cowboy-knight

[cowboy-knight]

Come here cowboy, I’ve had a long day on the trail and you’ve done nothing but run that damn mouth like I won’t do anything about it.

Get on your knees or I’ll force you on em; let me put that quick tongue of yours to good use.

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Reblog if your art project has not, does not, and never will make use of generative ai at any point in your creative process.

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When Coyote first came to the ranch, he was tiny. Not only just short, but incredibly thin. He used to be some form of academic, and would either forget to eat or prefer to drink instead.

However, once Patron took them in, they started to make sure that Coyote ate atleast three square meals a day. His Patron brags about how they nurtured him back to heath.

Coyote now is a pretty big guy. Sometimes this confuses him, but his Max is always there to make everything make sense.

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Coyote does wear his collar around, which usually is styled to match Max's outfit for the day. Max has multiple outfits that they wear around, from a large southern belle dress to a fancy pair of suspenders.

Coyote also gets dressed up. Max doesn't usually dress him up day to day, just due to the fact that they don't want their good clothes damaged by work. Max's favorite things to put Coyote in are as follows:

1940s dress, especially with a bow around Coyote's neck that hide's his collar so perfectly, and allows him to be easily leashed.

Rodeo court outfits. Just in general. Especially when Max is feeling more feminine, becouse then she'll take Coyote out with a southern ball gown and go to places like the park and just look nice.

Jean, boots, belt, Hat. They're bell bottomed jeans. Those days, he doesn't get stallion privileges at all. He's mindless, wanting nothing more than pets.

During the winter, Coyote is usually in either his jean jacket (I swear it's not me projecting my comfort jacket onto him) or bombers. All of his jackets have custom stitch on it. He also wears a felt hat then.

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Recently, @villainhypno gave me an idea. So after like 3 hours of work (and many more procrastinating) I have finished this.

On the far left is a sunflower, for Max, aka Patron. Then there’s a half moon for Dawn (for Villain), and finally a Cow (with a hidden V) for Valentine (from @whumpsoda ). Max does cross stitch, so these are symbols they put onto any cloth that is going to any of their friends, plus their friend’s symbol so Coyote knows where to drop it off.

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the hottest thing a knight can be is pathetic and desperate. vulnerable without his armour, drowning in guilt and shame and embarrassment but with much more immediate needs possessing him, setting him begging. laid out beneath you on his belly, rutting into the rucked up blankets under him in a needy grasp at any relief, half-smushed into the mattress and barely able to keep his eyes from squeezing shut as he tries to look at you over his shoulder, eyes twinkling, slurring his pleas, drunk with desire. "please, oh god, please, more, more, I need more, christ in heaven, I need more, I beg you, please fuck me, please fuck me, ple-he-hease—" whining and gasping so passionately he's nearing sobs. oh, the depraved sounds he'll make when you finally sink into him and push his body to all its limits (and beyond, if you're feeling generous...)

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I like the kinda mind control where they don’t do anything different to your thoughts, the only change is that the things they want you to do feel reeeeeally good. And then it’s just about your own level of self control.

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Coyote does have his own separate bed from Max, but it's very rarely used (for multiple reasons). The few times it has been used is when it's hot out and Max doesn't want to die of heatstroke. Max doesn't usually mind, but Coyote clings and cuddles. He's very affectionate.

On those days, Max has to cuddle and sing to Coyote, becouse otherwise his dumbass can (and will) sneak into the bed becouse his Patron must upset so Coyote has to make sure everything is okay and meanwhile Patron is sweating to death becouse it's cute, but good god Coyote may not be very tall, but he is a human heater.

Coyote's bed is in what used to be the closest, but now has been turned into his room. He's got his own bed, a collection of rocks, and Max painted the ceiling to mimic the nightsky, along with a projector that projects the time accurate night sky onto the ceiling. Becouse as much as Max hates to admit it, they do love Coyote. And Coyote sleeps best under the stars, so they do all they can to mimic the environment.

