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Dunno if you've done this before, but characters with tall reader!

This is mostly me being sick and having OC obsession brain rot, but the majority of my OCs are 5'9–6'0+ for reference by what I mean for "tall".

Love your writing, by the way! Keep yourself safe and make sure to treat yourself for all the joy you bring your viewers with your writing<3. Also, this is my first request:D

(Thinking about characters like: Venti, Diluc, Zhongli, Traveller, and whoever else you want to write/if you don't write for some of these characters, that's fine!)

౨ৎ them w a tall partner...

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FEAT... aether, venti, itto, alhaitham, diluc

A/N... hiiii anon tysm for the request!! i loveee this idea it's so cute so i'm more than happy to write it ^^ unfortunatelyyy i wasn't able to write anything for zhongli as i js couldn't think of anything, i hope that's ok!!! also thank youuuu! i'm so glad you like my stuff, nd please make sure you take care of yourself too!! hope to see you again soon, enjoy ♡ alsooo i tried out some new colouring!! i hope you guys like ittt i think it's prettyy :3 oh and disclaimer these heights may not be accurate!!! i got them from this website but it seems pretty reliable to meee

✧ aether. - 5'4"

the traveller, the honorary knight, the swordfish II captain, the first sage of buer: just a few of the multitude of titles aether has earned from the many battles he's fought for teyvat. he's always fighting for people, protecting people, blindly jumping head-first into danger; he needs someone to protect him for a change, and that someone is you.

he always feels safe with you, and the way you stand behind him when he's chatting with friends or purchasing items from vendors makes him feel untouchable; evident by the way he practically melts under your touch.

one of the first things people tend to notice about you is your height, and although it doesn't really bother you, aether thinks it's ignorant and unfair. don't get him wrong, he loves your height, but there's so much more to you than that. he wishes people would notice your style, or your personality, maybe even your smile, anything. as long as nobody tries to steal you from him, he doesn't mind.

he'll often find himself being the little spoon while cuddling, and honestly, it's the thing he most looks forward to after a long day of completing commissions and collecting resources.

he loves how tall you are, how gentle you are, how loving you are; he loves all of you, and he hopes you love all of him too...

✧ venti. - 5'5"

venti loves the way you tower over him, and finds your subsequent protectiveness rather endearing.

your height sometimes intimidates people, and discourages them from wanting to strike up conversation with you. venti, however, was never bothered by it, and had no problem shamelessly flirting with you the very second you entered angel's share that fateful day.

the bard struggles to understand how people could possibly be afraid of you. of course, he knows how strong you are, and is aware of the lengths you'd go to in order to protect him, but nothing about your personality was something to be scared of.

the more he got to know you, the quicker he came to the realisation that you're really just a big softie - a gentle giant, if you will.

your impressive stature also means that you can carry him around. venti loves nothing more than being in your arms, face nuzzled into your chest as you take him to bed after a long day, or resting his head on your shoulder and forcing you to lift him up when he 'falls asleep''.

all in all, your boyfriend views your height is anything but negative. he loves you the way you are, and, as cliché as it sounds, wouldn't change anything about you for the world...

✧ itto. - 6'1"

no matter how tall you are, itto will give you piggyback rides. and you will enjoy them. to put it quite frankly, you don't have a choice.

even though you're taller than him, he still loves to have you in his arms, whether that means cuddling, carrying you around, or simply just hugging you from behind. something about having you in his hold makes him feel stronger and more confident than he ever has before.

the members of the arataki gang were shocked when they first met you, genta mistaking you for itto when he caught sight of your silhouette. nonetheless, they have all grown to be quite fond of you, and often leave small gifts on your doorstep which never fail to bring a smile to your face.

your height was something you sometimes felt ashamed of, however, itto always makes sure you feel happy within yourself, and will do everything in his power to wash the insecurities away; showering you in kisses and telling you just how perfect you are...

