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kiankiwi · 1 year

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just wanted to say I love your writing sm!! 💗💗

I was wondering if I could request a cg!elvis (specifically big daddy elvis 👀) with a little reader where she is in the swimming pool at Graceland and acting very bratty and refusing to get out. elvis gets her favorite things, stuffies, toys etc. to bribe her out of the pool but she still refuses, then he promises her cuddles and she finally gets out and he wraps her in a big towel and they hug for a while by the pool🥺

THANK YOU SO MUCH you have no idea what that means to me <3333 Feedback is always loved. 70's E coming right up!:

You and E were having a day together and it was wonderful weather so you and E were lounging in the pool. You had been in here for hours and were starting to get pruney. E had noticed you were getting pruney as well and in fact it was time for your nap as well so he figured it was finally time to get out and dry off.

"Time's up baby, time to go in and get in your jammies!" You stopped your splashing, trying to read Elvis's face to see if he was just kidding or not. "No, I wanna play." Elvis stands up from his beach chair and walks to the edge of the pool crouching down to talk to you. "I know you want to play baby but you're getting pruney lovie. And it's time for a nap. C'mon bubs you can get all warm and cozy and have some snuggles, huh?"

You back up and lean back, positioning your hands as if you're going to splash Elvis. Elvis raises his eyebrows and puts his hands up to somewhat defend himself from the water. "You better not splash me, Y/N. Don't even think about it." You eye him for a minute before backing away from the idea, but still not getting out of the pool like your daddy asked, going over to grab the ball in the air to make it splash once it comes back to you.

Elvis sighs and walks into the house thinking bribery is the only thing he can think of to get you out of that pool. Usually when you notice him walk away from you, you lose it screaming and crying but you're so caught up in playing that you don't notice he left until he comes back with your favorite blankie over his shoulder and your favorite stuffie in his hand. He shakes it to catch your eye.

"Hey baby, who's this? Wanna come hug your friend? He told me he missed you!" You eye your favorite plushie and oooh do you want to snuggle your face into your blankie but you look around at all the toys in the pool and how nice the water feels on your tanning skin. "No daddy I stay here. Play here."

Elvis has to supress a groan and he tosses your blankie and your stuffy on the beach chair and turns back to you and you scream. "Hey! Don't throw Bubbles! Be gentle daddy!" You're angry now. And you glare at him so he knows it. Elvis keeps trying to coax you gently. "C'mon baby don't you want snuggles? Snuggles with daddy?" Elvis can tell you're actually considering it but at the last second you scream, "NO! PLAY!" Elvis groans, "You little--" Elvis stops to pace a bit and then gets down on all fours by the edge of the pool and reaches out, grabbing your arm and pulling you toward him, picking you up. "Enough, you little monster. We're going night-night then we can play some more later."

You try to wiggle out of his hold and you try to use the advantage that the pool water makes you slippery but you're daddy is prepared that you're gonna start flailing and catches you every which way you go. "No, no, no. We're going in. No negotiations." He knows that too big a word for you to understand in your headspace but you do understand the word no and the fact that he literally just pulled you out of the pool. Elvis takes you to the edge of the sliding patio doors where he meets Jerry who's ready and armed with a warm fluffy towel. Elvis holds you and Jerry wraps the towel around you, tucking it around you securly while you just cry and cry into your daddy's shoulder.

"Oh I know, I know it's the end of the world, I know baby." Jerry chuckles, rubbing your back a bit to comfort and dry you a bit before you go into the house to get ready for naptime.

Eventually after about fifteen minutes of Elvis patting your back and swaying you back and forth still outside, you finally quiet down, just hiccuping and sniffling.

"We doing better, honey?" Elvis asks as he pulls back to look at your face. And sure enough, you're dozing in his shoulder. Elvis chuckles. "Of course little one. All that upsetness and now you're passed out. Jer look at 'er." Elvis walks over to Jerry who's laying up in a beach chair and turns so that he can see you passed out on your daddy's shoulder. "Oh my gosh.." Both the men chuckle and chuckle even more when you feel Elvis's chest move with laughter and you whine at him, wanting to be still. "Sorry lovie."

I was writing about sunshine and pools while I see snow falling lol

I hope you enjoyed! I hope it was okay <33

I also love how 70's e can be the most stern <3

If you have any ideas or requests let me know <333333

Happy reading

#cg!elvis #cgelvis #cg!jerry #daddyelvis #kiwiswriting #anonrequests #anon answered

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earthbaby-angelboy · 3 months

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i need cg jerry

i have a burning urge for cg jerry pleaaasseeee cg jerry i dont care what it is make sure it's cg jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry

jerry is so bbg pleaaaseeeee cg jerry please please pretty please with whipped cream and chocolate syrup and rainbow star shaped sprinkles and a cherry on top and one of those plastic rings in those cupcakes you can get but it has tcb on the ringgggg please cg jerry

cupcake for a sweetie pie | little reader x cg!jerry schilling (wc: 604) - A/N: this was an adorable ask, so i decided to run with it. also keep in mind that i am literally jumping into this completely blind, as there is no info about jerry on the internet or in fics. so, enjoy my shitty first attempt at cg!jerry :-)

Elvis knew you before Jerry did. He had originally spotted you with the intention of dating you, but he quickly saw your kind nature and knew that he couldn't end up breaking a heart as sweet as yours. Enter Jerry. You lived at Graceland with Jerry, Elvis and the rest of the Memphis Mafia and their wives. While you liked never being alone, it could also get annoying because you were, well...never alone.

It so happened that this little adventure started because Elvis had told your papa that he intended on "letting go" of some of the Mafia members, and he didn't want you in the house to hear the commotion. Throwing his wallet and jacket at your very confused caregiver, Elvis ushered the two of you out of the mansion. Rather than wandering around aimlessly, Jerry decided to take you to a quaint little mainstreet, lined with small shops and cafes. It was a delightful day; sunny, but not sticky, and bright without being too unbelievably hot. The sun (quite literally) shined as the both of you walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand, you tucked into Jerry's side. You'd stop and peer into a window display every now and then, but nothing caught your eye. That was, until you spotted a small bakery called Kutie Pies. The outside was pink and yellow, with mint green details that reminded you of the Cadillac Elvis had gifted you…even though you didn't drive. As you halted dead in the middle of the sidewalk and let go of your carer's hand, Jerry exclaimed, "baby, you can't just sto-" "Papa, can we please, please, PLEEEEASE go in? Look at all those yummy treats! I wanna get somethin' for Uncle Elvie and the girls! Maybe some of your friends would want a treat too!"

Jerry paused, and gave a quiet laugh under his breath. You looked adorable, bouncing on your toes, doing what looked like barely-contained jazz hands, and literally jittering with excitement. He wanted to say no for fear of not having enough cash to pay for all of it, but then remembered that he had his boss' wallet. Free reign! "Alright, jitterbug, we'll go in. BUT, you have to pick out something real nice for papa. Can you do that?" You nodded your head, grabbed Jerry's hand, and whipped around into the shop. You bounded up to the counter, practically dragging your poor papa behind you. Standing on your tip-toes, you looked over the high glass counter. The older woman on the other side, with rosy cheeks and big glasses, gave you a smile. '"Hey honey! What can I getchya?"

Surprisingly, she didn't recognize either of you. Mildly disturbed by this, you looked to Jerry, who encouragingly responded "go on, and tell the nice lady what you want." You decided to order a few different kinds of cupcakes for the Mafia, some fancy cookies for their wives, and a lunchbox cake with a pretty flower on it for Jerry. Then it came time to order for yourself. Jerry had left you to your own devices, and was instead looking at every single pastry the bakery had to offer. In your best manners, you asked, "could I also please have a extra big chocolate cupcake with whipped cream, chocolate syrup and rainbow sprinkles, with a cherry on top?" Jerry, overhearing your order, speed-walked over to you. "Little, don't you think that's a lot of sugar for one cupcake?" He chuckled as he shot a nervous glance to the baker, who gave him a small smile and a shrug. "Nope!" You responded, popping the P. "You can never have too much sugar!" …Proving yourself wrong, you spent the next 24 hours running around Graceland, hopped up on sugar.

