(*CLOSED*) Daiken Prompts 1
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The heart of a kink meme. Comment your prompts below. Remember the rules!
1. This kink meme is specifically for prompts involving Daisuke Motomiya and Ken Ichijouji from Digimon Adventure 02/tri/last evolution kizuna. Any prompt is welcome. That means more platonic gen stuff, romantic ship stuff, or even just one of them in a situation.
2. All Posts, Prompts, Fills, Comments should be anonymous. You can link to your ao3, and are encouraged to, but on this page we are anon all day.
3. Please no character bashing, kinkshaming or hijacking. If a prompt inspires you to add on something, make another prompt post.
4. Warn for spoilers (in case of Kizuna/Colon) and triggering content. A list of common warnings and triggers can be found here
IN YOUR SUBJECT LINE PLEASE INCLUDE
(gen) if you're looking for a more platonic angle
(Any Triggers) in your prompts
Some examples
- (gen) Daisuke and Ken play soccer
- (non-con) Daisuke tries to help Ken with nightmares about the Dark Ocean
Feel free to be as general or as detailed as possible in the comment itself! Maybe you have a whole plot bunny you want to give away.
Fills should be threaded comments directly onto their prompts. Multiple fills are wonderful! If there are multiple parts keep adding to the thread, like this:
-I want to see Ken turned into a catboy (prompt)
- MEOW (fill 1)
-hiSS (fill 1 part 2)
- MEOW but angsty (fill 2)
ANY kind of fill - fic, art, fan vid, whatever - is good.
One prompt per comment! Just keeps it organized. If you have multiple similar prompts post them all! It's okay!
here!
The heart of a kink meme. Comment your prompts below. Remember the rules!
1. This kink meme is specifically for prompts involving Daisuke Motomiya and Ken Ichijouji from Digimon Adventure 02/tri/last evolution kizuna. Any prompt is welcome. That means more platonic gen stuff, romantic ship stuff, or even just one of them in a situation.
2. All Posts, Prompts, Fills, Comments should be anonymous. You can link to your ao3, and are encouraged to, but on this page we are anon all day.
3. Please no character bashing, kinkshaming or hijacking. If a prompt inspires you to add on something, make another prompt post.
4. Warn for spoilers (in case of Kizuna/Colon) and triggering content. A list of common warnings and triggers can be found here
IN YOUR SUBJECT LINE PLEASE INCLUDE
(gen) if you're looking for a more platonic angle
(Any Triggers) in your prompts
Some examples
- (gen) Daisuke and Ken play soccer
- (non-con) Daisuke tries to help Ken with nightmares about the Dark Ocean
Feel free to be as general or as detailed as possible in the comment itself! Maybe you have a whole plot bunny you want to give away.
Fills should be threaded comments directly onto their prompts. Multiple fills are wonderful! If there are multiple parts keep adding to the thread, like this:
-I want to see Ken turned into a catboy (prompt)
- MEOW (fill 1)
-hiSS (fill 1 part 2)
- MEOW but angsty (fill 2)
ANY kind of fill - fic, art, fan vid, whatever - is good.
One prompt per comment! Just keeps it organized. If you have multiple similar prompts post them all! It's okay!
Re: Body Sharing
on 2021-03-28 12:10 pm (UTC)Ken says Daisuke's name to dump current girlfriend/boyfriend
on 2021-03-28 04:33 pm (UTC)Ken doesn't know how to break up with his girlfriend/boyfriend (Ken is def gay but very closeted), so he moans his best friend's name while they're making out/messing around (if dating a girl, he probably wouldn't do anything more than kiss).....he just didn't expect Daisuke to be there and hear him lol
Rumors
on 2021-03-28 04:46 pm (UTC)INTERRUPTED SEXY TIMES
on 2021-03-29 11:50 am (UTC)ALONE TIME
on 2021-03-29 12:06 pm (UTC)(underage) digimon/dæmon touching
on 2021-03-30 06:55 am (UTC)FILL: Insurmountable
on 2021-03-30 11:32 pm (UTC)Daisuke eyed the single large bed, sitting unashamedly in the center of the room, cursing himself for whatever he’d missed in the english he’d used to book the room.
