#johan liebert x reader

[ddarker-dreams]

Smoking Gun.

Yan Johan x Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, Johan being just unpleasant to be around as always. Word count: 2.1k.

When you walk into your apartment, a premonition hangs over your head like a low storm cloud.

Nothing is amiss at first glance. Every detail is just how you left it, from the pans you used to make this morning’s breakfast soaking in the sink to the blanket you forgot to fold strewn over the couch. There are no flickering lights or low groans of a floorboard in another room meant to warn you of impending danger. You only have your raw, human instincts — unrefined as they may be — to work with. You close the door noiselessly behind you, leaving it open just a sliver in case you need to bolt.

Water droplets drip down from your closed umbrella and onto the wooden floor. For once, you’re uncaring of the mess that and the mud on your boots are undoubtedly leaving behind, your focus honing in elsewhere. You take slow, cautious steps into your living space, eyes crawling over every visible inch for signs of disruption. Finding nothing, you inspect the bathroom next. It’s in a similarly insignificant state.

That leaves your bedroom down the hall.

Your breathing is growing more labored with each bit of the gap you close between you and your final destination. Light from the setting sun streams in from the eerily silent room, causing you to wrack your brain over if you did or didn’t close the blinds this morning. You can’t remember for the life of you. One second you think you may have, the next, you’re convinced the opposite is true.

You wince when the floor creaks beneath your feet, right before the bedroom’s door frame. This panel’s belligerence had slipped your mind. Had there been anyone there, especially the person you think might be present, they would’ve heard that. Adrenaline courses through you when you decide to rush in, your makeshift weapon at the ready.

“Welcome back.”

That voice — whoever would’ve thought the devil spoke without malice?

Johan’s face is kind, his smile kinder, so soft that you have to squint to make out the upturn of his lips. You maintain the rigid position of your umbrella, uncertain if it’s meant to be a sword or a shield. The cracked door you left for a swift escape resurfaces in your mind. You could make it — should make it — but you don’t even lift your feet from the ground. How can you, when you catch what he’s holding in his hands, the revelation filling you with red-hot rage.

There are a million things you could ask him, or shout at him, but you eventually settle on:

“What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” he responds, deceit nonexistent, for he knows there’s nothing worse than the truth. “You’re home late today.”

You part your lips, only to close them, aghast by how your instinct was to explain yourself to him. Tell him that you got carried away watching a street performance and missed your regular bus. He carries himself in such a normal, organic fashion, that you can’t help but settle into any rhythm he establishes. You shake your head, hoping the action is the key to breaking whatever spell he has over you by simply existing in the same room.

Without trying to conceal it, you size him up. You note the lack of mud on the floor, despite the fact he’s still wearing his shoes, and deduce he really has been waiting here for hours. It started pouring around your lunch break and only let up recently. The knowledge he’s been here, invading your personal space while you were none the wiser, fills you with dread.

“... I’m really not in the mood to deal with this,” you lower your umbrella. You get the feeling he isn’t intimidated by it and cast it aside. Exhaustion weighs over you like an anchor pressed to your chest. The burning fury from before is more of a flickering ember, hot to the touch yet nowhere near as all-consuming.

“I remember you felt different when we last spoke.”

He’s still holding it. Your hands ball up into fists by your side. “Is that what this is about? You’re here to rub what I’ve said before in my face?”

“No. You don’t need me to bring up your words to be bothered by them,” Johan finally puts the item down, back onto your nightstand, where it once belonged. These days, you’re not so certain. He fixes it into place so that if you hadn’t found him, you never would’ve realized it was tampered with.

This rendition of the photograph is in color, as opposed to the black and white shown on the front pages of newspapers for months. You have seen this photo outside the confines of your apartment many times. Too often, perhaps. It haunted you more dutifully than any specter. When walking by vendors on the streets, or sitting across from a businessman on the bus reading his morning paper with a cup of coffee. Your waking nightmare had become just another thing for the general populace to consume alongside the daily crossword puzzles and advice columns.

The headlines flicker through your mind like reels of film.

College Student Missing from Munich. Search for Missing College Student Entering Second Month. Then finally, Elias Friedrich Found Dead at 23.

The mirth in Elias’ eyes when that photo was taken taunts you, wriggling beneath your skin like the maggots they found on his body. You had been happy then yourself, an emotion long forgotten. Suddenly, you wish Johan had turned it to face the wall, so you wouldn’t have to see what will never be again.

“You’ve been applying for visas in other countries,” he points out. You frown — you had been so careful — but you guess that doesn’t matter when Johan is involved. “You must intend to leave the promise you made to me unfulfilled.”

What he speaks of wasn’t so much a promise as it was a curse. Whether it be a curse on you, or him, you couldn’t say for certain.

“I’m assuming that since you know about the visas, I shouldn’t be expecting an acceptance letter anytime soon? You’ve got people at the embassy under your thrall too?”

The enigmatic smile he gives churns your stomach. He must assume there’s no point in telling you what you already know. Loathe as you are to admit it, you understand why, and that knowledge chills you to the bone. Johan is no longer a complete mystery to you. It was simpler when he was; you could paint him as this unpredictable bogeyman in your mind. You don’t want to be familiar with him, a realization that would’ve done you better earlier. By the time you learn how deep the water is by diving in, it’s too late to resurface without drowning.

You know why he’s here. It isn’t to kill or even threaten you — it’s to remind you. That you don’t get to go anywhere simply because he sees value in having you around. This seemingly minute fact is enough to thrust your life in permanent limbo.

“Whatever, I get it,” you mumble, walking over to your bed and sitting on the edge of it. “You made your point. I don’t even know why I bothered trying.”

It was nice, having those few weeks where you successfully deluded yourself. That’s all it ever was, a fleeting delusion, as tangible as a mirage in the desert. It’d been so long since you saw him last. You figured he had to have bigger ambitions that would push you from the forefront of his mind. Clinging to this notion was what kept you sane. Without it, you don’t know what you are.

Johan considers you for a long moment. “Would you like to know why I didn’t kill you that night?”

All it takes is the smooth utterance of that night for your senses to be transported back in a whirlwind. The cool, winter air biting your cheeks, the musky scent left behind by rain, the screams for help that roped you into a world you could never leave. Your body goes stiff as a corpse when he sits beside you on the bed you used to share with another. The very person Johan took from you, what marked the beginning of the end.

“I wanted you to see the same darkness I’ve been familiar with,” there’s something different about his tone, though you can’t put your finger on it. Honesty? Vulnerability? Is he even capable of either? “I always intended on it. Your being there wasn’t mere happenstance. It was deliberate.”

You can’t begin to imagine the expression etched onto your countenance.

“I told you that ultimately, whether you chose to do anything about Elias’ death or not, it wouldn’t matter. You promised to prove me wrong. I never said I’d mind if you did.”

There are inches between you and him, but it isn’t enough. It wouldn’t matter if he was halfway across the continent or the world itself — it still wouldn’t be enough space. He’d never fail to find a way to suffocate you in the way only he can.

“Do you…” you swallow thickly, finding your mouth terribly dry, “Do you want to be proven wrong?”

For the first time you can recall, it’s Johan who breaks eye contact instead of you. He leans back on his palms, his attention drifting to the ceiling before his blonde eyelashes flutter shut. The time that passes can’t be significant, no more than a few seconds, you wager; but it stretches on further than the horizon. You don’t breathe, don’t blink, don’t think. You just stare. Wholly absorbed, wholly fascinated.

“What do you think?”

You respond faster than thoughts can form in your head. “You don’t know.��

Blue eyes regard you with muted curiosity.

“That’s right. You don’t know what you want, or you would’ve gotten it by now,” you reaffirm. You’re seeing him as much as he’s always seen you. “You said you want to be the last one standing in the world, but a day will come when you’ll even lose interest in that. Then you’ll move onto the next thing… and then the next… wading endlessly in a search for something you’ll never find.”

