WritingWithChoco

Hi, my name is Esmée and I love writing. I mostly write fantasy, sometimes poems and I also have a hero and villain blog here on Tumblr. This blog is a more personal blog for @hotchocolatewriting, so I can share a little more of what I'm doing and what I'm thinking of.

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So I don't know how many followers of this sideblog are still active but I was wondering.. Would some of you be interested in me posting some origional OC hurt/comfort, hero/villain content on my writing blog later? And with later I mean I have no idea when but I'm working on something that I might wanna post on @hotchocolatewriting

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Got some new books yesterday 😁

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Prompt #3295

“If I behave, I’m a hero. If I step out of line, I’m a villain. You know what I can never be? Normal.”

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Also just so you guys know, there will be a next part for the latest snippet. Someone made a request for it. I just need to think what I want to do with it so might be later this week. I haven’t started writing it yet, but it will be there! I am also slowly thinking about the christmas drabble and I found an idea I had for last year so I will probably use that.

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So as some of you may know I read a lot of manga but did I ever show you guys the tbr 😂

For books it's way and I mean WAY worse but this is the current manga stack.

Seraph is one of my favourite animes and I'm waiting to get vol 5 so I can do a small binge read. I managed to find a lot second hand but my gosh that series is currently hard to collect.

From the rest I read vigilantes 2 today and also pokémon mewtwo strikes back. Oh and Bungo stray dogs. I got that one as a present and hadn't included it in the picture but I read it 😁

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Short Prompt #1056

CW: sexual themes.

"I know seventy-five different ways to kill a man," The villain hissed, trying to get the hero to back off.

Hero's smug grin didn't falter as they replied, "And I know seventy-six ways to fuck a man, so who's the real loser here?"

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Smuwfy I am so disappointed in you... you missed the opportunity. HOW COULD YOU MISS THE CHANCE TO SAY "I know *69* ways to fuck a man" ?!?!?!

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@creweemmaeec11​  @some-messed-up-writing-for-you​ ultimate solution: make it the continuation ;P

“Damn,” replied the villain, changing tactics on the fly. If the hero wanted to play dirty, they could play dirtier. “I only know sixty nine. Want to teach me the other seven?”

The hero’s grin didn’t dip. If anything, it broadened. “I thought you’d never ask. Here and now?”

“Next week,” they replied, bargaining for time. If they set up a date(?) next week, the hero couldn’t arrest them now, and they could always skip it. “We need plenty of time for seven different methods.”

“I can give them to you quick and dirty-”

The villain arched an eyebrow, unable to resist the easy opening. “Doesn’t say much for your stamina.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“It is.”

The hero laughed, head tipped back to bare the column of their throat. “Fine. I have no problems proving myself. But I have my own requirement.”

“If you’re about to say anything about handcuffs-”

They laughed again, halfway to a purr. “No, darling, even if that would be fun. I only know sixty nine ways to kill a man, so I want a demonstration of your other six methods in return.”

“Deal,” the villain agreed. “I’ll demonstrate on you too.”

“We’ll need another date, though. After I’m through with you, you won’t be able to demonstrate anything.”

The villain swallowed. “I could go first? There’ll be no need for a second date if you’re already dead six different ways.”

“But I have stamina to prove and seven methods to teach you, and I never back out of a deal.” The hero looked them up and down, lust bright in their masked eyes. “Besides, I’m not dying before enjoying an opportunity half the city would kill for. I’ll show up in your lair next week. It’s a date.”

The villain blinked back into awareness as the hero leapt off the roof. That wasn’t what they- wait, no, they hadn’t meant to- “A date?” A real date, a sex date, with their nemesis? In their own lair? They had meant to get rid of them, not- not flirt back. “Hey, wait, I didn’t agree to this! Don’t you dare-”

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I couldn't help myself... @gingerly-writing @some-messed-up-writing-for-you I had to

TW: no sex, just lots of sexual mention, suggestive-ness, and flirting, but nothing explicit actually happens in the snippet.

also look I don't know why this Is so long it just kinda ran away on me okay?

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The villain spent the first five days of the next week pacing tight circles in their lair, trying to figure out a way to get out of this deal they had sort-of-accidentally gotten themselves into.

