Luigi Simp

{The Koopa King kidnaps a human and interrogates him about the other human messing up his plans with the Princess of The Mushroom Kingdom. He settles on quite a silly tactic which ends up being... fun. And this human is kind of cute- wait what?}

Bowser was scary..

But… mostly, he was just kind of dramatic.

“WHERE IS MARIO?!” Bowser roared for what had to be the fifteenth time that hour.

Luigi jumped anyway, tied tightly to a wooden chair in the middle of Bowser’s throne room, “I-I told you, I don’t know!”

Bowser narrowed his eyes.

Luigi stared back nervously.

“…You really don’t know?”

“No!”

Bowser groaned loudly, dragging a claw down his face, “ugh! This is impossible!”

Luigi blinked.

That was it?

No fire breathing? No torture dungeon? No dangling him over lava?

Bowser stomped in a frustrated circle, “Kamek said threatening you would work better…”

“Well, maybe you’re just bad at threatening people,” Luigi muttered before he could stop himself.

Silence.

Bowser slowly turned.

Luigi immediately regretted every life choice he’d ever made.

“Oh,” Bowser rumbled, stepping closer, “you got jokes now?”

“N-No? That wasn’t a joke-”

He was cut off by Bowser simply looming over him, smoke puffing lightly from his nostrils. Luigi shrank back as much as the ropes allowed.

The Koopa King suddenly grinned.

It was not a comforting grin.

“Maybe,” Bowser said slowly, “you just need… stronger motivation.”

Before Luigi could ask what that meant, Bowser grabbed the ropes around the chair and hauled both Luigi and the chair across the room effortlessly.

“HEY-!”

The chair thunked down again.

Luigi looked around frantically and realized that Bowser had dragged him beside the throne platform.

“…Why am I over here?”

Bowser ignored the question.

Instead, huge claws hooked beneath Luigi’s overalls and yanked it down below his butt in one swift motion.

“HEY!” Luigi squeaked, face burning red when he was exposed to just his green undershirt and briefs, “wh-what are you DOING?!”

Bowser tossed the shirt aside carelessly.

“Hm,” he hummed thoughtfully, “scrawnier than the Mario guy.”

“Thanks?!”

Bowser smirked.

He hooked a finger into the collar of his green shirt, and yanked. Buttons popped off scattering to the floor as Luigi’s bare upper body was exposed.

“OKAY! You can stop THERE!-“

Bowser hooked a claw into his the waist of his boxers.

Luigi only scowled despite his fear, “don’t you dare.”

Bowser pulled the waistband out and popped it back, chuckling as he stood back up.

Then he grabbed the ropes securing Luigi’s wrists and retied them higher against the back of the chair, stretching Luigi’s arms up helplessly above his head.

Luigi’s stomach dropped.

“Okaaaay, this officially feels evil now.”

Bowser flexed his claws slowly.

“You’ll talk eventually.”

Luigi swallowed hard.

“…Are you gonna burn me alive?”

Bowser blinked.

“What? No.”

“…Oh.”

“Too messy.”

“Then what sick game are you plann-ING-!”

Without warning, Bowser’s claws dug lightly into Luigi’s sides.

The claws scribbled again.

“WAHAHA! HEY!!”

Bowser paused.

Luigi froze too.

Both stared at each other.

“…Seriously?” Bowser asked.

Luigi’s face immediately turned bright red, “don’t look at me like that!”

Bowser’s grin returned twice as wide.

“Well, well…”

“No. No, absolutely not.”

Bowser wiggled his claws against Luigi’s ribs.

Luigi exploded into helpless laughter, “WAHAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHO!!”

“Oh, this is incredible! I didn’t think this would actually work,” Bowser said, sounding genuinely delighted.

Luigi twisted desperately against the chair as giant claws skittered all over his sides and stomach. Every touch sent sharp bursts of laughter pouring out of him.

“STAHAAHAHAHAP!”

“Tell me where Mario is.”

“I DOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW!”

Bowser leaned closer, eyes gleaming mischievously now, “you’re laughing too hard. I don’t believe you.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

Bowser dragged blunt claws lightly up Luigi’s underarms.

