#ticklish!chase

[bonnabielee]

Someone plz write a Chase Davenport tickle-fic plz I’m begging-

[switchy-lee-tan]

A Ticklish Check Up

Chase Brody, in his own mind, is a manly man. There is no way he'd be ticklish! And especially not at a doctors appointment. That would be embarrassing.

DISCLAIMER: this is a tickle fic with the implied romantic pairing of Chase Brody and Dr. Schneeplestein. So... Yeah.

Chase impatiently kicked his legs against the table, and Schneeplestein turned around eagerly to look him over.

"Ohh, it is my very good friend Chase. How is you today, Mr. Brody?"

"Pretty... average," Chase cleared his throat.

"You scheem a bit nervous," Dr. Schneep chuckled. "Is everyzhing alright?"

"It's fine, let's just get this over with," Chase huffed.

"Okay! First of all, I vant to check zat your heart is still fully functional. I always forget where zhe humans keep zhose zhings, so I have a helpful 'anatomy' diagram." He lifted up a veritable map of the human body. "Ah, so zhat's vhere zhe penis is." he mumbled to himself.

"I'd ask you if you were qualified to be a doctor, but... are you even a human being?"

"Nonsense! Trust your doctor, you silly little boy." Schneep held a stethoscope up to Chase's chest, who lifted up his shirt.

"Oh, getting frisky vis me?"

Chase rolled his eyes and let Schneep place the cold metal stethoscope to his chest, then to his back.

"Very nice! It all sounds reasonably functioning in your chest cavity. I vill just feel around a bit to make sure."

Chase tensed. This was his least favorite part. Schneep gave him an odd look, but didn't say anything before he began to feel around Chase's stomach. "Vill you lay down, please?"

Chase gave a pale nod, complying. Schneeplestein began to knead the soft area with his fingers, and Chase bit his lip, but a small squeak escaped him.

Schneep paused, glancing down at his patient.

"Is somesing hurting?"

"N-no, it's fine-- canyoujusthurrythispartupplease"

Schneeplestein smiled. "You know, there's no shame in being ticklish. Lots of my patients are."

"I- I'm not," Chase protested. Schneeplestein shrugged.

"Alright zhen, I vill just do zhis," Schneep squeezed both of Chase's hips, who outright jumped and let out a yelp. "Zhat's vhat I sought."

"You just startled me!" Chase snapped. "I'm not ticklish!"

"Zhen you certainly vouldn't mind zhis," Schneeplestein teasingly traced his fingers over Chase's tummy, earning a soft giggle from the victim.

"Stohohohop-- Schneeplesteiiin-"

Schneeple kneaded the stomach again, and Chase kicked his legs and tried to grab the doctor's hands.

"LEHEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHOHO" Chase shrieked. A concerned nurse opened the door.

"Don't vorry! It is necessary treatment!" Schneeplestein called to her, and she shrugged and set his coffee on the desk before leaving.

Schneeplestein's fingers fluttered higher, up to Chase's ribs, and Chase laughter lifted a few octaves. Curious, Schneeple teased the ribs individually, and Chase sputtered more desperate protests.

"PLEHEHEHEASE-- I CAHAHAN'T TAKE IHIHIHIT!"

"Is someone ticklish?" Schneeplestein smirked down at the writhing patient.

"AHAHAHASSHOLE"

Schneeplestein chuckled and swirled his fingers around the soft tummy. "Coochie coochie coo, Chase~ who's a ticklish wittle boy?"

Chase thrashed desperately, while his hands flung up to cover his bright red face.

"DOHOHON'T TAHAHAHAHALK LIKE THAHAHAT"

The tickling stopped, and Schneeplestein's arms wrapped around Chase. He rubbed the green hair.

"Don't vorry about anysing, okay? I can be here for you, you know."

Chase buried his face into Schneeplestein's shoulder.

"...How did you know I was upset?"

"I can tell," Schneeplestein chuckled. "Now, no more lying to your doctor, okay? Let me know when you need zhe cheering up."

Schneeplestein's sneaky fingers drummed against Chase's sides, who giggled and pushed away.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you next time," he said exasperatedly, but he was grinning sheepishly. "...thanks."

"Anytime, Chase," Schneeplestein shot him a thumbs up.

[thetickleeraven]

A Case Of The Giggles

Anti Average [Antisepticeye x Chase Brody]

Summary: Chase has a MAJOR case of the giggles. [WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! 

Oh Anti could see it. It was too obvious.

Chase was in a lee mood.

How could he tell?

“Something wrong there, Giggles?” Anti asked with a snicker, gazing at his boyfriend from the sofa.

“N-nohohothihihing...” Chase covered his pink face as yet another wave of giggles washed over him. The poor thing was a ball of never ending giggles when he was craving tickles.

It was hilarious.