Coyote would never complain of course, but Max can see it in the way he'll rub his eyes after a bad night, how during the night he'd call out names of people who he had long forgotten. No, sleeping under the stars is the best way to go.

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Listen, this may be a break from my normal hypno cowboy posting, but good god I go feral for this

Gave me some thoughts.

Alejandro, Los Vaqueros

And

Graves, The cowboy of the Dadler family.

The two shit faced and talking about the ideal type of Cowboy and what they would live by. Results in them going for a ride, to see who rides a horse better. And there's always that big golden rule, never ride a horse while drunk.

Well both men are talking and riding, laughing like the old friends they could have been. Their horses swaying closer and further apart, thankfully knowing the way to go much better then their riders. Never mind Graves is using one of Alejandro and Rudy's ornery horse who is smitten for the gringo.

One thing leads to another, a sip to many and the men have their horses 'tied up' on a fence post. In reality just set against it, they're lucky the horses are so well trained.

Alejandro is holding Graves hair hat, while the blond is throwing up in a bush. Shit talking about the tequila Alejandro fed him.

"The worm just didn't agree with you pendejo." The Mexican would laugh out, watching as the blond spit and wiped his mouth.

"Next time it's whiskey, and not that Spanish shit. I'll bring the good kind." The blond would huff shaking his head, and shooting Alejandro a look.

"Oh, there will be a next time?"

"Oh, you better count on it." Graves would laugh out, reaching for his hat and dusting it off.

"It's a date." Alejandro would hum, watching Graves adjust his hat. His hand moving before he could stop himself and adjusted it as he flicked up the brim. The two making that hard eye contact, before slamming their lips together. One trying to gain the advantage over the other, all teeth and tongue and spit. Resulting in the two men spending the night together under the stars.

I saw riding and thought "damn, they're are at it again." but now, it was horse riding.

Graves puts his hat on Alejandro's head and stares at him expectantly, biting his lip. Alejandro gets so hard it makes him fucking dizzy.

And because I'm in the mood for it,

Alejandro bends Graves over the fence and makes him watch the sunset and he lazily thrust his cock into the blonde's hole and all but terrorises him by refusing to hit his prostate because he wants to keep Graves focused on the sights in front of him.

He also makes Graves go home with cum leaking from his hole and staining the inside of his jeans as a little gift, a "forget me not" of sorts.

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Coyote loves to be touched. Everywhere. You ruffle his hair, he's moving closer. Max made him extra sensitive to any form of touch, making sure it was pleasurable. If you so much as nudge his dick, the poor man is hard as a rock. Unfortunately for him. Fortunate for whoever did it though.

That's one of Max's favorite ways to put him in trance is to trace down his nose and boop him. Once he's booped, it's all over. He's so fuzzy and warm he can barely function. All he wants to do is whatever his Patron tells him.

Which yeah, Max is a freak. His favorite thing is to leash coyote and edge him, and coo as the guy isn't able to cum. He's always so close, almost there, and boop, suddenly it's so hard to move to get that final bit of stimulation.

Max loves hearing him whine and bark for the final amount of touch. Coyote can't move much with his leash taunt, but seeing him trying to nuzzle anything close to his face make Max want to edge him longer, becouse their pet is just so desperate for any amount of touch from them. And if Coyote ever tries to be ever so slightly disobedient (never on purpose), a swift tug normally corrects him.

But Max does keep it interesting, including sometimes they let Coyote try to hunt them. Coyote is a very good hunter, especially for his patron, and gets rewarded every time.

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NEVER OVERSTEPPING!

Coyote would probably bring her things like cool rocks. Cause he finds them cool and he wants to show her so she can make sure that they stay just as shiny as they are in the photos. : )

Coyote, before he was coyote, was some form a fed. Not an operator or officer, but an employee of the federal government. I kinda imagine he was something like an IRS auditor or a civil engineer who kept only to large cities. He was almost the definition of a nerdy asshole.

