#Yandere incubus

[yanoverload]

okay, I just got done reading a fanfic and the quote; "I wish you had a womb so I could get you pregnant" has been replaying in my head for 5 minutes straight… and I was just wondering how your OCS would react to their darling saying that to them after sex.

(by the way, most of the time I will likely be sending in ask about the incu-boy)

-🤤 anon

(Jokes on you i'm into that /j)

Beau would beg you to make him a mommy. He's delirious and WILL cry if you pull out sobbing "you... you don't wanna gave a baby???" VILE. Will still be delirious in the morning sad he isn't pregnant because he doesn't see a bulge in his stomach.

Ramune has a womb tattoo. If you want to breed him, you can. I don't see him wanting one too soon though. "Guess we will have to GNYAH!~ Find out.. Hehe~~"

Éliphas would be the tsun tsun as always "What nonsense a-are you.. hah... ha.. spouting??? Stop being so... perverted..." doesn't actually want you to stop. Prolly has dreamt of your little foals.

Mono is.... Mono. He doesn't notice that he can't get preggo so you actually just said these bombastic news to him!!! Will start tearing up "What do u mean master??? Can't breed??? Yesh we can!! :((((" console your poor baby!!!!

Dae-Ho can't even hear you, he's on planet nine rn. His biggest dream was to have you put him in a mating press, and now that it's happening he is drooling. Can't even answer you tbh, he just giggles.

[yanderemommabean]

Yandere Incubus/Succubus

Just not able to get enough of you and getting so addicted they simply can’t leave you alone. Your sleep paralysis turns from usual horrific scenarios to you being at the mercy of a wickedly skilled mouth and glowing eyes

-Mommabean

[heartfullofleeches]

C.C @ True Incubus Darling:

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Sweet Dreams

Kinktober Day 15: Somnophilia

Yandere Incubus x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, somnophilia, kidnapping, possessive yandere, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 497

(Decided to force myself into writing and posting today instead of tomorrow. Hope you all love it ❤️)

Remzael was an incubus. Like most of his species, he took in physical sustenance but supplemented it with the sexual energy released by the orgasms of mortals.

This was completely harmless to the humans involved.

A lot of what they did was give mortals wet dreams and then take in that delicious lust. Occasionally, they may masturbate the human they are feeding from while giving them lewd dreams.

It was very rare for an incubus to outright fuck a mortal. It was equally rare for an incubus to target the same person more than a couple of times.

But when Remzael first tasted your energy and peeped into your dreams, he couldn't help himself. You made him feel alive.

He used his powers to slip into every part of your mind and observe your personality, hopes, and fantasies. You were so perfect for him. But you had such a hard life. Wasting away in an impoverished village too inconsequential to even warrant a name.

He couldn't help visiting you every single night. Fucking you in every possible position while you slept.

When you had been particularly tired, he would do so gently, carefully slipping into your hole that he, of course, lovingly lubed and stretched before sinking into the warmth of your insides.

You would snore away, occasionally moaning or babbling in pleasure, as he thrust into you. Your dreams were erotic, filled with all of your kinks.

Remzael was hungry for more than just sex, though. He also visited your dreams directly to spend time with you.

Every morning, you'd wake up with faint memories of a handsome entity in your dreams. His features were demonic, but he was as kind as an angel. He had black hair, two short horns on his forehead, a black spade tail, and pink skin.

You'd dream of cuddling with him, chatting with him, and watching the stars together. Always after the best sex you'd ever had.

This still was not enough for the demon, though. In the rare event that demons fall in love, they quickly become beyond possessive. He needed to own you, and he needed to be the subject of all of your thoughts in the same way that you were the subject of all of his. He hated when you were awake. He wanted you in bed with him.

He decided that instead of 6 your home at night, you'd visit his realm for an eternity.

The next time he visited you, you became one of the exceedingly few humans who had ever crossed into Somnus. A domain of Hell from which all sleep demons originate.

Remzael had molded a pocket of Somnus to fit your fantasies and dreams.

The next time you woke up, you'd find yourself on the softest bed in a wondrous mansion. You'd see the sweet demon from your dreams standing over you with his cock hard and eager to plunge into you for the first time while you were fully conscious.

