Kirigiri x Mukuro - I’m ok
section of a rp with eppiesdiner
romantic and fluffy hurt and comfort I guess
mentions of abuse and incest you can all guess who?
She fixed her shirt collar strategically. ”Everything’s fine. I just- wanted to see you again.” The soldier said, fixing her hair which has also become mussed.
”What a pathetic excuse for a sister,” Junko spat, pushing her sister out of her bed. Mukuro stood up quickly, drooping her head as she began to re-dress herself. Junko was obviously done with her. “I’m sorry, Junko-chan. I had business to take care of.” The model rolled her eyes. “Fuckin’ bullshit! You’re lying! Lying, lying, lying! Lying to your own sister, how cruel of you!” Junko continued as Mukuro did her best to tune her out as she continued to get dressed. “Why does it matter? You cut class all the time and never tell me anything-” The soldier began to retort but was greeted by a slap to the face, she quickly pressed a hand to the stinging mark. “My business is and always will be way more important than any stupid shit you do.” Without another word, the soldier mumbled another apology and left the room. She didn’t know why, but she found herself knocking on the detective’s door.
Kyouko had been sitting reading a book in bed, her silvery lavender hair strewn in a loose ponytail and dressed in an oversized shirt, tiny shorts, and slippers, of course gloves were a necessity, she raised her eyebrows when she heard the knock at the door, “Who is it? It’s rather late to be playing pranks Naeg-” She swung the door open lazily to reveal- “Miss Ikusaba……” Kirigiri just stared at her for a moment, confused, embarrassed to be in her pyjamas, blushing furiously and tugging her shirt down to cover her thighs, self conscious. “Is… everything… ok?” she managed to string together a sentence as she let Mukuro in, closing the door behind her, mind skimming through possibilities of why she had paid a visit, perhaps she needed something? Perhaps she had a message to deliver? Perhaps she had come on a romantic whim, but that didn’t seem like Mukuro.
"I’m sorry," Was all the soldier could say immediately. It was one of the only phrases she had learned to say automatically. "I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you-" She continued, her cheek still stung and the bite marks around her neck and shoulders had begun to become sore, along with the long lines of red that had been left on her back and stomach and hips. In short, her sister was not happy Mukuro couldn’t tell her where she had been. And, like always, Mukuro had to pay for it. She fixed her shirt collar strategically. "Everything’s fine. I just- wanted to see you again." The soldier said, fixing her hair which has also become mussed. As she did so, she realized how disheveled she probably looked to the detective. A twinge of embarrassment traveled up her spine.
The detective saw the obviousness of what was actually going on, Mukuro was having a tough time with Junko, of course, it was obvious from the way she spoke about her, the way she was shaking slightly, looking flustered and tousled up she clearly had come here for comfort, not just to see Kyouko. With a gentle but warm smile she took Mukuro’s hand and nodded, “of course you did,” and led her to sit down on her bed, handing her a warm Jumper, wrapping a blanket over her shoulders and turning her kettle on, technically students weren’t allowed kettles, but Kyouko got away with it. She sat beside Mukuro and took her hand in silence, she didn’t know what was going on but she could be there for the soldier as best she could, she sighed, “Friends can fill in where family cannot.”
The soldier relaxed slightly when wrapped her in a blanket. She noticed that the detective had a kettle, but she didn’t really care to question it since she had a lot of items that were against school rules as well, most of them being weapons. “Maybe that’s true- I wouldn’t know- I don’t have friends,” It was true, it wasn’t that the soldier was incapable of making friends, it was that she didn’t want to. Friends were a liability, getting too close to any of her classmates was a liability. That was what Junko told her. Junko also told her that even if she tried, she couldn’t make friends anyway. “Unless you consider me a friend… but that would be foolish. I’m not someone who should be anyone’s friend.” Mukuro said stoically, it wasn’t out of self-pity, it was the opposite. She didn’t want anyone to know about her or her past or her goals. Just like her sister had said, ‘It’s better for me and for everyone if nobody knows you exist.’
Kirigiri wasn’t offended or shocked by Mukuro’s musings about friendship, she despised idle chit chat but she supposed perhaps it would make Mukuro feel better, “You seem to be acting rather friendly with me, you certainly enjoy being around me, and turn to me when you need a comforting touch,” she shrugged and rebounded the question, “I don’t know, am I your friend, Miss Ikusaba?” She handed Mukuro a mug of hot chocolate, the two sat beside each other in silence as Mukuro thought, and Kyouko desperately ran over in her brain how best to approach the topic of what was wrong with Mukuro, or whether Mukuro would want to talk about it at all.
Giving a small smile, the soldier closed her eyes. She realized how cold she had been and how the blanket and drink had made her feel warm again. “I would like to think so,” Mukuro said quietly, her body was tired and sore and everything about Kirigiri’s room made her feel much better. Her room was neat, like Mukuro’s usually was when Junko didn’t destroy everything. The soldier frowned. Junko was right, she really was a disappointment. She had accepted the detective as a friend, she had become acquainted with the one person who Junko disliked the most. In the back of her mind she hated herself, but in the front of her mind there was something different. “Yes… I’d like to think of you as a friend to me, Kirigiri-san.”
"….Then let me ask you a serious question, as a friend" Kirigiri’s eyes narrowed and she stroked Mukuro’s hand what she hoped was comfortingly, she took a deep breath in, she had been contemplating this all evening especially after her fear of Junko knowing they’d been together, she really needed to have a serious talk about this so she could clear her mind of doubts. "I don’t know exactly whats going on, I don’t know why you are here this evening but I have some theories, what I wish to know is…. are you in any danger, and is there anything I can do?"