But it was too late now. The exhaustion on Ken’s face was evident even through his attempts to stay cheerful for him, and Chicomon was a puddle in his arms, mirroring Leafmon in Ken’s.
“Uh, sorry...” He ducked his head as he sidled into the room, placing Chicomon on the end of the huge bed, trying not to look at Ken after the adrenaline and joy of having his emotions flying through him just a few hours ago.
“This is fine.” Ken didn’t look at him either as he placed Leafmon down as well, their partners easily cuddling and snuggling together without even opening their little eyes.
He wished he could do that with Ken, but every time he thought about it, the image changed and twisted until Ken was naked beneath him, flushed and panting as he thrust inside, and that was a dangerous thought to have when their jogress was still making their hearts step in time with each other, even if he couldn’t pick up Ken’s emotions anymore.
“I’m going to bed now.”
Daisuke lifted his head, half hoping Ken had stripped down and half terrified he would be, seeing him lifting one side of the covers and still in his skinny jeans and button-up shirt.
“Wait! You won’t - you won’t be comfy like that.”
Ken stopped with one leg on the bed, cocking an eyebrow at Daisuke. “It’s not like we brought pajamas...”
“Well, you could, uh, just sleep in - your underwear. That way you wouldn’t have to - wear jeans.”
There was no way Ken would go for this. He still wore pajamas during their sleepovers even though Daisuke had changed to just boxers.
He nodded, red marring his face, and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. Daisuke knew he should look away, but he couldn’t. He stared out of the corner of his eye as Ken revealed his skin, imagining running his hand down that thin line of white and feeling the contours of Ken, the warmth pulsing inside him. When Ken made it to his jeans, popping the top button, Daisuke forced himself to look away.
He threw his own shirt off, fluttering to the floor as he kicked off his shorts, not daring to see how far Ken had gotten until he heard the shuffling of the blankets.
“Good night, Daisuke,” Ken sounded already asleep, his soft voice made even more melodic, and Daisuke clicked the lights off before climbing into the other side of the bed.
Ken laid next to him, under the same covers, and now that he was here he could feel the way his deep, even breaths moved the top cover up and down. He inched his hand closer, both wanting and knowing he shouldn’t, but then Ken’s hand found his and he squeezed tight. Ken’s fingers clung lightly, and Daisuke reveled in the way his long digits fit between his own.
He stared at the ceiling, trying to calm his racing heart, definitely out of time with Ken’s now, breaking all over again at the way they were forced apart after a fight. It wasn’t fair, that he could be so close to Ken while they were saving the world or just helping out with a Digimon incident, only to be separated and forced apart again after. He wanted to feel Ken’s heartbeat in his chest always, wanted to touch his body and know it as much as he knew his soul, didn’t want some invisible wall keeping them separated even as he laid right next to him.
He shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t shift closer and closer until their sides pressed against each other, shouldn’t crane his neck to rest his ear against Ken’s chest and listen for the pitter-patter in his chest.
There were a great many things Daisuke shouldn’t do, but that never stopped him before. Ken was as warm as he imagined, his alabaster skin smooth against the whorls of his fingertips, his breaths remaining as deep as before he’d started exploring his chest.
He could blame it on how he moves in his sleep. Ken had seen him in a wildly different position from how he started enough, had seen how Daisuke woke up half on the floor in his attempts to get closer to Ken during their sleepovers, he wouldn’t think anything of it.
He clenched his fist in the sheets, forced himself away from Ken’s chest, from everything he wanted.
He shut his eyes tight and obstinately attempted to sleep, even as it refused to come, just listening to Ken’s breaths and occasional shuffling of his body in his sleep, trying not to think anything of the way he sought Daisuke out as well, ending up on his side next to Daisuke, his exhalations hitting Daisuke’s shoulder and tempting him too much every time.
