his voice breaks a lot when you're sucking him off. he can't keep quiet to save his life, a mess of garbled whimpers and shaky demands for you to keep going. he wouldn't let you touch yourself while pleasuring him, selfishly wanting all your focus and want to be solely on him.
if you thought zandik was loud when your mouth was deep throating him, good lord... pegging him would be a nightmare for anyone foolish enough to wander the halls late at night. imagine being the poor, unfortunate fatui agent who heard his boss getting pounded into oblivion.
it was embarrassing really, how pitiful he looked while his lips smashed against yours in hopes of grounding himself as your hips kept slamming into him. the harness he wore definitely helped to make sure he didn't break a bone or two. he teared up each time he was close to orgasm, knees buckling and his arms desperately pulling you closer.
he refused to look you in the eyes afterwards, cursing under his breath as you cleaned him up. he'd start complaining if your hands lingered too much on his ass, even if all you were doing was giving his bruised cheeks a nice massage. a nice cup of tea and a kiss on the cheek were usually enough to soothe his frustrations, unless you went too hard on his weary body. in that case, some extra paperwork was in order.
zandik's way of rewarding you was by letting you choose which segment you wanted to fuck for the night. 65 and 45 he had no problem with, but there was definitely some envy if you were more attracted to younger segments like 25, 18 or even webby. he'd get more snappy when the two of you were in private, asking how much you liked your little 'boy toys'. calm down gramps, this was your idea...
65 fucked you the same way zandik wished he could still do, holding you against him while his cock split you open, his large arms not letting you move an inch until he had his fill. getting him in the mood was a risky endeavor and it didn't happen often, because the aftermath usually meant that you'd be bedridden the next day. he preferred to keep his mask on, the beak often leaving scratches and bruises on your skin.
45 on the other hand liked to take his time, tying you up, pouring hot wax or a substance of his making onto your skin, especially since he knew how impatient the original got when hours passed and he hadn't even put his dick inside you yet. his strokes were slow and teasing, savoring each and every part of you, just to stop when you were on the brink of your climax, wanting to hear you beg for it.
as much as zandik loved to see you enjoying yourself, he craved to be the one making you scream like that. but the sight was worth it, especially when you struggled to take multiple segments all at once. he'd feign disappointment if you started wriggling around, mocking you for your weakness. how could you hope to stand beside him, if a few of his segments' cocks were all it took to get you pleading to stop?
Okay okay I love og Zandik too (I do trust me) but like what if he had an immortal lover (like a khanrian or a fae or an immortal race like Alice) who saw him at almost every stage of his life (except 8 and 18 yo Zandik cuz they were both still in the Akademiya)
You don't see a clone of him you see the segments for who they are, which is Zandik himself frozen in a specific timeline. Zandik knows this too and is the reason why he lets you interact with all of them in a way, and the segments know it too. They want you for themselves but you're always fussing over the original because "he's old and needs more care than them."
Bullshit, can't you see how hard all of them are??? I feel like they let the og Zandik die not only because they wanted to dissect him, but because without the original, they all will have their own time with you. They want what he has and it's not the lab.
They'd divide your time amongst themselves, whether they use it to experiment on you or use that time to fuck you senseless is up to them really, what matters is that you're not stuck playing caretaker for an old man. 18 takes out his sexual frustrations on you since he's never known you from the original Zandik's memories and this is all he knows about male and female relationships between two individuals of a species. 25 is the one to make you participate in experiments, nothing dangerous, of course, he knows the other segments will dissect him just like the original if that ever happens. 35, who knows you much better than 25, does both, sometimes at the same time. Most of these experiments are usually you being injected with some drug that leaves you dripping for him.
45, who takes care of the social side of things for the Zandiks, has a little more tact. He'll court you properly, taking you on dates and such, but he's also the most possessive of all. He knows that unless other men or even his other segments got the hint that you exclusively belong to him, they'll never get the hint. Public/semi-public sex happens a lot with him, holding you down in his lab while the segments (and the occasional agent) watch you getting destroyed by him but can do nothing because it's his day with you, and they all agreed on fairness (at least with you).
Andddddd I'm too tired and uninspired to write for 65 when did this become a full on fanfic (girlie will do anything but write it on her own blog istg I need to work on my wips) but each day for the 5 days of the week you belong to a single segment of his, but on the last two day they will all cooperate to work on their "teamwork" and include you in it.
