#occtis x reader

Occtis Tachonis who can't stop nervous babbling once he's in bed with you.

He's finally able to touch you like he always dreamed of- reverently touching you and studying your reactions, eager to learn what you like.

And the whole time he can't stop muttering under his breath about how soft your skin is and how good it feels to touch you and how much he loves the sounds you make.

It's more observations than dirty talk but it's so uniquely Occtis that you can't help but adore it.

Occtis with childhood friend reader--

Maybe your parents knew his parents, and your friendship was an arranged thing. Your parents introduced the two of you at a young age, and you hit it off immediately. 

Occtis has always been a shy boy, even more so as a child, so it was likely you were more outgoing than him. 

If you are, occtis is happy to have someone he can talk to, he's glad that you befriended him. He takes comfort in how different you are from him. To  him, you’re so outgoing and bright, and he’s so gloomy and dark, but he can’t help but want to be around you. 

Occtis gets somewhat jealous when you spend time with others- not the angry type of jealous, but the sad kind. The kind that makes him wonder if he's losing you. He always feels like he’s not good enough for you, and seeing you interact with others furthers that feeling immensely- because why would you ever choose him?

But he could never lose you- he's your best friend, you'd never leave him behind. No matter who your friends with or how many friends you have, occtis is always your best friend. He’s dear to your heart, the one person you hold closer than anyone. 

And if you're more shy than him, he doesn't mind. It's nice to be understood, and he's always a little proud when he can stand up for you or help you. If you're both mild types, you can find comfort in each other, knowing someone understands you. 

Either way, it's likely you went to the penteveral too, and you were his only source of comfort there before he had pin. He’s never been close with his family- they think he’s weak, a disappointment, a mistake- but you look at him and really see him. You care for him even when his own family wont, and he loves you for it. Occtis doesn't have many friends other than you, but finds he minds that less and less with age. You're someone who truly understands him, and he knows that's no small thing. 

He isn't a very clingy friend, but he's secretly grateful if you are. He'd hate to look needy, but he does enjoy your company and feels lonely without you. He can’t help but want you near, but he won't say so, which could potentially make you feel like you care for him more than he does for you- if you somehow fail to notice how gentle he is with you. He can be witty and biting with others, but with you he’s always so gentle and relaxed, closer to happy than he’s ever felt. 

If you're a spellcaster like him, you have that in common and he loves to help you with magic. While magic isn't innate to him, he has a good understanding of it and would be an amazing teacher or study partner. If you have a spellbook, he loves to compare books with you- gently turning through the pages and seeing what your magic looks like on paper. If you have a familiar, your familiar and pincushion have little play-dates. If you cast spells through some kind of focus, occtis can’t help but think of it as precious; a symbol of you. 

If you’re more martial combat focused, trained with weapons and armor, occtis is silently amazed by you, amazed how you can be his best friend in the entire world and still be so different from him. He’ll watch you train, and while he doesn’t have much input to give, he finds it makes his heart race to see you move. You’re so amazing, so strong, so fast. 

No matter what, it’s inevitable that he starts to fall in love with you. 

How could he not, when you’re so perfect and dear to him, always at his side and always there for him and always caring about him when no one else does. He’s not stupid- he knows you're too good for him, and he’d never risk your friendship by telling you how he feels, but day by day he finds himself falling deeper and deeper in love, loving everything you do and everything you say. You understand him like no one else ever has, like you were cut from the same cloth. 

Sometimes when you’re together, with no one else around, he finds himself almost considering the possibility of telling you how he feels about you. 

He’s content to just be close to you- even if he never gets to hold you, or call you his own, just being by your side is enough. It has to be. 

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they imagine what it would be like to kiss you, how’d you taste, would you be sweet or would the bitter taste of hops from golden ale linger on your tongue when they pulled you close? how would you feel in their arms? curving your waist towards them or sighing gently as they cling to you like a lifeline

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While Occtis can’t truly feel arousal or its effects since his untimely death, he’s not without interest in exploring sexual experiences with you. It’s different now that he’s dead- sensation is different, arousal is different, even his emotions are different- but one thing that stays the same is his affections for you and his desire to please you. 

For all his lack of experience, and even undead, he’s a fast learner and well versed in anatomy, which quickly translates into incredible skill. He wants to figure this out, wants to please you, and because of that- his devotion to the task at hand; you- he quickly figures out how to touch you just right. It’s an odd mix of exploration and desire that feels so uniquely like him it makes you melt everytime.

Thinking about cockwarming Occtis Tachonis. 

Imagine it’s late at night, and he’s at his desk pouring over scrolls and old tomes, researching spells until the early hours of morning. Or he would be, if he could think. But you’re so tight and warm and wet around him, and he can’t think straight. All he can think about is how badly he wants to move, to thrust up into your tight heat.

But you sit still in his lap, insisting that if he wants to work so late at night, you should at least be here to keep him company- to keep him nice and warm inside you. He swears that the feeling of you around him, your weight in his lap, the smell of your hair as he sets his chin on your shoulder- he’s been too distracted to get any work done at all. 

Maybe he could move just a little bit, just get enough friction so he can think straight again?

