#cg!natasha romanoff

[spacecowboyy0]

bucky barnes deserves baby reg reader!!!!

i completely agree!! i saw a tiktok of a mom who brought her kid to a martial arts gym so she could practice and her kid had a little set up in the corner and one comment said: “You watch Bluey while momma chokes the life outta someone, k pumpkin?” and i thought that was hilarious, so that's the inspo for this

notes: cg!bucky, cg!nat and reader live together but buck and nat are not in a relationship (i think they're both super gay)

~1k words

You enter the boxing gym on Bucky’s hip, head resting on his shoulder. A group of you planned to spar together in a gym that you have access to. Peter had saved the owner’s daughter from getting robbed one night and now he could use the gym whenever he wanted. At least once a month you, Peter, Natasha, Bucky, Matt, Frank and Wade (sometimes a few other vigilantes) sparred together. You had planned on sparring but when you woke up feeling smaller than usual, Bucky decided it would be best if you didn’t participate (you were a little disappointed but still happy to come). 

Matt, Frank and Peter are already there when the three of you arrive. Natasha trails behind Bucky, holding two gym bags and your backpack. You squeal when you see the others, slapping your hand against Bucky’s chest in excitement. He laughs and bounces you a bit before letting you down. You run to Peter and give him a big hug. 

“Hey Petey!”

“Hi bug! No sparring for you today?” 

“Nu uh, papa says ‘m too small.” You look beside him where Matt and Frank are watching the interaction. Matt greets you with a small wave and you give him a quick hug before turning your attention to Frank. You raise your arms, requesting to be picked up, and try to give him a convincing look. 

“Please Frankie?” He tries to keep his hard expression but everyone knows he has a soft spot for you anyway, so he lifts you into his arms. When you snuggle into him, he smiles a little bit, but enough for Peter, Matt, and Wade (who just came over) to notice. They give him teasing looks and Frank just rolls his eyes.

Natasha sets down your backpack, and pulls out a blanket to spread out beside it. Frank carries you over to your area, in a spot close to all the action. He places you down on the blanket and then hands you your sketchbook and markers from your bag. You smile up at him gratefully, and he gives you a pat on the head before heading towards the ring. Nat crouches down in front of you, a soft look on her face. 

“You sit here and watch mama kick these boy’s asses, alright pumpkin?”

“Yeah!”

They’re right over there, you can literally see all of them, and yet you feel left out and needy. Colouring inside the lines is too frustrating but you can’t let go enough to scribble like you want. You tear up, getting overwhelmed by your confusing emotions. As it happened, you are in the presence of people trained to be observant, so it doesn’t take long for someone to notice your tears. Nat is fighting Matt in the ring, so Wade nudges Bucky, who stands beside him as they watch the match.

“Buck, your kid’s crying.” Bucky looks over his shoulder to where you are on your blanket with wide, wet eyes, and your bottom lip wobbling. He jogs over to you, and carefully picks you up. 

“What’s up baby?” He looks concerned as he wipes your tears with his thumb and then softly brushes your hair out of your face. 

“I dunno, jus’ feel sad ‘n miss you.” 

“Aww kid, you can keep me company while I watch the others spar ok?” You nod, sniff, and rest your head on his shoulder. He makes sure you’re secure in the crook of his arm before rifling through your bag and grabs your pacifier. He taps it against your lips and you open your mouth slightly to accept it. He walks back over to the others who are watching by the sidelines, and you hear Peter coo when you get close. 

“We got a gym baby with us?”

Bucky bounces you a bit and then turns his body so you can see Peter. You look spaced out and cozy as you rest against Bucky. The group only stays about 10 minutes longer, and the whole time you’re attached to Bucky. 

When you get back to the apartment, you lie on the bed, waiting for Bucky to get out of the shower. You play with the ring on your pacifier and roll around on the duvet. You perk up when you hear the bathroom door open, and reach out for him as he comes out. 

“I’ll be right there cutie, let me get something quick.” You grumble and watch him as he walks over to the closet and pulls fabric out of a box. 

It was Bucky’s birthday recently and Peter gifted him a special fabric that he can use to carry you around the house. There hasn’t been an opportunity to try it yet, but you’re currently clingy and tiny, and dinner needs to be made, so it’s the perfect time. 

You watch with curiosity as Bucky wraps the fabric around his stomach and then pulls it over his shoulders. 

“Alright come here baby.” He reaches his hands out and you crawl over to him. He picks you up under your armpits and rests you against his chest. You’re squished against him so you can’t see what he’s doing but you feel the fabric wrap around you, making you nice and snug. You take a moment to shift around, getting used to the new position. 

Bucky watches as you wiggle a bit before closing your eyes and relaxing fully. When he walks into the kitchen, where Nat is chopping carrots, she coos when she sees you and pauses her cutting to brush her hand over your head lovingly. 

“We got a little snug bug hm?”

“I think we gotta get this soup started so this one can eat. That sound good baby?” With your eyes closed, you respond with a quiet “mhm” and Bucky kisses the top of your head. 

i've been meaning to write for bucky so thanks for the push anon!

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

hiii cutie angel💕💕

could you write something mama!wandanat and little!fem!reader

maybe a bedtime routine and we sneak in wanda and natties bed for cuddle in the middle of the night maybe a bad dream?

thanks lovely

-🧸

Little!Reader x Cg!Natasha Romanoff x Cg!Wanda Maximoff - Bedtime

Word count: 1032

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The second the first yawn escaped your lips Natasha and Wanda were by your sides. “Hey little dove,” Wanda cooed, sitting down by your side on the couch. Natasha reached over to switch off the tv before placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Mama thinks it’s time for bed,” she hummed gently, pulling you into her arms.

“Bed time,” you parroted, already feeling sleepy.

“That’s right baby,” Wanda praised. “Would you like a bottle?” You nodded eagerly, clambering up from the couch. Natasha laughed, pulling you back down.

