#johan liebert headcanons

[rocketbaby]

general Johan and reader headcanons? just in general how it would be like in a relationship? ty :)

Johan is a very calm and collected person,you enjoy his presence a lot because of that fact and he surprisingly also enjoys yours.

He doesn't necessarily want to have lots of people around him but after you guys met, he caught a liking to you,you were pretty interesting.

He often invites you over at his place to mostly either read alongside him or to eat together.

I wouldn't say he's the most talkative person..he probably just lets you do the talking while he just listens, eventually giving an opinion on what you had to say when you're done.

He definitely checks you out shamelessly whenever he gets the chance (especially when you're not looking).

Johan wasn't one to be after a person's looks,hell he wasn't even interested in a relationship at first but there was something about you that he had never seen in someone else.

You were something special, to him at least. Your personality was intriguing to him, he found you very interesting.

He starts glaring and glancing over at you more often after you start dating. He also kinda stalks you and takes a few notes on your habits, pretty much out of curiosity. He wants to learn about his new lover!

He keeps a small notebook hidden somewhere under his desk, keeping information about you in it (you don't know about his notebook)

I feel like he wouldn't be jealous at all?? Like you could go out in public with him and you'd have lots of guys just drooling over you and he'd just look at them with a tilt of his head,his expression remaining neutral,but not unkind.

He really doesn't care,the only time he'll get involved is if someone tries to harm you in some way,he wouldn't allow you to get hurt.

He pretty much trusts you,he knew you wouldn't be interested in other guys anyway.

Johan is not the biggest fan of physical touch but he just recently found out he enjoys holding your hand, especially when you go out in public with him.

He doesn't want to admit he enjoys holding hands directly so he'll try to find some excuses to do it.

"ah,be careful,there are too many cars driving at a fast speed...you should hold my hand just in case. It'll be safer"

You chuckle at his words,and then gently interlock your hand to his.

He obviously knew that you were aware of his excuses..I mean no one would fall for it but he didn't mind you knowing anyway. He just didn't want to admit it directly.

I'm telling y'all,this man does not know how to kiss,like at all.

He gets curious about it at one point and he's asking you if you could kiss.

"I gave this a lot of thought and I really wanted to kiss you,I want to know how it feels to be so..close to a person"

He said to you with the same neutral expression on his face,but having just a slight smile peaking at the corners of his mouth.

He is a messy kisser,very very messy. Saliva and spit included.

He doesn't mean to be messy! He's just a little weird,I mean poor boy never had a lover before can you blame him for being inexperienced? :(

Even though it's messy,his kisses are also intense. He puts effort into it, maybe too much effort.

Johan had your body trapped between him and a door,his hands gripping onto both of your forearms while his mouth was exploring yours.

He definitely uses tongue when kissing

I swear it's like this man was digging for gold inside your mouth or something..you didn't expect him to get so desperate! It's out of character for him.

Also he definitely calls you dear or darling,idc

[callingitquits]

Johan Relationship Timeline Headcanons

(So, this is basically how Johan would slowly work his way into a relationship…treating it like the chess game he would.)

From a Distance (4-6 Months)

Johan notices you. Not because he’s seeking connection, but because something interrupts the narrative he’s used to. Maybe you don’t react to him the way others do, or maybe you see through a part of his facade. And don’t fully realize the significance of doing so. He watches. Observes. Learns. Never engages. For him, emotional closeness is dangerous, so he tucks this interest away like a secret indulgence.

This stage could last even up to a year or more.

Controlled Interaction (2-4 Months)

He allows brief contact. A passing conversation. A glance held too long. He’ll appear coincidentally in your orbit. Enough to spark intrigue, not enough to reveal motive. Every interaction is carefully calculated. He gives just enough to stay mysterious. He’s testing your perception, your insight, your fragility. He needs to know what you see when you look at him.

Establishing Intellectual Intimacy (Roughly 6-12 Months)

He lets you in through words, not emotions. He engages in philosophical or abstract discussions. Talking about people, morality, death, but never himself. It’s safe to be intimate when it’s theoretical. And if you prove you can keep up, challenge him, and not try to ‘fix’ him? That’s when he starts to feel real attraction.

This is the longest phase. And it’s where most people fail.

Revelation in Fragments (3-5 Months After)

Only after relentless consistency and emotional stability does he begin to drop hints and fragments of truth. Not even confessions. Just omissions of the usual lies. A name. A childhood memory with no context. He gauges your response with surgical precision. If you react with fear or moral superiority, he disappears. If you listen? He stays.

Physical Proximity, Not Yet Affection (1-2 Months)

He’ll start standing closer. Touching becomes rare but deliberate. Sitting near you. Holding eye contact too long. His body language becomes more readable, but still restrained. He’s still testing boundaries, still unsure. If you touch him first and he doesn’t recoil? That’s a breakthrough.

The First Real Vulnerability (One Isolated Moment In The Following 1-2 Months)

Not love. Definitely not sex. Just one raw, unrehearsed reaction. Maybe you catch him off guard, or he breaks routine and admits a fear or need without filtering it. He will hate himself for it after, but it’s the turning point. The moment it becomes real.

A Relationship in Everything But Name (4-6 Months)

He won’t call it a relationship. He’ll still be hard to reach, emotionally distant, and disappear without explanation sometimes. But you’ll be the only person he returns to. The one he trusts with silence. The one he doesn’t lie to. It’s real. Just unspoken.

Actual Acknowledgment (Much Later, If Ever)

He may never say he loves you. But he will show it in actions so precise and devoted they leave no room for doubt. If he does say it, it’s a moment of surrender, not comfort. Like a weapon being laid down.

Total Timeline: A Conservative 2-3 Years, Minimum

And that’s with someone who is patient, emotionally intelligent, and deeply understanding of how he operates. Someone who isn’t afraid of the darkness he carries, but doesn’t get swallowed in it either.

[theartifxce]

Honestly … what kind of woman could Johan fall in love with

OutofChara; I’ve reflected on this a lot in regards to planning my Johan x OC fanfiction…and it’s been a bit difficult. Johan’s “love” has solely been surrounded by his only attachment to the world – and it’s his sister.  No one could really come in between that. Some people tend to believe that your wife/husband should come first above all else and I don’t agree with that notion.

 This would never apply to Johan.

So a woman he’d fall in love with would understand that his sister would never come 2nd.

But I mainly centered his romantic interests to be the complete opposite of him in certain regards. His partner would have wounds of their own, deep – torturous scars but their response to their trauma would be something worth learning for him. They know darkness and yet they yearn for the light where Johan has always tried to run from it. They would teach him about the world with careful hands, their touch and voice would be delicate but firm. They would never pry anything out of him and respect his boundaries, especially when it comes to talking about his pain. They would also be wise and thoughtful enough to see through that nameless smile of his; the façade he wears to fool the world  - but Johan could never fool her. He needs someone who is extremely empathetic and understanding. Someone who is not easily frightened by his demons but not foolish enough to ignore them.

The woman who will fall for him would be graceful and divine in his eyes, but she will not be pure like an angel. She would have a past, blood on her hands maybe – understand the need to take a life if it means preserving the lives of others. She wouldn’t be overly self-righteous and push her views onto him but definitely would not tolerate Johan to needlessly murder or manipulate. But since any romantic interests could possibly only occur post monster, I’d like to think Johan’s killing days are over so she would just have to accept his past.

[writtenbyjeanofarc]

⋆𐙚₊ SILENCE IS COMPLIANCE. ˚⊹♡

that boy is a monster <3

˚ · .─ genre: psychological horror, thriller, smut, porn with plot.

˚ · .─ pairing: Johan Liebert x You (Fem! Reader)

˚ · .─ warnings: guilt tripping, facefucking, stalking and sexual harassment (on Johan’s end), fingering, slight praise and degradation, oral sex (you giving), sadist! top! Johan, implied threats of blackmail. Johan is unpleasant to be around as always, but HE IS HAVING FUN.

˚ · .─ summary: You, a renowned private detective working alongside Richard Braun, happen to be overwhelmed with a lingering sense of guilt that was almost painful to get rid of. It may have been your conscience taking over you after your subordinate Mr. Braun called you by the phone, confirming that your plan to execute 17-year old Stephan Joos was successful. As his superior, it was your responsibility to command a group of detectives on whether executing the accused was an option in the first place. The fear of having your name tarnished as a trusted detective befalls you, even more so when a mysterious man who has been keeping tabs on you pays you a visit.

Johan currently has plans for killing off Schuwald and anyone close to the tycoon. Because of your affiliation with Schuwald, he also happens to take an interest in you for the time being after knowing you were hired alongside Mr. Braun to investigate a “suicide.” Performing a deep dive on your position over Mr. Braun, you never knew all would be too late for you as Johan knew about the enabler behind a teenager’s death, and it was none other than you — Detective [Name].

˚ · .─ author’s note: This takes place after the death of Richard Braun. The most disturbing fact about this is that Johan’s basically just killing time here. He’s beyond evil and as we all know, this man is a walking red flag but red is my favorite color. Also, do note that I forgot most of the events in Monster, which prompted me to search up the Wiki to get caught up. So don’t be surprised if there are any plotholes. I tried my best. I now have to take a shower with how nasty I felt writing this. Who doesn’t want to see our man facefucking reader? Right. Anyhow, enjoy.

