10 Works by 2headedtrout
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“Oh, shit.”
Shane’s head whips back, clipping Whitney’s mouth, slicing his teeth into his own lip.
“Ow! Fucking—cunt.” Whitney grips Shane’s hair in a fist but Shane ignores him, pointing at the lake.
“Fuck—Whitney!”
The girl in the audience sees it before he does. Her scream echoes over the lake and finally Whitney stops, looking through the reeds at the edge of the water. At first he thinks it’s a clump of dead plants, just more of the nasty shit that washes up on shore. But once he sits back on his heels, he sees the slack, gaping lips, the dull eyes, both wide open against the muddy water.
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You have to say something. There's some magical thing you can say to get him to stop, make him feel bad, make him like you, or at least pity you, you just have to figure it out and then he'll let you go and you'll get out of here, leave, go home, to where things aren't great but they're not this. The orphanage, suddenly Valhalla.
"Please," is all you manage.
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He could stop her if he really wanted to. Leaning down, grabbing his jaw to turn his head towards her, she spits into his mouth and she’s waiting for it. Punch her, throw her off, make her hurt. But he’s such a wimp. No matter how she slaps him, hits him, spits on him, he’s Mister Man treating his girlfriend like a queen. Or holding back the crazy bitch. Which one it is depends on who you ask.
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In the haze of everything, he grips the hand on his throat. Doesn’t pull it away, just kind of grips it. Brain bruised against his skull, he’s not really thinking, just moving on autopilot. The hand’s a rock in an ocean. The most real thing in the world. Solid and he bends around it.
Whitney punches him again. Couple more times. And Shane holds his hand. Presses it in.
Blood and oxygen all cut off with a single flex.
“Oh shit,” Whitney whispers, or something like it.
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Keeping secrets you’ll take to your grave is nothing; that’s just one more thing to carry. Eventually everything gets lost to the haze of memory. But another person seeing something makes it linger.
To try to sell off the guy that keeps making you look like a pussy, almost get trafficked, get saved by said guy, then have to keep seeing him in math class every day? At some point the punishment starts feeling divine.
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stretched spindled and crooked for light by 2headedtrout
Fandoms: Degrees of Lewdity (Video Game)
25 Feb 2026
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A car door slams shut and your head jerks up so fast you nearly crack it into the wall behind you and finish the job those guys left behind. Cops, you think, looking up to see Bailey.
He leans with his hand against the car roof, the other in his pocket.
"Get in," he says.
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a tunnel painted on a brick wall by 2headedtrout
Fandoms: Degrees of Lewdity (Video Game)
18 Feb 2026
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"Wait just a fucking second, slut." Whitney gets to his feet, staggering only a little, and pulls ███ with him. He turns her around, her ass rubbing against his cock, and grins over her shoulder. "Don't be such a partypooper." He presses her nape until she bends over, braced with her hands on Jace's thighs. "You're gonna watch me do what you won't."
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The way it works is that he's yours—your toy, your boyfriend, your slut, yours—but you're not his anything.
Not in that you don't mean anything, but it's like how the sky is nothing. Can't touch it, can't change it, pull it closer or push it away, but look up and it's always going to be there. Even when you're inside, it's on the outside. If there's a roof above you, there's the sky above the roof.
Nature, God, and you.
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hold me real close then do it again by 2headedtrout
Fandoms: Degrees of Lewdity (Video Game)
30 Oct 2025
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This balance Whitney had to be disciplined into learning. To pull his hand back and not press too hard. Fingers in his hair, a tongue on the inside of his wrist, and the pressure builds.
But sometimes breaking is the point. Whitney hasn't forgotten those early days, grappling the school hallway, the courtyard, and how one time he moved his knee between Jace's thighs in an aborted attempt to kick him away and felt that hard-on straining against his uniform. And even now, months since the last punch, push him and Jace pushes back twice as hard, like he is always waiting for an excuse.
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the essential cold of the architect by 2headedtrout
Fandoms: Degrees of Lewdity (Video Game)
01 Jul 2025
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Half a head shorter, the blond has to reach up to grab handfuls of the prince’s hair—somewhat gently, judging by the way the prince only laughs as his head is rocked side-to-side.
The prince leans down and plucks the cigarette from the blond’s lips, then kisses him. The blond’s hands fall from his hair to cup his cheeks.
Your grip creaks against the leatherbound steering wheel.
You could honk. Make the dog come running. And he would too. As soon as they part, the boy looks up, finally notices your car across the street, and even if it doesn’t last long, that look on his face says he feels the leash’s weight.