#ler!caleb

disclaimer: although this is mostly fluff, the author is an adult & this is their kink. minors dni, do not like, do not reblog, do not follow.

cw: tickling, playful interrogation, verbal teasing, slight yandere/overprotective vibes because caleb is caleb

( featuring all five hot men and a poor reader)

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⭐️Xavier ⭐️

Xavier first found out you’re ticklish when you’re trying to wake him up.

He was snuggling in his blanket, the sunlight casting a bright glow on him while he slept in a peaceful slumber.

It would have been cute, until you realised you two are late for the movies and Xavier just wouldn’t budge.

“We don’t have ten more minutes, and I don’t want to be the only one in the theatre. Xavier!”

You scolded, yanking the blankets off of him.

You expected him to curl up, but what you didn’t expect is for him to grab you by your waist and pull you into the bed with him.

“What are you… Xavier!” You yelped, trapped in his hug with your back to his chest.

“It’s fine. That’s two people who are not go to the movies.”

Xavier the sleepyhead. You cursed under your breath, but somehow couldn’t be too mad at him.

“Xavier… I don’t want to use extreme measures and tickle you to get you to wake up.” You threatened.

“Resorting to tickles now?” He asked.

Oh no. You can hear the slight smile in his voice.

And with that, two large hands started roaming around your ribs, digging into the sensitive spots between each rib until you’re sputtering and stuttering mess, letting out titters between gasps.

“Xavier!” You squealed.

Xavier only moved his hand down to scribble at your sides, causing you to thrash around in Xavier’s grip while giggles pour out your mouth.

“I didn’t know you were THAT ticklish. And you have a cute laugh!” Xavier smiled.

His compliment are nice but his fingers? Not so much.

“T-the neighbours will hear m-my laugh.” You managed to squeak out in between laughter.

Xavier only took your whine as fuel to keep tickling you. He grinned, leaning close to your ear to whisper,

“Well,let them hear~”

🍐Zayne🍐

Zayne first find out you’re ticklish when you are playing with his doctor equipments.

“And this is…?” You asked, holding out the doctor equipments as he looked at you with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“A stethoscope.” Zayne replied coolly.

You tried on the stethoscope—it feels funny, yet a bit nostalgic.

“Zayne, this is just like us playing doctors as kids, except that you’re no longer a cute but awkward toddler.”

You mused, thinking fondly of the memories you two shared.

“C’mon Doctor Zayne, play doctor with me again. Like we did as we were kids!” You blurted out.

Zayne only gave you a strange look. “Childish.” He said.

You know you need to do more to convince Zayne, so you gave him your best puppy face and tug at his sleeve.

Finally, he relented.

Grabbing the stethoscope and sitting you down, he put the stethoscope up your shirt and on your chest.

“Your heartbeat is normal, my dear patient—” you let out a giggle, Zayne looks so serious and professional while playing pretend.

“—Let me check other places.”

With that, he moved the stethoscope onto your belly.

Shit. That tickled.

He kept moving the metal disc shape resonator around your belly, and you hold your breath and stifle your laughter, trying to hold still.

Don’t let doctor Zayne find out, don’t let doctor Zayne find out…

Yet all hell broke loose when Zayne put the stethoscope onto your belly button.

“Ha!” You let out a loud laugh, jolting upward.

That laugh made the dam broke, and you kept giggling to yourself whenever Zayne puts his stethoscope anywhere on your belly.

“I can’t—Zayne!” You tried holding back your laughter, but nothing would work. You’re just too ticklish.

Zayne, amidst your uncontrollable laughter, only stated, “You’re even more ticklish than the kids in the hospital.”

“Hey!” You squeaked through laughter.

Zayne and his sassy mouth. You’ll get him back, but you have to get yourself out of this situation first.

Yet, you let out a bigger gasp when you feel Zayne’s fingers brushing over your quivering belly.

“Zayne!” You whined.

Zayne is teasing. He’s doing that on purpose. You poured as you saw a small smile tugged in the corner of his lips.

Bad sign.

“I’m only checking your health. Now stay still for me, patient.”

🐟Rafayel🐟

Radayel first found out you’re ticklish when you’re pulling a prank on him.

