You know for the first 18-ish years of your life everyone your age is mostly doing the same things and then all of a sudden every year for the rest of your life somebody your age is getting divorced while somebody else just learned what a leaf is and you have no idea what’s going on or what you’re supposed to be doing
thinking about abby who doesn’t even realize she has a size kink at first. it’s just a fact—she’s stronger than you. of course she is. she lifts more than most people in the gym, her arms and thighs are built like a sculpture. and she’s got shoulders wide enough to carry the weight of the world.
cw: size kink, abby using her strength, dom!abby (she's a bit meaaan), fingering (reader!receiving), abby fucks rough, strap referred as cock twice. there's aftercare ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ this is lowkey the first time i've wrote something this filthy LOL
but abby doesn’t really feel it until she’s around you. until she watches you struggle to pull your nightstand across the room and she steps in with one hand like it’s nothing. until she lifts you onto the counter as you kiss and realizes how easy it is.
until you grab her hand with both of yours one night—half playing, half testing her—telling her you’re going to hold her down.
“this is all your force?” she asks, cocking a brow, amused.
you nod, proud. “mmhm.”
and abby just smirks—because your fingers are laced through hers, tugging with all your might, and she’s not even faced by it. so, she shifts—grabbing both of your wrists in one of her hands, pressing them down. her grip is firm—gentle, but immovable—not even using her full force.
“try to move,” she murmurs, low and playful.
you do. you twist your arms, squirm a little, bite your lip as you try to pull away—and nothing. her hand doesn’t budge, not even a twitch. and that’s the moment it hits her—square in the gut, hot and dizzy. you’re looking up at her, wide-eyed, panting a little, cheeks warm, mouth parted—like you like it. like you enjoy being pinned, held down, completely at her mercy.
and abby? she’s gone already. her pupils blow wide, a flush rising up her neck, and suddenly she’s aching to see how much further she can take it. she wants to manhandle you. wants to press her palm to your stomach and watch you melt. want to fold you—legs pushed back, wrists pinned above your head, your voice going airy and whiny.
“baby,” she whispers, voice rough. “you’re so weak.”
you whimper, hips lifting instinctively—like you need her to show you just how much stronger she is. “i love how strong you are.”
abby’s addicted to the way your breath catches when she picks you up like it’s nothing. to how you clench when she presses her hand around your throat. to the way you smile when she uses her force.
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it starts with you in her lap as she sits on the couch—you’re straddling her thigh, blushed and already shaking, your small fingers curled around her thick forearm.
“thought you said you could handle a little force,” she says, voice low against your throat.
you nod, fast. “i can.”
abby hums—skeptical. her hands slide to your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin. she flexes her thigh once, grinning when your breath hitches. “we’ll see, baby.”
then, she moves—rocking your hips against her leg, back and forth, steady.
“does that feel good?” abby asks, like she doesn’t know already—as if she can’t feel the way you pussy’s dragging slick against her thigh.
you nod, eyes fluttering. “feels—so fucking good, abby.”
she grins, before shifting her weight—her hands going under your thighs, and lifting you up, walking until your back hits the wall with a soft thud.
“wrap your legs,” she orders, and you do—breath shaky as you cling to her shoulders.
abby holds you there, pressed against the wall like a doll. your cunt pressed against her lap, your head tipping back as she kisses down your throat. she grinds into you—controlled and deliberate—watching every reaction.
“still good?” abby asks, even though your nails are digging into her shoulders and you can barely control your whines.
“mmhm—yes,” you moan. “fuck, yes.”
abby wants more. she ends up laying you out on the bed like a prize, knees wide, firm hands, mouth pressing kisses down your chest before pinning both your wrist above your head with one hand and sliding her other between your legs.
“so fucking pretty,” she smiles.
she doesn’t tease—letting a finger, thick and perfect, sink inside you so deep you gasp. she curls it exactly how you love, and your legs twitch.
“such a mess already,” abby murmurs. “you gonna take more?”
you nod—desperate. she adds a second finger—allowing you to hook your leg over her shoulder, grinding into you with her palm and fingers inside you until you’re shaking, crying out her name like a prayer. and still, she doesn’t stop.
