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HarukAiri Tickle Headcanons

Some of these got LONG. Maybe potential fic ideas.

Tickle fights with these two get REAL. 

They are both competitive, stubborn and have ridiculously good physical stamina.

Even panting and teary-eyed, they just. keep. going. 

Giving up and admitting defeat doesn't even cross their minds until their voices are hoarse and even the slightest touch has them giggly. 

Usually they both either claim to win and “agree to disagree” because they don't want to admit how tired they are OR call it a draw and have a rematch a couple hours later.

There is somehow not EVER a decisive winner. 

Anyone who didn't know them might find it moderately concerning.

One of the rare soft forms of competition is typically during movie night/any scenario where they’re holding each other on the couch. One of them will be relaxing and idol-ly (ha) stroking the other’s back before she gets the twitch which is all but a declaration of war.The game then begins and is operated on a set of unwritten rules because to write them would mean admitting they exist. They sit there and geeeently trace each other’s back/shoulders until someone giggles and then has to get absolutely WRECKED. Neither of them have ever acknowledged it to the other. 

They don't tickle each other often enough to really consider it something significant in their relationship. Just another form of affection.

Airi ends up ler more often than not purely because she just happens to lean more ler. She very rarely actively craves tickles, at least not in the way Haruka does. 

Airi also gives KILLER tickle bites. Haruka is very sensitive to mouth tickles on her stomach and Airi is consequently very good at making her girlfriend’s life hard.

*Can* do raspberries but prefers acting like she’s going to and instead nibbles to her heart’s content. 

Tickling is one of Airi’s favorite approaches to Haruka’s body image issues, assuming she’s not in the mood to be serious about them. 

Airi generally uses tickling as a way to get Haruka out of her own head.

She also does not hesitate to do it in front of other people too, which Haruka finds flustering to no end. Especially in front of Minori and Shizuku who are two separate flavors of “awwwww!” 

Minori does it in an adoring “my idol is so cute right now! She should smile like that all the time!” way. 

Shizuku is more of a “what a cute moment between my two dear friends!” 

Either way Haruka just wants them to stop cooing at her. (no she doesn’t)

When Haruka is in a lee mood, conceptually, asking Airi is no big deal until she’s in front of her. Something about her big eyes and smug look reduce her to absolute rubble. 

Airi, of course, NEVER helps fill in the words. Haruka isn’t getting what she wants until she CLEARLY utters the EXACT words. 

“Aw, c’mon Haru! You can be clearer than those mumbles! You do it on stage all the time! In fact maybe we should practice your projection right now too…” 

She likes to tease as if tickling is just training. “Oh you’re babbling a lot, aren’t you? A good idol can talk through any amount of strain” And then she doubles down, making her tasks downright impossible. 

They are complete opposites on the “scary ler” spectrum. 

While Airi is more “everything all at once” and goes for worst spots and stays there before switching up out of nowhere, Haruka tends to be more meticulous, taking the time to find out exactly what the best approach is. 

They both have a “ler voice”, I'm not sure how to describe it, but sometimes they'll switch randomly into a tease-y flirty voice and the other knows they’re done for. 

I know I’ve talked about precise ler Haruka on here before so I won’t say more than that but I cannot emphasize enough just how bad that is. 

One of my favorite pjsk tkl headcanons EVER is that Airi’s stomach isn’t at all ticklish so people will poke once or twice then give up in favor of somewhere different. The actual death spot, however, is in her belly button. No reaction anywhere else on her stomach EXCEPT for there. 

Haruka was the first one to figure this out (including Airi herself) and frequently uses it when Airi’s being grouchy. 

Haruka uses a lot of “cheer up” tickles. This basically translates to “Airi please take a deep breath and calm down before I have to tickle you to bits just to see you smile.”

Airi doesn’t feel fear often, preferring to deal with her problems head on instead of running away. Haruka in a full tickle monster mood though? She becomes a COWARD (totally justified) It doesn’t happen often, so a lot of energy gets built up at once and then explodes out all at once. 

Sometimes she’s just wound up and fidgety, sometimes Airi needs to be knocked down from her podium, really anything can trigger it and it’s sometimes as much a surprise to Haruka as it is to Airi when it happens. 

The primary problem is that Haruka both A: Knows EXACTLY how to get to Airi and B: Knows she can take it. 

The fact that Airi lers more is more than made up for in pure intensity. 

Haruka also, language-wise, has a scarily good memory and likes to throw Airi’s word right back into her face.

“Look how strong I’ve gotten! It’s not fair unless you get the same training.” “What’s that? I thought a good idol was supposed to talk through anything”

Airi is a screamer and Haruka will never admit the self satisfaction that she feels if she can get silent laughter from her. 

Same goes for giggly Airi. Just not something that happens. 

I made them both seem super mean throughout most of this and maybe they are… a little bit. But it’s out of love! They’re each confident in each other’s ability to withstand it and both know the other (especially Airi to Haruka) needs to let some fun into their life, even if it has to be forced.

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ShiHonami Tickle Headcanons

This is not proofread. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. Have a ^-^ Honami as an apology.

My beloveds.

I don’t think either of them like tickle fights.

Overwhelming for Shiho in a sensory way and overwhelming for Honami in a “oh no what how am I supposed to act? Do they like it? Do I like it? I’m laughing but I’m supposed to be fighting back.” Just too much emotional input at the same time, poor girl.

So instead of a tickle “fight” they have little back and forths. One tickles the other without any resistance and when either one of them wants to flip roles, they’ll say “your turn” and immediately they’ll stop and readjust. 

Shiho felt especially silly the first few times they did it and would wait for Honami to flip them. (It was definitely Honami’s idea in the first place) With time though, she came around to it and actually began to really love being able to have an easy way to get a break when the tickling got to be too much and to subtly-not-so-subtly be on the receiving end when she was ready again. 

(I actually really love this idea. May or may not end up doing something more with it.) 

Mean ler Shiho x Shy lee Hona and Soft ler Hona x Grumpy/Embarrassed lee Shiho. That is the whole dynamic here. End of post. Enough said. 

I think it would take a while for Shiho to really warm up to “mean” territory. Saki instigated a lot of tickling when they were little but that was really the last time Shiho or Honami tried tickling each other until they were dating.

It’s not like either of them were uncomfortable with the idea of tickling each other. Quite the contrary actually, but Shiho never knew how to start it and Honami was always too scared of springing it on Shiho and embarrassing her. 

It would have to be an accident the first time. I’m thinking along the lines of Honami affectionately stroking Shiho’s back and getting a liiiittle too close to her sides and thinking she’s squirming trying to get comfortable so Honami grabs her sides to help adjust. Shiho’s yelp out of nowhere makes the conversation kind of inevitable. 

Shiho is tragically embarrassed with anything affection-wise to begin with. How could anyone expect the same girl who just about combusted the first time Honami held her hand to have a collected reaction to tickling? 

Honami, however, is only a little flustered but that all but melts away the moment she sees just how bad Shiho has it. She’s a saint when it comes to getting her girlfriend to calm down. She’s very patient and likes to take everything very slow for her. 

Starting with little strokes and pokes and ramping up to more laughter inducing tickles. 

While sweet, this drives Shiho absolutely insane. It’s just so much build up, sometimes she’d rather Honami just throw her in the deep end. 

To make it worse, Shiho doesn’t really have a “giggle stage.” She’s so ticklish it's either face scrunched and red or loud belly laughs. Very little room for inbetween.

I imagine she has a really high pitched and squeaky tickle laugh. Almost like a continuous voice crack. Honami finds it adorable, of course, and actually gets a little sad when Shiho tries to hide it. 

Shiho isn’t much of a squirmer but MAN is she a kicker. To the point either pinning or dodging her is almost a necessity. Apologizes profusely if she ever kicks Honami (and only Honami. Anyone else tickling her deserved it) 

Honami loves loves loves getting to kiss Shiho’s stomach.

She always has the best reactions to it too. Jerking her head back and forth and going all red. Sucking in her tummy like that’s going to protect it. 

 Not even because it tickles all that much (comparatively) but just because the action of her girlfriend having her in such a vulnerable position, flat on her back and kissing her stomach is just so silly and makes her feel so small and cared for is IMMENSELY flustering. 

Honami’s sweetness just really gets to her on a psychological level. 

