saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound ♡
♡ gabriel van helsing x f!reader ♡
cw: SMUT 18+ mdni!, piv sex, knotting, which means light a/b/o elements, brief mention of oral (f receiving), pet names, very very light angst (gabriel loves brooding), werewolf effects linger and reader loves it and pushes herself to her limits to prove it
wc: 2.9k
author's note: meant to post this yesterday but didn't have time. halloween doesn't have to end on october 31st! also this was adapted from a fic i originally wrote with an oc so if i missed any third person pronouns or included too many character descriptions sorry about that. also I KNOW NEXT TO NOTHING ABOUT A/B/O!!! did my best guesstimation about how knotting works because i just think it's hot, so sorry for any inaccuracies. hope everyone enjoys!
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Hips met with the power of thunder, that same clap echoing throughout your chambers. The bed quaked with Gabriel’s force; you could hardly breathe. But you took it all and begged for more any time you managed to find your voice. So deep in your cunt you felt him kiss your cervix with each pump, you swore his hunger couldn’t be sated. Your body burned with the onslaught.
A reconnection after time apart, after a life nearly taken. Nearly made a widow. Knowing that, you were happy to accept whatever Gabriel wanted to give, no matter the hurt.
There was something timid about the way he returned to you. As though his tail was between his legs – an idiom that was realized when he explained why he was so demure. When he revealed it all to you, he said he would understand if you wanted to part ways. With a clenched jaw, he even offered to seek an annulment from the church so you were free to marry again. Because he became the very thing he spent his life hunting, and even if it was only for a short while, there was no telling what effects lingered. How could he expect you to stay with him?
You were appalled. Brows coming together, you combed your fingers through his brunette tendrils. “There is nothing that could repel me from you, Gabriel.”
You were a match made by God himself; you were sure of it. In his quest for goodness, he succumbed to something beyond his own volition, and pried himself free the moment he was able. How could you fault him for that? How could you jeopardize the love that ran deeper than blood for fear of sin?
Besides, a fallen angel was an angel all the same.
“Gabriel,” you whined, clawing at his back. Its muscles moved with each of his thrusts, a beautiful sight you could only dream of seeing fully. So overwhelmed, you could hardly keep your eyes open for longer than a moment.
Your husband growled low, finding your pulse with his teeth and nipping your soft skin. Your thigh quivered where it pressed against his waist, and your stomach grew tense.
“Oh, my love. My divine.” One of his big hands traced up your taut side to find your breast, bouncing each time his hips drove into you, and thumbed your nipple in circles. Sparks flitted throughout your body, coiled with heat. “My eternal-” He grunted and bit your earlobe. “I’ll love you forever.”
Rough like gravel in your ear. The rumble of his voice rolled through you, your back arching up into him. Deep inside you, his cock twitched, and your cunt spasmed around it.
“I love you, too. I’m- Gabriel, I’m-” you gasped, one of your hands snaking into his hair, curling around those beautiful brown locks and tugging. “Please. Please, I’m almost there.”
The words reinvigorated him – though he hadn’t lost an ounce of enthusiasm since he began. First, he tasted you like you dripped sweet nectar, intent to drain you dry, until his mouth was bright pink and his chin was soaked with you. With his lips and tongue alone, he brought you to your first peak. It felt like a rapture.
But you couldn’t stop there, not when you noticed the eager swell of him in his pants. Time away from one another made way for desire so strong it dulled your rationality; you swore he looked thicker than he had prior to his journey. Oozed for you, too, pearlescent and delicious. Even rattled after your first orgasm, you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching down to find him, gliding along his shaft and swiping the bead onto your fingertips so you could taste him, too. And after he shuddered, he speared into you and split you open.
When his hand roved over your abdomen, you worried he might find a crack where there previously was none. A seam from hip to heart ripped by his cock.
Instead, what he found was your clit, swollen and aching. You cried out at the first brush of his finger, and then he pressed down hard. Tight circles and punishing hips. You clenched tighter around him. All breath left you. “Oh, God, Gabriel. Gabriel.”
“That’s it, my love.” He kissed you harsh enough to bruise and pulled on your bottom lip. “Let me feel it. Let go.”
You couldn’t hold on any longer even if you wanted to. A hoarse noise just shy of a scream tore from your throat, the sound bouncing and rippling with his continuation of his rhythm. your cunt spasmed endlessly around him and your chest stuttered. Tears trickled into your eyes.
“God above,” he grumbled through gritted teeth. The sensations overwhelmed you, forcing free a few extra whimpers, your entirety flittering like spastic moths. But through it all, the sudden oversensitivity of your clit which he continued to stroke, the fluttering clamp of your walls, the burn of a hard orgasm, you managed to feel him just as swollen as yourself, throbbing and twitching.
Panting, you dug your heel harder into his flexed ass. “Come inside me,” you whispered.
He grunted again. “Oh- oh-”
“Please,” you mewled.
