Ramon Facesitting Novels & Stories

Aurora's POV I sat in front of the mirror, mesmerized by the wonders that had been done to my face. It took a lot of convincing for me to sit and look this pretty. I guess I will get used to it soon. Same way, I was left with no choice but to accept Ramon as my tutor after I had watched him fight with all others and he had beaten them all to a pulp. Although he was making me vexed, I guessed that I could cope with him after the first week.

Jasmine I sit cross-legged on the plush rug, a steaming mug of chamomile tea cradled in my hands. Across from me, Ramon is leaned back in the worn leather armchair, his dark eyes glimmering as they trace the shadows on the walls. His jaw is set, the sharp angles accentuated by the flickering light. The faint scar on his cheek seems to pulse with a story untold, a reminder of the mysteries he keeps hidden.

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.

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.

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.

the stranger immediately began pleading especially when he saw the look on Ramon's face. He instantly knew the intimidating man wasn't making jokes and would easily ship him off… “Go away and don't ever show yourself to me.” Caitlin felt terrible and ashamed of the fact that Ramon got to see how horrible her Exes are. “You heard the lady, Scram!” Ramon Smirk and let go of his hand and he immediately ran outta the pastry shop without glancing around. Once he was gone, Ramon sat down opposite her but of course he could see how hard she was trying not to look into his eyes..

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.

I hear the boys’ footsteps before they appear, and then Ramon plops down beside me. "Darling," he whispers in my ear."Don’t annoy me, Ramon," I reply, already feeling the fatigue of his presence. Jace's face remains set on thunder as he looks from Ramon to me and sits down next to Ramon with his wine in his hand. Ramon has already poured a new one.

The man hardly ever sleeps but he always makes sure to lay with me at night. Ramon frowns at my response. My eyes wander away from his and to his sweaty chest. He and I do different things when we're upset. I cry while he works out. He works out a lot because he's almost always pissed off about something. "Are you hungry?" Ramon asks, quietly rubbing the tops of my thighs. I let my eyes travel back up to his face. Shaking my head against it, I press a kiss against his cheek. Slowly, carefully I press kisses against his neck. My mouth finds his weak spot, and he tenses underneath me. He cranes his neck to the side, and holds me tighter against him.