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kinkfestTitle: Gold Star
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Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: Sexual implications, nothing too bad.
Word Count: 517
Prompt: "Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, rewards as parents, 'You get a gold star.'"
“Ten gold stars get you any sexual act you want. If you save up to twenty, you can pick where it happens. Thirty, and I’ll do that thing you keep begging me to do,” she smiled, ticking off fingers for each item on her dirty list. Her eyes kept darting through the doorway, into the kitchen, making sure the baby was all right.
Edward was deep in thought. “You don’t say.” Parenting had its incentives. “Though… you do realize this will raise our chances of having another baby, right?”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Winry shrugged, sauntering out of the room and into their modest kitchen.
She loved holding some kind of power—usually sexual—over him. It really spiced things up.
“Wait,” Ed called, following her into the kitchen where their nine-month-old swayed in his highchair happily, right where he was left. “So, what constitutes earning a gold star?”
“Chores: laundry, dishes, cooking… cleaning up after junior here, dealing with the chaos which is feeding time. Little things that would make my life easier and the transition back to work not so difficult.”
“I see,” he responded. Just as she was about to sit down at the table to begin feeding their only child, he tugged her up to continue standing. “By all means, allow me.”
“You’re really into this, aren’t you?”
“What does fifty stars get me?” he asked, ignoring her question.
“Are you planning on being that much of a kiss-ass?”
“Dear, mind your language around this impressionable young gentleman,” Edward grinned, ruffling his son’s light blond tufts of hair. His hair stuck out, even more unruly than usual.
Winry snorted in laughter. “You definitely are. If you want to actually kiss it, you know, all you have to do is ask. Maybe I’ll give you a gold star.”
“Wait a second. Sex can get me gold stars, too? Can I pick up legitimate stickers at the store and start a tally because this is too good to pass up.”
“If you want,” Winry smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of her son’s head before righting—as right as she could get it—his hair that her husband mussed. “Being my slave, more or less, will get you the gold stars if you’d like. Star per orgasm?”
“This is the best day ever,” Ed cheered. He turned to his son. “Isn’t that right?” he asked in an over-the-top gushy tone as he pinched the baby’s cheek lightly. The baby squeaked and jerked in his chair; he was beginning to get grumpy that no one was giving him food.
“Well, now’s a good place to start,” Winry smiled, patting her husband on the head. “I need to get some work done.”
“Sure, sure.” Edward said, getting up in order to retrieve the necessary items for his son’s lunch. “Oh, and Winry?”
“Yes, Ed?”
The arrogance was nearly oozing out of him. “I’ll get ten stars by tonight, you watch.”
Despite his arrogance, she matched his leer almost exactly. “I’ll hold you to it.”
This would most definitely result in their second child.
Author:
suspiciousRating: PG-13/T
Warnings: Sexual implications, nothing too bad.
Word Count: 517
Prompt: "Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, rewards as parents, 'You get a gold star.'"
“Ten gold stars get you any sexual act you want. If you save up to twenty, you can pick where it happens. Thirty, and I’ll do that thing you keep begging me to do,” she smiled, ticking off fingers for each item on her dirty list. Her eyes kept darting through the doorway, into the kitchen, making sure the baby was all right.
Edward was deep in thought. “You don’t say.” Parenting had its incentives. “Though… you do realize this will raise our chances of having another baby, right?”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Winry shrugged, sauntering out of the room and into their modest kitchen.
She loved holding some kind of power—usually sexual—over him. It really spiced things up.
“Wait,” Ed called, following her into the kitchen where their nine-month-old swayed in his highchair happily, right where he was left. “So, what constitutes earning a gold star?”
“Chores: laundry, dishes, cooking… cleaning up after junior here, dealing with the chaos which is feeding time. Little things that would make my life easier and the transition back to work not so difficult.”
“I see,” he responded. Just as she was about to sit down at the table to begin feeding their only child, he tugged her up to continue standing. “By all means, allow me.”
“You’re really into this, aren’t you?”
“What does fifty stars get me?” he asked, ignoring her question.
“Are you planning on being that much of a kiss-ass?”
“Dear, mind your language around this impressionable young gentleman,” Edward grinned, ruffling his son’s light blond tufts of hair. His hair stuck out, even more unruly than usual.
Winry snorted in laughter. “You definitely are. If you want to actually kiss it, you know, all you have to do is ask. Maybe I’ll give you a gold star.”
“Wait a second. Sex can get me gold stars, too? Can I pick up legitimate stickers at the store and start a tally because this is too good to pass up.”
“If you want,” Winry smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of her son’s head before righting—as right as she could get it—his hair that her husband mussed. “Being my slave, more or less, will get you the gold stars if you’d like. Star per orgasm?”
“This is the best day ever,” Ed cheered. He turned to his son. “Isn’t that right?” he asked in an over-the-top gushy tone as he pinched the baby’s cheek lightly. The baby squeaked and jerked in his chair; he was beginning to get grumpy that no one was giving him food.
“Well, now’s a good place to start,” Winry smiled, patting her husband on the head. “I need to get some work done.”
“Sure, sure.” Edward said, getting up in order to retrieve the necessary items for his son’s lunch. “Oh, and Winry?”
“Yes, Ed?”
The arrogance was nearly oozing out of him. “I’ll get ten stars by tonight, you watch.”
Despite his arrogance, she matched his leer almost exactly. “I’ll hold you to it.”
This would most definitely result in their second child.
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