Luigi SHRIEKED.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOT THERE!”

“Aha!” Bowser pointed dramatically, “weak spot detected!”

“THATS NOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR!”

Bowser absolutely did not care.

The giant Koopa attacked both underarms now, claws scratching carefully without hurting him, and Luigi slammed his back on the chair so hard he nearly tipped it over.

Bowser caught the chair easily with one hand.

“Careful,” he said casually, “wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

“YOU’RE LITERALLY TIHIHICKLING ME!”

“And? It’s not hurting you, is it?”

Luigi had no response other than shaking his head because he was too busy dissolving into cackles.

Bowser, meanwhile, was becoming increasingly fascinated.

At first this had just been another intimidation tactic. A weird one, sure, but Kamek had suggested “creative approaches.”

But Luigi’s laugh..

It was ridiculous.

Bright and helpless and completely contagious.

And annoyingly cute.

Bowser blinked at the realization.

Cute?

The Koopa King stared at Luigi as the plumber wheezed through laughter, squirming helplessly in the chair.

“…Huh.”

Luigi noticed immediately, “-w-whahahat?”

Bowser almost looked embarrassed, but covered it up quickly with a grin again, “oh nothing.. just thinking about how sensitive you are to… a little air on your belly..”

“Oh NO NO-!,” Luigi said instantly, despite smiling in a way that seemed genuine.

“Oh yes.”

Bowser suddenly shoved his snout against Luigi’s stomach and blew a loud raspberry against his bare belly.

Luigi SCREAMED with laughter.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHA BOWSEHEHEHER!!”

Bowser actually laughed too now, deep booming chuckles filling the throne room.

Luigi was practically crying laughing at this point, kicking helplessly as Bowser alternated between clawing at his ribs and blowing obnoxious raspberries against his stomach.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Still not talking?”

“I DOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW WHERE HE IS!”

Bowser paused.

Luigi panted hard, exhausted giggles slipping out every few seconds.

The Koopa King studied him carefully for a moment.

Then he sighed.

“…You really don’t know.”

Luigi blinked, “I told you that from the beginning!”

Bowser shrugged. “Yeah, but this was more fun.”

Luigi stared at him in disbelief.

“You are unbelievably weird,” he tried to sound grossed out but his giggles failed him.

Bowser smirked proudly, “thank you.”

“…That wasn’t a compliment.”

Bowser ignored that too.

Instead, one giant claw lightly poked Luigi’s side again, making him squeak and jerk in the chair.

Bowser’s grin softened strangely.

“…Your laugh is cute.”

Luigi went completely still.

“…Excuse me?”

Bowser immediately looked away with a grunt, “forget I said anything.”

“Oh my god,” Luigi stared at him, “you think I’m cute!” he exclaimed while blushing himself.

“I do NOT.”

“You totally do!”

Bowser crossed his arms stubbornly, “quiet!”

Luigi burst into disbelieving laughter.

Unfortunately for him, Bowser seemed to decide that meant round two.

Bowser stepped closer again, a sinister smile on his muzzle and wiggling his fingers.

“Wait, c-c’mon, you can’t seriously still be doing this-”

Bowser cracked his knuckles dramatically.

Luigi’s eyes widened, “oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

The giant Koopa leaned casually against the chair, one claw tracing slowly up Luigi’s side without quite tickling yet.

Luigi immediately squirmed, “d- don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Bowser asked innocently.

“That weird anticipatory thing!”

“The weird anticipatory thing?” Bowser echoed with a grin, “little guy using big words there… you mean this?”

His claw suddenly scribbled into Luigi’s side.

Luigi burst into startled cackles, “WAHAHAHA- BOWSER!”

“There’s that laugh again,” Bowser teased, “you sound ridiculous.”

“YOU-! YOU’RE RIDIHIHIHICULOUS!! K-KIDNAPPING ME AND DOHOHOING THIHIHIHIS?!”

“Kidnapping is serious business. This?” Bowser fluttered his claws against Luigi’s stomach rapidly, “this is entertainment.”

Luigi dissolved into cackles again, twisting helplessly against the ropes.

“NOHOHOHOHO!”