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Droplets of rain cascaded down the streets of a hollow, yet bustling town in central Germany. Ashy smoke polluted the air, if not filled, allowing you to take a whiff of what it was truly like to be in a place so dynamic, yet irresponsibly handled by authorities. On your way home, a different type of clutch has weighed in your chest — the feeling of someone’s ghost haunting you to the depths of your heart, mind, and soul. If not a ghost, then a gut instinct, a heavy one at that, pleading you guilty of a crime you indirectly committed. It was as if a pitch black hole of dread was looming over your eyesight, tracking you down until you were about to end up having a heart attack.

So you drew in a deep breath, taken aback by your pointless worries, and asked yourself: Why feel such if the guilt I’ve been experiencing has not been backed up by witnesses? Perhaps if my plan was to be discovered, the blame wouldn’t be put on me, but Richard. After all, he was the one who explicitly murdered Stephan.

On a brighter note, working as a renowned private investigator did not just pay you well. You were a superior, a senior figure, at best. Reaping the rewards you sowed from almost a decade of hard work, you collaborated with skilled professionals with great respect carried with your name. From closing cases and bringing justice, everyone of those victims you saved look up to you. You always paraded yourself as a knight in shining armor, because cleansing the world off of its taint was what you believed you did best.

Yet here you are, hands trembling as you slowly unlock the door leading to your apartment. Soaking wet from the rainfall, you sigh of relief, stripping yourself off of the protective raincoat your mother gave you. It was about 6:00 in the evening.

You could remember hearing about Richard’s death all too well, yet can’t identify who drove him to kick his own bucket. At first, you suspected the man who often hung around children — perhaps he murdered your subordinate, or maybe convinced him to drink up to a point where he couldn’t tolerate its toxicity. A part of you wanted to despise the man after he may have been responsible for your subordinate’s death. So you took a whole bottle of alcohol from your kitchen in hopes of letting your guilt fade, in hopes that your drunken state would absolve you of any sin you were responsible for causing.

Maybe if you called up your subordinate Richard asking how he was doing after murdering Stephan, maybe he wouldn’t have taken his own life. But tonight was no use dwelling on such, for you had to focus on getting drunk after every ounce of guilt thrown your way. After finishing a whole bottle of whiskey in the dining room, a plethora of intrusive thoughts began to overtake you as you made your way to bed.

The worst scenario you envisioned was becoming involved in a “scandal” that cost you your career, potentially endangering your reputation as a trusted detective. Another thought was receiving consequences in the next life for your plan to execute Stephan Joos without due process — no one pleading guilty, and definitely no chance for him to share his side of the story. You may have had a strong sense of justice, but a lingering smoke of conscience came with this gift. You didn’t know what to make of it. Regardless, you feared that the guilt would eat you away, leaving you with nothing but misery in the potentially evident afterlife.

However, the last thought was something you wanted to brush up against most. All you could think of was Mr. Braun’s warning to you regarding a peculiar young man that often hung around by the nearest orphanage. You always suspected the blonde, clad in a turtleneck and a loose brown suit paired with pants of similar fabric. Mr. Braun claims that the man’s got something planned for your mentor, Hans Georg Schuwald. But something didn’t sit right with you the moment you dreamt of his touch. You definitely didn’t want to think about it, though you can feel moisture well up in your designated area from the thought of him defiling your dignity.

Naturally, you’d want to avoid this man at all costs, and instead, focus further on investigating Fahren’s suicide. However, like Richard, you also suspected him to be a significant part of the case you were hired to solve. Perhaps he ordered professional killers to induce suicide within the victim’s will, or that he manipulated them to his will himself. Either way, you were preoccupied with putting an end to this man‘s life, as ironic as it sounds, while also absolving yourself of the sins left upon you by the now deceased Richard.

What if I’m not doing my job the way it should be done? What if I failed to meet the victims’ expectations? Am I being complicit to the fact that my subordinate put that teenager down like a rabid dog? Maybe if I didn’t push Richard to kill that young man, I wouldn’t behave as if a shotgun aimed straight to my heart…..

The clock hit 9:00 late night; your body fell unconscious hours ago, having lost track of time. You were placed in no other state but a deep sleep — no thoughts plaguing your head this time, with definitely no sense of urgency. You laid in bed bare, leaving you to fall prey under anyone opportunistic enough to take you in.

But you didn’t care. Your home was yours to live by. You lived on your own. After your parents granted you permission to move out, this apartment was the only choice you had. You didn’t tell anyone of where you lived, not even the colleague closest to you at this very moment. So it would be impossible for someone to track down your whereabouts at night this late, right?

Your momentum was ruined the time your telephone rang. Despite it being in the living room, its tone was loud and clear that you jolted awake, only to hear a couple of sounds overwhelming your hearing. The first sound was the ringing outside your bedroom, along with a doorbell that was deafening enough to awaken a neighboring apartment.

“Huh—Who…..who could it……be???“, you stammered, getting up from a drunken state and nearly stumbling to the floor. “C-coming…..!!!”

Rubbing your eyes, you got up and about while rushing to the main door. Undoing every lock, you slowly reached out to the knob, twisting it, only to be greeted with a man who seemed friendly and polite.

“Ah, my apologies,” the man laughed. “…..How rude of me to interfere in such a questionable hour. Johan Liebert, ma’am. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you as I’ve heard of your meaningful contributions to one of Germany’s best investigation teams.”

“Johan……that was his name?” you thought.

Johan continued to speak.

“Pardon me for my sudden intrusion, but I didn’t know the senior of this team was such a busy woman. I should have paid you a visit some other time.”

“N-No, it’s fine,” you replied with hesitation. “Come on in, I can make us a cup of tea.”

“Oh?” he spoke once more. “In that case, I’d love to be indulged.”

Without warning, Johan stepped foot inside your apartment unprovoked. You had the slightest idea of what he was up to, but you didn’t really care. You were half tipsy, after all.

Footsteps were heard as the main door closed, locking you both inside your apartment. You went straight for the cupboard, preparing two cups of tea for the both of you. Silence filled the air — it was almost awkward to know that you two barely spoke in the middle of it all.

You preferred your tea a little sweet, so adding some sugar didn’t really take away its appeal. After welcoming your guest with chamomile tea, the two of you shared a table, pulling the chairs out in order to accommodate each other’s presence. The atmosphere was so tense, it left you slightly lightheaded, but it wasn’t like it mattered to you.

Sipping your cup, you wanted to initiate a conversation with the young man in front of you. However, as soon as you were about to utter a word, Johan interjected.

“Not a bad night, eh?”

“Not so much.” you replied. “I just got home after an exhausting day of work. Ah, forgive me. I forgot to introduce myself. Name’s [Name].”

“I know.” Johan reassured, smiling. “I’ve heard you were responsible for investigating a series of murders in this town. Quite the skilled investigator, I must say. It is to no surprise you’ve been voted as the team’s senior.”

You didn’t answer, leaving the room filled with silence as he continued to drink from his cup.

“See, I’m a law student who’s been researching a case for my report. I happened to discover that you were involved in the murder of a young boy named Stephan Joos, as he was executed by Mr. Braun. Is this true?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, walls being put up as a defense to what Johan has disclosed to you. You wanted to end this man’s life right here, only to find out you didn’t have your gun. You were about to make an alibi and leave the table, but Johan saw right through your plan, stopping you.

“Aha, well…..” you laughed. “That isn’t true. In fact, it was Mr. Braun who chose to murder that young man. I even have a recording of him telling me he chose to murder that man in cold blood. I, his superior, had nothing to do with that act. Now, if you’ll excuse me—“

“No, no, Miss [Name]…..” Johan reassured, his palms signaling that you stay where you were. “It’s no big deal. I’m not trying to antagonize you, I was just trying to confirm my findings.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s all you need to know.” you stammered. “Ah, I need to go to the bathroom, it’s just that—“

“Oh?” Johan raised an eyebrow. “Never mind. Of course you may, my apologies for the sudden reaction.”

Without hesitation, you retreated from the table and rushed to your room, unarmed and helpless. Johan’s smile dropped, arousing his suspicion on what you got planned for him. In turn, you searched through the closet in search for a gun you could use against Johan. After retrieving it, you kept the gun in your left pocket, in hopes of defending yourself against the man you suspected was a culprit behind Fahren’s suicide.

Sweat dropped from your forehead, your frail figure trying to keep things cool despite sitting eye to eye with Johan’s seemingly dangerous presence. After calming yourself down, you drew in deep breaths and kept yourself composed. It wasn’t like he was a mere stranger to you. Your subordinates have told you numerous observations about Johan, and it was just his name that you didn’t have any clue of. You only witnessed him in the orphanage where you and Braun were conducting investigations, but never had the chance to actually talk to him. Until…..

Three loud knocks came at your bedroom door, prompting you to snap out of a trance. Despite your fear, you stood up with confidence, hiding the gun in your pocket. You were armed now, so there wasn’t any need to worry much, right?

Opening the door, you found Johan still in his friendly facade, now smiling before your figure looking like a hot mess.

“Ah, Johan, what brings you here?” you asked. “I just told you I was going to the bathroom.”

