old man zandik enthusiast

on this earth for 20 years and still no playable dottore

[ogttore]

masterlist

og zandik nsfw ramble

more og zandik rambles + segments

webttore headcanons

og zandik as your boss

cuddles with og zandik + segments 8 and 18

threesomes with the segments

og zandik and segments fluff ramble

og zandik fingering + cane action

og zandik and omega threesome

og zandik nsfw alphabet

if you guys have any ideas or suggestions, my asks are always open! <3

[ogttore]

SO FUCKING REAL

credits to u/ethnicvegetable from the dottore mains sub

[ogttore]

rather quickly. the moment he's in your arms, he's gone. asleep i mean, not dead. yet.

did omega co-write this lmaoo

HAHAHAHAHAHA omega possessed my small brain

[ogttore]

og zandik nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

given his age and physical state, you'll be doing most of the aftercare. unless there was a segment involved as well, he'd make them help you out with cleaning and making sure you felt okay. once the two of you are snug and warm under the blanket, he immediately curls into you, wanting to feel your warmth and talk until he falls asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

it's cliché i know, but he loves every part of you. it wouldn't be far fetched to say he adored your mind the most, how you could make him feel so loved and cherished with a single touch.

as for his own, that was something he struggled with for a long time. his body felt weary and heavy, and he didn't see it as anything useful anymore. he liked his hands, because he could touch and feel you with them. even though his old joints ached at the strain, he was happy to see that he could still make you fall apart with his fingers.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves to watch you swallow his seed, it makes him lightheaded every single time. finishing on your body was too much of a hassle, and you did look rather stunning with your lips and chin covered with his essence.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

wants you to make him feel like he's the most handsome man you've ever seen. better than his segments, even though he knew he was past his prime. your worship and desire made him feel in control again.

and slutty outfits, no panties underneath. bend over while he's working, and then leave without looking back, and he's grabbing his cane to go after you as fast as he can manage.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

you've been fucking for years, he knows every each inch of you like the back of his hand.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

his favorite was anything that gave you the most pleasure. riding him silly or letting him play with your pussy, he'd go above and beyond just to satisfy you like he used to.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

definitely serious if it's happening in the bedroom, he wants to turn off his brain for once, and indulge himself in the blessing that was your body.

but you two have your silly moments and mishaps, like when you were caught by one of the segments, fucking in the lounge room of all places. zandik shrugged, saying that you were simply testing the durability of the new sofa feofan bought as a gift.

H = Hair(how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

blue pubic hair (obviously), the strands a bit on the thinner side now. he trims it rarely, since it doesn't grow that much anymore.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very intimate, connecting with you was his greatest pleasure. when he has the time, he likes to light a few candles or bring your favorite massage oil, swatting your hands away when you insisted on doing it for him. he will remind you that your comfort was not something he is willing to brush aside.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

rarely if ever, that dick doesn't get up easily anymore.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

using his cane, watching you get fucked by his segments/voyeurism, bondage, groping, sensory deprivation, cockwarming.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the bedroom was the safest place for having sex, but will never say no to messing around outside of it. tease him with lingering touches and soft words, to let him know how much you craved him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you fresh out of the shower in your robes, coming to check on him while he's busy working, or just straight up telling him that you want to fuck him until he's a drooling, quivering mess.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

given his track record, and the shit he's done, i doubt he'd have anything he's strictly against. if you didn't like it, he wouldn't do it, as simple as that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers receiving, getting to stuff your mouth with his cock and watch you please him made all the pain bearable.

as for pleasing you, like previously mentioned, he knows everything you want and like. you'll be squirming and whining in no time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

slow and sensual with his cock, rough and fast with his fingers. he switches between the two while using his cane.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

just like with jerking off, it rarely happens. he prefers to take his time with you. unless you were particularly hot and bothered and wanted him to get you off, perhaps he could throw you a bone if you begged him enough.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

it's zandik we're talking about, his whole life is a bunch of crazy risks and experiments. yes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

yeah...about that... unless he's using some kind of booster, not very long. sorry gramps.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

YESSSS. the first sex toy maker in teyvat, source: me.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

hearing you plead and beg was a reward he'd never give up so easily. being unfair was in his nature.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

quiet at the beginning, letting out occasional grunts and choked breaths. as he gets close to cumming, a few strangled moans were sure to slip out. during your most vulnerable moments, his eyes teared up with how glad he was you still wanted him in this way.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves to see you keep eye contact with him while another segment is having his way with you. call out for him when the segment makes you orgasm, and he'll cum untouched.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

still bigger than average despite his age, uncut, pale skin, slightly curved to the right, he can't get completely hard but it's enough to get the job done. run your tongue along the veins and he's bucking up into you desperately.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

on the lower side in his later years, but he was a fiend in his prime. just remember how crazy his segments are now, he was way worse.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

rather quickly. the moment he's in your arms, he's gone. asleep i mean, not dead. yet. 

