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hanasnx · 2 months

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life in technicolor.

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.”

#indy: drabbles #ch: abed #abed nadir drabble #abed nadir smut #abed nadir x reader #abed nadir x fem reader #abed nadir x you #abed nadir x y/n #abed nadir imagine #abed nadir fic #abed nadir fanfic #abed nadir fanfiction #community smut #community x reader #community imagine #community fic #community fanfiction

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winslowl3ach · 10 months

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Intro

Name: Zach

Age: 16

Intrests: Homestuck, Phantom of the Paradise, Re-animator, Little shop of horrors, Music and Movies in general

Favorite book: Frankenstein or Homestuck

Favorite movie: Phantom of the Paradise

Favorite show: Community or Clone high

Kins: John Egbert and Sollux Captor from HS, Winslow Leach from POTP, Seymour Krelborn from LSOH, Herbert West from Re-animator, Abed Nadir from community, Abe Lincoln from CH

Extra: I have aspergers disorder and I am gay

#aspergers #homestuck #nbc community #little shop of horrors #phantom of the paradise #winslow leach #rocky horror picture show #seymour krelborn #abed nadir #thats it #clone high

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discotechque · 3 years

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but would you tell me if you want me?

pairing: abed nadir/m! reader word count: 1.3k rating: T requested: yes

im really sorry this took so long but i had no idea what to write and idk bc i love abed so much but here it is

Abed is aware of the natural progressions in a relationship ( he’s seen cookie cutter romances blasted through a projector ). It’s always meeting with witty banter or shy smiles which doesn’t correlate with anything he’s experienced. Anxious hands inching towards each other underneath a gingham table cloth and when he attempted it, it only resulted with scraping past wet gum. And casual kisses that appear to be monoliths within relationships.

Films make it seem so easy but those are characters who have people be paid to bring humanity to them. Lacking a certain complexity about the human psyche and varying reactions to unprompted actions. How do you kiss someone without needing to ask? Does asking enhance the experience? When is the right time to kiss someone? It’s a series of questions with no real answer and he’s uncertain if he’s willing to hear the truth.

He thinks that now is better than never but he would never purposely cross boundaries that have not been set. ( He didn’t meet you in a scripted manner, he would not want that. ) Yet, Jeff and Britta have already given him tips; Pierce has starting saying nonsensical things he tunes out; and Troy, Annie, and Shirley are the only ones who seem to understand the natural progression of dating.

Now is better than never. He’s never certain as to when now is.

He sits on the floor of his apartment, slowly watching you shift through his DVD collection. Pondering what you might pick before jumping into his arms again. It’s a domestic scene, one he might’ve missed if he waited. Now is better than never but a kiss is different than a date. It’s different wanting to see what his lips feel like pressed against yours.

“Are you fine with Corpse Bride again?” he doesn’t answer, instead watching as you sit back on the couch and adjust to fit in his arms. He was made to mold around your form. “Abed?”

He blinks. Once then twice.

Nodding even though the question has fallen deaf against his ears. “Totally,”

“Awesome, cause I was worried you were gonna get bored watching this movie again and I was thinking of Kauffman but that just gets you tired. So maybe comfort was a nice go to, y’know?”

Abed doesn’t know, he just watches you ramble about things and enjoys the haven he finds within the action. Knowing what makes him tick and reminding him of it. A saccharine feeling settling within the scene. He loves it, he loves what you do, he loves you.

He rushes in as he catches your wide eyed stare. A yelp leaving you as his forehead bumps against yours and his nose pokes your cheek. “Ack!” The sound leaves you both as you nurse surface level wounds that will wear off within minutes. He’s quick to cover his face, find solace in the darkness so he does not have to spare another thought to this onslaught of embarrassment.

“Abed?” you softly ask but he does not move his shield of fingers until your gently pull them down.

He watched you, he could watch you forever and never be bored by the prospect. Yet, it is not the time for romantic idles that will only keep him stalling from the truth. He tried his hand at unprompted gestures that only failed. Abed Nadir is swearing off from impulsivity ( an unlikely promise ).