Bowser seemed far too pleased with himself.

“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “for someone who’s acted nervous this whole time, you sure laugh loud and confidently.”

Luigi kicked helplessly, “I CAHAHAN’T HELP IT!”

“Oh, I know.”

Bowser’s claws climbed back under Luigi’s arms.

Luigi squealed before he even reached his armpits, “NOHOHOHOHO WAIT WAIT!”

Too late.

Bowser attacked both underarms mercilessly.

Luigi’s laughter shot up an octave immediately.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOHOHOHOP!”

Bowser laughed right along with him now, tail thumping once against the floor, “wow, that spot is unbelievable.”

Luigi buried his face against his shoulder uselessly, giggling helplessly between louder bursts of laughter.

“YOHOHOU’RE AWFUHUHUHUL!”

“And you’re ticklish.”

“THATS NONE OF YOUR B- BUSINEHEHEHESS!”

“It became my business the second you started shrieking.”

Luigi groaned through his laughter.

Bowser leaned closer again, eyes glinting mischievously, “I bet that Mario knows about this.”

Luigi’s face turned bright red. He still wasn’t going to reveal anything.

Bowser gasped dramatically, “HE DOES.”

“SHUT UHUHUHUP!”

“Oh, this just keeps getting better.”

Bowser suddenly switched tactics, scribbling rapidly over Luigi’s ribs instead.

Luigi nearly choked laughing, “WAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”

“That bad, huh?”

Bowser deliberately repeated the motion.

Luigi howled.

Bowser looked absurdly delighted now, “you’re seriously this ticklish everywhere?”

“Nohohoho!”

“That’s sounds like lying..”

Bowser’s claws danced across Luigi’s stomach again, lighter this time, making the plumber squirm and snort helplessly.

“There’s no way Mario hasn’t tickled you before,” Bowser continued smugly.

Luigi immediately avoided eye contact.

Bowser barked out a victorious laugh, “OH, HE DEFINITELY HAS.”

“I swear to gohohod..-”

“What? Did he pin you down too?” Bowser teased, “did you laugh like this for him?~”

Luigi made an absolutely mortified noise, “EW, HE IS MY BROTHER-.”

He would’ve covered his mouth if he could.

“Oh IS HE?” Bowser looked thrilled.

“NO I- I DIDN’T MEAN THAT-“

“Oooh but you said it.. so he’s your brother, hm? Well tell me then, is he as ticklish as you?” he chuckled, gently scratching a claw under Luigi’s chin.

“I-hehehe-! S-stop! I’m not t-telling you thahahat, you freak.-“

“Freak?!” Bowser looked pissed.

Luigi suddenly became scared again.

“Well, yeah I am kinda freaky,~” Bowser waggled his eyebrows.

“Ew! Stop it, you weirdo!” Luigi involuntarily blushed, but kicked Bowser’s shin which didn’t even phase him.

“Hey! No kicking! And, you call me a weirdo, but somehow this is what’s making you blush.”

Luigi couldn’t even argue because Bowser was unfortunately correct.

The Koopa King grinned mischievously before suddenly lowering his head again.

Luigi recognized the look instantly.

“Oh no no no-!”

PPFFBBBBBBT.

The raspberry against his stomach was so loud Luigi practically folded in half.

Bowser prevented this by easily holding his knees down.

Luigi never felt so restrained before, it made it tickle twenty times more.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MOHOHORE!!” he began snorting repeatedly, unable to stop.

Bowser laughed harder at that reaction than anything else so far.

“That is the funniest sound I’ve ever heard.”

Luigi was laughing too hard to form words anymore, reduced to helpless wheezing giggles as Bowser alternated between raspberries and scribbling claws over his stomach and sides.

Finally, after another minute of relentless tickling, Bowser stopped.

Luigi slumped against the chair panting, hair a mess, face burning red.

Bowser crouched in front of him smugly, “ready to talk more?”

Luigi glared weakly.

“…Still… don’t know… where Mario is.”

Bowser stared at him for a beat then he sighed dramatically.

“You know, usually this part of kidnapping is way less fun.”

Luigi snorted tiredly despite himself.

