This post is for responding to prompts from prompt posts that are full, or continuing WIPs that have already been started but the prompt post is now full or near to full.
I am ALL ABOUT the consensual hypnokink, so I hope I do it some justice! I'll warn you now that I'm not very good at updating frequently, although I am quite good at finishing what I start...eventually. Also, apologies for a lame title.
Re: Under Control 1/?
anonymous
October 28 2011, 07:52:41 UTC
I'm so excited to see this being filled, anon! I don't think I've read anything with this kink before, and I'm kind of fascinated by the idea and the kind of scenarios John's imagining.
My mind provided me with a bit of ominous music as I read the last line. :P I wonder how Sherlock will figure out this particular secret.
I'm looking forward to whatever comes next, whenever it comes! Oh, and I quite like the title. :)
Under Control 2a/?
anonymous
October 28 2011, 16:39:05 UTC
This story is taking over my brain, and being written a lot faster than I expected. Let's see if I can keep it up. Thanks to those who've started reading, especially if this isn't your particular kink. Maybe I can convert you. ;)It was the weekend, two days after the case had ended. And thank god, because John was once again able to get through his day without fighting erections like a teenager
( ... )
Under Control 2b/?
anonymous
October 28 2011, 16:43:14 UTC
Sherlock tented his fingers and pierced him with those too-perceptive eyes. “You’ve been masturbating three times more frequently than usual,” he started.
“What?” John interrupted, now genuinely angry. “What are you, a voyeur? Have you been spying on me?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Hardly. It’s not my fault that your bed squeaks in a particular pattern when you pleasure yourself, and we do share a bathroom, keep in mind. May I continue?”
John winced and pressed a finger to his temple. “Fine.”
“You’ve been masturbating three times more frequently than usual. Why? What’s changed? You’re not seeing anyone new, your job isn’t any different, and the case that we were working on had only one element that made it unique, unlike any of the other cases we’ve dealt with before, and that was the role of hypnosis. Once I had my theory, it was easy to observe that your skin flushed every time that specific topic was mentioned. Plus,” he added with a half smile, “I looked through your browsing history.”
Under Control 3a/?
anonymous
October 28 2011, 17:22:06 UTC
Just because John didn’t want to talk about it didn’t mean he could stop thinking about it. Once the shock had worn off, curiosity took over. What would it be like to actually go under? What method would Sherlock use? Did he really know how to hypnotize someone, or was he bluffing, or perhaps just being cocky? Was it really such a terrible thing to consider
( ... )
Under Control 3b/?
anonymous
October 28 2011, 17:23:50 UTC
“Before we do this,” said John, “I have some ground rules.” He had been thinking of this all day. Just because he was about to relinquish mental control didn’t mean Sherlock could do whatever he liked. That would be frightening. “First of all, I want to remember every single thing that happens. No blackouts, no amnesia. Secondly, this is private, between you and me. So no mentioning this around Scotland Yard, and nothing that interferes with my daily life. And third, nothing permanent. I don’t want to wake up with altered memories like that poor sod
( ... )
Re: Under Control 3b/?
anonymous
October 29 2011, 03:01:44 UTC
Haha, of course Sherlock's prepared! I can't wait to see how this goes. I'm a bit nervous for John, though, so as much as he might trust Sherlock, I'm glad he set some ground rules.
Re: Under Control 3b/?
anonymous
October 29 2011, 15:35:47 UTC
Wow, this is intense, I really like how John is responding already. John is a bit mad for trusting Sherlock, but then, he always is. :D Trustworthy!Sherlock is <3 and I'm relieved to see there are ground rules.
Under Control 4a/?
anonymous
October 29 2011, 20:31:50 UTC
Disclaimer: all of the hypnosis stuff is most likely full of a million inaccuracies. Also, long induction is long.John held up a hand, giving him a moment to collect himself. “Do you actually know what you’re doing?” he asked. “I mean, have you done this before
( ... )
Under Control 4b/?
anonymous
October 29 2011, 20:33:35 UTC
“You can stop trying now, and let the tension drain from your face, taking you even deeper. Now John, I’m going to touch you in just a moment, but everything I do simply makes you feel more relaxed and open.”
