Listen listen listen, its 20 years in the future, 2046, Carlos is 43ish years old and has been retired for like a decade or smth, Jannik as well.
They lost contact a few years after retiring, still follow each other on social media and are seen together in some sponsored events but not a lot. They don't text like before, that kinda stopped a couple of years after retirement, being Carlos the one that stopped replaying to Jannik's text. The Italian never understood the distance but took it with grace.
The world is shocked when Carlos Alcaraz announces an autobiographical book where he comes out of the closet and admits in like the most delicate and subtle way that he was in love with Jannik Sinner during all of his career and how he dealt with that and his rivalry. Also tells he was in a long term relationship with a sport journalist and how painful and messy it was when his heart clearly belonged to another man but said journalist never judged him for it and only wanted to be with him for as long as he could.
Jannik Sinner wakes up to this news and his entire world comes crumbling down at the big age of 45 because what do you mean Carlitos was in love with him? Was this the reason he stopped talking to Jannik? To try to forget him?
Summary Fending off the big bad wolf is nothing new to you. But this close up to his shiny fangs and muscled arms, who could blame you for having a couple new tricks up your sleeve?
AN. Scrambled to get this fic done before getting my groceries, hope you guys enjoy ^_^.
For the first time all night, you close your eyes and instantly regret it. Your legs hurt from running and your lungs feel scarred; like the northwestern trees after a particularly brutal wildfire. The sun had long set but you were still seeing flashes of light behind your eyes, dizzying your balance with every blink; you were exhausted to say the least.
"You sure you're not tired yet, doll?"
Hearing that damned gravelly voice echo in the distance, your eyes shoot open.
Fuck, you could have swore you lost him a couple miles ago. You swallow, sweat dripping down from your brow down to your neck. Your shirt was soaked through already, sweat clinging to the outlines of your chest.
Your ears pick up the faint rustling of leaves nearby. Alarmingly nearby.
Suddenly, you wince at the sound of claws scraping loudly on the deeply furrowed bark of the trees. It sounds far too close for comfort. In fact, it almost seems that it's coming from the tree behind you.
The realization hits you but it's too late: Toji is upon you in the blink of an eye.
It's impressive how fast he knocks the air out of you, pinning you like the small game prey that fall into his trap every full moon. The sheer force of his sinewy muscles forces a grunt of surprise out of you as your back hits the tree behind you. He grins, a delighted smirk reaching from the etched scar on his lip to reveal sharp canines lurking underneath.
"You're quiet now, huh? Shoulda thought about that before taking my bounty, pretty girl."
He's intoxicating. Logically, it's easy for you to understand the danger you're in; having the most lethal werewolf in the county pressing up against you. As the blood rushes to your head, you size up the threat in front of you.
However roughed up you must look, he's worse off. Despite his confidence, you managed to get a couple good hits in before he turned. His human clothes struggle to contain his massive form, turning a normally baggy grey sweater into something more akin to a tattered imitation of a compression shirt.
Your gaze drifts further down and you bite back a smile at the various oozing wounds your traps laid on Toji's body. Although primitive, your bear traps did well to slow him down before his superhuman healing kicked in.
His words finally kick in and your eyes dart back up but the damage is done. Puzzled, and tickled more than he'd ever admit, by your silence, Toji catches your questionable gaze and lets his head fall ever so slightly towards yours.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like what you see."
His breath is soft, you notice absentmindedly. Your eyebrows furrow slightly and you stay silent, eliciting a slight head tilt from Toji. Gears turning in your brain, you decide to test a theory. You bring your hands up slow to land like a feather on his chest.
He lets out a rough gasp but it's not enough. If this is real, you need proof. You let your breath fan out on his cheek as you lean in, voice low.
"What if I do? Is there something wrong with that?"
He lets out a shaky laugh, claws still pressed against the rough tartan wool of your shirt. But his arms soften and there's a strange look in his eyes. You were right: the big bad wolf has a little crush on you. Unaware of your inner musings, he answers in a low sarcastic whisper.