Bowser pointed immediately, “see? You like me.”

“I absolutely do not.”

“Mmhm.”

“You tied me to a chair and tickled me for twenty minutes!”

Bowser considered this, “and yet you’re still smiling and blushing.”

Luigi froze.

Bowser grinned triumphantly.

“…I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“…Maybe a little.”

“Well… since you still don’t wanna say anything..” Bowser dramatically huffed, though he grinned genuinely.

Luigi blushed more, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

Bowser grabbed hold of Luigi’s ankles, taking his shoes off in one swoop.

Luigi didn’t even protest.. he only giggled in anticipation. He’d tried to hide it this whole time, but goddamnit did he like this..

He loved being tickled, but the fear of Bowser made his brain confused since he liked what was happening but scared of the person- er- creature? doing it. Now he was too worn out to care..

“No protests? Hm.. I think I may have broken the poor guy..” Bowser chuckled to himself.

His claws descended onto Luigi’s helpless feet, relishing in the squeal that came from behind him. Something else he noticed was that he was barely pulling his feet back..

{Luigi tells Bowser a secret he's never told anyone before.. Bowser takes it.. a little too well.}

Luigi had wanted to say this for a while to Bowser but was never able to say it when the right moments hit. He would clam up, get embarrassed, and even get worried despite knowing just how dumb it was to work himself up over it. It was nothing like when he was coming out or professing his love to Bowser, all of that’s already been done. Long ago. This should be way easier compared to those things.

Then why did he stress over this?

Reaction, mostly. Sure they did this as casually as any other couple does, but what’ll happen if Bowser knows that he actually likes it.. in fact, loves it?

Luigi walks into Bowser’s bedroom where he’s currently reading at his desk. This is absolutely not the time to cause a ruckus but, he just can’t hold it in anymore. Especially after last night when Bowser had actually teased him by asking if he likes it. This had stuck Luigi in a lee mood since then that he couldn’t get rid of and knew he couldn’t wait for it to naturally occur again. But he was always too embarrassed to ask or initiate.

“Hey, Bowser,” he said as casually as possible, “so I was thinking of something and I’ve wanted to tell you this for a while, but I always clam up, and I’m nervous of your reaction, but I know I can’t just keep it in forever, and-”

“Woah woah woah, calm down, Luigi, what’s wrong?” Bowser asked completely confused and now worried that something was troubling his boyfriend so much that he’s rambling about it.

Luigi took a breath realizing he was, in fact, rambling. 

"Okay, sorry.. I don’t mean to worry you, because it’s really not that serious. But, I really do need to tell you something.”

Bowser nodded and followed Luigi over to their bed, where Luigi sat on the edge of it. If Luigi wasn’t nervous beyond belief, he would’ve honestly giggled at the worried look plastered on Bowser’s face.

“So, what’s going on? You alright?” Bowser asked as he sat on the bed with him.

“Yeah! I’m good I promise, I swear it’s not serious, and honestly I’m being kinda ridiculous about it. Okay, so.. you know when couples are…. Couples, they will show affection in different ways? Like, physically?”

What a great start, Luigi.

“Uhh yeah.. is there something I’ve been doing that you don’t like?”

“No! No, not at all. In fact.. I’m talking about it because it’s… something you do that… I do.. like.. a- a lot.. but it’s not something that people normally.. enjoy as much as I do and that’s why I’m nervous because I don’t want to seem.. like a weirdo honestly. Like, I don’t like this thing for weird reasons, it’s just, nice, and fun, and a physical touch I love?” Luigi knows he’s making zero sense, but he still has a sliver of hope he won’t have to spell it out.

He knows he will.

Judging by the look on Bowser’s face, at least. He was perplexed, trying to understand what touch he’s talking about and why it would be weird to like this certain thing that Luigi still has not said. 

“Luigi, I don’t want to sound stupid, but… I have no idea what touch you’re talking about or why it would make you weird,” he laughs half-heartedly.

Well, that was expected.

Luigi laughed nervously, “okay I know I’m not explaining the best that I can, but I’m just.. really worried that you’ll think it’s weird, and not want to do this with me again.”

