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₊ ˚ ⊹ elle or L . she . twenty - two (04) . seasian . taurus .

unlabeled but currently love and deepspace centric . zayne li and sylus qin pilled . snowcrow-centered blog . slow writer - dormant because studying . self indulgent writing blog . send me a letter using the owl @ askbox .

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masterlists

zayne li.

₊ ˚ ⊹ sleep intimacy

₊ ˚ ⊹ love looks pretty on you

₊ ˚ ⊹ drunk zayne

₊ ˚ ⊹ the morning after

₊ ˚ ⊹ cold natured mc

₊ ˚ ⊹ jerking off to your sleeping figure

₊ ˚ ⊹ tending to sick zayne

sylus qin.

₊ ˚ ⊹ coming soon . . .

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✶⠀thinking about y/n as a passenger princess, accompanying zayne driving to wherever. how would he looks like when he's driving, and how would it feels to be his co-pilot?

let's begin with his car, a firm yet elegant black audi a6. zayne may be a busy guy, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have time to ensure that his car is thoroughly clean. not a single dust is evident, and every thing he keeps in his car is organized and in place, like a clean freak he is. he doesn't really bother putting additional accessories for his car, less is more to him anyway. however, he does keep a moderately large warm snowman pillow for you to hug at the back seat. just like the interior, he'd prefer his car to smell like fresh linen — crisp and pleasant. and light for his sensory, too.

zayne would ensure that his car is well equipped with items that he or you may need later, regardless of the destination. a box of tissues would be so basic... the compartment box on the passenger seat has more than that — wet and dry tissues, a small towel, some condoms (👀), a set of your menstrual care, a set of remedies in case you both experience motion sickness, and a small roll of plastic bags to throw in the rubbish soon.

oh, the bags of sweets and snacks are at another part of the organizer, just in case if you're wondering... (he insists to have a stash of these food supplies because it helps him stay focused while driving). it definitely debunked to be true though, because aside from being his passenger princess, you also hold a position of his intelligent sweet feeder, in which your jobscope is to feed his snacks and sweets while he's driving.

what type of song would he tune in while he's driving? uhhh maybe it depends. i'd say that when he's driving alone, he would tune in to news broadcast from the radio and maybe, occasionally, a playlist of his all time favorite songs which may contain a huge number of metal and electronic music. but when he's driving with you? obviously you get the privilege to choose anything you like, he wouldn't mind anyway. why would he being picky about your selection of song when he got to listen to your voice?

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hear me out. them.

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VAMPIRE SYLUS CANON?!?! I'M SELLING MY SOUL TO HIM AS I SPEAK

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if it's not because of the static buzz radiating off the gadgets and echoing in your cramped little head space, you're pretty sure that you would listen to zayne exhaling a deep sigh at the sight of you sitting 24/7 across the laptop in the office.

office write ups and reports had been getting on your ass extra hard these past few days. hence, instead of straddling him, you're straddling your laptop, typing and scrolling through scattered words in long written journals. and by the time you progressed on your paperworks and called it a day, you're too tired to pay attention to him and ended up hitting the bed early.

he wouldn't want to burden you by demanding your attention explicitly, that was obvious. he even put himself in your shoes, telling himself that this is probably what you felt whenever he got off work late at night or over-occupied with his research and lectures.

however, that doesn't necessarily mean that he's not needy for your attention.

he simply just couldn't take it anymore. not when you're balls deep in the screen of your laptop, ensuring that your work is done perfectly, even at the cost of your sanity.

"y/n."

it took him three times to rouse you from whatever you're focusing on right now. can he blame you? he'd been there, wandering aimlessly through every nook and cranny of the internet trying to search for suitable studies only to extract few lines of it and cite it.

startled, you lifted your head to look at him. your tired eyes failed to see his concern. "what is it?" you replied, yawning while doing so. a four hour period of using gadgets did make you feel a little bit lightheaded.

"that's enough screentime for today. let's go to bed, hm?"

his gentle voice almost managed to coax you into leaving the desk when you remembered that you're still can write for a few paragraphs more. while your head already turned towards zayne, your body still faced the laptop.

