#Human wrapping

[knoepfl]

A Present Worth Unwrapping

13/24

Characters:

• Stu Macher – A chaotic and playful individual with a boyish charm and an infectious energy. His manic personality is balanced with moments of genuine affection and vulnerability, making him endearingly unpredictable.

• Reader – A confident and creative partner who knows how to match Stu’s wild energy with thoughtful surprises. Playful and teasing, the Reader enjoys pushing Stu’s buttons in a way that shows their deep understanding of him.

Trigger Warnings:

• Mature Themes – The story contains suggestive elements and playful intimacy, suitable for mature audiences.

• Emotional Vulnerability – Includes moments of tenderness and affection amidst the humor, which may evoke strong emotions.

• Implied Sexual Situations – While not explicit, the story hints at intimacy between Stu and the Reader.

Masterlist

Words: 871

Stu sprawled on the couch, remote in hand, aimlessly flipping through channels while stuffing his face with popcorn. His laugh echoed occasionally, though it seemed directed more at his own thoughts than at anything on TV. He had the restless energy of someone who couldn’t wait for something—but, as usual, Stu had no idea what that something might be.

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The Macher household was unusually quiet for Christmas Eve. The multicolored lights on the tree blinked lazily, casting reflections onto the cluttered coffee table littered with empty soda cans and a few crumpled remnants of wrapping paper. The house smelled faintly of popcorn and pine, a chaotic mix that somehow suited Stu perfectly.

In the other room, you paced nervously, adjusting the last bit of ribbon. The entire plan had sounded like a great idea when it was in your head, but now, standing there practically naked, with only carefully placed ribbon covering the essentials, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of doubt. Would he laugh? Would he think it was ridiculous?

You shook your head. This was Stu. If anyone would love this wild idea, it was him. Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the living room.

“Babe, what’s taking so long?” Stu called without looking up, his voice carrying that familiar, dramatic whine. “I’m dying over here. You know I suck at waiting for surprises.”

You didn’t respond, standing in the doorway and letting him figure it out for himself. When he finally turned, his eyes drifted lazily toward you—and then widened as his jaw dropped.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. His gaze traveled over you, lingering on the ribbon tied in a playful bow just above your chest and the carefully positioned strips of fabric that barely covered your hips.

“Oh. My. God,” Stu finally choked out, his bowl of popcorn slipping from his hands and clattering to the floor. “Are you—are you serious right now? You’re my Christmas present?”

You grinned, striking a playful pose. “Merry Christmas, Stu. Like what you see?”

“Do I like—?” He cut himself off, laughing in disbelief as he shot to his feet. In one fluid motion, he was in front of you, his long arms wrapping around your waist. His hands hovered for a moment, almost as if he didn’t believe he was allowed to touch.

“Baby, you’re insane,” he said, his voice a mix of awe and delight. His hands finally settled at your hips, his fingers brushing over the ribbon. “This is… this is the best thing I’ve ever seen. You’re, like, the hottest present ever. Ever.”

You laughed, resting your hands on his shoulders. “Only if you’ve been a good boy this year.”

Stu leaned back, his signature smirk spreading across his face. “Oh, I’ve been real good. Ask anyone. Santa’s practically got me on speed dial, babe.”

“Is that so?” you teased, tilting your head. “Then I guess you’ve earned your gift.”

Stu’s grin widened, his energy ramping up as he scooped you into his arms, spinning you around like you weighed nothing. “I love Christmas,” he said, his voice giddy.

When he finally set you down, it was on the couch. He knelt in front of you, his hands running over the edges of the ribbon with a mix of reverence and mischief.

“This is amazing,” he murmured, his eyes meeting yours. “You’re amazing. Like, this is insane, even for me.”

“Takes one to know one,” you shot back, grinning.

Stu laughed, his fingers tracing the bow at your chest. “I can’t believe you did this. For me.” His tone softened slightly, the usual manic edge dulled by something almost tender. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, but you couldn’t let him get too sentimental—not when he was still Stu Macher.

“Well, I hope you like unwrapping presents,” you teased, leaning closer to whisper in his ear.

