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
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Katniss ground her teeth in frustration as she peeked out from her bathroom window.
Her beautiful blond neighbor was swimming in the lake that fell smack dab in the middle of both their property lines.
Naked.
Again.
She closed her eyes and turned away from the window, biting her lip. She was sure he was doing it on purpose this time.
The infuriating nudist bastard.
He was taking extra slow laps around the lake, as if inviting her to ogle him. Katniss hated to admit it, but it was a very tempting sight. He wasn't the tallest man in the world, he was more average height, but he was certainly well built, and taller than her small frame and very muscular.
His arms and legs were almost as thick as tree trunks and his chest was a solid wall of toned muscle leading down to his eye-catchingly trim waist and hips. His back was broad and powerful, with muscles that rippled with every stroke he took. And his backside…well she was embarrassed to admit she’d thought about what it would feel like to bite down on one of those perfectly rounded, exquisite fleshy globes quite a number of times. She hated to even think about the few times she’d caught a glimpse of his entire front, as he was getting in and out of the lake.
Suffice to say he was thick and well sculpted all over.
That was saying nothing of his face, which was unfairly handsome. She had almost bitten her tongue the first time they spoke, when she was arrested by his brilliant blue eyes that sparkled more than the waters of their crystalline lake in the bright sunshine. His slightly over long blond hair curled at the ends and bunched up around his ears but framed his face adorably and added to his boyish charm. He also had a mesmerizing smile, with one imperfectly perfect dimple that peeked out on the left side.
But as nice as he was to look at, the man was a terrific pain in the ass.
She’d asked him countless times now to not swim naked in the morning and each time he’d brushed off her requests. The first time she’d suggested he wear swimming trunks he very matter-of-factly told her he didn’t own any and then he’d walked away whistling a care-free tune. The next day when she’d suggested he just keep his boxers on he’d shook his head and said ‘no thanks’, and had gone back to painting the side of his house. Everytime she had made a request for more propriety he had responded with amused refusal.
Finally they’d had it out when she had demanded that he stop swimming naked.
“I’ve lived here all my life, and I’ve been swimming in the lake for almost that long. I’m not going to change my routine just because you’re a little prudish.” He had replied with an infuriating smirk and lazy drawl.
“I’m not a prude!”
“Oh, no? Well, someone who has such strict rules about what other people can and can’t wear while swimming on their own property doesn’t really seem like the flexible sort.”
“I’m flexible! Very flexible!” She’d shouted back and then had blushed at the amused grin he shot her, not noticing the double meaning until he’d smiled at her. She had only grown more flustered by his immature humor.
“I just don’t want to be greeted every morning by your male nakedness polluting the lake, which by the way is half mine according to the property lines!” She’d shouted at him.
“Oh, so it's not nudity that offends you, but it's the fact that I’m a guy. Ok, well, it's this simple. Just don’t look. Or, pretend I’m a girl. Whatever gets you going, Sweetheart.” He’d replied with a disgusting little wink and then just walked away, leaving her fuming and irritated.
She’d stomped the very short distance home (25 yards to be exact) and angrily cleaned her kitchen and living room from top to bottom in hopes of de-stressing, but to no avail. Then she’d stayed awake tossing and turning all night, finally coming up with a plan to get back at the smug asshole right before 1am.
She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, hair pulled back into a high ponytail and dressed only in a fluffy green bathrobe and slippers. She really wasn’t all that big or particularly pretty in her opinion, but she did have surprise on her side.
Her cheeks pinked as she second guessed her strategy. It had seemed brilliant last night but this morning she wasn’t sure if she could go through with it.
She looked quickly and carefully once more out the window and found him staring up at her, and waving like cocky little shit.
“Fuck it.” Katniss said to her own reflection and rushed downstairs to grab her yoga mat, earbuds, and cell phone. She paused at the back door that led out of the kitchen and subsequently to the lake, and left her robe hanging on a hook by the door.
She exited the house completely naked except for the yoga mat and her green slippers which she promptly slipped off after setting up her mat on a patch of newly trimmed grass directly beside the lake shore.
She peeked up and saw him coming back around to her side to rest after his last lap. It was only a matter of time. She thought as she very slowly and deliberately switched on her music and closed her eyes while she stretched out.
She hadn’t intended to imply she was physically flexible during their argument yesterday but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. She was an avid outdoor enthusiast, and she loved yoga. In fact she would have been out in the yard most mornings doing exactly that if it hadn’t been for her naked neighbor practicing his backstroke most mornings.
Katniss decided then and there not to let him chase her away from enjoying her own yard any longer.
She closed her eyes, concentrated on her music and the beginning poses, and blocked everything else out. It wasn’t until she felt someone yank an earbud out of her ear that she broke out of her meditative state.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Peeta stood off to the side, a white towel clinging to his slim hips. His chest was heaving and his face was red.
