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Raw and Rosy

TuesdayMidnight

Jasper Hale hates his high school rival Edward Cullen with a passion. What happens when Jasper discovers Edward's little secret? Spank!Fic. AH/AU/OOC. Rated M. Contains mature content.

Warning issued by author: This is a spank!fic. It has a great deal of PWP and contains EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT. This is not exactly a bdsm story. Edward and Jasper are seniors in high school, both 18, so they don’t have a lot of experience. They naturally fall into a sort of d/s dynamic, and this is a story of how they work through this discovery. Though this is 80% smut (and the smut is not entirely realistic), I see the remainder as a character study into Jasper’s psyche. If this is not your cup of tea and/or if you are not of legal age – please stop reading now

Yes and don't miss the outtakes: Raw and Rosy Revisited

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When some friends were going on and on about an update for the story Raw and Rosy, I couldn’t help but ask what it was about. When they said it was a slash spankfic, I will admit I had no idea what that meant, although I could guess. Then they started Skyping me exerpts and I was piqued. I had only read one other slash one shot and I didn’t know it was slash until the end, so I wasn’t really sure how I would feel about Jasper/Edward slash. I mean Edward is supposed to be with Bella, right? Well, unless he can have a somewhat domineering, fuckhawt, no holds barred Jasper spanking his ass and giving him something he never even knew he wanted. I’ll admit I wasn’t too sure, but I trusted my fellow Edward/Bella shippers and dove in.

I was not disappointed. Raw and Rosy is not just a hot, sexy, wild slash fic. It is a really great character study as well, with a Jasper and Edward that will surely win your hearts over.

The beginning really nails it and draws you in completely:

JPOV

I hated Edward Cullen.

I hated him with a passion.

I hated the way he smiled that obnoxious crooked half smile. I hated the way the other guys at school tried to get their hair to stay up the way his so casually did. I hated the way all the girls at Forks High soaked their panties every time he walked by. I hated hearing my sister swoon about him ever since the first day he showed up in Forks. I hated the way he was so aloof and basically a dick to everyone, but somehow had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. I hated that I was no longer big man on campus.

Jasper is the bad boy prick who doesn’t care what anyone thinks and cares less about the politics of High School. Edward is the popular, big man on campus, who seems to have the world at his fingertips. So, why does Edward let Jasper get under his skin? They hate each other so completely that they get into fights regularly at school. But one day, to avoid detention, Jasper tells the principle they were just horsing around and he smacks Edward’s ass to prove his point. The reaction is not quite what he expected:

Cullen's reaction was unmistakable. His body tensed and his face turned a rosy color, but it was his expression that was the most revealing.

He was aroused.

Jasper tells Edward after school that he’s coming over. When he gets to Edward’s, he wastes no time:

"You don't need to pretend. We're not friends. I came here for one thing, and one thing only."

I stepped up to him and grabbed the waistband of his jeans. I unbuttoned the fly slowly, closing the distance between us by nuzzling into the crook of his neck, greedily drinking in his scent. I never noticed it before I had him shoved against his car, but he smelled like sandalwood, musk and something else I couldn't place. Then, I yanked the stupid skinny jeans along with his briefs down in a rough motion and spun him around.

I took a second to take in his lithe body before speaking.

"Bend over for me," I ordered.

He glanced over his shoulder at me and his eyes widened, but he still said nothing.

Instead, he shuffled over to the stairs that ended in the foyer, his jeans at his knees. I was about to scold him for not following my orders immediately, when I realized he was simply using the stairs for balance. He bent forward, resting his elbows on the stairs, pointing his perfect, firm, round cheeks up in the air.

"Fuck, you look so hot." I couldn't help the words escaping my mouth.

I approached slowly. Then I put my left hand gently on his left cheek. I ghosted my hand over the smooth skin, and then across the other cheek. His skin was so creamy and soft. It was all I could do not to lean down and take a bite.

Instead, I struck.

Right in the center of his left cheek.

I left a beautiful pink marking right in the center.

He gasped.

I pulled my hand further back and struck again, a little lower this time.

"Fuck," I heard him whisper.

"You like that don't you?" I repeated my words from earlier that day. This time, Cullen responded.

"Oh, yeah," he moaned.

I struck again, this time closer to the crack of his sculpted buttocks.

He whimpered, and his body shifted as I saw his right arm move.

"Are you touching yourself, Edward?" I asked roughly, trying out his first name again.

"Need- need-" he started.

"What do you need?"

"I need to come."