You just thought it’d be funny to dip your fingers into the paint and write on the palm of his hand “Rafayel is my bratty boyfriend” while he’s sleeping.

What you didn’t (or maybe kind of did) expect was for Rafayel to seek revenge for what you did.

“Rafayel~” You squeaked when he grabbed your hand.

“No excuses, I’m doing the same to you.” He said, brushing his paintbrush all over your palm too.

You wouldn’t mind his revenge that much, except for the fact that the bristles tickles so, so badly.

“It tickled, you whine to Rafayel when he brushed the paintbrush all over your palm, trying to write something, anything,on your shaking hands.

“Even better.” He replied, drawing shapes and lines onto your until you’re close to breaking into laughter.

There were only two good things about this scenario.

One is that Rafayel stopped tickling your pal after a short while.

The other is that Rafayel looked so happy and relaxed while tickling the shit out of you.

The one downside of this scenario? Rafayel grabbed your feet onto his lap the moment he stopped tickling your palm.

“No no no Rafayel! This isn’t necessary— eeeek!” You screeched when he brushed the paintbrush all over your toes, and in between each one too!

You clenched your fist while laughing hysterically.

No matter how hard you beg, Rafayel wouldn’t relent until he’s done writing and painting on your foot. Talk about evil.

When Rafayel finally stopped and showed you his work, you find the words “Y/N is my ticklish girlfriend” on your foot.

Way to go, Rafayel, you thought to yourself while dashing off to chase the artist for some well-deserved revenge.

🐦‍⬛Sylus🐦‍⬛

Sylus has always known you’re kind of ticklish.

You think he wouldn’t notice the little gasps you make whenever he touches your waist, or the subtle smile on your lips when he gives you a foot massage?

Nothing ever escapes Sylus’ watchful eyed, yet he only acted upon it when you two were… kind of making out in his bedroom.

He was unbuttoning your blouse, when one hand accidentally brushed over your waist, and a traitorous gasp slips out of your mouth.

Sylus cocked his eyebrows. “What was that, kitten?”

“N-nothing.” You answered, blushing slightly.

“Don’t hide it kitten,” he said.

This time, he pressed his fingers firmly onto your sides, drawing a squeak from you.

“Ticklish, are we?” Sylus asked, and without waiting for another second, he clawed his fingers over your belly , causing you to double over in laughter, squirming about.

“Sylus!” You squealed, and he only smirked in response.

“Why so frantic and jumpy kitten, I’m not doing anything, am I?”

Oh that tease, you thought to yourself, laughter pouring out of your lips until you feel tears of mirth prick your eyes.

To make matters worse, Sylus took your lips into his and kissed you passionately, all while his hands never ceased his attack.

Giggling and moaning into Sylus lips, you felt light-headed, partly because your losing the ability to breathe, partly because it felt so, so good.

One look at Sylus and you can see his eyes are watching you intensely, eyes twinkling with delight, taking pleasure from your pleasure too.

One look, and you know that this whole tickling-making out thing won’t be stopping anytime soon.

And you’ll be enjoying every second of it.

🍎Caleb🍎

Caleb knew since he always tickled you as a child, yet tickle fights were long forgotten when you two became teenagers, and soon Caleb was gone too.

Yet, now Caleb was back in your life, he couldn’t resist the temptation of knowing if you’re just as ticklish as before.

You were walking through the doorsteps of his house one day, sulking to yourself.

Protocores, wanderers, endless missions.

Work just seems never ending, and when you went home exhausted at one in the night again, you couldn’t help but slump into Caleb’s sofa and let out a deep sign.

And it breaks Caleb’s heart to see you unhappy.

“What is it, pipsqueak, why the long face?” He asked, pulling you into his lap and cuddling you.

“It’s been a long week, and it’s only Wednesday.” You groaned, burying your head on his shoulder.

“Well… I’m sorry about that. Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?” Caleb asked.

“I don’t think so.” You said.

“Really now?” Caleb smirked, and you can feel the mischievous tone in his voice as his fingers crept onto your hips, holding it threateningly, or maybe promisingly.

It was at that moment you finally understood what Caleb is about to do.

“Wait no—” Too late.

Caleb’s fingers already dug into your hips, and you let out a loud squeak, squirming futilely in his lap.

