#alcaraz

[charlieluver]

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MDNI

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

He always takes care of his girl. Carlos would first spoon you, cuddling and asking if it was okay, if you were ok. His hands softly kneading your muscles, releasing tension. A warm towel to clean you up, then carrying you to the bathtub filled with warm water. And after both of you freshen up, he holds you in his chest, murmuring about how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you, drifting off to sleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and their partners)

I feel Carlos loves his biceps, especially holding you in a chokehold, sometimes squishing your cheeks with it . He also loves his tongue, sticking it out at any chance he gets, in you as well. He surely is a neck guy, placing soft kisses and hickeys on your neck, groaning into your ear about how good you feel around him, lips tracing kisses.

C = Cum (Basically, anything to do with cum)

He loves to cum on you, adorning your back, and the in between the valley of your breasts. He loses his mind when his cum drips down your lips after a blowjob, eyes blown as you look up at him, having no idea what you do to him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves the thought of you choking him slightly, and biting on his bicep. You stumbled upon this quite accidentally, while riding him, your hands slipped up to his neck, choking him slightly as you regained your balance. You felt his breath stutter, hips twitching as he gasps. He still thinks you don't know about it, your hands "accidentally" choking him from time to time during sex.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Let's all think about it. He's hot, young and of course has some experience. Probably with his ex or a casual fling. But when it came to you, Carlos felt like it was his first time all over again. He didn't want to mess up, learning your body and your reactions. And boy, he is good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Carlos would love to see your face, how your lips fall, breath stuttering as his fingers toys with your clit. How your back arches as his tongue flickers your nipple, your hand finding his shoulders, angry red marks blooming on his back 'cuz of your nails. He loves it, seeing your eyebrows knit together, soft moans escaping your kiss swollen lips, eyes blown, sweat glistening your skin giving you a glow. He swears its the most sacred thing he has ever seen.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

For Carlos, I really think it depends on the situation and circumstances. He would be quite goofy during morning quickie, laughing about how he gets a morning boner and needs to fuck first thing in the morning. On the other hand, sometimes he just needs a hard fuck, shutting you up with a kiss, being all dominant, blowing off steam.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He looks like a man who keep it short, trims, but never clean shaves. It suits him. (Can't say about the curtain matching the drapes right now because he just went bald and blond out of nowhere 😭)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Carlos is super romantic, hands always roaming over your body. Fingers caressing the curve of your back, lips kissing yours, swallowing your whimpers and moans. He is super clingy during sex, his body always flushed against yours no matter what. And when he cums, his face is on the crook of your neck, gasping and moaning your name into your ear, blabbering about how good you felt, how lucky he is to have you .

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Whenever he is overseas, Carlos sometimes needs to release. He jerks to your voice messages, especially that one which you tried out something, trying to sound sexy. You think that was the dumbest thing you have done in your life, but Carlos thinks otherwise, keeping it pinned in his chats.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Leaving hickeys. I repeat, leaving hickeys on your chest, your boobs, neck, thighs, whatever he finds. He LOVES marking you up, giving that smirk after seeing the red bloom. I feel he loves overstimulating you, just can't get enough of your moans and your fucked out look. Carlos looks like he has a pain kink, he loves the feeling of your fingers curling around his locks and tugging them, or just whenever you slightly bite down on his hand as he tries to muffle your moans, or when your nails dig into his shoulder. His favourite is when you bite down on his lip a little too hard during a makeout session. Carlos is definitely a switch, dominating you in one, and the next sex session begging you to let him cum.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Shower, definitely a post match shower sex person. I think he is also a bed/ couch sex lover, especially in the mornings when he is super clingy and just wants to be close to you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Carlos would definitely get turned on when you wear bodycons or something a little lacy, the curves driving him crazy. Whenever you bend to pick something up, or when your ass brushes over his lap while moving around in the kitchen. But I think the most important one is when you speak to him in spanish, or atleast try to do so. You can visibly see his eyes widen, his touch lingering a bit too long.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

I think a major turnoff would be if you didn't smell very well or lack of hygiene in this case, and probably extreme kinks like somnophilia, cnc and urophilia .

