/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

E4 time

a thread about Calliope Mori and the extended universe

remember to love your Mori

I love Mori!

Mori love hopefully whatever is going on is nothing too serious

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>>11510243
The Shinitummy...

Doesn't matter if it's rap or rock, you music autists are obnoxious as fuck. Just let her do what she wants and stop bitching about everything not fitting your idealized version of her.

>>10345146
Mori's got a much anticipated rap unarchived karaoke in about 5 hours. Should be really hype.

I was drunk crying once the debut watchalong ended. I don't want any of you to forget how much I love my Mori

>>9308546
Got room for one more?

>>7600989
Room for one more?

>>5766375
I'm pretty sure each holo refers to their fans by their fan name.

I'm trying to write a Mori NTR fic where Mori blackmails you into a sexual relationshiop. Tell me, would Mori be careless and happy to still have (you) with her physically, or would she feel awful because she's too selfish and nutty to let you go and she couldn't express her feelings to you properly the first time.

It’s 11pm as you finally leave the clothing store, carrying an eco-friendly grocery bag in one hand. You reach into the bag to pull out one of your purchases, a black, short brimmed baseball cap. It wasn’t particularly impressive, but you realized you never had bought a baseball cap before. As you place it on your head, someone bumps into you, causing you to stumble and drop it.

“Guh! Oh- Oh my gosh- I’m so sorry!” It apologizes.

You straighten yourself to see what caused you to drop your cap. It was a female with freely flowing, long, light pink hair. In a panic, it drops to its knees and picks up the cap you dropped. She carefully dusts it off before handing it back to you.

“Oh god, I’m so-”

“Pay more attention, maggot!” You cut her off, annoyed.

“I- I- uh...” Surprised by your outburst, she steps back, “ugh... guh,” and starts whimpering with tears in her eyes.

You calm down after seeing that, maybe you went too far. Just as you were about to apologize for snapping at her, she turns around and clumsily starts to run away. Now you really started to feel guilty about what you said, and started following her to properly apologize.

You turn around a street corner, and see her turning another corner. You keep jogging after her until you find her sitting inside an empty park, on a bench. She doesn’t see you approach as she’s looking towards the ground, silently crying.

“I apologize,” you say as you reach her.

“Huh?!”

She jolts and meets your eyes, before quickly turning away and hiding her face in her hands. She tries to stop crying and wipes at her eyes, but to no avail. Seeing this, you take off your hat.

“Here, take it,” you offer it to her.

“Wai- huh? W-why?”

“I said take it!” You say more forcefully this time.

“Guh!”

She shuts up and takes the hat. She simply looks at it for a few seconds before putting it on. You notice that she’s wearing a black Applebees uniform, which matches with the hat. Now that she has calmed down, you sit down beside her on the bench. She smells faintly of alcohol.

“Everything alright?” You ask.

“Sigh, no, not really. I’m sorry if I worried you, that wasn’t your fault. It’s just been a rough week.”

She buries her face into her hands and takes a deep breath. A few seconds pass in silence, and seeing that you weren’t planning on leaving, she sits back up. And pulls out a small bottle of wine from a pocket. She pops it open, and takes a large swig.

“Guh... Today has just been awful. Everything and everyone has been awful. Someone just came into the restaurant and started twerking on the counter. Another one orders a drink, tastes it, and guess what? She throws it back at my face! Because ‘it doesn’t taste like alcohol’! What the fu-frick am I supposed to do about that?”

She pauses to take another swig from the bottle.

“And my boyfriend… I don’t even know if he cares anymore. I can’t understand him, and he doesn’t even want to talk lately. It’s like he’s just off playing in his own world… Maybe he’s already found someone else. Gosh, why did I even start dating him?”

She stops, her brow now creased in anger, or perhaps self loathing. You continue to quietly sit beside her, and you find yourself admiring her figure. Even though all she’s wearing is her Arbees uniform and a simple cap. Under the street light, it all seems to fit so well. She finishes off her bottle and looks you in the eyes.