“Weeg, nothing you like will ever be weird to me. And I’ll never stop doing something with you because I figure out you really like it, hell, I’ll do the opposite! I’ll do whatever it is double if you want!” Bowser beamed.

Luigi’s cheeks blushed a deep red at this. Oh geez what fate has he just sealed for himself?

Bowser chuckled at the very noticeable, very adorable blush. 

Luigi put his head in his hands for a second, whining a bit before rubbing his face then hands together.

“This is something I’ve enjoyed since I was a child, but never really told anyone. I mean as a little child I probably did, but then everyone assumes you grow out of it and this activity starts happening less and less. Unless you have an annoying big brother, that is. But even then, I don’t think we’ve had a proper uh.. one of those fights in forever. God, okay, I’m still making no sense with no context so I’ll just say it..”

Luigi took a few breaths.

“I….ilikebeingtickled.”

He involuntarily covered his mouth near the end of that run together sentence as his voice got quieter. 

Bowser smiled as he was pretty sure he knew what he heard, but.. couldn’t be totally sure.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” he grinned.

“yES YOU DID, SHUSH!!” Luigi laughed, his face becoming redder.

“No I didn’t! Honest! I heard ‘I like being…’. Being what?”

Luigi was convinced he was just teasing him. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them, squealing a bit.

“I… I cAN’T I CAN’T-“ 

Great, he was becoming too flustered and embarrassed now, but unlike all times before he would’ve liked to say this, he’s too far in now to back out. 

Bowser laughed heartily with him, “oh my gohohod I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this flustered before! This is like, a whole new level!”

“BE QUIEHEHET!! OKAy, okay, okay… look.. I said I.. I said I like being…. tick…led…” Luigi’s whole body was squeezed in on itself.

A bit of an awkward, but light hearted silence fell over them.

“…that’s it?”

Luigi lost it, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘THATS IT?’ I JUST CONFESSED TO THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING I’VE EHEHEVER HELD IN MEHEHE!!”

“No no no, I’m saying ‘that’s it?’ because.. that’s so innocent! Like not at all what I expected from the beginning of this conversation. This is what had you so worried?” 

Luigi nodded, “yeah I know it makes no sense, but.. it’s just so embarrassing, and I didn’t know if you were okay with it or not.. but every time you do that to me, I told myself I’d tell you but just couldn’t get the courage to. That’s why I did this so randomly. I um.. I hope this doesn’t change anything..”

Bowser scoffed, “change anything? No! Absolutely not. For what it’s worth, I’m not shocked honestly.”

“Y-you’re not?!”

“Nope! You really thought I’ve never noticed how much you don’t fight me, and never say stop until you genuinely can’t breathe? And even then I have to stop for your own sake because you don’t fight nor say anything! It’s been kinda obvious, but I didn’t want to ask anything seriously until you wanted to say something. Though, I of course can’t not tease you about it. I mean it’s absolutely adorable!”

Luigi’s blush increased tenfold. Why did he have to be like this?! He knew he shouldn’t have told the biggest tease he knows! This didn’t help his lee mood like he thought it would. 

‘Of course it wouldn’t, Luigi, you just made this worse oh god.’

“Well, now that I know this little fact… I have only one question for you..” Bowser leaned close to him, grinning in a way Luigi knew all too well.

Please don’t say it, please don’t ple-

“Would you like me to tickle you?”

And he’s done for.

Luigi flopped down, burying his face in the bedsheets and kicking his feet with another small squeal. When he lifted his head up again, Bowser had his hands poised in claw shapes. 

He couldn’t help scooting back on the bed a little from seeing this. 

“Uhuhuh.. m-maybe..”

Bowser chuckled, “then tell me.~”

Luigi sat in shock.

No way he was making him… SAY he wanted to be tickled?!

“W-what..”

“Tell me you wanna be tickled,” Bowser repeated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Luigi squeaked, and thought about it.

He took a deep breath, “Bowser..” he started quietly, “…could you…. T-t-… ticklemeplease-”

Bowser let out a soft laugh at how quickly he said it.

