#guitarspear fanfic

[guitarspearmybeloved]

Why did she fall for him?

She racked her brain despite her stubborn pride and embarrassment

Angels shouldn't fall in love.

Weren't they beyond this? Didn't they ascend to escape Earth's sinful emotions?

But the longer she thought, the more she saw it in him

A long forgotten gentleness hiding deep below the surface

She can see it when his beautiful golden wings brush against hers

Or when he thinks he's alone he'll bring out his old acoustic guitar

when the stars shine extra bright on clear nights

And trembling ages old lullabies fall from his lips

With no hesitation, his heart remembers softly singing his countless children to sleep

[a-dose-of-comatose]

What Adam does for lute when she’s mad at him

How Mad is She?

***

Lute was in the zone. There were only three minutes left until the end of Extermination Day and she was plowing through Sinners with as much vigor as if only three minutes had passed.

She was surrounded by ten or so Sinners, nothing she couldn’t handle on her own, but Adam had kept his axe fairly clean that day - so why wouldn’t he hop in to help?

As he sliced through five of them with one large swing Lute screamed, “Adam! What the fuck are you doing?!”

He scoffed, “I’m picking fucking dandelions - what the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”

She ripped her sword out from the last Sinner’s chest with an angry huff, “Go find your own!” She stomped. “God-fucking-damnit!” She stabbed her sword through the Sinner’s chest once more.

“I think you got him, Tits-”

She frantically looked down at her watch before letting out a long screech. She sounded like a tantruming toddler.

“Dude - what’s your fucking problem?” Adam questioned.

“There’s only one minute left in the Extermination and I still need to kill two more sinners to beat my record from last year!” She yanked her helmet off her head and threw it at the pile of bodies bleeding red onto the surrounding brimstone. “And by my calculations you just stole fucking five from me, you dipshit!”

His jaw dropped as she continued to stop through the puddles of blood to retrieve her stained helmet. “Bitch! That’s not fair!” he protested, “how was I supposed to know-”

“I had them!” Her knuckles clenched shut. “I fucking had them!”

At that moment their watches began to chime, signaling the end of another Extermination.

“I cannot fucking believe you!” She groaned, slinging the helmet back on, not so much as wincing as it flung still warm blood over both herself and Adam. 

He opened the portal back to Heaven and watched as the Exorcists took to the sky. 

Looking back to Lute, he rolled his eyes, and reminded her, “There’s always next year.”

That was a mistake.

“Did you just roll your fucking-” she cut herself off, taking a deep breath before spitting between clenched teeth, “Y’know what? Fuck you.” 

“Lute, can we please just talk about this?” 

She grabbed her sword and took flight without so much as looking back down at him.

“Fucking women.” He grumbled as he followed suit.

***

“Lute, babe for real?” He banged his forehead against the bathroom door, grimacing as the shower turned on. “We always shower together after the Extermination!”

“I’m mad at you!” She shouted back. “Go shower somewhere else!”

He groaned, “But Lute!”

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Adam!”

“Does this mean no head?”

From beyond the closed door she threw something hard and fast his direction. The shockwave of its impact went through the thin door and directly into his skull. “Ow! Fuck!” He jumped back. “Okay, maybe I deserved that one-”

He could hear the venom dripping from her voice as she screamed again, “What part of ‘I don’t want to hear it’ are you not getting? Go the fuck away!”

Adam ran a hand through his matted helmet hair. The next Extermination wasn’t for another year - and Lute could hold a grudge longer than anyone he had ever met - and he was the first man, he had met a lot of people throughout his long afterlife. 

He begrudgingly pulled out his phone, typing into the search engine 

‘How to apologize to my angry girlfriend’

He mindlessly scrolled through options that simply wouldn’t work for Lute. Bullshit like ‘speak to her rationally’ and ‘admit your wrongdoings’ before he found the perfect option.

‘Buy her flowers’

He quickly ducked out through the front door, and even faster opened a portal to the nearest flower shop. Adam had passed it hundreds of times but never set foot inside - he had never had a reason to. 

Until now.

“Hello!” A chipper voice called from the back. “I will be right with you!”

“All good!” Adam called back, realizing just how out of his element he was, surrounded with all the blooming plants in every imaginable shape and color. 

The Winner waltzed to the counter, tying an apron around his waist. “Hi sir, I’m David. How can I help - woah. You, uh,” he stuttered, “you have a little something on your robes, sir.”

