#pete alonso/jeff mcneil

[lessthanpure]

Making the Best of it Chapter 15

Fandom: Baseball RPF

Pairing: Pete Alonso/OFC, Pete Alonso/Jeff McNeil, Pete Alonso/Jeff McNeil/OFC

Summary: Sloane's birthday is coming up- the boys give her an early present.

Notes: Thanks for being patient! I'm a slow writer (and also keep forgetting about this blog, lmao).

Wordcount: 1,679

AO3 Link

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Jeff looks down when his phone pings and checks it- Pete. It’s in a solo secure messaging conversation, not the one with the three of them in it, and he frowns in confusion. He opens the message. ‘So I think we should treat Sloane for her birthday.’ 

Jeff’s heart lodges in his throat. ‘Shit, when is it? I never knew.’

‘Relax, babe, it’s in a month.’

‘Oh thank God. What does she like?’

‘I’ll tell you another time. I mean, I think we should surprise her. Maybe treat her. In bed.’

Jeff swallows. ‘Yeah,’ he types back. ‘What do you have in mind?’

Sloane and Pete go to Jeff’s place two weeks later and Jeff cooks. After dinner, Pete washes the dishes while Jeff dries. “Jeff, you cooked,” Sloane protests. 

“Consider it an early present,” Jeff smiles. “Don’t worry, I got you something, too.”

“My birthday isn't for another week, hon.”

“That’s why it’s early.”

“Smartass.”

Pete chuckles quietly at their quips. He finishes washing the last dish and dries his hands. He makes sure Sloane isn't looking when he looks at Jeff and raises an eyebrow. Jeff smirks and nods.

“Speaking of early presents,” Pete says casually.

“Not you too,” Sloane groans. 

“Yes, me too. Me three, technically,” Pete smiles. 

Sloane smiles gently at their shared joke. “Fine. What is it, Pete?”

“Come here, sweetheart,” Pete says, extending an arm. She comes close and he pulls her in, kissing her deeply. She hums and kisses back. 

“I like this early present,” she murmurs, reaching for Jeff with one hand as she drapes her other over Pete’s shoulder. Jeff obliges, coming up behind her and ducking his head to kiss her neck. She purrs, tilting her head to give him more access. Pete follows her movement, kissing her again.

Pete slides his free hand up her side, palm catching on her shirt and making it ride up. Jeff, ever the opportunist, seizes the chance and touches her skin, his hand brushing Pete’s. She shudders and moans quietly. Jeff chuckles and slides his hand up further, her shirt bunching around his wrist. “Shall we go to bed,” Jeff asks quietly before mouthing at her neck. He can smell that Sloane wants to, can smell her start to get aroused though she isn't wet yet. They’ll fix that. 

“Yeah,” she breathes. Pete backs up, making her whine when his mouth leaves hers. He chuckles and takes her hand, bringing her to Jeff’s room. Jeff keeps contact with Sloane the whole way, licking and scraping his fangs down the sensitive skin at the side of her neck. She whimpers, reaching and touching the back of his head, nails scratching gently against his scalp. He shivers. They reach the bedroom and Jeff gives her skin a final kiss before he turns her around. She smiles at him and pulls him down, kissing him. Pete presses against her back and Sloane moans softly. Pete waits for Jeff to finish kissing her before he tugs at the bottom of her shirt. She puts her arms up. Pete pulls off the fabric, smiling. Once it’s off, Sloane hums, reaching for Jeff’s shirt. He lets her take it off, then kisses her again. He winds a hand into her hair and scratches gently and she moans quietly into his mouth. 

“What do you want first, sweetheart,” Pete whispers in her ear. “Hmm?”

Jeff pulls away to let her answer, smirking. “God, you two are gonna be the death of me,” Sloane says breathlessly. The Alphas chuckle before they duck their heads. They both go to mouthe at the same side of her neck, making them laugh again before Jeff switches. “Fuck.”

