Azuljoie95 - AzulJoie95

⋆ ambessa headcanons but it's a modern au & she's a ruthless business mogul.

business mogul!ambessa x wife!reader. men & minors dni.

synopsis: what it says on the tin.

cw: implied age difference! explicit sexual content below the cut!

notes: i need her. i am going to lose it. the theme of this marriage is definitely cherry by lana del rey ( listen here. ) and bordersz by zayn ( listen here. )

getting together

one night, a little tipsy and feeling bold, you post a video to social media. you don’t care about the controversy, you declare—you need ambessa so badly.

despite the chaos that follows, your words are so heartfelt, so sweet, that the video practically goes triple platinum overnight.

later, at a restaurant opening, you both happen to be there. she spots you sitting in a corner, all soft warmth and radiant energy.

you look lovely, your wide smile lighting up the room. she notices how your nose scrunches when you laugh and how your dress—loaned as a favor to a designer you adore—dips elegantly at your hips.

with a little... maneuvering, ambessa secures the seat next to you and strikes up a conversation.

you’re so vivacious, so intelligent, and for the first time in a long time, she meets someone who doesn’t greet her with judgment or disapproval.

when you speak, you lean in, your hand occasionally brushing her arm. you’re so intentional, and it utterly endears her to you.

after the event, she goes home haunted by your perfume and the sound of your laughter.

the next morning, her PA reaches out with a dinner invitation to one of your dream restaurants. ambessa had spent the night scrolling through your socials, watching videos over and over.

the married life.

you’ve become a media darling—everyone adores you.

sometimes, ambessa can’t handle sharing you with the world, so she’s left her mark: photos of you often feature dark hickeys blooming across your neck like wildflowers.

your ring is massive, but she insisted you pick it out yourself—she wanted to make sure it was exactly what you wanted.

you call her “bessa,” and she alternates between “my love,” “baby,” or “sweet girl” when speaking to you.

when you leave for trips, whether for work or to visit family, she secretly diffuses perfume oils that mimic your scent throughout the house.

the playlist you share is ridiculously long—so long, in fact, it almost crashed your phone once, but neither of you care.

her desk is cluttered with framed photos of you, and your house has a photo wall that stretches up the staircase.

even when she’s annoyed or upset, she’s impossibly soft with you.

she gets genuinely upset if you don’t use her card to make purchases. like pissed.

“you will want for nothing” was one of the first promises she made to you.

you have to sneak birthday and christmas gifts for her because she always checks to make sure you’re spending her money “as the Lord intended.”

“i didn’t add this card to your apple wallet for decoration.”

she’s deeply affectionate, both in public and private.

she adores nonsexual intimacy—massaging your feet as you tell her about your day, pulling you into her lap while she works, and just sitting quietly together.

when you cup her face during conversations to focus her, it often leads to... wonderful outcomes.

if she catches you pouting, she pinches your lips into a duckbill and laughs. you let it slide because her laughter is so full-bodied, so infectious, you can’t help but love it.

her humor is so dry and witty it takes you a minute to register sometimes, but when you do, you’re in stitches.

she’s always close—sharing water, joining you in baths and showers. you’re rarely apart.

ambessa loves to provide for you. she’s your dictionary, bank account, calculator, calendar, dild—

her gift-giving is unmatched. she remembers things you mentioned wanting years ago, down to the minute you said it. it could've been mentioned 6 years, 2 months, 3 days, 1 hour, 6 minutes, and 23 seconds ago. she still remembers.

she keeps a lawyer on retainer because you’re fiercely protective of her. she acts exasperated but secretly loves it.

if you get sick, she’s terrifying—she’ll track down whoever got you sick and sue them into the ground. when you had pneumonia once, she nearly had a breakdown. it is now referred to as the crashout of the century in your household.

she’s serious about keeping you healthy, even if it drives you crazy. workouts with her are intense.

