EdwardsChipper's rec

Master of Darkness

BonesyBabe

Hellooooo all of you gorgeous, lickable, dark hoooors. Yes, I know, I’ve been a verrry naughty Temptress, and not in the hell yeah sorta way, derelict in a rec for you for quite some time. Suffice to say, RL has been an overbearing, PMSing, Amish virgin on my back lately, and for that, I apologize profusely.

*hangs head, highly anticipating the floggings*

By the grace of a fortuitous peek at Twitter this afternoon, I was lucky enough to catch the tweet that held the title Master of Darkness.

Master of Darkness?

Well hell…

Summary: There was no rhyme or reason to our passion...our partnership. He was the lion and I was the foolish lamb that chose to love him. He was my darkness, and I relished the freedom of that dark embrace. All Human/OOC/AU

Ok, so Edward, Darkness, and an M rating.

Mmmhmmm.

So I checked it out. It was the second paragraph of the first chapter that made me lick my lips:

If someone had told me even an hour before that my life would change that night I would have never believed them. I was one of those people who never experienced anything exciting, let alone life changing. Yet out of all the places he could have picked he selected mine. Neither of us knows why we let things go this long. I should have made that phone call when he told me I was free…should have made the run to safety like my brain screamed. But I stayed…and I've never regretted it since….I embraced the darkness that surrounded him – excepting it as my own.

The first chapter held me, and that’s saying something nowadays, but damn it all to hell, it was only one chapter.

*big wankin’ sigh*

But then lo and behold, this afternoon, another.

My side ached from the knife wound; stupid ass had somehow nailed me. But I had been through worse; if nothing my training had prepared me for everything imaginable. I still wasn't sure why I had selected this home; there was just a pull that had drawn me to here. Looking around I smiled when I realized what a perfect victim I had selected. A single female with obviously little or no friends. The rooms I had walked through showed a simple touch yet very little use. No one would miss this one.

annnnd an A/N that indicates weekly updates.

But then literally, as I’m typing that sentence above, a third!

*goes to quickly read*

A surprising revelation in the bio for Bonesy was that this fic was pulled, and is now being posted again, so I hope I’m not the last one to the party, although I often am, and all of you dark lovers haven’t already read this one. *looks around* From what I can tell from just three chapters, this looks right up all of our dark alleys.

Oh, and remember to leave our BB some dark hoor lurrrve in the form of a review too.

I’ll have to admit to you lovely, lascivious readers of this blog, I’ve had a hard time finding dark fics lately, so dammit, put your fingers to that keyboard already and gives us gals here on DT, and more importantly yourselves, something to read! Or, drop us an email and let us know if there’s something out there that we missed, highly improbably, but not impossible, and we’ll check it out! ;)

Until next time, may your Darkest Temptations be served…

Content1's Cravings



Conquer by rhythm junkie

Summary: Edward wants Bella to submit to him and will do anything to make that happen. AH/OOC/AU PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS EDWARD IS VERY DARK, AS IS THIS STORY - DEALING WITH VERY DISTURBING ISSUES. This is nothing like my other stories, please be aware.

For my second outing on the Darkest Temptations website, I offer up a one-shot by rhythm junkie. It is definitely a Darkward story, and it has the smatterings of control and domination that I think we all fantasize about when we think of the Edward of our deepest fantasies.

I know…I know…a one shot. BUT…it is a nice long one, and the writer has even said we might just see what Bella was thinking in a possible follow up chapter. We can only hope.

Let me give you how the story begins:

He stood beneath her window like a demonic version of Romeo, looking up longingly at the pale light. He slipped off his boots and his jacket, laying them behind the rosebushes he had helped Esme plant when he was five. She had nailed her window shut months ago but Edward had stolen in this morning, when she was studying at Lauren's, and prised them free. He had oiled the window, making sure it was smooth and noiseless in its runners, then clipped the heads from the nails and placed them back into the empty holes. Bella would never know to look at it that it had been tampered with. He jogged on the spot, anticipation making him restless. Unbidden, he remembered when he started crawling in her window.

So here is the premise of this wonderfully wicked little story - Edward has known Bella since she was a baby, and due to Renee’s manipulation of Charlie, Bella is often left in the Cullen’s care.

He'd known Bella since the day she was born. Esme smiled indulgently and told him he couldn't possibly remember, he was only two when Bella was born, but he remembered. Her eyes had barely opened the entire time Renee and Charlie had visited, her little hands bunched into fists as if she were already aware of him and preparing for their battle.

