#Ben Sackler x reader

[hauntingoldhouses]

the heist

[inklore]

❥ — smut | ✶ — dark content

kylo ren.

one shots

piteous toxin (1.1k) ❥

hate and humility ran your relationship with kylo, as did the heavy hand he loved having you wrap around his throat.

ben solo.

one shots

garage rooftop (1k)

the lines of friendship or something more grow more blurry the longer your eyes move from each mole, his cheek bones, his dark eyes, his lips. and you really don’t understand why the two of you hadn’t become something more ages ago.

commander mills.

one shots

warning signs (1.1k) ❥

if the two of you were to die like this; with mills rutting against you, his cock stretching you, his deep breaths and praises against your ear, your slick coating his length as you come, then so be it.

adam sackler.

blurbs

head in your lap

[samanthaaerynbarlowe]

Kylo Ren is an ethereal God among men.

[urfavstargirl1]

adcu masterlist

welcome to my masterlist!

Here are all my Adam Driver Character Universe (ADCU) works.

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NOTE: all of my writings are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of my own imagination & are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events and people (living or dead) are coincidental.

Kylo Ren

Series:

The Empress

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Requests

Streets (Doja Cat Song Request)

Ben Solo Blood-Letting

Adam Sackler

Why Do You Feel

[juniperwoodwell]

Master list

Disclaimer: I only do Gn or Female for X reader, I don't do OCs.

I will write smut but I'm not great at it.

Request's are open.

I take Plots,prompts, dialogue prompts,etc. Anything your imaginative minds can think of.

•Prompt List

!NEW! Keanuverse

•Keanu Reeves

•John Wick

•John Constantine (2005)

•Johnny Utah

•Kevin Lomax

•Ted "Theodore" Logan

•Exhausted (requested)

•Conor O'Neil

•Julian Mercer

•Neo "Thomas" Anderson

•Exhausted (requested)

•Tom Ludlow

•Exhausted (requested)

ADCU

•Prompt Exchange with @kylowritten

•ADCU prompt list

•Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

•Favorite Distraction°

•Pen and Paper°

•Domesticated°

•Dedication Masterlist°

•Flip Zimmerman

•Proud

•Adam Sackler

•Phillip Altman

• Reunion pt.1

•Ren/Zimmerman/Sackler/Altman

•How ADCU character's react to an S/O who is insecure.

X-Men

•Charles Xavier

•Oneshots•

•It's a goldfish and cream soda kinda night

•Totally normal morning!?

•Skits(?)•

•Snacks

•Cruel Joke

•Late nights

•Requests•

•Paris

•Erik Lehnsherr

•Love is Complicated

Batman

•Bale!Bruce Wayne

•Presence

Top Gun Maverick

•Bradly "Rooster" Bradshaw

•Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Daredevil

•Matthew Murdock "Daredevil"

•Night Terrors (Request)

• And Down We Fall

•Frank Castle "Punisher"

•The Beast Finds Love

9-1-1

•Eddie Diaz

•Thief (part 1)

•Thief (part 2)

•Theif (part 3)

•Theif (part 4)

•Theif (part 5)

Moon Knight

•Steven Grant

•Ducky

•Marc Spector

•Jake Lockley

Others

•Damon Salvatore

Request's are open

(Gotta think of some more later lol)

[glassbxttless]

Hi! Here is where all of my older work and characters I no longer write for will be linked! Note, that I DO NOT write for some of these characters any longer but I wanted to keep them up to share! For characters I do write, check out my writing rules page!

This content is 18+— Smut is indicated with *

**as of 03.27.23 this list is still being updated**

( CLYDE LOGAN X F!READER )

Valentine

Dad!Clyde // one , two , three , four

Kiss Me Again

Help Me Get Rid of This Asshole

All Day, All Night*

Wedding Date*

After Shower Special*

See You at Home*

Ohio Bound*

Mother’s Day

There Ain’t No Skiin’ in West Virginia

Kitty Eatin’ at the Duck Tape*

Mama Bear’s Spa Day

Homecoming

A Quick Dip

Just a Gallon of Milk

Someone Borrowed*

Hey Bartender

Do You Mind?

Showering in Adoration*

( ADAM SACKLER X F!READER )

As You Grew, So Did We*

Talking Body*

Tongue Tied

Becoming a Dad

Pretty Please?*

Banana Pudding*

Earn It*

( FLIP ZIMMERMAN X F!READER )

Call Me That Again*

I Want to Spend My Life with You

What Do You Think?*

Actirasty*

Holiday Party*

Mark You Mine*

Truth or Dare*

My Girl*

Daddy’s Good Girl*

“I’m Sorry, Sugar.”*

Hiking to the Falls*

Your Parents’ House*

Our Marriage Story

Did You Eat?

