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My SFW alt. Any age. My NSFW alt

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Hi guys. Sorry I haven't updated my fic recently, I've been struggling with my mental health. I'm getting better, so I hope to post the next part sometime next week. Thank you all for your support of my story.

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lees being forced to beg for more tickles or else the tickles will worsen but the tickles worsen when the lee begs for more because why would the ler not give their precious lee what they’re asking for?

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me trying to explain to ppl that tickling isn’t a kink or fetish for me and many others and that it’s just a cute way to show affection.

me trying to explain that the thought of laughing and having fun with people you really care about is super comforting and tickling is a form of physical affection for me and many others, not a sexual thing.

me trying to explain that yes, there is a sexual side of tickling; but there are MANY people who don’t associate with that side whatsoever. stop trying to associate people with the nsfw side, especially those who: like it as a form of affection, see it as a coping mechanism, see it simply as really cute activity since laughing is fun, is touch starved and loves the thought of it, associate tickling with good memories and want to express it and talk about it, etc.

me trying to explain that it’s weird as hell to accuse people, especially minors, of liking tickling as a kink or fetish because it’s literally a form of affection. you’re the ones associating it as an nsfw thing, and that’s not our problem.

sick of people on tumblr, especially minors, being accused of participating in a kink. no shame whatsoever in seeing it as a sexual thing; but please open your eyes and accept that there are people who see tickling differently than you do.

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going to sleep in a lee mood -> having tickle dreams -> waking up in a lee mood

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Part 1

Part 2

Harry and the Tickling Charm

Drarry fic

The next morning, Harry and Draco refused to look at each other, much less speak. Hermione almost immediately noticed the lack of snarky comments, and asked Harry tactfully about it. "Oh, that twit hasn't said anything? I hadn't noticed. The quiet is lovely." Harry said, his voice squeaking ever so slightly. Draco was also questioned, to which he of course proptly replied shut up. 

He saw Harry in the Halls several times before Charms class, and he averted his eyes every time. He couldn't ignore the feeling which bubbled up inside him every time he saw Harry, so he decided to deny it instead. When they got to Charms, Hermione and Ron saw the lines forming and followed suit, but both were quite surprised to see the enemies facing each other. Ron noticed it much later than 'Mione of course, being so much less observant.

Harry and Draco faced each other, but both looked in other directions, the taller at the wall, the shorter at the floor. "Take your wands out, line B. You will be practicing today," said Flitwick, who after clearing his throat, added, "Hopefully there won't be any more incidents today."

Draco blushed, something he would later adamantly deny, and Harry simply let out an awkward chuckle. This got the other two members of the golden trio even more confused, what were they both so embarrassed about? Hermione filed it away to discuss later, and Ron soon forgot about it. Harry was twirling his wand in his hand, and Draco was fixing and refixing his hair.

"You may now cast Rictusempra." Wands swished down the line, and a murmured rictusempra fell. Draco, trying desperately to keep his composure as the sensation hit his neck, only succeeded in making himself snort before pouring giggles out like a fountain. And like a fountain it was, for it was bubbly, joyful even, and the first time most people had seen the stoic boy genuinely laugh.

Harry felt the same flutter in his chest that he had read about in so many books. (All that time in a closet led to a lot of reading.) He felt himself wanting to smile along with the other. Who wouldn't, looking at the pretty face scrunched up in giggles, shoulders high, trying desperately to remove the ticklish sensation from his neck.

Harry got a sudden curiosity, and let his wand travel down, to where Draco's hips met his stomach, which, to Harry's delight, made Draco's laughter pour from his mouth, forcing him to slowly fall to his knees, clutching around himself, as the ticklish sensation slowly drove him mad. Draco, unlike Harry, was far too proud to plead even as his lungs were failing him, but as he fell to the ground in ticklish agony Harry realized he should let up.

He let the spell travel back into his wand, and he stepped across the aisle, blissfully unaware of the silent glances exchanged all around, and he helped the blonde to his feet, not being able to resist "accidentally" fluttering his fingers against the taller boy's ribs, not being shocked when Draco bent over once more, and gently swatted his hand away as he murmured a quiet "Stohoopp!" that made Harry's heart melt.

He then left the boy alone as his own blush crept up to his ears, and the other was red from laughter, stark against his pale face. This didn't, however, prevent them from stealing glances at each other as they were placing their things away. Harry certainly had some explaining to do, Hermione thought as she lifted her own books and headed down the hall. She tactfully waited, though, so as to save face for Harry.

