lots of people say that tsukishima would have a degradation kink. i dont completely disagree with that but praising tsukishima makes me giggle. i need moreš
he's sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone until he notices you saunter towards him out of the corner of his eye.
turning off the screen, he places his phone on the bed and diverts his attention fully onto you. unsurprisingly, your hair is wet and you're wearing a peach toned robe ā the plush belt was tied tightly to emphasise your figure, and it was short enough that it rode up your thigh daringly with each step.
the sight took his breath away (and already had his cock subtly stiffening in his trousers) but it wasn't unexpected. the whole reason he was sat on the bed doing nothing was because he was waiting for you to come out of the shower so he could use it.
he sighs, and is about to get up until you take a seat on his lap and prevent him from doing so. of course, he doesn't complain, he just spreads his legs slightly to help you get more comfortable, and rests his hand on the small of your back to keep you stable.
from the weary glint in your eye, and the slight trembling of your bottom lip, he can tell something is bothering you. and before you can even begin to muster up the courage to say something, tsukishima decides to speed up the process by asking bluntly, "what?"
raising your eyebrows, you stammer, "huh?"
"what's the matter with you? why do you look like that?"
harsh. if it wasn't for his hand lovingly stroking the base of your spine, you'd take more offense to that question. but instead, you just mumble, "nothing. it's silly."
"spit it out."
you huff. struggling to maintain eye-contact, you explain feebly, "why didn't you ask to join me in the shower? you always do but today you didn't. why not? are you upset with me or something?"
he rolls his eyes. a quick smirk flashes over his lips which you don't quite catch, before he says, "i'm not mad. you just went in before i could ask, that's all."
from the glossy look in your eyes and the prolonged silence between you two, he can tell that his answer was not satisfactory for you, so he elaborates, "c'mon, it's not a big deal. we can shower together tomorrow, if you want."
"if i want?" you gasp, affronted.
"yeah, if you waā" he interrupts himself and shakes his head as though he's recalibrating, "god, you're being ridiculous about this."
you cross your arms and furrow your eyebrows. just as you are about to stand up from his lap, a revelation comes crashing down upon tsukishima and he hastily grabs your waist and yanks you back down on him, even closer this time.
he's such an idiot; how did he not see it the moment you stepped out of the bathroom? the pouting, the whining, the lap-sitting, the robe, the dripping wet hair with no towel. even the salacious glint in your eye alone should've been an immediate giveaway. you were so needy.
and instead of being reciprocal, he was being an asshole.
well, not anymore. it's like a switch has flipped in his mind, as he maneuvers your legs around his hips so your still sat on his lap but you're as close to each other as physically possible.
tsukishima's thigh vibrates underneath you somewhat as he chuckles heartily, causing you to press your legs together. his laughter echoes through the tranquil room for a moment before he settles, "you're such a baby. you know that, right?"
"huh?!" you gasp again, partially due to his sudden change in attitude, and partially due to his stiff clothed erection pressing against your sopping core.
a mocking smile plays on his lips. he uses one hand to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, and the other shifts to cradle between your shoulderblades. "i forget to ask you if we can shower together, and you start getting all worked up about it. becoming all teary because you think i'm mad at you. that's so cute." this tone is puzzling; he's mocking you so sarcastically that it almost feels affectionate.
"i'm not teary and iā" you whimper, but he cuts you off.
"so sensitive. i need to be more careful with you, don't i?" he cocks his head to the side, sliding both hand up your thigh and not stopping until he reaches just under your breasts, even when the material of your robe catches under his palm and drags up too. revealing your bare thighs and pussy, still soft from your shower.
he admires your body for a second, before he works on unzipping in trousers so he can free his hardened dick. once it's out, he wastes no time in guiding your down by your hips until your folds are hovering right above his leaking tip.
"is this what you want, baby?" that nickname was like a bullet on his sharp tongue. but from the way your insides are twisting, begging to be filled, you can't bring yourself to sass him back. instead, you nod weakly and mutter, "yes."
and that's all he needed to hear. his big hands on your hips push you downwards, while the other guides his cock towards your pleading hole. with a burning stretch and a few muffled cries, your cunt swallows him up, until you're sat pretty on his lap again, ass on his thighs.
"feeling better?" tsukishima snickers, in reference to the way your body has gone limp against his, and your face in buried into the crook of his neck. along with all the breathy babbling you're doing, in attempt to cope with the addicting sensation of his dick clogging your insides.
