#captain gothel

[killian-whump]

Maybe controversial headcanon? I always thought Gothel used the flower's magic for more than speeding up her pregnancy. Like she also used it to make sure she'd get pregnant from her night with Wish Hook no matter what.

Oh, I bet she did. I mean, why take chances when you’ve got magic? All she’d have to do is, uh, give his little swimmers a magical boost to make sure they get to the goal. Would probably be enough.

[justsomewhump]

In Need of More than One Escape (3/?)

Summary: Killian Jones wakes up from a year-long coma into a world shaken by a plague that caused billions of casualties and turned the survivors into one of three types: Alphas, sexual predators, Betas, human beings as they were, and Omegas, sexual prey.

In his total misfortune, Killian has turned into an Omega and upon waking up he gets immediately sold as a sexual slave to Eloise Gardener, a sadistic Alpha who takes special interest in him.

But he’s soon to learn that even when he escapes the physical prison she keeps him in, his mind is still trapped…

~ Word count for Ch. 3: ~2.8k Read from the beginning: AO3 link ~

Note: I would like to remind you that I’m taking many liberties with the “laws” of omegaverse fanfiction.

Warning: For anyone who isn’t here exactly for this, this chapter contains graphic descriptions of nonconsensual sexual activity. Also make sure you’ve read the warnings from the first chapter, and are okay with them before continuing onto this chapter.

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He couldn’t move away.

With his hand cuffed to the bedpost, his arm stretched uncomfortably as Eloise pushed him further towards the center of the bed.

And his stupid cock was still pulsating with need.

“What the hell?” he said, surprised at how breathy his voice sounded.

“You can’t resist me, my Omega. Not now,” Eloise said and leaned over him, her curls and braids falling over her shoulders and brushing against his bare chest… where he could feel a soft shiver start and spread down to his crotch.

He tried to speak, only an incomprehensible mutter leaving his mouth instead. He closed his eyes and focused on his voice. Eloise’s hair seemed to be too distracting…

“Let me go,” he finally managed to say.

Eloise simply laughed.

As he had his eyes closed, he wasn’t prepared when she sat atop him, enclosing him in her warmth. His eyes snapped open as a deep groan left his mouth.

“Yes…” Eloise said. “That’s it. You like it, don’t you?”

Yes.

“N-no, no,” he forced his mouth to say.

She started moving, letting him reach deeper inside her. God, she was so wet, and so soft, and so-

No. He needed to get his senses back.

“Let me go!” he shouted and moved his free arm in an effort to hit her.

But she grabbed it with both her hands, squeezing on it almost painfully. “Stay down, Omega,” she said.

He groaned. “No!” He wiggled around, trying to free his arms and find a way to throw her off of him. But he froze when Eloise leaned over and started licking his stump. He was looking at her in near shock as she kissed and licked and sucked at the scarred flesh, as if it was her plaything or who knows what.

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[albion19]

But the ocean’s so close. I mean why not grab your special someone and go touch the sea?

[justsomewhump]

In Need of More than One Escape (1/?)

Summary: Killian Jones wakes up from a year-long coma into a world shaken by a plague that caused billions of casualties and turned the survivors into one of three types: Alphas, sexual predators, Betas, human beings as they were, and Omegas, sexual prey.

In his total misfortune, Killian has turned into an Omega and upon waking up he gets immediately sold as a sexual slave to Eloise Gardener, a sadistic Alpha who takes special interest in him.

But he's soon to learn that even when he escapes the physical prison she keeps him in, his mind is still trapped...

Word count for Ch. 1: ~4.5k

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Important Notes:

This fic will include: rape and graphic depictions of it, violence, human trafficking elements, forced alpha/omega bonding, forced pregnancy, mpreg, and in general a lot of messed-up stuff. Make sure you’re okay with all these mentioned before you continue reading, and if there’s something specific that may bother you but is not in this list, don’t hesitate to ask me.

I haven't read a lot of fics in Omega Verse. I looked up some "rules", and since I'm taking a lot of elements from it, I'm tagging it as Omega Verse, but all in all I'm making my own world here.