Another pairing that is sweet ler x asshole ler

When Shiho gets going on the tickling, she GETS going. The problem is just getting her to that point. 

When she’s sure of herself and Honami is clearly VERY happy and eager, Shiho holds nothing back. Full on side splitting laughing and nonstop teases for the lee.

“Aw, going to squirm Hona? That’s so cute watching how helpless and ticklish you are. You wouldn’t stop me even if you could and we both know it.” Type of beat. 

Honami likes it far more than she’d like to admit. Shiho just has this tone that even in a completely normal, non tickling context can get her lee. 

Honami loves being in a lee mood almost more than any other feeling in the world. It feels so warm and all encompassing. 

She can’t think about anything but tickles really. It doesn’t happen often but when it does, it goes all the way. 

She used to feel guilty about expressing it to Shiho just how *bad* it is but after many, many, reminders, she finally got it into her brain that her girlfriend finds it absolutely precious. 

Shiho can be soft, especially when she knows it’s Honami’s favorite, she just gets impossibly even more shy at it. 

Doesn’t tease much when Honami just needs some smiles and relaxation. 

Very soft tracing, almost as if she’s scared too much will break her. 

Shiho will almost never go for her unprovoked. And is unfortunately absolute garbage at being able to tell when she’s being provoked. 

But all Honami has to do is look at her with her blush and shy little smile asking for it and Shiho is all over her. 

When Shizuku would be clingy/force her sister into a hug as kids, Shiho learned that tasing her sides got her to jump back long enough to push away and developed the unfortunate habit of delivering that treatment to anyone who hugs her out of nowhere. Honami’s sides aren’t bad enough to have that strong of an effect consistently but typically gets her giggly enough to get Shiho in a playful ler mood just watching her. She retaliates from the hug attack with a full strength tickle attack. 

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EnaKasa Tickle Headcanons

It's downright criminal that these two have never interacted.

Absolute. Drama. Queens. 

Neither of them can just sit still and take it, they are either flailing and squealing like it’s the one thing between them and spontaneous combustion or twitching violently and complaining nonstop (never meaning a word of course) 

Ticklish tummy solidarity. I don’t make the rules, sorry. 

Tha image of them just sitting next to each other, gradually hiking up each others shirt and tickling oh so softly without either laughing or saying a word. It’s kind of become an unspoken game for them at this point. The first one to giggle gets nonstop raspberries for at least 5 minutes. They have a pretty even win/loss streak. 

These two are stubborn, so tickle fights can get intense and often start with no warning. 

All it takes is a few fingers under either of their arms and suddenly its been an hour and both are exhausted and panting on the floor. 

Ena for sure plays dirty too. Does that thing where she pretends to be giving a break but right as Tsukasa inhales, she tickles him again. She’s also really mean by means of going for bad spots and not letting up for even a moment. 

It is no understatement to say that both of those make him lose his mind screaming. 

Pretty much the only advantages he has on her are physical. He’s got size, strength, and endurance but in every other sense she has him completely beat. Yeah he can pin her but that won’t stop the teasing, which is half the battle for him.

Neither of them mind how often he loses though.

I’ve talked on here before about Tsukasa being the most dramatic and playful, but also the sweetest ler out there. That 100% rings true when he goes for Ena too. 

She’s the type to be easily frustrated and then take that frustration out on herself. Luckily for her, her boyfriend hates that and has a much better solution for it (read: frequently tickling her to pieces)

Idk, I think Ena comfort tickles would just be a common thing for them in general. 

Tsukasa is one of the only people in her life who she feels comfortable enough to admit to that she kind of maybe just a little bit doesn’t hate being tickled. 

He, of course, understands that’s Ena-speak for “she loves to be tickled. It makes her happy.” He also knows she’s frequently in need of comfort. 

Body image issues? Soft tickles everywhere she’s insecure while he whispers how pretty his girlfriend is. Insecure about her art? Tickling her until she forgets and saying the corniest stuff like “if your art is half as lovely as that laugh, then you have no reason to worry.” Trouble waking up? Try staying in bed when you’re too busy squirming. 

It is a miracle she hasn’t burnt to a crisp yet with how easily he can make her blush.

Another embarrassing thing he does is the theatrics.

He just makes.. Such a big deal about how fun it is for both of them and is clearly so engrossed in it. 

Playing characters and high pitched “kitchi kitchi” noises serve to remind Ena exactly what’s going on and exactly why she’s not pulling away.

The worst part for her is the fact that he’s not even trying to fluster her with the tickling. It’s just an added bonus if/when he notices it. He’s just so affectionate she can’t help getting all embarrassed.

Ena, on the other hand, does not at all take Tsukasa’s sweetness into account when he winds up on the receiving end. 

Ena loves to draw on Tsukasa in general, like doodling on his arms/hands whenever she's feeling antsy but especially loves being able to take the time to make use of his stomach when she's in the mood for a longer “project”.

Really it's just an excuse to see/touch Tsukasa's tummy but he doesn't need to know that. Sometimes she doesn't even draw, just traces shapes with her finger or a clean paintbrush.

“Such a beautiful and strong canvas. So perfect for me” is all that needs to come out of her mouth for Tsukasa to be ready and able to do anything she could ever want.

She’s one to keep her nails always well done and pretty and that fact has nearly sent Tsukasa to his grave so many times. 

He already loves how they look, he can recognize the artistry and has even considered having his own done. But when they’re wiggling towards him? He’s an absolute goner. She knows exactly how to pinch his ribs and slowly drag them around. 

To the point where he’s associated that with her nails and even looking at her hands too long can put him in a lee mood. 

Tickles to get him to shut up. 

Tsukasa has a unique talent of being able to fill any room’s silence with his voice going on and on and on. Ena has a talent for filling the room with his laughter instead.

Tsukasa can get kind of overenthusiastic and reactive at times, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes though, feeling so much at once is overwhelming and what better way of tiring yourself out than annoying your vindictive girlfriend into wrecking you to pieces?

A classic favorite of his is to poke Ena over and over, sometimes somewhere ticklish to make her jumpy or even just her cheek just to be annoying. 

Because he lacks subtlety, she always knows what’s going on. 

Whether she draws it out and makes him admit it or immediately gets him back depends on her mood. Tsukasa loves both regardless, it’s a win-win.

He gets downright whiney if she drags it on too long but still won’t ask. The best she’ll ever get is a little mumble.

When Ena is in the ever elusive “soft ler” mode, she has a tendency to become absolutely captivated with any smile of Tsukasa’s. She just wants to look at him all day. Every single one of his features is perfect to her. 

He gets so so shy from the attention, Ena just has to tickle him right back out of his shell. 

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Because I now have enough backlog done to feel comfortable commiting to this, I present to you after months of radio silence: Practickles February 2024 event thing that needs a more creative name.

In honor of Valentine's Day, I divided all of the pjsk characters into romantic pairings in accordance with my own personal taste (as much as it pained me to split up HaruAn and Poly/need) and will have, as scheduled, a little headcanon post for the couple. I did NOT mean to end up with so many rare pairs but them's the breaks I guess. Enjoy.

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Aziraphale's Literary Discovery

HAPPY HOLIDAYS @practickles!!! I am your squealing santa this year :)) I hope this is everything you hoped for and more!! (and now i can follow you without being worried that i'll blow my cover lol)

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screw canon(/j), they are happy together and have tickles.

switch!aziraphale, switch!crowley.

cw: light mentions of alcohol/sobering up magically, cursing (because it's Crowley), using a miracle to pin someone that could be read as invisible bondage.

Aziraphale turned a page in his book, but wasn't really reading anymore. This had been happening more and more often: he would stop reading just to think about the demon who was currently asleep on his couch.

Aziraphale and Crowley had finished off some good wine last night, and instead of sobering up, Crowley had decided to sleep it off on the bookshop's couch. The angel had sobered up, reading all through the night with the occasional glance to the demon's sleeping form.

Honestly, Aziraphale prefers Crowley awake. He loves the demon's antics and being able to spend time together (although the serenity and calmness radiating off the demon's lanky form was delightful). He didn't technically need to breathe, but he did -- soft deep breaths that were almost soft snores.

Aziraphale quickly snapped himself out of the trance he had been in, staring at his friend(?), and glancing back at the book. It was a sweet romcom, one that left Aziraphale feeling giddy and with butterflies in his stomach. The couple in his book were playful, and in the current scene, were poking each other and giggling. This was a fascinating idea that humans called "tickling", which led to supposedly uncontrollable laughter and seemed like a sweet bonding exercise.