He was the kind of guy who drove expensive cars and parked them in firelanes. Not evil, but an ass. He was also the kind of person who never went into the sun or did too much work becouse that was 'beneath him'. But he was good at a few things, like math and being the life of the party. He was very sociable, but it was like a frat bro, in the way he was demeaning to everyone who wasn't him.

Then he was at some small town bar, going after another lady, when he made a bet with another person. This was to wear a collar for 12 hours. And of course Coyote (or at this point his name is Evan), took the bet.

So Evan went home, wearing the collar. But he notices people start talking to him more when he wears the collar. So he starts wearing the collar to bars, and people start paying for his drinks. And he feels good, and more women are giving him their numbers.

Then, when he went home, he never got a hangover. But now, wearing the collar just felt good. Everything was so easy with it on. people were nice and everything made sense. His coworkers started talking to him more becouse he wasn't a jerk anymore. He became this very kind man who would talk to you about you rather than his night.

His boss isn't happy, but Evan just smiles and nods. He starts making stupid mistakes, and he just can't think of the solution. These things he's been doing for years, but he just can't figure it out. But it's fine, he feels so good, and people keep being nice to him.

One day, a person named Max comes to his work place. Max come up to him, clips a leash on the collar, and goes "C'mon Coyote. Let's go home." And like the good boy he is, Coyote follows. And he hasn't looked away from his Patron since.

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Sooo Dean before and at the beginning of Valentine’s entrance into his life…

I think I decided before that he was like an accountant or something? Not the job for him. Always thought he would go on to be a farmer again, just like his dad, but never had the real push to go back into it. Instead he went the wrong direction for him, with no friends, no family (his little brother cut contact) and no coworkers he liked… he wasn’t a very nice guy in general, definitely a grown up bully… never really grew out of high school. Nobody really likes him, no one invites him out for drinks, and relationships (although he’s a handsome guy and can pretty much ask out anyone he wants) don’t typically work out for a second or third date.

Maybe he’s out drunk one night, coming home from the bar alone, when he sees a flyer. Farmhand needed, it says, and gives a phone number plus an address. He grabs the flyer, takes it home a bit crumpled, and gives them a call right then and there. Valentine answers, all sugary and smooth, and after talking for a bit hypnotizes Dean through the phone, enticing him even more to spill his feelings to them and come visit them soon. They leave a little message in his head to come find them the next day.

He rolls up to their farm, an hour or two away, and basically has no clue what he’s doing or why he’s doing it, but can’t bring himself to really think about it. Anytime he tries he just gets sucked even more into wanting to be there. Valentine opens the door happily, pulling him in instantly with those entrancing eyes and soft words of theirs, and he dumbly follows them inside. A little tea and some talk later, they find out pretty much everything they need to know about Dean :)

They let him leave that night, and the drive home he can’t think of anything but their words… he goes home and goes right to bed, mind blank and empty except for the couple of mantras they taught him back at their place :3

A week of work goes by and he’s gone back into his regularly scheduled depression, eating shitty food, sleeping all of his free time, and insulting his coworkers. At night he dreams about Valentine and their farm, and gains the courage to go back. He shows up that upcoming weekend, uninvited, but they answer like they knew he was coming.

He falls under almost immediately, barely any tea and words shared. He’s so eager to feel like he did the first time, and the rest of the memories from their first interview come rushing back as they guide him to kneel in front of them. They sit on the couch and play with his curls as they talk, and teach him just a few new mantras :] the same thing happens as he drives home, his mind completely blank save for their words and the bliss he feels in his belly :3

He’s a bit late to work the next few days, and he gets chastised by his boss. He gets ready to argue, to say some smart remark, before Valentine’s sweet coos enter his mind and wash them away. He takes a deep breath, accepts his boss’ words with a sleepy smile, and gets back to work. He only gets irritated a few times, says a few mean things, before he’s even apologizing by the end of that week.

