#sk8 tickling

[ticklishfanart]

The boys are fightingggg

Grrr I love them

Reki started it for no reason, he just likes to tickle langa which is pretty bold for someone who’s more ticklish in more spots, but I can’t judge too much on that front. Theyre just gonna keep it up until they tire themselves out 😴

[wertzunge]

A Master's Punishment

A/N: @dokidoki-muffin I wish you a wonderful happy birthday~ May the upcoming year be full of wonderful moments. I wish you a lot of health and luck in your upcoming new year of life. For your annual birthday gift I took some inspo from one of your own arts, so pls forgive me for that~ Enjoy your day~

Summary: Surprise

Words: 1,578 words under the cut

Tadashi should have known something was coming the moment Ainosuke called him into the private room of the estate with that smile - the kind that never meant anything good for him, yet always made something flutter nervously in his stomach.

Ainosuke stood in front of the bed with his coat off, his sleeves rolled back, and an expression that was far too entertained for someone supposedly “disappointed in his assistant”. “Tadashi,” Ainosuke purred, stepping closer to the other, “I’ve been… rather unsatisfied with your work lately,” he finished with a sly grin on his lips.

The brunette straightened instinctively, posture crisp. “My apologies. If there was an error in the scheduling for the next-” “Oh, no, no, no. Nothing like that.” The other cut him off with a mischievous grin, placing a gloved finger under his chin and tipping it up. “This is less about your work… and more about your actions.”

“My… actions?” Tadashi repeated carefully, though the back of his neck already warmed with dread. Whenever Ainosuke used that tone, it meant one thing: He was bored, and a bored Ainosuke was dangerous - in more than one way. “Yes.”

Ainosuke’s eyes gleamed as he raised a silk necktie - one Tadashi was certain had not been there a moment ago. “You’ve been too stiff around me lately. Too restrained.” He leaned forward, lips curling. “And I think it’s time I loosen you up.” Tadashi swallowed. Hard. Oh no.

But he nodded and let Ainosuke guide him to the bed, before he was pushed on it while his wrists were pulled up above his head. The tie tightened around them with a practiced tug - not painful, just restrictive and embarrassingly enough, Tadashi let out the faintest, most involuntary sound of anticipation when Ainosuke secured them at the bedframe.

The bluenette noticed, of course. He always noticed. “Oh? Agreeable today, aren’t we?” he murmured. “It’s… simply to humor you,” Tadashi said, though the slight pink on his cheeks made the defense weak at best. Ainosuke only hummed, thoroughly pleased, and pointed toward the small wooden stocks placed at the foot of the bed.

How could he have overlooked them? “Feet, Tadashi. In. Now!” A tiny sigh escaped him - half reluctant, half resigned - but he obeyed, sliding his ankles into place. Ainosuke locked the stocks gently, as if sealing something he’d been waiting to do for far too long.

“There,” Ainosuke said brightly, eying his handiwork. “Perfect. Now, shall we begin?” he said, sounding as if locking your assistant’s feet in some stocks was the most normal thing in the world. Well, considering his past actions, something like this wasn't surprising anymore. Ainosuke Shindo wasn't someone you would call "normal" anyways.

He sauntered to the end of the bed and settled himself comfortably, crossing one knee over the other in a way that made everything feel much more intentional and intimate than Tadashi knew how to handle. Ainosuke peeked down at Tadashi’s feet, still neatly tucked into his polished dress shoes. “Let’s free these, shall we?” he said, drawing out each word.

His fingers slid onto the laces, tugging slowly - too slowly. Tadashi tensed. Ainosuke immediately grinned. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what’s coming~” “I’m fully aware,” he muttered with painful honesty. Ainosuke laughed softly, wickedly. “Good.”

He loosened one lace at an agonizing pace, pulling the bow apart and tugging the string through each eyelet with exaggerated patience. Tadashi felt every subtle shift, every brush of fingertips too close to his ankle. A sweat drop ran down his forehead, the anticipation was driving him crazy.