“You didn’t answer the question, darling,” Jeff says. 

“Because you’re making my brain goo.” She tries to sound scolding, but isn't successful. 

The men laugh. “If you want us to stop,” Pete shrugs, leaning back. Her hand shoots back and grabs his shirt.

“Don’t you dare.”

Jeff smirks at Pete and reaches around Sloane, tugging at his shirt. Pete takes it off. Pete hooks his chin over Sloane’s shoulder and Jeff kisses him gently. 

“Fuck,” Sloane breathes. Pete kisses Jeff deeper. Sloane kisses behind Jeff’s ear. Jeff pulls back, shuddering.

“This is about you,” he says, smiling at Sloane. 

“This is about all of us,” Sloane says earnestly, stroking his hair. 

“We have time,” Jeff murmurs, kissing her again. “It’s your birthday.”

Sloane rolls her eyes fondly. “Not yet.”

“Soon enough,” Pete agrees. He comes to her front and gently guides her to Jeff’s bed. She gets on her back and lounges on the pillows. She crooks her finger and both men get on with her. 

Pete kisses her again and Jeff works on her pants. They take their time undressing each other until all of them are naked. Jeff slides down, licking and kissing randomly, before he settles between her thighs. Pete kisses her gently before he slides his hand down, pressing into her where she’s wet. Jeff licks her gently, working around Pete’s fingers. Sloane arches at the sensation, winding her hand into Jeff’s hair. 

Jeff shudders and licks deeper. He loves doing this, loves having Sloane leak onto his tongue and knowing that she feels so good. Pete draws his fingers back and Jeff chases them to her clit. “Fuck,” Sloane moans. She arches into Jeff’s mouth and shivers. Jeff makes her cum and looks up, smirking. “Jeff, get up here,” she says. He chuckles and crawls up. “Knotting,” she says, curling a hand around the back of his neck. Pete hands him the right condom and he puts it on. He reaches for lube but Sloane just puts her legs around his hips. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he says, leaning down and nudging noses with her. 

“You won’t.” 

“You sure, baby?”

“I’m sure.” Jeff nods, smiling a little. 

He slowly sinks in, giving her time to adjust. And she isn’t tight around him, which is good. He gets all the way in and pauses. She kisses him and he smiles into it. Then Pete noses his cheek and he pulls back, giving him a long kiss, too. Pete strokes his hair and kisses Sloane. Jeff starts moving, slow and easy. Sloane hums, arching and smiling. Jeff dips his head and mouthes at her throat. She purrs, pulling his head closer. 

They make love while Pete watches, fond. Sloane reaches for his hand and he holds it. He presses a kiss to the back of it and she cups his cheek. He leans down and kisses her deeply. She hums and scratches down his back, curling her other hand and sliding it down Jeff’s. Jeff hums and angles his hips, and she arches, whimpering. He makes her cum and pauses, panting into her throat. When she’s come down, he starts again. Pete smiles, nosing at his temple. He pulls back enough to kiss him, and Sloane’s hands tighten on them. 

Jeff makes her cum again and thrusts a few more times before he knots. He noses into her throat and hums. “Good, sweetheart,” he asks gently.

“More than good.”

Jeff blankets her and she hums, scratching a hand through his hair and down his back. He flexes against her, rumbling. She smiles and kisses the tip of his nose, making him chuckle. Pete’s hand joins Sloane’s, and he pets down Jeff’s spine. He hums, relaxing. 

“So what brought this on,” Sloane asks. “Besides my birthday, smartasses.”

“Just wanted to treat you,” Pete says, nosing her jaw and pressing a kiss to the hinge. 

“Mostly for your birthday, but because you deserve it every day,” Jeff says, nosing the other side of her jaw.

Sloane hums and smiles. “Thank you.”

“For what,” Jeff asks.

“Being you two.”

Jeff smiles. “I don’t know how to be anyone else.”

