#elvis christmas

[livelovedilfs]

me this christmas:

[headfullofpresley]

𝐀 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: you can decide whatever era you want this to be in (can be modern!elvis too), strong language, smoking, elvis not liking dee, small mention of gladys, christmas eve without family, christmas eve party, not a 'traditional' christmas ig, drunk elvis, drunk shenanigans, small mention of sex.

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve, darlings! Hope y'all have a wonderful time where ever you are and whatever you're doing these holidays. 💗☃️

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It's the first Christmas Eve where it's just you, Elvis and your friends.

Dodger is spending the evening at Vernon and Dee's house, who decided to stay at home this time and would be coming over for Christmas the next day.

He doesn't say it, but Elvis is lowkey excited about this. This way, he could postpone seeing Dee for another day.

He decided to give everyone time off to spend time with their families and so on, so you two had been busy in the kitchen the whole day to prepare dinner.

He insisted on helping and while you thought it was sweet, it was mostly so he could get your praise when he didn't fuck up and boast about his cooking skills to the guys.

He was more skilled in the kitchen than you thought he would be and he was actually having fun with it.

His bordelaise sauce? Chef's kiss.

Now that he had to open a bottle of red wine for the sauce, he couldn't stop taking sips here and there because he's in the groove of cooking.

“Elvis, stop drinking that wine,”

“It’s opened and it won’t taste as good if it just sits there,”

“You know how you get when you’re wine drunk,” taking the bottle from him, you'd sneak a sip yourself and put the bottle aside.

He'd turn into a gossiping middle aged woman, talking everyone's ear off but when someone would give him a look or say something he didn't like, he could turn nasty.

You loved Elvis, but that's not the route you were planning to go on tonight.

Luckily, he hadn't had enough to even be tipsy so you made him a bloody mary to sip on while cooking instead.

Even though he didn't like to drink much, the both of you were planning to get drunk tonight since there wouldn't be any family around to tell you to calm down.

Getting ready together. Idk why but these are vibessss to me.

You'd help him shave, he'd help you style your hair because your arms would get numb.

“Red or pink?” you'd ask him, holding up two lipsticks in front of his face.

He wouldn't even hesitate to pick the pink one, because it fit the dress you were wearing.

“Let me put it on ya, yittle,”

 Makes you pucker your lips, kissing you over and over again before he finally decided to apply the lipstick to your lips.

Him choosing the perfume he likes most on you and sniffing you the entire time after you put it on.

He likes the fact that he's in all black and you're wearing a pink dress. Food for his eyes.

Before everyone arrives, you two stand by one of Gladys' framed pictures and say a prayer, talk to her about the things you have accomplished this year, etc.

You knew his mother when she was alive, so doing this with you was extra special to him.

In the span of a half hour, the house was rowdy and crowded with people.

Members of the Mafia, their wives and girlfriends, some cousins and their plus ones, some other friends.

Since you had a big group of friends, the both of you had decided that dinner would be kind of a "self serve" thing.

You made food to last for days and everyone was enjoying themselves and eating their tummy full, so you and Elvis deemed your time in the kitchen a success.

Secret Santa.

He made the person who picked your name weeks before trade with him, because even though he had bought you a few presents for Christmas day, he wanted to give you more.

You had done the exact same thing, because you loved spoiling him just as much.

He bought you a pair of heels you had been eye-ing for months along with some other things he knew you wanted.

You bought him a bracelet with both your initials engraved into it, cologne (the one you couldn't get enough off), some skincare products. To you, they were typical things but he loved everything you gave him.

After the gift exchange, one of the guys suggested to light fireworks.

Since none of them could wait until New Year's Eve, they all went outside to light a few, all giddy and excited like the children they were.

Most of the girls stayed in or close to the house, including you because the only thing you could handle were sparklers.

With one of Elvis' coats draped over your shoulders, you stood near the front door, drink in one hand and sparkler in the other.

You were having fun with the girls until these fuckers would start aiming those damn fireworks at each other.

You were used to it since this was one of their things and even though you could laugh at it, you were worried too.

“Elvis, please be careful!”

“Yes, baby, always am- you son of a bitch,”

 Red missed your boyfriend's head by an inch with one of the firework missiles, running for his life when Elvis came after him.

