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Trying a go at fanfic so here we go!!

NSFW Nick L4D2 x Reader

Jimmy Gibbs Jr’s Car + Close Quarters = ….

The engine’s off, but the air inside the car is thick with heat.

Maybe it’s the Georgia sun beating down on the windshield. Maybe it’s the way Nick’s sitting next to you, legs spread, arms folded, that perpetual scowl stitched into his face like it’s part of his damn wardrobe. Or maybe it’s because the two of you can’t stand each other and Coach, in all his wisdom, decided that meant you should be the ones stuck guarding the car while the others scavenge.

You shift in the backseat seat, knee brushing his. He doesn’t move.

“You could at least try not to take up the whole goddamn car.”

Nick tilts his head, smirking without looking at you. “Sweetheart, this is Jimmy Gibbs Jr.’s car. I’m just treating it with the respect it deserves.”

“By treating it like your personal recliner?”

He finally turns to look at you, blue eyes sharp, unreadable. “You jealous or just desperate for attention?”

You scoff, crossing your arms. “Please. I wouldn’t even touch you with my shotgun.”

“Bold talk for someone stuck with me in here for the next two hours.” His eyes flick downward for a beat too long—to your mouth, then your throat. The way his gaze lingers makes your skin crawl, but not from discomfort.

He notices. Of course he does.

You lean back, the seat creaking beneath you. “What? I’m not the one staring.”

Nick shifts in his seat, elbow brushing yours now, purposefully slow. “No, but you’re not exactly looking away either.”

The silence that follows is different—thick, charged. There’s no radio, no gunfire, no moaning infected to distract from the thrum of your pulse. Just the faint tick of the engine cooling and the sound of Nick breathing, close enough that you can feel it.

“You always pick fights with people you want to sleep with?” you murmur, voice low, dangerous.

Nick’s grin curls like smoke. “Only when I think it’ll work.”

There it is. The spark in his eye, the shift in the air, like a storm gathering just beneath the surface.

Your breath hitches. You don’t move when his fingers brush your knee. You should slap his hand away. You should tell him to fuck off. You don’t.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” you whisper.

Nick leans in, voice rough. “Show me how dangerous honey.”

You don’t remember leaning in, but suddenly your faces are too close, the heat of his breath on your cheek, the line between irritation and desire practically evaporated. It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s inevitable.

When your lips crash into his, it’s fire and gasoline—too much teeth and too much want. He grabs your waist like he’s been dying to, like he’s claiming victory. Your fingers tangle in his shirt, pulling him closer even as your mind screams that this is a terrible idea.

But god, it feels so good to be wrong.

The windows fog. The world disappears. All that’s left is the ache, the tension, and Nick annoying, cocky, infuriating Nick tangled up in you like you’re the only thing that’s ever made him shut up.

The moment your mouths crash together again, everything else vanishes morality, logic, the goddamn apocalypse. It’s just you and Nick and the heat clawing up your spine like wildfire.

He groans into your mouth when you tug at his shirt, nails digging into his side like you’re trying to anchor yourself. Nick is all hands now—rough palms skating over your thighs, your waist, gripping like he’s scared you’ll disappear before he gets enough. But you’re not going anywhere. Not now.

He climbs over, settling between your legs like he owns the space. Like he owns you. His weight pins you to the seat, his hips grinding down just enough to make your back arch, a moan slipping out before you can stop it.

“Fuck,” he mutters, voice gravel and heat, “you sound better than I imagined.”

You shove his jacket off his shoulders, frantic, your hands all over his chest, his stomach, needing to feel. His shirt unbutton with your urgency, and your fingers trail over the skin just above his belt, making him shiver.

He’s not gentle. You didn’t want him to be.

When his mouth moves to your neck, you tilt your head back, letting him bite, suck, mark. Your legs wrap around his waist as he grinds against you harder now, the friction maddening. The windows are fogged, the leather seat sticking to your skin, but neither of you care.

You fumble at his belt—he helps, cursing under his breath when your fingers brush him through his boxers. The smugness fades from his face for a split second, replaced with raw hunger.

“You wanna keep dry fucking me or are we doing this?” you tease, voice breathless, lips swollen.