He gets weird looks, but he’s not so bothered by it… he can’t stop thinking about Valentine. The memories are kinda fuzzy of their past two meetings, but he remembers enough to know thats where he wishes he was. He spends each night staying up late thinking about them, repeating the mantras he can’t stop saying when he thinks about them. The words that make him feel all light and airy and put him to asleep so fast…

And so he visits them again. He drives all the way down, and they’re waiting for him in the kitchen, tea already made. He falls under instantly with the biggest smile, stupid and suggestible. They talk to him for a looooong time, and he listens to every word, repeating half of them back to Valentine. They convince him to stay the night, and he does so eagerly, sleeping at the foot of their bed, put to sleep by slow and sleepy entrancement. He wakes up the next morning to a feast of a breakfast, and doesn’t make it home until work is already over. He may have almost gotten into an accident a few times, feeling all tired and off in his own head… spacing out… but thats okay because he didn’t :3

And he gets to work the next day, and everyone is pissed because he didn’t even call out! He apologizes slow and polite, nodding his head in sorry understanding. He slurs his words a little bit, and he’s not acting like Dean at all, but at least he’s not being a dick. Although, he shows up all undone. That’s not normal. His hair is washed but frizzy, his tie’s not done, his shirt wrinkled, his shoes sneakers. All the next three days he says hi to every coworker, asks about their kids, or their home lives, or simply how they’re doing instead of actually working… when he does work he can’t seem to focus, or makes loads of mistakes he never has before.

When his boss comes to confront him, private and worried, emphasizing his concern, Dean nods along, half asleep, with a dazed out gaze. He tries to make sense of all the words his boss is saying, some of them related to their recent projects, but they fly right over his head. Thats okay though, Valentine says he’s smart in his own way.

And as his boss’ talk flows to an end, Dean takes close to a minute to reply, before swiftly quitting then and there.

He leaves to Valentine’s with only the clothes on his back, driving the couple hours there in silence, only the hypnotic mantras to occupy his mind. Valentine is there waiting on the porch, tea in hand, awaiting his arrival. They hug and coo at him, pulling his mind out from under him so fast he’s fallen to his knees faster than he can comprehend.

After talking to him for a bit, solidifying what needs to be done, they take him out back and introduce him to the thralls. He’s quickly taken aback, horrified, before they entrance him into it swiftly and calmly, and he’s back to docility. They’ll slowly integrate the thralls into his life soon enough.

And they cook him the best dinner anyone could ever ask for, and he’s on the floor the whole time watching them work and admiring them from afar. They pet his head and ruffle his hair anytime they can, separating his thoughts and giving him a burst of pleasure :] they have him sleep in the same spot that night, introducing him to more mantras and more rules of the farm, erasing some memories and thoughts while they’re at it. Once his brain has had too much they drift him off to sleep :3

He wakes up the next night with his car and other belongings gone as if they were never there at all. He’s now in a short sleeve, plaid collared shirt and jeans, and Valentine leads him downstairs to more food and more hypnotism, that leaves him blissed out and dumb for the night (and maybe the rest of his stay). Valentine then feeds from him for the first time, bringing him to the couch and sitting him in their lap. He’s practically addicted right away, begging to be fed from ever two minutes for about the next two hours until they find it becoming annoying.

Anyways ya. I’m obsessed… I’ll probably talk more about early them another time but this is what I’ve got right now :]

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imagine malak and nevan sleep in the same bed cause adrastus and darius think it’s adorable like cats sleeping together plus nevan gets to be held by a giant teddy bear.

it’s also when their enthrallments become a bit weaker so malak, after getting comfortable with nevan, tries to mumble in response to nevan’s quiet whispers. like cousins during a sleepover if you will

WOHEO Masterlist

This was to cute… they love each other so much :3 Not my best work but I’m posting it anyways

cw: conditioned/brainwashed whumpees, nightmare, implied forced amnesia/memory loss

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“Goodnight, loves.”