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Incubus x Reader

“Hey, Doll. Why don’t you join me for a bath?” Tynan asks, an easy smirk on his face. He likes watching your reactions, whether you’re teasing him or getting flustered. It’s cute, honestly.

Oh man, Tynan thinks. He’s really down bad. He didn’t really think he’d (1) want you beyond a physical relationship and (2) want to capture you so you’ll be wholly his, forced to rely on him and only him. These thoughts used to baffle him (and maybe they do still baffle him somewhat), but he honestly doesn’t care too much anymore. Still…

Tynan isn’t sure when his breaking point was.

Was it when he was first lured in by your dreams? When he first got a taste of you? When he first decided to stay for a little longer than he usually would?

You appealed to Tynan’s tastes quite a bit, more than any other human had, but that wasn’t his breaking point, was it? Your guardian angel and his obsession with you was intriguing, but that certainly wasn’t Tynan’s breaking point, either. Sure, your guardian angel gave Tynan some source of amusement and it was a surprise that you could even see your own guardian angel, but that wasn’t enough to make Tynan spiral.

His competitiveness with your guardian angel did make Tynan more touchy and affectionate (and wow, did he like touching you), but that wasn’t his breaking point, either.

Tynan seriously can’t wrap his head around it. Sex is casual. Relationships are casual. But here you are, making him want to get consumed by you. Here you are, making him jealous of all things. 

Tynan doesn’t like emotions or attachments – it’s pointless, really – but he wants to overload you with his feelings for you, attaching you to his side forever. He wants to take you back with him to his home so he can lock you up and hide you away from the world forever. If you’re there, he doesn’t need anyone else. He’ll never need anyone else ever again.

“Tynan?” you call, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Do you want me to wash your hair?” 

The question makes him smile. You’re really too cute. It’s to the point that you’re the only thing that matters to him.Yeah, that’s right – it doesn’t matter what his breaking point was. All that matters is that you’ve made him break his long streak of detachment and he’s not planning on ever letting go.

[gojossugarcandy]

A tired girl is aching to get some sleep when her karma doesn't let her.

An act of laziness and, well, cheating got her to her lowest. The act being summoning of a devil, an incubus, to cure her boredom. This girl had her summer vacations going on and her friends had abandoned her on the very first minute of it.

So she decided to poke around and found out about a spell that summoned an incubus. Not believing in this nonsense, she decided to try it out. Well, there was an upside and a downside.

Upside -> She got a boyfriend who oozed out sexual energy like hell

Downside -> This boyfriend was not one who pampered her but was to be pampered.

Lavi was a fucking bitch in heat who always clung to Y/n.

Never letting her take a breather.

And a few times he was abandoned, when Y/n was going on a night out or something (not with her friends but just visiting a bar for a drink) then he would get very pouty and thus established some rules. One of them being, you going out with him and your friends only.

One fine evening, while You sat on your bed with Lavi on your lap, your hand combing through his hair, while he was going through some weird incubus hentai manga and criticizing it to be very inaccurate and boring.

Then, a sudden notification pop caught your and his attention.

A notification from your dead friends!

Grout Chat - Drunkard - Guys, Let's go on a night out. Playboy - Man, I was waiting for you to say that Bestie - I feel like i am dying. Finally someone revived the dead chat

Then, you start chatting with them, a huge smile etched on your face. A smile Lavi didn't want to be due to others. Only he should make you smile like that. You can smile only with him. And so on, the possessive thoughts went on....

You suddenly stood up due to which his body was forced out of your lap causing his mood to instantly change.

"The heck? Why did you do that?!" His expression of irritation is ignored by you, who was too busy finding clothes.

You start changing into a different pair of clothes. Very revealing clothes.

He was dumbfounded for a second before he also got up, excited to go out with you, excited for your first date or whatever humans call it.

After changing, you turn around to take a mirror pic and showed your dress to him, when you noticed his giddy smile.

Confused, you ask "Are you so happy to see me go out of the house or something?"

He looked at you, now he was the confused one as he declared,

"Cutie, aren't we going out together?" he asked before adding in,

"Didn't we already agree that you would always go out with me only??"

"Oh! nonono, there has been a misunderstanding here. I am going out with my friends for a night out, It's a friends thing and plus i thought i agreed to going out with you also and not you only"

In the blink of an eye, the mood changed. The room suddenly felt colder, your clothes too open and his stare too suspicious.

