like you are bound to hide the deepest scars. But instead of causing harm to others, you help them.
Tamsy would ask you questions hoping to get some knowledge about you. It started with just normal, everyday questions, getting to know you. But gradually, he'd ask a question that would leave you stunned or wonder why ask such a thing? Since you knew him alot better, you didn't hesitate as much to answer. These questions were questioning your morals, and things that would make anyone feel frustration and hopelessness. Because that's the harsh reality. He wants to see more emotions from you, more than just the bare minimum.
He does tolerate you most of the time but some actions you do make him wanna roll his eyes. Of course he would never visibly do that, just mentally. Your compassion for others is a weakness in his eyes, you let everyone into your walls without any caution on whether this was going to backfire. This causes a minor clash between you two.
You are one of a kind, not many people have the amount of compassion and kindness like you do. Especially in an environment where many suffered and caused harm to others. You fascinate him, but you are irritating. Once he sees the uglier side of you it will bring him some sense of satisfaction, that everyone has an uglier side. Even someone like you.
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A/N: Omg I'm so sorry if it's too short! I ran out of ideas as I wrote and nothing more arrived in my head. Hopefully I did your request justice and you enjoyed reading my Tamsy headcanons <3
I bring you a Tamsy offering! Could we get a fic of overly sweet relationship between Tamsy and reader? To the point where everyone in HQ sighs and rubs their temples when they see the couple.
His love for you
Tamsy X GN! Reader
The PDA you both display is so disgustingly sweet the HQ might get diabetes.
A/N: Thank you for this Tamfic offering Cherry! It's such a creative idea I'm surprised I haven't explored Tamsy having an established relationship with Reader!
As usual, reader is genderneutral to accommodate all my pookies.
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After a hefty breakup you decided to take a break from dating, and that was years ago. Going back to dating wasn't easy, occasionally seeing couples around you made you feel alittle lonely.
Thanks to the overwhelming work demand at Cleaner HQ you didn't have to think about it alot! Work occupied your mind alot until...
Tamsy Caines, a colleague of yours, looked alot more attractive to you than before. You don't remember when it happened but suddenly his voice was a sweet melody you never got tired of hearing. Seeing his little quirks and the way he speaks to you gets your heart beating. Goodness, the way he looks at you makes you want to melt on the spot. A co-worker crush? You thought, you'll eventually get over it. You never did, it only got worse.
Turns out Tamsy had a crush on you as well, but had a horrible way of showing it. He'd often tease you to get your reactions. Sometimes did drop hints but they slipped right passed you. He was just as hopeless as you.
Once you both learned your love for each other was reciprocated, you shared your first kiss with him under the moonlight. Since then, a day doesn't pass by without you sneaking a kiss on Tamsy. Tease him too much he'll ambush you when you're alone with him.
"Where's Y/N?" Enjin asks, looking down at Tamsy whose clothes were alot more baggy than usual. Especially the jacket he was wearing, wayy bigger than his usual cleaner uniform.
"And...why do you look bigger than before?" He just had to ask, it was itching him.
"Are you calling me fat?" Tamsy squinted his eyes.
"No of course not!" Enjin immediately denied it, feeling nervous by his serious gaze.
Something moves inside Tamsy then your head pops out of his jacket collar. Which made Enjin jump, then sighed realizing it was you.
"You called?" You blinked at Enjin.
"Um...Boss is calling you" He replied, as he gestured to Corvus' office down the hallway.
You groaned, then swiftly broke out of the jacket with no struggle. Tamsy sighed, your warmth leaving the jacket, but didn't dare stop you from work.
These ideas of sharing the same abnormally large jacket were yours. You wanted to be as close to him as possible, even once said you'd want to be under his skin which Tamsy was not fazed by it at all. He loved how passionate you were in showing your affection, even if it meant making other people cringe. He didn't care.
You once offered to tie his tie when it became loose. Since then he never remembered the last time he tied his own tie, because he'll keep asking you to do it for him. It's an excuse to stare at you while you're working on him. Then when you both lock eyes, neither of you look away. It becomes a staring contest until someone interrupts you both.
You did have the impulse to tug on his tie when he provokes you, which unlocked a part of yourself you never thought you had. His eyes would be wide open in surprise, you weren't the only person that discovered a new part of yourself...
Tamsy does genuinely love you, but sometimes the things he does on purpose makes you wanna strangle him.
Is he secretly a masochist? Why does seeing your frustration amused him so much? Although, if ever he steps too far on his teasing he will apologize. He doesn’t like it when you're mad at him. And when you want to stay mad at him you just can't, he will make you fold under no pressure.
The petnames you give him, rather they're very cringey or just super sweet or romantic, he doesn’t mind at all. Even in public.
If anyone tries to make fun of them, he'll give them a death glare. Since then no one dared to make fun of you.
Tamsy often cooed your name in a seductive tone when he's feeling mischievous. Other petnames he'd call you are: "Darling" or "dear". He would also add "my" at the start. By how he talks, he would call you nicknames that are not as popular among other couples such as "baby" or "bae". HOWEVER—if you love to be called that or something else, he'll be more than happy to see you flustered when he calls you that at a random moment.
"Baby..." He murmured into your neck. His arms around your waist when you cuddled with him on his bed. Suddenly your heart beats faster, did he really call you that?
"Did you call me baby?" You asked, stunned.
"No dear, what are you talking about..." He immediately denied it. But you could sense he was smirking at how you reacted.
Tamsy has a resting bitch face that makes him look serious all the time. But the moment he looks at you, his eyes soften and his overall body language relaxes. You just have that much affect towards him.
Don't try to make him jealous intentionally, you will not like the consequences that come after that. And that includes an abnormal amount of hickeys and bite marks on your neck and body.
There's no way other cleaners did not see at least one hickey on you. Tamsy makes sure they're hard to cover, especially when he feeling extremely jealous. The perfect repellant for anyone who dares try to get close to you. You're all his, and he's all yours.
The PDA you display to him is often subtle, because there's kids around HQ it wouldn't be appropriate. But that doesn't mean he's completely going to hold himself back like you do. Tamsy does not give a single damn if anyone saw them. He'll still kiss you in public, and say the most romantic words to make you flustered. The type of gestures that would make single people feel salty or jealous they don't have what you have with Tamsy.
He'll appreciate any gift you give him for his birthday. He isn't one to be into big parties and being the center of attention. Just celebrating it with you makes it alot better. To respect his wishes, you hosted just a small party between close friends and colleagues. But honestly? If you were the only one at his party, he wouldn't mind.
You unlocked a part of himself that he never thought he had. Being able to love someone like you, accepting your flaws and quirks. He doesn’t remember what life even was before he fell in love with you.
He's glad to have celebrated his birthday with you.
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Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry if it feels so short <3
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Cw: Psychological angst, mentions of blood, murder.
Major manga spoilers. Do not proceed if you haven't read chapter 110+ of the gachiakuta manga.
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Tamsy slowly flutters his eyes open, his half-lidded gaze showing tiredness. Darkness greeted him from where he laid, threads frozen in place above him. As if observing him, they sway gently—but there was no wind nor air. The ground he laid on isn't stable either, it feels like he's laying on a puddle of unknown dark liquid. It's scent impossible to describe though not foul nor good. Just...unfamiliar.
