#60s elvis

[from-memphis-with-love]

Damn you, Joyce Bova.

You had the best Elvis, lol.

elvis with fans in las vegas (8-21-69) 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

1969 elvis is so handsome, ethereal beauty. sorry the coloring of these photos vary- but i think they’re amazing nonetheless!

[elvisbdoll]

Hey!!! I was wondering if I can request a fic of 60s!army!Elvis, where he sees reader during a party and is instantly in love with her? Like just finds her to be the most prettiest, cutest girl he has ever seen and is determined to get her attention?

Take all the time you need, girlie!❤️

The One in the Polka-Dot Dress

Request by @jhoneybees

TW: nothing really, just Elvis being Elvis

Words:2.300

A/N: HI Love! Thank you for requesting this, I really hope you enjoy and keep requesting! Love you so much ENJOY.

The officers’ club buzzed with energy, a cacophony of conversation, laughter, and the faint strains of jazz from a crackling record player in the corner. The room was dimly lit, the kind of soft, amber glow that made everyone look a little more glamorous.

Elvis Presley stood near the bar, fiddling with the silver cufflinks on his neatly pressed uniform. He’d been stationed in Germany for months now, and nights like these—filled with small talk and stiff drinks—were beginning to blur together. But tonight felt different, though he wasn’t sure why.

He surveyed the room lazily, a half-smile tugging at his lips as he exchanged nods with a few familiar faces. But then he saw her.

At first, it was just a flash of movement—her skirt swishing as she turned to laugh at something one of her friends said. The light caught the soft waves of her hair, framing her face like something out of a dream. She was standing by the window, her silhouette outlined by the faint moonlight streaming through the glass.

She wore a polka-dot dress, black with little white spots, cinched at the waist and flowing just enough to show off her figure without being too much. Her bare shoulders gleamed under the light, and her laugh—it wasn’t just a sound, it was a melody, cutting through the noise of the room and wrapping around him like a lasso.

Elvis froze, his drink halfway to his lips, his heart thudding hard enough that he was sure someone nearby could hear it.

“Lord have mercy,” he muttered under his breath.

“What’s that, EP?” one of his buddies teased, elbowing him.

“Nothin’,” Elvis replied, his Southern drawl a little thicker than usual. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—no, not just beautiful. There was something about her, something that felt like sunshine on a cold day or the first few notes of a song that you know is going to be a hit. She wasn’t just pretty; she was magic.

For a moment, he considered staying put. After all, what were the chances she’d notice him? Sure, people back home always said he had a certain charm, but this was different. She wasn’t just another pretty girl at a party. She was the girl, the kind you’d write songs about, the kind who could ruin you in the best possible way.

But Elvis Presley had never been one to back down from a challenge.

Taking a deep breath, he set down his glass and adjusted his tie. His palms were sweating, but he wiped them discreetly on his uniform trousers as he made his way across the room. He’d faced screaming crowds and flashing cameras, but somehow, the thought of saying hello to her felt like the most nerve-wracking thing he’d ever done.

As he got closer, he caught snippets of her voice—soft, lilting, with just a hint of mischief. She was telling a story, her hands gesturing animatedly, and her friends were hanging on her every word. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, his voice low but steady.

She turned, and for a second, Elvis felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Up close, she was even more stunning. Her eyes—bright and curious—met his, and a soft blush rose to her cheeks.

“Yes?” she said, her voice as warm as he’d imagined.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” he began, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck, “but I just had to come over and say… well, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her friends giggled, and Elvis felt his own face heat up, but he didn’t break eye contact.

“That’s quite the compliment,” she said, tilting her head. “Do you always talk to girls like this?”

“No, ma’am,” he said quickly. “Only the ones who take my breath away.”

Her lips curved into a smile, and Elvis felt like he’d won a prize.

“Well, thank you,” she said. “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, savoring the way her name felt on his tongue. “I’m Elvis.”

“I know,” she said with a little laugh. “It’s hard not to recognize you.”

Elvis chuckled, his nerves starting to ease. “Yeah, I guess I’ve got one of those faces, huh?”

Her smile widened, and she gestured to the empty spot beside her. “Would you like to join us?”

“I’d be honored,” he said, sliding into the space and feeling a little like he’d just been invited into heaven.

For the next hour, Elvis forgot about the rest of the party. The room faded into the background as he hung on her every word. She told him about her travels, her family, her favorite books and movies.