Shoes that normally slipped off with a firm tug took Ainosuke minutes as he rocked them side to side, heel to toe, savoring Tadashi’s rising tension. And when he finally slid the first shoe off, Tadashi’s toes curled inside his thin socks, his breath held tight. “Oh?” Ainosuke said with delighted surprise. “Already reacting? How adorable.”

The second shoe came off just as slowly, all while Ainosuke was eying the other like a lion watching its prey, his eyes perceiving each eye flicker, each nervous twitch the other made. Tadashi exhaled in one sharp puff the moment the cool air touched both socked feet.

His breath hitched when he experimentally dragged his fingers over his soles, wiggling them playfully. “Hnnghg!” Tadashi regretted the second the sound left his mouth - as if his master already didn’t know of it. The blue-haired smirked. That reaction was all he needed.

“Now then…” Ainosuke mused, reaching into a small tray he’d clearly prepared beforehand - because of course he had - “…let’s make this interesting.” A bottle of scented oil glimmered in his hand. “Mr. Ainosuke-” Tadashi started, voice tightening. “Yes?” Ainosuke chimed, already drizzling a bit onto his palms. “Something to say before we proceed?”

“It’s unnecessary,” Tadashi said quickly, too quickly. Ainosuke leaned down so their eyes met, smirking. “That’s why it’s fun.” For one at least, Tadashi thought, but didn’t dare to speak it out loud. He knew Ainosuke too well for that. And then his hands slid over Tadashi’s socked soles.

The touch made Tadashi jerk automatically, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth as the oil dampened the fabric and Ainosuke’s thumbs pressed through it. “Mr. AiHin- AHinos- hng!” “Already?” Ainosuke teased, fingers tracing deliberate circles through the thin material. “I’ve barely touched you.” Tadashi tried very hard to maintain composure.

It lasted about three seconds. “A-Ah-! WahHAH! Mr. AiHihinosukeHehehe!” “Much better,” Ainosuke praised. He peeled the first sock down slowly, the fabric dragging along Tadashi’s sensitive arch in a way that made his voice catch in the back of his throat. The second sock followed, each inch of exposed skin making Tadashi’s breath shorter.

And when both socks dropped onto the sheets, Ainosuke exhaled dramatically. “What a sight. You really do have lovely feet, Tadashi.” Tadashi’s ears burned. “Please- get on with it.” “Oh, I will~” Ainosuke’s fingers descended with no hesitation. The first touch made Tadashi jolt so hard he almost pulled his arms free. “AHAHA! NoHoho! W-WAIT!”

Ainosuke laughed under his breath, stroking up his arch with one fingertip. “You’re unbelievably sensitive.” “AHAHAHA! I- IHihi caHAhahan’t!” “Oh, but you can,” Ainosuke said warmly, wiggling his fingers across the base of Tadashi’s toes, “and you will.” Tadashi thrashed, laughter bursting out of him helplessly.

Every brush of his fingers, every teasing swipe, turned his orderly composure into complete disarray. “Trying to apologize earlier?” Ainosuke asked, voice purring while he scribbled a pattern across Tadashi’s sole. “I- AHAHA! I’M SOHOHO- SORRY!” “For what?” Ainosuke grinned. “Existing? Breathing near me? Being adorable when tickled?” That was hell.

“STAHAHAHP IHIHIT!” “No.” Ainosuke reached for a soft hairbrush, holding it up like a magician revealing his favorite trick. “Let’s see how you handle this.” “N-No AinosuHuke, coHome on!” The brush swept down his sole. Tadashi screamed with laughter. “AH! HAHAHAAHAHAH! GOD- PLEASE!” Ainosuke beamed. “Beautiful reaction. Truly.”

He alternated between fingers and brush, sometimes skimming lightly under Tadashi’s toes, sometimes dragging deliberately slow strokes that made the other’s laugh break into high-pitched hiccups. “Tell me,” Ainosuke chimed over Tadashi’s breathless cackling, “do you actually hate this?”

Tadashi tried to inhale, tried to respond, tried to do anything other than laugh - but each attempt dissolved into another frantic burst of sound. “NNOOOHOHO!” he finally choked out. Ainosuke’s smile softened with victory. “Exactly what I thought.” He set the brush aside and reached for a pair of grooming gloves covered in soft, flexible nubs.

