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Okay so here me out Nikolai as a dad (dilf) mainly a girl dad.
Fuck yeah!!
I know he's got some dad jokes locked away that he’ll deliver in the driest tone, only letting a grin cock the side of his lip once his daughters have rolled their eyes and vacated the room with an exaggerated groan.
He rarely talks about work or his life prior to having a family but every now and then he’ll drop the most traumatic-sounding bombshells that makes everyone a little bit uncomfortable.
It's a really fast but toxic way to settle arguments with your moody teenage daughter.
“Oh my God, Dad, you're the worst!!! I'll die if I don't get to go!!” “Don't talk to me about almost dying, dochenka. I can not count the number of times death has been over my shoulder. When you've had shrapnel surgically removed from your lungs we can talk.”
And while he doesn't drop that lore around them often, he will bemuse to his baby momma in private about how they're too soft on those girls. They wouldn't last a day growing up in Moscow. They won't howl like wolves if they are not raised like wolves.
He's so tight as well. He’ll splurge on some things, good shoes, a reliable car, etc but he bangs on about how quickly the food goes down, or the lights being on and surely you're using too much shampoo if you're getting through it all that fast.
When they're small he really is so soft and gentle with them. Carries them everywhere, a baby bag stuffed full of everything he could need wherever he goes.
He brings toys and treats home whenever he's been away for work.
Doesn't care about looking silly with glitter on his face and flower clips in his hair so long as it's for his daughters.
But eventually there's a switch: when they're walking, talking, learning, and living with far less aid, he goes from soft and patient to strict.
He's no longer cutting crusts, or arguing with the mums of the kids his girls have problems with. You’ll do it yourself or you’ll suffer through it. He’ll help but he won't do it for you.
Even though internally his heart breaks a little. It grew two sizes when he first held his eldest in his arms which means it hurts even more to see tears in her eyes. But he's practical, and knows he can't protect them forever.
And while I'm here: One of the really big things for me about his remake design is how undefined his muscles are. He's two steps away from a dad bod. Like he is OBJECTIVELY strong. There is a lot of muscle, he's powerful but it's functional, it's built up and sustained through physical labour and probably some kind of workout routine but he doesn't take the time to tone it. There are no glamour muscles on display. He doesn't have the crazy shoulder-to-waist ratio or the bulging, abs and pecs. He even seems to have a layer of fat over his chest and stomach and it makes my mouth water.
He doesn't feel like a calorie-counting, all work no play kind of guy.
I have like 3 multi K WIPs so close to being finished but I'm so busy and when I have the time I have no energy to muster sentences. The limbo is killing me 🙃
#105: Use the words fireworks, kiss and midnight in your next story.
#351: "I could kiss you right now!" "You're very welcome to do it."
#399: "Kiss me or kill me, but make up your mind right now."
#412: "One kiss before we die?" "You can get the kiss when we survive, so move!"
#447: Kissing in the rain sounds romantic until one of them ends up with pneumonia.
#488: "You kissed me." "You kissed me back." "And I'm not here to apologize."
#490: "I would appreciate it, if you would kiss me right now."
#555: "If you don't kiss me, right now…" "Then what?" "Then I will have to do it myself."
#577: "Are you going to hit me if I kiss you?" "I might if you don't."
#670: The kiss cam definitely had it in for her.
#832: "Why do I feel like that dog gets more kisses than me?"
#875: "When did you find out?" "When you kissed me, probably."
#978: She was not the type of person to back down from a dare. And everything he did was daring her to kiss him.
#1002: "I can't stop thinking about kissing you." "Then do it. Get it out of your head."
#1005: "Would you kiss me for 100€?" "Sorry, but I don't have any cash on me right now." "No, I mean I would give you 100€ to kiss me." "Why would you give me money to do something I would pay money to do?"
#1008: "It was just a kiss." "I know. But does it have to be just that?"
#1010: "Let's not worry about the future. Let's just take this one kiss at a time." "I like how that sounds."
#1016: All their kisses so far had been full of anger. Too rough, too desperate. This one was their first kiss that was soft, without urgency.
#1061: "I have wanted to kiss you every time I've seen you smile." "Then why haven't you yet?"
#1080: "I can't stop thinking about kissing you." "And what are you going to do about that?"
#1087: She wanted it all. The lazy mornings in bed, the fight over which movie to watch, the bumping into each other in their small kitchen. The disagreements and the tears and the kisses and their love. For once she wanted to be selfish, and she wanted to have it all.
#1122: "Well, I did kiss you back, didn't I?"
#1128: "You really love me? This is not a prank, right? Because then I would have to punch you and I actually really want to kiss you."
