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“Shuddup, just..!” Whatever venom she injects into her words is lost, morphs into a squeal - when’s the last time she’s done that? - as warm, achingly soft hands cup and rub and massage her breasts like dough. Sandrone’s optics don’t have to be removed to know that Columbina is enraptured, captivated by them.. Much like everything else the entire night. Pawing at her newer, longer digits and marvelling at the increased thickness; poking at the buttery synthetic skin and gawking at its softness.. Plunging a cock in her as a reunion gift.
Stupid.Or - after her revival, Sandrone is given quite the warm welcome.
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30 Jun 2026
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"But—" Sandrone stood up. "What the hell did you do?"
"Oh," Columbina's slightly mischievous grin returned to her face. "I was only giving you what you had asked for."
"Excuse me?"
"Did you not say you wanted milk?"
Columbina does a bad job running her errands and makes up for it in a strange way.
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25 Jun 2026
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If it's an eternity with you, it's an eternity I'll gladly plead for by Wiilder
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
23 Jun 2026
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Ever since meeting a weird, oddly gorgeous stranger, unusual things had begun happening to Sandrone. Things appearing that weren't there before, her heart feeling as if it were being tugged in a certain direction, strange dreams, and even worse, her focus slipping constantly.
All while she tried to manage that same stranger named Columbina and her irritating affection.Bookmarked by casuistry
24 Jun 2026
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A carriage accident leaves a young, enigmatic woman by the name of Columbina in Sandrone’s care. Sandrone is certain there is something wrong with her.
She’s right.
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“Mm… good morning, my dear Sandrone…” Columbina murmured, her voice still thick with sleep. She rubbed her eyes before nestling her face into the crook of Sandrone’s neck, breathing in that faint coffee scent she had come to adore long before they had ever become this. With a quiet huff, Sandrone tried to pry herself free. The Dove’s arms only tightened—firm, but never enough to hurt.
"Ugh… It’s 7 in the morning, Columbina," Sandrone grumbled, her voice coming out rough and raspy, betraying the sharpness she had intended. “Can’t you let me start my day without ruining it?”
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a domestic sandbina omegaverse au