#ler!peach

{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.

{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.😁

{Mario decides to be annoying during a meeting, so Peach decides to teach him a lesson..}

This meeting was boring as fuck. Mario looked on out the arched window of Peach’s meeting office as the toads discussed their new plans to build up their army and attacks against Bowser. He knew he should be listening since he was the kingdom’s hero who often fought the turtle they were against, but Mario just couldn’t care less right now. All he wanted to do was be with his princess.

Well, Peach was there, sitting right beside him, but she was duly focused on the plans and taking notes. Mario looked over at her, her focus not breaking to look back. He decided to cause some trouble.

He snuck his hand under the arm of his chair, and poked Peach’s side. She jumped, and gave him a glare. Not much of a mean one, more of a “I fucking dare you” smirky kinda one.

He did it again. Peach barely reacted this time, clearly trying to ignore him. He poked her rib cage eliciting a squeak from her. He quickly folded his arms, and looked away as if he had no idea what was happening.

“Princess, are you okay?” Toad asked.

“Yes, Toad, carry on.”

She looked over at Mario again and he looked back at her. He couldn’t help his little grin.

She just pursed her lips, feigning annoyance.

A few more minutes passed, and the meeting was finally starting to close out. But Mario wasn’t done. While Peach stood up ready to close the meeting, Mario, sitting with his legs in his chair reached his hand up, and latched it around her hip, squeezing it. She covered her mouth as she squealed, and batted his hand away. Mario couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore, clapping and giggling like a child that accomplished something.

The toads surprisingly weren’t annoyed by this, except for Toadsworth. They all just laughed at what they witnessed, making Peach double embarrassed.

“Uhuhum.. w-we will discuss further plans later, but thank you all for coming in, you are all dismissed,” she stuttered.

The toads shuffled out all chattering and giggling at what had happened. Mario got up from his seat as Peach pushed in hers. He was ready to walk by her, but she blocked him.

“Have fun back there, big guy?” She asked folding her arms.

“Hmm kinda yeah,” Mario smiled.

“Good! Then you won’t mind me getting you back right?” Peach smiled back, though her smile was more scarily sweet than his.

He knew that smile.

Mario blushed, “o-oh, right about that-“

He turned the other way and ran around the table and out the door before she could catch him.

She didn’t take off long after, though.

The pair ran through the halls of the castle, both of them jumping around the staircases and base beams like a training course. The toads watched on in amusement. Toadsworth tried to slow his majesty down, but she wasn’t stopping for anyone. Mario wanted a chase? He was going to get one.

"Sorry dad cant stop now!" she yelled back.

Meanwhile, Mario ran down the bedroom halls, and towards Peach's room. His adrenaline was high, knowing she was probably right behind him. He swung open her bedroom door, and shut it behind him. About ten seconds later, a hand gripped the door knob on the other side, but Mario was holding it from inside.

“Open the door!” Peach giggled.

“Hm.. nah. What’s the password?” Mario teased.

“I’m gonna get you so bad!” 

“Sorry but that’s incorrec- WAH-“

Mario let go of the door knob as it swung open. Peach is always stronger than he remembers.

He got back on his feet, and ran to the other side of the bed, crouching behind it.

Peach rushed inside, ready to tackle her boyfriend, but he was nowhere. She grinned knowing he was hiding somewhere. She looked in her wardrobe, and scanned her bathroom, but nothing. Then her bedsheet moved. It was pulled a little to the side. 

She stalked over to her own bed. That’s when she saw his hat peeking above his hiding spot. She made her way over to that side of the bed slowly.

Mario suddenly hated this hiding spot, he couldn’t see where she was at all. He tried to peek over her bed, but once he made a move, she made a move. Quickly rushing him, Peach ran up, and tackled him onto her bed. Mario yelped when she caught him, then found himself laid on his stomach on the bed trying to desperately crawl away. She crawled up on after him, her fingers targeting his sides. He held back his laughter as he grabbed a pillow and threw it in her face. This did not deter her at all. She pounced on him, rolling him over and sitting on his hips. 

With all this goofiness and rough housing, Mario couldn’t help shrieking when Peach’s hands found their way to his ribs again.

“WAIT P-PEHEHEACH!!” he shouted.

“Wait for what?! You’re getting exactly what you deserve, giggle bug! Tickle tickle tickle!~” she teased back.