“Um, thanks for the cap, and sorry for rambling… You didn’t have to be so kind to me... I don't know how- Uh- My name’s Calli, could you tell me yours?”

“I am a soldier, I don’t need a name!” You say with a bit of pride.

“Uh- Huh? So you’re actually a soldier? I thought your uniform was some kind of cosplay,” she blurts out something quite rude, “I- No, nevermind, sorry. What I wanted to say was: would you mind coming back to my house? I have to make this up to you somehow. Right! Maybe I could open up one of my expensive wine bottles… Uh, you do drink, right?”

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>>5480241
A knock on the door. You open it up and stick your head out to make sure the hall is clear. You grab Kiara by the shirt and yank her inside. You hear her stumble and fall behind you as you lock the door.

You turn to see her laying on her back, looking dejectedly at you, as though awaiting an apology. You walk up to her and grab her by the hair, dragging her down the hall. She grips your wrist, the silence broken only by a few grunts of effort as she tries to take the pressure off her hair.

You drag her to the bed that you and Mori shared, and bend her over. Lifting her skirt, you find her dripping with expectation. You never spoke of these things, but you were quite sure she was a fan of the abuse. You grab her by the back of the neck, pinning her down while you unfasten your pants, letting them drop to your ankles.

You squat the inch or two in order to position yourself at her entrance, and drive yourself in without ceremony. Her hands grip the bedspread and she stifles a moan. You reach over and grab the used panties you had picked out beforehand, then lean over her. As you bring the piece of cloth to her face as though to suffocate her, she inhales deeply.

You awkwardly begin moving, the height of the bed hindering your posture. She kicks off her shoes and gets her footing, raising her ass so you can get in easier. You continue holding her down by the neck while she takes the panties and holds them tightly herself, every moan followed by a deep inhalation of Mori’s scent.

The sounds of flesh on flesh wetly slapping together fill the room. She raises and lowers herself on the balls of her feet, chasing the feeling of being connected to you while she imagines someone else taking her roughly.

You feel yourself getting closer. You press yourself completely inside of her, pressing her deep against the bed. As you hold her there her breathing becomes more excited, her pussy clamping down on you aggressively in expectation.

You grab her by the shoulder and flip her onto her back while pushing her further up on the bed, moving over her and never removing yourself. Her eyes filled with equal measure of lust and astonishment as she clung the underwear to her face. You haven’t done this before and she doesn’t know how to react.

You grab the panties from her hands, throwing them to the side. She weakly reaches out for them, like a child torn away from their pacifier. You raise your hips and begin slamming down into her with determination.

You grab her by the jaw, squeezing her cheeks and force her to look up at you.

“It’s just you and me here.” You say while pounding deeply. “It was always just us two. You know that, right?”

She nods as much as she can in your grip, her breathing erratic. She locks her legs around you as you lean in, supporting yourself on your elbows while shadowing over her. Her erratic breathing becoming small gasps and moans as you quicken your pace.

You bring your lips to hers, holding her down with a kiss as you press as deep as you can inside, filling her with your rough liquid. Her hands grasp at the back of your head and shoulders, not wanting you to move away.

The act of passion gives away to something more earnest, honest, as you open yourselves to each other, sharing a passionate kiss, tasting each other as more than just escapism. As you part, her eyes are filled with longing before she looks away from you, slowly her body relaxes and allows you to move away.

The moment struggled to pass. “She’ll be back soon.” You say solemnly, emotions boiling to the surface that you had long felt incapable of feeling.

She simply nods, staring at the wall. You help her to stand up. She adjusts her clothes, averting her gaze at every moment. As she begins to leave the room, you grab her by the wrist and force her to face you.

“If this doesn’t mean anything to you, then don’t come back.”

You stare at each other for a moment. Your face a mask of grim determination. Thoughts of lives to be built were made and crumbled, hopes and dreams between you two come to life, die, and are rebuilt in that moment.