#1266: "Why is your stupid face just so kissable?"
#1303: "You almost kissed me." "And you sound disappointed that I didn't."
More: Kisses Masterpost
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♡ RE MEN/READER DRABBLES: Nikolai Zinoviev, Brad Vickers, Barry Burton, Chris Redfield, HUNK
♡ 18+ MDNI
♡ Wanted to do some rapid-fire writing practice, so I rolled some dice to pick characters and prompts. I think you'll like the results （˶•̀ ᎑-˶）
Nikolai Zinoviev
“Fuck me? Is not in job description…” The implication of his words strikes you hard and fast, causing heat to ignite in your chest, its flames rising high to lick your cheeks before he’d even finished speaking. “But for you, I make exception.”
The cutting intensity of his chillingly grey eyes does nothing to cool your nervous system, so you avert your gaze, rolling your eyes and scoffing defensively. “Ew. Not if you were the last person-
Calloused fingertips connect with your jaw, the tang of his fingerless leather gloves assailing your nose as he forcibly turns your face back to his, wickedness dripping from his tone; "Look me in the eyes when you lie like that."
Brad Vickers
Sleep rarely comes easy to you when Brad isn’t home. So, though you’d been miserable without him, fidgety to have him home and wrapped up in your arms, you still groan in tired irritation to be stirred by his weight on the mattress.
“Hello to you too, honey.” His arms wrap around your exposed belly—cold enough to make you flinch, but familiar and comforting enough that you snuggle further into his grasp instead.
Before long, his hands get brazen, greedily groping at your flesh, travelling beneath your flimsy layer of jammies to get a better feel. Smiling lips press soft kisses along the curve of your shoulders, growing wider as you groan aloud.
“Brad, it’s far too late for you to be this frisky.” Low and breathy, your voice betrays you as much as your hips, which rock lazily against the hard shaft caged beneath his boxers.
“C’mon, admit it.” Brad coos at you in reply, meeting your ass with harder, more deliberate thrusts. “You love it when I get like this."
Barry Burton W: Cheating
"God, you feel so good” He grunts it like an animal between gritted teeth, his grip on you tight, grounding him before he loses himself in the confines of your hot, clenching hole.
The praise is appreciated, sparking red-hot tension through your core, making you curl your toes and press your back harder into the mattress. Appreciated, but not merited. Not only is Barry your coworker, but he’s married—with kids! Yet here he is, in your bed, between your legs, while the people he made a vow to wait and worry for his return.
Homewreckers don’t deserve praise.
“Yeah?” His arm hair is thick under your fingers, his biceps tensing under your ticklish caress until you lock your fingers together at the nape of his neck and drag him closer. "Then shut up and keep going."
You take no pride in the mistake you’re making, but it feels far too fucking good to stop.
Chris Redfield w: mention of cigarette smoking
Chris Redfield, for all his harsh words, firm frame, and bristly shadow, has the softest kisses imaginable. They’re slow and tender. His body is warm against yours. His leg gently bouncing, aiding the lackadaisical build-up of tension precisely when you’re rutting up on his thigh.
You’re not quite sure how you ended up here, shamelessly melting within the arms of a man you’d spent your whole career butting heads with. Frankly, you don’t care. You can even forgive how his tongue tastes like an ashtray, so long as he keeps it between your lips.
“Touch me…” His voice is tighter than his grip on your wrist as he drags your hand downward, your listless fingers dragging over the soft cotton of the troublesome turtleneck that hides his muscles from your gluttony, stopping only when you feel the metal of his belt buckle on your palm. “Here.”
Remarkably, though reluctantly, it’s you who breaks the kiss; raising your brows and pursing your lips as you look back and forth between his face and his crotch, mustering as much mischief and disapproval as you can before looking him dead in the eye. "You think you’re in control here? That’s cute. Say please.”
Oh, he likes that. He might not admit it, but you see the way his pupils dilate, and his jaw clenches; trying and failing to keep a smile from curling across his increasingly tasty-looking lips. His face stays taut, teeth half clenched as he bites out your request: “Please.”
HUNK W: BDSM/Fetish themes
Really, you ought to know better than to be making wagers with The Grim Reaper himself. You aren’t new on the scene, you know full well his track record and how the cards weren’t stacked in your favour.
HUNK himself had warned you that it was a losing bet. Not trash talk. Not goading. Plain and simple fact.
If anybody asked, you’d tell them you were trying to better yourself, to learn from the master. It’d be believable, but a lie all the same. The truth is, you liked the feel of his strong, skilled hands on you. Every movement he made was practised, precise, and powerful as he took you down, pinning you to the foam mat over and over again.
