This is a book of one shot smut chapters, with completely random characters. Some characters I will most definitely do are:
-Peter - YBG
-Ghostface - Scream
-Mephisto - Dark Fall
-Any Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss character
- Beryll- Dark Fall
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⚠️ Before we start, this one-shot will include: - Exhibitionism - Praise - Hypnosis - Almost being caught If none of these are things you like, or if any of these make you uncomfortable, please skip to the next chapter. Thank you!
One more thing, this one-shot has nothing to do with the previous one with Alastor. Alastor is not relevant in this one-shot!⚠️ —————————————————— Y/N POV: 'The hardest worker'. My friends, my family, my coworkers; everyone knew just how hard I worked. I would push myself to work overtime and double shifts, just so I could please people.
I'd always treasured it as my best quality, and my loved ones encouraged me to push myself just a little bit further. My teachers would tell me what a great job I did, and how mature I was being. My parents were proud all throughout college of their daughter being so hardworking. My colleagues and my boss all noticed how much I would push myself to be a great worker for my company.
I eventually moved up the ranks, making it all the way to a company called VoxTek. I worked as an accountant, slaving away in my small office crunching numbers all day. The last leading accountant was extremely incompetent, so having one that did their job well made quite a change around the office.
My boss, Vox, noticed how much easier people's jobs were becoming due to the numbers being ran correctly, and he needed to see who was behind it all. He came to my office one day to see who the girl behind the screen was.
Upon seeing me, I'm sure I wasn't what he expected me to look like. I wasn't outstandingly pretty, but I wasn't ugly. He shook my hand, and congratulated me on how hard I was working. Something about the way he said it, or maybe it was the way his eyes looked when he spoke to me. Something about it made me fall for him almost right then and there.
As the months progressed, he continued to visit my office more and more. Sometimes he'd bring a snack or a drink, and sometimes we would even eat lunch together if we had time. We talked about all sorts of interesting things, and it was as if I was starting to enjoy myself at work; instead of just acting as a slave.
I found Vox's company enjoyable, and we spent a lot of time talking. Even though the only reason he came into my office was to gossip and shit-talk, I loved the way he congratulated me for working so hard. He liked to gossip with me, and he became closer and closer, and even wanted to spend time outside of work with me. He became more touchy. More flirty. Did he do this with everyone?
But I was afraid that he wouldn't like me anymore if I didn't keep pushing myself further and further past my limit.
I began to overwork myself, often working 12 hour shifts, and sleeping at my desk for an hour or two. I began to look pale and sick, and people commented on it whenever I left my office. I didn't care what anyone else said. I only wanted Vox to be proud of me.
I began to not sleep much. I didn't eat, either. I was just supposed to be a machine, working endlessly all the time. All these factors made the quality of my work drop somewhat, causing my stress to spike. I was scared that my mistakes would make people like me less, and for Vox to not want to spend time with me anymore.