"Careful, don't say that too loudly. These woods are full of creatures that aren't as nice as me."
The implications of his words dawn on you.
He's having fun with this.
You've shot at him, trapped his legs, and damn near sent him on a wild goose chase the whole night but that strange twinkle in his eyes is still there. To make matters worse, there's a whole other unsettling side of the coin.
You're having a lot of fun too.
It's been a long time since a bounty made you run like hell.
You're unable to hide the sudden mirth in your eyes so you act quick. Toji barely has enough time to raise a quizzical brow at your sudden gleefulness before you quickly slide a leg behind his -- effectively using his own weight to knock him down to the cold and damp forest floor.
"Argh!" "Fuck-"
You both go down cursing, with you landing squarely on top of Toji's chest. You both blink at each other before Toji lets out a frustrated huff, brandishing his claws to swipe you.
You dodge quickly and in a blind act of adrenaline, you reach for his neck.
Toji's eyes widen immediately and his claws falter. It's enough of a gap for you to grip the thick sides of his fur-covered neck and squeeze as hard as possible. You close your eyes, hiding your face downwards, as you apply pressure with an strangled yell.
You feel Toji's claws retract as his body thrashes and he lets out a moan?
Surprised, you let go momentarily as your head shoots up. The sight that meets you nearly convinces that you died earlier and went to heaven right here on the forest floor.
What meets your eyes is a flushed and heaving Toji, gasping for air. His eyes flutter back and forth between looking at you and rolling back into his head with pleasure. Your eyes wander down, from his chest heaving up and down with every greedy breath he takes down to his crotch where you swear you saw a tent.
You give him an experimental roll of your hips and he keens, a clawed hand immediately grabbing at the plush of your hip.
This position gives you too much access to both of you as you immediately notice the solid warm weight right under your core.
He's rock hard from getting choked out. Stunned, you say the first thing that comes to mind, hands firmly caressing his adam's apple.
"You're kind of a freak."
His usually baritone voice is deliciously raspy when he finally speaks, his splintered laugh sending vibrations through your lower core.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You probably got wet watching me getting stabbed, weirdo."
You're not sure what comes over you when you reply.
"Wanna find out?"
You're about to mutter a half-hearted apology when Toji closes his eyes, a peaceful smile on his features.
He looks good like this, like the world's worries just melt right off his chiseled body.
His face distracts you from the most electrifying hip roll, as Toji grinds his massive bulge against your crotch, electrifying you into a lengthy moan. His canines glint in the moonlight as he grins at your reaction.
"Sure, baby. Do your worst. I'll make you feel good either way."
Your hands start to wander down, of their own accord, to Toji's chest. Like gravity, you're pulled to start a slow unforgiving grind on his dick, feeling the precum leak through his tattered pants. Feeling the cold air hit his neck, Toji hisses as his eyes focus on you. His big hands envelop yours, warmth spreading through them. He looks up at you, his voice wavering slightly, like honey falling through the air.
"Please, baby. Don't-don't stop."
His words spur you on, bringing your hands back to the expanse of his neck only to squeeze down on his airway.
Your reward is immediate as Toji brings up one of his massive thighs for you to rest on and starts to hurriedly undo your pant buttons with his claws.
He starts babbling low grunts of nonsense in between the both of your moans with the only words you make out being "baby" and "so gorgeous".
Before long, he's managed to free your slick core from your garments, leaving your bottom half shivering from both the cold autumn air and the delicate touch of his sharp claws.
You were beautiful to him. From your disheveled hair to the bit of chest peeking out from your shirt to the fat plush of your ass to the way you were desperately grinding against him for just a little more friction, he was entranced.
Unable to wait any longer, you release his neck with one hand and free his cock and heavy balls from the tight pants that shackled them.
Toji groans as you take him in your hand, carefully rubbing the purple knot on top of his dick. You hurriedly position your hips over the knot before he stops you, sweat trickling down his brow.
