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Homicidal Liu and Jeff The Killer (Woods brothers platonic)
tw: angst, description of past violence, memories.
author's notes: I still hold the opinion that Jeff is a lone killer and he wouldn't become one of the proxies at gunpoint. But I love the Woods brothers too much, so I'm willing to betray my principles for the sake of this story.
Jeff hates that he's here, that he's among the same lunatics that his younger brother is. He hates hearing his voice, he hates feeling his presence, he hates that he survived.
It would have been easier for him to accept that Liu died after his younger brother brutally murdered him, gutted his organs and mutilated his body. It's easier to live with that, because based on that, Jeff can conclude that he's a monster. A bastard who doesn't need family, friends, or an environment, who copes with his ego and endless love of bloodshed. He didn't give a damn about how much it hurt, how his victims squirmed, how they begged him to stop while their faces bled from the pressure and distorted into a grimace of horror at the very sight of Jeff. After all, he didn't even cry when he plunged a blood-soaked knife into his own older brother's flesh for the umpteenth time. He was feeding off of how frantically Liu was trying to defend himself.
But now Jeff has to put up with being human. That it's typical for him to feel sorry, that he's typical to feel uncontrollable, overwhelming pain and despair. His own ego is bursting at the seams at the thought that he is sorry that seeing Liu like this is unbearable. Especially to see how he forgives Jeff, how he tries to get in touch, unobtrusively, carefully, as if Liu was the killer and Jeff was the victim.
Jeff would climb into his own skull, crushing the bone with his own hands, reach into the convolutions with his fingers and pull out the part that responds to regret. He dug into the very core so that he would never feel burdensome fucking guilt again. She makes he sick, she makes he sick. All these years he thought he was a monster, a psychopath. That's true, but is it typical for all of this to feel like you care?
Jeff stumbles into the mansion with a characteristic bang of the door hitting the wall. It was unusual for him to be quiet within these walls. Hedidn't t care who wants to sleep there. He's fucked up, he urgently needs to bury his nose in the pillow without even bothering to undress. It's winter now, and everyone gets sick, and falls into bed, so he wouldn't even think about waking someone up when they're knocked out like babies, but that's if he didn't care.
Clearing his throat, he trudges down the hallway when he notices the flickering firelight from the hall. Gears begin to work in his head despite his fatigue. At such a time, only a few creatures are awake: BEN, but he never stays alone in the mansion, it is typical for him to go to the cyberworld during his vacation; Sally, however, the static is not heard — she has trouble sleeping and sometimes Slenderman stays with her in his arms by the fireplace until the baby falls asleep.
Jeff took a few steps forward, peering into the hall, at first concluding that the fireplace had simply been forgotten to put out, but he notices that the firewood is fresh. At the same moment, he gets an electric shock that makes the hair on his neck stand on end - there's a folded striped scarf on the couch. Jeff hurries to escape, manages to take a few wide hurried steps away from the hall, as a painfully familiar voice is heard behind him, calling his name. Liu looks at his back with a kind of despair. Jeff can feel it.
Why the hell couldn't that bastard sleep-
«Just look at me».
Jeff doesn't even turn around. He stands there rooted to the spot, staring at one point and nervously clutching the handle of a knife in the pocket of his hoodie. He doesn't want to look at the scarred face, doesn't want to remember how his knife so easily split open his older brother's face. In any other setting, Jeff would have considered these scars beautiful just because they're shaped like a smile. The teeth are clenched until they crack somewhere in the skull. Finally Jeff responds with a negative shake of his head. He doesn't hear when Liu gets closer, despite Jeff's enhanced hearing.
«Jeffrey».
«Not today, okay? I'm fucked up, you know where you can find me»
«I'm tired of you avoiding me, too». Jeff makes a hoarse grunt, like it's something he never wanted to hear.
«I wouldn't have had to if you hadn't come here». He raises his voice, glancing over his shoulder at Liu. His heart skips a beat and he immediately turns away. Jeff knew that this conversation would take place, he knew that he would be alone with his brother, and he knew that he would delay this moment to the last drop. Jeff takes a step back, tries to turn away, when Liu walks around him and wraps his arms around his shoulders, almost escapes from the grip and, like a child, rests his chin on his chest just not to look just not to look just not to look-
Liu's arms are wrapped tightly around his body anyway, pressing his face against his lifeless black hair. Jeff's arms fell limply to either side of his body as he stared glassy-eyed through something. He was afraid to hug Liu back. It's scary that this body will incinerate at his touch or crack like a fragile relic. But he was tired, exhausted. He allowed himself to press his forehead slightly against his brother's shoulder, exhaling humbly.
«Aren't you scared?» Jeff asked in a low voice, hoping deep down for a "no" answer, even though he told himself it was absurd.
«I'm scared. It's scary that nothing alive moves in me anymore from someone else's pain, it's scary that we.. strangers».
