#spencer reid tickling

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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.

[nhasablogg]

Could you do a Criminal Minds fic where Morgan rates all of Reids Tk spots? You could maybe do a playful one where he leaves notes on all of his spots as if he's doing a case report or something?

I love your fics! Keep up the good work!

A/N: Switched it up a lil, I hope you like it!

Rossi always found it interesting to see in what ways his teammates tried to preserve their humanity. Garcia chose to see the good in everything, with her colorful clothes and knickknacks. Who was the only one to still cry when it all became too much. Prentiss and her books, her sarcasm, her ability to still find things funny. JJ who at the end of the day went home to her son after trying to make the world better for him. Hotch, who only kept his humanity by making sure the others kept theirs.

And then came Morgan and Reid. The way the two of them never let the other forget, by joking around or showing tough love or allowing the other to lean on them when needed. Sometimes their humanity showed in silly ways, like prank wars or bickering. Today it was something physical, which had Morgan pretending not to smile and Reid whining.

Morgan was, from Rossi’s understanding, rating Reid’s tickle spots. A hand on the kid’s knee, squeezing once, twice, with Reid trying and failing to escape due to being trapped against the window of the jet, the table and Morgan in the way of freedom. “That’s a seven, I think.”

Prentiss hummed from across from them. “I’d say seven point five. Did you hear the way his laughter rose in pitch?”

Morgan nodded enthusiastically. “Noted.” He did in fact jot the rating down in his notebook, alongside the ratings for Reid’s thighs and sides. Rossi had unfortunately missed the end results for them. Had only really been alerted to what they were doing when Reid accidentally kicked the table a moment ago as Morgan had decided to go for his knees.

He’d have to ask for them later, naturally.

“That brings us to belly.” Morgan turned to him, seemingly doing everything in his power not to smirk - Rossi could tell from the twitch to his lips. “I have theories for this one.”

Reid was covering his torso, and yet he still asked: “Which are?”

“Oh, a ten for sure. I’ve heard the way you scream when tickled there.”

“Scream is a little exaggerated.”

“Want me to prove it, pretty boy? Because I will.”

Rossi felt for the kid, as he pressed himself closer to the window, a nervous smile plastered on his face. But he knew Morgan would never do something that crossed a line, and so this had to be okay. Even though it embarrassed him. Even though it showed parts of him that the rest of the team hadn’t properly seen.

“No, no, it’s okay-” Reid started, but Morgan went for it anyway. Worming his hands beneath Reid’s, he started poking and prodding, prompting panicked giggles that the other spots hadn’t produced. From Rossi’s understanding of this experiment, he wasn’t supposed to be tickling the kid for too long (“Can’t have him be all jumpy about spots that aren’t as bad.”), though this spot seemed to have him breaking his own rules. Rossi didn’t blame him. Watching Reid squirm and laugh, a scene so rare in the BAU, was intoxicating.

“That’s an eleven,” Prentiss said when Morgan paused to let Reid breathe. “For sure.”

“Maybe even a twelve. You hear the way he could barely form words?”

“Oh, I certainly did.”

“Here.” Morgan pushed the notepad toward her. “Jot that down, would you? I can feel his ribs calling me. I’m guessing they’re a nine.”

“Agreed.” “I’d say an eight.” Rossi hadn’t meant to get involved, but he’d seen Reid get his ribs patched up in the past and noticed the tensing up, but he’d also seen him get poked there and that had merely made him jerk away. Nowhere near the reaction his belly gave.

Morgan showed his surprise by blinking at him, but turned his attention back to Reid almost immediately. “Guess we’ll find out. Be ready with that pen, hey?”

“Always.”

Rossi leaned back to watch, smiling at Reid when their eyes locked. This was fun. He’d almost forgotten what that was like. He could tell his teammates hadn’t. Could tell this was second nature to them. How Morgan was hands on but Prentiss equally involved from the sidelines. How Reid accepted this form of playful teasing, despite his protests. How JJ and Hotch barely budged while all this was happening. Ease. There was ease on that jet, despite the heaviness of the case they’d just wrapped up.

He was glad for it. Realized he needed it too.

[awkwardlyflustered]

Best Babysitter Ever

A/N: I have been watching too much Criminal Minds recently, I just started it over for like the 5th time. I love the BAU so goddamn much, and I specifically love Reid (he’s just a lil guy) so y’all better get so ready for so much lee Reid in the upcoming weeks. For now though, Reid and Hotch interacting has my entire soul and being so here’s a quick little story for the two of them. 

“Hotch, I promise you everything will be okay, I read five parenting books on the way here just to prepare.”

“I know, I trust you’re gonna be fine, you’ve just never babysat by yourself before, and JJ was supposed to come over and help…” Hotch trailed off, unable to keep the overprotective dad side from surfacing. 

“We’ll be fine! I’m great with kids,” Reid continued to argue, “We’ll have so much fun, isn’t that right Jack?” Both men turned their eyes over to the small six year old playing with his trucks in the corner. Jack agreed enthusiastically and ran over to hug Spencer’s leg. 

“Alright, I’m sure you guys will be fine,” Hotch finally relented. “Reid, call me if you need anything at all, and Jack, be good for Spencer” Spencer gave a salute towards his boss as Jack ran to hug his dad goodbye. 

A few hours later, Hotch walked back into his house and was immediately greeted by the loud screams of laughter from Jack. Smiling, he made his way towards the two, not saying anything. 

“SPEHEHENCEHEHER!” Jack squealed as Reid’s fingers scribbled across his belly. 

“Spencer? Who’s Spencer, I’m the tickle monster!” The curly haired boy announced, scooping up the small kid’s wrists in one hand, and drilling into his underarms with the other. Jack kicked out and tried to squirm away from the intruding hands, finally noticing his dad standing over the two of them. 

“DAHAHAHAHD HEHEHEHELP!!” 

“You can scream all you want, no one can save you from the tickle monster!” Reid called out with a grin taking over his face as he turned to Hotch as a greeting. 

“You heard him Jack, I can’t save you, there’s nothing I can do.” Hotch had a soft grin taking over his face as well, though not quite as smug as Spencer’s. 

“PLEHEHEASE,” Jack whined out, obviously enjoying himself. 

“Hmm alright fine, I’ll do my best but no promises.” Hotch threw his coat that he had just taken off onto the couch and crouched down by the two of them. “Let’s see here…” he muttered out, taking a hold of Jack’s arms and pretending to pull as hard as he could. 

“You’re no match for my incredible strength!” Spencer continued in character, vibrating his fingers into Jack’s ribs causing a whole new round of laughter. 

“Hmm I have an idea,” Hotch thought aloud as he stalked towards Spencer. 

“You’ll never beat me! Jack will be mine forever,” the so-called tickle monster called out yet again, too busy with his charade to pay any attention to the older man getting closer and closer to him. Without warning, Hotch practically tackled Spencer and started digging into his ribs. Spencer squealed and kicked his feet, completely caught

off guard by the attack. Jack quickly stood up from his position on the floor cheering and encouraging the attack. 

“Well well well, looks like the tickle monster is ticklish.”

“Nohohoho” Reid giggled out, weakly swatting at the offending hands currently wracking his nerves. Hotch grabbed Spencer arms and held them above his head, waiting while Reid panted beneath him.

“Hey Jack, come here,” the father beckoned his son over, and started pointing along Reid’s torso. “You know if you poke him right here he makes a really silly noise.” Jack, excited he got to play too began poking his little fingers along Spencer’s tummy. With every poke Spencer gave a hiccupy squeal, that quickly advanced into hiccupy giggles when Hotch’s fingers found their way to his upper ribs. 

“Wahahahait guhuhuys,” he pleaded, being careful with his squirming to not hurt Jack. 

“This is only fair after you tickled Jack for so long, what do you think buddy?”

“Yeah! You did this to me, you deserve it!” Reid just squeezed his eyes shut, threw his head back, and gave into the ticklish sensations. 

The Hotchner duo continued their attack for a few more minutes, making sure to get thorough revenge on the tickle monster before letting him up. Spencer sat up panting, with slight tears in the corners of his eyes. 

“The tickle monster isn’t gonna forget this, you better watch out,” he teased Jack, reaching out to pinch his side. 

“My dad will rescue me every time!” Jack replied indignantly, clinging to his dad’s leg. 

“I absolutely will,” Hotch reassured, ruffling his son’s hair, “But until you need more rescuing, it looks like it’s time for bed. Go start getting ready.” With that, Jack starting running off to get ready for bed, but quickly back tracked to give a crashing hug to Reid.

“Goodnight Spencer, thank you for playing with me.”

“Of course kid,” Reid replied, hugging Jack tightly. “I had fun playing with you.”

“Are you gonna come back tomorrow?” Hotch interrupted the interaction before Reid could be put on the spot.

“No buddy, not tomorrow, but you’ll see Spencer again soon.” Jack just nodded and finally left the two to begin getting ready for bed. Spencer stood up from the floor to stand next to Hotch.

