Jared/Jensen prompt post for October **CLOSED**
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He doesn’t use any sort of creepy porn dialogue, or have any early ejaculation problems - except for that one time, in the early days, when he got so excited from rubbing up against her ass that he’d lost it in his shorts, stammering and red at the ears. She didn’t tease him, and he took it with good grace, but she’d been over the moon. Really fucking floating the stars that time, just the fact that he wanted her that much.
But no, that’s not his issue.
It’s just, it’s all so new to him. To both of them. And Jared always wants to test theories and survey changes, he’s been like that since he was little. Evolution interests him and when he’s interested, he needs to know everything about his subject - whether it be his first ant farm when he was 10 or the baby peach tree they planted out in the backyard last spring.
He doesn’t usually “study” those things with his dick in his hand, though, so it’s hard for Jenny to feel like a science project, even if she says it to get him all riled up. The sex is incredible when he’s bitchy.
The first couple of weeks on HRT, nothing really happened. No noticeable outer changes anyway. She’d felt a little softer inside, somehow, fragile and stupidly emotional over dumb things, like forgetting to open the windows when she tried out a new online recipe and left the whole house smelling like pickles for the rest of the evening.
Towards the end of the month though, she noticed her nipples felt - tender, kind of swollen, like there’d been a little too much friction, raw after a long night with her insatiable boyfriend. But that hadn’t been it. It lasted too long, grew stronger. And Jared, of course, was right there to help soothe the sore spots, all soft lips, bathing presses of tongue, mouthing at her until she forgot all about the little aches. Breasts, she'd thought, silent and giddy, even if there wasn't anything really there. Yet.
Another month tacked on, when her calves and thighs were visibly larger, and she’d gained twenty pounds; all the weight going to various target areas on her body and none of the usuals. No paunchy beer gut or turkey wattles like the older males in her family; it was all going below the waist or above the ribs.
The day she’d gone out for a jog, only realizing halfway-through that her pec muscles had damn near liquefied what felt like overnight and were jiggling, well. That was also the day she arrived back home, panting and sweaty, tank top soaked through, to find Jared standing in the foyer, just home from work, and staring at her chest like he’d lost his mind.
In the end, he had.
He’d dropped the mail he’d been sifting through, bills and junk scattering, and they nearly burned a hole through the floor right there.
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Her favorite pair of panties, red lace with little ruffles near the top, go missing. She looks everywhere, tries to think back. The last time she wore them, Jared kept babbling about her ass and begged her to keep them on. He pulled the material out of the way and slipped inside, saying things, oh all sorts of outrageous, sentimental things he'd be embarrassed about later when he came back to life. But that was the last time she'd seen them.
She finds them a week later.
She strips the bed to do a load of wash and a flash of red material comes tumbling out from Jared's pillowcase. Hidden.
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“The younger the person, the stronger the hormones will take hold. The effects will be greater, more substantial,” a specialist had said, encouraging; she remembers that bit word for word.
In some aspects, she had it good right from the start. Long, sweepy lashes; full lips; a shock of green eyes and a cute nose that fit her face. She didn’t even mind the little bump. It was easier to go into stealth mode just using what she was born with, especially after her hair passed up shoulder length, smooth and strawberry blonde with sensible layers.
In others, it was anything but.
Before hormones, her shoulders were massive. She’d try on clothes and feel like a linebacker, all huge and obvious. Coltish. Weird. Just trying to be herself. She liked her height for the most part, generally ("I'm so fucking lucky, are you kidding? You're like a supermodel. But better," Jared liked to gush), but combined with a deep, somber voice it was almost cruel.
Jared though, softhearted, gigantic Jared - it's just one more thing she adores about him. He dwarfs her, has since forever, and she’s contented by that; safe. They look good together. Even when they’d walk through the halls at school, on the surface layer just two teenage boys rushing to get to gym class, she’d see their reflection in classroom windows and think, that’s good.
She gets her trachea shaved down and goes through voice training. Her shoulders and biceps shrink, her jawline gets softer, and steady electrolysis appointments keep her face delicate and fuzz free. She buys her first bra at Target, on a whim, just to see if something fits.
It's yellow and soft cotton, a simple t-shirt bra and to anyone else, nothing noteworthy. It's not even all that sexy. She fills out an A cup and stares at her frame, at her long legs, her slim neck, her hard earned rack. Jenny Ackles uses the Women's fitting room for the first time in her life and nobody even blinks. Supermodel, she can hear a Jared-voice saying through a sweet fog, and her eyes go hot and glassy in the mirror. Her smiles never usually hurt like this.
That’s so good.
