#scotty moore x reader
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Ménage A Trois
Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader, Scotty Moore x f!reader
Word Count: 7.8K
Summary: Being an intern at Sun Records during the 50s was supposed to be mundane. However, your unrequited desire for two men takes you by surprise when you come to find that it was mutual all along.
Warning(s): 50s!Elvis!Scotty, talk of reader repeatedly masturbating, unrequited desires turned into mutual pining, SMUT, threesome, oral (f. and m. receiving), Elvis being a shy boy, experienced!scotty, slight foreskin worship, multiple threesome positions, unprotected sex, a little fluff here and there
A/N: The long awaited threesome fic is here! I wanna thank all of my babies who gave me ideas for this fic, whether it’s for the plot or the smut scenes, I really appreciate you. Before you read further, there will be some intercourse between men in this. If you’re uncomfortable with that, it’s fine. However, I figured I would warn y’all before you read. I hope you enjoy ;)
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The summer heat in Memphis had always irritated you—the bugs, the humidity, and even the fact that you had to be out in it. You had an internship down at Sun Records luckily enough. It was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, convincing Sam that you were beneficial to his business. Sam was known as the man who allowed colored folks to record their records since no one else would allow them to step foot into their business. He wasn’t deterred from allowing you to work with him, but he was weary of allowing you around his talents. From early on, you would linger around Marion—her being the other woman that worked at Sun Records.
However, it didn’t take long for Sam to ease the reins on you. The first person that you got to know was a handsome man who went by the name Scotty. Scotty and the other man who would frequent Sun Records with him, Bill, would hang around with you when they weren’t playing with different acts who were looking at a shot of stardom. None of them truly captured Sam’s attention or yours until an optimistic man walked in one day with his guitar in his hand. He was very handsome in your opinion. His black hair was mixed with blonde strands that were tucked nicely as he had it combed back.
You overheard him talking with Scotty and Bill who seemed to already know him. His name was Elvis Presley. “What a strange name for a handsome boy.” You jumped as Marion came up behind you, nearly causing you to jump out of your skin. “Easy there, Dolly. You should be lucky that it’s me and not Sam catching you eavesdropping on that Presley boy.” She teased, tilting her head over to the three men who were now setting up their equipment for the recording. “I wasn’t eavesdropping Marion, just checking out the potential of this Elvis.” You chuckled as you sat beside her as Sam began the take.
Elvis was recording Arthur Crudup’s That’s All Right which you heard before. However, it was something about his voice that entranced you. It was as if Sam could read your mind because he pressed the microphone before speaking to Elvis to bring it from the top. Sam never wanted to hear the same song more than twice, so when they kept recording the same song repeatedly, you knew that Sam had struck gold. After the recordings were over, you raced over to Scotty. “Y’all did great, Scotty!” You poked his shoulder before turning to Bill with a smile. From your peripheral, you could see Elvis watching the three of you interact.
You turned to face the man who was holding the guitar that he was playing a while ago in his hands. You stretched your hand out for a handshake, your brown eyes looking the male over. He stood before you in a pink laced button up, his shirt tucked into his black suede slacks that were completed with black and white shoes. He was well put together, his blue eyes returning your gaze. Scotty nudged the man who seemed to be in some sort of staring contest with you. “Hey man, don’t leave the good woman waitin’' Elvis shook out of it, placing his calloused hand into yours. “Elvis. Elvis Presley.” You giggled, shaking his hand—eyes still watching him closely as if he would soon disappear from your view.
“Y/N, I enjoyed your little song. I think Sam struck gold with you.” You turned your head to look at Scotty who was rolling his eyes at the both of you. Bill, who was long gone at this point, would have done the same, maybe teased you because you were laying it on strong. “Hey now, girl. Usually it’s me you’re flirtin’ with, now you’re flirting with the new kid.” Scotty teased you, but you could tell that his eyes held a little hint to jealousy. If you could be in his mind at that moment, you would have known that Scotty took a liking to you ever since you walked through Sam’s door a month ago. He didn’t know if it was because of your extroverted personality, the way your curls bounced when you moved around, or those beautiful brown eyes that could stare a hole into your soul; all that he knew was that he wasn’t going to lose you to anyone—not even Elvis.
You didn’t see Elvis again for about a month, but you sure did hear him. His record was a hit all over the South. It wasn’t enough that you heard him all over the radio, but you read about him in every paper that was delivered to your house. He was on every television, performing on talk shows about what he would do next. You also did not see much or heard from Scotty, he found himself following Elvis around as they traveled to play gigs along the Bible Belt. You heard from Marion and Sam that Elvis had entered into a business contract with a man who went by the name, Colonel. While you were excited for Elvis and Scotty both, you couldn’t help but miss them.
Scotty called you one night after one of their shows, telling you about all of the things that he and Elvis got into. “The only thing about this entire situation is that the Colonel doesn’t sit well with me. He claims he’s from the South, but he sounds more foreign than any man I’ve ever met, sugar.” Your phone calls with Scotty had deepened the trust that you both had for each other, while you also found yourself feeling a little something for the man. You also couldn’t help but feel a little worried for Elvis, knowing that this newfound fame that he had acquired was overwhelming. You would ask Scotty about Elvis, getting chuckles from the man as he teased you for having feelings for him. You also didn’t miss how he sounded when he teased you, a hint of jealousy in his tone but nevertheless, he would always assure you that he would take care of Elvis.
Your phone calls with only Scotty wouldn’t last long as Elvis would soon join in these conversations that you were having with Scotty. Scotty and Elvis would room together so that Elvis would get a chance to talk with you when Scotty called. The three of you would talk for the majority of the night, with you always falling asleep on the phone. Your conversations would vary from the different states that they were visiting to their nightly activities. Of course, some nights you would stay awake, mentally punching yourself that you would never have a chance with either of them. You would be lying if you said you weren’t jealous upon hearing about their activities with different women. You would try to picture yourself as one of those women, pathetically touching yourself into tears as you continued to feel unnoticed. You were only a friend to both of them, so as a friend, you had to act like you were one of the boys.
Your desire for Scotty and Elvis grew as phone calls would diminish as their schedules became hectic. You would often find yourself at night touching yourself to the thought of them. The feeling of their fingers running up your skin, whether it was at the same time or individually. Soon enough, you would feel the desire creeping up when you were around them. They always made time for you, even if they only had a minute. Their sugar. They couldn’t leave town without being in your presence. You thought maybe you were hallucinating that they wanted to spend time with you when they had male friends. Elvis had his group of friends who stuck around him all the time, so you also got to know them as well. They welcomed you in with open arms like Scotty and Elvis did. You were perfectly fine with being one of the boys, but why did it hurt when you thought about Scotty and Elvis? You would soon find out that it wasn’t only you who felt the same way.
Elvis asked you a while ago if you wanted to come on tour with him shortly after, his gigs picking up as his name was beginning to gain traction. You weren't sure if you were comfortable tagging along as you couldn’t bear to witness Elvis or Scotty indulge in salacious activities with the nearest broad that threw themselves at them. However, you also didn’t know when you would see them again—jumping on the opportunity as soon as you could. You showed up to work at the studio the following day to tell Sam that Elvis invited you to join him on tour. “Maybe this will open up opportunities for you to write a song, Y/N.”
The day that you had to leave with Elvis and Scotty, you nearly packed up everything that you had. You knew that you weren’t going to be gone long, but the idea of being with the two people in the world that made you feel things. Things that you knew that you shouldn’t be feeling. Things that society would judge you for. However, you didn’t care, tugging your luggage along as you all headed off to the first stop that awaited. The adventure was fairly new to you, but you stayed by Scotty’s and Elvis’ side. You would sightsee when they weren’t busy performing or promoting, sneaking back in your room in the middle of the night after a night of fun. The pleasure that you felt being around them intensified when you pleased yourself at night, moaning their names in euphoria as laid in bed, thinking about all of the things you wanted them to do.
Whenever you weren’t cooped up in your room pleasuring yourself with thoughts of the two men, you were spending time with your craft. You were an intern at Sun Records for this very reason, wanting to break into the world of songwriting for aspiring and even mainstream artists. You would talk for hours to Elvis and Scotty about your dreams of being one of the big named writers who made something of themselves through music. It wasn’t long while you were on tour that Elvis asked you to give a shot at songwriting. “Are you sure you want me to write a song for you? You have fans who would cut my head off if I embarrassed you.”
“Now, Y/N. You’re my favorite girl. There’s nothing you could do that would embarrass me. Write me a song, baby.” You could have died happily hearing that Elvis wanted you to write a song for him and that he called you baby. “Are you giving her a big head again, E?” You turned your head to see Scotty walk in with his guitar, the light shining right in his face—giving you a perfect picture of his smooth skin. You swallowed quickly, feeling your heart bang against your chest. Here you were in the room with the two men who were tugging at your heart and your vulva. “All I wanted was to see our girl write a song, Scotty. Let’s see what she’s got.”
You nudged Scotty as you smiled shyly, not understanding why you were suddenly so shy around them both. You were one of the boys, right? The shyness that you were beginning to feel continued as you wrote your song, allowing Elvis to record it to his heart’s content. You weren’t expecting anything to come from it, but when you heard it on the radio in the following months, you were more excited about how your career was about to pick up, with Scotty and Elvis by your side.
More excitement came when you got the news that Elvis signed with RCA in November of that year. Sam and Marion wouldn’t stop raving about how they had the next big star in their midst, giving encouragement to Elvis that the world needed him and that he had such potential to succeed. You couldn’t help but to agree with them, but you were truly afraid about how you wouldn’t see Elvis or Scotty again as Scotty was also succeeding with his music. You weren’t alone in your pity for long, Bill informing you one day while you were at work that Elvis was throwing a party to celebrate his new accomplishment. You were going to make your move, sealing your spot beside your boys as someone other than a friend. You wanted them to know that you were their girl.
The day of the party arrived pretty quickly. You spent the majority of the day shopping for the perfect dress, getting your hair and nails done to finish the look. You took a look at yourself once you were dressed, your blue dress stopping before your knees, hugging your body in ways that you didn’t know would be possible. You arrived at the party a little bit after the time that it was supposed to start, partygoers filling Elvis’ home with happiness and excitement shining over their faces. When you entered, you could hear Elvis’ voice playing over the record player, the tune of ‘Don’t Be Cruel’ crooning around the room, people dancing in their respective places. You looked around to see anyone that you knew, immediately seeing Bill, Scotty, and the man of the hour, Elvis, standing near the kitchen.
They were deep in conversation about something, Scotty laughing his amazing laugh that made you melt on multiple occasions. You made your way over to them, catching Scotty’s attention first. His eyes raked over your body, lingering longer than you thought it would before he cleared his throat, throwing that boyish smile that could make a girl fall to their knees. “There’s our girl! I thought maybe you got lost.” Bill laughed, nudging Scotty as he looked over at you with a smile. “Hey Y/N, I’m glad to see you again.” You nodded your head at him, giving him a wave before you turned to Elvis, who also had his eyes moving along your body. He threw his trademarked smirk your way, his cerulean hues staring deep into your soul. “I’m glad you could make it, darlin’. You look amazing.”
“Thank you, Elvis. Oh, and congratulations! RCA, that’s amazing!” You pulled him into a hug, the feeling of his body being so close to you sent shivers down your spine. His hands lingered dangerously to the swell of your ass as he returned the hug. You pulled away from him, looking over at Scotty before hugging him. However, unlike Elvis, his hands rested on your ass, the hair on your skin stood up as you placed a kiss on his cheek. “Hey now, where’s my hug?” Bill laughed, opening his arms for you to enter. “I won't forget my cuddly bear. C’mere.” You laughed as you pulled away from Scotty, wrapping Bill in a tight hug. You could feel Scotty and Elvis eyeing you, making something in your stomach stir with excitement.
Soon, you were comfortable around Scotty and Elvis, sipping on your second cup of whatever it was that was being served. The alcohol warms you up, giving you the needed confidence to dance to a couple of songs that were playing—most being Elvis’ music. Bill went off to mingle with others, leaving you in the care of Scotty and Elvis as they never left your side. “Enjoying the party, lil’ one?” You turned your head from a partygoer that you were talking to, seeing Elvis leaning against the wall beside you. “Oh, yes! You sure do know how to throw a party!” You giggled, feeling a presence from the other side of you.
Scotty was leaning on the other side of you, blocking you in. If you were any other girl, you would feel a bit uncomfortable, but you weren’t. You wanted to be around Scotty and Elvis as much as possible, straightening up from your position, a smile lingering on your lips. “I’m glad I’m here with you both. You have no idea how happy it makes me.” You softly spoke out, the alcohol giving you the confidence to say the things that you wouldn’t when sober. Scotty’s brow raised in question, leaning in closer to where you were standing. “Do you have any idea how we—how much I wanted to see you tonight, girl?” You shook your head, your heart jumping into your throat as you looked over at Elvis who was smiling down at you, his lip churned up like it always was when he was giving you his charming smile.
“Come on now, darlin’. You ain’t stupid, you know how much we want you, right? If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be following you around like chickens with their heads cut off.” Elvis laughed, wrapping his arm around your waist, rubbing circles on your hip with his fingers. You shivered at the contact, nearly spilling your drink over yourself as your hands shook from nervousness. “Ever since you walked into Sam’s, I’ve been flirting with you nonstop. And Elvis here, he’s had a thing for you since That’s All Right.” Scotty explained, pointing his thumb to Elvis who was nodding his head in agreement. “We just ain’t said nothin’ cause we figured you wanted to keep it professional, but we heard you that night when you thought you hung up the phone. Moanin’ and touchin’ yourself while saying our names. I thought it would be crazy that you wanted to be fucked by two men, but hell, we want you just as bad.”
You could have melted into the wall at what Elvis said. You thought you hung up the phone, but you didn’t. They heard you. And they know. They know. Your eyes lingered on both of them before you cleared your throat. “I—I didn’t think you would know.” You pathetically retorted. Whether they heard you over the phone or at late nights in your hotel rooms, they were bound to know. Scotty chuckled at the look of bewilderment on your face, leaning into your ear so that only you and Elvis could hear. “You don’t think we noticed how you would dress? How you looked when we were around? How you sounded when you were pleasuring yourself while thinking about me and Elvis fucking you?” You choked on your saliva, coughing in your arm as your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull.
“Come on baby, we may be boneheads, but we have some sort of brain workin’ up there.” Elvis crooned as he looked up at Scotty, who returned Elvis’ smirk with his own. “We want you, you want us. What’s so wrong about it?” Elvis shrugged his shoulders, his hand moving lower on your hips—his fingers still rubbing slow circles on the material of your dress. Although the material was a bit bulky, you could still feel the burning sensation of your skin due to his touch. “Why don’t we go somewhere quieter? I feel like we have a lot to talk about, baby.” Elvis suggested, nodding his head to Scotty who took you by the hand. You lifted your body off of the wall that was holding you up, looking around at the guests who were in their own world, indulging in alcohol and drugs while vibing off of the energy that Elvis had set.
Before you all could disappear from the party, you caught sight of Bill who was in conversation with someone you didn’t know. “Hey! What’s going on?” Bill asked, not missing the knowing look that crossed his eyes as he saw Scotty holding you by the hand and Elvis’ hand wrapped around your waist. “We are gonna go talk to Y/N about some music that I want her to write. We can’t concentrate with all this racket going on.” Bill laughed as he nodded his head before turning his head back to the woman that he was chatting it up with.