Adam looked back down at his robes. The ones he hadn’t had a chance to change out of since getting home from Hell. “Oh shit-” he muttered, “yeah. I was - uh - baking.”

“You were baking?”

“Yeah.” Adam reaffirmed, trying to convince himself it was a believable excuse just as much as he tried to convince the shopkeeper. “Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I kinda fucked up with my girlfriend and she’s pretty pissed.”

“How mad is she?” He asked.

Fuck. How was he supposed to explain that his psychotic girlfriend was mad that he killed off what would have been lucky numbers two hundred and thirty-six through two hundred and forty-one? 

“Well-” He exhaled. “We were baking - and my girl, she’s one of those real competitive types - y’know how it is.” He waved his hand. “We were on the last few - um - cupcakes before a deadline, and I may have tried to help her when she didn’t want it - and I guess it messed up some goal she had so she got pissed and threw,” he looked down to the blood on his robe, “jelly at me.”

“No. How mad is she?” The florist rolled his eyes before pointing up at a sign directly above his head. 

The letters read:

‘How Mad Is She?’ followed by pictures of three bouquets ranging in size - A being the smallest, and C being the largest.

“Based on the fact that you’re covered with-” he paused to look Adam up and down, “-jelly, I’m thinking you might need a C.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Definitely a fucking C.”

“Let’s ring you up and then get you outta here.” David reassured. “That’ll be one hundred and twenty heaven bucks.”

“Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me.”

***

Adam tentatively knocked at the bedroom door when he got home. “Hey, Lute-” he drew out her name, “can I come in?”

“Fine,” she grumbled, “but I’m still mad at you.”

He opened the door, and was greeted by her mouth dropping open in shock. “You got me flowers?”

He smirked. “I did.”

“I was mad - so you got me flowers?”

Uh oh. That wasn’t the intended reaction. 

“Surprise?” He offered, approaching the bed.

Her angry eyebrows softened as she struggled to contain a laugh, her gorgeous grin spreading across her cheeks as she finally cracked. “You fucking dork.”

“I’m sorry for fucking up your kill count today.”

“It’s alright,” she sighed. “I’m sorry for snapping at you like I did. The flowers are sweet, thank you.”

 He grinned, leaning in for a kiss. “Nothing but the best for you.”

She pushed him back playfully. “Nuh uh. Not until we get you cleaned up.” She hopped out of the bed.

Taking his hand she pulled him towards the bathroom. “Wait - does that mean?”

“It’s not a post Extermination shower if we don’t do it together.” She relented.

Adam looked to the ceiling and whispered a silent thank you, to god, to the internet, and to fucking David at the flowershop. 

The flowers fucking worked.

[ravenwritesfics]

hey, I'm Raven!

Hiii! I'm Raven, I'm the writer of "I once believed love would be black and white" on ao3 which is a guitarspear fanfic :)) linking it below!!

I'm mostly just going to be hanging around here, posting a bunch of random writing stuff, and trying to be active while I work up motivation to write more stuff

if you guys have things you want me to do on here, like polls, questionares, posting random bits of writing for when I'm bored or if you have prompts for stuff related to guitarspear / my fic, then put then down below!! I'd love some ideas

also I have a discord server, it's in the link of the description of the fic linked below haha

[niafromheaven]

"But He Is A Liar" CHARLIE REDESIGN DONE BY @demiberdly

[cassandra-baker]

Siete meses para enamorarla.

¡Que vengo con un fanfic nuevo de Hazbin Hotel!

-Creo que me gusta Lute.

Con esta confesión del primer hombre empieza esta distendida historia.

Todos sabemos que Adán no es el hombre que tiene más tacto con las mujeres y por eso recurre a la ayuda de su amiga Sisi para que le guie en el camino para ganarse el corazón de su fría lugarteniente. Hacía mucho que no hacía un OC pero como no he visto a Adán interactuando con mucha gente no me imaginaba a nadie siendo su amigo (y tampoco me imagino a Emily o San Pedro dándole consejos amorosos).

Casi toda la historia será muy divertida y desenfadada viendo a Adán siendo Adán pero esforzándose mucho. Ya para el final quizás la cosa se vuelva más seria (es la idea pero quizás cambie mientras escriba así que es por ahora una incógnita incluso para mí). Bueno, que eso, como el resumen es tan desenfadado como la historia os animo a leer (y a comentar y votar también que se agradece). Ya no molesto más ^^.