Adrastus hummed quietly, planting a calming peck to each thrall’s forehead. They lifted the pile of a thick duvet up to each man’s neck, tucking both in for sleep and coating them in a simple weight of drowsy warmth.

Malak purred into the back of Nevan’s head as the vampire did so, pulling the smaller man in a tighter embrace and snuggling close.

“Love… love you, Master.” Nevan mumbled, falling deeply into his plush pillow.

Adrastus grinned, stroking down his supple cheek and stirring bliss through his mind. “Aw, I love you too, sweet.” They cooed, giving both thralls a content pat on the head, sending each deepening further into their cushions. “Me and master Darius will be right downstairs, and we’ll be in before the sun is up.” 

Nevan buzzed faintly in reply, eyelids threatening to drop. Both thralls were still trailing off from a disorienting high of euphoria, gifted from another extraordinary and mind reeling feeding. Nevan’s bite marks were still throbbing with a pleasurable pulse from underneath the skin, continuing to cloud his mind.

His ears picked up the shuffle of the vampire’s socks to the fuzzy rug as they exited the room to return to their partner. The light switch was flipped with a quick click, turning off the last lit lamp and leaving only a small night light to illuminate the room.

Nevan huffed a deep breath with a satisfied smile. He liked sleeping with Malak. Really liked it. 

The two shared a large, fluffy mattress placed right beside the frame of their masters’ bed, and Nevan relished in such delightful softness. He adored the pleasant warmth of a body holding his, listening to the faint push and pull of Malak’s breath as they both drifted to sleep, and the sweet comfort that accompanied his presence. It was almost strange.

A good strange.

Familiar strange.

Which, of course, was strange that such a situation could ever be familiar. He couldn’t recall ever having slept beside someone other than Malak. 

Darius had never gone close to doing so much as hugging him, so it was surely out of the question that he would be the source of familiarity. Adrastus wouldn’t have either. Who had done so, then, before Malak? Why was the answer sitting on the tip of his tongue, yet still too far to reach?

Malak sighed thickly, right into the back of Nevan’s head and thus his freshly washed hair, unknowingly stealing him away from confusing thoughts. “Good… good… goooddd…” he slurred, smiling as long strands of hair fell over and tickled his cheeks. “Prettyyy…” Lazily, his thick fingers twirled through soft, shiny locks.

Flushing from kind words, Nevan’s chest pooled with flattered fervor. “Your… your hair, um, is…” he struggled, mind clouding with the call of sleep. “You're pretty… Malak. So pretty.” He nuzzled his face into the fluff of a blanket, muffling his speech.

The man cradling him held an ever widening dozy grin that just beamed bigger from the returned praise. “Pretty… prettyyyy…” Malak parroted, not a single thought in his mind to even think as to what was spilling from his lips. 

Nevan was incredibly happy to hear the man speak, ears melted by his lulling voice. With the vampires leaving the two alone more and more often in favor of spending time with just one another, and without Adrastus constantly hovering, their heads were just the tiniest bit clearer. It was especially noticeable when Malak was presenting a smidge more coherently.

“Mmm… umngh… umm… tir…” Malak groaned into Nevan’s ear, lashes fluttering to the other man’s supple skin. “Tire… d…”

“Tired…?” Nevan giggled in a whisper. “Of, of course you are. It’s bed time… and Master made us all… all sleepy…” he trailed off into a wide yawn, one that strained his jaw and left him even further relaxed.

Malak eagerly copied, yawning wide and loud right into Nevan’s ear. “Sleep… sleepyyy…”

“Even… um, even if you’re so tired… you’re… you’re talking a lot… now…” Their eyes met, soft and deep, as Nevan’s voice lowered into a whisper. His lips parted, turning up into a toothy smile. “I like it.”

Beaming, Malak pulled the smaller man closer, holding him similar to how one would a body pillow. With Malak’s chin rested atop his head and arms clasped around him, Nevan was quick to lean right in. 

“I, I, I love it when you talk. Lovvvee… it.” Nevan stuttered.

