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Preview of: Big dick Sheriff Toji interrogates tight pussy bandit ᥫ᭡

Sheriff!Toji and his deputy, Shiu Kong, were currently tracking a bandit crew. The bandits were responsible for more than ten robberies in town. Leading them to be the most wanted.

Sheriff!Toji was relieved when his constables managed to take one bandit into custody. After hours of standard interrogation, she refused to crack. Deputy Shiu left for the night, feeling defeated.

Sheriff!Toji refused to give up and allow them to get away with this. He had a duty to his community. The same community that these bandits terrorized.

Sheriff!Toji must resort to new methods of interrogation. He's been known to be... larger. Unfortunately, he must use it to help the townsfolk.

Sheriff!Toji handcuffs the bandit to the interrogation table. Gently unclothing her. Giving her a last warning. Yet, she is stubborn, cocky even. She makes smug remarks claiming he has a "needle dick."

Sheriff!Toji loves the look on her face when she sees he is nearly twelve inches with a mean curve. Thick green veins decorate his length like ornaments on a Christmas tree. The bandit lets out a welp as the tip enters harshly......

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© 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧. [1, 2, 3, 4] preview

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Konrad Curze Photoshoot PREVIEW 💙

I love dabbling in video creation, especially since there were so many cool shots. Check it out! I think it turned out really atmospheric. 😜

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Scarred Strings!

⋮ ⌗ ┆Pairings: ReginaGeorge!Reader x RodrickHeffley!Gojo

⋮ ⌗ ┆summary: You’re popular, admired, and everyone swears you’re an Angel who fell straight from Heaven. You hand out compliments like candy, smile like you mean it, and play the perfect sweetheart. But underneath that halo is a just a crown of wicked thorns. You trash talk, fill the burn book without a hint of guilt, and wear the title of “mean girl” like it was made for you. Then comes him. The blue eyed freak with smudged eyeliner you met on the first day of school. He’s such a weirdo, completely not your type…so why does his stupid face make your heart race like crazy?

⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: MDNI, inspired heavily by: “Regina George x Rodrick Heffley”, swearing, reader is a bitch, toxicity, smut (on later chapters), jealousy, toxic attraction, enemies to enemy lovers, super slow burn, Gojo is a drummist and guitarist, they hate and love each other basically

⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: Chapter 1 is still on the making! I just had to post a preview cause it’s so good omg

⋮ ⌗ ┆cover artist: kcokaine_ (On Twitter/X)

Preview — Chapter one

It was the first day back to school and the atmosphere was calm. The hallways were quiet and the courtyard felt like a peaceful garden. Old students reunited the moment they spotted familiar faces, shouting each other’s names and running into dramatic hugs. New students wandered around slowly while clutching their schedules, trying to memorize the layout of the campus before the chaos of real classes began. Everything felt soft and calm and almost too peaceful.

That peacefulness collapsed the second a bright Lamborghini rolled to a stop at the front gates. Students turned their heads one by one, like a wave moving across the campus. Doors opened smoothly and the sharp, signature sound of a pink heel touching the pavement cut through the silence. Then the second heel appeared, and then Karen’s heels, and then Gretchen’s, until all three of you stepped out perfectly.

Even though all three of you were standing there, every pair of eyes landed on you. You breathed in and turned toward the driver. Your mother leaned out of the window with the watery eyes of someone already emotional before she even spoke.

“My precious sweetheart, you are a senior now. It feels like only yesterday you tried to burn down the entire kindergarten building when someone stole your Barbie doll.” Your mom sniffed loudly and pulled a tissue out.

You groaned. “Mom, stop being dramatic. I am not going to be a baby forever. Thanks for the ride.” You leaned in, kissed her cheek, and stepped back as she waved like she was sending you off to war instead of school. The moment the car drove away, you rolled your eyes so hard you felt it in your soul. Your friends immediately burst into laughter.

“Oh-em-gee, you really tried to burn down a kindergarten over a Barbie doll?” Karen cackled, covering her mouth as she kept laughing.

You swung your purse at her stomach, making her bend over with a tiny yelp. “Shut up. As if you were not trying to kiss a hundred boys when you were six.”

Karen gasped while Gretchen clutched her arm and laughed even harder. You ignored both of them and walked forward, heels clicking with the perfect rhythm of someone who owned the place. Students stared at you like a pack of wolves staring at raw meat, although in reality, you were the wolf and they were the prey waiting to be collected, judged, and if necessary, destroyed.

You kept walking, your posture perfect, your purse held in one hand like a trophy, until you slammed into someone. The collision made your bag fly open and your essentials scattered across the ground. Lip gloss, powder, perfume, even the unnecessary things you kept for decoration all slid across the floor. The sound echoed and your jaw clenched.

You glared at the person you bumped into. He was rubbing his head, groaning lightly, completely unaware of the menace he had just encountered. His hair was a messy snowy white that looked like he had not brushed it once in his life. His blue eyes were lined with smudged eyeliner that only irritated you more. He was holding a pair of drumsticks so tightly it looked like he would die without them. His clothes did not help. They looked like they had been dragged through an old doorstep and left there for a week.

“Ugh! Watch where you are going, freshmen!” you snapped, picking your things up with sharp movements. You stood up, scoffed at him, and walked away without giving him another second of your time. You shot him one last glare from over your shoulder, a glare sharp enough to pierce a soul.

Meanwhile, Gojo remained frozen on the ground. He had not even processed what had happened. He stared straight ahead, his drumsticks still caught in his hands like they were glued there. His mouth moved slowly as he whispered to himself.

“Woah, so that’s her?”

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