[deadgirlwalking91]

Brb, sobbing 😭

@eviltortilla I love them so much!!! Silly, lovestruck angels in denial who can’t seem to behave themselves and just be normal around a bathtub 😍

And all the little details you included—the lil blob of bubbles on Lute’s head, Adam’s chest/body hair, the flush on Lute’s body, the duckies?! 😍😍😍

I love. Just gonna sit here and stare at this for a while.

Thank you ❤️

drew a scene from one of my fave fics - “Thank you for the Venom”

idrk how to draw “perspective” (??) as this is like my first attempt so sorry if the angles are off lol

[alieliscious]

Guitarspear but eagle courtship ritual AKA cartwheeling

[branded-rose]

"Angels don't make mistakes" But what if they do? What if Adam and Lute have made a series of very big mistakes? And now after Adam's death, Lute is left to deal with the consequences.

Finally, after like 4 months of working on this project I am SO close to being able to share it fully! The first chapter of this fic should be uploaded this week assuming I am able to get my artistic self to plug in my tablet.

Special thanks to @deadgirlwalking91 for encouraging me, helping me edit, beta-reading everything, and just generally talking me through ideas until something stuck.

Also special thanks to @theredthunderxiv for reading through and helping me with one of the chapters and talking through some plot points.

[faberown]

Adam and Lute are trapped in Hell, the former transformed into a sinful demon, the latter deprived of her wings just as Vaggie once deprived herself. Now they are alone, without anyone, and live in a beautiful garden that they built with their own hands. A replica of Eden which, although not up to the standard of the real Eden, is really very beautiful. But since it isn't the true Eden, in this garden there are also fears, insecurities, desperation, anger and frustration. But at the same time there is also room for a love that can sweep away these nefarious feelings and make new light shine in the hearts of the two exiled angels

This work is inspired by the amazing fanart of the artist Serenade, of which I leave you the account (https://x.com/SerenadePng), for the guitarspear week. I invite you all to go and follow her, because she deserves it

[falling-star-cygnus]

im still hung up on Adam hating seeing Lute cry if you couldn't tell

pr.2 of my previous Guitarspear fic❗ :D

basically- Adam's death was just a nightmare on Lute's part and he was actually only injured yes this is me being delulu

{The first man's palm is warm in his final death.}

{Lute shoots up in bed and chokes on a scream.}

{She can feel her chest heave, too hot tangled in her blanket and yet far too cold at the same time. Hot like the blood Adam left on her cheek. Cold like his hand}

{The exorcist slowly lowers herself back down onto the pillows, subconsciously brushing her fingers over her cheek to wipe away ichor that’s no longer there. Lute's heart is beating a mile a minute. She can feel it pulsing in her throat}

{The black and white feathers of her wings tremble, loudly broadcasting their presence and demanding to be soothed; the angel takes in a deep breath and closes her eyes}

{She was being silly.}

{Adam's cold hand on her cheek, his ragged inhales, the golden blood staining unholy ground, his final-}

{Lute throws her blankets off}

"Just a quick check,"

{She swears to herself, barely noticing her feet carrying her to Adam's quarters until she's gently pushing the door open}

{Adam's larger then life form is lying on his bed, facing the wall, and still.}

{Until a heaven-shattering snore disrupts the silence. Lute feels like she can breathe again}

{With a long sigh, Adam's lieutenant turns around to head back to her own room. The ache in her chest has lessened, thankfully, at seeing her boss alive and well. But somehow... it wasn't enough}

{Which was ridiculous, Lute was being ridiculous. What more could she possibly need? That was appropriate for someone of her status to ask for- that is. Obviously she couldn't just-}

{Lute is pressing her ear to Adam's chest before she's even processed she's entered his room.}

{The steady thump-thump-thump of his immortal heart is like a balm on her frazzled nerves. Her eyes close as a sigh of relief wracks her suddenly exhausted frame}

"huh- what the fuck? Lute?"

{Lute would like it on record that the sound that left her mouth at Adam's sleep-raspy voice was not a yelp in any shape or fashion}

"S-sir! I was just-"

{Just what!? Just listening to his heartbeat to reassure herself he wasn't dead? Just watching him sleep? She couldn't say that. Pathetic. She was being pathetic}

"You were just...?"

