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⤷ Tamsy x gn!reader, toxic relationship, tamsy being toxic, not proof read
❤︎ Tamsy wasn't the most warm lover. Not by a long shot.
In public or around other cleaners he treats you with a polite, clinical distance. The physical affection was non existent, with the exception of the few times his delicate hands would cusp your lower back and guide you to through the doorway or maybe he'll take your hand through a particularly suffocating crowd. But again, those were few and far in-between.
And sure you knew what you were getting into with Tamsy but, you couldn't lie and say it didn't claw at you a little. So when Riyo showed you a trend that seemed like a sure fire-way to get his attention….well.
"You're such an asshole! you don't care about me, you never did! I could go get killed by a trash beast right now, right in front of you and you wouldn't bat an eye would you?!"
you spat, all the vitriol that you could muster spilling out into that one little line.
okay. starting an argument with your boyfriend for the sake of a prank? Not the best, healthiest thing to do. However, you and Tamsy were far from healthy so you couldn't quite say it didn't suit you both.
You stood over him, arms crossed with your all face screwed up. riled up over an argument that neither of you could remember. However what was Even more frustrating was tamsy's stupid face as he sat there on the couch. His head cocked to the side, making his icy blonde strands falling over his bemused expression as you tried (and seemingly failed) to get a rise out of him.
"Don't be like that angel." Tamsy cooed. His voice disarmingly soft, landing on your ears like soft silk.
Your mouth thinned out and stretched into a frown. "Like what?"
"Melodramatic." Tamsy hummed, devoid concern. "You know how I feel-"
You sharply interrupted. "I don't know how you feel! ever! that's the problem!" the blonde's eyebrows to shot up at your voice, the anger that had risen from your depths and as a by product, the corner of his mouth twitched in mild amusement.
Your eyebrows furrowed in the way the always did whenever you got pissy with him, You turn on your heel, facing away from him. Your eyes quickly dart around the small, sterile room. zipping around for a few seconds before landing on your keys, discarded and forgotten about on the coffee table. You trot over and snatch them up so fast their metallic bodies echo off the walls. and just as quickly start towards the door.
You look over to tamsy, who is as ever composed and unbothered with your little game, just sitting there, eyeing you while sipping on a cup of earl grey.
"we're done! And if I ever come crawling back, put me down because I must not be right in the head!"
Yeah…after that scene you really do have to commit. Hard.
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩
Tamsy for the first two-three days is normal. Annoyingly so.
The morning after you catch him in the mess hall, slumped on a little wood stool, legs crossed. When you pass by he smiles and nods like everything's fine. Not the smallest hint of distress in his porcillen features. As if it would all blow over and you'd be all on him again. Even when you speed past him without a word his face doesn't falter!
The most you get out of him is soft sigh before he goes back to satisfying his stomach. Which, naturally, pisses you off more.
after those initial days though? His demeanor switches.
Not drastically. Maybe he'll stand a little closer to you than normal, Never touching you but getting close enough. Never standing next to you but always a few feet behind you. His eyes trained on the back of your skull when you weren't looking and when you spoke his eye's would linger on you a little longer than necessary.
And if you ever caught him (which you did, more than you'd like. It's stupid the way something so simple could make your stomach flip with delight) he'd soften his gaze into something kinder as a thin lipped smile stretched across the lower plane of his face.
Hell towards the latter half His usual morning nods and smiles would become verbal 'good morning's.
But when you still don't come around? that's when thing's get a little more intense. Or maybe strange is more accurate.
Tamsy goes from eyeing you ever so often to practically looming over your shoulder. Even if you can't visibly see him you can feel his natural dull stare locked onto you. Which somehow only gets creepier when you can see him.
'You just need a push' he tells himself. One little push and you'd be right back where you belonged.
When you're lagging behind in a crowd he takes the opportunity to slither behind you, Letting his slender finger tips guide to junction between the base of your neck and your shoulder and then pulling you back against his chest.
"Angel," he began, practiced sweetness dripping from his voice like honey into the shell of your ear. "You've been avoiding me. Why is that?"
You shiver at the rough, pointed edges of his words, The undercurrent of irration Tamsy was unable to hide.
Your lips purse together, ignoring the flutter in your chest.
"You know why." You hissed, tearing yourself away from him.
Tamsy blinked a few times as he tilted his head dumbly. "Hm? is that right?"
"yeah. And you're not sorry one bit are you?" You gritted out.
"Sorry? What do I have to be sorry about? you're the one who got all worked up over nothing." He hummed.
God did he know how to press every little button.
Your mouth twitched and tugged into a scowl. "Of course you would think that….Y'know I deserve better than this. I deserve someone who actually gives a shit."
"Really? and who would that be?"
"Clearly not you. You haven't done anything for me despite be a complete and utter asshole!"
Tamsy takes a few steps forward, rounding around till your face to face. "And just when I thought you couldn't get more embarrassing." he sighed.
"All you do is whine and complain about me, have you forgotten that I'm the one who saved you. Have you even considered where'd you be without me?"
Your eyes widened at his words. A sense of dread filling you the more he spoke.
"You're real lucky, considering everything." He continued. "If I was a much cruler man, I'd probably left you by now."
A sadistic smile crossed his features as you stood there stunned. "But…If you really think I'm that awful. Go ahead. Find someone else."
When he leaves you with those few words, your game is practically over. After a day, maybe two, you're right back in his doorway. Your eyes heavy and dark with irritation.
Tamsy's waiting for you on his bed. Brushing through his dual toned locks, in the mirror.
You stumble froward a couple feet before collapsing onto his lap. Your arms slide to his waist, pulling him in to your body heat and burying your face into his stomach.
Another snide remark rests at the tip of his tongue, eager to be let out and dig deeper into an open wound; but it comes to a halt at the sudden wetness on his skin. Your tears.
"I'm…I'm sorry." You choked out weakly, Your voice nearly a whimper.
Slowly, a hint of a smile took the place of Tamsy's harsh words.
"Sorry? Sorry for what angel?"
"sniff– I'm sorry for—"
Tamsy quickly interrupts you with the chastising click of your tongue. "ah— c'mon darling, a good angel knows how to repent properly. Look at me. You're a good angel aren't you?" he cooed mockingly.
