#i didn't draw it to be a particular bird exactly so it can be Either. though i know they have their differences

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it is almost autumn............. almost.... Spooky Season .......

sticker || keychain

[cilil]

can i have a Striptease - Bathing - Nipple Play for Mairon/Eonwe pwease🥺🥺

Gentle June

AN: Yes, you can! I'm late, as is just how it often goes this year, but I hope you enjoy regardless. @tolkienpinupcalendar, here I go!

❀ Prompt: Striptease, bathing, nipple play | Mairon x Eönwë ❀ Synopsis: Mairon wants to clean (and play with) his filthy bird. ❀ Warnings: Nudity, touching, sensual ❀ Short oneshot (~700 words)

"Undress."

"Why?" 

Eönwë looked up in surprise when Mairon impatiently reached for the clasp holding his tunic together. 

"To clean those filthy feathers." 

"They are not." Regardless, he moved to do as he was bidden, not wanting to disappoint his companion. 

"Not so fast." 

"No?" Eönwë frowned. "Am I doing this... wrong?"

Mairon was not exactly known for patience, priding himself on his efficiency and chastising others for dawdling. This time, however, he seemed to be of a different opinion, eyeing the other disapprovingly. 

"Take your time. Make yourself pretty." He smiled sweetly. "For me?" 

"I can... try?" Eönwë wasn't sure what he meant. 

He received a tender but somewhat condescending head pat from Mairon. 

"I know you lack experience with these matters, but you are very good at following orders, are you not?" he purred.

"What matters?" 

"I want you to get naked so I can touch you, Eönwë."

"...oh." 

Eönwë lowered his head to hide his embarrassment. Of course. A silly question in retrospect, though he still didn't know at which point he'd been supposed to guess that this was where this encounter would lead. He had expected them to simply share a bath in the lake around Almaren; but then again their sculpting project hadn't remained within the strictly platonic realm either. 

Maybe Mairon liked seeing his fána naked.

Either way, he obeyed. Straightening his back, tilting his head to the side to expose his neck, he slowly undid the clasp and let the fabric slide down his torso. His belt followed suit, then what little clothing remained; it was warm and many Maiar opted for light and fewer clothes to cover themselves. 

Mairon appeared to be pleased. He stepped out of his sight, came up behind him, embraced him. Eönwë loved the feeling of closeness, of intimacy. What exactly his friend? lover? had in mind, he didn't know, but he was eager to find out. 

Maybe he should start relaxing and preparing his fána in case Mairon wished to make use of it. 

Lips brushed against Eönwë's nape. Being the taller of the two served him well in situations like these. He slightly bowed his head, both in deference and for better access. More kisses, then a tender bite. He was generously rewarded for his obedience. 

Mairon's hands wandered up his torso and settled on his chest. 

"You are sweaty," he remarked, whispering in his ear. 

"I trained all day until you called me here," Eönwë replied. 

"So you are a filthy bird." He could hear the smile in Mairon's voice. Being the imperious creature that he was, he loved being right.

His index finger caressed his right nipple, and Eönwë gasped at the sensation. This particular part of his fána hadn't received much attention before, he hadn't known that it was this sensitive. 

Mairon toyed with it until it hardened, then pinched it to draw more noises out of him. 

"Do you like this?"

"Y-yes." 

"And when it hurts?" A harder pinch, then a twist. 

Eönwë let out a whimper, but nodded. He had never minded a bit of pain, craved it even. 

Mairon tried his left nipple next, repeating the same motions. Once again he seemed pleased when his efforts resulted in similar reactions. 

"The filthy bird likes that indeed," he purred, and his right hand shamelessly slid down Eönwë's flank, dipped between his legs and wrapped around his hardening cock. 

Another pinch, thankfully from his left hand that still rested on his chest. "I wonder if I should get you a lovely piercing," Mairon mused. "I would take good care of you after. And knowing you, you might even enjoy it."

"A-ah, mmh... we can maybe try that later if it would please you?" 

Eönwë attempted to focus on keeping his muscles relaxed even as he was torn between sensations, pain and pleasure setting his nerves ablaze. In his mind, he could already see Mairon lifting one his legs and fucking him without warning. He would love that. 

Yet before he could wonder how he might make this dream come true, his fantasies were interrupted by him being picked up and carried away. 

Confused, he looked up the fiery Maia. "Are we not...?" 

"We are, but I told you how filthy you are." Mairon smiled and stepped into the water. "First we shall clean your fána inside and out and then, if you behave, you shall be rewarded."

