#Kiss it better

[lonestardust]

Tell me what you’re willing to do. Kiss it kiss it better, baby..

[leosthetic1]

Rihanna | Kiss It Better (2016)

dir. by Craig McDean

[fandoms-anon]

Apparently it’s National Kiss and Make Up day

I know some boys that deserve an apology.

[puckinghischier]

The demons won… baby let me kiss it better 😍😩🥵

if i put ice between my lips and hold it there, does that count as ice pack peck ??

(brynn, once again look away)

[justarandomnobody]

This is a new feat in Starfinder 2e. While I think it's great, if it's not translated to Spanish like this:

I'll burn the publisher to the ground.

[hermitshippingbigbang]

Kiss It Better

By CaptainAlien (@captain-writes)

Relationship: TangoTek/Jimmy SolidarityGaming

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 20k

Summary:

When Jimmy is burned as he tries to stop Tango from going after Scar when the Ranch was burning, he suffered enough injuries that it became a difficult choice between dealing with the injuries or forcing a respawn. Tango then reveals that his saliva is able to cure burns as a result of his blazeborn heritage. Only problem? Jimmy's burns cover a lot of his body.

Things are about to get intimate for the Ranchers.

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Aldks5296 (@aldks5296)

King (@kingscourthouse)

[pokepatricia2]

I need daddy to kiss it better 🥺👉👈

[herzzgeist]

hi, could you write about law where his gf is just a clumsy mess. And she just hit her head on a open drawer, pretty hard. And know she is embaressed to go to him and ask for a ice pack. So she try to steal it unnoticed from his room. But of course she got caught.

And now she just try to played down, but it hurts like hell. He just care for her lil wound and something fluffy down the road. Maybe she remind him of cora. Ahhhh sorry for the spam

Pairing: Law x Clumsy fem!reader | Word count: 1.4k | Warnings: none

Synopsis: Oh look, another bruise. Didn't notice this one, silly me! Law can't stand the way you hold yourself - without care. Everytime he hears a faint 'Shit' or 'Ow' in the distance, he immediately considers it to be you, hurting yourself unintentioally again. What a drag. And yet another day, he finds you in attempt to smuggle something from the infirmary, observing you how you disfigure the drug storage. He actually has to speak up, until you finally realise you're not alone. "Law, it's nothing." - "Nothing can't turn red and blue and starts to swell like that (Y/n)-ya! Now hold still!"

A/N: Anon, I LOVE spam! The more details the better :3 - Here we have a fluffy OneShot! Thank you for your request, I must say I adore the clumsy reader trope ఌ (erm, since I walk on two left feet myself)

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

What a night, you think to yourself, as you stretch and writhe underneath your warm and comfy sheets. The cold hits you like you're being thrown into a pool of ice water, as you lift the shield of comfort, goosebumps prickling along your skin. Yawning in a still jaded state, you crumble off the mattress and of course hit your toe on the cabinet's leg. As you do every morning.

In pain you yowl a distressed little curse, hopping in place. It's straining you beyond belief, praying for some sort of miracle to rid you of those cursed two left feet. If not for the better, you should wear bubble wrapper clothes, this way you won't hurt yourself non stop at least. However, it is, dare say, not the most attractive fashion option.

In addition, you are practically obliged to see the doctor, who you happen to be in a relationship with, verily frequent. Naturally, whenever you arrive at the kitchen or common room within the Polar Tang, it is of your highest priority to avoid Trafalgar's death gaze, before he opts to drag you to the infirmary with those, as you may call them 'little' aches and pains you always put on yourself. Until now, they were ever so often not to be taken lightly and Law patched you up in no time. Shame fills you, embarassed that you're, simply explained, a klutz.

You enjoy it no less, the attention your aloof lover gives you and the petty and sarcastic comments he throws at you. Him being close to you. His warm hands cleaning any cuts and bruises and his voice stern yet reassuring calms you, no doubt. With that in mind, you can't help but notice your heart beating faster to the pictures replaying in your mind. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head wildly, in hopes to quickly forget what's caught up in your day dreams about a certain white hatted man.

Today is your turn in kitchen duty and you decide to prepare breakfast earlier than usual, for you have something special in mind to serve this fine morning. Looking through the storage, no drawer or door is left unopened and you search for the needed ingredients.

As you lean down to seek out the lower cupboards, your skill to dodge the edge of an open drawer abandons you. Close to your temple, you feel how heat shoots up that area, making you dizzy. Fingertips trace along your head, where the imprint has been knocked into. Everything threatens to grow black before you.

„Oh, please no. Not again.", you murmur in desperation, legs beginning to weaken and nausea builds up from your core. That was quite the hit. Sitting down on the cold tile floor, you hide your face in your shaky palms. In panic, you come to the conclusion, that you must reach the infirmary, fast. All without getting caught by your overly attentive boyfriend, seems close to impossible to you. "Ice pack . .", is what you groan and you are set on your destination.

On wobbly legs, you close the door behind you and follow the corridor, down to the infirmary. Paranoia creeps over your spine, eyes scanning every dark and shallow corner. Before you enter the room, you peek over your shoulder to make sure you aren't followed: „Good, coast is clear.", the metal creaks and you step over the doorframe.

In all nervosity you begin to mumble and rummage through the drug storage: "Where is this god damn thing. I remember him putting it-" - "A little to the left, sweetheart." Jumpscared by the deep rumble behind you, you turn in a quick spin and stand in your Captain's shadow. With all your might, you gift him your most hearty and lovable smile, greeting him: "Law?! Why hello my love I-"

Instantly closing the locker doors behind your back, you giggle exaggeratedly, trying to play it cool, avoiding the icy steel glare, coming from the doctor. He orders: „Show me." Almost too quick you retort his command with an overacted pout of your lips, questioning his indication. Closer and closer the heavy steps come your way, stopping before you. Law reaches for your head and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, revealing the unmistaken bump.

