horror x first kiss, sequestration, knife play, 1k words, ao3 link, for @simi-week
Sebastian Vettel's love always ran deep. Deeper than what others may have found customary. But Sebastian didn't care. Love had no need for normalcy in order to be real. Flowers, plushies, and chocolates weren't mandatory tokens in order for love to consume every of his atoms, to plague his mind every night to perpetual restlessness. No.
Love was faith. Love was devotion. Love was what pushed one to dedicate every one of their electron to vibrate at the frequency of another's magnetic field. Love was all that and more.
Love was what pushed you in the middle of the night to leave your house. Love was what made you wander empty streets elated in previously unfound assurance.
Love was a body lying on the ground, chains chafing red marks onto perfect uncharted wrists. Love was fear, excitement, life shining from behind glossing over eyes. Love was a body laid out for one to consume, to appreciate, adore, the only way one could truly reveer.
Love was laid out on hardboard floors, moulding wooden planks dampening from distress-borne sweat, an elixir Sebastian couldn't await to rake his tongue across.
Love was Kimi Räikkönen, in the very way Sebastian dreamed up every night, sleep sweet and enchanting in the images it provided him. Love was a living dream; a living dream for Sebastian's taste buds to devour.
"Oh how I have wanted this, my love."
Kimi's eyes recentered, focusing on the source of the noise. A futile task, really, Sebastian had spent months searching, rebuilding, perfecting this place for his voice to ring out from every corner of every room. Kimi deserved the wonders of being consumed by Sebastian in the way Sebastian couldn't help but feel consumed by him.
"Love?"
"Yes. Aeons I have waited, but our souls can now converge. You're here. I'm there. We can now be one."
Sebastian's step echoed on the creaking floors. Each step a new promise whispered to Kimi's ear drum.
"Who are you?"
"You know me, you know me well, Kimi. I am who haunts your dreams, your days, your forevers."
Sebastian's face finally came into the scene. Backlit, warm light like a halo around his angelic features. Kimi's gaze fixed him, searching exactly who, what, why he was. Futile questions to ask so early, Sebastian's excitement wouldn't allow him to stay cryptic very long.
"Who are you?"
Each word was punctuated firmer than a man in his position should have the possibility to. Every syllable clear, far from the mumbled half words Kimi usually turned to using. The confusion on his face faded with Sebastian's next step, face in full view of his love.
"Seb?" A sigh of relief became the soundtrack to Kimi's liquefying body, "you scared me for a second."
"I knew you'd come around."
"Did you? With a stunt like this?"
"No power comes greater than love."
A laugh, decorated by the jingle of chains on wood, "are you planning to unchain me?"
"And refuse my prize?"
"Good point."
Kimi's words found themselves muffled by the weight of Sebastian's body sitting over his hips. Straddled. Restrained.
"What are you planning?"
Sebastian leaned down, back arching as his ear found its resting spot on Kimi's chest, "to devour you."
Badum. Badum. Badum. A rhythmic tune far removed from any stress. When had Kimi ever felt such an emotion anyway?
"How much do want to leave of me?"
"Nothing if you'll allow it."
Kimi blew into Sebastian's ear, curling up his torso as far as the chains would allow. Sebastian looked up.
"A lot of talking, all chatter. When do you plan to get your lips on me?"
The buzzing of orange lights stopped for a minute, light flickering, casting handsome shadows on a perfect face. Sebastian complied, leaning down, starving.
"Right about now."
The kiss was anything but. A pledge of alliegance. Sebastian's hand went frantic, palping up and down Kimi's torso, looking, feeling, searching for every detail he had to offer. Every sigh, moan, whisper, to suck up and taste like a sommelier would fine wine. Kimi's hips were oh so responsive to his. So had been his skin when he pulled his knife out.
Sheathed at first, handle pushing against the hard surface of Kimi's stomach. A pained grunt tasted like a beg for more. So Sebastian complied. Pushing, pushing, pushing, feeling resitance increase, inscreas, increase, then give. Giddiness filled Sebastian's limbs at the thought of the bruise blooming on the white canvas of Kimi's skin.
Kimi screamed, a sound between harrowing pain and unrelenting pleasure, teeth gnawing at Sebastian's splitting lips. Every lap into Kimi's mouth tingled his taste buds, swollen, raw. It didn't take long for Sebastian to smile into the metalic taste it had to offer. A cough into his mouth, a distinct wetness against his trousers.
The sheath came off within seconds.
Sebastian stepped back, a web of blood and saliva connecting the two, as though fates never wanted them to part. Sebastian made sure to not disappoint them.
Eyes looked back at him, boring deep in an unforgiving blend of want and a slight hue of fear. Kimi's mouth was bloodied over, choking ever so slightly on viscous fluids, body barely able to respond. The man was everywhere at once. Neither here, nor away. Kimi was his.
Sebastian's left hand gave into curiosity, lifting up the soiled white fabric of his t-shirt up to his chest, shifting oh so sweetly into such a new position. The blooming of purples and blues on tender organs warranted the constellations of kisses and shooting stars trailed with his tongue.
All Sebastian craved to do was decorate them.
With a small nod, Sebastian went to work, knife a fine tipped pen on the watercolours of Kimi's stomach. The man fought against every writhe, against every once of discomfort, deciding instead to take in the pain like a lullaby, cradled in the weightlessness of becoming a piece of art. Especially when Sebastian took the care to sign every stroke with a press of his lips.
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Kimi is busy preparing for the incoming snowstorm when his dog Aino leads him to something he never expected: Sebastian Vettel, unconscious in the snow outside his cabin.
