#carlos alcaraz rpf

[lxndonorris]

heated challenge - Carlos Alcaraz

Y/N x Carlos Alcaraz Theme: Smutish, teasing, touching you're playing against Carlos in a friendly sparring match, which get heated fast x word count: 1290+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests (F1, Motogp, tennis, football etc)

The sun shines brightly overhead as you and Carlos walk onto the pitch of the private sports club. The court is pristine, the lines freshly painted, and the net taut. 

You look down at yourself, feeling both excitement and a hint of anxiety. You are wearing Carlos' spare tennis gear—a white top and a pair of shorts that fit surprisingly well. It's been years since you last played, held a racket, and walked onto the pitch, and while you aren't a professional, you know you are decent. 

Still, the thought of playing against Carlos, a tennis superstar, is both thrilling and intimidating.

Carlos looks incredible in his yellow tank top and black shorts. His clothes accentuate his physique perfectly, each muscle sculpted and defined. 

You swallow hard as your eyes meet, and he gives you a reassuring smile that sends a wave of comfort through you.

"Ready?" He asks, his voice filled with warmth and encouragement.

You nod, a little anxious about embarrassing yourself, but his smile bolsters your confidence.

You take your places on the court, and it is your turn to serve.

You take a deep breath, toss the ball into the air, and strike it with your racket. Not a bad serve, you think, but Carlos manages it effortlessly.

You rally back and forth, and you can tell he is holding back, perhaps subconsciously. It is a sparring match, after all.

As you continue, you begin to get the hang of things again. Your shots become more accurate, your movements more fluid.

Carlos notices and smirks, unconsciously stroking his chest.

"You're doing good," he says before serving the ball again, this time with more power and speed, testing you. 

You manage to return it quite well, causing his smirk to widen.

Still, he wins the set.

The two of you meet at the net, both of you sweating and breathing deeply. You can't help but admire how his muscles flex with every step he takes, and you know, by his eyes roaming all over you, that he feels the same.

"You're really good," he compliments, and you blush.

"I haven't played in years," you admit, your heart racing from the exertion and his proximity.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying the moment. "It doesn't show. You're doing great."

You can tell he is excited, his eyes sparkling with a competitive fire he can't hide.

The next set is even harder.

You manage to score a few points, but Carlos' athleticism and talent are too much for you in the end. He moves with grace and power, that leaves you in awe.

Once the set is done, you walk over to the bench for a drink. Before you can take a sip, Carlos comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. His touch is comforting, and you feel a rush of warmth as his chest presses gently against your back. He hums quietly, the sound vibrating through you and giving you goosebumps.

"You did so good," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

You lean back into him, embracing his body against yours. His hands are firmly on your waist, holding you close—gently but possessively. Turning around to face him, your eyes meet. 

"Thank you," you say, giving the compliment back. "You were amazing out there."

Carlos smirks, his gaze roaming all over you. "It was hard to concentrate," he admits, "because you look so good."

You blush again, feeling the intensity of his eyes on you. Steadying yourself against his firm chest, you feel the heat radiating from his body and the muscles reacting underneath his shirt.

His hands tighten slightly on your waist, and you can sense the desire in his touch. When your eyes meet again, you know he is craving your touch, but you both understand it isn't the place or the time.

"What do you say? One last round?" Carlos teases, one hand on his chest, the other motioning toward the pitch. 

"Sounds good," you agree, but before you can take your place on the court, Carlos takes his shirt off, showing off his toned body.

"I just need some space." He tilts his head playfully as a knowing smile plays on his lips. 

In one swift motion, he strokes his chest and tummy before his hand gently brushes over his shorts, drawing attention to the desire and excitement building up inside him.

For a second, you're unable to take your eyes off him; the display both challenging and tantalizing.

You regain your composure and raise an eyebrow. "Suit yourself," you smirk back at him, and the two of you get back on to the court.

The next set begins with renewed intensity.

Carlos serves first, his powerful shot skimming the net and forcing you to scramble. You return it with a strong backhand, and he nods appreciatively before smashing it back to your side of the court. You lunge, barely managing to return it, and Carlos's grin widens as he volleys it again, this time out of your reach.

He wins the first points easily, but you are determined to make the match competitive. 

You serve next, aiming for the far corner of the service box. Carlos darts to intercept, but your serve catches him off guard, giving you the first point. You feel a surge of confidence as you square off again.

The rallies are longer and more intense this time. Each point is hard-fought, with neither of you willing to give an inch. Your strokes are precise, your movements agile, but Carlos's pure skill is unmatched. He leaps and lunges with a fluidity that takes your breath away, his body a perfect instrument of the sport.

