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not a single cover artist in the game is doing what evan cagle is doing with ram v's detective comics.
Cover for Detective Comics #1073 by Evan Cagle
Just made it to Chicago đ
Heath Ledger as Patrick Verona 10 Things I Hate About You, 1999
Kenma putting you in one of his skimpy cosplays he saw on a girl in a game, he complains about how youâre a guy so your chest doesnât fit and he acts mad about it.
But he canât stop himself from playing with your chest, even if youâre a guy and it doesnât fit his expectations he loves how perky and fun they are.
post timeskip kenma x m!reader
18+
you were oddly used to it, dressing up for kenma like this. but this outfit in particular felt... exposing. the skirt barely reached mid thigh, it was tight around your ass and hips leaving nothing to the imagination. the top was practically non-existent, a leather material exposing your nipples as the intended wearer was meant to have big tits spilling between the X shape of the tight straps.
the thing with kenma was that he seems to really enjoy making you feel bad; but he didnât have the arrogant personality to make it work.
âhuh,â he says. âlooks like i put all that money to waste...â he was never one to yell, or scold out of anger. what he did was far worseâ no, heâd simply look disappointed.
âthis would be so much hotter if you had the tits for it,â he sighs. resentment bubbling in his throat as he nears you. his hands reaching to poke your nipple; he doesnât miss the way it puckered up slightly, or the way you shivered.
a small snort escapes him before he asks, âwhat? you sensitive there or something?â you donât reply, only turning your head, hoping he doesnât notice the blush of embarrassment flooding your cheeks.
he does, of course he does.
experimentally he rolls his finger around the bud, his eyes blown wide, watching your expression as he tugs and pulls. you bite your lip, holding back all the sounds you know heâd taunt you for. but you canât bite back the moan that escaped when he lowers his head, his lips parting to blow air on your chest before moving to suckle the small nip. his teeth grinding it gently as his tongue worked to pucker it impossibly harder.
âkozume,â you whine as you notice his other hand reaches into his sweats, beginning to stroke his own cock. he only groans in response, his eyes shut tightly as he worked his mouth on you. you could feel the heat pooling in your stomach, the leather of the skirt doing nothing to conceal your own excitement.
âcâmon,â you say, nearly moaning at the way his lean arm jacked himself off to your chest.
he pauses in his work, a thin trail of saliva between himself and your tit as he looks up at you with dilated pupils. âj.. just a min,â he tells you softly before closing his eyes again, and suckling your eager tit.
âšFISH WITH BALLS âš
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