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you’re already fucked out when she straps it on—legs trembling, lips glossy from begging, pussy leaking down your thighs.
abby stands at the edge of the bed, arms flexed, watching you try to catch your breath—head tilted like she’s deciding how rough to be. but it’s too late—because when she slides the strap through her fingers, the look in her eyes turns feral.
“my baby,” she mutters. “already too fucked out—are you sure you can handle it?”
“i do—i do,” you whine, wrecked.
she grips your hips, dragging you to the edge of the bed. abby lines the strap up to your soaking cunt. it’s big—bigger than what you’re used to—and she knows it all too well. knows you’ll stretch for her, and take it anyway.
“then shut up, and take it—” she says.
abby thrusts herself in—no warning, no teasing grind. the sound of slick skin and a gasped-out cry from you fills the room as she buries herself inside you.
“abs—abby, fuck—” you whimper, hands scrambling for something to hold.
“what?” she asks—grabbing your wrists, pinning them to your stomach, leaning over you. “too much already?”
her strap is so deep inside you, you can barely think. “no—no—it feels so—fucking good.”
abby smiles, mean and proud. “thought so.”
she doesn’t fuck you gently or slow. she fucks you hard, deep, rough—her hips snapping into yours, every thrust knocking the breath from your lungs. her grip’s tights on your wrist, holding you while your body moves beneath her, tits bouncing, thighs shaking, moans spilling out your lips.
“you hear that, baby?” she pants, looking down at the slick mess between your legs. “hear how wet you are? fucking soaking me—like you need my cock.”
“i—i do, please abby—don’t stop,” you babble. “please, abs—need you.”
she lets go of your wrists—instead opting to grab the back of your knees, pushing your legs up and folds you in half, pushing her strap deeper and deeper, until you’re whining and crying about how deep she is.
“look at you,” she whispers. “so fucking pretty. so fucking weak. can’t even move if you wanted to.”
you moan at her voice. her abs flexing with every thrust, sweat dripping from her brow as she chases her rhythm—the strap is thick and slick as it pistons into you, harder each time, like she wants to see you break.
without a warning, you cum—shaking, gasping her name, pussy fluttering around the strap. abby doesn’t stop—she fucks you through it.
“again,” she says, breathless. “you’ve got another in you. come on.”
you’re shaky, overstimulated, and abby’s not done with you—not even close. she wants you on top, wants to watch you atop her, taking it—to fuck yourself on her strap.
she grabs you, sitting you on her lap easily. “not even strong enough to ride me?” she says, low and mocking.
you’re straddling her lap, thighs shaking, strap pressed right against your pussy—but you can’t lower yourself down without trembling. you want to, need to, but your body’s all spent. abby’s got one hand on your waist, steadying you, and the other is gripping your jaw—thumb pressing into your cheek until your lips part with a soft gasp.
“gonna take it?” she asks, smiling.
you nod, whining, trying to sink down, but your legs tremble again—useless. “i can’t—abby—please, do it—”
abby tsks, shaking her head like you’ve disappointed her. “guess i’ll do everything, huh?” her hand tightens on your jaw, tilting your head down so your closed eyes lock with hers. “look at me.”
when you open your eyes, she slams you down on her strap. “fuck—abigail—”
your mouth opens in a silent moan as the straps fills you deep, deeper than you can ever get on your own. abby’s grip on your waist is harsh enough to bruise as she holds you there, buried to the hilt, not letting you move—not up, not away, not even an inch of mercy.
“there you go,” she breathes. “fuckin’ stay there.”
you’re whining, squirming in her lap, trying to lift up and take control, but she doesn’t let you. she moves you—hands taking over, dragging you up her cock an inch at a time, then slamming you back down again, using your body like it’s hers so easily.
“you’re such a mess,” she grits. “you’re so easy to toss and move around—good thing i’m so strong, right?”
you nod, looking down at her. “fuck abby—i love you—i love it.”
“i love you too, pretty,” she says.
you’re biting your lip, tears threatening at the corners of your eyes every time she relentlessly moves you.
her thumb presses into your bottom lip. “open,” she commands.
you do, and she slides her thumb in—enough to give you something to bite on while she keeps fucking you down on her strap, punishing and slow. you can’t help but notice how weak you’re against her strength—like she’s using the smallest bit of her force against you and you’re still so useless.
