#blue moon boys

[headfullofpresley]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader x Scotty Moore

Word count: 6,3K

Summary: It wasn't the first time you played Truth or Dare while intoxicated with your two closest friends, but things had never gone this far.

Warning(s): pretty much porn without plot, alcohol consumption, strong language, kind of subby!elvis, sub and dom dynamics are not extremely present in this tho, scotty and elvis making out, smut; MMF threesome, oral (f. and m. receiving, m/m if you squint), oral during penetration, fingering, anilingus (f. receiving), swallowing, facial, unprotected sex. probably missed a few, but it's basically just three besties having a fuck fest bc why not.

A/N: this was requested forever ago but i finally had the inspiration to write it. hope this finds its way back to you, nonnie. enjoy! <3

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A dramatic sigh slipped past your lips as you stood in front of the sliding doors that led to the balcony, the pale bright moon hung high above the ocean that spread out in front of you just mere meters from the hotel you were currently staying at. You were aware that this wasn’t supposed to be a relaxing vacation but you were still bummed about the fact that you were not exploring Honolulu right now.

Elvis, being one of your closest friends, had invited you to come along with him to Hawaii since he was doing a show at the Honolulu Stadium. You had been overjoyed and didn’t even hesitate to accept the invitation, eager to get away from the cold air that was slowly but surely settling in Memphis seeing it was November.

You knew that you’d only spend one night in Hawaii, but still you couldn’t help but dream about lounging on the beach to soak up the sun or sip cocktails in the hotel bar – with an overprotective friend like Elvis, you knew that your dreams wouldn’t be fulfilled.

He wouldn’t let you wander outside on your own, because people often recognized you as part of his friend group.

“I’m bored,” you huffed as you folded your arms firmly against your chest, fighting the urge to stomp your foot on the floor to amp up the dramatics.

It was late, Elvis had just finished the show about an hour ago and he wasn’t really living up to his rockstar imagine as he lounged by the record player on the other side of the room, Scotty laying on the bed with an ash tray on his stomach and a thin cigar pressed in between his lips.

Scotty was your other close friend, the two of you hitting it off the second you were introduced to each other and even though you were far from a musician yourself, you liked to think you were part of the band. Bill was the only one who was missing, as he went straight to his own room and was probably snoring up a storm right now.

“Will you stop your naggin’? I’m tryin’ to listen to this,” Elvis pointed at the record that was spinning in the stereo next to him as you looked over your shoulder, making you roll your eyes as he held up his hand.

“I’m not naggin’,” you mumbled, tearing your eyes from the view and walking over to the bed instead, sitting next to Scotty’s feet.

“Your sighin’ is loud,” the guitarist on the bed grinned playfully at you, taking a drag from his cigar. You rolled your eyes once more, but didn’t stop the small laugh that was tickling in your throat from coming out.

“Well, I’m bored!” you exclaimed in frustration, letting yourself fall back on the bed with your legs dangling off the edge of it. Stretching your arms out above your head, you stared up at the ceiling with a pout. “We’re in Hawaii. I was hoping we’d have drinks after the show – you know, have fun. But you two act like a couple of old men, listening to your little records and smokin’ those smelly cigars,”

“We can’t go out and have fun because we either get mobbed by a bunch of folks or you pick fights with men twice your size,” Elvis scoffed in amusement, sinking down further on the armchair he was in, stretching his legs out in front of him. A laugh came from Scotty, who nodded in agreement which made you turn on your stomach and glare at him.

“That’s only because I have you two as my guard dogs so I know I’ll always win the fight, no matter what,” you smiled teasingly. When you’d have a few of those pretty colorful drinks, it was true that you lost your filter and picked fights with men who annoyed you – Elvis and Scotty were always there to throw the punches when needed so you were never really too worried about finding yourself in a situation that wasn’t safe.

Your two male companions didn’t always liked doing so, but they’d stick up for you without any questions asked. Even if you’d be in the wrong–which was usually the case–they would still choose your side. Bill was usually the one dragging you away from the situation, because in your drunk state you’d try and join the guys in their little rumble.

A harsh flat handed slap was landed on your ass, which made you yelp in surprise as you were quick to turn around and kick your leg out at Elvis who now stood at the end of the bed. He caught your ankle with ease, laughing at you.

“Don’t refer to me as your dog, spoiled little thing,”

It wasn’t weird for you and Elvis or Scotty to be touchy feely with each other. You trusted these men and considered them to be your best friends, something like brotherly figures so you weren’t surprised when Elvis let go of your ankle and laid himself fully on top of you, squashing you under his weight.

You laughed as you reached out a hand to Scotty, silently asking for help – he granted it to you by taking your hand and pulling you further up the bed, but Elvis moved right along with you, grinning confidently to himself because you were completely trapped.

“Someone’s gonna get huuurt,” Scotty sang as you managed to plant your hands against Elvis’ jaw, trying to push him off of you – it turned into a full on wrestling match, but Scotty knew you could never accept your losses and play fighting could get you to the point of actual frustration.

There had been a time where you kicked Elvis in the face because he wouldn’t stop tickling you and it ended with him having a nose bleed and a very bad mood.

Scotty did not want that to happen tonight.

“Yeah stop it, Elvis, you will get hurt,” you laughed as you planted your feet against his thighs, creating enough distance for you to crawl up the bed and sit next to Scotty. Elvis and you were out of breath, laughing as you could just see in his eyes that he wanted to have another go at you, but Scotty’s words stopped him.

“Let’s play a game before you murder each other,” the man next to you announced as he killed his cigar in the ash tray, putting it on the bedside table.

