Hello! I'm Karume, a local writing nerd who loves imagining being manhandled then snuggled by beings at least twice my size. I am very slow at writing things since this is the 7th side blog focused on writing and large projects but I try to get things done quickly.
Of course, requests are open and I love chatting about monsters (and a little about aliens) in general. Most of what I can do is small-ish texts/imagines and the occasional long post/novelization. And of course various artwork (mostly banners and OCs).
Current Projects (Master Lists):
Little Plaything // Weight Limit // Text Posts // Built from Scratch // A Minotaur for Christmas // Brood Mother // Mate Hunting // Good Neighbors // October Fic Mix
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Ao3- I keep a lot of stuff here. Original, prompt based work, x reader fanfics, OC x canon fanfics, things of that nature.
Kofi- It exists if you'd like to donate a little or have a priority paid request. I don't feel comfy making a Patreon given my inconsistent writing schedule.
Throne- This exists too. Basically a little wish list site. Most of my listed items are for expanding my hobby set and abilities.
Character Hub- I keep all my OCs (fandom and otherwise) here. So great for the extra details and artwork I come up with for the characters I make.
Someone please explain why I keep getting new ideas that I can't commit to? T-T Been trying to focus on literally any of my current WIPs and a new idea broken my door down.
Actually new series so if you guys are cool with it- a chubby/muscular fem signing up for impromptu pornos (unscripted pornos) in a variety of situations ;) ...as soon as I finish one of the other things... of course.
it's ok to keep secrets, everybody has some skeletons in the closet. Wraiths in the attic. Ghosts in the bedroom. Mummy in the kitchen. Enchanted armor on the stairs. Slimes in the basement. Maybe a giant spider in the backyard. Beholder or two in the garage. Vampires are also in the closet
it's ok to keep secrets, everybody has some skeletons in the closet. Wraiths in the attic. Ghosts in the bedroom. Mummy in the kitchen. Enchanted armor on the stairs. Slimes in the basement. Maybe a giant spider in the backyard. Beholder or two in the garage. Vampires are also in the closet
Don't you guys think it's interesting that so many people needs a reminder that there's a person behind the screen to interact and appreciate more? I think it is. Like no shade or anything if you guys don't interact (I'd like if you did it but also won't blame anyone for not doing it), but it's very interesting sociologically. My academic self finds it fascinating.
So, interestingly there have been varipus social experiments around the nature of humans and how we interact with one another and the idea that we need to be given permission to be silly or to rest.
Some of these are dance circles- areas taped off and watched by a motion sensor hooked up to a speaker to break the hustle and bustle of average foot traffic in high foot traffic areas like Central Square NY- that encourage people to be a little silly in public without fear of shame because participation is in and of itself a societal "rule". Your shit posting falls in that category.
However on the other end of the spectrum you have people standing still as statues allowing others to do whatever they want to them (the person standing still ofc). That particular study is how most fic (and fanfic) blogs operate. Over time the person standing still becomes an object to those passing by and when given the freedom to do whatever- there have been several injuries and mishaps from hair cutting to cigarette burns and knife wounds. Once those experiments concluded however, the people who were fine with the things they and others were doing - which essentially boiled down to harassment on the tame end and mutilation on the extremes- suddenly found themselves very uncomfortable with the idea of doing this to another human being. Only made clear by the person standing still finally able to move.
It is a tricky balance for any writer in an online space as some platforms (youtube) give more capacity to integrate one's personhood vs others (tumblr) where the writer/artist has to be exceptionally picky about how much of their life they put online. Though videos have their own drawbacks ofc, no one is exempt from curiating their virtual fingerprint, it still has a more personal feel to hear someone's voice or watch them playing games (whether behind an avatar or not) vs reading words on a screen where one's internal voice overrides the creator's.
