#caitlin clark series
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word count : 1k
warnings : cussing, smut w plot, strap
summary : caitlin went to go get groceries but you saw a post of her the made you crave her touch.
you where home alone when the ache in your stomach started to grow as your silent coos echo through the quiet apartment as your phone dialed Caitlinâs busy one.
âwhen will you be homeâ you manage to say muffeling your cryâs as you bite your lip trying to hold yourself from falling apart. your hand crept under the layer of clothes running the tip of your finger over your untouched clit.
your need for her became when you where scrolling through your camera roll finding one of your most intimate moments with her. the photo was of her and her skilled tongue circling over your desperate clit.
you reminisced over the moment of her worshiping your body and pleasing you in your favored ways. you pressed down on the photo as it was a live photo which showed you all you needed to see.
the 3 seconds that played where of Caitlinâs tongue relentlessly flicking over your wet clit regretting your choice of sending her to go get groceries for the empty fridge in yours and Caitlinâs penthouse.
it didnât take long for caitlin to return your call as you heard her deep worried voice connect as she didnât expect you to call her so soon after she left. your whines slipped out of your mouth as her deep voice echoed through the screen daydreaming about all the things you wanted her to do to you.
it didnât take her long to realize what you wanted from her. âill be home in two minutes, keep your pussy warm for meâ she coos in a whisper before she cuts the ongoing call leaving you by yourself with your thoughts.
you heard the grocery bags being dropped on the counter with Caitlinâs quick footsteps following after rushing to get to the bedroom needy to find you.
her instant smirk forming that only grew more when she sees you layed out on the bed in the red lingerie set she bought for you on her birthday that she obviously fucked you in, seeing the slight rips on the lace fabric in the spot that covered your dripping cunt.
her soft hums are replaced with chuckles as she sees how needy you are for her as she positions her body hovering over yours. she places a few kisses along your collarbone and neck before shuffling down to your lower stomach.
she unexpectedly latched her teeth to the lace of your underwear pulling it down painfully slow letting them pool at your ankles. she makes her way back up while peppers kissing between each of your inner thighs pressing a soft kiss on your folds before going back to her teasing.
âstop being meanâ you whine at her touch when she finally connects her tongue with your clit. her tongue forming perfect circles over your bundle of nerves as your toes curled from the ultimate pleasure she was giving you.
your cunt only returning filthy noises as her tongue slipped in and out of your sopping pussy. she hands found there way to your shaking legs holding them up by your head. âwant to be a good girl for mommy and hold your legs upâ she coos as you hum in response taking over the spot she held on your thighs.
âfeels so fucking goodâ you cry out as two of her fingers enter your needy hole as her moans send vibrations through your dense core. your returned with a whine by the feeling of her pulling away as she leaves the bed only to shuffle through your panties drawer looking for one thing only. her pink strap.
âgoing to fuck you so good on my cock mamaâ she mumbles before putting it on as it fit her toned abs perfectly positioning herself before you cunt as she slowly slides into you letting you adjust to her before making any sudden movements.
your hands are pinned above your head while she relentlessly pound into your sopping cunt as grunts leave her pretty mouth. âso fucking prettyâ she coos as her eyes never leave your face studying your looks before she plants a few kisses on your neck.
her large hand planted in the middle of your stomach as she feels the swift movements of her strap bouncing of your walls. âyou like when mommyâs in your stomach princess?â she says as her fingers run over the cold metal of your belly button piercing that she begged you to get because you would look oh so good with one.
âyes- love it so fucking muchâ your moans that grew louder with each thrust as your pussy clenched around her thick cock sending your brain through spirals as your lips connected with her sharp collarbone sucking on her sweet spots making little cryâs fall from her mouth.
you pull away seeing the dark formed hickey as your proud of your work looking back up to the brunette hovering over your petite body as her speed never faulted. âneed to cum caityâ your words slurring together as her pace quickened as her hand wrapped around your throat.
âgo on sweetheart, cum on my cockâ her silent pleas for your release mixed with your desperate whines when your liquids began to coat the silicone that filled you up perfectly every time. your legs wrapped tightly around her waist trying to get her as close to you as she can be.
her movements coming to a end when she slides out of your used hole making you whine at the empty feeling as she quickly goes and grabs a tissue wetting it in the sink before hurrying back to you. she held your waist down as she softly ran the Kleenex through your puffy folds making you let out a soft cry.
âyou feel better babyâ she asked even though she already knew your positive answer. you nod your head at the question before pulling her large frame to cover your body cuddling her cold body. your bodyâs pressed together never moving as you both fell asleep to the noises of you fan and the rain that poured outside.
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Pilot: High Infidelity
Summary: Caitlin and reader get into another argument, what happens when readers fav place to mourn is occupied by a familiar face? reader is pink!
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Warnings: yelling and toxic relationships
AN: Eeeee im super excited for this one, I havent really figured it out in full yet but il it will be good âŁïž expect ch1 by 6/17
Almost six years. For six years you have been dating Caitlin Clark. People would always say "your love is amazing" and that we "are absolutely adorable together." However the two of you haven't really been amazing and adorable for a while.
âFuck you Cait! Go fuck some random girl and call me when you get your shit figured out!â slamming the door on your way out, you could feel your eyes well up. You honestly didn't care. It wouldn't be the first time this hallway has seen your tears or heard you and Caitlin screaming at eachother.
Another break. Caitlin wanted another break. Probably so she could go fuck some random girl. You would've left by now, broken up with her for good, if it was anyone else, but when it was good it was so good. When it was bad Caitlin would just ask for a "break" and go no contact for a few weeks. Hard to break up with someone when you can't even reach them. Checking your texts, you noticed Cait had already blocked you. Classy.
Out of the dorm building, and into the breezy march air, you slumped into the drivers seat of your car. Letting your head rest against the steating wheel as you let it all out. "Fuck!" slamming your fist against the seat you sat back up. You felt absolutely hopeless. Putting your car in drive you backed out of the parking lot, driving a few minutes back towards your dorm before pulling into to the Menchies parking lot across from your dorm.
The Menchies has seen all of your highs and lows, especially your lows. You don't really know why its always the 24hr fro yo spot that gives you peace of mind, maybe its the pink and green tiles that line the walls, the sticky floors that make squelching noises whenever you take a step or the gentle buzz from the florescents. It was probably just the fro yo, and the saftey from running into anyone you know and having to talk about Caitlin.
However, the Menchies was unable to provide you any peace of mind tonight. Walking into the store, your puffy red eyes immediately found an equally disheveled Kate Martin. Great.
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Before / After #Arcane
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take care.
caitlin clark x reader type beat PART 2!!!!!!!!
6.2k (what the fuck)
ok. Listen!!!!!! This is long time coming and also is a disgusting amount of words and dialogue and like weird subtextual angst masked with smut honestly itâs pure delusion on a page also ending only slightly abrupt bc it was unfathomably long sorry
wasnât gonna make the sequel so in depth like ??? Howâd this one shot turn into a fic đ no Clue but all i know is that insecure sort of self deprecative caitlin clark with this soft dominance of a reader combined with two bitches who wonât admit their feelings is my crack!!!! let me know if a part 3 is even needed or if yall even care teehee
no beta simply just vibes
ANYWAYYZZZZZ love u guys sorry that i suck!!!
two weeks.
it had been two weeks since youâd texted that number with your name, a simple contact, and sheâd liked the message, and that was it.
it wasnât like things immediately changedâ you still, somehow, made your flight despite the throbbing headache that reverberated in your skull, and you still were able to make sure you didnât leave a toothbrush or a stray apple watch charger in the hotel room but, miraculously, you find a way to not mention a single thing about your one night stand until you touch down at home; manchester, connecticut.
you tell your friends all about itâ probably missing some implied understanding about ndaâsâ and pretend like it isnât that big of a deal that one of the biggest basketball players for womenâs college wasnât knuckles deep inside of you only the night before.
but itâs a big deal. and you know it is.
like her breath, fierce and rampant with each spellbinding curl of her fingers, wasnât startlingly still replaying in your mind, her mouth soaking in each warm, huff of air that you expelled in the form of a moan. like she hadnât watched as she fucked you, dark eyes somehow impossibly darker as her biceps flexed, the line of thick, corded veins that traveled her muscular arms somehow jumping with each pump of her fingers inside of you.
that the same, somehow blushing girl that stood in the elevator had regarded you like something to be challenged, like something she could fight for. something she could win.
you didnât forget a single thing. not in the way she leaned down over you as her fingers quickened their pace, the force of it eliciting grunts from caitlinâs mouth as she tore you apart, piece by piece, licking the remains as her teeth grazed over a nipple, the sensitive jut of your collarbone.
