Anonymous tennis RPS kink meme

[louiselux]

I stole this idea from many others, but most memorably vom_marlowe (from who I quoted these guidelines). This is how it works:

You post –anonymously- a kink request that you’ve always wanted to see. Something you really want but don’t necessarily want to admit to.

Random people come by, read the request, and write a ficlet to order. And post it as a reply to the comment, also anonymously.

Multiple replies (ficlets) to requests are welcome, nay! Encouraged. Also, requesters do not have to say thank you and readers who enjoy the ficlets do not have to provide feedback, but it’s always loved.

About the requests:

A pairing is not enough. Please provide some sort of scenario, kink, detail, situation, that makes it special to you. A handy link to generate ideas should your pervy brain fail you.

About the replies:

If you need to, post “part 1”, “part 2”, etc.

In general:

Play nice. This is all anonymous and I will come down like Rafa on a bad day on anyone being mean.

Feel free to pimp this everywhere you wish.

If you accidentally have yourself signed in, please delete your comment and repost anonymously. If you don’t notice, I will try to do this for you.

Please, no underage characters having sex.

Request! If your request is filled, write another one!

Write! If you find a good prompt, write it, post it, and look for more!

Read! Everyone loves a reader!

I think that covers everything. So! Go forth and kink!

ETA: if you appear to be a troll I will delete your comments.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

roger/rafa; at a players party, roger has to deal with a gropey, emotional drunk rafa in front of everyone.(gropey and emotional with roger not the others)

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa, fisting

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Roger/Rafa, awkward first time

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Marat/Andy - snarky, bitchy angry!sex

part one

[(Anonymous)]

Marat kisses Andy hard biting his bottom lip as he pulls back, “fuck you turn me on.”

“Don't say that to loud Marat someone might here you and believe it.” Andy pushes back a little his hands on Marat's chest as he kisses him

“Do you ever just shut the hell up Andy?” Marat growls at him hardly breaking their kiss.

“No.”

“I bet you don't talk when you have a cock in your mouth.”

“I'm not going to suck your cock Marat.”

“You will if I shove it in your mouth without asking first.” Marat mumbles it against his lips before pushing his tongue in Andy's mouth like he would his cock.

Andy groans and pushes him away before punching his arm, “I'll fucking bite your dick off if you even try that and you know it.”

Marat growls at him and leans in grabbing his shoulders and kissing him forcefully, “I'm just going to fuck you then Andy.”

“I guess you can,” Andy says breaking away before turning and wiggling his ass at Marat.

Marat reaches out and grabs Andy's hips pulling him back and grinding against him, “didn't ask for your permission.” He says it against Andy's neck before he starts to lick and nip at it hips still grinding away.

“Then fucking do it already, slow, old man.”

“Goddamn you Roddick.” Marat breaths out and shoves him forward onto the bed getting up behind him quickly so he can't get away.

“Aww I thought you were going to say fuck you, that would have been more appropriate right?”

[(Anonymous)]

Roger and Rafa are going at it in the locker room when a male player of your choice walks in on them -- and then joins in.

[(Anonymous)]

rentboy!Roger/Toni Nadal. Or Roger/Rafa. Or both! I'm not picky.

rentboy!Roger

[(Anonymous)]

Mostly he was a top. His clients came looking for a hard fuck, something they'd be feeling for days afterwards, and Roger gave them exactly what they needed. He took pride in his work: he read his clients well and changed his game to fit their kinks and quirks, be it blindfolds or ball gags or pissing over some guy's back. And he was good, good enough that he could pick and choose his clients, good enough that he could afford this decadent apartment on the Ile St Louis. "I'm a high class whore," he would tell people at society parties, enjoying their awkward attempts to laugh. He probably made double what they did, and he dressed a hell of a lot better too.

So it wasn't often he found himself in this position, on his knees with his hands clasped behind his back and his mouth full of cock. The client was an older guy, grey hair, Spanish accent. He gave no name and told Roger to address him as "Sir," before unzipping and taking out his cock. "Get it hard. Don't use your hands. I want to come on your face."

"Yes Sir," Roger answered immediately. They had hardly moved beyond the front door.

He wasn't used to being in a headspace like this, but something about the guy made Roger want to impress him, and not just because he was a client. He had one hand loosely in Roger's hair, guiding him vaguely but not fucking his mouth, leaving it to Roger to do all the work. His cock was warm and heavy on Roger's tongue and Roger pushed himself forward, taking more of it, drooling slightly.