{Adam's not wearing his mask. Which makes sense, it's 3 in the morning and he was sleeping. Of course, the first man wasn't wearing his mask.}

{It's not like Lute was complaining about it, he was very attractive under his mask. He was attractive with it, if she was being hones with herself.}

"Just-"

{Lute can feel a familiar burn working it's way up her throat as Adam raises an expectant eyebrow. She can't meet his eyes anymore, her actions were beyond shameful. Beyond embarrassing. All because she was needy-}

"Ah- shit- tears... uh-"

{Nice, familiar, warm hands cup her face awkwardly. His thumbs clumsily try and rub away the salty tears that pour down her face unbidden. When had she started crying?}

{Lute can't really bring herself to care when those hands only further prove that her boss is alive in front of her.}

"C'mon Dangertits, don't cry! You're supposed to be badass!"

{It's so heart-wrenchingly close to what he had said to her on that day that Lute just cries harder. She can't get any words out, can't say anything to rectify her rather pathetic display. But- Adam almost died. Almost died in her arm. She's allowed to be upset damnit!}

"Fuck- uh- ah shit, Lute. Please? Please don't cry..."

{The first man is full of surprises tonight. First saying please and now dragging his lieutenant into his arms with a near frantic urgency}

{He holds her head gently to his chest, golden wings folding over the shaking exorcist in a protective barrier. That familiar thumping fills her ears again.}

{Lute can feel his hand card awkwardly through her silvery hair, the other resting on the stump of what's left of her arm. It feels... surprisingly nice}

"See? I'm- I'm ok, yeah? Takes more then some fuckin' cyclops with a needle to take the first man out."

{Now that Lute's not driving herself into a headache with sobs, she can hear the shaky notes of concern under his boasting. The hands pull her just a bit closer, and it's because of this closeness that she can hear:}

"...i hate seeing you cry."

{It's whispered so softly it's like a secret admission, like nobody but him was supposed to hear it; not even Lute}

"...so please, don't do it. Not for me."

{Adam buries his nose into the silver strands he's been finger brushing, moving his hand to hold the back of her neck instead}

{The exorcist's tears have died into sniffles, the expected headache raging inside her skull in sharp fireworks. Lute turns her head to the side, resting her cheek on Adam's shoulder and bringing her knees up to her chest}

{They stay like this for a good ten minutes or so. Until Lute is feeling tired enough to attempt sleep again and uncurl herself from her boss's comforting hold}

{The lieutenant doesn't want to leave his arms, embarrassingly enough. But she's overstayed her welcome and they both need their rest if-}

{Adam's wings drag her right back into him}

"Sir-!?" "Adam."

{Lute's jaw closes itself with a click as the first man cuts her off, laying back down on his side with his best friend in his arms}

"Just- Adam. Just for right now..."

{It's a rare show of vulnerability from him, drawn out from his lieutenant's tears. Lute can't bring herself to deny him anything, not when his arms and wings are holding her close like she's something precious}

"...Adam."

{They'll have to talk about- this- in the morning, probably. Whatever this is between them. Or maybe they won't. Maybe when Adam wakes up, Lute will have already fled back to her room. Maybe Lute will wake up in an empty bed far too big for smaller stature and tucked in a blanket.}

{Or maybe they'll wake up still tangled in each other, still with tears stains on their persons, still holding each other tight enough that neither Heaven nor Hell could pull them apart}

{Maybe they'll just be Lute and Adam. For a few more stolen moments.}

[guitarspearmybeloved]

I fuckin love the fandom around this couple. There are so many talented and skilled fanfic writers, yall just keep serving 😘🤌🏻

[a-dose-of-comatose]

Golden Hour

(GuitarSpear/GuardRock Aftercare One Shot)

Gift for @deadgirlwalking91 ❤️

Ao3 Link Here

Adam takes the time to appreciate the beauty of Lute's afterglow.

(NSFW Followed by Tooth-Rotting levels of Fluff)

Lute threw her head back into Adam’s chest, eyes rolled back in pure bliss as the pressure of his fingers along her clit grew deeper. The way her hips bucked into his touch with need as she squirmed and struggled to moan through the hand gripping her throat would have sent him over the edge had he not already finished.

Tears trailed down her face as Adam’s grip tightened around her neck ever so slightly. He was so much bigger. So much stronger . The fact that Lute trusted him with her entire being during these intimate and vulnerable moments meant everything to him. The way no one else got to see this submissive side of the stoic Lieutenant of the Exorcists was something he would never take for granted.