If you had been debilitated by a fraction of the darkness he was familiar with in its entirety, then you get it.

Knowing what to do with yourself, how to begin rebuilding, whether or not it’s even worth the effort of trying; these sentiments are your acquaintances and his lifelong friends.

You didn’t realize you were smiling until you go to speak again. “I guess it doesn’t matter if the embassy never issues me a visa, if I can connect you to Elias’ death, or prove you wrong.”

“And why’s that?”

“I might never find closure, but neither will you.”

The sky weeps. Distant pitter-patters hit like drums against a storm pipe, outdone only by the cacophony of raindrops striking your window. The sun has hidden itself behind a layer of clouds. You’re staring at one another, breathing in each other’s air. You don’t know what’s going on in his mind, and for once, your intuition whispers he doesn’t know what’s happening in yours.

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, handling you delicately, like you’re a flower. His touch lingers long enough that you don’t think you could forget it if you tried. The emotions dancing in his eyes are indecipherable. When he retracts his hand, his fingers brush against your jawline, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You know you should recoil from the unwanted touch, yet you’re hypnotized into staying still.

When Johan blinks, the unknown glaze over his eyes is gone.

Then he’s standing, turning his back to you, and walking toward the doorway you brazenly ran through what feels like ages ago.

“I’m glad I came to visit,” he looks at you from over his shoulder. “You always make it worth my time.”

You hug your legs to your chest. “Can’t say the feeling’s mutual.”

The insult is like water off a duck’s back, he doesn’t bother acknowledging it.

“The next time I visit, I won’t be leaving without you.”

You wish you could say you were surprised, but you felt this revelation breathing down your neck. He was your personal harbinger of misfortune. You weren’t foolish enough to think he was done with you, not after falling for that temptation once. Whatever comes next will be a secret you won’t be able to pry from his lips. It could be in an hour, perhaps tomorrow, or months down the line; you won’t know until he wants you to.

Something tells you the darkness he showed you that night will pale in comparison to what lies ahead.

“And if I don’t want to go?”

Johan stops, his shoulders shaking in what you assume to be a quiet chuckle.

“I’ll stop at nothing to encourage you, in any way I can.”

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[nightangle9]

hii! I just found out about your blog, and you do write about Johan (monster), so could you do a smut fic about him and f!reader

thank you!!

~Foreordain~ (Part-1)

Johan Liebert x Inexperienced! fem reader

Genre: Oneshot Series & Smut

Warning: manipulation, very toxic behaviour, sexual content, dirty talk, fingering

Word Count: 2.3k

Writer's Note: Sorry this took so long ᴖ̈

Wisterias burn around you as you look at the man in front of you. What… could have let for this to happen. Hearts connected to stow are now shattered with just one go. Mind hypnotized by the monster, the demon, the ferocity. You still longed for him, after all that...you still did. You loved him, you really did. But this was meant to happen from the moment you saw him, your fate was decided. It was Foreordain.

~10 MONTHS BEFORE~

You despised monsoons. Insects, dirt, mud, everything. Other than one thing. The smell. The smell of monsoon was like a drug to you. Every time it filled your nostrils, it gave you a feeling of Euphoria. Nothing could’ve matched that smell until you walked past him.

Light blonde hair, pale skin, and handsome features glistened with the dawn of the day. He simply looked so…angelic. So, you stopped, stopped in your tracks, and just looked at him. How seraphic, you thought. Then he turned and looked at you. Just when you thought that he couldn’t get even more beautiful. You saw his blue eyes. Those ethereal and divine blue eyes. And they looked at you. But…something about those eyes scared you just as much as they attracted you. They just looked so…lifeless.

“Is there something wrong, miss?” he spoke, his voice so soft and gentle. And you blushed, of course you did. “N-no, I-it’s nothing!” You spoke in a flustered tone, still lost for words. He came closer to you, only a few inches between. His smell. Oh, he smelt so good…so damn intoxicating.

“Then why is that, you’re so flustered, miss?” he spoke in that soft voice of his, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Blue eyes scrutinizing your face. Looking for something…anything. And just for a mere second, you swear your life. He smirked. It was slight, only appearing for a second. But it made your heart stop beating for a moment.

He pulled out a pen from the breast pocket of his coat and then gently took hold of your hand. “May I?” he whispered. The question was so simple but you were too hypnotized by his charm to reply, so you just nodded.

He wrote his number on the palm of your hand, his movements smooth. There was no hesitation or awkwardness. He was just so effortless even with these simple gestures, that it was alluring to just observe and look at him.

“What is your name, miss?” he whispered in your ear, leaning closer. Blushing profusely, you could only answer him in a breathy voice, saying your name. “W-what about you, what is it…w-what is your name?” you spoke quietly. And you notice, how his eyes darkened at your simple question. But it quickly vanished, and he smiled at you, so soft and gentle. “Liebert…Johan Liebert.” How tempting.

~AT NIGHT~

Later that night, you called him. “H-hello?” you spoke in a questioning manner, even though you knew who was on the other end. “Good evening, Miss Y/N. Missing me already now, are you?” He spoke from the other side of the call. His voice like always, so soft and sweet. Your breath hitched at the question, gulping, you spoke. “I guess so. S-so what about tomorrow…are you free tomorrow evening?” you asked biting your lip slightly in nervousness. You heard Johan chuckle through the phone. Then he spoke, his voice was normal but still…you felt it. That slight seductiveness. “Why...you want to ask me out on a date?” you felt your cheeks blush at his tone and question, but you quickly replied. Trying to maintain your composure. “M-maybe, I do.” Then he spoke again, his voice even more seductive and tempting. “Oh, is that so? Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind going on a date with a lady as beautiful as you. So how about you be the boss, and decide the time and I’ll take the honor of assisting and taking you to a nice place.” Goodness, this guy knew exactly how to raise your heartbeat. “Y-yeah, sure…sure. How about tomorrow evening at 7 pm?” you asked, crossing your fingers in hope. “Sounds good to me…You can send me your address. So, I’ll be able to pick you up from your house.” He said sweetly.  “P-pick?! I can come by myself.” You spoke, surprised at his request. Nobody has ever picked you from your house, its not exactly safe to tell people your address. It seemed almost…suspicious.

“I don’t think so…a woman like you deserves nothing below the utmost treatment. It would be an insult to you if I don’t give you best” he spoke gently…his gentle voice suddenly becoming slightly deeper and smoother. “Or perhaps you haven’t experienced being treated that way? Do you want others to find out the kind of treatment you’ve received from men till now? I’m sure you’d be embarrassed if that happens…Your friends would start treating you like an inferior person. Or maybe they already have. Well, all I'm doing is suggesting an idea.” You felt him smile through the phone, his tone shifting slightly. You were left speechless, every word of his cut you deep inside. Almost as if he knew everything about you. You always had bad experience with men, you never were the type of person to had a lot of relationships and experience. This made you insecure around your friends, who were either in a long-term relationship or at least had some experience. Whereas you were shy and nervous making you never really approach people from front especially for a relationship. You let out a deep breath as you realized his care and kindness towards you. He was so perfect…such a gentleman. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll send you my house address.” You said with a smile. “Thank you, Y/N, you truly are the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met…Goodbye then. We’ll meet tomorrow.” He spoke sweetly, as you felt him smile through the phone. “Goodbye.” You whispered as you ended the call. Tomorrow was going to be a great day.

~NEXT DAY~

The anticipation of meeting him had a chokehold on you for the whole day. You wanted to look your best, dress your best, smell your best, talk your best, just be your best for him. Or you could say his…approval. You didn’t know how, but you felt the need to prove yourself in front of him. Show him that calling you the most wonderful woman he had ever encountered was not a mistake. So, you did…well you tried more so.