What we see develop is the Edward’s possessive nature toward the babe he believes is his.

"You know it's not just that," the tone weary, "My colleague thinks perhaps the adoption has affected Edward. Maybe he subconsciously fears abandonment and exerts control to stop that happening again."

And exerting control he does. Bella is his, and he will do anything and everything to possess her, including fighting, fucking other women to gain her attention, and physical control when he does not get the reaction he desires.

"You're ruining my life Edward," she bit out. "I can't have friends, I can't have a boyfriend, I can't have a job. You ruin everything." She stood tall and looked him straight in the eye, her face a mask of fury. "I hate you."

And just like that, the power shifted back again.

The words cut right into his soul. She hated him? No, that couldn't be. He could see her face losing its fury, twisting into a familiar expression. Fear. He could feel his anger taking him over, the beast from within. He stepped forward.

His reaction?

"If you don't take it back right now, I will make you," he lowered his lips to her ear, "by any means necessary."

I won’t tell you how the story ends, because I’m hoping that you’ll go over to enjoy it. I can tell you that I did.

While you are there visit her other stories. They are delicious, and unlike some of my fellow Temptations, I was thrilled to see the word “slash” on several of the descriptions.

I want to personally thank Mary for sending on this rec – bless you my child!

Tell her I sent you…

EdwardsChipper's Rec

Buried Amongst the Begonias

by: DurtyNelly

Blog: http://durtynellystwistedhouseofhorrors.blogspot.com/

*slowly threads fingers, stretches out hands, and soundly cracks knuckles*

WARNING: Author's Note - This story is not for the faint of heart. It contains graphic scenes of violence, torture, rape, murder and S&M.

*points up* Okay, now go read that up there again. I want no one emailing DT or PMing me saying they weren’t sufficiently warned.

On that note, helloooo again, my pernicious, pervilicious peeps! Over the last few days, it has occurred to me that I’ve been…rather lenient on all of you. I’ve been lax in my duties in reccing to you that for which you would sell your wares on the infamous Darkest Temptations corner in the midst of Hurricane Andrew. That for which makes you salivate more than a vamp smack dab front and center at a highly-attended, stuffed-to-the-gills-stadium, sporting event. That for which makes you take your laptop into the nearest closet to hide, your eyes glued to the screen, your ladybits a-tingling with anticipation.

Yep, no more pussy-footin’ around because it’s time for the Big Guns - a fic with more what-the-fuck moments than Britney Spears attempting to complete a crossword puzzle.

I give you…Buried Amongst the Begonias.

Now, if you haven’t already read this one, I highly suggest a cocktail, quite a few hours of uninterrupted solitude, and a firm grasp on what you can and cannot stomach. To say this is not for the faint of heart would be the quintessential understatement of the decade for me.

Yeeeeah.

Summary: Why has Alice kept her best friend, Bella, away from her twin brother? What will happen when she finally meets him? Will Alice's warnings keep Bella way? Or will she do something very stupid? All Human. Horror/Splatterpunk. Rated: M

*laughs* I just read that summary for the first time in about a year. It’s like comparing Dr. Seuss to Stephen King. Both are really good authors, but their styles are just so…different. ;)

What is Splatterplunk, you ask? Well, DurtyNelly offers up a nice and tidy definition on her blog:

Splatterpunk—a term coined in 1986 by David J. Schow at the Twelfth World Fantasy Convention in Providence, Rhode Island—refers to a movement within horror fiction distinguished by its graphic, often gory, depiction of violence and "hyperintensive horror with no limits." It is regarded as a revolt against the "traditional, meekly suggestive horror story".

Mmmmhmmm.

So here’s the dilemma. If I tell you the gist of this fic, I will give entirely too much away because the joy of it is discovering all the twists and turns along the way. The summary does a very good job of giving you just enough. But if you’re just itchin’ for a teensy-weensy bit, I found this particularly tantalizing part which should leave you panting for more:

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"Anyway, so you met Edward..." she waved her hand at me, motioning for me to go on.

"Yea," I said slowly. We would be coming back to Emmett later.

And then I told her everything. Sparing no details. I told her why I was there, meeting Edward, every move he made, everything he said, everything I felt. I even told her about Alice's reaction to finding me in the house, their little confrontation when I was hidden in the bathroom, Alice asking me to promise to stay away from him, and finally, how I told her I couldn't do that.

When I had finished talking, Rose was looking at me like I had a tampon shoved up each nostril.

