#mean dean

[ghoulmeatt]

Sam squirming while Dean holds his achingly hard dick in his mouth, not sucking, just cockwarming him, spit dripping past his obscenely stretched and pretty lips and down Sam's balls.

And Sam's like, "Please, Dean..I'm so close, just, just let me-" and tries thrusting up into his big brothers mouth, hands reaching down to grip his short hair, but Dean pulls off and walks away, leaving Sam desperate, cock spitwet and twitching and so, so leaky.

[queer-as-in]

Sam spends most of his waking hours worried that Dean will find out something he shouldn’t. That he’ll see Sam with Ruby or ask about the copper on Sam’s breath, that he’ll ask about hunts where Sam snuffed demons out like candles.

All things considered, Dean stumbling into the room when Sam’s taking it up the ass probably doesn’t compare to most of the things he could’ve accidentally walked in on. Somehow that doesn’t make Sam feel any better about the fact that Dean barged in two hours early and chased a grown man with his pants around his ankles out of the hotel room into the muggy night.

When Dean comes back in, tucking his gun into his waistband, Sam takes a deep breath, ready for a fight. But he doesn’t get a word out before Dean glances down into his lap where he’s exposed and gone soft.

Sam cringes.

“Why the hell are you bleeding? What did he-”

"Back off, Dean. It's not a big deal."

Sam yanks the sheet off the bed, covering himself up as best he can from a sitting position. The blood running down his thigh soaks right through the thin white fabric.

“You let that redneck motherfucker cut on you?”

Sam rolls his eyes, really regretting all the decisions that led up to him arguing about this while sweaty, bleeding, and leaking lube.

“I didn’t just 'let him cut on me'," he snaps. "I asked him to do it, begged him.”

Dean steps up to him, towers over him so fast that Sam flinches. “Chrissakes, Sam, how you could possibly be so goddamn stupid as to let a stranger run his knife all over you?”

Sam schools his face into unconcerned petulance when he looks up, like Dean’s anger isn’t making him nervous.

“Oh, is that what this is about? His ‘knife?’”

He honestly doesn’t see it coming when Dean knocks him back flat on the bed. He hits with an involuntary, punched-out sound, the sheet falling open around one hip.

Dean’s on top of him, heavy and warm, when he snarls, “If you wanted someone to hurt you so bad, you should’ve just asked.”

Sam’s not sure when he got hard again, but he’s throbbing under Dean’s weight and the rough denim of his jeans. He presses his hips up just a little to feel the pinching drag.

“Think your knife can handle it?”

Sam sucks in a breath, savoring the hurt in his chest as Dean puts the flat of his hand there and pushes, holding him down. Dean throws off the sheet where it’s stuck to Sam’s thigh, spreads Sam’s legs wider so he can really see the line of five mostly-even marks.

Dean tugs his favorite knife out of his boot and Sam’s stomach lurches, cock twitching when Dean lays the blade right in the deepest of the wounds.

It's far sharper than the pocketknife Sam’s one night stand used, he barely has to press before blood streams freely down Sam’s leg.

Dean’s smile is every bit as sharp and lethal as the weapon he has hovering near Sam’s femoral artery.

“Don’t worry, Sammy. You’re dealing with a professional.”

[roughridingrednecks]

Mean Dean in Florida

[princessrhcenyra]

TURKEY DROP (2019)

#this movie has ALL the tropes #awkwardly forced to shower together trope? ✅

[onlyherefortaron]

why does this gif literally scream dad to me

like the way he walks in is like he’s about to say “you guys ready to rock n roll?”

[selinavizari]

Filthy Character Friday:  Dirty Dean Karny

Word Count: 1558 Rating: SMUT OF COURSE. ;) Re-watched Bilionaire Boys Club and I was inspired. Hope you enjoy.

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The new wave synth pop bumped throughout the swank night club. The rhythm was infectious. I swayed my hips from side to side in my skin tight red dress. My friends were in a complete trance dancing alongside of me. The drinks were flowing and I was floating. Electricity was in the air. We were bathed in flashing neon lights. My eyes scanned the room and there was a man watching me. He was black clad and seated at a round table. I continued to twirl and gyrate… he was still watching. Even from this distance, I could tell he was good-looking. The kind of good-looking that turns heads and here he was... looking at me. Ever so often he would sip from his glass of wine, chat with his people and return his gaze back to me. I wanted to see if he was going to pursue. He could have been gawking at someone else for all I know. I slowed down and let the girls know I was going to the bar to get a drink. Somehow I managed to get the bartender’s attention and ordered a White Russian. As I waited for him to concoct my drink, I pulled out my compact mirror to inspect my hair and makeup. Everything was still intact but I could use some hairspray. Thank goodness, I didn’t sweat too bad. The mystery man walked behind me and signaled the bartender. He leaned over and requested, “I’ll have what she’s having and put the lady on my tab.” I looked up at him and he was gorgeous. His sharp jawline, sleek haircut, and devilish smirk made my heart flutter. I caught the glint of his Rolex. I adjusted my straps. He turned his attention towards me. “My name is Dean. What’s yours?”

