#and maybe i was looking at a not so sfw picture at the time 😅

[ki-yuuu]

my irl friend called me an "Agent of Lust" because all I do is simp for jjk characters, but don't watch the show...which valid but damn 💀

[tenneseepsyche]

Welcome to my blog everyone!

🦁 ♾️ 🐺

Tennesee’s Psyche

DaddyDomAlpha

This is primarily a bd/sm style of blog. Here is a classic Novel 📕 & general Q&A for everyone. However, I would like to start out by saying I appreciate everyone who chooses to follow my life. I understand the value of time and who you are, so you’ll always have my utmost gratitude for everything you do. Asks, comments, messages, follows, and even something as simple as a like.

What?

There are many forms of bd/sm themes post or shared on here so it’s not for anyone under 18 🔞. Some range from sfw/cute & others nsfw/might disrupt some. I like what I like, scroll at your own risk.

What you may find:

General BD/SM, Dom/Sub, Slave, DD/LG(Not Age/Baby Play), Pastel & Goth Aesthetics, Humiliations, Adoration, Worship/godplay, Mind Control/Dumbification, Degrading, CNC, 24/7 TPE, Waifu, Hentai, Anal, Body Modification, Pet Play, Breeding, Ethical Poly, Hucow, Free Use, etc.

There are actually so many to name and they can be found here where I took the time to pick them all. My Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/5596928

Hard limits: Scat, Actual Abuse, Needles, Baby Play(To me dd/lg is not the same, think acting like a brat), etc.

What is the 🦁 ♾️ 🐺 ?

Lion 🦁 is named Aurelion. The Wolf 🐺 is Alpha (It’s his name idk why people think I go around calling myself an alpha like I’m hot shit…🙄). They are both cosmic creatures I cultivate into my psyche  as a representation on how my mind works. Think; same side of a coin 🪙, ying yang ☯️ or even (yes I know it’s fitting) my Gemini ♊️ sign. I choose to operate at a 80/20 I have always been an advocate for the belief: “From light comes darkness, and darkness light.”

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My Why?

This blog is a “darker side” 🐺 version of myself that I just am and do not choose to hide it. People can think what they want about it, however that doesn’t have any effect on me.

I want to be the best version of myself; mind, body and spirit. To let my light and dark side be seen by all. To help everyone I can, to be the difference I wish to see in this world. I believe that which is in my favorite quote: “…as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

So I want to use this blog and my skills in my life to help grow the community of people who wish for help or want to grow. If I can, I must, so I will! (Yes that’s an original Tennesee quote 😅)

Asks?

Regarding asks I will answer all the ones I can. If you wish to remind anonymous please do so, if not that is your choice. If you respectfully wish to just send a comment I will answer it with my utmost gratitude. You and your time is important to me and so are all the people who follow me.

#ask alpha #alpha asks #ask Tenn

Podcast

I do wish to start a bd/sm version of my podcast so I’m open to future collaboration’s and guests. My vision for it is to maybe even have guest on that I help in real time or special invited guests to just talk about educational things for people to listen, learn and grow from. So look for that in the near future and please tell me if you want this quicker (comment, ask, or PM)

General Content

Stuffieland Adventures: a short story series that is did/lg themed in a sense of getting people into their little space. I have many written, never posted and I wanted to also read them aloud. So look for that in the near future and please tell me if you want this quicker (comment, ask, or PM)

Ask Hour: For one of the hours of the day I answer as many asks as I can in rapid succession.

Live Q&A’s or Ask Video Responses: Exactly like what is said I go live and answer anyone’s questions live and in real time. And start doing video response for who maybe put the request for that type of response in the ask. I enjoy problem solving and helping others.

Pictures/w 🥵 Captions: Posting photos with spicy captions, one liners or even play style dialogue. Most of them won’t be my own images unless I specify they are. #not mine #my own work.

Helpful Questionnaires/Surveys/Books: I enjoy reading and writing. So creating helpful things for not just myself but for others. Example; My ideal partner (what to ask and answer for yourself to manifest and find your ideal partner)

Tags

#AurelionAlpha #TenneseeFafard #Tenn #AskAlpha #ClassicNovel #Definitions #Me #Past #DiscountLeo

Disclaimer!

This is my blog, it’s for me first and foremost. All I am actually doing is posting my life and what I like for everyone to see. If you enjoy this good you can follow me, if you don’t good follow or don’t follow me. That’s who are and in choosing to follow me you’ll get the Ra version of myself. This blog isn’t for people under 18. However I can’t control them viewing it so regardless I’ll still do my best to be a good example to everyone. I may make mistakes, I might say things I would like to have changed based on who I grow into, however I will always be unapologetically myself and I command that level of understanding and respect from everyone who is involved in my life at any capacity. I hold no responsibility for how this blog makes you feel, you are choosing to be here. If you were indirectly hurt by my me or blog you have my apologies. Those are not my intentions and I will always continue to do my best. I hope you’ll all be able to see that in what I do.

