#little!elvis

[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.

[karel-in-wonderland]

Elvis being a bébé

Might interest @mooodyblue and @kiankiwi

[earthbaby-angelboy]

pt. 2 of el pics that have babey vibes!! he’s so pocket sized (…i say this as i am 5’3 and he was around 6ft💀)

[ellie-24]

Cake and other tragedies

Word count: ~ 1.9 k

Warnings: littlespace, little!Elvis, minor burns, inaccurate medical themes.

Summary: Elvis wants to do something special for you, but then he slips.

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You woke up to an empty bed which was very unusual because Elvis would always sleep way longer than you did. You had reached out for him but he was not there. For a moment you were confused but then you remembered.

It's your birthday today.

A small smile found it's way on your lips. He must be downstairs already, so you quickly got dressed and made your way to the living room. You heard him muttering to himself in the kitchen instead and wondered to yourself what he was doing in there. You slowly opened the door and peeked inside.

The kitchen was a mess. There was flour and dough everywhere, cupboards open and probably every kitchen utensil you owned on every surface. You couldn't stop the little giggle as you saw Elvis, also covered in flour, fighting with some food colouring that he managed to get on the wall. He whirled around when he heard you with a surprised look on his face.

"Y/N!" he gasped, throwing the rag he held in his hand into the sink.

"E!" you chuckled.

He laughed and came towards you, his arms open.

"Happy Birthday to the most beautiful, gorgeous, perfect woman in the world! I love you so much, Y/N." He proclaimed as you ran into his arms.

"Thank you E. I love you too!"

He smiled and tapped your nose. "But... you, little miss, should be in bed. I want to bring you your breakfast! The cake is almost done as well." he gestured over to the oven. "I baked it myself." he said with a proud grin.

"Oh E that's so nice! I'm looking forward to it already. Thank you so much, love!" you giggled.

He kissed your forehead and slowly pushed you out of the kitchen. "Now shoo! Back to bed Y/N, I'll be there in a few minutes!"

"Alright, love you."

"Love you more!" he blew you a kiss and you made your way upstairs again. You just wanted to enter the bedroom when you heard a loud crash followed by a rather ugly curse. You immediately turned and ran down again. When you arrived back in the kitchen you saw Elvis kneeling on the floor in front of the oven. The cake, still in it's pan, next to him. He was clutching his hand, which was already beginning to turn red.

Shit.

"Elvis!" you shouted and quickly kneeled beside him. "Elvis, you burned your hand! Come on you have to cool it now!" you instructed as you helped him up and turned on the tap.

You guided his hand under the cool water and kept it there. You carefully watched his face and saw that he was trying really hard not to cry. His eyebrows scrunched up and his mouth formed into a pout. You could see in his eyes that he was about to slip even as he avoided your gaze right now. With your other hand you gently cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at you and caressed the soft skin with your thumb. Finally tears gathered in his eyes and they quickly spilled over your hand on his face.

"Mommy..." he whimpered. "...Hurts." he whispered, his voice breaking.

You clicked your tongue in sympathy and leaned your forehead against his.

"I know baby. We will cool your hand for a few minutes and then we'll put some balm on it alright? You're gonna be okay, love. I'll help you."

He let out a soft sob. "Make it s-stop, Mommy."

"It'll be better in a few minutes I promise, baby boy." you whispered and kissed his cheek.

He raised his other hand and held it against his ear, his face scrunching up again.

"Oh Buntyn. The loud crash scared you as well, didn't it?" you asked.

He simpy nodded.

"It's okay to be scared Elvie, come here." You engulfed him into a half hug, mindful of your hands still under the tap.

He laid his head against your shoulder and tried to stop the tears from streaming down his face. He was angry with himself. Today was supposed to be your day. Today he wanted to take care of everything, but now here you were, taking care of him.

You kissed his head and carefully began to untangle yourself from him. "Baby, keep holding your hand under the water. I'm gonna look for the balm, I'll be back in a second."