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Summertime, and the Living is Easy

Tags: season 15, Sam-centric, Sam and Dean Winchester, 500-1,000 words

warnings: alcoholism, implied eating disorder

description: hunting doesn't ever seem very busy in the summer, does it?

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Sunset on the summer solstice found Sam Winchester drinking natty lite shirtless on the back deck of a motel somewhere in the endless plains of the Midwest. This is 8:03 exactly, and he is reflecting on the shitty taste of his beverage. He would drink something better, but the good stuff is 17 ounces of not on his diet.

The cicadas chirp a little louder, and Sam wonders whether it's the noise or long days that have monstrous activity at a low every summer. Not that he's complaining, nobody wants to run around chasing things that can kill you with a glorified peashooter full of salt in 90° heat. Nobody (sane) really wants to do it at all, but the heat really makes a difference, especially when your uniform is long sleeves and jackets. Once when Sam was a kid he tried hunting a ghost in jorts and a t-shirt and learned why not to do that pretty immediately. He got teased at the next school for looking like he got in a fight with a shredder and isn't keen on adding to his intimidating stature. The scars from drawing blood for spells and brushes with death are enough.

After awhile, when the sun is mostly set, Dean joins him. Dean lasts a full minute before talking.

"So what're ya' doin' out here, dork?" He grunts from the plastic law chair a foot or so away, the one Sam didn't take because it had bird shit on it. He's not going to tell Dean that, of course, and considers it revenge for trying to steal his toothbrush.

Sam shrugs "It's a nice evening."

True enough.

"Yeah, nice for the Midwest in late June. Nice... I don't know 'bout that." Dean scoffs, turning fully to look at Sam. "What's with the diet shit you're drinkin'? I know it can't be for flavor. You saving your figure for someone?"

The joke might've been funny at some point, even if neither remember when that point passed (if it ever existed). Sam looks at him a moment weighing up answers against the past, and going for a half truth.

"Normal beer isn't good for you. I know this isn't either but... less so," Sam chuffs "either way it's just fermented and distilled carbohydrates."

There-- just there-- is the tension caught between them building, two planets rearing up to pull the other into breakneck orbit. Dean looks at him like an alien, and it's all Sam can do to make it out in the darkness. When he does, he looks away again. For his credit, Dean is not disgusted in particular, just confused and maybe a little concerned.

"Way to make beer lame, geek boy." He just grunts.

Sam, however, sees his brother dismissing his concerns again and can't bring himself to parse how he feels about it; some combination of reliefangerfear tied up like the Gordian knot in his chest, blocking the words from his mouth and throat.

A moment ago he was peaceful.

Sam takes another sip and finds that it has lost all redeeming qualities under his brother's sharp eye, tasting like watered down gasoline. He drinks it anyway, craving not the flavor but the release that's getting harder and harder to come by. Dean had a beer, too, and it's not his first judging by the steadiness of his hands as he scratches something into the right arm of his plastic lawn chair. They're both functional alcoholics anymore, but Sam thinks they should get something of a pass since it's their sixth end of days. They deserve frequent shopper coupons from Gas and Sip's everywhere from the sheer volume of crappy liquor in tiny bottles they've bought to privately mourn the apocalypse.

But that's beside the point, the sun has set on the solstice and nothing happened. Not that anything was expected to, but still. The world is awful empty when you're the only people in it.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 20)

"🎶It's Kismet🎶

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Once out of the overly, steamy shower, Luna and Colson sit at the kitchen table sharing a cup of coffee. Colson is bare chested, as always, in a pair of joggers. Luna has her blonde hair half up, she's wearing a simple, long sleeve, white cotton shirt and cut offs, no makeup, but tons of jewelry as usual. He fires up a joint as they talk about their last couple of days, enjoying the rarely empty kitchen.

"She really is beautiful." He thinks watching the natural light play off of her.

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"I don't think I'll ever get used to those Fucking eyes." She thinks, getting lost in him.

"Ready?" He asks breaking her thoughts once the joint is finished. She nods, following him downstairs.

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In the studio Colson's heart is racing. She knows nothing about his new album. It's killed him to not talk to her about it in detail as they got to know each other. But he wants to see her honest reaction and values her opinion as an artist. "Ok." He begins, setting her down on the couch by the shoulders. "I want you to sit and listen." He says "Just listen. What do you need to not move for the next hour? Weed, water, a snack?"

