That's Mine - CC

That's Mine - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: You get jealous and don’t like when people take what’s yours (based off of THIS request)

Warnings: jealous reader, suggestive

Word Count: 2.6k

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AN: Let me know what you guys think!

You and Caitlin had been dating for about 6 months now. The two of you met when you were helping your roommate take photos of the team. She was one of the student photographers who would photograph different sports teams on campus. She was in charge of women's volleyball, women's basketball, and track and field. It seemed like a lot but she juggled it well.

You got roped into helping her out for one of the media days for the women's basketball team. It was a Friday morning and you had no excuse to get out of it.

You joined your roommate, Sophie, at Carver-Hawkeye Arena. You were in charge of carrying around gear and getting whatever lens she needed ready. It was honestly pretty simple.

You helped her set up the space before any of the team got there. When you were done, you went to grab coffee for the two of you. On your walk back you bumped into a few of the girls from the team.

You started talking with them as you all walked to where the media day was being held. A few of them had classes with you, and the others got introduced. They were all super chill.

When you returned, you handed Soph her coffee and got to work. You gathered all the props that they had and handed them to the girls whenever they went to switch up a shot.

One of the girls came up to you to introduce herself.

"Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for helping out today. Sophie mentioned you would be helping out today. I'm Caitlin." She says as she extends her hand to shake yours.

"Hi, I know who you are," you say with a little smile and laugh. "You are truly incredible on the court."

She smiles and you swear you see a slight blush creep into her cheeks.

"Thanks." She says. "Well, I better get back, thanks again for helping out."

You thought it was sweet that Caitlin came over to introduce herself. She didn't need an introduction as she was well-known throughout campus as one of our star athletes. But it was nice to know that she now knows who you are.

The rest of the media day goes smoothly. Everyone looks amazing and the photos are the best media day photos you have seen your roommate take - and she has taken quite a few.

At the end of the shoot, you help her clean up when Caitlin comes over again.

"Hey," you say as you start folding up one of the lights.

"Hi," she says and just stands there.

You don't think much of it and continue to tear down. She is playing with her fingertips and seems like she wants to say something.

"How did we look today?" She ends up asking, not getting to her real reason for coming over. You stopped what you were doing to continue the conversation with her.

"The team looked absolutely amazing." You say. "I think one of my favorite shots was of you actually." When you say it, noticing a blush that creeps up into her cheeks.

"Oh ya? Which one?" She asks, trying to regain her confidence.

"The one where you were midair for the dunk." You say with a little smile.

"Oh that one was fire, I think it is one of my favorites as well," she says. It is now or never. She takes a deep breath and mumbles, "Would you maybe want to grab coffee or something sometime?"

At first, you stare at her - your brain trying to process what she is asking. There is no way she is asking you out right now, she has to mean it as friends.

“I would love that,” you say with a sweet smile. You try not to think anything of it but it is hard when a gorgeous all-start basketball star is asking to hang out. The two of you exchange phone numbers and go your separate ways.

Over the next 8 months, the two of you really get to know each other. The two of you became friends and started dating shortly after.

That leads you today. The two of you are with a few girls from the team. It is one of her teammate's birthdays and they wanted to go out to a nice dinner and then to their favorite ice cream spot.

Everyone dressed up nice to go out to dinner.

When you walk into where Caitlin is getting ready - she takes your breath away.

You walk up behind where she is sitting and place your hands on her shoulders, rubbing her arms.

"You look stunning." You say as you look at her through the mirror. She looks at you through the mirror with a smile. She is putting on some light makeup, not that she needs it, that compliments her well.

"You don't look too bad yourself," she says checking you out.

You lean over and kiss the top of her head.

"Are you ready to go?" You ask as you sit on her bed.

"Yep, just finishing up," she says. "Can you come help me put this necklace on?"

You get up and help her. It is a necklace you got her for her birthday. It was a diamond circle that fell beautifully on her chest.

Once the necklace is on, she turns round to face you. She takes in your appearance and takes a deep breath. You don't know how she does it but it brings butterflies to your stomach without even trying. You crumble beneath her gaze.

