semi-closed 🔪 not pulling the knife out

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Who ⬤ this feral fucking dog and various bedside wellwishers
What ⬤ nishitani got real stabbed and now is in his recovery bed phase (spoiler: he's bad at it)
When ⬤ late may
Where ⬤ emily's clinic and andy's apartment
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani CW as always. Most likely discussions of intense, violent sadomasochism and the chance of practicing it too

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[ Andy gives him a sidelong look, like she's debating the merits of just leaving him there to suffer Bastard's whims — but finally, she lets herself be summoned, coming over to scoop that furry little tyrant up into her arms, ignoring his claws as she carries him over to the open window to release him. ]

Doctor's orders were for you to lay there and behave yourself.

[ She says that, but she still settles in on their futon next to him. ]

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[ Nishitani immediately tries to roll over towards her, but settles with her so close, and begins to kiss at her temple, her hairline, wherever he can reach. ] I'm perfectly behaved. Don't I deserve something nice for my patience?

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[ She must think he can handle at least a little rough-housing, because she doesn’t hesitate to shove him back down against the futon, leaning over him with one hand pressed to his sternum as she gives him a kiss with a hint of teeth. ]

Can’t believe I’m actually debating whether to risk Emily’s disapproval. [ In a low, wry murmur: ] Guess I must really like you or something.

[ Or something. ]

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[ Nishitani grunts when he's pushed back, but in no way does he speak against the treatment. They both know he likes it, anyways, especially once she starts kissing him. ] I would hope you really like me, baby. I don't go around getting stabbed for just anyone.

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[ She gives him another one of her little looks, but it’s mostly for show. Must be, since the hand she had at his chest has wandered down to the bandages covering his side. Despite relieving him of Bastard’s harassment earlier, she seems to have minimal qualms with pressing down on his wound herself - just a little, like she’s testing it. ]

I remember. [ With a twinge of wryness: ] Your girl, right?

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[ Nishitani hisses, keeps his eyes on Andy even as he wants to duck his torso away from the pressure on his side-- well, the other half of him wants to push against her hand, regardless, just to make the main even sweeter. ] My girl. [ He grins, sharp, reaches up and digs his fingers into her hair, trying to urge her down for another kiss. ] My fucking woman.

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[ She meets his gaze steadily, her eyes dark and knowing. The corner of her mouth quirks up with faint amusement when she feels his hands in her hair - but she doesn’t yield right away, tilting her head instead so they can both feel the tension in each strand when he pulls. Meanwhile, the hand at his side eases up a little, her touch becoming exploratory instead, feeling out where the flesh beneath gives more readily.

Mildly, she agrees: ]

Your fucking woman.

[ Her fingers flex, digging just so into the line of his wound from on top of the bandages. A fucking tease. ]

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A bitch and a cunt, too. [ Half in response to her kneading his side, half in response to her stubbornly refusing to get down to his level, to kiss and lick into the other. Still, Nishitani brings his other hand up to tangle with Andy's exploratory touch. ] Come on, haven't I been a good for you?

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[ She smiles at that. It's her mean little smile. A bitch and a cunt, for sure. Just how he likes her, and she knows it. ]

You? [ In a wry murmur: ] Good? Please.

[ But she must not mind that all too much, because she finally gives in to the hand in her hair, leaning down to kiss him again. Underneath his other hand, her fingers have started pulling apart the dressing over his wound, peeling away bandages to reveal the injured flesh beneath. ]

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[ Nishitani bites against her lips, kissing her dirty and filthy and wishing he had the strength to flip her-- ]

[ But then she's pulling at the gauze wrappings, and he leans back from her, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar when he realizes what she's playing with. ] Oh shit, is this it? Are we doing this? [ He sounds like a kid, excited beyond belief. ]

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[ She really should not be charmed by his excitement. In fact, there's a whole fucking lot of should not's going on right now, at least one of which she's sure Emily will have a strong opinion about — but fuck it. The man cheated death, and if all he wants from her is a finger or two in the hole that knife left behind, then he can have it. ]

Don't act so surprised. [ There might be a twinge of fond amusement underneath her usual wryness. ] You've been asking for it literally since the minute you got fucking stabbed.

[ With all the gauze and bandages pulled open, she tilts her head to get a look at what she's working with, trailing the tip of her finger along the line of the wound. ]

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Oh fuck, [ Nishitani is literally breathless from how giddy he feels in this exact moment. The woman he loves, a hole in his side, and the two get to be combined! What's not exciting about this? ] What do you need? Want? Anything, baby.

[ He at least manages to keep himself still as she pulls up the bandages and looks at the messy stab that's split his tattooed skin apart. He shivers when she touches him. ]

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[ Honestly, it's not the worst thing by far that anyone's ever asked her for — and really, she'd be lying if she said there wasn't something in it for her too. That Tamamo fucker might have held the knife that cut Nishitani open, but she made a gory mess out of his head with a bat, and this — well. Maybe it's her way of taking it back. ]

Better not move around too much. [ Dryly: ] Otherwise we'll make a mess.

[ Andy shifts on the futon, reaching into the nightstand for the pocketknife she keeps there. Not much good as a weapon — too small to be anything except a household tool — but the sharp tip works just fine when she nudges it under Emily's meticulous stitches, cutting a few of them open so that the mouth of the wound yawns just a little wider. ]

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[ Nishitani stops his fussing just to prove a point-- the point being that he can stay still when he needs it. His cheeks are flush with blood he doesn't have and he's propped himself up so he can watch as Andy begins her... exploration? ]

[ The little pocket knife is cute, and when she presses that tiny little blade against Emily's stitches, they pop open with the smallest sound. The ugly wound gapes at Andy, at Nishitani, blood already begining to pool up. ]

[ Regardless, Nishitani is pretty sure he's hard, even if physically, he's barely pushing a halfer. ] Oh, fuck, baby. I love you.

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[ There's an odd twinge in her chest that catches her a little off guard, stalling her for a tangible half-beat. She's not sure what does it — the sight of blood welling up, an unexpected reminder of that day, that cold dread she felt when she realized she couldn't make the bleeding stop — or because he picks that exact moment to casually say shit like I love you. Shit that she should brush right the fuck off because —

No. Fuck it. No more thinking. She tosses the pocket knife aside without looking. Then, without warning, two fingers get unceremoniously shoved into the open mouth of that damn wound to the first knuckle — a little rougher than she'd really meant to, and already pushing against the constraints of the flesh. ]

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Oh, fuck. [ Nishitani is craning his neck to keep what Andy does in sight, but nothing really prepares him for when her fingers go into his side, into his side. The pain is a wild, arching brand under his skin, electricity jolting up his spine, making his muscles pull and jaw clench tight. ]

[ He thinks he might bite through his tongue. Being stabbed is fine, but this? The pain is phenomenal, he's never experienced anything quite like this, and he makes no effort to hide his moans, how his hips jerk, or how he bares his throat. ] Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...

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[ Another woman might see that and go easy — but not her. Not Andy, who's always been equally capable of cruelty and tenderness in turns. She moves efficient and almost thoughtless ease, barely batting an eyelash as she straddles his hips to pin him down under her body weight. Her free hand braces just below his sternum, and she leans into it, pushing down when she leans over him, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes as she thrusts those two fingers slowly in and out of the wound. Just once — just to see if he'll take it. ]