Hi! So about 84 years ago, Mo9Ja gave me a prompt which was from Sean answering a question about a Dark robin (there is a clip here: /watch?vIabByEG4jNY), and this kind of happened.
This is smut.
This is smut to nth degree, definitely one of the dirtiest I've ever written, and that is saying something after LPAG and many other dirty one shots. It was so dirty for me that I contemplated not posting it, but my friend Miles said "EVERYBODY NEEDS SOME DIRTY SMUT IN THEIR LIVES" so here we are.
Many many many thanks to Shannon for that incredible live stream for this story, and to Miles for being such an awesome beta-reader! I'm sorry I made you blush, Miles, not. HAHA
Mo9Ja, I hope you and your friend like this! let me know! :)
On we go.
Her mother was wrong.
Love wasn't weakness.
But it was a curse. Or at least, Regina figured that loving her was a curse-it had been for Daniel, and now it is for Robin.
After all, it was for her that he became the dark one-to save her from death, to save her from the darkness. He had risked his own life, running forth and grabbing the dagger from a shocked Emma and taking the darkness for himself-all for her. And she felt her heart swell three times its size with love for him, but still she would have rather that he didn't become the dark one. She wasn't worth it.
Though, obviously she was more than worth it for him.
Only now, she wondered if she really had a shot at a happy ending, or if she was just losing this battle and she's destroying everyone else's in the process.
Once again, happy endings failed her and it was taken from her, and though she lost no hope that they could make this right (Robin, after all, was a hero and she was also surrounded by a bunch of goodie-two shoes who she believed to have made a deal with fate and some hope commission)-every day brought no result and no answer despite all of their efforts. She was getting more and more frustrated.
She sat now on top of her old chest, pouring over book after book, trying to find a solution to bring back her soul mate to his normal old self sans darkness. She missed him, missed every part of him, and wished he would at least show himself to her. He had, but only once and only to her, responding to her summons, and he had said that it was only to reassure her that he was still alive and that he believed that she could find a way to bring him back to just Robin.
She had been surprised at his appearance, his blonde hair had gone a lot blonder, his skin a lot paler and the playful glint in his eyes now gone, replaced by something else-somewhere between devious and desperate. Yet, he was still the same, his skin though unfamiliar felt the same and his touch, though with a touch of possessiveness still was gentle.
She missed that skin on her, missed his touch.
She missed the way he would kiss all over her body, touch every patch of skin with his soft lips and have her panting and writhing under his touch, wanting nothing more than to have his shaft inside her wanting and wet cunt.
She took the dagger and stared at it for a while, thinking of summoning him for very selfish reasons-like holding him and touching him, kissing him, making love to him, dangers and darkness be damned.
She shook her head, telling herself that she shouldn't think this way, shouldn't think of wanting her boyfriend turned dark one to fuck her in this very vault where they made love for the first time when she had to think of a way to bring him back to her.
It was selfish, but god, she was already so wet thinking about it.
Her fingers clenched around the handle while she debated whether or not she should just go ahead and call for him, have her take her, right here in every way, it's not like he could refuse, he hadn't ever been able to deny her and now since he's the dark one, a touch of selfishness would reside in his heart and he would take her, make her his in every way, which was exactly what she wanted.
The Regina Mills and the Evil Queen waged a war against each other inside her and she wondered which would win out. Regina Mills said it was entirely too selfish to use her boyfriend this way, no matter how much she missed him, but the Evil Queen (the carnal, lusty, hot-blooded Evil Queen) wanted nothing more than to fuck her boyfriend, who coincidentally was the dark one.
She reasoned with herself, but she was weak and she was human and she missed the man she loved-so in the end, she ruled out the Regina Mills for a while and let the Evil Queen to come out and play. She held the dagger tighter and brought it to eye-level, heart pounding in her chest the whole time, a dangerous smirk lifting the corners of her lips.
"Dark one, I summon thee," she whispered, voice raspy with the anticipation. She licked her lips and counted silently up to three, waiting, brows furrowing when Dark Robin failed to show. She bit down on her lip and looked at the dagger, "Robin, please, I need you."
A cloud of dark blue smoke started to appear, and before her, Dark Robin coming to view with a smirk on his face. He was looking at her with a raised eyebrow as he moved closer to her, bridging the distance between them in a few strides.
Regina felt her knees tremble at the sight of him before her, her lower stomach clenching from the lust that was growing inside her. She looked up at him with lowered lashes, smiling at him coyly. By the look on his face, he wasn't about to hold this against her, and that he missed her just as much.
