#Johan liebert

[strawberry-macchiato]

Monster

4/100

[callingitquits]

Johan Kisses Headcanons

Whole headcanon dump about how he gives and receives kisses. It covers everything from how he likes to be kissed, how he kisses you, and all the little ways it shows through. Super self-indulgent.

His Kisses Are Slow and Measured

Johan doesn’t rush. His kisses are deliberate, almost too gentle, like he’s tasting a memory. He likes to savor things. When he kisses, it’s like he’s studying you, committing every angle to memory. He doesn’t lose control easily, so even if it’s passionate, there’s always a quiet intensity beneath it. A silent calculation.

He Kisses Like It Might Be the Last Time

There’s always something final about the way he kisses you, something that feels like goodbye even when it isn’t. He’s certainly not clingy, but there’s a sort of grief behind it sometimes, like he’s mourning you in advance.

First Kiss

Johan had obviously never kissed anyone before. When you finally bared your true feelings to him that one fateful night, he surprised himself by stepping forward. His approach was stiff, hesitant. Much like a soldier learning an unfamiliar dance. He closed the last inch with a soft, questioning touch of his lips to yours, barely more than a breath.

The moment was much too brief for anything passionate, but it was electric in its awkwardness. A slight, almost imperceptible tremble in his fingers as he held your face with both hands. His eyes fluttered open at once, searching yours for instructions. There was no practiced grace. He drew back almost immediately, as if unsure he’d done it right, and then froze.

He stared at you, eyes wide and shining, like a young fawn stepping onto dew-drenched grass. Trembling and vulnerable, utterly caught between wonder and fear. A fragile mask that truly belied the calculating predator beneath.

His Favorite Places to Kiss

• Your eyelids when you’re sleeping or pretending to be.

• The corner of your mouth after a real kiss, as if he isn’t done.

• The pulse on your neck, like he’s fascinated by the fragility of it.

• Your wrist, especially when you’re anxious.

• Your forehead, always unexpectedly soft…like some remnant of the boy he used to be.

His Favorite Places To Be Kissed

• Behind the ear, the one place he’ll never flinch.

• His jawline, especially when done without thinking.

• His forehead, softness where the bullet went.

• The back of his neck when he’s seated or turned away.

• His hands, if you kiss his fingers and knuckles he’s somewhere else entirely.

The Forehead Kiss

It’s the most intimate place someone could touch him. And it’s the place where he nearly died. Was meant to die. By the hand of the only person who’s ever truly known him. The scar may have faded, but his mind remembers. That spot carries weight.

The first time? He won’t flinch. That would give too much away. But his entire body will stiffen. Just for a second. He might close his eyes, not in peace, but in calculation: Do you know what this means? Why would you do it? He may leave after. Not abruptly. Quietly. The kind of retreat that looks casual, but isn’t.

If you do it when he’s unguarded (tired, distant) He won’t stop you. But when he notices, he’ll feel exposed. There’s something unsettling about kindness applied to a site of trauma. It makes him feel almost forgiven. And forgiveness is dangerous to Johan. It suggests he was wrong. It suggests he’s human.

If you do it during a vulnerable moment (after an argument, or while he’s silent and spiraling) This is when it sinks deep. A kiss to the wound he was never meant to survive. It confuses him. Angers him even. Not at you, but at himself. Because part of him wants it. Wants to feel healed. Wants to belong to someone gentle enough to do that and not flinch.

He may stare at you too long afterward. Like he’s trying to find a reason not to care. But he does. Deep in there. Somewhere. And that terrifies him.

Sometimes, after you kiss him there, he dreams of his sister’s hand trembling around a gun. Of lying on the floor. Of blood. And then of you, brushing your lips against the place death tried to enter and didn’t succeed.

It almost makes him feel like he lived for something.

Almost.

[the-uncanny-dag]

Never gonna be normal about this. If you care

[ratpinkartiste]

Do you fully appreciate the sopping aspect of him being wet in this arc

[zombieryuu]

another crazy white boy

[iri-mi]

[denamelesshuman]

Monster and Me (Prague arc)

Pt 2

[lightningstrikes-art]

[sairusboom]

hey, in another life let's try to be happy

[frozrowan]

A nameless monster

[cloudbearsapphire]

[callingitquits]

Johan Relationship Headcanons (Basic Outline)

Hey. First post. Hope you enjoy

Touch is Rare, but Loaded

Johan doesn’t initiate touch often. When he does, it’s purposeful. Either unsettling, comforting in a disorienting way, or startlingly gentle. A hand on the back of the neck, a brushing of fingers, lingering eye contact while staying just out of reach. His restraint is part of the seduction.

Emotional Distance

Johan operates from behind a veil. Even in a relationship, he keeps his core self guarded. He shares thoughts and feelings selectively, often as a way to provoke or test, rather than to bond. Vulnerability is not something he offers freely. If he does, it’s deliberate and loaded.

He Watches You Sleep

Not in a romantic sense…in a knowing one. He watches because it’s when you’re most defenseless, most yourself. Not to protect. Not to admire. Just to understand. There’s always a method behind the stillness in him.

Devotion in Obsession

If Johan becomes attached, it’s not in halves. It’s in totality. His version of ‘love’ is consuming, but not loud. He fixates, learns everything, observes always. He won’t say it. He might not even call it love. But he sees the other person as uniquely his, even if the world burns.

