#test cricket final
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
टेस्ट क्रिकेट मैच कब और कैसे शुरू हुआ | टेस्ट का पूरा विश्लेषण
टेस्ट क्रिकेट मैच कब और कैसे शुरू हुआ | टेस्ट क्रिकेट का पूरा विश्लेषण भारत में क्रिकेट की लोकप्रियता बहुत ज़्यादा है। भारत में इस खेल को इतना ज़्यादा पसंद किया जाता है कि हर गली,मोहल्ले और नुक्क्ड़ पर बच्चे क्रिकेट खेलते हुए मिल जायेंगे। इस खेल के जनक अंग्रेज़ थे। उन्होंने ही इस खेल की शुरुआत की और देखते ही देखते यह खेल दुनियाभर में बहुत ज़्यादा लोकप्रिय बन गया। क्रिकेट के कई फार्मेट होता है जैसे…
View On WordPress
#how many overs in test match#how test match is played#icc#icc test championship#icc test championship table#icc test ranking#icc test ranking team points table#india-australia test match#International Cricket Council#jerseys#overs#pitches#player who scored 400 runs in test match#players#ranking#records#rules#teams#test cricket#test cricket final#test cricket match#Test cricket match history#test cricket ranking#test cricket records#test cricket records wiki#timings#types#world test championship#ओवर#खिलाड़ी
0 notes
Text
even in a story with reader insert, i'm still putting myself in there separately ahahaha so here's another lil thing with some of @venomous-qwille's characters
and then the moment they leave the room:
#2024#gitm#ghost in the machine#gitm soleil#self ship#self insert#gitm cricket#gitm y/n#gitm fool#i love cricket a whole lot tho i see them more as their own character over an insert so that's why i'm not them here 👉👈#also this is funnier to me okay cool cool cool#i wanted to test how my wrist feels so i used soft B pencils (which i forgot i had lmao)#i think i might be able to paint tomorrow or friday? (busy thursday so) we'll see#anyway i finally drew soleil! weight lifted off my shoulders.... i need to draw something scary with him when i feel better#i also just wanna cover him in kisses i love him i need to annoy him#man i am incapable of not yappin in the tags huh#anyway take care of your arms and wrists and hands that's an order xoxoxo#edit: I JUST REALIZED FOOL'S CRESCENT IS THE WRONG WAY GOD DAMN IT okay my fault for not using a reference i'm sorry bestie
129 notes
·
View notes
Text
#Pakistan Test Squad Announcement#Pakistan vs England Final Test#Cricket Squad Updates#Pakistan Cricket Team#England Cricket Tour#Test Match Selections#Pakistan Cricket Board (PCB) News#International Cricket Updates#Test Cricket Series#Player Lineup for Pakistan#England Tour of Pakistan#Cricket Fans Updates#Final Test Match News#Pakistan Squad Analysis#Cricket Selection Committee Decisions
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
its really weird seeing pundits talk about t20 being the format that young people cling to and will be the outlasting format as someone who got into cricket ~6 months via test cricket
#i get it; i am new here#and maybe my love for tennis helped with my new found love for test cricket#for they are both many hours long and arguably 'slow'#but technically i am of the generation that would have grown up with t20#and i can assure you at no point did that make me want to watch cricket#it feels like saying the future of tennis is tie-break tens or the 7-game sets from the next gen finals#sure they're exciting to a point but then you get sick of it and just want normal tennis back#what im saying is if they start talking positively about tests and even one day and promoting them the same as the endless shit t20 leagues#maybe just maybe young people would like them better<3#anyway i promise i am not just a cricket blog now#im just ignoring the utter shit that is celtic fc on deadline day#lex shut up
1 note
·
View note
Text
WTC Final Scenarios: India's qualification chances if Border-Gavaskar Trophy ends in draw | Cricket News
Team India (Photo by Paul Kane/Getty Images) NEW DELHI: The India-Australia Test series stands at a tense crossroads following the rain-affected draw in the third Test in Brisbane. With the five-match series level at 1-1, the remaining games in Melbourne and Sydney will be decisive, not just for the series outcome but also for the World Test Championship (WTC) Final qualification…
View On WordPress
#Border Gavaskar Trophy#India cricket team performance#india vs australia test series#South Africa cricket series#Sri Lanka vs Australia series#Test match PCT calculations#Test series draw implications#World Test Championship#WTC Final qualification scenarios
0 notes
Text
Watch: Former cricketers discuss World Test Championship final duration | Cricket News - Times of India
Virat Kohli walks past the ICC World Test Championship Mace after the WTC Final against Australia at The Oval on June 11, 2023. (Photo by Ryan Pierse/Getty Images) NEW DELHI: India have made it to the World Test Championship finals twice and both times have tasted defeat – first against New Zealand in 2021, under the captaincy of Virat Kohli and then against Australia in 2023 under the…
View On WordPress
#Adam Gilchrist#Australia cricket#Border Gavaskar Trophy#David Warner#India cricket#Ravi Shastri#Rohit Sharma#Virat Kohli#World Test Championship#WTC Final
0 notes
Text
1 note
·
View note
Text
1 मैच 300 रन... जब रोहित शर्मा के बल्ले ने विजाग में उगला था आग, विदेशी गेंदबाजों को किया तहस-नहस
नई दिल्ली. नई दिल्ली. भारत और इंग्लैंड (India vs England) के बीच दूसरा टेस्ट विशाखापट्टनम में खेला जाएगा. दोनों टीमें इसके लिए तैयार है. मुकाबले में किस खिलाड़ी का बल्ला चलेगा. ये देखना दिलचस्प होगा. उम्मीद है कि रोहित शर्मा (Rohit Sharma) मुकाबले में कमाल कर सकते हैं. आखिरी बार जब वह इस मैदान पर बल्लेबाजी करने उतरे थे तो उन्होंने एक टेस्ट मैच में 300 रन ठोक डाले थे. दरअसल, साउथ अफ्रीका के खिलाफ…
View On WordPress
#cricket news#hindi cricket news#ind vs eng 2nd test vizag#ind vs eng vizag#India vs England#India vs England 2nd Test#Indian Cricket Team#mayank agarwal#rohit sharma 2019#Rohit sharma in vizag#rohit sharma news#rohit sharma team india#rohit sharma vs south africa#wtc final
0 notes
Text
gIvE mE yOuR bAbY !!!!!!! (previous part, dark?reader x ghost, 18+ !!!!!)
