Requested by @CaboosesGirl (My waifu)
NOT A LEMON
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(Y/n) groaned loudly, rolling around on the bed covered in stuffies. Tucker wasn't home, he was at work, and she was bored out of her mind. She drew to her hearts content, watched a movie - only to get bored halfway and stop watching it - ate some cookies, spent time in her little space - found out she was like a baby panda - and had a tea party with a few stuffies.
She picked up her phone and went through her messages. None from Tucker. One from Caboose, saying that Tucker was being a meanie and how he's in a bad mood. She pouted a bit and texted him.
- Daddy? Are you okay? Caboose is saying you're upset...
Daddy - Daddy's fine, baby girl. Tough day.
- Wanna talk about it? Do you need anything when you get home?
Daddy - No, pumpkin. It's alright. I just want to spend time with you when I get there.
- Okay! I love you daddy!
Daddy - Love you too, Princess.
She smiled and set the phone down, running into the living room and jumped onto the couch, rolling off on the floor. She knew it would be at least another hour before Tucker would be home. It was already 3:40, he got off at 4:40, given twenty minutes off by his manager, Church, for your sake. (Y/n) got up and ran to the kitchen to try and make cookies as a surprise for him when he came home.
4:50, Tucker still wasn't home. (Y/n) tried one of the cookies she baked, pouting at the slightly burnt and crunchy texture. She glanced at her phone, which lied without any messages on the counter beside her. She placed the cookie down and got off the stool, walking back to her room to dress up a bit.
5:10. (Y/n) danced around in a dress, singing whatever song that came on so loud, she didn't hear the front door open and close. She danced around, not watching her surroundings. Her foot caught onto the coffee table leg, tripping the small girl. Tucker ran over and caught her, laughing softly, relieved. (Y/n) blushed brightly, covering her face with her hands. Tucker laughed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and shifted so she sat on his lap.
"I'm sorry I was late, babygirl," he mumbled, "Church needed some last minute modifications."
(Y/n) giggled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "It's okay, daddy. You still came home." With a toothy smile, she stood and held her hand out for Tucker, helping him up. He took her hand and stood, making his way to the kitchen, with her still in his grip.
"So, what have you been doing all day, Kitten?" He asked, nodding towards the messy counter.
(Y/n) gulped and looked away, folding her hands behind her back. "I tried to make some cookies for you before you got back...?" It ended more as a question then a statement. Tucker raised and eyebrow and smirked softly. "And, you didn't clean up, little one?"
She shook her head softly. Her (e/c) eyes didn't meet his gaze.
"You do realize that because you didn't clean up, you need to be punished, right?" He leaned against the counter, smirking but with a stern look.
(Y/n) giggled instead and cupped his cheeks, kissing Tucker quickly and deeply before running through the house and upstairs. Tucker shook himself out of shock and followed, blushing softly.
"Little one," he warned, walking into the bright (F/c) colored bedroom with stuffies lining the walls and (F/c) bed. In a corner there were sheets that hung from the ceiling and connected to the walls in a small tent-like area, the inside covered in blankets and pillows, a few stuffies also there. "If you come out now, there won't be as bad of a punishment." Tucker stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his stature seemingly angry but his lips twitched into a smirk as he stared under the bed, where (Y/n) squirmed. "Little one... Come on out."
(Y/n) inched her way out from under the bed and looked away sheepishly. She reached up and fixed the bunny ears she put on when she went under the bed. Tucker chuckled and shook his head, walking over and sitting on the bed, motioning for her to come and lay over his lap.
"After punishment, Little One, we can talk about your reward for being so obedient during your punishment." He mumbled huskily into (Y/n)'s ear, tugging her skirt down slowly.