It wasn't that they didn't want... or were against... it wasn't...

They'd never thought about it! Hero was always the enemy! They didn't let themselves think those kinds of thoughts about enemies!

But now that said door had been opened in their brain, it was like some twisted, lustful version of something out of the shining. Now they couldn't STOP thinking about it. Them and hero... like that-

Their face was on FIRE. Their HEART was on FIRE. THEY were on FIRE.

What had they done!?!

Hero's words wouldn't stop replaying in their mind, "an opportunity half the city would kill for,"

Sleeping with them was an opportunity half the city would kill for?! WHAT!?! The hero's eyes... the genuine lust and excitement. This was not the first time hero had thought about THEM this way, and apparently, hero wasn't even the only one!

The scene replayed in the villain's mind for the millionth time, the hero's excited "I thought you'd never ask," followed by a "here and now?"

Hero would have been down to... right then and there?!? Six times!?!

Villain felt like they couldn't breathe.

Now that the horrible door in their brain had been opened, they also ran into another problem; sure, they might have known seventy-five ways to kill a man. That was their job, after all. Their profession. They were a professional, damn it!

What they did not know, however, were sixty-nine ways to fuck one. Heck- they didn't even think they could come up with the six hero had "promised to teach them!!"

How... how many holes did a human even have?

The criminal instantly slapped themselves in the face. WHAT on earth were they doing. How had they even gotten here?

The problem here wasn't that villain didn't know... enough ways... but if hero asked...

Oh god, oh god, oh god-

There was no way they could go through with this, surely? It wasn't like hero was actually going to go through with letting villain kill them, afterwards, but-

But they sure as hell looked serious about going through with their previous promise...

They were in trouble.

Its not like they could just skip it; they would run into hero again, and would inevitably have to come up with some explanation as to why.

"because I didn't think you were serious?" That would only land them in a corner of hero telling them they were, and they were back where they started.

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The villain spent the 6th day cleaning every inch of their lair. Maybe they could talk their way out of the deal once hero was here, but they weren't going to risk hero finding out any classified information.

Yeah, that was definitely the only reason. Not to make a good impression, certainly not. That's why they cleaned themselves up too. Obviously.

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On day seven....

Hero showed up pretty early that morning.

"Morning!" They chirped happily as they stepped in, closing the door behind themselves. They turned back to hand the criminal a bouquet of flowers, "These are for you! Since we're skipping dinner, I felt like the least I could do was get you flowers,"

The villain sputtered, "I, hero, listen to me, I-"

Something in their tone must have given them away because the hero's demeanour immediately became more serious, "What's wrong?

The criminal swallowed nervously, setting the flowers down, "I- listen, I don't know if we can do this-"

Hero's face fell in a way that did stupid things to the villain's insides, "What do you mean, why not?"

"Well we're enemies-"

"Oh please," hero rolled their eyes, "You're not going to start trying to lecture me on what's right and wrong are you?"

"No but-"

"Then what's really the matter?"

"I didn't think you were serious!"

"oh..." Hero deflated, eyes dimming, "So you never wanted to-"

"NO! That's not what I meant I just- I'd never thought about it!" Villain corrected quickly.

"And now that you have?" Hero asked, raising an eyebrow.

Immediately the villain's face took on a deep red hue as they looked away, thoughts flooding back into their head, "I- I-"

The hero's laughter snapped their attention back to their visitor, who was suddenly much closer than they remembered, "Ohhhh, I see" they purred in a way that definitely didn't make villain any redder, "You're just nervous,"

YES. YES THEY WERE!

Hero laughed again, leaning forward to bracket the villain against a wall they had unconsciously backed up against, "Don't worry darling, we can take it slow, and I can be gentle when asked~" They leaned in, close to the villain's ear, "Don't forget I'm here to teach you,"

With that the hero drew back, and at the uncertain look in the villain's eyes, their face fell more serious, "If you actually want me to stop, at any time, just say the word, okay?"

The criminal against the wall managed a nod.

The hero smiled at that, eyes gleaming, "Then it would seem..." they purred, "That class is in session,"

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Thought #185

Warnings: restraints

Hero struggled in their restraints and glared at Villain who was rifling through their things.

