#change of plans

[samandcolbyownme]

Anything Sam! His all white outfit in his newest post has me in the feels

Warnings: hints at role playing, dry humping, dirty talk, kinda fluffy?

Enjoy!

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You stood in the bathroom, making sure the costume you bought on a whim, was perfect.

Your fingers shake as you fiddle with the clip of the suspenders, your eyes locked on the waist band of your short skirt.

You were silently mustering up enough courage to just do it. Even though you know for a fact Sam will absolutely love it, there’s just a part of you that’s just always anxious and a teeny bit self conscious, but that’s normal.

This time, you were using it to try and get out of going to dinner with friends. You both had a busy week and you know he needs you like you need him.

“Babe.” Sam yells from out in the bedroom, “We gotta leave in ten.”

“Okay, baby.” You return from behind the closed bathroom door. You knew the school girl aesthetic was a fantasy of Sam’s, you talked about it while doing a truth or drink episode, but behind the scenes, ya know.

You applied the second layer of your red lipstick and pressed them together as you leaned back. You pull up your white fishnet thigh high tights as you let out a slow sigh, “Okay.”

Reaching down with a shaky hand, you pull the door open and walk out. You stop right before you round the corner, “Sam.” You whine, “Do we have to go?”

You hear Sam chuckle from in the bedroom still, “I’m afraid so baby. Im so-“

His words stop as you round the corner and his jaw drops. Yours also drops in return, mainly to the all white outfit he had on.

He was glowing. You tilt your head, “Think this is enough to make you want to stay home?” Sam’s eyes continuously rake up and down your body, “Uh huh.”

You walk over do him, placing your hands on his shoulders and you sit him down, straddling his lap,

His hands rest on your waist before punches each suspender and sliding his hands up until he reaches your chin, “Such a naughty girl.”

You nod, whimpering out as your hands drag down over his shoulders, “Mhm.” He leans back, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.

“What are you doing?” You ask glancing from the phone in his hand to his face and he looks at you as he places the phone to his ear.

A smirk rest on his lips as he presses down onto the back of your waist and you bite your lip. You slowly start to grind down onto him as he answer the phone, “Yo, Colby. Listen man..” Sam pauses and shifts his hips forward, eyes still on yours, “Y/n is sick, like it’s.. just bad.”

You lay a hand on your mouth to stifle your laughter and Sam sighs, “So yeah.” He lays back and bucks his hips for you to continue grinding down on him, “We won’t be there tonight. No I know.”

Sam closes his eyes, biting down on his lip, trying to keep his composure as you grind harder, “It.. sucks. Y/n was looking forward to going, too. I just feel for her you know?”

You move back slightly, undoing his pants slowly and he bites down on his lip, “Yeah. That would be nice, bro. Thanks.”

You’re just about to free Sam’s cock from his boxers when you feel a hand on your wrist. You look up and Sam pulls you back into his lap, “Not following rules, I see.”

You smile and shrug, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Mr. Golbach.”

Sam smirks, “Continuing to lie even after she was caught in the act.” He hums lowly and slips his hands under your skirt to show the rest of your ass, “Looks like you need a punishment.”

He rolls you over, laying you on your back and his lips find yours. You lean your head back slightly, “Wait.” You laugh slightly, “I thought I was gonna get to be on top?”

Sam gently presses a few kisses to your exposed chest area and looks up at you, “Change of plans, sweetheart.”

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Thanks for reading! As always, let me know how you liked it. Ilysm! 🖤

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[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 3-Manga

"You should take her to that café on Fifth Ave." Jon declared, "She loves sweets and they serve a variety of tea there. It's perfect!"

"Marinette, remember to be courteous of his diet." Kagami spoke, "Don't go anywhere there are few options."

"I think Damian is picking the place this time so that won't be a problem." Marinette replied.

"Is that seriously what you're wearing?" Jon shouted.

"What is wrong with my outfit?" Damian questioned.

