unwanted erection

🌈 j catches ty touching himself after show (starring virginal josh)

(for joshler requests i’m going to use the rainbow emoji because i love gay)

tyler was deep in the middle of a jerk off session with a large dildo in his ass. he tried just jerking it in the shower, but it wasn’t enough. he needed to lie down for this one. his boners after shows lately have been persistent as fuck. he figured if he left the dressing room early, he could have the whole bus to himself and properly take care of it. 

josh thought it was odd that tyler went back to the bus early without telling him, but he’s been acting kind of tense these days. especially after shows. he figured tyler needed time alone, but he wanted to talk to him and make sure that’s what it was first. he pressed the code on the bus and walked in, expecting to see tyler right away. he was worried when he didn’t. when he heard what sounded like tyler sobbing, an image quickly flashed in his mind of him hurting himself. 

oh shit, no, no, no josh thought in a panic. he ran towards the sound that was oddly coming from his own bunk. he quickly opened the privacy curtain without thinking to knock or say his name. he just wanted to see that tyler was okay and not hurting himself. well, he wasn’t quite hurting himself. 

“tyler! are you o…oh my god, i’m so sorry! shit, i’m so stupid. sorry”

josh apologized again when he found himself staring and shut the curtain. it took a few seconds for tyler to realize josh’s presence because he was so deep into the feeling. he was not expecting anyone for a while, but when he made eye contact, he was at a loss for words. in all the years of touring together, by some miracle, they had never caught each other in the act. 

“josh it’s ok. but dude, don’t you knock?!” tyler asked, trying to make the situation less awkward. 

“i thought you were hurt! you sounded like you were crying…oh my god. were you using a toy? i didn’t know you used those” josh asked through the curtain. tyler opened the curtain once he was finished tucking himself back into his briefs. now that the shock wore off, he was able to smile at josh’s innocence and the fact that he cared enough to check on him.

“yeah, wanna see it? it’s so much better with this. have you ever tried it?” tyler asked tentatively, regaining his confidence. josh stared at the object curiously and blushed, noticing the lube next to tyler’s bare thigh. 

“no, i’ve never umm…done that.” josh answered, sounding defeated. 

“never what? you’ve never masturbated?!” tyler replied, sounding incredibly surprised. 

“i mean…it’s okay if you haven’t, i just…that’s really impressive.” tyler added. josh’s eyes kept switching from the lube, to tyler’s disheveled appearance and his bare thighs. he’s seen tyler naked several times, but never in a sexual context. he felt flustered, and curious. 

“i’ve had wet dreams obviously, but i just never felt right doing it. the way i was taught i guess.” josh explained. he thought back to all the unwanted erections and haphazard grinding against stuff. 

“i know, man, but you just. you have to try it. would you mind if i showed you, or…” tyler stopped when he seen the nervous look on josh’s face. 

“ok” josh said after taking a deep breath. tyler leaned forward and placed his hands on josh’s hips, bringing him closer. he looked up at josh who nodded, encouraging tyler to continue. the attention was already causing josh’s cock to respond. tyler dragged the zipper of josh’s skinny jeans down carefully, then unbuttoned his pants before pulling them down his thighs. 

“those jeans look really good on you by the way. always thought you had sexy knees” tyler said to break the silence. 

“thanks!” josh said happily, forgetting his nerves. he gasped when tyler nuzzled against the bulge under his briefs and kissed it. he affectionately laced his fingers in tyler’s hair. tyler licked right where josh’s tip was through the fabric and josh made the deepest groan. 

“okay, joshie, ready?” tyler asked, and josh whispered a shy “yes”. tyler reached in and pulled his cock out while pulling his briefs down, holding him at the base. 

“wow, josh, wow” tyler marveled at the gorgeous cock in his hand. he’s seen josh naked before, but this was magnificent. his shaft was nice and thick, with a thick vein going up it, leading to the perfect mushroom head that was a deep shade of pink. he had to recollect himself to get back to his mission. 

“would you rather um sit, or lay down for this? i don’t think you should stand” tyler asked, having josh’s best interests in mind and ignoring the own aching bulge. 

“lay down. by the way, why were you in my bunk instead of yours?” josh asked. tyler scooted over for him, and gave a shy smile. 

“it has your scent, gets me in the mood faster. you should know i’ve had feelings for you for a while, josh.” tyler confessed, staring into his lap. josh paused before laying back to take tyler’s chin in his hand and kiss him. tyler gasped, lips parting in the process and josh slid his tongue inside. he’d wondered what kissing tyler would feel like, and it was even more magical than he’d imagined. tyler was a good kisser, drinking him in and caressing josh’s tongue with his. when they parted, tyler grinned and pushed josh’s chest, forcing him to lay back. 

