#yandere johan

[jean0farc]

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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

[cheesecakethots]

reserved yans that wait inside your home for you to come back from a late night out.

you unlock your door, stepping inside and shivering, goosebumps forming on your arms. you could’ve sworn you had shut all the windo-?

you feel a chest press against your back, and before you can scream a wet rag is held over your face, while another arm wraps around your waist, holding you impossibly closer to the intruder.

you shriek under the cloth, but it comes out like more of a pathetic whimper.

a pair of lips brush against your ear, “shh, shh,” the intruder murmurs softly, as your eyes slowly close and your body grows limp, right into their awaiting arms.

(johan, chrollo, nanami, quanxi)

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[nakajisaeko]

Monster: Johan Liebert Headcanons

Art belongs to respectful owners, although please check my likes, I believe the artist is in there. Warning, not very good at headcanons, so please point something out.

Johan is NOT the romantic type. Sure, he may be romantic in how he fantasizes his goals & philosophy on life, but he isn't interested in love nor anyone.

So why did he take an interest in you?

You could be out on a walk, reading on a bench, eating at a cafe, or even visiting the museums, & he'll always be there, watching you.

You did speculate that someone was stalking you, but you shrugged it off at first.

That was until you met him...

Johan isn't your typical yandere guy like any other. He was gentle & kind. Though he was concerned about your whereabouts, he wasn't the overprotective kind of person.

He let you wander freely & even allowed you to leave the country if you wanted. But he always made sure you had his contact info just in case something happened.

Referring back to what I previously said, Johan is not the romantic type. So, anything going beyond distance, like touch, is a big no.

The only time he would touch you is if he was holding your hand or moving a strand of hair out of your face. No cheek kisses or even intercourse. Maybe a few hugs here & there, but that is all.

If he had to choose, of the Five Love Languages, I think it would be Words of Affirmation.

Being the bookworm he is, he had to search through dictionaries for hours, even months, to find a positive word or maybe even a romantic one.

Most of what he would say would be compliments on your outfits or maybe just your personality. Or maybe, just the beauty of what he'd discovered was your morbid mind.

He rarely calls you any nicknames, but when he does, its either just your actual (or not actual) name, or "Darling" or "Flower" (I had to look some up XD)

Once again, referring back to what I previously said, Johan is not the typical yandere. He doesn't lock you inside, tie you up, or even abuse you.

You may find him a bit eerie, but you trust him so much because of how different he seems from other people you've met.

Plus, he didn't kidnap you, especially by force, you accepted his invitation into his life by free will.

The only concern though is that he likes to seem to brainwash you a lot. If he's not in a good mood, he'll most likely just make you feel bad about yourself or even manipulate you. Either then that, he always keeps that smile on his face & it makes your heart melt, even with those loving, bluebell eyes.

You may not be his wife, lover, or girlfriend, even having a platonic relationship with him, but being a very close friend of his is the best gift you could ever receive from someone like him.

#johan liebert x reader #yandere johan #johan liebert headcanons #yandere monster x reader #monsteranime #yandere monster #yandere johan liebert #johan liebert

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

I don’t remember if you’ve done this before but johan bathing his darlin as a request please :)

He enjoys having someone to do mundane things with and live with, but he sometimes feels like an outsider looking in--like a monster in a human skin, watching and acting like a human without being one quite yet.

Darling can never tell what he's thinking when he looks at them with that little smile. He's always gentle, including whenever he joins them for a bath. His skin is flawless like a doll's, but he prefers the little flaws and imperfections on Darling's body. He likes hearing the story behind every little mark or scar or freckle or cut.

He's still a bit terrifying whenever he's in the bath, just because he's so...well, he's Johan. He'll be chatting quietly or silently rubbing circles into your skin and you'll feel at peace, but only until you remember he's a murderer and a monster. If he decided that life was meaningless again and so were you, he could drown you or slip drugs into your tea or slit your throat with a razor. And something about him being so gentle and soft spoken makes it even worse somehow.

He likely would not initiate anything sexual, since imo he doesn't have a high sex drive (he actually prefers just watching Darling touch themselves and when he does have sex, he likes cockwarming them and waiting a long time before actually doing anything to make himself cum). He prefers the intimacy of being naked and intertwined with Darling in the water, sharing the warmth with them.

#.johan #.monster #yandere johan #yandere monster #johan prefers just being naked and embracing Darling over actual like. sex #he just likes being one with them #.myshit

[ophelian-darling]

OMG YOU WRITE FOR MONSTER NOW!? The first post i read from you was about what type of darling giorno likes and oh my lord was it amazing. The way you wrote it and the sophistication of that post matched giorno so well and the dialogue "Please stay my innocent amore forever" was just 💕❤️ (i will absolutely steal that lmao)

anyways can i ask for general headcannons for yandere johan liebert? Anything you want to write about him is perfectly fine!

