semi-closed 🔪 not pulling the knife out

[pitfight]

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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[killtime]

[ 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. ]

[pitfight]

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...

[killtime]

[ 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. ]