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Full disclaimer:

* This blog isn’t for people under 18. However I can’t control them viewing it and take no responsibility for them viewing it. Regardless I’ll still do my best to be a good example to everyone.

*I may edit this post at will.

[nrhshm]

Hi Nour! May i request a headcannon where reader is the exact opposite of mihawk (kinda like shanks) but he's head over heels for her? (: Thank you!

It's more of a scenario than a headcannon. Srry😅

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Mihawk's S/o being his complete opposite

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. S/o taken female

. Spoiler free

. SFW

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The clock striking 1:30 am, a loud crash shot the hawkeyed man awake immediately. He barely had time to register the fact that he had dozed off waiting for your return. Which you eventually, did.

A bottle of booze now in pieces, splattered on the entryway, with it's owner on the ground, darkness covering their features. You look up at the said man and a blushy grin overtakes your complexion.

"H-Hello DRACUOOLAA, here toooo... suck my blood?" You blurt out stupidly, the said "Dracula" deadpanning at your lousy state.

Mihawk furrows his eyes in frustration, already despising the idea of dealing with this a fourth time. He silently picks you up bridal style, somehow tolerating the strong smell of alcohol against his senses.

"Just how many bottles did you drink?" He's already aware of your annoying passion with parties, and with parties come heavy dozes of sake contests and games. And YOU- confidently knowing your victorious drinking record -participate in such activities.

"Oo! Oo! W-What do you call a blwood-drwinking deerww..?"

" *sigh* ... what?"

"Vlad... the Impala! BWAHAHA-!!" You cackle loudly at your so-called "pathetic joke". Mihawk ont the other hand, lets out a loud hopeless sigh knowing how stupid you sound. And maybe, MAYBE, if you had a clear view of his face you would have noticed his mouth corners slowly curving up.

Unknown to you, Mihawk finds your laugh pacifying, somehow. You've always been that one ray of sunshine illuminating the void in his heart, always laughing, smiling, so carefree about everything. Even the toughest things don't shake you, holding a motto to never act on things unless absolutely necessary.

Yet he never seemed to understand your approach. Someone once stole your wallet and you kept laughing about it for the rest of the day. It makes him worried sometimes, how careless things could get, and you'd be waving your hand in a dismissive manner, calling his behaviour "un-chill" and "grandma-like".

The raven haired halts at one of the hallway doors, putting his daydreaming to a stop. His bedroom door... The said man blinks several times. He's sure he was walking you back to YOUR room! Then how did he-?

"... Oi... Don't go.." You, now asleep on his back, tighten your hold around his neck. Mihawk's grip seemed to have loosened along the ride, in which he immediately secures you back before you fall off.

"Curse this." He mumbles, a bit embarrassed by the series of mistakes he's already done. As far as he remembers he's been a man of total composure, not a single mistake have been made throughout his swordsman years. It's only around you, YOU, that he manages to flunk up so clumsily.

Where you influencing him so much?

Mihawk lets out one last sigh, taking a break from his barrage of memories. He delicately twists the doorknob, and with a slight creek, makes it in.

He makes sure to place you as careful as possible, despite knowing how much of deep sleeper you are. Not to mention how soft and ravishing the bedsheets are, of the finest quality across the world, thus your entire body relaxes onto the matress, a smile creeping along the line of your lips. Now standing at the other side of the room , Mihawk watches you fondly, giddy feelings surfacing back again.

He loves you, surely there's not a single sentence in the entirety of the world's books that could describe his level of attachment to you. Back then he thought he'd achieved his dream, his purpose in life, everything was done after that. But then you came in the picture, his total COMPLETE opposite. Messy, rambunctious, carefree, expressive... you name it. To summarise, he found you darn annoying and an after-thought. Despite his dry treatment, you always stuck to the man, inviting him to toasts and parties that he never wanted to involve himself in. Your cheeky demeanor, and a stacky bonus of charm and beauty, he found himself lost in his own emotions.

Maybe this is what led him to that... unfamiliar situation. The term "Opposites attract" never appealed to him till now, and it just seems too good to be true. From an annoying loud brat, to a partner he couldn't have asked for any better.

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" My hopeless darling... just how much longer will you make me worry...?"

