#heightkink

There were just some things that I absolutely loved about Jared. The one that always got me was his height. I wouldn’t say that I had a size kink, but I did love to see Jared tower over me. There was the way he interacted with every single random person. His bread, god that was the best thing. When he'd kiss me and his bread would lightly graze the side of my face.  

His large hands holding me close to his frame. His hands setting and staying on the small of my back. The same hands that would hold my hand tenderly as I broke down in his arms, and then hold me down and squeeze me tight before letting me go.

His cute smile that no matter what was going on around him he had on. It was plastered to his face. Damn that smile, that smile has it works on me, it could make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, or it could bring me down to my knees.

His slick long brown hair, that he’d run his hair through, or I'd pull and tug on while he kissed me hard. His hair that would fall in front of his face while he was trying to focus on dialogues, blowing it out of his face. Sometimes it would fall and graze my stomach as he kissed down.  

His soft lips that would give me temple kisses, and forehead kisses. Those same lips made me feel cared for, safe and secure, but could make me blossom with passion, and scream his name. Jared’s deep voice that one that would tell me ‘good morning’ and ‘I love you’ in the mornings. That was the same voice that would command me to be a ‘good girl’ or call me ‘Baby girl’.  

His soft giggle that would turn into a booming, deep laugh. Mostly those small, soft giggles happened when we were alone in the comfort of our own home. But those deep and booming laughs happened when he was around friends and family. Especially when he was around Jensen, that man just knew how to make him laugh.  

The way he’d bite his lip if he was having a hard time understanding things. The way he’d grab a hold onto my hand, and pull me into a short, and simple kiss before I left the house, the same hands that would rub deep circles into my back when I didn’t feel well.

The way his voice would draw with a Texas slang to it, and other times when it was sharp and clean. Sometimes just for fun and to tease me he’d whisper dirty things into me ear using that Texas draw. Nights where he’d bring me up into his chest and gently comb through my hair with his fingers. He’d usually start at the base of my neck and gently graze through, untangling knots as he went.  

But sometimes the roles were reversed, Jared would lay down his head in my lap. I graze my hand through his hair. Making sure I was careful as to not tug too much on his hair. His luscious locks gliding through my fingers. I’d repeat the same motion over and over again until I heard little quaint snores.  

And don’t get me started on how when I wake up and he still asleep I loved to watch him. Those gorgeously long eyelashes hung over his cheeks. And when Jared finally did wake up how he’d grab my waist and pull me in, attaching his lips to my neck, giving me soft morning kisses.  

How when he was gone, filming for supernatural or more recently Walker. I’d rummage through his clothes to find that perfectly over sized, t-shirt and sweats. That was laced his sweet sugar cookie scent. Jared never put on a massive amount of cologne, he’d look over at me and ask if he needed to wear any at all.  

My answers is always the same ‘You don’t need any handsome. You already smell amazing.’ Jared hugs were always the best, but they all had different meanings. Hugs that were being given because I was upset, or crying those were always so gentle. Another one was when I'd pick him up from the airport and he’d drop all of his things, I'd ran and he’d always catch me, the strength in his arms that I needed to ground me.  

Once in a blue moon I'd catch him wearing his geeky black glasses, but I had honestly forgotten how nerdy he was. The hundreds of books that Jared had lined up in the book shelves. If he wanted to, he could list off random facts, things that he had picked up because he read so much.  

Don’t let me forget that because he was so tall, when I'd go to kiss him, I'd either have to pull him down to my level by pulling his shirt, stand to reach him on my tip toes, or he’d have to pick me up. My legs crossing behind his back and his hands landing on my ass.  

I could write a whole book of things that I loved about Jared, but most of all is that I loved Jared because he was that sweetest person I had ever met. We clicked right away and since the start I haven’t been able to see him any other way. I see perfect when I look at Jared.