IMP's Chick Magnet (Helluva Boss Waifus x Male Reader)

The Baby

It is a week after you had assassinated Brian Webb and put a huge dent in a global sex trafficking operation. Using your cut from how much IMP had been paid, you bought yourself a motorcycle and so that you wouldn't have to keep walking from your shabby apartment. You pull into the parking lot, tear off your helmet, and run your hand through your hair before adjusting your biker jacket. You notice everyone looking at you in awe.

Loona, Millie, Verosika and the rest of the Succubi: Staring at you with sexual intentions. 

Y/N: ...What?

Vortex: Since when do you own a motorcycle?

Y/N: Since yesterday. I'm sick of walking three miles to work. 

Verosika: You know, I have a leather outfit too. (Bedroom eyes) But it would be more fitting if you were tied down when I wore it. (Growls sexually)

Y/N: (Flustered) Babe, we're in public.

Verosika: (Sultry) So?

She leans in for a kiss but the two of you break apart when you hear nearby crying.

Loona: Stop being a little baby, Moxxie.

Moxxie: *You* stop!

Millie: Uh, that wasn't him.

You all walk over to a nearby dumpster and discover...a crying infant.

Josh: What the actual fuck?

Apple: Why would anyone leave a baby in a dumpster?

You all give her a look that screams "We're literal demons"

Apple: Ohhhhhh....right.

Vortex: What do we do?

Blitzo: We could eat it.

M&M: Blitzo/sir!

You and Vortex share a book and move to grab Verosika before she can attack him.

Verosika: Let me at him!

Blitzo: Oh please. You're acting like kids dying for free *isn't* one of our company policies.

Y/N: Should we just look after it? *Someone* might come looking.

Moxxie: That's honestly not a bad idea.

Millie: We are definitely not leaving this little pumpkin out here.

Verosika: Uggghhh...fine. Tex! Bring it to the studio!

Vortex obliges and gently picks up the infant before heading into the building, the rest of her posse , along with Team M&M, trailing after him. 

Blitzo: Wait, you think that you can take care of an infant?

Verosika: I can do a hell of a lot better than you. You mess your pants constantly. 

Blitzo: (flustered) How do you know about that?! I mean...I don't have that. You're a bitch.

Verosika: I saw the panic button on your desk when Loona and I were riding Y/N for the first time.

Both of them lean in and kiss you on the cheek.

Blitzo: Well, fine. How about we start another Demon Duel?

Verosika: You're on. What are the stakes? 

Blitzo: If you and your succubitches can't properly take care of that annoying little parasite, you and your entire posse have to wear humiliating French Maid outfits and clean our office/be our servants for a week!