Smoker! Nick x Gn! Reader (Angst + Smut)
MINORS DNI
TW: Zombie anatomy, mentions of blood and major character death.
Nick, after getting separated from the clawing hands of the undead comes back very, very different. He's still in there, and he yearns for your love.
Wonderful request made by my favorite reoccurring friend, @gridd1e ! Thank you for trusting me to fulfill this request. This was very fun to write, and much different from what I usually would post, its refreshing to write something new! Loved this.
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around 3,500 words.
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It was hard to move on without him. The circumstances only grew worse and worse without a fifth person. He was one of the last you’d expected to kick the bucket, but he was gone. Truly gone this time.
Nick was an asshole sometimes, but he had truly grown on you after the many days across Savannah. His skills were proven to be valuable, despite his smug demeanor. You had your moments with him at times, but begrudgingly to Nick, he was attached to you at this point. You two were close, and evidently so. The others seemed to have their own thoughts about the two of you, mostly teasing and such. Not that Nick cared, often flashing a quick finger in their direction.
Many nights were spent in the same sleeping bag, huddled for warmth with his coat covering you. Your head rested upon his chest, hearing his heart steadily beat and chest rise, his breathing soft like a lullaby. One of Nick’s hands wrapped around your side in a soft grip, holding your body tightly against himself. His soft kisses felt like eons ago, destined to have an everlasting effect on you. Those serine moments ended before you had even realized it.
You were in the middle of an apocalypse after all, and the reality was hitting you like a semi-truck.
You hadn’t seen him in days.
The last time you saw him, he was attacked by a horde. Clawed fingers and raw teeth slowly dragged him away, never to be seen again. The horrible sounds of his sacrifice echoed through your mind constantly, it was a heavy weight to bare.
“Go! Just get out of here damn it!”
It hit your gut and heart. You could have saved him, you repeated in your mind. It sickened you, watching his fate unfold in front of your own eyes, yet unable to act. All it took was one small slip up, and it lead to his unfortunate fate. It haunted you, even as you travelled through Savannah, still attempting to find CEDA or any signs of life other than the current group of survivors. You had to keep moving on, for yourself.
But the guilt gnawed at you, drove you mad even. Your sleeping bag empty and bare, no longer awakening to the man’s limbs entangled with your own. The grief felt as if it was lugging you down everyday.
You had continued on, through the burning cities and forgotten infrastructure, trailing behind the group more often than usual. Regardless of how dangerous it was to stick behind them.
However, It felt as if you were being watched constantly, like eyes were on your back persistently throughout each path you took. The feeling began a couple of days after Nick’s disappearance. An occasional creek behind you, or the sudden flutter of a flock of startled birds. The eerie feeling something was lurking, constantly lingering trickled down your spine.
Often left with a chilling feeling, that you weren’t alone. But every time you had turned around to check, fully expecting a jockey or hunter, you would be met with nothing. The others tended to brush you off, no matter how much you’d insisted something was seriously awry. But to be fair, since Nick’s parting you had been more paranoid and on edge. It wasn’t entirely shocking.
The night grew cold as you walked through the abandoned amusement park. The lights of Whispering Oaks were long forgotten, still left on and glimmering in the darkness. You walked around absentmindedly, keeping your melee poised incase any infected decided to materialize in front of you. The team was still relatively quiet, despite Ellis’s failed attempts to lessen the tension. He had tried to comfort you, but his attempts fell flat. Nick was gone. You blamed yourself for Nick’s disappearance, every one was aware. There was no way to sugar coat reality, you've realized.
As you walked through the amusement park, your mind continued to ponder off. The calm was nice for a short while, moving along the amusement park with the others. The games reminded you of old times, simpler times.
Simpler times with Nick even, your heart ached for the man. He would’ve absolutely despised this place, you chuckled to yourself at the thought. Right about now, maybe he would be making fun of Ellis or teasing Coach. It almost baffled you at how many times he tended to tease and irritate the others. But, all good moments end eventually.
It was unexpected, one moment was calm and somewhat serine, looking at all the bright lights of games and such. The next filled with the growls and angry snarls of the undead. They spilled into the area, you gripped your fire axe tighter as they approached.