“So I take it the babysitting went well?” Hotch asked with a slight smirk. Spencer nodded happily.

“Yeah, Jack is great. We had a lot of fun together.”

“I could see that. Do you maybe want to come back next week to babysit some more?” Spencer nodded again, much more enthusiastically. “And I take it the tickle monster will be making another appearance?” Spencer blushed out to his ears at the mention of the silly character. 

“Maybe he will.”

“Well then it looks like I’ll have some more rescuing to do, won’t I?” Reid just smiled and looked down at the ground, too sheepish to continue meeting Hotch’s eye. Hotch smiled warmly, remembering just how young Reid actually is despite his age. He quickly pulled Reid in for a hug.

“Thank you again Spencer.” 

“You’re welcome, it was nice getting to feel like an older brother for a little while.” Spencer’s eyes widened and he pulled away from the hug as he realized what he just said. “Not like that I just meant-”

“You’re the best big brother Jack could ask for,” Hotch assured the genius, clapping him on the shoulder. Spencer smiled an almost cheshire grin as the pink tint returned once again to his cheeks. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he called out, slinging his bag over his shoulder. 

“Yep, and I can’t wait to see the rest of the team and inform them of what a great babysitter the tickle monster is,” Hotch teased, a smirk taking over his features. Reid froze, his hand on the doorknob. 

“Hotch you can tell anyone and everyone you want, but don’t tell Morgan I’m ticklish, he’ll never let me live it down.”

“I don’t know, I think Morgan would really like to know…”

“Hotch!”

“Alright alright, I’ll keep it to myself, for now anyways.” Spencer breathed a quick sigh of relief and waved goodbye before leaving the house. 

Hotch smiled fondly, and pulled out his phone to text Derek. 

Tomorrow morning you should ask Reid how babysitting went. He has a really funny secret to tell you

“Technically, I’m not gonna tell him anything,” Hotch muttered to himself, smiling. “Plus what fun is having this information if I’m just gonna keep it to myself?” With that, he walked towards Jack’s room ready to tuck him into bed. His heart was full between his son and his work family, he couldn’t be any happier. 

[pastelpiggielol]

Revenge - a MoReid tickle fanfic

This is a short fic I wrote for my wonderful boyfriend who showed me his niche little tumblr coven and I took it upon myself to become the tickle fandom Jesus

I am not actually a part of the tickle community but I know you lot are out there so this is for all you hiding in the cracks in the walls

This is also the very first ticfic I wrote and I have got others in my vault that are much better so if you like this I will post more!

Word count: 906

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Genre: Fluff, Tickle

Enjoy!

"Alright you got me, I'm calling it. You won pretty boy." Derek sighed in defeat, "Just know, I will get you back at some point. I wont tell you when but I will." He threatened with a smile. Spencer grinned proudly from across the jet.

"I told you not to wage a prank war against an MIT graduate, you cant blame me for you not listening." He replied smugly.

"Uh huh, whatever, keep that attitude up and you'll be sleeping on the couch." Derek grumbled sarcastically. Their playful bickering was cut off when Hotch told them that Strauss had called for a debrief once they landed. The anticipation only lasted a further half hour before the jet was back in the gate and the team was sat around the circle table, Strauss at the head looking extremely unimpressed.

"I can't believe I have to call you up on this topic again, Aaron you told me you had this all under control but evidently you don't, so I have no choice but to step in." This was the start of a very long, very tedious lecture about collateral costs and misplaced loyalty. Derek could feel his eyes growing heavy as she blabbed on and on about things he frankly couldn't care less to change. He was jolted abruptly awake at the feeling of a sharp kick to his left shin. With a frown, he turned to look at the source and met eyes with the mischievous puppy eyes of his lover and instantly knew the game he was starting. He gave a warning look, met with an increasingly mischievous (badly concealed) smirk. He then felt another kick.

This time he retaliated, lightly kicking Spencer's foot with a very slight smile. He watched him attempt to conceal a snicker, kicking at him again. Derek tried to catch his foot in a lock, however this only made their game more difficult. And more noticeable. Looking away from the captivating smile beside him, he locked eyes with the stern glare Hotch was firing him. He quickly attempted to stop the game, though still failed so he snuck his hands under the table, laying a hand on his lovers thigh to silently still him.

Thankfully this was successful and allowed him to tune back into Strauss' rambling right as she was wrapping up her lecture. Relief washed over him as everyone stood up, hurrying out of the conference room before anyone else and throwing his arm around Spencer's shoulders at the first opportunity.

"You're lucky you're cute, but that does mean you're making dinner." He smiled as his lover groaned. Upon arriving home, Derek pulled Spencer into a much needed hug. They stayed in each others arms (Spencer enjoying his lover's muscles greatly) for a short while before he felt Derek's hands slip under the hem of his shirt, sliding up his waist. He felt his face grow slightly warm and buried himself further in the hug. However in a split second, he tried to break out of it, his large hands had dug into his sides, right in the place he was most ticklish. And Derek knew it.

His smiles turned to a smug grin as he locked the laughing, wriggling man in his grip, continuing his attack with no remorse. The sound of Spencer's uncontrollable laughing and protests brought a warmth through his chest and allowed his smile to reach his eyes. He then scooped him up and carried him to the couch, dropping him carefully down before beginning the assault all over again.

"This is payback for the prank war, your genius can't win against me, gorgeous." He taunted as he continued. Spencer's replies were punctuated with laughter and small yelps;

"This isn't fair! You're cheating! Derek!" He cried, though not once telling him to stop. Derek began laughing alongside his lover, the sounds of his mind so carefree in this moment was something he wanted to prolong for as long as he could. Prodding, jabbing and dragging his fingers over every inch of his torso, the sound of his laughter like music to his ears. His uncontainable smile never failed to make him fall for him all over again.

Spencer couldn't stop smiling and laughing at the feeling of Derek's hands tickling him in all the places he knew would get him the most. He could barely catch his breath he was laughing so hard, his mind was almost entirely empty of any thought outside of how much fun he was having with his beloved. He even tried to escape a few times only to be caught again and pulled back into the onslaught of affection, even paired with some kisses to the sensitive spots on his neck.

Eventually, Spencer's laughter started to change and his wriggling slowed. It didn't take long for Derek to notice he was simply getting tired, all the wriggling and laughing had worn him out.

"Okay okay! Truce! I won't prank you again!" He cried, trying to catch his hands. Derek reluctantly held his hands up in a surrender.

"Alright, you gotta promise though, I don't trust your sneaky genius brain." He joked and helped him sit upright before sitting beside him.

"Alright fine, I promise." He smiled, fixing his clothes.

"Seal it, it doesn't count if you don't seal it." He pushed, wrapping an arm around him. Spencer scoffed lightly before leaning up and sealing the promise with a soft kiss.

[ticklishraspberries]

Oh, hi dear, I just discovered your prompts list and checked your fandoms list. And smiled a lot because you’ve got Maeve x Spencer on it. ♥️

May I ask for 62 or 93, please?

I wish you happy writing and loads of inspo, snacks and energy for this hopefully fun project. ☺️

drabble prompts!! // tysm for the request lovely!!! 62. "You're not exactly subtle." / 93. "I have things to do."

"Maeve, c'mon—"

"I have things to do," Maeve replies, but she's laughing when she says it, barely looking at the files in front of her.

"You've looked over that patient twice already," Spencer replies, coming up behind her at her desk, putting his arms around her shoulders from behind. "You don't miss things. If you're trying to avoid me..."

"Not at all!" she said, leaning back into his hold. "I just...I..."

"You're not exactly subtle," Spencer tells her, and she can hear the smile in his voice without having to turn her head. "If you want me to distract you from work, you could just say so."

His fingers easily find purchase in the curve of her sides, and she holds her breath as they begin to gently tickle, making goosebumps spread over her skin.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she says, voice shaking.

Spencer chuckles. "Of course you don't, doctor. Now, put down the file, and laugh for me."

And laugh she does.

[cringemesstickles]

Spencer Reid’s Big Secret

(Squealing Santa 2023)

Summary: Spencer Reid has a secret, and Morgan wants to know what it is.

Pairing: Moreid (Morgan/Reid)

Word count: 1,555

A/N: Merry Christmas y’all! This is my squealing Santa gift to @gaybananabread !! :D

I combined two of the prompts bc they were both too cute and I couldn’t decide :’)

I had a lotta fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it!

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The BAU headquarters was quieter than usual, a calm before the storm of another case. In a corner of the room, Dr. Spencer Reid sat, his attention buried in a pile of books and papers.

Now, Spencer Reid was incredibly clever… there was no about it.

However, he was never very good at concealing the fact that he was hiding something. You’d think that in his line of work it would be quite the opposite, but most of the time, that just isn’t the case.

Whenever he was hiding something, he would act even more awkward than usual.

Derek Morgan, ever so observant, caught this look and couldn’t resist the urge to investigate.

“Alright, pretty boy, spill it.” Morgan abruptly confronted, palms slammed on the table as if he were conducting a real interrogation, startling the young detective.