He grabs your jaw, tilting your head to meet his eyes. “I’m gonna ruin you, sweetheart.”

Your clothes hit the floorboard, disheveled and forgotten. His fingers find you first, slipping between your thighs with practiced ease, testing, teasing, slick and ready. Your hips buck into his hand, and he smirks again but softer this time. Almost reverent.

“Christ… look at you,” he whispers. “You really hate me that much, huh?”

You reach down, wrapping your hand around him. He hisses through his teeth, bucking into your palm. “Shut up and fuck me, Nick.”

The first thrust is fast and unforgiving, but it’s exactly what you both need. The car rocks slightly with each thrust, your fingers dig into his back, nails raking down hard enough to leave marks. He buries his face in your shoulder, breath ragged, voice filthy in your ear.

“You feel—fuck—feel so good. Fuckin’ perfect…”

You can barely respond, too caught in the rhythm, the stretch, the way every thrust makes your breath catch. You cling to him, wrap your legs tighter, drag him deeper.

It builds fast—heat curling in your gut, tension wound so tight you can barely think.

Nick kisses you again, all tongue and desperation. “Come on sweetie,” he growls, “come with me. Let me feel it.”

You fall apart around him with a strangled cry, nails digging into his shoulders, hips jerking helplessly. He follows with a low, guttural groan, spilling into you as his rhythm falters, hips twitching through the aftershocks.

Silence falls, broken only by the sound of panting and the ticking engine.

His forehead rests against yours, and you’re both still tangled up, sweat-slick and breathless.

“Still hate me?” he mutters, lips brushing yours.

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Summary: You found yourself with a group of survivors, for a few weeks now, during this horrid outbreak. It’s pretty obvious one of the younger members has the hots for you.

Characters: Ellis

Series: Left 4 Dead 2

Content: Smut

Occasionally you’d hear the distant scream or fight between two infected zombies as you sat next to the safe house door. Its iconic metal bars that only allowed an arm or many slip in so you could shoot them off if you pleased.

However it wasn’t that kind of morning. You were minding your business, quietly soaking in the silence for as much as you could until the rest of your new found group would slowly stir awake.

Looking around the safe room it was no hotel. But from the looks, this little posse found home within the corners or slumped next to countertops as a means of rest.

One of the men in the group caught your eye. He called himself Ellis. And boy was he a piece of work.

Great fighter, but he had a mouth. Not that it was horrible or anything. You actually really enjoyed it and would even consider saying it was “cute” but the other three would disagree. Especially considering they were much older than you two.

Many attempts would fail or succeed in trying to show off and impress you like a male competing for attention when it came to Ellis. Running past a tank waving his hands like a maniac or shotgunning a jockey clean out of the sky as it took a leap towards Coach. He was absolutely crazy to impress you, but you secretly loved it.

And here you were, catching yourself staring at his broad shoulders as he slept on his side. His hat tossed onto the floor letting his short brown hair see the light.

Your eyes snapped away every second he’d mumble something in his sleep, or move in the slightest bit. Mildly horrified that he’d wake up, roll over, and see you staring at him like a psycho.

Unfortunately one of the times he stirred in his rest he finally woke up. Slowly coming to his senses again as he did.

“Mmmgh…” Ellis grumbled quietly. You could barely catch him cursing under his breath as he sat up with his face in his hands.

You took this chance to sneak another look before turning your head away. Your gaze looking up through the bars towards the sky, the sun was rising.

“Psst…! Hey! You awake?” A southern whisper drew you back to meet his tired gaze. Despite just waking up, he had a small smile twisting onto his face.

“Yeah…” you whispered back, “Have been.”

“Did you get any shut-eye?” His grin swapped to concern within seconds. You held back your small laugh.

“Yes, not a lot. I get scared of the dark.” You teased. He, of course, took it literally.

“Aw man, ain’t nothin’ the dark to be scared of! Just the nasty shit that comes outta it!”

Nick rolled in his slumber. Making both of us freeze in hopes he out of all the adults would stay asleep the longest. Ellis looked at the gambler then to you before tapping his surrounding with his hands until his hat was found and returned back to its rightful head.

