#gentledomcas

[lizstiel]

@gentledomcas keeps taking me out with their baby jack headcanons so this is my retaliation!!! pictures that they have hung up on their fridge!!!!!!!

[onlyonekenobi]

A little vignette of D/s deancas. I’ve got something very special in the works and realized I needed to post a little background scene to give it some context. So, here’s that! I’ve decided to turn this universe into a series over an ao3, if you want to check it out. there’s no explicit content in this vignette, but there will be in other parts of the story, so minors dni please. without further ado, please enjoy “I Am”!

“I’m so sorry, Castiel,” were the first, rushed words out of Dean’s mouth.

Cas looked up from where he sat stiffly at the kitchen table, reading glasses slipped halfway down his nose.

He jumped up to meet Dean at the door before the words, “Dean, what happened, are you okay?” were fully out of his mouth.

Two grocery bags dropped to the floor as frustrated tears welled in Dean’s eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he repeated, “there was an accident-”

“An accident?”

“Not me, just on the road, but I got stuck, and of course my stupid frickin phone died so I couldn’t even call you, and I didn’t even want to be on that side of town anyway except they didn’t have your ice cream at our regular store, but I know it was supposed to be part of this whole thing, so I didn’t want to come home without it, so I just thought I could try the other store- I thought I had time- I did have time, I should have had time, except for the traffic, which I should have thought of, but I didn’t even think- and then you were just here, waiting, and-”

“Dean.”

He blinked up- not quite leaving his spiraling reverie-, as Cas placed a gentle hand on his chest. Sweet as it was, it still felt firm. Solid, just like him.

“I’m so sorry.” Dean’s voice was weak this time; deflated, nearly a plea.

“Dean,” Cas whispered back- a plea all its own- “I was worried; not angry.” He rubbed small circles onto Dean’s chest, an exercise they had done many times before. Breathe with me. “The grocery store not having something isn’t your fault. Bad traffic isn’t your fault-”

“But I should have-”

“No.” Cas’s voice was firm. “You called me Castiel when you came inside. Did you mean that? You want to initiate?”

Dean was silent for only a moment. “Yes, Castiel.”

“Oh, sweet boy,” Cas murmured, cupping his free hand to Dean’s jaw, “then I know you want to listen.” Dean’s eyes had hardly gone to his feet when Cas said, so gently, “Look at me, sweet boy.”

Dean did.

“We had negotiated for a scene when you got home today. That doesn’t mean we’re beholden to it. If you’re too upset, we can- and I would like to- do something else instead. If you still want to do this, though, we’ll just take some time now to calm down and reset before we start. Is that something you would want to do?”

Even as Cas continued rubbing calming circles into Dean’s chest, his voice came out tight and breathless. “Yes, Castiel.”

Slowly, Cas nodded. Dean felt as Cas raised his other arm, cupping his face in both hands now. He felt as Cas’s hands brushed down his neck, over his shoulders, down his arms. As Cas gingerly squeezed both his hands.

“Come with me,” Cas murmured, guiding them both into the next room and onto the couch. He instructed Dean to sit and then lie back, cradling Dean’s head in the crook of his own shoulder.

“I’m going to ask you a question, and I want you to answer. Do you understand?”

He felt a single, firm squeeze on his hand; Yes, Castiel.

Cas sighed, screwing his eyes shut for just a moment. Oh, Dean. “For the rest of this conversation,” he soothed, “I’d like you to answer verbally, if you can.” Cas rubbed more lulling circles into Dean’s back, trying to give him a moment to just breathe.

“Are you good?” he finally asked.

Safely nestled into Cas’s side, Dean burned. He couldn’t even unbury his face to look up.

The silence became tangible, its own character in the dialogue.

“Oh, sweet boy. Look at me.” Cas guided Dean’s face out from where it was hiding in his shoulder, kissing slowly at the worry lines in his forehead. “You are good.”

Dean stayed frozen, exactly as Cas left him.

Cas sighed again, small and sad.

“Are you good?” he asked again.

Seconds passed before Dean uttered a barely audible “yes.”

“Mhm, that’s wonderful, sweet boy. Yes, you are. Now, when I ask you that again, I want you to respond in the affirmative by saying ‘I am good.’ Do you understand?”

This time Dean’s mouth said yes before his brain really registered what was happening, and Cas smiled softly.

“Are you good?”

The silence spoke again as Dean’s agreement caught up with him; but he had made the agreement, after all.

“‘m good,” he finally mumbled, hardly loud enough to register.

“Enunciate,” Cas encouraged him.

The “I am good,” came out on a breath, small. Cas kissed Dean’s forehead again.

“Very good. Now, keep that pattern. Are you deserving of love?”

Dean cast his eyes down.

Cas waited.

