#caitlin fluff

[yourtypicalwallflowerrr]

THE GIRL WITH THE TATOO

pairing: dowling!caitlin clark x reader

warnings: just cait experiencing black girl love.

sticky note: this is just the intro. then comes the playlist. you know how it goes !!

CAITLIN CLARK x STUD!READER (you’re Nomi) — INTRO ✴️ (second person • gxg • high school • Dowling Catholic)

You don’t do anything. That’s what they say. You show up to Dowling Catholic like it’s a casual event—hood up, gold chain on, black nails chipped. You chill on the benches outside the gym or posted up by the vending machines like they owe you something. You don’t play a sport, don’t run for student council, don’t care about the grades on PowerSchool. But somehow, Caitlin Clark, 5-star recruit, walking bucket, straight-A daughter of every Catholic mom’s dream—wants you.

And you don’t even gotta try.

“Naomi,” she says, rolling her eyes when you tug on her backpack in the hall. That’s her go-to when she’s tryna act fake mad, like she wasn’t just texting you all night under the covers. “Leave me alone.”

You grin. “Damn, mamas. I can’t say hi to my girl?”

She tries to hide the smile, but her whole face lights up. You always catch her—especially when you say my girl. That one hits. “Mimi,” she mutters, shaking her head, “you’re annoying.”

But her hand’s already in yours, swinging as y’all walk toward Chem. She’s in her uniform, always repping Dowling on and off the court. Meanwhile, you got on some black cargo pants and your Air Maxes, hair freshly braided up last night, lip gloss in your pocket—not for you, for her. 'Cause Cait be snatching it when hers wears off.

Truth is, nobody gets it. Not your boys who clown you for being wrapped up in a “little white girl with a jumper.” Not her teammates who whisper behind her back like she’s lost her mind. But every time she curls into your hoodie between classes, every time she calls you Nono in that soft, sleepy voice after practice—you know what it is.

She’s Cait. You’re Nomi. And y’all? Y’all locked in.

Even if nobody else sees it yet.

@24hrssofnea , @americasfavoritelesbian , @archivessofkassidee . @caitlinclark , @yailtv

[pbnbucks]

Tutoring caitlin in college

word count : 552

warnings : nothing but fluff

summary : caitlin was always a trouble maker.

“well maybe you would want to go out to eat after this?” the brunette clearly off task as you tried to help with her incomes graph for her upcoming managerial counting test as you tried to expressed how important it was for her to pass.

“Why would I do that, Caity?” teasing her as you run the backs of your fingers you and down her thigh painfully slow for a ‘tutoring’ session. you and caitlin both worshiped each session looking forward to the next one as it was every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

“because i would give you a night to remember” challenging you refusing to take no for an answer places her hand over yours making your fingers stop on her upper thigh. you enjoyed every second of your tutoring sessions, even though most of the time it was caitlin doing anything she could to get your attention.

“is that right? Why don't you get focused on the graph?” you inch closer and closer to her face as you see your little freshman get flustered by your presence. begging for your affection she leans in almost connecting your faces together before you teasingly pull away leaving her stumbling over her own movements.

“Can I take you on a date?” already ignoring your command, she is again trying to change the subject from her managerial counting homework. caitlin conned you into helping her about two months ago when she said she would help you by working at your small business downtown. she didn’t want paid or any reward, she just wanting your attention and tutoring.

“I'll give you ONE date if you're right, Caitlin. Now, please focus on your homework. That's the reason I'm even here,” challenging her as you accepted your defeat playing into the young ones games. you figure to give her an easy question as you secretly wouldn’t mind a date with her. but i mean who would.

“okay, ask away” the confident but insecure smile that came from her face along with her rosie blush filled cheeks made your heart melt for her. you couldn’t believe that this basketball star was practically puddy in your hands as she is head over heels for you.

“what is y=mx+b?” caitlins quickly shushes answer was about to be said before the librarian cut her off telling you both to be quiet or to leave if you kept causing disruptions.

“Mx is the slope, and the b is the y-intercept,” her slow answer, she hesitated on, was right, accepting your defeat. You removed your eyes from her, blushing, and she realized her answer was correct when you run your fingers through your hair.

“So dinner tonight. 6 pm sharp, I'll handle everything and pick you up.” Her giggles followed behind as she placed a kiss on your cheek picking up her study books heading out through the library doors not forgetting to tell you how excited she is for tonight.