Thought I'd share some snippets of what I do have written- as the ever grinding churn of adulting tries desperately to keep from creating things that bring me and others joy- as a sort of kick in the pants to maybe be able to focus later. (Gotta love AuHD giving me a butterfly garden of ideas and mental erectile dysfunction when I try to actually focus.../lh/jk/but lwky true tho...) But just imagine that I'm offering you a little charcuterie board of samples ;)
These are in no particular order except the WIP titles at the bottom cause I don't have a neat lil screenshot of something substantial to share yet. I might do this again in a month- assuming I have posted something and or have new WIPs to share ofc.
Mate Hunting Part 1 (Deep in the Woods)
Brood Mother Part 2 (First Day as Queen)
Built from Scratch Part 2 (Royal Tea Party)
Good Neightbors Part 2 (Fix It Crew)
A Minotaur for Christmas Part 2 (Family Dramas)
And the WIP titles:
Proper Sacrifice (Diety x fem Reader)
Viral (Gargoyle x fem Reader)
Weight Limit Part 5 (Clean Solution/Fuzzy Beast x fem Reader)
Weight Limit Part 6 (Storage/Werewolf x fem Reader)
Weight Limit Part 7 (Skirting Ceiling/Minotaur x fem Reader)
Weight Limit Part 8 (Lifting Moves/Troll x fem Reader)
Weight Limit Part 9 (Recovery Ward/Slime x fem Reader)
Weight Limit Part 10 (Harsh Treatment/Vampire x fem Reader)
Little Plaything Part 5 (Demon, Weretiger, Werewolf, & Oni x fem Reader/ Extra Spicy)
Little Plaything Part 6 (Gargoyle x fem Reader/Sweet & Spicy)
Little Plaything Part 7 (Dragon x fem Reader/Sweet)
Little Plaything Part 8 (Yuan-Ti x fem Reader/Sweet)
Little Plaything Part 9 (Demon x fem Reader/Playful)
Little Plaything Part 10 (Dragon & Ghost x fem Reader/Spicy)
Little Plaything Part 11 (Elf, Vampire, Drider, & Troll x fem Reader/Sweet)
Little Plaything Part 12 (Tentacle Monster x fem Reader/Sweet & Spicy)
Little Plaything Part 13 (Dragon & Ghost x fem Reader/Extra Spicy)
Little Plaything Part 14 (Lamia x fem Reader/Spicy)
Little Plaything Part 15 (Gnoll x fem Reader/Spicy)
Little Plaything Part 16 (Demon x fem Reader/Extra Spicy)
Little Plaything Part 17 (Naga x fem Reader/Sweet, Spicy, & Funny)
Empathy of a Lie Part 2 (Vampire x fem Reader)
Aged Like Fine Wine Part 2 (Minotaur x fem Reader)
A Minotaur for Christmas Part 3 (Presents All Around)
A Minotaur for Christmas Part 4 (Bonus)
Mate Hunting Part 2 (House Trained Menace)
October Fic Mix #3-31 (I will not elaborate on these, sorry)
Me: I really should get to writing (at least the next part of) A Minotaur for Christmas so I can post it before Christmas is over this year...
Also Me(but in a dark hoodie): but really tho... have you considered solidifying the plot of Potions, Prescriptions, and Probably Romance? Or the world-building of A Tapestry of Hearts? You should do that too, or maybe only that. >:)
Had a weird dream that I thought y'all would like.
So I was watching a pair of aquatic monsters (fishman-esque) where one was trying to be scary and treating humans as the enemy/prey. The other was rolling his eyes and attempting to explain that humans aren't a threat (or that tasty).
When they spotted me, the aggressive one was doing his absolute best to scare/intimidate me- and it wasn't working at all. I played dumb.
Smiled wide, pulling the corners of my mouth when he bared his teeth at me. Cupped his cheeks and kissed the end of his nose, explaining what I just did. And when he held up his fists to attack (it was a little awkward because he was roughly chest level due to being the the water) I showed him how to play rock-paper-scissors. The non-aggressive one joined in when he learned that it was a silly human game.