“Not so fast malysh, bath time first.” You whined but didn’t argue further as Natasha lifted you off the couch. She brought you into the bathroom while Wanda went off to make your bottle. Natasha sat you on the side of the bath while she ran the water. “Go pick your bubbles moya devochka,” Natasha instructed. You opened up the bathroom cabinet, pulling out your favourite bubble bath - strawberry. Natasha poured some into the water, mixing it around and making sure the temperature was good. “Alright, let’s get you in.” Natasha gently helped you undress and climb into the water. She washed you down with a washcloth and then washed your hair before letting you play with your bath toys. You hadn’t realised how tired you’d really been until you found yourself yawning and struggling to keep your eyes open only five minutes later. “Alright, let’s get my girl nice and toasty,” Natasha cooed. She lifted you from the bath and wrapped you up in a fluffy towel. She dried you off quickly, lightly tickling your skin to get you giggling as she went. “Who’s my happy baby?” She smiled, poking your cheek playfully.

“Mama’s baby!” You giggled excitedly.

“That’s right my dove, now how about some jammies?” You nodded and Nat guided you into your bedroom where Wanda was waiting with your favourite pyjamas.

“Mummy,” you beamed,

“Hello sweet dove,” Wanda pulled you into her arms and you burrowed your face in her neck sleepily. “Let’s get your hair brushed, hm?” You sat down beside the bed and Wanda brushed your hair out gently before carefully tying it into two braids - making sure it never hurts you. While she did this Natasha started preparing the room for you to sleep; closing the curtains, turning on your white noise machine and swapping out the overhead light for the fairy lights which decorate your bedroom. Once your hair was done Wanda helped you up onto the change table, you lay down, falling into routine easily. Wanda helped you into a pull-up and then your soft pyjamas which were a light yellow colour and dotted with small pink flowers. “Look at that, my baby, all nice and warm,” Wanda cooed and pressed a kiss to your belly before pulling your shirt all the way down.

Natasha swooped in and carried you to your bed, you immediately bundled your stuffies up in your arms, sleep approaching quickly. Natasha lifted your soft duvet up to your chin, it was pink and covered in pretty butterflies, it was your favourite because your mamas had picked it out for you. Natasha knelt beside the bed, taking your bottle and holding it to your lips, she used the other hand to gently stroke her finger against your cheek in a soothing motion. Wanda began to sing softly to you in Sokovian and you quickly slipped into a peaceful sleep.

It was only a few hours later when you were ripped from your slumber by a violent and scary nightmare. You woke up gasping for air and trembling in fear of something you couldn’t remember whether was real or not. Your Mamas were gone, logically you knew they were in their own beds but a part of you worried they were somewhere scarier. Needing to make sure your mamas were ok you climbed out of bed, grabbing your teddy bear for safety in numbers. You tiptoed out of bed, you felt a little bit bad because Wanda and Nat always said you needed to stay in bed because you needed lots of sleep but if they were hurt you had to help them. You shuffled down the hall and poked your head into their bedroom. They were both asleep, the gentle rise and fall of their chests peaceful and even. If you were super quiet they probably wouldn’t even notice. Carefully you crept across the soft carpet, just as you got to the bed you misstep, causing a loud creak to rattle around the room. You froze, but Natasha was up in a second, immediately ready to defend. She relaxed when she saw you frozen at the end of the bed. “What happened, baby dove?” She cooed, beckoning you up onto the bed. You crawled across the bed, burrowing yourself between Wanda and Natasha.

“Bad dream,” you whispered in Natasha’s ear, not wanting to wake Wanda.

“Oh poor Malysh,” Natasha sighed, gently stroking your cheek. “Well you’re all safe now and Mama is gonna make sure no more scary dreams can get you.” You nodded, resting your head against Natasha’s chest.

“Thanks mama,”

“No problem moya lyubov',” she cooed. You gently held your hand out to Wanda’s sleeping face, feeling her breath against your skin to assure yourself she was ok. “Mummy is a very deep sleeper isn’t she?” You nodded with a yawn. “She gets scary dreams sometimes too, you know that? So does mama.” You looked up with wide eyes, you’d always thought Mama and Mummy were too big for scary dreams. “But we take care of eachother, just like we take care of you and you take care of us. That’s what families are for.” She punctuated her sentence with a kiss to your nose which caused you to giggle and poke her cheeks. “Give your mummy a goodnight kiss,” Natasha urged quietly and you leant over to press a soft kiss to Wanda’s cheek. Even though she was asleep you hoped it would make her dreams much nicer. Natasha handed you your pacifier which had been left on her bedside table and curled up between your mamas you fell into a peaceful sleep once again.

[alittlespa-gay-ceforme]

eeee!! Reqs are open I didn't know that!! If you don't mind!!! Could you do little Wanda and ch Natasha? From marvel? If you're comfy with those!! If not that's okay tysm either way!!

As requested. The color scheme tripped me up the most I fear. Pics are from pinterest & pngs are from tumblr, as usual!

[justalilecho]

HI HI!!!! Can I quest a ummm aaaaaa little Wanda n cg Natasha moodboard? If not that otay!!! I love wanna as a cg but thinks could be flip sometimes just more cg than little. Tysm eithe way!

Okay, so I realized as I started making this I HC Wanda to be a middle regressor like between 7-10 just before the incident happened. Also I've now got a list of HC going for CG!Natasha and a list for little!Wanda~

Cg!Natasha Romanoff and her Little!Wanda Maximoff~

(If you have a request feel free to send it in!)

[butterflysplayground]

caregiver natasha romanoff moodboard

[piinktearxs]

my fics/headcanons!!

please note that I only write cg!character x reader w the occasional sib prompt (like sib!jack or sib!peter) i feel weird headcannoning characters I hc as carers as fellow littles, but if someone wants to take a prompt I’ve written and change the script a bit feel free to! Just tag me so I can like it :)

supernatural

personal tfw headcanons

bunny food (munchkin x cgs!dean and sam)

mcu

none yet!

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Our Baby.

