(*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!
(Non-Con/Underage/Groping) Pudgy Appeal
on 2021-04-08 03:20 pm (UTC)When he wants to peacefully eat some ramen at a park everybody wants to help him eat more, rub his tummy to help, feel him up.
FILL: endless hues and shades
on 2021-04-08 06:18 pm (UTC)touch-starved ken decides it's time to touch rather than be touched.
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30556374
Dream Sharing: Crack Edition
on 2021-04-08 09:26 pm (UTC)Should be comedic, or at least light in tone. Smut okay but not expected.
Re: Ken eats a popsicle
on 2021-04-08 10:55 pm (UTC)AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30560261
FILL: your gravity
on 2021-04-08 11:00 pm (UTC)Daisuke accidentally reads part of Ken's journal and gets more than he bargained for.
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30460584
FILL - (Underage) Surrender
on 2021-04-09 12:18 am (UTC)“Whoa, why is everything moving like that?”
Ken is at his side right away, grabbing onto his shoulder. When he gets a look at Daisuke’s face, it’s flushed red. He recalls thinking Daisuke hasn’t seemed as chipper as usual today – in fact, he has been looking increasingly more tired throughout the day. Ken curses himself for not putting the pieces together sooner.
“Daisuke… you don’t look so good. Do you have a fever?”
“I… don’t think so. Do I?”
“You don’t know what a fever feels like?”
“I dunno, I can’t remember having one. My body feels kinda heavy though… Ugh. And my head hurts a little.”
Ken reaches his hand out and feels Daisuke’s forehead. He immediately retracts it. “Daisuke! You’re burning up! How did you not notice?”
“I did think it was a little chilly in here, but I thought that was just because it’s winter. Hey, can you ask Wormmon to stay still, he’s making me dizzy…”
Ken looked at his Digimon, who was standing silently by the stepladder, watching them with big eyes. “Uh… I think you’d better lie down. I’ll call your parents.”
*
“Hello, Mrs. Motomiya? This is Ken, Daisuke’s friend.”
“Oh, hello Ichijouji-kun! Is there something the matter?”
“Um, yes. Daisuke is over here, and he’s come down with a high fever…”
For some reason, the sound of his friend’s mother laughing comes through the receiver. “You’ve got to be joking! That boy never gets sick! He’s probably just having us on, trying to get out of something or other.”
“Wha—no, really! He’s really sick, he can barely move! Are you by any chance able to come and pick him up?”
He swears he can hear Daisuke’s mother tutting under her breath. “That boy always had the worst timing for things like this… You see, Ichijouji-kun, my husband’s in the middle of a very crucial period at his workplace right now, and Jun is studying like mad for her university entrance exams! I can’t have him coming home and infecting them! Listen, would it be too much trouble for you to put him up for a couple of days? He’s always spending the night at yours anyway, what’s a few more nights? What do you say?”
“I…” Ken croaks out, staring dumbfoundedly into thin air. He glances at Daisuke, lying knocked out on the guest futon.
“I… suppose he can stay.”
“Great! Just send him back when his symptoms are gone, alright? So sorry to trouble you and your family!”
*
In the morning, Ken wakes up early and immediately goes to check on Daisuke, who is sleeping on the guest futon. He has sweated through Ken’s blue pajamas, right through to the sheets. A fine tremor runs through him, making his body shiver and tremble. Ken pulls the blanket over him again from where he’s kicked it off during the night. He’ll need a bath once he wakes up.
He looks at Daisuke’s peaceful sleeping face. His fever had gotten progressively worse throughout the evening, and he had tossed and turned until late into the night – Ken had been too anxious to sleep right away, so he had heard him groaning in his sleep. He had given him some flu medicine and a cold cloth for his forehead last night, but Daisuke’s breathing is still coming out in laboured puffs. He reaches out a hand and gently strokes the other boy’s flushed cheek. Daisuke stirs at the touch, cracking one eye open.
“Morning,” Ken smiles at him.
“Mmmrgh,” comes Daisuke’s unintelligible reply.
“How do you feel?”