“Good.”

Jeff’s knot deflates and he pulls out, tying off the condom. Pete takes his place, stroking down Sloane’s sides. “Pete, baby, I-”

“I can tell,” Pete murmurs, kissing her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Today’s about you,” he promises, lying next to her. Jeff glances down, and Pete’s mostly soft. 

“You sure,” Sloane asks quietly, and she really does sound concerned.

“I’m sure,” Pete reassures her, stroking his hand through her hair. Jeff comes back to bed, lying on the other side of Sloane.

“You’re too good to me,” Sloane says, getting on her back and looping an arm around either man.

“I happen to think we’re just good enough,” Jeff says, nose in her throat. 

“Yeah,” Pete agrees, the same way on her other side. She pets both of their heads, purring. 

Sloane’s phone pings and she groans. “Ignore it,” Jeff mutters. 

“Nope.”

He sighs and rolls over, getting it for her. He hands it over and cuddles close again. She checks it, scrolling. Pete looks up to see her eyebrows are furrowed. “What’s wrong,” he asks, and Jeff looks up, putting his chin on Sloane’s collarbone.

“Nothing.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t look like a ‘nothing’ face,” Jeff says. “What’s wrong?”

Sloane sighs. “My family’s throwing me a party.”

“Ok,” Pete draws out. “Why is that a bad thing?”

“I want you both there, but,” she trails off.

“Baby,” Jeff says. “If you want me, I’m there,” he promises.

“We can say you’re friends with Jeff, too,” Pete says.

“Ok,” she says, noticeably more relaxed. The Alphas settle down again, heads pillowed on her shoulders. 

Sloane looks down when Jeff falls asleep, Pete not too far behind him. She smiles. She wishes, desperately, that her family would understand. That everyone would understand- that this isn’t a kinky thing, that she truly cares for both of them. That she loves both of them. She bites her lip. She and Pete had said it before Jeff joined, but hadn’t said it recently. She doesn’t want to make Jeff feel excluded. She carefully puts her phone aside and warms when Jeff hums in his sleep, throwing an arm around her waist. Pete makes a sleepy noise and curls around her more, head on her heart. She smiles and goes to sleep. 

[girlsdads]

💁‍♂️😝

[markycheerios]

[qualitystart]

photo day | 📸: Mark S. Levine

[chris-sales-belly-ring]

No team this year is having more fun than the Mets.

We deserve to have a team that’s fun, talented, and one that has this much chemistry. 🧡💙

[toakatdot]

Kansas City Royals Dominate New York Mets with a 9-2 Victory

In an afternoon game at 2:10 pm ET, the Kansas City Royals showcased their dominance over the New York Mets with a convincing 9-2 victory. The game started off with the Royals taking an early lead in the bottom of the first inning and maintaining their advantage throughout the match. The Royals’ pitcher, Carlos Carrasco, had a rough start as he allowed a single by Bobby Witt Jr., who then stole…

[dumbassprompts]

Catradora Baseball AU

Modern AU where women’s Major League Baseball actually exists and is popular! Catra and Adora grew up playing on the same little league team – Catra’s foster mom was obsessed with the idea of the kids she took in becoming professional athletes – but went their separate ways when Adora’s parents died, and her older sister Mara moved them out of town.

10 years later, Adora has been drafted by the Brightmoon Mets and is due to start playing for their Triple-A team, the Moonstone Mets as First Basewoman/Designated Hitter. Her first game is a home game against the Black Garnet Giants (their division rivals), and there is buzz among the crowd and the players because the Giants have a new star pitcher fresh up from Double-A. When Adora steps up to the plate, she is beyond shocked to see her former teammate Catra Alvarez atop the pitcher’s mound.

The story follows the two women’s interactions as new rivals throughout the first half of the regular season as they vie for promotion to the majors, complete with confrontations, hit-by-pitches, injury scares and eventual reconciliation, all leading up to the trade deadline where Adora is called up to Brightmoon’s major league roster, and Catra is traded to the Moonstone Mets with the promise that she’ll be given a shot to pitch in the majors in the next season.