Best Friends!Wandanat x little!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are best friends who have always only been that, but when you come crashing into their lives and take on the roles of caregiver will their relationship deepen?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Age Regression, mentions of stress and being overwhelmed, caregiver/regressor, fluffy, comfort

Authors note: I saw a post about two best friends being caregivers for someone and this happened sooooo let me know if you want more

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

Wanda and Natasha had been inseparable for years. The two women were practically extensions of one another, sharing a bond so deep that they didn’t think anyone could ever come between them. That is, until you came crashing into their lives—quite literally.

It had been a particularly hectic day in the city. You were rushing down the sidewalk, juggling your tote bag and a stack of books, when you collided headlong into two very sturdy figures. Hot liquid splashed everywhere, the unmistakable aroma of coffee filling the air.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, immediately dropping your things to grab napkins from your bag. You looked up, your wide, apologetic eyes meeting two startled, but intrigued, gazes.

Wanda smiled gently, already sensing the warmth and innocence radiating from you. “It’s alright. No harm done.”

Natasha, on the other hand, smirked, brushing coffee from her leather jacket. “You’ve got quite the impact for someone so small.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you continued to stammer apologies, your hands nervously twisting the napkins. Something about their presence was overwhelming—but not in a bad way. It felt… safe, somehow.

That moment sparked the beginning of something neither Wanda nor Natasha had anticipated. They’d initially invited you out to lunch to reassure you that everything was fine. But one lunch turned into several, and soon, the two heroines found themselves eagerly waiting for your next meeting. You were sweet, playful, and endearing in a way they couldn’t quite describe.

Wanda and Natasha hadn’t immediately noticed your little tendencies. You were so good at masking that even they, two of the most observant people you’d ever met, didn’t put it all together right away. But over time, the signs began to show.

It started with little things. Like the time you fell asleep on their couch during a movie night. Wanda, ever the caregiver, went to drape a blanket over you and froze mid-motion. Your thumb was tucked in your mouth, and you were suckling softly in your sleep. She didn’t say anything at first, but the sight stuck with her.

Then there was your choice of drinkware. You always seemed to have colorful tumblers with cartoon characters on them. Wanda thought they were cute, but Natasha couldn’t help but tease you about your “sippy cups.” You only giggled nervously, brushing it off as something you just liked.

The biggest hint came the first time they asked you to spend the night unexpectedly. They could see the hesitation in your face before you shyly asked, “Can I go home to grab something first? I, um, I need my stuffie to sleep.” You didn’t elaborate, but they saw the soft blush dusting your cheeks as you avoided eye contact. Natasha, being Natasha, simply smirked and said, “Of course, detka. Everyone needs their comforts.”

But the moment of clarity came on a particularly stressful day for you. It had been weeks of mounting pressure from college—assignments, deadlines, and social obligations piling up until you couldn’t take it anymore. You showed up at their apartment in tears, unable to mask how overwhelmed you felt.

Wanda had just opened the door when you pushed past her, pacing in the living room. “Ish no fair!” you cried, your voice higher-pitched and trembling. “They ep ivin me too mush stuffs, an I an’t do it! I an’t—I no wanna!”

Wanda blinked, stunned for a moment before her motherly instincts kicked in. “Sweetheart,” she cooed, stepping closer. “Baby, hey, hey, it’s okay. Come here.” She gently guided you to the couch, her soothing voice and soft hands calming you just enough to sit down.

But as you tried to explain what was wrong, the words tumbled out in a way that surprised even you. “Ish so dumb! olege is too hard, an I just wan loler or wash toons. I no wan do big peoples stuff!” you wailed, curling up with your stuffie tightly clutched to your chest.

Natasha, who had been watching quietly, crouched in front of you. Her sharp, calculating gaze softened as she reached out to hold your hand. “Woah, those are some really big things to deal with, little one,” she said gently, her tone surprisingly tender. “Way too big for you to be thinking about, don’t you think?”

Wanda nodded, sitting beside you and rubbing your back. “Exactly. Mama and Daddy are here to take care of the big stuff, okay? You just focus on being our sweet little girl.”

You sniffled, looking up at them with wide, watery eyes. “Really?”

Natasha smiled, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Really. Let us handle it. You just stay small for us, alright?”

That was the day things changed. They didn’t just accept your regression—they embraced it wholeheartedly. From that point on, they made sure you always had a safe space to be yourself, no matter how little you felt. 

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It had been a few months since Wanda and Natasha had fully embraced being your caregivers. Their small apartment had worked for a while, but it was quickly becoming clear that it wasn’t enough space for the three of you—especially when you regressed and wanted to run around or build blanket forts. Wanda had been the first to bring up the idea of moving, and Natasha, took the lead in making it happen.

Of course, they didn’t tell you right away. They wanted it to be a surprise.

One sunny afternoon, Wanda and Natasha took you on what they called a "special outing." You didn’t think much of it at first, happily clutching your favorite stuffed animal as they guided you out to the car. But as the drive continued and the scenery shifted from busy city streets to quiet suburban neighborhoods, your curiosity piqued.

“Where are we going?” you asked, bouncing slightly in your seat.

Wanda smiled from the passenger seat, turning to look at you. “You’ll see soon, baby. Be patient.”

Natasha smirked from the driver’s seat. “I think you’ll like it, detka. It’s a big surprise.”

When the car finally pulled into the driveway of a charming two-story house, your jaw dropped. The exterior was painted a deep, calming blue with crisp white accents, and there was a small front porch with enough room for a swing. The yard was spacious and inviting, with plenty of room for you to play.

Wanda stepped out first, holding her hand out for you. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go take a look.” You held her hand, your stuffie in the other.

As soon as you stepped inside, you were in awe. The interior was just as beautiful as the outside, with a clean palette of whites and deep blues that felt cozy yet elegant. Your little heart couldn’t contain the excitement as you clutched your stuffed animal tighter, your eyes darting around the open spaces and tall ceilings.

“This is ours?” you squeaked, looking up at Wanda with wide eyes.

“Not yet,” she said with a soft laugh. “We’re still deciding, but we wanted you to see it first.”

Natasha smirked, already following the realtor as she walked through the house, discussing what changes could be made before moving in. “Go on, malen'kaya,” Natasha encouraged, nodding toward the hallway. “Explore a little.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You darted off, your stuffie bouncing in your arms as you ran down the halls, peeking into each room. There was a large kitchen with an island perfect for baking cookies with Wanda, a spacious living room where Natasha would undoubtedly set up a big TV for movie nights, and upstairs, you found a bedroom that you just knew would be yours.