Marlboro*

Happy Holidays

( DANIEL JONES X F!READER )

( PHILLIP ALTMAN X F!READER )

( CHARLIE BARBER X F!READER )

( RONNIE PETERSON X F!READER )

( BEN SOLO/KYLO REN X F!READER )

( RICK SMOLAN X F!READER )

( JUDE X F!READER )

( PAUL SEVIER X F!READER )

( HENRY MCHENRY X F!READER )

( JASON ROBERTS X F!READER )

( AL CODY X F!READER )

( ADAM X F!READER )

( ALLAN X F!READER )

( PATERSON X F!READER )

( MAURIZIO GUCCI X F!READER )

( MATT SOLO X F!READER)

[hopeamarsu]

Series and challenges

* = Smut

** = Stories that might have triggering content. Please read the tags and keep safe.

Year of Themed Creation 

Year of Firsts masterlist

The Moon in May

New Moon - Marcus Pike

Waxing Moon - Benny Miller

Full Moon - Will Miller

Crecent Moon - Marcus Pike

Mafia Madness 2022

Masterlist

Whumpmas 2021

Masterlist

Kinktober 2021

Masterlist

The Diletto series

Porcelain dildo - Pero Tovar

Wooden dildo - Clyde Logan

Vibration - Flip Zimmerman

Restraint - Frankie Morales

Close Shave

#1 - Frankie Morales

#2 - Clyde Logan

Writer Wednesday 

The Lockbox - Clyde Logan x gn!reader

Keep Her Safe - Frankie Morales x f!reader

Mirror, Mirror - Frankie Morales, childOFC, reader (no pairing)

Coming Home - Marcus Pike x fem!reader

Your concrete heart isn’t beating - Jack Daniels x fem!reader

4 minutes - Marcus Pike x gn!reader

The Magazine Photo ** - Frankie Morales x reader 

The Proposal - Clyde Logan x female reader

Drops - Flip Zimmerman x gn!reader

Don’t turn around - #12, Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x gn!reader

Promise - #10, no pairing (Adventures of little Ben Solo)

All Mine - #8, Adam Sackler x Phillip Altman

Moon and Starlight - #6, Ronnie Peterson x reader

LDD-11 - #5, no pairing (Adventures of little Ben Solo)

The Meaning of Words - #3, no pairing (Adventures of little Ben Solo)

The Growl - #2, no pairing

[saynotoshityouhate]

My Turn (Ben Sackler x Reader)

A/N: This is the story of Ben Sackler - the sweetest, goodest boy with the horniest horndog inside him. He’s smart, goofy, and your best friend. This blend of Ben Solo and Adam Sackler came about while talking to my friend @weareallstoriesintheend and it’s safe to say we love him very much. I hope you love him as much as we do. I wrote this on my phone so please forgive any errors.

Words: 1918

Tags: domestic violence (just a little), friends to lovers, fingering and piv

Ben takes off his glasses, rubbing his bleary eyes, having stared at the same spreadsheet all day. The data wasn’t making sense, the numbers turning to hieroglyphs - a jumble of who knows what. His phone rumbles on the desk next to him. Picking it up, he smiles his signature goofy grin upon seeing your name light up the screen.

Bennyyyyyy! Step away from the computer and come over? I ordered too much pizza again and if you don’t get here soon I’ll eat it all. Pleeeeeeeaseeee?

He chuckled to himself and replied a quick “on my way” before shutting work down for the evening. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you, he’d run across the city if you asked him.

You and Ben Sackler had been friends since you moved to the city. For a short while you had dated one of his roommates, a real asshole who Ben had tried to warn you about. One night Ben returned home from work and saw him slap you across the face. Ben rushed to your side, punching his roommate square in the jaw before sweeping you out of the door and down the street to a local diner, where he ordered you both burgers and milkshakes and held you while you cried. He was your knight in shining armor, and you were inseparable ever since.

“Door’s open!” You shouted, hearing Ben’s signature knock. You shook your head, why he still knocked at this point was past you. He basically lived at your apartment.

“Hey, kiddo. Did you save me a slice?” Ben kicked off his boots, dropping his heavy messenger bag on the floor with a thud. His voice was deep and mumbly, thick with exhaustion from a long work week.

You knelt up from your seat on the sofa, feet folded beneath you as you held your arms out to hug him. “Of course I did, Benny Boy, that was just one time when I got super hangry. Will you never let me live it down?” He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a quick squeeze before plopping down next to you. “Probably not, no.” He winked at you before opening the pizza box on the table to grab a slice.

