carved into you- levi ackerman 🩶
“DOM DOM DOM ASF LEVI ACKERMAN WHO LITERALLY THREATENS ME TO CUT MY THROAT OFF AND CARVES HIS INITIALS INTO ME OR SMTH LIKE THAT
also make me a deranged masochist who follows him like a good girl
he can use me as a fuckdoll
i have no words. here we go!!
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“no, we’ve been broken up for the past month now.” in response to your peers who are asking about your ex boyfriend levi, you sigh a breath of “relief” knowing that you don’t have to put up with his toxic psychotic behavior again.
“girl, who broke up with who?” she responds in shock. “are you sure you and levi broke up? it doesn’t seem like it. he’s still posting pictures at your favorite cafe.”
“honestly, y/f/n, i don’t care. i’m over him.”
“apparently, he’s not over you.”
“that’s embarrassing.” you burst out into laughter, your friend playfully slapping your shoulder.
you pull out your phone, blocking him from all socials. the last thing you need is him trying to win you back when you’re the one that left him.
you leave the party after a while. you step out of the front door of the unfamiliar house, seeing a very familiar black rolls royce in front of the house. you see levi step out of the car, standing against the door.
you burst out a laugh, in disbelief that he has the nerve to follow you here.
“you’re fucking delusional, levi.” you spit. you want him to go away, but you already feel your heart bursting from excitement that he’s here, and for more than one reason alone.
to show you that he’s not going anywhere, and neither were you. for as long as you’re living, you’re his to have. and god help anyone who took you from him.
“careful how you speak to me, y/n. you don’t wanna make a choice you’ll regret, hm?” he tilts his head, exploring and questioning your choice of words.
your feet move as if they have a mind of their own, drawn in by the sound of his deep voiced command. your skin crawls with arousal, levi shooting daggers into your legs with his eyes as you walk up to the passenger side of his expensive car while you just stand there with your arms crossed over your chest.
“get in the car, y/n.” he demands.
with no response, his voice grows louder, “get in the fucking car.”
you don’t hesitate to follow his direction, immediately getting into the passenger’s seat.
as the car ride becomes longer, you wished you didn’t walk out of that party.
you both arrive to what you believe is his apartment, the building holding up to 30 floors and about 200 rooms on each floor.
“i’m not going down. what the fuck do you not understand about the part where we both said we were done? you’re fucking crazy, levi. if i wanted to be insane too, i would go to an asylum for fuck’s sake. leave me out of whatever sick act you have going on, cus im-“
you’re cut off by levi grabbing your wrist and dragging you with him up to his apartment. with one hand, he unlocks his door, tossing you into his bedroom.
“take your fucking clothes off. when you’re done, on your knees. mouth open, tongue out.”
he unbuttons the first half of his blouse, his silk chest peeking through the blouse. he takes his tie off, wrapping it around his knuckle and leaving the other half to hang. “levi, what are we-“ you’re cut off by a sharp slap to the left side of your face, earning a whimper from your soft throat.
“embarrassing? me still being in love with you is embarrassing? me putting it into your head that you were made for me and nobody else is fucking embarrassing to you, y/n? listen to me. no one will love you but me. do you understand me?” his voice raising, making it clear that you were in fact made for him.
“i don’t belong to you.” you mutter. you felt like he had a fucking magnetic field around you, you’re literally drawn to him no matter the circumstance. you’re lying to yourself. he can see right through your sick act. you’re both deranged, being attracted to his sick and psychotic possessive demeanor.
he bends down to your level, face to face with you as his hand reaches for his pocket, pulling out a black pocket knife. your heart sinks to your ass, afraid that he might actually slit your throat.
“yeah? why are you soaking my floors, then?” the knife pinches your jaw near your chin, forming a papercut-type of scar.
“why’d you get into my car when you could’ve said no? you could’ve called the cops on me, pretty girl.” he continues.
“just can’t stay away from me, can you?” he caresses your face, planting a soft kiss on your temple. your eyes roll back, sighing as his cock hardens in your gaze.
“please, levi, let me touch you.” you beg from beneath him, his eyes threatening to shut in arousal. thighs clenching, your neck veins become prominent in holding your moans in.
