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hanasnx · 2 months
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life in technicolor.
MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: not edited mb | f!reader | sex tape | sexual content | established relationship | riding. NOTES: dedicated to @murdrdocs. credit for the cam idea
ABED NADIR had rented out that clunky camera from the film department ages ago. It sits in his living room precariously balanced on a stack of books on a shelf, and you cannot stop staring at it. It draws you in like a moth to flame, constantly staring into its lens. One part of you is paranoid it’s recording because it’s like Abed to leave it on to capture life as it exists, and the other part secretly daydreams he left it on to capture something else. Regardless of any fantasies, you know he wouldn’t just leave it on on purpose, right?
You chew your lower lip as you watch it and wonder what it would be like if he’d planned to make a movie with you. One without inhibitions or clothes. That kind of spontaneity isn’t within his peripheral, but you still hold out hope.
“What are you looking at?” his question snaps you out of your stupor, jumping in place before meeting his expectant gaze. The noises of the movie playing come into focus as your mouth parts only to expel silence. “You were looking over there so I just thought there was something to look at.” Abed answers your hesitance as if he anticipated your confusion, gesturing with a finger in the direction of the camera while his hand is still wrapped around the spoon in his cereal bowl.
“Oh!” you exclaim, glancing between him and the lens, shaking your head. “It’s nothing.” Uncomfortably, you shift in your seat, stuffing your clasped hands between your thighs. He notes that with a twitch to his brow. “I was just staring off into space.”
He continues to test the waters, adjusting the point of his finger towards the TV, “Is the movie boring?”
“Mm-mm.” You press your lips together and shake your head again. When you sigh, you visibly relax, sinking into his couch.
“You’re doing that thing you do.”
You hum in inquiry, frowning at him.
“The deflection.” He’s not a stranger to getting lost in thought, but you sure do get lost the most when you’re watching that camera. Regardless of his inexperience in the physical intimacy facet of a relationship, he knows how to read people, and he certainly knows what cameras are used for. He recognizes that flush in your cheeks. “You wanna try it out?”
At first he kept experimenting, showing you the buttons to press, demonstrating how to hold it, observing your reactions. You aren’t interested in being a film major, he knows that, but now that you’ve learned how to use it, who’s to decide what you’ll use it on? It’s easy to deduce where it’s headed, and it gets real dirty real fast.
“Point it down- between us.” Those breathless words send shivers down your spine, especially because he’s usually so silent when he’s inside you. You do as he says, recording where your bodies conjoin: his ruts up into you, your hole swallowing him up, the ring of cream forming at his base. It’s not often he gets to indulge you in the physical side of sensuality, this is his way of appeasing you. He’ll trim it up, edit it, make it pretty, and let you have a copy of the sex tape he has a hand in making right now. He doesn’t mind, his face isn’t in it anyway. Nobody’ll know it’s his tan dick fucking your insides. “I like you… like this.” he confesses, and a grin stretches onto your lips when you feel his hands squeeze your hips.
“You mean when I’m on top?”
“Yes,” he grunts, and a sting shoots through your abdomen. “I like what you look like. You look really pretty. Up there.” Broken phrases are interrupted by his sounds of effort, lithe body bucking into you as you struggle to keep the camera steady.
“Do I feel good?” you whisper, and Abed’s head tilts back. It defines his adam’s apple, and if this camera wasn’t in your way you’d lean down to lick it.
Your question does not go unheeded for he knows intimately how important verbal praise is to you, so he tries to be vocal. This is for you. He sucks in a breath, “Yes. Yes, very.”
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lesbianwithchainsaws · 3 months
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Finally wrote a trobed reunion fic myself!! This one first focuses on Troy while he's out at sea and then him coming back!
Also thank you again to @rohza-is-a-bit-gay for beta reading this for me! I appreciate it a lot!!
