— 𝟓𝟎𝐬! 𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬; 𝐡𝐜𝐬 —
જ⁀➴ — • summary: just little romantic hcs <3; • a/n: i wanna write for my lovee, so i’m starting with this <33 • cw: none? elvis being sweet as sugar, is all ❤︎︎
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• buries his face in the crook of your neck, seeking comfort in the scent of your skin
• toys with your hair and winds it round each of his fingers, just adores its sweet softness
• plays with your rings and fingers, and brings your hand to his mouth for a kiss
• sits with a hand on the inside of your thigh and rubs slow circles there with his thumb
• has a hand on the small of your back, or curved round your waist when you’re standing and talking; even more so in public, when surrounded by crowds — as you get used to being as he rises in fame
• hugs you from behind and kisses your neck until you just can’t think straight
• does that, and whispers sweet things in your ear that have you blushing as he just smirks against you, and now you’re decidedly not concentrating on your other conversation — can only feel him
• opens his arms/pats his lap for you to come and sit on it, and then holds you by the waist
• just needs your closeness, is so touchy and affectionate with you — just you, always you. cos after all you’re his girl, and he wants everyone else to know it — and how can’t they, when you’re just like one person? when you’re practically attached at the hip?
• you sit on the counter of his dressing room, and elvis frames his hands on either side of your thighs. he leans like that until he’s almost standing flush against your front, and you wrap your legs round his waist. you kiss and kiss and kiss
• even though he’s meant to be on stage in — goddamn, less than a minute? you bet your ass he can’t think past the feel of your lips on his own
• stands and rubs his hands down your arms to your elbows in soft, soothing strokes — it comforts you both, those sweet little touches, and it’s just like a grounding assurance
• presses soft kisses all over your face, just adoring how you react — letting out little laughs and trying to swat at him, though the last thing you’d ever want is for him to stop
• tucks your hair behind your ear and presses a kiss to your temple or forehead
• without him needing to ask, you straighten the collar or tie of his suit. he can’t take his eyes off you when you do this, something so goddamn simple yet intimate, too.
• you always sitting in the PRESLEY chair on his movie sets while he’s out doing takes; watching him work from your spot, having cute candid photos taken of your subtle claim as his girl <3
• and why not? it’s your last name, too. or at least it will be, if it isn’t quite yet <3
• wearing his suit jacket over your shirt while he wears the rest of the set, and being photographed backstage with you standing with your arms held around his waist from behind. he turns his head — with that smile — to look at you while he’s still talking with someone, and the photo that’s taken shows his attention isn’t on them anymore, it’s just wholly on you <3
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HEADCANON: Ken’s got crushes on EVERYBODY, because you know, he works on their planes all the time, knows them like the back of his hand, and all the guys know that he’s down bad for pretty much every flyboy, so they heap affection on him. They all love their ground crew chief with all their hearts.
OH MY GOD YES! YOU GET IT!
He's honestly like a little wife to all of them, you know. He doesn't get to go on any of the missions but he's always waiting when they get back, immediately at their side, ready to fix their ships to make sure they're safe for the next one.
It's hard for him to see all the men he's got a crush on coming back injured, or missing, or-
Well, he tries not to think on it, tries to be grateful for those he still has.
They worship him, ruffling his hair, swinging their arm around him, pulling him to them. Sometimes the groups will hoist him up if he's done something particularly impressive or tough. He'll beam, flushing from all the attention, from all the contact.
He's like a little puppy dog, following them around when they're out on base, hoping they'll come visit him, tail practically wagging the moment he spots company.
He gets bashful when they compliment his efforts, knowing it's because he tries his best, but still unable to handle people calling him out on his worth because it gets him so flustered.
They have pet names for him, a lot of the boys will be like: "Oh where's my sweetheart?" "Where's my little Kenny?" "C'mere darlin, did you miss me?" Etc etc
It's meant to just be playful, but it has a real reaction on him. He thinks about it when he goes to sleep, feels how his cheeks warm, already planning out what he'll say in return the next time someone says something like that to him. "Honey, welcome home!" The idea of saying that has him pressing his cheek into his pillow, picturing one of the soldiers leaning down, sweeping him up into his arms like a bride.
He groans from the thought, hating himself for how hot it makes him feel inside his clothes, and then-
Anyways, you get the idea!
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