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Y/N walked over to the other male, sitting him down on his couch gently before cupping his cheeks gently, shaking his head. "No. I'm never going to leave you. I promise, I'd never leave you without a good reason, everyone makes mistakes. None of that was your fault." He reassured him, his thumbs rubbing over his cheeks gently. "Try to calm down...deep breaths. In, and out. Follow me.." he mumbled.

Josuke fixated his gaze on the other, starting to slowly calm down to get his breathing in sync with his boyfriends. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his tears roll down his cheeks shamelessly. He placed his hand over Y/N's, smiling slightly as he opened his eyes, wiping his tears. "Thank you.." he croaked softly.

Y/N nods, placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead. "It's alright my love. I love you very much, do not worry." He hummed, wrapping his arms around the other, Josuke hugging back tightly.

Masterlist

The locals were a huge fan of him, you knew that. Whenever he came into local shops that you just happened to be in at the same time as him, bakers, grocery sellers and business owners alike never hesitated in showering him in free goods. His effortless charm and charisma made him extremely popular, you almost felt jealous.

One morning you asked a local barista who he was, and it seemed to you like they stiffened and choked on their words. 

“I have, uh, no idea what Mr. Bucciarati does. He is a good man.” they stubbornly left it at that, no matter how hard you pressed. 

Feeling large rough hands curl over your shoulder, and a deep voice in your ear you jumped. 

“Do you mind if I pay for your coffee today?” 

The voice was deep and smooth, seductive. Like treacle or golden syrup. 

You attempted to turn, but the person with their hand on your shoulder was a hell of a lot stronger than you’d anticipated. Startled, you noticed their hand on your waist and their chest pressed against your back, soft warmth flooding into your skin. He smelt like expensive cologne and gunpowder.

The barista’s face lit up at the sight of the person behind you. 

“Ah, Mr Bucciarati! Speak of the devil!” 

Despite Bruno being so forward with his actions, you had no idea what he wanted from you. He’d appear outside your work place in the evening with your favourite drink in hand (hang on, how’d he know?) ready to walk to you home like the gentleman he was. Gorgeous lush bouquets of flowers would appear on your doorstep, much to your delight, and suddenly all your student debts and loans started to disappear. Funnily enough he always appeared wherever you were, whether it was to run errands, to pick up a new book or check your letterbox. Charming as he was he always laughed it off, saying: “I’m always all over the town, expect to see me often.” At this he glanced at you hopefully, as if waiting to see a sign in your face that you wished to see him too.

“Oh, and you know that male co-worker of yours, m/n? I’ve heard he’s no good, perhaps stop talking with him?” What?

One night you even turned on the news to see the face of a man who’d been catcalling you at the train station on the headlines of a deeply disturbing murder case. According to news reporters, the body was split into segments, as if the murderer had simply ‘unzipped’ their body.

Fast forward to a chilly Monday morning where you turned up at your workplace to find the entire building closed down. 

I’ll have to search for a new job soon, you thought in dismay. 

Calloused hands embraced your waist in a manner too sensual for just acquaintances, and you whirled to face Bruno. 

“Are you free tonight?”

What you were doing at such a fancy restaurant on a weeknight you had no idea, but before you could even object Bruno had taken care of all the details and you had a date with him that evening.

The usually put together man was especially strange that night, going out of his way to be sweet, pulling out your chair for you, lunging in front of you to open doors (good forbid your beautiful hands touch a doorknob), stiffening and tightening his grip on you anytime a male/female walked past (which left deep bruises) and fixing his deep sapphire gaze upon you the entire night as if you were a fairy about to vanish into a cloud of glitter any minute now.

Despite all these oddities, you had a beautiful night.

When he was walking you home, Bruno finally decided to spit it out.

“I can have nobody but you. Please move in with me. Love me please, and only me.”

Shocked, you turned down his offer as politely as you could, stating that you just weren’t ready for a relationship yet. He continued walking with you, but moved with a glazed, pained look in his eyes and with a shuddering in his body as if he was about to break down any minute. Feeling horrible, you hugged him, but he felt stiff to the touch.

“This just won’t do.” He said quietly, gripping onto your arm in desperation. The lovesick glow in his eyes mixed with murderous intent set your blood running cold. “Y-you have to love me.”

“Bruno,” you said, trying to move his hand off your arm. “That hurts. Could we talk?”

You felt a cold feeling behind you and goose bumps rippled on your skin before the sensation of your body splitting in half made your vision go black.

You wake in a luxurious bedroom, with Bruno running his fingers through your hair. Crying and scared out of your mind, you beg him to let you go, but it’s like he can’t hear you.

Over the next couple of weeks, he treats you as if you can’t care for yourself. Cooking you extravagant meals, buying you lavish gifts, even forcing himself into the shower with you to run his hands over your trembling soapy body. 

You haven’t seen the outside world in months now. You can feel yourself going brain dead as Bruno’s obsessive love swallows you whole, making you completely and utterly reliant on him. No matter how humiliated you may feel about these arrangements, Bruno doesn’t mind a bit. 

Completely relying on him. Him as your entire world. It’s exactly how he wants it! 

He doesn’t care for a thing in the world, except your love for him.

He somehow has a secret folder of photos that are just you, so when it's late at night and he can't stop thinking about you, he can just pull those pics up.

And it's not even pictures that you've taken but pictures that he's secretly taken when you're not looking.

He gets so turned on by you that almost every day he's in his room stroking himself to the thought of you.

He's grunting and groaning, but hes not even worried about anyone hearing him in the moment.

One day he hopes that you'll walk in onhe's him and offer to help out, wrapping your hands, or that pretty mouth around his cock.

Not only does he get off on your pic that he has saved, but he also has a few pics on his wall that he can't help cumming on when he's finished.

And the fact that you turn out to be his neighbor makes things ten times worse, or maybe better.

Now he's constantly watching you change and thinks of taking a pic of you while you're mostly naked, but to be honest, he's not sure he should, but he thinks of it. 

Sometimes when he's feeling really disgusting, he’ll start jerking off to you changing, his cum dripping down the window as he tries his best to make sure he's not seen. 

©dearjotaro