“Like Blackwargreymon just Gaia Forced my head…”
“Oh… Uh… Sorry to hear that,” Ken comforts awkwardly.
“Mh… You look pretty t’day,” Daisuke mumbles.
“Wh- what?” Did Daisuke just say that? Or is Ken having a stroke?
“Your eyes’re all sparkly ’n shit… S’ pretty…” Daisuke grins at him, but his eyes are unfocused. Ken sighs – he’s delirious. That still doesn’t stop Ken’s heart from slamming against his chest.
When Daisuke is ready to get up, Ken takes him to the bathroom to help him get washed. Daisuke shivers and wobbles slightly as Ken helps him out of his damp pajamas and sits him on the washing stool. When Ken starts showering him with warm water, he lets out a pleased moan.
“Ken… You’re taking care of me. You’re so nice…” A loopy grin spreads across his face. Ken stares intently at his friend’s back, concentrating on washing and not thinking about anything inappropriate.
“Will you take care of me forever?”
For a moment, Ken’s hands still. He doesn’t know how to reply, so he lathers his hands with soap and starts scrubbing Daisuke’s back. The other boy lets out another happy moan and leans back into Ken’s hands.
“Feels so nice… Ah, Ken…” A ferocious blush is burning on Ken’s cheeks. Daisuke doesn’t know what he’s saying. He’s out of it, delirious from his fever. He would never say these things if he were clear-headed. Would he?
*
“Keeen…”
“Hmm?” Ken looks up from his book and finds Daisuke’s bleary eyes.
“’M bored, come and play with me.”
“You’re sick – you need to get your rest.”
“Resting’s no fun! Come over here and hang out with me!”
“All right, then.” Ken sighs with mock frustration and goes over to the futon where Daisuke is lying. Daisuke scoots over and Ken fits himself under the blanket beside him like they like to do at sleepovers. He wonders absently if he’ll get sick, too. He decides he doesn’t care.
“I’m so happy I’m here with you and not at home.” Daisuke turns to him and looks at him like he’s a precious jewel, gleam in his eyes.
“My Ma didn’t even want me to come home. She doesn’t wanna bother with looking after me when I’m sick. She’d just get mad at me, probably. And Jun would say that I’m spreading my germs and try to kick me out.”
Ken subtly clears his throat. After his phone call with Mrs. Motomiya, he doesn’t much doubt his friend’s words.
“Daisuke…” He turns to face his friend and puts a hand on his shoulder. The other boy reacts instantaneously to his touch, leaning into it and sighing. He reaches his hands out to Ken.
“Can I hold you?”
“O-okay.” Why did he say yes? Ken chides himself for being opportunistic, but Daisuke’s arms come around him and he can’t put up a fight with himself anymore. He accepts the hug, puts his hands gently on Daisuke’s shoulders and returns the affectionate touch. He can allow himself this much, he tells himself. Daisuke probably won’t remember, anyway.
“Mmmmh… Y’ smell sooo good…” Daisuke sticks his face into Ken’s neck and inhales deeply. Ken stiffens in his arms, but then allows himself to melt into it. His heart is going into overdrive.
They haven’t been this close before. They’ve hugged and touched each other, spent many secret nights in the same bed, but it’s never been like this. And he knows he shouldn’t be indulging like this when Daisuke isn’t in his right mind, but he can’t help the way his body responds to the touch. Daisuke’s hands are wandering over his back, clutching at his sweater. His hands travel further down, down to his lower back and even further. Ken suddenly feels them grope at his ass and he just about flies ten feet into the air.
“Ah… D-Daisuke…” he protests weakly. He feels himself growing hard and struggles to avoid rutting against Daisuke’s hip. Daisuke takes no notice, just breathes hotly into his neck as he feels him up. Goosebumps spring up all over Ken’s skin and he rides the wave of sudden desire, holding on for dear life and praying that Daisuke’s fever breaks before he does something stupid.
Re: FILL - (Underage) Surrender
on 2021-04-09 12:58 am (UTC)NO KEN
DO SOMETHING STUPID
DO IT DO IT DO IT
FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 2/?)
on 2021-04-09 02:34 am (UTC)It was all he could do.