Stu’s laugh was pure delight, and he wasted no time pulling at the bow with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Oh, baby, I am so unwrapping this gift right now.”

The next few moments were filled with his infectious laughter and the playful tug of ribbon as he "unwrapped" you. His hands moved with both eagerness and care, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the chaos of the moment.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured at one point, his voice dipping into a rare, serious tone as he looked at you. His fingers brushed over your skin, his eyes filled with genuine affection. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”

“Probably nothing,” you teased, smirking. “But I figured I’d spoil you anyway.”

Stu laughed, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. The Christmas lights blinked in the background, casting a warm glow over the two of you.

“You’re the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. His lips were surprisingly soft, his kiss a mix of passion and playfulness that was so uniquely Stu. “No contest. Merry Christmas to me.”

And as the evening stretched on, Stu made sure to show you just how much he appreciated his gift, his laughter and affection making this Christmas one you’d never forget.

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[paper-lilypie]

ok but that kid Mobius couldn’t prune was Loki right. like, that was Loki right. The brothers at the dock. That was Loki and Thor right. It was Loki

Mobius couldn’t kill Loki, chose his burden, and dedicated his life to him instead.

Mobius’s story started and ended with Loki. It had to be Loki.

[pinyatapix]

how i imagine Minecraft Alex's personality to be like vs how i imagine Minecraft Steve's personality. duality of minecraft

[crescentfool]

reunion 🌸

[akanemnon]

All around me are familiar faces...

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[jasondamien93]

Spotify Wrapped but make it trans

[jangmi-latte]

how are y'all faring now that it's canon that the leech twins' real form is 4 meters (13'2 ft/400cm) long hahaha...haha...ha....fuck

yuu's height is my height so imagine if you're smaller than 5'5 feet ◉⁠‿⁠◉

photo correction it's tweel* not twel tf

[domirine]

some still life studies to derust! love for painting is coming back to me

[clownsuu]

jack could you pretty plz draw human mob wally he is so pretty,,

Wall-e with his twos hitmen😔🥄🥄

ALSO GOT MY LIL GUY PLUSH ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🥄

[miloicy]

happy (belated) sebek day

silly comic for the silly boy

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

very tempted to add to the type of "wine-dark* sea" discourse on ancient colour names and call blue AND green by the same name. gonna start innocuous and say things that could be ambiguously green/blue like "the sky was as clear as jade", and then clothesline unsuspecting readers with "the blue grass and trees". the best part of writing is the PVP.

**my hot take is that red wine served in a clay (opaque) vessel would just look black, so it's describing a dark, stormy sea. source: i drink wine out of teacups.

[s0fter-sin]

saw a tweet about mer!ghost being rescued from roba by price and placed in his rehab facility that soap lives in after a boat propeller injured his tail and now i’m obsessed with the idea that ghost thinks he's traded one hell for another and when he sees the beached shark mer with a human device strapped to his tail, it's all but confirmed for him

the pens they’re in are poorly designed; they’re huge, deep with glass walls but completely open to each other and it takes nothing to pull himself over the edge into the the other mer's cage. he swims over to the platform he’s trapped on and hushes what he thinks is panicked warnings and fearful pleading. he covers his mouth and begs him to stay quiet; ghost is bigger and as an injured mer, he has every right to fear he'd take his territory if not eat him outright but he can’t escape and leave this mer behind to endure his fate

he promises he won't hurt him, promises he'll find a way to free them both from this human prison

the mer quiets, eyes narrowing in such human confusion that it makes him ache; this mer has been here too long, to have adopted their mannerisms and abandoned any hope of freedom

ghost quickly checks their surroundings, ensuring none of their jailers heard the mer's noises. no one disturbs them and he pulls the mer off the platform into the water, diving under his tail to get a better look at the trap. the mer tries to pull away, tries to get him to stop; it must hurt something awful if even freedom isn't enough of a temptation to try removing it

ghost winds his own tail around him, immobilising the mer and uses his teeth to tear through the trap and his heart breaks to see how his poor tail has been mangled; more than half of it gone, deep scarring left in its wake

