You don’t want to remember my face, yours was always far more beautiful, you should be remembered, not me, as you always said, I’m a boring mercenary and you’re a princess, you truly have the power to drive me forward like a ruler. I miss you too, I hardly know what you look like anymore, I can just about remember all the things I love about you, I can just about remember your smile, your frown, your passion, the way you always used to kiss my cheeks when I got home made me feel like the strongest soldier in the world, that’s what I’ll try and be for you.
But please Junko, you don’t owe me anything, I do everything because I want too because I love you, one day I hope to show you exactly how much I love you, but nothing in the world could show you enough, I asked the boys here…. But they don’t know a thing about our love, I feel like it’s different.
Awfully sorry for the extent of this letter, I don’t wish to waste your time, but I fear I won’t be able to write again for sometime, have a lovely birthday and Christmas, please try not to feel lonely, I’m always thinking of you,
Mukuro
30 January
Mukuro,
We’re you sending me a letter or a fuckin’ book report? I’m just kiddin’ sis, I love ya! It rained today and I thought of you. I wonder if it must rain a lot wherever you are. Not that I really care or anything, you’re probably cooped up in some shitty tent freezing yer fuckin’ ass off. But no matter, you have my love and that’s enough. How easy you are to please, Muku-chan. It is quite despairingly nice to know how well I can please you.
Shame you can’t do the same for me. Must you constantly remind me of how disappointing you are? Even after shooting down hundreds of men, you still fail to bring me enough despair. How pathetic. And now you tell me you cannot write soon, how boring.
P.S. I never got the fuckin’ heater fixed.
Junko
27th May
I’m sorry Junko, I’m in a hurry but I just need to tell you how sorry I am for everything, and how I love you and how much I wish I could please you, if there’s anything you want, please just tell me, I know I’m being silly, sorry
Mukuro
16 June
Mukuro,
Such a brief letter from you, is everything okay? You know how devistated I would be if something had happened to you, sis! Even though if something did, that wouldn’t be too bad for me. Just kidding!
You know wishing is silly, Mukuro! If you really wanted to make me happy, you would be more than willing to show it.
Also, yes, there is something I want. I want you here with me, I have been drowning in this sea of despair and I just love you so much, I want to share it with you. I want you to see it for yourself. I love you that much, Muku-chan. I miss you, I want to hold you in my arms and tell you every single way I plan on destroying this dreadful world. And you can feel my despair course through your own veins, as well! How wonderful that would be!
Miss you, darling!
Junko
22nd August
Junko,
Everything is fine, I was just in a hurry.
Again, I apologize deeply that I cannot yet give you everything you want and deserve. Can you do something for me Junko? Can you please save those thoughts, save all that despair and when I come home you can share it all with me and we’ll do whatever you wish.
Unfortunately I do not have much despair to share with you, the battlefield is not a despairing place, it is full of apathy and occasionally hope, but I must fight it and spread despair in it’s place, that’s how much I love you, I will come home once I’m absolutely certain I cannot find any more potential in battle, I swear to you Junko I will cause despair or die trying.
Because I love you, in every sense of the word, I feel a part of you inside me sometimes, talking to me, telling me about despair and telling me you love me, encouraging me to go on, am I delusional? I heard it’s normal for some twins?
Mukuro
20 October
Mukuro,
I will happily save every bit of this wonderful despair for you because I love you so much, to the fuckin’ moon and back, sis! I will share everything with you Mukuro-chan! Until you can feel it in you skin, darling, sweet, darling sister of mine~! The world, no- the galaxies will not even be prepared for the damage we will cause together! Bringing despair to this disgusting hope-filled world, doesn’t the thought of it bring you the most wonderful pleasure? The thought of it is enough to make me despair so wonderfully, even right now as I write!
How jealous I am that you can feel me when I am not with you, Mukuro. How I would long to feel you inside me as well, telling me how much you love me everyday. Twins are so despairingly odd, aren’t they?
Write back soon!
Junko-chan~
29th October
Junko,
I wrote back as soon as I could! Right now I need to be home with you, I know its selfish but I hate this place and I want so badly to be with you, it wouldn’t be so unbearable if you were here. What I hate is that we aren’t even on the front lines anymore, I’m sure you could put me to much better use, Junko, I promise you when I get home we can do anything you want, I owe you everything, I owe you my life, thank you for giving me a reason to survive out here, Junko.
I love you, and I wish I could be there for you every night to tell you I love you and to hold you and protect you from harm, to make you feel better, I worry about you all the time, sometimes I have nightmares that you get kidnapped, or murdered and I couldn’t do anything about it.
I wonder sometimes, do you have friends, Junko? Do you have a boyfriend? Do you have anyone there to take care of you?
Mukuro
17 November
Onee-chan,
I want you to be home too, Mukuro! As soon as possible, it gets so boring here. Everyone here is so boring and lame and they don’t understand the beauty of despair like you do, sis. When you come home we can do everything I want, It’ll be so much fun~!
You shouldn’t worry about me too much, sweetheart. I’m doing quite fine here, people know better than to mess with me, and that’s even before I tell them I have a super strong and sexy older sister who would take care of them if they messed with me!
I have loads of friends, hundreds, thousands- but they don’t mean much, they’re all so dull. That’s why I need you here with me, Muku-chan! Boys are gross, you can take care of me a million times better than any boy!
La-la-love you~!
Junko xoxox
2nd January
Junko,
I’m glad to hear you’re doing fine, It just puts my mind at ease that there are people who care for you, even if you don’t care for them, I couldn’t care less about them I just need you to be safe.
When I’m home one day, I’ll certainly treat you better than any scumbag of a man, you deserve above and beyond what I can give you, you deserve to be worshipped and I will give you all my love and despair I promise! I know what they must be like Junko and I shall make it my personal duty to put any man who lays a finger on you to his end.
Don’t get your hopes up, but I may be discharged soon, maybe sometime this year they were discussing, but it’s just rumours so far.
I love you, remember that
Muku