He reluctantly stands up, though his surroundings gave a sense of uneasiness, he doesn’t feel a hint of dread in the slightest. His eyes scanned his own body, his attire a white baggy jumpsuit with long sleeves. His hands completely pale, unshaking.
His head perked up at the sound of water splashing. He turns behind him to find...a Tokushin? No—His Tokushin. Just laid there on the constant liquid floor. His steps towards it were slow, each step was like something stopping him from reaching it. His hand extended, his face showing desperation whilst trying to reach his precious object.
An unknown hand snatched it away, no where to be found. Tamsy huffed in annoyance, before he could speak—a childlike giggle echoed into the void. Their voice distorted the louder it got. He stepped back, caught off guard—but that voice...felt close to him.
The source of a giggle was a young child that stood before him, holding his Tokushin like his life depended on it. His innocent eyes, long feminine eyelashes squinted at him. He was definitely a boy yet his appearance was so much like a little girl.
Long blonde hair framed his face, alittle messy by how he occasionally shakes his head to move the strands of hair away from his face.
"Hey kid, that's not yours you know" Tamsy warned, about to reach for it only for this strange child to dodge his attempt.
The child frowned, not giving up. "I'll give you this if you answer my questions" He claimed, looking up at him.
Questions?
"Why do you look like me?" He asked, tilting his head.
Tamsy kneeled down to the boy's eye level, observing his appearance more closely. He was correct, their appearance was exactly like his. But—
His eyes were filled with innocence, joy and excitement.
Not a single hint of anger, loss and hurt in their life. His face was so clean like he was never scarred—never experienced anything Tamsy felt.
His nose scrunched up, but quickly returned a forced smile.
"Yes we are alike," He replied. "But you...are very different from me"
"You look awful" The boy commented bluntly.
How rude. He thought. "Thanks for the compliment. May I have my Tokushin back?" He reached his hand out.
"No! I'm not done asking you" The blonde boy insisted, with a frown.
Tamsy grimaced, his appearance uncanny by how much it mirrored his expressions.
"Do you know what day it is today?" He asked excitedly.
Tamsy has no idea what he's talking about. "April 2nd?"
"Yeah! My birthday!" His lips curled into a wide smile, hugging the Tokushin like a toy.
His?
Oh...
He realized something about this boy.
It was himself.
Before...he lost everything.
"Yeah...we share a birthday," He muttered, staring at the dark...uneasy floor. The boy laughed, happy someone shared a birthday with him. Meanwhile Tamsy’s lips pressed into a thin line, his hand dropped to his side, no longer reaching out. They ball into fists.
This is the first time in a while he felt...genuine anger.
He burst out laughing, which caught the boy off guard. His laughter echoed even louder, more distorted than the boy's ever was. The more Tamsy looked down the more his hair falls into his face, covering his true feelings.
Seeing his anxious look, he cleared his throat. "No sorry, My apologies."
He eyed the Tokushin, then with a swift movement snatched it back while the boy was still distracted.
"Hey! Give that back!!" The boy jumped to reach it, but was too short.
Tamsy stood up, his laughter and smile earlier reduced to a deadpanned expression. His eyes gone cold and calculating with his hand holding the Tokushin high up.
He hated this...sight before him. Everytime he forgets he comes back to torment him.
The darkness around him became more suffocating, and the moving ground becoming more unstable. But still doesn't dare to stop Tamsy this time.
Ignoring the little boy's cries, his eyes looked at the Tokushin. It had a different feel to it now.
It morphed into a sharp blade. A familiar touch he knew of. Another precious object of his...
His gaze returned to the boy, who had tears in their eyes and looked...betrayed by him. He still looked emotionless before the little one, no ounce of regret from taking away the object he grew to love.
The blade sinked into the boy's chest, and let out a choked noise. He spit out blood, and stared at Tamsy. It sinks further into him, making sure he doesn't survive.
He fell with a soft thud, blade in his chest as life in his eyes slowly faded. His hand reached out to him still, tears falling down his face.
"...Why do you hate me?" He spoke in a breathy tone—his small hand then dropped to the floor. The boy stopped breathing, signaling the end of his life.
Tamsy stared at the dead body of his young self, his blood flooding the floor around him. His eyes only narrowed, the scent of metal and iron filled the air. This didn't bother him.
It felt intimate to him.
As he walked closer to the little boy, his eyes remain open but no life in them. His body disfigured, glitched as darkness transformed him—
Tamsy's eyes widened in surprise.
The boy's lifeless expression—no, his entire body changed into a face he remembers oh so well...
Regto, swimming in the pool of his own blood. He shared the same dead expression as his younger self. The blade, stabbed right through his heart.
He sighed, a breath of relief. Was this supposed to scare him? Make him...guilty? He feels nothing, his expression remains emotionless. To further show his disinterest, he decided to crouch on Regto's lifeless body, and gripped onto the blade—pulling it out and then stabbing him again for good measure. His blood felt warm in his hands.
"NO!" Another voice yelled out.
Tamsy looks over his shoulder, unnerving, still crouched over Regto's corpse.
Rudo.
His face filled with shock, but not daring to move any closer. His gloved hands trembled, in fear and anger.
Tamsy knew that expression better than anything. It amused him. How this sacrifice was for the greater good. It was a necessary choice to make.
Something flickered in him.
A smile. Despite it all, he managed to smile. Small and controlled.
Then it stretched—becoming too wide for his face, wearing him instead. Rudo doesn't move, he stands frozen in place. His clothes...now soaked in Regto's blood. He screams, frustration hitting him.
He broke exactly like he remembered.
Like Tamsy always wanted. To trigger that rage.
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Tamsy wakes up, his eyes staring at the ceiling of his own room. He felt fatigue take over but it wasn't from fear...he was annoyed.
A sigh escaped him lips, as his hand covers his face.
"Again..." He muttered. Like getting tired of experiencing the same event.
But this one was different.
Rudo and Regto...were not there before.
It was always him and the part of himself he constantly grew to hate. The one that no longer should exist.
"...happy birthday to me" His husky voice mumbled, his voice disinterested yet still felt obligated.
"...happy birthday dear me..."
He sat up on his bed, hair covering his face.
"I already feel old" He chuckled to himself. "Best get ready for work..."
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A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAMSY <3
I know what you're thinking...Kuri why would you write this?? I DON'T KNOW OK? I don't think he'd like his own birthday very much. But anyway—
I'll be exploring all genres! Each Tamfic posted in April will be dedicated to his birth month. I've seen your requests and they're such good ideas!
Haven't followed me yet? What are you waiting for? Follow so that you don't miss out on The April Archive!
Wanna check out existing Tamfics? Check my sfw or nsfw masterlist!
Omg Tamsy's birthday is coming soon!! Ya know what that means?
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Devoted to Tamsy: ♡ The April Archive ♡
TAMFICS ARE GONNA FLOOD YOUR FEED NEXT MONTH! April will be the time where I will dedicate myself to writing Tamfics almost everyday. Especially since I robbed you guys of a Valentines day Tamfic(Totally not because my birthday was a day before...).
But especially since I had a huge writer's block and I just couldn't give myself the time to write anything for Tamsy. Hopefully this next month I'll be able to conquer it and give you Tamfics you all know and love! Your support during this time will mean so much to me.
If you have ideas for next month's Tamfics, rather spicy or romantic and you want to help me out? Feel free! To let me know that it's an idea for The April Archive, just say "I bring you a Tamfic offering!" In your request.