he releases the mer and jets back to the surface; he’s wasted too much time, they need to hurry before the humans return. but when he looks to coax the mer through an escape, he sees him sinking to the floor like a stone, writhing and moving his arms in an attempt to swim but nothing stops his fall

ghost ducks back down and takes the mer in his arms-

only to rear back when he claws him away, baring his fangs in a threat display even as he sinks back to the floor, unmoving

ghost circles him, confused why he won't let him help when he sees him start to suffocate. he's a shark mer; if he doesn't swim, he can't breathe

and with only half a tail, he can't swim at all

ghost tries again but the mer won’t let him close so he waits for his eyes to begin to flutter and charges in, grabbing the mer out of reach of his claws and fangs and drags him through the water; forcing precious oxygen into his gills

he swims in circles until the mer comes to, sluggishly clawing at his arms but he refuses to let go. he won't leave this mer behind, even if he has to carry him through the ocean for the rest of their lives

but they took too long

a human enters and sees ghost holding the injured mer and hits something that makes the walls screech, red flashing from the ceiling, and even more human come charging in. ghost clutches the injured mer to his chest and hisses, saliva flying from his bared fangs

he won't let them hurt him any more

he spins, trying to keep them all in his sight- when the shark mer's fin slaps him in the face. his arms slacken around him and he throws himself at one of the walls of the cage, gripping it to hold himself up

ghost stares at him, betrayed and enraged; they've broken this poor mer until he doesn't even know who his true allies are anymore

his tail thumps against the wall, instinctively trying to swim and support his weight and one of the humans drops to one knee. he throws an arm out, barking something and another human takes off running

he turns back to the injured mer, grabbing hold of his arm and ghost hisses again, rushing them both when the mer snarls at him to stop and he freezes. he watches the mer hold his arms up and the human clasps his forearms and stands, walking him along the border of his cage back to the platform he'd been beached on

but he chirps as the human tugs him up on it, curling up with the end of his tail just barely dipping in the water

like he's happy

the wailing and flashing lights abruptly stop and ghost fights the urge to shake the echoing ring from his ears. the other human returns and he doesn't fight the hiss when he sees another trap in his arms; the same one the mer had around his tail

ghost's hiss cuts off when he gets a face full of water and he splutters, looking back incredulously at the shark mer who'd just splashed him

he laughs at whatever look is on his face and rolls his eyes in another painfully human gesture. he reaches for the trap, fingers flexing like he's trying to pull it right out of the air and the human shakes his head as he hands it over

the mer lifts his tail onto the platform and ghost can't believe his eyes when he fits the trap onto himself; tightening every strap until the muscles of his tail bulge under the pressure. the mer slumps like he's relieved and shoots him a look; daring and almost playful and winks as he throws himself into the water

ghost lunges for him, waiting for him to sink again-

but he's not sinking

he's swimming

he twirls and spins around him like an overgrown dolphin, flaunting his strength and agility and the humans around them laugh and shake their heads at the display like they’re used to it and ghost realises it isn't a trap on his tail

it is his tail

the humans gave him a new tail

the mer flicks to a stop in front of him, now easily supporting his weight and gives him a full-fanged grin

"you're a little tangled up inside, huh, big boy?"

[clarissasbakery]

final ppt2 dump… sorry i recently rewatched this shiz so :333

[marlynnofmany]

Recreational Food

I admired the scenery as we walked. “I’m glad we came during the dry season. Looks like there wouldn’t be much solid ground otherwise.” This wide flat area was pretty clearly the flood plains for the river just over the hillside, with several tiny plateaus where huge trees had escaped getting washed away. Everything else was dirt.

Paint spread her arms beside me, basking in the sun like the little lizardy alien she was. “I’m just glad to be outside! It’s been so long since we had a delivery on an actual planet, not to mention one that smells nice.”

It smelled like dry river mud to me, which was nice enough, but maybe those trees were extra appealing to Heatseeker senses. There was a scent of something kind of like rosemary on the breeze, now that I thought about it.

Paint was still talking. “We’re not even in a hurry today! The drop-off went fine, so we can stroll back to the ship at our own pace. This is lovely. I could stay out here all day.”