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #jerry schilling #cg!jerry schilling #caregiver jerry schilling #god this was fun to write!!#the memphis mafia #im sorry if this sucked lol #like i said #kinda going into this blind

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geekcavepodcast · 1 year

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Marvel Comics and Abrams Books Announce “Marvel Super Stories”

Abrams Books is releasing a collection of stories for middle-grade readers. Marvel Super Stories is an anthology consisting of new six-page stories from some big names in comics. John Jennings is the editor of the book.

Characters and stories in Marvel Super Stories include:

Black Panther from Jerry Craft

Wiccan rom Mike Curato

Miles Morales Spider-Man from C. G. Esperanza

Iron Man from John Gallagher

Shang-Chi from Gale Galligan

The Hulk from Chris Giarrusso

Spider-Man from Nathan Hale

Captain America from Michael Lee Harris

Hawkeye from Ben Hatke

Ms. Marvel from Priya Huq

Daredevil from John Jennings

Thor and Loki from George O’Connor

Namor from Lincoln Peirce

Squirrel Girl from Maria Scrivan

Ghost Spider from Jessi Zabarsky

Marvel Super Stories goes on sale on October 17, 2023.

(Image via Marvel Comics - Cover of Marvel Super Stories)

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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hi y'all 💗 no posts this weekend per usual however just a warning, got a couple hurt/comfort posts this week !! (only one little!e post too....crazy right)

if you've sent in a request the last week or so, they'll be posted next week 🫶🏼 finally catching up on everything lol i should have a empty askbox by the end of the week so if y'all got requests im always open to em<3

hope everyone's having a good weekend especially with elvis being out in theaters again ❤️

#see i have myself on a posting schedule but knowing me after two weeks im gonna go back to posting once a week lol #hopefully not tho cause i luv having a schedule it makes me feel comfy #btw if u were the person who requested asking for more cg!jerry i love u and i am bringing u something very fun #lily.txt

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wanderingelvis · 5 months

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Omggg cg!Elvis x littleF!reader who’s sick and keeps slipping into littlespace cuz of how sick she is so he takes care of her despite the possibility of him getting sick? 🥺

Thank you so much for the request!! I hope you like it <3

🧚 Masterlist 🧚

Word count: 2,135

Pairing: Early 70's CG!Elvis x Little F!Reader

Oh Lord, you were trying so hard, so so hard to be a big girl.

You knew that Elvis had so much on his schedule, the Colonel was working him and you too by default. You'd been on the road with Elvis, helping out where you could like the good little girlfriend you were, but it had become all a bit too much and you had caught some sort of bug that was making you feel all kinds of miserable.

And when you were ill, well, that was the most sure fire way for you to slip into little space. You just weren't very good at being independent and coping with the overwhelming and horrible feelings you were having.

But you were trying, you really, really were. You didn't want to interfere with the schedule, Elvis had a lot on his mind and you'd be damned to cross paths with the Colonel when there was so much money to be made. Even when you were feeling your best, you still didn't like to even be in the same room as the Colonel.

All morning you'd felt achey, sore and tingly all over with a fever creeping in. Naturally, you'd been quieter than usual, trying to stop yourself from slipping but it was becoming inevitable.

Your body just wasn't strong enough and you felt exhausted and vulnerable as you sat in Elvis' dressing room as he did a run-through of his show tonight.

You'd found a spare blanket and you were curled up in the corner of the large couch as members of staff and the Memphis Mafia alike walked past you, a few giving concerned looks your way, in particular, Red, who watched as you rested your head on your arms and closed your eyes.

See, being in the state that you were in meant that you had absolutely no concept of time and when you were woken from the light slumber you were in, you had no idea how long you'd been asleep for.

"Baby?" That familiar deep, Southern voice hushed, laced with concern as your eyes sleepily opened, staring up at Elvis who was studying your state with worry on his face after Red had told him that you seemed unusually low today.

You blinked adorably up at him and if you weren't so apparently sick, Elvis would do the most unspeakable things to you.

Elvis sighed, realising how wiped and sick you were as he put the back of his coarse hand on your forehead to check your temperature, which was far too high for his liking.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak, you felt all achey and sore and your head was just so fuzzy that you were pretty much ready to let tears spill down your cheeks.

And Elvis could tell. He'd been with you for long enough now to know your little space 'tells'. You'd go non-verbal, your eyes would get all big and round and glossy, because even after all this time, you still got nervous about being little in front of Elvis - a fact that Elvis actually thought was very sweet and endearing. You'd start chewing on something too, whether it was your toy stuffy, your lip or your fingers, you'd chew on something as you tried to get all your thoughts in order. And there you were, chewing on your lip as you trembled from the fever.

"Oh little one, you ain't feelin' too good huh?" Elvis cooed, to which you shook your head ever so slightly. "Oh baby. Need me to look after you, princess?" Elvis asked as you pushed yourself up feebly, the blanket pooling by your waist as you nodded and rubbed your eyes sweetly.

Effortlessly, Elvis scooped you up in his big, strong arms and your head automatically went to rest on his shoulder as you began to chew on your fingers anxiously, wanting this horrible feeling to go away.

"Y/N is comin' down with somethin' nasty, I'm gon' take care of her, let everyone know they can go home, I ain't leavin' her today." Elvis said to Jerry before he carried you to his private elevator that took him right to the suite that the two of you shared at the top of the International.

As soon as the doors closed, Elvis began to rock you gently. "Gon' get you undressed baby, take off all yer clothes and get you in the tub, give you some medicine that's gon' make you feel all good n'better then we're gon' get you into bed to rest n' take it easy. How does that sound pretty girl?" Elvis soothed.

You nodded into his shoulder, feeling vulnerable and weak as he held you tightly, you couldn't help but let out a couple of sniffles too.

"Little one, d'ya think you can use your words f'me?" Elvis said. He knew you'd go non-verbal whenever you were feeling overwhelmed and little, and usually he wouldn't push you, but when you were feeling little and sick, he needed to know that you could still understand what he was saying and there wasn't anything more serious that was underlying.

"J-Just, don't feel good Daddy." You whimpered and oh if Elvis' heart hadn't broken in two when he first saw you on that couch, it certainly had now.

The name that you'd just called him was definitive confirmation that you were deep in little space and you needed to be treated as delicately as possible.

"I know baby, I know you don't, Daddy's gon' take care of you." Elvis promised, kissing the top of your head as you got out of the elevator into the suite.

Elvis wasted no time in taking you straight to the bathroom, sitting you atop the bathroom the counter as he rolled up the sleeves on his blue silk shirt, one that you'd actually picked out for him because you thought he would look "extra pretty" in it and began to run the bathtub full of warm water for you. He then went through the bathroom cabinet, through the one that held all of the medicines you may need for any particular reason, before he found the right one for your fever and chills.

"Now, you gotta be a brave girl f'me, I know this don't taste too good baby, but it's gon' help make you better, 'kay?" Elvis said as he poured the medicine onto a spoon, ready to feed you as you watched on, grimacing a bit, you hated having to take medicine.

"I don't wanna..." You practically whispered.

"Darlin', I know it ain't nice, but you gotta take it like a good girl, can you do that fr'me?" Elvis said, his tone becoming a little sterner than before, you taking your medicine is not something he was going to compromise on.

You nodded but not without small tears forming, making Elvis feel quietly guilty, he wished that it was him that was sick, he'd give anything to swap places with you. It really did pain him to see you in this state.

"Okay, open them pretty lips fr'me angel, just like that, good." Elvis encouraged as he fed you the spoon with the medicine.

He used his pointer finger on his other hand to poke just under your jaw ever so slightly to close your mouth around the spoon. "Good." He hissed, nodding in approval at how good you were being.

Slowly, he took the spoon out of your mouth as he studied your face, your eyes staring up at him as your nose scrunched up at the sour tasting medicine.

"Baby, that medicine ain't gon' do a damn thing stuck in your mouth like that." Elvis half-heartedly chuckled, knowing you were being a little too stubborn for your own good. "Swallow." He commanded gently.

And, like the good girl you were, you did just that - although with a grimace on your sweet little face the entire time.