The Teams

Here's where things get nerdy and granular. If you couldn't tell by my choice of team names, I'm a big New York Mets fan, so I've used the players on that team as a bit of a guide for which character types should be playing which position. I'll explain:

The Moonstone Mets

Adora (1st Base/Designated Hitter)

I've essentially based Adora's baseball profile on Pete Alonso, the 1st baseman of the NY Mets. The vibes are Blonde Power Hitter, hyper serious on the field, labrador off the field. Adora reads to me as the type of player who would rise to stardom quickly by hitting a lot of big home runs, but could just as easily fall apart if she gets in her head.

Glimmer (Catcher)

Glimmer is kind of a mix between Kevin Costner's character from Bull Durham (snarky, but secretly kinda wise leader type) and Mets catcher Francisco Alvarez (life of the party vibes). Also catchers tend to be on the shorter side.

Mermista (Short Stop)

Short stop is just a really technically demanding role that requires all sorts of different skill sets. Mermista reads as hyper-competent, but super nonchalant about it.

Frosta (2nd Base)

Also a position more suited to shorter players, but I mainly put Frosta here because she has Jeff McNeil vibes, i.e. angry as hell when things aren't going her way, and extatic when they are.

Perfuma (Starting Pitcher)

Pitchers are often tall and lanky, but more than anything else, good pitching often boils down to an ability to stay out of your own head and not let the pressure get to you. I thought of Yusei Kikuchi as inspiration for perfuma - the man has talked about sleeping and reading an absolutely ungodly amount for a working athlete - a truly zen pitcher would be dangerous.

Netossa (Designated Hitter/1st Base)

For Netossa I thought of J.D. Martinez, an older, more experienced player who essentially doubles as part of the coaching staff.

Spinnerella (3rd Base)

Honestly, I just needed somone recogniseable to play at 3rd... no shade to Spinny.

Juliet (Centre Field)

Starla (Right Field)

Tallstar (Left Field)

Bow (Batting Coach)

Seeing as this is women's baseball, Bow couldn't be a player, but I do really like the idea of him in a teaching role. Bow has a level head and technical expertise, so having him giving Adora technical (and, let's be real, emotional) guidance made a lotta sense to me.

Micah (Manager)

Can't have a SPOP modern AU without a bit of Brightmoon family nepotism.

Angella (Brightmoon Mets General Manager)

The Black Garnet Giants

Catra (Starting Pitcher)

Obviously Catra is a volatile character, and totally the opposite of how I described Perfuma as a pitcher, but she reads to me as someone with insane technical ability who could be let down by a tendancy to lose control. Unbeatable when she's in the zone, and calamitous when she isn't.

Lonnie (Catcher)

I liked the idea of having someone at catcher who can work well with Catra, but wouldn't be afraid to give her shit when she isn't in the zone, hence Lonnie.

Scorpia (Designated Hitter)

Scorpia seems the type to be able to hit hard and often, but is clumsy enough that she might have trouble with defence. No fielding for Scorpia.

Octavia (Short Stop)

Huntara (1st Base)

Huntara makes sense at first base in the same way Adora does to me - someone who can hit well, and stay steady on their feet to catch out a runner.

Emily (2nd Base - okay, I was reaching with this one)

Flutterina (Centre Field - ... this one too)

DT (Pitching Coach)

Obviously I wanted DT in a position where they can mess with Catra's head. It's what they're best at!

Hordak (Manager)

Prime (Garnet City Giants General Manager)

Clearly this prompt is heavily inspired by A League of Their Own, one of the all-time great sports movies. But, I like the idea of making it more career/goal driven, and having Adora and Catra be on opposing teams from the get go. Having them end up playing for the same franchise after making eachother better by playing against eachother, and growing closer in the process, feels like a particularly satisfying end point.

