#ticklish!matt

[ticklefeels-for-seb]

IDC IDC HEATHER POKED MATT HERE ALONGSIDE THE SLAP, YOU CANT TELL ME ANYTHINGGGGG TO CHANGE MY MIND

his jump and smile and dimple 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩😫😫😫😫

[potatohater]

Childhood

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.

the end:>

[constanteyeburn]

Bored and cant sleep so I’m gonna write actual garbage. apologies in advance for how bad the grammar might be

”I, Foggy Nelson, swear to tickle the everliving shit out of you, Matt Murdock.” He grins right before pouncing on a nervous Matt.

Foggy scribbles his fingers over Matt’s ribs, relishing in how panicked peals of laughter spout from his mouth. Foggy softly digs his fingers into Matt’s uppermost ribs, causing hysterical laughter to fill the room.

”Shihit foHOGGY NOHO WAHAIT PLEAHA-“ Matt crumples, falling to the floor.

Before Matt is able to bring his hands up to protect himself Foggy pins them down under his knees rendering him more vulnerable to the torturous sensations. His laughter increases with little gasps before every peel of laughter. Clearly even more desperate to get away from foggy’s seeking fingers.

Foggy smirks, pleased with the reactions he draws from Matt.

He pauses the tickling to ponder how he should wreck Matt next. With one hand, Foggy lightly digs his fingers into Matt’s back ribs causing him to cackle and writhe. He slides his other hand under Matt and tickles in small circular motions on his upper back.

”FOHOGGY DOHONT- SHIHIT PLEAHAHA!” Matt is a mess, begging and laughing so loud he fears his neighbors will make complaints.

“Dont do what Matt?” Foggy says trying to swallow a smile.

Matt nearly fell for that tease. He realized just before he opened his mouth to reply. Instead he just laughed, not able to speak very clearly anyway. The longer the tickling went on the more it tickled.

His usual -albeit slightly hysterical from being tickled- boisterous laughter stark against Foggy’s chuckles of amusement. Foggy never once stopped tickling Matt. ‘The devil of Hell’s Kitchen loves to be tickled, imagine if the press found that out.’ Matt thought.

He had always enjoyed the feeling of being tickled. Yes his heightened senses made it much more unbearable but the trust and security he was able to feel when Foggy tickled him was amazing. He knew Foggy wouldn’t go too far. He might drive him to the brink of insanity yes, but from previous experiences he knows that foggy would stop the moment he called out the safe word.

Prior to this torture, Foggy had mentioned a safe word, in case the tickling was too much for Matt.

He had said “Come on! I know you’re not fine Matt. I can tell how drained you feel. Well I don’t know exactly, but I can see that it’s affecting you pretty badly.“ He paused thinking of a way to help him feel better. He grinned when a distant memory flooded back to him. His heartbeat picked up. He knew Matt could tell, and that just made it even better.

“I also know that it is my job as your best friend to make you feel better. And guess what? I can also tell that you need a good laugh..” He paused once more to look at Matt’s body language.

When Matt didn’t feel up to being tickled he would stay still and have a hesitant frown on his face, as if debating how to tell Foggy that he didn’t feel up to it. On the other hand, when Matt was perfectly up to it, he would blink rapidly and his senses would become even more aware of his surroundings. He would then start subtly squirming and he would start stammering out something.

Matt did in fact start blinking rapidly and took a few steps backward. He looked like he was about to stammer out an argument that he didn’t need a “good laugh”.

Foggy placed his hands on Matt’s sides not yet tickling him. Matt’s breathing picked up and he tensed waiting. Foggy looked him up and down once more watching body language just in case. He moved to teasingly whisper in Matt’s ear, “get ready buddy..and just say ’avocados’ if you feel you’re too ticklish to handle any more..”

Matt flinched away from his mouth and giggled. Foggy took few steps back and took a deep breath in. He cleared his throat before he began, ”I, Foggy Nelson, swear to tickle the everliving shit out of you, Matt Murdock.”

And now, Foggy Nelson, is now in fact tickling the everliving shit out of Matt Murdock.

Foggy was still digging small circles into Matt’s back keeping him in a never ending state of ticklish heaven despair. His tickle laughter had gasps intertwined within it.

Matt was almost getting used to the ticklish sensation before foggy hit a particularly sensitive spot on his back.. Matt absolutely lost it.

Matt shrieked uncharacteristically, shocking Foggy which caused him to jump.

His legs curled up trying to protect himself, he just hit Foggy’s back with his knees. He desperately tugged on his hands trying to get them loose but it seemed being tickled weakened him a great deal. He shook his head side to side trying to lessen the sensations, shrieking laughter pouring from his mouth. He tried his best to beg for mercy but he couldn’t form any coherent words with the state he was in. If he thought he was going insane before he wasn’t sure how to describe how he was feeling now.