"Robin," she purred as he took her by the arm and lifted her up, making her stand. He pulled her close to him, pressing against the hard planes of his body, every contour of their bodies molding against each other perfectly. "So the Dark One finally decided to show."
"I see the Evil Queen has come to play too," he teased back, smirking at her and squeezing her arm gently to let her know that he knew what this was about, and the Evil Queen was nothing more than a name from her past, though she was sure to be using it now. He pushed his torso closer to her pelvis and she felt his hardness poking her. "Good, we can be evil together."
"I see someone else wants to join in on the fun too," she commented with a raised eyebrow, making him chuckle darkly. She looked at him now, fully, holding nothing back and dropping the act for a few moments to enjoy being here with him. She touched her fingertips to his cheek and smiled sadly, tears pricking her eyes. "I missed you, Robin."
"And I, you," he said, touching his lips to her, finally.
She breathed him in, savoring the feel of his arms enclosing her in an embrace. Her arms went to wrap around his neck as his roamed around her body, pulling her closer and mapping out every part, every curve.
She felt him cup her ass and she gasped, enjoying the feeling. And then he's sliding his hand inside her dress, inching up the hem as he went, until his hand reached where she was drenched with want for him. She moaned when he ran his finger down her sex, using his thumb to press down her sensitive bundle of nerves.
"I see you've missed me quite a lot," he said with a smirk. Their teasing was back on full force, and she lifted her leg, wrapping it around his hips to give him better access, making him hum when her arousal coated his fingers. God, he hadn't even done much.
"I have," she answered with a nod. And then there were no more words as he growled and took her lips in a bruising kiss. She felt the need, felt the desire, the possession, as he bit down on her bottom lip before running his tongue at the seams, slipping it in when she opened her mouth with a moan.
His fingers started flicking against her clit, his other hand coming up to unzip her dress. He only moved a little to let it slither down her body and down the floor, his hand inching up her cup her bare breasts (thank god for the cupped bust that allowed no room for a bra). He pinched her dusky nipples, eliciting a long hard moan from her, and making a shiver run down her, the sharp feeling of arousal shooting down her clit.
He was still much clothed though, and that was unfair, so she moved her hand to pull the shirt he wore over his head. He broke their kiss long enough to allow her to do that, but when she reached down to unclasp and undo his jeans, he took a step back and shook his head.
For a moment she wondered if he was about to fuck her as Robin or the dark one. She would be satisfied, either way, but there was something enticing about him fucking her as the dark one.
He seemed to read her thoughts.
"Uh-uh, no," he said, lifting his hand and closing her eyes tightly, seemingly trying to think hard. She was about to ask him what he was doing when something wrapped around her wrist, bounding her. She looked up at him in surprised, arousal hitting her harder. He smirked at her. "You're not allowed to touch." He paused and looked at her with dangerous eyes, smirk growing wider. "Or make a sound."
She wanted to protest, but really, this was too hot, so she made a half-hearted attempt at freeing herself, to which Robin only raises an eyebrow at, hand splaying over her breast as he flicked her nipple with his thumb. But then there was a pause, and he bit his lip, looked at her with concern.
"You okay being bound?" He asked, and it made her heart melt, hope surging through her, because despite the darkness, he's still very much the same man. She smiled and nodded, reassuring him. This wasn't a form of domination anyway, just him teasing her to the point of feverish arousal. "Good." He went back to fondling her breast then, looking down at her, though he must know how much she wanted him to kiss her. "You have to follow me, or it comes with a price." He waggled his eyebrows and she fought the urge to laugh.
He led her over to her chest and ordered her to sit which she followed without a word.
"Now, be a good girl and undo my trousers, and not a word from you, Regina," he told her, and she nodded. With trembling hands she reached up to undo the button of his trousers before unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground. She watched as he stepped out of it, licking her lips. She reached up to ease his boxers down, but he flicked her hand away. "Did I say to take my boxers off?" She shook her head. "Right I didn't. Listen to me and do as I say." She nodded mutely. "Raise your hands up, I want to taste your breasts."
She did as he told her, raising her arms up over her head, and closing her eyes when his warm hands came to cup her breasts. His fingers pinched her puckered nipples, making her bite down on her lip when it shot pleasure right to her core. Good god. Then his mouth was on her, sucking, biting, licking and nipping at her tits, while one of his hand palmed the neglected one. He licked and sucked, then moved to the other one. Her nipples were pleasantly aching when he let it go with a pop.
