#Ben Sackler x y/n

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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.”

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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.

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Kylo Ren:

NSFW!!

Him having a size kink

Giving him a blowjob

Reader is badass aka Dom!reader x sub!kylo

He becomes Supreme Leader

Reader is distracting him

Fluff!!

Reader has vertigo and passes out in front of him

Reader finds out they’re pregnant and tells kylo

Him marrying reader to be more like Vader

Reader gets hurt on a mission without Kylo and he comes to comfort her in the med wing

Him comforting reader after losing their dog

Head cannons!!

Bad habits of his

what makes him cry

Reader convincing Kylo to dye his hair

Kylo comforting reader

Ben Solo

Fluff!!

Life with Ben would include...

Adam Sackler

NSFW!!

He distracts Reader when they have a headache

Fluff!!

Cuddles in the morning

Sackler as a dad would include...

Adam comforting you after a break up

Domestic headcannons/going on dates with him

Adam using all your soap and sneaking in the shower with you

You meet Adam at a club and boom you’re in love. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

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Fluff!!

Adam Driver as a dad would include...

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Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.? With Flip, Sackler, Ben and Clyde please. I love all your amazing work ♥️♥️

Thank you dearie! Hope you enjoy!

CW/TW: Mentions of panic attacks

Flip

Flip was the ultimate voice of reason when you were panicking, reassuring you in every way that he could that you were safe with him, saying whatever you needed to hear to help you come down.

Flip would always make it a goal to give you physical comfort, or not, if needed, telling you before he did absolutely anything at all, guiding you through each step. “Hey, sweetheart, I’m going to hold you, is that okay?” He would ask, patient for your affirmation. “Is this okay? You’re doing so great, love.” His voice was always calm throughout, strong arms tight around you, reminding you that you were completely protected with him. 

Other times, he knew that you just needed his voice, just his words, and he would sit next to you, offering you his hand and listening to whatever you were saying. “I know, princess, I know, I’ve got you right here with me.” He would tell you. “You’re not in any danger, just listen to me, I’m right here.” 

After you came down, Flip would help you to walk to the bedroom, laying with you and snuggling you in your favorite blankets, keeping you close to him, combing through your hair and massaging your sore temples and shoulders, until you fell asleep, or showed no more signs of panic.

Sackler

Admittedly, Adam didn’t know quite what to do, and found himself panicking a little bit too, when he saw you visibly upset, or hyperventilating, crying, any of it. He wouldn’t tell you that, but it was obvious that it scared him in his reactions.

“Babe.” He would look at you, concerned and confused. “What is it sweetheart? Please breathe for me, why are you breathing like that? Do you need me to call an ambulance, hey, look at me.” Adam would be frantic for a response, watching you intently for some sort of reaction, any nodding, anything to show him that you were okay.

Adam would eventually come to your side, carefully wrapping an arm around you, waiting for you to come closer to him, and when he felt you reaching for him, he would envelope you into him, letting you curl up in his chest, hand running through your hair, rocking you back and forth, staying with you through the waves of panic that rushed through you, planting soft kisses on your forehead throughout.

After you had calmed down, Adam would still hold you-his hands softly cupping your face, thumb gently stroking along your cheeks, asking what you needed, checking on you over and over. “Sweetheart, how about some water? Are you cold? What about a snack? Are you alright? What do you need?” 

You would tell Adam that all you needed was him for that moment, and he would listen, just letting you sit with him, until your breathing and heart rate slowed.

Ben

Ben could tell long before you even, that you were going to have a panic attack, just by the way your breathing steadily changed, your words changed, the way your eyes looked, and would stay attentive to you, holding your hand and watching for any changes. 

“It’s okay, princess, I know, let’s go sit down, I’m right here with you.” Ben would hold you close to him, breathing deeply and encouraging you to follow his rhythm. “Just like that, princess, keep breathing with me, I’ve got you.” 

Ben would do whatever to comfort you, cradling you in his arms, wiping away tears that fell, speaking softly to you, telling you over and over that everything was okay.

Ben had the ability to just know exactly what you needed, following your body cues, shushing the thoughts that were screaming so loudly at you, thumb swiping over your forehead, your cheeks, your ears. “Don’t listen to it, princess, listen to me, listen to my voice, you’re okay, princess, you’re okay.” 

When it faded away, Ben would carry you to the bathroom, running you a warm bubble bath with lavender, massaging soap into your scalp, fingertips gently tracing along, all the way to your shoulders to knead away the leftover tension and pressure. “I’ve always got you, I will always keep you safe.” Ben would tell you, meaning every word of it.

Clyde

Clyde had a high level of sympathy for your panic attacks, he knew all too well what they felt like, knew exactly how scared you were, the terror of how bad it could be.