[goalhofer]

2023 World Baseball Classic U.S.A. Roster

Pitchers

#0 Adam Ottavino (New York Mets/Brooklyn, New York)

#21 Kyle Freeland (Colorado Rockies/Denver, Colorado)

#29 Kenneth Kelly (Arizona Diamondbacks/Scottsdale, Arizona)

#33 Michael Lynn (Chicago White Sox/Brownsburg, Indiana)

#38 Devin Williams (Milwaukee Brewers/Florissant, Missouri)

#39 Miles Mikolas (St. Louis Cardinals/Jupiter, Florida)

#43 Brooks Raley (New York Mets/Uvalde, Texas)

#47 Jason Adam (Tampa Bay Rays/Overland Park, Kansas)

#49 Kendall Graveman (Chicago White Sox/Alexander City, Alabama)

#50 Adam Wainwright (St. Louis Cardinals/St. Simons, Georgia)

#51 Brady Singer (Kansas City Royals/Tavares, Florida)

#52 Daniel Bard (Colorado Rockies/Greenville, South Carolina)

#53 David Bednar (Pittsburgh Pirates/Mars, Pennsylvania)

#55 Thomas Pressly (Houston Astros/Irving, Texas)

Catchers

#10 J.T. Realmuto (Philadelphia Phillies/Del City, Oklahoma)

#16 Will Smith (Los Angeles Dodgers/Louisville, Kentucky)

#66 Kyle Higashioka (New York Yankees/Huntington Beach, California)

Infielders

#1 Jeff McNeil (New York Mets/San Luis Obispo County, California)

#7 Tim Anderson; Jr. (Chicago White Sox/Tuscaloosa, Alabama)

#8 Trea Turner (Philadelphia Phillies/Lake Worth Beach, Florida)

#15 Bobby Witt; Jr. (Kansas City Royals/Colleyville, Texas)

#20 Pete Alonso; Jr. (New York Mets/Tampa, Florida)

#28 Nolan Arenado (St. Louis Cardinals/Lake Forest, California)

#46 Paul Goldschmidt (St. Louis Cardinals/Wilmington, Delaware)

Outfielders

#3 Markus Betts (Los Angeles Dodgers/Oak Hill, Tennessee)

#12 Kyle Schwarber (Philadelphia Phillies/Middletown, Ohio)

#27 Mike Trout (Los Angeles Angels/Millville, New Jersey)

#30 Kyle Tucker (Houston Astros/Tampa, Florida)

#31 Boyce Mullins II (Baltimore Orioles/Snellville, Georgia)

Coaches

Manager Mark DeRosa (U.S.A. Baseball/Carlstadt, New Jersey)

Bench coach Jerry Manuel (Jessup University Warriors/Rancho Cordova, CA)

Assistant bench coach Brian McCann (U.S.A. Baseball/Duluth, Georgia)

Pitching coach Andy Pettitte (U.S.A. Baseball/Houston, Texas)

Bullpen coach Dave Righetti (San Francisco Giants/San José, California)

Hitting coach George Griffey; Jr. (U.S.A. Baseball/Winter Garden, Florida)

1st base coach Lou Collier (Kansas City Royals/Chicago, Illinois)

3rd base coach Dino Ebel (Los Angeles Dodgers/Barstow, California)

[lessthanpure]

Making the Best of it Chapter 18

Fandom: Baseball RPF

Pairing: Pete Alonso/OFC, Pete Alonso/Jeff McNeil, Pete Alonso/Jeff McNeil/OFC

Summary: The next steps.

Notes: Thanks for being patient! This chapter is a little more piecemeal, but I needed all of it in and didn't feel like finding natural segues because then it would have taken approximately a million years.

Wordcount: 4,527

AO3 Link

18+

Jeff is in his apartment. He hates sleeping alone now, but it’s not like he can exactly move in. He’s always cold and finds himself reaching out in the middle of the night when he half wakes up, looking for an arm to pull over him. But he just finds sheets. 

