IMP || Helluva Boss Reader Insert

The start of something new

How did he end up here? Surly he could've chosen another life path. Yeah, he didn't want to be the next boss of his family's crime organisation but there had to be something he was good at. Other than....well sex. Though I guess that's what happens when your dad fucks one behind your mom's back and you're born. Story for another time.

„Oh fuck!"

A hand slammed against the balcony door. A moaning woman pressed up against the cold glass, a tall figure behind her, hands on her waist. She turns around and hooks her legs around his waist, her face deep in his neck. This was his life, wake up, fuck, sleep, do it all over again. To anyone else, that's living the dream but when it's the only thing you know how to do and you've done it for so long...it's not the same.
There's no feeling of satisfaction.

The woman crashes on the bed, huffing. The man gets dressed. A pair of baggy jeans and a baggy crop top.  He throws on his boots and leather jacket. He takes a cigarette and puts it behind his ear. The woman sits up in her bed and throws rolled up bills to him.

„Same time next week, hun?"

He makes his way to the door. „Maybe. Later."

He walks out of the building  complex, making his way  down an alley. He opens a portal as a wave of heat and ash touch his skin. He steps through, taking in the air that he's always known. His disguise fades as he looks around. Wrath ring, home. He lights his cigarette and pulls out his phone. He scrolls down to a contact...

V

It rings for a few seconds before a female voice rang through. „Y/N? What's up, hun?"

He took a drag of his cig. Puffing a cloud a smoke. „Hey, V. You busy?"

„Mhm, just out with Blitzo. Everything okay?"

„Yeah, can I swing by your place later? Wanna talk."

„Swing by and make yourself at home. I'll be back later."

„Kay. Thanks, V." He hangs up as he makes his way to her house.

He steps inside, walking to the kitchen he grabs a bottle of scotch and a glass. He sets them on the living room table. Taking off his jacket, he crashes on the couch, rubbing his face. A few drinks in the door opens, in steps Verosika. Her pink skin glowing under the moonlight beaming through the window. She takes off her coat, slipping into her room to change. She calls out. „So what did you wanna talk about?"

He hesitates. How would she react? They've been friends for years, she gave him a family and here he is about to tell her he wants to quit that family. „I uhh....I wanna quit. The group, I mean."

She walks out in a pair of shorts and a tanktop, her right sleeve slipped just below her shoulder. She sits next to him, pouring a glass of scotch. „How come?"

„It's not you guys. I love you guys, you know I do. It's just...I don't know, I don't feel satisfied I guess. You know how long I've been with you guys. I just need something different. Shake things up a bit."

She sips her scotch and hums in response. „Well, if that's what you want. We'll miss you, so don't be a stranger and to help you out, I'll get you an interview with Blitzo."

He stutters. „Wha- just like that?"

She lets out a light laugh. „What, you want me to threaten to cut off your dick if you leave?"

He chuckles. „Thanks, V. I owe you one."

„Anytime, Y/N."

The club boomed with music, the lights flashed every corner of the room, it was raining cash. Y/N sat at the bar, drink in hand as he waited for Blitzo to show. He looked around at the hungry glances at him, feeling a sense of familiarity. Just then, an Imp hopped on the stool next to him. „Y/N, right?"

He looked to his right, an Imp who he presumed to be Blitzo, grinned at him as he held his hand out. A noticeable patch of white on his face. He shook Blitzo's hand. „You must be Blitzo."

„One and only."

„So why a strip club?"

„Not to your liking?"

„It's...familiar."

Blitzo ordered a drink. „So Verosika mentioned you're looking for a bit of adventure."

„Something like that." He sipped his drink. „What is it that you do exactly?"

He smiled. „Well, people down here have....unfinished business that they pay us to take care of."

„So...a hitman."

„Exactly."

„Well-„ Before he could finish, one of the dancers yelled. „Hands off, perv."

The imp and succubus turned around and saw one of the dancers getting harassed. Y/N sighed. It wasn't like him to just let it happen.

„I'll be right back."

„Take your time, candy abs."

He made his way to the drunken sinner. „Hands off gill face. Leave her alone."

„Fuck off punk." The sinner continued to harass the dancer.

He stepped between them. „She said stop, dick face."

„Fuck you, you shit." A fist connected with his face as he landed on the floor. He groaned. „I'm too sober for this."

He stood up, downing a shot, he takes out a knife, with swift movement he cut the sinner's finger off. He yelled in pain, gripping his hand.

„You cocksucker! Fuck him up!"

Blitzo, from across the room,  gave a toothy smile. „This nights turning out alright."  

Just then a thug grabbed Y/N from behind. „You're dead, kid!" Then, a single shot, the thug on the floor. The succubus looks to his right and saw Blitzo, his gun barrel smoking.

„I'll tell you what Blitzo, we fuck these guys up and I'll join you're little hitman project."

He grinned. „Fucking A."

The pair walked out the club, sharing a laugh, clothes bloodied. Blitzo held his stomach, unable to contain his laughter.

„My favourite part was when you stabbed that guys dick."

„Yeah, that felt good."

„So my succufriend, does this mean you're in?"

He smirked. „Haven't had that much fun in a while, so what the hell. I'm in."

The succubus kneed down to the imp's level as the clasped hands. They smiled. „Fucking A."