Link of Giorno's post

TW: Obsession, emotional abuse, Murder threat.

enjoy ♡

The paradox of an existence is what paints Johan in a perfect light : the calm, comely curve of his lips masks all of the convulsing twistification under his pale skin. Similarly to an ocean, His comportment appears lovely to the eye, even a bit of depth under his eyes unfolds a picturesque image of a midnight chasm and a visible wisdom. However, the beauty and curiosity of exploring more discolors into a monstrosity and terror with each dive; showing an endless abyss of Nietzschean horrors. The lovely smile of his becomes a twist of depravity and never been a man so sane yet so insane all at once.

Shadows danced within his head, casting a distorted light with every move they made. It would sound unbelievable; but he really filled his imagination with paintings of you: sometimes shapeless, at other times blurry, But there was one detail that remained. 

Your lips; the wonder of them. Johan never had the capacity to think of someone in a particular manner -Other than connecting directly to his demise- yet he thought of your features more than he should. Every little detail was mesmerizing in his eyes; the blood drops in your lips, the contour of them and how they form to your emotions so lively. Unlike him, you were able to taste glimmering joys and dim sorrows, savor life as it is, not drowning in some of an anarchic pit of despair and conflict; and that made him crave some of the warmth you had.

Johan is completely calm around you, His posture plays perfectly and complies to his acting, acting that role of a good man around others and a good friend of yours (although these words of friendship or romance meant nothing to him, 'friend' wasn't correct, more like a sculptor and his muse) and coffining the monster away from others- you specifically. He doesn't want his Obsession and maladive affinity to surface and scare you away- at least not yet, not in a time when you could run away from him easily. 

Dreaming of being embraced and melted into you, or even having each other belong together and as one -like a Shadow and an Anima-  dwelled in him so many nights. Maybe he can regain his sentiment again? experience normality or maybe… take your own name? It didn't matter how, what was important that you were his salvation from the cruelty of everything. 

He has a way with words: not like a formal sparker or a reckless lover, but of a poet. Johan flows his speech as sweetly as honey and as softly as a rose petal, tugging at anyone's heartstrings with a warm feeling. When in flirtation, his words come out Cloudy; a thin string between Coquetry and Courtesy. However, When you receive that small billet-doux on your door, your heart is immediately pierced. 

You've never seen someone in a romantic light (minus some short-lived fixations) and you were almost sure that no one was willing to make a move on you -at least that's what you concluded from all of your acquaintances friendly behavior- and here you were, re-reading the small note over and over again, absorbing the beautifully written words and inhaling its fragrant Aroma of flowers. you held the paper like a bundle of nerves, very gingerly and benignly. There was a tickling skip of your heartbeat; a sudden flow of feelings rushing out as the echo of the words calmed, never been so fluttered before.

"Beloved, Of Thy Smile I adore,

  As Pure as a Seraph, As Beautiful as a long Dream

   Of what darling Bud you've flourished?  Of what Angel you've been carved? 

A Memory filled with hues of a divine Beauty, a heart with a wound so sore

 Draws Thee in the pale moon, Kisses Thee under the warm Gleam

Thorns Hurt yet don't pain,

Take them As the sweetest antidote 

All Oblations for Thou never in Vain

For All joy and love on you I dote."

-Your Wounded Cupid, Johan.

You Are blessed. Never in a blue moon you've thought about your Capacity to lure someone else, let alone Johan Liebert himself. You'd burn the last candles of thought and wonder, only to end up with no answer: Why me of all the loveliest, savviest or highest people that he chose me? The questions would die down soon to be replaced with another blissful feeling, feeling that was alive and meant to die…

'Emotions' are just a set of false faces. He can wear and crawl under any role of a normal human effortlessly. Johan loves your smile as much as he counts your tears; creating a path to your heart by offering you the mimicry of warm affection and a color of what Love appears as. You smile back- and that's a hope for a monster like him.

What is the meaning of a family? or a loved one? He asks you silently. He can't overlook that look of joy on your face whenever you spoke to a close person of yours, and it tugs something at his soul. Was Heaven the other people? He wants to ask as well; and wanting to hold your hand and go into the unknown, solaced that you'll be with him. The more he fixes his sight on your life, the more he comes to the realization that he can be your salvation as much as you're his. there is no need for others when you have him.

The peaceful world inside your mind crumbles apart, or better to say: reforms. Johan wouldn't say that everyone around you was evil out loud, he has just to expose the wickedness of others around you, how much they used you to their benefit, or twist their words and create the worst scenarios in your head… He didn't corrupt you for his enjoyment, he was just keeping the Lily of a human in Heaven. 