“Get ready ya’ll!” Ellis called out as he reloaded his gun, it clicked as he snapped in a different magazine. Coach revved his chainsaw to life, the intimidating rumble echoing through the air. Rochelle readied her AK-47, taking a deep inhale, ready to face the horde.
You sliced and pushed them back, and it seemed like the horde was finally dying down. At least that’s what you thought, more and more seemed to just appear out of no where. The clown zombies only attracted more attention with their loud cartoonish sound effects, and it was almost impossible to target them among the giant swarm that had materialized just moments ago.
As the night continued and the horde never ceased, your limbs ached and burned from the weight of the axe you wielded. Constantly shoving and slicing, your arms grew tired, and the others seemed to be effected by the seer amount of undead as well. Coach was slowing down, and the rumble of his chainsaw grew quieter and quieter as the fuel was beginning to burn disturbingly low. Rochelle and Ellis had to switch to their own melee’s as ammo began to run out, their swings grew slow and exhausted.
However, as if things couldn’t get worse, that familiar feeling of being watched was suddenly overpowering.
Instantaneously, a loud guttural, yet raspy screech reverberated through the air. The sound immediately made you jolt in alarm, you had heard it before.
It was the warning screech of a smoker before they’d attacked. You attempted to stand poised and ready, however the infected ahead of you never rested. Their clawing and sharp attacks never ceased, and before you knew it, you were jerked back suddenly by a long, tongue like appendage. Barely even able to make a sound as your body was snared and helpless. It did not help that you were near the back of the group, providing support from behind. So when you were scooped away it would take at least a minute or two to notice.
It had happened so fast, you were slowly reeled in like a fish, and no matter how much you struggled, no amount would free the appendage covering your mouth. Your desperate eyes watching as the group’s silhouettes grew smaller and smaller, slowly dragged away. Your attempts at kicking and screaming were proven unsuccessful, no matter what you did, this damn smoker didn’t free you.
You were slowly dragged up the side of a building, all the way up to the towering roof. The ground growing smaller and smaller below your encased form, your stomach dropped at the height you were practically being hung at. The queasiness in your stomach almost made you want to throw up. Bile seemed to want to spill from the back of your throat.
Your brain spun at the lack of oxygen, your hands tugged at the appendage, even though it was futile. You could hear the sound of raspy coughs above you, a deep snarl emerged when you were grappled to the top. Your heart dropped to your stomach, you were undoubtedly snagged, and there was no chance the infected creature would release you.
However, in the corner of your eye a familiar blue and white suit stood slumped.
“Nick?” You would squeeze out to the best of your ability in horror at the petrifying realization that he’d actually turned. The feeling was Atkin to as if you had seen a ghost, which, in some sick way you had. Your heart dropped at the sight of him, Nick’s growling and raspy snarls seemed to subside as his glazed over eyes focused on you. The tentacle like appendage around your body slowly pulled you closer to him.
He was much lankier now, more than before. The constantly evolving virus of the green flu had changed him. Nick’s body seemed to loom over you, an almost expectant look on his now pale face as a growl emerged from his throat. His suit was torn and stained, the edges of his attire stretched and tore in an attempt to adapt to his change of frame. His hair somehow remained messily slicked back even now as a zombie. His skin a sickly green and tan, the veins in his arms were a frightening ghostly black. Some parts of his skin were discolored and patchy, including the sickening bumps that were patterned all over his body.
As he dragged you closer, you shut your eyes in terror. Your legs flailed in a poor attempt to try and scrape yourself away. Expecting to be met with quick death via strangulation or by the rough clawing of jagged fingers, your hands fumbled, aiming to grab your pistol out of its holster. His grip only increased, the muscles of the appendage flexed and tightened around your desperate body, your breath hitched. You could feel his ragged breathing graze the back of your neck, sending chills that made your hair stand.
“Nick! Nickolas!” You had tried to call out to the man.
But instead of the cold encasing of death, you felt the warm embrace of Nick’s changed body, merely holding you close. His raspy breaths ghosting your neck, your skin prickled at the sensation. Shuffling and wiggling your body momentarily, Nick’s grip on your frame seemed to diminish. His fingers still gripped you, almost as if he was afraid you may leave, but at least you could move now. With your freed hands and arms, you reached up. Cupping his face in your palms, he leaned into your touch with a gurgled coo.