âso pretty,â sheâd murmured against your skin, almost absently, like she didnât even realize sheâd said it. âyou like that?â obviously, it went without saying that you did (very much), but really, youâd learned that she wanted to hear you say it. it was in the same way that - as sheâd recounted to you drunkenly in a hotel bar that night - she needed to hear the audience cheer. that the fans hollering and shouting was when she felt like she was on fire. it was the external validation that urged her forth, amped her up, kept her alight.
somehow, you could see exactly how it applied to her then, her eyes quick to scan over your faceâ your lips, to kiss them, before sheâd ask again, urgently, âyou like how i fuck you? huh? tell me.â
youâd nodded furiously, words tumbling past your trembling lips, ây-es, fuck, yesââ god, it wouldâve been impossible to pull more than a few words from you with how wrought you are, body unrelentingly tense, shaking and weak until sheâd coaxed another orgasm out of you, her name sounding broken on your tongue as her fingers slow, the unrelenting grind from the heel of her hand finally relaxing to ride you through it.
she was unforgivingly good with her fucking hands, youâd come to realize.
and yet, beyond all of that, much to your friends dismay, you donât call her.
no, in fact, you mute her name on twitter and block the IOWA womens basketball page because it becomes suddenly like a frenzy. sheâs everywhere, more than usual, like some sick sign from the universe and as much as it seems almost the complete opposite of how you really feel, you decide that you can never see her again.
itâs not like the sex wasnât phenomenal, or that when itâs late and your hand sneaks into your pants, your imagination doesnât always seems to conjure up tall, pretty girls with brown hair and green eyes, or that she didnât completely captivate you from the moment sheâd looked at you, dumbfounded and sheepish in an elevator with a blush staining her cheeks.
it wasnât that. in fact, it was the complete opposite.
it was because the moment youâd seen a picture of her online after the fact, looking tougher than you knew she was, youâd realized that the last place youâd seen her was from between your legs, and it felt like a fucking soul crush.
because she was beautiful, and smiling, and playing up that celebrity, all-star mentality that you knew she could back up, but that you realized wasnât her in the slightest. because now, you knew herâ sort ofâ and saw her in ways that nobody else hadâ that you knew of. more so, that sheâd learned your body in the span of a night and then just left, and somehow that just wasnât fucking fair.
there was a shroud of mystery that surrounded her, even if she belonged to the world, to her supposed boyfriend, to everyone, reallyâ way more than she ever belonged to you, even if just for a night.
so you go on about your life, and you pretend you donât notice the draft is coming, or that soon, the already well known athlete was gonna be world renowned, taking her biggest leap to play professional, and youâd be nothing to her, nothing but the girl sheâd screwed in a hotel room when sheâd gotten too drunk after the final four.
and sure, you find solace in it. but thereâs also this lingering, nagging feeling of being unfinished, like thereâs still more. there has to be more.
so, no, you donât call her.
but, somehow, you find last-minute tickets for the draftâ which, in the grand scheme of things isnât completely selfish. the moment youâd seen nika muhl and aaliyah edwards up for the league, youâd known that you were going to try for tickets. you just, probably, maybe, werenât actually expecting to hookup with the projected top number one draft pick, either.
but you did, so, you buy them anyway.
you let your friends tease you for picking a dress thatâs sorta slutty and for spending more time than you should doing your makeup at whatever hotel you picked in boston, only a few blocks from the draft.
all in all, it goes exactly how you expect. caitlin gets number one draft, which only slightly makes you antsy in your seat, thinking about the fact that she doesnât know youâre there, that she doesnât know you saw her win big and that she possibly couldâve been thinking about anyone fucking else. your favorites, nika muhl and aaliyah edwards, get teams that youâre more than happy to celebrate, and watch paige bueckers and azzi fudd get shoutout after shoutout. itâs good, itâs funâ but fuck it.
you think you miss her. maybe just her fingers, or her mouth, but you realize in a weird swell of recognition as the guests are ushered out, your head spinning back every few moments to see if you can catch a glimpse of her, that you do.
you miss the cait youâd metâ you just didnât know the one that sat in the room now.
then, itâs all sorta funny, in a way, considering the situation you find yourself in once everyone begins to disperse, limos and SUVâs pulled up and parked outside of the venue, crowds of fans standing around the barricades to sit for their favorite athletes to pile out of the doors, to go to some super elite, exclusive party that you knew you had no place at.
you donât expect any special treatment, and you donât expect a text or a callâ which is good, because they donât come.
no, actually, they donât come until later.
later, after youâd spent the rest of the night in a nearby bar with a couple of girls youâd met leaving the draft. theyâre funny and theyâre nice, gushing about the picks, talking miles a minute about all their favorites and making you pretend that the tequila doesnât burn just a tiny bit more when they mention caitlinâs name.
it doesnât come until youâre showered, dressed in sweats and pleasantly drunk, scrolling through the shitty channels when your phone buzzes once, then twice, then three times and it almost makes you click the lock button, shove it over in assumption of your friends bothering you about an unsuccessful night to woo a pro athleteâ but then it happens again.
you canât really decipher what makes you look at the random assortment of numbers and it suddenly click. maybe it was because youâd spent the past few weeks in a complete back and forth, scanning over a crumpled napkin with the name âcaitâ and these specific numbers beside it.
you know who it is, and despite yourself, your heart catches in your throat.
âhello?â
âyou made it.â her voice is deeper than you remember, and it doesnât fail to make your cheeks burn almost immediately. fuck.
âhuh?â you play dumb, mostly because itâs more embarassing to admit that youâd came all this way for this, for the slim possibility that sheâd fucking notice.
âtonight, i mean. you- i didnât knowâ i didnât know you were coming.â you stay silent, because what else is there to say? had she seen you?
but she continues, âyou shouldâve told me.â and then, âi, uhâ i wouldâve liked to see you.â
sheâs pathetic, and so are you. a hand comes up to shove back your hair from your face, breath increasing only slightly. âi have a hotel, like, smack in the middle of boston if youâre⊠like, if this is an offer.â
now, sheâs silent. thereâs a shuffle on the other end, a murmur of a voice that you donât recognize, before sheâs back, her voice closer, softer. âyeah. yeah, iâd, uh, iâd like that.â
you open your mouth to say something, probably alcohol fueled and embarassed, but sheâs speaking now, a bit quicker, âjust text me, yeah?â
then the phone clicks, and for half a second, you stare at the home screen as if this couldnât possibly be fucking real.
but it is, miraculously, and god, it makes you kind of fucking horny to think that sheâs willing to see you at half past three in the morning, so your fingers fly over the keyboard in record timeâ a pin being dropped through imessage with a confirmed ping.
itâs fucking go time after that.
you find the lacy, practically nonexistent underwear youâd brought, forgo a bra entirely, and try to find something a little less boring than your sweatsuit, before you realize with a sickening realization that the revealing dress youâd worn for the draft was the outfit youâd expected to see her in, and as much as you cared, you kinda fucking didnâtâ sheâd been inside of you, by now. clothing didnât seem as pressingly urgent as it would otherwise.
itâs only about twenty minutes before she texts you, a simple âhereâ. you send a brief message, just the number of your hotel room, and pretend like your heart doesnât practically pound out of your chest for each passing moment, eyes flickering from the door, to the window outside, the city bustling even at a time like this.
she knocks only twice, and it startles you enough that it takes your breath away.
the moment the door swings open, itâs like a wave of calm washes over you, a weird sense of solace that you hadnât realized she could offer, mostly due to the fact that before you stood the caitlin youâd remembered from all those weeks ago, after final four. not the exquisitely dressed, superstar youâd seen earlier that night, in shades and clothing that you could never afford with an attitude you didnât recognize.
instead, she stands before you at her startling height, in sneakers, sweats and a windbreaker, a hood over her head and her hands tucked into her pockets. once again, looking impossibly small for someone of her stature and it takes all thatâs within you to not kiss her right there.
âyou got here quick.â you mention, still only slightly breathless as she offers a smile that resembles more of a smirk than anything else.
âi was scared youâd fall asleep,â and it sounds as sheepish as it makes you feel.
you step back, let her walk in and inhabit the space, only slightly making your palms sweat to have her here, in front of you again.
you decide to take the initiative to plop onto the bed, looking up at her as you toy with a stray string from your hoodie, âi wasnât gonna fall asleep,â you retort, looking up at her, catching a glance that you donât break, âcongrats on top draft pick.â
now, sheâs blushing, shaking her head and pursing her lips, âstill feels unreal, dude.â she murmurs, looking down at her feet before slowly, her movements unsure, she sinks onto the bed next to you. âyouâre unreal.â you say quietly, smirking at her, because you know how sheâd cringe at it, scrunches her face before shaking her head. âgod, not by a long shot.â
you open your mouth to say something else, maybe tease her about it, but she clears her throat quietly, âbut i donât, uh- wanna talk about that right now?â she offers a mirthless laugh, âis that stupid?â
she turns to look at you, and it happens to only be a couple centimeters from your face once you look up, shake your head âthen we donât have to.â you agree quietly, and itâs impossible to miss the way her eyes flicker down at your lips, back up to your face, and itâs equally as impossible to ignore the flip you get in your stomach before you surge forward to kiss her.
she kisses the same, tastes like what you remember, if not marked by whatever cocktails she mustâve had, whatever liquor still sat on your own breath, and it washes over you greedily that you do fucking want herâ more than whatever you tried to convince yourself of during the past two weeks, more than what youâd downplayed to your friends.
âbeen thinking about you,â it comes out rushed, murmured against caitlinâs lips, shakily from your own mouth as she lets out a slow, wanton breath. you turn to crawl up on your knees, swinging over her hips to push her back against the bed.
she makes a noise like it stems from disbelief, almost like denial, but doesnât pull away, not even once as her hands, fingers long and palms wide, spread beneath your sweatshirt, span across the expanse of your back and grasp.
âi did,â you insist between breathless kisses, foreheads pressed together hard as her hand races up the front now, over your stomach, palm your breasts and elicit a pitchy gasp from the immediate contact of her cold hands to your sensitive nipples, âevery fucking day.â
âshut up,â she denies it again, which only slightly irks you because as cliche as it felt to say during a makeout, itâs not like you would lie about how much youâve craved thisâ or more specifically, her.
you try to really expand on the thought, but it becomes almost impossible when her lips attach to your jaw, suckling until her teeth are teasing the sensitive, thin skin beneath your ear, and you make a noise too embarrassing to recount before you can gather your words. ââŠmissed you.â
caitlin makes a noise in her own throat, something between a growl and a groan as she arches her hips up slightly to press against you, before she shakes her head, pulling back only to look up at you from your position on her lap with this sick, almost torturous gaze. her eyes are lidded and feverbright, cheeks pink, and lips glossy, kiss-bitten.