Ken stirred, the muscles he clung to tensing and stretching as he threw off the vestiges of the night.
“Good morning.” His sleepy eyes blinked open and Daisuke stared into them, itching to brush away the slight crust that had built up at the edges. “...Sorry I made you come over like this.”
Daisuke shook his head, giving in and brushing the mess of Ken’s bangs out of his face. “I wanted to.”
He’d needed to. Needed Ken close by, the thrum of their spiritual connection not even enough for him, needed the physicality of skin against skin.
God he wanted to kiss Ken so bad. He lifted himself up on his spread hands, pausing as he hovered over Ken in his loft, his breath hitching. If he just - went back down, covered Ken with himself, drank him up and slotted between his legs -
The horrible vision of Demon doing just that flared across his memories and he scampered down the ladder.
“I’ll make us some breakfast, see you in a bit?”
“Daisuke, wait.” Ken stopped his advancing just as he reached Ken’s doorknob, and he turned back to find Ken reaching his hand down from the loft. It was obvious Ken didn’t want to let go yet.
Daisuke hadn’t either, not really. He walked over and gripped Ken’s hand, giving it a squeeze.
“I’m still...glad you came. Even if you wanted to. Thank you.”
“I’ll always be here, Ken. I’ll always come.”
Ken smiled down at him, wavering slightly half-pressed against his pillow. “I know.”
He had to go back to Odaiba after throwing together some fried egg to put on top of the rice along with the miso soup Mama - Mrs. Ichijouji always had on hand for quick breakfasts, had to go back to his own school and leave Ken and that hurt even more today.
But going to school and having a whole day of distraction helped, and by the time he crashed back in his house after soccer club practice he’d completely forgotten about the nightmare that had left him sick and reeling most of the night.
He met Ken in the Digital World to hang out and relax, just enjoy his company as Paildramon played together, just feeling their jogress hum and pulse between them pleasantly until they had to go to bed.
And with a significantly lighter heart, Daisuke crashed into his bed.
He flew over the desert, the stars twinkling in the deep night sky that reminded him of Ken’s pretty hair, dropped down next to a metallic door dug into the rough-hewn rock, floating along over the floor.
There was no light source in here, but somehow he could still see, a halo of light flowing out around him and he realized as he looked around that the light was coming from himself, his skin glowing with soft golden light as he stared in fascination at his hand, turning it this way and that as it continued to shine.
The hallway opened up in a bigger room, the shadows mostly incomprehensible, his light not strong enough to penetrate into the deep crevices, but at least there was a little more light here from the bank of television monitors in the center, pale blue as they illuminated a hunched figure.
The world clicked into place as Daisuke realized said hunched over figure was Ken. He was wearing his old Kaiser outfit, looked exactly like he did back then, but it was absolutely Ken. He sucked in a breath and floated closer, only to be rebuffed at the edge of a hole in the ground, where metal gave way to curling black ooze, prismatic and pristine as he stared at the perfect cutout of the world.
“What the hell -?” His musing was cut off by a booming voice that snapped him to attention, Ken trapped in the middle of the circle and yet somehow not falling.
“You want to play with the darkness, little prince?” Smoke floated up behind him, the voice seeming to come from every corner where the dark grabbed and tugged at the edges of the room. “Be careful what you wish for.”
The smoke formed a too-thin torso, big enough to engulf Ken completely as arms extended out from it, lengthening and lengthening until they bent back at an angle to place themselves on either side of Ken, uncomfortably reminding Daisuke of the way he placed his hands this morning.
“I can show you true darkness.” The thing lowered down, its insubstantial form pressing Ken’s upper body down, lifting his hips high. Ken’s gloved hands shook and grasped at the nothingness around him, and Daisuke pressed his own against whatever barrier kept him apart, banging against it with his fists as he watched the dark form reached between Ken’s legs and knead at his groin through his tight pants.
“Give in. This is what you wanted. To be part of the darkness.” It pressed and Daisuke could feel as Ken gave in to the familiar touch. “You thought you wanted to control it, but that’s not how it works. That’s not what you really feel.”