Later that afternoon, however, out on the grounds, she instantly attacked him with questions such as, "What in the bloody hell was that Harry?" and "What is going on between you two?" "Why did you seem so happy?" among others. He couldn't answer any of them, and shyly shook his head, before going to his room to think. Harry could never see Draco the same way again. Draco, meanwhile, was having similar thoughts in his own dorm room.

@veryblushyswitch Here's pt 2, it was kinda rushed but here ya go! Hope ya like it.

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Draco and the Tickling Charm

Part 1

Part 2

Drarry fic

By the middle of second year, Harry was being aggravated by Draco's daily antics. But, of course, he couldn't do anything about it. He hadn't broken any school rules, after all. While walking to Flitwick's Charms class, Harry was sulking about his soaked clothes, which were, obviously, due to Draco's use of Aguamenti the same morning. When he walked in, however, the board caught his eye; they were learning a new spell that day. 

"Ric-tu-sem-pra," he repeated the incantation, curious as to what it could do. "Interested, Mr. Potter?" Flitwick asked. Harry, having quite forgotten that he wasn't alone, nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice beside him. 

"Y-yes. What does it do?" he replied. "You'll learn in a few minutes. Can't have the others think I'm picking favourites, now can I?" Flitwick asked jovially. "I'm sure Malfoy's father would hear about that," Harry muttered through his teeth, as he went to take his seat in between where Ron and Hermione would usually be sitting. Both were, however, in the hospital wing. Another one of Neville's unfortunate accidents. 

One by one the rest of the students began to file into the room, filling most of the seats with curious faces, and others with impatience. "Today we will be learning a new charm. It is pronounced…" Harry's eyes began to wander as Flitwick droned on, eyes landing on Draco, and settling to glare at him. "...practice your skills on one another. Keep that in mind, as you will need to choose partners. Alright, let's begin." That snapped Harry back to reality. They would have to practise the charm on one another? 

He could only pray that Ron or 'Mione would get there in time. He didn't know what the spell did, as he wasn't paying any attention, but he didn't trust anyone. Two by two, people paired up.

"Sorry, Malfoy, but I already promised Goyle," Crabbe said, before walking away quickly. Draco scowled across the room at the only other loner as he stalked towards him. Harry set his jaw and met him in the middle. "Malfoy," Harry greeted coldly. "Potter." Draco spat back.

They separated into two lines, each pair facing one another. Flitwick pointed his wand to Draco's line, stating, "This is line A. You will be practicing first. Line B will go second. Alright, Begin!"

Wands raised into the air, and one loud "Rictusempra" fell down the line. It came from Draco's lips last, as he swished his wand and pointed it straight at Harry. Harry's line quickly devolved into laughter, which confused him until the silver light hit his stomach, enveloping it in a tickling sensation that set his face on fire and electrified his nerves.

Harry tried his best not to react, but he soon succumbed and began giggling madly. Draco's stomach fluttered at the sound and his wrist twisted of its own accord, which, to Harry's delight dismay, only intensified the sensation. He curled in on himself as if that would help anything.

Draco, meanwhile, was panicking. Why was his heart skipping at the musical sound of Harry's giggles? Why did the sight of him in such a joyful state, forced or not, make Draco want to grin like an idiot? His wand travelled up, increasing the pitch of Harry's breathy laughter as the light hit his ribs.

Draco became suddenly aware of the stares all around him, and the quiet, breathy pleas from Harry as he ran out of air. He swished his wand and the light retreated back into his wand. Harry breathed a sigh of relief but remained curled up, recovering.

Draco looked about him and realized that everyone else had stopped minutes ago and were simply staring at the pair of them in awe. He then felt the pull of his cheeks and coughed, wiping the grin off of his face.

Flitwick cleared his throat, returning to his stand, and spoke. "Now then. Line B, I suppose you will have to practice tomorrow. Alright, pack up now, class is almost over." Draco looked anywhere but at the boy being helped to his feet, face still ablaze, as he got his books and placed his wand into his belt.

He led the class out, to avoid glancing at Harry again, who took the rear for the same reason. He was more than a little grateful that neither of his friends had been there. No one spoke of the incident, and Draco made sure his father would be none the wiser.

@veryblushyswitch I- I kinda added to the prompt (whoops) and I'm posting it as a multi part fic so I have motivation to finish it. (I know it doesn't look like your prompt yet but I promise that part comes later)