[unholyplumpprincess]

Hey Peach, would it be cool to get something with Wraith and her s/o going on a bookstore date please?? What sort of books does Wraith like looking at/picks up, does she playfully tease her partner for their taste in books, etc. I just love Wraith and reading a lot 😅 thank you and hope you've had a great day 💕

OFC!!!!!!! It's been so long since I got to write about my girl!!!!

!!!Though this post is SFW, this blog is not. Minors and ageless blogs plz do not follow, but feel free to reblog this post!!!

Warnings: Sfw, reader is gn

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Wraith both loves and hates the quiet. In times like being alone in her room with only her thoughts, she hated it, always trying to ensure a TV or music was playing at any given time. And in times like this, on a date with you to the nearby bookstore on Solace, she likes it. Especially with watching how you can be so content just sitting on the floor and thumbing through the pages to make sure you liked the book.

Wraith likes the poetry books all the way to the science fiction horror. Sometimes she grabs a book on astronomy, but her head starts to ring like no one agrees that that's a good idea so she puts it back. But, you always look so gleeful when she glances over at you. Happily on the floor, in your own world as you peek through pages of various genres.

"A children's book?" She pipes up one time playfully, watching your fingers skim over brightly colored and comically huge letters. How you smile up at her, perfectly content to even be looking at those pages.

"Nostalgia is a bitch," You remind her gently, "Besides, do you even have any memories of any kids' books? Maybe I could read you them!"

"Vaguely." She answers you, looking at how you peek up at her, clearly waiting for something more. Wraith can't help but crack a small smile. Helpless to your puppy dog eyes. "I'd like that, though. Being read to."

"It's a date!" And much like a flower, you perk right back up. Settling yourself into the children's section as you pick through and try to find her some of your old favorites.

By the end of the date, you've got two bags full of books. Varying from children's books to ones she knows you'll have sitting on your nightstand in a perfectly lined up row to read.

But later, when you two go home and she picks up one of the children's books in the middle of the night, she'd find a note you left for her on the front page. A children's poetry book with comically cute halloween pictures. 'For my spooky girl! I think you're really going to like page 35!'

And so she does. Skipping ahead to find a poem that reads:

The pumpkins grow round and huge,

The spirits boo, loud and large,

The full moon glows bright and big,

And yet, none could compare to,

How large my love is for you!

The noise she makes nearly awakens you nearby, but she covers her mouth to hide her smile. Glancing down and over at your sleeping face and how your lips twitch up into a small smile even in your sleep. Undoubtedly at having heard her giggle.

You're impossibly cute. Whether content on a bookstore floor or asleep in your bed.

An idiot. But her idiot.

Hers...

[damerondala]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 100!!!! *WOOOPWOOOP* 🥳🥳 so happy for you!!!! EEEEEEEEEE

I started going thru the prompt list and was quickly overwhelmed by the options so i dont really have preferences on the prompts sorry 😅😂 HoWeVeR, I would LOVE some Fives x Reader SFW angst to fluff??? Bit of a ... p-passionate make out maybe?? (But something i’ll still b able to reblog 😂)

thank you sister!! i love ya, bless you for requesting our baby fives lol i think im just going to choose a prompt from the sfw list, if that's okay! even though I slightly changed it lol oops enjoy, my beloved <3

Fives x GN!Reader + "I'll kiss you until I can't breathe."

It had been so long that you honestly were beginning to forget the little things about him. The way his nose would crinkle in a laugh at a silly joke you made, the way his shoulders moved in tandem with his hips as he strode through 79′s, the way he would lightly hum when you surprised him with kisses. Much too long since you had seen your Fives.

The gloom you felt in your heart was muffled by the feeling of his wet tongue playing in your mouth, his slightly scratchy facial hair tickling your chin. As much as you wanted to ask why had he been coming around less, it was difficult to form all your emotions into coherent words with the way his strong hands clasped around your waist, pulling you flush to him. You internally scolded yourself, why am I feeling this way? It had strictly been physical affection with him in the beginning, exchanging touches and moans behind the closed door of your dark bedroom. But that steadily turned into Fives surprising you at your work with propositions to go grab a caf, or maybe get some lunch, sometimes even bringing you small presents. 

"Saw it in that little gift shop down the street, reminded me of your eyes." He mumbled while clasping the small jeweled necklace around your neck. Desperately wanting to place a kiss on the back of your neck where the cold metal met your soft skin. But, he decided against it, feeling the stares from your work friends bore into the back of his head. He didn't want to embarrass you more than he probably already was, slightly regretting even getting you this.

