I'm Level, 20, she/her, Chinese! But can speak English & Spanish (still learning), you can call me Lev or Levie. I'd love to make friends so feel free to dm or ask me anything! Love you all!
I mainly write for CoD now, won't post anything else in a short time. I have a wide range of kinks so you can see literally anything in my writing and repost, pls read the tags carefully before reading my writing.
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Boyfriend! Gaz who knows nothing about romance. He's a maths guy you know, he's more familiar with numbers, calculations and technologies, yet he still buys you flowers and gifts for no reasons at any random days. The concept of romance doesn't exist in his logical head, he does it because you like it, and he coincidentally enjoys seeing your cute smiles and hearing your giggles.
Boyfriend! Gaz who doesn't have much experience in relationships, so you can't blame him when he doesn't seem to understand your little hint as a girlfriend. Let's take an example, when you say oh babe it's too expensive I don't want it (actually you want it you just act like you don't), he'll just nod and not buy it for you. But if you directly tell him that you want a ring, he'll propose to you in the most lavish way you could ever imagine.
Boyfriend! Gaz who takes your words as gospel. No he's not a religious person, but he's your faithful believer. You're his goddess, he worships you both physically and mentally. Don't like that girl in his base? He'll cut ties with her without second thought. Wanna eat food from a restaurant a couple of blocks away? He'll buy it for you after work even it's not on his way back to your shared place. Your words are his guiding principle, and he won't fail you, not even once.
Boyfriend! Gaz who secretly learns everything you like about sex. He knows which dildo you like best, what position you prefer most, and where your G-spot is. It works honestly, you feel easier and easier to reach your climax, and sometimes you even squirt with joyful tears. But he'll never tell you the truth, well, a diligent student never shows off.
Boyfriend! Gaz who's always so careful and thoughtful when he's having sex with you. He always spends a long time on foreplay to make sure you feel comfortable and safe around him. He loves kissing your lips passionately, nibbling your nipples and licking your pussy till it's wet enough for his girthy cock. He's also an aftercare person. If you want a drink, he'll get you a cup of water. If you want to relax, he'll give you a massage before you fall asleep in his arms. Being a good man to you comes as naturally to Gaz as breathing.
Husband! Keegan who barely knows how to use social media such as Instagram since he always says he's too busy for this shit, yet he still downloaded that app and registered an account. It's not because he wants to share his life or something, he does it for keeping an eye on your daily life when he's away from home. He likes and saves all your selfies in his photo album for some dirty late-night fun before sleeping, which he definitely won't tell you about.
Husband! Keegan who keeps low about your marriage. He's not a man who likes showing off, but he'll set your selfie as his phone wallpaper and leave it open on the counter. If his teammates or some rookies at the base ask him who the woman is, he will introduce you as his little wife to all his boys and start bubbling about you, saying how cute you are and how you greet him with hugs and kisses every time he gets home from work, just to see the jealous faces they throw at him.
Husband! Keegan who helps you do all the chores once he's on vacation. The pipe in the kitchen is leaking? Don't worry, he'll fix it within minutes. The attic hasn't been lived in for a long time so it's covered in dust? Not a big deal, he can clean it thoroughly even if you don't ask him to. Feeling hungry even it's not the proper time for meals? Just tell him what you want to eat and he'll cook it for you at any time without complaining.
Husband! Keegan who gets on his knees willingly and devotedly buries his head between your thighs every time he does something to piss you off. He'll eat your pussy and drink your juices like they're a rare gift from heaven, and he won't stop easily till you reach your peak and cum all over his face. He just can't stand having you mad at him for even one second, and making you cum is the best way to calm you down during an argument, then he can have a real conversation with you.
Husband! Keegan who always fucks you gently and slowly, just to enjoy you begging him to speed up and go rough. He likes teasing you with compliments, good girl, take me so good like you're made for me yeah? then he can feel your walls wrap around his dick even tighter than before, which will make his eyes roll back and hiss in a low voice.
Husband! Keegan who absolutely has a breeding kink. He respects your decision not to have any kids at first, but once he's fucked you without any obstacles, he starts to grow on the idea that fucks you raw. He's so obsessed with you that he'll breed you again and again till his cum is dripping down your wet pussy, and all he can imagine is your round belly with his pups.