As you continue, the score remains tight. You are tied, and every point feels crucial.

You manage to outmaneuver him with a series of quick volleys, earning a few points in rapid succession. He responds with powerful serves that push you to your limits. The competitive fire in his eyes spurs you on, and you find yourself playing better than ever before.

Carlos serves again, the ball blazing over the net. You return it with a swift forehand, and you rally back and forth, each shot more intense than the last.

Sweat drips down your face, and you can see the same determination in Carlos's eyes. He is pushing you to the edge, and you are rising to the challenge.

Finally, it is match point.

Carlos serves with a power and precision that leave you scrambling. You manage to return the ball, but he is ready, smashing it down the line. You dive for it, your racket connecting just enough to send it back over the net.

Carlos sprints forward, and with a final, powerful stroke, he sends the ball sailing past you.

You collapse onto the ground, trying to catch your breath. Carlos lets out a low grunt of excitement, his face lighting up with a triumphant smile.

Carlos approaches you, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. One hand slides around your waist, pulling you close, while the other holds his rackett firmly.

Without a word, he kisses you passionately, his lips demanding and full of fire. You give in to him, your arms wrapping around his neck, savoring the intensity of the moment. His passion is intoxicating, and you adore every second of it.

You break apart, both of you smiling, the connection between you stronger than ever. 

"That was amazing," you whisper, feeling breathless and exhilarated.

"It was," he agrees. His eyes lock onto yours with a mix of affection and desire. "We should do it again, soon."

You nod, leaning into him, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. 

"Any time," you reply softly.

[wimbledonstrawberry]

roger taking care of his husband and son x

[nick-cassidy]

📸: Holger Rune’s instagram story

[carlandooo]

Carlos is a tennis player and Jannik is a famous singer/model AU

Mood board for my fic - 

"There’s someone that walks onto the stage from behind the scenes, and before Carlos is actually able to see who it is a couple of women (and men?) already start screaming excitedly. “Holy shit, it’s Jannik Sinner!”, he hears Lorenzo say in almost awe. Never heard of him, Carlos thinks, and then he sees him.

Holy shit indeed. On the podium stands a man who’s tall, with beautiful red curls, a guitar hanging over his shoulder, wearing a suit that clearly shows he’s also a model, and at that moment, Carlos knows he’s a goner."

[charlesleclerc]

i have re-entered the world of fanfic

[kb9-ships-mistercriky]

Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: Tennis RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carlos Alcaraz Garfia/Jannik Sinner Characters: Carlos Alcaraz Garfia, Jannik Sinner, Andrey Rublev Additional Tags: sincaraz, janlitos, between madrid rome and paris, all already written, Feels, Trouble In Paradise Series: Part 12 of Bocca e capelli Summary:

"Per Carlos fu anche peggio e scuotendo la testa si asciugò rabbiosamente una lacrima sul punto di uscire. - Siamo io e te, che diavolo fotte al mondo di noi? Perché ci devi nascondere? Con questo decise che era sufficiente. Dopotutto aveva fatto bene a non dirgli che l’amava. Era meglio tenerselo per sé, alla fine."

[alacants]

fic rec: someday soon (tennis rpf)

someday soon

carlos alcaraz/jannik sinner. 4k, rated t.

tags: fake/pretend relationship, secret relationship, established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, they're in love your honor

Anna's sitting at the end of his bed, bare feet swinging over the hotel carpet, smiling at him as she says, "You just won the goddamn US Open, Jannik. Don't you think you should call your boyfriend?"

His heart thuds hard in his chest. For an excruciating moment, they just look at one another.

Jannik's voice doesn't shake when he asks, "How long have you known about that?"

A heart-to-heart with Anna, and a long-overdue conversation with Carlos.

After winning the US Open, Jannik reflects on his choices over the last six months.

read on ao3

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i did not write this, but my bff who did is not on tumblr (and insists on posting to ao3 anon) so i am Here to Promote. read this fic!

