I may have made a promise that I would do this once I scrubbed out of "Last Drabble Writer Standing" and here we are.
What is Masturbation Midsummer Bingo?
This is a low-key challenge created to fight back against Puritanism in fandom spaces. You simply try and get a bingo however you can, be it with drabbles, fics, art whatever. The idea is to flood fandom with masturbation-positive works because it's something to be celebrated not shamed. Pleasure is a basic human right and no one should be denied that.
How long does it go for?
From now to the end of August. It's super low key.
Is there a collection?
No. We're just doing this for fun.
Will you be crossposting?
I will cross post any Masturbation Midsummer content that I get tagged in and if I miss you just message me.
Is this only for a specific fandom?
No. I primarily post in the Harry Potter fandom and there are some fantasy themed squares but if you want to do it in a different fandom that's totally fine.
How did you come up with the Bingo squares?
I brainstormed a whole heap of them and used a random number generator to put them in the board.
This is definitely a long time coming, but I finally wrote a text only fic for Sterek, complete with a stylized AND plain text view for reading! Also my first long fic that I've written since...I don't even know when (aka it's NOT a drabble or ficlet!!). This is also belated from July, but for reasons you can read more about below the cut.
Inspired by @yearoftheotpevent's July prompt "stars," as well as sniperjade's Masturbation Midsummer Bingo 2023, using the square "I can't anymore," and Summer of Cum 2023 prompts "creampie," "come marking," "precome," "come swallowing," "coming untouched," and "coming in pants" (yeah, there's definitely a spicy theme here :P).
Title: Feel You Breathing (<- on AO3)
Rating: Explicit
WC: 8.4k
Tags: Texting/Sexting, Established Relationship, UST, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Fantasizing, Teasing, Banter, Filthy, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Idiots in Love, Writer Derek Hale, Bartender and Graduate Student Stiles Stilinski, Business Trip, Flight Delays, Coming In Pants, Coming Untouched, Nipple Play, Light Dom/sub, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Humor, Shopping, Sex Toys, Kink Exploration, Werewolf Mates, Anchors, Love Confessions, Pet Names, Romantic Angst, Stiles AND Derek are Little Shits, POV Alternating
Summary:
Derek: So, you need a distraction.
Stiles: Maybe
Stiles: It’d be better if you were here to help me with that.
Stiles: ;D
[Or: Sexy things start late one night when Derek gets a text from Stiles and escalate from there. A few secrets are revealed along the way.]
Some of my lovely Sterek friends know I've been dabbling in and out of writing text fics since last year (2022). Easier said than done 1000%, I'm going to tell you that right now. It only took me 3 tries to get it right! (And yes, it means my other 2 WIPs need to be reworked, le sigh.)
It's one thing to write a text fic, but it's a completely different beast to style the damned thing with AO3 skins while making it as legible and accessible as possible. I thankfully know how to code in CSS and HTML, but it took me quite a long time to create a custom skin template that I liked and could reuse while getting the look and feel just right for our idiotic boys and the overall Teen Wolf world.
Texting and sexting is legit an art. There are so many ways to approach how to write a text because each person does that differently. There's also intention required when using emojis, figuring out how someone would react to things, and hell, even playing around with timestamps and timezones is important. A text fic isn't just about words. All the tiny details add up and make a new experience.
I think I took a full week to QA this whole fic because I wanted the aesthetic to look good, and it was worth it! It was nice to make something for myself, which let me write dialogue and banter and a lot of fun things I normally wouldn't had this been a different kind of fic. Super grateful for having a Write-A-Thon sprint weekend, which motivated me to finish the bulk of this baby up.
And when I think about it now, this labor of love was originally supposed to be an experiment for me to play around and learn more about coding intricacies. It was supposed to be a short Porn without Plot thingie (but uhhh, it's definitely Porn with Plot and Feelings because that's the way it is). 1-2k words somehow became 8k+ words. No regrets though. It has been a long time since I've felt good about writing something this long and doing something different than the norm.
It has been such a blast coming up with all the texts in this fic, because they're humorous and spicy with the usual banter and sarcasm we love between Derek and Stiles. But hey, there's some romantic angst too (they might be texting and using words, but they could do better, of course).
Anyway, I hope you give this a read when you have a chance. Enjoy!
Wrote a sequel to Surprise Afternoon Shopping for @sniperjade’s Masturbation Midsummer Bingo — Lingerie!
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Tags: No Powers AU, Living Together, Lingerie, Masturbation, Implied Sexual Content, Tony Stark-centric
Summary: In the middle of the heatwave, the only thing Tony’s willing to wear is his lingerie. This is both a good thing and a bad one for Bucky, who is trying to work from home.
