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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)

Ken’s eyes watered as he stared at his phone, the texts from Daisuke embedding themselves into his retina. He suppressed a guffaw at the way Daisuke wrote, bouncy just like he was in real life.
He was so tired. But his phone buzzed as yet another message came in, and Ken opened it on instinct, reading more garbled words as they swam in front of him.
Daisuke ended his message similarly to how he had for the past hour. anyway you should go to sleep!!!
He didn’t want to sleep. He wanted to be at a sleepover with Daisuke again, like last weekend, instead of the rough, broken rest he got on school days, his nights plagued with more nightmares than he would ever admit to Daisuke. But he probably should, if he was going to be anything but a complete mess tomorrow like he always was on Fridays, the bolstering effect of seeing Daisuke over the weekends burned away by the long week away from him.
He put his phone in its basket, plugged it in to the long cord he wound up to his bed from the desk, and turned over to pull an already sleeping Wormmon to his chest and cuddle him as he drifted off, at least one of them getting some rest.
He flutter his eyes open, aching in his knees and face pressed to a cold hard floor, his arms bound and unable to move. Ken’s breath quickened as he rolled his neck, seeing with sharp clarity and pounding fear the sea of children and Oikawa in front, implanting them with his shame.
“Stop.” He tried to move, lifted to his knees and glared defiantly up at Oikawa, who barely acknowledged him.
“Stop!” He hated this. This one was the worst. He was helpless and alone and he couldn’t never change anything, never stop Oikawa from doing the horrible things he had done, and sometimes -
Sometimes worse things. Things Ken never would have thought of when he was actually here, actually this young and naive about so many things despite seeing and experiencing too much darkness. Things Ken didn’t want to name, didn’t want to think about how close what had happened tracked with it, even if it hadn’t really been like that.
His face scrunched in impotence, flinching in surprise when Oikawa’s hand thread through his bangs, fixing them from where they flew in front of his face after falling to the ground.
“Still so high and mighty, aren’t you?” Oikawa gripped his hair, forcing his chin to tilt up if he wanted to avoid the pain of him tearing at Ken’s scalp. “Shall I put you in your proper place? Now that you’ve rejected the power of darkness inside you.”
Any response clogged in Ken’s throat. He wanted Daisuke to open the doors of the van and save him, needed him to burst through and take care of him and hold him like something precious, like he always did, always treating him like someone special and kind instead of broken like this.
He needed Daisuke.
Oikawa pushed his face into his crotch, and Ken stopped breathing, trying not to perceive this, unable to block out the feel of his scratchy pants against his cheek. He held his breath until his lungs burned, gasped out and breathed in the smell of Oikawa and nearly choked on it, the way he pushed harder against his face and choked Ken with the proximity of it.
Daisuke would save him soon. Daisuke always came for him, he just had to survive this and then Daisuke would wrap his arms around him and hold his hand and it would be okay again. Ken had to believe it. It was the only way this could be survived.
Ken gripped his hands into fists behind him, trapped as they were in his own scarf, kept his eyes closed at least so he wouldn’t have to see Oikawa undress - himself, Ken, anyone or anything -
The darkness behind his eyelids exploded into light and warm hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling him to his feet and leading him out of the cold, dark van and into the light.
Which didn’t make sense, since it was nighttime when this actually happened. Ken looked up only to the exact night sky from back then, turned to the warm body that could only be Daisuke next to him and oh.
That was where the light was coming from. Daisuke’s skin glowed gold like the sun, soft and comforting as he squeezed Ken’s shoulder.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