Daisuke turned away before he did something he would regret and Ken would rightfully never forgive him for.
jogress bond - heartbeat gives you away
on 2021-03-31 07:25 pm (UTC)(medical, underage, somno) tri aftermath
on 2021-03-31 07:30 pm (UTC)(underage, cardiophilia) daisuke masturbates to ken’s heartbeat
on 2021-03-31 07:34 pm (UTC)(underage) touch-starved ken
on 2021-03-31 07:42 pm (UTC)(underage) holy arrows
on 2021-03-31 07:43 pm (UTC)heartner beam
on 2021-03-31 07:47 pm (UTC)(feederism) daisuke tries to get ken to gain weight
on 2021-03-31 07:52 pm (UTC)bonus points (but not required) if daisuke ends up being the one who gains some weight through all the food he’s making for them lmao
(underage, blood, vampirism) ken has to drink daisuke’s blood
on 2021-03-31 08:07 pm (UTC)daisuke is more than willing to let ken drink his blood until they can get ahold of some kind of alternative, but of course ken feels horrible about that and refuses to hurt daisuke, but he can’t resist for long... either daisuke can cut himself to force him to drink or ken just loses control from daisuke being so near and willing~~~ i just need ken drinking daisuke’s blood okay!!!!!!!
(Underage) Daisuke parades a naked Ken around his empty apartment
on 2021-03-31 09:00 pm (UTC)Daisuke's family is out for the first time since he and Ken have started doing naked stuff, and Daisuke desperately wants to parade Ken around the apartment naked BECAUSE HE CAN and IT'S HOT. But Ken is still getting used to being naked in front of him and therefore super painfully anxious about being naked *outside* of his bedroom. Of course Daisuke convinces him because he's very convincing. And cute. So it's kinda awkward and Ken's is insanely nervous, and Daisuke tries to calm him down, especially since they don't need to be out there for that long, but he really wants Ken to get used to being naked (so he can see Ken naked as much as possible).
Bonus points if they wind up fucking in the living room.
(While it would be funny if they got caught, it would probably traumatize Ken and make him never want to be naked in front of Daisuke again, and Daisuke would be SAD. DON'T MAKE DAISUKE SAD BY DENYING HIM NAKED KEN.)
(cg/l) Breastfeeding with chubby Daisuke and age regressor Ken
on 2021-03-31 09:15 pm (UTC)(Intoxication, mentions of dub-con) FILL - Stay the Night
on 2021-04-01 01:36 am (UTC)And then the *thoughts* of Ken started, his pounding head supplying with a few too lifelike image of Ken with his arms spread out beside his head, rocking back and forth with his hair framing his moaning face, and Daisuke slapped his cheeks a few times. Focus. He rolled over in his bed, only to find himself staring at Ken’s *real, actual* face, his eyes closed but mouth just as alluring and open as he breathed and *why was Ken sleeping in his bed*.
He wracked his brain trying to find an answer, but everything after Mimi had started a drinking game from America he couldn’t quite remember any of the rules of was a blur of colors and shapes. But Ken was *definitely* in bed with him.
Maybe they’d literally just slept together? They did that all the time.
At Ken’s house, where they had the excuse of Ken’s loft bed not being conducive to talking late into the night. Not here, where there was a perfectly good guest futon.
Come to think of it, why *was* Ken at his house? He thought for sure he had said he would catch the last train home.
A flash of him begging Ken to stay, Ken giving him one of those exasperated smiles where he knew Ken was just pleased as punch inside but struggling to say it, clacking teeth and lips, the way Ken tasted like a pleasant mix of hard alcohol and strawberries as he delved into his mouth had him sitting bolt upright, and it was only then he realized that Ken was *naked* under the sheets.
Daisuke jumped out of the bed, forcing himself to confront the fact that he was *also naked*, trying not to spiral into a panic about how little he could remember and how it looked. He grabbed some random clothes and bolted to the shower room, needing to get himself together and hopefully try and piece some more memories into place.
He couldn’t have done it. He *didn’t*. That would make him - *awful*. It was Ken’s first time drinking, and if he’d taken advantage of that, he didn’t know what he would do.
Bile worked its way up his throat and he was lucky he was heading to the bathroom anyway because at that moment his body decided to expel the last of the poison inside it.
As he panted into the toilet, Daisuke tried to calm down. He didn’t *remember* doing much more than kissing Ken, maybe they’d just gotten - naked and then stopped. That could be salvaged. Especially if Ken didn’t remember being kissed.
His memories took on a darker tinge, Ken’s head lolling back and forth and barely coherent as Daisuke dove in and took more and more from him and *god* even that was *awful* what had he been thinking -
He hadn’t been thinking very much at all. That was kind of the point of getting drunk, wasn’t it.