Reid looked up with surprise before he put on a mask of innocence. “Spill what?”

“Don’t play dumb. You’re hiding something, and I wanna know what it is!”

The younger averted his eyes and Morgan swore that he saw a faint blush on his cheeks.

“What would give you that idea? I’m not hiding anything…”

Morgan wasn’t buying it. He moved closer, a playful yet determined look on his face as he circled around behind Reid.

“Alright… if you won’t talk, I have other methods.”

With that, he quickly spun the chair around to make Reid face him before making a beeline for the detective’s vulnerable sides, digging into the sensitive flesh.

Taken off guard by the sudden tickling ambush, Reid lets out a surprised yelp before loud, unrestrained laughter tumbled from his lips.

“Hey! W-What are you dohohohoing?!”

The older man gave a sly grin.

He was definitely gonna have fun with this.

“What does it look like I’m doing, genius?” He asked teasingly, skillfully spidering his fingers up to Reid’s ribs, using just enough pressure to drive the young detective crazy.

“Ahh! Y-You’re tickling mehehehehee!”

“Bingo!” Morgan said with a grin. “And I’m not gonna stop until you tell me what you’re hiding!”

The blonde squirmed desperately in his seat, trapped between the chair and his attacker. Well… he could maybe escape if he wanted to. The seat didn’t have any armrests; he just wasn’t willing to throw himself at the floor quite yet.

Perhaps he could hold out and Morgan would just give up.

“Nohohoho! Morgan, plehehease! I-I’m not hiding aNYTHIHIHING- WAHAHAIT!”

The doctor’s plea was cut off by his own raucous laughter when he felt the tingling sensations migrate from his ribcage to under his arms, one of his hot spots.

“You can’t lie to me, pretty boy! You better start talking, or I might have to take drastic measures.” The elder playfully threatened, drilling his thumbs into the tender hollows, getting an uncharacteristic shriek from the normally reserved detective.

Reid glued his arms to his sides, but it didn’t matter. Morgan kept on tickling, even with his hands trapped.

Truthfully, Morgan kind of hoped that Reid would stay stubborn, just so that he’d have an excuse to keep tickling him.

Reid’s laughter was so rare, and to have it ringing so openly was nothing short of a gift.

He didn’t even care about the secret as long as he could get Reid to keep laughing like that.

Well… okay, maybe he cared about the secret a little bit.

But that just means he has every excuse in the world to keep tickling the young genius.

Besides, the poor kid needed some playfulness in his life.

“I-I’M NOT TEHEHELLING!!”

This statement, ladies and gentlemen, was a huge mistake.

Morgan quirked a brow, pausing to give the younger man a momentary break from the tickling, but moving to grab his wrists so that he doesn’t escape.

“Not telling, huh? So you admit that you’re hiding something!”

Reid’s face flushed bright red and his eyes widened comically as he realized his mistake.

“Wait, no, I-I meant that, uh…”

Morgan wasn’t having it.

“Y’know, Reid… I think those lanky legs of yours are feeling a little left out.”

He didn’t have to say anymore before Reid began kicking his legs, pleading for mercy before Morgan even touched him.

“Nononono, Morgan, plehehease dohohon’t!” There was a nervous smile on his face, which was starting to turn a nice rosy shade.

“Oh, I think I will, since you’re sooo insistent on not sharing that secret.”

Before Reid could let out another protest, Morgan’s hand caught one of the flailing legs while the other hand began to squeeze rapidly at the kneecap.

The young genius let out a snort, his laughter taking on a boyish energy as he tried his hardest to free his leg, thrashing his entire body from the intense electric tickling sensation.

“NAHAHAH- MORGAHAHAN, T-TOO TIHIHIHICKLISH!!” He shrieked, tears of mirth starting to prick at his eyes.

Morgan couldn’t help but laugh along, not expecting such an extreme reaction from Spencer Reid.

How on earth had Morgan been neglecting Reid’s knees until now?!

“Maybe if you tell me your secret, I can make it a little less ticklish~”

The younger shook his head stubbornly. His stomach was starting to hurt from how hard he was laughing.

He knew his knees were sensitive, but he didn’t know they were THAT sensitive.

Nevertheless, he refused to give in!

At least until Morgan began scribbling over the kneecap…

“Well that’s too bad, Reid. What if I just- woah!”

The minute Morgan touched his knee with that scribbling motion, Reid let out a scream of laughter before throwing himself to the floor in a desperate escape act.

And it worked! He was free from Morgan’s ticklish clutches.

For a few seconds…

Undeterred, the older detective simply followed Reid to the floor, now able to pin him more effectively by sitting on his hips.

“Nice try, kid. You can’t escape me that easily!”

The younger man gave a childish whine, wriggling hopelessly and realizing he definitely wasn’t getting out of this until he gave Morgan what he wanted.

But strangely, it seemed almost as if Reid was enjoying himself… like he was having just as much fun as Morgan was.

“Alright, Reid. I didn’t wanna have to do this, but you leave me no choice.”

With that ominous statement, the older agent began to roll up the younger’s shirt, watching with a mischievous sparkle in his eye as he sees his victim’s expression shift from playful dread, to one of sheer panic… and a glimmer of excitement?

“Your tummy looks rather tasty, Reid. If you’re not gonna share that secret, maybe I should give it a little taste?”

Reid’s eyes went as wide as saucers and he burst into a fit of anticipatory giggles, futilely tugging at his arms.

“Oh? Giggling already? Something you wanna tell me, Reid?”

The giggling agent in question frantically nodded his head, signaling to Morgan that all was about to be revealed.

“I’m listening…”

When Reid looked at Morgan with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he finally said…

“I’m never telling you.”

Taken aback by the sass, the elder decided it was time to unleash his secret weapon.

“That’s it! You asked for this, Reid!”

With that, he brought his face to Reid’s tummy and began to nibble at the soft skin.

The response he got was pure gold.

Reid let out the most childlike squeal before falling into bright, boisterous guffaws, arching his back out of instinct.

“OH MY GOHOHOD, MORGON, PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Morgan simply let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against Reid’s skin, before he continued the tummy nibbles, making obnoxious nomming sounds which only seemed to make Reid laugh louder.

“NOOO! O-OKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! I’LL TEHEHELL!!”

The tickler lifted his head, looking at Reid with a raised eyebrow.

“For real this time? Don’t make me-”

“EEK- NONONO, I MEAN IT, I PROHOHOMISE!!!”

Morgan pulled back, giving Reid a moment to catch his breath.

At last, Reid inhaled… ready to unleash his big secret.

“So, um… you know how earlier this morning, Hotch said that somebody used all the sugar?..”

Morgan stared blankly.

Surely this was going somewhere…

Reid fiddled with his hands, guiltily averting his eyes.

“I did it…”

For a moment, neither said a word.

“That’s it!?” Exclaimed the older man, expecting more of a, well… secret?

“I used all the sugar, Morgan!”

The blonde tilted his head when Morgan began laughing and shaking his head with disbelief.

“God, Reid… you’re a mess.” He chuckled, reaching out to ruffle the younger’s hair.

Reid’s cheeks turned a rosy shade, whether it was from embarrassment or the affectionate gesture, he couldn’t quite tell.

With an amused expression, Morgan hopped up off the ground, extending a hand for Reid to take, which the doctor graciously took.

“That’s enough excitement for me for one day… I’m heading home.”

Before he left, he turned to give Reid a wink.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy… I won’t tell your oh so terrible secret.” He teased, flashing that charming smile.

Reid felt the heat rise to his cheeks.

As he packed up his own belongings, his thoughts kept drifting towards Morgan, and how maybe he should stop being so uptight all the time…

Maybe it was kind of fun laughing until he couldn’t breathe.

And maybe, just maybe… he kind of liked it when Morgan called him pretty boy.

[supermarvel-fics]

You Say Embarrassing, I Say Cute

merry (early) christmas @galacticlee3 !! I was your squealing santa this year <3 i was so happy to be writing this for you since I love writing ler!spencer and I know you enjoy my work. hope you enjoy!!! special thanks to @squealing-santa for putting this together ❤️

word count: 1,400

pairing: spencer reid x reader (romantic)

summary: reader needs a massage and Spencer tries helping

“God, my neck is killing me,” You sighed, rubbing it gently as you rolled your head from side to side. “Next time, remind me to stretch before taking down a 250-pound killer.”

Spencer laughed quietly, his head down as he read the files, but his eyes flitted up to you. He watched as you attempted to massage your own neck, noticing how it was alleviating your pain. “I don’t think stretching would help. He slammed you against a wall. What you’re experiencing is mild whiplash.”

“Well, it hurts,” You groaned, leaning forward in your seat to rest your elbows on your knees, hands cradling your heavy head. Spencer shut the file, his attention now fully onto you. He had been watching you a lot recently. You caught his attention early on; a giggle Spencer had never heard before had him asking JJ who you were. She explained that you were an internal transfer to the BAU. You’d been working in domestic terrorism before.

He was smitten with you since then, but wouldn’t dare say that out loud. Though, he had an inkling that Penelope already knew. She was good at reading people romantically.