The Sweet fall of an Angel. He's now delighted, even more delighted. The sheer happiness you used to show faded into the clouds of despair; a crack through the rose-colored glasses broke its way through and through. Gorgeously Weak and beauteously Shattered, you're now left easy to be munched, chomped, gobbled and gulped; as to become one with him.

What affection meant to him: the absolute control and submission between two; dominion of the flesh and spirit in order to achieve the perfect union, and so he did. He's always been obsecure as Chaos, If never in a cruel way.

He was everything alluring and gruesome; a chiaroscuro painting of an Angel and a Devil, cruel to be kind, and kind to be cruel. Everytime you thought you catched a thread to pull in his persona, more tangles would unwrap. In other words, he wasn't one to be understood. 

Johan Contradicts his honeyed words in cruel actions: He can simply Call you the prettiest thing as he aims a bullet at you, taking delight at the sight of your cascading tears or the sound  of your incisioning sobs, at other times, He plants warm kisses on your hands and face, lacing his lips with venomous letters and twisting sayings, wanting to see the broken look on your face yet again, or maybe a pearl of a tear from your eye. He doesn't -would never- hate you, it's just that you were pretty when you cried. 

You've lost all of your weapons and winning Cards from the beginning. There wasn't luck or skill enough to defeat him, and you ought to be the most knowledgeable of the reality through his eyes: there was no one in the world except of you two, no heaven or hell except when you're together, and no force that shall banish you from him.

"Suffer with me"

"I know not of a meaning except of your love" 

"We belong together" 

"Ich bin du, und du bist ich"

#glad you liked them ♡ #when someone compliments my writing: 💓↗️💓↗️💓↗️💓↗️ #feel free to quote anything i write! #yandere johan liebert #yandere johan #johan liebert #johan x reader #johan liebert x reader #monster is such a masterpiece why almost no one gives content about it??? #naoki urasawa's monster #he's really hard to write sorry if it's ooc #it's the first time i write a poem lol

[ashersanity]

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 frantically searching around for 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠’s whereabouts to hand them the missing homework they’ve missed from skipping class so much, no wonder they’re failing. Such a shame, if only they attended a bit more, they wouldn’t be roped into this mess by the teacher, forced to look for them. Finding them in the bathroom instead, mid pissing in one of the urinals.

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 : “Finally, there you are.”

Pssssssssssssss..

𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 sighing to themselves : “What do you want now, nerd.”

Pssssssssssssssssssss..

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 : “…”

Pssssssssssssssssssssssss..

𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 : “….”

Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 : “………………….”

Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..

𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 : “……………………….”

Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..

And so, the silence stretched on, leaving only the excruciating sound of pissing in the background as they stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, yet mere seconds.

𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 who’s turned red by now : “What the fuck is it!!?”

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 : “I’m here to hand you the homework you missed.”

𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 couldn’t help but wonder if 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 was staring at their dick. The thought flusters them, but truly they were just intentionally trying to make them uncomfortable by being silent. Freak.

#this is just johan and whitney’s dynamic #thought of them while doing this #im thinking about them a whole lot more lately #sloppily making out.. #what #who said that #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #reader x character #x male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #top gn reader #dom gn reader #x gn reader #asher getting.. ideas!

[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.”

#johan liebert x reader #johan x reader #monster x reader #naoki urasawa's monster #yandere johan x reader #yandere x reader #yandere johan liebert x reader #yandere monster x reader #my stuff

[ranposbabe]

(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…

#x reader #reader insert #anime and manga #johan #johan liebert x reader #johan liebert #monster anime #yandere #anna liebert #dr tenma #yandere johan liebert x reader #yandere x reader #johan liebert x y/n #johan x reader #naoki urusawa's monster

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE SEUNG EUN HAN(JOHAN SEONG) HEADCANONS

I feel so bad for what he has to go through, he does NOT deserve whatever he has to go through 

You'd meet Johan Seong when his dog Eden would run off from him as usual. He was hunting for Eden as usual when he spotted him with you, you were petting his head and stroking his ears as Johan smiled softly to himself, glad to see that Eden was okay and he struck up a conversation with you. The two of you would talk for a while and Johan would be lying if he said he didn't like your company. He actually liked spending time with you and wanted to spend more time with you, which was something he didn't feel since a long time. He wants to know more about you however his mind will be telling him to cool it for the time being. He's quite disappointed even when he doesn't show it that you have to leave, he wishes he could spend more time with you and get to know you better 

He wouldn't exactly fall in love at first sight, he doesn't believe in the whole love at first sight thing and has a rather logical outlook on the world. With his mom's blindness and his decreasing sight, he knows the only way to survive in the world is if he gets stronger and has power. Falling in love was the last thing he'd ever wanted, so why was his heart racing wildly against his chest and his face felt warm and flushed whenever he kept seeing you? Perhaps he was getting sick...that could be the reason, he isn't supposed to fall in love. He'll keep denying his feelings for you at first but when he sees you with someone else he'll get really cranky and annoyed. Why the HELL are you hanging with some other random dude when you have him by your side? Is this a way of telling him that he's not good enough for you or something? You should have known you're supposed to be by HIS side since the day you've met Eden and him 