Matt had never been tickled so intensely on his back before. He wasn’t sure how to handle it. All he could do was laugh and thrash. He could feel his throat going dry. His laughter becoming slightly hoarse.

He was trapped in between two difficult outcomes. He could either mouth or try his best to say avocados (yes this is a slight reference to their “avocados at law” saying) or he could allow himself to be tickled even more. Yes the tickling he was experiencing right now very extreme, but he found he loved it and relished in the feeling of being driven to hoarse laughter. He chose not to say the safe word just yet. He hoped Foggy wouldn’t stop too early.

While Foggy did enjoy seeing the splitting grin on Matt’s face he did start to worry if he was going to far. He knew they had set up a safe word right before but maybe Matt forgot.. Another desperate shriek from Matt cut into his thoughts. Tears of mirth begun to form in Matt’s eyes. He could slightly make out a few screamed “FOHOHOGGY“s but never the safe word.

He lightened up his tickling and slowed it down a bit to check on Matt. He knew Matt liked to be insanely tickled but he wasn’t 100% how far to insanity he liked to be tickled.

Matt took gasping breaths while still giggling. His stomach ached from laughter but the happiness and satisfaction he felt made up for it.

Foggy eventually stopped the tickling and inspected his best friend intensely.

Matt couldn’t help but squirm at the fact that he was still left vulnerable with the way his hands were still pinned. Still, he eventually relaxed and waited for Foggy to continue again, assuming his was just debating where to strike next.

Matt felt giddy and light. His entire body tingled and shook from exertion. He lolled his head back on the couch. If he was less tickle high he would’ve tried to protect himself from further tickles.

”wha- whih-shihit wahahit,” Matt took in a few breaths before continuing, “why’d yohou stohop? Ihit was juhust getting good” In a quiet voice, never able to stop his giggles for long enough.

In all the years Foggy has been friends with, and tickled Matt, he had never heard Matt sound so light yet disappointed. Foggy was glad Matt couldn’t see the large grin on his face. Did his heartbeat give away his excitement? Oh,,probably, but he didn’t think Matt could detect much in the state he was in.

Matt froze. He realized what he just revealed and started to panic. What if Foggy thought he was a freak? Or made fun of him for it? He could feel Foggy‘s heartbeat speed up. He felt his heart drop. All traces of giddiness from earlier gone.

“uhm- not- not that I liked it it’s just I uh..it just helped me get my mind off of things.. ”He anxiously defended himself. Funny, how bad he was at it with him being a lawyer and all.

He started to climb out from under Foggy. Matt then scooted down the couch. He tried to get rid of the fear he felt within him. He was a feared vigilante yet he couldn’t shake the feeling of apprehension as Foggy still remained silent.

”Oh you- seriously Matt?“ Foggy exclaimed, his voice tainted with annoyance. Matt internally cringed and tried not to show how affected he was, tensing. He could feel dread beginning to pool within his stomach.

“I can..you can just forget anything I said it’s not that big of a deal..” Matt tried, weakly.

“What do you mean? Are you-,” Foggy sighed, “Matt I’m not grossed out by you or anything. I mean even if it’s a kink I mean it uh it’s really not all that bad y’know and-“

Matt cut him off, “It’s not a kink! It’s just..like a bonding thing- no it, it’s nothing.” He got slightly defensive.

”Alright alright it’s not a kink. I get it- well I don’t really get it but it’s not a bad thing. I’d never judge you for something as simple as this.“ Foggy said reassuringly.

Now that he knew Matt actually liked being tickled rather than just simply tolerated it, he was prepared to get a smile back on his face.

“Besides,“ Foggy began as he moved closer to Matt, grimacing as he saw him tense, “now that you let me know you actually like being tickled..I can bring a smile to your face whenever I like. I also know that you adore being tickled on your back..” Foggy grinned, his heartbeat speeding up once more.

Matt felt his own speed up as well. Before he was even able to respond Foggy had latched onto him, pulling him into a strong hug.

Matt was about to pull his arms up to reciprocate the hug but Foggy had dug all of his fingers into his back.

Caught off guard by this fast turn of events he could only shriek and laugh once more. His laughter laced with many more gasps for air. He arched his back trying to get away from the sensation. He balled Foggy’s shirt into his fists as he thrashed. His legs kicking from under them.

“NOHOHO SHIHIHI-“ He shrieked in anguish.

Foggy’s fingers somehow made their way back to the most ticklish spot on his back and his laughter then went silent. He felt himself growing weaker but the fingers never stopped their movements. He was truly helpless. Under Foggy’s entire mercy. He loved it.

Foggy really only tickled that spot for about 5 seconds since he could see how it affected Matt. He snickered, he has a vigilante-his city’s vigilante at his very mercy.