“Of course… come here, I’m not gonna chase you.~”

Oh my god he was wanting him to go to him for tickles as well?! He could easily just grab him! What an unbearable tease he was being.. 

Bowser wiggled his fingers teasingly. Luigi squeaked again unable to contain his giggles any longer. He took another breath, and began scooting towards Bowser in hopes he’d just grab him, but soon enough, he looked up, and he was in front of Bowser’s lap.

“Oh.. uh h-hi- EEEP!” Luigi squealed, caught off guard by Bowser grabbing him under the arms, spinning him around where his back was against him, and began squeezing his ribs gently.

“OH- HAHAHAHEehehehe!! AAA! It t-tihihickles!!” he giggled.

“Well of course it does, cutie.~ it’s exactly what you wanted, right?” Bowser teased.

“Y-Yeheheheah.. EEK! AHEHEHE! NAHAHAT MY TUMMY-HEHEHE!!”

Luigi’s face glowed bright red at the teasing. He couldn’t believe this was how Bowser responded to this…

Well, yes he could. But he had spent his life with so much internal shame about liking tickling that the part of his brain that hated him said that Bowser would think it’s weird and never tickle him again. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn’t help thinking like that.

Meanwhile, Bowser’s claws gently tickled up Luigi’s ribs to his armpits. Luigi tried to snap his arms down to his sides, but that was kind of impossible to do due to how big Bowser was. It didn’t hinder him at all.

“Aww you poor thing, can’t even protect your sensitive little body from being tickled to oblivion…~ But, I’m sure that’s exactly what you want anyway,~” Bowser chuckled.

Oh my god, Luigi was going to explode with this teasing. Bowser’s always been a huge tease, but now?

Dear god.

Dear god indeed.

Luigi’s laughter was already spiraling out of control, his whole body squirming helplessly in Bowser’s grip. The large koopa’s claws skittered lightly beneath Luigi’s arms, squeezing and scratching just enough to keep him in constant giggles.

“NAHAHAHA, BOWSEHEHER!!” Luigi wheezed, kicking his feet against the mattress.

Bowser grinned down at him, clearly enjoying the reaction far too much. He enjoyed seeing how little Luigi fought it other than the involuntary squirming.

“Wow,” he mused, “you weren’t kidding. You really like this.”

“IHIHI DOHOHO!!” Luigi blurted without thinking.

The moment the words escaped him, he froze.

Bowser paused too.

Slowly, the koopa’s grin widened.

“So you can fully admit it now, huh?” he said, voice dripping with amusement.

Luigi’s face immediately reignited into a bright red inferno.

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAHAY IT LIKE THAHAHAT!!”

Unfortunately for Luigi, the pause had only allowed Bowser to rethink his strategy.

“Oh man,” Bowser chuckled, “you’ve been holding this in for years, haven’t you?”

Luigi buried his face in Bowser’s arm, muffling his laughter as the tickling resumed.

“STAHAHAHP TALKIHIHING ABOHOHOUT IT!!”

“Aww, why? I’m learning so much,” Bowser’s claws wandered down to Luigi’s sides, scribbling along the soft spots between his ribs, “like how these ribs are apparently your weakness.”

“NOHOHOHO THEY AHAHAHAREN’T!!”

“Oh really?”

Bowser squeezed them again.

Luigi exploded.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WAIT!!”

His legs kicked wildly now, his socked feet thumping uselessly against the bed as he twisted back and forth. Bowser barely had to hold him still; Luigi seemed content to just melt against him while laughing his lungs out.

Which Bowser definitely noticed.

“You’re not even trying to get away,” he pointed out.

“I CAHAHAHAN’T!!”

“You’re not trying to. You absolutely could, you know..”

Luigi whined loudly into his hands.

“YOHOHOU PROMISED NOT TO MAKE ME FEEL WEHIHIRD!!”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t tease you, now did I?” Bowser replied smugly.

Then his claws suddenly slid up Luigi’s sides again and dove straight back under his arms.

Luigi shrieked, “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!”

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Jackpot.”

Bowser wiggled his claws mischievously, sending sparks of ticklish electricity through Luigi’s entire torso.

“BOWSEHEHEHER PLEHEHEASE—!!”