Slowly the hick scooted across the carpet floor till he had his back against the same wall you were. He looked over, grinning like a teen as if he had just successfully snuck out of his window to see his lover in the night.

“I uh… s- so by any chance uhm.” Ellis bit his lip. His sudden demeanor swapping out with a more embarrassed expression. “I’m just gunna cut right to the chase here. Have you ever… kissed… a boy? Before? N’ it could be just once or never because now I’m just makin’ shit up as if you had already. Even once…”

“Whoa… okay. First off, yes. Second off, take a well deserved chill pill dude.”

“Sorry… I talk when the nerves get all riled up. I’m very riled up right now. M’hearts beating million miles per second.” He let out a small laugh and gestured towards his chest in a swirling motion with his hands.

You decided to take his hand in yours. “Nerves can be… overwhelming. Especially when you don’t know the outcome.”

“…yeah…” Ellis slowed as he looked deeply towards you.

“And your heart races when you think you’re doing something stupid.”

“Right… right.”

“But… your heart slows down, and you let out a heavy sigh of relief when you realize it’s actually not stupid at all.”

Ellis let out a heavy sigh. Nodding his head at each word that slipped past your lips. You could tell he was staring.

“Especially when…” you looked towards him finally. Practically seeing his breath hitch in his throat as you did. “You have the right idea… Ellis.”

Both of you slowly itched closer to one another. Ellis’ eyes heavy while you kept yours on his lips.

Within seconds you’d meet and hopefully not wake the others around you with your clash of desires. Especially with all the pent of energy of trying to survive and keep your head. It really got thick under your skin after days of working to make it. If you’d make it at all.

Finally you closed your eyes. Feeling his lustful breath hit your lips, leaving your skin with a tingle and a drop to your stomach.

“Boys…” a gentle voice made both you and Ellis snap away in seconds. Your hearts pounding out of your chests as you both collectively looked across the safe room to see Rochelle grinning at the two of you.

“Sorry to interrupt. But…the other two are about to get up.” She pointed at Coach who ironically let out a booming yawn that immediately woke up the man in the suit.

A string of curses followed from Nick as he slowly got up. Swinging his arms and bending his back with a crack that followed.

Ellis bolted up from the wall. Up on his feet within seconds like a deer spotting danger.

“You guys ready to—“ He cleared his throat. Attempting to fake a cough which came out in a weird breathy wheeze. “Head out?”

“Yeah? Jeez I just woke up and already everyone is a pain in my ass.”

“Shut up Nick.” Coach verbally spat in his direction.

“Ya know, without us? You’d be one dead sad corpse on the street Nick.” Ellis grinned at the taller man. Nick rolled his eyes in retort.

“C’mon boys, it’s time I babysit you four.” Rochelle laughed to herself.

As the group began to gear up and ready themselves for the next big clash of the living and the undead Ellis waltzed up beside you as you tinkered with some ammo.

“N’ uhh for the record… I ain’t never kissed a boy.” He whispered. His breath rolling down your neck, whether it was intentional or not it still made your spine shiver.

“But… I’d uhm. I’m just sayin’ we should find a more private place to… y’know.”

“You’re talking about kissing like it’s sex Ellis.” You couldn’t help but grin at his face drop at the mention of the big “S” word.

“You uhhh… are you saying—“

“Alright you two youngins! Let’s get a move on!” Coach beckoned from the door. The other two members of the group already outside and blasting zombies to bits.

The two of you looking over your shoulders you leaned in whispering into the southern boys ear.

Without waiting for his response you treaded past him and out the door ready for what today had to bring. Ellis stood there for a few more minutes. His neck feeling hot and face even hotter.

What you said sent a crashing wave of lustful thoughts that made him wish the two of you were alone right then and there. Instead he ran out the door, shotgun in hand and ready to impress you some more.

…

Hours had passed already. From the sweet calm safe room to out on the streets of this hell. Zombies came in hordes and that was only the beginning of the bloodshed.

You and Ellis with your collective luck managed to be on the opposite side of an oil truck exploding perfectly separating the two youngest from the three oldest.

“Shit! Hordes coming in Ellis!” You shot at any oncoming infected while the hick mildly panicked.

