#post birth

[feeling-pushy]

Monatnha @ 40 weeks

His little Sprout is born!

Welcome to the world little Rosie!

[hazbin-dads]

Congrats on your deer little fawn! You, Lucifer, and Adam should be proud.

Lucifer: *sits in a nearby recovery room, pale and shaken, one hand pressed to his mouth while the other rests protectively over his own stomach. The moment he hears footsteps, his head snaps up* How’s Adam? The baby? Are they—?

Alastor: *steps into the hall, composed but noticeably quieter than usual* Both of them are doing well.

Lucifer: *his face crumples with relief as he exhales hard, nearly sobbing* Oh—thank fuck!

Alastor: Adam has been moved to recovery. He has not woken yet.

Lucifer: *tries to stand too quickly, swaying* Is he okay? Did something happen?

Alastor: *steadies him with one hand, firm but not rough* Slowly, Lu. You’ve already made one dramatic exit today. Let us not schedule another.

Lucifer: *clutches his arm, eyes wet* Alastor.

Alastor: *his expression softens a fraction* She is well. Very loud. already playing favorites. And Adam is being watched closely.

Lucifer: *tears spill down his face* She?

Alastor: *quietly* A girl.

Lucifer: *covers his mouth, laughing and crying at once* A girl. We have a girl!

Alastor: *offers his arm with a small bow, the gesture restrained but gentle* Come. You should meet our daughter.

Lucifer: *takes his arm, still trembling*

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Nursery Area

Nurse: *looks up as Alastor returns with Lucifer* There she is.

Lucifer: *freezes in the doorway*

Baby: *lies wrapped in a soft pink blanket, fussing softly now*

Lucifer: *steps closer slowly, undone before he even reaches her* Oh…

Alastor: *stands beside him, quiet*

Lucifer: *voice barely above a whisper* She’s so big.

Nurse: Yep! We just weighted her. 9 lbs, 10 ounces.

Lucifer: *laughs weakly through tears* Of course she’s big. Adam carried her. He has strong kids!

Baby: *turns her head slightly, golden eyes blinking blearily, framed by light pink scleras*

Lucifer: *reaches out with a shaking hand, touching her tiny fingers* Hi, sweetheart.

Baby: *glares weakly*

Lucifer: *breaks instantly, tears falling freely* Oh Alastor she’s beautiful!

Alastor: She sure is.

Nurse: Would you like to hold her?

Lucifer: *nods quickly, overwhelmed* Yes. Please. I just—yes.

Nurse: *carefully picks up the baby and places the baby into Lucifer’s arms*

Lucifer: *cradles her close, awkward for only a moment before instinct takes over* Hello, baby girl. I’m your Dada.

Baby: *face scrunching as she is ready to start crying once more*

Lucifer: *looks down at her with a confused expression* What’s wrong Princess?

Baby: *makes a tiny offended noise and squirms, or at least attempts to in her swaddled form*

Lucifer: *smiling* Whoa! She’s a feisty one. Not even an hour old and already wants to move about!

Alastor: Seems she already has ax favorite parent. When I held her beat Adam, she calmed instantly.

Lucifer: She can probably tell who carried her. Babies just have that sort of instinct sometimes.

Baby: *still crying but calms down after she exhausts herself*

Lucifer: Alright. We should go check on Adam…

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Adam’s Recovery Room

Adam: *lies pale and asleep beneath warm blankets, breathing slow and steady*

Lucifer: *enters carefully with the baby in his arms, his eyes immediately softening* Oh, sweetheart…

Alastor: *steps in behind him, gaze fixed on Adam* Still sleeping.

Nurse: He may be groggy when he wakes. Confused, emotional, maybe in pain. That’s normal.

Lucifer: Can she be near him?

Nurse: Yes. Support her fully and keep her against his skin.

Baby: *stirs, little deer ears twitching as Lucifer lowers her near Adam’s shoulder. She fusses once, then quiets the moment her cheek touches Adam’s skin*

Lucifer: *tearing up again* She knows.

Alastor: *softly, brushing Adam’s hair back* Of course she does.

Adam: *shifts faintly, eyelids fluttering* …Lu…? Al…?

Lucifer: takes his hand I’m here. You’re in recovery.

Adam: *eyes barely open, unfocused* …did I die?

Alastor: Nope. Quite the opposite actually.

Adam: *notices the bundle near him, breath catching* …what…

Baby: *makes a tiny sleepy sound and presses closer*

Lucifer: Adam… she’s here.

Adam: *tears gathering* …she?

Alastor: Our daughter

Adam: *voice breaking* Our…?

Lucifer: Yep. Nine pounds, ten ounces.

Adam: *weakly laughs, then winces* Ow—fuck.

Nurse: Careful. No laughing yet.

Adam: *stares at the baby through tears* She’s huge.

Baby: *opens her eyes, blinking up at him*

Adam: *melts instantly* Hi, baby…

Baby: *tiny deer ears twitch as she settles against him*

Alastor: She was terribly cross until she found you.

Adam: Smart girl. She knows who the best dad is. *tries to lift his arm and can’t* I wanna hold her.

Lucifer: Soon. I’ve got her right against you.

Adam: *eyes drooping, still watching the baby* Don’t take her.

Lucifer: We won’t.

Adam: *murmurs* She hate you yet?

Alastor: She already favors you.

Adam: *tiny tired smile* Good girl.

Baby: *sleeps peacefully against him*

Lucifer: *leans close, voice shaking* You scared me.

Adam: *fading* Scared me too…

Alastor: Rest, darling.

Lucifer: We’ll be here when you wake up.