“So,” Ben spoke, mouth full of pizza, “Who are we mourning this week? Anti-vaxxer bro? The vegan lacrosse player? That girl with the neck tattoo?” You rolled your eyes. Ben knew about every person you had ever had a failed talking phase with. He was the first person you ran to when someone broke your heart. “No, we aren’t mourning anyone tonight. It’s just me and you and this pizza.” You extended your slice toward his to touch them together. “Cheers!”

Ben smiled, not only at the adorable pizza cheers, but also knowing you were happy spending time with him for no reason other than spending time with him. He took another bite, completely happy and content being in your presence. “So. Ben. Are you finally going to let me make you a dating profile?” Ben choked on his pizza. “Seriously? I don’t know…that doesn’t seem like a good use of anyone’s time.” He avoided your gaze, his cheeks tinging the slightest pink.

Ben hadn’t been on many, possibly any, dates since you knew him. He was always working, or traveling, and avoiding your offers to help set him up with friends. “Sackler. You’re a catch! You’re hot, successful, well read. Hell, I’d date you!” Ben spit out his drink at your final words, shocked to hear you say them. “Shiiiiit…” he cursed, grabbing napkins to clean up the mess he had made.

“Wow. No need to be so disgusted at the idea!” You crossed your arms over your chest. Mostly joking - but also…why not? “Come on, y/n, you don’t mean that.” Ben mumbled, focusing on mopping up his mess as you looked on with a furrowed brow. “Ben?” You shuffled closer to his side of the couch, placing your hand on his bicep. “Benny? What’s wrong?” Ben looked at your hand, and looked at you, your eyes deep with concern.

“Y/n, I…” Ben removes his glasses and rubs his eyes. “I should go…” Ben stood to leave, your hand gripping on to the sleeve of his black sweater, causing a small rip at the collar. “Shit, I’m so sorry, please don’t leave? Tell me what’s going on?” Ben’s back was turned to you, the broad muscles showing through the tight black sweater.

You stood, walking to stand behind Ben, placing one hand on his shoulder. He turned, his caramel eyes meeting yours - warm, worried…loving? He stepped forward, the space between you dissolving to nothingness. He placed one hand on your cheek, rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb. Your heart beats out of your chest, pounding in your ears. “Ben…” you exhaled, hot breath fanning out across his chest.

Ben leaned down, placing his pillowy, pink lips on yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, inhaling his piney cologne as you kissed him. You popped up on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck, smiling into him. You pulled away for a moment, looking up at him with a cheeky grin. “Sackler! You dog! Been holding out on me this whole time!” Ben’s eyes darkened, licking his bottom lip, tasting the bit of you your lips had left behind. His voice deepened as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Oh, y/n, you have absolutely no idea…”

He grabbed the backs of your thighs, lifting you up to straddle his waist. You yelped and giggled, knowing he was strong but not that strong! He recaptured your lips in his, a low growl bubbling in his chest. His kiss became hungry, bruising, needy. His tongue traced your bottom lip, and at your slightest acceptance, it dove inside, tangling itself with yours. You moaned into his mouth, a flood of warmth pooled between your legs. You couldn’t help but laugh - who’d have thought your innocent pizza invitation would have led to this?

Ben pulled away abruptly, looking down at you with a scowl, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “Why are you laughing? Is this funny to you?” You gasped, eyes wide. “No! Ben, I was just thinking…” Ben dropped his arms from beneath you, your legs falling to the floor. His hands found your hips and spun you around, pushing you over the arm of the couch. “Less thinking, kid, more making up for lost time.”

He ripped your leggings and panties down your legs, leaving your ass bare and pointing up at him. He kneaded at your cheeks with his large hands. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He pulled your ass apart, exposing your glistening folds. “Looks like you’ve wanted this too, isn’t that right y/n?” You looked back at him, jaw agape…speechless. He reached one hand down, running a single finger through your wetness, drawing a whimper from your throat. Your eyes followed that finger up to Ben’s lips, salivating as he tasted you, his eyes closing as he hummed happily. “Sweeter than I could have ever imagined, y/n.”

“Benny! Don’t tease!” You whined, wiggling your hips at him, needing more contact. He chuckled. “I’ve waited a long time for this, I don’t plan to rush.” He took one thick finger and pressed at your opening, your wetness allowing for ease of entry as he slowly pushed inside. “Mmmmm, B-Ben….” You groaned, pushing your face into the cushions. “Feels so…good…” Ben smiled, leaning to place a wet kiss at the base of your spine, your shirt riding up with your positioning over the side of the sofa. “I’m glad. Need to be sure you’re ready, ready for all of me.”