“if you to want to gossip then you can go outside and do it” the librarian gave caitlin her second warning only for caitlin to slam the doors causing a scene as everybody stared at the interaction making you laugh at her antics. as well as making you realize that you actually have to start getting ready for tonight.

[yourtypicalwallflowerrr]

THE GIRL WITH THE TATOO

pairing: dowling!caitlin clark x reader

warnings: none, studs being studs

sticky note: CHAPTER 1. ouuu cait got herself a stud

CHAPTER ONE ♠️ Naomi POV *(Dowling!Cait x fem!reader • gxg • wlw • “ma, come here”) —♠️—

I don’t hoop. Let’s start there.

Dowling Catholic got girls who wake up at 5AM to shoot free throws, who cry over ankle sprains like it’s the end of the world. Me? I show up late, hoodie up, AirPods in, acting like I didn’t just sleep through first period again.

And somehow… Caitlin Clark is in love with me.

Nobody says it out loud, but everybody sees it. The way she finds me in the hallway like it’s a habit. The way she lingers after practice, still sweaty, still catching her breath, just to ask me what I’m doing later. As if the answer ever changes.

“Ma, come here,” I mumble when I see her in the courtyard, water bottle in hand, gray zip-up clinging to her like she ain’t real. She turns, ponytail swinging like the whole damn moment’s in slow motion.

She grins. That small, knowing kind. Like I already got her. “Don’t call me that,” she says, walking straight into me anyway.

“You love it.”

She does. She just likes to pretend she doesn’t. Cait's always been like that. Tough when eyes are on her. Soft when it’s just us. I learned the difference early—like the first time she let me touch her wrist under the lunch table. First time she leaned into my hoodie during study hall like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She steps between my legs, settling on the bench, her hand brushing my thigh like it’s an accident. I look down at her. “Why you always find me like this, huh?”

“Like what?”

“Like you need me.” I say it low. Close to her ear. I know it gets her.

She shifts, clearing her throat. “You didn’t text me back last night.”

“Was with my moms,” I lie. I wasn’t. I was staring at her contact name, fighting every instinct to say I missed her.

“Mmm.” She looks away, lips tight, eyes scanning the lot like she’s bored. But I know Cait. That look means she’s pressed.

I tap her chin, make her face me again. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Actin’ like you don’t care when I know damn well you do.”

That cracks her. She laughs, soft and sweet, shaking her head. “You’re annoying, Nomi.”

“But I’m yours.”

She doesn’t say anything. Just lets her fingers slip into mine like she’s been waiting all morning.

And maybe she has.

[yourtypicalwallflowerrr]

THE GIRL WITH THE TATOO

pairing: dowling!caitlin clark x reader

warnings: none, studs being studs

sticky note: CHAPTER 2. LORD HAVE MERCY !

CHAPTER TWO ✔️ Caitlin POV ( dowling!cait x fem!reader • gxg • wlw • “you get on my nerves, but i want you anyway.”)

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Naomi thinks she’s slick. She walks around like she doesn’t care about anything or anyone—like her heart’s tucked away behind that stupid black hoodie she always wears and that gold chain she never takes off.

But she’s not slick. Not to me.

I see her. The way she watches me from across the hall when she thinks I’m not looking. The way her fingers twitch when I walk past. Like her body wants to reach for me before her brain tells it not to.

And the thing is… I let her pretend. I let her be the cool one. The one who doesn’t run suicides after school or sit in pews every Sunday with perfect posture like her life depends on it.

Because in private? She’s soft. And she’s mine.

—

“Where were you last night?” I ask her.

She just shrugs, sitting all low in that bench like she owns the whole school. Legs spread, face relaxed, like the sun’s got nothing on her. And maybe it doesn’t.

She doesn’t answer me. Not really. Just says something about her moms like I’m supposed to believe that.

Truth is, I was waiting. Sitting on my bed, phone lit up in my palm, rereading her last text:

“ight ma. goodnight.”

Three hours before I even said anything back. Three hours of scrolling her Instagram and overthinking every picture she’d ever liked.

“You didn’t text me back,” I say, quieter this time.

She leans in close, her voice in my ear like she knows how easy I am for her. “Stop acting like you don’t care when I know damn well you do.”

God. She makes me crazy.

I laugh to cover it up. “You’re annoying, Nomi.”