He longed to be the one to care for you; holding your hand when things got scary, hugging you when you were down, making you hot tea when you were sick. He battled with his own thoughts as he observed you sighing in defeat.

His hands were nimble and mildly cold, but maybe he could help.

“I—” Spencer started, cutting himself off before he could finish. His stomach churned with a nervousness he’d never experienced before. Your head slowly lifted to catch Spencer swiveling his chair back to face his desk.

“What, Spence?”

Spence. He loved it when you called him that. Before you joined the team, JJ and Emily had been the only 2 to ever coin that nickname and while he never minded it, he wouldn’t say he loved the way it made him feel when it spilled from their lips. With you, it made a fire ignite in his chest.

Spencer cleared his throat and anxiously fiddled with his fingers. “I was just—um, well… I could try and h-help if you want. With your neck, you know…”

You smiled, more at Spencer’s stuttering than at the offering he gave you. He was normally timid in social conversations—a sharp turn from when he’s authoritative on a case—but it was endearing. You knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Spencer had taking a liking to you. Flattered wasn’t the right word to describe how you felt about it. Possibly enchanted or ‘mutual’.

“You really wouldn’t mind?” You asked him, already knowing his answer. Spencer perked up and gave you a tight-lipped smile, shaking his head. “Because that would be very helpful.”

“I’m not saying I’d be particularly good at it, but I can try,” He replied, voice shaking slightly. He was nervous, but looked terrified. You giggled and shrugged the best you could without putting yourself in discomfort.

“It’ll be fine, Spence. Anything at all would probably help,” You said, turning your desk chair around so that your back was now facing him. You heard the squeak of his as he made to stand up, then the pitter of his feet as he sauntered to stand directly behind you. He let out a breath and you shivered slightly as the cold air of it just barely grazed your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine.

“Where is the center of your pain?” He asked you. Lifting your right hand, you pointed to the base of your neck.

“Here, mostly. And a little near my shoulder blades,” You answered, suddenly shy about the situation. It’s just Spencer—no reason to be nervous. Holding your breath, you awaited Spencer’s touch and once he finally made contact, you flinched.

“Sorry!” He said, immediately retracting his hand.

“No, no, Spence, it’s fine! I just can’t see, so I didn’t know when you were about to touch me,” You assured him, chuckling under your breath. “I’m ready now.”

“You’re sure?”

You smiled, even though he couldn’t see. “I’m sure.”

Still, you held your breath and tensed out of instinct as you felt Spencer’s hand rest on the back of your neck. He gently pressed into the place where your neck and back met with his thumb, easily becoming more confident as he felt you relax under his fingertips.

“Right here?” Spencer questioned you. You hummed a short and quiet response and he grinned wider at you. “Just tell me if anything hurts.”

Spencer worked his fingers in that spot until your skin began turning red from the continuous rubbing, then slid his hand over to the crook of your neck on the right side. You squealed and shrugged your shoulder up, trapping his hand.

Realizing what you’d done, you released him, swiveling around in panic. “Oh, God! I’m sorry! I just… well, I’m a little…”

“Ticklish,” Spencer smiled, finishing your sentence for you. You blushed as your head fell, eyes looking into your lap.

“Yeah. I thought I’d gotten over that… It’s so embarrassing,” You mumbled, bringing your hand up to your neck to cover up the ticklish spot.

Spencer, on the inside, felt like he’d just won the lottery. What better way to get close to someone than to tickle them? On the outside, though, he kept his composure. He reached out, placing his hand on your arm, prompting you to look up at him.

“It’s not embarrassing. It’s a normal response. Everyone is at least a little ticklish and anyone who says they aren’t, are lying. It has to do with nerve endings. And you can’t just get over being ticklish,” Spencer explained, sneakily reaching down with his free hand to pinch your side gently. You yelped and looked up at him, unaware that a smile was creeping onto your face as well. “Now, turn back around. I’ll be careful.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, obeying his words. Your chair squeaked at it pivoted back to its previous position. Spencer’s eyes shifted to where your hand was still covering your neck and smirked to himself before wiggling his finger into your armpit.

“AHA!” You whipped your elbow down and leaned forward. “Spence!”

“Your hand was still on your neck,” Spencer shrugged, an uncharacteristic shit-eating grin on his lips. You grunted and situated yourself back against the chair, sighing dramatically.

Spencer went back to massaging, putting enough pressure not to tickle you, but as he moved to that spot between your shoulder blades and he braced his other fingers onto your ribs, you giggled again, arching away from him.

“Spencer! You said you’d be careful!” You chastised him.

“I was trying to help you!” He replied, going to squeeze at your ribs again. “It’s not my fault you’re too ticklish to handle it.”

“WAHAHA! Noho!” You laughed, squirming in your seat. “Ihit’s embaharrassing!”

Spencer began tickling every exposed spot he could find, watching as you attempted to block each and every one from him. He clicked his tongue. “There’s nothing wrong with being ticklish! Everyone is.”

“Spehehence!”

“Now, repeat after me: ‘it’s okay to be ticklish’,” Spencer ordered, contracting his fingers into your sides with vigor. Had you had any control over your body, you might have stood up to get away from his attack, but you knew that you weren’t strong enough to stand. Plus, you didn’t actually mind TOO much.

“I’m nohohot saying thahat!” You yelled back through your giggles.

Spencer tickled up your torso, forcing his hands under your arms and vibrating his fingers as best as he could. That really got you laughing. “I’m not stopping until you admit it.”

“OKAY, OKAY, OKAHAHAY! IT’S OKAY TO BEHEHE TICKLIHISH!” You belly-laughed, a snort sneaking out at the last second. You instantly covered your mouth, whining and cradling your head in your free hand. “I can’t believe yohou made me snort.”

“It was cute,” Spencer responded quietly, surprisingly confident in his tone. He shuffled to stand in front of you, squatting down so that he was face to face with you. “I think everything you do is cute.”

In shock, your head whipped up, smiling at his confession and that the pain in your neck was basically gone. “You… you mean that?”

“Y-yeah,” He stuttered. “I do.”

Your eyes roamed his face, taking in every inch, and you bit your lip. “Well, I feel the same.” You reached out and grabbed his forearm, rubbing your thumb against his sleeve. “But I have a question.”

His eyes shot up to meet yours. “Anything.”

“You said that everyone is ticklish…”

“Yeah…”

“So, that means you are too, then?”

And with the fear in Spencer’s eyes, you already knew you had your answer.

[lilactickles]

Christmas in September

Criminal Minds Tickle fic - Ler!Spencer x Lee!Reader Y/N is still warming up to the team, one night filled with cheer and drinks is effective at breaking the ice. (tw: mentions of alcohol/feeling tipsy)

The BAU Christmas party was in full swing at Hotch's house, with festive decorations and holiday cheer buzzing in the air. You were cradling your drink and sitting in the corner of the somewhat abandoned dinner table scattered with dirty plates and empty glasses. Spencer was sitting to your left, Emily and JJ sitting across from the two of you. Hotch, Derek and Penelope had rushed to the living room, likely to play some drinking variation of monopoly, scrabble or who knows what.

You've felt your anxiety slowly melting away the more adult beverages you consume throughout the night, you've always been jarringly anxious during social situations, especially those including your new team mates. You were glad to get the opportunity to hang out with the group outside of work, everyone has been so lovely - never pushing you beyond what you're comfortable with but still clearly eager to get to know you. It was a nice feeling, to be seen and cared for despite hiding yourself out of instinct. The fact that the team knew nearly nothing about you even after 3 months of working with with BAU, was not lost on you or the rest of the team. But they were working on it.

Some hours and many laughs shared over eggnog had passed, and you look up to the sound of JJ laughing, Emily seemed to be attacking her with rapid pokes to her side, causing JJ to squirm and attempt to swat the raven haired detectives hands away. Emily was letting out a boisterous evil laugh with a drunken, yet mischievous, glint in her eyes. Your eyes averted as quickly as they'd laid eyes on the scene, a crimson glow spreading across your cheeks which you desperately tried to hide by looking down at your phone.

Dammit, why does this always happen? Was it second hand embarrassment? Fear of being brought in and having to interact with the flustering concept in front of her co-workers and friends? Whatever it is, you were doing a lousy job at laying low because you started to feel the eyes of a certain tipsy profiling protégée burning into the side of your head.

Oh god.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Spencer shuffled closer to you, speaking low as to not alert the giggling girls across the table.

"Yes! Of course" You giggled with faux nonchalance. "Just getting tired is all"

You were looking down at your watch and beginning to yawn, committing to the act, before realising who exactly it was you attempting to lie to.

Spencer cocked his head to the side, with a look of genuine concern present on his features while he leaned in closer. Likely analysing your every move. You were in the middle of giving him a 'do not profile me look' when he said "Is it too hot in here? You're looking quite red in the face"

Of course your blush only deepened at that comment. Bless him, he was only trying to help. Your hands didn't ask permission from your brain before they came flying up to shield your burning cheeks. Fuck. They flew back down again and you laughed nervously.

