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Hello, can you write a Carlos Alcaraz sfw alphabet please? Thank you 🙌

sfw alphabets || c. alcaraz

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

He is super affectionate. Very touchy. Will always reach out to your hand unconsciously, or hover his hand on your lower back, gives kisses on top of your head. Loves to put his arm around your shoulder, a sense on protectiveness clear through his body language. Isn't afraid of displaying pda.

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

Given his playful side, friendship with Carlos has a high possibility to start from a silly banter. Something about how mild your drink is, given that you are in a club in Ibiza or how funny you look while doing stretches in the academy.

And when you become best friends, he would look out for you, even for the smallest things. Carlos would be ready to fight someone who badmouths about you, never second guessing your actions. Carlos would generally act immature, but during serious convos, he would be the one to give you power, to give you the support to lean on. Because he believes in you, his best friend, through thick and thin.

c - cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Carlos loves to cuddle. At the end of the day, pulling your body onto his chest, his legs over yours as he snuggles into your neck, placing kisses and telling how much he loves you. And somedays when he doesn't feel great with his game, the only comfort he finds is when he comes back to you, you arms wrapped around his waist as your fingers play with his hair. He loves to cuddle in the car just before a match (which sometimes ends with a makeout session when his horny ass just can't resist the faint taste of cherry on your lips.)

d - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Carlos would hundred percent want to settle down. I can imagine him as a big family man. He takes care of the kids while you rest, the dishes cleaned and dried before you could even go to the kitchen, when he sees you are exhausted as anything. He groans like a teenager when you tell him to do chores, and you know it's all fun and games. Carlos could never be annoyed or irritated to help you, to help your children. But that man has a serious case of forgetfulness, like how he is up till two in the night, completing your daughter's project which she told him weeks ago.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I feel Carlos would love to try to make it work till the end. He could never let you go, his life, his everything. Until a point where it just doesn't work out at all. And if he even had to, it would take him days to figure out how to bring it up. He would delay it, words dying in his tongue when he looks at your eyes. And he would bring it up in a quiet place, where there are no prying gazes on both of you. Face to face, even if it meant seeing him in a broken state, tears threatening to fall over his cheeks, ragged breaths following after. But he would make sure you knew the reason. The validity behind it. Face to face.

f - fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Carlos is a loverboy. He would love to wife you up as soon as possible. But he is very serious and responsible about his career, so he would wait, getting to know you, to get comfortable, to be himself at the end of the day. I really feel he might get married in his early 30s and would have around three kids.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

His touch is warm to your skin, especially gentle in the morning when he carefully removes strands of hair from your face. His hands roam around your body, tracing patterns across your belly. It's quite shocking how soft his touch is compared to the roughness on court.

He might look all tough on the outside, but on the inside, Carlos is a softie. Feels deeply, and in the game of tennis, it sucks. Hard to move on from losses,you trying your best to help him cope. And when you face problems, he talks it out of you, his way of connecting with you, emotion pouring into the conversation. And the thing is, he resonates with you,your happiness making his day and your pains affecting him aswell.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

This boy is a hugger. Like A LOT. Getting out of bed? Hugs you first. Cooking breakfast? Hugs you from behind. Leaving for practice? Hugs you a little tighter before running towards his car. To Carlos, when you exist in the same space as him, hugging is a way of enjoying your presence.

I feel Carlos loves the bear hold hug, pressing your body completely against his chest. He feels like a protector (which he loves to be). And at times when he is vulnerable, he would love to be in your arms, his head pressed against your chest, you threading your fingers through his brown hair, whispering sweet nothings to him.

i - i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

Around three months, four at the max. He is big on feelings, and the first one to tell the L word in a relationship as well. Probably in a fancy restaurant, tipsy giggles shared between each other. And then he stills, looking into your eyes, breathing slowed, smile barely held back. And after the I love you, he is so smug, calls for the bill. And Carlos chuckles seeing your face, wide eyed with a tint of red on your cheeks, waiting for you to say it back.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh boy, he will say that he isn't jealous, but then you see him pouting, huffing when you try to cuddle with him. It might be really insignificant, perhaps how the waiter smiled at you a bit longer, or how at the cafe the server threw in a heart on the cup. And sometimes you find it so cute, the way he fails to hide how jealous he is. And when you see his resolve melt slowly, he would say I hate when people do that. You are mine.

k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

Carlos kisses like there is no tomorrow. Tongue all the way. He would definitely be a neck and shoulder kisser, his lips travelling from your jaw, down till the valley of your breasts. He would give you a sneaky soft peck, whenever he sees no paparazzi around.

