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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

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(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!

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guuuuh this is so soft and perfect and I love it sooooo much.....GOD this spooning is the BEST THINGS EVER

“Come on, Daisuke! Have another!” Taichi hands Daisuke another beer and slaps him on the back, and Daisuke accepts it, cracking it open clumsily and knocking it back. He takes a gasping breath after coming up from chugging it, and his bleary eyes find Ken from all the way across the room. He walks over with an unsteady but cheerful spring in his step, flinging himself onto Ken’s lap where he sits huddled on the sofa in the corner.
“Keeen! I missed you!” he exclaims loudly in Ken’s ear, flinging his arms around Ken’s neck. Heat immediately gathers in Ken’s face and neck, and the insatiable beast within him gives a pleased purr at the feeling of Daisuke touching him so much. He feels the sinful rub of Daisuke’s thighs on top of his own and has to bite his lip to keep from squirming.
“Did’you miss me too?” Daisuke draws the word out and giggles. Ken sighs – his best friend is completely sloshed. Taichi and his friends are currently hosting a graduation party for Takeru, Hikari, Daisuke and Ken, who have all graduated high school this month. It was originally supposed to be a casual party without any alcohol, but Taichi insisted on bringing drinks and has been freely offering them to the minors all evening. Ken has steadfastly refused every offer that has come his way, but Daisuke wasn’t able to resist the temptation of getting a taste of alcohol – nor the chance to impress his seniors, it seems. He has now finished his fourth beer – Ken has been keeping count – and is growing rapidly more unruly. Plus, he’s touchier than ever.
“You were chatting to me like two seconds ago, Daisuke,” Ken tells him, putting up a huffy front even though his heart is secretly doing somersaults.
“Really? Seems like ages ago t’me.” Daisuke is slurring his words slightly, and he’s talking way too loudly in Ken’s ear.
“Will you talk to me s’more, then? Have a drink with me?” He swears he can feel Daisuke’s lips touch his ear. Waves of heat cascade through his body. Daisuke is his best friend. He can’t afford risking their friendship. But having him here in his lap, so close to him, breathing in his ear, sending shivers down his neck… he isn’t sure how much more of this he can handle.
“… I think you’ve had quite enough drinks for tonight.” As much as he secretly enjoys Daisuke’s touches, he doesn’t want his friend to suffer more than necessary in the morning.
“Come on, dun’ be shuch a party pooper!” Daisuke protests, digging his face into Ken’s neck and breathing deep. “Mmm… You smell reaaally good…”
Ken glances surreptitiously around the room. The loud crowd of people in the room aren’t paying any attention to the two of them, huddled in the far corner as they are. He allows himself to bring a hesitant hand up to touch Daisuke’s back in a sort of half-hug. His friend revels in this attention, hugging himself even closer. One of his hands travels down Ken’s chest, dragging the fabric of his t-shirt along with it.
“Feels so good to hold you… Wanna hold you aaall th’ time…” he mumbles against Ken’s skin, which grows impossibly hot at his words. That sinful beast in him rears its ugly head. Daisuke is drunk – he doesn’t really mean it. Although Daisuke is typically touchy-feely with him, he doesn’t actually have feelings for Ken. After all, if he did, he would have said something by now, wouldn’t he? Daisuke isn’t the type to think much before he acts or speaks. Surely he wouldn’t be able to hold a secret like this for very long – not like Ken can.
“Y’know, Ken, y’re real… pretty, did’ya know that?” Daisuke lifts his head to look at him with a satisfied little grin on his face.
Ken gasps. Drunk or not, Daisuke has never said anything like that to him before.
He stares at Daisuke, at the warm gold swimming in his eyes. If only he weren’t so drunk – if only Ken’s insides would stop fluttering incessantly. If only Ken could have what he wants. It’s only Daisuke, only him – it will only ever be Daisuke.
“Oi, you two! Stop making out on the couch and come join the game!”
The abrupt call from Yamato startles Ken right out of his reverie and he leans away from Daisuke as if burned, shame pooling hot in his gut.

Nooooooooo
Ignore the game and START making out on the couch!!

Ken is very ticklish, and Daisuke enjoys taking advantage of that...

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30605666

it’s impossible for daisuke to resist the even tempo of ken’s sleeping heart beating beside him; if he can’t feel it inside himself, he has to at least listen to it if he ever wants to relax enough to doze off too. he’s sure ken will wake up when he fumbles his shirt open and lays his ear to his chest, but only one part of him seems to respond to his touches, forming a modest tent in his pajama pants. it’s then daisuke realizes how helpless he is to resist any part of ken, because soon enough he’s touching, rubbing, tugging that too to hear his heart jump and sputter, and when ken does finally wake on the cusp of overflowing, it’s daisuke’s name that spills from his lips.

