Consulting King

Make it snappy, honey. I've got things to do, games to plan, ordinary people to kill.... This blog is on semi-hiatus until further notice

[manbehindthespider]

“Should I even ask why you are dancing to American pop music?” Sebastian asks walking into the studio.

[consultingking-jim]

"No darling, you shouldn't. But for all intensive purposes you just did.

[unwanted-animal]

All Aboard the Dinghy: Keeping Rarepairs Afloat in the Fandom

Within the Sherlock fandom, small and rare ships often get shoved aside or ignored in favor of one of the Big Ships. We’ll talk about how to keep your chin up when you don’t get much visibility, how to spread positivity, and how to tag your works to reach a greater audience.

The panel Jim, JayJay and me are hosting is at 9PM EST (about 2 hours from now)! This link will show you how to get into the chat!

[unwanted-animal]

Half an hour!

[unwanted-animal]

it’s now!

[consultingking-jim]

Come and join us!

[yourdearestwatson]

"Joooohhhhny boy. Come on, is the blindfold really necessary?"

“Yes,” John said bluntly “Trust me.”

[yourdearestwatson]

John chuckled, brushing his lips against his lover’s cheek. “soon.”

[consultingking-jim]

Jim whined, and reached out for John, chasing him with a pout. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

[tech013]

Jim knocks on the door, stepping back it while he waits for the answer. He's dressed in the agency's uniform of tight leather pants and half opened white button up shirt, pale muscles of his chest exposed for his customer's approval. (I'm sorry, I say prostitute and couldn't resist)

It was downtime mid-mission and Lise needed. But this time round he didn’t want to sleep with any of the other guys on the crew; considering they were treating him like shit because they weren’t his usual team and thought he was just a lousy technician who would get in their way. In fact, if it wasn’t for him, one of them - Agent M20 aka Moggy would have been shot dead. Instead, he got his arm cut by the bullet when he pulled him out of the way and not even a single thanks was given. 

Half dressed in a towel around his hips and a slightly bloodied bandage on his arm, Lise opened the door to greet the man he hired from the agency. Glancing him over in less than a second, the corners of his lips quirked up and the door swung wider. “Hello, come on in.”

[tech013]

Jim’s grin told him what his answer would be and Lise was already smirking in return before he even heard those words. Turning to follow, the taller paused to appreciate the little show the man was giving him, making him bite his bottom lip in anticipation. The sight of that tent mirrored his own behind his towel and he licked his lips, meeting that gaze. “Don’t mind if I do~”

In a few swift steps, he shed off his own towel onto the back of a chair and got down on a knee to brush his cheek over that bulge, fingers hooking around that waistband to help tug them down. As lovely as those leather trousers were to his eyes, they were always a little hard to remove and he could not help being rough as he did so. Lise made it up right away however, with lowered lashes and open lips to hungrily kiss and lick at his prize.

[consultingking-jim]

Jim’s head goes back, eyes closing in pleasure, mouth slightly open in a drawn out moan. The roughness of the removal of his trousers is smoothed over by the soft touch of Lise’s mouth on his cock, on the way his lips kiss. Sparks of pleasure fly up from every touch, and he barely remembers to take another bit of the pear.

But remember he does, and the combination of sweet heat on his cock and fruity sugars on his tongue is an ecstasy all of it’s own, a private pleasure that Jim delights in. His eyes open, looking down at the man who has provided both aspects of that, and gives him a smile with juice dripping down his lips.

[disasterlarper]

I don’t know if you know this but here’s a live feed of porn searches being made right now. 

[minervamori]

#one person is just searching ‘jeremy’ #no other keywords whatsoever #nothing else will suffice #this person can ONLY be satisfied by jeremy #good luck you poor lost soul

[angband]

I’m cying

[bodhirookes-moved]

SOMEONE JUST SEARCHED COUCH PEE SEND HELP

[lostinspirefell]

MEOW CAR SUCKING WELL………

[consultingking-jim]

Who the fuck searched for adult content?????

[yourdearestwatson]

"Joooohhhhny boy. Come on, is the blindfold really necessary?"

“Yes,” John said bluntly “Trust me.”

[yourdearestwatson]

“That’s rather the point, love.”

[consultingking-jim]

“How much longer, then?”

[yourdearestwatson]

"Joooohhhhny boy. Come on, is the blindfold really necessary?"

“Yes,” John said bluntly “Trust me.”

[consultingking-jim]

“But I can’t see what the surprise is.”

[aliitvodeson]

Hi guys, I’m Jean/James and I write fics featuring shota, pedophile and non-consensual acts. If you don’t like that, get the fuck off my blog.

In response to this… {post}

[consultingking-jim]

I don’t support these actions in real life, but I write about them, draw them, and throughly enjoy reading about them. So hey, straight from the personal, here you guys go.

