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[kt-the-lee]

Yours Forever - A Criminal Minds Tickle Fanfic (Emily x JJ)

IMPORTANT INFORMATION , PLEASE READ BEFORE THE FIC:

ok. so. i did not write this fanfic. my wonderful and amazing partner is not in the community, nor affiliated with twords in any way. one day, i got the courage to explain the Whole Thing™️ to them, and i have created a Monster. they’ve taken it so on board in our everyday life and, perhaps even more flusteringly, they have started writing tword fic. and oh my GOD you guys - they get it. they’ve gotten too good at it. i seriously need you to all bear in mind when you read this how insane it is that the person who wrote this fic ISN’T. IN. THE. COMMUNITY.

just emphasising once again that i did not write this fic, but have been given explicit and enthusiastic consent to share with you all. thank you all in advance for reading and i hope you enjoy!! <3

The door crashed open with a bang so loud it made Emily jump, JJ never slammed the doors. Sitting up from the couch, she craned her neck to get a good view down the hallway to see what was happening. She immediately saw how exhausted JJ looked and how aggressively she was throwing her keys and shoes away.

"Baby? Are you okay?" she called to her concernedly. She didn't get a reply however until the blonde came storming into the living room and threw herself down beside her girlfriend, her face like thunder. 

"Never leave me with those assholes ever again." she huffed, leaning into the cushions.

"That bad? I'm sorry sweetheart, as soon as my ankle is fixed up I'll be out in the field again and you wont have to be with just the guys, promise." she assured, gently kissing her knuckles.

"You better keep that promise otherwise I'm shooting them." she glared at the ground. Emily couldn't help but chuckle softly to herself, JJ was so cute when she was grumpy like this it reminded her of an angry puppy. 

"Come here honey, you can tell me all about how awful men are while I hold you." she offered, opening her arms with a loving smile. JJ didn't have to be told twice as she snuggled into Emily's arms almost instantly, letting out a heavy sigh. 

As she began letting out all the frustrations of the last few days, the brunette started lightly caressing her arms to soothe her. She saw it working as JJ melted more and more into her embrace, eventually she took Emily's hand and placed it on her waist without breaking her torrent of insults toward their team. With a smile, she continued her light caressing on her lover's waist and lower back. 

JJ could feel her chest growing lighter and lighter as she vented all her frustrations out while focussing on the gentle tingling left in the wake of her girlfriend's fingers. The warmth of her embrace paired with the light prickling across her skin was alleviating the several days of stress as though it were a spell. By the time she had let out what was weighing her down, she realised how bored she was. 

"I feel so much better already but god I'm bored. Spending that long with just work to think about has been mind numbing." she sighed, tucking her long hair behind her shoulders. 

"I'll tell you what, if you go get changed into something comfy I'll find a way to make you laugh, deal?" she smiled down at her. JJ agreed and gave her a gentle kiss before scurrying off to get changed. While she was gone, Emily took the time to rearrange the cushions so that there was enough space for them to lie beside each other comfortably. It was a few short minutes before the blond returned wearing one of her lover's oversized shirts as pyjamas and sat down beside her.

"What's your plan to get me to laugh then?" she asked as Emily turned the TV on. 

"We'll find out wont we, come here." she beckoned her to lay in her arms, spooning her warmly. 

Her hands rested still on JJ's stomach while they watched TV, the perfect distraction for her plan to work. When she was sure her lover was relaxed, she ran her fingers delicately over her torso in very precise movements. The slight fidgeting told her what she was doing was working, so she decided to ramp it up a little more. She subtly slid her hands under the shirt, under the guise of caressing her skin, until her hands were back against her stomach where her fingers made nimble work of finding the most sensitive parts of her midriff. Skin twitched under each gentle drag of her nails, stifled giggles widened her mischievous grin and supressed fidgeting pressed their bodies close.

"I know what you're doing, you're not sly." JJ chuckled.

"Damn, you caught me... I guess that means I don't have to be subtle anymore doesn't it." she grinned before tightening her grip on her girlfriend and  tickling every inch of sensitive skin her practiced fingers could reach. Instantly the room was filled with JJ's laughter and playful squeals and Emily's equally playful growls and taunts. 

"I've got you now, you're stuck mwahaha!" she laughed, leaning round to kiss her neck wherever she could reach.

"Ah! That tickles too! Emily! You monster!" she cried between fits of laughter, uncontrollably writhing in Emily's vice like grip. Her feeble attempts to pry her hands away only resulted in more tickling and it wasn't long before she gave up trying, submitting to the torrent of affection. Her mind slowly began to rid itself of thought, her muscles shaking off all her stress and every laugh expelling the exasperation weighing her down. She hadn't imagined this would be her lover's way of making her laugh but there was no denying it was working, and there was no part of her that wanted the carefree joy to leave her just yet. She simply couldn't keep herself still as every inch of her skin was exploding under her touch and the feeling of her lips against her neck was doing nothing but fill her mind with love for her. 

"I told you I'd make you laugh!" cheered Emily through her own laughter.