you throw the pregnancy test angrily into the trash. you're staring at the mirror now, practically snarling at your reflection. you've been fucking your lieutenant for weeks now, and nothing.
nothing, nothing, nothing.
the fucking brute doesn't even want a baby--he's appeasing you, giving into you, but you know it won't be long until your lieutenant becomes just a little coherent and realizes he might not want this, might not need this, not as much as you.
but you're focused. it's him, god dammit, and it will be him. no matter what.
it's late, but you make your way across base anyways. there's no one around, not even the crickets, or maybe the rushing in your ears is too loud for you to hear anything but your beating heart. you fit your key into the lock, shoving his door open, and you see the sorry bastard sleeping in his cot.
he's fully clothed, the paranoid little shit. his belt is nowhere to be found, and he had the good idea to leave his tact vest on the floor by the door, but he's still wearing his cargo pants and a standard issue shirt, his mask hanging off his fingertips. he snores loudly, his nose broken too many times to offer him a night of quiet sleep, and it angers you to see him so peaceful.
you shut the door and lock it, taking the band off of your wrist and tying your hair up before shoving your pants off and tossing your shirt into the corner of the room. you reach over him, undoing the button of his pants and shoving them low. he blinks away the sleep from his eyes just as you straddle him, trying to get his pants just that much lower on his hips.
"the fuck are y'doin'?!" simon growls, his hands gripping your hips on instinct.
"i'm not pregnant," you snap. "now shut up and do what you do best. take these--" you yank on his pants again, but he's more than two hundred pounds of solid fat and muscle, and your tugs don't even budge, not even a little. "--take your fucking pants off!"
he grunts as he finally lifts his hips enough to pull them just low enough. you whine with relief, slipping a hand over him, spitting on his cock before spreading it over his thick length. he hisses, leaning his head back, chubbing up immediately.
"christ," he groans, licking his lips. "never gets old."
"yeah, daddy?" you coo, leaning down and kissing him wet. "'s too bad it hasn't taken yet..." you pout a little. "it's not working, why isn't it working?"
"'cause y'pout too much," simon scoffs. "y'r such a brat."
you whimper, pulling your panties to the side, scooting up as you sink down on his cock easily. you're positively sopping, and he breaches your cunt without much resistance. you fall over him, your hands on either side of his head, and you rock your hips gently as he gets even harder now that he's inside of you.
"simon--" you cry, leaning your head back. "i just want it so bad..." you start to bounce, your eyes rolling back as you hear the smack of your ass against his thighs. "want your baby, simon..."
"ackk..." he hisses. "i know. i know y'want it, luv. ahhh--cunt's beggin' fer it."
you nod, your eyes fluttering shut, and you keep up the pace, the squeak of his cot rattling as you throw your hips back harder.
"fuckin' hell, swee'eart..." he grits his teeth. "really workin' for it..." he chuckles breathlessly, reaching back and gripping your ass with both hands, easily supporting you to bounce a little harder with just the flex of his arms. "fucked ya just this mornin', and y'r already cryin' for me..."
you reach down and grip his jaw, licking over his bottom lip.
"need it all the time," you whisper against his lips. "n-need to be full...a-always..."
simon hums, nodding, "yeah? tha' wot it is? not fillin' y'r cunt often enough, tha' wot y'r sayin', baby?"
you kiss him hot and heavy, your hips bouncing a little more frantically as you lick into his mouth. all teeth and tongue, all wet and slobbery, positively drunk on the way his cock punches into you. you're needy and angry and so, so desperate for it, and you need all the time, need him to just, please, please, please, keep me this full all the time, please--!
"y'r such a needy little girl," he growls. "always so wet..."
"shut the fuck up, simon, and just cum--!" you gasp, cut off by the smack to your ass that he chides you with.