Seriously!!! This was the first chapter, and it gets hotter and hotter. Jasper knows what to give and Edward knows how to take it. Obviously, there is lots of spanking. They even find time to play with quite a few toys. The story is heavily rooted in chapter after chapter of unbridled, raw, wildly driven sex.

I laced the handcuffs behind the headboard so Edward could grip the slats. It really was designed perfectly for what we were about to do.

I got behind Edward and slowly dragged my fingernails down his back, stopping at his raw cheeks.

I pulled the plug out slowly as Edward exhaled loudly. For second, I enjoyed the view of Edward's stretched hole, surrounded on all sides by bright pink flesh. Then I grabbed Edward's stashed lube and coated two fingers with the liquid before sliding them into the waiting entrance. It was all I could do not to bend down and taste. I made a mental note to buy flavored lube. Then, I coated my sheathed cock and positioned myself under him, spreading his knees so mine fit between them.

"Sit down," I ordered.

Without any hesitation, he sank down on my hard cock.

Even after having been stretched, his ass was so tight around me, I nearly groaned. He squirmed a little, presumably getting used to my size, which was well bigger than the plug. I let him wiggle, because it felt damn good.

"Now," I slapped the side of his hip. "Fuck yourself on me."

Edward gasped, then raised his hips, releasing me almost completely, before sinking back down.

I stayed still while Edward set a rhythm. I didn't speak, I wanted him to get lost in the act. He started to pick up speed and the cuffs began to hit against the headboard, keeping time to the motion of Edward's hips.

I leaned back on my elbows as Edward pummeled himself, his raw, red cheeks swallowing my cock. I didn't touch him or raise my hips to meet his, I wanted Edward to get off all on his own.

Without touching himself either.

He was trapped by the handcuffs. He couldn't go anywhere but up and down. Yet, Edward was so wanton as he rode me, moaning and cursing as he found the angle that felt best inside his body. Once again, I almost felt like a voyeur as I watched him take his pleasure.

Need I say more? But, Raw and Rosy also explores how two of the most unlikely characters come together and create something that neither of them ever expected, probably thought they’d never have, and definitely had never experienced before.

One of my favorite parts was learning why Edward, the epitome of the cool guy, the one who could have any girl and did, ended up allowing the outcast gay bad boy to dominate him in every way. I won’t ruin that realization for you, but I really enjoyed getting into both of their psyches.

Tuesdaymidnight really did a superb job of making both Edward and Jasper believable to me, and as I said this was not my usual genre. I feel it was somewhat different than what I expected in slash because it wasn’t a story about two gay boys initially, not that there is anything wrong with that. Since Edward was definitely the ladies man at school, it certainly was the most unexpected turn of events for him to find such pleasure from Jasper spanking him. I believe, however, that Jasper saw Edward in a way no one else ever bothered to see, and what started out as fun and thrilling turns into something that they both are not sure they can or want to live without ever again.

The development of the story, while focusing heavily on the sex, always seems to have something deeper going on. Each chapter is paced perfectly and gives the reader just a little more insight into the characters and what draws them to each other.

Let me tease you further with their first kiss:

I leaned in slowly, like a boy who was nervous about his first kiss, which, I suppose I kind of was. I mean, I French kissed Alice Brandon on the playground during recess when I was 10, which was disgusting for multiple reasons, but this was different.

This was Edward Cullen.

I pressed my lips to his gently. The first thing I noticed was that he tasted delicious. He was the type of guy who used chapstick, and there was a residual minty flavor on his lips that was only slightly masking his own sweet taste.

I took his bottom lip between mine and sucked slightly. It was soft and pliable and warm. I couldn't remember the last time I actually kissed someone. Did lips always feel this good?

Then he parted them slightly and my whole body reacted.

More! More! More!

I was on fire, burning with need. My dick always responded to Edward, but this was completely different from every time before.

His tongue entered my mouth and I pressed mine against it. They teased each other, pushing and pulling, giving and taking. His lips were hot and searing against mine, and I just could not get enough. My hands drifted up on their own accord and plunged into his coppery mess. I tugged a little, eliciting a moan that vibrated against my mouth, only to be stifled by my probing tongue.

His hands were clawing at my back, urging me on.

I dominated him sexually, but at this we were equals. He kissed back with equal fervor and for a moment, I just let that fire consume me.

Why had I not done this before?

That kiss doesn’t even happen until half way through the story. But, don’t worry there’s plenty of spanking going on before that, because in the beginning, it’s all about the Raw (desire) and Rosy (ass), but will it become about more? Read it and find out. I promise you will not be disappointed.

