Summary: Their signature place to kiss you, and how they would react to you kissing them in that exact same spot.
Genre: Romantic fluff
Character(s): Ethoslab, Xisumavoid, Mumbojumbo
Author's Note: So anyways I started writing—
Ethoslab [Wrist]
Etho's kisses are actually common in private and out.
So it's hard to call them a surprise.
But sometimes, some of his actions just caught you off guard.
You could be just walking, or just sitting somewhere together, alone simply basking in each other's presence.
That is until he grabbed your hand, and pulled it up close to his lips.
He didn't take his mask off: no. He kissed your hand through it.
While the colour of the fabric is dark, perfectly hiding his face away from the world, it's actually thinner than what you had expected.
You can feel his warm breath through it and he pressed his lips to the bottom of your palm, before slowly sinking to your wrist.
It's warm. You're not sure if it's because of his breath, or because of the fact that you're just absolutely flustered by his action.
With how his lips are pressed firmly, yet gently right on your pulse, you're made aware of how his actions affect your heart.
Pulling away, he look back up to you, you can feel his grin behind the mask:
"You seem a little flustered there sweetie. What'd I do? Hm? Care to explain?"
Kiss his wrist back. Just pull up the edge of his gloves enough, and kiss where his pulse is.
You can feel it quickened underneath your lips, but you know Etho.
He would just take your action as a challenge.
Now you're in a competition against your boyfriend, good luck, he's hard to defeat when it comes to flustering the hell out of you.
Xisumavoid [Neck]
This might be out of the blue, but if anything, Xisuma is a tease from the bottom of his boots to the top of his head.
So it's no wonder that his favourite place to surprise you with a kiss is your neck.
Just like Etho, his mask doesn't stop him from showing you his appreciation through kisses.
When no one's around, he likes to pull you in his embrace and just buries his face to the crook of your neck.
It calms him down, whenever he feels you so close in his arms.
But when the feelings of sentimentalism are over; he'd start pecking.
Firm kisses, butterfly kisses, hell he would even blow a raspberry on your neck just to hear your protest and struggle as he keeps you close.
Even with his mask on, you can feel that he's enjoying it.
And well, you can't blame him. You enjoy this type of affection from him, too.
"You're not gonna get away from me. Did you really think you could escape? I mean you probably could but you wouldn't. Would you?"
Doesn't mind if you kiss his neck back, if you can reach it that is.
Would actually love it if you do, though. It most likely will happen when you too cuddle.
He likes holding the back of your head and keeping you there: it gives him a sense of protection where he can both protect you, but also be protected by you.
Though if you want a more intimate scenario on his kisses, naturally, it's not rare for his pecks to turn into more intimate and desperate kisses.
The rest, really is up to you on where you want to take his kisses to. :)
Mumbojumbo [Palm]
One would think that Mumbo's main form of kisses are to kiss the back of your hand, or your knuckle.
-which are correct. But you would be surprised at how much he enjoys kissing your palm over the back of your hand.
Usually it would start with a greeting. Him taking your hand in his and pulling it up to kiss knuckles on your hand.
Then he would hold it there: breathed in your presence, before holding your hand in his and pressing your palm over his lips.
He likes burying his face in your hand, that's it.
He just likes to appreciate the tenderness and intimacy of giving appreciation to your hand.
It has finished many tasks and built many things, as well as going through many challenges. It should be right to appreciate and treat it as it deserves.
Bonus points if you greet him by cradling his face in your hands first!!
He'd just hold either of your hands and turn his face to kiss them each.
He's so soft, please kiss him back.
"Hello to you too, love. How was your day?"
Will actually die if you kiss his palm in retaliation.
A reader that is really scary and tough looking and that came from the DSMP, they don't care about relationships and haven't really been in one or had the time (they could be like...Doc's really good and longtime friend as well).
They join hermitcraft to run away from the DSMP and as Doc is showing them around, they meet and lock eyes with Mumbo and its basically a "love at first sight" moment. Mumbo is all nervous, both because the reader is scary and "omg they are so pretty 👉👈", but that makes the reader fall in love even more because "oh my god he's suck a dumbass dork"
After that meeting Doc starts teasing the reader and the reader starts acting like they don't know what he's talking about, basically acting like a tsundere LMAOOO
Fresh Start; C. Mumbo x Reader
Hi Anon! I decided to be sort of vague with Reader’s background for this request because I actually don't really consume DSMP media! (Except for @secretsandwriting amazing smau you can find here) That being said, I still love this dynamic, so I hope you enjoy regardless!
Also! The beginning of this is a lil bit sadder than I initially intended! Be cautious dear readers <3
*Warning! This fic contains mentions of anxiety and traumatic past! Don’t read if this could upset you!