It was on the tip of his tongue to say, «I'm afraid of what you've become». He's really scared at the thought of his little brother becoming this. Irreparably insane. Liu will never admit to himself that he still feels the same fear that night when he sees Jeff out of the corner of his eye in the corridors of the mansion.
But they're close. They're both scared and they're both in pain.
thank you for such a fitback in the last post. I keep going crazy over these two (*´▽｀)
I've been painting them a lot lately.
I haven't been here for a long time, but I want to draw a parallel so that you can see it too.
I like to think that Jeff is, in fact, the system that BEN hacked (not literally, of course). That's why there was a short circuit in this killing machine, and now the fucking virus takes up a lot more space on its memory card. This is a metaphor for the fact that BEN is literally spreading on the Internet and is engaged in hacking.
Dont blame me for the pathetic sharpening in Jeff's hands.
wth guys
Umm, joining the benjeff nation because I CANNOT STOP thinking about them (°▽°)
Jeff the killer and LJ <33
Doodle dump!!!
Wanted to post more on here! Felt like I was kinda neglecting tumblr tbh 😔😔 some doodles of all my current interests rn!
headcanon: creepypasta guys call their s/o darling❣️❣️❣️
jeff: likes watching his babe blushing after different cute nicknames he gives her, especially after ,, darling ’’. he hugs and makes her feel comfort.
ben: likes teasing his darling girl with this nickname, because it makes him feel fun and joy. but sometimes he’ s too annoying, so he tries to say apologise to his dove.
eyeless jack: feels shy to say this, but secretly calls his bebe like that, when he talks about her with other guys. sometimes thinks about her reaction and blush.
I haven’t drawn much in a long time, every time I do I just kind of stare at it
also I keep pressing my back button on my mouse and its like, irritating me.
Help why is his hair so long- 💀
Look at this stupid meme I found, I love it- 😭
bruh, the art isn’t signed by ‘jagoinka’ because i was drawing this on aggie.io, and there I named myself ‘’crazy_cock” XDD don’t ask
*chewing noises*
cringetober day 13
and happy creepypasta day :3
I drew my sona as some notable creepypasta characters
Jeff design for my Creepypasta au
(Creepypasta X SCP Foundation X Jujutsu Kaisen + Female Reader)pt 2
This was the original update, but then I realized it was too long, but now I'm like, ugh. You Reader should see it.
This is not a chapter of the story. I don't know how to put it. I guess it is a long summary.
Hope you enjoy.
Y/n is a young detective. She graduated high school at a young age, and she took a college test on her first day to graduate. She got the top scores that anyone has ever seen. Her first case was the missing Charlie Matheson JR. It's a cold case. The men didn't want a child to work with them, let alone a female. They made fun of her, for being young, being a female, and for being smart. To shut her up, one of the men gave her a cold case, a missing child.
Y/n toke the case as a challenge. She first went to see the Matheson family. Only to know the father killed himself in a house fire, Diane the mother has moved on from Charlie disappearance, but she never forgot her beloved son.
She believes that he was long dead after 3 years. She asked y/n if Y/n found anything about Charlie or, better yet, Charlie's body, to bring him to Diane. She wishes to give him peace, and y/n was Determine to find Charlie to bring him back to his mother.
Y/n started looking into the case, Charlie disappeared in the woods that happened to be near his home. She started looking at other cases that happened in the woods or around the woods. Y/n was pissed at how many missing children and people went into the woods.
Y/n questions the locals. The locals said that the woods have a supernatural being protecting it. If you look at the woods from above, it looks like it would take 5 days. But walking through the woods would take 22 hours to be on the other side.
Y/n started looking into supernatural stuff and found a lot about supernatural creatures. One of the male detectives gave you a folder that a civilian gave to him. Inside the folder was all the founding about the disappears of Charlie Matheson JR.
That's all I have. I hope you enjoy the read. I don't know if I'll post a chapter or not. I'm still working on how everything would go. How would the other characters in Jujutsu Kaisen would react to Y/n? What about the curse spirits. Who would try to kill her? Who would protect her. Would she make friends with some Jujutsu Sorcerer. Would Geto have her kill.
See so many questions, no answer to them. Yet. Have a Killer day, and I'll see you in the next update. Bye.
look at these dudes guys
Can more people please make more homicidal Liu fanart. I know the creepypasta fandom isn’t as active anymore but I need more fanart of him.
Squse me for the break
I'm going back to old fandoms
I'm doing so much portfolio fancy art stuff, and drawing these was very fun and silly and happy.
Kinda a follow up to the last one. They're all having a fun happy time!
Tw: Nsfw, anal fingering, male masturbation, Degradation, choking, dub-con, blood and slight possessiveness
The mansion was always quiet at night. The sound of floor boards creaking as everyone rushes off to bed. The wind flowing through the cheers creating a soft rattle. Jeff’s loud moans sounding through his room, well maybe that one isn’t the most calming but still. Everyone was out the house except for y/n and Jeff.