"Oh, nothing." Jon snarled, "It's just your usual suit. It's a date, Damian! You're not going to a gala; dress down, like if we were going somewhere."

Damian rolled his eyes and walked back into his closet.

"I have the perfect outfit for you!" Adrien shouted, pulling out the viral strawberry dress, "It's perfect!"

"Adrien, I really don't think-" Mari began to refuse.

"It's spring. You look great in pink and as a designer can you really refuse?" he countered.

Marinette sighed and grabbed the dress.

"Make sure you wear your red bow heels." he shouted.

"What?" Marinette yelled, "No way!"

"Are you going to wear your converse and clash." Adrien smirked.

Mari growled and went back into her room.

"Hurry up!" he called back, "I'm doing your hair and make up, too."

Marinette couldn't help but feel utterly ridiculous right now.

'How did I let Adrien talk me into dressing up like this? I feel so stupid right now!'

Marinette smiled, embarrassed, as she waved to Damian.

'Jon, I'm going to kill you.'

Damian took in Marinette's appearance and felt completely underdressed. She was wearing a short pink dress with flowing sleeves with strawberries and Jon had convinced him to come in jeans! Marinette was wearing heels; she never wear heels! Damian was already thinking which piece of kryptonite he was going to use to kill his best friend with.

Marinette looked around the tiny café. It was definetely something new. They had never eaten there before. She could see stands her family used for cupcakes, but these had.....sandwiches?

Damian gulped as she looked around. She seemed excited.

'Maybe Jon was right; I'll just maim him.'

'I never thought Damian would like these kind of things. This place reminds me of the galas he always complains about. He told me he hated finger food so why are we here? Did I say something to make him think I would like this? Is this because I told him I want jalapenos on the veggie pizza last time?'

"I apologize for being underdressed, Marinette." Damian spoke.

"Are you kidding?" Marinette questioned, "I feel overdressed. Adrien suggested this outfit."

"Jon suggested mine." he admitted.

Marinete giggled, "What else did Jon suggest?"

"Coming here." Damian admitted.

"Seriously?" Marinette asked, "How about we split a veggie pizza? I'm buying."

Damian stood up quickly and rushed to pay. Marinette just giggled at his urgency.

'I knew he didn't like this place.'

"So, did Agreste suggest the hair, too?" he questioned, looking at her hair in space buns.

"Yeah." Mari spoke, " He insisted. He said something about wanting to style my hair like this for awhile and how he needed it to be long enough."

"That I don't mind." Damian stated, "Although, I'm sure you are eager to get out of those heels."

As Damian drove them over to her apartment, Marinette texted Adrien and Kagami. She lied and said the date had been a disaster and she was at home. The moment they arrived, Damian texted Jon saying there had been an accident at the café and he desperately needed a change of clothes. He told him they had gone to her place as it was closer to the café.

Damian quickly hid in her room and Marinette sat on the couch facing the door. She buried her face in her hands as she heard footsteps pounding the hallways like a stampede. Her front door was thrown open.

"What happened?" Adrien shouted.

"I have my blade!" Kagami cried, holding it up in the air.

Almost instantly, Jon barreled into them shouting, "I have clothes!"

"Ow." Adrien winced, "Jon?"

"Who is he?" the fencer demanded.

They turned to Marinette for answers, only to see her glaring at them. They hadn't even heard her get up from the couch.

"Sit down; now!" she demanded.

Jon had never seen Marinette pissed off, but Adrien had.

'Not good!'

Adrien quickly grabbed Kagami's arm and pulled her to sit down where Mari had been. Jon wasn't sure what was going on, but he rushed to sit next to the others.

"You can come out now." Mari called out and Damian walked out.

"Hey!" Jon whined, "You said-"

Damian grabbed the clothes out of his friends arms and went back to his girlfriend's room.

"All three of you made this date a disaster." Marinette claimed.