Lute was gorgeous every moment. From when her eyes fluttered open in the morning to when she was in the deepest stages of sleep overnight. Sunlight radiated from her when golden blush lit up her cheeks, and she glowed like the moon when she was vicious and cold.

She was even prettier when her jaw dropped open with a strangled gasp as she clenched around his fingers, finding her release.

Adam had known supposed perfection from the moment he opened his eyes, watched as it was taken away through another’s mistake, and managed to find it once more in the company of his lieutenant. 

He quickly moved his hands to her waist, flipping her from her back and onto her stomach. She gasped for air between small sobs as she nuzzled into his chest, nails desperately digging into his shoulders like she would lose him forever if she let go. 

“Hey, Lute,” he whispered, bringing a hand up to rub small circles into her back. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

The sound of her erratic breathing filled the air surrounding them. He lifted his other hand to her face, and tucked back the sweat soaked locks, slowing his own breathing down and lifting her body with his movements as a silent reminder to her of the pace to aim for.

It worked, and little by little her breath resumed a normal rhythm. “You feeling better?” he finally asked.

She offered a slow nod, peering up through tear soaked lashes to meet his gaze.

Of course, Lute was breathtaking every moment, but nothing compared to her afterglow.

Her golden eyes shone a million times brighter through the watery filter of her tears. Her parted lips were swollen from pressing them against his, and small dribbles of drool gathered around the corners. Her stark white hair looked so different when it was messy from the fingers that ran through and tugged on it - from the sweat that stuck it down to her skin.

Her skin was his favorite. Her usual porcelain complexion surpassed Heaven’s most beautiful sunsets when she was flushed with golden blood. 

Her chest, cheeks, breasts, ass, and cunt were all ablaze with the physical evidence of their evening together. It was more breathtaking than the hand he had wrapped around her throat.

She pulled the air from his lungs with nothing but her beauty.

“Good.” He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Because you did so well, Lute,” he praised, “you are so fucking beautiful.”

His fingers crawled along her back to the base of her wings, where without even seeing them, he could feel the disheveled feathers from when she writhed against him with need - not caring about the mess she left in the slightest.

She only wanted him.

He only wanted her.

He smoothed her feathers back down with gentle strokes. “Was it good?” he questioned.

“Yeah.” She exhaled deeply, craning her neck to place a kiss along his jaw before collapsing back onto his shoulder. 

“Tell me what you need, Lute. I can go run a bath real quick-”

“No bath.” She shook her head slightly. “I just want to stay with you.”

Poor thing was drained.

“‘Course.” Adam nodded, giving her a lingering hug. “Can I at least grab some stuff to come clean you up with?”

She responded by shifting her body off of his, landing with her back on the mattress. “Hurry back?”

“Lute,” he grinned, slowly scooting himself off the edge of the bed. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” 

It was Adam’s personal golden hour. The one where Lute’s afterglow lit up every inch of her skin, and she let down her walls completely, allowing the two of them to exist in their own personal Heaven. 

Getting to take care of his lieutenant afterwards was one of the best parts of sex for Adam. 

So, he spent the extra moment to find Lute’s favorite throw blanket from wherever they had left it last, found her a clean set of his boxers and a shirt to sleep in, and finally grabbed two wet rags from the bathroom before returning to their bedroom.

Lute’s eyes lit up as Adam took his place beside her, gently dabbing the cool cloth across her forehead, relieving some of her lingering heat and clearing away the residual sweat drops.

“Hey, beautiful.” His free hand came to trail up and down her ribs, sending goosebumps coursing through her body. “Still doing okay?”

She was beyond blissed out. Eyelids still heavy, her motions ever so slightly delayed as they ran through the filter of her lust.  

She nodded as he folded the cloth and placed it on the back of her neck. “Better with you.”

He placed a kiss on the tip of her nose before turning his attention back to cleaning her up, being extra careful to not use too much pressure on the overstimulated parts of her body that he had already spent a considerable amount of time focusing on that day.

Spots like the trail of hickeys that mapped out from her jaw, down her neck, and along the ridge of her hips. Beautiful marks that ranged from the lightest dustings of peach through deep honey and saffron. Marks that held a brief, but undeniable, tangible proof of their love - of their commitment to each other.

