Doomslayerxreader Stories

i genially hate my lofe

"Truly." He rumbles. Deep and heavy in his chest. "You are not afraid of me?" You kiss the palm of his hand. "No. Never. Not of you. Not of this." He presses his head to yours. Brushes your nose against his. His other hand pulls free from your grasp. Pulls at your hip and draws you into his lap. Mindful of your back and arm.