/jp/ - Otaku Culture

[Anonymous No.]

Please God, I want to impregnate Flandre Scarlet so bad. I want her to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.

Flandre is beyond divine. I can't help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure even though it's behind that unnecessary dress. I yearn for her in a way both Primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to her moans as my manhood throbs within her, I want to hear her heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at her motherly bosom, slurping that rich juche milk from her teat as she gently strokes my raging erection. I would stir her velvety cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it. Her cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to her until my body gave out, and then some. I would let her break my rib cage with any part of her body. I would let her hit me with her car just to be near her for a brief moment.

She's so perfect it hurts. Every moment without her I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want her, I need her. I want to desecrate her crisp general suit. I want to start a family with her and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while she slides ice cubes down my gaping pisshole.

I want to fuck her like she owes me money. I would let her step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of her feet upon my face and groin area. I would sleep under her just to catch her drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from her shower drain just to smell her alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep her with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please her more.

God please, I would do anything for her. I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on her feet so that I may warm her mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that she may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become her doorstep, so that she may wipe her heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don't know what l'd do after that, or why she might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My queen, my goddess, the light of my life. Please God, let me have her. I want her to be mine and only mine. I would lick the Doritos dust from her fingers and fill her belly button with honey mustard to dip my tendies in. I would give her a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve her breakfast in bed. I would let her eat her eggs and pancakes off my body if it pleased her, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat of her car but once. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her, nothing wouldn't say. I would beat my own friend to death with my engorged penis if it would bring a smile to Flandre Scarlet's shining face. I wouldn't even let myself Cum until she gave me permission.

I love you, Flandre Scarlet. Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my Lover, my daughter, my everything. Say yes. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, Flan. I'm waiting for you.

I’ll always be waiting for you.

[Anonymous No.]

Anons, I think OP might be a lolicon.

[Anonymous No.]

Average /jp/ fag

[Anonymous No.]

"Eeeh, so that's what you think about me, Anon. Yes, of course I read your letter. I'm touched, really. But despite your strong words, you look so fragile in comparison...
I'll tell you what, if you don't break after a night with me, I might give you chance. How about it?"

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Please God, I want to impregnate Yakumo Yukari so bad. I want her to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.

Yukari is beyond divine. I can't help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure even though it's behind that unnecessary dress. I yearn for her in a way both Primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to her moans as my manhood throbs within her, I want to hear her heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at her motherly bosom, slurping that rich juche milk from her teat as she gently strokes my raging erection. I would stir her velvety cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it. Her cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to her until my body gave out, and then some. I would let her break my rib cage with any part of her body. I would let her hit me with her car just to be near her for a brief moment.

She's so perfect it hurts. Every moment without her I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want her, I need her. I want to desecrate her crisp general suit. I want to start a family with her and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while she slides ice cubes down my gaping pisshole.

I want to fuck her like she owes me money. I would let her step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of her feet upon my face and groin area. I would sleep under her just to catch her drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from her shower drain just to smell her alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep her with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please her more.

God please, I would do anything for her. I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on her feet so that I may warm her mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that she may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become her doorstep, so that she may wipe her heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don't know what l'd do after that, or why she might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My queen, my goddess, the light of my life. Please God, let me have her. I want her to be mine and only mine. I would lick the Doritos dust from her fingers and fill her belly button with honey mustard to dip my tendies in. I would give her a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve her breakfast in bed. I would let her eat her eggs and pancakes off my body if it pleased her, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat of her car but once. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her, nothing wouldn't say. I would beat my own friend to death with my engorged penis if it would bring a smile to Yakumo Yukari's shining face. I wouldn't even let myself Cum until she gave me permission.

I love you, Yakumo Yukari. Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my Lover, my mother, my everything. Say yes. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, Yukari. I'm waiting for you.

I’ll always be waiting for you.

[Anonymous No.]

>>37666789
Hmmm

[Anonymous No.]

>>37666789
This is probably all we can get IRL
https://youtu.be/bYLrV7WmaX0

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>>37667362
I want her to be real so bad

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>>37666789
No thanks

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>>37666789
Pregnant lolis turn me on.

[Anonymous No.]

I like Flandre Scarlet's theme it makes me happy and solve calculations in my head
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHF4v30DKTs

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>>37666789
Wew lad

[Anonymous No.]

top jej

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>>37666789
Agree with every single word

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>>37666789

[Anonymous No.]

I really want to bully her...

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>>37675317
Those are tears of happiness, right?

[Anonymous No.]

>>37675352
Flan will bully you instead.

[Anonymous No.]

Please God, I want to impregnate Reimu Hakurei so bad. I want her to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.

Reimu is beyond divine. I can't help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure even though it's behind that unnecessary dress. I yearn for her in a way both Primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her smooth, creamy armpits. I want to listen to her moans as my manhood throbs within her, I want to hear her heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at her motherly bosom, slurping that rich juche milk from her teat as she gently strokes my raging erection. I would stir her velvety cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it. Her cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to her until my body gave out, and then some. I would let her break my rib cage with any part of her body. I would let her hit me with her gohei just to be near her for a brief moment.

She's so perfect it hurts. Every moment without her I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want her, I need her. I want to desecrate her crisp Miko uniform. I want to start a family with her and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while she slides ice cubes down my gaping pisshole.