[familywhitesilk]

Zandik x y/n

[ogttore]

zandik come home the kids miss you

[ogttore]

og zandik and omega threesome

more threesomes with the segments

Under normal circumstances, these two would never willingly initiate anything of the sort. Omega was far too brutal for Zandik's liking, and the segment found the original's lack of stamina and strength rather embarrassing to witness. Not to mention the lingering resentment between the two. But life is unpredictable, and saying never to any possibility in this household was simply not going to happen.

After a long day's work, all you wanted to do was enjoy Zandik's company under the soft sheets. Talking and touching each other in the safety of your bedroom, as you slowly started to climb on top of him. He had nothing to complain about, seeing you so eager for his touch only made it all the more satisfying. The two of you got lost in each other, his cock filling you up as you slowly rocked up and down against his length.

Neither of you heard the door opening, or the footsteps that approached the bed. A mocking chuckle startled you both, causing you to stop moving. Omega took in the sight with a sharp grin on his face. He didn't understand why you still sought out Zandik to take care of you, especially now that he was withered and useless.

"What a sorry sight this is. To see you coupling with this corpse of a man. Have you no shame?" Omega sneered, looking down to see the original's cock still inside you, as if you were nothing but a disgrace to his very existence. "I understand being desperate and delusional, but this is most disappointing."

Omega grabbed you by the hair, ignoring Zandik's words of protest. If you wanted the old man's cock that bad, he'd make you take it the way you deserved. His hands moved down to grab you by the hips, his gloves cold against your skin.

The segment pulled you up and down with reckless abandon, trying not to laugh at the strained look on Zandik's face, or how you were louder than before. "Look at this, Zandik. It seems you can't even get your wife to orgasm without assistance." Your hand blindly reached for the segment, but it didn't matter much, as ignored your pitiful attempts of resistance.

Zandik squirmed underneath you, the harsh pace was too much for his frail body. "Omega, you wretched rat! You... you're so..." You felt his cock twitching inside you as he came, his head thrown back as a few pained groans escaped him. Omega grabbed you off of him, shoving you face first on the mattress. "Tsk, tsk. Do not worry Zandik, I shall take over. Might as well show our dear wife how much fun she'll be having with me while you rot in the ground."

The sounds of your shared grunts and moans did bring in some uninvited visitors. Omega forgot to close the door properly, or perhaps he did it on purpose? He wanted the original to feel humiliated, fucking you in front of an audience, with the old bastard not being able to do anything but watch as he took you in ways he could only dream of.

"Dude, he's pounding her while the geezer is watching! And they didn't invite me! How is this fair??" Webttore stomped his foot on the ground like a child, and if it wasn't for 18 dragging him away, he would've marched in there and demanded to join in.

Omega had you right where he wanted to. He made eye contact with Zandik, before grabbing your face with his hand and spitting in your mouth. "Swallow it all up. There we go. Show your husband how much you love it."

The feeling of the original's hateful gaze only made each thrust feel better than the last. Seeing that look on his wrinkled face almost made him cum inside you prematurely. But he wasn't going to end the fun just yet, not until he had you screaming and begging so loud that every servant and segment in the estate knew who fucked you the best.

