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blue_icy_roseTitle: Corrupted Desire
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,183
Spoilers: Post-Chosen, Post-Born Under a Bad Sign
Summary: Sam takes the final step in making Dawn his and gets one step closer to turning her completely away from the Scoobies.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Note: I wrote this for the latest challenge atspn_btvs, where we got to choose from a list of prompts. My prompt was "Dawn/Evil!Sam - the joy of corruption NC-17". This is the result. Hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome.
Sam fought back a smirk as he glanced over at Dawn. She was so innocent and she didn’t even realize it. Instead she was hell bent on proving herself to the others, proving that she wasn’t a kid who needed to be taken care of.
It was that desire that made her so easy to manipulate.
Not to mention it was just plain fun.
There was only one last thing to do to ensure her loyalty to him and it definitely wasn’t something he was going to mind.
After that, it would be a simple matter to turn her completely away from her family. She had already begun to use dark magic and it was changing her. It didn’t matter anymore that he had told her that they were using these spells to save people. Each time she used one of those spells, she lost a bit of herself. Of course, the best part was that as a result, she’d begun to trust him more.
He was sure that her sister knew something was off about him but he hadn’t done anything to make them think he was anything other than what he claimed to be—a hunter going after the demon who had killed his parents. Once she’d heard his story, Dawn had become determined to help him and that had been his opportunity to get her to start using dark magic.
Sam smiled as he closed the door behind him. “I really do appreciate every thing you’ve done to help me out, Dawn.”
“I want to. You deserve to get revenge after everything this demon’s done to you.” She tilted her head back so that she was looking up at him. “I’ll do whatever I can to help, Sam.”
Leaning down, Sam kissed the side of Dawn’s neck. “You already are.” He let his smile turn into a smirk when he felt Dawn suck in a breath at the feel of his lips on her skin. He knew for a fact that between school, helping out the Watcher’s Council and the overprotective tendencies of Buffy and her friends that Dawn hadn’t ever really gotten the chance to have a serious relationship.
I should send Buffy a thank you note after this. He held back a laugh as he imagined the look on her face if he followed through on that one.
He bit down and felt a flash of satisfaction when he felt Dawn press herself closer to him. His lips skimmed down her neck, pausing at her collar. Dawn’s hands came up and pushed him back slightly. She kept her eyes on his as she reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head.
Sam stared at her for a few moments; smile widening as her skin flushed and she raised her hands to cover herself. He shook his head. “Don’t.”
“I just...” She trailed off, her flush deepening.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He gave her a significant look. “Trust me.” To prove his point, he reached out and trailed a finger between her breasts to her stomach, watching the way her muscles twitched.
She stopped him, moving her hands to the front of his shirt, working to undo the buttons. When she fumbled, Sam reached up and began to help her. He watched the way her eyes darkened at each inch of skin that was revealed.
He began to walk them backwards towards the bed, his hands running over her skin. He barely paused when he reached the button of her jeans, undoing them and sliding his hands inside and using that position to shove the jeans down.
“Sam,” Dawn said, tugging at his belt.
“Lift your leg,” he ordered, dropping to his knees to pull the jeans over one foot and then the other.
They didn’t bother taking their time with the rest of their clothes and it wasn’t long before they were falling on the bed.
Dawn looked up at him, her breath quickening. She bit her lip, trying to keep from moaning.
“Let go,” he told her as he slid his fingers in her. He curled them up; stopping once he felt her barrier. She tensed, fingers clenching in the sheets and he pulled back. As he stared down at her, he began to run his fingers over her again, following the trail with his lips. His tongue flicked out, tasting her.
“Oh God.”
He definitely has nothing to do with this, Sam thought, tugging her body closer. He crawled up her body and settled between her legs, holding himself above her.
Staring up at Sam, Dawn knew she was ready and let her legs fall further open. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach go even crazier at what she was doing but she ignored them. She was ready.
Briefly, he considered going slow but then he dismissed the idea and thrust inside her, tearing through her barrier.
Dawn muffled her scream against Sam’s shoulder, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He stopped. “Relax and then tell me when you’re ready.”
She took a few deep breaths, letting herself slowly relax and then nodded. She sucked in a breath as she felt Sam begin to move and she couldn’t help but arch up into him. She’d never felt anything like this.
Sam groaned at the way she just sucked him in. She was hot, wet and tight and even buried deep inside her, he could still see that last shred of innocence in her eyes. He began to thrust harder causing her to cry out, her head falling back.
“You like that? The way it feels to have me inside you?” He watched as she nodded the movement practically mindless. “You know how good you feel? You’re so damn tight it feels like you’re not going to let me leave. Is that what you want?” He leaned closer, determined to make her come first. “Dawn?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“You’re mine.”
“Fuck yes.” Dawn bucked up when he slid a hand between them and began circling her clit.
Now was the time to finish this and make it official. “Say it, Dawn. Are you mine?”
“Yes. Yours, I’m yours.”
He sped up his thrusts a bit more. “All of you? Are you going to give me everything?”
She nodded as she sucked in another breath.
“I want to hear you say it, Dawn. Everything?” He slowed down. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “Everything. It’s yours.”
Sam grinned triumphantly. “Willingly?” He pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in as he twisted his fingers.
“Yes,” she moaned as she tightened around him, her body tensing as she came. Sam continued to thrust a few more times before he let go. He groaned as he came before looking at Dawn.
He smiled at the darkness he could see in her eyes. There was still some innocence but he knew that wouldn’t disappear until she’d killed the first time.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low. She smiled.
“I am.”