"Good girl." Elvis praised softly, as he began to take off your clothes for your bath.

You watched as his coarse, ring-clad hands traced your skin, causing shivers to travel through your already sensitive skin. Elvis hushed you reassuringly, saying sweet nothings to reassure you that you were okay, that he was your Daddy and he was going to make you better, and you believed him.

After you were fully undressed and after Elvis checked the water temperature, Elvis helped you into the tub where you instantly loved the sensation of the hot water on your shivering skin.

"Does my little girl like that?" Elvis smiled warmly as he watched you smile for the first time today, even if it was only a small one.

You nodded as you brought your knees to your chest to rest your head on your knees, your head tilted so you could watch your Daddy.

Elvis grabbed a loofah and took to gently washing you, getting you all soapy and lathered up in the suds as he watched you practically preen in delight at his touch.

"Bein' such a good girl fr' Daddy, ain'tcha?" Elvis soothed.

"Yes Daddy." You said sweetly, your eyes closed in bliss as Elvis continued to wash you all over.

"That's right, that's my girl." Elvis praised as he held out one of your arms to wash it, as if you were some sort of a doll for him to move as he pleased. You were so malleable and so sweet and Elvis loved nothing more than to take care of you.

When Elvis was done washing you, he scooped you up out of the tub and wrapped you up in a fluffy towel, holding you tightly and peppering you in kisses, eliciting a few soft giggles from you.

He knew you were feeling little, you were so overwhelmed and he knew the last week had taken it's toll on you. You were a little people pleaser, so much so, that you'd taken on much more than sweet, little you could manage. You would comply to anyones request and you'd caused yourself to become burnt out and Elvis couldn't help but feel responsible for not stepping in sooner - even if he knew that if he had stepped in, you would've begged him to let you help out as much as possible because you were just a little angel sent from heaven. Elvis quickly got you dressed into your favourite pyjamas that you wore when you were feeling little. They had cartoon horses on them and you'd adorably named each one, one morning whilst Elvis was reading his paper and drinking his morning coffee.

He took special care as he dressed you, mindful that your body was still tender and sore.

As Elvis led you to your bed, you began to feel all drowsy and achey again, making you extra clingy and needy with Elvis, but he secretly didn't mind.

Elvis tucked you up in bed and placed your stuffed bunny in your little grasp, smoothing back your hair that had fallen in front of your face.

After placing a kiss atop of your head, Elvis began to make his way from the bedroom to let you sleep before he heard a whine come from your lips.

"Oh honey, what's the matter?" Elvis cooed, making his way back to the bed before you reached out your arms wide and made grabby hands at Elvis, making him chuckle ever so.

"Daddy, stay," You whimpered. You were not in any fit state to not be close to Elvis. "Don't go, need you." You mumbled cutely.

Elvis smirked as he began to remove his shoes and get atop the bed, next to you, placing one arm across the pillows where your head rested so that you were able to slot into his side and snuggle into him as you clasped onto your stuffed bunny too.

"I ain't goin' anywhere baby, now rest your eyes honey, you need to get your strength back little one." Elvis instructed, his fingers running through your hair, sending shivers through you as you let your eyes close.

Elvis continued to play with your hair as he reached over to his bed-side table with his other hand and grab the telephone.

"Jer? Yeah, Jer, tell the Colonel to tell whoever needs to know that the show ain't happenin' tonight, reschedule, cancel, I don't care. I gotta take care of Y/N, ain't no way I'm leavin' her tonight, not in the state she's in. Okay. Thanks Jer." Elvis said into the receiver before putting it down again.

You couldn't help but feel bad as you nestled into Elvis' side. "Daddy?" You said meekly.

"Yes baby?"

"You don't got to cancel your show Daddy." You said softly, your big eyes looking up at his blue ones.

"Little one, I ain't ever wanna do a show if you ain't in the crowd." Elvis said firmly and you knew he wasn't going to budge on the matter - and with that you drifted off in the arms of your Daddy.

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just-a-carrot · 2 months

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as the finale launch looms ever closer, i've been feeling more and more emotional and nostalgic about the game coming to an end, so i decided to take a moment and think about some of my favorite moments from the game

as an ace person, two scenes that immediately come to mind as being the most cathartic for me are, as you might guess, the bedroom scene in Arc 2, and the bench scene in Arc 4. the Arc 2 one in particular was the first time in the game i'd really gotten to put my own thoughts and feelings into words and self-indulgently create a situation that spoke to the core of me. in Arc 4, i did it again, but a bit more directly, and including another one of my favorite things... angsty pining... 😌 LOL (if it's not obvious at this point, i really really like pining...)

so those scenes will always stick out to me as being some of the most personal and cathartic to me

but i have other scenes that i enjoy as well for other reasons. tbh the whole climax in Arc 4 remains one of my favorites to this day, starting from the ball scene. i just really enjoy how all the threads wove together, and i (clearly) had a bit too much fun drawing a ridiculous amount of CGs for the stall scene

i have a lot of moments in Arc 5 that i really enjoy, as well, whether it's sweet scenes like the night chats in jerry's hideout or funny scenes like the random silliness with the dolls in gidget's manor. tbh i just really like Arc 5 in general so i have quite a few moments i enjoy. and the finale will also have some scenes that are really hard-hitting for me, as somehow the game ended up being even more personal than it already has been and really hitting close to home

anyway, just some rambly thoughts from me. i wonder what are some of everyone else's favorite scenes?

#carrot thoughts

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pumpkzsafeplace · 11 months

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Do u have any advice on dealing with impure regression without a CG ? Is pretty sucky recently :/ <3

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hihi lil bug’ 🌼 (tw/ trauma)

oh i’m so sorry to hear that love :(

i understand how hard it is, i go through the same thing sometimes, especially after therapy <3.

these are tips that help me:

-> going into a small yet comfortable space: sometimes i create my own little dens, sometimes i just sit in the bathroom for a while, sometimes i’ll make a little blanket nest to feel secure in.

-> music! music! music!: i find that music helps stim my mind a little, find a category you like that comforts you & use that to help fight out those thoughts. for me it’s country <3.

-> do small & rewarding tasks: i’ll do small tasks such as eating a piece of fruit, drinking water, cleaning up the table, just small things to give myself positive re-enforcement.

-> comfort toys/blankets: use these to help ground your emotions & protect yourself in a way. for me, it’s my yellow blankie- i have to have it on me when going through impure regression, it helps protect me from the nasty world.

-> activities: i use this for bad meltdowns or bpd episodes too. it’s basically where you use an activity such as writing or painting or colouring to try and rid it from your brain and onto paper. with impure regression, i find that sometimes finger painting helps as it’s both sensory & stimulating.

-> rewards! rewards! rewards!: try to reward anything and practically everything, use positive words instead of negative ones. talk to yourself in third person & just be kind to yourself.

-> movies & tv: watch uplifting cartoons or movies, for me childhood shows such as: tom & jerry, scooby doo, garfield help me but yours can be whatever you like.

also remember that you’re not bad, none of it was your fault & you will get through this. remember that it’s a marathon not a sprint & we learn as we grow <3

and i’m so so proud of you! no matter what <3

i hope this helped,

- 🍰

#agere blog #age regression #agere community #safe agere #sfw age regression #sfw agere #sfw little community #sfw little blog #sfw little post #agere little #agere lifestyle #agere positivity #agere

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earthbabysbooks · 6 months

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MASTERLIST

-hello all you beautiful people!

-(you already know the drill) but my name is calla and i run a blog called @earthbaby-angelboy (previously bellanotchewrites!)

-i decided to make a lil place where i can repost my friend’s works, and give recommendations!

-most of these fics are angsty or about age regression, so dni if it’s not your cup of tea :]

-my messages are open / you can always tag me with fics you think i should repost.

-under the cut begins the masterlist; my personal favorites have a 🧸 next to them!

-thank you for reading, and i hope you find some comfort in these trying times. xx

THE ECU HEADCANNONS

Toby Kwimper general headcannons

Clint Reno general headcannons

Vince and Toby at the beach

Night time routine with Dr. John

ELVIS PRESLEY FICS + HCS

Helping his sick S/O

Comforting his S/O through the loss of a parent

Helping his depressed S/O

Standing up to his best friend’s abusive parents🧸

Helping his S/O enjoy their birthday

El's S/O is a bit too clumsy...