“Tadashi,” he said with bright, dangerous cheer, sliding them on one finger at a time, “the evening is far from over.” “N-N-NOHO! WAHAHIT!” Too late. Both gloved hands pressed to his soles. Tadashi arched off the bed, laughter exploding from deep in his chest.

The gloves wiggled beneath his toes, slipped between them, glided over the now-oiled skin with unbearable sensitivity. “AH! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO MOHOORE!” “Oh, listen to you,” Ainosuke chuckled, fully delighted, “you’re absolutely losing your mind. Wonderful.”

Tadashi tugged at the restraints, twisting, shaking, growing red-faced and breathless. Every time he tried to form a coherent plea, the gloves found another spot that sent him spiraling into helpless laughter again. “Tadaaaashi,” Ainosuke teased, dragging a single gloved finger slowly from the ball of his foot to his heel, “you really should relax. Enjoy your treatment.”

“CAHAHAHAN’T! BREHEHEATHE!” “Of course you can.” “Nohoho! A-AhaAHA!” Ainosuke leaned in, voice warm and low. “You trust me, don’t you?” Tadashi, trembling, gasping, laughing uncontrollably, somehow managed to nod. And Ainosuke’s expression softened - just a touch - before he resumed his assault with new enthusiasm.

For long, dizzy minutes, the brunette could do nothing but laugh until his voice cracked, tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, and his feet flexed and curled and trembled under Ainosuke’s relentless hands. Finally, finally, Ainosuke slowed down. The gloves lifted.

Tadashi sank against the sheets, chest rising and falling rapidly, face flushed and damp with tears of laughter. Ainosuke brushed a piece of hair from Tadashi’s forehead, smiling smugly but fondly. “There now. Feeling… loosened up?” Tadashi wheezed, “Y-You… are… merciless…”

“Mm. And yet you stepped into the stocks of your own free will,” Ainosuke reminded him with a wink. Tadashi groaned, but even that sounded like a stifled laugh. Ainosuke leaned back, folding his arms. “Ready for round two then?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Tadashi yelped, but Ainosuke just laughed. The evening was, indeed, far from being over.

[gabe-76]

Tickletober: Day 1-5

Day one: Boo! / Jump scare:

Day 2: Decorating:

Day 3: Hide n' Seek

Day 4: Surprise / Anticipation

Day 5: "I'm not ticklish":

[lilaccfeathers]

Mhehehe... sk8 you say, huh? Since requests are still open. Kaoru and Joe tickle fight, maybe?

How impudent of me, but it seems to me that you want as many requests as possible (Have a wonderful day!💐💕)

Hehehehehehe

HAAAHAHAHAHAHA

FINALLY A GOOD FUCKING MEAL I PREPPED‼️‼️‼️‼️💅💅💅💅

Requests are open until April 3rd!

[kanene-yaaay]

Remembered now that I finished watching SK8 yesterday and I hope all of you know that I am DYING with all the characters there (except adam, rip) and I am still crazy abot that moment (if yyou know you know) when Cherry laughs and Joe has that moment of complete awe and joy at seeing him before laughing along. I will never be normal again the chemicals in my brain has been changed forever

Anyway, thinking about Langa and Reki being the mischievious, playful beans they are and having to run away from them both because They Will Be Destroyed when they're caught and then Cherry takes over tickling Langa while Joe decides to obliterate Renki with tickle.

Thinking about Cherry asking Carla to analyze Langa's level of tickliness and the best spots for him to attack while the boy is completely dying, melted, trying to curl into a defensive ball, laughing like never before while Cherry is trying very hard to not look as amused as he feels and letting out a smug grin

Thinking about Joe just full on carrying and tossing Renki around to keep him on his toes without knowing where he is going to attack next, laughing outloud with him and creating crazy challanges that the other would never say no to, only to reward or punish him with even more tickles.

