#crime au

[stoukadraws]

The most functional dysfunctional group in Earthbread

[demonic-x-sorcerers]

The Snow Leopard and the Kirin || Closed RP

Rioto Kirin is drinking his peppermint hot chocolate as he is in a virtual meeting with other demon generals. He is in his dorm room, he is told that he needs to come back to deal with some matters.

Rioto is more than happy to. There is one problem. He needs to tell Okkotsu Yuta about this that he has to leave for the weekend before the holidays. Although, he wasn't sure if he can do that.

"Good thing, I finished my finals.." Rioto stated. He already submitted his essay for art history, acing his exams on his robotics nd one more thing on the agenda is his sculpture project, he managed to finish. He is going to meet with Yuta on that day.

@the-silver-peahen-residence

[lvmimis]

“You have to be fucking kidding me.”

Your annoyed tone breaks through the silence of the past few minutes of driving; you grip the wheel just a little bit tighter, a sickening and humorless smile on your face, and the very fact that you’re driving while Vergil stares out the passenger seat, attempting to avoid your gaze is situational storytelling at its best.

Your car rolls to a red light, and you almost slam on the brakes, your foot slowing right before the pedal because (1) you’re not an animal and (2) you don’t want him commenting on your driving at a later date - he is Very good at getting under your skin. The car stills, the purr of the engine running accenting the silence.

“Are you going to explain yourself?”

Vergil raises his chin from where it was pressed onto his fist as he stared out the window, then flexes his fingers for a moment, nervous behavior, then bites his lower lip. But he doesn’t say a word.

“Fighting? As an attorney?”

He takes a deep breath and his nostrils flare as he breathes out. But he still doesn’t speak. You glare daggers at him, but the light turns green.

“At a bar, Vergil? What is this?”

Your foot does hit the pedal a little heavier than usual, but Vergil still can’t quite meet your eyes. You grit your teeth.

“Your right to remain silent does not apply to me by the way. You better speak immediately.”

Vergil gives you a look, enough that you sense it, glancing over at piercing blue in the evening dark light and poorly lit streets, turning into the street of your neighborhood.

“Just so you know, you’re taking me to your house, not mine.”

Your face flushes hot. 

“I mean to do that.”

“I didn’t consent.”

“Neither did that person consent to having your hands on them.”

Vergil scoffs.

“You have no context and yet you’re giving me an earful.”

“Because you can get disbarred! After you worked so hard!”

He lets out a sigh, as you pull into your neighborhood, and there’s no more conversation between the two of you until you make it to your driveway. You park, and his hand reaches the door to leave, but you grab the side of his shirt. A tug, and he immediately looks back on you, but as he watches the new shine in your eyes, he can feel himself lose firmness. He settles back into the seat, gently tilting his head back, and you take him by the chin gently. Leaning in just so, you sniff for alcohol on his breath. There is none, and he should be offended by the implication, but you let go of his face, then face ahead, your own lower lip wobbling.

“I thought it would be worse.”

Vergil gives you a surprised look, a raised eyebrow.

“Worse?”

“A police call in the evening. I thought something else-” you pause, then shake your head. You try to open the car door, but it’s his turn to grab you.

“It won’t be a big deal,” he reassures you.

“Next time, call Dante,” you hiss. “Don’t stress me out over stupid shit.”

Vergil takes you in for a moment, then leans over, cupping both sides of your face. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulls back gently.

“I’m alive.”

You let out a deep breath.

“I know. And you’re stupid.”

“Maybe.”

He pulls back, a small smile on his features. It’s a lot to offer with his naturally reserved nature, and you can feel your lips twitch too.

You’re supposed to stay angry, but it’s hard to when he looks at you that way.

“For your sake, this better go away or I will.”

He snorts, then presses a kiss to your lips.

“It will, and I have the feeling you won’t be leaving me behind either.”

[ohno-the-sun]

A nicer drawing of my crime au boys cause the old art is pretty rough

[gloomwitchwrites]

Price & Cocktail Waitress Reader

crime au, dubcon/noncon

(I need to get this out of my head before I explode)

Price, who owns a sleazy little nightclub as a home-base for meeting clients, has his eyes set on the newest hire. It starts as him requesting you to serve his table and then devolves into you only serving him. He's a good boy, though, making sure to keep his hands to himself. But when you happen to bend forward just a little too far, Price can no longer ignore the itch.

Bending you over his lap, Price hikes up your dress, and pushes your panties to the side. "Roll me a cigarette, love," he says as he brings his hand down on your ass.