The house was perfect.

When you ran back to find Wanda and Natasha, they were standing in the living room with the realtor, discussing changes they’d like—adding a fence to the backyard for privacy, painting one of the upstairs bedrooms in softer, more playful tones, and installing blackout curtains in the master bedroom.

Natasha looked over as you skidded to a stop, a bright smile on her face. “What do you think, little one? Do you like it?”

“I love it!” you exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement.

Wanda knelt down and cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing over your soft skin. “Good. Because this is going to be your new home, sweetheart. Somewhere safe and quiet, just for us.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you threw your arms around her, your stuffie squished between you. Natasha joined the hug, wrapping her strong arms around the both of you.

“You two are the best,” you whispered, your voice muffled by Wanda’s shoulder.

“And you’re worth it, detka,” Natasha said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “This is just the beginning.”

[midastouch013]

Her Caregiver

TO THE ANON: I'm so sorry, I lost your request, but I hope this meets what you had requested

Summary: Natasha Romanoff has always managed to keep her little secret a secret, but what happens when she gets jealous of how you care for Wanda?

Warnings: Little/Caregiver, Jealousy, Little Nat, Little Wanda

P.S. Sorry for being so late, there was this retreat and there wasn't any reception there. Plus, I'm not sure if this is exactly how Caregiver and Little fics work, but I hope you like it.

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Natasha Romanoff sat in her room, her gaze drifting towards the stuffed animals arranged neatly on her bed. She had always been drawn to the softness and comfort they provided, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of her life as an Avenger. But there was something deeper behind her fascination with these childish trinkets, something she had never fully acknowledged until now.

She glanced at the door, her heart racing with uncertainty. She had been harboring a secret, one she hadn't dared to share with anyone, not even her closest friends. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was a little.

The thought both terrified and excited her. Terrified because she feared judgment and rejection from her peers. Excited because she longed for the care and comfort she had never allowed herself to experience. But most of all, she longed for someone to understand her, to see past the tough exterior she presented to the world.

That someone, she realized, was you.

You, her teammate, her friend, the one person she trusted above all others. She knew you had a kind heart and a gentle touch, qualities she desperately craved in a caregiver. But how could she ever admit such vulnerability to you? How could she risk tarnishing the image of the fearless Avenger you admired?

Natasha sighed, her fingers tracing the edges of a plush bear. She wished she could be brave enough to ask for what she needed, to shed the weight of her secrets and be truly seen. But fear held her back, fear of rejection, fear of ridicule, fear of being deemed unworthy of love.

And so, she buried her desires deep within her heart, locking them away behind walls of steel. But even the strongest barriers couldn't contain the longing in her soul, the ache for connection that refused to be silenced.

And so, a series of events were to set that day, one that would make her have you, as her caregiver, maybe even something more.

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In the quiet of the Avengers compound, a sudden disruption shattered the tranquility. Wanda Maximoff stumbled into the common area, her usually composed demeanor replaced by one of vulnerability. Sensing something amiss, you approached her, concern etched across your features.

"Hey, Wanda, what's wrong?" you asked gently, kneeling beside her as she curled up on the couch.

Wanda looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes. "I-I don't know," she whimpered softly.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe here," you assured her, offering a comforting smile. "Do you want a blanket?"

She nodded, sniffling, and you quickly fetched a blanket, wrapping it around her trembling form. Wanda leaned into your embrace, finding solace in the warmth you provided.

Meanwhile, Natasha observed from a distance, a pang of envy stirring within her. She watched as you comforted Wanda, offering the kind of care and tenderness that the redhead secretly longed for herself.

As Wanda began to relax under your gentle ministrations, Natasha couldn't help but approach, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Is she okay?" Natasha inquired softly, her eyes flickering between you and Wanda.

"Yeah, she just slipped into her little space," you explained, shooting Natasha a reassuring smile. "She'll be alright, though."

Natasha nodded, but the jealousy still gnawed at her, a silent reminder of her own unspoken desires.

Feeling a sudden urge to help, Natasha joined you and Wanda, offering her assistance.

"Can I help?" Natasha asked, her voice gentle.

"Of course, Nat. Can you grab her favorite stuffed animal from her room?" you suggested.

Natasha nodded and disappeared momentarily, returning with Wanda's beloved toy. She handed it to Wanda with a soft smile, and Wanda's face lit up at the sight of it.

With Natasha's help, you continued to comfort Wanda, ensuring she felt safe and loved in her vulnerable state.

Later, when you and Natasha found yourselves alone, Natasha couldn't resist commenting on your compassion.

"Hey, I just wanted to say… you're really good with her," Natasha admitted, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Thanks, Nat. I just want to make sure she feels safe and loved," you replied sincerely.

Natasha nodded, but there was a sadness in her eyes that you couldn't quite place.

"Are you okay?" you asked, sensing her unease.

Natasha forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

You accepted her answer, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Natasha's emotions than she let on.

As the evening wore on, Natasha's jealousy and insecurity continued to fester, gnawing at her from the inside out. Feeling overwhelmed, she excused herself from the common area and retreated to the solitude of her room.

Alone in the dimly lit space, Natasha paced back and forth, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She knew she shouldn't let herself succumb to her little space, that she needed to remain strong and in control. But the more she fought against it, the more the longing tugged at her heartstrings.

"I can't let this happen," she muttered to herself, clenching her fists in frustration. "I have to stay in control."

But the more she fought against it, the stronger the pull became, until Natasha found herself sinking onto her bed, her resolve crumbling like sand between her fingers. Tears pricked at her eyes as she surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotion.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to no one in particular, feeling the weight of her own inadequacy bear down upon her.

Meanwhile, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. Natasha's sudden disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed, and you knew that she was struggling with something deeper than she let on.

Determined to offer her support, you made your way to her room, the hallway stretching out before you like an endless expanse of uncertainty. With each step, your concern grew, mingling with a sense of urgency that propelled you forward.