He ducked into the shower room proper, clicking the glass door shut as he turned the water on maximum heat. He checked his body, finding incriminating bits of dry stickiness over his abdomen and groin, leaning against the wall of the shower as he soaped the evidence off.
Had he - *penetrated* Ken? Maybe he’d just come on both of them. That would be *bad*, Ken would have every right to want to distance from him, but maybe they could salvage something of their friendship from it. He could beg Ken’s forgiveness and Ken would give it to him because he was such a kind, generous person, and of course Daisuke didn’t *mean* to do - it.
That was really just a little white lie. Of course Daisuke hadn’t *meant* to do it like this. Ken wouldn’t have to know he’d *wanted* to do things with Ken for years. He could pretend it was all the alcohol, doing shit to both of them.
He washed away the salty tracks running down his cheeks and finished up, dressing to go back, assess the damage he’d done again.
Ken was just waking up as he entered his room, closing the door with a resounding click. Ken turned on his side and fluttered his eyes open, his chest glistening in the sunrise even as he hissed and shielded his sensitive eyes from the glaring light.
“Daisuke?” Ken’s voice cracked and Daisuke brought over the glass of water and eve-a he’d picked up from the kitchen.
“These’ll help with the headache.”
“Thank you.” Ken looked at him with that grateful smile he always gave him for the simplest, easiest kindnesses and Daisuke had to turn away, making a pretense of closing the curtain a bit tighter.
He wondered if Ken had *noticed* anything yet. If he was just as sticky and messy under the covers as Daisuke had been. If he was *worse*.
He sat down at his desk, nerves preventing him from breaching the topic. He should say something, *anything*, not being a coward like this.
But Ken was going to leave, probably forever if he were being honest, and he wanted to at least memorize the way he fit in his bed before that.
“Daisuke...do you remember what happened last night...” And Ken ended up far braver than him anyway.
“Not much.” Daisuke clenched his fists over his knees, trying to be as honest as possible. Ken deserved that. “I think...I did some...stuff....”
To his surprise, Ken’s hand covered his own, and he looked up to find him sitting on the very edge of his bed, *smiling* at him. “Thank you.”
Daisuke’s heart hammered in his chest, earning a flicker of concern on Ken’s face as he felt their patterns skip over the top of their connection. Then his face fell, red as his locks of blue-back shimmering hair hid it from Daisuke’s gaze.
“...Are you upset?”
Was *he* upset? Was **he** upset? “I’m so sorry, Ken. I shouldn’t have had so much to drink, then I wouldn’t have - “
“ - you didn’t - you - *wanted* to, right?”
“It was wrong. I shouldn’t have even *kissed* you, let alone - “
“ - *I* kissed *you*.” Ken cut him off, and Daisuke could hear the faintest bit of a sniffle at the end.
This was rapidly spiraling out of his control. But he couldn’t let Ken cry. “Please don’t be sad. I’ll make it up to you, make it better.”
He cupped Ken’s face and lifted it so he could see him again, see his watery eyes brimming with life, their brilliant blue wider than usual with the after-effects.
Ken chewed his lip, pausing for far longer than he thought he would. “So...you’ll kiss me again?”
His heart skipped a beat. Of all the ways he’d thought of this going in the shower, this wasn’t one of them.
Kissing Ken was the only thing he’d wanted to do for a long time.
“You - you *want* me to?”
“Will you - make love to me again? To be honest... I can’t remember it that well, either. I want to remember it.”
He couldn’t deny Ken anything after that.
FILL - PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
on 2021-04-01 10:24 am (UTC)“N-no…” A short silence passed before Ken dared open his mouth again. ”Have you?”
“No, but Taichi-senpai said it feels really nice. He said I should try it.”
“Who has he kissed?”
“Well, I tried to get him to tell me, but he wouldn’t say… I really wanna know, though.” Silence fell between them again as they both pondered who their senpai could have gone out with. All of a sudden, Daisuke’s voice broke the silence.
“Hey, Ken? Do you think… do you think *we* should try?”
“W-we?” Ken’s heart stuttered, then started galloping full force.
“Yeah, we can practice on each other! That way, we’ll be experts once we get girlfriends!”
