Reprompt: Hypnosis
anonymous
January 6 2011, 16:36:53 UTC
I prompted this last post and it didn't get filled, so I'm posting it again cos I need it like BURNING.
OK, I have a major hypnotising/brainwashing/mind-control thing going on. It's not even a kink, its a full on obssession. So give it to me. Give me ANYTHING. Hypnosis used in sex (dub-con/non-con more than welcome), as a method of torture (maybe hypnotising someone to torture someone else), to get information out of a suspect or unwilling witness, or just for funny shenanigans. Seriously. Anything. I just need this lots.
Re: Reprompt: Hypnosisvelvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 09:47:14 UTC
I'm pretty sure it was your earlier prompt I was filling. If not it was a prompt that was pretty much exactly the same that was earlier (part V or VI?)
Anyway, I've been working on this puppy for about a month and it turned into something of a monster.
If it wasn't your prompt, hopefully the other prompter will see it and enjoy as well.
Stolen Moments pt 1/who the hell can guess, it's over 14,000 wordsvelvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 09:50:27 UTC
Warnings: non-con, plus a multitude of poorly-described case related violence.
Sherlock had become obsessed with his new flatmate.
More specifically obsessed with his skin. It was naturally fair, prone to showing rather than hiding its past, like a parchment full of secrets to be decoded. A small faded scar on the forehead told of childhood trauma. The freckling cross the back of the hand said that sun had once beat mercilessly on him for days. The uneven nails and the dry skin around his nose signaled that he had little vanity and didn't spend much thought on how others perceived him. The hardening of a callous there, on his finger, was work related. Uneven stubble meant his razor was dull - a forced frugality.
There was more, much more, hidden away under his clothes and it absolutely maddened Sherlock not to be able to read it.
"Sherlock?" asked John as they sat eating excellent Chinese in a restaurant with an awfully unappetizing name.
Stolen Moments pt 2/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 09:51:45 UTC
After interviewing the neighbors on the street Sherlock found the likely culprit - an eleven year old with dead looking eyes whose younger sister shied away from him. The child's mother was a bit of a psychopath herself, Sherlock realized as he scanned her over. Though outwardly dowdy and plump, there was nothing cuddly or comfortable about her. She was adept at putting on a false smile, like she did when she met Sherlock at the door, but once he'd begun questioning about the cat, the smile went off and he could see that her face was far more accustomed to coldness than warmth
( ... )
Stolen Moments pt 3/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 09:52:39 UTC
Unfortunately "obvious" was not synonymous with "easy."
Sherlock was quite certain that demanding John strip bare and present himself for inspection was far outside of the normal parameters of a flatmate relationship. Even asking politely would likely elicit an awkward laugh and then a very firm "no."
And yet, it was impossible for this teasing to continue. And teasing it was. It wasn't enough to see John's forearms when he washed dishes. Inspecting flecks of shed skin from John's pillow under a microscope had only fed the need to know more
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 4/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 09:53:59 UTC
The current case was blackmailer who specialized in taking paparazzi style photos and videos of men and women in flagrante delicto with people other than their spouses. Sherlock's initial urge was to turn down the case, after all, his client had dug her own grave. But she'd been adamant about her innocence, and Sherlock prided himself on being able to spot a liar
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 5/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 09:55:05 UTC
The answer came in the form of a speeding black car. John, discombobulated from having been nearly run over, did little more than sit on the sidewalk and stare at its retreating fender. Sherlock had been unfortunately at the wrong angle to see the license
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 6/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 09:55:53 UTC
Mycroft was already sitting on the chair next to the window when they entered 221B. John didn't ask how he got in, but Sherlock could see the question poised on his lips, before he gave a little shake of his head. Sherlock, of course, knew how Mycroft got in. He had a key. Keeping Mycroft out was impossible and a key cut down on the damage to the doors
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 8/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 09:58:41 UTC
Sherlock paced. There were so many reasons not to do this. The biggest of which was the very real chance that he'd do it wrong and be caught. On the other hand, if he didn't do something soon, he was going to do something really stupidly undignified, like launch himself at John and simply tear his clothes off
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 9/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 09:59:57 UTC
And there it was: positively acres of skin that John had been denying him for weeks. A cornucopia of information. Trembling with excitement Sherlock went to work, standing close by, his fingertips hovering over the skin.
The bullet wound first. He'd known about it for as long as he'd known John, but he'd never seen it. Never known it. 9 millimeter from the size of the injury, it had entered to the side of his armpit, bypassing his body armor and had nicked the lung before lodging in his scapula. Lung would have probably collapsed, filled with blood. Pneumothorax possible. Sherlock ran his thumb over the wound. The scar was a lumpy crimson knot. John grunted slightly as though the pressure was uncomfortable
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 10/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:33:25 UTC
It was inevitable that John would get a job. He'd been itching to find one since they'd moved in. His fiscal jitters had grown worse with each passing week, even though Sherlock had happily shared the fees he'd collected from his clients. John's pension barely covered rent and left nothing for the thousand other little necessities in life. A cab ride here, a new umbrella there. A coffee. Plastic containers to keep Sherlock's experiments separate from the perishables
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 11/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:34:45 UTC
It didn't.
