( nsfw ) the final smutty call me out of 2016!

[moes]

It's almost the end of the year, so it's time to get down and dirty with — something that surprises nobody — a call me out meme! The deal is pretty simple, as always: you want to roleplay with me? Cool. Just choose a muse listed below (or, perhaps, ask for someone else as I'm kind of picky with smut) or perhaps allow me to choose via RNG, character preferences, whatever, choose a scenario and either leave a starter or leave the start up to me. Your choice. ♥

Now then, your choice cast for today are the following—







Character you want to smut with not on here and you find them on my muselist? Feel free to ask if they're available!
If you're stuck on a prompt and would like to play something out, feel free to peruse any of these - but please don't feel limited to playing just this - if you wish:

• Random Scenario
  
• Mind Altering Hot Springs
  
• Butler or Maid meme
  
• Soulmates AU
  
• Hypnotism meme
  
• Inappropriate sexual tension
  
• Reincarnated lovers
  
• Fuck or Die
  
• Adorasmut

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[thisisourfuture]

[The voice cuts right through the dizziness and stinging pain like a knife. His eyes widen as he gets a good look at his own face. He never thought of himself as handsome, or anything past average.

But he knows himself well enough that one eye being strange is a beacon for his attention. He swallows, unsure what to say and only settling for a quiet.] Yeah.

Just a fall. [Slowly he sits up, unsettled not by his own face but the demeanor. He isn't exactly a quiet individual, but he never had a nothingness in his eyes or a quiet, patient, watchfulness.]

...w-what are you?

[hopedout]

[ His other, younger self asks what, rather than who and while it doesn't surprise him, not really, it does amuse him to an extent, laughing just a little bit. ]

I'm you, from a different time period. I don't know how you managed to get to this time by yourself, but I'll figure that out eventually.

[thisisourfuture]

Time travel is just in fiction. [Except the evidence it isn't seems to be right in front of him. He stubbornly puts it out of his mind and climbs up into the bed. Questions burn in his chest and finally he blurts out.] Is this the result of the experiments?

[hopedout]

While I may be the product of experimentation, time travel is not something that is simply fictionalized.

[ He is the evidence, after all. He isn't going to dispute it. ]

But to answer your question more properly... no, I am not the direct result of the experiments. Nor is this a part of them.

[thisisourfuture]

...then why am I here? [He lowers his head, looking to the side. What should he do now? His thoughts feel clear again instead of sluggish and slow like all the light is fading away. Did coming here undo all the changes they were making?]

[hopedout]

I don't know. Which confuses me. [ Because he should, and yet, he doesn't. ]

Perhaps I should check with the others... [ As Hinata gets up and tries the doorknob. Which is locked. Great. ]

[thisisourfuture]

...I couldn't imagine why I'm here in just my underwear. The last I remember there was to be another procedure. [He shouldn't just lay on the bed but he really has no desire to get up. The questions remain spinning around inside his head. Yet some part of him doesn't want to ask.

But he won't know until he does.]

Who are the others?

[hopedout]

I don't know either. The door's locked. [ Which also makes no sense to him. ]

The 77th class... from Hope's Peak. My friends.

1/2 Hurting myself in 5...4...3...2..

[thisisourfuture]

[His eyes widen and he leans forward, his eyes suddenly bright.] ...that's Nanami's class number. Is she here?

2/2 Ding ding ding

[thisisourfuture]

[If the class is, then she should be too. He glances around and adds quietly.] ...maybe it's better if no one sees me like this. I'm not...

I'm not special like you are. Not yet.

[hopedout]

Nanami...

[ He starts but then closes his eyes, shaking his head. Honestly, he really doesn't want to talk about it. But what makes his eyes snap open are the words that he says. That's right. Those are thoughts that he had back then, didn't he? He understands them well as he walks back towards the bed, deciding to sit next to his younger self. ]

It doesn't matter if you're special or not, Hinata. And if you think I'm special... you've got that wrong. Even if I have all these talents in my head now, I made many mistakes in obtaining them. I lost myself in order to get them. My friends don't like me because of some superficial thing like "talent". So it would be fine for them to see you as you are. Not that we can, as we have no visible way out of this room. [ Which is strange. ]

[thisisourfuture]

[How can he call talent superficial?! His chest feels tight.] H-how can you..

[It's like some live wire is snapping in his chest and he doesn't know how to grasp what he wants to say. In his mind's eye the guard spits on him again. The world thought of the untalented as tools to be used and tossed aside and he-]

...Did you forget how you were treated?

[His hands shake before his fingers curl into fists. The stinging pain is enough to ground him against questioning why this older him is against talking about Nanami. ...losing himself.

The winds are ripped out of his rage as he opens his eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed.] ...the surgeries.

[He tries to say more but the words are choked and lost before he can do more than stare into the middle distance.]

I thought they were just...to prepare for...