Ken blushed. He didn’t know if he wanted a girlfriend. He didn’t even know if he wanted to kiss a girl. He didn’t know what he wanted at all. But Daisuke’s eyes were so large and curious, and Ken felt lured in by them. Kissing… what would it feel like? Would it be weird to kiss Daisuke, his best friend?
“Come on, it’ll be fun! Just this once.” Daisuke seemed nervous too, and almost too eager.
“O-okay.” Despite his misgivings, Ken found himself nodding.
“Okay, great! Then, let’s turn towards each other.” Daisuke grabbed Ken’s shoulders and turned him so he was right in front of Daisuke, Daisuke cross-legged and Ken sitting on his heels.
Suddenly, Daisuke’s face was very close. He was looking him in the eyes very seriously, and Ken gulped. He sat frozen on the spot as he watched Daisuke’s face come closer and closer. He shut his eyes tight, heart hammering in his chest.
The first brush of lips was so soft he barely felt it. He just felt a slight touch of something warm and soft against his lips, and then it pulled away just as quickly as it had arrived. He held his breath. Was that it? It was all over before he had the chance to feel what it was like.
Then, the soft touch came back. His breath hitched. A pair of trembling lips were gently touching his. This time, they stayed. Ken’s eyes were still closed, but he felt Daisuke’s presence all around him, could smell the faint scent of his shampoo. Daisuke was kissing him. He was kissing Daisuke. His heart hadn’t stopped jackrabbiting.
The pair of lips against his – Daisuke’s lips – started inquisitively pressing a bit harder, and Ken mimicked the movement with his own lips, forming a pucker. They both held the pressure for a while, Ken breathing in Daisuke’s smell and presence, before they parted with a soft kissing sound.
Ken fuzzily opened his eyes and met Daisuke’s heavy-lidded golden brown gaze. Ken couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips, and Daisuke followed suit.
“Hey, that wasn’t so bad.”
“Yeah. That was… nice.”
“Do you wanna… try again? We should probably practice more if we wanna be good, right?”
Ken’s heart fluttered. He shrugged, nonchalant. “Sure. Practice makes perfect.”
They both leaned in again, perhaps a bit too eager this time. Their noses bumped together as their lips met, but they righted it by tilting their faces slightly to the side. They held the same pressure as before, puckering their lips in a soft smooch. Eventually they came apart again, but connected together right away without thinking about it, just wanting to feel close, feel the other in a way they never had before. As they were kissing, they shifted imperceptibly closer together, Ken laying a hand on Daisuke’s knee and Daisuke putting a hand on Ken’s shoulder. They exchanged several kisses like this – small, chaste presses of lips. Each time they parted and reconnected they seemed to last longer, each time they were a little more reluctant to part. Ken breathed deeply through his nose and felt Daisuke do the same, he was so close. The soft sounds of their kissing filled the quiet room.
Suddenly, Daisuke stuck his tongue out and licked Ken’s bottom lip experimentally. Ken gasped at the wet sensation, and Daisuke took advantage of his open mouth to dip his tongue inside. He delved inside just enough to sweep his tongue across Ken’s front teeth before he drew away. Ken drew his tongue back instinctively, intimidated by this new development. But when he opened his eyes, Daisuke was smiling sheepishly at him.
“Sorry… Taichi-senpai said it feels good if you use your tongue. Do you… wanna try?”
“Um… okay.” Ken took a deep breath and steeled himself, feeling a bit giddy from their kisses. Was there something that felt even better?
Daisuke came closer again. “Open your mouth a little…” he whispered to Ken’s lips. Ken’s lips obeyed, parting slightly to allow Daisuke’s tongue to slip inside again.
The moment their tongues met, they both stilled. But Daisuke wasn’t known for backing down, so he stroked his tongue gently against Ken’s. Ken fought against the instinct to pull back, but the feel of Daisuke’s tongue, warm and wet, wasn’t all bad. He poked his tongue forward awkwardly and their tongues met again, gliding together. They broke away for a short while before being pulled back in again as if by some invisible magnetic force, finding a slow and purposeful rhythm.
The world around them faded away as they kissed. Ken had never imagined kissing would feel this good. He swayed his head from side to side, getting lost in the ebb and flow of their rhythm, the pulling back and the leaning in, the intoxicating exploration of each other’s mouths.