Something clicked in his mind and he looked back at Crowley asleep on the couch, limbs splayed out haphazardly. His tight-fitting shirt had risen a little, leaving a sliver of the pale skin of his lower stomach on display. Aziraphale gasped excitedly, looking back at his book where the tickle fight was happening. Supposedly, even small touches could lead to ticklish sensations!

He stood up, beginning to creep over to the sleeping figure, before realizing that Crowley could sleep through almost anything and walking over normally. The angel stared at him with wide eyes, glancing back and forth between his calm face and the sliver of exposed stomach. He tentatively reached out a finger, poking Crowley's abdomen.

There was a faint reaction, a small breath hitching in between small snores and Crowley squirmed a bit. Was Crowley ticklish?! How silly! How human! What a delightful discovery! He giddily clapped, then began tracing the sliver of exposed skin. Crowley huffed, squirmed, and scrunched up his nose a bit, before rolling over and crossing his arms over his stomach.

Aziraphale was ecstatic at his findings, and couldn't wait to enact something rather devious (by his standards)!

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A few days later, he woke a grumpy Crowley up from his nap (and if Crowley became less grumpy when he noticed that he was covered in a cozy blanket, the angel didn't need to know). Aziraphale had a mission: go on a date -- a Friend Date (he told himself, at least) -- and bring up tickling to him! The angel had an innate need to tickle Crowley now, see his presumably adorable reactions, and have the physical contact that the angel began to crave.

"Come on, Crowley!" Aziraphale grinned, pulling the demon into a seated position by his hand.

Crowley grumbled, "For what?"

Crowley seemed entirely uninterested, but in truth, he loved spending time with Aziraphale and would do anything if Aziraphale truly wanted to spend time with him.

"A picnic!" Aziraphale gestured to a wicker basket stocked full of goodies.

Crowley rolled his eyes (but was truly content with this plan), put his shoes on, and drove them to a gorgeous woodsy park. When they had found their own spot, Aziraphale spread out a blanket on the grass, sat down, and began unpacking some small sandwiches and poured them both a glass of wine.

"Not so much now, my dear boy," He handed Crowley the wine, "I'd like you awake for a little while. It's dreadfully boring being all alone and reading by myself!"

He got nothing but a grunt in return, but everything was perfect, so Aziraphale continued on with his ramblings.

In between bites of his sandwiches, he told Crowley all about the books he had been reading, but especially about the lovely rom-com he had just read.

"They had such a lovely relationship! Human love just excites me so much! They do so many sweet things together, not unlike us!"

"Ngk-" Crowley choked slightly on his wine and turned a bit pink, but Aziraphale didn't seem to notice.

"They certainly touched a lot more than we do, though, Crowley!" The angel pouted.

Crowley shrugged, "We're not having sex."

"Crowley!" Aziraphale's mouth gaped as he gasped, smacking the demon softly on his leg, "Don't say that! They touched plenty without sexual implications!"

Crowley sipped his wine, not needing to respond.

"They cuddled, and kissed, and even- well," Aziraphale cut himself off, suddenly a bit embarrassed.

This now intrigued Crowley, who sat up a bit, and looked at Aziraphale, scooting closer so they were side by side.

He teased Aziraphale, "Oh? Was it sexual then? You realized I was right and you were wrong?"

Aziraphale huffed indignantly, "No! I'm just not sure if you even know what it is!"

Oh, Crowley was so up for a challenge. "I'm sure I would! I know much more about humans than you do."

Aziraphale leaned closer, grinning and placing a hand on the blanket behind Crowley, so they were almost touching. "Oh really?"

Crowley smirked and nodded, taking his sunglasses off and stowing them safely in the picnic basket, so he could look at Aziraphale in the eyes to show him how serious he was.

"Yes, they were tickling each other!" Aziraphale grinned, hoping that Crowley wouldn't know about tickling, so he could teach him.

"Oh, that? How would I not know about that?" Crowley didn't let anything slip, so Aziraphale thought it might be possible that he just didn't know.

"Yes, I think that's quite intimate," Aziraphale reached out and placed a hand on Crowley's knee, "it seems sweet to me!"

Crowley grumbled, avoiding eye contact awkwardly. "What, is this your way of asking me to tickle you?"

Aziraphale stammered, protesting quickly, "Why would I want that?!"

Now it was Crowley's turn to look offended, "There's nothing wrong with wanting that!"

Aziraphale was now slightly grumpy; this wasn't how it was supposed to go!

Crowley had that devilish (albeit attractive) grin across his face, placing a hand on Aziraphale's side.

"This wasn't how this was supposed to goHO-" Aziraphale smacked a hand over his mouth, eyes wide.

Crowley, that evil, evil demon, had squeezed Aziraphale's side! What a terrible thing for his corperal form to feel! Aziraphale, in all his planning, could not have anticipated this!

A small smirk crept across Crowley's face as he put the other hand on Aziraphale's clothed side and squeezed a few times in a row.

Aziraphale's hands flew down from his mouth to his sides, weakly pushing at Crowley's hands as he laughed heartily. His smile was beautiful. It was, well, angelic.

Crowley was right. Aziraphale thought this was quite nice. He hadn't laughed this hard in a while, and seeing Crowley's enjoyment of his reactions was amazing!

Crowley smiled widely, skittering his nimble fingers along Aziraphale's gorgeous plush stomach, before refocusing his attention on Aziraphale's thighs. Aziraphale's magnificently scrumptious thighs, currently busy with Aziraphale's frantically kicking feet. Crowley stopped, giving Aziraphale a small break, before placing his hands on those delightful thighs.

Aziraphale was not worried in the slightest; he had never heard of someone's thighs being ticklish, just the usual suspects like the upper body, feet, neck, and hips. But thighs? That seemed silly... until Crowley started squeezing them.

Aziraphale barked out a laugh, falling gently on his back as he was unable to hold himself sitting up. He made noises that were so embarrassing: he even squealed! Crowley was unwavering in his ticklish squeezing, grinning broadly. Aziraphale was laughing harder than he ever had, his head shaking back and forth as he laughed frantically, beginning to push at Crowley's hands again. This was Crowley's cue to slow down, and he moved his hands back up to the angel's stomach to gently trace shapes as Aziraphale recovered.

"Y- you're evil!" Aziraphale gasped, still giggling.

"I'm a demon, that's kind of the whole point," Crowley deadpanned, although unable to wipe the smile off his face.

Aziraphale caught his breath, then grabbed Crowley's hands. Crowley's eyes widened slightly, but he tried to play it off, scoffing.

Aziraphale sat up quickly, pushing Crowley onto his back and pinning him there with shocking strength. Crowley looked at him confused and began squirming awkwardly. Aziraphale had fully sat on his hips, pinning his arms above his head as he leaned over the demon, their faces quite close together.

"What? How did you-" Crowley stammered, baffled by Aziraphale's strength, "What are you doing?"

Aziraphale grinned, excited to give Crowley all the exposition of his plan. "When I was reading that book, I tried tickling you, when you were asleep. I poked you, and you reacted! I have to try it again!"

Crowley blushed a bit, before retorting, "Angel, anyone would react to being poked. I'm not ticklish, I'm a demon. Being ticklish is all- cute and innocent. I'm neither of those things."

"I beg to differ," Aziraphale grinned, slipping his warm hand under Crowley's tight shirt, beginning to trace circles on Crowley's stomach.

Crowley's brain short circuted. Not only was the angel on top of him, but he was touching Crowley more intimately than they'd ever touched. And Crowley did feel something -- was that being ticklish?

Crowley squirmed, averting his eyes from Aziraphale's as he clamped his mouth shut.

Aziraphale, ever so oblivious, was slightly upset that it didn't really effect Crowley like it did when he was asleep. Maybe he was controlling his reactions? Maybe he truly was right and wasn't ticklish!

Aziraphale huffed, "You really reacted the other day, I promise!"

Crowley was trying his best to not react, his serpentine eyes flicking towards Aziraphale's well-manicured hand, still tracing under his shirt.

"Ngk- just give it a rest, angel!" Crowley sputtered, feeling giggles (Yes, giggles! Demons aren't supposed to giggle!) bubbling up in his chest.

