#ticklish!morgan

[mystey-here]

✨all i want for chrisssttttmmaaass, isssss...✨

✨criminal minds tickle fics✨

[calmturquoise]

How about 26 with morgan and reid (criminal minds) bc there needs to be more content for reid :3c

“No. No. Nope. Also no. Absolutelynot.”

“So,” Reid said, with a perfectlystraight expression in the face of Morgan’s growing panic, “You’re telling methat you’re not ticklish?”

“Not even a little bit,” Morganrepeated firmly. At least he hoped he’d managed to sound firm. Though by thelook on Reid’s face, he wasn’t succeeding as well as he’d like to think. “Bye.”

Reid rolled his eyes. “Morgan. We’restuck in an elevator together, and we’re probably going to stay that way for awhile until someone – Garcia, probably – notices we’re missing. I am physicallyunable to leave.”

“Well… stop interrogating me! We cansit in silence.”

Prior to those words, Morgan hadn’tthought it was possible for Reid to raise his eyebrows that high. “Clearly thistopic of conversation is making you uncomfortable-”

“Which should tell you to drop it…”

“-Indicating that you must beincredibly ticklish.”

“… But of course you won’t,” Morgansighed. “You know, you can be-” he broke off with a strangled yelp when Reidreached over to tickle his stomach. “Reid!”

“I’m testing a hypothesis,” Reidreplied innocently, continuing to wriggle his fingers over Morgan’s stomach andsides while Morgan tried to knock his hands away. “Which you led me to do,really, by so adamantly deny-hahaha, Morgahahan!”

“Hey, you started it, pretty boy. Goodto know that you’re ticklish too.”

[calmturquoise]

I'm hoping for some ticklish!derek morgan if youre still takin prompts. Maybe Ried saying 'oh yeah Dereks def ticklish' or somethin

“Garciahaha!” Spencer protested, scrunching up his shoulders and giggling when Penelope wiggled her fingers across his neck as she walked past his desk.

“Sorry sugar, couldn’t resist,” she said with a grin. “You’re the only one in this office who’s so adorably ticklish.”

Spencer blushed. “I am not! I’m sure the others are just as bad,” he said defensively. “It’s estimated that around seventy to eighty percent of the population is at least mildly ticklish.”

“That might be true, but would you want to try tickling Hotch?” Garcia pointed out. “Or Prentiss? I love that woman, but I would not attempt to tickle her without backup.”

“What about Morgan?” Reid asked with interest.

“Oh, Derek’s definitely ticklish,” Garcia said confidently, right as Derek entered the bullpen and began walking in their direction. “Aren’t you, hot stuff?”

“Aren’t I what, babygirl?” Derek asked, taking a seat at his desk and swiveling around to stare at the two of them.

“Oh, nothing,” Garcia said with an innocent smile. After Morgan rolled his eyes and turned towards the stack of paperwork on his desk, she quickly walking up behind him and tickled his sides.

When Derek let out a surprised laugh, Garcia giggled and hurried towards the elevators before he could enact any sort of revenge. “Told you,” she called in Reid’s direction.

"What was that about?” Derek asked with raised eyebrows, looking equal parts amused and confused.

Spencer shrugged. “Garcia had just mentioned that you’re ticklish.”

“Don’t get any ideas, pretty boy,” Derek said, pointing his pen in Spencer’s direction. “I’ll have you know I’m barely ticklish, and I will so get you back if you try and test that.”

“Noted,” Spencer said with a smile, already planning ways he could take Derek off guard - maybe he could enlist Penelope and JJ, too.

[calmturquoise]

Speed writing you say? How about some Moried tickles with the sentence "Tickling is a proven form of bonding." 💕

“Tickling is a proven form of bonding,” Spencer said seriously, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

Derek laughed softly, letting Spencer push him down flat onto the bed and straddle his thighs. “Oh really? And you don’t think we’re close enough?” he teased, raising his eyebrows.