“Alright! We’re gunna meet you at the mall! Now don’t move on till we—!”

“Ellis we’ve got to go! Now!” You shouted over your shoulder. Bullets flew from your smg as you gripped the trigger like it was a lifeline.

Ellis jumped down to your side, taking out a few zeds with his shotgun. You felt his hand wrap around your wrist. He began to pull you away from the active war zone as best he could. The two of you zipping past cars and buildings until you laid eyes on a gas station.

“Move your ass! Straight ahead!” You were now in the lead. Ellis following straight behind as the two of you booked it towards the quiet station.

Glass broke under your shoes as you ran inside. Quickly ducking back into the “employees only” area of the store. You two stood there for a few seconds, panting like dogs after the heavy amount of sprinting that had ensued.

“Jesus… felt like that was our last breathin’ moments.” Ellis slumped into a wall. Letting himself slowly drag down until he sat on the tile floor.

“Yeah… yeah I… that was pretty scary.” You fell down to rest your beating legs. It felt like you had just ran a mile under thirty seconds.

“I say we rest up. Don’t wanna risk our tails second time round. You down?”

“Down.” You plopped down by his side. Wishing you had something to ease your mind from this unfortunate situation.

Silent moments passed. You had your head resting against the wall while you trailed off in thought. Although Ellis, being Ellis, decided to spark up a conversation.

“You uhm… earlier this mornin’ you said you had kissed a boy before.”

“You’re still on about that?” You turn your head to look into those soft, curious eyes.

“Well I mean. Shit. Look I… I don’t know what I like no more. First it was all about girls. Then I met you n’… things changed— my mind changed?”

“Look Ellis. I’ve kissed tons of people before. Some I regret some I don’t but that’s besides the point. It’s just what I like. Maybe you’re the same way.”

“Same way?”

“You probably like both. Just because you suddenly got the hots for me doesn’t exactly mean you’re gay.”

“Huh…” Ellis flipped off his hat. That cute short hair blessing your view once again.

“You want to find out?” You scooted closer. Closing the small gap between the two of you.

“Yeah I’d… really like that… y’know.” Ellis swallowed back his fears. You huffed out a gentle laugh before reaching out to cup his cheek.

His skin was rough but his features were soft. It was cute watching him clear his throat to hold back his shaken breaths as you crept your lips closer to his.

“You sure about this?” You were one more step away from kissing the hick. Ellis nodded his head before words slipped past his lips.

“You know I ain’t much of a man who’s used to bein’ on the receiving end of a kiss. Not like this exactly… but— but course I done did plenty of kissin’ it’s jus’ with you— mgh!”

You couldn’t help it. Halfway through his sweet little rant you thought it would just be best for your ears to shut him up in the best possible way. Ellis immediately took a liking within seconds though.

The man leaned into it, deepening the kiss as best he knew how. Taken back you fumbled a bit in your kiss as he practically pressed his whole body into you. It was a bit shocking but not really. You had to admit he was pretty damn good.

He was the first to pull away. Eyes widened and a small smirk tugged on his cheek. “Holy. Shit.” Ellis stood up from the wall, taking in the room around the two of you.

“I could work wit this.” Ellis nodded his head while rubbing his chin. You couldn’t help the look of confusion that flooded your features as you looked up at him.

“What are you talking about this time?”

“I was thinkin’ we got ‘Nough privacy don’t we? Well maybe we could…” Ellis dropped his head to scratch the back of his neck. His bigger self shrinking as he grew embarrassed once again.

“Are you asking me to have sex with you?”

“Well don’t jus’ say it like that! I want to make love with you. Not jus’ fuck one another n’ call it a night. Sure this ain’t no romantic rose petal infested bedroom but…” Ellis trailed off. Using his hands in abundance to talk for him.

“Shh, I get your point.” You stood up from sitting on the floor. “I like you too.”

“Just… like? Really…?”

“We’ll figure it out later. I’m convinced you aren’t entirely sure about this.”

“Only one way to find out. C’mere.” Ellis took a step back, sitting on the table behind him. That grin returning back to his face.

…

Your clothes were strung about the small space. Ellis’ hat thrown onto the floor along with your pants and shirt just beside it.