"i think i'll join you a bit later—"

"please." zayne's voice came off a bit too fast, too desperate for someone who refuses to admit it. his hands that were sitting idly on the side of the chair began slithering towards your shoulders, giving it light massages you never knew you needed until that moment. "think of this as a break. your work can wait."

his massage feels too nice for you to ignore. he had you feel like floating blissfully. it was just natural that you shut down your laptop before following him wordlessly towards your shared bedroom.

"you're awfully tense these past few days." he remarked, his hands never leave your body. "how about we unwind a bit for tonight?"

📝 a/n: little blorbo since i submitted my thesis draft! this is so ass but idc i just feel the need to post something. also college has been killing me oh my fucking god it would be nice if this happens irl...

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tending to sick!zayne

zayne rarely gets sick. he takes his health as serious as he did with yours. the chance of him catching a fever is rare, but it's never zero. and today seems like one of those day where even the universe decided that they had enough with him working his ass off and granted him a fever.

sunlight seeps into your shared bedroom, drawing little light that hits straight to your face. it is a sign that it's daytime and you're ought to wake up at that time. usually, you'd wake up alone since zayne has to leave early to the hospital but today you're quite surprised to see your black-haired boyfriend is still sleeping beside you.

is zayne taking a day off?

your eyes fall on his still figure with pure adoration, just like how it would be every time you are with him. but today, the look of adoration immediately turns into concern, noticing that zayne looks slightly different today. you did peer close enough to him, that’s why you are able to see a sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

and how could you miss his warm temperature? for someone whose default temperature leans towards the cooler side, he's burning hot (literally), and probably too delirious to manage himself too. proof? the moment your hand touched his forehead and cheek he leaned into the soothing touch unconsciously. he didn't even care to open his eyes and be on his high alert sense like he always did, as if he's already knew by heart that you're here. he's safe in your hands.

"zayne..?" you call him out, worry evident in your voice. "no wonder you're up late today... you had a fever."

“...morning.” it takes him quite a few minutes to reply to you. “what fever..?”

“nothing. i’ll just take a day off today. in the meantime i’ll text yvonne to—”

"wait. no need to take a day off." your words get immediately cut off by him, his shivering hand grasps your wrist to prevent you to leave. the words came out as a weak rasp, but you didn't miss the slight note of defiance in his tone. "i can manage on my own… s'just a fever."

for a moment, your mouth falls agape. no words come out of your mouth, even when you badly want to refute his words. 

but you understand where his reasons came from. he wasn’t used to be cared off. before you, he was a lone traveller in the snowstorm of his life. no companions. no one to share, to care, to bear the obstacles together with him.

and now that you’re here, you’re about to change that. 

“zayne.”

his name falls gently off your lips, as gentle as your right hand that is now threading through his dark locks, dampened from the fever sweat. “i will take a day off, how can i leave you alone like this? i want to take care of you, you are my priority for today.” 

you don’t even need a verbal answer from him. the red blush on his ears is more than enough of an answer to tell you that he agreed—albeit he won’t explicitly say it yet.

“you’re stubborn. but...thank you.” he eventually relents before rolling off nearer towards where you sat on the bed. “you know, you don’t have to go through all this just to—”

“shh. go to sleep.” you immediately shush him, carefully adjusting the duvet topping him and gently combing through his sweat-dampened hair. “we’ll talk about it once you’ve recovered.”

you’re overreacting. his mind repeats itself. this isn’t something he can’t handle.

however, your actions and gestures felt so nice to resist. he almost forget how nice it is to have someone to care for you after all those years of cold and loneliness.

and in the gentleness of the silent forenoon and your tending hands, he allows his consciousness to surrender to the fever and succumb back to slumber.