"What the fuck, Bella?" she said, shaking her head at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Hmm, how about this guy sounds a bit fucked up. Maybe, you should listen to his sister and stay the hell away from the freak," she replied disdainfully.

"No, Rose, you're not listening. He's...ahhh, why did I think you would understand?" I huffed, crossing my arms.

Looks like you're on your own, Bella. Yippee, now my head hurts.

"Come on, Bella, he called you 'little girl', that is fucking creepy! Not to mention, Alice said he was dangerous!" Her voice was climbing and by the end she was yelling at me.

"She said 'sometimes'!" I yelled back.

"Ohh, please, for-fucking-give me. So, now you can just go on a date with him when he's having a non-psycho day!" she replied sarcastically.

I was fuming, not because of what she said, but because I knew she was right, and because I knew I wouldn't listen to her. I had made up my mind yesterday. I wanted to see him, get to know him...maybe he wouldn't be so bad. Maybe, he was simply misunderstood. Alice had said he was complicated, not crazy.

Oh and the delusions just keep coming!

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I mean, really, how fucked up can Edward be? (Pipe down, you Jasperites!) He’s Edddwarrrd… *sighs*

Pah!

Trust me when I say that Edward is nothing like Edward, at least not in any other fic I’ve read. You also have the rest of your standard cast of Cullens, including Jake *makes vomit noise*. Buuuuuttt even Jake isn’t…shall we say, typical. *smirks*

I can’t recommend this fic enough if you can handle the subject matter. DurtyNelly is a master of the build-up, the mystery…and none but the most serious of horror - excuse me, Gothic Horror - fans should take this one for a spin. Remember to leave her some love, too, ‘cuz even seriously-twisted, gothic horror writers need some lovin’ every now and again.

Until next time, may your Darkest Temptations be served…!

EdwardsChipper's Rec

Fold Your Wings

by: Jadalulu

(Omfg, that tagline gets me every fucking time.)

Hello again, my fellow lickable lovers of all things dark. I think I’ve found a devilishly divine tale – one that, while only five chapters as of this writing, captured my libido just like a glance at my CardboardWard would do upon reading the very first chapter.

*sighs deeply*

I have to give out some licks and humps to my gal, Tiffnificent, who tweeted this a while back and I happened to catch it because it’s chock full of naughty, not to mention an Edward – or Roughward – who is just downright…nasty. *grins*

Summary: "The liberties he assumes with my body should enrage me, anger me beyond my own sanity. But it's just not that simple." Encounters born of need. Consequences neither saw coming. Guard your hearts. Not the ExB you're used to. AH

Now, Jadalulu writes up front that this is not a BDSM story, and if you’re going into it with a MoTU frame of mind, I’m thinkin’ that’s not a good idea either. See, Bella is a working-to-the-bone, relatively-starving grad student trying to make it on her own away from her pessimistic and downright conservative father (Charlie) and a mother (Renee) who seems to be more inclined with “keeping the peace” (a phrase I detest) than helping her own daughter. Bella works as much as she is physically able to as a maid in a hotel while also waitressing at a bar – all while going to school.

The Prologue begins with a flashback – or a flash-forward, if you will – and it’s not until Chapter 1 that we get an idea of our Bella. I’ll say here that I like this Bella, and it’s not often I do because…well, in some ways, I relate to her struggle. The demands of school, earning money for school, and the conservative father all touched familiar chords with me. Now, the rest of the story… Heh, one can dream!

It’s while at her lowest of lows and most exhausted moments that one Edward Cullen drifts into Bella’s secluded little world:

The Jawline of the Gods clenches and he shoves his hands in his pant pockets. He exhales a long, deep breath from his nose again.

"Your name? It's Isabella, is it not?" He can barely contain his impatience. His words are clipped. Testy, this one. Gorgeous or not, I'm not in the mood. His attitude is beginning to piss me off.

"How do you know my name? And what the hell business of it is yours?" I narrow my eyes and fix him with my own impatient glare.

The eyebrows lift and he raises his hands in a mock surrender. "Down girl. Blame the name tag stuck to your tit. Oh yeah, and those pesky school teachers that taught me how to read. Can't forget them. May I?" He unbuttons his jacket, gestures to the seat beside me, and doesn't wait for my permission as he sits. His movements are lithe. He leans forward on his elbows and folds his hands together on the table top. The confidence with which he moves is obvious in his posture. It screams smooth mother fucker. I'm taken aback by how crude he is. In my booth.

