#lee!mario

Idk what the fuck possessed me a few weeks ago but I’m still decently proud of this so-

Mario tummy undercut because I’m embarrassed about it but wanna post it anyway cuz I’m a bum

So I very legally watched the new Mario movie-

{Mario begrudgingly agrees to a pedicure. He walked himself right into a trap.}

“Where did they go?” Mario wondered.

At some point during the movie that Mario, Luigi, and the girls were watching, Peach and Daisy had disappeared.

“Hey, do you know where the princesses are?” he asked a toad guard.

The guard pointed him towards Peach’s bedroom. Mario walked to her bedroom and heard giggling come from the room.

He softly knocked.

“Peachy? You in there?”

“Come in!” her voice sang.

He opened the door to find Peach painting Daisy’s toenails. Her already painted toes rested on a pillow.

“Oh, hey sorry I’m interrupting you,” Mario said.

He felt awkward interrupting what seemed to just be a girls night.

“No worries! I’m just finishing up painting Daisy’s nails. What do you think?” Peach held up Daisy’s foot.

The nails were a gold-yellow color with sparkles.

“Looks nice! Uh I’m just gonna go back to sit with Lu, he’s passed out on the couch so now I can watch the game. I can only do that when he’s asleep. He hates watching sports.”

“Wait, Mario! You should get your toes done too!” Peach exclaimed.

Mario stopped in his tracks, “uuuhh I don’t really do that, Peachy. I guess you could do my fingers, though.”

“Why not your toes?” Daisy asked.

“My feet are gross. They’re dry and have so many callouses.”

Half of that was true, he was just trying to get out of them possibly touching his feet.

“Well, that’s why we’re doing pedicures, dumby,” Daisy scoffed playfully, “also we don’t have to paint them. We can just get them looking and feeling smoother.”

“Yeah, Mario! You deserve it, you’re on your feet so much, and are always wearing boots or socks! Come on, sit,” Peach patted the chair she was sitting below.

Mario hesitated, and looked around for help. When he saw no one there to help him, he sighed, and prepared for his doom.

Peach absolutely knew how insanely ticklish he was, and now Daisy was about to find out, too.

He sat down on the cushioned chair where there was a basin of water. Peach took the basin to the bathroom, poured it out and refilled it with new steamy water.

She set the basin down in front of the chair, then grabbed Mario’s left ankle.

“H- HEY!” he shouted a bit louder than he meant to.

She ignored him, and simply pulled his sock off. She instructed him to put his foot in the water. It honestly felt nice.

Once both feet were in the water, Mario felt himself relax. He had to admit all tension in his body released when the warm water feeling took over.

“Why are you so afraid of a pedicure?” Daisy asked.

“I’m not!” he lied, “I was just uh.. busy.”

“Busy trying to watch a sports game? That’s boring. Plus your feet need some serious help.”

Mario rolled his eyes, “okay they’re not that bad.”

They really weren’t, they just needed a good wash and good scrub…

Maybe not that last thing.

A few minutes of soaking later, and Mario was completely relaxed. He had completely forgotten about why he was worried.

“Alright, take your feet out. Daisy, can you grab the pumice stone?” Peach asked.

She held the towel up and dried his feet off, chuckling to herself at the way he jumped and pulled away slightly.

“Wait what’s that?” Mario asked.

“A pumice stone helps scrape away dead skin. Don’t worry, it’s very soft. Here, sit down here.”

Mario slid out of the chair onto the floor next to Peach. She grabbed his ankles and pulled them into her lap.

“Wait!” he yelped.

Peach stopped.

“…uh j-just… be gentle,” he gulped.

“Don’t worry, cutie, I’ll be very gentle..”

Mario blushed at being called that. The two weren’t exactly official yet, but, shit, were they both whipped. Daisy was waiting for the day they’d finally kiss.

Mario cringed as she lifted the stone towards his foot. He scrunched his toes involuntarily.

“If you scrunch like that, it’s not gonna work right.”

“I can’t help it I’m sorry!”

Peach didn’t respond, she grabbed his two big toes in her grip and pulled them back a bit. Mario could barely process what happened before he hit the roof with a loud “AAEEEE-” noise.

Peach gently brushed the stone down his sole causing him to squeal.

Daisy burst out laughing, “OH MY GOD THATS WHY YOU’RE SO SCARED?! YOU’RE TICKLISH?!”

“SH-SHUT IT!- EEK HEHEhehehe-!” Mario tried so hard to keep his feet in Peach’s lap, but it was proving impossible.

Luckily, Peach had a solution for that.

“Here, Daisy, you take the left leg, I’ll take the right,” she beamed.

“NO!” Mario protested.

“Ooo good idea, also I know how we can keep his toes out of the way,” Daisy grabbed two foam pieces.

“Great idea!” Peach exclaimed.

They weren’t even paying attention to his pleas and protests as they forced the toe separators on him. Daisy grabbed his left leg and trapped it in her crossed leg. Unfortunately, that leg of hers was strong. Peach put his right leg in an arm lock.

“GUYS PLEASE I PROMISE I DON’T NEED THIS!” Mario pleaded.

“Judging by how dry those toes and arches are, you absolutely need this,” Peach teased.

His heart leapt into his throat when she mentioned those spots.

Peach grabbed the pumice stone again while Daisy grabbed a foot file.

“PLEASE D-DOHOHOHON’T-” Mario cried out as he felt the file gently touch the ball of his foot.

Both girls ignored him again, continuing their tortur- er- cleaning. It was bad at first, but as they got into the flow of gently scraping wherever they saw dead skin (or going over the same spots when they got a good reaction out of him), Mario was on his back wheezing and screaming with laughter. Daisy ran the file over the tops of his toes, and Mario felt like he was gonna die.

“NOT THERE PL-PLEHEHEHEHEASE SANTA MERDA!! PER FAVOHOHOHORE, SMEHEHETTI!! L-le mie dITA D-DEI- PIEDI!!!!”

Daisy and Peach started laughing hysterically at him going insane in Italian.

