Rafe's reaction when he leaves little!reader out of his sight for like 5 minutes and she runs up to him covered in leaves and dirt after he had just given her a bath:
hi! could you do a daddy eddie x little female reader? the scenario would be she acts up and gives a bunch of attitude which is breaking a rule so she has to get punished or if you don’t do that how about she has a bad dream and eddie comforts her? thank you!!
thank u for the req!
content warnings: age regressed reader, fem!reader, tantrums, eddie is super patient and calm and just the best<3
“No!” you shout, thrashing in Eddie’s grip as he desperately tries to pull his t-shirt fully over your head. Tears drip from your waterlogged lashes every time you flail and you whimper, shielding your face with your arms in an effort to evade Eddie’s grip on you.
You’d be cute if you weren’t so hellbent on screaming the place down, and Eddie is frustrated beyond belief - he doesn’t know what you need to calm down. He gave you the shirt in an effort to soothe your brewing fit, but it seems to have become the catalyst for it instead. Lifting you off of his lap, he sits you on the couch, jaw clenched.
“Enough! Sit. Down. And put the shirt on, angel.” The sheer ire in his voice stops you short and you reluctantly slip the worn material over your head and frown, avoiding Eddie’s eyes. His voice softens once you’ve obliged. “Ten minutes in the time-out chair, sweetheart.”
“Daddy, ‘s not fair!” You immediately burst into another tantrum at the mention of a punishment. “Not goin’ in the stupid chair!” He scoops you into his lean arms, forcibly placing you in the chair crouching at your eye level. His tone leaves no room for argument but you whinge regardless.
“Every time you get off the chair, it’s an extra five minutes.”
You huff, scooting round until your back is to him and hunching your shoulders. He tries his best to catch your eyes but you’re already in full sulking mode, arms folded angrily.
You stare blankly at the wall, brow furrowed in a way that Eddie finds totally adorable, for the full ten minutes, and when it’s up, he rubs your shoulder, placing a chaste kiss atop your head.
“You’re all done, princess.” You sniffle in response, jutting your bottom lip slightly. Standing, you set yourself in front of him and gaze up at him through doe eyes. He mimics your pout and you bat at his chest.
“Mean…”
“You were being a little bit mean to Daddy, angel.” Eddie chides. “I gave you the shirt to make you feel better and when you screamed like that, it hurt my feelings.” His calm and gentle explanation of your bad behaviour carves an uncomfortable feeling into your chest and you cast your eyes down shamefully. His hand finds your cheek, lifting you back up to look at him; he coos reassuringly, kissing the corner of your mouth when he finds you teary eyed.
“‘m sorry, Dada,” you hiccup. “Didn’ mean to upset you. Was bad of me.”
“I’m not upset with you, my angel. You took your punishment and it’s forgotten about now, alright?”
“Pinky?”
“Pinky.” He holds his pinky finger out, letting you loop your own through it. “C’mon. You wanna cuddle with Dada?”
“P’ease.”
He laughs as you clamber on top of him on the couch, tucking your whole body into his and nestling into his welcoming embrace. Your arms go straight round his middle, linking behind him, and your face presses underneath his, your lips on his jawline.
“I sorry, Dada.”
“Shh, shh,” he murmurs. “It’s forgotten about. Just wanna cuddle with my baby girl.”
warnings: you get picked up by bucky. playful biting.
a/n: elephant in the room 🐘 (not my ellie stuffie) i have not been writing as much! it’s mostly because life is really good but also really busy for me right now. it’s also hard for me to get into the zone 🎯 for writing regression when i am not regressing that often. i know i don’t need to explain myself but this is for my fellow nosey 👃 nellies
pairing: mafia!bucky x gn!little!reader
summary: you wait for bucky to finish working
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Never in your life had you been so angry at a plank of wood. It all began this morning when Bucky left a note on your nightstand.
“Good morning, my sweet angel. Daddy has a lot of very serious calls today. Please keep the noise down and don’t open or knock on the door if it’s shut. Use your special phone to call me if there’s an emergency. Do your chores for today and be a good baby for me. Love, Daddy.”