He loves to be kissed on his face, especially his cheeks. When he smiles, his cheeks cutely plump on the sides, which is quite impossible not to kiss. He also loves being kisses on his abs (about which he is quite cocky about.)

l = little ones (how are they around children? do they want children?)

You knew Carlos, being so polite to everyone that you believed it wasn't even possible for him to be even more kind. Until you saw him with kids. How his voice softened, hands hovering around their little frame just in case to catch them when they fall. How his eyes light up, smiling untill his cheeks hurt.

Carlos would love to be a dad. He would love to have two or three kids, teasing and running behind them all day. He would be one of those dads who would do stupid things along with their children. And he wouldn't ever hesitate to lay his safety down for his kids.

m - morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

On the days he needed to go for practice, mornings would be early for him. Cooking his breakfast with yours, placing a kiss on your sleepy forehead before he would head out for work.

But on off days, morning would be slow. Waking up with his hands around your waist, staring at your sleepy face before he nestles into you, occasionally falling back into sleep that he doesn't realise you admiring his face, lips a little part, soft snores escaping. And when you both were up, you would just lie in each other's embrace, talking about sweet nothings, kisses stolen in between.

n - night (how are nights spent with them?)

Nights are slow and cherised with Carlos. Gentle massages over his biceps while he talks about his day. His hands around your waist, thunb circling as he listens to you talk about your work. Teasing touches and lingering kisses which sometimes lead onto something else. But every night, before you both fall asleep, a soft peck against his lips is a must.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Carlos is a person who seems like an extrovert . But his closest people would see a much quieter version of him. The one that shares silly childhood incidents, the one who shares his deepest thoughts on life paired with his favourite drink. He looks like a person who would reveal incidents which are precious to him in the beginning, and when you have been dating him for a long while, it slowly unravels with thoughts, about his career, his relationship with his parents, his feelings. What he thinks about himself, about others, his life at a glimpse. And he would trust you when he is the most vulnerable, crying on your shoulder without any guilt, laughing along with you on the silliest things. Everything that he feels, he confides in you.

p - patience (how easily angered are they?)

He has medium tolerance. Wouldn't ever be too short tempered, but he isn't a high tolerence person either. And I mostly think that his tolerence changes according to the situations. He wouldn't get quickly angered when he is trying to fix the leak in the washroom. But will get angered in seconds when someone even remotely is rude towards you.

q - quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He looks like a general forgetful person, but not when it comes to you. Your interests, hobbies, what you love to eat, everything is in his mind. Your to-do lists, your bucket list items, he helps you even without you realising it. And when he sees your familiar doe-eyes looking towards the flowers that you like, he surpirses them by putting it next to your dressing table before practice.

r - remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

It was a pretty ordinary night, beginning months into the relationship. You were helping him with the dishes after having dinner over his place. While wiping out the washed dishes, he looks at you. Rubbing the sponge over the wine glass, shoulders relaxed. Like you belonged there, being in his house, alongside him. And he just couldn't help it and slipped in an I love you. Because it just felt right. And he caught you off guard, hands stilled, looking at him while your cheeks heated up. And god how much he still loves your reaction, how you barely mumble a love-you-too before turning red as a tomato.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective. Carlos always has one of his hands on you, either be interwined with your fingers or just ghosting over your back. He is quite alert, and whenever he feels that something might be wrong, he just puts his frame next to you, arm draping around your shoulder. And when anyone tries to flirt with you? An arm around your waist tugging you onto him does the trick. He would loved to be protected by being pulled at. Like how you would just pull his arm away while walking so as to not hit his head on a signboard. Or how you would hold his bicep a little tighter when someone else is trying to hit on him. And his favourite? How you kissed him right in front of the whole stadium after his win, claiming him to be yours.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oh he is a plan freak. Buying you dresses for special dates, perfumes and heels to pair with them. Getting you huge bouquets on your bithdays and during anniversaries, taking you on a ferry. Safe to say he is very lavish about dates. But there is something soft in the way he always restocks your favourite foods and how he helps you dry your hair after showering. And slow dates of him cooking food for you warms your heart the most.

u - ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not doing laundry or sometimes forgetting basic chores (iykyk). All in all, he is amazing but sometimes you wish he would have been a smarter dad, so that he could supervise the kids rather than take part with them in stupid activities.