Ben slowly pumped his one finger inside you, dragging it along your innermost walls. When you were ready, he added a second, his other hand circling around your hips to rub at your clit. “Fuuuuuck, y/n, you feel so good around my fingers. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” You moaned at the fullness you felt, and imagined how impossibly full you would feel with Ben inside you.

Ben was painfully hard inside his dress pants. He couldn’t take it anymore. He removed his fingers and you whined loudly at the loss of him. “Lay back on the couch for me, kid. I wanna watch you fall apart for me.” You pushed yourself up, moving around to lay back on the cushions, removing your shirt and bra, and allowing your legs to fall open as you waited. Ben’s eyes widened as he gazed over your naked form. Your eyes sparkled back up at him. He swallowed thickly. “You’re…so beautiful.” Your cheeks warmed, and you smiled. “Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself. Now get over here, Sackler!”

Ben whipped his ripped sweater over his head, unbuckled his belt and pushed his bottoms down to his ankles. His freed cock bobbed against his abdomen, precum dribbling out. He smiled, unbelievably happy to be with you, in this exact moment.

“You know how long I’ve wanted this? Wanted you? Since the first fucking day you stepped foot in our apartment.” He stepped towards you, kneeling on the cushions in front of you. He crawled over you, his dark hair falling into his face. “Really?” You brushed some of his hair out of his eyes, tracing his face with your fingertips. Why hadn’t you really seen him until now?

Ben nodded, closing his eyes into your touch. He opened them only to reach between you, aligning his well endowed length with your eagerly awaiting opening. “And then, after the break up, I had to wait…again! Watching one person hurt you after the next and holding you while you cried, fuck!” He slowly pushed himself inside, his eyes rolling back in his head as he reveled in the feeling of your warmth around him. “Ben!” You cried out, as your walls fluttered around him.

“Shit, kid, you feel so fucking good.” Ben leaned down to kiss you, passionately, before pulling out slowly. He looked deep into your eyes and whispered, his lips ghosting over yours. “I’m going to make you forget those other people ever existed. It’s only us now.” You whimpered, pulling his face down to kiss you again as he snapped his hips. “Fuck, Ben! Please…ruin me for anyone else, Ben. There’s only you!” He grinned, setting a relentless pace, your living room echoing with the wet slapping of the two of you together.

“It’s my turn, y/n. And I don’t plan on letting it become anyone else’s turn anytime soon. Understand? Say it!” You cried out, the coil in your stomach beginning to snap. “Yes! Ben! I’m yours, only yours!” Ben grunted as he punctuated the snapping of his hips, putting everything he had into the final few thrusts before you snapped, gripping his cock and pulling him with you over the edge. You both moaned out each other's names as you came together.

Ben collapsed on top of you, resting his dark hair on your chest. His legs hung off the sides of the couch, too long to fit comfortably. You ran your fingers through his hair, humming happily. “Was everything you said just now…true? Do you mean it?” Ben nuzzled his face into your chest, long arms wrapped around your middle. “Yes, y/n…every word.”

You kissed the top of his head and smiled. “Good. I’m happy to be yours, Benny.”

[paterson-blue]

Last Updated: 12/30/21

Requests/HC’s/Etc: closed

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Clyde Logan

Fics:

Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago)

Clyde x Female!OC

AO3 I 3.6k + 4k + 4k + 4k + 4k

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 * I Part 4 * I Part 5*

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Beta!Clyde x Alpha!Paterson x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Charlie Barber

Fics:

Deep End Distractions

Charlie x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.2k + 4.6k + 4.9k

Part 1 I Part 2* I Part 3*

Ficlets:

Wildest Dreams

Charlie x Fem!Reader (can be read as Gender-Neutral!Reader)

AO3 I 1.6k

Henry McHenry

Series:

A Study in Henry

The Night, The Flame*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.1k

Fine Line*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.3k

Maurizio Gucci

Fics:

Gold Rush

Maurizio x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 5.5k + ?

Part 1* I Part 2

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

Fics:

Shadow of the Sea

Merman!Kylo x fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.3k + ? + ? + ?

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I ?

