#Johan 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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[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…

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[jean0farc]

STRIPPED

▶︎ TRACK 001.

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.”

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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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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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[riewritten]

TWO FACED MONSTER

˚ · .─  PAIRING: johan liebert x gender neutral reader

˚ · .─  WORDS: 300 | TAGS: identity theft, manipulation, obsessive tendencies,

The moonlight peeking through the apartment window panes augments the serene beauty of your roommate, who has been watching you sleep for as long as he can remember. It’s a newfound hobby, perhaps, as he doesn’t get the chance to look at you this close when he’s neither wearing a wig nor embracing Anna’s femininity, which then allows him to break down your walls.

You had a bad day today, and even though Johan barely listened, it paved the way for him to suggest sleeping beside you under the guise of making you feel better. You give him a look of appreciation and then nod meekly as you shyly admit that it would indeed make you feel better.

It’s always been like that for Johan—or Anna, as you call him.

He took time washing up—or so he reasoned out—so he could spend his beauty moment at the bathroom concealing his jawline that he deems masculine, doubling up his silicon pads in case a circumstance comes where you'd hug him and snuggle on his chest, and refilling his wig adhesive because, for the longest time he had watched you during nighttime, he saw how fidgety you were while asleep. He doesn’t mind that, really, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

As you tuck yourself into bed, Johan is done internalizing Anna’s psyche. Anna then lies down and hoists your hair up to your head’s crown, sending tickles. The squeak you let out made Anna chuckle.

While telling him all sorts of stories, you giggle midway, feeling a lot like a teenage girl at her first pajama party with her best friend. Anna assures you amicably, “I’m willing to do this as much as you want if it’d make you feel better.”

“Oh please no. Once I get a partner, they’d be so jealous of you.”

She hums, almost a whisper, tiptoeing so she could sound perfectly comforting, “Then you might as well not find anyone other than me.”

You roll your eyes and joke back, “Mm’kay, your wish is my command.”

Little do you know, he’s not in any way joking around. Perhaps this fleeting tranquility and the moonlight doing their wonders to help lower your guard at his presence is none but a measly reparation for the damage he’d inflict on your heart once you realize his tomfooleries.

Nonetheless, it doesn’t matter to him that you only favor his physique as a woman. He wouldn't mind if you could only look at him fondly if he were called Anna. After all, he’s Anna and Anna is him. And names are not important. And sooner or later, no one in this world would know you by your name anymore. Once you're awakened from the fact that Anna is a two-faced monster fooling you, you’d have nobody else besides him, no one to call you by your name but him. By then, much to his anticipation, as the scenery of the doomsday comes, you would have no choice but let him engulf you.

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[secretivemessenger]

It really is blessing, people take it for granted sometimes

Honestly fucking Leviathan while he's playing would be amazingly pleasure full if that's a thing, his sweet moans and pleads, him submitting to a mere human easily, bonus points if you're shorter than him by a head, he would at first wonder why a short human would have the courage to go up to him, a demon but oh he would know why as you fuck him dumb, overstimulating him from the front and back, his pleads for more, his semi screaming moans, his adorable face<3

Bottom Johan though, fucckkk it's hot as hell, having Johan wrapped around your fingers, quite literally as you finger him before stuffing your fat cock into him, how wonderful would his expressions be, his moans of pleasure, he never thought someone could ever make him feel this good but ever since having you in his life, he feels like he can go on for days on your cock

Dw about it, you're really kind for responding to everyone's asks🥲

Levi 🤤🤤🤤 , all im thinking about is fucking him while he’s trying to play , pound his little hole so hard that his body moves to the front with every thrust , he would barely be able to focus on whatever he’s playing , if it wasn’t for his immense strength he would’ve lost hold of the controller and long while ago , he’d beg you in between moans to just fuck him properly but just force him to continue playing and fuck him even harder , he would lose so many games and lose all his records , he’d be a crying mess from everything that’s going around him he’d totally pass out at the end , this is a fucking brainrot