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh boy, Carlos is so bad down for you, just the thought of eating you out makes him hard. And he knows what he's doing, when his tongue swirls around your clit as his fingers curl deep inside you, vibrations causing your thighs to shake, him helping you reach your high embarrassingly fast. He loves when you give head, the sight of you going down on him just drives him crazy. Holding your hair as you look up at him, tongue swirling around the tip, god the sight alone will make him cum.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the mood. But generally I feel a quickie with Carlos is much of faster and rougher and other times its much more sensual and hard fuck.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Carlos is all in for quickies, he loves it. Maybe back at his hotel room, or sometimes even in the locker rooms (he prays that Junaki doesn't find out). And I feel he does it frequently too, maybe at least once in a few days, just after practice or in the morning.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He takes decent risks, not something way off his comfort zone though. And I feel he would never consent to something that might hurt you a lot, like definitely deny extreme bondage. And even if he does slight bdsm, I feel he would check up on you mid sex frequently, like trying to make you remember the safe word, and would definitely be heavy on the aftercare.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I can imagine Carlos telling him that his tennis hardcore routine helps him with his stamina a lot 😭. But yes, that man has a high stamina, and an ever higher sex drive. He can go for 3-4 rounds without breaking a sweat, and lasts pretty well.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think Carlos doesn't own much toys for himself, probably a simple stroker, he just gives more of a "hand is enough" vibes. But during sex, I can imagine him using toys on you, like a bullet vibrator against your clit while he thrusts into you, making you cum faster.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A pretty big tease, Carlos loves to hear you beg, to hear you say how good he makes you feel, how much you want him. How your arms drape around his neck to pull him down as he thrusts into you, just wanting to kiss, but he doesn't give in, smirking at your attempts. His hands just hovering around your waist at a dinner party, lips grazing against your ears as his eyes intently read you body, your wide eyed face as he breaks into a smile, knowing the effect he has on you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is loud, and he knows that too. The groans that leave his throat while entering you, the moans of your name spilling out of his lips as he chases his high, the hiss that he does while getting overstimulated. God, sometimes you thank that all the walls in your house are soundproofed.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

"c-carlos jesus" your shaky hands reach to clamp your boyfriends mouth, his cock drilling inside you, his hands grounded on your thighs. "baby shit- you're loud c-carlos" your back arches as his thumb finds your clit, hands no longer able to cover his mouth. "god you make me feel so good, let me have m-my prize." his lips find yours, hungry and needy. "Junaki i-is in the next room Charlie k-keep it low" "He wont hear anything baby, he's old," he barely finished the sentence as a rapid knocking sound cut through the sex filled air.

"Carlos, ¿qué carajo estás haciendo?" "Carlos, what the fuck are you doing?"

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Rock hard abs, big dick definitely (something he is very smug about) and a lot of horniness.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH, THROUGH THE ROOF. He is a horny bastard, would love to sneak in a quickie anytime and loves long sex sessions at night, till your legs shake and your hair is damp from sweat.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Carlos is just awake to help you through aftercare, he is such a gentleman, bringing warm towels and helping you wipe down, and when it gets really messy, setting up a bath for both of you. And after wearing fresh warm clothes and you curled up next to him, mumbling "i love you", and then, he's out .

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hey guys! did you miss me 🥺 im so sorry for not posting for a while.....had a lot of things in my plate (and i procrastinated so hard) and im going to get to busy later on too :") clg will start soon im lowk terrified but i promise i will slowly but surely complete all your requests because i love yall too much <3 (we crossed 200 followers yayy) so sorry anon that your request took so so long 😭 hope you like it!! anyways, have a great day! (so sorry for the tmi )

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Could you please make one with Carlos or Jannik where reader is older than him like and is a bit insecure about it

Right Where I Want to Be | C.Alcaraz

synopsis: your boyfriend says something that he doesn’t realize makes you overthink your age gap.

pairing: carlos alcaraz x f!reader, established relationship

warnings: age gap (reader is 26, carlos is 22), slight agnst with happy ending, insecurities

author’s note: hii! it’s my first time writing a request so i hope it’s to your liking! please enjoy! ❤️

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The sound of his laughter echoes through the apartment, boyish and carefree, like the kind that makes you feel lighter just by being near it.

You’re curled up on the couch, legs tucked under you, a soft blanket thrown over your lap, scrolling absently through your phone. The Instagram algorithm seems to know exactly what mood you’re in—weddings, baby announcements, couples with coordinated outfits and golden retrievers. One after another.

“Can you believe I’m the same age as that guy?” Carlos chuckles from the kitchen, voice warm, cutting through your thoughts.

You glance up to see him grinning at some video on his phone. A viral clip of a twenty-two-year-old doing a drunken backflip off a bar counter—landing flat on his ass. Everyone in the comments is cheering him on for being “young, wild, and free.”

Carlos looks over at you, his grin still intact, not realizing that the comment hit a little differently for you.

He walks over, standing behind the couch to drape his arms around your shoulders, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. But your laughter doesn’t come. You just hum in response, still staring at the screen like it holds the answers to questions you haven’t asked out loud.

He doesn’t notice the silence right away.

But you feel it—like a chill sneaking in through a crack in the window. That familiar voice in your head, the one you’ve spent so long learning to ignore, suddenly louder again.

“He’s 22,” it says. “He’s supposed to be out there being wild and free. You’re 26. People your age are settling down. What are you even doing?”

You try to push the thoughts away, try to remind yourself that love doesn’t come with a checklist or a timetable. But it’s hard not to feel the distance in years tonight. Hard not to feel like maybe you’re the one holding him back from something he hasn’t even realized he wants yet.

•

You don’t bring it up right away.

Instead, you tell him you’re tired and head to bed early. He doesn’t question it, just gives you that sweet smile and tells you he’ll join you soon.

