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[thatevilenby]

Hello???

I don't want to get my hopes up too much but canon queer main character??

[ruiojousama]

Work: i hope this email finds you well

Me:

[skrunksthatwunk]

IM GINNA FUCKIGN THROW UP AND EAT MY HANDS AND SMEAR GLUE ON THE WALLS WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE RGG DIRECT IM GONNA DRIVE INTO A WALL

[todayisafridaynight]

[og]

[kulemiwrites]

NOVEMBER 14: Masato Aizawa

The (No)vember Experiment

What’s the longest you and your dreamboat have gone without getting frisky? Are the two of you constantly teeming with insatiable desire? Can’t keep your hands to yourselves for more than a moment? Depending on your answers to any one of those questions, the idea of going an ENTIRE month without chasing “The Big O” may sound like either a breeze, a curse or a blessing in disguise! Wouldn’t you like to find out which? 

That’s right! We at the KW♥️LOVE offices are challenging our readers and their lovers to a month-long experiment to test their self-restraint! Yes, you read that right– AN ENTIRE MONTH without “The Big O”! Think you can handle it? Rip off the October page of that wall calendar, whip out your favorite marker and get to X’ing off the days until you complete(or forfeit) the NOvember experiment!

We encourage all participants to print out the survey we’ve created for the occasion to fill out and give feedback on your experiences! Keep them for your records in case you participate again next NOvember, discard them when the experiment is over or send them in and we’ll include your feedback in next month’s intimacy column!

[Any submissions will be carefully reviewed by our team. All personal identifiers such as names and unique nicknames will be redacted to ensure the safety and security of our readers before publishing.]

Rating: 18+ Characters: Masato Aizawa & GN! Reader A/N: The idea here is that KW♥️LOVE (Sometimes just KW, and broken into sections) is a fictional version of Cosmopolitan. I was feeling nostalgic over the bygone age of the magazine lol. Surveys are filled out by the character. You determine how the reader would answer their own.)

READ ON A03

Portrait used on calendar is used with permission of the artist @fabylp

When you finished reading the article, the first thing you did was send the link to Masato. After about 20 minutes, you received a string of tan ‘thumbs up’ and ‘flexing’ emojis confirming what you’d already known. It seemed interesting enough but this sort of thing was right up his alley. He’d always had a peculiar interest in assigning himself tests, or “trials” as he liked to call them, to assess his strength and endurance in both the physical sense and the mental.

In a way, he’d already done a version of his ‘no nut’ challenge before. He’d told you about a trial he’d given himself where he went months without any sex or masturbation. 

Months. 

That word seemed to echo in your head.  

His knack for pushing the limits was all fine and dandy but you could help the shiver when you realized what you might have just signed yourself up for. What would you do if he suggested stretching this out for a couple more months. Or the extreme, a year?

In theory, sure, it seemed a little dramatic but you knew what sort of a monster you were up against. What had you just gotten yourself into? 

You stared at his text.

Just a simple line of thumbs and flexing biceps and yet, it felt almost menacing. 

Your train of thought was disrupted by the funky tune you’d assigned to Masato’s contact and instead of a text thread, you were now looking at a picture of your man smiling with a muscular arm wrapped around you as he pressed a kiss to your temple, looking away from the camera.

Any other day, you’d beam at this screen but today, you dreaded swiping the green icon and it was all your own fault. 

“H-Hey, Masato–” you answered. 

“Amorzinho, how are you feeling about Mediterranean for dinner? I’m in the mood for some of those lamb things– gyros! Yeah, lamb gyros sound great right now.”

“Oh, sure… Yeah, that sounds fine.”

“You sure? You don’t sound very happy about it?” Although you couldn’t see him, his tone of voice painted the picture of him perfectly. “We… can get something else. Doesn’t have to be gyros.”

“No,” you chuckle, “no, mediterranean sounds good. Don’t worry.”

There was shuffling on the other line, followed by the sound of a car door shutting and muffled words that you couldn’t make out aside from the word ‘street’. Then, his attention was back to you. 

