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Okay fandelions, I kinda zoned out listening to The Only Exception and doodled Daisy again. Then I wrote another fic. Enjoy if you're into these things.
> Autumn is ending soon.
> Even after a month, you just keep falling more in love with Daisy.
> Today she was practicing songs in her bedroom, and shyly singing with all her heart.
> Thinking it has to be perfect, when her just showing you her heart is the most perfect thing you can imagine.
> But you love her as she is. With all her anxieties and fears.
> Sometimes she feels strong. Sometimes not. That's okay.
> You just want to be there for her. To let her know that she isn't alone.
> Of course, now she is wrapped up tight,
> the bindings on her arms and legs a substitute for tentacles,
> and a plug stuffed up her asshole.
> You love every glimpse of herself she gives you,
> every chance you have to show her that you accept her for what she is,
> unconditionally.
> Sometimes she doesn't think she deserves it
> and you understand.
> You know what it's like to be alone,
> to distrust any good thing that might happen to you.
> Which is why you kiss her so hard,
> and hold her so tight when you're balls deep inside her tiny pussy,
> and why your heart skips a beat
> when even while she is completely helpless
> she kisses you back just as hard.
> Maybe she doesn't believe it when you tell her
> how beautiful she is,
> how beautifully she sings.
> It couldn't be her you're talking about, right?
> When her own cum is dripping down her legs,
> and she's crying because she can barely take it,
> her little hole gripping you every time you pull back to thrust in,
> it's just a dream.
> It couldn't be real.
> It's true that blossoms are temporary
> and a final season will one day come.
> But what a wonderful, impossible thing it is
> to have a chance to love someone like Daisy
> with everything you have in your heart.
> You want her to know how much she means to you.
> How much you want to give her everything,
> to give her a family,
> to give her love.
> Emptying out into her womb
> with your teeth on her lip
> and your hands on her throat,
> Daisy cumming so hard she pisses pineapple Fanta all over the floor.
> "I love you so much, Daisy."
> You embrace her unbound, as she shivers in your arms, curling up against your chest.
> Your warm, shy, brave little lion.
> Winter will come, and flowers will sleep. But in spring, everything will return to life again.