“What?” Bowser asked innocently. “You asked me to tickle you.”

“I KNOHOHOW!”

Bowser laughed loudly.

Luigi could barely breathe through his laughter now, clutching Bowser’s arm as he squirmed helplessly, “OHOHOKAY OKAY OKAY—!!”

Bowser slowed his hands slightly, though he didn’t stop.

“What was that?” he teased.

“I CAHAHAHAN’T BREEHEHEATHE—!!”

“Oh! Right.”

Bowser immediately pulled his hands away.

Luigi collapsed against him like a wet noodle, panting hard and still giggling helplessly.

“Hohoholy crap…” Luigi wheezed, you’re… you’re evil…”

Bowser snorted, “hey, you literally asked for it.”

Luigi groaned and flopped sideways onto the bed, covering his burning face with both hands.

“…Ihihi regret everything.”

Bowser leaned over him, resting one clawed hand on Luigi’s stomach.

Luigi instantly froze.

The koopa’s grin returned.

“…You’re still ticklish here too, aren’t you?”

Luigi peeked through his fingers in excited horror, “Bowser..”

The claw slowly wiggled.

“Bowser, don’t you da—”

Scribble.

“HAHAH!!”

Bowser burst out laughing again, “man, I can’t believe you kept loving this a secret.”

Luigi curled into a ball, still giggling uncontrollably as Bowser lightly scribbled along his stomach.

“Just think,” Bowser continued mischievously, “all the tickling you’ve been missing out on.”

“YOU TICKLE MEHEHE A LOHOHOT!”

“I’ll do it eeeven more now, though, don’t you worry.~”

Luigi immediately uncovered his face.

“…Wait.”

Bowser raised a brow.

“…What?”

Luigi sat up slightly, still red and panting, “…you mean you’re really not gonna stop doing it?”

Bowser blinked.

Then he laughed like Luigi had said the dumbest thing in the world, “stop?”

He lunged forward suddenly, grabbing Luigi’s sides again.

Luigi screamed with laughter.

“Why would I stop now?!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA NAAAAHAHAHA!!”

Bowser pinned him back into the mattress, grinning down at the giggly mess beneath him.

“Oh no, Weeg,” he teased. “You made a very dangerous confession today.”

Luigi could barely form words through his laughter.

“WHYYY- AHAHAHAEHE- DID I TE- TEHEHEHLL YOU?!”

Bowser leaned down with a smug grin, “because you love it.”

Damn it he was right.

Luigi squealed helplessly as the tickling continued.

{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.

{The only phrase Luigi can never bring himself to say is what he loves the most.~}

The brothers had settled down for the day, finally away from the boring monotony that was Peach’s castle during a council meeting. Luigi lazed on the couch as Mario slid a pizza into the oven.

“Long day, huh, bro?” Mario said, draping the dishcloth over the faucet.

“You got that right,” Luigi sighed, stretching his arms over his head. The movement caused his green shirt to ride up, exposing a pale strip of his belly.

Mario’s eyes twinkled. He saw an opportunity to make Luigi smile again.

And there was one particular word, one simple, silly word, that Luigi would rather face down a whole army of Koopa Troopas than say aloud.

Casually, Mario padded over to the sofa and plopped down next to him, “you seem tense.”

“I'm fine,” Luigi said, his voice a low rumble, “just tired.”

"No, you're not," Mario countered playfully.

He reached out a deceptively quick finger and gave a swift poke to Luigi exposed belly.

Luigi made a sound far too high-pitched for his liking. He shot Mario a betrayed look, clamping his arms down to protect the sensitive spot.

“H-hey! What was that for?”

“Just checking the tension,” Mario teased, his grin widening, “seems pretty high.”

He made another quick jab, this time at Luigi’s ribs.

Luigi yelped, trying to bat his brother's hand away.

“EEK! S-stop that!” Luigi growled, trying to put on a tough face.

Unfortunately, Mario saw right through this, “stop what?” he asked, his voice drenched in innocence as his fingers began a light, spider-like scuttle over Luigi’s stomach.

