#thief exposed

[elliedafish]

So my sister just got kidnapped…

[mydairpercabeth]

Did PJO get renewed yet? 🥺🥺🥺 i cant bear the waiting; im scared.ive already imprinted on this show as my emotional support show, they must renew!

ive heard some things but im gonna keep quiet 😁😁 happy finale eve everyone!

[zackmartin]

KNIGHT SQUAD FIFTH ANNIVERSARY ☆ texts posts | part two

[do-you-know-this-adhd-character]

Do you know this (noncanon) ADHD character?

SPECIFICALLY THE MOVIE VERSION, NOT THE COMICS VERSION

Evidence below the cut!

There were two submissions, presumably from the same person as they used the same image? If not, hilarious coincidence.

Second links this post

First has this to say:

He is impulsive, prone to hyperfocus (or not focusing at all), easily bored, creative, makes leaps from A to Z without much seeming connection (there is, but explaining how would take too long), incredibly energetic/hyper, interrupts when speaking, prone to anxiety, has terrible time management, memory issues, speaks a lot and loudly....so....many...symptoms

[epiaphany]

istg at this point tumblr is just dumping these gif-stealers right into my fucking lap

[kittythegengarmonarch]

...

(Please do not send harassment to her. It’s immature, and can get you into trouble.)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! >ω< 😺😈🍂🍁🎃🥧🦃🍗🧡✨ . Also Fixing and... | TikTok

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! by QueenGlaceySara on DeviantArt

I am genuinely fucking disappointed, and I this truly justifies me blocking her on DA. Even though I do appreciate the credit, I strongly condemn is the tracing and posting to the public; especially knowing that I would not like to be associated with her. And claiming that she fucking FIXED IT? Yeah. I would prefer it if she would kindly fuck off, because this shit pisses me off.

I have reported the infringement to the DeviantArt staff, and if it does get removed, hopefully it wakes her up to remove it from TikTok as well. What’s funny is, this isn’t the first time she traced somebody’s work. Not surprising, considering I had to deal with a certain parachute-loving freak who stole a lot of people’s art.

Seriously. I am absolutely disappointed, and I hope she wakes up. Because of this, I might actually have to set some boundaries about this shit.

Apologies for losing my head. I just feel like this needs to be called out, and it makes me very angry.

[1eos]

Yeah!! Yosuke sucks in an interesting way so it feels almost like he was meant to have an arc where he learns how to not suck so bad even though that's not true (because atlus very obviously agrees with him and his bigotry lol). It's easy to read into him, he's a pretty multifaceted character. Meanwhile akechi is barely around for most of p5 and his confidant is automatic so you don't get to know him organically and has no relationships to be interesting in outside of akira who he is fake to 100% until the last 15 minutes he's on screen but the game is constantly trying to tell you how you're both sooo alike and you're two sides of the same coin rivals when like. I don't know that kid. He just trauma dumped on me about his dead mom while I was at work one time. The fact you don't know adachi like that is the point because his age is a distancing factor to clue the player into the fact souji could have GROWN UP to be like him as a potential end game so the lack of consistent interaction works. It doesn't work if they're the same age unless there's some other external factor keeping them from connecting and there kinda isn't? And he was the character so popular we centered the rerelease around fixing him and ignoring the rest of the phantom thieves??? Make it make sense

