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You telling your ler pre session that they can continue to tickle you even if you say "no", "stop", "wait", "not there" etc. They can safely ignore it bc you gave consent to that ahead of time

You telling your ler that pinning/restraining you when you grab their wrists/squirm/try to get away. If they stop your attempt without your specific consent in that moment (and you have consent prior to this) it's CNC.

You telling your ler they can tickle you whenever, so when you brat they just pin you down and tickle you without asking your for specific consent, knowing that consented to being tickled like this out of nowhere at an earlier point in time.

Consensual non consent means that you give consent ahead of time to something that in that moment might come across like you didn't consent at all or like you are revoking your consent (saying "no", "trying to get away etc). People's minds always immediately jump to the most extreme ideas when they hear CNC.

Even tho "sfw" scenarios like this are cnc:

Person A tickles person B. After A switches spots to a worse spot, B says "no" followed by loud laughter. A continues to tickle B bc B told them beforehand they didn't need to stop when they say no, instead they agreed on a safeword.

Most of us act on instinct when tickled. We try to get away and stop the ler, both physically and verbally. So we need CNC to even make it possible that we can have sessions.

Prior consent is always important for this kind of play dynamic. So please please please communicate with your ler. I know talking about ticking is embarrassing, but if you wanna make sure everyone stays safe you have to have a conversation about boundaries, preferences, rules etc. People cannot read your mind and you cannot read theirs so the best thing you can do is to talk before starting stuff.

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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.

"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."

I also have another fic idea jostling around in the brain that I might start drafting as well GAH I'm over the moon rn and I'm anxious to share my work 💌

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

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