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dollygirl808 · 5 months
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Spoiled Rotten! (Zombie Yandere)
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Half!Zombie/Zombie Hybrid Yandere Simon "Ghost" Riley x Original Female Character (Freya)
Fingering, eating out, use of slut and Princess. One-shot for now (I can't control myself)
Smut under cut
Freya stomped away angrily from masked man, making her footsteps much louder than she should, letting out an exasperated groan.
Ghost followed silently, trying his best to quell the urge to snatch her up and drag her back to the safe house, and lock her up in the attic for safekeeping.
After several minutes of this, she whirled around, pointing an accusatory finger at the man, "Stop! Stop following me!" She whisper yelled, although the pretense of being quiet was long forgotten in their heated yelling match earlier.
It's not as though they hadn't had this same exact fight many times before, it was a complicated issue. She didn't blame or fault the man, he was simply doing what his brain told him he had to do to keep her safe. But when his brain told him to murder a man and his son in broad daylight, then quickly consume their cooling corpses as she sat tied up to a tree, a few feet away and half naked from where the younger boy had stripped her and attempted to rape her, well.
Like she said, it's a complicated issue.
She wasn't wholly mad at him, mostly just pissed off at herself for needing Simon to come to her rescue yet again, as if she hadn't been living and surviving in the zombie apocalypse for the past 8 years perfectly fine on her own before him.
It made her feel weak, incapable of protecting herself or living on her own. And that made her scared.
And sometimes she wanted to blame him and his ever-present helicopter-ing over her life and growling at or shooting down, or simply ripping into like a paper bag, of any human or zombie or hybrid that came her was and he considered a threat.
His constant, obsessive protection was the reason she let her guard down so much more often than she used to, the reason she got to relax at night known Ghost rarely slept and would keep a watch on her from afar, even after they had gotten into another fight and she had 'run away' with a group of survivors, weather it be hours or days or weeks or months, eventually they'd get separated, killed off or ambushed by something or someone, and every time he would be right there, coming to her side with a low hum, or shooing away another undead with a possessive growl.
Sometimes she just wanted to talk to other people! How hard was that to accept?!
Ghost just stood there, one dark brown eye and one glazed over white eye staring at her in turn, hands hanging by his side, not even blinking. Talking to that man was like arguing with a fucking brick wall.
"UGH!" She yelled, turning on her heel again and making her way to the safezone.
He reached out, long limbs overtaking her in just a second as he grabbed her wrist and stopped her from moving, "You're acting like a spoiled brat," He huffed out, half amused and half annoyed as he towered over her and looked down at her, eyes narrowing.
"That's because you treat me like a fucking child!" She snapped, punching him in his arm hard. He didn't flinch or budge. "You're overhearing! Your like a fucking helicopter parent! I can protect myself!"
Simon growled low, eyebrows furrowing as he stepped closer and held up his other, gloved hand, "You got yourself kidnapped," He held up one thick finger, "You let yourself get taken to another location," Another finger, this time his middle, "You were five seconds away from being raped," His ring finger, "And none of that would have happened if you hadn't had another one of your little tantrums." He seethed, then grabbed her by her throat, pulling her nose-to-nose.
"You are making my job harder than it needs to be," He rumbled out low and angry, fingers tightening around her throat as she squirmed under his heated glare, "You're acting like a spoiled brat, so I'm treating-" The man flinched back, his words being interupted as she spat in his face, the saliva landing on the cheek of his skull mask.
"I'm sick of seeing your stupid fucking face!" Freya hissed out, thrashing her body in his hold to no avail.
Ghost went deadly silent, still staring in the direction he had flinched after being spat at. He let go of her arm and wiped it off with the back of his glove, then slowly turned his head to look at her.
Not a single word was spoken, but his hand did squeeze down, now cutting off her blood flow. Her breath hitched, and she had to fight off a giddy, bratty smile as he choked her. She was supposed to be angry at him because he made her feel week, and not horny because of it!
But, fuck- if he'd just squeeze a little hard, choke her a little more, loom over her with that hungry look, and dragged her into one of the empty houses nearby, maybe she could forgive him, if only he'd stuff her poor empty pussy again-
His mask twitched upwards, just a little, around where she suspected his mouth was, "You're getting off on this."
She nodded with a small smile, a flush coming to her cheeks as the angery quickly melted away into *need.* Maybe she wasn't upset with him at all, maybe she was being ridiculous and she was just too sexually frustrated to have remembered to keep her guard up when she was out with that father and son duo on a small raiding party.
He chuckled, a deep and rough sound from low in his throat as he pulled her flush against him now, surely smirking under his stupid mask as he leaned his head down her neck, rubbing the nasal bone of his mask over her skin as he took a deep breath in of her scent.
"What's wrong? Your little human not big enough for you, greedy little thing? Not satisfying my little slut?" He rumbled out, amusement laced in his heady tone.
"No," She sighed out, baring her neck to him as her head leaned back.
"No?" He promted, pulling away now, which had her shaking her head, and gripping at the tactical vest he still wore.
"No, he's not you- nothing like you," Freya affirmed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. She was usually horny for the massive half human, half zombie man, but after spending the past week fucking a boy who knew nothing, she craved the man before her like never before.
He hummed, eyes leaving hers for just a second to scan their surroundings. After determining that it was safe, and picking a house, he started walking towards it, making her stumble and whine as she was forced to walked backwards.
The door wasn't locked, and after opening it and pushing her inside, he locked it behind them.
"If I fuck you, will you be a good girl and behave?" He asked, and she nodded, letting out a drawn out yes in response.
He stalked closer, like a predator on the hunt, and she was his helpless, small prey, "And you're going to listen to me, stop being a misbehaving brat and never set foot in that place again?"
She whined, sitting up on her elbows from where she had fallen. He was rarely this careless with her, only doing so when he was truly and thoroughly done with her shit. "I-I can't, all my stuff is still back in the house," She shook her head, "You'll have to let me go."
Ghost groaned, falling to his knees in front of her, "Don't," He huffed, and shuffled closer, one hand yanking her by her ankle as he cralwed between her legs, "Don't ask me that, Princess. Can't say no to you- don't ask that of me. Please," He begged as he undid the zipper on her jeans.
Freya's breath hitched as her pants were yanked down, "You have to let me go, Simon," She panted, now desperately kicking off her shoes and pants, "After, have to let me go after."
He yanked her pants off the rest of the way, throwing the offending fabric away as his large hands wrapped around her upper thighs and pulled her flush against his cargo pants, pressing his aching cock into her clothes cunt with a mutual moan, "No, I won't," He growled out, grinding down into her.
She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and letting him hold her up, "You will."
"I can't!" He snarled, slamming his fist into the carpeted ground, shaking the floorboards under them and temporarily pausing their mad dash to fuck like wild animals.
"You *will,*" Freya pressed, "Because I asked you. You will." Her hand slid down to the side of his neck, and her thumb hooked under the edge of his mask. When he didn't stop her, she pushed it up passed his nose, "Kiss me."
He obeyed, surging forward on his forearms as he kissed her hard, dominating her and her mouth. He longed to touch her bare skin, but he couldn't take his lips off her body long enough to pull his gloves off, so he trailed his kisses down her jaw and to her neck instead.
"Don't leave marks, Si," She whined, palm pressing at his forehead as she exposed her neck on instinct.