“Did you want to kiss me?” you inquire and the soft grin that tugs on your lips only furthers the small pot of humiliation harboring at his stomach. You are a complex being, one he did not imagine and plays along with his endless ideas ( so many that are questionable but you still stay ).

“You could’ve just asked.”

You say as if its the most obvious thing in the world. It is, but he does not want to accept it.

“I—” Abed wants to protest but his lips fail to form any retort that could be reasonable. “I thought this would be more romantic like Pretty Woman.”

He thought romance was chronological. That there’s a right timing as to when moves can be brought out and what would make his boyfriend less upset. However, divine timing seems fictional at the moment.

“Wasn’t Julia Roberts a prostitute in that?” you question, smile only seeming to grow by the second. Ignoring his plight, instead trying a joke to help seal his hurt. You know him like the stars do the moon.

He retorts, “Do prostitutes not deserve romance?”

Your lips purse in thought, only pretending. A small huff leaving him as you do. He wouldn’t trade moments like these for some so formulaic and scripted. ( You’re real and all he’s ever wanted. ) The smile soon returns your lips with a firm nod.

“Very astute observation, Mister Nadir. I think that deserves a real kiss.”

Slowly, you lean in. Unleashing any prior tension as your fingers brush past his face and your mouth finds his. He doesn’t know what you taste like, a bit like toothpaste and chocolate that sit right upon his tongue as it glides along your bottom lip. Everything about this is new and untimed.

It’s the best kiss he’s ever had, he realizes after you lean back. His fingers loosely pressing into your waist as you still caress his face. ( His whole life in his hands. )

“We should do that again sometime,” he adds after and presses another peck to the corner of your mouth.

#during pride month ?!?!#i started this in june but its july now so its not pride month anymore #homophobia did not exist in 2009 sorry historians #jeff and britta r the worst at dating and would give the worst advice to abed #‘member him and rachel … oh abed is a good man indeed #ch: abed nadir #abed nadir x reader #abed nadir imagines #abed nadir imagine #abed nadir #julianscribbles #community x reader #community imagine #community imagines #tv: community #male reader

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tamiettitami · 3 years

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hey, guess what? i’m participating in @trobedzone’s trobed week over on AO3! go check it out if you’re interested in doing so <3

also, i know i took a bit of an unconventional approach for today’s prompt, but i hope it still falls within the challenge parameters

#karyssa writes #trobed week #trobed week 2021 #community #abed nadir #troy barnes #trobed #abed x troy #troy x abed #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #tv: community #ch: abed nadir #ch: troy barnes #otp: am i good-looking?

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achillesunly · 2 years

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THINGS YOU NEED TO REALIZE

Ok scientific shit right here. Buckle up let's go for a demonstration like ones you never had since high school.

At the end of our beloved epidemiology, we see in the 'added' end scene (usually goofy) that Chang sent a voice message to Troy to tell him he banged Chirley. Right

But.

In the 12th episode without a (new) or (maintimeline) discovery of the message,- that would imply everything or most thing that happens in goofy end scene isn't linked to canon- Troy carries on with this information which will have heavy consequences. Anyway.

This proves that the goofy scenes are not (all) just for fun, all airy and threw like that but also canon. And . Yeah that's important , so I'll let that sink in for a moment.

Canon

Good?

All right. Let's get to the point.

Thus, it proves that when at the end of another ep with trobed reenacting kickpuncher movie, -you know where this is going- when they say Let's film the sex scene, then

It happened too

Canon

They banged

Canon

With cams (!)

Canon

And while roleplaying oh my god it keeps getting worse

Canon

What kinda kinky shit is that!?

Canon shit

That's what it is

Canon

I'm sorry I'm broken

Canon

Eh knee ways, I don't know what to do with that information, and its all for today folks, hope you have taken notes there will be a test next week.

Peace out.