"Yeah, that's good," the guy said, putting a hand on the back of Roger's neck so that Roger knew to take it down into his throat and swallow, pulling back to rub his tongue over and around the head before repeating the process. His own cock was hard in his jeans. His face was too hot and he started thinking crazily about what it would feel like to be fucked by this guy, to be thrown down and taken roughly the way Roger was used to doing. He groaned, and the guy's hand tightened round his neck.

"Yeah, good boy," he said, pulling out and pulling off the condom in one quick movement. "Close your mouth," he instructed, stroking himself rapidly until he came in long streaks over Roger's nose and cheek, into his hair. He took a couple of steps back afterwards and collapsed into a chair, catching his breath. Roger didn't move, although his shoulders ached and the floor was hard on his knees.

"Get yourself off," the guy said, after what felt like an eternity. "I'm going to watch you." Roger groaned again, feeling utterly desperate. He had a routine for this, of course, a carefully choreographed piece of masturbatory art for the benefit of the clients, but there was no time for that now. He scrabbled his pants open desperately and jacked himself off in thirty seconds flat, workmanlike and totally effective. He came hard across the polished pine floorboards, crying out like he was in pain.

"You're a talented boy," the guy was saying as Roger knelt back and blinked up at him. He was counting out notes, more than they'd agreed, and leaving them on chair where he'd been sitting. "I'm back in Paris near the end of the year. I'll come visit, you can show me what you've learned." Roger nodded dumbly and the guy reached down to cup his face in one hand, eyes dark and intense. "I don't want to find you've been slacking."

"No, Sir," Roger croaked, voice little more than a whisper. The guy smiled and let himself out, the door closing behind him with a bang. On the hall floor, Roger leaned forward onto his palms and closed his eyes.

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Andy: Genderbender/Cross-dressing. I don't care, One of them is either a girl or is pretending to be a girl. Or has a fantasy where he wants the other to pretend to be this Naughty Little school girl.

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa, one of them being spanked hard (and then taken hard) and loving every minute of it

[(Anonymous)]

Bonus points if the spanking includes a few slaps directly on the receiver's hole *blushes furiously*

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa

Roger masturbating, Rafa as the voyeur - then being discovered by Roger

Roger/Rafa - Gotcha (1/3)

[(Anonymous)]

A/N to Requester: You can say "Gotcha"
1-if you bust somebody in the act.
2-to tell somebody you've got their back.

Enjoy. *crosses fingers*

Stupid clay. Stupid island.

One of the most peaceful suites in Nixe Palace, where the Spanish Royal Family also kept one for guests, and Roger couldn't sleep.

He twisted under the sheets, put a t-shirt on, took it off again, finally rolled out of bed and began striding in long-legged laps through the suite in just his shorts.

Sure, he was thrilled to play on Mallorca, since Rafa played in Basel. Right, the idea of mixed surfaces was great since they each dominated one.

Yeah, he'd said all that at his pressers. It sure sounded good. He raked his hair, paced some more.

He was concerned about the ball's behavior in the humidity - and - AO aside, it was a strange year so far - he wanted to make a good showing - and - he hoped Mirka supervised whoever was packing his shoes for both surfaces - and - he wanted to make a good impression - Rafa's whole family were everywhere, all the time - and …

Their promo teams decided it'd be "just so marvelous" for the event to have the Kings of Grass and Clay occupy side-by-side suites at the Nixe. So convenient for pressers, photo ops … on and on. Hotel Horizonte was closer to the Arena - Mirka, Pierre, everyone else was there - but even if it was "only" an exho, Roger wanted concentration before a match, and …

He wondered if Rafa thought he'd come up with the adjoined-suite idea. He wondered if Rafa had come up with the idea. Then he tried not to think about it anymore.

He just threw himself into a chair in the outside sitting room and shot a long look across the room to the bolted door connecting the King Suites.

But he didn't want to bother Rafa. Not really.

Well. He shouldn't. Roger pushed through his curls, sighing heavily.

After a false start or two - or four - he went back into the bedroom and to his laptop on the desk. He unpacked the DVDs of his and Rafa's TMC final, 6 months earlier.

