hewwo heathens 🥑🌈 the lovely @scungilliwoman and @sinfuels both tagged me to make my OC in this portrait maker and cuddle a cutie in this picrew. thank youuuu! 💕
even though my girl eventually ends up a seedfucker, I made her surprise hug @josephslittledeputy’s Willa. (their ship name is Wigi bc it sounds like ppl mispronouncing ouija board 🌝) I loved the portrait maker because it looks so elegant and had a nose similar to hers
tagging: @nonfunctioning-queer @josephslittledeputy @henbased @transdeputy and everyone else who’d like to do this ♡
My beloved @scungilliwoman tagged me to post something I am currently working on and I’ve already got TWO things for you. What a deal!
First up is this drawing of @josephslittledeputy‘s OC Willa in her Far Cry 3 AU. Finally getting somewhere with this :3 (I think tumblr is messing with the quality again though... *sighs*)
And for your reading pleasure: I am finally brave enough to share what I’ve been cooking in my internal meth lab brain for the idea I’ve already teased a bit where my dep is getting another sin from Johnny. Huge shoutout to @havingsomemorejohnlarks for giving me lovely feedback on an earlier version of this! <3
Fair warning for dubcon though. And this is still very rough and in need of editing of course.
Her head was pounding mercilessly. Unable to open her eyes, she rolled her head and let out a groan at the strain she felt in her shoulders which to her surprise was trapped by a piece of duct tape loosely covering her mouth. Apparently, she had drooled enough before coming to almost free her from the sticky gag. Bliss was still clouding her mind. Where was she? What had happened? With great effort, she managed to pry her lids apart to be greeted by dim red lighting, only able to make out vague shapes, not yet recognizing the room she was in. She let them fall shut again, her chest rising and lowering with a huff.
Upon attempting to lean forward and raise her hands to her head to rub her temples, the chair she was sitting in creaked slightly. However her arms were held back by rough ropes, tightly wound around her wrists and tied behind her back. As the drugs started to wear off she realized now that not only her hands were bound but also her feet, legs spread to either side of the chair. Her own flush with the furniture’s legs. Plastic zip ties dug into her ankles and into the flesh right under her knees.
“For fuck’s sake” she slurred, still trying to piece together where she was and what had gotten her into such a precarious situation. Soon enough though, bits of the fog clouding her memory dispelled. Frantically she looked around. She had been out hunting with Jess who was now nowhere to be seen.
The sound of a door unlocking and abruptly swinging open made her flinch.
“Oooh, Deputy!” John extolled, metal tray in one hand, a toothy grin spanning across his lips. He quickly made his way over to her when the realization hit: She was back at his bunker again. His men must have captured her by his orders once he had gotten wind of her setting foot in Holland Valley.
He sat the tray down on a small table next to her with a clunk. The tattoo gun she spotted in it sent a shiver down her spine that she was not able to hide. He mockingly clicked his tongue at her reaction but his grin grew even wider. Much gentler than she would have ever anticipated, he slowly peeled the tape away from her mouth. Tattooed fingers briefly caressing her lips.
“Don’t fucking touch me” the Junior Deputy spat out, her speech still a little impaired. Tears shot to her eyes as his hand wandered down her body, ghosting over her form – from throat to breast to hip – coming to rest on her thigh.
[John saying something derogatory about her foul mouth or whatever but beaming with excitement]
Gigi rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the fluid pooling in their corners. “What do you want now, greasy smartass? If you brought me here to atone and play more twisted little mind games with me… not happening.” These words came out more shaken than she would have liked to but it was the best she could muster at the moment. Now she could add anger directed towards herself to the list right under being angry at John.
She hoped to affect him at least marginally with her words but his expression was unchanged as he put his other hand on her thigh and leaned in close. Hot breath hit her lips when he explained: “We wouldn’t have to do all of this if you just. said. yes. my love.” He snickered. Disgusting. John Seed was close enough that she could have kissed him (if he weren’t such a piece of shit of course). Her mind briefly considered at least headbutting him, hard, but the drugs were still too present in her system to hurt him more than she’d hurt herself. “Confess, atone [something smug, sexual and annoying john would say].”
