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xxsycamore · 1 year

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—𝘐𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘓𝘪𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘍𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴

► SYNOPSIS:

Silvio Ricci gets a taste of his own medicine. [[heed the tags & author's note]]

▍silvio ricci x gender neutral reader

▍rating: E

▍tags: Silvio tops; Casual sex; Swearing; Name-calling; Silvio insults the reader some but so do they; Teasing; Biting; Crying; Light masochism; Silvio has a sensitive neck; Cumming inside; Reader plays with Silvio's feelings but he deserves it for being an ass; Come marking; Making a mess; Mild blood; Violence

▍wordcount: 2,000

▍a/n: be warned, this story might not be everyone's cup of tea. I aimed for a reader that is as "bad" as silvio, and perhaps not many can project into that. He would by no means treat the mc exactly the same way as he does the reader here, i'm sure about that, haha.

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"The rumors must be wrong," you conclude early, speeding up somewhere ahead of Silvio just to make him be the one to close the door behind you. The loud thud from his kick hardly disrupts your speech. "I've heard you indulge the ones who enter your bed more pompously… yet for me, no roses and champagne, no dangly little gifts from across the seas. I'm hurt."

"You talk too much." Silvio cuts, slumping himself against a soft-cushioned couch, as if declaring that this would be taken to bed only if it means dragging his weight to there.

Too bad that it hardly matters to you 'where' when the 'how' is way more intriguing. You straddle his hips with the enthusiasm of someone welcoming his lover from a winter-long campaign, and he cringers. He hates how his dick has another option about it, as soon as it feels the warmth of another sex against it.

With you, it's never straight to the point. He could surprise you with the cleverest makeshift mouthgag in the world and you'd still manage a way to speak to him in your innerving language. He doesn't bother with it anymore, much preferring to create noise than to cancel the one coming from you. Barging into random guestrooms saved for the less special guests, bedsprings creaking cheaply into the night; hallways that echo the filthy wet sounds of coupling. For one, it drives everyone in close radius away in almost laughable fashion and he gets amused. On the flipside, he gets dangerously alone with you.

He grabs a fistful of intricate necklaces and haphazardly pulls them over his head, his perfect fringe getting its first portion of disheveling for the night. He puts them on you instead, like it's regalia. You better hurry up and shake these hips soon if you so intend to make his dick your seat for the night.

Fingers begin to dance a courting dance as you undo the buttons of his shirt with no dangly loops of obstacle in the way. His skin is nice and warm to the touch. His pelvis all but presses back into your hands the moment you drag your weight further back his lap in order to work his belt undone.

"Don't you hate yourself sometimes for wanting my cock so much?"

He has more reason to adorn a nasty smirk than you do in the moment, but honesty is always less ugly. "Never."

His humming means a lot and nothing at all in the same time. Before he can say more, he is presented with a very tight embrace, head getting shoved into your chest as you cling to him as if the tar-black sea depths are behind your back.

"Prepare me, please… I'm scared of your big cock."

He scoffs in absurdity, recalling hushed thirsts in dark corners and declarations of it 'hurting so good'. His arms even have to fight their way out of the tight hug to comply with that wish. Deft fingers get to your spasming hole in record time as he loses no time to plunge two of them inside, pumping slowly.

You gasp and let your lips stay parted; Silvio seems concentrated in fingering you and you brush your mouth against his in the meanwhile. You trash your head away before he can get the idea you're initiating a kiss.

The blunt head of his cock rubs your hole, slipping in occasionally and making you gasp, yet he denies the entrance. Feeling in control makes him finally, finally enjoy something else than the rush of endorphins at the end of that damned act. He seats you down.

"Haah… here you go, you took it like a champ. I knew you can." He mockingly claps his hands twice or thrice, the sound of his palms coming together dry and irritating.

You squirm and make a marionette out of yourself as his cock ignites all pleasure-spot-fuses and the fire spreads. You do what is expected of you and gain sense slowly, grabbing into his shoulders for support. Slamming yourself down on him balls deep, you grind your bottom, then slowly ascent. On the fourth, fifth, sixth time, the dance gets less precise. You love it when he has to guide you, tongue clicking, warm palms on your bared ass.

You two move as one, each chasing individual peak, yet the goals meeting in the middle. Just another mutual gain deal glazed with forget hospitality, he is expert at those. At least you don't cost him much effort at this point, as you start finding his way back to him uninvited. It's a shame his dick feels better at your mercy than at anyone else's - it gets in his way when he tells himself there is nothing special to you.