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Y/n lifted a hand to their forehead, blocking the rays of sun that threatened to blind them. They squinted when their limb was only partially successful, finally giving up entirely and just looking away from the sky. Straight ahead was a treeline made up of dark oak. Y/n spun around, taking in a full 360 degrees of the Hermitcraft server.
Buildings were situated along a vast, dwindling river. Fields of wheat grew along the sides of a structure labeled “GigaPies.” There were giant trees - some with green canopies and one with pink - shading the walkways. A tall tower of diorite stood above all else. Each inch of the spawn area was beautifully decorated with an array of build styles and genres.
Y/n wrinkled their nose, unused to seeing such harmony in a home. Their previous server had not been so peaceful. They turned away from the busy looking town, eyes settling instead on the portal from which they’d come.
It was a temporary structure. One that would only exist for a few moments longer. Its purpose was to bring them from the vacuum between servers to Hermitcraft, and it had done its job. Still - Y/n wasn’t sure if they were satisfied with it.
Y/n looked into its pixels contemplatively. They could just walk back through and none would be the wiser. Return to the space between servers, find somewhere more…solitary to exist while they built up the courage to be around people again. Surely Doc would forgive them if they explained it to him. They could picture the message they’d send him, cold and alone.
“Sorry bud, my crippling anxiety got the best of me and I chickened out. Maybe next time!”
Before they could step back through the passageway, it disappeared. Y/n watched as the portal closed, disappearing into nonexistence - their only escape: vanished.
They sighed to themselves quietly, shoving their hands into their pockets and turning back toward the lively-looking village. It seemed they had no choice then.
They began walking toward civilization with heavy feet, on the lookout of the structure Doc had told them to meet him at.
‘The giant birch tree! You can’t miss it! I’ll be waiting at the base of it!’
He’d been right of course. There was no missing the gargantuan pale tree, which Y/n had later been informed was named ‘the Tree of Whimsy.’ They hiked toward it at a steady pace, keeping an eye out for any stray mobs or threats.
As they got closer, Y/n was soon able to make out a tall, green figure standing underneath. His back was to them, a white lab coat covering fur they knew all too well. Resisting the urge to sneak up and scare the only friend they had in this new server, Y/n called out to him.
“Doc!”
He spun around in an instant, toothy grin hung over his lips and arms spread wide for a hug. Y/n’s heart dropped at the idea, having not experienced positive physical contact in a long time. They slowed their pace, readying themself for the first hug they’d had in ages.
“Y/n, my friend!” I’m glad you made it!” Doc took the rest of the steps for them, wrapping his fuzzy arms around them without a second thought. He lifted them up, Y/n gasping when their feet came off the ground. Doc paid their exclamation no mind as he squeezed them, settling his chin on top of their head and sighing in content.
Y/n stood incredibly still, heart hammering and body warming up to the embrace. It had been so long…
“I was worried you’d turn around and I’d have to come get you!” Doc admitted, voice rumbling with laughter. Y/n coughed a laugh back at him, choosing not to reveal what they’d been considering moments prior. After a minute, the creeper-hybrid let them go, setting Y/n back onto the ground with a thump. They caught their balance quickly, feeling terribly cold without the touch of their friend.
“Right. Well, I’m here now,” Y/n stated, mustering up a smile the best they could. Doc, who’d always been able to see right through them, quirked an eyebrow, but didnt say anything about it. The both of them had long conversations over inter-server communicators. He was no stranger to the impact that Y/n’s previous server had on them, it was why he was so insistent they move onto Hermitcraft with him.
“That you are!” He replied instead, deciding that they needed his positivity today, especially if they were going to ever feel comfortable here.
“So? How about a tour?” Doc suggested, clearing his throat and holding an arm out to Y/n. They deadpanned at their tall friend, but accepted his offer anyway, interlocking their elbow with his.
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“...and this is False’s eagle! It flew her here, but now it just sort of sits on that tree stump!” Doc was explaining, gesturing wildly around to each of the structures at spawn. Y/n looked up at the creature in awe, impressed by just the sheer size of the thing. Hermits sure didn't mess around when it came to scaling their projects, they noted.
They looked back to the river they'd been walking along, catching sight of three people down by the banks. Each was a varying height, though all seemed to be bent over in some shape or form, harmonious laughter floating from their trio all the way up to Y/n and Doc.
The tallest wore a hard hat and orange suspenders. He was sitting on the grass, head tipped back as he chortled. The shortest had large, colorful wings, which were spread into the space behind him while he held his stomach and wheezed. But it was the third man who truly captured their attention.
Y/n couldn’t recall the last time they’d seen such pure and unbridled sunshine in the shape of a man.
He was doubled over, clutching his stomach with dirty hands, smearing redstone dust all over his nice, white shirt. His hair was unkempt, falling over his eyes as he wheezed. But most interesting to Y/ was his face. Cheekbones protruding as a side effect of his smile, the highpoints dusted red with blush, as was the tip of his large nose. The mustache that sat underneath was dark and ruffled, shadowing a large grin and pink lips.