The ground rumbled. Splashes and the bleats of distressed animals sounded from the direction of the river. The rumbling got louder.

I asked, “Are you familiar with the concept of ‘jinxing it’?”

Before Paint could answer, a stampede swept over the hill toward us. Paint screamed and bolted. I ran after her, frantically searching for a plateau that was both climbable and close.

“This one!” I yelled over the noise of what had to be hundreds of alien fauna. Vaguely buffalo-shaped things without horns. I’d study them more closely when they weren’t closing in fast. Paint barely heard me, so I towed her over to the plateau and boosted her up. She wasn’t a natural climber, but she made do, scrambling to safety with me close behind. We made it out of trampling range just in time.

I clambered up and lay flat under the spreading tree while Paint hyperventilated beside me, an ocean of brown fur rolling by underneath. The rocky ground shook and the tree showered us with leaves. But the branches didn’t fall and neither did we, and eventually the herd calmed down from whatever had startled them.

The problem was, they calmed down before they finished passing our tiny island. Thundering footsteps slowed to a mooing, moaning amble, with buffalo-things surrounding us for a good distance in all directions.

My phone rang. We both twitched. Luckily the animals were loud enough to miss it. I pulled the phone from my pocket, hands vibrating with adrenaline, and answered a call from the captain.

“Are you safe?” she asked, her voice distant over the phone. “We got a report of local fauna moving unexpectedly.”

I laughed, wide-eyed while Paint tried to get her breathing under control. “Yeah, we barely made it. I’m not sure how we’re going to get back, though. They’re all around us, and I don’t like our chances if we try to just walk through.”

“Yes, don’t get too close.” I heard claws on keys as Captain Sunlight checked the local information bank. “These creatures are known to be hostile. They also treat approaching shuttles like threats, which doesn’t bode well for an air rescue.”

I tried to breathe deeply and get my heart rate back to normal. “Threats that they should attack, or run from?”

“This says they face off with shuttles, and defend whatever territory they’re occupying at the time. Attempts to chase them away have been unsuccessful, as have attempts to lead them away.”

“Yeah, that’s the worst,” I said, glancing up at the thick branches above. “Our vertical access is garbage right now anyway. We’d have a hard time getting into a shuttle.”

Paint was looking a little more calm, though worried. “Maybe they’ll wander away on their own?”

I relayed the question in case Captain Sunlight hadn’t heard it. She said, “Maybe. Let me contact the local authorities for more information. Stay safe; I’ll call you back.”

I said goodbye and put the phone away, then just lay there listening to my heartbeat and the various grunts from below. Paint sniffed audibly, no doubt appreciating the spicy tree smell. I tried to enjoy the view. The buffalo-things had heavy paws instead of hooves, and their faces were misshapen to my Earth eyes, more mooselike than anything. The thick brown fur was normal enough, though.

I was trying to think of what breed of dog it reminded me of when a cloud covered the sun.

A dark cloud. The kind that might be full of rain.

“Oh no,” I said.

“That can’t be rain,” Paint said, scrambling up. “It’s not the rainy season!”

I got to my feet, clutching a branch. “It could be rain. A flash flood might solve one of our problems, but…”

“Oh, that would be so much worse!” Paint hugged her arms close. The air hadn’t gotten that much cooler yet, but rain could be bad for a cold-blooded Heatseeker. And that was even without considering whether we’d have to swim for it.

I looked around frantically. “There’s got to be something we can do. Maybe throw a rock and scare them into stampeding away again?”

We scoured the rocky plateau, but nothing came off bigger than a fingernail, and the only things up there aside from the tree were some sparse bits of grass/moss and stray dirt. Even the tree didn’t have any small branches that looked easily snapped off; they were all thick limbs. I could probably climb out over the herd if I really needed a stick, but that did not look worth it.

I checked my pockets. “Wait, I have food. Maybe that’ll help.” We’d left right before lunch, and I’d grabbed a few portable things in case the delivery took too long. I thought hard about what kind of food these creatures might like, and how they might react to it, as I knelt and emptied my pockets onto the ground.