He wakes up fully in the middle of the night, unsure why. But he’s not tired at all, so he must have gotten a full cycle. He sighs and puts his pillow up into a resting and not sleeping position before he gets up and grabs his laptop and scrolls aimlessly. His phone dings and he frowns, reaching for it. He warms when he looks at the screen. Pete, using their secure messaging app. It’s an image and he clicks it eagerly. He bites his lip when it’s a picture of Pete’s hand resting on his tented shorts. A second text. ‘Miss you.’ 

Jeff smiles even as he’s incredibly embarrassed. He types back. ‘Yeah? What about Sloane?’ 

‘She’s sleeping. Didn’t want to wake her.’

‘Oh, and you’re totally fine with waking me’, Jeff smiles. 

‘Shit, did I? Sorry, babe.’ 

‘Nah, I was up.’ 

‘Good.’ 

‘So, what do you miss about me’, Jeff asks. 

‘Everything.’ A pause, and then a second text. ‘Especially your mouth.’ 

‘Kissing’, Jeff teases.

‘Yeah. You and Sloane kiss differently. With Sloane, there’s familiarity. With you, there’s exploration.’ Jeff smiles at his phone. ‘I want to know everything that makes you tick.’

‘I can tell you’, Jeff offers.

‘Yeah, that too. Another time, though. I want to learn some things myself. Nothing like hands-on experience. And I’m sure Sloane would love to hear and figure things out, too.’ Jeff chuckles. Only Pete could be this practical about threesomes. Except it’s more than that, isn’t it? They haven’t talked about that part, how Jeff just feels better with them. More himself. 

‘So why are you up,’ Pete asks.

‘Don’t know. Must have gotten full REM, though. Not drowsy.’

‘Good. What are you planning to do with the time before human hours?’ As Jeff is thinking, Pete sends another message. This one’s another image. Jeff’s heart beats faster as he sees Pete has taken off his shorts and he’s still hard in his boxer briefs. ‘Because I have a few ideas, sweetheart.’

Jeff’s face heats up. ‘Tell me.’

‘Can I call?’

‘Yes.’

Jeff’s phone rings in his hand and he answers it. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey.”

“So what’s your first idea,” Jeff asks, smiling. 

“First, I want you to tell me if anything I say makes you uncomfortable,” Pete says.

“We’ll still use the stoplight system,” Jeff says as he settles back. “Long as you promise to do the same. So green.”

“Good boy.” Jeff shudders. “I’m in the living room so I don’t wake Sloane. But I do want to tell you what I’m thinking about,” Pete says, conversational. 

“And what are you thinking about,” Jeff asks.

“You.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. That pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.” Jeff shivers, at both the words and the lustful growl in Pete’s voice. 

“Fuck, want that.”

“Yeah? Want to choke yourself on my dick, babe?”

“Y-yeah,” Jeff nods. “Want you to hold me there as you fuck my face.”

Pete’s breathing hitches. “Fuck, baby,” he growls. “Want me to hold you still and just use you? Not let you touch yourself as I get closer? Make you sit there and whine and choke on my dick until I decide you’ve been good enough to taste my cum?”

“Want you to pull out, mark me,” Jeff whimpers. “Cover me in your scent.”

Pete groans. “Yeah, baby boy. I want that, too. Want to see how fucking pretty you look with my cum dripping off of you, want to push some into your mouth so you lick it off my thumb. Want Sloane to help you clean yourself up, both of you using your tongues.” Jeff whimpers, picturing it. He swallows and slides a hand down his body, resting it on his tenting shorts. 

“Fuck, want that.”

“Good,” Pete growls. “Because I have a lot of fun ideas for the three of us.”

“Like?”