I'm pretty sure I did a crisscross demonstration and my maths teacher would probably be proud, Frank Bird if you see this no you don't

I know i might be stretching it but. Like. Hey. I mean! They mightve really banged guys what. Like. Theres a HUGE PROBABILITY. What do we do if it's real. It's, logically canon, like logically speaking. I mean maths? Up! They re so dedicated to their lovely nerdy shit ( I mean Abed broke up with Britta FOR TROY WHILE bEiNg TROY that's the level we start with guys) so thas possible

I don't know I need to talk about it but at the same time?? They are sunshines and literal cuties no such things as gross as carnal dirty pleasure are supposed to happen to either of them.. what does that make them?? FUCK BUDDIES????!!?...Guess Britta wasn't the firs- OKAY I'm getting off the rail i... it's just...How are we supposed to feel, react?????????? Help? Send help?? Send Dean as lady gaga that would help.

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restedachespare · 3 years

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i tried and tried again. don’t ask. i don’t wanna talk ab it. pt. 1

#ch. grace le domas. / i want a divorce.#ch. eddie kaspbrak. / beep beep motherfucker!#ch. nadine franklin. / i’m going to have to spend the rest of my life with myself.#ch. kenzi malikov. / i’m a collector of rare wallets.#ch. luke patterson. / i want that connection with everybody.#ch. reggie peters. / when she says deep dish is she talking about pizza or?#ch. sally reed. / i just feel like i have more to bring to the table than breakfast.#ch. abed nadir. / cool. cool cool cool.#ch. eleanor shelstrop. / are you forking kidding me?#ch. max. / i refuse to believe someone as happy as you could possibly exist.

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restedache-a · 3 years

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tag drop #1. the characters p. 1

#ch. grace le domas. / i want a divorce.#ch. eddie kaspbrak. / beep beep motherfucker!#ch. nadine franklin. / i’m going to have to spend the rest of my life with myself.#ch. kenzi malikov. / i’m a collector of rare wallets.#ch. luke patterson. / i want that connection with everybody.#ch. reggie peters. / when she says deep dish is she talking about pizza or?#ch. alex mercer. / don’t tell me how to ghost!#ch. sally reed. / i just feel like i have more to bring to the table than breakfast.#ch. abed nadir. / cool. cool cool cool.#ch. eleanor shelstrop. / are you forking kidding me?#ch. jj maybank. / stupid things have good outcomes all the time.

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readandwritesilver · 3 years

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Ship(s): troy barnes/abed nadir

Word count: 1361 [ch 6/6]

Summary:

The end of an era, a glimpse into a new one, and a tupperware of cookies.

#troy barnes #abed nadir #trobed #community #emsapk #ben writes

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niall2017 · 4 years

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June 2020 Masterlist

💫 1. Honey and the Bee p8 - bucky barnes x reader @chrevastan

🕶 2. Honey and the Bee p9 - bucky barnes x reader

💫 3. My, Oh, My: p1 - bucky barnes x reader @propertyofpoeandbucky

🕶 4. I’m Not Jealous! - spencer reid x reader @naomiiiiiiiiiii04

💫 5. Secret Girlfriend - abed nadir x reader @annies-pretty-young

🕶 6. Lookalikes - spencer reid x reader @agxnt-of-chaos

💫 7. Loki’s Secret - loki x reader @plus-size-reader

🕶 8. Soulmate - loki x reader @innaminitus

💫 9. Dares & Coffee Dates - bucky barnes x reader @moonstruckbucky

🕶 10. you - steve rogers x reader @marvelous-avengers

💫 11. Notice Me - derek morgan x reader @spencerthepipecleaner

🕶 12. panacea - bucky barnes x reader @cxptain

💫 13. You’re Making a Mess - chris evans x reader @angel-cap

🕶 14. knuckles - tom holland x reader @spider-babes

💫 15. Moral of the story - tom holland x reader @blissfulparker

🕶 16. The Proposal(s) (Attempt #1) - steve rogers x reader @imaginationintowords

💫 17. xoxo, - 9 - bucky barnes x reader, scott lang x reader @buckysmischief

🕶 18. it’s a date - bucky barnes x reader @idle-writer

💫 19. The Proposal(s) (Attempt #2) - steve rogers x reader @imaginationintowords

🕶 20. The Proposal(s) (Attempt #3) - steve rogers x reader @imaginationintowords

💫 21. Annus Mirabilis ~ Father’s Day - peter parker x reader @londonspidey

🕶 22. The White Blossom - loki x reader @waiting4inspiration

💫 23. Your Protector - bucky barnes x reader @buckys-broody-muffin

🕶 24. Mac asks the reader to move in with him - macgyver x reader @make-me-imagine