On top of being inconvenient, unwanted, and utterly irrelevant to Sherlock's life, Sarah turned out to be remarkably tenacious. She affably accepted his presence on her date. She coped with the circus suddenly turning into a brawl. She even, god help her, was helpful with the case. And at the end of the night, after giving her statement to Lestrade, she'd kissed John's cheek and thanked him for saving her life.
"Is she possibly insane?" Sherlock asked after John smilingly informed him of their impending second date. "You'd think after all that, she'd have second thoughts."
John sighed. "Well, luckily for her, this time I plan an evening of, what did you term it, 'vapid entertainment and duller conversation.'" He grabbed his coat. "And you are not invited. Don't wait up." He left, then turned at the door at ducked his head back in. "Oh and Sherlock, should you get called on a case
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 12/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:35:20 UTC
Patience. Sherlock waited.
Half an hour. Too soon.
An hour. Possibly, better hold off a bit longer.
It wasn't fair that Sarah had seen more of John than Sherlock himself. She'd known him less than two weeks and already he'd doffed his clothes for her. It had taken Sherlock months and hypnosis to reach that point. Was sex really that important
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 13/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:36:10 UTC
John's relationship with Sarah went nowhere. Though Sherlock never inquired, the look of frustration on his face after the next two dates made it obvious that his bit of petty vengeance had hit home. After the third date he'd trudged straight to the shower. Sherlock waited patiently outside
( ... )
OK, I have a major hypnotising/brainwashing/mind-control thing going on. It's not even a kink, its a full on obssession. So give it to me. Give me ANYTHING. Hypnosis used in sex (dub-con/non-con more than welcome), as a method of torture (maybe hypnotising someone to torture someone else), to get information out of a suspect or unwilling witness, or just for funny shenanigans. Seriously. Anything. I just need this lots.
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Anyway, I've been working on this puppy for about a month and it turned into something of a monster.
If it wasn't your prompt, hopefully the other prompter will see it and enjoy as well.
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Sherlock had become obsessed with his new flatmate.
More specifically obsessed with his skin. It was naturally fair, prone to showing rather than hiding its past, like a parchment full of secrets to be decoded. A small faded scar on the forehead told of childhood trauma. The freckling cross the back of the hand said that sun had once beat mercilessly on him for days. The uneven nails and the dry skin around his nose signaled that he had little vanity and didn't spend much thought on how others perceived him. The hardening of a callous there, on his finger, was work related. Uneven stubble meant his razor was dull - a forced frugality.
There was more, much more, hidden away under his clothes and it absolutely maddened Sherlock not to be able to read it.
"Sherlock?" asked John as they sat eating excellent Chinese in a restaurant with an awfully unappetizing name.
"Yes?" He realized he'd been staring.
"Did you want something?"
I want you to ( ... )
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Sherlock was quite certain that demanding John strip bare and present himself for inspection was far outside of the normal parameters of a flatmate relationship. Even asking politely would likely elicit an awkward laugh and then a very firm "no."
And yet, it was impossible for this teasing to continue. And teasing it was. It wasn't enough to see John's forearms when he washed dishes. Inspecting flecks of shed skin from John's pillow under a microscope had only fed the need to know more ( ... )
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The bullet wound first. He'd known about it for as long as he'd known John, but he'd never seen it. Never known it. 9 millimeter from the size of the injury, it had entered to the side of his armpit, bypassing his body armor and had nicked the lung before lodging in his scapula. Lung would have probably collapsed, filled with blood. Pneumothorax possible. Sherlock ran his thumb over the wound. The scar was a lumpy crimson knot. John grunted slightly as though the pressure was uncomfortable ( ... )
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On top of being inconvenient, unwanted, and utterly irrelevant to Sherlock's life, Sarah turned out to be remarkably tenacious. She affably accepted his presence on her date. She coped with the circus suddenly turning into a brawl. She even, god help her, was helpful with the case. And at the end of the night, after giving her statement to Lestrade, she'd kissed John's cheek and thanked him for saving her life.
"Is she possibly insane?" Sherlock asked after John smilingly informed him of their impending second date. "You'd think after all that, she'd have second thoughts."
John sighed. "Well, luckily for her, this time I plan an evening of, what did you term it, 'vapid entertainment and duller conversation.'" He grabbed his coat. "And you are not invited. Don't wait up." He left, then turned at the door at ducked his head back in. "Oh and Sherlock, should you get called on a case ( ... )
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Half an hour. Too soon.
An hour. Possibly, better hold off a bit longer.
It wasn't fair that Sarah had seen more of John than Sherlock himself. She'd known him less than two weeks and already he'd doffed his clothes for her. It had taken Sherlock months and hypnosis to reach that point. Was sex really that important ( ... )
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Literally, loudly, LOL'd. XD
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