#so... *plap plap plap* songs‚ huh?

[numetaljackdog]

what i'm listening to 11/5/2022 (song notes under cut)

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Laura Les - Haunted: haunted. by laura les

Black Dresses - Pink Panther: i'm just gonna paste a draft i had written about this. "i can't keep quiet anymore. i have to talk shit. so black dresses' version of pink panther is really good, right? but i went and listened to the scene queen original bc i was curious. i don't like scene queen but i figured: it's a well-written song, i'll give her another shot. and oh good god black dresses improved that song by SO MUCH. took it from like a 4 to a 9 by turning it from a punk wannabe tiktok cisbian smirkfest to a certified banger preaching the word of gross toxic trans sex. no i'm not projecting don't be silly"

Steve Lacy - Bad Habit: this might be the first song to feature on more than one WILT and that's because i fucking love this song. this is without a doubt my pop hit of the year. it's breezy, funny, cozy, loving, and just the right amount of cheeky. good shit baybee

Insane Clown Posse - Hokus Pokus: i've finally done it. i've finally gotten into icp. they're goofy as shit and the music is dogshit but it's just... a lot of fun! and kind of cathartic, listening to some weird clowns talk about all the terrible things they're gonna do to the shitbags of society but without any sense of righteousness. idk this is too many words to dedicate to icp but i'm just having a hard time explaining what has finally grabbed me about them

Kendrick Lamar - King Kunta: holy shit talk about a song that makes your jaw drop from first listen. every second of this (and the whole album) is so tight and purposeful. probably one of the greatest records of my lifetime. can you tell that rateyourmusic account is getting to me

Laura Les - ditch a body in the laundry (feat. Dylan Brady): INSANE FUCKING SONG. put that shit in my veins for real. this is probably my second favorite laura les ep, after "i just don't wanna name it anything with 'beach' in the title". unfortunately, none of this stuff is on spotify, the greyed out version you'll see in the playlist is my own local file from bandcamp. but it's on the youtube list!

The Beach Boys - Caroline, No - Mono/Remastered: i've gotten into the beach boys within the past six months or so and... it just gets you, y'know? and like i think a lot of people who only know the hits have this impression of the band as this annoyingly peppy pop band but like. brian wilson. there's some real dark shit to be found, and the absolute numb tragedy of this song just really stuck with me

Black Dresses - Kill All Your Friends: these covers!! damn!!! when this dropped i didn't dare to dream it would be a mcr cover, i just figured they had picked the same title for an original by coincidence. but ohhh was i in for a surprise. i think it was a perfect selection of song, and it hits in all the right ways to maintain the breathy desperation of the original while putting the signature black dresses sonic cocaine all throughout

Spin Doctors - Cleopatra's Cat: weirdass song. like i said last month, i've been into the spin doctors since their trainwreckords episode, and i've always had kind of an admiration for this song. it's so ambitious, and just fun in a way that's both silly and complex. it finally clicked for me eventually and now i walk around all day doing the little scatting thing from the "hook"

Savage Garden - I Want You: i'll be real i don't know shit about savage garden but this track bangs. i found this in the black dresses inspirations playlist and it just took immediately. i love the y2k era, almost kind of boy band energy from it, would definitely check out more of this band's stuff

Sam Smith & Kim Petras - Unholy: there are a lot of things to be said about this song but i'll keep this really brief. one, it's cool to see trans artists get a number one hit. two, the hook is really really really fucking good. that will be all

Brian David Gilbert - Tragedy: i felt really strongly about bdg's first halloween parody ep from last year, i kept listening to it long after halloween and it even made it onto the latest favorite album ranking. i don't feel nearly as strongly about this one, but it's still enjoyable. significantly, i've actually never heard the bee gee's original of this one, so the catchiness of it is new to me in this cover version. happy halloween!

chipmunks on 16 speed - Call Me: same thing as ditch a body with the local files here. imo this is the best chipmunks on 16 speed track, everything about it aligns just right and makes it feel like this is how the song is meant to be listened to. i know it's really just a novelty but, as i believe i've sufficiently proved, i am 100% willing to take novelties completely seriously

Fetty Wap - 679 (feat. Monty): apparently this became a tiktok song at some point? i have remained blissfully unaware of this fact until making this list. this one is just a nostalgia banger, funnily enough because of its popularity on places like vine. confession: i really did think that the lyric was "i got the soda" bc of that one danny gonzalez vine. happy soda saturday

Incredibox V3 - Over Your Head: youtube exclusive here. i have nothing to say about this, i just found it in my old saved videos and it's kinda cool

Living Colour - What's Your Favorite Color?: i have this album on cassette as a gift from a relative, which is where i first heard it recently. i have a lot to say about the history contained here but once more i will be brief. this album has a lot of really tasty cuts, this one not being anywhere near the best of them. it is, however, probably the catchiest, which is how it got on this list

Quasimoto - Catchin' The Vibe: another artist i know virtually nothing about. this kind of doom-adjacent eccentric hip hop is one of the hundreds and hundreds of styles i've been itching to get into, and this is one of my first baby steps

The Garden - Call This # Now: and we close out with yet another artist that's new to me! i guess there's a theme. an entrancing blend of hooks and weird shit is always an easy sell for me. also i'm probably the millionth person to say this but. spamton vibes

#*char noises* #so... *plap plap plap* songs‚ huh? #talking pop

[ourladytamara]

Pain In The Neck

(1k)

@_proletkvlt 2022

CWs: snuff, necro, nonchalant murder, freeuse kinda vibes, institutionalized violence

“Next, please!”