💫 25. Modern Love: Ch. 2) What do you meme - bucky barnes x reader @talesofsadhuman

🕶 26. Period Pains - peter parker x reader @imagine-lovebug

💫 27. Most Wanted 1/8

🕶 28. Most Wanted 2/8

💫 29. Most Wanted 3/8

🕶 30. Most Wanted 4/8 - bucky barnes x reader @sgtjbuccky

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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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hanasnx · 2 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

ABED NADIR who knows your specific mannerisms as well as you know his. He knows what to avoid and what not to say. He knows you can’t touch particular fabrics, that you have to use certain mugs for assigned purposes, and most of all he’s memorized your safe foods just as you have his. When he makes you meals he never supplements anything, never uses the brand names you haven’t okayed, and would never divulge from the instructions you gave him. Anything can change the taste of your safe food, down to how long he cooks it, and that means a meal is wasted when you can’t eat it. He doesn’t hand you things, if he wants to be left alone he’ll put together something for you to do while he’s busy, and so much of your relationship with him is unspoken.

You nudge him with a pop-tart still in its wrapper or a sealed bottle and he’ll open it for you. If you seek regulation in physical comfort he’ll stand while you cling onto him, only stepping back when he’s overwhelmed, or sometimes when he’s feeling secure he’ll stroke a hand on your back while you get it out of your system.

Even during sex he’s careful about fluids. Sensory issues span past clothes and fabrics and textures, you have a hard time with anything sticky. Pre-cum and spit and squirt are all confined to your pussy or your mouth unless you say otherwise. Occasionally you’ve been known to want to be coated in the evidence of sex, but oftentimes the feeling of wet mixing with the cold breeze of the A/C disagrees with you. You’re prone to overstimulation, so Abed accounts for that. He operates similarly with fluids anyway, he likes to keep them where they should be.

#autistic!reader #indy: drabbles #ch: abed #abed nadir drabble #abed nadir x reader #abed nadir x fem reader #abed nadir fluff #abed nadir x you #abed nadir x y/n #abed nadir imagine #abed nadir fanfiction #community x reader #community fic #community fanfiction #abed nadir smut #community smut

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hanasnx · 6 months

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-ˏ͛ ꒷꒰ misc. ⿻ m.list ꒷ˏ͛-

MINORS DNI 18+ ༄

"Green, green thunder and the loud, loud rain / Lead our woes asunder / 'Neath the proud, proud veins." — Purity Ring. (2011). Lofticries.

彡 ch: indiana jones 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ nothing but trouble

smut ¡! ❞

✩ temple of doom

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彡 ch: brian o'conner 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ prompt #13

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✩ nonverbal

彡 ch: the great protector 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

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✩ a call to you

彡 ch: jake peralta 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ moves

彡 ch: abed nadir 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smut ¡! ❞

✩ life in technicolor

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ too bad i forget

other ¡! ❞

✩ autistic!reader

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── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

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hanasnx · 2 months

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mmmmmm thinking abt how much abed loves boobs

loved this anon. i bet he sucks on them while he’s doing something else too. playing his nintendo switch while your nip is in his mouth and he’s completely quiet and content.

you catch him staring at your cleavage a lot, especially when you’re braless and your hard nips are poking through the shirt.

he tells you he likes the way they look when you’re wearing his favorite bra and low neckline. i bet he likes titty fucking, pushing your tits together while he squeezes that pretty dick through ‘em. those wide eyes feed on the sight

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon #ch: abed #abed nadir prompt #abed nadir smut

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hanasnx · 2 months

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i have a pitch: abed and creampies ,,, what’re we thinking

you sent this in days ago when i started mentioning abed and i want you to know i appreciate you so so much. and i mulled this one over while i watched community bcos i so badly wanted to indulge you in this, but after pondering, i cant say he would care about creampies. i don’t think he’s for/anti

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon #ch: abed #abed nadir prompt

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discotechque · 3 years

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till my hand shook with the way I fear

pairing: abed nadir/nby! reader word count: 1.6k rating: T

me and abed have neurodivergent solidarity and for that, we would be besties. also the mc in this is specifically non-binary so whatever.