ALL OF THISSSSS SPEAK YOUR TRUTH! and the insistence that 'you're both the same' is what really annoyed me flkkfafkff. cuz beyond your fools' power you're not? yeah akechi and the protag have had tough upbringings bc of adults but idk it doesnt really read the same. ironically akechi and ryuji have the more similar backstories what with a fucked up father making their lives miserable. and i loveeeee the two side of the same coin trope and usually persona does it really well. like hellooooooo all of the shadow self/reflection selves in persona 2 was saur fucking good. and they even had villians mirror the protags but they dropped hints! the motifs were similar! it just didnt work w akechi like it worked in persona 4 bc their entrance into the persona power wasn't similar at all. personally i think they shouldve ditched the 'youre the same' to focus on akechi just having an intense irrational jealousy of the protag that you actually get to see building. im talking cut scenes of akechi fucking going rabid alone bc he HATES that you have the same power but everyone is being drawn to the protag despite being a 'criminal' and only just now getting powers etc etc. like you can't not show us a character but also expect us to give a fuck which is a big problem of persona 5. npcs will get barely any time but we're supposed to like. be throwing up and screaming over them girl i don't know that mf!

[distopea]

Heels clapping, Eve strolled to the precinct. Her high-waisted pencil skirt hugged the length of her legs and ended tantalisingly just beneath her knees. Tucked into it was a red blouse with white pearls adorning Eve's long neck. Heads turned as she paraded down the aisle between desks; a confused receptionist stared in awe after her swaying hips before he shook himself out of it and faced the family giving a teary report about a stolen puppy.

Eve made sure to have everyone's attention as she slammed her purse on Mads' desk, shaking the half-empty cup of coffee and ruffling some of his paperwork.

"I'm being woefully neglected," Eve stated with all the drama and flair of a woman on the verge of hysteria. She gestured angrily at the documents covering Mads' workspace, and the gold engagement ring glimmered prettily in the buzzing light of the office.

"We haven't married yet, and you already love your work more than me. What is a girl supposed to do at home all by herself? I cook for you. I clean your home. I iron your shirts, and when I'm done, I stare at the walls and wait for my beloved to come back to me," she cried, her bottom lip trembling with emotion.

Eve leaned closer and cradled Mads' cheek in a gentle, satin-gloved palm. She watched him with the adoration of a future wife as her hip edged towards Mads' desk. Eve took a seat sideways, urging Mads with her woe-filled gaze.

" . . . take the afternoon off, I'm begging you. The sun is out, and I cannot walk the park all on my lonesome. It kills me when I don't have your arm around me." Eve batted her lashes at Mads and then turned her puppy eyes at the chief of police, who had come to defuse the situation with a stern expression that melted as soon as he saw the crocodile tears in Eve's eyes.

"Sir, you have a wife. So you've been in love. I'm sure you understand~"

@nezumivc103221

He was still typing his new report on his machine when he heard a rather familiar clapping coming from heels in the corridor. At this instant, Mads understood that he was fucked. Spending numerous weeks with Nezumi had the magical effect of turning the police officer into a radar, as he had grown used to the young man’s walk, and all the hidden messages carried by its pace and its intensity. If Nezumi had decided to walk all the way to the precinct, then there was potentially a big danger. He felt his heart sinking right into his chest when eventually, a feminine handbag was slapped right onto his desk. 

“N… Eve! Shit!” With his violent purse aggression, Nezumi had managed to knock down the remains of a cold and forgotten cup of coffee, spreading its brown liquid all over Mads’ freshly typed documents. He couldn’t help but flash a glance of anger towards him, a few whispers already blooming behind his back. Truly, Nezumi was the perfect actor when it came to displaying a housewife's despair. He had no choice but to get along with it; he was pissed off because of his ruined work, but at the same time, he had to recognize that it was a perfect cover for their little game here. 

“Eve, please, calm down.” He eventually said with a softer tone, as he didn’t know if Nezumi was truly acting right now. There was a certain seizing sincerity in the tone of his voice, and Mads felt utterly sensitive to the tears appearing at the corners of his beautiful gray eyes. Despite the banter in his colleagues’ mouths, Mads felt the urge and necessity to protect Nezumi from his sorrow. He skirted his desk and gently patted his shoulder. It was hard for him to act, because he could see Nezumi through Eve, and he wasn’t sure that his emotions could be hidden in such a moment of surprise; he was caught off guard. And his own decency would push him from displaying too much affection. 