One gloved hand roughly yanked up both of hers, and pinned them. "Shut up," He growled, pushing her head to the side with his free hand and and bitting down into her flesh, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her squirm and moan.
"F-fuck, please Si, don't-" She gasped out, hips pressing up into him. Fully ignoring her, he pressed his hand to her mouth to muffle her as he marked her neck, marked what was his.
He sucked on a new spot until it was blotchy and red, then moved on to a third mark, this time at her shoulder, pushing her shirt collar out of the way with his nose as he sank his teeth into her, letting out a possessive growl into her skin.
She moaned into his palm, nails digging into the hand holding hers as he marks her, warm tounge lapping at his marks when he was done, his breathe which was much cooler than a humans should be, fanning over her face as he pulled away to admire his work. Her neck was now thoroughly marked, and he felt satisfied with his claim over her.
Ghost sat up, his legs spreading hers more as he ooened them wider, exposing her simply grey cotton panties. "You belong to me," He told her, dangerous, low, predator. "Always. You belong to me." His gloved thumb brushed down the center, making the fabric grow darker from her arousal.
"Yeess, Si, I'm yours," Freya promised, hips twitching from the simple touch, "I'm yours, always."
He did that a few more times, watching her squirm and attemt to press down on his hand. His thumb pressed between her folds, pushing the dark grey fabric between them.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked, arrogant smirk on his lips as he touched her through her panties.
"You, I belong to you!"
"Who?" He chuckled darkly, pausing as his finger brushed the edge of her panties.
"Simon! I belong to you, please, stop teasing me Si!" She begged him, panting from anticipation as she lay on the ground.
"That's right." He pulled the fabric down, taking his time as he brushed his gloved hands over her thighs, pulling the panties over her knees then off, sneakily pocketing it in his back pocket.
"You belong to me," He stated, hooking her legs over his hips, "He can't treat you like I can. I bet you haven't cum once all week, have you sweet thing? That's why you're so pent up, huh? He can't make you cum like I can?"
"No, only you Si- need you to help me cum, please," She moaned as he pressed one gloved finger into her, slowly sliding it back and forth.
Freya whined, more pleas slipping out of her mouth as she begged for more, more fingers, more of him. It made his cock ache to fill her, but not yet.
He slid a second finger in, curling them just right to make her gasp and arch up into him. "Oh god, missed your cock so much Si, please just fuck me, need you-"
"No."
She blinked her eyes open, panting, "What?"
"I said no. D'you think you deserve my cock, greedy little brat? You run away from me for a week, and you're gonna go back to the camp after I have my way with you, but you want my cock too? I don't think so."
"B-but, Si I-" She stuttered out, face flushed. Sure, she's been a bit of a brat lately, but he didn't want to fuck her?
"If you want my cock you know how to find me." He told her simply, fingers squelching embarrassingly loud inside her.
"Fuck-! Please?" She moaned, lashes fluttering as her head fell back.
He thrust his fingers into her, a deep and slow pace, "No." She let out little whines, upset and begging, but he ignored her as he fingered her pussy.
"Please!" She begged again, her ankles hooking behind his back to pull him closer.
Ghost groaned as he ground his cock into the back her her thigh, making him pause in his ministrations.
He growled out, annoyed, and forced her legs open and over his shoulders. Lowering himself on his stomach, he sucked on his own wet fingers with a moan as he tasted her for the first time in a while. After sucking out as much of her taste from his gloves as he could, he shoved his fingers back inside, and put tongue to clit.
Freya gasped as he lavished his tongue over her needy little pussy, noisy slurping up her arousal as it dripped between his fingers and sucking on her clit, making her moan and shake as he expertly brought her to the edge of orgasm with his thick fingers and broad tongue.
"Simon-! Simon-!" She moaned out, voice high pitched as her back arched off the carpet and her orgasm built up inside her, she was so close, she just needed a little more-!
He stopped suddenly and his head perked up, turned to the side, listening to sounds outside the door that she couldn't possibly catch even if she strained her ears, "Someone's coming," He looked back at her for a few seconds, still listening.
"They're far, but coming. Better cum quick, Princess," Simon teased with a cocky smirk, loving the way her eyes went wide and she shook her head wildly to protest- but it was no use, he was alrady diving back between her legs, doubling his efforts on her pussy to make up for the pause.
"No, no-!" She hissed out, then a moan slipped past her lips and she pressed her hand to her mouth hard.
She couldn't hear them yet, so hopefully they weren't close by, but her blood was also rushing in her head, and her breathing was coming out in harsh pants as she bucked her hips up into his eager face.
Her eyes rolled back as Simon curled his finger just right, his tongue flicking back and forth over her clit at the perfect angle, perfect speed- her thighs clamped down on either side of his face, entire body arching up into him as she came on his fingers, her raw moan only muffled by the fact that she had bit into her own arm to quiet her noises.
He pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch much too soon, but they didn't really have much time. He was already relapsing them with his tongue, moaning openly into her pussy as he tasted her, eating out the rest of her cum as she twitched and gasped from overstimulation, sock-clad foot kicking at his shoulder.
"S-stop!" She gasped wetly, saliva connected to her arm from where she had bit herself, "Oh god-" Her head thunked back onto the carpet with a dull sound as he used his fingers to scoop ar her walls like she was a finicky, poorly designed container.
And he continued to lap up her juices like a starved dog, messily eating her pussy like it was the last time he'd be able to, making his mask damp with her slick from where it had fallen back over his nose.
"Freya?" Knock knock knock, "Are you in there babes?" Jake's voice called from the other side of the door as he knocked.
She froze, then let out a hissed curse as she used Simon's momentary pause to push away from him and kick him away in the same motion, feet planted on his shoulders.
They had both too caught up in her orgasm to have noticed the man's approaching footsteps, and someone had gotten too greedy in eating her out, so she had to rush to yank her pants back up and shove her feet in her shoes.
"Yeah! One sec!" Freya called out, hoping her voice didn't sound as shakey as she felt, zipping and buttoning up her jeans.
Simon watched with an amused tilt to his lips as he licked at his slick-coated fingers, while she searched the floor frantically for her missing panties. After watching her for a few seconds, he led them up for her to see, chuckling when she lunged for them and he only held his hand higher, out of her reach.
"I aught to fucking kill you, you know that? You're fucking unsufferable!" She yelled at him, annoyed, nerves still frayed from her orgasm only a few moments ago.
"You wouldn't," He huffed out, amused as he tucked his little prize back into their hiding spot, safely stuffed in his back pocket.
She grumbled, face feeling far to flushed as she turned her back, quickly unlocking the door to stand face to face with Jake, her 'roommate' who she had been living with for the past two weeks, in the camp.
"Hey, babe- who were talking to?" He asked worridly as he looked past her into the house.
Ghost stepped forward, pushing the door open further as he brushed past them both, making sure to touch her hand with his soaked glove and bump the man's shoulder.
"Just a friend- we traveled together for a while, since I was 22. He doesn't like other people much, but I want to live in a safe zone with others. He wanted to convince me to come traveling with him again, but doesnt understand why I want to stay put," Freya explained, placing a hand on his chest.
Jake nodded, side-eyeing the much taller man nervously as he grabbed her hands. Glancing down, he had to do a double take as he saw her bruised and raw wrists, "Wait, what happened to your wrists?" He asked, thumb rubbing lightly at the rope marks on each wrist.
"Two of your palls though they'd tie her up and have their way- I took care of them both," Ghost grunted, standing off to the side as he watched the pairs reaction.