âyou shouldnât think about me.â it comes out quick with her breath, her thumbs still slow in the circles they rubbed around your nipples, making your head arch back with a whimper before you swallow hard, her words almost too quiet to hear, ânot worth it to think about.â
the admission surprises you, âfuck off, clark.â you snort, the words fall lazily out of your mouth, âso humble, huh?â
she gets hot at that, and you can tell from the way her face is pressed into your neck, the way a heat radiates from her cheeks right at that moment that makes your stomach swirl, your own hands coming up to tangle into her hair.
ââŠiâm serious.â she insists, still mouthing against the same area of skin that you knew would be bruised, and pretend like her totally incognito, self deprecative words werenât somewhat confusing and worrying you.
she was fucking perfect, didnât she realize that? how could she not when practically everyone else in the world thought the same? maybe you were being dramatic or maybe you were just horny, but it felt achingly real in the moment that she knew that, even if she wouldn't listen, even if you'd have to show her instead.
âcait, iâm fucking serious.â you counter now, using the hands in her hair to tug, exploring the reaction that it elicits, which is something that apparently caitlin enjoys by the soft whine that jumps from her throat, the way her breath quickens, the wide eyed look she gives you.
it makes your head spin, your thighs clench involuntarily. she seems so fucking innocent, and yet, all knowing at the same time.
âis that⊠bad?â you continue, your own head ducking to latch your lips against her neck, feeling her pulse jump beneath your teeth, âthat i⊠touched myself and thought of you?â maybe it was the cocktails or the fact that this could be the last fucking time you see her, but itâs like word vomitâ every thought and emotion that comes to you is spoken without hesitation, and apart of you wonders where youâd gotten such newfound bravery.
caitlin must be wondering too.
ânot bad,â it comes out of her weak, weaker than she is right now, melting under your mouth and the tight grasp you have on her dark hair, the way each strand twines around your fingers to where even the most minuscule move of your fingers elicit a huff or a sigh, âitâs⊠fucking hot, what the fuck.â
it fuels you, in some way, to hear her validation. for some reason, you donât try to hold off much longerâ your own sweatshirt is being pulled off in record time, tangled in your arms momentarily and flung across the room as you go to reach for hers, âoff?â you hum in the midst of the movement, to which she nods, quickly, obedient and yet, so unruly.
she was a dichotomy of everything she stood for. a shy girl pretending to be a superstar, and yet, even in moments like this, quiet and intimate, it felt like a superstar pretending to be shy. you knew just how easily she could unload, dominate the situationâ pin you down by your wrists and eat you out within an inch of your life, because she had.
but now, sheâs relenting, and it makes something within you burn, strengthening wildly to try and tame that beast that you knew sat fervent beneath her skin, to try and prove that caitlin didnât always have to be caitlin clark, she could just be this.
just a pretty girl you wanted to fuck.
besides, maybe you were making up for lost time, returning favors youâd been too drunk and blissed out to give the first time around when sheâd finished you off with fucking ease.
as soon as sheâs exposed, her black sports bra yanked off with little effort to reveal her breasts beneath, pale and dotted with freckles, a red line from the band of it standing starkly against it, you find your mouth lowering to suckle on a spot near her nipple, teasing against the bud and licking gently at the skin until you hear her breath increase, breaking only slightly into a whine that makes you swallow hard.
you pull away, just to look at herâ dark eyebrows furrowed, focused in a concentration that you can only discern as someone fighting for the need to control, to dictate, to display the same use of her strategic authority that sheâs used time and time again on the court.
you decide in that moment, that you wonât let her.
âlet me take care of you?â it comes out softer than you mean it to, and you can see the trust building within her, slow to register as safeâ and you donât blame her.
you both are practically strangers, knowing nothing of each other than drunken conversation that had turned too deep, nothing but the sound the other made when they came, the faces they made. it was intimately unfamiliar, and perhaps thatâs where caitlin had found the solace.
maybe she knew that at this point in her career she wouldnât have normalcy. it was practically impossible for any person knowledgeable in sports to not know her, or even just of her. to a further degree, even most, with the exception of being well versed in womenâs sports, had at least heard of her, and that was simply a piece of herself that had been taken, one sheâd never be able to retrieve.
but this, this might be the one standing, single piece of lucidity and realness that was hersâ locked away in a hotel room in a city unfamiliar to the both of you, and itâs enough.
itâs enough for now.
âyou wouldnât even text me back.â she counters, but itâs clear in her tone, regardless of how ragged, that itâs to prod at you, and it works.
âshut up.â you murmur as you press your hands to her shoulders, push her back against the bed to straddle her fully as you brush your thumb over her abused nipple, reddened and too easy to bruise. she moans when you press on it, and it elicits a smirk to your face thatâs impossible to hide. âyouâre here now, arenât you?â
for some reason, it causes a sad sort of smirk to her face thatâs impossible to miss, regardless of how quickly she covers it with an exhale of want, one that you know isnât feigned, âwhere else would i be?â
thereâs a million answers to that. press, interviews, sleeping, with her fucking boyfriend, but you settle for a small smile, âgood point.â
you hope it centers her a little when the bruising press of your fingers translate into something gentler, more of a caress against her chest that you trail up to her face, and it almost twists something inside of you to see the way her face relaxes, leans against it as if it was some type of treatment or medicine to some ailment you werenât aware of.
you go to pull away, to begin working at the ties on her sweatpants to unwravel her even more, lost in the softness of the moment and yet still blinded by the hazy lust until she speaks, quiet and barely there.
âdid you really think about me?â
it stuns you for half a second, because the simple confession hadnât registered to you as something sheâd recall, something sheâd look to expand upon.
but youâd always been honest, brutally so.
âyeah,â you say it as if it was obvious, when truly it wasnât, and more so, probably wasnât reciprocated, âi had fun,â a gross understatement, a weak replacement for all that you really wanted to say. then, if not a bit more revealing of your inner voice, âdidnât you?â
caitlin makes a noise that resembles a huff, but itâs not impatient, itâs honest. you wonder how often she gets to do that. âyou know i did.â it comes out like an admission of guilt, under her breath, yet her eyes are unrelenting as they are sincere and it makes your eyebrows lift.
it makes your breath halt slightly, âis⊠not having fun in your contract or something?â you lace it with a quiet chuckle, mostly because you donât want to make it too deep, too revealing to ask, but part of you thinks itâs expanded beyond that already, had been since she'd called you at three in the morning, just to say that she'd seen you, that she wanted to see you again.
her hands rise from her sides to rest against your thighs, and the touch is welcome, one that you relax into before she manages a half smile, âmight as well be.â
but then, you see that surge of confidence again, something in her eyes glimmering as she squeezes at the skin of your thighs, hard, but your eyes remain fixed, even as hers drop, almost shy in her show of strength. âitâs why⊠iâve thought about you like, everyday since... final four?â
that certainly makes your breath halt, invoking a reaction in your stomach and between your legs that you choose to ignore as you swallow, thumb still slow in its brush against her cheek.
âyeah?â it comes out of you rough, and she grants you with a nod as a response, then, after only a moment, she whispers, an echo to your words from before. âso... is it bad that i missed you too?â
âgod, shut up.â you repeat again, as if somehow that was a valid response to being told such a thing by a girl youâd only had met twice, by a girl you knew nothing about.
you wanna ask her a million questions, know anything and everything: ask her if sheâs actually into girls, if sheâs actually into her boyfriend. mainly, if sheâs actually into this pedestal that sheâd been thrust into, if the fame was too much, maybe if it was never enough.
but you settle for shutting her up for now, because you can see the way her chest rises and falls rapidly, can hear the strain that it took to admit, and you realize, selflessly, that maybe you wonât let yourself ask for more.
not now, anyway.
instead, you lean up, uncharacteristically tender as you slide your lips against hers, feels the way she relents against you, slow and subservient.
âcan i show you how bad i missed you?â your fingers tease the edge of her sweatpants, and she lets out a creaking groan, head tilting back and eyes closing as if in exasperation, before she nods. âplease.â
you get right to work.
it takes only a little bit of adjustment to get her pants off of her long legs, to reveal the simple pair of black boy shorts that she wore, before you can finally tease a finger against the soaked fabric, reveling in the wetness that you knew matched your own.
her hips jump up, caged in only by your legs as you arch your middle finger, riding the knuckle against her heat, watching the way her face twists only slightly, lips parted in silent noises that you wish you could beckon out of her.
it is fun, you realize in the back of your mind, to pull her apart like this. without the inebriation clouding your mind from the last time, you feel almost startlingly cognizant of your own movements, of her reactions.
when you finally pump your middle finger into her, you notice the way her stomach and abs flex involuntarily, the way her voice pitches up and almost keens in her throat, catching with every stuttered inhale.
when you lean down to press your lips against the slickness of her cunt, press the pad of your tongue to her clit, she says your nameâ loud. itâs something mixed between a whine and a plead, long, dexterous fingers tangling into your hair and holding on tight.
you devour her, tongue slow to slide against her slick folds, to feel the surge of wetness spill out around your fingers, mixed with your own saliva. you drink her in like sheâs a potion, or an elixir, something that you swear you can find and savor if you just go deeper, harder.
it isnât until you feel her thighs tense, clamping around your head as she lets out a sound close to a gasping breath, marked with a moan that makes your head spinâ she sounds so fucking desperate, and youâre bound and determined to give her exactly what she wants. what she deserves, really.
she comes on your fingers, in your mouth, and you relish every bit of it, quick to clean up the excess with fervor. sheâs sensitive still, her breath huffing out whenever you breach too close to her clit, but youâre gentle. thatâs what this was all about, right?
itâs quiet after the storm, your wrist sore and mouth wet as you sit up a bit, eyes careful to observe how hard her chest rises and falls. the way her hair, having fallen from its loose bun, sat in messy waves around her face, nothing like the impeccably straightened strands youâd seen at the draft, and it sort of makes you smile in an off handed way that you canât explain, especially not when she opens her eyes finally to look at you.
