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England was one hell of a kinky bastard.

America had always heard that sort of thing in passing and had teased the man himself about it, but somehow a nickname like Erotic Ambassador didn’t really translate into something solid and real. It seemed more a playful, raunchy joke and not something that was actually, well, true.

And even if it was true, that still didn’t give him any idea of what that actually entailed because, when you got right down to it, America was relatively vanilla compared to Europe. His basic understanding of sex was to put piece A into slot B and maybe there might be some rubbing and grinding but really that was the gist of it, right?

Dating England had served as something of a wake up call and there had been multiple incidents where after a ‘session’ he’d find himself in some shock over what it was that he had just partaken in.

Yet he had thought, after a couple years, that he understood the extent of it. Something along the lines of uniforms and being smacked on the ass and, well, that wasn’t really that kinky was it?

But this?

Oh, this was definitely a notch higher on the kink ladder. Several, in fact.

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Nggggkh! I loooove power play like this, not too humiliating nor degrading. I love your usuk porn but this one makes me a bit guilty because tomorrow is Ramadhan that means fasting so… no porn in broad daylight. Luckily it’s night right now, ha.

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For as long as he can remember, the world has been a lightless, colorless, mental blur of feeling and sense and sound and Arthur is relatively okay with this.

It’s just how the world is for him and he thinks, with some mirth, that other people are so used to their sight that they simply can’t understand it. And they can’t understand why he might find the darkness comforting in its own special little way, because he’s not afraid of the dark— his world is the dark.

He fancies he lives in the shadows and people tend to enjoy ignoring him, forcing their attention away from the blind omega with the black glasses and the thin cane and the big, cheerful golden retriever named Lolly who likes him well enough but always tenses up, her scent turning wary, at anyone looking at the two of them for too long.

Despite his own internal happiness, he knows society is less kind than his self-esteem and he realizes that he’s nineteen now, unmated, and that’s pretty significant because he’s not getting any younger but no one wants the mother of their children to be blind and on some level he understands the unnecessary fear even if it haunts him late into the night, when the lights are out but he can’t tell because he can’t see them he can only just feel that they stop emitting a subtle sort of heat.

He expects he’ll never have a mate, but he’s well enough on his own. His family saw him as a burden, so he moved out. They send him money and he accepts it without question, because he’s the broken little omega and they want to deny that he exists.

But at least he has Lolly and so he thinks he’s okay.

Yet even that, it seems, is fleeting.

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Why oh why, am I awake this late? and why oh why did I click your tumblr and read this, this tearjerker with hopeful ending fic? #gross bawling #lack of self control

Filed under fanfiction US/UK snowyfoxpaws goddamn tearjerker!! noooo! yeeeeesss!