#caitlin clark

[clarksbball]

this time firetruck red did not disappoint🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[baigepueckers]

Caitlin Clark X Reader

Coming Home Late

Caitlin got home well past midnight. The apartment was completely dark and quiet. She unlocked the door carefully, set her gym bag down and peeled off her damp practice clothes as she walked. Sports bra first, then the compression shorts that had been stuck to her thighs for hours. By the time she reached the bathroom she was naked, skin still faintly dried with sweat.

She just twisted the shower handle and stepped under the spray the second it ran warm. The water hit her shoulders hard. She tipped her head back and let it run over her face, down her throat, over her chest. Steam rose quickly, fogging the glass. She braced both hands on the cool tile and stood there for a long minute, letting the heat sink into sore muscles.

Then her right hand drifted lower.

She started slow. Fingers tracing the soft skin of her lower stomach, then lower, skating over the area between her legs. A quiet breath left her. She was already a little wet. She slid two fingers between her folds and found herself slick. A soft sound escaped her throat.

She rubbed slow circles over her clit, pressure light at first, then firmer. Her hips shifted into the touch. She braced her left forearm against the tile and leaned into it, spreading her stance so she could work her fingers deeper. The wet sound of it was clear even under the water. She pushed two fingers inside herself and curled them, thumb pressing against her clit. The moan that came out was lower, rougher. She bit her lip, but another followed almost immediately.

She was thinking about you.

About the way you looked half asleep and warm under the covers. About the weight of your hands on her hips. About the low, rough way your voice sounded when you told her to come. The mental image made her fingers move faster. Soft, broken noises kept slipping out half moans, quiet curses, the occasional shaky “fuck” when she hit the right angle. Water ran down her back in sheets. Her abs flexed with every roll of her hips. She was getting close, the tension coiling tight low in her stomach.

Down the hall, you had already been in bed for hours.

The distant rush of the shower pulled you half-awake. Then the soft, desperate sounds started filtering through. You went completely still.

Those weren’t just shower noises.

You heard her breath hitch. A strained, quiet “fuck…” that she was trying to keep under control and failing. The wet, rhythmic sound of her fingers. Another moan, higher this time. You lay there listening to your girlfriend get herself off in the shower after coming home late. Every little sound carried her soft gasps, the shift of her feet, the way her breathing went tight and shaky.

You waited until her sounds got sharper, more urgent. Until you could tell she was right on the edge. Then you pushed the covers off and walked down the hall.

The bathroom door was cracked. Thick steam rolled out. You pushed it the rest of the way open.

Caitlin had one hand braced high on the tile, the other buried between her thighs. Two fingers working in steady strokes inside her while her thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit. Water streamed down her back, over the curve of her ass, down her long legs. Her head was tipped forward, wet hair sticking to her neck. Her abs flexed with every roll of her hips. She was breathing in short, sharp pants, soft broken noises slipping out with every movement. She was right on the edge.

She didn’t notice you at first.

You stepped closer. The soft sound of your bare feet on the wet floor finally made her freeze. Her fingers stilled. She turned her head just enough to look over her shoulder. Her eyes were dark and glassy, cheeks flushed. When she saw you standing there awake, watching…her lips parted on a sharp little inhale.

For a second neither of you spoke. Water kept pounding down. Steam hung thick between you.

Then you said, quiet but clear, “Don’t stop.”

Something shifted in her expression. She didn’t pull her hand away. Instead she kept her eyes on yours and started moving again…slower, more deliberate, like she wanted you to see exactly what she’d been doing. A soft, shaky moan slipped out as she pushed her fingers deeper.

You stepped into the shower with her. The water soaked through your shirt and sleep shorts in seconds. You crowded in close, one hand bracing on the tile beside her head, the other sliding down the slick plane of her stomach until your fingers covered hers. You could feel how wet she was.

“You were thinking about me,” you said against her mouth.

She nodded, breath hitching. “Yeah. The whole time. Couldn’t stop.”

You kissed her hard…deep and a little rough, then gently pulled her hand away and replaced her fingers with your own. You pushed two fingers inside her and curled them the way you knew she liked, thumb settling over her clit in tight, steady pressure. She was soaked, clenching around you immediately. Her head tipped back against the tile with a low, broken noise. You kept going, watching the way her abs jumped and her thighs started to tremble.

“I could hear you,” you murmured against her jaw, then lower, against the wet skin of her neck. “All the way down the hall. Moaning like that while you touched yourself. Sounded like you were already close before I even walked in.”

Caitlin’s hips jerked into your hand. “Fuck…don’t stop…please.”

You didn’t. You fucked her with your fingers in a steady, relentless rhythm, curling them on every stroke so you dragged over the spot that made her voice catch. Your thumb never left her clit. Her moans turned sharper, higher. She gripped your soaked shirt with both hands, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard against your mouth. You could feel her getting closer…the way she clenched around your fingers, the way her breath kept stuttering.

