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dame-de-pique · 5 months
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John Gibson - Monsters of the sea, legendary and authentic. Imprint: London, T. Nelson, 1887
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hauntedppgpaints · 3 months
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solitude - ella wheeler wilcox
on the inherent loneliness of being a goalie, pt 2.
( x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. )
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frostbeees · 1 month
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ANA @ CHI | 03.13.24
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starscelly · 2 months
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stank, a goalie ally
dal@ana 03.08.24
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neonfretra · 29 days
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hell of a past two games to be a goalie huh
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barzyhughes · 10 months
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here’s an assortment of players in pride merch that didn’t get posted :)
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nuge · 5 months
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when he hugs you from behind <3
connor mcdavid | EDM v. ANA | 11.26.23
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dmercer91 · 1 year
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age gap!au headcanons, jg36
18+!! and suddenly my knees are bruised
the two of you started off as a one night stand, which turned into friends with benefits, which later turned into dating.
you’re 20, and him being 29 he only wanted a hookup, and you felt the same
and then he woke up the next morning to you, naked and sound asleep, and decided he was fucking you again
and again
and again
cause you’re so good for him, you listen and you let him take out his frustrations and you’ve got the perfect amount of disobedience to where he doesn’t genuinely need to get impatient
you read each other so well, and you’re willing to try the things he likes as long as he’s willing to try new things, too.
so you give friends with benefits a try.
it’s glorious. a quick text and you’re at his house, letting him get everything out
a text from you and he’s inviting you over. he fucks you in his lap and tells you how good you are for him, empties your head and then lets you take a nap on his chest.
then he started trying to convince you to stay the night.
“you could stay, if you wanted. fuck you dumb in the morning n’ i’ll bring you home before morning skate”
it took a while before he tried a different tactic to get you to stay - going so many rounds that you couldn’t walk anymore, after a game so it was late
you started staying over once or twice a week after that, and eventually he stopped asking, just pulled you back to his chest the second you tried to get your clothes back on
before you started dating officially, he’d gotten you a key to his house and while he was on the way back from a roadie one day you decided to wait up for him, in his bed wearing his favourite lingerie.
you fell asleep. he was planning on fucking you stupid since it was a rough roadie, instead he found you in a pile of blankets and decided you looked too sweet to wake
you woke up with your head on his thigh like it was a pillow and him scrolling on his phone and playing with your hair
“sorry, j. bed is more comfy than mine”
“that’s alright, baby. looked like an angel waiting for me. get some rest”
he didn’t even realize how much he cared about you until the first time you went to one of his games
it was something about ‘the prettiest sweetheart in the crowds gonna be wearing my number tonight’
nobody knew about you, so you got tickets and came in like a regular supporter
but he had you sitting behind his first and third period net, so at warmups you caught the attention of one of his teammates.
“she’s wearing your jersey, gib. lucky guy,” regular locker room talk ensued and gibby was just trying so hard not to sock the guy.
he just kept repeating ‘murder is illegal, murder is illegal, murder is very very illegal’ in his head while smiling through it
his dirty talk that night was so possessive.
“maybe i should fuck you a little harder tonight, that way tomorrow when you’re out, you’re limping n’ everybody will know you’re already taken”
“fuckin’ look at you, dripping with me. should make you go home tonight with my mess on your thighs”
“mine. my fuckin’- my fucktoy, you’re mine”
you caught on quickly and gave into him, cause even if he wasn’t showing it, it was putting him at ease to know he wasn’t making you uncomfortable with his rambles
“yours, j. promise m’ yours, always”
he thought about that night nonstop for two weeks before he finally asked you to officially be his girlfriend
you were still kept just for him, though. neither of you told anyone, not even when you moved into his house.
he’s so protective of you once he does start to be open to everyone about you
when you’re out he’s always got his hand on the back of your neck, guiding you
if you’re in a group setting, like a bar or restaurant where you’re sitting, he’s got his hand on your thigh, always
when you’re watching a movie or something at home, he wants you on his lap. the first time you guys had company over you tried to sit next to him, and he was not having it.
