The body of 18 year old Nolan Xavier Wells has unfortunately been found after he went missing from Horn Island, Mississippi. Wells went boating with a group of boys — the rest of the party being white — on July 4th, but he was the only one who didn’t return to shore.
It is becoming increasingly dangerous to be the only black person in a group. Rest in peace, Nolan. You deserve justice.
unfortunately the dad kink is hotter when it's a littleee incestuous, when people call you his daughter and neither of you correct them, when you buy him cards about fathers and daughters on father's day, when he's calling you his daughter while he's balls deep, when boys are asking for his blessing to date you, when people ask the two of you what you did for father's day and he's smiling and saying "oh, you know, just spent time with my daughter," when he's rejecting single moms trying to fuck him cause the only one he wants to fuck is his daughter, when he's telling you no one will ever compare to his daughter, when he's referring to himself as your dad, when he's telling you "be a good daughter and cum for me", when- [GUNSHOTS]
makin’ love, in between the sheets. aaron hotchner
slight whisper of a size kink (s10 hotch….. i’m gonna fuck you.) i saw an edit of hotch to donk, then started listening to it and thinking evil thoughts. hotch call me i’m ready. s10 hotch bustin out the shirt... i love you. listen to donk to feel it. MDNI 18+
☆ ☆
you could lose your mind with how full you feel. overbearingly full of him, full of love and lust, full of his cock, and so much else you can't stand putting a name to.
caged and smothered, he's a mind-fucking weight against you, your brain something else he's fucked up and played with. between him and the soft mattress, you’re liquid in his hands, all sweet and whiny in his ears. you sound so sweet crooning for him, rolling your hips up into his thrusts, overwhelmingly alluring in your moves.
your eyes roll back and your body tenses when he hits that spot on a slow drag out, like he wants to make you lose your fucking mind— the smile on his face tells you that's exactly what he seeks to do. dazed and dizzy, your eyes fall to where he’s pressed against you to watch what he does to you, his stomach painted clear with your arousal. he looks good when he’s fucking you, thick and just asking to be drooled over.
above you, he nods at your watching, at your obvious flirting, eyes glinting. he’s teasing, a playful edge to how he makes love to you. the sheets feel like pure silk, and you feel like you're floating in them, suspended in softness as you both intertwine play with pleasure.
nosing at your nose, he bumps against you, silently directing your gaze up to his face, his pretty, pretty face.
a full smile graces his face as he leans down to kiss you, and your hands find the sides of his face when your lips meet. deep and warm, the kiss wastes no time with shy pecks. your brain slips away, to where all you can think is aaron. he’s good inside you, and you taste him, your tongue sliding against his as you rub gently over the swell of his cheek, and you can feel him smiling against your lips under your thumb. beautiful couldn’t even begin to describe how you know he looks.
sloppy and uncalculated, swipes of tongue and spit, it constricts something down between you two, your legs notching up just a bit—unconsciously curling into yourself. he pushes into the curl while you sing into his mouth, following your body down until he's pressed against the backs of your thighs again, and he stays there, grinding as deep as he can reach. "god," is all you can say against his lips, your head spinning with how quickly he figured your moves.
finally, you both gain enough sense to take a second to breathe. bodies rocking, you lay in the sweet sounds of your moans and his groans. your lips ghost against the others and your heavy breaths fan out against your faces. your toes curl at a wholehearted groan from him.
quiet, he tells you, "you're a dream, you know that?" it's murmured devastatingly sexily against your lips. his voice rumbles in his chest like thunder, deep and rolling. you've always loved storms.
“yeah,” you bite down on a smile, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.
his eyes glint. of course you know. your smile escapes you before you kiss him again.
when he fucks against that spot again, "yeah" comes out as a moan, and your head rolls to the side as he pushes in again, crowding onto you and bringing his face into your neck to press kisses against your fevered skin. he hums as you gasp, innocently continuing to kiss at your neck and make you see supernovas collapse in front of your eyes.
he catches your face in the corner of his eye, so his mouth runs. "i love it when we're like this," he confesses. "you're open, and you give me so much. you let me have it all." in the plane of your mind, his words ring loudly and you feel them right where he's inside you now, your chest tingling with it.