You became an opportunity to him, and he wanted to take it—to exploit your goals into helping his success. Little did he know he was going to reach a dead end.
A/n: Thanks for the request @suprememachinesquid!! I didn't answer under it directly because it's spoiling the plot lol, I want to keep this suspenseful for my other pookies, hope you understand. I see your vision and I'm honored to finish up this painting for ya! Enjoy!
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How did the sky look before the heavens dumped their trash on this land?
Because it's always so dull...a gloomy sight you've gotten used to. History says the sky was a clear blue, sometimes decorated with bright white clouds. The sun was so bright it felt good to wake up everyday.
But it has just been trash...the weather always being trash falling from the sky, so much to the point it has killed the beauty of the land you've never seen before.
You hated the heavens. The Sphere and the people who selfishly threw away so much. There was nothing anyone could do to stop it. The only thing people could do was live life like usual, embracing the inevitable reality.
But you refused, you planned from behind the scenes on how to take down the sphere while simultaneously working under Cleaners HQ.
No one knows about it. Even your closest comrades. It's something you prefered to keep to yourself, as your ideas might not link well with others or might jeopardize your progress.
You stood before your pinboard, filled with pictures, drawings, notes of everything you know about the sphere so far. At the side was a recent picture of Rudo, a spherite that miraculously survived No Man's Land.
You heard he desperately wanted to go back to the sphere, to get revenge for what they've done to him. He was also a giver, as his vital instrument could be anything he touches. It was rare to find that a spherite would hate their own kind.
"Spherites have their own hierarchy up there...Rudo came from a more poorer background. Now, how powerful could the rich spherites be?" You wondered, making a theory.
Before you could think further your choker started beeping, signaling someone was calling you.
After clipping it around your wrist, you answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey Y/N, it's Tamsy. Hope I'm not intruding" He spoke in a cheerful voice, his finger playing with his hair, twisting and swirling it.
"Noo you're not intruding at all! What's up Tamsy?" Your tone matching his, an attempt to hide your real feelings.
You were annoyed by his call at a time like this.
"How about you and I hang out? Just the two of us. For dinner tonight?" He offered, "It would be nice to see you more out there, you're always cooped up in that room of yours. What are you doing in there?"
So he noticed you being more closed off lately? That's not a good look.
You don't normally do that but ever since Rudo descended it was like progress was moving alot more faster for the first time in forever. You wanted to note down every single thing he says, even indirectly as a chance to be alot more closer to your goal. Each piece of knowledge counts.
As a result your social life was affected.
"Ah sorry, work has been tiring lately. So I needed some time to myself to relax and sleep" You lied through your teeth.
Oh Y/N, that might've been convincing to others but not me. I know exactly what you were doing.
"Don’t force yourself. I know I’m not exactly worth the effort." He replied.
"No no, I'll go to the dinner with you" You agreed, your research will have to pause for now. It wouldn't hurt to go to dinner with your teammate right?
"Great, it'll be the best time to get to know each other better" You were unaware of the cheeky grin Tamsy had on his face.
"Let's meet at the reception in an hour. See you there" He says, before dropping the call before you could respond.
Tamsy seemed like a good guy, it'll be a chance to lessen suspicion on why you don't interact much with other Cleaners.
You unclipped your choker and placed it back on the nightstand and look through your clothes for something...formal casual? Something comfortable but also stylish to wear.
Something about this dinner feels off the more you thought about it. You can't put your finger on it. He didn't tell you where you guys were heading.
You finally settled on the outfit of your choice, and then made sure to lock your door before heading out.
By the time you arrived at the reception, Tamsy was already there, chatting with Semiu. His attention shifted to you the moment you approached him. A part of his hair was tied up loosely using a hair claw, and for his outfit he picked a black-coloured Hanfu, his sleeves longer than his arms.
"Ready to go?" He asked, his lips curling into a wider smile.
"Where are we going exactly?" You asked, the question was constantly itching your mind. His smile faltered only to chuckle in response.
"A surprise" He said, hooking his arm around yours. "We aren't going too far dear, if that's what you're scared of"
You nodded, despite unsatisfied with his answer. It would be rude to ask too many questions, he already put on the effort of inviting you over.
The restaurant gave a warm and welcoming atmosphere, it wasn't too overstimulating as they were few customers seated with a gap between each other. You were familiar with this place. Now that you've entered it made you relax.
Before you knew it your guard was down the moment you were seated.
"Thanks for inviting me over, I didn't know I needed something like this" You said.
"Thank me after dinner" He replied, his hands clasped under his chin.
You nodded, giving him a warm smile.
The waitress served you both food before quietly making their leave away from them. The sweet aroma of the food you ordered got your stomach rumbling with anticipation. Tamsy chuckled at your reaction, observing you closely.
You bantered with Tamsy, talking about trivial stuff like work and other basic things. It was so easy for you to talk to him about anything...selectively of course.
"You know, you're easy to talk to. Rare for me to be such a yapper" He said. You felt the same way.
"Feeling's mutual. I'm just being polite" You replied.
"And still...I can't shake the feeling you're hiding something" He admits without looking at you, letting those words sink into your mind.
He watches the wine in his glass rotate in his hand before finally landing your eyes on your frozen state.
You laughed it off, "Hiding something? Yeah maybe. If hiding a secret stash of wine under my bed counts as secret activity"
Tamsy laughed as well, the sounds too realistic for it to be fake. He was usually so serious while working, only to find out how cheerful he really can be outside of work. You liked this side of him more.
"How selfish of you to keep that for yourself. As compensation for my silence I'll need a dose of that secret wine" He played along, his hand over his cheek with a mischievous grin.
"Deal"
You aren't letting anyone know the truth, not even the person you've been closest to. But his words did leave you questioning—no, he was likely joking. This could just be him bantering with you. Doesn't make sense to place suspicion on him.
What a gentleman to insist on paying for the bill. You couldn't help but observe him more closely, the scar going down his eye, his thick eyelashes and going to his piercing–
"Careful. If you keep looking at me like that I might forget my manners" He cooed.
You choked, realizing you were staring at him for too long he noticed. Moreover, his words made you abit flustered. What a flirty remark.
"Apologies. I'm not one to stare" At least not on purpose.
"Not that I mind" He teased.
Once dinner concluded you followed Tamsy outside the restaurant, the atmosphere now dark and cold—a sharp contrast to the inside of the restaurant. He said he knew a shortcut on the way back, and you didn't mind walking with him back home since you both live in HQ.
There was comfortable silence between you two, not much words were exchanged. You didn't see the need to, at dinner you both talked about literally everything.
Everything you're able to share and rant about.
As you walk through the alleyway, you reached a dead end. A wall blocking your path to the other side. The only other way is back where you came.
"Funny isn't it? How people loosen up after a full meal...and forget to guard themselves" His voice lowers against your ear, standing behind you.
"Especially around me"
You tensed, turning back and creating distance away from him. It didn't matter, he was blocking the only exit out of this alleyway.
The warm and welcoming demeanor was gone. He may be smiling but his eyes changed.
"Are you planning to interrogate me?" You asked, seeing him stand before you. The distance enough to make an escape, but that could escalate the situation to something you don't want.
"No, dinner would be unnecessary if I did intend to. Almost forgot about my original plan of bringing you out here" He joked.
"Then what do you want from me?"
