I love all things ✨️spooky, creepy, and horror✨️- which is not reflected whatsoever in my writing.
Outside of happily wasting my time making up stories I enjoy being outside with my terrible dogs(especially walking in new neighborhoods in October and scoping out the best halloween decorations), reading (mostly mysteries and thrillers and well done horror- if you have recs I have a tbr pile a mile high begging for more), baking and cooking especially when I have the bandwidth to try a new recipe.
Personal tags: #discodoesthings, #discokitchen, #discodogs
Writing tag: #discodrabbles
I'm just happy to be coasting on the sidelines of the ST fandom and contributing once in awhile with my Steddie fics. 🥰
Fics under the cut ⬇️ most with M/E ratings, minors DNI, this is an 18+ space.
Respectfully I don't do taglists, but for multipart fics I always have a tag to be followed for updates. 🧡
Ao3:
I'm DiscoSuperFly on Ao3 I have an assortment of AUs that all toe the line of fluff, if you need a little brain vacation and like silly rom-com drivel come check 'em out! All fics on Ao3 are currently complete works.
Tumblr Fics:
Little Free Library: 20k E 🌶 Complete
Pizza Delivery: 16.5k E 🌶 Complete
Don't Ring Me Up: 11.8k E 🌶Complete I ao3
Pour Your Misery Down: 27k E 🌶 Complete
Feel it in Your Guts: 10.6k E 🌶 Complete
Tumblr One Shots:
Toy With My Emotions: 5.4k E 🌶 Complete
Never Have I Ever: 3.5k M Complete
Bad Days: 1.8k M Complete
Welcome to the Jungle: 1.8k T Complete
Campfire Stories: 1.4k T/M Complete
The Beating of our Hearts: 1.8k T Complete
Make it up as we go along: 3.2k T Complete
Between the Dials: 1.1k T Complete
I'm a Cartoon, You're a Full Moon, Let's Stay Up: 4.3k E 🌶 Complete (STMonsterMay)
All I really want is to be with you, feeling like I matter too: 1.7k M Complete
Drabbles/Plot Bunnies/Prompts/Challenges:
if i dont win, i'm a-gonna break even: subeddieweek, 🌶 3.2k E
Baker/Fantasy novelist, Eddie POV
Hitman/Hacktivist
Autopsy Tech/Detective idea
Chihuahua train meet cute
Dreams: 1.3k T
Cellar: 1.3k M
Mushroom: 1.4k T/M
Watch Out, The World's Behind You: 1.1k T
Im Getting Closer Than I Ever Thought I Might: 2.2k T
Hey cutie pies! Remember when I was working on a serial killer Steve fic? (No? if not that's ok I kinda went MIA for a hot minute but impending Halloween has awakened me from my cocoon) anyway here's the first chapter on AO3:
If You've Got an Impulse (let it out)
“Thanks for not bleeding out on me while I was gone, and up side, we get to stay here for a bit. I’ve got my claws into something that feels like it's right around these parts.” She said as she carefully unwrapped a Reese’s Peanut butter cup and popped it in Steve’s mouth.
The gesture a familiarity the two shared. It warmed Steve with how much he cared about Robin. Steve was aware he fit the bill for the term serial killer but if he and Robin weren’t out here doing the work that they did who would be managing this?
Local law enforcement? Laughable.
...anyone else read Atmosphere: A Love Story by Taylor Jenkins Reid?
I actually haven't read any of her other works but damn...did I just sob through the last chapters it was...so heart-wrenchingly good I'm still processing.
I haven't cried from a book in awhile and that one got me.
as always if you've got a book rec don't hesitate to throw 'em my way 🥰
Eddie let his mind wander, his eyes were closed and his face was angled up toward the late summer sunshine. Humidity had broken a few short weeks ago and the tips of some of the trees were just starting to change to their autumnal hues. There was a crispness to the mornings that warmed through the late afternoon.
It was his favorite time of year.
He was embarrassed over his second go at senior year, but out here, in the forest clearing, at his picnic table he could get lost in this pocket of sunshine. Let his eyes stay blissfully shut as he soaked in the warmth as his mind rolled into a lovely day dream.
One where he wasn’t himself for awhile.
Or maybe just a different version of himself.
He heard someone’s presence, “Oh, sorry Munson.”
Eddie cracked his eyes open to look upon the intruder.
Steve Harrington stood drenched in the afternoon sunshine, ethereal and dreamlike in his own way, something softer about the jock from years prior.
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture.
“Looking to buy?” Eddie prompted.
Steve paused, “I don’t think I’ve got enough cash on me, and I was just looking for some place quiet before basketball practice.”
Eddie gave himself a beat to really take in the other boy. He looked exhausted. Even a little haunted?
Eddie leaned back and basked in the warm glow of the sun as the wind swept through gently, “I can be quiet.”
Steve snorted in disbelief, “I’ll hold you to it.” He said as he settled on the bench opposite of Eddie.
Eddie couldn’t help himself, “You can hold me to anything, big boy.”
