#Nine Inch Nails Something I Can Never Have

[iamtryingtobelieve]

You make this all go away

Something I Can Never Have [Still] (2001) Dir: Rob Sheridan

[mannyblacque]

Where it all began.

Pretty Hate Machine (released 10.20.1989)

NINE INCH NAILS

[phontao]

something i can never have

[invega-sustenna]

You make this all go away

[knightofleo]

[amadeux]

A few nights ago I had a dream with Trent Reznor. Obviously, it was a The Downward Spiral-era concert, but I don't remember all the details. The moment when Trent breaks into tears and the shameless spotlight caught him in such an intimate snatch was the only thing I could recall. I was tempted to portray him as idealized as possible (well, he really is a very handsome man), but I wanted to capture that exactly moment of vulnerability and fragility with moist eyes, sweaty face and matted hair. Behind all the brutal and sexy facade of Nine Inch Nails gigs there is the vulnerable soul of the author of the song. I didn't hear a specific one in my dream, but I decided that Something I Can Never Have perfectly embodies the emotional anguish that Reznor spills out every time he performs this touching masterpiece. Emotions speak more than beauty and outrage.

[nastytransmasc]

just some hand appreciation from nin performing "Something I Can Never Have" at the 9:30 Club in Washington, DC

highly recommend checking out the vid, he plays with a big rope noose and literally climbs up onto the railing or rafters or whatever. really puts his whole trentussy into the performance

[xiadz]

Something I Can Never Have Nine Inch Nails [And All That Could Have Been . Still, 2002]

[iamtryingtobelieve]

In this place it seems like such a shame

Although it all looks different now

I know it's still the same

Everywhere I look you're all I see

Just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be

[itscauseimbatman]

I still recall the taste of your tears

Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears

My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore

Scraping through my head 'til I don't want to sleep anymore

[dex-starr]

Nine Inch Nails - Something I Can Never Have

[trueccfiend]

songs, albums, and artists mentioned by eric and dylan

Eric

KMFDM

- “KMFDM is a favorite of mine” he said in his 25 things essay.

- He writes the song title "Kein Mitlied"

- He writes the lyrics to the songs "Son of a Gun", “Waste" and "Stray Bullet”

- Eric quoted Anarchy in Nate Dykeman's yearbook

- He also quoted Dogma in Dylan's yearbook

- Eric wore a black KMFDM shirt for their 1997 album and tour “Symbols”.

A crazy coincidence, the album “Adios” was released on April 20, 1999, the same day as the Columbine massacre. Adios, meaning “goodbye”, is eerily reminiscent of how 15 people died, including the two shooters, who were fans of the band.

RAMMSTEIN

- Like with KMFDM there is evidence Eric translated lyrics to the following Rammstein songs: Du Hast Du Riechst So Gut, Engle, Guilty, Herzleid, Kokain, Heirate Mich, Buck Dich, Tier, Bestrafe Mich, Klavier, Wilder Wein, Weises Fleisch.

- Eric also had a Rammstein sticker in the rear window of his car and had a Rammstein T-Shirt on in his Junior year school picture

OTHER

- Eric referred to the Nine Inch Nails song “Closer” in his journal during a rant about wanting violent sex with a woman, and that it was the "perfect song for me" in November 1998.

- Eric writes in 'You know what I love' rant that he loved The Prodigy

- Eric left the "Fly CD" to Susan in his will during one of the Basement Tapes (Fly - Bombthreat Before She Blows)

- There was a sketch found in one of Eric Harris's notebooks that referenced “Ich Bin Ein Auslander” by Pop Will Eat Itself

Dylan.

CHEMICAL BROTHERS

- Dylan writes "Chemical Brothers" in his journal. He references "Loops of Fury", a Chemical Brothers EP

- Lyrics to the song "Guilty by Gravity Kills" are printed in his journal.

- Dylan writes "Life is sweet Daft Punk Mix" - Daft Punk remix of Chemical Brothers - Life Is Sweet

- Dylan writes “Chicos Groove – The Chemical Brothers” in his journal.

- Dylan wore a red Chemical Brothers shirt with a rainbow across the chest for their song “Setting Sun.” He also wore a grey Chemical Brothers shirt for their album “Dig Your Own Hole”.

NINE INCH NAILS

- Dylan writes ‘NIN’ Nine Inch Nails at the bottom of his journal

- He mentions "Downward Spiral", the NIN album, and often draws spirals in his journal and in his school planner

- He mentions the song Hurt

- Dylan is seen wearing a grey NIN shirt for their album “The Downward Spiral” towards the end of the “Eric at Columbine” home video.