"uhuh.." you say in a high-pitched whine. with your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you utilise what little strength you have in your thighs to start moving up and down on his length. it was slow and laborious for you, and you'd barely make up a few inches before you would begin to sink back down. however, you still enjoyed it, the feeling of his thick girth dragging in and out of your pussy.
and tsukishima could tell from your desperate moans that you liked it. yet, he still had to put an end to it by holding your hips in place against his lap, preventing you from moving. before you could cry out in protest, he strokes your hair reassuringly and mumbles in your ear, "how about you just stay put, okay?"
"why.." you groan.
he places a fleeting kiss on slant of your jaw, "let's stay like this until you calm down a bit, then we can head into the shower together and i'll take care of your neediness problem." you can feel him smirk smugly against your cheek, and you cannot stand it.
"don't be so patronising." you state as firmly as you can, but your voice comes out barely over a whisper. his long cock congesting your insides had seriously knocked the wind out of you.
"wow, 'patronising'. big word for you." he runs his fingers down your spine, then grabs a fistful of your ass when he gets to the base, "such a clever girl. even when you're stuffed full of cock."
"stooop." you grumble half-heartedly. but you know for certain that seeing this side of your boyfriend is always a highlight to your day. truthfully, you never want him to stop being so scornfully sweet to you.
he's such an asshole at work. he micro-manages everything you do and scrutinises your work to an unfairly harsh degree. he doesn't pay attention when you speak, or he just rolls his eyes and dismisses what you say. he talks shit about you behind your back but never leaves a trail so you can't report him to HR.
you didn't want to attend this stupid work night-out, if he was going to be there.
hence, it's honestly quite jarring how the night spins from laughing and having one-too-many glasses of wine with your colleuge at the bar, to you sprawled across his bed while he hits it from behind.
all your clothes have been discarded, and you're so drunk you can't remember whether you took your shoes off at his door or if you lost them during your uber ride home (during which you could hardly keep your hands off each other; the poor driver was probably mortified.)
regardless, none of that mattered now that you were collapsed on his sheets, letting his fat cock ram into your hole over and over, abusing that senisitive spot inside you. he stood at the edge of the bed, holding your hips firmly in place while he drilled into you, but he was so hammered that he was on the verge of losing balance with each rough thrust of his hips. the only way he could steady himself was by leaning forward, so his chest was against your back and his body is pressed closely against yours.
you can feel his laboured breathing against the shell of your ears as he groans, "you'reā" his voice hitches, "so, so pretty. my sweet angel." he lazily scatters kisses against your back, pecking at your neck and working his way around your shoulders while his cock continues to plow into your pussy at a delirious rate. the cold lenses of his glasses against your skin almost causes you to shudder.
"kei.." you moan, toes curling at the way he keeps stretching out your creamy cunt. you couldn't get enough of him, hence you arched back into his touch, craving more friction to send you over the edge.
"hm? baby.." he rumbles against your skin, lips dragging lazily against the tender flesh of your neck, "what is it? talk to me."
so sensitive, and barely able to contain yourself, you choke, " 'm close.." the only words your intoxicated mind is able to grasp. and you can feel as the corners of tsukishima's lips tug into a smirk at your pathetic little whimper.
"close? my cute little assistant is ready to cum? that right?" he taunts, running a hand down your bare body and gripping at the meat of your thigh, causing to mewl into his sheets. "want me to fill up that tight hole, huh?" the speed of his thrusts begin to decrease and his hips rock carefully into you, each movement deliberate and teasing, "my perfect angel. that's what you want, right? to be mine. such a good girl."
you nod frantically into the duvet, and try to grind back against his cock but his lethal one-handed grip on your waist prevents you from doing so. but your desperation for stimulation is somewhat satisfied when his other hand trails down to toy with your needy clit, "don't know why i call you names. you're not a stupid whore, are you, baby?" he presses a messy kiss against the angle of your jaw, "no, whores aren't this fucking tight. no, you're an angel. the prettiest angel i've ever seen." his hot breath tickles your skin as he chuckles.
he jovially slaps your clit, the jolt of short-lived escasty causing you to cry out, "please, kei! i need you, please fuck me!" your voice is shaky and there's genuine desperation in your tone, which tsukishima is able to pick up on, even in his inebriated state.
"want more, princess?" he says in a low voice.