That or you are so sore and sensitive that you just lock yourself in your room (65 helped you escape) and instead spend the remaining two days sleeping in or playing sumeru chess with 8 instead (lil shit's so smug, he is aware of what happens to you on the 5 other days so he makes sure to use his puppy eyes and fake concern to lure you out and get your company for more time compared to the individual Zandiks. The other segments don't know whether to be proud of scared of his genius. They wish they were as baby as him. But they also know that if they were, you wouldn't indulge them the way you do now. So they shut up and just bring sweets for you as an apology with papers and mechanical gizmos for 8 as a bribe to not hoard you for a long time. 8 is the real winner here really.)
i love you for this, absolutely delicious.
their bickering would only get worse after the old man dies, now that you don't have him as your priority.
i can definitely see omega sabotaging the other segments a lot, even the younger ones. now that the original was gone, he felt it was only natural that he became what zandik used to be for you.
this gave me some inspiration for more segment rambles, thank you diva.
and i saw people asking for more sfw works, they're coming too! fluff is good for the soul.
sex in the lab was quite uncomfortable for someone his age, so the chances of him bending you over the desk were slim... is what I'd say if I had no faith in our boss. don't let his wrinkles fool you, he fucks you like he has something to prove. and yes, perhaps he did have to take viagra beforehand but that's beside the point.
you wouldn't get any special, slutty uniforms, but he'd request that you didn't wear underwear underneath. sometimes he just wanted to feel you up while he was thinking. and he loved smacking your ass. walking next to him? slap. explaining new data? slap. one time you figured out he wasn't feeling well, simply because he hadn't touched you all day.
constant reminders that no one else would have taken you in. you, with no experience and fresh out of uni? yeah, right. don't be too verbal with your gratitude, he finds it insincere and aggravating. instead put your mouth where your money is, and show him how much you want to stay here.
zandik prefers a steady pace, your tongue giving attention to the veins first, hands caressing his thighs, before you start taking him in fully. his hand was constantly in your hair, guiding you, or better to say, using you as he pleased. he once made a spreadsheet of all the things you kept doing wrong while giving him head.
imagine sitting on his lap and humping his thigh after a long day. he felt too tired to please you himself, but he wanted you to come undone because of him. his breathing would match yours, letting out sharp chuckles from how desperate you were. he'd whisper the most demeaning things, his fingers digging into your hips when you got close, not letting you finish. if you want to cum, you'd better start begging, maybe throw in a little 'please sir', or just keep whining until he was sick of it.
he drops things on purpose, just so you'd bend over and pick them up, trying to be all helpful. he berated you for it, asking why you always made an effort to suck up to him so much.
when you forget to close the door when you're changing into your lab wear in one of the spare rooms, don't be surprised if zandik seems particularly on edge afterwards. he ignores you more often than usual, or simply leaves without an explanation. while you're pondering if you've offended him somehow, he's in the bathroom, washing his face in hopes of squashing down the temptation to jerk off in the stall like some horny teenager.
i just love fantasizing about dottore’s segments and how they would enjoy their time with you !! With permission from the original of course !
warnings: mentions of blood, knife play, degradation, Dacryphilia (lmk if there are others you see !!) || heavily unedited
characters: segments 18 and 25 || part 2
18
The youngest of the adult segments. Often others would taunt him and say he has no idea what he’s doing… which is not far from the truth. Poor 18 who was too obsessed with school that he was unable to form any sort of relationship or friendship with his peers.
He definitely has the most obvious wandering eyes compared to the others. Eyes laced with hunger and desire drink your appearance in the lab whenever you stood closer to the original. Sometimes he wouldn’t even notice the way his tongue came out to lick his lower lip or the hardening bulge in his pants when you bent over to pick something up. Sometimes you did notice his staring but brushed it off as him being… well himself.
When Zandik gives 18 permission to use you (for an experiment of course — to see how much you could handle, what else would it be?), he goes wild. All those nights having to jerk off alone with a pair of your panties pumping his aching cock where he had to use his imagination. Imagining you on your knees, one hand gripping his balls and the other holding the shaft as you run your tongue from the tip to his balls and back up, or you on your hands and knees on his bed, back arched so deliciously that your ass is enhanced even more. Oh yeah, he was gonna devour you.
His movements are definitely rushed. Poor baby doesn’t know what he’s doing. His grabbing at your breasts quite roughly and sucking so much. Your entire neck is covered with adoring bites. When he goes down on you, he can hardly contain his excitement. At first he gives experimental kitten licks on your clit, red hues gazing up from blue eyelashes as if waiting for your approval. Your soft moans is all he needs before he eats you like you are his last meal.