Elvis sat down on the foot of the bed, raising an eyebrow. “Well, someone has to go down to the lobby to ask for card games and it ain’t gonna be me,” he quickly said, pointing at you.

“No, I ain’t talkin’ about card games,” Scotty chuckled as he sat up straight in the bed and reached out for the phone. “Truth or Dare. We order some food and drinks, play like we always do,”

You moved to sit up on your knees, clapping excitedly as you immediately agreed to the idea. It was the most dull game in existence, but when playing with the right people, it could get juicy. With a few drinks in you, the game was the reason for the three of you knowing most of your deepest and darkest secrets. Or well, nastiest secrets.

Things that you would never ever tell anyone else, especially not a man, but you knew Scotty and Elvis would take your secrets to the grave, just like you’d do with theirs.

Elvis chuckled and agreed, allowing Scotty to order room service as he surprised you with another attack when you weren’t paying attention.

 

“Truth!” you told Scotty after he asked you to pick one, which made him let out a small huff as he took a big sip of his bottled beer.

You had been annoying them for the past couple of rounds, picking truth over and over again because both men were gradually getting tipsy and you just knew that their dares would be weird – you needed a few more drinks yourself before you went down that road.

“When was the last time you touched yourself?” he asked with wiggle of his eyebrows, both him and Elvis watching you like a hawk as they awaited your answer. You weren’t bothered by the question, because it wasn’t weird for the three of you to talk about sex, masturbation or whatever.

They’d tell you about their sexual adventures, whether that was alone or with another person, and you did the same.

“Last night,” you shrugged, popping a fry in your mouth.

Elvis’ eyebrows raised in surprise, looking down at you as you were laying on your stomach on the bed and he was sitting on the foot of it again with his legs crossed. “But you slept over at my house last night, in m-my bed..”

“Your point?”

Scotty let out a laugh, putting his beer down. “As if you’ve never jerked off while we were around,” Elvis looked at Scotty, grinning smugly as he chewed on some fries.

“Who knows? Maybe I did,” he sang mysteriously and you rolled your eyes, telling him you heard him jerking off in the shower plenty of times when you’d be staying over because the bathroom was right next his bedroom.

In the moment, you never said anything about it but during games like these, you loved to bring up the fact that you were very aware of these things.

 

The later it got, the more drinks were consumed and the crazier the questions and dares turned. The alcohol in your system was doing its job because you felt loose and definitely not bored anymore, not bothered by the fact that all three of you were now sitting on the bed in your underwear because you kept daring each other to take off pieces of clothing.

“I dare youuuu,” Elvis hummed, squinting his eyes a little as he looked at you in thought, trying to think of something for you to do. He had a few things on his mind and although you were tipsy yourself, he had no idea if you’d actually do the things he had in mind – but the beers he had got rid off his filter and the words rolled off his tongue before he could even stop himself, making Scotty widen his eyes. “To touch yourself while we watch,”

You chuckled as you quirked an eyebrow, putting the drink in your hand on the bedside table before you hooked your fingers under your panties, looking at the two men. “Only if you pick dare next when I ask you,” you bargained and Elvis and Scotty immediately nodded, not taking the risk of you backing out of what you were about to do.

Scotty moved down the foot of the bed along with Elvis, the both of them sitting there as if they were about to say prayer, excited eyes watching your movements. You giggled softly and pulled your panties down, discarding them somewhere next to you as you bit your lip. You might regret this whole thing tomorrow, but right now you just didn’t care. The drinks you had in the last few hours had gotten you turned on, as well as seeing your friends in nothing but their underwear.

They were good looking men and you were nothing but a mere human being with feelings and needs.

“Goddamn,” Scotty mumbled under his breath as he watched you shamelessly spread your legs in front of them, cute pedicured toes right in front of him and his friend.

Elvis’ hand found its home around your ankle, fingertips caressing your heated skin as both men watched the glistening slick of your arousal on your fingers as you slipped them through your folds.

“You two act like you never seen one before,” you laughed playfully, placing your other hand next to you on the bed.

“Well, not yours, honey. How’d you get so wet?” Elvis grinned as his teeth sunk into his lower lip, his hand itching to creep up your thigh and touch the pussy you were so shamelessly putting on display.

Scotty’s hand did what Elvis’ wanted to, slipping up the inside of your thigh but before he could reach where he wanted to, you swatted his hand away with a laugh. “That wasn’t the dare, Moore,” he pouted, chuckling softly as he decided to palm the flesh of your thigh instead. “This is what these mai tai’s do to me. Can’t help myself,” you told Elvis with a giggle, shrugging as your fingers found your clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive bud.

The moan that left your mouth caught the two men by surprise, but their pawing at your legs intensified immediately, a string of raspy curses rolling off their tongues.

“Fuckin’ hell. Bet she’s so tight,” Scotty pointed out to Elvis, talking about you as if you weren’t even in the room and surprisingly, that turned you on even more. Maybe you weren’t such a feminist as you liked to believe.

Elvis grinned as he watched your hole squeeze around nothing, muscles contrasting as your fingertips were rubbing at your clit faster.

“Put your finger inside,” he told you, nudging Scotty’s arm with his elbow, as if to say ‘watch this’. A smart and teasing remark was heavy on your mind, but you couldn’t get yourself to form the words so instead you did as he told you to and moved your hand down. Your finger slipped in easily with how turned on you were and you whimpered softly, your toes curling in the sheets at the way they were watching you so hungrily.

“Jesus Y/N,” Scotty laughed softly as you were pushing your own finger out because of how eagerly your muscles were squeezing in on it. “You want one of us to do it for ya?”