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✶⠀thinking about zayne jerking off to the sight of you sleeping. bonus if you're wearing one of his oversized tee while you're asleep.

he refuses to touch you. he refuses to wake you up just to satisfy his carnal need—helplessly triggered by the sight of you sleeping while waiting for him to come home and join you to bed. unfortunately, he still needs to address the elephant in his bedroom—his painful erection.

trembling hands fumbling with his belt just enough to slid his cock from his slacks and briefs, his tip already leaks a copious amount of precum. his ears—no, his whole face turns red at the thought of doing this, getting off from an innocent sight of you sleeping peacefully. however, hesitation turns into desperation in no time.

his movements, once controlled and confident, now turn desperate and erratic as he jerks his cock off. muffled whimpers and ragged breaths resonate within the walls of the bedroom despite his pathetic attempts in swallowing them down in order to not wake you up.

"mnn...zayne? when... what're you doing..?"

your sleepy, raspy voice is his undoing, and he embarrassingly actually come, followed by a breathy whimper of your name. some of his semen even made it to your sleepwear.

"my apologies, my dear. it's just that... you looked so beautiful in m-my shirt. but i couldn't just wake you up can i..?"

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zayne x cold natured mc

✶⠀mc is a cold natured person, which means that she's sensitive to low temperature and easily feels cold. and zayne accidentally figured it out when he noticed that you would huddle close to him whenever you had the chance, saying that "it's a bit chilly" or "your body feels so warm and nice to cuddle".

✶⠀it was concerning, but when zayne figured out that it's nothing serious towards your wellbeing, he was relieved. nonetheless, since he possesses evol of ice, he tried his best to avoid unnecessary physical contact with you during the early phase of your relationship. keyword: tried, because you insisted stubbornly that his body is warm despite the evol he possesses. perhaps that's where his nickname "warm snowman" came from.

✶⠀zayne is mindful of your current state—if you're feeling extra chilly in public, he wouldn't hesitate to take off his trench coat and wrap it around your body. likewise, if both of you are in private, he wouldn't hesitate to warm your body with his as well. skin to skin, his bare body radiates warm and comfort to you under the duvet you've both shared, your personal furnace.

✶⠀sometimes zayne gets anxious when he holds your hands, which usually gets cold and pale faster than other body parts. the fact that your hands feel really cold isn't an idea that he loves to entertain. his face will contort in anxiety, and the next thing you know, his large, warm hands already envelop your smaller ones. if you're walking in public, with your hands still intertwined with his, he will put it in his pocket.

✶⠀zayne will isolate himself when his evol in on the verge of malfunctioning. you obeyed him initially, until one day your heart can no longer tolerate his pained groans and shaky moans.

"i-i wouldn't be able to control," fear threathened to appear until the surface of his usually level, controlled voice. "leave. before i hurt you."

you, wrapped in a thick blanket and a damp, warm towel in your right hand, approached him carefully, making sure to not frighten him. the scenario isn't unfamiliar to you, yet for him, the fear of accidentally hurting you tops anything at the moment. including his pain.

"zayne, you wouldn't hurt me. i trust you." still threading carefully, the warm towel finally made contact with his skin, which earned a shaky exhale from him. you know that he's relieved, but he's still not gonna take the risk of allowing you to be closer to him, though.

you know that he's tired. wielding a curse in a shape of hauntingly beautiful snowflakes.

"you might get cold again," he still resisted, albeit not as strong as before. perhaps that's resignation—either towards his never-ending evol malfunction or your stubbornness.

"i might be sensitive to cold, but not from you. never from you." your voice came out as smooth as how you're wiping his frost-layered arms down with the warm, damp cloth.

and zayne could only close his eyes in respite as you inched near him. for the first time in years, he allowed himself to believe that—that he's your warm snowman, bringing you warmth and solace when you're trembling cold, just like how you do for him as well.

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the morning after — with zayne

thinking about the morning after you and zayne make love passionately with each other. the process was raw and intense, as expected from lovers who have been deprived of each other's presence after weeks of work.

the sun hasn't even shown a sliver of its light yet, but you already rouse from your sleep due to the dull ache you feel while moving in your sleep. it lingers on your back and lower limbs, a subtle reminder of his overwhelming desire you've received yesterday.

nestled in the thick duvet beside you is zayne, sleeping peacefully as if he hadn't just pour all his stamina out in pounding you few hours before. looks like he's seemingly unaware that you're awake. his ample figure close to you, arms sling lazily around your waist like a child hugging his favorite plushie.