You knew he could handle himself out there, but you were relieved when they decided to leave the rest of the fireworks for NYE.

When they started a snowball fight, you and some other girls quickly got back in the house because you weren't about to freeze your ass even more than you already were.

The girls helped you clean the kitchen a little until the boys came back in.

He'd stick by your side most of the time but you allowed him to wander off now and then, talking to people and whatnot since you were doing the same.

The later it got and the more drinks were nursed, the longer he'd linger by your side when he found his way back to you.

He was getting more handsy too and when he wanted to dance, you knew the alcohol was doing its work.

Other people were dancing too and since you had a good few amounts of drinks in your system as well, you wouldn't deny him a dance.

Even if the songs would be upbeat ones, he'd keep you pressed against his chest firmly, his hand sneaking down to your ass now and then to give it a little squeeze.

Kissing you every chance he got. Like, full on making out and not caring that there were other people present.

Making home videos and taking pictures. He always wanted to be behind the camera, but would swing his arm over your shoulder to trap you into his side, blabbering into the camera about how much he loved you while filming the two of you.

The tape would probably come out horrible afterwards, but you knew he'd never get rid of it, because memories.

Would go around and make everyone do a little speech, making them say how much they loved his food and how great the party was.

You couldn't wait until he'd hear back his own drunken, slurred words so you could tease him with it.

You weren't much better, though. Telling your friends you loved them over and over and that you were going to give Elvis a handful of children.

Even though he was steadily getting more drunk, karate.

So, so, so much karate.

You had to barricate the Christmas tree with your body because Joe almost flew through it several times.

You decided to challenge your boyfriend and in his giggly state, he accepted.

“Gotta take those heels off first. Fuckin’ murder weapons,”

Laughing, you took your shoes off and threw them aside by the coffee table, mimicking his position.

Though before he could come at you, you pointed a finger at him.

“Do not throw me or anythin’, El, I swear!”

“Honey, this ain’t wrestlin’,”

He would already be laughing his ass off before even starting, but when you wanted to take advantage of him not looking your way, he caught you by surprise and wrapped his arms around your waist to tickle you instead.

More dancing.

Now you were the one almost flying through the tree because he'd spin you around like a rag doll, singing along to the music with his eyes closed.

Would randomly take two Christmas baubles out of the tree and hang them in the hoop earrings you were wearing - ofcourse he had to take pictures of that too.

Either has a cigar or cigarette hanging between his lips or fingertips most of the time because he smokes even more when he's intoxicated.

Makes you hold them when someone challenges him for a round of karate again or when he goes to use the bathroom. Would definitely pout when he came back to find you having smoked them.

Turned out you were better at handling your liquor than your boyfriend.

When he was laying on the ground by the tree and trying to sneak open random presents, you knew it was time to slowly let the party come to an end.

It was after three when the house was empty and even though you weren't exactly sober yourself, you felt the need to clean a majority of the dishes so you wouldn't have to do it tomorrow.

He'd call out to you that he was going to help, but he never got up, nor did he manage to open any presents.

Belting out random songs as he laid there on the ground, laughing excitedly when you'd sing along from the kitchen.

Did not help or whatsoever when you dragged him up the stairs, instead leaning his full weight on you.

You managed to get him in the bedroom though, a big grin on his face and his eyes tightly shut as he laid across the bed on his back.

His interest was peaked immediately when you took off his shoes and started undressing him.

“Are we gon' have sex?” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively as he'd sit up a little so you could take his shirt off.

“Baby, no, it’s late and we drank too much,”

Once his shirt was off, he would cup your face and try to messily kiss your lips as you giggled.

“But I want youuu,”

“You need to sleep so you won’t be exhausted tomorrow,”

“Psshhh, I ain’t never exhausted,”

He'd roll his eyes as he'd let himself fall back again, watching you unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down.

“You’re so hot in that dress and I wanna fuck you,”

He knew that when he would give you those bedroom eyes and bit his lip all sexy, you wouldn't be able to resist him.

Even in his drunk state, he still knew how to get what he wanted.

Because you gave it to him. How could you not when his cheeks were all flushed like that and he looked at you with those hungry eyes?

