#cgelvis

[kiankiwi]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy reading

[kiankiwi]

hihi. would love to see maybe cg!elvis tending to a very needy/clingy little you 👀

Nap Trapped:

You were not having a good day. You just wanted to be attached to Elvis's side constantly even though he's working today. While he was working, Elvis had made Jerry in charge of babysitting you while you were in headspace but you were growing increasingly mad because you just wanted your daddy and no matter what Jerry did for you, whether it was get you juice or get you a paci or anything else to take care of you, in your mind he didn't do anything the right way. You just wanted your daddy and nothing would be right again until he gave you his undivided attention.

You were currently sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor pouting because you just wanted your daddy. Jerry, frustrated just decided to finally tell Elvis. "Oh honey, what are we going to do with you?" Jerry asked as he picked you up off the floor as you groaned, trying to get away.

"Hold on, hold on, you want to go see daddy don't you?" Finally understanding where he's taking you, you stop fighting the hold and sit calmly as he takes you to see Elvis in his office as he takes calls.

Elvis is sitting in his office taking calls and writing lyrics and only looks up when Jerry softly knocks on the door standing in the doorway with you perched on his hip. You give Elvis the biggest grin and wave at him animatedly. "Hi daddy. I miss you." He gives you a small smile. "Hi baby, what're you doing?" Jerry sighs, handing you over to Elvis. "Something's off today, she's not herself. She's been crying for you and everything I do for her seems to not be 'the right way' so I figured I could take over for you in here while you hang with her. Maybe find out what's up with her?" Elvis nods, pecking your cheek. "Thanks Jerry, just let me know when you're done. We'll be in the living room."

Elvis sits on the couch and you snuggle into his neck, snuggling deeper into his body, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Elvis rubs your back and groans as you almost dig into his skin as you try to get as close as possible. "What is going on with you baby?" "Snuggle." You mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck.

After twenty minutes of you two just cuddling, you decide to readjust and sit up on his lap, facing him and taking his face in your hands, studying the details of his face. "Do I look good baby?" Elvis smiles when that remark gets you to chuckle. "Can I have a kiss?" Elvis puckers his lips but laughs when you lean forward and peck his forehead. "Thank you, you're so nice."

Elvis notices when you lay back on his chest that the body heat coming off of you is rather hot. "Baby, are you feeling okay?" You shrug, deciding to stay quiet. Elvis picks you up and takes you to the master bathroom, looking for the thermometer.

You nearly scream at the loss of contact when Elvis sits you on the bathroom counter as Elvis looks around for the thermometer. "You're okay baby, you're just fine. Daddy's not going anywhere." Elvis finds the thermometer and points to something in the opposite direction of it, asking, "Hey look, what's that??" Before slyly sticking it in your ear. You groan at the invading tool but don't pull away knowing what would happen if you do.

Elvis cups your face in his hand and calms you by rubbing his thumb back and forth across your cheek and it keeps you quiet because at least you have a bit of contact. He pulls it out at the beep and grimaces at the reading.

102.5.

"Well that's no good darling. Can you tell daddy what doesn't feel good?" You shrug, rubbing at your head. "Your head hurts?" Elvis clued in that this would be one of your rather infrequent pointing days. He understood that with your fever you probably didn't have a lot of energy. "Ok baby, you're not gonna like this but daddy's gotta get your fever down okay? So we gotta give you a little bit of medicine."

Elvis takes you into the kitchen and attempts to sit you on the counter to prepare the medicine but you weren't having it. You wanted to be held and that was that. Elvis groaned and decided he needed help. "Jerry!"

"Wassup, boss." Elvis swayed you in his arms soothingly. "She has a fever and will not let me set her down can you get me the syringe with the liquid tylenol." Jerry nods and gets to work preparing the dosage.