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r3medialch8os · 2 months
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this fic is dope AND legit. 
eeehhhh....just kidding. it is mostly just sad. with a lot of projection. ALAS, i have been having an interesting time living life, which makes me write.
have fun reading guyz *_*
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ieatadoptmepets · 1 year
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you're gonna look me dead in the eyes and tell me no one has written a danny pudi x reader fic? that there's only 4 fics in ao3 containing danny pudi as a tagged character at all? and none of them are even involving a reader? that half of them are just porn fics of weird kinks of donald glover x gillian jacobs? you're going to look me in the eye and say I'm the only one out here simping for mr pudi himself? we're already in a shortage of abed reader fics, and there's none of danny pudi??? shame on y'all
my maladaptive daydreams are a great source of fanfic but come on I'm not writing that...
at least not fully intended to post
but come on my daydreams are a constant crossover episode with at least 3 different fandoms at once and they're not always the most popular to begin with let alone mixed together but honestly it'd be fun to make a self insert fic combining all the fandoms I'm in
it's almost 5am thank u for listening to my rant about the lack of danny pudi
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milogoestogreendale · 5 months
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what happens when i inevitably pop up with trans!abed trobed smut. what then
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vivitalks · 6 months
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"Good morning," he tells Troy at the kitchen counter. "I'm studying the human condition, so I'm going to be in love with you for the next few days."
"Um, Abed?" Annie chimes in uncertainly from the table. "I don't think you can just decide that."
"Being in love is a pattern of behavior," Abed says. "I think. Only immersive study can confirm. Hence, my research."
"Okay," Troy says. "Should I be in love with you too?"
Abed thinks on it. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."
There's a clunk from behind them. Annie's forehead has made contact with the tabletop.
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trobeds · 7 months
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studies in post-apocalyptic love confessions
troy barnes/abed nadir. 4.8k. canon compliant. s02 e6 | epidemiology.
The elephant in the room is this: Troy loves Abed, more than he could ever realize till they all nearly died to ABBA Gold and the Dean’s voice memos. Troy loves Abed, and he bites his tongue instead of saying the words. “I don’t know,” I love you. A beat. // or: troy and abed during epidemiology. homosexualism ensues.
shoutout to @stars-and-bats for beta reading!! hiiii esme thank u so much i appreciate it sm <3
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yoyomarules · 9 months
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further discourse on secret-keeping
(Troy x Abed, Community, rated G)
After puppet therapy, Abed points out a plot hole.
‘You couldn’t have started the Greendale Fire of ’03,’ Abed says, from Troy’s bedroom doorway.
Troy whips round to face him. ‘What? Yes, I could’ve!’ he protests. ‘And I did!’
Abed shakes his head. ‘In 2003 you’d have turned fourteen. You told me every year from when you were eight to when you were sixteen, you and your family visited your dad’s sister in Dallas for the last two weeks in June. The Greendale Fire started June 23rd. You’d have been in the middle of a cutthroat feud over an oil dynasty, or realizing you dreamed the whole last season.’
‘I don’t think Dallas is exactly like Dallas.’
‘You couldn’t’ve started the fire,’ Abed presses. ‘Why would you make up that you did?’
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hydra-collector · 24 days
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out here writing community fanfic in 2024? you bet
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just to put you guys on rly quick
this is the best trobed fic i’ve ever read
it’s just so sweet and perfect
itsbeep is a very good writer <3 idk if they have tumblr but i love them
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Community Masterlist
Abed Nadir
Abed Nadir and the Friend of a Friend one shot
Summary: Abed has a crush on Britta's best friend. He remembers all too well what happened with Lukka, however, and finds himself torn on what to do now that the tables might be turned. Everything comes to a head when Britta brings (Y/N) to a study group session.
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hanasnx · 2 months
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too bad i forget.
MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: takes place during s2e2 where annie, abed, and troy break into a lawyers office | not sure how i feel about this bcos it was stuck in my head and i felt like i was trying to fit too many things in but whatevs
“You guys!” you exclaim, stamping your foot in frustration. “I’m the smartest one in the group and all I’ve been used for is bait and distraction.” With each angry bounce in place—conveying your mini temper tantrum as you complain—you hadn’t realized your chest rippled from the impacts of your stomps until their eyes drifted and remained there. Both Troy and ABED NADIR watch your curves move under the thin material of your form-fitting dress, and you scoff in offense. Your arms cross over, veiling your cleavage and breaking their trance. Finally, they meet your gaze as you frown at them. It’s humiliating enough to be looked at like a piece of meat, but you would’ve never expected that behavior from Abed.
A little later, it furthers still when you lift a box of files to prop open the door. Your little heels don’t stay under you when you crouch, sliding to a sit on the floor with your legs folded out on either side of you, and your ass jiggles from your firm landing. Embarrassed, you squeak, and whirl your head around to face the boys, checking if they caught your blunder. Troy has his back turned, but Abed’s unabashedly watching. His eyes follow the deep arch of your back, how your ass fans out sat against the floor, your smooth legs tucked in a most exquisite way. It shocks you enough to idle as he tilts his head. Only when you scramble up, face hot and deeply colored, does Abed return to his task of searching the computer for evidence. Hastily, you dust off your outfit, and make sure it’s not exposing more than it already was. Briefly, you remember the way he scanned you, and you feel a disappointment you didn’t let that linger a little longer.
