#cg!elvis and little!reader

[kiankiwi]

⟡⋆˚✿˖°ִ ༘࣪⋆ Request! ⟡⋆˚✿˖°ִ ༘࣪⋆

I was wondering, can you make Cg!Elvis with newborn!reader who’s sensitive, clingy, struggles with anxiety and depression if you can!

(HC?)

⟡⋆˚✿˖°ִ ༘࣪⋆ thank you for you time! ⟡⋆˚✿˖°ִ ༘࣪⋆

- ( #cg!elvis )

Decided to do a fic this time instead of a headcannon!

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Elvis had a feeling you'd slip today, over the last few days you were just not yourself. You have struggled with anxiety and depression for a while and he could tell you were headed for a spiral. It was inevitable and he knew it was soon. And usually to cope with it, you regress to a very babylike state. Even though Elvis knew you were going to most likely slip sooner rather than later, he had a lot of work to do that he couldn't get out of, despite wanting to just take care of you. But he made sure that Jerry could hang out with you and you wouldn't be alone whenever you did end up slipping.

Jerry has never had to deal with you upset. Mainly because he was the fun uncle that spoiled you and gave you almost whatever you asked for. But today you were just too upset. "Baby girl, I don't know what the problem is, you're gonna have to help me out." Jerry said as he was holding you chest to chest on the couch in the Jungle Room as you cried and pushed your hands against his chest. "Wan' daddy!" you screamed. "I know sweetheart, I know you do. But daddy's with the Colonel right now." You screamed. You hated the Colonel, he took your daddy away from you all the time, usually when you needed him. And it just wasn't fair. "I know. He's a meanie huh." Jerry kissed your forehead.

"Here, do you want to rock with Jer, hm?" Jerry took you over to the spare rocking chair in the Jungle Room and sat in it with you. You fought him immediately as you tried to cradle you. "Oh okay, you wanna sit up and look around?" You sat on his knee and pointed to the door of the room, "Daddy?" "No, sweetheart, daddy's not home yet, do you want to call him, talk to him?" You nodded. You were feeling like trash mentally and you loved Jerry but you wanted daddy. He made you feel safest. All you wanted to do was cry and cry to your daddy. That's all you needed.

"Hello?" You heard your daddy's wonderful voice on the line. "Jer, what's going on man?" You held back the scream you wanted to let out.

"Hey, E, I know you're busy but we got an upset bubba. She seems to not want anything to do with me and is really just missing you. Can you just talk to 'er for me? You're on speaker."

Jerry let you hold the phone as Elvis spoke to you. "Baby, what's the matter? What's got you so upset darlin'?" "Daddy! I got the scary feeling 'gain!!" You yelled, rubbing your tiny hand over your chest.

Elvis immediately knew from experience that the 'scary feeling' was your anxiety. You often slipped from feeling anxious or depressed. "It's alright sweetie, we've been through this before and what does daddy always say? You're at home. You are safe. And daddy and Jerry will never let anything happen to you."

"B-but--" Elvis cut you off. "Aht, baby, remember don't play the what if game, that just makes the scary feeling worse."

"Daddy come home? H-h-hold me."

"Baby, take a big breath for me. In and out, remember. You can do it." You and Elvis practiced a few rounds of deep breaths. "Good job lovie. I'm sure Jerry's holding you right?" "Want you..." You whined. "I know sweet girl but daddy's hard at work in the studio working on songs so I can buy you all your little things okay? But Jer is there with you and I'll be home so soon." He didn't tell you when more because he didn't want to break a promise and besides, you were too little to understand the concept of time anyway. "Daddy! Want my daddy!" You screamed. You began screaming again as Elvis revealed he couldn't come home.

He couldn't take it, you were upset and he just couldn't have that. He just couldn't. He was s"Colonel," He yelled. "I gotta go. YN is upset." "There's no way, boy, we still have work to do!" He said, blocking the door to the studio.

"I don't care, Parker. My baby is upset and won't calm down. That means she needs her daddy. So, I'm going. End of story. Now get out of my way!"

In his haste to tell the Colonel he was leaving, he forgot to end the call and Jerry and you heard every word of the Colonel being put in his place.

"Hear that baby, daddy's coming home to figure out what's wrong!" Jerry said as you whimpered on his shoulder. "You'll be alright sweetie."

Thirty minutes later, Elvis came home and searched his mansion. "Jerry? Princess?" He yelled. "In here!" Jerry yelled from the jungle room. "Daddy!" You yelled, starting to sob all over again now that your daddy was home and close to you. You could tell you were getting more fuzzy by the second; feeling yourself drop even more from your current toddler headspace into a babyspace.

Elvis ran in and opened his arms to you. "Hi sweet girl! Hi honey, what's the matter? What's got you so sad?" You just continued to sob as Jerry handed you over and you snuggled into your daddy's arms.

You were too little to tell him why you were sad and anxious in the first place. You barely knew the reason yourself. All you knew is the anxious feeling started when you woke up from your nap and daddy was gone and Jerry was watching you.

"Okay baby, if you can't tell me what's wrong can you talk with your hands please?" It took you a minute to get your shaky fingers to cooperate but you eventually signed Scary, Sad and Chest to tell him your anxiety was sitting in your chest.

"Okay so you still have that scary feeling and it's sitting in your chest?" You nodded, fisting his shirt in your hands. "Okay okay baby, you're okay, I promise you're okay?" You shoved your face into your daddy's shoulder, just holding on to him.

"Was she like this the whole time?" Elvis asked. Jerry nodded. "I think she just got anxious when she woke up from her nap and found you were home, not me." You nodded wordlessly into daddy's shoulder.

"Is that it?" He cooed to you. You nodded again. "I'm so sorry baby, I'm home now, I'm not leaving again." You hugged him tight and finally took a deep breath.

[jhoneybees]

Talkative

Here's a cute little blurb, you lovelies 💕

Characters: Late 60s!Elvis X little! reader

Warnings/triggers: Little lifestyle, age regression

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

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

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

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

“I love you, y’ know that?”

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

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

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh Honey-”

[wanderingelvis]

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.

[katiscrying]

I’ve been holding myself back but I keep reading cg!elvis x little!reader fics and I’m going insane from how CUTE THEY ARE ☹️🤍

So here’s my Drabble ⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪

Tw(s): Cursing, pet names (baby, lil’ one, honey), use of y/n, angsty?

70s!elvis

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It’s been a week of work hell for Elvis and with the work load and being in the studio for at least 10-12 hours straight meant that his sweet lil’ one wasn’t getting as much attention as they deserve and he feels awful for it but you seemed to understand.. right?

Well yes, you know daddy doesn’t do it on purpose but you don’t like it. One bit. Now, you’d never purposely aggravate Elvis when your little but being needy for attention is close to just doing anything for it.

You came up with a little harmless plan that you know damn well Elvis would turn his attention to you in an instant. He knows not to swear in front of you but when he does on accident or by protecting you when your little in fear you’ll repeat the words but you don’t.. at least didn’t. You’d always hear his voice go stern as he’d lower to your height and say; “now don’t you say none of that, y’too lil’” in which you had always nodded with a “i wont daddy”. This time you decided to oppose your own words.

