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send in ‘Playlist’ + your muses name and I’ll make a small playlist for them !!

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Blood / Water - Grandson

Puppet Loosely Strung - The Correnspondants

Imma Kill U - ICP

Cops and Robbers - The Hoosiers

Find that Man - Caro Emerald

Red Room - Rat King's Ghost

Babooshka - Kate Bush

Count those Freaks - Whitey

Tag Your It - Melanie Martinez

Never Wanted to Dance - MSI

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

Stalkers Tango - Autoheart

An Unhealthy Obsession - Blake Robinson Synthetic Opera

I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters

Animal Impulses - IAMX

Caught Like a Fly - Falling in Reverse

Revenge - XXXTENTACION

Munchausen by Proxy - Major Parkinson

Bark like a God - Sloppy Jane

Bust Your Kneecaps - Pomplamoose

The Dismemberment Song - Blue Kid

Happy Together - Slothrust

Hell and You - Amigo the Devil

Murder! Murder! - American Murder Song

Burning Pile - Mother Mother

Sex with a Ghost - Teddy Hyde

Alien Blues - Vundabar

Saint Bernard - Licoln

Trees - McCafferty

Secret - The Pierce

Animal - Chase Holfelder

Don’t Mess With Me - temposhark

Control - Halsey

Ramalama - Roisin Murphy

Bloody Mary - Lady Gaga

Feed the Machine - Poor Mans Poison

Send 👥 for a headcanon relating to both of our muses

thorn bites saint a lot, both playfully and sexually. it annoys saint but he just loves to mark up his boy

He purses his lips at the comment, fingers tapping at his side. " would it be better " he mutters, pausing for a moment to process if he wants to finish his sentiment. Usually he wouldn't let thoughts slip past his lips

Thorn was out running this morning, leaving Saint to pick up the morning chores. It was a bit annoying but there's not much he can really do about it now

He's not that handy as it seems, and the more he tries to fix this stupid mailbox, the more irritated he gets. He gives a hard thump to the top of it

His heart is pounding, skin flushed and beaded with sweat. He's so close to an orgasm, he can almost feel it,,,,,or at least he can imagine how great it would feel. But Quinn denies him again and his head shoots up, angry, furious eyes fixed on him. His mouth twitches, hands tugging on his bindings in protest, " No " hips buck, cock twitching and an excellent line of precum runs down his length.