Both of them stopped and let him catch his breath. Mario’s feet were buzzing with leftover ticklish sensations. He curled his toes instinctively, hugging his stomach while trying to breathe normally again.

“Ohoho my gohohod… you two are evil,” he groaned between breaths.

Peach tilted her head innocently, “evil? We’re helping you.”

Daisy grinned and lightly poked the center of Mario’s sole with one finger.

Mario jerked. “AH! Don’t do that!”

“Wow,” Daisy laughed, “they’re still sensitive.”

Of course they fucking ahahare!”

Peach gently skittered Mario’s ankle, “hey! No cursing!”

Mario let out the cutest snort.

“Ahahaw you hear those cute snorts, Daisy?”

Mario narrowed his eyes at her, “don’t even start that.”

Peach giggled but didn’t answer.

For a moment Mario thought (hoped) it was over. He slowly sat up, flexing his toes inside the foam separators.

“…So we’re done?” he asked cautiously.

Peach and Daisy exchanged a look.

“Done?” Daisy repeated.

Peach grabbed a bottle of lotion.

“We haven’t even started softening your feet properly yet.”

Mario’s eyes widened, “WHAT?! Nononono, I don’t need them softER-”

Before he could finish, Daisy grabbed his ankle again and pulled his leg back into her lap.

“HEY!”

“Relax,” Daisy said, though the huge grin on her face betrayed her.

Peach ran a finger lightly along Mario’s arch.

Mario’s whole body snapped straight.

“NOHOHO—PEACH!”

“This spot here is really dry,” she teased.

“ITS NOHOHOT! STOP WI-WIGGLING PLEHEHEASE!”

“She didn’t even touch you yet!”

“She SO DID!”

“I barely grazed you!”

Mario tried to yank his foot back but Daisy held it firmly.

“Wow, plumber boy,” Daisy chuckled, “your feet are ridiculously ticklish.”

“THEY ARE NOHOT!”

Peach slowly raised her hand that had exfoliating lotion on it.

Mario immediately started laughing in anticipation.

“I hahahate both of you.”

“You’ll survive,” Peach said sweetly.

Then she gently spread the gritty lotion down his sole.

Mario exploded, “AAAAAHAHAHAHA—NOHOHOHOHO PEACH!!”

His hands flew to his face while his trapped foot kicked helplessly in Peach’s hold.

“STOHOHOHOP—IT TIHIHICKLES!!”

Daisy couldn’t stop laughing either as she gently scratched his big toe causing him to screech..

“Peach, you know I think I found his other tickle button!”

“Really?” Peach said thoughtfully.

Mario froze.

“…D-Daisy no-.”

She quickly wiggled her nails under his toes below the toe spreader.

Mario shrieked with laughter.

She did it again causing another yelp.

Then she continuously skittered her nails all over his toes.

Mario collapsed backward onto the carpet, “AAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOD—DAISY PLEASE!!”

Daisy started lightly scratching around his toes with the file.

“MMHHAHAHAHAHA—NOHOHOHO!”

His feet kicked wildly in their trapped position. He broke out of Peach’s grasp and tried to find purchase on the carpet. Unfortunately, Peach gently grabbed his ankle again with ease.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said sweetly. She then sighed, “Mario.. you rubbed off all the exfoliant..”

Mario’s eyes widened.

“NO I DIDN’T! NO MORE!! PLEHEHEASE!”

She smiled innocently, “oh I won’t, plus we need to focus on getting under those nails.”

She grabbed a small pipe cleaner brush.

“Peach..”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t.”

Instead, she lightly, and quickly brushed across the tops of his toes.

Mario exploded again, “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PEACH!!”

Tears began pooling in his eyes as Mario’s laughter vanished into silent wheezing and he tried to curl into a ball.

“Aw I think we should stop, we’re breaking him, Daisy,” Peach smiled.

“Oh come on, the squirt can’t handle tickling?! THE Super Mario is just too ticklish for his own good? Gee, I sure hope a certain turtle doesn’t find this out..~” Daisy teased.

“D-DON’T YOU-! HAHAHAAAAA.. DON’T YOU DARE!-”

Daisy only laughed as she raked her nails up and down his left foot.

“G-GUYS PLE-HEHE- HEHEHEASE! I can’t ta-AHAHA- TAKE ANYMOHOHORE!!” Mario pounded his fist on the carpet.

Mario’s fist thumped weakly against the carpet again, but it lacked any real force now, his strength was melting into helpless, breathless laughter.

Peach exchanged a glance with Daisy, her teasing smile softening just a little.

“Alright, alright,” Peach said, easing her grip on his ankle, “we might have gone a tiny bit too far.”

“A tiny bit?” Daisy snorted, though her hands slowed to a stop, her nails resting lightly against his foot instead of scribbling across it, “he was laughing before we even started.”

Mario sucked in a shaky breath laced with giggles, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he tried to recover.

“Y-you think- ha.. haha.. you think?!”

Another stray giggle escaped him when Daisy’s fingers shifted slightly, and he jerked his leg back on instinct.

Daisy raised an eyebrow, “wow. Still that sensitive, huh?”

“Don’t-! ..Don’t test it…” Mario warned, though there was no real threat behind it.

His voice wavered, and he curled slightly onto his side, clutching his stomach.

Peach set the brush aside and gently patted his shin, “we’re done, Mario. Promise.”

“…Promise?” he asked cautiously, peeking up at her.

Daisy grinned.

Peach shot her a look.

“…I promise,” Peach corrected firmly.

Mario let out a long, relieved breath, his body finally starting to relax into the carpet.

“Thank you…”

There was a brief pause.

Then Daisy leaned in just slightly, her voice dropping into a playful whisper near his ear, “you know… Bowser would definitely want to know about this.”

Mario froze.

Peach shook her head, “Daisy…”

“What? I’m just saying! Imagine it. ‘Fearless hero defeated by a pedicure and a foot rub.’ It’s headline material.”

Mario groaned, dragging his hands over his face, “I save the kingdom and this is my reputation with you now…”

Peach giggled softly, “don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with us.”