There's clear haze that settles over the bar, that's the first thing Abed realizes once he settles into the space. It's dim, like most bars are and he assumes that's the charm of places like these. Jeff and Britta are adults ( he is too but he's overlooked and therefore his opinion is mute ) so he follows their guidance. Watching from afar, observing their inebriated choices while downing another shot.

He doesn’t get the point of alcohol, much less bars, and it seems the whole point is to get pleasure after an initial sting. A sharp weight that lays in the back of one's throat before elation rips through you. Bourbon burns through him with too much consequence, gin coats his mouth with a bitter tang, and wine falls flat on his tongue.

Maybe it's his upbringing, he's never witnessed his father take a sip to this day, or the pressure that rushes to his frame when he's offered a drink. Abed understands the appeal of bars, it does not mean he shares the same sentiments to them. They're noisy little backend places where melancholic characters come to waste away their sorrows, typically finding pathetic people who drool over glass rims.

However, he is not pathetic ( even if his oldest friend is rounding his seventies and community college all seemed like a folly ) and he had never been overtly dripping with melancholy. So he stood by the small arcade game in the corner, unbothered and safe, until someone offered kindness.

And he takes miles of that even if all they've given was an inch because even if he isn't pathetic or melancholic, he is greedy. He likes eyes being on him because he has so many thought he wants to share with one mouth that can only do so much. Abed is not dumb, he knows what the man wants and how his friendly touches are slowly rising above his knee.

He knows what the man wants and isn't surprise at his outburst once learning that the feelings isn't reciprocated. There's streams of Mint Julep dripping from his jaw and lashes, softly mumbling about his love for Farscape before having it degraded. Abed knows he deserves it and was warned by Annie that people are sensitive ( but he is not held by the bounds of common decency or empathy no matter how hard he tries to keep his mouth shut. )

Then, he remembers the man's proposition ( the only reason someone would be interested in him ). He isn't familiar with being viewed as a sexual object and men weren't unwelcome in his eyes. Gay? Is he gay? Maybe something that exists within the unorthodox box that is sexual realization? The questions sound so foreign even within the echo chamber of his mind.

He's in a dingy bar celebrating his best friend's birthday, this is not a time for the sexual exploration of his subconscious ( although he saves the thought because he considers if not now then when ). The drink is seeping within his clothes, it's going to stick if he doesn't move. He needs to fucking move.

And he does, swiftly pulling himself away from the chair and heading towards the bathroom. Wherever that is, Shirley said it was in the far back and Annie said fair left. Yet, she meticulous as ever so what if she always assume her left is everyone's true left and Shirley is vague with her directions but it doesn't even seem to be enjoying her time here at all.

He's not enjoying it either if he's honest. His loose shit now sticks to his chest and he knows it would make sopping sounds if the man's glass was any larger. Jeff brought them here to celebrate because they're all adults and Troy deserves to have a birthday party in style but if all Jeff and Britta do it bicker, doesn't that make them children themselves? And if he shares his companionship with them, does that make him and all the others children by association?

He's going nowhere with this train of though, this he knows but it can't ever seem to stop. His brain becomes a leaky faucet that can never be screwed back just right so it drips and drips just like the alcohol does along his jaw and lashes. Abed wants to go home but he's with his friends and it's his best friend's party and it'd be so rude of him to leave so soon. At least, that's what Annie tells him.

( Parties were far and few between when he was younger and even then, he cannot replace family functions for beings that truly care for him. )

But then he remembers you, nursing an iced tea in the corner because you are not interested in bestowing wisdom onto Troy that you do not have or participating in anybody's shenanigans. Bars are where people come to hook up or fuck up, you proclaimed on the car ride here, there's no in between.