He has abandonment issues and trust issues, a LOT. He'll do extensive research on your likes and dislikes and your personality and he'll have your habits memorized too. He literally BLENDS in with the shadows of the night which makes it easier for him to stalk you and tail you whenever you're going back to your house. He'll end up breaking into your house as well at some point maybe when you're away or something. He'll take in every single detail of your room and ensure Eden doesn't mess up your room. His eyes will land on the pictures of you with your friends and his expression will darken slightly. He doesn't care if they're people from your past but he does hope you're in contact with them any longer, else he'll have to make a few house calls 

He'll take a few 'souvenirs' for himself as well, not major things which you would realize would be missing, small things like your pens, pencils, your favorite lip gloss so he can imagine what it would be like to kiss those beautiful soft lips of yours...He has insecurities as well, he's worried you'll leave him like everyone else one day and that can't happen. The thought of losing you scares him, he can't lose you. He gets annoyed when someone else tries to steal you away from him, it just pisses him off to the core. Once you've left, he'll deal with that pest immediately by breaking their bones or just straight up murdering them. He shows NO mercy to those lousy scumbags who want to take you from him. The other day while you were speaking to one of the guys from your school, you didn't realize he was being too flirty with you and touchy with you, you failed to observe the slightly perverted look in his eyes but someone noticed it all right. A certain brown haired guy who always followed you around noticed it from the shadows, dressed in his usual black hoodie, white shirt and red sweatpants as his fists clenched till his nails dug into his skin 

After you left, Johan followed the guy back to his house and just as he was about to enter his house, he grabbed him by his hair and dragged him to the back of the alley nearby and slammed him against the wall as he warned him in a ominous tone to stay the hell away from you as he beat him unconscious to a bloody pulp. If he decides to ignore his words, he could always pay a night visit to get rid of him permanently. You have to hand it to him, he's determined when he wants to be. When he's determined to make you his in every way and manner possible, you better believe he's willing to do whatever the HELL it takes for that to happen. At frist he'll cleverly isolate you from your friends with slight emotional manipulation and guilt tripping from his side till you realize what's happening and it'll be too late for you to do anything 

Due to his insecurities and fears and all the immense paranoia of losing you, he'll kidnap you quicker than expected 

You'll wake up in his house and you'll be confused why Eden is with you, nuzzling his head against your hand. Johan would just calmly walk into the room and tell you what he did with a stoic look on his face while you'll be freaking out and panicking at what happened. He'll be slightly annoyed with you panicking, why are you getting scared? He's doing this for your own good, he's protecting you and saving you from every single thing that could potentially harm you. You should be glad, but he'll feel slightly bad when he sees you crying. He'll let out a soft sigh and grumble slightly as he'll wipe your tears with his thumb and caress your cheek softly and lovingly as he'll make some food for you. Don't think of abstaining yourself from eating or starving yourself, he'll just make you sit on his lap and feed you as he shoves mouthfuls of food into your mouth. You're eating one way or another and he'll make sure of that even if he has to FORCE you to eat and take care of yourself 

He's closed off and stoic around other people but he's like a hurt innocent child when he's around you. He feels like he can trust you, you've managed to tear down those barriers and walls caging his heart so it's a big deal when he starts telling you his feelings. When you hold him for the first time and hug him, it takes him all his will power and self control not to just tear up in your arms. He'll sigh in content as he'll pull you closer to him and bury his face in the nape of your neck. Yeah, whatever plans you've had afterwards will have to wait because once you're in his arms he'll refuse to let you go, clinging onto you like a leech or moss on the bottom of a rock 

Did I mention he was incredibly clingy too? He NEEDS to be around you, he'll hug you from behind whenever you're doing something. Even when you're sleeping he doesn't let you be, he'll be the big spoon as he pulls you closer to him to cuddle with you and he feels like he's protecting you from something. Just humor him unless you want to deal with him being sulky, grumpy and annoyed for the rest of the day. Literal embodiment of a puppy sometimes, with murderous pent up rage. Growing up, he didn't really have a lot of attention. He always had to shoulder responsibilities and he just needs someone to tell him they're proud of him and show him some affection. Even the slightest touch from you will send his mind into an overdrive and he'll start blushing and become flustered. He likes it when you pet his head and he likes giving you kisses on your head and your hand or nuzzling his cheek against yours. See, he does have his soft moments at times. He might not be able to afford really fancy and expensive stuff given with his mom's eye surgery but he's willing to buy and make small things for you to see you smile. Besides, it's the thought and the actions that counts more than the gifts in his opinion 

