♡Rae♡

You felt his eyes on you before you saw him. Just like any other slow day at the shop, Tamsy was feeling completely and utterly bored with the lack of clients. And every time without fail he comes to bother you at the front desk in order to entertain himself. While he was approaching, you quickly glanced at him before shifting your focus back on the monitor in front of you, making sure the schedule for next week was up to date. Unlike him, you had work to do and no time to deal with whatever nonsense he's brewed up this time.

You continue to ignore him when you feel his shoulders rest on the back of your chair. He peeks over your shoulder at your screen with a pout before speaking.

"Seems like someone's hard at work."

"One of us has to be," you retort, typing in a couple of tattoo appointments on the shop's shared calendar that you had gotten calls about earlier in the day.

A beat of silence passes before the piercer speaks up again.

"Have you ever considered-"

"No, Tamsy, you are NOT giving me a christina."

"What? That's not what I was gonna ask at all! ....Are you sure you don't want one though?"

"Very."

He huffs, spinning your chair around so you have no choice but to face him. He straddles your lap, plopping down so you were now both eye level before he says what he came here to say.

"You'd look very pretty with your nipples pierced, don't you think?"

"You're not piercing my nipples," you say firmly, causing his pout to deepen while he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

"But why not? Do you want me to do mine too? We could match!"

"I've already let you pierce me SO many times on the clock and every single time you don't know how to behave. So the answer is no."

He gasps with mock offence, clutching his imaginary pearls before batting his eyelashes at you.

"I am very professional. Name one time I was misbehaved."

"When you gave me my tongue piercing and begged for a blow job immediately after. My belly piercing last winter that you nutted on when we got home that day. My back dermals; which hurt like a BITCH getting the jewelry in by the way; that you insisted I needed to be bent over your bench for so you could-"

"Alright! That's enough," he sighs, resting his head on your shoulder, turning so that he was facing your neck. "...Those back dermals look great on you though."

"Yeah, I'll give you that much," you respond, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Another beat of silence passes.

"Sooo can I pierce your nipples? Please?"

He's looking up at you through his white, long lashes, eyes pleading in a way that made it really difficult to say no to him.

"Tamsy..."

"Come on, pierced nips taste like house keys and baby there's no place like home!"

"What!?"

The absurdity of his statement had caught you way off guard. That was probably one of the craziest things you've heard him say since you even started dating, causing you to laugh uncontrollably. Someone as prim and proper as himself making a statement that wild was enough to make anybody laugh.

Once your giggles died down he looked at you expectantly, reminding you of the reason you were having this conversation in the first place.

"...Fine, but you do NOT get to touch them before they're healed. I mean it, Caines!"

"Mmm, no promises."

“Of course it is, it’s an object.”

“An object that does my bidding,” he corrects. He wishes you were the same. He’ll get you there eventually. He can’t wait to memorise your expressions.

You feel the staff and the harsh wool slide up along your leg, just shy of your pelvis.

“Wait a second…”

You feel his hand shift. He holds onto the larger part of the distaff, keeping the thread tightly locked around the cage. The small handle taps once along the bone, harsh and hard.

You try to close your legs. You manage with some success before he pries them back open and slots his hips in the middle. The bed dips with the added weight.

He stares at you almost like he’s bored. His free hand creeps from beneath your thigh and loops upwards until his fingers find the skin along your hip below your panties.

To this, he looks displeased. “Why do you even have these on?” He tugs once at the fabric. His lips pull to the side. His fingers are skittish, wildly feeling the expanses of skin he’d otherwise never access. Your stomach pools beneath his touch. Your thighs lock around his waist, desperate to just close so you can get up and leave.

“You’re not serious, right?” you ask nervously.

“About?” His thumb presses to your clothed clit. He grinds down, careful not to let his nail snag on the fabric. It catches easily against malleable flesh he wants to ruin.

His thumb then dips around the hemming of your panties and slides curiously until he’s pulled the fabric to the side. He almost laughs at the glitter pooling around your hole. You visibly clench once exposed, and you grit your teeth.

Something cold slides along your navel. It’s solid, like wood.

You bark out a cry, “That’s enough!”

“I haven’t even started yet,” he says. “Just relax.” The rounded wooden tip of Tokushin’s handle presses gently to your clit. It circles the bundle once, twice, three times, then again and again, and you realise he’s not teasing you.