Steve shot him an unimpressed look.
Eddie mimed zipping his lips and closed his eyes again. Steve Harrington wasn’t much of a threat without his usual entourage. He looked bone-weary.
Moments passed into more time. The stillness weirdly companionable. Eddie’s mind wandered to a place where Steve knew of Corroded Coffin, maybe would cheer in a crowd for him, a rolling crowd leaving Steve’s body flushed. Cheeks pink and smile just for Eddie.
His brain sending him mixed signals as Steve snored lightly, head rested on his hands atop the picnic table. An oddly sacred thing to take in.
Eddie drank it in, this close he could see the purple of Steve’s under eyes as his eyelashes kissed his cheekbones.
The metal head pulled out a rolled joint from the breast pocket of his battle vest and slipped it under Steve’s hands.
why don't you tell your dreams to me (fantasy will set you free)
hey cuties, I hope May is treating you kind, I know I've been fairly inactive lately but here's a smutty sapphic steddie morsel for your friday:
1.7k | E | sapphic steddie meetcute (older!eddie, thirsty!stevie) this is basically pwp.
title from: steppenwolf, magic carpet ride
Stevie opened the app to order herself a Lyft. The guy from the bar had been sort of fun, fun enough to convince her to go home with him. She'd played dumb as he explained the basic rules of pool to her, even let him position the stick in her hands correctly, Robin and Chrissy had kept a watchful eye from a nearby booth.
It's just she had been in a dry spell, not feeling desirable, she had recently come out to her friends as bi, the gnawing attraction and curiosity helping her come to her own realization—and had even kissed a few women over the past couple of weekends.
Men were kind of easier to her still, or maybe just an autopilot response of years of flirting and the usual games that had worked for her, a default setting for instant validation (sure she was embarrassed to admit that but it didn’t make it not true).
Now here she was standing outside Greg, Jeremy…Josh’s, (what the fuck was his name again?) apartment. Waiting for a ride she had to order herself after he drunkenly came quickly without extending the courtesy to her.
She was tired, annoyed, still feeling undesirable, and wanting to get herself off at home.
He hadn’t even gotten inside her. She had stroked him lazily a few times as they kissed on his couch, and he’d shot off on her black miniskirt. She was a little pissed about the dried semen she had diligently tried to wash off in the bathroom sink but feared it would leave a stain.
The sleek black car pulled up to the curb as Stevie rechecked her app for the driver's information. She’d sent a defeated text to Robin giving her the heads up that she was taking a rideshare home and would let her know when she was safely at her adorable blonde brick building on the Northside.
The driver side window rolled down and Stevie walked forward.
“Eddie?” she double checked.
The woman at the wheel was unconventionally gorgeous. Kohl rimmed large brown eyes, dark waves looking artfully untamed, fingers stacked and lined with silver rings.
“Yup, that’s me, think I’m your ride Stephanie.”
Stevie blushed, she was always called her full name since it’s what appeared on her credit card linked to the app,
“My hero, you can call me Stevie.” She said as she slid into the passenger side.
The woman smirked at her revealing actual dimples that made Stevie squirm in her seat. She had gone above and beyond tonight with a black mesh set of sexy panties that matched her bra…just so James, Jerry…Jordan? Could pull the ‘too tired’ card before even admiring them on her.
“Glad to be of service, Stevie. Late night?” She inquired lightly.
“More like lame night, a total bust.” She shared softly as she gazed out the window and fluffed her long honey toned hair over her shoulders.
The driver chuckled in a raspy tone, “Wanna talk about it?”
Stevie let out a sharp laugh, “Not much to say, really, he was done before I was even out of my clothes…fucking ruined my skirt, and basically fell asleep on me. Waste of time, waste of a cute set of underwear.”
They stopped at a red light as the woman glanced at her mini skirt, riding high on her toned thighs in her current seated position. Stevie looked over to the slightly older woman she tried to place her age,
“I’m in a slump.”
The woman made a surprised noise, “Pretty girl like you? Impossible, sounds like the guy was a dud. I’d never let my partners leave without a few orgasms, but hey—I don’t know shit about hetero couples.”
She accelerated slowly as they made their way in the direction of Stevie’s place. Stevie squeezed her thighs together, the woman’s voice was a little sleep rough, she was leaner than Stevie, slighter. Her forearms were sinewy and tattooed and her plush lips played at a smirk. She was enticing.
“Well we definitely aren’t a couple and uh, I’m not completely hetero,” she tapped to a pin on her cropped jean jacket the one Robin had bought for her last month, kiss me I’m bi, over the colors of the bi flag, “Just sort of new to it all, and he seemed like an easy bet. Was hoping for some fun.” She shrugged.
Eddie reached out and touched her pin, “A baby bi, let loose on the world, a lot of women would wanna treat you right, princess.”
Stevie giggled, “I hope so, I just haven’t gotten the courage to get past making out. I don’t know what my problem is.”