"No it's fine, really" You flashed him your most casual smile.

Spencer must have caught on at least to the fact that you were embarrassed or flustered about something, because his look of concern was replaced with a mildly amused one. It took him about another .5 seconds to make the connection.

He glanced over at JJ, a little red in the face now, still giggling at Emily relentless fingers landing pokes here and there. "Oh" He said. "Feeling left out?" He offered a teasy smile.

"What?" you replied a little too quickly. "Of course not!" You started anxiously playing with your hands. God let this be over soon.

"Or, the opposite?" He began thinking out loud. "I suppose we haven't gotten to know you all that well yet. The act of tickling is quite an intimate exchange, a weakness usually only confessed between people you trust. It makes sense that you aren't ready for us to know your weaknessness." His friendly smile making it obvious that he had no idea that what he was saying was even mildly flustering.

If your face was warm before, It must be sprouting flames now. You just froze, staring at him for a few seconds before responding.

"Wh-why would you think? Im- Im not-"

"You're not? what, ticklish? I only assumed because someone who isn't ticklish wouldn't have anything to be concerned about. Most people find lack of sensitivity to be a strength, and like to show it off. But I just saw you essentially try to turn yourself invisible." He chuckled, potentially catching on to the fact that you were slightly mortified now. "You can trust us, you know. You don't have to be embarrassed" That last part came out very softly, a genuine show of support.

You would be touched if you weren't feeling like you'd rather the universe implode than have this conversation right now. Your head snapped up at the mention of your name. "Y/N, Is your drink still full? You've had that going for ages!" Emily exclaimed.

You willed the heat to evaporate from your cheeks as you laughed. "I guess you're right! I'll get right on that" You brought the cup to your lips as Spencer and the girls fell into casual conversation, and took a big gulp.

A few moments later, while you were listening intently to a story about how JJ accidentally left her coffee cup on the roof of her car this morning and drove away, you felt the overpowering sensation of someone wiggling their fingers on your left knee-cap. You managed to trap the giggle in your throat, covering it up with a cough while you not-so-subtly jerked your knee away. Emily giggled at you, probably assuming it was the alcohol in your system making you clumsy. Spencer hadn't even broken eye contact with JJ, seemingly enthralled in what she was saying. But there was a smirk on his face that you couldn't ignore. Maybe he wasn't as oblivious as you thought.

You didn't even get 5 seconds of recovery time before he attacked under the table again, this time firmly squeezing the flesh above your knee - causing you to squeal loudly and jump. Your knee collides with the bottom of the table causing a loud 'clunk!'.

All eyes were on you as you glared at Spencer, who was making no attempt at hiding the look of genuine amusement from his face. "Oh, Y/N, I didn't know you would be that ticklish!"

"Spencer!" You hissed, shooting him a look of betrayal.

"Ohhhh Y/N is ticklish?! How did I not know that! I'm kind of the tickle monster around here, you know" Emily winked and made ghostly tickle hands in your direction.

"Why is it fair that you always get to do the tickling? and I'm usually on the receiving end" Spencer grumbled, shooting out his slender arm, his fingers pinching your sides. You actually yelp and slap his hand on instinct. You didn't have time to speak before his grip landed on your lower ribs and began squeezing rapidy.

Oh no.

You squeal again and and an uncontrollable wave of giggles start to pour out of you, you wiggle around helplessly in your seat, partially paralysed by the shock of being tickled so purposefully. The sensation is so overwhelming that you forget even to be embarrassed. You manage to take a deep breath between giggles to yell "Oh my gohohd, stohop!!!"

Spencer's slender fingers retract immediately, and there's a round of excited giggles from the table. "I think Y/N might be the most ticklish on the team!" JJ exclaimed.

"Even worse than you, Spence" Added Emily.

"I hate you so much" You grumble in Spencers direction. "Ouch" He out his hands to his heart in faked offence. He had a broad toothy grin on his face as he said "Hey, since we finally learned something fun about you, we need to share it with the rest of the team"

Your mouth fell open. "Don't you da-"

"Derek, Hotch, Garcia get in here!" Emily yelled.

"No!" You hissed, your flustered blush already creeping back up your neck.

"Oh this is gonna be fun" JJ chuckled and gave you a reassuring wink and you sunk into your chair and covered your face with your hands yet again.

There may or may not have been an excited smile emerging beneath your fingers.

[fanficsandfluff]

THE VERY END OF CRIMINAL MINDS SEASON 9 EPISODE 18 THAT IS ALL

[im-outofideas]

know when to walk away. know when to run.

fandom: criminal minds

w/c: 1943

content: fluff very cartoony goofy fluff

summary: morgan bets reid he can't go a day without rambling. reid takes him up on it.

a/n: i got a little carried away with everything that wasn't the main course but i promise it is there towards the end. open to criticism ☝️, i am still new at this and looking to improve.

p.s the penelope rant was all me i am penelope.

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Derek was starting to feel guilty. To an outside observer, nothing seemed unusual. Reid was sitting across from him on the jet, reading some book in Russian. At least he thought it was Russian. When he asked Reid if it was, he made a face which indicated it was not actually Russian. Any other day he would've corrected Derek on the fact it was Ukrainian (which Derek had to find out after looking the book up on his phone - tedious.) Any other day Reid would passionately explain away a passage in the book that particularly interested him. But today he was completely silent.

It was really starting to get to Derek. And he could tell the kid knew he was getting to him. Spencer would check his watch every so often, glimpse at him with a smug ass look on his face, then go back to his book. It was infuriating.

-----

The unsub they had been dealing with was a bride-killer. He targeted women during their bachelorette parties days before the women were set to be married. The only reason for him to pick such high-profile, high-risk women is if it were a compulsion.

“Maybe he’d gotten cheated on during his own bride’s bachelorette party,” Rossi said.

“Wouldn't he have to stalk these women for weeks to know they were getting married?” JJ questioned.

“Not necessarily,” said Morgan. “Wearing a bride-to-be sash like the victims were would be like waving a red cape at a bull.”

“It’s a common misconception but actually, bulls are colorblind. So it doesn't really matter what color the matador waves - it’s the cape’s movement that elicits an aggressive charge response in the bull.”

“...”

Everyone stared at Reid in a silence that stretched for seemingly forever. He shrunk under their intense gaze.

“Um, Morgan’s metaphor still applies here, though.”

Derek laughed the way he always did right before he teased Reid.

“I bet he can’t go a day without saying some completely unrelated fun fact during the investigation. He just can’t help himself.”

“It wasn’t completely unrelated..” Reid mumbled shyly, before speaking to be heard. “I can. But where's the fun in that?”

“You wanna put money on that?”

"Ooh, careful Morgan. Gambling with a Vegas boy is bound to go wrong." Rossi joked.

“The stakes are too unclear. And there would be too many technicalities. We'd argue over what constitutes as irrelevant to the investigation, what counts as a fun fact..” he trailed off as he realized the stares and silence were back.

“Okay, pretty boy. New stakes. I bet you can’t go without talking for… at least twelve hours. About anything.”

“Can I make any noise?”

“Hmm. Nah.”

“How much money?”

“Reid, Morgan, focus up.” Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose indignantly. “We need Reid to talk until the investigation is over. Then you can wager on your own time.” Hotch brought everyone’s attention back to catching the killer. From over his copy of the case file, Reid mouthed to Morgan. You’re on.

-----

It started right after the unsub was processed. Immediately after. As in, while Morgan was putting the suspect in cuffs, he had turned to Reid and said, “50 bucks?”

“Sure,” he replied. “Starting when?” The local PD came to take the unsub away.

“Now?”

Reid smiled confidently in response.

“Great work, everybody.” Hotch walked up to the team huddled inside the killer’s home. “Let’s get out of here. I’m buying coffee. What does everyone want?”

Reid opened his mouth to say something before pursing his lips. This would be harder than he thought.

-----

On the jet ride home, Derek had been trying to goad Reid into saying something. He facetimed Penelope.

“Hey mama, I got a question for you. Here, let me put you on speaker.”

“Oh! I love questions. You know I know everything. What’s up?”

He looked at Reid smugly as he talked, even though the kid was fixated on his book. “Why exactly does ‘Doctor Who’ spend so much time in places that look exactly like Earth when he's got a whole universe to explore? There ain’t no way Earth is more interesting than the entire universe.”

Oh my. The look on Reid’s face was devastating. The only time Morgan would ever willingly discuss Doctor Who, he couldn’t join the conversation. Derek’s heart would’ve broken if he hadn’t found it hilarious.

“...okay. Sweetheart, first of all, he is not called ‘Doctor Who.’ He’s called ‘The Doctor.’ Okay?” Penelope sighed, agitated. Some relief washed over Reid’s face as if that was what he wanted to say.

“Doctor Who is the name of the show. His identity is a mystery and he just goes by The Doctor. So people and alienfolk all go ‘Huh? What do you mean? Doctor Who?’ and that’s why the show is called that. You wouldn't call Captain Kirk 'Star Trek: The Original Series.'" Reid was positively pouting.

