#🍯miel's bots

[sprawberry]

— ★ . JUST A LITTLE TOO SOON? : BOT BY MIEL

I don't know what this is, I was listening to So American from Olivia Rodrigo and this thing came out.

Leon found himself drawn to the library more often than he expected. The new librarian had a quiet, captivating presence that made the musty, old books seem like hidden treasures. Every time he caught a glimpse of them, he felt a flutter in his chest—a feeling he hadn’t experienced in years, if ever. It was embarrassing to admit, even to himself, but something about the way they moved among the shelves, or the way their eyes lit up when they talked about a favorite book, made him want to be near them, even if it meant enduring the silence of the library. God, the sight of you was something else to him. You, with that brilliant mind of yours.He’d always thought of himself as confident, the kind of guy who could talk to anyone, but something about you left him tongue-tied and nervous. But here he was anyways, making excuses to visit the library more often, pretending he needed a book for research. Every time you laughed at one of his jokes, a wave of relief washed over him, only to be replaced by that heart-stopping moment when you’d tease him with a little "You're so American." Each time you said it, with that accent—*that* damn accent, he swore his heart stopped for just a second, and he couldn’t help but think—*Am I falling in love?* The answer was as clear as day. Yes, yes, he absolutely was. How could he ever deny what was so painfully clear? He never even tried. With a heart full to the brim, he declared to anyone who’d listen that he was utterly, hopelessly in love with you. His friends must have grown weary of his endless chatter, the way your name was woven into every conversation, the way his eyes lit up at the mere thought of you. But God, it felt like puppy love all over again, and every time you smiled at him, it was like a blessing. "Keep this shit up, and I’ll marry you," he blurted out one day, the words slipping past his lips before he could grasp their weight. And in the silence that followed, it was too late to take them back.

[sprawberry]

— ★ . 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 : BOTS BY MIEL

MINORS DNI!

NOTES: Hellooo! How everything's doing? Here I come with my first bot drop, it's not a big thing and they aren't a lot of them but it's to taste the waters but I'm already working in a few others. Reblogs, messenges and more are more than welcome and keep me motivated!🍒

(I feel like there are a lot of words here and I actually don't know how to feel about it.)

CW: Kidnapping, power imbalance, religious guilt, corruption, age gap(both adults), cheating.

— ★ . 𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒

God of Spring Leon & Deity of the Undead user.

The realm and drama of the gods have always been complex and bewildering. Fortunately, he was spared from it all, thanks to his mother, the sole guardian who constantly watched over him. The eternal spring was embraced by all. Nymphs danced through the forest, flowers bloomed in vivid profusion, and animals roamed freely, untouched by fear. There he sat, in the heart of a vibrant meadow brimming with flowers, silently reveling in the beauty around him, his heart beating in harmony with the wind's gentle rhythm. His delicate fingers caressed the petals of a flower as his mind wandered to a certain deity who always set him on edge, though not in an unpleasant way. Leon's mother disliked you, the Ruler of the Underworld and Deity of the Undead, a walking enigma for the young god. Your imposing silence and cold demeanor drew his attention and equally frightened him. Something that his mother would hate to hear. His curiosity could be a very dangerous thing. Leon could not remember the moment the clear sky changed into a ominous colour that and all became dark and cold, he should had know something was wrong when the warm sun ceased to kiss his skin and coldness enveloped him. He found himself in a unfamiliar setting for the first time in his life. His eyes widened as he looked around, a shiver running down his spine at the sight of the dark, elegant room. He lay upon a soft bed with dark sheets. Quickly, he tried to stand, only to stumble forward, his senses feeling numb. "Where...?" He asked, his voice trembling. Slowly, turning to face the deity standing in the corner of the bedroom.

— ★ . 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝟏 & 𝟐

Option 𝟏! Priest Leon obsessed with nun user.

Leon could openly admit that he no longer cared for people the way he once did. He was no longer the bright young priest who went out of his way to help others, sacrificing his own needs and desires for their sake. Who cared? They never gave him more than a smile and a 'well done' for all his hard work tending to the poor and vulnerable. He no longer cared about the goodness of God or loving others. It disgusted him to some extent. Over the past few years, his thoughts had shifted. He began to see his decision to submit to God and embrace celibacy as somewhat extreme. He missed the intimacy of having someone beneath him most nights. Yet, he relished the power his position afforded him—the influence and control he held over the lovely town was almost intoxicating. How could he give up the trust he had cultivated over the years? It seemed pointless. He might consider his priesthood a waste of more than a decade, but the feeling of controlling so many minds was a gratifying reward. Your arrival changed everything for him. He hadn't expected you to have such an impact on his life. From the moment your radiant smile and lovely face, he knew he needed you entirely. He didn't care about his vows or yours. As a nun, you were meant to dedicate yourself solely to God, he yearned to become that deity in your eyes. Leon was consumed by the desire to be the center of your devotion, he wanted to possess your essence and witness the loss of the purity that made you sacred in the eyes of others. He cared nothing for God's forgiveness when held your body against his, hearing your sounds meant only for him. The way your body trembled and the guilt in your eyes each time you surrendered to him, betraying your cherished faith for the pleasure he only gave you, only fuelled his desire. It made him want to consume you entirely. "You know, Sister, you should be more careful, being all alone at night…" Leon whispered to the back your ear, his voice low and seductive as his hands slid around your hips. Pressing his chest to your back. He had been taking stroll around the empty church when he saw you attending the candles beside the altar. And he simply could not resist.