He hooks your thighs over his shoulders with a firm grip to keep you from moving. His tongue moves frantically, from your clit and down your folds before slipping inside your cunt, moaning against your pussy. He’s so messy but it feels so good !! He replaces his tongue with two fingers and pumps in and out and attacks your clit, sucking and nibbling just enough and loves how you writhe from his touch alone. It makes him feel proud and he wishes the other segments can see this act.
He’s so desperate it’s almost pathetic. His hips grind against the mattress in a weak attempt to pleasure himself and small whimpers emit from his lips. His moans alone as he devours you is enough to send you over the edge.
When it comes to the official act and he finally gets what he’s been longing for, he almost finished on the spot. Choked gasps leave his pretty mouth as he stares down at you in almost disbelief. He can hardy contain himself at this point. Your cunt squeezes around him graciously and continues to swallow him until he bottoms out, his flesh against yours. A small “Zandik” leaves your lips and its enough for him.
His thrusts are fast pace, his hands are roaming everywhere on your body, from circling your overstimulated clit that causes you to cry underneath him, to your breasts where he rolls the mounds between his fingers, to your neck where slender fingers grip the sides in attempt to cut off some air.
Your pussy is so warm and welcoming, as if you were designed perfectly just for his cock, a complete opposite of his hand and a spare panties that barely had your scent on them. You just take him so well and he lets you know how much of a good girl you are, and oh don’t forget he thinks you’re the prettiest woman he has ever seen in his life, especially when you’re begging for him to fuck into you harder. Despite being inexperienced and fast with his movements, he will make sure he tastes every inch of you before its the next segments turn.
25
Probably the most stuck up one besides Omega. In fact, he was probably the meanest one who thought he knew everything. This was the stage of Zandik’s life after being expelled from the Akademiya and pursuing other research with the Fatui, so it would make sense in some twisted way that he was mean and stuck up.
Unlike 18, this segment was more sneaky with his gestures. You’d often come and help inside the lab with the other segments or Zandik and 25 would be incredibly jealous. If you were beside him, he might accidentally knock over vials near you, and of course he would immediately blame you for being so careless and stupid, he’s just so mean to you. But as planned, you’d get on your hands and knees to clean it and would never notice the way this segment would stare you down.
Like 18, he would desperately jerk off but this time to the thought of you crying and it turned him on so much. He wondered if you would cry from physical pain or emotional pain (which he could do both) and that would make his desire for you grow. Sometimes he would sneak into your room when you are sleeping and just watch. He wanted nothing more than to strap you down and use you there but even he knew his limits with Zandik around.
After 18 had his fun with you and it was 25’s turn, you were definitely in for some form of torture (or pleasure)
Instead of the comfortable setting in 18’s room, this segment takes you to the lab as if you were his patient. At first he does a general assessment but don’t mind his wandering hands in between your thighs that graze against your cunt and flick at your clothed clit. The doctor is working of course ;)
He definitely loves to tie you down to the table completely naked. It’s so humiliating to be the only one nude while he is still dressed, but the way he looks at you behind glasses is enough to slightly wash away that shame.
At first he teases you. He blows hot air on your pussy and watches you squeeze around nothing. “Wow, you’re practically begging for me already and I haven’t done anything. Aren’t you a slut?”
He looms over you and leaves so many marks on your skin, sometimes even drawing blood but would lick it clean as some sort of apology. He’d stare at you and lick his lower lip to wipe off the little but of blood.
Besides his fingers, his scalpel is probably his tool of choice when playing with you. The sharp tip drags ever so slowly against your skin and the coolness of the blade causes your breath to hitch. Excitement or fear, you weren’t sure what you were feeling. Occasionally he might accidentally dig in ever so slightly to see the beautiful crimson color you produce and enjoys the face of pain you make. But don’t worry, the doctor will make you feel all better !!
Whenever he was satisfied from examining you, he fucks you without care. This segment really only cares for his own pleasure and doesn’t care about yours. He could go about his day even if you didn’t finish. He just wanted to use you to his heart’s desire.
He still remains fully clothed while fucking you. This gives him some sort of ego boost, that he was the one in charge and you were just something below him (figuratively and literally). He taunts you and degrades you and his hands are quite rough. You cry and tell him its too much, but oh dear you really shouldn’t disrupt the doctor while he’s at work. He stuffs two fingers in your mouth, practically almost all the way until he touches the back of your throat and you gag. 25 fucks you like the whore he calls you. He’s just so mean but you can’t deny the amount of pleasure flowing through your veins.
How spoiled was 8? How many toys and trinkets did this child get with uncle Lone doting on him every chance he could get?