“You’ve spent a long time there, so I decided to check up on you. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, yes, things are going well. Now let’s get back to work, shall we?”

“Of course.” Johan replied.

On your way back to the dining room, you suspected Johan to have caught you red-handed, but brushed it off for the time being. It’s not like he was smart enough, or invasive even, to sneak into your room unraveling the truth behind your escape. Right?

“Anyhow, please enlighten me about the victim, Stephan Joos. Do you know of any evidence that defined his upbringing? Any clues of his whereabouts? It’s impossible that you wouldn’t know of his name. You worked alongside Mr. Braun, after all.”

“Ah—yeah. Well, as a senior investigator, yes, I do know of his roots. That teenager has been subject to the abuse brought about by that place……Kinderheim 511. That place was hell on Earth, I would be better off not uttering its name.” you laughed. “So…..is that all you need to know, Mr. Liebert?”

Johan lets out a satisfactory hum, yet unconvinced in your delivery of words. He applauded you for knowing the case by heart, but he had a sneaking inkling that you, the superior, were hiding something highly significant to his findings.

“But did that give you the right to issue a murder without a warrant of arrest?” Johan’s voice darkened, with a hint of curiosity oozing from his words. Still, it was threatening enough that you took it as a personal attack. “Were you absolutely uninvolved in Mr. Braun’s pursuit for killing that young boy, uninvolved enough to let your subordinate do as he pleases?”

“What the hell are you mumbling about now?” you asked, raising your voice in defense of Johan's provocation. “I was never responsible for Stephan’s murder. You think there’s more to it than I know? You’re nothing but a young man pulling off an accusatory statement to tarnish my name. Are you not ashamed, Mr. Liebert? I can get you locked up in no time for putting the blame on me. I’m innocent. Mr. Braun’s guilty. I had absolutely nothing to do with—”

“You talk too much, [Name].” Johan interjected, his smile dropping in annoyance to your constant blabbering. “Still, defending yourself when on the verge of tears isn’t going to absolve you of your sins. Do you think your guilt will disappear when you lie?”

“No—!!!” you yelled.

“You orchestrated the murder of Stephan Joos, and you knew exactly what you were doing. Did I get it right?”

You stood up, pulled out your gun, holding Johan at gunpoint.

“……And what if I did, then?! What will you do about it?” you blurted out, defenseless as you gripped the gun with brute force. “I’ll kill you right here and then. You’re going to be held guilty for Fahren’s suicide, and eventually Schuwald will be informed of your plan!”

“Resorting to violence on a whim now, [Name]? Killing me won’t erase the lies you’ve told your victims from the moment you stepped foot into such a position. They’ll eventually know of your sins, then you’ll have no other choice but to choose the easy way out, and that is death.” Johan responded, as calm as he always was.

As you pulled the trigger without warning, you stopped dead in your tracks, realizing nothing came out of the gun. It was like your heart skipped a beat at that very moment. A fatal mistake, you would say. You were out of bullets, leaving you with no other choice but to dial the police force in hopes of capturing Johan.

“No, it won’t shoot!!!! Why?!!!”, you thought.

Johan stood up, walking straight up behind you, almost as if he was circling you — he’s watching your every move, and you knew he was doing an incredibly good job at it. You wanted to run from your own home, yet didn’t know where the telephone was as your body decided to freeze.

“Out of bullets?” Johan chuckled, gently snatching the gun off your hands as your subconscious complied with letting the unloaded gun free of your reach. He placed the gun at your front, and from behind, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ears. Eventually, he landed both his hands on your shoulders.

“By the way…..when will you be seeing your colleagues again? Tomorrow, perhaps?” he asked, restoring his friendly tone. “Don’t you feel guilty for the murder of your subordinate? If it weren’t for your plan to execute Stephan Joos, Mr. Braun would’ve still been alive.”

A part of you wanted to succumb under Johan’s unwanted touch, another side of you wanted to resist. As Johan’s right hand ended up groping your breast, you immediately thought of coming up with a solid response — you didn’t want to be found out for what you did, but you knew Johan was capable of spilling the beans.

“H-How do you know all this…..?!” you asked, still clinging onto your pride and refusing to back down. “L-let go!!!”

“How do I know?” Johan replied, his left arm hovering downward to wrap around your waist. “By keeping in touch with your colleagues, of course.”

“How…..how long have you been watching me???”

Johan chuckled once more. “Why don’t you find out?”

Suddenly, you had to resist his sudden intrusion by pushing him away. It’s not like you wanted to be touched by Johan in any way, and tonight was definitely not the time to have your way with a man like him.

“I was thinking of letting your colleagues know about your little secret, but I’ve got other plans up my sleeve.” Johan proposed. “If you don’t want rumors getting out, then I don’t suggest choosing to resist.”

“Huh?!” you protested. “No, just no…..You can’t just pay me a visit and reveal this to my comrades!!!”

“Hm? As I mentioned, if you don’t want your secret getting out, you shouldn’t be in a place to resist. After all, you’re looking for a way to be expelled from Germany’s best investigation team.” Johan murmured, in a voice almost sultry. His right hand moved down past your trousers, palming your damp cunt with his huge, pale hands.

“N-no!!!! Please, I’ll…..fine!!! I’ll do anything you say, please, just don’t inform anyone of this!!!”

“As I thought…..” Johan’s tone remains dark, his fingers tinkering with your entrance without much effort. Swiping a finger across your folds, he gathered a reasonable amount of slick past them, up until he found your clit soaked in even more moisture. “You know…..you’re quite adorable when you squirm in such sensitive fashion, don’t you think, [Name]?”

“Ah! No!!!”, you yelled, jolting your body off of Johan and attempting to run towards the telephone. Dialing the police force was your last resort, so you ran away and looked out for the telephone. But since your body was programmed to function at fight-or-flight, your eyes wandered aimlessly, searching for the item that was out of your reach.

“It’s no use,” Johan smiled. “How do you file a report on a man who doesn’t even exist?”

“What is it that you want?! Wasn’t that enough? What have I done to deserve this? I’m onto you, kid! You’re going to tell me everything there is to know about your plans! So who are you? Who are you??!! Tell me!!!”

Johan sighed.

“What is it that I want?” he replied, moving inches closer to you. “To impose punishment.”

“It’s not like—it’s not like you’re some type of God!! You can’t—you can’t just…..let me do as you say if it means protecting my reputation! It’s not like you know everything that happened….. Do you?!” you yelled, taking steps backward and having you trip by the furniture of your own living room.

Your body aching from the pain after you fell to the floor face first, Johan approached you, reaching his hand out and intending to help you up.

“You should’ve been more careful, [Name].” Johan chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to carry your frame. “Here, let me help you.”

“Hands off me, you filthy piece of shit!”

“Oh?” Johan spoke softly, his hand now on your scalp, stroking it with his thumb. “I guess I really don’t have a choice, don’t I? I’ll just have my way with you if it means granting your wish, [Name]. Besides, you’re fairly beautiful, looking the way you do. It’d be a shame if we don’t spend such a grand night together.”

“Bastard!” you yelled. “Let go!!!

Johan ignored your pleas as he lifted you up bridal style, leading you to the bathroom and bringing you down to the floor where you struggled to get up. Your hair was unkempt as your pajamas happened to be soiled by dirt. Locking the door, you were left restrained by the bathroom’s tight little space, with no other place to retreat to.

“Somebody, help!!!”

“There is no paradise that awaits you, [Name]. Constantly running and falling to move past your sins won’t erase them. You’ll forever be tainted, and your actions are the one to blame.”

Johan crouched to your eye level as he began to tilt your chin up. Looking elsewhere, he began speaking once more, breaking the silence.

“Hm, you’ve always interested me the moment I entered university for the time being. You’ve always been really close to Schuwald, after all.” Johan spoke. “He even paid your dues for studying there, how sweet of him.”

“….He’s like….. a father…..to me.” you replied, slightly shedding tears out of desperation to get out of this situation. “Why…..what’s it to you……..???”

“Schuwald amuses me.“ Johan said, letting you go. See, I won’t reveal what I got planned for those close to him. There’s just more to your background that I know.”

“Just…..why……???” your body shaky as you attempted to get up, only to fail under Johan’s height blocking your view. “How long have you been watching me for?!”

“Three months. All I know is that you graduated from the same university I was attending, and that you moved out from your parents in less than a month.”

Your eyes widened at the information fed to you due to how accurate it was, but regardless, you let him continue.

“A Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice, certifications from online programs held in Munich’s western block, and on top of it all, a Mid-Senior detective hired by several professionals in the industry of public and private investigation.” Johan announced, looking down at you with a seemingly false sense of humility. “Did I get it right?”

He held you still despite your futile attempts to resist him once more. Because you were slightly drunk, it was easy for Johan to take advantage of you right there and then, defiling you completely without a chance of atonement for your sins.

“N-no!!!!” you blurted out in defense, even if you knew he did understand your background correctly.

“Stay still, [Name]. You wouldn’t want to risk getting this secret out.” Johan smiled, unzipping the hem of his pants and reaching out for something hidden from your reach. “I suppose this is all you’ll hear from me. Just letting you know that I’ve been familiar with you from the time I entered Germany. There’s no other way to put it.”

