𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

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Moans echoed off the marbled walls as Adam expertly maneuvered his hips to thrust into the small figure sprawled out on the bed underneath him. He reveled in the sound of his name being gasped out over and over again, the dickmaster once again living up to his name. He looked down, soaking up the sight of Lucifer's flushed face staring back at him. Adam couldn't help but smile as he leaned down to kiss him. Before their lips could meet though, Lucifer suddenly yelled in his face.

"ADAM!"

Adam's eyes flew open and he nearly fell out of bed. "Jesus, Lute, what the actual fuck!" He groaned, rubbing the spot where he bumped his head on the bedframe.

"Sorry for waking you, Sir, but the troops are ready for you. Also..." She hesitated, amusement showing on her mask's projected expression - a slip from her professional tone that she'd only let Adam see. "You were moaning in your sleep." Adam's jaw dropped in disbelief. How dare she? So what if he was having a wet dream, everyone had those.

"Yeah, well, I was dreaming about banging a bunch of super hot chicks. Like tonsss of women, like just the fucking hottest orgy of-" Adam sputtered out as the memory of his dream came back to him.

"Of course." Lute's expression turned serious again save for the slight smile she still wore. "We attack in two hours." Lute turned and left the room without another word, leaving Adam to his thoughts. This wasn't the first time he'd had a dream like that about the king of hell. Far from it, actually. For the last couple hundred years, it hadn't been uncommon for Adam to wake up in a sweat with the fallen angel on his mind. He hated that arrogant prick, not only had he stolen both of his wives, but he was always acting as if he was the coolest, most powerful, hottest shit in all of creation which was Adam's title. He was even a pathetic excuse for an angel, managing to fuck up badly enough to invent original sin. He'd rather spend an eternity in hell than ever so much as compliment the demon. But for some reason, Adam's dreams didn't seem to share the sentiment.

Adam shook his head and got out of bed, muttering to himself in frustration. After getting dressed, Adam looked at himself in the mirror, reminding himself of the day's plans. "Let's fuck up some bitches," he grinned as he pulled on his exorcist mask.

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Adam groaned in pain as he pulled himself out of the hole made by the impact of him being punched through the glass roof. "Okay, seriously. How many of you freaks do I have to fight?!" Standing up, his vision cleared after the daze of the impact and revealed the identity of the man who'd just punched him. Adam was flooded with new energy and anger as he glared at him.

"Oh, I'm the only one that matters." Lucifer took slow, confident steps and rolled up his sleeves as he spoke. Adam held his ground, not moving even when they were mere inches apart. Even though Lucifer had to crane his neck up to look him in the eye, Adam knew after millennia of experience not to underestimate him for his height. "See, you messed with my daughter and now I am going to FUCK YOU!" Lucifer's sharp-toothed grin momentarily shone in the light of a nearby explosion. The fighting closest to them stopped as everyone within earshot looked at the two men. The exorcists' lips all twisted into disgusted sneers while the majority of the sinners either smirked or furrowed their brows in confusion. Adam, himself, just stared at him in shock. He could feel his face heat up as flashes of dreams barrelled to the front of his mind. He heard Lute clear her throat uncomfortably somewhere nearby, reminding Adam that he was being watched and he quickly tried to play his expression off as confused disgust.

After what felt like way too long of Adam trying and failing to come up with a comeback, Lucifer's daughter finally stepped up and broke the silence. This also gave Adam a much-needed distraction to get his brain back on track.