“But I’m yours,” she says.

And I hate how fast that shuts me up.

Because yeah—she is. With her chipped black nails and her constant smirk and her voice that drops an octave whenever she says ma—she’s mine. But it’s more than that.

I’m hers, too.

That’s the part she doesn’t get yet.

When we’re alone, when it’s late and her lips are on my neck and her hand is tucked beneath my hoodie, she holds me like she knows me. Like she built me herself and didn’t like the idea of anyone else getting to touch what she made.

And maybe she’s right. Maybe I am hers. Maybe I’ve been hers since she first called me mamas in seventh period like it meant something.

“Come to my game tomorrow,” I whisper.

She tilts her head. “You gon’ put me in the front row or nah?”

“Only if you promise to wear that chain.”

She grins. “Say less, ma.”

Yeah. I’m so gone.

[pbnbucks]

enemies to lovers Caitlin Clark fic?

word count : 1.4k

warnings : iowa caitlin, cussing, harassment?

summary : you worked for iowa wbb for 3 years as their photographer and you and caitlin have hated each other since you crossed paths when you accidentally spilt coffee on her and one night she ends up in your bed after a late night out.

song : Don’t Fall In Love With Me by Khalid || play dat shit !

your walking through the courtyard when you feel somebody’s finger tap your shoulder gaining your full divided attention when you turn around to see who it was your mood drops.

“even though i dont like you kate asked me to invite you to the bar with the team tonight.” caitlin says trying to throw as much shade she can keeping her evil promise that was to always hold her grudge against you.

you and caitlin’s freshman year you two met on the way to the girls basketball practice to take pictures like your boss told you to.

when you tried to open the door caitlin was trying to leave causing your non fresh cold batch of black coffee that you were holding on to all day to spill all over caitlins practice jersey.

“you sure its just kate who wants me to come clark?” you tease already preparing your shady conversation.

“It’s funny, isn’t it? How we always end up, in the same place, at the same time.” she retorts trying to regain your attention as you tried to make your exit.

“It’s not funny, I know you’ve been stalking me. That’s how we always end up together.” you say giving her a cold shoulder as she blocks your failed exit from the conversation once again.

“Stalking? You? in your dreams.” she scoffs finally moving out the way turning her body watching your back as you walk away from her.

you walk through the glass doors entering the bar seeing the group of girls next to other groups of drunken horny college kids in all different areas of the bar.

you grab a spot next to kate and hannah the girls you were closest to on the team showering you in hugs as soon as you sit down.

caitlins gaze remained on you sending glares the second you maintained eye contact with her. her purposeful ways trying to get on your nerves failing as you refused to make a scene in front of the others.

a group of non sober college individuals walked by when one of them dropped there glass cup of beer on your arm as it made a tiny cut around your elbow.

the noise of the glass bear gains the teams attention as they all rush to see if your okay as kate grabs you pulling you up off the couch to get you away from the broken glass that surrounded the table.

“are you okay?” sydney asked you with worry in her voice as you brush her off to head to the family bathroom. you lock the door behind you grabbing paper towels to dry the small patch of blood.

your interrupted by the sound of loud hard knocks on the wooden bathroom door. you unlock it holding it shut for a second to regain consciousness when you unlock it to see caitlin standing there pushing herself in through the door.

“Come here, let me see the cut.” she states giving you no time to ask her, her needs to be there. you keep your distance shooing her off turning back to face the mirror continuing to clean the paper cut.

“No its not that big of a deal.” only for caitlin to snatch your arm “let. me. see.” she says looking closely at the minor injury studying the small cut intently.

“ill be right back” she says carefully freeing your arm from her grasp as she leaves keeping her promise to be quick as she returns with a pack of alcohol wipes.

“hold still. this might sting a little.” she coos grabbing your arm again this time much more careful, preparing the wipe running it along the cut as the feeling of the short amount of pain fades away.

“now be careful, you don’t want to hurt your good hand” she says referring to your photography hand. her words never failing to confuse you as she has never behaved like this before.

“Since when did you ever care about me?” you respond catching her off guard receiving a dirty look from her as she rolls her eyes at your question.

“are you seriously going to do this right now?” she says standing in front of your face now as she focuses her anger and compassion on you making you roll her eyes at her comment.

“because you never act like this, since when did you begin to care all of a sudden.” backing up your statement trying to prove your point to the brunette.