I want to fuck her like she owes me money. I would let her step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of her feet upon my face and groin area. I would sleep under her just to catch her drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from her shower drain just to smell her alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep her with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please her more.

God please, I would do anything for her. I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on her feet so that I may warm her mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that she may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become her doorstep, so that she may wipe her heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don't know what l'd do after that, or why she might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My queen, my goddess, the light of my life. Please God, let me have her. I want her to be mine and only mine. I would lick the Doritos dust from her fingers and fill her belly button with honey mustard to dip my tendies in. I would give her a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve her breakfast in bed. I would let her eat her eggs and pancakes off my body if it pleased her, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste her futon but once. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her, nothing wouldn't say. I would beat my own friend to death with my engorged penis if it would bring a smile to Reimu Hakurei's shining face. I wouldn't even let myself Cum until she gave me permission.

I love you, Reimu Hakurei. Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my Lover, my mother, my everything. Say yes. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, Reimu. I'm waiting for you.

I’ll always be waiting for you.

[Anonymous No.]

>>37667126
Well, at least is a good'ol milf.

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>>37667362
>order this
>get v&

[Anonymous No.]

>>37692426
Move out of the UK.

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>>37667362
>vaginal depth:/
>anal depth:/

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>>37666789
>>37667126
>>37680664
Now I wonder if someone's written a non-sexual pg-13 version of these.

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>>37696936
Such autism cannot exist with the absence of sexual desire

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>>37699520
fucking watch me
>proceeds to dissapear from /jp/ for a month since I only visit here occasionally

[Anonymous No.]

Holy shit anons I have no words which can fully express the degree of passion and conviction of my love for Kirisame Marisa. She is a figure of perfection and I am inspired and motivated to do my best at the mere thought of her. Marisa is beyond just a beautiful and idealized anime girl. Let me elaborate.

She is a metaphysical embodiment of the sentiments and desires of the modern man, her existence as perfect as the constellations in the sky on a clear winter night, as if it needs no justification just because it is the natural order of things. You will never find a better and more sublime combination of the traditionally feminine and more modern ideas represented in a character in all of human canon, from ancient times to today or beyond. Marisa is like an ethereal beauty under the brush of a master painter of old Europe. Her beauty is ethereal and transcendent, yet at the same time unwavering through the ages.

I want to be around Kirisame Marisa so fucking much anons. It is driving me insane. I want to see her broad and seemingly careless but very sincere smile every morning as we pass our greetings to each other, while I do whatever silly errand that is really just an excuse to be in her presence. I can think of no other desire whose fulfillment could possibly bring upon me any more joy this this.

Marisa...She acts a little dumb at times but in reality is very well educated and also very intelligent. When you realize this it becomes absolutely endearing. She is casual and proud, acting callous occasionally, but deep down she really cares about her friends and the community, becoming very flustered when you point it out to her. This is just one of many facets of her that is extremely complex and worthy of contemplation, like the elegant and delicate flavor of fine Japanese green tea combined with the strong warmth of roasted rice in a cup of Genmaicha.

I want to pass by her little house in the woods every morning, and come by for tea whenever I have the time as the only regular to her magic shop. We will eat together and spend our idle days together basking in the sun. I will tell her all of what I know of the outside world and in return I will listen to her passionate lectures about magic. The reward is much more than enough to justify the perils of navigating the dangerous environment, for the prospect of death at the hands of youkai is nothing compared to my love for Kirisame Marisa.

Perhaps on more adventurous days we will journey across Gensokyo in whatever pursuits our hearts desire. We can soar across the skies of gensokyo or go borrow books or terrorize the fairy population, but regardless of what I will revel in each passing second because I am in the presence of Marisa. On the days of rain and storm I will come to her side, for she is really quite alone for the most part and would be about the last person to tell anyone about her problems or pain unless you show her your sincerity.

In the world of Gensokyo among supernatural monsters of mythology and literal gods, Kirisame Marisa keeps up with those around her by hard work alone, out of a sense of her duty to her friends and community as well as her strong passion towards beautiful magic and danmaku. This is genuinely inspiring and motivational. I want to become a figure like Marisa. Sometimes I listen to her themes and get a desire to make the best of things as I am reminded of her.

And some day I would like to take her hand in mind and look deeply into her amber eyes, revealing the most inner and concealed side of her that is delicate and gentle. I would move mountains to have her at my side and hear her whispering voice among the cicadas on a cool summer night. Imagine feeling her warmth and hearing her soft and quiet breathing as she falls asleep after a long day of work, resting her head on your shoulders.
It is truly cruel that fate has set us apart. But despite the vast gulfs of dimensionality between us my love for her persists, and every night I long for her voice and touch

And so I continue my wait for Kirisame Marisa.

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>>37701352
Fucking A

[Anonymous No.]

Where is the Sanae one?

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>>37704522
Too obscene for a blue board.

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>>37704545
Prove it

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>>37701352
Yeah I agree I wanna lick Marisa's sweet little pussy too and drown in its intoxicating honey.

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>>37667104
Do you dare think that you are a match for me, Flandre?

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>>37666789
i hate you

[Anonymous No.]

based

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>>37719920
I-I kneel, bloatlord...

[Anonymous No.]

>>37720827
I love you

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[Anonymous No.]

hololive

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>>37733408
faggot

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bump

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