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Doing the garter toss at hotch’s wedding and he sticks his head under the skirt to grab it with his teeth and discovers you’re not wearing any panties
Hotch would definitely play it off like he didn’t notice but his face would tell it all. When he emerges with the garter, a coy would be set on his face, the rest of his face is crimson.
He stands and reaches a hand down to his spouse to help them up and then swings the garter around before lobbing it backwards to hit Morgan on the side of the head.
Both of you blush laughing as Morgan swings it around like a cowboy and laughs, rubbing his hand up and down Savannah’s arm as she looks at the both of you with love in her eyes.
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Hotch leans down to whisper into your ear, smiles as he says. “I’m surprised that you aren’t wearing any panties under there. I’m so excited to spend our honeymoon ruining you.”
As they are enveloped by their friends and family, you can’t help but think of all the things you two would do that night. And it filled you with excitement.
wedding with you and hotch - he'd be so nervous - but excited nervous and so ready to spend his life with you and get in front of all of your friends and family and commit to you
The ceremony is all family, closest friends, bridesmaids, groomsmen, maid of honour, best man and the little ones for the flower girls and ring bearer. All included in a beautiful show of the union of the two individuals that will be spending their lives together.
Hotch would stand there at the arch waiting for you to come down that aisle. In his mind, the thoughts of marriage were—well, he had a complicated relationship with marriage. His mind filled with visions of you and what you would look like coming through the doors of the room you were waiting in to walk down to the arch.
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The music would start to play softly. Everyone turns to watch the doors open. They all smile as they watch you start to walk slowly. Your arm is linked in Rossi’s as he wanted to be the one giving you away. He put his hand on your arm to steady you if you started to sway.
Hotch’s eyes would start to tear up as you meet his gaze. The music hitting its peak as you take your time coming down to take his hand. His heart would swell with joy. You were the person he was going to share his life with. He would try to subltly wipe his tears away and Morgan would pat him softly on the back. You would tear up at the sight.
As he said his vows, he would get nervous and reach for your hand which you’d take. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a public speaker but it was a vulnerable moment and he wasn’t used to sharing that part of him with everyone. The team was one thing.
When you said your i do’s, the reality would hit him. He was finally marrying his person. The one. He knew that life wouldn’t be so grey anymore with you in it. 🤍
more hotch wedding thoughts
he'd be so sweet about wedding planning and let you handle things so you can get your dream wedding but without being disinterested - he'd do all he could leading up to it to make the wedding perfect!
he'd be just as invested as you and so would jack! you guys could have him be the ring bearer or even the best man and he'd be so happy that because you make his dad happy
Hotch and Jack would be the supportive cast in the planning. They know you would be stressed about all the small minut details so they would help how they could. By trying to minimise the amount of stress around the house.
You would be starting to feel a little worried about all the planning you have to do and at night when you can’t sleep, Hotch would hold you and tell you that everything was going to be ok, that he and jack would be there to do anything they could to help out.
The both of you cooked a fair amount but Hotch would cook more around that the time of the planning. Being very aware of the your stress levels, he would make sure things were always tidy so that it was one less thing to think about.
Picking out the flavour and decorations was Hotch’s favorite thing out of all the planning. The man wouldn’t admit to loving sweets as much as his son but he loved to taste all the types and combinations of cakes they come up with. Ultimately, you both decided on a vanilla and strawberry marbled cake with strawberry cream cheese frosting.
They would ask to bring a sample of the cake for jack to try when they got home. When Hotch hands it to him, he would be a little bummed out he didn’t get to go with them but he would be happy that this was the cake they chose when he tasted it.
Jack would be a bit worried at first when they first talked about getting married because of his mother, Haley and how it turned out with their divorce before she passed. But the way that you care so deeply for both of them and was there for them through that time and still years later, he knew that you would be a good addition to their little family.
Hotch asking him to be the ring bearer would be a short conversation and Jack would be happy to be able to do it once again. The two of them would go and get him a new outfit as his would be a little too small and from then on, Jack wouldn’t be able to stop talking about it.
Update!
I’m still writing the fics! I plan to post three this week! Sorry for the delay everyone!