Jake's slightly suspicious, but greatful glance, and Freya's scoff and eye role. "I told you I was handling it."
"Yea, course you were Princess," Ghost huffed out of his nose, likely smirking under his mask.
"Did you guys kill them?" Jake asked in a low voice, setting his hand on her hip.
"Yeah, obviously." Freya glared at the masked for the tone of his voice when he said it.
"Please ignore him, he's not used to talking to people," She said sweetly, smiling at the man.
"Guess the run was a bust, huh? Do you wanna go back now?" Jake asked.
"Yeah," She nodded, "Let's head back inside the safe zone."
Ghost huffed, unsatisfied with her words but not surprised as he stood close by. "When you're done playin' house, you know how to find me Princess," He told her, brushing his dry glove against her cheek before turning around and stalking away, into the nearby forest.
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disneytva · 7 months
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A sci-fi robot-bear has Zed and Addison cornered, but their debate raises a greater question: should they call it Robot Space Bear, or Space Bear Robot?
"Robot Space Bear" Premieres TONIGHT at 7:57PM EST only on Disney Channel.
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aita-blorbos · 5 months
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(canon characters, but in a swapped au)
AITA for almost hurting some werid cryptid?
I (35F) work in some werid hybid work thing as both a circus performer and a detective, usually I don't go out and look for clues or anything I just make theories, well my boss told me to go to a house with two girls (16ish I assume) because another girl died and they believe it's connected to some urban legend that people claimed to have found roaming around
So I go there, and the girls go "well she got commissioned to stitch some dead girl and we heard screams and the girl she was working on was gone but it looked like she had a nasty electric shock on her arm" and this got me MORE curious, since they claimed the body dissapeared a day after she died
So I did what I usually didn't: I looked into where people saw the cryptid (a girl described as half metal trash and half alive, a walking zombie) and how they'd get the corpses of random dead kids and take them elsewhere and how the description of what human part is left is identical to a teen (14f) who died two months earlier
Eventually I found where she kept some stuff (in an abandoned greenhouse, you wouldn't believe all the trash they've collected), found that they dug up graves for dead kids they've seen and at this point I believe that this zombie girl is malicious, to me in the moment it made sense
Then I noticed it, the wild goose chase I started a month ago payed off, I saw her watching some plants near an abandoned factory, and I tried to hit her with my tazer, or try to fight back, and I admittbly got scared since she slowly came to me and yk it's a half decomposed girl, that didn't come off as anything since after abit of her struggling with herself she just kinda left in a trash compactor and something irrelevant happened
Now I'm still searching for her but for something different (might be connected to a ball pit? With alot of blood) but I feel kinda justified in trying to hurt her ever if she is a 14 year old, how would YOU feel if the decomposed half alive half endoskeleton that has confirmed one death, lives in an abandoned greenhouse with a bunch of junk and made graves for random kids they found
Currently on the way to return to my boss after not comming back just for this so I wait to know, AITA?
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metalindex-hu · 4 years
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Cadaveres – a kezdetektől mostanáig. Egy átfogó interjú Körmöczi Péterrel
Cadaveres – a kezdetektől mostanáig. Egy átfogó interjú Körmöczi Péterrel - http://metalindex.hu/2019/12/06/cadaveres-a-kezdetektol-mostanaig-egy-atfogo-interju-kormoczi-peterrel/ -
Körmöczi Péter évtizedek óta aktív részvevője a hazai undergroundnak, a Cadaveres de Tortugas feloszlása után töretlen lelkesedéssel vezeti a Cadaveres zenekart. A szokásos zenekari témák mellett néhány személyesebb kérdéssel is igyekeztem faggatni a banda alapítóját.
Szia Körmi! Köszönöm, hogy elfogadtad a felkérést egy kis múltidézésre és vállalod a személyes kérdések megválaszolását is! Haladjunk hát időrendben! Mi a legkorábbi zenei emléked? Elsőre a metal jött veled szembe, vagy jó gyerekként Te is meselemezekkel kezdted? Melyik volt az első metal album, amit hallottál?
Én köszönöm, főleg azoknak, akik végigolvassák majd!
A Queen volt az első zenekar, amit igazán megismertem és megszerettem. A Kind of Magic lemez jött a Hegylakó film mellé. Imádtam, csodáltam. Aztán ástam mélyebbre: Killer Queen, Jazz lemezek. Aztán felgyorsultak az események. A Scorpions – World Wild Live koncertlemeze következett, ami a mai napig az egyik kedvenc anyagom EVER. Aztán keményítettünk kicsit: Halloween – Judas lemeze és jöttek az első  Metallica élmények a Garage Days, Master, Ride, onnantól meg elvitt az ár.  Nagyon sok Beatricet is hallgattunk akkoriban és az első koncertélményeim is Feróhoz köthetők ’87-től. Utána a Metallica következett ’88 szeptember 11-én. Életre szóló élmény volt! Ekkor már faltuk a zenéket. Hetente Pestre vonatoztunk és kazettákat másoltattunk a szaküzletekben, aztán itthon meg egymásnak másolgattuk tovább, csereberélgettünk. Felfoghatatlan mennyiségű zenét és zenekart ismertem meg. Mindent bírtam, szerettem, amiben hangos gitárok voltak. Néztük a Mick Wall féle Monsters of Rock-ot a Sky Channel-en. Itt láttam először Venomot, Slayert, Sepulturat és Exodus-t is. VHS kazikra másoltuk a klippeket. Mennyire jó volt!
Hogyan került először a kezedbe gitár? Mikor, illetve milyen néven kezdődött a zenekarozás? Honnan jött a Cadaveres de Tortugas név?
Fehérváron azért elég pezsgő volt a kemény zenei élet. A ’90-es években már Pestre járt az egész brigád TMC-be, ment a bandázás, Sepulura és Slayer volt a sláger. Voltak zenekarok, akik már akkor játszottak feldolgozásokat tőlük. Például a “Magyar Vér” zenekar. Lejártunk Szabival (Viniczai Szabolcs) a próbákra, koncertekre. Innen keveredett hozzám az első gitárom. 400 Ft-ért vettem. Otthoni hifi, házi készítésű szappantartó torzító. Kemény volt. Gyakorlásra nem sok időm maradt, mert egyfolytában buliztunk, mentünk vagy a Metallica – Cliff’em All VHS kaziját néztük. Aztán berúgtunk, miután összegrafitiztük a lakótelepet. Aztán a gimiben és utána kezdődött a zenekarozás. ’92-ben már forgattuk a dolgot az agyunkban Krech Mikivel (CDT ’93-’95) és Kiss Dénessel (később Septic Pain). Aztán ’93-ban kezdődtek a tényleges próbák már Szabival, Zsombival és Mikivel először Teknősbéka Tetemek, majd Cadaveres De Tortugas néven.
Már a demos korszakban is rendes, tehát gyári kazettákkal jelentkeztetek, majd CDT-ként végig szerzői kiadással működtetek CD-k, illetve kazetták sokaságát megjelentetve. Mekkora plusz terhet jelentett ezt az egészet levezényelni? Úgy tudom, hogy már akkoriban is Te bonyolítottad a friss kiadványok postázását. A promóciót hogyan tudtátok megoldani szerzői háttérrel az internet előtti időkben?
