#danganonpa

i've been rotating the wolfgang breakdown in my head these past few days and just realized why it felt so familiar.

It's Despair!Makoto all over again. Being forced to confront all the skeletons in your closet, skeletons that you refuse to let go of because the pain of letting go would be infinitely more painful than holding on, even as the bones dig under your skin and pierce your tender heart. Being haunted by the visions of those you loved and lost.

With her fingers expertly working at your breasts, she peppers kisses down your neck, reaching your stomach. Your moans are music to her ears, and she yearns for more. She moves her hands away, shifting down and experimentally licking at your heat. Her words were dripping in lustful adoration as she drawled out a sweet praise before continuing.