#лапочка

[chipyzhik]

Пусик-Мумусик Breakdown

[mantra-place]

[deer-xing-png]

New ponysona ,, his name is Fig Jam 💥

I also have some WIPs with @cornkretno-hip and @ryarzyuzyukaka

[unholy-cat]

Севуля и Рена(я забыл как зовут персонажей...сорри..) просто очаровашки. <3

И да их зовут Севраил(Сева) и Рена 💕

[pinopinko]

she is icon...

« ... Привет. Сегодня я научу вас, как построить сарай. (Лили : Погнали!) Итак, 1. Оцениваем территорию 2. Убираем мусор 3. Измеряем деревяшку 4. Гладим овечку И всё готово! Вы также можете сделать фото на память. Мои поздравл��ния, вы прекрасны, Пока! »

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[mamasvetlanushka]

Надо внести дополнения.

Отец сын святой дух.. есть ещё дед..

Так вот четыре парня, четыре сыночка.. я стою таких продолжений. Я ей про бабка и бабка мать дочь жена..

Кто-то в комментарии писал ты себя подаёшь как жена но бла-бла-бла-бла-бла. Если вы хотите чтобы я была бабкой или про бабкой, то вы создаёте это шоу. Если я хочу быть прежде всего женой или женщиной, то всё что мне остаётся в этой ситуации защищаться как женщина.

Итак четыре сыночка это: прадед, который каким-то образом был связан с цыганами, дед-связь с тайными структурами, отец у которого случилось в пространственно-временная зависимость, сын потерявший право продолжать род.

Вот она опасность цыганской магии. Цыганская магия никогда не должна иметь продолжение. Это единичный случай единичного-здесь и сейчас. Таролого мы эзотерикам следует поучиться такой системе. Когда ваши расклады работают здесь и сейчас и не имеют продолжения. Вы не имеете права решать за большое количество человек их судьбу. Вы не имеете права продавливать пространство таким образом, чтобы удобнее было зарабатывать деньги.

[anican]

Okay, I'll admit it, I LOVE this guy SO MUCH!! ♡

He's such a sweetheart! I might even make a mini-comic about it or something. Anyway! This is my favorite character from the entire franchise.

Хорошо, я признаю это, Я ЛЮБЛЮ этого парня ОЧЕНЬ СИЛЬНО!! ♡

Он такой лапочка! Я могла бы даже сделать мини-комикс об этом или что-то в этом роде. В любом случае! Это мой любимый персонаж из всей франшизы.

[hisrejd]

You can't imagine how loud my screams were. Well, look at him!!!! He's a sweetheart!!! A-a-a-a-a

Вы и представить не сможете, на сколько были громкие мои визги. Ну вы посмотрите на него!!!! Он же лапочка!!! а-а-а-а-а

[verascrow]

「✰」 ━━ NIKOLAI HEADCANONS

RATING R - Restricted [ Content Warnings : 18+ mdni, gn!m!f!reader, strong language, alcohol mention and consumption, fluff, possible mistranslation, spider mention, smut, dom!Nikolai, sub!reader, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, masturbation, riding, hair pulling ]

SYNOPSIS Both general and romantic, safe for work and not safe for work, headcanons for, arguably, one of the most underrated Call of Duty: Modern Warfare characters to date - Nikolai. (This is my first time writing smut so any tips and feedback is greatly appreciated!)

WORD COUNT 1.2k

SAFE FOR WORK

His hands, and just his body overall, run naturally warm. Not to the point where he can be considered a "walking heater" or burning to the touch, but just exudes a constant warmness overall.

Dad-bod, no questions asked. He's not completely cut, not all hard surfaces and muscles - he's got a plush softness to him body that's equally as firm. He works out and keeps himself in shape, of course, because, granted, it's a given that comes with his profession, but he indulges himself equally as much.

He doesn't drink heavily, per se, setting a hard cut-off point for himself that he abides by like it's law, but he won't deny a drink if he's offered it. After all, drinking culture is big in Russia - he can hold his own just fine. That being said, vodka isn't his favorite, but he doesn't hate it by any means, either.