"No M-mommy, don't go! D-don't leave me alone, p-please." He pleaded desperately as he he tightly held onto your shirt.

"Sshhh it's alright, sweetie." You whispered as you put your arm back around him. "I'll stay, okay? Mommy won't leave you alone."

"G-good. Yittle Elvie c-can't be alone." he whined.

"You'll never be, baby boy." you cooed. "Sweetie, how about we get that balm together? I think you cooled your poor yittle hand enough."

He nodded and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. You turned off the tap and let him lean on you as you two slowly walked to the bathroom. He tighty held onto your arm and still kept his head nestled into your shoulder. You opened the cabinet and retrieved some balm and gauze.

"Alright Elvie baby, this will sting a little, but I also have to bandage it okay?"

"Mommy, wait!" he whimpered as he tried to pull away from you.

"Elvie I need you to be brave now, can you do that for Mommy? It'll get worse if I don't treat it now."

He chewed on his bottom lip and closed his eyes. "...Elvie will be brave for Mommy." he said and offered you his hand. You carefully began to apply the balm, trying not to cry yourself everytime he hissed or winced in pain. After you finished wrapping the bandage around his hand you gently smiled up to him.

"All done Elvie. You're the bravest boy I've ever met." You praised as you played with a strand of hair that hung over his forehead.

He smiled shyly, his cheeks and ears turning a lovely shade of pink. He turned down is gaze to inspect the bandage and quickly looked back at you.

"Mommy." he whispered and gently tapped his finger against your lips.

You quickly understood and leaned down to press a light kiss against his bandage as he watched you with an adoring smile.

"Are you alright now, Buntyn?"

"Mommy makes everything better. It almost doesn't hurt anymore!"

You smiled and quickly cleaned up the bathroom as he waited patiently for you, keeping himself busy with drawing small patterns onto the tiles with his finger.

Eventually he tentatively tugged at your sleeve. "Mommy, we still need to celebrate your birthday, come on."

You chuckled as he led you outside back to the kitchen. You picked up the cake which was still laying on the floor in front of the oven. The springform pan had cooled off by now, but you didn't want to risk anything with Elvis right now and set it on the counter yourself.

Elvis watched from over your shoulder and as the two of you inspected the cake you noticed it had almost completely crumbled, probably due to the fall.

Then you heard thunder outside and as you looked out of the window suddenly there was heavy rain pouring down from above. He groaned and hid his face in your shirt as fresh tears gathered in his eyes.

You frowned as you felt him shudder against you. Usually he wasn't scared of rain and thunder. "Baby what is it? Are you scared of the rain?"

He vehemently shook his head.

"...Mommy, Elvie wanted to have a p-picnic with you in the gardens today! Now look!" he sobbed. "And now the cake is all c-crumbly! Elvie ruined everything!"

You kissed his hair and embraced him even tighter. "Baby boy you didn't ruin anything! It's so sweet of you that you planned all this for my birthday... I know you wanted it to go exactly like you pictured it in your stubborn yittle head." You softly ruffled his hair. "But that's life Buntyn. Not everything goes as planned but that doesn't mean it's ruined... I say we just move our picnic to the jungle room."

"Really Mommy?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "But what about the cake?" he gestured over to the crumbled mess.

You pursed your lips. "Hmm... I've got an idea for that as well, baby boy. Why don't you get us your two favorite mugs?"

With one last sniffle he slowly got up and carefully picked out two mugs with his favorite comic book heros on it.

"Perfect baby, good choice." you smiled at him.

A few minutes later the two of you sat on a blanket in the jungle room enjoying your improvised mug cake and a few other snacks you quickly prepared. Elvis had also brought some paper and colouring pens, as well as his teddy bear to join the party.

He even insisted of you writing your name surrounded by numerous hearts on the bandage around his hand. He claimed it would "make it all good much faster." Though the two of you were laughing and had a lot of fun together, he kept looking over to you with guilt in his eyes.

After asking for the third time if he was alright, he finally found the courage to say what had bothered him the entire day.

