bakerstreet | Nothing but a number

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Nothing but a number

the AGE GAP meme

INSTRUCTIONS
1. Post with your characters, including what role you'd like your character to play (older/younger) and your preferences (no one under ____, no number 2, roleplay only, etc).
2. Tag around, either choosing options at random or using some kind of RNG.
3. Don't be naughty~. Or do.

OPTIONS
1. All of this is roleplay. You're acting a part.
2. This is real. You're actually living this.

(possible) SCENARIOS
1. PARENT & CHILD: So, have you been bad? You know what happens to bad kids...
2. OLDER SIBLING & YOUNGER SIBLING: If the parents aren't in the picture, someone has to take care of business.
3. OTHER FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIP: Keepin' it in the family.
4. TEACHER & STUDENT: Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me...at least not during schools hours.
5. DOCTOR & PATIENT: An apple a day keeps the doctor away, unless you want to play.
6. CUSTOMER & STRIPPER/DANCER/HOOKER: Older people have the money, younger people need the money. Surely something can be worked out.
7. JAILBAIT: One of you better watch out, because this is trouble with a capital T.
8. THE BABYSITTER: ...you've seen the porn. I don't have to describe this.
9. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURES: If you don't see something you want, make it up.

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There was a gentle hint of a laugh when he returned the nip, enjoying the feeling of his kissed bruised lips against her own.

Moving with him as he sat on the bed she felt him break the kiss and took the moment to gather her breath, chest rising a falling with gentle heavy breaths.

"Just don't make me have to stitch you up again." She teased and brought her hands to the hem of her shirt and rolled it up and over her head. With the padding it had, she had no need for a bra and there was a bit of embarrassment at suddenly baring her breasts while he sat and she was still standing.

Her hands moved to gently comb through the mess of hair over the back of his head. "Are you certain you're alright with this, Gabriel?"

"Hey, I said I'd be a model patient. See? Already in bed." he said.

His eyes drooped halfway shut as she ran her fingers through his hair, a simple gesture but one he enjoyed.

"More than all right." he purred, leaning in to press a scruffy kiss to her stomach.

He wanted this. Wanted her.

His eyes drifted up to meet her own again, "So long as you're good with this old scarred soldier."

"Well, you're doing a wonderful job so far." She sighed in enjoyment when he kissed her stomach, lovingly stroking his hair back and down his neck.

She was glad for the confidence boost of his agreement and leaned in to cup his face once more so she could kiss him deeply, pouring all her emotion and passion in to it that had boiled up for so long. It showed him that she was more than good with this old scarred soldier.

Careful and mindful of his injuries, she slid to let her knees rest on his bed, straddling his lap with bare arms wrapping loose around his neck as she nipped at his plush bottom lip again. "More than good."

The deep kiss had him close his eyes and groan into it all, catching her slightly puffy bottom one between his teeth briefly again. Her need in that kiss was not lost on him. She wanted him, probably for longer than she cared to admit, and he wondered just how deep that went. Simple glances at him? Or full out fantasies? He was inclined to believe the later if the doc was willing to do this with him injured.

As Angela settled into his lap, Gabriel pulled her flush against his hard body, mouth moving to her throat, kissing her pulse point and then running his tongue over it, probing at what made her wriggle. His hands came to rest on her thighs, massaging and squeezing her lean legs through her pants.

Didn't take long before he scraped his teeth along her skin, bluntly running over the junction between her throat and her shoulder.

Far longer than she wanted to admit even to herself; none of it mattered in the moment but there was a fear that she would wake up and find it was all just another crazy dream but she might as well make the most of it even if there was a possibility of it being a dream.

With his kisses moved to her neck, her eyes fell shut and her breath began to quicken while she lightly squirmed in his lap. He found one of her weaker points that made her flush with arousal. Her head nudged against his with her breath softly dancing over his ear in gentle moans of his name and soft nips.

His lips brushed over the bruise he gave her and feeling his teeth scrape earned a small hiss of enjoyment and another hitch of her hips, rolling them against his on his lap. Her hands still busied themselves and swept over the back of his neck only to drag one hand up the back of his head with blunt nails, gripping his rather soft hair.

The steady rock of her in his lap was easily getting him hard, cock pinned within his briefs off to the left and throbbing for attention. He didn't touch himself yet though, wanting more of the doc first.

"Angela..." he breathed, the scrape of her nails against his skin had him hissing in pleasure, the tug on his hair doing the same.

"Gotta get you out of these..." he rumbled, tugging at the last of her clothes, though was reluctant to let her stray far.