Acts of service and quality time are his love languages. He loves spending time with you whenever he can, especially considering how his profession can take him away for months and more at a time. If it's possible, you're always by his side or he's by yours. Will do anything you ask of him, too - be it chores, tasks, or anything else.

That being said, it can also be argued that giving gifts is one of his primary love languages, too. Any time he's out on a mission, he always tries to get you something from wherever he's been to - there are many perks to being a pilot, now aren't there?

He snores when he sleeps, and he sleeps heavy. Not to the point where you'd have to dump a bucket of ice water over him to wake him up, but to the point where you have to shake him vigorously to get him to slowly rouse. Sounds like a lawnmower when he snores.

His kisses are soft and slow, one hand on your waist or back, pulling you in, while the other holds your chin with such tenderness, guiding your lips to meet his, breathing out a heavy sigh as he relaxes into you.

Opts for Russian terms of endearment over English ones. It feels more personal to him, calling you something in his native tongue rather than something he hears everyone around him call their partners - it's more special to him.

Лапушка/Лапочка - Lapochka/Lapushka (sweetheart)

Любимая/Любимый - Lyubimaya/Lyubimyy (darling)

Surprisingly or not, he's actually a really good cook! He's traveled to so many places and tried so many different kinds of food so, naturally, he's learned to make them for himself. He downplays his abilities, but he looks like an absolute professional when he's in the kitchen.

When he's not away for work, he's actually quite domestic. He has a house of his own far away from everyone else in a remote little town, at least an hour or two outside of any major city. A cabin of sorts, with a place for his own little garden that he tends to (or, more accurately, which you tend to).

He even has his own little stall at the town's farmers market where he sells what he grows whenever it's ready. Everyone has so many theories about him because, honestly - why wouldn't they? A Russian man who lives at the edge of town in a big ol' house, disappearing for weeks or months at a time. It's a cause for concern.

He's so polite and he has the best manners, no question about it.

Though, to combat it, he can be quite a loose-canon. He's reckless and unethical in his methods, especially with work, but some aspects carry over to his personal and domestic life. (If there's a spider, he's pulling out his pistol first, not grabbing a book or a shoe).

He has this sarcastic, almost morbid sense of humor, smug as all hell (worse than Graves, more often than not) but he's genuinely just playful. He's a friend to everyone he meets and can easily match vibes with anyone.

NOT SAFE FOR WORK

Dominant in every sense of the word. He might let you act like you're in control from time to time, but he's quick to show you your place and has no shame in doing it.

His hands are always on you, no matter the occasion. He has to have some sort of physical contact when it comes to you. Be it a hand on the small of your back to guide you, on your shoulder to assure his presence, his leg touching yours when you sit down, a palm on your thigh as he drives.

One-hundred percent an ass man. Squeezing, slapping, spanking, groping - doesn't matter. If he can, his hand is there, no discussion.

He's an exhibitionist, easily. The risk of getting caught, whether if he's by himself or if he's with you, turns him on beyond belief - it gets his head spinning.

Helicopter sex! He's absolutely obsessed with getting you to ride him while he sits in the cockpit, holding onto your hips, fingers bruising into the skin, his legs spread wide with his jumper zipped down as far as it can go, fucking up into you as you bounce on his cock.

Jerks himself off in his helicopter too, biting down onto his fist as he fucks into his hand with purpose.

He's noisy! All grunts and growls, whispering to you how good you feel, practically narrating what he's doing sometimes.

It's a balance of praise and degradation that he gives. Sometimes it fifty-fifty, saying how you're taking him so well, like a good whore should. Sometimes it switches from one to the other (be it extremes or not) - it just depends.

Gives oral like it’s his job. Steady grip on your thighs, pushing them back and wide and buries himself between them for as long as you'll allow him to. He's so sloppy with it too, drooling and spitting all over you as he sucks you off/eats you out. (If you look close enough, you can tell it's started to bleach his beard, too).

Takes his time fucking you. He doesn't like quickies at all - if he isn't able to fuck you at the pace he wants, he isn't doing it. Now, this doesn't necessarily mean that he isn't up for hard and fast sex, but it's more so that he doesn't like time constraints.

More often than not, though, he goes slow (at least, at first), teasing you until you're begging before slowly pushing into you, dragging his cock in and out of you at an excruciating pace.