“Whatcha laughing at?”

“Ihihi dohohon’t knohohow... Ihi’m juhust gihihiggly!”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Anti smirked as Chase clutched his middle as a fit of squeaky laughter overtook him.

Anti rolled his eyes, it wasn’t that funny.

“S-sohohorry!” Chase tittered. He covered his mouth trying to stop his seemingly endless laughter.

“You must be in one Hell of a lee mood.”

Anti cackled as he saw Chase’s face erupt into a deep crimson after that.

“N-noho...”

“Oh come on, Chase. I know you better than that. You can’t stop laughing because you can’t stop thinking of wiggling fingers at all your tickle spots~”

Chase’s giggle fit picked up in pitch and intensity as Anti wiggles his fingers teasingly.

“Nohohot truhuhue!”

“Hm? Then why are you laughing?”

“Ihihi duhuhunno!”

“Then maybe I should give you something to laugh about~” Anti chuckled before launching at Chase, his hands clasping onto Chase’s wrists to hold his arms down, not that he was fighting.

“Ahahahanti! Noho!”

“I haven’t even started yet! I guess you reeeeally just wanna be tickled~ you want tickly fingers to press into your tickle spots and scratch and squeeze. You want me to find all your most ticklish points and exploit them. One. At. A. Time.”

Chase was a mess of flustered laughter by the time Anti stopped talking.

He was way too easy.

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Anti cooed as his fingers wiggles at Chase’s ribs.

“Pfftahahaha! Ahahahanti!”

“Yes, Giggle-monster?” Anti cocked his eyebrow expectantly. He grinned when Chase didn’t answer and instead tried hiding his blushing face in his shoulder.

“Don’t ignore the tickle monster, Chase! You know he feeds on laughter, and you’ve been doing more than enough to lure him out!” Anti giggled as his fingers danced over those ticklish little ribs of his. Chase squealed and bucked, full belly laughter escaping him as a big bright smile formed.

“Ihihihi’m sohohohorry, tihihihickle mohohohonster!” Chase squeaked and giggled frantically, his feet instinctively kicking out behind him. Anti audibly awed at Chase’s adorable little apology to the great tickle monster.

“I forgive you, ticklish one~” Anti leaned down and brushed his chin against Chase’s neck, letting the scratchy stubble draw out bubbly laughter from his lover.

“Yohohour stuhuhubble tihihihickles soho bahahad!”

“That’s the point, ticklee~” Anti giggled before going for the kill, his fingers attacked Chase’s upper ribs and dug between the bones before Anti blew a big slobbery raspberry on Chase’s neck.

“FAHAHACK! ANTINOSTOPGODDAMIT FAHAHAHA!” Chase shrieked in laughter, his eyes squeezed shut as he tossed his head back in unbridled laughter. His belly quaked and his body thrashed solely by instinct at the sheer intensity of those tortuously wonderful sensations.

“Cootchie cootchie coo! Tickle tickle tickle!” Anti laughed into Chase’s neck before nibbling on his ears.

“AHAHAHAHANTIHIHI!” Chase cackled, his body writhing. “STOHOHOHOP!”

Anti sighed but obeyed, his fingers stilled and he lifted his head away from his boyfriend’s ticklish neck to get a look at him.

Chase was panting with squeaks and giggles peppered in between each breath. His face was an adorable shade of red and he wore just the brightest smile. The kind that made Anti’s heart melt. 

Chase’s hair was a disheveled mess and sweat coated his forehead. Poor thing was just too damn ticklish to be tickled like that and not look like he had run a marathon. 

“Ehehehe- Thahahahanks, Ahahanti...” Chase giggled.

“Why are you still laughing? I stopped.”

“Fihihihingers!” 

Anti looked down. His fingers were simply resting on the side of Chase’s ribs.

“Seriously? That tickles?” Anti chuckled as Chase nodded his head eagerly, giggles still pouring from him. Anti sighed and removed his hands, sitting up and smirking down at the giggly boy. 

“Are you still giggling? Got a case of the giggles?”

“Ihihihi guehehehess?” 

“we should take you to Schneep then. He can give you a little exam to make sure you’re not sick. Of course that means he’ll have to poke and prod at you to make sure you’re not hurt... especially at your ribs and tummy! And not to mention-”

“Ahahahanti! Yohohou’re mahahaking ihit wohohorse!” 

“How can one little boy have so many giggles inside him?” Anti snickered before sitting down next to Chase. He pulled his tittering boyfriend to his side and poked his belly over and over. “Just so! Many! Giggles!”

Chase didn’t protest. He simply rolled over and buried his head in Anti’s chest, letting his laughter be muffled by the t-shirt. 

Anti continued poking, prodding, and kneading all his ticklish spots so he’d get to hear all of those giggles he’s keeping inside.