“There’s no need to act this way. I have been busy with work, but I’ve never wished to neglect you.” He came closer, perhaps to whisper instead of talking, many ears now listening to their conversation. Mads looked around and grabbed the first tissue box he found on his desk, shoving a few inside Nezumi’s hands, while he gently pressed his own on the top of his fingers. It was enough to crave physical contact, as Eve - his wife, his husband - gently caressed his cheek. 

For Mads, there was no game there. He couldn’t act at all, unable to hide his emotions, nor the devotion crumbling through his gestures. 

Before he could answer, Nezumi was already breaking contact to fly to the police chief, the man quite disturbed by the sudden aim. A part of Mads was amused, relieved that he wasn’t the target of Nezumi’s anymore. He inhaled lengthily, one of his colleagues finally stepping closer to pat his shoulders. “Ah, women… This one seems pretty smitten, you cold stone. You truly worked your magic, lucky bastard! Though, you should take her out for a walk before she starts getting crazy. They all end up crazy anyway, so buy yourself some peace. A new purse will calm her nerves.” He mimicked a gesture with his hand to illustrate some lunatic attitudes, before Mads offered a polite smile. He hated the way men perceived women in this world, but surely, he didn’t wish Nezumi to ever go mad because of him.

“Eve, darling.” He called Nezumi, as he eventually decided to free his chief from his everlasting assault. He rolled his fingers around his waist and pulled him closer, giving him a glance of approval before talking again. “Chief, I’m sorry, my fiancée needs my assistance this afternoon. I’ll take the rest of the day off.” He said before he dragged Nezumi out of the room, so this whole comedy would stop. Mads sighed while they walked out of the precinct, yet, his fingers had never left Nezumi’s waist.

[haneys]

COPS STOLE MONEY FROM MY GRIEVING FAMILY 😁👍 MAY ALL POLICE OFFICERS GO UP IN FLAMES CHWPD GENUELLY I HATE YOU ALL

[awesomecooperlove]

⚠️🧬🔥

[raven]

all of my grandparents are dying right now and im expected to just go to work because its valentines day. i literally hope everyone in the world dies

[bleep-bloop-boo]

OMG YOU DONT KNOW IT??

its basically subway surfers but like an explorer whos running away from a monster and its pretty cool

[deadheadgully]

Elder Thief-Boy (noones calling him thief man )

[midnightspasms]

"Won't you sing for me?"

Sukuna sees when you sing to Uraume, and it fills him with a burning need to have you.

He watches you sit at his companion's feet, your head on their lap, and their hand twisted in your hair as you sing, so beautiful, so melodic.

Who are you? Some servant girl he has never once noticed. Some mere mortal he has never bothered with before.

How can this sound flow from mortal lips?

He watches, transfixed as you sing, standing just behind the doors that lead to the balcony from his room, feeling like a thief in his own home. His four eyes are trained on you, on the top of your head, as you keep singing.

You just keep singing!

'Is this sorcery?' He thinks as he turns back, away from the scene of your serenade.

That night, he calls you to his room for the very first time.

There is a stiffness in Uraume's stride as they enter the servant chambers to call you. Your chest beats hard as you make your way down the dark walls, goosebumps erupting all over your flesh as you're face to face with the mahogany doors of his rooms.

When you open, the king of Curses is sat languidly on the plush chair in the middle of his room, his thick legs spread wide with pride. His chest is bare, and it gleams, planes of muscle exposed to your eyes, his thighs barely covered by the white fabric of his kimono.

He is silent as he urges you forward, staring as you stand right before him.

He stretches out his hand to you then, his pupils dilated, but his eyes soft as he beckons you. "Closer," with a voice deep and smooth like warm honey.

He curls his fingers forward briefly as he calls you to him. And as though possessed by the heat of his gaze, you find yourself walking forward without hesitation.