Johan- oh johan bet he never thought he’d ever get fucked by someone but there you are completely destroying his insides , bend him over against a desk and just fuck him then and there , stretch his tight hole to its fullest , pound him so hard that his little pink hole would be the shape of your cock , bet it’d feel so good inside of him , having his soft yet tight insides around you it makes you obsessed of the feeling , it’d make you more horny so you just fuck him harder and make him lose his composure , he’ll be a moaning mess and nothing but a ring on your fingers after that

Yeah im so great i know

#obey me leviathan #obey me smut #johan x reader #johan liebert #dom reader #levi x reader #sub leviathan #sub johan #johan x dom reader #&. louy #my favorite sweetheart

[royaltyoon]

JOHAN SEONG X READER

Hateful confessions

[A/N]

Ik I'm supposed to have deactivated this blog but I really couldn't get myself to. This isn't a promise that I'll come back but I really really missed lookism and my favorite boy. And definitely my mutuals who i apologise to, for not keeping in touch :( it's so overwhelming to post on here after like a whole year

Tw: mentions of blood/injury

"you're hurt"

"i know" he said, looking nowhere in particular

"you're bleeding." It was more of an observation rather than a statement.

"what makes you think that I wouldn't know." He said looking straight at you with both brows furrowed. "You think I would willingly come to you if I had no work for you?" He said matter-of-factly.

"you're being a bitch, Johan." You rolled your eyes, what an insufferable dumbass, you crossed your hands looking at him accusingly. "I learnt from the best." He quiped. "Are you finally admitting that I have an influence over you?" You scoff, pushing back your shoulders in pride.

He paused for a second and then sighed "you annoy me." He said shaking his head. "Well you are always free to go ask other people for help." You shrug, obviously not meaning it but that's just the way you two converse.

"if there was anyone willing to patch me up for free, trust me, i would." He said walking past you, flicking you slightly on the forehead. "I don't believe that even a little." You point at a stool indicating for him to take a seat.

"What makes you think you're that important for me to not replace you?" He huffs while taking a seat.

"take your shirt off." You order, ignoring his question. He tilts his head up to look at you for a little more than a second. "What if I say no." You couldn't believe the audacity of this dude.

"Die of blood loss then, I don't care." You spat, crossing your hands yet again. He's really testing the limits of how patient one can be. "I don't believe that even a little." He said using your words against you while using a tone which only made you want to create more damage than repair to him.

"what reason could there possibly be that I won't let you die for being so insufferable right now?" He only shrugs at it, "the same reason you think I wouldn't replace you with someone else." You knew he was aiming in the dark and yet he hit Bullseye.

Through gritted teeth and the most sarcastic voice you could manage to bring out , " Please take your shirt off, your highness." Words left your mouth sounding like venom but he smiled as if poison has no effect on him.

He just huffed a satisfied response while zipping down his jumper. You inhale sharply "How can you act like a total piece of shit with an injury like that. Do you have a death wish? A little more time spent and you'd have actually bled to death." You said looking at the narly gash at the side of his abdomen.

"Is that concern i suspect in your voice?" He asks halfheartedly. "Johan, if your life is in my hands you know that I can make it worse right?" You glare at him but let it slide, kneeling down in front of him paying more attention to the injury than the man who has it.

You feel his gaze on you. "What?" You asked still tending to the injury. He shakes his head looking away. "I liked you better in the beginning when you didn't say much. You talk a lot now. It's annoying" He said it in a monotonous voice, absolutely expressionless. For that, you not so discreetly pushed a little too hard on his cut, causing him to grunt.

"you did that on purpose, didn't you?" He hisses. Of course you did. "i have no idea what you're talking about" you just smiled at him. "I prefer you back in the beginning too, i thought the worst you could do is death glares but then you opened your mouth and that was a whole 'nother type of hell." He chuckles at that, throwing his head back slightly. You notice a small cut of his forehead.

"I would normally not take it nicely if anyone else said something like that, you were always so full of yourself. I wonder why I don't feel the need to be angry at it with you." He said a little in thought. Making an observation on himself. "Don't get too comfortable" you raised one side of your lip into a smirk. "I can be a whole lot annoying. Stick around more and you'll find out." You say finally patching up the cut on his side. It was not as bad as it looked. "I plan on it." He mumbles but he speaks before you can make sense of it.

