#cuthbert beckett x reader

[vampire-the-askerade]

Vampires with things I say to my dog

[a totally self-indulgent thing where I think it would be funny for the fledgling to say stuff to the kindred that I say to my dog. I am tired and this isn't proof read, sorry for the world salad]

To Nines- Hey there, Mr. Man! *Sing song* My mister, mister man!

To Strauss- You're bein' so fancy.

To Beckett- Whatcha doin', hairy man?

To LaCroix- You can't eat that. You're fancy, little, spaniel belly wouldn't like it.

To Gary- *kisses forehead* I love you, stinky!

To Jeannette- You don't get my food. Stop smacking me.

To the ankaran sarcophagus and possibly Caine the Father of Vampires: Hello~ the sleepiest boy~

[ma1dmer]

Vampire the Masquerade - Cuthbert Beckett NSFW

i am gonna impregnate this man

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he'll run his claws through your hair ,press a kiss to your forehead and probably return to his research , wouldn't mind you joining him even if its just to nap next to him, he’ll keep a hand in your hair as he reads through various texts and books while you rest before he probably has to rest as well, his body forcing him at that point to join you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he knows he is a handsome man, he knows people want him but thinking of something specific for his body, or anyone's body if we are being honest, seems so pointless to him, vanity is such a mortal matter after all and beauty is flitting, he says with a sharp and knowing grin, since he knows he is immortal and very much considered hot. he likes different things on different partners. Different things that have his eyes wandering ,and provide some sort of distraction in his day to day.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): out of sight out of mind, hates having to clean up everything after he is done

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he is definitely a switch, depends on the person he is with of course and what they bring out in him, its always exciting to see how things will go, he likes to be surprised

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has spent so many years on this earth ,of course he has quite the experience, and it shows, whore

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he loves taking you from behind, while he is doing his research he beckons you over before bending you over his desk ,scolding you if you crumple any paper or spill ink on his precious books

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he seems like someone who would be very intense, but if you can't enjoy and be light-hearted with someone you bed whats the point, that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy teasing you if you get overwhelmed and unable to keep up

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he doesn't care to trim or shave, especially considering he is a gangrel

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he is both incredibly smooth and all types of romantic interactions fly right over his head, it really depends on the mood he is and how deep he is lost in his books, he could have you wrapped around his finger with poetry from aeons ago , and promises of the most delicious things, but also you could stand in front of him entirely naked and he’d get frustrated at you only raising his head from some ancient scroll and asking you what you want

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): enjoys being given a show, he likes knowing how much you want him, wants to watch you pleasure yourself, his only help his hand rubbing your knee as he keeps his eyes fixed on you memorising every detail of your expressions and body

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): voyeurism, maybe one(1) daddy here and there but nothing more, some minor roleplaying , naughty librarian? desperate ghoul etc etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he prefers to keep such matters behind closed doors 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): being challenged, he likes people that run their mouths as much as he does, he does get frustrated at first and annoyed meeting someone his equal, but he would be bored otherwise, and all that frustration does make for delicious tension that bleeds into his more carnal needs

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): he hates being pulled away from important work, he’ll tell you once, that he is busy and does not want to be disturbed and expects you to listen, if he hasn’t told you so , he is open to being distracted but you can tell when he wants you to fuck off somewhere else, of course in kinder terms

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):��he loves both, he is very very very thorough when he gives, knows how to keep his claws and teeth out of the way , or not if its the danger you like, and he definitely won’t say no to a pretty little thing on their knees for him

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): it depends ,he loves simply taking his pleasure from you fast and rough, but also simply having you spread out for him ,taking his time with you until you tremble

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a big fan, hates being taken away from his research will click his tongue in annoyance if you bother him

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he is a naturally curious man that thirsts for knowledge so it comes to reason to assume that extends to his more private matters as well

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): considering what he is and the fact he is pretty powerful i would say his stamina is unparalleld, it takes him a while to get in the mood but once he is , he tends to lose time, and can go for honestly far too long ,you’ll be crying before he pulls away confused like , what happened, check the clock and see its the next day or something, those damn vampires

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he can definitely appreciate them, he is slightly too old fashioned to truly enjoy them for himself, but he does enjoy the fantasy of stuffing you with a toy before letting you walk away, however the idea of you potentially getting in danger or being humiliated stops him 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he is quite the tease, likes holding you down by the scruff of your neck, using your body while teasing you with his words, speaking almost matter of factly about how desperate you are for him

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): besides his teasing words he is so quite, sometimes you forget he is behind you when he has you bent over and you turn to make sure he hasnt simply left the room but he'll press your head back down and tell you he was just admiring you

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): absolutely uses nicknames when he addresses you teasingly, pet or darling depending on the mood

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): knot? knot! 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): quite low, he is very in control of his needs, he likes when you want him and he chooses when he allows himself to want you, when he can afford the time to indulge both of your interest

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): if he could never sleep he’d probably be a happy man , so much work to do, so much research 

[suckeddry]

hi i’m sorry to send u beckett again like last anon but beckett and brujah who has mood swings + struggles to cope w being a vampire? in terms of how they interact reader would be kind of irritated and nosy towards him since he’d be nosy towards them.

The struggles of unlife

Brujah!Reader x Beckett

It has been a few months since your embrace. Thankfully, you got lucky and was found by a famous anthropologist sooner than a Sheriff of the local Camarilla. Now Beckett was an intelligent man, full of knowledge and wisdom. This however did not mean that he was the best teacher you could wish for. Beckett had his own problems and always put his research above anything else. Sometimes you could swear you were just part of some experiment, he didn't tell you about. Now he was not mean to you or tried to cause you harm but Beckett sometimes struggled with being empathetic to your own problems.It was just one of the moody nights where you were irritated even with the way someone breathed around you. And there he was sauntaring towards you, with a pile of papers. “Say, fledgling, would you say you youth were brought to have this constant need for entertainment or are you just slacking off?” Beckett looked at you, noticing the phone in your hand. Now with the way he said it, it was clear he just accidentally worded his question to sound like he was scolding you. Yet you were not in the mood to discuss with him what the youth was or was not brought to. The  silence and roll of the eyes seemed to confuse the Gangrel. “Well…I think it is a fair question, fledgling. I am just trying to understand the newer generation.” He hummed. You knew that he didn't mean harm but again he could sometimes be just so damn irritating. When he didn't get any answer from you again, he spoke. “Are you alright, fledgling? You seem very quiet tonight.” He looked at you through his tinted glasses, studying your face. “Was it normal to bother someone who doesn't want to speak with you in your times, Beckett?” He did not expect this answer. It was probably the first time you ever saw the scholar speechless. He tilted his head to the side, giving you an almost worried look. “Is there a problem between us, fledgling? Or are you just living the angry Brujah trope tonight?” It almost seemed that he was trying to lighten up the situation. But the punch you landed to the table in front of you wasn't exactly the reaction he had hoped for. “Fledgling, if you are not going to speak about your troubles I can't help you.” The Gangrel sounded now more irritated that you weren't cooperating with him. You nodded. “Even if I told you what was going on, you wouldn't listen again.” With this sentence Beckett seemed confused, was he not attentive enough? He did try to distract you with work. It always helps him. “I'll try to listen more.” The scholar sounded serious now, no jokes, no small quips. It took you by surprise. You nodded and started about what has been bothering you this whole time. From things like missing breathing and tasting your favorite ice cream, or how much you missed your close ones, to more philosophical thoughts about being damned and never belonging or being able to love again. Beckett sat quietly, taking everything in. Once you were finished, he gave you a soft smile. “I see. Well…I can't help you with that, fledgling.” He sighed. “Because of all the knowledge about the kindred existence. I too have not figured out how to tune out the feelings of loss and fear. I wish I could help you, but the only thing I can offer you is my company on these cold nights. So you don't have to feel alone in them.” You didn't realize you were crying, not until the gangrel scholar took you in a cold embrace and whipped away the bloody tears from your cheeks. AN: Heyyy, anon! I hope this is what you meant by this ask. And thank you for it. <3