When Sukuna sits you on his lap, your body feels as though it's been engulfed in flames. His lower pair of arms are on your thighs, monstrously large palms caressing the skin of your legs. The upper left arm supports his head, elbow on the arm of the chair, the upper right just resting against the other arm of his chair.

His touch is as hot as his gaze, and the proximity has your throat tightening and your stomach twisting.

He reaches under your clothing, and embarrassingly, your legs spread wider for his hand almost automatically. When his finger comes to touch the slick of your heat, your mouth falls open in a light moan.

His idle arm comes up to thumb at your bottom lip softly. Then the one that was just between your legs comes up too, rubbing your wetness on your mouth.

"Sing," Sukuna says to you with that honeyed voice, that tone that makes you desperate for his approval.

And you sing for him.

You sing until his hand is back between your legs.

You sing as he trails his fingers along your weeping slit.

You sing as he thumbs at your burning clit, pressing the rough pad of his thumb against the aching bud.

You sing as he plunges his fingers deep into your cunt.

You sing as he finger fucks you on his thighs, your legs parted, one foot planted on the armrest of his own chair as he thrusts and thrusts his thick fingers into you repeatedly.

You sing as your body succumbs to him, as your song becomes incoherent, desperate moans falling from your mouth as you coat his fingers in your cum.

You sing as he fucks you in that chair.

You sing as he fucks you in his bed.

You sing as he fucks you on the balcony where he first saw you, crying out as you're stretched wide on two large cocks, crying into the night as he fills you over and over and over.

And you still sing, as he takes you back into his bed, two arms possessive holding your weakened body to him.

You sing as you fall asleep in Sukuna's arms.

[kittythegengarmonarch]

She's going to be getting callouts. A LOT. Of callouts.

(Also, please do not harass her, as it can show how immature you are, and it can also deteriorate mental health. Not to mention it can get you at risk of getting suspended for violating policy.)

For context, Sara, traced my artwork just because I blocked her on DeviantArt. She posted the infringement on Twitter, Youtube, Instagram, DeviantArt, and Tiktok. Plus, according to my recent research, she is infamous for this act. (Need I also mention that Sara is an ADULT.) She then proceeded to make this post about me after calling her out on her heinous act. So, this shows me that she is proud of what she did.

I attempted to negotiate peacefully, but it just goes to show that she is a terrible person, and I don't think she's willing to change for the better. Last night, I have reported the DeviantArt infringement to the staff, and my friends and I are hoping that it's getting taken down.

However, I think I may have made a mistake on the report which I will not disclose for safety reasons. I am very much afraid of what could happen because of it. I have acknowledged this mistake in the replies after I emailed it to the staff, because I am very scared. I just pray to god that the staff fixes the mistake.

Thank you for hearing my Ted Talk. G'bye.

[nyursi]

𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑!ㅤpart two.

꒰ † ੭‎ㅤNSFW 18+ㅤ(MDNI)...  in a series of successful heists, the infamous cat burglar is finally caught and is left with the mercy of his victims to decide his fate.ㅤノㅤnot proofread.

ᡴꪫ‎ TODAY'S SPECIAL!ㅤdiluc, zhongli, heizou, (part one) alhaitham, dottore, and wriothesley (here, part two)!

WOULD YOU LIKE SPRINKLES? (っω=`)ㅤm!rdr, sensory deprivation, nipple play, sounding, multiple orgasms, cumming untouched, vibrators, office sex, power imbalance, size difference, degradation, and more.

