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I promise I’m getting to this!! I’ve just had a bad few days! So writing hasn’t been my priority, I’m going to try to get started tonight on some Sub!Spencer <33

Hello my lovely friends! Guess who’s writing tonight? It’s meeeeee!! Please send some requests to my ask box!

Requests must be:

- For Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds

- For Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes (MCU)

- Smut!!! I write most kinks, even the ones you’re scared of >:)

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hey hi, I'm so glad you reopened requests! I wanted to ask you for a story where the main character loves to hear Spencer talking about all his strange things, she never interrupts him and when someone from the team does, she says to keep going talk and she listens to him. She loves him so much that she has a notebook behind her where she writes down the facts that are interesting for her. One day Spencer takes it, leaves through it and notices that in addition to his facts there are also sexual descriptions or comments.

thank you so much

Hi sweetheart!!

I actually have a fic that’s very similar to that description! Which you can find here <3

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Hello my lovely friends! Guess who’s writing tonight? It’s meeeeee!! Please send some requests to my ask box!

Requests must be:

- For Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds

- For Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes (MCU)

- Smut!!! I write most kinks, even the ones you’re scared of >:)

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My ass belongs to him.

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hi! your masterlist link is not working :(

Hi! Yes I know, I changed my username not so long ago so it all went bleugh. I’m going to fix it soon I swear, I just haven’t had the time. In the meantime my ao3 is the same as my username here if you want to read any of my works that are in that master list!

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hotch waiting until the absolute last moment to tell someone that something is wrong while also being super casual about it.

hotch: *shakily sits down into one of the SUVs*

emily: you good?

hotch: *revealing a heavily bleeding bullet wound* yea i just dont wanna hit my head when i pass out

emily: omg how long have you had that??!

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hotch: * in the calmest voice not even looking away from the road* you have to pull over i’m going to throw up

morgan: *trying not to crash the car* what!!?

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penelope: hey hotch do you want another jelly?

hotch: no thanks garcia i’m actually allergic to strawberry

penelope: omg!! why didn’t you just not take it??

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rossi: how’s everything with you aaron?

hotch: great, i’ve gotten a bunch of paper work done, jess is coming over for dinner, im having a panic attack, ive been thinking about buying some new shoes

rossi: wait what did you say?

hotch: i’ve been thinking about buying new shoes?

rossi: no before that?

hotch: i’m having a panic attack?

rossi: omg aaron can’t you ask for help like a regular person??

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i love him <33333333

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Desperately needed to have this on my blog

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You caught him red handed last week. His hand turned into a fist and wrapped tightly around his cock, jerking over his length. His tip a shade of pink that somehow looked angry, needy, begging for more stimulation. You cleared your throat, standing in the corner of doorway; smirking down as the submissive man whose cock had decided that the exhibitionism of this situation was much too much to handle before he erupted. White ropes of cum spurting out of his tip, covering his soft belly with his arousal. You smirked at Spencer, evil intention in your pupils meeting with his flushed rosy creams and embarrassment.

“Oh Reid.” You mewl, a voice soft like silk and as sweet as cocoa on a snow day. He couldn’t handle the humiliation, scrambling to wipe his cum off of his skin, tossing a random shirt on over himself to his the evidence. Spencer dips his head into his hands, he knows he should never touch himself without your permission, let alone orgasm.

The following week, the scenery is slightly different. Your hand is pumping up and down his cock, in just the same furious, aggressive and animalistic fashion. The head of his cock just leaking with salty fluid, coating your hand as you jerk him. This time he was words on his tongue other than whimpers and sweet nothings to help himself get closer. “Please.. let me cum…” Reid cries, his face painted with an expression of desperation and annoyance. He thrusts his hips upwards, his dick fucking your fist until your hand fiddles with the rubber around the base of his cock. Teasing and trailing your fingers over on top of the cock ring, you giggled, happy with the punishment you had expertly given him. You nodded in response, but did no more to help him other than your continuous jerking. If he wanted to cum so badly, he could cum with the cock ring on, right?

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Fine line

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Morgan, Reid

Anonymous said: Morgan finds out that Gideon used to tickle Reid and Reid misses it so he makes it his mission to tickle him whenever he can?