[inquisitornocturn]

≪─ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ─≫

⋟ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Beckett/f!reader the kindred, Sebastian LaCroix/reader as background pairing

⋟ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: y/n etc is not used, rating - E, POV second person, cheating, mild dubcon, smut, fingering, PiV, anal, deepthroating, facefucking, masturbation, cum swallowing, semi-public sex, porn with little plot.

⋟ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When you're nearly immortal your past tends to collect mistakes that sometimes catch up with you, just like tonight when you see that one of such possible mistakes have again decided to appear in your life, despite your best efforts to avoid it. Thankfully Sebastian doesn't notice a flash of panic as you notice that Beckett is present at this gathering in Nocturne Theater, but he also doesn't know what kind of past you share you with the Gangrel Elder who's allergic to swearing allegiance to anyone but himself. You hope he doesn't notice you, but when anything ever slipped past Beckett's keen senses?

⋟ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5,644

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: first of all - thank you L for not letting me forget Beckett's claws♡ second - i guess i'm back in the saddle, so to speak! this was fun to write and it's actually quite an old idea that someone suggested to me in passing when i first introduced Beckett to my longfic a minute to midnight. the suggestion was for a part two of it which, i'll admit, i am not going to do, because the fic is not even done at the moment of me posting this, no way i'm going to plan a second part so early (if at all), but the idea of the dynamic between the three of them kind of stuck so here it is - albeit brief, but fiery take on how it could possibly work. enjoy♡~

“Competence in this organization is truly scarce.” Sebastian murmurs by your side and you hear disdain in his words. You can barely stop yourself from rolling your eyes, but manage to keep yourself composed as you look at him.

“You say that decade after decade.” You remind him and his eyes snap to you, his blonde eyebrows furrowing at your perceived insolence, and you see his fingers tightening around the glass of blood he’s holding.

“That’s because it remains factual. Camarilla lacks dedicated, talented people. That’s why we’re here, in hostile territory trying to make things right.” He snaps back and peels his eyes away from you, scanning the crowd at this function.

Nocturne Theatre, one of the places LaCroix anointed to be an Elysium, is packed with other kindred tonight. The Primogen are here, including the elusive Dr. Grout who seems to keep himself apart from the rabble. Earlier you watched him for a little while, observing the man as he tried not to twitch, not to hide behind his own glass of blood, as he whispered to himself from time to time. Malkavians, what an interesting breed of kindred.

You are tempted to argue with Sebastian, to tell him that LA is not as hostile as he thinks it is. It’s hostile to him, surely, and perhaps the Camarilla presence overall, but otherwise it’s a decent city. You met the Hollywood Baron, and one in Santa Monica, both of them attending this gathering as well, but at the moment neither of them is in your eyesight.

“Look at them and tell me that they don’t need a leader.” Sebastian speaks up again once you don’t and you watch him gesture over some figures. You try to understand who he means exactly and struggle because it could be anyone from Nines Rodriguez to VV, who thankfully is dressed appropriately tonight, to-

Oh no.

Your eyes widen for a moment and you turn your face away, hiding it behind your glass by taking a sip. Quickly you clear your throat.

“Yes, of course they need a leader, that’s why you’re here.” You don’t hesitate to placate Sebastian’s growing irritation and breathe a sigh of relief when he clearly misses your reaction to seeing one particular guest lingering among the kindred, chatting up Primogen Strauss among all people.

Beckett.

You heard rumors that he might be in LA, you even heard rumors that he’s here to mingle with thin-bloods that seem to be littering the Santa Monica beach, but you hoped that Tung’s grapevine gossip is not true. You aren’t so lucky, it seems.

As you glance in Beckett’s direction, seeing the same dusty coat he wore last time you saw him, seeing his dark brown hair loose as always, and his charming yet often sarcastic smile - you remember all too well why you have been trying to avoid him.

Before you ended up with Sebastian you were with Beckett. Very briefly, very tumultuously, very passionately. You ran into each other in Paris, where you were trying to distance yourself from your Sire who remained in Italy and Beckett was chasing yet another meager, fallible clue to one of the questions he always is looking the answers for.

You met in a kindred bar, another Elysium, where you were trying to plan your next steps and Beckett was annoyed that some sort of contact stood him up. You barely remember what happened next, you drank, a lot, some sort of special blood that made you feel drunk in a way you used to feel when you were alive. Beckett most likely was drunk too, maybe against his own better judgement, but next evening you woke up with him in your bed, your body sore and cut from his claw-like nails, your head swimming and a strange affair that caught up with you couple decades later in another city. You were with Sebastian already, but Beckett didn’t care and he took the opportunity to remind you just exactly how he made you feel before.

Cheating kindreds, what a concept. Do morals of kine even apply to you?

For a moment you wonder that as you look at Sebastian, still lingering by your side and sipping thick liquid from the glass, his cold, blue eyes settling from one attendee to another. He wasn’t a Prince back then, when you cheated behind his back, but he is now and you wonder what would happen if Beckett again decided that satisfying his desires comes as a priority above all else. So many things he treats like this, not just you.

“Hm. I think it’s time to talk to Grout. He started skipping most meetings.” LaCroix says to you half-heartedly, not really caring if you’re listening or not, so you simply nod and get slightly startled when his icy gaze turns to you with a strange warning in them. “Remember to behave. I haven’t been Prince for long, your behavior reflects on me, is that understood?��

“Yes, Sebastian.”

“Try that again.”

You scrunch your nose ever so slightly, knowing what he wants to hear and not wanting to comply with his ever-growing ego, but you sigh slightly.

“Yes, Prince.” You finally respond and Sebastian smirks at you, showing off his fangs that find their way into your flesh so often.

“Good, good. Now, I shall excuse myself.” He says and walks off without giving you another glance.