“Are you not feeling alright or something?”

“Do I really sound that bad or are you just being overprotective?” you said jokingly. You had to wonder if these silly thoughts put that much of a damper on your mood and if so, you needed to get your ass back into gear. 

“Who knows… but, I think we can both say you’re not being yourself,” he said. “Did I fuck up? What day is it today?”

“No, Masato–” you smiled, shaking your head at the fact that now you’ve got the gears in that poor man’s head turning for nothing. “You didn’t do anything. Today’s not important. I think I just sorta bummed myself out a bit.”

You frowned at your own words. It sounded even sillier out loud. 

He urged you to continue. 

“I was just thinking about that article I sent you.”

“The nut November thing, yeah.”

“‘No’ nut November thing,” you corrected. “You know why I sent it, right?”

“‘Cause… you wanna give it a shot?” he seemed to question his own question. 

“I guess, but more like… I know how much you enjoy doing challenges and stuff? So, I had a feeling you’d be interested in trying that one.”

“Well, it’s interesting,” he emphasized, followed by a soft chuckle. “I can give you that.”

You chewed at your lip as you turned over your next sentence in your head and when he asked if you were still there, you finally spit it out. “It’s just that I notice you get a little… intense, when it comes to your ‘trials’. So, the thought of you going overboard made me question if this will be as fun as I thought.”

You were met with one of his airy, boisterous laughs. “That’s all?”

You knew it was a little silly, but for him to laugh like that didn’t help you feel less embarrassed by the words coming out of your own mouth.

“Yes, that's all.” you spat with a tinge more attitude than you intended.

“Listen, amorzinho,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “How about we just forget this? We don’t have to do it.”

“I’m not saying that I don’t want to do it. I just don’t want you going overboard. It’d be fun to try and join one of your trials for once.”

“Got it. No going ‘overboard’.” he said in that amused tone when there’s more than he’s letting on. “You wanna do those slip things, too?”

You shrugged, “Why not? It could be fun to swap in the end and read each other’s answers.”

“What? You mean, you don’t want to send them in and get featured on the romance page of the KW♥️LOVE website?” he teased. 

“Ha, not a chance.”

The cloud hanging over your head seemed to have dissipated and you had to wonder why the hell you allowed yourself to get worked up like that anyway.

The smile in his voice only eased you more, “I’ll download mine tonight then. Get dressed for dinner. I’ll be home soon.”

“See you soon.”

(No)vember Experiment Initial Survey Are both of you participating? Yeah Have you ever practiced abstaining from sex for any period of time before? Yeah Do you believe you are capable of completing this experiment? Yeah Do you believe in your partner(s)’ ability to complete this experiment? Yeah Do you predict a “loser"? None Initial thoughts on the month ahead? I’ve done worse.

The last 13 days have been nothing short of torment and anguish. Not even being chained, beaten and having salt poured into his open wounds could compare to this… 

Alright.

So, he was exaggerating but you had no clue how torturous it was to get through each day pretending that all was well and that he wasn’t dying to screw you into the nearest surface at a moment’s notice. 

You thought him to believe that this would be a walk in the park. You had high hopes for him. He didn’t want to disappoint you. 

Though, truthfully, you had disappointed him when you didn’t lunge at the out he’d given you over the phone that day. He really hoped you’d bite and tell him that you changed your mind. Maybe he should have doubled down when you told him your concern, and suggested that you ramp up the challenge to 90 days instead of 30. 

Maybe then, you’d have dropped it. 

It was hilarious that you truly believed him capable of surviving a month– 30 whole days without a taste of you, without burying himself within you. 

How well did you know him, really?

One truth about Masato was that he was a very physical person. In many cases, he used his hands to communicate what his words and eyes couldn’t. The same whim that led him to violence was the same whim that made him so affectionate.

There wasn’t a single phrase in any known language that could communicate what he felt better than his touch could. 