"mnh... my back..."

your words come off as a voiceless croak, but it still manage to stir zayne awake. still groggy from sleep, zayne slightly lifts his head to look at you, his eyes squint to adapt to the surrounding before it lands on your crouching body.

you didn't mean to wake him up, and a hushed "sorry," comes out of your mouth. your eyes land on his still recovering figure. since you're in a sitting position, you slowly bend yourself towards him and an innocent peck lands on his forehead. "good morning, zayne."

"mmh. good morning..." he replies, voice raw from the sleepiness. already awake and aware, his hazel orbs meet yours. "you're up early. how do you feel?"

"a bit sore. not that i can't handle."

"is that so?" he takes his sweet time stretching himself first. the sheets shuffle once again with how he's positioning himself behind you. "relax. let me massage you."

when a certain cardiac sugeon offered to use his skilled hands to massage you, who are you to reject the offer? "massage? i see..." you smile smugly before deliberately lean against his bare chest. "please be gentle, doctor zayne."

despite your suggestive tone, zayne just brush your teasing off with a knowing smile. his attention is focused towards his hands, kneading your shoulders and waist skillfully like a masseur. the pressure he put feels so good it had you moaning in relief.

"from your reaction, i guess i went overboard yesterday." he speaks in between his kneads. "i'm sorry."

he didn't even look at you when he said that, and you burst into a chuckle from how he's behaving now. "what? nooo i don't mind that, don't apologize." you reply. "in fact, i like it. minus the pain that comes afterwards, obviously."

the amount of relief he feels when you said that is unbelievable. while his hands still working diligently to untie the knots in your body, his lips begin to leave soft, apologetic kisses on your nape, the same place where he left love bites and marks the night before.

"then i'll take good care of you." he murmurs between kisses. "the only thing i can offer after what you've gone through everytime we're together."

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told myself that i will post a drabble of him getting railed by mc if he fails to come home within 175 pulls and guess who's finally home after 130 pulls (╥ ω ╥)

he totally milked me dry but since he came home in pairs i guess i'll forgive him (for now)

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i love how he and his entire myth screams ethereality. i don't understand why some people dislike the golden hues evident in this myth. ( ╹ -╹)?

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drunk zayne

zayne li is a man of abstinence. body, mind, soul—everything that happens in his life should be under his control. he never indulge himself in alcoholic beverages, for he refuses to let any substance clouding his sound judgements and decisions.

but an annually held grand banquet of linkon hospitals might possibly change it, where celebratory toast are mandatory among the people. moreover, those small tidbits of nama chocolate sitting idly on the dessert rack couldn't possibly contain something harmful, right..?

"yeah... it couldn't be..." zayne thought in amusement, his hazel eyes barely focusing on the half eaten cube-shaped, cocoa dusted chocolate in his hand. his mouth stretched into a wiiide smile one would say... uncommon of him. and you, as his lifetime hunter escort slash his fiancée, know that the first indicator to know that he's intoxicated—which happens 0.001% perchance—is when he had this big wide smile plastered on his face.

zayne is a lightweight, and a painful one at that. your eyes averted from his slightly flushed face towards the nama chocolate in his hand—half eaten, still waiting to be devoured whole by him. the chocolates must've been mixed up and he must've accidentally picked the ones from the liqour variants... you couldn't help but sigh at him.

"...zayne, you're drunk." you deadpanned.

the wide smile turned into a frown almost in an instance. "...no i'm not."

"yep, you're drunk. it's best we go home now." another telltale sign—he wouldn't admit that he's actually drunk. in fact, he always do a great job in convincing you that he doesn't. the only difference between sober zayne and drunk zayne is in his demeanor. one is a professional while the other one is... quite a sweet mess.

bringing him home was hell. he was so out of it he walked around whimsically, as if the rocky pavement beneath him is made of cotton candy and butter toffee. in his vision, everything around him is sparkling, a world of joy and happiness unfolding beyond his vision. his usual calculated and rushed steps of a professional doctor is reduced to clumsy wobbles.

after twenty minutes that felt like twenty hours, you've reached home. but there's another problem—zayne wouldn't stop smoothering himself all over you. all the way from the car porch to your shared bedroom, he clung onto you like a koala on a tree branch.