You sigh the moment he’s further, watching him approach Dr. Grout and seeing Primogen’s eyes widen momentarily as LaCroix walks up to him, but your eyes quickly return to Beckett. He’s still talking to Strauss but now he’s at an angle that you can see his face better and the sunglasses on his nose, you can even make out his red, glowing eyes that you remember so well when they burn with passion.

You have to hide.

You can’t let Beckett see you because you don’t know in what kind of mood he is. Maybe he has another to satisfy him or maybe he doesn’t, but in either case he might still want to play with you, simply because he one hundred percent knows that you’re a chosen partner of Prince of LA. And what’s a better way to boost his own ego than to temporarily claim something that’s not his. After all, his entire career as a kindred anthropologist is based on exactly this kind of behavior and you haven’t been able to resist him the first two times he wanted to lay his claim.

Carefully you begin stepping backwards, only now realizing why you haven’t sensed him before seeing him, his attendance catching you so off guard. With so many kindred around it’s hard to notice even his presence, but that matters none because he’s here and so are you, and you understand that you have to retreat to the lobby before you stand out, so you turn your back and pick right side of the room to serve as your escape route. You take note of the scattered crowd: some in seats, some standing in groups and there’s even some ghoul servers, but you don’t know if they are Sebastian’s or anyone else’s. Either way, you see the open door and that’s your goal, that’s what you focus on.

After short walk alongside the row of seats you turn left, seeing your salvation so close, seeing Gary of all people lingering there as well, and he grins widely to you as you have no choice but to approach. When you’re about to greet him, out of necessity and not friendship, you hear someone speak and it’s not the Nosferatu Primogen because his face doesn’t move.

“Ah, I was hoping to see you.” A smooth voice you recognize so well and you stop in your tracks.

Shit.

He did notice you after all. Maybe your not-so-discreet escape drew his attention or maybe he was just waiting for you to separate from the crowd. Either way, when your eyes move to the speaker, you see Beckett with his head slightly cocked to the side and a curious look already set on your face over his sunglasses.

You take a moment to compose yourself and manage a strained smile.

“Beckett. Surprised to see you here.” You say in a voice that even to you sounds forced and notice Gary giving a glance to you both.

“I take you know each other well.” He chuckles in that gravelly voice of his and for a moment you wish you could strangle the damned Nosferatu with his own bowtie. You don’t need anyone making this more awkward than it is.

“We know each other.” Beckett replies, giving Gary a short look before looking back at you. “Would you be so kind and give me a moment of your time? I’d like to discuss something of great import.” He continues and you clench your jaw for a moment then smile.

“Wouldn’t it be best if the Prince heard it?” you ask, trying not to let your mind wander to sudden memories of his animalistic, near feral kisses. Sebastian never came anywhere close to the passion you experienced with Beckett, and sometimes you still think of him instead of the Prince when fucks you whenever his mercurial mood strikes.

“No, this is a matter that’s best heard by his beloved partner.” Beckett’s words are tinged with sarcasm and you want to wipe that arrogant grin off his face, but with Gary watching you have no other choice but to play by the rules of diplomacy.

“Hah, beloved partner. I’m sure she is very loved by our wonderous Prince.” Gary interjects with another one of his chuckles and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Do you have anything you want to say, Gary?” you ask with your tone cold as a cadaver and Gary chuckles again then raises his palms in show of surrender.

“Not at all, boss. Just being observant, but I can tell when I have overstayed my welcome.” He grins, his lips, or what’s left of them, twisting in a cynical manner and he gives you a short bow of his head before he glances at Beckett. “I’m sure we will talk again.” Nosferatu says to him and walks past the man, choosing the middle aisle to stroll towards the main gathering without looking back.

You watch him go with slightly confused expression, now wondering what kind of rumors are spreading about you and Sebastian. What kind of gossip can there even be? You are together, neither of you sleep around, well, except for that one time in your past that’s been out of your control and that is now presenting itself to you again in a form of Beckett’s sardonic smile.

“I was actually hoping to see you.” He says and you look at him, your eyes meeting his over the sunglasses that he has lowered down his nose.

“What for?” you snap at him and Beckett raises his eyebrows at your drastic change of tone.

“Can’t two old friends talk?” he smirks and you grit your teeth, your eyes briefly glancing over his shoulder to the attendees by the stage, noticing Sebastian’s blonde hair while he’s surrounded by what looks like VV and Therese. You worry not, he hates both of them with visceral seething.

“Friends?” you scoff and Beckett’s smirk widens as he steps closer, his fingers quickly and firmly closing around your wrist. His other hand grabs your glass and sets it on a backrest of the nearest theater chair before you can protest.

“Old acquaintances.” He responds in a quieter tone and for a moment he too glances back, most likely making sure that no one is paying close attention to the both of you, then he steps past you, outside of the stage room and into the dimly lit lobby while pulling you after him.

“Beckett, you can’t be serious.” You hiss at him as you follow him against your will. With couple tugs you try to free your limb from his grasp with no luck, his clawed fingers only tightening around it further and you sigh in capitulation. Maybe he only wants to talk.

Once in the lobby, where no one else seems to be present, he stops and turns to you. Beckett’s eyes quickly sweep over you, your tight red dress and the slit in it over your thigh, your décolleté that reveals nearly more than it hides and pauses at your neck before his studying gaze meets yours once more.

“Climbing the kindred ladder I see. You sensed well that Sebastian will be your ticket to upper echelons of Camarilla.” His mocking grin pokes at your anger and you have to remind yourself who he is and where you are, but he always knew just what to say to get you either aroused or pissed off. Sometimes both at the same time.

“I’m not with him to be his stay-at-home wife, Beckett.” You frown and try to tug your wrist out of his hand again with no luck.

“No, you’re with him because he offers protection. And that hulking monkey at his side, of course.” He chuckles, always so damn arrogant because he’s an Elder. Or maybe he always has been like that, before the centuries piled up.

“Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?” you ask growing more irate by the moment, but Beckett clicks his tongue at you.

“So impatient. Not even a Fledgling anymore but some things do not change, I suppose.” He taunts again, making your frown deepen, not because of his mocking but because he’s wrong.

“You don’t know how I was when I was a Fledgling, don’t act as if you’ve known me my entire immortal existence.” You tug at your wrist again and this time Beckett’s grip tightens enough to begin hurting, but you don’t betray it, just stare him down as he sighs with another chuckle.

“No, but I know your Sire. Or rather, your dear old dead Sire.” He laughs and with free hand he grips your chin, lifting your face to his like he wants to inspect it. His body draws closer for a better look and you clench your jaw, not moving your eyes from his. “I did want to talk to you about something but now that I see you, I might have another idea.” He whispers and your mind reels for an answer, trying to avoid settling on the obvious one.

You are caught off guard by his words so much so that you don’t even notice how his fingers are becoming warmer against your skin, how the glow in his cat-like eyes becomes a little brighter. Your gaze leaves him for a moment, glancing in the direction of the door to the stage room, but your plan of escape is immediately reduced to nothing as Beckett releases your chin and turns, making quick strides to a door. You scramble after him, your heels hindering your steps, and you briefly notice the sign on the door, informing you that he’s pulling you into women’s bathroom.