Ficlets:

A Shrike to Your Sharp & Glorious Thorn *

Kylo x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 1k

Paterson

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Alpha!Paterson x Beta!Clyde x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Adam Sackler

One-Shots:

Fever Pitch*

A/B/O Dyanmics; Alpha!Sackler x Omega!Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 5.9k

Impulse Control* - ADCU Summer Fic Exchange

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 8.4k

Nervous Energy* - Marie Sackler Giveaway

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 3.7k

Flip Zimmerman

Ficlets:

Likes, Loves

Flip x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I < 1k

Paul Sevier

One-Shots:

Dreamscape*

Paul Sevier x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 3.1k

Rick Smolan

Ficlets:

A Night at Home*

Rick Smolan x SoftDomme!Reader

1.1k

Father Francisco Garupe (Francis)

One-Shots:

Moment's Silence*

Francis Garupe x afab!plus size!Reader

AO3 I 2.6k

[swiss-mrs]

SOMEONE PLEASE TALK ABOUT ADAM W/ TATTOOS CAUSE IT REALLY HITS

I'm still a sad emo kid sorry bout it

[inklore]

— 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐒 ! ༘♡

please note that my attention is not stuck on just one idea, series, or hyperfixation. therefore there is no set time stamp for when any of these will be posted. please understand that inspiration may strike more for one idea over the other.

♡ feel free to send asks for any of the wips below.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ↷

the last of us

wicked game (joel miller x smuggler!reader) ➥ parts published: impetuous, fool me twice, folly — coming soon: fools gold

sweet emotion (rockstar!joel miller x singer!reader, 70s au)

top gun: maverick

greenlight (jake seresin x pilot!reader) ➥ parts published: coveted façade, veracious — coming soon: green light, cruise control, untitled

the daggers of love (multiple characters)

etc fandoms

the ether (multiple characters) ➥ a collab series of filthy one shots and blurbs about the infamous porn company 'the ether' and it's stars. (spoiler for some characters involved: marc spector, joel miller, oberyn martell, din djarin, santiago garcia, etc)

𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ↷

haunted hoedown challenge

dancing with demons (flip zimmerman)

put me in a movie (pornstar!marc spector)

back seat of my heart (adam sackler)

fight or flight (javy 'coyote' machado)

untitled (ben solo)

untitled (carmy berzatto x reader x luca)

[direnightshade]

Fidelity (Chapter One)

Thank you to the ever lovely @quiteanabyss for suggesting this idea for horrorfest, and also to @leatherboundbirate for helping bounce some ideas back and forth for character development in the planning stages of this fic. ♡

Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Warnings: Character Death, Blood, Violence, Murder, Stabbing, Knives, Toxic Relationship Dynamics, Slasher Fic Word Count: 2,382

As always, you can find this over on AO3.

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Nightfall has descended on a nondescript Midwest town, blanketing it in darkness. Phillip plops down heavily onto the cream colored sofa with an audible sigh, the popcorn in the ceramic bowl that he holds jostling with the movement. Though the lights remain on in the kitchen one room over, the living room is bathed only in the blue light of the television that now displays the opening credits of Halloween, which Phillip has chosen as his first of many movies for the evening.

He’s seen this movie half a dozen times, but each time is just as good as the first. It is, he’s said many times to friends and family alike, a favorite of his. There are moments where he recites lines and moments where he laughs through mouthfuls of popcorn, and though he would very much deny it to anyone that asks, there are times where he jumps—still taken aback even after having seen the film so many times. By the time Laurie runs into the hall following the discovery of Lynda and Bob, the bowl of popcorn seated in Phillip’s lap has all but vanished. Only a few pieces remain, and just as he reaches into the bowl to retrieve them whilst Michael stalks after Laurie, a loud, shrill ringing fills the space eliciting a jump of surprise followed by a string of curses.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he cries out, hand darting out on instinct and snatching up the cell phone that sits beside him on the couch.

UNKNOWN, the caller ID reads.

Phillip presses the side button on the phone to silent the incessant ringing, but continues to stare down at the screen as the call illuminates the immediate space around him. His thumb moves to hover over the ‘Answer Call’ option that has long since appeared on the screen, with half a mind to do so. But thinking better of it, he ignores the incoming call and sets the phone beside him once again before returning his attention to the movie.

Thirty seconds passes and then—

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

With an irritated huff, eyes still settled on the television screen, Phillip reaches for his phone once more. His gaze lands on the screen a second time, discovering that yet again it is an unknown caller reaching out to him. He glances to the time, 10:17 PM, and scowls down at the screen. Like many others, he’d been known to receive the annoying spam call time and time again, but never has he received one at this time of night. This time, rather than ignoring the call, he answers, fully intending on shutting down what he is to assume will be the umpteenth call he’s received about his car’s warranty this week.

“Hello,” he asks as Laurie screams in the background on the television.