I look down at said name tag and feel dumb for not remembering I had it on. A waitress approaches from behind the bar and he waves her away with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand. "Please, make yourself comfortable." I attempt sarcasm, but he doesn't hear me as he begins speaking before I'm finished.

"I have a proposition for you, Isabella." There's something about the way my full name sounds coming from his mouth. He has a devious tone to his voice. I know his type. I may not be a social butterfly, but I'm observant and I've had my fair share of run-ins with men like this. Wealthy, handsome, accustomed to getting the things they want without question. Even still, I'm thrown by the effect he has on me. His intentions are no doubt to intimidate me and I'm beginning to feel angry...because it's working. And I hate it. It's been years since I've felt this. Since the last time I saw the disgusted look Charlie always wore especially for me.

"Um..." I'm cut off.

"Are you capable of more than monosyllabic communication or is this conversation going to take all morning? I have shit to do." His barking takes me by surprise and I speak the first thing I think.

"Look, if my conversation skills aren't to your liking, perhaps you should leave me alone. And as for all the shit you have to do, don't let little old me hold you up. Feel free to fuck off." My pride won't allow me to show it, but inside I'm gaping at myself. I never speak like this. Ever. In my head, sure. And occasionally in banter with Angela. But out loud, to another person? Never. Keeping to yourself limits a lot of confrontation. I'm out of my element. Not even in all my years growing up did I ever even bother to speak out against Charlie. I feel like a fish out of water

His eyes narrow and his facial expression is not that of someone who's just been told where they can go. He almost looks...amused. Almost. His scowl is immovable, but I could've sworn I saw his lip twitch. I'm just about to grab my stuff and go when he speaks up.

"I believe you'd be interested in what I have to say. I'm a business man. And I'd like to make a deal with you, Isabella."

His eyes are different now. Instead of the lighter blue from before, they seem dark, a steel gray. They drop to my lips...

Down...

My chest...

Down...

My legs...

Now, besides the Prologue, this little tête-à-tête between our two main characters just made me want to say…

Yippee Ki-yay, Kinksters!!

We have a snarky Bella and, as Jada calls him, a “smooth mother fucker” *drifts momentarily* Yeah, a FUCKHAWT smooth mother fucker – with a proposition.

Where do I sign…?

The Prologue itself, I think, clues us all in to just how this fic will be, but I’m more than anxious to see where Jadalulu takes us with this, which is why I’m recc’ing it now. I have this tingling in my gut that it’s going to be an awesome ride, pun intended, for all of us who have a…penchant for this type of fic. ;)

Okay, go now – read, catch up with me, and then send me a PM or Tweet or email and let me know what you think. We can tingle and oooh and aaah together. *smirks* And don’t forget to leave Jadalulu some love. I hear she may be handing out ShamWows with this fic. Tee hee!

Until next time, may your Darkest Temptations be served…

Izzy Rec's Broken by Jazz2122

Wow, it feels like so long since I've done this. I've missed rec'ing stories over here, and luckily it's my week. WOOT!

I haven't had a lot of time to read much lately with the TwiWrite and the 5 gazillion fics I have going on. *headdesk* But I was able to find some down time a couple of days ago (mainly during nap time for the little one and insomnia induced reading) to scope out some stories I've been meaning to read on the site. This is one of them.

Broken 

by

jazz2122

Summary: When Edward begins abusing his girlfriend Bella Swan, both physically and emotionally, how far will his brother Jasper go to save her?

This is a Darkward Jasper/Bella story. You can probably got that by the summary, though. The first chapter reeled me in with JPOV and how he sees Bella as broken, hence the title. Once you begin to read the hell this poor girl goes through at the hands of Edward, you realize just why she's broken. 

Edward, for lack of a better word, is a complete DICK! Although, I believe this word sums it up nicely. *nods* Now, I don't mean he's just an asshole, no, I mean he abuses Bella in the worst possible way. It's disgusting what he puts her through. I don't see how she can take much more, and as the chapters continue on, you can see her hope, will, determination deteriorate as she sees herself as alone in all this. 

The author gives us flashbacks to happier times as we go, showing us that things weren't always this way. We have to wonder what happened to make Edward turn from devoted, love sick boyfriend, to this evil monster who beats this poor girl over nothing. The answer is revealed a little later into the fic and we get an idea of what the turn around was. 

Honestly, I can see why Edward would be so upset, because Bella does something she shouldn't have, *although who wouldn't in her situation, you'll see what I mean*, and his change of attitude towards her makes complete sense. That doesn't give him the right to beat the shit out of her at every turn and treat her like a whore, it just gives you an idea of what made his monster come out and visit. 