After some deliberation the men decided it would be best if they would give you the medicine just as you are, resting your head on his shoulder as he held you. "You gotta take this love okay? Oh wow, her eyes are glazed over E." Jerry asks, unsure if you'll fight him. Elvis sighed, he hated seeing his baby sick. "Yeah, she does not feel good. I think she'll be fine if I just keep holding her. That seems to be all she wants today. Won't let me put her down for nothing." Jerry nodded. "Okay..." He said a bit unconvinced. "Ready? 1.. 2.. 3.." And surprisingly you don't put up a fight at all, just tired.

"Good job lovie!" Elvis praises you. You only pull back to take a swig from your sippy cup. And as soon as you take enough water to wash the taste of it out of your mouth, you give your sippy cup to Jerry and immediately place your head back on daddy's shoulder. Elvis laughs, cooing at you and rubbing your back.

"Okay, I think we are gonna take a nap, thank you Jerry." Elvis tries to go the stairs, planning to go put you to bed upstairs but you whine as soon as he puts his hand on the railing. "What's up, bug?" "Want you to lay with me." You mumble. He nods, climbing the stairs carefully so as not to jostle you too much. "I will, we'll lay in my bed."

Elvis brings you into the master bedroom and he lays down beside you but slowly you creep up and lay almost all the way on top of him with your head on his chest. Once you stop moving, Elvis groans and laughs, rubbing his hand up and down your back. "You comfy baby?" "Don't feel good." He nods. "I know."

In minutes you were asleep on top of his chest. And Elvis felt like he was in heaven. There was no other place he'd rather be with you so relaxed and resting with him. He didn't even care that he was 100% nap trapped.

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Two of these in one night! I hope you enjoyed this one! I loved it! <3 love ya

[kiankiwi]

Here's an idea; Elvis comforting little!reader when they wake up in the middle of the night with a bad tummy ache after secretly eating too much candy? Thanks!

You are so good at this! <3

Elvis wakes up at an ungodly hour to a hand smacking his face. And is that sniffling and hiccuping he hears? Oh no. He bolts up reaching around in the dark for his bedside light switch and what he lays his eyes on is not a pretty sight. Your sitting beside his bed, on your knees, your pajamas covered in vomit and you're trying to swallow your sobs.

"Ooh no," He sleepily drawls. "What happened, baby?" You swipe at your wet eyes with the back of your hand. "Daddy.. I'm sorry.. I couldn't..." Elvis, not caring that you're covered in sick shushes you and swiftly picks you up, settling you in bed beside him.

"Hey, no no baby. It's not your fault. It just snuck up on ya, didn't it?" You nod, giving a sad "Mmhmm" and Elvis has to resist the urge to coo at you.

Elvis eyes the open bathroom door as you sit beside him. "You feel like you're gonna do it again, honey?" You shake your head, wiping your nose on your sleeve. He nods. "Alright.." He looks around the room, trying to come up with a plan of action. What he needs to do first.

"Alright, let's get you out of these yucky jammies, hmm?" He stands from the bed and puts you on his hip, where you're content just resting on his shoulder as he takes you to his large ensuite bathroom with the jacuzzi tub.

"Bubbles, daddy?" You ask as Elvis sits you on the closed toilet lid as he pulls your arms up so he can remove your soiled top. "No, not this time baby, we're just gonna wash you off a bit okay? We don't even have do your hair." Your eyes went big at that. You hated doing your hair most bath times because it often got tangled as it dried.

Halfway through your quick bath, you leaned your head back tiredly against the wall with a yawn. "Tired daddy." He nods. "I know baby. How does your tummy feel?" You shrug, poking it. "It hurts but not pukey hurt." Elvis could work with that.

He nods. "Is it still sore?" You shake your head and decide to show him. "Feels like this..." You show him your two hands and start opening and closing your fists trying to show him how it felt like it was intensely cramping up. "And it feels hot and yucky." You absentmindedly wrap one arm around your midsection under the warm water.