Starting the day by going to a spa, a salon, a manicure & pedicure center. You did it all. Going as far as to buy new clothes. A pleated black skirt and a silk red top with matching black Louis Vuitton heels. God, you were excited. Wondering how he may look? Well, it didn’t matter anyway. Even if he showed up wearing a potato sack, he would still look good anyways.

The time came, sitting on your couch. All readied up for him. Staring at the wall, zoned out. The sound of your doorbell ringing suddenly reached your ears. Instinctively standing up, you panicked. Thoughts swarming in your head like goldfish in a pond. Then, it rang again. Taking a deep breath, you adjusted your dress and looked at yourself in the mirror for the last time. All perfect.

“Good evening.” He greeted you in that oh-so-soft voice of his after you opened your front door. “G-good evening.” You stuttered after you saw him. Dressed in an all-black suit. He just looked so elegant and gorgeous. You checked him out in secret. Damn, how can someone be so beautiful? He felt more like an angel than a human. Taking your hand in his, he kissed it softly. A faint blush appeared on your cheeks as he did so. “Shall we go?” he whispered, softly. Speechless, all you could do was nod.

The date was the best one you ever had. Every word he spoke, every touch he implanted, every look he gave made you put in a spell. A spell you cannot resist, becoming automatically submissive to his voice. And the way he touched you in an almost teasing manner. Leaving you hanging between threads longing for more, in a wonder of what he can offer. And the way he looked at you, seductive yet with a softness to his sapphire eyes. You didn’t even know when it happened, at what time it happened, but now you were left aroused. Wetness smirching your red panties. Something that Johan was seemingly unaware of.

“Shall we head somewhere else?” He asked smiling softly, holding your hand as you walk along a bridge. “Sure!” you said with a sweet smile on your face.

The moonlight glistened in the dark sky suffused with stars as you stepped inside the medieval-themed hotel. You looked around the hotel’s lobby as Johan booked a room for both of you. “Let’s go.” He smiled, putting his arm over your shoulder and pulling you closer. You looked down, blushing as you, both walked inside the elevator. “So have you ever been to a hotel with a man before?” he asked. “I-I haven’t” you muttered, embarrassed of yourself. “Then, may I have the honor of accompanying such a beautiful lady?” he whispered, voice almost seductive as he inched his face closer to yours. “Please.” You whispered back, licking your lower lip slightly. Hands that were earlier pulling you closer now caressed your neck, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He pulled in for a kiss. Starting slow now turned passionate. Desperate. Hungry. Desirous. He kissed you with every being of him. A man has now finally found the thing to cease his thirst. Breaking the kiss first, you were left longing for air. As you met his eyes, you felt that lust and greed oozing from the almost perfect man in your presence.

A small ‘ting’ sound awoke you from your lost state. You arrived on the 17th floor of the hotel, where your room was stationed. As you got out of the elevator and started looking around the floor, suddenly you felt Johan hug you from behind. His pale arms wrapped around your torso, as he whispered so seductively, so quietly in your ear. “Why don’t we continue this somewhere private, love?” …. Love?! You genuinely thought at that moment you would’ve melted in his arms. Face flushed profusely at his ‘innocent’ request, you nodded.

Getting inside the room, the first thing he did was lock the door while you sat on the edge of the bed, oh-so-flustered by the situation. Your breathing got slightly heavy as he started walking towards you slowly, his eyes almost having a predatory look in them. Crouching on the floor in front of you, he started to take off your heels. “W-what are you doing?” you asked softly, almost breathless from the anticipation. “Taking care of you sweetheart.” He replied as he stood up in Infront of you, his hand coming to hold your chin in a gentle but firm manner as he inched closer to your face and whispered in a subtle voice. “That’s what I’m doing.” Oh….

Holding your face in the gentleness of his palms, he inched his face closer to yours. Finally letting go of the boundaries between you two, his lips crashed into the softness of yours as his hand caressed the back of your neck. An intimate movement lasting for eternity to your heart and soul. The softness, the wetness, the desperation, and the anticipation all crashed down to land onto one prominence of time. Opening your eyes slowly almost in an allured state you looked through them as he kissed you. His hand coming down to unzip your top. His touch, was like that of a feather, light but leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

After taking off the scrapes of clothing from your body, he laid you down on the soft mattress of the bed. “Are you nervous?” he whispered seductively in your ear, placing delicate kisses all over your neck and collarbone. Your heavy breath hitched as you avoided eye contact with him, cheeks flushed from embarrassment mixed with arousal. “N-no..” you whispered, flustered. “Yes, you are. You shouldn’t lie. It’s not a good habit.” He spoke in a smooth tone, all while looking deeply into your eyes. His other hand came to grope your breast, making you whimper in his embrace. “Good girls don’t lie.” His long fingers traced patterns on the skin of your inner thigh, and slowly but surely those long fingers sunk into the very place they had the purpose for. He slowly started by rubbing gentle circles on top of your puffy clit, and when he felt the wetness trail down your thighs that he approved of, he sinks his fingers deep inside you. All while his mouth abused the sensitive bud of your breast. Biting, licking, sucking. “Understood?” he said in an almost demanding voice, to which all you could do was whimper a nod. Overwhelmed by the pleasure caused by him on your delicate body.

He increased the pace of his hand, as his long fingers inside you constantly brushed against your g-spot, making you cry in pleasure. Moans and whimpers escaped from your pretty mouth like a chant. One hand gripped the soft mattress beneath you while the other gripped the soft blonde hair of his.

“J-Johan~” you moaned in a high-pitched voice, lip quivering from crying as your orgasm finally hit you. The tight knot in your stomach now clutching open. He took his wet fingers out of you, looking at you with a slight smirk. “Woah, aren’t you sensitive…”

“You did well.” he said, smiling softly as he cuddled you up in his arms for the night.

Waking up with a slight pain in your lower stomach, you grumpily got up, stretching yourself. You felt something missing.

“Johan?”

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(Ongoing) Masterlist

Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

to be continued…

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bad liar | Johan Liebert x Reader

Banner Credit: @bunnysrph

Content Warnings: manipulation, inexperience, codependency, seeing through people, psychological play, implied nsfw, but still sfw.

“Do you think your sin will disappear when you lie?”

He’s circling me; it was like we were in a tango. His hands were formally placed in the back, and his mind probably wanders while I bow my head out of pure shame. He’s stripped me off of my dignity, I’m unable to form coherent sentences upon uttering what my pride told me to say.

His hand reached for the right areas, he’s being incredibly unfair. His eyes wandered. It was almost as if he saw right through me. This damn monster.

I refused to look back. I had to keep searching, search for a place to stare blankly into oblivion. I wouldn’t dare look back at the monster’s eyes as he cornered me like a hungry predator. But no, he wasn’t just any predator, he’s just playing dangerously innocent. I felt like a small, curious nymph before his gaze; he looks calm, but definitely not pure. This man was definitely far from being pure, I believe he’s hiding something from the untrained eye.

But I just know he got one or two things on his mind.

I bit my lip. My thoughts are filled with nothing but inner despair—I had to be careful with what I chose to mutter.

“I’m not lying, you’re just…..you’re just assuming things about me. I know myself far better than you do, Johan.”

“Johan, huh?” he asked, his bedroom eyes cornering me. I wasn’t looking up at him, but I can feel his haunting lips shape a crooked smile while I could only wish to escape. “Those sweet old memories of me going by that name. I’m quite surprised you’d catch up to me by deciding to pick up my call.”

“I answered your call out of respect,” I replied. “It’s not….it’s not like I like you or anything….”

“Oh? But you’re trembling. Are you perhaps curious? They say curiosity killed the cat, and it seems to me as if I dragged the cat in.”