Aziraphale was starting to feel a bit hopeless; he thought it would have been incredibly endearing if Crowley was ticklish. The demon barely smiled (not counting his mischievous smirks), and Aziraphale would love to hear him laugh, truly laugh, for the first time in years. Aziraphale pouted and decided to give it one last go.

He poked Crowley in the side.

Crowley gasped, jumped, and made awkward eye contact with the angel on top of him.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, was ecstatic! A giddy smile broke across his face.

"No, angel, no. I was just startled-" Crowley said quickly, squirming.

"Oh my dear Crowley, my dear silly demon..." Aziraphale grinned.

"No angel I-" Crowley couldn't focus on being called Aziraphale's, due to the imminent danger of him being tickled.

Much to his dismay, Aziraphale began ruthlessly skittering his fingers over Crowley's stomach and sides. Damn his fashionable outfits! The shirt he was wearing was incredibly thin and did nothing to protect him from the angel's attack.

Crowley tried to keep his mouth shut and hide his reactions, but his attempts were futile. He burst out into loud laughter and squirmed as much as he could (which wasn't much). It made sense why tickling was used as a torture method in the past; he would have given up any secret that Aziraphale could ask for in this moment! Although, there was something nice about it: the intimacy, the giddy feeling, and Aziraphale's touch gave him a rush of happiness.

"Why are you laughing, my dear boy? Thought of something devious? Scheming?" Aziraphale laughed along with Crowley -- for such a supposedly evil being, he sure had a contagious laugh -- and scribbled his fingers even faster. "Or are you just... ticklish?"

And if Crowley's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink, he hoped Aziraphale didn't notice.

"You're- teasing- me!" He sputtered indignantly, through bright, happy laughter.

Aziraphale paused, pretending to look offended, "No I'm not! I'm simply asking questions to figure out why you're laughing so much!"

In the midst of talking, he wasn't paying attention to what his hands were doing. His hands moved down to the hem of Crowley's shirt, causing the demon to jump, eyes wide.

Aziraphale's eyebrow raised quickly, "Oh?"

Crowley shook his head, stammering "No," and tugging on his hands.

As both of them knew, although the angel's corporeal form was strong, Crowley could easily have gotten his arms free by non-human means. Maybe he just didn't want to.

The most devilish grin to ever cross an angels face suddenly appeared on Aziraphale's. He let go of Crowley's arms, but not before preforming a miracle that kept his arms trapped in place, taut above his head.

Crowley's snake-like eyes grew wider as he tugged frantically on his arms, beginning to giggle nervously. His whole 'bad boy' persona was completely gone now, and he was quite enjoying this (though he'd never admit such a silly thing).

"Oh Crowley," Aziraphale teased, wiggling his fingers at the squirming demon, "are you prepared for your demise?"

That shut Crowley up.

Until Aziraphale did something truly evil. Something so evil that even the higher-ups in Hell couldn't dream of. He repeatedly squeezed Crowley's hips.

Crowley made the most embarrassing noise possible -- he squealed.

"AAAAZiraphale!!!" He laughed, wiggling as much as possible, "YOU BASSSSTARD!!"

Curse that stupid hissing. Usually he was able to disguise it, whenever Aziraphale caught him off guard with accidental(?) flirting or made a silly joke that a big bad demon like himself shouldn't laugh at. Speaking of laughing, Crowley was laughing more than he ever had in his life.

And it felt amazing. Having his angel so close to him in such an intimate way, literally on top of him. He was able to let his guard down.

The angel gasped, "What did you just call me, my dear boy?!"

Aziraphale skittered his fingers around Crowley's stomach and sides, relishing in the rare and genuine laughter.

Luckily, although neither of them could be sure if it was intentional or not, Aziraphale's miracle that pinned Crowley's hand was slowly faltering. Crowley didn't realize (he was laughing too hard to think about much) until his arms subconsciously snapped down to grab at Aziraphale's hands.

Aziraphale paused his attack, concerned about his friend(?). Crowley looked at him, as his leftover giggles became slightly more devious.

Crowley latched his clawed hands onto Aziraphale's clothed sides and rapidly squeezed, disrupting the power that Aziraphale had held over him, and toppling them both over onto their sides, facing each other.

Aziraphale tickled Crowley back, angelic giggles pouring out of his mouth.

"You- you're such a demon!" He exclaimed through loud laughter.

Crowley nodded, squirming closer to Aziraphale as they tickled each other.

They were practically cuddling as their fingers slowed to tracing each other's abdomens, softly giggling.

Aziraphale stared into Crowley's gorgeous auburn eyes and was struck with a sense of overwhelming love.

Crowley's smile was wider than it should have been from leftover giggles as he watched the angel and his smile and gorgeous face. As if God Herself had heard his thoughts, sunlight struck the angel's face in a certain way where he looked like he was glowing (although he may have been radiating an otherworldly glow from overwhelming happiness).

They stayed there for a while, in each others arms, staring lovingly into each other's eyes.

If you made it this far, thank you. Reblogs help writers and artists on tumblr a lot, so consider reblogging if you enjoyed <3. If you'd like, send me an ask if you want to talk about anything (related or unrelated to this fic), as it motivates me to write more.

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I SEE THE VISION OMG. Stealing the death spot HC like two water droplets absorbing each other. I can also totally see Mafuyu being totally fascinated with tickling Kanade. She'd like to figure out everything that can make her smile even the slightest bit like it's a puzzle that needs solving. They never really talk about it either, it just becomes a regular unspoken thing.

Can't stop thinking about a giggly Kanade being tickled for the first time since she was a small child and the ler just being so gentle and soft with her and her being so happy but confused because wow that's a lot and oh my god I can't stop smiling was it always this nice?

Also in a similar vein, hc that she isn't one to laugh much. Sure it makes her smile and feel good and all that, there just isn't much outward indication. It's very tingly and nice to her though.

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BWAAA! atti jumpscare! take ruinene tickle art b4 i inevitably disappear for 3 months

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Can't stop thinking about a giggly Kanade being tickled for the first time since she was a small child and the ler just being so gentle and soft with her and her being so happy but confused because wow that's a lot and oh my god I can't stop smiling was it always this nice?

Also in a similar vein, hc that she isn't one to laugh much. Sure it makes her smile and feel good and all that, there just isn't much outward indication. It's very tingly and nice to her though.

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Everyone say happy birthday

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Rough (Day) - Featherary Day 7

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lees: Akito Shinonome, Toya Aoyagi

Lers: Toya Aoyagi, Akito Shinonome

Romantic AkiToya

Word Ct: 1.7k

Warnings: Tickles

Summary: After the day Akito has had, all he wants is some playful affection from his boyfriend. Luckily, Toya is more than happy to both give and receive.

Yet another draft I dusted off and finished (read: finished, not polished/fixed/edited) for a birthday. Happy birthday Akito. Enjoy. You all can have some AkiToya as a treat.

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Akito stormed into the living room, tossed his bag on the ground, kicked off his shoes, and flopped onto the couch with a loud sigh.

"Hey." Toya greeted softly from his spot on the other end of the couch. He placed a bookmark to save where he was reading and set the book on the coffee table, giving his boyfriend his completely undivided attention. Toya knew he could be oblivious when it came to social situations but he prided himself in his astute ability to tell when Akito was upset. "Rough day?" 

Akito sighed again. "You wouldn't fucking believe it." He, with little grace, clambered across the couch to sit against Toya’s side, earning a slight, closed lip smile of both endearment and sympathy from the other. 

Toya was never certain how to comfort his partner in times like this but was glad to know Akito felt comfortable enough to initiate even a small action like that. Following his lead, Toya hesitantly guided his boyfriend's head onto his shoulder and ran a hand through his soft orange hair in a gentle, repetitive motion. "You want to talk about it?" 

Akito leaned into the touch and shut his eyes with a contented hum. "It's just dumbasses at work. Not much to talk about." 

"Ah, okay. If you're sure." Toya was concerned and couldn't help but feel a bit helpless. He couldn't stand to see the man he loved so stressed out. "Anything I can do?"

After a beat, Akito went slightly pink, burying his face into Toya's neck. Something clearly came to mind at the question and he seemed hesitant to share it. "No. No, just this is fine." He mumbled. He sounded as if he were trying to convince not only Toya, but also himself. It's a given that he utterly failed at both. 

