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Little Murderess

Ahh my first Hazbin fic!! I've been rotating this show in my head since I watched it, and I've had fic ideas in my head for just as long! Absolutely ecstatic that the first fic I post is for my absolute favorite, Vox! I hope I did his character justice. Enjoy this brainthought that wouldn't leave my head lol!

Pairing(s): Vox x Fem!Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, Cursing, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Possessive Behavior, Murder, Smut, Swapping Power dynamics, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Marking/Biting, Mentions of Blood, Spakinking, Brief Suggestion of Poly!Vees

Word Count: 2,745

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The yearly media gala was the biggest event this side of the pentagram and brought thousands of sinners flocking into and around Vee tower; intermixing overlords, overlord wannabes, and their contracts all in one place. Many deals and alliances were made within the reception hall’s walls, and it was a celebration of all that was accomplished in the Entertainment District.

Vox typically wasn’t the most excited for these types of events. Velvette’s always the one to coordinate and watch over preparations. Vox helped out where he could, but was relegated to arranging the paparazzi for the red carpet outside and to send out the invites, which was just fine with him. It was less of a celebration of all they accomplished in the year and more of a fancy networking event for him, which wasn’t a bad thing, but it got repetitive after the first few decades. Sure, some new faces would pop up that he could either make an ally or a contract of, but the whole pomp and circumstance of it all was getting exhausting. He was a master at keeping up a charming facade, but holding it together for five hours starts to make his servos fritz.

Except this year, instead of having to wait around for Valentino to decide who he would rather play with after the party was over, him or Angel Dust, Vox had his own date to the gala for the first time in Satan knows how long.

Your relationship with Vox was new in Hell terms, having been dating for a little under a year. The honeymoon phase was very much still clouding over the two of you, spending every chance you could with each other and being absolutely obnoxious about it.

And how can Vox not be obnoxious about you? You were by far the sweetest sinner in the entirety of Pentagram City. You were polite, attentive, obedient, and hardworking. He knew damn well he didn’t deserve someone as loving as you, but he would be a fool to not treasure the gift that waltzed into his office with a project proposition from one of his underlings.

As Vox was doing the final adjustments to his suit, you entered the room through the bathroom door, and he nearly short-circuited at the sight of you clad in a dark blue evening gown perfectly color matched by Velvette to complement his tuxedo. If he didn’t know you were a sinner, Vox would have assumed you were an angel with how heavenly you looked at that moment.

“Hell-oooh dollface!” Vox grinned devilishly, spinning around to greet you properly, “You look absolutely divine, sweet girl.” He took your hand in his and lifted it to his screen for a gentlemanly kiss.

“You look just as dashing, my love,” you giggled as he spun you around before dipping you in an attempt to steal a kiss. You managed to move your lips out of the way in time, “Ah! Don’t want to get lipstick on your screen so soon, Voxy,” you teased as he growled in annoyance.

“I don’t give a shit, fucking kiss me already,” he grumbled, and you acquiesced, lips meeting his screen as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You hummed into it, allowing Vox to do as he pleased as he plundered your mouth.

“OH, FOR THE LOVE OF—" Velvette’s shout pulled the two of you apart instantly, “THE PAPZ IS ALREADY LINING UP OUTSIDE, GET YOUR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER AND STOP SUCKING FACE, YOU DISGUSTING LOVEBIRDS!” She violently slammed the door to Vox’s room, audibly gagging and grumbling as she marched away, probably to check in on Val and Angel.

You giggled as you pulled away, and Vox couldn’t stop the genuine chuckle slipping from his chest even if he tried. There was just something about you that brought out the thing that Vox thought he locked up and threw away the key: his true self. So used to putting on an act in life and in death, he forgot how it felt to really be himself, even around the two people he considers his closest friends in Hell. But you, you brought it back out of his metaphorical trunk in the back of his soul.

He was so busy staring at you like you hung the stars in the night sky that he nearly shocked you both when a damp cloth touched his screen. You were smiling up at him as you carefully dabbed a makeup wipe around where his mouth was.

“Thanks, doll,” he said softly, gently squeezing your waist as you cleaned up his screen from your makeout session.

“Of course,” you reply, looking in the mirror and taking the lipstick from your clutch to touch your lips up again, “we can’t have you looking anything less than your best, love.”

Vox smirked, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “I already look my best with you by my side, baby.”