“that’s it,” she whispers. “you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
when you cum again—back arching, hips stuttering—she doesn’t stop again. not until you’re limp in her hands, clinging to her. abby flips you over—chest pressed to the mattress, body hitching as her body slides against yours, warm and heavy. her hands grip your hips, holding you still as she leans in close, breath hot against your ear.
“so weak,” she murmurs, like it’s the sweetest compliment. “that’s why i’m here, to treat you good—make you mine.”
you whimper, cheeks burning as her front presses flush to your back. “i’m yours, abs.”
“i love you, okay?” abby says, fingers tracing slow circles on your skin. her hips already moving, slowly—you’re trembling again, helpless and she knows it. “you look so pretty like this.”
her hands slide down your sides, gripping tight at the swell of your ass, fingers digging in as she fucks you from behind. you’re breathless, broken, caught between aching pleasure and that dumb, delicious haze of being hers.
“that’s my girl,” she smiles, lips brushing your temple.
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the room’s quiet now, just the soft sound of your breath slowing. your skin is still sticky with sweat, sheets tangled beneath you—as you hear her move around the room, probably removing the strap and cleaning herself up.
“baby,” she whispers—her hand now softly pressing against your back, lips brushing against your shoulder, as she shifts to pull you into her chest.
abby wraps her arms around you, and you can feel her hand racing under your cheek.
“was—was i too rough?” she asks, the tenderness in her tone was evident. “sorry, pretty—i got carried away.”
you lift your head enough to look at her, all fucked-out and blushing. “abigail—” your voice was raspy. “that was the hottest thing you’ve ever done—fuck, you need to do that again.”
she huffs a laugh, relieved and flustered. “yeah?” she murmurs, brushing your hair back.
“mmhm,” you nod, nose nuzzling into her throat. “i love when you’re mean. strong. so fucking hot.”
abby groans. “don’t say shit like that when i’m trying to behave.”
you giggle, pressing a kiss to her neck. “too late.”
she’s all soft now—feather-light touches, gentle kisses. “gonna clean you up, baby,” she whispers. “then i’ll get you water, yeah? maybe something sweet?”
you nod, already letting her take care of you. “thank you, abby.”
because when abby fucks you like you’re nothing, she always brings you back like you’re everything.
she scoops you up like you’re weightless—big hands under your thighs, chest to chest, your body soft in her arms. you let out a sigh as your cheek presses to her shoulder.
“still with me?” she teases.
“barely,” you giggle.
abby laughs, nose brushing your temple as she carries you straight to the bathroom. she sets you on the edge of the sink for a second, adjusting the water—hot, not too hot, just like you like it—before she’s back, helping you stand, her hands firm and gentle all at once. the water hits your skin and you melt against her again, her arms wrapping around you under the stream like she can’t not touch you.
she takes her time washing you—her fingers sliding over your skin with a kind of reverence that makes your chest ache. no teasing now, no cocky smirks. just abby loving you with every fiber of her being.
“you did so good for me,” she whispers, kissing your neck as she works the soap into your skin. “so perfect, baby.”
you don’t even have words—just soft sighs, little gasps when her fingertips graze sore spots, and a tiny whimper when she kisses your shoulder like she’s sorry.
“gonna take care of you,” she says again, more to herself than you.
after the shower, she towels you off gently, pressing kisses to your knuckles and your knees and the curve of your waist—worshipping every inch of you.
then she digs through her dresser, grabs a soft old t-shirt—one of the worn-in ones that smells like her—and slips it over your head. it hangs loose on you, sleeves swallowing your arms, the hem brushing your thighs.
you flop onto the bed in her shirt, warm and clean, and abby just climbs in behind you, wraps herself around you like a blanket.
synopsis: ellie goes on the balcony to light up, but you have another idea.
zom’s note: okay maybe this kinda sucks, but i randomly thought of this at like 2am.
word count: abt 1.8k
warnings: only nsfw content (don’t like, then don’t read!), top!reader, bottom!ellie, eating out (e!receiving), fingering (e!receiving), intoxicated (ellie is high, reader is not).
“Babe, I’ll be on the balcony,” you hear Ellie yell from the shared bedroom. You were currently getting a snack from the kitchen, having the late night munchies. Turning around, you see Ellie walking through the living area to the sliding door to the balcony of the apartment. “Mmm okay,” you mumbled, returning to the hunt for a snack. The only reason she’d be stepping outside this late was to smoke, you knew that.