Luigi erupted. A strangled laugh burst from his chest, a sound he immediately tried to swallow. He wriggled and squirmed, pushing at Mario’s hands with a surprising lack of force.

“You know what! That... that finger-wiggling thing!”

“The 'finger-wiggling thing'?!” Mario repeated, raising an eyebrow in amusement at the strange description of tickling.

He intensified his tickl-y attack, his other hand joining in to playfully dig into the space just under Luigi’s arm, “you mean this?”

The effect was immediate. Luigi squealed, and snorted. His already failed ‘tough-guy’ facade crumbled into helpless, breathless laughter. He twisted on the couch, trying to curl into a ball, but Mario, with his heavy body mass now laying over Luigi, was relentless.

“MARIOHOHO! COME OHOHON STAHAHAP!!” Luigi gasped between peals of laughter that echoed through their home.

“I'll stop when you say the word,” Mario sang, finding a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, just below his ear.

Luigi’s eyes flew open, wide with panic. “AAAEEE HEHEHEHE NO! NOT THEHEHERE!”

He clamped his chin down, his face turning a shade of red that nearly matched his brother’s hat. Luigi would not give in. The word was too goofy. Too embarrassing. It wasn't something a grown man said!..

“What's wrong, little bro?” Mario teased, his fingers dancing a merciless rhythm across Luigi’s sides, and skittering up his belly, “is il mio fratellino afraid of a little... ticka-ticka-tickles?”

Tickles AND teasing in Italian?! This was too much for the poor man. A loud, unrestrained laugh ripped out of Luigi, and he fell back against the cushions, utterly defeated.

“ALRIGHT YOU WIHIHIN!!” he wheezed, his stomach aching.

Mario paused, his hands hovering, a triumphant smile on his face, “I'm waiting.”

Luigi glared at him, his chest still heaving. He tried to form the syllables, but they felt foreign and mortifying in his mouth. “I like... it's that... T-sound thing.”

"Nope. Not good enough," Mario said, and his fingers descended once more, wiggling with renewed vigor against Luigi’s ribs.

“AH- AHAHA NO, STAHAHAP YOU ASSHOHOHOLE!” Luigi howled, tears of mirth springing to his eyes.

He was completely unraveled, a giggling, squirming mess. The tired man was gone, replaced by the silly little brother he'd always been, “OKAHAHAY!! Okay!- S-stop! Please!"

Mario leaned in close, his voice a soft whisper, “just say it, Luigi. Say ‘stop tickling me’.”

His fingers gently fluttered against the other man’s belly causing soft ‘hehe’ like giggles to pour from Luigi’s lips.

Luigi took a shaky breath, the laughter still bubbling under the surface from the maddening gentleness of Mario’s tickles.

The sentence fought him every step of the way.

"Stop... stop..." he squeezed his eyes shut, “stop... tickling mehehehe!" he finally blurted out, the word tumbling from his lips in a rush.

Mario quickly gave him another vibration of his fingers against his ribs causing Luigi to squeal before finally pulling his hands back.

The sudden silence was filled only with Luigi’s heavy breathing and the last few giggles escaping his throat.

He slowly sat up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand and shooting his brother a half-hearted scowl.

“Happy now?” he grumbled, though there was no heat in it.

Mario’s expression softened from mischievous to deeply affectionate, “almost. I think you're holding something back.”

Before Luigi could protest, Mario made a single, slow, deliberate wiggle of his fingers in the air. Luigi flinched instinctively, a nervous smile twitching at his lips.

“I know you like it..~” he teased.

Luigi covered his face, whining.

“Say it,” Mario prompted gently.

Luigi looked at his brother. He looked around at their home as if someone else was around. The tension in his shoulders was gone, replaced by a warm, pleasant exhaustion. The weight of being human felt a little lighter.

A genuine, unforced smile spread across his face. He let out a soft sigh, a final surrender to the silliness of it all.

“Okay,” he said, his voice quiet but clear, “I like being tickled.”

Mario’s smile was sickly sweet, “I know.”

He scribbled his ribs quickly causing Luigi to cackle in surprise, then clapped him on the back, a solid, reassuring thud.

“Now, I’m gonna go check on that pizza in the oven.”