Edit: “Don’t you dare, devil” - I wrote a drabble for them 🤭
First of all: WOW! I love this and I'd love to see as well as read more about these two. ♥️🫠
Second: If SheHulk (as far as we know from the comic strips) is really ticklish.... just imagine the amount of fanfics around these two. Him discovering this little piece of information, comparing SheHulk's reaction with Jen's reactions... 👀 and her beeing her and striking back?! Because... don't mess with SheHulk, except you're ready to face the back fire. 😏
i have a soft spot for dad-son/dad-daughter tickles. In this fic there is a small Matt Murdock getting tickled by his dad Jack Murdock bc he wanted to cheer him up😭😭/and its my FIRST FIC and iam nervous asf. Enjoy reading))
It was another tv night. This is usually happened when Jack had a free time, they liked to spend some time together, it was kind of.. tradition, just them, watching boxing fights all night without sleep.
Even with all difficulties they had lived trough, they always kept close to each other. All this father-son stuff. Jack had a soft spot for him, just for him.
Sun light was making its way through curtains. Some soda cans on the floor and half-eaten pizza. Perfect. It was a way too normal Saturday. Matt usually was too energetic to fall asleep but right now he was taking a nap on his father’s lap that way that his head was in pillows and stomach on his legs. He was mumbling something that his Jack couldn’t hear so he just patted Matt on his forehead and continued to watch boxing fights. He looked at the watch. 5:03. He glanced at his son again. Matt’s messy hair was everywhere, glasses were crooked on his nose and his blue T-shirt exposed his tummy a bit. But even in his sleep he looked dead serious. Jack tried to remember when was the last time he saw Matt smiling or even laughing? After the accident it was so rare that it was almost imperceptible. He felt a lump appeared in his throat. He had to cheer him up, he had to make him laugh, at least once. But how?
A quick thought appeared in his mind. His face lighted a bit. He slowly raised his hand next to Matt’s tummy and poked it. Jack chuckled in amusement as his son flinched a bit.
“That’s it” The thought swept through the Jack’s head. He lifted his T-shirt higher by exposing his son’s belly and dug his five fingers in it, vibrating them as Matt squealed.
Matt’s eyes widened as he woke up. It took about five seconds for him to understand what is happening but when he did it doesn’t seem like what he expected. Giggles started to bubble in his throat as he opened his mouth.
“daHAHAD” his voice sounded more childish than always. His cheeks immediately burned red and glasses nearly fell of his face as he squirmed. “CoME OHOHOHN, stAHAP” high, almost bubbly laugh filled the room as Matt threw his head back.
It was even more adorable that Jack could imagine. Matt, that one kid with merciless destiny, who always were serious and quite, was laughing, snorting and begging his father to stop. Of course he won’t.
Matt tried to catch his father’s hand but when he did he just squeezed her tight. He was too weak to fight back, especially in this kind of situation. Poor kid moved his head allegedly trying to figure out where his father would attack next. Jack moved closed to Matt’s bellybutton as he curled up, hoping that this would block the tickle sensation over his body. But it’s only made it worse. His father’s hand was locked under his shirt, tickling his bare tummy mercilessly.
Jack chuckled along with him as Matt’s glasses fell of his face on the ground. “Why you didn’t tell me that you are ticklish?, I could have so much fun” it sounded nearly sad even in this position.
“BECAUHUHSE I KNEHEW YOUHU WOULD DOHO THAHAT” “pleEEHEsE” Matt cried in response.
Jack kept him so that he wouldn't fall with his left hand when he moved his right hand to Matt’s rib cage. He tickled the distance between his ribs and it worth it. Matt’s laugh was something that you cannot explain without hearing it. His smile was so wide that Jack’s heart melted a hit as he saw it. He nearly forgot how it looks like, but it didn’t matter.
His fingers slowed down, letting his son breathe. Boy lied on his father’s lap straightly, breathing heavily. Matt tried to look mad at Jack, but his cheerful, crinkled eyes and joyful smile (which he tried to remove from his face) said that Jack’s plan succeeded.
“thaha- thanks” Boy said quietly.
“For tickling you?” Matt swear that he could hear a grin in his voice, as Jack flattered his fingers under Matt’s chin. Boy’s eyes widened even more as he pulled his shoulders to his neck, blocking the sensations, giggling adorably. “NO, for stopping the torture”
“Come on kid, I just tickled you” Jack chuckled as he let Matt go and gave him his glasses. “I thought it would be nice to cheer you up, as you always so serious and act like grown up. I nearly forgot how your laugh sound like.” He said as he ruffled his son’s hair and stood up, leaving Matt lying on the couch. “If you like something to eat, keep me company” he said as he disappeared around the corner of the apartment.
It took Matt a few seconds to process everything that has just happened. He fixed the T-shirt by lowering it down, hoping that his father wouldn’t take the opportunity to tickle him again, and he stepped out of the room to join his father.
This happened again eventually.You can’t blame Jack, if you had an opportunity to tickle this small, adorable kid, you would do this too. This became their another tradition, sometimes Matt tried to get Jack too, but usually it ended on Matt laughing hysterically as his dad tickled him to death.