" 'Preciate the favor, honey but I'm in heat. Just keep grinding against me, I'll manage the rest."
You're equally unamused. Your mouth had been watering since you laid eyes on his cock and especially his heavy balls, overcome with the need to have them slapping against the wet heat of your core. You roll your eyes with a huff and let one of your hands play in the copious hair in his happy trail.
"I know Toji, I did my research."
"Huh. Alright, baby, you know what to do."
He shakes his head in disbelief as his hand snakes down, helping you adjust onto his length.
“Ah..hngh..” Toji’s voice was still raspy from your fight but his moans jolted throughout your body, making his length slide into you inch by inch.
It was all too much but you couldn't bear to run from his dick, clenching around his length every time his thrust pulled away from your sweet spot.
"F-fuck, Tojii" You borderline mewled at him, overwhelmed from pleasure and the feeling of being so full.
Overstimulated from the wet heat of your hole and your beautiful voice crying out for him, Toji lunges forward. He immediately grabs onto your waist, setting a brutal pace that left both of you with tears on your lashes.
Your hands automatically run through the hair on his head and the fur on his back.
"So soft..." You mutter, voice cracking slightly.
Hearing your words, Toji drops his head to leave hot kisses along your neck, collarbone, anywhere he could get his lips on fast enough. As he thrusted, he began leaving deep hickeys all over your chest.
"All mine, aren't you?" Toji muttered.
You squeeze your eyes shut and moan quietly, unable to think of a coherent response. He grins against the sharp bone of your jaw, angling himself to hit that spongy pleasure spot in your core.
"Yeah, all mine, heh." He presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek and you smile, giddy with pleasure.
You paw at him as you feel your orgasm coming up, rolling like a wave out to shore.
Almost like he can read your mind, Toji gently pushes your body over with you on the forest floor and him on top. You hear the sound of twigs snapping as he re-enters your hole, pushing up into your overstimulated body at a rapid pace.
You claw at him desperately, crooning at him softly, "Please, baby, I need you. Please, I need it inside, I want to stay with you".
With a loud groan, Toji kisses you.
It's sloppy, spit and sweat falling into both of your mouths but you wouldn't have it any other way. His tongue prods into your mouth and you bite it playfully. With his tongue working your mouth open and his cock splitting you below, you feel your orgasm crash into you. You moan into Toji's welcoming mouth as your fluids gush, coating both of your crotches in white sticky cum.
Despite his own orgasm seconds from crashing into him, Toji pulls away to check on you, gasping and kissing the surface of your face.
"You still wanna do this, baby?"
You crack an eye open, still coming down from your high.
"Fill me up, Toji, please. Don't you want to cum in me?"
He chuckles, playfully biting your lips as you pout. "Whatever you want, baby." He pulls away, exposing his pretty canines.
"You're gonna be stuck here for a while, pretty girl."
Cum trickles down the side of your legs from your previous orgasm when the fat curve of his cock enters you once again. Aided by the frothy liquids of your orgasm, his balls slap against you as Toji finds your g-spot over and over again.
"H-hah, pretty girl, I-I'm close, if you don't want my knot you have to-ugh, tell me now-ah!" Toji stumbles over his words as you bring his head down to your chest, distracted by the sweet scent of your sweat and cum all around his sense.
"Baby, I already told you, yes-oh!" You can't help but yelp as Toji snarls and bites down on your collarbone, sure to leave a deep purple hickey come tomorrow morning.
An animalistic growl from him leaves you tingling and grabbing at him again, halfway to your second orgasm. You sigh in pleasure, "Right there, just keep going, Toji."
You hear an annoyed huff before an electrifying jolt hits you from your chest. Your back arches immediately as you realize that Toji just pinched your sensitive nipples before laving them with his tongue.
You tug his hair back and Toji pulls off with ease, never stopping his thrusts. Although difficult to tell on his mixed canine feature, his pout deepens.
"Call me baby again."
You grin and raise a brow. "Say please."