- Dylan also references other NIN songs such as "Now I'm Nothing", “Happiness in Slavery”, “Something I can never have", and “Piggy".

OTHER

- In his planner, Dylan writes “I’m not a trendy asshole don’t give a fuck if its good enuf for you”. These are lyrics from The Offspring song “Smash”

- Dylan quoted the lyrics from “Beautiful” by the Smashing Pumpkins. He also owned their album “Siamese Dream.” (Fun Fact: Eric disliked the Smashing Pumpkin, and jokingly referred to them as the “Ghashing Bumpkins”).

- "Rammstein" is mentioned in Dylans journal. One of the boys purchased "Stripped" CD.

- Dylan writes "KMFDM - Brute" in his journal. He also wore a KMFDM shirt for their album XTORT in his “interview.”

- White Zombie - Black Sunshine: Dylan writes that this song should be played over the "hate" section of his website.

- They Might Be Giants - Particle Man: Dylan wrote for it to be played over the "hacking" section of his webpage

- Alice In Chains - I Stay Away: Dylan wrote that this was to be played over the "other cool mus." section of his webpage.

- 2Pac - Hit 'Em Up - the lyrics are written (incorrectly) in Dylan's school planner.

THE MARILYN MANSON DEBATE

Did Eric and Dylan actually listen to Marilyn Manson? Friends of the two boys have denied that they were fans of his. And while there is no actual evidence to suggest that they did listen to his music, Dylan did have a poster of him in his room.

“Mrs. Klebold indicated that Dylan had a poster of Marilyn Manson and that she asked him about it, and in particular asked him what it meant. Dylan had told her that it didn't mean anything and that he didn't really listen to lyrics of Marilyn Manson music, however, did listen to the music.” (Columbine; Jeff Kass).

Additionally, Eric apparently did sometimes listen to Manson, given that he had written M.M- initials in his journal.

This behaviour seems kind of odd for people who “weren’t fans” of at least SOME of Marilyn Mansons music, but I digress.

[pedroscurls]

touch starved (one-shot)

summary: logan agreed to go out with wade, having been promised a low-key night, but he should've known than to trust wade for his word. he didn't agree to spend his night at a strip club and he's just about ready to leave until he sees you. pairing: worst!wolverine x fem!reader content warnings: explicit smut (18+, mdni), porn without plot, lap dance, grinding / humping, striptease, one night stand (you take logan back to your apartment), unprotected p in v (be safe folks!), cowgirl, reader takes charge (and logan's more than happy to let you take the lead), oral - m receiving, swallowing logan's release. basically this story is all about catering to logan and his needs 🙂‍↕️, reader description (only clothes and hair), no use of y/n. word count: 3k a/n: coming at ya with yet another one-shot of logan filth lol. my own headcanon is that logan / worst!wolverine is touch starved (just as much as he craves to be part of something bigger than himself). anyway, hope y'all enjoy - it's a spicy one 🤭 song: closer by nine inch nails

“You promised a quiet night out, Wade,” Logan snarls at the other man, hand gripping his glass of whiskey. It’s too loud in here, the music blaring from the speakers, the flashing dark red lights illuminating mainly the stage where women are performing. There are plenty of men surrounding the stage, alcohol in one hand and dollar bills in the other.

“I promised no such thing,” Wade grins. “I said let’s go out and you agreed.”

Logan’s jaw tightens and he looks at Wade with narrowed eyes. “You’re a fuckin’ liar.” 

Wade laughs. “Come on, peanut! Have some fun. Let loose. Just sit back and relax–”

“I’m leavin’,” Logan interrupts, downing his entire glass before slamming it on the table. He stands up and gets ready to turn on his heel when he catches a glimpse of you at the corner of his eye. He turns slightly and watches the way your smile meets your eyes. You don’t look like you belong in a place like this, the other women wearing too much make up and revealing so much that it leaves little to the imagination. But you… You look absolutely breathtaking and Logan feels like he can’t move, can’t tear his eyes away from you.

Your hair cascades past your shoulders, your make up remaining light and natural. You’re dressed in an all black sheer robe with a lace cuff and satin waist belt. The robe is loosely wrapped around your frame, giving Logan a glimpse of your sheer mesh bra, the top of your bra trimmed with lace and when you undo the belt of your robe to reveal your lower half, he feels his breath catch in his throat. Your panties – or rather, your thong – matches the same style of your bra. 