Speaking of, too, he's such a tease and he knows it.

Loves loves loves pulling and grabbing your hair, forcing you to arch your back as he pounds into you from behind relentlessly, watching the way your ass ripples with every snap of his hips.

Dumbification, too. Loves getting you all cock-drunk and fucked out to the point where you can't think for yourself, teasing you and borderline-mocking you as he slides a hand down your stomach, bringing his thumb down to your clit and making slow circles around it/grabbing the base of your cock and slowly stroking up and down it as he coos at you.

This goes hand in hand with overstimulation - loves making you cum over and over and over again until you can't think and it's too much, only to coax another orgasm out of you.

[kindofatheatrekid]

Soft Yandere! Veteran HCs (and a special something at the end!)

So I basically fell in love with this nameless man I wrote on a whim- And now I’m giving the dude a name now- My precious moot helped me to cement his identity as a jaded, Russian veteran and I obviously leaped at the chance of making an old dilf. I fucking love this man- 😀

This is definitely NSFW so…

MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI.

That’s better! ❤️

Soft Yandere! Veteran who’s at least twenty-five years your senior— and makes sure that you remember that. He’ll make sure that any bratty attitude coming from you will be promptly shut down. Whether it’ll be through a spanking session or giving your mouth something better to do… Well. It depends on how much you’ve pissed him off already. ^^

(Don’t worry, though. He’s too much of a softie to not ensure that you’ll enjoy every second of your “punishment~” 😮‍💨)

“In my days, cadets used to have their teeth smashed in if they mouthed off to their superiors. Shouldn’t you thank me for my leniency, love?”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who makes sure that you’re always well fed. He may have some food insecurity problems, and would never want his beloved to ever experience that gnawing hunger he felt in his earlier years. So say au revoir to any diets you want to do!

He’s a good cook too, so you bet he’s going to feed you every time you see each other. You’re always going to be greeted with food as aftercare— there’s no arguing on that. He will force-feed you. 😓

“A diet? Tch. You don’t need that. Just eat, dear. You need the nutrients for later.”

Speaking of aftercare! Soft Yandere! Veteran who knows exactly what to do after years of fucking women. …And maybe some men but we don’t talk about his soldier years- The man will wipe you down and massage every part of your body that aches after his rough treatment. Believe in the old man who has chronic pain every day because of what he did in his youth- He definitely knows how to relieve any muscle aches. 😌

Soft Yandere! Veteran who is a huge cuddler. He’s taller than you and is just a brickhouse— you’re not going anywhere if he wants to cuddle with you. He probably has a size kink, loves seeing you try to fit him in your mouth. He’ll be so condescending about it too, goading you on while he’s reading the newspaper like the senile man he is. 😩

“Come on, love~ Is that really the best you can do? You can take a bit more, right? For me~?”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who is Russian! The man never speaks crass words, though— always a gentleman through and through. His mama taught him right! He has to make sure that you remember your manners with him too! Say please and then he might give you what you want. It depends, though. Have you been a polite lover to him today? 🤔

“Mmm… I don’t know, Солнце… You’ve been so naughty today. I think you should beg some more for my cock~”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who has episodes of depression whenever he remembers the young men he killed in the battlefield. You can find him on the floor while staring at his countless medals— bottles of everclear on the floor with a few cigar buds in the ashtray nearby. A hug from you will help him a lot…

(Please replace the bitter cigar in his mouth with your sweet lips. Give him something else to think about. Better yet, why don’t you spread those thighs of yours? That will always get the old man going! 😊)

“...Thank you, лапочка. I needed this.”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who will never let you go. You’re just too pure for the world… He’s directly seen how dirty humans can be. You’re like a spring breeze to him, allowing him to relax his mind for the first time since he was drafted. Just listen to everything he says. Don’t you believe in him? 🥺

“...People… They can be cruel. Especially to wounded rabbits like you.”

