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.
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.
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.
The house of Daena is always open for scholars to find resources of interest. However, these days scholars tends to stray from it as they have the akasha terminal as a guide. To me it seems all too much unpleasant.
Don't they know how riveting it is to do research with minimal resources? Back in my days, I'd spend days researching about a topic due to the lack of professionalism of my professors. Those days, I felt like going mad is a better option than being sane while going through with the course. My peers and I have no option to quit, we were already far too gone.
Thus, 79.96% of students fails.
(0.96% since professors were wondering whether to pass that one student or not.)
I considered it as an act of betrayal… Perhaps the elation I felt back then after being the top 10 of my batch despite having an awful start makes me a bit arrogant. Sometimes I wonder if that's something to be arrogant about.
"'Teyvat's sky: History & interpretations', 'The Moons & The Origin', 'The Most Significant Stars'. Zandik, do you think this is enough for lil' old me?"
The thick books dropped onto the table with a thud. I sat down on one of the available sophisticated seat of the library, staring at Zandik across from me with expecting eyes.
He barely gave a glance away from his work.
"Most of us scholars are trying to find cures and origins of Eleazar . Even going as far as trying to dissect King Deshret's technology into ruins… here you are managing to find the most ridiculous topics as a rtawahist student."
"What you find ridiculous is what I call close to treasure. Say I exclaim that the sky is fake would you try to refute?" I said opening one of the awaiting titles hoping to find each and one of them came with an answer to my question.
Now Zandik finally looked up, locking with my gaze. He placed a hand over his chin.
"As a being that came from beyond the sky, are you implying something?"
"Keep that mouth of yours shut. There's still people within the House of Daena."
He smirks. The glint in his eyes truly shows what I brought up caught his attention. "…If I recommend you a far more reliable—insightful manuscript, you wouldn't deny me of your time, surely?"
I stared at the man in front of me and nodded. Of course, for him, a thousand times over. Until it involves me staying with him for eternity.
My fingers twirl with a ruin guard's energy core. Zandik had lied to me. What he need was not me, but instead that good for nothing kamera. After finding out I possess such an item that could essentially freeze time in a form of a two-dimensional image, he grew fond of it rather quickly.
I should have known he valued his experiments and research more than social interaction.
Currently, we are inside a giant ruin guard; tampering with technology of distant era. If the Akademiya find out about it, Zandik is sure to be punished for acting out of authorization and attempting one of the six cardinal sins. Not me though, I am innocent.
Staring at the large core in the middle of the room, it pulses repulsively before it stopped once more. Zandik sitting beside me let out a 'tsk' and wrote — what I assume — the observation in his notebook.
I must be honest, most of the time I have no clue over what his motives are. Human beings are so annoyingly complex.
"Do you have any more memory cards?" He set down the notebook aside, now holding my kamera in his hand.
I rest my chin on my palm, tilting my head to look at him. "Of course I do; though don't tell me you already need one. I just replaced it two days ago…"
He shook his head, "it was merely a question." I hummed and he continue to speak. "It'll be a shame if such a revolutionary item is to be discarded after fulfilling its purpose. So what do you say? If this kamera broke would you be able to fix it?"
A question about purpose. He knows just the right words to get me agitated. Nevertheless, I try to answer it as truthfully as I could.
I shook my head, "I am not sure Teyvat has similar material to this design in particular."
"Tch… Nevermind, just give me the last memory card. I need to compare it with the first time I did this." He held out his hand. He does so without even looking at me. Keeping his gaze fixated on the kamera screen.
He was annoying me on purpose. I could feel it; how could someone be so arrogant with the presence of a greater being? I let out a huff. Reluctantly reaching inside my satchel, I grabbed a tiny square wooden box. However, I didn't take it out. Instead let my grip on it loosen and took my empty hand out.
"I didn't bring it."
He turned his head to glare at me. Leaning back slightly and folding his arm. I fight to contain my grin.
"How unfortunate. I did not expect someone like you to forget that one important thing to you."
"Hmm? What do you know about what's important to me?" I tilted my head; I couldn't help but smile just a little bit. His frown only deepen.
"By the way you look at me, its quite easy to figure as such. It's unlikely you didn't bring it since you know I will ask for it as per usual. So I suggest you stop with the jest and hand it over this instance."
I scoffed and took out the box, taking a memory card I sign as '#04' which was on the very front. I stood up, glancing behind, "I am not sure if I want to give it to you…"
He dropped his arms to rest on his lap, staring at me silently. "You've been quite mean to me, Zandik."
"…What do you want me to do about it?" He asked. I assume he understands I want something to settle my mood, which I was glad. I turn to face him, holding up the micro card between my thumb and pointer. "Let me get lost in your eyes for a bit. I'll give it to you with that term."
"What?" He furrowed his brows, and straighten up. "If you wish to stare at me that badly, could you not just snap a photo? It'll last much longer. I have no time for this."
"An image does not compare to the real thing." I said perfectly sane. It took a second; fortunately, he agreed.
His crimson eyes stare into mine. No matter how much I steal glances, the real thing still makes my heart beats two times faster. I am not sure if I am exaggerating, but it is beginning to get harder to breath. He shifted slightly seemingly uncomfortable. Does he even get uncomfortable?
"That's enough." He outstretched his hand towards the card, I unconsciously pull it back. Blinking; I grabbed his wrist and lean further down.
Until my lips pressed on the corner of his.
"That hurt, miss…" "Stop moving."
I wince as the intern doctor in Birmastan tend to my split lips. The bleeding didn't seem to be stopping.
The ointment she rubbed on my lips burns the wound. I felt like throwing up.
She sighed, pressing a clean cloth to stop blood from oozing out. She told me to put pressure on it. So I reached my hand up and held the clean— now bloodied cloth. She lets go and grabbed a different ointment beside her.
"Do you always put yourself in dangers way? This is the third time I've seen you visit." She tilted my head up to check the bruise on my neck.
"I like the colour red." I gulped down my nervousness.
She gave me a judging look. "Go buy yourself a red pen. Maybe it'll stop you from whatever you're doing now."
I shook my head, "its alright, I like the pain."
"What?"
"What?"
Her hand stopped. A beat pass. She sighs and continue her work. My mind drift away, remembering what happened earlier. I couldn't help but smile to myself like a madman. What a happy day today.