The party was still rocking, the high of Elvis’ success was the only thing that kept the crowd moving. Yet, here you were being dragged away by the two men who you craved more than the drugs that you saw earlier. “Where are we going, y’all?” They didn’t answer you, only walking into the nearest room that Elvis could find. Once the door closed, you were against the door, Scotty kissing up one side of your neck and Elvis on the other. You could have sworn that you were dreaming, only picturing them during one of your masturbation fantasies. You softly let out a moan, your head lulling backwards against the wood, hoping to the Lord above that it didn’t cave in from the amount of pressure from the three of you.
Elvis pulled away from you, reaching down to pull up your dress, the same dress that he wanted to take off as soon as he saw you waltz in. His fingers shakingly rubbed across the fabric, feeling a little wetness on your part. “Christ Scotty, our little girl is already wet. She’s destroyed these things.” He chuckled, causing Scotty to break away from your neck then—his blue eyes shined with mischief as he looked over at his friend. “We haven’t even done nothin’ yet, girl. Look at her, E. She’s already lookin’ fucked out too.” You whined out in embarrassment, not wanting to show this side of need to them.
You knew that they would tease you, play with your emotions after this was over. You didn’t care, the night that you so desperately craved was finally here. Scotty pulled your body off of the door, reaching around to unzip your dress, letting it slide off of your body. You were surprised that your body held up, knees shaking like a newborn calf. As your dress fell down your body, Elvis and Scotty stepped away from you, their eyes scanning your body like you were a fine painting. “Just as we thought, Scotty. Her body is better than any woman I’ve ever met.” Elvis whistled, stepping up to you before turning you around—pressing your body back against the cool surface that hid the three of you from the ongoing party in the other room.
You could feel hands rubbing down your back, but you couldn’t tell who they belonged to. “Tell me, baby.” Elvis whispered in the shell of your ear. “Are you gonna be ready to take the both of us?” You whimpered, nodding your head as you instantly regretted once again allowing your submission to come forward. Scotty chuckled before stepping up beside him, his hand moving down Elvis’ body. “Are you both ready to take something tonight?” You could feel Elvis’ crotch against the swell of your ass, his breath catching in his throat as he turned to face the man beside him. “I—I dunno, Scotty. I’ve never done this stuff before.” You smirked as you listened to them, not realizing that you weren’t the only one who would be fucked tonight.
“Come on, E. I’ll be gentle on ya. I know you’ll be gentle with me.” Elvis’ hands continue to rub on you, his length twitching against you. “O-okay Scotty. Let’s focus on our girl first.” Scotty nodded as he moved his cool hands down your neck, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. His fingers strategically undoing your bra, pushing the straps down your arms. You took that as a cue to step back away from the door, allowing the material to pool at your feet. You were yanked around again, the air hitting your nipples, making them hard underneath nothing. Scotty attached to one of them, nibbling and suckling at your areola while Elvis pulled your panties down your legs.
You stepped out of them, giving the man a full view of your now naked body. “I could drown in your body, it’s so goddamn beautiful.” He whispered, watching as his friend was giving your breasts attention. Scotty pulled away from you, taking you by the hand before leading you over to the bed that sat in the middle of the room. If anyone were to open that door, you would be screwed. Here you were about to be fucked by not only one but two men, while they were also about to fuck each other. This was something that society would definitely look down on, so your eyes would continue to look at the door.
Elvis placed a finger under your chin, forcing you to look over at him before smirking. “If you’re worried about someone coming in here, you’re gonna be sadly disappointed. I locked the door and even if I didn’t, my boys ain’t letting nobody disturb me.” You shivered as you nodded your head. “Scotty, our little girl must want someone to come in and see us usin’ her holes. Such a whore.” Scotty snorted, tilting your head to face him. “You want the entire party to see us all fucking each other? Want them to see how much of a whore you really are?” Scotty turned to face Elvis, laying you back on the bed. You sat up on your elbows, watching your two boys eye each other as if they had a little yearning between them.
Scotty hurriedly unbuckled his belt, his eyes leaving Elvis for only a moment as he opened his slacks, pulling them down and off of his lower body. You could see his length twitching in his briefs, making your mouth water at the sight. Elvis followed suit, but he wasn’t wearing underwear. You choked on your saliva upon seeing his uncut cock twitching as if it was dancing for you. He looked so perfect, his cock sitting prettily as it called out for you to touch. Your hand reached out, wrapping around his cock—thumb rubbing against his foreskin. You played with it for a while, hearing little whimpers rumbling in his chest. “She likes hearing you, E. She’s gushing already.” Scotty had his hand between your thighs so he could feel that your pussy was responding to the noises that Elvis made.
Scotty made his way down to his knees, spreading your thighs as he was now eye level with your pussy. His breath made you shiver with ecstasy as his tongue flattened against your vulva, causing your back to arch off of the bed. Your hand moved from Elvis slightly, allowing him to move his uncut cock to your lips. You opened your mouth needily as he slid in between your lips. The taste of his cock drove you crazy along with the feeling of Scotty in between your legs. You hummed around Elvis, the foreskin dragging across your tongue causing Elvis to shiver. “Fuck, your mouth is so full of my cock like the good whore you are. Scotty, eat her like she deserves.” Elvis watched from where he was standing, getting harder at the sight of Scotty pleasing you and you pleasing him.
He couldn’t be the type to watch, right? Elvis always believed that a person’s sexual activity should be between two people. However, this was his first time participating in a threesome with his friend and the woman who drove him crazy with desire. As you sucked his cock and Scotty ate your pussy, he was beginning to feel like he found a new kink. The groans were filling the room from the three of you. Elvis couldn’t hold back anymore, placing his hands on the sides of your face as he pushed deeper into your mouth. You gagged around his cock, tears springing up in the corners of your eyes from lack of oxygen and the pleasure that Scotty was making you feel.
Elvis pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to let out the filthiest moan as Scotty’s tongue tangled with your hardened bud. “Scotty, oh fuck.” You whined, his eyes now looking up at you with the look of pleasure crowding his eyes. He looked so handsome where he was sitting, it was like you were watching a Greek God ascend in front of your eyes. His fingers were playing against your folds like a guitar, causing your juices to spill from you beyond your control. “That’s it, sweet girl. Show me how you like to be played with.” Elvis was now jerking his cock, his eyes watched between the both of you as he stood beside you. He was starting to like the sight in front of him too much, shivers moving through his body.
This was when Elvis realized that he liked to watch. He didn’t have to get physically pleasured—oh no, he could get gratification from watching the people he loved catch their own bliss. Watching Scotty eat your pussy while he rubbed himself gave him enjoyment, but soon his hand wasn’t doing much for him. “I—I—I need something, Scotty. I need to feel something.” You went to sit up, to take his cock back into your mouth but his eyes spoke that he needed someone other than you at that moment. Scotty smirked, pulling away from your pussy before moving over slowly to Elvis. “You need me, baby boy? I’ve been so busy with our girl that I haven’t given you any attention.”
Scotty turned to face you, eyes filled with wild desire as he cleaned your juices from his lips. “I want you to touch yourself while I suck our baby boy off. Can you do that for me, baby?” You shivered at the thought of Elvis coming undone down Scotty’s throat, nodding compliantly. “Good girl, go on.” He cooed, taking Elvis’ cock in his hands. He licked a stripe up the base of him, watching through his eyelashes as the younger man shivered. Elvis was shy at the point, not completely sure how he would like having his cock sucked by his friend. Scotty seemed to be experienced, paying close attention to his foreskin—licking and sucking the sensitive skin that adorned his beautiful cock.
Scotty’s hands reached up to pull back his foreskin gently, moans passing Elvis’ lips as his body was filled with sensitivity. His knees were buckling as his blue eyes were blown out as he looked down at him. His eyes moved from him quickly once Scotty’s eyes met his, landing on you. You were knuckle deep inside at this point, juices pouring out of you, filling theirs with pleasure of seeing you get off at the activity of Scotty pleasing Elvis. “Fuck, this is so hot. Don’t stop, Scotty.” You moaned out, giving Scotty more motivation to wrap his mouth around Elvis. “Fuck Scotty.” Elvis took the time to speak as he turned back to watch Scotty take him into his mouth.
Scotty wrapped his left hand around the base of Elvis’ cock, the other cupping his balls as he took all that he could in his mouth. Elvis was surely long, no doubt about it. The veins that graced his cock was enough to knock him off of his feet. Spit pooling in his mouth to give him extra lubing as he continued sucking. The slurping noises were pornographic for you, in fact, you could listen it repeatedly as you pleasured yourself alone. Elvis looked so beautiful fucked out, his blue eyes now darker and his cheeks were a pretty shade of red as his fingers raked into Scotty’s hair, guiding him along his cock. You continued pleasuring yourself as you watched them enjoy themselves, your eyes still falling towards the door for extra support.
“I ain’t gonna last Scotty boy, ‘m so sensitive. Let’s—let’s fuck our little girl.” He pulled Scotty off of his cock by his hair, Scotty still fondling his balls as his eyes found his way back over to the bed where you were halfway arched off of. Scotty moaned at the feeling of Elvis pulling him by the hair, his length hurting at not having its own attention. “Mm’kay, baby. But I want you to fuck me a bit later. ‘m hurting.” He whined as he got on his feet, pulling his pants and boxers off before walking back over to you. You hurriedly pulled your fingers out of your weeping vulva, eyes watching the two of them as they neared the bed where you lay. “So here’s what we are gonna do, baby girl. I’m going to take you in your pussy, Elvis is gonna fuck you in your ass. Understand?” You whimpered, unsure that you could take the both of them at the same time.
You nodded your head, getting up from the bed as Scotty slid in the spot that you were previously in, smirking at the wetness that he felt on the sheets. “You’re gonna be perfect for us. So wet already.” He pulled you on his lap, propping your hips outward to reveal your ass to Elvis. Elvis licked his lips at the sight of your glistening and puckered hole, placing his hands on your hips. The coolness from his rings burned against your skin, searing the feeling into your mind. Scotty took a hold of your knees, teasing his cock against your folds as he slid inside of you with ease. Your breath caught in your throat from Scotty stretching you out, but it was nowhere near the stretching you would come to feel once Elvis slid slowly inside of your ass.
The painfully sweet feeling of both of your boys filling you in both of your holes excited you. Scotty started off slow, allowing you to get acclimated to your ass being filled as Elvis’ fingers dug into your hips, surely to leave bruises for you to see the next day. Elvis grunted from behind you, his breath brushing against your skin in a gentle fashion. His hips moved slightly as he pumped into your puckered hole slowly. You felt as if you were being ripped apart from the inside, both of their cocks rubbing places inside that you didn’t know that you had. “Ah! Fuck! Scotty! Elvis!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as they started speeding up their thrusts slightly.
Your clit rubbed against Scotty’s pelvis, giving another feeling of stimulation as you bounced on his lap as he fucked into you harder. As Scotty pulled out of you to push back inside of your pussy, Elvis was pushing inside of your ass, not leaving a hole unfilled. Your head tilted backward, laying on Elvis’ chest as he reached around to fondle your breasts, tweaking your nipples. You could feel yourself tightening around both of their cocks, whimpers passing your lips as they fucked you into submission. “Eyes on us, baby. The mirror. Over there.” Elvis grunted into your ear as you turned your head to see the full body mirror that was against the wall.
You could have fallen apart at the seams at the sight. You bounced on Scotty’s cock while Elvis pumped your asshole full of his uncut cock, his hands squeezing at your flesh. Your body heated up with excitement as you grind your hips against Elvis, pushing him further into you. Scotty continued on thrusting his hips in a circular motion, his pelvis rubbing against your clit which sent shivers down your back. Your orgasm was nearing, legs shaking from each side of Scotty as you tried to keep yourself from falling apart. “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck.” You whimpered as your orgasm crashed over you for the first time that night. You shook on top of Scotty as he held on to your knees, locking you in place as they both fucked you through your orgasm.
“My turn, pretty boy.” Scotty looked around your quivering body at Elvis. Elvis pulled out of your ass slowly, his cock still throbbing with need as he backed away from you slowly. Scotty flipped you off of him, entering you from behind before pushing you further on the bed. His feet hung off of the bed, revealing his needy hole to the younger man. “Come on, baby. Fill me. That uncut cock needs some more attention.” He groaned as he pushed deeper into you—bottoming out. You yelped from the overstimulation that you felt from Scotty being inside of you once more. Elvis was a bit nervous now, never being inside of another guy, but he wasn’t about to deny Scotty a fucking that he would remember.
Elvis looked around his room for the lube that he hid from his parents, for the late nights of masturbating while thinking about Y/N and Scotty. He found the bottle sitting in one of his drawers, squeezing a generous amount on his hand before coating his cock with the substance. The coolness caused him to shiver, goosebumps already layering his skin from the earlier activities of watching Scotty eat Y/N out. He crossed the bedroom floor, wiping the remaining lube that covered his hand across Scotty’s hole—earning a soft moan from the man. He positioned himself behind Scotty, slowly sliding his cock inside of him. Scotty hissed as he ceased movement into Y/N, obscenities pouring out of his mouth that he prayed the Lord didn’t hear.
“Fuck, you’re fucking tight, Scotty Boy.” Elvis grunted as he began moving his hips slowly inside of the man in front of him. Scotty’s hips continued rutting into you as Elvis began pumping his hips into him. From where you were positioned, it was a sight seeing your boys pleasure each other while still making sure that you were too. “Fuck, y’all are so gorgeous. Fuck him, Elvis. Make him feel good.” You moaned out as you backed your hips hard against Scotty, earning a long and pornographic moan from him. “Shit, you’re fucking me good, baby. You’re such a good boy at this.” Scotty whined out as Elvis was now plowing his hips hard into the older man, gritting his teeth so hard that he feared he would break them.
Elvis grunted out profanities, while also repenting in the same breath to God. However, God wasn’t in the room at the moment as the three of you grinded against one another, sweat mixing as one. You reached down to rub your clit, your toes curling as Scotty rutted his hips harder into you from behind. The sounds of moaning coming from the three of you were enough to cause you to reach another orgasm that was quicker than the first. You shook with pleasure as you clenched around Scotty, his hips pounding harder into you as he was pushed forward from Elvis relentlessly fucking into him. “I can’t take another orgasm, y’all. Fuck.” You whimpered as you pulled away from Scotty, turning around to face the two of them still going at it.
“That’s not how it works, mama. I gotta be inside of you too, you ain’t being fair.” Elvis clicked his tongue in disbelief as he continued moving his hips inside of a whining Scotty. “Does it feel good, Scotty Boy? I bet it does cause fuck, it feels good to me.” He slapped Scotty across the ass, groaning as his cloudy eyes watched you with amusement. Scotty whined in response, his eyes shutting slightly before opening again to look at you. Your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth, laying back on the bed as you beckoned Elvis to come fill you. “I want one of you to at least finish inside of me. I’m the only one who came not once, but twice.”
Elvis, hearing you speak these words, stopped all movement from behind Scotty, earning a needy whine from the man before he pulled out from inside of him. “Scotty baby, I want to try it out. Y’know…what I was doin’ to you.” He blushed as his eyes wandered over the two of you. He was in awe at how he could be so lucky to have the both of you, only fantasizing how he could have you and Scotty at once. Scotty nodded his head as he moved from his position on the bed, stepping aside to allow Elvis in his newfound position in between your legs. You were nervous, shaking from the amount of orgasms that you had acquired from Scotty and from the thought of having Elvis inside of you finally.
