nerd-dress

Otabek is so fucking cute. He’s looking at Yuri as if he as the fucking galaxies in his eyes even though the Cat Son is literally scarfing down food, talking with his mouth open and ready to stuff even more food in.

It’s like Victor looking at drunk and blubbering Yuuri all over again. 

AND OMG Otabek’s style? It’s so aesthetically WHOLESOME and cute! Ya thot that the cardigan-wearing Otabek was a one time thing? HA! No, this nerd just likes to dress elegantly. 

And ya, they’re likely in a restaurant given the plating of the food and the appearance of the table. So ya, they’re on yet another food date.

Two is better than one

(A/N): I NEEDED THIS IN MY LIFE DON’T JUDGE ME 

Summary: Literally just a supersoldier cuddles session after sex 

Warnings: suggestive themes, swearing, cute nerdy supersoldiers 


Originally posted by aestheticimagines

  You’re entire body shook in post orgasm bliss and the thought of moving at all almost made you tremble more.

   "You okay doll?“ Two warm hands cup your cheeks, a soft Brooklyn accent penetrated the fog in your head. 

  You weakly open one eye, staring at Bucky before you. He has this soft little smile to his lips and unlike you he’s perfectly composed, the only hint that he’d just had one of the greatest threesomes of his life came in the form of small beads of sweat on his brow. 

  "Come on (Y/N),” Bucky’s thumb swipes along your clammy cheek, his smile faltering just a bit. He was always worried after the three of you had sex, after all, it wasn’t easy to take such two large men at once, so Bucky was justified in his fears.  "You gotta answer me sweetheart,“ 

  "Yeah,” Your voice is hoarse, absolutely wrecked. “I’m okay, just-” You close your eye, searching for the perfect word to describe how you felt. Good, just overwhelmed? Absolutely blissful but already sore? 

  “I know,” Bucky gently presses his lips to your sweaty forehead, drawing a small noise of contentment from you. “I know how you feel. How about you Stevie? You okay back there?” Steve’s slightly sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder, his warm chest pressed to your back, his soft lips just barely grazing your skin as he breathes in deeper than usual. 

  “I’m good,” Steve smiles gently, his lips curling upwards in that smile both you and Bucky loved so much. 

  “Good. That’s good,” Bucky gently slides his hands from your face down to your arm, his fingers gently tracing along your flesh. “We should probably shower, change the sheets-" 

  "No,” You whine, a broken noise from the bottom of your throat. “Bucky I’m too tired,” Bucky hums contemplatively as he looks at you, giving you the impression that he was thinking about what you said but before you could realize he was faking it he had already whisked you up in your arms, laughing softly when you squealed in surprise.

   "Come on Stevie,“ Bucky offered his hand out to Steve, which he gladly took. Bucky then proceeded to guide both of you to the bathroom, the now much larger bathroom to met your every need; (Tony was sick of hearing the three of you whine constantly about how small your quarters were "Well you see, this tub wasn’t made for three people, much less to behemoths of men) A much larger tub and shower, bigger vanity, plenty of room for three people to share comfortably.

   Steve turns the water on, letting it warm up before he deems it worthy. Wordlessly Bucky slides into the shower with you still wrapped around him like a sloth.

   "You have to put your legs down (Y/N),” Bucky chuckles, his free hand now running up and down your spine soothingly. 

  “I don’t think I can move them…" 

  "Tire you that much, huh?” Steve chuckles as he joins too, his chest pressed against your back, his hands sliding down to your claves to gently unhook them from Bucky’s legs. “Sounds like you’re losing your touch," 

  "I am not,” You tilt your head backwards to glare at him. “You two are just fucking horny dogs who can go at it for hours,” Both men chuckle as they reach for something; Bucky the soap and Steve the hair products. Simultaneously both boys begin to pamper you, with Bucky covering your entire body in soap, his lips gently pressed to yours, and Steve rubbing the shampoo into your hair, his own lips pressed to your neck.

   The two keep at the whole pamper thing for quite some time, so long that the water began to run cold and even Bucky’s fingers were starting to shrivel up. 

  “I’ll go change the sheets, you two put some clothes on,” Bucky gives both of you a kiss before he hops out of the shower, grabbing a towel before exiting the steaming bathroom. 

  Steve smiles as you turn in his embrace, your legs wobbling as you face him. Wordlessly he picks you up, his muscles giving no strain at having to loft an actual human being. After successfully getting you out of the shower and onto the bathroom counter he grabs the remaining towels, wrapping one around his own waist and the other around your body. 

  “We’re so lucky,”  Steve whispers as he brushes some water sopped hair away from your face. “You’re so beautiful, so sweet, so perfect," 

  Steve was most definitely the sentimental one of the three of you, the one to constantly validate you and Bucky, to constantly go on rants about how lucky he was, It was always sweet.  