She leans down and places the lightest kiss on your lips. You lean into her wanting more. She gives in and lets you take the lead. When things get a little too heavy, you break away from her. Your breathing is uneven and your eyes are still closed.

"If we don't go now, we won't make it out the door," you say taking a few steps back from her.

She just gives you a look, knowing you are right.

The two of you head out and meet up with the other girls.

The night is nice, you are all enjoying dinner and each other's company. Following dinner you all head to THE ice cream spot. When you all arrive, there is a line around the corner. The is nothing new and you all head to the back of the line.

As you are waiting in line and talking to one of Caitlin's teammates, something catches your eye.

You glance over at Caitlin who is in conversation with the girl in front of her. At first, you think nothing of it as it didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. You brush it off and get back to your conversation.

After about 10 minutes, you notice Caitlin is still talking to the same girl only this time, the girl's hand comes up to touch Caitlin's arm. Caitlin just laughs at something the girl says, making no effort to remove her hand.

You know it is harmless, but part of you was hoping your girlfriend would politely step back or remove the girl's hand from her body.

You try to shake the rising sense of jealousy that is building within you but it doesn't subside. Even though you are still in the conversation with Caitlin's friends, your ears and mind are trained on Caitlin and the girl.

After another five minutes, you hear the girl talking about how amazing Caitlin is on the court and how she has been following your girlfriend this past season, making sure she was at every game.

Caitlin being Caitlin, was very kind and to anyone else would look like she was flirting back. Deep down - you know she never would, but the insecurity that the jealousy brought, had you raving to get your girlfriend out of that situation. You wanted to stake your claim.

Your final straw was when the girl asked for a photo with Caitlin, which she happily agreed to. When the girl pulled out her phone, she leaned into Caitlin, putting her head in the crease of her neck, and tilted her head in. She was posing as if Caitlin was hers.

You had enough and excused yourself from your current conversation. You make your way over so you are standing right behind Caitlin.

You have a slight advantage since Caitlin is taller than you, so you could sneak up behind her without the other girl knowing. And when you do, you ever so lightly trail your fingers from her lower back all the way up to just below her neck. You see the skin on her neck stand straight up as her speech becomes uneven.

The dress she is wearing makes this all so easy. There is a large open slit that goes from her lower back up to her neck, right where your fingers just trailed and tied at the top. Your fingers begin to play with the strings as your other hand comes and plays with the bottom of the slit, hands teasing her waist.

You can feel every muscle in her body tense and you know that isn't the only part of her that is affected. You go on your tippy toes, just close enough for her, and only her, to hear what you say.

"Looks like I need to show you who you belong to tonight," you whisper in her ear. Caitlin's mouth goes dry as she politely excuses herself from the fan she was just talking to.

As she turns back to the group and you all approach the front of the line, she tries to grab your hand - wanting to make any sort of contact with you to ease the tension that builds inside her. You notice her hand coming to meet yours and move it - keeping up a playful conversation with the girls. The lowest of whines comes from your girl as she is becoming visually flustered and frustrated.

You knew exactly what to do to get her going, and once she was going, there was no turning her off.

The thing about your relationship with Caitlin is that when you two are intimate, it is usually sweet or based off of a mutual need for one another. And if there was any dominance, Caitlin would always be the one to take the lead. It has never been the other way around, until tonight.

You can see hands begin to fiddle with themselves and then come to the bottom of her dress, straightening it out and smoothing it over. She is doing everything in her power to keep it cool.

As the group enters the ice cream shop, you let her go first, placing your hand on her lower back, and guiding her in. She slows her movements, hoping to lean into your touch more yet nothing more than your fingers grace her body. She is itching for your touch.

She can barely focus as she is trying to decide what flavor to get. You are standing right next to her, your perfume overwhelming her. She wants to bring her arm around you and pull you into her body but is nervous about what repercussions that would have later that night. Your choosing to be the dominant one is new and the excitement that comes with that alone is enough for her to excuse the two of you to take you home to find out more.

When it is your turn to choose a flavor, you look over to Caitlin to let her go first.