“I doubt more bonding would be detrimental to our relationship.”

“Well, in that case-” Spencer giggled in surprise as Derek’s hands flew to his sides and began pinching and squeezing at the ticklish skin. “Feel like we’re bonding right now?”

“I wahahasn’t reheheady!” Spencer protested, squirming under Derek’s wiggling fingers. “But yehehes!”

While Derek continued to tickle Spencer’s belly and sides, Spencer started scribbling his fingers over Derek’s neck, causing the other man to let out a surprised laugh. “Hehehey!”

“It’s nohohot fahahair if I don’t gehehet to tickle you bahahack!” Spencer pointed out, attempting to tickle Derek’s underarms despite the current attack on his sensitive stomach.

When Derek’s fingers slipped under Spencer’s shirt and began tickling his navel, Spencer reacted with a shriek, jerking back so suddenly that he tumbled off the bed, taking Derek along with him.

They fell onto the floor, both laughing even as Spencer muttered, ‘Ouch,’ and Derek rubbed his banged elbows. “So, pretty boy,” Derek started, amusement evident in his voice. “Would you say that was a successful bonding exercise?”

Spencer paused in thought. “Yes… but I think it could be even more successful if we continue,” he said before pouncing back on top of Derek and resuming his tickle attacks.

[thekameo]

Fitness Testing

This was inspired by the end of Season 9, Episode 18 – “Rabid” J That and – any excuse to put Morgan on the ground giggling, right? ^.^

It's a little short, but I was watching the episode today and this appeared fully formed in my head demanding to be written. So... here you go. :)

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“Alright, time to let the cat out of the bag.” Eyes sparkling with barely repressed laughter, Derek Morgan gazed down at the two exhausted agents in front of him with a sheepish smile, “I kinda already had your fit tests waived.” Morgan laughed, talking quickly over their protests, “Baby girl think about it, you’re not even in the field! And Pretty Ricky, you already got enough case hours to qualify. This was just a good time for me.”

“I’m going to kill him.” Penelope Garcia just stared, pulling herself up off the ground, looking over at Spencer Reid for support, who was just staring at the taller agent still laughing at them.

“If I can manage to lift my arms, I’ll hold him down.” He groaned, following Garcia up off the floor

“I told you, you shoulda said something! I told you – hey, aha hey! Nonono-” Morgan was still laughing as he dodged the grabs from his coworkers, agilely bounding away from both of them.

“No, I am going to KILL YOU” Garcia stomped her foot, launching herself at him and tumbling to the ground on top of him, slapping his shoulder as they hit the ground. “Morgan I swear to God-”

“I’d love to say I’m sorry, but I’m really not” Morgan laughed, shoving at the two special agents now perched on top of him, Garcia glaring down at him, and Reid panting, collapsed over his legs.

“This will be my contribution, Oh my god, Garcia; you can kill him for both of us, right?”

“Oho, I can do more than that my love; did you know that our superhero here is a little ticklish?” Eyes glinting with mischief, Garcia’s fingers slipped under the thin black shirt he’d chosen to wear to scratch wickedly at the dark agent’s stomach, laughing as he jolted underneath them, hands flying to catch hers with a yelp.

“Aha – AH, cahahaha – no – cohome on D-doholl face, I wahas j-just haha, dahahamnit, cuhuhuhut it ohohohout” Garcia’s fingers were quick as they jumped from his stomach to his ribs, keeping well ahead of his hands trying to grab hers.

Morgan was beside himself, between Reid sprawled over his legs and Garcia straddling his waist, he was well and truly trapped. Jerking under her long nails, he let his head fall back onto the grass, alternating between high pitched giggles when she alit on his stomach, and a deeper belly laugh as she squeezed at his ribs. “Nohohonono, thihis is nohohot fuhuhuhunny nahahahahaaaahahahaa guhuhuys gehehet ohohoff”

“You know what wasn’t funny? You – my chocolate magic man, making me exercise, for no reason!” Huffing  exasperatedly, Garcia dropped her hands down to his lower sides, emphasizing her last three words with sadistic squeezes, digging her thumbs into the soft spaces next to his hipbones.

