#writing with kennedy

[owenryder]

WHO: Ryder & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: Cityview Park, downtown

WHEN: Hallo-Week (October, 2024)

Choosing the best pumpkin to paint was very serious business. Yes, he could just choose one at random, but Ryder was an artiste, as he liked to tell people. Of course he wanted the most perfect one. Lifting one, he gave it a gentle smack, looking it over with a critical eye, before noticing that someone else was standing nearby, and felt himself break into a grin. "Yes, I'm getting fresh with him."

[narilily]

WHO: Nari & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: Community Garden, suburbs

WHEN: Earth Week (April, 2025)

Although Nari had every plan of starting a garden at home (if she could keep her chickens out, that was), she loved gardening in the open, community garden. Just getting to be around other people, bartering with veggies, showing them tips she had learned, it really made you feel like you were a part of something, which was nice, different, something she craved. As she sat back for a moment, she let out a breath, looking at her dirty hands -- gloves, who? -- before letting out a laugh, making a claw gesture at Kennedy. "I think gardening is the only time that I'm not mad about having dirt under my nails. At least until I'm done. And then comes the part where I'm scrubbing for hours."

[lenavaz]

WHO: Lena & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: Ren Faire

WHEN: July 27, 2024

"The only downside I can quite possibly think of when it comes to the Renaissance Faire... is that I don't even know where to start?" Elena laughed, looking over at Kennedy with an amused expression, "do I want to eat? Do I want to immediately go find a head piece that pulls my outfit together? And then I start doing the math in my head, like how many hours do we have and can I quite possibly fit in every single thing that I want to do before we have to get back on that bus?" She lifted her skirt in her hand, stepping around a flower garden brimming with bright colors, other hand reaching out to brush the petals of the roses. "So what do you think -- what first?"

[rafaelcb]

WHO: Rafael & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: Community Center, suburbs

WHEN: Mardi Gras (March 4, 2025)

March was full of events that were, for the most part, lost on Rafael when he had moved to the States. Since leaving behind his life in Italy, he had learned that he loved a good Sezerac, though, which was in his glass as he headed towards the sound of music, finding a nearby couch in the entertainment area, recognizing the blonde sitting on the other end and offering a polite smile as he approached. "Miss Warren," he gestured towards the empty space next to her, "mind if I join you for some jazz?"

[stellylee]

WHO: Stelly & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: Mawk Tales / beach

WHEN: Polar Plunge (January 1, 2025)

Having arrived to Mawk Tales very early in the morning, Stelly had already taken the plunge, lunging into the water without a moment of hesitation, and drying off inside at the first chance they got. Although it wasn't doing them much good when they were out on the beach, trying to dodge water droplets and the tide as they snapped pictures for the Times. Spotting a familiar face, they knew that Kennedy would be a good one to keep their eye on, lifting their hand to wave to the woman as they jogged up the beach to meet her. "Do you mind if I take some pictures of you doing your plunge?"

[jaceeverett]

WHO: Jace & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: Animal Sanctuary

WHEN: Shelter Appreciation Weekend (November 17, 2024)

Life felt like it had been full of big decisions the past few years -- moving back to Merrock, reconciling with his siblings, taking the beginning steps to building or buying a real home... maybe getting a dog. Somehow, that last one seemed to be the most nerve wracking, like it took all of his energy to think about, make a decision. But he had spent a couple of days at the shelter, getting to know his options, and it was the final day, a real now or never sort of thing. And to start the day right, he had stopped at the pet store, picking up four or five large bags of dog food, and was just making his way inside when he nearly bumped into someone else, letting out a laugh, "whoa, sorry -- these are kind of hard to see around, or... over."