Ken screamed as his attacker traced around his clothed cock, slowly hardening under its strangely soft caresses, and Daisuke could only watch as it forced Ken to a full erection. Daisuke pounded the barrier until the sides of his hands bled, yelling and screaming in an inane attempt to stop the darkness and this creature and whatever was happening right now.
Instead, he watched helplessly as the creature gripped Ken’s shaft as it bulged out of whatever fabric his Kaiser outfit had been digitized from, Ken writhing and panting as his sunglasses slipped and Daisuke could see it was his Ken, the real Ken, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears as his hips snapped into the monster’s grip.
A long, wispy tongue disconnected from the living shadow on top of Ken, stuffing inself into his vocal mouth and down his throat as it fucked him. That was the only word Daisuke could imagine for this, fucking, and as Ken came with a scream so loud not even the smoke stuffed inside him muffled it completely the voice boomed out again.
“This is what you want. This is all you deserve. You don’t deserve light, love, miracles.”
“That’s wrong!” Daisuke screamed, willing Ken to hear him instead of just that voice. “Ken, you deserve happiness, please, listen to me! Hear me!”
Daisuke jolted up in his bed, on his feet and climbing through his computer before registering anything else, popping back out in Ken’s bedroom.
He was still asleep, groaning and thrashing, his covers draped off the side of the loft and nearly falling off. Daisuke climbed up into the bed, grabbing the edge of the sheets and covering them both as he smashed their chests together.
“Ken, hear me, listen to my heart.” He didn’t even know what he was doing. Ken was clearly having a nightmare but that didn’t mean it was the same one he’d just had.
But Ken’s feelings lay just on the edge of his consciousness, and the idea that wasn’t affecting him too was getting harder to rationalize.
“Please, Ken. Please. I love you.”
Ken didn’t wake, but he did calm significantly, the fear slowly ebbing away and replaced by confusion and even some joy.
“I’ll - I’ll tell you someday when you’re awake.” Daisuke settled down next to Ken, his hand finding his chest and placing itself over his pecs, feeling him through his pajamas.
He should go back to his own room. Ken hadn’t asked him over, he didn’t even know he was here, hadn’t awoken even through all of that.
He drifted off with his hand placed protectively over Ken’s heart.
Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 2/?)
on 2021-04-09 06:50 am (UTC)i love that they went to the digital world just to hang out and jogress to calm them both down 🥺💖 too cute... but even that didnt stop the NIGHTMARES and this is just as fucked up and disturbing as the last, him being in the kaiser outfit wooooww and the image of devimon coming out of the floor and caressing him and then USIN THAT TONGUE BAYBEEE!!! god poor daisuke banging on the walls telling ken hes WRONG and he DOES deserve miracles and light ahsjdkgkg wow, its all so vivid and horrible and excellent... and the ending with daisuke just showing up to hold ken and feel his heart in the real world 🥺🥺🥺🥺 poor babies...
also daisuke glowing got a big ‼️‼️‼️ outta me omg gooood 😳💦💖
Re: FILL - (Underage) Surrender
on 2021-04-09 06:55 am (UTC)Tickling
on 2021-04-09 01:51 pm (UTC)Explicit and underage both allowed.
FILL: sex causes jogress (underage)
on 2021-04-09 02:52 pm (UTC)FILL - Our Bodies, Possessed by Light
on 2021-04-10 01:03 am (UTC)Their digimon hadn’t Jogress evolved for several years – there had been no need to. Daisuke and Ken hadn’t been inside Imperialdramon since the last time they had had to fight, and as they were standing in the little compartment, feeling the synchronised beat of their hearts pulsing in the walls, it was bringing back memories of that time when they were first tentatively getting to know each other. Their souls had been thrust into a powerful connection before they even knew basic things about each other like their favourite colour or favourite foods, but once they knew they were partners, once they knew they were bonded, they had let all the little details follow like trickles of sand in an hourglass.
Over the years, they had lost that boyish sense of wonder and all-consuming curiosity about the other, but they had gained so much more in the form of companionship, friendship, passion and love. They were now in a devoted relationship and had never once looked back.