[ogttore]

fic ideas!!!

what to write first :)

webby nsfw

og zandik and omega threesome

nsfw alphabet for the zandiks

more segments and og fluff

Voting ended onJun 28

[ogttore]

og zandik fingering + cane action

more og zandik nsfw

if his arthritis wasn't acting up that particular evening, he'd wait until the two of you were comfortable under the covers before sneaking a hand between your legs. he'd apologize about his lack of stamina and strength, promising that he'll make it up to you like this. his lips pressed kisses against your face, while his fingers rubbed you through your underwear.

when you started getting impatient, he'd chuckle in your ear and call you desperate. he wanted to savor this, to feel your slick on his skin, and to make you feel good. his fingers were steady against your clit, occasionally giving it a little slap if you were squirming around too much.

zandik always felt his ego running wild when you curl up against him, face buried in his neck as he pumped his fingers into you. even if he couldn't get it up, that didn't mean you'd be left unsatisfied.

the cane was practically an extension of himself at this point. if you wore any skirts or dresses, he'd lift up the hem with it, just to see what you were wearing underneath. any complaints from you would be met with a smug smile, shrugging like he had no idea what the problem was.

he'd lay you over his lap, using his cane to poke and prod around, before letting you grind yourself against it. as soon as you start to have too much fun, zandik pressed the wood a little harder against you, loving how you cursed and whined at the same time.

other times, he would wait until you were busy with something, perhaps organizing some papers on your desk. he made himself comfortable in your chair, telling you to bend over the desk, with your hands pressed against the surface. his foot nudged your legs apart, simply taking in the sight of you spread out before him like this.

you had to avoid such risque business outside of your chambers, given the fact that you've been caught messing around more times than you could count. the segments had a notebook where they marked when and where they caught the two of you. the number one spot on the leaderboard was held by 45, followed up by 25 who did it for the love of the game. he lives for cockblocking the original.

zandik owns multiple canes, some sturdier, the others flashier. you liked using them when he was away, not wanting him to know about your embarrassing habit. one very unfortunate day, he forgot to tell you something, as he searched for you, heading towards your shared bedroom, just to find you pleasuring yourself with one of his fancier canes.

that got him hard faster than any drug or aphrodisiac ever could. the look of shame on your face only spurred him on further. to think that you could get off like this, while thinking of him? he could laugh in sheer disbelief at your lust for him, even now, his body old and withering.

"how pathetic you've become, my dear. do not worry, your secret is safe with me." 

[ogttore]

og zandik and segments fluff ramble

cuddling with the zandiks here

when pantalone lights a cigarette inside the labs, 8 will cough on purpose just to make him feel bad, until one of the older segments told feofan it didn't actually bother their lungs. 8 kept doing it though.

made their own 'spin the wheel' to decide who's going to the harbinger meeting. 18 rigged it to always point towards 35. 25 and 45 figured it out, but decided not to say a thing, since it was quite amusing to see the usually composed 35 look irritated at how unlucky he was. 65 pointed the mechanism out, causing the other segments to groan in annoyance now that the joke was over.

if the segments were doing something they weren't allowed to, they'd send 8 to steal zandik's cane when he wasn't paying attention. you ended up hearing your husband call out your name, looking exasperated. you couldn't stifle your giggles, seeing him looking so pouty and annoyed was hilarious.

since share your bedroom with zandik, over time, the segments will start complaining about how you're supposed to sleep over at their rooms as well. 8 is the only one small enough to crawl in beside you and zandik, so he got special cuddle privileges. surprisingly, 35 was the most vocal about this injustice, constantly bugging the original to stop being such a prude.

a system had to be set in motion, otherwise you simply could not keep track of whose turn it was. and given how cunning they were, they always found loopholes or made up new rules just to keep you in their bed for as long as possible.

as for their rooms, each one had a little something that perfectly captured the soul of the segment who used it. all of their bedrooms were tidy and neat, cleanliness and organization were important to them. 18's room could be a bit messier by their high standards, papers scattered across his desk. his bedroom was the least decorated one, choosing to keep it simple and practical, as if to show how mature he was. buddy, you're not fooling anyone...

65 had various trinkets and gadgets on his shelves, as well as a collection of masks he made. he picked up knitting as a hobby, and if you looked hard enough, you could see a few of his works scattered around the area. 25 had a lot more chemical equipment in his room than you'd think was necessary, since his mind was always full of ideas that simply could not wait to be tested.

sue me, but i know 8 has drawings in his room. they weren't on display, since 18 would make fun of him for it. he had a little sketchbook filled with various drawings, starting with some anatomy and organ placements, but do not be fooled, because after a few more pages, doodles of the aranara and even the segments and you started to appear. he had an incredibly detailed sketch of you standing with zandik as you spoke animatedly about something, 8's pencil perfectly capturing the old man's adoring look.