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Abban az időben levelet küldött mindenki, postáztam a kazikat, de a koncerteken vitték igazán. 30-40 db fogyott egy-egy buli után. ’95-’96-ot írunk, 1000 db fölötti demó fogyások voltak. Rengeteg levelet megírtam kézzel, voltak akikkel rendszeresen leveleztem. Egy halom levelet őrzök azóta is. Tényleg kíváncsi lennék pár emberre hová lettek? Mi lett velük? Évekig írogattunk egymásnak. Az internet felülírt sok mindent.
A CDT-vel öt nagylemezt adtatok ki. Kapható még ezek közül valamelyik album?
Az utolsó nagylemezünkből van még pár CD és kazi, illetve a Castaway kislemezünkből is néhány. Találtam viszont pár borítót most a költözésnél, csináltatnék pár lemezt jövőre. Az Our Wayből (‘97) 300 db CD készült anno. Szerzőiben adtuk ki. Pillanatok alatt elfogyott, azóta sem készült belőle utánnyomás pedig keresik sokan.
Talán a legjobban sikerült ötödik, Versus című album után szétesett a zenekar. Volt benned akkoriban kétely a folytatás kapcsán, vagy tudtad, hogy tovább fogsz zenélni?
Persze volt, nagyon is, de tele voltam még zenével. Lelkes voltam, nagyon hajtott a tűz, úgyhogy nem volt megállás.
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Nehéz volt 2005-ben beindítani az új csapatot?
Egy gondolatom volt, az akkor nemrégiben feloszlott Hybid zenekar Ádámmal, Gergővel és Lacyvel. Ők jutottak eszembe egyből és persze Máté jött velem a CDT-ből, aki nagy segítségem, támaszom volt. Erősítettük egymást, tartottuk egymásban a lelket. Nem volt könnyű. Ha Ők akkor nemet mondanak, nagy bajban lettem volna, de nem így történt. Érdekes volt és izgalmas az a bizonyos nyár 2005-ben. Tizenkét év után teljesen más arcokkal, egy kőbányai próbahelyen játszottam a CDT nótákat… What we want, Sleepwalker, Syco I… azt sem tudtam mi van. Néha szerettem volna sírni, aztán nevetni, és csak ettük az ócska kínai kaját és ittuk a söröket. Aztán kibújt az első saját nóta a Soul of a New Breed és minden átfordult. Hinni kezdett mindenki a zenekarban. Augusztus végén egy német fesztivál után már a Szigeten játszottunk egy dugig telt sátorban, totál befosva, de aztán lassan mellénk állt a szakma és a rajongók is.
A Cadaveres eddigi mérlege öt nagylemez, amik mellett több DVD-t, EP-t és kislemezt is kiadtatok. Melyik albumot érzed a legerősebbnek, illetve melyikkel vagy a legkevésbé elégedett?
A The Fifth House a kedvencem a nagylemezek közül, de az új két számos anyagunkat is nagyon bírom! Szeretem a lemezeinket. Talán a legelső hangzása lehetett volna ütősebb, de az most már így marad. Elégedett vagyok velük, lehet, hogy van pár kevésbé jól sikerült nóta mindegyiken, de akkor jó ötletnek tűntek. Büszke vagyok a lemezekre, amiket elkészítettünk az aktuális felállásokkal. Időtálló anyagok szerintem, tele jó nótákkal. Már ha írhatok ilyet.
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Az új felállás idén egy két számos kiadvánnyal mutatkozott be. A felvétel CD-n is megjelent. Van értelme manapság CD-n kihozni egy ilyen rövid játékidejű kiadványt? Nem csak az énekesetek új, stúdiót is váltottatok. Az utóbbinak mi volt az indoka?
Varga Zolival dolgoztunk az első Cada demo óta, 2005-től. Most is vele szerettünk volna, de nagyon elfoglalt, be van táblázva csontig. Ő javasolta, hogy hol csináljunk énekfelvételeket (Stray Heart Records) és keverést (No Silence Studio), a gitárok (515 Studio) és a dobfelvétel (Polisound Studio) is máshol készültek. Kicsit bonyi volt, de lehet, hogy jót tett a hangzásunknak egy kis frissítés.
Mikorra várható a következő Cadaveres nagylemez? Hogy áll a dalszerzés?
A dalszerzés elkezdődött, jövőre tizenöt évesek leszünk, ezt jó volna egy nagylemezzel megkoronázni. Rajta leszünk! Ezt megelőzően viszont ki fog jönni egy öt számos EP. Ez egy rap/metal fúziós lemez Cadaveres zenei alapokra StreetRoyal, Riddler, Beerzebub vokalisták szálltak ringbe, de vendégeskedik Zsolti (Cada) mellett még a Milán (Sleepless, Omega Diatribe) és Budavári is a Don Gatto-ból. A ’90-es évek hangulata, magyar szövegek, hipp-hopp, kemény gitárokkal, egy-egy éneklős refrénnel. Nagyon várós. Már keverés alatt van NAZBEAT (Majka, Follow The Flow) dolgozik rajta.
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Azt hiszem bátran kijelenthetjük, hogy Te vagy a csapat motorja. Mi hajt előre? Meddig lehet és érdemes csinálni a bandát?
Addig, amíg örömet okoz. Az öröm forrása pedig lehet több minden: dalszerzés, koncertek, zenésztársak, siker. Bármi. Van még bennem tenni akarás, bár néha nagyon cikinek érzem magam a húsz évesek között, de nyomulunk! Azt az egy lemezt jó lenne még kipréselni magunkból valahogy.
A végére néhány személyes kérdés, melyek voltak a legjobb koncertjeid rajongóként, illetve előadóként?
Nem egyszerű kiemelnem bármit is, de mondjuk a ’90-es év elég erős volt: Metallica, Slayer, Megadeth, Testament, Suicidal Tendencies….’95 Donington Fesztivál: Machine Head, Skid Row, Slayer, Metallica, White Zombie…
Cada ügyileg van pár jó vidéki élmény Szekszárdról, Egerből, Fehérvárról (Felsővárosi, Sa-rock Kocsma) és pár budapesti Sziget, StageDiving, Kultis buli, pár emlékezetes fellépés kedvencek előtt: Slayer, DRI, Biohazard, Soulfly, Ill Nino… klassz volt!
Öt-öt legjobb lemez a 80-as és a 90-es évekből, illetve az ezredforduló utáni időszakból? Öt kedvenc hazai metal album?
Inkább pár kedvenc magyar bandámat sorolnám fel: Bedlam, Storm The Studio, régi Beatrice, régi VHK, Másfél, AMD, Leukémia, Barbed Wire, Slogan, Blind Myself régről. Mostanában WMD, Omega Diatribe, Don Gatto, Nova Prospect, Archaic, Vesztegzár, Red Swamp.
Figyelemmel követed még az újdonságokat, vagy maradsz a régi kedvenceknél?
Igyekszem követni, nem mindig sikerül, de nyitott vagyok. Mastodon, DevilDriver, Gojira nagy kedvencem pl., ha ezek újnak számítanak valamennyire.
A zenekar mellett mivel foglalkozol? Jut még időd valamilyen hobbira?
Hobbim a zene, amúgy a vállalkozásommal foglalkozom ’93 óta. Visions Tattoo, ez a fő profilom. Teljes munkaidőben itt dolgozom és a családom, két pici gyerekkel ad elég elfoglaltságot még, amit nem bánok!
Köszönöm a válaszokat! Sok sikert kívánok a csapatnak a jövőben is!
