So I filled a Dark Robin prompt for Mo9ja before (see: Chapter Eight), but I realized a little too late that it wasn't exactly what she asked. And though she told me then that it was good, I still felt bad and had to rectify it with this. I hope I got it right this time. Kinda, anyway, because the original prompt has been lost somewhere in the middle if this shit.

So Mo9ja, I hope you and reginamilf like it! Please let me know what you think

My many, many, many thanks to the beautiful and ever patient SimplyMaterial for her incredible beta job. Thanks babe! If you haven't (and I srsly don't know why) do check her videos on youtube. She's AMAZING.

Anyway, on with the show.


They've reached some sort of an impasse.

It doesn't seem so bleak now, with Robin being the dark one—they're learning to live through it day by day, and she knows that Robin is trying very hard to fight the darkness inside him. It seems that she's getting somewhere with her research, too. But though things are looking up, there is still no guarantee that things are going to work out, and everything seems like a work in progress.

But she tries not to let that weigh her down.

Instead, she tries to devote half her time helping her soul mate fight the darkness, and the other half finding a solution. On good days, when she finds herself with more time, she spends her day with her sons and her love, and just basks in it, making herself believe that she can have that, that she will find a solution to get rid of the darkness.

Then there are days, when she finds the time to just focus on Robin, and all the pleasure they can give each other, when they aren't supposed to be parents, or the new dark one and ex evil queen, but just him and her—just Robin and Regina.

And though tonight she's devoted to getting and giving as much pleasure as possibly, she'd thought that they might spice it up just a little bit. Maybe they could be the dark one and the ex evil queen, and still be Robin and Regina.

Well, only one way to find out.

"Robin, I summon thee," she says into the empty darkness of her bedroom. She'd asked him to bring the kids over at Mary Margaret's for a sleepover (it's Emma's time with Henry that weekend, and Roland—not wanting to be away from his big brother—had asked if he could go with them, and Regina had agreed because it had worked well for what she'd wanted).

A beat passes but nothing happens, and she's not sure why, probably just Robin wanting to play with her a little. She opens her mouth to say his name again, when suddenly dark blue smoke appears before her and Robin stands there in the middle of the room once the smoke dissipates.

"Have you been doing something naughty again, darling?" he asks, voice teasing as he smirks, and there is a glimmer in his eyes which has been ever present these past few days. It gives her hope that they can fight this, that they'll get through this.

Regina stares at him and feels heat pooling down her core. She wants him, wants him to fuck her good and proper. But she wants to play with him a little, just like he'd played with her the last time they'd indulged in this.

Bonus: she gets to wipe that arrogant smirk from his face.

"Robin, I order you to stand where you are and remove your clothes," she says, her voice even, as a smile creeps on her lips. She looks at him with a raised eyebrow and cocks her head to the side, watching him fight against the natural instinct to obey, knowing it's futile.

For a bit it makes her feel guilty, to be using the dagger against him, but then he smirks at her and slowly strips his clothes off, reassuring her that he understands. This is just foreplay, and she would never ever use the dagger against him for greed or in the way Zelena had with Rumple. That's also why she refrains from calling him the dark one. He might have the darkness inside him, but he's still and always will be her Robin.

She bites down on her lip when she is faced with Robin's naked skin, his muscles on full display for her to ogle. His sculpted abs are ones of the god's, and she feels herself salivate at the sight of him.

"Like what you see, Your Majesty?" he asks, voice low, looking down at where he's standing proud and hard just for her. Her eyes follow his and her breath hitches.

"Hush," she says as she lifts the dagger up and waves it in the air. "Good boy. Now slowly come closer." He does as she bids and she can't help the smirk from her lips, as much as she can't help the wetness from flooding her. "Now, I want you to undress me. Just undress, Robin. No extra touching."

He nods, and then kneels before her, slowly taking away every piece of her clothing. When he reaches around her and unclasps her bra, she can literally see him try and restrain himself from touching her tits, and it makes her smile, makes her feel confident and sexy, desired and loved.

"Leave the panties on," she says when his fingers start to hook around the waistband to pull it down. "I want you to take it off with your teeth." And then she spreads her legs wide to help him ease it down easier. Also, to tease him because she knows her wetness had seeped through the lace material of her underwear.

He swallows visibly as he leans towards her stomach and catches the elastic waistband with his teeth. He does it after he sneaks a lick against her skin, and really she should tell him off but god almighty, his tongue on her skin sparked something inside her, sent a shiver down her spine, making her hips buck.

This is torture. Not just for him, but for her as well.

She watches him as he pulls the material down her legs with his teeth, and she lifts her hips to let him ease it down, until it is off. Then, he throws it off to the side along with the pile of her clothes already on the floor.

"Now, Robin I want you to fuck me with your tongue, just your tongue," she says, her voice raspy and unrecognizable. She closes her eyes as she feels Robin's stubble brush against her thighs, and then he's burying his nose against her sex, inhaling her scent. Before she can react, his tongue is flicking against her hard little clit, and she's unable to do anything but lie back and spread her legs wider.

She does like it a lot when he eats her out like this.

A moan escapes her lips when he sucks her little bundle of nerves in his mouth and bites down on it gently, making her hips buck into his face. With a growl, he grasps her hips and holds tightly, tight enough that it doesn't hurt but will surely leave marks in the morning. He sucks and licks, nips and flicks against her clit until she feels like she might cum from his ministrations, feels like she's getting closer and closer to the precipice. But then he moves his attention lower, before she can even bring herself to cum, and he sticks his tongue inside her slit, fucking her with it, pumping it in and out roughly, making her moan and groan, and write in pure fucking pleasure.