"y'listen t'me--" he grips where your hair is tied up, yanking on it, forcing your neck back and baring the soft skin to him. he sits up, shaking you practically, manhandling you until you're underneath him now, scratching at his biceps as you try to gain control again. it's pointless, really--he can pin you down with one burly leg, and he's got the weight of his entire body holding your hips down as he forces his cock so deep, you feel him right in your stomach. "listen t'me, little brat, you'll get wot i give ya, and you'll like it, yeah? you'll take it, and you'll say thank you, lieutenant, olright?"
you whine, pushing your hips back, feeling the heat of him, and you don't stop crying until he cums. it isn't even about getting off yourself; you just need to be full of him, all the time, always, whenever he's near.
you lose none of your enthusiasm. simon wakes up with your mouth wrapped around his thick cock, and he falls asleep with you pushing back against him as he fucks you from behind. you grab him by the vest as he passes by where you're hidden in a supply closet, and you fuck him fast and hard before sending him off to training again. you slip into his office and take him on his desk, crowd him in the corner of the room that you both are sitting in when you're out in the field. you give him no room to breathe, you just force his trousers as low as holsters will let you and fuck him until he gives you what you need.
"insatiable little girl," he always says into your ear, but you can't help it. your lieutenant is not just your certified baby daddy, he's everything you've been looking for in a man. disgusting, all brute strength, a taker, selfish, obsessed. he isn't normal, and you adore that--you fucking hate normal. you don't want someone passive and sweet, you want someone possessive and a little fucked up, and it's just a bonus that his cock matches his size and that he knows exactly how to use it to make you boneless and feral.
he's just so hot. rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, you drool at the sight of his tattoo sleeve. as he gets dressed in the morning, you catch a glimpse of his bare ass, and you have to fuck yourself on your fingers to refrain from making him any later. seeing him smirk under the mask, it drives you insane, especially when he gives you those eyes--the eyes that say fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. you especially love him making his way back after an op, his body hot under his gear and smelling like sweat and sand and smoke. you lick the ash off his fingers and make him fuck you with his mask stuffed into your mouth because you want to taste the essence of him at his most authentic--adrenaline hungry and bloodthirsty.
"gonna milk me fuckin' dry," he murmurs one evening, running a thick hand over his length. you lay beside him and mewl, your knees still open from when he was just on top of you. your back arches as you feel his spend dribbling out onto the bed, and you reach down and use your fingers to stuff it back inside. as he massages himself, he grunts, the squelch of your slick making it easy for him. "twice olready, 'n y'wanna go again, tha' it?"
you give him big eyes, squirming under his gaze. you slip your fingers out, putting them into your mouth and sucking soft. when you let them go, you smile at him lazily.
"yes, daddy," you whisper, nodding. "p-please...please give me more..."
he chuckles, breathless, and he nods.
"woteva y'want, baby. turn over. give it t'me."
fuck, it makes you so wet all over again to hear him say it. to hear him tell you that you can have it all, have all that you want, that he'll give you whatever you need. it makes your head spin, it makes you dizzy and giggly. you've only ever heard him bark orders outside of this room, but when you're alone, he caters to you and only to you--he's wrapped around your finger, and he doesn't know it, and it makes you positively hungry and satiated all at the same time. hungry for more of it, satisfied knowing it's yours and only yours.
it's days later, when he has you cock-drunk (again) and utterly exhausted that he speaks to you again, really speaks. he smooths a hand over your stomach, pulling back your hips until you're nestled under his arm and pressed back to chest against him. he nuzzles his nose against your jaw, kissing under your ear.
"y'not pregnant yet?" he murmurs. "y'sure of tha'?"
you close your eyes, humming as you nestle into the warmth that he gives off. you shrug, trying to blow it off, trying to seem nonchalant and unbothered. you don't know what he'll do once he finds out. you don't know if he'll push you away, knowing he's given you what you asked for. you want to stay like this, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss of simon's incredible fucking, and you want to think of nothing else but gathering enough energy to do it all over again.
you can tell him about the positive pregnancy test later. right?
"guess not," you whisper, and you moan unexpectedly when you feel him chub up against your ass. fuck, he can go for hours--his stamina knows no bounds.
he doesn't tell you that he found that little test, in a plastic baggie stuck behind the extra toilet paper in the bathroom. instead he grins wide, knowing you've lied, and he hikes up your knee as he pushes into you.
"hmmm..." he growls in your ear. "then we won't stop. won't fuckin' stop until y'ave it. until y'r tits are fat, and 'm fuckin' sure y've got m'baby there--" he cups your pussy as he bottoms out, swirling two fingers around your puffy, abused clit. you nod, slipping his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them desperately.
you won't stop. you'll never stop. you'll never let him go.
#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost mwii#ghost x reader#cod#call of duty#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#simon thoughts
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
રવિચંદ્રન અશ્વિન: ભારતીય બોલિંગ મેસ્ટ્રોનો 700-વિકેટનો વિજય
ભારતના જાણીતા સ્પિનર રવિચંદ્રન અશ્વિને 700 વિકેટો વટાવીને તેની આંતરરાષ્ટ્રીય ક્રિકેટ કારકિર્દીમાં એક મહત્વપૂર્ણ સીમાચિહ્ન હાંસલ કર્યું હતું. વેસ્ટ ઈન્ડિઝ સામેની ભારતની ટેસ્ટ મેચના પ્રથમ દિવસ દરમિયાન, અશ્વિને તેની અસાધારણ બોલિંગ કૌશલ્યનું પ્રદર્શન કર્યું, વેસ્ટ ઈન્ડિયન બેટિંગ લાઇનઅપને તોડી પાડ્યું અને પાંચ નિર્ણાયક વિકેટો લીધી.
