contains: modern au, sukuna was involved in shady business in the past, babysitting yuji for the first time, it's awkward, messy and cute lmao
The doorbell rings like a death knell. Sukuna—scarred, tattooed, and currently smelling of expensive tobacco and bad decisions—looms in the doorway as he opens it and squints at the person who dared disturb him at this hour of the morning.
His twin, Jin, stands there looking like he hadn’t slept since the dawn of time, clutching a diaper bag.
Serves him right for doing it raw with his then girlfriend and getting her knocked up. The man had guffawed in his brother's ashen, sweating face when he'd come clean to him and their father.
“One night, Ryomen. Please. The gala is mandatory, and the sitter has a cold.”
Jin shoves a warm, squishy bundle into Sukuna’s massive, ink-covered arms and vanishes before Sukuna can explain that he'a better at liquidating assets than burping them.
Now, Sukuna sits on his leather sofa, staring at the creature known as Yuji. Yuji is five months old and currently looking at Sukuna with the horrified fascination one might reserve for a shark in a tuxedo.
“What are you looking at, kid?” Sukuna’s voice is a low, gravelly rumble. It's probably poor taste to intimidate a baby but do you think this man gives a shit?
Exactly. Moving on.
Not much has changed since the last time he was in this stinky, poopy baby's presence.
“Your head's gettin' bigger,” he snorts, finding it utterly ridiculous and hilarious that the little sucker could even hold it up for long on his own yet. “You're like a tyrannosaur without a tail.”
Yuji’s bottom lip wobbles like he understood the insult. He stares at the dark markings creeping up the scary, unfamiliar man's face, eyes bowing and a quiet whine of unease hitching in his chest.
Sukuna leans in, flashing a sharp, predatory grin with all his teeth accounted for, beady red eyes gleaming maliciously. Though in the infant's perspective it's like looking at the man through a fish eye lens which is even creepier with how it warps his face so it's round and huge.
“Yeah, I’m the big bad wolf. Your dad actually sold you to me for a pack of cigarettes,” Jin doesn't even smoke, “He’s not coming back. It’s just us and the cold, hard world now.”
Yuji lets out a tiny, uncertain whimper, curling in on himself in that newborn scrunch kind of way.
“Don’t start that,” Sukuna warns, kissing his teeth in annoyance at the thought of dealing with a crying infant and pointing a calloused finger. “Better watch out. I haven't had breakfast yet. You look like a prime slider.”
A mean chuckle bubbles in his chest as his nephew's eyes widen and he kicks out with a soft hiccup.
“Yeah, I’m gonna eat you. Start with the toes. High protein,” his uncle gives a growl that startles the baby, amusing Sukuna to no end.
But Yuji doesn't cry. Instead, he reaches out a tiny, chubby hand and pats Sukuna’s nose. It is a tactical error—definitely not the reaction he expected.
Kids usually run and scream, hiding behind their parents’ legs when they see him. Hell, even the parents can't seem to comfort their children when the sight of him makes them wanna shit their pants too.
And yet, this fat, pink-haired baby cracks a gummy smile, all coos and gurgles for him. Sukuna just knows he's going to talk his ear off one day.
Sukuna's less grumpy after eating breakfast. He's got Yuji propped up in his baby seat on the couch as they sit in awkward silence, the television playing something uninteresting in front of them.
The baby seems content just sucking on his pacifier but Sukuna is not. Maybe it's because pacifiers don't come in adult sizes. He feels like he needs to say something—anything to end this weird quietness.
“So, uh,” he starts dumbly, scratching the back of his head and clearing his throat as the baby casts his cute little doe eyes on him.
His uncle interlaces his fingers on his lap, squirming a bit like he's in some interview. Which is odd because Sukuna is never nervous; he makes other people nervous by just existing.
“Have you decided which university to want to apply to yet?” That is the stupidest question Sukuna has ever asked and Yuji stares at him blanky, obviously not fucking understanding.
Of course, the man has to make it worse with a poor attempt at a nonchalant shrug as he sniffs. “I'm just saying. I could help you out. Went to an ivy league myself, you know? Could help you apply.”
Again, just that unmoved expression on that plump face, pudgy cheeks drooping with how fat they are and blush, wispy hair sticking out in all directions as he eyes his uncle.
“You've got, what?” He scrunches up one side of his face with a hum as he actually thinks about it. “Eighteen years until you have to enroll? A head start is always a good idea. Your dad is a delayed fucker.”
A blink is all he gets in response, watching his nephew's salmon lashes brush his cheeks as he suckles on his pacifier faster.