Elvis moved over to you, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, humming against them. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now, lil’ mama. I’m glad I did.” You blushed as you noticed his cheeks turning red once again. Before you could say another word, he slid inside of you, filling you to the hilt. You groaned swiftly, your breath and the words on your tongue dying as pleasure filled your body once more. Your hands caressed his face and neck, eyes locked with the blue eyed man who was above you. You were sure that you would have moments with Scotty like these after tonight, but you were glad that your first intimate moment was with Elvis.
Elvis moved his hips slowly at first, his eyes blown out once more as he awaited Scotty’s entrance inside of him. Scotty grabbed the same lube bottle that Elvis had, squeezing the cool substance on his hand before wrapping it around his cock, glistening it underneath the lamp that lay on the bedside. He rubbed the remaining of the lube on Elvis’s hole, taking a deep breath as he watched it pucker in front of him. It was beautiful, the best vision that he could have ever witnessed in his life. “Sweet Lord above, Elvis. You’re beautiful.” He whispered under his breath before he took his cock in his hand, pressing against the younger man as he pushed into you.
Elvis’ eyes widened as he felt Scotty press against him, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he showed a look of nervousness and fear of being entered. You took his face in your hands, staring deep into his eyes. “Look at me baby, you can move inside of me again once you’re comfortable. It’s alright.” You cooed to him, his eyes softening at your consolation. He nodded his head, relaxing under your touch as Scotty slowly pushed inside of Elvis, each inch of him filling him completely. Elvis groaned at the pain, tears appearing in the corner of his cerulean hues. You pulled him down to you, kissing away his tears as you whispered comforting words into his ear.
It took a while longer for Elvis than Scotty but Scotty was all right with it. He placed kisses to the younger man’s back, cooing from behind him until he was comfortable. Once Elvis let out a moan, Scotty was given the green light to continue. He thrusted slowly into the man, his hands caressing his back as he let out a moan of his own. Elvis continued as well inside of you, humming in your ear as he whimpered out obscenities and praises. Your fingers carted into his ear as your pussy clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth. “Fuck, Elvis. You feel so good, baby.” You whined as your toes curled into the sheets, eyes rolling into your head.
“Fuck, Scotty. Speed up.” He moaned out, tugging at your ear lobe between his teeth as Scotty began thrusting faster inside of him. Scotty moaned out curses as his hand gripped Elvis’ hips, jolting harder inside of him. He felt amazing sucking him in, hugging around him like they were embraced with one another. Skin slapping was the only sound heard, drowning out the moans and groans that were passing everyone’s lips as Scotty was taking all that he was given. You caressed Elvis’ cheek, smiling up at the man as he pounded into you, sweat dripping from where it pooled on his forehead onto you. His black hair flopped over his eyes as he gained pleasure from being filled and from filling you.
Elvis was so tight around Scotty that he wasn’t sure that he would be able to continue. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last, E.” He whimpered as his hips continued jackhammering into the man before him, his orgasm creeping upon him so quickly. “Fuck, I need you to fill me, Scotty. Fill me, baby.” Elvis whimpered as he could also feel his orgasm overcoming him. Scotty let out a wail of pleasure, his eyes rolling into his head as he came—covering Elvis’ walls with his juices. Elvis groaned at the sensation of Scotty cumming inside of him, pushing him to pound harder into you. You whimpered in ecstasy as you came hard, tugging at Elvis’ hair as he fucked you into oblivion.
Elvis was chasing his orgasm as Scotty continued pumping inside of him, his orgasm crashing over him moments later. Elvis howled in ecstasy as his body shivered on top of you, his hands holding your hips in a vice grip. You hummed as your eyes opened once more, watching your two men come down from their high. You caressed Elvis’ cheek before reaching out to grab Scotty, pulling him out of Elvis. Scotty moved over to you, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss, holding your face in between his hands. You moaned against his lips, still filled by Elvis who was watching the interaction between the both of you.
“Alright you two, I don’t wanna get hard again.” He teased, making Scotty pull away from you. You playfully glared at Elvis, pulling him down to kiss you, lips moving heatedly against his before you pulled away. “So, is this gonna be a new thing for the three of us?” You asked, feeling the emotion of rejection in the pit of your stomach. Your face turned into a smile when you noticed the both of them smirking before they nodded. “Good, I want both of you. And you can continue with whatever you two have going on.” You laughed before sitting up in the bed, Elvis sliding out of you. “We should get back to the party.” Scotty recommended, getting out of the bed before sliding his clothes back on.
Elvis followed suit, forgoing underwear as he always does. You lingered on the bed, deep in your thoughts as the two of them left you to your own devices before heading back to the party, you not missing the winks and smirks that they passed your way. You were a bit worried about how your relationship with the both of them would go after the heated night you just had. However, you knew that they would be there to guide you along the way. Society would have their opinions about the relationship that would come out from this, but you could care less. As you mindlessly got dressed and opened the door to Elvis’ room, you put a smile on your face at the new adventures that would happen as the tour picked up the following day. Screw society, these are your boys and that’s the way you wanted to keep it.
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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.
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HEY ! so umm...... can you do some scotty x elvis?🙇
like.. e teases scotty and acts like a brat and scotty resist the urge to fuck him until he can't take it and basically pounds e so hard and leaves him with shaky legs :b
I'm sorry- this may be crazy but I really love this two little fellas 😭
oh ABSOLUTELY, I am always down to write for these two (especially when it involves e being bratty <3)
surrender
word count: 1984 (i got carried away)
warnings: dub con (?), overstimulation, daddy kink, squirting, kinda littlespace, elvis being a brat but being baby at the same time
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something must have been in the air tonight with the way elvis was moving. he was all over the stage-- falling to his knees, groaning, panting, doing everything to make the crowd lose their goddamn mind.
the crowd and scotty. he would have given the boy the benefit of the doubt, but he saw it in the way elvis looked back at him everytime he would thrust his hips up in time with the music, or grind up against the mic stand-- that he was doing this to rile scotty up.
the older boy gave a huff and pointedly focused on playing the correct riff, and keeping up with the pace that elvis sang at. it wasn't until the next song began that he noticed elvis inching closer to him, singing breathily and giving him a lustful look through his lidded eyes. one of his hands left the mic stand, reaching out and letting his fingers graze against the flushed, slightly sweaty skin of scotty's jaw as he sang a rather charged lyric.
the crowd got a kick out of it. they saw it as elvis joking around, rather than flirting. scotty, however, saw the hunger in elvis's eyes as he uttered the line, and the quirk on his lips as he saw the indignant look on scotty's face. he spun back around and fell onto his knees once more, continuing to sing breathily to the buzzing crowd.
scotty did his best to keep his composure, but he must have been failing, because bill nudged his side and gave him a questioning look.
"you good?"
scotty gave a curt nod, setting his jaw as he watched elvis stand and grind his leg to the rhythm of the music. he continued playing the riff of the song, trying pointedly to ignore the feeling stirring in his pants.
elvis turned to make eye contact with scotty once more, giving a knowing look.
he was in for it after the show.
scotty sat backstage, a towel draped over his neck and a water bottle clutched loosely in his hand as he watched the door with baited breath. he knew elvis had to fight tooth and nail through the crowd of eager girls, but it seemed like it was taking longer than normal. maybe it was the anticipation of knowing what was going to happen the second he walked through that door that seemed to elongate time itself.
after what seemed like an eternity, a disheveled, sweaty, lipstick stained elvis stumbled through the door with the grace of a newborn calf, a half wry, half smug smile on his lips.
"christ, they're feisty tonight," he exhaled, leaning against the door and chuckling breathlessly. "i'm surprised y'made it out unscathed, scotty boy."
scotty made a noncommittal noise of agreement, staring at elvis with hooded eyes. his eyes were dark, sizzling with all kinds of twisted intentions as he watched the younger man shrug off his sweat stained shirt, tossing it to the floor carelessly.
"y'okay? you're awfully quiet."
"what was that, on the stage?" scotty asked suddenly, his eyes fixed on elvis intensely. "you were bein' all randy."
elvis didn't look up at scotty as he studied himself in the full body mirror off to the side, marveling at the lipstick staining his tanned skin. "i dunno what you're talkin' about." he murmured, his voice flat and blunt. "i was jus' puttin' on a show, like normal."
"bullshit." scotty mocked, suddenly on his feet as he spoke to elvis in a low, irked tone. "you were bein' extra horny tonight-- especially with that little stunt you pulled with grabbin' my jaw mid-show." he rumbled, jabbing an accusing finger at elvis. "you're up to somethin'."
"why scotty," elvis said, feigning bewilderment. "i was just trying to give the crowd a little laugh--" he said, putting a hand to his chest. "it's not my fault your mind is in the gutter."
that was it.
with a low grunt, scotty grabbed elvis's waist roughly, pinning him to the wall behind him. the younger man let out a little squeak as he made contact with the hard concrete, his eyes shooting wide open as he stared at scotty.
"you little-- you get off on this, don't you?" scotty accused, grabbing his jaw forcefully. "riling me up in front of the crowd, and then trying to blue-ball me when we get backstage?"
"i-i," elvis stammered, his face flushing a dark shade of red as scotty's hand trailed down to grip his throat instead, making any argument die off in a soft, choked noise.
scotty hardly ever let himself get rough with the younger man due to the fear of leaving bruises and having to answer questions about them the next day, but he couldn't find it in himself to care right now-- especially with the little whines elvis was making as he gently squeezed the sides of his neck.
"that's exactly what it is, isn't it? you like makin' people look at you? or you like feeling like you have the upper hand on me?" he hums, his voice now a low, demanding growl.
"s...scotty..." elvis whimpered, his eyes lidded and glassy as he looked up at him needily, his cheekbones highlighted with a beautiful light pink. "i-i--"
"turn around." scotty huffs, grabbing elvis's shoulder and spinning him around roughly, making the younger man stagger and press his hands against the wall, steadying himself as scotty practically ripped his pants off of him.
no matter how many times they did this, scotty never failed to be blown away by how beautiful elvis was. his skin, all tanned and glossy with a sheen of sweat, and the soft pink of his rim, which twitched under the attention from the other man.
"fuck, look at you. gorgeous," the older groaned, his thumb spreading the younger's entrance open as he felt his erection spring back to life in his pants. he prodded a finger at the boy's rim curiously, gasping in surprise and delight as he felt that his entrance was already pleasantly slick and loose.
"christ, you already--?"
"n-n-needed you," elvis stuttered out, his face flushed as scotty's finger sank inside of him with ease, thrusting a few times before pulling out.
"fuck me, you're something else."
scotty hurried to pull himself free of the confines of his clothes, his erection straining and twitching in anticipation as he let his pants and boxers fall to the ground. precum beaded at the tip of his cock, dripping down his shaft as he pressed his hips forward, letting his cockhead slide against the younger man's entrance.
"fuck, please--" elvis gasped, attempting to press his hips back, but ultimately being halted by scotty's rough grip on the soft skin of his waist. "please scotty, i need--"
"hush," the older muttered, rutting against elvis slowly and teasingly, before finally letting himself slip inside of the younger man with ease.
normally, he would give elvis time to adjust, as to not overwhelm him. despite the boy's eagerness, he was a quick shot-- and if scotty moved too fast he would cum all over himself.
he wanted to test the limits today. as elvis's back arched prettily, a long, needy moan escaping his lips-- he allowed himself to slam into the younger man without warning, earning a choked gasp in surprise.
"u-uhn-- scotty--!"
the boy's voice pitched up an octave, his breath hitching as scotty filled him so suddenly. his thighs trembled at the overwhelming sensation, tears coming to his eyes as the older man began to thrust sloppily.
"ah--! fuck, scotty, y'can't--" elvis gasped frantically, his nails trying and failing to dig into the wall in front of him. "i-i'm gonna-- ugh, fuck-- p-please," he begged, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to handle all of the raw sensation running through his body at once. "i-i'm-- cumming--"
elvis's cock began to twitch and spurt, his orgasm hitting him like a train as his breathing sped up, his muscles tensing and spasming as his spend landed on his chest and stomach, and even on the wall in front of him.
"already?" scotty teased, his thrusts slowing only slightly as elvis shuddered, his face flushed and shining with sweat. "look at you, all tired already,"
the boy didn't even have a chance to go limp and bask in that rosy, post orgasmic haze, because scotty wrapped a warm hand around his sensitive cock and began to jerking it rapidly, earning a noise that can only be described as a squeal from elvis.
"fuck! s-s-s-scotty, d-d-don't, i can't--" the younger gasped, his body coiled tight as scotty pumped his cock quickly, not letting his body come down from his previous high.
"c'mon, e." scotty grunted, pulling back elvis's foreskin and exposing his cockhead, which was now a dark pink, and cupping his hand around it. "you can take it-- you're a big boy aren't you?" he asked as he moved his wrist in a circular motion, grinding his palm against the overly sensitive head of elvis's cock.
"n-nnh, i--" elvis gasped, his voice faltering as it dissolved into frantic whimpers, his body beginning to tremble. "i-i-i--scotty--"
the boy's cock twitched again, but instead of cum, crystal clear liquid shot from the slit of his cock, making scotty watch in awe as elvis's body shook from exertion. the clear liquid landed on the floor with a pitter-patter sound, making scotty shudder as he pulled his hand away from elvis's cock.
elvis went limp, panting heavily as he finally came down from his high. scotty stared at the newly-made puddle on the floor in front of him, his mouth hanging open.
once elvis gained his ability to speak back, he shakily turned to look back at the older man with wide eyes.
"wh-wh...what was that...?" he asked, his voice raspy and breathless, yet somewhat small.
"i...think you squirted," scotty muttered, still buried deep inside of elvis. his cock was twitching in interest. "for uh, the lack of a better word."
elvis swallowed, his cheeks alight with shame as he pressed his thighs together, the slit of his cock still dripping with a mixture of cum and the clear fluid. "oh,"
scotty bit his lip, a little too excited by what he just saw. his cock twitched inside of elvis, making him curse under his breath and lift the younger man up.
"s-s-scotty--!"
scotty laid elvis down on the couch they had backstage, hoisting his leg over his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his ankle. elvis flushed an even darker shade of red at the gesture, squirming as scotty slowly pulled free from him before pressing back in.
"fuck, i love you," scotty grunted, his thrusts speeding up as elvis whimpered, completely spent from his two previous orgasms. "i love you, god, i fucking love you--"
"mnhh-- d-daddy--" elvis gasped before he could stop himself. "h-hurry, i-i-i-i can't-- can't hold it n-no more--" he whimpered, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and confusion as scotty continued to thrust.
"i'm almost there, baby," scotty purred, gripping onto him tightly. "fuck, just keep takin' me like a good boy, 'n i'll get you there baby,"
"daddy," the younger man sobbed again, gripping the couch cushions. "n-n-need to-- g-gonna p-pee,"
"oh god," scotty moaned, thrusting into elvis one final time, his cock pumping out ropes of cum into the younger boy, who had tensed up and began orgasming, his cock spurting against his stomach weakly. almost nothing came out.
scotty collapsed in an almost drunk heap on top of elvis, who still seemed out of it as scotty ran a hand through his damp hair. the boy was trembling and sweating, his chest heaving with labored breaths from his intense orgasms.
scotty pulled back and pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling softly.