[nancywheeeler]

oo so curious abt all of these but how about "and if you don't love me now" and "whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better" ?? good luck on writers block also that shit is EVIL <- currently trying to shake it off rn

writer's block truly is so awful, like why am i staring at a blinking cursor and forgetting every word in the english language, can't it all just be easier. but alas. i hope both of our writer's block clears up soon!!

okay so, a significant aspect of "and if you don't love me now" is in the year of our lord 2024, eddie roundtree's first (and only) solo album goes viral on tik tok. so every scene is connected to a track from that album and there are little multi-media snippets that open each scene. i've had a lot of fun trying to mimic various pop culture and music publications. here's probably my favorite:

track eight: second-place finish “ my love’s a god you don’t believe in / my love’s a house that you don’t sleep in / i know, i know ” Roundtree took his time arriving at his album's thesis statement, but here it is, in time for the finale. The title is depressing in its irony; the singer has lost every two-man race he has competed in over the course of his life, but finally recognizes that even if the winner were to disappear tomorrow, he would not be called up to wear the crown. He had never been in the running in the first place. With a brutal honesty he evades on other tracks, Roundtree determines, “You’re a lover; you just don’t love me.” The brutality is served by how spare the musical arrangement is: a lone but faithful acoustic guitar, reminiscent of an old Townes Van Zandt song. Out of pleas or places to hide, Roundtree is left with only his guitar and his final testament’s fading refrain. He knows, he knows, he knows. — from “We Break Down Every Track on Eddie Roundtree’s Album, Secondhand Sounds” Pitchfork || June 30, 2023

meanwhile, "whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better" is even more sports rpf. background: at the us open in 2022, one of the greatest tennis matches ever was played between carlos alcaraz and jannik sinner. it went until like 3 AM. highly recommend watching it if you have a spare four and a half hours. in this match (spoiler alert), jannik sinner had a match point in the fourth set that he failed convert. carlos alcaraz ended up winning in the fifth set and then went on to win the entire tournament, his first grand slam title at only 19.

so...what would have happened if jannik had converted that match point? coming to a fic near you (hopefully)

“Advantage, Sinner.” The crowd inside Arthur Ashe was screaming, and the noise shook the stadium like a minor earthquake. Carlos had stopped trying to guess where their loyalties lied three hours ago. It seemed to him they weren’t on the side of Jannik Sinner or Carlos Alcaraz anymore, but on the side of the tennis itself, cheering at the end of every hard-fought point not because of who won it but because of the pure magic spun off their rackets. They needed Carlos to save this match point, because of how desperately they wanted more. It was the tennis Carlos dreamed of playing since he was a kid. Tennis that left the world breathless. Tennis, ten years from today, someone would reminisce about to anyone who’d listen. I was there for Alcaraz and Sinner’s US Open quarterfinal. I watched Alcaraz save a match point at the bottom of the fourth set. Mopping the sweat off his face, Carlos readied himself to make it so. Advantage, Sinner, but not for long. Carlos watched Jannik walk back to the baseline, anticipated him blowing on the base of his racket before he brought it to his lips. Already, he knew so much about Jannik, how his body moved, his on-court ticks. How he clenched his jaw with the same ferocity as he clenched his fist when he won a crucial point. How he planted his hands on his hips when he couldn’t believe he had missed. How he never let up, not for a second. Carlos had dreamed of him, too. The greatest players needed a rival, someone who pushed them to their breaking point, then past it. He knew now, if he hadn’t known already, that rival was Jannik.

[firstserve]

sunshine, meet rainfall (3906 words) by killthecountdown Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tennis RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Carlos Alcaraz Garfia/Jannik Sinner Characters: Jannik Sinner, Carlos Alcaraz Garfia Additional Tags: Angst, Developing Relationship, 2024 tennis season, ineffective efforts at reconciling offcourt relationships with your oncourt rivalry Summary: Carlos is a friend before he is a competitor but he is both all the same. Neither overpowering the other, they sit in uncomfortable silence, shoulder-to-shoulder in the empty stands of a court pelted with rain until the title of boyfriend shoulders itself into the suddenly heavy space between.   A downward spiral, from Indian Wells to Rome.

new sincaraz fic up!

[kdsburneraccount]

ty to @gianniisantetokounmpo for tagging me in this 🫡 sorry it took me a while to get to

fave color: purple

song stuck in my head: fast car by tracy chapman

3 favorite foods: salmon in most forms, tiramisu, pho.

last thing i googled: nfl

dream trip: Japan or Hong Kong

anything i want right now: to finish my wips

3 ships: all rpf LMAO but uh Matt Ryan/Julio Jones (nfl), Josh Allen/Stefon Diggs (also nfl), Carlos Alcaraz/Jannik Sinner (tennis! how surprising)

last movie: Dario Saric documentary from like June (I don’t really watch movies)

currently watching: nothing except YouTube videos 😔

currently working on: fics and also slightly studying for upcoming school year

comfort food: atm dill pickle spears

tagging - whoever want to do this! @maddenrichard @mandaluskaya @litwhorees no pressure tho 🫡

[soronya]

B :-)

