Do you write fem!S/O x Guzma imagines? If so, I would like a wedding night Guzma imagine and make it loving! Please and thank you :) <3
im so sorry this went from what you wanted to guzma making his wife dick about for no reason
for some reason he made you keep the wedding dress on even though it was nearly midnight and you hadn’t seen your legs in about 13 hours
He, on the other hand, was a complete mess, as per usual. His Tux unbuttoned and rolled halfway down his arms and he was tugging at the collar on his shirt as if trying to pull it off.
you got up & the discarded veil that you’d taken off and placed in your lap fell onto the ground since it had blended into the poofy dress so well you’d forgotten that it was there. You walked over to him, squatted down (much like he does in battle, you’d started to adopt some of his habits) and moved his hands away from his collar.
“You might be legally married, Guzma, but you’re still legally a dumbass~” you chuckle, staring at his puzzled face, before unbuttoning the top 2 buttons of his white dress shirt. “Better?”
“uh... yeah, thanks babe” he muttered, slightly embarrassed.
a few seconds pass before his gaze met yours again. You were still squatting down to where he was sat in the little hotel chair. well, it seemed more like a kids’ chair because of his height...
“Can i take this stupid dress off now? Do you have a thing for huge ass puffy skirts or something, Guzma?” you teased.
“I really wan’ed t’ look at it a li’l more...” he whined. His normally deadpan demeanour softened into a puppy-dog face. Even after so long you found it astonishing that such a man could pull that kind of face.
You cut your losses and told him “Alright fine. 5 more minutes. What do wanna see? I’ll do anything... within reason...” you smiled sweetly
“uh...” he hesitated. “I always wan’ed to see ya run in that dumbass dress ever since i saw it this mornin’“
“you said anything” he pouted.
“oh my god why are you like this?” you burst out laughing, walking away and clearing the room a bit while still losing your mind at his stupid request. “Are you gonna help? Time’s ticking!”
“nope. seeing you do all this in that stupid dress is time well spent t’me” he smirked back at you.
after you’d cleared the room, you looked at him. “do you seriously want me to run? There’s no space in here”
You preceded to run back and forth across the length of the room to Guzma’s absolute full enjoyment. He spent the entire time losing his shit and he was laughing so loud you were worried about getting a noise complaint.
After he cooled down, you said “okay i’m never wearing this stupid dress ever again you got way too much enjoyment out of that”