Daisy smirked, “..mostly.”

Mario shot her a look.

“…Okay, okay,” Daisy laughed, raising her hands in surrender, “no evil turtles will be informed. For now.”

Mario narrowed his eyes, though a tired smile tugged at the corner of his mouth despite himself.

“…I.. am never letting either of you near my feet agahahain.”

Daisy cracked her knuckles dramatically, “oh don’t worry, you don’t have to let us..”

Mario covered his face again, groaning as his face turned a dark red.

{Mario can’t get his shirt off after a tennis tournament because he’s so sweaty, Peach helps him out.~}

Tickletober Day 15 Prompt

Mario walked into his and Peach’s shared bedroom panting, and taking a huge gulp of water from his bottle.

He had just finished absolutely crushing a tennis tournament..

Ok so he lost to Bowser, who cares?! Not him!!!

…

Mario grunted as he gently slammed the water bottle down on the nightstand, reliving the horrible moment he tripped and fell right as he went for the swing that would end the game. He missed the ball, and Bowser won.

Bowser was not a good sport about it either.

Mario remembered seeing Peach smile sympathetically at his silent fuming as he stood on the podium in 2nd place.

Speaking of Peach; she came into the room, squirting the Gatorade into her mouth from the hole she made in her bottle cap.

Mario introduced her to the drink after a tough game once, and she took a liking to it.

“Phew, that was great,” Peach said.

“Yeah for who? Bowser?” Mario scoffed.

Peach giggled, “aw I know it sucks, but hey, that just means you get another chance at victory!”

“Another chance for him to beat me in the game of dumb luck and strength when I don’t have power ups? Can’t wait.”

Peach came up behind him as he took off his visor, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Ew, you’re wet,” Peach wiped her hands on her skirt.

“Thanks, captain obvious,” Mario smirked, “you’re right, though, I gotta get out of these clothes.”

With that, Mario grabbed the hem of his polo and lifted it above his head. The fabric stuck to his body like tacky glue making it difficult to pull off. He tried to pull his arm out, but it was also stuck.

Peach had turned to the closet to get out clean clothes for both of them after showers when she heard grunting noises. She turned to see her husband practically swallowed in his clothing.

She watched his fight with fabric for a second before sighing.

“You need help there, sweetie?” Peach asked knowingly.

Mario dropped his arms—well, he let them go slack but they were still stuck above his head—and sighed again.

“Yeah, I’d say so, Peachy,” Mario replied.

Peach couldn’t help but let her eyes roam his body, biting her lip for a second. She walked up behind him, and put her arms on his sides gently, causing goosebumps to immediately rise on his skin.

“You need help?” She asked again with a bit more husk to her voice.

Mario was glad she couldn’t see how brightly he blushed from that, “heh.. uh y-yeah..”

Her hands gently grazed his ribs going up to his arms causing his breath to hitch and a small giggle escape his lips. He wanted to believe she didn’t mean to give him that reaction…

Her hands gently wrapped around the fold of his stuck shirt. He let out a soft whimper. She began slowly lifting the shirt… only to then quickly dart her hands back down to his armpits and skitter her nails in them.

Mario squealed in surprise then let out the cutest string of giggles.

Peach smirked in triumph, “you’re too easy, honey,” she whispered.

Mario squirmed around trying to avoid her fingers, but they only followed his every jolt, and yank away until he fell backwards onto the bed.

Then she really attacked.

Mario cried out as she targeted his ribs, sides, belly, and hips in quick succession.

“AHAHAHEHEHEAHAHAAAA!! PEACH NOHOHOHO! I CAN’T SEE- I CAN’T SEEHEHEHEE!!” his voice reached a high octave at the end of his plea.

Peach only laughed at his plight, “awhahahw, poor thing can’t see? Oh no, now you can’t see what I’m doing, and can’t predict anything, like this!”

She bent down, and blew a big raspberry on his tummy causing his legs to kick up as he cackled.

“NAHAHAHAHA! P-PEACH, HOLY MERDAHAHAHA!”

Peach pinched up his ribs and skittered her nails in his open armpits. It was near unbearable for Mario as he couldn’t put his arms down no matter how hard he fought.

“Sorry, baby, I can’t hear you, could you speak up?” Peach teased.

“PLEEEEEASE!! STAAAAPP!!!!” Mario yelled in return, totally not in the most high pitched voice he had.

Peach kissed his belly drawing out a surprised yelp from her husband, then finally pulled the neck of the shirt over his head and helped it off his arms.

Mario panted and covered his red face, slowly sitting up.

“I’m gonna take a shower if you wanna join,” Peach winked.

{Mario just wants to rest, Luigi sees an opportunity to tease his big bro in a cruel way.}

Tickletober Day 5 prompt.

Mario, exhausted from a long day repairing faulty pipes, was sprawled out on the sofa in the living room, a cheap comic book dangling forgotten from his hand. His red cap was tossed onto the floor, and his overalls were slightly loosened for comfort.

Most importantly, Mario was vulnerable. His bare feet, freed from the confines of his boots, rested lazily on the armrest.

Luigi, who had been quietly tending to some plants by the window, noticed the exposed feet. A slow, highly mischievous grin spread across his face. While he was usually the nervous brother, Luigi harbored a precise and effective talent for sibling torment, particularly when Mario was caught off guard.

He approached silently, moving with a predator’s grace that rivaled his generally clumsy demeanor.

Mario blinked, aware of a shadow falling over him. 

“Hey, Weegee. Plants looking good?”

“As flourishing as a relentless piranha plant,” Luigi replied, his voice deceptively smooth.

He paused, hovering over Mario’s feet.

Mario suddenly got a bad feeling. He tried to pull his feet back, but he was too slow, too heavy with fatigue.

In a move executed with surgical precision, Luigi reached out. 

“WAIT!” Mario tried to stop him.

Luigi didn’t listen. He shook his hand out dramatically, then descended onto his helpless foot.

He didn’t use his whole hand or even four fingers. He used one finger. His left index finger, and brought it down on a specific, outrageously sensitive spot on Mario’s right foot: the delicate, sensitive skin in the crease of his big toe.

