L4d 1 & 2 oneshots ❤ (CLOSED)

A comedy of errors (NSFW)

Here's a sample of how I write smut, enjoy!

Ship: Nellis (Nick x Ellis)

Title taken from Shakespeare's play of the same name.

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Ellis jogged after the others into the safehouse, firing away at the stray zombies lingering in the twilight.

He spun on his heel and glanced around as Nick shut the door behind him, letting loose a whistle. "Well damn! We got ourselves a jackpot tonight!"

The safehouse was a nice two-story house, mostly undamaged. By the looks of it, it was also clean. Or, at least, cleaner than most of the places they'd slept in.

"Oh thank god." Rochelle sighed, "I need a real bed tonight."

Ellis turned to her, "Don't worry, Ro, you and Coach will be good as new soon enough!"

Rochelle looked at him, a sad smile gracing her features. She glanced at Coach. The man was clutching his side, having taken a nasty swipe from a hunter earlier. He'd need new bandages soon, and new stitches as well.

"We got lucky today, real lucky. We can't take any more risks, at least not for a while." Nick said, putting his gun down. He turned to Rochelle, "How's the leg?"

"Still stiff," She replied. Her leg had been sore since she woke up and cramping all day.

"What about you, Coach?" Nick asked.

Coach shook his head, "Gonna need help getting upstairs. I need my rest for tomorrow."

"I got you," Ellis chimed in. He moved over to him, tucking under his arm and guiding him upstairs.

"Alright," Rochelle said, turning to Nick and holding out her fist, "best two out of three?"

They'd come up with a pretty easy system of deciding who would go to watch first. A few games of rock, paper, scissors, set the deal for the night.

Nick shook his head, guiding her fist down, "I'll stay up with Ellis, you and Coach need to rest."

Rochelle raised an eyebrow, "I'm not hurt that bad, besides, weren't you the one flung by a charger?"

"Charger smarger," he replied, with a dismissive hand wave.

A smirk curled on her lips, "I see. You just wanna be alone with Ellis." She shrugged, examining her nails. "That's fair, me and Coach would definitely get in the way of your confession."

Nick stiffened, turning red, "I DO NOT have a crush on him!" He folded his arms, facing away from her, "God, I try to be nice ONCE and this is the fucking response? Unbelievable."

"Aha! I didn't say you had a crush."

"I don't!"

"But you assumed that's what I meant, which means you have one."

"Go fuck yourself."

Rochelle laughed, clutching her belly, "Damn, not even denying it anymore, huh? That was fast!"

Her laugh turned into a gasp as she was thrown off her feet. She blinked, Nick was carrying her upstairs.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Taking you to bed."

"I could've come up here myself. I ain't a kid."

"Really? You were being so childish I forgot." He replied, punctuating the jab with a shit-eating grin.

When he set her down on the other bed in the room with Coach, Rochelle punched his shoulder.

Rochelle shook her head at his laugh, "Whatever." She turned to Ellis, "Did you clean him up?"