You didn’t think that I’d just make headcanons after painting a scene in your head, right? Dear gods no! I want to be a nice author to you all! (At least until my mind decides to switch up and make angst- But you’re all safe! For now.) 😈

Anyways! I’m going to show y’all a blowjob scene with this old man now! Have fun! ^^

(It’s gender neutral this time because you’re sucking his dick-)

You thought he was being too cruel right now. Here you were: on your knees, serving the man while he was enjoying his morning cup of coffee. If you could talk, you would’ve whined at him for his attention; to get that dumb paper out of the way so he could fuck your mouth like you knew he could. He was undoubtedly affected by the way your lips were wrapped around not even half of his cock, though. There was a reason why his hand had a firm grip on your hair— not allowing you to pull away nor go deeper.

The old man had way too much patience compared to you, not even budging when you start to paw at his clothed thighs. He’s spent years on the battlefield, dear. The man can neglect his own needs as long as you learn your lesson. Your parents must have not taught you very well, but that’s fine! He can show you exactly how to stay in the lines.

Your desperate whimpers send shivers down his spine, the vibrations making his warm cock grow hotter— a familiar warmth pooling underneath his stomach. His hand tightens around your locks, a deep sigh escaping from his lips before he even knew it. You got what you wanted, his attention. And oh… You have his full attention.

A low growl was your only warning before he forced his cock down your throat— his hands now occupied with pulling your hair like it were a horse’s reins. You couldn’t breathe; he was big, and he knew that. You could barely see his sly grin through your tears, but you could feel it. By the way his hand was kept on the back of your head to keep your spit-covered lips on his cock. By the way his other hand was patting the top of your head so affectionately. By the way he cooed at you like he wasn’t choking you on his dick right now.

“Aww~ Is there something you want to say, Солнце? Come on~ Use your words for me, hm?”

The bastard was taking pleasure in your helplessness; he knew that your throat was far too occupied to do anything but let out a few muffled whimpers. Whimpers that went straight down to his weeping cock, his balls tightening even more when he sees how prettily you were silently begging for his mercy. The old man was just getting his rocks off at this point.

He kept on using you, bobbing your head over and over again— he was an old soldier, he knew precisely how long he could keep you gagging before you’d pass out. It was like a game to him in a way, seeing how far he could physically push you before you were on the brink of passing out. You were seeing both stars in your eyes and black spots; your adrenaline peaking from this deadly game. One where all you could do was trust the man in front of you that he knew what he was doing.

His endurance was no joke even after over a decade, you didn’t know how long it was before you could finally taste something bitter on your tongue— his head tilting up as he groaned. You were still gagging, your head pushed as far as possible when he came in your throat. The thick, slimy liquid going down your throat effortlessly as he slowly slides you off his limp dick. A round of coughs greeting you after your lungs were suddenly filled with oxygen after a while with barely any.

All he did was pat your head, grabbing a cloth from the table to clean up the mixture of his cum and your drool and tears off your face. His palms tenderly cupping your cheeks afterward— steadily lifting your face up before he presses a soft kiss on your now clean lips. A satisfied smile curving up his lips when he sees your blissed out, lost expression; your usual bratty self not seen at all.

“Hm… Better.”

Translation:

Солнце = sunshine

лапочка = sweetie pie / cutie

BRO. THIS. THIS DOES THINGS TO ME. Y'ALL LIKE THIS OLD MAN TOO, HUH??

"I know what you are."

[just1cefor4ll]

Hi can I request Ziferblat (the main singer) x reader something fluffy, idk plot maybe like reader being really happy for him after the semifinal and like surprising him or something

(feel free 2 ignore!!<3)

—Homecoming

Danya Leshchynskyi x f!reader

summary. you surprise Danya in Basel after being apart for a month

warnings. not proof read, slight swearing

translations. Моя єдина= my only one, Янгол мій = my angel, Мій милий= my dear, Моя Лапочка = my sweet

The blue light coming from your phone illuminated the taxi drivers car, the moon light covered by the dark clouds forming in the sky.

The first semi-finals of Eurovision were currently happening live, and your lover was participating— representing your country with a pride greater than of a hundred medieval rulers combined.

You held your breath as only three more countries were left to be chosen, Ukraine being one of the awaiting countries to either be sent home or raise from their seats in disbelief. Danya didn’t know you were in Switzerland— when he was leaving you told him you’d stay home but your parents had scolded you and told you to just go and support your lover, and so you did without protest. The earliest flight you could find was yours and now, as you were driving to the hotel he was in, your hands felt unbelievably sweaty from anxiety.

