#60s elvis

[hooked-on-elvis]

'68 COMEBACK SPECIAL

" His facial features were flawless, reminding me of the sculptured Statue of Liberty face. He was perfect from any angle."

My first impression of Elvis was he physically perfect. His facial features were flawless, reminding me of the sculptured Statue of Liberty face. Usually, most stars have a favorite side of their face that they insist the director favor while being photographed. Not Elvis. He was perfect from any angle. — Steve Binder Excerpt Elvis '68 Comeback The Story Behind the Special by Steve Binder

Bones Howe (Recording Producer-Engineer), Steve Binder (Director), Elvis, and Bob Finkel (Executive Producer) at a press conference on June 25, 1968. In the picture below, we see Lamar Fike, Elvis' friend and part of his entourage who also had experience in the records producing industry at that time.

Bob Finkel was the man originally meant to produce and direct the Elvis Special for NBC in 1968, but he gave away the chance to direct Elvis himself, offering it to Steve Binder instead, while Finkel would take the role of Executive Producer of the show. Elvis at the time, as Bob told Steve, was "balking at doing television", so Finkel felt that the show production could be easier if the person directing Elvis was similar to his own age, someone he could relate to, and that was definitely not Bob. Finkel told Binder that even after many meetings with Elvis, Presley still politely addressed to him as "Mr. Finkel" instead of Bob. With Binder, on the other hand, right on the first meeting in May 1968, after it was decided that Steve would direct his new TV show, Elvis called Steve by his first name, no cerimonies. Steve Binder was barely two years Elvis' senior, born in December 1933. In 1968, while Elvis was 33 years old, Steve would turn 35 on the same month the '68 Comeback Special was due to air on NBC.

[offical-ace-elvis]

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[epletsplayhouse]

Cutieee 💕💕💕

[roseveilxx]

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[elvisbdoll]

The city lights blurred past the tinted glass, but you didn’t see them.

All you could see—feel—was Elvis.

He pulled you onto his lap the moment the door shut behind you, limo gliding through Memphis like a secret sin.

The divider was up. His driver knew better than to ask questions.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” he murmured, voice honey-slick, hands already slipping beneath your dress.

“Nothin’ like a tight little thing sittin’ pretty on my cock after a show.”

You whimpered, the wet heat between your thighs betraying every bit of innocence you still tried to hold on to.

“Elvis, someone might see—”

He laughed, low and wicked.

“Ain’t nobody gonna see, baby. Just me. Just me and this sweet little pussy drippin’ through your panties.”

He pushed the fabric aside, fingers stroking your slick folds with lazy, possessive circles.

“You’re already soaked. You missed me, huh?”

You buried your face in his neck, the scent of sweat, cologne, and leather making your head spin.

His fingers dipped inside—two at once this time, slow and deep.

“Elvis—!”

“You’re takin’ me so easy now,” he moaned, voice thick. “Like your body knows who it belongs to.”

He shifted beneath you, unzipping his pants, cock springing free and hot against your thigh.

He didn’t give you time to think.

“Sit on it.”

His voice dropped like a growl.

“Right here. Right now.”

Your eyes went wide.

“Elvis—”

“Now, baby. Be a good girl for me.”

You reached down, lined him up, trembling as you sank down—

Inch by inch, deeper, until he filled you completely, his cock stretching you wide and perfect.

You moaned into his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he hissed, fingers bruising your hips. “Bounce on it, sugar. Show me how bad you want it.”

You moved—shaky at first, then braver, rolling your hips until the sounds in the limo were just skin and breath and the filthy slap of wet heat on velvet.

His hands roamed under your dress, yanking it down to suck your nipples raw.

His mouth was everywhere—your chest, your throat, your lips.

And when he bucked up into you, hard and fast, hitting that spot deep inside—

You screamed.

“Louder,” he growled.

“Let the whole damn city hear who’s fuckin’ you like this.”

You were close.

So close.

And when he reached between you, rubbing your clit with fast, tight circles—

You came hard.

Head thrown back.

Legs shaking.

Walls clenching so tight around him, it forced a raw, hungry groan from his throat.

“Fuck—gonna cum—take it, baby—take every drop.”

