#ler!reid

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Have some tickle art that I drew but never dropped

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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.

[sillyfeathers]

Theory (Prentiss & Reid x Reader)

Theory Characters: Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, reader (platonic) Prompt(s): I used to be ticklish when I was little, but I think I’ve outgrown– shihit!!” Warnings: fluff, profanity Words: 894

Bless your evil teammates, and curse the way they make you so happy.

A/N: *throws another criminal minds fic out from my hole in the ground * a gift

“I used to be ticklish when I was little, but I think I’ve outgrown– shihit!!”

You swatted at Emily’s hands, doubling over as she latched onto your sides, practically shouting in delight at your reaction.

“Oh, this is great, you’re almost worse than Spence!”

Your attempted protests were overcome by a snort as Emily managed to worm her fingers between your ribs, hardly dodging your flailing fists that were coming dangerously close to her face.

“With all due respect, I think any of you would be worse than me at just about anything.” Spencer’s declaration, clearly unaware of what he was walking into, distracted Emily enough for you to dart away, wrapping your arms around yourself as residual giggles left your lips in short spurts. Your laughter wasn’t helped by the regretful look that dawned on Reid’s face as he put the puzzle pieces of a very smug Emily and a very dishevelled you together, and he couldn’t seem to find the words to defend himself.

“I dunno, maybe we should test that theory,” Emily said, her attention, unfortunately, still very much on you.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, but I appreciate the offer,” you replied, tilting your chin towards her as you pulled yourself together and your natural stature returned.

“She has a point,” Reid added, the upward tilt of his lips adding a mischievous tone to his voice. “I wouldn’t want to lose my reputation around here.”

“I think you actually would like to lose that part of your reputation, Spence,” you teased, hiding the nervousness you felt at the prospect of being targeted by both of them.

“So, you consent to being a part of this…test?” Spencer asked. It was clear to all three of you that the question was very much rhetorical, and if your mind hadn’t been so scrambled by the sudden turn of events, you might have been able to figure out an escape plan. 

But Emily was much too quick, practically having been waiting for her chance ever since Spencer decided to get involved. You let out a rather undignified shriek as she wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, and you had to fight the urge to reflexively double over.

“If Hotch sees you guys assaulting me you’ll get in so much trouble,” you spluttered, your feet scraping fruitlessly against the ground as you attempted to run out of Emily’s arms.

“I wouldn’t be worrying so far into the future, Y/N,” Emily hummed, curling her fingers underneath the hem of your shirt. You practically launched yourself back into her chest, giggling as her nails drew messy patterns against your skin.

“Reid, bahack off,” you said, hoping you didn’t look as small as you felt, instinctively curling back into Prentiss every time her fingers twitched.

He pursed his lips and cocked his head in a ‘no, I don’t think I will’ sort of way, his fluttering hands finding your neck first. Your shoulders were up to your ears within a second, but Spencer was somehow faster, his hand darting every which-way, so that no matter where you jerked your neck, he would always be on the other side. 

“Spehence –” your protests were cut short by a strangled snort as his free hand dropped to your ribs, and you could feel Emily shake with laughter. She’d mercifully stopped tickling you, but her hold remained firm, and her hands resting by your sides served as warning.

“Hm?” The hand at your neck was tickling so gently it was almost tender, Reid resting his palm against your jaw as he spidered behind your ear. In contrast, his other forefinger and thumb were pinching up and down your ribs, the remaining three fingers leaving ticklish scribbles in their wake. You hardly knew how to react, instinct completely taking over as half-choked laughs and yells poured from your lips. At one point, when Spencer found a particularly bad spot close to your side, you jerked back with such force Emily stumbled, and her grip on you tightened, her fingers accidentally curling into your sides.

“HEHEY!” you shrieked, and you felt Emily’s head resting on your shoulder as she doubled over, unable to contain her laughter at your reaction.

“Awh, I think we should let them go, Spence,” she chuckled, hands sliding up your sides in a way that made your whole body shiver, letting out a tiny giggle as you finally pulled away from the two of them.

“Evil shits,” you muttered, glaring at them, the ghost of a smile still playing across your lips. “Reid’s still worse. Your theory’s bullshit.”

Reid almost looked like he was going to lunge at you again, but Prentiss quickly stopped him in his tracks with a deft poke to his stomach. “You’re both too ticklish for your own good, actually.”

Spencer huffed, brushing Emily’s hand off of him and holding his own out towards you.

“Truce?” he asked.

You scoffed. “Truce? You’re the only one who got to attack –!”

“Y/N, shake the man’s hand,” Prentiss laughed, shaking her head..

You took Reid’s hand with an air of suspicion, but any real panic instincts that had kicked in were long gone by now. It had left behind a feeling far more warm and safe, and you knew that Prentiss had known she was doing exactly that since she’d seen you smile.

[avasnotalee]

i made a drabble 🤑🤑

okay this was inspired by the request i sent to @manictickles a little bit ago, so yes, i was the “let me ask you this” anon 😩😩 (but yes, pls check out their blog theyre literally one of my favorite writers on tumblr !!)

also, ive discovered i have 0 idea how to title things, so im just going to leave this here:)

Ler!Spencer

Lee!Reader

“so i've noticed you get jumpy when my hands are near specific areas of your body; let me ask you this y/n, are you ticklish?”

you froze like a deer in headlights and looked at him blankly, trying not to expose any body language that he could use to his advantage to profile you. sadly, you cannot stop the embarrassed blush evading your face.

“uh.. I- what did you say?”

“you're answering the question with another question to buy yourself time to come up with an answer that won't get you tickled, leading me to believe that i've already figured out the answer without you having to tell me. Your body language has also given it away considering you blushed almost immediately. But in conclusion, yes. you, federal agent y/n l/n, are in fact, ticklish. and i'm assuming based on your very flustered reaction that you may even be more sensitive than the average person, correct?”

“wait wait wait spencer i-” you say, slowly inching away from him toward the edge of the couch, embarrassingly red, and struggling to conceal a smile already.

“y/n, it's too late now. besides, you tried to lie to me, so now id say that youre just getting what you deserve!” he says with his fingers spidering deviously out in front of him.

once youve backed up all the way against the couch, you grab hold of his thin wrists to try and hold his hands back.

“im gonna get youuu~” he teases, with the intent that it will make this even worse for you.

already giggling, you try to pry his hands away from your sensitive torso.

“awe, youre so cute! youre already laughing and i haven’t even touched you.. yet!

unfortunately, the giggles that are already shaking your body cause your muscles to weaken, then allowing spencer to dig right into your sides, jolting your nervous system.

“nonono spehehehence hahahaha!”

you twist away beneath him and bury your face into your hands unable to hide your laughter any longer.

“awe cmon, don't try to hide from me!”

he says stopping for a moment, pinning your wrists above your head to the end of the couch.

hes got you pinned as he straddles your waist, and youre face to face. his mesmerizing brown eyes gaze into yours, and your face gets hot as your redness deepens even further. you have never felt so close to him.. and you had nearly forgotten about the rest of the world. but in a flash, spencers eyes leave yours, and before you know it, he blows a gigantic, torturous raspberry just below your jawline. you squeal and kick in protest of the playful torture, denying the fact you loved every second of it.

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