It was not a scrape or a rake, simply a sustained, maddeningly light wiggle.

Mario exploded.

A high, uncontrolled squeal escaped him, followed by a cascade of breathless, sputtering laughter that sounded like a tea kettle gone rogue. 

His body careened up, throwing the comic book high into the air.

“NO! N-n-no, Weegee! Stahahap! W-wait! I’m too tired!” Mario gasped, trying desperately to yank his foot away, but Luigi had a steady grip on his ankle.

Luigi’s grin widened, “too tired, bro? You look just fine to me.”

Using only that single index finger, Luigi began a slow, agonizingly light rotation. He didn’t apply pressure; the very movement of the skin-on-skin contact was the torture. It was the lack of force that made it so unbearable.

“E-EHEHEHE LUIGI! Th-tHATS CHEHEATING! N-NOT FAHAHAIR!!!” Mario shrieked, tears of laughter welling in the corners of his eyes. 

He kicked his other leg wildly in the air, trying to use it as a shield to dislodge his tormentor.

“Oh, but it’s the best way,~” Luigi hummed, his voice smooth as silk. 

He moved the single finger, tracking a tiny, imaginary line straight up and down Mario’s foot, hitting the center. He paused for a moment, then wiggled his one finger quickly on the spot.

Mario’s laughter cut off momentarily, replaced by a series of frantic, wheezing gasps. His face was beet red, his whole torso vibrating.

“Mercy! MERCY-HEHEAHAHAHA! I’ll buy you a n-new vacuum! I’ll- WAH- AHAHAHA!- do your chores! I’ll—”

Luigi paused the attack, hovering the digit a millimeter above the skin. The sudden cessation of the movement was almost worse than the tickling itself, leaving Mario suspended in agonizing anticipation, his muscles twitching.

“You’ll do what, Mario?” Luigi asked playfully, his voice low and teasing, “you’ll admit I’m the better brother?”

“Never!” Mario retorted, the word catching in a fresh eruption of giggles as Luigi’s finger darted down again, this time scratching a little rougher at the very soft pad of his heel, a spot Mario was notoriously sensitive about.

“NOOO! PLEHEHEHEASE O- OKAHAHAHAY OKAY!- You’re… you’re the… the… the slightly better b-brother…” Mario tried to compromise, twisting his body into a pretzel, but Luigi held fast.

Luigi shook his head, looking supremely disappointed, “not good enough. And my finger is getting tired, Mario. Make a decision.”

He began a rapid, feather-light drumming motion, still restricted entirely to the single fingernail, focusing between Mario’s two smallest toes.

This was the final straw. A desperate, primal sound escaped Mario.

“HAH-! AHEHAHAHAHAHA OKAYYY YOU WIN! YOU’RE THE BEST BROTHER! AND- AHAHAND YOU CAN HAVE THE LAST SLICE OF CAHAHAKE! JUST STOP PLEHEHEASE!!”

Luigi immediately ceased the attack. He slowly lifted his index finger, leaving Mario’s foot twitching slightly with phantom tickles.

Mario lay panting on the sofa for a full minute, shaking his head and running a hand dramatically over his face. He watched as Luigi straightened up, adjusting his green cap with a satisfied smirk.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Luigi said, stepping back safely out of range.

Mario slowly sat up, his breath evening out, but his eyes were blazing with mock-fury. He rubbed his abused foot gingerly.

“Don’t think this is over, Luigi,” Mario growled, though the threat was undercut by a final, soft hiccup of residual laughter, “I know all your tickle spots. And this time, I’m using two fingers.”

He suddenly pounced on Luigi, tackling him onto the sofa. As promised, he used his index and middle finger on his ribs and armpit to send his little brother into hysterics. 

{Written because Nintendo said Mario and Peach are "just friends"}

The day was hot so Mario, Luigi, and Peach decided to stay inside. Peach had come over to the brothers’ shared home in her kingdom to get away from the castle for a bit.

“Stars, it is warm today,” Peach huffed.

“I know, it’s hotter than Bowser’s kingdom,” Mario agreed.

Thankfully, they had air conditioning, and plenty of ice cream in the freezer in case things got dire.

Mario wouldn’t say it, but he was secretly extremely excited when Peach showed up at their doorstep. He hadn’t seen her be able to relax in a week due to the stress of protecting her kingdom from Bowser’s advances and threat of attacks. She had made some trade deals with his kingdom to cool him down at least temporarily. Until he’d eventually demand more.

She could rest for right now.

Mario loved this version of her. Laid back, still reserved and proper, but a bit more fun loving and way more joke-y and smiley than her ruler side.

The three friends sat in the living room doing some catching up when the topic of the night before came up.

“I just think that is so neat,” Peach pointed to the brothers’ tv.

“The tv? Yeah guess you’d never seen one before have you?” Luigi asked.

Peach shook her head, “no, not until you two. I don’t know, I’m just so intrigued by how your people’s technology works. Like you can just see whatever you want from anywhere in the world! With this little remote thing!”

Mario tried not to laugh too loud because he was just so amused at Peach’s curiosity about humans and the humans’ world. 

“What’s so funny?” Peach asked slyly.

“Nothing, Princess! Well.. I don’t know, I just think it’s cute- uh! Silly-! Interesting when you’re so fascinated by things I’ve seen and been around my entire life. Which I guess it is the same for me when I’m still constantly fascinated by your world and kingdom.”

Both Peach and Luigi caught the slip ups. Obviously. Mario isn’t that slick. Especially when it comes to the Princess. Luigi knew Mario had more than a thing for her. Peach was also privy to this, but wasn’t sure if she was just wanting it to be true because she liked him just as much.

Luigi, though, he absolutely knew both of them were head over heels for each other. No doubt in his mind. And he frequently teased Mario about it when Peach was away.

He added this little verbal slip up to his mental arsenal to poke at his brother about later. Right now, he decided to tease him about another thing that he would be embarrassed about the Princess knowing.

Ah, little brothers.