And waited.

“I am deserving of love.”

“Yes, you are. And are you mine?"

"I am yours."

This sentiment came out far more easily than the others- a fact not lost on Castiel.

"You are mine," he murmured gently, pausing to kiss Dean’s temples and forehead. To cradle his face. To look him directly in the eye.

"You're mine because you want to be,” he gleamed. “And because I want you to be. You're mine because you're brave enough and strong enough and selfless enough to give yourself to me. Before you're mine, sweet boy, you are your own. Every day you wake up belonging to yourself, and you choose to give yourself to me instead. Do you understand how incredible that is? It's so powerful.”

A gorgeous heat was creeping across Dean’s face and neck, but Cas wasn’t done. Dean needed to hear all of this; to know it. “It's beautiful,” he went on. “You're beautiful. And I am awed by you. By how good you are, in every sense of the word. I am the luckiest man on earth, that you chose me to trust with yourself. And it's my job to prove to you how lucky I am, to make you aware of what a gift you are. As long as you're mine, I want to take impossibly good care of you, because that's what you deserve. Do you understand that?"

The words were clamoring like church bells in Dean's mind, but he still managed to nod. He managed to hear as Cas asked once more, "Now, are you good?"

"I am good," he breathed again, and this time he almost believed it.

"Are you deserving of love?"

"I am deserving of love."

Cas kissed his forehead again and smoothed down his hair. Dean preened into the touch.

"And you are loved- so loved. Tell me you're loved."

"I am loved," was accompanied by a blush. Dean saw his favorite smile- gentle and dark- settle onto Cas's face.

"Tell me you're mine."

“I am yours, Castiel.”

Cas’s grin curled into something playful and wicked at the honorific. He stroked a hand through Dean’s hair again.

“Good, sweet boy,” he murmured. “Now, come with me.”

[chocolatecakecas]

putting “co-created a national holiday” on my resume

working women(gn) of the desticule🤝💖

[spnblrcrushes2]

gentledomcas my bestie

@gentledomcas

[gentledomcas]

psa @deancasology is a blog just full of what appears to be stolen caps/gifs/edits etc. they stole my cas edit (https://gentledomcas.tumblr.com/post/651110176907231232/he-a-truck-ad-model-no-more-girls-in-bikinis-only) and deleted it after my friends and i called them out but didn’t say a word. just a friendly heads up xoxoxo

(also yes apparently i was following them don’t ask me why cause idk. it’s def not a blog i would follow nowadays cause they hardly have any original content and also...steal stuff lmao)

[tearsofgrace]

whats our wedding color scheme

omg omg

um

blue and green 💙💚 but also black 🖤

[spnbestiesanonymous]

@gentledomcas love u

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[onlyonekenobi]

if they take it out the bedroom what’s it look like to u

okay first of all i one hundred percent think they have protocol and covert (mostly non-verbal) signs for when they're in public so jot that down (russian to the altar cas-hand-on-dean-lower-back i am looking directly at you) one of the things is definitely for I Saw You Being A Brat Just Then, And Don't Think We Won't Talk About That Later >:)

outside of that though i don't think they'd like risking being exhibitiony, esp in vanilla spaces- i think those little secret things would be exciting enough for them. k*nk spaces would potentially be a whole different ballgame, dean would Love getting to visibly and publicly Belong to Cas

but for non bedroom/non sexual other house scenarios? hoo boy:

4lw was so right to have dean kneeling in the kitchen. that's literally his turf this is the dean thesis

also i think at some point dean has to just sit in a chair in the kitchen while cas makes HIM dinner and dean just has to sit there and he's not allowed to move or speak and he just has to Let Him he has to accept the act of care AND he can't micromanage it. horrible <3

dean tied to a chair in the living room forced to watch a sappy movie and then listen to cas list off all the things he loves about him and repeat them back to him

Cas Hand Feeds Dean While Dean Is At His Feet. Regularly.

dean makes one too many jokes about "i could be a top" so cas sits him down on the couch and puts on disco music and tells dean he can turn it off when he ties a perfect line of single column knots up cas's arm. dean is suddenly harrowed to realize he has actually never not once paid attention

cas giving dean a cash allowance and waiting on a bench outside while he sends dean into ~the store~ to buy........... clothes........... or.................. activity enhancers......... of his choosing. similarly, cas telling dean they're going to split up and sending dean with a list to go grocery shopping while he knows CAS is in ~the store~ but does NOT know what he's buying

and yeah them just....... just constantly keeping watch of and doing little things for each other, gauging the other's moods and needs, cas always knowing when to put his hand on the small of dean's back to ground him, dean coming up next to/behind cas and standing with his hands casually behind his back with the front of his left shoulder brushing the back of cas's right shoulder to ground HIM.........