Daisuke leaned up and in and covered Ken’s mouth with his. Ken melted into the kiss, opening his mouth wide for Daisuke’s tongue as soon as it lapped at his lower lip. He moaned as Daisuke’s warmth seeped into him, his light making sparks in his eyes, unable to reciprocate with his bound hands but undulating his whole body against him instead.
Daisuke’s hands roamed all over him, soft and searching and perfect, easing him to soft grass that Ken guessed must have been on the side of the road, gluing their fronts together as he hitched Ken’s sweater up, revealing his thinner button-up beneath and popping the bottom button.
Ken responded with more enthusiastic kissing, his own tongue growing bold as he pushed against Daisuke’s, tasting his saliva, strangely devoid of flavoring. Ken always imagined Daisuke would taste like - ramen, cookies, chocolate, salt, the snacks he was always munching on when they played and hung out and studied together. But this Daisuke hadn’t eaten anything in hours, too busy chasing after Ken, single-minded devotion to Ken’s rescue, and that made him taste even sweeter.
Daisuke undid his shirt from the bottom up, spreading his fingers over Ken’s belly and pressing into him, searing him with his heat, a sharp contrast to the chilled winter grass beneath him and tickling his trapped arms. He fisted some of them to ground himself, lifted his hips up into Daisuke’s, just the lightest rub of his front to Daisuke’s groin.
That was enough to make him gasp and arch further, breaking their fervent kiss as his eyes flew wide. He wanted - he wanted Daisuke instead. Wanted Daisuke to fuck him right here, instead of having to feel Oikawa’s poisoned touch again, Daisuke opening him up and filling him with his light and love.
Daisuke seemed to understand, giving him a gentle smile as he unbuckled Ken’s belt, slipping his pants down his long legs and settling between them. He covered Ken’s mouth, his hot breath puffing into Ken’s chest as he returned Ken’s moan.
Daisuke slipped off his glove, slipped his bare hand inside Ken’s shirt and up to his fluttering sternum.
“I’ve got you now.” He swirled his thumb over Ken’s chest, rolling into him in time with Ken’s frantic heart. “You’re mine.”
“Yes.” He was. He had been Daisuke’s for a very long time, had belonged to him since his heart jumped out of his chest and into Daisuke’s of its own volition, inexorably drawn to the perfection that was Daisuke.
Daisuke reached between his legs, his fingers sticky and slick as they breached him, and Ken didn’t think too hard about where that had come from, too swept up in the feel of Daisuke’s fingers inside him, scissoring back and forth slowly, softly until Ken felt utterly boneless, his bare legs splayed on either side of Daisuke, burning inside without even being touched yet.
“Please.” Ken panted against Daisuke’s lips, begging in between desperate kisses, the only thing he really could do right now. “I need you.”
He needed Daisuke like oxygen, Daisuke’s breaths feeding him with each desperate kiss. His arms ached and burned from being twisted behind him, forcing his lower back into a permanent arch against Daisuke’s hovering chest, and he growled in frustration that he couldn’t touch back, couldn’t free Daisuke from his own shorts and touch and feel and guide him inside.
Daisuke seemed to get the picture, though, shoving his shorts down and out of the way himself before diving back down on top of Ken, his cock bobbing against Ken’s ass, sliding between his cheeks and bumping against his stretched entrance. He hitched his hands under Ken’s ass, spreading him further open and slipped his tip inside.
Ken dug his feet into the ground, overwhelmed by the fullness of Daisuke inside him. He fit right, unlike his nightmares where Oikawa ripped and tore him, holding Daisuke tight as he continued to push deep. Tears played in his eyes, wetting his cheeks with the joy of having Daisuke take him, becoming one with Daisuke in every way, compounding their jogress with the physical marking of him belonging to Daisuke, Daisuke being his.
Daisuke thrust into him, and Ken latched his long legs around his waist, urged him further, deeper, both of them moving in time with their shared doubled heart, until Daisuke stilled, buried to the hilt and his hot cum shooting into Ken.
Ken sobbed with untethered ecstasy, hard and ready himself and tensing his whole body as Daisuke’s fingers wrapped around his shaft -