"Ummm, can I please get....umm," she says, not knowing what to choose.

"She'll have a single scoop of your cherry vanilla," You say, not acknowledging Caitlin's look wondering why you weren't getting any.

"Can we also get a pint of that to go please," you ask the man who's taking your order, he gives a light nod and gets your order all set.

He hands it all over to you as you pay for it. You hand Caitlin her scoop and the paper bag holding the pint while mumbling something along the lines of 'tasting something sweeter tonight'.

Caitlin tries to engage in the conversation as everyone is sitting at a table that is too small for your group but can't focus on anything other than you. How your knee hits hers and your hand occasionally comes to her thigh when you laugh at something one of the girls says.

She leans over to you and quietly says, "Can we please go home?"

Her need for you continues to grow with each touch.

"I don't think I am ready yet," you say, finally looking into her eyes. Even the simple action of eye contact has her fighting back a squirm.

"Please," she whispers in your ear, practically begging.

You see how her thighs are pressing together and her hands can't keep still. You take a second to contemplate her request and cave. To be quite honest, seeing her in such a needy state has you riled up as well.

You stand and Caitlin immediately follows suit.

"We are going to head out, Caitlin doesn't feel too good," you say which isn't completely wrong. Everyone says their goodbyes and you say happy birthday to her teammate and begin the journey back. Everything was within walking distance of her apartment which made it an easy trip back.

Easy in the sense of the distance. Borderline unbearable to Caitlin as you still wouldn't hold her hand. She followed you like a lost puppy.

When you got back to her place, you didn't say a thing to her as you put the ice cream in the freezer and began looking through your phone. She expected you to have her pinned against the door the second you walked in the place, showing her who she belonged to just like you said you were going to.

She didn't know what to do when you didn't immediately jump her.

"Ummm," she doesn't know what to say but knows she wants you.

You look up from your phone and just stare at her. There are your eyes again, unraveling her without a single touch. Her heart rate going a mile a minute. You walk over to her and look her up and down.

"What do you want baby?" You ask low and slow, your hand coming to brush her own.

The control Caitlin wants to take is taking every ounce of willpower she has to subdue.

"Touch me," she says and your eyebrow raises. "Please, touch me."

Your hand comes to hold hers now, and her eyes flutter close. Her breath picks up and becomes uneven. She takes in the feeling of your skin on hers, even if it is just her hand. You then bring your other hand up to where the pads of your fingertips are skimming her neck, tracing her ear. Her neck tilts and she lets out the sweetest moan.

"Go get on the bed," you say as you grab one of the strings of her dress and pull it undone.

She immediately does what you say. You take your time in the kitchen, wanting her to sweat a little.

"If I find any evidence that you have touched yourself, that's it." You yell to her. You hear her groan in response.

You make your way to the freezer and grab the ice cream and a spoon. Once the freezer closes, you make your way to your girl in the bedroom.

AN: I hope this did the prompt justice. Please let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for the love and support 🤍

High Hopes || Chloe Price x fem!Reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: getting high with Chloe Price for the first time w a DASH of nsfw

an: I was extremely upset with the severe lack of chloe price x reader content so I got high and did it myself

To the residents of Arcadia Bay, Chloe Price was known to be a bad influence. Hanging around suspicious men, drinking constantly, smoking often, not to mention the drugs. But to y/n, Chloe was next to perfect. She was the light in y/n’s life despite the fact that the blue haired girl was often surrounded by darkness. The same applied to Chloe though. She would’ve been completely lost, broken even if it wasn’t for y/n. She saved her life after everything with her dad, Max leaving and Rachel, so she owed her the world for making her life astronomically better.

The pair had known each other since they were kids as they lived in the same neighborhood. Through the friendships with Max and Rachel, Chloe and y/n stuck together no matter what.

It was heartbreaking when Max left with out a word, beginning Chloe’s abandonment issues. Chloe began to lean more heavily on y/n, which she completely understood as Max and Chloe were closer friends than y/n and Max ever were. While Chloe dealt with one of her closest friends leaving her, y/n began to slowly but surely fall in love with her best friend. She didn’t know what to do and barely understood her feelings, so she hid how she felt in order to be there for her friend.

