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baby, let’s forget the morning (where you’re winning) by bloodmoonforme
Fandoms: Tennis RPF
28 Aug 2025
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Carlos still has his polo on, black and white stripes and Nike logos everywhere. His eyes are trained somewhere ahead of him, and Jannik takes a second to just look at the way he hunches over himself and lunges to the right, then to the left, and then repeats the whole drill all over again. The way his thighs flex and extend in a fraction of a second, obeying him with a speed Jannik himself has never been able to achieve. He can't just not look.
Jannik covers distance because his stride is naturally long. But Carlos is all raw power and energy, the storm to his calm. Right now, to Jannik's eyes, he looks like a rabid dog rattling against his cage, begging to be let out. And Jannik is the prey he’s after.
Bookmarked by momo7
17 Sep 2025
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Jannik made a promise to himself: he would spend time with the Spaniard, but only in a regulated manner, without overstepping the line that guarded his inner peace. Won’t be much of a problem, right?
Right?!
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Or, Jannik’s and Carlos’s relationship through the years — always observed by fate itself.Bookmarked by momo7
22 Dec 2025
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“You smell like alcohol, Jan.”
“Don’t tell me you’re sulking because I danced with Iga for two minutes?”(..)
“Tell me what you want, Jannik.”
“Please… fuck me… please.”
“And to think that the whole world sees you as a cold, disciplined champion… when in reality, the Wimbledon winner is a little slut ready to beg his boyfriend in Spanish.”Bookmarked by momo7
06 Sep 2025