His index and his thumb slipped to your chin, forcing your attention up to his eyes of pale gold.
His smile widened as he saw your bleary, wet eyes, staring up at him.
"I'm sorry for messing with you..I was just joking. Didn't mean 'nothing by it…." You muttered pathetically.
His hand reached up to the back of your head, scratching your scalp as you spoke.
"Mm…I suppose you're forgiven. But you understand now right? I didn't mean to get so blunt with you but it really is the truth, I mean look at you now."
Tamsy flipped the mirror in his hand, shoving it right in your face so you can admire your burning tear streaked face.
"Who else could deal with this? No one."
the mirror drops to the ground with a light thud. With Tamsy's now freed hands, he grabs you by the waist and tugs you onto his lap. Your back pressed flush against his chest, as his other hand tilts your head towards himself, leaving you stunned.
Tamsy leans in, and for the first time in what feels like forever, presses his lips to yours. It lingers for a bid. Letting his venom infect you, dragging you back into web.
Tamsy, per usual, is the first to pull away. Moving downwards to place a peck onto your throbbing pulse before finally resting on your shoulder.
"That's why I was so upset when you tried out your prank. If I didn't care then why would I put up with you?"
"I dunno…I was being stupid I guess." You murmured.
Tamsy chuckled. Carefully, he lifted his finger and jammed his index to your temple.
"uh-huh. Silly little angel. What would you do without me?"
gender-neutral reader. no use of y/n. subtle tamsy warning, he's weird but it's not too crazy. morning cuddles. established relationship/situationship. wc1k
[here on ao3]
Tamsy’s room is sparse. He doesn’t over decorate. He has his shelf, his bedside table and jinki, and a painting on the wall that came with the room, along with the standard issue dresser. His bed is comfortable though, that’s the part that you’re most familiar with. It’s one of the safest places you know.
You press your nose to the space between Tamsy’s shoulder blades. He had turned away from you at some point in the night. It’s a little unusual for him, he often holds you close during the night, so close that it feels like you’re being suffocated.
Now that you are awake, you want that closeness back in a smaller dose. It is too early for talking, however. Tamsy has not stirred yet, and you aren’t inclined to start the day if it means getting out of bed. He isn’t quite a morning person unless he has to be. You share the same sentiment.
Tamsy’s shirt is warm where it brushes against your nose. You inhale slowly, breathing him all the way in. He smells like fresh laundry and something you can’t place. Smoke? You don’t think he smokes, you haven’t seen him smoking anyway, but he spends enough time with Enjin that the constant smell that clings to the other man might have jumped ship onto Tamsy.
His hair is loose and pools next to him on the pillow. If you’re not careful, you’ll get the long strands in your mouth. It happens more often than you would like to admit.
You close your heavy eyelids again, having only stirred to locate Tamsy. Now that you have him, you don’t want to continue to stay awake. You listen to the sound of his slow breathing and try and match your own to his. You like to feel synced up with him.
Just as you’re beginning to drift back off into the hazy half-asleep state that you crave, Tamsy stirs. You hear him exhale fondly, and then he’s turning over to face you. You make a disgruntled noise at the movement. You were comfortable.
Tamsy ignores you. He doesn’t even open his eyes as he shifts to slot you tight against his chest, his arm coming up to wrap around your waist. He pulls you impossibly close to him. Like this, you can hear his heart beating as evenly as his breath. His hair tickles your chin and cheeks.
“Tamsy…” you mumble, voice heavy with sleep, “your hair.”
“Hm?” Tamsy doesn’t budge. He does this all the time. He acts like he’s acknowledging you, and you know he’s only half listening. Humoring you, in a way. He knows you know, and knows you know that he knows. Really, it’s a pointless cycle and complaining doesn’t get you very far with him. That doesn’t mean you’ll stop.
You shake your head slightly, dislodging the pale strands from where they lay over your face. You only half succeed. Your hands are trapped against Tamsy where he all but has you pinned to him. Pulling on them proves futile.
You huff quietly and turn your face into the pillow. You can feel the last strands finally slide away from you.
“Do quit moving,” Tamsy says. His voice floats through the room with the musical lilt he has.
“Your hair is in my face,” you tell him. You’re still mumbling. If you speak any louder, you’re afraid you will break the cozy atmosphere and the day will have to start. The curtains keep some of the light out, but you can feel the bright warm streaks that slip through the window as they stream over your arms. The golden light bleeds out over the blankets.
“Is it?” Tamsy asks. He sounds sleepy himself, voice light and aimless. You know he isn’t going to move to help you get his hair off of you because that would mean he has to let go of you. For some reason, he can’t bear the idea of not practically holding you like a teddy bear while he sleeps.
You wish he would sleep with his hair up. A braid or two would be wonderful! He would look cute and you could sleep in peace. The one time you brought the idea up to Tamsy before bed, you woke up suffocating in his hair.
You had woken up in a panic, hair in your mouth and covering your nose, the strands wrapping around you like a dozen snakes. Tamsy had woken up to your distress, caught in his arms and unable to help yourself. He had helped you untangle yourself from him, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he was enjoying watching you as he patiently stroked your hair to put you back to sleep.
You hadn’t suggested tying his hair up again. You don’t think he did that on purpose, why would Tamsy intentionally upset you, but you don’t want to jinx it by trying again.
Right now, Tamsy hums when you nod to confirm that yes, his hair is in your face yet again. He doesn’t say anything more as he lifts his arm off of you. Your brows raise in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to let go of you even for a moment.
Tamsy’s fingers brush over your jaw, pulling his hair off of you. He lifts his head to tuck the strands behind him before he goes right back to holding you close. His arm curls around your waist, hand splaying possessively against you. His palm is hot through your shirt.
He tucks his head down to press your faces closer together. You feel his nose press to your cheek. You keep your eyes closed. Tamsy doesn’t seem inclined to start the day either, so you’re perfectly happy to continue to waste the morning in bed with him.
In this position, you can hear the way his heart beats close to your ear. The steady rhythm is your lullaby. You curl your fingers against his shirt, some of the only movement you have room to do, and start to drift back to sleep.