Your moans spill in the night and you purposely curl them around the edges. Silvio can pick on the exaggerated ones but still marvels at the rest. You really need it bad tonight, perhaps worse than him.

"Whore."

Your answer is only to moan louder, living up to the name he gave you. He knows the way you clenched is not entirely part of the act, and smirks, repeating, "Whore."

Your hips speed up, knees brushing hurtfully even in those soft cushions. Slowing down is a must at this point if you don't want the night to be short. And it seems like you're set on your mind.

Silvio slaps your ass and his nails bite into it when you refuse to stop. His eyes are blurred with excited arouse even when he widens them in alert.

"Yours." You voice cracks around the single word and you mask it with another moan.

"I don't want to own you." he breathes heavily, hating his voice coming out strained like that, "I only own pretty things."

"Too bad owning them won't make you any less ugly."

Rage fuses with arouse as Silvio swears at you colorful words in his language that somehow you haven't heard of before.

If anyone is to see you two from afar,

They'd say you deserve each other.

Even if using all your strength, you won't able to outpower him, and it's a fact. You keep moving up and down in deranged pace that is designed to send both of you to culmination. With each rise and fall on his cock, Silvio feels like you're stepping on his throat, mocking him. He summons his mind to snap out of the pleasure of being controlled like that, he'd puke his guts afterwards if he surrenders to that ugly confession. The memory of guiding your hands to wrap around his neck shouldn't ever come to surface with a fresh example again.

It's when you bite his neck that he snaps, grabbing a harsh hold of your bottom guaranteed to leave bruises. It would be so easy to manhandle you off his cock, push your face down into the couch and have the game played by his rules. Yet, when he gets presented with that power, he doesn't know what to do with himself. You moan out submissively to him, pain numbing your cockiness - you give him control and he does nothing.

You start to wonder if he can even cum anymore while doing the old routine of fucking yet another bitch in doggy style; it's no wonder he doesn't flip you on your knees.

You can be good and help him out.

Daring, you test the restraints, nibbling on his neck. It's not like you're just now learning of his erogenous zone, but ignoring it on purpose in some of your sessions is more fun.

His hands fall off, empty palms turned upwards hanging in the air for few seconds. He fixes his grip on your waist instead, leaving you with enough room to lead the movement.

It doesn’t take much once you speed up, feeling his cock twitch and swell inside. Your hole hugs him oh so nicely, warm and tight for him alone, for a second seeming like it simply serves him.

You cum first, getting lost in your own game. The pleasure peaks and you're sincere when you call out his name. Despite your better opinion of associating Silvio with ugliness, his name sounds beautiful said out loud. Sil-vi-o. Silver tongue, seawater; salt, venom, viciousness, Silvio.

It's very married-couple-in-love of him to cum so downright simultaneously with you but here he goes. He moves you up and down when strength leaves your legs, and he fucks his cum into you like he intends to mark you inside-out. Your depths are coated thick and warm, and the profanities are almost melodic when he groans like that. You love how he gives you every last drop, not bothering to get his cock as soon as possible out of you but quite the contrary.

He looks at you after what feels like eternity but for your much-alive still, twitching sexes, it's merely seconds. His icy blue eyes bore into yours and widen with shock.

"Why are you crying?"

You snicker through the sniffles, labeling yourself as pathetic at this moment.

"Because… I love you, Silvio."

He pales.

The room becomes so still, so quiet with the lack of as much as the sound of breathing being heard. Silvio searches something more to fall from your lips in the absence of his breaths rudely interrupting you. Soon his breath runs out and he huffs out with brows knitting together, puzzled and with a storm of things to say casting on the tip of his tongue.

"Pfft."

A hitched breath.

"Ahahaha!"

Your laugh undoubtedly sounds exaggerated from the side; but your face brightens up so much as you finally release the laugher that has been building behind your lips. It's ringing merrily in the dimly lit room, and you're honestly just waiting for Silvio to shut you up but it never comes. Another set of tears stream down to wash away the ones from before, and they're born from different sources.

You better get up before Silvio remembers how to speak again. He must have been training that resting-bitch-face of his a lot, you didn't expect it to see it adorning his ugly features so soon.