We also have Jasper, who is Edward's very jealous brother. He fell in love with Bella at first site and sparks seemed to fly between them, but she's with Edward and he's a jealous asshole too, so nothing can come of that. Doesn't mean she doesn't think about Jasper, though, and after realizing that no one is going to help her out of this crazy relationship with Edward, Jasper might be her only hope of leaving. 

This story is 11 chapters plus a prologue in, and it is really good so far. The author does a good job of showing the emotions that Bella is going through and giving us the flashbacks to explain how shit got so fucked up along the way. Please give it a chance and leave her some love. This story has one really fucked up Darkward, but it looks like Jasper might come and save the day. WoooHoo. 

Darkfic rec: Flesh & Blood by JazzyHips

Flesh & Blood by JizzyHips

This week, I have decided to indulge in one of my obsessions.  Actually it combines two of my favourite obsessions.  Twilight and zombies.  Oooooh yes, not only have we got a Zombie One Shot Contest going on here at the Darkest Temptations...but our very own Dark Mistress, JaspersIzzy has a zombie collab going on with HammerHips.  JizzyHips is their collab name <sniggers> and you can find them on Twiwrite. 

Now, onto the rec, which is why you’re here in the first place.  Flesh & Blood by JizzyHips (still sniggering at the name) is a J/B zombie fic that has definitely captured my attention.  For those of you that have read both JaspersIzzy and HammerHips’ other fics, you might think you know what to expect.  

Bwhahahahahahahahahah.  Think them and MORE....so, much more.  

It’s only two chaps and a prologue in, but fuck me backwards with a rolling pin...this thing is dark, sinister, chilling, captivating, intriguing, intelligently done....and it’s scary <nodslots> well...it scared me anyway.  Plus the signature of a truly great fic is that it leaves you wanting more.  And my God, do you want more of this one.  I sit whimpering at my laptop and have to stop myself from begging Izzy and HH for more....besides, they might get the wrong idea <smirks> not that I'd be <slaps self>.  Ok, ok, getting off track here.

Basically what I'm trying to say is that this is awesome...awesome with more awesome and its zombies, people...ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Stop reading this; click on one of the links a get reading the story!  NOW!  Go on. 

 Have fun, GemmaLisaX

Edward'sChipper Rec

Edward Cullen: Confessions of a Serial Killer

By: SoapyMayhem

Most of you know my complete and utter lust for a Darkward. Give me tortured, even irredeemable, but with a dark charm, and I’m a deep puddle of goo. So when I saw the title of this fic, I mean Edward as a serial killer? Yeah, jumped right in the pool, clothes on.

Soapy has a warning up front, which I’ll give you here: This story is going to be very violent, and in a later chapter will have a non-sensational depiction of rape. Rated M for a reason.

So as my favorite Torontoan sometimes says (that would be Alexis Danaan), if that ain’t your cuppa, you might want to skip this one.

Summary: Edward is a hematologist by day and a serial killer by night. Sensing his dark tendencies at an early age, Carlisle molds Edward into a weapon for justice. Bella, a recovering alcoholic, wants to get to know the real Edward. Dexter plot crossover HEA

Now, I’m not a Dexter-watcher, and I don’t think you need to be for this fic, although you make pick up tid-bits a non-viewer wouldn’t. It’s a slow build, but I’m ALL FOR good character and story development when we’re talking about a subject as rich and dark as this. What really intrigued me were the first few paragraphs of the Prologue. It’s not often a Prologue does it for me, or grabs me the way this one did. A snippet:

Blood. Sometimes it sets my teeth on edge; other times it helps me control the chaos. In those times it had always filled a void, and though only temporary, it was filled nonetheless.

Tonight I'm stalking Felix Hart- not my usual victim but definitely a monster, a child rapist.

This type of monster, while vile, is not included in The Code, and is therefore deemed to be punished by law. However, as of late, I've developed a slight weakness for hunting child predators. They are my only exception to The Code.

Rule number one is 'no innocent victims'. I know the rule is meant to only include murderers, but lately I've been interpreting it a bit loosely to include types like Felix. There are several reasons that have led me to loosen my criteria, but the most logical one was a recent study I'd read on the percentage of molested children that turn to crime and in particular- murder. I wanted to prevent that from happening. My kills had to serve a purpose, or they were just plain murder.