“We’re back here, huh… Feels so nostalgic, doesn’t it?” Daisuke was looking around the small space, which felt even smaller now they had grown.
“Yeah… I wonder how long it’s been. It’s so surreal being inside Imperialdramon again…” Ken gazed out the window at the endless grasslands of the Digital World, bathed in gentle white moonlight. Imperialdramon had flown here after the fight was over to give them some time to reminisce in private. They stood together, holding hands that pulsed with their shared beat.
Daisuke chuckled. “Can you believe it, though? This is our digimon! These are our partners, isn’t that amazing?”
Ken nodded, just as amazed. “They’re still so strong, maybe even stronger than back then.”
“Our bond has become stronger too, don’t you think?” Daisuke nudged his boyfriend, who smiled back at him.
“Definitely.”
Being inside Imperialdramon again really did feel incredible. They already felt a heightened sense of connection since they were Jogressing – they felt completely in tune with each other’s emotions and state of mind. But actually being inside their fused partners on top of that meant that they both felt an intense sense of belonging, trust and protection as well. It was a mindblowing experience, and it certainly made Daisuke feel more than a little excited. It was like being in their own secret world, made specifically for them, made to keep them safe and protected. Nothing could reach them here. Being here with Ken like this… it was giving him certain ideas. And he was sure Ken was able to pick up on the way he was feeling, if their slightly elevated heartbeat was any indication.
When they were like this, no words were needed. They stared into each other’s eyes, mapping out each other’s feelings and laying their own ones bare, on the table, in the open. Daisuke let his adoration show on his face – not that he could have hidden it – and saw Ken’s love reflected in his eyes. More than seeing it, he could also feel it, right in his chest. The rhythm of their heartbeat thrummed with the intensity of the moment, of the sudden overwhelming sense of love and adoration they felt for each other.
Neither of them could tell who moved first, but they met in the middle in a hard, needy kiss, both pressing into the other. Daisuke smiled into it, and it made Ken smile too. They leaned into each other and breathed in, getting drunk off each other’s smell.
Eventually, Daisuke pulled back, smiling at Ken. Ken surged forward again, seeking more, more contact, more closeness. Daisuke leaned in and closed the gap, pressing a soft kiss onto Ken’s lips, who sighed in turn. This kiss was shorter than the last, Daisuke pulling away again. Ken wasn’t having any of it, though. He stared as if bewitched into Daisuke’s eyes, imploring him to come back. And Daisuke felt the pull, the strong desire swimming in Ken’s conscience, translating into Daisuke’s body. So he leaned in again, going for another, longer kiss, Ken wrapping his arms around his neck.
After a few minutes that felt like just seconds, Daisuke pulled back again to stare into Ken’s wanton eyes. He felt completely dazed, intoxicated by Ken’s presence. The other boy had an extremely strong effect on him, and he felt hot under the collar as he smiled giddily at his boyfriend. Ken smiled lazily back at him with hooded eyes, and Daisuke couldn’t handle how beautiful he looked. He felt a surge of love for Ken well inside him, urging him forward once again. He tilted his head and Ken tilted his the other way so they could make out properly, tongues coming out to twirl and play with each other.
They both sighed into it, melting into each other. They found a rhythm of slow, coordinated kisses, a soft ebb and flow of lips and tongue.
Their hearts were both racing now, electrifying Daisuke’s skin as he ran his hands all over Ken’s back. He loved Ken, loved his kind and gentle boyfriend, how pure his heart was, how shy he could be with strangers, how adorable he was, how smart he was, how determined and sweet and resilient he was… Daisuke felt a tremendous sense of pride swell in him, he was so proud of Ken and he was so proud to be his, to have Ken, to touch him like this…
Ken whimpered suddenly, and his arms tightened around Daisuke’s neck. Daisuke opened his eyes to check on him, and discovered a tear running down each of his flushed cheeks. Ken was shaking a little in his arms. Daisuke touched his cheeks gently, wiping the tears away. He felt a mass of confusing feelings from Ken, doubt and insecurity among them, swirling between faint hints of happiness and gratitude.