“What?”

“Don’t play innocent, missy. You know your intentions have been quite obvious.”

“I don’t exactly know what you’re talking about, Johan.” I frowned at his remarks.

“I was just testing the waters. And it turned out that my then assumptions were correct. [Name], let’s be clear. You know very well that no one would want to sleep with you tonight, right?”

“Wha- I never said that!” I exclaimed.

“You never said anything, indeed. In fact, you never really say much. You don’t really do much, [Name].”

“So that means, you just called me for nothing?” I retorted.

He’s pausing. He looked elsewhere. This was my time to run away. He seems defeated. This was my chance. I tried to push him away. Not literally. I tried to deny him. I lifted my foot and stared at the exit.

“Staring into space, little one? Perhaps I can help with that.”

“Let go!” I retaliated. He raised his eyebrow at my response thereafter. “Oh, I’m sorry, I….didn’t mean to frighten you or anything. I just….I don’t know. Do I actually spend the night?”

“Sssshhhh…..you’re not leaving. Spend the night.”

He’s pulling me closer, I try to push him away, but he pulled me in. He’s calm, but his grip was far too strong. Next thing I know, he’s battling for access. I shivered, no fucking way. I struggled against his grasp, not because I didn’t like it, but because of my fears.

What if he’d discard me after this?

He pulled away.

“Such a sensitive, fragile little angel.” Johan smiled, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. He smiled. Even his smile was fake. “I’m glad you picked up the phone.”

I frowned at the remark.

“Why the sour face, angel? I just tell it like it is.”

I can’t speak, I can’t retaliate. But he’s got me in a trance, so I gave in. He’s there to show me the ropes, and that’s all I could ever lean on for the rest of my life.

“You’re lying to yourself. Is it a lie you don’t just tell yourself, but to me as well? Too bad. I see through you.”

“I-“

“You’re trembling. Is it because of fear? Or is it simply because you can’t stand one day looking away from me?”

“No.”

“You’re lying once again, so typical of your kind indeed.”

He lowered his voice, he’s being cruel. I tried to object but he pulled me in, and he’s losing his patience. I closed my eyes, not because I didn’t want it to stop.

It felt good, far too good.

The time ticked. I could hear the clock ticking as he slowly, yet skillfully explored every inch of me. Well, not all inches, but just the right amount. It was painfully awkward, but he pulled off our confrontation so well.

Then everything came to a halt.

That intoxicating voice of his spoke once more.

“I guess it’s time for you to reach home. I have one last thing to ask of you before we part ways.”

“What is it, Johan?” I asked.

“Don’t ever make me forget you.”

#johan liebert x you #johan liebert x reader #johan x reader #x reader #yandere x reader #johan liebert #monster anime #yandere johan #dark psychology

[keroanya]

it's everyone's favorite time of the year, and there's no better time for me to come back to writing for a bit <3

so, here's my list of my kinktober prompts for this year, along with the characters i'll be writing for.

reminder, this is an 18+ event, so, minors fuck off please.

due to the contents of some of these prompts, the writings will only be posted on ao3 for certain days. i'll make sure to provide a link to my ao3 post as well as a warning beforehand!

unfortunately, as i have some worsening health issues, some of these fics may be a tad bit late to be posted. of course, i will try to publish these all on time. love you guys ! <3

- updates will come out when i can get them out <3 prompts will continue to be published outside of october

day 1 | voyeurism - gyro zeppeli -- day 2 | dacryphilia - doppio and diavolo day 3 | size difference - jotaro kujo day 4 | mutual masturbation - gappy higashikata day 5 | femdom - weather report day 6 | blood kink - DIO (ao3 exclusive~) day 7 | sex pollen/gangbang - la squadra

wlw will be real this week. day 8 | strap on - balalaika day 9 | vanilla - mitsuri kanroji day 10 | mommy kink - kaato higashikata day 11 | exhibitionism - jolyne kujo day 12 | multiple orgasms - ermes costello day 13 | facesitting - casca day 14 | lingerie - yasuho hirose

day 15 | surprise ! day 16 | accidental stimulation - haruchiyo sanzu day 17 | degredation - il dottore day 18 | praise kink - al haitham day 19 | cockwarming - neuvillette day 20 | outdoor sex - guts day 21 | fuck or die - guts & griffith (ao3 exclusive~)

day 22 | floor sex - johan liebert day 23 | car sex - ghiaccio day 24 | office sex - yoshikage kira day 25 | first time & exhibitionism - noriaki kakyoin day 26 | breeding - young! joseph joestar day 27 | sex tape & threesome - prosciutto & risotto nero day 28 | edging - enrico pucci

day 29 | somnophilia & cnc - narciso anasui (ao3 exclusive~) day 30 | monsterfucking - diego brando (ao3 exclusive~) day 31 | surprise!

#jjba x reader #vic writes #berserk x reader #black lagoon x reader #monster x reader #johan liebert x reader #balalaika x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #genshin x reader #genshin smut #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #tokyo revengers smut #jjba smut

[cheesecakethots]

Please ttell me why chrollo, a man with a murderous intent and otherworldly powers, still feel more friendly and less awkward than johan💀 like if i had to choose, I'd be with chrollo. Johans too weird

I feel like johan isn’t even awkward himself, he just makes you feel awkward. just always staring with a little smile like :) like bro do u have nothing better to do?? (he doesn’t)

Chrollo does the same but at least tries to pretend he isn’t. If you’re real observant you can see how he hasn’t turned the page of his book in a while.

#johan liebert x reader #yandere johan liebert #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo

[nakajisaeko]

Monster Headcanons ~ If They Were Sick Pt. 1

No one is really interested in this series, but I just had a scenario come to mind...what if the characters were sick? I will say I was inspired by most headcanons on here, & there is a specific one that I will add on the end because of writing space. Because I think its a big finale~ This is also not unrealistic, but some may be, so just point it out. Anyways, begin~

🩺 Kenzo Tenma:

He really liked to eat & drink your rice soup & tea. He even joked that he would deliberately become sick just to eat it, it was that good.

He loved when you played with his hair as he dozed off onto your lap while watching movies. It was his most favorite thing that you did when he was sick.

He likes it when you give him small kisses on his forehead or cheek, he even said they have a "magic touch".

If the TV wasn't working or he wasn't in the mood for movies, he liked when the radio played. & when a song came on, you would hum to it & it just made him fall asleep easier. He really loved your voice.

He likes the massages you give him on his hands, since he is a doctor & he is always using his hands. They felt so sore, so he really loved it when you gave him those.

But what he really adored is when you tried to make him laugh with your corny jokes or sarcastic comments. A side you showed that made him fall in love with you when you first met.

📖 Johan Liebert:

It shouldn't be a surprise that he doesn't eat as much. But if you begged him to just eat at least one bite of the butter drenched toast, he would. & not because he was annoyed by your enthusiasm, but because it did really look tasty. Most of the time though, he either doesn't fill himself up or he would just drink the tea you made.

Since he isn't a fan of touch, although he didn't seem bothered by it at points, he did allow you to give him head massages. & shockingly, he actually fell asleep on you.

Hugs & nothing more are the only thing he really likes from you. Plus, he doesn't want to make you sick. But he promised when he got better, perhaps just one cheek peck would be okay. Either then that, hugs are really the deal.

Johan doesn't really like television & the radio, so reading would be the best choice. Sometimes he would read with you or he would ask you to read to him. The second part is mainly what he wants. He really adores your voice.

Johan, again, is not fond of physical contact, so it would be kind of hard to give him a massage. But if he did want one at some point, giving him a back rub wouldn't hurt, would it? (by the way, with his clothes on >.<)

Really the only thing he likes though, that you do when he is sick, is just giving him words of affection. It not only makes him feel good, but also makes him smile brighter.