"But-"

"We didn't know where we were going so we were dressed horribly." Marinette stated, "As a fashion designer that is a huge no in my books. While I don't mind Damian dressed casual, it would be fine if we were going to the mall, the movies, or a shopping date. I'm wearing a $200 dress that you insisted I wear."

"But you look so cute!" Adrien defended himself.

"I'm in heels, Adrien!" Mari shouted back.

Kagami even looked at him, like he lost his mind.

"You had us go to a tea shop." she spoke, pointing to Jon.

"Damian likes tea and you like sweets." Jon shrugged. Kagami sighed, "She grew up in a bakery. She bakes all the time. Marinette probably has five different types of bread or sweets in her kitchen, right now."

"While it's great you thought of both of us, they have specials on certain days. They were serving roast beef sandwiches today." Marinette explained.

"Oh." Jon whispered, sinking lower into his seat, praying that Batcow would forgive him.

Damian walked out of the room and took Marinette's spot as she walked into her room.

"Where did you get these ideas?" Damian demanded.

"Manga." they all answered.

Marinette walked out of her room in a new change of clothes. She kept her hair down, but was red crop top and black short. She had even traded in red heels for some white converse high tops.

"So?" Mari questioned.

"Manga." Damian answered.

Marinette facepalmed, "Swap mangas or something, but next time you want to give advice, make sure everyone has read it. Also, make sure you all agree with it."

Kagami pouted, "So, I don't need my blade, right now."

"No, Kagami." Mari responded.

"Fine." the fencer replied, sheathing it away.

"I'm sorry, Mari." Adrien spoke first.

"I'm sorry, Damian." Jon declared, " I was only trying to help."

"As was I." Kagami stated.

Mari smiled and grabbed Damian's hand, " Alright, well, now that that is over with; let's go."

"Where are you going?" Kagami questioned.

"We're gonna go on a pizza date." Marinette answered.

Damian spoke, "We are picking it up and then heading to my place to watch movies."

"It sounds boring." Huffs Adrien.

Mari stuck out her tongue at him and turned back to her boyfriend, "It sounds perfect."

The trio of friends pouted as all their hard work went to waste.

'Weirdos.'

As the couple walked out of Marinette's apartment, the three new friends began to go over what manga they had fixated on for the date and others they had read.

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[aleburton]

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@fuckzachariah

Ryan’s sudden gesture of comfort towards Eden caught Alex off guard, a subtle indication that perhaps their facade hadn’t been as convincing as they had hoped. Confusion knit her perfectly groomed brows, her lips betraying a hint of awkwardness. She glanced at Zach, seeking confirmation that he too was surprised by it. Apparently, their reunion might have been more unsettling to others than they had anticipated. Though wildly unnecessary, it seemed to bring Eden relief, easing her apprehension about their complicated arrangement, if only for a fleeting moment. In every conceivable universe, the reunion of the four of them would always carry an air of peculiarity. This feeling was further compounded by the introduction of two new characters into the mix, with Alex adorning one of their rings on her delicate finger. Yet, amidst the complexities, they chose to embrace the moment, allowing themselves to immerse in the illusion and savor it. Eden’s arms encircled her, drawing her close into a cocoon of warmth. The familiar fragrance of her perfume mingled with the sweet scent of candy-flavored liquor, enveloping Alex’s senses as she nestled her face into Eden’s blonde curls. “My perfect little angel,” Alex murmured, bringing about a soft laugh as she tried to gently remove herself. “I really need that in writing somewhere,” she teased, only to be caught in another embrace as a second pair of arms wrapped around them tightly. Ryan’s dramatic sigh accompanied the rhythmic rocking motion, eliciting louder laughter and a playful protest from Alex. “Okay, okay! That’s enough! Get off!” she managed to gasp between giggles.