8 April
Mukuro,
This year? I simply cannot wait, Muku-chan! How I long to see you again after all these years, it is hard for me to remember your lovely features sometimes and it makes me despair so greatly. No one can make me despair as wonderfully as you do, Mukuro!
I long to show you my love in every way I possibly can, sis. The despairing volume of my heart cannot possibly even contain all the wonderful love I have for you, darling, sweet darling!
I await your return home sis, don’t keep me waiting too long!
Junko
30th June
Junko,
Just a quick letter,
I’ll be home next week, if you want you can meet me at the airport at 2am on the 13th of July, I’m sorry it has to be so late but I can’t afford daytime tickets. I can’t wait to see you, I’ll see you soon!
Mukuro
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Junko tapped her foot impatiently as she waited at the airport terminal. It was a quarter past two and the airport was completely dead. She looked up at the monitor, Mukuro’s flight had just landed. She beamed in excitement, waiting even more impatiently for her sister to come down the escalator. She wondered what she looked like after three years of not even so much as a picture from her! She shifted her feet as she watched the other unimportant passangers make their way down, waiting to see her darling sister’s face.
The soldier bit her lip as the plane landed, desperately looking out the window to see if she could spot her sister, she couldn’t see her and she felt a surge of disappointment and upset, she had really been hoping Junko would come, she really needed to see Junko’s beautiful face and hold her close and tell her everything she couldn’t tell her in a letter, but she supposed it would have to wait. Mukuro tried not to look anywhere as she exited the plane, she pretended not to care that there was apparently nobody there to meet her, what had she been expecting in the first place, she couldn’t expect Junko to trouble herself like that? She grimaced and squinted when she was suddenly faced with a sudermodel smile and blue eyes, “J…Junko…? you came?”
"Of course I did, Muku-chan!" She wrapped her arms excitedly around her sister, feeling how muscular and toned she had gotten since she last felt her. She didn’t want to let go at all, it had been to long since she had her sister in her arms like this. "Why wouldn’t I come to see my wonderful, darling older sister!" She squealed excitedly, gripping her tightly. "I missed you so much, three long years with out your touch- your voice-" She felt herself begin to tear up, a smile spread across her face. "But now you’re here again. I’m so, so happy! We have so much to do now," She whispered. "I absolutely cannot wait."
Mukuro’s eyes pricked up with tears when she saw her sister cry, “Oh Junko… i’m so glad you came” she wrapped her now muscular arms around her twins waist and picked her up holding her as tight as humanely possible, “Look at you… I’m never letting you go again,” she choked up her words and burred her face in Junko’s hair, closing her eyes and trying desperately to take everything about her beloved younger sister in, her smile, her sweet scent, how she felt in her arms. Mukuro could stay content in this moment forever, the two of them in a close embrace at the foot of a plane, nothing else in the world mattered.
Junko smiled, pulling her sister close to her, feeling the tense muscles under the soldier’s uniform. “No. Never let go of me, Mukuro.” She gazed down at her sister, tilting her chin up with her fingers. “I missed you so much, It was so boring without you here, with me…” She whispered, grinning and closing her eyes and pressing her lips gently against Mukuro’s. She had waited so long to do this and quite frankly, she didn’t care what her sister’s reaction was.
The solider gasped against her sister’s lips, her eyes widened and she shyly kissed back, everything falling into place, having Junko right there tucked tightly in her arms, she twirled her around and placed her gently back on the ground. She blushed hard, and shyly broke their lips apart, looking around them coming back to reality worrying someone would see, stuttering “..c…can we go home…please?” Her heart was pounding inside her chest and she didn’t know what any of this meant but she knew it felt right, wrong? she wasn’t sure?
The fashion girl smirked, noticing how flustered her sister got over something as small as a kiss. She really was all for her, wasn’t she. “Sure, Muku-chan. We can go home now,” She said, holding her sisters hands in her own. They felt so callused and rough compared to her soft supermodel hands. “I just can’t stop looking at my my big, strong older sister though,” She grinned, noticing how red Mukuro’s face had become.
"Junko please… y…you’re even more beautiful than I imagined," Mukuro was stammering, trying so hard to get her words out right, her head was spinning and she was so hot under the collar, she felt like she could hardly breathe, still trying to get over what was happening, and cursing herself for making a fool of herself in front of Junko. She clung onto Junko’s hands tight, reduced to a lost child as Junko guided her away from their moment, she gave a shy smile, just happy to be with her sister after so long.

