#a;tj

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“Glory Hole” (from Connor)

My muse is stuck in a wall, ankles tied and legs spread wide open. Send in “Glory Hole” for my muse’s reaction to yours caressing their thigh. Alternatively, send “+Glory Hole” for the reverse.

Fixing the old guest house in his grand father’s property, TJ managed to drip against a wall and get half of his body stuck in a hole that, normally, he could get off of. It’s true that he hadn’t do it since he was a child, but he didn’t think he had grown as much as to not fit on his secret spot.

Hours of being stuck, having using his phone-watch to call for help, he felt a hand caressing over his exposed thigh, feeling a sudden shiver run up his spine. “Dude… really?”

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‘ want me to stay? ’ for tj?

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fingers danced over the piano keys as he stood in little to no clothing, looking at bucky as he laid on the bed. “yes, i do. i haven’t said you should stay just for the sake of it, have i?”

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‘ you’re safe here. ’ for tj

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was he? there was a bottle of gin on his hand, almost fully down. he was sat over the table, legs crossed, lost stare around. “not from me,” tj pointed, shrugging, “maybe from the world.” the warm liquor downed through his throat burning him down before he put it down. it wasn’t that bad to drink, was it? the worst were the hard drugs, not that one, weren’t they?