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Haiii :) My name's Nakyah but you can call me Kyah. I'm 21 and my favorite things to do are reading and writing <3 This page will mostly be for me to dump my work so I hope you enjoy it, and give some honest feedback đ¤
Dads Best Friend
Jack Abbot x fem!reader
Summary: Youâre doctor Robbyâs younger daughter, and you are waiting outside for him in front of the ER. As usual he doesnât make it out of work on time. So, instead youâre greeted by his best friend, Jack Abbot.
Contains: Daddy issues, absent father, dads best friend, age gap, forbidden, almost getting caught, couch makeout session, dry humping, hand kink, words like âkiddoâ, Abbot drives a truck, desperation, praise kink, fingering
One thing you hated was the fact your dad worked in the ER. Especially the ER in Pittsburgh that never seems to get a break.
You wait on a bench outside of the noisy hospital. Ambulances rolling in and out every now and then. Your hands are tucked away in your dadâs green coat. You sniffle as your nose runs from the cold. It grows numb at the cold breeze.
You didnât mind waiting in the cold though.
Every time the sliding doors open you canât help but glance up in hope itâs your dad. Each time itâs someone different; some familiar faces but it was never your dad.
The sliding doors open once more, your eyes flick up, and to your surprise itâs a more than familiar face.
"Dr. Abbot?" You say, almost like it was a question.
"You waiting up for your dad?"
You scoot over on the bench as he inches closer. He just has on black scrubs, a grey shirt under, and a stethoscope wrapped around his neck.
"Yeah." You kept your response short.
With a soft grunt he sits down next to you. He leans back a bit and his legs spread open slowly in a manspread you canât help but notice.
Your eyes flick away quickly.
"Robby is going to be held up a bit tonight." His tone makes you worry. Your eyes flick to his.
"Should I be worried?" Something in your stomach twists.
"There was a car pile up on the freeway tonight. Some of the local hospitals computer systems went down, so they had to transfer them over." He explains.
"Heâs been in there for almost twenty-four hours." You mumble.
"You know how your dad is, kiddo."
Kiddo.
"The sun is rising practically, and I see the night shift doctors going home." You point at the night shift doctor who has a Dunkin' drink with him everyday, leaving.
"I know youâre upset-"
"Upset? Yeah, I hardly get to see my dad because his second home is a hospital for crying out loud." You shout angrily.
Abbot seems taken aback at your frustration, but he understands. He places a hand on your knee and gives it a squeeze.
"I get your frustration â I do. Your dad just works hard," Abbot tries to defend your dad.
You shake your head, "But when do I get a say when I want to see my dad."
You squeeze your hands into a fist, theyâre tucked away in the long sleeves of your dadâs coat. You feel the tears of frustration starting to rise in your eyes. You bite your lower lip to try to stop anything from escaping but itâs hard with the cold air smacking you in the face. A tear escapes and so does a hushed sniffle.
"Hey, hey, woah," Abbot turns to you and you refuse to look up at him. "These tears arenât worth it."
He grabs your face and his calloused hand glides against your cheek. Your eyes flinch at the touch. His hands are surprisingly warm. His thumb brushes away a tear under your eye.
"How did you get here?" Abbot asks you.
"I took the bus." You sniffle.
"Iâll text Robby that Iâm taking you home today, okay?" You feel your heart rate increase at the idea of being in Abbotâs truck, just you and him, going to your house.
You nod and wipe away the tears from your face, "Okay." You softly say.
The car ride felt like it was the longest car ride. The soft hum of the engine, and the smell of the cars heater blowing in your face. You can tell his truck is a little older. It is a nice rustic red, and it suits him. Everything Abbot has or does suits him.
He pulls into the driveway of you and your dadâs house. Your own car, a 2016 Volkswagen Beetle, which broke down on you about a month ago, sits peacefully next to his truck.
"You took the bus but you have your beetle?" He points to your red beetle.