"...Mommy isn't mad at Elvie for being little on her birthday?"

"Elvie, no I'd never be angry about that. You had a lot of anxiety for today, I understand that. Besides I loved spending my birthday with my baby. You know how much I love my little Elvie." you chuckled as you tickled him a bit. He giggled and placed his head in your lap.

"Okay, Mommy. Love you so much."

"Love you, Buntyn."

He sighed and closed his eyes with a content smile. Then his eyes shot open and he sat up with a surprised "Oh!"

"Elvie?" you asked.

"Elvie completely forgot to give Mommy her present!" he stated exitedly.

"Another one?" you chuckled with big eyes.

He fumbled around in his pants pocket until he retrieved a clumsily wrapped up box. He handed it over to you with a big smile and clapped his hands eagerly.

You carefully removed the wrapping paper and opened the small jewellery box that had appeared. In it was a delicate gold chain with a little heart pendant.

"Oh, Elvie it's so beautiful I love it so much! Thank you!" you grinned as you held up the necklace.

"Mommy look!" he exclaimed as he got closer to you and pointed at something with his finger. The pendant had both of your initals carefully carved in. "That way we're always together." he said lovingly.

"Oh Elvie thank you! Thank you so much for the whole day, you are the best!" you declared as you clasped the chain around your neck. Elvis flung himself at you as you laughed. Together you laid down on the blanket with him on top of you, nuzzling into you.

"No, Mommy you are the absolute best. Happy Birthday."

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@kiankiwi i finally finished it lol

[star-shard]

Elvis and the Mermaid 

Premise: Elvis unexpectedly goes into little space alone, lucky for him, an imaginary friend is there too.  Note: Age Regression Words: 1.2k

The list had hit the floor. The list of things to do, the list of what came next. Elvis was out here because sand felt better than shag carpet right now. There was too much cigarette smoke lodged into that hotel room. That overheated room, full of other people’s business. As if his own business wasn’t enough. 

He could tell it was in full swing when the alcohol came out. Now, he was no stranger to a drink to celebrate. But it was his mood right now. It’d been pressing him since this flight to Hawaii. Elvis knew a regression might happen but he went to this small get together anyway. And the couple that had occupied his bedroom made it so that he had nowhere to run.

Elvis told himself not to cry. That these were his friends, they didn’t know he was getting overwhelmed. Elvis framed it like he was just going to get some air but he used that excuse to go to the private beach. He kept his head down. He wasn’t the rock star people wanted right now, and the closer he got to getting away, the closer he came to the self that needed to be right now.

The music sounded nicer out here, quieter. When it was just a distant sound from the hotel, rather than right in his ears. This way, he could hear it gently. Elvis had been age regressing not long after he started first touring. He’d never told a soul about it. 

The sunset was hitting, but right now he was more interested in the sand. Right now he was just making a castle with his hands. Since he didn’t have a pale or shovel.  

Well, he hadn’t quite decided if it was a castle or a monster yet. Right now it looked like a lump. Elvis dug his thumb into the base, it made nice mouth. And then, two quick pokes for eyes. Alright. He was starting to calm down now-

The waves.

Elvis looked at his hands. Full of wet sand. This little lump, pulled away. 

He’d been brave all day. Elvis had been brave all /day/. Acting big, acting strong. He didn’t even grab anyone’s hand when the plane touched the runway. 

“No,” he rumbled wetly, his fingers grabbing in the sand like it might bring what he built up back. “Why, why’d you do that!” He smashed his hand down and it splashed back. Practically spit at him.

“I’m sorry.” Elvis sniffled as he sat up, looking up at who might have said that. “I just thought, it was a really nice monster. I wanted to have it.”

He got a little sand on his nose upon wiping it, but Elvis was no coward, “who said that? If it was a crab? Crab’s don’t talk.”

