#thomas gibson

[hoe4hotchner]

maybe some aaron angst with an s/o that's insecure about her discomfort with physical intimacy

Fault Lines | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader | WC: 0.9k | CW: angst, hurt/comfort?ish, insecurity, self-doubt, and discomfort with physical intimacy, spiralling, feelings of inadequacy.

The apartment was dimly lit, the glow from the floor lamp casting shadows across the walls.

You sat on the couch, knees pulled to your chest beneath a throw blanket that felt more like armor than comfort. The air felt heavier than usual, pressing down on your chest, making it harder and harder to breathe.

It had been such a small thing. Aaron had reached for your hand, his fingers brushing against yours as you sat beside him. But that simple act had sent you spiraling.

Did he want more? Did he expect more? The thought clawed at your mind, sending panic flaring through your veins. You could feel the pressure building, your chest tightening as your thoughts spiraled deeper.

He’s been so patient. Too patient. What if he’s tired of waiting? What if this was his way of testing the waters, trying to see if you were ready to give him more? You weren’t sure you could. No, you knew you couldn’t.

The weight of your inadequacy crashed over you like a wave, pulling you under. He deserved better. He deserved someone who didn't freeze every time he reached out. Someone who wasn't too broken to love him the way he deserved. He deserved more.

The couch felt impossibly small, the walls too close, and most of all — he was too close. The thought of his disappointment—of failing him—was like a knife to your chest.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been silent until Aaron’s voice broke through your haze.

“You’ve been quiet,” he said gently glancing up from the newspaper in his hands, his tone was laced with concern but somehow it sounded like an accusation in your ears.

You blinked, his words pulling you out of the swirling storm in your head, though the remnants of it still clung to you. Your gaze darted to him, and you immediately regretted it. He looked worried. Of course, he did. Aaron wasn’t the type to miss things like this. He was a profiler after all.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your voice so small it barely carried through the space between you. You turned your eyes away, casting them to the ground, unable to face the kindness you knew was there. “I don’t mean to be like this.”

“Like what?” he asked softly, the question gentle but you knew he was trying to coax the answer out of you.

“Like… broken.” The word made bile rise in your throat, bitter and toxic. “You’re so patient with me, and I—I can’t even—” Your voice broke, your insecurity pressing down harder. You squeezed your eyes shut, a tear slipping free despite your best efforts. “It’s not fair to you.”

Aaron didn’t respond right away, and the silence stretched just long enough for the panic to start creeping back in.

He’s going to agree. He’s going to realize I’m right, and he’s going to leave—

“You’re not broken,” he said firmly, cutting through the noise in your head. His voice was steady, grounding even, and you could feel his eyes on you even though you couldn’t bring yourself to meet them.

“You don’t understand,” you whispered, your words trembling. “It’s not just that I can’t—I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. And you shouldn’t have to wait for me to figure that out. You deserve someone who can—who will—” Your breath hitched, and you buried your face in your hands. “Someone better.”

Aaron shifted slightly, his movements careful, trying his best not to touch you. He didn’t reach for your hand like earlier, and he didn’t close the distance. He just stayed where he was, despite wanting to pull you into his embrace, to push your head into the crook of his neck as he cooed sweet nothings into your ear.

“I don’t love you because of what you think you should be able to give me,” he said, his voice low and even. “I love you because of who you are.”

The words hit you like a blow, stealing the air from your lungs. You shook your head, the shame and doubt too deeply rooted to let go so easily.

“But what if that’s not enough?” you whispered, becoming even quieter.

“It is,” he said simply, as if it were the most undeniable truth in the world. It was to him. “You are enough. And if you need time, or space, or anything else to feel comfortable, I will give you that. This isn’t something we need to fix—it’s something we navigate together.”

Tears blurred your vision as his words settled over you like a warm blanket. You wanted to believe him. God, you wanted to. But the voice in your head was louder, sharper, telling you that you weren’t worth this.

“I’m scared,” you admitted, the words spilling out before you could stop them.

“I know,” Aaron said softly, his tone almost breaking. “And it’s okay to be scared. But you’re not doing this alone. I’m here, no matter how long it takes. No matter what you feel comfortable with or not, I will be here.”