he once mauled a guy on the ice for chirping him about you. granted, the player hadn’t even known you existed and wasn’t even talking about you specifically. he won’t make the same mistake twice
your sexual relationship doesn’t change at all once he makes you his partner
he’s got a size kink. he likes to manoeuvre you and throw you around and haul you over his shoulder as he pleases
he likes that when you sit in his lap and snuggle into his chest he’s practically caging you in with his arms
he likes that the outline of him shows through your stomach while he’s fucking you
he likes that you have to look up at him
he likes that you have to lean up to kiss him
he has a sir kink. he isn’t really fond of daddy
but one day you rolled your eyes at him and went ‘yes, sir’, trying to be sarcastic
he couldn’t even be upset with you cause what did you just call me??
it clicks in your brain before it does in his, and you know he won’t say anything once he does piece it together, so you just smile
later that night while he’s deep inside you he’s mumbling about how pretty you are, asking “does that feel good, sweetheart?”
without even thinking your immediate response to him is “yes, sir. feels so good, you’re so good to me”
his hip stutter, and he almost stops but instead he groans in your ear grips you so tight you think you might bruise.
“fuckin’ minx, aren’t you” is his response once he’s finally back on pace
he likes to call you sweetheart, baby (and fucktoy) he doesn’t call you by your name
he’s rough
he’ll hold you up in his lap and fuck you so hard your inner thighs get sore
he’ll have you on your back with your legs up against your chest or over his shoulders
or he’ll have you on your side, tucked into his chest while he fucks you from behind
as long as he’s able to fuck you hard and see your face, he’s in heaven.
he’ll pull your hair to move your head when you start to get hazy and roll your head back. he’ll slap your inner thigh or your pussy if you try and close your legs
he’ll use spit for lube
he likes to shove his fingers into your mouth to shut you up when he’s particularly frustrated and wanting to let off some steam
if you try to give him attitude he’ll always have that smirk he’s got in post game scrums (i need him so bad)
shower sex. all the time. he loves it.
he’ll wash your hair for you, give you such a nice scalp massage that you’re leaning on him completely to keep yourself up and you’re scratching at his bicep
while he’s helping you rinse your hair out he’ll grip your chin and lean down to leave kisses on your neck and collarbone
and as soon as it’s all out of your hair you’re up against the tile and he’s slipping into you.
he’ll hold the back of your head to keep it away from the wall
have his other arm wrapped around you to keep your front pressed completely to his
and you’ll go from gently scratching his arm to digging your nails into his skin and biting down onto his shoulder
you have to then try and stop him from washing your body cause you know he’s trying to get another round out of you
that fails spectacularly every time
aftercare is important to him, especially after your relationship starts to get more serious
he makes you feel safe, and you make him feel loved and appreciated
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hootball · 1 year
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JOHN GIBSON & TREVOR ZEGRAS [20230216] Ducks Stream Releasing tomorrow…
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mattstrahm · 5 months
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ANA @ NSH | Nov 14, 2023
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loserdudes · 1 year
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"No, I wouldn't let him sing in the house."
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Making an Edit for Every Team in the NHL: The Anaheim Ducks (17/32)
—Julian K. Jarboe
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snekjin · 1 year
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rituals
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goalielover · 6 months
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anaheim ducks’ JOHN GIBSON gives us a wave
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dmercer91 · 7 months
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i forget in which inevitably headcanon you mention something about reader and jamie-
but all i can picture is reader being a bit more on the reserved side when initially meeting eveyone, and jamie is just the first person she warms up to- and that’s why it makes john so happy when he sees them giggling together
(if it was anyone else he’d definitely get jealous-)
she’s definitely very nervous cause she’s meeting a bunch of people who didn’t know she existed even though she’s been with john for so long
the reason she’s so comforted by jamie is that he genuinely seemed so excited to meet her while the rest she could tell were confused and a little put off cause she’s very different than gibbys normal type
mason and trevor were quick to adapt to her and troy was never judgemental, just very quiet- but the first time dahlia hugs mason goodbye at an event she was invited to a while after meeting, it’s very, very obvious that john’s not a huge fan
so she sticks with jamie because inexplicably, he loves them
also, until she gets used to trev being around he just has so much energy and it’s a little head spinning for her
dux in tux | inevitability au, jg36
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“my girlfriend is coming tonight,” john murmured nonchalantly, heard vaguely over trevor, jamie and mason as they contemplated, as the single men of the team, wether or not they should bring casual dates
trevor whipped his head around, while jamie just smiled a little and mase furrowed his eyebrows “your who?” trevor had caught the attention of a larger part of the dressing room with his words.