Using his shoulders for balance, you get up from the gross, softened cock that gave you so much pleasure previously. Instead of making this as fast and as inconsequential as possible, you linger over him, looking down at the place where you have been joined. His cum starts to leak out, and you let it. It dirties the front of Silvio's pants while he is busy being out of his mind.

"Oh, you dirty whore."

You fight the urge to say Welcome back, Silvio, and instead roll your eyes at him. "This is getting old. Get creative."

Silvio huffs out a laugher, not knowing himself where it came from. He starts fantasizing how to take you next, but his naughty thoughts are interrupted by the sight of you fixing your clothing.

You grab into the necklaces and unceremoniously throw them at the glossy marble floor with a horrific jiggle. Their quality is put the ultimate test but no runaway beads roll underneath furniture; not that Silvio cares.

He understands what it would mean to call back to you and stop you from leaving. He can't deal with being more grossed at himself any more tonight.

Blowing a kiss behind your shoulder, you leave.

The night is still so, so damn young. Sleep would never come to him. Being alone would be agonizing. Getting his shit together and going downstairs where another high-society gathering is taking place is unthinkable. He'd puke at the sight of a flirting woman right now.

With the rage of a man deemed to suffer until his last breath, Silvio screams his lungs; the sound masking the one of a shoved down decorative table nearby. His knuckles get stupidly bruised to blood somehow and it gets on his shirt when he fixes his collar. Just great.

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baby-bunny-san · 2 years

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Confess love moment (in Silvio's route - Chapter 24)

This is one of my most favorite part in Silvio's route

Everything below belongs to Cybird

Translation not correct 100%

Emma: Do you have any injuries other than your head?

Silvio: No…..

Emma: That’s good

After that, I jump into Silvio’s chest.

Silvio: Oiiii….!

Ignore Silvio, who blushed as usual, I pressed my forehead against his chest.

For the first time in the long time, I was surrounded by a gorgeous scent, and my tense breath spilled out.

(Thanks God, you are fine…)

(Because when I heard the story in the carriage, I wasn’t in the mood)

In fact, when I saw him bleeding inside the ship, I thought my heart would stop.

Emma: I have a lot of things I want to say, but… Thank you very much for protecting the Rhodolite--- No, something important to me

Silvio: ….I didn’t protect it. However, when I think about the future, I just assume that it would be the national interest. For your sake… don’t make any strange misunderstandings.

Emma: Was it a misunderstanding?

Silvio: .…...

Silvio is at a loss for words. The two-faced tyrant was easy to understand.

Emma: ….Since Prince Silvio risked his life to protect me, I also make up my mind

I move my body slightly away and touch the collar. Now that I know Silvio’s heart, even the collar that I thought I hated, it’s not bad…. it’s strange because it makes me think that

Emma: You’ve wanted me to be your “thing” for a long time, haven’t you?

Silvio: For that reason, did you go out of your way to prepare a letter to get such a big tittle?

Emma: no?

(I’m not going to be a “thing”)

---------- Flashback -----------

Silvio: I’m not trying to buy your heart. I’m asking you to give me your ownership.

(Prince Silvio said that before….)

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Emma: What Silvio really want is not my ownership, right?

Silvio: If you don’t need my heart, then you should have simply followed the king’s orders.

Silvio: …,.ch..

The neat face is distorted. In those eyes, you can see the fluctuation.

Emma: I don’t sell my heart for money. But, I will give it to Silvio specially

(This heart was the weapon that hurt Silvio, so there were times when I was depressed-----)

-----------Flashback-------------

For the first time, Rio, who finished talking about the strategy in the carriage, finally told me with a big smile.

Rio: Emma. Until now, I’m a coward who was afraid to even make something precious… From now on, I think I will keep holding it properly. I won’t let anyone take it away, and I won’t let anyone destroy it.

Emma: What is Rio’s most important thing?

Rio: Of course it is. It’s just the way you smile when you say you are happy!

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(sorry, Rio….. But, thank you)

Once again, I jump into Silvio’s chest

Emma: Hey…. I’ll make sure you take responsibility for making me fall in love with you!

Silvio:….

Emma: umm….

Silvio: ……

Emma: Something… please tell me.

(ha….. I’m about to die from being shy!)

My face is hot…. the tip of my ear is hot.

(I don’t know what to do. Ugh… I’ve told you my feelings, should I go back to my room now?)