                 ㅤ ⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝

THE VALUE OF PAPERWORK...

featuring sensory deprivation, cumming untouched, nipple play, and alhaitham.

your skin was flushed, red on every surface from head to toe. the tight binding around your limbs restricted and chased away any thoughts of trying to escape.

the normal response to this situation would be fear... but why do you feel a tingling sensation down your back?

hard nipples exposed to cold air; and thighs forced open wide for the akademiya's scribe to take in. "what a sight you make, thief."

indeed— in alhaithams eyes you looked quite the feast. the situation was in his hands too, having caught the famous cat burglar attempting to sneak in. luckily he apprehended you quick enough.

just... not in the way you expected.

sure, the usual tying up to prevent movement you saw ahead of you, but the lack of clothing? and the blindfold over your eyes? a shocked noise (alhaitham considered it a whimper) had filled the silence of the room once you felt his rugged palms fondling your exposed, plush thighs.

oddly enough, the sensation was nice. it was the first time you've ever been caressed in such a gentle way that it made you want to melt. (purr, the scribe hoped.)

"mngh..." you bit your lip to muffle any more embarassing sounds to leave your mouth, feeling your limp cock twitch with arousal. everything about you alhaitham found cute; cute ears that twitched at every noise, tail that swayed hypnotizingly, adorable eyes filled with mischief.

it was too bad you were a lowly thief.

if you were trying to steal from him some spare pieces of food, or even money, the scribe would have let you go. but his documents?

he would spare you no mercy.

and thus began the long hours of you being suspended in the air, constantly teased. touches varied from feather light to sudden roughness. but no matter what he did, it all stirred life to the needy pleads of your body.

"don't whine, i'm being nice to you." alhaitham said after a babble of begs reached his ears when yet another orgasm was taken away from you. he kissed your nipple, tenderly, then bit on it and tugged. wanting to hear another wanton moan. "ngh!~" your head threw itself back whilst your legs kicked (as much as they could against restriction.)

hips stuttering once alhaithams free hand ventured downwards close to your twitching hole, too close for your liking. he chuckled feeling the heat between your thighs, but continued past the desperate heat to fondle at your tiny balls.

pre begun to leak down your sensitive shaft, dripping and leaving a small pathetic puddle on the floor. and alhaitham decided to finish it then and there.

"gah!?-" a painful pleasure struck you when he pulled on your hardened nubs, leaving you drooling and squirming. your mind couldn't figure out if you were squirming away or towards the sensation. "nngh! hai- haitham!~"

hips stuttered with every tug on your chest, and alhaitham wished he could see your crossed eyes underneath the blindfold. but the scribe was curious, and wanted to see if you could cum faster.

he began to tug on your tail harshly, while still paying attention to your cute nipples. "nn.. nooo! 'm sensitive!" you wailed, unprepared for the rushing pleasure that travelled all the way down to your cock.

soon enough, the bead of pre on your tip became a string of white, coating both of your chests in a sticky mess.

you'll have to tell the fatui to remind you that alhaitham is very serious about his documents...

                 ㅤ ⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝

THE SCIENTIST'S NEW LAB RAT...

featuring vibrators, multiple orgasms, sounding, and dottore (not prime).

how many times already? you've lost count. and the loud buzzing didn't do any help to make you remember anyway.

your plan was simple; get to snezhnaya, sneak past the lowly guards, and somehow snag the doctor's latest creation— a faux gnosis. your client believed it to hold the same celestial power like a true one.

suspicion nagged at the back of your mind when you noticed the lax patrol around dottore's laboratory, and you should've known that he had some sort of contraption so insane that he didn't need any guards.

nonetheless, you shrugged such a situation off.

"a-ahnn!~ hah- wait, no! i can't-" a loud moan ripped from your throat, and a pathetic spurt of semen landed on the floor again.

your wrists and ankles hurt— being held by cold metal for hours wasn't all that pleasant.

a guttural chuckle echoed around the room, laughing at your state. "do you like it? i decided to modify my new security measures when i heard of a certain cat burglar and his plans to take away my precious gnosis." dottore finally entered your vision, circling you like a predator.

the scene of you being captured replayed constantly in his mind. it was too good!

as soon as your feet stepped through the metal door, they triggered a sensor that allowed two cuffs to come out of nowhere and secure your ankles. they were weighted— and the heaviness on your feet caused you to collapse. which allowed the handcuffs to attach itself on your wrists.

so now you were wriggling on the floor, being tortured and teased by various vibrating instruments. you had cum in your pants for the nth time by now, and the vibrators in your ass assaulted your sensitive prostate nonstop.