"let's head to the hotel for a bath, huh?"
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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!
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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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These threesome stories with Elvis and Scotty are 😱🥵🤯💘💣💣
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Kinktober
>> hiii everyone! I decided to try out kinktober since I've never done it! basically, it's little blurbs based on daily prompts. you just choose a day and a character/person for me to write about. (x reader unless you request otherwise) I’ll likely write ahead of time since some days it will be impossible for me to write. but if I need some panic room, I’ll let everyone know! prompts can be for anyone from the Elvis fandom or even the Scream fandom. (I’ll specify what characters I write for in the tags)
prompt list below the cut!
day one. voyeurism with: Sub!Austin Butler (here)
day two. roleplay with: Austin Butler (here)
day three. mommy kink with: Austin!Elvis (here)
day four. orgasm control with: Elvis Presley (here)
day five. praise kink with: Steve Binder (here)
day six. degradation with: Elvis Presley/ Austin!Elvis (here)
day seven. bondage with: Elvis Presley (here)
day eight. shower sex with: Jerry Schilling (here)
day nine. breeding kink with: Austin Butler (here)
day ten. mutual masturbation with: Steve Binder (here)
day eleven. phone sex with: Elvis Presley (here)
day twelve. public play with: Elvis Presley/ Austin!Elvis (here)
day thirteen. knife kink or gun kink with: Austin!Elvis (here)
day fourteen. daddy kink with: Jerry Schilling
day fifteen. hate sex with: Billy Loomis
day sixteen. thigh riding with: Austin Butler
day seventeen. sex tape with: Elvis Presley
day eighteen. squirting with: Austin Butler
day nineteen. threesome with: Billy Loomis and Stu Macher
day twenty. cockwarming with: Austin Butler
day twenty-one. corruption kink with: Elvis Presley
day twenty-two. sex toys with: Sub!Austin Butler
day twenty-three. spanking with: Jerry Schilling
day twenty-four. edging with: Elvis Presley
day twenty-five. housewife kink with: Elvis Presley
day twenty-six. face sitting with: Steve Binder
day twenty-seven. dom/sub with: Dom!Olivia/Sub!Austin/ Reader
day twenty-eight. drunk sex with: Steve Binder
day twenty-nine. throat fucking with: Austin Butler
day thirty. dumbification with: Austin!Elvis
day thirty-one. blood play with: vampire!Austin!Elvis
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That’s The Way (Chapter 4)
Pairing: Jimmy Page x Reader
Word count: 5.7k
Warning(s): Jimmy and Y/N falling in love at first sight🥺, nsfw insinuations in the beginning but nothing bad, language
Author’s notes: It’s Jimmy time, mates! I’m so sorry for making you wait so long! Slow burns can suck like that sometimes. I hope you’re enjoying the plot so far, and that it wasn’t what you expected! There’s so much more drama to come, though, so I hope you’re excited for that😂 As usual, please enjoy, happy reading, and send us messages if you have theories, comments, music recommendations for the playlist, or if you want to be added to the tag list :)
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3
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Y/N’s train ride home from The Yardbirds’ hotel was a constant swirl of what the fucks booming in her mind: what the fuck just happened, what the fuck does this mean, what the fuck am I doing, what the fuck is Jim doing, what the fuck will this become?
Out of all the things on God’s good, green earth he could have wanted, he wanted her to kiss him. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Y/N thought when she initially heard the request. Then, when she questioned it, he escalated it to a blowjob since she thought a kiss was “too tame.” Y/N eventually did kiss Jim, as he wished. She was pretty sure that he still wanted her to kiss him after his little upgrade, and boy, was she right. ‘He called me a princess’, she remembered...what the hell was that supposed to mean?
As contradictory as it was, her mind was racing with so many thoughts, yet, at the same time, none at all. She was in overdrive, unable to think straight. Y/N forced herself to come to her senses as the train neared her stop, since her parents could not see the sheer bewilderment in her eyes and facial expression as she walked into her home. They would ask question after question, interrogating her as if she had committed a crime they had to get to the bottom of. She had to admit, reluctantly, that this was exciting. The star-studded aspect of it, the secrecy… It was a rollercoaster ride, yet Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to get off anytime soon. In the back of her mind, though, she knew this little dalliance wasn’t going to lead to anything serious.
Jim, however, currently sitting at the foot of his bed in an empty hotel room, was in a complete daze. He couldn’t comprehend that this was reality. The most beautiful girl in the whole world had just sucked him off, and then kissed him! She was completely obedient yet willing, and adorably shy, blushing every two seconds. But the kiss. It was dizzyingly soft, sweet, and passionate on her part. To Jim, this meeting of lips was perfect. Addictive. Devastatingly addictive, like a drug. He wanted more. Her lips were something else to taste and feel. He wondered if she would ever come back to him with intimate intentions. Perhaps even to spend the night, or something even more serious. By the way she so often smiled in a bright and enthusiastic way, Jim thought she just might. He had come to the conclusion, after continuously replaying what had happened just minutes ago in his head, that he was falling hopelessly in love with this girl. His Y/N.
Jim had never felt like this before.
And he didn’t know what to do about it.
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A few weeks later...
Y/N’s mum had sent her and her brother Charlie by train into London to go grocery shopping, and perhaps to visit Carnaby Street, Portobello Market, and the Oxfam charity shops to get some new clothes for themselves. Pushing the cart around the supermarket, Y/N and Charlie looked intently at the handwritten list their mum had given them.
“Alright, what do we need next?” Y/N asked, her head tilted to see the small piece of paper.
“Uh, we still have to get oatmeal, eggs, and some fruits and vegetables,” Charlie replied, mirroring Y/N’s position as he gazed down at the list in his hands, which was slowly being painted with black ink. They were making good time, all things considered.
“Let’s go to the produce section then, so we can get everything all in one go,” Y/N decided, starting to push the cart in that direction.
“Yeah, that makes sense.” Charlie’s nod served as confirmation, and the two walked on, gazes captured every-so-often by the gaggle of people passing by.
Once the two siblings reached their desired destination, Y/N began inspecting the clear clamshell containers of assorted berries as Charlie went to fetch a bag of broccoli florets and a variety of potatoes. As Y/N began placing the fruit in the cart, she heard a familiar voice calling her name.
She turned around to see a very domestic-looking Jeff Beck, pushing around a grocery cart, just like she was. It was odd to see him going about his life as though he was just an ordinary working-class man, especially being the revered guitar god he was. Y/N laughed at the sight as he came over towards her.
“Hi Jeff,” Y/N greeted, walking over to give him a hug.
“Hello darling,” he responded, tilting the girl back and forth in the hug, long arms cradling her against his chest. “How are you doing?”
Y/N looked at him with a small grin after pulling away. An exhale passes through pursed lips as she replies. “As well as I can be, I guess. How ‘bout you?”
“Can’t complain,” he smiled, which then turned a little more solemn. He reached out a hand to place on her upper arm in solace. “I’m still really sorry about Sam, love. I wish I could’ve told you, but he swore me to secrecy… and I don’t want to lose my job just yet.”
“Don’t worry about it, I completely understand. It’s not your fault.” Y/N’s chuckle chimed through the air, much like the birdsongs that seemed to fill the space around them, and she paused, “I’ve done quite a bit of soul-searching recently, and I don’t think I truly loved him...the situation was all so new and exciting, that it made me believe I did. But now, I realize I didn’t.”
“I’m glad you found the light at the end of the tunnel, kid. But that’s life, Y/N. You win some and you lose some.”
“Thank you, Jeff. Really. For being so supportive,” Y/N said in gratitude, as Jeff flashed her a toothy smile.
“Ah, don’t mention it...actually, it’s funny I ran into you because I was actually going to call you, but I… may have lost your number.” A sheepish hand ran through the short hair at the nape of his neck, and Y/N giggles at the man’s hesitancy.
“That’s okay. Here, I’ll write it down for you,” Y/N grinned as she took out a spare piece of paper and a pen from her bag, “what did you need to call me for?”
Jeff watched Y/N’s hands as she scribbled down her number. Her handwriting was neat, soft spirals decorating the ends of her letters. Playful, yet full of grace. Just like her, Jeff thought. “There’s a May Ball at Queen’s College in Oxford on the 18th, and I was wondering if you’d like to come. It’s outdoors, and it should be a nice day.”
As Y/N handed Jeff the piece of paper, he continued. “More importantly, a good friend of mine is attending, and I thought you would like to meet him. You two are pretty similar, so I think you’ll hit it off really well.”
“Do you mean that this meeting is supposed to be a sort of… romantic proposition?” Y/N tilted her head in playful confusion.
Jeff smirked. “Not necessarily. He’s friends with the rest of the guys, so it’s only fair that you meet him, since we consider you a part of our inner circle.”
Y/N grinned at his statement, shaking her head, a chuckle tumbling past her lips. “Well, for the record, Jeff, I’m retired from dating for a while,” she admitted, “the whole thing with Paul shook me up a bit, and I need time to trust again, y’know?”
“Yeah, I understand. But my friend is a nice bloke, so I don’t think you’ll have to worry too much, or put up a front. If you’re uncomfortable, of course we can—”
Charlie came running up to Y/N’s cart and placed the bags of broccoli and potatoes inside. He then stood next to Y/N to see this stranger that she was talking to. Jeff noticed the little boy who suddenly appeared next to Y/N, and smiled warmly. Pointing to the boy, and changing his voice to be a bit gentler than usual, he asked, “Who’s this, Y/N?”
“This is my little brother Charlie,” Y/N said, softly putting her hand on her brother’s back, bringing him to the forefront. Charlie widely smiled at Jeff, baring his childish grin that was missing a couple teeth. Charlie couldn't wait until they grew in, because it would “finally make him look like a real man”, as he exclaimed so often at home.
Jeff crouched down to Charlie’s level and stuck out his hand to shake Charlie’s. “Nice to meet ya, mate. I’m Jeff, a friend of your sister’s.”
Charlie’s eyes widened as he recognized who this man was. “Jeff Beck?” Charlie asked hopefully, “as in the guitar god, Jeff Beck?”
Jeff chuckled as he looked up at Y/N. “Is this the shit you’ve been feeding him?” Y/N nodded and laughed.
“There’s an ounce of truth in that statement, isn't there, Beck?”
“Yes, I’m Jeff Beck, but I’m just the lead guitarist for The Yardbirds. The guitar god title goes to Hendrix, or Scotty Moore,” Jeff explained. What a humble change of pace for Jeff, Y/N thought.
Jeff stood back up and walked with Y/N and her brother throughout the store, pushing their carts in sync and grabbing food as they went. He asked her about what she was up to musically, and she talked about how she was polishing up some Debussy and Rachmaninoff pieces, as well as fiddling around with some old Fats Domino and Everly Brothers records. Charlie and Jeff bonded over their love of cars, which made Y/N very happy.
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18th June 1966
The day of the May Ball came. Y/N was excited for the show, but she didn’t want a sour encounter with Paul to ruin her good time. Jeff had called her earlier in the week to give her instructions on what to do upon arrival, and how to access the backstage area safely.
The backstage area was a white tent with the sides covered. Inside, there were multiple long tables of different distinguished people, such as Mama Cass and Graham Nash. Alcohol and little finger foods littered the tables, served in such abundance that it seemed no one was going to see tomorrow.
Y/N walked over to where she saw her friends, and upon spotting the girl, they all waved and said their cheerful hellos. Y/N walked over to sit with them, and ended up taking a seat between Chris and Jeff, crossing her legs and folding her hands in a sophisticated manner, always the lady she was taught to be. She chose her seat at the table very carefully, sitting very far away from Paul Samwell-Smith.
As everyone chatted away, she noticed there was a tall, thin young man with short, dark wavy hair who sat down in a seat between Jeff and Keith, delicately holding a flute of champagne. He was looped back into the conversation immediately, as if he had known the band his whole life. When Y/N saw him, her heart stopped.
This new boy was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He looked like an English James Dean; with the kind of attractiveness that anyone, male or female, completely swooned over with a single glance. This stranger could get anything he wanted at the drop of a hat, with his gorgeous looks and his graceful countenance. He had a sullen, mysterious edge to him, but he also looked gentle and sweet at the same time. He had eyes as green as a forest full of lush deciduous trees, flawlessly framed by dark, bushy eyebrows and accented by long, thick eyelashes. His nose was adorable, petite as it was, and his lips were full and pouty. His smile and laugh made Y/N melt on the inside, his perfectly straight teeth illuminating his porcelain face.
For a moment, Y/N thought she was in love. She was pulled back from her daydream quickly, though, because Jeff realized that now was the perfect opportunity to introduce his two friends.
“Y/N, this is my friend Jimmy, who I was telling you about,” Jeff said, getting Y/N’s attention. Y/N grinned as she refocused on the situation.
Jimmy turned towards Jeff when he heard his name, and that’s when he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, sitting right next to Jeff. Lucky bastard.
His breath hitched in his throat upon sight of this girl. She was perfect; she looked like an actual angel. The way her hair, soft-looking and slightly wispy in the light summer wind, cascaded down her shoulders; her doe-eyes seemed to twinkle in the dimming light of day, pulling him in like the strongest of currents. Her pillowy, supple lips encased a perfect smile, slightly crooked. It was, like the rest of her, completely endearing.
It was then, looking at this beautiful woman, (Y/N… Jeff had said her name, hadn't he?) that Jimmy remembers he was taken. His girlfriend, Jackie DeShannon, was waiting for him at home, but he only had eyes for the girl in front of him, and it would stay that way, it seemed.. He had to get to know her.
Jimmy snapped out of his hypnosis in the nick of time. He softly smiled at Y/N, a smile that made Y/N’s insides lurch, holding out his hand for her to shake as he turned on the charm. “Jimmy Page,” he initiated, his voice being softer and more calming than Y/N expected.
Y/N shyly smiled at him, a dark pink flush gracing her natural complexion, as she reached out to grasp his hand. “Y/N Y/L/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you. Jeff has told me about you.”
“All good things, I hope,” Jimmy chuckled.
“Yeah, I’d say so,” Y/N beamed, a feigned contemplative look on her face.
“How do you know Jeff?” Jimmy asked, turning his body towards her, now fully invested in getting to know Y/N.
“I met him...a year ago I wanna say? Is that right, Jeff? At a Yardbirds gig at the Marquee,” Y/N asked for clarification. The last thing she wanted to do is lie about Jeff to Jimmy, even if it was something as insignificant as this. In addition, she wanted to use Jeff as a temporary crutch in the conversation. Jimmy’s beauty was making her feel shyer than she already was; she felt as if she was curling into herself.
“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Jeff intervened, “but she didn’t just meet me, she met the whole band.”
Jeff immediately noticed that the band was leaving the table to get ready to go on stage. Jimmy and Y/N didn’t even notice the table’s departure because they were so wrapped up in each other’s presence and words. Jimmy even moved a seat over to get closer to Y/N, although he said it was an attempt to “hear her better since the room was so loud of drunken buffoons”. Y/N had giggled at that, and it had sounded like music to the man’s ears. Jimmy was completely taken with her, as easy as it was to see.
“Wait, so how do you know Jeff?” Y/N asked curiously.