Toya frowned. He knew when it came to affection, Akito had trouble asking for comfort. Still though, he couldn't help but hate it when his boyfriend was dishonest with him, especially about this. He only wanted to help however he could. "Hey." He turned his head to look at the man on his shoulder and squeezed his hand. "Kito? You know you can tell me anything? You don't need to be so embarrassed. It's just me."

The redhead flushed at how he was addressed. Toya wasn't typically one for nicknames, only resorting to them in moments of vulnerability. That genius idiot probably didn't even notice how the pet name made him want to spill his guts. He was far too weak to him. He took a deep breath, Toya would back off if he asked but that felt wrong. He wanted to be open. Unfortunately, open is hard to achieve when the subject is so... embarrassing. He opened his mouth, and closed it. "Yeah, I know. It's just that- well... Ugh." 

"Take your time. It's okay."

"I just... could you.. help me take my mind off it? With that dumb thing where we both... you know.... with the laughing?" Akito, the color of a tomato at this point, turned his face deeper into his partner to hide it.

Toya looked confused only for a moment before smiling fondly. "Oh. You mean you want to have a tickle fight?" 

The way he said it so casually rendered Akito speechless. He could only nod shyly. 

"Of course," Toya placed a gentle kiss on Akito's temple. "See? Nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm going to tickle you now. You can get me back if you'd like. Is that okay?" 

Akito, again, only gave a nod. 

Toya, not wanting to overwhelm him, wrapped an arm around the ginger and started to slowly trail his fingers over his sides. He was rewarded with little happy snickers slowly trickling into the room.

Akito felt a sudden burst of confidence overtake him through his laughter, energy flooding his chest like wildfire. His giggles seemed to melt away the tired frustration plaguing his heart and its place, an intense desire to get back at his boyfriend. He couldn't just sit here and take it. He wasn't going to let himself lose. He was going to turn that smug, stupid, beautiful smile into a panicked grin and make him scream in laughter. He did have permission after all. 

With no effort at all, Akito easily jerked himself from his boyfriend's clutches, flipped him onto his back, straddled his hips and began to claw wildly on his sides. 

"HAHAHA! AKIHITO!" Toya protested, immediately going limp at the surprise attack. "I- NAHAHAT- FAHAHAH!" He could barely even speak through his own wild peals of laughter.

"Not what? Not fair?" Akito grinned with a sense of satisfaction. "Hate to break it to you, hon, but life isn't fair." He leaned down close to Toya's neck, his breath making the pale skin tingle.

Time moved in slow motion for Toya as he felt his nerves light up in the brightest little firework explosions. If Akito managed to get his sides and neck at the same time, they both knew he was absolutely done for. He initially was unsure of how Akito was going to react to the tickles and, consequently, wanted to take it gently, at least to start. However, it seemed like his boyfriend had other plans, in a cruel betrayal leading him to his current predicament. He didn't have much time. All he knew was that he had to think of a way to get his boyfriend off of him and fast. He used the last of his strength to force himself forward enough to make a desperate grab at Akito's calves, dragging his short, blunt nails across them, just controlled enough not to scratch. 

The effect was immediate. Akito jerked back in surprise with a squeal, halting his attack on the soft sides in front of him just long enough for Toya to squirm out from under him, red faced and panting, and scramble a few feet away. He looked Akito in the eyes from their positions across from each other, eyes shining with pure mirth and adoration. "For someone who plahays so dirty, you're a bit ticklish yourself." He giggled out. 

"Oh you are so gonna get it now!" Akito yelled with a playful grin as he made a dive for Toya. "Come back her-HEHHE!"

He was cut off by ten fingers wiggling quickly into his tummy with the precision of a well practiced musician, targeting the carefully studied spots Toya knew would get him flailing and squealing like there's no tomorrow. Still tickling, Toya carefully pushed Akito onto his back, laying his own body on top of him. He was so weak from his still ongoing laughter and thrashing, Akito had no choice but to let him. 

Before he even had the chance to fight back, Toya readjusted himself and burrowed his head under his shirt, punctuating the movement with a large raspberry directly onto the unprotected belly. If Akito was going to go for his worst, he didn't see why he couldn't do the same in return.

“NOHOHOT THEHRE! SHIHIT TOYA!” His pleas fell on deaf ears as he felt Toya take in another breath of air to torment him with. “NAHAHAT AGAHAIHN! PLEHEHASE!” 

The next raspberry from hell was accompanied by Toya shaking his head back and forth like a wet dog trying to dry itself off. Akito had no time to dwell on the absurd juxtaposition that was his loving boyfriend acting even remotely similar to such a filthy creature; The soft blue locks of hair now adding to the sensation on his most ticklish spot served as quite the distraction. Akito threw his head back in shrieks of laughter and kicked with every scrap of remaining movement in his legs. He begged and shouted profanities that lost more and more clarity by the second. Damn Toya and his damn breath support. 

By the time Toya finished his raspberry, his partner had long since been reduced to no more than a babbling mess of insults and giggles. He panted desperately, thanking whatever was out there that had granted him freedom from his merciless boyfriend. The boyfriend so horrid and unjust that his gaze upon emerging from under his shirt was nothing but… soft. Toya looked at the other with nothing but love and maybe a hint of concern in his gray irises. He sat back on Akito’s legs, giving him room to sit up and breathe against the arm of the couch. 

“My apologies Akito. I didn’t mean for that to be so.. Intense. I hope I didn’t go too far.” He seemed shy. Embarrassed. He avoided direct eye contact. Good thing there was an easy fix for that. 

“Oh-” Akito gasped, still exhausted and taking in all the fresh air he could. “That was too far alright-” 

Toya’s face hardened with guilt. 

“-because you are so dead now. I hope that little stunt was worth it.” He smirked. 

Guilt turned to confusion. Confusion turned to realization. Realization turned to panic. Panic turned to whatever happens when embarrassment, dread, and unadulterated love for another mixed together in one large cocktail of red faced emotion. 

Akito,still laying down, pulled him close into what those unacquainted to Akito-typical ticklish revenge may have mistaken for just an innocent hug. Toya, however, knew better. That particular strain of naivete thinking had been ruined a long, long time ago. He giggled nervously, knowing full well what was about to come. 

“Any last words?” Akito teased directly into his ear, “Wanna apologize yet?” 

The defiant proclamation in return was said through a growing fit of anticipatory giggles. “I refuse to apologize for anything that makes you smile.” 

“Oi. Shut up, you.” Those were the last coherent words Toya would process for a while as his partner’s hands retreated from their gentle grasp on his waist to drilling deep into his hips. Though it was impossible to say Toya was wrong. This did make Akito happy. He loved the laughing and how distracting everything was and how he could make his stoic boyfriend squeal like a little kid. 

Toya thrashed and laughed his hardest at the tickling but none of it even came close to the warmth he felt looking at Akito’s mouth curled into a smile. Smug and determined of course, but happy nonetheless. 

Bad moods and worse days were always going to be inevitable, but with just as much certainty to the young couple, there was always the other waiting at home to make it all go away. 

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We're going to collectively pretend that 9 months after a prompt list is an acceptable time frame to continue to work on said prompt list. Okay? Okay.

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Honami Mochizuki Tickle HCs

It's exactly what it says on the tin, folks; A collection of fluffy tickle headcanons all centered around my personal favorite favorite apple pie enthusiast. Enjoy.

She'd definitely be a switch, with a very slight lee lean. 

To her, tickling is in an INCREDIBLY vulnerable and personal (but not inherently romantic) thing, so she'd have to be super comfortable with anyone she's doing it with

As a ler, she's an absolute SWEETHEART 

She most often tickles the rest of L/n and sometimes her little brother, but will also go for Kanade if she asks, or Emu if she's clearly trying to initiate it. 

She would constantly be checking in on the lee and asking to make sure they're still having fun.

Is very gentle and caring, especially with teasing. Her teasing is less intentional teasing, and more so genuine complements and affirmations that can't help fill her head at the moment. 

Kind of to the tune of "Goodness honey, your laugh is so pretty. You're doing so well. Keep laughing, just like that for me. Thank you so much for trusting me so much"

Her tickles are just as soft and sweet too.

Unlike her guitarist bandmates, as a drummer, her nails are allowed to get a little long. I like to think she generally keeps them flush with her fingertips, which makes them perfect for scribbling. 