[johniartyruinedmylife]

finally got around to making a fic recs page! :) not sure how much good it is but somebody might find it useful

[consultingking-jim]

I don’t think I’ve ever had someone put Share the Taste on a fic rec list before, but I’m so glad that you liked it

[tech013]

Jim knocks on the door, stepping back it while he waits for the answer. He's dressed in the agency's uniform of tight leather pants and half opened white button up shirt, pale muscles of his chest exposed for his customer's approval. (I'm sorry, I say prostitute and couldn't resist)

It was downtime mid-mission and Lise needed. But this time round he didn’t want to sleep with any of the other guys on the crew; considering they were treating him like shit because they weren’t his usual team and thought he was just a lousy technician who would get in their way. In fact, if it wasn’t for him, one of them - Agent M20 aka Moggy would have been shot dead. Instead, he got his arm cut by the bullet when he pulled him out of the way and not even a single thanks was given. 

Half dressed in a towel around his hips and a slightly bloodied bandage on his arm, Lise opened the door to greet the man he hired from the agency. Glancing him over in less than a second, the corners of his lips quirked up and the door swung wider. “Hello, come on in.”

[tech013]

That touch on his shoulder was amazingly good, even comforting with its gentility to the point he felt a tiny stab of guilt for lusting after the man already. Pleased and breaking out into a grin, he peppered kisses up to that jaw before pulling back to look at Jim. “You do. Shall I let you finish that pear? Or you wouldn’t mind me blowing you while you do?” He asked, enthusiastic to start but trying to play it cool. Of course, he had already stepped back so that the other can move to the bed if he wanted, since he did not mind it either way.

[consultingking-jim]

Jim rolls his upper lip over his lower, a slight grin edging onto his expression. “Well, I’m not going to pass up on that offer.” He slides past Lise towards the bed, taking another bite of the pear and leaning back against the mattress, grinning wickedly as he does so. Black leather trousers tent over his growing bulge, adding to the overall come and get me impression. Juice rungs down his skin as he pushes at the waistband of his trousers, dark eyes on Lise. “Come on then.”

[tech013]

Jim knocks on the door, stepping back it while he waits for the answer. He's dressed in the agency's uniform of tight leather pants and half opened white button up shirt, pale muscles of his chest exposed for his customer's approval. (I'm sorry, I say prostitute and couldn't resist)

It was downtime mid-mission and Lise needed. But this time round he didn’t want to sleep with any of the other guys on the crew; considering they were treating him like shit because they weren’t his usual team and thought he was just a lousy technician who would get in their way. In fact, if it wasn’t for him, one of them - Agent M20 aka Moggy would have been shot dead. Instead, he got his arm cut by the bullet when he pulled him out of the way and not even a single thanks was given. 

Half dressed in a towel around his hips and a slightly bloodied bandage on his arm, Lise opened the door to greet the man he hired from the agency. Glancing him over in less than a second, the corners of his lips quirked up and the door swung wider. “Hello, come on in.”

[tech013]

Pears were never really his thing until he looked up from where he was drying to see its juice just running down that chin and throat. The crunch of it had surprised him mildly enough to make him look, since he had naturally expected some other fruit taken. Least of all, the discreet pear. Clearing his throat with a glance away to swallow, Lise ran a hand through his hair to sweep back whatever had fallen to the front with his bending over.

With a deep breath, his grey eyes returned and cast a wave of appreciation over the other this time. “I’m more the traditional kind, if you don’t mind Sweet?” Already walking over to Jim, he placed his hands to either side of those hips and dipped his head down just so he can lick up that tempting trail from that throat. The payment was already half deposited so he assumed things could start any time. After all, Jim was the one looking deliciously teasing over here.

[consultingking-jim]

Jim smirks when he catches Lise looking. People always expected something corny when hookers are offered fruit. And he worked to do the things that they don’t see coming. Pears, dripping with juice and actually not to bad for taste, worked wonders. It’s worked out for him every time, and especially when Lise looks away and then back again.

He moves his hand away to let Lise in, tilts his head to let Lise catch the sticky juice up from his skin, smiling as he does so. With unoccupied hand, her runs his fingers along Lise’s arm, over the muscle in his shoulder, softly dancing over the skin with almost childlike tenderness. “I’ll try to live up to that name, then.”

[yourboswell]

"Do you have to tie me up?"

“It could be worse. I could be strapping a bomb to you.”

[yourboswell]

“… Now what in the world gave you that idea?”

[consultingking-jim]

“Well, you’ve got a gun inyour pocket, and you haven’t shot me yet. Cause you liiiiiike me!”

