17 Works by TNERT
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“Ah, you’re doing great already, just as I expected,” Johannes praised his sub. The frontman kept a stoic tone but his smiling face gave away every hint of anticipation. Not that Henrik could see him. “And because of that, you can touch me, come here,” Johannes didn’t move off his lover’s upper thighs, guiding Henrik’s hands onto his knees. It wasn’t really a reward as much as a set up for if Henrik needed to tap out. Waterboarding someone wasn’t exactly the safest scene. It was where the guidelines of RACK shone, especially in scenes where both parties needed to be aware of the risk in participating.
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- English
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Henrik loved his boyfriend, a lot. But ever since he brought Henrik back to human society, Henrik noticed how Johannes’s health was slowly declining. It wasn’t like he wanted to hurt Johannes; to take his blood so frequently. Within the past month Henrik had started to try to abstain from feeding on Johannes. Hunger gripped his stomach for days, but he still couldn’t bring himself to drink from Johannes despite how willing his boyfriend was.
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- Part 2 of Mer De Noms
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Johannes was the first to slip off stage. Really, the band had played well tonight, but Johannes’s voice cracked really badly during My Shining Star. Thankfully it was in the last few seconds of the song, but he still felt really embarrassed. The cheap booze provided by the venue was calling to him at this point like an apple in the garden of Eden.
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In which Johannes is met with a pleasant surprise after a show. -
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Out of everyone in the band, Henrik’s pheromones smelled the best. Especially when he was in heat. Tim liked the bassist’s sandalwood scent, if he was focused enough there’d be floral notes as well. His pheromones wouldn’t dominate a room but the firm scent wouldn’t be drowned out either.
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He could feel it coming again.
That weight in his chest that wouldn’t leave until every tear and stream of snot had wrung his body dry. Henrik hated that feeling. He knew he could always try to force himself to feel better, but at the same time his mind urged him to allow for that deep ache to run its course. Like he needed to feel this way. Like he deserved it.
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Henrik scowled when he realized he accidentally put two 3’s in the same column. His sudoku puzzle packet definitely wasn’t lying about the difficulty posted on the front cover. He squinted his eyes, wondering if he should put on his reading glasses or not, he was getting to the age where a bunch of tiny numbers clumped together would require extra focus.
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The supply closet was dark when Johannes shut the door behind him. They had about ten minutes before they had to be on set and Johannes had urgently guided Henrik away as soon as they’d changed into their costumes. It was a little embarrassing, but Henrik wasn’t too unfamiliar with wearing sheer tights. Wearing a skirt, though, was new territory for him.
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You squeezed his chest with a low moan as you dragged your clit against his hooked nose.
“Enjoying yourselves?”
Henrik’s form was leaning against the now open bedroom door. His long wavy brown hair had been tucked into a bun and his arms crossed with a smirk carving his cheek.
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Johannes reminiscences his time with his missing bandmate on his retreat in the Finnish wilderness. During his stay however, he comes across something straight out of his nightmares. Is this all a dream or some sick prank? Or has reality struck him with the truth?
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- Part 1 of Mer De Noms
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Despite the warm body curled into his back, Tim felt incredibly cold when he woke up. His eyelids were heavy and his throat felt like cotton. Tim exhaled, feeling more tired than ever
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“Dracula? A bit on the nose, don’t you think?” Henrik could hear the grin in Johannes’s voice. Two long crooked fingers curled over the dip in the paperback and tilted it down.
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In which Henrik tries to read on his downtime but Johannes has other plans. -
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Maybe he was just dreaming, it certainly couldn't be an illusion due to his insomnia this time. Before he’d come here he was in his home, and now he’d managed to wake up where his doppelgänger seemed to work. Well, knowing himself, it was more likely that his doppelgänger resided here. Trent spent more hours in his studio every night than his bed.
Why did you leave me?
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Part 2 of 1, Trent reunites with himself.Series
- Part 2 of The Fragile and With Teeth
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The metal rod was long and thin in Trentina’s hand. Bumpy with a thick base to pull on, just like Trent had requested. Finding time alone with her sub especially on tour was a difficult task, so Trent had booked a hotel room for the two of them.
—Trent gets dommed by his female doppelgänger.
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“Who?..” Trent licked over his chapped lips, not sure if he was finally hallucinating. He hadn’t heard anyone break in, much less noticed anything out of the ordinary on his rush down the hall.
The older Trent offered him a small charming smile. He seemed way too calm for Trent’s liking.
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In which Trent meets his older selfSeries
- Part 1 of The Fragile and With Teeth
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Trent held out his wrists obediently, his black hair obscuring his face as he looked down to watch your hands. His wrists were small, short palms with long thin fingers. His nails were a bit chipped from being chewed on, but it wasn’t a big enough issue to where you’d have to edit them for the final shot. You folded the long rope, doubling the thickness. Then the rope slipped underneath his wrists, and over his pulse points.
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In which the Reader is a photographer for a bondage magazine and is in for an impromptu photoshoot with Trent -
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As soon as the limousine turned on, so did the remote hidden in your pocket. Trent sat a good couple feet across from you, the crimson red of the vehicle’s interior complimenting the blue streak of eyeshadow bruising his eyes.
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In which you dominate Trent Reznor in the back of his limousine. -
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A couple of loose knocks at the door indicated Trent’s arrival. You went to the entrance, opening your home to Reznor. Trent’s hair had mostly dried, he was wearing his leather jacket covering his likely bare arms but his pale legs stood out against the night. As predicted, his stage clothes still clung to his skin.“Hi,” You verbalized, despite Trent being taller, it was really only a inch of a height difference so you wouldn’t have to crane his neck upwards to meet his eyes. “The shower’s ready for you,”
Trent walked inside, dumping his loosely fitting boots off.
“Yeah, thanks.” He mumbled, taking his jacket off and tossing it haphazardly into the living room.
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