ICC મેન્સ ક્રિકેટ વર્લ્ડ કપ ઇન્ડિયા 2023 ફિક્સ્ચરની જાહેરાત કરવામાં આવી
ભારતે વેસ્ટ ઈન્ડિઝ ટેસ્ટ અને ODI શોડાઉન માટે પાવર-પેક્ડ સ્ક્વોડનું અનાવરણ કર્યું
ICC મેન્સ ક્રિકેટ વર્લ્ડ કપ 2023: ભારત વિ પાકિસ્તાન ક્લેશ પૂર્વાવલોકન
આ સિદ્ધિ હાંસલ કરવા માટે, અશ્વિન પ્રતિષ્ઠિત બોલરોના એક વિશિષ્ટ જૂથમાં જોડાય છે, જેમાં મુખ્યત્વે સ્પિનરોનો સમાવેશ થાય છે. આ યાદીની ટોચ પર ભારતના ક્રિકેટ દિગ્ગજ અનિલ કુંબલે 956 આંતરરાષ્ટ્રીય વિકેટના નોંધપાત્ર રેકોર્ડ સાથે છે. સ્પિન ઉસ્તાદ હરભજન સિંહને નજીકથી અનુસરવામાં આવે છે, જેમણે આંતરરાષ્ટ્રીય ક્રિકેટમાં 711 વિકેટની પ્રભાવશાળી સંખ્યા એકઠી કરી છે.
વેસ્ટ ઈન્ડિઝ સામે ચાલી રહેલી સિરીઝ ખુલી રહી છે ત્યારે અશ્વિન પાસે હવે હરભજનના રેકોર્ડને તોડવાની તક છે. વેસ્ટ ઈન્ડિઝ સામેની તેની તાજેતરની પાંચ વિકેટે તેની ત્રીજી ટેસ્ટ પાંચ વિકેટ તરીકે ચિહ્નિત કરી, જેનાથી તેની એક પ્રચંડ બોલર તરીકેની પ્રતિષ્ઠા વધુ મજબૂત થઈ.
શિખર ધવન એશિયન ગેમ્સ 2023માં ભારતીય ક્રિકેટ ટીમનું નેતૃત્વ કરશે
બાંગ્લાદેશ ODI અને T20I માટે ભારતની મહિલા ટીમની જાહેરાત કરવામાં આવી છે
વેસ્ટ ઈન્ડિઝ સામેની T20I શ્રેણી માટે ભારતની ટીમની જાહેરાત: મુખ્ય ખેલાડીઓ અને સમયપત્રક”
ભારત વિ આયર્લેન્ડ T20 શ્રેણીની જાહેરાત: સૂર્ય કુમાર યાદવ કદાચ કેપ્ટન
ACC ઇમર્જિંગ ટીમ્સ એશિયા કપ 2023: ટીમ, સ્ક્વોડ અને શેડ્યૂલ
અશ્વિનની 700મી વિકેટ ત્યારે બની જ્યારે મોટો સ્કોર કરવા આતુર અલ્ઝારી જોસેફ અશ્વિનના ભ્રામક કેરમ બોલનો શિકાર બન્યો. જોસેફે ડિલિવરીનો ખોટો અંદાજ કાઢ્યો અને માત્ર એક જાડી ધારને જ સંભાળી શક્યો, જયદેવ ઉનડકટના હાથે આરામથી કેચ થયો. 11 બોલમાં માત્ર ચાર રન બનાવીને જોસેફ ક્રિઝ પરથી વિદાય લીધો હતો.
એકંદર મેચ પર ધ્યાન કેન્દ્રિત કરીને, યજમાન ટીમ શરૂઆતના દિવસના ત્રીજા સત્ર દરમિયાન માત્ર 150 રનમાં જ આઉટ થઈ ગઈ હતી. સ્પિનરોએ કાર્યવાહીમાં પ્રભુત્વ જમાવ્યું હતું, જેમાં અશ્વિન અને જાડેજાએ તેમની સંયુક્ત કુશળતાનું પ્રદર્શન કરીને આઠ વિકેટ મેળવી હતી.
સમગ્ર દિવસ દરમિયાન, વેસ્ટ ઈન્ડિઝની ટીમે નોંધપાત્ર સંઘર્ષનો સામનો કરવો પડ્યો, બંને પ્રારંભિક સત્રોમાં ચાર વિકેટ ગુમાવી. મજબૂત પુનરાગમન કરવા માટે નિર્ધારિત, તેઓ શરૂઆતના દિવસના અંતિમ સત્ર દરમિયાન બોલ સાથે અસાધારણ રીતે સારું પ્રદર્શન કરવાનો પ્રયત્ન કરશે, તેમના પ્રારંભિક આંચકાને દૂર કરવાનો લક્ષ્યાંક રાખશે.
#sport#sport news#sports#cricket#ipl cricket#iplteams#ipl live updates#ipl live score#ipl final#iplt20#icc#the ashes 2023#ashes test#sportbook#sportfitness#msdhoni
1 note
·
View note
Link
0 notes
Text
🏏 #TEST Match #WTC23 Final #LIVE #Today - #INDIAvsAUSTRALIA !
At #TheOval, Kia #Oval, in #Kennington, borough of #Lambeth, south #London, #UK !
@IndianCricketTeam !