As an answer, she just snorted disdainfully and tried to turn her head away. John was quick to cup her chin in a painful grip though, forcing her to face him. Nails dug into soft skin, causing some tears to creep down her cheeks. The grin was gone, his expression flooded with rage instead.
“We both know better than this.” His voice was almost but a whisper but she still felt his words on her lip. John let his fingers trail down her neck once more. She held her breath for a split second when he touched the raised skin of the T on her chest. It hurt but she did not want to give him the satisfaction of reacting to the pain. To no avail though.
She was tired. Every bone in her body hurt. Her muscles ached. The drugs were still wearing away at her. She simply did not have enough strength in her to hide at least the little twitch that gave it away. Johns's eyes widened for a split second then hungrily took in her flesh, covered in bruises and dirt as he pushed back her shirt from the neckline down to cup her breast, squeezing it.
“Ahh,” he exclaimed quietly. Gigi’s stomach turned. She let her lids fall shut once more. Squinting hard almost hoping if she did it enough he would just disappear and she’d wake up from the nightmare the next time she opened her eyes. He was still there. Right hand on her breast, his left thumb lightly stroking over the fabric of her jeans.
She wished she could scream. She wished she was not crying right now though she did her best to hold the tears back. Her throat felt like a noose was tightening around it by the second. Despite that, she could hear her own voice.
“John…” It was distant and sounded unfamiliar as if she was eavesdropping on someone’s old TV in another room. “Leave me be. It does not have to be this way… please.” Weak. Pathetic.
“You’re right, it doesn’t.” He started massaging her breast through her bra, shoving its cup aside as well after a few moments. Despite the vile amount of repulsion she felt this was at the same time pleasurable, she couldn’t deny that. In a different setting, she’d certainly ask him for more, even beg him to touch her in other places, to not leave an inch of her body unattended. Like this though, she’d rather remove every bit of herself he had ever come into contact with. “You are the only one to blame for making this so hard.”
His smug smile disgusted her. Gigi wondered if he believed his own words, the syllables he purposefully dragged out.
“You are not beyond salvation, Deputy. Pour your sins out to me, open yourself up to me. Reveal yourself. Only one word is all it takes.” John emphasized the last sentence by unexpectedly pinching her nipple and giving it a firm tug. She responded with a piercing yelp. The way this turned her on though sickened her. There was no point in holding back her tears anymore and she just let her head hang down.
John was *delighted*. Having the Deputy at his mercy, ashamed, confused, and impaired – delicious!
“I would have expected you to keep your composure much better than that.” He leaned back and laughed, hollow sounds coming from the back of his throat. They almost did not reach her ears through the wave of relief about not having his hands on her body anymore washing over her. A solace he only allowed her to dwell on briefly as he hooked his fingers under her belt to pull himself back in.
“Please don’t…” the junior deputy managed to spit out, holding his gaze with large eyes like a doe in headlights. He pressed his cheek to hers to hum into her ear:
“Hm, that’s not it. Let me help you. Just say yes.” John trailed his tongue over her cheek, following the paths her tears had created. He kissed along the wet lines soothingly. I gentle gesture, something she never expected he’d be even capable of. Suddenly the loving caress of his lips was replaced by a sharp sting. He had sunk his teeth into her flesh, forceful enough to draw blood. A content sound escaped him as he marveled at the crimson liquid, reaching out to smear it around with two fingers. He licked his fingers clean only to bring them up to her face again and take up some more blood.
“I want you to taste how sinful you are.” Pushing his digits to her plush lips she hesitantly let him in. “Yes. Open up for me.” The last word mixed with a sound akin to a guttural moan as she began to suck, maintaining eye contact. Gigi should have bitten him, turned away, kept her mouth shut. Everything but to *suck* as if she was his lover, eager to please him. Why she would even do such a thing was beyond her. Blame it on the drugs, she was not herself now anyway.
With his other hand, he slowly undid her belt. Her eyes widened, begging. For what, she did not know for sure.
Mercy?
More?