She turns away wordlessly and leaves. The shutting door chilled you to the core.

It was 30 minutes after Kiara left that Calli came back in. You were laying in bed, facing away from the doorway, pretending to be asleep, troubled by the demons of your own creation. She changed and got into bed.

For the first time in weeks she reached over to you, gingerly. “Honey… you awake?” she softly whispered, voice shaking.

You had heard her come in the first time, 45 minutes ago.

A knock on the door. You open it up and stick your head out to make sure the hall is clear. You grab her by the shirt and yank her inside. You hear her stumble and fall behind you as you lock the door.

You turn to see her laying on her back, looking dejectedly at you, as though awaiting an apology. You walk up to her and grab her by the hair, dragging her down the hall. She grips your wrist, the silence broken only by a few grunts of effort as she tries to take the pressure off her hair.

You drag her to the bed that you and Mori shared, and bend her over. Lifting her skirt, you find her dripping with expectation. You never spoke of these things, but you were quite sure she was a fan of the abuse. You grab her by the back of the neck, pinning her down while you unfasten your pants, letting them drop to your ankles.

You squat the inch or two in order to position yourself at her entrance, and drive yourself in without ceremony. Her hands grip the bedspread and she stifles a moan. You reach over and grab the used panties you had picked out beforehand, then lean over her. As you bring the piece of cloth to her face as though to suffocate her, she inhales deeply.

You awkwardly begin moving, the height of the bed hindering your posture. She kicks off her shoes and gets her footing, raising her ass so you can get in easier. You continue holding her down by the neck while she takes the panties and holds them tightly herself, every moan followed by a deep inhalation of Mori’s scent.

The sounds of flesh on flesh wetly slapping together fill the room. She raises and lowers herself on the balls of her feet, chasing the feeling of being connected to you while she imagines someone else taking her roughly.

You feel yourself getting closer. You press yourself completely inside of her, pressing her deep against the bed. As you hold her there her breathing becomes more excited, her pussy clamping down on you aggressively in expectation.

You grab her by the shoulder and flip her onto her back while pushing her further up on the bed, moving over her and never removing yourself. Her eyes filled with equal measure of lust and astonishment as she clung the underwear to her face. You haven’t done this before and she doesn’t know how to react.

You grab the panties from her hands, throwing them to the side. She weakly reaches out for them, like a child torn away from their pacifier. You raise your hips and begin slamming down into her with determination.

You grab her by the jaw, squeezing her cheeks and force her to look up at you.

“It’s just you and me here.” You say while pounding deeply. “It was always just us two. You know that, right?”

She nods as much as she can in your grip, her breathing erratic. She locks her legs around you as you lean in, supporting yourself on your elbows while shadowing over her. Her erratic breathing becoming small gasps and moans as you quicken your pace.

You bring your lips to hers, holding her down with a kiss as you press as deep as you can inside, filling her with your rough liquid. Her hands grasp at the back of your head and shoulders, not wanting you to move away.

The act of passion gives away to something more earnest, honest, as you open yourselves to each other, sharing a passionate kiss, tasting each other as more than just escapism. As you part, her eyes are filled with longing before she looks away from you, slowly her body relaxes and allows you to move away.

The moment struggled to pass. “She’ll be back soon.” You say solemnly, emotions boiling to the surface that you had long felt incapable of feeling.

She simply nods, staring at the wall. You help her to stand up. She adjusts her clothes, averting her gaze at every moment. As she begins to leave the room, you grab her by the wrist and force her to face you.

“If this doesn’t mean anything to you, then don’t come back.”

You stare at each other for a moment. Your face a mask of grim determination. Thoughts of lives to be built were made and crumbled, hopes and dreams between you two come to life, die, and are rebuilt in that moment.

She turns away wordlessly and leaves. The shutting door chilled you to the core.

It was 30 minutes after Kiara left that Calli came back in. You were laying in bed, facing away from the doorway, pretending to be asleep, troubled by the demons of your own creation. She changed and got into bed.