#INDvsAUS ... #INDIA vs #AUSTRALIA ~
( #5Day #International #Cricket #TestMatch #Match - #Finals is it)
N Cmon #TeamINDIA #Cmon, You ought to #Win this n lift this very #WorldCup too Guys!
Heartiest #Wishes,
#AmittARORA
#wtc23#indian cricket team#india#cricket australia#australia#oval#the oval#london#england#test match#finals#cricket#love#respect#amitt arora#aa
1 note
·
View note
Text
इंदौर के होलकर स्टेडियम पहुंची भारतीय टीम, अभ्यास करते दिखे विराट कोहली
Indore News in Hindi. बॉर्डर-गावस्कर ट्रॉफी के तीसरे टेस्ट के लिए भारतीय टीम के ज्यादातर खिलाड़ी इंदौर आ चुके है। रविवार को टीम इंडिया के खिलाड़ियों ने होलकर स्टेडियम पहुंच कर मैच का अभ्यास भी किया। टीम इंडिया के कप्तान रोहित शर्मा आज इंदौर आएंगे। 1 मार्च को ��ारत और ऑस्ट्रेलिया टीम के बीच इंदौर के होलकर स्टेडियम में मैच खेला जाएगा। Holkar Cricket Stadium Indore – कल सुबह अभ्यास करने स्टेडियम…
View On WordPress
#australia vs india live score today match#bbl live score#bhaskar indore epaper#city bhaskar indore#cricbuzz live score#cricket live score final#dainik bhaskar epaper#dainik bhaskar indore epaper free pdf#Holkar Cricket Stadium Indore#icc cricket live today#ind vs aus 3rd test 2023 live#ind vs aus 3rd test 2023 scorecard#ind vs aus 3rd test in indore live#IND vs Aus LIVE score#ind vs aus live score test match 2023#ind vs aus test#ind vs aus test live score 2023#ind vs aus test live score mens#ind vs aus test match live score#IND vs NZ LIVE#india australia live match today#india vs australia 3nd test live match#india vs australia 3rd test scorecard#india vs australia test match live in indore#indore cricket stadium#Indore News#Indore news in Hindi#indore news live#Live Cricket#live cricket score india
0 notes
Link
0 notes
Text
Bad idea: softcore porn series that takes the Strip Poker theme to absurdity.
Strip Parcheesi. Strip Twilight Imperium (you finally see a tit 13 hours in!). Strip Skeeball. Strip Test Cricket. Strip Russian Roulette. Strip Lawn Darts. Strip Dakar Rally. Strip Space Race.
521 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+
𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 — 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞?
minors/ageless blogs please DNI.
REBLOGS are important. please reblog to share/save.
| 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒 |
It's the worst day you've had in a while.
Each of your classes dragged entirely too long, leaving you glancing at the clock only to find mere minutes had passed since the last time you'd checked.
Then, on the way to the courtyard where you planned to sit in the sun and relax, you'd dropped your lunch. The contents of your takeout container had created a truly heartbreaking splatter across the pavement, and then you hadn't even had enough cash left on you to buy anything else, so you'd had to settle for munching on the bruised apple at the bottom of your bookbag.
And, after an already exhausting morning had tested the strength of your sanity, you had your scheduled office hours in the afternoon. Said meeting was with one of your least favorite professors to discuss an upcoming term paper, and the hour spent in his stuffy office had proved to be grueling and overall unhelpful, which only resulted in you biking home from campus sporting a decidedly bad mood to pair with your rumbling stomach and the beginnings of a stress headache.
When you finally collapse face-first onto your bed a few hours later and release a little scream into your pillow, the sound of it is muffled into no more than a quiet cry. Through the smothering cotton, you fight to pull in a steadying breath, if only so that you might have enough air in your lungs to scream in frustration again.
The sky outside is dark, crickets creating a loud symphony in the distance, and the breeze coming in through your window brings goosebumps along the backs of your thighs where the baggy tshirt you've chosen for pajamas has rucked up to settle in the curve of your spine. The cool air meets your flushed skin like a blanket of ice, your body still warm from a shower in which you'd spent a little longer than usual beneath a cloud of steam and hot water in a failed attempt at releasing some of the lingering tension from the day — But even an extra few minutes breathing in the aromatics of your body wash clinging to the steam-thickened air wasn't enough to settle you. The irritating buzz of the stress still made itself known underneath your skin, the itch of it making your body feel just a little too tight for all of the frustration building up inside.
You can't even find it in you to flinch at the sound of something scrabbling at your bedroom windowsill, nor do you lift your head at the small crash and thump that follow a few seconds later. There's a small rustling of fabric and limbs, shoes thumping against the baseboard as they're kicked off, what you assume is the sound of your backpack being placed back where you'd thrown it on the cushioned bench beneath the window when you'd first gotten home.
There's a moment of silence as Stiles drinks in the sight of you. Hungry eyes rake across every inch of your exposed skin, trailing the length of your legs up to where they meet the supple curve of your ass, and with the way your shirt has bunched up underneath your belly, the soft skin of your backside is hidden from him only by your underwear. He spares a second to admire how the pretty fabric clings to your flesh, the cut high and revealing on the cheeks of your ass.
It takes a few slow seconds for him to reorient his thoughts to something slightly less salacious, but after an audible breath, he manages.