“L… lovvvve…” Malak stumbled over his words, his brain blurring them together. “Nev… Nevvv… Nevan…”

Pressing his chill, slender hands to Malak’s chest, the other thrall continued melting into the plush cushioning that enveloped them “I, I love you. I love you.”

G’night, Nevan. Love you.

He yelped, squeaky and loud, twitching as a seer of hot pain beat over his mind. 

He only ever felt such a specific type of ache when his stupid head decided to be bad, and let a memory slip out of the blockade his master had so delicately placed in his mind. 

For a second Malak moved off of him, puzzled by his outburst. “Mmngh…?”

“Hurt! Hurt…!” His breath was shaky and uneven, head spinning under the nauseating pound of hurt. He gripped his head urgently, fingernails burrowing into the sides of his skull, attempting to shake the thoughts out. “Forget, forget…” He needed to forget. 

Why then? What had he done to deserve the pain that came with breaking the rules? He hadn’t meant to remember. He didn’t want to. He never did.

Forget, forget, forget.

Malak tugged him tighter again, distracting him just enough to subside the throb. Soon enough his breath evened, turning deep and full as he focused only on the heat of the other man’s fingers over his flesh. He was pushing the memory back to the depths of his mind. Right where it belonged. “‘M, ‘m okay… I’m okay. I’m okay.”

He eagerly allowed the memory to slip away, so he could be happy again. So he could be a good boy. Good boys were happy boys, weren’t they? And good boys forgot.

“Shhh… shhh…sleepyy… slee… sleep… sleepyyy…” Malak coaxed, and Nevan weakly giggled as he flopped a hand over the smaller man’s face, almost in an attempt to mimic their vampire masters’ methods of soothing the thralls. “Shhh…”

“Oh, okay, Malak. I’ll be… nice and… nice and sleepy…” Mouth widening in yet another large and pleasurable yawn, Nevan melted further into Malak, eyelids coming to a close and their master’s spell getting the better of the two. 

Good. Sleep was good. Nevan was a good boy.

…

“Mom, mommy! Momm… mommy! Momma!” 

Helpless wails erupted, striking through the bedroom filled with the silence of sleeping bodies. Malak thrashed arduously under the confines of bedding, flesh sticky with a pool of distraught sweat.  “Mommy… mom…!”

Nevan’s previously dead asleep eyes peaked open, prompted by fearful cries and movement. “Ma…lak?” 

The other man strangled a whine, crackling deep and raw in his throat. Thick tears filled his glassy eyes, pricking and threatening to spill. “Mmngh! Mom… ma…! Mommy!”

Finally perking up, the beat of Nevan’s heart picked up pace. “Are… are you… something… wrong?” He croaked, thick drool slipping off his chin, struggling with weak muscles to flip over in view of the man in distress.

“Bad… bad! Momma..!”

Adrastus groaned from up in the lavish bed, hair sprawled over the edge and rubbing across their eyes with a feeble fist. “Malak… what’s wrong…?”

He whined again, voice losing momentum as it trailed into a pathetic hiccup, his fists tightly curled around his blanket, holding it close as if for safety. “Nnngh… nnn… nnnight… bad, badd… nngh…” A bead of globby sweat trickled from his forehead, moisture sticking curls to his sickly skin. “Momma…”

“Oh… dear,” Ever so slowly the vampire pushed themself up, back slumping against their plush pillow. “Another nightmare? I thought… I thought we got you over those.” Their voice dripped with drowning exhaustion.

Malak’s lips quivered, hands gripping his arms in the attempt to embrace himself. “Bad, bad… bad…” he whimpered, strained and frail. Nevan, with dizzied and out of sorts vision, lifted an outstretched hand to brush a stray tear from Malak’s slick cheek.

From the other, out of view edge of the mattress, Darius groaned in deep irritation, and with obvious annoyance flipped a pillow over his face to shield himself from the sound of the thrall’s distress.