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Oh, very. He loves his hair and his shoes a lot, the cupboard full of addidas is enough proof. He loves a good perfume (overuses it and finishes in a couple of months). But when you started dating him, you took over the hair department, because this guy has a blind spot for which haircut looks good on him. So you were there to save the day from your boyfriend getting the most horrendous haircuts.

w - whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

100% yes. He would be sending you random pictures of him eating or doing something silly on tour. Late night calls were a routine when he was away, telling you all about the guys (mainly jannik). And he would always whine about missing you before ending the call, being all pouty.

x- xray (how well he can read you?)

After months into dating, Carlos could read you pretty well. He could tell when you were angry, pissed or sad. Your emotions came with sublte gestures which he noticed. Just like when you are anxious and dancing your feet, his hand would slowly rest on your things, warm smile trying to ease out the anxiousness.

y - yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

A person who doesn't reciprocate his feelings and excitement. It would surely make him frown and dislike the person. I think a person who lacks empathy wouldn't be liked by Carlos. A person who isn't humble and looks down upon others would definetly be the ultimate turnoff for him.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Spooning you. Without fail every night. He loves to hold you close, arms resting over your waist as your back is flushed onto his chest. Rise and fall in your breath helps him calm his. Caging your body like its the last thing he could die protecting. Sealing his position with a kiss on your head before drifting off to sleep.

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hey love, sorry for replying to your ask so late 😭 i genuinely wanted to make this as accurate as possible according to me, and it took me a while to word my thoughts and that's why this is pretty elaborate and long 😅

this is one of my favourite asks and thank you for requesting <3 masterlist

Yes

Call me Carlos Alcaraz the way I'm thirsting over Jannik

Cr. GettyImages

Today we are all gathered here for the wedding of Jannik Sinner and Carlos Alcaraz

At this point, I don't know who is more in love than the other. Look at them. 😭❤️

Maybe if Carlos and Jannik hit the ball a bit softer, MAYBE they'd play a bit longer idk guys it's just a speculation tho

Yes

Yes

They would

And I'm sobbing

But jannik deserves it sm so I'm not that sad

And Carlos was all smiley

i absolutely looooove ur fics!! do u also write jack draper fics? i'd love to see how u write him!

OMG thank you so much!! It means a lot

I have been contemplating abt writing for jack because earlier I quite never followed him but recently I'm pretty attracted towards him and the way he plays 🤭🤭

I do have some half baked story ideas, but if you like to see something particular do hmu!

(back from vacay, expected to post in a couple of days 👀)

Rublev goes so hardddd

ATP PLAYERS representing their countries as stamps ✉️

I think that Alcaraz and Eva Lys are hooking up

Which birdie told you this 👀

(she is so pretty tho)

Sincaraz + ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Oh he fineee 🤭

carlos alcaraz playing golf with andy murray before wimbledon 2025

(via alacants, fuckyeahjuancarlosferrero)

Daddy

Hey yall

I'm actually on a vacation for a first time in 2 years so your requests and drafts are on hold for two weeks 🥺

I will be working on them shortly after my break.

In the meanwhile, please do read my other works

Thank you for all the love <3

The beginning of an enemy to lovers bl

"and then I told him 'I hope we play some more' because he was pretty and all, but I didn't think it would get that bad"

Babes...

I hope you saw Carlos' haircut.... No words

In the evianwater shoot right? It's old I guess but still

Why is he like this 😔

En Su Casa

SUMMARY: well deserved rest days back at home feel like torture for the champion…

WARNINGS: smut

You didn’t know exactly when or why things took a weird and unexpected— very predictable though— turn. Whether it was when Carlos finally came back home with you or when he laid in his bed after months of constant traveling around the globe. What you did know was that he was… restless.

His family had known you for a while yet you had been to their place only a handful of times. Carlos wasn’t home that often either so you mostly spent your time together during tournaments or on a beach somewhere warm. When he asked you to go back home with him you didn’t even hesitate. Anything for the champion, no? Oh boy, you were in for a ride.

At first you didn’t even notice. Well, you didn’t put two and two together at least. When you walked into his house, his parents were making dinner together. His whole family was there for their champion and you felt pride and joy overwhelm you as they congratulated him warmly. Carlos thanked each and every one of them, hugging some and kissing some others before excusing the two of you to go put your bags in his room.

“Can I take a shower before dinner? I feel gross,” you commented as you tried to find a spot for your bag. You didn’t even acknowledge Carlos, being very surprised his room was in its usual messy state — courtesy of his mom.

“Of course. Maybe we can even shower together and save some time, no?” You were used to this kind of jokes. Carlos was always rather flirty with you but it didn’t mean that he always wanted to act upon his eleven year old jokes. In hindsight you should have seen the way he was eyeing you up and down or how he was already taking his shirt off. Yet you giggled and brushed it off, grabbing your clothes and closing the door behind you.