“Oh! Princess, you talking about the tv reminded me of last night! I was watching a movie, and Mario grabbed the remote and changed it to a sports game he forgot about.”

Mario knew what he was talking about, “Luigi…”

Luigi ignored him, “I reached over and tried to grab the remote back but he put it under his arm and curled up like a kid! So, naturally, I did what I knew would get him to release the remote. I tickled his ribs and under his arms until he succumbed and dropped the remote. He cursed me which earned him some neck tickles as well until I decided he had enough.”

Peach giggled at the story and looked over at Mario who was staring daggers at Luigi with a deep blush on his face.

“Aw, Mario, after all this time I’ve known you, I had no idea you were ticklish!” she exclaimed.

“Luigi’s way more ticklish than me!” Mario shot back.

Both Peach and Luigi laughed at that.

“Don’t try to deflect it back on me, bro! And you knew she had to find out at some point, right?” Luigi laughed.

“No she didn’t! This isn’t fair, you don’t get to reveal my secrets!” Mario pouted like a child.

Peach took it upon herself to stand up and sit next to Mario on the couch.

“Don’t you even dare, principessa,” Mario glared with a slight smirk.

“Dare what? I just wanted to sit with you, Mario,” Peach responded with just as much of a smirk.

Peach then stretched her arms up and around Mario’s shoulders making him flinch a little. But also made his heart skip a beat. Oh how he wanted to just lean over into her, but he didn’t want to overstep anything and just tried to relax in her touch. But it was impossible to do so as there were butterflies in his stomach from her touch. And the slight anxiety of the silent threat of being tickled.

He could’ve moved away, he knew that, but this had never really happened before. Yes, they hugged all the time, and she’s definitely put her arms around him as he carries her away from danger, but it’s never been so casual, so close and intimate.

They all talked for another minute, and the tension between the princess and the plumber was mounting. Luigi could even tell, but Peach wasn’t one for letting tension in the air linger. She decided to strike.

Peach gently moved her hand up Mario’s shoulder towards his neck. Mario didn’t protest, whether it was because he didn’t want her to let him go or he was just too shy to say anything; he let Peach continue.

That was until he felt the slightest flutter of nails against his neck. He gasped, and tried to fight his immediate urge to slam his neck against her fingers. Luigi just smiled.

“P-Princess pl-eHEHEase!-“ Mario tried not to laugh, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as she now added her other hand into the mix prodding at his side.

“Aww you ARE ticklish! Oh now I need to know where else is just as ticklish!” Peach beamed.

Mario pulled away from her, and ended up laying in the cushions of the couch. This didn’t sway Peach, though. She let go of him as she felt the pull against her letting him fall over into the couch, then just moved her hands down to his ribs causing a yelp, and stuttered giggling.

“N-Nahaha- Peach!” Mario kept stuttering pleas trying desperately to not laugh.

He couldn’t believe this was real. The princess who’s usually so proper, the friend he has a major crush on; is tickling him! And she’s never looked more beautiful to him. 

Mario burst into full belly laughter when she tweaked his hip. When the dam broke, it was like Peach got a new wave of confidence as she forced his leg down from its curled position, and put her leg over him, hovering him.

Mario tried to turn onto his back from his side, but he wasn’t allowed enough room.

“AHH- EEHEHEHE! NOT THEHEHERE P-PRINCI-PESSAHAHA!”

Peach had begun skittering and squeezing his belly. Loving the reaction she got from it, she went even further by going under his shirt. Mario threw his head back, cackling.

“P-PRINCIPESSA M-MIO DIOHOHO HAHAHA!”

Peach would be lying if she said she didn’t continue just to hear him revert to his mother tongue through his cute laughter. She absolutely loved it when he spoke Italian around her. Even if she didn’t understand it, though, she of course had picked up on certain words and phrases he and Luigi say often. It was cute to hear both brothers call her ‘principessa Peach’ but she adored it when Mario said it. Also, hearing him say just her name always made her heart flutter.

This was the perfect excuse to make him say it over and over.

“Does that tickle?” Peach asked teasingly. She admittedly was pretty bad at teasing since she doesn’t really get the chance to tickle someone. Toad has been a target for her here and there but not very often.

Mario shook his head in silent protest. Despite this, he wasn’t fighting her, in fact, he had his arms out slightly above him, gripping a pillow for anchoring. This gave Peach perfect access to his armpits. He threw his head back with a scream that dissolved into hearty giggles of pure joy.

Did he try to covertly expose that tickle spot on purpose hoping she’d go for it just so he could live in this moment with his crush longer?.. he pleads the fifth on that question.

“Oh it doesn’t tickle huh?” Peach teased, “well I think there is something that might tickle quite a bit on you..~”

Mario barely had time to process what she said before she straddled his waist, sitting on him fully, leaned down and blew a raspberry on his shirt-covered belly.

His arms flew down to cover his face and mouth as he screeched and snorted wildly. He hated snorting like this, but somehow found himself not minding Peach hearing his absolute free, unbridled laughter for the first time.

“Woah that really got you, huh! You’re honestly really fun to tickle, Mario,” Peach giggled, “..you’re so handsome and cute-“

Peach stopped tickling immediately. Mario seemed to not notice her abrupt stop for another second as he started to recover from the playful attack. But he did hear what she said. If he blushed any brighter his head would explode, he was sure of it.

Peach’s reaction didn’t help either, “oh my stars, I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean to-“

“Peheheach.. hey, it- it’s okay, d-don’t apologihihize. I uh.. I think you’re cute, too.. and very pretty,” he replied through huffs and little giggles.

Peach blushed softly, “you do?”

“Of course, principessa, I always have.”

…

Honestly, neither of them wanted to address the position they were currently in. Peach was still straddling his legs below his hips. Alas, she decided to gently slide off of him and sit beside him with a small apology again.

Mario sat up, and grabbed her hand, once again assuring her he needs no apologies from her. 

“Princess,-”

“Peach.”

Mario looked at her curiously.