Don't escape from him for both of your sakes. If he returns back to find you gone, his dread and paranoia will start to settle in as he realizes his worst fear of losing you is coming true. However he'll compose himself as he's determined to find you no matter what. He'll have Eden track you down by identifying your scent and you can be DAMN sure he'll lead Johan to you. Johan will give you an icy glare as he drags you back home. Scream, kick, cry he doesn't care, he will not put up with your little temper tantrums. He won't hurt you physically but he'll yell at you for leaving him with tears running down his face, angry and hurt that you've betrayed him and he'll start with the guilt tripping of how Zack, his mother, everyone left him and how people like Gun took advantage of him to tug at your heart strings 

It will be quite a long time for him to trust you again. He'll calm down eventually but that doesn't mean you're off the hook either. He'll punish you by taking away your favorite items and FORCE you to cuddle with him every day till he's satisfied. You'll have to deal with him being suspicious and sulky for a while because of your little escape attempt. Every night he'll whisper in your ear about how you'll never be able to leave him. He doesn't feel guilty or bad even in the slightest that he's abducted you, he feels like it was necessary, you're HIS and only his. He's usually gentle and soft spoken towards you too. Under NO circumstances would he let you join God Dog, he doesn't want you fighting and getting hurt

He won't take it lightly when someone tries to take you from him. He'll deal with them quickly sending them to their literal death no matter who it is. He gets quite insecure of his eyes at times but his heart would melt when you comfort him about them which fuels his possessiveness towards you even more. Ultimately at the end of the day he just wants to come back to you, hug you and hold you in his arms and love you. Is that TOO much to ask? 

#yandere johan seong #yandere johan seong x reader #yandere johan seong oneshots #yandere johan seong imagines #yandere johan seong scenarios #yandere johan seong headcanons #dark johan seong #dark johan seong x reader #dark johan seong imagines #yandere seung eun han x reader #yandere seung eun han imagines #yandere lookism characters x reader #yandere lookism characters #yandere lookism x reader #yandere lookism #dark lookism characters x reader #dark lookism x reader #dark lookism characters #dark lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism

[lyomeii]

PATCHING (AND TAKING CARE OF )THEM

-> ft. bokuto (haikyuu); daniel park and johan seong (lookism); damian wayne and tim drake (dc comics);

KOUTARO BOKUTO

-> he got injured during training and made it a scandal. luckily you, the nekoma’s manager, was there to help him before it got worsen and since it was night, the others had already left the gym, leaving you and bokuto alone together.

-> his injuries wasn’t bad. a scrappy knee and a small cut on his hand, how did he get it? bokuto says he only remember the pain, so you keep focusing in getting him better for tomorrow.

-> bokuto was talking the entire situation or at least he tried. he often moved his knee or hand whatever you applied the remedies in the injuries, gaining a small scream of him and how much it hurt to feel the liquid in his injuries, making it difficult to help him.

-> he only stopped moving away when you promised a kiss if he didn’t move away anymore. that moment he become a statue and let you do the entire job without crying about it. In the end, he received that kiss you promised with such a big smile on his face.

DANIEL PARK

-> another day of getting beaten, daniel felt like trash and unfortunately, he knows that even moving away from Logan and began a new life with his two bodies, he can’t have the best in his original body.

-> he feels horrible knowing that he could easily avoid using his original body and live a better life, however he would lose you if he did it. you, the person, who made him gain the goal to get better.

-> arriving in seoul, you befriend him and took care of his injuries regardless of his appearance, you didn’t care about it and said that he is a nice person to have around. He is a fool to fall in love with you that moment! Daniel knows that and yet, it was the first time someone (not counting his mother) did something like that to him.

-> usually, you used to visit him at that convenience store and stay there with him for a few hours before taking a nap in the back, that was your little night routine. now that he streams, you sometimes make small appearances in his lives, mostly off screen since he is afraid to show you off, and now you two spend more time together.

JOHAN SEONG

-> he can’t afford to go to a hospital after getting injured during a fight, so he just layer down in alley, hoping to feel better when waking up and to move on with his scars.

-> surprise! that didn’t happen and johan wake up inside of a little house where he sees you taking care of him with gentle hands patching his injuries. he thought of running away and leaving this place rapidly as possible, yet having someone taking care of him is nice.

-> when you finish taking care of him, at least as much you could do as a teenager, you feed him of the leftovers from lunch and made extra food when realizing how starving he was. Johan expect you to ask for something in return, but you didn’t and gave him sandwiches before he left your house.

-> johan didn’t get why you did it, why did you help him? he is still asking himself that for a long time and probably will til the day he gain enough courage to approach you again instead of watching you from afar.

DAMIAN WAYNE

-> damian lied, he said that he would arrive earlier to play with alfred(the cat) at your side, but he didn’t and only got home after hours and hours of fighting crime in Gotham. that didn’t make you upset, that made you worry about him even more.