"mmff... you're so... so warm..." he slurred, hazel eyes peeking through his drooping eyelids. even intoxicated, his adoration towards you never fade away. "i really like your warmth y/n... more than hot pancakes..."

the next moment you blink, he's already resting his head on your shoulder, nestled deep into the curve of your neck like he belongs there. his warm breath tingled your neck, and you couldn't help but feel goosebumps from that.

zayne shows 20% more emotions than when he's sober. don't get me wrong, he's always be direct with his feelings with you in private. it's just that when he is slightly inebriated, a rare side of him unfolds, one that you didn't even know exists in his usually restricted self. more nonsensical conversations, more cheesy smiles, more pouty face... and most importantly, more vocal about his present feelings.

"do you like me?"

"yes zayne. i really like you." you answered in a humorous tone, trying to hold your laughter as an attempt to fall asleep as well.

"but you talked to dr greyson and dr evans a lot earlier..." he said, feigning disappointment. his arms, which is engulfing you in his embrace, pulls you tighter to him, the thought of you talking to his colleagues annoyed him.

you eventually let out a little giggle before looking at him earnestly. "i can talk to anyone but at the end of the day i will always find comfort with you, silly." you explained. "i love you, zayne."

"...i love you too." you didn't see his face, but those blossoming red tint on his ears and neck are enough to inform you about his condition. "more... than the sweetest pastries i've bought from maltosio."

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pregnancy with zayne (pt. 2) (pt. 1 here)

with the addition of a new member to your family, so does the challenges. you and zayne are acutely aware with this—you've been skimming through every self help books about pregnancy and other relevant topics before you sleep, while zayne, being the maniac doctor slash husband he is, has been trying his level best to ensure that you have a smooth journey of pregnancy.

however, being aware of the challenges and changes that comes with it doesn't make it as easy as knowing it in theory.

the first trimester was... quite hell. i mean, hey, can you blame a preggo mama for feeling tired and nauseous 24/7? you were quite thankful that the hunter's association changes your workscope temporarily to office hunter, because god knows this gives less strain on your body and your growing baby.

now that he had his wife waiting at home zayne also got the chance to get off early on most nights. less critical patient cases were handed to doctor maisie and doctor greyson. other work can wait. right now, he want to put all his attention on you.

zayne put extra care on you whenever he gets the chance to do so. tired? he can help with the house chores while you're resting. nauseous? he'll buy sour candies and ointments for you. and if you happen to vomit he'll stay by your side, gently patting and massaging your back while you throw everything into a basin he provided in handy (much cleaner than the toilet bowl).

and when you're insecure with your body, he ensured that your insecure thoughts stand no chance to even pop up in your head. zayne is a body worshipper, and he worshipped every stretch marks, every sagging skin clinging on your body like a devoted worshipper praying for his deity. he may not say it verbally, but you looked divine in this phase. if possible, he'd gladly ditch his work just to bury himself into your supple breasts and hips.

to put it simply, he takes you and their baby's well being seriously.

surprisingly, you felt better on second trimester. while morning sickness and fatigueness are still there, you felt more energized and the symptoms were not as unbearable as before. "that's because of hormon stabilization and your body began to adapt to the changes." is what zayne told you, in simpler terms.

the small bump on your body grew and grew each day, and you and zayne couldn't be more happier than that. meaningful smiles and glances were exchanged, and you already talked if your baby will inherit his genes or yours.

"i already look forward for our baby's arrival," your voice broke the comfortable silence first, your gaze fixed on your hand placed on the growing bump before searching towards his gaze.

"i hope they have your eyes. i love your eyes." zayne said, his gaze already pinned on yours the moment you turned towards him.