It’s so innocent in comparison to the other women in the strip club, and yet, Logan can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. It’s only when he hears Wade’s voice that he finally looks away, even though he’s yearning to just look at you again.

“Oh, someone’s caught your eye,” Wade grins, swaying in his seat. “Want a private dance, Mr. Wolverine?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Logan says. “Like I said, I was leavin’–”

“So soon?” you interrupt and glance between both men. You flash a smile in Wade’s direction who looks like he’s about ready to combust with excitement. He’s sipping his drink with a straw, grinning in your direction. Then, you glance over at Logan whose eyes stare directly into your own. 

“Actually,” Wade says. “How much for a private dance…” he trails, staring up at you as he waits for you to say your name.

“Kitty,” you finish for him. “You can call me Kitty.”

“Very fitting,” Wade winks. “Well, Kitty, it’s my friend’s first night out in a very long time and I figured I can treat him to a private dance.”

“That’s very nice of you,” you respond, but your eyes never leave Logan’s. You can see his eyes flit over your frame, lingering on your exposed skin.

“Listen, you ain’t have to and–”

“How about the first one’s on me?” you interject. 

“Sweetheart,” Logan mumbles. 

You bite your lower lip and gently reach up to rest a hand on his arm. You can feel the muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt, can feel him flex it underneath your fingertips. Logan inhales sharply as he looks down at your hand, clearing his throat at your soft touch. 

“His name’s Logan, by the way,” Wade chimes in, cutting through the tension with a quiet giggle. 

“But only if you want to, Logan,” you whisper, moving your hand down his arm and to his forearm. You bat your eyelashes up at him, trying to ignore the obvious attraction you feel towards him. Truthfully, you’d rather spend the rest of your night with him rather than give dances to other men in the club – men who didn’t look like Logan. 

Logan feels his resolve diminishing, but when he hears his name leave your lips, he nods slowly. “Y– Yeah, sure.” 

“Great, come with me.” You smile and gently take his hand in yours. He looks down at it, taking notice of the way his large hand encompasses yours and he allows you to lead him towards the back of the club and into a much more private room. 

Once inside, Logan hears the door shut and he turns to face you, his eyes lingering on your frame. He watches you walk towards him, hips swaying to the muffled sound of the music until he feels your hands rest firmly on his chest. 

“You’re a shy one,” you point out, tongue darting out to lick your lower lip. 

“Not shy,” Logan mumbles. “Just bein’ respectful, sweetheart.” 

“Sexy and a gentleman?” you smile. “Mind if I keep you for the rest of the night?” you tease.

Logan feels a blush rise in his cheeks and lets out a quiet grunt when he feels you push him back against the large sofa. He stares up at you, eyes obviously now trailing your frame. He keeps his hands on his lap, though he yearns to reach out to touch you. 

“Logan,” you whisper, moving your hands to rest on the backs of the couch as you lean in until your lips are mere inches from one another. You’re slightly bent over to be at eye level with him and you smile, catching the way he clears his throat. “If you don’t want to do this, all you have to do is say so, okay?” 

“Okay,” he responds quietly. 

You smile and gently press a soft kiss on his cheek, slowly pulling away to see that his eyes had fallen shut. You turn on your heel and walk over to the speaker to put on a couple of songs that you normally play when you give a private dance. Pressing play on the first song, you then turn around to face him once more. He looks so large in this room – his legs spread open on the sofa, broad shoulders and chiseled muscle beneath the fabric of the flannel he’s wearing. This was only ever a job to you, never finding anyone all that interesting or attractive, but Logan – well, you’d risk your entire job if it meant you can have him for one night. 

As the first song plays and filters the room, your eyes meet Logan’s who is staring at you with an anticipated look on his face. His eyes move along your legs, up to your midsection and then up to your breasts and back down. Slowly, you remove your robe and let it pool around your ankles as you strut towards him. Your hips sway with each forward step and Logan lets out a shaky breath. 

Once you’re standing in front of him, between his legs, you lean down and gently brush your lips against the corner of his lips. His facial hair tickles your lips and you pull back enough to stare into his eyes, lips slowly grazing his own. “You can touch me,” you whisper and move your hands onto his strong shoulders, slowly straddling his hips. “To be honest, I’d let you do anything you’d want to me,” you say quietly into his ear. 

Logan’s large hands immediately move to your hips, gripping it tightly as you sit firmly on his lap. He’s so hard and he feels so embarrassed, but the look on your face when you feel him alleviates some of the uncertainty he’s feeling. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve felt a man’s erection while giving them a lap dance, but it is the first time that you actually let out a quiet moan as you slowly roll your hips against his own, to the beat of the song. The tension between you thickens in the air and you stare deeply into his eyes as you try to remember the routine that you normally do for this song. 