35's room was as extra as he was. he had to make sure he stood out, prove his superiority in every aspect. unlike the others, he liked to switch up things once in a while, placing various remains of his experiments as trophies, or souvenirs from the places he visited during assignments. 45 also enjoyed some good decoration, although not as much as 35. interesting and unique artwork was enough for him.

on quiet nights, when everyone was either busy or asleep, zandik played the piano for you. he used to do it more often when he was younger, his old joints now protested against too much repeated movement. but it was all worth it, seeing your serene expression as you closed your eyes and hummed along to the melody. it made him love you all the more.

[ogttore]

Which one of them eats pussy the best and why is it Webttore?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA FACTS

i just know he's in there, slurping and sucking like crazy. he's the type to have a huge oral fixation. and his hands would be moving up and down constantly, squeezing or fidgeting. calm down bro, that pussy ain't going nowhere.

webby please be canon #needthat.

as much as i hate to say this, omega knows what he's doing too. but he's not better than webby. nuh uh. i doubt any of them would actually be bad at it, maybe 18 and 65 are more into the sex itself, rather than just eating you out.

what do you guys think... is webby the true pussy slayer?

[ogttore]

Threesomes with the segments

18/25

the most hormonal duo of the bunch. sex with them was a common occurrence. they were far too impatient for any toys or proper preparation, preferring to take you raw. you caught them playing rock paper scissors a few times, to see which one got to choose which hole they wanted to use first.

when you weren't available, or simply did not wish to entertain their perversions, do not be surprised to find your lingerie missing. they often fought about who got which pair, so you better scold them properly or half of your closet will go missing.

the moment you were on your back though, it was a constant competition. you were getting pulled and stretched from all sides, their selfish hands wanting to leave their mark on you. you'd be covered in scratches, bite marks, bruises, and even cuts when 25 was really into it.

the way your body shook and trembled as 25 slid his scalpel across your skin while 18 was fucking you, made them both delirious with pleasure. 18 usually came pretty fast, causing 25 to mock him for it every single time. he'd tell 18 that a man like him could never hope to please you, followed by a few well timed thrusts to hear you moan.

25 loves to stretch you open. while 18 was balls deep inside you, the other segment made him stop, just to shove his own cock into your hole. it was a mess, both of them too selfish to time their thrusts properly, leaving you to take both of them at once without any help.

35/45

mindblowing orgasms duo. forget astral projection, these guys will have you transcending the universe and becoming a separate entity.

unlike their younger counterparts, these two liked to take things slow. breaking your mind and body was a much greater satisfaction than pure physical release. they were both quite meticulous and cunning in their approach, cornering you in the lab, making you feel trapped and anxious.

45's method of getting you needy and pliable was simple. a few drops of his newest creation right into your tea, and in an hour or so, you'd be knocking at their door, suffering from a huge headache and a mess between your legs.

35 inspected every inch of you, berating you for your stupidity. it's your fault for not paying attention to your drink. he'd undress you slowly, as 45 came to hold you in place, his fingers exploring the parts of you that ached the most.

they sat you on the table afterwards, naked and flushed, circling you as you begged them to do something. 45 caressed your hair, whispering how you had to prove how much you needed this. your hands couldn't provide you with much relief, causing them both to chuckle at your whining. 35 urged you to go faster, calling it a pathetic display.

by the time they started their own clothes off, you'd already be a quivering mess, your mind and body thoroughly exhausted from the various 'tests' they have conducted.

65/og zandik

the grandpas sure had a way with words. getting them both in the mood was quite rare, but the act itself felt more rewarding than anything else.

zandik liked to watch how 65 touched you. the way he stripped your clothes, bent you over and took you right before his very eyes. if the segment was being too rough, the man had no issue with using his cane to slow him down. he wanted to enjoy himself for as long as possible.

his hand naturally headed straight to loosen his pants, pumping himself to match 65's thrusts. his free hand wiped the drool from your chin, licking his fingers clean as he savored your taste. hearing his name fall from your lips, even when 65 was pounding into you, was enough to make both his heart and cock throb.

once zandik was sufficiently prepared, you climbed on top of him, while 65 held you by the hips, making you ride the old man. he liked watching the original lose himself in you, especially now that he was the one setting the pace for both of you.

zandik always grew more vocal when he was about to cum, which was the perfect time for 65 to push you even harder down onto him, wanting to see you milk the old man until he was begging you to stop.

the thought of you getting pregnant aroused 65 immensely. he respected the original far more than the others did, and the thought of either of them knocking you up made him want to breed you until you were leaking with his seed.