There's a reason why he took you to dinner and trapped you here. Your intuition was screaming at you that something was off, and you were right. You didn't want to be right.
"I appreciate you going straight into it. I'd like to know what's your plan about the Sphere" He stated, his tone despite welcoming...felt pretentious.
"None of your business" You replied calmly, although you felt irritated, more at yourself about how did he find out.
Tamsy's false warmth faltered. But he still kept his mask on. "But it is. Everything you do affects me. That makes it my business"
So he's been watching your every move.
"I can't understand why you can't you forcefully take that information out of me"
"That's not fun. I'm hurt you assume I'll be that violent towards you" He frowned.
"And if I refuse?"
"I anticipated that. You couldn't even break under our candlelit dinner. I do have one more trump card." He started, stepping forward. You stiffened slightly, he's making sure to tell you this closely.
"I could tell you things about the sphere that could change everything you knew about it. Not even Rudo, has information like I do."
Your eyes widened in curiosity, he smirked.
"Don't you want to know how to get to the sphere? The mystery behind their endless dumping and distopian world?"
As you're backed against the wall, his hand placed against it. Right next to your head. Your breath hitched despite looking calm about this situation. He saw the cracks in your composure, and waited for you to finally burst.
You didn't want to say anything more that could reveal yourself. If he knows better than Rudo he could be a potential ally...or a future foe.
"Silence will only delay the process. I need a straight answer" He warned. His patience is wearing thin.
But still doesn't intent to force the information out of you. He's hard to understand.
"I decline your offer." You replied.
Tamsy’s smile dissappears completely, the false warmth that was barely there reveals it's true intentions.
"It's tempting I admit—but I hate how synthetic you are. Still hiding underneath that false friendly demeanor like it'll still work on me" You leaned forward, showing him your lack of fear from his interrogation. So close to the point you can feel his breath against you.
He didn't fold, except his eyes narrowed, calculating.
"If you want us to work together I'll need that mask of yours off. Let me see that ugly side of you"
Ugly? I'm a very handsome side of myself, though not many will appreciate my beauty. His inner self spoke, his hand on his chin and he thought carefully about his next move.
"I don't think you know what you're asking Y/N." Tamsy warned, his lips curling into a smile once more.
"Why pretend with me if you want me to be honest?" You questioned.
Neither of you trust the other to keep their side of the deal. Which made this arrangement all the more risky. Who betrays the other first? Who will withhold important information?
...Will matters escalate if one exposes the other?
"Fine. No more pretending or lies. Are you satisfied?" He offered. Not like he'll genuinely follow that.
Despite his initial annoyance, he was amused. The only variable in his plan that entertains him.
"I'll have to see it for myself. You won't get what you want tonight, hope you understand" You gave him a cheeky smile.
"Quite demanding...but luckily I'm in a patient mood" Tamsy commented.
"Don't forget you're also delaying on getting your intel about The Sphere from me. Consider this a pact, do something else...neither of us will get what we want" He added, a friendly reminder.
You sighed, relief or exhaustion? Uncertain due to how events unfolded. Tamsy provided enough distance between you two to breathe. Doesn’t matter the distance since you're chained to him, his involvement impactful the moment he brought up your plans. He became an unwanted witness.
Tamsy gave you a friendly wave of goodbye. His steps gently echoing the alleyway, he froze for a moment then turned to look at you over his shoulder:
"Don't tell anyone about tonight, alright? I liked having you all to myself" He spoke softly.
"Possessive much?" You raised an eyebrow.
"I don't like sharing" He replied, then continued on his path. Leaving you with alot of questions he has answers to.
Most of all, you're irritated. He offered to walk you home yet leaves you here in the dark. You let it be, walking on your own path back to HQ.
Tamsy on the other hand, he didn't arrive back.
He had some other business to attend to. Business he has no intention of telling you. But he is oh so interested in your determined face to look for information.
"I think I'll keep them around abit longer..."
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Although it took so long for me to write it. Original request is below here
Somebody save me from uni they're taking away my time to write my loml Tamsy X Reader fanfics on Tumblr...
Yall I'm still alive, don't think I'm dead just yet!
Uni has been taking ALOT of my time lately. Can't even draw nor write spicy/fluffy Tamsy fanfics on Tumblr. Even finishing up your requests is alot. I apologize for my lack of communication with you guys😭
What am I gonna do now after getting time to write this...I'll be honest I'm not sure. But I didn't think I'll blow up the way I did(THANK YOU FOR 160+ FOLLOWERS WHAT??)
I missed the valentine's day special BUT I can assure you there will be something posted for this blonde bastard's birthday. If you sent a request to me, I will also continue to fulfill your wish.
Hope everyone's alright and been safe! Love you all! If you have questions you can ask me under this post <3
I feel like this one gonna be juicy. Definitely gotta be nsfw and possibly more than one part?? Please?☺️✨
Alluring Performance
Emperor!Tamsy Caines x Streetdancer!Reader
Drained due to the affairs and pressure from the palace, the king decides to look for his own sanctuary by blending in with his people.
A/N: Thank you for this request! I can't guarantee 2 parts but I can guarantee there will be some more spice posted in the future. :3
Reader is a woman
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"Do you want to die alone your majesty?" His servant asked with worry.
"Everyone dies alone" Tamsy replied, feeling uninterested in this conversation about his... love life. His hand pressed against his cheek, sitting still as his servant brushed and styled his hair.
"Die alone...unmarried and no heir sire" They corrected.
"Doesn’t matter since I'm dead" And the servant just sighs in defeat.
Tamsy Caines, the newly promoted heir by the Caines family from Prince to Emperor. He was an unexceptional candidate that other family members couldn't compete. Despite his feminine and round appearance, he still has an intimidating demeanor when the situation calls for it. He might be responsible but he has his moments where he's feeling mischievous, attempting a heart attack on most of his servants. As expected he is still a young man, exactly 23 years old.
The people of this kingdom don't have a solid clue the type of person he is yet. But some think of him as intimidating and scary, and some say he's kind and sweet. He's often misinterpreted.
Although, all are enchanted by his appearance. He has very high sex appeal from both women and men of this land.
"What is today's business? Same as yesterday?" He asked.
The servant hummed in agreement, placing a mianguan on top of his head.
"The Council requests your presence regarding the future of the kingdom, and they have picked potential brides from all esteemed families", They announced.
"Thank you...you may leave. I need to sort out my own thoughts" Tamsy ordered, and they bowed before quietly leaving the room.
Potential partner...Potential queen...
It's not that he didn't want to get married, it was rather the person he's going to be married to. Though most find him attractive, it's mostly surface level...because of his mask.
His scars up close are not pleasant to look at according to the beauty standards of this era. His family demanded he covers them with make up for important and public events. Eventually in private he'll have to reveal it to his partner.
And so he wonders if they will lose all respect for him and look with disgust.
He didn't feel insecure about his scars but the thought still ached in his heart, especially if he was starting to reciprocate their affection which is a rare occurrence.
The bride doesn't need to lie. He'll know she isn't being genuine. Liars like himself can spot out other liars with ease.
He places those thoughts aside and decided to head to the council room, several servants and guards followed right behind him.
The Council has presented seven potential brides in front of him, all wore very beautiful and elegant clothing. They displayed a smile, a way to welcome the emperor into their hearts. Most showed genuine openness, some... were purely pretentious.