After rummaging around through the pantry, you grabbed a bag of chips, and opened them, before turning to look at Ellie’s darkened figure outside being lightened by a soft warm glow, tell tale sign of her joint being lit with a lighter. You stuffed a handful of chips in your mouth as you eyed her figure for a while, munching in thought.
You were contemplating joining her on the balcony, you weren’t as much of a smoker as she was, but you did occasionally; you never cared if Ellie smoked around you or not, but she remained adamant about not smoking inside the apartment. Didn’t wanna make it a habit. But as you watched her, an idea popped into your head. You set your half eaten bag of chips onto the counter, dusting your hands off, deciding you wanted to join your girlfriend. It was a little chilly out, and you were only wearing some sleep shorts and a tee, so you quickly went to grab one of Ellie’s zipups, her’s just felt... better!
You were now sliding the door open, seeing the obvious smoke dancing around where Ellie was leaning on the rail. The only sign of her acknowledgment of you stepping next to her was a quick glance, and a wave of her hand (trying to fan some of the smoke away). “Ellie, baby it’s fine,” you say quietly, “Just wanted to get some air with you.” A half truth.
She hummed softly, bumping her hip with yours. The joint between her fingers emits a constant dance of smoke, following her movements as she takes another drag, holding, then exhaling. It was a comfortable silence, it always is with her. You turn your attention to the side of her face, her hair was a slight mess, slightly falling in front of her eyes. Gently you reach over, tucking some of the hair behind her ear, smoothing out her bangs. She hid a smile, turning her face away from you for a mere moment, then looked at you for the second time since you joined her.
Her green eyes always pulled you in, ‘so pretty’ you thought. She blinked before smiling again, a slight blush creeping up. “God you’re such a sap, babe.” You furrowed your eyebrows, before realizing, “Shit, I said that outloud?” This time she giggled, “Yeah, always thinking about me, huh?” She takes another inhale of her joint, her question being rhetorical, but you softly said, “Always baby.”
Ellie mumbled out a ‘god’, obviously trying not to seem too flustered by your calm, sickly sweet demeanor. Maybe the high was starting to get to her… no it definitely was. Ellie always seemed a bit more relaxed, easier for you to get away with certain things. Maybe it was a little fucked to admit, but you love when Ellie gets high, she’s so pliable when she is.
Shifting closer to her, you laid a hand on the small of her back, slowly moving it over to squeeze her waist. She swayed a little, not knowing whether to support her weight onto the rail some more, or lean into your touch. You glanced at the joint she held, before making a sort of impromptu decision to pluck the joint from between her fingers. She followed your movements, with slight confusion.
“What’re you doin’?” She asked, but didn’t make a move to get the joint back, she didn’t have the will to. You ignored her question, taking a deep inhale of the joint. She watched you, or it seemed like she was. The high clearly making its way through the girl, she seemed slightly like molasses as time went by. A little too calm, a little too heavy. You took one more hit, before stubbing the joint out, and throwing it on the ground, it was practically out anyway.
Ellie just watched you, clearly enamored by your presence, but not fully here with you at this moment. You didn’t trust her with walking on her own, and honestly you didn’t want her to; so, you gently pulled her closer by the hand on her waist, and slowly moved her back inside, sliding the door closed with your foot, and to the living room couch. She whined as you sat her down, immediately sinking into the plushness of it, closing her eyes.
Fuck, she was so cute, like ‘so cute you wanna fuck her up cute’, in the best way possible. You knew she’d either wanna knock out, or cuddle and not leave your side… then knock out within 30 minutes, but you had other plans. Getting on your knees in front of her, you gently pushed her knees apart so you could have room between them. She hummed, peeking at you with half lidded eyes, mumbling something.
“What’s that, Els?” You rub her knee gently, leaning your head on it. “Wan’ you up here w’ me,” her words were a little drawn out, voice quiet. You shushed her, pressing a small kiss to the side of her knee, ‘wanna take care of you, Els.” She merely hummed, no motivation to move as she closed her eyes again, allowing you to have your way. That was all the confirmation you needed.