You finally looked at him, your eyes searching his for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But there was none—just the intensity of his love and adoration for you, unshaken by your fears.

It didn’t erase the ache in your chest or the weight of your insecurities. But it made them feel a little less suffocating.

Aaron didn’t push for more. He stayed exactly where he was, steady and patient, waiting for you to come to him when you were ready.

And for now, that was enough.

[emilys-house]

Aaron Hotchner in every episode of Criminal Minds:

Season 2, Episode 1, ‘The Fisher King: Part 2’

Masterlist ✰

[rhineztonepearlz]

IM BOTH SCREAMING AND CREAMING AHHHH

Something with your coffee

In which Aaron gives you a treat with your morning coffee.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader Genre: smut (18+) Content warnings: established relationship, bratty reader, sensual blowjob to mouthfucking, masturbation (fem!receiving) Word count: 1,4k A/n: don’t let the cute header fool you, it’s pure smut

The sun warmed the bare skin of your legs through the window as you put the coffee machine on. The deep aroma of the beans filled the kitchen. You loved days like these: waking up on a lazy Sunday without the use of an alarm, turning around in the sheets to see the peaceful look on your partner Aaron’s face as he’s still fast asleep, and softly tiptoeing your way to the kitchen to set a nice cup of coffee for the both of you.

Too enthralled in the sounds of chirping birds, you didn’t notice that Aaron had made his way over to you. He came fresh out of the shower, his face cleanly shaven, a towel wrapped low on his waist, and his hair still damp. His arms enveloped you in a hug from behind, his face in the crook of your neck as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. The smell of him intoxicating.

“Good morning,” his voice rasped.

You hummed in satisfaction, “Good morning.”

You turned around, back leaning against the kitchen counter as you took in the sight of him. With your hand reaching out, you let your fingertips slide over his broad chest. He gazed down at the act, savoring the feel of your skin against his.

“Made coffee for me too?”

You nodded, “Of course.” Your free hand reached out to caress his bicep, while your other hand continued its path down his stomach.

“You know what goes well with coffee?”

He looked you in the eyes, allowing you to continue.

“Cock,” you answered as you palmed his length through the towel.

He chuckled, shaking his head, making you grin widely at him.

“Is that so?” he smiled in amusement.

You bit your lip and nodded, feeling him stiffen under your touch. With a swift motion of your hand, you undid the knot on his towel, exposing him. The dark hairs on his pelvis were tidily trimmed, and his cock, although half-hard, looked mouthwatering to you.

You folded the towel in half, letting it fall to the ground before you lowered yourself to your knees. You licked your lips at the proximity, moving your hands gently up and down his thighs. When you looked up to meet his gaze, you noticed the dark glint of desire in his eyes as he expectantly looked down at you.

Not wanting to keep him waiting, you took his length in your hand, slowly pumping it as you leaned in to press a kiss to his balls.

The contact made him shiver, his dick twitching in your hand. A breathless moan escaped your lips, and you licked a bold stripe up the skin. You hummed at the taste, repeating your action and ending it by wrapping your lips around the sensitive skin, tenderly sucking on it.

You continued letting your mouth play with his balls. Your thumb swiped over the head of his cock, the precum that coated your finger signaling you that he was ready for more. With a sensual confidence, you licked him from his balls to the midline of his shaft. Aaron moaned a perfect oh, making your stomach tingle in excitement at the sound.

You resumed where you left off, maintaining eye contact as your tongue moved up until it reached the slit of the head.

“Oh, honey,” he groaned, both of his hands stretching out to hold the back of your head.

You wrapped one hand around his shaft and placed the other on his thigh for leverage as you took the tip in your mouth.

Your cheeks hollowed, sucking on the slick tip. The way Aaron bit his lip encouraged you, flattening your tongue as you took more of him in. At a slow, deliberate pace, you bobbed your head.

Aaron wasn’t much of a moaner, compelling you to work hard to prove yourself deserving of the sounds he made. So, when you sloppily swirled your tongue around him, and a deep groan escaped from his chest, you felt a wave of pride wash over you.

With a sharp breath, you took him out of your mouth. “I can never get enough of you filling my mouth,” you giggled.

His hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warmth. “Then why don’t you get back to work?”

His demanding words were a sharp contrast to his soft touch, and you felt yourself getting wet. You squeezed your thighs together, searching for some friction as you sunk your mouth back onto him.

The weight of his length felt heavy against your tongue, reminding you of how good he feels when he’s deep inside of you. You squeezed his thigh as you took more of him in, flicking your hand around his shaft in quicker motions, mirroring the movements with your mouth.

“Such a good fucking mouth,” Aaron growled. His head was thrown back in pleasure, and he pressed his hips forward, pushing his cock further down your throat.

You nuzzled your head, swallowing him until your chin rubbed against his balls. You held the stance for a couple of seconds, making the most out of the moment by humming and licking his cock, then pulling away in a breathless gasp.

Aaron observed you with a lustful eye. Your lips were darkened and wet with saliva, and your nipples stood hard. Aaron caressed your hair, fingers soothingly sliding over it.

“Who would’ve thought you were such a dirty girl?” He hummed in wonder.

You made a small sound in response, pressing a wet kiss to the side of his length. “I’m only like this around you.”

“Good,” he hummed.

Rhythmically, you started jerking his length. You left small licks and kisses on the reddened tip, occasionally dipping your tongue into the slit.

“I’m going to come if you keep up like that,” he grunted, rolling his hips against your hand. “Where do you want it?”

“Maybe in my coffee. I could use a creamer,” you playfully teased.

“You’re so naughty,” he tsked.

You lifted your shoulders in a shrug. “I think I’m pretty nice.” You squeezed his cock in your palm, swirling your tongue around his tip. “Letting you fuck my mouth and all,” you add to your argument.

He let out a deep chuckle, the sound vibrating directly to your core. “I haven’t fucked your mouth,” he repeated. “All you’ve been doing is teasing me.”

You removed your lips from his tip with a pop. “Then why don’t you do something about it?” you blatantly state as you wrap your lips back around him.

He muttered a fuck. His grip on your head tightened, and he didn’t care about taking it slow as he thrust his hips into you. You relaxed your jaw, letting him hit the back of your throat repeatedly, swallowing around him.

Aaron did all the work for you, holding you in place as he fucked your mouth. It gave you the chance to reach down, your finger making contact with your clit. You moaned around his length in pleasure, trying to keep up with his pace as you rubbed your bud.

“That’s it, honey. Come with me.”

Your eyes watered, and Aaron pulled back. Your hand fastened its movements on your clit, and you used your other hand to jerk him off. Your tongue was stuck out, resting beneath his throbbing tip, ready for him.

His moans pushed you further to the edge. And with a cry you let go, your orgasm rippling through you. Your release ignited his, and with a deep groan, he came, thick spurts coating your tongue.

You made sure to swallow. Carefully licking him clean as his hips continued jolting in aftershocks.

With a lazy smile, Aaron looked down at you. He held you by your arms, gently lifting you up before pulling you into a warm embrace.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your head.

He held you steady against him as he reached out to grab a cup of coffee from the machine. He brought the cup to his mouth, taking a sip.

“The coffee’s cold. How about a round two?”

[rhineztonepearlz]

Test answers

Professor! Aaron Hotchner x Student! F Reader SMUT

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20, Aaron is 35), choking, spanking, over the desk, hand over mouth, professor x student, p in v, teasing, edging, seducing, NO Y/N, pet name: darling, baby, mentions of past intercourse (when reader was of age, dont mind 'intercourse' i didnt know what to say dafuq), cunnilingus, blowjob, hand job (sort of?)

Reader has been out partying all night, instead of studying for her test. She gets an F on her test, so she decides to go talk to her hot professor about it. She had done it in the past, and he gave in. But this time, he won't do it without putting up a fight.

The bell rang, and the students pack up. All except for me. I wait until everyone is out of the classroom before I grab my test, and I walk over to his desk. He looks up at me, his usual stoic expression still on his face. I hand him my paper. "What's this?" I ask him.

"Your test." He answers coldly. I scoff, putting my hands on my hips and sitting on my left butt. "It says I got an F! Why is that?" He gives me a 'are you serious' look, and answers. "Because you got 3 out of 20 questions right. Next time maybe study, and then you'll actually pass."