The music was blasting so I leaned towards his ear and answered. He leaned towards mine. “Y/N. Such a pretty name. You had some nice moves out on the floor.” His breath was warm against my earlobe. I beamed. “Thanks, Dean. Couldn’t help but to notice you were checking me out.” The bartender presented us our drinks. I took a sip awaiting his response. He shook his head and bit his lip. “That obvious, huh? How could I not notice? You’re sexy. Everyone noticed you. I have the guts to come over and try to take what I want.” He undressed me with eyes. Take me, he says... I wanted to taste him. I crossed my legs and sipped my drink. It was quite strong. We stared at each for what felt like forever. He downed his drink in a matter of seconds without breaking his stare. My eyes widened. He leaned towards my ear. When he brushed passed my cheek, his skin was smooth. The aroma of his aftershave was refreshing. I breathed it in deeply. Dean made a proposition. “I want to have sex with you. If you’re offended, feel free to throw that drink right in my face. If not… drink the rest of it the same way I did.” The aftershave aroma lingered. He leaned back away from me and braced himself for what may or may not happen. I placed the glass down and stared back at him with my best poker face. He raised an eyebrow and I glanced at my drink. The suspense was killing him. Then I picked it up and pretended to toss it at him. He flinched. I threw my head back and cackled. Dean sneered.“Oh, you are hilarious! I like you. So…?” He licked his lips and leaned closer to me. I lifted the straw towards my lips and didn’t break eye contact either. The glass was moist in my hand. I sucked the straw until I could taste the watery ice at the bottom of the glass. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. I wanted...I needed him. Dean stood up straight and grabbed my hand. I almost toppled over the stool. My dress was hiked up for a moment and I tugged it down with my free hand. We maneuvered our way through the dense crowd teeming with rowdy, drunk party people. Where was he taking me, I thought. We went out the backdoor exit and headed towards the street where a stretch white limo was parked. I switched my hips as we strutted across the street. My heels clacked against the asphalt. Dean walked towards the drivers window and released my hand. I stood on the sidewalk shuffling my feet feeling a bit awkward. He leaned into the window to speak to the driver. I overheard him whispering. “There’s an extra $200 for you... if you take a walk for about… let’s say 20-25 minutes, okay?” I caught a glimpse of Benjamin Franklin’s face betwixt his fingers. The driver nodded, pocketed the bills and exited the vehicle. Dean winked at him. With his hands in his pockets, he strolled towards me as I leaned against the limo. Every step dripped with swagger. He opened up the door and I slid inside. Our bodies were illuminated by the nearby streetlights. He lunged towards me and kissed hard. His hands were all over my body and he pulled up my dress. I felt the leather upholstery rub against my bare cheeks and pulled down my thong. I tossed it without a second thought. Dean wriggled out of his blazer. I watched him fumble with his belt buckle and leaned over to help him. My knees were bent on the backseat. I’m thankful for dark tinted windows. If they weren’t there someone would have gotten one hell of a show with me on all fours. I reached inside his snug briefs, and stroked until he was hard. Gasps escaped his lips as he leaned his head all the way back. I pulled down his slacks a little further and his erect dick sprung out. I proceeded to wrap my lips around it and bobbed up and down. After taking in his entire length, I picked up the pace. Dean moaned. “Oh, yes. Yes. Like that.” His voice was raspy. The delicious wet, slurping sounds filled the air. He moved strands of my hair away from face so that he could have a better look. From my peripheral vision, I could tell how every suck and lick stimulated him. My tongue massaged it’s head. I felt his hand grip my ass and a finger slip inside my wet nether regions. He began to massage my clit. That made me lose focus. My moans were muffled. I began to stroke him after I wiped my mouth. My lipstick was smeared and I didn’t give a fuck. His dick was slippery with saliva and juices. I climbed up and straddled Dean. His girth and the angle fit inside of me perfectly. I began to ride him slowly at first. We both gasped. He held me close; my breasts were spilling out of dress. He yanked it down along with my bra. My outfit bunched around my abdomen. I rocked my hips in a circle. Dean sucked and licked my nipples. His tongue flicking drove me wild. My legs were trembling as he grabbed my ass with both hands. His face contorted in ecstasy and I was on the verge of climaxing. His dick thrusted in and out. I couldn’t believe all of this was happening. My jaw dropped as I stared into his eyes. I felt possessed, “I want you to come in my mouth.”

“Seriously? That’s so fucking hot.” Dean breathed.

He thrusted upward and pounded until I screamed. I held him tightly as my eyes rolled back. Waves of pleasure pulsated through my body. I came and tightened myself around his member. The sudden feeling caught him off guard and pushed him over the edge. “F-fuck. Gonna come.” I slide off and dropped to my knees. I continued to suck him off and swallowed the entire load. He tasted amazing. Dean shuddered, “Fuck…. That was....” He was out of breath and gulped. “Update from what I said at the bar: I really like you.” I sat on floor and let out an exhausted chuckle.

Tap-tap. Someone was trying to get in the limo. A few people were outside the backseat window. “Fuck.” I groaned. I scrambled to piece my outfit back to together. I dug around for my thong. Dean struggled to get his pants back on. As soon as we were decent, he rolled down the window a few inches.

“Hi, Joe.” Dean mumbled like a kid caught red handed in the cookie jar.

“Hi, Dean.” Joe greeted him flatly.

“We’re trying to get back to the place. The rest of us and Sydney noticed the limo rocking from side to side...We saw you leave with that girl. I put two and two together... Are you two done or…? You didn’t make a mess, did ya Dean? Please tell me you didn’t!”

Dean offered him a big mischievous grin. “No, we didn’t.” He looked back me and waggled his eyebrows. I blushed and shook my head.

“Do you want to come to my mansion?” Dean inquired.

“Our mansion, Dean.” Joe interrupted and rolled his eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Um… hell yeah?”

This night of debauchery had only just begun.

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I was thinking of making a series of Dirty Dean stories full of 80s decadence: sex, drugs, money. What do you guys think?

[arlessiar]

Taron Egerton as Dean Karny in Billionaires Boys Club

[roughridingrednecks]

Mean Dean in Florida