🌸 Nina Fortner

Nina would accept anything you would give her. Even though she's lost her taste & is disappointed she can't enjoy your meals, she will just smile big & wide because she's grateful that you're even cooking for her. Oh yeah, she likes when you feed her. ;3

Nina loves your head pats, but she tries her best not to fall asleep because she really wants to talk to you all day. But sometime later, it would be her giving you the head pats. XD

Nina adores your warm kisses, but she is sometimes worried that she would make you sick, so she tries to avoid them as much as possible just to protect you. She prefers cuddles around this time until she gets better. Then, she will kiss your face a bunch of times with a big smile!

Movies are Nina's favorite! She would watch them nonstop while she either played with your hair or you played with hers. You would even have to stop her from eating snacks she wasn't supposed to eat until after she was done being ill. But she'd just brush it off & say she was just "fine". Yeah...you had to clean up after her after that...

Belly rubs are a great deal for her. After a stomach ache, she would love tummy massages to ease her pain. She would giggle a lot if it tickled. "You're bringing the old me back, Y/N!" & she would just not stop laughing.

But what Nina really loved the most was when you came up with many ideas for activities for her to do if she was bored. & one of them was when you guys had a PvP battle in board games. She would win endlessly. XD

I will publish the other part some time, but I hope you liked these. I decided to use the same six scenarios for each character & will likely do the same for others, but will change up the scenarios a bit. So sorry if it was repeating the same things. ^///^

I was inspired by @malware-180 with her fic & a few of their others. She's an amazing writer & you should check out her stories! <3

& I hope you didn't mind if I incorporated some ideas! :D

#monsteranime #xreader #johan liebert x reader #nina fortner #nina fortner x reader #johan liebert #kenzo tenma x reader #kenzo tenma #monster headcanons #nina fortner headcanons #kenzo tenma headcanons #anime headcanons #headcanons #sickfic #sickheadcanons

[riewritten]

𝐎𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 | READ ON AO3

˚ · .─ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: YOU, a college student in Frankfurt, start receiving emails that embarked the dim of normalcy you worked so hard to build on your own; starting from a message claiming you as the light amidst the hell of Kinderheim, who came just in time to bring a paradise of doomsday and grime, something that pleased the monster inside him. Initially, you thought of reporting the email as spam until another ding came: the monster, so pleased and full, is aiming to return the favor—something to flesh out the paradise you had granted him back at Kinderheim.

˚ · .─ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fem!reader. since this was originally @dodo123 headcanon request, you'll be interacting with characters TENMA, LUNGE, GRIMMER, with the main one being JOHAN.

˚ · .─ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: stalking, manipulation, obsessive tendencies, paranoia, abduction, among many things that might arise. SUBSCRIBE TO STORY

SNIPPET . . .

"Kinderheim 511, hm," the mighty Detective Lunge sipped his tea languidly, pretending to ponder about it when he already figured it out even before bothering to see you. "Well, as the legends say, hatred is created when people gather and this Johan just took advantage of it. But see, it's all thanks to the one who'd bother giving him—a measly little kid—some oil to light everything up, don't you think so?"

You gulped, trying your best not to stammer. For reasons still unknown, even the mere mention of that institution churns your stomach in huge disdain and apprehension. "Who would give Johan such privilege?" 

"Who else?" the detective quipped then called your name, just as if everything was nothing but an amusing tea time story for him, just as if it's not something imperative in finding who you are, of who Johan really is, and why—despite the familiarity of fear etched in his name and  your survival instincts kicking in—you can't stop drawing yourself closer to him. "That's when you enter the picture, young lady." 

SNIPPET # 2 . . .

CHAPTER LIST . . .

01 THE BURNT SANCTUARY CRADLING CHILDREN'S CORPSES

02 THE CONFRONTATION

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[imvriix]

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𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

summary ;; — what seemed to be the work of a cute, innocent admirer soon became something much darker, something like obsession and addiction.

featuring + contains ;; — johan liebert x gn! reader. obsession. stalking. mentions of cannibalism. basically dark themes. reader is a college student

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⋆*･ﾟ:     :✧*⋆   ･ﾟ

you weren't sure if you were concerned, flattered, or scared. you figured you had attracted a stalker of some sorts, one that seemed scarily philosophical yet affectionate. if they didn't leave behind this heavy and almost scary aura along with the little notes or small gifts or random text messages, you may have found it sweet to have this secret admirer. they certainly had a way for words, and you may be crazy, but they excited you and you wanted to see who it was.

the first few times, you shook it off, unsure of what to think or say. its not like you could say much anyway, as they didn't leave a name, initial, alias, nothing. sweet, but straight to the point. the handwriting wasn't familiar, and sometimes they were typed up. you wanted to laugh, it felt so cliché, but you couldn't shake off this eery feeling, either. so if this was a stalker, not an admirer, they obviously had their ways to leave an impression even while not physically being there themselves.

you weren't sure if this feeling was forced onto you on purpose or not. did they want to make you feel like this? was it their intention to make you feel suffocated by their sweet words? every letter seemed to have a mysterious yet gloomy emotion imprinted into them, yet you may have been overthinking it. you made no move to find out who this was, and even if you did think it was a bit of fun to play cat and mouse with this person, you didn't care too much about it.

friends told you to get the police involved once it began to get personal. the reason that at first you thought this was an admirer was because these gifts started off as innocent and like just simple gifts. small things like asking your coworkers to give you some flowers, like sweet quotes from classic romances left at the café you visit ever other day. but slowly they became more and more disturbing, atleast to other people. it went from getting these small things on the outside of your life to everything becoming more personal, private and real.

you'd find these gifts inside your apartment, with scarily realistic details about you and your day as if they were personally watching you go about your life. they became stalkerish, and it no longer felt like something as innocent as a crush from far away.

you had gone to your college classes one day, finding that you had a substitute. you were glad, you never liked your professor. he was stuck up, and always gave off this impression that he thought he was simply better than everyone. you had expressed your dislike of him out loud to your friends many times, he was likely the worst teacher you had ever had in your entire education. although no one was aware of why he was not there that day, as he always made it a point to remind everyone of how important punctuality was, there were slightly gruesome rumors going around. ones of his death, a murder, a car crash, etc.

you remembered going home from college, finding food on your table. it had plastic wrap covering it, and it contained some sort of meat, it was still warm. it was evidence that it had not been too long since they had left, and it was a food with some sort of meat in it, and it came with a note, a question, " have you heard of shakespeares 'merchant of venice'?". you felt as if it was an indirect threat.

how could you eat something from this person? it could have been drugged, poisoned, or whatever else this psycho could have thought up. whether it was safe to eat or not, the gifts and notes were enough, and you wouldn't be able to function normally knowing you digested something from this stalker. something in you told you to eat it, the lack of any note putting you off. it was the most reasonable to not eat it and to throw it away, and you weren't that driven to insanity by this creep to the point of you actually thinking it'd be alright to eat. but even then, you couldn't shake this feeling off.

it was then that it occurred to you. snapping open your laptop, you searched for any recent murders or deaths in your area. and you weren't surprised when you saw the face of your professor. you scanned through the short descriptions, finding that a pound of flesh had been carved out.

now, what did he expect you to do with a pound of human flesh in your apartment? did he expect you to do something specific? maybe you should thrown it out, or even eaten it for gods sake. what options did you have, knowing you have a part of your murdered professor on your table? having this in your apartment was too much of a risk, and throwing it out wasn't ideal either, and there was no way in fucking hell you'd eat it yourself.

you waited till it was night, shoved on your coat and some gloves, put the 'food' in a plastic bag, and unlocked the door. you pushed it open, locking it behind you as you got out of the building. there was a specific area a few roads away, with lots of rabid dogs. you speed walked, not for the sake of no one seeing but because you wanted this to be over and dealt with.