The next hint should have been after that dinner. You were helping loading the dishwasher with Carlos— which should have been odd enough to ring a bell since Carlos was not one to volunteer to help. He was passing you the dirty dishes to put them in. His mother had insisted you let her do the hard work but you shook your head and told her she should relax. You were staying there for a few days, the least you could do was help out around the house. Carlos had quickly stood up and followed you. Even his own family shared a look of confusion.

You were listening to his family banter coming from outside. It wasn’t hot yet in Murcia which allowed you to enjoy a chill evening out on their little terrace. Carlos was awfully quiet for someone who didn’t know what quietness meant.

“Everything okay?” You had asked at some point turning around. Carlos looked up from the pile of dirty dishes and smiled. You should have noticed it wasn’t his usual lovey dovey grin: it was a smirk.

“You are so sweet. Taking care of my mom and of my family,” he stated nonchalantly. You smiled back and shrugged your shoulders, resuming the activity of putting dishes in the dishwasher.

“It’s no problem. Your mom deserves some rest,” you replied absentmindedly.

“Hopefully you’re taking care of me next,” he had murmured. And maybe, just maybe, if you had seen the look on his face you would have understood his words’ true meaning. But you weren’t facing him.

“I always take care of you, sweetie,” you said sweetly. Carlos sighed and tried to say something back so that you could get him but his grandmother stepped inside the house. You didn’t notice, too engrossed in your conversation with his grandma but Carlos rolled his eyes and sighed annoyed. Not at you, but at the situation he was finding himself. Every time he tried something either you wouldn’t get the memo or one of his family members cockblocked him.

The next time he tried something funny was around bed time. His extended family had finally left and the rest of the house had gone to bed. You were brushing your teeth, washing your face and getting ready to sleep while Carlos laid in his bed only wearing a pair of boxers with his hands behind his head. The memory of his win in Rome only a distant memory now. There was something else he wanted now, almost more than winning in Paris again.

When you finally came back into his room he eyed you up and down. You were wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts. Nothing fancy or sexy. But it was the most attractive thing on earth for him, maybe because he had started to think with his dick and not his brain.

“Amor, vengas aquí,” he called for you as you paid him no attention. One thing Carlos was most of the time was needy. He needed your whole attention every single time. It was endearing to be fair. You locked your phone and crawled on the bed to lay next to him but he redirected you so that you sat in his lap.

“I missed you,” he mumbled tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You grinned confused.

“Missed me? We have been together the whole day,” you reminded him but he pouted and shook his head. His hands fell to your naked thighs and stayed there, caressing the skin.

“C’mere,” you leaned in to kiss him. He wasn’t entirely wrong: you had been together the whole day but you were always surrounded by family members. Carlos welcomed you in his arms. You pecked his lips but he was the one to deepen the kiss. His hands moving from your legs to your waist to pull you closer, his mouth moving slowly yet hungrily against yours. He was a good kisser, always been. The type of kisser to make your legs wobble and insides twist. But you knew a few tricks too. You knew he liked it when your pulled his hair gently or when you bit his bottom lip.

What had started off as a simple kiss turned into a sloppy make out session. Carlos was so invested in it that he forgot where he was and how quiet he needed to be. He was so used to hotel rooms where he could be as loud as he wanted because he always booked his room as far away as possible from his team that it didn’t cross his mind the fact that his parents were two doors away from his bedroom.

“Shh…” you giggled when he let out a grunt. He let out a breathy giggle and enjoyed your lips on his for a little longer. Your nails scratched his scalp as you kissed him. And then, suddenly, you pulled away.

“Time to sleep,” you had reminded him while trying to get off him. Carlos looked at you in shock and bewilderment. He glanced at you and then down at his lap, his white boxers did nothing to conceal his growing bulge.

“Amor?”

“Yes, we can cuddle. But don’t snore,” and with that you turned around and went to sleep. Carlos was so confused he didn’t even protest at first. He was so confident all that kissing would lead up to what he wanted that the thought of you just going to sleep after getting him all worked up baffled him. Did you really not get in the mood after making out? Did he do something wrong? Oh God. What if you didn’t like having sex with him? Did he not satisfy you anymore? Carlos tried to remember if there was ever a time when he behaved selfishly during sex. Did you fake your orgasms? Oh God. Was he one of those guys? Those who can’t tell when their girls are faking it? Carlos started to spiral. Going to sleep was now the last thing he could do but you seemed to be fast asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Therefore Carlos turned, flipped around, huffed and puffed as he tried to find the right position. Yet the problem wasn’t the position, it was thinking you weren’t attracted to him anymore.

