#mumb.o

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Thinking so strongly of vampire mumbo right now. Specifically with him seducing and feeding from his prey.

He's not particularly good at stalking, but he's certainly good at putting on a smile and using a little vampiric charm to win over a meal. And his favourite meal in particular is Grian. They may be dating, sure, but there's nothing stopping him from interrupting Grian midway through a task, during a timelapse or stocking a shop, and smoothly pinning him to the wall while cheerfully asking how his day was going. What he's up to. If he can spare him a few minutes in his oh so busy day. And sure, Grian knows what's going on. But the knowledge itself makes it harder to resist, harder to tell Mumbo to bug off and let him work. It makes it hard to resist the charm laced into every word, and harder still to not bare his neck when Mumbo leans in. A chuckle grazes his cheek, and he should be embarrassed when Mumbo says he only planned on giving Grian a little kiss (a lie, but it serves it's purpose to fluster him well) but if he's offering himself up like this...well, it would be rude to refuse.

And when Mumbo's teeth sink into Grian's neck, warm, rich blood against his tongue, Grian's weak knees are supported with a thigh between his own. His hands clutch at Mumbo's shoulders, a hand curling around his waist, and when Mumbo bites him again it's all too easy to give in and rock his hips, chasing every shock of pleasure streaking up his spine

[the-flamingo-anon]

Kinktober 2025 day 19

It’s so easy for all things to overwhelm Mumbo. Words, sounds, bright lights, unpleasant visuals, strange textures, odd sensations-it all gets too much.

Cub recommends him to try sensory deprivation, he could easily set up a tank for Mumbo. Eliminate all noise and light, floating in a void where nothing can disturb him.

Mumbo takes him up on the offer, and a few days later he returns to Cub’s base. He had brought along some swim trunks, even walks out of the changing room wearing it, he was told to leave his clothes in the room. Cub gives one glance and tells him he has to be nude for the tank to work. Mumbo is hesitant, but trusts Cub. He strips and climbs into the tank, getting all set and started.

There’s not much to it at first. Cub said people sometimes hallucinate in these things, seeing and hearing things that aren’t there. That minds can wander and make you think of things, that your true nature can come about.

So when Mumbo starts hearing moaning sounds, he’s caught off-guard. Surely that couldn’t be right? Shouldn’t he be thinking about something more of redstone? No, he hears moaning. Moaning that sounds like Cub. But you can’t hear anything that’s outside the tank…and Cub’s voice is moaning his name, calling him a good boy, saying how well he’s doing sucking Cub’s cock. Mumbo can’t help but imagine himself as the sounds fill his head. He can feel himself getting so hard.

At the end of the session, Mumbo emerges desperately horny, cock throbbing and twitching. Cub asks what happened in there and Mumbo doesn’t have the words to answer. He just sits on the ground in front of Cub, looking up at him with big eyes, hands lightly resting on his stomach. Cub isn’t one to turn down any kind of offer, telling Mumbo to go at it.

Mumbo sucks Cub’s cock right there, hoping if he does good enough, Cub will give him relief and let him cum. And he does, thankfully, but only after Cub has finished. Mumbo doesn’t leave, though. He stays with Cub at his base.

All to Cub’s plan…

[crystal-consort]

I think about everything you post all the time. As someone insane about redscape you feed me. Scar’s so sad he can’t gag on Mumbo’s tongue fingers. All he wants is to kneel under his desk as he works on redstone and drift off 🥺 give that boy an oral fixation. Make him cockwarm Mumbo 24/7, not even for horny reasons, just because he needs Mumbo in his mouth to be able to relax

Anon we're holding hands there isn't enough redscape in the world

Scar being so desperate to get his mouth on some part of Mumbo. Anything he gets the privilege of having, he begs and thanks Mumbo like he's subservient. It gets to Mumbo's head a little. For as timid as Mumbo can be, there's something heady about knowing Scar would follow even a simple request, that he could do no wrong in his eyes

Scar goes to Mumbo so often when he's horny and out of things to do, or just when he's itching and needing some comfort. And Mumbo's always so giving and kind, listening to him ramble and so quickly land on the request, borderline beg to fill his mouth. He doesn't care with what! As long as it's Mumbo he's happy

So often it ends with him on his knees, a plush pillow under him and his jaw slack around Mumbo's dick. He doesn't even need to get off, doesn't need to grind or rock against anything. He's satisfied with the musk surrounding him, the slightly salty weight against his tongue, fingers idly playing with his hair as Mumbo works away above him. Maybe Mumbo will pull him off, fingers so easily parting his jaw to pet along his tongue. The faint fizz of redstone is dizzying, a delightful sensation to contrast the heavy, empty feeling. But Mumbo takes such good care of him, letting him sink back down on his cock with a soothing pat on the cheek and soft praise. Maybe he'll suck Mumbo off, or maybe he won't. But it's not like he has anything to think on, anything to worry about. He's content, and Mumbo's humming an off-key tune and it's so easy to shut his eyes and fully zone out

[target--practice]

More mutually parasocial thoughts I need Mumbo and Hotguy to meet up at a shitty hotel and have a shady hook up. Hotguy doesn't even take off his pants, just pulls his dick out and fists Mumbo's hair to fuck his mouth. I dont know if they'd even kiss, yk? It's just a quick and sloppy hook up, a bad decision on Hotguy's end and a desperate one on Mumbo's