Mukuro felt her whole body tense at those words. And she knew Kirigiri could feel it. She couldn’t tell Kirigiri the truth, even if she wanted to, she knew she couldn’t. But she didn’t want to lie ether, especially to someone who seemed to care about her. “Y-you’re concerned about me?” She looked at the detective with an expression of surprise. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I concerned you,” She shook her head sadly. “Junko-chan and I had an- argument. I felt upset, so I came here.” The soldier continued quietly, she knew the last part wasn’t a lie. She did feel upset, she did want to see the detective again. There was nothing deceptive about those words.
"Of course," She closed her eyes, Mukuro was lying partially, she could tell from her body language and the way she tensed up, she watched the soldier, fascinated in silence for a few moments as they enjoyed one anothers company, unspoken appreciation, comfort and flowing between them, Kyouko felt Mukuro eventually relax again. "You’re welcome to stay as long as you wish, please don’t worry though, you’re not causing me any trouble," She closed her eyes and added in a mutter,"I was.." She trailed off, stopping herself from saying something embarrassing and hopelessly romantic, ‘I was thinking about you before you arrived?’ too cliche, ‘I was lonely before you arrived?’ too desperate, ‘I want to spend the night with you, in the least sexual, and most romantic way possible?’ too intense.
"Thank you." Mukuro replied, she watched as the detective paused in thought, as if she was trying to find her words. The soldier wished that she could look that beautiful when she thought, though she probably looked more like someone who was angry. She noticed the detective’s pause in her words, the uncontinuing kind of pause. She tilted her head in confusion. "You were…?" She continued, reaching her hand out and touching Kirigiri’s as she leaned in and kissed her shyly.
The detective kissed back, meaningfully, sympathetically, but in a way chastely, Kirigiri was carefull not to kiss in a way that would lead Mukuro to believe she wanted anything more than harmless kisses and fleeting moments, the kiss was slow and steady, Kyouko allowed all thoughts to leave her brain and for one long moment everything was Mukuro and their connection that they daren’t utter a word about, to each other or to anyone else. When they eventually broke apart after what seemed like decades, Kyouko shook her head, making something up before replying to Mukuro’s question, “I was…. just thinking, it was nothing.”
For some reason, Mukuro found herself flinching through the kiss. She expected Kirigiri to kiss her harshly, to bite her or hurt her. And when she didn’t, it confused her. She wasn’t used to something that was slow and kind and meaningful. Those weren’t the type of kisses she had grown so used to. After the kiss ended, the soldier looked away again. She looked down, her lips pursed, her eyes narrowed in thought. “It’s okay, I think a lot too.” The soldier said finally when she looked up at the detective again.
