Library of Ficlets

by aphrodisiacbeetle

Summary:

Fickets, Dropped WIPs, and ideas I have had that I just want to drop here.
I'll make sure to always add extra warnings to each chapter, and do my best to summarize what will happen.
Minos/Gabriel centric, perhaps there'll be other ships in the future.

Chapter 1: Afternoon promise

Summary:

No further warnings.

Gabriel was promised afternoon activities, and he has a hard time containing himself.

Notes:

Ps.: This is a recent post scriptum, but I started rewatching Moral Orel recently, and I realised that the Council member here is comically dumb and fitting for the series. Anwyays enjoy.

His wings are twitching gently as he’s being told about something that’s just a reminder for his everyday work, but oh lord, even though he doesn’t need to, it’s so very hard to focus. Every ounce of energy he has is being spent on the fact that he needs to calm down, and immediatelly so.

But his wings and halo cast the lightest magenta, and from the corner of his eyes he notices, and God he’s wishing for this to not be noticed by the council member that’s reading something off of a paper. He tucks his wings gently behind his back, and he dims his halo lightly, but not too much, so it’s still there.

His mind although panicked by how he’s acting right now, he can’t help but think avout what he had promised his friend tonight; to meet the King of Lust, Minos, at his manor in-secret. He was promised by the King that he’ll take care of him tonight, and Gabriel never felt that flustered before.

Stars, the possibilities makes him twitch and feel himself get wetter. Minos didn’t specify anything, but the way he had acted towards Gabriel, and how he himself reacted to his actions, it sure makes his mind wonder way too much.

Or, even, God- he has to take a deep breath at his thoughts- how much he knows Minos being a kind soul and how he’d let Gabriel beg for anything he had always wanted to try out. Everything about tonight, it creates a huge fog of excitement in his brain.

Suddenly, he feels himself hotter, and he’s sweating a little more. He had also noticed that the council member called his name numerous times, which after realization gets him to flinch and straighten his back; a very non-casual move from the Archangel.

“Archangel Gabriel, is everything okay with yourself?” The council member only glances at him, and then also turning his back to Gabriel to get something.

“Yes. I’m okay.” He replies, voice a little shaky.

A grumble could be heard from the Council member- and Gabriel is unsure if it’s a grumble at him, or at the papers that the higher being is looking for- but turns quickly when he finds whatever he has been looking for.

“Some papers to read through, but also you have to sign these, and this one too- Oh, and you need to bring this section to the North-East of our Clouds.” They explain, glancing at Gabriel here and there.

“Affirmitive, sir.” Gabriel replies quickly, reaching for the papers with jelly hands. He grabs them as fast as possible, bringing them under his arms to hold them tightly.

Silence holds the room.

Gabriel knows that he can not leave without the last word of the Council, who is… Just staring at him.

“I…Is there somethig wrong, Holy Council?” The Supreme Angel asks, tone happy, but nervous. His wings twitch and his halo dims lower.

The Council member continues watching, then abruptly turns their back to Gabriel.

“No. You may go.”

A huge boulder ran down from his shoulders, and with a bow, he started walking to the door, to then-

“Do your job well. Do not slack off.” Is all they say, which makes Gabriel freeze, before continuing his pace.

As the huge gate closes, he lets out a huge suspire he did not even know he was holding in, knees buckling and papers nearly falling.

Curse angels and their extracurricular expressiveness.

Chapter 2: Overstimulation

Summary:

No further warnings.

Just Minos overstimulating Gabriel and they're both enjoying it.

Notes:

Ps.: Also something about religious stuff. Can't tell exact things rn because I'm high as hell (hi, which also means beta read) so this might just make no sense in the morning. Anyways enjoy.

Gabriel’s glistening body moved up and down with the arches of his back and his quickly paced breathing. The bright moon light perfectly shaded the top side of this body.

His voice was hoarse, his moans were broken, and his body was shaking. Inbetween his equally trembling legs— held open by larger, cold and glassy yet soft and comfortable hand— Minos was very slowly and very gently lapped between hot, wet folds.