"yes.."
he gives you another drunken kiss, against your cheek this time, just at the corner of your lips, "how could i say no to you, beautiful. you're too hot to ignore." his final chuckles echoes through your head as that's the last sounds you're able to process before your brain is fucked straight out of your skull.
he splits you in half and your whole body trembles with each fierce thrust of his dick into your slobbering pussy. his tip doesn't relent at that rough spot on your walls that he knows drives you crazy , and although his aim is inhibited by the several drinks he's had, the pure urgency of his pace alone is enough to cause you cum before you even know what's going on.
"ah, perfect little slut. just like that. cumming all pretty for your boss. so behaved." he groans, caressing your waist lovingly. spasming around his cock, your fluttering walls are not able to prevent tsukishima from continually rutting into you. he's chasing his own high now, aching for a release just as badly as you were, and stopping at nothing until he's climaxed, even as if that means using you as his personal fleshlight for hours while you lay there ā overstimulated and fucked-out ā under him. well, maybe you weren't there for hours, that could be an exgaration but truthfully, you're unsure. after your orgasm, you were so hazed and blank that your body's internal clock had broken. perhaps you were there for hours, maybe you were only there for a couple seconds.
regardless, the end result was the same. his sticky seed spilling through your insides, coating your slick walls. feeling his cock throb within you ignited something in the pit of your stomach, but he yanked himself out of your pussy before the sensation had an opportunity to foster. not by choice though, he'd keep his cock buried in your tight cunt all night if he could. but the sheer volume of his load that he had deposited inside you, left you so conjested with no room for his dick. instead, he had to heave himself upright so he could watch your puckered little pussy drip with his cum.
"nice n' full." he muses, using his finger to guide whatever cum was staining your folds back into your hole, with a lewd squelch. "my sweet angel."
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although that encounter was surreal and left you with an strong (yet entirely inappropriate) yearning for your asshole co-worker, the awkward part was that come the next morning, he didn't seem to remember a single thing.
after the main event, you both collapsed and fell asleep. however, you woke up in the middle of the night to collect your stuff and stagger home, and despite how it's all a little fuzzy, you still retain the majority of your memories from that night.
tsukishima on the other hand, doesn't seem to remember a thing. he didn't acknowledge it once when he saw you in person at work the next day, not even a nudge or a knowing glance. nothing. albeit, he did act a bit more demure in the few days following the incident, but that was likely due to the embarrassment of drinking, and he was back to acting as cruel and irritating-self in no time. with no awareness to the fact he stuffed your cunt full with his seed at the work night-out.
how girm. but perhaps this was for the best, at least his amnesia erases the chance of a HR nightmare. still, you can't help but feel a bit jaded that your entire relationship with him was exactly where it started, because he couldn't remember a thing.
or, at least, that's what you thought. until he notices you working overtime one evening, and drops a box of cream-filled doughnuts at your desk. there's no one around, so he's already snacking on one, and he opens the box to reveal the rest to you. "here." he states bluntly.
you perk up from your desk, and glance between him and box, eyes wide with hope (and suspicion), "for me? why?"
tsukishima shrugs, sauntering away from your desk. but not without first motioning to the part of the doughtnut where the cream poked out, and commenting,
"that's right." he hums, while drilling into your aching pussy from behind, with his hand settled upon the apex of your back to keep you in place, "such a good fucking girl f' me." he slurs, adjusting his glasses which were rattling on his face with every harsh thrust, before returning his fingers to their rightful position ā circling your clit at an agonising pace.
"kā kei!" you squeal. the side of your face was smushed against the pillow, and tears were clouding your vision from the way he was brutally pounding into you. still, out of the corner of your eye, you're able to catch a glimpse of the shit-eating grin plastered on his face. you were unsure what amused him so greatly: maybe it was the fact his praise was thinly-veiled mockery, or maybe he just relished in knowing how well he was fucking your brains out ā as you weren't especially good at hiding it.
you were laid out before him, feebly clutching at the sheets for an inkling of solace as his cock slammed into you at a dizzying rate. strings of profanities and pornographic moans fell from your lips, while your walls were already fluttering around his cock like you were gunna climax. not to mention your trembling legs.
"aw, is my princess close already? i barely started. you must love this too much." he huffed out a chuckle, hips unrelenting even as he spoke scornfully. "it's okay. some girls can't handle big dick." he caresses your back, his tender touch in stark contrast to his contemptuous tone. " its nothing to be embarrassed about. you're good for other things, sweetie." his voice dripped with honey and caramel; it was almost convincing.
"nghā no." you lied through your gritted teeth, denying that you're ready to orgasm.
for that you received a fierce smack on the ass, followed by tsukishima squeezing the flesh in his hand, "then why's your pussy gripping me like a fucking vice?" he rasps through a clenched jaw, irritation clear in his tone as he struggles to maintain speed when your walls are clamping down on him.