You didn't even realize you were holding your breath, your adrenaline, released due to your flight-or-fight instinct, already reaching every cell in your body already, until your notification sound pops. No, you were far too busy staring at those eyes, too fearful to break the eye contact.

You snapped your head at the direction of the nightstand, where your phone was kept.

But he forcefully held your jaw with one hand, snapping it back to re-establish the eye contact.

His nerves were popping out, eyes angry, pupils too small and his tail swinging wildy.

You tried to push away the hand on your jaw when he held your hand.

Now, the anger wasn't limited to his eyes only. It spread all over his face. His expression was terrifying you. He then declared, in a very deep voice,

"Going Out With 'Friends' Without Me?! Since When Were You Allowed To Do That?! Ha! Don't Make Me Laugh!"

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@meo-eiru(The image up there belong to her. I really admire, adore, worship, words are not enough! creators like these as they draw such good drawing with their imaginations! Like damnnnnn! and then there is me. A person who likes drawing but is a huge failure. (I swear, my human faces look like monkeys😂🤣😂🤣) Anyway, seeing the image, I had like a context for it. I don't know if this is good or not. My previous stories are trash because I, like, had no motivation to write but just wanted to. But this one fanart fired my imagination up and I just started writing.

Well, here we go again, with copying the text and pasting it. Lavi seems like the kind of character who acts cute and nice when you agree with him but the moment you are, like, opposing or simply disagreeing with him, he would get angry and very very scary. It is kind of similar to Silas but he won't get angry. He will just laugh freakily and like correct you with his alluring voice.

[botched1up1brain]

It's giving peacock and peahen, ‼️Lineart and Oc belongs to @meo-eiru ‼️coloring done by me. I thought the tanned skin and bikini top lines really suited him

[yanderedrabbles]

Can you do a noncon of yandere!Incubus x reader?

Yandere Incubus x Nun Reader

Incubus - derived from Latin incubō "nightmare, what lies down on one whilst one sleeps" and further from incubāre "to lie upon."

You woke up with your entire body paralysed. You wanted to scream - for the abbot, the mother superior, anyone.

But you couldn't. You couldn't even move your tongue enough to swallow.

Your rapid breathing was the only sign you were awake at all. Your body lay limp as in sleep. Was this some curse? Had you sinned so horribly that this was your punishment?

It must certainly be the new priest's fault.

He was so handsome, so tall and soft spoken. Your mind had wandered into sin without meaning to. You had knelt at the altar all afternoon, begging for forgiveness from the Virgin Mother.

And yet you had indulged in lustful thoughts all the same. This nightmare was surely your punishment.

"Hush now, dear one."

A voice right next to your ear.

You wanted to scream, to run, to do anything. Who was in your bed? What manner of demon had come to punish you in your worst hour?

You could smell the faintest hint of incense and rosewood. It was the smell of the chapel, of rosaries and prayer. Why did this stranger smell like he belonged here?

A hand came to rest on your thigh.

"Be not afraid."

The man's hand slowly drifted upward, pushing your negligee aside and bearing your skin to the cold convent air.

"All sins must have their penance, sister. I have come to give you yours."

The voice had grown closer and now his lips brushed your cheek. His hand reached the top of your thigh and slowly began to move toward your sex.

Your legs were closed tight and curled towards you slightly, so all his probing fingers found was the barest hint of your slit. Still, it sent tingles all across your cunt when his fingers brushed your panties.

"Such devotion you have, sister. But your lust creeps through."

The stranger's voice was deep but quiet, and somehow familiar.

You thought he would stop at your panties but you were wrong. His hand continued upwards, pulling your negligee with it. He hummed softly to himself and scraped his nails across the skin of your belly.

"When you kneel at the the altar and think still of sin, is that not blasphemy?"

His nails felt far sharper and far thicker than any human's. Claw like almost.

He cupped your naked breast in his hand for a long moment before squeezing it gently. His fingers found your nipple and teased at it, pinching and rolling. How could a stranger's touch feel so good? How could it make you burn inside?

Surely this was no man, but a demon sent to torment you with lust.

His breath was growing ragged and he pressed himself closer against you. Something firm and long ground itself against your ass cheeks, demanding entrance.