"Take off your panties." She did just that, pushing her panties down her hips and shimmying out of it. "Remove my boxers and then get on your knees and lick my cock."
She got on her knees and breathed in deeply-this was what she wanted, she wanted him, wanted him to take her in any way that he wanted, wanted him to make her belong to him knowing that this kind of possession was a two-way road. She moved a little closer, tongue darting out to lick against the satiny, fat head. The size and length of him had surprised the bejesus out of her the first time, but he'd been gentle, had helped work through her trepidations.
She loved it, though, loved how big and long and thick he was because it meant that he touched every part of her, filled her so completely.
She smiled at the thought, womb tightening in anticipation, before she ran her tongue over the length of him and placed soft kisses against the head, which she knew was against his commands, but she also knew how much he loved that. He hummed a pleased moan as his fingers weaved through her hair, urging her without words to take him in her mouth, suck him hard and deep in her throat. She obliged, loving the feel of him in her mouth, parting her lips and opening wide, sucking him in hard, sucking him deep until the head of him was hitting the back of her throat and he was throwing his head back, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, murmuring incoherently. She smiled around his shaft, working to get him deeper, suck him harder.
He cupped her head though, to still her, and she looked up, raising an eyebrow.
"I need a moment," he rasps out, his voice coming out hoarse, "Or I'm going to fuck your face and cum in your mouth."
It was a surprise to hear him talk like that, though, of course he's talked dirty to her before, often had upon her request or when he was in the brink of ecstasy and forgets himself, it had never been quite like this, he often had more finesse in his words. But this wild side of him that emerged now-well she liked it, top.
She lets up from where she's softly sucking the head of his cock and looked at him with wide pleading eyes, "Fuck my mouth, Robin, please," she said, tongue darting out once more to lick the underside of his shaft.
His hand tightened their hold on her head, fingers fisting against a bunch of her hair, before he was growling and pressing the head of his cock to her lips. She took him in, feeling herself dampen even more with the prospect. She opened her mouth wide and then he's sliding in, her wet mouth closing in around him. His hand stilled her head and she looked up at him with a fuck me look and then he was moving inside her, cock pumping and sliding in and out of her mouth in rapid strokes. It's never forceful or far enough to make her gag, but it was hot enough that she felt her pussy dilating, in need of stimulation, her arousal reaching new levels.
She sank her nails to the cheeks of his ass and pulled him closer, wanting him fill her mouth more, enjoying the hard way that he was taking her right now. She wanted him to come, wanted him to lose himself and spurt inside her mouth, and she was almost sure that he could already feel the tingling and tightening of his balls signalling that he was coming, and she waited, anticipation tightening her nipples. But he pulled away, taking his cock out of her mouth and then reaching down to grasp it and slap it lightly against her lips. She looked at him in question.
"The only way I'm coming is buried balls deep inside of you, bathing your womb with my seeds," he told her sternly before he was pulling her up and lifting her deftly, depositing her to her wooden chest once more. And then he was the one kneeling in front of her, spreading her legs so far apart, she was almost on a split.
He buried his face in her sex, inhaling her scent and nuzzling his nose against her clit, making her wetter, and good god she wanted more, wanted him to devour her and lick every single drop of her arousal. She was about to voice her request (she could not pull at his hair, her bound wrist leaving her hands useless at the moment), but she hadn't needed to, because he was on her less than a second later, mouth sucking against her labia, and then tongue flicking against her clit, lapping and nibbling, biting and nipping until she's sure she was about to melt. Her knees buckled and her hips bucked, but he growled and held her steady, his two hands coming down to pin her legs further apart. He worked his mouth on her, the sound of him slurping and sucking on her flesh loud and healthy in the silence of the vault.
When he bit down and then sucked on her clit, she had been unable to stop the scream that ripped from her throat, and she threw her head back, allowing him to pull her further, closer to his mouth where he proceeded to eat her out to his heart's content.
"You taste so good," he murmured against her aroused flesh, making her thrust her hips upward, "And you're all mine."
She couldn't do anything but nod, unable to so much as speak or move as her orgasm ripped through her so hard, the screams that left her mouth were accompanied by a violent shudder. She looked at him, saw him smiling softly at her as he caressed her cheek, and then her wrists were set free and he turned her to all fours, positioning himself behind her. He braced her hands against the wooden chest, bending her over and he folded himself over her. With one swift movement, he pushed into her, her slickness making it so much easier for him.