What Carlos didn’t realize was that his single sized bed wasn’t big enough for you to not feel every single movement he made. Therefore you weren’t getting any sleep either. Thanks to him. It was around midnight when you finally took matters into your hands and turned around to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him. He was taken off guard because he genuinely thought you were sleeping.

“Nada…” he tried to lie but he was the worst liar on earth.

“C’mon tell me. Why aren’t you sleeping? Whatever is bothering you is bothering me too since I can’t sleep if you keep moving around,” you sighed and sat up to turn on the little light he had on his nightstand. Carlos debated whether or not he should have said something. He hated showing he was insecure to you but he also knew it was better to work it out together than to hide it.

“¿No te gusta como follamos?” (Do you not like how we fuck?) it was so random that you stared at him with the most puzzled look you could come up with. Was he on drugs? Did he drink any wine at dinner? The lack of answer made Carlos internally panic.

“You don’t? Oh god, are you going to break up with me?” He blurted out panicking. Uh? You stared at him as if another head had grown out of his neck.

“What are you talking about? Where is all of this coming from?” You finally spoke. He had blindsided you with this sudden question.

“You have been avoiding having sex with me,” he stated matter of factly. You tilted your head to the side and furrowed your brows. Uh? You couldn’t recall a single time when you had rejected his advances.

“Earlier. I thought we were going to fuck but then you went to bed,” he finally explained. Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh. It didn’t calm Carlos down at all. Now you were laughing at him. Oh God, it was over. He was officially single.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he pouted and crossed his arms looking down.

“Oh no, baby. I’m laughing because I had no idea you wanted to have sex. Carlos, we are literally two doors away from your parents. I thought it wouldn’t be appropriate,” you tried to explain your thought process. That finally calmed Carlos. So you didn’t hate him? Good to know.

“But why not?” He kept pouting. He was cute when he did that. You smiled and caressed his cheek sweetly.

“Because, baby, you are the loudest person ever when we fuck and I don’t think either of us wants your family to know that,” your point was more than valid. Carlos embarrassingly smiled but didn’t give up. He was confident he could keep it quiet.

“Pero puedo ser quieto,”

“You couldn’t even be quiet with my panties in your mouth in Rotterdam and Juanki was next door,” you reminded him. You weren’t wrong. His coach side eyed him the whole flight back home. Carlos wanted to talk back but he knew you were absolutely right. Yet he couldn’t change his mind. The bulge in his boxers had a mind of its own.

“Pero amor…” he started to talk and put his big puppy eyes to work. You giggled and shook your head. You weren’t going to let him get away with this. Carlos grabbed your hand and tried to pull you closer by also grabbing your waist.

“Carlos,” you warned him pointing a finger to his chest. He was playing with fire.

“Pero, amorc mira lo que me haces. No puedo estar así toda la noche, ¿no?” He took your hand in his and led it downward till you reached his boxers. He was hard. You rolled your eyes but you knew he was working his magic on you.

“Dale, amor. Te juro que puedo estar quieto,” he mumbled while kissing your shoulder and then your neck, leading to your cheek and then his mouth ghosting over your lips. Damn. He was hard to resist.

“The first sound I hear coming out of your mouth I am stopping,” you warned him. He nodded like a good boy and smiled. Of course he always got what he wanted…

You didn’t know how hard it was to be quiet. You assumed Carlos would be the one struggling the most but you were wrong. He was sitting up against his headboard while you rode him. You were sure your jaw was going to snap soon because of how hard you were clenching it. Carlos licked his lips and sighed. His hands guiding your hips as he imposed an atrociously slow rhythm. You could feel every inch coming in and out of you. It was torture.

“Carlos,” you whined as he slowed down.

“Quieta,” he scolded you. The audacity… you looked away and tried to breathe in and out. This wasn’t pleasure, this was medieval torture and why on earth was he enjoying this so much? You bit your bottom lip and clenched around him every time he bottomed out. He gave you a warning look but that didn’t stop you.

“Y/N,” he grunted as you continued. He couldn’t expect you to keep going like this the whole night.

“Shut up,” you shushed him. Your hands holding onto his broad shoulders for leverage. He gripped your waist and let you finally move. And so you did. You went faster and he began to struggle. His mouth dropped open as you rode him the way you both liked. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the point where your bodies were conjoined, the way his cock slipped in and out of you.

“Joder,” he grunted sinking his nails in your flesh. You didn’t stop, resting your forehead against his as you tried to find a more stable position. The skin to skin wasn’t very quiet but you prayed the door and the walls would muffle the sound. Whereas you took care of Carlos’ increasing grunts by slapping your hand over his mouth. Of course he couldn’t shut the fuck up.