“Still so ticklish?” Caleb teased, now rubbing circles onto your hips, making you arch your back as you giggle.

“You know I’m…Caleb!”

“I know you’re what, pipsqueak?” He said.

You tried to answer, but your response was cut off by a squeak when he started to massage your thighs.

Caleb only laughed. “The nickname pipsqueak is quite fitting, don’t you think?”

Not helping, you thought to yourself as a blush crept up your cheeks.

Yet, Caleb didn’t want to tire you out even more, and soon let up.

“So… did it help?” Caleb wondered.

Though the tickling was torturous while it lasted, you felt… better. Less grumpy. More energetic.

“Better, I think.” You replied, secretly thankful for Caleb’s tickle attack.

“Does that mean I could go again?”

“No!”

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A/N: @vqler Happy Christmas! I knew that I wanted to write something from Love and Deepspace for you and seeing that he was the only one you wrote a fic for I knew it had to be him~

Words: 1,299 words under the cut

Description: !Tickle fic! Ler!Caleb + lee!reader. There are few things that provoke Caleb Widogast into mischief, but you have a shorter attention span than he does, and it doesn't take long to derail your study session.

Author's note: ummm hi it's been literally like 4 years but I thought it would be fun to clear out some old drafts I have floating around, enjoy this pile of self-indulgent bullshit from when I had a massive tickle-crush on Caleb

“See, the issue with including those somatics is-” you are falling asleep as you speak. You and Caleb have been at this for over two hours, books sprawled everywhere in an attempt to modify a spell. You are beginning to resign yourself to the fact that this may be a problem for the other genius of unprecedented arcane talent in your group - Essek - but Caleb still seems determined to have a crack at it…so much so that he doesn’t appear to be listening to a word you’re saying. His eyes are fixed on a page of the tome you’ve borrowed from Thelyss. 

You get it, you’ve done the same many times. But your boredom gives way to a spark of mischief, and perhaps a little bit of Jester’s influence peeks through as you move to take the book from under Caleb’s nose. He blinks, eyes clearly having to adjust after so long studying, and glares at you in a way that would be intimidating if it contained any genuine venom. 

(Art by Skelestonkss)

Why the hell do I always have to find things on Pinterest that make me imagine a tkl ending? 😭

Like it is THE perfect setup for an "Oh I'll show *you* something funny, Philip" scenario AUGHH

Prompt 7 - "No way, you're ticklish here too?"

A/N: a gal can indeed! everything is better with a little Essek ;)

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“No way, you’re ticklish here too?” Molly observes, smiling as he flicks a finger over Caleb’s ear and the wizard flinches in response.

“Ja, hehe, cut it out.” Caleb protests half-heartedly, swatting aimlessly over at the tiefling.

“I thought ticklish ears were reserved for our gorgeous little drow.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Mollymauk. Have we tried yours?”

“Ha, me?” Molly says nonchalantly.

“Yes, you.” Caleb snickers before twisting and reaching up to grab at Molly’s shoulder and horns. He wrestles them around laughing until he somehow ends up on top of the purple tiefling, holding his head to the side with one horn firmly in his grip.

They’re both laughing, Molly putting up a token struggle as Caleb leans in to blow on Mollymauk’s ear.

Molly squeaks, trying to curl into his shoulder but blocked by Caleb’s hold on his horn. Caleb uses his other hand to flutter along the shell of Molly’s ear and he squeals, falling into sweet, hiccuping laughter.

“Ah! Eheehee- Cahahahaleb! Hahah!”

“See? You’re ticklish here too.” Caleb informs his giggling puddle of a companion.

By the time Essek makes it upstairs with the tea, Molly is curled into a flailing little ball, his tail lashing weakly against the bed.

“Good morning, Liebchen, our friend here was being a little meddlesome this morning…so.” Caleb smiles sweetly as Essek enters.

“I see.” Essek sets down the tray of tea. “Would you like some help?”

“Of course.” Caleb grins.

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Tickletober Day 4

Essek denies having any weak spots. It doesn't take long to determine that is a lie.