Elvis got home from the studio earlier than expected and when your little headspace went head on with your big headspace after a little trigger name echoed through your ears.. ‘baby’. While you both lounged out on the couch, Elvis assuming that the work was slowly halting when the phone in his office began ringing. A sigh escapes his lips as he gets up. “Gotta take that, lil’. You behave ‘kay?” You cross your arms and don’t nod but instead with your little voice you sit up and confidently say “damnit.”

Elvis was already close to the frame of the door when he froze. You watched as he turned around. “Excuse me—?” He says confused but alerted. “Nuh-uh lil’ one. You are too little for them words” he says with a stern yet still stunned tone you’d said a big word.

You keep your arms crossed and a small pout forming in your lips as he focuses solely on you.. just letting that phone ring. This is far more important. He levels himself to your sight of vision and with that same voice you always dislike hearing:

“Now why’d y’go and say that word, y/n? You are way too lil’ to use those naughty words ‘specially ‘round daddy.”

He waited to see if you had a response but you didn’t. Not even a peep.

“well?” He says, his arms folded.

Your eyes cloud up with tears, looking up at him. “M’ sorry, daddy..” Your voice shaky and your bottom lip quivering as you softly murmur. This throws Elvis off a bit. Why were you crying so suddenly?

“Hey, hey, lil’ one, what’s the matter?” His voice goes soft as his hands rub your smaller ones. “Said a bad word.. n daddy’s mad at me” you sniffle, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your cardigan.

“Hey, no— no. Daddy ain’t mad he’s just wonderin’ why yer swearin’ when you know you ain’t supposed to..” he says with a reassuring look on his face , his other hand reaching up to wipe your warm tears.

“Now, you wanna tell daddy why y’said that?” He asked again, softer and in a more coaxing manner. You sniffled before everything spilled out in word vomit. “Was just trying to get your attention, daddy.. didn’t wanna swear. You been busy all week n’ I know that.. but daddy don’t want his baby no more—”

His eyes go wide in shock as he listens before quickly shutting those thoughts down.

“Woah, woah, woah, honey— slow down..” he trails off, pulling you closer to him.

“None of that is true, honey. None. Daddy’s been busy and you’ve been such a good girl understanding that but you think I don’t want my baby no more?” You nod at his words, looking away from him but his fingers gently grasp your chin, making you look at him.

“Daddy always wants his baby.. even when he’s busy. Dontchu think anything different. Now let me wipe those tears.” The pads of his thumbs wipe the remains of those warm tear tracks on your cheeks before he picks you up. His arm supports your bottom as your smaller frame. “I think someone needs a nap m, lil’ one”

You nod your head that’s resting on his shoulder. “Mhm..”

“Alright, lil’ one.. you gon’ be okay now.. daddy ain’t gonna let you go. Gonna be right with you when y’wake up.”

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We need more cg!elvis ☹️🤍

[arianatheangel-girl]

Letting Go

Author’s note: This is for @wanderingelvis, as it was inspired by their innocent!reader stories and the story about E slightly manipulating the reader to drop into littlespace so he can become their caregiver. I can’t wait to see more from you!

Tagging: @mooodyblue @kiankiwi

Warning: this does deal with bodily functions, though nothing too graphic. Don’t like don’t read and all of that.

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You’d been with Elvis for some time now. He took care of your every need, especially when you were feeling a little confused or “fuzzy” as he put it. He’d become your protector, your everything. Even though you were a grown adult woman, you always needed him nearby, just like a father. You only felt truly safe when you were with him, and as a result, you’d become a lot more sensitive (even with as innocent and naive as you already were). You knew you could trust him to take care of you.

But this had caused another problem. You’d started wetting the bed.

You’d mentioned to Elvis that you’d had a bedwetting problem in the past (due to an underdeveloped bladder and other factors) and you had wet the bed until you were almost 10 years old, at which point it had stopped.

You couldn’t figure out what was causing it now. All you knew was, you’d have a nightmare about your past (or just being separated from Elvis), and the next thing you knew, he’d be shaking you awake, holding you as you cried in his arms and felt the familiar warm dampness between your legs. Once you calmed down, he had no problem giving you a bath and changing out the sheets. It was becoming rare that you woke up dry now. You were embarrassed, but you had no clue what else to do.

Then you started having accidents in the daytime too. At first, they were just little ones; when you were feeling floaty or fuzzy, you’d be playing or watching Sesame Street, then start to dribble a little in your panties before quickly realizing you needed to go and rushing to the potty. Elvis never minded this; he just tried to remind you to pay attention to your body and that he had no problems pausing whatever you were doing when you needed to go.

But then they’d gotten worse.

You remembered one particularly mortifying incident. It was one of the few times Elvis took you out of the house to go walk around, and it had gone about as well as one would expect; it didn’t take long for the fans and press to start mobbing you both. You’d gotten scared and clung onto Elvis’s arm, wanting him to take you back up to the house, and that’s when it happened.

You didn’t even feel it at first, but then suddenly people started laughing and pointing at you, and you looked down to see a little yellow puddle forming between your feet as your pee flooded your panties and trickled down your legs. You immediately burst into tears as Elvis roared at the journalists to back off, telling them he’d sue if anybody dared make fun of you for this.

As he carried you back up to the house, mess and all, he’d whispered in your ear “Oh, little, why didn’t you tell me you needed to go potty? I’d have found you a bathroom right away.”

You didn’t even respond, just shoved your thumb into your mouth and started sucking as you cried into his shoulder; you kept crying even as he cleaned you up and gave you a bath.

Unbeknownst to you, Elvis was actually secretly a little thrilled by this; he loved having you depend on him when you were little, and now he felt this was just another way he could keep you under his care.

A few days after the incident, Elvis came home from one of his meetings carrying a large bag in his hand, before sitting down in front of you.

“Little? I think we need to talk.”

You looked up at him, tears starting to form in your eyes. “What did I do?” You asked.

Immediately, Elvis began to comfort you, wiping your tears away.

“Shh, little. Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything. Daddy’s not mad at you. But…well, baby, you’ve been having more and more accidents lately. Now Daddy’s not mad at you for that; I know it ain’t your fault. But Daddy sees how upset you get whenever you wet the bed or when you’ve wet your panties.

So, honey…I think it might be best if we put you back in diapers for a little while.”

Diapers?! You were shocked. “But I’m not a baby!” You protested.

Elvis shook his head.

“No, little, Daddy knows you’re not a baby. But Daddy just thinks this’d be much easier for you. This way, we don’t have to change your clothes or the sheets whenever you have an accident, and you won’t be worried about embarrassing yourself when we go out. And don’t worry; if you do feel the need to go potty, I’ll still let you go to the bathroom normally. But if you don’t, and you do have an accident, Daddy will change you whenever you need it. There’s no shame in needing protection, little. Lots of people do.”