Ken laid in bed, feeling the tension built up during the day slowly start to wash out of him. He stretched his legs out and tried to get to sleep, but his thoughts were preoccupied by a certain auburn-haired boy – the same one who always seemed to be running through his mind. Today, they had gone to the park and messed about, kicked a ball around and climbed some trees. Ken had been transfixed watching the wiry muscles in his friend’s arms work as he hoisted himself up and hung from branches. His golden skin had glowed in the afternoon sun, and his chestnut eyes had glimmered. Ken had wanted to touch his skin, wanted Daisuke to whisper secrets to him under the canopy of leaves and kiss him, right there were anyone could see. Ken’s blood was rushing and his heart had picked up, making him feel hot and flustered and unfulfilled. He moved one of his hands slowly down to touch himself over his pajama pants, feel the growing heat between his legs. He bit his lip and moved under the waistband to hold his firming cock, heart bumping noisily in his chest.

-

Daisuke suddenly felt his heart jumping and stuttering in his chest. He had been lying in bed trying to sleep, but the irregular fits and starts of his heart could only mean one thing: Ken was in trouble. The only time he felt his heartbeat escalate like this at night was when Ken was having a nightmare or an anxiety attack. He immediately reached for his phone and sent off an e-mail asking if everything was alright. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, didn’t want to assume. But he had to know. He folded his hands behind his head and stared up at the dark ceiling.

-

Ken’s breath hitched as he rubbed himself slowly, stroking gently over his head and thumbing the wetness there. How would Daisuke touch him? He’d probably be a little rough—Ken bit his lip as his hands moved a bit faster, a bit harder against himself. He liked doing it this way, imagining it was Daisuke who was touching him, whispering in his ear how much he wanted him. He shuddered with pleasure at the thought, even as a twinge of bitterness took hold of him at the thought that immediately followed – that it would never be true.

-

Daisuke tossed and turned, unable to relax with the phantom heartbeat still drumming within him. He checked his phone again. He’d sent a few more e-mails, each more desperate than the last, but there was no reply. Ken had to be having one of his horrific nightmares, the ones he wouldn’t tell Daisuke about. But even if he wouldn’t tell him, Daisuke could still help him through them. He just had to get to him, be with him and hold him and tell him everything would be alright. That’s right – he had to find Ken. His heart had to join up with its twin. He had jumped up and disappeared into his computer before he could second guess himself.

-

Ken’s breath was coming out in hot puffs, both hands under his pajamas, touching himself fast and hard, just like he liked it. Daisuke’s face swam in his mind as his jaw slackened and he whined under his breath. He was almost there, just a little bit more until he reached that perfect peak, that brilliant cliff’s edge—Suddenly, his room lit up with a blinding light. He immediately stopped what he was doing, freezing up and staring down at his computer. Someone was standing there. His heart jumped into his throat at the thought of Archnemon, of Mummymon or Demon or even Oikawa – but that had been years ago. They were gone, couldn’t hurt him anymore. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness again, he saw none other than his best friend coming towards his ladder and starting the ascent.

-

Daisuke touched base in the Digital World and made a beeline for the gate he knew was connected to Ken’s bedroom. He arrived there in a flash and started to climb the ladder to the loft bed, but when he popped his head up he was astonished to see that Ken was awake. What’s more, he was staring at Daisuke with a look of utter horror on his face. Daisuke sweated. Ken must have just woken up from a terrible nightmare. He had to go and comfort him! He scrambled up the ladder and into Ken’s bed, but as he went to get in next to him, he noticed several crucial details: his friend’s hair was disheveled, there was a dark blush on his cheeks that stood out on his pale face even in the dark of the room, and both of his hands were buried inside his pajama pants. The drum of his heart escalated to a feverish pitch.