"shit," you curse, turning your face toward him. again he follows you, raising so you can see him, and you grab his face in your hands, met with his longing gaze. "aar."
his eyes soften ever more at your call for him. you're blessed to be able to gaze at his divine countenance, to be able to see him and have his features grace your eyes is something long past sacred. soft and dulcet. heaven in the palm of your hands.
all of your ticks and tells are laid bare in his mind, every single one has been logged. that one, that shudder and whine and your furrowed eyebrows speak multitudes. he looks down and back up, then pushes forward like he's been doing this whole time.
you feel the weight of his body shift, see his hand move down in the corner of your eyes. "oh, god," you choke, way past cloud nine. it's amazing to you, still, how he knows without words, maybe cause he's a profiler, or maybe because he pays more attention to you than any other person in the world.
when he touches you, you feel like angelic. it's as if your limbs wrap in white light and you gain a glow, and you’re definitely going to cry. "yes" leaks from you in a squeak with a nod while stars prick at the corner of your vision as two fingers rub pretty over you, releasing pleasure from the center of your being out through your body. hips rolling up into his fingers and feeling like you're going to burst, everything feels so much. he hangs onto your hitches of breath and whines and nods, holds on and keeps fucking and rubbing until you go silent and your eyes fall shut, and he can feel you burst. distantly, you hear him breathe "yeah," when you come, obviously and exceedingly in awe. he feels you pulse around him, shaking, hips still rolling up into his fingers. like a habit, he follows your climax, watching intently for the parts where you can go higher, and lower, and then the end when he brings you to a slow roll and brings his own movements inside you down, too. he's never seen anything prettier.
finally, you breathe, a small out and then a big in as you become aware of your being again. you like this part, when he's moving slowly inside you, and his eyes are shut now because he's close. he can get there like this, soft and smooth with your arms snaking under and around his, pulling him close to you. being held brings him to the edge, being wrapped in love and talked to softly sets him alight. "you're unbelievable," you praise against his ear, your eyes shut closed. "so unreal." his chest rumbles with a groan and he pushes into you a little harder; he's not the only one who knows the other like the back of his hand. a moan catches in his throat as he comes, and releases when you push him over the crest of it with a breathy "yes." coming like this is the utmost pleasure, the fountain of joy and ecstasy that people search millennia for. another hard moan escapes him as his climax crests again, his breath mixing with his moans, beautiful and sweet-toned and pitched to perfection in your ear. through it all, your embrace never loosens, you keep him close to you like you know he needs to come as beautifully as he can.
slowly, it's his turn to find his body again.
he lays on top of you and your core prickles with the feel of his weight on top of you. your breathing, still irregular and heavy, and his, abundantly erratic, have the chance to settle. in the silence, save for yours and his breathing, you bathe in the afterglow.
makin’ love, in between the sheets. aaron hotchner
slight whisper of a size kink (s10 hotch….. i’m gonna fuck you.) i saw an edit of hotch to donk, then started listening to it and thinking evil thoughts. hotch call me i’m ready. s10 hotch bustin out the shirt... i love you. listen to donk to feel it. MDNI 18+
☆ ☆
you could lose your mind with how full you feel. overbearingly full of him, full of love and lust, full of his cock, and so much else you can't stand putting a name to.
caged and smothered, he's a mind-fucking weight against you, your brain something else he's fucked up and played with. between him and the soft mattress, you’re liquid in his hands, all sweet and whiny in his ears. you sound so sweet crooning for him, rolling your hips up into his thrusts, overwhelmingly alluring in your moves.
your eyes roll back and your body tenses when he hits that spot on a slow drag out, like he wants to make you lose your fucking mind— the smile on his face tells you that's exactly what he seeks to do. dazed and dizzy, your eyes fall to where he’s pressed against you to watch what he does to you, his stomach painted clear with your arousal. he looks good when he’s fucking you, thick and just asking to be drooled over.
above you, he nods at your watching, at your obvious flirting, eyes glinting. he’s teasing, a playful edge to how he makes love to you. the sheets feel like pure silk, and you feel like you're floating in them, suspended in softness as you both intertwine play with pleasure.