Scribbles and kisses are her two favorite methods to use, though she gets a little shy about the second one. She'd have to be really close with the lee to initiate any kind of mouth tickles.

Very very much loves cuddling with lees. Her ideal situation would be spooning up close with them and scribbling and tracing their belly and whispering into their ear about how cute they are.

For this reason: she gives the BEST relaxation/sleepytime tickles. 

She doesn’t really actively want or initiate tickle fights. She'll participate if dragged asked, but really she loves giving her entire attention to her lee/receiving a ler's entire attention. She can get overwhelmed pretty easily if she has to focus on both. 

Also doesn't really surprise others with tickles. She worries a lot about if the lee really wants it, so she will ALWAYS ask.

It's sweet that she cares, but it gets embarrassing to have to tell her "Yes I would really like to be tickled right now." Every. Single. Time.

This especially bothers Shiho, which Honami finds adorable.

In a bad ler mood, she flusters HERSELF trying to ask for permission.

Saki gets incredibly cocky teasing her because of it; crop tops, feet across Honami's lap, stretching, the whole nine yards until Honami finally breaks and asks because even if blatantly provoked, she refuses without explicit verbal permission. 

Flustered ler Honami can be dangerous. All that built up need to make someone laugh tends to come out as swift, unrelenting scribbling. 

Her favorite form of aftercare is cuddling her lees and, if available, giving them homemade food and a cold glass of water, no matter if they're completely out of it, or just a little giggly.

At the end of the day, ultimately she's happy with whatever makes the lee happy. 

She lives for being able to make the people she loves smile and wind down, it makes her feel so fuzzy and accomplished. 

Lee Honami is just as sweet though 

Just like the way she gives, she has a major preference for receiving very gentle tickles; doesn't really like being made to laugh to the point of screaming or making it strenuous to talk. 

Her most ticklish spot would have to be her feet or her thighs.

As alluded to earlier, she can't handle much on either spot, even one or two fingers can have her brain completely shot. 

I also think she's a little chubby and more than a little insecure about it. The obvious solution is cheer up tummy tickles

Cheeks are surprisingly sensitive

Kisses there get her BAD, much to the delight of any romantic partner(s)

If her hair isn't tied out of the way, it can brush up against her cheeks, making her all giggly and smiley for "no reason" 

She'd never admit it but she will sometimes leave her hair untied for expressly that purpose.

She's just very ticklish in general.

Doesn't squirm at all when tickled. Her whole body relaxes and she really just sits back and lets herself enjoy it. 

She'll kick a little if you get her really bad, but it's more of a result of having too much bubbly energy rather than trying to fight/get away.

If she trusts someone enough to let them tickle her, she knows she won't be pushed past any limits she doesn't want to, so why not let loose?

That does not, however, mean she has an easy time asking for it when she wants it. She's far from Shiho's level of "bad at asking" but it definitely takes some time and coaxing.

Any kind of teasing involving anything like "the tickle monster is gonna get youuu~" makes her absolutely lose her mind in the best way possible. She both loves and is terrified of the tickle monster. 

The idea of a being whose sole purpose is to make her lose herself in laughter is so so so flustering to her. 

When they were little, Tsukasa used to chase all of Leo/need around the house while making growling monster noises and wiggling his fingers, and Honami would try to hide behind curtains or the couch, but her anticipation giggles would give her away every single time. 

Other than Saki herself of course, Honami is secretly his favorite one of his sister's friends, in no small part due to that memory.

Her chin and jaw are probably her favorite spots.

Hold her face and gently tickle and she MELTS. 

When she's all happy and melty, she gets very honest and has a very hard time holding back, meaning any thought that goes into her head comes right out her mouth. People who know her well have learned to expect a steady stream of complements and about a thousand "I love you"'s 

She is predominantly tickled by Saki, Ichika, and Emu. Shiho gets shy about it, but will if directly asked (by either Honami herself or another L/n member helping out)

Tickling is a good way for the ones she loves to comfort, reassure her, and get her out of her own head and she loves everything about being so helpless and cared for.

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I would die for Honami Mochizuki.

Another one coming out of the vault of my Google Drive for a birthday! This I wanna say has been there since April?

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For pjsk specifically, here’s a link

For anything else, I just googled [insert fandom] tierlist and then once you find one, hit “alignment chart” and add the words.

Have this thing I made a few days ago

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Tickletober Scenarios Day 8: Alien

Emu and Nene, also mentions Rui and RoboNene

Again, another cop out prompt. Get used to it. I reiterate: my blog my rules. Alien. As in the hit song Alien Alien covered by hit game Project Sekai characters Emu Otori and Nene Kusanagi. Without further ado, enjoy some ambiguous EmuNene for the soul.

Emu is such a tickle monster and nobody will ever be able to tell me otherwise. She thinks it's such a fun way to get out energy, both giving and receiving. Nothing makes her happier than a playful tickle fight and is constantly looking for "excuses" to tickle her friends. Though they're not really excuses. It'd be more accurate to say she looks for any and every situation where tickles can be implemented.

Nene, as her close friend who can be gloomy/shy/insecure, she is a very common victim loving recipient of these tickles, but she gets super embarrassed and will deliberately hide and control her reactions, leading Emu to think that she's less ticklish than she actually is.

Emu has one hundred percent tried to tickle RoboNene and was VERY disappointed when it didn't work. "Nene is ticklish! Why isn't RoboNene? :(" Leading Rui, who can't ever say no to Emu's sad face, onto a very in depth journey trying to figure out how to make a robot ticklish.

Eventually, he got it. Much to Nene's dismay and mortification, RoboNene's "tickle spots" were EXACT matches to her own thanks to Rui's long time knowledge and plenty of experience in the realm of tickling Nene. The only problem is that RoboNene doesn't have the shame to hide it like her human counterpart. This was only discovered after watching Emu tickle RoboNene for the millionth time (which I'd imagine watching your friend tickle a robot replica of yourself is the sort of trainwreck you can't tear your eyes from) and Emu making a comment to Rui about how RoboNene is more ticklish than Nene-Nene. Rui would smile and make some dumb smug response about how actually they're identical. (inden-tickle. Ha.)

Emu of course HAS to try it out, she pokes a spot on RoboNene and asks how ticklish it was before applying her answer to the real Nene who can't even deny it when the evidence is right there.

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TickleTober Day 7: Flustered

Day: 7!! Keep in mind this isn’t proof read.

Shiho x Saki from Project Sekai

“Saki, this is embarrassing…” Shiho complained with a red face, sitting on the couch with her face hidden behind her hands. Saki couldn’t help but smile, looking at her girlfriend who wore a pair of cat ears on her head.

Her pink cheeks also made the pianist laugh a bit, “You said you would do whatever I want if I memorized those notes in a day! You should have seen it coming.” Saki sat down next to her, tugging a bit at her wrist. “Besides, you look soooo cute!”

Shiho groaned a bit at the compliment, her hand’s eventually moving away from her face as she looked at her girlfriend. “Come on… I look stupid.” Shiho said hesitantly, her cheeks still burning red.

“No you don’t!” Saki retorted instantly, cupping her cheek with a gentle touch. Shiho leaned against her hand, bringing her own up to softly hold it against her face. “Y'know what, I'm sure Honami and Ichika will agree with me!”

Shiho deadpanned for a second after hearing those words, “Wait.. what?” She looked to see Saki bringing her phone up, and before she could remove the accessory or shove her phone away she heard the snap of a camera go off.

The guitarist’s face somehow turned an even deeper red, growing very flustered. “Saki?! No no no— you can’t just—!” Shiho reached out for her phone desperately, and in return Saki jumped away from her hand’s and off the couch.

“Hold on! I haven’t even looked at the photo yet!” Saki let out a small laugh, but those words gave Shiho a small amount of relief that the photo is nowhere close to being sent… she still grabbed frantically at the phone though.

This prompted Saki to hold the phone above her head, Shiho threw the cat ears off and reached her hand up. “Don’t be so embarrassed! I promise, you look adorable!” Saki sounded genuine… but Shiho was far too flustered to listen to her.

“That doesn’t matter! Saki— Just let me delete it!” Shiho raised her voice a bit, her eyes closing shut for a moment in heightened embarrassment. All before she heard a loud yelp from her girlfriend, Shiho opened her eye’s to find her hand resting against Saki’s upper ribcage.

