AIDAN GILLEN as Val Barber & RÚAIDHRÍ CONROY as Luke Kenny BARBER (2023) · Crime · Mystery · dir. Fintan Connolly

detective!eren getting a call from his subordinates that they have a suspect in custody, name dropping him to get out of being arrested. When he arrives, he’s shocked to see that the perp in question is none other than private investigator!(y/n), who’s being detained for sneaking into an prohibited area without a warrant or jurisdiction. He’s pissed but truly not surprised. It’s not the first time you’ve overstepped your bounds on your relentless crusade to justice and finding the truth. And if he were being honest, you had your work cut out for you when it came to getting clues but you did it effortlessly each time. But never had you gotten yourself in this type of hot water. Against his better judgment, he takes you off his hands. “I’ll take her, thanks guys.” Giving you his signature scowl before grasping your arm and hauling you off to his undercover service car; a grey Dodge Challenger with dark tinted windows. Lights and bars surrounding the exterior. But he had seemingly forgotten one minor detail: his incompetent officers FORGOT to put you in cuffs. Something he learns too late when he puts you in the backseat and as he’s driving along, lecturing you…(y/n) decides to have a little fun.

“You could’ve gotten yourself hurt, (y/n). That’s a gang hideout. What the hell were you thinking?” Obviously more disappointed and upset than he was angry. But you weren’t listening to a word. Rather, you were right back up to your devious antics. Giving him a pout and fluttering those big fluffy lashes. “I’m sorryyyy, muffin. But this is really important, I had to..” obviously, he’s not interested in apologies. He just wants you to be careful. To be more vigilant and safe. “Yeah, whatever. This time, it was a call about you getting arrested. I don’t wanna get one saying you’ve been hurt or worse. Got it?” Chastising you like a child..but you’re not listening. “Yes..I hear you.” Hell, you’re doing the exact opposite. He could see you shuffling around in the backseat, chewing profusely at your lower lip. Stealing occasional glances out of the rear view mirror at you. “Hey, what are you doing back there? Sit down.” “I’m not doing anything.” That stern voice ringing out, and only making you want to misbehave more. You didn’t utter a word, but rather..began feeling yourself up in the backseat. It wasn’t lost in him that you were unusually quiet. Or your choice in attire for the day. A skimpy two piece and a pair of sneakers. Not efficient for investigative work at all but it was your style and you weren’t changing for anyone. A few more minutes would past before traffic came to a halt and he glanced back up again to see your tube top ruffled around your stomach, panties shuffled to your ankles and those legs spread wide. “(Y/N)! What the fuck are you doing?! Knock it off..” but he knew better than to trust that. Deviance was your speciality and you were about to make his job..and dick much harder! “Why? You’re the one looking at me, pervert.” Taunting as you began massaging your nipples, along with rubbing that swollen clit. Fingertips spreading that pink and brown flesh open..even making smacking noises on instinct. “You’re going to pay for this shit, I swear.” And you’re hoping he makes good on that promise. Having been craving and missing him for days but your busy schedules didn’t permit it sometimes.

continuing to play with yourself in the backseat; moaning and rubbing your pussy for his viewing pleasure. Slipping a finger inside of that tightness..stretching it out as he was forced to listen and watch the little spectacle from behind the wheel. Those sweet little cries ringing out of earshot, along with pleas for him to pull over and take you right here. “Fuck…’feels so good..but I bet you’ll feel better.” Meanwhile, his cock wouldn’t stop pulsating and twitching from the confines of his slacks. “I should charge your ass with indecent exposure, (y/n). You’re pushing it..” but at that point, you could care less. So as long as he came back there and handled you. “I thought I was going to pay for it. Or are you all talk, pretty boy detective? A real man would’ve put me in my place now.” Mouthing off whilst still riding those digits, buried knuckle deep in that squelching core. Cream and juices leaking everywhere, including the leather seats. Shoving another set of fingers between your own jaws, you’d drum up a string of spit and lubricate those already soaking folds until you worked yourself into an orgasm..drenching his seat in squirt and then laughing as if it were all a big joke. He was heated!..but far more horny than anything. So it came as no surprise when he finally got a break and took a backroad to an abandoned alleyway, where he could do as he pleased. Including finally restraining you and having his way!