You can feel the ghost of Tamsy’s smile where he presses against your cheek.
ᵎ!ᵎ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ . . . tamsy likes candles. well, he likes the way the wax melts.
there's a cool breeze that remains as a constant in the rooms within cleaner hq, mainly due to the lack of insulation.
it sweeps over your skin and caresses your exposed skin, causing you to shiver, your thighs closing to conserve body heat as you lay on tamsy's sheets blindfolded. you can feel his warm fingers tying an expert knot, binding your wrists together to the head of his bed's frame above you. the blue ribbon tightens comfortably and just before he can admire his delicate work of ribbon that decorates your wrists, he slides two fingers in between your skin and the ribbon to assure himself it isn't too tight on you.
it had been your idea to try this out, and given that he could never really deny you anything, he was willing to fulfill your fantasy like the doting boyfriend he was.
a calm smile is present on your lips when you feel the back of his fingers glide over the expanse of your soft stomach, his soft knuckles leaving goosebumps in their warm wake. you breathe softly and he watches your chest rise and fall in a relaxed manner as his knuckles trail to your plush thighs. he admires the blue satin that wraps around them, your skin spilling from the edges of ribbon despite him being careful not to tie it too tightly. your body before him is a work of blue ribbons and bows that he lovingly tied around your skin, it brings a warmth in his chest that he only ever feels so deeply when he's with you.
the tips of his fingers leave your skin to reach for one of the body-safe, scented candles you had taken the liberty of purchasing last week. he smiles upon remembering how nervous you were when you asked him if he would be willing to do this for you.
"its a floral scent.." he chimes as he grabs the lighter off of the table at the side of his bed.
"mhm," your foot nudges your ankle, feeling the ribbon that decorates your skin. "there were unscented ones too, but i liked those more."
"it's pleasant."
you hear the sound of the lighter flicking on and you bring your thighs together in anticipation.
"if it gets to be too hot for you, let me know, alright dear?"
"of course," you nod, letting him sit in between your parted thighs as he lets the wax drip off and onto the skin of your upper abdomen.
the warmth of each drop of wax contrasted with the coolness of the room and your back lifts slightly from the sheets as he marks your body in the scented, purple liquid wax. he hears you sigh softly when draws the flame of the candle near your skin, watching your reaction intently as he lets the warm wax decorate the skin untouched by his blue ribbon.
his free hand massages the wax onto your skin before it melts, resulting in the wax smudging over your soft stomach. if you could see yourself now, you'd be the human equivalent of the painted walls of canvas town. you were a work of art in its most purest form; from the stretch marks that embellished your hips and your breasts to the blue ribbon he liked to wrap you in, and now even more so with the purple wax that accompanied the blue satin surrounding your skin.
there were no words spoken, there usually ever were.
not because neither of you wanted to speak, but because this act in and of itself was conversation alone.
its not long before the skinny candle is reduced to nothing but liquid.
"they burn much too quickly.." he murmurs reaching for another one to light it.
".. i figured they would," you speak softly, "that's why i bought a lot of them. i wasn't sure when i'd come across them again, especially with how scarce flowers are around here.."
he thinks that perhaps you'd take a liking to the candles on the sphere, but he keeps his lips sealed. you don't know anything about that, and frankly you don't need to.
not now at least.
he hums and trails the second candle over the valley in between your breasts. your breath hitches upon the warm liquid that veers over your skin and around the undersides of your breasts. a quiet moan leaves your lips upon feeling the wax drip atop one of your nipples, his thumb massaging it into your skin afterwards. it was intimate and to allow him to do this for you was an act of trust.
it wasn't inherently sexual in the same way that letting him tie knots around your skin was devoid of sexual intent. however, teetering on the edge of what was sexual and what wasn't became an art that the two of you were quite the experts on.
you were in for an eventful night, but you didn't mind it.
after all, he would never leave you unsatisfied.
.
.
.
ᵎ!ᵎ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ . . . m.list
note: wrote this because i kept seeing knife play and bondage in tamsy smut but never wax/temperature play which is highly underrated imo; anyway, i hope y'all enjoy this, fuckin freaks (affectionate) <3
I saw your post about wanting an idea to write for Tamsy, and I have one that maybe is angst...
hello there sunshine! hope you are doing well <3
you can ignore if ya want, no pressure.
my idea is that the reader is also a sadist, but instead of being an empty cup from emphaty or symphaty (I forgot how to write right) actually tries they best to not be like a demon around, and do the righr things even that go away is an option, like, the reader saw one of the cleaners crying? they can be more sensible and in a delicate way, use the rational side to resolve and embrace instead of simple pat-pat in the back for not knowing what to do.
follows the line of "I know I can kill, but life seems so much precious" type of thought, I think is a high contrast with him.
another thing! with both of them being sadist but only reader really being an angel, they arent air head, they also highly aware and conscious, what turns down right impossible for Tamsy to manipulate or try something, after all, the reader not only dont care but also can protect in different ways whoever they can, reader knows how to do the same thing, thats why is impossible to be under a spell.
I hope you liked the idea and srry for this being HUGE, but I wanted to express the best I could this idea.
hope you have enough sleep, a good meal and a warm hug😻🤍💙 XoXo
to be illusive *ೃ༄
pairing *ೃ༄ tamsy caines / gn! sadist! reader
fic type *ೃ༄ oneshot
tags *ೃ༄ angst if you squint, reader is a functional sadist, manga spoilers
summary *ೃ༄ hiding things from tamsy usually never works out well.
note *ೃ༄ deadass this was so hard for me to write because i was unsure whether to write reader as a sadist or a psychopath because i feel like a lot of what was mentioned in the ask were traits pertaining to psychopathy rather than sadism (or both?) but i hope this is satisfactory, if not, i'm really sorry TwT !!
masterlist *ೃ༄
One of the most common human traits seen in people, is the tendency to drift towards people who act similarly or share the same ideals.
It was the reason so many cities on the Ground thrived despite the wasteland of garbage they stood on. It was the reason for which many of those at Cleaner HQ felt so at home with one another; The reason for which the teams worked so well together and did their jobs efficiently enough to actually yield results — It was the reason for which Tamsy was so enamored with you.
