fic: bunnyboiler!biebs (as ellen keeps calling it)
justin/scooter
warnings: non-violent non-consensual sex
He’s too young, reads the list of reasons Scooter would never, repeat never, go there. Justin’s a client. He’s male. Scooter is engaged. Justin’s never had a chance, and he knows it.
Or at least, he tells himself he knows it. Which is why it makes next to no sense that he’s been pushing champagne - wonderful, inhibitions-lowering booze - at Scooter all night across the banquet table between photo ops. “Your room’s right upstairs, it’s not like you have to drive,” he’s been saying, winking. “But if you’ve had enough maybe I should just - ”
“No, seventeen, remember? And look, another of our camera-happy friends.” Scooter would snatch the glass away, glancing back at the nearest photog, too predictable. Justin tries not to feel smug about it, but it’s impossible.
Anonymous asked: I’ve written you crossdressing!fic because I want to give you a a full row on your bingo card. Enjoy, my loves. /*?
justin/scooter (pre-slash)
warnings: sexual images, attraction between an adult and a minor
It’s ridiculous, is what it is.
Absolutely ridiculous.
If you had told Scooter Braun when he woke up this morning that by midnight he’d be standing alone in a hotel suite with Justin Bieber he wouldn’t be that surprised. They often had late nights on the road. If you had told Scooter that Justin would be wearing a dress he would’ve told you to stay on your meds…. Yet here he stands. The scariest, most odd part of everything is that Justin doesn’t look awkward or out of place. There’s no shame in his eyes. Instead, Justin is smiling his best ‘aww shucks’ grin and scrunching up his nose like he does when he’s laughing on the inside. The garment itself looks extremely well made, possibly couture. It is white with spidery veins of a baby blue floral print through it, small and strapless with an empire waist; it’s barely a dress at all. It’s more like lingerie, Scooter thinks to himself for a moment.
“Dude,” Scooter deadpans. “You’re in a dress.”
“It’s not just a dress,” Justin says, sounding affronted. “It’s Oscar de la Renta.”
Anonymous asked: um, do you still want fic even if it doesn't take up any of the squares on the bingo card? and if you would like it, should I used the submit box instead of the ask?
we love any and all fic here (the bingo card is just for fun, haha, and because we’ve been getting so many kinky submissions), so of course, send it over and we’ll post it! we’ve got a couple things in-queue right now that don’t have anything to do with the bingo card. :]
send it either way you want - ask or submit - but i will say that submit tends to be more reliable if you’re worried about that (we’ve had people say their askbox posts get lost before).
Anonymous asked: What's temperature play?
anything where hot/cold is a focus. ice cubes, cold showers, hot wax, general hot/cold weather-focus, etc.
here is the wiki/explanation post for temperature play from the kink_bingo community.
fic: sleepy/unconscious (question-marked to enable comments)?
justin/scooter
warnings: dubious consent (sleeping partner within an established relationship), explicit sexual encounter between a minor and an adult
Justin wakes sprawled comfortably facedown on his side of the bed, sheets kicked off in his sleep but warm enough in this week’s climate-controlled hotel suite. He’s hard. His erection grinds against the mattress when he shifts and it must’ve been a great dream he was having, because Justin is HORNY.
christophernolans-deactivated20 asked: omg.. there's a bingo card. are you for real. I'M DYING READING IT LOL
YOU KNEW THIS, YOU.
but if anyone is looking, everything marked off the card gets posted under the type: fanfic tag.
Anonymous asked: Is the kink bingo card filled up? If so are you guys going to make another one? If not, can I have the link to it?
not even close! the bingo card as it stands is here:
as you can see, there’s still a long way to go. once this is finished, idk, we’ll start another card for something or other. there are other types of bingo out there we might try playing (angst bingo, anyone? kiss bingo? maybe we’ll post a poll).
write us things, anons! our queue is sadly bare of fic right now.
fic: body-part fetish
Anonymous asked: Hopefully the HTML holds up on this! Here’s another square for bingo. My first Scooter/Justin, be gentle. :)
Pairing: Scooter/Justin (Implied One-Sided)
Kink: Body Part Fetish (Other), hopefully you can tell what.
Words: 571
Rating: Teen/PG-13
He’s doing it, Scooter can hear it all the way from the next room over. Justin’s blowdrier is a loud, steady mechanical hum and he can just imagine the way his young client looks there in front of his dressing room mirror, fingers catching in damp locks of hair as he teases it forward into his signature style. Just the thought of what it must look like quickens Scooter’s pulse, and he can only wait a few seconds before he’s pacing quickly to the doorway where he can lean, oh so casually, to watch. “Morning, kid,” he says, and hopes his voice doesn’t sound as strained as it feels. Justin brushes a soft-looking strand of hair from his eyes and smiles at him, and Scooter tries unsuccessfully not to be distracted by the way his bangs shine where they catch the light. It’s beautiful, he wants to say, but he can’t, that’s wrong, so instead he grins and spreads his arms. “Don’t I get a hug this morning?”
Kink: In Public
Anonymous asked: Hey, it’s the anon who wrote the casual sex fic. Here’s some semi-public sex for your bingo card.
justin/scooter
warnings: underage, non-explicit sexual contact
It’s the end of the night; the party after the after party after the Oscars. Kings of Leon blasts over the sound system filling the room with melody. Scooter has managed to snag a comfy armchair towards the back of the room. He sits contentedly wondering why Hollywood’s elite always want to get drunk after major public events. His pondering is interrupted when a group of people walk by and one of those people falls backward into his lap. It’s Justin and he’s giggling like a schoolgirl. The teen goes to push himself up and stand, only to get his Supra-clad feet tangled up in Scooter’s long legs and fall backwards again, now fully seated in Scooter’s lap pressed up against him almost uncomfortably. Justin is laughing so hard he’s losing his balance.
Anonymous asked: do you have a link to all the fanfics on your bingo card? please and thank you.
any and all fic we’re sent gets tagged as type: fanfic, so you can find it all there. :]