“Carlos, I swear—“ you groaned when he let out a deep grunt. He couldn’t even be quiet on court. What did you expect?

The Spaniard took you off him, which left you puzzled and annoyed. He flipped the two of you around so that you would be lying on your back and he sneaked between your legs, his face hovering over yours and his arms around your head.

“What are you—“ he pushed your legs back so that he could have more access. His face was soon hid in your neck where all of his grunts and moans were muffled. The angle switch did wonders on your core. You sank your teeth in your bottom lip to silence yourself.

“Fuck,”

“Be quiet,” he reminded you smugly. The prick.

His pace was ruthless and didn’t let you even breathe. He was going harder than you expected but you could also feel your orgasm build up faster.

“Amor, un día me vas a matar,” (you’re going to kill me one day) he muttered breathlessly. You wanted to answer something snarky back but you didn’t trust your own voice in that moment. Carlos’ stamina and strength on court were just as impressive in bed. His hips ruthlessly slapped against yours till you couldn’t take it anymore. His teeth bit your neck, his hands fisted the sheets as he teetered over his own orgasm.

“Correte para mí,” he begged you in your ear and you could only do as you were told. Carlos followed you right after, coming undone inside of you. His hot seed spilling into your throbbing core. You tried to be quiet in the process, biting onto his shoulder. Carlos pulled out after a few seconds and smirked when he saw his cum spill out of you and onto his sheets.

“Great, now we have to make the bed again,” you huffed and tried to sit up but Carlos quickly pushed you back down. He towered over you with a big smug, his naked and hard chest almost intimidating.

“I’m not done,”

so ruud coded

Us: Nooooo, Casper has to withdraw from Wimbledon because of his knee!! Poor Casper, he must be so sad !!! 😭😭

Casper, in the meantime : "Um, If I use the 4 iron, will I get a hole in one? 🤔"

Still Yours, Still Proud.

› Pairing: Jannik Sinner x Female Reader.

› Summary: Paris, after the final. He finally lets go.

› Word Count: 1.4k.

Post-RG 2025 — Paris, Hotel Room.

The world had moved on fast. That’s what hurt most.

Commentators were already hailing Carlos Alcaraz’s era-defining victory. Headlines hailed the maintenance of the reign of the king of clay. Social media was a storm — clips, stats, rewinds. Everyone had something to say.

Except him.

Jannik hasn't said a word since the press conference. No interviews, no statements, no reposts. Just the eerie silence of his hotel suite and the muffled hum of Paris traffic below.

She had knocked three times before he opened the door. But when he did, pale hoodie on, hair still damp from a too-long shower, eyelids heavy either from tiredness or from the tears that threatened to fall, and his eyes found hers, something in him unknotted. Wordlessly, he stepped aside to let her in.

No one else had made it past that door.

She kicked off her shoes and crossed to him slowly, barely a breath between them. “Jannik…”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, legs wide, forearms on his knees, eyes locked somewhere near the carpet. She moved to stand between them, her fingers brushing over the soft copper of his hair before cradling his jaw gently.

“I still think you’re the best,” she whispered, because it was true. Because no match could ever change that.

He didn’t say anything, just leaned forward slowly, until his forehead pressed against her stomach, and then, just as quietly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap.

The moment she settled, knees tucked on either side of him, his whole body gave in. His face hid in her neck, arms anchoring tightly around her waist like she was the only thing tethering him to the earth.

And then he cried.

Not loud. Not broken. Just silent, trembling, aching tears soaking the skin beneath her collarbone. She didn’t shush him, didn’t say anything about being strong or proud, just held him tighter.

Her fingers brushed through his hair as his breath hitched against her. “It’s okay,” she murmured, cheek resting against the top of his head. “You don’t have to be perfect for me to love you.”

He finally spoke, voice rough and choked. “I tried so fucking hard…”

“I know,” she whispered. “I saw.”

His grip on her tightened, like he thought she might vanish if he let go.

“No one else,” he said hoarsely, pulling back just enough to look at her through bleary lashes. “I don’t want anyone else near me right now. Just you.”

She cupped his face and kissed the tip of his nose, then his temple, then the corner of his mouth.

“You’ve got me,” she promised. “Always.”

And in the quiet that followed, with Paris glowing just outside the window and his chest pressed tight to hers, he felt it — the shift. The slow, small healing that comes not from the world forgiving you, but from one person loving you enough that it almost doesn’t matter.

