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He’s so pretty… I want him to be grievously injured

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more nellis arts please!! :D

100% Sure！

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Can u do a francis x Nick NSFW thing it's a ship I like but can't find anyone who ships it

I only do sfms of nick/ellis on this blog :')

Any other ships or nsfw pics would need to be done through commissions. (which are still open!)

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I don't think it'll be easy to complete, so I'll upload 😂😂😂

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. . .

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fantasy.

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ugly ass soggy thing

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nick came home.

continuation of this post

NSFW

FULL VERSION HERE

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HERE'S A LOT LOT LOT OF NELLIS.

Hope you enjoy.

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Ellis with a hood, anybody?

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alone time.

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nick's dms: NSFW

FULL VERSION HERE

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Company

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Series of my leon holding flashlights drawings

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Gunplay | Microfic | WIP

L4D2 Nick/Ellis, setup, fic opening, snippet

Why write smut when I can write about the idea of smut?

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Nick has his shirt unbuttoned under his ridiculous white suit coat, leaned against the wall with deadly ease. He stares Ellis down as his long, thin fingers begin unloading his personal revolver, deliberate and slow. He refuses to break eye contact as he slides the catch and tips the cylinder to the side, points the barrel up, ejects the cartridges to clatter across the floor.

Ellis stares transfixed from his position on the safe house floor, blue eyes shining in the dim orange light. His fingers absently pick at a seam on his boot.

Rising, Nick snaps the cylinder back into place. The crack of the metal makes Ellis start, his nerves already frazzled and strained.

“What’r ya doin, Nick?” He breathes.

Nick closes the distance between them and touches the cold metal of his magnum to Ellis’ throat in example. Ellis lifts his face obediently, heartbeat thudding in his ears.

“Safe word is California.” Nick purrs, leaning down close enough Ellis feels the words against his lips, “You can opt out any time.”

Ellis swallows thickly and nods, but doesn’t back down. The magnum’s sight bites painlessly into his skin, sends electricity across his nerves.

Dipping down the gambler presses their lips together in a chaste kiss, using the movement to cover knocking Ellis’ ball cap off with his gun.

Ellis opens his mouth to argue but thinks better of it, snapping it shut and swallowing around his dry tongue. His eyes follow Nick’s lips as he pulls back.

“Good boy.” 

The praise pours gasoline on Ellis’ already burning face, heat crawling down his neck and standing his hair on end. Arousal soaks through him and he adjusts a little, eyes the gun.

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Got you!