God, the things he can do with his tongue.

"I—want you to oh—use your fingers this time," she pants, lifting the dagger in his direction weakly.

She hears him growl, before he's spreading her legs wider, and he slides his fingers inside her without another word. He moves his mouth over to her clit and sucks against it as he pumps in and out of her. For a while, all that can be heard in the room are the sounds of her moaning and mewling like a little bitch in heat, and him slurping and sucking against her. There is the wet sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt, and god, good god, everything feels so good, she can cum like this, she wants to cum like this, wants to cum while he eats her pussy like it's the last meal he's ever going to have—which is exactly what he's doing.

She feels delirious, feels like she's floating, feels like his mouth is setting every part of her afire, feels every sense and every nerve come alive under his attentions. She lifts her free hand and tweaks her nipple, pinching it just as he adds a third finger inside her, and that does it, she cums and cums and cums, right into his mouth, a scream slipping past her lips. Her hips buck again, but this time he slips a hand under her ass and lifts her further into his mouth where he continues to lap her up, making her cum again. He licks her clean, as she heaves and falls back into the bed, and then his head pops up from where it is buried between her legs, and he stares at her with a smirk.

"Come here," she mutters, and he obeys. She feels his hardness poke against the soft flesh of her thigh as he hovers over her. She feels boneless and sated, but she still wants more. "Kiss me, Robin."

He does just that, letting her taste herself on his lips, making her moan. He then slips his tongue inside her mouth and she tangles her fingers through his hair. She loves this man, loves him with every part of her body, with every piece of her heart, and with every bit of her soul.

She loves him, so, so much, it's almost unreal. But it is real. It is as real as it can get, and he's here, making every dream she's ever dreamed come true. Once, long ago, when she'd been the evil queen, she'd thought of the man with the lion tattoo and how it would have been had she been brave enough to open the door and run to him instead of away from him.

She didn't know then, and she doesn't know now.

But she does know how it feels like to be with him now, and honestly, despite the promises of what it could have been, she's rather happy with this. With now. With what's here and with what's real. Her life would have different had she chosen happiness over evil, that's true, but she's not sure she wants to change anything. The person they are now, the person they have become, they know better, they love better, and after they've been through in the past, they understand each other better.

"Stop thinking," he murmurs against her lips when he pulls away. He rests his forehead against hers and steals a soft kiss.

She looks up at him, and drowns in the love she finds in his eyes. She smiles. "I love you, Robin," she whispers. He kisses the tip of her nose and smiles. He opens his mouth to say it back, but she cuts him. She already knows it. She just wanted to tell him. She wants something else entirely. She wants him to, "Fuck me," she says.

He bites her lip, as though there is something else he wants, but he doesn't get to say it. He can't.

"Fuck me whichever way you want to," she commands, gripping the dagger tightly, before she lets go of it, and offers herself to him.

She looks up at him and sees his expression darken for a split second, before he's flipping her over and telling her to get on her hands and knees. She knows how much he loves this position, she does too. He seems to reach better, deeper.

A moan escapes from her lips when his cock presses against her still sensitive cunt. He moves his hips so it brushes against her clit, and she thrusts against him, wanting nothing than for him to fuck her, hard, deep, and now.

He seems to sense her urgency because he's then slipping inside her, his hard length stretching her and filling her up. He doesn't say another word, and she knows it's coming but it still somehow manages to surprise her when he starts pumping from behind her, his hips slapping against her ass. His hand comes down hard on the right cheek, and it turns her on even more, makes her want more. She takes his free hand and moves it so that he's fondling her breast. He doesn't disappoint, starts pulling and pinching on her nipple, increasing the pleasure she feels tenth folds.

"Harder, Robin," she murmurs, though she knows he's ramming at her pretty hard already. "Fuck me harder."

He doesn't say a word, only snaps his hips faster and harder, deeper inside her. He folds over her and grips her tits harder, his other hand creeping to her front to deliver a soft blow to her clit. It surprises her, makes a jolt of pleasure to run through her core, and she wants more, wants more of that, so she opens her legs wider, and seemingly just knowing what she wants—he slaps her clit once more, and then pinches it as his hips nail her from behind.

She throws her head back, and he seizes the opportunity to latch on her neck and suck, no doubt leaving a mark she'd have to cover up in the morning.

But she doesn't have the moment to contemplate that when she feels her orgasm beginning to build, and he's rasping against her, encouraging her to cum, because he's close too. He alternates between pinching and slapping her clit as he fucks her, and his fingers move from her breast to grab her hair and get her to stay put as he sucks on her neck.

It doesn't take long until she's coming, shaking violently from the force of her orgasm, screaming his name. He comes soon after, her name falling from his lips too, as his hips still move behind her. She feels her inner muscles gripping his cock, milking him, until he's soft and flaccid, sliding out of her, making her sigh.

He moves to lie in bed and lets her collapse against his chest with a content sigh.

"I love you, Robin," she repeats, closing her eyes.

"I love you, too," she hears him say, and she smiles, feeling like she can conquer anything, as long as he's right there beside her.

Fin (08/26/16)


A/N2: Dirty. I know. Would you believe me if I said writing this is an out of body experience? Let me know what you guys think! And if you want me to write you some porny stuff or angsty or even fluffy os, my inbox and the reviews are open. :)

PS. I'm working on some of the other requests I promise. I've just been lacking inspiration lately. Except for smut. I always have inspiration for OQ sexy times ;)