"Do you want to know what’s on my mind right now?" She muttered, nonchalantly, her voice free and uncontrained, unlike how she usual kept her thoughts to herself, she felt she needed to share this. "I’m wondering…" she mused, something she enjoyed about being in the presence of the soldier was that she was not any more forward than Kyouko, she could take every interaction at her own pace and Mukuro would be happy to tag along, she could speak and Mukuro would listen attentatively, and Mukuro could speak and Kirigiri would listen intently. "I’m wondering if theres a way we can touch in which you wont be reminded of your demons, I’m wondering if you’ll flinch if I hold you?"
"I…" Mukuro looked at her deeply, she had barely flinched and Kirigiri knew. She seemed to have underestimated her observence, even in moments of intense emotion. It was really something admirable. She wanted to ignore the detectives words, she wanted to act like she had no idea what she was talking about and how she was a soldier and soldiers never flinch, but she knew trying that would be futile. She gave Kirigiri as sad look, as to aknowledge the lavender girl’s question. "I guess- I guess you can try…" The soldier heard herself say.
Kyouko nodded in silence and a light dusting of pink tinted her cheeks, she let go of Mukuro’s hand and took a deep breath before she took to sliding her arms around the soldier’s firm waist, holding onto the back of her shirt. Chest to chest Kyouko felt the other girls heart beating fast, her breath hitched slightly and her body was warm where her blush was rushing to the surface, and she wondered if the soldier would flinch or try and push her away from getting too close. Everything about Mukuro felt welcoming to Kyouko, as though she was meant to be right there, they fitted together perfectly, Kyouko raised her hand to stroke Mukuro’s hair away from her eyes, her fingers brushing her cheek accidently in the process.
Her arms hesitantly found themselves around Kirigiri’s waist, wrapping themselves snugly around her. Her body was soft and calm and kind and Mukuro wasn’t sure if she had ever touched a person like that before, but she wanted to melt and she almost did until she felt the detective’s hand brush her cheek. She inhaled deeply at the touch. The spot on her cheek still raw and sore from her earlier fight with Junko. She kept herself together, not wanting to flinch again in front of the detective who now embraced her. She bit her lip, wondering if there was still a mark there, still something to show how weak she actually was.
"You’re ok, right?" She kissed Mukuro’s cheek softly where she had been slapped earlier, she kissed understandingly, sympathetically. Kirigiri was blushing too, she hid her face against Mukuro, looking down as she smiled, she wouldn’t let Mukuro see how much she was smiling but she muttered, "This is nice….. I could get used to this….." almost inaudibly. She wasn’t only referring to the warm hug, but all the time she had spent with Mukuro recently, every fleeting kiss and touch, Kyouko could get used too.
"Uh, yeah. I’m okay." The soldier said with as much composure as possible, though she felt her eyelids grow heavy and her blush grow heavier at the feeling of Kirigiri’s lips against her skin. She suppressed her urge to yawn and rested her head on the detective’s shoulder, pulling herself closer to her, almost needily. Her grip relaxed as she felt herself grow even more tired. She lifted her head slowly and pressed her lips longingly against the detective’s neck. "I’m okay." She repeated, more to herself than to Kirigiri, as if she was reassuring herself that she was, "Kyouko," she uttered against the girl’s sweet scented lavender hair, "I’m ok."