âquit.â she says, and thereâs a smile, tired and breathless, teasing at her own mouth as the hand that had fisted your tangled locks finally released, dragging down the side of your head to push your chin away lightly,
you canât help but snicker, raising a brow, âwhat?â she rolls her eyes, and you repeat yourself, this time with a snort, âsorry, youâre justâ you just look pretty like this.â
itâs hard to pretend that something inside of you doesnât wince when her smile drops slightly, and you pretend like it isnât uncommon to compliment the stranger you just ate out with such sincerity and honesty.
sheâs slow when she says it, â...you always look pretty.â and it sounds wistful, murmured in a way that you canât help but flush a bit at, as you roll your eyes now as if to return the favor, âyouâve only seen me twice, drunk, in sweats.â
but for some reason, that makes her smile return and for half a second, you let yourself pretend.
that maybe, this random series of hookups between you two werenât fueled by some weird attraction slash escapism slash secret infidelity that had to be shared between you, or tucked away from the world. for half a second, she wasnât caitlin clark, womenâs basketball superstar, future member of the indiana fever.
she was cait, a girl youâd met at a bar that youâd hooked up with who just happened to see you again, and maybe, if you were a little dumber, and maybe a bit drunker, youâd admit to yourself that thereâs a part of you that likes her, and each time youâd thought about her in the past few weeks, it had become achingly apparent.
but, youâre smarter than that, and definitely not drunk enough, so you pretend that her next words donât make your heart skip multiple beats, as if it doesnât cause a flutter in your chest.
âstill,â she scoffs, and sheâs sitting up a little, her hand having laid lazily against her stomach, reaches over to grasp your wrist, almost absently, âplus, i saw you earlier tonight, in that dress?â
it shouldnât make you almost stunned into silence, but it fucking does.
âsorryâ not to like, be weird and say i was looking for you but, i dunno, i justâ i remember you saying something about UCONN, so i just assumed you'd be therââ
youâre kissing her before even you can register what sheâs saying, or why she says it all in this shy, almost sheepish tone that fills you with a flood of endorphins, butterflies being set alight inside of you.
âgod, youâre soâŠâ youâre not sure where youâre going with it, but you canât help the way your hand comes up to hold the side of her face, dip your thumb against her bottom lip as if to make her taste herself, all as your eyes watched, lidded and fixed.
then, you exhale, only a whisper, âiâm gonna get you in trouble.â you manage to say, despite the very obvious fact that watching her suck on your finger is doing unspeakable things to you, before you drag the wet digit out, her bottom lip pulling only slightly.
âwith who?â she says it almost as if you both know the answer, both thinking about the multitude of bigger names and bigger people who had long since been the determinant in caitlinâs careerâ at least from the little that you knewâ and it lapses you both in a measured silence.
until she speaks, and itâs quiet, and sincere. âyouâre just like⊠the only thing in my life right now that has nothing to do with basketball.â
it's a compliment, wrapped up in something a lot more sad, a lot more sincere. it shouldnât make you want to hug her, but it does, so, you do.
your arms twine around her neck slowly, your face lowering to bury against her neck, just beneath her chin, and you can feel her chest vibrate slightly with a chuckle or a laugh, before her arms are around you, squeezing you tight, âdonât go all sappy on me, dude.â she murmurs, but itâs present in the way she doesnât pull from it, or really, the way she fucking clutches onto you, almost desperately, that you pretend once again that this doesnât mean anything. that this is traditional, hookup behavior, and that once she leaves this hotel room, everything will shift right back into place.
a place where caitlin clark gets to be caitlin clark and you get to be you, and thereâs no overlap.
except, that doesnât happen.
no, instead, once you pull away from the hug she kisses you again, hungrier this time, her hands sliding from your back to your hips so she can hook fingers in the edge of your panties, urging you to sit up on your knees so she can pull them down.
instead, she lets you ride her thighâ both hands firm and strong, her own biceps lfexing to keep you glued to her thick, muscle corded thigh, your cunt unforgivably wet as she dragged your hips down, over and over.
your head tips forward to press to her forehead, and she kisses you through each desperate cry that escapes your lips, the friction and slide becoming wetter, slicker by the moment, drawing these high pitched noises from your throat that you know caitlin is drinking in, all while she murmurs to you in this soft little voice, âshow me good it feels, lemme hear you.â
in the end, you both pass out there, somewhat in a laying position as caitlin lays on her back, arms loosely wrapped around you, whoâs laying stomach down atop of her, a thigh lazily hiked up to hang against her hip, your face pressed into her neck.
itâs fucking bizarre when you think about it.
how you both had talked more than you ever had before, and when you look back on it in the morning, nothing but a ghostly reminder of her presence by the sheets that lay strewn about, the undeniable smell of sex and sweat that still hung in the air, you pretend like you donât realize just how little you still knew about her, and just how much that you wished you knew.
you also pretend like you donât miss her, or that when youâre gathering your clothes to check out, a soreness in your body unlike one youâve really ever felt, youâre practically stunned to see her faded, gray, IOWA shirt, thrown lazily over the desk chair that makes you wonder just how accidental it was for her to leave it.
you wear it anyway,
it isnât until you make it back to connecticut, making up some excuse for your friends as to how you hadnât been able to meet up with caitlin, how sheâd been too busy anyway and youâd spent the night drinking at a bar, that maybe, just maybe, there was a part of you that wanted to keep her protected, confidential.
maybe it was the post-sex fueled lust that wanted you to keep it close to your chest, a dirty secret only for you to enjoy, or maybe it came from somewhere softer, somewhere that remembered how caitlin had such little privacy, that it almost hits you like a pang just how much you wanted her to still have that, even if it was at the expense of not seeing your friends faces when you told them that you guys had hooked up, again. even if she'd never know that you didn't say a word.
fuck it. itâs the least you could do.
you try not to think about her for days really, not until youâre doing laundry and come across the grey t-shirt, deciding only then that youâd pull up your goddamn bootstraps and finally send a message.
itâs cheeky, the wrinkled t-shirt thrown on over your underwear, leaving your thighs on display and the peek of a hip that you know is intentional before you snap a picture, sending it with little hesitation, and subsequently throwing your phone afterwards at the bed.
âyou left somethingâ
cc loved your message, âyou left somethingâ
âi knowâ
âguess iâll have to come get it backâ
itâs stupid, you know it is, but it makes you smile, typing with an urgency only known when texting back the pretty girl you like, before you send it, bottom lip teased between your teeth.
âhow close are you to connecticut?â
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Ê pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader
Ê word count: 2.6k words
Ê warnings: RPF!! angst, creepy!stalker-ish!classmate, harassment, some fluff at the end
Ê ri speaks: okay so i literally just dropped part one and the masterlist and right after i literally wrote this part! i literally pulled this series out of my ass last nightâŠpardon my french. so i finished the masterlist and first part last night and so far, the feedback im getting is really good soâŠyay!âșïž anyways, this part is a little dark? but trustttt it will be resolved soon.
Part 2
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You desperately wanted to crawl back into bed, get back under the cool covers, and just lie there until the world ended. Or until Kate got home. Either way, you wanted to be anywhere but class.
Something about today was so off. You woke up and did your routine like any normal day. Kate left earlier than you but came back right before you left. You left her breakfast or lunch, whatever she decided to classify it as on the counter, and said you'd see her later at practice. That was 3 hours ago.
But today you had an exam in your anatomy class. This class was easy but you just did not want to be there because of Nick. Ever since a couple of days ago when you told Kate what went down between him and Gabbie, he's been relentless in getting the details of "your and Kate's relationship." You didn't want to tell him it wasn't Kate because you'd rather have to pretend to date her than anyone in California. Especially the girls you knew.
Something about Nick was off so you weren't going to pick a random girl in your following on Instagram. Knowing him, he'd probably stalk the poor woman. You just wanted to skip this class altogether. You hoped this line in the coffee shop on campus would move faster to possibly find a seat where other people could fill in around you before he could.
"Hey!" You turned your head, pulled one airpod out of your ear, and smiled at the brunette next to you. Her name was Juliana and you had class with her in like ten minutes.
"Oh, my god, hi!" You put the AirPod back in its case, abandoning the tranquility for the rest of whatever conversation was going to ensue.
"Not to be nosy or get in your business, and I really don't want to make you uncomfortable, but that guy over there keeps staring at you." She pointed her finger, subtly, in the direction behind her. You got to be fucken kiddingâŠNick. "He's been saying things to people in anatomy, saying you guys are talking, and how he doesn't like how you're too close to Kate. Or something like that, it's all unclear. But I found it weird and thought you should know." Her face looked genuinely concerned. Her eyes went soft as she looked at your expression change from friendly to somewhat terrified.
"Oh, my god. Thanks for telling me. I don't even know him. He's asked me out a couple of times but I rejected him. Who is he telling? Do a lot of people know?" You asked her. Your hands started to get clammy, as you started to move to the pick-up counter, your name being called; your drink ready.
"I honestly have no idea, but if anyone asks just tell them you're in a relationship." Juliana suggested, unsure of how to handle the whole situation.
"Yeah, I thought he'd leave me alone when my friend Gabbie had said I was seeing someone already. He automatically assumed it was my best friend Kate." You really thought this was behind you. This was probably the bad feeling you've been feeling all day.
"Oh, so you're not dating Kate?" Juliana asked, her face lightening up.