His hand abandoned your aching nipple and came to rest against your throat. It was a terrible reminder - this man could cut off your breath with a single squeeze.

"It is God’s will that you should be sanctified."

His cock pushed at the apex of your thighs and slowly slid between them, your cunt lips rubbing along the length of him.

He groaned softly, his hand tightening around your throat. He slowly thrust himself between your thighs and the slick wetness of your pussy dripped onto him.

You felt your body growing warmer and warmer. The pit of your stomach ached in a way that could only be satisfied by his cock. And yet he continued to deny you - rubbing himself between your thighs and teasing your cunt with the friction.

No, you mustn't give in to your desire. This was undoubtedly some incubus, some demon.

And even knowing that, you want to be fucked by it. By him.

He was going faster now and the friction against your clit was unbearable. If you had a voice, you would have been whimpering.

He moaned, deep in his throat. His stubble grated against your cheek as he dipped his mouth toward your neck. He brushed his lips across your skin, tracing lower and lower, until his lips rested at the sensitive juncture between shoulder and neck.

"Shall I leave a mark, sister? So that you may look upon it and be reminded of your sin?"

He nipped at your skin and his teeth felt dangerously sharp.

"Shall I leave a mark? So that you may look upon it and know you have been cleansed?"

His hand still rested on your neck and he used it to pull you closer against him. You felt yourself choke and panic ripped through your body.

He chuckled, and it sounded strangely lecherous combined with his ragged breathing and the slick sound of his cock fucking your thighs. Thankfully he loosened his grip once he was satisfied with your closeness and you could breathe again.

"The dawn comes." He dropped his hand from your throat to your waist and held you flush against him. You could feel hard muscles that flexed with every thrust.

"I long to stay, sister. But doesn't th-the bible say to ask penance in the d-darkest hour?" He was struggling to keep his composure as his cock rammed itself between your legs.

He held you in place with his arm curled around you. Your thighs were warm and slick and almost as sweet as pussy. Oh, how he ached for you.

His breath was coming faster and he growled a little with every thrust. Your poor clit was aching from overstimulation but if he knew about it, he didn't care. His fingers dug painfully into your flesh and he pressed his face against your shoulder to stifle his moans.

You felt close to the edge yourself. Your nipples were burning to be touched and you felt your insides knotting up.

"You filthy fucking sinner," he growled and that was all it took.

You were still riding the waves of your orgasm when he bit your neck and snarled. His cock throbbed against your thighs and hot cum spilled across your slit and down your legs.

He breathed in slowly. When he spoke, he sounded almost mocking.

"Worry not for your sins, sister."

He pulled his cock out from between your thighs. His hands drifted over you, pulling your negligee and panties back into place. His finger scraped up some of the cum on your legs and touched it to your lips, smearing it across them like some perverse kiss.

"Afterall, purificati sumus per caritatem."

You felt the bed dip as he climbed off. Strangely, without his touch you felt yourself slowly falling back asleep. A single thought haunted you as his footsteps faded away.

'Purificati...' wasn't that the exact same phrase the young priest kept using in his sermon?

[2-dsimp]

What if Uriel and M/C are on a date or hangout at home and an X-rated scene pops up and M/C says "We should do that."

Cw: suggestive

Uriel’s inner monologue : Love over lust, love over lust, love conquers all! I shall not be tempted Dreamie! No matter how much I want to treat you like a bleep and bleep you and bleep your lovely bleep until I can’t bleep no more. Just like in the movie.

[grandturtletragedy]

Hi , hii, hello again, might let you know i might come after silas and elias and made some love children with them, i'm sorry, it might happen again 🙇‍♀️

[Pretty much just curious of what they would look like if they have a kid(s?) with my persona]

And i might give them some personality, just for funsies

Ocs by @meo-eiru

[yanoverload]

F3mb0ycoõmer sent $2000 dollars: Could you please count to five and tell me I did good?

Ramune: Who do you sick fucks think I am? Your girlfriend? Your sad poor hand that you use to jack off that small limp dick? That money isn't even enough for me to say I can stand near you.. Ugh you're all insufferable pathetic insects it almost makes me depressed.

Also Ramune: I told darling they could ask for anything and I would get it for them and they asked me for 10 chicken nuggets. TEN.

Darling: maybe 5 then?