“What are you planning?!” you asked. “It better not be you trying to blackmail me.”

“Do you really think I’d care enough to expose your crimes?” Johan asked, still maintaining a smile despite tilting your chin up with his finger. “Perhaps I’ll only do so if you refuse my advances.”

“…..And what do YOU want this time?!” you stammered.

“Don’t play dumb, [Name]. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Johan teased, letting out a smirk that hinted at everything but genuine. “You’re quite the eager professional yourself, I mean you never hesitated to order a murderer around, right? Why would you hesitate to please someone in exchange for cleaning up the problems you created?”

You froze dead on the spot, accepting your fate as Johan reached out for the roots of your hair, grabbing a fistful of it as he let his cock spring free.

“Such a tainted, desperate little girl who never weighed in the consequences of her actions.” Johan said with a blissful expression plastered on his face. “You should’ve been more ashamed of yourself. A senior investigator, staying silent in the face of a juvenile facing serious accusations of a crime? How will you look your colleagues in the eye tomorrow? Isn’t their senior a complicit pawn in the murder of an innocent child, hiding behind an empty bottle?”

Without further explanation, he caressed your cheek with his thumb, his other hand stroking his cock as its silhouette rested over your face. “But it’s all over. You’re going to seek atonement for the crimes you’ve committed, and that is by threatening me with a good time. Besides, you’re pretty much adorable on your own. A beautiful girl like you should feel grateful for stumbling across someone who openly shows an interest in her endeavors.” Johan’s voice is rather dark this time, exuding an eerie feel that sends shivers down your spine.

Your jaw dropped as you froze as a response to the sudden change in Johan’s treatment. Guiding his cock into your mouth, you wanted to curse, resist, and avoid his gaze as you were about to be facefucked by a monster before your very eyes.

Trying to maintain a sense of balance, you grabbed a fistful of his pants while he grabbed a fistful of your hair. Your head bobbed back and forth in varying tempos as he was in control of the scene, pushing you to comply with the pacing he liked. It felt dirty having to stumble upon a man as unsettling as he was, where his seemingly soft whispers have prompted you to believe he was harmless. Johan Liebert was his name, you thought…..and while you hated his guts, a part of you wanted to just give in to his wishes, if it meant not disclosing your plan to kill 17-year old Stephan Joos.

While taking him into your mouth, you began palming your cunt in hopes of fulfilling a favor bestowed onto you. You couldn’t speak against his remarks, so all you did was suck him off to his benefit.

Johan, on the other hand, chuckled at your pitiful state, sighing in pleasure from the flames he started. Sounds of wet, sloppy meat slapping against skin and suckling echoed throughout the area, it would be almost a crime to get caught in the act.

“Go on, [Name], do it for your future.” Johan spoke in his usual nasal tone, the sounds of skin slapping against skin growing loud as time passed. He let out a satisfied hum, expressing his desire as he rocked his hips to and fro. “Show the world how desperate you are — desperate enough to prove your worth as a savior of mankind. Even if you aren’t deserving of it, it would be nice to see you try. It’s just fun seeing people like you struggle past ethical means just to prove their purity to the world.”

You only moaned around in retaliation, and in spite of the taunts you received from a pleased Johan, you were beginning to embrace the thought of pleasuring him. It felt exciting in general for you to make a man squirm just by pleasing him orally. He obviously couldn’t get enough of you, just as you couldn’t get enough of him. However, when you thought you were getting it right, he pulled you away, leaving a string of saliva from between his tip and your tongue.

“Hm…..that was….not as great as I expected.” Johan’s smile dropped. “You’ll have to do much better, [Name]. Come on, you can do it. Think of all the victims lined up before you, begging to be saved. Would they be satisfied right now, knowing their team has murdered a juvenile in the name of justice? Have you considered how it would be like getting sentenced to death if I took your dirty laundry out for the world to see?”

Catching your breath, you were taken aback by his cruelty. What were you not doing right? You thought it was a joke, but was it?

“Begin again.” Johan commanded. “Otherwise, I’ll have to scatter your sins out for your family and friends to cherish.”

In response, you reached out for the underside of his cock, getting on your knees in an attempt to play around with his balls. You tinkered with them, held them in your palm, and bent over to plant kisses on them, boldly so.

Johan chuckled lowly at your sudden move. “Such a dirty, desperate little girl willing to do anything if it means preserving her morality. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Not one bit? Wouldn’t you be taken aback if I revealed how I was secretly recording you for my benefit?”

You shook your head, suckling at his balls like your future depended on it. A hand of yours stroked his cock, twisting it so he didn’t have to jerk it off in an attempt to assist you. This sickening wish of his to take you raw was something he wanted as a means to pass the time. You were nothing more than an object, a plaything he could fuck with while plotting to control all of Germany’s economy.

“As I thought. You really have no shame, don’t you, my dear? You cling onto purity as if it’ll save you from despair?”

After sucking him off from under, you placed your tongue at the underside of his cock, moving upward to lick past his length and onto the tip. Your lips puckered in a cute manner that it left Johan with a look of surprise, which became even more surprising when he witnessed you take all of him in one go. You did your best to pleasure him in exchange for security, which you believed would be best if you deepthroated him at that moment.

Johan threw his head back at the sight of you taking him in your throat, all out of an overwhelming heat that sparked from within. Letting out a moan, he let you take the lead as you began sucking him off in a slightly rougher approach than the last one.

To regain control over your intentions, he gripped your head and kept up with the pacing you initiated. Bobbing your head back and forth once more, more saliva coated his length, leaving him aroused at the feeling of contraction building up within his lower abdomen. The heat was, in fact, so intense that it was impossible Johan had all his clothes on.

Johan’s grip tightened as your slurps began to grow more audible over time. He let out a grin, stifling his moans and urges to curse right on the spot. To rile him up even more, you placed a hand right into his length and twisted it in a way that made him react accordingly.

“Mmmmmhhhh…....!!!“ Johan groaned, his voice slightly deepening at the forceful motion of your head thrusting back and forth. Grabbing another side of your head with his other hand, Johan was about to signal that he was close. This prompted you to get a little risqué, closing in on him by deepthroating him on the spot again.

You had to draw in a deep breath after slowing down to show him how magical your throat was. Warming his cock with your mouth was all you could do if it meant protecting yourself, so what would be better than to deepthroat him with a little effort?

As you held your breath, taking all of him made him shoot ropes of cum down your throat, everything occurring as his head was thrown back. To hide his eyes rolling back, he closed them…..firmly.

Retreating from his cock, it wasn’t over yet. He loomed over you once more, taking in the sight of your tongue out as his cum coated it. As sticky its texture was, a side of the encounter also sent shockwaves of arousal within him, leaving Johan to cum all over your face without any inhibitions, whatsoever.

“Hah, that was close, [Name]. You took me so well.” Johan applauded. “No worries, I wouldn’t……tell anyone about our encounter, or the way you executed Stephan Joos. This stays between us.”

“Oh, right…..” he added. “I believe it would be best if you cleaned up after the mess you just made.”

“The mess I made? Johan, you were the one who wanted this……” you spat.

“And what if I did?” he winked. “Just because you pleased me does not mean you’ll refuse to take responsibility.”

“Huh?”

“See, I’m leaving this town. I’ve changed my mind. I no longer want to kill Schuwald and those dear to him. I’ve grown bored of this endless little game between cat and mouse.”

“What?! So you just made this all up, and came all the way to my place only to get your cock sucked dry? Who the fuck do you think you are?!” you snapped.

“Dear, you’ll find out eventually. If I let you know my past, that is.”

Confused by Johan’s statement, he squatted before you and helped you get up like a gentleman.

“Come, [Name]. There’s plenty of things I haven’t discussed with you yet regarding my report. Keep in mind that my plans for you aren’t through yet. After all, I’ve taken a liking to you that it would be a shame for us to part ways at this very moment.”

You nodded, both of you making an exit from the bathroom to talk things through. Feeling disgusted from your cum-soaked clothes, you were ushered to meet Johan in your bedroom, where he was about to demonstrate what it’s like to truly know you.

Some secrets are never meant to be revealed, indeed.

[riewritten]

subjecting you (my dearest reader) to unimaginable horrors by having The johan liebert do this to you with no malice whatsoever

he just wants you to be happy as his dear friend because you went to him one night with your grievances and an additional disclaimer "sorry for bothering you i dont have a lot of people to share this with" and he perhaps thought that, after all, the sun also gets gloomy for not reaching every crevice of the earth with its rays. what more of you, a literal amalgamation of light and kindness in his eyes?

[sam24seven]

There’s a certain kind of guy that everyone assumes is dominant—self-assured, always in control. But deep down, he craves to be ruined, held, and stripped of that control. He won’t let you, though. I’m telling you now, it will take years—maybe even decades—for him to trust you enough to show that side of himself. Sometimes, he’s not even aware of it himself.

But if he ever lets himself go near you, if he ever allows you to take a more dominant role, to care for him even for a fleeting moment—partly lowering his guard just long enough to feel it— he'll never enjoy anything as much as he will this. It will surprise him. He’s spent his life keeping himself from this, never realizing just how much he’d love it. But letting go, releasing everything bad and ugly and terrifying, being touched, being forced to do things he swore he’d never admit to wanting, being made to feel so blissfully helpless…

It will drive him mad. And he’ll hate himself for it afterward.