The evening quickly devolves into a series of failures after that.
Babies are bound to get fussy when they remember that they don't know who the fuck the person in front of them is. The hulking, tatted man before Yuji is not his Papa Jin or Mama Kaori.
So he cries, eyes glassy and bottom lip jut out as he sniffles and heaves out pathetic sobs.
A tug pulls in Sukuna's chest as he paces, trying to figure out how the fuck to console him. He's tried rocking him, playing nursery rhymes, talking to him, handing him toys.
None of it worked.
Then it hit him. Not just the sock that Yuji kicked off but an idea too.
He's the identical twin of the baby's father—Yuji is biologically his child too. While Jin looks dorky as fuck, they still share a face.
Grumbling, Sukuna puts on his spectacles and ruffles his hair like a dog shaking water off his fur coat. Yuji’s hiccuping cries falter as he frowns at the odd scene before him.
Slick back hair gone, the tresses are now akin to a fucking mop, similar to the bowl cut his dumbass brother has. He feels so silly like this, doesn't know how Jin walks around looking like an embarrassment, how he even got laid.
He wouldn't have believed it if the proof of his brother's rendezvous wasn't currently giggling at his stupid change in appearance, eyes curving into crescents as sweet, heartwarming giggles flutter out of him.
“Yeah, you like your uncle looking like an idiot, huh?” he scoffs, looking at his nephew through the curtain of his bangs but is relieved that it worked.
Yuji coos and babbles in delight.
During feeding time, Sukuna holds the bottle like a live grenade after ensuring to follow the instructions to the T and checking the temperature. As much as he terrifies and torments the kid, he's still his nephew.
Though it's hard to remember that when Yuji decides this is the perfect time to practice being a fucking pressure hose, spraying lukewarm formula across Sukuna’s t-shirt and face, milk dripping from his scowling face, droplets running down the path of his tattoos as he stares ahead for a crumb of patience.
When it comes to burping him, Sukuna pats the baby’s back, big hand spanning his entire upper body and reminding the man just how tiny and fragile the little human is, with the gentlest strength he possesses, which is still enough to make the kid sound like a deflating bagpipe.
“Crap, sorry,” he hisses in apology, softening his touch even further as he waits for the release of gas.
It does come. From his mouth and his butt.
Diaper changing is a biohazard situation that requires Sukuna to use his high-end gin as an emergency sanitizer after a vomit-inducing mishap.
Sukuna holds his breath until his vision blurs, hovering over the changing table with the intensity of a man dismantling a bomb.
“This is worse than a club bathroom. Blech," he gags, pinning a squirming Yuji down with one hand while grappling with a sticky tab.
By 8:00 PM, both are covered in a questionable film of sweat and baby powder. Sukuna sighs, running a hand through his mussed coral locks, stripping off his ruined shirt, and hauling the infant into the tub.
As the warm water fills the basin, something shifts. Sukuna sits on the floor, his massive frame cramped, using a tiny yellow sponge to wipe Yuji’s forehead. Yuji splashes, a spray of water hitting Sukuna’s face.
Sukuna blinks slowly, wipes his eyes, and lets out a dry, accidental chuckle.
Yuji pauses, then lets out a high-pitched, melodic coo. He splashes again, his toothless grin mirroring Sukuna’s sharp one—only this time, it isn't scary. It is just... nice.
An hour later, the house is silent save for the living room. Sukuna is sprawled on the couch, a soft knitted blanket covering his tattooed chest. A bright, neon-coloured movie about singing trolls plays on the massive screen—a far cry from his usual gritty crime dramas.
Yuji is draped atop his chest, propped up on his belly as he's doing “tummy time” or whatever, big brown eyes glued to the kaleidoscope of colours dancing across the television, mouth slightly open as drool glistens on his chin that Sukuna keeps muttering over and wiping away with his thumb.
Begrudgingly, the plot of the movie has sucked him in too, brows drawn together as the scenes reflect in the lenses of his eye comfort glasses.
The pink-haired troll who talks too much for his liking and is buzzing with energy won't get off the blue brooding, grumpy one's ass about something until he snaps. You can guess which one Sukuna relates to.
“Because singing killed my grandma!”
A tense beat of silence envelops the characters as that revelation hits them.
“Damn, this is kinda heavy for kids,” Sukuna muses then scoffs and rolls his head to look at his nephew who doesn't spare him a glance. “But what do I know? I was asking you about college.”
“My uncle died tap dancing once.”
