The leather of the sofa is sticky under John’s knees, breath leaving damp patches against the backrest. He shifts slightly, trying to balance as Sherlock finishes tying him wrists to elbows in a complex series of knots that makes John’s shoulders strain deliciously with every movement. He should be panicking, he thinks distantly, but the touch of Sherlock’s lips at the dip of his back soothes him, calms his nerves and gives him the confidence to finally let go, surrender, and submit.

mazarin221b:

johnwantsit:

MAZ  *hyperventilates*

(Seriously, everyone, there have been some great little smutlets posted for the Johnwantsit askbox challenge! If you like bottom!John, I suggest you hie your self over there and read!)

I do love you. ;_;

Also yes.  ^_^  The queue’s been running all night, so there are a good 12 or so of them posted by now!  Keep ‘em coming, the game runs all weekend!

(Coming up in the next few hours: priest kink, daddy kink, and moriarty/john!  

Submit your own, and YOU TOO can have your sexy bottomjohn ideas displayed and framed beautifully in a grey Tumblr box!)