#gcdwilling

[khaleesiie]

my sweet angel @gcdwilling , based on . ♡

"your friend forgot these," manicured fingers held out the delicate pair of panties with disgust painted on her features. with a roll of honeyed hues, she drops it onto his lap, slender legs making their way towards the end of the couch. " maybe next time you could bring them somewhere else ? i mean, it's not like you can't afford a hotel. "

[vntageheart]

closed starter for @gcdwilling ft. peyton

"That's such bullshit! You promised you'd let me tattoo you." The words came out with playful indignation, but beneath them lingered something deeper—something unspoken. For Peyton, tattooing wasn’t just ink on skin. It was expression. It was connection. It was intimacy in its own right, a way to leave a piece of herself on someone else, especially when vulnerability didn’t always come easy outside the tangle of sheets. And right now, all she wanted was that—wanted to carve a piece of her artistry into him, to see her work etched onto his skin like a quiet declaration.

She tilted her head, the corner of her lips quirking as she watched him hesitate, the way his fingers toyed with the edge of his sleeve as if contemplating an escape. "Are you a chicken? Is that what it is?" Her tease was gentle, punctuated by a soft laugh, but there was a dare woven into it—an invitation for him to prove her wrong.

[ohmylcve]

closed starter for @gcdwilling !

“As I said, I’m going to be away for the weekend, so there’s no need for you to come…” he begins, adjusting his watch over his wrist. “But I’m definitely gonna need you when I come back. A lot. How’s your schedule?” he frowns, shaking his head. “You know what? If you can, drop everything you’ve got this week, and I’ll pay you twice the amount you’d earn in that time. If that’s not a problem, of course.” Xander lifts his gaze to meet hers.

[khaleesiie]

my sun & stars @gcdwilling , loosely based on . ♡

"what do you mean he's mine ? "

[khaleesiie]

" you're distracting me," not that she would usually complain, but this week was different. the files sprawled across the table weren’t going to organize themselves, and the clock was ticking closer to the pre trial meeting. her manicured hands trail down the curve of her stomach, a habit she's picked up a few months ago, but that has grown as much as her belly has, carrying her secret carefully beneath tailored blouses high waisted skirts. the baby was due in a couple of months, but no one in the office knew not really, maybe because part of her was still struggling with the reality of it all. "i promise , baby, i'm not hungry." / @gcdwilling .♡

[khaleesiie]

"she's finally asleep," exhaustion is clear on his features as long legs step into the living room, blue hues focusing on the familiar figure. but for the first time they've known each other, he doesn't have the need to throw a snarky remark at her. instead, his figure drops onto the couch, the fabric creaking under his weight as he lets out a heavy sigh. " we need to figure this out. i don't know what they were thinking but this — this is a terrible idea. " / @gcdwilling . ♡

[vntageheart]

closed starter for @gcdwilling ft. callan

Everything about them was tangled in complication—unspoken, forbidden, yet impossible to resist. She officially belonged to someone else, a commitment etched in words and vows, but reality told a different story. Their lips had a habit of finding each other, their hands lingering just a second too long, brushing together in fleeting touches designed to escape the public eye.

As much as he wanted her to leave—wanted to believe there was an easy way out—it was never that simple. Not when the person she was tied to was his best friend. His breath was uneven as he studied her, searching for an answer in the warmth of her gaze, in the way she leaned into him despite knowing they shouldn’t. His fingers traced a slow path along her cheek, the touch both tender and fractured with restraint.

"I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up, Eve," he whispered, the weight of defeat thick in his voice. It wasn’t a plea. It wasn’t an ultimatum. Just an aching truth neither of them could ignore.

[khaleesiie]

" well, next time you have something to say to me, grow a pair and say it to my fucking face instead of sending that little girlfriend of yours. " / my sun and stars @gcdwilling ♥