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(*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!
FILL - tear me to pieces (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2021-04-28 08:37 am (UTC)(link)Ken panted between bouts of awkward laughter, cheeks red and eyes hazy.
They were just goofing around in Daisuke's living room, all fresh and clean and smelling like Daisuke's citrus shampoo after playing 1v1 all afternoon. Ken had kept tugging strands of his damp hair close to his nose and closing his eyes and inhaling deep. He was being weird.
So Daisuke had tackled him and started messing around. They had tumbled around the carpet, bumping into the table, tickling each other, nearly mowing down Jun till she snarled at them—snarled at Daisuke for "corrupting" the perfectly smart and proper Ichijouji Ken—and stalked off to her room.
Ken kept laughing, kept tussling with him, but Daisuke knew something about Jun's stupid words was bugging him. His movements were stilted now, restrained.
"What's wrong?"
Daisuke hovered above him, heaving from exertion, one leg tucked between Ken's thighs, and Ken stared up at him with big dilated eyes, glazed over and glistening. "D-Daisuke…"
He swallowed.
Daisuke had always liked the way Ken said his name. Perhaps because he had taken so long to adjust to using his given name—and he still occasionally reverted to Motomiya when he was uncomfortable.
But something about the way Ken said his name now sent a jolt down his spine.
He'd definitely be thinking about that, hearing his name in that soft voice, while falling asleep tonight. And again when he lay down in bed for an afternoon nap after Ken went home tomorrow.
Yes, Daisuke would think about Ken's gentle voice and his flushed face and the way his panting breaths filled his ears and made his brain all fuzzy and confused.
Ken squirmed under him, his hips jerking wildly in his attempt to escape. "N-nothing, it's nothing," he gasped.
Daisuke pressed closer, irritation drawing a scowl to his lips.
This was definitely not nothing.
"Talk to me!"
But Ken just squirmed more, his face scrunching up, and Daisuke could feel the way his body shook and quivered—and realized too late it was having an effect on his too.
Daisuke started to move back so Ken wouldn't notice his arousal, but Ken gripped his arm, his big eyes begging him not to go, his body shaking and jerking harder, and then, suddenly, Ken stopped writhing.
He lay there, red-faced and panting harder than Daisuke had ever seen him pant and whimpering Daisuke's name.
Daisuke wanted to cant his hips and rock into Ken's, but that would be so wrong.
When Ken finally managed to calm his breathing, he scrambled out from under Daisuke—and Daisuke let him, too ashamed of his own desires to put his foot down and try to get some answers from his best friend.
Except, as Ken shifted farther and farther away, Daisuke couldn't help staring.
Because something wet was soaking through the front of Ken's pajama pants.
Daisuke's mouth went dry. "Um, Ken?"
"It's, it's nothing," Ken insisted in his panic. "I'm fine."
He tried to shift away and examine his situation, but Daisuke watched every tiny movement, fascinated, enthralled, aching with arousal.
Ken looked so distraught, so shaken, so confused.
"Hey, Ken?" His voice was barely a whisper, but it made Ken turn and look at him. "You've come before…right?"
But his pretty blue-violet eyes filled with unspoken realization and fear, and he stumbled to his feet, shaking his head. "I have to go home!"
Daisuke could only stare in shock as Ken rushed to his room and came out a moment later wearing new clothes—day clothes—and his bag and a very confused Wormmon and headed to the entryway without a word, barely pausing to don his shoes in the genkan before disappearing out the front door.
Even as he lay in bed that night, wondering how the fuck he could've done that better, how he could've convinced Ken to calm down and stay, Daisuke couldn't stop coming back to the fact that he'd given Ken his first orgasm. On his living room floor. By complete accident.
What a complete mess.
He tossed and turned, not falling asleep until late, and in the morning, Jun woke him up again, banging her fist on his door and yelling through it.
"Get your ass up, Daisuke! It's nearly eleven, and Ken-kun is already here. Aren't you two going to go to the park and practice?"
What the hell?
Re: FILL - tear me to pieces (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2021-04-28 09:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL - tear me to pieces (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2021-04-28 11:47 am (UTC)(link)FILL - tear me to pieces (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2021-04-28 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)Ken was in his bedroom, already dressed to play soccer, Wormmon tight in his arms, a mix of irritation and amusement in his eyes at the sight of Daisuke still in bed as he said, "I told you to go to bed sooner."
