Written for @spnpolybingo​​​​​ Title: Strawberry JamPairing(s): Dean/Castiel/AaronWord Count: 2309Rating: NC-17/Explicit/AdultTags: poly/group, asexual!Castiel, aromantic!Dean, foodplay, jam used as lube, kissing, anal sex, oral sex, rimming, mild D/s, voyeurism, voyeur!Castiel, exhibitionism@spnpolybingo​​ Square: Aaron Castiel Dean AO3 Link – Strawberry Jam – “C’mere,” Aaron says, and Cas happily slides over on the couch, snuggling up to Aaron. There’s …

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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Word Count: 18k
Alternate Link:  AO3

Warnings/Kinks/Tags: Dean/Castiel, Master/slave AU, Master!Castiel, Slave!Dean, Grey-Asexual/Aromantic!Castiel, Aromantic!Dean, Domestic Discipline, Discipline Spanking, Paddling, Caning, Bondage, Blowjobs

Summary:  Dean doesn’t know what to expect when Master Chuck, the loving owner he and other family members had grown up with, transfers ownership of him to Castiel Novak, the black sheep of the family who doesn’t want a slave, who doesn’t know what to do with one, and who never asked for this.

A/N:  There are consent issues, but only because this is a Master/slave universe, and Dean has no choice in the discipline.  Any and all sexual contact is as consensual as it can be in this ‘verse, and there is NO underage sexual contact.  I’ve included spoilers at the bottom of the AO3 page if you need them.

BTW, this particular fic was #9 on This List from the other day 🙂

destieldrabblesdaily:

destieldrabblesdaily:

Anonymous asked: Have you ever written anything with asexual!Cas? If not, would you ever in the future?

Author’s note: Many other followers have also requested this, so this one’s for all of you. 🙂 

“Cas? You home,
buddy?”

The question
echoed through the dark apartment as Dean called out to his friend. When there
was no response from his roommate, Dean frowned and switched the lights on.

He was
late; things had been insanely busy at Lafitte’s Bakery this week, and Dean’s
boss Benny had begged him to stay a little longer today. Dean, being the
dedicated employee that he was, had agreed.

Dean
shrugged as he crossed the living room, aiming for his own room, planning to
take a shower and change into some flour-free clothes; Cas was probably staying
late at the office as well, Cas’ dickhead of a boss Mr. Adler made him work
late more often than not.

Whistling
along to some lame pop song that was stuck in his head, Dean darted down the
hallway, only to come to a very abrupt halt when he passed Castiel’s room. The
door was ajar, the room bathing in darkness. There was the muffled sound of
sniffling.

“Cas?” Dean
called again, hesitating to enter the room, even though it was clear that his
friend was in there.

No
reaction.

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