Posted by (Anonymous)

Ken’s alarm blared into space, shredding the dreamscape like tissue paper as Ken was ripped away and back to reality, harder than he had ever been with the endorphins of what his mind had just played and morning wood creating a cocktail of rushing blood. His face flushed hot, and he kicked the blankets off, earning a concerned look from Wormmon as he awoke as well.
“Ken-chan? What’s wrong? Did you...have a nightmare?”
“No, no, not a - not a nightmare.” Kind of. It hadn’t ended as one, had ended very differently from his nightmares usually did.
He could still see the images of Daisuke taking control, his blissed out face when he came inside of him. He was supposed to see the real Daisuke in a few hours, and now all Ken could think about was Daisuke naked on top of him.
He had to get away. Think about anything else. He scrambled down his ladder only to hear the buzzing of his phone.
It was a message from Daisuke.
You okay? I felt your heart pounding...do you want me to come over before school?
Ken’s mouth watered at the thought of Daisuke materializing out of his desktop, seeing Ken’s current predicament, and helping out. Touching him in this reality and bringing Ken to a climax like he’d never felt before. He could see his chest starting to burn as well as he typed back.
I’m fine just woke up and gonna jog with Wormmon see you later!!!
It was too many exclamation points, but mirroring Daisuke was a comfortable pattern to fall into. He had to shower, had to stop thinking about what Daisuke could do to him.
Getting undressed and seeing the way his body reacted to the whole scene only made it worse. He closed his eyes and tried not to look as he touched himself, worked out the morning wood that was totally normal and not part of that dream, didn’t have to have anything to do with Daisuke saving him and taking him for himself.
Ken threw himself into his class work once he finally got to school, trying to keep ahead of the thoughts that kept looping back.
Daisuke had been so - so - forceful in his dream. He’d done exactly what Ken wanted, touched him so hard, turned his usual breaches into Ken’s personal space into something even more.
He wouldn’t - he wouldn’t just take Ken like that. It made him salivate at the thought of it happening even more.
He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the flagging erection he was nursing on the train to Daisuke’s apartment, holding Wormmon in his lap and hoping no one would look too closely at him.
Daisuke answered the door two seconds after Ken had touched the buzzer, and he jumped back, nearly dropping Wormmon and revealing himself in the process.
“Hey! Welcome home, come on in!” Daisuke beamed at him with that wide open smile of his, and Ken could see just the tips of his teeth as they peaked out of his mouth, filled with the inexplicable desire to taste them and compare it to his dream.
He shuffled inside, toeing off his shoes as he followed Daisuke to his room. He had been to Daisuke’s house plenty. Nearly ever weekend since fifth grade he’d spent on this floor or outside in the living room. But now, he couldn’t find a spot to get comfortable.
Sitting next to Daisuke was where he was supposed to go. But Daisuke could touch him there, and Ken would let him, and that seemed suddenly dangerous now. He settled on the edge of Daisuke’s bed, a good foot between them, keeping Wormmon on his lap instead of letting him go to play with Chibimon like they always did.
“Ken?” Daisuke ate up the buffer Ken had made with a quick scoot over, his palm hitting the bedsheets behind Ken and unintentionally boxing him in. “Is something wrong?”
“No.” Ken shook his head, giving Daisuke the most lackluster smile.
Daisuke, bless him, accepted Ken’s answer without question. He moved back and gave Ken at least a little room to breathe without breathing in Daisuke’s scent, and Ken gasped the fresh air in, taking a deep breath that had Daisuke raising an eyebrow at him as he stood.
“I rented a cool-looking anime for us! There’s time travel.” Daisuke ran to the living room, acting as normal as ever, but Ken’s heart skipped a beat.
He hoped the movie would distract him from how Daisuke would be beside him, in the dark, how close he would be.
He sat on the couch next to Daisuke, who held up the blanket on his lap in expectation for Ken to curl up like he always did, tuck his legs under himself and rest his head on Daisuke’s shoulder.
Ken always melted into the comfort of the position, Daisuke’s arm ostensibly on the back of the couch but inevitably holding Ken even closer, his thumb rubbing absently against Ken’s bicep. The very thought of that happening now made Ken’s face burn, how close it would be to Ken leaning up and connecting his lips with Daisuke’s, Daisuke’s hands on him gripping harder and leading down to his lap -
And then Daisuke was in front of him, his face too close, leaning over as the blanket fell off the couch completely. “Hello? You in there? We gonna watch the movie now?”
“S-sure.”
Ken took the blanket, finally freeing Wormmon from their job of protecting his lap from prying eyes, and curled up like he usually did, just leaning the other way into the armrest instead of Daisuke’s warm chest and soft side.
He tried to watch the movie, tried to pay attention, but he felt the weight of Daisuke continuously shifting his glance over, puzzling out Ken’s weird behavior.
He should act more normal. But that would involve being near Daisuke, and his body was still buzzing with the very idea of that. If Daisuke brushed against him - even accidentally - and he was - hard like this -
Daisuke stopped the movie.