-> his usual black and green uniform is now drained red, full of cuts in body and he kept saying that is nothing, that a trained assassin knows how to take care of himself and yet, you keep crying to him to seat down and let him guide you to how to stitches in his back.

-> he was grateful of your best attempt on the stitches in his back, damian joked that you should become his personal doctor (you didn’t like that). as he expected, the bandages you put on him aren’t excellent, but still good for him heal correctly. He is happy to have someone like you at his side and he won’t ever let you go.

TIM DRAKE

-> he didn’t felt the stab at the moment and only realized when you screamed at him when he was doing a research in the batcave. you almost pass out for the amount of blood and tim almost jumped from your scream, however neither of that happened and you rushed to get the first kit aid.

-> it small and the stab didn’t got deep as you thought, making it easier to clean and patch tim. you are too focused to make him get better that you don’t notice how adorable you are, your toughest out of your mouth and how your hands hold him from moving away. Ah! He is lucky to have you in his life.

-> when done, you stood at his side, afraid that if you left him, his stitch would open and more blood would come out. In the other hand, tim knows that’s completely impossible to happen. He knew how precisely was his cut to know that wasn’t life threatening, he is a genius, yet you will never discover about it.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

#yandere headcanon #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #Damian Wayne x reader #Damian Wayne x you #tim drake x reader #yandere Tim drake #yandere Damian wayne #Johan seong #Johan seong x reader #yandere Johan seong #Daniel park x reader #yandere Daniel park #lookism x reader #yandere lookism #bokuto kotaro x reader #yandere bokuto kotaro

[cheesecakethots]

darling who can knit using the supplies johan’s given them as a distraction and making him a very ugly christmas jumper.

his eyes widen a little at the sight, and then a small, surprisingly soft, smile takes upon his lips.

you might notice him wearing it around quite a lot, after that.

#a bit of blood gets on it and he’ll be somehow quieter than usual #happy holidays #i have been very inactive recently which sucks #tw yandere #yandere #tw.yandere #yanderecore #yandere johan x reader #yandere johan liebert #yandere johan

[sl33paholics]

Omg Yandere Johan x Black fem reader would be so hottttt!

My Little Mouse

Johan Liebert x black!fem reader

Warning(s): Gaslighting, isolation, psychological warfare, manipulation, etc.

Mfw I still haven't finished the 2nd Valentine's day writing piece: 😧😧😧😧😨

You heard the sound of the door knob turning.

Your heart sank. The few hours of freedom you had is now gone, going back to sulking on your mattress like a child whose favorite toy was taken away. You could only hope that the guy who entered wouldn’t mind if you hid under the blankets.

No such luck.

You can hear his steps coming closer, and in just a few seconds, you feel the covers being lifted up, exposing your head to the cold air outside your apartment. Your eyes widened, and you buried your head as deep into the pillow as possible, hoping you were just enough to prevent him from seeing your face. But it wasn’t working. Johan's eyes were already locked on yours. “Ah, there you are,” he said with a smile, and you couldn’t help but notice how charming it looked on this man, despite the fact that he was a psychopath.

“What are you doing here, little mouse?” Johan asked, leaning over the bed until you felt heat of his body radiating on your skin. He leaned down, and you could smell his cologne, which smelled like roses and vanilla, with a hint of cinnamon. His warm lips grazed your forehead before his teeth bit into your earlobe. You flinched at the contact but didn't pull away, knowing he would be more aggressive after hurting you. The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation you're feeling right now.

"...don't do that," you mumbled, wincing at the slight pressure against your flesh. "Please..." You knew that if you said anything else, he'd hurt you more.

So instead, you closed your eyes and prepared for another round of torture by Johan, when suddenly his arms were pulled around your waist, your head resting against his chest. You opened your eyes again, confused, and saw his dark gaze fixed on something behind you. Confused, you glanced behind yourself and saw that he was staring at your sketch book. Your hand unconsciously moved towards it, trying to hide it from him, but he noticed it anyway. "Are you drawing me?" He asked in an amused tone. "How cute." You could almost feel his grin when you turned your head to look at him.

You shifted yourself away from him, trying to get away from him as soon as possible, but he held you tighter. "Let go of me,” you demanded, squirming to try to break free from his grip. “Leave me alone!" Your voice broke at the last sentence, sounding so vulnerable and helpless that you wished you hadn't said anything.

That grin.

That sly grin he had on his face made you want to punch him.

Throughout your stay, you noticed that he'd never put his hands on you, ever.

No matter how much you screamed, berated him, kicked him, and did anything to Johan, he never seemed to get angry at you one bit. You found it very difficult to hate him. You hated his smugness, his cockiness, his coldness, and the way he treats you like a prisoner in this apartment. It was infuriating. "Why do you continue to fight?" Johan asked in a soft tone. "I give you everything. Shelter to stay, food to eat, a shower to clean yourself." He laughed humorlessly. "Why must you struggle so?"