Just like yesterday.
He couldn't help snapping out the same reply as he twisted around in the sheets, burying himself deeper. "You were up just as late as I was."
They hadn't been able to get together on Friday like they normally did, but like a lot of week nights, they'd talked on the phone before bed.
Daisuke had taken the cordless phone from where it hung in the kitchen to his bedroom and talked to Ken until three in the morning. Okaa-san hated it when he did that, but he didn't care. If Ken was going to stay up and talk to him until the early hours of the morning, he wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
Ken had warned him multiple times during their conversation that Daisuke needed to go to bed so he could get some decent sleep, but as long as Daisuke had kept making up excuses to stay on the line, Ken hadn't hung up either.
"And yet I still managed to get up at 5:30," Ken said, shooting him a challenging look.
Daisuke rolled his eyes.
As much as he appreciated Ken's devotion to his regular morning jogs, he didn't understand how he could get up that early. Besides, he looked so stupid with Wormmon stuffed inside his hoodie.
"Come on then," Ken said, moving in and dropping his overnight bag by the foot of the bed. He deposited Wormmon by Chibimon, who was bouncing excitedly like the little traitor he was, and—Daisuke remembered too late—grabbed hold of the covers and tore them back.
Daisuke yelped at the cold.
But it was nothing compared to the way Ken's eyes widened and his face turned scarlet. He turned away, stammering, trying to hide behind his hair. "Hurry up and g-get dressed…"
When this had happened yesterday, Daisuke had been just as embarrassed, trying to hide the half-hard arousal tenting his boxers, but now, he was too focused on the way Ken stayed close even as he looked away, the way he kept glancing over his shoulder despite determinedly not looking.
There was a curiosity in that gaze—the curiosity of someone who's experienced that arousal but, for some bizarre reason, never done anything about it.
Daisuke throbbed at the thought.
He wanted to drag Ken down onto the bed, pull himself out, and show Ken what to do, how to pleasure himself. And yet…he didn't want Ken to figure out how to do it himself—then he'd have no reason to let Daisuke pleasure him.
Daisuke slipped from the bed, unable to be embarrassed by Ken's secretive glances, and moved toward his closet on autopilot.
But this was a dream.
It had to be. It was the only explanation.
"What, Ken?" He leaned into Ken's side, hooking an arm around his best friend's neck and dragging him closer. He pressed his erection into Ken's side, breath hitching at the pressure, and he ached with the desire to rut against Ken's thigh. "Scared of a little skin?"
Ken gulped, cheeks a darker red than he'd ever seen. "We should, we should, we should get going, right?"
Daisuke stifled a laugh and released his hold, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips for one last dose of that pressure as he pulled away. "Yeah, we should."
He got dressed quickly, and after scrambling around his mother in the kitchen for something resembling breakfast—dream or not, he was starving, and just like yesterday, there was one last onigiri he could grab and eat on the way to the park—and more than a couple arguments with Jun and his mom and then both, Daisuke finally managed to lead the way to Shiokaze Park, Ken trailing behind.
Today, Ken was the one who played poorly. Ken never played poorly, even when he thought he did, but today, he kept fumbling the ball, letting Daisuke in too close so he could steal it.
And hours later, while Ken washed away the sweat and grime from their long messy game and covered himself in the scent of Daisuke's own shampoo, Daisuke lay back on his bed, their partners curled up at his side, and wondered what the hell kind of dream this was. It was weirdly vivid and he'd been lucid all day and the events were too accurate to the previous day, down to Okaa-san's badgering the moment they'd gotten back to the apartment.
But how else could this be possible?
If he was lucid, he should be able to change more things, control the way things happen like he could in any other lucid dream he'd had.
Maybe here, in the safety of a dream, he could finally get up the courage—something he was supposed to have in abundance—to kiss his best friend. Maybe here, he could give Ken his first orgasm on purpose.
He looked up the moment Ken padded into the bedroom, towel slung around his neck to catch any water droplets still falling from his pretty hair.
Daisuke couldn't stop staring at him.
Yesterday, he'd already been in the living room, trying to pick out a movie they'd never actually watched, but now he got to watch Ken blush under his intense gaze and fiddle with something in his bag—it looked more like something to do to avoid looking at him than because he was actually doing something.
His eyes traced over Ken's bent form, following the soft lines and sharp ridges not so easily hidden by his pajamas.
