justfacty
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To seal a fragile mafia truce, Nobita is handed over like a gift all dolled up in silk and bruises, perfume clinging to his skin, lips trembling as he's presented to Dekisugi. A living offering. A symbol of surrender.
Dekisugi scoffs at the sight. "They dressed you up for me?"
Nobita lowers his eyes. "I'm... supposed to be a peace g...gift."
"More like a glass ornament," Dekisugi mutters. "Pretty. Useless."
Nobita is soft-spoken, breakable, and always trembling, the very picture of everything Dekisugi hates. Or so he tells himself.
"I could snap you in half," Dekisugi sneers.
Nobita's voice is barely a whisper. "Then why haven't you?"
"...Because you don't want me to," he says. And he's right.
Warning
Degisuki x Nobita
M x M
Mpreg
Fragile x strong