Thinking about Langa trying to make the challanges too (because, for their eternal annoyement, even their tickle attacks are coordinated and in sync) and Cherry complaining that his Annoying Loud Voice is distracting his victim while Joe argues right back that at least he doesn't need a machine to tickle somone and Cherry says that he can tickle someone without Carla alright and in a blink both boys are free and those two are rolling on the floor caught in a tickle fight

Thinking about both Langa and Renki ganging up to tickle Miya and then running away from his wrath and having much more tickle fights in the future.

Anyway. Them.

[writingwitharlo]

Convincing Lie

a/n: my first sk8 fic, not much tickling but i think it's sweet

03. “I thought you weren’t ticklish.” with Langa discovering Reki has been lying aboout his ticklishness??

Tickle Trope Prompts

(Sk8 The Infinity; Reki, Langa, Cherry, Joe, Miya)

1465 words

“Joe, leave me alone.”

“Oh, what’s the matter, Cherry, hm? I thought you liked me being all over you.” “I never said that! Now get your grubby hands away before I break your fingers.”

“Sounds to me like you just don’t want the rest to see how cute you look when I tickle you.”

The gang had gathered at the skatepark. At first only occupied by Reki and Langa, like on most of their free days, Miya had spotted them in passing and only stopped to tell them how much they sucked and perfectly demonstrated the new trick they were trying to learn. Shadow had been out, delivering an order of bouquets and only wanted to say hi, but by the time Joe and Cherry wandered past, it didn’t seem like he would be getting back to work any time soon.

The typical bickering between the two friends went mostly ignored, as it usually only involved the two of them. But, to Cherry’s dismay, right at this moment, their interest suddenly piqued.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” Cherry muttered sarcastically, eyes flickering over to the others briefly. “You know, if your hands really need to draw out some giggles, why not go with someone who’ll make the job easy for you?”

Joe’s head tilted to the side, much like an interested puppy before following his gaze.

“Like Reki.”

“Huh?” Reki looked up from his phone, not expecting to get dragged into the conversation. “Oh, don’t bother. I’m not ticklish.”

A stunned surprise washed over the gang. Perhaps because it was hard to imagine that Reki, the most cheery, bubbly and upbeat out of the lot, was not ticklish. Or it was with what cool confidence he uttered the words that it was hard not to take it as a hard fact.

Reki noticed how tension was building in the silence and knew he’d have to redirect it if he wanted to avoid any questioning. “Let Miya take my place. You’ll have much more fun.”

“What?!” The youngest was quick to get to his feet but didn’t get very far before an unnecessarily strong arm grabbed hold of him. “Let go, you stinking ape- NOoo!”

The way Miya was screaming, one would suspect he was being murdered. Reki was just relieved that nobody had been able to hear his racing heart or had noticed his sweaty palms.

By the time the sun was coming down closer to the horizon, painting the park into a warm, orange glow, the group was back to only two. Langa sat on one of the curb boxes where they had dumped their belongings, sipping at his water as he watched Reki still working on that trick Miya had shown them.

“Ugh, this is impossible. I hate that little rat,” he eventually muttered after landing on his ass again and trudged over to slump down next to Langa.

“You’ll figure it out. You always do.” Langa patted his friend’s shoulder in reassurance before handing him the other water bottle.

Reki huffed as if to disagree with his words but knew that Langa was right. He downed about half of the bottle, not even realising how thirsty he’d been until the water was washing down his dry throat.

A comfortable silence settled between them as they gazed over the glistening water in the distance, each occupied with their own thoughts for a moment. Langa looked over at Reki, mouth opening as if about to ask a questioning but paused. His eyes caught a glint of something by the collar of Reki’s shirt. The redhead noticed the other’s hand coming up but didn’t think much of it, almost expecting another pat before hearing Langa mutter ‘Don’t move’.

“Whyy?” Reki asked wearily, his body tensing somewhat. Without warning, there was a sensation against the side of his neck. A mixture between a tiny feather and a bug crawling over his skin. “Hehey! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Goosebumps shot up on Reki’s arms and he jerked away with an indignant squawk, a hand coming up to rub against the assaulted area. Wide-eyed and confused, he looked over at Langa whose hand was still raised, his thumb and index finger pinched together. That’s when he saw it. A single, glowing red hair, standing almost upright but swaying gently in the breeze.