Luna laughs. She knows exactly the vulnerability he's feeling right now and finds him to be incredibly cute in his fluster. "We have weed and water. I'm good. So, ready whenever you are, Bunny." She smiles to reassure him.

"Ok..." He sighs sitting down at the sound board. The opening electronic beat has her immediately bobbing her head. She looks up when the woman speaks. He puts his hand up "Listen." She nods in agreeance as the next song begins. She likes this beat too and notices he's riding it much smoother than his other albums. And he's fucking FIERCE. As the next songs begins her ears perk up. He watches her eyebrows furrow as she nods her head, focusing on the beat. He sees the exact moment she makes the connection he's waiting for. Her head shoots up, mouth open, wanting to speak, but doesn't.

Her eyes immediately well up. "Oh, FUCK, it's "Numb." She thinks as one hard tear rolls down her face. They reach for each other's hand.

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"I knew she'd get it." He thinks stroking her hand with his thumb. Comforted by her acknowledgment.

She doesn't let go of his hand, only giving him a fake shocked face over a particular lyric, through her tears. As a woman's voice comes onto the next song. Nodding to the beat, she squeezes it. He can see tears flowing down her face, as she's trying to control her breathing, listening as he runs through the last year. She lets out a whimper, when she hears a certain set of bars, referring to a night in his kitchen. She looks into his eyes aching, they had talked about it that night at the pool but hearing it on tape is different. He hands her his bandana as she climbs onto his lap, not bothering to wipe her tears. She slides her legs through the chair holes, straddling him. They're cheek to cheek as the next song slams her in the stomach too. She squeezes him tightly, listening to him expose himself to the world. The beat is catchy and she can't help bobbing her head by the end.

"UGH!!" She thinks, soul aching for her Lover. "It's heartbreaking and melodic, like truly great fucking songs are..... I'm gonna kill his fucking mother." She decides to herself.

Her thoughts break and she laughs loudly as she hears Pete's voice come on. Thankful for the small lift from the heavy, she kisses Colson on the cheek as she squeezes him again, climbs off him and settles back onto couch. Lighting a joint as the next song begins. She's bobbing her head again to the beat. Listening intently, he's coming hard. Popping her chin in her hand, on her knee, she tosses him a long glance, catching the second set of bars. She's still bobbing.

"Aight, Bunny...." She thinks to herself impressed, thoroughly enjoying his talent.

He's watching her reaction to every song. He loves how she catches certain lyrics and the way her face lights up as the beats change. She's swiveling her hips, couch dancing to this particular beat. She goes to say something again but catches herself as he shakes his head. One look. They smile, knowingly. The next is another banger. He rides the beat flawlessly, giving her 90s hip-hop flashback feels. Another lyric stabs her in the heart.

"Fuck. He's not playing." She thinks as he lays his shit bare, all over the table. Slaying the fucking beat. And her heart.

As another woman's voice opens the next track, Luna sparks another joint. She's on an emotional rollercoaster and needs a slight grip. She lays down on the couch, on her back, letting the smoke billow above her from the joint as tears roll down her face. She's listening as he explains unapologetically, all of his pain that they've talked about since meeting. Some parts truly scaring her.

He's still watching her. The next song comes off more poppy but she catches the dark lyrics instantly. She passes him the joint, sniffling, but laughs, shocked, as a certain "B" lyric by Redd slides through. She looks at him with an amused look as the next song begins. She knows what it's about as it continues. Not her favorite but it's still catchy. The next opens with Phem haunting the track. This song makes Luna sad for Colson too. She's back on his lap again, this time with an arm around his shoulders listening intently to the smooth, old west coast beat. Once the track finishes, he flips the sound off, looking up at her. He doesn't have to ask.

"That was a lot...That was amazing...I am so fucking proud of you...I HAVE to smoke a cigarette...all the cigarettes in the world...while we talk about this." She blurts out as her hummingbird hands fly, never taking a breath. Kissing him all over.

Colson loves when she gets excited like this. "C'mon, we'll grab you a beer too and sit on the patio." He says laughs, lifting her up to head upstairs.

