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Baby!Kara Danvers moodboard

Moodboard i made for a story im writing on wattpad.

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⋆𐙚₊˚ fawn / deer moodboard 🧺

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𖦹ㅤ ̼ My baby 𖦹ㅤ ̼

Pairing: Cg!femreader x Little!Natasha

Tags: Paci; sfw breastfeeding; toys; fever; mention of pain and injuries, bath

Summary: When Natasha is a sick baby and her caregiver gives all the affection she need.

Obs: English is not my first language, be gentle ^^

Feeling pain during missions was something Romanoff was used to, her nervous system becoming adapted as certain situations occurred, eventually making her feel the pain only days after her missions.

Being sick was no different, realising the symptoms when the disease was already in an advanced state, of course, you noticed when something minimal was wrong and this led to the current situation.

Where Natasha is sitting on her lap with her pacifier on her lips while boiling in fever, her chubby and soft cheeks were flushed and wet with previously shed tears, demonstrating her current fragile state.

Your little fingers held your cell phone firmly, your little green eyes fixed on the screen to which Frozen passed, while you typed some reports on your computer while caressing the redhead in your arms.

- I'm feeling you so hot, dear. - You murmured softly, looking away from the computer to the little one. - Come, let's take a shower to cool you down and then a syrup, huh?

Natasha pouted denying with her head, a tearful grumble coming out of her reddish lips while rubbing her eyes with her little hand in a fist, to which she was gently lowered by you.

- No, no, love! That way you'll hurt your beautiful emerald eyes. - He murmured in a serene tone of voice, getting up with Natasha in his arms.

The redhead sighed laying her face on her shoulder, her little fingers caressing her ear, a gesture that Natasha made when she wanted to breastfeed. You smiled with the action, entering the bathroom inside the room, sitting her on the sink counter to turn on the bathtub faucet.

- Okay, arms up, princess. - Natasha soon raised her arms, receiving a quick compliment while you undress her with respect and kindness.

You were quick to undress and put the bath salts in the water next to the rubber toys, trying to speed up everything before Natasha started crying with fatigue. A sly sigh came out of Romanoff as soon as you entered the water with her, the water looking like glass against the sensitive and feverish skin of the redhead.

- Shh, my little spider, soon this annoying pain will pass, huh? - You whispered lovingly, running your finger through the opening of the red eyebrow to the tip of the button nose. - Look, the duckling is saying 'hi' to my baby.

Natasha looked away from the rubber duck with clear irritation, her little face sinking into her chest with a felt and tired sob, making you sigh in concern.

His little hands returned to his ear in a desperate and trembling way, while he raised his red face asking for consent, something that was clearly done.

- Here, my little princess, I promise you'll get better soon. - He whispered guiding her breast to the lips of the redhead, who sighed closing her eyes. - Mommy is here with you for everything you need!

You closed your eyes for a moment, gently cadling the little one into the water, your mind torn between the concern for her state of health and the certainty that you would do everything to make your little spider feel good again.

The soft sound of the water being agitated and Natasha's small sighs filled the bathroom, creating an intimate and quiet moment in the midst of chaos. Soon, her hiccoughs were decreasing, until a slight purr escaped from her lips, indicating that the worst of the fatigue was passing.

- My strong warrior, you're so amazing, you know? - You murmured, caressing her back delicately, while feeling her breathing slow down at a quieter pace. - Now just rest, my love. I take care of everything.

Natasha lightly squeezed your ear, a gesture that you learned to recognise as a form of silent thanks. The little smile that appeared on her lips was enough to warm her heart, even in a moment of such fragility.

The bath ended with Natasha almost asleep, her little eyes closing and opening slowly while you wrapped her in a terry towel. After dressing her in the most comfortable pyjamas you found, you snuggled her on the bed, your hand not stopping caressing her red hair as she finally surrendered to sleep.

Before turning off the light, you left a soft kiss on your feverish forehead and whispered:

- I'll always be here, my little one. For everything, always.

Natasha answered with a light sigh, sinking further into the pillow, and you knew that, despite the fever and fragility, she was safe.

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Little!Loki !! He’s so cute, little Loki seems to me to be the little one who always comes back dirty with grass after hours of playing, and who always wants to play again after taking a shower.

