UPDATES EVERY DAY Alright you filthy sinners, it's whore hours. Story about Spec ops guy/RIOT. Our lord and saviour who is 7ft tall with his beautiful long dreads and fighting for blm This is going to be smutty af, we all simping like fools over Riot so you best strap in and prepare for some filth and a bit of fluff to cause we stan

hey fuckass if yr reading this I do hope u like it :). I dont think that there are any male/gender neutral readers of tank, riot, scales, anon ect., so I felt the need to contribute! ( I was forced by my moirails to write this fic 👁👄👁 ) I'm so sorry if this is cringy I haven't written a fic since my fnaf phase in 4th grade.

"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.