"I fucking love YOU." She says, following behind him

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They sit on the patio, unpacking the ride he just sent her on through his head. She mentions Cara to his surprise, not thinking anyone would catch that. She asks if that beat is by The Mark's, which only slightly shocks him that she knows her music so well, but makes him laugh with how she refers to them. He tells her that Casi is the ASMR on the one track. She didn't catch that one and it absolutely tickles Luna's soul. Her eyes well up again as they talk about Chester. She thinks it's a GREAT, subtle homage to their friend. They touch on all the little different shout-outs, lyrics and meanings. There isn't anything he needs to explain to her. Even though she finds it haunting and slightly worrisome, she loves the album and understands and relates to it completely. Getting SUPER hype over certain pieces, he loves how she knows and respects his career. She credits him for his raw fearlessness. How it is not simply an album but an experience. This pleases him, it's what he was aiming to accomplish. She does mention that it ends very heavy and abruptly. Comparing the entering of the hotel track with needing an exit track. He likes where her mind is as the wheels of his begin to turn.

"She's right. I need a smoother ride out." He's thinking of the song they're about to work on and the one he has going with Dom. "Maybe I can slide them in around 5:3666...." He decides to hit Dom up later.

Turning his attention back to Luna. "Wanna see what we've got together?"

"Most definitely." She agrees. They grab 2 more beers and head back down to the studio.

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He first plays her the beat he's come up with. It's her melody from the piano "So, I think you should open here..." Letting the melody flow until a beat drops. "I'd come in here." She nods, listening as her melody still rides in the background. Before it comes to the forefront again as he points at her. As the beat changes again, she's bobbing her head. He stops the music. "What do you think, open with you and we'll play off each other?" He asks her. She likes it.

"Yeah, lemme see what else you got.." She says pulling her lyrics out. They sit at the table and begin to build together, singing back and forth to one another. Everything's flowing easily, they're telling a true story.

🎶I want you forever//Even when we're not together//scars on my body//So I can take you wherever🎶

He sees her thinking "What?" He asks.

"I don't like scars line...." She shakes her head.

"Ok, what do we flip it to?" He asks.

She thinks for a minute. "What about tattooed? She asks.

"We getting tattoos?" He asks amused.

"Fuck." She laughs looking at both their bodies. "Is there even any open space on either of us?"

He lifts his arms looking around. "Here!!" He excitetedly points to a blank spot on his inner left arm. She looks at hers. It's covered mainly with the lyrics from The Beatles "Black Bird" blended with the silhouettes of birds and other imaginary. She looks to her right.

"AHA!!" She shouts pointing to a small bare space, in almost the same spot, just the other arm. They look at each other deviously.

"What do we get?" He asks?

"Lemme get a peice of paper, please." Once she takes it, she draws for a couple minutes before producing a cartoon style, punked out bunny.

"YOOOOOOO!! THAT'S FUCKING SICK!!!! Check him out!! I fucking love it" He shouts jumping out of his chair, bouncing around studio with the drawing before kissing her deeply. "Let's go!!! Right now!! WE OUT!!!" He says after he releases her.

She puts her hand up, laughing "Chill, Wild Boy... Let's arrange these lyrics, then we'll go. Then, we'll come back and lay the track."

"I love the way you think." He says kissing her before sitting down to finish their work.

Both are satisfied, agreeing the tattoo line is better. Luna stands up, kissing Colson before she heads upstairs to change into an easier shirt to be inked in. He calls his tattoo guy. Then Alex and Joe.

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"Who's going first?" Asks Colson's tattoo guy, Kevin.

"Ladies first." Colson smirks. He wants to see how Luna handles the chair.

"Whatever." She shrugs, sitting down and getting comfortable. Kevin cleans her arm and sets the stencil. Luna double checks it's placement in a mirror before sitting back down. She nods her head, signaling to Kevin that she's ready to begin. The sound of the gun makes her nipples hard in excitement. As soon as the needle touches her skin she feels a warm wave wash over her. Colson is talking to her but she shakes her head, leaning it back, closing her eyes. She truly enjoys the act of being tattooed, taking it all in.

Colson watches her sit for her tattoo, completely relaxed. "She looks so peaceful, like she's on a fucking beach or some shit." He admires her. "She IS a bad ass bitch...."

Once Kevin finishes, she lifts her head, finally opening her eyes. She fucking loves it. Staring at it, she looks up at Colson. "Better not back out now, Motherfucker." She smiles at him as Kevin wraps her up. She's never referred him like that before. Her aggressiveness makes Colson's dick jump in pleasure.

"All in." He beams, hoping into the chair. They have two different tattooing styles. Colson chats uncontrollably. To Luna. To Kevin. To the fucking dog. Luna can't help but laugh.

"So how long have you guys been together?" Kevin asks. Luna and Colson look at each other, before bursting out laughing.