[hooked-on-elvis]

ELVIS FANS PROBLEM

Tell me if you relate to this:

Sometimes I have to remind myself not to be listening to the same Elvis songs in a loop, but it's hard because my list of favorites has over 600 tracks (between studio, home and live recordings). It's a real struggle, for me anyway. I feel I'm losing too much being addicted to specific Elvis songs because I feel there's so many others I still haven't discovered, or even heard at the wrong moment and couldn't appreciate it as I would now but the song already slipped through my fingers and I completely forgot about its existence for a while. Anyway, here's one song Elvis recorded that I don't listen to often:

If you're seeing this post, I invite you to share one Elvis song you don't listen to so often.

[ghostgabss]

The 60s were just perfect

[elvis-and-me]

[urdeadsweetheart]

50s Babydoll dress for my “I do”

[monajoon16]

1970s Elvis is my soulmate

[lostl1sbons1ster]

[presley4president]

He’s so cutesy 😗

[drtyelvisfantasy]

elvis’s hands ౨ৎ ᥫ᭡

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[adoreliv]

happy birthday to my living legend 💐

[lustnhim]

manspreading 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

inspired by a post i saw on tiktok. i just climb right between them and lay down on his thighs :( ugh, cute baby.

[ladelinee]

THIS MOMENT 😱❤️❤️❤️

[hooked-on-elvis]

[mirkasblog]

𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮

[jhoneybees]

Talkative

Here's a cute little blurb, you lovelies 💕

Characters: Late 60s!Elvis X little! reader

Warnings/triggers: Little lifestyle, age regression

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Sometimes when Elvis and you go to bed, it would be a bit of a challenge when you're little, especially when you're in a talkative mood which tonight's one of those nights.

“Alright, Comfortable?” Elvis asks as he sets your favourite stuffie beside you after making sure things are good for you, you nod “All good!” reaching your arms out from under the blanket, doing grabby hands making him chuckle.

“I'm comin’ I'm comin” he reassures, walking over to his side of the bed and climbing in under the covers, wrapping an arm under you to bring you closer to him earning a small giggle from you. “What's so funny?” tickling your side slightly.

Your small squeals erupt “ ‘m ticklish Daddy!” pushing your fists against his side in a weak attempt to make him stop, he chuckles and moves his hand. “Okay, Okay” Elvis replaces the tickling to rubbing your back and he smiles lovingly as he looks down at your pretty face.

“I love you, y’ know that?”

He hums as you respond by nuzzling your head against his chest. His hand brushes a strand of hair away from your face, being given the sight of that sweet, innocent, child-like spark in your eyes. His eyes soften “My beautiful sweet girl…” lifting both of his hands to cup your face just below the jaw, leaning in to pepper your face with his famous kisses, giving you the last one on your nose..

“Get your beauty sleep, Honey… ” he mumbles tiredly, you nod against his chest and you close your eyes.

. . .

“Daddy…” you whisper, earning a deep hum from Elvis. “Me and Jerry had a lot of fun today” he breathes out “Is that so?” with a grin on his face, you smile “Mhm! We…we drew really pretty pictures and- and had a tea party with all my friends and..” Elvis’ grin widens knowing that these friends of yours were the plushies that he would give you whenever he came back from tour.

“And we went out in the garden! I took Hoppie with me too but I dropped her in a muddy puddle” your eyes and voice trailing off before looking up at Elvis “She’s ok though, Jer said that giving her a wash in the washing machine wouldn’t hurt” making him crack another smile.

“Mhm, sounds like you did have fun today” letting a small yawn before bringing his hand up to stroke your hair “You must be tired, baby hm?”saying that in hopes that would get you to snuggle up and fall asleep, your head moves slightly against his chest “mmm, not yet- oh! We picked pretty flowers too! Roses and- and uhm hydran- hydran…”

Letting out another yawn, Elvis rubs his face with his free hand “Hydrangea?” beginning to lightly scratch your scalp “Hydrangea! Yeah so-” a quiet, tired chuckle fills your ears “Honey, let’s go to sleep hm? Daddy had a long day” combing his hand through his hair, Elvis lowers his eyes to your doll ones “But I didn’t tell you about-”

“Ya can tell me tomorrow baby” he says with a southern drawl. Rolling onto his side and bringing you in closer with his almost limb arms because of how tired he is “Goodnight darlin’” making sure to place a peck upon your head.

Sighing softly as his chin rests on top of your head, his eyes fluttering closed “I want milk”

“Oh Honey-”