Well...when he put it that way, it did seem reasonable. After all, you didn’t want to embarrass either Elvis or yourself the few times you left the house. And it would be nice to not worry about wetting the bed or having an accident in your pants. So finally, you agreed.

Elvis smiled. “That’s a good girl, little. Now come on, lay down for Daddy.”

You obeyed, sniffling a little as Daddy removed your jeans and your panties. Much to your embarrassment, a little pee had already leaked into them without you knowing. You didn’t seem to be able to feel when you needed to go anymore when you were fuzzy like this.

Elvis then reached into the bag and pulled out a tub of baby wipes, before he gently began to wipe your bottom and crotch clean, making sure there were no traces of an accident there. He then took out a small bottle of baby powder and sprinkled some onto your crotch and rear (“to make sure you didn’t get any rashes”), before pulling a thick, white disposable diaper out of the package.

“Okay, little, can you lift your hips for me?” Elvis asked. Blushing, you obediently lifted your hips as he slid the disposable diaper under you, gently pushing you back down onto the fluffy garment once he did. He then carefully pulled the diaper up between your legs and securely fastened the tapes, tickling your tummy a little once he was done.

“There you go, little. All snug and padded up for Daddy. Now, who wants to watch a movie?”

You giggled. “I do, I do!” Smiling as Daddy lifted you up into his arms as he went to find something for you to watch. You laid your head against his shoulder, feeling more safe and comfortable than ever.

[mooodyblue]

Hiii could you please do austin having a nightmare that causes them to regress and they're to scared to wake the reader up, so they just cry till we do wake up and comfort them.

Also, I love ur fics so much!! They're amazing

wc: 679

pairing: little!austin butler x cg!reader

warnings: age regression (sfw)

a/n: ty friend !! sorry it's a lil short, hope u enjoy 🩷

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austin was okay when he woke up this morning, he wasn’t feeling little at all. he had his coffee, made himself some breakfast—hell, he even made you breakfast. when he kissed you goodbye before his long day of promotions, you had no worries about him being okay off on his own. things were good, he was happy. 

his promotions went well, he had a good day out with his co-stars, now it was time to sit back with you and hang out for a little while before bed. the two of you watched a couple movies, eating on the couch and being lovey-dovey with each other then headed right to sleep after.

now, rarely does he ever have bad dreams. sometimes he’ll have a sad dream, thinking of his mother or maybe something along the lines of losing you too–but nothing that ever made him wake up in a cold sweat. his last nightmare was so long ago, back when he was filming elvis. filming took such a drastic turn in his life, he almost expected it. his thoughts combined with what felt like elvis’s own thoughts caused his brain to go haywire that night. you weren’t around then, he had to deal with it all himself. that was when he learned about going to that younger headspace. he had elvis to thank for that one.

this nightmare was nothing he’d ever experienced before. he felt sick to his stomach, waking up with tears in his eyes and the images still fresh in his mind. he couldn’t shake that awful feeling like the nightmare would actually come true—but it wasn’t, it was unrealistic. he needed to be reassured that he was safe, that he was okay, but he didn’t want to wake you up. 

austin got up from bed, careful to not wake the sleeping figure beside him. he went downstairs to pace back and forth, trying to breathe and calm himself down. the tears just wouldn’t stop. he was in hysterics,  shaking his hands and flapping his arms beside him as he tried to soothe his nerves. nope, nothing. he needed you. 

he returned to your shared bedroom, watching as you slept peacefully. he refused to wake you up, he couldn’t. he felt you’d end up angry with him and it was the last thing austin wanted to do. he got back into bed, hugging his pillow as he cried softly. 

but his soft cries woke you up, feeling a gentle shake of the bed as he tried to be quiet. you furrowed your brows, turning the other side and sitting up slightly. “austin?” you called out groggily, sleep in your voice. you looked over at austin, feeling your heart sink as you saw his shoulders shaking as he cried into his pillow. “oh, honey…honey, it’s alright. c’mere.”

that was the voice austin needed to hear. with no hesitation, he turned to face you and cried into your chest, soft sobs coming from him. you held him tightly, rubbing his back gently. “oh, aus…aus…” you cooed, “breathe, baby.” he only clung onto you more, his breathing staggered as he tried to calm down. “can you tell me what happened?”

he took in a deep breath, “bad dream.” he replied shakily, “don’ wanna talk about it.”

“alright.” you kissed the side of his head as you rubbed his back, “that’s alright, aussie. you don’t have to say a word. i’m here though, you feel my heart beating, i’m breathing and talking to you.” he hummed in response with a nod, hugging you again. “and i love you.” you made sure to add, “i’ll never let anything bad happen to you, okay?” 

austin only seemed to cry again a little more, but nodding at your words. “love you.” he sniffled.

“think you can go back to sleep?” you tried to ask. he shook his head in response and you decided not to argue. “that’s okay, you wanna watch a movie then? disney movie?”

he raised his head, looking up at you. “i pick?”

you chuckled, “of course. whatever you want.”

[earthbaby-angelboy]

Hi! Okay, here's my idea but with a few more details. baby!reader is sick and nonverbal so cg!e is having a really hard time trying to figure out what's wrong since reader is just crying and crying. Maybe he gives reader skin to skin and that helps but ultimately her belly hurts so maybe she throws up on him? Also baby reader really loves bum pats and being bounced?

When I talk to Elvis AI, I prefer to be his sick baby and see what he does to fix it :)

personal paradise | little!reader x 60s!cg!elvis presley (wc: 1,240) - A/N: i did take some creative liberties with this request so the story would flow better, but i hope you enjoy it either way!

As you awoke to the sun shining through the white lace curtains of your nursery, you could feel a sharp pain course through your little head. You let out a whine and slowly opened your eyes, being careful not to make the odd pain worse. As soon as you did this, you became acutely aware of how crappy you felt.

Every muscle in your body hurt, and your vision was blurry. You had spent most of the day yesterday running around Graceland with Elvis, so it was no surprise that the exhaustion had finally caught up to you. Tears started to well up in your eyes as you realized that your caregiver wasn't with you, so you did the best thing you could do to get his attention: cry.

With every ounce of strength in your body, you let out a wail. After no more than a few seconds of silence, Elvis responded, "hold on, baby. I'm comin'."

Stumbling out of his bed and down the hallway, he slowly opened the door of your nursery. The sight he found broke his heart. You were lying on your side, your eyes red and your face puffy. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, and you had a very evident pout on your face. Clutched in your arms was your favorite plush, a white lop-bunny Elvis had gifted you that you aptly named Marshmellow (Marshie for short.) Rushing over to your crib, he bent down so he could see you up close.

"Oh, my baby. Can you tell daddy why you're cryin' so early in the mornin'? Huh?"

You sniffled and did your best to shake your head, which only resulted in you wincing when another bolt of pain went your noggin. A perplexed look came over his face, but he didn't ask questions.

