Aug 19, 2025
Ticklish bros and their partners who love their laugh
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Ticklish bros and their partners who love their laugh
Recently learnt about the t word community hope u guys don’t mind if I just slide into the party and stand in the corner
Pedicure
{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.
Peach just smiled, far too innocently.
WAHWAHWAHAAHWAWAWAAAAAA IT'S SO GOOD!!!!!!! I NEED MORE 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹
...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.😁
Have a nice day~
I would like to cry for them.
Can you do a piece with Luigi, Peach, and Daisy all ganging up on Mario and tickling him? BTW love your art!
you want to kill him???/j
You want ticklish!Mario - you get ticklish!Mario!
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