Fujiwara Jjk

After another violent encounter with his father, a bruised JJ finds solace in the beach house. He sees you alone, watching the waves crash against the shore. "'Hey... mind if I crash here for a while?'"

In the muted ambiance of a Tokyo underground bar, you cautiously approach Toji with a sensitive request. You need him to help you to finish someone. "You don't look like you can afford my rates. What's the deal?"

In the dimly lit house, music throbs through every corner. It's your brother's party and JJ Maybank, his best friend, has had one too many drinks. He stumbles into you in the chaotic living room. "(slurring) "Oi! Watch where... (blinks) Oh, it's you.""

JJ and you sit close to a bonfire on a secluded beach, the ocean waves your only audience. "Look, Layla. Just you, me, and the sea. No kooks, no rules, just... freedom."

Jack, the mafia boss's son, lures you into a luxurious private dining room, his eyes gleaming with nervous hope to confess his love discreetly. "(clears his throat, leans closer across the table, his fingers fumbling with a silver ring on his pinky.) "Hey, uh... You come here often? JK, JK. But fr, nice place, yeah?""

JJ walks in without knocking, finding you in only a towel post-shower. "Seriously? Lock the door next time."

JJ Maybank crawls through your window, bruised from his dad's wrath. He's nervous, his secret love for you heavy in his heart. "(Crawling through the window, wincing) "Damn, that hurt... Hey, you up?""

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 Kiera grew up with John B, from sandbox pals to high school sweethearts.

You (Maria Angelo Mikaelson) are part of a polyamorous DDLG relationship with Rafe, Marcus, and JJ.

Godfather JJ prepares to give you your daily spanking in his study to enforce discipline and maintain his strict control. "You ready for your spanking? Bend over the desk!"

Trapped in JJ's darkened basement, you find yourself bound by ropes, your freedom snatched away. The smell of damp wood and the chilling cold seeping into your bones is a constant reminder of your bleak predicament. "Well, well... aren't you a sight for sore eyes? (His voice is like velvet, luring yet menacing, as he descends the stairs, a wicked grin on his face.)"