"Are you upset I tied you up?" Villain asked in a baby voice looking at Hero.

Hero scowled. "No. I'm pissed you tied me up with my Christmas lights that took me hours to wrap around my tree."

Villain laughed. "You didn't have anything else. What else was I supposed to do?"

"Not tie me up." Hero yelled.

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I finished writing part 4 for transported. I’m just letting some people read it before I post it. I hope they like it because it might not be what people expected (which is exactly what makes me nervous about it). Might post it later today but we will have to see.

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I managed to finish part 3 of transported too today and the fun thing is that I didn’t even think about writing it today. I’m happy I did because I quite like how it turned out. Posting is the most fun and exciting thing for me because I get to see people’s reactions. At the same time when I haven’t let someone read it first I always hope that it makes enough sense and that the English is okay. Yeah.. I could wait for people to check but I’m very impatient okay 😂 (And I need to overcome that fear anyway) I also wanted to make it max 3 parts. Guess it will be four now. Oh well, I love writing it!

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Seeing people react and reblog stuff I wrote again makes me so happy! I am also participating in nano this year to try and get myself back to writing and it is hard! I am very self doubting and see a lot of “flaws” that I want to change and make better. I did almost finish my first draft though! Probably this week! I also managed to read a lot this year and that is awesome because it helps me with writing too and it means I can relax enough to do so. Little update too: The last few months I have been doing half of my courses so I could have some time for myself and get back to hobbies and be less stressed and tired all the time. I think looking back and looking at what I am doing now I can say that, even though I didn’t want to do half of my courses, it was a good choice. I finally started writing again and reading and slowly feeling better. So yes for that! Seeing the support from people on @hotchocolatewriting actually means the world to me and it also helps a lot with the self doubt. So thanks again everyone!

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Prompt #3265

“You must be hungry,” the hero coaxed. “Starving, even. You should eat something. Anything. Make a request and I’ll bring it to you.”

“Freedom,” the villain snapped, and rolled away, facing the blank wall of their tiny concrete cell. “I’ll take fresh air as a substitute.”

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TW: talk of starving to the point of un-aliving

The hero sighed, posture deflating, “You know I can’t do that…” their voice was quiet, but still enough to echo off the walls of the barren room.

“Bullshit,” the villain spat, tone flat, no argument to be made, “You don’t take a no on something you really want,”

“When it’s above the law,” the hero tried, but the villain simply scoffed. They said nothing else.

Silence hung in the air like daggers. It was all-encompassing, a deadly still- it felt suffocating.

The hero’s eyes drifted over the villain in front of them, who was currently rolled over on their side facing away from them. Their heart ached when they noticed just how much smaller they were compared to when they were first brought in.

For the first week or so, eating hadn’t been a problem. Probably assuming they would be able to escape, the villain was as lively as ever. But as the days passed and more escape attempts failed, the hero watched the hope drain from their eyes.

The hero had aided with the construction of the cell to ensure it held them. There was no getting out.

That was when it began. More and more food started being sent back after each meal. After three days, it was clear the plate was completely untouched.

They’d still been drinking the glasses of water accompanied by each meal, though, so in an attempt to get some calories into them, the next meal was sent with a glass of soda instead. A brand the hero knew the villain liked. They were desolated when the glass came back full, as was the steaming hot coffee they tried the next morning.

At least the villain was talking to them today. That alone had been sparse the past two weeks.

“What about a drink?” the hero tried, “You must be thirsty, at least. Name a drink, and I’ll get it for you,”

“Water,” the villain replied simply.

At first, the hero jumped at getting a response, only to deflate once their brain processed the reply.

“Our water fountain is broken,” the hero lied, trying to play innocent, “and the water from the taps isn’t safe to drink. Anything else? We have your favourite kind of soda, we’ve got juice, tea, I could even probably persuade the guards to give you a coffee or even a drink with alcohol in it if that’s what you want,”

Booze was most definitely against protocol, but they were getting that desperate at this point.

There was a second of silence before the villain rolled over, levelling a stare at the hero, unimpressed, a look of “how stupid do you think I am?”