"I did study! C'mon, just pass me. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Just like last year." I say, leaning in close to him over the desk. He clears his throat, keeping his stoic expression plastered on his face. "Last year was a mistake. I shouldn't have passed you just because of what we did. I was fresh out of a divorce, and I was pent up and lonely."

I frown, but I'm not ready to give up just yet. I smirk, walking behind the desk, unbuttoning the top of my shirt, showing off my cleavage. "Oh come on, don't be like that. Please? I promise I won't tell anyone."

"That's what you said last year. Yes, you didn't tell anyone, but I also said that it would never happen again. So it's never happening again. Like I said, it was a mistake. It was unprofessional of me. I could've lost my job." He says coldly once again.

"I could've lost my scholarship. Which is why I made sure nobody knew. And I'll make sure of that again, if you just let me. Remember how my lips felt on you?" I say, slowly unbuttoning the rest of my top.

He takes a sharp breath, and he sighs. "Yes- God yes I remember. And button your top back up. Anyone could walk past and see!"

"I'm facing away from the door! Nobody will see! Come onnn. Don't be such a party pooper. Remember how I felt on you? Remember when you had my nipples in your mouth? Mmm. Pretty please?" I say, feigning innocence. I grab his hand and put it on my right breast.

"I do remember, I remember everything. God. Go lock the door. Now." He says in his hot voice. I smile and I go over to the door, locking it and closing the blinds. I walk closer to him, unbuttoning my shirt fully and taking it off. He runs his hands up and down my waist and his, kissing my collarbone. I laugh softly, running my hands through his hair. I look at him and kiss him, and he returns it.

He starts to undo his belt, taking it off. I unzip and unbutton his pants, reaching my hand into his boxers. My hand finds his already hard cock. I smirk and take it out of his pants, stroking it once or twice. He groans and sits down in his chair and I kneel in front of him. I kiss the tip, before licking it. He groans again, gripping the arms of the chair tightly until his knuckles turn white. I spit of it before stroking it again, and a bead of precum spills out. I laugh and lick it off, before taking his cock in my mouth. I stroke the inches that i can't fit in my mouth. I bob my head up and down it, and he lets out low moans, his hand making its way to my hair. He balls his fist, tangling his fingers in my hair, guiding me up and down his shaft. I moan on it, the vibrations making him shiver. He holds me there for a second, cumming in my mouth.

He holds his moan back, and pulls my head away. I laugh up at him, feigning innocence in my eyes. His eyes soften for a second before he pulls me up, pushing the paperwork off of his desk, causing them to fall on the floor. He makes my sit on the desk, spreading my legs wide with his hands. He peels my underwear off, and runs his finger over my slit. I moan, and he smirks. "So wet, huh, darling?" I moan once again at his pet name.

He rubs my clit, and i buck my hips. He takes his free hand, and holds me down by my stomach. He puts his face between my thighs, and licks at my clit as if he hadn't eaten in days. I cover my mouth, moaning. He pushes his tongue into me, eating me out. I throw my head back, moaning. His thumb rubs my clit, adding to my pleasure. He moves his thumb, moving his tongue to my clit and flicking it. I gaspo and arch my back, and I cum. He places his tongue under my entrance, eating the cum. I moan at the sight, and he flips me over.

He bends my over the desk and slaps my ass, making me yelp, but he quickly covers my mouth. "Don't be so loud, darling. You don't want anyone to hear, right?" He whispers in my ear. I shake my head, shivering. He smirks and places the tip of his thick cock at my entrance. "Ready, baby?" I quickly nod, and he plunges his girth into me. My eyes widen, and i arch my back, grabbing the edge of the desk.

He waits a few seconds to let me adjust, and then he starts pounding into me. I moan through his hand, not caring about if someone hears. He smacks my ass, before grabbing my neck. "Didn't I just tell you to be quiet? Huh? Answer me!" He says, slapping my ass a couple of times, pounding into me still.