“girlfriend?” mason repeated, a little more tame than trevor, but still pronounced enough that anyone who’d looked over at the commotion could hear.
“why haven’t you said anything?” jamie quietly asked.
john nodded to masons question, licking his lips in contemplation at jamie’s
“she’s younger.” he stated, scratching the back of his neck at the thought of the day they met. dahlia had continuously reminded him throughout the relationship that she was one one interested in him
and that their relationship would always be private enough that anybody who had an opinion wouldn’t be close enough to them regardless
“like.. 25 younger?” trevor tilted his head, and john poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue
“like i met her on her 20th birthday, younger.” he stared at the floor for a moment, looking up to see pretty much the whole team staring at him, with neutral looks of confusion.
that was good enough for him, though when he saw that jamie just smiled and tried to move on with the previous conversation, he was relieved that at least one person would be accepting of dahlia that night.
when the beginning of the event rolled around, john walked in with dahlia holding his arm, clearly very nervous to meet everyone since john had spared the details of the reactions his blurt had gotten him at practice
troy, trevor, cam, mace and jamie had all already been standing together, jamie immediately turning and smiling at her from their spot.
“this is dahlia, my girl,” john smiled down at her as she waved to the small group, jamie returning the favour while the rest just eyed her in silence.
john rolled his eyes a little, but carried a conversation with his teammates while she stayed wrapped around him and tucked close
as the night progressed, dahlia had met nearly the whole team, and they were all very mellow with her, not sure what to think about her and johns dynamic
when john leaned down to tell her that he’d needed a minute to use the bathroom, she blinked, nervous.
“can we find jamie first?” she looked up at him worry prominent in her features. john kissed her on the forehead and nodded, pulling her over to the drinks where jamie was standing
“hey, jim. can she stand with you a sec?” john nodded to the bathroom and then his eyes trailed to her, who still looked a little nervous to be left without him.
jamie nodded with a proud smile. he could already tell how much she meant to john, and being trusted to ease her discomfort like he had was a different kind of honour.
“dahlia, yeah?” jamie asked, looking down at her while she planted herself next to him, close but not uncomfortably.
she nodded. squeezing her own wrist like she’d been anticipating a piercing.
“gibby’s a big softy, right? like he’s real quiet at the rink but then he just goes teddy bear mode?” dahlia smiled, thinking of the contrast between her john and his john.
“yeah. he’s very sweet to me,” she blushed, looking up at jamie to see him fully engaged in their conversation, chuckling
“oh- and, ignore the team, i think they just weren’t expecting him to have been in a long term relationship. they’ll all warm up,” she nodded slightly, giving him a small thanks
“have you ever been to a game? i know we weren’t introduced to you, but some home games he looks more excited to play than others,” she bit her lip, reminded of the first game she’d ever gone to.
“i’ve been to a couple. i stay in the crowd, obviously. mason’s noticed me in the stands before and had apparently taken interest,” she giggled, jamie’s eyes going wide as he laughed
“that went over well, i take it?” he breathed out, tilting his head
“well. he asked me to be his girlfriend because of it, so i think it did,” she smiled, earning a hum.
“the jealous type?” before you could answer, johns arms were snaked around you from behind and jamie was beaming at the two of you.
“definitely.”
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lesbianarthistory · 2 years
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John Gibson – Two Girls Dancing (19th c.)
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