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Late, but official, announcement of hiatus

// Jim's muse is a fickle bitch and he's comes very rarely. So, while I may be very late in saying so, Jim is officially on hiatus. I can be found here or here if anyone needs me.

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Consulting Criminal

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Jim waited patiently with his hand outstretched as the young man's face filled with shock, completely unfiltered, appearing plainly on his face. A smirk spread across Jim's own features as the other took his hand and, as calmly as possible, shook his hand. "Didn't your father teach you any manners?" He said, raising his brows. "You aren't goung to offer me a drink? Tea? Anything?" 

Secret Son

Oh, he’d definitely stumbled upon an interesting little tidbit, didn’t he? And Mycroft expected to keep it a secret, made obvious by the several obstacles the man put in between Jim and the politician’s son. Not his own flesh and blood, no, but just as good with the man’s education and what great care Mycroft took to him. He just had to say hello.

So he broke into the man’s flat, making it look nothing was amiss, and wandered about the flat a little before settling in the living room, finding a comfortable armchair and draping an elegant leg over the other.

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The flickerings and beginings of a cracked mask appeared on Ian's face, and maybe ordinary people wouldn't see it, but Jim was anything but ordinary. Jim broke the rules; he bit, he scratched, he bruised. Jim was possesive. Ian liked to pretend he didn't enjoy it, but Jim knew better. Jim knew of Ian's self-destructive nature and he indulged the man. It was fascinating.

"You know what I like." Jim murmured, his hand rising to push through Ian's hair, gently at first befor grabbing a firm fistful and pulling Ian's head further upwards, exposing the man's neck. The criminal smiled at the nervous twitch in the dominators cheek. Oh, that was simply adorable.. "The usual ought to suffice."

Jim kept the thin smile on his face, sighing dramatically. Ian had this look about him; innocent but intelligent. Oh, the man had smarts, Jim would give him that. He knew fully aware of what he was doing, calculating eyes watching. Jim caressed a thumb across Ian’s cheeks, his smirk widening when the man turned and kissed his palm. “I find myself in need of your services again, dear.”

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Jim was more annoyed than furious, looking at Sebastian with as neutral as look as possible. He had expected some reaction from the punch, so when he got nothing he was tempted to let fly a few more punches, hurt him, maybe get his knife, push the man to that edge, but he didn't. Maybe later. When he was bored. Now he just sighed, waving a hand.

"I'll let you settle in. We've had such a long and exhausting day." He said, giving Sebastian his sweetest smirk. He left it off as that, simply walking away, to his office, where he had every intention of watching the camera's he had had set up in the poor Inspector's home. Oh, yes, he wanted to see how the man was doing for his own satisfaction. 

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His dramatics had no positive effect on Sebastian, and he mentally refused to  be impressed by anything he would show him. When Jim reeled back and slugged him,  it was only a surprise. It hurt, yes, but he was more shocked that the man who’d taken hin from everything he’d loved, all possibility of a normal life, He glared at him, keeping his mouth shut until Moriarty gave him a direct question. “Yes, sir. I do.”

And it’s for exactly that reason that you’ll get no more out of me then absolutely necessary.

“Where d’you want me, then?”

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Jim was quiet as the man walked into the flat, a small smirk on his face as the man slid off his jacket and threw it carelessly onto the rack. He had to stop himself from chuckling when the man turned on the light and a look of shock spread across his face and he sputtered words, throwing up his hands as if he held a weapon.

"Hello." He answered, rising from his seat. He took a few careful steps forward, stopping an facing the man with his entire body. Yes, he could see the resemblance now. "Very nice to meet you." He extended a hand. "Jim Moriarty."

Secret Son

Oh, he’d definitely stumbled upon an interesting little tidbit, didn’t he? And Mycroft expected to keep it a secret, made obvious by the several obstacles the man put in between Jim and the politician’s son. Not his own flesh and blood, no, but just as good with the man’s education and what great care Mycroft took to him. He just had to say hello.

So he broke into the man’s flat, making it look nothing was amiss, and wandered about the flat a little before settling in the living room, finding a comfortable armchair and draping an elegant leg over the other.

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Jim kept the thin smile on his face, sighing dramatically. Ian had this look about him; innocent but intelligent. Oh, the man had smarts, Jim would give him that. He knew fully aware of what he was doing, calculating eyes watching. Jim caressed a thumb across Ian's cheeks, his smirk widening when the man turned and kissed his palm. "I find myself in need of your services again, dear."

“You didn’t need to bring a thing, just your pretty, little self.” Jim said, standing and coming around his chair to approach the man. He saw right through the smile, and his own spread across his features. “Ian, there’s no reason to feel nervous.” He lifted a hand, curling his palm and fingers around the man’s cheek, in an almost loving gesture.