“It’s called yoga, and good morning to you too.” Katniss replied coolly as she rose into her high dragon pose.
His nostrils flared and he gaped at her for a moment. Katniss revelled internally with satisfied triumph. She wasn’t the curviest woman around, but he was still a guy. Nakedness had to affect him on some level. She sank down into her swan pose in one smooth motion.
She looked over at him again, noticing the way his eyes flicked down her body momentarily, lingering for just a fraction of a second longer on her breasts before flicking away, almost as if he was fighting with himself. She felt like his gaze set her on fire under her skin.
She knew why his eyes had zeroed in on her breasts. Her nipples had hardened from the breezy morning air. Maybe from his gaze on her as well. She fought the urge to cover her breasts, tramped it right down. She wasn’t really comfortable displaying her body like this, before him or anyone for that matter, but she ignored the discomfort and the morning chill. She had a point to prove after all, that two could play this game, or whatever it was that she and Peeta were doing.
He just stood there, trying not to look at her. But he was failing spectacularly. She could feel his eyes tearing themselves away and subsequently reattaching themselves to her body when she switched into a supported fish pose. She wasn’t even following any traditional pose progressions by this point. She was just winging it.
She had specifically chosen that particular pose just to watch him squirm. The move pushed her chest out as she arched her back in what she was sure was a softcore pornographic image.
She turned her head to catch him staring wide eyed and slack jawed at her naked chest heaving as she stretched upwards, in the highest arch she could.
“Can I help you with something?” Katniss suppressed the urge to smirk as she asked him with one arched eyebrow. Peeta seemed to realize he had been caught, and his mouth snapped shut.
She saw the muscles tighten in his jaw, as well as his pretty blue eyes narrow. She felt her body respond, her abdominal muscles clenching in an effort to relieve the ache building up inside of her. She didn’t know why she was both mortified that he was seeing her naked and simultaneously getting aroused by it.
“It seems like you’re going to great lengths to get back at me, neighbor. But did you ever think that your nudity wouldn’t bother me?” He said in a measured and even tone.
Katniss looked up at him for a second, and tried to hide her worry. The soothing instrumental music playing through the one earbud she still had on, did nothing to calm her quickening pulse.
She had known that her plan was risky, a gamble, really. But she had counted on the fact that Peeta was more of a jerk than a creep. In fact, the way he seemed to try to look anywhere but her naked body, even while he professed that it didn’t bother him made her feel better.
She examined him a little closer and noticed that the vein in the side of his neck was fluttering like he had just run a mile, and while he had just finished swimming she liked to think she was part of the reason his blood was still pounding.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to enjoy the backyard, and the beautiful morning. Same as you.” She said as she quickly transitioned into a butterfly pose and plopped her head down between her legs so she wouldn’t give him too much of a show.
“Oh, don’t play dumb Katniss. You know exactly what you’re doing. And I’m here to tell you it won’t work. So enjoy the mosquitoes and your bare ass yoga.” Peeta said in an angry and caustic tone and Katniss peeked up from her pose to watch him begin to walk away, towel slung dangerously low on his sexy hips.
“I will!” She called out angrily before flexing up quickly into the easy pose. She watched him retreat inside his house and felt momentarily vindicated before she looked down at her phone and realized this was right around the time he stopped swimming anyways and got ready for work. She frowned, wondering if she succeeded in making him uncomfortable at all.
She contemplated packing up her mat and heading inside but that felt too much like admitting defeat. Despite his threat of mosquitoes, there actually weren’t any bothering her. So instead she powered through her remaining poses. Making sure to keep her body in profile in relation to his house and windows the whole time, not wanting to perform something like wide-legged forward bend, or downward dog where he would be able to see ‘the whole kitty’ if he looked outside.
Right around the time she was in savasana pose, she heard his door open up and she willed herself not to react.
“You have a lady bug stuck under your right breast.” He said in a perfectly calm and collected voice as he passed her on his way back towards the lake shore.
Katniss reached down quickly and with a gasp discovered that she indeed did have a small bug stuck under her boob. She quickly scooped the bug up and set it down on a leaf so it could crawl away.
Then she turned around and scowled at his back as he continued to look away from her.
“I thought you were going to work.” She bit out the words more angrily than she intended.
“I am. Just came back for this.” Peeta said, holding up his water bottle and giving it a little shake. He had no doubt forgotten it when he left to get dressed earlier.
Katniss huffed indignantly and turned away from him, sitting up to finish doing her cool down stretches.
“What about you? Don’t you have work? Or are you just gonna hang out naked all day in the backyard?” He asked her in a gruff tone before turning back around to walk over.
She felt more vulnerable now that he was dressed and she was not, and she felt herself begin to sweat more despite the still cool morning. But she tried not to let it get the better of her.