"that's jusā ah!" you whimper as he lands another harsh smack on your ass, but this one is enough to send you hurtling over the edge. your toes curled and your entire body shuddered as you submit to the intense climax that overcomes you.
"aw, look at that. so pretty, even when you finish." tsukishima teases, massaging your waist and continuing to fuck you through your high, despite how your twitching cunt made it impossible for him to suppress his own orgasm. "must be enjoying yourself, huh?" he comments, directed at how your hips rock back aimlessly against his cock.
"mmph.." is all you're able to groan, fully relaxing onto the bed, entirely worn out from your ride.
"awh, sweetie, you're saying that you're going to lay there and let me use you until i cum?" he jokingly interprets your muffled grumble as something you certainly did not say, but it doesn't feel like a joke when his hips start speeding up and resuming his ferocious thrusting.
"and you're saying you want me to cum inside that pretty hole and fill you up?" he taunts, still stroking your waist in his big hands as he plows into your glistening cunt, "well, aren't you just my perfect angel."
tsukishima kei knows he's big and is soooo cocky and sarcastic about it
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tw + tags ;; nsfw minors dni. vaginal, breeding kink, size kink, past relationships mentioned, degradation, overstimulation & dacryphilia mentioned.
his cock pierces into your sopping hole at a delirious rate. your faces is nestled between his pillows, while your ass is up and he rams into you repeatedly. your worn body shakes which each powerful thrust, and your ass bounces around his base.
the sheets are balled up in your fists, as you cry into the pillow due to deliciously painful stretch your pussy has to constantly endure. it stung so bad yet simultaneously, you never want it to stop. your boyfriend is so long, you don't know how to cope with it ā all you can do is lay there and pray.
"why are you acting like some virgin schoolgirl?" you can virtually hear the eyeroll as he speaks. although, his steady pace doesn't falter, and he moves a hand to cradle your calf that was tensing and jerking around in the air. he strokes your leg, all the way to your ankle where he sees your toes are curled firmly. "what? never taken big dick before?"
he laughs, but it's not clear what he finds amusing: the notion of you being inexperienced sexually, or the fact you are too cock-drunk to reply to his sarcastic remarks properly. usually you're quite quick-witted, but now you've devolved into a overstimulated mess who is barely able to stagger out the breathiest of moans.
however, it's made evident that he is entertained by his previous suggestion, when he elaborates scornfully, "god, your ex must've been such a fuckin' loser." he snickers again, pushing his glasses up his nose.
not that you're able to see, you're too busy being plowed into the mattress by his merciless length. his faint veins were rubbing against the most sensitive parts inside you, and it's like he's trying to break something within you each time his tip thumps against your cervix. "kei! i caā nngh, i can't! stop, 'm too close.."
" 'you can't stop' stop what? you're not doing anything, sweetie." his voice drips with honeyed mockery. it irritates you when he tries to be clever and purposefully misinterprets what you say. but his length is clogging up your walls so well that you can't bring yourself to care. "just keep doing what you do best. hahā" he heaves, hastily clearing his throat, "being pretty n' tight. too fuckin' tight." that's generally considered a compliment but the way he says it makes it sound like a slur.
"shit, you're not made for this.." he curses at you, hips slamming into yours at full-force, watching intently as your doting cunt is swallows him up. "stick to clit stuff cos this is justā ahā" he choked on his own words, only able to be sarcastic for so long before his climax gets the better of him.
his lips seel together and his eyes screw shut as he breathes his way through his high, still weakily thrusting into your poor cunt but with significtantly less vigour. each movement was more sloppy and desperate as he fills up your snug hole.
the entire time his hand is on your leg, caressing your calf, and the other is idly toying with your clit. "shit." is all the can think to utter. this is not what he intended. you were supposed to be the one who was so split in half on his dick that you finish in like three minutes. but instead, he was the first to climax. disastrous execution of his fantasy.
"aren't you going to pull out?" you groan, weary hole pleading for solace.
"no. we're going to do this again and again until you're used to me, so you stop crying every time you take it." he tuts, harsh word contrasting with the affectionate way he massages your folds, "get comfortable. it'll take a while."
"hm, you don't like it when i cry? i thought you were into."