“Since fucking forever, you fucking idiot!” she says throwing off your ego and pride as her whole energy was off this night letting her passive side show.

“your drunk caitlin, you don’t know what your saying.” you saying refusing to believe her recent statement shoving her only to make her stumble back a few steps as she was much stronger then you.

“…This is why I knew I shouldn’t have gotten close to you.” she says cornering you between the wall as shes inching towards your face intimidating you by the second.

“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” she breaks silence yet again as her eyes begin to visibly get watery but she refuses to loose eye contact with you.

“i bet you say that to every girl you pick up clark.” you ignore her desperate pleas for you to get her point across.

“Shut up before I-” you cut her off making sure your shouts are louder then hers topping hers not accepting defeat in the arguement.

“Before you what, huh? say it. Let me see if you can finish that sent-” your cut off by her coaxing your lips with hers startling you before you ease into the kiss.

you taste the alcohol on her tongue as her lips mix between yours. you both sit there for a second taking in each others presence before breaking the kiss.

“let me take you to your dorm” caitlin begs as her hands rest on your cheeks sneaking her arm around to your back pocket grabbing your keys from you.

“im driving, you cant so technically im taking you to my dorm” you say snatching the keys back from her hands. as you leave the bathroom after being there for at least 20 minutes catching some peoples eyes.

you and caitlin both get in the car with tensions still running high as she carefully places her hand on your thigh keeping her eyes on you studying your reaction.

your face grows red as a tiny smile forms on your face as you switch your eyes between her and the road.

“did you mean everything you said tonight” you said throwing yourself down on your already messy bed that cradled you in the tiring mornings.

“of course i did and you know that” she reply’s mad you would ask her a question like that as she has always adored you and made her weird ways trying to show it.

“alright im going to head back to my dorm” she said as she took your silence as a response turning around only for you to jump back on to your feet stopping her from exiting.

“no.” you plea as your body snaps up as your see her trying to walk away almost making you jump out of your skin from the sight.

“what do you mean no?” her voice almost silent regretting her comment instantly as she was worried you would change your mind.

“i want you to spend the night….” you say being returned with sharp awkward silence as a look of worry plastered across her face.

“in my bed with me.” you continue trying to reason to her why its a good idea as you pull the covers over you waiting for her to lay next to you.

“what, am i not allowed to look at you?” she coaxed as you got on her for stealing glances at you as you slept peacefully making her smile at the silly comment.

“i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile clark.” now resting on your side to return the stares as your eyes where fixated on her plump lips and her euphoric smile.

“this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” she smirks teasing you before passionately throwing herself on your stomach placing kisses along your tender collarbone.

“...i have been trying to do that for three years now.” you playfully hit her thigh before taking her beauty in giving her another kiss except this time was different from last nights, it was long and meaningful.

[yourtypicalwallflowerrr]

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REQS !

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usc : juju watkins … ??

wnba : diana tarausi , sydney colson , angel reese , jordin canada , brittney griner , rhyne howard , allisha gray , more +

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please please please be respectful when you reblog or comment on my posts !!

i don’t normally write for boys or males . it’s probably gonna be like femxfem .

normally i don’t smut , but i might try

“write for jhene aiko??” whooo said thattt

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[yourtypicalwallflowerrr]

THE GIRL WITH THE TATOO

pairing: dowling!caitlin clark x reader

warnings: just cait experiencing black girl love.

sticky note: this is just the intro. then comes the playlist. you know how it goes !!

GIRL WITH THE TATOO — NOMI X CAITLIN PLAYLIST (soft chaos. hallway glances. “you mine?” “been yours.”)

LOVE DROUGHT – BEYONCÉ ➤ “You and me could stop this love drought.”

SATURN – SZA ➤ “If there’s another universe, please make some room for me.”

SURE THING – MIGUEL ➤ “Love you like a brother. Treat you like a friend, respect you like a lover.”

SNOOZE – SZA ➤ “I can't lose when I'm with you.”

STRANGER – JHENÉ AIKO ➤ “Lame, okay?”

THE WEEKND – SZA ➤ “My man is my man, is your man, heard that’s her man too.”

SATIVA – JHENÉ AIKO ft. Swae Lee ➤ “Is it hot in here or is it just me, I’m so hot in here from smoking on this weed”

real “she said she didn’t like studs… till she met you” type beat.