you're **the** guy gardner writer in my head, you characterise him so accurately to how i imagine him to be and are an amazing writer in general. if i want to read fics with him, you're my go-to person and have been for a while now <3 on that note, do you know of any other guy writers or fics out there 🥺, is there stand out fics out there i'm missing out on???
yah u can check out my fellow soldiers in the trenches @skeeets @fanfictionwarrior-chills @finniestoncrane @gilverrwrites @kaydekarios @sun-da-ri @kitkatscabinet @froggibus for some real bangers
the need for some girl dad guy content is actually impossible to ignore now.... i need a novel written of their day to day to satiate this need.... bc having guy worship you is one thing but to have him wrapped around ur daughter's finger is just UGH i neeeeeeeeed it
watching him sit down to have tea parties with your daughter even though he’s in tough guy mode as he asks your daughter’s rabbit plushie if she wants more sugar (“and hey, go easy on the milk, willya?”)—seeing how he totes her one-armed over his shoulder while he hefts you easily in the other, a broad beaming smile on his face (“Guy, put us down!” “Nah, I got the two most important things in my life right here.”) Watching as he pitches a ball to her so she can start trying out for softball (“She’s got a real fuckin’ mean swing, wait ‘til we get her on scholarships”)—Carrying her to bed after a long car drive home (“Dunno how much longer I’ll get to do this, huh? Might as well appreciate it while I can.”)
sol's soapbox: this request has had me champin at the bit to write for a hot second now HEHE
content warnings: body insecurity, Guy is a big fan of reader's body, biting, kissing, gn!reader
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Ain't no curves Guy Gardner can't handle.
Guy Gardner/Chubby!Reader
It’s not an unfamiliar sight, the posture that you take before the closet mirror. The one of self-deprecative wallowing as you put yourself to the crucible of self-scrutiny.
You know that there’s no benefit to be had in this self-flagellation, as you look at aspects of your body that have carried you through the storied moments of your life. But you can’t help yourself.
You can't stop the search for supposed blemishes, as you look at the curves of your body, the plush of your arms and legs. You can feel the instinctive grimace that already crosses over your face as you continue to regard yourself in profile. As you break yourself down for a life that you’ve endeavored to live as best as you can.
This is why you’re not cognizant of the face that appears over your shoulder, growing in greater proximity—at least, not until it’s perched directly behind you.
“Whatcha doin’?” Guy asks, his reflection taking marked inventory of you in far different means.
There’s a wolfish look to his eyes, teeth showing in appreciative sneer, his hands already taking roaming dissertation of your body: his conclusions all positive, of course. The way that his fingers slink around you, taking crude squeezes to emphasize all the spots that have given you grief—
“Guy,” You begin with reticent bearings, “Have I gained weight?”
Guy, in all of his inelegant fashion, is busy burying his nose in the crook of your neck, enjoying the aroma of you. His hands are busying themselves, trying to find how best to unbutton your jeans from behind and finding adequate success.
“Sure ya have,” Guy grunts in quite casual manner, “Somethin’ wrong with that?”
“Well,” You continue, pressing your own gaze upon the body he’s taking detailed work to commit to his grasping fingers, “I just don’t know if it looks good on me.”
“Fuck's tellin’ you bullshit like that?” Guy’s head snaps up in the reflection, searches out the sight of your gaze with his own. Unmitigated rage, offense held on your behalf steams clearly through, his grasp growing ever-tighter on the sink of your body.
“No one,” You admit, and now your eyes break hold with his own. Take that similar boulevard of self-hatred that you’ve become quite familiar with. “I just thought—”
“Thought what?” Guy asks—the anger is gone now, replaced by gruff emphasis.
The grip he holds over you relaxes, those knuckles easing the protracted jut through the housing of his skin.
“Thought’cha weren’t the hottest fuckin’ babe I ever got my hands on?”
