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nityarawal · 2 months

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Sent To Space X Sisters, Investigators & Bffs/Legal x Elon Rewind AI Team Globally:

#wife jaima Tumblr posts - Tumbig.com

https://www.tumbig.com/tag/wife%20jaima

Jma "tumbler wife" is Trolling me for a wife above.

Jaima Stephenson's email & phone number - Facilities Manager at SpaceX | SignalHire

https://www.signalhire.com/profiles/jaima-stephenson%27s-email/118927601

I'm seeing Jaima's alias is Tracy Thomas when I google her. I wonder if she's still there?

Alive?

The top picture is Jma (Born in '73) but the one under her is her baby sister Shawna Stephenson listed as Jaima as well at Linked In. (Born 1975.)

It appears there is a mash up of identity at Space x of sisters like for disposable PDs?

Rock stars uses in Army/militia/court bribes too.

Secret service.

Jai Ma Bond went so Bad!):

They're scared they'll go to jail with him now.

Including my 'ol dad & bro/Sunil/cousins etc.

Is your bro involved via Dojo creeps & daytraders on Doje con?

Many of these men are run like cyborgs by their creepy atty wives!

Movement men married celebrity hungry washed out Eastern Euro mainstream peeps.

This is issue.

They Troll and offer nothing back creatively.

Helene told me she met Tony Nader's shot-gun wife from a cruise at hair salon.

She said the woman grilled her about Hollywood connections from when she was a caterer for 3 hours!

Both Stephenson Gals were headhunted to broad.com and Jma became a #Trump fanatic in 2016 too.

She recruited us to Space X! F.

Her brother Clinton bought our house & is a famous day trader too.

They're all worked to death- like Musk family- from children.

Jma had to grow up at 12 and be a dog trainer.

She was a hairdresser on side.

She's Jack of all trades workaholic- Intel likely?

Sad my own friends fucked over my family.

I called Becky Stewart Of Leucadia Acupuncture- who went with me on spacex tour yesterday.

Left message at Leucadia acupuncture- her business.

Fingers crossed!

I wonder if Shawna stole Jaima's identity? Jma said she was dying basically- and moving to Shawna's in AZ in 2020- then ghosted me. Haydn said I could only talk to her & Wally in cage. He was mad friends' found me. It was an Airforce project what they did to use my data. Creepy as fuck. I'm not a cyborg nor do I want to be one. Gross.

Clinton is famous for "Tennis Guru" book too. He bought our Fairfield, Iowa 203 West Stone St house with a NY actress Sandra. Then broke up so she kept it a few years. "Kelsey" built big Broadway style center there she used.

Dr. Jma appears to be the gender specialist - spin Dr.- that fucked up our country and pimped my brother's & tech colleagues on match.com scam with bro Adam steck & goddaughter Ayni Raimondi.

Our friends appear to be in conservatorships because none of them are this creepy.

I can guaranty that.

Adam & Mona Steck haven't called back. Do you want to try him?

I'm worried about him.

It's our friends' kids that are running con- like juvenile Dojo Bernards.

Phil Town's daughter Daniel went into Intel spy stuff too.

Martinez Gals were pimped out by gay step-dad Judge and atty at 15yo!

Alex's sister Daniel- my twin- seduced Oleg after me!

Could you send me the Alex diaries back? It's in your email!

We need to warn our sons' of this nanny scam on leaders.

I was proud of Josh Podoll for standing up to her when she let her skirt rise and tried to seduce him.

Chad Emerson said it was hard when he was dating me & she unbuttoned her blouse too low.

It's disrespectful.

I think he went into Intel too.

All these childhood trolls found me on FB when they were contracted as political hookers for Trump.

My x was swayed too by capiralistic Rewind/Lakshmi gay contracts & became Trump meme cheerleader.

It appears they stole Elon Musk identity with "Wild Elon," Grimes, God scam now. God help us. Xo

AI? Jma wasn't like this.

It's hard to know. No one is whom they seem. Even my husband, bro & dad from Army chains- but Isha should have choice.

I wonder how many bfs your mom has had trying to survive?

Bro just pimps her from man to man? Capitalistic sex slavery. ):

I think my best vibe is what she once had.

Try to bring that back.

Energise mom.

No mom should be sacrificed like this. She's Grammy. Xo

This is touchy w/ Jma & Ayni. I'm worried about all my friends. They weren't bad people. I feel they were forced into these capitalistic Jihad crimes.

Haydn doesn't complain about servicing transvestites at astronomy department or their disease and the sexual advances from Israelis & tech ballerinas.

