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What can I tell you about myself, let’s see. I’m 19, I’m a very shy person in reality…I absolutely ADORE your fics. Big fan of the heavy kinks.

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Being kidnapper!Ellie’s prisoner during football season is the worst thing ever. You stay seated next to her on the couch, your wrists shackled with those awful cold metal cuffs. Ellie’s eyes remain hyperfocused on the television screen, feet raised up on the coffee table as her jaw grinds hard every time her favourite team doesn’t score. 

You know what’s on your fate if the team she supports doesn’t mean. The frustration, the anger— all of it comes down on your shoulders if her team doesn’t win. You’re a trembling mess already. You’re scared because today’s definitely not the first day Ellie has punished you for something you have zero control over. 

Maybe that’s because she simply enjoys punishing you. 

When the game ends, Ellie is furious. You don’t even have to ask who won the game because her face says it all. She moves towards you with terrifying speed, pulling you to the floor, using the chain of your cuffs. “Kneel,” she says as she watches you scramble to your knees to obey, “present yourself.”

You position your chest against the floor, ass raised up. You spread your cheeks and presented both holes for Ellie. She smirks and spits down your crack, using your saliva as lube as she fingers you. 

She’s harsh, her fingers dig deep without a care in the world. “Cry,” she orders with a cruel laugh, curling all three digits making you gasp and thrash.