They stared at him with large eyes and a heavily beating heart, finding themself frozen when his dark eyes opened back up and stared straight back at them. He was still beaming, though he was mostly still now. The blush he’d acquired from his fit of laughter was quickly expanding, reaching the tops of his ears turning the pale man into a tomato.
“Y/n/? Y/n.”
They shook their head as a clawed, green hand waved in front of their face. Y/n blinked and broke eye contact with the mustached stranger, looking instead at Doc.
“I’m here,” they replied absentmindedly, though judging by the smirk painted on Doc’s face, they weren’t fooling anyone.
“Mhm. What do you think of Mumbo?” his tone was teasing, and Y/n quickly understood that they would never be hearing the end of this.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” they rolled their eyes and groaned, spinning away from their friend. Chancing a glance back at the mustached stranger - Mumbo - as they'd just come to learn, they noticed he’d yet to look away from them. His lips were slightly parted now, an expression of pure enrapturement painted across his beautiful face. They buzzed with excitement, finding themself looking to Doc again, if only to escape the pressure of eye contact with the beautiful stranger.
“You’re basically drooling” Doc teased like a teenager, humming his observation and pointing at Mumbo unabashedly.
Y/n’s eyes went wide at his gesture. They quickly grabbed at his arm, pulling it down so as to not draw attention to the man they’d quickly become infatuated with. It was no use of course - Mumbo hadn't looked away since they’d first met eyes. They could feel themself deflating with embarrassment.
“We should go say hello.” Doc decided, interlocking their arms again and practically skipping toward the people gathered at the water's edge.
Y/n heart felt like it was about to fall out of them. They were within the vicinity of the strangers in an instant, and Doc took no time at all to introduce them to the group.
“Hermits! This is Y/n, my friend and our new neighbor!” He exclaimed, pushing Y/n in front of him in that friendly way that only Doc could. Y/n found themself face to face with Mumbo, his features even more endearing up close. They were near enough to see crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, surely a result of a lifetime of laughter with wonderful friends.
“Good to meet you Y/n!” someone greeted from their left side. Y/n looked toward the voice, seeing it was the short avian-man to speak up first. He was smiling brightly at them, though they couldn’t help but note a glint of mischief in his honey-brown eyes.
“Yes, welcome new hermit!” another voice chimed in. To the bird-hybrid’s other side was a tall man wearing a hardhat. He too, wore a mischievous grin, one that gave Y/n the impression that he was somehow conspiring with his shorter counterpart.
It was silent for a moment before the shortest man elbowed Mumbo in the side, sending him forward enough to bump into Y/n. They shot their arms up to steady him, catching the pale stranger by his shoulders. Letting go as quickly as they’d reached out, Y/n cleared their throat.
“Say hello Mumbo,” the bird hybrid instructed, reveling in the way said man seemed to turn even redder. Y/n, judging by the exasperated look on Mumbo’s face, got the sense that poking fun at him was not a new occurrence.
“Right! Sorry about that!” Mumbo began, pointedly ignoring the snickering from the friends behind him. He stood up straighter, adjusting his tie and wiping his hands on his pants. Y/n watched his every move, memorizing the way his slender fingers dusted along the fabric, infatuated with his charming awkwardness.
“It’s good to see a new face! I’m Mumbo” He finally, officially, greeted, sticking out his hand for Y/n to shake. They took it tentatively, choosing not to admit that Doc had already told them his name. He was smiling so proudly at them, satisfied with the fact that he’d pulled himself together enough to introduce himself.
“And these idiots are Grian and Scar,” He continued after a minute, remembering the snickering forms behind him. He gestured to each in turn. Y/n noticed him knock Grian with his shoulder, sending the smaller man flying into Scar with a thud. He didn't seem to take it too seriously, however. Smiling some sort of knowing-smirk at Mumbo.
“Should we finish the rest of our tour?” Doc asked after a moment, poking Y/n in the ribs. They jumped in surprise, spinning around to look at Doc with an embarrassed glare. He wasn’t at all bothered by their expression - Y/n would wager a bet that he had been expecting it, in fact.
“I’ll see you around,” Mumbo spoke up as Y/n began to walk away. They looked back over their shoulder to see him waving at them, cheeks wonderfully pink and his face soft. They waved back quickly, turning back to follow Doc back over to where they were, intent on finishing the tour without another embarrassing encounter.
“So…” The creeper hybrid spoke up when they were out of earshot of the trio. Y/n watched him silently, waiting for Doc to spit out whatever he was thinking.
“The mustache..you’re into that?”
He boomed a laugh when they smacked his arm, the sound of the whack reverberating through all of their surroundings. Y/n wondered briefly if the noise had made it back to the mustached-man in question. They hoped not.