You let me violate you 

You let me desecrate you 

You let me penetrate you 

You let me complicate you

Logan’s hands slowly move from your hips to your thighs, his fingertips digging into the meat of your flesh as your hips roll against his. He clears his throat and watches as your eyes flutter with each movement. He has to wonder if this is all part of your act, that maybe you’re just acting like you’re enjoying this. 

“Logan,” you whisper, moving to slightly lean back in his lap. You move one hand from his shoulder to reach behind you and rest on his knee as you lift your hips before coming back down on his lap. Logan groans quietly, almost inaudibly, as he moves a hand to splay on your abdomen, slowly moving it upwards towards your breasts. 

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

When his thumb brushes against your nipple, feeling it peak beneath the sheer fabric of your bra, he has to wonder if maybe he crossed a line. Logan moves his hand away from you but you grab his wrist and move it back over your breasts. He smirks and wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he leans forward. 

You let out a quiet moan and feel a wetness settle between your legs that you have to lift your hips off of him, not wanting to stain his dark jeans with your arousal. Slowly, you stand back up and hear him let out a quiet, disapproving groan. You stand between his legs, moving one hand in your hair as you use the other to run along your body, grazing your own breasts and down between the valley of your thighs as your hips sway to each beat of the song.

You tear down my reason

(Help me) it's your sex I can smell

(Help me) you make me perfect

Help me become somebody else

Logan can smell your arousal, can smell just how excited you are and the uncertainty he felt earlier is now completely gone. His hands move up your legs, fingertips hooking into the thin waistband of your thong, but he feels your hands move to rest over his. 

“Logan,” you say quietly. Even through the music, he can hear your voice, can hear the desire and yearning in your tone. 

“Yeah, sweetheart?” 

“I want to take you home,” you admit, moving to sit back on his lap. “I know it’s very unprofessional, but–”

Logan grins. “Then take me home.” 

—

Logan had told Wade what happened, the other man all too excited for him. He hadn’t expected this night to turn the way it did and there’s some part of him that doesn’t feel like he deserves it, but when he sees you step out of the club with that same sweet smile that meets your eyes, he pushes those feelings out of his mind. Because all he can think about is what’s going to happen next. 

The drive to your apartment was short and the moment you step out of the car, Logan’s quick to follow you. He steps inside of the apartment with you and you shut the door behind him before you’re on him almost instantly. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and Logan’s hands move to rest on your hips. You stare up at him before you lean up to press your lips firmly against his. 

Logan groans instantly against your lips, eyes falling shut as he follows your lead. You move one hand down his chest to his abdomen until it reaches the waistband of his jeans. He feels your tongue slide past his lips and he whimpers against you – he fucking whimpers. Logan’s used to being the one in charge that it takes him by surprise when you’re more than willing to take control. 

When you undo the button and zipper of his jeans, you pull away. Your gaze darkens at the sight of him and you bring him further into your apartment, once more pushing him against your couch as he sits down with a grunt. Standing in front of him, you pull down your shorts and panties in one motion, grabbing the ends of your shirt to lift over your head. You stand in front of him, completely bare and exposed for him that Logan doesn’t know where to look first. 

You’re so fucking breathtaking that he feels his manhood strain against the fabric of his jeans. Logan slowly pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs, catching the way your eyes widen at the sight of his erected length. He smirks to himself and undoes the buttons of his flannel, pushing it off his shoulders. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper under your breath. “You’re so fucking hot, Logan.” 

Logan bites his lower lip. He doesn’t have time to respond, to tell you that you’re the one who’s so fucking hot because you straddle his hips and take hold of length. He groans at the feel of your hand wrapped around him, lining him up to your opening. He doesn’t know how long he’s going to last – it had been such a long time since anyone’s wanted him like this, since anyone looked at him the way you did. 

In his universe, everyone hated him. 

But in this one – Logan has a second chance at living life the way he should have in the first place. 

When you slide down his length, Logan’s hands move to your hips. He groans loudly, your walls surrounding his length – so warm, so wet, so tight. Your walls slide down every inch of his length until you’re seated fully on his lap. He looks up at you, sees the way your eyes flutter. 

“God, you’re so deep,” you point out with a quiet moan, moving your hands to his shoulders. Holding onto him, you slowly begin to lift yourself before you slide back down. You can feel every inch of his throbbing manhood within your depths and he fills you so fully in a way that you’ve never felt before. 