Though, monster I myself may be, I would never harm a child. In fact, I find myself to be quite protective and intrigued when I meet other people's children, most likely because of their purity and innocence. If I, a monster of the most horrific type, am thoroughly disgusted by the idea of harming a child, it would prove likely that most 'normal' people wouldn't be opposed to my planned disposal of Felix, and others like him. It was likely that, were I to have approached his victim's parents, I'd even be paid for my services. Money, however, had nothing to do with why I would be killing Felix this evening.

A serial killer…with a conscience? A vigilante? Oh yeeeeaaaah.

Edward also seems to have an intimacy issue, *pipe down all you Jasperites*, looking for the “quiet, shy, and emotionally damaged* and unable to…fully deliver in the bedroom being emotionally detached himself. Carlisle is part of his pressures, suggesting he should find a wife if only to have a really good cover story.

Enter Bella, a recovering alcoholic with a passion, or an obsession, for painting. Painting what, you ask?

Depictions of gruesome murders.

*alarm bells go off*

Yeah, our poor little Bella seems to have a past of her own, although it’s slowly being revealed still. Haunted by gruesome nightmares, she paints what she’s sees in them. She meets Alice at an AA meeting, where Alice asks to be her sponsor. It just so happens Alice has two single brothers, one a cop named Emmett, and one a doctor named Edward, and promptly, in only Alice fashion, invites Bella over to have dinner with the family.

Dun duh duh.

"This is Bella, Eddie," Emmett said, ignoring my not so subtle hint to stop using the juvenile nickname. I hid the scowl that threatened to erupt on my face, and turned to see Bella.

I regarded her but she didn't meet my glance, she was looking down at her lap. I followed her gaze to see her hands balled into fists in her lap and then back up to her face to see her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She was too shy to look at me. Jackpot.

"Hello, Bella, it's a pleasure," I said making my voice as smooth as honey, wanting her to feel it flow over her like silk. I held out my hand for her to take it, but her fists only tightened turning her knuckles white.

"Hello, Edward," she whispered, "it's nice to meet you too."

I was about to attempt making small talk with her when she finally looked up at me and met my glance. My words caught in my throat and a bit of a wheezing sound came out. I then began to cough a bit. She looked at me with reddened cheeks and eyes that were filled with concern. Her eyes - they were dark, deep and sad. They made my chest clench for a brief second, which is what caused my little fit.

"Will you excuse me for a moment," I half choked, half spoke.

I haven’t given you nearly half of what you will learn about these characters in the first six chapters of this fic, mostly because part of it’s charm is discovering all of the intricacies, all of the idiosyncrasies of them, who not only include Edward and Bella, but the usual cast of characters as well. You get both BellaPOV and EdwardPOV, which is also something I like, especially in a fic like this, because I love the dark journey of what’s going inside their heads as well.

Now Soapy has only posted up to Chapter 6 of this fic, but she tells me by email that I will have a teaser of Chapter 7 shortly for reccing her. Yay me! But I’m SURE she will be posting as quickly as she can for all of you. *snickers* So go read, leave her beaucoup amounts of dark love, and be sure to let her know DT sent ya.

Till next time, may your Darkest Temptations be served.

Cullen818 Recs Jasper's Darlin' Kathy

So out of all the dark vamps, Darkward is my fave. The original character of Edward had so many dark and evil possibilities and that's why I'm so glad we have Fan Fiction. Where else would we get the opportunity to read all that vampy porn?  Well, not just the porn, but I'm always floored at the amount of creativity and sheer brilliance that some of our favorite authors come up with.

When searching for a fic to rec this week, I decided to go with The Hot Empath, Beautiful Human and The Sexy Doctor. Doesn't that title just intrigue the hell out of you?  This story has been around awhile and Jasper's Darlin' Kathy is doing her best to complete it.  It features a wickedly evil Edward. He'll make your skin crawl.

Summary - What would you do if you walked in your home at the wrong time? Or was it the right time? If someone asked you to join them, what would you do? Was a one-shot, now a story. Sometimes things are much worse than they seem. J/B/C. Lemony goodness. Rated M

So, even if you're not into dark fics, and I really wouldn't classify this one as a dark fic, this story starts out really sexy. Threesomes galore!  Jasper/Bella/Carlisle have some pretty steamy moments in this one and every time I read, I think, "That Bella's one lucky bitch!"

As the story goes, our "threesome" is having a really good time until Edward gets wind of what's been going on back at Casa de Cullen since he's been gone and he's not having any of it!  The beast is unleashed and not in a good way. He's not standing by and allowing his "father" and "brother" to take what he has initially found.