"Second of all, I heard about the little challenge you placed unto our baby genius and I will have no part in his torture. Tata.” Penelope hung up the phone.

Derek frowned and put the phone in his pocket. “Damn… I really was curious. Do you mind answering my question?” he taunted Reid with a toothy grin. Reid scowled and returned to his book. A true miracle he had so much self control over his hand gestures.

-----

Two hours had passed slowly and silently. It wasn’t fun anymore. Morgan had seen Reid perk up at least three times to infodump about the books he’s read during the flight, before he caught himself. Each time he was stupidly dejected afterward. Morgan didn’t love it. He hated it. The kid had been shut up his entire life by his peers and bullies. And now by his friends. His heart was actually starting to ache seeing his friend’s gaze become more and more distant.

“Hey, kid. Let’s just call it off.”

Spencer met his eyes and raised a brow.

“I wanna hear about the story. Genuinely.”

Spencer looked down at his watch, then crossed his arms. Morgan scoffed.

“Seriously, you want the 50 dollars that bad? There’s still an hour left before we land.” He didn't want to see Reid be depressed for the entire remainder of the flight. And the longer it went, it seemed less likely he'd be up for talking even after the time limit. Morgan couldn't handle that.

“C’mon man, it’s unhealthy for a brain to store so much information without an outlet. You’ll explode.”

Spencer smiled and huffed out of his nose. His eyes went wide. He awkwardly looked over to the side at nothing.

“..Was that a noise?” Spencer frowned and shook his head. A figmental lightbulb went off over Derek’s head.

He walked over to sit side-by-side with Spencer, who eyed him cautiously. He sighed. Maybe it was inappropriate to play dirty, but Spencer wasn't exactly giving him an option.

“Listen, we can do this the easy way. Where you open your mouth right now and call me an asshole for ever suggesting this stupid bet in the first place. Or we can do this, uh…” he grinned impishly, wiggling the fingers of one of his hands. “..the hard way.”

Spencer’s jaw clenched at the implication. He braved a face of nonchalance and for a moment, Derek thought maybe he wasn’t even ticklish. Or maybe he didn’t think Derek would actually do it. They were in front of their boss after all, their unit chief of the Federal Bureau of Investigation Behavioral Analysis Unit. Not in grade school.

But then Derek saw the red of his ears slowly make its way down to his cheeks and decided he couldn’t help himself. Plus, the kid wasn’t talking.

"Okay, have it your way."

It was childish, Derek would be the first to admit it. But he’d kill two birds with one stone. End the bet, and get Reid to smile a bit.

He wiggled an index finger lightly at the side of Spencer’s neck, which immediately got trapped. Spencer reached up to pull the hand out, before his wrist was snatched and Derek clawed at his ribs.

To Derek’s surprise, Spencer stayed quiet. His physical reaction, however, made up for it. He jerked and contorted so hard his back ended up on the seat of his chair. One leg curled up to protect the attacked side, while the other sprawled over Derek.

He kept his lips and eyes shut so tight they quivered.

“You’re kidding.” Derek was indignant. This was the most stubborn he’d ever seen him. “You can’t keep this up for an hour.”

After spending some time there, he moved up into his underarm. Spencer broke out into an open mouth grin and another spasm. But still no noise.

Derek let go of his wrist - bicep burning from Spencer's struggle against him - to use both his hands to tickle. Something happened that completely bewildered him.

Spencer was laughing. He was trembling, his stomach was tense, and his throat bobbed as it always did when he laughed. But it was silent. How the hell was he doing that? Why was he just taking it? Is he really going to endure this torture for the rest of the flight?

If he could, oh man. There was no way in hell Derek would stop. This was a much better sight than the sad quiet Spencer from earlier. He just wished he could hear it.

Derek was broken out of his thoughts when he saw tears fall from Spencer’s eyes, which suddenly looked much more desperate. He was turning a concerning shade of red. The drawback of silent laughter finally registered in Derek’s brain.

“Woah Jesus, kid! Breathe!” Derek immediately stilled his hands, reaching instead to grab hold of Reid’s face. It was hot to the touch. He quickly wiped away Reid's tears, which felt a bit intimate, but he didn't want the team to see he had accidentally tickled their greatest asset into crying. He figured Reid wouldn't want them to see either.

Derek helped him sit upright. Spencer breathed hard, a smile gracing his face as he peacefully closed his eyes in relief and weariness. His lips shaped in a circle to steady his breathing.

Absolutely infuriating. He would have passed out before he lost. It was a battle of wills, and even when Derek held all the cards, he folded first.

He wondered why Spencer was going so far for something so dumb. If he was trying to prove something to himself, to his team, to all the bullies who shut him up, Morgan would never live down the guilt. He hoped it was as simple as Reid just being a competitive little shit.

He groaned. “Okay, fine! You win, Spencer. You proved your point. You know how to stay quiet. Hell, not even I could…" he cleared his throat. "..uh, the point is, you won. You can have the 50 bucks. Please just talk to me.”

Spencer was still panting, the smile on his face seemed permanent. “You're.. an asshole,” he breathed. “And a cheater.”

“Yeah, I know.” Derek laughed.

“I still won, though. Whew."

“Yeah, yeah..” Relief. He was a competitive little shit.

"Can't believe you couldn't take just three hours of me not talking! You must really love learning."

He scoffed. "Whatever." Alright. The kid was starting to get cocky.

“Hasn't anyone ever told you cheaters never prosper?"

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.” He pinched at his side and Spencer laughed. Audibly, this time. Garcia would call it a swoon-worthy sound. Maybe those were his words.

He pulled out his government issued wallet before his hand was stopped. “Oh. I don’t actually want your money.”

“A bet’s a bet, Reid. You earned it fair and square.”

“You wouldn’t take it if you had won.” Spencer smiled. “Just buy me a coffee when we land. I didn’t get any earlier.”

Derek shrugged. If he took any lesson away from this, it was that the doctor was stubborn. “Alright, fine by me.”

“And listen when I say the whole point of the Doctor’s archetype is to love Earth - specifically humanity - and for logistical reasons it’s just more convenient for the setting to be on Earth or on a planet that resembles Cardiff, Wales..” Here we go. Spencer rambled on, speaking quickly and more with his hands than anything. Derek rolled his eyes, but he sat back and listened.

[kourtniwritesagain]

I was the one who asked for the criminal minds hc but the one person I was interested in hearing a hc for was Spencer Reid. I totally understand if it would be difficult to do because you’re not into the fandom anymore.

Oh I can totally do some hc's for Dr. Ticklish Beyond Reason Spencer Reid.

Spencer is obviously canonically ticklish on his torso (PRENTISS POKED HIM AND HE REACTED LIKE THE DORK HE IS, HE'S TICKLISH, DAMNIT). He's suuuuuuper ticklish on his ribs and hips. He's a super genius, and he always attempts to think his way out of being ticklish, but his brain short circuits every time he's tickled. He was rarely tickled as a child. He was extremely bullied in school, he roomed alone during college, and he never gave tickling a second thought when he entered adulthood.

Until he met Derek Morgan.

It was their second case, and it had gone pretty great, so the team was very happy and relaxed on the plane ride back to Virginia. JJ, Derek, and Emily were playfully poking and prodding one another. Emily and Derek ganged up on JJ, causing Spencer to blush furiously as he watched his new teammates tickle each other. Derek noticed, asked why he was blushing, to which Spencer just spluttered facts about torture. Not even being able to say the word tickling, though. Derek smirked, asking Spencer if he was ticklish. At Spencer's crazy red face, Derek then proceeded to use every variation of the word 'tickle.' Gideon then helpfully added that Spencer was indeed very ticklish, especially on his ribs. Spencer turned wide and betrayed eyes on Gideon, but could do nothing more as Derek decided to test that declaration.

Gideon had been spot on. Spencer was tickled nonstop for the rest of the flight. Hotch hadn't intervened at all, despite Spencer's pleads. Hotch had actually stated that this was a type of hazing he'd allow.

Spencer isn't a ler, but he playfully goose his teammates sides when he knows he can get away with it. Being the youngest on the team, and seriously just freaking adorable, Spencer is prone to being on the receiving end of many tickle attacks. Derek and Penelope being his two biggest attackers.

He'll never admit it (unless he's forced to), but Spencer actually loves being tickled. He's always so carefully put together, and he's used to having to fight for everything in his life. It's nice to lose control every so often.

[hotwritergf]

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.

[nhasablogg]

Tenderly, until all sound disappears

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Reid/Morgan, The BAU

Summary: Reid feels insecure about the scars on his feet.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Heavy topics that are depicted in a lighter way. No heavy trauma unless you read between the lines and know what happened to the characters. Scars and mentions of injuries. Also feet. And tickles.

(Read it on AO3)

Reid rarely had reasons to be barefoot. Shoes at work and slippers at home and socks, always socks, unless he slept, and when he slept he never gave much thought to it all anyway.