Mario threw his head back, laughing loudly, and covering his red face from the tease.

It didn’t take long for her to get bored of the ribs and wanted to go somewhere else. She booped his stomach with her finger, and skittered her nails across it. Mario’s laughter calmed down a bit due to him still wearing his overalls. It still tickled, but not as horrible as it would if his belly was exposed.

Unlucky for him, Peach wasn’t gonna go easy on him.

She reached up, and unbuttoned his overalls.

“N-NO DON’T YOU DARE!” he protested.

He reached his arm out and tickled her hip in retaliation. She started giggling, but it didn’t stop her. She quickly undid the other strap, and pushed his overalls down below his stomach, then lifted his red shirt up over it.

He grabbed her hands in a last ditch effort to stop her.

“Aw you really don’t know what I’m about to do? How cute,” Peach said.

She quickly took a breath, and bent down, blowing a huge raspberry right on his bellybutton. Mario snorted and let out high pitched cackles. He let go of her hands as well in favor of trying to push on her head, but the sudden raspberry left him weakened and his fight or flight response completely shattered.

“Already giving up, huh?” Peach giggled when his arms dropped to his side.

Mario shook his head frantically, “N-NO! You’ll never break me-EEEK NO-WHAHAHAHA!!”

Peach skittered her fingers up his belly and back down again.

“Oh won’t I, mister annoying poker? You poke me during a meeting, this is your punishment. Only seems fair, right? I think so! Plus I think you like this anyway so who am I to deny a cutie of his tickle tickles!~” Peach teased, her voice going higher pitched at the end.

Mario twisted his body trying to escape, while shaking his head at the accusation, but the tickling was just too draining. Especially when she scratched under his bellybutton then blew another raspberry on it. He absolutely screamed, then went silent. A huge smile plastered on his red face.

Peach stopped to let him breathe. 

“Hoo..ho.. you’re s-so mehehean, principessa…” Mario giggled breathlessly.

“I wouldn’t be calling me names if I were you..~”

“Ohoh yeah, blondie?” Mario snarked.

“Oh you are asking for me to just,” her thumbs poised on his hips, “DESTROY YOU, aren’t you!?”

She began squeezing his hips and digging into them. Mario lifted up and arched his back, his voice reaching new octaves with cackling. His hands gripped hers like a lifeline as he simply laughed his head off. 

“YAHAHAHAHA OH GOHOHOSH! PLEHEHEASE IT T-TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD!!”

“Of course it does, silly! It’s what I’m trying to do! Kitchy kitchy coo! Aww your laugh is so adorable, I could just listen to it all day!!”

Good god she was good with her teases. Of course the tickling really.. well tickled, but her teasing was always what absolutely killed him.

Peach’s fingers switched and skittered up his sides, pinching his ribs until they reached the top of his rib cage. His arms squeezed down on her hands, but again, he always forgets her strength. She pulled her hand out, and grabbed his wrist shoving his arm up above him. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the feeling of her nails in his armpit, but nothing happened.

Until she suddenly snuck her hand up his shirt, and tickled his bare armpit.

“AAAAA YOU- GAAAAHHAHAHAH PEHEHEHEHEACH!!”

“Hm? What is that? Sounded like you were about to insult me?” she got closer to his face, “hm? Sorry I couldn’t hear you were you insulting me, cutie?”

Mario turned away wanting to cover his ears from these deadly teases.

“M-MAYBEHEHEHAHAHA!”

Peach laughed at this. Of course he has to be as stubborn as possible no matter what situation.

“You know, Mario, your stubbornness and snarkyness is gonna get you in some real trouble one day. Today, it’s gonna get you into even more tickly trouble! I think you need to learn a lesson,” she said as she stopped tickling his armpit and ribs.

“Nohohoho I dohohon’t..” Mario protested through giggles.

Peach ignored him, and turned around, grabbing his leg.

“NO!” Mario shouted, pulling his legs towards him.

Peach giggled, “I’ll go easy, I promise.”

“No you wohohon’t, I know you’re cruhuhuel..” Mario couldn’t help letting out the anticipation giggles that were bubbling up in his tummy.

“I can be cruel, if you deserve it.. I wonder if you do? You did tickle me in front of my greatest toads and embarrass me.. hmm..”

“Just fucking get it over wihihith!” Mario snorted.

“Well if you wanna use that language with me, then sure! Don’t worry, I’ll arrange your funeral,” she teased.

