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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!

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Posted by (Anonymous)

Daisuke looked down at the counter in front of him, ingredients spread out over it: onion, garlic, ginger, assorted vegetables, some slices of pork meat. He was making a simple stir fry for dinner – an easy recipe he’d done a million times before. Yet, he was currently gripping the edge of the workbench in anticipation.
Ken sat on a high chair on the other side of the counter, with a perfect view of everything Daisuke was doing. He flashed Daisuke a warm, mischevious smile, and Daisuke knew he was in for an experience.
“… Are you gonna start it soon?”
“All in good time. Aren’t you going to start cooking?”
“Fine…” he grumbled, washing his hands and rolling up his sleeves. He grabbed the onion first, going to chop it. He eyed Ken suspiciously as he did so, but his boyfriend only gave him a blank look in return. That fucker was playing innocent. Two could play at that game. Daisuke put on his best poker face as he chopped the onion quickly and neatly with practiced movements. Still nothing.
It was as he reached for the garlic that Ken put his master plan into action. The vibrator currently embedded snugly inside him suddenly buzzed to life at the hands of the remote control Ken was hiding under the counter. With a jolt, Daisuke dropped the knife onto the counter with a clatter. His sensitive insides were suddenly assaulted by an onslaught of sensation, and he had to latch on to the edge of the bench and cling on for dear life to stay on his feet.
“Fuck!” he yelped. The vibrations were a lot stronger than he had imagined. That bastard Ken thought he could catch him off guard. He’d show him how resilient he could be. Of course, Daisuke had been the one to suggest this game in the first place. If he could finish cooking their meal without unloading in his pants, he could do whatever he wanted to Ken later. Now that he was here, vibrator stimulating his sensitive spots, he was starting to feel inklings of regret. But he could do this – no matter what it took, he would see this challenge through.
He reached for the garlic and chopped it with precise movements, even as the buzzing vibrator sent tingles up and down his spine. This wasn’t too bad. He could deal with this. He had already gotten used to the hum and buzz moving inside of him, and he did his best to concentrate on preparing his ingredients. He reached for the ginger next, peeling it and chopping it thinly. He made sure to be extra careful with the knife as he didn’t entirely trust the slight tremors that ran through his body. But he was still fine – he was still on top of things.
Next came the peppers, sliced into thin strips, then the mushrooms and the cabbage. He looked across at Ken, who was watching him bemusedly. Daisuke sent him a smirk, as if to say that this was no more than child’s play to him. Ken retaliated by upping the setting of the vibrator, and Daisuke gave a full-body twitch as he felt the toy moving faster inside of him. It was just barely hitting his prostate – he leaned his hips back, wiggled a little to make it go deeper. He stood there, leaning heavily on the counter, mouth open and panting, eyes somewhere far away as he chased his own pleasure. Just a little bit more, and he’d be able to feel it so much better…
Ken cleared his throat and brought him back down to Earth. “Don’t get distracted. Concentrate on what you’re doing.”
Right. The cooking. He looked down and saw that he was halfway through cutting up the mushrooms. He grumbled and got back to what he was doing, trying not to squirm and wiggle too much. Mushrooms done, he moved onto the celery and green onion, slicing them into pieces that got slightly more choppy and uneven the further down he got. His hand wobbled by the end of it, and he put down the knife in favour of leaning back onto the counter and tilting his hips back, seeking friction. The only friction he found was from his pants constricting around his crotch, and he rocked gently into the sensation.
“Nnnh…” He couldn’t help the moan that squeezed through his clenched teeth. The friction at his front and stimulation behind was good, but hardly enough.
Ken was smiling at him. A rosy blush had made itself at home on his cheeks. Enjoying yourself?”
“Gnngh… F-fuck you…” he spit back teasingly, feeling less than proud.
“If you get through this, I might let you,” came the smug reply.
The vibrator continued its assault on his sensitive nerve endings, while his pants were wrapped so deliciously around his erection, and Daisuke couldn’t help but keep rocking himself between the two points of pleasure.