But men like him?

They're the most fun to dom and break.

Someone who presents himself as dominant, in control, but secretly yearns for the opposite—yet fights it with everything he has. That internal war, the push and pull between his need for surrender and his self-loathing, is what makes him so compelling. He likely has an aversion to intimacy, a self-destructive streak, and a tendency to wield charm and manipulation as a shield—not just against others, but against himself.

He doesn’t see sex as something more. Sometimes it’s for pleasure; sometimes, it’s a transaction, a means to an end. It will take time just to get him to the point where he can see intimacy as something beyond that. Because for him, it’s not just about the physical. It’s years of habits, experiences, and trauma, woven into the persona he presents even to himself. His shoulders might slump when he believes he’s alone, but his true self? That’s something he doesn't know how to bring out.

Characters: Dazai, Gojo, Silco, pts Eren, Shigaraki, Johan Liebert, Levi, Fyodor, Nikolai, chrollo, kurapika, Hawks, Itachi, Hanekawa, Akashi, Dabi, Light, Tsukkishima, Bakugo, Spike, Obanai, Kaneki, Kise, Zack foster, Akutagawa, Mattheo Riddle, Toji.

And anyone you'd like.

[lavandulawrites]

Hello 🧁

Yandere Johan liebert?

I don’t know if you meant a headcanon or not, but I wrote a headcanon anyway

He has you look over your shoulder every time you are alone. His presence is lingering and he is more like an all knowing entity than a human being. Your every action is a result of his omnipresence and you are constantly on your toes with your anticipation running through your veins.

Give me a character and I will give them a random headcanon.

[ballisticbunni]

“Tomorrow Will Be A Better Day…”

Teenage Dieter Head-canons

(Featuring Other Mentioned Characters)

Dieter’s new found family are the first few people he hasn’t tried to run away from since his time spent with Hartmann, actually allowing himself to seek guidance, and direction from those like Doctor Tenma, Nina, Dr. Reichwein, etc. They make sure he’s able to properly continue his education after the Ruhenheim events, participate in sports, and make friends like he should at his age. Due to his upbringing, he remains humble—but that doesn’t mean he could escape the stereotypical “teenage boy experience” so easily.

His signature look is shirts with a striped design.

He’s often times rebellious, but that’s no surprise. Though, he is very stealthy when it comes to trespassing, and participating in graffiti.

Nina helps cut, and maintain his hair.

Despite everything, Nina continues to visit the Czech Republic, wanting to form a connection with the history she has with it, and the people she met along the way. Dieter accompanies her occasionally on these trips, and while doing so, he ended up running into other kids like Antonin, and Miloš (small World); they soon became the best of friends, and proceeded to hang out during various breaks, and holidays after that. The two also told Dieter stories about Grimmer, and the impact he left on them before he passed.

He chooses fire starters in every Pokémon game, always.

Took after Tenma, and picked up playing the guitar (naturally), but leans more towards electric than acoustic.

Likes to Ghost Hunt, and would definitely try to vlog it, too.

Just like everyone else, Dieter is still trying to adjust his life after the chaotic conflict caused by Johan’s actions throughout all those years. Though, because he was nearly groomed to be his successor, Dieter catches himself fixating on this “Monster” that would consume everything he’d thought he needed to become. Dieter never informed any one of these feelings, but he wonders if things were to turn out differently, what then?

Wanted to try experimenting with coloring/dyeing his hair, as well as getting piercings, but was told he has to wait until he was at least 18. (Attempted to pierce himself at some point with the help of Antonin and Miloš—but since it was hard to hide from people like Tenma, especially, and it would easily get infected—he removed them).

HATES the cops (for obvious reasons). But has met both Detective Suk, and Inspector Lunge on separate occasions, and deemed them an exception. Has personally been caught up to no good by Jan Suk, himself, also.

Has a pet rat (this is a given).

[denamelesshuman]

I see you ship Tenjoh :) Do you have any hc for them? I would like to see <3

Ah, I wanted to post this last week but I suddenly get so down and tired and just feel so unappreciated overall that I just wanted to shut down all my SNS, so this took longer than intended. Thankfully Johan and Tenjoh keep me goin'.

Disclaimer: Ideas here are mine alone, some I've posted on my twt before. Just please don't feed this into genAI or any AI to make genAI fics. That's all I'm asking as a creator. And knowing if you like them through likes, rb, or comments always make me happy and appreciate it.

CW: There'll be angst, fluff but also R18 thingy. Strap on bcs this shit gonna be long~

1. Johan escaped from the hospital to follow Tenma home. This hc isn't new per se in this fandom, but the second I finished watching the anime that's all I could think of. Then reading the manga, which offered different paneling than the anime, only convinced me more, bcs just look at this panel

In the middle panel, Johan probs already awoke, and he could see clearly from his window where Tenma walked. This paneling is totally different than the scene in the anime but looked like the continuation of the walking in the corridor. Which meant in the manga, the view came back to Johan again and Tenma in 1 panel. That is a crumb I cannot ignore.

Now we get to the realm of HC. I want to develop this one into fics one day, if I ever get back to writing again.

2. Johan followed Tenma home, but Tenma didn't go straight home, he went to Reichwein's place first, to meet him, Dieter, and Nina, his newfound family. Johan couldn't just go that far with his hospital gown and the coat he stole from the nurse station, so he had to go straight to Tenma's. Using his usual phantom-esque ability and lock-picking skill he observed from Junkers back then, it was a simple task. He waited there till Tenma came home.

Tenma didn't buy a cell phone for a reason, he didn't wanna be bothered other than being paged for emergency thru his pager, so when he got home, his landline rang off the hook, while the hospital staff on the phone was on panic telling him that Johan was missing, only for Tenma to suddenly notice at the same time the shadow lurking at the corner of the room. He knew instantly it was Johan. He told the hospital staff not to alert everyone yet and lied thru his teeth that he'd look for Johan bcs he couldn't be far, anything for them not to report to the higher authorities yet. He hang up the phone, and slowly tried to approach Johan, asking some questions softly just to gauge the situation, whether the boy was armed. He knew Johan would nvr try to hurt him, but the same thing couldn't be said abt him trying to harm himself. Johan's body was soaked thru from the rain, and he barely responded anything to Tenma's questions. He suddenly looked so small, thin, and fragile.

Tenma followed the dripping water from his bangs, to his soaked long coat and hospital gown. His feet only cladded with thin hospital slippers, completely soiled with mud and dirt, proof that he was walking alone all the way from the hospital to his place, probs through a lot of detours to avoid public and crowded streets to remain invisible. Tenma had no idea how the young man even knew his place. Tenma had only rented the apartment in Munich recently bcs he needed a place for himself to come home to whenever he's in the country, also deliberately chose a place closer to the state hospital Johan was in just in case he was notified of an emergency relating to Johan's conditions since he had yet to be conscious. Yet he nvr told the authorities abt it, only Reichwein, Dieter, and Nina knew abt his address. The address listed to his ID was still his old place at Düsseldorf. But it was no use asking Johan now. What was more important now was to dry him and make him warm. Johan was still in recovery, dammit he was still unconscious that morning. Though now it cleared Tenma's suspicions, that Johan was just choosing to sleep, making himself dead to the world around him, but listening to everything he'd said earlier. Tenma's earlier eerie imagination, abt Johan waking up and telling him another secret of his from his perspective, fed by his conversation with Viera prior, turned out wasn't so off-the-line after all. Johan had heard everything he said whenever he came to visit.

"I'm sorry about your carpet, Doctor," Johan rasped, the first thing he said, finally. He looked down at the puddle of dirty water and mud soaking into Tenma's obviously new carpet.

"How did yo- Never mind that, let's-" Tenma trailed off, there was too many questions running in his head atm, but at least he could tell Johan was unarmed, and that he came alone. The longer he dawdled, Johan could catch a cold. And for someone in his conditions, it could easily turn to pneumonia. He looked like he was a second away from fainting, as if a sway of breeze from the ajar window could topple him over.

Tenma promptly ran to bathroom, taking towels and bathrobe with him and back to his living room. Johan didn't move a single muscle.

"Let's dry yourself first, Johan...come here...or may I- may I come there...?" Tenma stiffly gestured to the distance between them.

Johan didn't say anything. He just stared at him. A moment of silence passed, until Johan seemingly, about to take a wobbly step...

Tenma's body moved before he could even realize it...and with good reflex, caught the young man just when he finally fell over. Tenma didn't waste any time, swadling him with towels, and saw Johan scrunched his eyes, as if he was in a lot of pain. Just following his instincts, he picked Johan up. And that was when he finally realized there was something really wrong with Johan's body.

He was light...too light for a man of his build and stature. He knew Johan was always slim and then malnourished due to being unconscious, but this weight... it was just completely wrong.

Tenma brought him to the bathroom in his arms, while Johan looked as if he was fleeting in between consciousness...