Fandom: Critical Role (The Mighty Nein)

Words: 1.5K

AO3 Link

“So,” Fjord begins, once the little group is settled into the comforts of the dome somewhere deep inside Aeor. Essek is left pondering their comfort in such tight quarters. It’s stressing him out.

Fjord goes on. “We’re probably going to be fighting Lucien in the next day or two and I think we need to get prepared. I know our plans usually go to shit at the last minute but we should at least try. Let’s start with what we’ve got - strengths, weaknesses, put it all out there. I don’t want him to find anything he can use against us that we aren’t prepared for.”

Essek starts to zone out, tuning out the rest of this conversation. They’ll have to forgive him - he really doesn’t need to listen to a list of weaknesses and potential solutions. He’s already accepted his fate. He leans back against one side of the dome, staring off into space and letting his mind drift to the dunamis the group discovered earlier, running through what it could possibly mean.

He’s snapped back to the present when the conversation suddenly shifts to him. “Essek? What about you?”

Essek blinks quickly and pushes himself up a bit straighter, turning to look at the others. “I'm sorry, what was that?”

“I was just asking if you have any strengths, weaknesses, anything we could use against Lucien or he could exploit against us?” Fjord raises an eyebrow at him.

Essek shakes his head. “No particular strengths you haven’t already seen, I’m afraid.”

“What about weaknesses?”

Essek pulls his cloak around himself like a blanket and shakes his head again. “Only that I am like Caleb, a bit - ah, what did you call it? ‘Squishy’.”

“Wizards,” Fjord agrees with a wry nod. He turns back to the others. Essek leans back against the dome wall again, relieved that the conversation seems to have moved on from him.

Beau pipes up from a few feet away across the dome. “Any specific squishy weak spots? Caleb has several.” She shoots both Essek and Caleb a smirk.

Essek blinks in surprise but shakes his head. “Not in particular.”

It’s at this moment that Essek feels something against his sock. He flinches away sharply with a muffled yelp - and looks down expecting to find an insect crawling on him. Instead he finds Veth, crouched and grinning up at him - and holding one of her feathers mere inches away from his foot.

The energy in the dome shifts in a split second. Essek can feel it and is not comforted by doing so. He doesn’t have to look up to be acutely aware that everyone is grinning at him. The sudden sense of mischief is palatable, and Essek can’t imagine how he’s going to get out of this one.

“What was that, Essek?” Veth asks. She’s still grinning up at him with a downright evil look.

“Nothing,” Essek says quickly. He starts pulling his foot away, going to tuck them both underneath his robe. “I-“

He’s cut off as Veth, with lightning-quick reflexes, grabs his foot before he can successfully hide it and flutters the feather over it again. Essek yelps again - louder this time, causing a flush to leap to his cheeks - and his ears flick as a spasm runs up his leg and throughout his whole body.

Jester squeals and claps her hands in delight. She is suddenly very close, Essek realizes - it is not a comforting realization.

“Es-sek! Are you ticklish?!”

Essek opens his mouth to respond. He doesn’t get a chance before Jester grabs his other foot (how did that happen, he thought he’d pulled that one underneath his cloak already) and spiders her claws against the heel. And Essek yelps his loudest yet and slaps a hand over his mouth to stifle any more noise - as well as the grin that’s forcing its way onto his face. He leans back against the side of the dome, as far away as he can get, squeezing his eyes shut.

Jester laughs at him and it’s almost enough to make him break and let out the giggles that are threatening to spill over. Instead he squeezes his eyes shut even tighter and shakes his head frantically.

Jester giggles at that. “I think you are!” She sets to work scratching against his heel again.

Before he can even begin to adjust to that, Essek feels a second set of fingers grab his other foot - Veth, who has given up on the feather it seems. “You know what this looks like to me?” Veth asks, grinning brightly and holding up his foot. “A weak spot.” She punctuates this with a sudden scribbling across the sole of his foot.

And Essek can’t hold back - he bursts into giggles, muffled against the palm of his hand. His ears are twitching frantically and he shakes his head side to side, kicking his feet in a desperate attempt to break free.

He hears the others start laughing too. His face flushes white-hot.