I don’t know what kind of face silvio, who has no words, looks like now. Are you stunned? Are you flabbergasted, are you reluctant, are you shy?--------

(i’m getting scared to know)

Just as I was about running away, something soft touched the top of my head.

(.…what now….?)

When I lifted my head, my eyes met at a close distance with his sea-colour eyes-----

By the time I noticed, our lips were overlapping as if they were being pulled together. The same vivid feeling as before is engraved with the short sound of water. Silvio, who put his hand on my cheek and put our forehead together.

Unlike any expression I imagined, it was earnest.

Silvio: …Ahh, how did I get caught by such an impertinent woman? She is not cute, and she doesn’t even know how to kiss.

Emma: Wow, I’m sorry! for not cute and not good at it…

Silvio: That kind of thing… Ahh shit!

This time, Silvio hugged me as hard as he could.

My hair was messed up like usual, and I thought I would raise my voice in protest. But... When I saw his face, which seemed to be redder than mine, my words vanished.

(The heartbeat also turned out to be amazing)

Silvio: You know what is like to be a fiancee, don’t you?

Emma: I understand… It’s also a prince from another country, so I’m sure there must be a lot of trouble

Silvio: At least, you can’t stay in the Rhodolite

Emma: I know that too… I have never see the ocean before and I’m looking forward to it!

Silvio: Is it the case that you’re saying something carefree?

Emma: Ah, by the way, my position as a noble lady is real. As an additional reward for Belle, Sariel-san gave me a status.

The status of the aristocractic daughter that Sariel improvised to deceive the eyes of the prices of another countries. It is meticulously forged so that there is no problem even if it is investigated.

(When I consulted with Silvio, he told me to use that status)

Silvio: Even so, the common people’s habits haven’t changed

Emma: I’ll do my best to become a noble lady

Silvio: The I’ll buy you as many clothes as you like. Tell me everything you need

Emma: That is-----

Silvio: Are you my girl?

Finally, Silvio smiled. It wasn’t his usual arrogant smile, but rather an amusing smile.

Silvio: I’ll tell you, I don’t know how to love other man than to spend money

Emma: Well then, let’s start from now on. I don’t like money, so it’s tough

Silvio: …. I know as you hate that kind of thing

Looking at his softened expression, I put my hand around Silvio’s neck and kiss him lightly

(Last time, it was just painful, but…)

The inserted tongue gently strokes the inside of my mouth. There is no tyrannical violance in the kiss. The unfamiliar sound of water made my body heat up. Breathing unsteadily, and I heard a voice that didn’t seem to come out of my own mouth

Silvio picked me up and laid me down on a nearby bed

Silvio: Come to think of it, what did you say about your first time in prison?

Emma: Uh, I’m not lying. It was my first kiss!

Silvio: Idiot, that doesn’t go into the kiss.

(No…)

Silvio: This is what it means to “take the first time” for real

Silvio, who laid me down, set up a deeper kiss than before

Emma: …hmmm…ahh…

Of course, I have never experienced a kiss that would drown me if I didn’t get mixed up. I grabbed his shirt without knowing how to handle it properly… The buttons on my blouse were loose, exposing my skin...

Emma: Wait a minute-----

Silvio: It’s like to be engaged. You said you knew, didn’t you?

Emma: …Let me at least prepare my heart…

My blouse was rolled up, then his electric hand wrap around my breast. When I was gently treated and loosened, I was dominated by a different feeling of kissing

Silvio: You told me to take responsibility, didn’t you?

Emma: ah… It’s not like this.

The tip of the budge is crushed with a finger, and my waist jumps. I was so embarrassed that I felt like crying

Silvio: After all, an engagement won’t work without it, right?

Emma: …I won’t say that

If I let my guard down, I feel like I’m about to let out a sweet voice, so I desperately try to calm my breathing. I catch the heat-filled gaze emitted by sea-colored eyes from the front

Emma: Because I’m a bad girl. Even if Silvio doesn’t like it, I was going to proceed with the engagement

When I smiled with confidence, Silvio made a troubled face… and lowered his eyes.

Silvio: For a bad girl..... You are always too cute, you idiot

With the fading voice of the proud tyrant, the petals of the rose that secretly told the time fell.......

Everything below belongs to Cybird

Translation not correct 100%

When Silvio freezed after hearing Emma said she fell in love with him, I laughed so hard 🤣🤣 especially the time he was at loss for words and made a ridiculous face

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