With the roads blocked and no signal to call for help, Kimi has no choice but to take him in and keep him warm until the storm passes.
it’s been more than a year since i’ve last finished a simi story. thanks to @sewismi-agenda i could finally finish it! so happy and proud to share this with you.
the fic is finished but the other two parts still need editing. i’ll post them before the end of the year. hope you enjoy!
I need to go and make stroopwaffels that I promised someone for tomorrow. I also have to do reboot on my laptop and remove linux. I also have to write updates on WIPs.
Instead I started a new one-shot.
Here’s the summary:
Christian Horner has had some very successful drivers under his guidance. But that means that his eyes has seen a lot through the years. Here are five times that he was surprised and one time he wasn’t.
chapter 7 of tales of rain, umbrellas, and shared cigarettes in timeless cities is out!
Let it be said, when getting himself a boyfriend, Kimi Räikkönen had never truly processed all the implications it entailed. Sure, he knew date nights would be a complimentary part of the deal, he revelled in the privilege of waking up to the adorable slope of a button nose and a dopey, sleep-laden smile, he breathed for every press of lips rest upon the angel he could call his, but spending half of his paycheck on a car rental for the weekend was not one of the things he'd ever assumed were in the fineprint of the fictitious contract he'd signed.
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In a split second, Sebastian's legs found themselves covered in the tale tell coolness of wet fabric clinging to dry skin. Or not exactly dry anymore. One glance down confirmed the crime, half the bucket had emptied on the doorway's floor, his feet, and a black pair of boots. A warm resistance clear, sentient against his very own, colder form.
Black boots?
"Ow."
Oh. Well, fuck.
or, how kimi and seb met for kimi's name to be the only word hanging from seb's lips
800 words, cowgirl lesbians, mcd (mentioned where it is), link to ao3
Sebi's lungs burnt, the wind assailing them as the roof of her mouth dried faster than the saline plains of Death Valley. Every hit of the mare's hooves against the uneaven flooring of the field reverberated up her spine, a bundle of tension forming at the base of her nape. The mare's mane grated at her finger tips, knuckles the colour of mountain tops in the midst of December. Sebi could feel the denim of her pants grating against the blood bay of the mare's coat, silken coat dulling at every electron ripped, sturdy muscles underneath twitching at every hit of her legs.
But the pain was exhilirating.
And Sebi had never breathed in a high of this magnitude. Tendrils of death wrapped around her ankles; threatening twisted paths up her denim-clad legs, pulling her back to monotony; pulling her back to clean-cut, dictated virtues; pulling her back to the agonising hiding and restraining of repressed pulses. But Sebi had already stolen the horse. Sebi was already trying her luck at her riding the mare. Sebi would in no time find herself kneeling by the feet of Kimi Räikkönen of Sauber farms, imploring her to be her bride.
The ring rest heavy in her jacket's pocket, repeatedly banging against her chest like a commander to her heartbeat. The very heart that beat solely for the owner of the ring - for its one and onely holder. Sebi's heart had long not belonged to her. All it had taken was one glance at golden blonde hair and eyes clear as a mid-August sky gazing at her; indifferent, calculating, cold, and Sebi had given up all custody of her bodily functions. She lived for Kimi and Kimi only. And today Kimi would be brought to grasp the sword of Damocles. If Sebi was to die, it could only be in the arms of Kimi Räikkönen.
And if she were to live, it could only be by Kimi Räikkönen's side.
The lights of Sauber farms were beacons of hope in the blood red of the setting sun, dimming shadows of rocky mountains a picturesque backdrop to her destiny. Sebi's ears rung from the wind-wild hair whipping their shell. Honey pigtails let loose to the chilling wind, the speed was exhilerating, a past blur in the horizon now took on the shape of uneaven roofs and red painted barns.
Reality morphed, delirium racing through her veins, absorbing through every molecule of her being, every atom vibrating at the frequency of insanity. Sebi was righteous. Sebi had never missed a day of Church. Sebi believed in the good Lord above. Sebi had never stolen, cheated, gambled or even drunk be it a single sip of alcohol. Sebi was as virtuous as they came, it was only right the good Lord above would grant her the one thing she'd ever asked for, the very person she'd dared lust after.
The figure of whom she could now decipher through her bedroom window. Endless plains of soft, porcelain skin Sebi would shake Hell, Purgatory and Heaven for a taste of. The figure stilled, baby blue blouse half unbuttoned before electrifying eyes peaked a glance through the window, widening at the sight of Sebi grinning back, smile just an inch too wide for soundness. Kimi's mouth opened, eyes never leaving Sebi's dillated pupils.
Every second Sebi inched closer to the farmhouse. Every second the tension between their unwavering eyecontact grew. Every second Sebi came closer to imminent downfall.
One second her eyes were laser focused on Kimi's angelic form, overhead light illuminating a halo behind her head. A second later her eyes were millimeters from the floor, blurring at the sight of crimson seeping into dirt brown. Seering pain pierced through her skull, barely able to comprehend what exactly happened as her conscious slipped, the stinging smell of burning flesh and a blistering pain paralysing her spine the last thing it registered.
Sebi should have expected it. Mr Räikkönen was particularly known for being hot-headed, trigger finger always ready to sentence whatever inconvenience. It had been a dangerous endeavour, a danger Sebi should have contemplated longer than she had.
The ring stilled against her chest, loyal heartbeat following suit. The nightly breeze toyed with her hair, honey blonde matted red. The pearly gates of Heaven surely were far darker - closer to wild-fire carbonated ebony - than she'd anticipated. Alas, it was what she earnt for attempting to close the door in old death's face.
A day later it would be uncovered, a crassly moulded silver band, home to a delicate piece of turquoise. A ring just like any other amateurishly made in the region. What had caught the attention of the sheriff though, had been the words crudely carved on the inside of the band.
