A college student (y/n) finds herself in a sticky situation when her computer gets hacked. Then post attending a protest she's confronted by a strange man wearing riot gear. "Like two alpha wolves laid dormant waiting for their meal to dash. And whatever sudden movement you made only made it seem like they'd tear you apart" (Includes smut, no children pls) Btw if anonymous is reading this, I'm so sorry but please don't hack me, but don't look for their identity either.❤️

This is about that hot special ops guy at the protest in DC and he helps you out after you get injured during a protest. (I'm sorry for this) This is a lil smutty but more fluffy 😓 *discontinued*

This is about the huge fucking dude from the protests. Lots of smut (also relationship development). Spec ops guy, specopsguy Story is first person, though the "I" character is mostly unnamed and very vaguely described.

Okay its safe to say we are all simping, thirsty, and staning our Riot Daddies, Riot and Alpha (He has a few names, as he said in a video. He's also called Mufasa. He has dreads.) And I'm venting all my sexual frustration for both of them into this fic. Hope you like! Y/n decides to go to a protest and is saved by an incredibly tall man in full riot gear. The next day she meets another and finds out its gonna be more than just two chance meetings.

He whispered in my ear softly, mumbling, "Don't worry sweetheart, the pain'll be over in a few seconds." Unfortunately for me, my eyes were in pain, and I was crying. "It.. it hurts.." I gasped, before the strange man squirted water in my eyes. I'd just been tear gassed for peacefully protesting, and a man had taken me to the middle of the group so I could get treated. "I know, but it'll go away soon. Right now, I have to go on the front. Stay safe here," he replied, before helping me stand up and moving to leave. Once my eyes were finally able to see without hurting so much, I saw him poking fun at the officers, shoving them with his finger. I smiled softly, wondering who he was.

"Are you going to stay?" "Am I going to stay?" He repeats. You nod. He rubs your back. "Go to sleep, sweet thing," was his only reply, and you relish in his warmth while he's still there. - reader is a dancer and artist in the city, and slowly falls for the masked protester who pops up in her life far too often. who's the man behind the disguise, and why is he so endearing? - warning: there is blood, dubcon, choking, and lots of degradation. fluff is few and far between. please be cautious.