See, unlike the average Cleaner, your loyalty to the organization and its cause was a farce.
From what he had observed, you were a walking contradiction. You listened intently when others spoke, you comforted those who cried and you offered a helping hand when you sensed it was needed. To the passive onlooker, you'd look like a dutiful, helpful member of the Cleaners.
To Tamsy, you looked like nothing but an actor.
He knew it, because he was the same.
His words of comfort to Rudo were always just ways to deepen their relationship so it would hurt more when Rudo discovered the truth, and when Tamsy listened to those who felt comfortable enough to rant to him, it was simply an act to make him seem like the reliable and painfully kind member of Team Eager he pretended to be. Every movement of his was callous and calculated — there was not one second of his time that went to waste.
And of course, there was a possibility that you meant everything you did; That you had some sort of mushy reason for being everyone's shoulder to lean on.
But there were a few things that kept him from thinking that to be the truth.
One: On high-intensity missions where feelings were guaranteed to be at an all-time high, you always seemed to make decisions with a rationality that wasn't natural for someone who was regarded with warmth — even the most reliable people had their breaking points, after all. You, however, lacked a breaking point when it came to your emotions.
Not even the most dire situation would get you to freak out or at the very least make you sweat with fear, much to his dismay.
Two: There wasn't any genuine warmth in your actions even when they were the epitome of what warmth was to the average person. You could lend a close hug to Dear Santa whenever he was anxious during a mission and you could try to uplift Zanka when he doubted himself too much — but there was always an initial stiffness in your hug and a hesitation in your breath whenever you spoke.
All of it lacked a certain soul to it that only Tamsy was aware of as far as he knew.
And finally, Three: You tried too hard to act human. He knew this from the emptiness in your expression whenever you were by yourself. Despite how much others asked of you — you never once seemed to want for anything. You didn't get angry with people, didn't cry when you were anxious or fearful of something; You were blunt whenever you weren't trying to be warm and as much as you tried to be a help to others, there was a lack of passion behind it that he noticed very quickly as someone who was generally drawn to passionate people.
It was after noticing these three things that he realized: the contradictions surrounding the façade you demonstrated to everyone else could only be the result of a poorly hidden secret.
And so, being the curious person he was, he began to linger around you more than usual.
So much so, that when it became almost impossible to see both of you apart, Enjin, Gris and the others began to speculate that you two might have had a thing going on. While the two of you denied it any time it came up, He'd be lying if he said it didn't work in his favor despite how annoying Enjin could be about it, since it allowed for an excuse to be close to you and figure you out for himself.
And figure you out, he did.
Although, he didn't exactly mean to find out when he did
You see, on the way back from the desert No Man's Land Penta, he hadn't noticed that you were looking out the window from the seat behind him, which led to you inevitably suspecting that Tamsy may have had something to do with Amo's disappearance once it became known that the Raiders knew little to nothing about what had happened to her.
To be truthful, you weren't going to ask.
But your curiosity won you over.
So, here you were. Alone with him in the hallway while the others were winding down in the common room after a mission. Tamsy offered to get drinks for everyone from the kitchen and seeing the opportunity to be alone with him, you decided to follow along.
"You know, I could've brought it to you by myself, it's really no problem." A pleased smile is on his lips as he glances at you beside him.
"I know, I just.." A sigh eases from your lips, "I had something I wanted to ask you."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I meant to ask back when we were in the car, but the encounter with the Raiders left me pretty beat, so.."
He hums in acknowledgement as he holds the door to the kitchen open for you. "Well, since everything has calmed down now, what did you want to ask?"
"It's nothing too serious, just.." you say as you follow him to the fridge, "Do you normally let Tokushin's thread unravel after missions?"
"Hm?" His eyebrow quirks up at you as he takes a few glass bottles of beer out of the fridge. "What do you mean?"
You lean against the counter beside the fridge with your arms crossed, "When we were coming back from Penta I noticed that there was a thread unraveling from your sleeve in the direction of Amo's tower. I thought it was strange since I haven't really seen you do that so, I thought I'd ask."
He narrows his eyes, "Are you trying to imply something?"
How interesting, you think to yourself. Someone as kind as Tamsy would have.. no, should have brushed off your accusation. Instead, he was cutting straight to the chase. "No?" You lie, feigning innocence to get some sort of reaction out of him. "I just wanted to ask. After what happened with the Raiders and Rudo, it seemed like they didn't really have anything to do with Amo disappearing.."
"And you believe that I had a part to play in it?" He stands to his full height with the bottles in his arms, towering over you. If his intention was to intimidate you, it only made you fight the smile you were holding back on the inside. He was usually so calm and collected.. so to see him so worked up over a simple question was certainly a treat.
"You're not exactly denying it." You shrug as you take a few of the bottles off of him to help.
"Let's say I did do it," he puts the bottles down on the counter beside you before cornering you between it. Your back arches awkwardly as you avoid being face to face with him. "What exactly made you think you were safe confronting me like this, hm? Are you naive or just that stupid?"
Ignoring his insult, you smile and ask, "So you did do it?"
"Yeah." He confirms, "What are you going to do about it?"
"Uh.. nothing?"
"What?" He deadpans.
"I'm not going to do anything." You say as you raise the cold bottle of beer in your hand and lay it against his neck. It causes him to hiss and he temporarily lets up, just like you expected. You get out from underneath him and take more of the bottles from the counter, heading towards the doors of the kitchen to head back to the celebration.
"If you're not going to tell, just what was your goal in asking at all?"
"You're smart. I'm sure you'll figure it out." Your lips curl into a smirk before you leave the room completely.
After that night, the interaction kept circling through his mind like annoying ass sheep that wouldn't leave him alone. Clearly, you weren't as warm as you let everyone else believe you were. So in a way, you were the same as him. On the other hand, that smile.. It was as if you were taking pleasure in the fact that he didn't know neither your thoughts about it nor what you would do.
In his momentary lapse of annoyance that night, he believed that he could always simply kill you himself to take care of the aftermath with ease; He could make it look like an accident without any hesitation, however.. Waiting to see what you would do seemed to be an enticing option.
And so, you lived to see another day.