That seemed to calm the aggressive one down enough that it was safe for me to enter the water and swim around. He followed me like a puppy and critiqued my ability to swim.
At some point (the dream changed to something more like an anime I'd been fixated on for the past few years) we were tasked with going to get something. Unfortunately this was where I woke up.
Day 2- Minotaur (Joel); Kink (Age play, Kidnapping, Coming untouched I failed these) [fem! Reader]
Aged Like Fine Wine
It really wasn't like you to be going home with a stranger like this. But after the past week, you couldn't help fawning over an older man. A minotaur at that. Ridiculously handsome with his dark beard and mane speckled with strands of white framing a large dusty pink-ish nose and blue-grey eyes. Not to mention the way he carried himself, especially in that button down, business casual kind of style.
You barely even knew his name yet here you were in his apartment with his thick tongue halfway down your throat. Hardly three seconds in the door and already all over each other. It was all too easy for him to lift you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he beelined for his bedroom. At least that's where you thought he was going, not like it mattered much to you.
The bed you were tossed onto was far plusher than you were expecting, yet you couldn't take your eyes off the minotaur man as he stripped off his dark green button up shirt. He was jacked, not exactly defined, but clearly very strong as each muscle rippled with the effort of freeing themselves from the delicate fabric. His stomach giving the faint outline of a six pack before he relaxed, tossing the shirt to one side.
"You're a wily little filly, aren't you?" His voice was so deliciously deep as it hit your ears, "Gonna have to help tame you some, huh?"
There was no hiding how giddy you were, especially in the face of something you'd never thought to do before, "And how exactly do you plan to do that? Since I am in your lair for the night?"
He cocked an eyebrow for a second before letting out a bemused huff, "Oh, nothin' special darlin'. Just a little work out, though I doubt you'll be able to move much afterward."
"You promise?" You leaned forward to hopefully hide how wet you were already getting, worried that you would desperate or pathetic for getting riled up over some tame dirty talk, "Gonna show me the difference in our experiences?"
The last thing you expected was to be pushed back onto the bed with one large hand, "You know it darlin'." He growled under his breath, "Gonna make sure you know exactly what you didn't before."
Shivering as you were caressed, Joel left no inch of you untouched as he stripped you of your clothes. He was still half dressed, but you couldn't tell, couldn't see as he licked your body. Biting down gently with his dangerously sharp incisors, leaving marks in ways that no one else ever had. Between the roughness of his tongue and callouses on his hands, you were so very turned on. For such a rugged guy, Joel was gentle.
Even if you were being man-handled every which way like a ragdoll.
Before you knew it, you were pushed back up against the pillows. Joel lowering himself over your naked body, gently lipping at your breasts and slipping his large tongue over your not-quite ready nipples. His hands adjusting your hips and legs, so you were once again framing his waistline, the massive bulge- still confined in his pants- pressing against your bare ass as he carefully rocked into you.
But all his attention was on your titties, licking them as if to clean them before suckling. He was almost greedy about it, your entire tit fitting cleanly in his mouth as he sucked and toyed with the hardening bud. His tongue making it bounce even in the tight space. You couldn't help but moan as he kept going, his hands wandering slightly upward as your back arched. Your pussy already leaking a little onto his pants and sheets.
It was a little embarrassing, but you couldn't help it. Joel just wasn't stopping anytime soon, and you didn't want him to either.
You pouted involuntarily as he pulled away, completely forgetting that he still had pants on. The clicking of his belt buckle corrected your half-dazed state, excitement mounting as he pulled out his dick, fully erect and leaking a little. Had you caused that?
It didn't matter, you weren't getting a verbal answer as Joel pressed the tip against your soaked and quivering folds. Huffing and hissing as he pushed in further and further, keeping an eye on you with every centimeter. Making sure you could actually take it when he bottomed out.
But you weren't thinking about that as you gripped the pillows and bedsheets on either side of you, it felt too good, he felt too good for you to form a single coherent thought at the moment. Not even able to put up any resistance as he slipped his tongue into your mouth again, muffling your soft moans as he started slow.