There won't be any animalistic elements other than Omegas experiencing heat, which here basically translates to an intense desire to be with their Alpha.

For the most part there will also be no mention of body changes, but because Mpreg will play an important role here, I'm considering having a male Omega (guess who lol)... go through one certain change. However, it will only be relevant and detailed in one chapter I have planned, which can be skipped and I'll warn you beforehand.

In general I'm more interested in exploring stuff like rape elements, forced bonding/claiming and forced mpreg, and how all that affects our hapless pirate (who is not a pirate here since it's a Modern AU, but anyhow). I hope that gives you an idea for how the story will be like.

Again, for any further questions, even ones regarding tagging, don’t hesitate to drop an ask.

Giving my full thanks to this fic, as it was the first one I read in Omega Verse and it inspired me to create and eventually start writing this one.

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Cold.

Blinding white light seeping through his closed eyelids.

Scent of… of human waste and disinfectant.

A hospital?

A door opening.

Two male voices above him.

“That’s him?”

“Mm-hm.”

“He’s missing a hand.”

“Well, only that.”

“You sure he’s an Omega?”

“Yup. Tested and certified.”

Papers rustling.

“Mm. He's handsome, but he won’t be easy to sell with such a defect.”

“Shhh. Be careful with your words,” said in a whisper. “He can probably hear you by now.”

“So what’s the story?”

“He’s been in a coma since May 12th 2018. GSW to the head.”

“He was shot in the head? And he survived? What about brain damage?”

“Well, he was in a coma. But tests show he'll make a full recovery.”

“Since May, 12th, you said? 2018? So, he doesn’t know about the outbreak?”

“Nope. Unless he had some hearing during the first days, you know, with how much people talked about it. Even the nurses taking care of him. But we had no indication of it.”

Killian finally managed to open his eyes. Two men were standing above him, looking at each other. One seemed like a nurse, the other was dressed in black.

“That'll be quite a surprise for him. And he should wake up soon?”

“Brain activity has been- oh! Speak of the devil!”

The nurse turned to him, noticing that he was looking at them. He fished a penlight from a pocket and examined Killian's eyes. “Follow my finger,” he said, and Killian did as he was told, still confused and disoriented. The nurse then straightened up, nodding to the other man.

The man in black leaned over him, looking all over his face.

“His beard is freshly trimmed,” the man said.

“Of course. We gotta make 'em look good, right?”

With a gloved hand, the man in black grabbed Killian’s face and moved it right and left, looking around.

Killian realized he couldn’t move yet… not that he had full comprehension of what exactly was happening.

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[justsomewhump]

It’s tough. It’s tough.

[justsomewhump]

You Want Me

Captain Gothel. Canon-compliant/divergence, something, whatever. I just watched the first season of Jessica Jones... and now my muse begs me to whump yet another Jones ;) Note that though I'm inspired by the powers shown in the show, I'm taking some liberties with them here. It actually didn't end up exactly as I intended it to be, but I still like it as is :P

Warning: Physical and mental rape

Word count: ~1.3k AO3

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"Killian, stop."

He froze where he stood, hand half-raised towards the door handle. No, no, just a bit more...

She walked towards him, and with every pat of her boots on the stone floor he felt his heart grow heavier and heavier.

"Where might you be going? Tell me."

"I'm getting out of here."

She laughed softly. "No, you're not." She grabbed his hand, pushing her fingernails against his skin. "You will stay here, with me."

He closed his eyes for a moment, shivering at the feel of her command bouncing around in his brain. You will stay here, stay here, here...

"Don't say anything," she said. She twisted his palm upwards and brought it to her lips. With her free hand she grabbed two of his fingers and put them in her mouth, then pulled her skirt up to her hips. "Just please me," she whispered as she pushed his hand down between her legs.

He opened his eyes and looked at the closed door in front of him. Even the obvious sign of his prison was something he tried to be distracted by as his fingers entered her. He didn't want to look at her. The sound of her as she breathed hard next to him was enough to make his stomach twist.

By now, he'd learned how exactly to please her. And even though every fibre of his being hated it, he kept moving his fingers inside her until she shook with ecstasy.