Toji's eyebrows furrow before dropping his head to rest in the crook of your neck, thrusts getting more erratic as he gets closer to his orgasm.
His balls hurt too hard for this conversation. Toji could feel his orgasm approaching soon, his cock weeping with precum every time he pulled away from your core.
Not to mention, he feels like he's going crazy with the idea of letting his knot expand in you. Would it make you thrash and moan with pleasure? Would you give him that sickly sweet smile that made his balls ache? Would it make you cum again, completely untouched?
Toji groaned pathetically at that last thought before bringing his gaze back up to your twinkling eyes. If this was the last night he ever had, this would be the perfect view to die for, Toji reckoned. He leaves a playful bite on your shoulder before giving you exactly what you want, his voice low and leering.
"Please, pretty girl."
"That's all I wanted, baby, thank you baby." You coo back almost immediately.
His dark eyes roll back in pleasure as you squeeze around his length, your spit and cum merged into a milky river of slick around the base of his thick cock, overstimulating him beyond reason with every thrust.
You see his jaw grow slack and decide to give him the same orgasmic treatment as you. Bringing him in close by his neck, you kiss him desperately as his orgasm washes over him. You feel his warm cum spurt inside you for what feels like forever, the excess leaking out of your hole, down his balls. and into the dirt below you two.
It takes a minute for Toji to calm himself before you feel something expand inside your core. Alarmed, you grab onto Toji and look at him. Your worries are eased as he looks at you like a puppy that got a treat: enamored and innocent despite his monstrous size. His voice is low but you detect an annoying teasing lilt in his tone.
"Yeah, honey? Don't tell me you don't like it, you're gonna hurt my feelings, sweet girl..." Toji croons into your ear, echoing your taunts from earlier.
You moan brokenly in response, nails digging into his broad shoulders. The knot, although overwhelming, feels delicious. As it stretches your core, the bulbous nature of it prods gently against your g-spot. Dizzy from the pleasure and Toji's dirty voice right against your ear, you orgasm loudly; squirting cum all over Toji's muscled abs, covering them in a sheen of sweat and cum.
"That's it baby, you did so good. My girl did so good," Toji reassures in your ear as you come down from your second orgasm.
You smile earnestly as you tease him. "Your girl? Moving a little fast now, aren't we?"
Toji's smile drops into a deadpan frown.
"Fine, if you can get my dick out of you, you don't have to be my girl."
You slap his chest lightly with a huff. "Okay, relax. Touchy."
He was right though, the knot had adjusted to your orgasm and was comfortably stuck in your core. It would be a few hours until it would go flaccid enough to take out gently. You shrug and wrap your arms around his bare shoulders, hiding from the cold autumnal air.
Gets a little suggestive there for a second so minor content warning!
Peter calls you bug, mostly—a shortened version of your proper given pet name ladybug, or its variant lovebug, which he calls you when he’s feeling especially smitten.
He calls you bub when he’s teasing or trying to keep the mood light, almost always said with a smile or a smirk, and the way it rolls off his lips reminds you of his roots, of the streets he works long and hard every night to protect.
On the rarest of occasions, he calls you babe, usually short and curt, sometimes in the heat of an argument, running his hands roughly through his messy hair and trying desperately to calm the both of you down. But more often it is said laced with jealousy, his arm snaking around your waist as another man flirts with you at a party or a bar. It’s territorial, it’s a claim. “Hey, babe,” he’ll say with a squeeze to your hip and a kiss to your temple. “Got you a drink. Oh, who’s this?”
Perhaps the name you like the most is baby. It usually leaves Peter’s lips through a moan, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. It falls from his tongue in a variety of ways: roughly, desperately, breathily whispered into your skin, a plea of sorts. Baby, baby, baby. And, in your favorite moments, it can be said adoringly, a praise, a sound like worship cascading over every inch of you and into your very soul. “That’s it, baby. Doing so good for me.”