A/N: Changed it up a lil. Hope you like it!

Words: 1.8k

The things he saw of Reid and Gideon’s relationship Morgan only caught glances of. A familiarity that could be felt through their shared looks and the way Reid would turn toward him when he felt uncertain. Once, just once, had Morgan seen them smile at each other at the same time.

He only saw it once too, and at the time he thought he’d made it up. Rainy. Hot coffee all over his shirt after slipping on leaves just outside of work. His mood so bad even Elle didn’t mess with him that morning upon catching sight of him exiting the elevator. He spent the time he usually spent chatting up his team by pulling paper towel after paper towel out of the dispenser, trying desperately to soak the remaining coffee stain out of his clothes. He would be late. Hotch wasn’t gonna kill him, but he was gonna be annoyed.

“Dammit,” he groaned, throwing the last of the towels in the trash and making his way toward the conference room. Another complaint was just about to leave his lips when he saw them, a glimpse just visible in the slit of the open door. Whatever he’d been about to say died at the tip of his tongue. Horrified, at first, at what he thought they were doing, only it didn’t fully seem real. The way Gideon’s hands moved over Reid’s body didn’t seem sensual at all.

Tickling him, he thought and then immediately questioned it. Had Reid really been curling in on himself just then as Gideon skittered his fingers over his sides? Because only seconds later, as Hotch passed him and entered the room, both of them were perfectly collected.

Reid made a face when he saw him. “What happened to you?” Not a single trace of laughter in his voice, although Morgan was certain - was he? - he’d been giggling.

He shook his head. “I spilled my coffee and have frankly had a terrible morning.”

“Not as bad as Mr Anderson and his family,” Gideon said, maybe too casually, and Morgan forgot all about him possibly tickling their youngest member as he caught the blood on the photographs spread across the table.

He brought it up years later, the two of them sharing a hotel room in a little town in rural Montana. Neither of them were drinking, but the intensity of the case had made them delirious enough that it felt like it. Morgan threw a balled up sock at Reid, who did little about it. “Speaking of Gideon,” he started, having let Reid talk about him without interrupting. He did that sometimes. Morgan never pressed him. “I need some clarity about something from ages ago. Like, pre-Prentiss times.”

“Okay.” He gripped the sock which had landed on his lap. Threw it onto the bed, watched it bounce off and onto the floor. “Go ahead.”

“This is kind of, uh. Weird? To ask, I mean.”

Reid frowned, evidently more on edge now. “What is it?”

“It’s about something I saw. Or I think I saw. And to be fair I’m not sure why it’s stuck with me for this long, but it has.”

“Morgan, you’re scaring me.”

“Did he ever tickle you? Because I swear I once saw him tickling you, but then you were acting all normal only seconds later and I think I want to know more to make sure I’m not going crazy.” For some reason, as he spoke, Morgan could feel that Reid was getting embarrassed and was torn between giving him space by looking away and staring into his soul because he couldn’t comprehend why he would get embarrassed in the first place.

“Oh,” was all he said, and by the time Morgan had made up his mind to stare Reid was glaring a hole into the floor.

Morgan held up his hands. “You don’t have to tell me. Forget I asked, okay?”

“He did that sometimes,” Reid said quietly.

“Tickle you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

He looked up. Eyes locked. “That’s weird, right?”

“Is it?”

“Most people would think so.”

“Do I look like most people to you?”

Reid’s smile was shy. He didn’t elaborate.

Obviously Morgan couldn’t stop thinking about it. Reid being ticklish and Reid trusting someone enough to be vulnerable like that around them. However it had started, whatever the reason, it apparently brought them both enough comfort for it to continue once Reid started in the BAU. There was something precious about that. Precious and heartbreaking. Morgan couldn’t understand why he found it heartbreaking.

“Can I ask you something?”

They were at Reid’s apartment. Morgan couldn’t remember how he started going there, but it was a weekly thing at that point.

“Will I regret it if I say yes?” Reid replied, not looking up from whatever he was looking up on his computer.

Morgan snorted. “Probably.”

“Well, now I’m curious, so ask anyway.”

“Why tickling?”