Static crackles on the line momentarily, and when Phillip opens his mouth to give his greeting a second time, a voice emerges from the other end of the line. “Oh, I’m sorry,” they say abruptly. “I think I’ve dialed the wrong number.”

Phillip huffs a laugh, eyes returning to the screen in front of him when he replies. “No worries, it happens. Take it easy.” He doesn’t wait for a reply as he pulls the phone from his ear and ends the call without so much as looking at the screen, once again discarding the device on the cushion beside him.

He isn’t sure how much time passes when his phone rings again, but it feels as if it has only been a few seconds. With an irritated groan, he leans forward and sets the now empty bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table before retrieving the phone for a third time tonight. “Hello,” he greets, the frustration evident in his voice.

“Hello, Phillip.” The voice on the other end of the line is gravelly and tinny, but familiar to the very same person who’d just called, claiming to have had the wrong number mere moments ago.

Phillip’s eyes widen slightly and pulling the phone from his ear briefly, he checks the screen once more. UNKNOWN it reads. Like all the other times before. “Who is this,” he asks, rising up from his spot on the couch and forgetting entirely about the movie that is now in its final act.

“Me? Oh, who I am isn’t important. But you do know me, I’ll give you that much. Do you like trivia, Philli—”

The voice at the other end of the line cuts off when Phillip hangs up abruptly, unwilling to play into whatever game this individual has in mind. It’s nearly Halloween, after all, and he knows the neighborhood kids aren’t above playing some stupid pranks just to get a laugh. Sadly for them, he thinks to himself as he reaches for the empty popcorn bowl, they’ll have to get their kicks elsewhere.

Slipping his phone into his back pocket, he carries the dirtied bowl from the living room to the kitchen in order to deposit it into the sink. Just as the ceramic bowl clatters against the stainless steel sink, the familiar ringtone sounds once more. Phillip emits a groan of displeasure and retrieves the device from where it is stored.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that it’s rude to hang up on someone,” asks the voice from the other end of the line.

“What’s rude is you wasting my time in the middle of a Halloween marathon.” The sound of rushing water fills the space as he turns on the tap to fill up the dirtied bowl, stopping only once it’s reached the top.

A low hum of acknowledgement sounds from the opposite end of the line. “A horror movie fan. As fate would have it, I’ve got quite the game for you.”

Phillip’s brows crease and when he turns away from the sink, he begins to stride with purpose back into the darkened living room. “I don’t have time for your games, I’m busy.”

“Don’t you hang up the godda—”

With the phone now lowered, Phillip presses the red circle that flashes up on the screen to successfully end the call a second time. It’s immediate this time, how his screen flashes with a new call. He ignores it only to receive another and another and another until finally, he finds his hand forced and he answers.

“Look,” he starts, only to be immediately silenced by the caller.

“No, you look, Phillip. Don’t you fucking hang up on me again or I’ll fucking gut you, do you understand?”

A beat of static fills the line following the rhetorical question and when Phillip remains quiet, the voice on the other end speaks up yet again.

“Now, I want to play a game. For every question that you get right, you win the right to live but for every one you get wrong…” Trailing off briefly, a chuckle can be heard along with a puff of air that brings more static to the line. “You’re a horror fanatic aren’t you, Phillip? So you shouldn’t be worried about getting these wrong.”

A chill sweeps along Phillip’s spine, his eyes staring unfocused on the screen as Halloween continues to play out on the screen.

“Let’s begin with an easy one, hm? What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Phillip’s gaze sweeps away from the television screen to where the windows of the living room give way to a darkened back yard. “That’s not trivia,” he replies matter-of-factly.

“You have two seconds to answer the question. Favorite. Scary. Movie.”

“Halloween,” he says almost instantaneously.

“Good. So you should have no trouble at all answering my first question. What movie can be seen depicted on screen when Tommy and Laurie are together?”

Phillip takes a moment, glances back at the screen and does his best to recall the movie. From the other end of the line, the stranger begins a rhythmic ‘tik, tik, tik, tik’ as if to urge him on.

“The Thing From Another World,” Phillip spouts off as the memory comes careening to the forefront of his mind.

“Very good, but not surprising. Next question. Which film kills someone off by forcing them to eat too much?”

Phillip’s mouth opens and closes, his brows creasing as if attempting to recall the information being asked. Upstairs a floorboard creaks, pulling his attention upward to gaze at the stark white ceiling.

“Se7en,” he says hesitantly whilst slowly backpedaling out of the living room to make his way into the hallway.

“Bingo. Let’s make this a little harder, shall we?”