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Jim was growing impatient now, thin fingers twisting in Sebastian's hair, urging him on, growling. He hissed when his sniper's cock rubbed against his own, pulling the man down further to attach his mouth to his neck, sucking roughly so a mark could be left he could admire later. Right now, he needed a nice, rough shag so he could get back to work. Not to mention, he needed to put time into his poor tiger. As much as the sentiment annoyed him, with lack of attention, there would be a significant dip in his quality of work.

Jim heard the ripping of the package and he spread his legs, waiting. He groaned when he felt a finger slip into him, a hand slipping from the top of Sebastians hair and running down his chest, all nails, red marks left behind. He looped it around and took hold of his tiger's arm, gripping tight. 

Welcome home, sir || (sir-jim/colsmoran) [NSFW]

Jim moved back to the passenger seat, wiggling out of his trousers as fast as he could. In return, Sebastian pushed his own trousers down as far as was necessary. The man pulled himself on top of him again, and Sebastian pulled him closer, leaning in to claim the man’s lips. But Jim grabbed him by his scalp, pulling at his hair and murmuring encouraging words at him. He groaned, the skin on his head burning, his neck arched and throat exposed. A soft gasp left his throat and he rolled his hips, his cock brushing against Jim’s.

He reached for his trouser pocket, taking out his wallet and finding a condom and a sachet of lube. Tearing open the wrapper with lube first, he squirted some on his fingers, reaching between Jim’s legs to push in a slick finger,

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outoftouch; sorry i've been neglecting jim so much. his muse is an extremely fickle one. i'll going to answer asks and attempt replies in a moment. if you're a new follow and would like to reply, don't be shy to send me an ask.

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Secret Son

Oh, he'd definitely stumbled upon an interesting little tidbit, didn't he? And Mycroft expected to keep it a secret, made obvious by the several obstacles the man put in between Jim and the politician's son. Not his own flesh and blood, no, but just as good with the man's education and what great care Mycroft took to him. He just had to say hello.

So he broke into the man's flat, making it look nothing was amiss, and wandered about the flat a little before settling in the living room, finding a comfortable armchair and draping an elegant leg over the other.

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Jim purred his apprival as Sebastian began to move again, his rough hands going down to Jim's belt and undoing it, unzipping his trousers as well. "Goood Tiger." He moaned, gasping when his snipers fingers curled around his cock and pulled him out of his pants. Jim was quick; he pulled off, smirking in a way he knew was playful and just screamed come and get me, rolling over onto the passenger seat and wiggling out of his trousers and pants, leaving hs completely exposed and his weeping cock pressed up against his stomach.

He reached over and gripped Sebastian's shirt, tugging him to entice the man to straddle him. Oh, he hoped Mycroft was watching. It'd be a nice smack in the face; Jim had gotten what he wanted, he was released and now he wa getting shagged. Of course, he wasn't just doing this to get back at Mycroft, oh no. Six weeks of nothing had Jim pretty desperate. He hated it, needing this, but Sebastian always made it at least worth while.

"C'mon, Tiger." He murmured, hands raising now that he'd made it known want he wanted, and his fingers buried into Sebastian's hair, pulling at the strands, smirking wildly. 

Welcome home, sir || (sir-jim/colsmoran) [NSFW]

Sebastian shifted himself and lifted his arms to allow Jim to remove his shirt entirely and mouth over his chest, paying particular attention to his snipers pert nipples, letting his tongue trail over them almost lazily before pulling back and letting Sebastian pull up his shirt and remove it. Jim didn’t have any intention to let this end quickly, he wanted his sniper laid out before him and begging, he wanted to be left completely wrecked, and he didn’t care who happened to drive by and see them.

Then Jim was being pushed away slightly and his body scrutinised, causing him to growl viciously, his hands on Sebastian’s chest pushing back down. “Don’t you dare fucking stop or I’ll slit your fucking throat.” He breathed, an edge to his voice as be grounded down on his sniper. But the man was having none of it and Jim sighed, sitting back. “I don’t know what you were expecting. Did you think they would take care of me, feed me? I’m practically a war crininal, Sebastian. Now stop being a sentimental idiot and fuck me.”

He pushed Sebastian down roughly, pressing his lips to his snipers, grinding his hips down against the man, trying to distract him and get him back into it.

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"You didn't need to bring a thing, just your pretty, little self." Jim said, standing and coming around his chair to approach the man. He saw right through the smile, and his own spread across his features. "Ian, there's no reason to feel nervous." He lifted a hand, curling his palm and fingers around the man's cheek, in an almost loving gesture. 

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Jim crossed a delicate leg over the other, his finger tapping on his knee, looking up at the man as he walked in. “Ah, Ian, thank god. I need you. Now.”