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[castiwls]

Insane picture

[diorgirl444]

jfk jr x charlotte york! reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ “ugh john i wish you wouldn’t do that, it’s such a dreadful habit!” “i’d do it a hundred times over to get that wrinkle from in your brow again mousey!”

a lil mood board for the fic i’m cooking up rn, mauh!

[melancholicstation]

husband!jfk jr and wife!reader: a moodboard

[indulginginterests]

Jack moving Jackie’s hair out of her eyes at Chicago Midway Airport (where they crossed paths with Vice President Richard Nixon), 1959

[nobunnieycares]

another req - jack being jealous of you getting male attention and fucking you…

warnings :: smut, piv, senator jack era, petnames (doll), thats it i think, maybe slight breeding kink from jack

a/n :: ohmygosh this is so horribly written!! pls don’t mind if there’s potential grammar or spelling mistakes! pls don’t be afraid to message me if u spot any!!

It was some little get together a few senators attended along with their wives. Nothing too fancy.

You didn’t realize that small get together would turn into your fiancé pounding into you with his hand over your mouth in the bathroom.

He had you with your hands braced on the sink as you looked at him fucking you in the mirror. The sight of him so focused on thrusting into you almost made you forget why you were here in the first place.

One fellow senator had approached you two and, according to Jack, spent too much time looking at you as he talked. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice. The man was practically eye-fucking you as you stood there next to your fiancé!

As soon as the man had left after being called over by another senator, Jack was dragging you down the hall and into the bathroom.

Now, here you were.

You could hear Jack grunt as he spoke up. “Y’know, that man is the same one who finds any way to get at me at work.” He said as he continued his rhythmic thrusts.

If he wasn’t absolutely fucking your brains out you’d respond with something smart, but you could only let out a small whine against his palm.

“That bastard saw you and probably thought he’d find a way to piss me off, even out of work.” He added with a deep thrust that had you seeing stars.

Your legs quivered as he went on and on about the man. He looked so hot all angry and jealous. The thought of another man’s attention on you sickened him it seemed.

His hand snaked down to rub your clit in small circles as a way to throw you over the edge. “But that’s fine.. as long as he’s not the one getting to know what this pussy feels like.”

With the combination of those words and his fingers rubbing your clit, you whimpered. Your legs were growing weak as you felt your high approaching.

As if sensing how close you were, Jack sped up. For the next few seconds the only sounds audible in the bathroom were the slick sounds of his hips ramming into yours and his grunts of satisfaction.

“Fuckin’ perfect..” he murmured as he sped his fingers up circling your clit. In the mirror you could see his high approaching. “Perfect..” he repeated with a grunt as he finally came, spilling himself inside your cunt.

Your eyes squeezed shut as your climax followed immediately after. You moaned desperately against his palm as you tightened around his cock.

As soon as his hand left your mouth he was dragging you gently by your chin to meet his lips. The kiss was messy and hot but undeniably a billion of unsaid words put into a kiss. At the same time, his cock was still rested in you as if he were plugging you up with his cum. It was as if it were an act to prove you were his and only his.

After a final second he slowly pulled away and stood there admiring you. Your eyes were watery and your lips were moist from his kiss.

“You’re a doll.” He murmured as he stroked your bottom lip. “Only my doll.”

And in that moment you thought, maybe him getting riled up with jealousy wasn’t so bad.

[ryuzakisnote]

husband president!jfk hcs?? Pretty plss 💗🌺🌷🫧

president kennedy as your husband ۫ ꣑ৎ.ᐟ

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ despite how busy he was, jack always made time for you somehow. even if it meant pulling you into an empty hallway in the white house just to kiss you for a few seconds before another meeting.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ he loved hearing your opinion on speeches before he gave them. late nights in the residence would often turn into the two of you sitting together while he read drafts aloud, loosening his tie halfway through when he noticed you getting sleepy.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ jack was incredibly protective over your privacy. being first lady meant the public wanted to know everything about you, and he hated how invasive people could be.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ even during tense political moments, he always tried to keep things light around you. teasing you under the table at dinners, whispering jokes during events, grinning whenever he managed to make you laugh in front of important guests.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ he constantly stole little moments of affection whenever possible. a hand on your waist while walking past, kissing your knuckles during car rides, pulling you closer beside him during long flights.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ even though the sex became less frequent when he got into office, he still takes his time with you, worshipping every part of your body like you're a goddess.

[jacksdear]

My panties drop every time i see jack or bobby with rolled up sleeves.

[joansiesbeloved]

Jackie & Caroline Kennedy adorably interrupt JFK's interview with CBS, c. 1960