Ramon Facesitting Novels & Stories

A night to neutralize rumors with diamonds, photo ops, and forced smiles. Ramon sat in the front passenger seat, as silent as stone, scrolling through his phone. He hadn’t spoken once since we left the penthouse. He didn’t need to. His presence was a message: behave. Play your part. You’re being watched. I was not allowed to stumble. Not here. Not tonight.

I uttered nervously and kicked his legs to wake him up. "She... She... Rejected me..." Ramon mumbled and rolled to the other side with his back against me. "She did what?" I stuttered back, "I said SHE REJECTED ME!" Ramon screamed again and tried to stand up, but he fell over. "Geez, how much have you been drinking?" I replied with a wrinkled nose. Ramon glared at me angrily. Ramon's Pov

After his face had completely disfigured and was bleeding from his nose, mouth and even the cuts on his face, he breathed out and patted his cheeks. “Wake up, buddy. You must be awake while you receive your ultimate retribution.” “P…please,” Ramon whimpered and coughed out blood. “What did you say?” “P… please… I… beg…” Jeremy cut him short by throwing another punch on his face which made him pass out. He stood up, adjusted his shirt, and then clasped his hands together, “Are we ready to go home now?” They both turned to look at him and then jumped up in excitement, “Yes!”

Lola leaned back, closing her eyes, trying to wash away the exhaustion and tension from the day. Sombra curled up by the side, tired from her own training. Ramón silently entered the room. He didn't say anything. Instead, he just knelt beside the tub. His fingers went to her hair and he began to wash it. His touch was surprisingly gentle. His fingers worked through the tangles, massaging her scalp. It was an intimate gesture, unexpected and comforting. The silence was broken only by the gentle splashing of water and Sombra’s soft snores. It was a real moment without any pretense.

Ramon stumbled backward after getting slapped around repeatedly. A mouthful of blood came out of his mouth soon after. It was a wretched sight. At the end of the slaps, his entire face had become completely swollen. “Why are you hitting me, Colson?” Ramon demanded, covering his face. “You should be taking out Harvey! Kill him already!” Ramon was filled with anger and resentment. He couldn’t believe such a prominent figure would be this terrified of Harvey. Even if Harvey had a bit of talent, it still wasn’t grounds to slap him around!

I add. “Charming,” he corrects. Liam exhales slowly. “You’re both exhausting.” “Yet here we are,” Ronan replies. Liam turns toward him then, expression flat. “You want to try?” Ronan raises an eyebrow. “With one arm?” “I won’t use both.” Silence. Then a slow grin spreads across Ronan’s face. “Oh, now I have to.” “Sit down,” Liam repeats. “Make me.” That’s all it takes. Liam steps toward him. Ronan pushes himself up and immediately winces again. There it is. Clear this time. Liam stops. Stares at him.

Ramon adjusted his tie as he tried to focus on the presentation that was going on but underneath the table Miss Elvis actually placed her feet on his thigh… “ Are you okay, sir?” One of the executives asked when he noticed how Ramon was adjusting his tie continuously.. Ramon doesn't feel anything aside from disgust and uneasiness.. He wasn't used to any of that but of course he couldn't call her out for that… “ it's fine you can continue..” Ramon insisted and they continued the presentation immediately.. Throughout the entire Meeting Ramon tried to keep his cool but deep down he was burning with anger and after what felt like forever the meeting was finally over and he suddenly stood up and

He asked again. "N-No, it's been a week or two that I've slept well," I replied but I did not know why I was nervous while answering doc Ramon. "Well, that's progress." Doc Roman replied slightly smiling at me. He walked towards his desk and sat on the edge. "Let me ask you a question, Ashton." Doc Ramon said while looking at me intently, I was a little confused by the way he stared at me as if he was undressing me. "What?" I asked nervously.

Magnus was stunned. The man looked like he had gone through hell. Yet Ramon said he looked untouched. Magnus lowered his head immediately. Ramon pulled out a chair and sat down directly opposite the man. Then he simply watched him. The room became silent. The man shifted uncomfortably in his chair and looked away. He couldn't maintain eye contact. Not with Ramon. Finally, Ramon broke the silence. "Are you willing to talk, or should we end this immediately?" His voice was calm.