✧ alhaitham. - 5'10"

at first, alhaitham was slightly embarrassed that you were taller than him, not because of your appearance, but because of how he'd been relentlessly teasing his roommate for his height while having a partner who stands at an impressive 6'5"...

nevertheless, the scribe truly admires everything about you, and will often just stare. even though he wants nothing more than to have you in his arms, he's more than happy to admire you from afar, to watch you go about your day or make idle chit-chat with the local vendors so that he can just take you in; "archons, they're beautiful".

even though he stands shorter than you, he is extremely protective over you; intertwining his fingers with yours whenever he has the chance, and staring down anyone who 'looks at you wrong'. you often tease him for this, poking fun at his pout before kissing it away with a smile, only for it to return as you pinch his rosy cheeks.

the love alhaitham has for you is immeasurable, and the (not so) little things like your height only make him fall harder for you. his heart skips a beat when he feels your arms snake around his waist from behind, being pulled into your chest as you rest your head on his shoulder. yes, you could still do this even if you were shorter, but for him, nothing compares to being able to sink into you; he rather enjoys feeling smaller when he's with you...

✧ diluc. - 6'1"

you and your husband, diluc, stand at a similar height, him just slightly taller than you at 6'1". people often stare when you walk into a room hand-in-hand, but the darknight hero couldn't be more proud.

he never misses the chance to show you off, introducing you to everyone he knows while making sure to subtly flash the wedding ring he oh so gently slides onto your finger every morning. however, as soon as someone dares to make a rude remark about you, your husband has no problem stepping in front of you and handling the situation himself. yes, you're capable of looking out for yourself, but the redhead always feels the need to protect the ones he loves most.

the two of you are a package deal, and are rarely seen apart from each other unless absolutely necessary. diluc can't stand being away from you, and often finds his mind flooded with thoughts of you when he should be focused on the financial papers spread out on the desk before him.

being the taller ragnvindr, diluc often takes it upon himself to hand you items from higher up shelves, knowing full well you can reach them just fine by yourself. "given my stature, wouldn't it be rude not to hand my partner the things they couldn't possibly reach?", he always asks, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead and handing you whatever you were reaching for. such a tease...

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you’d like me to write next!

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just-a-creep-babe · 11 months

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 10

Eyeless Jack x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Commissioned once more by @cookiereblogss!! Tysm luv, it genuinely means the world to me that you keep commissioning these 🥺❤❤❤

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“J-Jack—fuck! Please~”

Your whining is music to his ears

He delves his inhumanly long tongue between your folds, and your back arches up, another beautiful sound escaping you as your walls clench around him

He growls into you, his hands pinning your hips down, forcing you still, forcing you to take everything he’s giving you

Moans and curses intermingled with the sound of his name fall from your parted lips

You reach down, tangling a hand into his hair, your fingers digging into his scalp as your muscles seize

He feels you tense, feels your thighs quiver on either side of his head, but just as you’re on the cusp of hitting your peak, he pulls back to nip and suck at your inner thighs

“N-no—Jack,” you whine his name as your hips grind up, searching for more stimulation, but he doesn’t grant you the release you need

He knows you’re getting so, so desperate

And oh how he adores what it’s doing to you—everything from the sound of your voice to the look in your eyes, to all the fucking arousal gushing out of you—it’s so fucking hot

Honestly, he’s impressed at the self-control he has

He didn’t know he could resist pounding into you for this long

He didn't realize he could edge you for this much time, listening to you beg so loudly and so shamelessly, without bending you over and fucking every inch of his painfully hard cock into your squelching walls

He wants so badly to feel you all wrapped up around his dick, but he won't allow himself the pleasure

“Jack—“

Your plea has him humming in response as he brings a finger to your entrance

You choke out a sob as he teases up and down your slit a few times, just barely ghosting over your clit, and then he very slowly pushes it between your folds

Something like a gasp and a whimper escapes you, and when he looks up from between your legs, he finds you squeezing your eyes shut with a gorgeous mix of pleasure and torment on your face

He purrs into your heat, curling his finger, feeling more slick soak your entrance with every slow, calculated movement of his digit