The doctor’s voice fills the waiting room, your eyes perking up immediately at the cheery sound. Finally! You’d been waiting eagerly for over an hour, now, and at last, you were the closest to the door. Doctor Amara’s Chiropractic Center was always packed; people just couldn’t get enough of her special treatments! The pain just disappears like melting butter – so the fliers and TV ads say, at least. After all, your neck’s been killing you for about a week, now.

Doctor Amara’s a tall, blonde, lithe woman, her thin body lightly toned from her regular cardio. She had a small pair of reading glasses across her face, a fancy black turtleneck just below her white coat. You stand and face her, smiling and introducing yourself as she gestures towards the open door behind.

The back offices were small – much smaller than you’d expected out of a normal medical building, actually. A single secretary taps away at her keyboard on the central desk, ignoring your presence as you stroll by en route to another one of the small, dimly-lit treatment rooms.

Ah – right here, suite 860. There sure were a lot of suites, weren’t there? Doctor Amara pushes it open and gestures once again, inviting you towards the flat, cushioned table at the center of the room.

Wonderful! It’s so comfortable, the gentle squishiness of the padding beneath already taking some pain away from your neck. It’s… surprisingly thick, actually; come to think of it, you’ve never seen such a bulky, mechanically-complex massage table before...

“Thank you for choosing the Amara Chiropractic Center, patient! We really appreciate your business.” the good Doctor says, in her characteristic sing-song giddiness. It cuts your train of thought like a knife, replaced with the sweet, saccharine taste of Amara’s mere presence.

“I’m glad to be here!” you reply, her enthusiasm now rubbing off on you a bit. “You’re great at what you do, Doctor.”

You smile. She smiles back.

“Let’s get started, then!”

She grabs your neck and cocks it to the side, breaking it instantly. You’re barely able to even force a death-rattle out of your lungs before your separated brain stem completely deprives your lower body of motor impulse. You die before you even knew you were dead.

Doctor Amara smiles and claps her hands, then unzips her jeans. Her cock flops out of its prison, wiry forest of pubes and all; she had no need for underwear, after all, as it’d just absorb the lovely sheen she’d otherwise accumulated on her thick, flesh-covered member.

“Another one?” the secretary from the hall calls, total nonchalance in her voice as the doctor starts to force her cock into the mouth of your corpse. A thin trickle of blood and drool leaks from the side, which she promptly wipes away and licks up.

“Mhm – pent up today.” Amara replies, her turgid cock now working in and out of your mangled and bent esophagus.

“Third one this week? Come on, Kelsey…”

“What? I have my needs.”

The secretary rolls her eyes and returns to her work, far too used to her superior’s shenanigans by now. Oh, well. The dull plapping of hips against your cooling, clammy flesh begins to filter through the halls. Blood seeps out of your nostrils, adding additional lubrication to your user’s experience; Doctor Amara grits her teeth and pulls out of your red, slimy throat to jerk herself off.

Your body, now deprived of a brain, begins to empty its bladder on impulse. Piss gushes out of you and soaks the cushion beneath you, the liquid seemingly seeping through and dripping somewhere below.

“F-Fucking moron, f-fucking stupid piece of shit…” she hisses through her teeth, hand movements growing hungrier and hungrier as she gazes down at your lifeless body. “S-Should’ve read the waiver before you signed it, and maybe this wouldn’t b-be happening, huh?”

You don’t reply, as you never would again, save for a languid rolling of your glassy eyes. Every thought and experience, every memory and every hope and every dream, now forfeit because of an unlucky choice in fake medical professionals. Truly, it wasn’t your fault – and she doesn’t blame you, either, at least not for anything except having a throat too tight for your own good.

It doesn’t take her long before she sprays thick, pearly ropes of sperm all over your body, coating your face before shooting the rest of them out over your still-clothed torso. It seeps into your outfit, a nice one you’d picked for the occasion, and comes to rest warm and sticky against your now room-temperature form.

Doctor Amara’s breathing hitches, her teeth grit tight and her hands gripping her twitching cock like a vice. Soon, she’s spent; the last droplets of her orgasm land in your hair, entire head now soiled with a thick, disgusting ooze of blood, spit, and cum. It dribbles onto the carpeted floor between Amara’s black crocs, the dried remnants of countless other, similar stains barely visible beneath the repeated pressure-washings. Had to keep the smell out, after all – they get suspicious if it’s too obvious.

