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: Stolen Moments pt 14/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:40:01 UTC
And now there was a new obsession. Sex. It kept strobing back into his mind while he and John tracked down the missing thirteen-year-old girl and her forty-one year old lover to a seedy flat near the railway
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 15/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:40:52 UTC
Sherlock stood in a corner and sank fully into his disconcertion. He should not have gotten distracted like that. His mind had actually turned off for a second and had been filled with a lust every bit as inappropriate as the man Dimmock and his men were now arresting. How did normal people stand this? Was it going to happen again? It was bad enough having these impulses, but to have them come, will-he-nill-he, in the middle of a case was impossible
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 16/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:41:42 UTC
And honestly, it was just rubbing body parts together. Why make such a big deal of it? A mere biological function, hardly worth the amount of thought and energy normal people devoted to it. Why couldn't people relieve the itch and have it done without dragging all these relationship expectations into it? Why did it have to be so complicated?
Sherlock paced the floor of the sitting room, round and round the coffee table. He hadn't heard John's footsteps upstairs for an hour. He considered playing the violin but he didn't want to risk waking him. Sleep, he willed. Sleep while I think this over.John was already so much a part of Sherlock's life, it seemed preposterous to think that, if not for the fear of wrecking what they had, he would not go along with this. If he could easily forgive that girl for injuring him, why wouldn't he forgive Sherlock for giving him a bit of pleasure
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 18/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:42:55 UTC
John stepped forward again and carefully touched his cock, giving it the same treatment he'd given John moments before. It felt unbelievably good. It felt cathartically good. Sherlock took John's cock and, forgetting lube, condoms and tissues, he began to wank the man. John mirrored his movements. And in a way it wasn't dissimilar to masturbation, but in a way it was nothing remotely like it at all
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 19/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:43:45 UTC
"I'm home," John called as he entered the flat that afternoon. "Went by Tesco and got us some liverwurst. Would you like me to make you a sandwich?" There wasn't even a hint that he remembered what had happened the night before. Sherlock felt a wave of relief.
John placed the sack on the counter. "You could start us some tea, if you would."
Sherlock slid around him to grab the electric kettle and was surprised when he turned back to find John's face in his. A moment later, John's lips brushed his in a quick, nearly chaste peck.
They both startled back.
"Oh, God," said John, flushing an alarming color. "I'm so sorry, I have no idea where that came from. I must have mistaken you for Sarah, I guess. Oh, god." His hand covered his mouth
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 20/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:46:22 UTC
Two nights in a row. That was pretty short order for hypnosis. Sherlock was annoyed at himself for having so little control. But he couldn't sleep, the case was done and there were nothing more on the docket and he could think nothing but what he wanted to do to John's body next. If he waited any longer, he'd end up doing something inappropriate, he was sure of it
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 22/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:48:40 UTC
It wasn't too much of a surprise that John came home from work yawning and in a foul mood. Sherlock was ready to offer him tea, but John jolted away when he approached, then mumbled something about a nap. Sherlock had to go out on an errand, and by the time he came back John had woken and left again
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 24/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:58:20 UTC
"I understand your fear of rejection, especially given your history with these things. Lord knows it was difficult being young and gay and socially awkward in the nineties. But you aren't 19 anymore. Times have changed. If you want to try having a sexual relationship again, far be it from me to stand in your way. But this can't continue
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 25/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:59:37 UTC
When he arrived back at the flat, all seemed to have returned to normal with John. They had a decent conversation, went to dinner together to celebrate Sherlock's secret mission. But as the dinner progressed through the awkward everything-but-the-case discussion of Brussels, Sherlock began to detect a little discomfort in John's behavior. Lack of customary eye contact for one. A little blush that crept in when Sherlock reached out his hand to pat John's sleeve.
It was time for that conversation.
"You are uncomfortable around me, John," said Sherlock. "Why."
"Don't ask," was John's response.
"I have to, because you are important to me. Is there something wrong? Have I done something?" Does he remember?"It has nothing to do with you Sherlock," said John and met his eye. Sherlock detected that it was only a partial lie. Galling. He far preferred it be fully one or the other
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 26/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 22:00:32 UTC
"But you are straight."
"Obviously not completely. Most blokes don't do it to me. But you do. And it seems like only you lately." John sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm wrecking everything aren't I? You're my best friend, and the last thing I wanted was to be a creeper. I suppose I can try avoiding you some more. That seemed to help. While you were off in Belgium, I stopped feeling like I was going to get up in the middle of the night and jump you in your sleep."
Sherlock winced.
"When did this obsession with me begin?"
"The idea crept into my head after the last case, if you can believe it. I suppose it could have been worse. I could have developed a thing for underage girls."
Sherlock flashed back to their first hurried handjob. It had been that night. Oh god. "And before that - did you desire me?" Please say yes.
John tsked. "I didn't think of you that way. It didn't occur to me."
"So this is my fault. I changed you." I violated you. Not just your body. Your soul.John rolled his eyes. "Don't blame yourself my
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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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Sherlock paced the floor of the sitting room, round and round the coffee table. He hadn't heard John's footsteps upstairs for an hour. He considered playing the violin but he didn't want to risk waking him. Sleep, he willed. Sleep while I think this over.John was already so much a part of Sherlock's life, it seemed preposterous to think that, if not for the fear of wrecking what they had, he would not go along with this. If he could easily forgive that girl for injuring him, why wouldn't he forgive Sherlock for giving him a bit of pleasure ( ... )
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John placed the sack on the counter. "You could start us some tea, if you would."
Sherlock slid around him to grab the electric kettle and was surprised when he turned back to find John's face in his. A moment later, John's lips brushed his in a quick, nearly chaste peck.
They both startled back.
"Oh, God," said John, flushing an alarming color. "I'm so sorry, I have no idea where that came from. I must have mistaken you for Sarah, I guess. Oh, god." His hand covered his mouth ( ... )
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It was time for that conversation.
"You are uncomfortable around me, John," said Sherlock. "Why."
"Don't ask," was John's response.
"I have to, because you are important to me. Is there something wrong? Have I done something?" Does he remember?"It has nothing to do with you Sherlock," said John and met his eye. Sherlock detected that it was only a partial lie. Galling. He far preferred it be fully one or the other ( ... )
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"Obviously not completely. Most blokes don't do it to me. But you do. And it seems like only you lately." John sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm wrecking everything aren't I? You're my best friend, and the last thing I wanted was to be a creeper. I suppose I can try avoiding you some more. That seemed to help. While you were off in Belgium, I stopped feeling like I was going to get up in the middle of the night and jump you in your sleep."
Sherlock winced.
"When did this obsession with me begin?"
"The idea crept into my head after the last case, if you can believe it. I suppose it could have been worse. I could have developed a thing for underage girls."
Sherlock flashed back to their first hurried handjob. It had been that night. Oh god. "And before that - did you desire me?" Please say yes.
John tsked. "I didn't think of you that way. It didn't occur to me."
"So this is my fault. I changed you." I violated you. Not just your body. Your soul.John rolled his eyes. "Don't blame yourself my ( ... )
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