[I lost myself. The words are like a bullet punching through the contradictions he's been balancing on and he buries his face in his hands as all the stress he's been enduring for weeks bursts.]

W-what did they do to me?! What did I become if not me?!

[hopedout]

Of course I didn't forget! How the hell could I forget about the reason why I became Kamukura Izuru?!

[ The rage comes out of Hinata's mouth like raging winds and even though he should be calm, she can't help himself. The little piece of him that was what he used to be is still there. But he then shakes his head, closing and opening his hand as if trying to grip onto something that's tucked away in his pocket. But when he asks those questions, he finds himself sighing to calm down. ]

Do you not remember what you signed when you decided to accept the preparations for the project? "I will accept any and all changes to my personality, spirit and body."

[thisisourfuture]

[Every word snaps another thread supporting the delicate balance of his heart until finally he moves his hands up to both sides of his head to hide from himself and the world around him.]

...I know that. I know I signed it.

But I didn't think beyond what had happened and looking back at what's been happening...

[He makes a small noise that is definitely an aborted sob.]

[hopedout]

Calm down.

[ He's trying to make soft shushing noises as he decides to wrap an arm around his younger self, pulling him close. ]

It's alright. You're here now, with us. Don't cry, Hinata. [ As much as it's strange to say that. ]

[thisisourfuture]

What was I supposed to do? [The anger is coming back even as he allows himself to be pulled close. It's the first time in a long time he's been treated with any kind of affection.]

I couldn't go back. Time was running out and if I'd gone back... [He looks up, angry tears trailing down his face as he grits his teeth.]

What the hell else was I supposed to do?!

[The answer is unfortunately the world had thrown him away. Every bit of the situation stacked up to push him to fall. No matter what. After all, his parents had signed the agreement to.]

[hopedout]

I know. My classmates back at Kodaka... they made fun of me, because I wasn't talented. But I shouldn't have cared about that. It's okay, Hinata.

[ He'll hold him close, he'll hold him tight. ]

This world won't toss you aside. There will be many people to care about you. I'll care about you, if you want me to.

[thisisourfuture]

[Hinata stares at him, his cheeks wet and unsure if words are something he wants to bother with.]

...will they care about me for me, or because I'm a shadow of you? [He manages at last. His heart aches. He sees something else. The truth laid out before him.]

What happens to your past if I stay. [His face falls as he whispers.] I have to go back.

I have to become you or everything won't work out. We both know it.

[hopedout]

They will learn to care for you as you are, Hinata.

[ However, Hinata shakes his head in response, his eyes closed as he already speaks calmly. ] My past will not change. But yours can. I was wrong in saying that you were my past self. While that it is somewhat correct in a way, you... are from a parallel world.

It will not create a paradox like you assume it will. I won't force your choice. If you wish to go back to that world, to become Kamukura Izuru and make the same steps to becoming this 'me', then I will help you.

However, do not assume that is the only path. [ Hinata brings a thumb to wipe those falling tears, leaning in close, so close that their foreheads touch. ] I can take care of you, if you let me.

[ And as if to accentuate his point, he leans in to steal the lips of someone who is nearly broken. Who might already be. He wants to mend his past self of another timeline. ]

[thisisourfuture]

[Just like that everything else ceases to matter. He sits rigid with shock at first. He has been kissed for the first time in his life. His heart pounds so loudly he's afraid it can be heard. It's affection and he melts into it. Hinata grabs at his older counterpart's shirt. He's too beaten down to climb into his lap but for now, he wants this so badly.

Does he really have to go back? He could stay here where it seems like he'll be appreciated for who he is and not what.]

[hopedout]

[ While it may be strange to kiss himself, he can tell how much he seems to yearn for it, so he decides to press forward, nipping at Hinata's lower lip poking it with his tongue as if to quietly tell his counterpart to let him in. ]

[thisisourfuture]

[He blinks, unsure what is being asked of him. His face flushes as the evidence points towards the kind of kisses he's only seen in movies. Hinata parts his lips, his fingers clenched tight.]

[hopedout]

[ A part of him wants to laugh at how cute his younger self is, but he refrains as he slithers his tongue past parted lips, seeking to feel their tongues together. ]

[thisisourfuture]

[Pleasure spikes briefly and he jerks his head back, breaking the kiss. That. He leans back in, his arms winding up around his older self's neck. Weird as that felt he wants it again.

His mouth is open and he digs his fingers into his back, begging for it without words. Any kind of affection from someone who cares. Someone that won't throw him away.]

[hopedout]

[ He wouldn't throw him away. No matter what kind of decision Hinata made, he would never do something as horrible as that. So he accepts it all, allowing himself to bring wrap and arm around the small of his back, running his fingers up and down soothingly as he brings his lips near the nape of his younger self's neck, breathing against it as he speaks in a low whisper. ]

Let me have you. I want to make you feel good, Hinata.