Oh man. So Mukuro probably got sent out on missions for SHSL Zetsubou all the time, right? And when she’s away for a long while, Junko gets lonesome for her.
So she drags Koizumi off somewhere, puts a black wig on her, has her wear blue contacts, and then forces her into role playing as her sister.
#SDR2 spoilers#Corpsey McWarSword and Fashion Hitler#Koizumi Mahiru#kind of?#Mukuro's never quite sure why Koizumi acts so strangely around her#Tsumiki tries not to be jealous because Koizumi's her friend#but deep down she gets really upset

my girls

First attempt at actually sketching something with my graphic tablet (really can’t master this thing at all) So I’m sorry have some rough as hell Despaircest.

Rating:Explicit
Archive Warning:Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category:F/F
Fandom:Dangan Ronpa
Relationship:Enoshima Junko/Ikusaba Mukuro
Characters:Ikusaba Mukuro Enoshima Junko
Additional Tags:Fingerfucking Incest Sibling Incest
Stats:Published:2013-11-09Words:1202Chapters:1/1Kudos:13Hits:387
We're The Gladiators
Diprosopus
Summary:
literally just porn without plot.
"We're saving them," Junko said as she tilted her head and smiled. "They'll cry our names, sister. The Despair Sisters saving them from their pitiful selves!"
Mukuro smiled back at her sister, black hair falling over her eyes. She hung on every word that dripped from her sister's mouth. Junko Enoshima was like poison, spreading through the veins and taking over every blood cell. Mukuro was sick with love for her.
Junko leaned in and brushed the hair from Mukuro's face. "Sometimes I think you're beautiful and other times, I hate the sight of you," she whispered in awe. Mukuro swallowed. She wanted to close the gap between them so badly but she couldn't ruin Junko's mood. She was rarely so lucid.
When Junko complimented her sister, it was like Heaven opened up and God graced her with his blessing. It was like the sun suddenly shining just for her. Because- the thing was- Mukuro shone solely for Junko but her sister didn't truly love. Junko's love was toxic and animalistic. She rarely ever gave and instead took, took, took like she had nothing.
In reality, Junko had every thing Mukuro lacked. They fit together like puzzle pieces; each one having what the other sister didn't. Where Junko was beautiful, Mukuro was rough and unpolished. Junko was a beautiful diamond and Mukuro was coal. Where Mukuro was hidden in shadows, Junko was the center of attention. They were day and night; sun and moon.
"What's the plan?" Mukuro asked, voice thick with wonder. Junko had the most beautiful eyes. Even though they were the same, Mukuro couldn't see the fire in her own. Junko's eyes were a lighthouse, guiding her back home from sea. When she was lost, all she had to do was look to her little sister.
"We reel them all in and become their saviors, of course. The two of us will reign as gods. They'll build monuments! Write books!" Junko's eyes were burning as she spoke. Passion raged deep within her. She was in a rare mood and Mukuro savoured every moment.
There were times when Junko wouldn't move for days. She would lie in bed without eating or speaking. Then there were times where Junko would cry for hours at a time. She wouldn't be able to speak through the tears as she clutched at Mukuro, screaming and punching. Nothing could relieve her pain but Mukuro let her hit until she didn't have any energy.
Junko was a mess of contradictions; passionate and depressed, angry and beautiful. "You'll be the true god- you're already a goddess to me," Mukuro replied, still entranced by Junko's bright blue eyes.
The younger sister laughed. "And you to me. But that's not enough is it?"
"It is for me."
"Well, it isn't for me. The whole world should kneel at your feet. The world should love you just as I do." Her face grew closer and closer with each word until her nose was pressed against Mukuro's. Her lips hovered directly in front of Mukuro's. "As they scream your name, I'll laugh because you're mine. All mine."