Because he was wearing the pajamas.
They were his normal pajamas, of course. He'd gotten a cute lavender set last fall, and it was still way too big on him no matter how tall he got—Daisuke had been catching up to him that first half of sixth grade, but then Ken had to go and get taller, like it was out of spite—and it was, of course, the same set he'd worn yesterday.
Daisuke could still picture the darker patch at Ken's groin where his cum had seeped through, and his chest ached with the wish that he'd reached out and touched it, touched Ken.
When Ken finally pushed up, Daisuke cocked an eyebrow at his empty hands and patted the mattress beside him.
"I thought we were going to watch a movie?"
"In a little bit," he said with a shrug. "Sit with me. With us."
Wormmon watched with weary eyes, then tucked his head into Daisuke's side. Chibimon had been asleep for a while now, pressed against Wormmon's sectioned body.
Hesitantly, Ken slipped onto the edge of the bed, and Daisuke rolled his eyes before looping an arm around his waist and dragging him down, pulling him onto the mattress the way he'd wanted to so badly this morning.
Ken laughed, but his cheeks were flushed and he looked at Daisuke with dark dilated eyes.
He bit his lip, ignoring how much it might disturb the Digimon as he rolled onto his side to face Ken and wound up knocking their hips together, drawing a soft gasp from Ken's lovely mouth.
"I thought…movie?"
But Ken's stuttered words were overshadowed by the tell-tale hardness suddenly pressing into Daisuke's hip, and arousal pulsed through his own body in immediate response.
Daisuke had to touch him.
Ken looked embarrassed, even worried, maybe the tiniest bit scared. They'd never even kissed, never done any of the sort of soft touches that should probably come before he slid his hand down to cup Ken's erection. Plus, the bedroom door was still wide open.
But it was just a dream. None of that mattered.
Ken gasped the moment he made contact, a shiver running down his spine, and Daisuke swore he could feel Ken's heartbeat pulsing through his veins, feel the pleasure and the panic curling and coiling around each other as Daisuke began a slow stroke. Ken grabbed onto his shoulder, panting in sync with the motions. He tried to speak, tried to say something, but Daisuke shushed him, told him to relax.
Of course, Ken didn't relax.
He did the opposite, rocking into Daisuke's hand massaging him over his pajama bottoms, bucking his hips, breath hitching with each thrust, until he let out a strangled moan that made Daisuke's skin feel like it was on fire.
Ken slumped back onto the mattress, cheeks flushed, eyes fluttering shut, and Daisuke let him go, watched as he heaved, but kept his hand in position, enjoying the sticky damp feeling permeating the front of his pajamas.
When Ken finally managed to blink his eyes open again and say actual words, he turned those confused eyes on Daisuke. "Wha-what was that, Daisuke? Why would you do that?"
Daisuke frowned.
He wasn't supposed to be upset afterward. If anything, he should've been more than willing to touch Daisuke in return instead of trying to move away.
"I wanted to make you feel good…"
Ken gaped at him. "That's not, that's not—you're not supposed to touch people there…"
His eyebrows shot up.
He wanted to argue, wanted to tell Ken that you were allowed to touch people there. At least under certain circumstances. You were most definitely supposed to touch your Jogress partner there, he was sure of that on some level.
But something told him Ken wouldn't be particularly amenable to that concept. Not right now while he was freaking out.
"Ken—"
"What the hell are you two—whoa!"
Daisuke turned toward the open door with wide eyes, his hand still cupping Ken's wet groin, and stared at Jun, hands falling from her hips in shock.
"Oh god. I have to go home."
Ken sounded like he was going to throw up, but he managed to disentangle himself and, just like the evening before, he snatched up Wormmon and his overnight bag before pushing past Jun, frozen in place.
There was an awkward moment before he heard the front door slam—Ken probably changed in the bathroom since Daisuke's bedroom was obviously occupied this time.
And then, something snapped and Jun could finally speak again.
"Oh my god, Daisuke! You aren't even thirteen yet—what the hell do you think you two are doing screwing around like that?"
He shot her an unimpressed glare considering how much she'd thrown herself at guys since she was his age.
Her eyes narrowed, and she grabbed hold of the door knob, yanking it shut as she screamed, "At least have the decency to shut your fucking door. You completely traumatized your boyfriend, idiot!"