  "You’re pretty damn good yourself Steve,” You smile as you reach out, raking your nails through hair hair, delighting in the purrs of pleasure you were able to pull from his lips. “You’re so perfect for us, wouldn’t want anyone else, just you Stevie,” Steve smiles shyly, the praise sinking below his skin, making him blush like some schoolgirl. 

  “I thought I told you two nerds to get dressed,” Bucky pokes his head in the bathroom, smiling at the sight that greeted him, his two lovers touching each other tenderly, smiling at each other sweetly.

   "Sorry Buck,“ Steve chuckles as he grabs the clothes Bucky had laid out. "We’ll get right to that,”

   "Good. bed’s almost ready anyways,“ And with that Bucky leaves you two again, his footstep retreating back into your bedroom.

  Steve smiles as he let’s your towel fall to the floor, leaving your body bare before him, only now the sight of you naked wasn’t sexual, it was something else entirely. Even when Steve began to slide your underwear up your legs, his lips glued to your still trembling thighs as he assisted you in dressing, it wasn’t sexua, now it was more affectionate, more intimate. 

  Steve slides a large shirt over your small body, one of his that you and Bucky often borrowed. It smelled like Steve and Bucky, like safety and home, like detergent and Bucky’s shampoo, it smelled like Steve’s cologne and now it smelled like the lavender soap the boys had coated your body with. 

  You hum softly as Steve kisses your lips gently, his hands sliding down your waist as he let’s the shirt fall around your body, the material bunching around his wrists. He tasted like you and Bucky with just a hint of some kind of fruit. 

  "Get your clothes on you nerd,” You mumble against his lips, smiling when he more than reluctantly pulled back. 

  The man’s “clothes” consisted of a pair of boxers, as did Bucky’s but you didn’t mind in the slightest. The constant skin contact, the all around legs wrapped around yours, one chest pressed to yours, another pressed to your back, was simply heavenly. 

  “You need to drink something,” Steve adds as he eyes you, all the while worming the skintight boxers up his legs. “Your voice sounds wrecked,”

   "I feel wrecked,“ You chuckle gently just as your legs give another tremble; what perfect timing. "But in the best kind of way,” You add, noting the concern that immediately overtook Steve’s features at your words.

  “We could have been softer…" 

  "No Stevie,” You cup his cheeks, letting your thumbs caress his stubbled skin. “It was perfect, I promise you,” Steve hums as he leans into your touch, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your wrist. The small touch of affection had your heart skipping a beat, your lips curling upwards in a smile, your stomach blooming with a warm pleasant feeling.

  “As much as I love to look at you two,” Bucky interjects the sweet moment yet again, smiling at the two of you so lovingly it almost hurt. “The bed’s ready and I’m fucking beat,” Steve nods and he wordlessly picks you up, his arms comforting around you. One arm wraps around you securely, keeping you locked against his chest, while the other reached for Bucky’s hand, tugging him into the mass of warm bodies. 

  You hum sleepily, softly, as you nuzzle against Steve’s neck, breathing his scent in deeply. Warmth, safety, protection, love. 

  “I’m gonna set you down doll, so you’ve got let me go,” You nod as you slip your arms away from Steve’s neck, letting him gently place you down onto the fresh, clean sheets. 

   You hum once again as you nuzzle into the pillows, awaiting your two best boys to join you in bed. You didn’t have to wait long before Bucky was burrowing into you from the front and Steve nuzzling in from the back; Their warmth mingled with yours and suddenly everything felt okay. You felt like a three piece puzzle and now that all of you were interlocked so intimately the puzzle was complete.

   "You sure you’re okay (Y/N)?“ Bucky asks softly, his fingers dancing up your arm, stopping to tuck a strand of slowly drying hair behind your ear.  

  "I’m sure,” You nod, beaming up at him the best you can. 

  “Good.” Bucky states once again, his smile nearly infectious as he looked at you. “Now get some sleep Любовь моя, you need it,” You hum sleepily, appreciatively as Bucky kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for quite some time before he pulled back. “You too Stevie,” Bucky reaches over you, ruffling Steve’s hair affectionately. 

  “I was half asleep when you so rudely woke me up,” Steve cracks an eye open to glare at Bucky, his look playful but still less than thrilled. “Looks like I wore you both out,” Bucky smirks teasingly even if his eyes were dropping with sleep themselves. “Maybe you two are losing your touch,”

  “I am not,” Steve states indignantly, a sort of frown to his features. 

   "Hmm,we’ll just have to test that tomorrow morning then,“ Even though the three of you were so completely and utterly worn out the thought of yet another pleasure filled morning had your core aching to be filled and it may have been your imagination but you could have sworn Steve’s hip gave a little jerk against yours. 

  "But for now,” Bucky smiles softly, all mischievousness melting away immediately. “You two need sleep,”

   "So do you,“ You yawn, your eyes slipping closed and staying closed as you do.