He pushes down harder, angling left and right slightly until your hips eventually twitch. You let out a sob when he hits you just right. His free hand holds you down by the stomach. You can’t help but try to squirm. The ache is awful; the nerves fire up into your belly and deep inside. It’s almost painful. It’s a slow crawl to finish, and Tamsy only lets up just before you can cross the edge.

“See? Isn’t it lovely?”

You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or the distaff in his hands. You clench again. He removes his jinki for a moment before his thumb returns to rub gently at your clit, almost like a reward. Almost in praise of laying there and letting him have his way with you.

He’s not really looking at your face though. His eyes are glued to the glitter between your legs. It glimmers tauntingly, and his thumb slides easily to encompass the wetness pooling over your cunt.

You’re so easy.

He shifts for a moment. He flips his hair back with a quick turn of his head before he shrinks down and tastes the pad of his thumb. He almost drools before he lowers himself enough for a gander with his tongue.

He ignores, with effort, your swollen clit. His nose nudges unintentionally against it and you gasp. He needs you wetter than this, and he decides his spit will do the trick. His tongue glides easily against your cunt, tracing the rim of your hole with a dizzy groan. You reel your hips back to pull away from him, but he simply chases.

His fingers lock your thighs in place. Your legs ache from being held so far apart, and the humiliation almost outweighs the feeling of him utterly devouring you. His tongue is hotter than you feel.

Your cunt oozes with slick that he happily drinks.

He wants nothing more than to press his tongue deep inside and stay there for hours. He thinks he deserves it. He thinks the only way to get close is to have every part of him inside of you until he’s in your skin, and you’re one of the same.

His cock strains in his pants.

His brows furrow.

He refrains.

You’re hot. Your skin is on fire. The ceiling only spins. Tamsy is the only thing you can focus on, and how he pulls back every so often and you get a glimpse of his tongue flattening against your clit.

He knows it’s working. He also gets lost eventually when his hand works between his thighs. You’re slowly forgetting his intentions. You barely even register the handle of Tokushin twisting gently and coating in slick. He slides it over the rim of your hole. Maybe you just think it’s his finger; it’s certainly thin enough, but not nearly as warm.

Tamsy’s nose flattens against your pelvis as his tongue works your clit. You heave, hole clenching around the handle before he angles the instrument just enough to push in just an inch.

You immediately seize. The dull ache of his tongue becomes a needed distraction. He sucks gently and your thighs twitch open instinctively.

The ache grows worse. His tongue slides over your clit over and over again.

“Fuck,” you manage.

And it feels so good that you begin laughing.

Tamsy pushes further. The handle sinks deeper inside of you and you sigh in relief.

Ooh. Tamsy grins into your cunt.

It’s when the entire handle is inside that you squirm. The handle is cold and stiff. He twists it gently and you jerk.

“That’s…”

Tamsy pulls back. Experimentally, he pulls the handle out slowly.

You hiss when he pushes the entire length back in. You reach downward and try to shove him off with gritted teeth, but Tamsy jerks his wrist backwards and wretches the handle out of you completely. You tense up as his tongue abandons your clit.

One of his hands splays out on your hip. You stiffen in retaliation, ready to bark out at the premise of him pushing down and pinning you to the bed. He crawls up to your hips, then your waist, then both of his hands push down eagerly on your shoulders.

You huff and his hair blows out of your face.

You can see his grin in the low orange dim of the lamp.

“You look disappointed,” he observes. “Am I not good enough?”

“No…” Your chest strains beneath your shirt. “No, you’re good.” You feel small beneath him. “You’re great.”

He breathes sporadically. His breath hits your face in waves. His pupils are blown out, and his eyes dart frantically across every lift of your eyebrow, or every twitch of your nose, or the slight tremble in your lip.

Then, his smile drops.

“Do you love me?”

You blink, completely stunned by his question. “What?”

Tamsy looks expectant. “I love you.” His eyes widen at his own confession. There’s a shaky grin on his lips, open mouthed and almost too large for his face. His teeth are covered in spit, and a glimmer of saliva escapes the corner of his mouth. “A lot.”

You shift beneath his weight on your shoulders. Sweat covers your neck and every delicate piece of cartilage that weaves into your collarbone. The flesh is littered in pink and purple.

“Really?” you ask.

Tamsy hums. He’s still staring. He leans downward slightly. One of his hands abandons your shoulder to tap the yarn strewn around Tokushin against your cheek.

“I love you,” he reaffirms.

“I…” The handle of his instrument is sparkling in the low lights of your bedroom. “I love you too…”

“Oh.” Tamsy freezes. It’s like the entire world stops for a moment, and he stares through you like he can see every interaction of your veins. Like he could reach beneath your flesh and twist until every line pulled free from its place.