What sweet nicknames did he give the kid and were his words always full of praise for his smallest accomplishments? Imagine all the drawings Feofan has clipped up in his office while the rest are scattered all over Dottore’s lab as the doctor’s motivation to keep going. That kid was loved, yo.
Dottore would have seen all this and just knew he chose right for his partner 🥹 he gives little dude all the goodness he was denied growing up.
On Pantalone, Dottore, and their Longing for Different Parts of Each Other
Still thinking too hard about the 6.6 Archon Quest and Anomalous Tree Marrows, so here’s an unhinged essay on the breathtaking tragedy of Pantalone and Dottore.
TLDR version
Pantalone insists that Dottore is Zandik because any alternative would be viscerally intolerable. He has to believe that some part of Zandik still persists within Dottore or else he has spent the better part of three centuries with his partner’s murderer
35 is the most selfish version of Dottore because he is Zandik immediately after he met Feofan, the manifestation of the moment he experiences what it means to be known, seen, and valued for his worldviews. In other words, he is Zandik once he knows what it’s like to have something to lose
Their final scene in front of Irminsul is an acknowledgement that they are out of time—literally and symbolically. Dottore will die and Pantalone will eventually follow, yes. But they are also out of each other’s time, each longing for different versions of the other
(No, I’m not okay, but let’s do this)
Let me preface this by acknowledging that my reading is informed by the fact that I ship them. I’ve been writing them as lovers since A Winter Night’s Lazzo came out, based solely on a familiarity with the Commedia dell’arte, a degree in identifying queer subtext, and a dream that Hoyo most definitely fulfilled. But the game is not being subtle here. Even if you don’t see their partnership as romantic, it is, at the very least, queerplatonic.
Regardless of how you interpret their relationship, the game makes it clear that Pantalone is the most significant person in Dottore’s life, more significant to Dottore than Dottore himself. Dottore’s primary record—his first memory in a game where memory is tantamount to life and identity—is a meticulously kept catalogue of every time his many selves saved and extended Pantalone’s life. It is Anomalous Tree Marrow I on purpose because Pantalone’s survival is written into every part of Zandik’s soul, down to the 8 year old who scolds Pantalone for misplacing his glasses. Forget the bickering Segments, forget the god-making, world-changing experiments—Pantalone’s safety, survival, and even comfort (looking at you, Alpaca wool) comes first.
I hardly have words for how incomprehensibly tragic they are.
Feofan spent 50 years with Zandik, the notoriously unsympathetic scientist who had already cauterized his compassion by the time of their first meeting. This is the heretic who preferred to view humans as test subjects and machines rather than leave himself open to more rejection than what he had already experienced.
This guy sets his eyes on Pantalone and immediately wants to keep him forever. Zandik fell hard enough for Test Subject 3 after a single meeting that he not only decided to refrain from experimenting on him, but went and learned his name, put in a good word with Pierro, and spent the rest of his life (and death!!!) guaranteeing Feofan's continued existence. This is U-hauling to the nth degree.
Now for some quick math: Pantalone is 72 years old when Zandik dies on his 85th birthday, meaning it was a 33-year-old Zandik who first met a 20-year-old Pantalone.
I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the 35-year-old Segment is the one who sees himself as the most selfish. He’s the closest to the 33-year-old Zandik who only needed one encounter with this nameless, injured, smooth-talking test subject before saying: “this one is mine. I’m keeping him. Not just until I get bored. Not just until I need a new test subject. Forever.” And this means that 35 is the first version of Zandik who sees himself as having something to lose. This is the Zandik who experienced a desire to keep Pantalone at his side for the rest of time. And also the Dottore who is still in the throes of NRE lol.
Prior to their in-game appearance, I headcannoned Pantalone as avaricious and possessive based on the Moment of Cessation artifact description. I still think he is in some respects, but Dottore definitely has him beat when it comes to sheer obsessive devotion.
If Dottore is the Segment who is closest—temporally speaking—to the moment in which he found a genuine partner whose views and values align with his own, then it doesn’t seem surprising that he would be the one most threatened by Zandik’s existence. Again, his selfishness is the same selfishness that made Zandik want to keep Pantalone in the first place. His envy is that of knowing what it is like for someone to look at him and not see a monster for the first time, and it makes him monstrous. Dottore might not have actively killed Zandik, but the Anomalous Tree Marrow III certainly makes it seem as though he, at the very least, persuaded the other Segments to agree to a DNR should Zandik end up in critical condition:
The fact that he often refers to his fellow Segments as “me” and “myself” makes me think he’s talking about getting the other Segments onto his side here rather than to Zandik, who he often describes as being somewhat apart from himselves.