"why would i enjoy seeing you cry? you know i love you, dumbass." he squeezes your ass harshly, smirking when you jolt in reaction. "which is exactly why you need to stop crying like a little bitch."
tsukishima's apartment had thin-as-paper walls. everyone in the building knew itāespecially the neighbors next door. they already hated seeing you show up, because it meant they wouldnāt be getting a decent nightās sleep. kei knew it too, and the smug bastard took full advantage of it.
right now, his cock is buried balls-deep in your pussy from behind, his long frame towering over you. his glasses are slightly askew, blond hair damp with sweat, but his composure stays intactāexcept for the cruel smirk tugging at his lips.
his palm is plastered over your mouth, because you just couldnāt fucking shut up. āāmmphh! mmmhh, keiāahhhh!ā your cries are muffled against his hand, high-pitched and desperate, spit leaking between your lips.
he huffs a laugh, breath hot against your ear as he pounds into you hard enough the bed slams into the wall. āfuck, youāre soaking all over my cock.ā he pulls his hand away just to hear your voice crack into the room. ākeeiii...! ahhhhāf-fuck, so deep, nggghhhhhāā
āshut up,ā he snaps, slamming his cock into you so brutally your whole body jolts. your tits bounce against the sheets, your ass clapping against his hips as he grips it hard enough to bruise. ākeep moaning like that and theyāll call the landlord again. you want that, donāt you? want everyone to know how fucking sloppy you get on my cock?ā
āyesāahhh, y-yeess! kei, donāt stopāā you sob, nails clawing the sheets. he lets out a sharp laugh, fucking you harder, faster, your cunt squelching with every ruthless thrust. āso fucking loud. listen to yourself. begging for me to fuck you while your pussyās leaking down your thighs.ā
your body trembles violently when he shifts his angle, cock slamming against your cervix over and over until youāre screaming into the pillow. tears streak your cheeks, drool soaking the fabric as your throat gives out broken cries of his name. āshit, youāre tight,ā he mutters, voice low and mocking as sweat slides down his temple. his hips never falter, long and brutal strokes pounding you open. āyouāre clenching so fucking hardāwhat, you gonna cum again already?ā
āy-yes! kei, iāi canāt, ohmygoood, keiāahhh!ā he grips the back of your neck and forces your face into the mattress, using you like a toy, his cock dragging against every soaked, fluttering inch of you. āpathetic. i should record thisālet you hear how dumb you sound when youāre cumming all over me.ā
your walls clamp down violently, soaking him, cream gushing around his cock as you scream into the sheets. kei doesnāt even slow downāhe fucks you straight through it, hips slamming against your ass with loud, wet slaps. āalready creaming all over me and iām not done yet.ā his voice is calm, cruel, even as his pace grows rougher, desperate.
youāre a sobbing mess, body limp as he uses your hips like handles. āk-kei, pleaseāahhh, too much, too muchāā āshut up.ā his tone sharpens, cold, as he slams deep and holds there, cock twitching before he starts rutting into you like he owns you. his teeth grit as he groans low in his chest, finally letting his composure slip. ātake it. take my cum, since thatās all your pussyās good for.ā the hot rush of his release floods your cunt, spilling thick and deep. his cock jerks inside you as he empties himself, cum seeping out and dripping messily down your thighs when he pulls back just enough to watch it leak.
kei pushes two fingers back into your pussy, shoving the cum back inside with a cruel smirk. ānot wasting a drop, keep it all in, yeah?ā you whimper, collapsing into the sheets, cunt clenching weakly around his fingers as more of his seed drips out.
sure enough, he received another complaint by the morning.