You took this moment to let your eyes wander, she was wearing a loose long sleeve top, with some sweats that hung low on her thin frame because they weren't tied. You could see the band of her boxers peeking over her sweats, and fuck the more you stared at her, the more you wanted her. She was just so effortlessly hot, maybe you had a problem (or both).
Grabbing the hem of her sweats, you tugged. It took a little effort to get those and her boxers off as she didn’t really help much, other than spreading her legs back once you tossed them on the ground next to you. You decided to leave her shirt alone, it’ll take too much work, and you knew Ellie could care less about the shirt.
Her syrupy head is now filled with just letting you do what you want with her, and needing you closer. She weakly grabbed at your arm, as you settled again. “What is it, baby?” She merely whined out a ‘please’. You sat up to lean over her slouched body, running your hands up her thighs, and under her shirt as you did so. You knew she was slowly losing her patience with you, the high making her feel too heavy as time went by, she felt buzzy, that buzz soon settling deep elsewhere as she watched you.
Having a little sympathy, you moved forward to place a few kisses on her jaw and neck, leaving a mark with some, she wrapped her legs around you, desperately trying to grind her already messy cunt onto your stomach. She was really worked up, and just needed some form of friction already. You let her do that for a little bit, moving your kisses up to her pretty lips, already bitten swollen from her trying to control her noises. You roughly pushed her hips down into the couch, gently pushing your tongue to circle around Ellie’s when her whines started to turn into quick pants, ending with a deep kiss to shut her up.
Her exhale was shaky, feeling a little dizzy from the lack of air she didn’t realize she was missing. “Babe, need you so bad,” she started begging, a little incoherent, but she was. Poor thing, so desperate, so needy, just how you wanted her. You needed her just as bad, the urge to have your face buried between her legs triumphing wanting to fuck with her some more. You unwrap her legs from around your waist, spreading them wide, before sinking down on your knees again. She sighed softly, leaning her head into the side of the plush back of the couch, ready to get what she needed.
She was wet. Like soaked, you didn’t realize the extent earlier. “Fuck… Els, didn’t realize you needed it this bad.” She mumbled a ‘yeah’ in what you assume to be an agreement. You couldn’t wait anymore, you dipped down to place your tongue flat on her clit, circling it, and wrapped your arms around the back of her thighs so she could rest her legs on your shoulders in one movement. Ellie immediately cried out, a sound between a whine and a moan, as you continued the action.
The poor girl was shaking, tangling a hand into your hair as she pressed you closer. A slew of, ‘fuck’, ‘harder please’, and ‘right there’ kept coming, like she couldn’t shut up. As your mouth focused on your girlfriend’s clit, you teased a finger around her entrance, causing a sharp inhale from her. She grinded slightly trying to get you to press a finger in, and enjoyed the pathetic attempts for a bit, before thrusting two inside without warning.
That made her tense, her softer whines steadily turning into louder moans and pleas as you fucked her like a person starved. She couldn’t stop that fuzzy feeling from clouding her mind, and the one sinking deep into her gut. Everything was too good, a little overwhelming. But to you, everything was just right, you wanted her so bad, craved her even.
The room was filled with Ellie’s moans, and the sloppy sounds of your fingers pounding into her. It was fucking heaven at this point, you could get lost between her legs whenever. You curled and pressed your fingers up, as you focused more on her clit, making her body tremble, she was close, really close. You could feel it in the way her thighs tightened around your head, and the obvious spasm around your fingers. She started babbling about god knows what, her whining falling on deaf ears. And then there it was, pressing her legs further up, and a few moments later she came.
You kept at it between her legs for a little longer, her moans turning into quiet pants as you lazily fucked her through the come down. Letting that fuzzy feeling dully work its way through her body, and a deep satisfaction bloom. You slowed your actions to a stop, gently kissed at her inner thighs, feeling them tremble as you did. Then gently, you removed them from around you, as to not make the ache that's soon to set in worse.