"No, but she said she was okay with going along with it to keep him away from me. Why? You like her?" You had no idea she swung that way. She usually talked about boy drama whenever you guys did group work in your class.
"Uh, no. But if she decides to start seeing someone and needs to drop the whole "fake girlfriend" thing, you can definitely ask me. I'm happy to help." She smiled warmly at you. You were very grateful for her willingness to help.
"Oh, okay. Thank you so much!" Her friend then called her over, and you both said goodbye. You had already made it to your class. Juliana keeping you company the whole way. You walked in and took a seat, pulling out your phone. You figured you could text Kate and let her know that if Juliana was willing to help, you'd relieve her of her duties. You also wanted to catch her up on what the hell went down in the coffee shop.
"you will not believe what just happened..."
almost instantly, her response bubble popped up.
"omg, what?"
"a friend in my anatomy class came up to me in better buzz and told me some guy was staring at me"
"what guy? are you okay?"
"and the guy was Nick!"
"oh..."
"apparently he's telling people me and him are talking but doesn't like how me and you are so close"
"wtf. are you serious?"
"did you tell her that me and u were together?"
"ab that...she said she would be down to be my "girlfriend" if I needed it. so I was thinking I would just tell ppl that me n her are together, so that way you're not dragged into this mess lol"
"Oh."
"okay for sure."
"I gtg. I'll see you later at practice!"
"alright, see you later. love you!"
" 'bear <3 loved "alright, see you later. love you!" "
Usually, she said it back. You, Kate, and all the girls got in the habit of saying 'love you' to one another because it was true. You all loved each other so dearly. None of you had shame in how you felt about one another and how close you held each other to your hearts. But you just decided to brush it off, she was probably just super busy.Â
You honestly had no idea why your mind told you to read into everything she's been saying and texting you, lately. I was seriously getting unhealthy with how much you worried about what she thought about you. You were lost in thought before someone took a seat next to you. Assuming it was Juliana because she was just outside with her friends, you turned to tell her that if she was down to be your "girlfriend." You were pretty startled to see it wasn't her but Nick instead.Â
"So, how have you been?" He asked. Something about him seemingly so off. You didn't like the feeling you got around him at all. You noticed his gaze following you out of the shop with Juliana ten minutes ago. You looked around the room, the spots in the class filling up quickly. You saw Juliana walk in, but before you could get her attention, Nick moved into your line of sight and prevented anyone from coming between you two.Â
"Uh, good?" You looked down at your phone trying to find anything to keep you looking as uninterested as possible.Â
"That's it? Nothing else to say to me?" He seemed to be growing more irritable with the short responses.Â
"I don't know what you want me to say, I didn't want to talk to you anyway." You looked at him, wishing he'd go away. You didn't want to say it out loud and catch the attention of everyone around you.Â
"Oh, now that's not nice. That's no way to talk to your boyfriend." He said, a weird smile encroaching on his lips. You did not like this at all. You were genuinely starting to get scared. You pulled up Juliana's number, thankful you asked for it last week so you could send her the notes she missed.Â
"911. he's starting to really freak me out."Â
You sent the message and immediately Nick asked who you had been texting. "Can you please, for the love of god, leave me alone? I'm seeing someone." The smirk on his face dropped, a cold stare being directed right at you.Â
"No, you're not. You're seeing me."Â
"No, she's not you creep. She's my girlfriend." Juliana then sat on the opposite side of you, staring Nick down. Nick's face flushed, his eyes looking at a few people who had turned around to see what was going on. She placed a hand on your leg.
It wasn't long after your exam and when the class was dismissed that Nick approached you again. He tried to talk to you, you just want to get straight to the Carver stadium. No students that weren't on the team or staff weren't allowed in. You just needed to get there as quickly as possible.Â
"Hey! Stop ignoring me." Nick semi-shouted at you. You had put both airpods in, trying to tune him out. It wasn't until he tried to grab your arm and pull you back from walking away from him that you turned around ready to blow up before your saving grace came up to both of you.Â
"Hey, man! Watch the fuck out. I don't know who you think you are but you are not gonna put your hands on my friend like that. Not like that, not now, and not ever." Hannah, with the hand she had placed on his arm to throw it off you, pushed him back a little before putting her arm around your shoulder and walking away from him. "That was fucking weird. You know that guy?" She looked back to see if he was still there, and indeed he was. Watching you both walk in the direction towards the arena.Â
"No, actually. He's a fucking creep who asked me out a couple of times and took it horribly. He's been harassing me for a little. He was staring at me while I was getting coffee before my class like two hours ago." You said, calming down significantly since Hannah showed up. But your stomach was still uneasy and you really did not want to go to that class tomorrow or ever until he was gone and far away from Iowa City.Â
"Yeah, don't walk around campus alone anymore. I'll come to find you after everyâwhat class is this?"Â
"Anatomy."Â
"Okay, after every one of your anatomy classes, I'll come to find you and we can go to practice together. Do you have friends that know what classes you have and can walk you?" Now that you think about it, Juliana was in a lot of your classes. She wanted to do nursing so most classes you had in the week, were with her.Â
"Yeah, funny story. The girl that's pretending to be my girlfriend to keep that guy away, which he obviously doesn't give a damn about, is in a lot of my classes. And it works out because the ones she's not in, Kate takes me because they're on her way." You smiled at the tall girl, grateful.Â
"Okay, good. I don't want you getting stalked and possibly worse because of that guy. You should report him before it gets too bad." Hannah suggested, and rightfully so.Â
"Yeah, I will. Thanks again, Hannah."
The girls' practice was going well. Until it wasn't.Â
"Hey, you got a minute?" You were organizing gauze and wraps in the med bag behind the bench before you looked up and saw Kate holding her nose.Â
"Yes, of course, Kate. Another one?" You looked at the girl as she walked around the bench and you handed her a towel. She broke her nose every year, you and Caitlin swore on it. You grabbed some gauze squares and put them in each nostril, to absorb as much blood as possible before you completely ruined the towel.Â
"Don't tilt your head back. It could cause clots." You knew she already knew that with how prone Kate was to bloody noses. But it never hurts to refresh her mind, as it is instinct to stop the bleeding.Â
"Yeah, thanks." You and Kate stood there while the bleeding stopped. "Alright, I think I'm good." She said a small smile on her face. You saw some blood on her shirt, grabbing the small bottle of peroxide in the bag, and a small gauze pad, you tried to soak as much of it out so it was easier for her when she did laundry. Suddenly your phone started buzzing. A new notification every second.Â
"Jeez, who is blowing up your phone?" Kate asked, as she looked at your screen lighting up and watching the notifications pop up one by one.
"I don't know. Can you check?" You asked as you tried to get the last spot of blood off her clothes.Â
"It's Instagram. Someone named Nick? Is it that same Nick guy Hannah said harassed the fuck out of you today?" She set your phone down. Your stomach immediately churning. You were honestly getting the creeps.Â
"Oh my god. She told you?" You asked as you looked into Kate's eyes. Both of yours mirroring each other. The same worried look.Â
"Yeah, and I'm glad she did. You need to say something. Or I can if you're not comfortable." Kate suggested. Now six more new notifications popped up, all from Nick. "I'll block him for you." She said, picking up your phone but stopping to look at you. Her eyes silently asking if that was okay with you.
"Yeah, please." You sighed as you threw the gauze squares away, putting the peroxide back before watching Kate block Nick. On your main and spam account. You have no idea how he found you; your name isnât in the usernames. You really should go private and change your message settings. "Alright lemme check your nose though, to make sure it's not broken." There was absolutely no need to do this. You knew it was probably just a simple elbow or ball to the face. You both would've known if it was broken.Â
"Alright." She sat on the bench, signature manspread. Good lord. You stood between her legs, putting pressure on different parts of her nose, checking for any indication of pain. It was a little tender but that was obvious, and so was you making an excuse to keep Kate a little longer. I mean, could she blame you? You haven't seen her much in the last couple of days. Late practices you missed for studying for your exam, her leaving earlier than you and by the time you get home she's either asleep or visiting her nephew. You missed your best friend.
You could see her looking at you as you checked. Your eyes meet once or twice, small giggles escaping your lips every time. Her eyes dropping to your lips occasionally, watching your tongue poke out a little as you focused on the task at hand. That made her giggle too. "Okay, bear. You're good." You kissed the top of her head and patted her shoulder before she stood up and ran back to the court.Â
"If I roll my ankle, do I get a cute nickname and a kiss too?" Caitlin shouted as she pretended to throw herself on the ground. You laughed at her antics loudly before nodding your head and yelling yes. You laughed harder as she pretended to limp towards you.Â
"Yeah, I'm gonna need like ten kisses to make this unbearable pain go away."Â She fakes winced as she took a seat in the spot Kate was previously in, resting her "injured" foot on the chairs next to her.Â
"Oh for sure, Cait." You laughed.
Suddenly, Sydney, Kylie, Jada, and Gabbie, hobbled over pretending to be injured to get their kisses too. "You need one too, Coach Bluder?" You shouted after you made your way through half the lineup. You made the assistant coaches laugh, including Coach herself. The practice was better after that, but you just couldn't shake the events from today off.Â
Maybe another movie night with Kate would fix this. A lot of ice cream must be eaten tonight. Just one night, peaceful, and Nick free.
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Showing Up (Hesitation Series) - CC
Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader
Hesitation Series
Summary: Caitlin shows you how serious she is by showing up
Warnings: none
Work Count: 750
Hesitation Series
Sweetbans Masterlist
AN: Clarky and Carson are my favorite!
You were in panic mode when you called Caitlin.
"Hi," Caitlin says with a smile on her face. She couldn't help but smile every time you called her. If she was being honest, she was about to head into practice and shouldn't be answering your call at all but here she is.