Dad!E picks up his daughter from school

Teenaged Elvis helping the new girl at Humes

Elvis receives a unique piece of fan mail

CG!ELVIS

Buying his little a new plush

Little!reader colors a picture for Elvis

Protective CG!Elvis🧸

Defending his little from the Colonel during the 68’ Special

Helping out his nonverbal little

Defending his little in front of the Mafia🧸

Helping his little who is overwhelmed at his show

Comforting his little who doesn't like change

Helping his little who has PTSD🧸

Cuddling with his little one while in the hospital

BFF!Elvis helping his nonverbal + little best friend

Trying to stay big while on an important trip🧸

Regressing at the beach🧸

Defending his baby while on a movie set

Comforting his little after a nightmare

Helping his baby who is struggling to slip

His very sleepy little, who absolutely will not go to sleep

Elvis spooking his little by firing a "warning shot"

“You’re too little for that”

A night time routine

Elvis gets his girl out of work

Helping his hypochondriac baby

Playing hide-and-seek before bedtime

Irritating Elvis to get his attention

LITTLE!ELVIS

Elvis wins at hide and seek…

Gentle giant🧸

Little!E gets hurt on stage

Christmastime

CG!Jerry and Baby!E’s nighttime routine

Helping Little!E regress

Playing dress-up with Little E

His new teddy bear

ELVIS PRESLEY ESSAYS / NONFICTION

Possible reasons behind Elvis’ use of baby talk🧸

#agere elvis presley #elvis presley #elvis #ecu #elvis cinematic universe

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shibasparklez · 7 months

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🌙✨Jake as a CG!✨🌙

Art credit!

🌙Road-trips! All the time. He plays all of your favorite tunes and sings along with you. Lets you get all kinds of baby snacks for it too. Maybe even buckles you into a car seat. “Just so you’re safe, cariño.” No matter what he always puts your seatbelt on for you, maybe with a kiss on the forehead for good measure.

🌙The most protective while you’re out for walks. Always needs to be holding your hand. Taps on your hand if you get distracted and let go. He gives a lot of non verbal commands, since he’s mostly very quiet.

🌙Likes to watch old cartoons with you! Especially looney tunes or tom and jerry. He likes that old school goofy sense of humor.

🌙He loves toy cars! Sometimes he sits you on his lap and drives the little cars around on the rug for a while. His favorites are the more vintage cars, but he doesn’t mind hot wheels.

🌙If you don’t know a lot of Spanish, he helps you learn a little by giving simple directions. Like if you’re being super bouncy and he needs you to calm down he places his hand on your back like “Siéntate.” (sit down). If you like pet regression, he does this like he’s training a puppy!

🌙Though if you know a lot of Spanish? He’s constantly joking with you when he knows nobody else around you knows Spanish. Leans in while some guy is having an argument to murmur. “¿Cuál es su pinche problema?” (What’s this guy’s problem?)

🌙Puts his jacket on you as a blanket if you fall asleep while he’s driving 🥺

🌙Whistles and hums the theme songs to your favorite baby shows to cheer you up.

🌙Asks you to point out things you see that are certain colors, groups in certain numbers, etc while he’s driving with you. He’s a big lover of any games that can be played on the road in general.

🌙He absolutely melts if you just hold onto his pinkie.

🌙Likes to let you sit in the passenger seat while he’s working as a driver. It’s kind of a “bring your kid to work day” situation.

🌙Would get you galletas de grageas from the bakery! Or polovorones! I’ve tried them both and they’re delicious.

🌙CG song: Sandman - Tai Verdes

#jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #agere #age regression #petre #pet regression #I’ve never done anything like this before but I had the Urge #cuddly nightmares #if you’re a Spanish speaker pls feel free to correct me!#fandom agere #mine 🐇

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corrodedcoffinkid · 2 years

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little!eddie and cg!wayne hurt/comfort?

PARENTAL NEGLECT AND ABUSE TRIGGER WARNING.

Wayne learned quickly that Eddie is nothing short of traumatized.

Ever since he adopted him when he was little, Eddie had his quirks. It was more than just not playing with the other kids or refusing to do his kindergarten homework; It was screaming at night. It was the bedwetting. It was the going mute when he heard anyone raise their voice.

Wayne quickly pieced together just how traumatized Eddie’s parents had left him. His mom passing when he was a baby followed by his convict dad dropping him off on Wayne’s doorstep did a number on the boy.

Not to mention; the abuse.

Eddie’s father would beat him senseless. He blamed Eddie for his mother’s death, and not the cancer. Unknowingly to his father, Eddie is autistic. So, whenever Eddie would stim or go nonverbal or do anything that exhibited symptoms, he would get beat.

By the time he came to Wayne, he was covered in bruises and cuts. He found him on that doorstep late at night. The boy was shaking- scared to death.

He was nonverbal for a week. Wayne had taken him to a hospital, just to get him checked out. Once there, a child psychologist realized they weren’t just dealing with a traumatized child- they were dealing with a traumatized autistic child.

But through trial, error, and unwavering support, Eddie eventually began recovering and growing closer to Wayne.

As the years went by, Wayne realized Eddie got bad at night. So, Wayne spent most of his nights off holding the boy, rubbing his back. Even though they were in poverty, Wayne always made sure Eddie had warm blankets and warm milk at night to help him sleep. For a long, long time Wayne and Eddie slept on the couch next to one another.

Things are different now. Eddie is older, more independent. But… he still had his nights.

Wayne sighs as he tries to push past his nephew. Eddie is determined his uncle isn’t going to work tonight. “Stay home! Please!”

“Son, I’ve got to go to work,” Wayne says calmly.

Eddie’s on the verge of tears. The moment Wayne sees Eddie’s lips trembling and those tears starting to form, he’s putting his work stuff back on the counter.

Content with himself, Eddie chews on his shirt until his uncle is back in his pajamas. Eddie points to the fridge excitedly. “Chocolate milk?”

“Too late for sugar. It’s gonna keep you up.” Wayne sits beside his nephew, and wraps them both up in a blanket. He had stopped by Eddie’s room for something important while he was changing clothes.

“Teddy!” Eddie smiles, and holds the bear to his chest. “Thank you, Uncle Wayne.” He grabs the remote from beside him and flicks through the channels until he lands on Tom and Jerry- one of his favorites.

Eddie falls asleep after about two more episodes. Wayne pats the boy’s back, hoping he would stay asleep through the night.

Wishful thinking.

Within minutes, Eddie is bolting upwards with a scream. Nightmare. “No, no, no! Help!” He gasps and looks around frantically, as if he didn’t recognize where he was. Wayne grabs him, and forces him to look at him. “Son, son! I’m right here, it’s me!”

“Uncle Wayne! Oh, God, it was terrible! He wouldn’t stop hitting me!”

Wayne’s brows furrow. Eddie hasn’t had a nightmare about his father in some time now. “He’ll never lay another hand on you, Eddie. I’m right here.”

Sucking on his thumb for comfort, Eddie curls up against Wayne’s chest. He follows his uncle’s breathing. He rubs his cheek against the comforting fabric of Wayne’s old sleep shirt. “Safe here,” he whispers.

“It will always be safe here.”

Wayne couldn’t be more relieved that he stayed home from work.

#eddie munson #stranger things #autistic eddie munson #steddie #angst #eddie munson autism #steve harrington #wayne munson #abuse tw #hurt/comfort #little!eddiemunson #agere!eddie #sensoryissues!eddie #unclewayneandeddie #adamwrites

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kiankiwi · 1 year

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ok but elvis first time with babysitter jerry was kinda difficult for baby bc we're at home yes but Jerry was the one taking care of him, not us, no mama.

like if he needs a change baby goes to us but is immediately picked up by Jerry and baby kinda whines. also at dinner, he will refuse anything that Jerry gives him and imagine if jerry is like "use the paci El" and baby just whines bc he is like "why is mama not taking care of me?" and baby is just nervous around jerry bc jerry is supposed to be his playmate not his cg! he isn't used to jerry being his cg and bc baby kinda gets scared when he yells at him.