Feeling him throb against the barrier of his briefs and against her thigh was maddening. She couldn't help the drive of her hips against his again in desperation for the barrier of their clothes to be gone.

Her name on his lips was pure delight and hitched another breath in her throat. All the sounds he was making was lighting her from throat to thigh.

There's a small hint of mischievousness in her eyes hearing him breath hard and the rumble of his words. Though there is slight reluctance, she pulled herself away and dipped down to her knees and allowed her hands to roam up the inside of his thighs.

Her cheeks are flushed and she tipped her head to glance up at him before dropping a plush kiss over the clothed covering his cock, wanting to hear more of his ragged breath.

Gabriel let her go, though she didn't go far. A little surprised she dropped between his legs, but he merely settled them farther apart for her to get closer.

He didn't disappoint. He sharply inhaled, mouth dropping open some at the small attention. Fuck, was he this needy too?

Rough fingers came in to caress her jaw and then run through her pale gold hair. Another flood of ache filled his belly and his other hand started to hook int the hem of his briefs, only to stop. He'd let her do it. She'd take care of him.

With how willing she was to dip down probably spoke more to the realization of just how many times she had thought about him in such a way.

Her head tipped to his touch, finding adoration in the simple attention he gave her. Glassy blue eyes flickered down to his hand that seemed so eager to pull his briefs down and a small smirk tugged at her lips.

She tugged down just enough of the material of his briefs to drop a balmy kiss to the tip of his shaft.

Fingers curled in the sheets as she tugged the black material down just a tad, the small kiss to his cock draws another groan from him. And another throb of want aches through him.

He wanted to sit back but the stitches in his side protested at such a move, so he hunched forward, burying a hand deeper into her hair, the other caressing down her back.

He breathed her name again, this time in her ear, "Want to suck me off Angela?" he growled.

"Have for a while... but -it seems like you want me to, as well." She teased with a glance up at him feeling that throb and surge of strength when she licked the crown of his cock.

Carefully, her skilled fingers worked the material of his briefs down more to release him from his confines. Tipping her head, she lavished him in attention and drew long crawls of her tongue from his base to tip all while her eyes kept upwards to gaze at his disheveled face.

"Tell me you want me to."

Gabriel let out a long groan as she pressed a more generous lick against the head of his cock, member springing up once released more. He had her back off a moment so that he could drop the material and kick it away, leaving him entirely naked before the doc.

"You undress me?" he asked, drawing her in for a kiss. "Enjoy stripping me off everything?" Probably not actually, probably about as fun as wrestling a shirt onto a gator.

"I want your lips around my dick" he growled, then smirked, "Your patient needs some treating." Yea it was bad but hey, couldn't resist.

She allowed him to move her, carefully backing off so she didn't inflict any sort of pain on him. In the same moment, she slipped her fingers in the waistband of her pants and underwear, pulling them down from her hips and off long legs, tossed aside with the rest of their clothing.

"I did. I was professional about it in the moment but later... it came back to me. Mostly I just wanted you to be okay." She smirked and roamed her hands along the inside of his bare thighs, leaning lightly against him.

She breathed a small laugh at his retort but was quick to oblige in his request. She, after all, did have to take care of her patient.

Dipping her head down, she cupped the base with her hand and gave another long drag of her tongue over the tip of his cock before allowing it passed the seam of her lips. She bobbed her head down with a moan muffling around him and slowly drew her head back, tongue rolling along the underside of his cock.

Bared to him, he had a look at her briefly before she was between his legs again.

Angela wasted no time in taking him into her mouth, the slow caress of her tongue making him shudder some. Fuck that felt good...!

He didn't hide any of his noises, groaning and breathing heavily as he watched her, gathering her hair into one hand and holding it out of the way, his other stroking her jaw and shoulder.

Breathing her name he leaned down again, just able to reach her ear and give it a light nip as his cock gave another twitch of delight in her hot mouth.

The attention he lavished her with gave her encouragement to continue with her ministrations on him. Each breath and warmth of his words against her ears made her practically squirm with pangs of arousal between her legs.

Another moan escaped, muffled around his girth when he gathered her hair. She bobbed her head a little faster with steady sounds of wet schlicks, only to slow down and slowly drew her lips back up his length till he practically slipped out of her mouth.

"G-Gabriel.." She breathed out with another slight squirm from the feeling between her legs.

Her little noises were really getting to him. He wanted to pound her into the mattress and make her cry out his name. Unfortunately he might have to settle with being on his back tonight if his ribs and thigh had any say on the matter.

"Get up." he rumbled, letting her hair go and scooting over to the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.