But he never forgot about the scars, and so when Morgan suggested they all go on a beach vacation it had been the one and only thing he’d been thinking of. Even as he said yes. Even as he packed. Loafers that wouldn’t work in the Florida humidity and converse knock-offs for when the team would raise their eyebrows and sandals because he wasn’t stupid. He knew he would overheat. He knew the beach wouldn’t work with his other shoes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your knees before,” Prentiss said, bending over to poke at Morgan’s leg.

He swatted her away. “Don’t be weird about it.”

“I also don’t think I’ve ever seen Spencer’s elbows.”

Reid snorted, rubbing a hand subconsciously over his arm. The sun was merciless, but Garcia had assured them their hotel would be close to the beach. “Barely five minutes,” and to her credit she was mostly right. Six minutes and 37 seconds from the hotel lobby, but they were many and slow; pausing to laugh or talk or trip each other up like teenagers. Reid always wondered if their interactions outside of work ever made Hotch - or Rossi for that matter - view them differently, but he had a feeling Hotch only enjoyed their humanity. His attire for this trip was more ridiculous than Reid’s shoes by the way - a white button up, short sleeved yet much too warm. He’d trade it for a cheap hawaii shirt by the end of the day. Rossi would take countless pictures.

“There we go,” Garcia said as they finally reached the beach. “See, I told you it was close.”

Sand was already in Reid’s shoes - he’d opted for the converse knock-offs, though he had his sandals in his bag. His shirt, a colorful number that was breezy enough, was already clinging to his torso. He wasn’t surprised when his teammates struggled out of their clothes as if they stung, Morgan and Prentiss and, surprisingly, Rossi running toward the water immediately, with Garcia slightly behind (she’d taken great care in picking her chair, her towel laid out and bag in the middle of it). He, JJ and Hotch stayed behind, all three slightly uncomfortable, although JJ eventually slid out of her sundress and started applying more sunscreen to her arms. Hotch sat down on his sunbed without removing any clothing, but Reid could recognize a lost battle when he saw one and peeled his clothes off until he was only in his pink swimming trunks.

“You guys getting in?” Prentiss called out from where she was waddling into the water, which was still only up to her thigh. Reid could see Morgan and Garcia all but drowning each other behind her, and knew she would get pulled in soon unless she hurried. He wasn’t sure he wanted to join her on that.

“Soon,” he said, but JJ stood and brushed sand off herself before tossing the sunscreen bottle in his direction with a stern look.

He snorted and leaned back in his sunbed, grateful for the shade of the parasol as he started applying the lotion to his legs, pausing to add an extra layer to his scar on his thigh which he knew was more sensitive. He refused to check if Hotch was watching him.

The thing was, they were all full of scars. Even Garcia, who spent most of her time behind computer screens in a locked room. Spencer shouldn’t be feeling self conscious about them, and mostly he didn’t. Not the scar on his thigh from when he got shot. Or the one on his side from when he got stabbed. Or, god forbid, the stupid one from his one and only childhood trip to the ER. But the ones on his feet were different. They were rarely visible to him. They weren’t even his most recent ones. And yet.

And yet.

As he applied the sunscreen to his arms he wondered briefly if he should do the same to the soles of his feet. The sun would, at a later point in the day, be aimed directly at them if he kept them up facing the sea. Feet were tricky. The skin was rougher but also much more sensitive. People could be fine walking across gravel without shoes (for shorter periods of time) yet recoiled if a finger gently brushed over the bottom of them. Reid wasn’t sure what the protocol was when it came to sun and feet. He wasn’t sure why he was even thinking about it.

“You want some?”

He held up the bottle for Hotch to see, but he shook his head. “I already put some on at the hotel.”

Reid nodded and decided he couldn’t ask his boss to help apply some to his back, so he stood with the bottle still in his hand, slowly making his way to the others. The sand was hot, but it was still early enough that it didn’t hurt too bad. Pentiss had been pulled in and was in the midst of attacking Morgan when he approached, the two of them yelling, with Garcia and JJ minding their business behind them.

“Hey,” he said, aiming for Garcia’s attention but alerting Morgan instead, even through all the yelling.

“What do you need, pretty boy?” He was almost glittering in the sun, from the water and the salt. Reid had to blink twice.

“Sunscreen,” he said stupidly.

But Morgan understood. “On your back?”

“Yeah.”

“On it. Here, watch her.” He shoved Prentiss gently in JJ’s direction, who caught her with a laugh. “Careful, she bites.”

Garcia laughed. “Oh, because you’re entirely harmless.”

“Sure I am. I’m super gentle. Right, Reid?”

“Right.”

“Just watch this. I will apply the sunscreen so softly Reid won’t know what hit him.”

Prentiss waved her hand at him. “God, stop making everything sound creepy.”

“You were the one who scrutinized my knees earlier.”

“That was different.”

Morgan scoffed and exited the water. Reid made a point to look anywhere but on him.

Okay so. Sharing a room with him was not a coincidence. This was- god, Reid didn’t know what it was. Not yet. All he knew was that Morgan was as gentle when he held him as he was when he was applying the sunscreen. All he knew was that when they kissed Reid was, for once in his life, left speechless.

But this was new. This was fragile. This was a secret, although he knew they all knew. Had probably known for longer than he and Morgan had.

He felt himself flush when Morgan lingered on his lower back, making sure the sunscreen got all over the area. He was the reason they’d run late that morning and hadn’t had time to do this at the hotel after all. Reid leaned into the touch and hoped his blush was only on his face, which he could duck easily so that Hotch couldn’t see it. But he seemed busy yelling something to Rossi, who was returning from the swim he’d been on.

“It’s pretty shallow until it isn’t,” he was saying as he ventured out of the water. “Better be careful.”

“Will do, mom,” Prentiss said and JJ hid her face in her neck to hide the laughter Reid knew was pouring out of her.

He caught Rossi rolling his eyes, but he was smiling almost fondly as he joined Hotch by the sunbeds. “It’s not too cold,” he told him, voice just loud enough for Reid to hear it.

“Turn around,” Morgan said, giving Reid’s shoulders a squeeze. Reid did, not protesting when he started applying it to his chest even though he’d already done it himself. He cleared his throat, which made Morgan grin, and for a exhilarating second Reid wondered if he was going to get through this vacation with his dignity intact.

And then Morgan’s fingers found his stomach and he knew he wouldn’t.

He grabbed for his hands. “I’ve already put some there,” he said, but the damage was done when he laughed. He was exposed and slippery and nervous, so of course he laughed. Of course Morgan didn’t let that do.

“Oh, but I don’t think you’ve done it properly,” he said, freeing his hands easily. “See here? You totally missed a spot.” He curled his fingers over Reid’s side, the one that had never been injured and therefore was crazy ticklish, and Reid wasn’t gone per se, but he was definitely making noises he’d never wanted his team to hear.

“Okay, okay!” he giggled, shoving Morgan off. “Not now.” Not here.

Morgan was laughing too. “All right, you’re all set.”

“Thank you.” Reid rubbed at the spot Morgan had just tickled. “Should I do you?”

Morgan shrugged. “I’m not ticklish.”

“The sunscreen, Derek. Also I know you are.”

“Am not.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re playing with fire now.”

“Back of your knees-”

“Shut up.”

“Lower ribs-”

Morgan suddenly picked him up and started running toward the water, and Reid only had a second to brace for impact before he was in it, still in Morgan’s arms. Rossi had definitely been lying about the water not being cold.

*

Later, post lunch, the sun too high to be beneath it and their bodies too tired from the swimming and the games (even Hotch had joined). Reid was sprawled out on his sunbed, all of them clustered together so that he had a direct view of Prentiss playing with JJ’s fingers when she thought no one could see. He turned his head to his left, feeling bad for having seen it. Hotch was half-sitting in his chair, nodding at something Rossi was saying. His whole upper body was full of scars of all sizes. Reid found he couldn’t stop staring. He couldn’t imagine Hotch felt self conscious of them, but they carried much more trauma than most of Reid’s. He felt silly.

He caught Rossi’s glance from Hotch’s other side and promptly looked away, but not before seeing how he was rubbing Hotch’s wrist ever so slightly.

Apparently they were all carrying secrets that were so very poorly kept.

He turned to his left where Garcia was reading. On her left, Morgan, returning from the corner store across the street with icy cold water for them all. He looked so good in the sun, sunglasses on, smiling slightly when he saw that Reid was looking at him.

Reid pulled his feet down as he passed on instinct, which naturally made him stop in his tracks.

“You scared I’m gonna tickle you again?” he teased, dropping one of the waters to grab for his foot that was now hanging off the side of the sunbed.

“No, no,” Reid replied, although he pulled his foot away before Morgan could fully touch it. Not that it was very far away from his reach - Reid could only bend his body so much.

“Mm, you’re not really convincing me right now.” He was quicker this time, managing to get a hold of Reid’s ankle before Reid could react, only the force with which he pulled it free again surprised them both.