Adam: *finally closes his eyes, breathing evening out*

Lucifer: *whispers, holding the baby safely against Adam* She’s such a Daddy’s girl.

Alastor: *quietly* Yes. She is

[purplebear27]

major nixel: I-i thought I would have a boy…

King nixel: don’t worry major maybe a girl be better I am so sorry major there is nothing we can do

(This is a post birth art I made back in 2025! And yes the baby is princess nixels and major nixel is a trans male!)

[almostmotivateartist]

Mewtwo post birth body cause why not

[abel-morningstar]

[raz-b-rose]

Hey @staff can you please help spread more of the resources available to women who are in the midst of an unplanned pregnancy?

Only linking women to abortion donation sites, leads them to think that their only option (or choice if you will) is abortion. Because all you have is-

After all these all exist for women

We have this mental health helpline, this post, and this post full of help for women in need.

Giving them clothes, food, medical care, and can even help with housing and financial stress. Connecting them with whatever resource needed, helping them through whatever decision they decide.

We also offer post-abortion care (mental and physical) unlike most PP, with no judgment, because we care about women regardless of their choice.

If you could be unbiased and show the women on this site that there are other resources available to them because they are scared, stressed and feeling hopeless. Show you're pro women by truly giving them the knowledge they need to survive.

The goal here is to educate these women so as many lives as possible are saved. Please and thank you. 

[whump-adjacent]

Cheeky Anidala omegaverse💕

"Ahsoka! Are you ok?" Anakin’s voice was shaky but unmistakably concerned. He pushed himself up to inspect her.

Ahsoka froze. "You're really asking me if I'm ok?" Padmé grinned silently behind him, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. "I think I should be asking you!"

"Oh I'm fine, Snips - no reason to worry about me.” 

Padmé made a reproachful noise. "Now isn't that slightly underselling the dramatic entrance our twins just made?"

Anakin met her eyes and for a moment their connection was so tender Ahsoka felt like she was a complete intruder rather than an invited guest.

Anakin turned back to Ahsoka, more settled now. Padmé was running her hand through his hair softly. "Last I heard you were going after Darth Maul, what happened?" he asked. 

“Well, let’s just say I took Obi-Wan’s advice. We have him in custody now.” She watched her Master’s tired face fill with pride. “Although, I clearly would have bet him had we kept fighting” she added for good measure, “and he would have stayed dead too”. 

[its-makonom]

Bokuto x insecure reader

TW: post birth, body insecurity, slight angst, slight nsfw, fluff approx 700 words ~

You looked in the mirror feeling disgusted with yourself. You pinched at the skin you were currently damming to hell. Loose around your stomach and hips next you moved on to your breasts, which in your mind felt deflated from feeding your child. Tears welled in your eyes as you continued scrutinizing every aspect of your body. You loved your son you watched from the open door as his baby swing moved, lulling him to sleep. You loved him, but you really wish he hadn't done a number on your body. Because now your husband …he wouldn't want you anymore and you were sure of it. Why would he, he was on Japan's national volleyball team he had hordes of fans and could have any girl he wanted, so why would he want an overweight disgusting woman when he could have a hot tall model. That did it here you were crying on the bathroom floor like some kind of cliché. You were expecting Ko home today and yet here you were making yourself even uglier.

“HEY, HEY, HEY, I’M HOME.” Ko announced loudly like he always does. You complained that one day he would wake the baby but he never actually remembered to quiet down. “Y/n where are you?” He called again after your lack of response. You just couldn't say hello or face him, your whole body screamed for him, wanting him to hold you but you just...couldn't. “God, I’m so pathetic.” You whispered to yourself

“Y/n! Y/N!, there you are. What's wrong? Baby why are you crying, please don't cry.” 

“Ko, you know you can leave if you want to.” You whispered.

“Leave and go where? Why do you want me to leave?”

“I….I want you to be happy Ko.” Your hands were shaking as you tried to steady them on the cold tile of the wall.

“I am happy.” He said looking at you...through you with those big dopey excited eyes that made you fall in love in the first place.

“Are you Ko!” you said standing up quickly and shoving past him. “You deserve someone you’re attracted to. Someone...someone as perfect as you are. I’m just holding you back.” You bit your lip trying to stop yourself from crying uncontrollably again.

“But you are perfect.”

“How can you say that I’m ugly and fat and my skin is loose and it looks like I haven't slept in weeks!”

“STOP!” He shouted surging forward grabbing your face. “Stop saying those things about the woman I love, the mother of my son. Listen to me you are so goddamn beautiful and perfect and I’m sorry I haven’t been showing it lately. You are the only woman I want. This body it made our son and it’s still feeding him. Do you know how incredible that is?” By this point, the two of you were crying together. 

“Ko…”

“Come here.” He said leading you towards your bedroom. He took all of your clothes off before sitting you in front of your bed which gave the mirror a perfect view of the two of you reflecting back into your eyes as you watched yourself be kissed by Ko.

“This is beautiful.” He said planting kiss after kiss on your stomach like it was the key to his salvation.  “These are beautiful.” He said groping your breasts and rolling them around in his hands. “God you turn me on so much.” He said squeezing your hips and thighs. “God, I want to fuck you so bad baby, can I? Can I?” He practically begged rubbing his clothed member onto your thigh you could already feel his hardness and it was stirring up your insides.

“Yes.” You whispered being showered by his love was making you feel so much better. You were okay everything was okay your husband still loved and wanted you.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.” He said before kissing you tenderly as he slipped inside. All your worries melted away as you let yourself be sucked into your husband’s warm glow of comfort. He really is perfect, isn’t he?