Wordcount: 1,3k
Created for: @tonystarkbingo — WinterIron / @buckybarnesbingo (adopted) — Tony Stark / Iron Man / @bingowinteriron — Free space + August monthly prompt — Heatwave / @slumberpartybingo — Would you rather ... Wear comfy clothes OR get dressed up / @julybreakbingo (post-July bingo) — “I can't believe you just did that.” / @anyfandomgoesbingo — Positive Body Image
Excerpt:
Tony stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom. The one that had originally been his, now was Bucky’s too as they’d moved in together at the beginning of the summer and mixed their belongings in what would be their home for the rest of their lives, if fate would have it.
It was mid-August when the second heatwave had hit the city, which gave Tony the perfect excuse to walk around the house naked. Well, since Bucky had been doing some work from home because the air conditioner system of his office’s floor was being replaced, for the sake of his man, Tony had worn some underwear to avoid helping Bucky get distracted during work.
The part that did get him distracted, however, was apparently that the underwear Tony chose to wear was no other than the lingerie items they’d brought from Dora Milaje Club that fine afternoon they spent shopping for Bucky’s promotion event.
His study door was closed again. That fucking door. If she had known what this place was, when she first decided to come here, she would have chosen somewhere else, anywhere else. It had been a split-second decision. She had seen the tear in time and space begin to rip and she ran. She knew that anyone that close to the epicentre would be dead within moments, ripped to pieces in their rage, she only had seconds, to make a decision.
After sending her Patronus to the Ministry, she had torn the map of safe houses from her bag and apparated to the closest one. Tall iron gates appeared in front of her when she popped back into existence and felt the blood drain from her body. It had been three years, and it still took her breath away. It transported her mind straight back to that time; when she had been bound and dragged through them, pleading to deaf ears.
After she hesitantly pushed them open and walked inside an elf appeared by her elbow, making her gasp.
“How can Mopsy help you, miss?”
“Mopsy,” Hermione commanded urgently, “Can you take me to your master? We need to make preparations. Immediately.”
The little elf looked at her with overlarge eyes and grasped her arm. They materialised right in front of what she now knew, was his study door. Mopsy had knocked and then he was right there, standing as cool as a cucumber, dressed in a white dress shirt and dark blue trousers. His gaze in that instant was curious and calm, but it took no more than a second for it to change into something expressionless and blank. He gave not the slightest hint that he remembered her or cared at all about her presence.
“Granger.”
She cleared her head and tried to focus. This wasn’t the time for awkward reunions and old rivalries, every moment she spent in indecision cost lives.
“A fissure has opened up at the stones. It appeared out of nowhere. I sent a Patronus to the Ministry and came straight here.”
Before she had even stopped talking, he was moving past her into the corridor.
“Mopsy,” he commanded. “Cease all magic use immediately.”
The little elf nodded furiously before running down the corridor. Malfoy moved to the closest window and pulled out his wand. “Protego Totalum, Repello Muggletum, Salvio Hexia, Muffliato.” He repeated the enchantments over and over as he looked out over the countryside.
“What are you doing!?”
“I’m strengthening the protective enchantments around the estate.” He looked back at her. “You said the fissure opened at Stonehenge?”
She nodded.
“That’s barely a stone's throw, they could be here at any minute.”
She grabbed his arm. “Which is why we should try to bring in everyone we can! Those enchantments will keep them all out!”
His expression finally changed as he dropped the mask, except his eyes were filled with pity instead of anger or fear.
“Granger. If there is anyone still out there, they’re already dead.”
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Hermione walked into her head girl room twisting her hands followed by a very smug-looking Draco Malfoy.
“This is ridiculous.” She muttered and ran her fingers through her hair nervously. She felt like it had doubled in size simply from the anxiety radiating off her skin. “Why is it you? I know I agreed for there to be a representative to verify things, but I didn’t expect it to be you. Why did Pansy choose you?”
Draco closed the door behind them and cast two protective wards before turning to face her with a slow grin. “Pansy is a Slytherin, and she held an auction.” He shrugged. “I won.”
“What!?” Hermione exclaimed. “That’s so perverted!”
He shrugged again. “You never stipulated that she couldn’t auction off the right. How did you find your representative? Don’t think any of us didn’t notice that you are using a person of the opposite sex as well.”
Hermione felt her cheeks heat. “I certainly didn’t auction it off! I simply asked for volunteers and then the volunteers drew straws.” She frowned. “There were actually quite a few volunteers. Ron won fair and square!”
Draco rolled his eyes and barked out a laugh. “Sure, he did. For your information, there were quite a few bidders.”
She placed her hands on her hips and glared. “That’s not information that makes me pleased Malfoy. It just confirms my opinion of how depraved you all are.”
Malfoy licked his lips ending with his tongue touching the point of one canine and he let out a breath. “Oh yes. Definitely depraved.”
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