After Miami 04 6-3 6-3, once Roger realized Rafa wasn't going away, or getting out from under his skin in any sense - maybe never - he quietly put a cameraman on staff whose only job was to make sure Roger got full closeup, medium, and wide angle coverage, just of Rafa, from all their matches.

He told his team that as Rafa's topspin was so vicious, and he was used to beating right-handers, he needed to study all Rafa's stroke angles to create a strategy to beat him consistently.

Press was scribbling torrents of articles comparing them down to the topspin's rpm, so nobody thought to question it.

Roger opened the vid. Images of Rafa, full face, medium, closeup, wide angle, spilled across the screen.

Running like a leopard crossed with a jackrabbit. Muscles, cheekbones, ruthlessly cut. Nothing of Rafa's smile in all the blaze and roar, so Roger activated a little montage of trophy-biting and flashing dimples in the screen's corner.

He ran his fingers over his shorts in front. Rafa's fingers weren't as long, but his hands were bigger. So Roger used both hands, and rocked his hips forward as Rafa's back view in his tight shirt and tight pants filled the camera, legs wide, to receive Roger's shot. Roger's eyelids fluttered as he pictured Rafa in that same position with his shirt off.

Yes, that, thought Roger. His cock twitched, filled, lengthened. He slipped his hand down his shorts, curled his long fingers, and stroked up his shaft, over the head and back. Again. Rafa pummeled a forehand, with one of his warrior grunts. A soft answering moan slipped from between Roger's lips.

Sweat clung to Rafa's biceps, changing the light on them as he wiped his face with his forearm, flattening his shirt's fabric wet over his chest. Roger stripped him of the shirt again in his mind, the skin of his own nipples puckering, and jacked himself faster.

He was so immersed in the images, the escalating heat between his legs, he didn't see the light-dark balance behind him to his left shift slightly. And he didn't hear the door at all - speedy, sneaky little - but the low liquid voice could only belong to one person.

"Rogelio."

Roger let his waistband go with a snap.

[(Anonymous)]

Rafa/Andy Roddick - rimming, light bondage

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa - Complete failure in bed, one of them can't ge hard and it's a very, very awkward situation. They don't know each other so well. Bonus: some comfort.

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Andy/your choice - first time phone sex (preferably if they're not a couple or a wrong number, that sort of thing)

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa + Mirka. Bonus if she's pregnant.

[(Anonymous)]

"Harder, you bastard," Mirka groaned, lowering her head onto her forearms and lifting her ass higher in the air. After four months of nausea, her body had switched tactics against her and now all she wanted to do was fuck, like an itch she couldn't quite scratch. She'd had to leave the table midway through dinner tonight to finger herself to orgasm in the opulent restaurant bathroom. Sucking her fingers afterwards, she'd sworn she'd get what she needed back at the hotel.

"Fuck, your tits are amazing," Roger told her, squeezing her left breast in one hand as she felt the perfect, agonising pleasure of two fingers on her clit, pressing down but not moving, making her wait.

"Yeah, do it. Make me come," she demanded, and Roger pinched her nipple hard, the sharp pain ramping her up even more. Her body pitched forward with every powerful thrust and her cunt clenched around cock. She was so close.

"You want it in your ass?" Roger whispered in her ear, hand now on her other breast, nails digging into the soft flesh.

"Oh god, yeah, yeah," she moaned, a hot rush flooding through her at the thought. She bit into her forearm.

"I can't believe my own wife is such a slut," Roger said softly, and then moved away, switching to English to say, "she wants you to fuck her ass."

"My god," Rafa muttered, pushing harder into her pussy as he finally started slowly rubbing her clit. She could feel the sensation rolling in the balls of her feet and the small of her back, listening to the wet sounds of them kissing above her, Rafa's solid body behind her and the heat of Roger to one side, a hand on her back, his cock bumping against the soft flesh of her side. Just a little more. She felt fingers being pushed in alongside Rafa's cock as he fucked her, and then pulled back out, spreading the wetness up between her cheeks and over her hole. Roger was right. She was a slut.

Two hands spread her open and a finger pushed into her ass. The feel of it and the thought of them watching her, fucking her, sharing her was enough to tip her over the edge into an urgent, bone-shaking orgasm. She cried out into the pillow, hoping it would be the first of many.

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Mirka

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Can you think of a kink to go with this, please? Pairings alone aren't really enough to go on.

