J. Moriarty

The worlds only consulting criminal. I solve problems for you if you ask nicely and refrain from being boring. If you find something daddy might like, tag it J Moriarty.

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The one who matters; Molly/Jim

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He let the silence stretch between them for a few moments before asking;

“So, do you want dessert or something? Or would you rather go somewhere else?”

Still playing slightly awkward, gentle Jim from IT, only in Westwood rather than jeans and T-shirt. A sweet little stray waiting to be taken home and cared for. A lost boy in need of rescuing.

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Molly liked this sort of nervous, out-of-place Jim. In all honesty, she couldn’t see how he was much different than the Jim she had dated before. He really was a lovely fellow - or, at least Molly thought so. And gosh, did he ever look handsome in a suit. The thought alone of such a high-class, attractive man fancying Molly made her heart skip a beat. 

“It’s— it’s up to you, really… I don’t need any more food…” she assured him. In reality, she could’ve gone for dessert but had no desire to make him spend money on her. She didn’t, however, want to leave him. Part of her wanted to care for him for some reason or another and the other part was addicted to him and his presence. The confidence boost alone his words provided her were like heroine, and she couldn’t imagine leaving without another fix, and another, and another.

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"Let´s go then." He said. "Only if you don´t mind of course."

Quiet, shy, soft. Don´t scare her.

The noise and menagerie of scents in restaurant was giving him a headache. And anyway, the evening had only begun.

"I have something I would like to show you." He glanced away again, pretending to be afraid his proposal might be too forward. Anything to seem appealing right now.

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The one who matters; Molly/Jim

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And the gears and wheels clicked into place, everything playing out according to script. A drama enacted simultaneously in hundreds of places, and the same every time. Perfect. He let some of his pleasure show on his face, but avoided her eyes so as to seem shy.

“That´s. That´s good. I mean. Yes, that´s good.” His smile turned into a rueful grin.

He took her hand, shyly. Still blinking at her, pretending to be flustered. Their food had long gone cold.

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Molly would’ve never thought of Jim being so shy, but it was terribly flattering and she couldn’t help but grin foolishly at him. She was unaware of dancing so precisely in the play Jim was conducting. She was unaware of his intentions. Molly appeared to have touched the stove, been burned, and dreamed of an encounter where she would not be burned again. She had not learned her lesson - but she believed the best in people, and that was all that mattered.

She was nervous, but in a good way. His hand wrapped around hers was reassuring, and she felt cared for. All Molly had ever really wanted was care and attention, and here was a man that gave it to her. She wondered why Sherlock continued to warn her of him when, regardless of his career choice, he treated Molly so well — or, rather, well enough for her.

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He let the silence stretch between them for a few moments before asking;

"So, do you want dessert or something? Or would you rather go somewhere else?"

Still playing slightly awkward, gently Jim from IT, only in Westwood rather than jeans and T-shirt. A sweet little stray waiting to be taken home and cared for. A lost boy in need of rescuing.

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The Tiger, by Pablo Neruda , 1952

[…] And I remain watching for years in the forest over your bones, your ashes, motionless, far from hatred and anger, disarmed in your death, crossed by lianas, motionless in the rain, relentless sentinel of my murderous love.

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Why?

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My, daddys got visitors!

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Where did you lot come from?

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Tail end of Munday, so have an old picture of me.

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Hey. Just letting you know I´m still alive, trying to get my Jim-Muse back. So, I´m not one to throw stones.

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Mirror, Mirror; Jim/Jamie Moriarty

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“So, this happens often?” Jamie smirked, biting her lip as Jim thrusted into her in a slow pace, touching her deep inside, making her squirm slightly. “Women breaking into your office, willingly spreading their legs. I’m not surprised.”

The scratches on her skin hurt, they burned slightly but Jamie really didn’t mind, the pain intensifying her feelings. She pushed up against his touch, back against his cock as she stared up into his eyes, her gaze unbroken.

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“I can´t help having fans, dear.” He smirked, then gasped for breath, almost breaking eye-contact, when she moved against him. He could have let her wait some more, but her movements suggested impatience, so he began thrusting harder and faster, intent on bringing them both to climax now.

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Jamie was actually a little bit sad that this was not something that would last. This was hard and fast and dirty and it was truly amazing like this but a part in her wished that this could go on for hour, fucking each other in every possible position. On a bed, in the kitchen. Her on top, him on top. Suddenly she wanted so much she couldn’t have. 

She moaned deeply, her hand falling into her lap, stroking herself.

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The sounds she made drove him over the edge. He tried holing back, tried to keep his control,but failed miserably. Jim bit back a curse as he came, whether of pleasure or anger, he did not know. His eyes had become black pools, his head thrown back, leaving him vulnerable. Not a common occurrence.

[jm-consulting-criminal]

Mun and Muse wanted, alive.

The Mun is depressed and suicidal, the muse is in hiding. Feel free to try and coax one of them out.

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I am back

I´m sorry I vanished off the face of the earth, but my computer had caught a virus and needed fixing on Sunday.

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A drawing of the tiger.

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Mirror, Mirror; Jim/Jamie Moriarty

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“Since you asked…” He purred softly. He fumbled at his buttons, belying any apparent self control. He covered himself before slowly thrusting into her. A small moan escaped him. He curls his hand in her hair, fixing her head but not pulling, then leaned in and bit her neck, nibbling and sucking to leave his mark.

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“I don’t know whether I should find it sexy or weird that you have a condom in your back pocket.” Jamie teased her male self but the smirk left her lips as soon as he thrusted into her. She gasped, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling of being filled such as the slight pain that came from Jim gripping her hair and biting her neck. 

She moved against him, eagerly, her legs still wrapped around the narrow waist as she tried to push him deeper into her. 

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Jim resisted, pulling out a bit before obliging her. He settled into a slow, deep rhythm, guessing she would have a long fuse.her comment made him chuckle.

“I think it´s practical.” He smirked down at her. “You never know what happens. Sometimes I find surprise gifts in my office.”

Starting just under her chin, Jim hooked his fingers and scratched four flushed lines of cold fire down her pale skin, then up again, varying the pace now.

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“So, this happens often?” Jamie smirked, biting her lip as Jim thrusted into her in a slow pace, touching her deep inside, making her squirm slightly. “Women breaking into your office, willingly spreading their legs. I’m not surprised.”

The scratches on her skin hurt, they burned slightly but Jamie really didn’t mind, the pain intensifying her feelings. She pushed up against his touch, back against his cock as she stared up into his eyes, her gaze unbroken.

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"I can´t help having fans, dear." He smirked, then gasped for breath, almost breaking eye-contact, when she moved against him. He could have let her wait some more, but her movements suggested impatience, so he began thrusting harder and faster, intent on bringing them both to climax now.

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I´m sorry, can you send me links if I owe you?

Please forgive me.

[cheshirecodeless]

To whom it may concern

I am terribly sorry for abandoning you like this, but real life has me in it´s clutches. I promise to do replies as soon as I can, okay?

Forgive me, please?