“just a little more, my love.” “you said that two rounds ago!"

her countdowns are the worst. she swears there’s ten seconds left, but it feels like eternity.

speaking of households, you don’t play when it comes to your family.

you’re fiercely protective and, let’s be honest, a little conniving when necessary.

the pta? you run it like the navy. everyone falls in line when you walk in the room.

once, a kid at mel’s school thought it was a good idea to bully her. you pulled up, found the kid, and made sure they’d never even think about messing with her again.

after that, everyone was a little afraid of mel and kino’s stepmom. you never heard another peep of bullying.

when it's good—it usually is—it's wonderful. but there were compliated moments in the beginning.

ambessa’s rise to the top wasn’t exactly clean. there were deals in shadows, strategies that left her enemies ruined. you should’ve felt more conflicted, but you found it difficult to care.

but then she announced she was running for office, and everything changed. you hated what she was doing to win—how ruthless she was, how far she was willing to go.

it led to the biggest fight you’d ever had. you left, heartbroken, and stayed with your parents for weeks.

mel had never seen her mother so undone. ambessa was quiet, distracted, a shadow of herself.

mel flew out to see you, desperate to fix things. when you saw her, the grief on her face mirrored your own, and it shattered you.

you forgave ambessa immediately—not because she was blameless, but because you hated what it had done to both of you.

she will always choose you and the kids above anything.

the marriage bed.

it's a workout in here, too.

she gon’ put that baby inside of you.

you are a bit of a perfectionist and stressed about doing it wrong and she literally could not have cared less.

she loves to lace your hands together when you fuck.

the first couple times you sleep together she treats your body like a land she needs to learn, to map.

she prefers to be dominant but sometimes you just need it and she allows you to take control.

you adore her strength and you are not slick about it because your favorite positions reflect it: mating press and amazon press, specifically.

she’s a munch and she likes humiliating you so that usually entails spreading the lips of your pussy to watch it drool for her, spiting into your cunt, pushing your legs out or up so that it’s completely bare to her.

you're enamored with her breasts. 

even outside of sex sometimes you just squeeze or hold them.

she says you’re being ridiculous but then will take off her top and reveal the most insanely tight sports bra. her tits are practically spilling into your mouth all on their own.

you can no longer go to the gym with her bc it will get crazy.

impact play. 

straps you down. you are not walking for at least two days.

once she begins, she will be finishing. no breaks. so don't tease unless you can commit.

will most definitely keep fucking you even she gets a work call + sometimes if you try to be quiet she’ll loop a hand under the thin fabric of your g-string and bounce you fast and hard on her cock until you’re moaning shamlessly.

you love kissing her so she’ll make out with you until your lips are so swollen and your words are slurred.

the best sex you had was in the bathtub one evening.

you were slipping and sliding but a swat team couldn’t have pulled her out of you.

you held onto her tightly, felt her back ripple, and to this day you swear you saw the gates of heaven. you knew if you came to be before them without her, you'd hold the gates to let her in.

she’s always telling you to take it and forces you to look at the ring you’re making around her cock.

when you’re ass up she’ll consume you until you’re shaking.

she loves making you squirt; it’s like a challenge for her.

when it happens she’ll drop her mouth open and moan so loudly it makes you flush.

she then begins to finger you and the overstimulation really works you up.

she loves to put you on your side with a leg raised so she can snap her hips hard against your ass and hear the squelch.

you love when she does this because her tits are against your back and she’s just so fucking big and warm. you feel safe.

you’re usually so sweet but during these moments you curse like a sailor.

“fuck fuck fuuuuuck. holy shit, bessa.” “such a dirty girl.” 

one thing about her fingers? they’re going in your mouth and you’re gonna gag on them.

super thoughtful with aftercare.

massages every part of your body and intersperses the pressure with tender kisses.

you always fall asleep to affirmations of how beautiful and loved you are.

you are her angel, fallen and found by her hands.

© hcneymooners.

A Time to Remember🎄♥️

Character: Husband!Miguel Galindo x Black!Reader.

Word Count: 800+. 

"A Season of Love Christmas Series 🎄♥️"

The scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air as you stepped into your cozy living room, the warm glow of twinkling lights from the Christmas tree casting a gentle light over the room. Each ornament told a story, and this year felt particularly special as you and Miguel prepared to celebrate your first Christmas as a married couple.

You wrapped a soft blanket around your shoulders and settled onto the couch, a steaming mug of cocoa warming your hands. As you sipped the rich drink, thoughts of Miguel and the life you had built together filled your mind. His fierce loyalty, charm, and the way he loved so deeply made you fall for him all over again every day.

