This might sound vanilla, even kinda boring compared to other hypno kink related content. I'm sorry in advance if this sounds cringy. There's something nice about being hypnotized and getting praises from the hypnotist. Like you need to decompress from a long day, and they put you under a trance. Your just trying not to fall forward towards them, but their words are so comforting. A part of you want to pull away and say that you're not any of those praises, but it just felt so nice hearing the hypnotist and their voice. The hypnotist just loves seeing you look so sleepy and blushing from their words. The hypnotist just loves how you were just in trance just by their words, and just by looking at them in the eyes. As you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier, the hypnotist just laid your head to their chest and played with your hair. As you drift off to sleep the only thing you hear before losing consciousness was the hypnotist praises and their heart beat.
Anon you have slain me. You have armed yourself with the perfect weapon to undo me. This is far from cringe this is just the plain truth.
Now, maybe it's the Burnt-Out Gifted Kid in me but uhhh Praise Kink is the best thing in the whole world and I melt at the thought of it, especially in the context of Hypnosis & Hypno-Kink. Because dropping your guard around someone you trust and letting them just shower you with affection is incredibly hot.
"You seem tired," soothed that ever-familiar voice, "Are you sure you don't want to relax with me?"
Your partner stood there in the hallway in their shorts and undershirt, their enthralling voice occupying your thoughts with every word they spoke. You mutter out a slurred "N...no..." from limp lips, trying to assure them you are fine. Your voice, tired and exhausted from a long day of work, betrayed you, murmuring incoherently as they pulled you into the living room.
You try not to fall forward as they lead you down the hallway, stumbling over yourself as you follow their every footstep. They giggle at the sight of you. Their melodic laugh as sweet as honey on your ears.
"There you are," they chuckled as they caught you in a hug. "You've been so good to me. Don't you want to relax with me tonight? You've earned the right to feel good, you know."
"R... relax...?" You repeat emptily.
"Good..." they purred, "Now hold still~"
You stood there, stiff and unmoving in the middle of the living room as your love slunk away from you and back down the hall. When they came back, layers and layers of thick plushness wrapped over you, weighing you down as they practically smothered you in comfy blankets.
You tried to speak up, but every time you muttered something they were there in your ear once again, singing of how "You're doing a wonderful job holding all those blankets for me," and "You look so comfortable with all of them wrapped around you."
Praise lathered your mind as you felt yourself weighed down, down, down... You felt so tired holding up those blankets, so exhausted from all that hard work, that when they gave a beckoning finger to lay down with them on the couch you practically fell on top of them.
...you did fall on top of them, the blankets falling right down with you as well. You landed with your head practically wedged in their chest, the many blankets trapping you against your love with their immense softness.
"Good dear~" came that syrupy voice again. "You're so good for me like this. I want you to feel good. Let yourself lie here with me and relax for a good, long while."
"Good... Relax..." you mouthed into their chest.
You lie there on their chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of their breath lift you up and down, up and down, as the rhythmic beating of their heart pulses into your mind. You snuggle closer, taking in what little space was left between you and your enthralling love.
"You're so good for me, my love~" They whisper in your ear. "You work so hard and do so much for me, just for me. You deserve a reward for all that love. You deserve this reward, this rest, this sleep..."
Your sleepy question was interrupted as a gentle hand stroked through your hair, gently rocking your head to the beat of that lovely heart that occupied your thoughts. The other hand snaked its way over your back, hugging you close to keep you lying there against your loving partner.
"Yes~" they answered, "Sleep... It feels so good to sleep... You feel so good when you Sleep... Sleep... Sleep... Sleep..."
You succumb to the feeling of sleep, that gentle rocking back and forth drawing you deeper and deeper into that warm feeling of relaxation. You let out a pliant sigh as the comfort surrounding you melts away your exhaustion into a wonderful, blissful sleep.
Beneath the mountain of blankets covering both of you, your partner continues to stroke your hair, whispering sweet nothings to you throughout your slumber. Their hypnotic hold had drawn you into that wonderful sleep, but they weren't going to let you rest without ensuring your dreams were even better~