"Back up. Closer. I want to see if you’ll actually do it." His voice echoes through his mask, and makes your stomach feel tight with knots. The second truth is that from head to toe, you’re flooded with a balmy combination of shame and arousal for what you’re about to do.
Mask and helmet already shed, and resting in the hands of your conqueror, you're settled on your knees at his feet. You shuffle back half a foot before succumbing to your forfeit by bending over to rest your upper body on your elbows before planting your lips to the toe of his boot.
♡ RE MEN/READER DRABBLES: Nikolai Zinoviev, Brad Vickers, Barry Burton, Chris Redfield, HUNK
♡ 18+ MDNI
♡ Wanted to do some rapid-fire writing practice, so I rolled some dice to pick characters and prompts. I think you'll like the results （˶•̀ ᎑-˶）
Nikolai Zinoviev
“Fuck me? Is not in job description…” The implication of his words strikes you hard and fast, causing heat to ignite in your chest, its flames rising high to lick your cheeks before he’d even finished speaking. “But for you, I make exception.”
The cutting intensity of his chillingly grey eyes does nothing to cool your nervous system, so you avert your gaze, rolling your eyes and scoffing defensively. “Ew. Not if you were the last person-
Calloused fingertips connect with your jaw, the tang of his fingerless leather gloves assailing your nose as he forcibly turns your face back to his, wickedness dripping from his tone; "Look me in the eyes when you lie like that."
Brad Vickers
Sleep rarely comes easy to you when Brad isn’t home. So, though you’d been miserable without him, fidgety to have him home and wrapped up in your arms, you still groan in tired irritation to be stirred by his weight on the mattress.
“Hello to you too, honey.” His arms wrap around your exposed belly—cold enough to make you flinch, but familiar and comforting enough that you snuggle further into his grasp instead.
Before long, his hands get brazen, greedily groping at your flesh, travelling beneath your flimsy layer of jammies to get a better feel. Smiling lips press soft kisses along the curve of your shoulders, growing wider as you groan aloud.
“Brad, it’s far too late for you to be this frisky.” Low and breathy, your voice betrays you as much as your hips, which rock lazily against the hard shaft caged beneath his boxers.
“C’mon, admit it.” Brad coos at you in reply, meeting your ass with harder, more deliberate thrusts. “You love it when I get like this."
Barry Burton W: Cheating
"God, you feel so good” He grunts it like an animal between gritted teeth, his grip on you tight, grounding him before he loses himself in the confines of your hot, clenching hole.
The praise is appreciated, sparking red-hot tension through your core, making you curl your toes and press your back harder into the mattress. Appreciated, but not merited. Not only is Barry your coworker, but he’s married—with kids! Yet here he is, in your bed, between your legs, while the people he made a vow to wait and worry for his return.
Homewreckers don’t deserve praise.
“Yeah?” His arm hair is thick under your fingers, his biceps tensing under your ticklish caress until you lock your fingers together at the nape of his neck and drag him closer. "Then shut up and keep going."
You take no pride in the mistake you’re making, but it feels far too fucking good to stop.
Chris Redfield w: mention of cigarette smoking
Chris Redfield, for all his harsh words, firm frame, and bristly shadow, has the softest kisses imaginable. They’re slow and tender. His body is warm against yours. His leg gently bouncing, aiding the lackadaisical build-up of tension precisely when you’re rutting up on his thigh.
You’re not quite sure how you ended up here, shamelessly melting within the arms of a man you’d spent your whole career butting heads with. Frankly, you don’t care. You can even forgive how his tongue tastes like an ashtray, so long as he keeps it between your lips.
“Touch me…” His voice is tighter than his grip on your wrist as he drags your hand downward, your listless fingers dragging over the soft cotton of the troublesome turtleneck that hides his muscles from your gluttony, stopping only when you feel the metal of his belt buckle on your palm. “Here.”
Remarkably, though reluctantly, it’s you who breaks the kiss; raising your brows and pursing your lips as you look back and forth between his face and his crotch, mustering as much mischief and disapproval as you can before looking him dead in the eye. "You think you’re in control here? That’s cute. Say please.”
Oh, he likes that. He might not admit it, but you see the way his pupils dilate, and his jaw clenches; trying and failing to keep a smile from curling across his increasingly tasty-looking lips. His face stays taut, teeth half clenched as he bites out your request: “Please.”
HUNK W: BDSM/Fetish themes
Really, you ought to know better than to be making wagers with The Grim Reaper himself. You aren’t new on the scene, you know full well his track record and how the cards weren’t stacked in your favour.
HUNK himself had warned you that it was a losing bet. Not trash talk. Not goading. Plain and simple fact.