Adrastus sighed. “It’s alright darling, Master’s here. Everything is fine.” With heavy muscles and a lolling head they pushed themself to a sitting position, sagging against the dark, wooden headboard. “Climb onto the bed, why don’t you. C’mon, up.” They patted their lap, calling their thrall.

Nevan couldn’t help but frown when his palm slipped from Malak’s cheek as he left for his master.

It took a minute for Malak to crawl his way onto the bed with weary limbs, accompanied by little whimpers and sniffles, but he managed. Huddling into a heap over their blanket coated legs, Adrastus sleepily sifted through his curls, whispering sweet nothings like they always did.

Nevan understood why Malak needed his master. Why he required a comfort that Nevan couldn’t give, one that would swiftly quiet his mind and allow him to be good again. He knew he wasn’t as significant. 

How could he ever be?

Though, he couldn’t ignore the fact he already missed the heat of Malak’s warm body holding his, and the audible drum of his beating heart heard through his chest.

He brushed his palm over the tussled spot beside him, soaking in the last bit of warmth left behind to soon turn cold once again. The thought hurt, tensing in his belly and the back of his fizzy brain. Nevan scrunched his face, burying it back into the pillow behind him. 

Wrapping his arms around himself, fingers gripped however far they would go, he imitated the embrace Malak had given him moments prior.

Good enough.

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[cowboy-knight]

YES! He was very mean! Now he isn’t. There is something very nice about changing this larger than life asshole into a himbo who the worst thing he might do is look at you with big eyes becouse he wants head pats.

To answer your other questions, Yes, Max made the collar. They did it becouse they made a matching outfit, and the guy at the bar when they were buying cattle was pretty, but not theirs. So they corrected that.

How Max found them? Tracker in the collar. It’s still in there today, becouse Coyote gets stuck occasionally, and Max will go get him if the weather isn’t cooperative or they need him.

They did meet him a few times before. First time was at the first bar, where they went “hmmmm, yes that one. That will be my new ranch hand”. Then, Max is the one who made the bet! Max knew exactly what they were doing. And Max checked in every few weeks and nudged Coyote to wear the collar more, be that a slight complement or a gently tug on the collar which even then made Coyote go weak.

Coyote, before he was coyote, was some form a fed. Not an operator or officer, but an employee of the federal government. I kinda imagine he was something like an IRS auditor or a civil engineer who kept only to large cities. He was almost the definition of a nerdy asshole.

He was the kind of guy who drove expensive cars and parked them in firelanes. Not evil, but an ass. He was also the kind of person who never went into the sun or did too much work becouse that was 'beneath him'. But he was good at a few things, like math and being the life of the party. He was very sociable, but it was like a frat bro, in the way he was demeaning to everyone who wasn't him.

Then he was at some small town bar, going after another lady, when he made a bet with another person. This was to wear a collar for 12 hours. And of course Coyote (or at this point his name is Evan), took the bet.

So Evan went home, wearing the collar. But he notices people start talking to him more when he wears the collar. So he starts wearing the collar to bars, and people start paying for his drinks. And he feels good, and more women are giving him their numbers.

Then, when he went home, he never got a hangover. But now, wearing the collar just felt good. Everything was so easy with it on. people were nice and everything made sense. His coworkers started talking to him more becouse he wasn't a jerk anymore. He became this very kind man who would talk to you about you rather than his night.

His boss isn't happy, but Evan just smiles and nods. He starts making stupid mistakes, and he just can't think of the solution. These things he's been doing for years, but he just can't figure it out. But it's fine, he feels so good, and people keep being nice to him.

One day, a person named Max comes to his work place. Max come up to him, clips a leash on the collar, and goes "C'mon Coyote. Let's go home." And like the good boy he is, Coyote follows. And he hasn't looked away from his Patron since.

[cowboy-knight]

Coyote, before he was coyote, was some form a fed. Not an operator or officer, but an employee of the federal government. I kinda imagine he was something like an IRS auditor or a civil engineer who kept only to large cities. He was almost the definition of a nerdy asshole.