The blush on your cheeks was purely adorable, and Vox had to fight the urge to kiss you again. “C’mon Voxy, we don’t want to make Vel any more pissed off at us, hm?” You asked, leaving his embrace to head for the door. The soft smile you wore as you looked back at him made his heart want to leap from his chest.

“Of course, dollface,” he slid up next to you, offering his arm to you and you accepted, linking arms as you exited the room.

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The gala went off without a hitch, and now the guests were mingling around the event space in Vee tower just as they did every year. You and Vox were right in the middle of the entire thing, socializing with the fellow overlords and their charges. You were taking everything in stride, perfectly elegant and holding conversations much easier than Vox was, and to say he was impressed was an understatement. You charmed the other overlords effortlessly, and Vox wondered why you weren’t an overlord yourself. He knew the answer: you were far too soft and sweet for any of that rough business, but you certainly had the charisma of one.

After nearly an hour of mingling, Vox could feel the social exhaustion starting to kick in, and just like the angel you were, you picked up on the fact.

“I’ll go get us some more champagne, love,” you whispered to him, giving the side of his screen a little kiss as you slipped his empty glass from his hand, “I’ll be right back.”

“Thanks doll,” Vox murmured, “you’re the best.”

You grinned, sauntering away to the refreshments table, leaving Vox standing alone.

It wasn’t before long some sinner came up to him. They were a little shorter than him, just enough that they had to look up at him to make eye contact. Vox was half-listening to the rising overlord, feigning interest in whatever proposition they were trying to make. Something about their connections to social media, or whatever. Were they a sinfluencer? Vox could hardly care less, just wanting to sip a drink with his pretty girl on his arm.

He was jerked back to the present by the sinner caressing his arm with some quip about the size of his “hdmi cord.” Vox put on his best fake chuckle and subtly removed their hand from his arm, trying to hold back his disgust.

When the sinner as harshly jerked away from his grasp, it was an understatement to say that Vox was puzzled. His audio receptors barely picked up their cut off scream, and he looked around to see a little trail of ash on the pristine floor leading to the refreshment table.

Intrigued, Vox slipped his way through the crowd, following the specks of black to where you just so happened to be standing, dusting the very same ash from your exposed shoulders.

“Oh Voxy,” you cooed, stalking over to him with a glint in your eye that Vox had never seen before, and by God was it sexy. “I was just about to head over and meet your new friend, but I got caught up chatting with one of Val’s girls…” you slide your arm around his waist, your manicured nails digging into his suit jacket, “Oh, where did they go? I was hoping to get to know them,” your voice lowers an octave as you pull him over into a secluded corner of the venue.

“It’s a shame, they didn’t get to learn who you belong to,” you whisper, and Vox nearly moaned.

“Oh yeah, dollface? And who do I belong to?” Vox’s smirk took up the entire bottom portion of his screen, the lust-filled amusement in his digitized eyes was palpable.

“You belong to me, love,” you whisper, pushing him against the wall, “just like how I belong to you.”

“Damn fucking right,” Vox growled, and you pulled his face to yours to meet in a hungry, lascivious kiss.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands grasped your waist, nails digging harshly into your skin. You moan into the kiss, and Vox decides that now is a good time to make an exit, picking you up into a bridal carry before zapping away to his suite.

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Upon arriving at the suite, you practically jumped from his arms to drag him to the suite.

“Damn sweet girl, I’ve never seen you so worked up,” Vox commented, gazing at you with amazement and admiration, “you’ve never reacted like this to Val–”

“You know exactly why Val gets a pass,” you glance up at him with a smirk as you push the button to open the door to his room, “Vel too, but not some random whore that thinks they can fuck their way to the top,”

Vox chuckles, letting you pull him inside before flipping the switch and pinning you against the wall.

“You’re so fucking sexy, you know that doll? Never thought you had it in you to do something like that, my sweet girl,” Vox murmured, one clawed hand wrapping around your throat and the other digging into your hip, a sigh escaping your throat at the harsh contact.

“Why do you think I’m in Hell, darling?” your honey-like voice flowed past your lips, “I may not like it, but I will kill to protect what’s mine.”

Vox instantly attacked your mouth as you finished your sentence, his nails cutting at your dress, tearing it and your lingerie off of your form. He adored his loving, dotting, seemingly innocent doll. But God, was this new possessive, violent side of you addicting. You were grabbing at him hungrily, and he let you hurriedly rip off his suit and shirt. The feeling of your nails running down his body and scratching at his skin a high better than cocaine.

