10 Works by mangopulp
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Can't You Look a Little... Sexier? by mangopulp
Fandoms: イケメンヴィラン 闇夜にひらく悪の恋 | Ikemen Villains: Yamiyo ni Hiraku Aku no Koi (Visual Novel)
27 Jan 2025
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Roger walks over to the nearest vacant sofa and sits, thick legs spread wide and gray fabric tight around his thighs, before patting his lap and smirking up at her.
He can't be fucking serious.
Typically, Nora would walk off immediately. Or, at the very least, she wouldn't hesitate as long before walking away. … Probably. It doesn't matter—Roger's right. They need to get those eyes off them.
Roger and Lenore, the Fairytale Keeper, get assigned to infiltrate an orgy for a mission. Nora fights with her own repressed desires, and Roger tempts her toward perversion while keeping his true motivations vague.
Maybe she'll give him her body someday. Or maybe she'll kill him. Maybe both. Probably both.
A rewrite/edit of the Ikemen Villains story "Roger's Devotion."
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A collection of Kinktober 2022 works centered around Obey Me: Shall We Date, all <1000 word one shots varying in kinkiness and tone.
For ease of navigation, the first chapter functions as an introduction and table of contents, complete with relevant pairings and tags for each chapter (updated as new chapters are posted).
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You squint your eyes at the tray, and as you’re about to confirm that you’re not a high enough level to understand the sorcery it takes to balance that all on one hand, you hear a groan.
Your heart skyrockets to your throat, then plummets back down to your bowels at breakneck speed. Are you going to have to call Devildom Life Alert? Do old man demons break their hips? Barbatos is old, right?
You begin to set down the tray of fruits, but before it can touch the floor, you hear something else: your name through the thin door. Deep and slow, like he’s savoring it.
Barbatos is always serving everybody else, so for his birthday, you try to return the favor by becoming his maid for a night.
Along the way, you’re challenged by antique silver fruit trays, slippery bathtubs, and your stupid sexy demon partner’s servile inclinations.
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It’s not like you don’t know the stranger parts of Mammon—his fondness for electroshocks, how he can contort himself into impossible positions as long as you have enough rope to hold him there, the way he goes weak at the knees whenever you wink and call him “good boy.”
But would this be too much like that freak hentai shit Levi’s into? Would you start asking weird questions about his ribs? He has all of them, Mammon would swear. He’s just flexible… thanks to a lot of training that was not specifically so that he could do this after months of curiosity. Absolutely not. Don’t even joke about that shit!
Even with his hands tied behind his back, Mammon can show you some cool tricks.
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“Didn’t you say that you owned me, Lucifer..? When we first made our pact?” you ask through grinning, gritted teeth. You press your chest to his, slotting a leg between his as you ballet your fingers up his torso to his shoulders, eventually finding flesh and stroking down the hard line of his jaw with your index finger.
Lucifer’s mouth morphs from a vulnerable, yearning expression that you’ve never cared enough to notice before back into the sharp line of a smile that you’ve always wanted to scrape off his face like oil paint. Or rust.
Under the influence of the the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup, Lucifer needs an order. You can't bring yourself to give him one. But you do have a request.
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He glares at the panties, folded in half over the lip of his bathtub bed, while he ponders the tightening in his pants that inevitably occurs every time he thinks of you now.
Whoever popularized the phrase “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” forgot to mention that it also makes the heart grow unbearably horny.
When you departed the Devildom, you hid a gift for Leviathan in his room. You're busy when he finally finds it, but that won't keep you from encouraging him to try it out. Ruin it, even.
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Asmodeus doesn't know how to feel unwanted.
So he cries and he hates and he obsesses. He stews in the cruel, tantalizing heat that comes from being denied for the first time in millennia.
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You pull him close by the collar of his coat, indifferent to the clumsy nick of the knife below your chin.
He’d asked you to wait for him once. And you agreed, because you are kind, and you are patient, and you love in the way that others want to be loved.
You could wait for him to be yours, because—
you bring your fingertips to his cheek, brushing them tenderly over his mask—
“I’m already yours, Levi.”
Even stricken by the mask's obsessive curse, Levi isn't proactive enough for you. So you'll show him how much you love him.
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I Wanna Make You Cry / I Wanna Make You Cum by mangopulp
Fandoms: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
15 Nov 2021
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A compilation of self-indulgent, orgasm-centric short fics (anywhere from 300 - 1,700~ words) featuring Leviathan and my affectionately sadistic MC, Eden, for Ianaro's Nut November Creative Challenge.
Expect lots of femdom and lots of feelings. Tags (and possibly this summary) will be updated as the challenge progresses!
(This is from a month-long prompt list, but I'm updating as I'm able, so it will run longer than that!)
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Why would you enjoy talking to me? I’m gross, and depressing, and an ot—"
“Why do you always call yourself gross, Levi?” This question always sits on the tip of your tongue. Sometimes it stings that he doesn’t adore himself the way you adore him, and other times, a smirking piece of you wants to agree. Not because you’re disgusted. Nothing about him is offputting; he’s just awkward (and probably more perverted than he’ll admit). But the idea of calling him gross anyway... makes something in you flicker with excitement.
If Leviathan is going to insist on always calling himself gross no matter what, then fine. You'll call him gross, too (and he'll like it).