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Spoiled Rotten! Ch. 2 (Zombie Yandere
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Half! Zombie/Zombie Hybrid Yandere Simon "Ghost" Riley x Original Female Character (Freya)
The emergency alarm system that was dotted around the safezone was what woke her up, the sound of chaos and pandemonium going on around her outside.
Freya panicked, adrenaline borderline slapping her in the face and waking her up in seconds, the covers were thrown off her and she raced to pull on her much more protective jeans. After getting dressed, she rushed to Jake's room to wake him up up, not sure how the man hadn't already woken up, when she saw that it was empty.
Moving to the front door, she saw his panic bag was gone and even though he had abandoned her without so much as attempting to wake her up, at least he had the decency to lock the door on his way out so no one could get in. At least, not without alerting her.
Huffing, feeling rather annoyed at the whole thing, she went back to the bedroom to gather her things at a much more leisurely pace. No reason to rush out the door now with mass panic, It'd only be out of the frying pan and straight into the fire.
So, she collected everything that was useful that she could carry and packed it up, taking her time and being thorough. Sat on her bed behind a locked door, she started whistling periodically, and waited.
Ghost would be along soon enough, he was never far away, and appeared at her side much quicker when she was in danger.
Even though she really shouldn't have, she couldn't help but take a little nap to wait for him. How long could he really take, anyways? She'd probably be woken up in the next ten minutes by the sound of him banging on the front door downstairs and whistling back urgently. So, she closed her eyes and let herself drift of just for a few moments.
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Instead of Ghost's gentle whistling and nudging her, she woke up to the sight of a large gun in her face, making her panic (again) and pull out the knife she kept under her pillow and point it at them, eyes wide with fear.
"Woah there lass," The man said in a strange accent she didn't recognize, holding up a placating hand and lowering his gun.
The other three men in the room still had their guns trained on her, though. "You're- military?" She questioned, brown eyes flicking between the three men in the bedroom clad in dark clothing and bulletproof vests.
"What's left of it. I'm Captain John Price," The mustached man said, stepping forward with his hand out and his gun lowered.
Freya took a calming breath and tucked her knife into her back pocket, then shook his hand, "Freya. What time is it?"
"About 4 am, probably," The first man shrugged, blue eyes glancing out at the sky through the window.
"Shit," She let out a quiet curse, and rushed to the window, throwing it open and letting out a low, slightly panicked whistle into the night air. A few zombies on the street below groaned and tilted their heads up at her, but couldn't pose a threat from a story below them even if they wanted to.
After waiting a few seconds without any response, she let out a breath. "Ok, good. He's not close by yet. Must really be chaos down there if he's still so far away," She huffed out, relaxing her shoulders.
"Who?" The dark-skinned man asked curiously.
"Uh- my friend," She hesitated, not sure if she should really trust these men, but then again she didn't have much of a choice at the moment, "He's a hybrid. Like, half zombie? And I'm his person. He'd really freak if he came in here and saw you guys pointing guns at me. You shouldn't threaten me in front of him if you want to live- I'd probably be a better idea if I greeted him first, he takes my safety very seriously and we just had a little.. incident with that."
"Sorry, wait, his person?" The Captain asked, "What do you mean?"
Freya blinked at him, "You know, like the thing that's keeping him human. I'm that thing."
"Hybrids can attatch to people? I thought they couldn't?" The accented man asked, one hand on his hip as he lowered his gun to the floor.
She just shrugged, unsure. "He also used to be military, before this I think," unconsciously, her fingers touched the dog tags under her shirt, "He doesn't like to talk about it much. But you guys might get along? Just don't stand to close to me if you want to live."
John's face hardened into a frown, "I'd be best if you'd stop threatening us, love," He told her like a father scolding his kid.
"I'm not threatening you, I'm just telling you how it is, you guys seem ok, so I'm trying to help you-" The sound of a whistle cut through the air and cut her off, sharp and loud, coming from the front door.
"That's him," She perked up instantly, moving to exit the bedroom, "Er.. you guys should stay here... Please?" She tacked on that last ask as they gave her strange looks, but ignored it as she turned her back and hopped down the stairs, whistling back to him low and fast, reassuring that she was ok.
"Si-!" She unlocked the door, glancing behind him at a few zombies who shrunk away from his aggressive growls with low whines, "Hey."
He grunted in response, closing and locking the door behind him after stepping in, pulling her into a hug. "Spoiled fuckin' brat," He huffed out, words teasing although filled with relief.
"What'dya call out for me for? Get scared of the dark?" He asked as he pulled away, looking down at her.
"No, Si, there's some guys here. They said they're military, and I got a little spooked when I woke up to some random guys face and not your mask. They're cool, I think." She told him quickly, eyes glancing up at the sounds of the old floorboards creaking at the same time his did.
Of course, Ghost had smelled the three men long before he had seen them, knew they were there before he even stepped into the house, but as long as she was safe he didn't care.
But now, things were different.
"Lt?!" The first man called out, wide smile on his face, "Cap'n! It's Ghost!"
John was the second one to come out of the bedroom, face full of hard skepticism, the kind you gain after spending years as a captain in the military, and then spending years in the apocalypse, but the expression melted away into one of soft disbelief, eyebrows raising, small smile on his face as he took in the familiar mask.
The dark-skinned man followed after his Captain, a gun slung around his back as his hazel eyes flicked back and forth between his old teammate and the new girl. "Bloodly hell," He huffed out, unable to keep the smile off his face.
"Knew ya still had ta be kickin' around somwhere, Lt!" The first man laughed, hopping down the stairs two at a time to greet his lieutenant.
"Easy, Johnny," Ghost warned him, wrapping his arms protectively around Freya.
"Aw c'mon! I 'avent seen ya in two years an' I can't get a hug?" Johnny asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs and walked closer.
Only when the man let out a possessive, nearly feral snarl in his direction did the man stop, pausing mid-step to look at the two, Freya giving him an apologetic smile, and Ghost wrapped around her, pulling her into his body, teeth barred behind his mask. He did trust his former Sargent, he did. But he was close, too close to what was his.
"Easy Mactavish," John repeated the man's words from earlier as he made his way down the stairs next, setting a hand on the Sargent's shoulder. "You've read about hybrids before, met a few. Ya'know how they are. Give him some time to relax and trust us again. It has been two years after all." He told them all.
Johnny nodded, understanding, gave him a low, "Yes sir," in response, but she could see how much it hurt to be regarded as a threat by Simon.
Freya felt bad for them all, and although she knew it wasn't actually her fault, she couldn't help but feel like a direct cause of the tension in the air.
So, she broke away from his hold when he loosened it, and slipped between the two surprised men as she made her way to the living room.
"Come on, don't you guys wanna talk?" She called over her shoulder, positioning herself in a nice safe corner, easily defensible, but with an easy escape route back to the front door if needed.
Simon chuckled, shaking his head as he moved to be infront of her, but still kept her in his eyesight, a position where he could interact with his team without feeling threatened by their proximity to his person.
The other men followed, mixture of surprise and impressed by just how well she knew their lieutenant. Once deemed safe, Johnny gave the taller man a wide boyish grin and pulled him into a hug, rocking them back and forth like a long-lost lover before being pushed off with low snicker and an eye roll.
Gaz greeted him next, a firm handshake and a pat on the back, telling him it was nice to see him again.
Both Simon and the Captain were not one for showy pleasantries, so the John just gave him a firm couple of pats on his shoulder with a few words, "Good to have you back Ghost."
