#reply.

Sorry for the late reply! I really wanted to give this my best shot and I've had A Time Of It lately. I've tried to rec fics that I don't think have been rec'd as often or have under 500 kudos, just to increase the likelihood people haven't read a certain fic. All fics are complete.

A BOTTOM AMERICA FIC REC FOR THIRSTY, DESPERATE INDIVIDUALS (UKUS and RusAme ver.), a rec list.

If you're a patient soul and know how to read fic on the LJ kink meme, I highly recommend CROATOAN, a 53k story wherein Arthur has to rescue Alfred from the fae - at the end, the only way to protect Alfred is to take his virginity. This story is quite light on the sex in general, but it's a story I've remembered all the way from 2010, when I was first in fandom, and I don't see it recommended as much nowadays. Part 1 / Part 2; UKUS, minor Greece/Japan.

Infinity to One by jedishampoo | UKUS, E, 16k | England and America up the antes on their Halloween contest, and then another situation reaches a critical point as well. Present-day fic.

Precious Thing by alifeasvivid | UKUS, E, 11k, dub-con | The ship on which Alfred F Jones has served as lieutenant for the past two years has just been sunk by pirates. He is the only survivor and now prisoner of Captain Arthur Kirkland, a ruthless pirate who loves only one thing: gold. While Alfred is sure that there hadn't been any amount worth stealing on the ship, Arthur begs to differ.

Norikov's Self-Consistency Principle by Fandoms_Are_Life37 | UKUS, E, 17k | America has found himself in the year 1600 and face to face with England on his privateering vessel. Now what?

All You Can Eat by gummycola | UKUS, E, 2.6k | Arthur's jealous rage at Francis for taking a nibble out of Alfred is dissipating after their fight. Alfred has a problem with that. Third in the Vampire Arthur series.

Coupling, Parting by gummycola | UKUS, E, 3.4k | Prince Alfred is unhappy with his fiance, but not enough to resist a picnic and a chance to be alone with him.

Always. Somehow. by kujocujoh | UKUS, E, 9.1k | A storm forces America and England to share a hotel room. But America has planned this for years.

Weighing Pride Between Scales by DemonicPiano | UKUS, E, 26k | King Alfred's new Queen is a monster in both the streets and the sheets.

The Shape of Seconds by anon | UKUS, E | Kink meme fill, morning sex between England and America.

It's Called 'Special' by Myathewolfeh | UKUS, E, 4.3k | A jealous France decides to find out what makes England and America's relationship so special and gets a pleasant surprise.

Walking Distance by Orestiad | UKUS, E, 11k | Demon Arthur and soulmates and sex.

To Get Something Done, First You Need The Urge by anon | UKUS, E | “Okay… what’s this gonna do to me?” “Permanently? Nothing. In the short term? You may feel somewhat tired.” He smirked slightly. “But I would hope that is normally how you feel after I’ve had my way with you.”

Under the cut is Russia/America.

i wish i could tell you! my list got nuked and a lot of the titles are very specific and i dont remember them off the dome

i will say if youre looking for hentai artists that cater to a female audience and if you can manage to find them i recommend igedoaha, rororogi mogera, harumi niina, nao tamaki, jinmen shijimi, and aizawa anji. as w porn and kinks, your mileage may vary for the content.

it's genuinely hard for me to. think of anything you could do to make me happy. that you aren't already doing.. that isn't just me being greedy.

i might be able to think of something. maybe there are more ways that you can show off that i'm yours. i'd like that a lot. i want it to be obvious to everyone.

other than that.. time spent is all i can think of. if i could sometimes have you with me for a little longer.. i'm sure we can figure out something sometimes. but only if it doesn't keep you away from your boyfriends.

i guess there's one thing but.. i think it's out of reach for me. and i've accepted it.

Eyes glance down at the big canine at her feet, who looks up to her with a small huff and she looks to the other. Arms across her chest and she considers this offer. And she sighs, honestly she could do with the caps and it wasn't like she had anything else going for her right now.

"Alright. We can."

Ellie was no stranger to taking hits, hell in the past she would have bragged that she could take them like a man, but a lead pipe to the head multiple times was a time that she could admit defeat. At least this time, despite the blood running down her face, she had only chipped her tooth. "You know what Joel? That sounds awesome." She mumbled, eyes remaining closed to fight the swimming room. "You got him right? Like I'm not gonna open my eyes to your ass stabbed... right?" The worry was obvious in her voice, but all she could do was keep her lunch down.

"Yeah -- I got him." That was .... something of an understatement. That same said lead pipe dropped with a dull thunk onto the floor next to what was left of the guy's head; calling the sight reminiscent of a poorly attempt at one of those junior high 'drop the egg off the roof' experiments was being ... generous. Joel twisted his fingers against the dark cloth of his jeans in an attempt to get the worst of the blood and bits off of his hands as he closed the distance to where Ellie was collapsed on the floor.

sender discovers receiver trying to take care of their own wound very badly.

This was not how this was supposed to go. Sure. Life above ground had proved challenging. Dangerous. Chaotic. Disorganized. All of the things that life hadn't been before she'd stepped one booted foot after the other into the neverending sand outside the Vault door.

It had been slightly terrifying. And dizzying. And confusing. Frustrating, even.

But she thought she'd finally almost gotten the hang of it.

She'd been wrong.

The creatures that had swarmed up out of the sand pits had come out of nowhere, and she didn't even know what they were called to curse them -- after she'd killed them. They hadn't gone without a fight though, and she had been more than a little dismayed to find herself staring at a gaping hole in her vault suit; and the skin and flesh beneath it. The gashes were uneven and the ends of the wound jagged, seeping, and she couldn't keep her eyes in focus, or her hands from shaking as she struggled to pinch rent skin together enough to try and staple it closed. Awareness and clear thinking had left the room.