[docolives]

WHO: Livvy & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: Tumbleweed, countryside

WHEN: Country Music Day, September 17

Was country music her favorite thing in the world? No, definitely not. Livvy had moved to the west coast, had done her best to leave those rural, farm girl roots behind... but moving back home, it crept in, that was for sure. To the point where country music day happened, and Livvy found herself dialing Kennedy, asking if she wanted to go out, get dressed up, make the most of it. Which led to the twosome crunching through the gravel lot with purpose, pulling open the doors to reveal a bustling bar. "One thing's for certain... we fit in with these outfits," she grinned over at Kennedy, having dressed up in brown cowboy boots and a cute ivory dress, hat matching her boots. "Been a long time since I pulled out a cowgirl ensemble."

[darpow]

WHO: Darrius & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: Parade, Pride Festival

WHEN: June 9, 2024

Sure, yes, Darrius looked great in his outfit; he had decided to go a little on the simple side, with denim shorts and a rainbow sweatshirt. But his dogs stole the show; Walter and Gale in their rainbow bandanas, tongues wagging, greeting everyone enthusiastically as they made their way through the crowd towards where everyone was lining up for the parade. Something Darrius had been looking forward to for a while now -- the chance to just get out, have fun, walk off the teeny bit of a hangover from the night before. Walter had just approached someone new, tail wagging, tongue out, when Darrius looked to see who it was -- but the boots stole his attention first. "Those are... by far the best shoes I have seen this weekend."

[elvinapandra]

POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT

Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻

[cagenewman]

"One hundred percent you do," he laughed, nodding his head. There was no way around it, the potato candy got a little extra sugar compared to everything else, but… it was worth it. At least in his mind, anyway. Maybe that was the nostalgia talking. Watching as she took a bite and didn't explode, he grinned, figuring he had won at least one person over… towards not being a complete hater, anyway. "Oh God, don't worry, I had fish and chips with the girls earlier, a bowl of stew, some colcannon… I'm basically not eating for the rest of the week," he laughed, shaking his head, "Irish food really is the most filling, too, isn't it?"

"That sounds like it'd give me a toothache. I'm pretty sure I decorate desserts with less sugar," she cast a wary look at the piece offered, moving the napkin toward her with a grin. "But I suppose I could give it a try, in the spirit of the holiday," she gave a small shrug of her shoulders, taking a small bite. The texture hadn't been as bad as she'd imagined, and it had a decent taste, so she counted it as a decent sweet. "I hope you haven't just been snacking on these all night."

[owenryder]

WHO: Ryder & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: The Garden

WHEN: March 17, 2024 (St. Patrick's Day)

"I know by the fact that I was born in Boston and my mom's got all this red hair and freckles that I'm Irish. Well, at least partially Irish," Ryder looked over the menu in front of him, "and yet I've never really eaten most of this food? What about you?" Glancing up, he looked over at Kennedy, one brow raised, almost playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "got any suggestions?"

[blubunz]

FAVORITE CHILD

— dad! leon s. kennedy x f! daughter! reader

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: incest, reader is mentioned to have siblings, spit kink, praise, slight breeding kink, choking, breath play, semi-public sex, pet names.

A/N: freaks.

“Shh, shh, princess.” Leon coos, one hand clasps over your mouth. He watches your eyes rolling up as he continues snapping his hips into you, practically making you lose control over his thick, slimy cock. “Keep your voice down. Those things your siblings are watching won't be enough to drown your pretty noise.”

You can't help it, how the fuck can you be quiet when your dad's cock is drilling inside you? It's his fault anyways! His fault who tempted you, who praised you, who favored you above the others. You can't help it if your dad is this sexy.

A single whine escapes your lips and, Leon doesn't want to risk having the rest knowing he's fucking his daughter on the bed he used to share with his wife.

His lips crash down to yours, muffling your screams and cries, but the sound of the bed creaking is increasing, he's so scared, just as you are. The idea of having sex in a room with your family sitting right outside is enough to have your pussy squeezing his cock. You don't know, maybe you want it, to see your siblings face scrunched up in disgust. But in your mind, you already knew that they would be jealous. Jealous that Leon is fucking you, not them. Jealous at how he's calling you sweet names. A tiny part of you wants that just to inflate your ego a bit more.