"She broke down on me last month. I think somethingâs wrong with the transmission. Dad was supposed to take it to the shop last week, but he got busy."
As usual.
"I can always take it into the shop. I know a mechanic who could probably get her back up and running." You canât help but smile.
"Youâd do that?" Your eyes flick between his.
With a soft nod and a smile that you canât help but stare at, "Of course. Iâd do anything for you, kiddo."
Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your palms grow sweaty. Your stomach twists and turns like you have to throw up.
"You should come in," You blurt out.
Abbot looks surprised, "You want me to come in?"
"I mean, dad wouldnât like you to not come in. You drove me here you must be hungry or thirsty or â something." You ramble a bit.
Abbot chuckles at you and shakes his head. He reaches for his key fob and turns off his truck.
"Okay, Iâll go inside." He rests his hands on his legs.
His black scrubs fit nicely on his body. It squeezes around his legs and his black shirt accentuates his biceps.
You guys get out of the truck and you take out your key. Itâs on a keychain with a picture of you and your dad, a small stuffed bunny, and a red heart. The keys jingle and you fumble a bit trying to unlock your door. You can feel Abbot staring at the side of your face and at the lock.
Once you get the door open you are instantly greeted by your cat Cinnamon. Sheâs a smaller tabby cat, and she rubs against your legs. She doesnât hesitate to go to Abbot next. Rubbing on his black scrubs; her fur clings to it.
He leans down to pick her up. He lays her on her back and she purrs loudly. He takes his middle and ring finger and begins to pet her gently in the stomach.
"Such a pretty girl," He hums and rubs her fur slowly.
You lick your lips and swallow the lump forming in your throat. Your eyes canât help but focus on his veiny hands and the thickness of his two fingers rubbing your cat.
He sets her down and when he gets back up he softly groans.
You blink out of whatever fantasy you were playing in your head.
"Are you thirsty?" You ask and walk over to the kitchen.
"Coffee would be great," He nods.
"Coffee after doing the night shift?" You tease and he huffs as he sits down on your sofa.
"Coffee is like water to me now, kid."
"You realize Iâm nineteen. Iâm not a kid," You glare at him.
"I know, I know. I just like saying it," He smiles.
You put the pod of coffee into your Keurig. It begins to rumble as the water starts to heat up. You awkwardly stand in the kitchen not knowing if you should go over to the couch or not.
"Donât be so uptight in your own home," You flinch at the husky voice and look over at Abbot.
He pats the cushion next to him and hesitantly you begin to walk over. You stand in front of him and his head tilts up to look at you. You sit down slowly next to him. You can feel his eyes on you; watching your every move.
You guys sit in silence, you can hear your heart beating loudly. Youâve been around Abbot many times but this one time youâre with him alone.
You notice him bringg his hand up, and it finds your leg. He places his hand on your leg and brings your chin over his lap.
You watch him.
He knows youâre watching.
He slides his hand up to your chin slowly â rubbing your skin. Shivers run up your spine at his warm hands caressing your legs.
He turns his head and his eyes lock with yours.
You swallow.
"Abbot," you say almost breathlessly.
"Yes?" His voice is deeper than before.
You lean in more, your butt pressing against his thigh. Your legs are now both over his lap, but youâre not sitting in his lap â yet.
"Keep going," you say. "Please."
His eyes flick between yours. Something new lights in them and you can tell heâs enjoying this as much as you are.
You lean in to his neck as he continues to stroke your legs. You get a smell of his musk that makes him smell more like a man. You place a soft kiss on his neck and his hand halts on your chin.
You pull away and look up at him.
"Kid," Abbot begins.
His hand reaches out for your cheek. His thumb traces your bottom lip as he holds your face. A breathy gasp escapes between your lips. You stare up at him; he licks his lips slowly. Before you left him finish his sentence you place your mouth on his. His breath gets caught in his throat, but he doesnât fight the kiss. His mouth wanders yours; his tongue protruding the entrance to your mouth. Your tongues fight against each other.