I think it’s important to note that Dottore recognizes how Pantalone’s immortality cannot be guaranteed until Zandik dies. Zandik is the missing ingredient and Dottore understands this much. His willingness to let Zandik die can be partly attributed to his own selfishness and desire to supplant the original in all ways (including as Pantalone’s partner). But, regardless of intent, it also succeeds in ensuring Pantalone’s immortality, which has to be a fairly bitter pill for the latter to swallow.
Although Pantalone plays off the fact that he was unsettled by Zandik’s death and dissection (interjecting with “I never said that” when Dottore calls him on his past reaction during story time), it is abundantly clear that Pantalone experiences a potent emotional response every time one or more Zandik dies.
In the medical logs, for instance, Dottore makes a “joke” about developing antidepressants for Pantalone. But, given the timing and the fact that there had been no prior indication that Pantalone suffered from depression, one can easily assume that Pantalone is grieving and Dottore is being an envious asshole about it. (“Unsettled” also feels like a very Dottore way to describe someone suffering the grief of losing their partner of 50 years).
Similarly, when Dottore eradicates the rest of the Segments, he pithily describes Pantalone as behaving like “little more than a decorative vase” at the Harbinger meeting, which again comes across as a rather cold way of telling us that Pantalone is dissociating to cope with the grief of losing five more versions of Zandik—aspects he had, by then, lived with for four centuries. Ouch.
(At least Dottore thinks he’s pretty.)
Pantalone never shares his emotions with us players directly—his feelings are always focalized through Dottore’s mocking asides about Pantalone’s behaviors—but that honestly makes me think that Pantalone was even more distraught than what the text tells us. If even Dottore is making flippant comments that speak to him picking up on Pantalone’s distress, then it has to be pretty bad.
Partners, at the End, Even Still
And so Pantalone’s ongoing decision to maintain his partnership with Dottore is utterly excruciating on multiple levels. There is, of course, the fact that it dooms them both to death—Dottore immediately (big asterisk here because I don’t think he’s dead for good but that’s another essay) and Pantalone once the Elixir runs out and old age finally catches up to him. But the emotional registers beneath all this are, in my mind, even more devastating.
Dottore is all Pantalone has left of Zandik. And yet Dottore is also the reason that he’s all Pantalone has left of Zandik.
When Pantalone follows Dottore and stands at his side, he is standing beside his partner and his partner’s murderer at the same time. The only way Pantalone can reckon with the abject tragedy of this fact is by holding onto the belief that Dottore is Zandik and Zandik is Dottore and that he will always be part of him.
Feofan and Zandik had 50 years where they (presumably) continued to learn, grow, and evolve together. Dottore is fixed in time at 35, but Pantalone is mentally fixed in time at 72, the year Zandik died, after which 35 perfected the Elixir so that it would pause physical and mental aging.
When Dottore explains that the other Segments had erased his “uniqueness,” he talks about how “a soul living forever in the past inevitably holds different views than he did in his later years,” acknowledging that he’s imprisoned by the moment of his own creation. The fact that he immediately pivots to then focus on Pantalone’s preservation is important because it reminds us that Pantalone is also frozen in time. He says:
There are a lot of ways we can read these lines. On the surface, we can simply read it as expository information to give the player some background on Pantalone—it definitely is that for sure. We can also read it as an example of Dottore’s callousness, how he casually brings up Pantalone being trafficked.
But I think there’s another layer, too. It’s an example of how Dottore still latches onto the Pantalone that Zandik met at 33. And this isn’t the first time in the conversation that Dottore demonstrates how fixed his perspective is. Nearly four centuries have gone by and yet he still thinks the reason Pantalone is helping him is because he spared him as a test subject. Pantalone has already had to remind Dottore that he ascended to the rank of Harbinger on his own merit and that he isn’t there because of some quid pro quo from centuries ago. Rather, he sees their values and goals as fundamentally aligned. Pantalone is there for Zandik because he still sees Dottore as Zandik.
And so, when given the opportunity to say his final farewell, Pantalone says goodbye to Zandik. Despite the literal words he speaks, I don’t think he’s actually asking what 35 prefers to be called. He already knows that 35 sees himself as Dottore from their prior conversation. What Pantalone is really asking is who he can say goodbye to in this moment, at the end, when they are finally free from fate itself. After the enormous personal sacrifices Pantalone has made, Dottore gives Pantalone the choice to see him as Zandik. And how heartbreaking is it that Pantalone does even though, by this point, it is Dottore who has spent some 330 years with Pantalone—centuries more than Pantalone had ever experienced with Zandik.