"Good to be back Captain," He nodded, which prompted Johnny to ask how it had all happened, how he ended up bitten, why he left.
It happened two years ago, obviously. They were on their way back from a failed rescue mission of civilians when a zombie reached out and bit his ankle. He hadn't worn his boots that day, so it had bit right through his cargo pants and infected him. He shot it, and went with them back to base, only making up an excuse just before they crossed the gate that he forgot something, and leaving on foot to make sure he didn't put his team in danger.
After four days of being holed up in an abandoned house, he didn't turn. It was only then that he realized he wasn't human anymore. He was something more now, or perhaps something less. He spent a week at base with them, but he was withdrawn, unsure of his ability to accidentally infect his team, or how long he'd be able to control his urges. He grew hungry, and angry, and it became harder and harder to control himself.
After an incident where he nearly killed a fellow soldier, Simon left. He couldn't stick around knowing he might put the lives of his team mates at risk, so he left. It only took him a few days to stumble apon Freya, and ended up saving her from some men who were attempting to rape her. He killed them, and ate them.
All three grimaced at hearing that. They knew hybrids had to eat, but hearing it directly from Ghost that he ate a human was a hard thing to hear. Freya rubbed his back comfortingly, and joked that they hadn't even gone to the part where he stalked her for a month before she confronted him.
Gaz asked him what happened that made her 'your person', and he shrugged, doing his best to explain the surge of protectiveness he suddenly felt, the urge to be around her constantly, the jealous and possessive feelings he gets when others get too close.
His brain needed something to latch onto, someone he could protect to justify the monster that he was. A reason to kill other people. What better than a young girl in trouble?
His instincts told him to protect her, from any potential threat.
"Don't let her appearance fool you, she's a right spoiled brat," Ghost told them, chuckling when she slapped his back.
"And who's fault is that Si?" She sassed, looking up at him with her hand on her hip, "It's not like I've been out here spoiling myself for the past two years."
"Aye, lass' got a fair point, Lt," Johnny grinned, and Ghost glared at him.
Suddenly, the sound of someone frantically knocking on the front door stopped them all in their tracks, all heads turning to look at the front door, the doorhandle being jiggled.
Ghost inhaled sharply, body tense as he caught a familiar scent. Immediately, Freya noticed the change, something she had seen plenty of times before. Something predatory, something possessive, something deadly.
His feet are moving before she can even reach a hand out to stop him, and she can just barely hear the low growl in his chest as he stalked towards the door.
"Freya, thank god-!" Jake breathed out, relieved as he stumbled through the door after Ghost had yanked it open, only to look up in fear, down the barrel of a gun.
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Spoiled Rotten Masterlist
Part 1 (original post)
Part 1.5 (edited +more)
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5 (probably)
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Spoiled Rotten! Ch 1.5(Zombie Yandere)
MDNI 🔞
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Half! Zombie/Zombie Hybrid Yandere Simon "Ghost" Riley x Original Female Character (Freya)
Fingering, eating out, use of slut and Princess Smut under cut
Freya stomped away angrily from masked man, making her footsteps much louder than she should, letting out an exasperated groan.
Ghost followed silently, trying his best to quell the urge to snatch her up and drag her back to the safe house, and lock her up in the attic for safekeeping.
After several minutes of this, she whirled around, pointing an accusatory finger at the man, "Stop! Stop following me!" She whisper yelled, although the pretense of being quiet was long forgotten in their heated yelling match earlier.
It's not as though they hadn't had this same exact fight many times before, it was a complicated issue. She didn't blame or fault the man, he was simply doing what his brain told him he had to do to keep her safe. But when his brain told him to murder a man and his son in broad daylight, then quickly consume their cooling corpses as she sat tied up to a tree, a few feet away and half naked from where the younger boy had stripped her and attempted to rape her, well.
Like she said, it's a complicated issue.
She wasn't wholly mad at him, mostly just pissed off at herself for needing Simon to come to her rescue yet again, as if she hadn't been living and surviving in the zombie apocalypse for the past 8 years perfectly fine on her own before him.
It made her feel weak, incapable of protecting herself or living on her own. And that made her scared.
And sometimes she wanted to blame him and his ever-present helicopter-ing over her life and growling at or shooting down, or simply ripping into like a paper bag, of any human or zombie or hybrid that came too close to her and he considered a threat.
His constant, obsessive protection was the reason she let her guard down so much more often than she used to, the reason she got to relax at night knowing Ghost rarely slept and would keep a watch on her from afar, even after they had gotten into another fight and she had 'run away' with a group of survivors, weather it be hours or days or weeks or months, eventually they'd get separated, killed off or ambushed by something or someone, and every time he would be right there, coming to her side with a low hum, or shooing away another undead with a possessive growl.
Sometimes she just wanted to talk to other people! How hard was that to accept?!
Well, mostly she wanted to cuddle and be warm. And while her killer friend was warm-er than the average dead guy, he was not warm enough to the touch.
Ghost just stood there, one dark brown eye and one glazed over white eye staring at her in turn, hands hanging by his side, not even blinking. Talking to that man was like arguing with a fucking brick wall.
"UGH!" She yelled, turning on her heel again and making her way to the safezone.
He reached out, long limbs overtaking her in just a second as he grabbed her wrist and stopped her from moving, "You're acting like a spoiled brat," He huffed out, half amused and half annoyed as he towered over her and looked down at her, eyes narrowing.
"That's because you treat me like a fucking child!" She snapped, punching him in his arm hard. He didn't flinch or budge. "You're overhearing! You're like a fucking helicopter parent! I can protect myself!"
Simon growled low, eyebrows furrowing as he stepped closer and held up his other, gloved hand, "You got yourself kidnapped," He held up one thick finger, "You let yourself get taken to a second location," Another finger, this time his middle, "You were five seconds away from being raped," His ring finger, "And none of that would have happened if you hadn't had another one of your little tantrums." He seethed, then grabbed her by her throat, pulling her nose-to-nose.
"You are making my job harder than it needs to be princess," He rumbled out low and angry, fingers tightening around her throat as she squirmed under his heated glare, "You're acting like a spoiled brat, so I'm treating-" The man flinched back, his words being interupted as she spat in his face, the saliva landing on the cheek of his skull mask.
"I'm sick of seeing your stupid fucking face!" Freya hissed out, thrashing her body in his hold to no avail.
Ghost went deadly silent, still staring in the direction he had flinched after being spat at. He let go of her arm and wiped it off with the back of his glove, then slowly turned his head to look at her.
Not a single word was spoken, but his hand did squeeze down, now cutting off her blood flow. Her breath hitched, and she had to fight off a giddy, bratty smile as he choked her. She was supposed to be angry at him because he made her feel week, and not horny because of it!
But, fuck- if he'd just squeeze a little hard, choker her a little more, loom over her with that hungry look, and dragged her into one of the empty houses nearby, maybe she could forgive him, if only he'd stuff her poor empty pussy again-
His mask twitched upwards, just a little, around where she suspected his mouth was, "You're getting off on this."
She nodded with a small smile, a flush coming to her cheeks as the angry quickly melted away into *need.* Maybe she wasn't so upset with him at all, maybe she was being ridiculous and she was just too sexually frustrated to have remembered to keep her guard up when she was out with that father and son duo on a small raiding party.