Standing before Natasha's closed door, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. You raised your hand and knocked softly, the sound echoing in the silence of the hallway.

"Natasha?" you called out tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper. "Are you in there?"

Inside the room, Natasha's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But deep down, she knew that she couldn't keep her struggles hidden forever.

"Come in" she said softly, so soft that you almost missed it.

As you stepped into Natasha's room, your eyes fell upon her huddled form on the bed, her posture small and vulnerable. For a moment, you were taken aback, the sight of Natasha in her little state catching you completely off guard.

"Natasha?" you murmured softly, your voice laced with genuine surprise. "I… I didn't realize…"

But before you could finish your sentence, you noticed the way Natasha's shoulders tensed, her expression shifting from vulnerability to embarrassment. It was as if she had been caught in a moment of weakness, a side of herself she had never intended for anyone to see.

Feeling a pang of guilt for intruding upon her private moment, you quickly reassured her, "It's okay, Natasha. You don't have to explain anything to me."

But Natasha recoiled slightly, her gaze averted as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She felt exposed, as if the carefully constructed walls she had built around herself had crumbled to dust, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for you to see me like this."

You approached her slowly, your movements gentle and deliberate as you reached out a hand to offer her comfort. "It's okay, Natasha," you repeated softly. "You don't have to apologize for being yourself."

But Natasha couldn't shake the feeling of shame that gnawed at her from within. She had spent so long hiding this part of herself from the world, afraid of being judged or rejected. And now, with you standing before her, seeing her at her most vulnerable, she couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming inadequacy.

As you sat beside Natasha on the bed, a sense of determination washed over you. You refused to let Natasha grapple with her inner turmoil alone, especially now that you knew about this vulnerable side of her.

With gentle determination, you wrapped your arms around Natasha, pulling her into a comforting embrace. She tensed at first, still feeling the weight of embarrassment and shame, but gradually, she began to relax into your touch, allowing herself to be held.

"I'm here for you, Natasha," you whispered softly, your voice a soothing balm to her wounded soul. "You don't have to face this alone."

Natasha's breath hitched as tears welled up in her eyes, the floodgates of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. But you held her steady, offering her the strength and support she so desperately needed.

With a trembling hand, you brushed away her tears, your touch gentle and reassuring. "Let me take care of you," you murmured, your words a promise of unwavering love and support.

As Natasha nestled into your comforting embrace, her vulnerability laid bare before you, you knew that she needed more than just words of reassurance. With tender care, you gently brushed her hair away from her tear-stained cheeks, your touch eliciting a soft sigh from her trembling lips.

"Shh, it's okay, Natasha," you whispered soothingly, your voice a gentle melody in the quiet of her room. "You're safe here with me."

Natasha's breath hitched as she struggled to contain her emotions, but with your steady presence by her side, she began to relax into your embrace, allowing herself to be held.

In a moment of instinctive tenderness, you brought your thumb to your lips, offering it to Natasha. At first, she hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but you urged her gently, encouraging her to trust you.

"Here, Natasha," you murmured softly, your voice laced with warmth and affection. "It's okay to seek comfort in whatever way you need."

With a shaky breath, Natasha tentatively took your thumb into her mouth, her lips wrapping around it instinctively as she sought solace in the simple act of sucking. A sense of calm washed over her as she melted into your embrace, the rhythmic motion soothing her frayed nerves.

You smiled tenderly at her, your heart swelling with love and admiration for this strong and resilient woman who had entrusted you with her vulnerability. With each gentle stroke of your thumb against her lips, you offered her the comfort and care she so desperately needed, reaffirming your unwavering support for her.

And as Natasha nestled closer to you, her breathing slow and steady, you knew that in that moment, you had helped her find peace amidst the chaos of her inner turmoil. Together, you shared a bond that transcended words, a silent understanding forged in the crucible of vulnerability and acceptance.

With a contented sigh, Natasha closed her eyes, her grip on your thumb loosening as she drifted into a peaceful slumber. And as you held her close, you vowed to always be there for her, to offer her comfort and care whenever she needed it, for as long as she would have you by her side.

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As Natasha stirred from her peaceful slumber, she blinked groggily, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her mind. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she was no longer nestled in your comforting embrace, a sense of panic threatening to overtake her.

Frantically, she scanned the room, her eyes darting around in search of your familiar presence. But to her dismay, you were nowhere to be found, leaving her feeling abandoned and alone once more.

A wave of sadness washed over Natasha as she struggled to contain her rising emotions. Just when she thought she had found solace in your care, you had disappeared without a trace, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

With a heavy sigh, Natasha felt herself slipping back into her little space, her defenses crumbling as she sought refuge from the overwhelming sense of abandonment. She curled up on the bed, her thumb finding its way to her lips once more as she sought comfort in the familiar ritual.

But just as Natasha was on the brink of succumbing to her inner turmoil, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, drawing her attention away from her troubled thoughts. Hope blossomed in her chest as she heard the familiar sound of your voice, dispelling the darkness that threatened to consume her.

And then, to her immense relief, you appeared in the doorway, a warm smile gracing your lips as you greeted her with a tender gaze.

"Hey, Natasha," you said softly, your voice filled with warmth and affection. "I'm sorry I was gone for a moment. I just needed to use the washroom."

As Natasha took in your reassuring presence, a sense of calm washed over her, dispelling the last traces of her anxiety. She felt a surge of gratitude for your unwavering support, knowing that no matter how lost she felt, you would always be there to guide her through the darkness.

With a contented sigh, Natasha reached out to you, her small hand seeking yours in a silent gesture of gratitude and affection. And as you took her hand in yours, a sense of peace settled over her, knowing that with you by her side, she could weather any storm that came her way. As you sat beside Natasha, her hand in yours, a question lingered at the forefront of your mind. With a gentle squeeze of her hand, you summoned the courage to voice your curiosity.

"Natasha," you began softly, "do you know why you went into your little space earlier?"