They both froze for a moment, Shiho’s flustered expression being replaced with a small smile as she remembered something— Saki was very, very ticklish. The blonde noticed this change in demeanor, and came to the same conclusion. Her arm instantly shot down as the phone was held tightly against her chest— before she bolted for it.

She didn’t get very far as Shiho was quick to act this time, latching her fingers onto her sides as they both tumbled down to the floor. Saki was already giggling madly, despite Shiho removing her fingers and only looming over her.

“Shihohoho! Ihihim sohohorry!” She apologized through laughter, gasping when Shiho placed her hands gently onto her hips. She didn’t start tickling her, but the touch already made her feel ticklish.

“You say sorry, but you’re still hiding your phone?” Shiho questioned somewhat playfully, before reaching out to grab the phone again. She watched as Saki stubbornly turned it away from her, and took that as a cue to start.

She then began squeezing gently at her hips, she couldn’t help but still be careful about how rough she was with her, even now that Saki’s been out of the hospital for awhile. This gentle touch was still enough to get her laughing as she squirmed frantically.

“Wahahahait! Cohohome ohohon!” She complained lightheartedly, letting go of her phone with her left hand and grabbing Shiho’s wrist in a weak attempt at shoving her away. The guitarist's hands didn't budge, only moving up a bit as she targeted her sides.

Saki continued to laugh, her face turning a bit red just like how Shiho’s was earlier. “So… are we gonna skip to the point where you give me your phone? Or do I really have to tickle it from you?” Saki listened as Shiho joked at her expense, not being able to do much in response.

She took her answer of laughter as a reply, “suit yourself then.” Shiho’s lips formed an amused grin, switching her tickling towards Saki’s stomach as the blonde exploded into loud fits of laughter. Her squirming increased as she swayed side to side, kicking her legs on the floor.

“AHAhahaha! I gihihive— I gihihive! Tahahake it!” Saki yelled out with laughter laced words, completely letting go of her phone as her arms wrapped around her stomach. Trying desperately to shield the ticklish spot from her girlfriends fingers.

Shiho watched the phone drop and snatched it, opening up the camera app and looking at the photo she had taken. While still tickling Saki with one hand, she noticed a blurry looking image— With hints of colours that only some people would be able to notice and realize Shiho was the one photographed.

She almost grew flustered again seeing how much she overreacted, especially when no one would be able to tell it was her unless they were told so. This thought almost distracted her from her girlfriend who was still laughing uncontrollably.

Shiho soon slowed down her fingers, getting off of her and going to check if she was alright. “Oh, crap— I got a bit carried away…” Shiho commented as Saki tried to catch her breath, still smiling from what just happened.

“Ihihit’s okay… I noticed how gentle you were with me, you didn’t get carried away at all!” Saki replied, starting to sit up as she looked at her girlfriend. Shiho’s face looked like she had been caught, Saki must have realized all those past times Shiho had been very gentle with her in worry.

“So, how did the photo turn out?” Saki said jokingly, causing Shiho’s expression to say even more ‘Oh shit, I've been caught…’

Shiho didn’t want to lie to Saki though, so she spoke up honestly. “The photo wasn't even in focus! No one would have been able to notice it was me…” she admitted. Saki instantly exploded back into laughter, thinking the whole situation was hilarious. Her flustered cheeks returned instantly, but she decided she deserved to be teased a bit for this…

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Actual picture of me when the difficult Tickletober list I picked actually ends up being difficult.

No Tickletober post today because once again I don't like the prompt but also because I put out two actual bits of content back to back which has got to be a new record or something. Happy Saturday, folks.

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Haruka Kiritani Tickle HCs

Obligatory Warning: This post is entirely focused on SFW fluffy tickles.

She is a full on pure switch.

Very very (canonically) casual about it, Painful Hope event my beloved.

She just sees it as silly fun and an easy way of getting people to smile.

Obviously not with strangers of course, but she doesn't need to be particularly close or best friends with anyone to enjoy tickling/being tickled. If everyone involved is comfortable, then she is too.

As a ler, she is an absolute menace to all lees everywhere

What makes her so bad is the fact that she doesn't necessarily go for worst spots per sae.

Instead, she will quickly and methodically figure out what teases get to her lee and then proceed to exploit those weaknesses for all they're worth.

Her "it's tickle time" line in Painful Hope kills me

She will sit there and try every. little. thing. until she can figure out what exactly is the most effective.

She's also the perceptive type, so don't even try to hide your reactions unless you want to be at her mercy for much much longer.

Of course she has the capacity to be gentle, and can and will do so at the slightest request/sign of discomfort, it's just not her go to.

Though gentle tickles with her are so. good.

Again, perceptive, so she can tell exactly how happy her lee is and how gentle they want.

Just because she knows though, doesn't mean she won't ask. One of her favorite teases is trying to get a lee to admit exactly what they want in heavy detail.

Most often, she tickles all of MMJ and An, and will sometimes also go for Saki, Ichika, Miku or Rin, but most of her friends have experienced it at least once.

Now just because she knows what she's doing doesn't mean she's always confident and mean.

And yeah, cocky ler Haruka can be devestating but I also raise you (vaguely inspired by something Atti said once) giddy ler Haruka

Haruka who just gets so happy to be able to let loose with her loved ones that she can't stop smiling and blushing watching them fall for pieces under her touch

She gets so much pure amazement from the fact that she made them smile like that. They're laughing because of her.

Sometimes, she'll think so much about it that she'll just stop tickling entirely.

Leaving her lee with either confusion and worry (in the cases of Minori, Shizuku, and Miku) or a perfect opportunity to tease her (An, Airi, and Rin)

She is surprisingly far easier to tease as a ler than a lee.

To her, it's far more embarrassing to be making someone else laugh than laughing herself.

If she's the one laughing, she can hide behind the fact that she can't control it. Her reactions are due to the fact that the ler wants to see them. But when she's doing the tickling, it's all on her. Like a big neom sign pointed right at her saying she loves tickling.

Though there's not much of that she can hide anymore.

BEAUTIFUL lee. Yk that idol sparkle thing she does? Yeah.

Her tickle laugh is nothing less than enchanting.

Her worst spot by a mile is her belly. Poor girl can't take it at all.

She learned at a young age not to wear crop tops or anything that remotely shows her stomach around An unless she wants to get wrecked to bits.

She very frequently wears crop tops around An

The only people that ever regularly try to get her back are Saki, Rin, An, and Airi.

Minori in particular feels a little shy and intimidated by going up to her idol and doing something as childish as tickling her despite the fact that not two days ago, said idol pinned her to the ground and tickled her to oblivion.

Miku, Luka, and especially Rin like to offer to tickle her when she's feeling down.

Ever since finding out how much she likes it, it has become Rin's go to for cheering up Haruka.

When she gets too in her own head, sometimes before she even notices it herself, she'll find herself in a spontaneous hug from Rin and a few moments later, doubled over in laughter.

She's about average in terms of general ticklishness and doesn't have a whole lot of weird spots but is pretty ticklish in most common places, (sides, feet, armpits, neck, etc.)

She is not at all embarrassed about being tickled, maybe gets a little pink over her more extreme reactions, but other than that is pretty much unshakable.

That does not keep her from hiding/controlling her laugh. She's not embarrassed about being tickled, but she is VERY embarrassed about her natural tickle laugh.

It takes a certain stubbornness and preserverance to get her to finally stop manufacturing her laughter. She is very well practiced in that regard.

Verbal teasing to the tune of "Aw, does that tickle?" or "What's so funny? Why are you laughing?" doesn't do a whole lot in terms of flustering her.

She's also very used to being called pretty/affirmations in her general appearance so for the most part, complements don't get her very bad.

Even if she gets insecure, she's still used to hearing it so it doesn't have much of an effect.

(Unless they are from a romantic interest OR happen to be when she's already feeling down about herself and then they're pretty decent at making butterflies)

The real big ones though are the holy grails of both physical teasing and baby talk.

Slowly pushing up her shirt and "accidentally" brushing against her stomach actually kills her.

And "Kitchi kitchi coo!" Makes her lose her mind.