"I'm sorry, Man." Colson apologizes laughing still. "A week?" He asks Luna with a slight snort.

She shrugs, "I don't know." She says laughing honestly. "I don't even know what day it is after Seoul."

"It's Sunday, Kitten." Colson laughs.

"Seeeee, I thought it was fucking Monday, it's so fucking confusing!!" She exclaims. She's only slightly good at math. Counting the American days in her head. "11. We've been together for 11 days. I think" She laughs, opening her eyes wide.. Grinning at a happily staring Colson.

"I would've never guessed." Kevin says in the background "You two compliment each other really well." They hold each other's eyes and smile at each other knowingly. One look.

"11 days.." Colson says with wide blue eyes and a beaming smile, while nodding his head.

🎶What can I say, it's kismit, ain't it🎶 She sings to Colson. He laughs, pulling her in for an upside down kiss. Both if their bodies flushing from the physical and emotional touch. Once Kevin finishes and wraps Colson, they thank, pay and tip him before happily heading back to Colson's Rover.

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"I FUCKING LOVE IT!!" Colson declares.

"ME TOO!!!" Says Luna cheesing like an asshole, bouncing around the passenger seat. Colson pulls her over to him. She submits easily, sliding over, on top of him. They kiss each other hungrily and wet as Colson runs his hands across her skull, thru her long blonde hair, gripping it at its base. His dominance makes her pussy gush. They're in the parking lot, in broad daylight but that doesn't stop them. Kissing each other sloppily, they pull each other's shorts off quickly. His dick is too big and her shorts too tight for a slide over. Lifting high, she works him into her. Making him moan with each shift. Once he's in, she rides him hard and quick. With his hands on her hips, she grips the back of his neck and hair. Holding him close. FUCKING him hard. They're both turned on by fucking in public. It's not long before they both moan for each other loudly, feeling that the other is ready. It's rare for them not to talk during sex. This is so quick and intimate, that it takes one last solid shift of her hips and that One Look before they lock mouths, cuming for each other instantly.

Luna lays her cheek against Colson's chest, as he rests inside her. Trying to catch her breath. He's rubbing her back trying to do the same, enjoying being inside of her.

❗BANG❗They're startled by a dirty man peering in, on the drivers side window. "WHAT THE FUCK!!??" Colson angrily shouts.

"Got any money?" He asks.

Colson's still looking at him in bewilderment. The New Yorker in Luna isn't fazed and has already reached into her purse. She puts the window down slightly, before sliding a 20 out it. "Now, go.' She instructs, putting the window back up. The man makes a prayer gesture and walks away.

"What the fuck, Loons!??" Colson is still angry.

"What, Colson?" She asks, sliding over to the passenger side so she can slip her shorts back on. Lighting a joint she continues "So, he got $20 because he was lucky enough to walk up and catch a show." She shrugs passing him the joint "He doesn't know who we are, and that probably made his week, if not his month. Fuck, don't make me think past a month." Her heart feeling sad "Plus, had it been a fan or a cop, it would've cost us a fuck more then a 20 and a little shock."

Side eyeing her with a smile, hitting the joint, he knows she's right as he buckles his belt before starting the Rover. Driving up the PCH she turns to him. "Besides, WHAT could truly ruin today? It's our first Bunny&Kitten MessAbout!!!" She leans over to kiss him before wiggling her fingers like a witch while dancing in her seat. "We wrote a fucking slamming song, got our first tattoos together AND got caught fucking by an old dude!!!!" Luna takes the joint, while she laughs uncontrollably causing Colson to join in with her. "Now, let's go lay down musical history." She says cockily, leaning over to kiss him. She hits it multiple times before passing it back.

"I fucking love her perspective." He thinks to himself laughing as he hits the joint and they pull into the driveway.

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Alex and Joe are already at the house. Colson greets them warmly before introducing them to Luna. They "know" of each other through The Industry. "It's nice to finally put a face to you guys!!" Luna says, causing them all to laugh.

Down in the studio, Colson and Luna get set up in the booth. As the melody begins playing in their headphones, Luna waits for her cue. Turning herself with the mic, she begins singing to Colson directly.

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

She's giving him THAT look, swirling her hips.

As the beat shifts Colson jumps in. Resting his hand on Luna's hip. Rapping to only her.