[tech013]

Jim knocks on the door, stepping back it while he waits for the answer. He's dressed in the agency's uniform of tight leather pants and half opened white button up shirt, pale muscles of his chest exposed for his customer's approval. (I'm sorry, I say prostitute and couldn't resist)

It was downtime mid-mission and Lise needed. But this time round he didn’t want to sleep with any of the other guys on the crew; considering they were treating him like shit because they weren’t his usual team and thought he was just a lousy technician who would get in their way. In fact, if it wasn’t for him, one of them - Agent M20 aka Moggy would have been shot dead. Instead, he got his arm cut by the bullet when he pulled him out of the way and not even a single thanks was given. 

Half dressed in a towel around his hips and a slightly bloodied bandage on his arm, Lise opened the door to greet the man he hired from the agency. Glancing him over in less than a second, the corners of his lips quirked up and the door swung wider. “Hello, come on in.”

[tech013]

“Vuhs. And you? Got any pet names I can call you with too?” He asked, closing the door behind the man after. Stretching out his back a little, he went back into the room (nothing fancy - they were all on military budget after all) and gestured at the counter where he had canned drinks, pizza, fried wings, coleslaw and some other fruits and salad. 

“Help yourself if you like.” He said, moving to grab another towel by the window to dry up whatever was left dripping off his body. The room was small but clean, with a single bed for one and a bathtub attached bathroom. It had wifi, a small TV, a safe and a built-in closet aside from the counter table and mirror. Overall it was meant for travelling businessmen though in this case, military personnel. It sure was still kept in prime condition like a well-trained soldier would.

[consultingking-jim]

The bowl of fruit is very tempting, but Jim doesn’t go for the stereotypical flirt fruit. He ignores the banana bunch, and instead grabs a pear, nicking his fingernail into it and smirking at the overripe juice that drips onto the skin. Perfect.

“My name’s Jim, but you’re allowed to get creative. I don’t mind.” Jim casts his eyes around the room, and settles for leaning back against the counter, watching Vuhs with dark brown eyes, a burning twinkle in them when he licks his lips. He bites into the pear, and juice starts tickling down his chin, faint and gleaming against his skin.

[tech013]

Jim knocks on the door, stepping back it while he waits for the answer. He's dressed in the agency's uniform of tight leather pants and half opened white button up shirt, pale muscles of his chest exposed for his customer's approval. (I'm sorry, I say prostitute and couldn't resist)

It was downtime mid-mission and Lise needed. But this time round he didn’t want to sleep with any of the other guys on the crew; considering they were treating him like shit because they weren’t his usual team and thought he was just a lousy technician who would get in their way. In fact, if it wasn’t for him, one of them - Agent M20 aka Moggy would have been shot dead. Instead, he got his arm cut by the bullet when he pulled him out of the way and not even a single thanks was given. 

Half dressed in a towel around his hips and a slightly bloodied bandage on his arm, Lise opened the door to greet the man he hired from the agency. Glancing him over in less than a second, the corners of his lips quirked up and the door swung wider. “Hello, come on in.”

[consultingking-jim]

Jim’s used to the men who open the door being ill dressed, out right fat more often than they’re merely pudgy, often in ill fitting clothes and smelling of three days without shaving. It’s the sort of business he’s in and can’t avoid, and so he merely got used to the dreadful nature of his customers. At least they still pay him well.

He’s not at all ready for an extraordinarily fit man to open the door, one with bared chest and water still dripping down his skin, looking for all the world like he’s the one being paid to be there, and not Jim. The hooker holds back his appreciation for the sight (he hopes) from showing on his face, but he certainly feels it. “Hello. You got a name, tonight?”

[yourboswell]

"Do you have to tie me up?"

“It could be worse. I could be strapping a bomb to you.”

[yourboswell]

“What a great loss that would be.”

[consultingking-jim]

“Don’t lie to yourself, Johnny boy. You liiike me.”

[he-died]

Gonna start easing back into playing Jim. Like this for a starter

[the-detectives-blogger]

*jumps around excitedly*

*tacklehugs*

I MISSED YOU DARLING

[consultingking-jim]

It’s been too long! I misses you!

[the-detectives-blogger]

I missed you too!!! How are you diong? Is your Jim muse back? Are you okay? 

[consultingking-jim]

I have survived. School is… Schhol. Jim’s slowly coming back.

How are you?

[the-detectives-blogger]

Understood. Glad to see you nad Jim both ^^ Lemme know if/when you wanna pick up our petlock thing, if you do. No pressure though, it really is just good to see you. *hugs*

Im pretty stressed right now, kind of going through a housing crisis. Again. :( 

[consultingking-jim]

Ah shit, darling, that’s no good :( Hope you get out of that soon - I’ll be praying for you

And yes! I’d love to continue it! Though I’ve the link..... Oops

[yourboswell]

"Do you have to tie me up?"

“It could be worse. I could be strapping a bomb to you.”

[yourboswell]

“Oh, no, I don’t have the money for that. Though I might gag you…”

[consultingking-jim]

“Oh, darling, then you wouldn’t be able to hear my witty comments.”