getting zandik to relax is no easy task. you have to physically pull him away from his work, steal his cane and pick him up so he can't run away. he may grumble and complain, but he does appreciate your care more than you'll ever know. once he's comfortably sat on the couch, offer him some tea and dark chocolate on the side, and watch the old man basically melt into the cushions.
he likes to rest his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat soothes him like nothing else ever could. once he's drowsy enough, you can get away with pressing kisses against every wrinkle and mole on his face. he'd usually call that meaningless affection, but now that his guard was down, he was putty in your hands.
8 and 18 were bickering again, sprinting down the hall to find zandik as fast as possible. they needed his opinion on a discussion they were having, wanting to know which one of them was right. as they ran inside the lounge room, you shushed them, gesturing to the sleeping scholar.
after making sure no one else was around, 8 delivered a swift kick to 18's shin, before jumping on your lap for a snuggle. he likes to pretend that he's mature and grown up, but given that the others weren't here, he couldn't resist the cuddle pile.
18 wanted to strangle the little brat, but the scene in front of him was oddly domestic. he'd rather die than admit that he craved to be the one receiving your affectionate touches, wanting nothing more than to lock the geezer somewhere where he can't steal all of your attention.
he was about to leave, but once you called out to him, it didn't take much to convince him to stay. 18 sat beside you, stiff as a board, until you tugged him to lean against you, as he slowly accepted that he was in fact enjoying himself. 8 was already asleep, mumbling something about dumb segments and aranaras.
with your free hand, you caressed 18's face. seeing him scowl and blush was always so much fun. and now that both zandik and 8 were dozing off, he didn't want to be loud and risk waking them up, opting to roll his eyes to show his (fake) displeasure.
soon enough, the only sounds that filled the lounge room were soft breaths and the occasional snore from your favorite old fart. such moments you cherished deep inside your heart, knowing that with each night that passed, your lover was slowly slipping away from your embrace, and into an eternal slumber.
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.
no impulse control final boss. don't even try talking him out of anything, if he sets his mind on something, your best shot at damage control is by running straight to an older segment or zandik himself to alert them.
absolute sucker for sweets. he's gobbling baklavas like crazy, licking his lips while sighing in delight. take his hand and give his fingers a nice cleaning with your tongue, and he immediately creams his pants. offer to clean his dick as well to repay him, and he'll just call you an annoying slut and shimmy out of the room to change.
webby drools a LOT, especially when he zones out. having sex with him was no different, get him between your legs and you can forget about lube. the amount of his spit dripping down your legs often made more of a mess than your cum.
hates pet names. absolutely recoils at anything sweet or loving, until you call him your sweet boy while riding him, and he lets out an embarrassingly high pitched moan. he starts thrusting up into you erratically, demanding you repeat it over and over again. someone get this guy into porn, asap.
incredibly high stamina, but rarely puts in the work. he prefers you on your knees, where he can shove you around to his liking. the first time you gave him a blowjob, he came so fast! you didn't expect the sudden mouthful of his seed filling up your throat, making you cough and get some of it on him as well. he tried to keep going, but he was too sensitive, eyes teary as he slammed his fists against the mattress in humiliation. he threatened to kill you if you ever told anyone else...
everyone and their mom knows when you two are fucking. he doesn't even care, being as loud and obnoxious as he wants, laughing the more he got into it. most segments shared this trait, wanting everyone to hear how loud they can make you scream. webby's hold on you was bruising, trying to regain control he felt he never had over his own life.
he loves to put on a confident front, and no matter what you do, he'll mock you like you mean nothing. pay too much attention to any other segment, and he might just show you his newest ruin guard modifications, and how slowly they can melt people while keeping them alive.
but once he gets attached, he starts singing a different tune. the aggression persists, but it turns almost pathetic in a way. he keeps dismissing you without a care in the world, he didn't want you near if you were boring him. but if you dared to do the same, he might just blow up both of instantly.
after a particularly stressful day, webby enjoys taking naps with his head resting on your lap. he didn't understand why the feeling calmed him down so much, causing him to doze off within a few minutes. his hair is soft to the touch, surprisingly well groomed for someone as erratic as him. he took great pride in his appearance, wanting to be different from everyone else.
keep your nipples away from this man. the moment your shirt is off, his mouth is latching onto them without hesitation. his hands couldn't stop squeezing and groping the flesh, giggling against your skin like he was having the time of his life.
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?
given the way he looks at 85, there is a good chance that dick is still functioning. it could be the most unimpressive shriveled rod, or some mutated twitching monster. you decide.
although he definitely can't fuck you the way he used to, nothing is stopping you from riding the old man silly. his armchair was the perfect place for it, comfy and with good support.
you could stare at him for hours, the way he panted and groaned under you, his weak hands clawing at your thighs as he tried to stop himself from passing out while he was balls deep inside you.
when you got too disobedient, he would smack your ass with his cane and call you a pest. if you acted too needy while he was trying to work, he might even let you grind yourself against it.
the older segments definitely snoop around and listen in while you two are having sex. they don't bother being quiet about it either, openly rating the original's performance, or jacking off if the view was satisfactory.
because of his age, he needed more sleep, causing you to be the one who usually woke up first. he'd always seem so peaceful and at ease, you couldn't help but want to sit on that wrinkly face of the his. what better way to wake him up than that? zandik never complained, although you did have to make sure he didn't have an asthma attack mid oral.
zandik knew you always got hot and bothered when he talks down to you, in that condescending tone of his. you really were pathetic, drooling over an old man's cock this much. he'd wipe the spit off your chin, then stick his long, worn out fingers in your mouth when you get too loud, the feel of your throat closing around them as you gagged always made him laugh.
but there was nothing that made him more aroused than being perverted. maybe it comes with age, now finally becoming the stereotypical degenerate geezer, but sneaking a hand down your underwear in public, or whispering filthy things while the others were present, got him going like nothing else.
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