Reid froze for only a second, invisible to the untrained eye, only Morgan of course was about to get a masters degree in Spencer Reid at that point. He didn’t try to dismiss his curiosity this time. Only waited for Reid to slowly look up, cheeks slightly pink.

“I’m unsure,” he admitted. “I reckon it was something that started when I was young and continued when I got older. He didn’t do it often, mind you. But occasionally.”

Morgan nodded. “Okay, so the origins are uncertain. But why keep it up? Did you enjoy it?”

A deeper pink. “I didn’t dislike it.”

“Not really answering my question, but I can put the pieces together.” He was trying extremely hard not to grin.

Reid looked away, fully red now. “He didn’t seem to have any rhyme or reason for when he did it. He just always knew when it was needed.”

“Did he only do it briefly or fully pin you?”

“Only briefly.”

“Do you miss it?”

“More often than I think I realized.” He shook his head. “I started thinking about it when you brought it up last time. I haven’t stopped since.”

Morgan crossed his arms. “I mean, if you ever wanted anyone else to do it.” He trailed off. He knew Reid knew what he meant.

Reid ran a hand over his face. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Seriously. I would be down.”

“I know, Morgan.”

Things became weird after that. Not uncomfortable, necessarily, but Morgan felt like Reid was on edge around him. As if he thought he would just attack him out of nowhere. As if Morgan would ever do that now, knowing what he knew.

He kept thinking about it, though. Reid giggling under his fingers. Reid wanting him to tickle him.

It was safe to say he was going a little crazy.

“Why are you looking at him like that?” Garcia demanded more than once, because apparently Morgan had completely lost his sense of subtlety.

“Like what?” he asked, defensive and aware of it.

“Like you’re obsessed with him or something.” Her voice was softer when she said that. Morgan wondered what she thought. Was too afraid to ask.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous.” He wasn’t prepared for Reid to be the one to bring it up. “As much as I will hate every second of it, we should probably talk.”

Morgan wasn’t sure why he felt himself flush. “Right. We should.” He turned toward the semi-empty office. “Uh. Conference room?”

“You’ve been avoiding me ever since I admitted to missing it,” Reid said as Morgan closed the door behind them. He looked like he was trying very hard to act nonchalant about it all, but Morgan could see right through him. He was hurt.

“I swear I haven’t. At least not on purpose.”

“You think it’s weird.”

“No-”

“You think I’m weird.”

“The only thing I find weird is my inability to figure out how to navigate this.” He shook his head. “I can’t stop thinking about it and I don’t know how you want me to act.”

Reid blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Morgan ran a hand over his face. “I feel like if I do it you’d get mad at me for trying to replace him, but also pretending I don’t know about it might make you think I don’t care or find it weird - evidently I was right - but look, Reid, I don’t find it weird, okay? I’m just terrified of crossing a boundary here.”

Reid was flushing to the roots of his hair. “Okay. Okay, that makes sense. I’m sorry-”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“You really don’t have to do anything just because he did.”

“But I want to.” It was the first time Morgan admitted it aloud. “I want to do it.”

Reid averted his gaze. “Why?”

“Because I want to see you laugh and squirm.” Morgan’s smile softened. “And because I want to bring you comfort if you need it, or whatever it does for you. And listen, if that was something you only did with him, I’ll respect that.”

“I did that with my mom, too,” he said quietly. “That’s why Gideon did it. And why Ethan did it.”

“Your ex?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, if you want one more person to do it for you, I’m here.”

Reid finally, finally, smiled. “I know.” A beat, and, “Thanks.”

The next day, Morgan got to work. They still hadn’t really figured it all out - Reid said not having had to discuss it with anyone before was part of it. Morgan would be damned if he couldn’t figure this out like the ones before him had.

So he watched him.

Reid knew he was watching him, obviously, but life continued. New cases fell on their desks, and after a particularly bad one, when all of them were exhausted and quiet, Morgan wondered if this was the time. If he should sit down next to him on the jet and poke his side. But it didn’t feel right. He felt Reid wouldn’t appreciate it.

He stumbled upon several moments like that during the next few weeks, where the genius could either really need a good laugh or to be comforted, but Morgan couldn’t ever decide if it was the right time. He was starting to feel frustrated himself.