He had never found more serenity than in the sunset colors splotched over her chest. Trails from scratching fingernails, indents from the playful nibbles that went deeper as things ramped up.

And he’d never forget the luster of the bruises on her hip bones, from where his fingers held her tight as they rocked against one and other. 

She lay there, arm draped over her face as she floated down from her high, right into his waiting arms. “Was it okay?” she finally mumbled.

“You-” he stopped to meet her eyes “-were fucking perfect ,” he praised, gentle pulling back her arm to see her flushed cheeks. “You are perfect.”

He turned to grab the extra clothes from his nightstand, and reached a hand to the back of her neck, helping her to sit up. 

“You are breathtaking.” 

He tugged the shirt over her head, and helped to guide her wings through. 

“You are radiant.”

She laid back down, and he threw the fluffy blanket over her. 

“You shine brighter than every star in the sky.”

Her blush grew a million times brighter as she chuckled softly, blowing a raspberry. “You stop.”

“Never.” He smiled back bigger, climbing out from the bed. 

She pouted, “Where are you going?”

He reached for one of the instruments hanging from his wall. “Nowhere far,” he reassured, plopping down back next to her. He gently plucked the strings and turned the tuning knobs. 

“You did not-”

“I did.” He smirked down at her. It wasn’t often that he pulled out his lute, but the moment felt right.

She laughed and snuggled back down into the bed as he began to gently play a song from Earth, one that despite never stepping foot in Heaven, he swore the artist had to have met an angel. There was no explanation for the vivid descriptions of a golden glow otherwise.

“It was just two lovers Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde Fallin' for each other.”

Lute’s hand inched along to rest on his thigh.

“Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish No Donald Glover Missed call from my mother Like, 'Where you at tonight?' Got no alibi”

Her fingertips traced lazy circles into his skin, and he leaned into her touch.

“I was all alone with the love of my life She's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night. I don't need no light to see you shine. It's your golden hour, you slow down time in your golden hour.”

She let out a sleepy yawn, as her free hand came to rub her eyes. 

“We were just two lovers Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast Burnin' through the summer Radio on blast, make the moment last She got solar power Minutes feel like hours She knew she was the baddest, can you even imagine Fallin' like I did?”

Lute nuzzled into his leg and pulled the blanket up to her chin - a tell tale sign she wasn’t going to be awake for much longer.

“For the love of my life She's got glow on her face, a glorious look in her eyes. My angel of light.”

Her breathing settled into gentle snores as he finished the last chorus of the song.

“I don’t need no light to see you shine, It's your golden hour, you slow down time in your golden hour.”

With a content exhale he leaned over the bed and placed the lute against his nightstand before creeping down under the covers. 

Lute’s sleeping body shifted to wrap an arm around his waist, which he returned by leaning his head onto hers.

He placed one more kiss along the top of her head, and whispered, “All the sunsets in the world could never compare to you.”

[deadgirlwalking91]

thank you for the venom chapter 18 - 'in front of your eyes, it falls from the skies, when you don't know what you're looking to find'

“Sera my darling, it has been far too long since I’ve graced you with my presence.” Adam held his arms out wide, as if he were inviting Sera to embrace him. “Bring it in, boss lady.”

He smirked to himself as he watched her close her eyes and inhale deeply through her nose, holding her breath momentarily before exhaling through her mouth. Riling Sera up was just too easy most of the time, but Adam had to give himself credit where credit was due—the exasperated sighs and meditating usually didn’t occur until about ten minutes into their meetings, so he’d clearly started off strong. She opened her eyes, narrowing them in his direction.

“No Adam, I will not bring it in. Take a seat—”

“Alright, alright—pound it then, queen.” He held a closed fist over her desk, grinning as he awaited the fist bump he knew would never come. Still, it never hurt to try.

[niafromheaven]

Hmmmm, me actually writing decent Guitarspear smut? Shocking! Crazy! Wild!

Bottom Adam hehe

WARNING:VERY KINKY. Pain kink, pegging, praise kink but not a lot tbh.

[cassandra-baker]

Recomendando fanfics de Hazbin Hotel hasta que salga la segunda temporada (semana 2)

Esta semana traigo un one-shot de Adam y Lute escrito por mysticsergi.

Disfrutad de la lectura <3

[faunspots]

Fanart of @mistystarshine 's awesome fanfic Live Again. If you like Guitarspear content you should check it out.