Just then, the door swung open, and Miguel stepped in, shaking off the cold as he entered. He wore a fitted black leather jacket over a simple gray sweater that hugged his muscular frame just right. The sight of him made your heart race.

“Hey, mi amor,” he greeted, his voice low and smooth as he crossed the room to you. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips that sent warmth coursing through your body. “Missed you.”

“Missed you most,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you gazed into his deep brown eyes.

He knelt beside you, taking the mug from your hands and setting it on the coffee table. “I have a surprise for you.”

Your heart raced with anticipation. “What is it?”

Miguel’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Just wait here. I’ll be right back.” He stood, slipping out of the room before you could protest.

Moments later, he returned, holding a sleek black box with a silver clasp, his expression serious yet soft. “Okay, open it.”

You felt your heart flutter as you took the box from him. Carefully lifting the lid, you revealed a stunning gold watch, elegantly designed with delicate diamond accents around the face. The watch shimmered under the soft light, and you could see an engraving on the inside that read, “Always Time for Us.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Miguel, this is beautiful!”

He leaned in closer, his voice rich with emotion. “I wanted you to have something timeless, something that represents every moment we share. Every second, every memory we create together.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you looked up at him, feeling the weight of his thoughtful gift. “You didn’t have to do this. It’s perfect.”

He reached out, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. “You deserve it. You are my heart, and I wanted something that symbolizes our love—something that lasts, just like us.”

You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around him tightly, overwhelmed by the love radiating between you. “Thank you, Papa. It’s exquisite, just like you.”

He chuckled softly, his warmth enveloping you as he held you close. “You’re the beautiful one.”

The moment felt electric, the warmth of the fire crackling in the background as you sank into the couch together, Miguel wrapping an arm around you. “I wanted to make this year special,” he said, his voice softening. “After everything we’ve been through, you deserve it.”

You snuggled closer, resting your head against his shoulder. “As long as I’m with you, it’s special.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers gently playing with your curls. “Let’s make more memories this Christmas, yeah?”

You nodded, looking up at him with playful determination. “What did you have in mind?”

He smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “How about we start with a little game of truth or dare?”

“Okay, you’re on,” you challenged, a laugh escaping your lips.

As the evening unfolded, laughter filled the room, the two of you sharing stories, secrets, and playful dares that brought you even closer. Miguel’s flirtatious glances ignited a heat within you, and each dare revealed a new side of him that made your heart race.

Eventually, the game led to a dare that involved a dance in the living room, the soft glow of the tree lights illuminating your movements. Miguel pulled you close, his strong hands resting on your waist as he swayed you to an imaginary rhythm, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered sweet nothings that made your breath hitch.

With every beat, you felt a sense of freedom and love wrap around you like a warm blanket. He spun you, and you found yourself laughing, the joy of the moment weaving through you like a ribbon of light.

As the dance came to an end, Miguel pulled you close, his breath warm against your skin. “I love you,” he murmured, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I love you too, Miguel,” you replied, your heart swelling with affection.

At that moment, surrounded by the glow of the tree and the warmth of the fire, you knew that this Christmas would forever be etched in your heart as a beautiful beginning—a reminder that love could conquer all and bring magic even in the darkest times.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, my babies! MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄♥️!!

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@sunshine-flower @amorestevens @starrynite7114

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bending my rules 18+

jessica pearson x lawyer! reader

pairing - jessica pearson x female reader warnings - smut, submissive r, pet names, age gap, public sex, 18+ word count - 1.9k

"i'm glad we could finally come to a compromise." you gave her a small smile, in return the older woman toasted her champagne glass with yours.

"once we got all the whiny weak men out of the room it seemed to be smooth sailing." jessica grinned cheek to cheek as you both sat on the couch in her penthouse office, enjoying a whole bottle of moët.

it was already late but you two had to have a celebratory drink for signing a multi-million dollar contract that heavily benefited both of your firms. initially, you two were competing to be the sole representative of mckernon motors igniting a lengthy dirty battle between the two of you.

luckily you were able to pen an agreement between adams & grand and the pearson hardman firm. the two firms were vastly different, offering different resources, therefore you felt you could work together on this. split the baby and take home millions respectively without stepping on each others toes.

