#Tennis 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.

[sailorsallyart]

I’ve been thinking about laver cup 2022 non stop for 2 weeks now. these damn tennis men!!!!!!!

(tap for HQ)

close up under the cut

[theresonly1u]

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[existence-is-overrated]

fedal + hands🤝🏻

[kdsburneraccount]

Not to shamelessly self promo but us open men’s semifinal with two Americans playing each other reminds me that I did write a fic about them one year ago 👍

[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."

[joe-dwaw]

I was so endeared by "head was in the shed" that I almost missed "sat on the coach". Obviously, my filthy depraved mind immediately seized hold of it. James Trotman isn't bad looking, I suppose, and you just know Jack would do anything to make Daddy Andy jealous.

(I'm so sorry. This is what happens when I find somewhere to shitpost uncensored.)

[zingaplanet]

Football: how do we get our GOATS in one picture without them killing each other *ehem photoshop ehem*

Meanwhile tennis:

[sailorsallyart]

someday I’ll get Roger Federer's likeness right and it’ll be over for y’all (me)

until then let me take you inside that locker room at the 2022 laver cup….

[theresonly1u]

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[existence-is-overrated]

if roger’s tashi, who’s patrick and art??🤭🤭

[kdsburneraccount]

Hello…now that you’ve tennis pilled me…might you recommend me a tennis fic? 🎾💖

Sorry for tennis pilling you 😭 here are some recs (in apology)…

you and me (we are one and the same) by clo - Novak Djokovic/Andy Murray, where Novak is a vampire and Andy is kind of in a situationship with him. I'm not the biggest Novak fan out there but tbh I like this fic a lot 😭 in general this author writes novandy really well

you're so ambitious for a juvenile by Rainbowcat (@rainbowcat-writes) - so this is gen fic about Ben Shelton and Jannik Sinner! They have fun in between a tournament. Learn about each other a little bit. Nice long read about being friends and it made me smile 👍

I hear the sound of ticking of clocks, come back and look for me when I am lost by quickbe (@fritzes) - set in the context of the 2023 us open, where both Taylor Fritz and Frances Tiafoe lose their quarterfinal matches, but then are in a time loop (and they’re the only ones who know). I enjoyed the premise a lot! Would be interesting to reread with the knowledge of this year’s events 🤔

[likeadeuce]

Don't Call It a Comeback (#WIPWednesday)

Article links to a series of video clips, edited together:

1. Reporter: You've been so dominant since winning in Australia, and now here at Indian Wells. Heading into Roland Garros, what would you say to people talking about your chances at a calendar year grand slam?

Art Donaldson: A calendar slam? Umm, I'd probably ask if Roger died?

2. Roger Federer: There is, they tell me, now this young American who wants me dead?

3. Rafa Nadal: I think maybe I have met this young man. I have not yet had the pleasure to play this young man but ...?? I have gone nowhere.

4. Andy Murray (staring): I'm sorry, Art Donaldson said what???

5. Art Donaldson: So, yeah, now I guess Roger's mad because he thinks I threatened his life, and Rafa and Andy are mad that I didn't think they were worth threatening and... Anyway, Tashi tells me I'm no longer allowed to tell (*makes air quotes*) jokes.

Reporter: That would be your coach, Tashi Duncan.

Donaldson: I guess, ahh, yeah, my coach and well-- my fiancée. She said yes. This probably isn't how we were going to announce it? *waves off screen* I love you, baby.

[rodlaveraryna]

its ok guys just read that one jannik & ben road trip fic if you need comfort from tonight

[zingaplanet]

Somebody finally made a fantastic, fitting video tribute for the iconic rivalry and friendship of Federer and Nadal.

Long live to our two kings ❤️!

Source: @taylorintupelo on twitter

[bluespring864]

Well. I guess I got the characterisation right. (this was published about 8 months ago)

[during a discussion of Roger's retirement]

"Yeah. I have some idea how that must have felt, and it's... well. I mean, not that I'd deserve anything remotely similar as a send-off -"

Nole interrupts him, a hand on his shoulder.

"But this time you're going to tell us well in advance, and let us decide what it is you deserve when the day comes, alright? Which I hope is quite far off, by the way."

The story is here if anyone is interested (slash, het, poly, AO3 locked).