“Don’t.” He wasn’t laughing and Morgan could sense the desperation.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” He picked up the bottle he’d dropped and handed all of them out before returning to Reid with the last one. “Can I sit?” Reid still had his feet hanging off the chair, out of reach, and so there was plenty of space for them both.

He nodded and Morgan settled on the foot of the sunbed. “Sorry if I crossed a boundary.”

Reid averted his gaze. “It’s fine.”

Morgan tilted his head. “Is it?”

They’d not reached this part yet. Reid had hoped they would’ve done so in private.

“It’s not the tickling.” Although he couldn’t deny that in another life, before Tobias Hankel, similar, much more playful versions of this scenario would occur, as Reid was pretty ticklish on his feet. “Not fully.”

“No?” The teasing lilt to his voice didn’t match the concern on his face.

Reid shook his head. “Later. Please.”

Morgan nodded and patted his knee, lingering for a second too long for it to appear casual, but no one said anything had they noticed.

*

Even later, when the sun had set and showers had been had and dinner had been consumed, Reid finally showed Morgan his scarred soles.

“I don’t know why, but they make me feel insecure,” he admitted. Mogan was holding one of his feet so very gently, inspecting the scars as Reid spoke, although his gaze kept flickering from the foot to Reid’s face.”That’s why I withdrew my foot. I just do it automatically. I’m not used to them being entirely bare.”

Morgan hummed. “I understand, but baby-” He’d never called him baby before. “There’s nothing to be insecure about.”

“I know.”

Morgan dropped his foot and scooted closer to him. “See this?” He was pointing to a scar on his shoulder. “You remember that case? The guy who kidnapped couples?”

“Sure, yeah.” He remembered Morgan being shot. Morgan writhing in pain and telling Reid to leave so that he wouldn’t get shot as well.

“And this?” He extended his arm and showed Reid the faint scar on the inside of his elbow. “From a knife.”

Reid traced the outline of the scar. He couldn’t remember how this injury had happened, but he reckoned it hadn’t been as serious as being shot.

Morgan shifted his weight. “Can I touch it?” His hand was hovering over the scar on his side.

Reid nodded and watched as he traced the skin with his finger before leaning down to press a kiss to it, making him tense up before he relaxed again. He did the same with the scar on his thigh, and the one on his arm, all the while making sure it was okay. He placed his hand on Reid’s shin as a silent question, waiting for him to nod before grabbing his foot again.

“So you are a little ticklish, huh?” Morgan laughed, tracing the scars with the tip of his finger. “That part was true.”

Reid covered his face with his hands and willed himself not to kick Morgan off of him. “Oh god.”

“Be still. I have to finish tracing all the scars. Can’t have them feeling neglected.”

The difference between this and Tobias Hankel was huge, but mostly Reid felt no fear now. It tickled and he was vulnerable, but he trusted Morgan enough to let go of that control even for just a moment. Even as he finished tracing and leaned in to kiss the skin, which was weird and strangely intimate and still very ticklish. 

“I’m sorry you got hurt enough that you have scars,” he said, finally dropping the foot. “But they’re part of you now, and every part of you is beautiful.”

Reid had to smile. “That’s so cheesy.”

Morgan let out a laugh. “What can I say, I’m a romantic at heart.”

“Sure you are.”

“Of course I am.” A hand on Reid’s knee, warm and gentle. “I’ll prove it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You won’t know what hit you, Spencer Reid.”

*

Much later, when the sun had been up for hours and they were all dozing off in their sunbeds, Reid placed his feet on Morgan’s lap.

[laughterisorange]

FIT TEST

A Criminal Minds Tickle Fic

(Post S9ep18, no spoilers dw)

Lee: Morgan

Lers: Reid and Garcia

Enjoy ~

“I kinda already had your fit test waved.”

Garcia stilled, sharing a glance with Reid, both of them panting on the turf. 

“What?” Reid said.

Garcia sat up higher as Morgan continued. “Yeah, Baby Girl, think about it - you’re not even in the field.” 

Morgan nodded over at Reid. “And Pretty Ricky, you already got enough case hours to qualify.” Reid slowly looked over at Garcia, who mirrored his incredulity. 

Morgan chuckled with a grin. “This was just a good time for me,” Morgan said.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Garcia stated quietly.

“If I can manage to lift my arms, I’ll hold him down.”

“I’m regaining strength.”

Morgan, still wearing a shit eating grin, keeps talking. “I told you you should have said something -” Garcia begins to rise up unsteadily to her feet. 

“ - I said - Hey, uh-uh hey -” Morgan moves back, suddenly realizing he’s about to be attacked. “Oh, oh oh,” Morgan bounces back on the turf dodging out of the way of Garcia’s swinging arms, as she charges him, Reid close behind once he stumbles upright. “You’re gettin it now!” Garcia growls at him, but she’s grinning too.

Morgan runs backwards shuffling out of the way again with Garcia in hot pursuit, yelling at him all the while.

Reid runs up, cutting Morgan off from his escape, and Morgan dives to the side to get away. “Get him!”

Morgan rolls between the two of them, misjudging his momentum and ending on his back as the two agents clamber on top of him.

“I’m gonna kill you!” Garcia yells.

Reid hits him in the leg, as Garcia goes straight for his ribs, digging and causing Morgan to flinch with a laugh.

“Oh, you like that,” Reid asks playfully, digging in behind his knees himself.

Morgan guffaws, attempting to shove them off, but to no avail, the two demons beginning their merciless attacks, strength restored.

“AHahaha, Ehehehehe!”

“How about here, huh? Huh?” Garcia scribbles on his stomach through his shirt, and Derek practically yips, before dissolving into giggles.

“Nahahaha Babe- ehehehe baby girl, dohohon’t!”

“Ohhh what the big bad Derek Morgan can’t take some tickling?!” Reid teased.

“Youhuhu’re the one to tahahahalk!”

“Oooo that is it,” Reid pulled himself up closer to Morgan’s hips.

“Get him Reid, make him eat his words!”

“No - nononono - do not, Reid, Reheheid I swear - Dah - DOHOHOHON’T!” 

Reid barely wasted a glance at Morgan, sealing his impending doom with sharp squeezes to his hips, relentless and quick.

Morgan was in hysterics. Garcia, teasing at his neck and collarbones, while Reid switched back and forth from his hips to digging in between his ribs. The Good Doctor sure knew his way around bones.

“Yeild!” Morgan shouted, “I yield, I yield!”

Garcia and Reid slowed their fingers, and got up. “Think he learned his lesson?” Reid asked Garcia, the two looking down at the still panting substitute trainer. 

“Oh yeah, he’s not gonna try anything.” 

Morgan looked at them from his spot on the ground, sitting up. “You… have ten seconds to run.”

“Spoke too soon!” Garcia and Reid raced off, Morgan chuckling at them before pushing himself to his feet. He shook his head with a mirthful huff, jogging after them. He’d catch up eventually.

———

I have been binging Criminal Minds for the past 3 months, watching it for the first time, and was inspired to write this Drabble, seeing the out scene of that episode. Too perfect of a setup to pass up! 🧡

[potatohater]

Oh come on kid, loosen up

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid (Hotch in background)

Words: 327

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“Hey–” Spencer jerked to the side after he felt a few pokes landing on his sides and ribs, he tried to mask every suspicion it could cause by rubbed his torso as if someone just hurt him

This someone was nobody but Derek Morgan

“Hold on pretty boy, what was that?” Derek quirked his eyebrow and smirked at younger man next to him

“Nothing..?” Reid’s tone was more of a question than an answer, but by seeing mischievous gleam in Morgan’s eyes he decided to take a step back “You just startled me, that’s all” he said, looking at papers in front of him, refusing to make an eye contact

It was the end of the day in BAU, and almost everybody had left but two agents finishing their paperwork, and Hotch sitting in his office overtime like always

“Oh come on kid, loosen up” Morgan’s face stretched in a grin as he brushed his fingers under Spencer’s chin, his grin turned into fond smile as he heard a few giggles coming out of smaller man. Spencer slapped his hand, trying to get away

“Don’t–“ He was cut off again by the quiet stream of laughter coming out of his mouth when Derek tickled his ribs again, chuckling along side with him

“I didn’t even know you could laugh” Morgan teased, putting his hands away and receiving an elbow to his side “Oof” he faked his pain

Reid’s face was lightly pink on his cheeks and ears, and you couldn’t even see what changed, but Derek could tell it by the sparkle in his eyes, and small smile melting on his lips

“Didn’t want to interrupt, but you should be home by now” Hotch’s voice rang through office, making both agents jump

Spencer’s blush grew darker and Morgan bared his teeth in a smile, seeing Hotch looking at them with a fond and amused smile on his own face

Derek is gonna let him go,, for now

[infrequent-creator]

Matthew Grey Gubler's - Perfect woman

I know you see what I see on that list I swear to god this man is so freaking sweet I can't even stand it. I'm going to cry. My favorites from this are

"Voluptuous figure is a plus"

"Must be tolerant of tickle torture" SIR PLS 🙈

"I have soft hands I I love autumn"

"I want to make you smile till it hurts"