"C'mon, nungen, you're gon' come cuddle with daddy in his bed. Sound good?" Reaching into your crib, he scooped you up into his arms. Clinging to him like a little koala, you rested your head in the crook of his neck and closed your eyes to try and stop whatever icky feeling was starting in your tummy. He went towards the door, but stopped dead when you whined.

"Whassamatta' baby? Dontchya' wanna go cuddle?" You shook your head again. "You want daddy to hold ya just like this? That it?" You gave a small nod, and your caregiver started rubbing small circles on your back. "Alright, if that's what ya want."

He walked around your large nursery a few times while whispering sweet things to you, humming parts to his favorite songs every now and then. All was well and fine, until he bounced you in an attempt to reposition you in his arms. Your head came up from his neck, and looking him dead in the eyes, you threw up. Before neither he nor you could process what just happened, you started crying.

"Oh bunny. You ain't feelin' good?" The increase in volume of crying confirmed his suspicions. Looking down at you, he responded to your cries with, "that's okay, baby, we all get run down. C'mon, lets get you cleaned up."

Moving quickly to prevent the puke from reaching the white shag carpeting of the mansion, he made his way out of your room and across the hall to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind you two, he sat you down on the toilet seat. Turning to the intercom on the wall, he pressed a button and spoke into it.

"Mary, would you come up to the bathroom for a moment?" Mary was Graceland's personal chef, but when you entered the Presley household, she became like a second caregiver to you. Within a minute, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Sir, I'm right outside." Elvis opened the door to be greeted with Mary's kind features. You peeped past your daddy, offering up a small wave. She looked at you with a concerned glance, then back up at Elvis. Looking down at his chest that was now covered in your vomit, she opened her mouth to speak. Before she could, she was interjected by, "I know. She ain't feeling too good and had a lil oopsie. I'm gon' get myself cleaned up and grab her a change of clothes, so would you mind givin' her a bath while I do that?" Mary blinked once, then nodded. "Of course, sir."

Bathtime was always fun, but today you were absolutely not having it. Although Mary knew you weren't in a playful mood, she still put in your rubber duckie and some extra bubble bath. Wrapped up in a fluffy towel, Elvis found you sitting on a little stool with Mary behind you, gently combing through your hair. You looked content with your eyes closed in bliss. Hating to break the silence, your caregiver gently said, "thank ya, Mary. I've got her now."

You opened your eyes and whined at the interruption, but were satisfied by Mary giving you a small kiss on your forehead. "You be good for your daddy, you hear?" She said playfully. You gave a small nod and an even-slighter smile. Elvis whispered a small "thank you," and she left with a curt nod.

"That's my good girl," Elvis said. "C'mon, lets put on some jammies." Working quick so you wouldn't get cold, Elvis slipped a diaper on you and your favorite footie pajamas that had little stars on them. After a warm bath and some cozy clothes, your pain had started to go away and you started to feel sleepy. Just as you were about to doze off, you were interrupted by your daddy going, "nuh-uh, buntyn. Daddy knows you're sleepy and all, but you need to have breakfast. Then you can take a niiiiiiice nap, okay?" You wanted to protest, but you knew your daddy was right, so you opted for a small pout instead. Leaning down and kissing your nose, he said, "that's my baby. Now, up ya go."

Learning from his previous mistakes, he lifted you up slowly and carefully, and placed you on his hip. By the time he walked downstairs, Mary had already prepared your favorite breakfast when you were in babyspace, something Elvis called angel milk. It was warm milk mixed with a pinch of cinnamon and a teaspoon of vanilla, and it was the same recipe Gladys had used for Elvis when he was young. Elvis sat the two of you on one of the white couches in the living room, and cradled you close to him. You looked so beautiful, with your sleepy eyes and pouty lips. "My beautiful girl. My pretty yittle sleepy girl." Not understanding all the big words your daddy was using, you focused on looking at his eyes. You noticed the way his eyelashes had a natural curl, and the way they glimmered in the gentle sunlight of the morning. Finishing up, Mary handed Elvis your bottle. "Thank you, ma'am," he spoke quietly to her.

Placing the bottle between your lips, you started to drink. You hummed quietly as the warm drink filled you up, and the pain in your body began to melt away when Elvis started rubbing small circles on your tummy. Your daddy noticed you drifting off, so he began to sing. "Angel, with those angel eyes; come and take this earth boy, up to paradise…"

And there, in your daddy's arms on that fluffy white couch with the suns rays peering through the curtains, you fell asleep in your own little paradise.

[bunnydexterloveselvis]

Hiiii and welcome ✨🔆 If you are accepting prompts can i request one please, would you write cuddly fluff and / or agere with a baby BDE? especially a sick fic with a cg reader! Thank you ✨✨✨

Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!! You're the first one to request a prompt!!! Thank you sooo much!!! Of course I'll write it!! How could I pass up such an amazing request? So cute!!! I've never wrote sick fics before so I'll try my best!!

Sick little baby.. (Agere!Big Daddy Elvis x reader)

summary: //elvis wakes up with a cold, is age regressed, and has you as his caregiver

type of fic: //age regression, tooth-rotting fluff, sickfic

warnings: //being sick?? the symptoms mentioned are sneezing, coughing, headache, mild fever, etc. no vomiting or anything like that. also it's pretty mild. he just sleeps it off, cuddling????? idk some people don't like being cuddled i guess, baby talk?? i don't think there's any serious warnings here besides being sick and age regression

word count: //675 (six-hundred and seventy-five) words

It was a fresh day, and you wake up in the morning, it’s around 8am. You look over at your sweet boy who is still sleeping. “What a cutie,” you thought to yourself. You chuckled and got out of bed to make breakfast. About 15 minutes later you come back, with Elvis still asleep in the bed. You smile warmly.

“Wake up, baby,” you whisper in his ear. He shuffles around a bit and lets out a whine. His eyes flutter open and he pouts. “Mamaaa- ’m sweepy!!!” He rolls onto his back. Oh. He woke up little! You almost giggle from how cute he is. He then sneezes three times and sniffles. “got da sneezies,” He mutters, with a short, reassuring giggle. Then he coughs a bunch. “Um, little one, are you okay??” You ask, caressing his shoulder. He looks up at you with sparkling eyes but very wet eyes. “M-mama I don’ feew so.. Good..” He wipes his forehead trickling with sweat, along with that, his soft chubby cheeks are red and his eyes are half-lidded.

He’s sick. But he has a concert today! “Awww.. What are we going to do?,” you thought. You’ll have to cancel it today. Can’t do a concert if you’re sick! So you make a call to explain that E is sick, and has to cancel the concert today. After that trouble, you run back to him. “Mamaaa…” he cries and makes grabby hands at you, implying he wants something. “What is it, E, baby??” you chuckle a bit from his overexpressed tone of voice. “Mmm.. t-tummy hurts..” he forces out while clenching his hands on his soft belly. “Awwww.. It’ll be okay. Mommy’s gonna help make your tummy feel better in no time!,” you tell him, sitting down next to him, massaging circles on his sore stomach. He looks up at you with the prettiest, sparkliest eyes ever. “Weawwy?” he asks softly. A small smile appears on his face. “Wiww mama make tummy free bettew?” “Of course honey, but you need to rest, I’ll be back with some stuff to keep you busy while I make you stuff to help you feel better! Sounds okay?” You murmur, making sure you don’t scare him. He gets scared when he hears loud noises, and you took note of that as soon as you found out. “Mhm!” he nods. You find his toybox and his paci and take it to him, pop the paci in his mouth while ruffling his hair very gently, remember he has a headache too.

