Helltaker X fem reader

Prologue (exposition)

3rd Person:
Helltaker sat, exhausted as usual in the living room, watching his phone for any updates from his old friend Y/N, who promised to help him look after his dogs while he went away on holiday. Granted, this was utter bullshit, as a harem of very dangerous demons does not count as "dogs", but arguably speaking, three of them were technically dog demons, so it wasn't really wrong? (A/N: Yes, yes it was :p)
Normally, Helltaker was above this, but the demons really were taking years off his life; his doctors, yes plural, were all baffled by how he kept coming back with such injuries such as broken fingers, courtesy of Pandemonica's coffee-related punishments, egregious animal bites, due to Cerberus' tantrums, and broken pelvis, which was actually just from everyone and their overeager "wrestling", Helltaker's words exactly.
He needed some time to wind down, rest, and reevaluate his life choices. Mostly the last one. It also helps that Y/N has always been making fun of him since his preteen years (he has come a LONG way since then). In a way, it'd be fun to come back home and see her utterly humiliated, exhausted and dominated by his harem. Ah, how long he'd be able to tease her for that.

His petty fantasy is interrupted by a notification on his phone.
Y/N: binch open the damn door I've been hitting the doorbell for 5 minutes
Ah. Right. He turned that off so that the girls would stop attacking the mail man, delivery guy and police. The police force were actually pretty chill with him having demons over, he didn't want them to get annoyed into doing something about it. Or they were in shock, in which case, let post traumatic dogs lie, right? He opened the door, seeing Y/N dressed up in a white jacket and pants with a red shirt, just like him. They've been arguing for years who wore it first and better (for your sake, it was you in both categories ;)).

Y/N's Perspective:
"What the hell man, I've been stood out here forever!"
"Sorry, I have to have the doorbell off. Too dangerous." Helltaker says, his frame blocking about 90% of the doorway into his home. You're glad you're not a 7' giant like him- hold up.
"Wait a second, what do you mean dangerous? Your dogs bloodthirsty or something?"
"Well, not exactly. It's more to keep my ears from bleeding whenever it went off. I've been to the hospital many times."
"Pfft, now I know you're kidding." You chuckle. (Oh if only, Y/N. If only.)
"Anyways, I didn't hear a car or anything, and there's no bike, so how was I supposed to know you were here?" He said, looking up and down the street.
"I ran."
"... You ran?"
"Ye."
"From the other side of the country?"
"Yeah dude, wasn't that hard anyways and I made time. So what?" (A/N: Y/N is jacked by the way. Like, how the hell else do you handle demons who risk breaking every bone in your body just by getting hot under the collar? She gonna need it.)
You hear clattering and yipping further inside, and before you can lean over to see, helltaker blocks your view with his giant body.
"It's, uh... Just them playing around. You know how rough they play sometimes." He says with a trickle of sweat down his face. You narrow your eyes at him for a few seconds before continuing the conversation.
"So, if I'm gonna dog-sit, aren't I gonna need a few things?"
"Yes, you will. But, you can just have my keys, wallet and hospital punch-card for now."
"Wait, wallet? Hospital punch-card??? The hell is that supposed to be?"
"They made it exclusively for me. Works for any good hospital." He shrugs.
"Exclusively? Really dude?"
"I told you I go quite frequently."
"Right, right... Hold up, what did you mean for now? And why the punch-card?"
"Oh, nothing much, I just think you'll find the girls a bit much to handle without further "equipment"." By now, he's already walking to his car, which is a god damn limo, and you hear yelling inside from some very human and also profane voices.
"Girls??? What, do you have some kinda harem in there or some shit?"
He looks you dead in the eye, with the most smug face ever, and says...
"Ye."
And the limo shoots off. Great.

You walk inside, locking the door behind you, and looking around. It's pretty damn tidy tbh, you really didn't figure Helltaker for a neat and tidy type. It was probably gonna be the work of one of the "girls" as he put it. God damn it Pisstaker, what the hell was he thinking? Making you look after a bunch of women because he was "tired"? You'd never get tired if you were in his shoes! Turns out lesbians are pretty bad at making the first move on each other, yourself included, so a harem is something you could only, and almost always dream of. However, you doubted they'd appreciate their "caretaker" to be being saphic and horny about them, so this whole care-taking thing could be rough.

"Helltaker, what in the nine circles of hell is taking you so long?" You hear a voice call, coming from a tall woman, with snow white hair in a bun and a scarlet shirt with an apron over it, as she approaches the front door, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. You try to think of a response but get very quickly cut off.
"Well?! What is it-" She stops, after barking at your general direction, as her eyes finally open to look at you, expecting Helltaker in your place. Her face is a look of confusion, framing her eyes like pools of blood stored within a ring in a globe, with not a single imperfection within it. You are too gay to respond to her beauty, and she is too perplexed to question you. Another woman peeks her head from around a door past the living room, wearing sunglasses and a similar shirt.
"Oh! Hey Taker! Guess you're a chic now, huh?"

After having sat you down and gotten accustomed to the 10 - as you now know - demons stood around you in curiosity, resentment or lust, the one who first "greeted" you sits next to you and takes a deep breath.
"So, you're Y/N, the one that Helltaker said would be visiting us?" She spoke gently, unlike before.
"Yeah, that would be me. And I'm taking it you're not the dogs that he told me I'd be looking after for a while?" You joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"We can be dogs if you want, we already got the ears." Three of them piped up, looking impishly at you.
"Yes, if you want, I can also be your little bi-" the one in a sweater is pushed off the back of the sofa hand-to-face style by your current focus.
"Don't mind them, you'll get used to it." She says, trying to reassure you.
"Ok, I assure you I won't given you're all literal demons apparently. First of all, what are your names?"
"Right, sorry, I should have told you sooner. I am Lucifer, CEO of hell." She introduces to you, doing a sort of mini bow at you with a look of pride.
"I'm pandemonica."
"M-modeus..."
"Ugh, fine. Malina."
"Zdrada, don't forget it."
"Cerberus!"
"I'm Azazel, p-pleased to meet you ma'am!"
"Justice, up high!"
"Judgement. Now, don't try anything with us, or I will find fun ways to make you regret it, got it?"
Something told you that went for all of them, all staring at you. This was gonna be rough...

Now how were you gonna tell them Helltaker had left you to look after them for the next year?

A/N: Oof, sorry for the long intro. Tell me what you think, I may redo some of these at some point if I don't think they're good enough, given I'm merely using a phone here. Bye!