“this is what i do, it feels really good” tyler said, squirting a generous dollop of lube onto his hand. he licked his lips, predatory as he wrapped his slick hand around josh’s erection and watched his expression. josh grunted, throwing his head back and his hips twitched as tyler stroked up and down his shaft slowly. 

“f-feels so good, ty” josh panted breathlessly. tyler gleamed, picking up speed with more confidence and josh’s hips bucked up into his fist. tyler felt josh’s erection growing impossibly hard in his hand, and he seemed to be on edge. he glanced between josh’s orgasmic expression and his cock, which was leaking quite a bit of precum from the tip. tyler could tell he was close, so he reached with the other hand to fondle his balls. 

“and when i’m ready to cum, i usually go faster and twist around the head like this. yes, keep fucking my hand, josh. just like that” tyler murmured, feasting on josh’s squirming body and pelvic movements. he seemed to be getting it, opening his thighs and inviting more touches. tyler didn’t want to venture into fingering his ass, or sucking his cock yet, deciding it’d be best to save that for another time. he was fairly new at this and sensitive, and boy was he missing out on a lot. 

“TYLER” josh yelled, throwing an arm over his eyes as tyler kept twisting and stroking his cock while playing with his balls. 

“yes baby, cum for me” tyler coaxed, cupping his hand over the head of josh’s cock. his hips jerked up as a few strong spurts of cum shot out into tyler’s hand and tyler stroked him through it. josh was shaking by the time he was finished, and tyler let go of his soft cock. he moved up to straddle josh’s stomach, pushing josh’s shirt up to his neck for a nice view of his torso. 

“watch” tyler whispered, taking josh’s handful of semen and spreading the hot, gooey liquid down his own shaft. it was also sort of sticky, but he wouldn’t last long anyway. he jerked off hot and heavy, moaning shamelessly. josh gazed in awe and amazement at the erotic seen before him. it felt incredibly intimate, feeling tyler’s thighs on either side of him clenching and retracting as he humped into his fist. he slid both hands up the backs of tyler’s thighs and rested on his ass, waiting for tyler’s cum. tyler growled, aiming his dick towards josh’s nipple and came all over his left pec. once he relaxed and stopped shaking, he crawled back down josh’s lap and leaned forward on his knees. josh kept his hands on tyler’s back, keeping him close. 

“so good, joshie” tyler cooed, finding his nipple with his tongue and lapping up at the cum on his chest. 

“mmm, i’m going to think of this when i try it” josh admitted, relishing in the hickies and bites tyler was spreading along his collarbone and neck. tyler laughed softly, reaching the sensitive area behind his ear. 

“please do that, and send me pics” tyler joked, kissing along josh’s jawline and finally making it to his lips. they made out and cuddled for hours until both fell asleep. neither thought of the consequences of being found in the same bunk together the next morning. 


The Woman

A dark winding trail
Through the dark forest
Between thy legs is my tail
My knuckles white, my face pale

The moons sporadic light
Shines down on a lady
Down the trail In my sight
Wearing a silk robe colored white

She’s floating in air
Fog begins to appear
She gives me an unwanted glare
Goosebumps erect my hair

Stopped in my tracks
She pulls me closer
I tense before she attacks
She says young boy, relax

Trembling in fear
I’m an angel sent from above
Is death for me near
Oh little one death is here

You’re in the afterlife
The Forest of the Dead
Peace is certainly rife
In the heavenly life

Viagra

Prompt: I got a wonderful prompt from @previouslyonfanwars but I decided not to answer through the ask because I want you guys to be surprised a little bit. The gist of it though is that this is set before 12x01, when Owen and Amelia are still friends. And someone takes Viagra instead of painkillers, because dammit interns. And that someone needs help. And I’ll let you all figure out the rest :D

P.S: In a way, I guess you could also forgive me for not updating Reason no. 2, yeah? Also, it’s not proofread because… I don’t know who to ask to beta these. So if there are volunteers for these, let me know. Lol.

Warning: Well, I mean really, the title. It’s not like I’m going to talk about the sanctity of anything with this.

He had asked for mefenamic acid. Panadol. Biogesic. Ponstan. He could list a thousand more common brand names and pharmaceutical terms to describe the medication, but this was just unbelievable. Even someone without much medical background could identify Panadol in a room full of pills. It wasn’t that hard, really. You told your doctor you had a headache, and he gave you a pain killer for it. Simple. (He could also think of a list of other things that could cause headaches on a person eventually leading to death, but that was a whole other ball game).