There was a distinct difference in the way his touch applied to you than it did the rest of the world. As far as he was concerned, your body didn’t know anything beyond his gentleness. If you hadn’t seen him in action, you might have questioned if they were even capable of anything else. 

Day in and day out, it was his mission to show you just how much he appreciated, adored, loved and wanted you. This little game made that increasingly harder because touching you fired him up in more ways than one. 

That’s what made this next truth about Masato all the harder to reconcile. 

He NEVER wanted to do this.

He nearly bit his tongue off that day to keep you from hearing him click it when you confirmed that this was what you wanted. Knowing that you’d chosen it because you thought it would be what he wanted made him want to give himself a good wallop to the head. 

He considered just telling you how he felt but you seemed so thrilled to ‘do a trial’ with him that he couldn’t take that away from you. That, and the fact that you’ve brought up those seven months he’d gone without any form of sexual gratification at least three times now– three!

So, now this was a matter of pride. 

A refusal to lose even to himself. 

However, what he wished you’d understood was that the circumstances in his life then and the circumstances of his life now couldn’t be less identical. That seven months was made possible by willpower, yes but also by the fact that he had much bigger, far more important issues to prioritize and the fact that he was single most certainly helped.

Now, he has you by his side. 

And he loved you. 

And he damn near worshiped that that he loved.

This made him docile. 

Agreeable. 

Too fucking keen to acquiesce. 

This was precisely what his mother, may God rest her poor soul, always warned him about. He was as stubborn as a mule to the outside world but utterly pliant to the object of his affection. 

He was self-aware, at least and since he had that going for him, it was made blatantly apparent that being in love… made him pathetic and Masato didn’t ‘do’ pathetic.

In just 13 days, he’s used every single one of his fingers and toes to tally off the amount of times he’s had to peel himself away from you simply because your warmth alone was enough to make him pop a boner. 

It was mean. 

Agonizing.

He couldn’t treat himself to shower with you or chat casually with you as you got changed. He couldn’t even lie in bed and cuddle with you without having to end it with a chaste kiss to the temple and turn away. At this point, he had no choice but to erect a mental barricade between you– ‘your side’ and ‘his side’, just so that he didn’t wake up in the middle of the night, rutting against your perfect ass like a beast in heat when you inevitably pressed it against him. 

Because you wanted to do this fucking 30 day challenge and you believed in him…

God hadn’t heard from him in over 15 years but he reached out just to ask for the strength to resist groveling at your feet and begging you to end the torment.

He was pathetic. 

In every sense of the word. 

As you joined him in the bedroom tonight, a towel wrapped taut around you with steam still rising from your skin and smelling absolutely divine, he wondered if this patheticness of his had reached its peak. 

For 10 nights now, instead of going commando, he’s worn underwear to bed simply because the sight of you like this alone was enough to make him pitch a tent beneath the comforter. Tucking himself beneath the waistband always offered him the false sense of security that he needed. 

Tonight though, the moment his cock began to beat against his thigh simply from the whiff of you, he wasn’t so sure he’d survive the night.

“Masato,” no one ever uttered that name as beautifully as you. “Think we can cuddle a bit tonight. Sleeping so far apart has started to feel a little lonely.” 

And now he was certain that he wouldn’t.

You didn’t have to go a second without his arm around you after you finally sank into bed. He had you as flush to his body as he could without impaling you on his cock– so fucking rock hard tonight it was painful to the touch. It took a little awkward maneuvering but he seemed to manage okay.

Though, having you this close to him, smelling so good, being so warm, made every dirty thought he’s had involving you the last 13 days and 12 nights swarm his mind in a frenzy. It was beginning to disrupt his breathing. He was certain that you could feel his pulse pounding in his chest, in his fingertips.

The smart thing to have done in this situation would have been to whisper his well wishes for you good night’s sleep and then respect the mental barricade. 

His side. 

Your side. 

Your shoulder peeked out beneath the comforter in a way that was so inviting that he couldn’t help but press a lingering kiss to it. 

His side. 

Your side. 

