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‘First Time’-themed drabble for day three of Bookerbeth week. Happy birthday, Booker! <3
This was originally so long and had a massive angst-riddled build-up but there was no way I could finish it before the deadline. I’m going to post that build-up separately at a later date (probably after Bookerbeth week) but it will inevitably tie-in as the prologue. For now, however, I’ll just leave you with the juicy smut instead. B)
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Does anyone else have that one fanfiction that they’re dying to to write but it’s like, mega long and basically a whole universe, and then you’ve got head-cannons to go with that fanfiction and like fanfiction to go with that fanfiction an back-stories for every character and you get frikin’ feels about that universe and it’d be the most coolest thing if you could just be bothered to frikin’ write it.
#gosh this is me with that still-ongoing CITC Bookerbeth AU#I haven't touched that thing in a while but it's still fun to think about sometimes
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you do realize what booker and elizabeth are, right?
yep! two deeply complex and wonderful characters who have found each other at exactly the right time in both their lives. They are each others “second chance”
#the whole 'they are each other's second chance' thing tho#excuse me while I start to cry#Bookerbeth
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you know the fact that booker swears rarely is his one of most alluring thing (I can say sexual). I mean in almost every game chars swears just cos every time and this fact is kinda disappoints me. he even tries to be a gentleman infront elizabeth. I crave for chars who is not exactly blueblooded and can speak in shakespeare style but also who say 'fuck' after every world/sentence. he tries to swear in where it MOST needed.
Oh yes, I absolutely see what you mean! I also love that about him. He does curse at times like you say, but only when he’s really in deep trouble/despair or absolutely seething. When you actually feel that moment of ‘oh shit’ along with him. Often in games you have characters designed to curse a lot, either to put emphasis on the situation being bad, or to express that the character is ‘tough’. It’s a different way of storytelling, but when you don’t emphasize with the character or the situation it’s just…Well, it misses that communication completely and makes the character really unsympathetic in my opinion.
In Bioshock infinite I feel they get that part of storytelling just right. He’s capable of being polite too. In the beginning of the game when he first enters Columbia there’s a good example for that too. A man says hello to him, and Booker says hello back even if he’s a bit confused. It’s such a tiny thing and in the grand scheme of story it doesn’t really matter and is easily overlooked but to me it conveyed that Booker is a man that knows how to be polite, and in that moment chooses to be polite. Blunt as he can be, there’s more to him than that. c:
#yes yes YES#I love that detail that Booker is actually quite polite when the occasion calls for it#it really shows him as being more than just some brute#it's really a lovely touch#Booker Dewitt
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cotton candy [bookerbeth]
Fandom: Bioshock Infinite
Characters: Booker Dewitt, Elizabeth Comstock
Relationship: Booker/Elizabeth
Rating: Teen & Up (just because of the ship)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 921
Notes: i was walking my dog and had a really sweet thought.
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#I've got feels for this game and these two again#and a terrible need to indulge#this is so adorable#I love it#bookerbeth fanfiction
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That first segment in the Biosh@g Trinity, tho.
#anyone who's seen it knows exactly what I'm talking about#just rewatched that segment after some time and *whoosh*
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Just got to this part again in my most recent playthrough, and the notion of Booker being a strong, broad hunk who can lift those closed gates easily lives rent free in my mind every time I watch him do it.
Once you got Shock Jockey and return to Soldier’s Field, all the stores you could previously enter have been closed. Booker being the broad hunk that he is, though, can easily lift the gates and gain access anyway.
This isn’t even anything big but I love worldbuilding and thinking about headcanons while I’m playing, and I bet Elizabeth’s dead on her feet at this point. She needs a break, even if it’s just a small one. Just five minutes to close her eyes. So she and Booker can enter one of the shops and take a breather. She’d love to sleep in a bed but the room Preston’s been “residing” in is not an option… what with the corpses and all.
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I ❤️ self-loathing characters, characters who struggle with monstrosity (either fearing or embracing it), characters who are so lonely, who have a gaping hole in their chest, who bottle up & repress their feelings, who claw their way up & have ambitions, who fall down & lose everything, who search for identity & purpose yet can’t see themselves outside of what others want from or expect of them, who are hurt & hurt others, who long & grieve, who lie & pretend. characters who are messy & flawed & human
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#Columbia vibes#(IDK it just vaguely reminded me of the garden Booker enters after getting baptized)#BI Aesthetic
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Not to get anyone worked up, but Bookerbeth ship….aren’t they…. Daughter and father?