“Are you..? Hey.. 're you sleeping?” Stiles' voice comes out a little incredulous but still hushed, as if he's actually worried about waking you in case you truly had somehow slept through the cacophony of noise he'd caused when he climbed in through the window.
You only give a pitiful whine into your pillow in response, feet kicking a little petulantly as you finally roll to face him to reveal the lack of sleep in your eyes, “Scott isn't home,” You tell him weakly, voice still a little smothered by your pillow, “You coulda jus' come in through the front door.”
Stiles is at the edge of the bed already, kneeling on the mattress and making to join you now that he knows you aren't asleep. He looks deliciously soft, gray sweats hanging low on his hips, his sweatshirt already stripped away in a heap on your bedroom floor to leave him in a cozy-looking tshirt, the fabric of it soft with wear.
“Where's the fun in that?” Stiles asks with a quiet laugh, urging you onto your back and crawling on top of you without warning. His weight settles atop your body and his nose nuzzles into the softness of your breasts over your shirt as he burrows his face into the space between them.
He's so warm. Body heat is quick to seep out from his clothes and through your own with the way he's settled heavily on top of you. It's all a little smothering, the way that his weight is making it a bit hard to breathe, your lungs not quite able to get a full inhale — but it's also grounding, the heavy blanket of warmth he provides managing to alleviate just a little bit of your anxiety.
“One of these days you're gonna hurt yourself, or worse, you might break something of mine with a flailing limb when you inevitably trip and come tumbling through the window,” You tease weakly, pinching your eyes shut as you try to push away that lingering tightness in your chest, “I'm serious. You're gonna break something and I really hope it isn't your face.”
Your fingers come up to tangle in his hair and he hums in appreciation, a content grumble rising in his throat as he settles his cheek onto the plushness of your breast like it's his own personal pillow.
His hand slips down your thigh, fingers blindly drawing little patterns around the top of your knee as he scoffs, “Oh, real exciting. Yeah, next time I'll just use the front door, like some kind of common loser. As if.”
“You are a loser.” You say quietly, the small smile in your voice not quite managing to hide the discontented sigh that slips out as your mind wanders back to the events of the day.
Stiles pushes up onto his elbows at the edge in your voice and your hands fall from his head with the movement. He frowns as his big brown eyes flick over your face in scrutiny, “What’s wrong?” He asks immediately, long brows drawn together as his lip juts out in a pout of concern.
Your eyes fall shut again and you give his biceps a squeeze even as your nose scrunches up, “Just.. Stressed. Had a really shitty day.”
He hums in understanding, sitting up to settle on his knees between your legs and draping your thighs over his own, big hands slipping underneath your hips to rub at the base of your spine. You let out a little noise of appreciation at the rough dig of his fingers massaging the muscles there, hips lifting up from the mattress just a little to give him more room.
“Oh, you like that?”
He's teasing, you know he is, but the way his grip on you tightens, the way his fingers press into the fat of your thighs so that he can tug you just a bit higher up on his own lap — it makes your breath hitch. Your sleep shirt has bunched up just above your navel and it leaves your panties exposed from the way your ass has settled over him. Your body is tilted at an angle, your hips in the air with how he's propped you up on his thighs while your knees press in on either side of his waist.
One of his hands leaves your spine to give the soft dough of your thigh a squeeze before making a slow trail up, settling his palm over the thin cotton at the apex of your thighs. His thumb presses down softly against your clit through the fabric and Stiles watches intently as you let out a breathy sigh when he draws a slow circle against you.
You still haven't dignified him with an answer, opting to pinch your lips together as his thumb slips down a little further to press into the wetness that's begun to soak through the fabric, his finger dipping in and pushing cotton into your opening with it.
“Need me to make you feel better, honey? 's that it?” Stiles asks. The grin in his voice is audible, but when you blink your eyes open to get a good look, you find him peering down at you with awe and hunger swimming in his eyes. When he catches your gaze, the corners of his lips pull up a little more and his thumb moves back to rub at your clit over your underwear, “Need me to make you a little stupid? Huh? Work some of that stress outta your head?”
Your jaw has gone a little slack with the way he's circling your bud with easy drags, knowing exactly how much pressure to use and what angle feels the best and- He asked you a question — What had been the question?
“Huh?” You ask quietly, the sound half a question and half lost to the moan working it's way up your throat.
The smile on Stiles' face goes soft and he leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek, right at the corner of your mouth. Your lips purse and your chin tips up in an attempt to meet him, but he's already leaning back so that he can watch the drag of his finger over your panties.
“You going stupid on me already, baby? I've barely gotten started.”
The circles he's been drawing slow, growing unhurried and leisurely. The movement of his thumb is agonizingly slow now and you huff in frustration and cant your hips up in a silent demand.
“Stiles.” You plead simply.
“Alright, alright,” He laughs, leaning in to press one quick kiss to your mouth before he begins to make his way further down, leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw and neck in his wake, “Settle down. I got you.”
He makes a small detour at your chest to bunch your tshirt up at your collarbones, exposing your tits so that he can leave a cluster of bites to the supple flesh. You gasp at the sharper bites, keening a little, but he's already peppering kisses over the abused skin and moving farther down. His tongue dips out between his lips, the warm wetness making you squirm a bit as he moves in a slow line down your stomach. Lower, lower. When he reaches the waistband of your panties, he hooks his fingers under the fabric and pulls just a little, exposing the sliver of sensitive skin just above your patch of trimmed curls. You gasp again at the sharp sting of his teeth when they scrape harshly over your hipbones and your hips lift up again on instinct.