His steps come to a halt when Phillip finally reaches the staircase. Unlike downstairs where the kitchen lights remain on to illuminate the space rather brightly, upstairs is dark and devoid of anything other than blackness. Slowly, Phillip reaches to his left and flicks on the foyer light, revealing nothing at the top of the steps.

“What was Freddy Krueger’s serial killer name before he died?”

“What?!” He’s only half paying attention now, his focus divided by the creak of the floorboard upstairs and the strange caller. “He didn’t have one.”

Behind him, in an adjacent room, the sound of fabric rustling can be heard, causing Phillip to whirl around in order to investigate. As he storms towards the source of the noise, he’s met only with the sound of a breathy chuckle from the other end of the line.

“I’m afraid that’s incorrect, Philly!”

“What? No it isn’t,” he insists, flicking on light after light as he goes room to room, determined to prove to himself that he is indeed alone.

“Yes, it is. Before Freddy died he was known as the Springwood Slasher. Sorry, but that’s strike one.”

“Strike one? What the fuck does that mea—” Before he’s able to finish the demand for clarification, the lights overhead cut off completely, plunging the home into darkness. “Hey! Hey! What the fuck, man!”

“Phillip. Oh, Philly,” says the voice on the phone in a sing-song tone. “Listen up, you’re going to want to pay attention. This is your final chance at redemption, you got that?”

“Last chance?!” Stretching a hand out into the darkness, Phillip fumbles along the nearby wall in an attempt at bringing himself back to the living room. His heart hammers wildly in his chest, his mind racing a mile a minute; his only thought is to reach the flashlight that’s stored in the space for power outages. If he can just reach that then he can get the hell out of here. “What happened to strikes two and three?”

“The rules are arbitrary, Phillip. This is your last chance, so you better pick your answer carefully. Are you ready?” The stranger on the line doesn’t give Phillip a moment to answer, but instead carries on with their tortuous game. “What war is Grace waiting for her husband to return from in The Others?”

Another creak of a floorboard can be heard, and he’s certain that it’s closer now, perhaps even at the landing of the stairs. Phillip hurries, bumping into furniture and sliding along the wall at a quickened pace, determined more than ever to reach the flashlight.

“Tik tok, Philly. I’m going to need that answer soon.”

“Fuck. Fuck,” Phillip mumbles to himself in between labored breaths. “Uh,” he starts in an attempt to stall now, having finally found his way into the living room. “Well, it can’t be the Cold War, that would’ve been way too late…”

“Don’t fuck around with me! I’ll cut this game of ours short and trust me when I say that you don’t want that!”

“Fuck! Fine! World War One! It was World War One!”

Just as Phillip reaches for the flashlight, snatching it from its spot on the end table, yet another rustling of fabric can be heard. Hastily, he flicks the switch to turn on the light and aims the flashlight in the direction of the sound. The beam of light lands on a black mass just as it disappears into another room, the sight causing Phillip’s heart to leap at the realization that he is not home alone after all. For a moment, the house descends into silence, and all Phillip can hear is the crackling of static through the phone that is still pressed against his ear.

When the stranger speaks next, Phillip swears that he can hear the sadistic grin they undoubtedly wear, and a sense of unease plummets straight to the depths of his stomach.

“Wrong.”

The unmistakable sound of heavy boots clunk against the wooden stairs as the stranger makes a hurried descent from the second floor. Only then does Phillip’s flight or fight mode kick in, and choosing the former, he makes a mad dash to the back door as the sound of footsteps nears at a rapid pace. The phone tumbles freely from his hand, dropping to the floor with an audible thud.

Shaky fingers fumble with the lock on the door, the light of the flashlight wobbling to reflect off of the wall and ceiling until finally, he manages to pull open the door. He makes his escape out onto the back patio, turning a harsh left with the intention of rounding the house to run towards the road that lies parallel to the home but as he turns the corner he is stopped abruptly by a sharp pain in his abdomen.

The flashlight that he holds turns to aim the light at his torso, illuminating the glinting steel of a blade that protrudes from his stomach. He looks up with shock, now redirecting the light to the masked face of his would-be killer. The knife digs in a little deeper and the flashlight falls to the ground just before Phillip joins it, his head bouncing off of the cold, hard dirt with a sickening crack. In his final moments, he stares up at his killer who now removes the ghostly mask, blood dripping from the blade in their hand and a sadistic grin to match, Phillip’s eyes widen at the realization at just who is behind this night of terror.

There is disbelief among the pain and the fear, but as his vision begins to fade, giving way to the blackness, he realizes that he’ll never understand why him, why tonight, simply...why.