“Oh, thank god.” Reki let out an audible breath of relief, visibly relaxing. “Jesus, that tickled so bad-” He noticed his mistake too late.

“I thought you weren't ticklish.” It wasn’t a question, but Langa’s words also didn’t hold the tone of mischief or malice he had expected. It sounded more like fond amusement.

Reki dared to glance over at him and Langa was only looking at him curiously. 

“I'm n-not…?” It was no use. “Okay, fine. Yes! I’m ticklish, okay? I lied. Happy?”

Langa just shrugged, finally releasing the hair he had been holding to the wind. “I would have lied too. Joe seems ruthless.”

Reki blinked. Out of all the answers, he had been expecting that one the least. But then again, Langa had never taken any opportunity to seriously tease him, even when it was just the two of them. 

“Wait-... So, you’re ticklish too?”

Langa looked at him, brows creasing slightly. “Isn’t everyone? To some degree, at least?”

Reki thought about it, running a hand through his hair. “I-I suppose. Maybe you’re right.” He still couldn’t quite believe it. “But you’re so stoic and serious most of the time!”

Langa looked confused. “Does that mean I can’t be ticklish?”

“No, I mean- I don’t know, it’s just hard to imagine.”

“Well, by your logic, nobody should have believed your lie then either.”

Reki felt a rush of heat crawling up the back of his neck. “But they did!”

“They did. You did sound very convincing.”

Reki grinned. “Thanks.” 

Langa shook his head with a smile, picking at the bandage around his finger. “So, is your neck your worst spot then, or was that a mild reaction?”

“Langa!” Reki gave his shoulder a shove, only to bring his hand back lower where he could poke at the other’s ribs. “Are you planning on telling me what your worst spot is?”

Langa reacted instantly. He jerked with a surprised yelp, twisting his torso to catch Reki’s hand, his laugh following without hesitation. “No, I’m not.”

The sound of Langa’s laugh took Reki by surprise. Not that he hadn’t heard him laugh before. He already knew Langa had a nice laugh, even if it was rare. There was just something different about knowing that he had caused it. Not by telling a joke or saying something funny, but by a couple simple touches. And now Langa was holding onto his hand so securely, it was hard to think about anything other than how to extend this moment. Or at least not have this one be the only of its kind.

Langa, completely oblivious to Reki’s inner turmoil, didn’t hesitate to make an executive decision. His other hand darted forward, gripping onto Reki’s knee and squeezing with vigorous intent. 

“Wait, wait, no- Ah! Langa! Get off!” Reki was brought back to the present in an instant, crumbling under the rapid waves of electricity that fired through his nerves and up his leg. He tried to fight back but Langa's surprise attack left him too uncoordinated to even think straight. All he could do was throw his head back as the frantic laughter took over.

Only when Langa looked up from his very focused task after what felt like an eternity to Reki (but in reality had not been more than 20 seconds), was it Langa’s turn to freeze up.

The sight of Reki’s beaming face, cheeks tinted rosy with a blush and grin so big, it was hard to make out if his eyes were even still open.

Not that Langa hadn’t seen him laugh like this before, full-bodied and teary-eyed. There was just something different about knowing that he had caused it. Not by being clueless or unintentionally saying something funny, but one simple touch. And now Reki was gripping onto his shirt so securely, it was hard to think about anything other than how to ensure, this wouldn’t be the last time.

Reki seemed to find the coordination to fight back during Langa’s moment of distraction. The two boys grappled at each other for another moment or so, neither wanting to become the defeated party before finally calling a truce.

“You’re not gonna call me out if I’m forced to lie again, are you?”

Langa raised his hand, holding out his pinkie which received an eye roll from Reki. “Only if you won’t call me out either.”