nosing at your nose, he bumps against you, silently directing your gaze up to his face, his pretty, pretty face.
a full smile graces his face as he leans down to kiss you, and your hands find the sides of his face when your lips meet. deep and warm, the kiss wastes no time with shy pecks. your brain slips away, to where all you can think is aaron. he’s good inside you, and you taste him, your tongue sliding against his as you rub gently over the swell of his cheek, and you can feel him smiling against your lips under your thumb. beautiful couldn’t even begin to describe how you know he looks.
sloppy and uncalculated, swipes of tongue and spit, it constricts something down between you two, your legs notching up just a bit—unconsciously curling into yourself. he pushes into the curl while you sing into his mouth, following your body down until he's pressed against the backs of your thighs again, and he stays there, grinding as deep as he can reach. "god," is all you can say against his lips, your head spinning with how quickly he figured your moves.
finally, you both gain enough sense to take a second to breathe. bodies rocking, you lay in the sweet sounds of your moans and his groans. your lips ghost against the others and your heavy breaths fan out against your faces. your toes curl at a wholehearted groan from him.
quiet, he tells you, "you're a dream, you know that?" it's murmured devastatingly sexily against your lips. his voice rumbles in his chest like thunder, deep and rolling. you've always loved storms.
“yeah,” you bite down on a smile, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.
his eyes glint. of course you know. your smile escapes you before you kiss him again.
when he fucks against that spot again, "yeah" comes out as a moan, and your head rolls to the side as he pushes in again, crowding onto you and bringing his face into your neck to press kisses against your fevered skin. he hums as you gasp, innocently continuing to kiss at your neck and make you see supernovas collapse in front of your eyes.
he catches your face in the corner of his eye, so his mouth runs. "i love it when we're like this," he confesses. "you're open, and you give me so much. you let me have it all." in the plane of your mind, his words ring loudly and you feel them right where he's inside you now, your chest tingling with it.
"shit," you curse, turning your face toward him. again he follows you, raising so you can see him, and you grab his face in your hands, met with his longing gaze. "aar."
his eyes soften ever more at your call for him. you're blessed to be able to gaze at his divine countenance, to be able to see him and have his features grace your eyes is something long past sacred. soft and dulcet. heaven in the palm of your hands.
all of your ticks and tells are laid bare in his mind, every single one has been logged. that one, that shudder and whine and your furrowed eyebrows speak multitudes. he looks down and back up, then pushes forward like he's been doing this whole time.
you feel the weight of his body shift, see his hand move down in the corner of your eyes. "oh, god," you choke, way past cloud nine. it's amazing to you, still, how he knows without words, maybe cause he's a profiler, or maybe because he pays more attention to you than any other person in the world.
when he touches you, you feel like angelic. it's as if your limbs wrap in white light and you gain a glow, and you’re definitely going to cry. "yes" leaks from you in a squeak with a nod while stars prick at the corner of your vision as two fingers rub pretty over you, releasing pleasure from the center of your being out through your body. hips rolling up into his fingers and feeling like you're going to burst, everything feels so much. he hangs onto your hitches of breath and whines and nods, holds on and keeps fucking and rubbing until you go silent and your eyes fall shut, and he can feel you burst. distantly, you hear him breathe "yeah," when you come, obviously and exceedingly in awe. he feels you pulse around him, shaking, hips still rolling up into his fingers. like a habit, he follows your climax, watching intently for the parts where you can go higher, and lower, and then the end when he brings you to a slow roll and brings his own movements inside you down, too. he's never seen anything prettier.
finally, you breathe, a small out and then a big in as you become aware of your being again. you like this part, when he's moving slowly inside you, and his eyes are shut now because he's close. he can get there like this, soft and smooth with your arms snaking under and around his, pulling him close to you. being held brings him to the edge, being wrapped in love and talked to softly sets him alight. "you're unbelievable," you praise against his ear, your eyes shut closed. "so unreal." his chest rumbles with a groan and he pushes into you a little harder; he's not the only one who knows the other like the back of his hand. a moan catches in his throat as he comes, and releases when you push him over the crest of it with a breathy "yes." coming like this is the utmost pleasure, the fountain of joy and ecstasy that people search millennia for. another hard moan escapes him as his climax crests again, his breath mixing with his moans, beautiful and sweet-toned and pitched to perfection in your ear. through it all, your embrace never loosens, you keep him close to you like you know he needs to come as beautifully as he can.