"i can be a whole lot more insufferable" he said challengingly. At times it feels like everything with him is a competition. At that you just shake your head slightly, reaching to push his hair back.

He flinches and moves a little back, catching your wrist before you could reach his hair. "what are you doing?" He says looking at you, now slightly closer than before.

"You have a cut on your forehead." He looked at you for a few seconds before turning his eyes elsewhere and dropping his hand down. He refused to meet your eyes after that. You bend a little to get a better view on the cut. It didn't go unnoticed by you the way he was clenching his jaw. He never really liked anyone breaching his personal space, that was the only conclusion you came to.

"Have you not gone for a hair cut recently?" He knew you were secretly asking if he visited his mom. "No." The answer came a little too quickly. "You should go get one. I know how important a haircut is for you." You angled his face to look at yours.

It was quiet for a few seconds. He looked at your eyes, holding your gaze "I hate how you know so much about me. And I hate myself that I don't regret telling it to you." You smiled, it was genuine this time. You turned to keep the first aid box on the table. "I could say the same."

A voice of the stool against the floor was heard, indicating he stood up. "I hate a lot of things." He said taking a step towards you. "I hate how I have to ask you for help." Another step. " I don't min- "I hate that sometimes during a fight I let a few punches hit me because it means I get to come here. " Another step closer.

"I hate that I want to hear you speak, I want you to annoy me. I hate that I don't feel like hating you. I hate that I can't get rid of you, I hate that I don't want to get rid of you." He was just a few inches away from you.

"i hate that I used to consider you a friend. Now I hate that you're just a friend." His index finger reaches your chin pushing it up to look at him. "I want to say I hate you, but I can't and I hate myself for that." His hand slid under your ear. "And I will probably hate myself more after this." And his lips landed on yours.

It took you a second to register it all before you reciprocated the action, pulling him closer by his shirt. He moaned against your lips as a reaction and slightly pushed you against the table, leaning against it.

"God, how much I hate that I let myself not hate you."

"just because you don't hate me anymore doesn't mean I don't hate you. I do." You tried hiding your red face behind the facade of hating him.

Johan just scoffed, "I don't believe that even a little."

#im not a very big fan of this #and its kinda unlike johan to make the first move but let a girl dream #johan x reader #johan #johan seong #johan seong x reader #seong johan #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism fanfiction #lookism x reader #seong yohan #lookism fanfic

[sweetlywriting]

Kirche

Johan Liebert x Reader

You were suprised as the lean blonde man slide into the pew you were currently kneeling on. Or more accurately, surprised that the devil’s incarnate could actually walk into the German Aachen cathedral without bursting into flame.

“I didn’t know you were religious.”

He said it in that charming coquettish voice, with a pleasant hum at the end, so deeply contrasting to his true nature. Such a lie too. Johan knew full well that you believed in his antithesis. And he never missed the chance to try and toy with that belief, as he had done with every other aspect of your life.

Just a week ago, at some odd hour in the night as you were on your couch swathed in blanket, eyes glued to the tv as terror and havoc occurred in the tiny metal box. That sinking feeling settled in the bottom of your stomach, knowing exactly who it was but completely unable to prove it. The dread that you had spent so much of your time with such a horrid person pained you, and the fact the horrid person was likely making dinner for the both of you felt even worse. You swallowed, just about to get up when a voice clearly spoke from next to you.

“How tragic.”

You knew he didn’t find it tragic at all, but grit your teeth and nodded, not wanting to give much reaction. Perhaps he didn’t like that, because the next thing you know his pale slender hands gently grab at the necklace buried in your tank top. A gesture that makes your heart race a little more than you want it too. You don’t dare breathe as he quietly observes the cross shaped charm on the necklace, gently brushing your collarbones with every movement. His hand finds it’s way to edge of your face, the tv news forgotten as you lean into his touch. His beautiful light blue eyes meeting yours. He comes closer gently brushing your hair behind your ear, before whispering closely.

“What a kind God you have.”

The atmosphere immediately changes, it feels as though a bucket of ice water has been poured on your head. Creating a beautiful moment only to crush it, like a child playing with sand.