#the fact that Baker said he played Booker as having 'bedroomy intentions' towards Elizabeth really brings a lot of scenes into question#like...I thought it was just my shipper glasses but I guess not#I guess the flirty vibes were actually there#interesting#bookerbeth
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Bookerbeths in my free time :,)
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#the almost perfect ship#almost#*anguishes*#this is so pretty tho#I love the post and the coloring#bookerbeth#fanart
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:: sa préférée ::
(( I decided last minute to try my hand at Kinktober for the first time~! I’m going to see how many delicious PWP prompts I can get through, and if time is on my side I may do multiple prompts a day.
It’s still 1st October here (I’m currently on holiday in Mexico!) so I’m going to see if I have the energy to work through another prompt before bed. c:
I’m also typing these up on mobile so unfortunately I can’t slip in any read-mores until I can access a laptop! This means they’ll also be quite short too! Enjoy~ ))
Bookerbeth: Face-Sitting (Kinktober: Day #1)
This was her favourite seat. Squatting with her knees ghosting the headboard, toes working into the bed sheets and driving her hips subtly to and fro above Booker’s eager mouth, Elizabeth tipped her head back and released a series of hitching, escalating moans.
’Eager’ - that was certainly the word for it; Booker’s tongue was lapping at her clit with such rapid intensity that she was struggling to stay upright. He was good at this; if she didn’t know any better she’d say that he was an expert at this. Her legs could barely hold her, muscles in her thighs spasming whenever the strokes of his tongue caught her just right. It was all she could do not to smother him with her full weight.
His stubble was soft against her where it had grown out a few days longer than he would usually allow, yet it still generated a blissful sensation whenever she rocked against it - half-ticklish, half-electrifying. Gone were the days when the fine prickle of his facial hair had either created unwanted friction or outright burned her, it was something her body had long grown used to.
Booker’s mouth was hot and wet against her, her own arousal smeared across his lips and chin from where he had been probing deep at her core only minutes ago. Now he had set his sights elsewhere, nose-deep in the dark curls of her pubic hair.
Elizabeth reached for the headboard and held on for dear life, really grinding her hips now. One of Booker’s hands was clutching onto the swell of her thigh hard enough to leave an impression, while the other, scarred fist was curled around his shaft and pumping in time with the maddening pace of her thrusts.
His name tore past Elizabeth’s lips, almost harrowing in it’s urgency.
She was reaching her peak. Colours were already beginning to explode in her mind like fireworks, losing her grip on reality as Booker sought to drive her hard over that edge.
He knew just how to push her buttons. He played her like an instrument, made her sing for him.
Now he was pressing his face into her with such reckless abandon, as if he needed her more than he needed oxygen, and when he opened his eyes to glance up at her - a burning and fixed gaze that Elizabeth couldn’t hold for long - they both knew she was on the cusp. Those were not the eyes of someone gauging a reaction, Booker stared at her knowing full well what he was doing to her. He was willing her to come, a silent but tangible command thrumming in the air between them. The furrowed arch of his brows and his lidded green gaze screamed it as loud as he might have screamed it with words.
When Elizabeth came, she felt as if she was falling into those eyes.
#the fact that this only has one note is such a crime#because this is some good stuff right here#(just finished another game playthrough and I need all the fluff and/or smut I can get)#also heck yes to Booker having that silent confidence/smugness in his eyes as he watches Elizabeth come undone above him#I am all here for it#bookerbeth fics#/NSFW/
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the feels
#WHERE'S THE F-ING LIE THO???#I just finished my 4th playthrough of this game and I STILL fell into this trap#I'm doomed lol#fanart
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Y’know...with the whole “multiple universes” thing...if it’s likely that there are timelines where B and E never met (or “technically” met again), I think that multiple timelines where there’s no relation could actually be possible...just a random thought.