He's very generous about the Apple rapes of his time & data that must've started at 13yo.

Did bro's friends ever flush a Geeks head down the Toilette?

We suspected Haydn had that treatment at North Tahoe high.

Kids are intuitive & mean to spies. ):

Elon was also beat & raped in his higher education.

Not for my son.

Merci.

Peace.

Baraye.

Jai Guru Dev &

Jai Ma,

All Love,

Nitya xo

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youjustfeelthemforever · 4 months

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New pinned post time!! 🏔️🌄🏔️

This is longer than most intros I've done, so I'll leave it under a readmore for all our sakes

You can call me Ann or Bee (although I'm open to other nicknames as well)! I used to be @/chaotic-bumblebee-agenda, but had to switch it up because of a stalker classmate. Funzies :).

My new url is lyrics from the song Sympathy by Declan McKenna, my favourite artist.

I'm a Catholic (@little-lost-daughter is my Chrumblr) high school student who loves all things fantastical and yellow 💛. I like Legos, Webtoons, and fictional firefighters, detectives, and FBI agents.

I'm also a proud member of the Rogue Squadron :)).

@mylovelyrose is where I hoard my aesthetic trinkets and such.

Active fandoms/currently watching:

- Anastasia Broadway

- The Dragon Prince (in progress)

- The X-Files (in progress and liveblogging)

- Lego Ninjago + Dragons Rising (completed + up to date)

- Jupiter-Men (up to date)

- Chicago Fire (up to date)

- Lego Monkie Kid (up to date)

- White Collar (in progress and liveblogging)

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine (in progress)

- Criminal Minds (in progress and liveblogging)

- Percy Jackson and the Olympians (show) (in progress and liveblogging)

- 9-1-1 (up to date)

- Psych (completed)

- Chicago PD (in progress)

- 9-1-1: Lone Star (incomplete, on hold)

- My Adventures With Superman (up to date)

- Generator Rex (in progress and liveblogging)

- Transformers Prime (in progress with occasional liveblogging)

- Transformers: Rescue Bots (rewatch in progress)

- Transformers: Robots in Disguise (in progress)

My liveblogging is all under '[media] commentary' (although the One Chicagos are under 'fire/pd time', respectively).

- Outer Banks (in progress)

- Young Justice (i. progress and liveblogging)

I WILL spam gifsets from my movies and shows at random intervals - most commonly 911, 911: Lone Star, Chicago Fire, Criminal Minds, and White Collar. Be prepared to block tags if they're bothering you.

Characters I am obsessed with an unhealthy amount include: Judd and Grace Ryder, Arrio McKay, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Adam Ruzek, Cole (The Lego Ninjago Movie (but also very much the show)), Blake Gallo, Sam Carver, Commander Gren, Boromir, Bumblebee, Neal Caffrey, and Dean McCoppin. If I get started about any one of them I will Not Shut Up so tread carefully lol.

I write fanfiction and original fiction! My ao3 is sunshineandgoldenbraids, and my writeblr (which I'm still a bit of a lurker on when it comes to original posts) is @all-the-writerly-things. I might be making a new ao3 soon as my stalker knows my first one, and if that happens I will add it here.

I love OC/WIP asks, so never hesitate to send those in (though it might take me a hot couple months minute to get to it)!

My main WIP has the placeholder title The Rising Royals, but I'm really disliking that name, so hopefully I can come up with something better soon.

Ground rules

- No inappropriate/nsfw asks/DMs

- Please don't DM me to be friends unless we're mutuals and have interacted through tags/comments a little bit. I'm sure you have good intentions, but unless you have a specific purpose aside from just chatting, it usually makes me uncomfortable.

That being said,

a) if we're mutuals and are preferably somewhat familiar with each other, feel free to reach out! I love making friends, but I'm too scared to DM people for fear of being annoying lol. So yeah! If that's the case, dw, I will be very happy to hear from you!

b) Asks are fine, whether we're mutuals or not! Questions, ask chains, and kind messages and random comments and such don't bother me in the slightest, no matter how little we know each other :)

Alright, I'll add to this later if I think of anything else to include 👍

*Two-fingered salute* Ann out

#yeah ik the end got super low effort lol #sorry yall im tired #pinned post #intro post #everyone stop whatever you're doing and only pay attention to me #<- my 'saying random stuff' tag

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fictionalmenmistress · 3 years

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🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

🌸 the end 🌸 (for more, visit my hashtag: #fictionalmenmistress in the tags 🥰 requests and headcannons are also open!)

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