-

“D-Daisuke? Wh-what are you doing here?” Ken let out in a shaky voice. He had frozen completely stiff with his hands down his pants – in other words, the absolute worst thinkable thing he could have happen in front of his crush. He was still holding himself, shielded only by the thin cotton of his pajamas – the blanket had long been kicked off. He throbbed in his own grip, still painfully hard. As much as he wanted to move his hands, remove himself from this completely mortifying situation, he physically couldn’t move from the shock. Having Daisuke so close to him didn’t help – Daisuke was right there next to him, gaze fixed on the conspicuous bulge in his lap. His eyes were wide as saucers.
“Ken – I – I thought—” he stammered. “I felt your heart beating really fast, so I thought – I thought you were having a nightmare…”
Ken’s face was so hot, it felt like his entire head was pulsing – like he was a volcano waiting to erupt. Humiliated tears sprang into his eyes. “Daisuke…” It came out as half-whine, half-moan.
His friend’s eyes were still locked onto Ken’s groin. His blazing gaze sent a shockwave of heat spreading through Ken’s nether region, and his legs twitched involuntarily. He chanced a glance at Daisuke’s t-shirt and boxer-clad form, and his eyes widened when he caught sight of the tent in his boxers.
Caught in an awkward impasse, their eyes met in the dark of the room. Daisuke still hadn’t made a move to leave. Instead, he slowly moved a hand to his own chest and closed his eyes.
“I can still feel your heart… it’s so loud.” He chuckled a little, then moved imperceptibly closer, almost hanging over Ken. Ken brought his lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it viciously, eyeing his friend.
“Do you feel mine, too? In here?” Daisuke brought a hand up and pressed it slowly to Ken’s chest over his pajama top. Ken felt it, had been able to subtly feel the slower beat underneath his own all the time. It was stronger now, closer to Ken’s frantic drum, almost synchronised. He nodded.
“Do you feel that? They’re almost the same now.” Daisuke’s hand stroked against his chest in a feather light motion. He was breathing noticeably harder now, and Ken was too. He still hadn’t moved his hands – his cock throbbed and pulsed in his grasp. He gave a gentle squeeze and gasped.
“Daisuke…” he found himself whispering. It was a plea – for what, he wasn’t sure. Maybe anything. Daisuke was so close. The air between them was slow and treacle-thick.
It happened the second he felt their hearts collide – he didn’t know which of them moved first, perhaps they were both possessed by a sudden wave that made them surge forward, right into each other. Ken kissed Daisuke, Daisuke kissed Ken – it didn’t matter, they were suddenly sharing the same oxygen, passing it between themselves with frantic puffs of air and presses of lips. Daisuke’s hands wound around his shoulders, and Ken thought he should finally remove his hands from his pants when Daisuke grabbed his forearms, effectively stopping him.
“Can I – Can I watch you?” Daisuke asked, breathless. Ken stared at him, wide-eyed and red-faced. He nodded, worrying at his lip. Daisuke’s hands went to the waistband of his pants, helping him pull them down over his hips, exposing him to Daisuke’s heated gaze. He was still hard and aching. He moved trembling fingers up and down himself in a slow stroke and gasped at the sensation. Daisuke’s eyes on him made his movements tense and stuttering, but the heat that flowed through him was stronger than ever, made him stroke himself faster.
“Ah, Daisuke – Daisuke—” He couldn’t stop the words that flowed out of him – Daisuke’s name – couldn’t stop himself from asking for what he’d been wanting for so long.
“Touch me, touch me, please—”
And Daisuke closed his fingers around him, touched him just like he had imagined – hard and fast and soft and tight all at once. Ken wailed and came, spilling all his pent-up adoration, spilling it out through his lips, kissing his thanks all over Daisuke’s cheeks. Daisuke wasn’t far behind, thrusting fast and desperate against Ken’s bare thigh, rutting against him until he was all spent. They sank down in bed together, wrapped up in each other, legs tangled and fingers entwined, lips meeting in a simple promise.

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SO GOOD

aww, this is so romantic and beautiful~~ i loved how you really explored their state of being jogressed, having them feel each other’s thoughts and emotions and desires, feel the pull they have on each other! my favorite part was the description of the walls breathing around them and them breathing in time, how lovely 😍

GODDAMNIT KEN !!!! kiss the stupid fuck, THEN he’d realize he’d in love with you!!! but ahhh drunk touchy feely dai is so great, underage drunk is one of my fave tropes lol and this is perfect, ken just trying not to squirm while daisuke drapes himself aaaall over him... gosh, smelling and touching him, COMPLIMENTING HIM!! ken please give into the beast and eat his face immediately!!

OOOOF THIS FUCKING ROOOCKS when they get caught at the impasse omg!!! DHSJFJG ITS BOENR TIME BABEY!!!!! ngl my thighs clenched involuntarily when daisuke started TALKING about their HEARTS ... FUCK!!! that dialogue there was too good, him just awed and curious and HORNY, wanting to WATCH HIM, and then helping him out while rutting on him helloooo.... wow this is the tits i love it

WHAT IF KEN WAS
WHAAT IF
Soon after the series (maybe even during it?? If you can shove it in like, the dead space of the holy stones arc), Ken hears the call of Dagomon just like Hikari did. He starts spiraling into a depressive episode, and fading in and out, but luckily he has Daisuke notice and try to pull him out of it.
Instead, both of them end up falling in to the ocean together. Dagomon('s tentacles) rapes Ken (and Daisuke? If you want), and Daisuke ends up saving Ken by convincing him that he deserves better than this (he deserves Daisuke's looove)