"You know why," you replied harshly, glaring at him. "You don't care about me." You felt guilty saying those words, even though you did mean them. Maybe you didn't. Maybe it was true, and you deserved to feel that way.

Without warning, Johan cupped your face with such force that you felt the pain shooting through your face, his thumb pressing hard onto the side of your jaw. The sting lingered, but you didn't dare to let out a sound, afraid he'd do something to you. Johan made your head turn towards the length mirror, "Look at yourself, Y/N," he told you in a harsh whisper. "Can't you see yourself? You're beautiful." And then he kissed you. This time, it was a gentle kiss, with no tongue involved. The gentleness shocked you because you thought that he would do something more to you than simply kiss you. But he simply placed his finger underneath your chin and gently tilted your head, forcing you to look at yourself.

"I love your eyes, their color. They're the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." Johan spoke softly, his breath hitting the corner of your lips, causing shivers to run down your spine. "Their shape makes my soul feel like it will burst. So bright and alive. Can you imagine? A beautiful soul, hidden underneath all that..." He trailed off, looking at you expectantly. "Beautiful clothes. Perfect hair. A face that could light up a room and a laugh that could fill up a room." Then, he chuckled.

"And a voice as sweet as honey."

You protested weakly, wanting to slap him. No, not a perfect soul, but not bad either. Johan continued talking, ignoring your protest. "A life filled with laughter and smiles, filled with joy. But that won't happen anymore, will it? Because someone has stolen it away from you." "Johan, please stop-" But once again, you couldn't finish the sentence. "You're mine. Nobody else can have you, understand?" Johan grabbed your shoulder, holding you still, so that you didn't escape him. "Nobody." You nodded meekly, trying your best to appear calm despite the fact that you felt like crying.

Silence filled the tension between you two, Johan stared at you for what felt like ages, before letting you go. You immediately scrambled backwards to avoid his touch, putting distance between you, going back to the corner of the bed. All you wanted was to live in peace, and now you were being forced to give that up...because of Johan Liebert?

"Now, litte mouse, we should start our day. It's been a while since I've spent time with you."

#anime #black writers #female writers #poc writer #black reader #x black reader #yandere monster #Johan Leibert #monster anime #monster #Dr. Kenzō Tenma #Eva Heinemann #Inspector Heinrich Lunge #Anna Liebert #Wolfgang Grimmer #Nina Fortner #monster x reader

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Smth about those yanderes that somehow feel more inappropriate and creepy when they're just cuddling you and stroking you compared to when they're diddling you

Like Johan touching you down there in your sleep? Creepy despite how nice it may feel. Waking up to him just cuddling you and staring at you lovingly while naked (...didn't you go to bed with pajamas on)? Entirely different kind of shiver-inducing

#that kind of sick sweetness just hits yk? #yandere #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #thots #.myshit #.johan liebert #.johan #yandere johan liebert #yandere johan

[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

[dainedablo]

i absolutely love insane characters from anime games or other media, i love a guy that would mindfuck me

#johan liebert #izaya orihara #john doe #creepypasta #yandere #mentally fucked #currently searching for more characters like that #i know a lot but suddenly i forgor #luka alien stage #alien stage #needy streamer overload #omg or controversial #controversial characters are my favorite #zeno #billy lenz #slashers #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #yandere simulator

[ashersanity]

Introducing that weird doctor that cums all over your face while you’re under anesthesia..!

YANDERE! HARPER

asher, please stop it already..

Thought we already knew the rules here, unless you want me to go over them again?

content warning! mentions of dub-con/non-con, manipulation and gaslighting, somnophilia, hypnosis, baby trapping, motherfucker drinks your fluids, nasty.

pc and harper are gender neutral as always unless explicitly stated otherwise.

extra note : thank you for your work @digenerate-trash

“My, my. Came to see me again? What a coincidence.”

yandere type : manipulative, two-faced, obsessive, possessive

Owns a certain collection of photos of you, a.. particular one to say the least. Do they really need to be focusing precisely on your ass every single time that they snap a picture of your nude body? No, not really, still does it however. Saves it for later, as in whenever they’re feeling a little pent up after a long, stressful day of being a totally ethical doctor, of course! Hands busy beneath the desk, stroking and rubbing away as they stare at that wonderful shot of your backside on the computer’s screen. Always manages to make a mess of themselves somehow, grumbling beneath their breath now that they have to change attire. It’s all your fault, silly.