“You’re still in there, huh?” You cocked your head up at him. Tears welling up in your eyes, you’d tried to blink them away, but it was futile. His own blurry eyes peered down at your own. Nick’s pupils seemed to dilate, and his irises were a dim olive green instead of the once charming blue hue they once were.
You were.. happy to see him. Despite his current circumstances. Stepped up on the tips of your toes, you pressed a firm kiss on his cheek. Tears dripped down your face as you did, your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned down slightly at the attention. Continuing to pepper his face with kisses, you could feel his arms and appendage grip you once again. His rough hands wrapped around your waist, fingers inching against your hips.
“Please.” He rasped out with a snarl, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he did. It almost resembled a feral animal. It was deep, assertive almost. You paused slightly at the implication of his words, already feeling the need fester within your lower body.
“Nick, are you really sure? It’s you, right?” You sniffled, staring deep into his eyes. They seemed to glimmer back in need and want, seemingly almost dilating further. He was aware, and he wanted you. No, needed you. Nick simply clutched you deeper at your words, his raw voice taking a second to squeeze out a comprehensible response. Gravely vocal cords almost resembling a feral snarl in his attempt.
“Need you- Please, I need you.” Nick pleaded, so pitifully. His raw voice croaked and cracked, rough finger nails almost clawed at your skin. They gripped at your clothes, wanting nothing more than to just tear them off.
“I need to know it’s you, Nick, and not the virus speaking for you.” You clutched him closer, tilting his head further down to look into your eyes. His taller form slumped lower as you did.
“Please, please, it’s me. It’s me.” Nick pleaded, his face hiding itself into the crook of your neck, the feeling of his jagged teeth against your jugular made you shiver.
“Okay, okay. Of course.” You exhaled in exhilaration, you were really doing this. You braced yourself momentarily, unaware of what you were going to experience.
You could feel his lanky fingers inch down your shirt, but then the sudden feeling of his tentacle like tongue made you quiver. It was warm and sticky, and it crept its way down your pelvis and into your pants. You spreaded your legs wider, granting him access to your core. The appendage slowly shuffled down your panties, making its way down your pelvis to your vagina. Coating your folds with a layer of warm saliva, it was by far the strangest sensation you had experienced.
Nick seemed blissed out, desperate deep growls rose from his jugular. His fingers gripped at your hips as he held you, his face resting on your shoulder as he continued his ministrations under your clothed parts. The tent in his pants evident as he grinded himself against the plush of your ass.
“More, more..” Nick couldn’t help but whine.
“Fuck- Nick.” You grunted, feeling him push the appendage further into you and his length grind against you. He was going slow at the moment, but you could feel himself trembling behind you slightly, as if holding himself back from what he wanted to do.
You didn’t quite understand how this was happening, with the infection that clouded his mind you expected him to gut you alive just a minute ago. But he wanted you, and you only. Regardless of the virus and his changed demeanor. However, he was much more feral now, his voice was harder to understand at times as he was often snarling or growling. But his actions spoke for itself, he still did love you. Despite being turned into a literal Smoker.
And honestly, you didn’t quite mind. As long as it was truly him still in there.
Shuffling in his grip, you were able to strip your pants and panties off. The slick fabric slid down your thighs and down your legs, forgotten almost immediately. Nick silently clutched you closer from behind as you did, his tentacle like appendage still working you open. Your free hand moved to unclasp his belt, along with free his cock from the restraints of his boxers.
You took a second to gander at his cock, after all it felt like eons since the last time you had. It was noticeably longer and thicker, the dark veins that traveled up his shaft were more pronounced now, almost pulsing.
Suddenly, you could feel Nick move forward, his rough hands making you bend over. He immediately slotted himself between the tight of your thighs. The smokers tongue still pressed inside of you, and the overstimulation made you whimper as Nick began to move back and fourth repeatedly.
The friction alone spurred you on, the appendage within you moved in and out, rubbing against your clit perfectly. All while pressing against each sensitive nerve within you.
“Holy shit, where did you learn to do that Nick?” You practically mewled at the sensation. Nick gave a gargled growl in response, his pace growing steadily faster. Your back arched at the increase in speed, before Nick placed a hand on your back, bending you forward. He paused for a moment, gazing at the sight below him. Soft whimpers rose up from you as he did.