Max leaving was one thing, but when Chloe’s dad died, everything changed. She went from being this bright girl with such a wonderful future ahead of her to a burnout punk who couldn’t handle her emotions. She got mixed up with Frank, Damon and eventually Rachel, dragging y/n with her in the process. While Chloe lost herself with alcohol, cigarettes and weed, y/n watched her back to make sure she wouldn’t get hurt, physically at least. Every once in a while though, y/n would divulge in a beer or two, but had never smoked, never wanting to be too impaired so she could properly protect the girl she loved.

Rachel changed the dynamic of things though. Watching Chloe for the first time awkwardly interact with someone instead of being her confident brooding self was strange. The trio shifted and y/n always felt like the third wheel, watching her childhood crush find more company with the DA’s daughter. It was hard, but Chloe was adamant that y/n was her best friend, so she had to act like it and push her feelings aside.

Before Rachel went missing, her and Chloe had some falling out. Rachel said she had met someone who had “changed her life” and Chloe was crushed. Though her and the Amber girl maintained some contact, they were no longer the friends they once were, and y/n was left to pick up the pieces. When Rachel left, it broke Chloe further as she was still hung up on the idea of escaping Arcadia, and y/n was left to pick up the pieces once again.

A couple months after the Amber girl’s disappearance, y/n couldn’t take it anymore. Chloe’s constant flirting was messing her up badly as she thought there was no truth behind her words. One day, y/n broke, releasing all of her bottled up feelings.

“You look so hot in my clothes y/n”

“They’d look better on the floor though”

“You’d look even better under me though.”

“We both know you’d kiss me if you had the chance.”

That was the one that finally made y/n break at the junkyard one day. “Stop!” She exclaimed, startling Chloe, “please just stop.”

“Woah, what crawled up your ass and died?” Chloe asked, not knowing that her words would ignite something further within y/n.

Y/n scoffed, jumping off of the wrecked car she sat on with Chloe. “I have been in love with you for years and I can’t handle you f-fucking....I don’t know teasing me with that shit all the time!” Y/n yelled, refusing to look into Chloe’s eyes. “And it fucking sucks,” her voice wobbled, kicking the side of a wrecked car. Chloe increasingly got concerned at the well-being of her frie- y/n.

“Y/n,” Chloe started softly before being interrupted by y/n. “Please don’t pity me or anything okay? I know you don’t feel the same and that’s fine. We can still be friends and not make it weird.” She paced around, running her fingers through her hair.

Chloe approached her, grabbing her arms and making y/n look into her eyes. “Like hell I want to still be friends,” she spoke aggressively but still softly. It broke y/n’s heart to hear those words and the look of pain on her face made Chloe realize the choice of her words. “It took me too long to realize but I’d be nothing without you y/n. You’ve been there for me through everything, and I can’t lose you too. You’ve helped me so much and I can never repay you but god, you have been so much more than a friend to me these past few months, years even. I-I didn’t pick up on it until....until Rachel left. That’s why I’ve been saying shit about you kissing me and looking hot recently.”

“W-what are you saying?” Y/n’s face held confusion as some tears remained in her eyes. Chloe caressed her face as her other hand fell onto the girl’s waist.

“I’m saying that I’m fucking in love with you too, y/n l/n.”

The two girls sat in Chloe’s room, listening to music and recalling their times together while the blue haired girl got high. “Remember when we spilled my mom’s wine downstairs?” Y/n laughed while carding through the various disks Chloe had stacked under her stereo near the old TV.

Chloe blew out what remained of smoke from the cart she just hit before chucking softly, “you and Max were so scared about getting in trouble. You owe me your life for taking the blame for that shit.”

“Oh my gosh,” Chloe exclaimed from her desk, “the first time you got hella wasted a few months ago.” A fit of laughs proceeded as y/n blushed at her words, “please don’t remind me.”