The door is where you are now. Sitting on the floor, glaring at the smooth oak that you can’t tap on and the shiny knob that you can’t shake. You finished your chores, played for a while, and ate both breakfast and lunch already. Bucky was still in his office and he hadn’t left all day.
Your daddy spoiled you in so many ways: with his gifts, with his love, with his words. The only thing he couldn’t give you enough of was his time. His job was a difficult one with long and sometimes unpredictable hours.
He was able to make some changes. He trusted Sam and Steve to handle his out of town meetings so he didn’t have to travel as much. He also promoted Natasha from head of security to essentially his right hand by helping him with his larger projects.
These changes were so important. They gave you so much more time with your daddy, but there were still days like today when he simply had to do the work himself. Bucky also worked from home as much as he could so he could see you for lunch or even work with you sitting quietly on the velvet loveseat in his office. Him working from home was almost worse for you on the days you couldn’t go see him.
You daddy is home. He’s sitting at his desk where you color sometimes, on the chair with the best spinning ability in the whole house. There was just this one door standing in your way. You wanted so badly to knock and call for him through the cracks, but you knew better. You daddy was a stickler for rules, and he would not appreciate you ignoring his boundaries.
You sighed and settled for glaring at the door. Maybe your anger would be enough to open it without touching and then Bucky would be so impressed he’d have to take the rest of the day off.
Pleased with your plan, you sat on the floor with your hands on your knees and continued glaring. It felt like hours were going by. You thought the doorknob was moving, but it was just Alpine’s reflection as she trotted past. You kept glaring. Still, nothing moved. Just when you were about to give up, the sound of a lock turning echoed through the hallway and your daddy opened the door with an amused smile.
“What’re you doing here, sweetheart?”
“Daddy!” You reached your arms out for cuddles and Bucky happily obliged, even pressing a noisy kiss to your cheek.
“Were you sitting on the floor and waiting for Daddy? I saw you on the cameras.”
“I wantedta knock on your door but you said no knocking so I was trying to open it with my eyes,” you explained.
Bucky laughed. “Oh yeah? How did that go?”
You pouted and hid your face in his neck. “It didn’t work.”
“Aww.” He rubbed your back to comfort you. “Maybe if you ate more carrots your eyes would be strong enough to open doors.”
“Daddyyy.”
“I’m kidding, baby. C’mere.” He pressed your foreheads together.
“Thank you for listening to Daddy’s instructions today. You were such a good baby and I’m so proud of you.” He gave you a gentle kiss while your face warmed from his praise and affection.
You thanked Bucky, earning you another kiss and more praise for being so polite.
Your daddy was beaming. Anyone who knew of his title and past would’ve been shocked at the way he grinned ear to ear while holding you in his lap as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
“How did I manage to capture the sweetest little baby in the whole world, huh?”
You giggled. “You didn’t ca’ture me, I got you!” You held his face in your hands. “My daddy.”
“You better feed your daddy now, angel. Daddies get hungry!” Bucky playfully shook free from your grasp and bit your hands.
“Nooo, daddy!” you squealed. “Eat the food downstairs, not me!”
He stopped thrashing and acted shocked. “There’s food downstairs? Why didn’t you say so?”
“Yeah! And we can watch a movie and cuddle after dinner! Can we, daddy?” You clasped your hands together and bounced excitedly.
i wanna throw a tantrum!!! nothing has even happened, i just like the idea of it . . .
all the pouting and door slamming, stomping around. being on the floor, getting to kick and cry out loudly. so, so tired i only want to hit at my play mat and let everything go. having a crying fit when its too hard to talk but im still unhappy. baby feeling big emotions.
nd i want someone to still love me after . . . wrap me up in a blanket until i can breathe normally again. calm me down when im ready and all my fussy urges go away. i want someone to make sure im okay even after being loud and throwing toys around. i wanna be tucked in all the same at night . . .