Ramune: I JUST GOT 6K AFTER SHOWING MY ASS. YOU COULD ASK FOR A HUMAN SIZED NUGGET MADE BY GORDON RAMSEY HIMSELF.

Darling:.... 15?

[heartfullofleeches]

[Suggestive]

Reader: Hey, C?

C.C [Yan Incubus]: Yeah?

Reader: In your true form, are your cocks like this?

[Reader holds up a conjoined popsicle]

Reader: Or like this?

[Reader snaps the popsicles in two - stacking one on top of the other]

C.C: Hmmmmm... Dunno- You'll have to talk to my lawyer about that..

Reader: Didn't you ask me to defend you in court last week after you ran over that guy who said he liked my jacket?

C.C, unbuckling his belt: Yup.

[lilacxquartz]

part 13 of 19 of kinktober: monster

oc!midnight (incubus) x reader

plot: midnight wanted to try something different — themes: monster fucker smut, deep throating, oral, size difference, original character, gender neutral reader, praise — a/n: we will pretend that our throat can magically stretch, it’s fiiiine — w.c: 800ish

kinktober masterlist • main masterlist • more original content • ao3

Months into being with Midnight, his exploration with you was at oftentimes just limited to touch or just something vanilla, but the more he spent time around you, the more he felt himself grow obsessed with a rising curiosity of wanting to dominate you.

“Let’s try something else today,” he softly spoke, his deep voice gravelly and full of need. He patted down his thighs as though to draw you closer.

Midnight was fully aware of what he wanted from you. To have you filled to the brim with him and literally left breathlessly gagging was a sight worthy of waiting centuries for.

You approached him and sat on the edge of bed, already having an idea of where this was all going. Given his half lidded look and the position he had you sit in before him, you almost already anticipated it.

“We’ll take this slowly,” he murmured, his large grey fingers weaving through your hair to urge you closer with a single pull. “I want you to feel every inch of me.”

Guiding you closer, his other hand disappeared off into the void-like shadows where the rest of his body was partially concealed by flickering black flames. This was a survival mechanism for succubi and incubi alike, to help blend them into the darker depths away from uninvited eyes, but it mostly just looked interesting to you.

Pushing you towards the rolling flames, you were met with a feeling of tickling warmth that smoothed into caressing strokes over your form. Midnight’s voice was encouraging and even gentle as he worked you into taking him in, “Open your mouth—that’s it, relax your jaw—you’re doing so good.”

Midnight praised you with all that he could as the tip of monstrous length pressed into your lips, immediately filling out your mouth with a slowly, sliding ease over your tongue and back as much as he could go.

The sensation of his swelling cock stretching out your cheeks had caused both your eyes and mouth to involuntarily water the more he pushed inside. It surely felt overwhelming, but his constant praise kept you going.

Midnight’s eyes fluttered as he continued to glide his throbbing shaft down the slick of your tongue. His hold against your skull slightly tightened the closer he pushed himself towards your throat, breaking the skin on your scalp ever so slightly with his pointed black claws.

“You’re doing so good,” he breathlessly spoke, “just a little bit more…”

The sensation for you was almost unbearable, but the singing praise he gave you was surely encouraging and drove you forward.

“Almost there,” he continued to whisper, the feeling so addictive that he could have sworn that he grew even harder as he drove himself forward into you, “you’re going to make me feel so good…”

Finally, you felt a bloated fullness way down your throat. The sensation was bizarre from his monstrous length and you couldn’t help but gag and protest by palming at this thighs to let you relax, but all that he did was tighten the grip around your hair, holding you steadily in place.

“Perfect,” Midnight hummed in a pleased tone, “now, let me teach you how to use your throat for me.”

Taking it once again slowly at first, you responded in gurgling whirs as he forced himself down your throat, feeling the pressure from gagging on his sheer size. The intensity of his gliding thrusts became slightly more heated, the feeling growing unbearable as pain started to mix with pleasure. On one hand, you were very much aroused from what he was capable of doing with you and that you were even capable of doing it for him—on another hand however, it was near impossible for you to do anything at all.

The more he continued, the more intense his movements became. You felt as though he was tearing you apart from the inside, but it was also clear that Midnight was soon approaching a climax given just how tense and taut his body was becoming.