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Later that night, the Paris skyline had dimmed to a soft haze. The buzz of the city barely reached the hotel room anymore, and inside it, everything felt still — safe.

Jannik was lying in bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other lazily curled around her waist. She was sprawled across his chest, warm and breathing slow, fingertips absently tracing lines over the fabric of his shirt like she didn’t even realize she was doing it.

He hasn't said much since earlier. Not because he was shutting down again, but because he didn’t want to break the moment. Not when she was here. Not when her presence felt like the only thing that didn’t ache.

He looked down at her then, at the curve of her cheek pressed to his chest, the slow rise and fall of her breathing, the little crease above her brow that never smoothed out until she was truly asleep. The sight made his throat feel tight again, but not in the way it had before. Not grief nor shame. Just awe.

And guilt, maybe. Guilt for letting it get to him so much. For crying. For caring so much. For not being the version of himself the world always expected.

“I shouldn’t have…” he started, voice barely above a murmur.

She stirred. “Hm?”

“I shouldn’t have gotten that upset,” he said. “It’s just a match. I mean, I lost. It happens. People lose.”

She lifted her head slightly, blinking up at him with sleepy softness. “Jannik…”

He didn’t look at her. “I’m not a sore loser, I swear, I’m not. I just— I couldn’t stop it. I felt it coming and I—” He exhaled sharply. “I don’t know why I took it so hard...”

She propped herself up on her elbow now, eyes steady on his. “You’re not a sore loser.”

He gave a faint, humorless laugh. “Sure didn’t feel like it.”

“You were out there for almost six hours,” she said quietly. “You left everything on that court. And when the match ended, you didn’t throw a tantrum. You shook hands, congratulated him, did everything with grace. And then when it was just you, you broke a little. That’s not being a sore loser, Jannik.”

She reached up to brush a piece of hair off his forehead, fingers soft and steady. “That’s just being human.”

His eyes finally met hers.

“It doesn’t make you weak,” she added. “It makes you real.”

For a moment, he just stared at her like he didn’t know what to say. And then, slowly, his arms wrapped around her again, pulling her back down onto his chest, closer this time.

She melted into him without hesitation.

“I’m lucky you’re here.” he whispered into her hair.

“You always will be.” she whispered back.

Eventually, her breaths evened out, hand going still where it rested above his heart. But Jannik stayed awake a little longer, just watching her, holding her, feeling everything in him soften because she hadn’t just seen the parts he tried to hide — she had held them, kissed them, forgiven them.

And for the first time all day, he let himself believe it might actually be okay.

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The Morning After — Paris, 8:12 a.m.

Light spilled gently through the cracks in the curtains. The city below had already woken up, but inside the hotel room, time moved at its own pace.

She was still asleep when Jannik stirred, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, one leg tangled between his. The sheets had slipped low around their waists. Her hand, small and warm, was curled over his chest like she’d claimed it in her dreams.

He didn’t move. Didn’t dare to. Instead, he just looked at her.

The soft part of her lips, the faint crease in her brow, the way her lashes fluttered every few minutes like she was somewhere in between dreaming and waking.

His heart did something stupid in his chest. A little stutter, a little ache — but the good kind this time.

She had seen him yesterday, in one of his lowest, most exhausted states. Not just tired from the match, but from the weight of expectation, from the way defeat settled in your bones when you knew how close you came.

And she hadn’t tried to fix it. She had just stayed. Loved him right through it, without asking him to be anything other than exactly what he was.

"You're still staring," she mumbled suddenly, voice sleepy and soft.

He smiled, brushing a knuckle down the curve of her back. “I wasn’t staring.”

“You were definitely staring,” she muttered, eyes still closed.

“Fine,” he said, low and playful. “I was admiring.”

She peeked up at him through one eye, a small, crooked smile forming. “Did the view help you recover from emotional devastation?”

“A little,” he murmured. “Still recovering.”

She pressed a kiss to his collarbone, slow and lingering. “Take your time.”

And maybe for the first time after a loss that heavy, he would.

Because she made him feel like he didn’t have to rush past the pain or cover it up. That being human — even messy, emotional, tired — wasn’t something he had to apologize for.

So he pulled her closer, buried his face in her hair, and let the morning hold them both, slow and safe.

its meddy vs bublik god i can't even take sides 😖

hear hear

challengers is just an elaborate sincaraz fanfiction

let go was so sweet 🥹 we definitely need more Jannik fics

hehe tyyy for reading let go im not a major jan girle but for the past few weeks i have become a jack and a jan girlie curtsy to @yungbludz pls do hmu with requests, i will cherish and nurture them 🥹 (one of carlos is in progress hehe)

and thanks again for reading my work <33

let go

The sound of the water running echos in the bathroom, filling up the bathtub. Not too hot, not too cold, just warm. Just like how your boyfriend likes it. Hoping that this would take his mind away from the match, even if it is for a while. Hoping that his shivering hands, the ones that you held throughout the car ride, would soothe under the warm water.