With a hellish groan, an animalistic growl, he rammed himself as deep inside you as he could manage and emptied into you. Jetting spurts – and a brand new thickening, forcing him in even deeper. The tip of him was snug against your cervix now, painting you there, filling you. And something was stretching your wider. Stomach flipping, you winced.
Gabriel was none the wiser. He continued rutting, grinding, and heaving. “Oh, God.” He spoke against your skin, feverish kisses all over your breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth only to free it a moment later. “Oh, my love.”
Confusion left you unable to enjoy the reverence in his voice.
“Gabriel, what-“ You reached between your bodies and tried to find whatever it was that was making him feel so different. Countless times had you been in the same position; it was seared into your body’s memory. Every rib and bump, every vein, his wet slit and fat head and broad column, they all had their place nestled in you, caressed so perfectly by your velvet walls. Heaven in flesh.
This time, there was an intruder. Something new.
At the notch of your entrance, there was a swell. Burning hot with pumping blood, impossibly thick, you touched him there gently.
He hissed through his teeth and jolted his hips. It forced you to cry out. “I’m sorry, darling. It’s just so sensitive.” He kissed you and let a hand trail up and down your warm body. The other grabbed yours and laced your fingers together, then laid the clasp against the mattress.
“What is it?”
His tongue traced a path up the hollow of your throat until he reached your lips. Like he was deaf to your words, deaf to anything that wasn’t the tortuous pleasure the bulge at his base brought him.
Christ alive, a bulge at his base. It was worrisome, and he didn’t give a damn.
“Gabriel.” Firm, you yanked at his hair, hard enough to pry him from your neck. When their eyes met, you clasped his chin between your fingers and squeezed his cheeks. Nowhere else for him to look. “What’s happened to you?”
Swallowing, he planted both fists beside your head and lifted his body from yours. The loss of contact made you sigh, but the sight of his taut, damp abdomen sent something swirling through a body you didn’t think could handle anymore. It didn’t last long, though, as it cooled off quickly when both sets of eyes drifted down to your connection.
From your angle, there was little out of the ordinary. Coarse hair met coarse hair, everything dewy with sweat. The only difference was your lips appearing split the slightest bit wider and the lack of spend that had seeped out of you. But the sensation was entirely different.
The longer it progressed, the more lust’s smoke cleared, the further into your body your soul returned. Completely plugged up and stretched further than ever before, you were worried it would become unbearable.
You watched his jaw clench, followed by another gulp. “I don’t know. Perhaps it’s-” Bracing himself, he tried to inch his hips backwards.
Pain fiery and searing shot up your spine. You wailed; he yelped all the same. If he removed himself, he’d tear you in half. He was locked inside you.
There was no mortal explanation for that. It was wolven.
Your eyes met again, widened and pale with fear – or something like it. His had held a different twinkle once they first darkened with lust, but you thought it was mere excitability after being apart. And he was extra ravenous, extra voracious, but you figured that was caused by the same. You, too, were greedy. Missed him desperately and wanted him any way you could have him.
Gabriel’s jaw stiffened even further. A knot at the hinge appeared and disappeared only to appear again. In repentance, his lids lowered. “I’ve become a beast, darling. That’s what it is. The mark of the damned beast.” There was disgust in his voice, matching the curl of his own lip.
But if he were to open his eyes and take in the face of you, his wife, he’d find none of the same.
“Gabriel.” Gently, you grasped his cheeks. Those pretty lashes fluttered at your touch. “You’re not a beast.”
“Really? What would you call me then?” He tried to turn away from you, leaning into your palm, but you wouldn’t allow it.
“My husband.”
Peering up at him, you swallowed. Unpleasant heat began to swirl inside you, a prickling sensation that you loathed. You felt your core tightening uncomfortably, an ache even lower.
If left inside you for too long, Gabriel’s impressive length on its own felt like a pillar, but you were most often content with the feeling, no matter what slight pain it might bring. Your body had been reshaped to accommodate his.
The bulge, though, was thicker. Took up more space that you weren’t used to, or tried to create space where there was none. If you focused on it for a moment too long, it was suffocating. Lungs plugged instead of your cunt, logged with water, with cum, trapped in a fate that felt never ending.
But you would maintain your composure. Gabriel hated to hurt you, and you couldn’t worsen his strife by revealing that this new part of him that he already loathed made you uncomfortable. You would stay strong. Be a good wife, and a good girl.
You took in a deep breath and did your best to soften your face. “When we took our vows and I said until death do us part, I meant it. I will be with you no matter what changes may occur.”
After a pause, his eyes searching desperately, something like a sigh of relief left him. You felt the weight of him lighten, and felt the stretch of his swell burn a little brighter.
Whether he was soft or not, you couldn’t completely tell. How you adored the intimacy of such a thing, kissing and praising and breathing until he lost all his rigidity. Enough time had passed, you figured, that he couldn’t be hard anymore. But if that were the case, why did the swell linger?
Either way, you remained slick with seed that could not drain. Seed that had little choice but to take. Their first child, delivered not by stork but by vampire.
You felt woozy.
