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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Diavolo/Vinegar_Doppio, Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJolion)/Hirose_Yasuho,
      Giorno_Giovanna/Higashikata_Josuke, Funny_Valentine/Gyro_Zeppeli,
      Higashikata_Jobin/Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJolion), Hirose_Koichi/Kishibe
      Rohan
  Character:
      Diavolo_(Jojo), Vinegar_Doppio, Higashikata_Josuke, Hirose_Yasuho,
      Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJolion), Giorno_Giovanna, Funny_Valentine, Gyro
      Zeppeli, Higashikata_Jobin, Hirose_Koichi, Kishibe_Rohan
  Additional Tags:
      Nightmares, Angst, Christmas_Fluff, First_Kiss, Choking, Rough_Sex,
      Whipping, Spit_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-24 Completed: 2016-12-25 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 2154
****** JoJo Drabble Collection ******
by DastardlyDaisy
Summary
     A collection of drabble requests from Twitter!
***** Chapter 1 *****
It was a dream he had all too often. The faint smell of leather and something
sweeter-- perhaps a flower from a faraway land that he had never seen before.
It was such an exotic smell, yet to Doppio it smelled like home.
Was it possible to feel homesick for something you had never had? For someone
you had never seen? The tightness in his heart told him that it was.
The streets of Italy were always twisted in these dreams, darker and in less
focus, as if the backdrop were made from old blurry photographs. Only one thing
was clear, the color unsaturated. The loud pink of the man so many steps ahead
of him, only peaks of the color visible through the crowd of faceless people
around them.
He would push through the people uninhibited and run, run until his trembling
legs felt they would collapse from under him, but no matter how far he went
only a little distance had been traveled and his starting place was right
behind him.
"Boss!" He would always yell, but his voice sounded garbled, like cotton
stuffed his throat. Even still he would yell again and again, pushing through
the endless sea of people as his legs wobbled and his throat constricted and
his eyes burned.
Doppio had never laid eyes on the one he held so high, the one who his world
revolved around. But in the nightmare he always knew. The sweet scent of the
unreachable pink-haired man was his everything, it was his boss.
He would awaken from this dream with cold sweat slicking his hair and hot tears
soaking into his pillow. Waking up was the worst part-- at least in the
dream,he could see him, at least he was close to him. But in the early hours of
the morning when his shivering would subside he was left alone. Completely and
utterly alone, trying to cling to the bitter comfort his nightmare offered.
***** Yasuho and Gappy *****
She wouldn't admit to herself that she had been hanging around the doorway of
the Higashikata's kitchen because of the pale berries that hung above it.
Joshuu had already tried to approach her, his eyes glancing excitedly at the
mistletoe, but she had retreated every time, fixing another eggnog.
By the time Frosty The Snowman was wrapping up, she was well past the point of
being buzzed and had to lean against the doorway so she wouldn't lose her
balance. Yasuho had gotten her hopes up, it seemed. Josuke had been so excited
about Christmas, swapping his sailor hat out for a santa one and reading
extensively up on the holiday. She had hoped he would see her under the little
sprig of mistletoe, that their eyes would meet and he would give her a kiss. It
was ridiculously cheesy and cliche, but damned if she didn't want it.
But now the night had grown old and she had done nothing but get wasted on a
drink she didn't even like and watch the back of Josuke's head as he watched
old Christmas movies with Norisuke. She sighed and righted herself. It was time
to go home, it seemed.
She said goodbye and Norisuke told her how nice it was to have her over while
Joshuu gave her an awkwardly long hug. Josuke had left the room. Probably to
use the bathroom, she thought sullenly, shrugging on her puffy winter coat and
sliding into her boots.
She held onto the hope that he would appear any second as she opened the front
door and was blasted by cold wind. She held onto the hope as she stepped out
into the snow-dotted night and walked slowly down their driveway, the
streetlights making the gate glimmer serenely.