Reid yelped, bracing himself to stop the suddenly kicking legs from throwing him off, Garcia laughing delightedly as she tightened her legs around the darker agent in response.

“Nohononohohoo quihihihihhiit AHahahahahaaaa guhuhuhuys, I swheheHEEHEHEAR TO GOHOHOHOD-” howling in protest, Morgan bucked viciously, grabbing at the grass underneath him to prevent himself from grabbing at her arms and hurting her accidentally, grappling with the urge to toss them both off him.

“Oho, you like that? Does that feel good baby?” Leaning over to see his face, Garcia laughed as he belted out peals of laughter, his head tossing from side to side and a wide smile splitting his face. “Poor baby, are you a little tickly, honey?”

“SHAhahahahaaaa aha Shuhuhuhut UHahahahahahaaaap, PLEHeeeheheeheease stahahahahahaaap” Garcia finally took pity on him, letting her fingers wander upwards under his shirt to grab at his ribs, clawing in between each one and rubbing gently over the bone. “Nohohonono Ihihihi Ahaahahahah Ihihim ­sohohohohorry alrihihight?” His laughter tapered off somewhat, allowing him to get words in between the constant stream of giggling

“I’m sorry Morgan, what was that?” Reid had a rare smirk across his features as he grabbed at his knees through the dark jeans he was wearing – grasping at the ticklish spot just above the kneecaps and squeezing rapidly “You’ll have to be a bit clearer.”

“Dahahahamnit kihihihihid, neheheeheheheheee yohohou bohohohohoth neheeheeheed to cuhuhuhut thihihihihihis ohohohout” Pressing his feet against the ground, Morgan’s legs bounced up and down in an attempt to dislodge the nimble fingers on his legs, turning his head away from the laughing face above him and pressing his fingers further into the ground.

“Oh no, Reid he can still talk, I don’t think we’re doing this right.”  Garcia clucked her tongue playfully, tapping her fingers along his ribs as she peered back at the self-confessed genius, and ignoring the protests underneath her. “Okay, on three alright?”

“Nohohonono-”

“One,”

“Bahahahaby pleheeheease-”

“Two,”

“Cohohome ohohn Spehehehence-”

“THREE!” yelling the last word, and completely oblivious to the chuckling onlookers, Garcia buried her hands in the large agents underarms, scratching and scrabbling at the sensitive skin, glancing behind her to see her dastardly partner scratching under his knees, “His thighs, Reid, go for his thighs!”

Morgan howled in protest, his back arching off the ground and his hands finally lunging to grab at hers blindly. “GAAAHAHAHAHAAA NOHOHOHONOHONO PEHEHEHEHENELOHOPE PLEEHEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE” Kicking his legs out, Morgan used Garcia’s brief moment of shakiness to pull himself out from underneath them both, crawling away from them unsteadily, giggles still slipping out through clenched teeth as he collapsed on the ground, shuddering. “God. Dear God. I have a sudden new respect and fear of you, sweetness.”

“You’re welcome.” Garcia laughed, dusting herself off and leaning back on the grass, herself. “Anytime, my love, anytime.”

“Oh no – how about, ‘never again’?” Morgan shivered again, rubbing his hands down his sides and closing his eyes.

“I disagree, tickling is a most satisfying form of revenge.” Reid’s voice floated from where he too, was panting on the ground, rubbing his aching legs.

“You’re telling me – next time I’m annoyed at you, we’ll give it a try pretty boy, fair?”

“No, NO, you will not Derek Morgan or I- I’ll set Garcia on you”

Laughter floated over the training ground as the three agents tossed banter back and forth, happily forgetting about the horrors of their daily jobs.