Gabriel winced with a hiss as stitches protested all this moving around and he took half a moment to relax before slowly laying back into the pillows, patting his chest. "Come here, I wanna taste you"

The command made her eyes flicker up to gaze at him, giving a last long draw of a lick across the tip of his cock. She was quick to obey and leaned up, carefully standing in front of him again but now void of all clothing.

There were small peppers of scars and damage from her Valkyrie test suit and bullet wounds. She had been able to keep her skin pristine but along the back of her neck and down her spine had small puncture scars from the effects of her wings.

Her eyes showed worry when he winced and her touch became gentle as she touched his leg but a blush streaked across her face when he spoke to her. She bit her lip and nodded with a slight embarrassment painted on her face.

"Never had that done before." She confessed and moved herself over his chest carefully, her hand braced against the headboard of his bed.

He wanted to caress her scarred up back, press kisses along the marks and let her know that every time she put the suit on meant more lives on the battleground saved. He'd be sure to when movement was such a bitch.

The pink flush and confession has him grin. "Relax, don't be afraid to press down or move. I got you." he said, hands coming up to hold her hips and pull her down against his mouth.

His tongue immediately went to work against her trimmed mound, a slow swipe of her slit from bottom to clit, lips kissing her folds.

Should that moment ever come she would literally be at his beckon and whim; the scars littering her back rather sensitive and the possibilities of him kissing them could send a torrid shudder of arousal.

He said relax but she was still a bit nervous. Of course she has read about such things but reading and experiencing were completely different things. And feeling was so much better than reading.

Her breath stuttered in her throat and her head tipped with eyes shutting tight. She gave a whimper and quickly moved her hand to cover her mouth from fear of being too loud. But the feel of his mouth against her wet seam, licking her clit was so overwhelmingly good. His name escaped laced with a moan, hip gave a small twitch and she felt herself becoming wetter to his touch. "T-That...feels really good, G-Gabriel.."

If she wasn't the doctor he might do the stupid and actually try it, but she'd likely tell him off immediately for straining himself. And likely pop a stitch or two for his troubles.

He could feel how nervous she was and he tried to soothe her with caresses along her thighs and hips, letting her know to just enjoy it. Gabriel certainly was, her little whimpers were music to his ears and he pressed his tongue up inside her. So wet already. Fuck she tasted incredible too! He replied with a throaty groan, pumping his tongue inside her hot core and then sliding out over her clit.

Everything just felt too sinfully good at the moment. The hand covering her mouth released and ventured down over the back of one of his hands that held her hips. Her breath flowed freely out in heavy gasps with traces of her voice in moans, giving up on trying to be quiet.

With his tongue licking inside her her head tipped back and goosebumps peppered her skin. His tongue welled heat against her clit, making her feel as if she could burst at any moment. Yet, it almost felt selfish that she was the only one receiving such pleasure when she should be taking care of him.

Her hand left his ventured back behind her, body still gracefully arched with her other hand supporting her on the bed frame. She reached and gently began stroking his arousal in time with the movements of his tongue, quietly praising him in a mixture of English and an occasional fall back to her native Swiss-German.

Gabriel's breathing hitched as she craned back and touched him and he stopped. "N-No. Leave me be. Let me take care of you." he said sternly, breathing heavily against her mound. His mouth suckled the inside of her thigh, working up a hickey and scraping his teeth over it.

Only when Angela let him go-his cock betraying how good the attention was with a healthy twitch-did he resume eating her out, probing her clit and slipping up inside her once more.

"How sweet of you." She teased but respected his wishes and with a gentle squeeze, she let her hand slip back and came down to scrape her nails against his scalp through his hair, encouraging him to continue his ministrations.

Heavily breathing, she could feel herself tighten against his tongue, shuddering out another gasp.

"Y-You have me close.."

That lingering squeeze had him raise his hips ever so slightly as though hoping she'd stay despite what he said.

Angela's got him hooked.

His focus returned to her, hands tightening on her hips, letting her know he didn't want her going anywhere.

Cry out for me, Gabriel thought, eyes flicking up the length of her body to watch her face. The tug on his hair has him growl and he focused her clit, flicking and jabbing at it rhythmically with his tongue to bring her to climax.

The tightening of his hands on her waist held her in place and soon she felt the assault of pleasure on her clit from his tongue.

Her fingers gripped tighter to his hair, combing over his scalp as he brought her to the brink.

Her hips twitch under his fingertips, skin softening with goosebumps peppering along her thighs with a shudder coursing up her spine and made her arch. His tongue brought her orgasm quick and she cried out his name with unabashed lust.

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