But one candidate was missing. He took this as an opportunity.
"There were supposed to be eight. What happened to the last potential candidate?" Tamsy asked in mild confusion.
The Council members looked at one another, whispering before one spoke up to reply to him, "Refused to arrive your highness"
"Why is that?"
"We speculate it is because she doesn't want to marry a man she just met" The Council member explained, his eyes at him before slowly looking down in shame. Assuming he'll become angry and yell.
Instead his interest in the missing eighth piqued at that moment. His lips curled slightly into an amused smirk.
"Interesting speculation...and a reasonable one at that. I don't plan to marry a stranger either" He shifts his attention to the ladies in front of him.
"Well, I can't make my decision without the last candidate here. So this decision will have to be delayed, apologies" He announced, which resulted in a mixture of understanding and impatience from the crowd.
"Until I see the last person I may make a decision. Even if she doesn't want to see me. I want to see her, and maybe cut formalities aside...if that's what she wants in order for her presence to appear here. Ensure her we won't get married on the spot"
One of the council members nodded and discussed with the others next to them.
"Your highness, if she does not appear you must pick the ones that were present" One suggested.
"Yes I understand. I'll give her 24 hours. Let her know I'm not as arrogant as she thinks, and give me a chance to get to know me" Tamsy said, entertained by the council's panic and confusion.
The council meeting later concluded, but the discussions didn't end. Which eventually reached the ears of his mother, the queen dowager. She wasn't happy at all by this ridiculous announcement.
"I know what you're doing, you can't delay it forever" His mother spoke, although with a smile...her eyes weren't.
"I'm aware" He said, his tone detached.
"Do you even know the last candidate personally? Why spend your attention on her absence when 7 beautiful ladies came all this way?"
"Wanted to be fair. Didn't want her to think I'm a man that can pick and marry anyone from their appearance alone"
His mother stood behind him, and then placed her hand on his shoulder. Her grip gradually became tighter, the pain she is inflicting is evident but Tamsy managed to keep his composure.
"You're such a sweet child, just like his mother. Your desire to know the person more closely, but this is a tradition we can't delay. You'll have plenty of time to interact during marriage"
Her grip loosened before Tamsy had time to process it. His body was visibly tense.
"Hope we're clear. Have a good evening"
The fusuma(door) slides closed behind him, and his hand went over to the spot she placed her assuring hand on and understood his motive for his delay. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Although gone her presence lingered.
This is the moment where—the ruler needs some rest and alone time before he makes proper decisions tomorrow. This is what mother likes to tell people when he needs...time to think about his actions and cannot speak to anyone at the moment.
But not this time.
I wonder how are my people doing. He thought.
The outside of the palace being so lively and crowded it never failed to surprise him. A large contrast to the cold and serious atmosphere. No one recognized him yet. He didn't change his appearance much but decided to go without covering his scars and putting his hair up. His outfit made him look like a noble which was an impulsive move on his part. Standing out too much is dangerous.
It attracted attention, both men and women stealing glances at the mysterious person.
He walked through the marketplace observing countless stalls selling a variety of items. As much as Tamsy wants to buy out their entire stock, he had something else in mind to enjoy his evening.
Which is eating a fresh hot bowl of noodles.
He was minding his own business, slurping his noodles into his mouth like any normal day. But today was different, Tamsy came across a poster advertising a dance performance scheduled tonight.
How long as it been since he last visited outside the palace? He had no idea there was a dance performance hosted.
Sounds like a waste of time, hours of watching beautiful ladies dance on stage isn't what he needs right now. That's just basic and useless entertainment. It's also something mother wouldn't approve of since he's getting engaged soon.
And that's exactly why he's attending.
"Is there a VIP section? I'd like to have a clear view of the performers dancing" Tamsy spoke to the lady behind the desk, wearing round glasses and has a much darker skin tone. She flipped through the pages of...a koshokubon?(erotic book)
Talking to her while her eyes were on that book felt awkward. If she found out she publicly read adult books in front of an emperor...
"It's reserved for men only" She claimed, now looking at him.
"I am a man" He replied, confused.
"You're way too beautiful to be one"
"So I must be an ugly rich man to qualify?"
The lady observed his appearance closely once more, looking from his face to his shoes. She noted his expensive attire, loose hair and scarred face. His facial features were soft and round, unlike other men. She even took her glasses off to wipe them incase it blurred her vision. She doesn't look convinced.
Tamsy slammed a pile of coins on her desk, one for the vip entrance and 4 times extra for bribery.
"For your books" He smiled.
Her eyes squinted at him, and then slowly—and carefully pushed the coins to her side.
"You may enter" She simply said, gestured him to the other entrance, separate from the general one.
He bowed in gratitude before walking towards where she pointed.
There was a few men already seated, looking too excited for watching women dance. Then there was a general audience, divided by a fence and was occupied by a larger number of people. He sat two seats away from the rest of the important audience, now observing the stage in front of him. A gorgeous painting of the landscape displayed, filled with beautiful flowers.
But backstage—
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You stared at yourself in the mirror, carefully adding an eyeshadow of your favorite colour. This was a normal day for you, dancing for your audience—and seducing the VIP into paying alittle more.
You needed extra funds, to get away from the chaos— especially family. You almost reached your goal until a few days ago–
Your family was chosen to bring their most esteemed daughter to the council to see the new emperor, with a chance to get married to him and become queen of this land. And as expected they chose you.
This stage was the only way you could temporarily escape reality, and the fact that you were almost sold to an emperor, who could be arrogant and a womanizer.
"There's a new VIP ladies!" Semiu announced.
"Is he handsome? I'm getting tired of seeing these old men" One of the dancers asked, and the rest agreed.
"He's young, soft and round face. Even has a visible scar on his eye. Oh—andddd...he has a piercing, right below his bottom lip. He even paid extra before the performance even starts"
The dancers got excited, it's been forever since they attracted a new wealthy noble—much less a generous one since most would pay only when it benefits them.
It puzzled you but appreciated the customer's kindness, unaware he did that to bribe Semiu into letting him in because she didn't believe he's a man.
"I'll personally dance for him" You volunteered, taking this once in a lifetime opportunity.
Semiu nodded at your words and then approached your ear to whisper a secret:
"The customer's gender is hard to tell at first glance. But I strongly believe he's a woman"
You blinked, your eyes widened in disbelief. "A woman?"
This changes alot. In fact it brought you relief? You never danced for a woman before and yet the thought of it excites you.
"Not a problem, won't affect my work" You confidently stated.
"Oh I know dear. Give her a show she'll never forget" She said.
This could be the last time you're even allowed to perform anymore. The last time you're a fully free woman without the pressure of marriage and family.
And for Tamsy, his last ounces of freedom before he fully takes on his emperor and future husband role.
The lights dimmed, then silence filled the room. Lights from the stage highlighted the painting, as a group of dancers now entered the stage. Music started playing, and soothing and elegant tune was heard by everyone.
Tamsy's facial expressions didn't change much until he saw you.
You were the center of attention. Wearing an attire completely unique from other backup dancers. Your dance was enchanting Tamsy never had a single moment of boredom on his face. He couldn't help but wonder why your gaze is on him.
You were curious on how this new client looked like, to your surprise you spotted him immediately. Which was easy considering he was seated on the front and seated separately from other known important clients. How Semiu described her was on point. But something felt alittle off about her.
