January SFW Doodles and Drabbles

Please post your SFW doodles & drabbles for the January 2023’s DDN here!

Iruka wanted to run. He knew it was a terrible idea. It wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t. Running would only make things worse. He knew that.

But the pressure was high. What if he didn’t make it in time?

This was all Kakashi’s fault. He shouldn’t have let himself be distracted. Now he was going to have to rush, except rushing only made things worse. He just needed to hold himself together a little longer…

Finally! He was almost there! He was going to make it!

“Sens—”

And Iruka pushed open the door, slammed it shut, locked it.

Ahhhh. Sweet release.

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Prompt 1: Banheiro

A casa poderia ter quartos, sala, cozinha, mas o lugar que andava mais sendo visitado por Iruka era o banheiro. E ele não aguentava mais aquele lugar.

Se comia algo, corria para o banheiro.

Se tomava seu chá, seu preferido, adivinhem? Corria para o banheiro.

Nada parava em seu estômago. Kakashi sempre estava ao seu lado, segurando seu cabelo enquanto colocava mais uma refeição para fora.

“Calma Iru, logo passa. Tsunade garantiu”, o alfa tentou acalmar seu companheiro.

O ômega esperava que fosse verdade, ou iria matar Kakashi. Amava o pequeno ser que crescia dentro de si, odiava os enjoos.

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Prompt 2 - Cozinha:

O som de algo caindo fez Kakashi acordar rapidamente, sacando a kunai que ficava ao lado da cama. Caminhou sorrateiramente na escuridão da casa, sharingan ativado em busca de algum inimigo.

Parou na porta da cozinha e abaixou sua arma ao ver a cena diante de si. Iruka se encontrava com a boca cheia de missô de beringela e um frasco de pimenta (que não deveria comer) estilhaçado no chão.

“Você odeia comida apimentada e nem deveria comer”, advertiu o Hatake, sem esconder a diversão.

“Eu sei, mas seu filho queria”, respondeu fazendo um beicinho muito beijável. E Kakashi beijou.

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Bang

Kakashi winced. He hoped there wasn’t a hole in the wall this time.

stomp, stomp, stomp

Iruka was home. He must’ve had a terrible day.

stomp, stomp, stomp

He hadn’t been loud like this coming home in a good long while. Not since… no use thinking about that though. The faint whispers he’d heard earlier today were bad enough. Good thing he was home early. Hopefully once Iruka registered the scents in the house he would calm a little.

stomp, stomp, stomp

Hmm, moving too fast. Would a small fūton jutsu be too much…? The last time he tried…

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“…and that is why we feel there must be a method in place to allow for early graduation from the Academy.”

Hyūga Hiashi sat down, his look haughty and full of self-satisfied smugness. Iruka itched to unleash the full measure of his rage on the man.

But.

He couldn’t. If he did that here, in front of Konoha’s council of elders and the education board, he would lose before he’d finished.

Iruka managed two deep breaths—the kind he taught to his most agitated children—before Kakashi called him.

“Iruka-kocho-sensei? Do you have a response?”

Calm now—the gloves could be off later.

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Prompt 3: luvas

O cheiro de algo queimando invadia a casa e fez Iruka sair correndo, ou tentou, afinal sua condição não era a mais favorável. Não que fosse algo ruim, jamais.

Chegou a fonte do cheiro e sem pensar abriu o forno e puxou uma fornada do que deveriam ser biscoitos para fora. Uivou de dor ao sentir as mãos queimarem pelo calor.

A noite, sentado no sofá, um pouco emburrado, enquanto Kakashi cuidava de suas queimaduras não tão graves, ouviu uma advertência do marido.

“Se eu comprar mais alguns pares de luvas de estampas de cachorros, irá se lembrar de usá-las?”

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It was a rare night off. Partner away. No work to do. Time to break out his secret stash.

He pulled the book out from among the others on the shelf that his partner wouldn’t touch. The no man’s land between Icha Icha and Fuinjutsu Theory for Beginners. He carried the book into the bathroom. A little chakra applied to one of the storage seals…

Heavy, fluffy, soft robe.

Lavender scented candle.

Bubble bath. He’d splurged on the kind that would stand up to water jutsu.

Facial scrub.

Hair treatment.

Extra rich, chakra-infused shampoo and conditioner.

“Kakashi! I’m home.”

Shit.

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Prompt 4: esfregue (esfregão)

Iruka segurava baldes, esfregões e panos à sua frente, os entregando aos três ninjas parados de cabeça abaixada depois de ouvirem um sermão como se fossem os pré-gennins que ensinava na Academia.

Sua barriga avantajada dizia aos hounins que não deveriam reclamar e apenas acatar a ordem dada.

Afinal, quem mandou entrarem em casa cobertos de lama após um desafio imposto por Gai, que acabou envolvendo até mesmo o Yamato.

“Quando sair do banho, é melhor que tudo esteja limpo, nem que precisem esfregar até sangrar. E sem trapaças ou novos desafios”.

E lá foram os três, obedientemente, limpar tudo.