Eddie kept driving. Her mind raced, she’s never been really touched by another woman? She kept her eyes ahead and let her hand drop from the pin and rest on Stevie’s bare thigh,
“Bet I could do better while I drive, you said you wasted a pair of cute panties, wanna show someone who would appreciate the gesture?” She cocked an eyebrow at Stevie as she pulled up to another red light.
Stevie squirmed under her touch, the heat of her palm like a brand on her smooth skin. She bit her lip before smiling at the other woman, “You really wanna see ‘em?”
The thick swallow Eddie did before answering was the only tell of how affected she was, “Yeah, sweet thing, if you feel like showin’.”
Stevie wiggled her mini skirt up around her waist to show off the black mesh and lace design of her panties. Eddie turned down a side street as she glanced down at Stevie’s lap. She let her fingers skim over the flimsy material, causing Stevie to clench at her core and heat to pool low in her gut.
“This okay?” The driver whispered between them as she turned the volume down on the radio.
“Please, please, I want you to look, and touch.” Stevie breathed out.
The women huffed out a laugh at her eagerness. A rich sound as she let her fingers wander over Stevie’s panties, dipping in over the waist band, “Oh, what do we have, here.” She let her fingers dance over Stevie’s groomed pubic hair.
“Wanted a little appreciation tonight,” Stevie replied as they paused at a stop sign and pushed her panties a little lower to show off the heart she’d freshly shaved earlier that evening, “Just wanna feel sexy.”
“Baby, you are oozing sex, when you walked up to my car tonight I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” Eddie practically purred as she stroked over Stevie’s trimmed heart and let her fingers trailed lower to tease. Stevie moaned lightly and opened her legs giving Eddie a clear signal to slip her fingers inside.
“So wet for me, princess, what a fucking treat.” She said as she expertly stroked and played with Stevie’s clit.
Another wave of pleasure pooling between her thighs as they turned back on a main road with Eddie expertly dipping her middle and pointer fingers inside as she let her palm massage over Stevie’s clit. The rhythm was a dizzying combined with the firm pressure. She thrusted her fingers and spread the slick of Stevie’s drooling cunt up over her velveteen folds focusing more pressure on her clit. It was obscene in the quiet car Stevie could hear the wet noises her pussy made as Eddie riled her up.
She gripped Eddie’s wrist hard as Eddie’s fingers entered her again with more force the movement making her walls quiver around the other woman’s fingers as she whimpered praises through an intense orgasm.
“Ho-oly shit, Eddie, yes.” Her thighs were still shaking as they pulled up to her building.
Eddie started to pulled her hand away, Stevie grabbed hold of her wrist once more with the purpose to guide her fingers up to Stevie’s mouth, she sucked them in and moaned around them, tasting herself on Eddie’s skin and rings. Eddie traced her lips with her fingertips covered in saliva as Stevie came back to herself.
"You said you gave your partners multiple orgasms. Wanna come up?” Stevie pushed.
Eddie had the same warm and rough laughter, “You’re greedy princess. How old are you sweetie?”
She asked as she helped tug Stevie’s underwear back up into place.
“Twenty-six, a little late to the whole sexuality realization.” Stevie replied only a little self-deprecatingly.
Eddie tsked at her, “Some people take a lot longer, you’ve got a whole lifetime ahead of you. As much as I’d enjoy taking my time with you, I’m roughly ten years older. I’m woefully into beautiful women but I’m trying to break the habit of hook-ups. You tested my strength tonight.”
Stevie fixed her mini skirt and glanced at Eddie from under her long lashes, “I won’t force you, but thanks for probably one of the best orgasms from not myself. For the record I’m not all that into casual hook-ups either.”
Stevie opened the car door, not really feeling hurt, just taking the interaction for what it was. She leaned back in and over the center console letting her long hair brush close to Eddie’s face, “I’m gonna think about your fingers when I get myself off again upstairs, and your pretty face, I’m still so wet from you.” She placed a quick, chaste kiss on Eddie’s cheek and retreated swiftly.
Eddie sat in her car, a damning damp spot on the passenger seat a glaring beacon of her sins of the night. She immediately felt like she’d fucked up not going upstairs, but it was for the best.
***
The following weekend Stevie had agreed to help Chrissy with her business marketing, she made custom candles and different lip stains and chapstick from local beeswax, she needed a model for the lip stains on her website. Stevie came into the warehouse they were using for the photoshoot fresh faced in light wash frayed jean shorts and a plain white tee shirt.
Chrissy ran over to hug her, “Perfect timing, our photographer just got everything set up.”
Stevie set her bag down and came over to where the backdrop and lighting was. A taller, slender woman with dark hair held together in a messy bun by a pencil turned around to greet her.
Eddie.
Stevie grinned and walked forward she held out her hand to shake, “Pleasure to meet you.”
“Oh, darling, the pleasure’s all mine.” Her response predatory in a way that ran a thrill through Stevie.
Eddie didn’t believe in coincidence and she hadn’t stopped thinking about the ride she had given last week.