So is no one going to make a despair-inducing fake Folger’s ad?

despaircest: the rage comic
(i got the idea from actualmukuroandymir’s tags i cant take credit)

junko and flustered mukuro are my two favorite things so why not put them together

Somebody talk to me about despaircest!

A Princess Of An Older Sister
Mukuro groaned and tried to remember what had happened. Every inch of her ached, the plaster casts on her right arm and left foot weighing them down when she tried to sit up.
She got ten inches off the pillow and then stars of pain exploded behind her eyelids and she slumped back uselessly. Her head was mostly covered in bandages, so the sudden cool touch of three fingers on her cheek made her eyes snap back open.
"Mukuro-chan, c’mon, wake up! I’ve got news for you!"
The dark-haired soldier tried to sit up in shock but the thousand needles stabbing into her skin (only some of which were medical) convinced her to stay low.
"J-Junko?" she rasped, and the image of a grinning girl swam into place.
Junko flashed a V-sign at the patient. “Doctor said I could come in and see you! Nice of her, really. The Commander must have done a good job last night with her,” Junko said conversationally, sitting down to rest her chin on the edge of Mukuro’s bed. “Anyway, that’s not the good news! That’s horrible news, in fact, because it means I have to see you! But, here, listen, Muku-chan: I made the test!”
Mukuro was wracked with agony, but this was much worse; fear swelled inside her. “N-no…”
"Hey, at least be happy for me!", Junko snapped, suddenly standing with hands on her hips. "I worked re-e-eally hard for this! Hmph! I shouldn’t even be here! I’ve got a mission, since you messed up so bad that the monster’s back already!" Junko turned on her heel and glared at Mukuro one more time, then grinned again. "Hey, don’t worry, Muku-chan! You’re useless, but you’re great at pulling yourself back together! Stitch yourself back together quick, hmm?"
And with that, she was leaving, hips swaying from side to side and the uniform’s skintight nature making the ugly heat blossom in Mukuro’s head and on her face again.
She realised only later that she hadn’t so much as noticed a twinge since the moment Junko had awoken her. Felt, sure, but cared?
…She likes me, Mukuro thought and prayed she was right.

who doesnt day dream in class about mortally wounding your sister

Mukuro usually ate lunch alone. She preferred it that way, choosing a shaded, quiet part of the campus green to sit. Staying in the cafeteria was overwhelming; too many people approached her and tried to engage her in conversation. Mukuro didn’t want to have to waste energy that could be used for eating thinking up responses. Besides, years of living with soldiers had left her with…unseemly table manners.
She had just taken the plastic top off her bento and begun to shovel food into her mouth when a body fell into her lap. Her lunch was knocked out of her hands and landed face down on the concrete, rice spilled beneath it like a bloodstain.
"Oh my, how despair-inducing."
"Junko-chan."
It wasn’t that Mukuro was displeased to see her sister—quite the contrary really—but rather that she was surprised. Lunch was generally when Junko wandered around the school starting conversations with self-conscious students about calories and diets.
"Have you eaten today?"
Mukuro knew Junko hadn’t. Her twin hadn’t eaten three entire meals a day since before she’d run away to Fenrir.
"Maybe."
"You should eat."
"Should I? What can I eat? Are you going to offer me your lunch?" Junko reclined in Mukuro’s lap, gesturing toward her murdered bento.
"I’ll buy you another one."
"I don’t want to put you out," Junko said. The way her eyes narrowed suggested the opposite. "And what about you?"
"I can afford to miss one meal."
Junko laughed shrilly, as if this was the funniest joke she’d ever heard.
As her laughter died down, she looked up and smiled, placing a hand on Mukuro’s left cheek.
"Nee-chan," she said, "you’ve got rice stuck to your face. God you’re such a mess. How embarrassing."
Before the older twin could lift her hand, Junko leaned up and in one fluid motion pressed her lips to the corner of Mukuro’s mouth. She could feel Junko’s tongue against her skin, licking away the offending rice.
Mukuro turned her face to properly kiss her twin, but Junko pulled away.
"Nee-chan, we’re in public!”

shipping413 asked:
Hi I absolutely love that AU where Mukuro puts Junko in a mental facility and makes her a top priority even though no one believes she'll ever recover. I'm curious as to what happens to Junko after she tells Mukuro to stop visiting her?
Ah, thank you so much!
I was thinking that immediately after she tells Mukuro to stop visiting her, Junko’s therapist notes that she’s made significant progress. She loves her sister enough to sacrifice their relationship for Mukuro’s own good, which is the first thing Junko’s done for someone else ever, especially something that’s conflicted with her own interests.
"Yeah well becoming a better person certainly feels miserable."
"That’s the price you pay for caring. And who knows? If you continue to improve at the rate you’re going now, you may be able to be close again one day."
Though she loathes to admit it, the therapist’s words give Junko a small bit of hope to latch onto, and she begins to take her treatment more seriously.
Meanwhile, Mukuro’s on the outside, trying to deal with her conflicting emotions: elation that Junko really is getting better; and pain that the healing process necessitates them being apart. She continues to work hard to pay for the treatment, but she spends more time with friends.
As for what happens after that, I haven’t quite thought that far ahead yet. I’ll probably make another post about the AU once I figure out where it’s headed. Hell, maybe I’ll stop being lazy and actually write it up into an actual fic.