“I've known him since I was… gosh… thirteen or fourteen? We bonded over the guitar and blues. Indian music, too,” Jimmy grinned, taking a sip of his warming champagne.
“You play the guitar too?” Y/N gasped. Jimmy nodded his head enthusiastically.
“Oh jeez, I should’ve known! No wonder you’re tight with the Yardbirds,” she giggled.
Jimmy’s eyes twinkled at her now-flustered demeanor. “You’re okay, Y/N,” he chuckled, placing a hand gently on her forearm. Y/N felt her entire body break out into chills.
“I’m a session musician, actually,” he began, his hand lingering on the girl’s arm, for what seemed like a millennium to Y/N. “I’d hate to simplistically explain what a session musician is to someone like you if you already know what it is.” It sounded like he was holding back a bout of embarrassed laughter. “You must be quite intelligent, especially in matters of music, if Jeff has stuck by you for all this time.”
Y/N smiled bashfully. He’s so sensitive, she thought dreamily. “Yes, I know what a session musician is,” she giggled, “I’ve been a piano player all my life, so I know a thing or two about what you blokes are talking about when it comes to music.”
Jimmy’s heart began to thump a little faster as his smile widened. “Wow! That’s brilliant. Are you classically trained then?”
“Yes, but I do know quite a bit of blues numbers.”
“Oh, so you really know what you’re talking about! I have to admit, although I am a session musician, I’m not particularly good at reading music. Maybe you could teach me a few things about sight reading and we can jam some time?”
Y/N blushed as her lips pursed together in a grin. “I would love that. We’d have so much fun!” The way that Y/N’s full lips twisted together in a smile looked so damn kissable to Jimmy.
“My girlfriend was actually supposed to teach me music theory, but we never got around to it, unfortunately,” Jimmy continued.
“Ah, okay. Well, if you give me a time, date, and place, we can definitely make it work,” Y/N beamed.
“Wonderful!” An awkward, pregnant pause filled the space, and Y/N cleared her throat, unconsciously sliding closer to Jimmy. There was almost a magnetic pull to him, and Y/N was caught up in it.
“So, what’s it like being a session musician? I’m sure you get asked that all the time,” Y/N laughed.
Jimmy smiled. “It’s quite grueling, brutal at times, but I find it fulfilling. One mistake, and you’re fired, so it’s a lot of pressure.”
“Oh wow! That must be horrible to deal with.”
“Yeah, sometimes the pressure can really settle into you, but for me it dissipates once I’m in the booth. There’s three sessions a day, five days a week, so I don’t have much time for leisure. It’s been getting really dry lately since all I’m playing is rhythm guitar. I love experimentation and stretching out on lead guitar, so constant rhythm is getting quite annoying.”
“I understand where you’re coming from then, from a creative standpoint. How long have you been a session player?”
“Four years, roughly.”
“You must be quite dedicated then!” Y/N exclaimed, “who have you played with?”
“Oh gosh,” Jimmy exhaled deeply, calloused fingers raising to land on his chin. Slight stubble shadows it, and the sharp scent of aftershave wafted towards the girl. Lost in the scent, Y/N nearly missed his reply. “The Rolling Stones, The Kinks, Donovan, The Who, Petula Clark, Jackie DeShannon, Carter Lewis and the Southerners, Neil Christian and the Crusaders, Herman’s Hermits, Marianne Faithfull… just to name a few.”
“Wow! What a resumé!” she gushed, “That’s incredible. You should be so proud, Jimmy.”
“Thank you very much, love, I appreciate it.”
Suddenly, an announcer’s booming voice cut through Jimmy and Y/N’s conversation as he introduced the Yardbirds to the stage. As the five men walked on, Jimmy stood up from his chair.
“Come with me to the wings so we can see and hear them better,” he smiled, holding out his arm for Y/N to take. Y/N agreed, standing up and linking her arm with Jimmy’s as they walked in sync to the side of the stage.
The first few numbers were played perfectly, and it was clear that the audience (and even the road crew) were enchanted by the spectacle. Y/N knew from past shows that the next song would be “Train Kept A-Rollin’,” and she knew that they always knocked that one out of the park. It was always stimulating and explosive.
Jeff and Chris began the opening riff, the low E, G, and A notes thundering out of the monitors melodically. Just as Keith sang “got a train” on his cue, he fell straight backward and hit his head off Jim’s bass drum. Jimmy and Y/N’s jaws dropped in shock as a loud gasp echoed through the air from the audience. The music abruptly stopped as the rest of the band crowded around Keith’s fallen figure to see if he was alright. Murmurings of “fucking hells” were all that were spoken from the road crew as they tried to redeem the concert.
“He was drunk,” Jimmy whispered to Y/N giddily, “he was completely out to lunch and wobbling as he walked onstage.”
“I didn’t even notice,” Y/N replied quietly with a grin, “that definitely explains all the empty bottles and glasses on the table.”
Momentarily, Keith got back up and motioned for the band to restart “Train Kept A-Rollin’” and they finished the song without another mishap. The rest of the set was completed smoothly, and everything sounded sonically incredible. Jimmy and Y/N stood close together the entire time, Jimmy sneaking glances at Y/N from time to time. He lost his breath with the way her eyes were almost aglow in the fading light, and her soft-looking lips parted in childlike wonder as she watched the live music.
The Yardbirds came off the stage, begrudgingly making their way into the backstage tent, where Jimmy and Y/N had situated themselves. No one looked happy, especially Paul. Jeff had his usual stoic look, but he was rushing around for any alcoholic beverage he could find to ease his nerves after what could have been the worst possible scenario.
Everyone took a seat at the table where they were before the show. Jimmy and Y/N sat next to each other as they took in the distressed expressions of the five other men. Jeff was slumped in his chair, next to Jimmy, taking swigs of a beer he’d found. Jim and Chris just stared at the ground, drink in hand. Paul just looked royally pissed off, to the point that it almost scared Y/N. Keith, however, was still totally out of it in his drunken stupor.
“Hey, Jim,” Jeff said quietly to Jimmy, “look, you know, I’m really sorry about the gig. I’m sure you aren’t interested in joining the band now…”
“Oh no,” Jimmy chuckled, “that was amazing! Absolutely brilliant! I loved it.”
Y/N’s interest piqued as she heard their whispers of new information. “Wait! Jimmy’s joining the band? I thought there were only supposed to be five live Yardbirds,” she whispered.
Jeff leaned over Jimmy to whisper back to Y/N. “Oh yeah! I can’t believe I didn’t tell you this already. Paul is probably going to leave the group...and I think it might be sooner than we thought, especially after the whole Keith fiasco...Jimmy is going to take his place on bass, and hopefully he’ll take on dual lead guitar at some point. Then Chris will do bass,” Jeff’s eyes diverted to Paul, who was sitting with his arms crossed and face angry, staring off into space. Jimmy and Y/N followed Jeff’s line of sight mischievously.
“Oooh! Great plan,” Y/N smiled.
A little smirk creeped across Jeff’s face as he quietly counted down, “3...2...1…”
At the very prompt “1,” Paul abruptly stood up from his chair very loudly, capturing everyone’s attention.
“You know what? I’m done,” Paul exclaimed, stepping away from the chair as he pushed it in under the table.
“Woah, woah, woah!” Jim began, standing up from his own chair, “what do you mean ‘you’re done’? What the hell does that mean?”
Paul sneered at Jim. “What do you think I mean? I mean I’m done with this bullshit. I’ve had enough of the horrid travelling, not being noticed, and this drunk-off-his-ass bastard,” he exclaimed angrily, pointing at Keith.
“You need to relax, Sam,” Chris said gently, “look at everything we’ve accomplished over the last three years. You want to give that up? You’re losing your shit over one bad performance.”
“It’s been on my mind for a long time now, Chris. I fucking hate it,” Paul continued, anxiously running his hands through his hair, “and you know what? Y/N hanging around all the time has made it worse. She’s just here to be our fucking groupie. She’s only eating off our clout to be friends with famous people.” The entire table went silent, looking around nervously.
Y/N’s eyes widened at Paul’s awful accusation. “Are you serious?” she shot back coldly, “I knew you were an asshole, but I didn’t know it was this bad.”
“Oh what, you think I don’t recognize that that’s your motive?” Paul said condescendingly.
“If you think that being absolutely obsessed with you all is my sole hobby, my motive, whatever that means... you are sadly mistaken,” Y/N responded, her eyes closing to slits and her lips pressed together in disgust.
“You’re probably sleeping with Jim or Chris now for all I know!” he shouted, arms flailing in the air.
Y/N was fuming now, standing up from her own chair facing Paul. “How dare you make me seem like I’m a whore for the Yardbirds! Even if I was sleeping with Jim or Chris, that would be none of your business because you pursued me when you were fucking married, you dipshit.”
Paul’s maddening countenance grew. “You’re just an insecure little girl who needs famous musicians around her to validate her and make feel better about herself. You’re a fucking nuisance, like a gnat that just won’t fly away even when you swat at it again and again.”
Y/N gasped, the sound drowned out by the screech of metal against tile, as Jimmy stood up from his chair. He was distraught, upset at the antics between the two bitter exes, and stepped in front of Y/N to protect her from the horrible verbal blows served by Paul Samwell-Smith. Jeff beat him by a second, as he started to berate Sam for his little episode.
“You listen up, you wanker,” Jeff started, wagging his index finger in front of Sam’s face, “you’re just being a butthurt little bitch because Y/N found out that you were married. If anyone’s the whore here, it’s you. Y/N is our friend, even Jimmy’s now, and she takes care of us and makes us happy. She’s not just some whimsy, disposable groupie like the way you used her; she’s an intelligent, sweet, pretty girl who has our best interest at heart. And we have hers. You have to be a fucking idiot not to see that.”
Paul was taken aback. “I write, produce, and play bass for this group. All you do is play lead guitar. Trust me, Beck, I’m not the idiot here.”
“Well, your goddamn head isn’t screwed on straight, then,” Jimmy added, “I’ll be taking your place, thank you very much. And you will never mistreat Y/N on my watch. Ever. I’ve known her for about an hour, and she’s already absolutely magnificent.”
Y/N’s throat felt clenched, but some of the tension was relieved when she realized how protective Jimmy was being over her. As mad as she was, butterflies filled her stomach at his warm ways.
“I’m out of here! You all suck anyway. Have a nice trip to hell, all of you,” Paul said as he walked away to the road crew to get his belongings, flipping the people at the table off.
Y/N sat back down in her chair once Paul was out of sight, slouching and holding her cheeks with her hands as she blankly stared at the edge of the table. Jimmy and the four Yardbirds dragged their chairs closer to a saddened Y/N, who was determined to fight off the tears that threatened to roll down her fury-flush cheeks.
Jeff frowned at the state of his friend, starting to softly rub her cardigan-clothed back to console her. “I’m so sorry about Sam, Y/N. His behaviour was absolutely horrendous, and I can assure you, none of the things he said about you were even close to being true.”
Keith, still a bit drunk, stood up and walked over to Y/N, planting a peck on her cheek. “We’re so glad you’re here, dear. Truly. That belligerent little asshole can suck a fat one.”
A close-lipped smile found its way on Y/N’s lips. “Thanks Keith,” she chuckled.
“I’m going to go get you a cup of water, alright love?” Chris said as he stood up to walk over towards the bar.
“Thank you so much Chris,” she called after him. Chris flashed her a kind smile as he walked away.
I guess Mum and Dad were wrong...they really do care about me, Y/N thought happily, they really, truly do.
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After the May Ball was over, and the sky was growing darker with the coming evening, Jimmy and Y/N walked around the grounds of the venue together, talking about anything and everything and sharing laughs.
The lighthearted mood took a drastic shift at one of Jimmy’s followup questions.
“So, Y/N, if you don’t mind me asking, what was the whole row between you and Sam about?”
Y/N flashed a sad smile, but it quickly faded as she took a deep exhale. “Well—”
Panicked, Jimmy took this as a cue that she didn’t want to talk about it. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I get it because of how heated it was. I’m just worried about you, is all,” he interrupted.
“No, it’s okay. Really. I trust you,” she replied with a pursed lip-smile. Jimmy returned the sentiment, internally relieved that Y/N had already seemed to take a liking to him.
“Alright, so about a year or so ago, I went to a Yardbirds gig at the Crawdaddy Club, a few months after I met the band for the first time. Paul asked me out after that show, and nobody told me he was married, so naturally, I accepted.”
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, love. What a shitty thing to do, especially to someone as wonderful as you,” Jimmy replied with a little flush, giving the girl a little rub on the small of her back.
Heat rippled throughout Y/N’s body at his touch. Regaining her composure, she sighed. “Thank you Jimmy. That means a lot. More than you know, actually.”
After a short silence, Y/N continued. “We went out for about eight months...and in retrospect, it now makes sense why I could never go over to his place. But anyway, I found out about it before the band played on Ready, Steady, Go in February. Keith, Jeff, Jim, and I were all talking at the front of the stage before rehearsals and it slipped.”
“Who ended up telling you?”
“Jim, but it was purely an accident.” Suddenly, all of the events that had happened between her and Jim guiltily flooded her mind. Now with Jimmy beginning to infiltrate her mind and cloud her vision, how was she supposed to genuinely enjoy the secrecy? Ah shit, she thought, here we go again.
“After the show, I confronted him about it,” Y/N continued, “and he was blaming me for our time together, a-and for ‘tempting’ him into asking me out just by being… me?”
“He seems like a right wanker, I can tell you that for sure,” Jimmy muttered, sliding his hand from its resting place on her back, to her shoulder, squeezing it lightly in solidarity. Y/N met his eyes then, tears filling her gaze, and Jimmy frowns. No one as lovely as her should be feeling this way. He smiles at her, and to Y/N, it is filled with comfort and appreciation. Some emotion… something akin to love, perhaps, lit a fire in her chest, and she looks away. The evening ambience does nothing to hide the traitorous blush that painted her cheeks.
“It’s getting quite dark out, love. How did you get here?” Jimmy asked, stealing another glance at a girl as she looked down at her ballet flats once more.
“I took the train, actually,” Y/N replied.
“Oh, so did I! Here, I’ll walk with you over to the station then.”
Y/N grinned at him. “That’s so kind of you, Jimmy. Thank you.”
“No problem, love. What’s your stop?” Jimmy asked as they began to make their way over to the station.
“St. Alban’s. How about you?”
“Epsom. I still live with my parents, I’m afraid,” he chuckled sheepishly.
“Oh, it’s okay!” she laughed with him, “so do I. It’s nice though, to still live with your parents… home-cooked meals and laundry and all. Plus sleeping in your own bed, and using your own bathroom, of course.”
“Those are very good points,” Jimmy agreed with a chuckle.
The two boarded the train once they got to the station, only waiting on the platform for a few minutes. They continued to talk all the way to St. Albans, where Y/N got off to walk home.
“Say you’ll see me again sometime soon, Y/N,” Jimmy half-asked, half-declared as she stood up to get off the train.
Y/N grinned at him. “I definitely will, Jimmy. It was so nice meeting you tonight...I loved getting to know you.”
“The feeling is mutual, love. Please stay safe and take care of yourself, okay?” he reached out his hand to grab Y/N’s, shaking it a little and smiling at her. Y/N nearly swooned at the gesture.
“I’ll try my best. You do the same as well. Have a good night!”