Natasha's breath caught in her throat at your question, her heart racing with uncertainty. She had never intended for you to find out about this vulnerable side of her, and now that you were asking her about it, she felt a wave of apprehension wash over her.

"I... I don't know," she murmured hesitantly, her gaze flickering away from yours. "I guess... I guess I just felt overwhelmed."

You studied her carefully, sensing that there was more to her answer than she was letting on. "Is there something else, Natasha?" you pressed gently, your voice filled with concern.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her mind racing as she grappled with her inner turmoil. But then, with a shaky breath, she found the courage to speak her truth.

"I... I've always wanted to hide my little space from everyone," she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want anyone to know about this vulnerable side of me, especially not you."

The confession hung heavy in the air between you, a silent acknowledgment of Natasha's deepest fears and insecurities. And in that moment, you realized just how much she had been struggling, how much she had been hiding from you all this time.

"I'm sorry, Natasha," you murmured softly, your heart aching for her pain. "I had no idea."

But to your surprise, Natasha offered you a small smile, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "You couldn't have known."

A silence passed between you, and you could sense that she was debating on whether to tell you, so you stayed quiet, and waited.

As Natasha gathered her courage to share her feelings, she took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

"I… I need to tell you something," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You listened intently, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for Natasha to speak.

"I was… I was jealous of Wanda," Natasha admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "When I saw you with her, offering her comfort… I couldn't help but feel envious."

Her confession took you by surprise, a pang of guilt tugging at your heart as you realized the impact your actions had unknowingly had on Natasha.

"I'm sorry, Natasha," you murmured softly, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

But Natasha shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "It's not your fault," she reassured you gently. "I know you were just trying to help."

You studied her carefully, a sense of admiration swelling within you at her honesty and vulnerability. Despite her struggles, Natasha had found the courage to open up to you, to share her deepest fears and insecurities.

"Natasha," you began tentatively, your voice filled with sincerity, "I want you to know that I'm not Wanda's actual caregiver. I was just there to offer her comfort when she needed it."

To your relief, Natasha's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "I know," she replied softly. "And I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions."

With a sense of relief washing over you, you reached out to squeeze Natasha's hand in yours, a silent gesture of solidarity and support.

"Natasha," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, "would you let me be your caregiver? Not just as a friend, but as something more?"

For a moment, Natasha's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise at your heartfelt request. But then, to your immense relief, she nodded, a radiant smile spreading across her face.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "Yes, I would like that very much."

[imcelinee]

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!

[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Cg Wanda & little Natasha

Moodboard & Headcanons! TW: mentions of lack of food, getting hurt, pietro, mentions of nightmares

Moodboard:

Headcanons:

❤️ Natasha can be anywhere from 2-7 but sticks to the older range most of the time!

❤️Wanda adores doing her hair!! Doing hair is very special to her since pietro used to do hers.

❤️Natasha is an outdoors kiddo! She loves loves climbing and running around no matter the weather!!!

❤️Wanda has to drag her back inside with the promises of juice and a movie!!!

❤️Wanda bakes for Natasha all the time she adores making her girl happy especially since Natasha didn’t get anything other than the necessary food if that growing up.

❤️They live in an a farm style house away from most people for their privacy and it makes Natasha happy!!

❤️when Natasha asked for a treehouse Wanda was quick to magic one but Natasha whined about it so Wanda and Natasha spent hours and hours building her one. Now whenever Wanda can’t find her Natasha is surely in the treehouse.

❤️When they do go out into the town Wanda keeps a bag with her no matter how big Natasha is because she knows that anything in that store could trigger her regression or overwhelm her.

❤️Wanda is a natural caregiver and rarely out of her element but when Natasha is younger in her headspace? She is In her element she knows just what to do.

❤️Wanda loves loves to nap with Natasha and just hold her it helps both of them with their severe nightmares.

[spookyliltot]

Gender neutral little! reader + Cg! Natasha Romanoff (sfw age regression!) Divider isnt mine!

Baking with Mama Nat <3

Translations of endearment terms: "Золотце" = "Darling", "Пчелка"= Little bee

You waited patiently on the couch, watching your favorite cartoon while you did so. Mama and you had plans to make cookies later today! You were just waiting for her to get home, she was a hard worker and spent lots of time working. But she always made time for her baby.

You heard the jingle of keys from the other side of the door, you immediately hopped up and opened the door. Standing on t he other side was Natasha, holding her keys up to the door. She smiled.

"Hi baby" She walked in and sat her things down, then took off her shoes. Then she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and looked at you. You were wearing your favorite outfit, you had gotten all ready for your mama. "Look at my little one, gorgeous!" She smiled again.

You giggled and grabbed her hand. "Cookies!" You tried to lead her to the kitchen. She followed and rolled up her sleeves, then helped you roll yours up too. "What do we do before we bake?"

"Wash hands!" You said excitedly. "Good job" Your mama nodded, then helped you over to the sink and put some soap on her hands. Then she helped you wash your hands, as she washed hers. Once you both had washed your hands, she grabbed a hand towel and dried off your hands, then hers.

"Alright Золотце, lets get the ingredients out. We need sugar, eggs, flower, baking powder, and butter" She opened the cupboard and handed you the sugar, flower and baking powder. You sat it on the counter and started rummaging around in another cupboard for a bowl.

Natasha opened the fridge and got out the eggs and butter, sitting them on the counter. You handed her a bowl with a big smile. She placed her hand on your cheek and rubbed her thumb against it softly. "My sweet Пчелка" You smiled and leaned into her touch.

Nat sat the bowl down and started putting the dry ingredients into it, then the others shortly after, allowing you to help pour in a few things. "Good job baby" She put her hand on your back as you cracked the eggs into the bowl.

She handed you a spoon and let you mix it as much as you could, then she took over. She mixed it until it was mixed fully, then she pulled out a baking sheet. You both scooped little balls of cookie dough onto the tray.

"Okay honey, step away so Mama can put the cookies in the oven" She says, you stepped away and let her put the pan in. As soon as the oven was closed you rushed to the oven and looked through the little window thingie at the cookies.