Daisuke gasped as he came up from drowning in the darkness of Ken’s subconscious, instinctively reaching out and pressing himself close to Ken’s back. Ken’s labored breathing made it obvious he woke up too, at least, he wasn’t still trapped in there with Oikawa and -
And now Daisuke had to talk about it. He gulped and steeled himself, refusing to relinquish even an inch of his hold. “Did - did you have a nightmare?”
“Yes.”
“Me too.” Daisuke couldn’t hide from this anymore. “Was it...just a nightmare? Or...a memory?”
“Just a nightmare.” Ken covered his hands and squeezed, almost as if he was trying to comfort Daisuke now. “They’re not real. It’s okay.”
But they weren’t. Daisuke had always wanted to eradicate Ken’s nightmares, even before he became uncomfortably privy to their contents, and now he just wanted to destroy them more.
“Are you okay?” Ken half-turned towards Daisuke to look at him completely.
No. He wasn’t. “I’ve had...nightmares with you for three nights now.”
Ken stiffened, but put on a comforting smile. “With me?”
“I think...I think they’re the same nightmares.”
That made Ken turn away, staring off into the corner of the ceiling. “What do you mean?”
“I think I’m having *your* nightmares with you.”
“That’s crazy.” Ken’s face darkened more. “You didn’t - you weren’t even there the past two nights.”
“You probably just. Didn’t notice me.”
“Okay.” Ken shifted away from Daisuke, no longer touching him as much as possible, his legs shifting up and away and curling in on him. “Can we just. Forget it?”
“Forget it? Forget it?” How was he supposed to forget the horror and pain, the way those monsters touched and fondled his Ken?
How was he supposed to forget the glimpses of Ken’s psyche claiming he deserved it?
“Ken, you don’t - actually think that stuff, though, right?”
Ken curled up next to the railing, not even looking at him, and Daisuke dared himself to bridge the gap and touch Ken’s arm, needing to touch him somehow.
“You’re a great friend, an amazing partner.”
“Am I?” Ken finally said something back, at least not shrugging off Daisuke’s hand.
“Yes! Ken, you’re always here for me, helping me out and I just like hanging out with you, you’re cool and fun and - “ I love you.
“I’m...not sure about that. Can we please just - stop talking about this? Do something else?”
Fine. Fine. He could show Ken how wonderful and important he was.
But even as they hung out through the whole Saturday, Ken remained closed off, not even giving Daisuke a single one of his beautiful smiles and laughs, not even for his best jokes. He picked at the food Daisuke made, played games with him only half paying attention, barely spoke as Daisuke dragged him around the local shopping area in Tamachi for a bit of a walk.
“Do you wanna go to the digital world?”
Ken frowned once again at him. “Not really.”
“Come on! Let’s jogress!”
At that, Ken looked even more distraught, choking on his lungs. “I think...maybe we shouldn’t.”
Daisuke’s heart shattered. Ken basically always wanted to jogress, and he did too.
“Why?”
“I just...don’t think its a good idea. For tonight.”
Oh. Ken didn’t want him to see his nightmares anymore. But Daisuke did. Now that he knew. Now that he could, even if it hurt, even if it tore him apart inside, he had to be there and maybe, maybe help Ken.
Maybe if he went through enough he could figure out how to stop them.
“I want to help you, Ken.”
“...I don’t know.”
“Please. Please let me help you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Ken grabbed his hand, linking their fingers and staring at them. “It hurts you, doesn’t it? Seeing them. It’s okay. I’ve been having them for so long, I’m used to it, it’s not a big deal.”
“It is and I’m going to stop them!”
Ken looked up, cocking his head to the side with the first smile he made that day, even if it was far too sad for Daisuke’s liking. “I wish you could.”
In the end, Daisuke didn’t manage to convince Ken to jogress again, but at least he let him cuddle together in the loft, his hands roaming over every inch Ken let him, wanting to touch so much more and simultaneously feeling his stomach gurgle from the implications of that.
He would never touch Ken without his consent. But he thought about it. Oh he thought about how the rest of Ken’s body felt, how he would feel inside. He buried his heated face into the side of Ken’s head, his lips finding Ken’s ear and wanting, desperately, to touch and lick and taste.
He should sleep.
But that was so scary now. But he couldn’t leave Ken to fight this on his own.
He would find a way to help him fight.

