(*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!

Comments

Resolved UST

[(Anonymous)]

Ken finds out Daisuke is attracted to him in a very embarrassing way (catches him masturbating to a daydream about him, figures out that a wet dream was about him, etc). It’s extremely awkward until Ken just straight-up offers to get Daisuke off, possibly after catching himself thinking about it and realizing he’s really into the idea of Daisuke being into him.

Re: Resolved UST

[(Anonymous)]

WANT

FILL - Photograph

[(Anonymous)]

“Honestly, Daisuke, how is your apartment, this disorganized already?” Ken began picking junk off the floor, books and scattered game boxes, gently shelving them back into Daisuke’s TV stand.
“I’m a busy guy, I don’t have time to clean up every day! Daisuke yelled from the kitchen.
Ken rolled his eyes as he picked up a T-shirt, smelling sweat and looking around.
“Where is your hamper?”
“By my bed. Wait are you cleaning up in there? Stop that!”
Ken found the hamper, depositing the crusty shirt within, and noticed the absolute mess on Daisuke’s end table. He picked up a glass still about a quarter full of water and saw his own face.
It was a picture of his final goal senior year. A nice clean action shot that Hikari had given him a copy of. Had Daisuke printed it out?
As he rifled through and organized the pile, it became abundantly clear they were all pictures of him. There was a shot from last Odaiba Day, Ken sitting back in just his swimming trunks and throwing a shy peace sign towards the camera, Ken out to ramen with Daisuke beside him, his arm slung around Ken’s shoulder. Ken sleeping, clearly taken from an angle that Daisuke would have been at during one of their sleepovers.
There was also an uncapped bottle of lube and some suspicious bunched up tissues Ken no longer wanted to touch.
Daisuke burst into his bedroom. “Seriously, Ken, don’t touch my st-“
Daisuke went pale as he saw Ken holding the pictures.
Ken stared at Daisuke, the implications running like wildfire through him. Daisuke, laying on his bed, looking at Ken as he jacked off, and he turned red.
“I can explain.”
“I need to leave.”
“No, please, don’t. I know it looks bad. I can explain.” Daisuke followed him, eyes wide and hollow and not actually explaining a thing, staying about a meter away at all times as Ken marched to Daisuke’s front door.
“I’ll call you when I get home,” Ken said, because that’s what he always said when he left Daisuke’s place, for years and years whether it was his family’s apartment or his new one bedroom.
Ken realized on the train that he was still clutching the picture of him sleeping.
Ken did not call when he got home, but he did text.
'I’m home.'
'I’m srry.' Daisuke replied immediately.
'It’s fine.' Ken sent back, because that’s what you said in awkward situations.
Ken couldn’t stop thinking. About Daisuke, naked, what he did. Did he play with his nipples? Did he stick his fingers in his mouth, staring at photos of Ken’s lips? Did he pump himself hard and fast, gentle and shy, imagining Ken doing it? He couldn’t stop thinking about walking in, seeing Daisuke in full display, the embarrassment of today times a thousand.
What would Daisuke have said to explain, if he’d stayed?
At night, in his own bed, Ken couldn’t stop thinking about more. About if he walked in, and joined. Replaced the pictures with his actual body, kissing and touching and pleasuring Daisuke.
He came with a particularly loud shout and hoped his neighbors didn’t hear.
The next day, Ken went over to Daisuke’s around 11:00 because they had plans to get lunch.
Daisuke answered still in just his boxers, his brown eyes comically wide as he nearly slammed the door, hiding behind it. “Ken! What are you doing here?”
“We have a lunch - plans.”
“You still want to....? After...?” Daisuke shifted from foot to foot, and Ken caught a glimpse of his bare side. His sun-kissed skin contrasted with a silly pair of bright yellow boxers, patterned with Pikachu’s face. Ken thought about what was underneath them and gulped.
“Of course. It’s not a problem.”
Daisuke jumped into the shower and Ken thought about what would happen. If he joined him. Ken would walk in and show Daisuke parts he hadn’t gotten to see, that no photo existed of, and Daisuke would touch and rub and mouth at him -
Ken’s pants were tented and he desperately shifted in the uncomfortable plastic chair in Daisuke’s kitchen.
The whole walk to lunch, Daisuke hovered far away, and Ken missed the easy closeness. The way Daisuke would casually throw an arm around him, easily slip their fingers together as they walked side-by-side, it was all gone, replaced by a Daisuke who treated him like radioactive waste.
Lunch was worse. Daisuke wouldn’t look at him, just made his recommendations and his gaze hovered somewhere next to the ceiling light. Daisuke didn’t lean over the table, asking Ken’s thoughts about the flavoring. He didn’t pick up anything with his chopsticks and feed Ken. He barely ate at all.
Ken hovered uncomfortably in the frame of Daisuke’s front door, and he thought. He thought about Daisuke inviting him in, pulling him close, kissing him. He thought about Daisuke stripping him and delving into him and shivered.
Instead, Ken watched as Daisuke clasped his hands behind his back.
“Thanks for lunch.”
He didn’t say anything back. Daisuke still wasn't looking at him.
Daisuke broke the silence first, of course. “I stopped. I’ll - I’ll throw away the pictures, unless you want them? But I won’t. Use them anymore. I shouldn’t have in the first place, I’m sorry.”
Ken felt like a bucket of ice water just got dumped on him. He liked the thought of Daisuke, looking at him, wanting him.
“Would you like the real deal instead?”
Daisuke stared at Ken, mouth hanging open. “What?”
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
“Well, yes, but -“ Daisuke was cut off by Ken smoothly stepping into his foyer, stepping out of his shoes and not bothering to put on slippers, his arms wrapping around Daisuke’s shoulders.
“Then let’s go.”
Daisuke’s hands wandered up Ken’s back, pulling his shirt off as they stumbled into his bedroom. Ken pulled Daisuke’s hips against him, loving the perfect feeling of Daisuke on his body. He twisted around with Daisuke and pushed him down onto the bed, ripping off his shirt and kissing his shoulders.
“Kiss me, Ken.” Daisuke cupped his face, pulling him towards Daisuke, and Ken moaned into Daisuke’s mouth, moving his lips with reckless abandon.
Ken undid Daisuke’s pants, pulled him out and wrapped his fingers around the shaft like he’d been thinking about nonstop for hours. It felt better than his thoughts, Daisuke shifting and growling beneath him.
His own pants were opened by Daisuke, and he snapped his hips against Daisuke’s thigh. Ken’s awareness narrowed down to just Daisuke’s hands, starting off trembling but picking up roughness and speed. He rolled his hips until their cocks touched.
“Keeeeeen.” Daisuke grasped both his hands around the two of them. Not ten seconds later, he came, mindlessly pumping up and down and Ken rutted against Daisuke’s now-soft member.
Daisuke was wonderful, so bright and loving and determined, and Ken came looking into his perfect sparkling umber eyes.
They laid next to each other, both staring at the ceiling.
“What...does this mean?” Daisuke asked seemingly to the room.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want to...have more sex?”
Ken was fairly certain he wanted more than just sex. “Yes. Later.”
But Daisuke wasn’t finished. He entwined their fingers together, like he had sometimes before. “Do you want to...go on a date first?”
“That sounds nice.”

Re: FILL - Photograph

[(Anonymous)]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS!!! It's amazing and I really loved it.

Re: FILL - Photograph

[(Anonymous)]

This was so good!!!!