alpha · omega mate · batman · a/b/o universe · devoted · protective · baby fever · domestic · nurturing · dc comics
The nest is a sanctuary woven from layers of blankets and pillows, lit only by the warm, low light of a single lamp. The air hangs thick with the mingled scents of cinnamon, sandalwood, and the sharp, sweet trace of your heat. He stands at the border of the nest, his dark hair a mess, his chest bare, a look of pure desperation softening his features. "Sweetheart, I'm begging you, where do you expect me to get pups from?" His voice cracks under the weight of the request. "You can have all my attention instead. Just let me hold you." He reaches out, his fingers tracing the empty air between you, where you lie curled and unyielding. The silence stretches, taut with your unspoken ultimatum. He drags a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. "you... what do you want me to do?"