[(Anonymous)]

tennis meets Hannah Montana? either someone being a popstar or perhaps playing tennis in disguise? i dunno, go nuts! main pairing preferably roger/rafa, but really whatever floats your boat.

[(Anonymous)]

Awww poor Rafa.

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa: Rafa teases Roger at a players party, takes it a little too far and ends up being fucked by Roger in front of the whole ATP.

[(Anonymous)]

yesyesyes c'mon somebody doo eet!!!

[(Anonymous)]

roger/rafa hurt fic. serious emotional problems, complete with crying rogi and manly rafa.

[(Anonymous)]

And now to mix it up something that isn't rafa/roger. Seriously guys variety is the spice of life.

Feli/Andy R - Feli throwing himself at Andy and Andy taking him and leaving him without a second though. Rough sex is a must.

part one

[(Anonymous)]

With intent eyes, Andy follows the sculptured figure around the locker room. No one is as obvious as Feliciano. He walks around practically naked, not that he has anything to be ashamed of. Nothing but tan skin and lithe muscles have been in Andy dreams in many nights, but he has restrained himself. Everything about Feliciano breathes sex and hunger in the utmost effortless way. And the fact that he knows everyone on tour, men and women, want him, crave him in every single way adds to his appeal. Everybody wants a taste.

Andy averts his gaze when Feliciano makes his way towards him, stalking forward with cat-like precision. Within seconds, he finds himself with a lapful of the Spaniard.

“Andy,” Feliciano whispers in to his ear as he leans in close. “You always look but no touch. Why?” He ends with a lick to the shell of Andy’s ear, loving shivers that run through the body underneath him.

He can feel himself hardening, the material of the thin shorts being the only barrier. Andy takes a deep breath as he futilely tries to push Feliciano away. “Get off me, Lopez. I’m not like that.”

“Not like what?” Feliciano tries again as he throws his arms around Andy’s neck. “I bet you never try.” He brings his face direct in front of Andy’s, smiling like a Cheshire cat. “You will like it. I promise.” Pressing his lips to Andy’s, Feliciano gives no time for Andy to respond as he devours his mouth. But if the insistent poking to his thigh and ass are any indication, he knows he won’t be hearing any complaints from the American.

“Fuck me, Andy. You know you want.”

No longer fighting the inevitable, Andy nods eagerly, impatient to feel Feliciano around him. “Do you… have stuff?”

Feliciano laughs as he pushes himself off of Andy’s lap. “Of course.” He makes his way to his bags and begins to search for the items, his backside facing Andy.

[(Anonymous)]

rafa/roger - body swap

[(Anonymous)]

Marat/Andy, Marat is turned on by the fact that Andy is cheating on his wife.

[(Anonymous)]

Marat/Roger/Andy, double penetration with Marat and Andy fucking Roger at the same time

part one

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ndy watches closely as Marat pulls Roger up onto his lap. It doesn't take long for them to start kissing, it's all tongue, and slightly sloppy. Not that it matters, there all on the edge of too drunk and he's shocked he can even get it up long enough to do what he's thinking.

With his own smile he crawls up behind Roger, lube in his hand, and kisses the back of his neck lightly, “you should ride him.”

“I should.” Roger nods, and Andy feels Marat shift into a better position.

He doesn't think much as he reaches under Roger's body, and grabs Marat's cock. Andy hand's the lube to Roger, “put it on.”

“Fuck that's cold,” Marat inhales sharply.

Andy laughs a little when Marat jumps, but starts to work his hand, “I'll warm it up for you.” He leans forward against Roger's back, kissing the man's neck, as he works Marat's cock. It's only a few short moments till Andy's hand is traveling from Marat's body to Roger's, and he's pushing the man's hips down, “come on Roger' he's ready. Are you Marat.”

“Yes,” Marat nods and leans forward past Roger to kiss Andy as the Swiss' ass closes around his cock.

Andy lets his hand travel down between their body's again and he lets his finger tips play over Marat's cock, and press at Roger's entrance as they fuck. That's when he gets an idea. He presses his fingers harder, and lets out a little noise of shock as two of them slip in.

[(Anonymous)]

a french orgy, they all want to fuck gilles.

[(Anonymous)]

rafa/gilles - rafa realises gilles has a crush on him and decides to take advantage of it.

[(Anonymous)]

Yes! I love this and hugely approve. Someone please write it!

[(Anonymous)]

Roger/Rafa, AU - Roger is 5 years younger than Rafa.