And then another.

His side. 

Your side. 

He pressed another for good measure and his ears perked at the sound of a soft moan coming from you. Surely that wasn’t right… Now he was hearing things. 

Masato had begun to retract his arm so that he could turn to his side and grip the base of his cock as if he intended to choke it to death but then he heard an even sweeter sound pass through those lips. 

“Again, please.”

To beg him so pitifully, as if he’d ever allow himself to deny you– as if he were anything but dutiful to you– 

When he pressed his lips to your warm skin again, you treated him to even more of your beautiful music then shattered the barricade so that your ass was flush to his groin.

Masato spoke your name in warning but was immediately cut down by a sharp hiss and he knew not to speak another word. His fingers were all but burrowing themselves into your belly as your ass brushed his clothed erection in a desperation unlike anything he’d ever witnessed in you. 

You craned your head and reached around for him, drawing him in close in silent request of a kiss and because he was so acquiescent, he felt he had no choice but to oblige. The words you spoke against his lips stole all the air from his lungs that he’d have willingly given you anyway. 

“If we… stopped at just the tip, we could still win the game, right?” you panted and your hips did not take a moment of respite.

As far as he was concerned, this was your game and he played by your rules. For you and only you, he was an ardent rule follower. 

So, once those rules suddenly demanded that he plunged all 8 and a half inches into you until he filled you with 13 days worth of cum? 

Well…

(No)vember Experiment CONCLUSION SURVEY Experiment duration? 13 days Did this challenge meet your expectations? ___ is happy so I’m fine with it. Did you notice anything different about your partner during this time? Not really. I always knew that ___ was too good to stay away from. Will you participate in the (NO)vember Experiment again next year? Ha Any closing remarks on your experience? I’m choosing the trial next time

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[helioshellion]

five directions

[korianderbandit]

so like would anyone care about my silly little yakuza badminton AU or....

[majimasleftasscheek]

I finally finished both Judgment games and I’m so happy that they 1) allow redeemable villains to live and 2) they account for and dispose of guns immediately

YEAH. like I'm all for offing baddies who have no redemption whatsoever but the change of pace is nice especially when it does seem like someone's had a genuine moment of oopsie doodle and aren't immediately punished via death for it

kljdkld Yagami's taken gun safety courses and doesn't wanna be shot in the back unlike other protags who are more than happy to turn around on people who will definitely kill them given the chance lmao

[markodragic]

thought I could 100% yakuza 7 and didnt bank on dragon kart being the most asshole clenchingly difficult minigame of all time

[smbhax]

Tried to re-create the costume worn by the Akira Yuki seen in Sega's recent "New Virtua Fighter Project" teaser trailer

in Virtua Fighter 5 Final Showdown (PS3) ^ _^:

Was kind of surprised how close…ish to the trailer's Akira costume I got. ; D

Session: https://youtu.be/jsBXH1hA3mI

[thatevilenby]

I really hate to twist the knife further but fuckkkk, thinking about the effect this all has on Majima. Even removing Kazumaji from the discussion entirely I just can't stop thinking about that scene in Yakuza 1 where he jumped in front of a knife for Kiryu. He's said over and over again that only he gets to kill Kiryu and now cancer might just beat him to the punch and there's nothing Majima can do about it

[viorhysealberia]

PIRATE YAKUZA? YAKUZA PIRATE?? MAJIMA PIRATE YAKUZA PIRATE MAN???

[skrunksthatwunk]

nanba's new power, essence of big ass bird

[overdevelopedglasses]

Tojoctober Day 29 - Haven

(Naa Tonight, chikai no)

Alt title is from Tonight -restart from this night-

Ichiban has a strange vision…

(Kiwami and LaD spoilers)

—------------------------------

Ichiban’s senses come into focus. The immediate sensation that hits him is his body swaying slightly, like he’s on a boat resting in calm waters.