"does adams & grand realize the goldmine they have?"

"uhhh yeah, you saw all those zeros on that check!"

"not mckernon motors... you."

"me?" you laughed, not knowing what she was gettting around to.

"i'm serious, you arranged and established this whole affair. why isn't your name on the door?"

"who says i want my name on the door?" she gave you an incredulous look, her eyes boring into yours. "hey! i'm still a managing partner and it only took me five years."

"if they truly saw your worth, you would be a named partner." she sat her glass down on the table and turned towards you.

"that's not what's most important to me, besides i don't need that pressure."

"what pressure? my names on the door and i don't feel any pressure."

"sure you don't. i can't even imagine what you did to get your name up there. who you had to step on... who you're still stepping on to keep it there."

"i've stepped on no one, they just simply... bent to my will." you both let out hearty laughs, relaxing further into the couch. you shook your head and finished off your glass of champagne setting it on the table. "hey."

"hmm?" you were looking down at your fingers, picking at the skin, a tell tale sign of anxiety building up. she moved closer to you and hooked her finger under your chin, you softened as you studied her features. her big brown eyes, full cheekbones, deep dimples, and scattered freckles and beauty marks had you completely mesmerized.

"once you stop being scared, there's a place for you here at pearson hardman. and i wouldn't hesitate to put your name on the door."

"don't blow smoke up my ass jessica, i know how this works."

"oh? how does it work?"

"you're the boss but you can't do anything without running it by ten other white men. i'm supposed to believe this firm would be gung-ho about poaching me and making me a named partner?"

jessica gripped your chin tightly, "this firm? you mean my firm. it's my name on that god damn wall and i call the shots. do you understand?" you nodded slowly, the multiple glasses of moët making you subtly compliant.

she released you from her grasp and stood from her seat smoothing out her dress. you did the same, figuring it was time to leave. you had a well-deserved long weekend ahead and you hadn't even decided how you would spend it yet. you reached for your briefcase but jessica's soft manicured hand caught yours.

"you're not driving are you?"

"i have a driver jessica, he's been downstairs this whole time."

"tell him to go home." you searched her eyes, utterly confused. "just do it, it's already twelve in the morning, i'm sure your driver has a family they'd like to get home to."

you felt a pang in your gut, feeling guilty having davey, your driver, wait hours for your drunk ass to finish business. you sent a quick text to him, relieving him of his duties and reminding him of his upcoming off days.

"now what?"

jessica took your hand in hers and guided you over to her desk. "you said having your name on the door isn't what's important to you."

"what does that have to do with anything?" you jumped back when jessica swiped everything off of her desk, clearing it in one fell swoop. “jessica! what-what are you doing?” she pulled you closer to her by your hips and sat you in the middle of the huge wooden desk. her toned arms, placed on either side of you, trapped you in place.

"so what is important to you?"

"jessica pearson, i fear you may be obsessed with me." you grinned at her and leaned in, you two now impossibly close, almost molding together and holding intense eye contact.

her lips snuck past your jaw to whisper in your ear, "answer my question little girl."

"i don't... know anymore." you shook your head and sighed. jessica tucked your curly hair behind your ears and tilted your head back a bit. you felt her lips ghosting over yours and you let out a small whine when she pulled away before your lips could truly meet.

"you do, just say it."

"i wanna be understood... and seen... appreciated."

"will you let me?"

“l-let you what?”

“let me show you those things.”

you nodded your head and the older woman wasted no time getting your blazer off. as she began to unbutton your blouse caution kicked in, "jessica what if someone sees us?"

"i want them to see," you deadpanned at her admission, "relax bunny, the only other person here is the security guard at the front desk... a whole fifty floors down."

you relaxed and started to doff her blazer as well, silently admiring her statuesque toned body but she caught your wrists, pausing your motions.

"this is all about you, relax for me baby." you melted into her touch and she laid you back on the spacious desk after getting your top off. she trailed featherlight kisses from your jaw, down the middle of your chest while exposing and kneading your breast.

soft moans escaped your parted lips as she rubbed your body, her hands moving quickly to hike your black leather skirt up. the heat from her body engulfed you as she pressed flush against you, rubbing your thighs slowly and pushing them further apart.