He slammed up once—twice—then stilled, cock throbbing inside you as he came deep.

Spilling himself where no one else ever would.

Both of you panting, sweat-slicked, the limo still rolling smooth through the night.

Your dress wrinkled, his zipper halfway down, and his cum dripping down your thighs.

He kissed you, slow and deep.

“Next time,” he whispered, “I’m fuckin’ you on the hood.”

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[halieghhh]

»»————> “Tell me it’s alright. Everything will be fine.” <————««

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[foreverlovingelvis]

Some photos of my elvis book!

This book is about Elvis's life! Which I won't show much but just the pictures they had in the book 🧡 (it's very big book to take pictures of everything in the book, which i apologize..❤️‍🩹⚡️)

@hooked-on-elvis

(Also there'll be a part two on this post)

[rosemarygardensblog]

my dear cilla

[queenofheartbreakhotel]

sylvie vartan, bulgarian-french singer and actress, on her wedding day in 1965 ‧₊˚

[elvis-and-me]

[hooked-on-elvis]

Friends, I'M SO EXCITED! I literally didn't even see the first page yet... just had to share this with you first hand. Look at what just arrived!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH! I waited a whole month for this book! It was my birthday gift to myself (bought it last mid-March). I'm impressed it's this huge! Hard cover, heavily built... beautiful! Just for the cover I see it's a book worth the King, really. BEAUTIFUL! I'm so happy it's finally here! *crying happy tears* 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

I confess I bought it specially because of the pants accident story, but I know there's much more interesting things to learn from those pages. Promise to share nice pictures and stories with you as they come. ✨

Update: just opened the book. Guess I'm going back in time. The ticket!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Omg. SOS.

[urdeadsweetheart]

50s Babydoll dress for my “I do”

[epletsplayhouse]

New to me, young E 💕

[presley4president]

Me core:

[twobitsblade]

Hi!!! I saw your poll and I was wondering if you could write a 60s!Elvis X Reader fic, where Reader is having a hard time at work because they can't seem to keep up with everything and Elvis finds them crying outside their work place? Comforting them and asking why they can't just let him take care of them?

Take all the time you need!❤️

(hello, thank you so much for requesting this! it was slightly difficult to write since this is my first time writing smut, but i hope you all enjoy it. i’d love to see more requests featuring elvis in my inbox!)

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ MY HEART BELONGS TO DADDY !

a work of fiction written by @twobitsblade and inspired by @atleastpleasetelephone, @jhoneybees, @wanderingelvis, @lustnhim, and @theelvisprincess !

contains: smut (obviously), reader and elvis are married, elvis is a cocky know-it-all with hints of the 1960s male mindset !

you and elvis had been together for a while now; around three years of loving, fighting, and arguing, but you knew that at the end of the day he’d always be there for you. and you knew that even when you took up a new job at your aunt’s boutique—something which elvis discouraged multiple times (“oh m’baby, you ain’t needuh do these stupid ol’ jobs, m’the one providin’”)—while you were very thankful for him, your aunt desperately needed your help, and who were you to turn her down?

but it turns out that perhaps elvis was right—this job began to be a lot more than you’d signed up for. originally, the deal was you’d wear a cute dress, get your hair done all nice (for free, mind you), and greet the customers, but then more and more duties started being asked of you.

“oh dear, can you go bring the boxes from the basement?” “can you go downtown and pick up some new hair dyes? we’re all out, and the shipment won’t be on time?” “can you give her a little trim? it’s not too complicated.”

while you don’t like to think of yourself as spoilt, you’re not very used to working these types of jobs. i mean, you and elvis have been together for years, and you’d gotten used to the comfy lifestyle he provided you.

one day, it just became too much—you were turning around like a dog, fulfilling one task after the other, and it didn’t help that you barely slept last night. it’s not like you could tell elvis about this because it’d prove him right, and you can’t handle that damn cocky smirk on his face as he tells you how he knows his little one wasn’t made for such hard work.

you sigh, placing your things down—the sound a bit louder than intended, causing you to flinch. you toss off your high heels, lazily running up the stairs of graceland and into the bedroom you and elvis shared—grand, beautiful, and decorated by both of you as a visual representation of your love for the other—but now all it felt was suffocating.

you plopped down on the bed, not bothering to change out of your outdoor clothes, and laid your head facing the ceiling when suddenly you heard rustling and groaning, causing you to turn your head as you saw the back of elvis’s head. he slowly turns around to face you, clearly still half asleep.

