Retiring the Wank Bank.
Between schoolwork, a social life, and two other very time-consuming blogs, I just don’t have the time to keep the wankbank going. I’m going to leave it up so that people can browse the archives, but I will no longer be taking submissions.
Come hang out with me on my porn blog to see what I like to write.
Dean sitting on a chair, stroking himself as he watches Sam fucking himself on a monkey rocker that Dean had gotten him as a birthday present.
Raphael making love to Chuck, being as gentle as he possibly can and whispering endearments.
Dean tying Bela down and kissing her just a little harder than necessary before moving down to suck on her nipples until she’s wet and begging for him to just fuck her already. But he doesn’t, not yet. Oh no. He teases her more, eating her out until she cums before he finally fucks her until they’re both too worn out to move.
Dean can hear them together, every night since Cas showed up human he’s ended up in Sam’s bed, the two of them going at it for hours until they both fall asleep. And every night Dean strokes himself, wishing he had the courage to either ignore them, or go to them and see if he can join in. Bu until one of those things happens, he’ll lie in his bed, stroking himself, biting his lip to stop the moans that want to slip out, imagining just how they look together, naked, writhing in pleasure.
Sam’s wearing a short little skirt, bending over to wipe down the bar, his hair falling in front of his face when Dean walks in. He can feel his brother behind him and looks over his shoulder with a wink. Sam let’s out a shaky breath as Dean lifts his skirt up, resting it on his back, before slowly pulling down Sam’s panties. He moans in anticipation, almost screaming out Dean’s name when he’s entered, Dean fucking him hard and fast, calling him a good little girl the whole time.
Being possessed by a demon, Sam and Dean each giving me this hungry look, then proceeding to fuck the demon right out of me, hard.
I can't stop thinking about 15 year old Sammy spread out underneath his big brother, whimpering and whining and screaming Deans name. And Dean keeps teasing him, bringing him to the edge and then pulling him right back using his tongue, his fingers, his cock, anything.
FallenAngel!Demon!Sam traveling in the phantom impala from hell with archdemon!Dean with this face.
Doing what they want when they want as foes to hunters, angels and the supernatural alike, descending into an urban legend among hunters as former hunters turned hellspawn. Pillars of insanity, excess, violence and incestuous sex and not caring who sees.
Sam tying me to the bed, legs spread wide. Fucking me while whispering what he’s going to be doing to me all. night. long.