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Master Index: Filthy Mind ‘Verse, by rivkat
This page has links to all the chapters of the Filthy Mind 'Verse.

“Filthy Mind” -- Despite what the title would imply, this is not a non-stop porn story. Dean is being sexually attacked on a nightly basis by some sort of incorporeal entities, and for the longest time they can't figure out what's doing it or why. The tragic part is that Dean forces himself to adapt to the situation, even as Sam is going beserk trying to find a way to stop it. I always enjoy a pissed off and angry Sam, and he is scary as hell here.

“An Act I Would Enjoy” -- This story actually is mostly porn, but is serves the story. Sam and Dean both have a lot of psychic scars left over after the events of "Filthy Mind," and work to overcome them.
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  first.time  established  explicit  top!Sam  dean/ocs  curse  sex.magic  non-con  dean:affected  dean:hurt  sam:powers  bondage  season:unknown  length:30001-35000  author:rivkat 
march 2014 by morgana
Angels in the architecture, by rivkat
"Sam and Dean in the Firefly dimension."

{' Sam opened his mouth, looking so much like Simon embarrassed on account of River that Mal was almost dizzy with it. "You should let him," River said before Sam could speak. "It'll make things easier when the angels return."

"Simon," Jayne said, pushing back from the table, "she ain't supposed to be this crazy no more."

But the Winchester brothers looked like that meant something entirely too specific to them. "You gentlemen have somethin' you want to share with us?" Mal asked, soft-like.

"They didn't know," River said. "They thought they'd gone far enough. You can't fly past where they can find you," she told the brothers. Then, without moving her eyes from them, she addressed Mal: "We have to take them with us. If we don't, we all die. If we do, only some will." The silence this time was even more profound.

Sam spoke first. "You're a psychic? You see the future?"

River smiled, and every hair on Mal's body stood up. "So do you."

Sam swallowed. "That's not—not any more." Simon jolted at that; he'd been too busy glowering at Dean to pay much attention to Sam, but Sam's words put him right on a different track.

River tilted her head, like seeing him from a different angle would make him easier to understand. For all Mal knew, it worked for her. "Both of you are seeing the future right now."

"Sam," Dean said, the way Mal would have said Zoe's name if things were about to get bloody. Mal eased himself another few centimeters back from the table and adjusted his gun.

We might not have a choice," Sam said, still staring at River. "If you can help us, we'd—"

"Okay," Mal said, because he had a nasty suspicion that these boys were going to end up on his ship, and maybe he'd seen the blackest trouble that could come from letting a pair of messed-up siblings stay a while, but maybe he hadn't. "Now, we're gonna back this conversation up until we fill in the little details that River here considers unimportant. You might oughta start with the angels."

"Is that—is it anything like the men with the blue hands?" Simon chimed in.

Both Sam and Dean looked hornswoggled, one hundred percent ignorant.

"No," River said, and Mal closed his eyes, because he could already hear what came next, "it's worse." ‘”}
supernatural  sam  dean  castiel  mal  river  simon  crossover:spn-firefly  length:1-5000  author:rivkat 
january 2014 by morgana
Rough Riders, by rivkat
Summary: “From two spnkinkmeme prompts seeking a Sam who likes rough sex and a Dean who doesn’t nearly like it nearly as much, but won’t admit that until Sam figures it out. Additional contents: fantasy/roleplay noncon.”

{‘ “I like where this is going,” Sam said gently, the big fat liar. “But last time, you did something for me. How about this time I do something for you?”

Dean just stared at him.

“What would you like?”

“Sex,” Dean said, mulish. “Fucking, I like fucking, what the fuck, Sam—?”

Sam settled his hands on Dean’s waist. “*How* do you want it?”

“You know how!” Dean protested. “My ass, your dick, it’s not complicated.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, and he looked regretful, half-smiling, “I kinda think it is.”

Dean stared at him.

Eventually, Sam sighed and began talking again. “I was furious at myself at first, because I should’ve known better than to assume you’d speak up if there was something you weren’t getting. And then I was furious at you, because you *didn’t* speak up, and it’s insulting. You didn’t trust me to do that for you. You’d rather suffer in silence because being a martyr is easier than telling me the truth. But that’s you, which I already knew.”

That was some bullshit, because Dean knew *suffering,* and taking it up the ass was not it. Okay, maybe Dean hadn’t wanted to find out if Sam wasn’t willing to trade off what he liked best for what worked for Dean. There were some things it was better not to know for sure. Anyway everything had been fine, *fine,* until Dean had fucked it up.