“Fine, but don’t think I won’t take advantage of such delicate information.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[kazuimoto]

hi bby !! could i please request a fic of big brother figure joe and lee langa please ??? maybe something where langa's been feeling down and usually reki cheers him up by tickling him but his bestie is out of town and he tries asking joe but then gets too embarrassed about it ??? thanksies !!

big brother tickles

chars: ler!joe, lee!langa [platonic]

a/n: dani dani dani !! thank you for sending this in agjakgjhfd i love this prompt so much you have no idea . ghjfkdgfhs you're sendinG me into orbit || pls like/rb if you liked this ! tumblr isn't being too friendly bc i'm a new account sigh . all reblogs / comments are appreciated !! thank you hehe

reki was known as many things: langa's best friend, sunshine kid, and resident tickle-monster. numerous years of fighting (tickle) war after war with his siblings made him pretty experienced in the area of tickles, and was no doubt very physically affectionate with his friends. hugs, squeezes, tickles – all these were 100% common in his relationships with langa (and miya).

tickling was not uncommon whenever the duo were together. soft squeezes to langa's hips (otherwise known as death spot 1), raspberries on his tummy (also known as death spot 2), and spidering up and down his sides (commonly referred to as death spot 3) were fairly common as well! needless to say, reki was langa's cheer-upper.

unfortunately, the redhead was out of town just on the day when langa had an extremely no-good, terrible, bad day. he had overslept, then was so disorientated that he ended up skating the wrong route to school – causing him to be late for class, which his teacher had scolded him in front of the entire class for. couple that with a failing grade in japanese literature, langa's day was the worst it had ever been for a while.

"kid? langa? you there?" the muscular man raised an eyebrow and waved, catching langa's attention and making him jump back to reality.

"huh? yeah.. sorry about that." his gaze shifted down to his untouched spaghetti, joe frowning in confusion.

"are you sure you're alright? you don't look fine. remember what kaoru said? to voice out what you need?" the older man looked at langa in the eye, the bluenette nodding.

damnit. he wanted.. he wanted the thing. the thing he always did with reki. the starting-with-the-letter-t-but-i'm-too-embarrassed-to-say-it-out-loud thing.

"...langa? are you going to tell me what happened?" joe asked, slightly amused by how spaced out the boy was.

what would reki do to get what he wanted?

"make me." langa stuck out his tongue uncharacteristically, the older man chuckling at his reaction.

"alright then."

twenty fingers scribbled up and down the blue-haired teen's sides, making him shriek and giggle and the offending fingers. joe laughed along with him, spidering his fingers on langa's knees and straddling him.

"NOHOHOHO!"

"yehehehes!"

"nahaha- nohot my knehehes!"

"well, wasn't that what you wanted? i swear, you and reki are on the same wavelength." the greenette smiled, eyebrows raised at the teen lying on the floor in front of him.

"i- wha- joehehehe!" langa screamed with laughter as the older man started to blow raspberries on his tum, the tickly vibrating sensations forcing giggles and squeals from him.

'joehehehe' was the best tickler he had seen in a while – next to reki, of course. and kaoru.

"nahahaha- joehehe! stohohop!" langa wheezed, giggly shrieks dissipating into breathy giggles.

"alright, alright. are you feeling better?" joe smiled, looking at a panting, tickled out langa.

"mhm. thanks joe." langa mumbled, moving closer to the older man.

sure, reki might not have been there all the time to cheer him up, but at least he had others to take care of him and make sure that he was loved. and that was more than enough for langa.

[tickling-giggles]

Day 12 sneak attack

A/N: sorry that these are a bit rushed I had left off on 5 and needed to complete these so I wouldn’t be too far behind. Also I didn’t know what to write for “Tied up” so i got sneak attack from here

————————————————————————-

“Where in the world did I put the keys I literally left it on the table” cherry questioned. “BOO” joe shouted as he grabbed his arms and squeezed at his side.

“WHAT oh my GOAhahahd stahahahahap joe you dohohohopey gorillaAHaha lehehet gohohoho” cherry demanded.

“Geheheht offaha mehehehehe you imbecile” he name-called. “ I don’t think I like theese nickname’s” joe jokingly pout’s asking he starts squeezing and scratching at his thighs. “GAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAT THERE AHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHASE OHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAD” cherry screeched.

“LEHEHEHET MEHEHE GOHO PLEASE” Cherry begged. “Fine you big baby” joe teased as he let go cherry melted to the floor as he curled up into a ball. “I hahate yohou” he giggled. “Aw love you to cherry” joe smiled.