He was still looking at the closed door, silent, and not only because of her earlier command.

"Undo your trousers. Lower them and lie down," she said, letting go of his hand. "On your back. Keep your eyes open."

He did as he was told. He lay with his bare haunches on the cold stone floor, looking at the ceiling.

She knelt down over him, spreading her long skirt around her. She leaned over him and touched his face, ignoring how he shivered at the touch.

"I've asked all kinds of things from people," she said. "Things you may even call evil. And they always obeyed, but even with the worst things, they only had a moment of doubt and fear on their faces. Then my control would take over them completely and any emotion would disappear from their faces. But you?" She caressed his cheek with her thumb and brought her face closer to his. She didn't seem to mind that he was still not focusing on her. "This absolute, almost demented despair as you're perfectly aware of what you're doing and how unable you are to stop yourself..." She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, her hot breath landing on his face. Her free hand trailed down his torso and wrapped around his member. "Up you go, little one."

He clenched his jaw and hissed, feeling tears fill his eyes as he felt himself go hard. Not for the first time, he wondered how deeply her control could really go. If she could control this, could she control other things? Could she command his heart to stop beating, his lungs to stop working... his mind to think things he didn't want to?

She stared at him, her lips parted, and guided him to enter her, gasping. "If I could have you forever," she said slowly, "I would never need hurt another soul. Do you hear me?" She touched her forehead on his as she moved above him, their lips almost touching. "Do you hear that? You could save so many souls, staying here. Perhaps you could redeem yourself that way. Kiss me."

His tense lips were forced to relax and capture hers. He was still looking up at her, tears starting to run down his temples.

She pulled away a little and his trembling lips kept reaching for her. She knew she'd have to command him to stop trying to kiss her, but she seemed to enjoy his efforts as she simply kept her lips out of reach. She kept moving above him.

"I want you to come. Inside me," she said, breathing hard on his face. "Stop trying to kiss me and look at me." She leaned back a little and looked at him under half-closed eyelids. "Answer all my questions. Why are you trembling?"

"Because I don't want this," he said, shakily.

She smiled. "You know I know that already. Do you know why I'm asking, though?"

"Because you like listening to me saying I don't like it." His voice shook even more now.

"Yes," she breathed. "That despair I talked about. Seeing it is one thing, but hearing it in your pretty voice..." She closed her eyes and leaned back, gasping and moaning as she came again. "Whenever you're ready, come, my dear," she said and kept moving, looking at him with a wide smile.

He'd only been her captive for a few weeks, and she always had him come inside her. It was too early for him to know, but she'd already had a child with him once without letting him know. How could he be sure she wasn't planning that again, just to fuck with his mind even further? She knew that would, anyway.

With the same terrible thought torturing him as it did every other time, he came inside her, his lips shaking with a sob. She cooed softly at him and got off him. She knelt right beside him and brought his head to rest against her bosom.

"Look at you," she said as she caressed his cheek. He was trembling whole now. "How do you feel?"

"Tired," he said, his voice broken. "Desperate. Lonely." He sobbed again.

She brushed his hair with her fingers. "Tell me, if you could command me to do something, what would it be?"

"To cure my heart."

"Such determination. Would you rather stay here then, even cured? Why?"

"I..." he tried, his jaw shaking. "I want to be... with Alice... again."

"Hmm, right. What good would it do you, getting out of here, if you couldn't get close to that brat again?"

"None," he said, only realizing he was actually answering her question after she smiled at him.

"You poor soul." She brought her hand to wipe at the tear tracks on his temples, then run her wet thumb over his trembling lips. "I will, eventually, make you wish for freedom more than her."

"Please..." he whispered.

"Oh, shh, shh. Believe it or not, I can imagine how you must feel. Even if it takes long, I'm determined." She smiled widely. "Now, what would make you feel better?"

"If you... let go... of me."

"Sure it would. But I'm talking about things you could do. You've listed them before. Sailing, painting, playing with that brat... wouldn't any of those make you happy?"

"Yes."

She shook her head, still smiling. "But none of these can be attained right now, isn't that right? Except for one thing..."

He sobbed. He knew what was coming.