Leon is fucking you dumb, you don't understand why mom left him for someone else when his dick is right here! Big, thick, so alive and he can maintain for so long. You had been drooling for a man like this, and now you have it, you just didn't expect it to be your own flesh and blood, but you can't complain, not when he has been fucking the thoughts out of that little brain that he can grab and pull back to have your back arching.

“Dad—!” You cry, hands clenching the bedsheets, the look you're giving him is something he never expected coming from his daughter, but he loves it, he loves you.

He never doubts you, you're the favorite child for a reason, even if you're now old enough not to care, he always make it like a competition between you and your siblings, and you won every time.

And every time, he rewards you with his dick.

“Shit, my princess is squeezing me tight. Hngh— Honey, are you scared? Your siblings won't know, baby.” Leon whispers, rutting up until his tip kisses your womb. “They don't get to see this, sweetie. It's just between us two, right, my special girl?”

He calls you special with a purpose, you know that. He puts you above others, pleasing your needs not only financially but sexually as well, he's better than anyone you've met when you were out there surviving all by yourself.

Now, all you need to think about is his cock, and how much you two will go tonight.

With the sounds he's letting out, you know he's going to risk your sleep just to fuck you full. You could've expected that, you've been away long enough to leave him aching and frustrated, of course he's risking it.

Like, you two are having sex with your family sitting out in the living room to watch TV right now.

“Sweet girl. My sweetest puppy, god, your pussy is made to fit me.” He praises you, never once stopping and instead keeps thrusting into you. His grip is firm and tight, you can feel him shaking from how much he's feeling. “My perfect pussy that belongs to my favorite girl.”

Leon chuckles, looking at your fucked out face. He grabs your chin, prying your tongue to stick it out with his thumb pressing down on it.

“But of course, you can't prance that title around your sibs, can you? They'll know, baby. It will ruin the surprise and our...secret time together.” He spits in your mouth, thick glob running down your throat, you can taste his uniqueness, the degrading act mixing with his praises are making your arousal doubled.

You can see his satisfaction when you drink his spit like fine wine, trailing fingers around your neck, he squeezes it just enough to have you see stars and your hole clenches.

“My perfect daughter—” He grunts. “—with the sweetest cunt, you're so perfect...” He kisses you again, restricting your airflow just a bit more. Leon can feel your breath rapidly going to try and find a way in and out, through his lips blocking yours and his large hand around your throat.

Leon's pace never falters, he only seems to go even rougher on you, it's like he's begging to be seen with how much sound you two are making because of him.

He told you to be quiet, but he's the one making the bed creak. Leon doesn't give a damn really, your tight cunt is a drug so addicting that blinds his rational thoughts. You just lay there, shivering and skin flushed, hot to his touch. You're too good, and Leon doesn't know if he should be proud, do you take after your mom? Or him with the whole being too attractive thing?

Nonetheless, he's got to have you, he can't share this lovely girl to anyone else. The thought of you even wanting to have a boyfriend would be enough tk have his dick pound into you just to remind you that daddy's the best.

“D-Daddy, I-I can't...” You trail off, words disolve into nothing when he slams into a practically good spot, tip nudging your fleshy wall. “Hngh— fuck...”

“I know, baby.” He moves to your clit, circling it with his finger to get you higher to your climax. “I know. Come on, princess. Be a good girl and—”

“CUMMI—mph!” Your scream is cut off with his palm, Leon groans, feeling your juice washing over his cock as his hips repeatedly thrust into you, his little moans slip out, high pitched with needs as he sucks in a deep sniff of your hair. His eyebrows furrow and he releases himself deep inside you womb, filling you up the way you like it.

He doesn't pull out, staying there just to feel his warmth seeping inside you. He's also afraid some would leak out, he wouldn't want that.