Matt’s laughter was now audible again and it was..very interesting. It contained a lot of failed attempts at begging and a lot of desperate shrieks. He barely had the energy to thrash in Foggy’s arms.

Foggy could tell he was getting tired. He wondered if he wanted him to stop on his own will or if he wanted him to push him to use the safe word. He lightened his tickles only slightly, just enough for Matt to be able to speak.

“So you want me to stop whenever I want or do you want me to tickle you to your limit?” Foggy asks, looking down at the tired out vigilante in his arms.

“Doho whatever yohou like.” The vigilante said carelessly. Foggy would make him regret that.

”Tickle you till you cry it is then!” Foggy says cheerfully before digging his arms into Matt’s armpits. Definitely not what Matt was expecting.

Matt bucked in his arms and dissolved into unbelievably desperate laughter. It seems he was just getting more ticklish the longer this went on. If he thought that one spot on his back was the most ticklish spot..wow. He was definitely not prepared for this.

His laughter kept going silent then coming back full volume. He thrashed so hard Foggy lost his grip on him and had to tackle him to grab him once more.

Foggy was going full out for him. He was drilling his fingers into his pits while his thumb massaged the areas above them, keeping Matt deliriously shrieking.

Matt wasn’t yet crying or saying the safe word so he decided to take it up a notch. ‘Sorry dude,’ he thought.

Foggy then moved his ring finger and pinky to tickle the back of his top ribs while still drilling into his pits, and massaging into the muscle around them with his thumb.

Matt‘s senses suddenly realized what was happening and decided to amplify it. He was in absolute ticklish agony.

His nerves were all lighting up and all he could feel was the fingers tickling his armpits. He couldn’t even feel the ache in his stomach. His sense of surroundings He couldn’t handle it anymore and yelled “AHAHAVOCADOHO FOHOGGY FOHOHOGGY!”

The tickling stopped immediately and Foggy let go. Matt collapsed onto the couch heavily panting. His heartbeat was strong and fast.

i cant figure out how to end this so yeah hope you liked it :,)

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Foggy!

A/N - Here is a Daredevil fic with Matt being a little shit! Thank you lovely anon for the lovely prompt! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!! As always, feedback is much appreciated!

Word Count: 420 (blaze it)

           “Foggy, it’s foggy outside.”      

           “Foggy, it’s really cold.”

           “Foggy, you look lovely today.”

           “Foggy, did you know the sun is a star?”

           “Foggy! I’m blind! Oh wait.”

           “Foggy,” Matt Murdock was a lot of things, but as of right now, he was a piece of shit. Matt always seemed to get these moods where he was incredibly playful and sarcastic. Foggy loved these moments, his best friend needed a reason to be happy, any at all. These certain mood, provoked by who knows what, were Foggy’s favorite, though they could get a bit annoying.

           “Matt, if you say anything, I will kill you,” Foggy said calmly, carefully typing out an email to a possible client. He could just sense the mischievousness floating around in Matt’s head, he had known the man long enough to predict a lot of things. This was one of them.

           “I like your hair today. It really has a nice windswept, hit by a train and a truck kind of vibe,” Matt finished just before he took off in a run, knowing Foggy would be able to catch him anyways. It wasn’t long until Foggy had his best friend pinned to the floor, hands trapped under his knees, fingers scribbling all over.

           “What am I going to have to do to get you to shut up?” Foggy asked, prodding between each of Matt’s ribs, his laughter loud and boisterous.

           “Have I ever told you I think your eyes are beautiful? What color are they again?” Matt cooed through his laughter, reverting into high pitched giggles when Foggy dug into his belly. “Your smile reminds me of my favorite colors. None.”

           “How about this?” Foggy scratched along Matt’s hips, a snort and a loud cackle.

           “If we got married, should we name our son Maggy or Fott?”

           “Fuck you,” Foggy replied, Matt’s thighs at his mercy, loud squeals and more snorting.

           “That’s a weird name for a kid,” Matt’s knees were next, a jolt of electricity through him, frantic squirming and thrashing. “Nohohoho!”

           “Something wrong?” Foggy smirked, going for Matt’s death spot next, right under the arms.

           “Stahahahap! I’ll be good, I promise!”

           “You better be,” Foggy continued to tickle his best friend for a few more moments, taking in the sound of Matt’s enchanting and freeing laugh. His friend needed more reasons to laugh and be happy. Foggy knew it was his job to help him out, knowing the outcome would be completely worth all the ridicule Matt subjected him to.

           “Thanks, Foggy.”

           “Anytime, Matt. Anytime.”

[fanficsandfluff]

idk if you still like daredevil, but the character tickles ask meme with matt and foggy (brotp) if you'd like?

I haven’t watched Daredevil past the first season, so I officially am not following that or any Defenders shows. But I will do this based on what I remember about Matt and Foggy and how cute their relationship was.