"Y... Yes! Y- did! 'M sorry!" He smiles and slows down, taking his hand off my throat. He rubs the hand prints on my ass, soothing the sting. He goes slow, but still rough. I moan every time he thrusts into me. He reaches his hand under me, rubbing my clip as he picks up the pace. I choke back a moan, biting my lip. He presses kisses to my shoulder blade, whispering in my ear. "You take it so well, baby. you feel so good. Do I feel good, hm? This big cock thrusting into your tight pussy?"

I nod, and he smacks my ass, not as hard, but enough for it to sting. "Words, sweetheart." I moan, and I nod, answering. "Yeah! S... So good! Mmh!"

He takes another deep thrust, before I cum, squeezing him. He pulls out, cumming on my clit. We both moan in sync, before he helps me clean up, putting his belt and dressing himself back up. I dress myself up and well, fixing myself.

He opens a locked drawer, and gives me a sheet of paper. "Here, this has all of the answers. Make sure to get two or three answers wrong so its not so obvious. Return it to me by tomorrow so that I could put your grade in."

[ssaprincess]

what organs would i have to sell to see this version of hotchniss together

[mrsfoyet]

And the shirt is just getting tighter for each season especially in the last ones 🤭 season 11 Hotch is my favourite 😌

THIS hotch, is my kryptonite

[leavemurph]

come back home tg

[criminalmindsscreencaps]

Aaron Hotchner in every episode:

01x01 Extreme Aggressor

[vondieb]

This version of the BAU has been my favorite in the seasons I've seen. I am on season 8 so we have Alex and I LOVE HER, shes amazingggg but something I would love to see is Emily and Elle together in a season. Idk if they get an episode together but I think not. (Also, Penelope with her red hair MOTHERRRRRR UGH SHE SERVED😽😽)

Also, feel free to share what season/version of the team was y'alls favorite 😋😋😋

[ssamorganhotchner]

The belt in the bottom photo by his feet is sending me into a tailspin 😀🦋🦋🦋

thomas gibson + mirror selfies 🤳

[reidfilmss]

hiiii guys js a little smth ive been so busy

i love you all !!!

[emilys-house]

Aaron Hotchner in every episode of Criminal Minds:

Season 2, Episode 2, ‘P911’

Masterlist ✰

[hoe4hotchner]

Bringing this back in circulation, cause I'm seeing Slimane on Wednesday

Après toi | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!Reader CW: You're dead in this one, grief, loss, depression. WC: 1.3k

This is for all the people who complain about there being too much smut in general. I hope y'all cry so hard that you have to lay in bed for 5 days contemplating life.

I'm crying -> I strongly recommend listening to the song while reading.

           Aaron Hotchner sat alone in his office, staring blankly at the stack of case files on his desk. The once-familiar sight now felt foreign, almost meaningless. He had been through countless cases, seen the worst of humanity, but nothing had ever prepared him for this. For the unbearable, all-encompassing emptiness that consumed him now.

           It had been months since you died, and still, the world around him carried on like nothing had changed. But for Aaron, everything had changed. The moment you were taken from him, the light in his life went out. The days blurred together, each one a repetition of the last, filled with work that he barely had the energy to do and memories that haunted him every second.

           Before he met you, Aaron had thought he was fine. He was strong, he was focused, and he had his son, Jack. He didn’t need anything else. Or so he thought. He had been lonely for a long time, but he buried that feeling deep, keeping himself busy with work and his responsibilities as a father. He didn’t allow himself to think about the empty spaces in his life - spaces he wasn’t even fully aware of.

           Then you had come into his life. You, with your bright smile and warm presence, had filled every empty space he hadn’t known existed. You were his soul mate, the one person who made everything make sense. When you were there, the world seemed softer, kinder. Aaron could finally breathe in a way he hadn’t been able to in years. It felt like you were the missing piece he hadn’t known he needed, the one who made him feel complete.

           Those moments with you were the best of his life. The small, everyday things - watching a movie together, cooking dinner, the way you laughed at his dry jokes - they meant everything to him. He remembered how you would reach out and touch his arm when he was lost in thought, grounding him without a word. You just knew him, in a way no one else ever had. You made him feel like it was okay to be vulnerable, to let his guard down, if only for a little while.

           He thought about those memories constantly now, clinging to them as if they were the only things keeping him afloat. Because in a way, they were. Without you, he didn’t know how to exist anymore. The love you had shared had become the foundation of his life, and now that you were gone, that foundation had crumbled, leaving him adrift in a sea of grief.