They broke apart to catch their breath, and this time Daisuke leaned his forehead against Ken’s. “T-that felt pretty good, huh?”
Ken nodded, heart still thumping. “That was a more advanced technique, though. I think we need to practice some more.” He was leaning in again before he had even finished his sentence, mouth open and swallowing Daisuke’s surprised sound as he captured his lips once more. Daisuke reciprocated eagerly, meeting Ken’s tongue and twirling his own around it. His hands had gone around Ken and pulled him closer, stroking down his back. Ken’s hands had ended up on Daisuke’s face, stroking his thumbs on his cheeks. He willingly let himself be pulled closer, closer, until he was almost in Daisuke’s lap. Ken didn’t notice – he was completely lost to the world. Or rather, Daisuke was his world, Daisuke was all he knew and all he wanted to know, those strong warm hands stroking up and down his back made him shiver and he moaned into Daisuke’s mouth, a soft, trembling moan that came from somewhere in the back of his throat. Ken let go of everything, he let go of the tight control he always held on himself, wound his arms around Daisuke’s neck and let himself disappear.
After what could have been hours they pulled back, both of them out of breath. They gazed at each other, stars twinkling in their eyes.
“Seems we’re pretty good at this already. Maybe we’re naturals?” Daisuke grinned.
“Some more practice could never hurt, though…” Ken said, leaning in again.
(UNDERAGE) PHONE SEX
on 2021-04-01 10:55 am (UTC)High school age is preferred.
(UNDERAGE) CUDDLE ADDICTION
on 2021-04-01 11:06 am (UTC)Age: middle school-high school.
(Underage) Fill - between the lines
on 2021-04-01 02:13 pm (UTC)It only added to the anxiety of this exchange. To Daisuke, it was just something stupid and funny to do, to see how much overlap there was, but to Ken…well, there really was nothing like coming out to your best friend by handing him a stack of your porn.
OR
Daisuke thinks it's a good idea to exchange their porn stashes. Ken thinks this is a horrible idea.
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30396981
FILL: bodyswap masturbation
on 2021-04-01 07:17 pm (UTC)—
daisuke wakes up six feet off the ground and confused, fumbling in the darkness to figure out why he’s in ken’s bed instead of his own. when his eyes adjust to the nightlight’s glow he sees white fingers too long and thin to be his own, but infinitely familiar all the same as they trace down his sharper cheekbones, twist and tug at long, dark locks. he clutches at his chest in shock, but when he realizes that it’s ken’s heart pounding inside it — really ken’s, not his own beating out a pale imitation of it as he rocks himself through his fantasies — he can’t help sliding that slender hand down, down the dip of ken’s flat stomach and under the waistband of his pajama pants to feel for himself all the parts of ken he’s never seen, things he’s scarcely dared to imagine and definitely shouldn’t be touching without his express permission, but when his hands are ken’s hands, his blood is ken’s blood, and the pleasure they pump together is ken’s he can forget there were ever boundaries to begin with.
FILL - Heart Day's Night
on 2021-04-01 08:20 pm (UTC)It all started when his and Ichijouji’s digivices suddenly lit up and enveloped them and their Digimon in a powerful blue-white light. In a flash, Daisuke and Ken were thrust into a whole new dimension of human closeness. And Daisuke felt it, for the first time.
“Ken’s heartbeat…”
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. The sensation of someone else’s heavy heartbeat in his chest. He knew instantly that it was Ken’s, because they were looking at each other with the same dumbfounded, amazed expression.
Before either of them knew it, their Digimon partners had combined, fused together and become one. In a sense, Daisuke and Ken had become one, too. They needed only to look at each other to know what to do next – intuitively, they understood. It was like having a full conversation with each other in a split second, a mindblowing, overwhelming realization. But Daisuke couldn’t afford to have his mind blown at the moment. There were things to do, and fast. They had to get the crest of kindness into the power source before it blew the base to bits. Ken and Daisuke knew instantly where to go, as well as the most efficient way to get there. They moved as one, completely in tune with each other. Their shared heartbeat led the way, drumming in Daisuke’s ears, rushing through his veins, pumping in the walls.