Jealousy is Subtle but Dangerous

Johan won’t make a scene. He won’t say he’s jealous. But you’ll notice the tension. The small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. The shift in tone. The sudden interest in the person who was too close to you. If he feels threatened, the consequences are quiet but permanent.

Almost Domesticity

He makes tea with precision. Folds your blankets when you’re not looking. Puts your favorite song on quietly before you wake up. There’s an eerie calm to the way he does small things for you.

He Remembers Everything

Even things you said once, in passing. Even the way your face looked when you said it. He remembers and reintroduces them like gifts: your favorite flower on the table, your birthday you never talk about, your offhand wish quietly granted.

He Likes to Be Understood But Not Too Much

Johan longs to be seen, in some twisted way. But if you see too much—if you get too close to the monster in him…he’ll either pull away or challenge you, to see if you’ll still stay. He’s always testing thresholds.

Love Is Not a Cure

Even if Johan loves someone…he is still who he is. He doesn’t soften easily. He doesn’t become safe. The relationship will always exist under a certain tension, a constant questioning: Is this real? Am I real? He can love deeply, but that love will never be innocent.

He Loves in Secrets and Silences

He won’t say it. Probably never will. But he’ll sit beside you after you cry and hand you a glass of water. He’ll reread your favorite book just to understand you better. He’ll keep the note you left him in his coat pocket until it fades. His love is a ghost in the room.

Protective Without Announcement

He’ll never say “I’m here for you.” He’ll just be there. When something scares you, he’s already standing between you and it. You won’t know how he knew, just that he did. He’s not loud about his protectiveness, but it’s absolute.

He Touches You Like You’re Breakable

Every touch is slow, thoughtful, like you’re something he was told never to touch, but can’t help himself. Fingers on your jaw, brushing your hair back, resting a hand against your back when you tremble. He touches rarely, but when he does, it’s reverent.

His Version of “I Love You”

He won’t say it often. Maybe not at all. But it’ll come out in ways like:

“Don’t stay out too late.”

“I don’t want to see you like this.”

“Will you still be here in the morning?”

Johan shows love through concern disguised as observation, in questions laced with fear he won’t admit.

Love Feels Like a Threat to Him

The closer you get, the more unstable he becomes. You become the one variable he can’t control. It terrifies him, even if he never says it. He’ll try to push you away just to see if you’ll go. And if you do…he’ll feel it like a knife.

There Are Things He’ll Never Tell You

No matter how close you get, there will always be locked doors. Secrets he keeps not to protect you, but to protect control. You might beg to understand him. He might smile, even touch your face, and say, “Some things are better left unsaid.”

He Lies to You, But Never Directly

He doesn’t say “I didn’t do that.” He says “Why would I?” Or “That’s not what matters right now.” He misdirects. Omits. Gives partial truths, especially about his past, about where he goes, what he’s done. And you know—deep down—but he’s so calm, so convincing, you stop pushing.

He Controls Through ‘Kindness’

He never tells you not to do something. He simply suggests you avoid certain people. He helps you rearrange your routine. He gives you soft reasons: “You don’t seem yourself after seeing them” Until your world orbits only around him. It looks like love. It’s really a cage.

He Pushes Until You Break, Just to See

Sometimes, he wants to know how far he can go. He’ll say something cruel: “Maybe you’re not as different from them as you think” and watch you crumble. And afterward? He’ll comfort you like he didn’t cause it. Stroking your hair, whispering, “It’s okay. I’m still here.”

He Prepares for the End Constantly

Even on your best days, Johan is quietly preparing for the end. He memorizes your face, the sound of your breath, the pattern of your routines. Not because he’s sentimental, but because he’s already saying goodbye in his head. Love, to him, is always temporary. Always doomed.

He Dreams of Losing You. Then Tries to Make It Happen

Sometimes he dreams of you leaving. Dying. Forgetting him. And then he tests it in reality. He’ll withdraw. Say something cruel. Push just a little too far, just to see if you’ll go. And when you don’t? He’s relieved. And quietly disgusted with himself.

He Knows You’re Better Off Without Him

He knows wholeheartedly that he’s a danger to you. And yet he stays. He stays because you make him feel, and he’s selfish enough to want that. Even knowing he could be your undoing. It eats at him.

He Thinks He’ll Break You. Slowly, Quietly, and Permanently

He’s always watching for cracks in you. Not to exploit them, but to confirm what he already believes: that being near him hurts you. And yet he doesn’t leave. He just watches the slow unraveling and wonders if he’ll recognize you when it’s done.

He Thinks the Most Loving Thing He Can Do For You Is Leave

One day, he may just walk away. Not because he stopped loving you. Far from it. But because he thinks it’s the only way to protect you from himself. It won’t be dramatic. No goodbyes. Just silence, and absence, and a hole shaped like his name.

He Can’t Handle Being Forgiven

Apologies aren’t in his nature, but if you offer him grace—if you say, “It’s okay,” you’ll see something flicker in him. Not gratitude. Not peace. Shame. A deep, almost childlike confusion. He doesn’t know what to do with being accepted.

[jujubamp4]

one of my favorite tropes ever is "doomed surrogate father-son relationship"

[klimtsonian]

(“i can’t decide” by scissor sisters playing muffled in the background)

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Haunted

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