Y/n was new in the mansion they never showed much emotion and that pissed Jeff off. He was angry how you were able to stay so calm even when he would pick on you. At dinner he’d dump your plate of food and water on you. He’d just talk down on you like your nothing but dirt. You were declared enemies everyone in the mansion knew you guys didn’t like each other, well… That’s what they thought, you see Jeff was threatened by how he couldn’t get you in trouble.
The way you look down at him with those cold eyes and death stare. It results with Jeff aggravated as hell and his cock throbbing in his sweatpants. The way he runs his hands all along his body wishing they were your scarred hands. Or the way he overstimulates himself thinking of you degrading him and roughly stroking him with no mercy.
Which brings us to now. You were fed up with Jeff’s bullshit, you got home from a mission early everyone would be back in about a hour and a half for dinner. You went into the fridge to look for your leftovers but to your dismay they weren’t there. You sigh but run upstairs into your room and see your left over poured out on your sheets, but that’s not what pushed you over the edge. He had touched your homemade knifes and guns, they were smashed into pieces.
Your fists clench so hard blood is drawn. You start stomping down the hallway to his room getting angrier and angrier by the second. You got to his door and kicked it open. You looked around his room and saw him on his floor leaning against his bed stroking his cock. Your eyes went wide, it was one thing for him to be masturbating. ‘He may be pent up’ you told yourself. Though what caught your attention was him moaning out your name.
“Ah- fuck y/n please..-“ he moans out breathily as his hand starts to go faster on his cock. His head tilts back as moans pour out his mouth. You close the door locking it as your blood smears on it. You walk over to him being careful to not trigger any creaky boards. “You stupid fucking whore.” You say bluntly and his eyes open wide as he looks up to you with a look he’s never seen. Your.. your showing emotion…? You grab his arm making him stand up and you throw him to the ground. He falls back with a hard thud and he attempts to cover his cock while he’s at it.
You grab his hand (that was stroking him) roughly and you bring your other one up high and bringing down with immense force onto his hard cock. “oH~” he moans out as you slap his cock. You grab onto his throat choking him roughly as his hands shoot up trying to tear you off. “God, I see now. You picked on me to make yourself feel better didn’t you, you disgusting worthless slut.” You say angrily. “But I certainly didn’t expect this.” You say as your face contorts into a smile even more psycho than his permanent one. You throw him onto the bed and before he protests you lift his legs and sit in between them. You grab his cock stroking him roughly, he tries pushing you off but it doesn’t work.
He moans at your warm hands and cold glare this situation was so embarrassing. You then dig your thumb into the slit of his cock and his back arches. “F-fuck that hurts!” He whimpers out. You keep spitting on his cock going faster and faster. He starts fucking your fist faster giving into the pleasure and pain. After some more rough strokes his cock starts twitching in your hand and his back arches. “F-FUCK CuMMing~!” He moans out as cum lands on your hand. You look at his cock with your cold stare and you start rubbing faster again. He moans out loudly trying to push you off him. “SeNSITIVE!” He yells out trying to wiggle out your grasp. “Take it like a good slut.” You state bluntly leaning into his face, your hand stops it’s torture on his cock and he looks confused at your sudden show of mercy.
You press your lips up to his pushing your tongue in his mouth. His eyes go wide shocked at your act, he puts his hands on your cheeks as you pull him even closer. The kiss was rough and aggressive all the things Jeff loves. You moved down onto his neck sucking marks on it as he whimpers softly.
You pull back and look at the red marks on his neck, satisfied. You grab his hips and flip him over on all fours. “Wtf do you think yo-“ before he can even get something out his mouth your knuckle deep inside him. He lets out a silent scream as he puts his head in his pillow. You pull the finger pushing back in roughly as he starts moaning into the pillows. You then add a second finger crooking your finger to find his- “AGH~” he moans out loudly as his head shoots up.
“WTF WAS THAT?!” He asked confused. “Your prostate dumbass.” You say thrusting your fingers faster. You continue to hit his prostate as his mind clouds with more lust and the pain from the overstimulation. You add a third finger. “MPHMMMM~!” He moans into the pillow as cum shoots out below him. “Please, more. I wanna feel your hand wrapped around my cock, your hand in my ass. F-fuck JUST SOMETHING PLEASE!!!” He shouts out shaking from the overstimulation. Let’s be honest. Who were you to deny him, you were gonna do that anyway.
Aftercare:
After he cums for the ninth time he goes limp on his bed and you hear the mansion doors open. The gang must be home. Jeff’s shaking on the bed as the aftershocks hit him hard. You bend over kissing his stunning face as he goes still at your subtle kindness. And a blush spreads across his face around where his tears were.
You stand up and go into his bathroom getting a towel with water. You clean him off as he looks at you tiredly. You can tell he wants to say something but he’s to fucked out to. You lay next to him wrapping an arm around him and swing your leg over. Your finger goes onto his back as you repeatedly write ‘mine’ on his back. And he mutters ‘yours’ before he falls asleep.