“what would your bosses say if they could see you right now…laid on my desk, showing me all of you.” jessica ran her fingers down your clothed slit and pressed gentle kisses to your center. she then trailed kisses back up to your chest, taking a hardened nipple in her mouth, you hissed and arched into her, feeling your body set on fire.

“i don’t think they would like it.” you moaned and captured her full lips in a hurry, your tongue delving inside her mouth. she tasted so fucking good, her body felt so fucking good on top of yours, you needed her so bad.

she pulled you up and swiftly turned you around, bending you over her desk. you spread your legs for her, biting your bottom lip as you looked back at the beautiful brown-skinned woman. she was left in a black form-fitting dress that accentuated her curves, turning you on even more.

“do you want me bunny?”

“i do jessica, so fucking bad, please.” you tried to sit up but she shoved you back down with a steady hand on your shoulder blades, keeping you in place. she sent a sharp slap to your bottom loving just how red it got under her palm, and how you hissed and tried to hide your face into her desk.

“look at me baby, i want to see that pretty face of yours.”

she grabbed onto the front of your neck and lifted your head, holding it steady as you two made eye contact through the reflection in the full length mirror. she looked deviously sexy taking control of you like this. you cried out loudly when she landed three more hard slaps, alternating between cheeks. you were soaking through your panties and you needed relief immediately.

“please jessica, i need more please.”

jessica smirked and pushed her pelvis into your ass grinding into you before she laid flush against your backside. you could feel her taut nipples rubbing against your back drawing moans from both of you, hot-blooded passion ignited in both of your eyes.

her fingers snuck into your panties grazing over your throbbing clit, she gathered the wetness from your hot slick core and slid her fingers inside of you.

“so god damn perfect, bunny you’re so wet for me.”

“fuuuuuck jessie mmm, feels so fucking good.”

jessica uttered the dirtiest sweet nothings in your ear, making you look at her as she fucked her long fingers into you slowly. the lusty squelching sounds your pussy made drove jessica insane. she left gentle little kisses along your jawline as she scissored her fingers apart inside of you making you rock your hips into hers.

“you’re name would look so good next to mine, don’t you think?”

“aahh! f-fuck!”

“answer me pretty girl.”

you tried your hardest to form words but when she pulled her fingers from your dripping core and rubbed vicious circles around your clit you let out a strangled cry. your head wanted to fall forward but jessica held it up with a death grip on your jaw, slipping her index finger into your mouth. instinctively you sucked it in deeper, loving the way her hooded eyes looked into yours in the mirror.

you released her finger with a pop, grinding your ass back into her giving her a pouty face, “please let me cum, m’so close jessie.”

“not until you answer me baby… do you want your name next to mine?”

“yesssssss please fuck! ah! w-wanna have my name on the wall next to yours pleaseeeee fuck!”

you burst into tears, the pleasure she was giving you hitting the ultimate crescendo when she released your jaw and used one hand to rub your clit and the other to fuck your sore pussy. your head thudded against the desk, your legs almost giving out, as your sopping core gripped her tightly.

“that’s it bunny, that’s my good little girl… cum for me.”

her incessant movements pushed you over the edge, waves of pleasure crashed over you as you cried out and ground your backside into her hips. “fuuuuuck, i’m cumming!! i’m cumming for you baby, fuck!”

your body shook involuntarily, your pussy clenching around jessica’s long manicured fingers as you released filthy moans and groans. as your aftershocks subsided she slowed her movements, patting your clit making you jump from the overstimulation.

your pussy twitched and throbbed when she finally pulled her fingers from you, tasting your juices off of them. “mmm you taste so god damn sweet.” jessica carefully pulled you up and turned you around so you were facing her. you slumped against her, completely spent. “i’m not done with you yet, bunny.”

“do i get to taste you now?” you giggled softly and your dazed eyes met hers, you captured the older woman’s plump lips as you began to explore her body.

“let’s go back to my place… i wanna properly make you my partner.”

butch who likes being called daddy x femme with daddy issues

I’m old school I only like women

| Stars ~ Heart Nebula

Queen Ramonda x Gender Neutral Reader

Fic Type: Ficlet (wc: 800)

Summary: Stargazing nights with the Queen.