She's just so so so soft and I adore her. Live laugh lee ler Haruka

[practickles]

Soft - Featherary Day 6

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lee: An Shiraishi

Ler: Haruka Kiritani

Romantic HaruAn

Word Ct: 1.6k

Warnings: Tickles

Summary: Haruka is a moning person. An is not. When An needs to be awake at an hour that, in her opinion, no human being should have to be up at, her girlfriend is more than happy to help her.

In honor of Haruka's birthday, have this fic that has been sitting around finished in my drive since June "for when I'm caught up on reqs". I'm not caught up yet but Haruka can have some ler-ing as a birthday treat.

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The rising sun streaked through the curtains, providing slight warmth and gently illuminating the two girls cuddled together, fast asleep under the fluffy covers. The sounds of the birds chirping outside combined with the low whir of the fan coming from the ceiling created a calming aura that hung in the air. The scene was delicate and serene and that is exactly what Haruka felt as she stirred awake at the same time she always did.

She sat up a little in bed and took in the view. The sunrise, the light breeze making the trees outside sway, and most importantly, the sleepy An curled into her side. She looked so pretty with her eyes closed, a lazy expression, and a faint smile over her face. She looked so at peace in her arms, Haruka almost felt guilty disturbing her. As much as she wanted to stay here in this moment, one that made sleep look underwhelming as the quiet early mornings next to her lover beat any dream she could ever have, it was time for the day to begin. 

Haruka smiled fondly and planted a kiss on her girlfriend’s forehead. Usually, she would have to meticulously worm her way out of An’s (surprisingly firm for someone sleeping) grasp in order to start her morning routine. Today, however, An had a particularly early morning practice with Vivid Bad Squad, reluctantly scheduled in order to accommodate everyone else’s plans for the rest of the day. The previous night, she had specifically requested for Haruka to wake her up when she got up for her morning workout, forgoing an alarm in exchange for the idol’s flawless circadian rhythm.

The blue haired girl allowed herself one more minute to admire An’s relaxed and softly snoring form before finally beginning to shake her shoulder. 

“An? Darling, it’s time to wake up.” She held her close and kissed her temple, trying to wake her gradually. 

“Mmmmm, noooo-” An groaned sleepily and rolled over in her hold. “Sleep.”

Haruka giggled at the reaction and ran a hand through her long, ombre hair. Her heart gave a pleasant squeeze at the scene. She regretted having to be the one to bring about its end. “No more sleep. It’s time to wake up.”

An groaned again, but didn’t give any verbal response, clearly already falling back into her slumber. 

“You have to wake up, now, love.” Haruka kissed her cheek. “You have practice, remember?” If she was being honest with herself, this didn’t come as much of a surprise. An was notorious for both not being a morning person and for being incredibly stubborn. A frustrating combination when you were the one expected to get her out of bed at the crack of dawn.

“Nooo I don’t. You do.” An rolled back over and clung to Haruka, making it abundantly clear with her grip alone that she had no intention of letting go anytime soon. 

“We both have things to do this morning.” Haruka wrapped an arm around her body, giving a quick, affectionate squeeze. “And you asked me to get you up, remember?’

An, again, said nothing. Though Haruka suspected this time was more of a matter of ignoring her rather than her not being fully conscious yet. 

She wasn’t going to be convinced by words alone, that much was not only obvious, but also expected from anyone who knew An in any capacity. Haruka knew she had to take a different approach. Luckily, she had just the one in mind. “If you’re going to act like that, An, I’ll have to use another way to wake you up, okay? Just remember that you wanted this.” The smirk in Haruka’s voice was audible, even from An’s position, who was turned towards Haruka and using the entirety of her upper body as a makeshift pillow. 

“Mmmm, not awheheke!” Uncontrolled, loopy giggles burst from An as she felt gentle fingers tapping on her back.

“Well, we can do something about that, right?” Haruka knew full well how ticklish An’s back could be. If even tapping got her this bad, she was eager to see just how far she could take it in her uncooperative, silly state. “Is this waking you up?” Her fingers tapped rapidly up and down all over An’s back as she giggled herself silly, completely unable to hold back. 

“Nohoho! Hehe!” An wiggled back and forth and weakly kicked her legs out. 

“I don't know, you're looking pretty lively you know. But if you need even more waking up-” Haruka took a single nail and dragged it over An’s spine. 

“EEEE! Nahahat that!” An squealed in delight as her squirming grew. 

“You know how to make me stop.” Haruka grinned and repeated the action, eliciting a similar reaction. 

“Nohoho! Nohot gehehetting up! EEEHE!” An leaned forward, away from the hands on her back but closer to the idol in front of her, effectively keeping her trapped against her girlfriend. 

Haruka clicked her tongue, “So stubborn.” Her playful tone sent butterflies straight to An’s stomach. “I gave you a chance to listen on your own but now I have no choice but to make you. Get ready, love.” She pulled her hands away, no longer touching An, causing the latter to burst into more giggles. She knew where this was heading and despite her face going red and chest growing tight, she couldn't wait.  

The time Haruka wasn't doing anything felt like torture. An couldn't tell when she was going to make her move. Every breath she took held the wonderfully dizzying fear that it would be interrupted with laughter. She inhaled, trying to calm her nerves and let out a shaky sigh. She was in the middle of repeating the action when she felt the fabric of the back of her shirt being gently pulled upwards and the cool air against her bare skin. Light fingertips brushed her as they passed by, but made no movement to strike. The tension in the air grew thick.

The noises of nature waking up alongside them had strayed from the zone of comforting and relaxing to almost mocking. The birds outside remained singing their gentle song, completely oblivious to and in spite of An’s predicament. The moment was theirs and theirs alone to share, which on one hand was beautiful in that they got to share such an intimate and loving morning together, but on the other made An’s skin prickle. Yes they were alone together but that also meant she was the sole focus of all of her girlfriend’s teasing attention with no chance of a distraction. 

Haruka might call it poetic but An just saw it as yet another one of the many ways she was trapped. Not even the birds could save her now. She smiled softly thinking about how much she loved and trusted this woman. In nobody else’s arms could she ever feel so secure and happy to be trapped. 

And then all ten wiggling fingers descended onto her back at once. “ACKAHAHAHAHA HARU PLEAHEASE!” She arched herself away from the tickles, again curling forward to the very source of them. 

“Begging already, sweetie?” Haruka smirked, already love drunk on An’s sleepy laughter and wanting more than anything to hear more. “Does the morning really make you that weak? Or maybe just more ticklish? You really are a street singer then if you flourish at night.”

“SHUHUT UHUP!” An shrieked.

“I will…” Haruka let her hands drag towards An’s upper back. “As soon as you get up.” 

“NEHEVER!” An challenged confidently through her loud laughter.

Haruka smiled far too softly for what she was planning, she expected no less defiance from her competitive girlfriend. Lucky for the both of them though, Haruka could be just as competitive herself. 

“Never? That’s a pretty strong word for someone about to get her armpits tickled.” 

“WahaHAHAHAIT!-” The bright laughter filling the room increased in volume as An’s panicked voice processed the meaning of the threat. 

“Wait? What for? I thought you said you'd never get up. There's nothing to wait for if you plan on being here forever.” Haruka showed the slightest bit of what may be considered remorse in the form of a quick peck on An’s cheek.

The ‘apologetic’ gesture meant very little to its recipient though when just as she felt the fleeting sensation of gentle lips leaving her, she was overwhelmed with two hands each forcing their way under one of her arms.

“NAHAHAT THEHERE! ANHYWHERE BUHUT-” An gasped desperately before descending into booming cackles she couldn't even begin to try and form words through. 

Haruka was anything but cruel, meaning her attack was, while brutal, still short-lived. Once she had removed her hands from the death spots, she began to comfortingly rub the shoulders of An’s still hysterical form.

“Ahaha- Thaha- That’s cheheating. You're suhuch a cheater.” She had somehow managed to contort her face into an odd mix of the remnants of her giggles, a good natured smile, and a pout. 

Haruka playfully rolled her eyes and kissed the tips of her girlfriend’s bright red ears. “You started it. I wouldn't have had to tickle you if you had just gotten up, which by the way we still need to do.” 

“Mmm, five more minutes?” An snuggled close to Haruka’s chest before even receiving an answer. “I’ve earned it.” 

Haruka could only chuckle and scratch affectionately at An’s scalp. “Yes, I suppose you have. But if you try for any more than five…”

An shivered at the feeling of tapping on her back.

“I think we both know what will happen to you.”

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She was definitely still late to practice