Daisuke heard the crashing waves, stirring from his position draped onto half of Ken and protectively hovering over his chest, not even sure when he’d fallen asleep. He flicked his eyes open -
Except they weren’t in Ken’s bedroom. The sand shifted beneath them as he surveyed the world, deep grays and muted whites all turning his perception into slush.
There was no way this was real. But it felt different. The air smelled, the stench of salt and dead fish making him scrunch up his whole face at the assault, the sand susurussing in a light breeze that tickled his cheek.
“Ken?” He turned to see Ken staring up at the sky, his whole form tense like he was ready to bolt and yet trapped supine on the sand.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
Daisuke shifted himself to sitting on his knees, keeping one eye on Ken and the other looking around the edges of the beach. He couldn’t shake the intense shudders along his spine that they were being watched, the emptiness was a myth.
“I’m glad I am. I want to help you.”
Ken shook beneath him, his head thrashing from side to side. “No. You don’t belong here. You need to leave.”
“Not without you!”
“This isn’t like the other dreams!” Ken screamed, finally sitting up, hands flying to Daisuke’s face to hold him. “You want to protect me, I know, but I have to protect you. You don’t belong here. You have to leave.”
Daisuke covered Ken’s hands. “You don’t belong here either.”
“If that were true...” Ken looked off into the distance of the horizon, too calm and flat. “...I wouldn’t keep coming here, would I?”
Daisuke huffed, ready to argue his way into making sure Ken knew how great and important he was, but movement finally registered at his periphery.
Lots of movement.
The ground was no longer sand, but a writhing collection of overlapping tentacles, reaching out from the lapping waves towards them. One wrapped around Ken’s ankle and pulled so roughly he slipped out of Daisuke’s arms without warning.
He whipped around to get Ken back, but he had been snatched up, up into the air by his legs, the tentacle mass erupting from the sea foam as Ken’s shirt fell down from gravity.
His long, stick thin torso with his ribs almost visible fell on display, Daisuke reached up to try and pull him down and away from the monster, but one of the larger masses, the same size around as his entire torso, knocked the air out of his lungs as it swatted him away like a particularly annoying fly.
Ken’s breaths came in pants and fluttering moans as smaller, more dexterous appendages slid under his pants and up his legs. Daisuke saw the outline where they grabbed at his shins, finally filling the loose space of Ken’s oversized pajamas, and made another run to try and get Ken’s hands, pull him down and away and stop this.
“Please.” Ken locked eyes with him, at least before he got the wind knocked out of him again. “You don’t have to be here. You can leave.”
He wanted to shout at Ken, make him understand, he can leave too, but his words slipped away as he watched the tentacles work together to pull Ken’s pants and underwear down, pooling around his knees and he saw the tip of the corkscrews around his legs hook and keep them there, pulling his legs as far apart as they would go while trapped within the fabric.
A particularly shiny looking one threaded between his legs, fitting perfectly up against his groin and rubbing what Daisuke realized too late was some kind of gooey substance all over Ken.
Ken had given up on trying to convince him to leave, or maybe he simply couldn’t speak anymore, preoccupied with clenching his teeth and pursing his lips to try not to react to the unwanted touch. Even so, little desperate whimpers escaped out of his nose as his hips rocked in time with the pace the monster set, one of the smaller and more flexible tendrils wrapping around his erection as tightly as the others did around his legs.
Daisuke hadn’t seen all of it before, had only seen Ken being violated so nakedly from the back, and he had to look away from the sight of it. Maybe he should have left like Ken asked, he wasn’t helping at all and now he’d seen - things Ken would never have wanted him to. He collapsed onto his knees, burying his fingers in the soft sand.
He heard Ken’s gasping cry and involuntarily looked back up to see Ken’s face, flush with blood pumping through him, being penetrated by one of the smaller tentacles. He was hard, leaking out clear pre-cum that made Daisuke stiffen the slightest upon seeing, feeling helpless and disgusting for it.
A second joined the first, slipping inside with the aid of the obvious lubrication the creature was providing, and Ken’s hips undulated forward and back in the very limited range he could even move. Daisuke hated himself for every second he watched the tentacles snap inside and drag themselves out, in counterpoint to each other so Ken always remained stuffed full.
He had no idea how long it would last, how long he could handle seeing this and being utterly unable to do anything to help or stop it, his own impotence tearing him utterly in twain until he saw with perfect clarity Ken’s face shift as his eyes rolled back, watched in disgust with himself, with the nightmare, with the world, as cum spurted out of Ken.
He didn’t know how, but he was never going to let this happen to Ken again.

aaaahhhh this keeps being amazing! loved ken's reaction to daisuke telling him he's been having the same dreams as him. "it's not a big deal" yeah right ken!!! only he thinks it is because he's been living it for so long UGH. and then "i wish you could" :(((
and they're finally conscious in the dream together, wahhh extra angsty... the atmosphere of the dreamscape/dark ocean is really good, the ground suddenly turning into tentacles??? horrific. and yes, i did enjoy the tentacles, thank you very much. so angsty & evil & delicious... *slurp*

wheeeew i just caught up on this and the last installment and god you are so perfectly in your element with this fic. it’s so eerie and heartbreaking and disgusting and sexy, you’re just nailing this prompt better than anyone else ever could have, it’s incredible!! excited for what comes next and hoping that daisuke can really stop them 😭

filled on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/30641510

Daisuke’s groin gets hurt while he’s doing something reckless, so Ken gives it a massage. This massage can be with Ken’s hands, mouth or both.