“I’m just saying he’s quite . . . Forgiving. He’s so very sparing on my deeds, sometimes I wonder if he likes any of you at all. But it’s fine, I’m much more fond of you anyways. Dinner’s on the table,”

He said this a swiftly walked away, as though torturing you with words was a daily thing which in all technicality, it was.

But you didn’t want it to happen today. Not here, already in church-not now. You focused straight ahead not acknowledging Johan in the slightest, as he already had the high ground being in your last place of comfort. Somehow through a hazy amount of time, his slow manipulation and quiet comments had driven you far away from your family, friends, career, and everything else along with it, except for Johan. Leaving you to wonder for the rest of your life where exactly you fucked up and let this carry out to far.

“Why me?”

You whispered. He laughs warmly as though he’s just a normal lover entertaining your silly antics. That’s it probably looked to the few others in the church.

“Perhaps it was fate . . . Or simply God.”

You bang your head on the pew, the noise reverbs in the hollow building and in your head, long after he leaves.

#monster #monster anime #johan liebert #Johan #fanfiction #x reader #monster x reader #johan x reader #fanfic #ee I don’t think writing for a character has ever been so difficult #my apologies if I mischaracterized him a bit #he’s just so difficult to write for I promise I will get better 🤞🏽 #he’s just a little meow meow #gn reader #reader is religious in particular Christian

[singerxiao]

It’s so HARD imagining anything with Johan but I need more fanfics of him😭

#monster x reader #johan x reader #johan liebert x reader #monster #johan liebert

[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

[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.” 

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

[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 ?”

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

[winterwump]

✨How Lookism Boys react to a Black!Reader’s Natural Hair✨

Notes: For starters, IM BLACK so don’t think I’m pandering. And secondly, HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!!!! There has to be black Lookism fans, ya’ll are just quiet lol. Sorry its a bit short, but here ya’ll go 🤍

🧩Is fascinated with your hair (everyone is tbh)

🧩He wants to touch it but is too scared to ask so he looks at your hair instead (he’s practically staring lol)

🧩He doesn’t exactly know how your hair works but he will listen when you talk about your wash day routine (he just smiles and nods)

🧩He finds your hair intimidating, but not in a bad way, but in a “wooow there’s so much” kind of way.

🧩Unlike Daniel, Johan is eager to touch your hair. He’s like an excited puppy when you let him.

🧩Despite his excitement, when touching your hair, Johan’s actually really gentle with your fro (He’s such a sweetie)

🧩Vin isn't like the other boys on this list, he’s over the moon about your hair and he has to let everybody else know.

🧩Like you couldn’t get him to shut up about how cool he thinks your natural hair is.

🧩When you two go out, he LOVES when people do double takes to look at you, he’s all like: “Yeaa you wish you could touch it but you can't bitch Ha Ha!!!”

🧩A downside is that he doesn't ask to touch it most times he just goes straight for it.

🧩Your hair had this man in complete awe, like regardless of the length. He’s loving it

🧩Despite being a hairdresser, of questionable quality I might add, Eli was pretty much clueless on how to do your hair.

🧩Because yes, he wants to do your hair. From braids to bantu knots, Eli is ready to learn

🧩And once you finally trust him with your hair, Eli would do everything in his power to make you look good. (He’d take pride in whatever style you choose, even if its bad)

#wumpuswrites #lookism #fandom #lookism headcanons #webtoon lookism #daniel park #lookism daniel #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism eli #eli jang #lookism vin jin #vin jin #lookism johan #johan seong #lookism x reader #eli x reader #johan x reader #vinjin x reader #daniel park x reader #black reader #black y/n #black history month

[redwolfxx]

You left first.

Johan x Reader

tags: angst to fluff, lots of internal monologue and flashbacks. --------------------------------------------------------

Preview "Friends don't leave without a goodbye Johan! No. Johan, I loved you."

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"Look! A Shooting Star! Quick, Make a wish!"

"I wished to be by your side forever."

(J) "Me too." ---

"Are you serious!! These cost so much! How did you manage to get your hands on these tickets?!!!" (J):  "I have my ways"

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(J) "I want to be alone right now." "You don't have to be."

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"Hey, I know you've been hauled up in your room for a while, you need to eat."