What if Mukuro brought a really cute homeless shiba home and Junko hated it but Mukuro fed it and looked after it and got a kennel and everything because Mukuro loves the cute wolfy puppy so much
and what if when Junko was angry she sent Mukuro to sleep in the kennel and she cuddled the puppy all night

Only You
I’m sorry.
Incest and emotional manipulation, the usual for these two.
Pairing: Despaircest (Junko/Mukuro)
Rating: Explicit
"The power of love is truly remarkable…" The model lowers her head, her eyes watering as she runs her hands through a strand of blonde hair. Her whole body submits and slumps pathetically. "How truly despairing it must be- to kill the one you love…"
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She absolutely, undeniably, indisputably loathes Naegi Makoto.
Almost as much as she loathes the way he looks at her sister and almost, almost as much as the way she looks back at him with those filthy, longing eyes, eyes that beg and plead to be wanted and loved and she just wants to stomp it all out of her.
Enoshima Junko can- no, will stomp it all out of her.
"I want Naegi-kun to die first," Junko says boredly, her eyes examining the new, sleek coats of ruby red that shine against her nails. She sits cross-legged on her bed while her sister sits at the table with that stupid, blank look on her face. Junko hates that look, she hates it so much that she wants to dig her nails into her sister’s face and rip her skin clean off. "I want you to be the one to kill him too, Mukuro."
"Junko-chan-" Her dumb sister sputters, a faint shadow of surprise in her tone that is barely, just fucking barely there in her usual annoying, monotonous drone of a voice. “I’m- not sure if I could do that.”
"Are you kidding me?" Junko’s eyes shoot up, her gaze contorting from bored to viperous, menacing, absolutely toxic to the glance and Mukuro is already flinching before her words even finish. "Are you fucking kidding me? Are you joking? I know you suck at being funny, but this is just painful!
Not painful enough to be despairing, Junko thinks, just painful enough to be irritating.
"I just- why do I have to kill him?" The soldier’s words come out hesitantly and that’s just how Junko likes it. It reminds her that she is in control of everything between them. Mukuro can’t find loopholes; there are no signs that let her know what the right thing to say is. Junko is smart like that; she changes her reactions to her sister’s words every time and it leaves her on edge and it is just so beautifully despair-inducing in its own manipulation that Junko can’t help but love herself for it.
Junko laughs, laughs, laughs. She laughs for a long time. Then she finally stops and she changes her demeanor in a snap; quick as lightning.
"Aw, Muku-chan! Don’t you get it?" She holds her wrists up to her chin, pouting her lips playfully, her eyes wide and innocent, a blush rises to her cheeks by command. "It’s because you love him so, so very, very much~”
"I don’t love him." Mukuro replies bluntly.
"Bor-ing," Junko changes her pose back to normal. She yawns, uncrossing her legs and standing up from her bed. "Boring, boring, boring. I’m so bored of how stubborn you are, sis. You don’t wanna kill him cause you love him! It’s so obvious! So obvious that I wanna crack open my rib cage and tear my fuckin’ lungs out!” She exclaims and wraps her arms around her chest.
"Junko, I don’t even talk to him-"
"The power of love is truly remarkable…" The model lowers her head, her eyes watering as she runs her hands through a strand of blonde hair. Her whole body submits and slumps pathetically. "How truly despairing it must be- to kill the one you love…" Her voice trails off weakly as tears continue to stream down her face.
"That’s fuckin’ why you have to be the one to do it!" She shouts, crossing her arms aggressively, her tongue hanging wildly out of her mouth. "It will be the most despair-inducing murder ever! I’ll be on the fuckin’ edge of my goddamn seat!”
Mukuro frowns, looking away and trying her hardest to ignore her sister’s antics. She knew Junko was just trying to get under her skin, she did this quite often. When she wasn’t planning or recruiting, she was picking at the soldier’s psyche, trying to break her, not out of hate or contempt, but out of boredom in itself.