Daisuke had been looking forward to this all day – the moment he got to be alone with Ken, the moment he got to have him all to himself, pin him down and have his way with him. Yet another long day at work was over, and though Ken was tired from dealing with people all day, Daisuke still had bundles of energy he needed to work off. Luckily, he knew exactly how to fix that.
He pushed Ken down on the bed and crawled on top of him, never breaking their heated kiss. His hands roamed restlessly over Ken’s shoulders and torso, and Ken’s came round him and stroked up and down his back, sending pleasant shivers traveling down his spine. He only pulled away briefly to pull his shirt off and chuck it out of the way, then tugged at the end of Ken’s shirt and helped him take that off too. They explored the skin each of them revealed, smooth stomachs, firm dips and ridges of bone and muscle, dusky nipples and happy trails leading to places they now both knew very well. Daisuke eagerly followed the trail, kissing and suckling at tender skin. Ken sighed somewhere above him, head leaned back against their pillow. Daisuke helped get his pants off, then got rid of his own too, kicking them into the corner. He sucked Ken’s cock into his mouth and bobbed his head a few times – he was already hard and ready. He glanced up and they shared a secret look, a twin heat burning between them.
Daisuke got out the lube and started preparing himself, eagerly shoving two fingers in and pumping them in and out. Ken was watching him with a fond twinkle in his eyes, a look that nonetheless oozed with want. It made Daisuke move his fingers faster, rocking his hips into them, making his insides wet and ready. With a pant, he drew his fingers out and got on top of Ken, straddling him and slowly sinking down onto his cock. He braced his hands on Ken’s chest, and Ken’s hands came up to hold his hips, keeping him steady. He sat himself fully down and wiggled around, getting comfortable.
Using his hands and knees for leverage, Daisuke began to move his hips, slowly finding a rhythm – the one he knew both he and Ken liked. He knew just how to move his hips to stimulate himself with Ken’s cock, and he gasped when he felt his prostate being prodded. It made him jerk his hips faster, trying to feel more of the same spine-melting sensation.
This was exactly what he needed after a long day. He needed to unwind completely, needed to unravel in Ken’s arms. Daisuke was moaning uncontrollably as he bounced and grinded, mind turning into mush at the pleasure licking up his spine. He rode Ken fast and hard, feeling his cock hit that perfect place inside of him again and again, making him cry out and bite his lip. Ken was stroking his face, his hair, gazing up at him lovingly. Daisuke smiled back, full of love, so happy he was there in that moment, loving Ken. He came while gazing deeply into Ken’s violet eyes, counting their every star. His hips jerked and stuttered as he spilled all over Ken’s chest and stomach. After he had stopped moving, Ken grabbed onto his hips and thrust up into him a few times until he came inside of him with a shudder and gasp. They finally collapsed on the bed together, ready to cuddle the night away.

Ken falls asleep laying on Daisuke’s lap with Daisuke carding his fingers through his hair, which leads to him having a rare pleasant dream instead of a nightmare.

Smut isn’t really what I had in mind for this, more just straight fluff.

Daisuke and Ken are 12 years old and have just started dating. They’re both excited and nervous for their first date. How will it go?!
Lots of fluff, cheese and awkward first date vibes please!

filled this as a sequel/add-on to my "sharing desserts" fill! https://archiveofourown.org/works/30641510/chapters/75647516

His PJ has already been too small before he gained a bit of weight. But now he can't even button it up fully anymore and his tummy spills out. Ken is supposed to sleep but he can't keep his hands to himself.

Ken is a very distracting study date.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30662237

(Okay, I know there's already a sexy tutoring prompt, but this is a little more specific...)

Daisuke is struggling with learning human anatomy, specifically the skeleton (no idea if this is actually a thing you regularly learn in Japanese HS but oh well). And since Ken is so smart and so goddamn bony and Daisuke is so *cough cough* hands-on, Daisuke asks him if he can show him where the actual bones are on a real person...like, say on Ken.
So yeah. Ken laying on a bed in his underwear while Daisuke asks about his bones as he runs his hands over Ken's bare skin and actually feels them. Obviously Ken should be as nerdy as possible while being super turned on by the whole thing.