Critical Role Campaign 4 Characters Favorite places to kiss their beloved

Player Characters-

Wicander- inner wrist

Tyranny- cheek 

Kattigan- forehead / temple

Teor-  the back of your shoulder

Thimble- she’s very small to give kisses

Julien- neck

Occtis- hand

Thaisha- cheek

Vaelus- neck

Bolaire- the back of your neck

Hal- forehead / temple

Murray- a hundred kisses all over your face

Azune- hand

Non-Player Characters-

Doset- inner wrist

Uvivere- the back of your neck

Tertia- cheek

Aniko- shoulder

Ethrand- hand

Demodus- cheek

Aranessa- hand

King Gus- Forehead / temple

a/n: this was a request on my old blog, reuploaded here. the request was for occtis x reader, with the scenario of a love confession followed by a frist kiss

It’s not like Occtis to let a little crush spiral so out of control. It wasn't like him to develop crushes in the first place, let alone let it become a problem. But it is- and it’s getting worse by the day. 

To him, you’re perfect- your eyes, your smile, your laugh. These things are easy enough to ignore at first, and he does ignore them, for as long as he can. He pushes his thoughts aside; pretends he doesn't feel anything when you smile at him, when you tell a stupid joke and laugh like that, when you look at him and he feels himself forget to breathe- not that he needs to anymore. 

Occtis pretends that you’re just friends, and technically you are, but he wishes you were more. 

You endeared yourself to him, becoming something of a best friend if he ever had one. You’re at his side constantly, like a second familiar. You hold Pin in your arms and snuggle with the little fox and Occtis pretends his heart isn't nearly bursting at the sight. You help him with his necromancy sometimes, and he pretends to focus on anything but you. But secretly, he can't take his eyes off you.

It’s something about you; you’re so bright, a ray of light he didn't know he needed, and you’re so easy to talk to. He tries to pretend that he doesn't love every word from your lips, tries to pretend that he doesn't want to be talking to you all the time. You’re almost the polar opposite of him; outgoing where he’s shy, strong where he’s weak. 

He’s seen you fight before; was captivated by the way you moved, the way it seemed to come so easy to you, like breathing. You wield your weapon with a kind of ease that surprised him at first, but now only leaves him amazed. His eyes follow you in combat, in awe of you.

As for your outgoing nature; of course he’d noticed. You’d been the one to talk to him first, friendly and so unlike himself. He’d been awkward, of course, but you didn't seem to mind. So he tries not to mind that you talk so easily with anyone who will listen. Everywhere you go, you steal the attention of those around you- he’s just one in the crowd of people captivated by you. 

And still he dreams. Still, he finds himself thinking about you- the way you dress, the way you carry yourself, the way your hair settles. He finds himself thinking about you constantly- daydreaming like a schoolgirl about your hand in his, you in his arms, your lips on his. 

He’s got it bad, and it’s only getting worse. Day by day, he’s falling deeper in love with you. 

Somehow, you end up here- in your room, both sitting on the floor, books and scrolls spread out around you. You’re helping him study some dusty old necromancy tomes, anything to find an excuse to spend more time with you. Every now and then, you show him a particularly interesting passage, and he finds himself enamoured with the way you read aloud from the book for him. 

Pin sleeps soundly on your bed, but occasionally he will stir and come rub up against you, eager for your affection. It seems both pin and Occtis have that in common- a need for your affections. But unlike its owner, pincushion is shameless in his desire for your love and attention- and you happily give it to the little fox. Occtis can’t help but smile at the way the little fox has captured your heart. 

He shouldn’t say anything and he knows it. What good would it do to confess to you when you’re so high above him? When you could have anyone you wanted? When you’re so outgoing and bright, why would you settle for someone like him?

But here he is, sitting on your bedroom floor, watching you laugh at one of your own jokes- a particularly bad necromancy pun- and he can’t help himself. He can’t stop himself from speaking now, in the quiet intimacy of the moment, just for the two of you. 

“I-I think” he starts, voice shaking slightly, unable to look at you now. His cheeks are burning scarlet, his eyes averted, his fingers toy with the pages of the book he holds. “That you're more dear to me than I planned.” he mumbles. He fidgets more, the pages creasing under his hands. Then, spoken so softly it’s barely a whisper, “I think I'm falling in love with you.”

There it is- the secret he’d tried so hard to keep. The secret he’d tried so hard to ignore. He doesn’t know what it is about you, but he’s so drawn to you that he can think of nothing else. And now- you know. 

He doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed for his words before you turn his head back to you, pressing your lips to his.

It all registers at once- your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself steady as you lean forward, you breath hot on his lips, your lips on his- burning hot on his cold skin. It’s like magic; instantly overshadowing everything else in his mind, instantly stealing his breath away. You're kissing him. His mind can’t wrap around anything but that. You’re kissing him. 

He gathers his wits just enough to kiss you back, hesitant and clumsy, but overwhelmed with joy. He never thought he’d have this. He was certain he’d ruined everything in confessing to you, but once again, you never fail to surprise him. Carefully he threads a hand into your hair, feeling the softness there. 

When you break the kiss for air, his eyes are on you. His expression is lovestruck, something of a dorky smile on his face. You’re so beautiful- how did he ever get so lucky. 

He cups your face in a slightly trembling hand. “Can I kiss you again?”