The sun kept getting lower. That meant it could only be one thing. Elvis knew for sure, he’s read himself enough story books, that mermaids came out when the moon went up. In fact, if he squinted, he was sure that he saw a tail slap against the water. “I’m not a crab, but I think I have a cousin that is,” the voice said again.

“You’re a mermaid, aren’t you. Don’t, don’t come out of the water, you can’t breathe air.” He said with a precautionary hand out towards the wave, to make sure the mermaid did not fully show herself. Surely she was smart enough to know a good sand lump, she’d know not to go against the waves.

The mermaid stayed under, but Elvis had a feeling she was smiling, “oh, thank you, little boy. I almost came up. Are you a prince on dry land?” The mermaid lapped with the waters, the way she moved, she looked just like a reflection of moonlight. But if Elvis looked just right, he could see her.

“Sometimes people call me a king, I guess.” Elvis mumbled, noticing a little shell and giving it a flick into the water. He was sure that the mermaid caught it. “Hey toss that back.” But, the waves pulled it away, alright then. She could have that too. This mermaid sure did take a lot.

“Why are you alone, human?” The mermaid asked, it sounded like she might start crying. That couldn’t be right. Mermaids couldn’t cry in the water. “Listen now, I think you’re real nice. The ocean goes up and becomes rain, so, anything you give, I’ll give back… Just wear a helmet.” 

Elvis laughed, So did she. He laid back in the sand and let his legs get wet. He wondered if it’d pull him out. Didn’t mermaid do that? But it didn’t grab him. He just felt the water, and that was all. “I hate caviar, what’s what they had in that room,” Elvis said, though he was sure he did not pronounce caviar right, rubbing at his eyes. They felt a little wet. 

The water then had a huge lapse, almost got all the way up to his chest, Elvis squealed and pulled back from the water, “you did that on purpose,” he said, pointing to the shore, the clever little mermaid slapped her tail in time with the water, surely just playing a game. 

“Just waking you up," she said. He couldn’t help himself in smiling.

He’d always liked the idea of something magical, he loved the idea of something like that to be here now. “You were the one with your feet in my face, I get feet in my face all the time,” the mermaid said back, but Elvis could tell she wasn’t mad at him, it was the way of water.

In his defense, he hardly could have her next to him. “There was a lobster tank in the hotel. You could live there.” The water spat at him, he supposed that was an answer. “And you couldn’t shrink to a fish bowl…” He could hear her mutter ‘could you?’

Sometimes. Sometimes Elvis could wish he could shrink. Then maybe, people wouldn’t ask him to be so big all the time. He sat in the sand holding his knees loosely. The moon got higher, he got lower. 

The water felt a little softer on him. He could feel the mermaid’s hand. She spoke. “It’s hard to see underwater. Doesn’t mean the moon is gone, does it? Just look up.”

Elvis did. And he wasn’t alone. He heard footsteps in the sand, coming towards him. He was scared. He wanted to just jump into the water, swim away so no one would see him. But as he squeezed the sand, the water gave him a push.

“Elvis.” Jerry. He looked down with a kindness Elvis didn’t see enough. “You weren’t on the back porch, just wanted to check on you, are you alright?”

The mermaid. She’d swam away.

The regression was fading. But Elvis knew he had something to say. He stood up, he dusted himself off. “Jerry, I think I need to talk to you. There’s something about me, something… I’ve been hiding and- I didn’t want to tell anyone about.”

Jerry put a hand on his shoulder. Firm, caring, “I’m here, man. What do you want to tell me?”

The mermaid was no longer at the beach. In terms of imaginary friends, he had a feeling she was more comfortable out in the open ocean, swimming free. 

Fic inspired by: @mooodyblue little!E content :)

[kiankiwi]

I would love a fic where we feed BDE baby food and butch and we take care of him gently and just let him be a tiny bebe to relief his stress and he enjoys it a lot ☺️

I have such a soft spot for TLCing Big Daddy

You got it! I love babying BDE!

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Jerry walked in carrying a crying Elvis and you knew right then and there he had dropped into headspace on the way home from the studio.