All along, all your hatred boils down to one thing—you just hate that he doesn't love you as much.
tags: Step-siblings Incest, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, References to Depression, Religious Content, Slow Burn, Getting Back Together, AFAB reader
This winter came much more slowly than you expected. Starting from a breeze that made you shiver, then a storm with thunder that howled days and nights, the sun finally gave in and hid behind the clouds, and winter took charge of the season change overnight. Bad weather lasted for weeks, but the snow still showed no intentions of falling till the late December. And by the time the first snowflake fell on your shoulder, you were already on your way back to your hometown.
It'd been so long since you'd set foot on this land that you couldn't even remember when you'd last smelled the grass in the air. The surroundings haven't changed much, yet compared with your memories, it was now covered with a grey filter.
You spent some time carrying your luggage and walking home after getting off the bus, the cold air keeping you company on the road and not leaving you alone until you stood at the doorstep of your parent's house.
Knock, knock.
There was no doubt what would happen next—a warm welcoming from your stepmom, a big hug from your father, and hot chocolate from your siblings. After throwing yourself on the familiar couch, you started to have a real feeling of home, which made you feel safe again.
Lots of questions flooded in from your families before you could have a good rest, they kept asking about your life beyond this little town, you patiently answered them one by one, but frankly, to most of these questions, you didn't have an accurate answer.
For you, life away from home was a blurry scene of distant dream, you couldn't tell if it was a good one or a nightmare, you just took what life brought you, then time passed, seasons changed, summer after summer, winter after winter, gone through happiness and sadness, beauty and ugliness, you moved on with nothing.
A sense of powerlessness enveloped you while you were trapped on the small couch by your families and their questions, you knew they didn't mean to make you feel like this, vulnerable and squeezed, but you were always so emotional after he left, seeing the therapist didn't help you much. Before the thin thread in your head snapped, you stood up, grabbed your coffee mug and excused yourself, saying that you needed to go to the kitchen and poured yourself another cup of hot chocolate.
Leaving your families behind, you now stood in the kitchen alone. The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, you could hear the wind crushing the window frames, making them squeak loudly, coming through the cracks in the windows.
The coldness contrasted with the hot chocolate held in your hand, the laughter of your families was fading away gradually in the background of your complicated thoughts. Instead of going back to the living room, you still stood there, ignoring the snowstorm both inside and outside your heart.
Here came the sound of the front door unlocking, you didn't pay much attention to it at first, until you heard a deep and familiar voice.
Heart racing, stomach twisting and palms sweating, your body reacted almost instinctively, then your mind began to realize that...the voice was his, he'd come back.
Of course he'd come back. It was Christmas after all, families gathered, no matter how fractured. You had come back days ago for the family reunion, so why couldn't he? Yet, you just didn't expect to see him again, at least not on such a special day for you...and him.
Your mind drifted in a daze. The mug in your hand slipped from your grasp and fell to the floor in two irregular pieces, which spoke loudly that he could still affect you in different ways even though you had been apart for years.
"What happened? Is everything okay?" The crisp sound of the mug crushing caught your eldest sister's attention, she ran from the living room to the kitchen to ask you what was wrong. You apologized for your careless mistake, then squatted down and tried to pick up the broken mug piece by piece. Your eldest sister didn't let you though, she dragged you into the living room, insisting that she'd take care of everything for you and all you needed to do was to rest after such a long day.
That was when you met him face to face again, on Christmas day, in the living room, when you were a total mess, when you had nothing to say, to express, to even spare him a glace. There was a silent tsunami in your heart, and you didn't know how to stop it spreading over your body and mind.
You hadn't seen him for a while, five years, maybe six if more precisely. He was standing in the hallway, eyes focused on your direction out of concerns. You bet he could touch the ceiling when he stretched his arms over his head, but you had no idea when he got so big and strong.
Six years was enough to make you miss lots of things, and it was also enough to make lots of things change. Your father and stepmother got divorced, you graduated from university. Nothing remained, the only constant was the way he stared at you, full of love and concern, yet so distant that you wouldn't dare to reach out.