"Shut it! Ahh! You're evil! You're evil Emily!" she yelped between laughter and attempting to catch her breath. 

"I know, I'm just the worst aren't I." she agreed sarcastically, pressing her fingers into her waist, which sent JJ into even louder laughter and joyful screaming. It was her favourite sound in the world, the pure joy of the woman she loved more than anything and knowing she had cried out almost every possible expletive yet had avoided anything to tell her to stop. 

"Okay you win! I surrender I surrender, white flag white flag!" she called out, waving one of her hands to signal her. In a second, Emily stopped and kissed her on the cheek. 

"Feeling better?" she asked with a smile. JJ nodded with an even bigger smile and rolled over to face her lover. 

"I am, but nothing feels better than revenge." she grinned before jabbing her own hands into Emily's sides and causing her to explode into laughter.

"JJ! You tricked me! You sneak!" she squealed, unable to reach her hands to get her off. 

"Now who's winning!" she laughed evilly, having managed to catch her breath. It was equally fun attacking her lover as it was having her hands all over her. 

Emily's mind was running wild at the unexpected attack, however she knew she wouldn't tell her to stop, not while she was having so much fun so soon after her terrible few days with the men. She wasn't half as ticklish as the blond but she loved making her smile and laugh so she played up her reactions for her, just to make her feel more powerful. She began to squirm under her beautiful girlfriend, smiling lovingly up at her wonderful grin. Still playing up her reactions, she couldn't feel a thing inside her except for how much she loved that smile. The way her hair fell either side of her face, the way her cheeks grew pink and the way her blue eyes seemingly glowed whenever she was having fun was entirely intoxicating and she could never imagine loving anyone or anything else even half as much. 

A minute or so later, she called a truce and sat up to catch her breath. JJ snuggled up to her, still beaming and thanked her for helping her to feel better. They stayed cuddled on the couch and watching TV for a few more hours until their eyelids were growing too heavy to stay in the living room. Upon moving to bed, they crawled lovingly into each others embrace and quickly drifted off feeling happy and relaxed.

[giggle-bee]

Can I get some ler JJ headcanons?

I had to pause for a second and go “who tf is JJ” but then my brain started working

ler!JJ

First of all, do I have to mention nails

She keeps them long but manicured well and she uses them as tickly weapons

I think she is a very subtly teasy ler, she’ll say things in a quiet tone of voice that only you can hear

She won’t verbally compliment you but her loving smile tells you all you need to know about how adorable you look under her fingers

She likes to give soft tickles as a comfort, like maybe tracing up and down your sides or back when you’re sitting or laying next to her on the plane

If you like arm tickles or back tickles to relax, she’s your girl

She won’t get your worst spots immediately, she’ll work up to it

Definitely lighter with her touch, you won’t see her squeezing sides or poking out of the blue. She tends to use scribbles and scratches a lot more

She may be a quiet ler, but this doesn’t mean she’s not teasy

Eye contact his her biggest weapon

You can see exactly what she’s going to do from her playful but mischievous expression

And exactly how much fun you’re going to have :)

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 26: Favorite Spot

fandom: criminal minds

word count: 780

pairing: JJ x reader (romantic)

summary: JJ finds out you're ticklish during your first date.

You sat side by side with JJ, drinking wine and lazily watching the movie you’d put on to get rid of the awkward silence.

Everyone who knew you knew you’d been crushing on her since the moment you met her—everyone except JJ. Which you suppose you were thankful for, at first. After a while, though, you were trying to make your feelings as painfully obvious as you could without completely yelling out that you liked her, but JJ still wasn’t getting it.

It took Penelope graciously inserting your name into their conversations to figure out what her feelings towards you even were. You were thankful to find out that she had been crushing on you, too, albeit silently. A weight had been lifted from your shoulders and the next day, you asked her out on a date.

Now, the two of you sat on your couch after a delightful and fun dinner, not sure of much else to say now that you were alone in the quietness of your living room.

You were stiff as a board—not being able to relax as you sat next to her. JJ must have noticed because she nudged your arm with her elbow, prompting you to look at her.

“Are you okay?” She asked. You swallowed the bit of wine you’d just consumed and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s just… different now. I’m nervous,” You chuckled quietly, eyes locked onto your wine glass. Shaking your head, you added, “Sorry. It’s stupid.”

JJ placed a hand on your knee. “It’s not stupid. It’s normal to be nervous on a date.”

“I know, but I’ve known you for a while. I shouldn’t be this nervous to talk to you. We talk all the time.”

“Like you said: it’s different now. But different doesn’t have to be a bad thing. I had a great time tonight,” She squeezed the top of your knee comfortingly, but was taken aback by the jolt of your leg and the way you leaned forward with a squeak. She pulled away quickly. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay! I—uh… you just… it tickled,” You stuttered out, hiding your face in your free hand. “God, that’s so embarrassing.”

JJ reached forward to sit her half empty glass on the coffee table, turning to you with a genuine grin on her face. “You? Ticklish? Now, that’s something I never thought I’d see.”

“I don’t just hand out that sort of infor-MATION!” You squealed for a second time as JJ pinched your knee muscle again. “JJ!”