Rocking against your body, barely moving at all so you could get used to his girth. Trying with every fiber of his being to not hurt you while simultaneously fighting the thought of getting rough quickly, just to see how pretty you'd look drooling and maybe even bouncing on his cock. But you two had all night to explore all those possibilities. There was no need to rush, especially as you made an attempt to speed up the pace, wiggling your hips and trying to push off with your feet on his waist.
A valiant attempt, but one that wasn't going to work in the slightest. Not with you pinned under him at least. Joel pulled away slightly, a string of saliva bridging between your mouths.
"Eager little filly, aren't you?" He chuckled, "Sure you can take it darlin'?"
"Yes, yes please!" You gasped, trying again to rock your hips from under him to no avail.
The soft, bemused huff and smirk he shot you was almost too much. You knew you had a thing for older men, but this was ridiculous. The alcohol was in no way the only thing to blame for this, even if you were more than a little drunk right now. It was nothing compared to how drunk you were on Joel's tongue, the careful way he thrust into you, the feeling of his extra warm, partially fuzzy belly and hips rubbing and pushing against you.
It was all intoxicating.
Especially as he sped up, you hardly noticed at first. Fuck he was gentle- adamant in not hurting you. Until your breath hitched in your throat with every third or fourth thrust, your legs squeezing his hips for all you were worth and then some just trying to cling to the only solid thing in your vicinity. Arms stretched up over your head, clinging to his horns as his tongue teased your jiggling breasts. It was like Joel wanted to give you sensory overload, and at this rate- you kinda wanted that too. Stuck in just the right headspace to agree to most anything to stay like this.
The heavy grunts, hot breaths causing you to sweat bullets from the neck down. Joel's massive hands angling you just right, cupping your ass and gripping your thighs all at once- and yet still slipping across the soft tissue and tight muscle. His grunts almost sounding like mooing, or as if he were about to charge. You couldn't even hear yourself for how loud Joel was, how overbearing his breath rang in your ears, whooshing past your neck and between your bosom. You could feel every grunt, every moan, every call of his name escaping your throat, but it was all lost in those deep huffs and moans.
You almost didn't register as you came around him, squeezing his cock tighter as you bucked and writhed from under him. But he sure as fuck noticed, stopping to relish the sensation for a few brief seconds before slowing down. Helping off that high and repeating the process over again.
If only you had known how many rounds Joel intended to take you for, you might have taken your chances with the orc at the bar instead.
I have been a scattered mess this October. Finally got Infinite Fusion to work on my phone, Legends Z-A released, and new birds at work (meaning lots of dust, a head cold/nasal infection, and generally low energy). And now I'm a few short hours away from getting the new game (am currently at work as I type).
And yet, I can only hope you'll forgive me for my transgressions. The prompts for Day 2 were barely even looked at in my haste to write something indulgent (I have been chipping away at it for weeks now). And yet still I offer it up as I do all my writing.
Though it won't be up until 5-6 pm EST (New York timezone) today. Unless my thumbs identify as Usain Bolt over my 30 min lunch break and miraculously don't make any typos (unlikely but that's what editing is for)
On a 1-10 scale how humanoid do you like your monster?
1 = basically human with sharp teeth or pointy ears
10 = tentacle shadow creature no recognizable human features might be an SCP legend
On a 1-10 scale how humanoid do you like your monster?
1 = basically human with sharp teeth or pointy ears
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10 = tentacle shadow creature no recognizable human features might be an SCP leg
All monsters are good monsters
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Voting ended onOct 14, 2025
(Mod note: Any talk of "basically human with sharp teeth or pointy ears" not counting as a "monster" in reblogs will result in a block. We don't gatekeep monsters here.)
(Mod Note 2: I messed up last time I ran this poll and only had it go for a day. I decided this poll was worth another shot. I also added two more options.)
people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?