They said nothing, continuing to simply stare.

The hero sighed, “You need to eat,”

“I need to get out of here,”

“Starving yourself won’t help,”

The villain’s face finally shifted to show emotion as they smirked, but it was a defeated and sad face, “Maybe not in the way you’re expecting, but it will still let me escape these concrete walls,”

“Villain please!!!” Hero practically cried, but the criminal’s face remained unmoving, “This isn’t the solution!”

“Life sentence, hero,” Villain reminded calmly, “It’s the only place outside these walls I’m headed anyway. Might as well just speed up the process. In fact, your bosses will probably be thrilled, less tax money and all that,”

The hero clenched their fists at their side. They didn’t know what to do. They couldn’t sit here and do nothing, but there wasn’t anything they could do either!

“I’m going to get pizza for us to share,” the hero decided. Maybe they could tempt them with their favourite food. Maybe the smell of it would be enough for the to break, the hero eating it in front of them. Something- *Anything*! Perhaps this was a dirtier tactic than they were used to, but, they were running out of options and time, “I’ll get you’re favourite, and we can eat it together just like we used to. I’ll even complain about the mushrooms,”

With that, they turned and walked away, determined to get everything they could remember the villain loving.

The criminal sat in their cell, watching with a blank expression as the hero left. It wasn’t until they were long gone that they smirked, genuine and amused.

Hero was breaking sooner than they’d expected.

Their stomach growled, and they clenched up in a ball as a wave of painful, cramping hunger passed through them. Looks like it was a race:

Between hero’s morals and their body.

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My absolute favourite anime so far! Can't wait to read the manga 😁

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Still don't want to celebrate too soon, but I'm trying to get back to writing slowly. I won't post regularly because I don't want to force it when I'm finally brave enough to try it again, but ehh.. hey guys I'M WRITING THINGS AGAIN 👀😱

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Prompt #3167

“So, date any supermodels lately? I saw you walked the catwalk in Milan. Pretty girls fawning all over you.”

The hero paused their attempts to wriggle out of the ropes tying them to the chair. “Mmm, no. Not really my type.”

“Oh, you have a type?” the villain teased. “Dangerous information to share there, hero. I could have a honeypot ready by next week.”

“Ah, somehow I doubt it. My tastes are somewhat…singular.”

“Only one person good enough for you, hmm? Let me guess. A young Brad Pitt lookalike. Oh, no, wait, that gorgeous blonde from the morning news? I could kidnap her for you if you like, set up a dashingly heroic first meeting.”

“Nah,” the hero said dryly. “Not even close. You’re never going to guess right, I guarantee it.”

[whumpfish]

Notes on passing out from pain

-it's a dramatic concept, but it's not dramatic for the person it happens to. There's no warning or noticable buildup, you just fade out

-by the time you're at the point of passing out, the crescendo of pain that causes it has been there for some time, there's not really a sudden spike that sets it off

-essentially your brain decides "this has been going on a really long time and it doesn't look like we can stop it so I'm just going to shut off and hope it goes away"

-it doesn't last long, just 5-15 minutes at a time, followed by you being awake and in pain for about the same time before your brain goes "whoops, guess it's not over" and shuts off again

-this on again off again bullshit can go on for HOURS, basically as long as you are in that level of pain (i.e. I woke up at 8am and it's now 1pm; I have passed out more than a dozen times)

-the worst part is that you don't notice it happening

-it's incredibly aggravating especially when you dream about being productive/somewhere else/wherever you planned to go before this bullshit wrecked your day while you're out, and then have to wake up to another round of passing out without having accomplished a goddamn thing

-it's also aggravating because you can't control it; you can't see it coming so you can't fight it, your brain just decides it knows better than you and shuts off

-so imagine a whumpee who keeps passing out and dreaming of rescue, or completing their mission, or escaping the whumper, or fighting back (and winning)

-imagine this happening over and over, not just aggravating but horribly traumatic and essentially a kind of torture in itself, their own body and brain betraying them

-passing out from pain is a pain in the ass, feel free to explore every aspect of it

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Oooohhh 👀 that's some solid whump advice right here.

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My current read 😊