It slammed shut, thankfully with her on the other side, and Daisuke buried his face in the blankets, Chibimon scooting closer to lean into his side again.
God, this dream fucking sucked.
But when he woke up, he'd be able to call Ken and try to mend the awkwardness that had happened in his living room yesterday. Or today. Whatever. He could call Ken and apologize—somehow, it had to be his fault things had gotten so weird, and he desperately needed to stop Ken from blaming himself like he surely was—and everything would be fine again. Fine and normal.
Except, the next morning, he woke to Jun banging on his bedroom door and insisting Ken was there to play soccer.
Nothing about this situation was normal.
Re: FILL - tear me to pieces (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2021-04-29 12:51 am (UTC)(link)when he teases ken tho... huff huff. ken is going to be constantly accosted by daisuke, isn’t he... but OMG DAISUKE u cant just TOUCH HIM THERE!!!!! screams...... AND JUN SAW HELP ME GOD....... poor ken oh no :((( but he’ll forget aaall about it real soon... and hopefully dai has learned his lesson abt boundaries now LOL (or has he????)
Re: FILL - tear me to pieces (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2021-04-29 06:58 am (UTC)(link)FILL - forever and a day (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2021-04-30 04:34 am (UTC)(link)(Also this is probably the last chapter I'll post directly on here since I started posting it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30986102)
This time, uncertainty coiling in his stomach, Daisuke tried not to change anything.
When Ken teased him about going to sleep too late, he teased right back. When Ken pulled the covers back, he was just as embarrassed—though that probably had more to do with his embarrassment over his own behavior the previous day…the previous today. And when Ken said it was time to go, he dutifully got dressed and ignored his morning wood—and Ken's poorly hidden fascination with it.
Their afternoon in Shiokaze Park was normal.
Ken played well. He completely kicked Daisuke's ass actually, but that was normal. And afterward, exhausted and trying very hard to just be normal, Daisuke led the way back to his apartment.
But Ken knocked their shoulders together, leaning down enough to reach him, and looked particularly serious. "Daisuke, what's going on? You're tense."
He frowned.
He'd been trying so hard to not be distracted, to behave the way he normally would, to behave the way he had, but apparently, he wasn't as good an actor as he needed to be in this situation.
"Sorry," he mumbled, focusing his attention on the sidewalk. "I just…had a weird dream."
It was a half-truth at least—and as close to reality as he felt comfortable explaining—and Ken, who still struggled with nightmares too often, accepted it without question.
Ken pressed close as they walked, their arms brushing and then sticking together slightly from the sweat. "Do you wanna talk about it? I'm happy to lend an ear if you need to get something off your chest."
Daisuke swallowed. "Um, maybe later."
When they got back to the apartment, he didn't even listen to Okaa-san's rant about…whatever—he hadn't bothered to listen the first time, he wasn't going to change that now—before jumping in the shower, since Ken had insisted he go first. He cleaned up quickly, wanting to wash away all this crazy too, not just the proof of the hours they'd spent at the park.
But when he finished, Ken slipped into the bathroom like the first time and Daisuke went to the living room to pick out a movie he knew they wouldn't watch.
Ken was so pretty when he came out of the bathroom, his hair still dripping, those goddamn lavender pajamas clinging to his damp skin. He beamed at Daisuke and said, "Gimme a minute," before slipping into his bedroom.
Daisuke debated dropping everything to follow him in there and pin him to the mattress. He wanted to lock himself away with Ken in his bedroom and kiss him and touch him and never let him go.
He debated too long.
It only took Ken a moment to return, running the towel through his hair a few more times before going to hang it in the bathroom. And then he joined Daisuke in the living room, sliding onto the big sectional couch, his fingers tugging on his damp hair.
This time, when he watched Ken tuck the strands close to his nose and smell them, when his eyes fluttered shut and he sighed into that scent, Daisuke could recognize the way his body jolted with arousal. With Ken's arousal.
He was supposed to be picking out a movie, but he couldn't focus with Ken sniffing Daisuke's own citrus scent on his hair.
Not that the movie mattered. They hadn't even watched it the first time.
So Daisuke did what he was supposed to do, what he wanted to do—he jumped on Ken, and they fumbled around, first on the couch and then the floor. They laughed and panted from exertion, and Jun was her typical annoying self, and like before, Ken was suddenly anxious after her departure.