🎶We both bad, but it feels so good. And you "come" again, like I know you should. And we both wild. And the night's young. You're my drug. Breathe you in 'til my face numb. Drop it down to that bass drum. I got what you dream 'bout, fingers pulling my hair out. Eyes closed while you scream and shout. And you keep me in with those hips. While my teeth sink in those lips. While your body's giving me life and you suffocate in my kiss🎶

🎶Then you said I want you forever. Even when we're not together. Tattooed you on my body so I can take you wherever, Like, I want you forever. Even when we're not together, tattooed you on my body so I can look at you whenever, yeah🎶

He sings the last part as they exchange knowing smiles before she starts again. Leaning herself and the mic towards him.

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

Colson comes back in. Leaning into her, grabbing her ass.

🎶I can't explain it. I love our range. And I love the way your breath numbs me of novacaine. And we are, always high. Keep it strange🎶

Luna jumps in to harmonize with him , smiling as she sways her hips in his hands. They sing in unison. Pushing playfully against each other.

🎶Okay, yeah, I'm insane. But you the same🎶

Colson continues rapping

🎶Let me paint the picture. Counter in the kitchen. Taking all your clothes off. Losin' our religion. You're my pretty little vixen and I'm the voice inside your head. That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say🎶

Colson continues. As Luna dances loosely in his grip. Singing again.

🎶And you said I want you forever. Even when we're not together. Tattooed you on my body so I can take you wherever, Like, I want you forever. Even when we're not together, we're not together, tattooed you on my body so I can look at you whenever, yeah🎶

Luna kicks back in. Running her thumb across his bottom lip, dragging it across his jawline.

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

Continuing Luna lays down the hook, making finger guns as she snakes her body, holding the mic. Colson to grins, shaking his head, trying not to laugh, as feels his dick perk up even more.

🎶I'm just a LunaTic, with her Gunn. When we're together, Bad Things happen. The way you touch me, is better than ecstasy. When we're not together, I still feel you coursing through me🎶

Together they sing, pushing and playing off of each other still.

🎶And you said I want you forever. Even when we're not together. Tattooed you on my body so I can take you wherever, Like, I want you forever. Even when we're not together, we're not together, tattooed you on my body so I can look at you whenever, yeah🎶

Luna continues smiling...

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

Hearing the beat fade out, Joe comes into they're ears. "I think we got it guys!! He says excitedly. They look at each other grinning.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" She squeals jumping into his arms, he laughs as she wraps her legs around him, kissing him deeply. "That was fucking AWESOME." She beams, pulling back to look at him. High from singing with him.

He's grinning too "It was fucking AMAZING!!" He squeezes her ass tight. Touching her pussy. "I wanna fuck you so bad right now!" He whispers into her ear. Making her moan and giggle, before letting her slide down his body, against his hard cock.

They come out of the booth to a pumped Alex and Joe. "One fucking take guys!!" Alex shouts in disbelief. "ONE FUCKING TAKE!!" Luna and Colson high five each other. "I want Luna in for some solo vocals to layer in, in mixing and the same for you, Kells."

Joe jumps in "But after that. Polished and its done! Solid fucking work guys!!!" They share a celebratory beer and joint while listening to the rough track before Luna heads back into the booth. Everyone beyond pleased with the authenticity between Luna and Colson.

"Dude, she's AMAZING!!" Alex says to Colson. "Obviously you hear about people in the industry, you know...but, fuck. She's got them Billie Holliday pipes on her!!" He looks at Colson seriously for a second. "So, I'm guessing you guys are together?"

"Don't even fucking think about. Ima bout to wife her up." He gives Alex a look.

"Can't blame a brother for asking." He replies, making Colson chuckle. Once she finishes, he steps into the booth. Luna shares another joint with Alex and Joe. Chatting but never taking her eyes off Colson.

After Colson steps back out, they begin the mixing process. Luna's fully engaged until she sees the time. "Fuck, Bunny!! I have dinner with the girls soon!!" She exclaims in a panic.

He grabs her hand. "It's ok, Kitten. Go to dinner. I'll finish up here and show you when you get home." He kisses her to reassure her.

"Home?" Her mind takes a big breath. She shakes it off.

"I fucking love you." She declares before thanking the guys and heading towards the door, she stops "You want me to bring you back anything?"

"Nah, I'm good." He pushes his chair across the room to kiss her again, appreciating her thoughtfulness. "Thank you, though." They exchange sweet I love yous before she heads upstairs to change and head to dinner with Frannie and Paris. She's excited to have some down time with them and doesn't want to think about what home entails.

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To be continued.....