"Sing. You know what song."

He took a shaky breath. "My young love said to me... My mother won't mind..." It could barely sound as singing; his voice shook terribly and some notes only came out as breaths; but the song was forced out of him, through an aching throat and trembling lips, to its very end.

"Well done, my love," she said when he finished. She placed a slow, lingering kiss on his forehead. "For trying to escape, you will sleep here now," she said and placed him gently on the cold, hard floor, still half naked, still shaking. She caressed his forehead. "Sleep. Even if you wake up early, you'll stand and move only after the sun has come up. Goodnight."

A small part of him was conscious enough to understand she couldn't force sleep on him. He wasn't sure if he was happy to know he still had that freedom, or desperate to realize he'd likely spend the entire night awake on the floor, half-naked, crying, broken and exhausted.

She stood up and left, the fading sound of her footsteps giving him a faint, sorry excuse for relief. But it was all he had.

He closed his eyes, begging for the inevitable nightmares to come, if only for a brief respite from his real suffering.

[justsomewhump]

In Need of More than One Escape (2/?)

Summary: Killian Jones wakes up from a year-long coma into a world shaken by a plague that caused billions of casualties and turned the survivors into one of three types: Alphas, sexual predators, Betas, human beings as they were, and Omegas, sexual prey.

In his total misfortune, Killian has turned into an Omega and upon waking up he gets immediately sold as a sexual slave to Eloise Gardener, a sadistic Alpha who takes special interest in him.

But he’s soon to learn that even when he escapes the physical prison she keeps him in, his mind is still trapped…

~ Word count for Ch. 2: ~3.8k

Read from the beginning: AO3 link Make sure you’ve read and are okay with the notes from the first chapter before you continue reading!

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Sudden, blinding light shook Killian from an uncomfortable sleep. He blinked at the flashlight hovering right over his face, trying to focus enough to see what was happening.

He heard a soft clanking sound and his arm fell from where it was handcuffed at the metal ring, then a soft click and the gag was removed from his mouth.

"Can you get up on your own?" he heard. It must have been that woman... the one who bought him.

No. No, no, fuck that. He wasn't an object to be traded around.

His eyes finally focused and he could see her leaning over the trunk. It was dark outside, but still warm enough for him, naked still as he was.

"Do you want some help?" she asked.

"Fuck you," he said, voice weak and sleepy.

"Oh, I see you've stepped up from spitting on people's faces. Good pet."

"Shut up!" he tried to shout, but it came out so ridiculously weak that he wasn't surprised to see her laugh.

“Now, do you wanna get up on your own or should I have my men carry you like a pet, pet?”

He could feel his blood start to boil. Who did that woman think she was? “How kind of you,” he said. “I can handle myself.”

“How willing.” She stepped back, giving him space to get out.

He grunted softly as he moved to sit, throwing his feet out. He frowned when he saw the gravel on the ground. “Can I at least have a pair of shoes?” he said, looking at her.

She smiled, then after a moment of silence, said, “You're an Omega. You don't get to wear anything. Now get out.”

“What's that even supposed to mean?” he said, managing to contain his anger at her tone and words.

“Don't worry. I'm willing to answer all your questions, which, considering how long you were unconscious, they must be a lot. But you have to get out first.”

He stared at her unwavering face for a moment. He had no doubt that by the end of that day she'd somehow have forced him to sleep with her, the behaviour she and the other “customers” presented at the abandoned school was a clear indication of what they did with the slaves they got. Maybe at least, he could get in her good graces in a way until he could use them for an escape. So he sighed and pushed himself off the trunk, leaning back on it for a bit until he found his balance again, the hard gravel pressing against his bare soles.

At least it seemed that with every time he woke up he felt progressively better.

“I have plenty of doctors at my disposal,” the woman said. “If anything feels wrong at any time, don't hesitate to tell me so.” She moved her free hand to caress his chin and he consciously had to think to flinch away. “Now follow me.”

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[killian-whump]

Holding Gothel at Hookpoint in episode 7x10 “The Eighth Witch”

...okay, but why does she look like she’s enjoying it?

Screencaps from genrecaps.net, brightened by me.