Occasionally, at least.

As for an hour now, Gabriel have still not yet came. And truthfully, the Prime Soul would not want him to releaze for a while either. He enjoyed seeing Gabriel shake like a leaf and loose his divinity only for the temporary enjoyment of sexual pleasure and desire; and oppositely, Gabriel too.

His fully magenta wings spoke perfectly about that, too. It might still be ethereal; but it also showed he really felt about the situation, or how much cares about it.

“Please, p-please Go-ah-God, hah, please—” his rough voice pitchy and whiny. Minos didn’t reply, he let Gabriel beg more, “Pl- mmh- ah- Please, more more come on, I want to cum already!” He mumbled.

Minos shifted his weight, lifting his tendrils just a bit for Gabriel to choke on a cry. “It did not seem that God wants to help thou with thy problem.” His hands gripped an upper part of his damp thighs, “…Why are thou calling to him?”

Gabriel gripped the sheets hard enough to tear them. His wings twitched and glittered in the dark. He whined louder in frustration, realizing his mistake. Although he was weak, his legs successfully pushed Minos closer to his visibly throbbing clit.

“Minos,” he swallowed hard and pantrd fast, “Minos, please touch m-me, please fill me with your t-tendrils again. Please.” He stuttered. Embarrassment would be an understatement if a century.

But Minos revelled in it. His leaking cock was evidence to it, and so were his slowly sliding hands that went lower and lower, now dangerously close to his aching, dripping cunt. Gabriel's heart kept skipping beats as he did.

“Yes, please,” he whispered with a sob, voice shaking as he took a deep breath, “Minos!” and he screamed loudly when he was just merely touched and lapped at.

God’s creation curved perfectly like the golden spiral. All the colours that he has created landed on him, and his tuned in voice that can range in many ways raised higher as relief were washing over him rapidly.

Perhaps all his devotion were just subjective. But alas, he still had someone to rely, beg, and love for.

Chapter 3: Canvas

Summary:

No further warnings.

Minos giving a bunch of hickeys and bruises with his tendrils, because, what if he can shapeshift them into some sort of pinchers? Why not?

Notes:

Ps.: This is pretty old, I'm considering rewriting it for fun— maybe something that is purely symbolic that fully describes Gabriel as a painting? Perhaps Minos telling a story of this 'painting' as he makes a mark with the strokes of his brush? (???) Anyways, quick brainstorm aside, enjoy the "old" version for now.
Ps ps.: As for the usual, beta read lol.

Minos’s canvas was displayed right before him, obediently laying on the floor. His brilliant magenta wings were shaking gently against the grey carpet, giving the area a romantic tint.

His sacred skin revealed, golden lines showcasing in swirly manners in a gentle way, sparkling so lightly under the dim lighting by the set out candles, and his bruises…

“Please…” …they kept on growing as he wanted more patches of darker tint on his limbs.

Minos loomed over him, chuckling lowly and smoothing his hips as he gave what the angel has been begging for so long. It became a bit of a difficult task, due to how well he is covered by marks now.

It first started in his neck, which strayed down fruther on his collarbone, giving his visible bone a new look. His chest was next, and as the king teasingly and slowly went down his stomach, he bit and sucked into his thighs as if he was experiencing a carnal hunger.

Repeatedly, he went back to his neck, his thighs now being squeezed. Thick, black gooey tentacles pinched and drool down on his gentle curves, making Gabriels’ skin be filled with goosebumps and shivers.

He sighed on his damped body, and without any warnings, he marked a spot that has already started to darken, his hands quickly sliding down dangerously close to his slick folds. To that, a high pitched moan echoed through the room.

Gabriel begged for more verbally and physically. His body curved and moved perfectly, and he gasped and cursed in girlish and breathless ways when his hands were pinned right above him by Minos’s rough grip.

Gods above, just how long Minos will accompany him with such teasing.