Ken, you are beautiful, he insisted. You own my heart and my soul. I love you, he thought with all his might. He felt with all his might. The emotion behind his words was carried on the invisible thread of connection between them, translating into a single chant inside their minds:
I love you I love you I love you I love you
The air between them was charged with electric energy, a forceful pull that made them unable to look away from each other, unable to stop their lips from connecting again. Their bodies rubbed together, and Daisuke heard Ken’s answering chant:
touch me touch me touch me touch me
They couldn’t get their clothes off fast enough. Daisuke tugged at Ken’s sweater, and Ken practically yanked Daisuke’s jacket off him. They needed to be close, needed to touch, needed skin to touch burning skin.
He thought back to the time he had met Ken, the time after he had persuaded Ken to join their group and they Jogressed for the first time. It had been a whirlwind romance – they had been so engrossed and fascinated by each other, always wanting to spend time together, always wanting to be close, to feel that sense of unity. Daisuke never wanted to feel without it ever again.
love me love me love me love me
Daisuke laid Ken gently down on the floor and laid on top of him, pressing their bare bodies together. They resumed their kiss, hands roaming and legs writhing together, sensitive body parts rubbing against each other. Ken broke away from him with a gasp and Daisuke latched on to his smooth, pale expanse of neck, licking and sucking bruises the colour of Ken’s eyes.
He moved lower, worshipping every part of Ken’s body – his tender nipples, his ribs, his belly button, his narrow hip bones and twitching cock. Ken cried and moaned and rolled his head around on the floor of their partners. Daisuke licked and stroked and fingered, their heartbeat pounding in his ears, riling him up and egging him on. When he finally pressed inside and they became one in the truest sense of the word, connected in every way, he had to still immediately to avoid cutting their experience short. Being inside their partners, being inside Ken, was the most beautiful sensation Daisuke had ever felt. He looked at Ken – his wide, dazed, ecstatic eyes – and knew he felt it too.
fill me fill me fill me fill me
Breathing, everything around them was breathing – the walls and the floor and the moonlight outside the window, they were all breathing in the same fast, frantic rhythm. Their hearts were trying to reach each other, and it was all Daisuke could do to pull his hips back and thrust them back in, trying to reach Ken, touch the furthest, deepest parts of him he never showed anyone but him. Ken cried out and grabbed for his hands and entwined their fingers, their rhythm building steadily until it was breathing in time with everything else around them.
love you love you love you love you so much
A brilliant white light enveloped them both, originating somewhere inside Imperialdramon, or maybe somewhere in their chests – a pulsing, blinding, wonderful light. It consumed everything, bathing everything in kindness and miracles, but they never stopped looking into each other’s eyes, never stopped that unbreakable chain of emotion, never stopped being pulled by that fluorescent string that connected them together, that had been pulling at them since they were eleven years old. Tears were escaping both of their eyes at the beauty, at the intensity, and Daisuke couldn’t stop the roaring wave that built and built until it finally crashed onto the shore, sending him tumbling over the edge of the precipice. Ken was right there with him, and they held each other tightly as they allowed themselves to fall, echoes of their pleasure reverberating through each other’s bodies. The light faded slowly as they collapsed on the floor in a heap of limbs, breathing heavily, completely blown away. They lay tangled there together while Imperialdramon continued to soar through the sky, keeping them aloft until dawn arrived.
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on 2021-04-10 01:12 am (UTC)Re: FILL - Our Bodies, Possessed by Light
on 2021-04-10 01:23 am (UTC)(Kizuna shorts spoilers) Jogress --> sex
on 2021-04-10 04:20 am (UTC)FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 3/?)
on 2021-04-10 08:26 am (UTC)He blinked open his eyes to see Ken chewing his lip as he rested on one elbow, piled up in the detritus of Ken’s bedding.
“G’morning?”
“Good morning? Daisuke, I don’t remember you staying the night.” Ken pouted and his puffy mussed lips looked even more appetizing - Daisuke shivered, the vision of Ken’s lips being so violated in the night still fresh.
“I - uh - I had a nightmare.”