The moment you are shoved into the small area, you try to turn, to maybe push back and leave, but once the door closes it becomes completely dark. Kindred have no use of bathrooms after all, there’s no light here and in utter darkness you have less of a fighting chance against a man like Beckett.

You feel the grip on the back of your neck and only the sound of your heels and his shoes fill the silence as he guides you forwards. You orient where you are quickly the moment you see the dull reflection of Beckett’s eyes in the mirror and you manage to grasp the edge of the sink just before he pushes the side of your face against the cold glass.

“Beckett, you can’t, what if Sebastian-“

“But that’s part of the thrill, dear.” He chuckles and you finally notice how hot his palm of on your neck feels. Your eyes adjust to the darkness and you see shadowy reflection of your own face as it is pressed against the mirror. You want to argue further but Gangrel’s free hand begins roaming over your waist.

“Thrill for us to get killed?” you ask in a breathy voice. You don’t struggle and you don’t fight because you do want this. Sleeping with Sebastian is so boring after all, not after you know how good sex can really feel, even for kindred.

Beckett laughs at your words, his hand now beginning to lift your dress in hurried movements, pulling it up and twisting the fabric, maneuvering the slit in it so that it falls on both sides of your hips like an opening while he has you bent over the sink.

“Sebastian cannot kill me. He may be a Camarilla Prince, but he’s still just a brat.” He taunts the very notion of Sebastian being any threat for him whatsoever and you hear the sound of fabric ripping as Beckett gets rid of your panties swiftly and efficiently.

“Beckett!” you hiss at him when hems of them dig into your skin for a moment before they are completely torn off and you hear a chuckle.

“Sorry, darling, they were in the way. And you know how I am about things that try to stop me from getting what I want.” He replies and makes you gasp the moment you feel his fingers rubbing at your folds from behind, vampire’s touch passionate and expert, making sure his claws do not hurt you, only allowing them to scrape against you.

Beckett’s skin is like embers upon yours, now that he’s using the Discipline to rouse himself and his body from its usual dead state, and you moan despite yourself. You’re aroused but you’re not wet and he can feel it, for that you need to follow his suit and trigger power of your blood to simulate life for you to fully enjoy what he’s about to do to you.

“Hm, you still feel just like I remember.” Beckett whispers and you feel his lips trail over your back where the dress doesn’t cover it, searing trails left in his wake as he moves a hand from behind you and now in front of you, beginning to rub your clit in quick, precise circles. You moan again. “Come on, I know you want this, you’re not even struggling.” He taunts again and you gasp when his fingers toy with your clit in a way that makes your knees weak.

“We can’t, I can’t.” You respond in a whisper and Beckett lets out a short, silent growl of annoyance then he scoffs.

“You’ll change your mind in a moment.” He says and you hear taunting in his tone again before his fingers leave your body, his hand still firmly pressed against the back of your neck and you begin hearing sounds of fabric being shifted around, then a clink of a belt buckle being maneuvered and lastly the promising sound of a zipper being pulled down.

“Beckett, please.” You whisper and not because you truly want him to stop but because the risk of being caught is just too great. What if Sebastian notices you’re gone? What if Gary ‘subtly’ tells Prince that before you disappeared he saw you talking to Beckett? What if?

“Begging now? How delightfully unexpected.” Beckett taunts and you feel the warm tip of his cock nudge at your folds, then slide slightly up to your entrance before he begins to push himself in.

You make a sound through your clenched teeth. The sensation is not the most pleasant, but it’s not entirely unpleasant either as he forces himself into you inch by deliberate inch.

“If you only let yourself enjoy it a little this might be much much more pleasant for you.” Beckett speaks and you know he’s right because by the time his impressive length is buried inside of you to the fullest you feel mostly pain. Blood tears gather in your eyes from the discomfort and your fingers grip the edge of the sink so tightly you feel like you could tear it off the wall with one pull. “Come on, dear.” His voice is dripping honey against your ear as he whispers, hot breath fawning over your skin and hair. “Submit to me.”

With that Beckett begins to pull out, readying himself for another thrust, and you know you have no choice. He won’t stop and not using the Discipline out of principle is stupid and childish. So you give in, needing only a moment to concentrate and active the only thing that will elevate this from painful to pleasurable.

You feel your limbs beginning to warm up, your heart beginning to beat, you inhale, feeling your lungs fill with air in a different way compared to when you simulate breathing. And your body responds to the abusive invasion, you feel yourself becoming wetter by the second and hear Beckett exhale with satisfaction.

“This is much, much better.” He commends with satisfied tone in his voice and then he thrusts into you again, this time his passage easier, smoother. His fingers once more move around you to your clit and he begins rubbing it once more, urging your body to respond, to give him what he needs – your arousal.

“You’re a bastard.” You whisper against the mirror, your breath now fogging it and you hear Beckett chuckle behind you, a third thrust being easier than previous two, your cunt quickly becoming soaked so much so that you feel some of it drop down your inner thigh as he thrusts into you again.

“And you’re overflowing.” He taunts and makes you moan when two of his claws scrape against your folds that are enveloping his shaft as he plunges into you again. “And so tight.” He mocks against your ear, enjoying how your body is still going through stages of temporary revival, and you let out a sound again as his cock stretches you deliciously painfully.

“Stop mocking me.” You snap at him much weaker than you wanted and Beckett nips at your ear with a chuckle.

“I’m not mocking you, I’m enjoying you. And I know you’re enjoying me. You love how I treat you, how I make you feel pain and pleasure at the same time. Such a little freak you are.” He whispers and you blush now, unable to deny his words. “No answer? Hard to argue with the truth, I suppose.” He goads you but you remain silent, just enjoy the feeling of his cock impaling you in slow, powerful rhythm while his fingers caress and stroke your folds. “Don’t relax just yet, I know what you truly like. After all, I was the one to introduce you to your pleasure.” Beckett nips at your ear again and you glance at him with the help of a mirror, only seeing his red eyes cast down for a moment before he straightens his back and pulls out, making you gasp from the agonizing absence his imposing cock leaves in its wake.

Beckett chuckles and his fingers slide over your stretched cunt, smearing his fingers with your arousal without digging his sharp nail in, but then it is gone too and you exhale with a whimper, wanting more, so much more.

“You’re taking fucking forever.” You murmur as you pant slightly, your grip on the sink relaxing at last and Beckett laughs softly.

“Quite literally, my dear.” He taunts and you roll your eyes before you stiffen when you feel the smooth tip of his cock now nudge at your asshole.

Your eyelids immediately droop and you bite your lower lip from anticipation. He was right, as he usually is. Beckett does know what you truly like and it’s only confirmed by your deliciously sweet whimper when he holds the base of his cock firm before beginning to push his hard length into your hole.

“That’s the kind of sound only cock in your ass can make you produce.” He says with such vulgarity that it makes your body shiver in response.