It was a feat to find out where Amo was, but eventually, Rudo found her. You were there with the rest of the group to find her, anxious to see just how Tamsy would handle this obstacle in his road. As much as you tried to not give into your sadism, you allowed yourself to drop that whenever it concerned him specifically.
In some weird way, he had become an outlet for your sadistic tendencies.
"Amo, do you know who did this to you?" Rudo's voice shook with worry and anger as he looked upon his friend who lay debilitated on the hospital cot.
"Amo doesn't remember much.." She spoke softly, her voice tired after the tiresome events of the day. The Information Broker had been able to tell Rudo where she was being held, much to his relief. When Tamsy appeared out of nowhere just before they were going to enter the runes, everyone was a little on guard.
Everyone except you.
You were laughing internally at how easily his mask could have slipped if he wasn't seen as the laidback yet reliable member of team Eager. Truly, his acting skills were on par with yours, but unlike him, you didn't feel pleasure upon seeing others suffer.
Well, you did — just not when it came to those who were close to you.
For now, your biggest pleasure was thinking of how easy it would be to tear down the image he so meticulously built for himself.
Amo speaks up again, "But she does remember seeing.." Your eyes subtly move over to Tamsy who's too busy looking at her. "A long haired.. woman." Given that you were already looking at him, you catch the sinister smile that appears on his face for a split second.
"Are you sure?" you asked the girl, seeking to ruin the blond's fun.
She nods weakly.
"Mm.." You glance over at Tamsy and he's already looking at you through narrowed eyes.
He straightens up, "Perhaps you'll gain more of your memories with time and adequate rest."
"I agree." you chime.
After the moment passes, Tamsy and you somehow end up being the only ones in the room with Amo. Seeing as she's fallen asleep once more due to the meds in her system, he speaks freely.
"Do you get joy out of this?"
"I do. A hundred percent." You snicker as you stand beside him while he's sat on the chair
He scoffs, "So, let me get this straight — you won't expose me, but you'll allude to what I'm doing in front of everyone else?"
"There's no fun in exposing you," you admit. "But I'm also not going to sit idly by, especially not when it's so entertaining seeing you lose your cool."
"Mm." Tamsy hums to himself with a newfound smile on his lips. "Is this why you always hesitate?"
A beat.
"..hm?"
His lips curl slightly into a smile as he glances up at you, "I know what you are — what you feel." You stay silent, letting him go on. "You thrive on the suffering of other people. That's why your tender actions towards everyone else feel so empty to you — You just like being needed."
"I don't thrive on their suffering," You meet his eyes for a tender second. "Just yours."
He chuckles, "That doesn't exactly change the fact that you're every bit as twisted as I am."
"I'm not," you sigh and push yourself off of the wall, "I may not feel as much empathy for those closest to us, but I'd rather live my life knowing I helped them instead of making their lives a living hell for my own enjoyment." You walk to exit the room, leaving him alone with his own thoughts as you go on with your day.
That day, you made a statement about morality that frankly, he couldn't care less about. You somehow harbored the same sadistic urges as he, and yet, you chose to filter yourself for those around you regardless. In part, he had been correct to suspect that your actions were a façade — but his mistake lay in the fact that he was wrong to assume you would give into your urges.
However.. you did seem to enjoy whenever he was inconvenienced.
Realistically, he should have felt threatened by your mere acknowledgement of his actions. He should've felt anger that you chose to teeter on the edge of the truth whenever he deliberately lied to cover his tracks. Instead, he was quite entertained with it.
He loved the thrill of the game.
And so did you.
After all, that was why you never told a soul about what he did.
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note ; this contains manga spoilers so don’t read this if you’re not all caught up lol
warning(s) ; none, just fluff!
tamsy caines is a man who always seems to be a few steps ahead of everyone around him, someone who hides behind a facade of kindness and patience in order to keep others — especially his fellow cleaners — off the scent of who he truly is and what he’s actually capable of doing. and even once you become his partner it will take a very long time for you to get to see beyond the mask that tamsy wears, and unless you’re particularly perceptive you may just never end up completely understanding and knowing the man you’ve committed yourself to
(which, naturally, tamsy would prefer to be the case — not out of a lack of trust, because he wouldn’t be with you if he didn’t trust you above anyone else, but because things are simpler this way and the last thing he needs is unnecessary complications getting in the way of his grand plans)
given the choice he will never completely open up to you about his interactions with the sphere and his investment in rudo’s growth and potential, but once you’ve been together for a long enough time he may start to hint at what he’s done and why he is the way he is. he’s still very intentional about what he shares and when, but this is his version of vulnerability and despite how calm he appears as he’s speaking it took a lot of careful deliberation and planning his words out before he finally came to you and opened up
while he can be very casual about physical affection with you, tamsy prefers to keep any and all pda to a minimum — unless he feels the need to passively stake his claim on you in front of someone that he deems is getting too close, or touchy, or flirty with you. when you’re alone, though, he’s not nearly as picky and will let you do whatever you want and will reciprocate unless he has something important that he needs to work on (at which point you will be gently removed from his person and encouraged to go entertain yourself elsewhere until he’s finished with whatever it is he needs to do)
his favourite places to kiss you are your lips, your palms, and the tips of your fingers — and while he isn’t particularly fussy about where you kiss him, he can’t deny that he quite enjoys it when you kiss him on his scar or anywhere on his neck
a solid 90% of the time he will just call you by your first name, or whatever name you choose to go by in your daily life, and he’s happy for you to call him the same in return. but every now and then he will call you something a bit more affectionate, like ‘my dear’ or ‘my love’, either to catch you off guard or just because he’s in a very good mood for one reason or another
yes he will let you play with his hair, but only when you’re alone. and he will be restyling it himself into his usual look when you’re done if he has somewhere else to be, so don’t get too attached to any braids you make
he absolutely pushes you to improve whenever you’re together — though, naturally, the methods he uses to encourage and facilitate your growth are much more gentle and gradual than those he used for rudo. and this is the case even if you’re not a giver, or just not someone who goes out into the field with the cleaners, because he wants you to be able to reach your full potential no matter where your strengths happen to be
he hides it pretty well when you’re together, but he does have quite the jealous streak and whenever he deems someone a threat to you or to your relationship he has no qualms with using every underhanded method at his disposal to either mentally break them and force them to back off, or to just straight up kill them in order to remove them from the picture. you, meanwhile, get to remain safe and blissfully ignorant as to exactly what your beloved boyfriend was doing during his last minute trip into town
Y’know (obviously I haven’t read this in it’s original language so I could be wrong on this read) but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone else use the word “litter” including Tamsy from this point forward (I’ll keep an eye for it on this re read) so I’m wondering if like “Litter” is more a Spherite word like more specially on the posh side and Rudo was genuinely just surprised to hear it on the Ground because to me it’s a very English word. At the same time, Trash and Garbage and Dump would all be American terms so like less posh if that makes sense…. Much to think about??