“I think it’s way past time we drop the formalities. We’re best friends, and have known each other for a year now. Plus.. I love hearing you say just my name alone. I really like you..,” she shied.

“O-oh okay, well, Peach, I just wanted you to know that I really enjoy your company, you’ve been such a great friend to me, but I need to be honest..”

Peach held her breath waiting for a turn down.

Mario took a breath, and gently held the smallers’ hand, “I’ve liked you since I met you. I just thought that you weren’t interested that way, and wanted to just leave relationships alone considering Bowser. I’ve pushed that part of me that liked you that way down, and accepted that we were just friends. I was okay with that. But I started to never see a future where I date or love anyone else but you. I’ve held it inside for so long because I was admittedly too scared to even ask. But I love having you around, and my heart skips a beat every time you even say my name. The way your eyes shine in the sunlight, and your hair flows beautifully.. I guess I’m just trying to say through this sappy blabbering is that I like you… I- I love you.”

At some point during that, Peach had scooted closer to Mario to where their heads were inches apart.

“I love you, too, Mario.”

Mario turned his head to see that she was looking at him, too. His eyes darted down to her lips then back to her eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was okay to-

Peach leaned in closer, closing her eyes, and lightly touched her lips to his. He immediately reciprocated when his mind caught up to what was going on. He put his fingers under her chin gently. 

The two parted after a few moments.

“..well that was nice,” Peach giggled.

He didn’t mean to, but Mario wheezed from the way Peach broke the silence.

“Yeheheah.. it was.”

Both of them sat there smiling but not looking at each other.

“So um… would you like to go out with me?” Mario asked.

God he felt like fucking teen again asking like that.

“Of course, silly! How about a picnic?”

“Sounds great, Prin- Peach.”

Peach giggled at his correction.

“Well, you know I now have to get revenge,” Mario teased, trying to break the tension.

“Revenge?”

“For tickling me!”

“Oh! I’m not ticklish.”

“Oh really?! Well I guess we’ll figure that out,” Mario grinned.

He shot his hand out and gently squeezed Peach’s side. There was no reaction. He tried higher on her ribs. Nothing. Hip? Nope.

“Told ya.” Peach crossed her arms with a smirk.

“Oh.. uh heh sorry..”

Peach giggled, “oh don’t apologize, but you’re not getting away with that!”

“Distraction!” she exclaimed as she leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips before digging into his ribs again. Mario burst out laughing all over again.

Meanwhile, Luigi had snuck away from the room a long time ago after seeing clearly Peach was only focused on Mario. And he was hoping that them being alone would help them finally confess to each other. 

And when Luigi peeked back into the living room, they were kissing. 

...if you want to ofc.

-Same anon that asked for the Lee!Mario and Ler!Bowser fic

I'm gonna assume you meant more Lee!Mario and Ler!Bowser... So I gotchu... Also, I'll throw Peach as a Ler near the end because Mario x Peach fluff is cute, so I hope you don't mind.

*this is a continuation of the mentioned fic in the ask above

Lee: Mario

Lers: Bowser and Peach

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Today, Bowser woke up to a still trapped Princess Peach in the cage near his bed. He blew her a kiss, followed by a "good morning" as loud as he could. She, in turn, ignored him, facing the wall behind her.

Bowser sighed in defeat, then left the room, locking it behind him, just in case she somehow manages to escape her cage.

Because he talked so much in his sleep last night, she knew he had Mario trapped in the cellar below... and tickled him.

She knew she had to rescue him, one way or another, so she grabbed one of her hair pins and began to pick the lock on her door. Once she exited her cage, she realized that she had absolutely nowhere to go thanks to Bowser locking the door behind him, keeping her from escaping.

All hope seemed lost...

Until an idea formed in her head.

If I stay in the cage until he comes back, then I might be able to escape, Peach thought. He usually leaves it unlocked while he sleeps, so I just have to wait until he's ready to go back to sleep.

She walked back into her cage and closed the door. She also tied strings and hair ties in random parts of the cage, a couple on the unlocked door, in order to keep the cage closed in case Bowser decided to move the cage. Bowser will also be fooled, thinking she was just bored and did this for entertainment.

"I'm so sorry I can't get you out immediately, Mario... please bare with the torture for a little longer... I'll save you... I promise."

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Mario heard the front door to the cellar open, a long with heavy footsteps as they grew closer and louder, and immediately began to panic. Was Bowser not satisfied enough from yesterday!? Does he have to go through this every day for the rest of his life!? Mario was going to keep Bowser from enjoying himself if it's the last thing he'll do!

"Hello, Mario," Bowser said as he entered the cell and locked the door behind him. "Are you ready for round two?~"

Mario didn't say a word, he only glared at him.

"Welp... guess you don't have a choice anyways. Let's begin.~"

Bowser took off Mario's shoes, his socks too, then grabbed a feather from a box of supplies he brought down. He lightly bristled it on Mario's soft soles, earning a yelp from the plumber.

Mario took slow, laboured breaths in order to try and hold in his laughter.

"Hm... guess you still got some fight in ya... tell me, Mario... how long can ya last?~"

Mario still didn't say anything. He was putting all his strength and focus on not laughing.

He's tougher than I thought. Bowser thought, not expecting him to hold out for this long. Maybe it's time to get THAT out.

Bowser stopped. Mario panted, tired from the heavy breathing and holding in the pent up giggles.

Bowser dug through the box for a few minutes before yelling, "AHA!" And pulling out something that made Mario's confidence fade away.

"This, Mario, is something Kamek whipped up for me in case you start being difficult." Bowser held up a robot that had a lot of arms, each hand holding practically every tickle torture tool in the book.

Mario panicked. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold in his laughter if that robot did anything to him. He knew what was going to happen.

Bowser turned on the machine and ordered it to "attack" Mario, which the robot began to sprint at him and take off Mario's shirt. Mario tried kicking the robot, but Bowser noticed and grabbed his legs and tied them together with rope, keeping him from doing any damage to the robot.

Mario whimpered as the robot pulled off his overalls, revealing his boxers, which was all he was wearing now besides his hat.