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"Hey, I've been calling you for a while, your mom said that you've gotten weaker. Please...please talk to me."

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"J-Johan!! I've missed you so much, where have you been?!" (J) "Sorry, I've been distracted"

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"You got that tattooed?!!! Johan, you're so stupid!" (J); "Sorry, I wanted to keep you with me forever."

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Johan and you had been friends since first grade, always at each other's sides. Attached at the hip. You were always at his side, whenever someone said Johan, your name almost always followed, and vise versa.

Johan was always the quieter one, but he cared about you a lot. You were his best friend, he would never hurt you. Never.

You would stay up late and sneak out of your respective houses and meet up by the park. You would sneak off to go look for stray dogs, or to go sneak into the boxing gym to help him train.

He taught you how to fight some nights, and others he would just sit by your side as you studied for upcoming tests.

He cared for you, he would never hurt you. You believed he would never hurt you. Never.

As you grew older and your world's were flipped upside down, you both changed. You stopped sneaking out, and he stopped returning home.

You missed him.

He missed you.

As you got older he left for months at a time. All you wanted to do was see him, to talk to him, to love him. But he, he changed. He was not the same Johan.

Now and then you'd see him. You would call to him across the street and he would see you, but he wouldn't acknowledge you.

Did he forget you?

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"Johan, wait for me!" (J) "Walk faster" "No fair! Your legs are longer than mine" (J): "Then grow."

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"Have you ever wondered where you'd be as an adult?" (J) "Sometimes" "As long as I'm by your side and you by mine, I don't care where I end up." (J) "Me too."

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No, he wouldn't forget you. That's YOUR Johan, the one YOU stayed up late to help with homework, the one YOU let into your home when he was all alone, the one YOU cared for, the one who said he would NEVER leave your side. Never. Maybe he didn't hear you.

So you chased after him, you walked that street every day, waiting for him to appear again.

He had to come back, he had to.

Then you saw him.

"JOHAN!!"

He sees you.

You smile and wave.

He turns around.

Like he didn't see you.

Is this goodbye? Is he gone? He forgot. He forgot.

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"You wouldn't forget me right?" (J): "How could I? You're my best friend! You better not forget me!" "Never?" "Never."

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"Hey, it's me. I saw you the other day, it seems like you forgot me already. I thought we were friends. Since, I probably won't see you again, I'll day goodbye. You were my best friend, you were mine. I grew to love you, I wanted to be with you. I used to imagine us together. I used to imagine us growing old, I used to imagine us traveling the world together, I used to imagine us. But, it seems you cut me out of your plans even though you were still in mine. I'm leaving this message hoping maybe one day you'll come back to me. But, maybe by then it will be too late. Maybe then won't ever come. Anyway, I hope I'm not bothering you too much. Your mom misses you, she hopes you are eating well and you are staying safe. I hope you're doin okay. Love you lots, (Y/N)."

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(2 years later)

October 10th. 6pm.

The rain is loud as ever, the city will probably flood. I wonder if-

*Knock Knock*

I don't think I ordered food...or anything for that matter.

"(Y/N)? It's me."

No.

It's not.

It can't be.

"(Y/N), I know you're upset. I know how awful I've been. But this is important. Please, please open the door."

Only when he deems it's important he wants to talk. Huh. How kind of him.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I don't know who you are."

I don't talk to strangers.

"(Y/N), don't be like this, it's me Johan."

"What is so important that after, how long? You decide to contact me again?"

"Let me in."

"No." ---

October 11th

*Knock Knock*

"(Y/N) please, we need to talk."

"You can talk through the door if it's that important."

Is he here to torture me on purpose?

"I've missed you. I've missed the way you talk. The way you make faces when I annoy you. The way you calm me. The way you help me. The way you drop everything for me. I know, I know I've been bad. I know you won't forgive me, but please hear me out. I love you. I always have. I-"

"Then why did you leave me."

"I was in trouble, I had done something stupid. I couldn't let you get hurt because I had done something so-"

"I called."

"I know."

"I waited."

"I know."

"I ran after you!"

"I saw."

"But in the end, you left me. YOU left Me. You LEFT. You said you would alw-"

"I know what I said."