With that, Junko pressed her lips against Mukuro's. Mukuro's eyes closed instinctively and she let her sister guide her. Mukuro threaded her fingers through Junko's blonde hair and the other girl laughed into her mouth. "You really want me, don't you?" she whispered.
Instead of responding, Mukuro took initiative and pressed her body into her younger sister's. She kissed her harder, savouring the taste. They had kissed before but each time was unique. Sometimes, it was Mukuro planting kisses over and over, the taste of salt tears mixing with Junko and sometimes, it was Junko pushing Mukuro down and kissing her wildly.
Junko slipped her hand beneath Mukuro's shirt and curled her fingers into Mukuro's skin. Mukuro gasped against Junko's mouth at the burning pain as Junko's nails dug into her skin. "Does it feel good?" Junko asked with a grin.
"Y-yes," Mukuro choked out as Junko slipped her tongue into her sister's mouth. She was a good kisser; using her whole body and not just her mouth. As her tongue explored Mukuro's mouth, her hands made their way over Mukuro's body. She traced the bones that jutted out like a relief sculpture and pressed her nails into different parts of Mukuro's body, making her moan.
Mukuro pulled at Junko's hair in response, making the girl gasp. Junko took that as a sign and lightly bit down on her sister's lower lip. They began a battle for dominance; pulling hair, digging nails into skin, and biting. Finally, Mukuro conceded and let Junko have her way.
Her skin was on fire and her head felt like it was filled with cotton. The world around her was a blur as her sister sucked at her neck, tugging her shirt away to reveal her stomach. Junko ran her hand over the older girl's stomach and stopped above her breasts. "Should I?" Junko teased, running her hand over them.
"P-please," Mukuro moaned. Junko grinned and slipped a hand behind Mukuro's back. She expertly released the clasp on the bra and let it fall. She moved her mouth down to kiss Mukuro's collarbone and then lower, lower, until her mouth was near Mukuro's nipple. She licked it at first, feeling it harden, and finally began to suck it.
Mukuro's clench on Junko's hair tightened and she let out a moan. Junko grinned and moved to the other nipple, relishing Mukuro's moans. She slipped a hand between Mukuro's legs and rubbed her clit through her underwear. "You're so wet," Junko purred. "Do I turn you on that much?"
The older girl tried to nod as her hips bucked against her sister's hand. She grit her teeth, trying to keep from screaming with pleasure. Junko slowly slipped her hand into Mukuro's underwear and began to massage her. She laughed as Mukuro's hips rocked into her hand. "Calm down, sister. I hate seeing you so desperate."
"Then fuck me," Mukuro managed to tell her sister. After she said that, Junko slipped her fingers inside of her. She kissed Mukuro hard and bit down on her lip. Mukuro gasped. Her whole body was burning up as if she had a deathly fever. It felt like she was being set on fire as Junko's fingers explored her.
Her vision blurred and she was vaguely aware of herself moaning her sister's name as Junko planted kisses all over her body. Mukuro's nails dug into Junko's shoulder while the other hand was wrapped in her hair. "Faster," Mukuro gasped. Junko obliged and began to move her fingers faster.
Mukuro's hips bucked wildly. It was like a dream come true to have Junko pay this much attention to her. She'd wanted her for so long and finally, Junko was inside of her. Now she had Junko in every way, not just blood and soul. They were going to become one.
As Mukuro came, her whole body lifted up and then lay like a broken doll. Her breathing was ragged. She closed her eyes and felt as Junko continued to kiss her tenderly. "Thank you," Mukuro sighed. She felt Junko smile against her skin.
"Anything for you, sister."