You find yourself now straddling him. Your hands are on his broad shoulders, squeezing and pulling on his shirt. The more you two kiss, the more you want.
He breaks away from you. Youâre both breathless and he stares into your eyes. You can feel your lips are swollen but you donât mind.
"Kid, we shouldnât have done that." He says.
"But I wanted it to happen," You whisper.
He tilts his head back a bit and you bite your lip. You inch towards his face again and he doesnât mind. You place another soft kiss on his lips. You can feel the heat from his breath on your lips. His breath smells like peppermint, and you canât help but crave it.
Your tongue glides along the bottom of his lip, and slowly you rock your hips forward. With the movement of your hips you can hear him grunt in your mouth.
Everything around you disappears. All you can focus on is the feeling of your pussy slowly grinding against his growing hard on, and the way his breathing grows erratic against your mouth.
"Fuck," He groans.
He stared at you intensely through hooded eyes. You rock your hips and a shot of pleasure shoots through you.
You lean forward a bit and your head meets his muscular shoulder. His hand slides into your hair and the fingers that were once petting your cat were now racking through your hair.
You let out a muffled moan into his shoulder at the feeling of your cunt grinding and his hand roughly playing in your hair.
"Keep going," He encourages through a groan.
You press down harder and roll your hips. Your breath hitches softly.
"Yeah," He breathes. "Just like that."
You moan again at his words.
"What would your dad think?" He whispers. "Him coming home and seeing his daughter grinding against his friend, huh?"
You whimper in response.
You lean back and look at him. Your chest heaves up and down.
"I want more," You gasp. "Jack, please."
"Jack, hm?" He moves his hands down onto your thighs and up to your hips.
He squeezes and massages them slowly.
"What more do you want?" He asks.
"Touch me, anything, please." You beg.
"Touch you?" His hand slides closer to the button of your jeans.
He rubs his finger around the button. You watch the way his index finger slowly does circles on the piece of metal. You feel yourself pulsing at the idea of his fingers doing that to you.
He unbuttons the button and glides down the zipper. He can see your pink lace underwear youâre wearing. His thumb glides against the silky underwear and he looks up at you â looking for an answer.
"Please," you beg. "Touch me."
Without anymore hesitation he slides his hand inside of your underwear. You let out a mixture of a gasp and a moan as his index finger slides up your wet folds and runs over your clit, slowly. You rub is back and forth in a slowly flicking motion. You moan and tilt your head back a bit and rock your hips forward.
"You think you can take my fingers?" He wraps his free hand around your neck and tilts your head back to look at him.
You bob your head and he gives a smirk.
Slowly he pushes between your folds and slides his index finger inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of his finger going in. A mixture of pain and pleasure rush over you. His index finger slides in and out slowly but his thumb finds its way down back to your clit. In a motion you fingers you and rubs circles on your clit.
"Look at that," he hums. "Such a good girl."
You moan loudly at the way heâs treating you and the words he speaks. You can feel the nerves bundling up and the pleasure becoming intense on you.
"Oh God," You whimper. "Iâm going to cum." You moan out.
"Itâs okay," He reassures. "I got you; cum for me."
With those words, it felt like an explosion hit you. Your body trembles as you reach your climax and you let out a loud moan. You bite your lip and collapse onto his shoulder once again. He pumps his finger slower inside of you until all thatâs left is your body twitching.
You sit up and catch your breath. You two are both breathless and you canât help but smile. Jack cracks a smile back at you.
He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing gets out as you both hear the sound of keys entering the front doors lock.
You jump off Jackâs lap and zip up your jeans. You quickly tuck your hair behind your ears and glance at Jack once more. You notice him adjust his dick in his scrubs before the door opens.
"Hi dad," You blurt out.
"Hey sweetie," Robby sets down the keys in the bowl by your door and he walks over and kisses your forehead. "Sorry Iâm home so late."
"Itâs fine," you say. "Dr. Abbot kept me company."
You turn your head and smile at Abbot.