“Like Sloane riding you, sinking back onto your cock as I watch. Like her not letting you cum, even after she does. Like her getting off of your dick and leaving you soaked with her. Like me licking it up.” Jeff groans. “Like you begging me to fuck you.” Jeff stills, his breath strangling itself in his throat. 

Pete listens to the silence, thinking of when Jeff had freaked out a few months ago. Fuck, he knew he shouldn’t have steamrolled right into that, knew that he should have waited until they were face-to-face so he could read Jeff. But he just got a bit too caught up in the fantasy. Sure, he’s been picturing Jeff bent over various pieces of furniture but they haven’t talked about going that far yet. “Jeff, babe, color,” he says.

“Gimme a second.”

Pete nods, serious, even as he’s still hard. Jeff is breathing deeply. 

“Green.”

Pete exhales, shoulders softening in relief. He smiles and pushes down his underwear, wrapping a hand around himself. “Been thinking about it since before we asked you to join us. Did a lotta research, baby. Found all sorts of fun stuff. Stuff that would let me fucking rail you.” Jeff whimpers and Pete gets harder at the sound. “Yeah, you like that? Want me to bend you over, get that hole slick and dripping? Finger you and cover you until you’re squirming, begging me to fuck you?”

Jeff closes his eyes tightly, imagining what he’s never let himself. Fuck, he wants that. He whimpers, the sound pathetic. But God he wants it. He pushes down his shorts and boxers and wraps a hand around his cock finally and he gasps. “Fuck, Pete, want that,” he chokes out. 

“What do you want, baby boy?”

“Fuck, want you to pin me down, cover me, fuck me,” he sobs out. “Wanna feel you inside me.”

“Good boy. Such a good fucking boy,” Pete pants. Jeff nods and fucks into his hand. 

The Alphas listen to each other pant as they jerk off, getting off on it.

“Fuck, baby,” Pete continues, sounding choked. “God, wanna feel how hot and tight you are around me, want you to fucking beg for me.”

Jeff whimpers and nods even though Pete can’t see him. “W-want that,” Jeff says, brain going careening in a dozen different directions. He’s never tried that part of sex, never even explored that part of porn of Alphas bottoming. But he wonders if he’d like riding Pete, shoving himself back on that thick cock. Wonders what it feels like to be stretched just for him. “God, want you to fucking push me down on your bed, want to present for you,” Jeff slurs. Pete’s breath hitches.

“Fuck, close baby boy.”

“Yeah,” Jeff nods frantically. Pete cums first and Jeff groans his own completion. They pant, coming down.

“Go back to sleep, baby,” Pete murmurs soothingly. “We’ll talk in human hours.” Jeff chuckles.

“Fine. Night.”

“Night.”

They hang up.

When Sloane is awake, Pete shoots Jeff a message. ‘Do you want to talk to Sloane with me about what we talked about?’ Pete anxiously bounces his knee as Sloane takes a shower.

‘Yeah.’

‘Want to come over or should we go to yours?’

‘Come to mine.’

’See you soon, sweetheart.’

Pete leans on the doorjamb. “Hey, babe. We’re going to Jeff’s.”

“Ok,” Sloane calls under the running water. “I better not have to take another shower.” Pete laughs and walks away without replying.

Sloane gets out soon and Pete eyes her, humming. “I just got clean,” Sloane warns. “What do you two have planned,” she asks as she changes.

“Nothing much,” Pete shrugs.

Sloane narrows her eyes at him. “Uh-huh. Like I said- I do not feel like taking another shower.”

Pete chuckles and they head to Jeff’s. They’re let up and Sloane waits until the door’s closed before she drapes her arms over Jeff’s shoulders. “Hey,” he grins softly. They kiss, Jeff rubbing his thumb on her side. She shudders but pulls away.

“I just took a shower.”

Jeff chuckles but nods. He kisses Pete in greeting, too, then takes his hand. “I don’t know how much Pete told you,” he starts, hesitant.