He didn't last long, but by the time you were finished, you were so tired that you didn't care.

The both of you passed out pretty much immediately after.

You were woken up by voices coming from downstairs and when you recognized one of them to belong to Vernon, you widened your eyes and woke up Elvis by frantically shaking his shoulder.

He was grumbling and cursing immediately, trying to push you away from him.

Holding up one of the baubles that he found in between the sheets, he'd give you a playful grin. “Baby, I know you’re an adventurous little one, but.. seriously?”

When you told him his father was already here, he wanted to vanish into thin air because his head was throbbing.

Despite the hangovers you both had to deal with, it wasn't anything some food and medicine couldn't fix.

Christmas day was fun, but he decided that he wanted more Christmas Eve's like the one the night before.

No stress, no stepmothers annoying him.

Just you, him and your closest friends.

[babylovepresley]

here’s a cute christmas headcannon:

you’re trying to start new traditions at graceland so you, elvis, and the memphis mafia dress up in matching pajamas for a christmas eve movie night.

the guys grumble and complain the entire time (they secretly love it), but elvis makes them suck it up and put a smile on their faces because whatever his lady wants, she gets.

after you guys are dressed, you put on a few christmas movies and everyone drinks hot chocolate and it’s overall it’s a cute and fun night!

oh this is just darling! elvis has my entire heart, especially around christmas<3

“b-but… i got it in all your sizes! i worked so hard to find them all…” you cry out to the guys, pouting & holding the silly red & green flannel pajamas in the air to show them

“y/n honey i ain’t wearin’ that… please don’t make me” jerry calls out from the various men sitting around the living room with their jaws on the floor.

elvis is finally coming home after a long week of filming, just in time for some lovely christmas festivities, and you love him so much you want him to be happy and cozy

you know he loves christmas, so while doing some holiday shopping you decided to make a little winter wonderland at graceland tonight; something for him to proudly return home too…

the only problem is that the boys REFUSE to wear them; they weren’t that dreadful! they were just come cozy red & white & green flannel pajamas that you knew thought they’d love.

naturally you start to tear up, bringing your bottom crimson lip between your teeth; a habit ep always wanted you to stop, “don’t ruin them pretty lil lips baby, else ‘m gonna have to kiss ‘em all better… heal ya right up!”

the entire living room was decorated with glorious lights; blue, pink and white lights illuminating the usually cold and precise room.

the boys hated seeing you cry, and as you stuttered to get out a “h-he’s gonna be home any minute… jus’ wanted to do something nice for ‘im…” they all adjusted in their seats— some even raising their hand with a “no no no no no don’t cry” (were they afraid of disappointing of you, or rather scared for their own safety if elvis waltzed in and saw you crying… you couldnt tell)

with a collective sigh and groan, jerry and george sit up and walk towards you, grabbing the pajamas and stomping into the various rooms to get changed. the rest of the boys begrudgingly followed.

you were light, beaming and excited at the prospect of making elvis happy, and that was so contagious to everyone around you both.

once they were all dressed, with heads shaking in disapproval as they laughed at one another, they sat on the couch smoking cigarettes and waiting for you to finish getting dressed

you had bought an ADORABLE long sleeve fleece nightgown; a pale blue to match elvis’ icy eyes, and a white little ribbon sitting at the top of your hair like a present

the door begins to jingle with keys, signaling the arrival of the one and only, and you scamper out of the bedroom to see his reaction

“baby where you at? boy the week i just fuckin’ ha—”, elvis stops dead in his tracks, gift bags hanging from his arms as he stares at the sight before him; his best friends wearing matching christmas pajamas, and his little lady wearing the sweetest lil nightgown he’s ever seen

instantly, the room is silent… the boys staring up at elvis in shame as he suddenly BURSTS into laughter, clutching at his knees and chest and almost gagging from laughing so bad

“ALRIGHT FUCK-O KNOCK IT OFF” jerry defends, as elvis shakily walks over to him, wiping the tears from his eyes and slapping a hand on his shoulder and sniffling

“look like a buncha misfit toys, good lord.” he collects his breath, wiping at his nose and huffing “ ‘cept you pretty baby, c’mere”

you basically skip over to him, smiling brightly up at him, eager to know if he’s happy with your surprise

his hands rest on your arms, rubbing up and down as he sizes you up “ ‘s this your idea lil?”