There’s shuffling and then another set of hands grabs his foot. Beauregard’s voice breaks through Essek’s giggles. “Here, I’ll hold his foot so he can’t get away.” And then, sure enough, he can’t move his foot even an inch - and Jester, with a delighted giggle, sets to work scribbling and scratching and working her way up towards his toes.

Essek’s brain short-circuits. His hand flies away from his face as his body jackknives and he attempts to frantically bat Jester’s hands away. To no avail - and he dissolves into laughter. “NOHOHOHOHO NOHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!” He falls back against the dome again, laughing.

Essek doesn’t notice the others moving in closer, but he does notice when his other foot suddenly becomes just as immobile as the first. His eyes blink open just long enough to see Yasha, smiling at him as she holds fast to his foot, while Veth pokes one finger under his toes and scribbles others over the top of his foot - and why does that tickle so much?! Essek yelps again and attempts to yank his feet free - but Beau and Yasha hold firm and he gets nowhere. Instead he collapses back against the wall, turning to bury his face in his arm and resigning himself to laughter.

Veth’s grin is clear in her voice. “Wow, Essek, you’d better hope Lucien doesn’t find out about this! We would be screwed!” Essek could never hope to respond, laughing himself silly as he is.

There’s a sudden feeling against one of Essek’s ears - which have been twitching frantically as he laughs - and Essek spasms so hard he almost pulls out of Beau and Yasha’s hold. Almost - they quickly grab him again and hold on tighter. Caleb, who is now sitting right next to Essek’s head (Essek realizes he’s slid almost all the way to the floor - that’s unfortunate), runs another finger over the elf’s ear, wiggling it ever-so-gently. Essek cackles.

Caleb laughs and tries it again, and Essek feels as if he’s going to shiver out of his own skin. He shudders, twisting frantically away from Caleb’s evil, evil fingers and slapping at the ground. He's laughing harder than he ever thought possible.

Fjord laughs from somewhere to Essek’s left. “Two weak spots? Man, Thelyss, how do you function?”

“SHHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHHUHUP!” Essek’s retort carries no malice, he can barely get the words out through his laughter. Fjord laughs along with him.

There’s another shuffling sound and a warm, fuzzy hand flutters against Essek’s other ear. Light above, they’re going to actually kill him. Caduceus’ slightly fuzzy fingers are even more ticklish, if that were possibly. Essek’s laughter kicks up another octave. He spasms again, leaning forward and hands suddenly flailing desperately in attempt to push someone, any of them away - but he can’t coordinate himself enough to even began to manage that. He collapses back into laughter and falls over onto Caleb, burying his face in his shoulder as he shakes apart with laughter.

Caleb smiles and brings a hand up to wrap around Essek’s shoulders and pull him closer. This means, mercifully, that Caleb’s hand is no longer scratching against his ear. Less mercifully, Caleb brings his other hand into play - slipping it underneath Essek’s cloak to wiggle against his ribs. Essek yelps again and slaps a hand against his back involuntarily. He feels more than hears Caleb’s chuckles along with him.

Fjord slides in next to Caleb and joins in, hands sliding underneath Essek’s coat and tickling. Essek feels sure his face is going to split open with how wide he’s beaming and his whole body is sure to explode into a million pieces from laughter.

Nevertheless, it’s nice. He had forgotten what this felt like, the warm feeling of laughing and being held close and tickled apart. Never in a million years would he have thought he’d find himself enjoying it with friends - but here he is. Perhaps he shouldn’t be too surprised, life has certainly handed him stranger surprises in the last few months.

Jester’s fingers are under his toes again. Caduceus is scribbling behind his ear in a way that makes him want to scream. Veth, Fjord and Caleb are methodically taking him apart. Beau and Yasha are joining in the fun, fingers spidering over his feet and legs, squeezing at his knees. They’re all laughing at him. And all Essek can do is laugh and laugh and laugh.

EEEE!!

The Evelyn headcanons were so damn cute!!

Can we please get Lee and Ler Caleb headcanons?

Have a nice day! 🫶🏻

🌟~Caleb Tkl Headcanons~🪶

~Aww thank you! Of course, I've been meaning to give the og string-bean some attention. He deserves to smile (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠). Working through my reqs one at a time, oldest to newest. Promise I'm not ignoring y’all, I've got a system. Thank you for the request!~