there were many of them, and they barked and became visibly aggressive at the sight of you approaching. you sighed, pulling out the food from the bag. you took off the plastic wrap, and they became energetic at the smell and look of meat. you took a good few steps back as they got closer and closer to the plate, watching the meat be demolished within seconds.

you never really liked that professor anyway.

it became more like the behaviour of a stalker, a product of obsession. once you became aware of this change in behaviour, you began to wait it out, and in case you were being watched when you received these gifts, you tried to look as uninterested as possible. you weren't even sure if it was a change in behaviour, or if they planned to get worse and worse like this from the beginning. you decided to see if they would loose interest if you yourself seemed uninterested and unresponding.

there was the danger of angering them, but you decided to simply see where it would all go. at this stage, you were aware that the police were not a good option. you studied law and criminology, and this felt like some personal preparation for your planned field of work. if you couldn't figure this out yourself, could you even be sure you would able to proudly get a job where you would deal with psychopaths like this? although, you knew there was a line that you shouldn't cross, which was actively pursuing this person intentionally. you were aware that it was dangerous enough to go into this alone, if this truly was some sort of psycho.

once aware of them going to lengths like breaking into your apartment, you hid all these little things they gave you. excluding the few times you felt like you were being watched, where you threw away the notes you'd find due to how you decided to seem uninterested. there were dangers to this plan that you knew would come as consequences for playing around with this stalker like them becoming for eager, leading to even worse things they would do to try and get a reaction.

you were truly torn, but you were intrigued, and it outweighed your fear. when putting these gifts and notes and the circumstances and order in which you received them together, excluding the indirect gestures and acts done for you, the small hints, details and motives behind these individual things screamed at you that this wasn't some everyday obsessed stalker. they were too thought into, too planned out and calculated for someone of a mediocre intelligence.

but johan? he was enjoying every moment. he knew you had figured something out, that you became aware that there was some bigger motive behind this facade of an innocent admirer. johan may not be like a cliché admirer from the novels, but admire you he did. he loved watching your calculating eyes, he could practically see the cogs clicking and turning in your brain whenever you received one of his gifts. one of the many things he loved about you was your intelligence and your perspective on particular things. it was unique, and he would kill for a conversation like that with you. but it wasn't time yet, and he had to be patient before he could physically talk to you.

love is a strange thing for him. someone like him can't love, not really. but he can obsess, he can observe, he can analyse, and he can desire. and that was a fine substitute for love, but if he could love, he would for you. he was aware of your plan to act indifferent, as if this all held no place in your mind or thoughts, but johan isn't someone who you can shake off. he found it funny that you thought you could.

his favourite 'present' to you was likely the food. it was what would decide whether he would leave you alone, for the moment, or if he would continue this sick stalking obsession. if you ate, he would leave you alone. nothing would happen to you, besides the fact that you would have unknowingly consumed human flesh. if you had simply thrown it away, like any normal person, he would leave you alone. but it all depended on your reaction, and if it pleased him enough.

if you knew this, you would undoubtedly have taken the risk of throwing it away somewhere, along with if you thought it was normal food. hence the mention of shakespeares play. your reaction pleased him exceedingly so, and he had no intention of ending this little game just yet. you had proved you were worth his time and obsession, so he would get to you eventually.

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#johan liebert x reader #monster #anime #manga #monster x reader #the nameless monster #yandere #stalker #fanfiction #monster x gender neutral reader #monster anime #johan liebert #johan x reader

[ddarker-dreams]

Zufriedenheit. Yan Johan x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, Johan is ruthless but so is Reader tbh... Word count: 2.1k.

“I’ve noticed something most peculiar.”

If Johan is a hypnotist, he requires no pocket watch; his melodious voice is enough to seduce the mind and body alike. The inflection of his sentence portrays an openness for dialogue that you know to be teasingly deceitful. You think he prepared two paths depending on if you chose to respond or if you thought better of it, regardless; he’s equipped, while you are left defenseless.

“You have been a subject of my observation for some time,” he relays the information your intuition whispered. The shadows your peripherals caught in the night have eyes, it would warn you. What a fool you were not to listen. “And in that time… a certain tendency of yours became evident.”

Light in the morning is always the softest.

He stands a few paces ahead, his back turned to you, his hands folded. He moves aside heavy velveteen drapes to invite in more light, the sudden illumination forcing you to squint while your eyes adjust. People dot the busy streets below in a rush to get to work. He’s always had a penchant for watching over regular life, never commenting, always ruminating. Which leads you to a question with which no answer could satisfy.

What is worse: when Johan is silent, or when he speaks?

“You like to be of service to others.”

It’s a complete thought that you feel little motivation to supplement. This conversation has already been exhausted, to the point revisiting the subject further dissuades your appetite. The untouched pastries on your plate are looking less and less desirable by the second. What does catch your eye, however, is a silver gleam. A knife that room service so diligently provided.

One for you — just not one for him. For in the eyes of society, he does not exist.

He’s waiting for a response this time. Your irritation is further exacerbated by the cheap, instant coffee you’ve downed two cups of, the beverage dialing your senses up to eleven. His deliberate decision to welcome in direct sunlight confirms that he’s well aware of your sensitivity but cares little for it. Unfortunately for you, today’s mood must err toward provocation. Your least favorite divination for the dowsing rod to fall on.

“We’ve established that,” is your response. You sniffle, finding it terribly cold in here. Winter could find a rival in hotel air conditioners.

“Yes, we have,” he agrees. In the window’s reflection, you realize he’s staring at you. Anyone else would look away should they be caught in the act. Not him. His gaze remains. “Tell me why that is again.”

You sigh. It’s better to lay things down on your own terms so that he can’t spin his take without meeting resistance. While you might get splinters from dismantling his loom, the alternative of leaving it unscathed is far worse.

“We live in a world where there is an immense disparity between those who have and those who don’t. I feel it’s the duty of those who have the means to help, to help. I just want to do my part in that. I’d be a hypocrite if I felt this way while doing nothing.”

“And are you not a hypocrite in other ways?”

“I’m sure I am,” you shrug. “Everyone is, if they’re being honest about it.”

“Even me?”

You can tell he’s smiling from the tone of his voice. It’s a gesture you don’t reciprocate.

“I don’t know. To be a hypocrite, you must first believe in something with a firm conviction. But you…” you take a deep breath, wondering if your next words would be better left unsaid, “... You believe in nothing. So no. I don’t think you are a hypocrite.”

“Coming from a morally upstanding person such as yourself, that’s quite the compliment.”

It’s a purposefully cheap shot that you can’t work up the energy to get offended over. He doesn’t want your offense, you’re far past the point of assuming his dubious intentions to be that straightforward. You long for the misguided days when you clenched that notion to your chest as if it were a prized treasure. No, what he wants is nothing as simple and easy to comprehend as earning your indignation. That would just make too much sense — give you something to work with.

For what he truly wants is more troubling than anything you could possibly fathom. 

“Surely, you didn’t rehash this topic just to say that.”

“Indeed not. It was helpful to reestablish your worldview so I know I’m not being hasty in my next judgment.”

Johan is lying without making an effort to conceal it. While he is setting the scene, it’s not for his sake, but for yours. Hidden beneath the veneer of niceties is a viper that strikes at the heel. Slow is the venom he injects, so that you might experience the malaise to its fullest. Anything less than that would be a mercy from him.

“One more question, then I’ll leave you to eat your breakfast in peace.”

Also a lie. Where Johan went, peace never followed, it was the antithesis to his nature. You were amazed he was capable of uttering the word without going up in flames. You nod, not that it makes any difference, he’s going to see his designs brought to life no matter what fight you do or don’t put up.

