#Carlos Ricci

[stachesainzcore]

Lando making fun of Carlos' radio message

[leclercskiesahead]

scuderiaferrari Looking back at the incredible memories we made together ❤️

[faustianfascination]

the tyrant's bell

Kinktober 10. Cockwarming | Face Fucking

Words: 1439 Pairing: Silvio x Emma (ikemen prince)

Tags: NSFW! MDNI! cockwarming, orgasm denial, exhibitionism, established relationship

Silvio decided to punish Emma by making her sit still during his trade negotiations with Nokto. Notes: I'm supposed to be finishing my fic for the predator prey prompt but this has idea has been stuck in my head. Oh well, who said Kinktober follows linear time.

Silvio's new desk was absurdly ostentatious, even for him. This great marble slab set upon golden, fish detailed legs seemed to have an almost dalmatian like pattern to suit his crest. Emma hated to think how much Silvio had spent on this, let alone how long he'd sent poor Carlo out to search for it. Her eyes kept drifting to the fish details on the legs, those weren't sapphires surely? Even her beloved gaudy tyrant wouldn't encrust his desk legs with sapphires right?

At this point she thought that nothing he could do would surprise her, but as if to mock her hubris she was currently using every once of self control to sit still on his lap as his cock was buried in her while he sat at his new ridiculous desk, negotiating with Nokto.

Her back leaning on his chest for support, his hand squeezing her hip as she sat on his lap, they looked all the part of a romantic couple who just wanted to be together. In reality Emma was reminding herself that she did in fact love Silvio, even if at this moment she wanted to throttle him. Her body had been like this before Nokto had arrived, some punishment or other he'd devised after getting jealous of her and Nokto dancing together at last nights ball. If only she'd not been so weary she'd fallen asleep before he'd gotten back; it had given him too much time to sulk. Truthfully, she'd been enjoying the punishment until Silvio not only invited Nokto in for tea, the two started negotiating and had been at it for what felt like forever.

Emma tried keeping her eyes on the desk, counting the spots to distract from how oversensitive and wanting her body was. Only to fail every time Silvio decided to shift in his chair just enough to stimulate her. He was doing this on purpose she thought. Trying to maintain what was left of her dignity she held on tighter to her tea cup, trying to avoid Nokto's eyes. Usually, she would be thrilled to have the chance to watch these two negotiate, seeing their insight and intelligence on display, learning about all the complexities of commerce but right now all she could think of was how much his girthy cock was stretching her, how much she wanted him to move as she was going mad. Occasionally she got her own back, clenching around him as tight as she could, enjoying the way his breath would hitch and the pinch on her hip telling her to knock it off. She could feel the puddle around Silvio's crotch from how long he'd held her like this and it was both erotic and uncomfortable. Her nipples was hard, every movement against the fabric of her slip and corset just adding to the sensations building up. She'd been here so long she could feel every ridge, every vein, every twitch and it was getting to the point she couldn't hold it together much longer. She took another sip of her now cold tea and put the cup back on the saucer with so much force that she swore she'd heard it crack. This unfortunately caused both men to look her way.

"You ok there Emma, you're looking a little flushed? This tyrant overworking you? Or did I charm you so much last night that you're considering returning to Rhodolite?" Nokto smirked flirtatiously, winking those scarlet eyes

"Mind ya own damn business foxface" Silvio snapped "my fiance's health is none of ya concern"

"I'm just being polite jangles, you might want to try it sometime" the exasperation in Nokto's voice paired with the eye roll was almost comical, if Emma wasn't trying not to give into the temptation to ride the jangler audience be damned.

Silvio met it with a scoff as he proceeded to lean forward and ring the bell on his desk to summon Rio or Carlo, a deep resonant sound filling the office and another movement making his cock press her sweet spot. Rio strolled in but before he could even speak Silvio barked at him to get more tea, she didn't hear exactly what Rio said in response but the words 'tyrannical' and 'jackass' seemed to be involved. The last thing she needed was Silvio and Rio breaking into another fight. Last week she was forced to squirt a plant mister at them to get the pair to snap out of it.

By the time a new set of tea was presented she had taken to clenching around him in an unpredictable rhythm, she made him stutter mid sentence much to her pride. If she was suffering so was he. Only, Silvio took the opportunity when everyone was distracted by tea to give her a subtle thrust that made her nearly drop her tea cup. Emma was almost delirious with lust at this point as Silvio and Nokto debated back and fourth over trading terms. They couldn't seem to come to a conclusion until Nokto suggested something so stupid she wanted to slap him. A future queen of Benitoite could slap the 7ht prince of Rhodolite right? Surely that would be allowed.