Thicker than Water
Pairing: Dracula x Female!Reader
Warning: Mentions of Blood, Blood Sucking, Blood Drinking, Vampire Blood Bond, Vampire Fetish
Rating: 18+, first meeting, placed in EP3
Word Count: 1013
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As you passed the bar, you couldn’t help but feel as though every person had their eyes on you. Secretly, you hoped they would approach you but after going to clubs recently, it wasn’t the norm. Only being open after the sun was long gone, the moon prominently shining as people were everywhere. Some innocently standing by the wall, taking in everything the same as yourself. The others knew exactly what they came for their eyes following every motion and flicker of movement, waiting to sink their claws into their prey. Smiling to yourself, your eyes skirted the rest of the space, couches and tea tables were placed for comfort in the corners. Leaving the middle for a space to get lost in the miasma, the fragrance of vanilla pulsing around Walking towards the middle, you started to sway gently before you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. Turning your head, your eyes locked onto hazel irises as you stared at one another. Time seemed to stand still, his eyes never wavering from yours until his eyes darted to your neck. Breathing in deeply, you smiled, looking at his lips as you spoke.
“H-hi! Sorry I didn’t catch your name..” You gestured to him, your fingers waving in front of you as you trailed off.
“I’m—Dracula.” The man spoke, not once looking at your face as the words left his mouth. When he looked back up to your eyes, he couldn’t help but sniff the air, the sweet aroma wafting from your neck made you irresistible. Your warm blood pulsing through your veins was making it hard to come up with conversation to keep both of you talking, his eyes never drifting away from your eyes or neck for too long. Your eyes widened as the name made you curious. ‘Could he be..what I have yearned for?’
At the same time, you couldn’t help but lean closer. His warm breath heated your cheeks as a unique spice wafted close to your nose, invading your senses. The very essence of him had your heart pounding. Wanting desperately to know the reason why your body couldn’t seem to resist the incessant pull towards him. His beautiful hazel eyes turned dark, like a glass of the sweetest red wine as his hands reached up to your neck.
“It was strange, seeing you walk in. A drop of sun in the dark of the moon’s shadow.” His voice purred out as he looked at your face, admiring your features. His fingers touching your smooth skin as the pads of his fingers traced your pulse point. ‘He’s a vampire, a handsome one at that. Oh now I’m excited.’ You couldn’t move, paralyzed by the hold of this stranger’s effect on you. His nails scraped against the junct of your neck and collarbone and a bead of crimson sprung forth. His tongue darted from his lip and you mentally cursed yourself for finding it incredibly desirable. His finger snatched it up, gently rubbing the warm liquid in a pattern to your pulse point. Moving his hand to his own neck, he pressed the same pattern to his own skin, not a second more your body lurched forward.
Your hands reach up to touch his skin as your hips gently mingle, your fingers intertwined in his dark hair. His eyes leave your as his head dips down to your neck, his tongue slowly dragging against your pulse point. A whimper flies from your lips as you stand at the mercy of his tongue and his lips, so close to your sensitive skin. Your fingers gripped the material of his shirt, the union of his lips and tongue on your neck made it hard to remember to breathe. His hands were at his sides but your whimper brought the man’s arms to action, his fingers gently tracing over your arms landing on your hips. Swirling the tip of his tongue on the place he planned to sink his sharp teeth, he groaned very softly into your flesh, your sweet balm much stronger now that you were bonded together. A union of fervent passion and smoky desire that neither of you could now escape, not that he would want to.
“I won’t lie to you, this will hurt a bit.” In one fluid motion, he sunk his teeth into your skin. A strangled yelp flew from your lips as the sharp pain burned your skin, his warm lips and fingers the only thing grounding you. The club seemed so far away, the only thing you were thinking about was Dracula, his face nuzzled into your neck, drinking your sweet crimson life source. You assumed it was his fingers delicately placing his mark on you but you wanted to be devoured by him, his only solace and the only one that he could ever drink from. Forever his. His hips ground gently against yours as he continued to drink from you, a breathy moan coming from his throat, delighting in the taste of you. He had been alive for many years but you were something special.