“You’re too good a woman for me,” Gabriel murmured, leaning down to kiss you gently. “I don’t deserve all that you give me. And you certainly don’t deserve the monstrosity I offer you.” Still, he kissed the corner of your lips, then your jaw. Up and down, nearly ducking to your throat.
Something small stirred in your stomach, but the thought of pursuing it nearly made tears come to your eyes. Too full. Plainly, you were far too full. Combing your fingers through his hair, you felt your body at war with itself.
“It’s not a monstrosity,” you replied, voice the slightest bit pinched. You wondered if he’d notice. “I get to rediscover you.”
“Rediscover me,” he scoffed. But his words did not align with his actions; he finally lowered his head to kiss your neck. It caused a shifting of hips, forcing you to gasp and Gabriel to groan. Tight and overworked, your inner walls fluttered around his swell in search of relief.
Flames from the lit candles around your bed danced in his dark pupil, expanding all over again. Fear flickered in you the same as desire did. You watched color bleed back into his cheeks, red with lust. Watched the animal reclaim him. Wild and handsome as ever. But you already ached.
Pressing a hand to his chest, practically feeling his heart rate pick back up, you bit your lip. “Gabriel…”
“There’s no denying that I’m part monster now. Perhaps I did not receive the cure fast enough or the cure was only in its infancy and all its failures hadn’t been mended. I cannot believe you’re willing to love me, and I’m grateful for it. So, if you’re willing to accept me as I am, then maybe we should make the best of a bad situation.”
Just slightly, but without hesitation, he pressed into you, grinding his pelvis against yours. Fire flared inside you; you whined.
“Maybe the only way for this to end is if I take you again.”
Your eyes widened. “Oh, Gabriel, I don’t know if I can.”
“Of course you can.” One of his hands coasted up and down your side, over the mound of your breast and the dip of your waist and curve of your hip. Soft, warm skin, tingling with need and hurt. It was only a matter of which one would prevail. Of whether or not you were breakable.
Only when he thickened again did you realize he had, in fact, softened, at least a little bit. But his body’s work wasn’t done, that much was clear. The wolf was intent on destroying you.
Your back arched, a fruitless attempt to free yourself. “It’s too much, m-my love. I’m too full.”
A low growl came from deep in his throat. The corner of his mouth ticked up just before it encircled your nipple. Enveloped in his heat, it puckered, and you squeezed your eyes shut. He suckled for a moment, then flicked his tongue over the bud. “There’s no such thing. I know you can handle it, darling.”
He thrusted again, shallow rolls of his hips – that felt impossibly deep when he was nestled inside you with nowhere else to go. In your stomach, nearly in your throat. You felt a knot there.
In vain, you pushed on his chest, fingernails clawing. It wasn’t like you could get any relief that way; he was stuck inside you. If he forced himself free, you were to be split down the center. If he fucked you again, you were to ascend – or perhaps descend, pumped so full of sin – in a searing cloud of blinding pleasure.
“You’re so strong, my angel. My strong girl.” He hitched your thigh over his waist again, squeezing the flesh. It opened you further, but didn’t create any more space. The bulge of him rubbed along your walls, sopping wet friction, while his tip rammed its way into your guts. You writhed beneath him.
“My good girl,” he breathed, capturing your lips in a kiss.
No woman could put up a fight.
You relinquished yourself to him through gritted teeth. Willingly, only hesitating because of the explosion. It bubbled in your stomach from the moment his hips began to ruck again. Ragged yet calculated, precise but wild.
The burning in your core never stopped, not for a moment. Tears dripped from your eyes to streak your cheeks, and you grabbed and scraped at the muscles of his back enough to tear skin. When the first droplets of blood rose to his tan surface, he grunted, fucking quicker. Harder. And not once did you ask him to cease.
You didn’t want him to, despite the scream of your body, the splintering feeling in your cunt. It lessened eventually, puffy enough, willing enough to accept his increased size despite its exhaustion.
And he was ruthless. He was rough on your clit. His teeth kept grazing your nipple, your neck, your bottom lip. Anywhere he touched you, he gripped hard enough to leave bruises behind. He pawed at you. He fucked you like a rabid dog.
When the end finally came, it was violent. You screamed, a hoarse sound tearing from deep in your chest, and convulsed like you were in the midst of an exorcism. A torturous peak, divine, overwhelming pain. While you snapped and spasmed around him, fluttering endlessly and clenching so tight, he rutted harder into you.
“Yes. Yes, darling. Take it. That’s it. Christ-”
Every burning inch of you felt the twitch of him, the telltale warning before the flood. All you could do was whimper and grab the back of his head, force it into the crook of your neck.
He bit down on the junction between it and your shoulder and roared. Hard stream after hard stream, almost more than before, painting you to the brim. Panting while his abs tensed. Rolling your skin between his teeth, ferocious yet reverent.
More animal than man.
And you, wincing beneath him, nerves so frayed you couldn’t handle a thing more, weren’t afraid. Overwhelmed, but prepared. Content. After all, you’d always wanted a pet.