The reprieve was temporary, it seems—again, it amazes you how nimble and dexterous he can be when he wants to. Especially as his hands encourage their way around your frame, to free you from the terrible stricture of clothes.
“I dunno—”—You begin, but there’s a pinch in the sensitive spot above your ribs and you can’t resist the involuntary laugh expelled from you. You writhe in unfettered arms determined to keep you there.
“Dunno what?” Guy’s voice is wily as he works your arm around his shoulder so that he can descend the side of your body. You shriek as you feel the rasp of teeth around the soft slope of your side, an animalistic growl that snakes through the grit of his jaw.
“Dunno how you’re gonna get outta bed,” Guy asks as he presses a wet kiss that summons familiar heat to the junction of your legs, “After I got my way with you?”
“Well, I—”—You begin, because this is starting to sound rather promising, actually.
Guy huffs in unveiled amusement at your erosion of sensibilities. He takes another bite for good measure that renders your defenses weak enough for him to strike.
You don’t know if his physical education training taught him some jujitsu—it has to be some Lantern witchcraft that taught him how to wrangle you around him like this.
But whenever he sweeps you up into his arms in that possessive, proprietary way, that needful heat smoldering in his eyes—you know he means business.
“How ‘bout I show ya how much I like it?” Guy asks with a broad, wicked grin.
His arms jump to better adjust the princess carry he’s relegated you to, leaning in to press his nose, his mouth to drape down your temple, make navigation to the shell of your ear.
“I’m real convincin’,” Guy whispers, before making lewd application of his tongue to your earlobe—you squirm away from the touch.
“Guy, you’re gross,” You giggle—but it’s not a no. And he knows this, from how his hands school in tighter hold upon you.
“Just how you like ‘em,” He boasts, before he starts crucial journey to the bed behind you both. “Now lemme see if I still got that good persuasive streak.”
I swear you caused the guy Gardner fanfic renaissance, I remember before you started posting fics last year, there was almost little to none fics of guy, but the second you started posting your amazing work, every one else also started to catch on and I find that so beautiful, I still remember my daily search for new guy fics and your blog popping up for the first time 🫶
bro.......BRO..........that's so fucking sweet of you to say!!!!!!!!!!!! SNIFF.......honestly, I was inspired first and foremost by @gilverrwrites and @finniestoncrane as well as estellos on ao3 who had me realizing that there were people who would want to read for Guy other than just me.......and once i had thoroughly exhausted reading their fics i decided to take matters into my own gooner hands............
but genuinely. this is so so so fucking sweet. im without words and you are so very fucking kind for saying this, i love me some him BADLY and im so glad other people do too :)
I'd like to think Guy would (in a good way) begin screaming and freaking out over my latest cross stitch project and want to show it to everyone he comes across
the way he would never stop bragging and would shove it in everyone’s faces
Personal headcanon for Guy Gardner I just wanna share with you, he will use his ring's power during sex to make whatever toy you wanna use during the act. But the moment this white boy finds out your checking out sights like Bad Dragon, he will be thanking god and start experimenting more toys to use on you.... he'd so aim to get you to squirt, ruin the bed, and as added bonus to see if he can break the bed frame.
If you're down to try 13 inches he will help you with that... plus knots... good luck walking for the week after.
I finally get to use this react @cherryysunshine made for me
just re read thru ur protective / possessive guy writings and MAN do i crave guy pummeling a man for looking at you the wrong way or throwing a dude thru a window for arguing with you ugh i love a guard dog guy
having a big guard dog who only wants to protect you by ripping the jugular out of anyone who tries to step to you in the slightest……….who only cools at the touch of your hand against his head, rough palms scraping down your body to pull you flush against him, his mouth making landmark down your throat….HMMMMMMM
I want to lick Guy up and down until my saliva seeps through his skin and I taste every ounce of sweat and grime
Thank you
Until I have deprived his body of all natural vitamins and oxidants and he becomes a rare white prune due to the ministration of my tongue against him so that he can finally achieve his true cracker potential