An exasperated groan reverbs from his chest and he points at the examination table. "Now.", he commands and without a squeak, you obey. There you are again, seated on the cold metal plate. „Tell me what happend.", he utters, while washing his hands and putting on rubber gloves. There is no way you can escape his room anymore, unironically speaking.

Thus you twirl your thumbs in abashment, explaining: „I hit my head on a drawer in the kitchen about five minutes ago. I swear it's nothing, just a little bruis-" - „(Y/n)-ya, a little bruise doesn't turn red and blue and begins to swell at such an alarming rate. Now hold still." Ever so slowly, he approaches you, his grey orbs fixated on the injury. Inked and slender digits glide through your hair to get a better concept. Involuntarily, a hiss shoots through your teeth, as he palpates your scalp around the bump. Pins and needles trickling over your skin wherever he touches.

„Any dizziness, nausea or general weakness?" - „All three yes . . and think I was on the verge of passing out too.", by hearing your statement, which you formulate such a situation so nonchalanty is beyond Law's comprehesion. Oh how infuriated he is. Not hesitating once, he grabs the cleaning tools, anticeptics and cooling salves to get to work, patching you up again. It's become an everyday life chore for your dear Captain. Though he detests how imprudent and careless you are, he cannot deny how utterly adorable you appear at times, puppy eyes attempting to white wash every scratch on your body, not wanting to disturb him by all means. It is something he learned to love about you.

Yet somehow you remind him of someone. Somebody he used to care about alot when he was just a boy. Could it be? Why of course, Corazon. Well, at least you didn't burst into flames, like he did. Fortunately, you're not prone to smoke, to Law's approval. However, all the other stunts you deliver, are rather similar to Rosinante's, one could think you are related to one another. A smile tugs on the Captain's lips, as he finishes the treatment.

„What are you so happy about, darling?", you hum sweetly, earning a disgruntled click of his tongue, telling you it's nothing. You show your gratitude with a kiss to his cheek. It managed to elict a skip of his heart and he furrows his brows subsequently, hiding the red tint on his face under the brim of his hat.

Seeing him tidy up the infirmary, you make it your task to help him clean up after that little ‚operation'. „You should get some rest. Drink lots of water and take pain killers if needed. And for the love of god, please tell me, if any symptomps get worse, understood?", he growls through a tensed up jaw. You playfully nudge his side and chuckle softly: „I think I learned my lesson today. I'm grateful. Really appreciate your kindness and patience with me."

Kindness? Who on earth would call a powerhouse, a man as known as ‚the Surgeon of Death', kind? Only shaking his head and scoffing to your heartstring pulling remark, he huffs: „You're a curious one, (Y/n)" Side by side, you stand next to eachother, cleaning up the tool station. Through the corner of your eye, you notice his fleeting gaze upon you. Hence you return it, facing him with a querying expression.

An unexpected pinch on your cheek takes you aback, a small ‚Ouch' escaping you: „Oi, what was that for?" Law's thumb and index finger linger on the round of your face, not moving away, muttering lowly: „This is for being a fool, the clumsy mess that you are" removing his fingers from you, he gently places his palm back on the spot where he pinched you a moment ago „and this is for your troubles, my clumsy mess that you are."

Slowly he leans down to your level and lets his lips enlighten yours with the love he harbors for you, his blundering woman.

And as if nothing happend, the throbbing pain in your head disperses into thin air.

[souvenir116]

Kiss it Better

Misunderstanding, fluff & angst, making up.

Charles sees the viral video going around where Max gossips with Lando about his FP3 incident at Spanish Grand Prix. He's not much delighted to say the least, but Max is also not ready to let it go without a fight, without making Charles forgive him.

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[cityzenchick]

Josko baby, please just lie still ..... whatever is hurting I will kiss it better 💋

[lildollparts]

i got my 🌸 waxed and i always feel like the cutest little princess after 🙊

[wallpapedits-vvc]

Matching wallpapers #255

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[hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha]

My elbow hurts.

GOOFIES :D

[selunaris]

the art of approaching someone with their back turned.

@rhapsodyandwoe asked: (LIFT) for sender to lift away receiver's hair from their neck / back and leave a kiss bite.

An oddly gentle brushing of her hair aside, pushing it over one shoulder to bare her neck; Luna was startled by the touch and only had mere moments to respond to it. Head turning just slightly, she managed to capture a glimpse of the perpetrator, colour immediately draining from her cheeks as she spotted bright, red eyes, and dark hair.

It was too fast. She barely saw Cazador behind her before his lips were on her neck, teeth sinking into her skin with a harsh bite. At first, her shoulders tensed and she hissed out in pain, eyes shutting tightly in some attempt to deal with that unfamiliar feeling. When her eyes opened again, tears had begun to collect at the outer corners, a dull, throbbing, bruising pain in the side of her neck with the vampire latched onto her.

Luna reached back with one hand and managed to grab a hold of Cazador's silky hair, a small fistful, and pulled at it in some attempt to pull him off of her. Yet, she knew that would be of no use-- he towered over her and possessed unnatural strength as a vampire. What chance did the little cleric have to pull him off of her?

So she whined, pleaded, begged, whilst continuing to pull at his hair-- perhaps more of an annoyance than actually having any chance at working or hurting him.

"It hurts-- stop it! Please!" Luna pleaded, trying to wriggle herself free to no avail, especially when such struggle seemed to only make it hurt more.

[ninelivesastrology]

Rihanna was right when she said, "man, fuck your pride"