“Stop mocking me…” You moan again and Beckett scoffs at your words, his cock sliding into you with ease now that it’s been doused in your arousal.

“I’m complimenting you, dear.” Beckett corrects you and you smirk slightly, moans threatening to emerge as he carefully slides into you, letting you adjust to his size and girth.

“You’re complimenting yourself.” You respond and Beckett scoffs again, arrogant and haughty as ever, before you feel his body press against your rear, letting you know he buried his cock into you as deeply as he can.

“Someone has to.” He says and you feel the grip on your neck finally release you, feeling both palms on your hips now as he holds your ass in place for himself.

Before you can respond you feel Beckett’s lips on your back and then he draws his own hips back, before slamming right back in. You cry out and immediately clasp your palm over your mouth, moving your face and pressing your forehead against the mirror as pleasure nearly drowns your mind immediately. Your knees are weak and if you weren’t bent over the sink with Beckett holding you up, you would not be able to remain upright.

“There, the best compliment there is, a woman being so pleasured she’s close to losing her wits.” Beckett whispers against your skin and you feel his tongue trace alongside your spine for a moment before he at last starts thrusting.

You have to keep yourself quiet, you know that your very life depends on it. The bathroom is just too close to the stage room and someone might come out and hear, so you keep a palm over your mouth, trying to muffle your moans that are becoming louder the harder Beckett pounds into your ass. You bite your lower lip with your front teeth and your fangs nick your skin but you don’t even feel it. The pleasure is too great, and the pain of being stretched like this has wiped your brain from near all thoughts. You’re not sure you even remember your own name.

“You always took me so well, that’s what I like about you.” Beckett’s whisper is now against your shoulder and you feel his teeth as he bites down without drawing blood.

You whimper and then do it louder when his claws finally dig into your skin, slicing into it like daggers as the Elder grips your hips with supernatural strength. He needs it to keep you in place because he’s plowing into you with such force that you have to press palm of your other hand against the wall so that your back doesn’t break under tension.

Beckett swears under his breath after he releases your shoulder from his teeth and suddenly he pulls out, making you whine in protest, you felt like you were getting close to your bliss even like this, but Beckett has other plans.

He grabs your waist and turns you around, making you stumble on your unsteady legs and he leans in, giving your open mouth a fiery kiss before you feel him grip your arms and force you down to your knees. Your knees slip on the floor and you fall with your ass on cold tiles, your knees splayed and your panting filling the room in the moment of silence.

Beckett chuckles and grips your chin, pulling it up before he pushes two fingers into your mouth, making it salivate at the intrusion as he rubs pads of his digits against your tongue. You can barely see him in the darkness except for the eyes, those you can always see, and you clearly see as they watch you with lustful pride.

“Open wide.” He commands and you let your jaw become slack before his fingers leave your mouth and now his cock taps against your lower lip.

You swallow the saliva just in time, because he thrusts his length into your throat and when you instinctually try to pull back, Beckett grabs your hair and keeps your head in place.

“Come on now, dear, you know how to take it, no need to fuss.” Beckett croons and you know he’s right. You lean towards him, feeling the tip of his cock sliding alongside your tongue and nudging at your throat before you make it slide even deeper, until your nose is right against his pelvis, your tongue pressing hard to the underside of his length and you hear Beckett exhale with undeniable satisfaction. “Good girl.”

You whine around his cock, vibrations of your voice sending a shiver down his spine before he begins thrusting. He’s close, you know it, that’s why you’re on the floor, getting your mouth fucked, he likes hearing you sputter and struggle when he comes down your throat.

“Don’t deny yourself, darling, touch yourself. I want to feel you come.” Becket encourages and you don’t hesitate, your fingers quickly moving between your spread legs and finding your clit, still throbbing with need.

You begin to massage the nub, making yourself moan as you do so, your ass still feeling sore from taking his cock but it’s a pleasant feeling, one you relish as Beckett thrusts into your throat faster and faster. Your jaw is screaming from pain, it’s hard for you to accommodate him like this but you enjoy this feeling too. Part of the reason why you didn’t even resist him pulling you into this bathroom even if you spoke of it.

“Come for me, come on.” Beckett urges you, his breaths heavy and his voice unsteady while his other hand also tangles and grips your hair, making you whine as his pumps start becoming erratic.

Your fingers rub your clit faster and you don’t need much effort to feel the heat spreading between your legs and in your lower abdomen. Pleasure knots at first, taking over your mind completely and you unravel, your muscles spasm and your fingers stutter as you rub yourself to draw out your pleasure as much as you can while you moan around Beckett’s cock.

And then he comes too.

You have nearly forgotten that he’s fucking your face and when his hot and thick cum spurts at the back of your throat, coating it, you begin to sputter and choke, forgetting to swallow at first.

“Fuck! Swallow it all.” Beckett grunts as he moves his twitching cock in your mouth, letting your throat milk him for all he’s worth and you follow his command, finally remembering what you need to do, gulping down his seed until with one last twitch of his length last bits of it trickle down your esophagus.

He slowly pulls out, his fingers leaving your hair as he moves backwards from you and you watch his red gaze cast down on you while you listen to him move his clothes, first the zipper, then the belt buckle as you sit on the floor exhausted, disheveled and sweaty.

“We’ll meet again, I am sure.” Beckett finally says after he puts his clothes in other and then he leans over you, his fingers tilting your head up for him to press a strong, but short kiss against your lips. “After all, I’m going to be in LA for a while.” He teases with a smile against your mouth, then he pulls back, gives you another glance and walks out.

For a moment you feel blinded as the light from the lobby illuminates the bathroom when Beckett opens the door, but then it closes and you’re in darkness once again. Panting and dazed you sit for a moment longer, then grab the nearby sink to pull yourself to your feet.

“Damn it.” You swear under your breath as you grope around for the light switch and finally flip it, blinking couple times as your eyes adjust to the low brightness of the bathroom lights.

You look at yourself in the mirror, the Discipline now fading and your body cooling swiftly. You see your reflection, the bite on your shoulder, the creases in your dress and you finally notice your torn panties resting on the edge of a sink to your left. You grab them and toss them into trash, then lower your dress, trying to smooth it with an annoyed sigh. Your hair is a mess, you try to fix it too, then run some water, washing your face and rinsing your mouth. It takes you around ten more minutes to feel like you look somewhat presentable and with another swear at Beckett’s expense you exit the bathroom, only to stop immediately because he’s there, holding two glasses of blood and wearing that cocky grin on his face.

“Figured you might need some refreshments.” He taunts and you narrow your eyes at him but take the glass, still feeling ghostly soreness in your ass and jaw. You know that he knows.

“Yes, refreshments.” You mutter and take a sip, finding even this bagged provision better than nothing, then you stiffen as you see Sebastian quickly approaching, his face confident and smiling.