Ryan was the first to release her, his departure marked by a wet kiss planted on her forehead, his fingers lingering there as if to press it into her skin. Alex opened her mouth to question his behavior, ready to ask what the hell was wrong with him, but the moment slipped away before she could. She knew him well enough to anticipate a litany of reasons behind his odd antics, reasons she’d likely never have time to fully explore. Yet, despite his quirks, she adored him for it. As Alex began to recompose herself on the couch, meticulously rearranging every strand of hair back into its rightful place, Kylie seamlessly filled the void, spilling over the back of the couch to claim the space Ryan had vacated. She began to offer an explanation for her sudden disappearance and her inclination to leave the party altogether, causing Zach’s demeanor to shift, his expression mirroring disappointment as if abruptly awakened from a pleasant dream. She leaned in, whispering something into his ear, a gesture that seemed to burst Alex’s own bubble of anticipation. Feeling a pang of resignation, she pressed her lips together, her gaze dropping to the floor in a moment of utter acceptance. “Aw, man. We were just getting started,” Ryan remarked, rising from his comfortable spot on the floor to his full height. Eden gently reminded him, “Ry, you started several hours ago,” her fingers intertwining tightly with her friend’s in a silent display of solidarity. Alex lifted her eyes, surprised to find Zach’s lingering fixedly upon her for perhaps a second too long. Sensing the unspoken tension, Eden stated at Zach, silently urging him to make his exit. When he eventually announced his departure, Alex nodded softly in acknowledgment. “Have a good night, guys. Congratulations again, Kylie,” she offered politely. -- As Alex and Drew stumbled into their hotel suite, their lips locked in a fervent embrace, they barely made it past the hallway before her dress began to slip down, revealing the sumptuous curves of her body. Earlier that evening, he had made some thoughtless accusations about her at Angelo King’s party, insinuating that she had become too uptight and forgotten how to enjoy herself. Despite being thrust into the role of a poised and proper fiancée, Alex had a past filled with excitement and spontaneity, long before Drew came into her life. The life typical of a privileged nepotism baby, one filled with moments that would surely make him blush, unaware that his beloved Alexandra was capable of such. This also encompassed her intimate encounters, particularly with his newly acquired prized client, Zach Winthrop. Their interactions had left her feeling unsettled, grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. She found herself lacking clarity on her own feelings, and if anything, the situation only worsened her inner turmoil. Zach seemed to pervade every corner of her mind, occupying her thoughts incessantly. The countless fantasies she had entertained about him and the myriad desires she harbored seemed endless, leaving her desperate to purge him from her system.

Drew became the unwitting recipient of her pent-up frustration. Alex could barely contain herself, eagerly guiding him towards the bedroom. With each layer of clothing shed, revealing his impeccably chiseled physique, not a single tattoo adorned his skin. Previously, she had been satisfied with their sex life, never entertaining comparisons between him and Zach. The experiences were vastly different, and to even consider such a comparison would inevitably lead to disappointment. However, despite her satisfaction with him, there were certain boundaries she hesitated to cross, fearing that pushing those limits would only serve as a reminder of her past encounters and ultimately leave her unfulfilled. With Zach’s return igniting a longing she no longer had the option to soothe with him, Alex wondered if Drew would quell her yearning instead. As he lowered her onto the bed, she melted into the luxurious embrace of the heavenly duvet. In no time, he found his rhythm, his movements becoming more urgent as he thrust his hips forward, filling her completely. Alex’s hand found his, guiding it between the tight chasm of her breasts and up toward her throat. As Alex closed his fingers tightly around her hand, Drew hesitated. “Harder,” she whispered softly, her plea hanging in the air. Reluctantly, Andrew complied, but as she asked again and then once more, his reluctance grew. “Alex, I don’t want to hurt you,” he voiced his concern, lifting his hand to examine the reddened imprints left on her skin. The next morning, as the dawn broke over Los Angeles, Alex left for home in the city. She felt desperate to escape the suffocating grip of nostalgia that threatened to engulf her. -- Nearly three weeks had passed since the infamous afterparty hosted by Angelo King, during which Zach and Drew had struck a verbal agreement to officially sign him as an artist at the Label. The physical distance between Alex and Zach had been a welcomed reprieve, diminishing the frequency of her thoughts about him. She slipped back into her routine with ease, content to fulfill her role as only Drew’s fiancée. It reminded her why she had left Los Angeles in the first place and how challenging the memories could be for her well-being. Doubts began to gnaw at Alex about their impending move, a sentiment she kept to herself. Drew’s excitement about having a home base near the company’s headquarters and the opportunity to focus on Zach’s new album fueled his enthusiasm, and she didn’t want to dampen his spirits. In an effort to protect herself, Alex made the conscious decision to maintain the distance between herself and Zach. This meant politely declining invitations to events where he might be present, as well as avoiding gatherings with their mutual friends. She didn’t trust herself around him, and the prospect of tearing everything down around them for her own desires was unbearable. Perhaps, she mused, he would be grateful for her absence, considering how challenging it had been for him to be around her, around Drew, around them together.