“look at you, you disgust me. close your eyes.” he tilts your head up and places his tie around your eyes, blindfolding you from seeing whatever he’s about to do to you.
“i’m sorry,” you gasp. using his knife, he runs it down the valley of your breasts.
“what do i have to do for you to understand that you belong to me?” he twists the knife slowly, poking your skin. you gasp as you feel your blood trickle down your stomach.
“i’ll fucking carve it all over your skin, hm? carve my initials into your pretty pearly skin. right here; L.A., what do you say?” his minty breath fanning in your face as he whispers, quietly but loud enough for you to hear.
“mmm,” you moan in pain, but wanting him to cut into you deeper, your arousal pooling beneath you and between your knees.
“should cut this little throat from the way you speak so ill of me. do you want that?” he grabs your throat, squeezing tightly.
“yeah? cut it then.” you choke out as your tears soak the tie in front of your eyes from the stinging pain. he chuckles from your masochism, making your legs wobble.
“you get me, good girl. we belong together. don’t you understand?” he whines out, almost pleading, but in the most demanding way.
he runs the end of the knife along your bare folds, rubbing circles on your clit. his cold hands contrast with the warmth of your pussy, earning whines from your throat. you hear his belt clanging as what you think he’s doing, landing a sharp whip to your thighs. your body jots as he hits you, making you cry out; your cheeks turning a flushed red.
“you get off on pain, but do you get off on embarrassing me? telling your bitch ass friends that i’m psychotic? i’ll show you psychotic, baby. stand up.” he undoes the tie from your eyes, your eyeliner smudged as he licks away your tears. you stand up as he looks away from you.
“levi,” your voice dry and your throat hitching from how much you’ve cried silently. your heart drops as he turns you around by your shoulders, as you sigh a deep breath of fear.
he brings the cold metal up to your back— the space between your shoulders, carving the letters L.A.. the cold air hits the open cut, making you wince in pain and pleasure.
“stop crying, shhh.” he runs his fingers through your hair, calming you down as he stabs into your skin, “gonna fuck you now, ‘kay?” he groans. you feel his almost solid length against your bare ass, anxious as to how he’ll fit you— given that you haven’t had sex in almost a year, and from how big he was.
he unzips his dress pants, knocking everything off of his dresser, bending you over the cold dark wood of his dresser. he brings his hand up to your hair, throwing your head back, then using his other hand to bring his belt up to your throat. he tightens the belt, using it as a leash, then pulling you up and wrapping the leftover space of the belt around his knuckle as he enters your hole.
“now, what were you,” he slams into your hips, “saying about me being embarrassing, hm?” he slams into you again, tightening the belt around your throat. you whimper in response, feeling the way his cock hits your cervix. again and again.
“you being in love with me is— hhhgh, embarrassing, levi. get over me!” you moan. he and you can feel yourself cumming already, already fucking you faster as you let yourself go.
“put that big ass mouth to use and tell me what the fuck you were made for, bitch.” he fucks you at an ungodly pace, your thighs shaking and ready to give out.
“f-for you to use! fuck, i can’t, please, it’s too much—“ your stomach and abs clench at the feeling of being used by your ex boyfriend, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“oh, but it wasn’t too much when you were begging me to cut you?” by surprise, he brings the pretty knife back up to your throat, almost slicing your skin open. you whimper in pleasure, clenching around him as the way he loses himself.
“fuck, you’re losing me, baby. keep clenching like that.” he groans, throwing his head back and pulling your bare back against his chest.
your legs shake as you push back onto him, fucking yourself on his twitching cock.
“yes! fuck, fuck fuck, feels so nice. wanna feel your pain, daddy.” you moan, laughing as you watch your reflection in the mirror— you’re just as sick as this fucker is.
“look at yourself. maybe you’re the psycho, pretty girl.”
“watch yourself cum. cum all over my cock, fuckin’ belongs to me. cover me in your cum.” he takes the belt off, licking at your cheeks and tasting your salty tears. you gasp, falling weak to his loose thrusts.
“take all my cum, fucking take what i give you like the bitch you are. there you go,”
he slows his thrusts, turning you around to fix your hair and make you “presentable” to go back home.
“look at that glow, guess i fucked you good, hm?”
“fuck you, levi.” you breathe.