â â
Dialogue Prompts!! #3
â "I'm not the same person you left. You should probably remember that."
â "You don't get to miss me. You had me and you wasted it."
â "I've been keeping secrets for you since we were seventeen. I'm tired."
â "Don't call it love if you only show up when it's convenient."
â "I'm the most dangerous person in this room and nobody knows it yet."
â "You broke something in me that I'm still trying to name."
â "I'm not asking for much. Just stop lying to my face."
â "We could've been something incredible. You chose ordinary instead."
â "I saw the way you looked at her. Don't insult me by denying it."
â "Some people leave marks. You left scars. There's a difference."
â "I forgave you three times before I realized you were counting on it."
"â You're the only person I'd start a war for. That terrifies me."
â "I don't do second chances. You already know this."
â "They asked me if I loved you. I said something worse--I needed you."
â "Walk away if you want. But you'll think about this conversation for years."
â "I built walls and somehow you still ended up inside them."
â "You have a talent for making people feel invisible. Truly a gift."
â "I'm not broken. I'm just not what you expected."
â "It wasn't hate at first sight. It took at least a week."
â "Don't make promises in the dark that you can't keep in the daylight."
Having writers block and these just gave me so many ideas!! Yayyy!!!
I genuinely cannot explain to a non-writer what it feels like when a chapter suddenly clicks. it's not satisfaction. it's not relief. it's this horrible specific feeling like you just remembered something you never knew. like the story was already there and you finally stopped being in the way of it. i don't know what to do with that feeling. i just close the laptop and stare at the wall for a bit.
And all of this at once.
Here's a little snippet of the book I'm working on, The Assassins Deal
(TW! There is death mentioned/described)
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Kalia
(15 years ago)
âHi, Kalia. My name is Lenora.â The lady in front of me crouches down., Hher face is now level with mine but she still keeps her distance from me. âAre you thirsty? Or hungry?â
I shake my head no. The only thing I want is my parents.
âYou know youâre safe here, right?â I just stare at the woman. Her red hair held back in an updo of braids, gold chains hanging from pins that stick out of the bun. Her skin is pale, reminding me of the once white walls in my room.
âJe veux ma mère. I want to go-â The door behind the lady, Lenora, slams open, banging against the wall behind it. I feel my body go rigid, my blood freezing when I see the man that walks in and Iâm transported back to the night before.
The Night Before
I was supposed to be asleep but I wanted Father to read me another story. I opened my door and started making my way down to his office. I was 10 steps from the bottom of the marble staircase when I heard the shouting.
âWhat have you done, Alaric? The plan was simple! You go in, get the money and you leave.â I can hear Motherâs voice from down the hall. Theyâre in Fatherâs study.
âCharlotte, mon chĂŠri. Kalia is asleep, keep your voice down.â Iâm rounding the corner now, the door to my fatherâs study is open, allowing me to see inside but stay hidden behind the wall.
âTheyâre coming, Alaric. They will take her. They will take our daughter if we donât have that money. You know this.â Mother is pacing back and forth in front of Fatherâs desk and he sits there, watching her.
âI will not let that bastard lay a finger on her. She will not be turned into a killer, Charlotte. I promise you.â Father stands now, hands balled into fists on his desk. I take a step forward, pausing when I hear a click.
I turn to the side and see shadows outside the window, not wasting a second, I scream as loud as I can. My mother and father whip around, rushing to the sound of my fear. My arm is raised, finger pointing to the window. I canât speak, my mind not being able to form the right words to warn my parents of the intruders I saw trying to open the window.
âLa personne. T-there was a man at the window, le Père (Father).â Tears stream down my face, hiccups interrupting at every other word as I fumbletry to speak again. Mother and Father share a look.
âGo upstairs. Lock your door and get under your bed. Do not come out until you hear my voice, est-ce que tu me comprends, do you understand me, Kalia?â My father is in front of me now. I nod my head frantically before running back to my room, following my fathers directions.