“mmm, hey m’baby, how’s work?” he says drowsily, grabbing you by the collar of your dress and pulling you close, wrapping his leg around your waist.

“it was fine, el—fine as usual,” you say, though he wasn’t stupid; even half asleep, he could tell. he groaned, rubbed his eyes, and sat up.

he looked you up and down before smirking—god damn it—“well, what’s the matter, huh, little ’un?” you rolled your eyes and weakly shoved him, the shove barely moving him.

“i said it was nothing, didn’t i?” you groaned, but he doesn’t care.

“ah, f’god’s sakes, just let me take care of my babygirl…” he groaned, grabbing you and laying you on top of him. you tried to pull away to no avail, causing you to let out a mewl which made him chuckle—everything about him was irritating you in that moment: his baby blue eyes, his tan skin, his perfectly, oh so disgustingly perfect smile, and the softness with which he looked at you, his girl. you sighed, resting your head on his chest and stifling a sob, and he noticed, tangling his fingers in your hair, “shh, m’girl, tell daddy what happened.” you did, and even though it all came out as incomprehensible high-pitched, whiny rambles, he nodded as though he understood you—not just your words, but the language of your soul.

you eventually felt content, done venting. you sighed, wiped your tears, and looked up at him, and suddenly you chuckled. it wasn’t quite wry but not quite from happiness; you felt good—elvis always had a way of making you feel good.

and in your exhausted state, you needed him, needed him badly, and he could see that; after all, he knew you inside and out. his hand went down to your back, then to your hip, then to your butt, then to your thigh, causing you to feel slight tingles coursing through you—you hated that, you hated how easily he could get you in such a vulnerable state.

“baby, come on, you need to open up for me. how else can i keep you safe, huh, lil ’un?”—ah, the typical elvis double entendre.

you nodded slowly, turning around on his lap so he could unzip your dress, the slight friction causing him to groan, “fuckin’ tease, you are…” he said, unzipping your dress slowly but surely, “ah, m’girls wearin’ somethin’ fancy, hmm?” he said, observing your baby pink bra with lace detailing. your face heated up at his words as you expected him to unbuckle your bra, but he didn’t.

he linked his fingers underneath the clasp and pulled you backwards so that your back rested on his chest, as his hands, in a painfully slow manner, slid down from your cleavage to your ribs, to your belly, down to your pelvic bone, and under your skirt—and you arched into him, causing a giggle to escape him. “hmm, needy, ain’t ya?” he said, his fingers rubbing circles on your clothed cunt as you squirmed into his touch. he slipped one finger underneath the fabric and then inside you, causing you to let out a loud, high-pitched moan—and god knows he wasn’t going to be the one to silence those sounds—then another finger, then a third and final one, as he slowly began pumping them in and out of you. you lost yourself in his touch; incomprehensible words mixed with moans left your mouth drowned by his groans—the sounds almost pornographic.

he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on your dress, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness you felt and at the vulgarity of the action.

he rolled around so that you were now under him, and a surge of excitement crossed you.

he removed his pants, then his boxers, his erect cock springing out from them. he grinned, “y’ready m’baby?” you nodded, preparing yourself as he aligned his tip with your entrance, your wetness working as the perfect lube, and slowly—painfully slowly—he entered you, moans leaving your mouth as your mind became dazed, hungry for the man you loved so much.

slowly, he began thrusting in and out repeatedly, causing you to let out a strange sound—a mix of a scream and a yowl—with his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of your hips. “mm, take it for me like a good little girl.” you nodded, continuing, and as you felt your climax approaching, he nodded, a silent signal that you could release yourself, and so you did—all over him—and soon after, he followed.

you both plopped down onto the bed with a sigh. he looked at your tired frame with admiration, the sweat glistening off your body and making you look like an angel. he hugged you slowly, “m’girl, you gotta be honest with me; i’m always gonna be takin’ care of you, aight?” you nodded, letting out a gentle mix between a whimper and a sigh as his body embraced yours.