"Caitlin I need your help," you say frantically.
"Hey, you're okay, just breathe," she says knowing you probably won't do as she says but she tries anyways. "What do you need?"
You tell her how you aren't going to make it in time to pick Carson up from school and your mom is out of town. Caitlin immediately tells you that she is on her way and to not worry. The second you hear that, you begin to calm.
Caitlin lets one of the coaches know what is going on and that she will be back. They understand and she is off. She would have gone regardless if they agreed with it or not, she was not about to leave Carson alone.
When Caitlin pulls up in the carpool line and there are only a few kids left. She sees Carson standing there, looking down, kicking a rock or something and Caitlin's heart breaks a little.
If there was anything that she had learned about you in the last 10 months or so of knowing you, it was that you were always there when it came to Carson. She had come to the carpool line with you a few times before and you would be one of the first people there, greeting Carson with excitement every time. So that is exactly what she was going to do.
She parks her car and gets out, greeting Carson with a smile.
"Little man," Caitlin says full of excitement. Carson's head snaps up as he hears a familiar voice.
"Clarky!" Carson says running up to her and hugging her legs. He doesn't let go, trapping Caitlin in her spot. She leans down, trying to get him to release her so they can get going but she realizes that this is more than just her picking Carson up from school, it was showing him that she would be there for him when you couldn't be.
Caitlin lifts Carson up and hugs him.
"Mommy asked me to come and get you today, I hope that is okay," Caitlin says and Carson nods furiously.
"Of course Clarky," Carson says.
Caitlin and Carson head back to the practice facility and Carson gets to watch practice for the first time. When she is done there, Caitlin takes Carson back to her place and right as they arrived, you did too.
"Hey baby," you say hugging Carson. "Are you okay?"
"Clarky took me to practice!" Carson yells in excitement. "I got to watch her and then she helped me shoot the ball and it was so much fun. I want to do that every day."
You look up at Caitlin and mouth 'thank you'.
"Do you guys want to stay for dinner?" Caitlin asks and Carson immediately yells 'yes'.
"Can we please stay mommy?" Carson asks and you smile, nodding and ruffling his hair.
"We can baby but you have to do your homework," you say and Carson runs over to Caitlin's coffee table and begins working.
"He is such a great kid," you say. "I have no idea how he got to be so amazing."
Caitlin comes up and hugs you, "I think he gets it from his amazing mommy."
You smile and hug her back, letting all the tension release from your body. Caitlin rubs your back.
"I don't know what I would have done if I didn't have you," you say into Caitlin. "Thank you."
"You know I will be there every time," she says. You part from her just enough to look her in her eyes.
"I don't know how I got so lucky to meet you," you say and she smiles. One of her hand comes to cup your cheek.
"Well if I remember correctly, I was the one that was pining after you," Caitlin says running her thumb on your cheek.
"No idea why," you say jokingly.
"It was all Carson," she says with a smile.
"That's makes sense," you say and kiss her. "So what do you have in mind for dinner?"
"I was thinking about some good old fashioned mac and cheese," she says.
"Carson's favorite," you say with a smile.
AN: Short little blurb of Caitlin and Carson. Let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support đ€
#caitlin clark#caitlin clark imagine#caitlin clark x reader#caitlin clark masterlist#hesitation series
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who thinks weâll go 3-0?? đ§âïž
#the only team we rlly have to worry abt are the lynx#since its playoff practice#we might go 2-1 with them and win the series#theyâre hot rn so weâll see#iâm a wee bit worried abt atlanta đ€đœ#but i think we got it#lmk your thoughts#caitlin clark#indiana fever#kelsey mitchell#wnba basketball#wnba#minnesota lynx#la sparks#atlanta dream
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on the subject of voyager being absurd I need to talk about how insane of character Harry is like he's actually not just overacheiver career boy, he's overacheiver in Life because he felt like his parents loved him too much for what he was so he had to earn their love. he was literally in juliard youth symphony right. music was a very real viable career for him. more than that like yes he was also an absurdly skilled engineer. in a timeline where he never left earth he gets promoted to lieutenant in like 6 months, wins several awards, and designs a revolutionary engine. and still in the Canon Real World he graduated summa cum laude of his Starfleet class. Literally top of his class. he also has an award in piloting proficiency. and also ends up being a senior office on his first day.
but more than any of that, the most absurd thing to me is he was a star athlete. I think about this daily like he was captain of the Velocity team and also a fucking. three times champion in the stupid space racketball game. like that's so insane to me. just star athlete on the starship. it's likeâ okay what's an athlete gay people are likely to know. okay before Caitlin Clark was in the wnba she was really big in college basketball right. so it's like if you worked at NASA and one day Caitlin Clark just strolled into the office, and then due to a series of increasingly unfortunate events you ended up on Mars and Caitlin Clark was also there. on Mars. the whole time with you. am i getting this across does anyone else feel how insane this is.
#oh what's up guys I'm in uncharted and also here's Caitlin Clark traveling space with me#making Harry Kim not just an athlete but a star athlete is what's really special to me#Harry Kim#star trek#star trek voyager#:V
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Caitlin and short gf headcanons ???
Caitlin Head Cannons
FLUFF
ă»will place things where you cant reach just so you can ask her for help
ă»not very fond of short jokes but will make one every now and then
ă»holds your hand every time your out in public
ă»will take a picture of you any chance she gets
ă»will hold her arms around in public and use you as a arm rest
ă»overprotective of you around everyone even teammates
ă»calls you her little bean
ă»will compare hand sizes even though she knows hers are bigger
ă»hold you in her arms every second
SMUT
ă»loves when you struggle to take her strap
ă»âlook pretty, the straps bigger then youâ
ă»loves when you top her but she doesnât take you seriously
ă»loves mirror sex just to show you how much bigger she is compared to you
ă»uses her height to claim her dominance
ă»purposely hovers over you just to show you shes much bigger then you
ă»deep down shes a softie
ă»loves when her hand covers your whole throat
ă»will take pictures during sex to capture the moment
#lesbian#lgbtq#wnba#caitlin clark#caitlin clark fluff#i love caitlin clark#caitlin clark fanfic#caitlin x reader#caitlin clark series#caitlin clark smut#wnba smut#wnba masterlist#wnba x reader#wnba imagine#wnba players#wnba basketball#wlw#wlw fluff#wlw ns/fw#wlw smut#wlw post#wlw blog
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Caitlin Clark: Dating As Teammates Headcannons
Summary: lucky you, a starting playing on the university of Iowa womens basketball team AND you're dating Caitlin Clark!!
Warnings: barely explicit
AN: This is mainly aimed to UIowa Cait but it can easily be read as Fever Cait, hope you enjoy đ«¶
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Best believe Cait had the worst crush on you before you started dating, she never told anyone but the mst of the team knew
â Would always show off during practices and learn new tricks to âcatch your attentionâ (she already had it)
âź Probably confessed to you immediately after a big game while still standing on the court
âWe did it!!â You ran over to Cait, you jumped in into her arms as giggling she spun you around. Quickly placing you back on the ground and stabilizing your shoulders her expression dropped âI need to tell you something.â You looked at her slightly concerned âCaitlin whats wrong?â Taking a deep breath she began, âI know now is probably not the best time, but I need to tell you this now. I have the most brain numbing crush on you. You're all I think about and I would want nothing more in this life than to be your girlfriend and call you mine.â She blinked at you and you were silent for a minute before you pulled her into a tight hug. âI like you too Cait, like a lot a lot.â You could feel her melt in your arms as you stood there together, letting the crowd filter around you.
â Once you two started dating, you never entered a practice or game alone. She always drives you there and back. She also would wait for you in the locker room before ay practice or game so you could walk in together.
â
You guys bought iron on patches with each others numbers on them and ironed them on the inside of your jerseys (So she is always wearing your number)
âź Will always notice when your shoes untied and she will re-tie it before you get the chance (sometimes she gets down, other times she will make you balance on one foot.)
â She is always touching you in some way, even when you guys are on the bench during a game. She will put her arm around your chair, let her knee touch yours, wrap her ankle around yours, etc etc.
â
You guys spontaneously told the team you were dating during a team dinner
You felt your phone vibrate under the table, sneakily you flipped it over to reveal a text from Caitlin âWant to tell the team now?â The two of you had been talking about starting to go public with the relationship for a while now. You glanced down the table, catching her eye you shrugged and nodded. Standing up you began to make an announcement as Caitlin made her way around the table to stand with you âGuys me and Cait have something important to sayâŠ.â you looked at her to complete the sentence but instead she just kissed you.
âFuck Jada I owe you twenty dollarsâ
â Always has an eye on you during games and will always back you up when arguing with the refs
âź Permenant bus, hotel and airplane buddy. During flights and long drives you guys will start a spotify jam and fall asleep all cuddled up
â
Acts of service 110%, she's always doing little favours for you. (EX: cleaning when you are swamped with school, picking up an extra breakfast in the hotel lobby for you, carrying extra hair ties and bobby pins for you, anything she can do to help she will try)
â You two stay out of the media for a while due to Caits âbrandâ but eventually you evolve into a private-but-not-a-secret
â
Correlating outfits. Mary Kate and Ashley matching but more chill. The tunnel fits never disappoint and fans love to see the two of you looking cute together.