Iâm hiding under my bed now, clutching my bunny tight to my chest. I had just locked my door when I heard the first set of windows break. The glass shattering made me jump, scurrying to hide. I hear my mother screaming, father yelling back at her, begging her to be quiet, to not make the situation worse. More voices join them, slightly muffled but loud enough for me to hear them.
âAlaric, Charlotte, it is so nice to see you again.â The manâs voice is sharp, no sincerity held in them, a foreign greeting.nothing close to being as sincere as how the words are meant to be used.
âMiko, h-hey man, I know-â Father is cut off by a loud crunch, his scream that follows terrifies mells me more than I wouldâve liked to have known at my age.
âI know that you do not have my money, like we agreed. You had a year, Alaric. Thatâs a very generous amount of time that I gave you. More than what I give most.â My father whimpers, my mothers cries are muffled.
âJ-just one more week, please, Miko. I swear Iâll have it by next week. Donât take my baby girl. Sheâs only four, Je t'en supplie, aie pitiĂŠ.â My fathers voice is heavy with pain and fear, he's scared.
If the man responded I did not hear it, the only thing I hear is footsteps. Loud and unforgiving as they make their way up the marble steps. My mother screams again. Begging them not to take me, to take her instead. A bang goes off, followed by a series of loud thuds and my fathers screams. I can no longer hear my mother. Her soft angelic voice, gone in the blink of an eye.
The heavy feet grow louder the closer they get to my bedroom door. The handle jiggles. Once. Twice. Then silence.
âKalia, itâs your father.â His voice is raspy, shaking, as he speaks through the door. No longer muffled, I hear the panic in his voice, and I crawl out from under my bed.
I take small steps until I reach the door. I peek through the key hole, taking in the four figures outside my door. Two of the men hold my father up by his arms, his legs are folded at awkward angles beneath him and his face is bloody, a massive cut across his right brow. The other man is standing off to the side, waiting impatiently for me to open the door.
âP-Père?â I hiccup and Father inhales sharply.
âI need you to open the door for my friends, Kalia.â
âIls ne ressemblent pas Ă tes amis, Père. (They d-donât look like your friends, Father.)â He lets out a strangled sound, almost like a cry. The man on the side crouches down, whispering in my fathers ear, and whatever was said made his eyes widen and dart around frantically. Scared of what may happen to my father I step back quickly and flip the lock on my door. I grab the handle and twist it, finally pulling it open to let the strangers and my father in.
The man stands up suddenly and turns around towards me. His piercing blue eyes find me, he looks me up and down before stepping towards me. I stay still, not wanting to move in fear that heâll hurt me. He takes another step, and another, until heâs right in front of me, and crouches down.
âGo sit on your bed, I have a little show for you. Do you like shows, Kalia?â The man's voice is soft as he speaks to me. I nod my head slowly, not sure if I should be nodding at all.
âGood. Go on, sit.â He picks me upushers me to my bed, setting me on the end of the bed, facing the door. The only thing blocking the view of my father is the man, until he moves and motions for the men holding him to drag him inside my room. They set him down on the wall right next to my door frame, his body slumps to the side a little bit when they let go of his arms. The men start speaking with each other, their voices muffled again, but this time itâs like my head is under water. My father is screaming at them, begging them to not do this in front of me.
âSheâs only four. Sheâs only four.â He keeps repeating the words over and over. Like the declaration would change the outcome.
I look at my father, and he stares back at me. Heâs stopped his pleading, like he knows his fate has been sealed. His lips are moving but I canât hear anything. âI love you, Kalia.â The words form on his lips over and over. He never stops saying them, not even as the man, Miko, pulls out a long knife. My father doesnât stop when the tip presses against the underneath of his jaw. He doesnât stop even after the blade swipes across in a quick motion, blood sprays, covering the walls. Stray drops fly through the air and land on my face and my bunny.
He only stops speaking after the blood slows to a trickle and the light leaves his eyes. My name is the last word on his lips.
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