The point was that he could not, for the life of him, explain how Cross could have been able to mix up the prescriptions. It was as simple as picking up the right set of pills and handing them over to him. He knew the kid had a lot to learn, but he’d expected more than this.

I mean really, who confuses Panadol with Viagra, anyway?

So here he was hiding in the examination room, lying on the bed with an ice pack, trying to wait out the effects. And they had some serious effects, these things. Making sure that he had not overdosed after checking the labels on the tray, he figured he had around 4 hours to kill, 3 if the ice worked. The last time he’d had to remember how to get rid of an unwanted erection fast was way back during his residency days, and that was only to treat another patient. The process involved needles sticking onto his package, which he’d rather not do. The last time he had to kill an unfortunate erection for himself on the other hand… Well, let’s just say he hadn’t had the need to resort to needles for those to disappear.

Checking his phone, there was already another consult lined up. He’d only told Kepner he had an “emergency” and asked her to take over, but he couldn’t keep on delegating his work to her. Soon enough, things would get too busy in the pit, and she would need his help. Besides, this situation was getting more and more ridiculous the longer he stayed here hiding.

Taking a leap of faith, he finally threw out a message in a bottle out there to anyone who would answer his 911 page. This situation couldn’t get any worse, right?

Wrong. A couple minutes later, the door to the examination room opened.

“Someone paged 911?” Amelia asked, a little out of breath as she came in. She’d answered his page at a run, tablet still at hand with fresh scans from another consult. “Where’s the patient? How bad is it?”.

His face blanched. Of all the people in the whole damn hospital, it had to be her. He almost didn’t knot know what to do with himself – Hide? Make an excuse? Run? Make a crack on the floor so that the earth could swallow him whole? He desperately wanted the last option to come true. With almost ninja-speed, he turned himself over on to the other side, using his lab coat to cover some of the lower geographical areas.

“A-Amelia. Uh, w-what are you doing here?” he stammered out to her while facing the wall.

“There was a page, so I came,” she answered. Amelia tilted her head, slightly weirded out by the situation. “So what do we have here?”

If he could’ve hit himself over the head and given himself a concussion, he would’ve. At least that way, Amelia would have something else to examine that did not involve his genitalia. There were far more suitable circumstances in which he’d pictured her with his penis, and this was not one of them.

“Uh, nothing actually, false emergency!” he lied. This could not be more embarrassing if he tried. 

“Really? Owen…?” she asked, her tone now with a hint of worry. He could hear her steps as she came over to him and he practically jumped half a meter away from her.

“Don’t, Amelia. Stop!” he exclaimed, one hand holding his labcoat in a bizarre way, the other in front of him like she was about to butcher him with a knife. He tried to walk away from her as best he could without inflicting too much pain on his genital area, while she followed him around. 

“Owen, seriously, stop moving. What are you doing?” her face amused at the game he was playing. She was practically chasing him around the bed. Owen kept his lab coat up front all the while, allowing some space between the fabric and his proud erection, elluding her all over the room.

“Please don’t come any closer. Just… Stay there… Please?” he begged her, flinching at the fact that the effort he was making while standing up was making his member much more unconmfortable.

Looking down at his awkward stance, Amelia’s face brightened up in realization. “You’re the patient!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, I am the patient.”

“Hah!” Amelia blurted out in triumph at figuring it out. “I knew it! Okay then, Mr. Hunt, I will be your doctor today, so please lie down so that I can properly examine you,“ she smiled, taking in the tone of a jolly good doctor.

“Uh, I’d rather not?” he countered. He would be more amused at her playfulness, but he was dying of shame right now. “I think we need to call someone else.”

“What, you don’t believe in my skills as a doctor?”

“No, no, it’s not that! I didn’t say that. I mean… It’s just that… I’d rather it not be you. You’re probably going to laugh at this and it’s already embarrassing enough,” he admitted to her.

“Oh hey, come on! I swear I won’t laugh! Besides, we’re friends and I can totally keep a secret!” she said, persuading him. The skepticism on his face didn’t leave though so she tried a bit more. “Also, I am a professional doctor! What more do you need? Completely professional. I’m the picture of professionality.”

“I don’t think professionality is even a word,” he called out, trying to divert the already inevitable situation somewhere else.

She arched an eyebrow and gave him a stern look, obviously pointing out that his attempts were futile. Sighing in resignation, he nodded and opened up his lab coat to uncover the front of his pants. The horizontal tent his penis had made had not even lessened in length at all.

Amelia’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when she saw.

“Wow.”

“Wow?” he chuckled. The very male ego part of him was proud she found this impressive. The previous playfulness in her face was suddenly replaced with something else.