The gestures filled your heart with something that was foreign, nobody had made your heart clench like Fives did, even if he wasn’t in the room, just thinking of him made you want to start looking at apartments with more room, something you two could live comfortably in, together. But every time you pictured a future with the soldier, you were filled with immense sadness. Because that's just it, isn’t it? He’s a soldier, bred for a war that didn't care about him, to the Republic he is just another number. In their eyes, he’s disposable. 

In your eyes, he means everything to you. 

All you could do right now to show your want--no, your need for him, was to push your fingers through his hair, your nails lightly scratching his sensitive scalp, coaxing a delicious gasp from him. It was quickly becoming too much to handle, your body remembering what these passionate make-outs led to made the heat in your belly become almost unbearable, but it was so hard to want to act on it when you felt so sad. Scared, even. 

You loved him. You loved Fives more than you had ever loved anybody in your life. And when he was gone for long periods of time with no real guarantee of coming back, you couldn't tame the sadness that bubbled in your chest. Or if he does come back, what if he didn’t love you the way you love him? 

You couldn’t take it anymore, your hands finding the fronts of his sturdy shoulders and gently pushing. Fives pulled back, unsure of why you were putting an end to his actions, is she getting bored of me?

“Wuh-what’s up, baby?” His hands slightly loosened their grip on you, allowing you the freedom to move away from his embrace, if that’s what you desired. Truth is, Fives was persistent, yes, but he never wanted you to feel unsafe with him. Which is what he was fearing more than ever in this moment because for the past few minutes your kisses didn’t feel as passionate as they usually did. 

“Fives...I need to tell you something.” Your voice, suddenly smaller than ever, gave away your fear of rejection from him. He gulped down his worry and whispered, “Are you okay?”

This was the straw that broke the Bantha’s back. The floodgates completely collapsed, now you found yourself sobbing and blubbering in his arms, telling him you were afraid of losing him and sometimes at night you couldn’t sleep because you were scared that he didn't care about you the way you cared about him. 

“I--” a choked sob escaped your lips yet again, head shaking from side to side, “I love you. I love you so much it hurts, I’m so scared, Fives.” 

If he didn't feel the need to instantly soothe you, your admission would have made him freeze. Not out of fear, but out of relief. Complete and utter relief. His hands glided up your sides, one stopping at the small of your back and one traveling all the way up to the back of your head, tucking your shaking body under his chin. After a moment of just holding you and softly shushing in response to your cries, he finally found his words. 

“Oh honey, honey listen to me. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” His hands cupping your wet cheeks so you could look into his eyes, “No matter what, I’m coming back for you, even when campaigns get pushed further out, I’ll always come back.” His thumbs wiped away your tears, he smiled a sad smile at how you managed to reciprocate the gesture to him, despite your outburst of sadness. 

“I’m sorry.” You felt silly now, almost like a little girl who had thrown a temper tantrum when she didn't get her way. Your boyfriend immediately shut that down. 

“Hey, hey, there’s nothing to be sorry for. You have every right to be upset.” He took a deep breath and looked down and to the side, suddenly realizing he had never told anybody he was involved with something as meaningful as what he was about to say to you. “I love you. Everything about you, you give me something to fight for, please trust me when I say I’ll come back to you. I’ll come back and kiss you until I can't breathe.” His eyes reinforced his words, staring into yours in a silent plea for you to feel safe with him holding your heart. Truth be told, he was just as scared as you. 

You smiled through the few tears still rolling down your cheeks, crashing your lips to his briefly before pulling back again, “I trust you. You’re the only one I can trust.” This interaction left him with a fuzzy feeling in his tummy, but a new wave of confidence, nonetheless. His flirty side coming back in full swing, especially upon hearing how much you loved him. “Since I’m here now...mind if I, uh, give you a demonstration of what I said? Hmm?” He nuzzled and kissed your neck while waiting for your reply, which was accompanied by your giggles, “I expect a real show, you know.” 

Boy, did he give you a show that night.

[flurrys-creativity]

Happy Anniversary! 😍 You were one of the first Blogs I stumbled upon when I fell into the black hole that is the realm of "I just wanted to know their names" and I was so happily surprised that you write for Day6 and BTS, because I love your writing.🧡

For the drabble:

Namjoon - established relationship/angst (but not to much angst, I'm a fluff person at heart - the situation: a rainy day (because I just listened to mono and have "forever rain" on repeat)

🧡

Oooh! Wow! I never expected that! Still huge thank you 🥰 

But yeah.. that hole.. it all started with just one group and now look at us.. waaayyy too deep to ever come back 😅

I do hope to write more for Day6 in the future but sometimes it’s quite hard to juggle with more than one group..