For the first time in weeks she reached over to you, gingerly. “Honey… you awake?” she softly whispered, voice shaking.

You had heard her come in the first time, 45 minutes ago.

A knock on the door. You open it up and stick your head out to make sure the hall is clear. You grab her by the shirt and yank her inside. You hear her stumble and fall behind you as you lock the door.

You turn to see her laying on her back, looking dejectedly at you, as though awaiting an apology. You walk up to her and grab her by the hair, dragging her down the hall. She grips your wrist, the silence broken only by a few grunts of effort as she tries to take the pressure off her hair.

You drag her to the bed that you and Mori shared, and bend her over. Lifting her skirt, you find her dripping with expectation. You never spoke of these things, but you were quite sure she was a fan of the abuse. You grab her by the back of the neck, pinning her down while you unfasten your pants, letting them drop to your ankles.

You squat the inch or two in order to position yourself at her entrance, and drive yourself in without ceremony. Her hands grip the bedspread and she stifles a moan. You reach over and grab the used panties you had picked out beforehand, then lean over her. As you bring the piece of cloth to her face as though to suffocate her, she inhales deeply.

You awkwardly begin moving, the height of the bed hindering your posture. She kicks off her shoes and gets her footing, raising her ass so you can get in easier. You continue holding her down by the neck while she takes the panties and holds them tightly herself, every moan followed by a deep inhalation of Mori’s scent.

The sounds of flesh on flesh wetly slapping together fill the room. She raises and lowers herself on the balls of her feet, chasing the feeling of being connected to you while she imagines someone else taking her roughly.

You feel yourself getting closer. You press yourself completely inside of her, pressing her deep against the bed. As you hold her there her breathing becomes more excited, her pussy clamping down on you aggressively in expectation.

You grab her by the shoulder and flip her onto her back while pushing her further up on the bed, moving over her and never removing yourself. Her eyes filled with equal measure of lust and astonishment as she clung the underwear to her face. You haven’t done this before and she doesn’t know how to react.

You grab the panties from her hands, throwing them to the side. She weakly reaches out for them, like a child torn away from their pacifier. You raise your hips and begin slamming down into her with determination.

You grab her by the jaw, squeezing her cheeks and force her to look up at you.

“It’s just you and me here.” You say while pounding deeply. “It was always just us two. You know that, right?”

She nods as much as she can in your grip, her breathing erratic. She locks her legs around you as you lean in, supporting yourself on your elbows while shadowing over her. Her erratic breathing becoming small gasps and moans as you quicken your pace.

You bring your lips to hers, holding her down with a kiss as you press as deep as you can inside, filling her with your rough liquid. Her hands grasp at the back of your head and shoulders, not wanting you to move away.

The act of passion gives away to something more earnest, honest, as you open yourselves to each other, sharing a passionate kiss, tasting each other as more than just escapism. As you part, her eyes are filled with longing before she looks away from you, slowly her body relaxes and allows you to move away.

The moment struggled to pass. “She’ll be back soon.” You say solemnly, emotions boiling to the surface that you had long felt incapable of feeling.

She simply nods, staring at the wall. You help her to stand up. She adjusts her clothes, averting her gaze at every moment. As she begins to leave the room, you grab her by the wrist and force her to face you.

“If this doesn’t mean anything to you, then don’t come back.”

You stare at each other for a moment. Your face a mask of grim determination. Thoughts of lives to be built were made and crumbled, hopes and dreams between you two come to life, die, and are rebuilt in that moment.

She turns away wordlessly and leaves. The shutting door chilled you to the core.

It was 30 minutes after Kiara left that Calli came back in. You were laying in bed, facing away from the doorway, pretending to be asleep, troubled by the demons of your own creation. She changed and got into bed.

For the first time in weeks she reached over to you, gingerly. “Honey… you awake?” she softly whispered, voice shaking.

You had heard her come in the first time, 45 minutes ago.

