After a contentious congressional primary, you find yourself working for Kylo Ren, a total career politician and your worst enemy. Politics is a filthy game, and you know just how to play it. But how long until your First Lady fantasies become reality? - ***you don't have to understand politics to enjoy this!!! I promise!!*** This is my first fic! I used to write rinky-dink One Direction Imagines years ago so I'm super excited to share this with y'all! I hope you like it! WARNINGS heaping tablespoon of enemies to lovers slowest burn imaginable good old fashioned smut Slight age difference Position of power leveraged against us (in a hot way) ***** a few mentions of "daddy" but MC thinks it's corny Spanking Slapping Dom!Kylo Sub!Reader Dom!Reader??? Sub!Kylo??? Choking Anal Gunplay?? Not sure. Some light political jargon I can absolutely explain if needed

Consilium (latin): counsel, advice, judgement, wisdom A few years after the "perfect marriage" to your "perfect husband" your life has become anything but your own, controlled and manipulated by the husband you thought you loved. Desperate to escape his toxic clutches, you hire Kylo Ren who is renowned, known to be one of the most ruthless divorce lawyers in the country - and he doesn't come cheap. After pooling every last bit of energy and dignity you have left, you embark on a journey to free yourself from your suffocating relationship, and maybe end up gaining more than just Ren's counsel along the way. Co-author: aysheashea

(This story is in serious need of edits! There is one use of 'y/n' in the first chapter but it doesn't appear again. MY WRITING IS ASS UNTIL SEVERAL CHAPTERS IN!) You are dating Armitage Hux, the mob boss (Snoke)'s right hand man. But when Kylo Ren, the underboss of the mafia, returns from his time away, you soon become a pawn in their game of money, power, and glory. "You talk lots about God Freedom comes from the call But that's not what this bitch wants Not what I want at all I want money, power and glory" *This is a modern alternate universe. I don't claim to have an intensive knowledge of mafia/mob life but I do my best to do my research. There may be some inconsistencies between real life organized crime and what is depicted in the story. Just have an open mind and have fun with it! ** this is a story for 18+ people!

Prisoner!Killer!Kylo/OC AU THIS IS A DARK FIC OK FOLKS- it starts DARK! Ends mushy. In which a sweet crime writer goes to question a convicted scarred murderer; what could possibly go wrong? (Oh! So many things) He'd watched her pulse leap in her pale throat when he sat down. Watched her shrink in her seat. Saw how her cornflower blue eyes dilated when she saw him. He'd heard her gulp. Heard her breath hitch. That had been hard for him not to smirk wildly at. That he had such an effect upon her... Seeing her in here after so many goddamn days and years limited purely to the bland familiar sights of fellow prison inmates and guards. Broad men of all sizes. So to suddenly walk in here, and see what little treat sat awaiting him, was like New Years Eve in Paris. After all, he was a dangerously bored, violent sociopath.