You wanted to watch them bake, but Mama said you should go get into pjs and by the time you were done the cookies would be too. So you headed into your room and started looking for pjs. Natasha helped you pick out a pair of pjs that were (your favorite animal) themed and helped you into them. Then she put her own pjs on, a graphic t shirt and some shorts.

She grabbed your favorite paci and held it up to your mouth, you took it with a hum and hugged your mama.

"Alright babes, lets go check on those cookies" You both headed to the kitchen, she told you to stay back as she opened the oven and took the cookies out. You could smell them, they smelled soooo delicious! You wanted to just take one, but Mama put her hand in front of you.

"Too hot, little one" She explained, then picked you up to sit on the counter. She grabbed one of your bottles out of the cupboard and filled it with milk. Then she put a cookie on a plate and put it on the table, she helped you down and then had you sit at the table.

You both sat down and ate your cookies with milk :3 yippee!

[spacecowboyy0]

bucky and nats clingy baby who just cuddles with them and watches bluey even when they really need to get to that meeting atp gotta bring the baby into the meeting and let them watch bluey on their phone

this is a wonderful prompt thank you so much i needed this!

notes: clint says fucker, bucky and nat aren’t dating! reader lives with them though, bucky uses sign language which is in italics (i hope that's clear)

~900 words

You had been attached to Bucky and Nat all morning, you always had one point of contact with one of them. You deserved this day off so you allowed yourself to be small and indulged in your clingy needs. So you held Mama’s hand as she made coffee, sat in Papa’s lap while breakfast was cooking, held onto Mama’s arm as Papa fed you, and then relaxed in between the two while you watched Bluey on the couch. 

They had hoped to get you tired enough so that you could sleep through the meeting they had at 12. So they shut off Bluey, and put on some soft music while Nat sat with you in the rocking chair. You relaxed against her, closing your eyes as you were lulled into a smaller headspace, but you still weren’t tired enough to fall asleep. Nat tried to put you down on the bed, but you whined and reached out for her again. 

It was time for plan b, so Nat let Bucky take over. He got you bundled up, put you in the baby wrap and went on a walk outside. You tended to need movement to fall asleep for naps, so he hoped that as he walked, you’d finally tire out. Even while you were cozy, soothed by his movements, and snuggled against your caregiver, you were still awake. There wasn’t a chance you’d let anyone babysit you, so they decided to bring you to the meeting. The deal was that you could come along with them so long as you listened and didn’t cause any trouble. 

~

So that’s where you are now, walking into the meeting room (holding Mama’s hand of course). When the three of you enter, you see Wanda, Bruce, and Steve already there. You wave to them shyly, smiling at Wanda. Bucky takes a seat, and pulls you onto his lap. Nat takes the seat beside him and hands you her phone and your noise cancelling headphones. 

“Here baby, you can watch your show.” Your eyes light up and take the items. The rest of the team filters in, taking seats around the table. You see Peter walk in from the corner of your eye, and you wave excitedly at him. 

“Hii!!”

“Hey cutie! We got our emotional support bug for this meeting?”

“Yup!” Steve begins talking and you begin the episode of Bluey.

~

Time goes by, and you start to get bored and restless. You pause the show, slip the headphones off your ears and put them on the table. You look up at Bucky.

“Papa, can I play Minecraft?” He shushes you but nods, so he doesn’t interrupt Steve. He signs to you. Do you know how to get to the game? You also know how to sign, but when you’re little it’s harder to sign fluidly so you respond out loud. 

“Papa it’s you who doesn’t know how to work a phone! Not me!” He laughs quietly and pokes your side which makes you giggle. Ok hush, play it then.

You load your recent world, the one where you are trying to find villages so you can get a white cat, just like Alpine. The meeting continues, and for the most part you tune out what is being said, looking up occasionally. 

“The fucker really screwed up our plans.” Nat covers your ears with her palms and Clint winces. “Oops sorry kid.” You give him a toothy smile and Bucky just rolls his eyes. You look back down to your game and start walking in the direction of a plains biome. 

You gasp when you see a village in the distance and sprint there. You look around the village, searching for a glimpse of white. Just behind one of the houses you see a white tail, and you walk slowly over to it, trying to not scare it away. You manage to have just enough fish to tame it. 

“Petey!” You lean over the table as far as you can, and turn the phone so he can see your screen. “Look, I finally found a kitty jus’ like Alpine!”

The two of you have a weekend routine of playing Minecraft so he knows your search for a white cat. Peter laughs and gives you a thumbs up. You can see Bruce and Wanda, who sit on either side of him, smile at you. Bucky pulls you back down and puts his arms around you so you stay put. Nat leans close to you and whispers.

“Bug I know you’re excited but you gotta stay quiet ok? That was our agreement hun.” 

“Sorry Mama.” She gives you a kiss on your cheek and then leans back into her chair. You’re quiet the rest of the meeting, focusing on taking your new cat back to your base, and then doing some mining. You look up when you hear chairs scraping across the floor, and shuffling. People get up and leave, but you see Peter look your way. 

“Bug, did you make any progress?”

“Yeah! Got the kitty home ‘n then found some diamonds!” 

“Sick! You’re leveling up!” You giggle, and turn Nat’s phone off and hand it to her. You turn around in Bucky’s lap so you face him. 

“We done Papa?”

“Yeah, come on sweetheart, I heard that Bruce is making a late lunch for the team.”

i love peter he's so brother

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Cg!Natasha Romanoff Moodboard

It’s her birthday and I miss my mama <3

(HCs below the cut)

- would let you watch her practice ballet and if you wanted she’d teach you. She’d be very gentle about it and wouldn’t mind if you made mistakes because she just wants you to have fun

- she’s always braid your hair if you have long hair! She’d know the most pretty and intricate braids

- definitely spoils you rotten. She wants you to be able to have all of the things she never got growing up.

- she’d write you little letters and notes for when she’s away on a mission so that you don’t miss her too much

- lots and lots of cuddles when she gets back though!! She loves cuddling her baby and would wanna be near you all the time!! She’s such a clingy mama

- she makes lots of very silly jokes which aren’t that funny but always make you laugh because she tries so hard

[v3nusxsky]

Hi! Could you do a CG Natasha/Little!reader? Where the reader has abandonment issues, and severe separation anxiety ( due to basically being passed around the foster care system) and she breakes a cup on accident ( or breakes something) and panics because she thinks her momma will be mad and leave her and fluff/comfort happens?