You didn't say a word or meet his gaze as you walked past him, but you noticed that there were dark circles under his eyes. He looked tired, exhausted, though he was trying to hide them from your families. Perhaps he'd just returned from a long-time mission, you didn't ask, or even speak to him. The silence stretched between you and him, thick and unyielding, just like the day when he left you without saying goodbye.
Thinking of that made your heart clench, especially when you two once had a really good relationship. You and him, you and Keegan, were always the siblings who had the best relationship when you were both kids in this big family, even if you were not tied by blood, even if you were not born as brother and sister, he still cared about you, most important was… he still loved you, wasn't it?
But how it ended like this? What made you stop sharing these intense moments in your lives? Why did years of intimacy between you become silence and something under the water you couldn't see, touch or even feel?
The answer was hovering over your stomach, you just didn't have the courage to spill it out, the former safety now was taken away by the doubts and anxieties, everything felt so wrong. Did he remember? The childhood you experienced together, the wounds you healed together, the quiet moments you shared together. Did he remember? 'Cause you remembered, you remembered everything, and you were afraid that you were the only one who did.
Sitting on the soft couch and holding another mug filled with hot chocolate, you peeked at him secretly. The distance between you no longer existed, but it was still hard to come closer to him, a thick wall stood there, your hearts weren't joined at the hip anymore.
You could feel something warm circling around under your eyes, that was your tear. You used to be a crybaby, especially next to him, and once you started to cry, he took care of everything you needed. You were always a child under his wings, until he left. Six years, no calls, no texts, no letters, nothing at all, which constantly reminded you that you were not a kid anymore. Then after that, you had your heart in your pants, but you stopped crying, because your tears had dried up long ago when he walked away.
Return to present, you still felt like you've been shot through the heart, tears rolling, you held it back, like you've done tens of thousands of times before.
You didn't cry this time.
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Dinner time was approaching in your noisy thoughts. With the last plate of dishes served on the table by your dad, the biggest moment for your family at the end of a year eventually arrived.
Your stepmom was the happiest person of you all, after Keegan enlisted and you left home for college, it had been years since your family gathered for Christmas the last time.
Family affection was really such a magical product, right? Although your stepmom and dad had been divorced for about a year, they still loved each other as families and were willing to reunite for you and your siblings.
Six people on one table, the warm factor in the air smoothed your mood a little bit. You sat in the position you used to sit years ago, and Keegan didn't think much before he chose to sit in the position next to you naturally.
Oops...you didn't foresee this coming.
Breathing deeply, you faked a soft smile to keep everything normal, as if you didn't scream in your head and asked yourself "Did he do this on purpose?" again and again.
"It was nothing," you kept persuading yourself, "you two sat together all the time when you were only eight, or twelve, and sixteen, don't let this distract you, don't ruin this moment". But despite all the bullshit in your head, you couldn't ignore the faint smell of his cologne and the heat that continued radiating from his body.
You squirmed in your seat uncomfortably, trying to adjust to reality. The rest of your family didn't notice the struggling in your mind, they sat down after you one by one, and before the dinner truly began, there was another thing you had to do—
"Now everybody, hold the hand of the person next to you and shut your eyes." Your stepmom said gently.
This was a small but important thread that forgotten to be mentioned—your stepmom had always been a devoted Christian, and even though no one else in your family truly followed her faith, you still said grace with her out of respect before every meal.
Childhood memory hit you hard one more time, and this was the one you couldn't forget in any possible ways. Saying grace played a crucial role in your family tradition, but neither you nor Keegan took it seriously while you were growing up. Kids at those ages were ignorant, and half-knowledge of religion made you both go bold. So instead of shutting your eyes, every time your family said grace along, you and Keegan would always open your eyes sneakily, and look into each other's eyes with stupid smiles.
The childish scene lasted for years. Every day, every meal, hands holding, smiling and staring, you came to know all of his little habits. If he was in a good mood, his hand would tangle with yours tightly. However, if he was upset or sulking, though he would still hold your hands barely, you could tell that his heart wasn't in it.
This became a silent ritual over time, then it was carved into your bones, buried in your veins, it was something you did even when you had a fight and words failed. Holding hands and stealing glances were like a quiet confession, or a vow spoken loudly to the God that you were in love inevitably.
