can you do under the mistletoe with the side characters too please? maybe with luke as a platonic parent/son one? ty!!!
All I Want for Christmas is You
Tags: Side Characters x Reader [Diavolo x Reader, Barbatos x Reader, Solomon x Reader, Simeon x Reader, Luke x Reader (PLATONIC‼️), Raphael x Reader, Thirteen x Reader, Mephistopheles x Reader], Romantic, Platonic (Luke!), Christmas, Mistletoe, Kisses and Hugs, Winter Special, Affection, Sweet Moments, Playful Interactions.
Diavolo
You and Diavolo are standing by the grand Christmas tree in the Demon Lord’s castle, both admiring the beautiful decorations. The soft glow of the lights flickers, and a mischievous smile crosses his face as he looks up to see the mistletoe hanging just above you both.
“Ah, it looks like we’ve found ourselves in quite the festive situation,” Diavolo says, his voice warm with amusement. He steps closer, his hands gently cupping your face, his golden eyes sparkling with affection. “I can’t resist the chance to share a kiss beneath the mistletoe, not when it’s with someone as wonderful as you.”
He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, savoring the warmth of the moment. “This is the best part of the holidays, don’t you think? Sharing special moments with you.”
Barbatos
Barbatos, ever so graceful and composed, stands beside you in the lavish dining hall. The room is filled with laughter and the sound of cheerful conversations, but your eyes are drawn to the mistletoe above you both.
Barbatos smiles, the faintest glint of playfulness in his eyes. “It seems we’re at a crossroads, my dear. Mistletoe, after all, does have a magical way of bringing people closer.”
He gently takes your hand, guiding you toward him as he leans in. His lips meet yours in a delicate kiss, soft and tender, as though savoring the moment. “Merry Christmas,” he murmurs after the kiss, brushing a strand of hair from your face with the utmost care. "It would be impossible to celebrate without you by my side."
Solomon
The holiday festivities are in full swing at the Purgatory Hall, and as you wander through the halls, you find Solomon waiting under a sprig of mistletoe with a roguish grin on his face.
"Well, well, it looks like fate has decided to intervene," he teases, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I’d say it’s practically a sign that we should share a kiss, don’t you agree?”
You laugh, shaking your head at his playful attitude. Solomon steps in, closing the space between you, and plants a soft, teasing kiss on your lips. “Consider that a Christmas gift, my dear apprentice. Who knew your teacher could still surprise you?”
Simeon
Simeon watches you with a fond smile as the two of you walk together through the peaceful garden, where Christmas lights twinkle like stars. His expression softens as he notices the mistletoe above you both.
With a gentle chuckle, Simeon holds your gaze. “I suppose we have no choice, do we?”
He steps closer, cupping your cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing across your skin in the most tender of gestures. He presses a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips, his heart warm with love. “Merry Christmas, My Dove. I hope this season brings you all the joy you deserve.”
Luke
You catch sight of Luke, the little angel, near the mistletoe hanging in the hallway, looking up at it curiously. When his eyes meet yours, his face lights up with an innocent smile.
“Hey, MC! There’s mistletoe above us!” he exclaims excitedly. "That means I have to do something, right?"
You chuckle, squatting down to his level, and he hugs you tightly. “I may not be old (physically and mentally) enough to kiss anyone yet, but I can definitely give you a big hug!”
Luke wraps his small arms around you in a warm, sincere hug. “Merry Christmas, MC! You’re like family to me.”
You smile, giving him a gentle pat on the back. “You’re like family to me too, Luke. Merry Christmas.”
Raphael
Raphael is walking through the halls of the Purgatory Hall, lost in thought, when he notices the mistletoe hanging above you both. His brow furrows slightly, but there’s a softness in his gaze as he looks at you.
“Well, this is a bit unexpected, but I won’t complain.” he says with a rare, shy smile.
You can feel the warmth of his touch as he gently takes your hand, guiding you closer. His lips brush yours in a gentle, tender kiss, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he savors the closeness. “Merry Christmas, MC. You’ve made this season truly special for me.”
Thirteen
Thirteen’s chaotic energy fills the room, and you can hardly keep up with her constant bouncing around. As you walk under the mistletoe, she suddenly stops, eyes gleaming mischievously.
“Well, well, well, looks like the mistletoe has spoken, huh?” she grins widely, all teeth and sparkle. “I guess we should make it official then, shouldn’t we?”