It's so random that Sukuna barks out a laugh, spooking his nephew who almost tumbles off his chest from the force of the action, flailing like a turtle on its back.
Eyes bulging, Sukuna's quick to catch him in one burly arm and settle him back on his chest, heart thudding hard against his ribcage and blood rushing in his ears. “Shit! Sorry, kid.”
He stays in place for the remainder of the movie.
The baby reaches up at one point, tracing the tattoo on Sukuna's collarbone, cooing softly. Sukuna doesn't move. He doesn't even breathe or blink, terrified of breaking the fragile peace.
Slowly, the tiny hands drop as eyes droop. The heavy eyelids slide shut. Yuji puffs out a long, contented sigh, sinking into the warmth of his "scary" uncle.
Sukuna stares down, his rough face melting into an uncharacteristically gentle expression as something warm and fuzzy blooms in behind his ribs. He adjusts the blanket, resting a heavy hand over the infant's back.
Yuji is fast asleep, cheek smushed to his uncle's pec like it's a pillow as his small body rises and falls in perfect sync with Sukuna’s breathing. His tiny fist was curled tightly around Sukuna’s thumb.
A smile, genuine and a little dopey, curls at the corner of Sukuna's mouth as he resumes watching the nature documentary he put on.
The pink-haired man checks on his nephew again, the harsh lines of his face softening once more in the blue light of the television. He’d toppled regimes and moved millions, but this four-pound weight on his sternum feels like the heaviest responsibility he’s ever held.
“Fine,” Sukuna concedes, whispering into the quiet room, careful not to wake the baby. “You can stay. But tomorrow, we’re watching The Godfather.”
Yuji just sighs in his sleep, smelling of lavender and milk.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
And penguins lack large terrestrial predators, so their reaction to humans tends to be, “HELLO STRANGE GIANT PENGUINS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DO YOU HAVE ANY FISH?”
There is an international treaty that says we’re supposed to stay 6m away from penguins, and it’s really difficult because no one told the penguins, and they all desperately want to wander up and say hi.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
sukuna sprawled out on your shared bed, two arms above his head, one across his stomach, and another lied idly on your thigh. his hair was messy, strands all over the place, and a few somehow shaped into bangs over his forehead. his stomach-mouth was open, softly snoring while showing off his large fangs.
and although he looked so comfortable, and the moonlight softly shone through the curtains of your quarters, you took a minute to leave. softly, you moved his large hand off your thigh, placing it close to where you slept instead.
after you’ve quietly retreated to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, sukuna almost immediately woke up from the loss of your touch.
he softly grumbled when he didn’t feel your body warmth, then he grabbed at what he wanted to be you, but instead met with sheets.
a huff escaped him, and he turned onto his side with a groan, half sitting up and using a hand to prop himself up.
“wife..” he called out, mumbling with his natural rough voice, a frown appearing on his face.
and almost as if you could sense how he already missed you dearly, not knowing how long you’d been gone, you slowly creaked the door open, walking in with a glass of water. as you sat it on the nightstand, your heart ached as sukuna blearily stared up at you with half-lidded eyes. he slowly blinked up at you like a cat, and his hair stuck up in many different directions.
some drool escaped the corner of his mouth, and you smiled. he probably didn’t even notice.
finally, you climbed into bed again, softly mumbling, “i know, i’m here,” with a smile as he already began reaching towards you to pull you closer.
your hand found his chest, and you rubbed comforting circles on his tattoos as you left a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. before you could pull away, he softly nudged your head with his, letting out a soft sigh as his hand found your back.
but you reached up, hand finding his hair as you play with it. he pushed his head into your hand, asking for more touch.
“you have bed head hair,” you whispered as his eyes nearly closed.
but he murmured, shaking his head with a pout, “i do not,” he let out a dramatic huff, glaring at you with all four eyes.
“whatever you say, honey,” you mumbled as you looked down at him, hand still running through his hair.
and within seconds, he’s asleep as quickly as he woke up. this time, he’s lulled to sleep by your touch. he’s right where he wants to be, falling asleep every night in the arms of his wife.
ib this art by sukunaglazer23 on twt he’s so adorable oml
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
edit: extra tangent- for my babykuna design, i have a headcanon that he used to scavenge throwaways materials (especially weapons) for blacksmith forge, since they are the only ones seeing use of his strength & at least paying him (however meager) for his labor. That’s how he learned a lot about weapons & how to use them.
The fire of the forge is similar to the one always burning within him, so he feels a certain sense of closeness to those places (Heian era is also when Japanese swords started having its current curved form, slashing attack is most associated with katana).
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