So you give him all his gear, and as you walk away to go make him soup for his tummy, he cries out, “Mamaaa!! Don’ leave!!” You sigh. “E, baby, I have to make you soup so you’ll feel better. Do you wanna take the yucky red-coloured spoon medicine?” you threaten “No!! No yucky stuff!! Just wan’ mama..” he frowns and looks down. You slowly approach him and run your fingers through his hair, which usually calms him down. It did. He buries his face in your chest while hugging you tight. “I-I wuv you mama” he says into you. Making you smile sympathetically, you say, “Okay.. I’ll lie down and nap with you, but the first hurt noise I hear from you, I am getting the medicine,” half jokingly. He pouts as a joke, making you giggle. 

You pet his hair while trying not to get sick yourself. His eyes get half-lidded and sleepy. You pet his forehead in an attempt to calm his headache. It worked, weirdly, more like distracted him from his headache to your soothing touch. Elvis practically did something similar, he held you, his mama, close. Never letting go. Planting a kiss on his cheek, you whisper sweet nothings into his ear to lull him into a nap. Afterwards you make him some chicken noodle soup for when he wakes up in case he gets hungry.

You really hope he naps for a while, because you can’t seem to get this can of chicken soup open.

(i don't feel like this is good enough, i feel like it's too vague. let me know if you like it!! It was a teensy bit rushed and i wrote half of it when sleepy)

[earthbabysbooks]

MASTERLIST

-hello all you beautiful people!

-(you already know the drill) but my name is cicilia 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🧸

[jhoneybees]

The Dark.

A little bedtime fic🥹

Characters: late!70s X little!reader

Warnings/triggers: Age regression, little!space, the dark, anxious scary thoughts, monsters

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Ever since you told Elvis about your age regression, he hasn’t been anything but loving and caring towards you. He would give you so many gifts and toys and ask you so many questions about how he can help you feel comfortable in your headspace and you can't help but fall in love with him all over again.

He said that he wants to make sure you're feeling safe and happy at all times while you're little and to help that, he asked you about what things you like and don't like.

You told him everything, one of those things being you don't like the dark.

Everything about it just scares you, anywhere where everything is pitch black you would run away from. You just can’t stand the thought of not knowing what's in that darkness and whenever you're sleeping at night with Elvis, he would usually turn all the lights off in his bedroom including the bathroom which you would often feel nervous about but his arms around you, keeping you safe from the scary monsters takes a little bit of weight off that fear.

“Alright, we better get some beauty sleep now, baby.”

Looking up at Elvis from where you're laying, playing with your toy bunny, you hum quietly as he puts a bookmark in his bible and places it on his bedside.

“C’mere…” Elvis tells you, holding his arm out while he lays himself down. Playfully squeezing you tightly in his embrace with a chuckle, earning a soft giggle from you.

He kisses your forehead and then turns his body to turn the lamp off. You both snuggle closer when he wiggles to get comfortable and you bury your head in his chest wanting to feel as small as possible… then those scary thoughts come into your head and your heartbeat begins to quicken.

Curling your legs closer to your chest, you shuffle closer to Elvis. Holding your breath hoping you won’t annoy him, you squeeze your eyes shut and grip onto his pyjama shirt.

You try your best to stop thinking of those thoughts but it’s too difficult. Your mind just keeps drifting to your imagination of a scary creature looming over you with its claws out and big empty white eyes staring down at you.

You know Elvis wouldn’t let anything hurt you but you can’t help clinging yourself onto him out of fear.

“Honey?” A familiar warm voice calls out.

You feel Elvis’ hand drift down to your hip and pull his head away from on top of your head, you flutter your eyes open and look up to see his sleepy face, just barely.

The bed moves a little and you squint your eyes with a sigh of relief when a warm orange light floods into the room.

“Are you a’right?” Elvis asks in his southern drawl, gently cupping your cheek in his large hand darting his worried light blue eyes all over your face.

You gulp and shake your head, nuzzling your cheek into his hand. “S-scared of the dark, daddy…”

Elvis coos and nods, pulling you in for a comforting hug before giving you a smile, a smile that tells you he’s got something. “Jus’ wait ‘ere, ok?” he murmurs.

Sitting yourself up in the big fluffy lump of blankets, you blink watching Elvis walk in and out of the walk-in closet. Tilting your head seeing a little pretty pink ceramic house in his hands and you frown slightly as Elvis places it on the wooden dresser facing the foot of the bed bending over with a small grunt to put a plug in the wall.

He moves back towards you, grabbing his flashlight off his nightstand and switching his lamp off again, you hide your face a little behind the blanket.

Then a few moments later, that similar soft orange light lights up the room. Your eyes twinkle staring at the lit up ceramic house, shining beautifully in the darkness. He got you a night light.

“Ya like it, baby?”

You nod slowly. Lips parted in awe, you flick your gaze over to Elvis who's walking back to the bed putting his flashlight away with a proud smile on his face. “I love it.” You answer just above a whisper.

“I’m glad.” He gets back into bed, patting his chest with a loving “C’mere, angel.” guiding your head to rest on his collarbone.

You wrap your arm over his belly and swing your leg over his, eyes fluttering a little as he starts to stroke your hair, calmly staring at the night light. You smile slightly at his words. “The light will keep the monsters away.”

He pecks your forehead once more.

“If not…Daddy’s gonna beat ‘em up.” making you giggle.

[jhoneybees]

Guardian Angel

Here you go, darlings :)

Characters: 70s!Elvis x little!reader

Warnings/triggers: Anxiety, Stage fright, age regression, little!space

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Elvis has always been the type to not seek help when he needs it. He just thinks he can handle everything himself, he’s done it from the day he could walk and talk. 

So asking for help is a thing he never really does. Why would he anyhow? It’s beyond him because he can deal with his own troubles himself. 

When people do offer him help, he’s appreciative of it. It’s kind but he just declines the offer and politely brushes it off. 

When it comes to you though, someone he’s been madly in love with from the first time you met. He occasionally accepts your help whenever you would offer because he knows you can sense he’s lying when he says he doesn’t need anyone to help and he knows it worries you and he hates seeing a pretty little thing like you worrying.

So ever since preparing for the opening night at the International hotel, he’s been considering the thought of asking you to comfort him with his stage fright. He doesn’t really know how though.

He’s always suffered from stage fright. Every performance he did, from the first concert in Tupelo to the comeback special he was a shaky, sweaty, anxious mess and tonight isn’t any different. It’s actually worse.