“There you are! I was looking for you.” He announces ignoring Beckett and then wraps an arm around your waist, barely spending half a second to look at you. “Come, Gary has something to say I want you to hear from his own… well, can’t call them lips, but let’s say mouth. If you’ll excuse us.” Sebastian shoots a dismissive glance at Beckett and begins leading you away.

As you walk with Sebastian, your knees still feeling weak and your legs still being shaky, you throw one last glance over your shoulder at Beckett and see him cheerfully wave to you before he calls out:

“Have fun.”

[suckeddry]

Late night at library

TW: NONE

Cuthbert Beckett x GN! reader

You were staying late at the library again. Desperately trying to remember as much as possible for tomorrow´s test. You looked around the quiet study room, enjoying the dimly lit room with the heavy air smelling of old books. Even when you were stressed, you could always appreciate the peacefulness of the library. Just you, the books and nothing else.

The moment you finished that thought a loud crash ruined the peace. You looked around, searching for the source of the sudden noise. At first there was nothing to be seen, just a dimly lit study room but when your eyes searched the whole room, they stopped at a man that just scrambled through the window. It was not graceful per se. He did seem that he had experience doing that but not elegantly. “You know the front doors are open, correct?” You decided to speak up. The man in the window froze, slowly looked at you and flashed you a suave smile. “Are they now? Should have checked that.” He says in a resonant voice with a slight British accent. Now that he stands up in the library, his leather coat lazily falling down beneath his knee, he takes a better look at you. “Now..is that a Nietzsche you're reading?” He slowly looks you up and down. “Interesting.” He mumbled to him and you weren't sure if he was amazed or silently judging you.

The strange man looked around as if trying to find something. As you tried to follow his gaze that was hidden behind a tinted sunglasses, both of your eyes fell down at an old photocopy in the opposite corner in the study. The stranger sauntered towards it as if to look casual in front of you. He leans down, putting an old-looking piece of paper inside a photocopy. But then he proceeds to just stare at it as he laid down his fingers with very sharp looking nails on the machine, gently tapping it. It seemed almost like he wasn't sure how to use it.

After at least five minutes of him staring at the photocopy and you staring at him, the little voice inside your head decided to speak up. “Need some help?” The moment you finish the sentence, he looks at you with the same suave smile as before. “Well now that you are willing.” He gestured to the photocopy. Maybe it was curiosity or pity that made you stand up and go meet him at the photocopy. You looked at him, now finally close enough to look at all the small details of his face, his eyes immediately caught your attention. They had such unnatural gleam and his pupils were strangely shaped. His voice was the thing that brought you from the trance. “The photocopy, dear.” He gave you a smile and you could swear his teeth were a lot sharper than those you had in your mouth. You nodded, pressing a button to copy the paper. When it was finished, he took both of the papers in hands and glued one of them in a diary he pulled from his coat. “You have my thanks.” He smiled at you once again and turned around to leave, when you stopped him. “What's your name?” You quickly blurted out. He turned around to face again and made almost a dramatical bow. “The name is Beckett.” And with that simple sentence he disappeared.

[suckeddry]

You wrote that thin blood/beckett ask from that other anon very well. Is it just a one shot or is there a chance we get aa part 2?

City of hundred towers (Part 2 of Picking up strays) Thinblood!GN!Reader x Beckett It has been a few days since you threw away your old life and traveled with the anthropologist to the city of Prague. Prague was different from what you were used. The city was shredded with a mysterious atmosphere. The people, although cold and unfriendly at first sight, had certain cynical humor to them. They never seem to take any threat too seriously. Beckett, as you now know, traveled to this city to find a certain artifact he was after for a very long time. He usually worked alone, so you had time to explore the town on your own. He was right in one thing for sure, Prague was much kinder towards thin-bloods than your previous city. It was one of the calmer nights when you and Beckett actually sat down and talked. He was different from other kindred you have come to know. He was intelligent but he wasn't interested in politics or scheming. He didn't take himself too seriously and most important of all he never made you feel less just because of your clan. “So? How are you liking Prague?” He gave you one of his suave smiles that you came to enjoy. “I feel like it suits you better. Not to worry about your unlife every day.” He looked from the papers he was reading. You had to admit to him, it was better. “Good. I am glad.” He smiled softly, yet there was a hint of something else to it. A silence spread between the two of you. “I talked to the Prince. And they will be more than happy to accept you in Prague after I depart.” You knew that he wasn't going to stay in Prague long but the idea of him leaving you here made you upset. You didn't want to tell him that, of course. Yet the sense of dread pooling in your stomach was visible even to the Anthropologist. “Something wrong, my dear?” He furrowed his brows, looking now a bit concerned by the frown forming on your lips. At first you shook your head, not wanting to admit it to him. “Please, my dear, I can tell.” He sighed. When you started, you noticed your voice shaking. God how pathetic you felt. But Beckett seemed delighted by what you tried to explain to him. “If that is the case…” He hummed and you noticed a grin tugging on his lips. “My newly found information leads me to Barcelona. And I am in need of an assistant.”

AN: Hello! I am so sorry for inactivity. I just started a uni, so I was bit busy. I hope you like this 2 part.

[suckeddry]

Beckett and a thinblood reader/character, any scenario

Picking up strays

Beckett x Thin-blood!GN!Reader

You didn't know how long you run but you thanked God that breathing wasn't one of your problems anymore. The night began normally at first with you minding your business and trying to not get caught while feeding on someone else´s turf.

And that was where it all became a problem. The group eyeing you from the corner of the street seemed off from the beginning. It was only after you caught a glimpse of the Book of Nod one was holding that you realized how big of a trouble you are in.The plan was easy get yourself out of there and lose them in the process. But that was easier said than done. And so you ran and ran, but no matter how much and how fast you ran they were always behind you. And it was just a question of a time when you chose the wrong turn and ended up in a dead end. It was just as you started hearing their footsteps rushing closer, someone´s voice caught your attention, “In a trouble, dear?” The voice was resonant and with a British accent, you looked around, trying to find the source. And there he was, standing in one of the windows above you with almost a cheeky grin. You nodded, giving him a pleading look to save you from a certain death. He smiled, stretching his hand down to help you climb up.

When both of you stood in the safety of the crowded room he pulled you in, he looked you up and down. “So? What did you do to make those gentlemen angry?” He said in almost a teasing voice. You started to explain your situation when your eyes landed on the same book as before, suddenly all comfort and safety of the room vanished into thin air. The man followed your gaze with his cat-like eyes and realized this little faux pas. “I always found the duskborn rather curious.” He added, trying to soothe your rising panic. It didn't help too much and you quickly showed him that in your expression. “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't help you, would I?” He spoke in the same calming manner. “My name is Beckett, I am a kindred anthropologist.” He gave you a smile. “And I have no intention of hurting you, child.” That calms you down, you weren't all too trusting of him but he didn't give you any reason to doubt him just yet. “I heard Prague was much softer in their laws and tolerance with your kind. I am leaving soon there. Might have a room just for one more if you share your story with me.” He said while slowly walking towards the door, giving you a chance to match his pace. And you were more than happy to leave the damned city behind for a promise of a better life somewhere else.

