So...NOT giant balloons?

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Backstory under the cut.

Back on the Bioshock train Bioshock Infinite GMV - Radioactive In The Dark (Fall Out Boy/Imagine Dragons)

Booker tensed a bit when Elizabeth leaned against him, her head lulling onto his shoulder, but seeing the weariness on her usually-fresh face, he allowed her to remain where she was.

They sat there in silence for a few moments before she spoke up, albeit quietly, as if afraid to disturb the quietness of the evening.

“Booker…if we don’t find another airship…will there be another way to reach Paris?”

“There are lots of ways to reach Paris,” he told her, carefully tiptoeing around the question. “But don’t worry, we’ll get that airship.”

‘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)

NSFW under the cut!

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.

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. READ ON AO3

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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. 

In any case, he didn’t raise her, they didn’t know any better, they have no familial bond at all, and meet as perfect strangers as two adults. A huge majority of the fandom shipped them before they knew the ending because the chemistry and the signs were all there, and it’s very hard not to get emotionally invested in two characters that you pour so many hours into.

Courtnee Draper (Elizabeth’s VA) has admitted during a Q&A on Reddit that the ending grossed her out and bothered her because she had always assumed they would end up together, likewise Troy Baker (Booker’s VA) said at a con panel in Bristol that he played Booker as having ‘bedroomy’ intentions towards Elizabeth, and later said that they were falling in love and that he had wanted them to get together in the end. Even with the reveal. Their feelings for each other are pretty much canon, and the shippers who get so heavily condoned aren’t actually wide off the mark, because even the voice actors shipped them.   Ken Levine, too, is pretty neutral in terms of Bookerbeth and doesn’t appreciate anti-Bookerbeth slurs because as far as he’s concerned, they’re fictional characters. 

Bookerbeths in my free time :,)

(( 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.