#art is a tease and a lil manipulative oops

[slushfaerie]

you and art were invited to his grandma's friend's holiday party. you really don’t want to go.

art donaldson x introverted!fem reader (or fem reader that would just rather stay home and have her way with loverboy art and vice versa..bc like...) incredibly self-indulgent and hastily written. inspired by my desire to stay home and also my desire for art donaldson. nsfw elements! way steamier than what i've written before. happy holidays and/or happy wednesday <33

it was almost time to leave and you'd put off getting ready for as long as you possibly could.

art looks up from his spot lounging on the couch with bated breath as you emerge from the bathroom, steam billowing through your hotel room.

his mouth all but hangs open as he sees you, cheek resting against his hand as he takes you in, probably wrinkling his pressed collared shirt he��s chosen to wear, sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

there you stood like some sort of angel - wrapped in a silky white robe, still-damp locks of hair framing your face. he would stare at you forever if he could. 

art’s attuned to you as you let out a soft sigh, your gaze a million miles away. holiday gatherings - gatherings in general - weren’t your most favorite thing. but you’d at least have art to buoy you through the evening, trying to make you laugh with aptly timed snide comments whispered in your ear at the expense of other partygoers. he'd reach his hand beneath the dinner table, thumb caressing your thigh acting as a life preserver. anything for you. 

art was agreeable, malleable in social situations, but he could think of a thousand other places he’d rather be - almost all of them having to do with you wrapped around him in some way. 

as you reach for your moisturizer on the dresser, art’s hand covers yours before intertwining your fingers. you melt against him as he slots his body behind yours, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. he has to hold back a moan as he inhales the scent of your shampoo, of you. 

art undoes the tie of your robe, peeling it off and putting you on display to him, only in your cute bra and panties. you watch as he grabs the tub of moisturizer himself and unscrews the lid with diligent fingers, warming some between his hands. 

the way art massages your shoulders, it's as if he hopes to melt away your nerves and tension, leaving kisses in their wake. he hums approvingly as he feels you exhale.

you turn around to face him, your robe a silky pool at your feet, a look of momentary bliss on your face from his ministrations. he turns his head to press a gentle kiss to your palm as you cup his cheek with your hand.

art lets out a gasp as you lace your fingers in his hair, pulling his lips to yours. he kisses you back in earnest, licking into your mouth as his warm hands wander down to palm your ass, massaging with as much devotion as he'd given the rest of you, pulling you against him. he'd drown in you if you'd let him.

art lays you down on the bed as he continues to massage the moisturizer into your arms, pressing kisses and giving attention to each hand, each individual finger. looking down to meet his gaze, you see his pupils dwarfing the depths of his blue eyes with that little kiss of brown.

you can't hold back your moans as art leaves lingering kisses on the tops of your breasts - he's all lips and tongue and gentle nips, teasing the hardening buds of your nipples through your bra, trailing his way down your stomach. 

art’s lashes flutter shut as he licks the sensitive skin around your navel, tracing teasing shapes with his tongue right above the cute little bow at the top of your panties. god, you tasted so sweet.

art gives you a crooked grin as you squirm, cheeks flushing, breath now coming out in sweet, shallow pants.

"y'know, you're making me wanna keep you here all to myself."

you mumble with weak protest something about being worried about being late, about making a good impression on his grandmother. art chuckles and rolls his eyes with resignation.

"okay, if you say so." he crawls up your body, giving your cheek a tender caress with his thumb as he leans in closer.

"just wait until i get you back here," the words of encouragement more for himself than you at this point as art pulls himself away and goes to retrieve his sweater from the hotel dresser.

a little motivation to get you both through the night never hurt anyone.

[gakucchis]

even more mephisto how bout that :) & headcanons pt.2

i just feel like writing down some more headcanons because i wanna write small one shots about him and i need to write my ideas about him down 🥺🥺

by the way my instagram is @ gakuwucchis if anyone wants to follow me 🥺

please refer to my masterlist (pinned post) for the other headcanons!

after endless pleading and apologizing for manipulating votes, lucifer allowed mephisto to be club president again

which only makes him get more hate because everyone knows he won't learn from it

would even proudly brag about it, quiet around lucifer though

he's noisy, arrogant, but everybody suspects that he could leak something about them

he's president for a reason after all – him knowing everything makes the stories even more interesting

even though he's the leader of the club and gathers most of the information, he'd be terrible at actually putting them together in a text

prefers stem subjects over humanities – actually, he loves human chemistry class

dislikes literature and writing long texts, but in chem class you'll always be doing something while only having to write down a little bit

besides his fashion style and his provocative speech, he's rather uncreative

lil... lil dumb energy but sometimes BIG brain energy 😳

believes he's more popular than he actually is, acts that way as well

would probably be a bit younger than levi but older than asmo

shares traits with mammon (which both hate), but gets less flustered; his strategy is just to make his opponent more flustered than he is

tries to be on good terms with satan, but one being a literature lover and the other being a hater, it clashes sometimes (it gets even more intense if mephisto would flirt with mc)

lives in devildom's downtown in a two-room apartment, the landlady owns a black cat who really likes mephisto's room and he would appreciate the company

his bedroom window would face the game's background of devildom's shopping district

stays up until the am usually, doesn't mean he isn't tired the next day

doesn't have a lot of close friends (honestly tho i have two demon ocs who would be his best friends but idk if ill show them)

he'd find mc interesting, because they would be the only exchange student who would refuse an interview (luke wasn't even asked by mephisto, poor baby)

he'd link it to the brothers warning you about him and you obeying them, curious about what they said about him

would try to convince mc while also getting closer to them, trying to persuade them with some secrets of the brothers

even if he's the type of character to say "only if you properly ask me for help!" to someone in danger who needs help, he'd protect mc if the brothers aren't around

"i can't get my star guest get killed now, can i?"

loveees getting drunk, even by himself if he's in his room, bad influence on mc, but they're a good influence on him

obvious if he'd be falling for mc, teasing them with stuff like "how about you give me kiss?"

but if they were to lean in, he'd be blushing by their response, but secretly hoping that they mean it

everybody would know about his crush, he just can't keep secrets about him to himself, yet he can keep others' easily

i might some mephisto in a relationship with mc sfw/nsfw headcanons later but i also want to start the one shot oop lemme just post this now before i stare at my art any longer and hate myself even more