Sam put a hand on Dean’s cheek, drawing their faces closer together. “And the thing is, Dean, all the aggravation, all the shit you pull, I don’t care. You’re it for me. You’re everything. I want to give you what you give me. So fucking open your mouth and tell me what you want, or show me if you can’t say it. *Trust* me. I can’t promise I’ll get everything right, but I can promise to keep trying.”

Dean couldn’t—Sam was so fucking stubborn, that vow was even halfway believable, but the more Dean was work, the easier it would be for Sam to leave again.

“Was it the dirty talk?” Sam asked, *kind,* and Dean’s hands clenched into fists. “Okay, no, or not really.” Damn the kid for knowing him too well. “Was it—did you want to be *seduced*?” His breath caught on the last word.

Dean wanted, more than anything, an honest-to-God Batsignal, so there’d be something to interrupt Sam.

“Maybe it’s some macho thing that’d make me want to smack you if you could actually say it. I love you and I want you, and I can deal with you not being able to talk about this, us, because I do know it’s fucked up. But I need something, man.”

“You don’t have to,” Dean made himself say.

Sam huffed and brought their foreheads together. “I know. What is it I don’t have to do again?” ‘}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!sam  bunker  season:8  length:5001-10000  author:rivkat 
july 2013 by morgana
Drown Me in Your Reign (the Wounded Seams remix), by rivkat
Takes place shortly after episode 6.22, "The Man Who Knew Too Much," when the wall in Sam's head comes down. Told from Sam's POV, and it shows how much the two of them love one another despite everything going wrong in the world.

{' Dean’s kisses are Sam’s only home. They’re almost never desperate; even when they’ve narrowly escaped death, Dean kisses like they have an infinity of time, like each kiss is a link in a chain that stretches on unbroken into the unseen future. Sam’s wondered if this is another illusion of security Dean creates for them, but it’s real even if it’s pretend. He wishes he could soak Dean into himself like the rainstorm, even if he wouldn’t really want Dean to have to share anything that’s under his skin. He wishes a lot of things, but when Dean is kissing him there’s limited room for regret. '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  established  explicit  top!Sam  shower.sex  sam:re-souled  season:6  length:1-5000  author:rivkat 
september 2012 by morgana
Full Service Firm, by rivkat
Summary: "Jensen's ego is stinging four weeks after being dumped by his long time boyfriend. He's been turning down guys left and right because, while he wouldn't mind some nice, no-strings-attached sex, he's more than a little scared of any kind of rejection. Enter the hot guy in the expensive suit who's been drinking the bar's best all night. Jensen nearly swallows his tongue when hot guy sidles up and says he'll pay double Jensen's going rate if he agrees to leave right the fuck now. Jensen's more than a little peeved that the guy thinks he's a hooker, but when he names an outrageous price off the top of his head, and the guy agrees without blinking an eye, he feels all his insecurities vanish. At least until a few months later when he realizes he may be in love with his one and only regular."

So Jensen's an overworked lawyer by day, and a hooker every other weekend or so. Jared is deliciously toppy.
j2  jared/jensen  rps  explicit  au  jensen:hooker  jensen:pretend.hooker  length:10001-15000  author:rivkat 
september 2010 by morgana
Better Angels, by RivkaT
Coda to 4.22, "Lucifer Rising." Lucifer manifests, but he doesn't take over the body they expected.

{' When Dean blinked, his eyes were stars, hazy and glowing, but somehow also black, like holes cut in the world.

Sam staggered back. The sound that tore from him was almost metallic. He went to his knees again, the shock of hitting the stone turning his bones to ice. "No," he moaned. He'd fucked up, but the cost was so far beyond inconceivable, so much worse than the end of the world—*Dean.* He'd thought he couldn't do worse than send Dean to Hell. "No, please, take me. Take me instead."

Dean—Lucifer—smiled, tenderly. The expression was cruelty concentrated, given how far gone Dean would have to be before he'd be tender. "Sorry, Sammy," he said. "An angel can't just use any old human, you know. You're kind of full up on the used-to-be-human-demon-blood anyway—makes you kind of crowded—and this body's got Cas's mark on it, which is what I needed to make the connection." '}
supernatural  sam/dean  wincest  non-explicit  castiel  lucifer  coda:4.22  season:4  length:5001-10000  author:rivkat 
may 2009 by morgana

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