It is, as far as final acts go, surprisingly selfless of Dottore to recognize what it means for Pantalone to see him that way, even though he himself despises being forever tied to Zandik. It is especially surprising coming from the Segment who wholeheartedly embraces his own greed and repeatedly proclaims himself to be the most selfish of them all. So much for not being able to change!
For me, their greatest tragedy is the fact that they are out of time from one another, asynchronous, yearning for each other in different forms and ages. Dottore is forever looking for the Feofan he met at 33; he sees their present relationship as contractually predicated on saving Feofan in the past. Pantalone, frozen at 72, looks for the remnants of the man who shared his worldviews in the most selfish version of Dottore.
The beautifully doomed romance of it all is that Pantalone isn’t in love with Dottore; he’s in love with the idea that Dottore is still Zandik. The mercy of their final scene is the acknowledgement that they’re yearning for different pieces of the whole and, to me, the recognition that takes place in this exchange feels like a final act of forgiveness.
Dottore: Would you still love me if I were a worm?
Pantalone: I consider myself to be a reputable partner, but, even so...
Dottore: What if I were a lizard? Would that be better?
Pantalone: Really, Zandik. I hardly see a point to this line of questioning. Would you like me to say I'll build you an terrarium filled with tiny little insects for you to perform experiments on?
Dottore: Hm, acceptable. I'll hold you to it.
Pantalone: You do say the strangest things sometimes.
Hundreds of years later, Pantalone begins renovating his office to fit an elaborate reptile enclosure after taking a mysterious trip to Sumeru.
Dottore could always find some time to sneak away from his experiments to tend to his beloved. You are the one thing he can prioritize above all else; after all, what good is a new world if you are not there at his side to see it?
And yet, as it presently stands within the echoing chambers of Irminsul, it is you who is tending to him.
Greedy little thing, you are on your knees, barely tall enough to be able to press the lower half of your face to the apex of his thighs. The air in this place is cool, and the Doctor notes the thin goosebumps that prickle your exposed skin. But his focus is soon back on you, the way you palm his glistening slit, finger coaxing his essence to slick up your digits, the rush of energy and euphoria that threatens to blind him…
“You’ve worked so hard,” you croon in a murmured whisper, making a show of licking his juices from your hand. “You deserve a reward.” It’s downright lewd, and all Dottore can think of is how much he longs to kiss it from your lips. But that would be going against your little experiment - you want to see the type of pleasure he can experience in this new body.
And who is he to deny his darling their quest for knowledge?
Apparently satisfied with your toying, you press a chaste kiss to his swollen lower lips, once, twice, then again, at the very top, where a prominent peak of nerve endings reacts immediately to the gentle brush. The Doctor groans, throwing his head back, fighting the temptation to grab your hair and keep you in place. Instead he clenches and unclenches his fists as you continue, peppering the inner flesh of his thighs with similar attention and lapping up the slick that coats them.
“I didn’t think you’d be so…needy,” you tease, and Dottore can hear the cheeky smile in your words. “You don’t have other more pressing matters to deal with? The whole of Sumeru trying to stop you, for instance?”
“Is that your way of…of saying you wish to stop?” the Doctor grits out, failing to avoid bucking into your face. You laugh and cup his cunt in response, plunging one of your fingers into his glowing entrance. The sound that dies in his throat is obscene as it echoes about the walls.
“The experiment isn’t over yet,” you reply simply; though, perhaps sensing his impatience - or the increasing tremble of his knees - you opt to be merciful and begin to move your finger. You add another, in and out, in and out, scissoring and stretching, gauging his reaction. Dottore is sure he looks veritably debauched in your eyes; quaking and gasping and writhing, all the more with every motion of your digits within his walls.
Suddenly you press the flat of your tongue at the tip of his entrance, and this time he positively whimpers. The vibrations of your chuckling only add to that buzzing sensation in his core, burning and all-consuming, the wet sound of your tongue and fingers intermingling with his pants and whines. He is close, so close, pressure in his lower half unbearably tight and yet too good to let go of -
When you circle your lips about that little bundle of nerves and suck, Dottore’s vision whites out. Pressure gives way to release, your knuckles crooking in come-hither motions as if coaxing the orgasm out of him. It is all he can do to remain standing, and despite your differences in strength, the Doctor is quite sure you are the only thing holding him up as the waves of pleasure crash over him again and again.
Your suckling slowly melts into languid kitten-licks, the curling of your fingers to gentle stroking, just before you slip them from your lover’s walls. The Doctor is still fighting for breath, recovering his senses, when he glances down to find your face covered with his juices. Unfazed, you make a show of licking your lips.