At the end of the performance, you danced up to Tamsy's side and threw him a single rose–attached with a small letter.
I hope you enjoyed our performance. I'd like to give you something special, as our newest important member.
The offer was tempting, what did you mean by 'something special'?
The show later concluded and the general audience walked out, leaving just him and the rest of the important clients. Tamsy hasn't even checked what time it was before curfew starts, which would make his way back to the palace much harder.
He hurriedly stood up, walking out before he was pulled back in.
"Please stay. It won't take long" You said to him.
He turned back to see you, the main star of the show.
"I appreciate the gesture but I'm in a hurry. I don't want those to find out I sneaked out" He spoke.
"She sneaked out? That explains their tense posture before," You thought to yourself.
As much as you wanted to let her go, she's the last client you'll ever dance for again.
"Of course, I promise it won't take long. Come with me" You insisted, pulling her oversized sleeve and dragging her to a more secluded spot.
Tamsy wasn't sure why he didn't resist it, but he did secretly want to stay. Learn more of this beautiful yet mysterious woman who had an interest in him from the beginning.
He sat down and observed the room in front of him. A sigh of relief he let out when he realizes this isn't a brothel. But rather a smaller more intimate area for private shows to vip members.
He watched as the woman close the door behind her and turn to him with a friendly smile.
"I'll introduce myself. My name is Y/N. I'll be the one giving you a private performance this evening." You spoke, then giving him a small bow.
The more you looked at him the more confused you were. It would be too personal to ask their gender out of no where, in fact it might just drive them away.
"I suppose it's only courtesy to know your customer's name." He thought for a moment, a fake name...what can he name himself...
"Just call me Ta—Thomas" He replied, internally screaming at himself for that stutter.
You tilted your head, and chuckled. "Relax, I'll be sure to treat you"
I'm certain you're a woman now. What kind of fake masculine name is that?
You went behind him and gently placed your hands on his shoulders. You can feel him tense under your touch, unknowing that a touch on one of his shoulders reminds of a feeling that hasn't faded since he got here.
But he wasn't against it, it was different. It feels warm and comforting for a change.
His shoulders relaxed, and that gave you the chance to go further. The music played once more, but this one was more slower and intimate.
Tamsy watched as you walk around him, teasing him by wrapping a silky scarf around his neck and pulling one end back. You never saw an ounce of lust in his gaze despite the atmosphere. You saw admiration, and curiosity.
You decided to be bold and tilt his head up, observing his face. That piercing under his bottom lip, a feature that registered in your head. You didn't want to forget this customer as she was your very last.
"You're staring awfully intensely" He pointed out, which broke your zoned out state. You stepped back, feeling embarrassed. Why are you getting so cozy with a stranger you just met?
"Something on your mind?" He asked. You sighed, deciding to tell him.
"This is my last dance" You admitted, "I might not be able to dance like this again. So, I wanted to give it my all for the last time"
His eyes softened at your words, "You dance beautifully Y/N. I am honored I'll be your last audience"
You were touched by his words, you were expecting him to ask questions on why. But he decided to accept what you've told him.
"Thank you Thomas, I won't forget this" You wrapped the scarf once more around him.
"I want you to have this, as gratitude"
Tamsy observed the scarf before hiding it away under his layers of clothing.
"No need to thank me. I wish I could help but I have my own problems to deal with." He stood up, now going to the door and turning back to look at you.
"That must be why you sneaked in. Very well. I won't tell a soul" You assured him, and bowed.
"Appreciate it. A shame we won't see each other."
"I feel the same way." And you both went your separate ways.
Curfew at the palace was almost up but he managed to enter before it closed. Tamsy sneaked back into his room with ease when a servant spotted him. But thanks to his charms and words he successfully tricked the servant into thinking he was here the whole time.
In his bed he couldn't help but think about that lady back at the performance...Y/N was her name. He made sure to hide the scarf somewhere no servant will find it by accident. It'll be his little secret, a sign of enjoying life as a free man.
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The emperor wanted to see you one way or another, which you agreed to. You planned on making yourself as unattractive and obnoxious as possible, hoping he wouldn't pick you.
There he sat, his back turned and his mianguan placed to the side. You walked over to sit on the other side, facing him.
Your eyes widened in disbelief, the emperor's face looked so much like the woman you danced for. But what surprised you the most was the piercing, there's no doubt now that they are the same person.
Tamsy was just as surprised. So much for last meeting, this became their first formal meeting.
"...Thomas?"
"Tamsy" he corrected, giving her a nervous smile.
The servants present were confused by the mispronounciation. But even more confused by how informal you talked with the emperor.
No one refers to the emperor by their first name.
"Kindly give us some privacy" He spoke to them, before they hurriedly made their way outside. They stood just outside the entrance, leaning into the walls to eavesdrop on the two.
"You are not a woman" You frowned, almost hurt.
"Never said I was"
That was true. You didn't even ask, out of respect.
"Semiu told me you were so I just went with it. I'm—not sure how am I supposed to act now" Your plan to act so obnoxious you'll be deemed unfit as queen was dismissed at that moment.
"Apologies. You must be disappointed" He looked down for a moment before sighing in relief.
"Let's try again. But don't focus on the fact that I'm an emperor, okay?"
You nodded, he was nothing like you thought he was. Especially when you danced for him.
"You sneaked out? How long were you doing that?"
He closed his eyes for a moment, you completely ignored what he said. He then answered, "I've done it a couple of times. But it became fewer the more responsibilities poured, and yesterday was my last day."
"So this is what the emperor does when he has free time huh..." You squinted your eyes at him.
"You're one to talk. You didn't mind the way you were dancing for me"
"I thought you were a woman!"
"What difference does that make??"
You both froze before laughing together. It was a breath of fresh air for you. You never imagined bantering with the emperor himself.
"You still have that scarf?"
"Of course I have it. It's hidden safe away from anyone to find it" He replied, taking a sip of tea from his small cup.
"Y/N, I want to promise you something."
"Yes Tamsy?" You listened.
"I want to make sure that if we do get married, I'll ensure you will be able to dance anytime you want"
"You'll really do that for me?"
"Truly. But I don't think I'll be okay knowing you're dancing for other men though" He joked.
"Is this an excuse to give you more private shows?" You raised your eyebrow.
"Yes" He admitted.
"As you wish your highness"
"Ugh, just Tamsy is fine"
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it!! I apologize for giving you this very late, as well as other requests that are still waiting for me. They are indeed coming, working on multiple at a time has effected my productivity. Reality has been hectic so please don't think I forgot them! I always think about them and how I'll give you back the juiciest Tamfics :D
Also happy new year everyone!! I finished this 35 minutes before happy new year lol
The duality of Tamsy’s hair is directly tied to his psychology and narrative function.
Before color symbolism comes into play, the structure itself carries meaning. The top layer represents the self he presents to the world, visible, and intentionally constructed. Beneath it lies the underlayer, the concealed self, closer to truth than performance. Tamsy discloses himself selectively, allowing what is acceptable or misleading to sit above what is genuine.
The blonde top layer symbolizes the false innocence he performs throughout the narrative. Blonde, often associated with purity or harmlessness, creates a visual and psychological contradiction when placed against his actions. It suggests a detachment from corruption, a cleanliness that does not belong to him, and in doing so, it actively lies about who he is. The audience is meant to feel unsettled by how easily his appearance contradicts his behavior.