He was the kind of guy who drove expensive cars and parked them in firelanes. Not evil, but an ass. He was also the kind of person who never went into the sun or did too much work becouse that was 'beneath him'. But he was good at a few things, like math and being the life of the party. He was very sociable, but it was like a frat bro, in the way he was demeaning to everyone who wasn't him.

Then he was at some small town bar, going after another lady, when he made a bet with another person. This was to wear a collar for 12 hours. And of course Coyote (or at this point his name is Evan), took the bet.

So Evan went home, wearing the collar. But he notices people start talking to him more when he wears the collar. So he starts wearing the collar to bars, and people start paying for his drinks. And he feels good, and more women are giving him their numbers.

Then, when he went home, he never got a hangover. But now, wearing the collar just felt good. Everything was so easy with it on. people were nice and everything made sense. His coworkers started talking to him more becouse he wasn't a jerk anymore. He became this very kind man who would talk to you about you rather than his night.

His boss isn't happy, but Evan just smiles and nods. He starts making stupid mistakes, and he just can't think of the solution. These things he's been doing for years, but he just can't figure it out. But it's fine, he feels so good, and people keep being nice to him.

One day, a person named Max comes to his work place. Max come up to him, clips a leash on the collar, and goes "C'mon Coyote. Let's go home." And like the good boy he is, Coyote follows. And he hasn't looked away from his Patron since.

[cowboy-knight]

Patron now has a name! Their name is Max, and they are genderfluid. On feminine days, she's Miss Maxine. On masculine days, he's Mr. Maximilian. On days where they're neither or both, they're just Mx. Max. No matter what, Coyote refers to them as his patron.

Patron owns many businesses, but ranches as a hobby. Their other hobbies include sewing, crochet, woodworking. What their main business is? Mmm, that's between me, Patron, Miss Dawn, Valentine, and God.

Patron also enjoys hosting others. They have a herd of black angus, which they have sales. Coyote is always a little upset when his favorite cattle are sold, but he gets to meet new people, get treats, and sometimes even sees his friends, and he just can't remember all that much without his stallion privileges.

[cowboy-knight]

The trio! They may not be that smart, but there’s plenty of fence to clip and they’ve have nothing but time. Coyote got the wire stretched earlier, and now he has two great friends to help him clip it, plus his Patron and their friends are watching. And if he gets to feel real good, well he gets to do it with his friends.

Patron would love hosting events like this. They’ll get the house all cleaned up and nice, ready for their guests. And of course prep Coyote, becouse yeah, Patron is also a freak on the same brainwave. They would love the photos, probably take inspiration and start working on matching outfits (and more collars) for themselves and Coyote. Potentially even making some for the other four as well.

I have decided to make a character inspired by Cowboy (from @villainhypno) and Dean (from @whumpsoda). I would like to give them both complements becouse I have fallen in love with their characters and scenarios! His name is Coyote! He's a bit smarter than the other two, he has what I call Stallion privilege. His intelligence is a privilege, not a right though. His patron (who doesn't have a name nor gender, they are simply his patron who enjoys the finer things similar to Valentine and Miss Dawn, potentially even knows them) lets him be more intelligent while alone, mostly for safety's sake. He has much more ground to cover than the other two combined, so he needs a little bit more to make sure he doesn't hurt himself stretching fence. However, how his brainwashing works, is the second someone is around him, his intelligence plummets. He becomes a sweet himbo. Furthermore, he's very protective of what his patron has said is his people. He's like a big dog and just wants to make sure his people and herd are safe. And he tries, but he struggles sometimes. Similar to Cowboy, he also has an object that intensifies the brainwashing. However, it's not his hat (After all his patron is worried the wind might blow it off). It's a beaded collar that has his name on a pair of tags (and gives a great hand hold to anyone who wants to ride that ranchhand). If you have any questions, I am going feral over him, and I will answer any questions.