“Okay, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.” Daisuke stood and landed his fists on his waist, eyeing Ken up and down before shifting to reach a hand towards Ken. “You can tell me.”
Ken recoiled, stopping Daisuke’s hand in its tracks, not making it to his long bangs.
Daisuke hovered just a second before scooping up Ken’s face, threading his hands through his bangs and tucking them back like he always did. “Please, Ken. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”
Ken sighed into the connection, Daisuke’s palm resting against his cheek and making him uncomfortably aware of his own skin, contrasted so heavenly by Daisuke’s own. He didn’t glow out here, but he might as well be with the heat coming off him.
He wanted Daisuke to kiss him, to erase every other unwanted touch he’d received with his own, wanted to be laid down in Daisuke’s bed and loved and cherished over every inch.
Daisuke’s face loomed, possibly even closer than before, and it would be so easy to lift his chin, get to taste his chapped lips.
“Talk to me?”
“I dreamt about you.”
Daisuke’s serious expression broke into a quizzical smile. “Me? What about me?”
“I don’t remember.” He lied. It was fracture and broken, like dreams always were, but he remembered the joy, the need for Daisuke to come inside him.
Daisuke slid onto the couch next to him, his knees knocking against Ken’s thigh through the blanket.
“You’re super hot. Was it...embarrassing or something?”
He was too busy zooming in on how Daisuke crowded into his space, far too close to where he pulsed in his pants, spurred on by Daisuke’s hand sweeping down across his neck and to his back, pulling their chests closer, but Daisuke didn’t wait for a response anyway.
“Dreams are weird sometimes. You can tell me, I promise I won’t laugh! What did I do?”
Ken closed his eyes, cringed away but he could still feel the way Daisuke bled into his space, the way his legs spread open as the blanket dipped in between them to accommodate Daisuke climbing half into his lap.
“It - it was a.... sex dream.” He half hoped he had been too quiet to hear, that Daisuke would know he answered but not know the contents, would accept that as enough to get off him and give him some space and time to sit and think about something other than Daisuke ripping this blanket off and climbing fully into his lap.
The way Daisuke stilled, his hands divesting themselves from Ken’s shoulders and the weight of his knee no longer resting between Ken’s thighs, were proof enough he had heard.
“Oh, uh. Uh.”
Ken braced as he opened his eyes, ready for a look of disgust and horror, but instead Daisuke looked calm, maybe even curious.
“Well, I mean, that happens all the time, right? We’re teenagers!” Daisuke swung his arms around in emphasis, sounding like he was trying to convince himself as much as Ken.
But he would take it.
“...Yeah. I guess.”
“We don’t have to let it make things weird! It was just a dream, right?”
A dream Ken realized now he desperately wanted to be a reality. Daisuke relaxed back into the couch, not quite touching Ken but closer to his end than the other, his arm up and waiting for Ken to crawl into his usual spot.
Like it really didn’t have to be weird. Ken shifted to lean in, settling where he belonged, his hand reaching up to cover Daisuke’s chest and the heart beating in the back of his mind.
He didn’t pay attention to the rest of the movie, far too focused on the minute changes in the beat under his hand, the electricity when Daisuke held him, the comfort of having a place he belonged here beside him.
Neither of them mentioned it again, until it was time to go to sleep. Ken stopped in the middle of Daisuke’s bedroom, putting out the futon like he did every week, to look up at Daisuke tucked into his bed.
“Daisuke?”
“Hmm?” Daisuke turned to look at him, the sheets molding around his leg as he bent his knee into the air.
“What if... what if I don’t want it to be just a dream?”
Daisuke rested his cheek on his hand so cutely, a slight frown on his face. “What?”
“What if...I like you? Like that?” Ken stopped looking at Daisuke, staring at his own wringing hands and wondering why the fuck he’d said that.
Why he’d done any of that.
The silence seemed to stretch for hours, and Ken held in a sob. That was answer enough, wasn’t it? He grabbed his bag and made for the front door, determined to make an exit even if it couldn’t be graceful at this point.
“Wait!” Daisuke caught his arm halfway down the hallway, forcing him to a halt.
He turned back to see Daisuke tearing up as well, beating himself up for doing something that made Daisuke cry.
“You didn’t let me answer.” He cupped the back of Ken’s head and pulled him down into a kiss.
Ken stood in such shock that he didn’t even respond, not to open his mouth, not to kiss back, just stock still in the middle of the quiet Motomiya apartment while Daisuke’s very real, very soft lips touched his. He bugged his eyes out when Daisuke pulled away, a few flecks of tears still on his cheek but very much smiling.
“I...like you too.”
Ken didn’t know what to do with his hands. He rarely did, even when Daisuke crawled all over him when they were just friends, not - whatever he’d just stumbled into. But he knew he wanted to get a redo on that kiss.
He mirrored Daisuke’s hold in his hair, relishing in the way his curls surrounded and absorbed him, and covered Daisuke’s mouth again, this time participating, responding to the gentle movements of Daisuke’s smacking lips against his own, the barest hint of wet mixing with his own too-full mouth.
“Hey.” Daisuke pulled back just enough to whisper to Ken, voice all deep rumbles that he’d been using on Ken since forever and he only now realized how much it affected him, his whole body wound tight. “Let’s go to bed?”