“Chloe please just fuck me,” Chloe whined as she mocked y/n’s words, “I’ll be a good girl for you.” The deep blush on y/n’s cheeks got even deeper as she covered her face in her hands and groaned.

“Please stop,” she mumbled behind her hands as the Price girl laughed manically. “Come on I thought it was cute,” she chuckled some more before taking a drag of the cart yet again, preceding to roll the joint she’s been working on, “and slightly hilarious.”

Y/n shook her head lightly, picking out a CD that peaked her interest. Chloe finished rolling the joint at her desk, lighting it before flopping down onto her back to land on the bed.

Y/n skipped to track five, knowing it was some fast rock song that Chloe loved. “Hell yeah,” Chloe jumped up, hopping off of the bed. She held the joint between her lips, grabbing y/n’s hands. “Come on dance with me,” her voice mumbled through the joint. Y/n giggled, jumping around to the Firewalk song as the smell of weed she had grown so accustomed to filled her nostrils.

Chloe grabbed the joint between her fingers, still being able to hold the girl’s hand still. She yelled the words to the song wrapping her arms around y/n and pulling her back into her chest. The pair proceeded to mess around like this for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence in such a chaotic way.

Chloe took another hit from her joint, closing her eyes as she did so. Her eyes opened widely as a brilliant idea graced her mind. “You know what you should do?” Chloe spoke as y/n went to change the song.

“Play a song by someone other than Firewalk?” Y/n spoke teasingly. “You leave them alone l/n,” Chloe spoke with faux sternness.

Y/n shook her head, looking down at the stereo before playing yet another Firewalk song, “so what do you have in mind Miss Price?”

She walked towards Chloe yet again wrapping her arms loosely around her neck. “Well,” Chloe started, dragging out the word, “I know you’ve never gotten high before.” Y/n nodded, quirking a brow knowing where she was going with this.

“I think we should change that,” she spoke daringly. She took a step back, trying to pass her girlfriend the joint. “I’m good. What if David comes in? He’ll hate me even more,” she was more worried about protecting Chloe from that man’s torment then she was of the drug.

“Come on babe, don’t be a pussy,” Chloe teased yet again, holding out the joint for the girl to grab, still holding a hand on her waist. “Chloe I don’t think-“ y/n sighed before being interrupted by the girl in front of her.

“What? Can’t handle a little peer pressure?” She took a puff of the smoke, holding the joint out for y/n to take yet again. Chloe has a teasing smile on her face as y/n began taking a step back and holding a hand on her chest to fake pain, “didn’t realize we were just peers then.”

“Oh haha,” Chloe spoke sarcastically, pulling her impossibly closer by her waist, “you know what I mean.”

“What will me parents say if they find out my girlfriend is pumping me full of drugs?” Y/n spoke sarcastically, fake concern lacing her features.

“That should be the last thing they’re worried about being pumped into you,” she whispered in y/n’s ear. “Chloe!” Y/n exclaimed, giving her a shocked look as red dusted her features yet again, causing Chloe to chuckle into her neck.

“Come on y/n, I promise it’ll feel so,” she kissed her neck, “fucking,” she mumbled while pressing another kiss to her neck, “good,” she finally whispered, sucking gently on her neck.

Y/n closed her eyes at the feeling before taking the blue haired girl’s hand with the joint and bring it to her lips, finally giving in. The feeling of grasping her girlfriend’s hand and inhaling smoke for the first time was like no other.

Before she could blow out the smoke that filled her lungs, she began to cough profusely. “Holy shit,” Chloe laughed lightly, “you okay there newbie?”

As y/n recovered, bending down with her hands on her knees she flipped her middle finger at the other girl, “fuck you.”

“Is that a promise?” Chloe flirted despite her girlfriend’s coughs. She took a drag of the joint, keeping it within her lungs before exhaling.

Y/n stood up properly, shaking her head, “how do you do it?” Chloe’s face held a teasing smile before shrugging. “I’m a veteran with this shit, it just comes naturally to me,” she spoke before taking another drag.