As his vision fully comes into focus, he realizes he is on a boat. The hardwood deck is illuminated in a soft glow, but the string lights and lamps that dot the area are all turned off. Ichiban looks up into the clear night sky, and the source of the light reveals itself as a full moon. 

Ichiban gazes back to eye level, and sees a figure standing before him, leaning against the deck railing. As he approaches, he makes out more details of this person. A white-on-black suit, white tie, loose shoulder-length black hair and eyes that reflect what Ichiban could only read as a soft regret.

“So we finally meet, Ichiban Kasuga of the Tojo’s Arakawa Family.”

Ichiban cocks an eyebrow. “You’re…?”

The man thinks for a second, before giving him a slight bow, “Akira Nishikiyama. Former patriarch of the Tojo Clan.”

“Nishikiyama…?” Ichiban shuts his eyes to think for a second. The name sounds familiar, but he can’t place when or where he heard of it.

He hears Nishikiyama chuckle, “It’s probably for the better that you haven’t heard of me, Kasuga-san.”

“How do you know me?” Ichiban opens his eyes, and starts to walk towards him.

Nishikiyama turns his back to Ichiban, resting his arms on the railing. “Let’s just say… I’ve been watching over you.”

“Okay…” Ichiban feels like questioning it, but his instinct tells him to take this at face value for once.

Nishikiyama looks over his shoulder at the dragonfish. “You’re in a haven. You’re safe here, I’ll make sure of it.”

Ichiban lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. He joins Nishikiyama by the railing, leaning over it and peering into the deep blue water. His mind somewhat notes the lack of reflections in the water before turning his attention to this mysterious person.

“I haven’t just been watching you, Kasuga-san. I’ve been watching the whole of the clan, and those inextricably intertwined with it.” “The whole clan?”

“Well,” Nishikiyama muses, “parts of it. I’d see many members get sworn in as patriarchs of families. I’ve seen oath brothers aplenty take vows together. I’ve seen the clan almost crumble, and then finally falling. I’ve seen figures of Tojo legend grow, shape the future, and disappear.”

Nishikiyama’s expression turns grim. “I’ve seen some members clash with a dragon, and meet fates similar to my own.”

“Did you clash with a dragon?”

Nishikiyama looks down at the water. “For people like me, it’s inevitable for that battle to happen. But what comes from our defeat is up to us.”

He turns to face Ichiban again, “Your brother was the closest out of all of us to redemption.”

Ichiban’s heart seizes, “Young master… is he-” Ichiban’s train of thought is interrupted by Nishikiyama’s hand on his shoulder.

He gives Ichiban a soft smile. “That, I cannot tell you. Some things are best left to the wind, Kasuga-san.”

“What about you?” Ichiban asks.

“Well, compared to what happened to some other people, look at me. I’m a part of this haven as well.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, think about it. I’ve been able to watch the clan for so long. I’ve seen history repeat itself at this rate. From the looks of things, the cycle’s been delayed, at least.”

“Wait, does that mean you-”

Ichiban feels the world lurch. He blinks, and sees the moon sitting on the horizon in front of them.

“Shit. We’re out of time, Kasuga-san.”

“Huh?” Ichiban says, stumbling forward, chest slamming into the railing, and feeling very lethargic. 

“Just… I probably shouldn’t ask for this, but can you do me a favor?”

“What is it?” Ichiban barely replies, as he feels everything slipping away. His vision goes white, his body starts to float, and the last thing he registers is Nishikiyama’s request:

“Take care of my brother.”

[designernishiki]

sometimes I kinda wonder if yokoyama has like. some sort of weird personal grudge over majima or something for whatever reason. because it’s honestly really odd and sort of offputting to see a game’s director dislike a widely beloved long-time character who is almost-universally regarded as an icon in the franchise, so vocally to the extent of being rude about it right next to the character’s voice actor (who loves playing him and appreciates him as a character way more)

[todayisafridaynight]

what r the yakuza7 sanrio assignments. is ichiban a hello kitty or a pocchacco. is jo a badtz maru.

ichi's purin in my heart and soul. jo tracks tho LOL