shuffling to the backseat to place you on all fours where he unfasten his pants and shoved your head into his lap. Sloppily fucking your mouth while letting his fingers slip into that spasming cunt. So needy and wet for him.. “..you’re such a little slut, you know that? Always getting me in fucking trouble.” Of course. That’s why you love me.” Both of you breaking into laughter before his were interrupted by heavy grunts. All due in part to you massaging his balls, and suckling his tip. But you wouldn’t get the upper hand on him as he slapped your ass and forced you on top of him, bound wrists and all. And you’d have to work for a nut if you wanted it! Letting you ride him as he sat back and let you put all that energy you had to good use. It wasn’t long before you were creaming all down his shaft..and your legs began to get tired in this position! However, he was going to make you pay for all your distractions and foolishness in some form or fashion. Why bother with all that red tape and paperwork when he could just stretch that pretty pussy instead? From heavy backshots, forcing you to clutch the door handle.. “Shit, you’re so tight. Has it really been that long, baby?” “Yes, can’t you tell I missed you?” To breeding you in a makeshift missionary that made him bury his face into your neck. “I—I need a break…you win.” whimpering as you pressed a hand to his chest, practically breathless. But he’d only stare with a smug grin and slap your backside once again. “It’s this or a holding cell, sweetheart. Your choice.”

and it was obvious which one you wanted! Pulling him back down into a kiss..

“Like you could ever get away from me that easily.”

Pawn AU Sun and Moon: We haven’t seen or heard from our older brother in years, but that’s fine bc he’s a huge asshole anyway

Pawn AU Eclipse, showing up five years later with no milk, blatantly flirting with their crush: :3c uwu

Sun and Moon: 🙃🔪🔪🔪🙃🙃🙃🔪🙃🙃

no one:

absolutely utterly no one:

Pawn AU Eclipse:

A tale as old as time: a brilliant chase between a sly phantom thief and a—hey wait a minute!

Phantom Thief!Shuichi Saihara and Detective!Kokichi Ouma for my fic, [He Lies in Spades].

Where in Shuichi is a daring yet methodical phantom thief/vigilante dead set on exposing the truth and Kokichi is the eccentric, genius detective hot on his tail!

(reuploaded because I realized that my PT!Saihara looked too similar to a few PT!Ouma's, my bad! New design has more of a detective trench coat vibe befitting of our retried private eye!)

Batman Unburied Riddler is so Reformed!Riddler coded, I love it

Detective Comics #822 - ‘E. Nigma, Consulting Detective.’ / Batman Unburied, Episode 6 / Batman Unburied, Episode 4

[Image ID: 4 rows of pictures comparing Detective Comics to Batman Unburied. The first row has two comic frames: Both are of The Riddler and Bruce Wayne. In the first frame Riddler is holding up a photograph, seemingly of Bruce at a gala. Riddler says: “Observe - Though the man in the photograph is easily six feet, I’d wager our Bruce is taller, six two at least, and I’d say 210 pounds?”. Bruce replies: “Haven’t been on the scale today.” In the second frame The Riddler continues and trails of: “And the facial features and physique, while similar are more sharply defined in person than in…” Bruce interrupts: “What?” The Riddler continues: “Hmm? Oh, a passing resemblance to something else, I’m sorry”.

The second row is of a Batman Unburied transcript: “BRUCE: H-how, Riddler? How did you --. RIDDLER: Uncover your kink for playing dress-up? Simple observation. The way dates lined up. Playboy Bruce Wayne's public appearances. Crime patterns. The improbable jawline beneath that cowl, showing up in the fucking society pages. The puzzle isn't challenging. Most people are just too stupid to figure it out. BRUCE: (Pained wince)”

The third row is of two comic frames. In one Batman is standing alone in an alley. Out of frame, someone says: “What’s this? Is the great Batman out of clues?”. In the second frame, The Riddler is leaning on the batmobile, saying: “That was a rhetorical question, not a riddle.” Batman replies: “Get off my car.”

The fourth row is of the Batman Unburied transcript: “RIDDLER: And the big ol’ penny? Is that your namesake, I take it? ALFRED: What did I say about coinage and riddles? RIDDLER: That wasn’t a riddle, it was a joke.”

/end ID]

I love my characters so much, I draw them all equally (has only drawn Eva recently)

I know nobody cares but here they are Davies&Carter agency of investigation.

These are my OCs John Davies and Alan Carter, they used to be in the police but not anymore, they opened their own agency and became private investigators.

I will probably never finish their book but I love drawing them.

I just got an ad for a game where Pedro Pascal is a detective trying to solve a mystery.

And my brain immediately made up a fake scenario where Pedro Pascals detective character is part of the Knives Out universe. So there is this mystery with two opposing / interested parties, who would like the case to be resolved for their own motives. One side hires Benoit Blanc and the other side hires another private investigator (Pedro Pascal!). They are constantly running into each other. But they both try to solve the mystery on their own, because they both would like to be the first one to solve it before the other does so. Funny banter ensues.

Can someone write this? In my mind, it would be hilarious.

Or is there already fanfiction like this? Does anyone have recs?