In the end, he just did it. No preamble. No second thoughts. If it was the wrong time, Reid would let him know.

He could tell Reid was stressed and overwhelmed and second guessing himself, and maybe that wasn’t the right time to tickle someone, but Morgan knew how Reid felt about it. That, in the right circumstances, it could make him feel better.

And so he circled his hands around his waist, said, “Cut yourself some slack, pretty boy,” and curled his fingers over skin. Reid jumped, but instead of squirming away he squirmed into him, a gentle laugh Morgan would think of for the next coming weeks slipping out before he could stop it, and Morgan was sure that even if it didn’t help it most definitely didn’t hurt.

That was all he could hope for, really.

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did they really think we'd be able to focus on anything she's saying?

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maybe i’m projecting but spencer is so ace coded- he’s demisexual and biromantic to me !!

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Thank you for including me! <33

- SPENCER REID FIC RECS 2 -

he is so pretty i want to cry | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, grief, blood. some fics have 18+ content so minors please DNI.

part 1 | main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

use somebody | part 2 • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @reidmania (sunshine!reader, fluff, pining, slight angst)

sharpest tool • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @reidmania (fluff, angst +18 but not smut, hurt/comfort, miscommunication)

wanted: a gentleman | lips of a gentleman | if you love me right • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @gghostwriter (very fluffy)

make you feel my love | turning tables • spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @reidmarieprentiss (hostage situation, angst, rejection, comfort)

just friends! | what a coincidence! • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @tangledinlove (childhood best friends to lovers, fluff)

never forget a face | late-night talking • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @forhappysake (grumpy x sunshine, comfort, a little suggestive, age-gap)

not our scene | part 2 • spencer reid x fem!shy!reader

↳ by @kisses4reid (fake dating, both spencer and reader are shy, fluff)

him • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @godsfavdarling (anxious!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff)

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC'S

the one with the bra • boyfriend!spencer reid x reader

↳ by @daydreamingqueen1 (fluff, little suggestive)

recharging • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @railingsofsorrow (dad!spencer, fluff, hurt/comfort)

better than revenge • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @avis-writeshq (best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slowburn, happy ending)

i'll hold your weight when you can't • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @shewroteaworld (sunshine!reader, fluff, comfort)

everytime we touch • spencer reid x gn!reader

↳ by @idmakeitbehave (5+1, fluff)

the playground • dad!spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @whiskeyghoul (very fluffy)

misletoe • spencer reid x gn!reader

↳ by @reiding-writing (flufff)

i wish i knew you wanted me • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @irndad (angst, rejection, spencer’s addiction, jealous!spencer)

yours • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @aliteralsemicolon (smut, fluff, a little angst and i think this is idiots in love?)

twenty questions • spencer reid x bau!gn!reader

↳ by @viaisms (fluff)

an “i love you” that isn’t words • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @mcondance (fluff, very domestic)

between heart beats • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @vee6lolz (angst)

not enough • spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @g0dlyunsub (angst but also fluff, hurt/comfort)

the whole world • dad!spencer reid x mom!fem!reader

↳ by @spencereid-reads (very fluffy)

i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @mwahmimi (veryy fluffy)

bundle of nerves • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @gghostwriter (fluff, fainting)

down the fire escape and into my heart • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @justawhitebloodcell01 (meet cute, fluff)

call your mom • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @railingsofsorrow (exes to lovers, hurt/comfort)

amorphous • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @pathologicalreid (fluff)

your beauty never scared me • spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @auroralwriting (fluff, comfort)

all of the books beside your bed • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @tlou-reid (very fluffy)

cherry picking • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @certaimromance (mentions of sex, miscommunication, fluff)

period disturb • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @vanteguccir (fluff, comfort)

innocent love • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @cookiescribble (smut, fluff, both spencer and reader are virgin)

north star • spencer reid x uni student!reader

↳ by @parfaitblogs (post prison spencer, trauma, nightmares, hurt/comfort)

i keep you clean; you surrounded me • husband!spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @nereidprinc3ss (spencer’s addiction, comfort)

dearest friend • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @endearng (idiots in love, jealous!spencer, fluff, a little angst)