"Love or despair…"
The last shot from our Despaircest shoot with Double Stomp Productions!
pretend the tattoo is covered with makeup thanks
Mukuro is myself

wowowow sudden despair sisters omg. this is fab thank you whoever you are. A+ person and drawing style

"What do you think death will be like?" Junko asks her, lips scraping against her ear.
"I think it’ll be like it was before we were born," she says.
"What does that mean?"
"It will be a dark, quiet, peaceful world, and you and I will be the only ones in it."

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I have this headcanon (Pre-Despair/Non-Despair) that Mukuro and Junko follow eachother around all the time. Like, you will literally never see them apart ever.

While Japanese Zooey Deschanel was pinning me to the door of the train on the way home (this was not as much fun as it sounds) I had an idea for a little despaircest thing.
There’s an explosion or an attack or something on the organization’s headquarters while Mukuro’s out on a mission, and when she gets back she finds everyone mourning Junko. Just as she starts to lose her shit though, SHSL Zetsubou herself rolls in with a coffee, asking what the fuck happened.
Everyone turns to look at her in disbelief, and then Mukuro runs to her and snatches her up into a fierce hug, trembling and crying. She keeps kissing the side of Junko’s face, her right arm wound around her waist and her left around her shoulders, her fingers tangled in her sister’s hair.
"I’d thought I’d lost you."
“Nee-chan, you’re wrinkling my outfit!”

After the final execution but before the dramatic escape switch pressing, the survivors all visit the rooms of the dead kids one last time. (They have to drag Asahina out of Sakura’s bed; she refuses to relinquish the pillow.)
The final room they visit is the one with “Enoshima Junko” on it. Knowing what they know now, they’re hesitant to enter. When they do, they find an austere, utilitarian space, with a few weapons lying around. (The survival knife has been delicately placed on top of one of the pillows.)
On the desk/table, there’s a pile of papers. Upon examination, they find that they’re crude badges and ribbons, reading things like “Good job, Sis! You made it ____ days/weeks/months without changing personality!”

Okay, I actually really like the idea of Mukuro making encouraging paper medals for Junko. Like she gives her one after dinner that says “You finished half your meal! I’m so proud of you.” Or before a photo shoot: “Most Beautiful Sister Award - 1st Place.”
She always finds them crumpled up in the trash can later, with equally unskilled attempts at “Most Disappointing Sister Award - Last Place.”

Monster - Paramore

❤

I’ll stop the whole world..from turning into a monster
Eating us alive
Don’t you ever wonder how we survived
Now that you’re gone
The world is ours