Junko could never hate Mukuro. Not as much as Mukuro could hate herself, anyway. That was the best part.
"Junko-chan," The older sister begins to speak, but Junko cuts her off when she leans into her, her hands pressing her weight into Mukuro’s thighs, her face just inches away. The soldier’s words become jumbled. Flustered, she feels herself blush at how close her sister is to her.
"Why do you protest so much?" The younger sister coos, her voice sweet as honey. She takes her hand and tilts Mukuro’s chin to meet her gaze. "Do you not love me, Muku-chan?"
"Of course I love you." She says back, her voice trying its hardest not to falter.
"How wonderfully despairing it would be if you hated me. If my own sister couldn’t even stand the sight of me! But-" She brings her face closer to the soldier’s until her lips press slowly against hers, pulling the soldier in to a long kiss, her hand running messily through her sister’s short black hair. Junko pulls away suddenly, her eyes dark and lowered. "You always disappoint me, don’t you?"
"I’m sorry." Mukuro says obediently as Junko pushes her head back and runs her teeth along her neck. The supermodel’s hands curl around her shoulders and grip her hard, digging into flesh. Mukuro winces. She doesn’t fight back- not with Junko. She could never lay a hand on Junko.
Junko tightens her grip, pulling back her sister’s collar just enough for her teeth to scrape against her collarbone. Mukuro closes her eyes and lets out a quiet breath.
"Is this what you want him to do to you, huh?" The younger sister taunts, a hand moving down Mukuro’s chest teasingly. "You want that boy to touch you like this? Bite you like this?" She continues, her breath growing sharp.
"Ah-" Mukuro sighs.
"You want him to whisper in your ear how pretty he thinks you are- how brave he thinks you are-” The model snarls against her sister’s pale skin as she begins to unbutton her shirt. “And he’ll look at you with those cute little puppy eyes- even when you plunge your fuckin’ knife into his chest-” Junko breathes sweetly, her eyes glazed, saliva pooling in the corners of her mouth and she bites Mukuro’s lip- hard.
It’s all about power.
Power that Mukuro can never have.
Junko controls everything.
Junko controls the way her sister’s breath hitches at her words.
Junko controls the way her sister tenses when she wraps her hands around her neck.
Junko controls the way her sister hisses in pain when she bites her shoulder so hard that she bleeds.
Junko controls the way her sister clutches onto her, burying her face into her neck as Junko fucks her.
Junko controls the way her sister looks at her with hurt eyes when she pushes her away from her, her mouth grimacing in disgust.
"You thought of him didn’t you? Didn’t you?" Junko’s voice rises accusingly, tears building up in her eyes again.
"No- Junko-chan," Mukuro mutters, her hands finding their way around her sister’s waist, holding on to her tightly. "No- I- I love you, sis. Only you."
Junko smiles and returns the embrace, straddling her in her seat.
"I love you too, Muku-chan," She says softly, running her hand through the older sister’s hair. "Only you."
How truly despairing it must be- to kill the one you love… Junko thinks to herself again, Upupupu~
How despairing indeed…

During lunch, Mukuro received an urgent message to come to the third floor girls’ bathroom.
"What’s going on?!" she asked, almost tearing the door off its hinges.
"Sister panty swap!"
Had Junko been anyone else, she wouldn’t have been able to slip behind Mukuro. She certainly wouldn’t have been able to hook her fingers into the sides of her underwear and roughly drag them down her legs.
"This is what you called me for?" Mukuro asked, obediently stepping out of her own black boyshorts and into her twin’s pink panties. "I thought it was something important."
"Bonding is important, Nee-chan." Junko was considerably gentler about sliding her own underwear on.
"Junko-chan."
"Yes?"
"These are sopping wet."
Mukuro felt her sister’s arms circle her torso and her chin rest on her shoulder.
"That’s because I was thinking about you all morning," Junko breathed into her ear.

Mukuro strikes me as one of those people who would wear socks during sex. It drives Junko absolutely insane.

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