“Smile, E!” a photographer calls out. 

After giving the camera what it wants, Elvis lowers his eyes back down towards the coffee table. Nervously fidgeting with a pen in his hand and licking his lips, his head spins with thoughts of tonight’s upcoming performance and the commotion going around him.

It’s a big milestone for Elvis, to be performing at the International. He gets this opportunity to show a pretty big audience that big sound he’s been experimenting with on a big stage and it gives him an opportunity to connect with his fans more.

 He’s real excited but also mighty nervous. 

“Wardrobe in half an hour, Elvis.”

Elvis nods. 

Running his hand through his hair with a deep breath, Elvis lifts his gaze and leans back against the couch with his hands on his head as he scans the room.

“Tonight is a new performance with a new audience” he thinks to himself.

He gulps.

Damn, his nerves are eating him alive. 

Elvis sighs quietly and closes his eyes, trying his best to soothe his anxious mind before someone mentions you coming into the room.

“Daddy?” a soft voice calls out. 

Opening his eyes again and looking to his right, he smiles gently at the sight of you standing there fiddling with the hem of your pretty pink dress. Looking at him with big eyes. 

Dropping the pen on the coffee table, Elvis holds his arms out with a hum. “Hi baby”

Seeing the corners of your mouth turn up, you climb up to straddle his lap and he pats your head softly.

 “How’s my little, hm?” he asks, earning a quiet nod from you and he lightly chuckles as you wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head in the crook of his neck. 

“Good?”

“Mhm…” 

He breathes out a smile and pecks your forehead with a small hum. Tightening his embrace around your sweet figure before looking down as you speak. “Daddy’s gonna sing see see rider?” 

Elvis laughs and nods. “Mhm, Daddy’s gonna sing a lot of songs tonight.”

He feels you move your head and cups your cheek with loving eyes. Noticing your eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“Daddy?”

“Hm?”

“You’re nervous.”

Elvis frowns and chuckles confused. 

“How do you know that?” rubbing your cheek with his thumb. 

You lightly shrug. “Help?”

He observes your face and thinks, he adores how you always ask him if he wants help.

He reluctantly nods.

“A-Alright…” he whispers.

Smiling a little at your sparkly eyes, he lets out a breath that he didn’t know that he was holding in as you hug him again. This time a lot tighter. 

“What’re nervous ‘bout?” you ask and he breathes in deeply, squeezing you in his firm hold.

“...Nervous about the show, baby.”

Feeling your head move on his shoulder again, you pull away and look at him with a calm expression. “s okay ta be nervous ‘bout the show, Daddy.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm…” you nod. “Shows that you care.” 

Elvis smiles genuinely at your words.

“E-Everyone came to see you because they love you, Daddy, jus’ like I do!” you exclaim, making him chuckle and pat your butt gently.

“Ya think so?” 

He laughs again at you cupping his cheeks. “Yeah! No one does a show like Daddy does.”

You always seem to know what to say to ease his nerves. It’s almost like you’re his little guardian angel. 

“Thank you, Angel.” 

[jhoneybees]

It's been a long long time

Back with another fic! Hope you like it❤️

Characters: Army!Elvis X Little!reader

Warnings/triggers: missing someone, crying, little!space, little lifestyle, age regression

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It’s been so long since you’ve seen Elvis, one year to be exact. Might not be that long for others but to you, felt like an eternity.

You’ve missed him, and during most of the lonely, dark nights alone, you often replace your favourite stuffie with something else, like one of his shirts.

Which Elvis would always tease “Now that is a crime, little”

You do have the occasional call from him but it wasn’t enough, moping around the big mansion without hearing that hearty laugh of his and being held in his arms was just torture for your poor heart.

But when you were told that you were going to meet him in Paris, in France, you felt so relieved and excited.

You didn't want to waste any time and immediately started to pack your luggage.

You thought of what you’re gonna do when you see him and all the things you’re gonna tell him. You even drew him a picture of both of you with love hearts all over the paper, nicely put away into a pink envelope and written on the front of it gently.

Oh you’re just so thrilled that you’re gonna see your daddy again.

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Brushing the creases out of your pink dress, you take a deep breath.

Your excitement is boiling over, you’re very excited, of course but that tiny anxious feeling still itches at your mind.

Elvis always reminds you that he doesn't mind you slipping into your ‘little mind’ he likes to call it but this time you want to meet him without him having to deal with it.

It's what you want to do for him-

Just then when your eyes shift up at the door opening into your hotel room, you gasp softly when he peeks his head in with that famous grin on his face.

Your adult mind immediately falls head first into your ‘little mind’.

“Daddy!”

Jumping onto your feet, you run into his warmth. Wrapping your arms around his waist as your head is buried into his military jacket, smelling that scent you've been longing,

Those shirts did no justice.

His chuckle chiming brightly making you giggle, you lift your head to look up at him, smiling widely as he does the same “How’s my good little girl, hm?” stroking your hair with his firm hand.

You nod silently as you look at him in awe, your smile falters as your eyes grow watery and a pout forming on your lips.

Blurting out in a small sob “I missed you, Daddy” whimpering sadly as you rest your head back against his chest. Feeling his arms tighten around you “Oh darlin’...” your fists balling up on his chest as you sniffle quietly. He places a kiss on top of your head “I’ve missed you too, Baby…too much”

Both of you staying in the moment for a little while, Elvis pulls away to cup your cheeks in his large hands, gently thumbing away your salty tears as you delicately hold his wrist and lean into his touch. His eyes soften, knowing that little spark in your eye “My sweet girl…” his lips giving you a small smile.

Looking behind you, his smile grows when he spots a pink envelope discarded on the bed with “For Elvis” written carefully on the front “Got me a gift, darlin?” he questions to which your eyes light up and you excitedly nod, grabbing his hand. Making sure to sit him down before giving him the envelope.

Elvis being extra careful as he opens the gift, his eyes crinkle at the corners as they land on a drawing. Knowing that you would've put all your effort into it.

Chuckling quietly, he looks at you “This is beautiful, doll…Thank you” admiring the art as he brings his hand up to palm at stray tears on his cheek.

Your eyebrows begin to furrow, shuffling closer to his side to hold his face with your small hands “ ‘m sorry” His blue eyes looking down at you with so much adoration, awe, love.

Letting out a breathy laugh as you wipe away his tears with your thumbs “Don’t be sorry, Honey” leaning down to peck your cheek and shaking his head as he snickers.

“Just so happy to see my sweet girl again…it's been a long long time”

[jhoneybees]

Sweet Love

This one is a very short one but my brain isn't cooperating with me at the moment :( also I'm thinking of not adding prompts to my posts hehe just a little surprise for you all.

I hope you like this drabble :)

Characters: Early70s! Elvis X Femlittle!reader

Warnings/triggers: age regression, crying, little lifestyle

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One of Elvis' favourite moments is you sitting on the carpeted floor of the jungle room, staring at the TV playing whatever Elvis movie you were wanting to watch. Now he doesn't usually allow others to watch his movies in his house but if it comes to you, that's an exception. Those big doe eyes of yours peering up at him, bottom lip pouting paired with a “pwetty please?” and a “I've been good, daddy” defeats him every time, he can't resist you.