âź The two of you spend a lot of time in the gym or the arena together. She loves practicing with you or just fooling around and shooting 3s
#wbb fanfiction#wbb x reader#iowa wbb#iowa womenâs basketball#kate martin#caitlin clark#caitlin clark series#caitlin clark headcannons#caitlin clark fluff#caitlin clark fanfiction#cait x reader#caitlin clark x reader#caitlin clark fanfic#iowa wbb fanfiction#iowa wbb headcannons#iowa hawkeyes#university of iowa#ncaa womenâs basketball#womenâs basketball#womens basketball fanfic#womens basketball#indiana fever#indiana fever fanfic#indiana fever headcannons#iowa wbb hcs
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Masterlist
AOT Eren Yeager - Doctor Jaeger The Third - eren + rough sex + creampie + degrading Mikasa Ackerman - mikasa + degrading + scissoring the fuck outta you Armin Arlert - pegging armin lolz - armin eating you out
Paige Bueckers Smut - Paige x Fem! Reader (Sneaky Links With Sudden Chemistry) Part 1: paige is your sneaky link & you wear her jersey to surprise her after a game. Part 2: paige invites her sneaky link to a team dinner, but she has an appetite for you. Part 3: paige shows you how that strap game is and you fall in-love. Part 4: you try to breakup with paige, but she apologizes the right way.
Part 5: sneaky links at the bar gettin their freak on
Part 6: paige & you find a new hookup spot: your parents' house. what else do you find? that the chemistry never left after all - you just have to get paige in the right space - literally.
Not related to this series, still written about Paige (Smut).
Paige & her childhood friend finally admitting they have feelings for each-other at a sleepover and then scissoring.
family dinner
youâre jealous and paige blows your back out to remind you she loves you.
you win the championship and paige shows you how proud she is.
paige & you get the sexiest quickie EVER in during the concert.
Nika Muhl
Night Owl - wnba rookie nika has become a night owl to a worrying extent since entering the league, staying up late in the living room watching games â you just want her in bed. Caitlin Clark - first time with cc's pink strap đ Kate Martin help - kate martin
DRAFTS draft #1: sneaky link series, pt. 7
draft #2: paige and her sadistic ways twist you in-and-out while she discovers just how loyal you are to your best-friend and boyfriend
draft #3: things and hands get awkward during a double date. draft #4: when you massage your gf paige, you discover her knots aren't what shes having trouble getting out. draft #5: gf caitlin fight-fucking you with her massive arm guns draft #6: the bitchy, possessive, and temperamental gf who paige thinks she can handle proves her right! draft # 7: driver, roll up the partition please! â limo sex w loml cc!
draft #8: baby daddeh pay-age finally did it guys and hoping i did it right. not too much on me tho, i'm still very new to all this
#paige bueckers#paige bueckers fic#march madness#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers smut#paige x oc#uconn wbb#ncaa tournament#paige x fem reader#smut#aot smut#eren snk
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â© đŽđšđșđ»đŹđčđłđ°đșđ»
request status: CLOSED!! you are still free to send them into my inbox, but iâm only writing the requests i feel up to atm :)
who iâm currently writing for:
womenâs basketball
caitlin clark
kate martin
emily engstler
paige bueckers
juju watkins
kk arnold
nika muhl
georgia amoore
womenâs hockey
caroline âk.k.â harvey
click here for my country series! look below for everything else :)
WCBB:
âł caitlin clark
champagne coast
kiss me?
youâre everything
battered and bruised
is it casual now?
sheâs a force to be reckoned with
lost in your touch
red wine supernova
nobody gets me
good luck! babe
twisted ankle
championship
her jersey
regrets
beautiful crazy
texas twang
she likes girls
all for you
obsessed
miss americana + the heartbreak prince
nightmares
jealous
end of the day
âł kate martin
if she ever leaves me
wedding planning
living life with you
thick and thin
jealousy
night at the gala
hard launch
southern charm
bear
smitten
work song
needy (SMUT 18+)
âł emily engstler
letâs stay home
letâs stay home pt 2 (SMUT 18+)
tired
tattoos
coloring book
touch
wait up for you
âł paige bueckers
blackgf!reader headcannons
anxious
naked in manhattan
friendly banter
is this my shirt?
âł kk arnold
fem!reader headcannons
youâre enough
âł juju watkins
vb!reader headcannons
date night
âł nika muhl
best friends sister
âł georgia amoore
sofia
Womenâs Hockey
âł caroline harvey
you (on my arm)
scaredy cat
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SWEET LOVE - CAITLIN CLARK
summaryđ Ź: hiii could you write caitlin clark x reader where she has a crush on a singer in the same level as taylor swift (like super famous, eyes on them all the time etc etc etc) pls and thank u!!
- warnings: none? at least i donât think so
-taglist: @patscorner @wintersstan @bernardsbendystraws @junnniiieee07 @raysmayhem-72 @worldlxvlys @breeloveschris @endereies
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THE FLASHING LIGHTS of cameras being as blinding as it could be, people were shouting your name to get your attention and snap pictures of you.
as you made your way to the entrance of the building you were stopped by an interviewer ây/n! iâm john winston, is it okay if i ask you a few questions?â he asked pushing the microphone towards you.
âof course!â you replied with a smile âalright first question, who did your hair and makeup today?â he started âmy stylist linda did my hair and makeup she really knows what sheâs doingâ you replied with a smile.
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they asked you typical questions youâd always get in these events. âokay one last question before i let you go, weâve noticed recently that you have been watching womenâs college basketball who would you say is your favorite team and players?â he questioned looking up from his paper.
âmy favorite teams and players?â you repeat the question âthatâs a difficult question for players i would say either caitlin clark or kate martin, now for teams i donât know actually i donât have a favorite just yetâ you replied with a smile and nodding your head. âthere you have it guys she doesnt have a favorite team yet! thank you so much for your time y/nâ he replied with a smile before walking off.
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caitlin was scrolling through tiktok when she came across clips from last nightâs interview, she paid attention to everything you had to say until the last question âthatâs a difficult question for players i would say either caitlin clark or kate martin, now for teams i donât know actually i donât have a favorite just yetâ your voice rang from the phone in her hand. âwoah whatâ she said sliding her hand to go back to that specific question.
âiâm her favorite player? wait she knows who i am?!â she thought a smile creeping into her face. this was something big for caitlin youâve been her crush since 2018, she loved everything about you from your music to how you interacted with your fans.
this was her chance, âshould i dm her? no she probably gets too many dms and mine would get lostâ she said responding to her own question before she could do anything she got a notification; âyour.username just posted.â
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your.username: thank you toronto! đ
user: best concert ever đ«¶
user: i think i lost my voice đ
âłïžïž user: frrrr my throat hurtsss đ
user: come to iowa next !
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user: what city/state next??
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âłïžïž user: doesnât iowa have a game there ??
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you arrived at your hotel room, dropping all your bags by the tv jumping on the bed. a loud sigh escaped your mouth, the flight was so long and there was a kid behind you kicking your seat like his life depended on it.
you were slowly falling asleep but your phone buzzed then lit up with a notification.
âweâre getting food downstairs, join us we have a few things to speak to you aboutâ
your manager texted, you sighed getting out of bed and putting your shoes on. you head to the elevator, clicking the button that heads to the first floor you send back a quick âomwâ text to your manager the door opens you accidentally bump into someone who was getting out.
âiâm so sorryâ you say looking up to see those dazzling brown eyes, the ones youâve only seen on tv. âitâs okay donâtâŠworryâ she said softly looking down at you.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
a/n: surprise surprise this is me introducing a new mini series for caitlin i hope yall enjoy this one:)
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Hesitation Series - CC
A Caitlin Clark mini-series
Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader
Summary: You learn to navigate a relationship where you are not the only one you need to look out for.
Hesitation
Warming Up
Showing Up
Sweetbans Masterlist
#caitlin clark#caitlin clark imagine#caitlin clark x reader#caitlin clark masterlist#hesitation series
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Between Sister and Heart
Summary: You begin to question your morals after getting into a relationship with your sisters ex Caitlin.
Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader
Warnings: Cheating and a few curse words
A/N: Â Iâm getting ready to go back to school so lifes been kind of hectic, but this is going to be a multi part series. As always thank you guys so much for reading and all of the love on my past projects. Lastly, make sure to send in some requests so that I can give you guys stories that you want to read. <3
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You knew it was wrong and you should've stopped this a while ago. You two are going to cause so much hurt to someone that you love, but something about Caitlin made all of your morals go out the window.Â
Caitlin and your sister Audrey had been together for the past two years and while you werenât exactly fond of her in the beginning, you grew to like her, which turned into a great friendship, and you should have stopped there but didnât. As time went on your feelings for the girl began to grow and for a while you were able to keep them to yourself, until you werent.Â
9 Months Ago
Tonight one of Caitlins teammates was planning on throwing a party to commemorate the beginning of the new school year. Your sister is a STEM major, and has always taken her academics seriously, putting school work before anything else. You on the other hand were the opposite. You had a pretty easy major, probably one of the easiest your school has to offer. You liked going out to drink with friends, and going on random adventures, even when you knew you should be at home finishing assignments. Caitlin had always liked that about you. Typically when Audrey would tend to flake on certain events whenever she had a big assignment or a test coming up which ultimately was the reason she decided to start hanging out with you more, and tonight was no different.
Caitlin had let your sister know about Kate's party weeks ago, and while she didnât give a definite âyesâ, it still surprised Caitlin when she got a text saying she wasnât going to be able to go because one of Audreys professors had already scheduled a test coming up in a week. Audrey knew her girlfriend hated going places alone when she planned on drinking so she urged Caitlin to ask you to go to her place. But what she didnât know was that her girlfriend was happy that she had told her to ask you to go in her place.Â
You had just finished up an assignment for your math class and heard a notification from your phone, quickly checking it and seeing a text from Caitlin.
                                            CC <3
CC <3
hey, ik this is totally last minute but your sister bailed onÂ
me and i need someone to come with me to my friends
party tn. so could you be the most perfect friend ever
and come with me. Iâll buy you crumbl cookie!