"J-Jack, I can't—I-I need to cum~ Fuck, please fuck me, please, I need you to fuck me~"

He almost can't take it

God, you're begging for him to do the one thing he's wanted to do for so fucking long now

But he doesn't give in

Instead, he keeps fucking you on his tongue, keeps pumping his finger in and out of your perfect little cunt until your thighs start shaking again

He adds a second finger, presses his lips around your clit and sucks—hard

The sound you make is nothing short of divine

If he thought he was addicted to you before, there's no way he isn't by this point

You get close to your peak all over again, squirming and whining, your hips gyrating and your muscles seizing as he fucks as much pleasure into you as you can possibly want

He considers backing out at the last second again to drag this out even longer, but your back arches up again and your fingers reach down to scratch at his back—and there's suddenly no way he can resist giving you what you deserve

You're loud and wonderfully filthy when your orgasm finally crashes into you

You tug him forwards, suffocating him between your thighs, and he swears heaven couldn’t compare to this

He feels you clenching impossibly tightly around his fingers, and thinking about how good you’d feel around his cock has him groaning into your arousal

You’re shaking and gasping, cursing and crying out his name as he coaxes every ounce of pleasure through your form

“Fuck—F-fuck, Jack!~”

He almost can’t bring himself to stop again—even when your orgasm completely dies down

But he's gotten better at understanding your limits, and he knows when too much really is too much

He pulls back before you reach that point, and it grants him one of the most beautiful sights he could possibly ask for

You’re flushed, breathing heavily, your chest heaving with that wonderfully familiar dazed look in your eyes

There’s an absolute mess between your thighs; a mix of cum and his saliva with plenty of red marks and love bites scattered about

No matter how many times he's seen you like this, no matter how many times he keeps seeing you like this, he'll never get used to how fucking gorgeous you look

You're an absolute goddess

Jack's on cloud nine

It's like he's constantly on a high, like nothing else matters as long as he gets to see you at night

He's never felt so blissfully carefree in his life before, even before the cult sacrifice and all

He feels euphoric knowing that he's the one you think of, he's the one you go to when you need relief

Not Jeff, not Hoodie, not any of the other creeps at the mansion that would kill to get a chance with you

It's especially satisfying knowing you're no longer going to Jeff

He hasn't smelled that scar-faced fucker on you in a while, so he thinks it's safe to assume you've lost interest in him

He knows he's still being childish about the whole thing; if he really wanted to know what happened between you and Jeff, he could just ask you about it

But he doesn't want to start any drama, and he's honestly too happy to bother with it anyways

It gets to the point where, instead of feeling that burning swell of anger whenever he sees the raven-haired killer, he just feels smug

He doesn't know how Jeff knows what’s happening between you and Jack

But he knows the death glares Jeff shoots him means that he somehow does know—and he's none too pleased about it

Which only makes it all the better

Deep down, he knows feeling invincible like this won't last forever

And he knows that if anything jeopardizes his relationship with you, he's going to be more miserable than he’s been in a long, long time

But he figures there's no point in worrying about that now

He should just enjoy things while they last

And he shouldn’t take things for granted in the meantime

He promises himself he’ll do anything to keep you satisfied, to keep you safe and happy with him

Even if you are just friends with benefits

The whole casual relationship thing isn’t his ideal, but he'll take whatever he can get

He won’t try to push things

Whatever you want, however quickly or slowly you want to take things—he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you

It’s a stormy weekday evening when you text him to meet up in your room

He can hear the rain thudding dully against the mansion walls as he makes his way through the hallway

The shift in weather is nice; he appreciates a break from the otherwise overbearing heat and humidity of the summer

And, combined with the suggestion of tonight's affairs, it's like everything's going his way tonight

He's never felt so lucky in his life before

He reaches your room, knocks on the door, and your voice, as gentle and comforting as always, answers from the other side

"S'open"

He walks in, closes the door behind him, and he doesn’t know why, but he suddenly feels nervous

Anxiety, seemingly coming out of nowhere, blooms in his chest, and he feels his heart rate picking up