You hear nothing but the creaking of the bed when you shift, and the unsteady breathing emitting from his mouth. It’s so shaky you worry he’s not getting enough air.

“You okay…?” you whisper to him.

You can barely see his face.

“Hey…” you utter.

“Hi,” he responds. He bites his lip so hard it bleeds. The pain is enough to snap him from his stupour. He wants your knuckles embedded onto his flesh. He wants to burn black and blue from all the love you can promise him. “I’m okay.”

“Show me what she can do,” you say quickly. You reach upwards and cup your hand around his instrument. “You said she’s good, right?”

Tamsy doesn’t respond.

You think you’re trembling.

Tamsy’s eye twitches. Jealousy surges hot in his veins.

You screwed up. You stiffen immediately. “What can you do, with her?” Your hand jerks from his instrument to clasp his hand. Your fingers slot between his, and your forearm pressed to his own. You feel his crinkled sleeve that you’d snipped at with your teeth to tease him, and the outline of one of your bracelets he wears. “What can you do to me?”

Tamsy swoons and his nose nuzzles into your cheek.

Tokushin trembles in your grasp, and her strings whirl first around your wrist and his, gathering tight until your fingers feel fused to his. He keeps your hand locked with his. He wraps his other arm around your waist beneath you on the bed.

It's very likely that Tamsy is an important figurehead on the Sphere, where we see him walking down a long pathway connecting to a massive, regal building intricately designed and full of grandeur. Upon zooming in, you can see Tamsy missing his labret piercing and holding a satchel in his left hand. He does not appear to be happy. While this apparent lack of emotion may simply be a design choice, it seems to hold more cadence to his disdain for the Sphere and all its rules. And we can assume he travels on the Ground for a number of reasons; to spy, to manipulate, but mostly -- to cause Rudo to break out of his shell, as directly stated to the audience in the manga. Perhaps Tamsy wants to see humanity transcend? Have Rudo be the catalyst that destroys Ground and Sphere? We don't know, but we do know he has a warped sense of duty and seems to (very obviously) mix up immoral acts as "love." Who is Rudo to Tamsy? An experiment? A relative? Both? Either way, it all paints a very interesting picture as to Tamsy's own psychology.

If he is indeed a human, I'm of the belief he was brainwashed young and severely abused for questioning the flow of things up in the Sphere. Now, let me preface, this does not excuse his actions, merely explains them. The scars on his body and missing half thumb lead me to believe he was a curious, rebellious kid who asked too many questions and got into things he wasn't supposed to. His vital instrument and dislikes section makes me curious if he doesn't have mommy issues but I digress.

Pre-Relationship

So, contrary to popular belief, I do think Tamsy is indeed capable of love. It’s kind of his whole thing, so even if it definitely wouldn’t fall in a healthy category, he’s a very emotional person who would be devoted and even obsessive.

But first, they have to get his attention. And getting Tamsy Caines’ attention is the last thing you want to do.

As fun as it is in theory, a quiet and naive little mouse is fun to chase, sure, but Tamsy craves a bit more stimulation than someone who is oblivious to who he is. While he prides himself on his persona of a kind and thoughtful teammate to the Cleaners, he secretly snickers at just how dumb and clueless they all are.

He has a hunch that Corvus and Semiu know, but he shrugs it off— it makes the game more fun.

He’d hate for anyone to know who he is or what he’s done, but at the same time, the thrill and idea of it fills him with glee. He’s a very complex and conflicting person— I do think the duality his design represents with two colors also plays into this.

He has suppressed Inner Tamsy — his true self — for a long, long time. He’s used to putting on a kind, regal face (likely taught to him on the Sphere), while rolling his eyes inwardly and desiring nothing more than to give into his whims and rebellion. He’s anything if not patient.

When someone comes into his life and silently questions everything he’s known, he freezes. Whether or not you actually know or show your hand of cards, he’s immediately intrigued. He’s terrified and thrilled, elated and disgusted.

It’s even better if you leave breadcrumbs that you do know his secrets; in which, for anyone paying attention, it isn’t hard to feel Tamsy’s eerie gaze or the fact there’s just something off about him.

It’s funny because you have absolutely no idea how much you affect him. Or maybe, you do, either way— Tamsy all but spirals. He abhors it, he loves it. If you are kind and show genuine interest and care about him despite it all, he sneers at it inwardly, but there’s the faintest hint that hmm.. maybe you are also being genuine? How interesting.