You immediately nodded your head at his question, because at this point you were so turned on that you didn’t care about the game anymore. You wanted more, wanted to feel their hands on you.

“Let’s see how much she can fit,” Elvis told Scotty with a smirk on his face, the one on the face of the guitarist just as smug. Just as devilish. It only added fuel to the fire that you felt licking at every inch of your skin, removing your own hand as Scotty’s hand ran up your thigh once more.

This time you didn’t stop him, gasping softly as he gathered your slick on his fingers before pushing one inside of you. You moaned as your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, biting your lower lip. You couldn’t stop your hips from moving along to the pace of his finger, which was pumping in and out of you slowly but steadily.

“She’s fuckin’ tight, El,” Scotty laughed, your walls clenching around his digit as he spoke those words. Elvis laughed and leaned further up the bed, replacing his own finger with Scotty’s when the guitarist told him to. “Imagine feelin’ that around your cock,”

The two men laughed in unison, watching their fingers slip in and out of you as if they were working on the greatest science project. It shouldn’t even turn you on, because these were the guys that would fart in front of you and talked about fucking girls on the road as if you were one of the guys, but fuck… you weren’t even thinking about that right now.

They made sure you couldn’t, because as soon as Elvis added another finger and Scotty placed his hand flat on the mount of your pussy, thumb circling your clit, you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore. Laying on your back now, your hands move into your own hair as moans that could put pornstars to shame rolled off your tongue. You could hear them mumbling to each other but you couldn’t make out what they were saying and you didn’t care, trying not to writhe too much on the bed or accidentally kick them in your frantic state.

Pretty sure neither Elvis or Scotty could appreciate a nose bleed in this situation.

 

You didn’t know exactly how you got in your current position, the alcohol in your blood making your head spin, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining.

Elvis had his hands pressed against the back of your thighs, keeping your legs spread and bend upward a little as he was eagerly licking up your cunt, sucking on your clit softly as he looked up at you and Scotty was now on his side next to you. His boxershorts were down to his thighs, cock heavy in your hand as his hand engulfed your cheek, hungrily kissing you.

The sight made Elvis groan against your sensitive skin which caused you to moan in the guitarist’s mouth, your hand moving faster as your other managed to sneak its way into Elvis’ gelled hair to push him firmer against you.

You never actually had a threesome. You’ve slept with a few guys, but unfortunately they had all been selfish lovers.

They never took their time with you.

They never stayed down there as long as Elvis did and they never caressed your face so lovingly as Scotty did while moaning in your mouth. This was a whole new territory for you and while the two men talked about sex more often than you, they had never done this before either.

Especially not together and especially not with one of their closest female friends.

But your taste and touches were addicting and they couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Scotty was rutting himself into your first as his tongue explored your mouth, sucking and nipping at your tongue and lips, while Elvis’ grip on your thighs got stronger as he dipped his tongue into you as much as he could. Not caring that you were in a hotel room and Bill’s room was next door, you were moaning out your friends names, not knowing who to focus on as Scotty pulled your bra up, his hand immediately squeezing your breasts.

Elvis sneaked a third finger inside, looking up at you with a grin while sucking on your clit as he pumped them in a fast pace. Scotty pulled back from the kiss and smiled as he saw the pleasure written over your features, looking down at Elvis.

“EP,” he called out to his friend, landing a small smack against the side of the younger’s head, which made Elvis glare up at him. “Keepin’ all the good stuff to yourself, huh?”

Elvis raised his head, laughing as his lips were glossy with your slick and the sight made you clench around his fingers pathetically, moaning softly.

“I ain’t stopping you from comin’ down here,” the dark haired male in between your legs smirked and you let go of Scotty’s cock as he moved lower on the bed. You propped yourself up on the mattress by leaning on your elbows, biting your lip in anticipation as Elvis moved aside without taking his fingers out of you, giving Scotty enough space to get a taste.

“Let’s see if you taste just as sweet as you look,” Scotty winked at you as he leaned down, slipping his tongue through your wetness before flicking it against your clit. Elvis’ fingers kept up their pace, his wet lips trailing kisses up and down your thigh as Scotty moved one hand up your tummy to pinch your nipples in between his fingertips.

The feeling of having them both touch you, making you feel this good, made you feel as if you were floating. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, clawing at Scotty’s arm or tugging on Elvis’ hair. Still, you managed to open your eyes and look down at them – the sight of them both down there bringing out a side in you you never thought you had.

“T-Truth.. or d-dare?”

Elvis looked up at you, raising an eyebrow as he laughed softly. Scotty replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing at your clit slowly as he licked his lips.

“Dare,” he challenged you with a grin on his face. He was painfully turned on, ready for anything you’d throw his way.

“Kiss Elvis,” you dared, the thought of it making your heart skip for joy. The two men looked at each other, laughing awkwardly before Elvis pressed his cheek against your thigh. “W-Why? You scared?”

He didn’t miss the teasing tone in your voice and scoffed, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you which made you gasp. He chuckled and leaned on his elbow, focusing his eyes on his fingers moving in and out of you as a flush crept upon the back of his neck.

“I ain’t scared,” he huffed softly.

“Then kiss him!” you laughed, wiggling your eyebrows as he glared at you before looking at Scotty. The other shrugged, smiling.

Elvis knew he could decline. You’d probably pout about it, but he knew that it would all be playful – neither you or Scotty would be truly mad if he did not want to do this and things would continue on in the same direction they were going at. But Elvis was curious. He never kissed another guy and although he never questioned his sexuality seriously, he had fantasized about it before.