Anyway! Here is your well.. technically not a drabble but drabble:

Rainy Days

Pairing: Kim Namjoon (BTS) x Reader; Genre: Established Relationship, Angst, a little fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: A curse word, angsty, slightly violent behaviour; Wordcount: 940

Summary: Sometimes your patience is just non-existant and when Namjoon breaks something you just explode. But after he leaves your shared apartment you start to worry - especially because it’s raining.

You can't even remember how it all started. Something minor, stupid even and definitely not worth fighting over.

Still you did. You fought with Namjoon because he did something that was the little drop to overfill your bottle of patience. And it didn't just overflow. No, it exploded.

Anger had filled your mind and blinded you to your actions. You had screamed and shouted at him, if your sore throat was any indicator. Maybe even cursed. 

Sure you had been in a few quarrels and arguments with Namjoon and occasionally a small fight but it never had been this intense before.

You had grabbed a box and threw all his belongings inside of it, not paying any attention to his words.

He had stopped arguing with you the second you threw a picture of the both of you into the box and the glass broke loudly.

You remember his empty gaze staring at the box, his shoulders dropping more and more with every passing second. Still you were fuming, breathing heavily and ready to throw something new into the box. 

That was until Namjoon turned around and left. The shutting of the door, even though it wasn’t loud in any means, brought you out of your blinded rage. Your anger vanished and left a huge hole inside of your chest. A hole that got filled with fear and worry as time passed.

You sat on the couch, knees clutched tightly to your chest while your eyes kept staring at the box in the middle of the room, that obnoxiously reminded you of the fucked up situation you were in.

When the first raindrops hit the windows, the first tears escaped your eyes. With a blurred sight you stared out of the window, the worry inside your mind growing even more. You scrambled for your phone, sniffing slightly.

“I’m sorry.” You typed but stopped again, wiping over your eyes to have a clear view. Reading over the two words again, you shook your head and deleted them quickly. This didn’t feel right and absolutely not sincere.

You bit down on your lower lip and pressed the call button on your phone. You anxiously waited for Namjoon to pick up but after the ringing just continued you cut the call again.

Restlessness took over your mind. At first you just wandered around your shared apartment, stopping in front of the window and staring outside, hoping to see Namjoon coming back home. You even ran to the front door every time you heard something, opening it hastily and staring outside into an empty hall. When the mindless wandering didn’t satisfy your mind anymore you started to get everything out of the box again, placing it with utmost care where it belonged.

Hours passed, the rain turned into a heavy downpour and Namjoon still didn’t come home.

You tried calling him. Over and over again. He never picked up. You even called his friends, desperate to find him but he wasn’t with them.

As a last measure you decided to search for him. You grabbed a raincoat, wellingtons and an umbrella, stuffing your keys in a pocket and holding your phone close to your chest. You knew a few of his favourite places in parks and along the river. You simply hoped to find him there.

Checking once again, if you hadn’t forgotten anything, you stopped shortly, staring at the broken picture of you two. You had to buy a new frame after you found Namjoon.

Determined, you turned around, ready to storm out of your apartment. You opened the door and ran straight into someone. Blinking rapidly, you looked up, seeing Namjoon standing in front of you. Immediately you dropped everything and hugged him tightly, sobbing into his chest. You ignored the cold wetness seeping from his clothes to you. 

When you calmed down you leaned back and cupped his face, your eyes skipping over his features quickly. Tears welled up in your eyes, when you saw the red rim underneath his eyes. “I’m so sorry”, you whispered, wiping over his cheeks with your thumbs. “I’m so stupid.” You tried to explain yourself but couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

“I accept your apology. You had a rough day, it happens. I understand.” Namjoon smiled gently, leaning into your touch.

Once again you hugged him tightly, sobbing and crying again. Relief spread through your body and you couldn’t hold your emotions back anymore. Thankful Namjoon came back to you and accepted your apology. Relieved to feel and hold him again. As soon as you calmed down enough, still refusing to let go of him, the both of you walked back into the living room of your apartment. You only let go of him for the split second you had to get rid of your rainwear and Namjoon of his wet clothes, immediately clinging onto him right after it again.

“Where were you? I tried to call you but couldn’t reach you”, you asked once the both of you were snuggled on the couch underneath a warm blanket.

“I bought a new frame for the picture.”

You smiled gently, kissing his cheek quickly. “I should have done that since I destroyed it.”

“It’s alright. Normally you buy or repair the stuff I destroy. It’s a nice change.” Namjoon grinned at you, pulling you closer against him. 

You nodded shortly, your gaze wandering to the window, where the raindrops still hit the glass. “Want to make hot cocoa and read a book together?”

Namjoon followed your gaze, watching the raindrops running down the window for a while. “Sounds like a perfect thing to do right now.”

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