Y/NÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
wow⊠glad to know im a
scapegoat. :â(
CC <3
omg you're right that sounds so insensitive, im sorry!
you donât have to go, im sure you already have plans
for the night, i just figured id ask.
                                        Y/N
         chill clark, you had me at crumbl
what time do i need to be ready??
CC <3
in like two hours, you can come over to mines
to get ready if you want
Y/N
okay, ill be there in like 30. im
going to shower rq
CC <3
tysm! you're an angel!!!
You quickly take a shower and start getting your stuff together running back and forth between yours and your sister's closets trying to piece together an outfit. Once you come up with an outfit you deemed appropriate for a house party you say goodbye to your sister before making your way to Catlins.Â
The drive is short since she only lives about ten minutes away, but you still rush out seeing as you have a little over an hour to get your hair and makeup done. You make your way to her front door and knock before its swiftly opened by a smiling Caitlin.
âWell if it isn't the life saver herselfâ She says bringing you into a hug.
You giggle at the comment before responding âLife saver or scapegoat?â
âOkay you know I love you and that I hate making plans with people at the last minute. It's not personal.â she says, rolling her eyes playfully and walking back towards her room to finish getting ready.
You follow the tall girl deeper into the apartment before making your way into the bathroom next to her and laying out all of your hair tools. After about half an hour you finally finish your hair and quickly do your makeup and get dressed so you two can pregame a bit before calling the uber and heading to Kateâs.Â
About an hour into the party, it's pretty safe to say the two of you were plastered, however, even with the level of drunkenness you were at, you could tell Caitlin was being a lot clingier than usual. She was constantly wanting to be near you, holding your hand, even going as far to have you sit on her lap when all of the seats got taken during a group game sesh. At first you thought that she was so drunk that she was confusing you with your sister. That was until she pulled you out onto the balcony when she wanted some fresh air.Â
The two of you just sat in silence, focusing on the trees blowing in the wind and the occasional late drivers passing by. After about ten minutes you felt her place her hand on your thigh. You hated to admit that you felt butterflies in your stomach at all of the little touches of affection she was showing you tonight, but you knew it was wrong and decided to correct her on it before things got too far.Â
âCaitlin, this isnât right, and maybe i'm reading into this too much and you're just too drunk to realize that i'm not Audrey, but this can't happenâ you say, sliding her hand off your thigh, breaking the silence.
âI know exactly who you are,â she says, grabbing your hand from off your lap. âYouâre the girl who will drop anything to come help me out with something,even when you know you have other things you should be focusing on. The girl who comes to all of my games so that I know I have someone personal there for me because her sister who i'm with refuses to put her disliking for the sport aside to come support me. Youâre the girl I'm in love with, and I can't, no I refuse to go another day without telling you.â She rants. âAnd don't tell me that you don't feel the same because I know you do. I feel the way your heart starts to race every time i hug you. I see how you look away every time your sister and I share some sort of affection. I need you to tell me so that I donât feel stupid for telling you this right nowâ she finishes now facing you completely, staring at your eyes desperately waiting for an answer.
You were quiet for a minute, however that felt like hours for the girl standing in front of you. She had just poured her heart out confessing her love to the sister of the girl she was dating. While you sat trying to process what was just said to you, Caitlin was freaking out internally hoping that she didnât just fuck up her chances of ever speaking to you again. You finally decide to respond to the girl, but it wasnât what she was expecting to hear as a response.Â
âI think we should leave, itâs getting late and my sister is probably waiting for me to get back home.â you say, before walking back into the house to say your goodbyes to everyone and calling an uber back to Caitlins so that you can retrieve your stuff and head back to your place.Â
Caitlin stood there in shock, she couldnât believe that that was all you had to say. She had just let her guard down to tell you how she truly felt about you, and your only concern was the time and your sister sitting at home. She soon walks back into the party to say her goodbyes as well before following you out the door to get into the uber you had ordered a few minutes ago. Her teammates had noticed the change in demeanor between the two of you from when you went outside to when you came back in, but everyone decided it was best not to bring it up at the moment. The ride back to her place was quiet. Caitlin was hoping that you would say something, occasionally looking over at you, but you didnât. You just stayed quiet, fiddling with your fingers and staring out the window for the whole 15 minute drive.
Once you guys had finally arrived back at her place, you begin getting all of your stuff together, mentally scolding yourself for not telling your true feelings to the girl. You could tell that she was angry at you for it, and it broke your heart, but she's your sister's girlfriend and you would never want to hurt Audrey even if that meant causing hurt to yourself. You finish grabbing all of your stuff and tell Caitlin you're going to head out before she stops you.Â
âLook, I know you don't want to be around me right now, but Audrey would never forgive me if I let you drive home knowing that you had been drinking. Just stay the night here and you can leave in the morning, I'll just sleep on the couch.â She says looking everywhere but at you.Â
âIâm fine, I promise. I can drive back home, I don't want to intrude.â you say looking down at the floor.Â
âYou could never intrude, if anything your absence would annoy me more.â she says, grabbing your chin to make you look at her.
Staring into her brown eyes made your heart melt. You were so in love with her and you didnât want to fight it anymore. Before you could think twice you grab her face, pulling her into a kiss. It caught the girl off guard, but she quickly melted into it, placing her hands onto your waist pulling you in closer. The kiss was what you had been wanting to do for the past five months. What you didnât know was that she had been wanting to do it since the first time she laid eyes on you. The two of you eventually pull apart just looking at one another smiling. This felt right.
âDoes that mean what I think it means?â she asks with a slight smirk on her lips.
âYes Clark, that was my way of saying I love you tooâ you respond rolling your eyes but failing to hide the smile creeping up on your face. âBut we have to do this the right way. If you want to be with me, you have to end things with my sister, I don't want to be the other woman.â you say sternly.
She swiftly brings you into a hug and whispers âFor you, i'd do anything.â
#wbb x reader#wbb#wnba x reader#iowa wbb#kate martin#caitlin clark#caitlin clark x reader#caitlin clark x y/n#fever x reader#paige buckets#paige bueckers#iowa womenâs basketball#iowa hawkeyes#wnba#caitlin clark fluff#caitlin clark imagine#cc x reader
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| ALLIEâS MASTERLIST ! đïž
200 CELLY MASTERLIST
| WNBA
: ÌÌâ # 20 KATE MARTIN, las vegas aces
Ëà· rockin around the christmas tree
summary: after a long night of being at sofiaâs parentsâ christmas party, kate canât wait to be back in their own home celebrating the holiday together.
Ëà· bad idea, right?
summary: upcoming singer!reader is on live and kate appears in the background, causing all fans to go crazy
Ëà· we really were timeless
summary: part two to bad idea, right? singer!reader and kate move to vegas together after kate is drafted by the aces. reader is on live giving a house tour with kate.
Ëà· lifeâs better on saturn
summary: kate and reader travel together to go to an away game for the aces in minnesota.
Ëà· we both still young
summary: kate martin with a girlfriend whose a dancer for university of iowa
Ëà· wanna listen to the sound of you breathing
summary: kate cuddles with girlfriend!reader after an aces practice and practically crushes reader
Ëà· i could be a good mother
summary: picking baby names with kate
Ëà· my girl
summary: kate is super drunk and is shy around girlfriend!reader, because she forgets you two are together. but when itâs time to go home she realizes that reader is her girlfriend and gets starstruck.
Ëà· i see kismet sinking in
summary: kate martin head cannons with a volleyball girlfriend
Ëà· love me like a sailor
summary: kate unexpectedly shows up to andiâs house to see if thereâs a future with her
Ëà· the love club
summary: you take your daughter to a las vegas aces game, but before it can even start she runs to her favorite player, kate martin
: ÌÌâ # 22 CAITLIN CLARK, indiana fever
ᄫᥠthe right side of my neck
summary: you and caitlin babysit your older sisters twin boys
á„«áĄlike a fever, like iâm burning alive
summary: you and caitlin dated in high school but after decided to go to a college hours away you break up. you two donât see each other during college at all until and then sheâs drafted by the indiana fever, which just happens to be where youâre a medical intern.
: ÌÌâ # 1 NIKA MĂHL, seattle storm
⟠coming soon
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: ÌÌâ # 5 PAIGE BUECKERS, university of connecticut
â© slut!
summary: influencer!reader who gets called a bop and is slut shammed for no reason. paige comes to her side to comfort her and reassure her.
â© i love you, iâm sorry
summary: inspired by gracie abrams song: i love you, iâm sorry
â© she hold me down like gravity
summary: paige bueckers with uconn dancer girlfriend
â© you could be my silver spring
summary: the first time paige sees you is when you sing the national anthem for opening night her sophomore year. then after getting a record deal and moving away she sees you performing for the wnba all star half time.
: ÌÌâ # 2 KK ARNOLD, university of connecticut
đŠč pretty girl
summary: doing skin care with kk
đŠč hit me hard and soft series masterlist
summary: aureliaâs team decides that due to her love of women sports and how much attention she had brought to it last year during march madness, they want her to fake date KK arnold in order to keep the same momentum for this upcoming season.
đŠč begin again
summary: based on taylor swiftâs begin again
: ÌÌâ # 35 AZZI FUDD, university of connecticut
đ coming soon
: ÌÌâ # 25 ICE BRADY, university of connecticut
đ€ coming soon
: ÌÌâ # 23 MORGAN CHELI, university of connecticut
đž now that you know me so well
summary: morgan has a crush on you but doesnât know how to tell you, so every time sheâs around you sheâs internally freaking out
: ÌÌâ # 3 GEORGIA AMOORE, university of kentucky
â coming soon
: ÌÌâ # 8 JANA EL ALFY, university of connecticut
â coming soon
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: ÌÌâ kate martin x cheerleader
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