This might be his only chance to try.

“As long as it stays between us three, I don’t give a rat’s ass,” Scotty mumbled and Elvis gulped, letting out another awkward chuckle as he nodded.

You watched with wild and wide eyes as they leaned in closer to each other, heads slightly tilting before their lips touched. They were both hesitant at first but as they heard you curse and moan softly, their confidence resurfaced and they were so turned on themselves that they just didn’t care anymore. Elvis parted his lips to welcome Scotty’s tongue, groaning softly in the others mouth as he realised it wasn’t all too different from kissing a woman and that he liked it more than he’d ever admit. Their movements on you slowed down for a little bit but you did not mind at all, the sight in front of you making you squeeze Elvis’ fingers that were still buried inside of you firmly.

“Shit, that’s so hot,” you breathed, moving your hips backwards. A soft whine escaped your mouth as Elvis’ fingers slipped out of you and you quickly laid down on your tummy, intruding on their little moment.

They looked at you and grinned as you reached to Elvis to kiss him, Scotty’s lips attaching to your neck and shoulder as his hands found the clasp of your bra. He managed to flick it open in a few seconds, his hand caressing down your back and over your ass. You felt him move on the bed but were so enthralled by Elvis that you had no idea what he was up to until he grabbed your hips and pulled your ass backwards.

With a soft gasp, you pulled away from Elvis and lowered yourself on your elbows, looking over your shoulder at your friend.

“Didn’t get to have a proper taste,” he smirked as his hands slipped to your ass, spreading the cheeks to give him the view he didn’t realise he was craving so badly. You were so soaked that your arousal was staining the insides of your thighs and he could see a string of it connecting between your lips as you spread your legs a little bit more for him.

He was eager, but he was teasing because he loved how you’d moan and try and push yourself back to get his mouth where you needed it most. It felt like his lips and tongue were everywhere all at once but not on your most sensitive spot and Elvis laughed as you whined in annoyance, standing by the end of the bed in front of you. You turned to look at him with a glare which softened as soon as you saw he got rid of his boxershorts, his erection begging for attention as it was placed in front of your face.

“Stop bein’ so impatient and put that pretty mouth to good use,” he grinned down at you, his own hand wrapped around his cock as he caressed the leaking glans over your lips. You parted them immediately, swirling your tongue around him to catch some of his pre-cum on your tongue. He removed his hand so you could wrap yours around it instead and placed his hands on his hips, sticking them out a little bit as you assisted the blowjob you were giving him with your hand.

Finally, Scotty gave you what you wanted as he leaned down further and moved his lips from your ass cheeks to your pussy. He didn’t stay there very long though, making you let out a soft squeal around Elvis’ cock as he lapped his tongue over your other hole.

Elvis laughed and reached out to gather your hair together in a makeshift ponytail, keeping it out of your face. You were moaning around him because Scotty was eating out your ass as if it would be his last meal and it made Elvis grunt deeply, holding onto your hair firmly as he thrusted into your mouth a little.

“Keep goin’, Scotty. She fuckin’ likes that,” Elvis told his friend, who responded by gripping onto your ass even more roughly to keep your cheeks spread as his tongue rolled against your most sacred hole.

You’ve never been anally pleasured and even though you were happy that Scotty was the first one to do so, you couldn’t understand why you hadn’t done this before – this was absolute heaven.

He got sloppier with his actions, his tongue dipping down lower to drag it through your folds and back up in between your ass cheeks. When he wound his arm around your thighs and his fingers found your clit, you were an absolute goner. Your hand moved fast around Elvis’ cock and you could barely keep your breathing under control, tears stinging in your eyes as you felt your orgasm creeping in on you.

Both men could see it by the state you were in, but neither of them pulled away – Elvis chasing his own release and Scotty keeping you firmly pressed against his mouth as his tongue and fingers were equally as relentless.

You looked up at Elvis as he tugged on your hair harder, fully thrusting into your mouth now. “Fuck, yes, fuckin’.. take it, baby. Take it all,” he grunted almost animalistically as he painted your tongue white, warm strings of cum spurting against the back of your throat. You felt yourself coming undone as well, nearly choking on his cum that you had no choice but to swallow because he was still emptying himself in your mouth and his grip on your hair was too strong to pull back.

When he finally did pull back, you gasped for air and lowered your hips when Scotty moved away too - rolling around on your back to look at the man who gave you your first orgasm of the night.

“Definitely as sweet as you look,” the guitarist grinned, already crawling over to hover above you.

 

The two men were aware that you were not a rag doll that could be pulled in any kind of direction they pleased, but as you all steadied your breathing, Scotty laid beside you with his lips trailing kisses over your shoulder, his hand pushing your leg up. You immediately twisted your hips a little bit, making it easier for him to align himself at your entrance.

Elvis pouted as he laid on the other side of you, leaning on his elbow to look down at you. “Why does he get to go first?”

You laughed as you looked at him, running your hands through his messy hair as you kissed his lips once. “Because he’s the oldest,” you joked, gasping against Elvis’ lips as Scotty slowly pushed himself inside of you.

“That’s right,” he smirked from behind you, keeping his arm underneath your thigh to keep your leg up as he kissed your shoulder and the side of your face when you laid back in his arms. “You’re a tight little one, aren’t ya?” he mumbled in your ear, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as he softly thrusted into you.

Elvis grumbled as he moved down to kiss you again, grabbing one of your hands to move it to his cock. You laughed softly, kissing him back passionately as you wrapped your hand around his already semi hard-on. He moaned in your mouth, his hand squeezing at your breasts before he caressed it down your tummy and rubbed your clit at the same pace Scotty was thrusting into you.