But, he knows he has to eventually. Slowly pulling out, the tip of his cock connects to your pussy by a thin trail of white cum, then more starts pooling out.

“Bred you good, huh, baby?” Leon huffs out a laugh, playing with the cum that's been leaking out. Meanwhile, you lay there, panting and flushed, getting yourself back together piece by piece.

You feel his lips on your sticky forehead, with a small murmur of "good girl". He stands up only to pull you along as well, pushing your panties up back to its place.

“Want to join the others downstairs?” He offers, and laughs when you gave him a deadpan look. “Alright, princess, we'll stay here just a bit longer.”

With that, he hugs you close and kisses your cheek, whispering praises to you, compliments he only gives you and no one else.

[lenavaz]

It was the perfect kind of day to be outside, and while Elena would love to be at home gardening or sitting on the back patio with a lemonade and her sketch pad… work called. Thankfully, Amina believed in decent-sized breaks for fresh fruit and bubbly beverages, both of which were next to her on her bench as she watched the fountain and the shoppers, and then Kennedy, extra grateful to get to spend the break with a friend. "Sometimes I think the groundhog is telling us something…" she wrinkled her nose, looking over at her friend, "like, you know, we shouldn't trust rodents when it comes to predicting whether or not we're going to have an early spring?" Elena laughed, shaking her head and popping open the fruit container, holding it out a bit towards Kennedy to let her know that she was more than welcome to share as she popped a strawberry into her mouth. "But I guess we can't complain when we get sunny days like this."

Although it seemed like spring had yet to appear in the town after weeks of dreary weather, it was finally a nice, sunny day. It inspired Kennedy to head over to the Hideaway Market for a low-key, day off. After stopping at the Collab to look at a few new vendors, she decided to sit and enjoy the sun instead of returning to her apartment right away. Glancing around the space, she sat on a bench, looking at the shoppers milling about, enjoying their day. As she heard a voice, she turned slightly to see Lena take a seat, a smile coming to her face. "Oh, absolutely!" she nodded in agreement. "Even though it was supposed to be an early spring, it felt like it'd never come around."

[rafaelcb]

WHO: Rafael & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: downtown Merrock

WHEN: Book Lovers Day (August 9, 2024)

Was Rafael the biggest reader on the planet? No. But did he still love the feeling of a good book between his fingers, sitting out on his patio? Absolutely. Without a doubt. And that meant that when book lovers day rolled around, he was going to do everything he could to get his hands on some new books and give back to places that could use the donations. But he could do that with a coffee in his hands, stepping away from the kiosk and side-stepping someone else on the sidewalk, only to realize that they were heading the same way he was. Going out on a limb... "are you heading to the book store, too?"

[stellylee]

WHO: Stelly & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: Halloween Masquerade

WHEN: October 28, 2023

"Kennedy, right?" Stelly asked as they sidled up to the woman in red, smile on their face, "someone here told me that you were the person to turn to if we had a wardrobe malfunction." God, they hoped that the intel was right as they reached down to lift up the hem of the black skirt of their dress. "I've got a little rip down here, and I think it's fine, but I also don't want to risk someone stepping on it and ripping it more, you know?"

[jaceeverett]

WHO: Jace & @kennedyxwarren

WHERE: Flour Co.

WHEN: Bake Off (May 19, 2024)

To say that this was out of the realm of things that Jason normally did was an understatement. He liked to cook and bake, though, even if he had a tight, cramped space to do it in, and not a lot of experience making it all happen. Especially when it came to baked goods. Still, he liked to think that his sour cream coffee cake had turned out pretty alright -- he had attempted it three times before landing on the final product, after all. He was standing at his little booth, greeting anyone who stopped by with a pleasant smile and a wave... until he spotted someone else. Competition. "Come to steal all of my baking secrets?" he asked, lowering his voice suspiciously as he leaned towards Kennedy a little. "I've seen your pecan cake. I'm confident in saying you're going to kick my ass."