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Cg!Gwen Stacy moodboard ! She’s so adorable

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Little Natasha moodboard | She loves Christmas stuffs and dress all stuffed animals with pull-ups

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baby cozy day moodboard :3

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I love little Nat so much

₊ ⊹ tiny, sleepy girl ₊ ⊹

pairings: cg!reader x little!natasha romanoff

summary: you set up mat’s toys for a bit of playtime but she rather be in your arms <3

tags: pacis, cuddling, toys, gentle reader!, tiny tiny nat, sfw breastfeeding, fluff, implied fem reader

notes: requested by anon ! a little rushed sorri ^_^

Natasha sat in your lap comfortably. It was late in the afternoon and it was quite cold outside, so the heater was on blast, and Nat wore her fuzzy pink sleeper to keep her even warmer.

She looked around, sucking on her pacifier gently. She was very small today and you decided a little playtime on her mat would be fun for you both.

As she sat in your lap, you began to spread her toys around. Crinkly, cloth baby books, rattles, foam blocks, etc. She didn’t play with them as often as you wanted— she preferred to nap and nurse, like most newborns. You wanted Natasha to gain a little confidence in herself.

She was the definition of a velcro baby.

Once you finished laying out the toys, you pushed a small piece of hair behind her ear. “Okay, love, we’re gonna have some playtime. Would you like that, mmh?”

Nat immediately whined, holding onto your sweater tight.

“It’s okay, sweet girl! Mama will be right here playing too.” You tried scouting her off your lap and on to the mat but she wouldn’t bulge. You didn’t want to— but you picked her up from your lap and sat her on the mat. You really wanted to break her out of her shell but.. Nat began to sob almost immediately.

Her cheeks were pink and her paci fell out of her mouth from the screaming.

You picked up one of her rattles and shook it in front of her, “look, Nat, it’s a rattle!”

Natasha didn’t hear you, she continued to cry.

Well.. you tried.

You picked her up, putting her on your hip and gently bouncing her, “I know, I know, mama is so mean,” you playfully said.

Nat’s eyes were puffy from her tears and she hiccuped every 3 minutes. You felt so guilty at forcing her to do something she wasn’t ready to do, you wanted to cry yourself. You really, really hated seeing Natasha cry.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt Nat tug on your sweater again. Except this time, you knew she wanted something.

When Nat wants to nurse, she always tends to tug at your clothes and nuzzle her head in your chest. It was absolutely adorable and you always feel so soft when she asks to.

“You wanna nurse, baby?”

She whined again.

“Okay, mama is going.”

You walked to your bedroom that you shared with Nat, sitting on your bed and pulling your sweater off quickly. Nat didn’t like to be kept waiting.

You laid her down in your lap, cradling her head in your arms. Gently, you pulled her closer to your chest. She latched quick. Nat looked so much calmer already, she twirled your necklace between her fingers. Her eyes were closed and hummed a little as she suckled.

What a tiny, sleepy girl.

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Cg!Carol Danvers | She would be such a careful caregiver but also who makes “dangerous” jokes, like carrying you upside down

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Hi, my name is Kitty

Sfw agere blog 🍦s/her; lesbian

🍂 I don’t do anything nsfw.

• Please, don’t be mean! The agere is a defence mechanism.

🧋English is not my first language, be patient.

• I make agere moodboard for: Natasha, Wanda, Agatha, Rio and Yelena. You can make requests for other characters too!

🥥 I write on wattpad but in my native language, feel free to visit through chrome, so you translate into any language. | @Ketketraw

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This is so cute

regressor kate bishop moodboard. 🏹

she is literally the baby/toddler ever!!

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Little!Natasha and Cg!reader headcanos

— She doesn't impose that you're busy with mission reports, she'll sit on your lap and stay there until you pay attention to her.

— She has a bag full of pacifiers and small dolls, it has become common to find some loose around the complex.

— She is shy, no matter who is talking to her, she will always hide behind you.

— When she is going to be breastfed, she usually gets sleepy and tearful.

— She is impatient, so she will cry whenever she wants something or just your attention.

— She's definitely quiet, even when she's crying from her years in the red room, but you're nothing but kind and careful with her.

— She wears pull-ups and her favorite moment is changing, where you always make sure she feels safe while applying baby creams over her body.

Obs: english is not my first language!

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This is so the Little!Natasha

˗ˏˋ★‿Teddy bear︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Thinking about gifting Natasha a teddy bear, after she confesses one night that she’s never had one.