Companion piece/second part to "Heart day's night", filled in another post: https://daiken-kink-meme.dreamwidth.org/791.html?thread=83223#cmt83223

(tw: mild suicidal ideation)

Ken’s life had been complicated enough as it was – he certainly didn’t need any more chaos coming out of nowhere to barrel him over. But he supposed he had been foolish to expect anything else – that life would give him a break for once. He had thought he wouldn’t need to worry about anything anymore. But a certain goggle-sporting boy had slapped him and straightened him out, located and unraveled his knots immediately.
Before either of them knew what was happening, their bodies and minds were irreversibly linked. He felt Motomiya’s – Daisuke’s – bravery, his wonder and his awe. His blazing determination, his conviction. Daisuke never doubted, not once. It made Ken feel brave, too, for the brief, bewildering span of their connection. Then it was all over, just as suddenly as it had started. Ken had suddenly been alone in his body, a sensation that felt unsettling and strange even though he had lived his entire life that way. He felt vacant, stretched – and it only served as a reminder that those things weren’t for him. Those feelings weren’t for him, those people weren’t for him, this life wasn’t one he could live so insouciantly.
And yet… he had felt Daisuke’s heartbeat. And he was lying in bed now, hand over his chest and feeling his own heart, wondering what it all meant. Wondering why he kept thinking about it. He pulled his knees up to his chest and clutched his hands over his heart, willing the uncomfortable tingling sensation in his groin to go away. He didn’t understand. Every person on Earth had a heartbeat – it was the most natural thing in the world, a requirement for being alive. So why did the idea of Daisuke’s make him feel so hot and embarrassed? Why did the idea of the matching flow of the fleshy organs keeping them both alive excite him so much?

*

Ken lay in bed, legs curled up underneath him, hands over his ears. In the darkness behind his closed eyelids, he lay still and concentrated. Beyond the rushing and rumbling of skin and blood, he heard the pulsing in his ears, the faint whisper of a pulse in his hands. He bit his lip. He shouldn’t be doing this. Why was he so obsessed with the memory of it? The sensation of another’s heartbeat jumping to life inside his chest… He was well aware of the implications. That the two of them were connected, that they were one. But what did it all mean? He had already resolved to sort everything out on his own, put an end to it all. But Daisuke had been able to convince him so easily with his words, that life was something worth living, that he should never give up on trying to live. There were still so many things he didn’t understand. Daisuke could make him change his entire outlook with just one slap, one impassioned speech. He felt his cheeks warm slightly at the thought. Daisuke had implored him to keep on living. The other boy cared – at least to some extent – whether he lived or died. Somehow, something within them had reached out and become entwined in that moment. It was beyond all reason and logic – Ken still couldn’t comprehend how or why it had happened. But he hadn’t been able to forget the sensation, not for a second. The feeling of their heartbeats merging shattered all his foundations and he was left fumbling in the dark. He had felt a piece of Daisuke’s soul and he wanted it back, back inside of him where it belonged. He might not want to admit it, but he knew nonetheless: they were twin souls, destined to find each other.
His nether region pulsed and itched and ached, but he didn’t dare touch it. It scared him. He had never felt like this before, had no idea how to deal with his predicament down below. Rationally, he knew this was a natural physiological response. But what was it a response to? The most terrifying possibilities flew through his mind like a horrific slide show: perhaps that unsettling woman had snuck into his room again while he was sleeping and done something to him, maybe she had given him poison and this was his body’s reaction to it? Maybe he was dying slowly, he just didn’t know. Was that why his heart was so worked up, his mind so delirious with thoughts of the boy in the flame jacket?
He had been scared. After Paildramon had blown up the base, Daisuke had reached out his hand. And Ken had turned away. Everything was too real, too close. It was too overwhelming to still be alive. He didn’t have any plan for what to do from now on – he still had to defeat the evil that lurked in the shadows, snuck into his room in the middle of the night, but everything was happening so fast. Daisuke had looked so delighted at the idea of being Ken’s partner, and he had been so disappointed when Ken walked away. Ken’s heart had given a wistful twinge, feeling suddenly wide open and vulnerable, a lone antelope on the savannah.