I'm not giving anything away, but Bella suddenly becomes the damsel in distress and she has not one, but two knights out to rescue her. See, lucky bitch!

Go check this one out and join me back here on Friday when I attempt to defile Jasper's Darlin' Kathy and see what she has planned for this sexy little fic.

The Doll House
by: Kambria Rain

Helllllo again, my lovers of lasciviousness, purveyors of perv, my kindred spirits of kink. This week, I have something a leeeetle different for you. Well, different from what you would normally expect from this titillating Temptress. As some of you know, I have a tendency to veer toward the lemony. Let me rephrase – the Twisted Lemontini with a rind thrown in for splash. Yeah.

But today, I’m bringing to you something slightly different. More horror than h00r, I do believe. I’m going more towards my new name here on the DT…that’d be EVIL Temptress.

Fitting, eh? *cackles*

After all, it’s really only 9 days since Halloween, and while I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready for a gobble or a ho, ho, ho. Well, maybe a ho...ing. Ho-ing.

But I digress, as per usual.

Today’s a-rec’in romp comes from Kambria Rain’s: The Doll House. Her summary:

We were all going to die. I used to be an optimistic person, but that went out the window as soon as the hot mountain man decided we were going to hunt the hunters. AH. Warning: So far, there are minor character deaths, and Edward's a little scary.

Spring Break. A time where cares are thrown out the window, Coronas flow freely, and copulation is…*drifts*…eh. In KR’s fic, sixteen campers go on a trek to Tennessee (so yeah, I was thinkin’ that too - who goes to Tennessee for Spring Break?) Amongst the crew you have the brainiac, the nympho, the “perfect” couple, and a few others, along with our harried and hopeless heroine, who has just broken up with her boyfriend, Jake, but he’s along for the ride anyway. From Bella’s POV:

You're supposed to drink your school worries away on Spring Break. You're supposed to do stupid things you would never dream of doing and blame it on the alcohol. You're supposed to wake up next to random strangers and sneak out before you have to talk about what happened.

Bella is quite feisty, I might add, the fic being all her POV, and the one-liners and zingers in this one had me chuckling. I always appreciate a smartass Bella. But Rose is a close second, and it seems as though Rose and Bella had a thang in the past, which makes for interesting banter.

But this is AH, except for maybe whatever is out to get them. Of course, people start getting picked off, just like any good, walking-in-the-forest, bunch-of-horny-college-kids, slasher-fest will be. But the pace kept me intrigued, and even more so, when a mysterious and hot mountain man shows up:

I tried to scream, but it was muffled against his hand. He easily lifted my feet off the ground and carried me backwards. He turned me around, pushing my back against a tree with his hand still covering my mouth.

Holy shit.

"Hello again." It wasn't Royce. It was Hot Mean Guy! "I take it you're Bella. Shake your head yes or no." I nodded. "Now I'm going to tell you what we're going to do. Okay?" I nodded. "Good girl. I'm going to take you back to the cabin. You are going to get all your little friends," he paused, pushing my hair away from my face, "and you're going to get the hell out of these mountains." When I nodded this time, he took his hand away from mouth.

"Who are you?" I asked, hating how my voice shook.

"That doesn't matter," he growled. "I'm not the most dangerous thing out here."

"Y-you're dangerous?" What the hell was going on?

My breath hitched when he thrust his hips forward, letting me feel the very large, very hard bulge in his pants. "To you I am." He let me go, but grabbed my wrist, "Let's go. We need to hurry."

I stumbled a few times as he pulled me back towards the cabin. He was walking so fast. I wanted to ask him questions. I wanted to know what else was out there. I wanted to know what he was doing here. I wanted to know exactly how dangerous he could be.

We were almost there when a bloodcurdling scream ripped through the air. I froze, but he yanked me forward. "Get inside. Now!"

"Please, please just tell me your name." I had to know.

He looked angry and frustrated that I wasn't doing as he said. Finally he huffed, "It's Edward. Now GO!"

Um, I really like this part: “…very large, very hard bulge in his pants.” *sighs*

Whoops, sorry. Yep, Edward is here, in all of his controlling glory, and I’ve put this in the Darkward category, even though he’s not as twisted as you would expect in a rec from me. There’s also a nice little lemon in here, but also a rape, although off-screen and no description. It’s a complete, fifteen chapters of murderin’ thrill ride, and quite a surprise. Give it a read, and don’t forget to leave Kambria Rain some review love.