If the words haven’t tempted you enough, then maybe the video will:

I did this rec for TwiGirlsNextDoor but I wanted to share it here, because I really loved this story. Enjoy!!!

Mine Alone

WinndSinger

A vampire's love is forever. But what if Bella chose to be with Jacob instead of Edward after Eclipse? Edward slowly loses his mind after losing Bella and will do anything to keep her. This has some Darkward in it and the story will get dark at times.

Yes

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Anyone who read The Red Line by WinndSinger and loved it was squeeeing late in the evening on June 8th, when we received the alert that a “new story” had been posted. I clicked on the link immediately to start reading. The first words were a warning:

*Hey Guys ! This takes place after Eclipse – there is no wolf pack, Jacob is not a werewolf. Sorry. Edward is very dark in this, but there will still be glimpses of Sweetward mixed in. You've been warned. Hope u like it.*

Let me first say that I absolutely LOVED this story, or I would not be reccing it, but I feel it is my responsibility to let you know that “Edward is very dark in this” is not an understatement. This Darkward is abusive, mean, manipulative, and horrific, even to Bella, which is what makes it hard to read. We are not used to reading the dark side of Edward, if he exists. The psychological plot of the story is what made it so unique and intriguing to me, and what kept me reading even when the words were sometimes hard to envision. The essence of this story is based on a theory of what could happen if a vampire went mad, and by mad I mean, his psyche breaks and he becomes a split personality, i.e. Good Edward vs Bad Edward. Bella actually loves them both, but of course, she is scared too.

Reading the summary could make you think this is a Jacob/Bella story, but don’t be fooled. The beginning of the story nips that right in the bud, and lets us know who will be the dynamic characters.

I hate funerals. Once, a lifetime or two ago, I used to think that they were kind of peaceful, a sad but quiet time of letting go, saying goodbye, thinking of all the wonderful moments had together…but of course those were funerals of old people…Gran, who was 87 when she passed away…she had lived a full life, a good life. It was hard but I was able to let her go and smile and know she was a free spirit now, able to fly and do backflips in the clouds if she chose to…she was so frail and in pain at the end, it was almost right that she was gone and not trapped in that body anymore.

But this funeral is different. Jacob is…WAS…only 19 years old. And it's my fault he's dead.

If I hadn't pushed so hard…if I didn't confront Edward and act so tough…if I had gone with Edward when he told me to…then…I can hardly even think this…

Then…Edward wouldn't have killed Jacob.

I want to let the sobs pour out of me…I want to scream and howl and make a fool of myself in front of Billy, and all Jacob's friends and relatives…but I won't…not yet. I know Edward is watching me…waiting to see me break. If I do, he'll taunt me about it later, even mock me…before he punishes me, that is.

Edward's punishments were severe and heartbreaking, as well as physically painful. He would think for hours on how to make it hurt me in every way, not just a bruise or a cut that could heal. Edward's punishments never healed…and would never go away.

Jacob is dead and Edward killed him. We do get flashbacks to fill-in the back story. To put it very briefly, Edward and Bella were planning their wedding, but Bella breaks off the engagement when she realizes she loves Jacob. She knows she is breaking Edward’s heart and hates herself for it, but she is young and confused, as most girls her age are with their first loves. She doesn't realize the cost of this decision, but then how could she?

Edward tries to let go, but slowly his psyche breaks, a monster is born, and he loses his mind. But, he still loves her too. He becomes obsessed with having her, and eventually stops anyone who gets in the way. Even when he punishes and tortures her, he hates himself, but he can’t stop, because he wants her to be with him. He wants her to love him again, even if it is forced.

Bella struggles with her feelings, because even though Edward does such horrible things, she believes that she is to blame for his becoming this way. She still loves the good Edward, and wishes that she could somehow repair what she has broken, and make him whole again.

"I love you…Edward," I said, trying to sound true in my conviction.

He sighed hard and turned away.

"I don't believe it, Bella," he was clearly disappointed, "Again."

I shivered and closed my eyes. I had to speak to that Edward I first loved, that would sound true because it is true.

Standing up, I hurled myself into his arms and buried my face into his neck, smelling his seductive fragrance and breathing it in…for a moment I was 17 again…in his arms…untouched by pain or heartache yet. I hoped the right Edward inside him heard me this time.

"I love you Edward," my voice cried and I felt my lips open and close over the skin right below his beautiful jaw line, "I love you…"

And I'm so sorry I destroyed you…God, I am sorry…

His arms gently coiled around me, being careful not to touch my injured back too tightly. The tension left his body and I felt it as I clung onto him.

It was several minutes before I heard anything from him at all. Then I was relieved to hear the velvet voice responding.