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This was supposed to be a short drabble but it was too cute to stop :)

You watch as she flushes with slight embarrassment when you offer her the fluffy brown bear.

“I wanted you to have one baby, do you like it?”

She gives an unsure nod, as she blushes a deeper shade of red. “I, I’m not a child anymore though.. you didn’t have to get me one.”

You're aware of the way she's glaring at the bear, which under other circumstances you would find utterly adorable.

“Natasha, look at me.” She raises her eyes, “no, you are not a child, I know that my love. I just wanted to get you one.”

She still looks unsure, her eyes avoiding yours and her finger is tracing the bed sheet- telling you she’s uncomfortable.

You gently take the bear from where it was sitting in front of her and place it on the other side of the room, out of her view for now.

"Come 'ere” you mumble as you pat your lap.

She simply shuffles forward a little, closer to where you’re sitting; her gaze still not meeting yours.

“I didn’t mean there silly,” yet she leaves no indication she even heard your words. You give her a moment to see if she reacts or moves, but you're still met with nothing.

“May I?” You gesture to her lap instead, wanting her to look at you and knowing this was the easiest way.

Nat gives a small nod, but at your brow raise, she sighed out a “yes”.

You quickly move to settle on her lap, your legs falling either side of her. Her hands coming to rest on your waist, while your hands cup her cheeks. You both cherish moments like this, simply getting to hold each other close and know that you're loved dearly.

Tilting her head up with your hands, you finally meet her eyes again, “there’s my pretty girl.”

Nat blushes and tries to drop her head, but your hands hold her up, “ah ah ah don’t hide from me.”

Finding her absolutely precious, you lean in to press some sweet kisses to her lips. Thankful to see the smile that creeps up on her face after you do so.

You softly utter, “I’m sorry that I upset you my love, we can get rid of it, it’s not a big deal, okay?”

Natasha sighs, and her fingers busy themselves by scrunching and fiddling with your jumper.

“You didn’t upset me.”

You’re not sure that’s truthful but you see nothing but honesty in her eyes.

“Okay…well would you like to help me understand what you’re thinking about?”

“It’s nothing really..”

“Tasha, your brain is working overtime, I can tell.”

She shakes her head.

"Why else wouldn't you be looking at this face?" you ask sarcastically with a smug smile showing on your lips.

You’re glad to hear Nat chuckle at you being silly, making you kiss her cheek as you patiently wait for her to answer you.

“Just, I’m not a child anymore.”

You nod, a little confused. “I know that baby.”

“But you don’t want me to miss out.”

“I don’t, that’s true. I wish you had gotten the childhood you deserved. However, if you don’t want me to do these things, that’s more than okay. You never have to, sweetheart.”

“But I- I do, I do want those things.” She buries her head into your shoulder, “I’m sorry this isn’t making any sense.”

You rub her back gently, “we’re in no rush hm? Just take your time to think and tell me how you feel.”

She nods into you, before looking up at you with a slight pout. That’s another thing about Natasha, whenever you talk about more sensitive topics, she sort of puts her walls back up. She finds it hard to ask for affection so openly, reverting back to her old mindset, until you help snap her back into life now.

You stroke back some strands of hair in her face, before cupping her cheek. You pout back slightly, seeing a smirk arise on her face, before you lean forward to peck her lips once again.

She grabs your hand so she can play with your fingers, as she takes a deep breath to prepare.

“I um.. I want those things, with you, I do. I just don’t know how to let you, or how to um make it feel ‘right’ I suppose. I was never allowed to be a child when I was actually a child. Now I’m allowed, when I’m not a child anymore. It’s a lot to understand.”

"I bet it is a lot to understand, especially when you're keeping it to yourself huh?"

She averts eye contact once again, and this time you allow her to.

"It's not easy to talk about," she mumbles out, hearing a crack in her voice.

You crane your neck to glance at her face, noticing her eyes starting to water.

"Hey hey angel it's okay," you climb off her lap, and pull her into your arms instead.

Instead of pushing you away this time, she quietly tucks her head into your chest, undoubtedly still upset with bringing her trauma up. Despite being together for almost a year, you've only ever seen her cry a handful of times, and each time you've noticed how silent she is. She still likes to hide it best she can, it makes her vulnerable in her mind, and all Natasha was taught was to be strong and show no weakness.