Thank you for your ask ♥ B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind. I think I definitely have to say Holger Rune/Casper Ruud for this one because, oh boy, have I fallen into this rabbit hole without considering it. But then, RG22 happened and I joked about Casper having to teach Holger some manners. The joke turned into a fic and, well, here I am. Can't say anyone had to convince me, it was more like setting sails and dragging as many people as possible with me on board :D Platonically, I'd go for Jannik Sinner & Carlos Alcaraz. They are both just so lovely and polite and their friendship is definitely evolving into something wonderful. Also, I just love their matches. Can't really say who convinced me here, it was probably the Tennis RPF Discord server and Jannik & Carlos themselves. Ask me about my current fandom :)

[reluctantsincarazshipper]

I posted my first wee Sincaraz fic last night - a short, angsty with a fluffy ending one-shot

Summary: Ever since he tested positive for a banned substance, Jannik Sinner has been pulling away, becoming more introverted and avoiding the people he called friends. When the news breaks, a hurt and confused Carlos Alcaraz confronts him about it.

As a note, it's not beta'd because my usual beta is not an RPS kinda person.

And now I'm hiding!

[idksmtms]

Request Guidelines

Current Status: OPEN for tennis and F1 only

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

HOTD: Aemond Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Cregan Stark, Criston Cole, Gwayne Hightower

GoT: Robb Stark, Jaime Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Tormund Giantsbane, Daario Naharis

TLK: Uhtred Ragnarsson, Sihtric Kjartansson, Finan, Osferth, Young Ragnar

PJ and the Olympians: Poseidon, Luke Castellan

The Iron Claw: David Von Erich (Harris Dickinson), Kerry Von Erich (Jeremy Allen White)

Peaky Blinders: Tommy Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Isaiah Jesus (with Daryl McCormack casting), Aberama Gold, Bonnie Gold, Luca Changretta, Michael Gray (you can hate him and still want to fuck him) - could write for others if requested

Succession: Kendall Roy, Roman Roy, Lukas Mattson, Cousin Greg, Tom Wambsgans (could be tempted into writing for Stewy)

RPFs: - Cillian Murphy + characters (Emmett - AQPII, Robert Fischer - Inception, Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow, Jim - Delinquent Season, Lenny Miller - ANNA, Raymond Leon - In Time)

F1: Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri (could do others if requested)

Tennis: Carlos Alcaraz, Jannik Sinner, Holger Rune, Hubert Hurkacz, Ben Shelton, Jack Draper

Misc.: Angus Tully (The Holdovers), Art Donaldson (Challengers), Homelander (The Boys), Rufus Humphrey (Gossip Girl)

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE

-Excessive Gore (in sexual situations)

-Cannibalism

-Domestic Abuse

-Full Noncon

-Parental Incest for ANY fandom

-Scat/Piss/Vomit Kink

-Underage Sexual Content

Other Notes

Reserve the right to edit requests as I see fit

[welcometololaland]

I’m watching the US open and the thing that the winner did (idk how spoilers for this works lol) after winning, I could totally see carlos or TK doing in your AU 😂🥰

DONT PERCEIVE ME 👀👀👀👀👀👀

also the real life carlitos I just- leave me, I'm okay I'm okay I'm just crying with happiness rn

[kb9-ships-mistercriky]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tennis RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carlos Alcaraz Garfia/Jannik Sinner Characters: Carlos Alcaraz Garfia, Jannik Sinner Additional Tags: after indian wells, trainings, POV Third Person, POV Carlos, into the storm, Miami Open 2024, Sweet, Cute, soft Series: Part 10 of Bocca e capelli Summary:

“- Oh piantala Carlitos! - riprese smettendo di ridere e tornando al proprio compito di proteggere Carlos dal proteggere lui” Investiti da una tempesta durante uno dei loro allenamenti a Miami, Carlos si prodigherà per impedire al suo Jannik di ammalarsi. Sarà l’occasione per parlare di paure e sentimenti. 

[kb9-ships-mistercriky]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tennis RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carlos Alcaraz Garfia/Jannik Sinner Characters: Jannik Sinner, Carlos Alcaraz Garfia Additional Tags: indian wells 2014, ATP - Freeform, Tennis, sincaraz, janlitos, semifinal, during the match, raining, cuteness, lovely boys, through difficult times, Falling In Love Series: Part 9 of Mouth and hair Summary:

"My motivation is you. At the idea of being able to play against you I felt something that... I don't know, I felt reborn." What drives Carlos to play his best tennis after a long period of difficulty? Jannik, very simple. And vice versa, of course. We also bless the long rain that during the semi-final of Indian Wells 2024 makes them stay alone in the locker room for three wonderful hours.