Then he hears it, bursting against his ears as a smile splits across your face, a discotheque pop song that might be pleasant if it wasn't so overwhelming. His hand involuntarily taps against his thigh in tune with the rhythm. It helps sort out the sensations, the noise is different than the bland flavoring of water, and he knows what's what but it all feels the same in his mind.

Abed's eyelids shut, another involuntary tick he can never seem to shake, and his hand has created it's own beat. Rapid and rushed with no real rhyme or reason except for the fact that it's something that will tug his mind away from everything. ( It's the same thing he does when he's at the edge of a rollercoaster, it makes him safe. ) If everyone else can sway to a rhythm, why can't he?

"Hey," an unexpected voice softly call out to him ( tenderness within this group almost borders on unnatural ). Abed slowly opens his eyes to see you, you call out to him. He feels his hands move away from his pants, tangled within your fingers instead as you gaze at him with earnest. "five things you can see?"

Your hands feel polished, no—plush. He's afraid that if his thumbs press too hard, he'll begin to meld into your being. That's a great idea for a movie, he thinks and he knows you've been his muse from time to time. Maybe it means something, he's not willing to deep any deeper.

His eyes scan the room for a brief second before he rattles off, "The wooden floors, the bartender, the door, the chair behind you, and Annie still trying to be a Texan."

Her accent still lingers within her mind, poor acting for someone so involved a role they've assigned for themselves. The though nearly amuses him but he's getting off track, he needs to focus on you. On the way your hands gently rub over his knuckles and needs to ignore this growing pit within his stomach on whatever that insinuates.

"Four things you can feel?"

"My feet against my shoes, my jeans against my legs, how hot my ears are, your hands."

You don't let go even after he's mentioned it, instead he receives a squeeze that sounds throughout his body. A continuous cycle the runs on until you ask him for something he can taste, he doesn't know what lingers within the crevices of his mouth. ( He'd want it to be you and licks his lips without a second thought. ) Yet, settles on the answer Mint Julep.

Something about thinking this way must be wrong, he shouldn't want to keep holding your fingers or gaze into your fervent irises. He shouldn't be attracted to someone like you and shouldn't be searching for so many reason on why he has to tear himself away from your presence. Still, shouldn't doesn't stop him from doing so.

Maybe his hands have melted into yours, it'd be a good excuse on why he can't bring himself to let go. The song changes again, how long has he been in this small little world with you?

"Hey, it's Mazzy Star, this fucks so hard." he's heard of this before, maybe you've shared it with him. It's less grating on his ears, smooth melodies being shifted on strings, and he watches you sway from the corner of his eye.

( He likes to be watched but something about you commands all his attention. )

Still shifting from foot to foot, you turn to him with a far more lax expression. Both shifting into familiarity as you ask, "You wanna sit down?"

"Not really," he shoots back suddenly but you're not perturbed at his fast response reflex. However, his heart sinks as the next words tumble from his lips. "but we can stand here and sway?"

You don't pull your hand away from his, instead, pressing into his fingers as you ponder a reply. Perhaps you think this isn't real as much as he presumes you'll humiliate him for even asking. But you don't and another smile splits down your features, large than the last one he saw from across the room.

"Of course, Abed Nadir has a genius idea. Let's do it."

You don't move him from this space you've cultivated with him. Instead, wrapping arms around his neck as he places them on your waist ( he never went to prom but this is better than any teenage fantasy ). Moving side to side, never shifting around in a circle but rather awkwardly figuring out a steady pace while his stares becoming fonder while the night grows.

Abed still doesn't get the point of bars but he can figure it out the next time he's here with you.

#abed can be a little bisexual ... as a treat #anyways in this episode abed never says he straight so i am legally allowed for him to have a crisis after a drink is thrown on him #yes i picked the episode where pierce is just stuck at the door and no one gives a fuck about him #i know in 2010 nonbinary probably wasnt a popular term but im using it here bc i dont care #i don't know how much i liked this but i think it was kinda cute #julianscribbles #ch: abed nadir #abed nadir #abed nadir x reader #community x reader #abed nadir imagine #community imagine #abed nadir imagines #community imagines #nonbinary #nonbinary reader #tv: community

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