Void 🍙🦊

#Miyacest
Okay hear me out? Sub Top Osamu that practically worships the ground Atsumu walks on.

#osaatsu

Me: Damn I should draw something.

Also me: Miya twins? Miya twins.

Tickling is NOT ALLOWED. 🫵🏻
(It is)

This art/writing block is killing me, but I refuse to let it win ahhhhh 😩😭

I need to do more of it fr 🥹

YES. I’m right there with you!!😂

For real 😂 They can’t help it sometimes I feel wahahah.

#Miyacest #Osaatsu

They’re definitely somewhere they shouldn’t be doing this.

(Please grant me the strength to finish this 😫)

#osaatsu

They’re judging you 😩

#miyacest where osamu cums on the blade of his knife and makes atsumu lick it clean

I didn’t realize how much I needed this until right now. 🫣

Whenever they fell back into that rhythm, with Atsumu’s cocky grin and Osamu’s half-hearted grumbles, Osamu would catch his name out of the corner of his eye, and something would curl hot and fierce in his chest.

‘You own me,’ it seemed to say. And Osamu was starting to believe it.

Didn’t tease, didn’t gloat—just shivered when Osamu’s fingers would tighten around his hips, holding him in place while he made a point to leave his mark. Atsumu’s back would arch just a bit more, like he knew exactly what Osamu was about to do, like he was waiting for it.

Atsumu’s breath hitched, and Osamu’s heart almost stopped.

He continued doing it after that. And if Atsumu noticed the exact reason, he never said anything.

He barely registered the thought, that split-second decision as his vision blurred. Pulling out to spill ropes of white on his brothers back with a low satisfied groan. Aiming just a little higher, right above the tattoo, like it was a target he had to hit.

But his brother was right, he really did love that stupid tattoo.

He didn’t plan the first time it happened, Osamu was too far gone. Atsumu’s face pressed against the bed, fingers twisted tight in the sheets as he called out Osamu’s name between breathy moans.

“Oh, ya love it,” Atsumu would reply, always with that same smug grin that made Osamu’s blood run hot, cheeks flushed various shades of red.

It was infuriating. Maddening. Completely unfair that Atsumu could do something so reckless and stupid.

“Can’t believe ya actually did it,” he’d say, his voice thick with that familiar blend of frustration and something else, something that made his words catch in his throat.

pick something up, the letters flexing under taut skin.

He still pretended, though. Still snorted and rolled his eyes when Atsumu showed off that tattoo like it was some kind of trophy.

Not when Osamu had Atsumu bent over, his fingers digging into his brother’s hips, gaze zeroed in on that damn ink every single time he pushed deeper. Not when he felt his blood rushing south, making his cock twitch every time he caught a glimpse as Atsumu’s reached for something or leaned down to

It was almost mocking, that tattoo, a little reminder of a joke that was supposed to have been nothing more than a dare.

Except it wasn’t a joke anymore.

“Yer an idiot, Tsumu.”

But he’d never been able to stop looking.

It got worse when they were alone. When the teasing wasn’t in the restaurant, or after a game, but behind closed doors.

The rest of the team had howled when he pulled his shirt up to show them, and Osamu had stood there, arms crossed, trying very hard not to notice the way his face got hotter every second Atsumu’s lower back stayed exposed.

He played it cool, shrugged, smirked along with the others.

And that was how, two weeks later, Atsumu ended up perched on the tattoo artist’s chair with Osamu’s name permanently inked above his ass. The letters were small, clean, and bold, right where anyone could see it—if they got Atsumu in the right position.

cocky smirk that always made Osamu want to throttle him. Sure it raised a few brows when Atsumu shrugged with a simple “‘Kay.” But no one really gave it a second thought. It was Atsumu, after all.

The bet had started like that—just a reckless challenge tossed around while they were all basking in the afterglow of another win. Atsumu, who never met a challenge he didn’t think he could conquer, took it without hesitation.

“Get Osamu’s name tattooed on you.” And Atsumu just flashed that wide,

#Miyacest #Osaatsu
It was supposed to be a stupid joke. A dumb dare that wouldn’t make it past the locker room banter, the kind that gets laughed off when everyone’s soaked in sweat and a little too high on adrenaline.

“I like my coffee like I like my fanfics”
“Light and sweet?”
“Dark.”
“…”
“…and bitter—“
“OKAY-“
Idk how my friends tolerate me but here we are 😅

#Osaatsu #art

Atsumu tries really hard to get Osamu to smile for pictures. Osamu can, he has a great smile- but he won’t. At first it was because he didn’t find it necessary, but since it agitates his brother he does it on purpose.

I finished something yay 🥹