Stiles takes pity on you and finally eases your underwear down your thighs. The tension is broken for a brief moment as he struggles to coax the fabric past your knees and around your ankles without dislodging you from his lap, a small huff of laughter escaping you when he curses quietly.
He rids you of the article but immediately brings your ankle up to nip at your foot in reprimand, pushing your thigh up against your stomach with the movement.
“You gonna behave?” He asks while he curls his fingers around your ankle.
“Mhm.” Your hum and the small nod of your head are paired with a coy smile.
“See, I don't know if I believe you,” Stiles says with a small laugh and an absentminded peck to your skin, his teeth scraping the bottom of your calf with his grin as he does so, “You've got that look in your eye.”
“What look?” You question curiously, a little lightheaded with the way his lips press a small line of kisses from the top of your foot all the way up to your shin and then back down again.
“The look that says you're feelin' a little bratty.” He tells you.
You scoff in indignation and his teeth nip at your ankle bone again, successful in cutting the sound off before you can say anything to the contrary.
“You gonna let me take care of you, or what?” He asks seriously, eyebrows raising a little as he fixes you with a stern look.
You nod and your eyes go a little wide at the tone of his voice, your cunt clenching with the flash of warmth that rushes down your spine.
“Good girl.” Stiles murmurs with a grin, already beginning to kiss a slow trail up from your ankle. His lips press into your skin in an irregular pattern of teeth and tongue, briefly broken up with gentle pecks as he makes his way up the length of your leg toward your naked cunt.
As he finally reaches his destination, he urges the bend of your knees over his shoulders, your legs framing his head nicely as he dips to press an agonizingly gentle kiss to your clit. You fight the jolt in your hips, making an effort to keep your muscles taught, but then he does it again, his lips parting just enough to nudge the little bud with the tip of his tongue, and you're lifting toward him without really meaning to.
“Sorry, sorry.” You're apologizing breathlessly before he can scold you, fingers curling into the duvet as you settle your hips against the mattress again.
“Atta girl.”
He kisses your clit gently again and you bite back a whine at the soft press of lips against you. His wide palms run up and down the outside of your thighs and he turns his head to where your legs are draped over his shoulders to suck softly at the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. Your brows furrow at the sting of the bruise he's leaving there but you manage to stay still and the praise he murmurs against your skin in return makes your head feel a little light.
Another small series of kisses mark his path back to where you want him most and his voice is quiet as it reaches your ears, “No more stress babe. You know I got you, right?”
“Mhm.” You agree quickly, fingers tightening around the blankets in anticipation.
“Good. Good..”
And then his mouth is on you again and you find it a little hard to breathe. He doesn't ease into it, there are no teasing licks up the length of your folds nor are there anymore agonizingly gentle kisses. His mouth closes around your clit, sucking softly, tongue laving over the bud before he's sucking again.
A weak little cry pushes its way out of you, another coming just a moment later when Stiles scrapes his teeth against you gently as he works, his tongue quick to sooth over the sensitive nub in apology. He kisses your clit like he can't get enough, licking and leaving wet little pecks only to close his lips around it again a second later.
Minutes pass. Your mouth doesn't even close between moans anymore, lips permanently parted to let out a near-constant stream of tiny whines and breathy gasps and desperate whimpers. Your whole body feels like a live-wire. The nonstop stimulation to your most sensitive muscle leaves you teetering on the edge of something earth-shattering despite it not actually managing to peak yet.
“F-ffuck,” You manage to get out, lips trembling as you look down and catch sight of the way Stiles is devouring you, the dim lamplight creating golden patches in the dark locks of his hair, his head bobbing as he works. “Stiles.. St-Stiles! 's.. 's so g-fuuck.. 's so good-”
He doesn't slow, nor does he glance up at your first real words since he started, sheer determination pushing him to continue at the same brain-melting pace.
His teeth catch against you again and you gasp sharply, the sound tearing from your dry throat as your hand shoots up to grab a fistful of his hair.
“J-jesus, nngh- God! Stiles-”
Your back arches of its own accord, hips canting toward his mouth as another choked sound drags its way out of your throat. You feel like you could come any second — have felt a little like you might come any second for the past ten minutes at least — and it's making everything a little fuzzy around the edges. Your shower-damp hair is cool against your flushed skin when you tip your head to the side against the pillows while warmth creeps along your neck and spreads down your spine. It crawls all the way to your toes as your eyes pinch shut, fighting to hide the way that they're starting to cross embarrassingly from the pleasure.
“Fuck,” You whine with a stuttered breath at the feeling of his lips closing around you again, sucking so delicately at your sensitive bud, tongue rolling against it softly within the suction of his mouth. “Fuckfuckfuuucck-”
He finally gives you a small response, a quiet, noncommittal hum that rumbles through your cunt and has your hips spasming with a thrum of pleasure. Stiles brings one hand from where it had been drawing absentminded patterns along the length of your thigh and drops it to rest over your torso instead. He firmly pushes your hips back down without ever slowing his skillful mouth and you can't hold back a quiet whimper as you're immobilized, the restless movement transferring almost immediately into a tremble in your thighs and stomach, the muscles beneath quivering and jumping under your skin.