Calli, not wanting to be violated in her home, attempted to feign a feeble excuse in order to escape from your grasp. Shakily saying, "Hey... s-someone's at the door... I think you should check it.." she attempted to move herself out of your grasp, being able to pull her left arm out of the position. Calli was shaking as she tried to free her other arm from your hold.

You let her free of your grasp, but immediately yanked her back by the collar of her shirt. "Hold on there, we don't want to spoil the moment, if you know what I mean. You stay here, and I'll check it." You gave her ass a light spank and left the room, grabbing a chair and pinning it against the door knob, effectively trapping her inside it. You then went down to open the door. No one was there, as you expected, but you still felt like indulging her obvious attempt at a distraction.

Meanwhile, Calli rushed to the door, and frantically tried to open it, but her efforts were to no avail as the chair was pinned too tightly against the knob for her to open it from her side. "GUH... do something..." She walked around to a box and began digging for anything useful, only finding useless papers filed away.

In a daze, she tripped a box over, letting screwdrivers fall to the floor. Seeing an opportunity here, she grabbed one and began to hit the knob with the dull end to try and open the knob, but her plan wasn't working.

As you laugh to yourself at the door, you immediately turn to shut it. You then went back upstairs, pulled off the chair from the door and entered the room, again locking the door behind you, stepping closer and closer towards Calli "So...where were we?"

Calli dropped the screwdriver and she backed up, trying to maintain an arm's length away from you at all costs. "I- uh..." She stammered again, not being able to speak coherently as she kept backing up.

You followed her pace and kept her backing up in a straight line against the wall by threatening her with your body language, ready to jump at her if she went to the right or left. When you had her cornered, you kissed her right in the lips, smashing your lips against hers if necessary, as you brought your hands up to fondle and play with her breasts. You wanted to feel her up at first, to get her used to your touch and let her fully process that this was happening while you felt her up to soften the blow on what was coming next.

Calli squirmed around, trying to get your hands off of her breasts. She was very uncomfortable from the encounter and needed to get away as soon as humanly possible. "Quit it.." She kept protesting the advance and now tried to push you off of her to try and stop you from going further.

You managed to stay over her with the weight difference between you two while resisting Calli’s pushing. You got a hold of her waist and lifted her off the ground, carrying her to the old mattress she had pointed at earlier and placing her on it, getting on top or her and restraining her by her wrists "It won't be long, I promise."
"N-n-no... please don't." She started kicking the mattress with the force of pure desperation to get you off, and then she then started calling for help. "Someone HELP ME!!" Calli repeated those words out loud, forcefully, twice.

You got a hold of her shorts and pulled them down as she kicked along with her panties, getting between her legs. You then pulled your hands from her wrists and pulled her shirt up, not taking it off but exposing her breasts to your eyes, and restrained both of her wrists with your right arm as you pull your zipper down to reveal your fully hard dick.

Calli’s face flushed as you got to work in stripping her, being extremely uncomfortable with having her bare breasts and body exposed to a stranger's eyes. She squirmed around in discontent, but unable to move as she was still restrained by you. Then, as you pulled out your erect member, her face blushed even more upon seeing it, and she instinctively pressed her thighs together to try and prevent you from doing anything indecent down there.

You squeezed further towards her, further restraining her legs from closing with your hips, placing your hands on her sides as you pushed yourself into her dry, unready pussy. The thrusts settled in immediately, but were slow and as gentle as they could be with someone who was fighting the whole act, to get her accustomed to your large size.

She audibly gasped as you inserted your erect penis into her pussy, with her feeling the thrusts squeeze in tightly, as this was her first time. Still in shock, she couldn't say anything, nor get anything out, but now her pussy began to feel moist from all the motions within her.

>ywn amazon presses by Calli
>ywn suckle on her nipples till she cried out half in pain and half in pleasure
>ywn impregnate and marry Calli who would become a devoted housewife and mother and give up on the ridiculous notion of becoming a rapper.
why even live?