Stepping into the room, you see him. Shoulders a little hunched, sitting at the edge of the bed as he stares out into the Parisian night. You sit down, bed dipping a little. "Water's ready Jan." Your voice soft. Not too loud. Just there.

He looks at you, eyes reflecting his tiredness. Forcing a weak smile, he makes his way to the washroom. You hear the rustle of fabric, water sloshing around. Then silence. Loud and deafening. You know how Jannik is, he needs a little time alone after a loss. He shuts out the world, spiralling into his self doubt. And god you hated it, hated how his eyes would lose their spark for a while, mind and body gruelling to practice for longer hours. And how you wish you could take this weight off his shoulders for a while, but you didn't want to rush him into opening up, not at his most vulnerable moment. So you waited, until he spoke by himself. The silence was eating you up. You stood by the washroom door, seeing him. His eyes closed, curls slightly damp, just sitting. His deep breathes filled the void. Your clothes hit the cold bathroom tiles with a soft thud, as you move towards him. Entering the bathtub slowly, sitting behind Jannik. Your arms wrap around his neck, as you pull him closer, his back flushed against your chest. He doesn't protest, leaning back under your touch. A sigh left his lips as your hands caressed his face, his head pressed against your chest, pressing a kiss on top of his head. You could feel his shoulders loosen up a little, his voice breaking as he spoke. "I tried so hard today." "I know, Jan." "How did I miss this?" you could tell he was holding back tears and it broke your heart. "Happens sometimes." Your words hang in the air. Fingers brushing through his hair, just how he likes it. Trying to make him relax. "I missed this chance, I was so close, just one more point." your chest tightens at how strained his voice was, choking a sob.

"One of the many chances you will get in the future." "I wish." He scoffs, frustration evident in his voice, self doubt seeping through the cracks. "You will." your voice firm. Promising. Thumb caressed over his cheek, as you feel tears flowing.

"I let everyone down. I'm sorr－" "Rubbish. You are one of the best players in the world right now, don't you dare forget that." "Doesn't matter, I lost. That too from such an advantageous position." "That doesn't undermine your achievements." His chest heaving, sound of his sniffles echoing.

"Let go, I'm here" And he did. You could feel his shoulders shaking, breathing in soft gasps of air. You held him close, rubbing his back, trying to be the support he could lean on. You could feel his resolve crumbling slowly. The water has gone cold, his breathing slowly becoming even. "It hurts." You could feel the walls that he built around him crashing down. "It will." He moves his head to look at you, eyes puffy. Your fingers wipe his tears, seeing him like this pulls your heartstrings. "But you will get over it. Because you are strong. I know it, and you should too." You smile at him, to let him know that you mean it.

And this time when he smiled back, it wasn't a forced one. It was genuine, where he was thankful, even if he wasn't very vocal about it. His hand takes in yours, leaving a kiss on your palm.

"I believe in you Jan." His breath hitched, lips parted as he stared into your eyes. Searching. Believing. And he believed you. He kissed your lips, so gentle, pouring his unvoiced emotions into it. Of how glad he was that you were there beside him right now. ----- masterlist

i might be done with the jannik fic yall....

on god cuz what in the heartbroken popstar moment is this

what if your recent situationship got so bad that you hopped on to karaoke with andrea bocelli

i am so proud of bublik, he finally got him <3

he's playing so well, want him to win halle

pretty little baby<3

pouter since 2001

aww i love the sync

aww i love the sync

istg this man is gonna kill me 😭

where is the grasscaraz?!?!?!

(jk still love him a lot)

WHAT THE NAHHHH 😭 alcaraz sinner draper throple

are the bills this high jan? 😭😭😭

[EXCLUSIVE NEWS] Tennis world #1 Jannik Sinner is set to star in “ATP250”, a new movie in the works for Italian director Luca Guadagnino. Sequel to “Challengers”, the story now follows Gianni Peccatore, an Italian tennis player struggling to find balance between his extremely promising career and his polyamorous gay relationships. Sinner has stated he is “really excited about the project” and that he “can’t wait to see what’s coming”

(source: Hollywood Reporter)

for all the weirdos on that app, it still has some gems bc i genuinely couldn’t stop laughing after reading this😭😭