It's only calmed by the sight of your smile, by the feeling of your hand reaching for his as you tug him towards the bed

“Come,” you hum

He lets you lead him forward—he'd follow you to the depths of hell, if that's what you wanted—and when you push him down onto the mattress, he falls back without any resistance

He's your loyal lapdog, a slave to your desires

Your window's partially open, and the sound of the rain battering against the glass is louder in here, but it only makes him feel all the more comfortable in your room, with you by his side, sheltered from the summer storm

There’s nowhere else he’d rather be right now

You straddle his hips, and his hands find purchase around your thighs like second nature

But there’s something different about tonight, he can feel it

And his theory’s confirmed when you nervously shift on top of him, your teeth toying with your bottom lip like you’re debating something

“What’s wrong?”

He tries to sound calm, but it’s hard to push down the worry settling in the pit of his stomach like a heavy boulder

You hesitate, and his previous worry skyrockets tenfold

"(Y/n)—"

He's about to ask again, urgency betraying his voice, but then your lips are pressing against his mask and his mind is suddenly blank

It, admittedly, stuns him for a moment

It's almost like he's getting kissed for the first time; he doesn't know how to react, doesn't know what to do with himself

His heart’s pounding in his chest

He wants to kiss you back, wants to feel the soft plushness of your lips against his, but his fucking mask is in the way again

There's maybe an inch of space between your lips, and that inch is pure agony

You end up pulling away much too quickly, before he even gets the chance to snap himself out of it and kiss you back

He doesn't know how to tell you he wants more—he wants so much more

He leans up, following you as you pull away from him, and your name slips from his lips in a husky murmur

He's been intimate with you before; he's pressed his mouth between your thighs and felt you cum against his tongue plenty of times by now, but this kind of intimacy is different

There's a bright flash of light outside, followed by the rumble of thunder in the background

But it all feels distant, like everything is only secondary to you

He doesn't know what’s on your mind

All he knows is that he wants to give you anything, everything you want

You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, your fingers moving up to scratch through his scalp

He groans, a wave of tingles moving down his spine

Your name hangs off the tip of his tongue, quiet and desperate like a prayer, but he holds it back

It’s only when your fingers reach for the edges of his mask that he finally understands what you want

He feels your hesitance—he hears it in you’re breathing, in the irregular pulse of your heart against your ribcage

He understands what you want now, and he usually wouldn’t allow it, wouldn’t allow such vulnerability, but it's you, and he trusts you more than anyone, more than anything

Which is why he doesn't make a move to stop you when you slowly tilt his mask up and off his face

It's not the first time you've seen him without his mask on

But the sight of his uncovered face is most certainly a rare one

He’d partially remove it when he was going down on you, when he was kissing and nipping at your impossibly soft skin, but he's always avoided taking it off completely

Call it insecurity, call it habit—he doesn't know which it is anymore

He doesn't care; it doesn’t really matter either way

All that matters is your reaction to him exposed

He almost expects the worse, just because it’s hard to imagine anything else, but your kindness is utterly disarming

There's a softness in your eyes as you stroke his cheek with feather-light touches

The skin on his face is sensitive; he can’t remember the last time anyone touched it

"You're so beautiful," you whisper

He almost wants to cry

Another crackle of thunder follows a flash of lightning, and a cool breeze from your open window intercepts the otherwise warm heaviness in the room

Your fingertips trace along his jawline, memorizing his bone structure as he clenches his teeth together

You tilt your head, your thumb inching up to roll over his lips, to feel the soft flesh beneath the pad of your finger

His heart’s beating so fast

His body’s tense, his muscles stiff

No one’s ever looked at him like this before, no one’s ever touched him like this before

There’s a lump in his throat as his chest tightens

But even then, even as you stare into the face of a monster, you don’t seem the slightest bit bothered by it