AN: Hi! Thank you for my first ask ever. I hope it was to your liking. <3

[suckeddry]

Picking up strays is a good fic! Are there plans to write more of it? You write Beckett really well

The green eyed monster Part 3

Beckett x GN!Thinblood!Reader

CW: slight jealousy

Few months went by and you and Beckett hopped from one place to another. Never staying for more than a few nights for him to collect what he needed and then up in the air again to another city. By the time you landed in Paris, you and the Gangrel anthropologist became relatively close. As close two kindred can be, that is. It was a hectic night, the reservation in the hotel you were supposed to sleep in didn't come through, thanks to Beckett´s zero skills with modern technology. So you two just strolled through the streets of Paris, trying to figure out what to do. Suddenly a black car cut you off in the street. The car was expensive just by looking at it. You and Beckett exchanged confused looks as the car door opened and a tall, handsome stranger in a neatly fitted suit stepped out. The stranger immediately had all eyes on him. The man pulled out an ebony holder and from it a cigarette, lighting it up. As you looked at Beckett, seemingly confused about what was going on, you noticed the most annoyed expression on the Gangrel you had ever seen. The stranger looked at Beckett and his lips curled into a friendly smile. “My dear anthropologist, if I only knew you were here, I would order a pick up for you.” He said with an alluring accent as he pulled Beckett close into a hug, which the Gangrel didn't reciprocate. Then the stranger's eyes fell on you. “And who is this lovely individual?” He said picking up your hand and giving your knuckles a peck while holding eye contact. “A friend.” Beckett almost growled. The stranger gave him an amused look and then his attention went back to you. “You do have a good eye for friends, Beckett.” He gave you a flirty smile and you could swear Beckett´s nails just grew inch longer and sharper. “Pardon my manners, dear. My name is François Villon and I am the Prince of Paris.” He did a polite bow to you. “Great. Now that the two of you have introduced each other.” Beckett said without actually letting you introduce yourself to the Prince. “We are on the lookout for a place to rest our head during the day.” The gangrel said while simultaneously pulling your more to him by your hand. “And here I am, your savior.” The prince said while giving Beckett a wing. “But only after you promise that you and your lovely friend will attend my ball.” Violin said while dragging a smoke from a cigarette and blowing the smoke into Beckett´s face with a smile. This was your chance to actually secure a hiding spot for the day since the sunrise was only a few hours away. You gave Beckett a look, pleading him not to be stubborn. The anthropologist looked at you and sighed. “We will have to buy something to wear.”

AN: Heyyy! Thank you so much! And I hope you guys will like this fic as well.

[vampire-the-askerade]

what would beckett be like with a tremere s/o who was abandoned by their sire and has trust issues?

[Ended up writing a mini-fic for this one :) ]

There was a stillness that fell over the room, Beckett knew that these sort of things were difficult for you, but he also knew they were difficult for him as well. Whenever he thought that you should be farther along with your relationship with him, he had to remind himself of how he would feel if someone, even you, were to ask him to do the same. “Take your time. I’m not trying to rush you into anything.” You took a deep breath and thought for a moment. You wanted to take him up on his offer, you really did. But, there was something screaming at you from the back of your mind that was making it difficult.

“Listen, Beckett… I want to, but what of we get partway through the trip and you decide…” your throat tightened and stoped your sentence. After a moment of you not continuing, Beckett spoke up. “I would never leave you; you know that? At least never on purpose, and I’d find you again as soon as possible.” You knew that. You had known him long enough to know he wouldn’t just abandon you like your sire did. But, it was still hard. Beckett put his hand on your shoulder. “I’m not supposed to leave for another few weeks. You still have plenty of time to decide. I just wanted to let you know early.” He smiled and you almost immediately felt at ease. “Don’t worry.” He started as he gave a a squeeze to your shoulder, “Whatever you decide will be the right choice.”

To be honest, when he first met you, you thought that he just wanted to use you to get more insight on your clan by getting you to divulge something that you weren’t supposed to. After all, everyone else that you had met in the past few years had just wanted to have you around when you were useful, and left you as soon as they saw the opportunity. But, being here with him now, seeing and understanding just how genuine he truly was, you knew that he would never hurt you on purpose. And, that was something that was more important than anything that you could ever hope to have. You gave him a soft smile and hummed, “I’ll think about it.”

[vampire-the-askerade]

Either "truth or dare" or "bite me" with beckett?

[I went with the "bite me" option]

There was a crash from the other room. Beckett put down the book he was reading with an exasperated sigh as he went to go see what trouble you had gotten yourself into this time. When he made his way to where you were he saw you lying on the floor with various books scattered around you. You seemed to have tripped while you were trying to rearrange his things again.

"Do you need some help down there?" He teased and knelt down to look at you. "Bite me!" you grumbled, voice muffled by the floor. "Love to, darling, but I don't believe in the practice of diablery." Beckett pulled you to your feet and pushed your disheveled hair from your face. "Perhaps this will be a suitable replacement?" he offered before placing a kiss on your forehead.

[vampire-the-askerade]

I don’t know if your still taking prompt request but I was going to ask for a female toreador x Beckett with the prompt ““Hear that? I’m alive. I’m right here

The clock ticked on as you watched it blankly. When Beckett left a bit ago to go see what was going on at the site that he was going to be working at, he said that he would only be gone for about two hours. It has been eight. You couldn't get ahold of him on his phone either. Sure, he wasn't the biggest fan of cell phones and tended to leave his at the haven most of the time, but you knew that he left with it tonight. To top of all of this off, the whole reason that he went to go double check on the site in the first place was because there were rumors that a pack of werewolves had taken to hanging out near the place. You wanted to go with him, but he insisted that you stay in the haven because Toreador's strengths didn't tend to be on the physical side and it was already dangerous enough for a Gangrel like him to deal with them.

Another fifteen went by and you decided you had more than enough of waiting. You went, gathered up any of the things that you thought you would need to defend yourself if things went badly, and started to head to the door when you heard it open. Seeing as Beckett was the only other person that knew about the haven that the two of you were staying in, it had to be him. You dropped the bag that you had put all of your stuff in and rushed to the door. The initial thought of seeing him was comforting, but it quickly turned infuriating. There he was, standing there perfectly fine, looking like he just got back from a grocery run. It was even more damning when he had the gall to be confused that you came rushing to the door. After a moment he seemed like he kind of understood what you were upset about.

"I'm sorry, love. I got the site and lost the time. I-" Whatever he was going to say was cut off by you giving his face a decently strong slap before turning and stomping to the other room before slamming the door. It didn't take long for Beckett to follow you. Sure, he was not at all happy about being slapped, but at the same time, he did get why you were upset with him. He opened the door to your shared bedroom and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed. You didn't look at him when he opened the door, so he walked over a sat next to you. You went to scoot away from him, but he was quick to stop you by wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "Love, please." You took a sharp breath, "Beckett, just don't even-" He was quick to shush you. "Let's not argue. I am sorry for what I did tonight. I didn't mean to hurt you at all."