I think Hotguy should cum all over Mumbo's front but I also think he should bend him over on the bed and fuck him until he's sobbing. Maybe they make time for both. Hotguy pressing bruises into Mumbo's hips with his strength, a hand grazing his neck, just holding him there. I need Mumbo to cry and hiccup and Beg to be used, but at the same time he's calling Hotguy His. His to have like this, to have his seed and get his skin under his fingernails and walk out with a limp and an audio recording and dozens of screenshots of proof. It's blackmail. It's dangerous. But Hotguy knows just as well as Mumbo that he won't be going anywhere with that evidence. Not to a single news source, a journalist, the police. Why would he? He just got a taste of Hotguy...and if he turns this in, he'll never get to taste this again

[target--practice]

Thinking about Mumbo shamelessly jerking off to some old footage of Hotguy, maybe some leaked footage from a docu-series where Hotguy was supposed to show a day in the life. It's just some clip of a patrol, but Hotguy gets involved in a fight and the camera gets discarded, some poor, upwards angle shot of Hotguy fighting and disarming a criminal. There's a moment where he steps fully into frame, the camera tilted upwards and getting a view of his crotch and thighs, only framed better as Hotguy kneels down and goes to pick it up. He's a little breathless and there's a little sweat on his face as he goes to give the camera a sheepish grin, making a comment about how the footage is unusable and to scrap it. A wink to the editors as he thanks them, and it's jostled as he double checks if the camera is still intact

There's this brief moment where Hotguy is 'off,' his persona dropped when he seems to catch a nasty scuff on the camera. The camera catches his expression, the flicker of frustration and possibly shame underneath it all, and there's a swear, and then the footage goes dark as it ends.

And Mumbo, shakily with one hand, has to adjust the clip. He loops the end of it. Over and over and over again. Hotguy's crotch. Hotguy's sweat. Hotguy's expression and swearing and the look in his eyes, half obscured by his visor

He can't help but rock into his fist, collecting his own pre to make the glide smoother. He stares at Hotguy's thighs. His lips, the way they pout and frown and fuck, what he wouldn't give to press his cock between them. See the head of it smear against Hotguy's lips. Tousle his hair further, fisted in his hand

Mumbo cums across his sheets, dangerously close to his laptop and Hotguy's looping figure. Hotguy swears again on the screen, and Mumbo's struggling to catch his breath, his own panting drowning out the audio despite him wanting to hear it over and over again

Next time he'll wear headphones. He just wanted to hear Hotguy's voice in his room

[target--practice]

Hello. Scenekid Scar Cleangirl Mumbo corruption. We’re bringing it back.

We're bringing it back!!!!! I'll be so real I forget what we had to start with so forgive me if we repeat topics but I'm absolutely still thinking about this....

consider with me: scar dressing mumbo up. it's a whole production, from scar pleadingly convincing mumbo to let her dress her up, to getting to scar's place to actually picking out an outfit. Mumbo's so much taller than her, but that doesn't stop scar from picking through her closet and putting mumbo in the perfect outfit, just maybe with a few little adjustments here and there. and the whole time, scar's feeling mumbo up and flirting with her. complimenting her figure, how cute she is, how she could totally get away with wearing less if she really wanted to. and the whole time mumbo's so flustered, but scar surely must mean it if she's saying this much when no one else is around. not that they'd hang out around other people...yet.

Scar climbing into Mumbo's lap to do her makeup and the whole time she's not even hiding how she's shifting her hips, basically pretending to ride Mumbo through the whole process. by the end of it mumbo's all dressed up, standing with scar in front of the mirror, and mumbo just cant help but grab scar and pull her in for a kiss with shaky hands. scar's smiling against her lips the whole time, gladly letting mumbo walk her backwards to the bed again, although this time with the intention of undressing her. how the tables turn

[target--practice]

I think mumbo should have a fixation on how grian's feathers feel and he accidentally riles him up all the time

They're cuddling together? Mumbo's petting his wings and suddenly grian's rubbing up against him begging to be fucked

Mumbo laying his head against grian's feathery thighs and running his fingers through them, and when he lifts his head he can see just how heated and needy he's made grian. Good thing he's already between his thighs!

There's definitely times where mumbo does it on purpise but most of the time he just wants to touch grian, he finds it soothing and he likes the contact. He just often picks a spot to pet that leaves grian weak in the knees and begging for more

[target--practice]

Ik usually grumbo has mumbo as the vampire but considering him and grian basically swapped vibes this season I'm thinking very hard on vampire grian and hypnosis...dude can get whatever he wants from Mumbo and he really doesn't even need to use hypnosis, but they're both into it so ofc they can't help themselves

Mumbo getting dragged along by his tie, eyes unfocused and desperate to stare back at Grian. He's hanging off of every word Grian says, and any eye contact sends a buzz of pleasure down his spine, only reinforcing how he should listen and behave. Not that he can think past the buzz in his head to even consider misbehaving

Grian should make Mumbo suck him off, and the whole time he gets to have Mumbo staring up at him, face ruddy, looking fucked out as he follows every command given to him