Still, he had a meal to finish cooking. It was time to start frying, so he turned the stove on and poured some oil in a pan. In went the onion, garlic and ginger, and he stirred them around with a wobbly arm. The heat in the kitchen was beginning to get to him – his face felt like it was burning up and he was sweating buckets. He took a glance at Ken, who had put his chin in his hands and was gazing at him intently. His eyes were swimming with heat, and Daisuke could tell that he was feeling turned on, too. When their eyes met they shared a lustful look, and then they both grinned at each other, amused at the situation. Daisuke was always keen to try new things, and Ken didn’t often turn him down. To Daisuke, this had seemed like a fun way to test his own endurance. He had been on top of the world when he suggested it, feeling like he could go hours without release. At the moment, he wasn’t feeling so hot. But there was still something sexy about Ken controlling his pleasure, having the ability to bring him to unscaled peaks of sensation or deprive him of pleasure altogether. It was exciting, not knowing what would come next.
He dumped the rest of the vegetables into the pan, stirring it all up. The pleasure had reached a plateau again, and he managed to stay fairly steady as he added the thinly sliced meat in too. He bit his lip and held on as he waited for it to cook.
When the meat had cooked through he added the sauce which he’d mixed together beforehand, a blend of soy sauce, broth, sugar and cornstarch. It was all starting to smell rather fragrant, but Daisuke couldn’t care less about the food at the moment. His mind was consumed by thoughts of the orgasm that lay waiting for him. He wanted it so bad, but he couldn’t give in. He had to grit his teeth and keep stirring.
It didn’t take long for the food to be cooked, just a few minutes. But by the time Daisuke turned the stove off his entire body was shaking. His cock was pulsing and throbbing with every breath he took. He itched to touch himself, to relieve the unbearable pressure. His hand twitched and moved lower. He just wanted to adjust himself a little bit, just a little--
“Hands on the counter,” came his boyfriend’s stern voice. The vibrations became stronger again and Daisuke leaned on his arms, hanging over the counter.
“A-ah! K-Ken! You bastard!” he moaned. The vibrations went up yet another notch, making Daisuke buck his hips wildly.
“Aaahahah…” his moan turned into giddy laughter as the buzzing inside him tickled his tender spot. The pressure was getting worse and worse – he wasn’t going to last.
“Are you going to come?” There was a teasing lilt to his boyfriend’s voice, and it did nothing to stave off his impending climax.
“Ken--!” he cried out, urgency in his voice. “I’m seriously gonna co- unnh!” he pinched his knees together and doubled over the counter. His sweet spot was being massaged relentlessly and it felt so unbearably good. He was going to come, he was going to come, he was going to—
The vibrations stopped. Daisuke was left hanging over the edge of the cliff, panting and cursing. It took everything in him not to hump himself against the counter and finish himself off. The muscles in his arms strained as he held himself up by sheer force of will.
Ken tutted at him. “Watch it, or you really will come. Don’t you want to do whatever you want with me later?”
Daisuke hung his head. “Goddammit…” He had been so close. Technically he should be grateful Ken stopped the vibrator before he came, but he couldn’t help but feel bitter about the loss.
“You’re almost done, come on.”
Daisuke shakily grabbed some bowls and started dishing their meal out. His mouth watered at the sight of the food, but his appetite wasn’t geared toward food at the moment. He wanted to be brought to the peak again, wanted to melt into a puddle of pleasure on the floor.
He finished plating their meals and looked over at Ken, flush of arousal high on his cheeks and stars swimming in his eyes.
“You managed! Well done.” As if trying to disprove his own statement, Ken turned the vibrator on again, turning it up several notches all at once.
“Gah!”
Once again, Daisuke became a slave to the sudden onslaught of sensation. The return of stimulation to his prostate made his head spin with the intensity of it, and he was brought right to the edge of climax once again. Once again he was leaning over the counter, hanging on for dear life, straining every muscle so he wouldn’t accidentally mess his pants.
Then, as suddenly as they had come, the vibrations were gone again.
“Ah… You’re so evil… I hate you,” Daisuke pouted between harsh pants.
He decided now was the time for some retaliation. He got onto Ken’s lap and draped himself all over him, slinging his arms around his neck. He started kissing his boyfriend’s neck and rocking his body into him, their arousals meeting and rubbing together. Ken’s hands went to knead his ass, making him whimper and shiver.
“Hey, the dinner you made is gonna get cold…”
“Let it.”