"Natty," you gently try to guide her head out of you chest so she's looking at you. It isn't an easy task as she shakes her head and fights against moving away from you, wanting to keep her tears hidden in your chest. You attempt to move away again, but when you hear the loudest whine you've ever heard from Natasha- you accept that she can't handle that yet.

Resting a hand on the back of her head, as you comb through her hair; your other hand intertwined with one of Nat's. Upon hearing sniffles and shuddering breaths, you lean down to rest your lips on her head- occasionally shushing her. "Shhh shhh let it all out, I've got you," she responds to your words with whines. "Don't hold your feelings back, let them out, you're safe Natty."

She slowly starts letting out cries, which become louder and louder. You continue to hold her close, gently caressing her hair and back, as she lets out her feelings.

A moment passes, and her cries have shifted to quiet sniffles. After pressing a lingering kiss to her temple you ask, "do you trust me baby?"

She immediately mutters "mhm", while you untangle yourself to go retrieve the bear you left behind. She does let you go, but not without a whine, and you watch her hand make a fist and then reach out- doing grabby hands for you.

You kiss one of her palms that’s reached out, then say, “I’m coming back, just two seconds sweet love.”

You grab the bear and rush back to the bed, where you guide her to sit between your legs, her back cosy against your front. You bring the bear to her arms instead of your own, leaning against her shoulder saying "isn't he so fluffy?"

She lets out a watery chuckle before mumbling,"she.”

"Oh she's a girl huh?"

"Uh huh, Berry.” She’s going along with it but even when sitting behind her you can see the red that tints her face and neck.

"Good choice sweetheart, you like her?"

She nods, and tilts her head back towards you. "Thank you," she kisses your lips softly. "Mm you're welcome, thank you for sharing your feelings with me. I'm very proud of you."

She blushes even more at your words, making you chuckle, "Such a good girl for me."

"Y/nnnn!" she whines as she hides her face in her hands.

“Whatttt?” You whine back playfully, not able to resist pressing kisses to her shoulder at how adorable she’s acting.

"You're a tease," Natasha groans out as she shifts to face you.

You giggle, "uh huh, and you love it angel."

She gives a slow nod in response, becoming a little more serious, "I do love it, and I love you, and thank you."

"I love you too Nat, but why are you thanking me?"

"Thank you for healing little me."

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and thank you to my baby for healing little me too :D mmmmmmwah

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Little!Natasha who is just a needy and sensitive little girl

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₊ ⊹ sugar comes a long way ! ₊ ⊹

pairings: cg!nat romanoff x little!reader

summary: mama nat takes care of her diabetic tot!

tags: diabetic reader, comfort, insulin pump, pacis, bottles

notes: requested by anon ! not my best and kinda rushed sorri anon :(( i don’t know much about diabetes so i hope i did you justice

Waking up with a prick wasn’t very fun. You told Nat that it was better for her to change your pump when you were sleeping because you really hated anything sharp.

“Sh, it’s okay, bug. All done!”

You sat up, messy hair and all.

“You wanna pick out a sticker to hold it in place?”

It was the morning, mama always let you sleep in her bed when you felt small so waking up with her snuggling you wasn’t rare. Sometimes she’d wake you up with tickles.

You rummaged through the sticker bin, you had all kinds of patterns. From dinos to stars. Today, you picked out a lady bug pattern. The red reminded you of mama.

“Good choice, bug. Let’s have some breakfast, yeah?”

“ ‘kay!”

She stuck the sticker onto your insulin pump and gave you a gentle kiss on your check. “you’re such a strong kid, honey. You know that, right?”

Your mama hated having to change your insulin pump. She always felt guilty having to prick you and disturb your naps. But you always reassured her that it was okay! She made everything easier. She knew the signs when your blood sugar was getting low and always had a juice box in your diaper bag.

On your bad days, where you felt weak and groggy, she let you lay on her and fuss.

“ ‘m strong cause of mama.”

She went to caress your cheek, “you make me strong!”

She placed you in your play pen as she made breakfast. You busied yourself with your legos and stuffies. Soft russian music played throughout the house. You had your paci in your mouth, fidgeting with the handle.

In the kitchen, Nat made french toast with sliced bananas. She put sprinkles on your toast, always.

Once she finished laying down the table, she went to grab you. “Okay, kid, let’s eat some yums.”

“Yums!”

“That’s right!”

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Cg!Yelena Who makes pasta for little! Reader and braids your hair.

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Just Little!Rio and Cg!Agatha