Anyways,, Hellooooo my name is Bells, although some know me as Ky. Either one works but I’ve been going by Bells digitally for a few years so it’s kinda stuck.
I initially made this blog like years ago to just read shitty fanfic and then lost the blog but then I got it back and now I am chronically obsessed with hockey and it’s all I talk about so that’s all I post about.
I am a fan of the Tampa Bay Lightning and the Vancouver Canucks, those are my two babies. And I can be the bigger person to admit I only watch the Rangers because I like watching Matt Rempe fight ☝️😌 like I only root for them when he’s fighting bc IT MAKES IT INTERESTING OKAY!
I have like hella drafts of little writings that I don’t know if I’ll ever post but if I do; well then we know I have too much time on my hands.
Anyways idk what else I can say ab myself. Enjoy the dumpster fire that is my blog <33
just saw a tweet that said “normalize pathetically begging to go down on her nightly” and that’s macklin to me
NSFW 18+ DISCUSSION BELOW. clearing out the freaky ask backlog! 😇
he'll crawl into bed late as fuck after a game, needy hands pawing at your shirt, or the waistband of your panties. his lips are insistent on your tummy, hands massaging your sleep-warm body until you stir and mumble his name
he rambles on and on about how he needs you, how much he missed you, lips and tongue tracing patterns all over your torso. his voice pitches up into a whine as he starts to nudge your thighs open, “lemme see her, please? c’mon, open up. just lemme—please—i wanna taste-”
and of course you give in, spreading your thighs and burying one hand in his hair as he tugs your panties down, finally getting a taste of what he’s been craving all evening
i need your thoughts on the hughes bros doing this PLEASE
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OMG NEED NEED okay okay lesgooo!!
Quinn | He’d be a lot harder to convince than his brothers, he just wouldn’t understand why you’d want to do it. You’d have to explain the reason why you’d want to sit on his back while he does push ups, even if that reason is just ‘for fun!’ - he’d look at you and blink. But with enough convincing, he’d agree, giving you a kiss on the forehead and asking you how you’d want him. Quinn would ask questions as you’d be trying to balance your seating, how slow you want him to do the reps, how many, if you were comfortable, if you were ready yet and once you’d answer everything, he’d start the first one. But the second he would feel you clutch the back of his t-shirt, he’d pause and ask if you were okay, even if you were, before continuing, just to hear you giggle. And if you asked him to include the upgraded version of push ups to his gym routine, he’d probably say yes, because deep down he would enjoy it too.
Jack | Would take it as a challenge to prove himself. You’d be tagging along with him at the gym, getting caught up in watching him too much when the idea comes to mind. Waiting for him to finish his set, you’d wrap your fingers around the hem of his t-shirt and propose the idea, teasing him with fluttering eyelashes and giving him a ‘Pleeeaase? Or are you not strong enough?’, moving to run your nail over his bicep and he’d cave. A smirk would crawl into his lips, his hands on your waist would run goosebumps over your body, a grin spreading onto your face when he’d get on the floor, in the push up form and let you find your balance before executing smooth push ups as if it were not a problem at all. Of course, for you, it’s fun sitting on his back, watching his arms flex, knowing he’d be so smug in showing you he can do it - even though you knew he could, you just wanted to sit on his back while he worked out.
Luke | Is peer pressured by his friends one summer. There’d be no doubt that one of his UMich buddies would bring it up, encouraging everyone to try it and you’d agree to sit on someone's back, but Luke wouldn’t be so keen, insisting he was capable of doing push ups with you sitting on his back. His source? Just trust him. Until someone else says they’d let you sit on them instead if Luke wouldn’t, then Luke would spring up, dropping to his knees and ushering you to get on - just to ensure the only back you’d be feeling is his. He’d do the reps with ease, trying to stay locked in when your fingers trace over his muscles, when you coo out ‘such a strong boy, Lu’ just to tease him. He’d get flustered though after, cheeks pink and would pull you into his chest, hiding your face and muffling your teasing.