Till next time, may your Darkest Temptations be served…

The Monster and I

By: beautifulyes

Hello again, my fellow lovers of all things dark, twisted, and delicious. Ooooh, and do I have a temptation for you this week. Allow me to thank my good pal HammerHips for sending my pervy, and ever-expanding, ass over to this one. Yes, for those of you that know her, she DID actually rec me an Edward fic, and yes, HELL REALLY DID freeze over.

But I warn you, as I’ve done before, this might not be for everyone. We have Darkdomward, we have rough smexin, and well, if I tell you any more of what we have, I’ll be giving all the good sh…er, stuff away.

The Summary: A darker romance. Searching for balance and trust, Edward and Bella negotiate a tangled web of sex, blood, secrets, kink, and demons from the past. NOT CANON-STYLE VAMPIRES. Very, very AU. Much lemons, violence, and dark and dominant Edward.

The first two chapters start of relatively tame, but I encourage you to read the set-up in them offered by beautifuleyes. Even though quite canon, the future is alluded to quite nicely in this paragraph:

"Why I haven't kissed you or . . . anything. When I'm close to you, when I'm, well, aroused"—he formed the word with difficulty—"it's like this monster wakes up inside of me and I want to, need to taste your blood. And it's worse. I get . . . violent, I guess. I feel like I have to exercise my power over you. Like I'm . . . compelled to do things to you, just to make sure that you really are mine." His voice grew rough and quiet as he spoke. "To mark you, to bend you to my will, to make you scream my name—in pain or pleasure, it wouldn't matter. I'd hurt you, I'd force you, I'd watch you beg, and I'd enjoy every fucking second of it." His whisper was almost a growl.

Beautifulyes gives us the frustratingly canon Edward fighting Bella’s not-so-subtle longing to jump his shark, but there is a COMPLETELY different reason for his hesitation to do so. We’re not talking Mr. Prude, 107-year-old-virgin, stick-up-his-ass Edward here. Nuh uh.

I hesitate to even give you a smidge of this fic, because every teaser I started to use, nearly every line in the first 7 chapters or so, just gives too much away. But in case you’re wondering about tone, or dynamic, or just need a little sumtim sumtin, I’ll give you this:

His grip on my forearm was tight and stiff as stone, and his tone was similarly hostile. "Time's up, love."

I felt anxious, but also strangely relieved that he had made the decision for me. I had to stay, right?

"Strip. Stay on the bed," he commanded simply and released my arm. As I slipped out of my tank top and pajama pants, he got out of bed and rantedas he rustled through my drawers.

"I think you do it on purpose. The blushing, the pouting, the cleavage-baring shirts that show off your neck like it's a goddamn steak dinner. You're trying to make me crazy. I think it's fucking fun for you to wiggle your ass against my cock at night and watch me nearly crack." He slammed the last dresser drawer closed, and turned to the pile of clothes nestled against the closet. "Begging me with your eyes to bite you, making yourself so wet I can smell your cunt from the next room. You know I'm suffering, and you love it. Don't you?"

I hadn't been doing anything of the sort. Had I? "I . . . um . . ."

"Shut up." He found his jeans from yesterday and pulled his belt out of the loops. "I don't want a fucking apology, I want justice. An eye for an eye, the simplest kind. You torture me, I torture you." He took the belt in both hands and snapped it with a startling thwack.

Oh God. No, he couldn't be. My stomach clenched in fear. Could I handle this?

I don’t know about you, but I’d like to handle…er, nevermind.

There is another part of this story, and that’s the father figure Carlisle and the mother figure Esme. After unsuccessful attempts at children of their own, they adopt a little boy from the hospital, Edward. But Edward isn’t like all little boys, and Carlisle’s fascination with what Edwards is threatens the nice and neat family that Esme, Edward, and he have become. Tormented by what’s happened in the past, but equally afraid of what now will be the future, this is a somewhat canon, but also quite different Carlisle. Oh, and if anyone’s looking for, um, a different spin on Esme? This just might be the fic to read.

I’ll warn you again about this fic. Dark? Yep. Twisted? Definitely. Disturbing? Hell yeah. It’s only fourteen chapters, and so far it says it’s incomplete. But believe me, that fourteenth chapter is a dooooozaaaaay.

Remember to leave beautifulyes some love with a review, even if it’s to say, “Holy ever-bloomin’ sheeeeyit, where did that come from?” I can almost guarantee you’ll say it at least once while reading this. Also, if there’s anything out there you think should be spotlighted here, drop me an email at foreveredwards7@gmail.com, or any of us gals here at DT.

Until next time, may your Darkest Temptations be served…