He chuckled, a deep and rough sound from low in his throat as he pulled her flush against him now, surely smirking under his stupid mask as he leaned his head down to her neck, rubbing the nasal bone of his mask over her skin as he took a deep breath in of her scent.
"What's wrong? Your little human not big enough for you, greedy little thing? He's not satisfying my little slut?" He rumbled out, amusement laced in his heady tone.
"No," She sighed out, baring her neck to him as her head leaned back.
"No?" He promted, pulling away now, which had her shaking her head, and gripping at the tactical vest he still wore.
"No, he's not you- nothing like you," Freya affirmed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. She was usually horny for the massive half human, half zombie man, but after spending the past week fucking a boy who knew nothing, she craved the man before her like never before.
He hummed, eyes leaving hers for just a second to scan their surroundings. After determining that it was safe, and picking a house, he started walking towards it, making her stumble and whine as she was forced to walked backwards.
The door wasn't locked, and after opening it and pushing her inside, he locked it behind them.
"If I fuck you, will you be a good girl and behave?" He asked, and she nodded, letting out a drawn out yes in response.
He stalked closer, like a predator on the hunt, and she was his helpless, small prey, "And you're going to listen to me, stop being a misbehaving brat and never set foot in that place again?"
She whined, sitting up on her elbows from where she had fallen. He was rarely this careless with her, only doing so when he was truly and thoroughly done with her shit. "I-I can't, all my stuff is still back in the house," She shook her head, "You'll have to let me go."
Ghost groaned, falling to his knees in front of her, "Don't," He huffed, and shuffled closer, one hand yanking her by her ankle as he cralwed between her legs, "Don't ask me that, Princess. Can't say no to you- don't ask that of me. Please," He begged as he undid the zipper on her jeans.
Freya's breath hitched as her pants were yanked down, "You have to let me go, Simon," She panted, now desperately kicking off her shoes and pants, "After, have to let me go after."
He yanked her pants off the rest of the way, throwing the offending fabric away as his large hands wrapped around her upper thighs and pulled her flush against his cargo pants, pressing his aching cock into her clothed cunt with a mutual moan, "No, I won't," He growled out, grinding down into her.
She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and letting him hold her up, "You will."
"I can't!" He snarled, slamming his fist into the carpeted ground, shaking the floorboards under them and temporarily pausing their mad dash to fuck like wild animals.
"You will," Freya pressed, "Because I asked you. You will." Her hand slid down to the side of his neck, and her thumb hooked under the edge of his mask. When he didn't stop her, she pushed it up passed his nose, "Kiss me."
He obeyed, surging forward on his forearms as he kissed her hard, dominating her and her mouth. He longed to touch her bare skin, but he couldn't take his lips off her body long enough to pull his gloves off, so he trailed his kisses down her jaw and to her neck instead.
"Don't leave marks, Si," She whined, palm pressing at his forehead as she exposed her neck on instinct.
One gloved hand roughly yanked up both of hers, and pinned them. "Shut up," He growled, pushing her head to the side with his free hand and and bitting down into her flesh, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her squirm and moan.
"F-fuck, please Si, don't-" She gasped out, hips pressing up into him. Fully ignoring her, he pressed his hand to her mouth to muffle her as he marked her neck, marked what was his.
He sucked on a new spot until it was blotchy and red, then moved on to a third mark, this time at her shoulder, pushing her shirt collar out of the way with his nose as he sank his teeth into her, letting out a possessive growl muffled by her skin.
She moaned into his palm, nails digging into the hand holding hers as he marked her, warm tounge lapping at his mark when he was done, his breath, which was much cooler than a humans should be, fanning over her face as he pulled away to admire his work. Her neck was now thoroughly marked, and he felt satisfied with his claim over her.
Ghost sat up, his thighs spreading hers more as he opened them wider, exposing her simply grey cotton panties. "You belong to me," He told her, dangerous, low, predatory. "Always. You belong to me." His gloved thumb brushed down the center, making the fabric grow darker from her arousal.
"Yeess, Si, I'm yours," Freya promised, hips twitching from the simple touch, "I'm yours, always."
He did that a few more times, watching her squirm and attemt to press down on his hand. His thumb pressed between her folds, pushing the dark grey fabric between them.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked, arrogant smirk on his lips as he touched her through her panties.
"You, I belong to you!"
"Who?" He chuckled darkly, pausing as his finger brushed the edge of her panties.
"Simon! I belong to you, please, stop teasing me Si!" She begged him, panting from anticipation as she lay on the ground.
"That's right." He pulled the fabric down, taking his time as he brushed his gloved hands over her thighs, pulling the panties over her knees then off, sneakily pocketing it in his back pocket.
"You belong to me," He stated, hooking her legs over his hips, "He can't treat you like I can. I bet you haven't cum once all week, have you sweet thing? That's why you're so pent up, huh? He can't make you cum like I can?"
"No, only you Si- need you to help me cum, please," She moaned as he pressed one gloved finger into her, slowly sliding it back and forth.
Freya whined, more pleas slipping out of her mouth as she begged for more, more fingers, more of him. It made his cock ache to fill her, but not yet.
He slid a second finger in, curling them just right to make her gasp and arch up into him. "Oh god, missed your cock so much Si, please just fuck me, need you-"
"No."
She blinked her eyes open, panting and bewildered, "What?"
"I said no. D'you think you deserve my cock, greedy little brat? You run away from me for a week, and you're gonna go back to the camp after I have my way with you, but you want my cock too? I don't think so."
"B-but, Si I-" She stuttered out, face flushed. Sure, she's been a bit of a brat lately, but he didn't want to fuck her?
"If you want my cock you know how to find me." He told her simply, fingers squelching embarrassingly loud inside her.
"Fuck-! Please?" She moaned, lashes fluttering as her head fell back.
He thrust his fingers into her, a deep and slow pace, "No." She let out little whines, upset and begging, but he ignored her as he fingered her pussy.
"Please!" She begged again, her ankles hooking behind his back to pull him closer.
Ghost groaned as he ground his cock into the back her her thigh, making him pause in his ministrations.
He growled out, annoyed, and forced her legs open and over his shoulders. Lowering himself on his stomach, he sucked on his own wet fingers with a moan as he tasted her for the first time in a while. After sucking out as much of her taste from his glove as he could, he shoved his fingers back inside, and put tongue to clit.
Freya gasped as he lavished his tongue over her needy little pussy, noisy slurping up her arousal as it dripped between his fingers and sucking on her clit, making her moan and shake as he expertly brought her to the edge of orgasm with his thick fingers and broad tongue.
"Simon-! Simon-!" She moaned out, voice high pitched as her back arched off the carpet and her orgasm built up inside her, she was so close, she just needed a little more-!
He stopped suddenly and his head perked up, turned to the side, listening to sounds outside the door that she couldn't possibly catch even if she strained her ears, "Someone's coming," He looked back at her for a few seconds, still listening.
"They're far. Better cum quick, Princess," Simon teased with a cocky smirk, loving the way her eyes went wide and she shook her head wildly to protest- but it was no use, he was already diving back between her legs, doubling his efforts on her pussy to make up for the pause.
"No, no-!" She hissed out, then a moan slipped past her lips and she pressed her hand to her mouth hard.
She couldn't hear him yet, so hopefully he wasn't close by, but her blood was also rushing in her ears, and her breathing was coming out in harsh pants as she bucked her hips up into his eager face.