As stated, he’s been misunderstood and claims he no longer needs pity or is above such emotion— but you drag that genuine desire to be understood out of him again that it’s impossible to ignore.

He’s going to be kept up at night, wondering when the right time it is to use his book on you. But he’s fighting you see; he absolutely loves the push and pull, so to erase your memories would undo all of that and end the game prematurely. Ultimately, he decides you’re a liability… but you’re his liability. His…. His, his, his. Hmm. The idea grows on him.

In his bed at night he grips his chest and lays awake when he has nowhere to be. You torment him, truly. And you have no idea. It’s gross how much you cause his emotions to be so turbulent, can’t you just stay go away like the rest? Why don’t you look at him with disdain love and reject accept him for who he is and what he’s done? He really, really doesn’t get you… and he does doesn’t want to. He slowly starts to realize just how much he hates loves you. And you’re none the wiser.

It’s not long before a flip switches in Tamsy and he nearly attaches him to your side. On missions, in groups, in town. You will be by his side. He’s already made sure of it. You don’t get a choice, so take responsibility for gaining his attention.

Relationship

A relationship means vulnerability, it means letting someone see all the shards you have holding you together and letting them decide whether they stay or go.

Tamsy never wants to let anyone that close. Only arms length. Forever, if he could.

It’s a contradiction, as usual, to how he behaves around you. Yes, he does see you as a liability he must keep a leash on, so of course he’s not letting you leave his sight. But at the same time, you’re a catalyst to intense feelings he quickly becomes addicted to. Sweets, thrills, rebellion… these all blend together with the stimulus you provide by simply existing in his life.

He’s weird and seems like he wouldn’t be jealous, but well… he is. Severely. He is not above killing those he views as a threat, particularly if they make you uncomfortable or threaten your safety. He doesn’t like sharing his things, so don’t even bother to test him unless you don’t want to walk straight for the next week. He will very quickly correct you and each time will be more severe than the last.

Tamsy is clingy and physical. He constantly asks how you are, where you’re going, why, etc. He has you at his side with an arm around you frequently. He loves to wrap his arms around you from behind and nose at your neck— endearing and vulnerable, your carotid artery is right there for him to sink his teeth into. He loves tracing every pattern on your skin, memorizing your scent, your likes and dislikes, what provides you with the most intense emotions and he’ll push your buttons to get reactions. It’s cute, and gross, and funny. But he hates you and he loves you and you’re his stupid little toy he needs the upper hand on. Even if you constantly battle for control, show you’re his intellectual equal, he’s laughing and cooing at you that the two of you are perfect matches; but he’ll never quite view you as equal. Not like other people.

You’re equal to his freak, sure, you’re equal in gender maybe, you’re equal physically, emotionally, intellectually, etc. but he will never view you as someone who is just like him. In fact, he greatly detests the idea. But not out of an insult for you — he does not want to be with someone like him. For as confident as he is, he does hold much contempt for himself and who he is, alongside the actions he’s taken to justify the means to an end.

He wants you to be your own person, not pragmatic and messed up like he is. However, I do not believe it would take long in a relationship with Tamsy, sticking by his side and earning the faintest bit of trust, before he puts you on a pedestal above even himself.

Now, it will not interfere with his plans to push Rudo’s limits. You’re simply a side variable he keeps separate from his scheming; even if you know all about it. He did not think a distraction like you could ever be beneficial, but you do give him the reason to continue with breakneck speed.

In fact, what could be better than remaking a new world, gaining revenge, and watching where the two of you rule it together? He’s kicking his feet and sighing wistfully at the thought. He hates loves you so much ❤️

If Tamsy is indeed a prince or ruler of some kind, he even factors in the possibility of bringing you with him up to the Sphere, placating those in charge and declaring you as his spouse. It would solidify his position while further bolting you to him.

Even if you don’t agree with his ideals or methods, he throws it back at you: you’re still with him, right? And if you leave… well you knew the risks. It’s a funny thought to him; because it definitely won’t happen.

He will pin you against a wall, a bed, furniture, anything, and kiss you like a starved man. He shameless and loud and oh-so giddy to have you consume his senses as he devours your own. If he could meld himself together with you he would. He giggles and tells you that you aren’t going anywhere, that he’s all you need and throws back any argument you have for him with a calm, placating counterpoint. He’ll bombard you with physical affection and distract you endlessly each night until his name is all that leaves your lips if that’s what it takes.