still fleshing out this part but. happy meneszo mwednesday!! #pentasnips

She rolls back over, fully intending to bury her face in Menenius’s armpit and go back to sleep, before she realizes that he himself is not yet awake.

wip wednesday...don't worry about szo she's exactly where she wants to be #pentasnips

With a mournful sigh, Guerrique tosses his pillow aside and raises a hand to his ear, activating the line with a quick press between thumb and forefinger. And then he waits, kicking one of his feet idly underneath his blanket before kicking the blanket off entirely. The giggles have died down, leaving him with the sound of the gales outside and the pounding of his own excited heart. The connection takes so long to go through that he starts to grow worried he had accidentally pressed the wrong linkpearl and that he'll have Grinnaux or Paulecrain asking what the hells he wants to interrupt them while they're with their women and coming to threaten to beat him but then, finally— “Hi, Guerr-bear.”

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happy haumercy hwednesday #pentasnips

my queue popped in the middle of drafting this but. go my haumercy worms #pentasnips

Szocha 'down bad' Ves 🙂‍↕️ #pentasnips

(pulled from ouroboros: archiveofourown.org/works/64051270)

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“I can reheat dinner, if you'd like,” she says, moving to stand from the sofa, but the Tyrant sheds his coat and drops his weight onto her before she gets the chance. He's heavy, flattening her much smaller and slimmer frame against the cushions, but she likes the weight of him atop her. Zora huffs against the cushion underneath her face and frees one of her arms with great effort to grab her tablet and gently place it onto the floor. She isn't sure where her stylus is, but she finds that she doesn't really care at this present moment. “Later. I would prefer to sate a different appetite now,” he murmurs, letting her feel the rigid line of his cock through his trousers as he curves over her to nip at one of her ears.

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Distantly, Szocha wonders what his hands looked like before Adrammelech had stained him, if his veins were blue and crept across his milky skin like spilled ink across parchment or if they were green like seaweed wrapped around a drowned man’s arms. He would have had pale skin to match the clear, deceptive youth of his face, and his fingers would have still been long and slim, but his gloves had prevented her from seeing more. She wonders if he’d had hair on his knuckles and the backs of his hands before the Lucavi had seared everything away, but then decides against it because he doesn't really seem the type, not like M—

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actually I lied. go my scarabs (return to hermenilla endgame) #pentasnips

#pentasnips okay hi. I couldn't decide which one I wanted to snip so here's one of tilla Going Through It and one from the guerrpia eureka-fic-companion I've been poking at

She'll get out of bed, Nana decides, pull her robe and discarded clothes back on, and then wake him up, so as to lessen temptation (getting to see Ignasse wake, stretch the sleep out of his body and watch the flex of his muscles, is a side benefit that she tries to not linger on). Funny, she thinks, that he’s the one with now-broken vows but she's worried about her own wants. She squirms, trying to break free from his hold, but his arms tighten around her instead and her plan flies instantly out the window (which is more than she can say he’d done).

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His grip slackens, turning contemplative as his thumb strokes across her pulse point. She blinks up at him, wide-eyed, but he simply continues, the rasp of his voice turned crooning, “But I think you could do with one. Given that yours is unlikely to rise from his grave, I may as well step into the part in his stead.” Albeleo's hand falls from her neck, sliding down to rest on her shoulder, but he doesn't back away. Szocha’s cheeks burn hot and she wants to retort that he couldn't be a fatherly figure even if he wanted to, that there's only twelve years between them, but then he's leaning in more and kissing her. Unbidden, the portrait of her father she'd kept at her bedside as a child flashes through her head. If she squints, a little voice in her head says, he almost looks like—

His gaze lands on the three wedding rings tucked into the back of the box. His mother had worn the same ring for both of her marriages and had only stopped after the death of his stepfather, choosing instead to save the rings for him and whoever he married, or so she had told him the last time he had come back from Dalmasca to visit before she had taken ill. Marriage was another thing he had never given much thought to, despite his mother’s urgings, all that he was devoted to Noah’s campaign instead, and then later knowing he wouldn't live long enough to take a bride even if he wanted to. Now Noah is dead and Menenius finds his thoughts turning to the future. How odd, he thinks as he stares at the three steel rings in a row, that the orange-tinged future before him is something he wants, that the thought of his own grave no longer seems such a comfort. His mother’s hands were big, long-fingered and prone to swelling, so it would have to be resized, and of course things may not tip that way in the end, Szocha might go her own way when things are said and done, but… It can't hurt, he decides, and slips his parents' wedding rings into his pocket.

not WIPs but I AM still thinking about these fills from nacarat with wildly different tones #pentasnips

okay hi #pentasnips

forgot my. #pentasnips

back in the oc/oc pits 🧘 #pentasnips

happy WIP wednesday #pentasnips

#pentasnips hey what if I started crying

okay. sneak peak from next week's fills 🤫 #pentasnips

“We've all bedded each other before,” Menenius says, far too casually. She had suspected as much before, true, but hearing it confirmed is another matter entirely, one that sends more heat through her at the images that flicker into her head than it does genuine shock. As she boggles at him, gaze flicking wildly between his bashful expression and Albeleo’s smiling face, Menenius continues, “So I feel as if this is the most natural conclusion.” “You can't just say that and not elaborate,” Szocha finally manages, still unable to settle her gaze on a specific man.

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She can feel Albeleo’s cock twitch against her back as he chipperly admits, “I do rather enjoy the sight of you covered in blood.” “I can't believe I married you,” Szochs says without any real regret as he pulls her shorts and smalls down in one swift tug. She steps out of them, wondering briefly if she should ask for the chance to remove her boots, but Albeleo spins her around quicker than she can asks, sweat-damp orange hair whipping around her face as she meets his smile. He leans down again, as if to kiss her, but catches her bottom lip between his teeth instead before pulling back.

happy WIP wfriday #pentacuiarnsfw #pentasnips

freaks together in any universe #pentasnips

#pentasnips #🟡szocha something simple with baby Szo

#pentasnips #🟡nana

“About last night,” she starts, pushing her empty plate away. Albeleo stares at her over the rim of his mug, blind white and bright blue eye both trained on her and creasing at the corners as he gives a noncommittal hum in response. She takes a deep breath, closing her own eyes to steady herself, before opening them and saying before she can change her mind, “I would like to do it again, I think. The sex, that is.”

happy WIP Wednesday here's what Szo rizz looks like #pentasnips

#pentasnips #🟡szocha a brief glimpse at baby Szo 🙂‍↕️

#pentasnips #🟡nana this had me sitting here with the realization that all three of the fic girls technically wear chokers but

#pentasnips #🟡tilla yippee