Ellis had bent you over the table, prepping you from behind as you rested your head in your arms. Your stomach fluttered and your eyes felt heavy as his fingers slowly slid in and out.

“Feelin’ good up there?” You could practically hear the smile from his voice.

You nodded and gave a “mhm” with furrowed brows. Getting a bit impatient you began to spread your legs a little more for him, hoping he’d catch the idea.

He did. With a simple click of his tongue his fingers retreated back and you now felt both his hands grip tightly onto your waist. Ellis’ rough callused palms practically dug into the tender bits of your skin. Christ it felt good.

“Now… I haven’t done this in practically a century. So don’t judge me on my—“

“I think it’ll feel good no matter. So why don’t we find out? Tough guy.”

That name set him off like fireworks on the fourth. His grip on your waist tightened and you could now feel him guide himself inside slowly.

You rolled your head forward into your arms again. Letting yourself feel every inch of him connecting with you.

“Fu—ck! Jumping Jesus you feel… holy sh—!” Ellis’ voice choked back with a rolling moan as he fully slid inside. His eyes glazed over where he was inside you up towards his hands. He squeezed and you let out a moan of your own.

“God I gotta start… but— you ready? I… I can…”

Looking over your shoulder you met with his eyes. So soft and caring it made your entire body feel warm despite the cold that crawled up your skin with the lack of clothing. You nodded, reaching a hand back to grab his wrist and squeeze.

“Go on…” you breathed. He nodded while lowering his gaze back down to your ass.

Beginning slow he slid out then back in a few times until he began to quicken his pace. Still looking at him and his adorable expression you began to smile softly.

Ellis had his brows furrowed with a somewhat saddened expression. His mouth hung open a bit with the occasional “fuck” or southern saying. Eventually he really got into it.

His hips thrusting into your backside causing that sweet sound of skin slapping against skin. You readjusted slightly, now instead of laying on the table you propped yourself up to get better leverage.

The hick took this as the perfect opportunity to raise his grip higher. Wrapping his arms around your chest as he began to shoot his hips into you. Moaning and grunting like animals.

You turned your torso a bit to face him better. Both of you immediately clashing lips like it was your last day on earth. Few more minutes passed with a few more following thrusts that began to stagger and fall less consistently.

The universal sigh he was close, you could tell. And as if he could read your mind his voice blurted out in a groan.

“I’m… so so fuckin’ close—! So close… I’m gunna— hah do you—?”

“Do it—!” You managed to choke out past your constant ring of moans that rolled up your throat with each following thrust that met your skin.

“Fuck fuck fuck!!!” Ellis clutched onto you like a lifeline as he buried himself into you as deep as he possibly could.

The weight of him rolling into you made you both lay onto the table. You felt every string of his release within you. Out of all the bullshit you’d been through both of you definitely needed this.

Ellis lifted himself from off your back, panting like he was before when the two of you had first found this place. You looked over your shoulder wondering what he was thinking.

“We are definitely doin’ this again…” Ellis smiled down at you before peppering your shoulders and neck in kisses.

“No doubt about it…” you exhaled with a smile.

“So does this make us—“

Ripping through the calm silence of the gas station around you was that terrible noise of a car alarm blaring. Both you and Ellis stopped everything to clean up as fast as you could. In the speed of the moment neither of you cared who put on what article of clothing as you both began to sprint out the gas station once again.

BOUNES:

An hour had passed officially. You and Ellis casually strolling up to the mall like you hadn’t just fought an army of the undead within the past hour. And other things…

Rochelle, standing outside the safe room door, immediately spotted the two of you. Running up with open arms. Clutching into the two with a small sob.

“You boys ain’t never leaving my sight again!” She pulled back taking a good look at the grime and sweat on your faces.

You both shared a smile at the news reporter.

“Jesus kids what the hell where you both doin?” Coach waltzed up beside Rochelle, just as concerned as she was for your well being.

“Great family reunion.” Nick scoffed. “But can we address the fact that you’re wearing Ellis’ shirt.”

Nick pointed towards you. Your face and stomach felt the rush of embarrassment. You also had just realized… you were wearing Ellis’ shirt and he was wearing yours.

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