Oh no sweet boy!

We're at home and all we do is play or kinda stand in the background he's so confused. Like playing with him is fine but then sooner or later he needs something and he tries to tell us like hey I want milk or oh no i need a change and when Jerry notices and picks him up (he's facing us and we're not doing anything so he's confused when Jerry picks him up from behind and takes him away to be changed) and he's an absolute terror during this change because he's embarrassed and really he's only comfortable with you helping him (bc it's around the 70's era) so he gets all in his head about it. So he fights and Jerry is really struggling and we almost step in there because we see how much jerry is like "He's clearly upset, help me here" So we nearly break right there but it's soon over and done with and we're back hovering over him, giving him lovin's and it's all forgotten but over and over Elvis keeps going to us and signing things like "Eat" and "help" and even "love you" because he's so used to you making the rules and caring for him and he's almost trying to coax you back into setting the roles right and as Jerry sees him signing at you, he picks Elvis up and bounces him trying to get him to be happy and El is having none of it, he tries to wriggle away but jerry is strong so he can't just get away or he'll fall so he starts crying and throws his head back, leaning away from jerry and is like "YOU'RE NOT MOMMY! MOMMY WANT MOMMY!" And we're just like pause the whole thing I can't im done. and Immediately scoop elvis up and he just smooshes his face into your neck and Jerry is just standing there like I caused this and Elvis refuses to pull back out of your neck no matter what you or jerry say because he just wants his mama. :(((((

I promise all these will be part of a bigger jerry babysitting fic when I can get around to outlining and writing everything we've talked about

@mooodyblue

#cg!jerry #little!e #littlespaceelvis #littleelvispresley #kiwiswriting #madelvis #confusedelvis #elvis presley #sweetboy

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earthbaby-angelboy · 3 months

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when you reveal your regression to E is him figuring out where and how he can make you your very own TCB paci... because he was gonna give you a necklace or ring but now that you've revealed you're little, he thinks you'll love a paci more

a little TCB, a lotta TLC | little!reader x 70s!cg!elvis (wc: 1,394) - A/N: congratulations, your request will be the first full-length cg!elvis fic i've ever written. enjoy!

You had been with Elvis for quite a while now. He knew you like he knew his music; perfectly and imperfectly, for all its quirks and flaws and melodies. He knew when you’d want something at the store by the way your eyes would light up, and he knew that you’d get all shy and blushy when receiving gifts. There was, however, one thing he didn’t know about. The fuzziness that would occasionally overtake your sweet lil brain. Elvis was a caretaker by nature. He cared for everyone, if not in different ways. For the Mafia, he provided work. For his fans, he provided entertainment. But for you, he provided life. He gave you everything you could ask for emotionally, physically, and mentally. So, it only felt right that after having been in his life for such a long while, he deserved to know about your regression.

The discussion with him wasn’t intense. It was gentle and quick, the way you hoped it’d be. You sat him down in the Jungle Room, and explained that when you were overly happy or stressed, something would “click” in your brain and you’d feel like your head was filled with cotton; like you were a kid again. He asked a few questions here and there, but quickly caught on. You were just a kiddo, and as someone important in your life, he seamlessly stepped into the role of a caregiver.

Someday soon after, he was sitting in the den with Charlie and Jerry, two of his closest confidants. You had expressed to Elvis that there was a select few people he could clue-in to your regression, but you didn’t want anyone else knowing. And honestly, Elvis didn’t trust anyone but Charlie and Jerry with the preciousness that was your regression. Tonight, the TV was playing quietly, but where he would usually be shouting at the stupid antics of the people on whatever drama was on, he was silent. The other two men in the room exchanged a glance, and before they could say anything, Elvis spoke.

“Boys, either of ya know a guy who could make somethin’ for me?” “You’re gon’ have to get more specific than that, EP. What ‘somethin’ are we talkin’ bout?” Jerry responded, as Charlie looked on inquisitively.

Elvis sighed. “I don’ really know. I wanna get my baby somethin’, somethin’ TCB. Y’all got the rings and necklaces and such, but I don’ think a lil thing like her wants a gold chain.” He ended with an exasperated laugh.

Charlie’s eyes darted back and forth for a moment before he piped up. ‘Well, you said she usually drops young. How bout’ a pacifier?”

And with that, the idea was born. Elvis wanted to call his jeweler, and have him encrust the pacifier with diamonds and put a garishly large white-gold TCB logo in the middle. After some sketching and a bit of arguing, the guys had convinced him to get you one more age-appropriate, and less lavish. While Charlie and Jerry gave their two cents, it was Elvis that made the final call. He decided on a dark blue pacifier, with pearls and sapphires adorning the edges. The middle had a small, sterling silver TCB logo, and the handle read LOVER DOLL in pink and blue letters.

He wanted to do an elaborate event that would end with him giving you the pacifier, but instead decided to do something more your style. He picked a Tuesday morning, and gave the entire staff the day off. The only people in the mansion were you, and him.

He would usually get up a while after you did, giving you apt time to prepare for the day. However, last night he helped you (unknowingly) pick a blue and white dress that matched the theme of your pacifier. With that, you chose a white bow, some frilly socks, and a pair of your favorite mary-janes. By the time you had finished up this morning, Elvis was already downstairs with breakfast all layed out. Running down the stairs, you noticed him sitting at the head of the table, a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other. The windows were cracked to let in some fresh air, and the sunlight was so perfectly placed behind Elvis that it made him look like there was a halo floating above him.

It was almost comedic, the domestic little life that the biggest entertainer in the world had created for you.

Skipping over to where he sat, you gave him a peck on the cheek. “Mornin’ daddy! How’d ya sleep?”

You asked sweetly as you sat down at the table and smoothed out your dress, a plate of your favorite breakfast already waiting for you. Grabbing a piece of toast and shoving it in your mouth, you looked over at him with wide eyes. He put down his newspaper, and looked at you. He paused for a moment, a smile creeping up to his eyes, and responded, “I slept well, baby.”

You looked at him curiously, but nodded and continued on with your breakfast anyway. Usually, mornings were busy and full of energy. The maids would run around preparing the mansion for the coming day, members of the Mafia would be howling with laughter or arguing over which girl they would get, and Elvis would fill you in on his (and your) plans for the day. This morning, Graceland was silent with the exception of Chuck Berry’s record spinning quietly in the background. The two of you sat in quiet for another couple minutes, until you started to become antsy. Was your daddy mad at you? Did you do something wrong? Did he just need alone time? You decided to break the silence.

You looked over at him, and were a bit surprised to see that he was staring at you with a fond expression on his face. You furrowed your eyebrows and asked, “Daddy…you okay?”

He tilted his head, but didn’t break away from looking at you. “Oh yeah, honey, daddy’s alright. Just can’t believe how lucky I am to have a lil’ dolly like you.” You looked away from him, a small smile on your face. It wasn’t odd for the two of you to have sweet moments such as these, but it was the lack of craziness in the mansion that gave you the idea Elvis may have had something planned.

Shaken out of your thoughts, you looked back to at your carer to see him pulling out a baby blue box from underneath the table. “Sweetheart, you remember how I kept askin’ ya about what lightnin’ jewelry you wanted?” (You had decided that TCB felt too formal, so ‘lightning’ became a nickname for the abbreviation.)

You took a sip of your juice and nodded. “Well…yeah? But you know I don’ want no fancy jewelry…m’ too small for all that.” You said the last part quietly, but of course your daddy heard it.

“I know, yittle. Which is why I had this made.”

He slid the box gently towards you, and you straightened up a bit. Even after all the time you’d been with Elvis, you never grew accustomed to his generosity with gifts. But, for some reason your mind couldn’t grasp, this felt different. You weren’t anxious, but you were instead filled with a hopeful curiosity. Maybe it would be a new bow, or the plushie you’d asked for, or- and before you could get to the next possibility, your hands were opening the box.

Inside, the pacifier.