Love bug

*Authors note~ Mars failing her driving exam with silly mistakes equals an Agere fic so I hope you all enjoy*

Trigger Warnings~ little r cg momma nat mentions of Wanda (aunt) hinted at foster care rough childhood and abuse

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

You were okay before she left, you managed to kiss her goodbye and totally didn't cry. Well you did but after she left. It was silly really, she'd be gone twelve hours maximum, the mission so low risk she'd be doing a duo rather than a whole team. Without you. Of course you worry for her, as she does for you, but for some reason this mission was hitting you hard. Perhaps it was the fact it was last minute or maybe you'd just been pretty sensitive today. But either way Natasha had asked Wanda if she'd keep an eye on you today. It made things easier for you to have someone around when Nat couldn't be there.

Natasha left about ten in the morning and you weren't expecting her to be there till ten at night, so of course you cried yourself to sleep for a nap. Your hope was that it would take up most the time but in fact you only managed to sleep for an hour and a half. You'd woken up feeling rather small, not really understanding you'd regressed or why you'd done so. But the list that you'd made yourself to keep yourself busy and fully distracted from your lover's absence was forgotten.

Without the mental capacity to even consider doing all your adult you tasks you just rolled over and snuggled into your Mama's pillow, nuzzling into her scent hoping to convince yourself she was truly right her. It did nothing but make you miss her more now. Crying was your only reaction to this and that's how Wanda found you when an hour later. Eyes now puffy and red as you sobbed for your Mama. "Oh darling, are we a little one?" Wanda murmured gaining your attention and receiving a small nod and whimper of "Auntie Wan" accompanied but sniffed and whimpers."I'm here lovely, what can Auntie Wanda do for you?"

"Wan Mama" you whimpered, pouting at the mind reading witch. "Oh I know my darling girl, remember Auntie Wands can read your mind?" Her attempt to get you off of seeking out Natasha seemed to work for now, you gasped as if you didn't already know this information. That was how Wanda was stopped showing you call little tricks with her magic that had you amazed and mesmerised on her rather than who wasn't here. With the promise of more tricks with her magic she managed to convince you to come and settle down with the team. They loved when you regressed and your little state loved them just as much.

You spent hours with the team, even eating a little as auntie Wanda made sure Bucky and Thor were unsuccessful in their attempts to try and "steal" your food of your plate. You giggled every time the tried and wands would remove their hands with magic. Tony filled your mind of all these cool toys he could design for you and all the gadgets he could make for his favourite little Avenger. You didn't know you were the only little Avenger and you most certainly didn't know that your Mama and Auntie Wanda would string Tony up the second they thought you'd be in any danger.

Natasha was due back in an hour and a half now. The team watching all the movies your little headspace loves to watch, in fact you'd began with 101 Dalmatian's so it only made sense you'd watch 102 and 103 Dalmatian's. In fact on the third film Wanda decided everyone should have a warm drink to settle themselves for bed. Really it was so you didn't feel alone when she asked you to have your night time drink. Your headspace meant you were willing to drink from a cup with some support so Wanda happily helped you drink. But one time you got brave, curiosity running through your mind as you attempted to be a big girl and make your Mama proud. But the crash of the mug smashing on the ground startled everyone, your warm drink spilling everywhere amongst the shattered mug. Immediately, you began to attempt to clean the mug, not realising in your little state you could hurt yourself, and mumbled "Im sorry! I'm so sorry! Mama gone be mad me I sworry wan no tells Mama on mes? I fix I fix it please no want mana leave."

Bucky attempted to come near you only causing you to shrink further into the mess and cry a plea of forgiveness and that you'd fix it. You didn't want to hurt again. You wanted to make sure your Mama didn't hate you, that she would stay with you and that she still loved you. All these people were wrong, and that made you mad. You wanted your Mama and the fact they wouldn't get her caused a meltdown.

Wanda quickly became the gravity for you, ushering the men away from the room and immediately scooping your crying form off the floor and using her magic to clean the mess. "Hushhhh little one, it's okay it's all clean. All gone. No one is mad. Your Natty is still gonna love her precious girl I promise" Wanda soothed as you sobbed into her shoulder hiccuping through them. "Shh little one. I'm here aren't I? Did I go?" Causing you to shake your head, "want Mama."

"Did I hear my Lovebug wants her Mama?" Natasha's voice rang through the compound causing you to stifle a sob and gasp clinging to Wanda. Although you wanted Nat more than life itself but the fear of her getting mad at you for the mug and leaving you alone. "I'm sorry no let hurt me. I'm sorry mama I no mean do it I try fix" you whimpered showing your hands that Wanda had magic bandaids on for you. "Oh my little Lovebug, Mama isn't mad I promise. I'm here baby I promise and so is Wands here. She took care of you for me huh?" You nodded and pointed to the television where the white spotted dogs were. "Ah I see you had doggies on huh? You must be super tired love bug. I think it's time my lovely girl gets some rest with me. Wanna cuddle my baby while we sleep" she whispered kissing your head as Wanda helped guide you into Natasha's arms. From there you'd have a few more meltdowns before drifting off to sleep with your head buried into her neck.

Word count~ 1178

[justalilecho]

Hi hi!!!! If you’re not too busy do you think you could do a Natasha romanov caregiver moodboard? For a toddler regressor please (if you’re comfy including a pull up that would be awwwsome! If not that’s totally okay too!) tysm!!

Natasha is my 2nd favorite Marvel character and a fictional caregiver along with Wanda~

Cg!Natasha Romanoff and her toddler regressor moodboard~

(Moodboard requests open. Feel free to send one in!)

[alittlespa-gay-ceforme]

🎵Here we go againnnnn, made a moodboard for a friennnddd🎵 for part four of "Their Girl"

@sunflowerandsunshinebaby

(Pics from le pinterest)