Sam smirked. Dawn was his now.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,183
Spoilers: Post-Chosen, Post-Born Under a Bad Sign
Summary: Sam takes the final step in making Dawn his and gets one step closer to turning her completely away from the Scoobies.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Note: I wrote this for the latest challenge at
spn_btvs, where we got to choose from a list of prompts. My prompt was "Dawn/Evil!Sam - the joy of corruption NC-17". This is the result. Hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome.Sam fought back a smirk as he glanced over at Dawn. She was so innocent and she didn’t even realize it. Instead she was hell bent on proving herself to the others, proving that she wasn’t a kid who needed to be taken care of.
It was that desire that made her so easy to manipulate.
Not to mention it was just plain fun.
There was only one last thing to do to ensure her loyalty to him and it definitely wasn’t something he was going to mind.
After that, it would be a simple matter to turn her completely away from her family. She had already begun to use dark magic and it was changing her. It didn’t matter anymore that he had told her that they were using these spells to save people. Each time she used one of those spells, she lost a bit of herself. Of course, the best part was that as a result, she’d begun to trust him more.
He was sure that her sister knew something was off about him but he hadn’t done anything to make them think he was anything other than what he claimed to be—a hunter going after the demon who had killed his parents. Once she’d heard his story, Dawn had become determined to help him and that had been his opportunity to get her to start using dark magic.
Sam smiled as he closed the door behind him. “I really do appreciate every thing you’ve done to help me out, Dawn.”
“I want to. You deserve to get revenge after everything this demon’s done to you.” She tilted her head back so that she was looking up at him. “I’ll do whatever I can to help, Sam.”
Leaning down, Sam kissed the side of Dawn’s neck. “You already are.” He let his smile turn into a smirk when he felt Dawn suck in a breath at the feel of his lips on her skin. He knew for a fact that between school, helping out the Watcher’s Council and the overprotective tendencies of Buffy and her friends that Dawn hadn’t ever really gotten the chance to have a serious relationship.
I should send Buffy a thank you note after this. He held back a laugh as he imagined the look on her face if he followed through on that one.
He bit down and felt a flash of satisfaction when he felt Dawn press herself closer to him. His lips skimmed down her neck, pausing at her collar. Dawn’s hands came up and pushed him back slightly. She kept her eyes on his as she reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head.
Sam stared at her for a few moments; smile widening as her skin flushed and she raised her hands to cover herself. He shook his head. “Don’t.”
“I just...” She trailed off, her flush deepening.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He gave her a significant look. “Trust me.” To prove his point, he reached out and trailed a finger between her breasts to her stomach, watching the way her muscles twitched.
She stopped him, moving her hands to the front of his shirt, working to undo the buttons. When she fumbled, Sam reached up and began to help her. He watched the way her eyes darkened at each inch of skin that was revealed.
He began to walk them backwards towards the bed, his hands running over her skin. He barely paused when he reached the button of her jeans, undoing them and sliding his hands inside and using that position to shove the jeans down.
“Sam,” Dawn said, tugging at his belt.
“Lift your leg,” he ordered, dropping to his knees to pull the jeans over one foot and then the other.
They didn’t bother taking their time with the rest of their clothes and it wasn’t long before they were falling on the bed.
Dawn looked up at him, her breath quickening. She bit her lip, trying to keep from moaning.
“Let go,” he told her as he slid his fingers in her. He curled them up; stopping once he felt her barrier. She tensed, fingers clenching in the sheets and he pulled back. As he stared down at her, he began to run his fingers over her again, following the trail with his lips. His tongue flicked out, tasting her.
“Oh God.”
He definitely has nothing to do with this, Sam thought, tugging her body closer. He crawled up her body and settled between her legs, holding himself above her.
Staring up at Sam, Dawn knew she was ready and let her legs fall further open. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach go even crazier at what she was doing but she ignored them. She was ready.
Briefly, he considered going slow but then he dismissed the idea and thrust inside her, tearing through her barrier.
Dawn muffled her scream against Sam’s shoulder, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He stopped. “Relax and then tell me when you’re ready.”
She took a few deep breaths, letting herself slowly relax and then nodded. She sucked in a breath as she felt Sam begin to move and she couldn’t help but arch up into him. She’d never felt anything like this.
Sam groaned at the way she just sucked him in. She was hot, wet and tight and even buried deep inside her, he could still see that last shred of innocence in her eyes. He began to thrust harder causing her to cry out, her head falling back.
“You like that? The way it feels to have me inside you?” He watched as she nodded the movement practically mindless. “You know how good you feel? You’re so damn tight it feels like you’re not going to let me leave. Is that what you want?” He leaned closer, determined to make her come first. “Dawn?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“You’re mine.”
“Fuck yes.” Dawn bucked up when he slid a hand between them and began circling her clit.
Now was the time to finish this and make it official. “Say it, Dawn. Are you mine?”
“Yes. Yours, I’m yours.”
He sped up his thrusts a bit more. “All of you? Are you going to give me everything?”
She nodded as she sucked in another breath.
“I want to hear you say it, Dawn. Everything?” He slowed down. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “Everything. It’s yours.”
Sam grinned triumphantly. “Willingly?” He pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in as he twisted his fingers.
“Yes,” she moaned as she tightened around him, her body tensing as she came. Sam continued to thrust a few more times before he let go. He groaned as he came before looking at Dawn.
He smiled at the darkness he could see in her eyes. There was still some innocence but he knew that wouldn’t disappear until she’d killed the first time.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low. She smiled.
“I am.”
Sam smirked. Dawn was his now.