45/65

both of them are incredibly patient, planning out your encounters to the very last detail. they had specific tastes and desires only you could satisfy. ropes, wax, whips, gags, anything was on the table. literally. they wanted to feel you from the inside out, and they had the tools necessary to drive you mad.

45 took his time tying you up, 65 helping him tighten up any loose knots. shibari was a guilty pleasure of theirs, seeing you hanging from the rope, tied up and helpless, made them feel like you only existed for their pleasure, wanting to make this moment last forever.

one of them trailed a feather over your skin while the other placed a cloth over your eyes, making every sensation feel ten times stronger. they played around, making you guess which one of them was touching you. if you guessed right, you'd earn a reward. but, if you didn't...

with a quick flick of the wrist, 45 hit you with the crop, causing a stinging sensation to spread all over your body. the more mistakes you made, the harsher he'd become. his ego sometimes got the best of him, so 65 had to step in until the other calmed down.

sessions with them lasted for hours, you could easily lose yourself if they weren't careful enough. you begged them to let you free for a few minutes, needing to use the bathroom. they pretended not to hear you, even as tears started to form in your eyes from the embarrassment.

warm fluid spilled over your legs, dripping down on the ground as they both laughed. 65 came closer, patting your face mockingly. how pitiful you were, staining yourself and the floor. 45 perhaps took a sample for the sake of research, but it was better if you did not ask about it later.

18/35

yeah, good fucking luck. this might be the worst combination you could've picked. 18 didn't get along with the others that well, but his relationship with 35 was probably the worst one.

35 overheard that you had plans with 18 later, and he just so happened to have something important for you to help him with, which ended up with you sitting in his lap, warming his cock as he finished up on paperwork.

18 came barging in, demanding to know why you didn't show up, only to see 35 smugly pressing his hand on your stomach, keeping you from moving. the younger segment was pissed, but he couldn't do anything about it. 35 had authority over him, and getting him mad usually didn't end well.

you couldn't stand staying still any longer, trying to seek even a little bit of relief. 35 wasn't happy with that, pushing you from his lap directly onto the floor. he nudged you with his boot, a cruel grin on his face. you needed to be reminded of your place, and for 18 to see what he'll never get to do.

your mouth trailed up 35's boot, licking and sucking on the leather. 18 hated how hard he was getting from looking at you being on your knees for another man. he finally spoke up, demanding to join in on the fun.

the sex had no emotion in it. it was a power play, with 35 making sure both of you knew that he was the one in charge. if he told you to stop, not orgasm, or quit moving altogether, he expected immediate compliance.

og zandik/25

an unusual duo, but it happens more often than you might expect. 25 was more daring and energetic than the other segments, and he had plenty of ideas in that wicked brain of his.

you shared a room with zandik, the two of you sleeping peacefully, getting some well earned rest. neither of you heard the lock getting picked, footsteps slowly coming up towards the bed.

25 climbed in quietly, pulling the blanket away from your legs, making sure neither you or the old man woke up immediately. he was craving your body, missing the taste of your fluids on his tongue.

he gently removed any bottoms you were wearing, taking a deep breath as he savored his favorite scent. his mouth worked you enthusiastically, not caring if you woke up at this point.

your squirming and the wet noises coming from the foot of the bed ended up waking zandik, as he glared at 25 for disturbing his rest. but as you already know, the old man did enjoy watching his segments fuck you.

after you orgasmed, 25 tossed you on top of the old man, pulling your legs down. zandik pushed your head onto his cock, as 25 started thrusting into you from behind. although 25 preferred a faster pace, he didn't want to risk getting thrown out before he even filled you up at least twice.

[ogttore]

cuddles with og zandik + segments 8 and 18

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. 

[ogttore]

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.

[ogttore]

og zandik as your boss ramble

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.

[ogttore]

webttore headcanons

more about the zandiks here

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. 

[ogttore]

more og zandik rambles + segments

continuation of this

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?

[ogttore]

og zandik nsfw ramble

rip king, it should've been just omega.

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.