#ouat gothel
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…
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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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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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You… this… does things to me… ummmmm gonna need MORE plz thx