Touch him? John’s mind immediately went to a filthy, uncomfortable place. Then he felt Sherlock’s surprisingly warm fingers on his wrist, so he stopped worrying and simply let him get on with it. Sherlock lifted his wrist in the air so that his hand was dangling loose, and moved it back and forth a bit. John could feel his elbow and fingers swinging freely, but his entire arm felt tingly from disuse, almost as if it weren’t his.
“That’s right. I want you to give me full control of your arm, letting it hang heavy like a wet rag. Very good. When I drop it onto your lap, you’ll feel a wave of relaxation from the top of your head down to your toes, and you’ll go twice as deep as you are now.”
Yes, it was Sherlock’s arm, not his own. He liked the thought of that. And when it landed on his thigh with a dull thump, oh did that feel
( ... )
Under Control 4c/?
anonymous
October 29 2011, 20:35:35 UTC
Slowly, John blinked himself into awareness of the room, thinking to himself, was that it? It had been lovely, and peaceful, and oh god his erection hadn’t subsided the entire time, but he was expecting it to go longer. He was expecting Sherlock to take advantage at the very least, test the limits of what he could get away with. It didn’t seem like him to end it so soon.
As his eyes adjusted and his limp muscles started to stretch, the first thing that came into focus was Sherlock’s face, still uncomfortably close to his own. And then John registered his expression: the self-satisfied smirk, the hunger in his eyes, the overall mischief that meant trouble.
He heard the snap in his ear, saw Sherlock’s lips form the word “sleep,” and felt his mind sink like a rock under the command.
Although it could just as easily fill this prompt from part XVI.
I am ALL ABOUT the consensual hypnokink, so I hope I do it some justice! I'll warn you now that I'm not very good at updating frequently, although I am quite good at finishing what I start...eventually. Also, apologies for a lame title.
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My mind provided me with a bit of ominous music as I read the last line. :P I wonder how Sherlock will figure out this particular secret.
I'm looking forward to whatever comes next, whenever it comes! Oh, and I quite like the title. :)
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“What?” John interrupted, now genuinely angry. “What are you, a voyeur? Have you been spying on me?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Hardly. It’s not my fault that your bed squeaks in a particular pattern when you pleasure yourself, and we do share a bathroom, keep in mind. May I continue?”
John winced and pressed a finger to his temple. “Fine.”
“You’ve been masturbating three times more frequently than usual. Why? What’s changed? You’re not seeing anyone new, your job isn’t any different, and the case that we were working on had only one element that made it unique, unlike any of the other cases we’ve dealt with before, and that was the role of hypnosis. Once I had my theory, it was easy to observe that your skin flushed every time that specific topic was mentioned. Plus,” he added with a half smile, “I looked through your browsing history.”
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John is a bit mad for trusting Sherlock, but then, he always is. :D Trustworthy!Sherlock is <3 and I'm relieved to see there are ground rules.
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Touch him? John’s mind immediately went to a filthy, uncomfortable place. Then he felt Sherlock’s surprisingly warm fingers on his wrist, so he stopped worrying and simply let him get on with it. Sherlock lifted his wrist in the air so that his hand was dangling loose, and moved it back and forth a bit. John could feel his elbow and fingers swinging freely, but his entire arm felt tingly from disuse, almost as if it weren’t his.
“That’s right. I want you to give me full control of your arm, letting it hang heavy like a wet rag. Very good. When I drop it onto your lap, you’ll feel a wave of relaxation from the top of your head down to your toes, and you’ll go twice as deep as you are now.”
Yes, it was Sherlock’s arm, not his own. He liked the thought of that. And when it landed on his thigh with a dull thump, oh did that feel ( ... )
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As his eyes adjusted and his limp muscles started to stretch, the first thing that came into focus was Sherlock’s face, still uncomfortably close to his own. And then John registered his expression: the self-satisfied smirk, the hunger in his eyes, the overall mischief that meant trouble.
He heard the snap in his ear, saw Sherlock’s lips form the word “sleep,” and felt his mind sink like a rock under the command.
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