“Would you say it’s wrong to help others if you’re ultimately doing it for your own benefit?”

Out of all the questions Johan has posed, this might be the easiest.

“Yes, I would.”

There’s mirth dancing in his eyes. Not the innocuous kind that most people are familiar with, but a twisted, sinister rendition, that you liken to a hunter who found its prey caught in a trap set days prior. What little sits in your stomach threatens to crawl back up. You take a sip of lukewarm water to discourage it.

“I’m afraid you are a hypocrite then, based on your definition of the word,” he almost sounds genuinely apologetic at forcing you to face this revelation. “Since if we’re being honest, you and I — you do want something in return. Just not in a material form.”

He turns to confront you directly. It’s remarkable how a voice so soft could penetrate deeper than any knife. You lose your ability to meet his gaze, dropping it downward, examining every dip and groove of your now cold breakfast. He approaches with a calm gait, taking the time to pull his chair out and settle across from you.

Johan rests his elbows on the table, leans forward, and steeples his fingers. He rests his chin atop them. “It gives you a sense of belonging you couldn’t earn from your own merit. You, who is average at everything, yet excels in nothing.”

It’s fitting that his eyes are ocean blue. For he is a riptide that so many have drowned in, when they make the mistake of fighting back and exhausting themselves.

“Who would choose to keep you around if you had nothing tangible to offer them? You rush to aid the fortunate just as much as you do the unfortunate. By making them laugh, or flattering them, you cement your place by their side. A place that you must know to be in competition for. Should anyone come by that fulfills your duty better, you wouldn’t be discarded, oh no. You would be forgotten altogether. No effort would be made to throw you away.”

You stand up.

Though you might tower over him in height from this position, it is still he who looks down at you. You think about the alluring knife resting an arm’s length away. The door that he never keeps locked, as he is confident you won’t walk out. He wouldn’t move to stop you even if you did. Not when he knows you’ll come right back.

Johan wants to show you the total collapse of this world — you want to prove there is something in it worth saving.

In the same way Abraham beseeched his God to spare the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, you too seek to challenge Johan’s total disregard for human life, on the grounds that each person has inherent value. There is no legal recourse you could seek against him. He is a ghost, sand that falls through the sieve of the law. His many wicked acts have no documentation. No method to corroborate besides a few rumors and records wiped clean from the planet.

For some reason or another, he has allowed your meddling presence to remain where others have been reduced to bloodstains on pavement. Perhaps it started as mere amusement. A way for him to occupy his time in between major events, an outlet where he could show his true, hideous nature. No one would believe you. At times, you find it difficult to believe yourself.

Taking deep breaths, you hear the thrum of your heart die down. It’s a slow and agonizing process. Your head feels light but your resolve is heavy.

Feeling that the reigns to your body have been returned to their rightful owner, you sit back down.

“You don’t have the complete scope of things. All you have is conjecture.”

“Is that so?”

He sounds genuinely curious. Johan doesn’t want to destroy you so much as he wants to deconstruct you — this is proven by how he pauses his verbal onslaught to gauge your reaction. Whether it be a soft spot for you, or, more realistically, an unspoken acknowledgment that not letting you speak your piece is the same as admitting you have a point.

“The way you phrase things makes it out to be more heinous than it actually is,” you start nibbling at your danish. “Of course people want those who they surround themselves with to have some use, but I’d argue it’s subconscious for most. We’re a social species. We wouldn’t have progressed past the Stone Age if not for the instinct to band together.”

You swallow the sweet, flaky treat. “What you’re describing is friendship. In the same way you can make anything sound bad depending on how you describe it, I can put my own positive spin on things.”

“Maybe there have been times where I was over-eager to earn the approval of others. So what? If I’m aware of that fault of mine, that means I can improve it. I like making people smile. I like making people laugh. I want to show others their worth,” you nod, slowly, full of conviction. “Yes… that does set me up for being a hypocrite at times. I can live with it if it means I’m set apart from people like you.”

Johan closes his eyes.

“Do you think this is enough to convince me?”

You feel the inquiry is pointed more toward your overarching goal than this specific argument.

“No. I won’t count myself satisfied until you walk into a police station and confess to each and every one one of your crimes,” you reply. The pastry is gone but your ravenous appetite is not. “That’s when I’ll know I convinced you. Not a moment sooner.”

He appraises you after hearing this.

Johan extends his hand across the table, his palm up, silently urging you to give him yours. You stare at the outstretched invitation warily. He won’t force you to go along with his whims — to do so would mean going against a silent agreement you both somehow arrived at — so you consider the prospects.

Your decision comes not long after.

His cold fingers wrap around yours to secure their prize, the touch no more aggressive than a breeze too soft to make the flowers sway. He lifts your hand and moves it in the direction you gravitated toward in your darkest moments. 

Over the knife you don’t dare touch, even when your meals call for it.

“You could always put an end to things yourself, [First],” it’s rare he speaks your name. It’s even rarer he says it like that, without superficial charm dripping from each syllable. “You once asked me if I had a heart. I’ll let you cut me open and see for yourself.”

Your fingers twitch yet they deny the impulse.

“That’d be letting you off too easy,” you decide. “Besides… I’m not a doctor. I’ll let one of them check in my stead.”

For some reason or another, this comment amuses him greatly, an inside joke that has shoulders shaking as he laughs.

He squeezes your hand once and pulls away.

"There’s always mine. I’ll have to ask him to let you know.” 

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[drearyrie]

primary reason of teaching myself how to draw is so i could self-insert to my favorite series

SO, to ride along that enjoyment, if some of you wouldn't mind being my muse, then i'll be more than glad to yassify u in monster universe :D (u can include a canon character beside you along the way, so long as it's not a complicated pose)

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[ranposbabe]

The Last Dance

pairing: johan liebert x fem!reader

summary: Johan will always keep his eyes on you even when you dance with another

warnings: established relationship, Johan being Johan, y/n is in on Johan’s “plans”

The room was filled with the booming sound of music along with plenty of chatter amongst the many guests.

You had been dancing with some random gentlemen for some time.

You didn’t particularly care for who he was you just simply wanted a dance and you knew well to not expect one from Johan.

As the gentlemen spun you around your eyes constantly locked with Johan’s as if t man dancing with you wasn’t even there.

As the music quickened so did the pace asnd suddenly did you lose sight of Johan but that alone made you quickly sober along with the fast spinning.

Suddenly the room was filled with screams of horror instead of the constant laughter.

All the people scattered like mad cowardly pushing each other escape to taste freedom. All but you and Johan. You were fast to abandon your dance partner but not for the same selfish reason as others. You spotted him instantly in the madness as people ran by. By now the room was completely empty and the sound of music was replaced by the crackling of the flames.

The room was set ablaze. Far too early for your liking. You just knew Johan purposely sped up the evening.As smoke nearly engulfed the entire room Johan walked towards you with a hand raised out. It was only then a pleased smile was evident on his face.

“Care to dance ?”

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[alternatimsnowfall]

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[jean0farc]

— Johan Liebert - NSFW Alphabet —

Discussion

Alright, so I finally made the decision to take on this challenge and put my creativity into work while making this.

Note that I am not very good with headcanons since I suck at character analysis myself (I lack basic comprehension skills).

I’m just relying on my luck hoping there’ll be people who can relate to these headcanons of mine.

Though I don’t consider Johan to be big or standing out on the topic of romance and sex, it wouldn’t hurt to explore how he’d be like if he ever succumbed to these feelings.

I headcanon Johan as aro-ace, but since sex or having sexual thoughts/fantasies are a part of human nature, I wanted to write this in the RARE scenario where he succumbs to these feelings.

Perhaps someone strikes his fancy in order for him to give two fucks about them—to a point where it starts to affect him physically, emotionally, and mentally.

The possibilities are endless.