Afterwards, Paildramon turned into Chicomon and Leafmon and the weird, wonderful feeling in his chest subsided. Daisuke had turned towards Ken and opened his heart to him, pouring out his awe and excitement. It was so clear to him: their partners had fused, which meant he and Ken were partners meant to be. The idea alone made his knees feel weak, hand against his still pumping heart, but Ken had turned and walked away from him.
Daisuke didn’t get the time to process the event before much later, when he was in bed that same night. It was long past the time he normally would go to sleep, but his body was too agitated to settle down. Chicomon had already gone to sleep, but Daisuke had laid in the dark for hours already, pondering about the strange connection and Ken’s reaction to it. To Daisuke, the sense of connection and unity he had felt had been absolute – and Ken’s rejection had been crushing. The way he saw it, there was no way Ken hadn’t felt the same. But the way Ken had just been able to walk away had made Daisuke doubt himself. Had it even happened at all? Had it all been some sort of hallucination? It couldn’t be. He still felt the phantom second heartbeat stroking the insides of his chest, making him warm and giddy.
He had felt everything: Ken’s determination, his fear, his resolve. For that brief, perfect amount of time, he had understood Ken perfectly. It was as if the barrier that normally exists between human bodies had disappeared, like a channel had opened between them through which their emotions could freely flow. When they were like that, they wouldn’t be able to hide anything from each other. He didn’t want to hide anything from Ken. He knew it, just as certainly as he knew Ken was his partner: he wanted Ken to know everything about him.
Daisuke’s cheeks flared with red all of a sudden. Would it happen again? Would their Digimon fuse again to fight the enemy? Would he be able to feel Ken’s heart again? His own heart started beating faster at the memory of their shared pulse. It was such an intense sensation, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it all day. He wanted to feel it again, wanted to feel it all the time. The thought consumed his mind.
Daisuke’s body suddenly felt very hot, and his breathing had picked up along with his heart. He lifted a shaking hand to the buttons of his yellow pajama shirt and unbuttoned the first few buttons. He slipped a hand inside and pressed it eagerly on his chest, closing his eyes and concentrating. Sure enough, he felt it: a steady thump-thump under his skin, his own rhythmically beating heart. He smoothed his hand over the heated skin there, wishing it was Ichijouji’s heart he could feel. He imagined what it would be like if it really was Ken’s heart – if Ken was here right next to him, lying in bed beside him. He wanted to lie beside Ken and put his ear against his chest to listen to his heart, make sure it was there, pumping inside him and keeping him alive.
A very uncomfortable sensation was gradually making itself known between his legs. The heat he felt in his body had concentrated itself there and had only increased in intensity after he started touching his chest. Daisuke pressed his legs together and felt an odd tingling sensation. He pressed again, harder, in an effort to make the heat and discomfort go away. But the pressure against his privates didn’t feel bad. In fact, it made his breath hitch and his heart skip a beat. He palmed at his chest and felt an answering pulse in his groin.
Overwhelmed by the new sensation, Daisuke brought one hand down to feel himself through his pajama pants. The thin cotton rubbed deliciously against his crotch, and Daisuke gasped. He glanced surreptitiously at Chicomon through the corner of his eye. His partner was still sleeping, thankfully. Daisuke wouldn’t know how to explain himself if his Digimon woke up, so he resolved to be as quiet as possible. He just knew that he had to touch more, had to feel his heart more, or his body wouldn’t calm down.
He bit his lip and closed his eyes, concentrating on feeling his beating heart with his right hand and his pulsing crotch with his left hand. He didn’t understand. He ran around all the time, at soccer and in the Digital World, ran until he was out of breath and his heart worked hard to pump blood around his veins. His heart was always working, each time bringing him through the adrenaline rush of a fight or scoring a goal. So why did it feel so different now? Why did it feel so good? His movements were awkward, but he rubbed against himself and saw stars. Everything in him moved to the same beat rushing in his ears, and he worked up a rhythm of pressing and touching and stroking. His breaths came out in spurts, his heart jumping and dancing in his chest. Once again, he imagined Ken’s heart. Excitement and pleasure sparked through him at the thought of the other boy, of the experience they had had together. It was like they had been in each other’s body for a moment, but it had been more than that too. It was as if they became the same being, sharing two bodies and one heartbeat. Daisuke imagined the rhythm hammering in his chest was the one they shared, imagined Ken lying here beside him, touching his bare chest. Ken’s eyes were so large and bright, so innocent even though he had such a troubled past. He imagined Ken looking at him with those kind eyes, looking at him and smiling while stroking gently against his frantic pulse.
