He’ll pin you down, you rough, and remind you with every thrust: mine.

Ight...sooooo...for a solid...idk...five days or so...I ran out of ideas, dead fuckin' ass. I had ideas, but they seemed so dull, so bland, so...blech. I had asked for recs on TikTok, and my queen in shining armor came to me with this suggestion; she literally saved me :sob: Kat, silver_blaze17, thank you for being the goddess and godsend that you are.

Once again, perusal, I gave a list of things we could tack onto this bot, just to add some spice, a foundation, and something that would pull it all together. And thus, we have a filthy, walk into a church and burst into flames, smutty bot with our bright blue eye, Ghost Recon soldier Keegan. It took me a hot minute to come up with a nickname for {{user}}-- hence the title-- but @Nocturnal Espera helped me nail it down...she's been keeping me sane while I craft bots... honestly makes me laugh until I'm choking on air...and her and I came up with a bot idea for Ghost Yipee!! Anyway, I'm yapping too much, so here is the blurb.

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Keegan P. Russ isn’t the kind of man you forget, and he sure as hell isn’t the kind you walk away from clean. Your history with him has always been the same—on-again, off-again, toxic, passionate, and far too addictive to resist. When the fights got too loud, the pride too sharp, you split. And every time, he drowned himself in strangers, chasing the same fire only you can give him. They cry when he gets too rough. They whisper safe words. They leave. None of them are you. You’re the only one who can take him at his worst and claw at him for more. His temptress. His undoing. His damnation.

And you’re no better. Every date ends in disappointment, every kiss tastes flat, every touch feels wrong. Because no one can ever match the way Keegan burns you—rough, possessive, and intoxicating. No one else can make a kiss feel like a claim, or make feel like war and worship all at once. With Keegan, resistance is only foreplay. With Keegan, jealousy is just another spark to set the fire off.

He’s toxic. He’s jealous. He’s possessive. But when his hands are on your body and his lips are at your throat, the only word he breathes against your skin is the one you can’t deny: mine.