#and I know there was that one theory where someone posed a good possibility of E not even being B's daughter#I'm just musing#yeah it would confuse things even more#but the entire story is so messy by this point; I honestly don't care if theorizing makes it even more so haha#if K.L. wants to play with multiple universes then I'm gonna play too#(not tagging anything as I'm not here to cause discourse)
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I would kill to have someone to talk Bookerbeth with
#gaaah#I'm working through another playthough of the game and am drowning in feels and ideas for these two#literally the last drabble I shared mainly had bots interacting with it...this is the state of this tiny side of the fandom now I guess#*weeps*
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I don’t even know what this is. It’s Bookerbeth, fluff without plot, in that always-wanted AU where the two of them escape to Paris. I just like seeing these two in amusement park settings. 🥲
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For the first time in who knows how many years, Booker finds himself quietly chuckling as he’s dragged behind Elizabeth along the boardwalk of Luna Park.
Perhaps because for the first time in who knows how many years, he can finally start to relax and enjoy some parts of life again - even something seemingly as childish as an amusement park.
To live a life that is so…ordinary.
The location is a sweet reminder of the short time they had spent at Battleship Bay in Columbia after they first met. Only this time, it’s better. This time, they aren’t under the pressure of time or city security. This time, there’s no longer any risk of someone trying to pull them apart.
Never again, he promised himself.
When they finally stop on the pier, a distance away from the park goers, she turns to him and leaves a playful peck on his lips. Classic Elizabeth. Eager, yet still just a bit shy.
The small action fuels something in Booker, however, and soon, he’s diving his head down for several more kisses - deeper, hungrier, sweeter. He tenderly cups her cheek.
Responding almost immediately, she wraps her arms around his waist with a sigh of his name as he pulls her closer.
“Booker…”
“Just a few more,” he pleads softly, still brushing his lips against hers over and over. For once in his life, he doesn’t care who sees. They’re all strangers, anyway, and far too distracted by the too-bright lights and sweeping music to care about a couple stealing a few minutes alone and away from it all.
And Booker liked that.
Elizabeth breaks the kiss and he lets her explore; his eyelids, his cheeks, his neck. He had been kissed in all of those places before, but something about the way the young woman in his arms went about it brought on a slew of brand new sensations for the life-worn man.
He heaves a soft sigh and buries his nose in her hair, finally resigning himself to the sensations and emotions that wash over him. His eyes close, he stops thinking, and with one more shaky chuckle, the last strands of nervousness leave him.
No more looking over shoulders.
No more tense muscles and trigger fingers.
Just a couple enjoying a calm, safe, ordinary moment.
And they both like that.
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I don’t even know what this is. It’s Bookerbeth, fluff without plot, in that always-wanted AU where the two of them escape to Paris. I just like seeing these two in amusement park settings. 🥲
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For the first time in who knows how many years, Booker finds himself quietly chuckling as he’s dragged behind Elizabeth along the boardwalk of Luna Park.
Perhaps because for the first time in who knows how many years, he can finally start to relax and enjoy some parts of life again - even something seemingly as childish as an amusement park.
To live a life that is so...ordinary.
The location is a sweet reminder of the short time they had spent at Battleship Bay in Columbia after they first met. Only this time, it’s better. This time, they aren’t under the pressure of time or city security. This time, there’s no longer any risk of someone trying to pull them apart.
Never again, he promised himself.
When they finally stop on the pier, a distance away from the park goers, she turns to him and leaves a playful peck on his lips. Classic Elizabeth. Eager, yet still just a bit shy.
The small action fuels something in Booker, however, and soon, he’s diving his head down for several more kisses - deeper, hungrier, sweeter. He tenderly cups her cheek.
Responding almost immediately, she wraps her arms around his waist with a sigh of his name as he pulls her closer.
“Booker...”
“Just a few more,” he pleads softly, still brushing his lips against hers over and over. For once in his life, he doesn’t care who sees. They’re all strangers, anyway, and far too distracted by the too-bright lights and sweeping music to care about a couple stealing a few minutes alone and away from it all.
And Booker liked that.
Elizabeth breaks the kiss and he lets her explore; his eyelids, his cheeks, his neck. He had been kissed in all of those places before, but something about the way the young woman in his arms went about it brought on a slew of brand new sensations for the life-worn man.
He heaves a soft sigh and buries his nose in her hair, finally resigning himself to the sensations and emotions that wash over him. His eyes close, he stops thinking, and with one more shaky chuckle, the last strands of nervousness leave him.
No more looking over shoulders.
No more tense muscles and trigger fingers.
Just a couple enjoying a calm, safe, ordinary moment.
And they both like that.
#this has been languishing in my drafts for FAR too long#hopefully somebody enjoys it#bookerbeth#bookerbeth fanfiction#elizabook#my BB fanfics
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