If you asked Peter, though, he’d say his favorite name to call you was your own. “Because it’s yours–prettiest name in the world,” he’d tell you. And you’d roll your eyes at him and call him cheesy, but deep down, nothing felt more right than the way your name sounded coming from Peter’s mouth.
And in the end, you didn’t really care what he called you, as long as he never stopped.
“Alright, lovemuffin, what do you want for dinner?”
The welcoming of the first Alcaraz grandchild was as grand as everyone guessed it would be. There were at least twenty family members and a dozen friends all gathered inside and outside the delivery room, all dutifully expecting their turn to meet the latest addition to the family. A beautiful and healthy Alcaraz-Carceles baby boy.
The birth had been as easy as it could've been. Luci looked radiant and tired as she held her baby to her chest and talked to those gathered around the bed. Álvaro stood by her side, chest wide with pride and an arm protectively placed along the headboard.
The Alcaraz brothers were part of the first group with baby watching privileges. Carlos had cried immediately after Luci asked him if he wanted to hold his godson, to which he replied with a very enthusiastic nod. Jannik took like a hundred photos of the moment, from all angles, like his boyfriend had taught him.
After making sure he had enough photos, Jannik went to stand next to him, marvelling down at the bundle on Carlos arms from a safe distance. He wasn't confident at all with his baby holding skills, which he was sure was about to change with his new nephew, but also because well— the sight of Carlos with a baby in his arms was doing things to him.
"He's beautiful." Jannik whispered as he leaned his head down level to Carlos's, who hadn't stopped looking at the baby.
He was pretty sure he heard multiple camera clicks as he circled Carlos's waist with an arm.
"Yes, he is."
After a couple of seconds, Carlos rose his head and looked directly at Jannik.
With that look.
Oh no.
"Janni."
The man closed his eyes to avoid being convinced by the ridiculous puppy eyes.
"Tesoro, we can't."
"Yes we can."
A choked laugh came out of Jannik's mouth. God, if the 9 months of Luci's pregnancy had been hard...with the baby here, it would be nearly impossible to deny him.
Still, Jannik tried to look as stern as possible. It was really hard to pretend he didn't want the same as his omega. "Amore, you know we can't. We have tennis."
Carlos frowned, full pout on. He didn't like being denied, Jannik knew that all too well.
"This is more important than tennis, Jannik."
Jannik knew that. There's nothing he wanted more than starting a family with Carlos without having to worry about their careers, of the time off Carlos would have to take to carry their baby, and then if that time off would affect his career forever and—.
Thinking of the lore behind footballer jannik and wag carlos.
I think they meet through mutual friends. I don't see carlos being famous by himself in this au, maybe one of his childhood friends grew up to be a footballer and that's why he's part of that social circle.
Jannik plays for Italy and is thinking of transferring to La Liga in Spain, maybe Real Madrid, and gets invited to a get together by Carlos' friend and thats how they meet. It's love at first sight.
And in true footballer fashion, they get married and pregnant before they turn 25 lol. They live in Madrid, have a house in Italy, Carlos inevitably gets famous by being with Jannik and they're like the most loved couple in football.
They're expecting their first pup! (Maybe twins?) Jannik can't shut up about it, he's posting his omega in social media and talking about their growing family every chance he gets. He's the luckiest guy in the world and he wants people to know.
The internet has a meltdown when Carlos appears wearing an italian jersey for the first WC game because he's Spanish but he doesn't care, he can support both his home and his alpha. (The hungry and possessive looks Jannik gives him during the game are enough to make it all worth it).
Jannik dedicates all his goals to carlos and their baby, and after every game he's walking to the tribunes to make sure his family is okay and feel the baby (babies?) kick when he puts his hand over the belly. Carlos kisses his sweaty forehead and promises to see him later.
Originally posted this as a reply to an ask but for some reason it wouldn't show on the sincaraz tag, so Im now posting it again on its own (and during daylight hours so I can be ashamed and be taken to horny jail)
This is in reference to omega Carlos being all over Joao's muscles and other alphas during the Miami Open.