omg ive been absolutely so dead and i blame school and work for killing all my time but hopefully now i can sort of start getting into the groove of writing some stuff here again bc i really miss tumblr :(
i have some like rAndom horny thoughts in my drafts AHAHA so like maybe one of these days iāll just post them oOp
anyways i hope youāre all having a good one mUah luv you guys <3
@eustasswaifu thank you for tagging me!!! Omg Iām so far from Ushihubbyyy but thatās okay I got Bokutoooo šš Iām shook with how tsuki is 2nd I legit am not book smart wtfff
Me and Bokuto share the emo mode I canāt š„ŗ
Terushima what š¤” Iām not that confident reeee
tagging if yāall wanna try š : @kaashikoi @selfishwitch @iwaasfairy
dabi loves to see you ride him all the time. he loves to see how you bounce on his cock to fulfill your needs. loves how your tits will conveniently end up right in front of his face just for him to give them a good suck. he canāt get enough of your hands gripping his biceps when youre so close. when you lead his hands right to your clit to give you that last extra push. dabi likes to make you think you have the control when he truly has you wrapped around his finger. the way he lets āhelps youā go faster or slower, how he kiss your neck and pull your hair to have you melting at his touch. when youāre on top of him itās he who has all the power as you follow his every command. he doesnāt tell you what to do but heās practically trained your body into just letting him lead the way. your legs could be trembling and begging you to stop and all he would have to do it grip those hips and whisper how good his little slut is being for him to keep you going <333
so i came out to my mom a while back and she ended up calling me today saying that she knows i like girls but at the end of the day i have to answer to a god and made me feel like i wasnāt worthy ??? in a sense of being loved by god or whoever even though my version of god is that he loves all so i never truly questioned it ya know but today was the first day since i had come out that i felt unworthy sO anyways this is basically a long version of me saying enjoy these self inculdged comfort hcās i wrote LMAO so i hope you enjoy :)
tendou comforting you after you come out to your parents ( + the shiratorizawa boys )
when you came out to tendou, he was so happy for you
he wanted nothing more than for you to be yourself and be happy
so when you come to him telling him what happened with your parents and how they didnāt seem at all pleased
he was devasted
satori knows what itās like to be ostracized
he knows how it can truky fuck with your brain
how itāll make you feel like you donāt know your worth
so he does the only thing he can do
he decides to set up a whole day just for you
a day with the shiratorizawa boys who youāve also become very close with
they take you out to your favorite restaurant to have some lunch
ushi even makes you some sweet treats for the road
you go back to his place with them and watch movies and just genuinely have a good time
he wanted to make sure they could take your mind off of what had happened
and after you had relaxed they start to tell you how much they love you
semi starts by telling you that youāre beautiful
ushijima tells you that youāre kind
shirabu goes on with saying that youāre hilarious
goshiki says that youāre an amazing person
and tendou reminds you that you are worthy of being loved
that you should never feel the need to hide yourself because of others opinions
satori wants you to know that if your family wonāt accept you that he and the rest of the boys will be there
through thick and think because who you are matters more than who you love
before i continue writing LEMME TALK ABOUT IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER BECAUSE THIS BEAST DOES āØTHINGSāØ TO ME
just imagine ur @ the gym minding ur business when u see this absolutely gorgeous athletic trainer checking up on his clients and then he approaches you when ur doing squats or something like that (in my case it would def be squats bc me want ass bc me got no ass) AND THEN heās like watching u (respectfully) with now listen to me his arms crossed on his chest and you see how his shirt almost cuts into his fucking biceps and u see his fingertips like peaking under his arms and youāre there like šš»āāļøhelp me sir i just came here to get my shit togetheršš»āāļø
BUT THEN he asks you if he could help u and ofc you say yes and then he adjusts your back and he touches you like right over your ass as if he wants to tease you who knows?
and u continue your squats and stuff and then u look into the mirror in front of you and then you see how he crosses his arms again before he smirks and heads over to the next client
i absolutely cannot stop tHINKING about mr iwazumi hajime (27) athletic trainer like FUCK heās so fine and built and like reading this did not help sO ANYWAYS i will continue to think about him for the rest of the day
So Iām aware I havenāt really posted anything in a while but I hope this reaches someone. My brotherās name is Efren. Growing up he used to tease and make fun of me, but among all the teasing he also helped raise me along with our mom. When he was little he wanted to be an architect. But his is the story that a lot of Mexican American working class families face: either take the opportunities available to you to attain your dreams, or curtail those in order to take care of your family. He chose his family.
After graduating high school he turned down full ride scholarships in order to stay and work to help pay the bills. It was just him, my mom, and me. After a couple of years we got stable enough economically that he was able to go to college, but after graduation we fell on hard times again and instead of finding work in his field or applying to architecture school like he always dreamed, he decided to stick around and help us again. Itās because of his choice to help our family that I was able to go to college too, something that for a time I didnāt think was possible. Itās because of him that I was able to apply to and get accepted into a PhD program in the hopes of becoming a professor. Itās because of him that my mom has a house to call her own. My mom and I owe him everything.
Yesterday, he was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia (ALL). Heās uninsured. Iām a student, our mom works in childcare. Thereās a high success rate for remission if he gets treatment, but we canāt afford it. Heās all me and my mom have, and we canāt lose him. He chose family growing up, and itās my turn to choose him. Please, any donation helps. I just want him to come home.
I know times are tough with covid and everything so if anyone could please just spare a dollar or a reblog thatd be great. I canāt lose him.
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