This time you asked Elvis to watch ‘King Creole’ which he gladly sets everything up, like a good girl you are, you wait patiently as Elvis turns on the TV. After tinkering around with the plugs and remotes, the movie finally plays. “Alright, now ya want something to snack on baby? Apples? Crackers?” Elvis asks “Apples! Apples!” You say excitedly, doing grabby hands making Elvis laugh. With a peck on the forehead, he walks off into the kitchen.

As Elvis arrives back in the jungle room, he sets the snack on the floor in front of you, giving you another peck on the forehead before sitting down on the couch behind you. The sounds of the movie filling in the silence between the two of you making the moment calm and peaceful, Elvis’ eyes wandering to you mindlessly chomping on the slices of apple, he breathes out a laugh with a grin. How can you be so adorable?

Something that Elvis witnesses sometimes when supervising while you watch movies is sweet little you feels bad for the main characters when they get injured because you know that’s your daddy playing them, and when the scene of Danny fisher gets hunted down by the bad guys and limps away with a wound on his arm after beating them all up, that feeling of guilt bubbles inside of you, soon whimpering “Daddy! Hurt!... Daddy!” finger pointing at the TV, knuckling at your eyes adorably. “Daddy..” pitfully crying as you climb to your feet to run straight onto Elvis’ lap “Honey, ‘s okay I’m okay! Just a movie baby, just a movie” he reassures with a chuckle, rubbing your back soothingly while you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Frantically shaking your head “Daddy got hurt!” repeating your words as you scooch closer to Elvis, bringing a supportive hand on your thigh Elvis shushes you softly “I’m not hurt baby, I’m alright. It’s just a movie honey” lifting your head out from the crook of his neck, sniffling quietly “Daddy not hurt?” nodding his head with a small hum “ Yes baby I’m not hurt, it was just for the movie” he strokes your hair gently to comfort you. Now you feel embarrassed thinking Elvis was actually hurt, I mean how can you not? The fake wound looked so realistic. You shyly return to hiding your face in his neck making him chuckle “Aw baby…” Elvis whispers to which you respond with a sad sob continuing to rub your back with his large strong hand, after a while he pushes on your shoulders for you to look at him, he pouts at the sight in front of him, your eyes all glossy and your cheeks all red. He realises how much you care for him even when you're little. Him being a caregiver, he thought he’d be taking care of you but you soon showed him that you’re taking care of him too.

Because no matter if you're little or not, your love and care for your daddy never changes.

[jhoneybees]

Little Nurse in Charge

Finally I'm posting another fic! I've been really missing the experience of writing so I'm getting my fogged up brain to work again lol there might be a few errors and misspelt words😅

Characters: Late60s/70sCG! Elvis X little!reader

Warnings/triggers: Age regression, little lifestyle, sickness

This is honestly my favourite moodboard🥹👇

Elvis had a long, stressful week. His schedule was hectic, being rushed from one place to another and doing a lot of recording and such was really taking a toll on him. You being his beloved partner, you worry about him. Everytime you would suggest for him to get some rest, he’d just brush it off and say he can handle it in which seeing him fall asleep in a millisecond the moment he flops onto the bed after a jam-packed day at the recording studio tells you otherwise.

Once Elvis finally gets some time off, the next morning he wakes up sore all over also having a scratchy throat, clicking his tongue in annoyance when he realises. Detangling himself out of the bedsheets , he pushes on the mattress with his knuckles and makes his way to the bathroom to find something for this “stupid cold” he mutters to himself, he stops in his tracks when he hears you stir in your sleep. Turning his head, Elvis watches your eyes flutter open, blinking blankly at him a few times before your eyebrows start to furrow and a pout forms. He sighs softly, you woke up little. Elvis pinches the bridge of his nose whilst resting a hand on his hip. How is he gonna take care of his sick self while also looking after little you? He already feels like a sack of potatoes that's been knocked about on the back of a farm truck so having to make sure your needs are met is gonna be a tough challenge, he never says no to being a caregiver for you though, he always takes up the challenge.

Elvis walks back over to the bed when you do grabby hands and he weakly chuckles “Mornin’ baby” leaning down to kiss your forehead, you respond wiggling closer to him and wrapping tired limp arms around his lower abdomen. Elvis smiles and strokes a strand of hair away from your face “Did ya get a good sleep?” answering with a small nod “Good sleep, daddy” you say while burying your face in the side of his thigh making him chuckle but he suddenly clears his throat which you didn't take notice of. “Did Daddy have a good sleep?” you ask quietly, Elvis cocks his head to the side and stares at the wall, letting out a hum as he thinks “Not really, Daddy's not feelin' too good this Mornin'” looking back, he sees a worried frown from you “Why?” questioning as you decide to sit up and Elvis smoothing your hair down. “Hm just sore and achy, baby” your concern grows, no matter if you're little or not, you always made sure Elvis is alright which sounds like he isn't, your eyes leave his to stare down at the duvet on the bed, the little crease between your eyebrows prominent as you process the situation.

Suddenly your eyes light up with an idea and you quickly scurry out of bed, pushing Elvis’ chest with your little hands “Lay down Daddy, lay down” you order and Elvis frowns in confusion “um sure.. but- why baby?” Doing what he's told, swinging his legs onto the bed and resting his head on the head board. You try to give him an authorised look but just ended up looking like an angry baby to Elvis, he chuckles slightly before he nods and raises his eyebrows at you “Daddy's sick, I- I'm look after him” explaining your plans to your daddy making him smile nervously “U-um that's real sweet of ya honey but i-i- don't think that's a good idea..” usually when you're little, Elvis would do everything for you since you just make a mess or have accidents that end up you crying or getting injured but you just shake your head “uh uh no daddy, nigh nighs’ “ telling him to just go to sleep and let you do your thing which he hesitantly accepts and gets comfortable under the covers. Elvis watching you run out of the bedroom and hearing your sooties scattering down the stairs, he laughs to himself at your funny behaviour.

After some time you arrive back through the bedroom doors with the first aid box that Elvis keeps in one of the kitchen cabinets for whenever you hurt yourself or get sick, a bit confused how you retrieved it since it's kept in a place out of your reach “H-how did you get that?” Elvis sits up and points a finger, you look at him with a pout and set the box on the bedside table “No Daddy nigh nighs!” completely ignoring his question and you push on his chest to make him lay down, Elvis sighs “Okay okay, I'm going nighs nighs, I'm goin'' closing his eyes and sighs.