"Oh gosh," You whispered under your breath as your husband and little cried into his best friend's manager "What happened baby boy?" Jerry swayed Elvis in his arms as he spoke for him. "He was constantly fighting going down all day and then he got into a fight with the Colonel. He dropped fully on the way home. He seems to be nonverbal." You nodded, "Probably dropped into babyspace then. Thank you Jerry I got it from here." Jerry nodded and with only a little bit of a fight, Jerry successfully transferred a still upset Elvis into your arms.

"Hi baby, oh I know, so upset! It's alright mama's here okay? No one's mad at you baby, I promise." You carried Elvis up to the nursery and sat with him in the rocking chair. You adjusted him in your arms and ran your hands comfortingly through his hair. "Baby, it's okay, you're safe here. You can stay down as long as you want I promise. If you wanna be tiny, you can be tiny. Mama's here to take care and love on you bubbas."

That calmed Elvis down significantly. "There we go baby boy. My tiny little boy." You said as he reached up and patted your face. "Hi sweetheart, do I have a tiny boy on my hands right now?" Instead of answering, Elvis just signed "milk" at you.

"Oh, are you hungry? Should we go get you some butch baby boy? Would you like that." You tickled Elvis and he kicked out, giggling. That's when you realized E was still in his big boy clothes. "Ope, maybe we should change you first baby." You picked Elvis back up and sat him on your hip as you looked through his closet for a onesie.

You quickly laid him down on the changing table, making quick work of the change, narrowly avoiding an accident. "There we go baby, does that feel better having a diaper on your bum?" In answer, Elvis just nibbled on his fingers. "Yeah, I know you're hungry mister, let's go."

You take Elvis downstairs to the living room and strap him into the adult sized baby swing to leave him while you go and make a bottle. As soon as you turn around and walk to the kitchen, you hear your little one shaking the bouncer yelping. "Oh I know baby, how dare I set you down. Gimme five minutes bubba, I gotta make you some butch!" You began to start making the bottle despite El was having such a meltdown. "Mister, c'mon bubba. You're being sooooo dramatic! Are you mad? Are you mad at mama?" Elvis growled at you. "Oh such an angry boy! I know, I'm sorry bubba, give me a second."

Shaking the now made bottle as you come back into the room, you find your bubba finally mesmerized by the little dancing berries he's watching on the TV screen. "Look what I have bubba! Yum yums! You want some?" Elvis made grabby hands for the bottle. "I know I know, let mama sit first." You grabbed him up and sat with him on the couch down adjusted Elvis as he laid across your lap and offered him the bottle. He took the nipple in his mouth and immediately started chugging it. "Aht, aht, slow down mister. We don't want you getting a sore tummy okay?" Elvis whined as you angled the bottle so he had to drink it slower and used one hand to affectionately rub his big belly. "I know sweetie, mama's so mean making sure you don't choke on your butch huh?" Elvis gave you a grumpy glare as he continued to drink his bottle. "Oh I know, I'm so mean for not wanting you to choke!" You chuckled as Elvis looked back at the dancing berries onscreen.

Once he finished the bottle, Elvis whined again as you positioned him over your shoulder since he was so entranced watching the dancing berries. "I know you like the blueberries bubba but I gotta get your burps up or you'll be angry at me and won't be able to sleep okay? It'll be quick I promise."

Elvis figured out that he could still watch the TV as you patted his back and that calmed him a bit. "Hey, you gotta burp for me if you want to lay back down okay? Just a little one." You said, rubbing your babies back. You continued patting for almost ten minutes before Elvis finally burped. "Theeeere we go bubby. Doesn't that feel better? Good boy!" Elvis pushed his fists into your shirt to look at you and smiled, loving the praise. "Yes, you're mama's good boy. Such a good boy!" Elvis smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek. "Thank you sweetheart, you're so sweet giving mama kissies!" You leaned in and attacked El with kisses causing him to giggle. Your favorite sound in the world. You're so glad baby is allowed to have this time to be tiny and be stress free.