Alright I'll stop here before it gets too long. Suffice to say, Tenma took care of him in the bathroom, dried him and cleaned him with warm water, all the while trying to talk to the boy, coaxed him to tell what happened. He didn't get anything out of Johan's mouth until the boy finally broke down in front of him in Tenma's embrace. And Tenma welcomed it, accompanying him through it. All his questions could be answered later. Right now, his priority was to make sure of his former patient's recovery. Looking at Johan's bare body in the bathtub, clearly there were some things worth notifying that caused the alarms in Tenma's head go off. He needed to approach this carefully and thought things through.

After everything was cleaned and dried, he brought Johan to his bed. The young man had cried himself to sleep earlier. His limbs were icy cold still and he was still shivering despite the warm comforter covering his body, a telltale sign of a fever coming.

While watching Johan sleep, he mulled it over. He notified the hospital, making sure the same staff who called him earlier kept his promise not to alert everyone yet, told them Johan was in his place, and he'd bring him back to the hospital first thing in the morning, trying to placate the situations as best as he could, before it caused unnecessary uproar. He needed to make some calls to some people. Because he couldn't help but be suspicious.

Suspicious that now, Johan might be the one in danger this time.

Over several days later, while trying to nurse Johan to break his fever, he did a lot of thinking himself too.

Just at that time, an unexpected phone call came to him. From somewhere he didn't think he would get anytime soon. And brought him a more unexpected news. It was a bad news, but it also helped offer him a solution with his current situation with Johan. He immediately made a few notifications to his boss and heaquarters and adjustments on his next placement for MSF.

He would bring Johan to where he'd go next. It was his responsibility. Johan was his responsibility until he got to the end of it. If Johan was to face his future trials, he should be in full recovery first.

There were a lot of things he needed to do, and many of them were bound to be illegal, smuggling a convicted serial killer out of the country where Germany's jurisdictions couldn't touch him would be no easy feat. He got into contacts with Lunge, Verdeman, and Heckel. And again, asked Heckel to do some research for him. He spilled everything to Lunge and Verdeman, he needed laws expertise on this and to lay out his suspicions to those he could trust.

Long talk long talk, after much debate and arguments thrown over, to the point of a verbal fight with Verdeman, and Lunge had to come in between, Tenma finally convinced the two to help him. But not without promising them two that he would talked to Gillen and Reichwein first. Because they both were still worried that Tenma might've been manipulated by Johan, a fact he vehemently denied. Yet he didn't let them see Johan, for a reason.

He started making preparations meanwhile trying to keep communicating with Johan. Slowly but surely, there was some progress between them.

And the biggest elephant in the room was to tell his plan to Johan himself.

And if Johan would be taken away, then Nina had all the right to know first.

Unexpectedly Johan agreed. So before they departed, Tenma would need to tie all the loose ends on his side and Johan's side with everyone.

He didn't talk to Gillen, his friend was in the middle of writing a book about Johan's case and Johan himself, and it'd be better if both of them were kept in the dark abt everything, at least until his book was published.

He talked to his teacher instead, Reichwein, with much difficulty, seeing as Reichwein was still deeply hurt abt Richard. A heartbreak that had no closure even after Johan's capture. And now, he was abt to break the news and bring Johan to his doorstep, no less.

But Reichwein was indeed his teacher. And a top-notch psychologist at that. He had wisdom that came with age, something Tenma still needed to learn.

He watched from the side as the twins finally reconciled properly.

He himself had a long talk with Nina, about his concerns, what was gonna happen from here onwards, their future (including Nina), when Johan was asleep in another room. He slept a lot, still in recovery.

A talk with Dieter was also difficult, the boy clung to him and cried, breaking Tenma's heart once again. But it was no different then when he told him the first time that he would be frequently out of the country for the MSF. Inside, Dieter had matured much more quickly than children his age, his tough backgrounds made him a brave, resilient, and shrewd kid he was today. He had school, and Reichwein and Nina would be in charge together for him. A promise to spend all his next summer holiday where Tenma would be later on. It was funny but also endearing to see him cautiously approach Johan on his own vollition. But the kid realized, if he was to spend his summer in the country where Tenma would be staying for a while now, then he would also have to familiarize himself with Johan.

Johan too, wasn't cold with him. He acknowledged and welcomed the boy, for the lack of better word. And slowly warmed up to him as well. Facade or not, Johan had always had a way with children, easily. Turned out, Dieter wasn't an exception either, despite everything Dieter knew about the young man. After all, they both came from similar backgrounds.

And the young man knew how much Dieter meant for his sister and Tenma.

One day, Karl called Tenma. He knew Johan was staying with him. He conveyed his desire to talk to Johan, but still unable to bring himself face to face. Tenma suggested a letter where he could pour all his thoughts and feelings at his own pace. When the letter arrived, he left Johan alone in his bedroom to read it. And when he came back, Johan was asleep, or...making himself looked as if he was asleep, to avoid any further questioning. The letter held tightly to his chest, peeking from the cover blanketing him.

Tenma noticed the red puffy eyes and tear tracks on Johan's cheeks. Dried, yet still shone under the afternoon sunlight from the window.

A few days before their departure, at the crack of dawn when the streets were still empty, Tenma brought Johan to visit Richard and Grimmer's graveyards. To pay regards.

Later on Tenma revealed to Johan that back then, Grimmer had talked to him a lot, trying to give him perspectives about Johan, that helped him understand how Kinderheim might have affected Johan, as a kid, in ways deeper than what Johan himself acknowledged or chose not to confront it.

Johan only listened, but chose not to comment. Grimmer's death was never on any of Johan's plans. He was never on Johan's plans bcs otherwise Johan wouldn't have saved him from being beaten to death.

Despite the conflict of interest between them, that much Tenma already knew.

An unexpected visit came to Tenma a day before their departure. And it came in the form of Detective Jan Suk, all the way from Prague. The man looked very troubled, but sincere as always.

He revealed everything in detail to Tenma about his encounters with a certain 'Anna Liebert' back during the case.

Tenma realized, after their conversation, that he had a very mixed feelings about it all. Something he didn't know and wanted to acknowledge atm.

(What I'm trying to do here is I want Tenma to help all the people Johan had burdened in the past to have some sort of closure with him and for Johan to reach out some sort of olive branch to them).

Nina came to the airport, all the way from Heidelberg to send his brother off.

They conveyed their parting words one more time, in each other's embrace and in emotional tears. With a promise to each other, that from now on, they'll both try to finally live and start anew, looking and embracing any happiness they could have along the way. And also a promise to keep contacting each other, from now on.

A promise to start reconnecting their emotional bond as twins, once again.

Tenma brought Johan to live with him in Japan.

A country in the other side of the world from Europe, where Johan's past connections with the underworld and other powerful affiliates might not reach him. In a country where at the time, most of the citizens where still wary about foreigners. In a country where the culture and language were vastly different and completely unfamiliar to Johan, that like it or not, he would need to learn everything from scratch again.

In this situation, Tenma hoped Johan could shed any darkness behind him, and focus himself on what was ahead of him, his new surroundings, and his future, to heal...

To reborn...to consider himself as human from the very beginning this time.

Tenma attended several family businesses to take care of as well as his placement in the MSF branch in Japan. And Johan was always under his watch. A deal he had struck with a few authorities he could trust back in Germany about this arrangement he had with Johan in order to keep everything safe and not blown out of proportion to create ruckus, with a huge chunk of help from Verdeman and Lunge.

In this place, away from everything and everyone else. They both relied in each other's presence and finally, properly getting to know each other better, began facing and sorting out the tangled feelings and emotions they had known had always been there between them.

To try and heal the injuries they both had inflicted to each other, knowingly and unknowingly, and saw where it brought them later.

(I leave it here bcs this was too long already. Just know that in my head, i think tenjoh worked the best in slow burn bcs they had too much baggage between them they need to work out first, and especially Johan with himself).

3. Yokohama suburb, late 1999.

During their temporary living arrangements, Johan was always in regular contact with Nina. Tenma with Dieter and Reichwein. With his teacher, Tenma poured every conflicted feelings he had abt Johan. Reichwein's words were his anchor to keep him grounded in reality, to keep him level-headed, not to lose himself to the emotions the close proximity with Johan had made his brain thought. He needed it, if he had to be the closest to the Johan Liebert.

Reichwein only said to him to embrace the feelings and follow his heart and instinct, like Tenma had always done, because fighting it would be futile, would make a nonexistent problem became a real problem, would only hurt himself and both of them in the long run.

Tenma asked him (and more to himself) whether this, all that he had done for Johan, was it for everyone's safety and goodness, for Johan's recovery, or was it for himself. Whether this was all still a professional act on his part as Johan's former doctor or had he let his personal entanglements with Johan be the driving force.

To which Reichwein only answered calmly, that only Tenma himself could answer that, but from an outsider's perpectives, whatever happened between Tenma and Johan afterwards, it had stopped being a professional relationship the moment Tenma had finished his surgery and Johan was transferred to the police state hospital.

It was the same thing that Verdeman and Lunge had told him before. Back then, Tenma just chose to dismiss it. Now he couldn't run away again from the fact.

That night he lost sleep completely, opting to just stare at the back of Johan's head sleeping next to him on his futon, carefully watching the slow rise and fall of his slender back. Finally realizing that he could no longer pretend about the feelings he had for the younger man.