And you smile.
“I want to see,” you begin, pawing at his tender cunt once more; and his heart rabbits in his chest as the pangs of overstimulation give way to excitement, “just how many times we can make you do that.”
18 is definitely a virgin, a pathetic nerd that absolutely melts at the mere mention of holding hands. Would love to how pretty he looks with tears in his eyes and whining while riding him. Or sitting on that cute face and choking the shit out of him. Maybe even torture him a bit..
Modern AU/ regular shmegular doctor!Zandik x spouse!reader smutty smutty smut
MDNI
Naturally, you and your husband Zandik have settled into a routine with one another since getting married. Whilst he takes grueling twelve hour shifts at the hospital, you float around your shared home, occupying yourself, counting down each moment he’s gone with the anticipation of him finally coming back and finding himself in your arms once again. And Monday through Friday, he comes home in those scrubs that hug his torso just right, hair tousled and eyes tired, and yet…you two have business to attend to in the bedroom before he can even think of getting a wink of sleep!😉
MONDAY - MISSIONARY
No one, not even Dr. Zandik, enjoys Mondays. He loathes to untangle himself from your limbs as his 4:30 alarm sounds, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple before disappearing into the bathroom to ready himself for the cases ahead of him.
He always ends up getting home a little later on Mondays, mostly because he’s treating cases of patients who decide to wait all weekend before visiting a hospital. But when he does finally walk through the door, he barely acknowledges dinner before he’s on you like he hasn’t seen you in weeks.
Truth be told, Mondays leave him a little more mentally drained despite it being the ‘fresh start day’, so he opts for a simpler position that he knows will still have you screaming to the heavens.
His post-shower hair sticks to his forehead as he holds your leg at the ankle resting gently against his shoulder, thrusting into you like he’s fucking you goodbye. Your moans echo off the bedroom walls while he leans down to kiss you deeply, muffling the sound against his lips as he groans and grunts.
The feeling of him spearing into you leaves you breathless, his thick cock working you open that always makes it feel like the first time. His fingers toy with your sensitive nipples, running his tongue flatly against one as he tweaked the other, looking you dead in the eyes.
As you approach your orgasm, his brows knit together at the feeling of you tightening around him. He holds you especially close as you both come, making a mess of each other and the sheets, his seed dripping steadily out of you when he pulls out to scoop you up and run you a bath.
TUESDAY - SPOONING
Nothing is funny to Zandik on Tuesday evenings. If he thought Monday was bad, oh, he’s barely standing when he walks through your front door. You feed him and kiss his cheek and ask about his day as spouses do, and he keeps almost falling asleep into his plate.
Still, you both have needs, so as he lays down with you shortly after dinner, he’ll pull you close until your back is pressed against his chest and slide his hand beneath the waistband of your pajama pants.
On nights like these, he likes to simply make you cum on his fingers and play with you until you're satisfied. Sex is rarer on Tuesdays just because of how tired he gets, but when he’s in the mood, he’ll shuffle out of his bottoms and push yours down your thighs to lift your leg over his hip and push himself into you right where you’re laying.
He always fucks you slowly like this, reveling in the way you suck him in and keep him deep inside you while he sloppily kisses your neck.
You can feel him pulsing inside of you, like the day’s stress has left him extra needy to bury himself in you and forget everything else. The higher stress a day is for him, the needier he gets. You might hear a couple whimpers from him while he gently thrusts in and out, warm hands gripping your thighs steadily.
He loves to bury his face in the crook of your shoulder when he finally cums inside you with a needy groan, his hips pressed flush to yours for a long moment before he relaxes. You have to get him up to shower on Tuesdays, lest he fall asleep cozy and still buried inside.
WEDNESDAY - COWGIRL + SIXTY-NINE
Wednesdays are where his energy finally picks up when he returns home, kicking his shoes off at the door and grabbing the apron hanging by the stove to cook dinner .
He makes the most amazing dishes from his homeland, the aroma of different herbs and spices filling the kitchen as your mouth waters. You devour whatever he makes, and once your bellies are full, you give him that look from across the kitchen table.
Zandik likes the occasional messy makeout on the couch. You're perched on his lap, running your hands down his chest and arms as you attack his lips and neck in heated kisses. You grind up against him as he bites your shoulder, pulling your hair back with one hand to expose the skin.
It doesn't take long for you to push the coffee table out of the way and end up on the living room floor, your knees braced on either side of his head as his weeping dick twitches beneath your gaze. He lets out the prettiest muffled sound as you take him past your lips while he goes down on you at the same time.