Scotty’s hand was in your hair, fingertips pressing against your temple to turn your face to his. He immediately captured your lips in a heated kiss and you allowed yourself to get lost in it, the both of you not noticing the other male moving further down the bed until his fingers on your clit were replaced with his mouth.

You moaned as you looked down, Scotty mimicking your actions – the both of you were pleasantly surprised as Elvis’ mouth moved a little lower, tongue trailing over the shaft of Scotty’s cock that was now halfway inside of you because he kept still.

“Fuck, Elvis,” you grinned teasingly as he kissed and licked at your and Scotty’s connected bodies, half-lidded eyes looking up at the both of you. “Feels good, baby,”

The pet name made him more eager, glossy lips caressing up Scotty’s cock before wrapping them around your clit. The younger one had no idea what came over him and while it would’ve been easy to blame it on the alcohol, it really was because he was so freaking turned on, it was making him insatiable.

You planted your foot on Scotty’s thigh as he placed his foot flat on the bed to bend his leg a little, his arm moving up to let his calloused digits run over your nipples as he thrusted into you again, making sure Elvis still had enough room to move around down there. He moaned in your mouth as his cock accidentally slipped out of you and Elvis’ tongue came into contact with his cockhead.

The two men froze, Scotty slowly pulling away from the kiss to look down at Elvis. Elvis looked back, flushed cheeks, rutting his hips softly against the bed to create some friction between him and the sheets.

“Oh, please. It’s just us three,” you urged with a giggle lingering in the back of your throat, snaking one arm around Scotty’s neck to tangle your fingers in his hair. “My lips are sealed, guys,” you told them honestly, flashing Elvis a sweet smile. Scotty had already thrown caution to the wind, going back to kissing your neck hungrily – Elvis took it as a sign to continue. He trusted you both and he was too turned on to back out now.

He moved his hand up to push Scotty’s cock back into you, who moaned in your ear and thrusted into you. He picked up the pace a little, moving his hand from your chest to your neck as you moaned when Elvis spit on a string of saliva on your clit before spreading it anywhere he could reach with his tongue.

“I fuckin’ love your pussy,” Scotty breathed in your ear as he tried his best not to fuck you senseless, his hand moving from your neck, up your cheek and tangling in your hair. “Can’t believe I never fucked ya before, princess,”

You could barely answer him, his words going straight to your core as you clenched around him firmly to keep him trapped inside of you every time he thrusted forward. You turned your face to him, pressing your forehead against his as you moaned lewdly, moving one hand down to place it on the back of Elvis’ head.

“You n-never asked,” you joked at him, grinning while capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss.

Elvis loved being one of the reasons for the both of you moaning like this, but he was painfully hard again and nearly humping the bed wasn’t doing much to grant him the pleasure he craved. He needed more and he needed it now.

He sat up on his knees, running his hands through his hair as he licked your arousal from his lips. “Wanna fuck her,” he whined softly and Scotty laughed, slowly pulling out of you.

“C’mere, impatient little thing,” you repeated his earlier words to him with a grin on your face, your arms reaching out to welcome him. You never expected Elvis to be submissive or whatsoever but you loved every second of it, cupping his face as he planted his hands next to your head while situating himself at your entrance.

He leaned his face down to yours, letting you kiss him lovingly as he pushed himself inside of you. He gasped in your mouth as he bottomed out in you, groaning lowly.

“Tight, ain’t she?” Scotty laughed from beside you, his fingers playing with your hair as it sprawled around you like a halo. Elvis pulled back from the kiss and looked at Scotty, shaking his head a little in amusement as he chuckled.

“Damn tight. I don’t know if I’m able to last long,” he told you as he found your eyes again, a small smirk lingering on his face. You didn’t know if he was serious but honestly you didn’t care – you just needed him to fuck the shit out of you.

“Fuck me already, Presley,” you sighed theatrically, rolling your eyes as you grinned. A laugh escaped him as he shut you right up when he started thrusting into you at a steady and firm pace, your moans mixing sinfully with the sound of your skins connecting.

 

With your cunt and mouth filled, you felt like a completely different person. Although you had always enjoyed sex, maybe more so than a girl should according to society, you never dared dream about the position you were in tonight. Scotty on his knees next to your head as he thrusted into your mouth and Elvis fucking you into the mattress as his fingertips dug into your hips.

The moans and whines that you hummed out around Scotty’s cock were sending chills down his spine and the sounds that came from them were downright sinful. You loved every single second of it.

Finding your clit with your own fingers, you rubbed at the little nub mercilessly as you breathed through your nose as much as you could. Elvis couldn’t stop himself as you were repeatedly clenching your muscles around him, his hips stuttering into you though before he came inside of you–which he so badly wanted–he was smart enough to pull out and empty himself all over your tummy with a string of cursed moans rolling off his tongue.

Scotty immediately pulled out of your mouth because of the sight and you could already see what he was planning to do. Quickly squeezing your eyes shut, you stuck your tongue out as you felt his cum land on your face and nowhere near your tongue – hearing a soft chuckle coming from him, something told you that was exactly his plan.

As Elvis dropped himself next to you on the bed, you carefully opened your eyes and glared at Scotty.

“A little warning next time is appreciated, thank you,” you scoffed playfully at him as he laid on your other side, catching his breath.

“Next time, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows once, which made you chuckle as you let yourself fall back down on the bed to lay in between them. You took the tissues Elvis got from his bedside table and wiped your face, laughing.