It was at this point that you had your breakdown and started openly sobbing. "God, Beckett! You were gone for so long! And, with everything going on around here I thought that something might have happened to you! And, you weren't even answering your phone!" He cut into your rant to interject, "It's dead. I forgot to charge the damned thing." You ignored his excuse and continued, "Christ! I thought you... I thought..." The arm on your shoulder moved to your waist and was joined by his other one as he pulled you close to him. "There now, I returned safely. Nothing happened while I was away." When you didn't respond he embraced you even tighter. "Hear that? I'm alive. I'm right here."

After some time of you sobbing in his arms, you whimpered out. "I'm sorry that I slapped you." It was a wonder that he was able to distinguish this between your weeping and the fact that it was muffled in his shirt. "It's alright, darling." He hummed trying to cheer up the mood before teasing, "We can find some good ways to make things up to each other once everything has calmed down." With that, he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

[vampire-the-askerade]

37 with beckett please?

[37 It’s the end of the world kiss]

There was no denying there was something wrong when Beckett was in a state that as far as you knew had never happened in the entire time that you had known him; he was speechless. Usually, when he came back from a trip it was accompanied by pomp and fanfare about the wonderful things that he had found and the feats that he had accomplished. Yet, when he entered the haven this time it was with a silent tone and somber steps with which he slunk over to the chair by his desk in the corner where he fell onto it so hard that it seemed like it would break.

This sullen behavior was so out of character for him that you were immediately alarmed. The sound of you rushing over to him didn't cause him to stir in the slightest, leading you to believe that he was perhaps physically harmed in some way. When you got to Beckett he was sitting there in a bedeviled state with his head in his hands. You tried your best to look over him for any signs of physical injury while fretting over him with a million and one questions about what happened; all of which fell on deaf ears. Finally, with a good shake, you were able to pull him out of his daze. "Beckett, what is going on?!" You snapped more harshly than you were intending to. Beckett looked at you with horrified eyes and mumbled, "Gehenna."

"What?" You were taken aback by Beckett's answer. There was no way that it was right. He must have been suffering from some trauma or curse or something else that would have altered his unwavering views. "I think I have initiated the starting point for Gehenna." There was an aura of terror surrounding him as all of the possibilities for the end of vampires and possibly the entire world as everyone knew it raced through his mind. "But, Beckett, for centuries you have said-" "I KNOW WHAT I'VE SAID!" Beckett snarled, his eyes almost burning with the hatred of being faced by his own worldview which was now crumbling in front of him like a paper under a waterfall. His rage quickly soured and deepened into grievous sorrow. "Things have already started to decline even on my way back from the wretched tomb. They say the elders are restless, there's a looming sense of dread in the soul of every kindred, and the youngest of us have been stricken with some disease that rots them from the inside out-"

Beckett cut himself off as he looked toward you. There was a deep worry in his countenance that let you know with unspoken words that he feared such a thing was going to strike you at any moment. You rested a hand on his shoulder sending your own unsaid sentences of reassurance. You had no plans to leave him sickness or apocalypse be damned. Beckett brought your hand to his face and nuzzled it there. The two of you stayed in the comfort that the silence gave, relieving you of words that were too heavy on the heart to be spoken. As you rested your other hand on the neglected side of Beckett's face he rested his head onto yours like the weight of it was too much to even hold up by himself. This gave you leverage to give him a gentle kiss to help comfort him which was the catalyst to make him crumple out of his chair and fall sobbing into your arms.

[vampire-the-askerade]

if you're taking them still, maybe beckett/m!reader with "i could kiss you right now" please? thank you ^^ ❤

[ask continue: (oh for the beckett one i just sent, m!toreador reader would be awesome but u can do whatever you like ^^ just forgot to mention that lol)]

You were glad that you decided to feed earlier in the evening because if you waited until later like you were planning on then you would definitely be fighting your inner beast to not go wild right now. Beckett had invited you over to his temporary haven to bounce some information off of you to try to figure out one of his most recent finds. Now, you weren't a historian like he was, but he mostly needed someone there to say things out loud to. He said that it would only take a half-hour to and hour...that was five hours ago.

"I don't understand what this is talking about!" Beckett groaned as his topaz eyes raked over the frail chunk of tapestry on the desk in front of him. "There's constant references to a rock. I got this in a mountain! There are trillions of rocks in the area where I found it!" At this point, you were kind of zoning out on your phone, and to be honest kind of wishing for second death. While you did really like Beckett you were hoping to do something else besides just listen to him have a break down over an old rug. Sure, it was engaging for the first hour or so, but now it was just kind of concerning. "Is there a specific patter or something you are looking for?" He raked his hand through his hair. "No, and there are carvings all over the area. If there was a certain symbol or phrase I was looking for there's a high chance it's on part of the tapestry I don't have."

"Okay," you huffed as you put your phone down, "what exactly does it say?" Beckett sat up a bit more properly and tilted the stand the tapestry piece was on so he could see it better. "It says, 'You will find the answer buried under the feet of the Rock.' But, nothing about what rock it is." You couldn't help but give a snort and ask, "Well, have you asked Dwayne Johnson about it?" Beckett turned to you with a confused look on his face. Sometimes you forgot that not all the older kindred kept up with modern things; especially ones that specialize in archeology. "He's a wrestler that turned into an actor. You know, all that pop-culture stuff us Toreador are into." He chuckled a bit at the much-needed joke. "Yes, I suppose-" He stopped suddenly with the gears in his head obviously turning.

"You're suggesting, 'the rock,' could be the name of a person?" Beckett asked as he looked over the tapestry again. "Sure, I guess. Is there anyone else known as the rock?" He gave a big huff as his shoulders slumped forward with relief and slight embarrassment at his oversight. "Bloody hell... Saint Peter!" This time it was you giving him the confused look. He started to explain, albeit more to himself rather than to you. "The Biblical person Saint Peter was also known by the name Kepha later Anglicised as the Cephas. A name meaning, 'a crag,' or, 'a rock.' Now all I have to do is go back to that mountain and look for the depiction of Peter!" You couldn’t help but giggle at how giddy he was. It was like a kid getting a bike or something.

"Well, would you look at that! Turns out I'm a pretty clever boy!" You laughed as you watched him gather his things in a hurry to get back to the sight while he had still had time to. Beckett shoved a few more things into his back and chimed back, "A very clever boy! God, I could kiss you right now!"

"Well, nobody's stopping you." You teased but weren't expecting to actually get a response, much less the one that you did. On his way to the door, Beckett grabbed the sides of your face and gave you one of the deepest kisses you've ever gotten in your life. When he pulled away he immediately headed for the door. "Watch the place for me. I'll be back soon." Beckett called to you. Not that you really heard what he said; you were still in a daze from the surprise you just got.