“It’s my day off, so I can do whatever I want. Maybe I’ll go for a swim after this.” She said, giving him a pointed look.
She almost missed the way his mouth turned down into a slight, barely detectable frown.
“Well, have fun then.” Peeta told her after a moment. Then, with a small wave, he headed off in the direction of the front of his house where his car was parked.
“You too, buddy!” Katniss called out in a falsely friendly tone before standing up to go cool off in the lake. She felt like she needed a good cold dip to calm the heat that seemed to linger under her skin when she remembered his eyes on her naked body, and the way his deep voice stirred up something inside of her best left dormant.
She completely missed the backwards glance he cast at her before he swore softly under his breath and tore his eyes away from her tantalizingly naked backside and forced himself to exit the backyard and head off for work.
imagine baby e just trying to get out of his crib, like baby just climbs until he gets out and inmediatamente starts to crawl/stumble around until we find him. or baby getting out of the playpen and going to the kitchen, maybe he gets messy bc like he found something like honey or nutella, etc.
and when we get home baby is just with his diaper and eating something with his hands lol but when little e sees us he gets so happy
You knew something was wrong as soon as you came back from greeting fans at the gate and getting the mail... When you left you had put Elvis in his giant playpen so that he'd be occupied and safe while you went down to get the mail but now he was nowhere to be found. Oh no, this is bad. You tune your ears to try to figure out where he is. "Elvis? Baby, where'd you go?" You're searching the living room to see if he's hiding and starting a game of impromptu hide and seek. But you finally know where he is when you hear something dropping on the floor and a very quiet "Uh oh!" You peek into the kitchen to find Elvis sitting on the floor in the kitchen in just a t-shirt and he has his hands stuck in a big jar of nutella for breakfast. "Oh jeez, El. Baby, why?" You ask. Elvis squeaks when he notices you and turns giving you the biggest goofiest smile. As if to say, 'Nothing is wrong here, mama, I swear I wasn't getting into anything'. You lean your head back to the ceiling, taking a deep breath trying to figure out what to do.
First things first, get the nutella away from him. You take the nutella from him and when you grab it, he tightens his hold on it not wanting you to take it away from him and whines at you. "No baby, that's enough okay? You know you shouldn't have gotten out of your playpen. Now you're a mess!" Elvis whines and looks down at his messy hands, refusing to meet your eyes.
You set the nutella jar high on the counter so he can't reach it again and wet a washcloth from the linen closet and attacking Elvis's hands and face with it. He dares to groan at you and attempt to wiggle away from you. "No, no, you did this to yourself, bud."
You eventually get him cleaned up and pick him up, taking him back to the playpen, and setting him in it. "Ten minutes time out bud and then all is good okay? I gotta clean up the kitchen now okay?" Elvis pouts at you but amazingly lets you leave the room, watching you as you walk away.
Just as you're finishing cleaning up his mess and all the nutella, you hear Elvis whining for you and slamming his open palms on the carpet to get your attention. "Hold on, baby, I'm still here. You still have five minutes." You come back into the living room and sit at the white couch with a book, refusing to look at Elvis until he's at least don with timeout to remind him he's there for a reason. Elvis quiets down, just happy you're there where he can see you.
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ok but imagine doing a experiment with austin!baby e. like the coronel makes us ignore baby and just look a him as if we're mad and at first baby doesn't understand and will try to engage with us like babbling, pointing, making noises,etc. but when he realizes we're ignoring him baby just starts to cry and whine like he gets so sad until it's a meltdown and we give in. at first little e is kinda sad but then he cuddles us
He'd be so confused! We are told to come with E for meetings and we're confused as well and our guard is up as soon as we walk into the meeting room with E and notice that shit eating grin on the Colonel's face meaning the gears in his head are turning up a plan. "What do I need to be here for?" Elvis literally hides behind you and you take his hand in yours, squeezing, already feeling the need to protect him. "We want to do an experiment. I know Elvis goes into headspace and I wanted to see what he would do if you ignored him. So we're going to film his reaction and you will give him no reaction no matter what he does and we want to see how genuine his headspace is." Of course the Colonel thinks E and his regression is fake.
"You son of a bitch." The Colonel just gives you a big smile. "Don't say no just yet. If you do this for us, I am prepared to give him two months off straight. You two can finally go on that vacation you've been planning behind my back." You sighed, "Fine. But he will try to not slip just because you're here. So it might take a minute to put him in headspace." The Colonel nods. "Just call me back once he's slipped." And the Colonel leaves the room.
Elvis watches him leave. "What, what's going on? Why'd he leave?" You sigh, cupping Elvis's cheek in your hand. "It's okay baby, do you want to go down?" He nods, relaxing against your hand. "Yes, please. Go home?" He knows that when the Colonel is around, he has to usually wait till he's home to slip. "It's okay, you can go down while we're here. Mama will keep you safe." Elvis was already feeling a bit fuzzy on the edges of his mind but he knew the Colonel was still around here somewhere.