You stared at it for a moment with a blank look on your face, and then your eyes grew wide with excitement. You jumped right out of your seat, turned to Elvis, and flung your arms around his shoulders. "Thank you, thank you, thank you Daddy! It's so pretty! And it matches my dress, how perfect! Thank you!"

Elvis gave a soft laugh, and tilted his head up to give you a kiss on the cheek. "I'm happy you like it baby, but you gotta be careful! Can't be squeezin' daddy like a ketchup bottle, cause then he won't be able to give ya more of those pretty lil' pacifiers!"

You paused from your hug, and looked down at him. "...You made more?"

"...Shit." "DADDY!"

#elvis presley #70s!cg!elvis #cg elvis presley #elvis agere #this may or may not have been directly inspired by a paci i had custom made...#:)#send an ask if yall want pics #i havent written anything solid in MONTHS so i apologize if this sucks #anyway #love yall xx

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joethetoonfanandoutcast · 8 months

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This is the complete list of characters I would have cameo at a Universal Animation assemblage similar to Once Upon a Studio.

Felix the Cat: Felix the Cat

Woody Woodpecker: Woody Woodpecker, Winnie Woodpecker

An American Tail: Fievel Mousekewitz, Tanya Mousekewitz, Papa Mousekewitz, Mama Mousekewitz, Yasha Mousekewitz, Tiger, Henri le pigeon, female pigeons, Tony Toponi, Bridget, Honest John, Gussie Mausheimer, Warren T. Cat, Digit, Maus Street Maulers, Cat R. Waul, TR Chula, the Cactus Cat Gang, Miss Kitty, Wylie Burp

Land Before Time: Littlefoot, Cera, Petrie, Ducky, Spike, Littlefoot's grandparents, Chomper

Opus 'n Bill: Opus, Bill the Cat, the ducks

We're Back!: A Dinosaur's Story: Rex, Elsa, Woog, Dweeb, Louie, Cecilia, Vorb, Stubbs, Captain Neweyes, Dr. Bleeb

Casper: Casper the Friendly Ghost, Stretch, Fatso, Stinky

Babe: Babe, Fly, Rex, Ferdinand, the mice

Balto: Balto, Jenna, Boris, Steele, Muk, Luk, Nikki, Kaltag, Star, Dixie, Sylvie, Rosy

Rocky & Bullwinkle: Rocket J. Squirrel, Bullwinkle J. Moose (in their 2D/CG 2000 looks), Fearless Leader, Boris Badenov, Natasha Femme-Fatale (in their 2D 2000 looks)

Curious George: Curious George, Ted the Man in the Yellow Hat, Maggie Dunlop

The Tale of Desperaux: Desperaux, his parents, Chiaroscuro "Roscuro", Chef Andre, Boldo

Despicable Me: Felonious Gru, Lucy Wilde, the Minions, Dr. Nefario, Margo, Agnes, Edith, Kyle, Vector, Mr. Perkins, Silas Ramsbottom, Eduardo Perez/El Macho, Antonio Perez, Scarlett Overkill, Herb Overkill, the Nelsons, Balthazar Bratt, Dru Gru, Marlena Gru, Fritz, Clive the Robot, the Vicious Six, Master Chow, Wild Knuckles' henchmen

Hop: EB, Easter Bunny, the Pink Berets, Carlos, Phil, bunnies, chicks

The Lorax: the Lorax, the Once-ler, Ted, Audrey, Mrs. Wiggins, Granny Norma, Aloysius O'Hare, O'Hare's bodyguards, Sy the Delivery Guy, the Hummingfish, the Swommee-Swans, the Barbaloots

The Secret Life of Pets: Max, Katie, Duke, Gidget, Snowball, Mel, Buddy, Pops, Tiberius, Rooster, Chuck, Liam, Daisy, Hu, Sergei, wolves

Sing: Buster Moon, Miss Crawley, Herman, Rosita, Norman, their piglets, Gunther, Johnny, Marcus, Stan, Barry, Ash, Lance, Becky, Eddie Noodleman, Nana Noodleman, Mr. and Mrs. Noodleman, Hobbes, Meena, her mother and grandparents, Mike, Nancy, Suki Lane, Porsha Crystal, Jimmy Crystal, Jerry, Nooshy, Darius, Klaus Kickenklober, Clay Calloway, the Q-Teez

The Grinch: the Grinch, Max, Fred, his mate and calf, Donna Who, Cindy-Lou Who, Bean, Buster, Bricklebaum, Mabel, Groopert, Axl, Izzy, Ozzy

Super Mario Bros.: Mario, Luigi, Princess Peach, Toad, Bowser Koopa, Donkey Kong, Cranky Kong, Kamek, penguins, Giuseppe

Migration: the duck family, Delroy, Pigeon, Erin

Characters I'm unsure would make the assemblage:

The Veggies of VeggieTales

The Jetsons, Mr. Spacely and anyone involved in Jetsons the Movie

And for real-life people:

Steven Spielberg, David Kirschner, George Miller, and Chris Meledandri as themselves.

What do you think?

#once upon a studio #universal animation #illumination crossover

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mooodyblue · 7 months

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Could you write something about caregiver Elvis and his self-conscious little?

Like when it's time for their bottle they refuse to drink, and they stop sitting on his lap and start to play quietly by themselves instead of playing energetically with Elvis or Jerry because they think that they have gained weight.

thank you for the request ^^

pairing: cg!elvis x gn!little!reader

wc: 855

warnings: body image issues

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there was a saying that you gain weight when you're in a happy relationship. you tried to make that not the case for your current relationship, despite your love for elvis.

elvis noticed how hesitant you were about being little today. he just wasn't sure why. it was always the two of you playing, him bouncing you on his lap and sometimes picking you up to twirl you around in the sparkly new dress or outfit that you bought. but not today. something felt off.

no pretty clothes, none of the clothes you wore that made you feel little….not even a bottle. you were wrapped up in a blanket, staring at the tv blankly. he wandered into the living room, looking over at you, “baby,” he cooed, “you want your bottle?”

“no.” you muttered back.

what? no bottle? “a-are ya sure, honey?” he asked curiously. it was so unlike you to not want a bottle, you always wanted milk or a sippy cup full of apple juice. “how ‘bout a snack?”

“no.” you said again.

“well, sheesh darlin’, at least have some manners n’ say no, thank you.” he put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow. “what’s got ya all grouchy today?” he walked over to you, sitting on the sofa.

“‘m fine.” you kept your eyes glued to the tv, only speaking in short sentences.

he shook his head and picked you up gently to set you on his lap, a soft whine escaping your lips. this was the problem. elvis grunted when he picked you up, he used to never grunt. the only reasoning in your brain was that you’d gained a bit of weight. you wanted to climb off his lap, hide yourself away, but you knew he’d just get mad. “ah, i know what ya need. a nice nap, huh?” he suggested, grinning.

you couldn’t say no to a nap. except that nap only made you feel worse.

elvis did his best to cheer you up. eventually, you were in your own other world, on the floor playing with blocks as you proudly spelled out words that he said to you. it was a good distraction from the vile thoughts inside your brain.

he got down on the floor beside you, pulling you into his lap as he began to help you stack letters together. you let a tiny whine out, trying to wiggle out of his hold. “you got ants in your pants?” elvis teased. you escaped from his hold, crawling away and moving to play with something else by yourself.

“alright…” he sighed, crawling over to you and sitting beside you. “what’s gotten into you today, baby? what’s the matter, huh?” he rubbed his hand in circles on your back gently.

you shook your head, hiding away from him.

“honey…” he frowned.

the look on elvis’s face was enough to make you cave in. “‘m not little enough.” you muttered, picking at the plush carpet underneath you.

he turned to you confused, “not lil’ enough?” he repeated back. “what do you mean? you’re my baby, aren’t ya? my little one?”

“‘too….big.” you didn't look at him, keeping your head down.

“big?” he repeated, confused.

“fat.”

elvis widened his eyes, “woah! now, hold on.” he tilted your face up with his fingers underneath your chin, forcing you to look at him. “where the hell did that come from? we don't use those words in that way in this house.” he said sternly.