@mooodyblue @earthbaby-angelboy

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I feel like nothing happens in this fic but I hope you enjoyed it!!! <3

I'm SO HAPPY to be back writing little!e

[yours-truly-henry-jekyll]

So Willy Wonka, who is Poe Dameron's son and is in love with Mary Jane Watson, fights Elvis Presley for world domination? And all of this happens IN SPACE? Sounds mad, I'm in!

Edit: Amy March married Laurie again. This time for political reasons

[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.

[mamasturn]

send you away, major gale cleven

pairing: major gale cleven (masters of the air) x black fem oc (eden marie cleven)

content: eden is anxious about having to be separated from her husband when he reveals that he has to serve in England.

an: I was burnt out from writing elvis content, but, now we're on masters of the air content, yay!

“I’m sorry, baby, but I gotta go.” His voice was a song sung by an old church choir; soothing, warm like her mama’s hugs, then it got disruptive. Like the snares of the drums as the song reached a climax. “They need us in England.” 

The pained look on her face would be engrained in his mind forever. There would be no way for him to forget it. Her thick eyebrows eat in a deep frown, pushing the rest of her features further down. Her eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, glistened with tears. She refused to blink. The gentle rivers would transition to monstrous waterfalls with no dam to keep them at bay. And her lips, full and swollen from tender kisses, quivered as she clenched her jaw to keep her composure. 

“For how long?” Her voice was quiet. Gale sighed heavily and ran a heavy hand through his hair. If he had an answer, he’d give it to her. But, his silence spoke loud enough. She hummed and brushed his hand off her lap and began to trudge upstairs. A defeated sigh came from him. 

“E,” Gale called out. He followed her up the wooden steps. “Eden!” 

His large hand palmed their bedroom door that threatened to push him out. The lamp on her side of the bed was on, the blankets on the left side were pulled back, and she stood in front of the mounted mirror brushing her freshly pressed hair. Her sad expression had morphed into one like stone. He could see her jaw tick as each second passed. 

Gale took slow steps toward her. He could only imagine what she was thinking. Her husband, whom she’d only been married to for six months, was being shipped off to England to assist them in bringing down Germany. How coulde she not be upset? 

Gale stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His advances didn’t keep her from wrapping her hair and tossing her satin scarf around her head. He leaned down, nose brushing against the shell of her ear. Eden’s breath hitched. His lips followed, pecking at the sensitive area below her ear. He pulled at her skin with his teeth and she whimpered softly, her hand falling on top of his. “Gale…” A warning. 

“Talk to me,” he pleaded. “Please.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said after some time. “I knew what I got into when I married you but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m scared, Gale!” Finally, she turned to meet his gaze. So big and blue, they were. Filled with sympathy and remorse. 

“I knew what I was getting into when I married you, but still! I gotta send my husband away and I don’t want to think about the day where someone could knock on the door telling me--”

Gale shushed her softly and pressed her body against his in a tight embrace. His warm hand gripped her chin and tapped softly. She met his eyes. “So let’s not think about that. I leave in three weeks. We’re gonna focus on making these three weeks worthwhile, and we’ll cross the other bridge when we get to it. But I’ll always be with you one way or another, you know that, darlin’. You do know that, don’t you?”

Eden nodded. Gale raised an eyebrow. “I know, baby.” 

Gale hummed and drew invisible lines along the bare skin other thigh. The lace of her slip tickled her leg. His hand inched up slowly. “How about we practice for that final send off?” 

Eden smiled knowingly and broke away from him, peeling the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders her bare body on display. “C’mon, we’ve got all night.” 

All night indeed.

[presleysdoll]

eyes.

[jhoneybees]

Wittle tummy🥺

[karel-in-wonderland]

Oh my goodness, my Sims Elvis can be little. @mooodyblue and @star-shard could appreciate.