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Prompt 5: limpe

A bomba havia sido desarmada e descartada com segurança. A área havia sido limpa e estava segura. Os gritos ensurdecedores finalmente cessaram. O cheiro desagradável havia desaparecido totalmente. Mesmo com sua máscara, Kakashi poderia jurar que sentiu o gosto em sua boca.

Suspirou e sorriu ao ouvir resmungos de alegrias vindos do pequeno ser ao seu lado. Pegou Houki em seus braços, que estava muito mais feliz agora que estava limpo e cheiroso.

“Falei que não era tão difícil”, ouviu a voz de Iruka atrás de si.

“Parecia uma bomba de fedor feita para destruir o mundo.” reclamou o mascarado.

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Iruka dragged himself up the stairs and stumbled through the door. He couldn’t remember the last time a day… a week… had stretched out so long and sucked up all his energy. Kakashi wasn’t even home to help make it better. No, he’d been assigned a long (ok, not long. Only two weeks, but still) mission out of Konoha, so even home didn’t really offer respite.

The week was over now, though.

Would Kakashi’s special book of seals yield itself to his chakra? Could he safely pick it open if it didn’t…? At the moment it seemed worth the risk.

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It was good to have former students working in the Hokage’s office. They were the perfect, always unsuspected, network of informers who always felt the need to drop a quiet word in his ear when Kakashi was up to no good and needed a little extra reining in.

Today’s news almost had Iruka going up in flames. He wasn’t the one who needed to be cooled down, though. In a quiet moment between meetings, Iruka swung home to grab the old spray bottle they used when training their kitten.

Kakashi was going to regret using that picture on his desk.

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Prompt 6: Spray

Iruka havia comprado aquele item para o pequeno gatinho que havia adotado na tentativa de ensinar boas maneiras para o Fumaça, mas descobriu um novo uso para ele. Bem, era o mesmo pricnipio com sua pequena bola de pelos, mas funcionava muito bem em um cerot jounnin de cabelos prateados e oito nikkens.

Aquele spray de água servia para dizer a eles que não deveriam fazer bagunça, correr pela casa, perseguir Fumaça, acordar quando precisava.

Era mais útil do que ficar gritando e mais eficaz. Seu bebê agradecia e sua irritabilidade aumentada também. Cogitava levar para o balcao de missão.

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Prompt 6 - spray

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Sugar. Check.

Butter. Check.

Egg. Check.

Unsulphured molasses. Ummm. Iruka wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but the container he found in the store said “molasses” so he was sure it would be fine.

Flour. Check.

Baking soda. Check. Double check. Yes, soda, not powder this time.

Spices? Cinnamon, ginger, clove. Check, check, check.

Salt. Check.

Very hot water. Check. Well, he supposed not quite yet, but it was in the kettle on the stove, so it would be very hot shortly.

He’d nailed the last cake he’d baked, so this was sure to go great! Kakashi would be delighted!

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How was there so much more laundry now that he lived with Kakashi than there had been when he lived alone. Yes, he knew there would be more, but the piles had more than doubled! He wasn’t wearing more clothes. He didn’t think Kakashi was either. They just wore their uniforms all the time.

He pulled another couple of shirts out of the pile to throw in the machine. Ah, yes, they’d cooked together and ended up having a little food fight. He smiled at the memory. Kakashi’d really needed the laugh that day.

The extra laundry was worth it.

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Prompt 8: Lavanderia

Kakashi gostaria de saber porque todas suas roupas estavam desaparecendo sempre que eram lavadas ou que as separava para mandar para lavanderia. Seus uniformes, moletons, calças, camisas. Até suas máscaras. Pioraram quando até mesmo as peças do seu guarda-roupa sumiram.

Não deveria ter ficado surpreso ao encontrá-las, praticamente todas no ninho que Iruka havia feito. Ele estava no final da sua gestação e parecia mais carente e necessitado da sua presença do seu cheiro.

Agora estava num dilema, não conseguiria pegar as peças para lavar e nem poderia sair para comprar. Teria que se virar com a única que tinha.

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Prompt 7 - chemical

I am a bit behind but getting there
:chruupsidedown: :joukashiupsidedown:

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Prompt 9: Odor
Iruka abriu a porta da casa e sentiu um cheiro invadir suas narinas. Não era como um simples perfume, muito menos algo que lhe embrulharia o estômago como acontecia há meses.
Era diferente, algo singelo e que parecia ter acabado de ser revelado. Não sabia quando ou se algum dia sentiu algo assim.
Então, sua memória lhe trouxe uma lembrança esquecida. Largou a bolsa e tudo que tinha na mão no chão e seguiu o cheiro.
Entrou em seu quarto e viu Kakashi e Houki na cama, dormindo juntos. O cheiro vinha do filho. Ele cheirava a floresta e maresia.

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Part of me thinks this should be nsfw :wink:

What was that?!?

Part of Kakashi wanted to hide under the covers and pull on ten more masks. Another part wanted to focus on the odours, pick them apart, and figure out what was wrong.

The analytical jōnin won out.

Sulphur. Acid. Sugar. Musk. Stale.

A strong suspicion began to grow in the back of Kakashi’s mind. He didn’t want it to be true, though, so he tried to come up with another explanation.

He couldn’t.

Iruka forgot to clean out his lunch box at the end of the school year, and the egg salad had given up the ghost.

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