As soon as the overalls fell to the ground, every damn tickle spot known to man was targeted.

Mario exploded with laughter, it was louder than it was yesterday, surprising both him and Bowser.

"You sound so girly! Hah!" Bowser teased.

"SHUUUUHHHUHUHUHHUUUT IIIHIHIHIITT!!"

"You got a lot of spirit, Mario... if only you worked for me... you'd get shit done better than most of my high ranking officers."

"KEHEHEHEHEP DREHEHEHEHEAMIHIHIHING, LIHIHIZAHARD BREHEHEHEHAHAHATH!!!!!"

"So rude. Poor Peach has to deal with you all the time. At least I give her enough hospitality."

After a while, Mario stopped laughing. He fell limp on the chains, his body twitching as he began to pass out.

"Alright, he's dead again... that's enough," Bowser said as he pushed the off button on the robot.

He put the robot and all the other tools he had out back into the box. He left Mario's cell, locking it behind him, then left the cellar. It was pretty late, so he decided to go to bed.

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When Bowser came back to his room, he noticed that Peach was tying tiny strings around her cage and fingers.

"What ya doin', Peach?" Bowser asked.

"Got a tiny bit bored, so I grabbed some loose strings from my dress and decorated my cage," Peach explained. "What do you think?😊"

"Kinda cute... maybe I'll have Kamek fix up your cage and make it more comfortable... and prettier, too, I guess."

"Sure, why not?"

Bowser handed her a pillow and blanket and said, "Goodnight, Peach," before going to bed himself.

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Once it was around 2:00 in the morning, Peach slowly opened up her cage and tiptoed towards the door. It was unlocked like she predicted.

She quietly opened the door, shutting it behind her. She would have locked the door if it didn't make so much noise, so she just has to move both quickly and quietly.

It took a few hours, but she finally found the cellar where Mario was held. However, she ran into a bit of an issue. There were guards blocking her way. She knew she had to distract them somehow.

She grabbed a small pebble and threw it across the hall into the other room. Once it landed, the guards ran into the room. Running as fast, but as quietly, as she could, she went into the cellar before the guards came back.

She didn't see any guards down here, so she decided to quietly call out to Mario.

Hearing her, Mario whispered, "PSST! Over here, Peach!"

Peach followed the sound of his voice, found him, and gasped before asking, "oh my goodness, are you alright!?"

"Yes, I'm fine... let's get outta here, ok your highness?"

"Right."

She used her high heels to break the chains (her pure gold ones) and helped him put his clothes back on.

"Is there another way out of here besides the front door?" Mario asked.

"Yes... there's a back door... it leads to outside, but we'll have to use these." She pulled tannooki leaves out of her pocket. "I found them on my way down here."

"Nice, Princess!"

They made their way towards the back door, which was a long and somewhat treacherous journey, but they eventually made it. Once Peach opened the door, it was a straight drop down with nothing to land on but lava. Looking straight ahead, however, there was solid ground that lead to the grasslands.

"I see now why we needed the tannooki suits," Mario said, a little nervous with how far the land is.

"We'll be ok... now let's get out of this dump."

"Way ahead of ya, Princess!"

They activated the suits and leaped out the window, eventually making it to solid ground. They kept running and running, hearing Bowser's angered roars in the distance, before making it back home. Finally.

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Days after that horrible incident, Mario was still on edge, being overly cautious with every step he took while re-rescuing the Princess.

Peach noticed this and decided to try and make him feel better, with his permission, of course.

She came to his house during lunchtime and knocked, the door slowly opening shortly after.

"Hello, Mario. May I come in?" Peach asked.

"Oh... it's just you, Peach... sure, yeah... come on in," Mario complied.

After eating some lunch, they went to his room and sat on the bed while they talked. After a long conversation, Peach asked, "Mario... May I please... Tickle you...?"

Mario panicked slightly, but relaxed because he knew Peach wouldn't torture him after what happened that day.

"You mean like... comfort tickles...?" Mario asked, hoping that was the case.

"Yes, actually... I wanted to make you feel better after what had happened."

"So you noticed?"

"Mhm."

Mario thought to himself for a minute before saying, "Sure... that's ok... but please be gentle."

"Of course."

She began to lightly scratch his neck, earning her an adorable little giggle from Mario.

"Hehehehehe."

"So cute.~"

"I'm nohot cuhuhute."

"Shhh... relax... yes you are... end of discussion."

"Mhm... hehe... ahaha... heh... f-fihine..."

"Fine, what?"

"Fine, I'm... cuhuhuhuhute."

"Of course you are... so small... so chubby... so cute.~"

"St-Stohohop it... you're mahahaking mehe bluhuhush!"

"Stop what?~"

"Stohop teheheheasihing mehehe!"

"I'm being honest here, Mario... you're just too irresistible.~" Peach gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"E-Eh!? What...?"

Mario's face flushed. He was now a tomato.

"Oh goodness... you get flustered so easily.~"

"P-Peach!"

"Hehe... anyways," Peach stopped tickling him. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah... thank a bunch, Princess."

"Anytime, Mario."

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This good enough for ya, Anon? I tried my best... sorry it took me a while to make this for ya... I got busy.😓

If there's anything else you're craving, let me know. I'll hop on it as soon as I am able to find more time for it.😁

Please

I need more Ler! Bowser

Why not...? Y'know, I haven't really done anything besides Lee! Eggman... So this will be a first! Poor Mario's gonna wish he never left the house... Oh well, time to wreck him!😈

Lee: Mario

Ler: Bowser

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Mario has had just about enough of Bowser kidnapping the princess...

It's becoming more frequent and he doesn't know what to do anymore to stop him.

He'll try and plan for how to keep Peach away from Bowser when he gets back, but first he needs to save her.

After a long and treacherous journey, Mario finally found the castle Peach was trapped in... or so he thought. A figure that was seemingly trapped in a cage turned around and revealed that he'd been tricked again... for the millionth time in a row.

"Sorry, Mario, but your princess is in another castle,~" Kamek cackled before taking off his disguise, then using his magic to throw a giant enemy at him.