Her eyes rolled back as Simon curled his finger just right, his tongue flicking back and forth over her clit at the perfect angle, perfect speed- her thighs clamped down on either side of his face, entire body arching up into him as she came on his fingers, her raw moan only muffled by the fact that she had bit into her own arm to quiet her noises.
He pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch much too soon, but they didn't really have much time. He was already replacing them with his tongue, moaning openly into her pussy as he tasted her, eating out the rest of her cum as she twitched and gasped from overstimulation, sock-clad foot kicking at his shoulder.
"S-stop!" She gasped wetly, saliva connected to her arm from where she had bit herself, "Oh god-" Her head thunked back onto the carpet with a dull sound as he used his tongue to lick at her walls like she was a finicky, poorly designed container.
And he continued to lap up her juices like a starved dog, messily eating her pussy like it was the last time he'd be able to, making his mask damp with her slick from where it had fallen back over his nose.
"Freya?" Knock knock knock, "Are you in there babes?" Jake's voice called from the other side of the door as he knocked.
She froze, then let out a hissed curse as she used Simon's momentary pause to push away from him and kick him away in the same motion, feet planted on his shoulders.
They had both too caught up in her orgasm to have noticed the man's approaching footsteps, and someone had gotten too greedy in eating her out, so she had to rush to yank her pants back up and shove her feet in her shoes.
"Yeah! One sec!" Freya called out, hoping her voice didn't sound as shakey as she felt, zipping and buttoning up her jeans.
Simon watched with an amused tilt to his lips as he licked at his slick-coated gloves, while she searched the floor frantically for her missing panties. After watching her for a few seconds, he held them up for her to see, chuckling when she lunged for them and he only held his hand higher, out of her reach.
"I aught to fucking kill you, you know that? You're fucking unsufferable!" She yelled at him, annoyed, nerves still frayed from her orgasm only a few moments ago.
"You wouldn't," He huffed out, amused as he tucked his little prize back into their hiding spot, safely stuffed in his back pocket.
She grumbled, face feeling far to flushed as she turned her back, quickly unlocking the door to stand face to face with Jake, her 'roommate' who she had been living with for the past week, in the camp.
"Hey, babe- who were talking to?" He asked worridly as he looked past her into the house.
Ghost stepped forward, pushing the door open further as he brushed past them both, making sure to touch her hand with his soaked glove and bump the man's shoulder. His mask had been pulled back into place before she had opened the door.
"Just a friend- we traveled together for a while, since I was 22. He doesn't like other people much, but I want to live in a safe zone with others. He wanted to convince me to come traveling with him again, but doesnt understand why I want to stay put," Freya explained, placing a hand on his chest.
Jake nodded, side-eyeing the much taller man nervously as he grabbed her hands. Glancing down, he had to do a double take as he saw her bruised and raw wrists, "Wait, what happened to your wrists?" He asked, thumb rubbing lightly at the rope marks on each wrist.
"Two of your pals though they'd tie her up and have their way- I took care of them both," Ghost grunted, standing off to the side as he watched the pairs reaction.
Jake's slightly suspicious, but greatful glance, and Freya's scoff and eye role didn't phase him. "I told you I was handling it."
"Yea, 'course you were Princess," Ghost huffed out of his nose, likely smirking under his mask.
"Did you guys kill them?" Jake asked in a low voice, setting his hand on her hip.
"Yeah, obviously."
Freya glared at the masked man for the tone of his voice when he said it. "Please ignore him, he's not used to talking to people," She said sweetly, smiling at the man.
"Guess the run was a bust, huh? Do you wanna go back now?" Jake asked.
"Yeah," She nodded, "Let's head back inside the safe zone."
Ghost huffed, unsatisfied with her words but not surprised as he stood close by. "When you're done playin' house, you know how to find me Princess," He told her, brushing his dry glove against her cheek before turning around and stalking away, into the nearby forest.
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Jake had remained, thankfully, completely silent on their way back into the camp, only speaking up to let the entrance guard know what happened with the brother and son she had left with to scavenge earlier that day, then he was silent again until they had made it back to the two bedroom two story house they shared, the door closing behind him with a quiet click.
They made their way up the stairs, into the bedroom of the room they slept in together. "I'm gonna wash up real quick, ok?" Freya said as she walked into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind her and leaving no room for arguing.
The safe zone didn't have enough water for a proper shower, and all shower pipes were disabled, but there was enough to take a little bird bath with a clean rag and cold water from the sink. So she locked the door, then stripped her clothing, and quickly started with wiping away the slick that still clung between her thighs and on her pussy, before moving onto a general wipe down, her legs, arms, stomach, neck, tits, then armpits and so forth, until she was as clean as she could get.
After drying off and dressing in something more comfortable than what she had been wearing she stepped out of the bathroom, in an oversized, short-sleeved shirt that had probably belonged to Ghost at one point, and a pair of shorts.
Jake watched her as she sat down on the bed. "I'm guessing you two were more than just friends," He said, tone cold, like he was trying his best to remain neutral but failing horribly.
She simply shrugged in response, "While there's not really anything romantic going on between us nor has there ever been, we do fuck on occasion."
'On occasion,' of course, was a massive understatement. More like everyday when they were together, and sometimes multiple times a day, the two of them stowing away in a safehouse for a few days while fucking on and off all day.
"You didn't think to tell me that?" He asked, anger flairing.
"Why does it matter? Men can get so agressive or uncomfortable with eachother once they know they've fucked the same girl. I didn't feel like dealing with that. Besides it's not really any of your buisness, to be honest."
"Not- Not my buisness?! Did you seriously say that?! Are we not together?" Jake yelled, standing from the bed, glaring at her.
She turned to look at him, an incredulous look on her face as she deapanned, "Are you serious? I don't remember you ever asking me if we were some sort of exclusive, monogamous couple. If you had, I would have told you absolutely not, I don't do monogamy."
"You- you fucked him, while you were in there? Didn't you?!" He seethed, pacing around the room.
"No," She said simply, one hand planted on the bed as she turned her body to look at him, "He fingered me and ate me out."
"I can't believe you!" He yelled out, emphasizing with his hands.
"I can't believe you- you thought we were dating? What- just cause I let you stick your dick in me and sucked you off a few times?"
"No, I just- I thought you liked me back!" He stressed.
She shrugged again, "You're ok I guess. I mostly just wanted someone nice and warm to sleep next to and cuddle, amd I wanted into the safezone. You showed me. It was a lot easier to just stick with you than find another person to cuddle with."
"You're a fucking bitch!" He spat, "I thought we had something!"
Freya huffed, rolling her eyes, "We've known each other for a week. Maybe if you had used your big boy words instead of being emotional, we would have had this cleared up."
"Fuck you! Fuck this!- I'm gonna sleep in the other bedroom!" He seethed, walking away.
"Men are so tempermemtal," She huffed under her breath, then crawled under the covers to go to sleep, completely unaffected by his little, emotional outburst.
If he wasn't going to cuddle her, what was the point of sticking around? Maybe she should have just gone with Simon instead- she would have been thoroughly dicked down just like she needed, and he would have bent over backwards to make sure her every whim and desire was satisfied, as long as it didn't involve other people.
Maybe, in the morning, she'll attempt to slip away unseen and sneak out of the safezone, and let Ghost take her away to one of his many safehouses, where they could stay there for a few days and become 'reacquainted' as it were- the thought made her smile as she tucked the coveres up under her chin, and soon drifted off to sleep.
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