[pralinesims]

Heartbreak hotel

[earthbaby-angelboy]

i’ve had these sitting in my phone for a while, so here’s pt. 1 of what is going to be a very long saga of el pics that have babey vibes! :D

[ellie-24]

Spilled wine and the consequences

Word count: ~ 1.2 k

Warnings: littlespace, little!elvis, mentions of alcohol, that's it I guess.

So @kiankiwi and I were talking about the book baby let's play house and how Elvis could be a very jealous man. I wondered how this side of him would show when he's little. So here's my take!!

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Elvis hadn't regressed for a long time now and it showed. The last few weeks were filled with rough concert schedules and he just didn't allow himself to slip at all during that time. He grew more and more agitated with time, getting annoyed and angry at the smallest inconveniences.

Once during a rehearsal he threw a tantrum because he almost stumbled over some microphone cord on stage.

Your attempts of calming him were met with a "Leave me alone dammit!" as he stormed off with another curse.

You wanted to help him regress multiple times but he'd always flee the room everytime he so much as saw that particular caring and maternal look on your face that you sported when he was little.

You and the rest of the Memphis Mafia were relieved when he had a few days off and you could just relax at Graceland for a little while. On the first evening him and his whole entourage including you sat together talking and enjoying the free time. Elvis sat in his armchair not really saying much the entire time, instead preferring to watch.

You sat on the sofa talking to Jerry as you sipped on your wine, occasionally glancing over at the raven haired man in the armchair next to you. He had been frowning for some time now, his eyes flitting over to you when he thought you weren't looking. When you laughed at something Jerry said so hard that there were tears forming in your eyes, Elvis' frown turned into a proper pout. You didn't notice though as you were still laughing and in a moment of clumsiness you accidentelly spilled some of your wine onto Jerry's jacket.

You immediately sobered up with a "Oh my god Jerry I'm so sorry, shit, sorry!" and grabbed a few napkins from the table in a weak attempt to clean him up. You tried patting his jacket dry with the paper napkins but quickly realized it was in vain.

"Of course it had to be red wine!" you groaned, throwing up your arms. "Sorry Jer, I'm gonna have to wash your jacket, give it to me." you stated. Jerry laughed at your antics and began to remove his jacket when a sudden movement behind you startled you.

You turned around and saw Elvis storming out of the room. You couldn't even react, you just winced when he slammed the door shut behind him. You turned back around to face Jerry who also immediately knew what was going on.

"Imma just-" you gestured behind you in the direction Elvis just disappeared.

"Go Y/N." Jerry smiled understandingly.

"I'll take care of the jacket I promise!" He just gave you a thumbs up and you left the room to follow Elvis. You went up to his bedroom and saw him hiding under the blanket of your shared bed.

You carefully closed the door behind you and slowly sat down on the edge of the matress. The blanket covered him from head to toe but part of his teddy bear peaked out from under the it, meaning he was definetely little right now, as the teddy would usually rest in his night stand.

"Elvie?" you carefully asked, opting not to touch him right now as you didn't want to startle him.

Then you heard a muffled "No!" from under the blanket.

"Elvie baby, what's going on? I want to help you sweetie." you spoke in the soft and tender tone he loved so much.

He softly whimpered.

"...Go help Jerry!" he then spat angrily.

You frowned. "Baby...what?"

"... M-mommy likes Jerry more than p-poor Elvie!"

"Elvie sweetie what are you talking about?" you asked, your heart breaking a little.

With a huff he threw the blanket away and turned to face you, fresh tears in his eyes and his face already red from crying.

"No one m-makes Mommy laugh like that!! Only yittle Elvie! Mommy mustn't take care of stupid Jerry and his stupid jacket!! Y-you're my mommy!! N-no one else's!" He ended his tirade with a sob and hid his face in the teddy bear.

You cooed and leaned over to him and gently ran your fingers through his hair.

"Elvie baby look at me please."

He only continued to sob into the teddy.

"Elvie was m-mean to Mommy when she tried to help!! No wonder she doesn't like him a-anymore!!" he cried, his bottom lip quivering in desperation.