“Come on,” you said against her lips. “Let me hear it like you were before. Don’t hold it back.”

When she came it hit her hard…her whole body tightening, a wrecked sound muffled against your shoulder as she clenched around your fingers and shook through it. You worked her through every wave, slowing but not stopping, drawing it out until the aftershocks eased and she was just trembling, legs unsteady.

Her voice came out rough. “You were supposed to be asleep.”

“Hard to sleep when you’re in here moaning my name like that.”

A short, breathless laugh left her. She kissed you again…slower, deeper then reached for the hem of your soaked shirt and pulled it up and off. Her hands slid down your sides, over your hips, pushing your sleep shorts down until they hit the shower floor. She looked at you for a second, eyes dark, then dropped to her knees under the spray.

Water ran over her shoulders and down her back as she leaned in and dragged her tongue through your folds in one slow, deliberate stroke. You braced a hand on the tile, the other sliding into her wet hair. She licked again, firmer this time, then closed her mouth over your clit and sucked. A soft, surprised sound left you. She hummed against you like she liked the reaction and kept going…tongue working in steady, focused strokes, two fingers sliding inside you and curling upward.

You were already so wound up from listening to her that it didn’t take long. She licked and fucked you with her fingers until your thighs were shaking and you were gripping her hair tighter. When you came it was with a sharp gasp, hips pressing forward against her mouth. She stayed with you through it, licking you through every pulse until you had to gently tug her back up.

She stood, mouth wet, eyes still dark, and kissed you hard so you could taste yourself on her tongue. You stayed under the water a while longer after that, trading slow kisses while the spray washed over both of you. When you finally shut it off, the bathroom felt too quiet. You wrapped her in a towel first, then yourself and walked her back down the hall to bed still damp and warm and loose limbed. She curled into you the second you both lay down, face pressed to your throat…one leg thrown over yours.

[caitvoodoo]

[caitibun]

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[wbbisthebest]

I’m starving I’m starving

[junkdrawer22]

Caitlin Clark Stats/Accolades Update:

*Please feel free to add any additional information I may have missed. These are just the updates that have come out since the Fever win over Dallas on 8/14.

1. Currently, Caitlin is averaging 40.1 points scored or assisted this season. She is on pace to be the first player in WNBA history to score/assist on 40+ PPG in a season.

2. Caitlin, in just 83 career games, became the fastest player in WNBA history, faster than any NBA players in the last 30 years, to reach 700 career assists.

3. Currently, Caitlin has 20 career games with 20+ points and 10+ assists in just 83 total games. No other WNBA player has more than 10.

4. Currently, Caitlin has 13 career games with 25+ points and 10+ assists in just 83 total games. The next highest is Sabrina Ionescu with 6 (over 204 games) and Diana Taurasi with 3 (over 567 games).

5. Currently, Caitlin is averaging 8.3 assists per game (1st in WNBA standings), and 21.9 points per game (3rd in WNBA standings). No player in WNBA history has ever finished a season being the league leader in assists AND top 3 in scoring. (We’ll see how this plays out at the end of the regular season)

What we are seeing from Caitlin Clark is not just exceptional, it’s unprecedented. Make no mistake, what Ty Harris said in the post game is 100% true- this is not normal. This has never been done before.

If we look at statistics alone, there has never been a guard in the entire history of the WNBA to do the types of things that Caitlin has accomplished in just 3 seasons. In an interview earlier this year, she ranked herself a 6/10 in terms of how she is playing the game and adjusting to the WNBA. For her to continually say she is only scratching the surface of her ability, and that she thinks she can still improve makes the future not only bright for her and the basketball world, but also dangerous for every other player and team.

[iskra008]

A young fan was moved to tears after getting Caitlin Clark's autograph

"I want my legacy to be the impact that I have on young kids and the people in the state of Iowa. I hope I brought them a lot of joy. . . (And) I hope this team brought them a lot of joy."--Caitlin Clark

[islandmanpa]

https://www.instagram.com/p/DcEj4V3FQoL/?igsh=ZGhuNjNlNTBvYjNx

#SophieCunningham and #CaitlinClark ARE THE REASONS THAT THE @WNBA Attendance, Viewership, and Apparel Sales are UP - @sophaller & @CaitlinClark22

WNBA Commissioner Cathy Engelbert REFUSES TO PROTECT THEM FROM EGREGIOUS ASSAULTS BY BLACK PLAYERS‼️

@CathyEngelbert SHOULD BE REMOVED FROM ALL POSITIONS INVOLVING WOMEN'S SPORTS.

@IndianaFever SHOULD FIRE @StephanieWhite IMMEDIATELY.