Yes, you were definitely in love. At least you thought you were in love, until you didn't.
The hurtful story that changed your life line took place six years ago, on a Christmas day, which was also snowy and windy, just like today. You woke up very early that morning, for some reasons, you couldn't fall asleep, so you went downstairs to grab yourself a cup of water.
Just as you were about to go upstairs, you found that the light on your father's study was still on, a faint light came through the crack in the door, illuminating the hallway. Out of pure curiosity, you got on your tip toes and walked closer and closer, until your ears were pressing against the wooden door.
"Are you sure about that? " You heard your father's voice, stunned and shaky.
"Yes, I…I've made up my mind." The following voice belonged to Keegan, he sounded determined and steady.
The voices of your dad and Keegan continued to reach your ears intermittently after that, but the wooden door was too thick, making their voices somewhat distorted, so you never heard another complete sentence. You couldn't help but wondering what were they talking about, although you were not sure about the topic, you know it was a thing that would make a big difference in everyone's lives in your family.
While you were still lost in your own thoughts, the wooden door clicked open, you bumped into Keegan's chest utterly unprepared. Looking down, Keegan was surprised to see you here, he opened his mouth, tried to say something, but ultimately walked away without saying anything, leaving you standing there alone, not knowing what to do.
That's when you noticed Keegan's unusual behaviors, he was avoiding you, why? You blinked once, twice, and then you decided to brush it off, because you knew the rules. Something was bothering Keegan, he always ignored people around him when he was in a bad mood, so it was better not to disrupt him.
The rest of the day, your whole family spent getting ready for Christmas, and soon it was time for dinner. You were seated as usual, with Keegan by your side. brows furrowing, he still looked preoccupied, so you offered your hand, waiting for him to catch it.
Saying grace didn't come as you expected, neither did Keegan's hand. Before your stepmom opened her mouth, your father cleared his throat and announced a thing, a big thing—Keegan was going to join the army.
You almost forgot what exactly did your father say and how did you feel when you heard those words come from your father's mouth. You wanted to question, but looking around, all of them were clapping, they were all happy for Keegan, including your youngest brother who wasn't even understand the concept of army.
Hearing everyone's sincere congratulations for him, you were presented with a bloody truth, which you couldn't accept easily—everyone knew in advanced that Keegan was about to join the army, except you.
Your hand hovered in the air and your smile stiffed on your face, nothing was more heartbroken than reality, but you still had to pretend that everything was okay and applauded firmly with others. Minutes later, the applause stopped, and the daily prayer began.
When Keegan's hand found yours under the table, you shook it off like gambler. You thought this rude movement would scare him off, but it didn't. Deep down, Keegan was way more stubborn than you, so he clenched his hand into a fist and wrapped yours in it to prevent you from running away.
You closed your eyes tightly, unwilling to open it and look at Keegan as you always did. You could feel his eyes on you, you knew he wanted to apologize, but it was too late.
You couldn't believe it.
How could he do this to you? How could he tell everyone the truth but choose to hide it from you? How could he just leave you here with a shattered soul?
It was a betrayal, and you'd never forgive him.
In the corner where no one paid attention to while saying grace, a tear drop oozed from your eye. It flowed down your cheeks to your chin, and then disappeared in your collar, without causing a trace of waves.
Pulling yourself out of the memories, you were back at the dinner table. Keegan was still sitting next to you, he put his hand on the table, palm upwards, inviting you to take it. Rather than holding his hand properly, you just rested your hand on his, which showed fastidiously that it was not the end of that old fight, you hadn't given in.
Keegan sighed deeply, then he flipped his hand over and grabbed your hand firmly, you could feel the thick cocoon on his hand, which underlined his tough military life in the army.
Shutting your eyes once more, you mind was blank. After all these years, you still didn't believe in any gods, because if God really existed, how could he so cruelly separate you for so long?
Women in France are fighting to where the hijab while women in Iran are fighting to not wear the hijab
This is not a fight about Islam this is not a fight about religion this is a fight about women not having the right to do whatever they want with their bodies and being killed and persecuted for it