“y-you make noises when y-you pick me up ‘n you're always like…’oh you've had enough’ when ‘m havin’ a bottle o-or a snack and—”

“baby…baby, my god” he quickly interrupted, putting his hands on your cheeks. “don't go talkin' like that. it hurts my feelings.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, taking your hands in his. “you know why i tell ya when you've had enough? cause if i don't—you’ll go ‘n eat or drink too much ‘n get yourself an upset tummy. then you'll be cryin' ‘bout how icky you feel, we don't want that, do we?”

“w-well…no….”

he interrupted you again, “and baby, i’m an old man. my body ain't what it used to be. them nosies i’m makin’ when i pick you up or sit you in my lap? they're old man noises, honey.” he chuckled. “give your old man a break.”

“daddy’s not old….” you pouted.

elvis let out a small laugh, “well, thank you. but i’m serious, baby. i love you. i don't care how much ya weigh and it ain't none of my business. you're beautiful, lil’ one. i love all of ya.”

you hated when you let your insecurities get to you when you were little, especially when it was when you felt the safest. but elvis’s sweet words and reminders made you feel a little better. you gave him a small smile, nodding. “i love you too, daddy. ‘m sorry.”

“can daddy hold ya in his lap again? we gotta finish this lil’ tower you got goin’ on here.” he ushered you over, lifting you up and setting you in his lap—now without the grunts.

#elvis x reader #divider by saradika

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wanderingelvis · 1 year

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i was wondering (and totally lmk if i’m like spamming you i totally don’t mean to) if you could write a fic where elvis meets an innocent reader on the set of a movie.(the reader is an extra) and elvis begins to notice the readers little space habits and suspects it. one day, after overhearing some of the other male cast members make rude remarks about the reader and elvis decides it’s time to take the reader home where he can protect them. elvis calls the reader over to his trailer and starts to make the reader drop, so that he can take the reader home and be their daddy.

i loved this request sm that it’s gonna be a two-parter!! so here’s part 1! ✨

🧚🏻 Masterlist 🧚🏻

Word count: 3,101

Pairings: 70s CG!Elvis and Little F!Reader

Warnings: little space lifestyle, manipulation

It was your first proper job. The one that you were proud of, that your parents would tell their friends about and it was a lot of pressure.

You were the newest person to Elvis’ little performing circle and Elvis always made a point to get to know his band and performers - how else could he put on a successful performance if not everyone was on the same page and trusting each other?

After spending time alone with you and in a group setting, Elvis had his suspicions about you. You had all the qualities of someone with a little personality - docile, submissive, wide-eyed, easily overwhelmed and eager to please. Now, Elvis knew that this meant that you could just be sweet and innocent, adjusting to the chaos of his world, but Elvis figured that even if you were just that, the little lifestyle would certainly help you cope in dealing with all of it.

The first time Elvis really suspected anything was during a break in recording, when a stuffed animal fell out of your locker in front of everyone. You furiously tried to stuff it back in, hoping that no-one had seen, but you'd caught Elvis', Jerry and Sonny's eyes as well as a few others. Your cheeks heated a violent shade a pink, as you tried to sort yourself out, getting increasingly flustered and overwhelmed. As Elvis observed you from afar, he knew you couldn't look after yourself properly, someone was going to have to do it for you.

From then on, Elvis had quietly instructed Jerry to have someone watch over you, making sure you were okay and reporting back to Elvis.

Elvis had been told by Charlie that he’d spotted you in the park by the studios colouring pretty pictures under a tree, whilst Red had informed Elvis that you stopped past every stray cat in the lot, crouching down to speak to it, feed it if you could and stroke it.

Elvis knew you were a little angel sent straight from heaven and he knew he had to have you. Elvis devised a somewhat sinister little ploy to get him in your good graces, for you to see him in a caregiver light from your first proper encounter.

The fame and power that came with Elvis meant that all he needed to do was slip the security a $100 dollar bill and in exchange, he and his small entourage were given the keys to every locker. He only really trusted Jerry with this operation as he made Jerry break into your locker and retrieve your teddy bear from your locker and bring it to Elvis. Now, Elvis knew that his actions were going to cause you distress, but he figured that in the grand scheme of things, you’d be better off for it - that’s how Elvis liked to justify many of his less-than-moral escapades.

“Thanks, Jer.” Elvis said, grabbing the plush, brown teddy bear with a pink bow tie from Jerry who remained slightly confused at Elvis’ intentions.

“Now what, EP?” Jerry asked, curiously.

“Now, I’ll give it back to her when the timing is just right.” Elvis said, leaving Jerry just as bewildered. Jerry figured it was better to just let Elvis do whatever it was that he needed to do rather than question it. There was a method to his madness, Jerry tried to tell himself.

When you realised that your beloved and treasured teddy bear, Binky, was missing, it felt like your whole world had fallen apart - or at least the secure feeling of it that your teddy bear gave you.

You tried real hard not to let the sheer panic and distress seem obvious as you stood at your open locker, quietly hyperventilating that your most trusted teddy was gone. She was a reminder of home, that helped steady you when things where getting all a bit much for little, sweet you.

You began to pace the locker room, thinking maybe she’d fallen out of your bag somewhere and been misplaced but the panic inside of your tummy was growing as your started to realise she was nowhere to be seen.

You see, Elvis was watching you from a tall window above the entry locker room, from the top of a stairwell as your distress confirmed to him that you were indeed a little, even if you didn’t know it yet.

You tried to keep your composure as you went into rehearsals with Elvis and the rest of the crew. It was safe to say you were feeling very wobbly and nervous, your lost teddy bear playing persistently on your mind. You were worried you’d dropped her in a puddle or left her on the bus on the way to the studio, what if she was scared? You could’ve sworn that you’d put Binky in your locker along with your bag, but you knew your memory wasn’t the best and now you were just so confused, right before you had to go and record.

Sheepishly, you wandered into the studio where a couple of people were already set up and chatting. You walked over to your stool and microphone, sitting down and patiently and quietly waiting for Elvis and everyone else to appear.

You were trying to remain calm, you knew you needed to be a big girl right now, not crying over some silly bear, you just couldn’t help the anxious feeling that was creeping its way into your body.

When Elvis appeared he went around the small room greeting everyone, making sure they all felt comfortable and good - and that’s when he landed on you.

“Ready to record, Y/N?” Elvis asked in a surprisingly softer tone, a little more hushed than usual.

You offered a small smile and nod, your quiet demeanour making Elvis raise his eyebrow at you, even if he knew why you were quiet.

“Everythin’ alright honey?” Elvis asked gently.

“Just tired.” You mumbled albeit remaining very polite. Elvis nodded and continued on.

The recording was going well until your microphone fell from its stand as you tried to adjust it, causing a loud bang in the isolated room. You apologised skittishly, and you thought everything was going okay until you screwed up your lines, your brain just going fuzzy.

Feeling a little worked up, you apologised again, especially to Elvis, who just sent you a nod of acknowledgment before continuing.

When the horrendous session was finally through, you quietly began to gather your bearings and sort your equipment when you realised someone much taller had approached you.

“Y/N? Elvis would like to see you right away in his trailer.” A man, who you believed to be called Jerry, told you. You gulped, realising you were likely in for a big telling off after ruining several takes with your clumsy and distracted self.

You followed Jerry compliantly, you wouldn’t ever disobey any command, you didn’t trust yourself to know better and you wouldn’t dare go against anyone. Jerry led you to Elvis trailer, doing an odd pattern of knocking, probably so that Elvis knew it was him. Jerry nodded at you and opened the door, before walking off to tend some other business.

You tentatively wandered into the trailer that you’d never been in before. You liked it a lot, velvet reds, an oddly comforting scent of cigar smoke, designs for performance outfits pinned on a wall and even a few pistols laid out on a counter.

“Y/N?” Elvis said cooly, snapping you out of your observations, you noticed you’d begun nibbling your finger whilst looking around - a childish habit that for some reason, you couldn’t get out of.

You just smiled sweetly, unsure what Elvis wanted but fearing you’d let him down during the recordings.

“Do you know why I called you here Y/N?” Elvis asked gently, relaxing on the couch as you stayed fixed in your spot, not daring to move unless told to.