you nod happily as he giggles and leans to kiss your forehead, “you’re too sweet to me , and look at this lil bow!” he brings his big strong hand up to your hair, twirling the lil white bow around his fingers “best present i’ve ever gotten baby”

he kisses you, bringing you closer to him and pressing your chest to his in passion. the boys behind you stir, gawk and declare various “oh god get a room!” “jesus christ is he checking her tonsils?” “shut up and enjoy the show..”

ep pulls back with that sweet little lazy half smile, still holding you to him and you note how tired he looks— there are bags beneath his eyes and his head hangs slightly in exhaustion, but his eyes shine so bright, with love and cheer and joy and everything you could’ve always hoped to give him & only him forever

“now where’s my ‘jamas snowy?” he asks with a slight taunt, and you turn quickly to grab them as he smacks your butt with a “woooo my boy my boy”, proud to show you off to the fellas

from the bedroom you hear them speak, “e can we take this shit off now? it’s itchin me like crazy?” “just shut your trap & keep it on… look at her lil smile… i’ll kick all y’alls asses if you aren’t holly and fuckin’ jolly when she gets back down here.. got it?!”

and you giggle to yourself, because he really would do anything for you… plus making the boys miserable while he gets to laugh is always a pleasure…

[lllsaslll]

Christmas at Graceland

During the Graceland Christmas tour, our guide told us how they decorate the house and grounds with 90% of the original decorations that Elvis used; even down to the very same tinsel he used on the tree so many years ago!

Every November the archivists pull out the packaged tinsel and use the "Presley method" of clumping it up and tossing it on. And when it's time to take it down, they meticulously collect each strand of tinsel and store it all to be used again the following year.

[alienelvisobsession]

Elvis playing with the statues of an Italian presepe: “Woe, ye mothers!”

Happy Holidays, Elvis fandom! ❤️🎄🎅🎸

[earthbaby-angelboy]

lana just did unchained melody… currently sobbing like a little bitch

[everythingelvispresley]

During a clear out I found this in my late mother's record collection. Going to listen to it sometime.

[searchingforgravity]

10 Days of Smutmas

Hey guys! So I got to thinking and thought it would be really fun to 10 days of Elvis Christmas smut leading up to Christmas day. If you have any christmas themed requests, I would love to hear them! I will be releasing the first on on the 15th. As always, happy reading!

Tag List:

@flowersofcement @horrorgirl4life @father-of-2cats @peaceloveelvis @looloolily @dark-raven031 @tantamount-treason @goldobsessionsworld @mghy

[msamarican]

What I have on my mind right now

Even through Halloween was yesterday I am ready for Christmas everything specially Elvis Christmas music and the Elvis Christmas decor I have coming

[duranduratulsa]

Here is today's Christmas 🎄 CD 💿 Playlist...

Elvis' Christmas (1958)

A Charlie Brown Christmas by Vince Guaraldi (1962)

The Time-Life Treasury Of Christmas (1986)

#elvispresley #elvischristmas #elvis #ACharlieBrownChristmas #vinceguaraldi #timelife #timelifetreasuryofchristmas #cd #50s #60s #80s #christmas #merrychristmas #merrychristmas2023

[burninlovebutler]

i need a graceland nativity scene with elvis as baby jesus

[livelovedilfs]

Am i the only one that thinks elvis’ life would’ve been a lot better if his mom never died :/ he probably would’ve lived longer.

[porcelainface]

christmas eve, i’m laying in my bed allowing myself to fully perceive every tiny glimpse of this bittersweet sadness that permeates this exact night of the year. as the night grows colder, this song becomes my faithful companion, playing softly, cradling me till i fall asleep: i turn into that innocent and melancholic child once more.

merry christmas,

a

[lllsaslll]

Putting together a lil Elvis themed Christmas tree and I think I've settled on navy and gold themed~

At first I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was about these that gave me such strong Elvis energy, but then I realized it's reminding me of the media room at Graceland, my favorite of the rooms in the house!

[thatsallrightmama]

Merry Christmas! Elvis always knew the true King is Jesus 🎸 🎶

[astralkittysauce]