She felt childish standing in the steadily drifting snow and holding onto the
gate, not wanting to push it open and leave, disappointed tears burning her
eyes.
"Yasuho!"
She snapped around and nearly slipped on the icy snow but her grip on the gate
kept her upright. Josuke was running to her, waving his lanky arm above his
head, the open door behind him casting a warm beam of light over the snow and
making it seem yellow. She couldn't help but laugh at him, the poofy white ball
at the end of his hat bouncing and his feet bare in his haste.
She wiped at her eyes with her mittens as he approached out of breath.
He always had a way of making her feel better, whether intentionally or not.
"You almost left," He panted, switching from one foot to another and shivering,
"Without your present." 
She had been giggling at his antics but suddenly grew quiet, looking at the
small dark box Josuke extended to her. Was he blushing, or was it from the
cold?
"A gift?" She whispered. 
He nodded excitedly, pushing the box towards her.
She took it, her mittens making the act of opening it clumsy. It was a jewelry
box. It snapped open on a hinge and the tears she had nearly shed before came
pouring down, chilling quickly in the icy night air.
"Is it bad?" Josuke asked, cocking his head to the side, his face knit with
worry.
She laughed and fell into his arms, hugging him tightly. "It's
beautiful..." The silver bird pendant dangling from a dainty chain was so much
more than beautiful but words couldn't capture how she felt at that moment.
She placed a kiss on his cheek before pulling back. Josuke's eyes were wide and
his mouth was open in a comical expression of surprise. He touched his cheek
before a wide grin spread across his face and Yasuho could see that his eyes
were glassy.
"Merry Christmas, Yasuho."
She grinned back, clutching the necklace to her chest. "Merry Christmas,
Josuke."  
***** Josuke and Giorno *****
"Do it," Giorno grabbed Josuke's hands and placed them on his thin neck,
"Please, do it."
Josuke knew he was being played, Giorno always asked for such things when
Josuke was too far gone in his pleasure to protest. In all sincerity, in the
heat of the moment he kind of enjoyed it too.
He didn't miss a beat with his thrusting as he arranged his hands comfortably
around his slender neck, perching his thumbs right below his adam's apple.
Giorno closed his eyes and moaned only for it to dwindle into a dry wheeze as
Josuke squeezed.
"Dirty, nggh, slut." Josuke panted, accentuating each word with a hard thrust.
Giorno's ass tightened around his cock and Josuke felt any guilt at the dirty
words fizzle out as they were taken over by wild, animalistic lust.
He pressed his thumbs deeper into the soft skin of Giorno's throat and fucked
him harder, his tight balls hitting Giorno's ass with a slapping noise.
Giorno's wide blue eyes opened and looked desperately at him, clearly close to
his orgasm. Josuke watched as the white became blemished with delicate
spidering threads of red before bursting and turning his eye pink, like a
macabre firework. He knew he was using more force than he should, but he also
knew that Giorno was loving it all the more for that very fact.
His sun-kissed skin turned red and Giorno opened his mouth as he came, unable
to even wheeze a moan. Josuke released him immediately and slowed his hips,
even with his own climax dangling at it's peak.
Giorno coughed out raspy breaths as he shivered. Crazy Diamond was out in an
instant, but Giorno batted it's large hand away. "Let me," Giorno gasped out in
a thin, painful voice, "Let me enjoy it for a little longer."
Josuke leaned down and kissed him, his hips twitching with restraint. "I don't
understand you at all, GioGio."
 
Giorno let out a small wheezy laugh and leaned his head up to kiss Josuke's
nose. "You love it."
***** Valentine and Gyro *****
"Come now, my pretty little pet," Valentine walked around to the front of him,
the leather tip of the riding crop brushing his hair over his shoulder, "No
need to look at me with such venom."
Gyro ignored his pompous voice, glaring vehemently at him and struggling
against the ropes at his wrists, even as they bit and cut into raw skin. "Fuck
you."