Posted by (Anonymous)

ohhh my god honey this is SO good, fuck, you knocked this whole thing out of the park... the beginning with oikawa is so sickening and then daisuke busting in GLOWINGGGG is the greatest thing, i love that hes always Like This, precious miracle boy... aaaugh my favorite part of the whole thing is up in that first part, it’s this:

“ Ken always imagined Daisuke would taste like - ramen, cookies, chocolate, salt, the snacks he was always munching on when they played and hung out and studied together. But this Daisuke hadn’t eaten anything in hours, too busy chasing after Ken, single-minded devotion to Ken’s rescue, and that made him taste even sweeter.”

copied it as i read because i was so in love AHHH i love these details i love that he’s thought about it, i love DAISUKES DEVOTION!!! auggh!!! its perfect im glad it turned out to be a good sex dream

ken struggling with the aftermath is so so good, both the physical aspect of having to nurse his boner all day and how he keeps going back and forth between PLS DONT TOUCH and God Please Touch, you write his confliction so freaking well it’s just. flawless. and daisuke is so cute and curious and relaxed while ken is losing his mind... uggh the other part i loved most was of course, ken feeling dai’s heartbeat while they watched the movie and thinking about how there’s a place inside him for him??!?!! STOP KILLING ME IM ALREADY DEAD!!! fuck thats such a good line. and the ending is perfect, THE DRAMA of ken trying to run out before he even gets an answer, and the answer itself being just as perfect, A KISS!!!! god he likes you. he likes you so so much!!! daiken is eprfect

Posted by (Anonymous)

wow i’m not okay!!!! i’m fucking dead & deceased.
i can’t explain myself coherently but the whole thing is just so got dam beautiful i’m ;_____;
the dream bit is great, loved the face crotch stuff, then glowing daisuke to the rescue!!!! love how you described the way dai can tell what ken wants & just does it.... & it’s a GREAT dream & i love how it fucks ken uuuup all day, especially when he goes to daisuke! daisuke through ken’s eyes is just so CUTE man god. i wuv. and i love that ken realises how much he wants the dream to be true after dai says it’s just a dream, and the way he just blurts it out AAAAHHHH ngl i teared up at that part. and then the rest of it broke me, the TEARS and the KISS..... fuck!!!!
so many things i wanna quote, you have so many beautiful turns of phrases & ways of expressing & i’m obsessed. bluh bluh