Mikathemonster - Mika’s Basement

absolutely adore these song picks, a classic as well as something I've never heard!

🪷 Betty - cym, kmk, this or that, would you rather, etc…

Cym as songs they represent

I'm not sure I'm doing this right, lol, but hopefully, you still enjoy it!

You as Its Nice To Have A Friend by Taylor Swift or la di da by Avery Anna

@magic-is-beauty as mirrorball by Taylor Swift or Two Slow Dancers by Mitski

@mikathemonster as Suddenly I See by KT Tunstall or d e a d by Madelline (I wish I could explain these, but I can't)

@velvetcloxds as betty by Taylor Swift (you just give off a soft folklore vibe!!) Or To Noise Making (Sing) by Hozier

@teddy-the-teddybear as King of Anything by Sara Bareilles or Older by Ben Platt

always just beyond my reach

*SPOILERS FOR THE TOTK DRAGON QUEST*

I drew this as an excuse to draw Zelda in her new dress and then that never happened. ALSO THANK YOU @katydoodles FOR DOING THE BACKGROUNDS <3

dry humping, f! reader

the view unfolding before your eyes deserves to be recorded — the strongest sorcerer crumbling under your touch as you rock your hips relentlessly on his lap. despite being able to flip you easily and put you in your place, satoru doesn’t.

you watch his face, caressing it softly as the pink hue splatters on his cheeks and spreads across them, and even beyond — through the steep streets of his ears. the heat causing tiny dew-like droplets of sweat to emerge from hispores, drenching the entirety of his face, some sliding down his philtrum and onto his upper lip only for you to lick with a soft kiss.

“you’re mean to me”, he huffs a needy pout, breaking the kiss but still keeping his head leaned towards yours so your lips don’t break the touch. his hands deliberately finding their way to your thighs, caressing them with his palms tenderly but with an underlying neediness seeping from the tip of his fingers that try to resist the urge to dig into your flesh and take control of your movements.

“oh”, you raise a brow and slow down your pace, “how so?”

he looks at you with a pleading blue in his eyes hiding behind a white cloud of lashes, focused on your lips, following every tiny curve of your mouth as you dive into your pleasure — from the way your mouth hangs open each time you drag your clothed slit against his bulge to the moan that crawls out and shuts it close. until the next one, and the one after that — it drives him crazy.

“you won’t—”, he grips your thighs draped over his lap, running his massive hands up to your hips and forcefully pushing your weight down to stab the erection straining through his pants into your clothed pussy. “let me feel you better”.

“hmm… not enjoying this?”, you tease, ceasing your ministrations and cupping his chin in your hand and raising his face up to yours “i’ll stop then?”

“now you’re even meaner”, he hisses at the sudden lack of friction, pursing his lips into a pout and staring at you with puppy eyes “you hate me so much?”

“no. i pretty much love you. a lot”

“is that so?”, he grins as his hands resting on your hips slowly start to grab on your flesh again.

“can you say that again — but keep moving, please?”