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Tagging my fellow Ben & Kylo lovers!

@livelongdolan @daydreamsofren @crimsoncounties @caillea @candycanes19 @gurl-ly @duty-isnt-always-honour @exit-goat @little-laamb @themuseic @kylosbitch @caelum-phyriina-vermillon @desiraypark @mariesackler @millenialcatlady @xxcatrenxx @mazeltovcocktail555 @historyandfandoms50 @leatherboundbirate @fathersonandhouseofgucci @alpha-lobito @cornmousequeen @tashastrange89

If you'd like to be tagged in future works, please give me a shout!

[prince-kyloren]

Send me requests for headcanons! I’ll try to work on them throughout the day!

Any characters I write for!

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Masterlist

As previously announced, my blog is currently in a transition period. Moving forward I will be creating period pieces almost exclusively, (the regency period in particular). Previously written ADCU pieces from zimmermansbrat can be found below.

Viscount!Kylo Regency AU series

Viscount!Kylo details (history and backstories, not a writing piece)

Meeting Viscount!Kylo (backstory p1)

“Courting” Viscount!Kylo (backstory p2)

“Proposal” by Viscount!Kylo (backstory p3)

Wedding Night *

Life as the new Viscountess *

All Tied Up*

Zimmermansbrat ADCU Writing archive

love languages series 

(ft. kylo, flip, charlie, sackler) has its own master list here

Kylo Ren 

Training pt 1

Training pt 2*

Faking it*

Sleepwalking - Modern!Kylo - requested

“You look so good with my hands around your neck.” *

“Am I Dreaming?”  HC

Charlie Barber

Drinking

“Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.” *

periods with Charlie HC

Flip Zimmerman

Unlocked*

Come Back to Bed

Burden - requested

Drunk Confessions - requested

Minor Disagreements

overstimulation* -requested

Catch me*

Not talking*

Rocky Mountain Threeway (ft Clyde!) part 1* (hiatus until further notice)

“I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know that you’re taken.” *

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” *

“I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind.”  (wack version)

“I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind” (serious version)

Adam Sackler

Distracted 

Neighbors - Morby Writing Challenge (can be read as gender neutral)

Being on a plane with Sackler HC

[weareallstoriesintheend]

One Shot Commissions

Hi Everyone!

I have some exciting news!! 😊 I have just opened an Etsy store for Customized One Shot Commissions.

You can purchase a Adam Driver Comfort Character or a Marvel Comfort Character One Shot at either 1k or 3k word count.

They will all be completely personalised to how you want them to be, including your name, storyline of your choosing etc. OR you can request one of my current fics to be personalised if you wish!

If you're interested please drop by the Etsy store and have a look on the below link. 🥰

WEAREALLSTORIESSHOP

For examples of my writing please see my Masterlist post HERE

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Masterlist

So, I’m going to try and compile as much here as possible, and I will update and work on it as much as possible, I just want to organize a little more!

Kylo/Ben

Animalistic Bedroom Behavior (ft. Flip Zimmerman) Headcanons (nsfw)

Kylo Taking Care of You During a Panic Attack

Ben Punishing you, plus aftercare (NSFW)

Kylo seeing your scars (TW)

Kylo making you watch (NSFW)

Rough sex with Ben + aftercare

Flip Zimmerman

Animalistic Bedroom Behavior (ft Kylo) NSFW headcanon

Rough sex and aftercare with Flip (NSFW)

Flip comforting you

Flip making you orgasm, a of times in one sesh (NSFW)

Sex and gunplay with Flip (NSFW)

Flip making you watch (NSFW)

Smutty headcanons with Flip (NSFW)

Sitting on Flip’s face (NSFW)

Flip comforting you after a PTSD nightmare (TW)

Adam Sackler

Adam comforting you, self-h*rm TW 

Adam’s jealousy

Adam eating you out for the first time (NSFW)

Morning sex with Adam (NSFW)

Adam fingering you (NSFW)

Clyde Logan

Subby, good boy Clyde (NSFW)

Clyde comforting you after a family death

Mutual masturbation with Clyde (NSFW)

Clyde trying rough sex with you, but being a soft boi (NSFW)

Clyde comforting you after a fight

Ronnie Peterson

Sex and cuffs with Ronnie (NSFW)

Charlie Barber

Rough sex with Charlie, plus aftercare (NSFW)

Multi-Character Headcanons

Rough Sex, aftercare with the boys (NSFW)

All kinds of smutty HC’s with the boys! (NSFW)

Kylo, Flip, and Adam smutty HC’s