Ken’s brows furrowed, the angle making sharp lines over his soft eyes. “You did? Are you okay?”
He didn’t know how to answer that. He was in one piece and Ken was next to him and didn’t look hurt but that didn’t make it go away. Didn’t make the images stop flashing across his eyes every time he blinked. Didn’t stop him from thinking about how vulnerable Ken had been, how an inkling in the back of his head kept him returning to the thought, they weren’t just dreams. They weren’t just his.
So instead of answering, he pulled Ken back down next to him, buried his face in the bared skin of his clavicle where his pajama top always rode down a bit, tantalizing him every night they slept over. His legs hooked under Ken’s knees, and he realized that he was just wearing the boxers he’d gone to sleep in last night, only Ken’s pristine clothes he swam in anyway keeping them apart. He laid there, just breathing him in, trying to hold in the hot tears threatening to spill from him, trying not to think about the taunting terrible things that shadow had said to Ken.
Ken hesitantly slid his hands up to return his clinging hug, finding and carding through his hair to pull at the knots and massage his scalp. “You don’t have to talk about it.”
The unsaid words you know I don’t hung between them, twinkling like fairy lights.
“But if you want to - I’m here for you.”
Daisuke had no idea how to begin to start. How was he supposed to ask Ken...if he’d dreamt the same thing? That was - insane, wild, but then again wasn’t jogress?
And he obviously didn’t want to talk about them in the first place. Daisuke didn’t want to bring up things that would only hurt Ken, only remind him. As bad as things felt for Daisuke they must be ten times worse for Ken, who had to actually - go through, feel it completely.
As completely as a dream could feel.
He stomped down his fears and worries, the bile receding back down his throat as he pulled back enough to lie face-to-face with Ken, the worry pouring out of him so much he didn’t even need their bond to feel it.
“I’m okay now. That I’m here. Sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want to - “ Wake him up? That wasn’t entirely true. If Daisuke could have pulled Ken out of that nightmare by waking him up he absolutely would have.
If he could have done anything to stop that nightmare he would have. Why had he been so - helpless? Why couldn’t he reach Ken, save him? He was supposed to save him.
“It’s alright.” Ken’s sharp cheeks tinged pink. “I don’t mind. I like when you’re...here. I sleep better.”
“Well...I’ll start here tonight, at least.” Daisuke attempted a chuckle but not even he could make it convincing. “We’re...we’re still on for our sleepover, yeah?”
“Of course.”
He breathed a sigh of relief, still convinced Ken would stop wanting to have sleepovers with him eventually, even though he hadn’t for years, continuing to smile and say yes to every invite, ask himself for Daisuke to come to his place.
It would be better. They could fall asleep together, curled up in Ken’s loft just the two of them.
“I’ll see you after school?”
“Yeah!”
He went through the day buoyed by the knowledge he got to see Ken and hang out with him for two whole uninterrupted days after this, but he kept getting distracted. The shadows of his school building seemed more sinister, and whenever he had a moment of peace it shattered against the window of his thoughts returning to what happened to Ken when he was asleep.
He skipped his last class, needing to get to the gates of Ken’s school and spend as much time as physically possible with him, keep him close and safe and make sure nothing and no one hurt him anymore.
He clung to the crook of Ken’s elbow on the walk home, earning them quite a few stares but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was being here, with Ken, getting to touch him and know that - that - nothing else had. Not out here.
“Let’s fall asleep while Jogressed.” He knew he was grasping at straws at this point, but maybe if he was closer, he could protect Ken, keep him safe from what he had convinced himself over the day was absolutely what Ken dreamed about, what he didn’t dare utter even to him in the dark of the night when it was just the two of them.
Ken didn’t even question his strange request, just let them meld into each other as light shone around them in his bedroom, Paildramon barely stuffing themselves under the loft and taking up most of the room, spine curling as their tail swung around and surrounded them and he fell asleep to the intoxicating swell of Ken’s slowing heart and deep, even breaths, his calm sleepy emotions a groundswell inside of him.
He felt the shaking, the rattling of the van - how did he know it was a van? - blinked open his eyes to dozens of empty eyes and blank smiles, all staring hungrily down at him.