Litter is probably a word most used on the sphere given that they're familiar with the act of throwing things away/ still keeping their city clean and not leaving trash around the city, aka littering
in tamsy's eyes, what the sphereites do when they dump all their trash on the ground is litter because he sympathizes with those on ground, or at the very least, is able to understand that what the sphereites do is wrong.
meanwhile, to the people on the ground its a normal occurrence and to the sphereites its simply seen as 'getting rid of waste', not littering.
it certainly does feel posh but its pretty on-brand for him given who he is and the meaning of the word in regards to the sphere
it's subtle at first, controlled. more tongue than teeth. he draws a strip of sheen on the surface to ease your worry.
his teeth find their role when your eyes close in comfort, your breaths find no reason for haste as you tangle your fingers through platinum roots.
it's just enough to startle you and send your complaints to his eardrums—an indignant spew of his name followed by your nails poking his scalp—but the kiss he lies sedates you. it brings out a warm hum that replaces the tension in the room.
this goes on for days—days to weeks. weeks to months. teasing your skin and watching it divot around the peak of his canines. watching you squirm and writhe under the pressure of uncertainty on whether or not he will succeed in piercing his teeth into your scalding flesh.
and he does, eventually.
the point of his tooth digs through the supple barrier and he wastes no time lapping at your blood. starving for metal. pink lips stained deep burgundy, it makes him feel pretty.
he gazes up at you, steadying himself on his elbows with his hands cupping your waist. your unwavering grip in his hair marks your disdain, your throbbing exasperation. and all he has to offer is a feigned apology with red teeth.
he sucked at your skin when you pricked your thumb once. you didn’t tell him you pricked it either. his pupils dilated the moment he saw you, his nostrils flaring as he smelled the air between you, before landing at your dressed thumb.
he slurps at the bead of blood, lips pursed around salty skin, his tongue looping around to tickle your nail fold. you’ve never seen him so…zealous. and it should worry you. it really should.
being tamsy's gf who is usually so calm and collected, the quiet one who always observes and smiles as you nod, giving few words when responding to someone.
but whenever you drink, you become the clingiest little thing to him and tamsy absolutely LOVES it. all you can do is mutter about how much you love your tamsy, that you think he's the prettiest ever, that you wanna marry him, tearing up a bit as you start to hiccup over wishing how you could just lock him up in your basement so no one else but you could talk to him.
and it's honestly terrifying how he beams at that, fawning over you for how much you love him while the others are a bit shocked at how the usually put together girl is sounding so unhinged when inebriated. oh, but tamsy doesn't care at all, he's egging you on to tell him what you'd do to him while locked away for just you to play with
summary *ೃ༄ you lie to him about what a certain phrase means in spanish.
note *ೃ༄ my bad to my latine peeps who don't speak spanish, i'm central american so thats what i wrote </3 based on this thread xD ALSOO thanks to those of you who inboxed me with ideas, i'm having sm fun writing them >:3
masterlist *ೃ༄
It had been a slip of the tongue.
You see, for almost the entire day, August decided to consult you about your measurements regarding your new Cleaner's outfit ever since your other one had been damaged on the mission at Penta. You knew he meant well, but one person could only take so much yelling in their ear before they blew up.
"Ya cállate la jeta!" you shouted upon hearing your name spoken for the nth time today.
"Huh?"
Wait. You turn around, only to see that it was your boyfriend that had been calling you, not August.
"What does that mean?" He was curious. Of course he'd ask.
"Uh.." Your entire face heats up, completely embarrassed at your previous outburst and to safe face, you told him stupidly: "It means 'I love you'….."
"Oh." He smiles, "I thought you were angry."
"No of course not…. I could never be angry with you…" You laugh nervously, "What did you need?"
After that, you thought that he would have forgotten about what you said (frankly because you hoped he would). Unfortunately for you, you were dating the most observant man in the faction of the Cleaners, so there was no way he'd forget something as sacred as a phrase of love in your own native language.
You had been in the common room with Enjin, Gris and the other adults, nursing a beer while a party was going on. You didn't think that Tamsy would join given that he seemed to have been tired from the mission, but to your surprise, he was sat beside you just after an hour since the party started.
"You're here," You say, planting a kiss on his scarred cheek as he settles down beside you. "Gris was just telling us about one of his old-man stories from way-back-when."
Gris rolls his eyes at your comment and Enjin laughs which prompts you to comment, "What are you laughing at, Enjin? You're basically the same age as Gris."
"Hey! I'm two years younger so technically not an old man yet."
"Are you calling me old?"
Tamsy watches amusedly as the two bicker over your comments. He wasn't the type to be bold with his affection in public so he'd never say 'I love you' in front of others, but he was feeling a little lovesick after the entire week that he'd barely been able to see you. So, he leans in close to you and murmurs, "Cállate la jeta."
You nearly spit out your drink upon hearing him say it so sweetly. You turn and whisper, "Que, que?"
He looks at you with a puzzled expression, ".. It means 'I love you' does it not? Did I say it incorrectly..?"
It's then that your mind flashes back to that moment that you told him what it 'meant' to save face. "Oh! Um.. about that.." You snicker, "Don't be mad, okay?"
"What does it mean?"
"..It means 'Shut your mouth'."
And it would have been funny, seeing him deflate in front of you, if it wasn't your fault.
"You're telling me.. I just told you to shut up?" He deadpans.
"Look, I'm sorry! I thought you were August when you called for me and I accidentally told you to shut up, I didn't wanna hurt your feelings so I just.. lied.."