After Mario defeated it, Kamek led him into a dark room. After a while, he fell through the floor. He slides down until he fell right in front of the King of Koopas himself.

"Bowser!" Mario yelled. "Let Peach go this instant!"

"Now, now, Mario..." he said slyly. "You should look at your current situation before barking orders at me.~"

Mario looked around, seeing nothing at first, but when Bowser stomped, it caused the ground to shake. He noticed that he was in an invisible cage after Bowser revealed it.

"What are you planning on doing now...? Taking over the Mushroom Kingdom...?" Mario asked, now a bit fearful for the residents living there, especially his brother.

"In do time, yes... but for now...~" Bowser walked up to Mario's cage. "A bit of torture sounds more entertaining at the moment." He laughed maniacally.

Mario was now getting scared... torture...? What kind of torture...!? Whips!? Piranha Plants biting him!? GOD PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE DUNKING HIS FACE UNDER WATER!

Bowser ordered Kamek to follow him while bringing Mario's cage with his magic.

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They traveled all the way to the final castle (y'know... the place where Peach is ACTUALLY hidden) and into the dungeon.

Peach is usually in Bowser's room and not down here, so she'll never know about Mario getting kidnapped. Which was actually perfect for Bowser, since it would give Peach a false sense of hope.

"Tie his hands up on the chains," Bowser ordered.

"Yes, your Ruthlessness!" Kamek obeyed, tying Mario's wrists to the chains attached to the ceiling in the cell. "Would you like me to tie his legs down, too?"

"No, that won't be necessary... his legs are too short to reach the floor."

"Understood."

Mario stayed silent, trying to figure out how to get himself out of this situation, but nothing he came up with were good ideas... might get himself killed.

"Kamek, I'm gonna ask you to leave... I want to be left alone with Mario here... That includes you, got it?"

"I understand, M'Lord.~"

Kamek ordered all of the guards to leave the dungeon, Kamek sound proofing the walls since he secretly knows what Bowser's planning. (even though it was extremely childish... but I guess Bowser IS childish so... makes sense)

After Bowser was sure they were alone, he continued to tell the plumber his plan. "Y'know... I haven't done something like this in a long time... so it's sure to last a while... I'm talking HOURS ON HOURS of torture... heheheh.~"

Mario tensed up and said, "What are you g-gonna do to me." Mario mentally slapped himself on the face for letting his voice tremble, now he can't hide his fear.

"Oh don't worry, Mario. It won't hurt... actually, you might think it's funny... hell everything will be funny to you after this! Watch this!"

Bowser began to gently circle one of his claws around Mario's belly button. Mario quietly squeaked then immediately did his best to hold in the laughter.

"W-What the h-hell is thihis!?"

"Hm...? Holding it in...? Welp, guess you've left me no choice!"

Bowser decided to use both hands to lightly scratch Mario's sides. Mario couldn't hold back the wide grin that appeared on his face. He started giggling a bit as well, telling Bowser that he was close to finding the sweet spot.

"B-Bohohowser!"

"What is it, plumber?"

"Whahat... ahare yohou... d-dohoing... tohoho mehehe...!?"

"Trying to figure out what makes you tick... that way the real fun can begin, heheheheh...~"

Bowser took it up a level by taking off Mario's shoes. Then the socks came off. After that he pulled out a feather. Finally, he began to lightly swish and twirl the feather around his feet, moving it between the toes and across the soft soles.

"Grrrrhrhrhrhhrhehehehahahahaha!!!" Mario growled to try and hold in his laughter, but it came out anyway.

"Hmm... close, but... I need a scream... Now where else have I-" a thought quickly popped into his head. "Something just came to mind... I wonder..."

Bowser lightly scratched his neck. "Here?~" Mario made a small squeak before tucking his head down. Light giggles erupted, and after a while it stayed the same. "Nope."

Bowser walked behind Mario, knelt down, then tickled the backs of his knees. "What about here?~" Mario's laughter was significantly louder than when Bowser tickled his neck, telling him that this was the spot to be on.

"HahahahahaHAHAhahahahaHA! B-Bohohowseheheherrrr!!! St-StoooohoHOHOP IHIHIIIiiiiiiiIIIIIT!!!!" Mario was struggling to keep his cool, this is making him go crazy. If this doesn't stop soon...

"So... getting closer... hm... maybe...?" But Bowser had just ONE more spot to test out. "Hope your ready Mario, cuz I'm not stopping unless you pass out. Guess it's true when people say that toys aren't fun if they stop working."

Mario gulped. A toy? Him? He's never going to let him have the satisfaction! He braced himself as best he could, but what Mario didn't know was that this wouldn't be as gentle as the other tickles he's received.

Bowser stood up and walked back in front of Mario, then quickly, and aggressively, grabbed Mario's waist screaming, "Gotcha now, you pesky plumber!!!" He squeezed with as much strength as possible, but avoided giving him severe injuries as well.

"BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! STAAAHAHAHAHAAAAP!!!!! EHEHEHE CAHAHEHEHAN'T TAHAHAHAHAKE THAHAHAHAHAT!!!!! AAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Mario didn't expect Bowser to grab him with that amount of speed! It caught him off guard and that's exactly what Bowser wanted to happen.

This went on for hours to come. Bowser stopped only when Mario passed out. Guess it really is true when they say toys aren't fun if they stop working.

Bowser left Mario in the cell, locking the door behind him. Afterwards, he walked up the stairs to exit the dungeon. He knocked on the door to let Kamek know that he was finished. Then Kamek let him out, sending the guards back down to the dungeon to continue what they were doing before.

Bowser slept very happily that night... Mario on the other hand... not so much.

And... let's just say, if Bowser never talked in his sleep... Mario wouldn't have been rescued.

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This took me a while cuz I've been busy the past few days and the only time I had to get to this was at night.

Also, I've never done any other tickle fics that includes anyone besides Bowser or Eggman, so sorry if this wasn't to your liking Anon... I tried.

Anyways, I'm going to actually try to get some sleep now.