“So pretty,” you murmur

And then you’re leaning down and your lips are touching his

He’s dizzy

After all this time—all this fucking time—he almost can’t believe it’s happening

You’re kissing him

You’re on top of him and you’re kissing him and it's all so surreal

It's almost too good to be true

He doesn’t realize how tense he is until you start rubbing circles over his jaw

And then he finally starts relaxing beneath your touch, all but melting beneath you

He can’t resist you

He’s defenseless against you

Your lips are so soft, and they fit just perfectly against his

He swears you were made for him—there’s no other explanation for it

You’re meant to be his

The kiss is everything he’s ever dreamed it to be and more

And it, again, feels like it could never last long enough when you inevitably pull away

He’s so utterly hooked on you

You’re a drug and he’s a junkie—always doomed to be craving more

He could never get enough of you

You open your eyes, looking down at him, and it truly sinks in how incredibly madly in love he is with you

The feeling’s overwhelming; he almost can’t contain it

And everything about the moment feels so right, so perfect for him to admit his love to you

But right before he's about to confess, you suddenly stiffen, and a look of panic flashes through your eyes

“Jack, I—there’s actually something I wanted to ask you about”

He swallows back his confession, biting his tongue with a nod because he doesn’t trust himself not to blurt it out if he tries to speak

"I-I was just wondering if... if there's a reason you never... you know... want to take things further with me. During sex, I mean"

His perfect moment crashes down around him

He clears his throat, trying to dispel the haze of love clouding whatever’s left of his rationality

"Take things further? What do you mean?"

His brows furrow in confusion

How is it possible you're on such different wavelengths?

Do you really not feel anything for him?

No, there’s no way, he thinks

The way you looked at him, the way you traced over his features, the way you kissed him

Surely, you have to feel the same way about him… right?

"I just..." you trail off, looking to the side, your gaze landing on the storm just beyond your window

You seem lost in thought for a brief second, but then you return your gaze back to the demon beneath you

"You only ever... you know... focus on me. You never ask for anything in return. And I know there was that thing at the party, but you haven't mentioned it, and you haven't brought anything like that up at all"

You look at him expectantly, though there's a hint of worry in your features

He releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding

Is it really all just wishful thinking on his part?

Let it go, he thinks, this is just a casual thing

You just want casual sex, and that's alright, he's ok with that and nothing more

He swallows back his feeble attempt at convincing himself

He has to be satisfied with whatever he can get

"I uh..." he pauses for a moment to think how to explain things without exposing too much

"I just... I'm worried," he finally admits, "I have... these—these instincts. And they can be very, very hard to control”

His fingers tighten around your hips at the mere thought of it

“I guess I just don't want to lose control if we take things further,” he continues, “I don't want to jeopardize your safety"

He has to stop himself from grimacing at that last part

He can't imagine how horrible he’d feel if you told him to stop and he couldn't

There'd been a few times where it almost came close, where he’d almost lost himself to his base urges when he was eating you out

The memory makes him huff bitterly

No wonder you could never love a monster like him

“So… that’s it?”

He looks up to find a surprised expression on your face, and in return, he tilts his head in confusion

“What do you mean?”

“I-I mean, there’s no other reason? You haven’t been asking for anything in return because you’re scared of hurting me?”

He nods, omitting the part that he’s also scared of marking you, of forcing you into a relationship you clearly don’t want

“And…” you pause, “and otherwise you would? Like… you would want more?”

He nods again

Of course he’d want more—do you really not know how he feels about you?

It’s your turn to nod, like you’ve made a decision

“In that case, I want… I want to try it, then”

You trail your hands from his face down to his chest, feeling the shape of his body through his clothes

Your touch resonates straight to his groin, and he wonders if you have even the faintest idea of what you do to him

He shifts beneath you

“(Y/n), I don’t—I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he admits, but even just the thought of you asking for this has his body coming to life

It’s like his skin is already buzzing for your touch

“Please? Please, Jack? I want this. I want you”

Fanning out your fingers over his chest, you use the leverage to slowly start rocking your hips over his

He inhales sharply through his nose

And whatever measly barriers he’d put up already come crumbling down to your will

He'll give you anything you want

How could he ever say no to you?

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