the bolter; cannibal• spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @ophelia-is-complex (angst, comfort)

opposite • spencer reid x bau!reader

↳ by @reidsbabyhoney (angst, a little fluff)

why didn’t you tell me? • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @unequivocallyreid (smut, angst with happy ending)

heavenly • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @dudeitiskarev (post prison spencer, age-gap, smut, fluff, so so good)

stolen glances • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @justawhitebloodcell01 (fluff)

last, last time • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @sweatervest-obsessed (angst, breakup, kidnapping, tw: dv)

federal beach investigation • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @reidmarieprentiss (fluff)

the prodigy path • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @imagining-in-the-margins (comfort, a little angst, dad!spencer)

two pair • spencer reid x reader

↳ by @unlosts (sososo sweet spencer, fluff)

what do we do now? • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @anniebeemine (unplanned pregnancy, fluff)

light as a feather • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @unseededtoast (fluff, general cm stuff, comfort)

one bright morning • spencer reid x fem!reader

↳ by @unseededtoast (angst, trauma, blood, comfort, lightly suggestive)

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“Wait! Wait! I didn’t have enough time to prepare!”

You beg him to stop and squeal at the first touch. Giggles falling from your lips before you even realise you’re doing it. You thrash your chest into Spencer’s, writhing under his fingers.

He chuckles in response, holding your wrists together and above your head with one hand. Squeezing up and down your exposed side with the other, his touch is firm but playful, taking extra special care in not pressing too hard onto your ribs. His smile beams a spotlight down on you as he watches you wriggle around, almost dancing to escape the sensation.

“You can’t prepare to not be ticklish! It’s a natural bodily reaction. Did you know there’s actually two types of tickling? There’s knismesis which is essentially the lighter touch, like a bug landing on you and the reaction being the itchy feeling you just have to scratch but it doesn’t make you laugh. And there’s also this, what’s happening to you right now. It’s called gargalesis, it’s a harder form of touch which causes that pretty laughter that I can hear right now, and that quite frankly, glass shattering squeal noise when I get too close to your underarm.”

Spencer exclaims. He chuckles at the same squeal he was talking about escaping your lips as his fingers spider-walk from your hipbone all the way up to your armpit, swirling a single finger around in gentle circles in the hollow of your arm.

You manage to knock your wrists out of his grip, pulling your arms down and wrapping them around yourself in a self-hug to protect your sensitive spots. Still letting out residual giggles from the brutal onslaught.

“Wow. You are super ticklish.”

He speaks with a smirk, swiping the hair that has managed to wrap itself into your mouth from your squirming away from your tongue and behind your ear. Spencer’s hands find the small of your back and his open palm rubs against your spine softly.

“You are the absolute worst Spencer Reid.”

You babble, unable to wipe the smile off of your flushed face. He smiles back down at you, pressing his chin to the top of your head shyly. Holding you in an awkward hug he sways you in his hold from side to side, rocking you gently. Your heartbeat slows and syncs in time with his, your fingers interlocking before he speaks.

“The worst at giving you a thorough, hands on education on bodily reactions that I think you should be grateful for.”

You loved this nerd.

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The best medicine🫂

"You need to relax kid. There's only so much stress a person can take before they explode, like pop."

Derek explained, his voice soft but his words playful. He'd always known Reid was a perfectionist but there was absolutely nothing he could add to the case files that would complete them anymore than he'd already done. Spencer always found the cases with children the most emotionally demanding, especially when it was all out of their control. Even a genius with an eidetic memory couldn't fix what had been done in this particular case.

"Actually experiencing a moderate amount of stress is normal and can even be beneficial, as it can help motivate and focus attention. Anyway, I'm fine. It's nothing I can't handle. Now stop distracting me and let me get back to my paperwork."

Spencer rolls his eyes, his mind engulfed in the case. He sips his 4th cup of coffee from that day, making a face when he tastes the bitter liquid, remembering he'd used the last of the sugar several hours prior. Reid sticks his head back into the case files, scanning over each words at an alarming rate. All of his focus is transfixed on the information in front of him, so much so that he doesn't sense Morgan sneaking up behind him. Gripping him into a bear hug from behind, trapping him against the back of his chair.