"but i love your eye color too. what if they have my eye look and your eye color?"

"mhm, that'll be great. regardless, i don't care much about the appearance. as long as it's our baby, i'm happy."

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love looks pretty on you

it all started with a simple kiss, as far as he remembered. lips exchanged for lips, teeth for teeth, and tongue for tongue. and then came the removal of these pesky clothes. the process of removing each piece of clothing one by one was undeniably brash, but none of you could care less about that, not when there's a bigger matter to solve right now.

he should be the one who's taking control of you.

however, the thought dimmed, erased by how good your pussy is sucking him right now. fuck, he didn't knew how many hours have passed since both of you were practically high from one another's presence, bodies entangled in a fiery dance only both of you knew the rhythm. all he knew is that you feel so good, he never want you to stop riding him. your pussy feels so good hemightcomehemightcomehemightcome—

"a-ah i can't-i can't—oh w-wa-wait" his slurred rasps echoed amidst the nasty scene of skin slapping and high pitched moaning. it is such a pity since it came out useless. it's not like you heard him, though. not when you're too busy bouncing on his massive cock with all your fervor, your restless hands aimlessly trailing and exploring the vastness of his robust chest and abs. head thrown back in ecstasy, you're too preoccupied with his physiques to even listen to him, anyway.

another whimper. "y/n—hngh! i'm clooose—"

"yeah? won't you be a good boy and—hah—come for me, hm?"

ah, that was his undoing. your saccharine-like voice contrasted with how your pussy is practically convulsing around him, eagerly milking him until there's nothing left of him. zayne tried to ignore all the sensory stimuli at the moment—how your gummy walls swallow him perfectly, how your damp bush entangled with his as well, how your meticulous hands assessing all sensitive spots on his body—just to last a liiittle longer.

alas, he's just a man. weak to the temptation named you.

he came so hard his jizz filled you full in no time, it even leaked quite a plenty past your vaginal opening. and boy, look at his face. flushed red starting from his ears to his cheeks, he truly looked blissed as fuck. a layer of tears fogging his usually sharp green eyes, making him look like he's under your spell as he zoned out post-cumming.

still on top of him, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight of him coming undone under you. so ethereal. a hand caressed his tear-dampened cheeks, before gently tapping it.

"love looks really pretty on you, zayne."

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pregnancy with zayne

as your devoted husband and your personal primary care physician, zayne always keep himself on track regarding your physical health. this includes your menstrual cycle, and whenever your cycle is near, he's quick to prepare the necessities needed—pads, snacks, or even his presence if needed (and if he's free ㅠㅠ).

so when the period tracker hasn't been updated on your behalf, he's suspecting... something. zayne was a man of thought—he was thinking that it's possible that you are expecting a child since both of you just got intimate not long ago, but what if it's not the case? he couldn't push away other factors as well—stress, hormonal problems, etc.

you on the other hand were no better than him too. aside from the weird feeling of fatigueness you've felt, you're often hit with waves of nausea during mornings when you rushed to prepare yourself to work. your breast felt extra tender too, and you noticed this during one of your intimate sessions with him when he would usually nuzzle into your breasts before proceeding with his other ministrations.

an appointment was set and while both of you were worried sick about what could potentially happen, the gynecologist was smiling ear to ear. "congratulations mc and dr li, you're three weeks pregnant!"

it was... difficult to process at the moment. but a genuine smile immediately formed on your face, the same goes to him. zayne bashfully embraced you and left a small peck, a sincere smile gracing his face as the words "thank you, love." left his lips.

the moment the news that you're bearing a child—his child—was officially announced, there are some noticeable changes. one of that is he's been on doctor mode 24/6. one extra day is saved for a day where he turns off that mode and go into soft husband mode instead, in which he fulfills your pregnancy cravings and whims—no matter how absurd it may sound.

"i'll take care of you and our child." he vowed silently, his murmurs hung in the air before a chaste kiss landed on your forehead.

📝 a/n : i don't know why but lately i'm really into soft, fluffy pregnancy headcanons ^⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠^ part 2 here

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