If anybody asked, you’d tell them you were trying to better yourself, to learn from the master. It’d be believable, but a lie all the same. The truth is, you liked the feel of his strong, skilled hands on you. Every movement he made was practised, precise, and powerful as he took you down, pinning you to the foam mat over and over again.
"Back up. Closer. I want to see if you’ll actually do it." His voice echoes through his mask, and makes your stomach feel tight with knots. The second truth is that from head to toe, you’re flooded with a balmy combination of shame and arousal for what you’re about to do.
Mask and helmet already shed, and resting in the hands of your conqueror, you're settled on your knees at his feet. You shuffle back half a foot before succumbing to your forfeit by bending over to rest your upper body on your elbows before planting your lips to the toe of his boot.
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Could I get a nsfw headcanon for Sergei Vladimir please
Just one? Okay bb! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝💕
Loves dirty talk; heavy on talking you through it. He values communication, loves to hear how good he's making you feel, what you want him- need him to do to you, your enthusiasm toward his own pleasure.
Not that he doesn't also enjoy fucking you to the point of incoherent babbling or total speechlessness- whichever is more your speed.
For everything we do here, please be sure to be careful with what you edit, and restart your computer to lock things in.
If you don't have access to the Group editor, (likely to happen if you're on base windows) you can do this as well by opening your Registry Editor app, then inputting this after your 'computer' or whatever the initial segment is. (Mine is computer. If I just try and paste the below string it gets SO mad at me)
Navigating to your "turnoffwindowscopilot", hit modify, and set the value data to 1.
If done correctly, it'll look like this.
While we're at it, you can also get rid of the integrated search, (or that thing where it searches the web when you search anything, whether or not you want it to) and such through regedit as well.
Navigate to your "DisableSearchBoxSuggestions" bit, if you don't see it, you can make it by right clicking and creating a new registry D-Word key of that exact name. Edit the key, set it to 1. It'll look like this if you do it right!
To get rid of Windows Spotlight, (The thing where it pulls up ten billion pages on windows start page, shoving ads in your face and cluttering everything) we go to
And set "Enabled State" To 0. If you do it right, it'll look like this!
Disabling edge on startup will also help a fair deal with processing speed and the like. This you can do in all sorts of ways, the easiest being turning it off entirely on startup through settings in the like.
If you want to kill it *entirely*, though? :)
In regedit, run along to Computer\HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Policies\Microsoft
Navigate to your MicrosoftEdge key subcategory. If you don't see it, you can make one! Note, this is a KEY, not a d-word. *inside* that subcategory, we want to either make or find the D-Word key of PreventLaunchEdge and set that to 1 in the same way as all the others.
It'll look like this.
Aaaand while we're here, I'd HIGHLY recommend shanking Killer Networking Services. It's just bloatware. (Ostensibly it's supposed to monitor your network bandwidth and even things out, but that really means it's constantly monitoring and pinging things, which eats up the bandwidth you DO get, and also chunks your computer's processing power.) Getting rid of it entirely is borderline impossible, since it's set to redownload on regular updates and intel is very pushy with its updates.
This you can do by opening your Services.msc, which basically shows you all the background stuff that Windows does. Find Anything with Killer in the name, right click it, go to properties, and disable startup. It should look like this, if done successfully. It will probably reenable itself in time/in later updates for windows, but it's a quick fix. I'd also check your TaskScheduler app to make sure that nothing's scheduled to open up there, either.
If you CAN completely kill Killer services through uninstalling and the like, I would warn that at very least for my computer, the only ethernet/lan support applications that are available ARE Killer's. When you download updates, you really do have to do it manually and ONLY download the ethernet services, or just be cool with not having Lan functionality.
One last thing, not a shit application but is a shit service. If your computer's constantly overheating or just warm, you likely have Turboboost enabled. (Default setting that you can't change) If you want to be able to turn it off and drop your temps by like 40 degrees, in Regedit go to
(Note- This isn't the string copy paste from the reddit thread, this is mine that does the same thing. If my string doesn't work for you, check the reddit thread string. If that doesn't work either, you can follow the path and find it pretty easily. Probably has like, one letter of difference somewhere. The bits all start the same, though, so it's easy to find.)
and go to "attributes". Set the value from 1 to 2, and now in your advanced Power Plan settings in control panel, you'll be able to *see* turbo boost and turn it off.
It'll look like this, and in power options, a successful disabling of boost should look like this.
Turning off quick startup's also a good call, since that basically stops your restarts from actually shutting things down properly.
GOOD LUCK OUT THERE YALL. MAKE SURE TO CLEAN YOUR PC!
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