           He closed his eyes and could see you so clearly, as if you were still there with him. Your smile, the sound of your voice, the way you used to look at him like he was the most important person in the world. But no matter how hard he tried to hold onto those memories, they always slipped through his fingers, leaving him with nothing but the crushing realization that you were never coming back.

           The day you died had been like any other. Just another case, another day at work. But the explosion came without warning, tearing through everything. And just like that, you were gone. Aaron had been right there, so close, but he couldn’t save you. He hadn’t been fast enough. The guilt was unbearable, a weight he carried with him every second of every day. It gnawed at him, making him question everything. If he had done something differently, maybe you’d still be here.

           He replayed that day in his head over and over, torturing himself with the "what ifs." What if he had seen the danger sooner? What if he had told you to stay back? What if he had just been a little faster? The questions never stopped, and the answers never came. All he was left with was the raw, gnawing pain of your absence.

           It was worse at night. When the world was quiet and there was nothing to distract him, that’s when the grief hit hardest. He would lie awake for hours, staring at the empty side of the bed where you used to sleep. The silence was deafening. He’d give anything to hear your voice again, to feel your warmth beside him. But all that remained was the cold, hollow space where you used to be.

           Aaron found himself sinking deeper into the darkness. The weight of your loss was too much to bear, and he didn’t know how to carry it. He had tried to move forward, for Jack’s sake, but every step felt like he was walking through quicksand. He was drowning, and there was no one there to save him.

           His colleagues had noticed the change in him. They could see the shadows under his eyes, the way he had pulled back from everyone. But no matter how much they tried to help, no matter how many times they offered their support, he couldn’t let them in. He couldn’t burden them with his grief. This was his to bear, and his alone.

           The team had been through so much together, but this was different. This was personal, and no one could truly understand the depth of what he had lost. And despite their loss too, you weren’t just a colleague, you were his other half. Without you, he felt like half of himself had been ripped away, leaving him raw and bleeding. He had never felt this kind of pain before, and he didn’t know how to live with it.

           Sometimes, he would catch himself talking to you, even though he knew you weren’t there. He’d tell you about his day, about Jack, about the team. It was a way of keeping you close, of pretending for just a moment that you were still with him. But the silence that followed was always a brutal reminder that you were gone, and that nothing could bring you back.

           Aaron thought about the time before he met you, and how he had managed to survive without you then. But now, after knowing what it was like to have you in his life, he didn’t know how to go on without you. He was lost, and he didn’t know if he would ever find his way back.

           His life had become a blur of numbness and routine, each day a copy of the one before. The only thing that broke the monotony was the overwhelming waves of grief that would crash over him without warning, leaving him gasping for breath. He had lost count of how many times he had broken down in his office, tears streaming down his face as he clutched the photo of you he kept on his desk.

           The pain was relentless, a constant ache in his chest that never went away. It was as if a piece of him had been ripped out, leaving a gaping wound that would never heal. He had loved you with everything he had, and now that love was all that was left, a burning reminder of what he had lost.

           He thought about the song you used to play on lazy Sunday mornings. It had been your song, a beautiful melody that spoke of love and devotion. Now, the lyrics felt like a cruel reminder of the life you had built together, a life that had been torn away in an instant.

           Before you, he had been fine. After you, he was nothing.

           Aaron wiped at his eyes, feeling the familiar sting of tears. He missed you more than words could ever express, and the thought of living the rest of his life without you was unbearable. But as much as he wanted to give up, he couldn’t. Not for Jack. He had to keep going, even if it felt impossible.

           But in the quiet moments, when the weight of the world pressed down on him, Aaron allowed himself to mourn. To remember you, to grieve for what could have been, and to ache for the love he had lost.

           And in those moments, he was nothing more than a man who had loved deeply, and lost everything.

[reidalert]

spencer is for the girlies who want a cutesy nerdy boy who will beg for you

& hotch is for the girlies who want a cold yet caring man who will make you beg for him

[shay-j-scribbles]

Inside Out 2 if it was filmed inside my head

[ssaprincess]

— emily prentiss & aaron hotchner

before / during / & after