#nyo!usuk

[nalidyne]

Nyotalia-fied Halloween too 👻

[hariible]

Good morrow, mine esteemed companion, I do humbly beseech thee, with all due reverence and mirth of heart: prithee, grant unto me thy cherished headcanons of Nyo!USUK. Let not thy wisdom nor thy fancy be withheld, for my spirit doth yearn to hear of such tales and imaginings most fair. I remain, in patience and great anticipation.

this is a joke, ok, but I do wanna hear ur nyo!usuk headcanons ☹️

i apologize for this i have literally not thought about them in years, way too preoccupied with the angst surrounding my boys. usuk yuri is wholesome and joyful. i can't think of it otherwise.

[undeadwestcoast]

Selfie with filter

Day 4: Nyotalia

@usukweek

[cinemairon]

NyoUsUk Kamikaze Girls crossover

Dedicated to my dear friend @usk241 who recommended this movie

[pabro-picasso]

heyyyooo finally got around to these requests lol

im never drawing victorian skirts again 🙃

[keepingthetheme]

Hear me out, but Nyo!UsUk w/ Calamity Jane setting

Nyo!America = Calamity

Nyo!England = Katie Brown

But they're lesbians instead of fighting over men

[alifeasvivid]

Trouble You Wanna Get Into, part 2/?; nyo!usuk burlesque au

This is a continuation of this (link).

the song that goes with this one is Trouble by Parlov Stelar feat. Nikki Williams (which, incidentally, is also one of the songs I associate with Alfred in Thief of Spades)

Rating: M Warnings: Amelia’s dirty mind, alcohol Summary: Alice has been at the club for a few weeks. She continues to be just out of Amelia’s reach.

Amelia doesn’t have to ask the punk rock bartender what she thought of the number, but that sure as shit’s not gonna stop her from doing it anyway. Alice is fun, even if she doesn’t know it. The previous bartenders were boys and they were fun too, but like brothers.

Alice has been at the club for a couple weeks now and Amelia has learned that underneath her severe bun, her severe boots, and her punk attitude is a sinfully slender figure and behind her pragmatic spectacles, Alice’s green eyes glow with a fire perfectly well-contained; a fire that speaks to perfect, delicious self-control.

Amelia is nothing more than a moth to a flame.

Covered once more in her black hoodie and pants, Amelia perches herself on her usual seat at the bar.

Alice sends her drink down with a casual flick of her wrist, but doesn’t look at her.

Perfect.

“Hey Alice,” she coos. “You see me dance?”

This earns an eyebrow raise. “The whole club saw you dance, Amelia. Is that not the point of a burlesque show?”

Oh, the way she says every syllable of Amelia’s name, all terse and proper. “Oooo grouchy,” Amelia teases. She sips her drink. She casually swivels herself side to side on the barstool. “‘saw you watchin’ me though,” she says softly, loud enough for Alice to hear. Amelia hasn’t felt anything beyond the normal thrill of performing and doing what she loves when dancing in a long time, but with Alice’s eyes on her, it became suddenly, incredibly erotic again.

Amelia rubs her thighs together and licks her lips, remembering the very interested and attentive expressions on Alice’s face.

Alice levels her with a dark grin. “I was told being able to watch was one of the perks of this job. It’s just a little window shopping, Trouble, don’t read too much into it.” 

Oh, Amelia loves that nickname. She’s pleased that Alice is getting into the game now. “My bad, I just don’t normally see you drooling when you ‘window shop’ unless it’s me on display,” she retorts with a casual shrug and starts twirling a strand of hair around her finger. 

Rather than deny anything, Alice slides over and leans across the bar far enough to almost touch her nose to Amelia’s. “I’m hardly to blame for that when you’re so bloody gorgeous, love.” God, that accent.

The fire sparks and Amelia is close enough to feel it. Before Alice can escape, Amelia kisses her, quickly, just enough to leave a red imprint on the bartender’s lips. 

In what is probably meant to be retaliation, Alice snatches Amelia’s rum and coke and downs all of it one gulp, but it just makes the well-contained flame in her eyes burn brighter. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” she says, but she doesn’t attempt to wipe Amelia’s lipstick off. 

Amelia’s attention turns toward the number on stage which is currently about halfway through. Yes, as a matter of fact she does have somewhere to be. “Guess so,” she shrugs. “You gonna be, hm” she smirks, “drooling when I get back?” She’s sure as hell not trying to be subtle. Not when her every nerve is tingling in anticipation and her heart is threatening to beat straight out of her chest just at the thought Alice’s eyes on her. Only her.

Of course, Alice isn’t one to back down from a challenge like that. “What are you doing to do if I am, Trouble?”

A thrill shivers between her legs and races up Amelia’s spine. She has to get this woman into bed, it’s a matter of necessity at this point. She hops down from her barstool. “Easy. If I make a mess, I’ll have to clean it up. It just depends on how much ‘trouble’ you wanna get into…” 

Before Alice can reply or realize just how excited Amelia is, she dashes backstage; her face as red as a cherry. She takes a deep breath and prepares to give one of the best performances of her life.

[gremblim]

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