Not like suspicion would’ve done you much good in this situation, but oh, well – perhaps that’s why you were the corpse-toy and she wasn’t. Maybe that’s why she had the successful fake chiropractic business as a front for her appetite for murder and sadism, too; too many questions and, unfortunately for you, not enough time.

Doctor Amara presses a button on the underside of the large, overcomplicated massage table. Instantly, it whirs to life, the dull shunting of machinery beneath it growing louder and louder. With a pop, the plush, cushioned surface swings inward – your limp body falling into the abyss right after. It draws you down, deep, deeper into the gurgling underbelly of the building – where you land in the hopper of the woodchipper she’d installed in the basement.

The secretary, from her desk upstairs, turns it on. The secret hatch in the table swings shut, the grinding reversing and ceasing as if nothing had even happened. Amara pants, satisfied, cleaning her cock off with a wet wipe. Deft, manicured fingers tuck flyaway hairs back into a neat, well-maintained bun.

Another face in the waiting room lights up as Doctor Amara pushes open the door.

“Next, please!”

#subscriber stories

[smuttymekapilot63]

Game Over + Sombra. Have fun with her hacking skills!

PLAY OF THE GAME:

The video starts with Hana in his meka, blasting away at the opposing team. It looked like the play was going to be about him, since he was decimating the other team, the payload still a fair ways away from the point, but then the focus shifted to an invisible figure and purple beams shooting from their hands. A message displayed on Hana's sceen. HACKED! In purple letters with a skull. Hacked by Sombra. So embarrassing! But not as embarrassing as what she was about to do to him.

She made his meka spit him out half way so his butt was sticking out. "Sombra what the hell?!" He squealed as her claw like gloves tore open his plug suit and exposed his cute little but and balls. "Geez Hana, you got a cute pair of balls on ya. No wonder Lena talks about you all the time." The hacker mused, pouring a bottle of lube onto a thick custom made bad dragon strapon. She made it so her nerves attached so it made it seem like it actually was hers. "Shame they're attached to an itty bitty cock like yours~ Get ready to feel a real cock~" Goodness, did she know about his kinks too? Did she read his journal? Geez, first Lena and Emily, then Echo, now Sombra. He might as well make his diary public by now!

"H-hey! Wh-what are you haah~!" He cried out as she pushed the toy inside his ass. So thick and textured! Geez, he'll need to look up bad dragon toys if he gets out of this. His cock began to swell up as she plapped away at his ass, their moans crying out harmoniously. "Wow Hana, you really are an ass slut! I though I'd have some trouble fitting this thing in! Shit, I know I have trouble!" She said with a smirk. "Let's make this a bit more fun, huh?" She brought up her holographic keyboard and brought out a tentacle from his Meka. His eyes went wide. "Yeah, I know all about your pervy little mods~ Now let's have some fun!" Before Dva could object, the dildo tipped tentacle was shoved into his mouth. The pilot was trembling, his cock hard and drooling as it swung beneath him, the strapon's toy balls plapping against his own.

"Aww, you're leaking everywhere! How adorably pathetic!" She cooed with a grin as he spanked his fat pale ass. Tears welled in his eyes, from the humiliation, stinging from the spank, and utter bliss he felt from getting plowed in front of potentially millions of people. Tears ran down his red cheeks as his eyes rolled back into his head as cum spurt onto the ground, pooling on the floor as Sombra laughed. "Haha, holy shit! You seriously came! I didn't touch your dick!" She said with a bewildered smirk on her face. "Geez, and I wanted us to cum at the same time. Oh well~ Looks like I don't have a reason to hold back anymore~" Now her hips went wild, plowing his cute little ass like no tomorrow. Her toy cock felt like it was throbbing inside his hole. "Hah! Get ready, Hana~ Here comes a nice fat cream pie~!" Sombra pumped her hips before fully sheathing herself inside him, moaning out as she shot out a warm thick gooey wad of cum-like lube inside his ass at the same time the toy shot it's own load into his mouth. She cried out in ecstasy, quivering with glee. She finally got the chance to creampie the cute pilot's ass that she wanted to claim for so long. As she pulled out both toys, she made sure the camera got a nice shot of his shuddering, gaping ass, giving his pale cheek a kiss, her purple lipstick leaving a mark. Oh and would you look at that! It seemed like Hana was carrying his teammates and without him, they lost the match! Now that's adding insult to injury.

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A few weeks later, that play became something of an urban legend. As soon as it went up, it disappeared off the internet without a trace. Since no one could find it, people just thought it was a fake, a case of Mandela effect. But there was one copy out there in the world, in a messy little bedroom of a certain Mexican Talon agent. Sitting there, wearing a light violet tank top and black panties, Sombra was panting, fingers drenched from cumming over and over again to that video. How many times was that now? It had to have been in the triple digits by then. She looked over to the little framed picture she had on her desk, a signed picture of D.Va, that she got while in disguise. 'To Olivia, my biggest fan! Love D.va~ ❤ She chuckled, tracing a moist finger across the picture's face. "Let's meet up again, Hana Song~" She mused, giggling before replaying the video and going back to masturbating, this time with the toy attached.