The horror on the twins’ face was evident, you knew them too well and they had the habit of doubting themselves as if it was a well payed job. You wished you could be there with them, they often told you that you had such a way with words that their worries would be washed away like sand hit by the ocean waves.

You sighed in frustration as you walked into the lobby and sat down at the small sitting area where you gave your screen your full attention once again as Danya’s face with two other contestants appeared on screen. Your heart clenched as you saw their devastated looks, clasping your hands together in a praying position as you stared impatiently at the screen.

“The last country qualifying for the grand-final is..”

“…Ukraine!”

A sharp breath escaped your lips, a sort of breathed out laugh mixed with a half sob. You saw the way most of their team instantly lit up, making you smile and tear up all at once. A relieved exhale followed, your heart swelling with pride at how far he and his team had come, how much they had pushed through.

About an hour and a half passed before a handful off participants began piling into the lobby, all still running on the the adrenaline from tonights results. You scanned the small crowd, eyes darting from face to face, searching for that familiar shade of blond—and then, there he was.

Tired, but glowing. His smile softer than usual, like it hadn’t fully hit him yet. He walked alongside a man with red hair, chatting animatedly, his hand gesturing loosely in the air, a habit of his you adored. Your breath hitched. He was only a few feet away now, right across from you.

You shot up from your seat, suddenly hyper aware of your heart beating in your chest. Valya spotted you first, his eyes widening slightly before a smirk tugged at his lips. He nudged Danya sharply, earning a confused glare and a swat to the shoulder. But then Danya followed his brother’s pointed finger—and froze. His eyes landed on yours, jaw dropping before he ran towards you full force. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, lifting you off the ground as he spun you around, tears already beginning to slip onto your shoulder. His laughter was shaky, hinted with emotion. “[Name], Моя єдина. Why— I’m so.. What are you doing here?”

He cupped your cheeks, hands trembling slightly, as he peppered your face with kisses as if to make sure you were really there. You smiled, your own eyes welling again as you pulled him into another embrace.

“Мій милий, I’m so proud of you,” you whispered, your voice sincere as he held onto you like his life depended on it.

You glanced past him and motioned for Valya to join you. He rolled his eyes like it was a hassle, but the way his grin grew gave him away. You pulled the twins into a group hug, wrapping your arms tightly around both of them like they were pieces of home you’d finally been reunited with. You pressed a kiss to each of Valya’s cheeks and ruffled his hair without hesitation. “You looked like you were shitting your pants, Val,” you teased, and he groaned dramatically, pushing at your shoulder. “Shut up, you always say that.” “And it’s always true,” you laughed, finally relaxing in the safety of their presence.

You walked with Danya to your room, and as you closed it he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you yet again, backing you up and onto a bed where he hovered over you. “I still don’t know if I’m hallucinating or if it’s really you Янгол мій.” He whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, then a second one, a third.. until you were out of breath. He lied down next to you, putting a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You smiled as your chest slowly rose and fell, laying on your side to look into his eyes. “It’s really me, love.” You placed your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp softly as he melted into your touch. “And I’m not going anywhere until you come back home.”

His eyes searched yours as if trying to decipher whether it was really you or some kind of doppelgänger, maybe to even convince himself he just misses you too much and is currently going insane.

“I wanted to surprise you, I missed you so much it physically hurt.” You said as your thumb trailed over his cheekbone. He looked at you with so much love you could’ve sworn hearts started forming as he smiled softly. “Say that again.” You chuckle, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I missed you Danya. Every minute, every song, your stupid fights with Valentyn Every plane I saw made me wish I was on it, flying to you.” You pressed another kiss to his nose. “And I’m here now, and I don’t plan on leaving until you come back home with me.”

“What have I done to deserve such an angel like you, Моя Лапочка?” He pulled you closer to him, and for the first time in a month, you felt like you were finally where you were meant to be.

© just1cefor4all— I don’t consent to my writing being reposted to other platforms or fed into AI. Translating it is also strictly prohibited. 🚫

[mothersceleton]

Начала работать над новым видео в тик ток. Потому что я смогла взломать Ибис Пеинт на ПК😎 я хз нужен ли вам мой аккаунт от тик тока. . I started working on a new video in tiktok. Because I was able to hack Ibis Paint on a PC, I don't know if you need my account from tik tok. .