slowly, it's his turn to find his body again.
he lays on top of you and your core prickles with the feel of his weight on top of you. your breathing, still irregular and heavy, and his, abundantly erratic, have the chance to settle. in the silence, save for yours and his breathing, you bathe in the afterglow.
i think mulder freaks out when he finally gets some pussy… he’s cooped up in the office and on that couch all day. he doesn’t get girls. when he gets you he can’t even believe it. he gives you his all just so you’ll come back for more. dreams about you when you leave. the porn doesn’t do it for him anymore. he prays to god he fucked you good enough for you to come back.
he did. you’ve been dreaming about him too. you can’t get the way he handled you like you were the rarest thing in the world out of your head, the way he almost came when he first slid into you, stuttering and groaning so brokenly, the way he kept making you come until you were on the brink of passing out. the way he cleaned you up like he’d known you for years.
the first time he fucks you feels like he’s been fucking you for years. you two just fit together, and mulder makes it his goal to give you something worth your while. even overwhelmed from finally fucking after being untouched for so long, he makes sure you’re crying and confused on his dick, your thighs sticky with your cum. he wills himself not to cum until you’re begging him to, sobbing that you can’t take anymore. everything he does is for your own pleasure, and you feel it as he intertwines his fingers with yours and pushes as deep as he can, making love to you like he’s got a ring on his finger.
Ik its an older one but your “southern fantasy” story means SOOOOOOOOOOO much to me especially as a black girl straight from Louisiana and a hugeeeee criminal minds fan. Literally got me back into writing for them. I adore you 💛💛💛
ughhhh this is the reason i wrote it!! i don’t write much anymore but i love giving people representation in little niche ways! i’m so glad i could help you start writing again! this message means a lot to me 🥹 im so happy you felt represented, i adore you fellow Black louisiana girl <3
makin’ love, in between the sheets. aaron hotchner
slight whisper of a size kink (s10 hotch….. i’m gonna fuck you.) i saw an edit of hotch to donk, then started listening to it and thinking evil thoughts. hotch call me i’m ready. s10 hotch bustin out the shirt... i love you. listen to donk to feel it. MDNI 18+
☆ ☆
you could lose your mind with how full you feel. overbearingly full of him, full of love and lust, full of his cock, and so much else you can't stand putting a name to.
caged and smothered, he's a mind-fucking weight against you, your brain something else he's fucked up and played with. between him and the soft mattress, you’re liquid in his hands, all sweet and whiny in his ears. you sound so sweet crooning for him, rolling your hips up into his thrusts, overwhelmingly alluring in your moves.
your eyes roll back and your body tenses when he hits that spot on a slow drag out, like he wants to make you lose your fucking mind— the smile on his face tells you that's exactly what he seeks to do. dazed and dizzy, your eyes fall to where he’s pressed against you to watch what he does to you, his stomach painted clear with your arousal. he looks good when he’s fucking you, thick and just asking to be drooled over.
above you, he nods at your watching, at your obvious flirting, eyes glinting. he’s teasing, a playful edge to how he makes love to you. the sheets feel like pure silk, and you feel like you're floating in them, suspended in softness as you both intertwine play with pleasure.
nosing at your nose, he bumps against you, silently directing your gaze up to his face, his pretty, pretty face.
a full smile graces his face as he leans down to kiss you, and your hands find the sides of his face when your lips meet. deep and warm, the kiss wastes no time with shy pecks. your brain slips away, to where all you can think is aaron. he’s good inside you, and you taste him, your tongue sliding against his as you rub gently over the swell of his cheek, and you can feel him smiling against your lips under your thumb. beautiful couldn’t even begin to describe how you know he looks.