She blushed, realizing she’d just practically been gawking at his erection. This was definitely not what she had been thinking about when he said embarrassing (maybe a rash?). But this was… This was… All she could think of was that he was big. Bigger than she had remembered from a year ago. Not that he hadn’t been big back then, but seeing it all now, in it’s full-blown glory, well… It brought back memories. The heat on her face was probably giving it all away, but she cleared her throat trying to have some semblance of the professionality she’d been boasting about before. 

“Amelia?” he called her name, snapping her out of her reverie.

“Oh right! Yes… Uh, okay!” she yelped, a little startled. Moving around to get closer, she set up the tablet to get ready for the consult, “Lie down…?”

He grinned, and did as instructed. Seeing her blush this furiously was actually making the whole situation a little worth the embarrassment. 

“So, h-how long has this… um, it… been going?” she asked. What was wrong with her? What even was that question? “It”? She was turning into such a complete idiot, she couldn’t even say penis properly.

“About one hour now, I guess,” he said looking at the clock. 

“… and I assume this was due to…” 

“An intern mixing up viagra with painkillers,” he stated.

Looking up from the tablet, she shared a brief moment of amusement for the situation with him. Whoever had done this would be doing scut for the rest of his internship. Trying to concentrate on the medical aspect of this though, she desperately tried to avert her eyes from his groin. But to be honest, the last time she remembered his penis being this big had been when she had been riding it to absolution on his trailer bed. The memories flashing through her head pumped a little bit more blood to her already beet-red face, and increased the pooling heat between her legs. 

Going back to the assessment, she finished every single work up she could possibly think of, and taking into account any of the alternate actions he may have taken (bag of ice included), without asking him to physically remove his pants yet. Five minutes later, there wasn’t really any other choice.

“W-well, I guess, I just need to check one last thing before I decide exactly on what to do here…”

Knowing this of course, he lifted up his hips to pull his pants and his boxers down. His salute was proud and tall, and it didn’t look like it was going down any time soon. For a moment, the doctor within Amelia took over and reached out to touch him and examine the specimen further, looking for any signs of unusual swelling or ruptured veins. Swirling her dainty fingers around him and moving it slightly to the side, she did not notice the silent hissing sounds Owen had started to make with every move she made. She was brushing him gently with just the tips of her fingers around the base of his shaft, moving the softness of her touch up to right under the head of his cock. Each brush of skin against skin, like a whisper on his shaft, echoed heat throughout his body. It was so faint, he almost thought she was doing it on purpose to torture him. The movements had sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head, making his breathing a little heavier. She probably didn’t know what she was even doing to him, but it was all Owen could do not to move and stay still. Amelia was oblivious to any of these things as she fully concentrated on her check up, but when her nails accidentally scratched him in the lightest of ways, Owen’s silent resolve to keep still was broken. He eventually let out the most guttural moan, hips bucking lightly against her hand.

Amelia was startled by the sound, whipping her head to face him. The scene had his head tilted back, facing up at the ceiling, eyes closed in pleasure. He was so lost in the feeling he did not realize Amelia had suddenly taken on a completely different demeanour. She was now applying slight pleasure to her touch, not by accident anymore but with purpose. Her thumb and forefinger slid up and down his length slowly but intently, adding one finger with every slight downward motion. The viagra had made everything more sensitive, and her soft ministrations were affecting him more than the usual. Soon after a few more pumps, her fingers were joined by the palm of her hand, fully engulfing him in warmth. She used the little drops of pre-cum that had escaped the tip of his cock to spread all over his length and add to the slippery heat of her hand. At this point, she had managed to secure a slow and steady rhythm.

Owen who had been thoroughly enjoying this so far suddenly realized the fact that he was enjoying something. The thought brought him back down to reality, and opened his eyes to see Amelia’s face looking intently at him and her hand working up and down his length. She was not supposed to be doing this.

“Oh god, Amelia…” he brought his hand over to hers, trying to still her movements. “Stop, you’re going to–”

She squeezed him slightly, speeding up her pace, effectively cutting him off through another groan she got from him. He couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it (if he could, he would practically beg her never to stop), but he cared a lot more for her than just this. He hadn’t even told her how much yet. Her movements though, she was making it so much more difficult for him to think.