Constantly makes sure that you’re not feeling entirely well. Oh, what’s this? Your skin suddenly feels all tingly and warm? What a surprise, looks like you need to stay with Doctor Harper for a while to get that checked out. Oh, you have a fever? And a real bad one at that. What a shame, huh.. You don’t even get to see the way their lips curl up into a smile whenever you visit, utterly giddy that you’re coming back to them once again and you’re here to stay. Obviously, Harper will make sure of it.

Overly touchy with you, babbling about how you’re their favorite patient, claiming you’re so well-behaved with them compared to the others they treat. Gloved hand trailing over your soft lips, finger gently pushing inside your warm mouth once more, says they need to inspect your tongue for any signs of illness. Eyes framed behind glasses, fixated on the way your saliva melds over their digits. Shit, how they wish they could just slip those stupid gloves off of their hands and feel the real thing against their skin. Well, it’s not like they won’t get the chance to do that soon enough..

What a good doctor Harper is, sanitizing their tools right after you used them. The method of cleaning? Um.. Perhaps their tongue does dart out of their mouth to lick and suck away at the used wooden stick that they stuck inside your mouth just moments ago. How nasty, huh? Can’t help themselves though, you taste sooo good. Look at that, all those delicious fluids that you’re leaving right behind for them. Doing this on purpose, aren’t you? No worries, they’ll make sure to drink from the source directly next time.

Feeds you and assigns you the weirdest of medicine. What does this pill do, doctor? Is it going to help me? Of course, it will. Just try it out right now, slip in between your lips, watch on as your body slowly warms up, heat rushing throughout your entire figure, flushed cheeks and gasping breath. Would you look at that.. Clutching at Harper’s white coat, fabric twisting in your hands, begging for you to touch them. Needy for Harper’s touch? They’re happy to oblige, why shouldn’t they? It’s only a doctor’s job to..

What’s that creaking sound that you hear in your room at night? Uh, it’s nothing, promise! Ignore the shadow that looms over you in the dark, clear outline of Harper’s frame towering over your sleeping form, blissfully ignorant as to what they’re doing. Ignore the sound of their belt unbuckling/skirt lifting up to reveal their moistened sex, already so goddamn horny for you alone. It’s not their fault, you just look so pretty like this, completely vulnerable to their forbidden touches, slender fingers gently caressing your bare skin.. So pretty.

Not letting any other doctor treat you. It’s always Harper who’s here to help you in time of need, how weird, huh? Must be fate as they call it. Frowns at the idea of you being alone with another nurse in the room, wanting you to themselves. Word going around that it’s the doctor’s orders to be the only one to treat you, touch you. You’re a ‘special’ case, they insist, special in their eyes for sure. It really looks like Harper is the only one deserving to be by your side.

Wants you to be utterly devoted to them in every way possible, doesn’t matter if they’re doing it through hypnosis, pen swinging back and forth in front of your eyes. Comforted by their warm embrace around your frame, hushing you and whispering into your ear. How Harper yearns for you to utter those four (three too) magical words to them, lips parting to speak them. “I love you, Harper.” and “I’m yours, Harper.” The doctor smiling at that, you’re being genuine about it, aren’t you? You truly do feel nothing but affection for them! Yeah.. Jesus christ, this shit head is delusional.

Wouldn’t hesitate to baby trap you, doesn’t matter the gender. M!Harper inserting a sterilized needle right into your womb if you happen to be !AFAB. Same goes for F!Harper with !AMAB, slowly jerking you off in your sleep, maybe if she’s feeling bold enough, which she probably is, rides your length, loving the way your cock stretches her cunt out so well. “Accidentally” forgets to pull out, your thick, precious seed shooting deep inside her own womb. If you share the same genitals? It’s all the same to them, they’re figuring out a way to get you to believe that you’re sharing a baby through hypnosis, permanently stuck with them now.

Gaslights you into thinking you need them. Arms wrapped around your frame, guiding you along to your room and would you look at that, it seems you have a bit of trouble walking. Now, they have to be near you at all times, it’s only their job as a medic, right? Spoon feeding you during breakfast and dinner time, doesn’t care for the weird glances that attracts from the other patients at the asylum, it’s only natural after all.. Cmon, you’re completely helpless without the doctor! You poor thing.. Don’t worry, Harper is here to help, here to stay by your side forever and forever. For eternity.

Surprisingly so, I actually like the silly little doctor despite the fact that they molest my pc at the asylum on a daily basis. Must be apart of their job description or something. Funny.

Coming up next, Yandere! Bailey!

If we’re being honest here, I’d let Harper ride me so bad, I know that harpussy is tight as fu—

[END OF POST]

#I meant every word I said on that last part #it’s tight and warm #ON GOD #forget I fucking said that #asher being crazy as usual #harper molesting poor johan at the asylum #not like he doesn’t like it #but still.. #dol #degrees of lewdity #harper the doctor #yandere #yandere harper #yan dol #yandere x you #yandere x reader #asher writes