/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>72272137
I want to spit on Marine's asshole and makeout with it until my mouth and tongue fucking hurt and are exhausted.

>>25410830
me gusta

>>25331168

>>24580438
well i'm not picky

>>24169100
hot

>>22665389
This and /hfz/ are the only generals I follow actively

op is an absolute faggot
more news at 11

>>20435884
Me too, buddy. Me too.

>>19524504
Holofantasy Chapter Six, Part 3.5 ~ Marine's Victory

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vS33hfuGyfpCcmYKgn8vxuZK0Km8Yf0iRMBlH3DgdzTxo-mnlyEgVEdkIULZQPdmD4kcLe1GIKj_H0I/pub

The entirety of the NSFW section in one area for those who wanted that. It was a toss up between when it would happen and fate decreed it'd be in a fancy elevator. Go nuts, go nut if you want.

Is having your nipples licked as a man enjoyable?
Or is this a meme jap women have convinced themselves makes men like them more when really it's just the physical contact in itself that gives a boost of stimulation. I know Marine licking my nips would be nice, but I just think it's because it's marine and not because it's my nipple. Honestly she could be licking back of my hand and I'd be diamonds. I'm not sure wait non-painful contact Marine could make that would turn me off.

>>11635532
I WANT TO THOROUGHLY CLEAN HER SWEATY SMELLY ASS WITH MY TONGUE FOR HOURS!

Horny thread more like koikatsu thread

Is Marine for a relationship or for a one-night stand?

>>8395554
HAG LOVE

Virtual youtuber recommendations please!
What is the best V-Tuber for someone who is lonely and dislikes women? I am deeply afraid of being cucked and cannot be shown sex, that is a given. I'm fragile but I have very strong emotions.

It was swarming with them, Rushia, Miko, little mother Watame and the eight or nine others. With their eyes glued to the slits and their hearts going out to me they surveyed my efforts. This space so long deserted was now enlivened, for them, by me. So we turned, in our respective orbits, I without, they within. When the streams were off, keeping watch by turns, they observed me with the help of the net. So the seasons came and went. The children increased in stature, the periods of Ptomaine grew pale, the ancients glowered at each other, muttering, to themselves, I’ll bury you yet, or, You’ll bury me yet. Since my arrival they had a subject of conversation, and even of discussion, the same as of old, at the moment of my setting forth, perhaps even an interest in life, the same as of old. Time hung less heavy on their hands. What about throwing him a few scraps? No no, it might upset him. They did not want to check the impetus that was sweeping me towards them. You wouldn’t know him! True, my Love, and yet you can’t mistake him. They who in the ordinary way never answered when spoken to, my friends, my wife, she who had chosen me, rather than one of her suitors. A few more summers and he’ll be in our midst. Where am I going to put him? In the basement? Perhaps after all I am simply in the basement. What possesses him to be stopping all the time? Oh he was always like that, ever since he was a mite, always stopping, wasn’t he, Rushia? Yes indeed, never easy, always stopping. According to Mahood I never reached them, that is to say they all died first, the whole ten or eleven of them, carried off by a stabbing, in great agony. Incommoded first by their shrieks, then by the stench of decomposition, I turned sadly away. But not so fast, otherwise we’ll never arrive. It’s no longer I in any case. He’ll never reach us if he doesn’t get a move on. He looks as if he had slowed down, since last year. Oh the last laps won’t take him long. My missing leg and mental illness didn’t seem to affect them, perhaps it was already missing when I left. What about throwing him a sponge? No no, it might confuse him. In the evening, after supper, while my wife kept her eye on me, gaffer and gammer related my life history, to the sleepy children. Bedtime story atmosphere. That’s one of Fubuki’s favourite tricks, to produce ostensibly independent testimony in support of my historical existence with them. The instalment over, all joined in a hymn, Safe in the arms of Jesus, for example, or, Jesus lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly, for example. Then they went to bed, with the exception of the one on watch duty. My two loud friends there differed in their views on me, but they were agreed I had been a fine baby, at the very beginning, the first fortnight or three weeks. And yet he was a fine baby, with these words they invariably closed their relations. Often they fell silent, engulfed in their memories. Then it was usual for one of them to launch, by way of envoy, the consecrated phrase, And yet he was a fine baby. A burst of clear and innocent laughter, from the mouths of those whom sleep had not yet overcome, greeted this premature conclusion. And the narrators themselves, torn from their melancholy thoughts, could scarce forbear to smile. Then they all rose, with the exception of my Watame whose knees couldn’t support her, and sang, Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, for example, or, Jesus, my one, my all, hear me when I call.
I had fallen, they were not far wrong. Oh I have also been known to fall involuntarily, but not often, an old warrior like me, you can imagine. But have it any way you like. Up or down, taking my anodynes, waiting for the pain to abate, panting to be on my way again, I stopped, if you insist, but not in the sense they meant when they said, He’s down again, he’ll never reach us. When I penetrate into that house of those friends of mine, if I ever do, it will be to go on turning, faster and faster, more and more convulsive, like a constipated dog, or one suffering from worms, overturning the furniture, in the midst of my family all trying to embrace me at once, until by virtue of a supreme spasm I am catapulted in the opposite direction and gradually leave backwards.

>>7367949
I second this

Would you trust your oshii to wingman you? I think since they're cute and girly yet also autistic and enjoy gaming/male hobbies they'd be uniquely suited towards matchmaking.
A bridge between worlds if you will.

>>6999826
I WANT TO CUDDLE SLEEPING SENCHOU, SMELL HER HAIR AND FEEL HER BREATHING ON MY NECK