Amelia was determined to see the whole thing through, the friction coming from the motion on that single part of his body, spreading to the rest of his extremities. Knowing that she knew exactly what she was doing to him confused Owen, but also turned him on even more. He didn’t know what they were yet exactly, but the way she was looking at him right now, with all the intensity of her darkened blue eyes made him realize he couldn’t think about anything else. At this point, all he knew was that he was at her mercy and that he was willing to let go any little self-control he had left, by thrusting in synch to her rapid pumping. His grip on her wrist became impossibly tight, and she figured she would probably have a bruise there later, but she didn’t care right now. Knowing she was giving him immense pleasure was turning her on so much, her own panties were soaked.

Sweat breaking across his brow, his breathing erratic and his other hand on a fist digging hard on the mattress, she knew he was close. Bringing it up a notch, Amelia decided to add a little twist to her movements as she pumped him down. Owen’s eyes widened up at the sudden change, earning her another groan. She felt a little sense pride knowing that she could do these things to him and worked him up even harder. The light squeezing and twisting, her hands coming down hard on him every time - the whole ensemble was getting a little bit too much for him to handle. He didn’t think it could get even better until it did.  He knew that at the rate they were going, he wasn’t going to last very long.

“Amelia! Stop, I’m going to–” he gasped between breaths. 

Instead of stopping, she quickened the pace even more and with a few more pumps, he uttered the deepest groan, the pleasure of his orgasm making him reach out to her as strings of white come came shooting all over the place. Amelia kept her movements going throughout his high only slowing down when he finished riding it out.

Owen slumped back on the examination bed, out of breath. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. 

“Amelia…” he called out to her again in his blissful exhaustion. “That was…”

“…effective?” she said, grinning at him. Apparently, he was never going to finish any of his sentences today. Following her gaze, he noticed his penis had finally taken a rest and deflated after all their activities. She wasn’t wrong, he had to give her that. The satisfaction he felt was like finally falling off onto a bed of clouds after being on the edge for days. 

“No. Amazing,” he smiled sheepishly. She was amazing.

“Well you know, just glad I could help,” Amelia laughed. Standing up, she walked around the bed intending to grab some of the towels to start cleaning up the mess they’d made. The movement made her hips squirm with how wet she was down there and she had to stop for a bit to adjust herself underneath the scrub bottoms.

Owen watched all the while, and noticed her squirming.

“I think you’re the one who needs a little help now,” he grinned, knowing full well what he could do to make her feel better.

anonymous asked:

Teen John or Sherlock getting an erection and it being all awkwardy and you can decide what happens from there

John (16) was proud of the control he had over his libido, he took it upon himself to be a lads lad who had full control of his body when it came to sex. He found out the rather difficult way that this was not the case with the special exception of Sherlock Holmes (17).

It took him by surprise, and as he very rarely got an erection without desire of one, he burned bright red with embarrassment and irritation at his body’s betrayal. He cleared his throat, palming and readjusting himself as quickly and silently as possible. 

But John couldn’t hide anything from Sherlock. Sherlock knew his only friend well, rather too well much to John’s dismay. He noticed John’s blush and his shift in position instantly. It was precisely when he took his shirt off after spilling his tea on it. 

It wasn’t just that, oh John would be very agitated if that was the only reason why he strained his trousers. It was the way Sherlock, topless, went to his wardrobe and curled his body against the door as he chose his next shirt. His muscles beneath his skin, the sleek liquid like movements of his spine. He had his shirt over his shoulders but unbuttoned when he addressed John’s ‘problem’. 

“Are you alright?” He enquired, suddenly nervous.

“Yeah. Fine.” He blinked a few times before smiling up at him as he sat on Sherlock’s bed. 

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and gave him a dubious look. “You are… Fine.” He arched an eyebrow as he stalked closer to the bed, shuffling out of his comfort zone and pursuing something he was less than 100% certain about for once in his life. John Watson. He set him right, and he hoped that he did the same for him.

Once he was stood in front of John, the boy on the bed face level with Sherlock’s navel, John finally spoke.

“Listen- Sherlock, God… I’m, sorry, it’s a bit. Awkward, I should probably,” John’s face was turned down to face the bed, away from the milky soft flesh in front of his face, his elbow digging forcefully and painfully into his groin. 

Sherlock took John’s wrists with a firm but tender grasp and pulled them so that John could rest his hands on Sherlock’s hips and as he did that he straddled John and sat in his lap.

He purposefully slid his hips and John gasped from a combination of the friction and feeling the erection pressed against his belly.

Sherlock sat still for a long time, all they could do was feel the rise and fall of their chests. Sherlock had offered himself up for John and was waiting, and John was in too much shock to move for a few minutes.

“Come here,” John murmured, taking Sherlock by the back of the head and kissing him deeply, their faces tilted in their eagerness, Sherlock muffled a moan and within moments they were writhing against one another on the bed, kissing and touching without holding back.