*

Ken tossed and turned in bed, sweating buckets. He pinched his knees together and tried to ignore the heat between his legs, but he couldn’t stop fantasizing about Daisuke, imagining their hearts speaking to each other in faint pink murmurs. He touched his hand to his chest for the umpteenth time, pressing against the heated skin there, trying to push his hand inside – maybe he would find Daisuke.
Leafmon was on the pillow beside him, gently bouncing up and down and watching him. His little partner had reassured him, night after night, that what had happened had been a positive thing, even necessary. Leafmon had spoken of how he felt when fused with XV-mon and it mirrored Ken’s feelings so closely he had to doubt all his theories about evil Digimon messing with his body.
"Ken-chan, I have a heartbeat too, you know? Do you want to feel it?" Leafmon spoke up. Ken stilled his restless movements at that, stopped to consider the idea. For some reason, as much as he had pictured Daisuke’s heart, he hadn’t considered that his own Digimon had one as well – and that he could feel it. He picked Leafmon up and brought him up to his ear, held his plushy green body against it and concentrated.
He heard it: a rapid pulse, like that of a small bird. Excited, he moved Leafmon down to his chest and laid him over his heart, desperate to connect the two rhythms. He squeezed his eyes shut and remembered: Daisuke’s steady, reliable pulse and his intense, blazing eyes. Ken felt hot all over, his own heart speeding up, but he couldn’t keep up with his Digimon’s dizzyingly fast pulse.
He moved Leafmon down and brought a hand to his own heart, feeling the steady lub-dub, the familiar rhythm. He knew his heart valves were working, opening and snapping shut, pumping blood through his veins. What if Daisuke were here? What if Daisuke laid on top of him and connected their chests?
Ken kicked off his blankets and tried to make his body calm down, counting to ten over and over again.

*

It was happening again. It was always the same: he had just laid down to sleep, had just gotten calm and comfortable, when the thoughts came back. They were only getting more intense: Daisuke touching his own chest and smiling at him, Daisuke stroking Ken’s chest gently and lovingly, Daisuke lying on top of him and smashing their hearts together, trying to get as close as possible, trying to burrow through. The same thoughts plagued him every night, his whole body uncomfortable and warm. Sometimes he even woke up like that. He still didn’t know what to do, but had resolved to keep ignoring the issue until it went away.
He rolled over onto his stomach and hugged his pillow, and suddenly his groin was pressing very pleasurably against his mattress. His breath hitched. He immediately rolled over again, fear gripping his heart, making it jump and gallop. That didn’t help his situation – he bit his lip so hard it hurt, hovering one hand over his stomach.
With trembling fingers, he finally gave in. He snaked his hand down and pressed it against himself over his pajamas. His hips jerked into his hand and he gasped, shocked at how good the pressure felt. Guilt and shame flooded him, but he started moving his hand, rubbing it up and down and in small circles, caught up in the overwhelming sensations. He was pushing out gusts of air with every shaky exhale, face flaming hot, hips twitching. His other hand went to his chest, feeling out the vibrations and palpitations of his heart. Daisuke filled his mind: he remembered what it felt like, being Daisuke for just a short moment in time, feeling confident and brave. He remembered their shared heartbeat thundering as they ran, then slowing as they discussed what to do, then picking up again as the adrenaline and fear caught up with them. He wanted to feel it again, would do anything, anything to feel their connection, feel their souls meet and sing with crystal clear voices--
His hand was moving fast, he couldn’t stop now, couldn’t stop the flow of blood rushing in his ears, pulsing in his veins until suddenly it was all too much, all too overwhelming, too hard and fast and close. He tripped over the edge, pleasure thrumming through his body, heart running and running in his chest. Relief cascaded through him as all his tension escaped his body and he was finally able to relax.
He stared at the ceiling, panting and wide-eyed. Maybe that hadn’t felt so bad.

Omg this is so good. He's just So Upset about this.
But fuuuuuck! Thr image of Daisuke stroking his heart GAAAAAAHHH YES GOOD THINK ABOUT THAT WHILE YOU COME!!

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(CLOSED) Daiken Prompts 1

Re: FILL: couch cuddles + what if it was crest gems

FILL - Liquid Courage (Underage, Intoxication)

Re: FILL - Liquid Courage (Underage, Intoxication)

FILL - just as you are

(Dub-con/Non-con/underage) somno heartbeat handjob

FILL - Exposure

Re: FILL - Exposure

Re: FILL - Our Bodies, Possessed by Light

Re: FILL - Liquid Courage (Underage, Intoxication)

Re: FILL - Exposure

(non-con) tentacle rape

FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 4/?)

Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 4/?)

Re: FILL - In Our Bedroom After The War (Part 4/?)

FILL: simple & sweet

Cock and Ball Therapy

FILL - Daisuke rides Ken

Hair Playing-induced Dream

First date

FILL: simple & sweet chapter 2

(Somno/Non-Con) Pudgy Tummy Spill

FILL - undivided attention

(Underage) Daisuke asks for help with human anatomy

FILL - Heart Day's Night II

Re: FILL - Heart Day's Night II