“I mean I’d be up for it, if you two are,”

Elvis rolled on his side, grinning softly at the sight of his sticky cum still on your stomach. “Only if you use a condom when fuckin’ anyone else,”

Scotty nodded in agreement and you scoffed, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Says the one who will fuck anything with a pair of legs and a beating heart,”

“I can’t help it that these girls throw ‘emselves at me!” he countered back and a grin spread across your face, raising your eyebrow as you looked at the singer next to you.

“I don’t think it’s just girls anymore,” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows as you nudged Scotty’s arm.

Elvis was about to reach out to you to pin you on the bed but you were quick as you crawled to the end of the bed, jumping off it while laughing. He threw a pillow your way, which you dodged by stepping aside.

“I swear to God, Y/N.. if you tell anyone about this-“

“I won’t, Elvis! Jeez..” you giggled, placing your hands on the end of the bed to look at the two butt naked men in front of you. “There’s nothing wrong with bein’ a little gay, guys. Enjoy it while you’re at it,”

Scotty nearly choked on the cigar he lit, laughing loudly as Elvis threw another pillow your way, hitting you right in the face this time. You huffed and picked it up, wanting to throw it back until a loud bang came from the other side of the wall.

“Shut the fuck up! I’m tryin’ to sleep!” Bill’s voice rumbled in annoyance and you quickly threw the pillow at Elvis, crawling back in between them as you fell into a fit of hushed giggles.

 

It was safe to say that you no longer saw Elvis and Scotty as brotherly figures, but despite going at it like rabbits every chance you’d get, they’d always be your best friends. If anything, this little friends with benefits arrangement only made your bond grow stronger and you’d take that over selfish lovers that cared very little about you any day.

[austinbutlermedia]

Austin Butler, Adam Dunn and Xavier Samuel photographed Ruby Bell

[hooked-on-elvis]

"He's just one of the agitated Elvis Presley Fans at the show"

Wrote the Omaha World-Herald paper published the day after the two Elvis Presley concerts held at the Omaha Civic Auditorium in Omaha, Nebraska, on May 20, 1956.

Elvis, Bill Black, DJ Fontana and Scotty Moore backstage at the Omaha Civic Auditorium, Omaha/NE, on May 20, 1956.

Source/Credits: scottymoore.net -- Article: Omaha Civic Auditorium Omaha, NE

Photo courtesy and credits [1] Omaha World-Herald Photo courtesy FECC/stranger -- [2] Photo courtesy Brian Petersen -- [3-4] Photography © J. Kent -- [5] Omaha World-Herald Photo courtesy Scott Hayward.

Elvis and Bill Black (and a glimpse DJ Fontana behind EP's guitar) onstage at the Omaha Civic Auditorium, Omaha/NE, on May 20, 1956.

Elvis was paid $600 for his first show at the Omaha Civic Auditorium on May 20, 1956.

Over the years, Presley performed in five different occasions at the Omaha Civic Auditorium but May 20, 1956 would be the only time he performed there together with the Blue Moon Boys.

As for the dates, Elvis performed at the Omaha Civic Auditorium on May 20 1956 (2 concerts), June 30 1974 (2 concerts), July 1 1974 (1 concert), April 22 1976 (1 concert) and June 19 1977 (1 concert).

[sagesolsticewrites]

Happy BMB Sunday y’all!!! 💙🌙

@austin-butlers-gf @sassy-ahsoka-tano 💙🌙

[doll-elvis]

Hiii, I always love reading your perspective on Elvis. What do you think about the friendship between Scotty Moore and Elvis? I think his book doesn't get much attention and not being talked about enough, so I'm curious what happened between them (because I loveee seeing the early pictures of Elvis with the Blue Moon boys). Did they go in separate ways in bad terms? Thank you!

stop you are so sweet !! 😭 thank you so much for taking the time to read my posts and for saying this, it truly means the world to me that you get something postitive out of my perspective and the info that I share, thank you again 🫶🏻💗

and I wholeheartedly agree that his book needs more attention, solely because of the unique, and very genuine, insight that he offers as he was right by Elvis’ side when he became the performer/star that we all know and love. It was really interesting to read from the perspective of a fellow entertainer/musician, as opposed to a friend or girlfriend

The best part of this book, and what makes it worth reading, are all the stories of Elvis and his fellow bandmates, many of which I never knew until I read it

As for your question, when Scotty initially quit in 1957 it definitely wasn’t on the best terms however I don’t think either of them harbored any hatred for one another as Elvis invited Scotty to play in the 1968 comeback special which he did agree too. And while Scotty mostly talks highly of Elvis, it’s clear to me that he held some resentment towards Elvis and an overall feeling of frustration at how his professional career went while working for Elvis

The reason for Scotty quitting, as he tells it, was because he was paid very little for the work he did with Elvis, which wasn’t Elvis’ fault but rather the Colonels’. However Scotty didn’t see it that way and he felt betrayed that Elvis never stood up for him or the others against the Colonel

And despite Scooty Moore and Bill Black going to the press after they quit and saying that they were paid next to nothing, there was talk of reconciliation between them and Elvis. But before the band could reunite, Elvis was drafted into the army in 1958 which definitely put the nail in the coffin for their professional relationship and personal relationship ⬇️

I was also really shocked to learn that after they reunited for the 1968 comeback special, Scotty Moore never saw Elvis again and he didn’t even go to his funeral

And I don’t know if I’m misinterpreting the passage below wrong ⬇️ but the “misunderstanding” Scotty is referring to is the whole situation of him not being paid enough. And so it seems to me like Scotty was upset that he couldn’t have a career with Elvis and make money again as he had passed away… it’s just such a weird thing to be upset about of all things. Like Elvis passed away and you’re still stuck on how you could have gotten a better career out of him?

