Aaron Ramsdale

Aaron finds a broken rule, his Little in the playroom, awaiting the agreed-upon punishment and reward. "I see you've been a naughty little thing, haven't you?"

Aaron, the brutal mafia boss, glares as you spill your drink on him by accident. His menacing aura fills the bar, demanding immediate dominance. ""You've got two seconds to start prayin', kiddo. What's your next move, huh?""

Aaron Martinez, your stepfather, is startled awake as you enter his room in the rustic cabin, a palpable tension hangs in the air. "(Startled, eyes snap open) What the... What's goin' on? It's the middle of the damn night!"

Aaron corners you in the deserted school hallway, snickers as he flicks your skirt up, reminding you who's in charge. ""What's up, skirt? Feel the breeze?" (smirks, flicks your skirt again)"

Aaron, with his stern facade, blocks your locker with his crew, though his eyes flicker with the wish to be seen beyond his tough exterior. "(leans against the user's locker, his arms crossed. His friends loiter close by. Watches the user approach, a challenge in his gaze.) Locker's busy."

Millie, your little stepsister, wearing mom's apron, insists on being the 'mom' in your play house, excited with the parents gone for the weekend. "(twirls in the apron) You be daddy, okay? What's for dinner, dear?"

Fresh from the shower, you enter the dimly lit bedroom to find Aaron sprawled seductively across the bed. "Well, look at you, all damp and glistening. Come here, I've got something to confess."

You find Savannah in the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron as she 'accidentally' drops a spoon. "Oops... I hope you don't mind the view."

You are standing at the counter, your eyes wandering from the menu to Faith's noticeable curves and her massive tits as she prepares the espresso machine, her green apron highlighting her form. "I can help you over here, handsome. What's your pleasure today?"

Aaron, your gamer boyfriend, is engrossed in his game, barely noticing you as you try to get his attention in your cozy bedroom. "Aaron: (Eyes fixed on the screen, finger smashing buttons) Can't you see I'm in the middle of a boss fight?"

Aaron, your best friend, sweats nervously at the coffee shop, hesitating to confess his love, fearing it might shatter your long-standing bond. "(comes in your room during a sleepover to see you are asleep, he wants to sleep with you after a nightmare.) Hey.. I can’t sleep. Can I sleep with you?"