"So why did you do it?"

"I wanted to keep you safe. I wante-"

"So you left. Johan, friends don't leave."

"I had to."

"But you didn't."

"(Y/N) please don't be like this."

"Why shouldn't I be like this?"

"I love you."

"Friends don't leave without a goodbye Johan! Friends don't tuck tail and run when they see each other. If you loved me, you wouldn't have left me."

"Open the door."

"So you can hurt me again? No. Johan, you can go. Never come back here. Never."

"(Y/N) I -"

"Leave."

"I'm sorry, please let me make it up to you."

"I don't know."

"Please."

"...Fine. But if you even think abou-"

"I won't. I want to spend my days growing old with you. I want to go save stray dogs with you again. I want to be by your side. Forever. I want to see your face when I wake up. I want to see you every day. I love you too much to ever let you go. Not again. Not ever. Never."

#johan #johan x reader #lookism #lookism x reader

[chamomss]

odd convo ---------------------------------------------------- In the middle of the night, two upside down smiles can be seen under a bus stop, not communicating with each other at all, simply sitting there, but after some times one of them decided to speak : " Dogs, in my opinion, are overrated " " you don't have to break the awkward silence " " They have nothing particularly noteworthy about them." "..."

"Some of them even have poor eyesight, so I'm not sure why people rely on them for protection."

" I have a feeling you are not talking about dogs anymore "

" They're also extremely childish."

"…you're referring to me"

" I consider you a dog, therefore you're mistaken; the only thing I'm talking about is dogs."

" ... "

In the middle of the night, one smile can be seen under a bus stop, not bothered by the night darkness at all .

#short🥀 #lookism #lookism x reader #johan seong #johan x reader #lookism johan #lookism webtoon

[yaatrickyassification]

I SEE THAT YOU OPEN REQUEST !!

can i request eli and johan with male!reader who was taller than them? Plis plis cuz looking for lookism with male readers is a bit difficult 😢. Tysm here some flower for you 💐

Thank you for your request! The flowers are lovely<3

[ Eli Jang/ Johan Seong x M! Reader ] - Who is taller than them.

Eli Jang:

Takes full advantage of your height and will ask you to carry Yenna on your shoulder, you let out a sigh as Yenna's small fingers was curled around your [h/c] locks, a pained hiss was ripped out of your mouth as Yenna keeps on tugging your hair in different directions.

You look over to Eli who was busy doing his homework, "So, how long am I supposed to babysit your daughter?" Eli looks over his shoulder to see Yenna sitting on top of your broad shoulders, he lightly let out a chuckle at the sight.

"After I'm finished with this column." You groan before finally sitting down on the bed that was in the corner of the room, placing Yenna beside you, she started rolling around the bed before making grabby hands at you, "Dad! Dad!" Confused, you look at Eli, "She's asking for you."

Eli smiled at his daughter before stretching out his arms, you laughed a little as Yenna ignored Eli and went towards your lap instead and continued doing the grabby hands motion towards you before shouting, "Dad! Dad!"

"[Y/n], you're crying."

Johan Seong:

Will asks you how it feels to be that tall, you look at Johan who was quietly staring at your tall figure, "What is it? You've been staring at me for who knows how long." Johan looks at you up and down before finally uttering the question he's been wanting to ask for the longest time, "How does it feel to be that tall?"

You tilted your head to the side, contemplating your answer, "Hmm, It's hard being this tall when you always use me to block yourself from the sun rays." Johan huffs as he pulled the hood of his jacket closer to his face, "Not my fault, it was hot out that time."

"Just ditch the jacket," You tug on the black fabric that was covering Johan's entire figure, "Can you carry me over your shoulder?" You puff your chest proudly as you look at Johan's side view, "Of course, I've been practicing again lately."

The puffs of breath you let out turned into mist, Johan was sitting comfortably on your shoulder, his legs lightly kicking signaling you to move, in which you let out a small prayer under your breath. Praying that Johan won't fall off your shoulder, "Onwards!"

"Yes, yes."

#yaatrickyassification #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #webtoon lookism #eli jang #lookism eli #eli jang x reader #eli x reader #johan seong x reader #johan x reader #lookism johan #johan seong