4. It is said that to get to know each other better and deeper, is to be in a situation where both parties were unfamiliar with.

So Tenma asked Nina whether she had any inkling to what kind of place or activity that Johan might have never done before. If he ever told her things like that.

"He wasn't very open about it so I don't really know. But if you wanna do something like that, do things that will look like it won't fit you two's image or will look outrageous on you two."

"I don't want to do anything ridiculous or make him uncomfortable," Tenma answered promptly.

"Not that! Just something simple, like going to the club," Nina's voice from across the line sounded cheery.

"...club?"

"Yeah! Dance club where youngsters go. Tenma, you look fit right in at quaint cafes and secluded bars, and so is him, right? So clubs will be something new. And while you two there, you guys need to dance with each other. Even if you guys are too embarrassed to dance to each other, the lively atmosphere there where everyone was rocking their bodies, won't make it awkward, you just need to let loose and get on the feels!"

"I definitely do not belong there. Maybe him, but I'm definitely too old to be in dance clubs."

"Nobody there's gonna care about that! Just wear a proper outfits, nothing too formal or flashy, but not too slobby as well. And just fyi, back when we were little at the 3 frogs, I remember we both like to dance whenever we heard songs in the radio and mother was cooking in the kitchen. Just random dance and moving our bodies along with the rythm, and we always giggled to each other after that bcs it made us really happy. It was a moment where we both could really feel ourselves to be free. Do it, Tenma! Bring my big brother there, and let him remember that feelings once again."

Now how could Tenma say no after listening to that kind of story??

Suffice to say, through his connection with an old friend in Tokyo, somehow they ended up in an exclusive club at Ni-chome in Shinjuku. He should've probably thought twice before agreeing to bring Johan to a gay club, exclusive or not. But his request was some place that wouldn't be too crowded and everyone minding their own business and certainly not those places where a foreigner would look too eye-catchy, especially since Johan was bound to make heads turned to him wherever he walked, being a foreigner or not. And this club his old acquaintance owned filled some of the criteria. For one, the place was not too crowded indeed and there were many other foreigners there as well so Johan didn't stand up too much like a sore thumb. And other than the fact that all of them there were guys, they all just had fun and mingled with their own partners or little groups and just over all minded their own business.

The dancefloor had become livelier the later the night and more people came and the DJ had hyped things up more with his chosen songs and arrangements.

Tenma had no clue of any of those music, though, despite some of them were western songs that he had vaguely heard back in Europe.

Tenma and Johan just sat on the bar, comfortable in each other's quiet presence, missing out songs after songs, looking into the dancefloor where more and more people and couples join, intertwining their bodies close to each other or jumping at place. The music constantly changed, from upbeat to slow, pop to electric, alternative rock, even jazz, and both of them still sat where they were from the beginning. Tenma's fists balled tightly on his lap, feeling more like a failure in each turning of song. Feeling guilty on top of that bcs this was all his own idea and he had wanted for the both of them to enjoy their date. He couldn't help but imagine the look of pity from Nina inside his head.

Johan, on the other hand, clearly didn't seem too bothered by the lack of activity on his side. He looked content. His angelic face and pale-skin glowed under the colorful illumination from the lights above him, and his lips tilted up slightly at the corner, just watching every one else but them dancing before his eyes.

Tenma had the sudden urge to just drag the younger to the dancefloor and kiss that small smile in front of everyone, yet he cowered again. Whether Johan had noticed his indecisiveness or not he didn't know. The fact remained that all of the clubbers there looked around Johan's age, which meant they were all attractive youngsters half of Tenma's age and it didn't do a thing to his shrinking confidence. He kept in mind to never listen to Nina's weird suggestion again. Besides, now that he thought abt it clearly, Nina was talking abt Johan from around 2 decades ago, who danced to a children song! Not to a popular music in a gay club...People grew up and who knew if this Johan still liked to dance or not.

He should've just stuck to his comfort zones befitting his age bcs so far Johan had nvr complained about it.

Couldn't handle the awkwardness he brought upon himself, he excused himself to the restroom.

When he came back out, the music had changed to something slower, but still with quite a fast beat to it. And Johan wasn't where he left him.

He looked around in panic till he noticed a sudden cheerful crowd from the dance floor and caught on the sight of a newcomer there.

He didn't exactly situate himself in the spotlight, instead Johan was more in the corner of the room. Yet the way he closed his eyes, seemingly completely oblivious of his surrounding and just losing himself to the music. His body moved to the rythm, the way his head and shoulders swayed slowly, his arms lifted up and down flowingly, the curve of his hips following the steps. His whole body painted by the strobe lights like a work of colorful art in a canvas. His whole figure swayed smoothly, lainguidly yet sensually, without a care of the amount of stares now transfixed on him.

Johan was always otherwordly beautiful, even for Tenma back when he was still chasing him as an enemy.

But this one in front of him, was utterly, devastatingly mesmerizing.

To the point that it suffocated him, rendering his fists subconsciously curled on themselves.

There was something in his carefreeness he showed at the moment that was gripping on Tenma, absolutely enthralling yet so humane at the same time. It was liberating.

It was like a Johan that Tenma had never seen before...No, it was Johan, his Johan, just the side of him Tenma had never known before. And it made him think just how many more shades of him Tenma would keep unveiling one after another.

He didn't even realize he was literally drooling at the sight he witnessed, until the bartender beside him awkwardly cleared his throat and pointed to the corner of his lips, while obviously tried hard to restrain his chuckles.

Tenma wanted nothing but to bury himself in the corner to never be seen again.

If only the bartender didn's say smth that caught him on alert immediately.

"You got some very good catch there, Mister, but if you keep letting him there alone any longer, someone else might snatch him away, y'know."

And it was just then that Tenma belatedly noticing that Johan was already surrounded by many other men, trying to get close to him on the dancefloor, while the object of attraction still completely absorbed in his dance. One of the foreigners was even bold enough to approach Johan from behind and touched his waist, ready to invite himself to be his dance partner...

...and Tenma saw red.

He didn't know what suddenly got into him but he finally strode to the dancefloor, slapped that stranger's hand away from Johan's hips and drew the younger to his arms. Only then Johan opened his eyes and looked disoriented for a bit, before finally, seemingly recognizing him then clinging his whole body to him and keep swaying to the rythm against Tenma's body. Rocking him on the sides, up and down with the way the younger slowly danced.

Tenma let the younger enjoyed himself more. He didn't know how to dance to this kind of song so he could only hug Johan back. One hand on the small of his back, the other placed carefully on the younger's hip. He didn't grip too hard, just enough to give others the message that he was the one coming there with Johan. A show of possesion. And with Johan plastering himself to him completely had effectively swatted away any unwanted attention drawn to the blonde.

Though the effect the rubbing from Johan's rocking body was making him more and more in agony.

After the song finished, Tenma immediately dragged the blonde man to the bar, paid for their drinks, got their coats on, and fled from there.

Johan intertwined their hands together, put his head on Tenma's shoulder and breathed on his neck the long time they took on the taxi back to Yokohama. The booze must have got into Tenma's head bcs his pants were growing tighter with each breath Johan blew on him. The vivid images of the sensual dance Johan did earlier felt like a video being played on loop in front of his eyes and he was achingly hard by the time they both got off the taxi.

He was aware of this. He knew that Johan was aware of this all, that was why he kept the proximity to him.

By the time he locked the door to their apartment, Tenma cornered Johan to the wall and kissed him hard, devoured his mouth and slid his tongue to the wet, hot cavern and tasted his every corner. He slid his hands down and grabbed Johan's hips to his groin, just like how the younger did earlier on the dance floor, and let Johan felt how hard he had caused him.

He fucked Johan all the way for the first time that night and only stopped just right at the crack of dawn when they had exhausted themselves to the bone.

5. While starting their new life together, I want Tenma to bring Johan to childhood things that he had never experienced before, like going to theme parks, picnics at the park, swimming in the beach, going hiking, ice-skating, eating greasy streed food. Tenma also taught him how to cook and some easy Japanese to get by in daily lives. Bcs Johan was older now and had 2 severe head injuries, he couldn't learn language as fast as when he was little. So he was met with some difficulties and Tenma could see how it dampened Johan a little though he tried not to show it. On the other side, these little setbacks and the way Johan was upset, made him much more humane on Tenma's view and he couldn't deny that he looked even more endearing to see he could finally act more like his age, and even showed a little childishness he might have never been able to show as a little kid. I want them to learn about each other's likes and dislikes, not thru questions but through observing each other closely.

6. Tenma's place wasn't his parents' home but a humble japanese-style home he rented in a smaller town just right next to Yokohama's suburb with a good nature view and huge backyard where Johan and Tenma grew their flowers, veggies and herbs. The aim was so Johan had other productive things to do when waiting for him to come home from work. They also adopted a cat which latched on to Johan in no time and was almost inseparable from him. All were things Johan and him had never done before.

7. Johan communicated with Anna through emails on a daily basis and international calls every weekend. Tenma had to work harder to cover for those phone bills 🤣.

8. Dieter spent a month in the next summer there and it was evidence that he grew attached to Johan just as Johan grew attached to him, as if Dieter was his salvation of his lost innocence in childhood and now Johan wanted to see of what his old self could've been thru Dieter's eyes.