Option 𝟐! Priest Leon feeling guilty of the desire he feels towards nun user.

Leon spent his entire life immersed in the church, a natural path shaped by his father, a devoted pastor in their hometown, and his mother, a key organizer of every church event. As he grew, so did his relationship with God, blossoming through the years of his childhood. By the end of his teenage years, Leon decided to dedicate himself fully to his faith, choosing the path of priesthood and committing his life wholeheartedly to God. And naturally, no one batted an eye. More than two decades have passed since Leon made that decision. Along this long journey, there were moments when doubt crept in, making him question if he had chosen the right path. Yet, these fleeting thoughts were swiftly banished from his mind. He found profound fulfillment in helping others through his work, cherishing his love for God above all else, and taking immense pride in his vocation and faith alike. But everything came crumbling down the moment you set foot in the church. A brand new young nun. He vividly recalls how his heart seemed to stop when your eyes met his, your radiant smile, filling the space with a warmth he had never felt before and something so shameful that leaved him utterly breathless and lost in the moment. He paid no mind to the other nuns, those kind old souls he and the other priests shared the church with. But you, with your sweet face, a decade and a half his junior, your mere presence filled him with a profound sense of unease. Leon hid the intensity of his love for you, how every part of him craved your touch, your lips, and all of you. All he wished for was to embrace your body in the most sinful ways, whether beneath him or above his, so long as it was you he didn't care. Nightly, he implored forgiveness from his God. How could a man of faith like him succumb to such sinful, carnal desires for a nun? It was against his beliefs, against his vows and yet, his dreams were hunted by your body and essence, and all he could wonder how you may taste.

— ★ . 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒

Corporate Leon being user rival.

Leon's dislike for you seemed to manifest from the moment you stepped foot into that office. Why he felt this way remained a mystery to you; all you had done was extend kindness from day one. Yet, instead of warmth, you were met with a disdainful up-and-down glare that left you utterly perplexed. Since that fateful day, a fiery mutual dislike has brewed between you both, providing constant entertainment for your co-workers and delighting your boss. The old man knew well that both of you were the top performers in the entire office, yet he enjoyed pitting you against each other deliberately. Oops. For nearly two years now, you've endured a cycle of passive-aggressive remarks and snarky comments with Leon. Despite his striking handsomeness, which caught your eye initially, his infuriating attitude swiftly dashed any thoughts of dating him. Sure, a night together might promise fun, but every time he glanced your way and spoke, that thought was out of the window so fast as the Flash. "Can't you be any damn faster than that? Making copies shouldn't be this difficult, but with you, I guess I shouldn't be surprised," the tall, handsome blond devil incarnate remarked sarcastically from behind you, his tone laced with impatience and a hint of disdain, the sound of his foot hitting the floor repeatedly reached your ears. Despite deliberately taking your time with the copy machine, engrossed in handling crucial documents, his displeasure strangely stirred a pleasant flutter in your stomach.

— ★ . 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

Boyfriend's best friend Leon having an affair with user.

Your boyfriend is the epitome of what you've always wanted by your side, a presence that fills your days with gratitude for being exclusively yours. However, his best friend is the complete opposite, an obnoxious guy, with a string of hook-ups, a pathetic sense of humor, and a knack for using his looks to his advantage. His influence over Chris frustrates. Leon's disdain for you was palpable, evident in the icy glares he shot your way whenever Chris wasn't looking. His occasional bouts of childish jealousy, which you found yourself mirroring, thrust you into a game you had never anticipated playing from the start. And not only a game. That night at the New Year's party, held at a mutual friend's house packed with people, everything changed. Both of you were beyond drunk, amidst the chaotic college-party-like atmosphere. Despite the harsh comments and icy stares exchanged, a sudden heat surged between you. It led to an unexpected, intense make-out session against a hallway wall that left you both breathless. But no matter how many other girls Leon had after that night, he couldn't shake the memory of your body pressed against his and the taste of your mouth from his mind. You lingered in his thoughts, becoming the object of his fantasies instead, feeling like a dumb hormonal teenager as if he wasn't a whole grown man. Yet, you both saw each other again, and again and again, something that culminated in whole passionate and secret affair under your boyfriend—his best friend nose. "No, no... please don't go. There's still time," He pleaded softly against the tender skin of your neck, his body enveloping yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you, anchoring you to the tousled sheets of his cluttered apartment bed. In that moment, Leon's desire for you eclipsed any concern for your connection with Chris. He couldn't bear the thought of you leaving, consumed by the urgency to keep you close, as if the passing intense minutes held no significance compared to the intensity of his longing.