"Bella…" he choked, "Bella, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

Is he reading my mind? I just thought the very same thing.

"I forgive you," I felt a tear escape both my eyes at once. It's myself I can't forgive.

Good Edward makes appearances to help Bella through the worst of the torture.

"I want you to take care of me," I said truthfully, knowing this Edward was not the guilty one who'd hurt me.

I had seen this Edward from time to time. He would appear after an especially rough time with mean Edward to clean up his mess. To beg and grovel for forgiveness, although he didn't think he deserved it. And again, Edward was with me…treating my wounds as he wept without tears. He gave me some medicine for the pain and I took it without questioning him. I trusted him, as weird as that may sound...

...I played with an immortal's mind and heart…I was playing with fire. I deserve to get burned…but I never thought others I loved would pay for my sins...

"...What you did wasn't YOU," I pointed out without thinking about it, adding softly, "I know that."

He didn't move. I wanted to comfort him somehow, to make him see that I still cared for this part of him, the sick part that I was responsible for. I didn't know if I was doing something good or making it worse, but I asked in a whisper, "Sing to me?"

At this, he let out a pained breath and looked away, wondering how I could still ask this, how I could still want this from him. I didn't know either, I just knew I needed it to keep me sane. He is all I have left. I don't get this Edward back very often. I wanted to remember those sweet times…even if they were gone forever. I needed him to be tender with me…to strengthen me so I could handle the monster coming back later.

Bella formulates a plan to save her and Edward. I won’t spoil that for you. Now for the juicy stuff!

Bad Edward gives intense dark lemons:

He laid his heavy wet tongue right in the fold of skin beside my exhausted clit and let it rest there. This drove me even more insane and right away, I bucked and shrieked, not caring if I fell on my head anymore.

It may have looked to an outsider that I was struggling to get free but that was NOT what was happening here. He was just destroying me with pleasure.

I so wanted to try the usual missionary position, the way I pictured us when we'd make love for the first time. But so far we had done four different positions and I didn't think four was Edward's whole catalog.

Good Edward gives loving golden lemons:

And we began to make love…the first time…for both of us.

We were covered with sweat, hours later, Edward and I struggling to breathe as we hungrily kissed each other. We didn't want to stop kissing as his body moved against mine…it was no savage pummeling…very slow strokes…each one making him gasp and quiver as I rose my hips up, meeting his thrusts with my own, clenching my muscles inside me so tight…holding onto him as he let out a ragged breath, his eyes losing themselves in mine.

He took my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked ever so carefully, licking…opening his mouth and kissing me full on the lips, his tongue gently looking around for mine. Not intruding, not pounding down the door with fury. A gentleman seeking his lady.

His hands touched my breasts like they were the only breasts in the universe. And they kindly explored…reveling in the feel…the slope…the shape…the taste…he took his time, not knowing how much time we would be given. He was not rushed. He thoroughly made love to me, not watching the clock.

The story is not devoid of hot sex, and sometimes there is “did he just do that to her” sex. Whether the sex is wanted or not, Edward definitely knows how to make Bella orgasm...a lot! Obviously I would not in real life condone what happens in this story, so I don’t want anyone thinking that I think kidnapping someone, even if you are crazy in love with them, is ok. I don’t think that if you are held against your will by the hottest man on the planet, who gives you mind-blowing orgasms, means that you should then marry him and live happily ever after. *Sidenote: Although sometimes that is a dream of mine.*

But if you love the characters of Edward and Bella and believe their love can conquer anything, even mental breakdowns and torture, then this is definitely the story for you. If you are intrigued by the question: What happens when you can’t have the one you love and she’s the only one you can love, while exploring the hero’s split personality of good and evil; the damsel’s fight for freedom and forgiveness, while still loving the man she fears; all wrapped up in mystery, murder, torture, sex, love, forgiveness, death, deceit, and peace?...then don’t pass this story by.

I won’t deny that very early on I figured out how the story was going to have to end, but I hoped as I read each chapter that I was wrong. I was half right. I applaud WinndSinger’s courage not to take the easy road at the end of the story. I feel she gave the reader and the characters, justice and peace, love and forgiveness, in a surprisingly beautiful way. I would love to quote one of my favorite lines, but it would give it away too much.

If you are still reading this review, because yes I know I‘m wordy, then I’d say you are intrigued enough to start reading. I promise it won’t disappoint. I really enjoyed this story. If you start it, I implore you to stick with it, the ending is worth the dark journey.

We relived every wonderful moment…every laugh, every dance…every kiss.