His palm is warm and heavy where the weight of it is spread over your ribs. The width of his hand has his fingers curling around your waist while his thumb begins to drag back and forth over your tummy in long, smooth strokes. His soothing touch is a tether in the dark and you cling to it desperately, your fingers tangling tighter in his hair as you grapple for something to keep you steady amidst what's beginning to feel a little like it might be a constant, never ending orgasm.
A noise rips from you so choked off that it sounds a bit like it might've been punched out of your chest and your hips jump again. The shakes in your thighs and stomach seem to spread, your whole body beginning to quake throughout stuttered breaths that might actually be sobs.
It's then that Stiles finally peers up at you, brown eyes meeting your own and taking in the mess you've become under his minstrations. He still doesn't pause, doesn't slow, but he does raise his eyebrows in silent question as his fingertips dig into the doughy flesh at your waist.
You don't manage more than a garbled, “Yes!”
Your free hand grabs ahold of his forearm with an iron grip and a few tears actually break free and fall back into your hair when the warm fog creeps impossibly further across your body, clouding what little remained of the blurred edges of your mind. Any shreds of lucidity are gone as your eyes roll back with a high keening moan. Your hips stutter wildly now, thighs tightening around Stiles of their own accord as your never-ending orgasm seems to finally crest and send you hurtling over the edge that you've been dragging on for so long.
It's possible you black out. The next thing you become aware of is Stiles pressing loud, smacking kisses to your pelvis, the insides of your thighs, your belly and ribs, his lips are gentle against your skin as the soft sound of the kisses breaks through the fog in your head. By the time he settles on top of you, hands slipping beneath your sweat-slicked shoulders to rest his weight on his elbows underneath you, the heavy beat of your heart is a loud echo in your ears.
He's wiped his face off at some point, but his swollen lips still glisten lightly from the time spent between your thighs as you pant warm breaths against his mouth. The cool smugness that Stiles had worn before is gone and now he looks at you with nothing but adoration, chocolate brown blinking down at you as if, even flushed and sticky with sweat, you might be the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
You intend to bring a hand up to fix the wild tufts of his hair where your hands made a home earlier, but your arm feels entirely too heavy when you lift it and you hardly manage more than a brush of your fingers over his cheek before your hand falls limply to the pillow beneath your head. Stiles chuckles softly at your attempt and tangles his fingers with your own, dipping his head to press a few playful kisses to your cheeks and the tip of your nose until you reward him with a breathless laugh.
“You okay?” He checks quietly, thumb stroking over the side of your own, “Wasn't too much was it?”
“Okay,” You assure him, “Very, very okay.”
The way his sweatpants rub against your naked legs is soft when he readjusts, manhandling you onto your side so he can wrap you up in his embrace, the quilt from the end of the bed being draped over you as he settles in. His arms go around your shoulders and you curl your own around his back in return, your nose pushing into the warmth of his chest as your body continues to come down.
“Hey,” You murmur into his shirt, craning your head back to look up at him and tangling your bare legs with his as you continue, “You're big-spooning me. 'm usually big spoon.”
“Yeah. Not tonight your not.” He says easily, wide palm dragging soft up and down in the space between your shoulder blades.
His hips unconsciously nudge forward just a little and you feel the warm stiffness of his neglected cock against your hip, erection straining against his sweats where he's pressed against you. It makes you gasp almost comically.
“Wha'bout you?” You mumble in sleepy realization, batting your eyes with heavy blinks in an attempt to keep sleep from claiming you.
“Don't worry about me, alright? Seriously, I'll just jerk off in the shower later,” He tells you, fondness in his voice, “Now shut up and let me hold you.”
You hum, burrowing back into his chest contentedly, “Yes, sir.”
A quiet groan meets your ears as the soothing motions of his hand stutters, “None of that, come on.” Stiles huffs quietly, voice laced with self-deprecating laughter, “I know you know you're gonna get me worked up sayin' shit like that.”
You did know that.
Your lips pull into a grin, brain lax and floaty and sleepy. Your arms tighten around him for a moment before relaxing again, “Sorry.”
He grumbles something to the contrary as your eyes slip closed, your body finally free of the tight-coiled tension that had followed you around like a shadow all day.
Stiles Stilinski is loud and weird and passionate to degree that's concerning at times. He's bumbling and he's awkward, often to the point of it being a little adorable and entirely endearing, but then he still always manages to surprise you — With his eagerness to please. With the way he can shift into something else, someone else entirely, behind closed doors. Just for you.
That night, wrapped up in the arms of your brother's best friend you realize that, at some point along the way, after all this time, he might very well have become your best friend too. And finally, feeling warm and safe and cared for, you find yourself slipping into a blissful sleep.
𝐚/𝐧; 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭? 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐮𝐭! — 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 🤍
again, REBLOGS are important.
please have the curtesy to reblog to share/save.
#stiles stilinski x reader#stiles x reader#stiles x y/n#stiles stilinski smut#stiles smut#stiles stilinksi imagine#stiles stilinski#dylan o'brien smut#dylan o’brien smut#dylan o'brien imagine#dylan o’brien imagine#teen wolf imagine#stiles stilinski fanfiction#teen wolf smut#stiles x mccall!reader#mccall!reader#teen wolf stiles#don't tell scotty#*
2K notes
·
View notes