He’d failed them all. He deserved to be punished.
He - Oikawa - stood up from his crouch in the back, hiding among the crowd, looming over him as he stroked the top of his head.
“You’re a good little boy, aren’t you?” He pulled back, bringing a couple strands back with him as they fell and -
Daisuke flexed his arms, to swing, to fight, tied down by the scarf around Ken’s body, trapped in this, memory-dream-nightmare
“Now be a good boy.”
Oikawa undid his belt and Daisuke knew what came next, he knew by now what Ken dreamt, what he felt and carried around inside him, the nightmares he couldn’t even let Daisuke help him with.
He cried along with Ken as Oikawa revealed his cock, poking out of his fly, his hands guiding Ken’s lips to the head and forcing himself deep, choking Ken on the intrusion, too much too big too fast -
Daisuke felt it all this time, every tear in his throat as Oikawa pushed further and further down, the way Ken’s lips ached from being pulled taut and opened, every cry of Ken’s sadness and fear and - horrifyingly under it all - his arousal. He felt Ken’s body react to the stimulation, beg to be touched itself, feeling dirty and used and too broken to be anything but this, a plaything for the darkness, never a good partner.
Oikawa’s seed poured into his mouth and he spit and spluttered, he didn’t want it inside him, didn’t want the darkness to scoop up any more of himself and replace it, but Oikawa simply pushed his softening cock, still so much bigger than him, down, down, until he had to swallow or choke completely and he did, he did, Daisuke please help me
Daisuke couldn’t stop it, but he reached out for Ken through their bond, cupped his soul in his hands and whispered sweet nothings to it, trying to convey how much he mattered, trying to comfort as best he could through the horror Ken was - reliving? He would have at least told him if this had really happened, right? - but Daisuke didn’t know that anymore.
He held on, not caring about that right now, only trying to comfort Ken through it, as they wracked themselves in nightmares.
Clothed sex
on 2021-04-10 09:07 am (UTC)Daisuke stays fully clothed and fucks Ken.
Re: Clothed sex
on 2021-04-10 09:26 am (UTC)Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 3/?)
on 2021-04-10 10:05 am (UTC)No words only perfection so fucking good ilu
Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 2/?)
on 2021-04-10 10:45 am (UTC)Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 3/?)
on 2021-04-10 10:53 am (UTC)FILL: couch cuddles + what if it was crest gems
on 2021-04-10 01:25 pm (UTC)“there’s a way we can do that, you know,” ken murmurs as he props himself up on his elbows, one finger still teasing the tender rim of daisuke’s crest. images of ken lying face down on the cushions as daisuke drives his soul into him from behind to merge them accompany his reminder, pushed directly into the fingers daisuke has pressed to his crest, along with a strong dose of *desire* that causes them to curl with anticipation over ken’s neck. daisuke takes a deep breath as his crest’s light intensifies, cheeks flushing pink.
“actually,” he replies softly, “i have a better idea.”
as tempting as it is to flip ken over and have his way with him right here in the living room, he has something softer in mind. ken nods, his crest blooming with bright curiosity under daisuke’s fingers.
“turn around.”
obediently, ken sits himself up fully and shifts to face the opposite direction, the blanket pooling in his lap. daisuke settles back on the pillows he’s leaning against, his crest glowing warmly in invitation as he instructs, “now lie back.”
ken clutches the cushions as he slowly lowers himself back down upon him, breath catching the moment their crests clink together when his neck meets daisuke’s chest. their minds instantly merge into one upon contact, each sensation shared between them so smoothly that they can’t tell the difference at all. daisuke can feel the weight upon his chest as well as the heat against his back, feel the gentle tug of his own roaming hands carding through silky hair as his lungs fill with ken’s sigh of contentment.
“muchbetter,” ken agrees, and the words fall from both their lips, a unanimous expression of how comfortable they are being together.
FILL: couch cuddles + what if it was crest gems
on 2021-04-10 01:28 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: couch cuddles + what if it was crest gems
on 2021-04-10 09:19 pm (UTC)