"Good god, Regina, you feel so good," he muttered, one hand gripping her waist, while the other stole up to fondle her breasts, flicking and pinching against her nipple. He molded against her form, the head of his cock bumping against her womb from how deep he was buried inside her. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you pass out from pleasure, so hard you forget your own name, just like you had wanted me to when you used that dagger to summon me," he told her, every sentence ending accompanied by sharp driving of his cock into her greedy, wanting, wet cunt.
"Please, Robin," she begged, his command of not making a sound all but forgotten now.
He bit down on her shoulder, wrapping his hand that gripped her waist around her so he could play with her oversensitive clit. She felt euphoric as he pounded into her, his warmth all encompassing now, and their breaths both coming out as sharp gasps from the exertion and sheer pleasure of their coupling. His cock was a hard rod pumping into her with little mercy, blurring the boundaries between pleasure and pain, making her moan and groan, mewl and growl. His fingers played with her bundle of nerves, both her clit and her nipple, and she was so sure that nothing so dirty ever felt this good, but this did, does, and she could have sworn she saw stars when she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.
She could literally feel her eyeballs rolls to the back of her head. Her mouth was open and her fingers clenched where they were bracing her body against the wooden chest. She was bucking up against him, hips thrusting against his in perfect rhythm.
"Oh fuck, you feel so good," she managed to let out though it came out in a broken words. He hummed and pulled his hand from her nipple to be able to grab her hair and pull her head back lightly to suck kisses on the soft flesh of her neck.
Fuck.
That was so hot.
"You feel great," he said back, nipping at her flesh, "You're so tight, so hot, so wet. God, I want to spend the rest of my life inside you, fucking you."
She tilted her head just enough to be able to ask for a kiss, which he granted, slipping his tongue inside her mouth without preamble and moving his hand back to her breast once more. She could feel it then, the beginning of an incredible orgasm, one that she had gotten when he pinched her clit and nipple while he drove into her-the triple stimulation causing her to shatter and come so hard around him. Behind her, Robin continued to pump mercilessly, her over-sentisized nub throbbing painfully but he didn't slow down, instead he pinched it greedily, sucked on that spot behind her ear that made her quiver and Regina came alive in his arms again, thrusting back onto his cock as wave after wave of pleasure went through her body. He was close too, she could tell by the way he pumped into her in sloppy, hard and fast strokes. But she needed more now, needed to come, and come and come around him, needed him, needed more, please, Robin, more, harder, I'm coming again, please.
"Come with me," he breathed into her ear, making her whimper, thighs tremble and her orgasm ripped through her more violently this time, making her shudder as her cunt milked him again and again, hips trashing, hands stretched forward as she mewled and took shaky breaths. Then one, two, three rolls of her hips later and he came, too, her name falling from his lips as his hands gripped her hips to hold her in place
Later, when they both calmed down, and she sat on his lap while he sat on the wooden chest, his arms enveloping her and his hand rubbing up and down her back soothingly (he had kissed her wrists repeatedly while she calmed down too), she nuzzled her nose against the skin on his neck, her hand splayed over the patch of skin where his heart was beating loud and clear.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. He shot her a confused look and she continued, "I used the dagger to summon you for selfish reasons."
He sighed and kissed her softly, "Regina," he murmured, his lips landing on her brow, "Don't you feel bad about that. It was not selfish. It might look like it, but it really isn't. You and I...we love each other," And where she had felt panic before and trepidation when talking of her love for him and his love for her, she found comfort in it now-they loved each other and they were going to get through it, together, "And we use many ways of expressing that. We also have needs, and if we feel it, then we have each other to call on. Summoning me for a fantastic love making isn't so selfish, especially since I had planned to come here and make love to you anyway."
"You have?" She asked, surprised.
He nodded. "I was going insane. I needed to have you, and I would have come to you even if you hadn't used the dagger." He paused, kissed her hard and passionate on her mouth, before he peppered kisses all over her face, ending on her hairline and burying his nose to the crown of her head. "I missed you so much, Regina. Every single part of you, I missed." He held her tighter. "I love you."
Her eyes were glassy with tears when she pulled away enough to look at him. "I love you, too," she whispered and it isn't the first time she'd said it (she told him when he showed up and reassured her that he was okay), but the novelty never expires. She kissed him this time and cupped his cheeks, staring deep into his eyes, "And I promise we'll make it through."
"Together," he said though it was more a plea than a statement.
She wrapped him in an embrace, comforting him the way he has always done for her, "Together," she promised.
A/N2: If you lot would tell me how that went so I could stop myself from hiding under a rock forever (or if you think that I should, tbh), that would be swell.
And if you want me to fill out a prompt for you lot, all you have to do is ask! :)