"You're evil." he says with a forlorn expression, taking a fork and eating a piece of cake that sat on the plate in front of you.
"What's wrong with him?" Enjin asks, seemingly done with his mini-argument with Gris.
"Nothing.." You both tell him at the same time.
Enjin shrugs and continues on speaking with the others. And like that, the party continued until the hours of the morning. You ended up quite drunk that night, so Tamsy escorted you to his room that night, thinking it better than leaving you in your room by yourself in such a vulnerable state.
After you'd changed into some of the clothes he'd lent you, you found yourself in bed with him holding you from behind.
You held one of his hands that was around your waist and drew lazy circles over the skin of his hand. "Te amo," you murmured.
"Hm?"
"Te amo," you repeated softly, "It means 'I love you'."
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it's subtle at first, controlled. more tongue than teeth. he draws a strip of sheen on the surface to ease your worry.
his teeth find their role when your eyes close in comfort, your breaths find no reason for haste as you tangle your fingers through platinum roots.
it's just enough to startle you and send your complaints to his eardrums—an indignant spew of his name followed by your nails poking his scalp—but the kiss he lies sedates you. it brings out a warm hum that replaces the tension in the room.
this goes on for days—days to weeks. weeks to months. teasing your skin and watching it divot around the peak of his canines. watching you squirm and writhe under the pressure of uncertainty on whether or not he will succeed in piercing his teeth into your scalding flesh.
and he does, eventually.
the point of his tooth digs through the supple barrier and he wastes no time lapping at your blood. starving for metal. pink lips stained deep burgundy, it makes him feel pretty.
he gazes up at you, steadying himself on his elbows with his hands cupping your waist. your unwavering grip in his hair marks your disdain, your throbbing exasperation. and all he has to offer is a feigned apology with red teeth.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ . . . headcanons of tamsy with a latine! gn! reader.
spoilers for gachiakuta/tamsys personality.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . Given that the ground holds a lot of different people from a lot of cultures, Tamsy finds yours interesting since he doesn't get a lot of that on the Sphere, where everyone is pretty much divided and punished for their individuality.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He admires the inflections in your tone when you speak your native language (he also ragebaits you at times just to hear your native language come out when you cuss him out, it's funny and adorable to him); He will 100% pick up some phrases from being around you so much.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . If you like to sing songs with your native language, he's definitely lurking around just to hear your pretty voice. Despite the fact that he wouldn't understand much, he thinks there's beauty in simply being able to hear your emotions through your voice.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He's a fan of your baking and cooking. That man is there with you in the kitchen every time you decide to make something; Whether you're making drinks or food to eat, he offers his help and memorizes the recipes of his and your favorites.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . Tamsy isn't much of a dancer, so he'll rarely be up and about if you accompany Semiu and Enjin to the club, but he is mesmerized by your movements when you dance. Whether its kompa, lambada, bachata, punta, etc., he loves watching how intimate and skilled the dances are. If you offer to teach him, he initially declines politely and tells you that he's fine simply watching, but he'll take you up on the offer in the privacy of his/your room :) (he's shy /hj).
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . When you tell him something romantic in your native language and refuse to translate it just to see his reaction, he gets annoyed (and then he blushes internally when you translate it later).
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . If you have curly hair, he 1000% learns how to take care of your hair and how you like it done (he'll deadass learn to braid for you 'cuz he doesn't play about you at all). He's meticulous about his own hair so he enjoys days where you let him do your hair; it feels oddly domestic and strangely enough, he's into it.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He admires how passionate you are about preserving your culture on the ground through art, whether it just be language, dance or other art forms, he enjoys how unapologetically yourself you are — it's refreshing to him.
note: i say native language instead of spanish for my latine readers who don't speak spanish <3 :) i'm central american so i'm not very well versed with brazilian/haitian culture but i hope yall can feel seen too.. ><
imagine one day he comes up to you y te dice out of nowhere que te calles alv in the sweetest tone ever and then you’re like ??????? but he smiles so innocently and is like “it means ‘i love you,’ does it not? ^-^” bc bro genuinely believed you
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ . . . headcanons of tamsy with a latine! gn! reader.
spoilers for gachiakuta/tamsys personality.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . Given that the ground holds a lot of different people from a lot of cultures, Tamsy finds yours interesting since he doesn't get a lot of that on the Sphere, where everyone is pretty much divided and punished for their individuality.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He admires the inflections in your tone when you speak your native language (he also ragebaits you at times just to hear your native language come out when you cuss him out, it's funny and adorable to him); He will 100% pick up some phrases from being around you so much.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . If you like to sing songs with your native language, he's definitely lurking around just to hear your pretty voice. Despite the fact that he wouldn't understand much, he thinks there's beauty in simply being able to hear your emotions through your voice.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He's a fan of your baking and cooking. That man is there with you in the kitchen every time you decide to make something; Whether you're making drinks or food to eat, he offers his help and memorizes the recipes of his and your favorites.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . Tamsy isn't much of a dancer, so he'll rarely be up and about if you accompany Semiu and Enjin to the club, but he is mesmerized by your movements when you dance. Whether its kompa, lambada, bachata, punta, etc., he loves watching how intimate and skilled the dances are. If you offer to teach him, he initially declines politely and tells you that he's fine simply watching, but he'll take you up on the offer in the privacy of his/your room :) (he's shy /hj).
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . When you tell him something romantic in your native language and refuse to translate it just to see his reaction, he gets annoyed (and then he blushes internally when you translate it later).