You and Abed aren’t a thing, but you know how upset he sounded when he heard Jeff had kissed you that night, after the dance. The big reveal right in that study room had him practically storm out after verbalizing Jeff’s blatant disregard for human decency. It was mortifying to say the least, you’d never seen Abed so upset. His voice had a subtle edge that you may have never noticed if you didn’t spend so much time with him. Additionally, there was that one time that Pierce had described you and Britta as—what he believed to be—your most identifying features: one of you was “flat-ass” and the other was “the one Abed wants to nail.” One million questions had flooded your head all of them having to do with the latter. Another time was pottery class, and you hadn’t realized it in the moment, but sculpting a defined phallic shape accidentally had caught the eye of both Abed and Jeff. Running your wet hands up and down the shaft of the clay had brought them both to pensive silence as they observed your graceful movements. All this evidence kept piling up to explain Abed’s strange behavior tonight, but you keep denying it.
You keep denying it right up until you can’t take it anymore, right up until you’re back at his place, straddling him. Your lips against his, you find him oddly stiff. The kiss itself isn’t unpleasant, but you can feel his hesitance. Or maybe he’s just nervous, manifesting in rigid movements. Nevertheless, you find it appealing. A guy who gets worked up kissing strikes your fancy because you’ve always imagined yourself as the one to take it slow. It’s refreshing that he’s beating you to it. Your dress is cascaded over his pelvis, and his head is propped up on the armrest of his couch. Sweetly, he’s returning your kiss the best of his ability, even parting your lips with his when he slips you a glimpse of tongue.
You pull away to speak, but he interrupts your path. “Did I not do it right?” he asks, but his tone is characteristically devoid of concern. Instead, it’s calculative, as if he’s been measuring your enjoyment inside his head and is surprised to have been incorrect just now.
“Oh, you’re doing fine.” you reply with a relieved grin, clutching onto the front of his shirt. “I just wanted to say…” You lean down, pecking his willing lips. “you could… you know, touch me a little.” Those hands of his have been faithfully laying atop your thighs this entire exchange, and he glances warily down at them. So you help him. “Like this.” You palm the backs of his hands and gently glide them along your body, riding up your dress as they come to sit at the space right above your ass. Searching his eyes, you can see a glint of enthusiasm pass through them, and then those curious hands invite themselves to take a generous grope of your backside, incidentally rutting your core against the crotch of his jeans. You exhale, disbelief mixed with pleasure, and you could predict he was gonna say he saw this move in a movie once. Didn’t give him the chance though, pressing your chest against his to recapture his lips.
Strangely forward, Abed experimentally rocks you. Shallow jostles back and forth which is not at all what you expected from him. It’s unnerving until a twang slips from his lips, “Gonna ride me like a cowgirl tonight, huh?”
It becomes clear. You can tell he’s getting nervous treading into unknown territory, and falling back on a reference you don’t understand playing a character you don’t know is a way to diffuse that. “This is not a movie, Abed.” you chide.
“Sorry.”
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Been having a difficult time trying to write out my longer fic ideas so I decided to try to write out something short, easy and sweet. So here's a new short trobed fic!
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r3medialch8os · 7 months
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this fic.
i included a lot of my own experiences from when i was in la, such as the academy museum which is actually the best place on earth. i also tried to portray how it feels to be far away from someone you love because, yeah. self-explanatory, me thinks. what i personally like about this one is how in the beginning, i allude to troy not seeing any of the study group individually, and then i included a heart-to-heart which each of them over the course of the fic. it was really fun to explore their dynamics and use the circumstance of abed being away to have troy come to an understanding of his feelings. also, jeff and britta are fucking. duh. it’s season 2. this is all you need to know. anyways, enough blabbing. read this if you please. it’s short and sweet. i enjoyed writing it. 
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celerylapel · 3 months
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Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Community (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Abed Nadir, Troy Barnes, Annie Edison, Britta Perry, Pavel Iwaszkiewicz Additional Tags: Choose Your Own Adventure, a day in the life of abed nadir, I'll add more chapters later Summary:
Abed goes about his day and makes various decisions and some decisions are made for him
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angelboybreakdowns · 11 months
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new chapter go read it :)
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