“Thank you, you too!” Jimmy waved as Y/N walked out the train’s doors. Her scent, a delicious mixture of vanilla with a hint of laundry detergent, lingered in the air as she passed by, weakening him both physically and his rational judgment.
He had a lot of thinking to do on the ride home.
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Taglist: @blood-on-blood @reincarnated70sbaby
#that's the way#jimmy page#the yardbirds#led zeppelin#jimmy page fanfic#jimmy page fanfiction#led zeppelin fanfic#classic rock fanfic
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1,500 Followers Challenge!
The Title/Trope Challenge!
Again, thank you all for all your support! You are all amazing and I truly cannot thank you enough for helping me get this far. It’s certainly a milestone that I never thought I’d see.
Straight to the challenge!
Basic rules apply ~ there are 30 songs and 30 quotes posted below, pick one from your fandom with your character. This will be open for a while as 2 requests per song/quote. The only rule is here is, is that the requests cannot be from the same fandom. I will try and keep the lists as updated as I can to try and avoid cross overs!
The extra - This time around, send me either a title and/or a trope to base to the fic on. They can be as weird and wonderful as you want, or something simple. In your ask, just specify which you are sending me and I’ll do the rest from there!
Recap:
Send me an ask with your request
Include your fandom and character
Choose a song and quote
Give me a title and/or a trope to base the fic on!
In saying that, please remember that this is all just a bit of fun, I’m sure you can have a laugh at some of the quotes below (based off of some of my favourite movies). Please send all requests through asks, it’s easier for me to keep track of, and let me know of any questions! It is, of course, okay to request more than once!
For now, there is no closing date, we will just keep going until all the requests are full! Requests will be closing 1st May.
Further info below the cut.
Songs
Evermore ~ Dan Stevens (Beauty and the Beast) - Lord of the Rings
Protector ~ City Wolf - Supernatural and The Hobbit
I See the Light ~ Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi (Tangled) - Lord of the Rings
I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) ~ Meat Loaf - Marvel and Supernatural
Bloodshot ~ Sam Tinnesz
Let’s Hear It For The Boy ~ Deniece Williams
All Eyes On You ~ Smash Into Pieces
Feel Invincible ~ Skillet
Natural ~ Imagine Dragons - Lord of the Rings
Wrong Side Of Heaven ~ Five Finger Death Punch
Shatter Me ~ Lindsey Stirling Ft. Lzzy Hale - Supernatural
Feeling Good ~ Nina Simone - The Hobbit and Marvel
Somebody To Love ~ Queen - The Hobbit and The Witcher
Hurricane ~ Thirty Seconds to Mars
You Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi - The Hobbit
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun ~ Cyndi Lauper - Supernatural
Total Eclipse of the Heart ~ Bonnie Tyler - The Hobbit
Don’t You (Forget About Me) ~ Simple Minds
Hell Ain’t a Bad Place to Be ~ AC/DC
Love Is A War ~ Jeremy Renner
A Reason to Fight ~ Disturbed - The Witcher
True Love ~ P!nk ft. Lily Allen - Marvel and Supernatural
Poison ~ Alice Cooper
Sucker for Pain ~ Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons w/ Logic & Ty Dolla $ign ft X Ambassadors (Suicide Squad)
Hello Hello ~ Elton John ft. Lady Gaga (Gnomeo and Juliet) - Lord of the Rings and Supernatural
I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) ~ The Proclaimers - Marvel and Lord of the Rings
I Will Always Love You ~ Whitney Houston (The Bodyguard) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings
When You Wish Upon A Star ~ Cliff Edwards (Pinocchio) - The Hobbit
Raise Hell ~ Dorothy
Leave Me Lonely ~ Imelda May
Quotes
I mean, those people aren't exactly our regular customers. (Legion)
I would not have shown you such mercy. (Legion) - Lord of the Rings
When you hesitate, people die. (Doom)
Yeah, I was thinking about it. (Doom)
Will you please get this child off my leg? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks) - Supernatural
Do you poison the dragon or just the liver? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks)
I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering. (The Music Man) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings
A man can't turn tail and run just because a little personal risk is involved. (The Music Man) - Marvel
You idiots! You fools! You imbeciles! (101 Dalmatians) - Supernatural
It was a beautiful spring day. Tedious time of the year for bachelors. (101 Dalmatians) - Marvel
I think I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this problem until it swims up and bites you in the ass. (Jaws) - Lord of the Rings
Smile you son of a bitch! (Jaws)
You never have control, that’s the illusion! (Jurassic Park) - The Hobbit
Boy, do I hate being right all the time. (Jurassic Park) - The Witcher
The suspense is terrible. I hope it'll last. (Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory) - Lord of the Rings
So shines a good deed in a weary world. (Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory)
That was naughty. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) - The Hobbit and Supernatural
You broke my heart once. This time you missed. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)
You know, he looks heroic and he walks fast, but he’s kind of got a negative attitude. (The Meg) - The Lord of the Rings
Yeah, well, I’m not crazy, I’ve just seen things no one else has. (The Meg) - Marvel
Eight years is a long time. Can I make you a cup of tea? (Godzilla) - Marvel
As far as he's concerned, you're just a pair of breasts that talk. (Godzilla) - The Hobbit
Afraid? You don't know what afraid is. You will not last five minutes without me. (Jumanji) - The Hobbit
Oh, okay, honey. Well, that would be cheating. (Jumanji) - The Hobbit
Carrots? Why is it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots! (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural
I know what you seek, and you will not find it here. (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural and The Witcher
No. I can't do that, and if you were in my position, you'd do the same. (Alien)
When I give an order I expect to be obeyed. (Alien)
I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier. (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings
Well, I say we get drunk, because I'm all out of ideas. (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit
Characters I will write for:
The Hobbit – Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Bofur, Nori, Gloin (friends only), Frerin, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Bilbo, Lindir, Beorn
The Lord of the Rings – Aragorn, Boromir, Eomer, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Elrond, Haldir
Supernatural – Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel, Lucifer, Benny, Balthazar, Chuck, Garth, Mick, Gadreel, Charlie, Bobby
Marvel – Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Thor, Peter Quill, Logan, Stephen Strange, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson, Heimdall
Dragon Age – Alistair, Anders, Cullen, Morrigan, Zevran, Leliana, Fenris, Sebastian, Iron Bull, Dorian, Cassandra, Blackwall, Varric
Harry Potter – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Neville, Remus, Sirius, Fred, George
Star Trek (Newer Films) – Kirk, Spock, Bones, Scotty
The Witcher (TV Series) – Geralt, Yennefer, Jaskier
Of course, this list isn’t a final thing, if you feel I could write a character, please just send me a message and I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable with it or not.
Please of course note that all drabble requests are reader insert. I will not do character pairings, but I will change to first/third person if you prefer reading that way. Y/N will be the standard name though and remain that way.
For any Dragon Age requests, if you wish to appear as a certain race, please let me know.
#1500 followers challenge#the lord of the rings#the hobbit#supernatural#marvel#dragon age#harry potter#the witcher#star trek
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Birthday Shenanigans with Scotty & Elvis (Ménage A Trois Headcanon)
Warnings: Fluffy birthday fun, football games, birthday shenanigans between Scotty, Elvis, and the reader.
A/N: A little something for my babies who love my ménage a trois storyline in celebration of Elvis’ birthday!
masterlist.
“Happy Birthday, Elvis!”
The day was beautiful as always, Memphis was a little cold but the warmth of Graceland warmed your heart.
Scotty and Elvis were off doing God knows what, while you were in the kitchen with his favorite cook, Mary.
The days prior, you and Scotty had planned a special day for Elvis so Scotty would keep Elvis occupied while you got everything together.
Minnie Mae had told you before that his favorite cake was the pineapple and pecan cake that she would make for him whenever he came to visit.
She sat with you, going through the recipe, making sure that you had time to run to the store to get the ingredients.
Elvis didn’t notice, but he did notice how secretive you were being about his birthday.
“Sugar, you have something to tell me or ya gonna keep secrets?”
You could only laugh, telling him that it would all be worth it once his birthday came around.
You met Mary and Minnie Mae in the kitchen early in the morning, even before Elvis and Scotty rose from their slumber.
With an apron around your waist, you mixed up the cake mix, being careful not to overmix too much.
“Dodger, I’m gonna need your help. I’m not much of a baker, as you can see.”
“Honey, you’re doing mighty fine for your first time making a cake. Just follow your heart, Elvis will love anything that you do.”
You would get icing on your nose as you waited for the cake to cool, mixing the icing with the crushed pineapples.
Once the cake has cooled, you spread the icing that was made.
You weren’t scant with the pecans either, placing them neatly across the top before placing it on the dining room table.
Mary even taught you how to make his favorite dishes, the bond between you and the two ladies becoming stronger that day.
Tons of balloons!
You blew up so many balloons that you didn’t want to see any balloons ever again.
You couldn’t forget the streamers as you stood up on the chair, taping them down on the ceiling along with balloons.
Once his dishes were done, you placed it on the table surrounding his cake.
You would curse yourself as you realized that you weren’t dressed properly, covered in cake flour and icing.
You took the time to slip away from the chaos that was becoming Graceland, cleaning yourself up and putting on a nice dress.
You didn’t go over the top with the makeup, making sure that you looked presentable for both of your boys, mainly Elvis.
You still had plenty of time before Scotty and Elvis returned with the mafia and their wives, so you made sure that the finishing touches were perfect while you waited.
Elvis and Scotty appeared much later, laughing about the day that they had.
Scotty kissed your forehead, spinning you around to get a good look at you.
“You look beautiful, little girl. I hope you’d dress up for me on my birthday this year.”
“Play your cards right, Scotty and I will.”
Cheers erupted as everyone piled into the dining room, Elvis was blown away by the sight of the pile of food and cake.
“Sugar, was this the reason you were so closelipped? You were planning all of this?”
You could only nod, a smile gracing your face as he pulled you into a hug.
The only words that he could say was thank you, so overcome with emotion that you cared so much to plan such a thing for him.
“Alright everybody! Let’s dig in!”
You looked around the room at everyone who loved Elvis and he loved them right back, glad that everyone could make it to celebrate him.
You had settled for two of his favorite meals.
Chicken fried steak and gravy and meatloaf with his favorite “bacon” on the top.
He hummed happily like a king, giving compliments left and right.
Minnie Mae would tell him that it was all your idea, her and Mary were only the helpers.
“I couldn’t do it without you and Mary, it wouldn’t be done if you two hadn’t helped me.”
“Either way, sugar. Thank ya for all of this.”
You patted Elvis’ hand, scraping up the potatoes on your spoon before plopping it in your mouth.
Next was the cake!
You could tell that Elvis was excited, his legs bouncing underneath the table.
Everyone joined in with you to sing the tune of Happy Birthday, you sneaking behind him to put a crown on his head.
He roared with laughter, tilting his head up to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eye.
You kissed his nose, patting his shoulder as Mary carried in plates before handing them to you.
You cut the biggest piece for Elvis, placing it in front of him before distributing the other slices to everyone else.
Scotty leaned in, dipping his finger into his piece, putting a bit on Elvis’ nose before laughing.
Elvis dug his finger into his own cake, smearing the cake on Scotty’s face as everyone laughed.
“Sugar, come here! Come here!”
You gasped out in surprise, backing away before bumping into the wall.
Needless to say, you had cake on your face by the end of it.
Once you were cleaned off, you enjoyed the cake, getting compliments from everyone about it.
“My sugar spoils me, she can cook and bake too!”
“Don’t give her a big head, E.P.”
You glared playfully at Scotty before kissing Elvis on the top of his head.
Elvis enjoyed the cake so much that he nearly destroyed the entire thing by himself.
Once the cake was finished, you went to help Mary with collecting all of the dishes and the rest of the cake.
“You go on and enjoy the party, baby. I’ll clean up.”
You kissed Mary on the cheek, grabbing the present that you had gotten for Elvis before leaving the kitchen.
Minnie Mae wrapped her arm around your shoulder, leaning into your ear.
“You’re good for him, Y/N. You keep him well-fed and well behaved.”
“He keeps me happy, Dodger. It’s only right that I do the same.”
She disappeared then, probably going to help Mary with cleaning up.
You entered the music room where everyone was sitting, laughing at a story that Scotty was telling about Elvis.
You sat next to Elvis, passing him the present that you had for him.
He opened it like a kid in a candy store, smiling widely as he looked inside of the box.
You weren’t sure of what you could give him, he already had everything that he could ever want.
The gift was a monogrammed scarf with his initials.
“Thank you, sugar! I love it.”
He wrapped the scarf around his neck, the initials sitting perfect on his chest.
He pulled you into a hug, kissing your lips softly before placing his hand into yours.
Scotty sat beside you, placing his hand on your thigh.
You were happy at that moment, sitting between the two men who meant the world to you.
You mindlessly played with your necklace that Elvis had made for you, watching as your boys interacted with the mafia.
Later on that day, Elvis suggested that they play a game of football in the yard.
Mary passed you the tray of lemonade and little pieces of pie that she had made while everyone was in the other room.
You walked outside, watching Elvis run across the yard with the football in his hands.
He was truly happy and that’s all that you needed to see as you placed the tray down on the table.
Scotty was sitting down at the table as his eyes watched the game intensely.
“You’re not playing?”
“Nope, Elvis wanted to show me how good he is so I decided to watch.”
You sat down next to Scotty, putting your hand on top of his as the two of you watched Elvis trash talk the guys as the game went on.
The boys grew tired as the sun started to set.
They all followed Elvis as he walked over to the table where you and Scotty were, grabbing a glass of lemonade from the tray.
“You just keep surprising me, lil mama. I knew I made the right choice asking you to move in here with me and Scotty Boy.”
You blushed, turning away from him before handing him a plate of pie.
“To keep you as happy as you make me, I’ll do anything.”
As the pie was eaten and the lemonade was long gone, you took the tray back inside.
This time you helped Mary with the dishes, giving the boys time to be alone.
Shortly after, the mafia and their wives left Graceland and Mary returned to her room.
It was only you, Scotty, and Elvis at that point.
The three of you spent the rest of his birthday enjoying each other but mostly enjoying another day that Elvis was in your life.
Taglist: @lindszeppelin @aconflagrationofmyown @samfangirls @cryingabtab @austinbutler-91 @flwrs4aust @ep-supremacy @mad-over-elvis @lovininapinkcadillac @loving-elvis @plasticfantasticl0ver @polksalademma @stitchattacks @rosaminny @flowersofcement @austinsmutler @infatuatedharleys @oh-my-front-door @oh-kurva @rainydayz101 @steph-speaks @thatbanditqueen @babylovepresley @missmaywemeetagain @woundmetender @elvisabutler @luluthesandgoose @ophelia-writes-stuff @wonka-gifs @elvis-lil-sugarpie @burninlovebutler @troubleinapinksuit @rosecoloreddesire @literally-just-elvis-fics
#elvis presley#elvis 2022#scotty moore x reader#elvis presley x reader#happy birthday elvis#throple!elvis#throple!scotty#daisy writes
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Such A Night
This story is 18+. Minors DNI.
summary: Elvis loses his virginity to his guitarist, Scotty.
word count: 1184
warnings: Virginity kink, loss of virginity, anal fingering, sub!elvis, elvis being whiny and needy, overstimulation
notes: i posted this on ao3 a while ago, and i wanted to post it here to jump on the scotty train 🙏🏾. i plan to write more e/scotty so stay tuned for that 🫶🏽
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“you look so good, buttercup.”
elvis squirmed below him, his cheeks pink as scotty’s fingers explored him inside, stretching him out gently. up until now, they had only done grinding, oral, handjobs…not actual sex. elvis was nervous about it– and scotty didn't want to pressure him into it. it wasn't until today that elvis was willing to try.
elvis was beautiful already. scotty thought he was the most gorgeous thing ever when he was sitting doing absolutely nothing. and now for him to be laying here, whimpering and writhing under him as he fingered him, touching new areas he had never even explored was dizzying.
he was practically ruining elvis. before scotty, elvis had bought girls to his room, sure, but he was always in charge then. he thought he had lost his virginity, but here scotty was, taking it in a whole new way he didn't even know about.