"But maaaamaaaa..." He elongated the a's as he whined, jiggling his knees a bit. "Baby, it's okay. We gotta film something for work real quick then we can go home. Mama is here. Jerry is here too. You want to see Jerry?" He nodded. Having Jerry here would really help calm his worries.
"Jerry! He wants you." Not even two minutes later, Jerry pops his head into the room, smiling at his friend and boss. "Hey E, what's up?" He looks to you to explain because he doesn't really understand. "The Colonel wants to film some regression experiment and I don't want to film it but if we do, we'll get two weeks of vacation. So we're trying to go down right now." Elvis opened his arms to his tour caregiver and best friend. "Hug, Jer?" Jerry nodded. "Yeah, E of course I'll give you a hug." Jerry gives E a hug and works his magic, helping him slip, whispering little things in his ear, helping him down. And E looks to you, pouting. "If I film whatever this is, can we go home?" You nod, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, helping him slip even deeper. "Yes, of course baby. We can go home ad take a nap, cuddle, color, watch movies whatever you want, honey. It'll be all okay, promise."
Ten minutes later, you call the Colonel back in and he starts filming as you and E sit across from each other at the table and Jerry just watches in the corner, ready to jump in if needed.
To start off, we play around with him, talking in baby voice, pretending to eat his fingers, kissing on him, everything. "Oh I love you so much. You're the best baby ever. Yeah, you happy?" Elvis laughs as you tickle his chest and under his chin. "So giggly today."
And out of nowhere, the Colonel directs, "And stop." You hate what you need to do but you know the sooner the experiment is over, you can go home and comfort E for what you're about to do.
In a split second, you go from playing and babbling with E to straight face, looking mad at him, trying to show no expression at all. And Elvis's initial reaction just breaks your heart. He looks so confused and he whimpers, "Mama?" He's so confused. Like, why did my mama just turn off her face.
Your face stays neutral despite how hard it is and Elvis starts to try to engage you. He pats your face, trying to play with you but still you show nothing. Elvis pouts and tries to lean forward to give you a kiss. Still nothing.
"Now ignore him." Pipes up the Colonel. You sneakily show the Colonel your middle finger under the table so E doesn't see and pick a spot on the wall just staring at it, not looking at E. "Mama?" Nothing. Elvis starts to cry, trying to grab your hand and pull on you wanting your attention bad.
"Mama. Elvis wants you." Nothing. "MAMA!" Now he knows not to yell but maybe you'll pay attention to him if he's breaking the rules. "MAMA! HELP!" Now he's resorting to acting like he needs help. "MAMA!!! MAMA!" Finally, he decides to get off the chair he's sitting in and walk around the table over to you and stands in front of you, getting in your face and cupping your face in his hands. "MAMA!" He screams in your face, scared that there's something medically wrong with you now. Elvis hugs himself to you, hoping the touch will help you. Finally you decide fuck the Colonel, this has gone on long enough and hug him back.
Feeling your arms wrap around him as well, Elvis bursts into angry, scared tears. You help Elvis sit on your lap, facing you and hold him to your chest as you shush him and rock him a bit. "I'm sorry baby, all done. I'm sorry. It's over. It's all done." Elvis nods and just continues crying into your shoulder. You turn your face and repeatedly kiss his teary cheek. "I'm so sorry baby. Let's go home okay?" You adjust Elvis as you stand up and put him on your hip as he clings to you. You rub his back as you glare at the Colonel over his shoulder and Jerry walks with you out of the room.
At least you got a 2 month break out of this
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I hope this was okay! I hated that the Colonel wanted to do this experiment! I wish we didn't have to do it to basically force E to be sad :( But I hope you liked it
sometimes jerry is like when e is in tummy time he makes him crawl and then walk like Jerry has a bottle and his favorite paci so he's like "come on baby" and we're watching how elvis is just at first crawling and then starts to walk, he wobbles and sometimes trips, but he basically tackles jerry and jerry just laughs. if he is waddling he definitely tackles jerry and baby just giggles
Sometimes E HATES tummy time depending on what mood he is in and if we make him do tummy time to help his neck muscles and holding his head up and stuff so on the days Jerry is babysitting and E just hates tummy time, he lets him crawl around and Jerry brings a bottle in as he's crawling around and he stands in the doorway and is like "Hey baby, see what I got?" E notices the bottle and makes impatient grabby hands at it and Jerry just stands in the doorway shaking his head. "Nope, you gotta come get it. Can you walk to Jer to get it." E really wants the bottle so he bravely stands up and puts his arms out to balance and Jerry just gives him a big grin to encourage him to continue going. He loves tackling Jerry so he loves when he gets to Jerry he basically lets himself fall against him, knowing Jer will catch him