Daisuke shuddered and trembled, hot shame coursing through him for fantasizing about the other boy like that, but unable to stop, unable to stop the touching and stroking and rubbing until it all became unbearable. He didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t stop, but he didn’t dare stop now, wouldn’t be able to if he tried. He followed the pleasure where it took him, to a peak of sensation, a thunderous crescendo of blood roaring in his ears and heart hammering out of his chest. A great, all-encompassing release.
All the tension in Daisuke’s body ran out of him like water out of a sieve, and he sank into a puddle of boneless limbs on the mattress. His heart still thud-thudded rapidly in him, but was starting to slow down. The room suddenly felt deathly silent after the rush of blood in his ears had subsided. A short guffaw escaped from his lips – that had felt completely revolutionary. He thought of Ken again and guilt hit slid down his back like a block of ice. He gulped, turning onto his side and hugging his pillow. The last thing he saw before finally sinking into sleep was Ken’s disappointed eyes.
FILL: (feederism) daisuke tries to get ken to gain weight
on 2021-04-01 09:03 pm (UTC)Ken groaned, exhausted and painfully full.
"Come on, You can do a little bit more, I'm not eve half full yet." Daisuke teased him and rubbed his own belly.
Their arrangement was for Daisuke to eat at least as much as Ken would eat whenever he would get stuffed. It was only fair and it had the desirable side effect of at least one of them putting on weight.
It still felt a little unfair to Ken, who couldn't eat nearly as much as Daisuke, but it also helped him push himself to new limits.
It wasn't completely in vain either. He had gotten noticably... not thicker exactly, but less frail looking. But it was hard to maintain. It had taken a couple of weeks of regular feeding for him to pleateau at a skinny, but less boney figure, but it would only take a week of his regular meals, half of which he'd skip or barely even touch if they hadn't been cooked by Daisuke, and he'd go straight back to his old state.
That wouldn't happen again though. Even if there was no effect on him at all, Daisuke wouldn't let up the chance to feed him now that he had licked blood. As much as it had taken them to admit how much they liked it (Ken taking a lot more time and effort to admit it than Daisuke), in the end they were both unwilling to go back to how things were before. Neither could give this up.
While Ken only gained barely enough meat on his bones to not look like he was about to accidentallly disassamble himself, Daisuke got big. His body had no issue putting on all the excess fat. After two weeks he had had the beginnings of love handles and a noticably curvier figure. After a month and a half he had put on enough weight for his belly to spill out in rolls when he sat down and pulled off his shirt. Even eating more than Ken with every one of their just maybe slightly excessive meals, he had more than enough pudge to conceal it almost every time. Not like Ken who's belly felt like it would show a bump whenever he ate more than one tangerine.
Daisuke moved the fork to Ken's mouth and Ken quickly swallowed it down. As full as he was, he wanted to get fuller faster.
They were on dessert by now. A beautiful, rich, heavy, filling cake.
Daisuke stared at his throat as it bulged with every bite he swallowed. Rubbing Kens belly soothingly when he started to groan again. Beneath the stretched skin it felt almost rock hard, something he missed from he very first times he had eaten that much when he was still skinny as well. But he wouldn't go back. He wouldn't give up his new found softness for anything in the world.
And Ken wouldn't want him to either. It may not have been the result they had been looking for, but it was the best side effect imaginable. Having such a soft and pillowy boyfriend drove him crazy in the best way. Just seeing his belly peek out of his shirt when he lifted his arms was enough to give him a heart attack. Holding onto his hips, resting his head on his softness, feeling his belly and his chest poke against his back while he was being held from behind. There was nothing like that.
Daisuke lowered his head against Kens belly, listening to the gargling sounds it emitted and proceeding to pepper small kisses all over it. When Ken grabbed the fork to finally finish his last piece of cake he listened in again, swearing he could hear, or even feel every movement of his throat knowing exactly when the cake entered his stomach and feeling the stomach grumble, complaining furiously. But he knew that as long as Ken wasn't too nauseous, he hadn't hit the limit yet and his stomach could take it. There'd still be some time to push him a little more.