Zandik's mouth is pure sin. He knows far too well how to use his tongue, making your thighs tremble as you try to focus on him, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around him whilst stroking what doesn't fit. He starts to thrust up into your mouth, the vibrations of his groans going straight to your core and making you cum all over his face.
He pulls you off of him before he can cum, because selfishly, he wants you more sensitive and desperate for him. Even though you end up on top of him in your bedroom, you're far from in control.
He loves to watch you bounce on his cock after he's already ripped an orgasm out of you, watching the tears roll down your cheeks as you cry about it being too much. He'll guide your hips and meet you halfway with his own upward thrusts, a thin sheen of sweat coating his chest as he bites his lip to suppress his moans.
He actually prefers to cum outside of you when you ride him, lifting you off just in time for him to spray his load all over your chest and stomach. It turns him on to see you messy and fucked out because of him.
THURSDAY - DOGGY
As the week's end approaches, your husband comes home in better spirits. He's booked a day trip for you both this weekend and he's more than ready to take off and have nothing to do but focus on you for 48 hours. He doesn't immediately see you when he walks through the front door, so naturally, he goes looking.
He finds you stepping out of the bathroom with wet hair and nothing but a towel, droplets of water falling gently from your body to the carpet. Heaven have mercy on your soul, the way your husband's expression changed when he saw you.
You walked up to him and kissed his cheek, "I'll start on dinner in a minute, Zandik."
As you prepare to head to the closet, his hand closes around your wrist.
"I'm not hungry for dinner."
He practically throws you on the bed as your town unfurls onto the bedsheets, leaving you exposed and a little cold from the shower. He's immediately on you, shirt discarded to the floor as he flips you onto your hands and knees.
His hands run down the curves and dips of your body as he grinds his hips against your bare ass, talking nothing but filth into your ear in soft growls and whispers about what he's going to do to you and how much of a slut you are for him. He is gone.
He keeps a steady hand around your waist as he discards his pants, gripping your soft skin between his fingers as he rubs his tip between your thighs for a moment before pushing himself into you roughly.
He immediately goes to quick, deep thrusts, grinning when your head falls forward to scream into the sheets. The sound of your skin slapping together overtakes the room, your movements sending the headboard against the wall repeatedly with soft taps.
When Zandik is rough, he is rough. Pulling your hair, smacking your ass red, biting you, and making you cum hard on his dick. Despite his tendency to dominate these situations, he always makes you cum first before he fills you up.
Make no mistake, though, there will almost always be multiple rounds on Thursday nights. You will be sore as all hell in the morning.
FRIDAY - FULL NELSON
On Fridays, Zandik and yourself had a fun little tradition. You always chose a non-typical position on Fridays to celebrate the week's end. Zandik was extra excited when he got home this particular day because you were set to leave for your little getaway Saturday morning.
You ordered takeout, locked the front door, drew the curtains, and got busy. Months ago, Zandik had installed a large decorative mirror on the ceiling right above your shared bed. He swore it was for aesthetics, but any one person with two braincells to rub together knew exactly what he was doing.
He held your legs open with you situated on top of him, displaying you fully to yourself in the mirror's reflection as you looked up. His lips worked at your jaw and neck as he used his hand to tease you, the both of you fully naked as his dick rubbed against your ass.
He had a way of working you up, running his hands over your whole body while he laughed about how needy you were. But he didn't let you come, not yet.
He kept bringing you to the edge over and over with his fingers, only to stop as your orgasm crested, infuriatingly out of reach.
The moment his cock finally stretched you out, it all seemed worth it.
His hands locked securely around your legs as he pounded himself into you with a relentless energy, grinning as he watched you fall apart in the mirror. Watching him slide in and out of you was so fucking hot, the shaft glistening with your combined fluids.
Your head fell back into his shoulder, his name rolling off your tongue in desperate cries as your eyes rolled back, his tip hitting just the right spot inside of you as he seemed to just fuck you harder.
He would slow down and speed up again in intervals just to tease you, just to hear you cry about how much you needed to cum. Only when you begged to his satisfaction did he finally help you get over the edge. Your orgasm was a full body experience that night, the warmth of his cum filling you up sending you into a haze.
Zandik liked to watch his cum ooze out of you after all was said and done, brushing hair from your forehead and grinning like an idiot as he admired your raw, exhausted state.
Of course, he'd clean you up and tuck you into bed like a good husband always should, but all he could think about as he laid there next to you was all of the things he was going to do to your body on your trip this weekend. You needed all the rest you could get.
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