"Open up a bit more tesoro, come on" Came Jannik's instruction somewhere above him.
And Carlos, always wanting to please his alpha, obeyed and relaxed his throat so Jannik could push his cock deeper into him. Until his golden pubes tickled Carlos's nose and he let out a pleased groan.
Yes this was what he was meant to be doing. Be a good omega for his alpha. Be a good boy for his Janni. He had misbehaved. Badly. That's what Jannik had said. But he hadn't meant to!! It was just his body, craving and missing his alpha so much.
"Fuck, sweatheart. You're so good." Jannik praised, softly carding his fingers through Carlos hair. Not ever stopping his thrusts. Carlos didn't want him to stop. "You think you deserve more now?"
A question. Jannik had asked him a question. Opening his eyes and looking up at Jannik, the omega purred at the look of pure afection and heat adorning his alpha's face.That's how it always should be. Carlos just nodded his head, not wanting to come off his cock to answer. The weight of it felt so good in his mouth, so grounding.
And then it was gone in an instant, and his body was thrown unceremoniously on the bed. All Carlos could do was whine and let himself be manhandled by his alpha. "J-Jannik, please. Dios mio." He had no idea what he was asking for.
Carlos wasn't even in heat and he was a mess already, which only indicated his next heat would be hard.
"Shh, it's okay tesoro. Open up your legs for me." Yes he could do that, he could kneel nice and pretty for Jannik and open his legs so he could—
"Such a pretty pussy, and soaking already." Jannik chuckled, spreading his omega more so he could see his center pulsing for him, soaking his fingers. "Is this for your alpha or someone else?"
Without waiting for an answer, Jannik spit right into Carlos's cunt. Watching it dribble down and mix with the slick made the primal urge to take, take and mine, only mine he had been feeling since the start of the tournament quiet down a bit.
"Joder, dios Jannik, Jannik. Por favor" the omega moaned, his legs shaking and moving to close up but no, Jannik wouldn't allow it with the iron claw hold he had on him.
"Answer me." He continued, leaving harsh kisses and bites in the back of Carlos legs, right on the edge of his ass and avoiding the place that needed him most.
Carlos didn't even dare to think Jannik cruel. He deserved this after the way he had behaved with Joao and other alphas. He had to make up for it. He had to be good. "Only you, alpha. Yo solo pienso en ti, Jannik. Por favor."
A satisfied smile graced Jannik's face. "Good omega" and then dived in into his favorite place in the world.
And if Carlos was a little too far gone to notice the finger that was slowly breaching his ass, it really wasn't the alpha's fault. Maybe they could try something new during the heat.
A fic where the alcaraz family just moved to a new house, in a new side of town and mamacaraz is forcing her kids to talk to their new neighbors to be friendly and polite and all that. They've met everyone on their street except for the house down the road that has a very expensive ferrari sitting outside but the owner is nowhere to be found. The neighbors tell them that they've never spoken to the person who lives there, one time the man was caught leaving the house late into dawn, but he never speaks to anyone or is seen during normal hours.
Obviously Carlos is the one chosen to make contact and he tries multiple times without an answer. One night, maybe under the influence and feeling more than just a little brave he knocks obnoxiously on the front door, refusing to leave until the mysterious owner presents themselves. Just when he's about to start screaming like a mad man, the door opens and Carlos is shocked to find a young man, similar in age to him, really tall, with bright red curls and... sunglasses? In the middle of the night?
But he's polite, if a little dry and clipped when he speaks. Says his name is Jannik and that he wishes Carlos and his family have a nice experience living in the neighborhood. And Carlos could leave it at that, but he's more than a little intrigued because there's hardly any lights on inside the house, as far as he can see. And Jannik looks very awkward and uncomfortable as he talks to him, he's also very very pale and doesn't really offer much information about himself so obviously Carlos has to find out what's going on.
It's summer vacation. He has more than enough time on his hands to figure out whats the deal with his model looking mysterious neighbor.
Also, was that dry blood on his fingers or just paint?