In contrast, the blue beneath carries an entirely different emotional register. Blue is commonly associated with detachment, control, and emotional distance, and at times with sadness or emptiness. Here, it implies something colder and more deliberate, a restrained cruelty and a depth he keeps hidden from immediate view.
Together, these colors form a visual manifestation of Tamsy’s character. This is not a conflict between good and evil, nor innocence and corruption, but a conscious choice to act as he does. The coexistence of blonde and blue reflects his willingness to operate behind a mask while fully understanding what lies beneath it.
Nooo! It's not boring. Sure it's common but it all goes to the content of it right? So, my beautiful pookie, with your ingredient I shall make an excellent dish for ya, something I've never seen anyone do for Tamsy Caines before...
Which is The NSFW ALPHABET💕
The template is not my original idea! It's been reposted so many times I failed to find the og creator of it ;^;
+18 Content warning MDNI
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NSFW alphabet /w Tamsy Caines
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
- After you both calm down from the climax, Tamsy becomes a different man. He gives the BEST aftercare as if he didn't wreck you to oblivion. To make up for last night he makes sure to kiss you repeatedly on your face, pampering you with affection down to your neck and body. He'd offer you water to clear your throat or buy you any food you craved. The difference between Tamsy from during sex and after sex felt so bipolar. As his eyes went over your bruises and dark spots on your neck and body, he would, without even a stutter: "Who gave you those? That would be a problem to hide from everyone else..." as he presses his finger against that hickey in question. You were exhausted, sore even, and him still taunting you only made you wanna hit him with a pillow. Speaking of pillows, he loves having pillow talk with you. Lets him know he gave you a good time, or maybe some..."suggestions" for next time. But most of all, it's just an ego stroker for Tamsy. You decide rather to entertain him on that or not.
Cuddles. Cuddles. Cuddles. He would hold you so tight arms refusing to loosen up. Letting you know how good you felt and that he had the best sex ever(and he'd do it again, harder).
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
- His favorite body part are his hands and fingers. You don't see them often because of his long sleeves but when you do they are so expressive. He loves how they look when they hold up your chin, forcing you to look at him with those eyes. Even holding your face before leaning in for a hot steamy kiss. He is so touchy with you—very touchy. Hand on one of your beasts, hand on one of your legs on his shoulder, hand holding, two fingers into your mouth sucking on them...you name it. He loves seeing his hands or fingers on several places.
As for his favorite partner's body part, he loves more than one. Thighs? LOVES them. Your chest? LOVES them. Your belly rather it's chubby or flat? LOVES them. But since that's such a basic answer because obviously Tamsy will love all of you, he loves your neck. He likes to kiss on it a lot, even bite with the intention of leaving marks on your skin. He can nuzzle against it or even whisper sweet words as he pleasures you. He especially loves wrapping his hand around it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
- He likes to keep it one place, makes it more erotic that way. The mess stays on the bed, inside you or in your mouth. If he's really feeling himself, which is all the time when he's with you, he'd cum on your stomach or the side of your cheek when he climaxes. If you want it all over your face, be my guest, he'll do just that. He'll warn you ahead of time when he's close to the edge, just let him know where to fill you or spill you. He doesn’t mind making out with you after you went down on him, tasting himself on your tongue mixed with your saliva. He wants to make sure he appreciates all you've done for him, and he finds it pretty sexy and romantic. After that, it was like nothing happened on that bed—or couch. He makes sure he doesn't leave evidence of the "crime scene" behind. You both shower together to wash off the rest of those hours, but doesn't mean you won't forget every detail of it.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
- He likes to voice record you without you knowing, he doesn't have a specific reason why but he wants to listen to those moans and how he made you feel. And no one will know about it, not even you. It's his own dirty little secret. He likes to listen to it mostly during evenings and does it arouse him? Sometimes but he never wants to touch himself. He rather relieves himself by being with you. Or maybe just not acting upon it at all. He feels alot more calmer after listening to them.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
- Tamsy doesn’t have his virginity, that I am certain. He knows what sex is and how it's done. But I feel like he isn't too experienced about it physically if that makes sense. He has alot of knowledge about sex and pleasure in his mind. Like come on, he buys PORN MAGS for Semiu that tells you everything you need to know. Not that he goes through them(I don't think he's that interested in knowing what's in them anyway). He has brought books, out of curiosity, that has a number of sex scenes in the novel. He prefers reading it than the book having pictures of naked women or men fucking. It doesn't help much to visualize.
He loves to experiment with you—in a good way. There's just something about learning your body, what arouses you, what turns you off, what makes you hit your climax faster or the power he has over edging you(since he knows your weak spots) that turns him on. He loves to observe your expressions when he gives you pleasure...unbreakable eye contact. When you moan or whine, he talks you through it the entire time. "I know darling, you want me to go further" or "Feels amazing huh? You are trembling under me", He studies your expressions...a lot. When you tell him how much it feels good he'll lose his mind, it's a confidence booster. Despite his lack of practical experience, he is willing to learn.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
- Any position where he can hold eye contact with you and see how your expression changes. Though his most favorite is definitely the cowgirl position, because he can watch as you pretty much bounce on him, and his hands on your ass as he helps pick up the pace. He doesn’t mind being under you if it means seeing all of you grinding against him. It turns him on even more seeing how much you could take him and tower over him. You tend to feel embarrassed when he keeps staring like that but he makes sure you're comfortable.
He also likes the spooning position, only when he feels lazy or tired but is craving you. He'd love to hold up your leg as he thrusts into you, even teasing your clit to add onto that pleasure. And then third place as his most favorite position is the classic missionary, self explanatory itself. He wants to see everything as you get lost in the pleasure.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
- Not 100% serious but also not 100% goofy. Tamsy tends to tease you alot and even laughs during sex. He is serious about giving you a good time of course but sometimes his playfulness takes over and he can't help himself. He starts to lose his seriousness the more pussy-drunk he is, just intoxicated by pleasure. A moment doesn't pass until you laugh because of what he says. So moments with him are just fun and still intimate.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
- When his blonde hair match his eyelashes too, his hair down there is blonde as well. He prefers to shave it off completely. Because of his scars I don't think he has any body hair or they tend to grow extremely slow or not at all. So I don't think he's ever had a body hair problem that much. That also applies to his crotch area.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
- Extremely intimate with you. You were the only person he was able to be vulnerable to and all he wants is to show you gratitude and love for all you've done for him. He will not stop kissing your neck or sharing a tongue kiss as you both were reaching the edge. He will grip onto you so tight he doesn’t want this to be over just yet. He keeps eye contact with you because he wants to see if he's doing it right, and if you show signs of pain or discomfort he's always quick to ask if you're okay or want to stop. He's such a smooth talker, he'll tell you how much he loves you so damn much and how hot you look—everytime. Shit, you might be the best thing that happened to him in his rather boring or bland life. He's intimate even when he's rough, and after you hit your climax he becomes even more gentle with you as your body is very sensitive and sore.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
- Mutual masturbation turns him on. He loves you watch you pleasure yourself imagining it was him fingering you down there. It's even more arousing if you both came at the same time. Now, when it comes to a solo act...he doesn’t get as sexually frustrated as you. He does have some restraint to not touch himself missing you. He prefers if you help him with his...problem. But sometimes restraint just makes it more unbearable to hold back. He has touched himself at the thought of you at least once or twice but he'll never admit it to you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
- Orgasm control: He loves the power he has over rather you can come or not, and teasing the he'll put of you only causing you more frustration turns him on so much.