Tags: Comfort (you deserve it 💙)

“I figured I'd find you here.”

You turned your head towards the voice you heard approaching, but there wasn't much effort needed in guessing who its respective owner was.

“Sthandwa sam,” you sighed, shifting slightly to make room for the figure to sit with you. “I promise I wasn't hiding this time.”

You heard a disbelieving hum come from Ramonda's lips as she sat down next to you, the blanket you'd laid down on the grass offering her plenty of space to settle herself.

“So I reckon it was the stars that called you outside then?” Her voice remained sceptical. With it you knew that you were having an entirely different conversation.

But the words that would prompt the answers she actually wanted weren't being said, so, much like many nights like this, you'd do your best in avoiding all words relating to it.

Instead, you laid your head on her shoulder, your eyes fixed upwards, staring far beyond the both of you.

“Thought I'd try my hand at deciphering those constellations you always claim I'm pretending not to see.”

A short but warm laugh came from her. “You don't even try to connect the dots, my love. I can't help but assume you put on an act so I can show you them over and over again. All to be closer to me.”

“And if I do?” You lifted your head to look at her now, the faintest smile on your face from the implication, and a proud grin on hers from being right.

“Then I suppose I'll keep you close to teach you again.”

And I'll pretend to be listening, you thought, while we both know I'm not paying attention to anything but you.

After all, with her, that was an option. With her, you could pretend that it was just you, her, and the stars. You could let go of a day full of stressors, concluding it with just two things, only to further diminish the stars’ roles in calming you. All in favour of a night spent with her.

You felt her arms wrap around you before even having to ask. The warmth from her body melted away the chill of the night.

You yawned, resting your head back where you'd found comfort on her, “Tell me about the Heart Nebula.”

“The only thing you ever ask about.” she whispered now, a soft sound that seemed made especially to soothe you. Your eyes grew heavy as a testament to that fact.

“The only thing I ever remember.” you corrected, smiling wider at the slightly indignant nudge you received from her. “Tell me about it. Just this one last time.”

Though you both knew of the blatant lie, no further protest was offered. Instead, Ramonda held you closer, looking intently at the sky, before finding what she'd clearly been looking for.

“That,” she pointed north, “is the constellation Cassiopeia. Home to the Heart Nebula.”

You settled more comfortably into her arms, trying, and quickly failing, to see the W-shaped constellation in the sky. Ramonda watched you squint, amusement clear in her expression.

“I'm not gonna find it,” you huffed eventually. “Just pretend I did.”

“You barely tried.” She laughed, but regardless. she continued. “Anyway, the Heart Nebula is an emission nebula known for its dark dust clouds and glowing gases in a primarily deep red colour. And yet its shape is the only thing people seem to find fascination with.”

You hummed “The shape adds to the romance.”

“It's a nebula. I don't think it formed with the intention of romance-”

“Ramonda…”

“Okay, okay,“ she relented, her attention back on you. “Its heart shape, as randomly formed as it was, does in fact add to its romantic connotation. A symbol of cosmic love, they call it.”

She continued listing facts, some you'd heard before, and others she must have recently looked to find in anticipation of another night spent stargazing with you.

Strangely, you held more patience looking for the nebula. Spending minutes aimlessly searching for it wasn't quite as frustrating as being unable to see constellations. The Heart was there, regardless of how far away. Unlike the seemingly impossible-to-point-out lines connecting stars you would argue didn't connect in the ways assumed, the heart was undeniable. Something worth waiting to observe.

“I think I see it.” your voice eventually came soft and sleep-seeking.

“Mm?” Ramonda asked, and you nodded. “And how does it look to you, sthandwa? Does it radiate cosmic love?”

Your eyes had slipped closed again by now, all images of the far away object a vague memory already, but still, you nodded again.

You could see it, because you could feel it. If not from the object itself, then from the woman who described it. And as you rested for the first time in what felt like too long, that was more than enough.

new week : begin again. stay positive. set intentions. leave last weeks negativity behind. be kind to your mind and body. drink your water. don’t skip meals. meditate. move your body. make time to do things that makes you happy. be productive ✨🌸🕯️

I’m old school I only like women