On the other hand, Drew had become increasingly eager to move forward with their plans. He pressed her to make decisions about their future, including selecting a new home from the properties they had recently viewed and suggested that they return to Los Angeles to see them in person. Keeping her presence in town a secret, Alex had hoped to make her trip a brief one. She knew that Andrew would be preoccupied with various business matters, but hadn’t provided much detail about his schedule, so when he suggested she visit him at his new office before they headed out to tour the last home on their list, she didn’t think much of it. Excitement coursed through Alex as she stepped into the new office, eager to witness Drew’s vision brought to life and to meet the new faces of his West Coast team. Passing through the glass doors, she was promptly greeted by a receptionist, a young woman around her own age. Rising from her seat, the petite brunette extended her hand towards Alex with a warm smile. “Miss Burton, I’m Gracie. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Mr. Dupree is in Recording Studio #3. I can take you there if you’d like.” Alex returned the smile, feeling a sense of gratitude for the warm welcome. “That would be great, thank you,” she replied, nodding appreciatively as she smoothed down the ends of her skirt in anticipation.

[itshoneywhatever]

Change of plans 👀

This is my second lestappen fic, it includes secret relationship, a pregnancy and in the future a few announcements 👀

Here’s a sneak peek:

Change of Plans — Lestappen — ABO with Mpreg

After days of feeling incredibly nauseous, Charles finally wakes up just in time to throw up everything he had been able to tolerate the day before.

He can no longer deny what these symptoms are telling him.

Once he is done emptying his stomach on the toilet bowl, he moves back to his bed to lay down and rest for a bit. He has enough sense to text Andrea a simple ‘I need your help’ and what he needs him to do. They are in Abu Dhabi for the last race of the 2023 Formula 1 season, and he has been ignoring for days, weeks even, a few symptoms that by themselves don’t really amount to anything out of the ordinary but when added up together… well. And he can’t ignore the sickness. Not when it’s the most well known symptom.

He’s dozing off back to sleep when his hotel room’s door is open and a frantic looking Andrea comes in, holding a plastic bag.

“Care to tell me why you had me buy a pregnancy test at 9 in the morning in a foreign country?”

“Did you get it?” He asks, getting out of bed quickly to try and grab the bag from the other omega but he holds it back, out of Charles’ reach.

“Tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell!”

Andrea gives him an extremely pointed look, as if to say I have pregnancy tests in my possession and I bought them because you asked me to, so clearly there’s something to tell.

Charles sighs. “Andrea, please.”

Andrea stares at him for a few more seconds, until he decides to give the younger man a break. “I bought four different brands, just to be safe.” He hands over the bag, and Charles grabs it, throwing a quick grazie over his shoulder as he makes his way into the bathroom.

Once he’s done, Charles doesn’t want to wait inside the bathroom for the results to show up, instead he puts a timer on his phone and steps outside, Andrea still standing where he left him.

“So?”

“No results yet.”

“Are you willing to talk now?” Charles simply nods. “What makes you think you’re pregnant?”