Bondage: He loves seeing you tied up and allowing him to do whatever he wants with you. Even vice versa, he loves getting tied up and letting you have his way with him. It's time you got that revenge and leave him a whimpering mess.
(There's also implied ones I've mentioned on previous letters so I won't go too deep lol)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
- Classic location he loves doing it is the bed. And then on the couch which is also common. He loves doing it against the wall, anywhere as long as you're both standing. Even when he's sitting on the chair. In the shower or bath, you name it. There's alot of favorite places. His most favorites are definitely in the shower, somewhere closed off and abit semi public if he's really feeling himself. Like the closet of cleaner HQ.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
- Your communication with him. He gets a little anxious if you're quiet for too long. Tell him to not stop, to go faster, let him know if you're close or want to switch positions. Communicate with honesty on how much it feels good, because if you're lying he's going to catch on quick and wouldn't like it if you hid the truth from him. What gets him going is making sure you come first before he does, or at the same time if you want him to. He's such a service dom. But that doesn't mean he can't let you dominate either, he can be a cocky sub sometimes. But once you hooked him he'd beg for you to make him come.
"I don't want to tame you, love. I just want you to break the way you break me... And then put you back together"
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
- Ironically, he doesn’t want to inflict too much pain that gives you permanent bodily harm. That's not the type of sadist he is towards you. He likes to edge you, tease you and make you beg for him to go further. If you, for example want him to cut a part of your skin, he'll switch up real fast. He feels uncomfortable at your suggestion. He doesn’t mind putting his hand around your neck, not to choke but hold it gently or you wanting him to go faster and more rough. He doesn’t mind that kind of pain. He thinks of you as something precious to him, something he doesn't want to inflict his destructive tendencies on.
What turns him off is an impatient partner. He hates it even. If you want him to hurry up it'll only kill the mood and he'd stop continuing completely. Unless, something urgent came up he's not gonna speed up the pace and make you come before you go. He would leave you wanting for more, he is always gonna take his time with you. Besides rushing to the finish line, if you give him a handjob and your pace is so fast and uncomfortable it's not satisfactory. His aim for having sex with you isn't just to reach the edge, he considers it a moment or hours of getting closer to you intimately. That being said, if you are a starfish during bed and expect him to do everything in bed he's not going to continue being intimate with you much longer. He wants you to pleasure him just as much as you want him to please you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
- He loves to receive it alot more. Especially when he feels stressed sometimes that instantly improves his mood. His mind forgets for that moment what he was annoyed about or thinking, probably the one of the fastest ways to cheer him up. Tamsy would also hold onto your head or patting it, encouraging you.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't like to give it to you. He pretty much does and goes all out. He loves to see your legs tremble or you whining when he holds you in place. He also loves it when you sit on his face, makes it alot easier for him he says. Tamsy encourages you to grind on his tongue, making full use of that mouth and tongue of his.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
- When he's slow he's mostly does it to get you even more sexually frustrated, that teasing bastard. He completely goes inside of you and then slowly pulls out again, and again, then—his pace goes alot more faster this time. You wanted more. He now does it at normal pace, and then goes as fast as you want him to. He can be rough, like spanking your ass or thrusting into you to hit that spot. His pace changes alot, it's not consistent. He doesn’t want to be too fast because he doesn't want this to end too quickly. But if it does happen when you tell him you're close, he tells you to hold it in even longer because he is not finished with you. Not yet.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
- Tamsy is not a fan of quickies. Just the rush to the finish line doesn't make it satisfactory at all. He's a patient man, and loves to take his time with everything. Rather it be his next course of action to tease Rudo or having sex with you after missions, he prefers the process more than the result. But, if you're into it, he can be convinced. Just not very frequently.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
- Tamsy is open-minded to anything, he likes to experiment on whatever because you won't know if you like it until you try it right? Risk-taking does arouse him, doing something risky with a chance of getting caught fills him with fear and excitement. And if someone suspects something, he could just gaslight them into thinking they're crazy.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
- Tamsy is hiding alot of unused energy. Just because he doesn't do much doesn't mean his stamina is low. I think it's pretty high. He can do 4 rounds tops, and can go further even when he's tired. It just lasts for hours with him, up until the early dawn and that's when he pulls you against his chest as you both fall asleep together.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
- He didn't own any toys until he became more sexually active with you. He did once try a toy on himself, out of curiosity. It worked...alittle too well.(It was a vibrator) When he's with you, he likes to use it more on you than himself since it arouses him seeing you fall apart even more under him. His favorite combo is using the vibrator on your clit while he's taking you from behind. An added bonus when he does it in front of a mirror too. He doesn’t own alot of toys mostly because he can indulge you just fine and there's no problem regarding his sex life yet. It's still exciting and enjoyable.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
- Tamsy is a monster when it comes to teasing. Every chance he gets, he'll make sure to frustrate you. He wants to make sure you're begging and pleading for more. He LOVES depriving you first before giving you whatever you wanted. You become just as desperate for him like he's desperate for you. You can only think about how to get revenge for what he's done.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
- He doesn’t hold back at all, and sometimes kisses you passionately to muffle his sounds. He can be...moderately loud, but can hold himself back when he's getting too noisy. He curses in between moans, and even whimpers. When he's getting closer that's when he gets louder, arching his back as he reaches over the edge.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
- Tamsy is into BDSM. He's that much of a freak behind closed doors. With your approval he would get excited to try different stuff on you...or you doing it on himself. He likes to get tied up just as much as he likes tying you up. He's abit of a sadist so he'd gently bite you every chance he gets or spanks you. Do I think he could also be a masochist? A little, I think he likes abit of edging torture when he's tied up and only you can entertain him or tease him.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
- He has a Prince Albert piercing down there but the reason he got it wasn't for what you might think. He simply thought it was cool, and that it matched him aesthetically with his piercing under his bottom lip. No one wasn't meant to see it anyway, so he thought of it as a private accessory. The other benefits he forgot about when he got it was how sexually stimulating it felt. It was arousing when his cock tightened around your walls, and the thrusts into you was a burst of pleasure on top of the existing one. It's also beneficial to you too. Hitting all the right spots and a good way he could tease your clit before going inside you. Protection was never a problem, he could wear the condom just fine and doesn't tore during it. The risk was higher but he is always careful.
Size? Girls let's not lie to ourselves. He doesn't have a monster under there. That's an exaggeration. But it also doesn't mean he has a small one. He's around the averages. To be specific, around 5,3 inches when he isn't hard and when he is it can grow up to 6 inches. Girth probably around 3,9-4,7 inches respectively. He's very secure about his size.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
- Below average to low before he met you. Sex is not something he is interested in or prioritizes. So after he had sex with you for the first time it increases drastically. And because he never felt this content when he decided to indulge in intercourse he wants to experience it more. That makes him have above average sex drive but he can learn to control himself...unless you tease him too much he might go higher. Just be sure that you grinding up against him has serious consequences.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
- Tamsy is never sleeping first until you do. Calming down from the climax and just falling asleep after that is therapeutic, and he wants to witness it everytime. He wants to see your flushed and tired face before going into slumber. Then, he'd gently caress your cheek before going to sleep as well.