She snickered, taking your glass and placing it next to hers. “That’s just adorable. Where else are you ticklish?” She asked, her fingers sneaking over to your sides. She wiggled them into the soft skin, smiling wider at your tipsy giggles.

“Wahahait! JJ!” You protested, curling up into a ball. Her hands found every inch of ticklish skin they could, slipping past your defenses.

“What? I had to get you to open up somehow! Your way less tense and nervous, now,” JJ teased you, squeezing at your ribs. You fell over into her lap, unable to have any control of your body.

“Ahaha!! Ohokay! You’re rihihight!” You agreed, sucking in a deep breath once you realized JJ had stopped tickling you. Still, you stayed put in her lap, letting out your residual giggles before looking up at her. “That was mean.”

“Mean and cute. I love your laugh,” She said softly, a genuineness to her tone that you had no choice but to believe her. You blushed once again, your grin never faltering.

“Thanks.”

“But what I love more than your laugh is your little squeaks when I tickle you here. This is my favorite spot,” JJ continued, leaning forward to pinch your knees again. You squeaked as she had described, barking out a laugh. You slapped her hands away out of instinct, groaning once you heard her snickering at you.

“Don’t you ever tell anyone about this. I’ll never forgive you,” You fake scowled at her, sitting up and facing her once more.

“I make no such promises. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t tease you like this on the plane or at the round table?” JJ laughed, poking you in the stomach. You flinched and glared at her playfully.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to find my favorite spot of yours, then,” You smirked with self-satisfaction. JJ laughed, but you could hear the nerves.

“Well, it’s too bad I’m not ticklish.”

“Mhm, right. We’ll see about that,” You said before pouncing on her, mercilessly squeezing at her sides. Of course, JJ was lying. She was ticklish—maybe even more so than you.

[sillyfeathers]

Vulnerability (Emily x JJ)

Vulnerability Characters: Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau (romantic)

Emily Prentiss is has been fighting battles every day, and she still finds it remarkable how JJ can quell the cruellest conflicts.

A/N: first pride month fic <3 that has not been proofread well I love them your honour

Moments like this were rare.

Moments where there wasn’t a case, or trauma, or fear. All of that existed outside of the little bubble Emily Prentiss was pulled into when the door latch of her office clicked shut, and Jennifer Jareau was the one pushing it closed.

“Something’s wrong.” JJ made it a statement. They’d passed cautious questions and careful suggestions long ago, once they’d learned to read each other’s microexpressions and minuscule gestures that even Spencer wouldn’t pick up on.

Emily let out a light sigh, a smile gracing her lips as the warriors in her mind retreated. “Nothing bad, I promise. Something…personal.” Her words were a little too deliberate for JJ to ignore, but seeing the way Emily’s eyelids were drooping, she filed it away for another time.

“Well, whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow — or rather, it can wait 6 hours,” JJ said, eyes flicking to the clock.

Emily found herself on the sofa beside JJ, her body moving without thinking. The familiarity of JJ’s thumb rubbing circles against her shoulder had the remarkable effect of driving the battalions far, far away until they were mere specks in the distance. Finally, Emily let her eyes close, and she couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her when she did so.

“About time, Agent Prentiss,” JJ chuckled, her lips brushing against Emily’s temple as she spoke. Emily huffed, not even trying to counter with a witty remark of her own. Chances for vulnerability were few and far between, and there were even fewer people who made it safe.

“Let’s get home, love,” JJ murmured after some time had passed and she’d caught Emily falling in and out of sleep. Predictably, Emily protested, fingers curling against JJ’s shirt.

JJ gasped, a small, indignant sound that made Emily smile.

“Oh, you wanna play that game?” JJ had the strength of a 3:00 pm power nap behind her, and all too quickly the tables had turned, JJ’s hands slipping under Emily’s shirt, nails scribbling against her skin.

“J–” Emily breathed, giggles spilling from her lips before she could even think about stopping them. 

“Don’t ‘J’ me,” JJ replied, laughing as Emily fell back on the sofa, her body awkwardly bent as a result of her attempts to both escape JJ’s hands and her refusal to be apart from her.

Once again, there was no witty quip from Emily, whose hands were now pressed over her mouth, muffled giggles escaping through the gaps between her fingers.

JJ was shifting closer, lightly drilling her index finger into a spot at the base of Emily’s ribs that she knew drove her crazy. Her other hand slid up to pry at the hands covering Emily’s grin.

“JJ, come ohon!” Emily was breathless with laughter, her now unoccupied hands fumbling to catch JJ’s. Funny, she thought, that a process so familiar and habitual still made her so weak.

JJ’s hands finally left Emily’s torso, poking her spouse’s flushed cheeks with a giggle before standing up. “Let’s get home?” JJ offered her hand.

Moments of peace coincided with moments of Jennifer Jareau, so often that Emily figured they might as well be the same thing. Hands that found each other out of instinct, heads resting on shoulders, arms tangling together, and eyes that could finally close — this, Emily realised, was the perfect kind of vulnerability.