He shifts to lie on his back on your couch, staring up at you. Your hands move to rest on his chest, rolling your hips forward and backward. You can feel the hair at his base brush against your bundle of nerves with each movement, quiet moans escaping your lips. 

Logan moans in surprise when you reach for his hands, lacing your fingers together as you press them above his head. He knows that he’s so much stronger than you, but he finds that he likes being at your mercy. You’re gripping his hands so tightly, pressing your joined hands further into your couch as you begin to bounce along his length. You lift yourself until his tip is the only part of him that’s within your depths before you slide back down, your tight walls sliding down each inch of him.

“Sweetheart, fuck,” Logan groans, squirming slightly against your grip. He feels your walls begin to tremble around him, can feel you tightening even further around his manhood. 

“Lo– Logan!” you exclaim, moaning loudly as you slam down onto him. You shut your eyes tightly, slowly moving your hips forward and backward to ride out your high. You release his hands to brace yourself on his chest, the feeling of his hair at his base providing just the right amount of friction. 

Logan feels a tightness building in the pit of his stomach and he gently lifts you off of him. You gasp, whimpering at the sudden loss of him before you realize that he’s close. You move down the couch and settle yourself between his legs as you take hold of his length, stroking him with a firm grip as your lips wrap around his tip. 

“Fuck!” he groans, not expecting you to fucking suck him off. Logan moves a hand in your hair, tangling his fingers in your locks as he guides you along his length. Your hand strokes what your mouth can’t and when you hollow your cheeks to apply more pressure around him, Logan tosses his head back against the couch. 

It’s sloppy, spit trickling down your chin as you keep your eyes focused on him. You move along his length, flattening your tongue on the underside of him as you feel each throbbing vein against you. Logan’s grip around your hair tightens and he lifts his hips slightly off the couch to push himself further into your mouth, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat as you gag around him.

Slowly, you pull away from him and smile. “Come for me, Logan.” Then, you wrap your mouth around him once more and bob your head rapidly, stroking his base. Logan shuts his eyes tightly, the tightness building once more as he lets out a loud moan. He gently pushes your hand away as he grips himself, using his free hand to pull you back from your hair as he releases into your mouth. He opens his eyes to look down at you, his seed filling your mouth and you eagerly swallow. 

Logan groans, stroking himself to release every last drop of his spend into your mouth. You smile against him – you fucking smile with his cock in your mouth – and it’s an image that Logan will never forget. When you pull away and lick your lips, swallowing every last drop, you lean up on your knees and stare at him.

“Yum,” you grin. 

Logan’s breathing heavily, moving one hand to rest behind his head as he looks at you with a small smile. “Didn’t expect this to happen tonight,” he admits. “But I’m glad it did.” 

“Stay the night?” you ask. 

Logan nods and sits up, gently pushing you onto your back as he settles himself between your legs. “Oh, sweetheart, I ain’t even done with you yet.”

[sacr1ficialang3l]

LITTLE MISS SCARE-ALL

Introducing… vampire-rockstar!reader ✮⋆˙

✮⋆˙nyx is the nickname the townsfolk had given her after they all realized no one really knew her name. It fits, though. After all, she is their goddess. 

✮⋆˙nyx is rock n roll personified. Tight little leather skirts and flimsy little tank tops. Knee-high boots that could squash you if she wanted to, long red nails that somehow don’t inconvenience her when she decides to play the guitar for a lucky crowd, always smelling of vodka and cigarette smoke and power.

✮⋆˙nyx is a force of nature, an unstoppable beast, but she is also just a pretty girl that wants to have fun and make people jump along to her music. Dean will soon realize that she is not like other vamps he knows, and that he is not immune to her spellbinding aura. 

✮⋆˙nyx will crash her way into the Winchester’s lives, and her fangs will sink in deep into the older one’s heart, no matter how much he tries to stop it. After all, he had never met a daughter of the legendary Count Orlok. 

✮⋆˙The Winchesters are not ready for Nosferatu’s wild, ravishing, fierce rockstar daughter, but she is coming, and no one can stop her. 

TONIGHT'S SETLIST:

✮ Black No.1 - Type O Negative

✮ Runaway - Bon Jovi

✮ The Rain Song - Led Zeppelin

✮ Closer - Nine Inch Nails

NOTES: so, I'm trying something different with this! this will be a mini-series and the first part will come out soon! I've been working pretty hard on this because I loved the concept and I can't wait for you all to meet Nyx<3

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