“My baby, I’m so sorry” you say, kissing his hair. All you want to do is take the pain away. “I love you,” you whisper.
(to the daddy kink one) just laying in bed propped against some pillows with Michael’s head on your chest, pressing kisses to his head and petting his hair while he holds you tight and recovers “that’s the worst kink ever” he mumbles against your stomach
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