9. After Gillen's book about Johan was released and became a best-seller in Europe in 2001, and touring the world for it, received Weber's interview, after Gillen got back to the office and resumed his work as psychiatrist, Tenma told him everything, including his relationship with Johan. He apologized profusely for keeping him in the dark, but there was smth evil still lurking in Europe and his suspicions that Johan might have been in danger if Tenma left him alone. Gillen was completely shocked but finally agreed to be Johan's therapist.

10. Alternate Universe where they stayed in Munich:

Nina and Eva having girls night out on xmas night, and wanted to surprise Tenma with gifts in his flat, only to walk in on Tenma and Johan fvcking on the couch in the living room, Johan riding Tenma roughly, in a sexy female elf costume, the flimsy green skirt riding up his smooth white thighs, while Tenma was in Santa outfit, with hat, fake beard and all, his chest and abs unbutton and bare. Johan's shoulders, chest, and back were also bare. His shirt being yanked down and displayed the range of colorful love bites on his chest, nipples, collarbone, and neck. Johan's skirt was the only thing covering Tenma's c0ck from the girls' plain vulgar view from the doorframe while it pistoned in and out inside him, but still NO hiding the wet squelches sound of where the two men's bodies connected, the creaky sound of the sofa, their faces flushed and wanton, Tenma's heavy grunts and Johan's...needy, high-pitched moan and FFS Nina nvr even knew her big brother could sound like THAT! Her face burnt so bad on his behalf.

It was clear from the guys' specified costumes that they'd planned for this for a long time. Was that why Tenma refused their invitations for xmas dinner?? And Johan was out of reach since xmas eve.

All it took was the drop of Eva's bag for them to finally notice their presences, when both the guys looked at the door frame. Nina was utterly shocked but still the look on his big brother when their gazes met was on another level. When it morphed into realization of what was going on, Nina had nvr seen Johan w/ that expression before. No, she never thought he was even capable of showing mortal fear and absolute embarrassment on his face. It was also the the first time she heard Tenma cursed so loud when he pushed both of their bodies off the couch and to the floor, and effectively covering Johan's almost topless form from the door view.

It took every ounce of strength from Nina to drag the hysterical Eva out of the flat and close the door shut with a loud bang.

To buy more time for the guys to tidy themselves up and for herself to gather her wits and process what the fvck was going on between Tenma and his big brother and how long had this been going on without any of them noticing.

P.S that's all for now. I actually have a lot and I yap more about Tenjoh in my twt since I have more audience there lmao. So head there if you're interested.

[rocketbaby]

johan and reader nsfw hcs? 😗

I feel like Johan is not a big fan of relationships and sex in general butttt here is how I think he could be like if he was dating you

I would say he's not on the rougher side as he prefers slow and gentle sex,he doesn't like the idea of being mean or rough with his partner,he is a monster of course as he killed multiple people but still,he actually cares about you in his own way

He doesn't make a lot of sounds which can sometimes turn you off. He eventually only lets out smaller grunts if he's close

He's almost never in the mood for it so usually it's you who initiate things

But even if it's not something he's necessarily looking forward to,he sometimes gets into it because your insides just feel so warm and it's hard to hold back even for him

I wouldn't say he hates it though,he doesn't mind making love to you if that makes you happy

He doesn't want kids at all so he always pulls out before finishing,what a gentleman

if maybe he's pissed off or pent up because of something,he likes to go for more than one round as it makes him forget about shit. Still he's just as gentle but he can sometimes grab firmly onto a part of your body to hold you in a better position

Usually he likes to hold you by either your shoulder/s and forearm/s , either by your waist

The aftercare is alright,it's not the best but it's not as bad either

He asks you how are you feeling and if anything hurts and he offers to run you a bath. Eventually if he's in the mood for it he'll cook you something but rarely. It's nothing more than this,he's not a big fan of cuddles and kisses , eventually just a small affirmation that you did well

[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.

[writtenbyjeanofarc]

— Johan Liebert - NSFW Alphabet —

Discussion

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

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

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

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

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

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

The possibilities are endless.

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

NSFW under the cut!

NSFW Alphabet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That being said, he might be a virgin.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

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

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

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

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

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

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

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

People’s psyche.

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

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

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

Being touched, kissed, or held without consent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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

[riewritten]

post-canon male wife johan liebert... post-canon male wife johan liebert who cooks for you after a rough day (or, perhaps, makes sure that you can eat even during the times you don't have the appetite to do so) because the only way he could express his care for the people he deems dear is to be of use for them... acts of service male wife johan liebert... :(

[benilos]

So Ben Drowned is basically modern day Johan Liebert. Manipulative characters are kind of scary. I study his personality and I think Ben Drowned is secretly Johan Liebert. If I said so, he is basically Gen Z’s Johan Liebert.

-headcanon anon who missed everything.

had to look up who tf johan liebert is and honestly? Yuh. Canon BEN, the little green FAB-ed freak turning ppl into serial killers and controlling them? Sexy as fuck lets do it

[ranposbabe]

Hello!! Can you do a Johan Liebert x Light Yagami Fem!reader. A reader who's just like Light Yagami, has the ame mindset and personality. You can also add the death note, make the reader have the death note if you want.

Thank you for the interesting request!!

I made this into headcanons if that’s okay!!!

Hope you like it!!

Like Light, you come across to many as average yet quite charming

This has helped you mingle your way into meeting different kinds of walks of life

Everyone glances over this of course

Everyone but Johan ofc 🙄

His tactics of manipulation are quite obvious to you and yet he is still intimidating since he uses his in the most subtlest of ways as possible

If you happen to have the death note and Johan discovered it- he will not hesitate to confiscate it

You’re determined not to hand the valuable notebook over but trust when Johan will have you shakingly hand it over to him

Something along the lines of “You have such an honour and yet you waste it on your own benefit killing petty criminals. Why not use it on those truly deserving of it ?” If not confiscated there’s a possibility the name tenma would’ve been written in it eventually

You literally think you’re god but you’re falling for the devil ?

And God doesn’t even exist (Johan’s words btw)

Despite becoming paranoid that he’ll take advantage- Johan doesn’t use it?? He just locks it away or sum. But he now has that over you!! So you’re now constantly at a disadvantage

You’re sure of your own goals yet overtime you find yourself giving in, slipping your plans to Johan ?? All the while he sits back contently staring you down with those piercing yet soft and mysterious blue eyes-(I’m getting carried away omg)

On the other hand you are quick to call Johan out on his bs (in private) The way he plays friends with Karl is almost amusing

Like you just wanna get rid of everyone in your way but if Johan had his way it would just be you two left in the world so you can suffer- suffer together aw

Overtime you find yourself wanting to learn more about him. You want to understand how he became the man that he is

Soon the wants turns into needs ❤️‍🔥

Coincidentally this is when Johan appears more frequently and at the least suspected of times

But Johan is very hard to crack which very quickly irritates you. You cannot fully understand him or his doings. He’s completely different from the imbeciles you typically associate yourself with

He can undress your mind so quickly- along with your clothes

Overtime the way he speaks, eyes adoring you, adjusting his blazer at times and abandoning his drink every time you speak makes you -oh wait he’s made you forget about the notebook and your goals whether you like it or not

Sooner or later you’ll be completely submitted to him and him only

Just the way he likes it <3

[ballisticbunni]

DIETER WITH A PET RAT UR SO RIGHT.

Also personally I like to imagine how any parent/teacher meeting would go with Tenma and Dieter. How do you even begin to explain that??

Like Tenma trying to explain saying, "Yeah he's probably a bit disruptive and disrespectful of authority due to being on the run from the police for a couple years. No, he's not my son. No, I didn't kidnap him. Sorry he's so used to violence I was doing my best. Really, it's a wonder he turned out this well."

So sorry for a late response!

I’ve actually thought about this multiple times, myself. As funny as it may sound, I like to imagine Dieter putting on this sweet mask in front of Tenma whenever he’s up to no good, seeming as if he’s an angel (which he is). But Tenma sees right through it every time, and knows somewhat—what is going on in Dieter’s head. I’d also think Dieter, being the wit that he can be, would share his sarcastic input and unnecessary commentary throughout these parent/teacher meetings, and Tenma has to keep himself from laughing.

But, even with Tenma being considered one of the many “paternal figures” in the Monster fandom, it’s hard to envision what kind of father he’d actually be. Of course he’s kind, gentle, and patient. But would he also occasionally put his foot down, be stern, and confrontational? Maybe with Johan—yes, we’ve already seen it. But I can’t see him acting such towards Dieter. What do you think? (I believe Johan is cursed with the older sibling syndrome, and has certain expectations to meet, while Nina and Dieter get let off the hook. Lol).

Also, speaking of which in regard to what you mentioned! Even though Tenma has somewhat of a guardianship over Dieter, people would still question their dynamic—leading to possible racist interactions. At this point, if/when Dieter witnesses this, he completely drops his “class clown” act and sticks up for the one person he’d consider “dad.”

Anyways! I apologize for the length of this post! I hope you don’t mind. I guess I couldn’t help myself, I get excited with these asks. But, please share any more opinions you may have! It’s enjoyable to read.