You leaned back up to place a few kisses onto her lips, smiling when she did. That made you happy, seeing her all content and fucked out. Brushing her hair back behind her ear once more, you couldn’t help but murmur an ‘I love you’, to which she responded ‘love you more, babe’ with a yawn. Stretching your arms above your head, you groaned, ready to get off the hard floor, and clean up your girlfriend. You knew she’d wanna return the favor come morning, so your main focus was her. And she was about to pass out either way, that high about to knock her out. You loved it.
babysitter!vi fingering herself in your bed.. MDNI 18+
after a few hours of sitting with the kids and entertaining them with her humour, vi got a sudden call from you in a haste. “i might run a bit late, put the kids up for a nap will you violet?”. and put them up for a nap she did, the wheels turning in her head. to be fair she tried staying put and watching the tv until you came back.
but what’s the fun in that?? she couldn’t help but snoop around, walking into your bedroom. looking the complete opposite from her trashy tiny studio, hand sliding against the bedsheets she saw you wrapped in the other night are now tidy, looking around her. little polaroid pictures hung on the wall beside your dressing table of you and your kids, opening the drawers mindlessly, her eyes catching on a certain polaroid poking out of the side.
it was of you, in black lingerie—looking far from a woman that is a dutiful mother. hair pulled up messily, the arch of you back and your ass facing the camera while you glance back at it with a look she can call nothing less than slutty, and oh does it have her clit pulsing as she scrambles without a second thought to lock the door walking back and falling into the bed, polaroid still in hand.
pulling her pants and boxers in one swift move, neck craning as she sniffs all over your pillow, getting high on the idea of you. fingers sliding against her wetness releasing a broken filthy whine. heartbeat going a hundred miles a second.
it was no time before she started ramming her own fingers into herself, the squelching coupled with her whines as she tries to stay quiet, a moan followed by your name breaking out every now and then—with your picture still held tightly it, albeit crumpled now.
cold sweat gliding down her face as she doesn’t dare slow down her assault against her own clit, “pleasepleaseplease o-ohh” broken moans and pleas spill out of her mouth as her thighs work in tandem with her fingers. shaking violently as she cum, back arching off of your bed; that’s now unkempt.
she doesn’t even realize the tiny puddle she caused by being such a snoop.
One of the worst parts of seeing the internet say that Caitlyn doesn't deserve Vi, is Caitlyn is already aware of that herself.
And before I get into this, let it be known that if I see any caitvi antis in here try and say that the toxic dynamics in the other ships--with both timebomb and jayvik trying to kill each other, jinx killing several of ekko's comrades, and jayce having anti zaunite biases that he says to viktor's face--are somehow less severe than the shit going on with caitvi, don't bother. You will be blocked for your stupidity.
Caitlyn knows she's done unforgivable things. She says as much repeatedly. She knows she doesn't deserve Vi. But she tries to be better to at least come close to it. Why? Because Vi will love her anyway. That's just who Vi is. She never gives up on the people she loves. That's why Caitlyn fell in love with her to begin with. So what can Caitlyn do? She can try her fucking best to one day deserve it. And she does try. She facilitates the circumstances in which Vi can free Jinx. She lets go of her hatred for Jinx by doing that. Lets go of her need for revenge. She betrays Ambessa at great risk to herself and the people of both Piltover and Zaun, but it was a necessary break. Ambessa is an imperial power that cannot be bargained with. She leads the charge in the battle against both Ambessa's army of Noxians AND Viktor's glorious evolution. She loses an eye and nearly dies in that battle. She could have surrendered, but never did. She gave it her all. She fought Ambessa, an opponent she knew outmatched her, with a KNIFE IN HER GUT. When the battle is over, she gives her council seat to Sevika so that Zaun can be represented. (And yes, realistically, Sevika will more often than not be outnumbered so the practical application is lacking, but it's something Caitlyn CAN do as an attempt to right her wrongs. Oppression doesn't get fixed overnight. It's a step in the right direction and it's a step SHE makes, and we know she's the one who makes it because that used to be her mother's seat, and it's the seat she occupies when Jayce calls on all the great houses to war in the council room.) And at the very end, we see her looking at the blueprints of the hexgates, where we now know Jinx likely escaped. She's not only let go of her hatred, but she's looking for signs that Jinx is alive, likely for Vi.
All Caitlyn does for the entirety of act 3 is try to right her wrongs. All she does is try to deserve Vi. For some people, it will never be enough. But all it needs to be enough for is Vi. Vi is a grown woman, guys. I'm pretty sure she can decide for herself whether the woman she loves is deserving of that love.
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