When Clyde recognized that you were panicking, he would stop whatever he was doing, being right at your side, letting you nuzzle into his warm chest, his strong hands stroking your back and hair, whispering soft reassurances into your ear as he held you. “It’s okay, darlin’, it’s okay, ain’t nothin’ goin’ to happen to ya if I’m here, I know you’re scared, darlin’, I know.” His body was warm and solid against you, a blanket of comfort, safe in his arms.

Clyde would stay attentive to you the entire time, when you cried, wiping the tears away with the soft pad of his thumb, when you were trembling, holding you steady, and when you were hyperventilating, helping you to gradually get your breaths back to normal.

When it was over, Clyde would let you lay against him, curled up into his body, arms holding you firm and steady. He didn’t know a whole bunch of what to do afterwards, but for him, music was always a comfort. So, to bring you completely back down, he would sing some of your favorite songs, letting you listen to him, and feel the meditative vibration of his chest against your face, humming softly to you, as you laid still in his arms

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I’ll be updating my Sackler fic AA and Season 8. Also, I’ll be doing some Kylo Ren/Ben Solo & Reader fics because I can’t give up Star Wars or stay away for too long.

Just a warning: I will also be writing a Reylo fic because what the hell was that ending to TROS. I know a lot of my followers do not like thy ship and I will tag appropriately and put the story after the cut.

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Dating Ben Solo Would Include...

let’s start off with how much i love this gif.... a lot 

from the han solo shrug to the ballistic saber swing i am a slut

anyway

in a perfect dream world where ben never went darkside...

I think this boy would be such a simp

that’s it thats the post

im kidding

so he’s the definition of chaotic good

you’ve seen his parents

you know his parents

unbridled chaos

so he does the whole learning the force, smuggling stuff with his dad, etc... thing

and so he’s so so cocky all the time 

he likes to play; that is, I think, the main thing

ok so you probably grew up together 

it would be so easy to be best friends with this guy

he’s like a golden retriever

constant teasing!!! I fucking tell you

i’m talking high shelves, moving things away with the force, winking, throwing things at you like paper just to annoy you, tickling, play fighting

after you got together it would be all of that ++++ butt slapping, throwing you over his shoulder, probably licking you, biting your shoulder, grabbing ur butt

he’s just very affectionate and physical and handsy

in my head you’d be best friends like always sassing each other

(because he’s so sassy)

and then one day you’d be training or something and you’d pin him down and something in him would just snap 

and he’d kiss you

and at first you’d be like holy fuck what is happening

but then it’s like oh

and you question why it hadn’t happened before because it’s ben and you’re actually sort of perfect for each other

he would always be begging for some kind of attention tbh

“is that my ass you’re looking at, dear Y/N?”

“Y/N! PAY ATTENTION TO ME,” -> cue puppy dog eyes

“Hey, Y/N..” poke “Y/N,” poke

he’s annoying

but loveable I’ll give him that

He’s always trying to make you laugh

he’ll tease other people when you’re sad just to make you laugh 

Leia would treasure you because she just loves to see her son happy and well and alive

If you sassed Ben at any point, Han would like you 

he wouldn’t tell you

He’d probably grab ben by the scruff of his neck or something and say something like “keep him/ her around”

chewie would love you to bc you probably grew up around him too

you’d definitely understand him

“Chewie tell Ben I’m right.”

chewie: aAAAAArrrrUUUGGhhhh (i’m sorry idk)

“they are not right! you giant furball,”

you and ben would bicker constantly I feel

because he’s passionate about everything for no reason

but he would lose interest very fast I think like you’d be arguing and he’s just think about how hot you looked and he would give up completely and be like 

“you’re pretty, you know that?”

and it would be infuriating but sweet

that’s his brand

he’d probably call you teasing nicknames like princess or your highness or angel or something stupid like my eternal love

in bed i can only imagine he’d bust out the princess or tbf i can imagine daddy or like sweetheart

if he was being serious and he was scared for your safety or you were sad it would be like love, sweetheart, baby 

honestly if you were ever in danger he would freak the fuck out

he’d try to step back and have faith in you but boy’s protective and he never wants to lose you

not when he’s finally found someone that gets him

what else what else what else

bit nsfw: but he would love to make out and get off with you anywhere

falcon? check. x-wing? check. technician’s closet? you bet.

massive thing for hickeys

this is long but i have feelings, mom

he would just love to hold you

he’s one of those people that you would just have so much fun with your jaw ached from smiling yk

but no lie he’s a simp

he would do fucking anything you asked

because he loves.. he’s in love.. he’s whole with you

just realised my headcanons for ben solo is just adam sackler wow