The size difference between you was immense, you felt utterly dwarfed by his presence. He wasn’t even the tallest guy on the lot, despite being very tall, yet he seemed to tower over just about everyone.

You panicked a little at the question, fiddling with you fingers. “M’in trouble for messing up the recording?” You asked meekly, shy to even admit it.

“Not in trouble sweetheart,” Elvis assured gently. The pet name made your tummy do a little somersault - a sensation that was foreign to you but one that you quite liked. “Everyone’s got bad days, you didn’t seem yourself in there,” Elvis said observantly.

You were feeling wobbly. Now, you weren’t actually accustomed to the little space lifestyle so you didn’t really understand the feelings you often experienced, you couldn’t really articulate them in any way to yourself, let alone to somebody else. But you knew when you felt a little different, you felt, as you put it, wobbly. It was that feeling of anxiety, mixed with neediness and vulnerability.

You weren’t exactly sure what triggered feeling wobbly either. You knew that it could happen when you woke up in the morning, if something out of the ordinary happened in your routine, if you were scared or even if you were happy.

You blinked a little, worried about a potential onset of tears if you admitted to Elvis you’d lost Binky.

“I, um, I lost somethin’ just before the session, and, and,” You frowned a little, getting frustrated at yourself at tripping over your words. “I guess, it was just on my mind lots. M’sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise.” You said earnestly, your nerves and flustered state seeming obvious to Elvis, who patted the spot on the couch next to him.

“C’mere.” Elvis cooed and you complied without a second thought, making your way over and sitting down next to the big man. “Whatcha missin’ darlin’?” Elvis asked, despite knowing.

“My bea-“ You stopped yourself, feeling all hot and bothered at mentioning that you were so devoted to a soft toy, thinking how silly you’d look in front of Elvis. “No, it’s silly.” You mumbled.

“If it’s causin’ you this much upset little one, it ain’t silly.” Elvis soothed, the pet name doing a number on you again, giving you those strange wobbly feelings.

You’d always found Elvis attractive, even before you started working with him. However, there were little things that you really liked about him, such as when you were standing in line next to him in the canteen area, he’d always help serve your plate up, always insisting on more green vegetables to keep you healthy.

It was like he was a dominant albeit gentle and encouraging presence and you really were drawn to him, even if it was unprofessional.

“I have a teddy bear and I lost her and she’s really special to me and I don’t know where I put her a-and I thought, I thought,” You we’re starting to get worked up and panicky all over again, this time in front of someone so famous and powerful that it was making the situation worse. “I put her someplace safe but when I looked she was gone and she helps me and I don’t know what to,” You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears began to pool in your eyes.

You dared not look at Elvis, only imagining his face when he realised how weird you were. Yet all you felt was a large hand on your back, gently rubbing soothing circles which helped.

“Oh little one, I’m sorry.” Elvis cooed as you hiccuped adorably by his side, your feet not quite reaching the floor in comparison to his which were outstretched. “What does she look like hm?”

“Um, um, she, she’s got um, brown fur and she’s got a pink bow tie and it’s um, it’s real pretty,” You stammered, feeling so wobbly and small as tears began to trickle down your puffy cheeks.

“A pink bow tie?” Elvis asked with you nodding and sniffling in response. “Well, I did happen to notice a teddy bear out in the entrance to the lot earlier, a teddy bear with a pink bow tie in fact.” Elvis said and for the first time since you entered his room, you looked straight up at him.

“Really?” You sniffled, your eyes wide as you wiped them with your sleeve.

“Want to come with me and we can take a look and see if she’s yours?” Elvis said gently. You nodded yet again, feeling just a bit too wobbly to keep using words. “Okay sweet girl, let’s go.”

Elvis helped you up a little, taking your small hand in his large one as you went to another room. You realised that lots of trailers were interconnected from the inside and Elvis had so much space.

You were surprised at how sweet and kind Elvis was being. You’d expected him to find you odd, but he was being gentle and soft with you, as if he knew you were feeling a little unsure of yourself and in a wobbly state of mind.

When you turned a corner, you entered a room where lots of other men, who you realised later were Elvis’ Memphis Mafia, were all lounging on the couches, laughing and drinking. At the sudden surprise at the large crowd of loud men, you tried to hide behind Elvis a little, shuffling your body behind his whilst holding his hand a little extra tightly, which he couldn’t help but smirk at.

“Outta here, fellas.” It was just three words but they all quickly obliged Elvis’ request, leaving within a minute of the command. It made you realise the power and control Elvis held. “Sorry about them, honey.” Elvis said, offering you a smile.

He led you a draw, opening it and pulling out Binky, with you tearing up all over again at the mere sight of her.

“That’s her, that’s Binky.” You said, wiping your eyes again as you hiccuped. Relief washed over your small body as you wrapped your arms around Elvis, as far as they would go. “Thank you, thank you, you saved her!” You cried sweetly.

“Oh darlin’, look atchu, look at the state you’re in, all worked up, hm?” Elvis cooed, grabbing some tissues from a box on the table and kneeling down to gently dab it under your eyes and nose. You felt a little embarrassed at the way you were, but you couldn’t help it if you tried, you were just an overwhelmed little thing.

“M’sorry, I was just real worried and she, she’s real special t’me.” You said softly.

“I know she is, I know baby. Binky’s a pretty name, you give her that name sweet girl?” Elvis asked you, trying to make you feel better.

Elvis was secretly thrilled at how everything had turned out, you were even more vulnerable than he’d initially anticipated. He could tell that you were feeling little, you just didn’t know how to articulate it, just like a little one.

He wanted to protect you and take care of you so badly, here you were, right in front of him, a sweet, beautiful, docile, gentle, naive little thing and he just had to have you.

“Uh huh.” You said sweetly, “I had her all my life and she just makes me happy and helps me when I’m feelin’…” You trailed off a little, unsure of how to describe how you felt to Elvis.

“A bit confused hm?” Elvis said, finishing your sentence for you. You nodded, grateful that Elvis was able to think for you. “I bet she’s been helping you with your new job here?” Elvis asked.

“Jus’ get scary sometimes.” You admitted, almost whispering as Elvis continued to kneel in front of you.

Both you and Elvis realised you were feeling extremely ‘wobbly’ as you’d put it, as you started chewing on your fingertips anxiously.

“I know it can baby, you’re doin’ a real good job of it baby.” Elvis hushed.

“Really?”

“Really. How’s about I make you a lil’ promise honey?” Elvis suggested, gently taking your fingers from your mouth and holding them in his own hands. “How’s about, whenever you feel scared, or even a lil’ bit nervous or confused, you come knock on that door and you come find me? You can do whatever you like, you and Binky, you can even have a nap if you need to. How does that sound, little one?” Elvis said, pushing stray hairs behind your ear tenderly, making shivers go down your spine.

You nodded again, liking the idea very much. You had some friends in this place but you often found it all very overwhelming and stressful. Elvis had been nothing but a calm, authoritative presence and you craved more and more of him.

“Good girl.” Elvis praised.

And that’s how the next couple of months ensued. Elvis delighted in you seeking him out for comfort. At first, it was only a couple of times a week but eventually, you’d be in his dressing rooms practically every day.

Elvis had made it a safe haven for you, he’d even given you your own draw, where you’d keep Binky, knowing she was much better off there than in your locker. It also held a colouring book with lots of different paints and colouring pencils for you, which you enjoyed doing quietly between each rehearsal. Elvis has even put some of your favourite snacks in there for if you were ever feeling peckish.

It had everything and Elvis gave you everything. You felt so looked after and cared for that it was becoming difficult to not become totally dependent on Elvis. It was at the point where Elvis, or one of his men, would now pick you up from your little apartment and drop you back, even if that meant you staying far later than your finished time. But you didn’t mind, you loved the tranquil and safe space Elvis had made for you. You loved doing your pretty colours for Elvis whilst he worked on other projects throughout the day, as you eagerly awaited his return so that you could run up to him and show him all your pretty pictures.

Elvis was surprised at how quickly you seemed to slip into the routine he’d provided for you. You were everything he wanted and more - beautiful, gentle, kind, naive and little.

The only thing left to do was to officially introduce you to the little lifestyle, and Elvis couldn’t wait.

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