You look away as Elvis studies your face for pain, feeling guilty. "Yeah, I'm sorry baby. I wonder if you ate something bad. Because daddy's not feeling icky." Elvis raised his eyebrows prompting you to go on. He knew that as a consequence of always having dinner guests that adored you, many of them would sneak you treats or candy and often times sneak you way too much of it just to please you so they would become your 'favorite' Mafia member. Tonight the culprit was Jerry.

"Uh, Jerry gave me a cookie after dinner.. and I asked him for another one after that and he said no because he said you'd get mad and while him and you were playing the game with the balls (pool) I snuck three more... I'm sorry daddy."

Elvis sighed, looking at you with a look of concern and disappointment. "It's okay baby but now do you know why daddy would've said no? You feel icky and then you get pukey baby." You nod, looking down as you start to cry again. Elvis picks you up, wrapped in one of his fluffiest towels and sways from side to side as you continue to cry on his shoulder.

"It's alright baby, you're okay honey. Here, let's get you in something cozy and then you and daddy can snuggle up in bed with a show okay?" You nod. "Daddy can I sleep in one of your shirts?" You loved how they swallowed you up and made you feel cozy and safe.

Elvis gives you one of his favorite house shirts and as expected it hangs off you. As soon you're dressed again, you raise your arms up, wanting to be carried even though the closet isn't even twenty feet away from the bed "Oh baby, you really don't feel good do you?" Elvis never denies carrying you because he loves feeling needed and/or wanted. And he enjoys the closeness.

Elvis sits you in the large bed and puts his hands up as if to silently tell you to stay. "Stay there, okay? I'm gonna go grab a bucket just in case." You nod sleepily.

Not even two hours later, you're up and nauseous again, poking Elvis in the face. "Wha' whasamatter?" He mumbles, still half asleep. "Daddy!" You whine. He remembers the events of earlier in the night and bolts upright, surprised you're not already covered in sick again. He grabs the bucket, thrusting it under your chin and you both just wait for the inevitable as he rubs your back.

"It's okay baby. You're just fine. Just let it out if you need to."

Ten minutes later, nothing happened. You look over to Elvis and you almost look surprised. "You okay baby? Not gonna happen?" You shake your head. "N-no, I'm sorry for wakin' you daddy." You whimper, silently crying. "No no baby. I'm glad you woke me because I want to be there if you don't feel good because I know it's going to make you feel better to have me here. You're okay baby. You sure you're not gonna puke baby?" You shake your head. "No, I'm okay daddy." He nods.

Setting the bucket on the floor again, Elvis lays back down, curling his tall body around you becoming the big spoon that you definitely need tonight. "Can I give you a tummy rub? Would that help?" Elvis waits for consent before he inches his fingers above the hem of your shirt and kneads his fingers into your belly. "Is that okay?" You nod. He snuggles into you, glad that he can literally feel you relaxing back into him. He sighs and pecks your shoulder. "Don't feel bad if you need to wake me again, okay?" You nod and wait a minute before you sleepily ask. "Do you need to go to work tomorrow daddy?" He sighs. "No baby. You need me. Colonel can wait one day." You nod and Elvis smiles when he hears you whisper, "No more cookies" before finally passing out.

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I know this might not be exactly what you requested but I really hope you liked this sickfic! I'm glad I finally got another fanfic up <3 Hope you enjoyed.

(A/N: I feel like Elvis says baby so much but I feel like the real Elvis did that)

[kiankiwi]

@mooodyblue you’ve given me so much inspiration for little!e I read your whole little e masterlist twice and i needed so much more so i started writing my own <3 I can’t wait for more little!e is out there. Thank you for inspiring me <3

[kiankiwi]

Littlespace Elvis

Recently learned that cgElvis/little elvis fanfic is a thing and I can’t wait to start writing some of my own.. if you don’t like it you don’t have to read obviously but just a heads up in case you don’t want to read it. But if you do, I have so many ideas and I hope you’re excited with me lol