@bugthebugsblog abnus

this jimmy with this sea tho..........thoughts are being thunk and so on and so forth

Since I'm going through my notes. Here's a snippet from an old WIP

Cody and Fox after the war, no order 66, the stories called 'Fox gets a job' and I wrote quite a bit of it but then I hit a point where I didn't know what happened next lol so I moved on to something else.

Cody gives him a long look, one of the ones he's learnt from his Jedi. Theyre beginning to merge in to one person. "Fox, do you actually want a job?"

Fox smiles. "Brother, you don't go to interviews if you don't want a job. We can't all marry in to wealth!"

"He's a monk, Fox. He took a vow of poverty."

"Ah." Fox tilts his head. "There's more to wealth than the material."

"True." Cody Acquiesces. "There is a wealth in connections. Much like the ones I used to get you this interview."

His brother shoots him a dirty look.

"If you want the job, you don't tell them you killed your last boss! You aren't stupid Fox, I don't need to explain cause and affect to you! So what is this? Really?"

Fox shrugs. "I'm just done lying to natborns to keep them happy. "

Cody narrows his eyes. "OK fine, but no-one is asking you to get a job with natborns! There are dozens of brothers who'd kill to have you working with them. You know Wolffe keeps offering. Hell! You don't even need a job. Come live with us."

"Oh yes nothing I want more than to live in Cody and Obi Wans home for wayward siblings. Me and Skywalker can share a bunkbed!"

Cody rolls his eyes. "You know there's another spare room."

Then he sighs, looking up at him with those stupid eyes. All hopeful and sickeningly sincere. The Jedi were honestly getting to the guy, Cody was getting all soft. Too much time with tubies and religion could do that to a man.

"Look, just tell me you're doing this for fun." He says. "If you are fucking up all these interviews for shits and giggles then go ahead. We can meet up for drinks and laugh about the stupid natborn of the week. But Fox. If this is something else...Just tell me this isn't some kind of self destruction, OK?"

"I don't not want a job." Fox tries.

The look Cody gives him is pained. "Go on."

a lil something I have in the works for kinktober..this might not be everybody’s thing so fair warning:

tw// CNC, binding, implied kidnapping

“God, it’s like you never learn…one of these days, something bad is going to happen to you and I won’t be there to stop it..”

words you had heard uttered countless times from the mouth of the one person you dreaded hearing them from. It was almost like a broken record, spinning on repeat. And even so, no matter how many times the needle turned…how many times it screamed at you, it never quite sunk into your thick skull. But if only you had listened..just taken heed to that warning once, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. You wouldn’t be sitting in the backseat of this car; tape binding those wrists, legs trembling from the fright of the unknown. A waiting game of sorts to see what would transpire next..what exactly would your fate be? One of heroism or horror? Would you leave this situation unscathed? All questions circulated your head as your eyes darted around the interior and suddenly fell on your captor..a face that seemed so familiar yet foreign. One shrouded in a sinister smile as it examined your body..deep seeded eyes trailing up from those exposed thighs to those plump breasts, courtesy of that cute little ensemble you just had to wear whilst sneaking around. You were a private investigator after all..a sleuth true to your core but you lacked awareness. For your surroundings and many other things. Those same eyes had observed you snooping around the outskirts of some seedy area whilst scouting for evidence. Watching you bend over and pick up various items, catching a glimpse of those thin panties…it drove him crazy! But alas, he could quell those urges. He could finally teach you the lesson you so desperately deserve. His fingers suddenly shifted upward to that same spot where his eyes first locked in..running along the lining of your thin little panties before tugging them back and exposing your dripping little cunt to the cool air..

“I tried to warn you, didn’t I? I told you something bad would happen but you never take me seriously.” That deep voice rattling off in your ear and sending shivers creeping up your spine. It should’ve meant nothing..shouldn’t have made you react this way but you couldn’t help but be captivated by this illustrious captor..

“Let’s see how much of a joke you take me for when I’m done fucking you senseless..”

i’m just now watching the video and haven’t been on here at all bc spoilers but i gotta scream this into the void or i won’t make it through the video: DO NOT DO THIS TO DIL WE CANNOT RECOVER FROM COP DIL 😭😭😭

True Detective: Rust Cohle's Office

Just two “friends”, “hanging out” "Solving" crimes

i need to rewatch veronica mars again. i miss her. i wish there were more shows like that. the show’s depiction of women was far from perfect but the writing for veronica mars and lilly kane was genuinely great and they remain some of the best written female characters ive seen. honestly the depiction of lilly kane is genuinely one of the most impressive things about this show the way they portrayed her as a fairly realistic self-centred teenager who did dumb things but still had empathy for her and the narrative never once judged her or blamed her for her murder.