#hog gainer

Wanna sit on someone and eat 😍♥️ we’re is my handsome feeder king 👑

Mornings with him

Blaise Zabini

Tags: mornings with Blaise • established relationship • pure fluff • sleepy smiles • warm sheets & colder coffee • quiet affection • soft kisses • lazy lounging • gentle teasing • domestic bliss

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The soft golden light of morning filtered through the enchanted blinds of Blaise's dorm room, casting a warm glow across the stone walls and velvet curtains. I blinked slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the quiet serenity that wrapped around us like a spell.

I exhaled gently, letting the peace settle in my chest. Blaise's arm was draped around my waist, his bare skin warm against my back, his breath steady and soft against the curve of my neck. His presence was grounding, like a charm I didn't know I needed. I could feel the steady beat of his heart, and for a moment, I let myself melt into it.

But the morning was calling, and so was reality.

Carefully, I slipped out from under his arm, trying not to wake him. My feet padded across the cool stone floor as I picked up my shirt from where it had landed last night—half-tangled with his robes, a mess of midnight laughter and whispered secrets. I pulled it over my head, the scent of him still lingering in the fabric, and made my way to the bathroom.

When I returned, Blaise was stirring, his dark curls tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Morning, love," he yawned, voice husky and low.

"Morning," I said softly, my smile blooming without effort as I walked back to him.

He opened his arms instinctively, and I climbed onto the bed, curling into him like I belonged there. My head found its place in the crook of his neck, and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer until there was no space between us.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back.

I laughed quietly, brushing a kiss against his jaw. "Mm, you're prettier. But I'll let you think otherwise."

He smirked, that familiar glint in his eyes, and pulled me down for a kiss—slow, tender, like he had all the time in the world.

"I love you..." he whispered, voice trailing off like a promise.

A tape measure would easily be over 60 inches

Lifting my belly these days just gets me so horny and hard