"Sweetie that's not true at all. I know the last few weeks have been very hard for you. You had no time to relax, to be little when you needed it. I understand that you were angry and frustrated. Now please look at me, love."

After a few seconds he carefully peeked at you from behind his stuffie. You looked deeply into his sad baby blue eyes and placed a soothing hand on his cheek, wiping away the tear stains in the process.

"Sweetie you are my everything. I love and adore everything about you and nothing can change that. And just because I laugh with others or help someone else it doesn't mean that I forgot about you! You'll always be my widdle Elvie."

He thought about that for a minute until a slight pout formed on his face again.

"I'm sorry Mommy for being mean! I didn't want to!" he whined.

"It's okay baby I forgive you. I'm proud of you for apologizing!" you cooed, tapping his nose.

A small smile found it's way on his face, before he looked up to you with yet another pout. "I still don't like it when Mommy takes care of others. You are my Mommy." he insists as he crawls into your arms and rests his head on your chest. "My mommy." he emphasized again, nuzzling even closer to you and clutching you tighter in his arms to further prove his point.

"I know baby. I'll always be your mommy." you whispered and softly kissed his head.

"I am your best boy? Not stupid Jerry?" he asked hopefully.

You couldn't surpress a small chuckle as he kept calling one of his best friends stupid.

He raised his head and watched your smile with a look of adoration in his eyes.

"Mommy has the most beautiful laugh." he sighed lovingly, proud that he made you laugh again.

You chuckled once more and pressed light kisses all over his face, making him giggle. "Oh sweetie, you're the bestest boy ever! I love you so much."

"I love you more Mommy!" he laughed as he pressed his face back against your neck. Then he grabbed your hand and put it on top of his head. You knew what he was asking for and lightly scratched your nails along his scalp. He grabbed a fistful of your shirt and let out a peaceful sigh. "You only take care of your yittle Elvie tonight." he murmured and closed his eyes blissfully.

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I hope yall enjoyed it!! I don't know how frequently i'll write something, this idea was just stuck in my head and had to get out looool

[harmonictechnicality]

Eddie's One Rule

prompt: cake | wc: 311 | rating: T (for language) | for @steddiemicrofic's August prompt :)

Eddie had been perfectly clear on the “No Strippers” rule for his bachelor party. Tacky Las Vegas casino? Sure. Concerning amounts of tequila served in glow-in-the-dark shot glasses? Whatever. Karaoke at a space-themed diner?

… Okay. He’ll admit - that last one sounds fucking awesome. He’s been rehearsing a thrashy rendition of Mr. Roboto for weeks now. In all honesty, strippers were his only veto. 

But here they are, standing in a dimly-lit club that’s not even remotely close to the Vegas strip. 

“Low blow, man. Really.” Eddie gestures to the pole in the center of the room, then back towards Gareth. Should’ve revoked his Best Man privileges while he had the chance. 

Gareth ignores him and yells, “Bring it in, fellas!”

“Bring what in-”

The low strums of ‘I Touch Myself’ by the Divinyls flows through the speakers as the backdoor opens. The rest of Eddie’s wedding party begin rolling out a wooden cart with goddamn cake on it.

And it’s not an ordinary cake - not even an edible one. This one is clearly fake and almost six feet tall.

The cardboard lid pops off, revealing Eddie’s fiancé emerging from the top, fucking shirtless (which is the least surprising part of the evening).

His anger dissolves behind the sound of Steve belting the song, head swaying offbeat. Looking so damn happy. Eddie hasn’t made many good decisions in his life, but Steve is by far his best.

“Still wanna marry me after this little stunt?” Steve asks, pointing at the cake structure around him.

Eddie saunters over, rolling his eyes despite that swirling pulse of love in his chest. Steve automatically bends over from the center. Kisses him, still humming the song as their lips meet. 

“Why wait?” Eddie smiles. He brushes a few strands of Steve’s hair behind his ear and whispers, “We’re in Vegas right now, baby.”