Out of all the questions he knows Andrea wants to ask, he didn’t think he would start there, but Charles recognizes it as the olive branch that it is and he gladly takes it. So he calmly explains every single symptom he has been feeling for the past few weeks, how he is more tired than he normally would be by the end of the season, how certain exercise lead to some mild cramping in his lower abdomen, how some food he usually like now smell unappealing to him, the nausea that started earlier in the weeks and how now he had woken up throwing up.

Whatever else Andrea wanted to ask at that moment gets cut off by the sound of Charles’ alarm, alerting them that five minutes have already passed and all the tests should reveal an answer.

“Are you ready?”

Charles isn’t ready, not one bit, but he has to know.

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Let me know your thoughts!! 💞

[joemerl]

Summary: After Duncan and Gwen's betrayal, Courtney tries to make them jealous by flirting with the person she believes will hurt them the most: Cody. Things spin off in an unexpected direction from there.

In this chapter, we see how everyone's doing after the events of "Greece's Pieces." (Terribly. They're all doing terribly.)

Word count: 3,154

I guess I forgot to post the prologue here? But yeah—any longtime readers or just normal people interested in Cody/Courtney, I'm uploaded an edited version of this fic onto AO3. Hopefully will update every week or two, and eventually, y'know, finish after more than a decade.

[samandcolbyownme]

changes of plans pls

Changes of plans pls

Changes of plans pls

Changes of plans pls

Changes of plans pls

ITS IN THE WORKS I PROMISE

[palaciosworks]

"Change of Plans" page 4: Home free?

Previous page

[littlecarnet]

I'm thinking instead of camping, that I visit my father's parents instead. I haven't visited them since March, and they're always asking when I'll come back to stay for a few days, they have lots of room on their ranch. Plus it'll be nice to practice my Navajo/Apache with them. I haven't been consistent on that, and it's hard to sound out words without hearing them first (I'm an auditory learner). I'm sure they'd be proud either way that I'm learning my native tongue.

I'm sure they'd love to meet Lucky too. They love cats, and have quite a few barn cats they took in. And at the same time, I can attend a private ceremony for the summer harvest, it's family and the native community only, so I'll probably see my cousins there too!

[creatorgator-arts]

Change of plans!

So, about the Sonic drawing section list, I decided that the upcoming one will be the last one for the year. At this point, I'm a little frustrated. It's always like, "Oh, I can do this" or "Oh, I can do that," but I either don't end up doing the thing for real or don't finish it. It's a little confusing but it's how I explain it. So, I'm going to pause the list after I upload the final art post of the year. My deepest apologies, guys. :(

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Change of Plans

Bad news guys. I have big plans today, plus I am further more exhausted. Plus today is Christmas Eve, and I need break. So, I hope you all don’t mind but Episode #3 of Solar Opposites: Unleashed will be released tomorrow on Christmas Day. I hope some of you guys don’t mind. I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas Eve. See you later.

[just-call-mefr1es]

Okay, so I should’ve probably thought this over last night when I posted the fuckijg announcement, but I think I need to set the drawing ur hcs thing to next week.

I didn’t realize/forgot how busy I was this week, so yeah, truly sorry for anyone who wanted to/sent a headcanon. If you did, I’ll probably have it drawn out by next week, again, sorry for the inconvenience and next time I’ll take a proper look at my schedule

Once again, very sorry about this😭😭

[boomsinpershots]

Started on the onshape making all maps and I just remember why I hated onshape. I’m still doing the challenge that will take me years but doing it in Minecraft because 1. I’ll get color instead of just blue and white and 2. Is because I can get help from my friends and it’s more fun on Minecraft

[brodtsumi]

permission to take tablet out to get ice cream?

Sure, but she will most likely consider bringing Tsumi as well for ice cream. She sees it will benefit him more than it would for her.

Also she doesn't really need to eat anything so she'll just give her ice cream away.

[antigerrymanderingspiderman]

i love autism (i started crying becuase i thought i was having mac and cheese for dinner, but my mom was short on time so she’s making something else)