sloppy and uncalculated, swipes of tongue and spit, it constricts something down between you two, your legs notching up just a bit—unconsciously curling into yourself. he pushes into the curl while you sing into his mouth, following your body down until he's pressed against the backs of your thighs again, and he stays there, grinding as deep as he can reach. "god," is all you can say against his lips, your head spinning with how quickly he figured your moves.
finally, you both gain enough sense to take a second to breathe. bodies rocking, you lay in the sweet sounds of your moans and his groans. your lips ghost against the others and your heavy breaths fan out against your faces. your toes curl at a wholehearted groan from him.
quiet, he tells you, "you're a dream, you know that?" it's murmured devastatingly sexily against your lips. his voice rumbles in his chest like thunder, deep and rolling. you've always loved storms.
“yeah,” you bite down on a smile, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.
his eyes glint. of course you know. your smile escapes you before you kiss him again.
when he fucks against that spot again, "yeah" comes out as a moan, and your head rolls to the side as he pushes in again, crowding onto you and bringing his face into your neck to press kisses against your fevered skin. he hums as you gasp, innocently continuing to kiss at your neck and make you see supernovas collapse in front of your eyes.
he catches your face in the corner of his eye, so his mouth runs. "i love it when we're like this," he confesses. "you're open, and you give me so much. you let me have it all." in the plane of your mind, his words ring loudly and you feel them right where he's inside you now, your chest tingling with it.
"shit," you curse, turning your face toward him. again he follows you, raising so you can see him, and you grab his face in your hands, met with his longing gaze. "aar."
his eyes soften ever more at your call for him. you're blessed to be able to gaze at his divine countenance, to be able to see him and have his features grace your eyes is something long past sacred. soft and dulcet. heaven in the palm of your hands.
all of your ticks and tells are laid bare in his mind, every single one has been logged. that one, that shudder and whine and your furrowed eyebrows speak multitudes. he looks down and back up, then pushes forward like he's been doing this whole time.
you feel the weight of his body shift, see his hand move down in the corner of your eyes. "oh, god," you choke, way past cloud nine. it's amazing to you, still, how he knows without words, maybe cause he's a profiler, or maybe because he pays more attention to you than any other person in the world.
when he touches you, you feel like angelic. it's as if your limbs wrap in white light and you gain a glow, and you’re definitely going to cry. "yes" leaks from you in a squeak with a nod while stars prick at the corner of your vision as two fingers rub pretty over you, releasing pleasure from the center of your being out through your body. hips rolling up into his fingers and feeling like you're going to burst, everything feels so much. he hangs onto your hitches of breath and whines and nods, holds on and keeps fucking and rubbing until you go silent and your eyes fall shut, and he can feel you burst. distantly, you hear him breathe "yeah," when you come, obviously and exceedingly in awe. he feels you pulse around him, shaking, hips still rolling up into his fingers. like a habit, he follows your climax, watching intently for the parts where you can go higher, and lower, and then the end when he brings you to a slow roll and brings his own movements inside you down, too. he's never seen anything prettier.
finally, you breathe, a small out and then a big in as you become aware of your being again. you like this part, when he's moving slowly inside you, and his eyes are shut now because he's close. he can get there like this, soft and smooth with your arms snaking under and around his, pulling him close to you. being held brings him to the edge, being wrapped in love and talked to softly sets him alight. "you're unbelievable," you praise against his ear, your eyes shut closed. "so unreal." his chest rumbles with a groan and he pushes into you a little harder; he's not the only one who knows the other like the back of his hand. a moan catches in his throat as he comes, and releases when you push him over the crest of it with a breathy "yes." coming like this is the utmost pleasure, the fountain of joy and ecstasy that people search millennia for. another hard moan escapes him as his climax crests again, his breath mixing with his moans, beautiful and sweet-toned and pitched to perfection in your ear. through it all, your embrace never loosens, you keep him close to you like you know he needs to come as beautifully as he can.
slowly, it's his turn to find his body again.
he lays on top of you and your core prickles with the feel of his weight on top of you. your breathing, still irregular and heavy, and his, abundantly erratic, have the chance to settle. in the silence, save for yours and his breathing, you bathe in the afterglow.
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