Vox could see it in your eyes: you wanted to consume him, show all of Hell that you owned one of the most commanding Overlords in Hell. And he would let you.

Because he would do the same to you, branding you as his property, his sweet girl, his doll.

You pushed him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him and Vox couldn’t hide the pride and admiration in his eyes as you dug your fingers into his chest and leaned down to bite and suck at his neck. The groan that slipped from his throat was primal as you sucked a large hickey on his neck, soothing the skin with your tongue before finding a new blank space to paint with your tongue and teeth. Vox’s fingers dug into the skin on your hip, coating the tips of his claws in some of your blood. You whined, scratching down his chest as you rose up from making your mark on him.

Panting wordlessly, you wrapped one hand around his throat while the other reached down for his pants, practically tearing off the zipper to get to his achingly hard cock.

“That’s it doll,” Vox praised, voice distorting as you rubbed the tip of him against your soaked entrance, “That cock is yours to use, baby.”

“Damn right,” you whispered, and Vox smirked. He wondered how else he would be able to bring this side out in you…

Vox’s thought process was cut short as you sat on his cock in one swift motion. You both moaned out, your hand tightening its grip around his neck, “I know exactly what you’re thinking, Voxy, don’t even try it,” you growled, grinding your hips against him, and Vox’s hands flew to your ass, grabbing it and running his claws up and down them as you started riding him teasingly.

“Oh yeah dollface? You think you can tell this big bad overlord what to do? I can just get up right now and talk up some other pr–”

Your hand clamped around his throat as your lips mashed against his screen, this time your tongue plundering his mouth for a change. Vox groaned loudly, slapping your ass as you picked up your pace.

“Fuck, Vox,” you gasped, bouncing up and down on his cock, “You better not fucking taunt me like that.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, sweet girl,” Vox grunted, “You’re the only bitch taking this cock. Well, besides V–”

You kissed him again, “Not now love, it’s just us. Let’s keep it that way tonight, hm?”

Vox groaned as you swiveled your hips, “Fuck, of course baby,”

You chuckled, “Good,” your breath stuttered in your throat as the tip of his cock brushed perfectly against that special spot inside of you, “Fuck, Voxy…”

Vox slapped your ass three times consecutively with both of his hands, dragging his claws up them harshly before hastily switching positions, pushing your thighs up to meet your shoulders.

“You know I’ve got you, sweet girl,” Vox groaned as he laid into you, taking away your sanity in a heartbeat like he always did.

You moaned and whined as he pushed you closer and closer to the precipice, clutching onto his biceps like they were your lifeline.

“You're gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” Vox panted, his hips still slamming harshly into your tightening pussy.

You came as his teeth bit down on a piece of your shoulder, puncturing the skin and sucking a deep mark into you. You screamed his name so loud someone probably heard it over the music on the ground floor. Vox groaned loudly as he came soon after, filling your insides with his hot spend, his screen glitching out as distorted praise filtered through his voice module.

When Vox rebooted, the first thing he saw was the loving look in your eyes. Everything around him was muffled, and he knew nothing could beat the sight of you freshly fucked and marked up.

“I fucking love you,” Vox whispered to himself, but he knew you heard every word.

“I love you more, my darling Vox,” you replied, reaching your arms out for him, and Vox couldn’t ignore that beckoning call even if the entire building was suddenly crashing down.

He held you tight to his chest, kissing the top of your head and running his claws through your hair as you laid against him, looking up at him with affection he never got while alive; well, at least not genuinely.

“Do you think the others are wondering where we are?” You asked absent-mindetly as one of your fingers gently ran up and down his bicep.

“They probably figure we went off to fuck, or something,” Vox replied, “Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if Vel is down there trying to hold down the fort. You know Val’s gonna take the first chance he can get to take Angel and whatever kiss-up sluts he can find back to his room.”

You laugh, “That’s true. Should we go help her?”

“I will, in a bit,” Vox hummed, “I want to spend more time with my best girl, and get a bath going for her.”

He smiled fondly as you blushed and curled into him, amazed at how quickly you could go from being so possessive and dominant back to the sweet, submissive little thing you usually were. Vox loved this beautiful dichotomy, and made him love you even more if it was possible.

As Vox got up to prepare your bath, he wondered if he could get both sides of you to exist at the same time? Maybe, just maybe, he could make an Overlord out of you yet.

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