It was all Earth stuff from the import sector of the last space station we’d stopped at. A packet of turkey jerky. Freeze-dried strawberries. A tube of peanut butter that had thankfully not ruptured in the scramble up here. Pop Rocks.

I picked up that last one, thinking fast.

Paint was reading the label on the peanut butter. “Oh, this is the one some of your people are allergic to. I suppose it’s too much to hope these creatures are as well?”

“I have a better idea,” I said, eyeing the lowest branch. It was sturdy. There were creatures below. And they were all wet from the river. I turned to Paint. “Throwing something might startle them enough to stampede if we hit one just right, but I’ll bet that’s not as startling as the sound of sudden hissing from the back of their neck.”

“Which of your foods does that??” Paint asked.

I held up the brightly colored package. “Recreational food. They’re basically sugar crystals with tiny pockets of compressed air inside. They pop and hiss when they dissolve.”

Paint shook her head. “I’m not even going to ask why.”

“Great.” I shoved the package into a thigh pocket that I’d be able to reach easily, then hooked an arm over the branch and climbed up.

“Be careful!”

“I will,” I said as the clouds darkened further. Lying on the branch like a particularly awkward jungle cat, I scooted over the edge of the plateau. None of the creatures seemed to notice, busy as they were in nosing the dusty ground for sprouted grass, or whatever passed for it here. Good. I wanted their heads down.

When I was over a big one, I stopped and got out the pack, oh so carefully. Dropping it now could well be the kind of mistake I’d regret for a long time. I ripped open the package with care, knees clamped around the branch, as thunder rumbled closer than I’d like.

Then I gauged the angle carefully, and poured a stream of Pop Rocks directly onto the buffalo-thing’s neck.

I heard it crackle and pop as the sugar dissolved in the wet fur. Suddenly everything was panicked bellows and the thunder of feet. I clung to the branch, hoping desperately that it wasn’t about to snap off under my weight. All I could see below me was waves of brown fur.

It felt like the stampede went on for longer this time. Maybe because I didn’t have any climbing to distract me; all I could do was hold onto the branch like the most desperate of baby monkeys, and hope it held.

It held.

Finally the rumbling footsteps receded over the hill, leaving churned-up dirt below and a very grateful Paint behind me.

“You did it! It worked! Now let’s go; I think I see rain!”

She was right. I shimmied back onto solid ground to pick up the rest of my snacks, shoving them into pockets alongside the crumpled Pop Rocks package, then I helped Paint scramble down from the plateau.

Wind had picked up, blowing rain towards us in a visible wall from the west. But something silver glinted in the sky to the north, which grew swiftly into the welcome sight of a local rescue shuttle.

We ran for it. It landed on the riverbed, door open and arms waving from inside, and we dove in just before the rain hit.

“Safe!” Paint exclaimed as the door shut and a Frillian in a uniform guided her into a chair. “That was too many close calls for one day!”

I followed the directions to take my own seat as the shuttle lifted off. A different Frillian handed me a blanket, though I didn’t need it. Nice and warm, though. I asked Paint, “Ready to go back to the indoors for a while?”

She settled a heat shawl around her shoulders and sighed with relief. “I suppose so. Much less chance of getting trampled or frozen there.”

The official next to me asked, “What caused the herd to move away? We were told they had surrounded the area.”

I grinned and dug out the crumpled package. “Recreational food!” There were still a few Pop Rocks caught in one corner, so I dumped them into my mouth to demonstrate. The expressions on the rescuers’ faces were great as the candy hissed and popped on my tongue. “I poured thith down on a big one,” I explained around it.

Paint added, “It worked great! Scared them right away.”

The officials exchanged a look, then asked to see the package. I happily handed it over and explained where I’d gotten it. Paint said our courier ship would be happy to arrange a delivery of some if they wanted.

By the time we reached our ship, the local officials were ready to talk to the captain about ordering some recreational Earth food, to use for an entirely different purpose than it was made for. But that would hardly be the first time.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[luxthestrange]

Avatar Memes#5

Tsu'tey*Unsure why you are asking him to do this...but he is your mate so he knew what he was getting into when he fell for a Sully...*

Y/n*Having the time of their life*...Now wrap your thighs around my head next-

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