“scotty–” the boy whined, his face pressed into the bedsheets needily as scotty curled his fingers into the soft spot inside of elvis that drove him wild, making his cock leak against the soft skin of his stomach. “please– ‘m gonna cum,”
“you’d be so pretty if you came like this,” scotty exhaled, thrusting his fingers in, massaging at the boy’s sensitive walls. “so pretty, cumming just from my fingers,”
elvis sobbed loudly, his flush spreading down his chest as he pressed his hips back, looking up at scotty with pure black eyes. his hair was a mess, stuck to his forehead with sweat– and his body was practically vibrating beneath scotty.
“w-wanna cum on your dick,” he whined, cock twitching helplessly against his stomach as he gasped, throwing his head back. “please, scotty–”
scotty almost growled as he yanked his fingers out; replacing his digits with the blunt tip of his cock. elvis tensed up, his hands gripping the bedsheets as scotty gently pressed against him.
the older man leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the boy’s jaw, moving to lace their fingers together as he slowly began to press forward into his tight heat. they both gasped, arching against each other as the tip of scotty’s cock finally sank into elvis’s tight heat.
the boy was shaking beneath him, his legs weakly wrapped around scotty’s waist as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. he was making the most pathetic noises, tears gathering in his eyelashes as scotty sank deeper and deeper into him.
“breathe for me,” scotty muttered gently, squeezing elvis’s hand as he gently pressed forward a bit, allowing himself to sink even deeper in. the boy sobbed again, his breath shaky as he tried to settle himself. scotty pressed a kiss to his cheek, panting softly as he gently pressed deeper. “good. so good for me.”
it wasn't long before scotty was fully seated inside of the boy, his cock filling him to his deepest parts. elvis was shaking, tears in his eyes as he lay there, trying to just feel scotty and adjust to him.
the older man smiled softly, leaning down and kissing way his tears.
“you're doing so good, baby. taking me so good–”
scotty choked on his words as elvis suddenly rolled his hips, experimenting with the feeling. the boy let out a broken moan, feeling scotty move within him making his head spin. scotty reached down and gripped the boy's hips, looking up at him questioningly.
“f-fuck– you sure–?” scotty gasps, pulling him close. “i can move?”
“mhm,” elvis whines, rolling his hips needily and panting softly, looking into the older man’s eyes. scotty pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, pulling out of the boy until only his tip was left, before pressing back in.
elvis whimpered sweetly, his back arching up as scotty filled him once more, stretching him to his limits. elvis weakly began to roll against him, his breath catching at the sensation of friction against his virgin walls. his body was shuddering, his eyelashes wet with tears. his cock was leaking precum in a steady stream against his stomach, warm and sticky as scotty’s thrusts took on a slow rhythm.
“you're doing good,” scotty breathes, lowly, squeezing the boy’s hip gently. “doing so good taking me, baby,”
elvis whimpered, softly, his hands squeezing scotty’s as he pressed back, trying to aid the pleasure somehow. he was a mess, sweating and trembling under the other man as he fucked into him slowly. he wanted to beg for more– but he didn't even know if he could manage to speak right now.
scotty pulled out of him once more, and thrust in at an angle.
“a-ah–!”
elvis cried out and arched up suddenly, cumming hard all over his chest and stomach. scotty watched in awe as thick white ropes covered his skin as he pathetically trembled below him, the shock of his orgasm rocking him.
“f-fuck–” scotty swore, moving to pull out, not wanting to overwhelm the boy, but he was stopped as elvis weakly wrapped his legs around his waist once more.
“n-nh–” he gasps, his voice weak and breathy. “d-don’ st-stop, please—”
“okay doll,” scotty exhaled, shifting slightly and pressing back in. “okay. ‘m sorry.”
scotty continued to thrust, the boy shivering and trembling underneath him as he hit that same sweet spot with easy consistency.
elvis was an absolute mess beneath him, whining and moaning loudly as scotty attacked the tender spot inside of him, making his body convulse with each thrust.
“s-scotty…scotty, scotty–”
the boy was chanting his name like it was the only word he knew how to say, his cock leaking a steady stream of cum and precum, making a mess of the sheets and his skin. scotty ran his fingers through the mess, gently urging his fingers into elvis’s mouth. the younger man accepted his fingers instantly, suckling weakly and whining shamelessly as he tasted himself on his tongue.
scotty was getting close. he felt himself twitching deep inside of elvis’s tight heat, the sensation rising in his stomach.
“i’m close,” scotty gasped, his face flushed as he sped up his thrusts. “where’dya want it–?”
“inside,” elvis answered almost immediately, his voice whiny and broken from overstimulation as scotty sped up, thrusts becoming sloppy. “i-inside, please–”
elvis’s begging sent scotty over the edge. he slammed deep inside of him, cumming hard inside of the younger man and filling him with his release. elvis moaned lowly, his own cock twitching and spraying white ropes over his stomach once more.
scotty collapsed on the other man, panting heavily and groaning tiredly as his cock softened inside of him. elvis’s head fell back, his face almost flushed scarlet as he tried to catch his breath.
“god,” scotty groaned, sitting up and looking into elvis’s eyes. “you're gonna kill me one day.”
elvis smirked tiredly, his face still red and tear stained as he looked up at scotty. “hopefully no time soon,” he purred, leaning up and pressing his face into the older man's neck.
scotty sighed lovingly, his hand traveling to elvis’s damp hair. “mm…definitely not.” he chuckles. “let's go cleaned up.”
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happier (the unhappy ending)
Bill and Scotty’s breakup has rattled the dynamic of the Blue Moon Boys, and it’s made all the worse with the introduction of you, Scotty’s new girlfriend. This story can go one of two ways… take your pick!
the happy ending the unhappy ending (you are here!)
a/n: I wanted to write something loosely based on ‘happier’ by olivia rodrigo, and my dear @austin-butlers-gf gave me the idea to do a Bill/Scotty fic! I had an absolute blast writing this, even if it did make me cry at parts lol. Hugest of shoutouts to my loves from The HuddleTM (@sassy-ahsoka-tano, @mpmarypoppins, @dontbesussis, @austin-butlers-gf) for their support on this one! I love y'all <3
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: a couple swear words, allusions to homophobia, angst, 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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The air in the studio is thick with tension. It has been for about a month. A long, painful month. And Bill knows that it’ll likely be a while before things go back to normal.
Whatever normal is now anyway, he thinks, shooting a bitter glance over to his boyfriend ex-boyfriend Scotty as Sam calls for an end to the day’s recording session.
“Scotty, when do we get to meet this girl of yours?” Elvis teases as they pack up.
There’s a moment of awkward silence. Bill can feel Scotty’s eyes on him as he keeps his attention firmly on packing up his bass, and he can sense Elvis’s teasing mood fading slightly as he glances nervously between them.
“Well,” Scotty begins hesitantly, turning his attention quickly back to Elvis, “She’s been askin’ to come to a recording session, so I might bring her along to the next one if that’s alright with y’all.”
Elvis brightens, and begins chattering excitedly about how he was planning to bring Dixie along to their next session and their girls could spend some time together. Bill tunes most of it out, ears still ringing from the revelation that Scotty’s officially moved on.
He absentmindedly says goodbye to Sam and Marion and his bandmates — purposefully avoiding Scotty’s eye — lost in thought as he drives back home. His mind drifts back to a month ago, shortly after the disastrous Russwood Park performance.
•••
“You alright, sweetheart?” Bill asks, sitting down gently on the couch next to his boyfriend. “What did you wanna talk about?”
Scotty had been… different, after the fiasco that had been Russwood Park. Quieter, more… distant, almost, and he had phoned Bill earlier that night insisting that he needed to come over, that he needed to talk to him about something.
Scotty looks away, almost flinching at the pet name. It sends a pang through Bill’s heart, Scotty’s reaction being so unlike his usual soft smile and blush.
“I’ve been thinking,” Scotty begins quietly, keeping his eyes trained firmly on the carpet. His voice falters, but he whips his hand out of reach as Bill tries to grasp it. Bill’s concern grows, seeing how Scotty continues to refuse any comfort from him.
“I’ve been thinking,” he says again, his voice slightly firmer but still quiet, “about how everyone’s been reacting to Elvis. The… the politicians and policemen and all them, I mean.”
Bill can only nod for him to continue, wondering where Scotty’s going with this.
“And I just… seein’ what happened at Russwood Park, seein’ how everyone got so out of hand just because of him dancin’ different, it made me realize…”
He pauses with a nervous swallow, and Bill’s heart sinks as he prays he’s wrong about where this is going.
Scotty turns to face Bill for the first time since he started to speak, and Bill’s heart shatters at the tears welling up in his eyes.
“We’re never gonna be safe here,” Scotty whispers, his voice breaking. “We’re always gonna be looking over our shoulders, always wondering if anyone’s watching us when we’re together and I don’t—” His voice cuts off with a sob and tears finally spill over onto his cheeks as he continues, “I don’t want that for us.”
Bill opens his mouth to protest — he can’t believe Scotty’s saying this, they said they’d stay together through anything, no matter what the world threw at them — but Scotty cuts him off.
“I don’t want that for you. You deserve to find a nice girl, have a family, not… not living in fear with me. You deserve better, you deserve more.”
He stands up, every inch of him exuding a painful finality. Tears well up in Bill’s eyes and every part of him goes numb. He can’t even find the strength to protest, to tell Scotty that he doesn’t want better, he doesn’t want more — doesn’t Scotty understand that he’s already so much more than Bill deserves, that he is Bill’s whole world? — as it hits him that this is it, this is the end.
Scotty approaches him, cupping his face and gently wiping away his tears with his thumb as he presses one final kiss to Bill’s forehead. A final whispered “I love you,” lips brushing tenderly against his skin, is the last thing Bill hears before Scotty is gone and Bill is left alone with tear-stained cheeks and a shattered heart.
•••
Bill jolts back to reality as he pulls into his driveway, tears rolling down his cheeks.
As he enters his dark and empty house, he can’t help but wonder: How did Scotty manage to move on so quickly when Bill was still trying to piece his heart back together?
•••
Despite how much he tried to mentally steel himself, nothing could have truly prepared Bill for the sight of Scotty with his arm comfortably slung around your shoulders, as if you’d been with him forever.
All eyes turn to him as he enters the studio lugging his bass. A nervous smile spreads across Scotty’s face, a stark contrast to the genuine grin spreading across yours. You step over and, to his surprise, throw your arms around him, pulling him into a stiff hug.
“You must be Bill! Scotty’s told me so much about you!” You say happily.
“Yeah,” he replies, releasing one arm from his bass to gingerly wrap it around you in return, “It’s, uh, nice to meet you.” He meets Scotty’s eyes over your head, and says with a slightly bitter chuckle, “I wish I could say Scotty’s told me all about you, but I’m afraid not.”
He pretends not to see the hurt in Scotty’s eyes at his words as you release him and turn to tease Scotty.
“What, I’m not a good enough conversation topic for your friends?”
“Not at all, sweetheart,” Scotty chuckles, once again wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “We’ve been busy, is all, and it just… never really came up.” Scotty’s eyes flick up to meet Bill’s for a split second before returning to you.
“Well since Scotty’s neglected to, I guess I’ll have to make my own introduction,” you announce teasingly. “I’m Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” you say with a bright, genuine smile.
A chorus of “nice to meet you”s rise from the assembled crowd of Elvis, Dixie, DJ, Sam, Marion, and Bill, and the small talk continues for several minutes before Sam corrals everyone to “actually get some work done,” escorting Dixie and Y/N to the control room.
“She seems nice,” Elvis grins, “Well done, Scotty.”
A tender smile grows on Scotty’s face as he accepts the praise of his girl, and Bill quickly looks away before he’s overwhelmed by the memories of when Scotty used to smile at him like that.
The worst part is, he thinks as they begin the session, you really did seem nice. All sparkling eyes and sincere, warm smiles. Hell, you had gone in for a hug before a formal introduction simply on the basis that he was Scotty’s close friend! He wants to find something to dislike about you, some reason to justify the intense ill will he feels towards you, but there’s nothing. From what he could see as the session went on, you were genuinely interested in Scotty’s profession, and you were immeasurably kind to Dixie and the rest of the band. As much as he hates to admit it to himself, you're a good match for Scotty.
Not as good as you, a voice hisses in the back of his head as the session wraps, and he shakes his head as if he could shoo it away like a fly. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that Scotty was happy, just…
Bill allows himself a brief second of selfishness to finish the thought — maybe not quite as happy as he could have been with me — before being jolted out of his thoughts as Scotty tentatively approaches him.
A quick glance around tells him they’re the only two left in the recording room, everyone else busy in the other room chatting happily with Y/N.
“Hi,” Bill says stiffly.
“Hi.”
There’s a moment of awkward silence where they each wait for the other to speak before Scotty continues.
“I’m sorry, I— I didn’t want this to be an awkward thing, but I didn’t know how to introduce her to y’all, and—”
Bill cuts him off. “Does she know about…?” He gestures between the two of them.
Scotty nods, saying softly, “She does. I told it would be best if she didn’t mention it, but she… she understands.” He gives Bill a meaningful look, and he understands exactly what Scotty is saying.
There’s another split second of silence before Bill speaks up again.
“Does she make you happy?”
He isn’t sure what answer he wants to hear.
Once again, Scotty can’t seem to stop the fond smile from growing on his face as he answers simply, “She does.”
Bill nods. He forces down the venomous part of him, the urge to spit Not as happy as we could’ve been! Never as happy as when it was just the two of us! and instead looks the love of his life in the eyes and says, “Then I’m happy for you.”
The joy that fills Scotty’s face at his words is almost worth the lie. Almost worth the pain he feels as his heart shatters again, in a way he knows deep down can never be fixed.
But he hides the pain as he follows Scotty to the rest of the group. Hides the anguish as he sees you tucked neatly under his arm, head resting on his shoulder as if that's where you’re meant to be; puzzle pieces slotting together perfectly. Hides the grimace and forces a smile in its place as he watches Scotty press his lips to yours and knows that he’s well and truly lost the love of his life.
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happier (the happy ending)
Bill and Scotty’s breakup has rattled the dynamic of the Blue Moon Boys, and it’s made all the worse with the introduction of you, Scotty’s new girlfriend. This story can go one of two ways… take your pick!
the happy ending (you are here!) the unhappy ending
a/n: I wanted to write something loosely based on ‘happier’ by olivia rodrigo, and my dear @austin-butlers-gf gave me the idea to do a Bill/Scotty fic! I had an absolute blast writing this, even if it did make me cry at parts lol. Hugest of shoutouts to my loves from The HuddleTM (@sassy-ahsoka-tano, @mpmarypoppins, @dontbesussis, @austin-butlers-gf) for their support on this one! I love y'all <3
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: a couple swear words, allusions to homophobia, angst (with a happy ending this time!), 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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The air in the studio is thick with tension. It has been for about a month. A long, painful month. And Bill knows that it’ll likely be a while before things go back to normal.
