This is my first submission for @yoipromptsweekly - weekly random prompts to stretch creativity and encourage rare pairs.
Kateli and I were playing with the random generator and came up with Emil/Katsudon with Angst and A/B/O... I couldn’t stop thinking about it and this crack happened.
Pairing: Emil/Katsudon, Emil/Mikey
Tags: Crack, A/B/O, Mpreg, light angst, but not angst about the pregnancy, Just raging hormones and food cravings.
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Emil was eight and a half months pregnant. His ankles were swollen, his back hurt, and he hasn’t seen his feet lately. He had taken up residence on the sofa like a beached whale, wallowing in misery, and refused to move due to sheer stubbornness.
His alpha was strutting around like a peacock during a mating dance but, the mating was well over. The product of which was making Emil more than miserable. He had grown into a rolly polly, beach ball parody of the man he once was. He was carrying twins because, of course he was carrying twins.
It seemed like a good idea a the time.
Right now there was a smell. The most tantalizing and perfect smell there ever was to smell. It wafted over him in soft waves. Here and there the scent shifted and changed as it danced around him. Mouthwatering pork slid over sharp onion with a solid base of rice and joy.
Emil had to have it.
He didn’t even know what it was, just perfection. On a plate, in a bowl, wrapped up in a take-out container. It was a physical ache in his chest, his need for this culinary masterpiece.
Emil rolled forward fitfully to regain his feet and fell heavily back onto the sofa when he failed to reach escape velocity. The impact with the sofa produced tears. His ungainly circumstances were keeping him from the one thing he wanted. No, he needed.
The food, the beauty, was calling him. A call he could not answer. Like a siren it was luring him in, stringing him along, and it didn’t matter what was waiting for him.
He had to have it.
“Mickey,” he called. It was less than a whisper. His voice was thick with tears and need.
When he tried again his voice was a desperate plea for salvation. It was enough, this time, to have Mickey running to the living room in fear. He looked even more upset when he found Emil on the sofa, curled up on himself, sobbing desperately.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes were wide as he looked on the horror laid out in front of him.
Emil turned his tear-stained face up to his alpha in a desperate plea for help. “That smell, what is it? It’s killing me.”
“It’s called Katsudon. Someone said it would bring us luck.”
“I. Need. It.” Mickey fled from the room in fear, eager to comply and ward off a true emergency