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . If you have curly hair, he 1000% learns how to take care of your hair and how you like it done (he'll deadass learn to braid for you 'cuz he doesn't play about you at all). He's meticulous about his own hair so he enjoys days where you let him do your hair; it feels oddly domestic and strangely enough, he's into it.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He admires how passionate you are about preserving your culture on the ground through art, whether it just be language, dance or other art forms, he enjoys how unapologetically yourself you are — it's refreshing to him.
note: i say native language instead of spanish for my latine readers who don't speak spanish <3 :) i'm central american so i'm not very well versed with brazilian/haitian culture but i hope yall can feel seen too.. ><
imagine one day he comes up to you y te dice out of nowhere que te calles alv in the sweetest tone ever and then you’re like ??????? but he smiles so innocently and is like “it means ‘i love you,’ does it not? ^-^” bc bro genuinely believed you
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ . . . headcanons of tamsy with a latine! gn! reader.
spoilers for gachiakuta/tamsys personality.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . Given that the ground holds a lot of different people from a lot of cultures, Tamsy finds yours interesting since he doesn't get a lot of that on the Sphere, where everyone is pretty much divided and punished for their individuality.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He admires the inflections in your tone when you speak your native language (he also ragebaits you at times just to hear your native language come out when you cuss him out, it's funny and adorable to him); He will 100% pick up some phrases from being around you so much.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . If you like to sing songs with your native language, he's definitely lurking around just to hear your pretty voice. Despite the fact that he wouldn't understand much, he thinks there's beauty in simply being able to hear your emotions through your voice.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He's a fan of your baking and cooking. That man is there with you in the kitchen every time you decide to make something; Whether you're making drinks or food to eat, he offers his help and memorizes the recipes of his and your favorites.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . Tamsy isn't much of a dancer, so he'll rarely be up and about if you accompany Semiu and Enjin to the club, but he is mesmerized by your movements when you dance. Whether its kompa, lambada, bachata, punta, etc., he loves watching how intimate and skilled the dances are. If you offer to teach him, he initially declines politely and tells you that he's fine simply watching, but he'll take you up on the offer in the privacy of his/your room :) (he's shy /hj).
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . When you tell him something romantic in your native language and refuse to translate it just to see his reaction, he gets annoyed (and then he blushes internally when you translate it later).
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . If you have curly hair, he 1000% learns how to take care of your hair and how you like it done (he'll deadass learn to braid for you 'cuz he doesn't play about you at all). He's meticulous about his own hair so he enjoys days where you let him do your hair; it feels oddly domestic and strangely enough, he's into it.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He admires how passionate you are about preserving your culture on the ground through art, whether it just be language, dance or other art forms, he enjoys how unapologetically yourself you are — it's refreshing to him.
note: i say native language instead of spanish for my latine readers who don't speak spanish <3 :) i'm central american so i'm not very well versed with brazilian/haitian culture but i hope yall can feel seen too.. ><
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ . . . headcanons of tamsy with a latine! gn! reader.
spoilers for gachiakuta/tamsys personality.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . Given that the ground holds a lot of different people from a lot of cultures, Tamsy finds yours interesting since he doesn't get a lot of that on the Sphere, where everyone is pretty much divided and punished for their individuality.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He admires the inflections in your tone when you speak your native language (he also ragebaits you at times just to hear your native language come out when you cuss him out, it's funny and adorable to him); He will 100% pick up some phrases from being around you so much.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . If you like to sing songs with your native language, he's definitely lurking around just to hear your pretty voice. Despite the fact that he wouldn't understand much, he thinks there's beauty in simply being able to hear your emotions through your voice.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He's a fan of your baking and cooking. That man is there with you in the kitchen every time you decide to make something; Whether you're making drinks or food to eat, he offers his help and memorizes the recipes of his and your favorites.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . Tamsy isn't much of a dancer, so he'll rarely be up and about if you accompany Semiu and Enjin to the club, but he is mesmerized by your movements when you dance. Whether its kompa, lambada, bachata, punta, etc., he loves watching how intimate and skilled the dances are. If you offer to teach him, he initially declines politely and tells you that he's fine simply watching, but he'll take you up on the offer in the privacy of his/your room :) (he's shy /hj).
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . When you tell him something romantic in your native language and refuse to translate it just to see his reaction, he gets annoyed (and then he blushes internally when you translate it later).
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . If you have curly hair, he 1000% learns how to take care of your hair and how you like it done (he'll deadass learn to braid for you 'cuz he doesn't play about you at all). He's meticulous about his own hair so he enjoys days where you let him do your hair; it feels oddly domestic and strangely enough, he's into it.
˗ˏˋ𖤓⋮ . . . He admires how passionate you are about preserving your culture on the ground through art, whether it just be language, dance or other art forms, he enjoys how unapologetically yourself you are — it's refreshing to him.
note: i say native language instead of spanish for my latine readers who don't speak spanish <3 :) i'm central american so i'm not very well versed with brazilian/haitian culture but i hope yall can feel seen too.. ><
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So in the last few hours, I have seen several very vocal “fans” online mad that Gachiakuta hasnt killed off any of their characters enough, apparently:
*Eishia, the HEALER and only cleaner (so far) with HEALING POWERS, shouldn’t have healed Gris
*Riyo shouldve let Jabber sacrifice Zanka to the artificial trash beast
*Rudo should have left Follo to die from his wounds on the edge of the mountain
*Lily should have let Gountess, her childhood best friend, and the man who means the whole world to her, explode from the bomb on his chest
*Kyoka and the Hell guard shouldve left Enjin to bleed out from his neck wound
Because according to them, those deaths would make the story “more mature” and “raise the stakes” they want Gachiakuta to go down the route of AOT, JJK, and Game Of Thrones where they will kill literally anyone, character development and story potential be damned.
Hot take: but this is a purely childish, edgy, brainrot way of looking at how to handle death in storytelling.
i feel like people have gotten way to used to characters dying and are just mad that gachiakuta isn't following in the footsteps of hajime isayama 😭😭
people fail to realize that gachiakuta as a whole, is not the type of story where people just die to 'further the plot' like in jjk and people hate to see that which i personally just think is stupid because there is no valid reason for any of the deaths mentioned above to happen
death isn't the only way to further the growth of the protagonist and if you think so, you lowkey might wanna check if your name is tamsy caines 🎀
hai hai hello i just wanted to apologize if my thing I said about muse tamsy made you uncomfortable in any way i was not aware you are ace IM SORRY !! 😔
also i think ur user jume is so cute my handle on other apps is jime we are kinda twins >o<
hii!! it didn't make me uncomfortable dw !! i'm pretty sex positive when it comes to things like that and i don't always think of things like nudity as inherently sexual so its no problem :)
and thank you! i think it's cute how we're almost twins in that aspect >< !