Он такой лапочка. . He's such a sweetheart. . 😭

[deer-xing-png]

I'm impatient so I'm posting these now

My girlfriend and I in a couple of my favorite universes 😭😭❤️

First one is pokemon, I drew us both as lycanroc, but different evolutions of it

Second one is meant to be a Bambi-esque style lol

[lina-vas-dom]

Прикоснуться к тебе Можно только во сне, Ах, блаженные одуванчики, Отчего же так хочется, Хочется мне Целовать Твои пальчики? Ухожу, и с любовью, С любовью сложу Свои мысли В котомочке… Ухожу… ухожу… ухожу Не ушёл. Я как зверь На верёвочке...

Мне бы что-то Сказать, Или что-то Спросить, Я ж: какая она Лапочка… Отчего же так хочется. Хочется быть Твоим комнатным Тапочком? /Борис Барский

To touch you I can only touch you in my dreams, Ah, blissful dandelions, Why do I want to I want to To kiss Your fingers? /Boris Barsky

[malk1ns]

january 27 @ sharks, 2-1 loss

SIGHHHHHHHHHHH. short one today, game was boring sid was boring geno was disappeared i simply had nothing to wring from this one for a plotline. sorry! hopefully they start delivering again soon.

Sid stumbles across the Sharks’ walk-in photos when he’s scrolling Twitter after he wakes up from his nap, but before he has to get dressed and ready to leave for the arena.

He hasn’t talked to Macklin all that much. The league pushed him and Bedard together for promos as much as possible last season, but for whatever reason Macklin hasn’t gotten the same treatment; they chatted at media day in early fall, but that’s pretty much been it. He’s kept track of what’s going on in San Jose, though, just like he does with all highly-touted draft picks.

He’s noticed the way Macklin and the other rookie have latched onto each other. It’s good, to have someone who’s in the same boat as you when you have the weight of an entire franchise on your shoulders. Sid thinks his rookie year would feel a lot less bittersweet in his memory if he hadn’t been quite as alone as he was.

The pictures of Macklin in a jersey with ‘SMITH’ emblazoned across the back makes him pause, though. The expressions on their faces are familiar.

It’s been almost 20 years now, but to Sid it doesn’t seem like all that long ago that he was blushing and giggly over a crush on a teammate. He remembers how it felt, like he had some big secret that was practically bursting its way out of his chest.

The way Celebrini and Smith are looking at each other looks exactly how Sid remembers that feeling.

In bed next to him, Geno snorts into his pillow, groaning as his alarm starts to chime softly. Grumbling, he slaps at his phone until it goes silent, then rolls over and buries his face into Sid’s neck with a whine.

“You could have kept sleeping,” Sid scolds, tossing his phone to the side in favor of wiggling around until he can pull Geno into his arms. “You don’t have to be at the rink until puck drop basically.”

“Mmmm,” Geno manages in reply, mouthing at Sid’s jawline. “Want to go with you. I go see trainers before, maybe.”

Sid extracts one arm so he can grab for his phone again and check the time. “We can maybe wait another ten minutes,” he murmurs, rubbing his palms down Geno’s warm back. “Hey, I love you.”

“Я тоже тебя люблю, лапочка,” Geno sighs, going boneless under Sid’s touch.

It’s a rare day that Sid seriously thinks about calling out sick like a regular employee, playing hooky and spending the day in bed with his boyfriend. Today, though, with the California sunshine streaming in through the window, he wishes he could type out a message to his boss that he’s under the weather and let Geno’s warmth ease him back to sleep.

It’s probably okay if they take the second shuttle to the arena today instead of the first one, Sid reasons, letting his eyes slip shut. Just a few more minutes.

[red-dori]

Такая вот лапочка. В волосах есть залысины,но итак слишком много ниток, поэтому пусть будет так же. Хотела у плеч добавить кружева, но вроде и так норм. Может ещё носик и рот сделаю. Хотя вроде и так мило.)

А сейчас покажу, что связала до неё. Бедный пёсик 😂