But anyways- other than that I would still say it’s a must read for any Elvis fan. However, if I were to read it again, I would only read the chapters dedicated to the 50s 🤧

[lserver362reviews]

While Elvis doesn't seem fully comfortable in this movie, the wardrobe (esp complete denim & cowboy looks), the songs (I loved Teddy Bear as a child), and the character fit really nicely. It is very meta and I find it so interesting with where he was at with his life, and this being his second film. Graceland purchased months before this movie was released for him and his family, pre-service, his own mother still alive, revolutionized music & performance, and he's got his Blue Moon Boys in this. What a young beautiful baby! Note the same weird 50/50 deal with his manager is in this as in Jailhouse Rock, also released in the same year as this film. King Creole (also starring the lovely Dolores Hart) which would come out one year later as his 4th film, is still the best I've ever seen Elvis, but this works as a stepping stone. Lovely to see! This movie did make me a little sad thinking about his exploitation and talent. ily, Elvis.

[ahundredlifetime]

Blue Moon Boys in the early days 🥹🥹🥹

Elvis, Scotty and Bill at The Cotton Club in Lubbock, Texas, April 29 1955.

[bluerosefox]

Masks and Moonlit Night

-Crashes through DPxDC window and sticks a new AU sticky note down on everyones foreheads-

ANGER MANAGEMENT MASQUERADE BALL AU!

Jazz is forced by her parents to go to all Masquerade ball at Vlad's, whose using Jazz as both a way to keep Danny in line (as well as Jazz, basically Danny can't fight back or he'll hurt Jazz and Jazz can't fight back because he'll also hurt Danny who he has locked up at the moment) and to 'impress' the elites (As much as Vlad wants to use Danny for the party he knows the boy would do something to embarrass him in front of them, he at least knows Jazz will keep her manners in check) with how intelligent his goddaughter is.

During the ball, Jazz (in a stunning dress and mask, think like manhwa worthy outfit tbh if you want) meets Jason (who lost the Bats/Birds most recent 'Not it' game and was made to go with Tim to Vlad's party) and both hit it off when they meet in the garden, under moonlight, both wanting some fresh air.

Jazz wants to enjoy her time with Jason but worries about Danny and thus tries to leave and figure a way to help him without tipping Vlad off she was trying to save her brother. However she notices she's being watched by some ghosts Vlad employed and no doubt would report her should she even try. So she kinda uses Jason as way to keep them being unaware of her planning... or at least that was the case until she noticed another Team Phantom member sneaking into Vlad's place and knows its only a matter of time before her brother is freed.

Within the hour she gets a text from Danny who tells her, he's out and gonna fight Vlad for locking him up, that Dani is with him too so it'll be double beat down and that he'll come get her soon.

She is pulled away from the text when Jason asks what books she likes to read and now with the weight of her brother needing to be safe, or as safe as he could be, is lifted off her shoulder she answers.

Its magical, its wonderful, and for a moment Jazz is able to actually enjoy this party, ignoring the pained hits Vlad was no doubt receiving from what she can hear with her liminal enchanced hearing, because talking to Jason, or J as he introduced himself as, was very fun and wonderful and wow he was very handsome even with his mask and-

Jazz is startled out of her wondering thoughts when she could hear someone in the party scream, no doubt Danny, Dani, and Vlad's fight probably bleed into the main hall and she could see people starting to run out.

Jazz sits on the bench as Jason goes running in, no doubt curious as to what is happening and going to get his 'brother' Tim who he came to the party with out. Jazz takes off her mask and sits it down the bench and waits before Dani appears and says they should get going, Danny is keeping an angry Vlad busy and that she can take Jazz home.

By the time Jason comes back, with a researching on his phone Tim, all he finds of the charming woman he met at the dumb ball he got dragged to was her mask on the bench.

[ryllen]

blue thundery rage 💙⚡

[missunderstood-with-ideas]

Hera: children you have not found the love of your life if you didn’t find them in the trash!

*Sabine and Ezra both look at Kanan*

Kanan: why do you assume that I was in the trash?!

Leia: no she’s got a point

Ezra: does this mean I can space Kallus cuz Zeb didn’t find him in the trash!

Kallus: Bridger I swear

Zeb: kid….Kallus was the trash

[mxgicdave]

last train doodles 🚂

[someprettyname]

No coz look at him

Just look at this bitch. Doesn't his face give you a STRONG urge to write the most ANGSTY of angst fic there is? 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

[sagesolsticewrites]

Blue Moon Boy | Scotty Moore x Reader

Your boyfriend Scotty gets nervous before a show. Luckily, you're there to help him ❤️ (requested by my bestie Shawni! @austin-butlers-gf)

a/n: Happy BMB Sunday! Thank you so much for the request Shawni!!! This was so so so much fun to write, and I can't wait to write more for our beloved Scotty 🫶 I do have plenty more WIPs that I'm working on, and I hope to have those out sooner rather than later for y'all. And my requests are open if y'all want to send anything in! ☺️

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: slight description of an anxiety attack, I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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You absentmindedly hummed along to the jaunty country song some boy was singing on the stage, your attention more focused on the closed dressing room door next to you rather than the current performance. The people you were actually here to see — Elvis and his Blue Moon Boys: Bill and your boyfriend, Scotty — were up next, and you had promised to let them know when it was almost time. It was only their second time performing for this big a crowd, and you knew they wanted to make a good impression on the audience.

