Zombies, Run! has been one of my favorite pieces of media and stories in nearly a decade, and I've been thinking about this story for pretty much that entire time. Early in season 1, you (ZR is a pov horror/scifi audio story where YOU are the main character) are lost outside of the gates after dark with no way to communicate with your base, no hope of rescue, and nothing to lead you back home but the voice of your comms specialist in your headset. This episode in particular is powerfully emotional and I thought it could really feed into hot, passionate sex. So I added that. The story: After a thrilling run from zombies in the woods, you've come home and ignored protocol to come straight to my comms shack. Maybe what I said into your radio headset made you realize how much you felt for me, and you can only think of one way to show me. Content Warning: strong emotions; discussions of grief, loss, and the end of the world; tension, fear, monster noises, jump scares, sniffling Other tags: friends to lovers, dystopian, atmospheric, cinematic, music, sfx Voice and monster noises by me :) Writing and editing by me All music is rights free on Pixabay
Five? What are you- Why aren't you in the med bay? Oh my god, you're soaked.
Take off your clothes. Yes, you're wet and I have to check you for bites anyway. Are you hurt at all? Okay, those are scars.
Skin looks good, just a few bruises. Okay. You're good.
Fuck, I can't believe you're here. Um, I don't really have anything to help you dry off except for this old t-shirt here. Yeah.
I wish I was breathing so hard I'd send you to medical. You probably need fluids. And.
.. People might talk. Well, you, practically naked.
Alone in the comm shack. Late at night. With me.
What was that? Let them. Five.
It's been a really rough night. For me. And I need you to promise something.
Never make me think I might lose you again. Understood? Good.
Oh my god. Oh my god, your skin is freezing. I can feel your heartbeat.
Oh! Fuck. This seems all squirrely-whirly, he's gonna be pissed.
Oh! Oh, fuck, five, yes. You don't have to do that, I just.
.. Oh my god, okay, yeah, please do that. Hands in through your wet hair.
Oh my god, that mouth is so hot, even with the rest of you, it's still so cold. Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes, oh, that feels so good. Have you ever thought about this? I'm directing you wherever I'm in the field.
I'm thinking about setting me up on my desk here and. .. Oh, fuck, burying your tongue in my cut.
Oh my god, five. It's always good to have you home. Oh, yeah.
Come here. Come here. Blow your cock out.
Yes, I'm sure. Oh, hi, nice to meet you, five. Yeah, put it in.
You too. Oh my god, yes, fuck. Oh my god.
Fuck, I'm never gonna let you out of my sight again, you understand? Oh, that's it. Oh, fuck.
Oh my god, five, no lead up with you, huh? Oh, maybe I should have you run straight to the comm shack every time you're finished with a run. Oh, fuck.
Oh, that's it. Give me whatever you need. Yeah, that feels good.
Oh my god, fuck me, five. Oh my god, your tickles so good. Oh god, I can't believe you're inside me.
Yes, yes, yes. Oh, fuck. Yeah, don't put your body that close to me.
Yeah, just wrap me up in your arms like that. Oh, your cock's attacking me. Fuck, that's so good.
Let me come again. Yeah, you too. Me first, okay? Yeah, right there.
Oh, yes. Oh, now your turn. Oh, no, not inside me.
We can repopulate the earth later, but not right now. Here, let me stroke you. Oh, let me stroke you.
Oh, fuck, you have a pretty cock. That's so good. I'm just waiting to feel good.
Oh, yeah, that's it. Come on. You're gonna come for me.
Oh my god, that cock is so swollen. I can tell you're close. Right there.
Come on, five, I want you to come. Oh, yeah, that's it. That's it, good boy.
Oh, fuck, yeah. Oh, fuck, I love your cum all over me. Maybe we'll find a diaphragm and you can cum in me next time.
What? What? What light? Oh.
That. Light. The blinking.
The blinking red light. That blinking red light, that means we're live and broadcasting to whoever is listening. Well, listeners, I hope you enjoyed that half as much as we did.
How about a song? Please don't tell Janine. Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.