She locked his legs in her arm and scratched at his socked feet. Mario absolutely lost it. 

He covered his face as he snorted and cackled up a storm. He was absolutely not still, his legs kicked in her hold desperately trying to break out.

“P-PEACH- PLEASE NOHOHOHO NOT THERE AAAHAHAHA PEACHYHEHEHEHEHE- PLEASE- O-OKAHAHAY-!” Mario was wheezing and hiccuping at this point.

Peach scratched his toes, then let him go. He laid there limp, and a complete mess with a huge toothy smile on his face.

“Did I go too hard?” Peach asked crawling up to his face.

“Nohoho.. you’re good, don’t think I won’t get my revenge, though,” Mario threatened through gulps of air.

“Ohhh no that’s not how this works! You tickled and embarrassed me, so this was your punishment, no tickle backs,” Peach folded her arms with a smirk.

Mario sat up, “huh.. hoo.. oh yeah? I don’t remember that being in the contract.”

“What contract?”

“Exactly,” he raised his hands wiggling his fingers at her.

Peach tackled him in defense.

He screeched as her hands reached his ribs again, but he was still able to poke and tickle her sides. 

{Luigi has a nightmare, and his big bro knows exactly how to fix his mood}

     It was a peaceful day in the Mushroom Kingdom. Mario and the Princess were enjoying some delicious spaghetti, but someone was missing. Luigi. He usually, like Mario, zoomed to wherever he smelled any pasta. 

“Mario, do you think we should check on Luigi?” Peach asked worriedly. 

Mario sucked up a bite of noodles, and said with a mouthful, “maybe. He’s usually up here by now.” 

“Mario, please swallow your food before you talk,” Peach shook her head. 

Mario just shrugged. 

“Yes, your majesty,” he said smugly, “I guess I’ll go look for him.” 

Mario stood up, and walked towards the bedrooms. He quietly knocked on the door with the green “L” on it. 

“Luigi? Are you in there?” Mario asked. 

He heard a sigh from inside the room. 

“Yeah..” a sad voice said. 

Mario opened the door to see Luigi curled up in his bed, face down in a pillow. He walked up to the bed and gently climbed on it. 

“What’s the matter bro?” he asked. 

There was no answer. 

“Are you feeling bad?” 

Luigi lifted his head up a little, and said, “no... I’m just having nightmares about King Boo. He kidnapped all of you, and I couldn’t save you all..” 

Mario looked at him with sad eyes, “but you did save us, you’re a hero Luigi! It’s just a nightmare, it’s not real.” 

“I know..thanks bro,” Luigi said. 

“You want to come eat with us?” Mario asked. 

“I think I’ll just stay in here for right now,” he sighed. 

Mario nodded, stood up, and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.    

     Mario explained Luigi’s problem to Peach. 

“Peach, I think Luigi needs to cheer up a little..” he said. 

Peach began thinking about how they could cheer him up, “yeah... we need to make him happy.. we need to make him.. laugh.. Mario, I think I have an idea!” 

She leaned down and whispered into his ear. Mario smiled and nodded and they headed off to Luigi’s room.

     Mario knocked on Luigi’s door again. 

“What do you want?” Luigi asked sounding slightly annoyed. 

“Can we come in, Peach is with me,” Mario said. 

There was a silence, then a soft, “yeah..” 

They opened the door to see Luigi in the same position he was in when Mario came in before. 

“Luigi, as your big brother, I declare you to not be sad anymore,” Mario said smiling. 

Luigi rolled his eyes. 

Peach stepped up, “Luigi, as the Princess, I declare that Mario and I help you not be sad anymore.” 

“How?” Luigi asked. 

“Lay down, and relax,” Peach replied. 

Luigi raised his eyebrow, but laid down on his back anyway. 

“Now what?” Luigi sighed. 

Peach looked over to Mario and nodded. Without any hesitation or warning, he climbed up on the bed, and on top of Luigi. 

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Luigi exclaimed. 

Mario just giggled at him as Peach grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms above his head. Luigi now knew for sure where this was going. He tried to squirm out of their grasps, but Mario was just heavy enough to hold him there. Mario unbuttoned Luigi’s overalls and rolled his shirt up above his stomach. He then took off his gloves, cracked his fingers dramatically, and began descending them down to his stomach. 

“M-Mario, Peach, please! W-wait!” Luigi pleaded. 