So without further ado, here’s the NSFW alphabet indeed, and if Johan is quite OOC here, don’t mind it. I forgot most of the things that happened in the show anyway.

NSFW under the cut!

NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I personally have this headcanon that after sex, Johan is a pillowtalker at heart. By definition, pillowtalking is an act of exchanging private conversations, intimate and deep ones. Especially in bed.

When he’s not manipulating someone to committing suicide using guilt, he spends his time communicating with his partner about what he likes (and dislikes) about them, or what he feels about the world. He’s being fairly honest with how he feels, though he masks it as something humorous and lighthearted, but still frightening to his partner.

No, he doesn’t have dark humor, but he’d be the type to talk to you about something controversial and ask your opinion of it. Scenarios like that.

If his partner fell asleep afterwards, he would leave a short letter indicating that he catered to what they needed before leaving, and for some reason, write light possessive content that have this “I’d kill for you” type of vibe.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His and their eyes. The eyes are basically a window to one’s emotions. Johan has high emotional intelligence, and can see through how people feel. Granted, he usually doesn’t feel guilt or remorse for manipulating orphans, so he’d probably use your eyes as an advantage to target you.

Also, this may be OOC, but hands. He doesn’t connect with many people besides his sister and Dr. Tenma, so being able to “connect” his body to yours mainly has to do with hands. He’s not big on physical touch, but at the rare moment, he probably is touch starved like any other human being would be, and will usually be the one initiating it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is pretty thin compared to other thick liquids that come from other men.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He collects a stash of mementos (that remind him of his person of interest) to jerk off to. He’s personally fond of keeping memories and storing them in a secret drawer with a lock so people won’t be able to access them. He’s quite possessive in a rather soft way.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I personally think he has little experience with sex. He doesn’t yearn for someone physically that easily, considering he isn’t easily swayed by external advances like seduction and flirting. Instead, he’d manipulate them back.

That being said, he might be a virgin.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I’m sure whatever his partner wants goes. But if there was something he’d normally go for, it would be missionary. (I know, it sounds vanilla as fuck)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He keeps it balanced. He can be humorous when they’re trying things out, experimenting.

But when he’s close, I’m sure he gets serious in a rather calm way, murmuring sweet nothings on his partner’s ear as he’s about to bust a load of nut from deep within.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t one to be conscious about body hair, but imo he does shave in case something between him and the person of interest happens. He doesn’t keep a purely shaved cock, however, perhaps just a quick trim.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not very romantic in a sense, but he occasionally dabs in with emotional support once in a while.

I personally thought of the “I was born to smother you with flowers” line and thought….maybe he could actually have a knack for sweet nothings and charming little messages, verbal and written.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He starts jacking off slow and gently, but it soon evolves into something slightly rough in rare cases. Though he isn’t a rough, brute man with no manners, his patience can get tested if he doesn’t come faster.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don’t know if stalking is considered a kink but if it is then he has it, with his role being the stalker in this case.

Other than that, he doesn’t have much interest in unusual sexual situations making him quite vanilla.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In his house, or his partner’s house. If he’s feeling lucky, then the library.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

People’s psyche.

Analyzing his person of interest is what turns him on, what makes him feral and craving for more.

The urge to manipulate and guilt trip drives him crazy to the point of wanting to ruin them, emotionally and sexually.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being touched, kissed, or held without consent.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He mainly prefers giving, even though he doesn’t have much experience and skill. Just like how he initiates conversation smoothly, he’d be able to carefully analyze what you want, and give it to you based on your body language (he is very good at analyzing people’s thought and emotional patterns).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. Anything fast, stiff, or aggressive turns him off.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Johan doesn’t like them. He likes to take his time dissecting an individual if he ever plans on sleeping with them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is game to experiment and take risks, but does it with precise control over his emotions. He doesn’t raise his voice and lash out if something goes wrong, but will do everything in his will to fix things.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He personally goes for one to two rounds. Not because he lacks the stamina, but because he grows bored and doesn’t feel the need to pursue or fulfill his sexual needs. His sexual needs don’t last, and are very fickle. He can be subject to not continuing if he gets tired.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Personally, I don’t think he has the interest to pursue buying a toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Expect him to tease you in every way possible. He’ll edge you completely without regret, testing how much you can take before you can just give in and cum at his will.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He moans softly like a young man would, since his voice is pretty high-pitched. He gasps on the occasional note, even going as far as to scream like that scene where he fainted in the library.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He enjoys whispering filthy things to his partner’s ear, mostly backhanded compliments and talking about threatening them playfully. He enjoys adding fuel to the fire even when it’s highly unnecessary given the situation.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Basically nothing much, except for a boner that arises when aroused at a mentally stimulating situation.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Usually low. He doesn’t yearn or crave for sex like how I stated in the beginning, mostly refusing advances out of the many people who fancy him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Barely. He would rather continue doing other things like reading a book, sending an e-mail, but he isn’t the type to sleep right after as he prefers to keep an open eye on his person of interest.

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[niilue]

Yooooooo congrats on your 1k!<3

Lemme request for a drabble: male reader with johan(monster) + prompt no.24 + size difference and praise kink

‧₊˚⊹ sub johan liebert x top!male reader

prompt: "you look so cute when you're excited"

cw; dom reader, male reader, size differenxe, praise kink, johan wearing lingerie, mention of kill? words; 564 1k event

johan moved over your bulge, jumping up and down and moving his hips sensually. you could feel the wetness of the two of you penetrating the fabric of the underwear.

johan was wearing thin pink lace panties where you could still see his penis peeking through the fabric as strands of pre-semen ran down the fabric.

the blond's cheeks were flushed, sweat was pouring down his bare chest and he was biting his lips hard trying to silence the obscene sounds that wanted to come out of his mouth.

on top of you johan looked so helpless and small, he was so thin that compared to you he felt like he was disappearing. every time you fucked him and took him by the waist the difference was so big, but fuck he knew how to take you so well no matter the difference in size.

"you look so cute when you're excited" you said caressing his beautiful face, he pressed his cheek to your hand and you could almost hear him purring.

after he was rubbing himself all over you for a while it seemed he was desperate enough to take off your clothes, and start sucking you like never before.

"you always taste so good (name), i love your cock." johan said in a soft tone between sucking and sucking. your cock barely fit in his mouth. but the blond managed to swallow it all even when it made him nauseous.

you felt your cock grow in his mouth. he held it between his lips looking at you seductively as he tapped it on his face. "johan, you always satisfy me so well." you mentioned loving the image of the smiling boy with your cock in his mouth.

after a while of sucking you johan was more than ready to fuck.

he took your cock and without much effort he slipped it inside his pink entrance. he held on to your abdomen to get in and out.

"fuck, you are so wet for me, love." 

johan started to self penetrate harder. now unable to silence his moaning. he was mentioning how big you were and that you were always hitting his prostate together, making him drool so much.

you took him by the waist and helped him improve his erratic movements.

"very good johan, like this, move like this... aahg!" you moaned seeing how well johan's ass was moving on you, moving in circles, not coming out completely and then sinking back in hard on you.

"hmmp... you always get so hard when i ride you (name)."

you felt your cock throbbing, you couldn't do anything about it, johan was driving you crazy and he knew it, he knew how to take advantage of you."

"namename, cum inside me.... i-i need it." he whimpered as he began to desperately thrust, the sounds of their collisions were so obscene, their fluids mingling, and both of them moaning.

johan looked like someone else with his mouth open, tongue lolling and drooling, eyes watering and rolling.

the panties still decorated the side of your ass, he was so desperate he couldn't even take them off, which made it all the more erotic.

"so good, so good." he whimpered, taking one of his hands and locking it around your neck. so sadistic.

“i hope you're not trying to kill me while you're fucking me so good, johan."

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