Everything looks better from above, my king 🍊

Andrea and her Kennedycore sideblog 18+

[auspex]

I bet it feels good as hell to loosen your tie 👔 yell 🗣"I QUIT!" 🚫‼️ throw up a flurry of papers 📃 and storm out the tall gray building 🏢 with a little box 📦 of your stuff including a cord dragging behind you and a small Plant 🪴 never to return 🥰

[randomalienencounter]

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[strryhaze]

100% rm meinhel420 cc maqeutte <3 style practice welcome back jack kennedy !

[unmarlou]

seeing the first ever joshuah melnick edit knowing there’s gonna be an endless onslaught like a year from now is a crazy generational experience

[cherryst4rg1rl]

Oh to be a girl in the 80s waiting for her boyfriend to climb through her window is my dream

[tampaxultra]

I don't remember if I've posted this one, but I love it. The feeling this gives off is immaculate.

[melancholicstation]

"what if i'm lost. love." oh, this is straight secretary!reader and ag!bobby fodder

[jerichojemini]

don’t know what’s real or fake …

@lostfwn

[weakling-grace]

Twitter

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Leave my problematic girlypop alone 😭

[unmarlou]

oh my god jack angry fucking you in the bathroom of the DNC after he lost the vice presidential nomination

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[unmarlou]

w / john f. kennedy 18+ sexually explicit content

jack had probably been fucking you for a solid thirty minutes already. the palm beach humidity seeped through the walls and clung to the both of you; you were damp, your skin sticky and warm to the touch, and the thin cotton sheets beneath you were no different. the back of your neck was one with the white cloth, both pooling with florida dew; you could feel that your lower back would need to be pried off the bed with an uncomfortably wet peel, but it was worth it.

rutting all of himself into you, jack was going significantly slower than usual. sweat collected in small, practically microscopic, beads at his hairline, his grown out, navy crew cut falling messily just over it. said glossiness stayed consistent along the rest of his gloriously exposed figure, despite the ceiling fan going as fast as it could - which, truth be told, wasn’t very. his movements were clearly deliberate, like he was putting in the most effort to not fuck you like plaything and finish within seven minutes.

you liked when you guys had sex during the day, especially these days, with his previous college boyishness having been nearly entirely erased. being able to get a good look at him, in the yellow, beaming sunlight, to see his bronzing tan and how it defined his newfound physique, a clear view of his handsome features being put to work with the only kind he truly enjoyed - it was nice, it was savored.

his thickness was agonizingly good. making you writhe and whine as he hovered above you, he brought your legs up to his broad shoulders in a swift, rehearsed motion; need to go deeper, he’d murmured, pressing a mindless yet true kiss into your ankle. he groaned and gritted his perfect teeth, his adam’s apple bobbing with vocally restrained pleasure as he buried every inch of his shaft in your supple, sopping cunt. your wetness was collecting in his pubes every time his balls came back against you with a smack! , dripping down and adding to the damp that those poor bed linens had already been accumulating all vacation long.

with every sling back into you, jack’s dog-tags - which he’d been rarely seen without - crashed against his beautifully toned chest. the two pieces of silver, on a small chain of the same metal, clanked together in perfect tonal harmony with your purrs. oh, jack! they’d echo, gleaming with stark contrast on his slab of brown chest hair. they moved when he moved, and as he rucked up, both his meaty hands on either side of your naked hips in an almost painful grip, they swung into your eye-line with tantalizing intensity.

they were inscribed with the surname you’d been coveting for much too long; something jack had been annoyingly illusive about, dangling the prospect in front of you much like he was now, letting it get close enough to grasp, only to be snatched away again at a moments notice. while you gazed up at him, repeating his name with manicured hands ghosting up and down his hairy forearms, you found yourself angling to catch the silver between your teeth, biting down with a projected moan at a particularly life altering stroke.

your tongue followed the engraving, learned the salty and metallic taste, the cooling sensation it possessed amid your heightened body temperature. jack’s eyes fixed onto you tonguing his name, k-e-n-n-e-d-y, he could practically see you tracing. a deep smirked developed as he watched, lips twitching up in something that might’ve resembled pride, all while keeping his labored pace.

his fingers tips detached from your side and made the conquest upward; with surprising gentleness, he pushed off the few wispy hairs that had stuck to your forehead, his grunts amplified as he watched your face instinctively lean and search for his touch. trailing down to your flushed cheeks, he made an intentionally strong thrust up, liking the way you gasped but kept the metal in your spit-full possession. with his cock pressed against your cervix like it’s the only place it was meant to be, he mused from right above you, “that’s my girl… make it yours, let me see you make it yours.”

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[schlierei]

come on superman, say your stupid line✨

;)

[castiwls]

I can’t explain it but I know if he was an actor everyone would have been swooning over whatever movie he’d be in. Like the first ever tumblr sexy man in vintage film

[guiteaux]

[joansiesbeloved]

wait jfk's fit in this photo???

[jfknlace]

I have been through a lot and have suffered a great deal. But I have had lots of happy moments, as well. Every moment one lives is different from the other. The good, the bad, hardship, the joy, the tragedy, love, and happiness are all interwoven into one single, indescribable whole that is called life. You cannot separate the good from the bad. And perhaps there is no need to do so, either.

- Jackie Kennedy