“What’s the matter?” Mario asked slightly serious for he didn’t wanna make his little bro uncomfortable. 

A smile crept up on Luigi’s face as he said, “dohon’t..” 

Mario smirked at him, “you know what happens to little brothers who are sad?”

Luigi shook his head. 

“They get caught by the TICKLE MONSTER!” Mario exclaimed as his hands instantly began squeezing and poking Luigi’s stomach.

Luigi squeaked, and burst into high pitched giggles.

“Nohohoho! No tickle monsteheheher!” he squealed. 

Mario put his hands under his shirt and scratched at his upper ribs. He raked his nails down his ribs, and across his hips sending Luigi into mild hysterics. 

“PLEHEHEASE! IT TICK-HEHEHE-TICKLES! PEACH HEHEHEHELP!” Luigi yelled. 

“Sure thing!” Peach said. 

She held his wrists in one hand, and scratched at his underarms with the other. 

“THAT'S NOT HELPING- EEEEEE! AHAHAHAHA!” Luigi cried out. 

“It helps me!” Mario said happily. 

He leaned down, and started blowing raspberries on his stomach and sides. 

Luigi kicked his legs, and tried to squirm away as he screamed, “MARIOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE NOT THAHAHAT!” 

It felt like he was being electrocuted by tickles. Mario’s mustache didn’t help either. Peach was busy pinching his ribs, and teasing him. 

“Kitchy kitchy coo! Does this tickle?” she said. 

Mario heard her teases and joined in. He vibrated his thumbs gently into Luigi’s hips. 

“Aw, is my little baby bro ticklish? You ticklish here? Or here? How about here?” he teased, constantly switching from Luigi’s hips, ribs, stomach and even the dip of his back when he lifted up trying to get away. 

Luigi’s face was red from embarrassment and lack of oxygen as tears pricked up into the corners of his eyes. Mario saw this, and slowed down until he was at a full stop. Peach did, too. They knew how sensitive Luigi was, and when to stop. Luigi panted and looked up at Mario and Peach smiling at him. They gave him a bit of a break.

     Mario then slid off of Luigi, and scooted down to his legs. He turned away from him, and put his ankles in an arm hold. 

“M-Mario wahahait!” Luigi giggled. 

“Just because we stopped, doesn’t mean we’re done,” Mario said. 

His grip on Luigi’s ankles was way too strong for him to break free. The worst part was that he couldn’t even see what Mario was doing now so he couldn’t predict anything. Mario took off Luigi’s shoes and green & white striped socks, and wasted no time scratching at the middle of his foot. 

“WAAAAAAH MARIO PLEHEHEHEASE!” Luigi screamed. 

Mario scratched and skittered his fingers all over his feet and toes. Meanwhile, Peach was tickling his stomach again, but this time, directly targeting his bellybutton by lightly pinching around it. Luigi threw his head back, and cackled. He held onto his hat as a way to focus on something else, but Peach grabbed it, and pulled it down over his eyes. Luigi thrashed around and tried his hardest to pull his legs out of Mario’s grip, but to no avail. 

“PEHEHEACH... *gasp* MAHAHARIOHOHO!! NO! PLEASE IT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD! WAHAHAHAHA!!!” 

Luigi screamed so loud, Mario was worried someone would alert the guards. 

“Stop screaming, you’re so loud!” Mario said in a playful tone. 

“I CAHAHANT!” Luigi yelled back. 

Mario just laughed back at him, “tickle tickle, weegee! Who would’ve thought I’d have such a ticklish little brother?” 

Luigi hated the nickname ‘weegee’ when Mario would call him that while tickling the crap out of him. 

“DON’T CALL MEHEHE THAHAHAT!” he cried out. 

Mario just teased him further. 

“PLEASE I CANT BREHEHEATHE!” Luigi yelled. 

The tickling slowly came to an end, and left Luigi sprawled out on the now messy bed sheets, panting and giggling. Mario and Peach kneeled on the bed on either side of him. He opened his eyes to see two smiling faces looking at him. He rubbed his hands on his face, and sighed. 

“You two are so mean,” he said. 

All three of them laughed. 

“Hey you’re cheered up now, though, right?” Mario asked. 

“Yeahhh..” Luigi replied, “but now, I need Peach’s help.” 

“With what?” Peach asked. 

Luigi turned to Mario, and smirked, “let’s get some revenge!”