“I have another idea,” she spoke flirtatious yet again, grabbing y/n’s hips yet again. “Just go with the flow, okay?” Chloe softly muttered with y/n nodding in response. Chloe smiled, taking her hand from the girl’s waist and to her own lips to take another hit from the joint. Instead of exhaling though, she pressed her lips onto y/n’s, releasing the smoke into her girlfriends mouth.

“Fuck,” Chloe spoke breathlessly when she pulled away, “that was so hot.”

Y/n kept the smoke in her lungs before exhaling, glad to not have coughed yet again. “C-Can I try hitting it again?” She asked innocently. Chloe smirked holding out the joint, “be my guest.” Y/n hit it again and again, with Chloe doing the same.

The best part of all it though was the feeling of Chloe’s lips all over y/n. There was nothing like this, feeling your head float above your body while simultaneously being grounded to Earth by the girl who’s hands were currently fondling y/n’s chest.

“You gonna be a good girl for me y/n?”

Needless to say, this will be far from the last time y/n would get high with Chloe Price.

I wanted her to be drafted earlier but if she was gonna go anywhere I would’ve chosen seattle for her

LETS START PRIDE MONTH WITH THESE TWO LOSERS!!!!!!!

art creds: caspervi

this picture made me choke on my hibachi and hyperventilate😋😋

caitlin clark x reader where the reader is very feminine and people don’t realize that shes 💅

She likes girls . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: although you’re a raging gay, you don’t typically look the part. if you had a nickel for every time you and caitlin got mistaken for beings besties or sisters, you’d be rich

A/N: thought this would be a cute little blurb, so anon, if you want me to edit this and make it longer, please message me :)

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“i don’t know maybe i’m doing something wrong?” you asked caitlin, legs draped over her lap. it was a sunday afternoon spent on the couch, relaxing after brunch with her family.

“baby” she patted your leg “you’re not doing anything wrong!”

“then why do people not take us seriously?” you were incredibly frustrated “if someone treats us like we’re best friends one more time i’m going to lose it”

it happened often, definitely more than you wished. you would be mistaken as caitlin’s sister or her best friend constantly. at first it just started when you started dating publicly. you’d receive comments like “you and your friend have a nice day!” or “she’s a good friend, keep that one around!”. it was sweet at first, but then cait introduced you to her team. they thought she was kidding when she announced you as her girlfriend. it wouldn’t necessarily have been a big deal, but it hurt your feelings that they didn’t genuinely believe that caitlin would date you. even when you met her family, the entire lot of them thought caitlin was bringing home a roommate for the holidays.

“i’m so sorry! you just don’t…look gay” her mom would exclaim, trying to apologize. you tried to not look hurt, you understood even.

“mom” caitlin interfered, already knowing how you were upset once again that you were mistaken for a friend. “it’s ok, but can we just drop it? please?”

now, today at brunch, the waitress asked for caitlin’s number right in front of you. while her parents and brothers were talking about work and school and while you and cait were discussing plans for next week, the young woman scurried over to hand caitlin a napkin with her number on it. caitlin had one arm around your shoulder, another fiddling with the rings on your fingers, and the waitress still didn’t catch a hint. after unfolding the crumpled napkin and seeing the bold black numbers, caitlin immediately declined and motioned to you, she was taken.

“oh my god,” the waitress said “i thought you guys were like friends or something i’m so sorry”

you weren’t surprised.

“i feel like something IS wrong though!” you reply to caitlin, running your hands through your hair in annoyance. “i hate that people don’t even see me as your girlfriend and it sucks!”

“i know, but we’re together either way and that’s all that matters” her words of reassurance were doing little to change your mind.

“maybe it’s the way i dress? i know i’m very feminine and stuff, so maybe that’s the issue”

caitlin laughed “YN, it doesn’t matter how you dress, ok? just because people assume we’re friends or assume you’re straight doesn’t mean that it changes your identity at all. i love the way you dress and i don’t want you to change just because people are blind.”

“you’re right, i just want people to know that we’re together” you sighed.

“me too,” she agreed “but at the same time, i really like saying ‘she’s my girlfriend’ to people”

god she was so sweet, “i really like that too”