You glanced around the empty hallway, eyes lingering for a moment on the clock hanging on the wall opposite you: only ten more minutes until they were up, what was taking so long? Normally Elvis’s nerves were calmed by now, were his parents and Dixie not enough? Did you need to squeeze into the already cramped dressing room, too? Not that you would have hesitated if they needed help, but—

Your thoughts are abruptly cut off as the door next to you opens and Bill peeks out, his brown eyes filled with worry.

“Hey, Y/N? You’d better get in here.”

Your stomach sinks as you slink into the tiny dressing room — more of a closet, really — and catch sight of your boyfriend sitting near the dingy mirror. At first glance it doesn’t appear anything is wrong, but then you catch the way his fingers are rapidly tapping against the edge of his guitar, the furrow of his brow, the slightest frown on his face, and you know his nerves have gotten the better of him tonight.

You catch Bill’s eye and give him a nod. With everyone else fussing over Elvis, and Scotty being very good at hiding his nerves when he needs to, it makes sense that no one but Bill would have noticed his anxiety.

Slowly, you kneel down in front of your boyfriend, his soft blue eyes taking a moment longer than usual to focus on you. 

“Scotty? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You say softly, reaching to squeeze his hand gently, just enough pressure to get him to focus on you instead of his nerves.

He squeezes back, signaling that he hears you, though it takes another moment before he replies in a soft, shaky voice, “‘S just… I didn’t exactly realize how big that crowd was out there.” He meets your gaze, and you can see how truly worried he is, “What if I mess up?”

“Oh, honey,” you say, trying to figure out what to say. When Scotty gets like this, reassuring him can help, but sometimes what he really needs is a distraction. 

Your mind scrambles, and you go for a mix of both: “Scotty, you know these songs like the back of your hand. And you know how I know that?”

Scotty remains quiet, waiting for you to continue, but he seems to have relaxed the tiniest bit. 

“I know that because I’ve seen it. You’ve been playing these songs for me for months, I’m pretty sure even I could play ‘em for you by now,” you tease, and your heart lifts as the corners of his mouth lift into a slight smile. “Winnie,” your voice softens as you use the pet name, one that he only tolerates from you and his mama, “You’ve got this, honey. And if you need someone to stare at, I’ll be right there in the front row. Just pretend it’s you and me, back in the kitchen, gettin’ in my way while I’m trying to make dinner.”

The last of Scotty’s anxiety falls away as he laughs, no doubt picturing the fairly common scene in your little house: him doing his best to corner you in the kitchen as he serenades you with his guitar,  while you playfully do your best to evade him and avoid burning dinner at the same time. 

He dips down to press a kiss to your joined hands, letting out a breath as his shoulders finally relax.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he mumbles. You can tell he’s grateful, but slightly embarrassed at his nerves getting the better of him. 

“Always, honey,” you whisper back with a smile, “You ready to go?”

He nods, quickly glancing in the mirror to smooth back his hair one last time.

“Good, because you’ve got—” you glance down at the small gold watch on your wrist “— about five minutes ‘til you boys have to be onstage.”

You can’t help but let out a giggle as the three of them scramble, doing last-minute once-overs of their instruments, suits, hair, and anything else they can think of. Elvis’s parents, you, and Dixie wish them all luck as they head down the hall to wait in the wings, Elvis and Bill giving you grateful nods, and Scotty dipping down to capture your lips for a good luck kiss before they disappear behind the curtain.

You settle onto one of the benches in the front row, squeezed between Dixie and some girl excitedly chattering with her friend on her other side. The room fills with polite applause as “Elvis Presley and the Blue Moon Boys” are announced, and they take their places on the stage, Elvis’s legs and fingers already wiggling with nervous energy. But your focus isn’t on him.

It’s on Scotty, whose eyes found yours the second they took the stage and, even as excited shrieks began to fill the air at Elvis’s wiggling, didn't break eye contact for the whole set. 

The sweet girls next to you might be losing their minds over Elvis, but your boy’s up there with his guitar like he was born for it, and you couldn’t be prouder.

You race into his arms the second you’re all backstage. “Scotty, honey, you were amazing!” You fling your arms around his neck, giggling as he sweeps you off your feet into a twirl, feeling the rumbling in his chest as he chuckles. You meet his eyes as he sets you gently back down, his expression as soft as you’ve ever seen it.

“I couldn't have done it without you, sweetheart.”

You blush, ready to brush off his praise like you usually do, but he continues, “No, I’m serious. You got me out on that stage tonight. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but…” He sighs, unable to find the words and instead settles for a soft, gentle, sincere, “Thank you.”

“Always, honey,” you murmur in reply, leaning up onto your tiptoes to pull him in for a kiss.

After a few moments, the two of you pull away as Bill loudly announces, “Okay, lovebirds, that’s enough!”

Elvis steps away from Dixie’s side for a moment to clap Bill on the back with a laugh, “Aw, Bill, don’t worry. Someday you’ll have a girl and then you’ll understand.”

“Sure, E,” Bill laughs dismissively, “Anyone hungry? There’s a diner next door that has pie and very pretty waitresses.” He adds, waggling his brows.After plenty of teasing, your little group is tucked into a corner booth at the diner, with milkshakes and pie for everyone. Taking in the playful chatter, Scotty and Elvis teasing Bill as he tries to flirt with a pretty blonde waitress, the sweet smells of vanilla and strawberry, and the indescribably safe feeling you have being tucked into Scotty’s side, your head resting on his shoulder, you sigh contentedly, and a single thought runs through your head: there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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[pascaled]

Happy birthday

Nicholas Galitzine

[leenfiend]

I heard we had a birthday in the house!!!!!

[verypersonalscreencaps]

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