"can't- don't wanna cum anymooore!~" you whined, body twitching from the extreme pleasure that caused tears in your eyes. all the while dottore thought you could belong to an art exhibit!

footsteps approached. "well, if you say so." dottore had a mischevious grin, as he held out a long beaded rod for you to see. "ngh!?-" suddenly a cold sensation entered your urethra; succesfully blocking any future orgasms.

to make it worse, the doctor had turned all vibrators to max. he could only chuckle when all your sounds echoed off the walls. be it babbles, whines, or squeals, dottore took it all in. "aww," he pet your ears gently— contrast to the harsh movements within you.

in the same rhythm of his hand, dottore moved the sounding rod up and down, with every thrust downwards he pushed it in more, until the biggest bead nestled itself on your tip. and as soon as it did, your toes clenched.

fuck. it touched your prostate.

"gukh!~" your jaw went slack, and an extreme feeling rushed to your red, throbbing, cock.

he could only cackle when not an ounce of cum escaped, maniacal laughter fading when you passed out.

dottore has such exciting plans for his new pretty kitty!

                 ㅤ ⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝

METHODS OF DISCIPLINE...

featuring office sex, power imbalance, size difference, and wriothesley.

"i'm innocent! i swear!" you plead as wriothesley dragged you through the halls, the sight of never ending cells made you shiver.

the buff male didn't pay you any mind. continuing to tug at the long metal chain around your neck, leading you to what seems to be his office.

your were wide eyed and fearful, that much wriothesley could tell. hearing that cute little gulp behind him made his cock twitch.

he didn't expect such a famous burglar to be so... cute. everything about you seemed meek now that you were in chains. and the cold steel around your skin wasn't a bad look on you, either.

wriothesley chuckled to himself, shaking his head as you both approached his office. honestly? the sound of his deep laugh was quite nice, despite the initial fear rattling your bones.

"don't lie, boy. i know what you did." he huffed, throwing you onto his desk, and the loud slam of his door made you flinch. in an attempt to be free from future punishment, you scrambled to defend yourself.

"i'm not! i didn't do anythi-" you garbled when the taste of leather invaded your tongue, did he really just shove his fingers in your mouth!? wriothesley already predicted your next move and pinned both wrists above your head.

"ah-ah, lying will make this worse."

a diappointed tsk made you flinch, especially as you felt a pressure on your clothed bulge. you gave him a weak kick to his thigh— and wriothesley couldn't help his rising laughter.

"what's a kitty like you gonna do to me? don't you see how small you are?" with every word he said, wriothesley inched his face closer and closer to yours. until you felt his hot breath fanning your face.

just right when you were gonna talk back, he begun to rub his knee in circles, the feeling was so good that you threw your head back against the desk. "hng!~"

and wriothesley saw an opportunity.

in a quick movement, he leaned down and bit. not so hard to draw blood— but it'll definitely leave a mark. "huh?- wrio!~" your legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist, making him put down his knee and grind his hard on against your leaking sex.

bite! "who allowed you to call me that?" he bit just on your collarbone, quickening his thrusts. the slacks around him began to feel small with his growing size— and you just got wetter by the second.

you whined, back arching from the desk. "if you're gonna punish me, get in with it!" kicking your legs in frustration due to wriothesley's endless teasing.

"tsk, how demanding. as you wish." he wasted no time and literally tore your pants apart, ripping a hole that perfectly displayed your whole underside. a cute butt to match a cute dick.

a needy moan left your spit-ridden lips, begging for him to do something. anything.

but wriothesley had already decided your fate; a perfect punishment. denying any orgasm to ever escape you.

vanillaclaws 2024.ㅤdo not repost.