Before you can react, she grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss, her energy infusing the moment with a playful spark. When she pulls away, she winks. “Merry Christmas, MC! You’re the best!”
Mephistopheles
Mephistopheles stands by the fireplace, a glass of wine in hand as he watches you approach. His lips curl into a sly grin when he sees the mistletoe.
“Well, this is quite the festive sight, isn’t it?” he says, his voice smooth like velvet.
You raise an eyebrow, but before you can respond, he’s already closing the distance, his fingers grazing your arm as he leans in. His kiss is slow and deliberate, full of a smoldering intensity that leaves you breathless for a moment. When he pulls away, his grin only deepens.
“Merry Christmas, MC. I’ll be sure to make this a holiday you won’t forget.”
Since we have Globby being carried bridal style, I thought it’d be funny to do a little role reversal, especially since Globby is certainly strong enough to carry Felony Carl and there’s always the chance he likes to be held too. ;) ^_^<3<3<3
What about Aventurine, but his skin tastes like honey. I hc it atp
Kisses Like Honey
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Headcanons, Romantic Moments, Sweet Affection, Established Relationship, Playful Teasing,Soft Romance, Gentle Moments, Fluff, Aventurine tastes like honey, lots of kisses.
A/N: ☹️🍯💛this is so cute, I hope you love it.
The first time you noticed the distinct sweetness of Aventurine’s skin was during a lazy, quiet morning together. As you trailed soft kisses along his jawline, there was a subtle, sweet taste that lingered. You couldn’t resist remarking on it, laughing as you told him he tasted like honey. Aventurine only grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he teased you, “Guess you’ve found my secret, darling.”
Aventurine often uses this honeyed charm to his advantage. Leaning in close, he’ll invite you with a playful murmur, “Care for a taste?” His sly grin and that mysterious glint in his eyes make it impossible to say no. Whenever you’re in public, he’ll steal quick, feather-light touches, leaving the faintest taste of sweetness on your lips, knowing it will leave you longing for more.
On days when Aventurine has been working too hard or feels a rare hint of exhaustion, you’ll brush your lips over his forehead, savoring that faint honey taste. It’s comforting in its warmth and sweetness, almost healing. He relaxes under your gentle touch, smiling as he melts into you. Somehow, he always tastes just as sweet, no matter how tired he is. This tenderness is a reminder of how deeply you care for each other, creating a calming ritual that strengthens your bond.
Mornings together often begin with Aventurine wrapping his arms around you, leaving you soft, lingering kisses along your neck and cheeks. “Breakfast in bed,” he’d purr, teasing you with his honeyed lips. Sometimes, he even jokes about giving you your daily dose of “sugar.” These moments, filled with sweetness and affection, set a warm and peaceful tone for your day.
There’s a vulnerable side to Aventurine that only you see. He wonders sometimes if his honey-sweet taste is a remnant of his troubled past, something he hasn’t shared with many people. You reassure him, reminding him that his unique sweetness feels like a part of his soul—gentle, loving, and warm, as if he were meant to be a soothing presence in your life.
Aventurine’s honey scent lingers softly on his clothes and on the pillow he sleeps on, filling your shared space with a sweet, comforting warmth. When he’s away on business, you often find yourself curling up with one of his shirts, breathing in his scent to feel a bit closer to him. He teases you about it later, a smirk on his lips, but deep down, he loves that his presence lingers with you even in his absence.
Sometimes, Aventurine playfully encourages you to “taste” him, leaning in with that wicked grin as he teases, “Go ahead, love. I know I’m irresistible.” He adores how flustered you get as you press light kisses against his neck, catching that warm, honeyed flavor as you indulge him. His laughter is rich and warm, blending with his honeyed essence and filling the room with lighthearted joy.
During tougher times, Aventurine’s sweet essence becomes a source of comfort. His hugs feel like an embrace of warmth and honey, soothing away worries with each touch. He’ll hold you close, letting you rest your head against his shoulder, whispering soft reassurances. Aventurine’s honey-like sweetness becomes a symbol of strength, reminding you that you’ll get through anything as long as you’re together.
As time passes, you come to cherish Aventurine’s unique sweetness even more. That honey-like taste feels like his essence—warm, loving, a rare gem he reserves just for you. It’s your secret alone, a reminder of the bond you share, and every taste is a promise of a love that’s steady, sweet, and enduring.