But as you lie in the dark, your mind races. You think about your friends—another one just got engaged last weekend. The one who used to be the last to settle down, the one who swore she’d never wear white or sign papers. And now here she is, glowing with a ring on her finger and a baby on the way.

You think about how, at twenty-two, you were still trying to figure out who you were. Still making mistakes and changing your mind and staying out too late. And Carlos—he’s already famous, already so sure of what he wants, what he’s chasing. But that doesn’t mean he won’t change.

What if he does?

What if one day, he wakes up and wants to live the life his friends are living? The wild, reckless, consequence-free life you’ve already outgrown?

You barely hear the bedroom door open.

But you feel the bed dip as he slides in next to you, arms finding your waist like it’s instinct.

“You okay?” he whispers into the dark, his voice thick with concern.

You hesitate for a beat too long.

“Yeah,” you lie, voice soft. “Just tired.”

Carlos goes quiet for a moment, then shifts, propping himself up on one elbow so he can look down at you.

“Did I say something?” he asks gently. “You’ve been... I don’t know, kind of distant tonight.”

You blink up at the ceiling. You weren’t going to say anything. But now that he’s looking at you like that—with those wide brown eyes that somehow always make you want to spill your heart—you exhale.

“Earlier,” you begin. “When you joked about being the same age as that guy in the video…”

You trail off, unsure how to make him understand without sounding like you’re reading too much into it.

Carlos frowns a little, confused. “Yeah?”

“It just made me think,” you continue. “That maybe you should be doing those kinds of things. Living that kind of life. And not…” You bite your lip, trying to steady your voice. “Not tied down to someone who’s already thinking about timelines and settling down. Someone older.”

His brows furrow in an instant. “Wait—no, no. Is that what you think?” His voice is soft but insistent, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “You think I feel tied down being with you?”

You don’t answer right away. The silence is louder now, heavier.

“I just... sometimes I wonder if you’ll regret it,” you admit quietly. “Being with me. Missing out on the stuff your friends are doing. You’re so young, Carlos. And I’m already starting to feel behind. Like I should be at a different place in life.”

He exhales, deep and slow, then cups your cheek so you’re looking at him. His thumb brushes along your skin.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” he says. “That joke—God, I didn’t even think. I was just laughing at the guy falling on his ass.”

You smile faintly, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“But you’re right,” he goes on. “People my age are out partying and doing crazy things. And you know what?” He leans in a little closer. “None of that makes me feel like I’m missing anything. I’m not jealous of them. I don’t want that life. I had that life. A little bit. The parties, the chaos. But it always felt... empty.”

He shifts, now lying on his side so he’s face-to-face with you.

“When I met you,” he says, “everything felt clearer. More grounded. It wasn’t about age. It was about you. The way you listen. The way you challenge me. The way you remind me who I am outside of tennis and interviews and cameras. You make me feel real.”

Your throat tightens.

“I don’t want wild and free,” he continues, voice barely above a whisper. “I want you. I want late-night talks and cooking breakfast in your old t-shirts. I want arguments about where to order takeout from and you stealing all the blankets. I want to build a life—not just a highlight reel.”

You finally look at him, really look at him, and see the sincerity etched in every line of his face.

“But what if one day that changes?” you ask, vulnerable. “What if you wake up and want something different?”

He pauses, thoughtful.

“Then we’ll talk about it,” he says honestly. “But right now? I know what I want. And I’m choosing this. Choosing you. Every single day. And not because I feel trapped or pressured. But because you’re the one I want beside me through it all. Not just the wins. The hard stuff too.”

He leans in and kisses your forehead, slow and lingering.

Your eyes sting with unshed tears. Relief washing over you like a tide. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Can I just say something? You’re not old, cariño. Like—not even close.”

You sigh, “It just feels like I should be further along, you know? Everyone my age is getting married, having kids…”

“So? That doesn’t mean you’re behind. You’re twenty-six. That’s still young. You’ve got time. We’ve got time.” His voice is gentle.

“I just don’t want you to wake up one day and feel like you missed out—like I held you back.” You admit.

“Hey. I’m not missing anything. I don’t want the party life or anything like that. I want you. You, exactly as you are.” He states firmly but soft, you can’t believe this man is yours.

“You really mean that?” A wave of relief washes over you.

Carlos presses his forehead to yours, “Completely. You’re not old. You’re not late. You’re just right for me.”

You reach out and wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. He slides into your embrace without hesitation, warm and solid.

You breathe him in—his scent, his presence, his comfort—and feel the storm in your mind begin to quiet.

Maybe the world will always have something to say. About age, about timing, about what love is supposed to look like.

But in this room, in his arms, none of that matters.

Because he’s here. He’s choosing you.

Right where you want to be.

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Este video es simplemente espectacular:

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during most anticipated tennis clash of 2023 between Novak Djokovic and Carlos Alcaraz at Roland Garros, an artist was unknowingly pictured painting the court and spectators while the match was ongoing.