John nodded understandingly, pulling back his fingers. Rationally she knew he could not read her mind but right now she highly doubted her sanity. She did not want any of this. She was deeply repulsed by John Seed, his family, and the many ways they tormented her and her friends yet the desire gleaming inside of her could not be denied.
He reached over to the metal tray. Gigi turned her face to the other side. If she could only leave her body right now… Something cold poked the skin below her ribs followed by the sound of fabric ripping. He had cut through her shirt with a hunting knife. It was beautiful, elegant. A tool matching the one wielding it perfectly. He now dragged its tip over the mangled skin on her sternum, not applying enough pressure to draw blood but still sufficient to leave raised red marks. Every time the metal hit her sin she winced like a puppy. When he had enough of this game he dug the blade under her bra’s center front, tearing through it just as easily as previously with her shirt. Pleased by the sight of her breast spilling out he tucked the knife into her waistband, blade dow, with an approving “mhm”.
Tagged by @aceghosts and @scungilliwoman a while back, sorry it took me so long to get to this! Thank you so much for the tag :)
Tagging: @yeetslovescheese @i-am-the-balancing-point @havingsomemorejohnlarks (Only if you want to, of course!)
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I'll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Tweaked Willa’s design on MetaHuman and I’m really happy with the way it came out. She looks exactly the way I imagined her, without her face scar on the left and her brighter green eyes of course
Chaos bean, ready to cause the Seeds some trouble :’)
Certainly not willingly! Okay I say that, but, there definitely may or may not be a time in the future where some stuff goes down and the Seeds just so happen to find Willa, casually feasting on someone (okay in her defense, she was under the little ‘spell’ of conditioning Jacob thoroughly instilled in her... So it wasn’t like an active choice on her part oeigjpweoirgj)
16. Whats the worst thing that has happened to your oc?
I think witnessing the aftermath of her moms murder definitely tops anything the Seeds could ever dream of throwing at Willa (yes even kidnapping and brainwashing babyyy!) and anything after that she’s like “Of course, why wouldn’t this happen?”
25. Has your oc ever been kidnapped? How did they deal with the situation? How would they, if they haven’t?
If Willa had a dollar for every time she’s been kidnapped, she’d have almost $20. Which isn’t a whole lot, but it’s weird that it keeps happening lololol. Honestly its become a bit of a recurring theme for her at this point..
26. What would it take to “break” your character? What would destroy them completely?
Ahh hm, honestly Willa has a bit of a break in the bunker after the collapse happens and bounces between being okay and being just a depressed pile (don’t let her think of going topside or about her friends that she’ll have to bury when she goes up there...) After her friends from the resistance reject her she falls into a bit of lapse for a bit where she doesn’t do very much. Really going through the motions I guess (they make up later tho it’s okey)
I think what would destroy her completely is if anything were to happen to Jacob, John, or Joseph or any of their kids for sure!
idk if youre taking asks for the horror thing BUT if you are, could i get 4 18 and 22 for Willa?
Ahhh I am, thank you so much! ^-^ These were really fun to do :)
4. How does your oc feel about blood and gore? Does their opinion change between fake gore in movies and real gore?
Willa really dislikes blood, honestly it gives her that gross nearly fainting feeling, despite seeing far too much of it in Hope County. Also it's a bit of a trigger too, from previous trauma. Though I'd say eventually she grows indifferent to it a bit, or at least she has to. Now, give her a slasher movie and she's not really bothered by it, unless the movie gets overly obnoxious with it
18. Is there anyone your oc would kill? Anyone they would kill for?
Oh yeah, I'd say her dad? Definitely. Anyone else, in her eyes, she kills for necessity. Also after leaving the bunker, she'd definitely (and has before) kill for the Seeds/anyone who messes with her New Eden family (also her old resistance friends, despite them not always knowing who just saved them. Well they have a slight idea...)
22. Does your oc believe in ghosts?
One does not simply grow up in an old farm house, and not believe in ghosts lmao. Now, whether or not she's bothered by them is a whole different story! Which, she isn't tbh lol. Basically she's more like "If there is a ghost in here, you better quiet the hell down by the time I get back in this room." if anything sus is going on asdfghjkl