love this so so so much!! thank you for bringing my little idea to life. on another note, how do i change my settings so it DOESNT SEND YOU MY TIKTOK PROFILE when you open the link
no literally, they are my mid ass baseball team but i simply must adore them. either we get massively fucked and basically shut out or we score 9 runs a single inning. it never makes sense but i love them
if i could dig up all my old photos of like LITTLE me at dbacks games, i would. it’s the one thing i miss about living in AZ truthfully. but they fucked colorado tn and i’ll celebrate to that 🙂↕️🙂↕️
no literally, they are my mid ass baseball team but i simply must adore them. either we get massively fucked and basically shut out or we score 9 runs a single inning. it never makes sense but i love them
so like for anyone that doesn’t know this about me, i have like a fucking genetic fuckall bag of issues. of which include missing teeth. i’m missing one of my front teeth (not direct front two but one beside it), i normally wear a little flipper with a fake tooth.
i just fucking threw up, knocked my retainer out, didn’t realize, and flushed it down the toilet…
now i’ve gotten fairly comfortable with the fucked up smile… but like people at work have never seen me like this… and like i’ve been crying for probably twenty minutes now… yippee
so like for anyone that doesn’t know this about me, i have like a fucking genetic fuckall bag of issues. of which include missing teeth. i’m missing one of my front teeth (not direct front two but one beside it), i normally wear a little flipper with a fake tooth.
i just fucking threw up, knocked my retainer out, didn’t realize, and flushed it down the toilet…
now i’ve gotten fairly comfortable with the fucked up smile… but like people at work have never seen me like this… and like i’ve been crying for probably twenty minutes now… yippee
I got my nips pierced a little over two years ago now. Healing was fine like a little annoying but nothing crazy. I had bars in the whole time for like the actual jewelry right? I’m sleeping in just a little like sleep tank no bra I turned in my sleep and the end of the bar got stuck like on the mattress and ripped out. When I tell you I thought I got stabbed in my sleep! Then I had to get my boyfriend of EIGHT DAYS to drive me to the ER to get my nipple stitched….
i love that i’m gonna become “nipple ring girl” and that’s so okay with me.
but ooooh i feel you, my dad got his ripped out by a fucking basketball net snagging on it and i had to drive him to the ER.
but another fun story for mine: the literal same day i got mine done, my boyfriend thought it would be a good idea to flick me in my FRESHLY pierced nip, it started bleeding again and he got so freaked out by the blood.
didn’t apologize about the fact that it fucking hurt and now i was bleeding, but he got so grossed out by the blood.
this is anonymous enough that i’m not at all embarrassed to talk about this (also because my blog gets NO traction so i’m basically talking to myself like a diary hehe)
tw: blood mentionnnnnnnnn
i just had the biggest fucking freak out of my life!!!!
i got my n*ps pierced like back in the beginning of march and they’ve been healing fine, not much pain whatever, yknow the usual feeling of healing a piercing lol
but tonight on the nightly saline rinse and qtip bath that they get i noticed a little like purple bump right beside the piercing hole on one side and freaked out so bad. because like it wasn’t their this morning?????? (i clean them once in the morning and then once when i get home from work)
and the minute i fucking ran the Qtip (soaked in saline spray) across the bump it like BURST and like maybe half a teaspoon of blood just sprayed on my bathroom counter and mirror (and hand) and i freaked out again thinking im dying. used like four more Qtips to soak up the rest of the blood, ran hot water over a cotton pad and held that over the little spot until it stopped just LEAKING blood. and then bandaged that hoe right up.
i googled what it was… it was just a hematoma, literally just trapped blood under my skin… i had a major freak out over a completely normal thing.
if you ever think you are insane or a hypochondriac, just look at me, i sat here thinking “oh my god my piercing is rejecting and also i’m dying”