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“I want you to come in my mouth,” Jared says one night, soft, like he’s telling a secret. It might be a confession though. He’s never asked for it before. Jenny blows out a ragged breath through her nose and resolutely doesn’t answer him. She can’t. Jenny can’t talk at all. It’s too hot, too pretty a picture, and she’s so fucking in love with him that he can bring her to her knees and destroy her, armed with nothing but a shy, dimpled smile. Scary.
Jared’s hand crawls up past her bellybutton, cups one smooth breast, and her thighs fall wider to give him more room.
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One of Jared’s coveted bedtime rituals, aside from coming up with different ways to get each other off before they have to set the alarm, is story time.
He usually tells some wild tale about lawn gnomes coming to life and smuggling peaches off their tree or how he thinks the two of them used to be circus performers in a past life (“I was a lion. You cracked my whip.” “You’re an idiot.”) or just something cool that happened in their years apart that he wishes Jenny had been there to see.
Tonight, it’s different.
“I had a friend once, you know,” he says. “I know, right? Me. Hard as that is to believe. He was kinda, he was a cool dude. Liked the same music as me, could hold a decent conversation, I mean, he was a total shorty but hey, ya win some.”
Jenny scoffs, already seeing where this is going.
“Don’t interrupt, sweetie. That’s rude.”
She digs her chin into his armpit but lets him continue. And she’s silent the entire time, listening, remembering everything exactly as he’s telling it, only from the opposite side, and without certain details and insider knowledge and when he's nearing the end of his tale, she starts to feel like someone’s delivered a blow to the back of her head. Harsh and swift and she's a mess. Because Jared’s version of their shared memories, all the things she’d never known, comes with insecure, longing looks and a multi-page list of times he’d tried to come clean but got too nervous and chickened out. His first crush.
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“Well, I had to move. And then he sort of had to go away for awhile too. But I didn't get to stay sad for too long because guess what? And this is the best part. You’re gonna love this.”
She makes a little noise, a verbal nod.
“My friend came back to me,” Jared says. He sounds so happy. He squeezes Jenny’s shoulder and the grip reaches all the way to the swelled knot of her heart. "Heroin addicts."
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After work one afternoon she stops by the mall to restock on makeup necessities; running low on concealer and bronzer, could do with a new lipgloss too, maybe.
She’s in and out quickly, a decently sized bag full of new stuff she can’t wait to get home and play with and on the way out, one of the perfume counter ladies stops her just to tell her that she loves her hair. Such a pretty girl. No recognition.
Jenny grins, toys with a strand, thanks her profusely, and distinctly recalls a time when she’d been in before, had that same lady ring her up, and clearest of all, the red hot humiliation that came with her little bag being handed over and the, “Here you are, sir. Have a lovely day.” that followed. Her grin lasts the entire ride home.
She parks her car, walks inside, and leaves a sloppy ring of cherry lipgloss on her stunned and gasping boyfriend's cock, just because she can.
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Check the hands. That's what some guys say. Chuckling with their office pals over guzzled bar beer and MMA fights; caustic jabs because they don't know. They'll never get it. Can’t change those knuckles.
She looks down at her own, at her thinned fingers and jutting wrist bones, takes inventory on what another perspective might see.
Her nails are baby pink, a golden-peach iridescence to them in different tilts of light, glossy and delicately feminine. Jared had walked in when she was painting her toes with the same shade, Pink Dragonfly the little label on the bottom said. He'd picked a gorgeous color that day at the supermarket.
Her hands. Maybe a bit larger, less diminutive than most. And that's okay. She’s got pretty nails and a light dusting of freckles and places on her palms that have been kissed by a boy who used to skateboard over to her parent’s house every night until the day he left town, and whatever it is that her hands say about her-
-she hopes they tell a whole story.
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All of this with extra-added size kink, and it's as if you looked into some crystal ball and discovered all of my very favorite things and included them in this fic. Thank you, so much, for taking this little prompt and making something so wonderful out of it. Absolutely beautiful from start to finish.
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♥ ♥
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It has been added to our Pinboard account, please let me know if you want me to change or add tags.
https://pinboard.in/u:spn_otpkink
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(the tags are just fine indeed.. i wasn't quite sure what to list kink-wise so the subject line was mainly warnings as this had no true kink one way or the other actually. so thank you!)
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Thank you for taking this prompt. It makes me so happy to see authors braving such sensitive subjects in this fandom. I love every new fic of its kind (when it's written with respect and care, of course) that I come across, and this is no exception. I wish I was feeling more articulate, because I'd love to give you a blow-by-blow of every single thing that I loved about your story, but suffice it to say that I loved your story.
Not OP, but yeah. Thanks. ♥
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thank you. ♥
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spruced up a bit and reposted at my journal here
thanks mods, for creating this wonderful new meme!
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