"How about we settle this with a round of chess?" he suggested Silvio grinned devilishly as Emma looked back at him "why don't ya just give me what I want foxface, or do you get off on loosing"

"Remember who taught who" Nokto scoffed as he reached over to Silvio's bell. Emma finally hit breaking point. She slammed her tea cup down, breaking both the cup and saucer this time making everyone freeze, even Silvio seemed slightly shocked

"Deciding trade policy over a GAME!?! This is ridiculous! You two need a time out. RIO" Emma had been working on being more commanding as fitting her future role, today she finally managed it by bringing this tomfoolery to a close due to the sheer annoyance stemming from her frustration. Rio hopped into the room practically wagging his tail at Emma's call, she instructed him to take Nokto for a tour of the new rose gardens she'd been overseeing. Nokto to his credit read the room and gracefully exited with a polite bow. She could feel Silvio beginning to giggle at her sudden forthrightness

"Lady-" Silvio was cut off as Emma grabbed the arm rests and lifted herself, pulling herself off his cock until only the tip remains and using every ounce of her strength to slam down hard, making the chair shake beneath them and Silvio moan. The movement and sensation of his cock stroking her walls making her burn up instantly at the feeling. Silvio finally shut up, reduced to panting seeming as overwhelmed as she was. She began repeating the process, riding the tyrant as hard as she could

"I cannot believe you" she panted as she slammed down again "you" she panted as she lifted herself again "ARROGANT" slam "BEJEWELLED" slam "BULLY" the word morphing into a strangled moan as her final slam into his lap sent her over the edge and making her whole body tremble. The marble of the desk was a welcome source of coolness on her forehead as she slumped forward after her climax. Her cunt was still fluttering and legs shaky but she pulled herself up as soon as she could manage because she was done with Silvio's nonsense.

Except she didn't get very far when Silvio grabbed her and the world shifted, suddenly feeling the cool marble of his desk against her back. The contents of the desk having been swept onto the floor, piles of notes for the trade deal fluttering to the in the air.

He kissed her breathless, pinning her to the desk, his warmth, the feeling of his solid and muscular body caging her down and making her desire build again. When he broke the kiss, his ocean eyes were molten with desire which contrasted with the blush spreading from his ears. Without warning she felt the fabric of her dress tear, the decorations pining off in all directions while he grabbed his letter opening dagger to cut her corset the slip off. The cool air now caressing her naked body, Silvio's eyes savouring the sight, licking his lips like a hungry beast.

"After that, you ain't goin' nowhere" he growled as he descended on her again. The ridiculous desk scraping slightly on the floor, the bell beginning to sound as he started ravishing her in earnest.

*-*-*

Carlo heard the bell sounding insistently, he knew Silvio was impatient but this was ridiculous. As he reached for the door knob his ears picked up the squeak of a table moving and muffled moans from behind the door. Carlo knew better than to interrupt that but he was worried if the marble slab could withstand Silvio, the thought of trying to source another one made his head start to throb.

[bakersgrief]

Ikemen Christmas trees (so far):

Ikevil:

William Rex @ask-william-rex

Harrison Gray @ask-harrison-gray

Liam Evans @askliamevans

Elbert Greetia @askelbertgreetia

Alfons Sylvatica @ask-alfons

Ellis Twilight @askellistwilight

Roger Barel @ask-roger-barel

Ikepri:

Yves Kloss @askyves

Keith Howell @askthekeiths

Silvio Ricci @asksilvioricci

Gilbert Von Obsidian @askgilbertvonobsidian

Gilbert Von Obsidian @ask-gilbertvonobsidian

Cyran Rose @ask-cyran-rose

Sariel Noir @ask-sariel-noir

Carlo @ask-ikepri-carlo

Emma @ask-ikepriemma

Roderic @askroderic-ikepri

Ikevamp:

Vlad @ask-ikevamp-vlad

Mitsuki @ask-mitsuki

Ikesen:

Mitsunari Ishida @ask-ikesen-mitsunari

Mai @ask-mai

If anyone knows of more trees I haven't listed, please let me know! I'm also happy to add oc blogs or take down blogs that don't wish to be on this list.

[sevynchaos]

A whole eternity later, we got the fire extinguisher picture! Team 55! 🧯🔝

[sainzscrapbook]

And I am a child of divorce 🥲

[clavissionary-position]

Silvio: Carlo, what the fuck is this?

