Sentences three

Three Sentence Ficathon


Okay, so I wrote a little something.


Prompt: HIMYM, Marshall/Lily/Barney - they're protective, caring doms to his sub

The ache in his chest has been swelling for months, for trimesters, and he stands sullen before Little Fudge until he sways on his feet, until Big Fudge runs long fingers up the back of his head, presses them together to grip the hair, and with the pads at the tips forces him down to his knees with subtle pressure, scuffing his black lace-ups on the tilted wooden floor that's surely too cold for those tiny bare feet that are suddenly all he can see with his head bowed nearly into her lap.

She doesn't smell of hops and tobacco anymore, but of warm honied milk, wholesome and frightening like the slab of prairie towering behind him and gently shucking and tossing his suit jacket, and then she leans close with elbows on knees and sidles ink-stained fingers into the knot of his tie, heavy silk whispering away as a large hot hand cradles his throat and tips his head up into a kiss.

"Aww, now," she croons as he gasps, short-bitten nails twisting his nubbins like paint crusted caps off tubes of paint, "You'll always be our Goldilocks."