You were bent over for him, while you were being tongue fucked. A mix your own juices and his saliva coated your inner thighs, dripping down your legs now. The scent of your essence only urged Nick further and further.
You could feel his cock twitch and pulse between your thighs, a growl echoed from the man above you.
“Can I-? Please-“ Nick begged, his hands trembled and his body itched for you needlessly.
“Shit, of course.” You muttered breathlessly.
With a lewd audible squelch, he withdrew his appendage from your insides, instead moving it to rub your clit feverishly. You shuddered at the sudden emptiness, now feeling Nick move his free hand off of your hips, and lining himself up with your vagina.
He could feel how loose you were, and it didn’t take much effort to slide himself inside. Your heartbeat quickened, feeling the warmth and stretch of his length. Inch by inch he pushed in further, his pace slow despite his own bodies protests. You could tell he was holding back, it wasn’t hard to notice. Nick’s hips quivered, his fingernails dug into your skin, and his raspy breaths grew louder above you.
As Nick finally bottomed out, it was hard for himself to move at a reasonable pace. It was evident as his feverish movements only grew more intense, it was so obvious he was at his breaking point.
You took a long inhale and exhale, his appendage still played with your clit. Still squeezing you occasionally as the muscle was still wrapped around your body. And the sensations were beginning to get to you. He’d only just bottomed out inside you damnit, and you were already so close to cumming.
“Nick, oh god, I’m close.” You whined out breathlessly, Nick could only return with a guttural growl in response. His hips sped up at your words, hitting each and every sensitive spot within you. You swore you were seeing stars at this point, the sensations were downright mind numbing.
Each time he pulled out fully, only to slam back into you harder than the last. You tried to steady yourself as you could feel your legs begin to cramp and tremble. Suddenly, you felt the warmth of Nick’s chest press up against your back, his hips flush against your ass.
Nick desperately panted in your ear, all while his hands fondled your chest. His movements never ceased, even for a moment. You could feel the coil in your gut burst at the constant movement and stimulation. A loud moan erupted from your throat, only increasing Nick’s eagerness.
You could barely speak, you clenched around him, each pulse and convulsion only intensified Nick’s animalistic need for you. You had came undone in such a short time, though you could care less about being embarrassed, as Nick only grew more and more feral. His cock was covered in your release, painting the shaft a creamy white.
He continued without giving you any sort of warning. The slap of hips grew louder as he rutted into you, each lewd plap echoed through the air. Sweet broken mutters were choked into your ear to the best of his ability, thought most of it came out as disgruntled feral snarls and mixed growls, you could still somewhat understand what he was saying. Even as your eyes rolled back into your head from the intensity of it all, through the haze you were still.. somewhat coherent.
“-was watching you for so long, you didn’t even realize it,”
He’d managed to choke out, his hips grew sloppier and sloppier. Slowly falling out of that constant rhythm, his ruts grew desperate. You could tell he was close, and after another few messy thrusts you could feel the warmth spill inside of you. Nick’s hands gripped your chest hard as he came, leaving behind bruises and scratches as he did. A long drawn out whine exiting his lungs.
Both of you remained there for a moment, you caught your breath as Nick shifted slightly. His movements uncoordinated as he shifted beside you, still buried into the crook of your neck, his breath tickled the hairs against your jugular ever so slightly. Your breath was still labored, and it felt as if you’d just ran a mile. The man above you supported your tired frame to the best of his ability.
You’d attempted to mumble out, before you were hit with a sickening wave of nausea. You choked lightly, but swallowed the feeling down.
Or at least attempted to. You brought your hands up to your face, and they were slowly turning a ghostly pale green. Your skin felt cold to the touch, a sudden shiver ran down your entire body. It felt as if it was rattling through your bones and nerves, down your very being.
Nick looked.. more calm than he should’ve been at your changes. Only rubbing your abdomen and sides as if attempting soothe your body. A soft, almost lulling coo rising up from him as he saw your bodies changes continue right before his eyes.
You just hoped the infection wasn’t sexually transmitted and you’d just gotten sick.. momentarily.
Though, being a zombie couldn’t be that horrid, right?
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