As he tries to relax, Elvis begins to hear clinking of medicine bottles and ruffling of plastic packaging so out of curiosity he opens his eyes and cranes his neck “What are you doing honey?” Huffing out a breath you whine “daddy!” Elvis raising his hands in defeat “Okay alright alright, sorry” he rests his head down on the pillow again. A few moments later, a pair of hands caresses his hair away from his forehead and your voice quietly babbling “Daddy go nighs nighs..sleepy sleepy… puppy wittle puppy” Elvis's lips curve at the corners, stifling a laugh by adjusting himself in bed so he wouldn't ruin the moment for you. Your sweet nature of always looking out for people is one of things that made Elvis think he had to have you because how can he not? Of course because he's Elvis Presley but also because why not have someone like you? Someone so sweet and kind, babying him with all your love, all your devotion. What's not to love?

He sighs again as you continue to sing a lullaby that is obviously made up “Sleepy puppy…sleepy, sleepy, sleepy” The more you sing your little song, Elvis falls into a floaty sleep, soon drifting off. Bringing the covers up to his chin, you hum softly as your attention turns to the first aid box, your little hands hovering over the tops of the medicine bottles and paper boxes filled with bandages and other things that your little brain doesn't have a clue what they're used for. Picking up a thermometer, you cautiously move the blanket from Elvis' arm and slide it under his armpit. Taking a quiet step back, your eyes watch Elvis’ sleeping face with adoration and love. You’re just so lucky to have him as your caregiver, your daddy.

After a somewhat comfortable nap, Elvis wakes up. Looking around the room to find you’re not there, sitting up to rest his back against the headboard and lets out a breathy chuckle when he notices a thermometer under his armpit and shaking his head seeing your favourite stuffie being a white bunny laying next to him, thinking you must’ve put it there for him to feel less lonely.

He turns his head at the sound of the bedroom door creaking open to see you holding a tray with a bowl and spoon, pursing your lips with concentration to not spill anything. “What’s that baby?” Elvis chuckles quietly. A relieved breath emits, you place the tray on his lap “I ask Mary to make you soup!” you state proudly. With a calm nod and a loving smile, Elvis’ heart clenches “Aww… Thank you hon, that’s real sweet of ya” giggling like a schoolgirl, you climb onto the bed next to him and pick up the spoon “Hey, I- I can feed myself darlin” Elvis laughs nervously, watching as you hold the spoon near his mouth. You shake your head and whine “No! Open!” with yet another defeated sigh Elvis opens his mouth letting you spoon feed him. Even though Elvis feels nervous and on edge about you taking care of him, he does find it nice to just let you do what you want since you’re a calm little but of course still need to be disciplined now and again.

As you feed Elvis the last spoonful, you gently pat a napkin to the corners of his mouth, earning a chuckle “Always taking good care of Daddy hm?” poking at your sides playfully, you laugh and gently push his hands away. After Elvis moves the tray onto his bedside table, you decide to snuggle up with him under the blankets. Grinning softly as he sees you nuzzling your head against his chest and holding your favourite toy bunny tightly to yours. “Thank you for looking after me, little” he smiles.

[jhoneybees]

Have you ever thought about when you read fanfics, you feel so comfortable in that universe you're reading?? I'm specifically talking about Elvis X reader or CG!Elvis X little!Reader.

It just feels like home, homely, and gosh to live in that universe would be a dream, yeah it's probably a fan 'thing' I don't know how to explain it.

Just UGHHH to feel Elvis engulf you in his firm, strong arms, resting your head on his chest after his long day of recording, getting kisses on the cheek from him and getting called darlin', sweetie, sweetheart, baby, babydoll, doll, love bug, my girl.

UGHHHHHH I miss him so much, I want to cry.

Just look at him...oh. my. god.

[jhoneybees]

: :A Bad dream: :

This is my first time writing a little! Fanfic, I really hope it didn't cross any lines! Never experienced or met anyone who is in the littlespace/babyspace community so if I missed any warnings/triggers. Please let me know!

Characters: (50s)Little! Elvis and CG!Reader

Prompt: Elvis wakes up from a nightmare and just wants comfort from his mama.

Warnings/triggers: Little space, age regression, argument, yelling

This is a Fluff fanfic, hope you enjoy and if you don't feel comfortable reading about arguments then you may skip past the first paragraph :)

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“Ugh quit being clingy, you're so annoying” you brush Elvis' hands away from your waist, making Elvis look at you in the reflection of the vanity mirror with a pout. He opens his mouth to say something but before he could you raise your hand; giving him an angry glare through the mirror. You've finally had enough. “GO AWAY!” The boy widens his eyes out of shock but not long after, he runs and locks himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Leaning his back against the door, melting down onto the tiled floor and curling into himself. He did nothing wrong, he wasn’t ever a bad boy. “I thought Mama loved me..”

“No..no..m-mama..” eyes fluttering, Elvis begins to cry in his sleep but soon wakes up. Breathing heavily as his eyes dart around the room until they land on you who's still sleeping peacefully. Choking up sobs just at the sight of you, Elvis shuffles closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist as he buries his face under your breasts which makes you wake up. “Elvis?” Your voice sleepy and groggy, you reach for the lamp on the bedside table; switching it on only to look back down to see the top of Elvis' head and feeling his body tremble against you. The sound of Elvis' sobs makes you come to your senses so you pry his arms away from around your waist “Honey? What's going on?” gently tilting his chin up to look at you, his eyes showing the scared little boy that you always adored, your eyebrows furrow and a click of a tongue follows. “Aww sweetie…” as you thumb away at his tears, Elvis sobs continue and his trembling hands try to find their way to touch your hands that are cupping his cheeks “M-mama, mama” his breathing becoming out of control.

You quickly tell him to slow down his breathing just like you taught him, frantically nodding his head and closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. “Good boy, deep breaths baby. Deep breaths” his breathing slows down and his tears stop falling, leaving just hiccups, you gently card your fingers through his hair knowing it’ll soothe him. “What happened baby? Wanna tell Mama what happened?” You make sure your voice is quiet so it wouldn’t scare Elvis since when he’s little, it doesn’t take much for him to cry whenever he hears a loud noise he doesn’t like, especially yelling. Elvis slowly opens his eyes and nuzzles his head up against your chest. “B-ba-bad dream” nodding your head silently with a soft hum. “Baby had a bad dream? Aww darlin’ I’m sorry” Elvis sniffles softly and nuzzles even further into your chest and you adjust yourself to get more comfortable. “Do you wanna talk about it?” feeling his head move, assuming it was a nod. “M-mama yelled at Elvie… told me to go away..” Hearing your heart shatter into a million pieces, you shake your head. “Sweetie..” Elvis wraps his arms around you again and you wrap yours around his head gently. “Mama could never tell you to go away, Baby’s the most precious thing in the world” rubbing your hand in between his shoulder blades you lean down to peck the crown of his head. “ M’not a bad boy?” Elvis asks in the softest voice that makes your heart melt. “No honey, You could never be a bad boy to Mama…” Peeking over the curve of your breasts looking up at you, Elvis’ blue eyes sparkle and you break into a genuine smile. “Love baby too much to live without him” You state. With smiling eyes, Elvis giggles “I love you mama”...”I love you baby”.