#lee harry

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Harry has been pinned down and tickled by Sirius more times than he can count. It’s as if the mere fact that he is ticklish turns Sirius into a tickle monster as soon as they’re together. But Harry doesn’t mind. This kind of doting is the kind he has never experienced growing up, and he craves for connection

Sirius found out Harry’s belly was his most ticklish spot quickly; Harry yelped and tried to scrambled away every time Sirius fingers got too close. Of course, this meant Sirius immediately dug in, and Harry was debilitatingly ticklish in his poor tummy, especially his innie, which Sirius makes sure to wriggle a finger into. Sirius called Harry’s belly “deliciously ticklish,” with a growl and then leaned down, blowing as much as he could on Harry’s belly, and nomming ferociously. It tickled Harry more than anything else had

And it’s how Harry ended up in this position, lying on the couch with Sirius on top of him, Sirius’ face dangerously close to his belly. Sirius was trying to pull Harry’s shirt up, and Harry, panicked, was desperately trying to hold it down to protect his tummy, already giggling uncontrollably and squirming around

“Sirius please don’t!” Harry squeaked out, knowing Sirius will finally overpower him any minute now

“Just a little bite!” Sirius growled playfully. “You can’t take my favorite pie away from me!”

Harry blushed deeply at this comment. “You can’t just eat me!” He giggled at the absurdity of the situation, yelling as Sirius got his waist exposed

“Oh yes I can!” Sirius announced, immediately leaning down and nibbling along Harry’s waist. Harry started to laugh adorably and weaken. Sirius got Harry’s shirt up a bit more, just barely unable to expose Harry’s bellybutton. Sirius smirked evilly at the 14 year old’s midriff, leaning down and shaking his mouth against the soft skin

Harry laughed loudly and finally let go of his shirt to try and push Sirius’ head away. “AHHHH! DOHOHOHON’T!” Sirius didn’t miss this and yanked Harry’s shirt up, exposing his tummy

Sirius seized Harry’s wrists immediately and pinned them down by his head, laughing maniacally. “Your belly’s mine now!” He declared evilly, blowing as much as he could on Harry’s tiny, trembling belly

Harry squealed with laughter. “EEEEEEEE NOOOO!” Harry was completely helpless to Sirius’ tickles: his wrists were firmly held down and Harry couldn’t move them at all, and Sirius had his face plunged into his tummy, blowing aggressively on it. The scruffy, sharp stubble of Sirius’ beard pressed into Harry’s soft, sensitive skin certainly didn’t ease the feeling electrocution going through Harry, with his vulnerable belly as the core of this feeling

“Your belly is just as delicious as ever!” Sirius growls, blowing hard again, and then dissolving into noms. His lips make nomming motions all around Harry’s belly as he growled and rubbed his beard into Harry’s skin

Harry desperately kicked his feet, but it was useless. There was nothing he could do it to free himself of the tickles. He was cheeks were bright red from shyness and how he didn’t want anyone to know, but he thought this was wonderful, and a silly way to be shown you’re loved

Sirius smirked, pausing for a moment, his face merely centimeters above Harry’s belly, waiting for Harry to catch his breath. Harry blushed, feeling Sirius’ evil gaze on him and looked timidly at him

“You sure do make a wonderful pie.” Sirius teases, making Harry smile bashfully, and look away shyly. “I’m just gonna finish my pie-PBBBBBTTTT!”

Harry was immediately sent back into hysterical squealing and laughter, his belly being electrocuted once more. “WAHAHAHAIT!” He yelped out as Sirius blew again

Sirius felt the soft skin under his mouth and beard, and he could hear Harry’s cute squeals and laughter. This is why he couldn’t help himself; Harry was just too cute and it made Sirius need to do this to him forever. Sirius started munching on Harry’s belly again, and heard Harry’s laugh change from squeaky to yelping. When he felt Harry stop kicking his feet and his belly slack back onto the couch instead of arching slightly to push his belly to Sirius’ mouth, he stopped, knowing when Harry stops secretly asking him to continue he’s exhausted and genuinely needs to breathe

Harry took in deep breaths and Sirius let him go. He could hear Sirius chuckling and Harry looked intently at his pigeon toed feet, his cheeks painted as roses

Sirius ruffles his hair. “Thanks for being my dessert. I always enjoy eating my cutie pie.”

Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2 (1987)

Eric Freeman, Elizabeth Kaitan

Fazbender’s pizza in DSAF 3 gets SCPs from time to time. How about this:

Harry’s stressed one day, but then he meets SCP 999 in the establishment!! The cute little blob sees someone who looks like a fellow SCP; a person with a human body with a formal suit, but a phone for a head. Could it be a friend? 999 is determined to make him happy, looking cute and gurgling. Confused, Harry picks it up, wondering what it is.

“Hey, little guy. How’d you get in here?”

It gives him a hug, and he feels strangely happy. He pets it, and it gurgles more, deciding he’s safe. Then, it starts to tickle, going for his ribs and armpits!

“Heheheeeeheee, hey wahahaahit!” Harry protests, though he must admit he was kind of expecting this. “Eheheeheheee! Unfahahahair!”

999 tickles until Harry taps out, looking thoroughly winded.

“Golly gosh! L-let’s get you back to your owners, ok?” Harry says. A doctor comes to pick up the SCP.

“Thanks so much, sir. He didn’t cause you any trouble, did he?”

Harry blinks. “Actually no. He was well behaved, and rather playful!”

“Glad to hear it,” the doctor says. Turning to the blob, he says, “Now, let’s get you back home!”

999 smiles and waves to Harry, hoping it made him happy today.

Silent Night, Deadly Night 2 (1987)

Director: Lee Harry