1. Who is more of a ler and who is more of a lee?

Honestly, they’re both equal. Neither feels strongly about either tickling role. But what tends to happen is that Matt is most certainly the lee 80% of the time. Foggy just loves making the crime fighter laugh, since his smile is so endearing and tooth-rotting

2. Who (pretends) they hate being tickled and who openly admits it?

Foggy is the guy who pretends to hate being tickled. He always tries to fight Matt off, or convince him he doesn’t need any tickles to cheer him up, or whatever the case. And even while the guy’s laughing, he’s telling Matt off for tickling him silly.It takes some work, but after a while of persuasion, Matt is the one who admits to his terribly ticklish self. Foggy has him begging for it to stop— sorry, to continue, within a few minutes. Foggy’s happy to oblige.

3. Who prefers gentle tickles and who prefers getting Totally WreckedTM?

Ohhhh my god, Matt all the way for gentle tickles. He never grew up with touching, even with his enhanced senses after the accident. But whenever Foggy would ‘accidentally’ tickle him while cleaning his wounds after a night out fighting, Matt would openly giggle, not even asking Foggy to stop. He yearns for those gentle, teasing brushes against his bare skin when they cuddle together. Reminds him of their college days.Foggy does not have a preference when it comes to tickles, mostly insisting he hates it to begin with. But getting Totally WreckedTM does get belly laughs out of him, which Matt adores.

4. What are each of their most ticklish spots?

Foggy’s feet have always been a weak spot. When they’d be lounging together, high, at college, Foggy would get whacked up and Matt would get clingy. It was a horrible, wonderful mixture and Matt would brush Foggy’s socked feet once or twice by accident, of course. And the sound it made was one in a million. Matt launched a full-fledged attack on his soles, especially getting under his toes. The squeals were perfection.Matt’s worst spot ranges on how bad his injuries are. If his ribs had been broken, and then healed mostly, Foggy could wreck him with tickles that make him thrash at the heightened ticklishness. Another fabulous spot are his knees. And for some reason, Matt almost never sees those tickles coming, what with all his enhanced senses and everything. Matt kicks his legs out like wild, almost always hurting Foggy in the process.

5. Bondage? Pinned down? Tickle fights? Quick tickles in passing? What do each of them prefer?

Pinning each other down is their forte. Foggy uses his weight to his advantage (as well as Matt’s unstable nature when he’s tickled) when he sits on Matt’s waist or arms to pin him. Then he wreaks havoc all over Matt’s torso and underarms. Matt uses his strength and quick reflexes to feel around Foggy’s body to exploit his sensitive belly and feet and wherever else to the fullest. 

6. Favorite tickle headcanons for this pair?

Foggy knows when Matt is down in the dumps. Always. And he’d go and visit him to pick his spirits up

At work, Matt tries to sneak in pokes or nudges to Foggy when they’re dealing with a particularly looney client

Karen watches and knows they’re both extremely sensitive. She sometimes partakes in their little poke matches in the office 

Even after fighting, Matt and Foggy always come around to tickles to get them on the same side again

From this

[ticklefeels-for-seb]

Another scene from Daredevil that isn’t a tickle scene, but made me sweat the first time i watched it, and every time after. Not just because of Matt’s vulnerable position, but because of Elektra being so close to him, touching him, caressing that beautiful soft, exposed spot on his lower belly, and just not tickling him. My spidey senses react to it like a tickle scene either way 🥲😫

[ticklefeels-for-seb]

the urge to tickle matt murdock is so strong. wtf do you mean i don’t get to see him on his back, squirming around, hands on him poking and prodding him while he giggles and dodges, eventually matt has his head back in cackling laughter as his sides or thighs are squeezed, or as his ribs were being meticulously examined with tickly fingers, and matt’s senses are dialed to CRAZY HIGH, and stick taught him how to center himself for pain, but tickle torture is soooo different and soo much worse and he can’t help it, he can’t control this feeling as easy and it feels so intense, so ticklish, he can’t even fight back knowing very well he could end it right then and there. but secretly, very secretly, matt enjoys it. matt murdock loves to be tickled. it’s the very opposite sensation of all the negative feelings he’s had to endure in every capacity. and all matt gets to do is throw his head back and lauggghhhhh and he just takes it like a good boy. ok ok ok i can’t i CANTTTT

[ticklefeels-for-seb]

i almost flipped my shit thinking this scene was actually gonna be a tickle moment. nope, he had a bruise. but the scene read exactly like “accidental tickle spot find” and it’s more than i had before so im taking it. also love the way she caresses his head to check for injuries and the way he leans into it. such a puppy i love him.

(the flinch gets me so so heart eyes anyways even tho i know it’s not a fickle flinch….but it could’ve been)

edit: idk why this got labeled as “mature” but i can sure you it isn’t lol