Whatever normal is now anyway, he thinks, shooting a bitter glance over to his boyfriend ex-boyfriend Scotty as Sam calls for an end to the day’s recording session.
“Scotty, when do we get to meet this girl of yours?” Elvis teases as they pack up.
There’s a moment of awkward silence, and Bill can feel Scotty’s eyes on him as he keeps his attention firmly on packing up his bass, Elvis’s teasing mood fading slightly as he glances nervously between them.
“Well,” Scotty begins hesitantly, turning his attention quickly back to Elvis, “She’s been askin’ to come to a recording session, so I might bring her along to the next one if that’s alright with y’all.”
Elvis brightens, and begins chattering excitedly about how he was planning to bring Dixie along to their next session and their girls could spend some time together. Bill tunes most of it out, ears still ringing from the revelation that Scotty’s officially moved on.
He absentmindedly says goodbye to his bandmates — purposefully avoiding Scotty’s eye — and Sam and Marion, lost in thought as he drives back home. His mind drifts back to a month ago, shortly after the disastrous Russwood Park performance.
•••
“You alright, sweetheart?” Bill asks, sitting down gently on the couch next to his boyfriend. “What did you wanna talk about?”
Scotty had been… different, after the fiasco that had been Russwood Park. Quieter, more… distant, almost, and he had phoned Bill earlier that night insisting that he needed to come over, that he needed to talk to him about something.
Scotty looks away, almost flinching at the pet name. It sends a pang through Bill’s heart, Scotty’s reaction being so unlike his usual soft smile and blush.
“I’ve been thinking,” Scotty begins quietly, keeping his eyes trained firmly on the carpet. His voice falters, but he whips his hand out of reach as Bill tries to grasp it. Bill’s concern grows, seeing how Scotty continues to refuse any comfort from him.
“I’ve been thinking,” he says again, his voice slightly firmer but still quiet, “about how everyone’s been reacting to Elvis. The… the politicians and policemen and all them, I mean.”
Bill can only nod for him to continue, wondering where Scotty’s going with this.
“And I just… seein’ what happened at Russwood Park, seein’ how everyone got so out of hand just because of him dancin’ different, it made me realize…”
He pauses with a nervous swallow, and Bill’s heart sinks as he prays he’s wrong about where this is going.
Scotty turns to face Bill for the first time since he started to speak, and Bill’s heart shatters at the tears welling up in his eyes.
“We’re never gonna be safe here,” Scotty whispers, his voice breaking. “We’re always gonna be looking over our shoulders, always wondering if anyone’s watching us when we’re together and I don’t—” His voice cuts off with a sob and tears finally spill over onto his cheeks as he continues, “I don’t want that for us.”
Bill opens his mouth to protest — he can’t believe Scotty’s saying this, they said they’d stay together through anything, no matter what the world threw at them — but Scotty cuts him off.
“I don’t want that for you. You deserve to find a nice girl, have a family, not… not living in fear with me. You deserve better, you deserve more.”
He stands up, every inch of him exuding a painful finality. Tears well up in Bill’s eyes and every part of him goes numb. He can’t even find the strength to protest, to tell Scotty that he doesn’t want better, he doesn’t want more — doesn’t Scotty understand that he’s already so much more than Bill deserves, that he is Bill’s whole world? — as it hits him that this is it, this is the end.
Scotty approaches him, cupping his face and gently wiping away his tears with his thumb as he presses one final kiss to Bill’s forehead. A final whispered “I love you,” lips brushing tenderly against his skin, is the last thing Bill hears before Scotty is gone and Bill is left alone with tear-stained cheeks and a shattered heart.
•••
Bill jolts back to reality as he pulls into his driveway, tears rolling down his cheeks.
As he enters his dark and empty house, he can’t help but wonder: How did Scotty manage to move on so quickly when Bill was still trying to piece his heart back together?
•••
Despite how much he tried to mentally steel himself, nothing could have truly prepared Bill for the sight of Scotty with his arm comfortably slung around your shoulders, as if you’d been with him forever.
All eyes turn to him as he enters the studio lugging his bass. A nervous smile spreads across Scotty’s face, a stark contrast to the genuine grin spreading across yours. You step over and, to his surprise, throw your arms around him, pulling him into a stiff hug.
“You must be Bill! Scotty’s told me so much about you!” You say happily.
“Yeah,” he replies, releasing one arm from his bass to gingerly wrap it around you in return, “It’s, uh, nice to meet you.” He meets Scotty’s eyes over your head, and says with a slightly bitter chuckle, “I wish I could say Scotty’s told me all about you, but I’m afraid not.”
He pretends not to see the hurt in Scotty’s eyes at his words as you release him and turn to tease Scotty.
“What, I’m not a good enough conversation topic for your friends?”
“Not at all, sweetheart,” Scotty chuckles, once again wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “We’ve been busy, is all, and it just… never really came up.” Scotty’s eyes flick up to meet Bill’s for a split second before returning to you.
“Well since Scotty’s neglected to, I guess I’ll have to make my own introduction,” you announce teasingly. “I’m Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” you say with a bright, genuine smile.
A chorus of “nice to meet you”s rise from the assembled crowd of Elvis, Dixie, DJ, Sam, Marion, and Bill, and the small talk continues for several minutes before Sam corrals everyone to “actually get some work done,” escorting Dixie and Y/N to the control room.
“She seems nice,” Elvis grins, “Well done, Scotty.”
A tender smile grows on Scotty’s face as he accepts the praise of his girl, and Bill quickly looks away before he’s overwhelmed by the memories of when Scotty used to smile at him like that.
The worst part was, he thought as they began the session, you really did seem nice. All sparkling eyes and sincere, warm smiles. Hell, you had gone in for a hug before a formal introduction simply on the basis that he was Scotty’s close friend! He wanted to find something to dislike about you, some reason to justify the intense ill will he felt towards you, but there was nothing. From what he could see as the session went on, you were genuinely interested in Scotty’s profession, and you were immeasurably kind to Dixie and the rest of the band. As much as he hates to admit it to himself, you were a good match for Scotty.
Not as good as you, a voice hisses in the back of his head as the session wrapped, and he shakes his head as if he could shoo it away like a fly. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that Scotty was happy, just…
Bill allows himself a brief second of selfishness to finish the thought — maybe not quite as happy as he could have been with me — before being jolted out of his thoughts as Scotty tentatively approaches him.
A quick glance around tells him they’re the only two left in the recording room, everyone else busy in the other room chatting happily with Y/N.
“Hi,” Bill says stiffly.
“Hi.”
There’s a moment of awkward silence where they each wait for the other to speak before Scotty continues.
“I’m sorry, I— I didn’t want this to be an awkward thing, but I didn’t know how to introduce her to y’all, and—”
Bill cuts him off. “Does she know about…?” He gestures between the two of them.
Scotty nods, saying softly, “She does. I told her it would be best if she didn’t mention it, but she… she understands.” He gives Bill a meaningful look, and he understands exactly what Scotty is saying.
There’s another split second of silence before Bill speaks up again.
“Does she make you happy?” He asks. He isn’t sure what answer he wants to hear.
Once again, Scotty can’t seem to stop the fond smile from growing on his face as he answers simply, “She does.”
Bill nods. He forces down the pain, and instead looks the love of his life in the eyes and says, “Then I’m happy for you.”
He follows Scotty back to the group, and tries to be genuinely happy as he sees you tucked neatly under his arm, puzzle pieces slotted perfectly together.
•••
Scotty’s POV
Scotty, for all that he says he’s happy with you, can’t keep his eyes from wandering to Bill. Can’t stop himself from wondering what if? even as you’re tucked into his side beaming up at him, the picture of everything he should want.
And of course, observant as you are, you take note.
“Your friends seemed nice,” you chirp as you enter Scotty’s house once the session is over.
“I’m happy you got to meet them,” he beams, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a kiss. He ignores the little voice in his head that whispers — as it does every time — that it’s nowhere near the same as Bill.
The two of you set about making dinner, but it’s not until afterwards, when you’ve got him full and slightly sleepy on the couch, that you finally bring it up.
“Scotty,” you begin gently, sitting up from where you’re leaning into him, “I think we should talk.”
“‘Bout what, sweetheart?” he looks up, confused. You’re more serious than he’s ever heard or seen you before.
You take his hand, gently running your thumb over the back of it. “Remember when you told me about you and Bill?”
He nods. Of course he does.
He had had a little too much to drink after one of your dates, and had ended up spilling his and Bill’s whole story to you as you were trying to sober him up in your kitchen.
He was mortified when he woke up, and expected the worst, expected disgust at his “unnatural desires.”
What he didn’t expect, however, as you nursed him through his hangover, was your own confession of being in love with a girl you had grown up with.
She had rejected you, you explained, when you told her of your feelings. “But I know what it's like to like someone… outside of the norm.” You had said with a reassuring smile.
Your voice brings him out of that memory and back to the present.
“It was nice to finally meet him. I noticed you seem… happier around him, almost. You relax a little bit when he’s in the room.”
Where were you going with this?
“He’s my friend, Y/N. Of course I’m happy around him.” Scotty says casually.
You shake your head gently. “It’s not just that, Scotty, and you know it.” You meet his eyes, “If you can look me in the eye and tell me you don’t still have feelings for him, I’ll let this go.”
He opens his mouth to confirm that his feelings for Bill are long gone, but looking into your eyes and knowing you’ll see right through the lie… he can’t bring himself to do it.
His head drops with a sigh, “I do… I do still love him. But…” he meets your eyes with a pained look, “I hurt him so badly, Y/N. And being with me… as much as I would love for us to be together, it’s dangerous. Especially here. And you—”
He’s cut off as you shake your head, a small smile on your face.
“I saw the way you looked at him today, and the way he looked at you. You’re both still head over heels for each other, no matter what you tell yourself. And I know couples who have been able to be together, stayed together happily in secret. You two deserve to have that same happiness. And when it comes to me…” you lean over and squeeze his hand comfortingly, “You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had. But my feelings for you don’t go any farther than that, and I know it’s the same for you. Besides,” you add with a sly smile and a wink, “I’ve got my eye on someone else.”
“I— what?” Scotty stammers, trying to process everything you had just said.
You sigh, gently shoving him off the couch with a playful roll of your eyes, “Go get your man, Winfield!”
He stumbles towards the door. He turns back once to see you giving him a sincere, encouraging nod, and steps out into the night.
•••
Bill’s POV
Bill curls up with a book and a mug of tea that evening, trying to take his mind off of meeting his replacement you.
It’s a perfect night for it, too — the gentle rumble of far-off thunder serving as a subtle bass rhythm to accompany the tapping notes of pouring rain outside. It reminds him of lazy rainy days with Scotty spent cuddling on the couch, watching TV or listening to the radio—
No. He shakes his head, as if that will force him to forget the bittersweet memories, reminding himself, Scotty moved on. He’s happy. Don’t dwell on what can’t be.
He groans as, just as he’s about to turn his attention back to his book, there’s a series of rapid knocks at the door.
Who in the hell is out knocking on doors on a night like tonight? Bill can’t help but wonder as he sets his book down and makes his way to the door.
He isn’t sure what he’s expecting as he flings open the door. Some kids playing a prank? Someone with car trouble, maybe?
What he definitely isn’t expecting is a rain-soaked Scotty standing on his front step, panting as though he’d just run miles to get there.
He blinks in surprise.
“Scotty, wha—”
“I love you.” Scotty says quickly, almost shouting to be heard over the pounding rain. “I love you so much, William Black. I was wrong to let my fears get in between us, to let them win when I know that— god, I’ve been miserable without you. I know I was awful to just walk away from what we had, but I… I wanna try again, if you’ll have me. I promise, I’ll stand by you for as long as you’ll let me.” His earnestness bleeds into every word, though his voice fades slightly as he continues, “I’ll— I’ll walk away right now, if that’s what you want. I won’t bring this up ever again. But,” he tentatively steps closer, “I know a life without you by my side isn’t one I’m particularly fond of.”
Bill’s mind whirls, trying to process Scotty’s speech.
“I— What about Y/N?”
“She’s the one who told me to come here,” Scotty admits with a soft laugh. “She saw that… that I’m never gonna love anyone the way I love you.”
Bill takes in the tenderness in Scotty’s eyes, water dripping from his eyelashes as he pleads for Bill to believe him, and in the end can only act on instinct.
He steps out into the rain, cupping Scotty’s face and tenderly pressing his lips against his own.
Joy hums in Bill’s chest as Scotty’s lips move sweetly against his in a familiar rhythm, the rain quickly soaking through Bill’s thin white t-shirt. He smiles into the kiss as he feels Scotty’s hands moving to rest at his hips.
Eventually Bill pulls away to gasp in some air, mumbling against Scotty’s lips, “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” Scotty breathes in reply, “I’m so, so sorry for what I did, darlin’, and I—”
The rest of his apology is swallowed as Bill cuts him off with another quick kiss.
“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Bill says as he pulls away, looking into Scotty’s eyes, “I understand why you did it. But I’ve thought of a way you can make it up to me.” He smiles, a sly twinkle in his eye.
“Oh, and what would that be?”
“Well,you’re the one who got me out in this rain,” Bill smirks, gesturing to the now practically transparent t-shirt clinging to his skin, “It’s only fair that you help me warm up.”
He tugs a grinning Scotty into a hungry kiss, leading him into the house, Scotty’s wandering hands already working to remove the clinging fabric from Bill’s torso as he shuts the door firmly behind them.
•••
The poorly-hidden surprise on Sam and Marion’s faces when they see Bill and Scotty walking side-by-side into the studio for their next recording session, their hands not quite clasped, but close enough that they brush together with every step, is nothing compared to the shock when Elvis arrives with both you and Dixie in tow.
Bill and Scotty watch as he leaves Dixie with a sweet kiss and you with a tender brush of his lips to your forehead before joining them in the recording room. Bill notes the questioning look Scotty shoots your way, and the subtle I’ll tell you later shake of your head in response.
•••
Scotty’s POV
There’s not much time to ask questions before the recording session is underway.
There is a moment, however, where Scotty catches a glimpse of you and Dixie cuddling on the small couch just out of view of Sam and Marion, who are absorbed in the session.
So that’s what you meant when you said you had your eye on someone else, he thinks, shooting you a knowing smile. His eyes stay on you long enough to see you return it before his gaze slides over to Bill, the knowing smile sliding into a softer, more tender one as he basks in the glow of Bill’s joy, something he had been missing for far too long.
Bill meets his eyes with the same tender smile, and Scotty pours every bit of the joy growing in his chest into the song; maybe the world was cruel, maybe he couldn’t shout his love for Bill to the rooftops like he wanted to, but maybe, just maybe, someone like them would hear this song and feel the same joy he was feeling now.
Feeling in a more angsty mood?? Check out the alternate ending here!
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i absolutely loved phone sex with elvis fic, and now i am here to request phone sex with scotty it just sounds so hawttttttttt
thank you so much, sweetness!!
oooh yes that does sound hot! will definitely write that. 😏
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