   "I will,” Bucky whispers, his metal hand tracing circles into your shoulder, slowly soothing you into a deep sleep. “I will doll,” But you were far too gone to respond, your exhaustion taking over.

   "Love you Buck,“ You whisper, the only words you could manage at the time. "You too Stevie, love you two so much,” Both boys smile, sharing a sweet look with each other before allowing their own eyes to close, letting their own fatigue take over.

  “Love you (Y/N)," 

2

Relaxing off the clock, cause not everything in these two’s lives is about their janitorial jobs.

from a synchronous standpoint there’s no difference between turbo nerds who dress like this

and wine country horse dudes who dress like this

thanks for listening

anonymous asked:

I'm African American and I really want to do cosplay but sometimes I feel like I can't/shouldn't because of my skin tone. Do you have any advice as to what I should do or any African American cosplayers I can follow??

(( OOC: YOU SHOULD DO WHATEVER YOU’D LIKE TO DO!!!! XD

Everyone sees the characters differently. We’re all creating our own interpretations of fictional characters… our own storylines, our own head canons, our own looks, our own personalities. It’s just a bunch of make-believe. 

To sum it up, we’re a bunch of nerds playing dress up in our rooms. Don’t stress, just have fun with it. ;) 

As for awesome cosplayers to follow: 

@wallyscags-patronus
@highwaytothegrangerzone​ )) 

Sooo I’ve seen the trailers for the upcoming Villianous cartoon and fell in love with Dementia~ I just LOVE her character so much! So crazy and wild and so obviously a representation of every fangirl its just hilarious~

So what do I do? PUT HER IN A PRETTY DRESS THATS WHAT! Because I’m a nerd and like to dress people up

But I also ship these two hardcore so I’m happy. Hope you like it!

anonymous asked:

I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH BUT ESPECIALLY THE DRESSES POST AND JUST HUNK IN HIS DRESS IS AAAAAAA HE LOOKS SO HAPPY I CAN'T HANDLE IT AND THE DRESS IS SO RIGHT FOR HIM LIKE WOW, ALL OF THE DRESSES ARE PERFECT FOR THE CHARACTERS!!! sorry for the all caps i am just very excited about space nerds in dresses

Aww stop it you’re making him blush….. 

And honestly there needs to be more space nerds in dresses my friend. 

Dinner Date

Sharing a flat with Chloe Beale was an interesting experience.

With her work to occupy her, Beca was often found in her studio, like now, headphones clamped firmly over her ears and oblivious to the world.

Cue Chloe Beale.

The redhead burst into the room, knocking back the door with enough force to make Beca jump, even with her headphones on. Glaring at the redhead, she pulled them off and swiveled around to face the older woman. “Chloe. Can I help you?”

“Bec!” Chloe jumped onto the smaller girl’s lap, making Beca yelp and causing the chair to spin in lazy circles. “We have an hour and a half til we meet with your boss and I have no idea what i should wear.”

“What. A. Tragedy.” Beca deadpanned. “And speaking of wearing nice things, I don’t have time to iron this shirt again.”

Chloe pouted at her until Beca let her head fall back onto the chair. “I thought you bought that black dress for the dinner party.”

“You bought that dress,” Chloe reminded her. “Even though I told you not to.”

“You look good in it. And I like spoiling you.” Beca idly toyed with locks of Chloe’s fiery curls. “Why are you so opposed to it? There’s a dress, why not wear it?”

“Well….” Chloe bit her lip. “I was thinking maybe red?”

Beca thought about it, but shook her head. “Don’t do red, it takes from your hair. Too much of a strong color and all that jazz.”

Chloe grinned. “Didn’t know Beca Mitchell was an art nerd,” she teased, casually tossing an arm around Beca’s shoulders. The younger woman rolled her eyes despite the butterflies erupting in her stomach.

“Uh, no. Strictly an a capella nerd, thanks to you.” Chloe hummed, a small smile gracing her face. Beca blinked, her thoughts scattering. “You just, uh, you shouldn’t take away from it. You’re beautiful without the extra brightness. Go subtle. Black, or blue, play up the eyes. And then maybe red lipstick if you wanna play on color.”

Chloe grinned. “So you’re saying I’m beautiful.”

Beca’s cheeks turned red. Whoops. “Well I, uh, i mean – you are, okay? And I’ve been around you like six years now. I know what you look good in.”

“So you’ve been paying attention.”

Jesus. Okay, Mitchell, pull yourself together.

Beca cocked an eyebrow at the grinning redhead. “Well, duh, Beale. And you know what else I’ve noticed?” Her voice lowered and she smirked. “You look good on me.” And laughed when Chloe’s face colored. “And you call me easy. Go get dressed, you nerd. We have to go soon.”