With a rolling tray on the seat cushion, you start prepping his cigarette, and Price decides to have his fun.

It starts with one finger then a second, pumping steadily. It's pressure and friction until your hands shake and your thighs quiver. Price loves how slick you are, and that he has such power over you.

"No, dove," he lightly scolds as you bring the cigarette to your mouth to lick the seal.

Removing his fingers from you, Price offers them up, rubbing your arousal over the paper, securing it.

"That's better," he croons, placing the filtered end between his lips.

Shifting you in his lap, Price has you facing away from him, your hands planted on his knees, legs straddling his thighs. Reaching back, you offer him a light. Grasping your hips, he eases you down his length, greedily watching the way you take every inch, puffing until smoke fills his lungs.

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[justtrashperson]

“Do you remember them, Brian?”

[woompfy]

Can we get more lore of Vanessa, Markus and Wessels in your crime au plz? 🙏

You have asked and you shall receive although only the Wessel’s part cuz this took my ass and right hand to make. Can‘t promise smth crazy for Vanessa and Markus‘ lore anytime soon but I will talk about them another time.

Anyway WARNING// Blood//

Accident

Things don‘t always go to plan. And unfortunately it didn‘t for the Wessel brothers, who have been going on nightly thefts to provide for their struggling father, without him knowing. Though soon that won‘t be the case anymore…

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As already established the Wessel‘s didn‘t have an easy start at life. They grew up with financial struggle and a busy, stressed father who desperately tries to earn enough to support both his boys. But his past criminal record (stealing stuff mostly) doesn‘t make a search for a stable job easy so he has to switch to part time jobs. Marlon and Leon decide to take matters into their own hands at an early age, starting to steal food and things necessary to keep their heads above waters. But later as they grow older they treat the outings with more daring actions like starting to steal jewelry and money but not enough to alert their father or the police. And they keep it under wraps for a while before Leon slips, or more correctly looses control. Unlike Marlon, who does these thefts for the sake of helping their Dad out to keep them financially alive, Leon experiences a thriving thrill from stealing and chasing. He seeks out the danger and the adrenaline that comes from it and is therefore always excited to commit to these illegal actions, perhaps because it‘s the only time where he can get out his boxed up pulses like anger, hate and most importantly his wild.

We know how Leon is: repulsive, aggressive and hot headed but when he‘s wild he‘s worse. So when he looses control it tends to end up with somebody getting hurt or worse case scenerio…getting killed.

So it‘s no suprise he looses his shit, it was bound to happen and both brothers discover that they must deal with this now. But neither of them are aware how different they are from ordinary people, neither did they know yet what the „wild“ is, they just know they don‘t fit into the civilian image and are not able to live in it. Therefore they commit to a life of crime and decide to form a gang with people just like them who also have the same problem of „violence control“ (They first found Jojo and then Markus as their next gang members). That‘s how they called it anyway before discovering more about the wild.

But how do they get informed of the inner beast within them? Well, good ol Raban explains it to them when he joins them. Though he can only tell them as much as Willie had told him before he died. How to control it, it‘s origins or if theres a sort of therapy or cure for it are still open to discover for the teens through out their journey.

How do the Wessel‘s brothers amount of wild differ tho?

Well, we can all agree that Leon is the one with the most wild and therefore has a hard time keeping it under control. It‘s why a life of crime is his only way to live because he needs to let out his wild somehow. Keeping it in would physically destroy him and considering the amount of wild and lack of control he has it doesn‘t do him mentally well either. He doesn't acknowledge it though, not enough to do something about it.

While Marlon is quite the opposite. Although he‘s got less wild than Leon he‘s still had his own struggle of his own and also had to deal with Leon‘s outburst growning up. Hence he‘s mentally stronger to keep it caged incase one of them can stay sane for the sake of them both.

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Although their father has cassed them out he ends up greatly regretting it. Joachim feels guilty for having failed his sons and blaims himself that they have chosen the path of crime. But this the brothers don‘t know and that night has still left a large scar on them, especially for Leon.

Both of them only had each other now to struggle with this and share a deep bond because of it, but since Leon seems to fall deeper into the insanity of violence and pain, for his itch to release his „wild“, the brotherly relationship will turn bitterly toxic and destructive and Marlon will later have to choose whether to leave Leon to his doom or save him, potentially pulling himself down with him… (But how das gonna happen, man, I dunno I haven‘t thought that far ahead yet I just know that‘s where their character arcs would go in this au)

(..augh I gotta go crack my back now brb)

[mjonthetrack]

i hope & pray bad bunny doesn’t use not one single english word during his performance.