Valentine laughed haughtily and smacked the crop against his bare chest again,
making the abused skin alight with hot pain that had only just started to
settle into a dull buzz. "Such a filthy mouth on you. I'll be glad when you're
trained enough to take cock without biting. Your gagging is surely sweeter than
your monotonous words." Valentine leaned down to look Gyro in the eye, his face
mere inches away. "Being the president's whore is a high honor. You should be
ecstatic."
Gyro gathered the saliva in his mouth and spat it on his cheek, the frothy glob
sliding down wetly.
Valentine smiled and stood up straight, wiping the mess away with two fingers.
He sighed as he rubbed it between his gloved hands. "This is nice too, though.
There's a certain satisfaction that comes with breaking a wild bronco." He
smiled sweetly down at the Italian as he took the fingers in his mouth and
sucked the spit clean.
Gyro looked at him disgustedly before turning his head away. Even still, he
could hear the unsettling smile in Valentine's words.
"You'll come around soon enough, my beautiful pet."
***** Jobin and Gappy *****
"You'll end up slitting your own throat if you keep doing it that way."
Josuke looked to Jobin curiously, taking the shaving razor away from his sudsy
jaw. He waited for Jobin to continue but he merely smiled at Josuke, offering
nothing more. It was clear that he was waiting for Josuke to ask, so he gave
in.
"Then how am I supposed to do it?"
Jobin set his toothbrush back into it's holder and plucked the blade from
Josuke's fingers. "You have to bring it closer to the skin and angle it jussst
right." Jobin went around behind him and rested his chin on Josuke's shoulder,
smiling merrily at him through the mirror and wrapping his arm around him to
press the blade to his throat.
Josuke swallowed thickly, realizing how quickly and effortlessly he had been
placed in danger.
"Lift your head a little higher for me."
The words were whispered intimately against the side of his neck and Josuke
held his breath, unsure if he should comply. The atmosphere was tense, the
menacing blade right below his adam's apple. Slowly, he tilted his head up,
still keeping his eyes on the mirror, on the man he knew so little about.
"That's a good boy."
Jobin pressed his body warmly against his back and began the job slowly,
sliding the sharp edge over the foam and rinsing it on the steady stream of
warm water. The erection pressing against his ass was all too obvious but Jobin
seemed unashamed of it, working methodically until his face was clean.
He stepped away from Josuke and set the blade on the bathroom counter. "There
you go. All tidy." He patted Josuke on the back and sauntered from the
bathroom.
Josuke steadied himself on the counter and began panting, his heart thumping
erratically in his chest.
***** Rohan and Koichi *****
He often complained to Rohan about how sore he had been lately. His legs would
feel like he had run a marathon, his neck like he had slept in an odd position,
his jaw like he had worked a huge wad of gum the whole day prior. It was
baffling, and Rohan was more than sympathetic, helping him brainstorm ideas on
what could possibly be the cause.
They both concluded that it must be his growth spurt finally kicking in, case
closed. Rohan was even kind enough to give him massages to soothe his aching
muscles.
It made sense, really. Not only did the growth thing account for his soreness,
it also accounted for his dirty dreams, which got increasingly wilder every
night. All of them featured Rohan, which was to be expected with the amount of
time they spent together. They were so vivid, his mind would conjure up things
he had never even considered before and supply every small detail.
Riding dildoes that seemed impossibly huge and made his stomach ache and bulge.
Rohan spreading his thighs till they burned and lapping at his small asshole.
His arm slicked up to his elbow and balled into a tiny fist, pumping it in and
out of the older man.
He thought he had finished puberty, but these dreams told him that it certainly
wasn't the case. It seemed his growth spurt was kicking his testosterone into
high gear. 
It was easy enough to push the dreams to the side and not let it affect his
relationship with Rohan, so there was no harm done in the end. He would go
about business as usual, and measure himself every morning, waiting for the
growth spurt to show. 
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