Carlo: P-propaganda for your continued glorious aquatic reign, sir.

Carlo: Do you know what the people call you, sir? The Pearl of Benitoite.

Silvio: (makes a dignified cough while sporting a furious blush) Is that right?

Carlo: (sniffs with pride) Yes, sir. You've been upgraded from Puppy.

Silvio: Shuddup! You're the one who got them to call me that in the first place!

Carlo: A-and I stand by it! Just as puppies must be protected at all cost, so must our crowned king!

Silvio: (blushes to the moon) I got no need for protection! I can protect myself!

Silvio: (kicks oyster plushie) And get rid of these!

Carlo: (hugs the plushie to protect it) Understood, s-sir. I'll proceed with the clam chowder ones.

Silvio: (incorrectly assumes the clam chowder plushies feature a chibi-him cooking clam chowder instead of being the clam chowder) Yeah, that's fine.

[genevieveetguy]

The Holy Girl (La niña santa), Lucrecia Martel (2004)

[memoria-99]

Keith: Silvio, you were so wasted last night.

Silvio: I wasn't that drunk!

Keith: ...You ordered Carlo to take you to your room.

Silvio: Yeah, anything wrong with that?

Keith: We drank at your room.

Silvio: ...Crap.

[gregor-samsung]

“ Mentre gli europei impiegavano le lenti per costruire microscopi, telescopi ed occhiali, i cinesi si divertivano ad adoperarli come giocattoli incantati. Lo stesso fecero con gli orologi. Lenti, orologi ed altri strumenti erano stati inventati in Europa per soddisfare esigenze quali sperimentate da uno specifico ambiente socioculturale. In Cina queste invenzioni piovvero casualmente dal cielo e i cinesi le riguardarono come divertenti stranezze. I migliori intelletti si dedicavano all'arte e alla filosofia, non alle scienze. Come osservò padre Ricci, «alla matematica come alla medicina non si applicano se non persone che non possono studiare bene le loro lettere per il puoco ingegno e habilità; e così stanno queste scientie in bassa stima e fioriscono assai puoco. I gradi più solenni sono quelli delle scienze morali». In Cina non era il mondo cittadino a scandire il tono della cultura. In una società composta essenzialmente di una élite di literati nutriti alle discipline classiche e di una vasta massa di contadini che, come nota il dr. Chiang «misuravano il tempo in termini di giorni e di anni e non di minuti o di ore», l'orologio aveva scarse possibilità di imporsi come strumento di pratica utilità. Perché ciò accadesse, si sarebbe dovuto verificare un completo ribaltamento della società, delle sue strutture e dei suoi bisogni. La macchina ha ragion d'essere solo come espressione della risposta dell'uomo ai problemi postigli dall'ambiente e recepiti e interpretati traverso il filtro della cultura prevalente. “

Carlo M. Cipolla, Le macchine del tempo. L'orologio e la società (1300-1700), Il Mulino (collana Intersezioni, n° 169), 2008 [1ª ed.ne 1981]; pp. 71-72.

[ezxthan]

love live carlo

[janesurlife]

love how everyone in ferrari is against Leclerc but he still doesn't leave that team...bro why would you stay at a team where no one supports you ALLEGEDLY (and by allegedly I meant according to the voices in lecfosi's head)

[leclercskiesahead]

A short story

[mafiamemesandedits]

Zodiac signs (plus Moon and Rising) of the M2 & M1 characters (in my personal opinion ofc!!)

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[eirianerisdar]

Xavi this is...embarassing.

It just showcases all the communication problems we see time and time again with the Ferrari pit wall

Xavi mis-hears "last lap" as "fastest lap" - which, to be fair, isn't too big of a faux pas - but the real concerning sign about Ferrari pit wall communication is what he says next.

Charles asks two things: 1. Is it the last lap (so I don't push on and get disqualified), and 2. Is George okay (Is my friend and colleague alive).

All the other engineers either reported without needing to be prompted that George was okay or had an answer ready when asked.

Xavi replies that he in effect doesn't know about George, pauses, then says "Yes."

Is he saying YES it is the last lap? Or YES, George is okay?

It's one of the first things they teach you not to do in communication - answer a double-question with a single affirmative or negative. Eventually Xavi says that George is okay but he never really answered the last-lap question in a way that was clear-cut.

This is a 15-second-plus communication that should have taken five.

[storyofmorewhoa]

The Addams Family (1991)