With a possessive purr, Midnight was sure to remind you just who you belonged to. “You’re going to swallow aren’t you? To take every last drop? You’re all mine.”

His hips soon began to stutter, his grip on your hair tightening with almost scalping intensity before finally finding his anticipated release. You could feel the hot, thick cum filling your throat as he slowly then pulled out, coating your insides with a radiating heat. He held you in place while doing so, his calloused hands cupping either side of your face and his body shuddering with each passing vibration of his orgasm.

When he finally pulled out, you found yourself gasping for air that now felt rich against your lungs. Your body trembled as it readjusted, feeling like soft putty in his hands.

With languid, soothing strokes, his touch grew gentle again as his the passion in his voice was soon replaced with an affectionate tone, “You did so well.”

Midnight then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, not admitting it out loud as to not discourage you, but finding it almost irresistible with just how you ruined you were.

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Incubus x Reader

Tynan isn’t one to linger. Once he enters someone’s dreams and eats their sexual desires, he’s gone before that person even realizes he was there.

Sometimes, someone will summon him for their sexual urges, which does cause him to stay a little longer. But even then, he doesn’t stay for too long, preferring to freely go as he pleases.

Even when he was drawn to your dreams, he never intended to stay. Even when your dreams were the most delicious he’d ever tasted, even when your skin was the softest he’d ever felt, he never intended to stay.

Yet, as he sees you snoozing beside him, he can’t help but think that he’ll never be able to be anywhere else. He doesn’t really care for cuddling or aftercare or anything that comes after sex, but he likes it when it’s with you. You’re warm and just fit perfectly against him. He likes it when you smile and thank him for water or when he helps you clean yourself. Even when you chatter about things that he frankly shouldn’t care about, he doesn’t really mind it because it’s from you.

Really, he hates small talk. He hates getting to know people. He hates the burden of relationships. All of it’s a chore – a complete bore – to him. But he likes talking to you, actually. He wants to get to know you. He wants you to be his.

And these thoughts of his – this sentiment – should be cute in any other situation. But unfortunately for you, Tynan isn’t an angel or a human or anything positively inclined. He’s a demon, an incubus, and human emotions or consent or anything is trivial to him. His desires are what make him operate, what will always make him operate.

So don’t be fooled by his flirty smile. He’ll make you his, even if it means isolating you from others. He’ll make you his, even if it means taking you far, far away from everything you’ve ever known. He’ll make you his, whether you want to be his or not.

Because at the end of the day, his desires are what matter most to him and you are the one he desires most.

[botched1up1brain]

Y/N: *gasps* oh good it was just a dream.. *turns head around and sees lavi under the sheets*

Lavi: *twirling his hair* you ready for more big boy~?

Y/N: AAHHH!!!

‼️OC BELONG TO @meo-eiru ‼️ FANART BY ME

[cacaocao0-o]

Imagines: Yandere! Incubus x Gender-Neutral! Vampire Royalty! Reader

Imagine this: you are an overworked vampire royalty who’s been working for centuries. For many many many years, you’ve been supervising the castle, leading your armies, signing paperwork— when was the last time you had a break??? Do you even take breaks? Were you even allowed to break? Huh? Huh??? you’re so overworked asf that maybe stepping out to be burned by sunlight is better than whatever you’ve been doing for centuries!

And then, heavy sigh, that stupid pink head incubus bursted into your office, somehow got into your lap, and now he’s whispering into your ear about how you’re gonna kill him this time. Were you gonna snap his neck with your own hands again? Choke him till he dies from suffocation? Pluck out his eyes? Or maybe his favorite: sinking your fangs deep into his neck until you drain him dry? He isn’t choosy, as long as it’s you who’s breaking him.

He’s so fucking distracting that you barely comprehend the important council papers that required your immediate attention— he’s tracing your fangs with his finger until he “accidentally” nicked himself.

Yan! Incubus: uh-oh! My finger’s bleeding~

The demon pouted, showing off his injured finger.

Yan! Incubus: Your Majesty, do you really want to waste food like this?

Gender Neutral! Vampire Royalty! Reader, pupils turning into slits:…

Indeed, the incubus loves to get you all riled up~! Better than seeing you slave away in your office. It’s fine if he always gets “killed” in the process of wooing you as long as you only pay attention to him instead of pleasing all those decrepit higher-ups❤️