This time, when he pinned Ken to the floor, he recognized the desire and arousal in his flushed face and dilated eyes and writhing body.
He'd been trying not to change anything, not to do anything different, but Ken was going to run off anyway…
Daisuke leaned into him, but instead of pressing him to explain, he crashed their mouths together and kissed Ken. He kissed Ken like he'd wanted to kiss him the first time he'd had him pinned like this. He kissed Ken like he'd wanted to kiss Ken since the initial moment their hearts and minds had synchronized in the desert.
Ken trembled beneath him, breath coming in heaving pants, but he wrapped his arms around Daisuke's neck and started moving his mouth, puckering and working his lips, all slow and hesitant.
Not that that stopped his body from reacting to the thigh too close to his groin—or not close enough. Daisuke pushed closer, close enough he could properly feel Ken's erection, and rolled his hips into Ken's, giving him the pressure and friction he didn't know he needed. Ken gasped into the kiss, sucking the air from Daisuke's lungs, and despite the shock, Daisuke took the opportunity to dive into his mouth and taste him.
Ken's movements were spastic now, squirming and writhing till Daisuke ached, his own arousal digging into Ken's hip.
He hesitated, but in the end, he couldn't hold himself back from seeking his own pleasure too.
Daisuke kissed Ken hard, knocking their bodies together so he could feel himself climbing higher and higher, closer and closer to an edge that was suddenly sharper and higher than any he'd felt before. For a second, he worried he was maybe being a little too rough, but Ken's fingers scraped at his back, Ken's hips rocked up to meet his, and Ken moaned into his mouth, long and low and loud enough Daisuke could feel it vibrate through his whole body.
Overwhelmed by that sound, by having Ken beneath him, by actually getting to kiss him, Daisuke fell over the edge too quickly.
Ken was whimpering into his mouth, whining and panting for air, his hips jerking more to keep the rhythm than because he needed the friction. Daisuke pressed himself close and helped Ken slow his erratic hips until they finally collapsed with Daisuke draped over Ken's limp body, the two of them sharing soft sloppy kisses.
When Daisuke finally pulled back, not wanting to end the kisses but knowing they had to stop sometime, Ken was all pink and perfect beneath him, his lips puffy and glistening from their kisses, and he blinked up at Daisuke, his hazy eyes clearing slowly.
"Daisuke…"
"Ken."
"Did we just…? Did, did I—?" His eyes fell closed again, all evidence of his afterglow fading from his features. "Oh god, what have I done?"
Daisuke shook his head. "Ken, that's not—"
But suddenly, Ken was pushing him, using the full extent of his strength and agility and judo skills to flip Daisuke off of him, to free himself. There were tears in his eyes as he scrambled to his feet. "I'm sorry, I have to go home."
He didn't give Daisuke time to argue—not that time would've been enough to salvage this—before he locked himself in the bedroom to change.
Daisuke was still laying on his back, his chest aching from where Ken had shoved him, uncomfortably wet and sticky inside his boxers, when Ken bolted out, fully dressed and carrying Wormmon and his bag. He didn't expect a goodbye, and he didn't get one. Ken was in too much of a hurry, too panicked to say anything.
The door closed with a finality that made Daisuke's chest ache more.
Daisuke scraped his fingers through his hair, still damp from the shower, and groaned.
For a moment there, he'd thought this might be different, but he'd fucked it up just as much this time as before. He'd kissed Ken—only to send him from the apartment so distraught he was crying.
"What the hell happened to you?"
Just great. His stupid sister was exactly what he wanted to deal with right now.
"Where'd Ken-kun go?"
Too frustrated to deal with her, Daisuke clambered to his feet and stalked to his bedroom, slamming it shut behind him.
Chibimon was sitting on his bed, looking confused and concerned, and despite desperately needing to change, he wrapped his arms around his partner and held him tight to his chest. He whispered in Chibimon's big ears, not sure if he was trying to reassure the Digimon or himself that things with Ken would be okay.
He didn't remember falling asleep, but it didn't matter anyway when he woke up to no-longer-messy boxers and Jun hammering on his bedroom door.
Re: FILL - forever and a day (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2021-04-30 06:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL - forever and a day (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2021-04-30 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)the kisses are so sweet my heart.... but awwww noooo ken don't leave :((
daisuke please take it a little slower next time... the boy needs gentle coaxing and then he'll come eat from your hand... pls.... pls.... /incoherent