#jeffxjensen

[rosereddawn]

Supernatural RPF. Jeff/Jensen. 1600 words. M. fluffy domestic kink (d/s, bondage, painplay) uwu

[rosereddawn]

Jeff/Jensen. Mature. 2300 words. Post-apocalypse AU with a little bondage.

[rosereddawn]

Jeff/Jensen. Adult. 2300 words. Breathplay, faceslapping, consensual.

[rosereddawn]

There’s a clarity to the world, simpler and dressed down in the aftermath. Jeff/Jensen. Adult. 1k. Fluffy bdsm aftercare.

[wheresyourmoose-blog]

JDM/Jensen Ackles. BDSM please, collar included?

dsjgndfnhjdfnh oh my god, yes.Okay, okay, here I go.(I might be writing more for these, so... :3)

Jensen was securely held to the bed, his wrists and ankles cuffed in leather restraints, and he writhed on the bed in anticipation. This had only been his second encounter with Jeffrey like this, and his cock was hardening against his stomach as he thought about what was going to happen. The sound of footsteps in the corridor made Jensen's heart thud in his chest and he swallowed hard, pulling on the restraints in excitement.

When Jeffrey came into the room, he was wearing his usual outfit - they had just come in from shooting Supernatural and was still dressed as John Winchester - and Jensen made a low whining noise in the back of his throat. By now, his cock was hard and laying against his lower abdomen, just waiting to be touched - or ignored, as Jeffrey usually didn't touch him.

"Look at you, all hard and ready for me like a good bitch." Jensen moaned at the words, until Jeffrey got closer and clamped a hand down over his mouth, silencing him. "Didn't say you could moan, now did I?" The younger man shook his head and then laid completely still until Jeffrey took his hand away and smiled down at him. "Such a pretty little bitch, 'mm?"

Jensen bit back a whine at the compliment and nodded his head slowly, barely squeaking out a 'yes sir' before Jeffrey was rewarding him with a quick stroke of his cock. His hips bucked forward and Jensen bit on his lower lip to keep the noises in, immediately tasting blood in his mouth. It was insane that this kind of sick perversion could turn him on, but Jensen didn't love it any less - if anything, he loved it more, and he would never get tired of being Jeffrey's bitch.

"Got you something while I was out the other day," Jeffrey pulled a black, sleek leather collar out from his back pocket and leaned over the bed, pressing a knee into the mattress. "Want everyone to know you're mine." The words came out as a growl and Jensen trembled at them, craning his neck to look at the collar in his Master's hands. The sight of the inch-wide leather with a single o-ring on the front made Jensen even harder, and a whimper rumbled deep in his chest.

Jeffrey laughed and leaned down, undoing the collar before slipping it around Jensen's throat, immediately clasping it. When it was snug around his Bitch's throat, Jeffrey pulled away and looked down at Jensen; his face and chest flush, and his cock laying at the base of his stomach, rock hard. As his eyes scanned up and down the slave's body, Jeffrey contemplated what he'd do first, as he began unzipping his jeans.