/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>21694633
Being a mentally ill and delusional kinda lines up a bit with the thread's stereotype of his fanbase, ironically enough...
>>21694681
That was me with every celebrity. I'm always more of a yumejo rather than a fujo, it's just that I've never really crushed on 3D celeb and such because I know they're real normal people. Somehow tho Vtubers feels both fictional enough for me to yumejo'd after but also real enough for me to legit got depressed why my hopeless crush is well, hopeless...

>>21528673
Shupport isn't a meme without a reason afterall! He really does loves his friends and I find it very sweet! But he really does need more solo streams. I hope he does more JP zatsus now that Noctyx exist, maybe he could give a qrd about them to the JoPs and make more AUs
>>21528777
Yaminionsis....
わかるマン

>>20548789
anon....

>>20436756
bullshit

KNEEL

>>18743538
https://youtu.be/x8VYWazR5mE
Also Ike.
Or Enna.

Ike love!
and pegging!

I've recently come into possession of several pallets of soda, so I've decided to try and copy the amount Ike used to drink. I don't normally drink it at all.
I'm only on day five. I feel so nauseous, sisters. I'm not dreaming properly when I sleep but I do feel very awake and efficient when I'm up.
I'm going to keep going and see if the nausea subsides when my body gets used to it. I understand why Ike did it.

I want to peg Ike, to see his sweet body quiver beneath me in pleasure. To corner him in his study while he diligently types away, delicately placing my hands on his. To tenderly kiss his lips, to nibble his ear and his neck as the tension slowly builds between us. To stroke his body until he is blinded by the fog on his glasses. I want to tie him up and force him to the ground, his voice hoarse from my hand around his throat, begging me to move faster, touch him more. But I will not because this is my show, and his pleasure is secondary to my enjoyment. I want to slide my fingers in his ass and stretch his hole till he is ready, to massage his prostate until he begs for me to fuck him. I want to delicately slide my dildo in his supple ass while he moans in ecstasy, tears and drool streaming down his face. I want to grab him by the hair and pump him stupid until the sheets beneath him are a pool of lube and cum.
After I've made him squeal and orgasm to my satisfaction I want to hold him close and tell him he did a good job while he licks my strap clean; let him know that he is a good boy. I want to pat his head and whisper loving affirmations, his glasses askew and his face a mess.
Nothing else could satisfy me like pegging Ike. I love him so much and want to show my love by making him feel the sheer pleasure of having his prostate pounded. I long for his voice calling my name while I give him all the pleasure he could ever want.
And eventually, in the hazy predawn light, as the morning dew forms on the grass outside, he will look at my still sleeping face. A gentle hand will pass down my cheek while the other produces a knife from under the pillow. It will glide gently into my throat as I glided into him and I will know as much pleasure from the experience. My eyes will open only once, and they will see his pulled wide by taught muscle, pupils dilated by a maddening lust, and I will pass into the realm beyond knowing that in the end I gave him all of the world’s pleasures.

Also Ike is streaming please watch him.

I love Ike. My feelings for him is love in its most twisted, heart wrenching, purest and most painful form. I love him…

I want to peg Ike, to see his sweet body quiver beneath me in pleasure. To corner him in his study while he diligently types away, delicately placing my hands on his. To tenderly kiss his lips, to nibble his ear and his neck as the tension slowly builds between us. To stroke his body until he is blinded by the fog on his glasses. I want to tie him up and force him to the ground, his voice hoarse from my hand around his throat, begging me to move faster, touch him more. But I will not because this is my show, and his pleasure is secondary to my enjoyment. I want to slide my fingers in his ass and stretch his hole till he is ready, to massage his prostate until he begs for me to fuck him. I want to delicately slide my dildo in his supple ass while he moans in ecstasy, tears and drool streaming down his face. I want to grab him by the hair and pump him stupid until the sheets beneath him are a pool of lube and cum.
After I've made him squeal and orgasm to my satisfaction I want to hold him close and tell him he did a good job while he licks my strap clean; let him know that he is a good boy. I want to pat his head and whisper loving affirmations, his glasses askew and his face a mess.
Nothing else could satisfy me like pegging Ike. I love him so much and want to show my love by making him feel the sheer pleasure of having his prostate pounded. I long for his voice calling my name while I give him all the pleasure he could ever want.
And eventually, in the hazy predawn light, as the morning dew forms on the grass outside, he will look at my still sleeping face. A gentle hand will pass down my cheek while the other produces a knife from under the pillow. It will glide gently into my throat as I glided into him and I will know as much pleasure from the experience. My eyes will open only once, and they will see his pulled wide by taught muscle, pupils dilated by a maddening lust, and I will pass into the realm beyond knowing that in the end I gave him all of the world’s pleasures.

Instinctual, just take your life
One step, one breath you’re under my knife
Killing slow is the way I conquer
The torture test can’t wait no longer

With your first step you will burn
Can’t control the hate you have learned
Killing slow is the way I conquer
Until you know the meaning of suffer