He sneaks his fingers, poising them strategically on Spence's sides, steadying them firm against his shirt-clad skin.

"What- Morgan! What on earth are you doing?"

Spencer splutters out, his voice breathy and full of confusion. He struggles against Derek's arms uselessly; whilst he's a genius, there's no way to overpower him with intellect when Morgan has him pinned.

"I told you. You need to relax, pretty boy. But don't you worry, I'm here to help you."

Morgan's smirk is audible, spinning Spencer's chair to face him, he chuckles as he looks Spencer up and down. Reid's face is flushed, a sweet blush that perfectly compliments his cheeks. Looking like a lost lamb, he glances at Derek as his heart starts to beat faster from the cheeky look in his eye.

"Ah, yes because the pinnacle of relaxation is being stuck to my chair. Of course, my foolishness."

Spencer snaps back, matching Morgan's playfulness.

"Just wait Dr Reid, you're gonna be so relaxed that you're not gonna know what's hit you. Now I'm gonna touch you, is that okay?"

Reid nods shyly, unsure of how the situation is going to play out.

"You're safe with me, remember that. Now, I'm gonna need you to laugh for me."

Morgan teases, Reid's demeanor still confused and slightly fearful but when he lets out the breath he's been holding this entire time Derek knows he's okay.

"Laugh for you? What do you-"

Spencer shrieks under his fingers, they poke and prod in the spaces between his ribs. Scratching at all the clothed skin he could reach, smiling down at the snickering genius.

"No! Stop!-"

He begs, throwing his head back and allowing himself to laugh openly. Mentally begging that Morgan doesn't find his sweet spot, he could handle being tickled on his ribs for a while, but his under arms? That's a different story.

Derek traces his fingers over the thin shirt, traveling down to his sides and scribbling his nails over his belly.

"Aww, look at you! Pretty boy can't think when he's getting tickled huh?"

He teases with a singsong tone to his voice, holding Reid in place as much as he can as he writhes in his grip.

"Morgan! Stop!"

Reid begs, letting out a snort of laughter. Derek coos, filling the air with aww's. Spencer pulls at his arms, desperately trying to clamp them to his sides to protect himself from the ticklish onslaught.

He swallows hard and makes a strangled noise, almost like it was stuck in his throat. Derek's fingers squeeze up his sides, reaching his armpits.

"No! Anywhere but there!"

Spencer squeaks a high-pitched noise, trying to swivel the chair around to knock Morgan's balance. His co-worker winks, a shit eating grin rising his lips up into a smile, his dimples deepen and becoming more prominent.

"Oh bad spot huh? Don't worry, it's not gonna hurt, it'll just tickle."

Morgan lets out a laugh of his own as he swirls one finger in each underarm. Practically sitting on Reid's lap, restraining him more as he leans over him. Spencer bucks his hips frantically, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Refusing to look Derek in the eye as he bellows out his demands for him to stop. His demands are only met with a smirk and fingers digging under his arms, searching for the most sensitive spots. When he notices Spence wheeze, gasping for air, his fingers still and remove from his underarms. Derek's hands find Reid's hair, petting it softly, running them through the strands soothingly.

"Breathe kid. It's okay, I got you."

Morgan whispers into his ear as Spencer lets residual giggles spill from his lips.

"You- you are so mean."

Spencer pants, eventually catching his breath and chuckling at his own comment.

"Maybe a little, but you don't seem as stressed now. I'm right aren't I?"

"Well there is such thing as tickle therapy, Tickling therapy releases endorphins into the body, known as the happy hormone, this has an undoubted effect on relieving stress and improving health. But the ancient Romans actually used tickling as a method of torture."

Reid rambles, grateful to be able to speak without being cut off by his own laughter. Morgan smiles down at him once more, happily looking at his best friend. His hair is messy and he's a little sweaty, but his smile is beaming from ear to ear.

"Is that so Dr? You know I'm here to give you 'therapy' whenever you need it pretty boy."

Derek ruffles Reid's hair playfully, rough-housing with him once more. Spence would never admit it, but despite his aversion of touch over his phobia of germs, he loved these moments with his brother.