“About what,” Sloane asks. Jeff nods like he was expecting that.

“Nothing bad, promise. Just uh, I want to sit.”

Sloane nods, looking a little concerned anyway. She sits on the couch, leg curled under herself. The boys sit next to each other and Pete presses his side against Jeff’s, comforting him.

Jeff knows it’s ridiculous, but he’s worried. It’s just a question, but he doesn’t know how Sloane will take this. “So Pete called me early this morning,” he starts. “I was already up, don’t worry. But uh, we got to…talking.”

“About,” Sloane gently prods, laying a hand on Jeff’s knee.

“Sex. And uh, something we both want to try. And honestly, I need your opinion on the…logistics.” Sloane furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “I uh,” he trails off. Pete takes his hand and kisses the back of it and Sloane rubs his thigh soothingly. “I want to try….bottoming,” he says, fighting the urge to wince.

“You sure, babe,” Sloane asks. “It’s just…the last time it came up,” she says reluctantly.

“I know. I hadn’t let myself think of that, but once Pete called…it piqued my interest.”

Sloane nods and looks serious. “Would you like me in the room?”

“Would you want to be in the room,” Jeff asks.

“Yes.”

“Good,” Jeff says, relaxing. “Then the answer is yes.” Sloane smiles and leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I just…don’t know how to start,” he admits in a whisper.

“This is gonna sound like a kinda dumb question,” Sloane says, pulling her head back but coming closer so their knees touch. “But you know Pete is too big to just start with, right?”

“That’s the uh, logistical part.”

Sloane fights a giggle. “Ok, sorry. Um, well, we could try like…a set of toys,” she offers. “The internet has absolutely everything, I’m sure there’s like…a starter set.”

Jeff snorts a surprised laugh. “Sorry, sorry,” he says, still kinda laughing.

“Hey, this is new to me too,” Sloane giggles, rubbing his thigh. “But I’ll do research. Send you whatever I find.”

“Sounds good, sweetheart.”

They spend the rest of the day just spending time together. Sloane makes lunch (Jeff is awful at cooking, he knows how to make a grand total of about three meals) and they watch marathons of TV shows before they switch to DVDs later on- Venom and Pacific Rim, two of Jeff’s and Sloane’s favorites. Pete enjoys them immensely, too, though he gets bored slightly during rewatches.

They spend the night using clothes they had brought over previously, and Jeff is in the middle, curled with his nose in Sloane’s neck. Pete sleeps with his arm over Jeff’s waist.

Sloane wakes up first, making sure her boys are sleeping before getting out of bed. Jeff had turned into Pete in his sleep, so she doesn’t have to navigate that bit. She goes to the living room and scrolls on her phone, researching. She finds a few things.

When the boys wander out together, Sloane smiles at them. “Hey,” she greets warmly. “Been doing some research,” she says.

“Yeah,” Pete asks, voice still rough from sleep. He’s half awake but getting all the way. Jeff makes coffee and brings it out made to their preferences, known by heart.

“Yep. Jeff, come here,” she invites, and Jeff obeys, looking over her shoulder at the screen. “So I found what I thought I would- a set.”

“Ok,” he muses. She clicks on the description and he reads the sizes. “Sounds good.”

“Do you want me to get it,” she asks.

“Yes, babe,” he says, smiling. They share a coffee-flavored kiss and then Sloane scrunches her nose.

“Sorry, didn’t brush my teeth,” she says.

“Don’t mind.”

Jeff settles on the couch and they finish their cups quietly and comfortably.

Jeff is on his side three days later, looking at Sloane and Pete. It’s his day to have them over. Sloane is facing him and Pete is beyond her, on his back. They’re both sleeping. It’s pretty early in the morning- the sun is just starting to creep across the room from between the blinds. I love you. The thought is almost enough to scare him out of bed. But he doesn’t move- he doesn’t want to wake them. He thinks in the meantime. It’s only been a few months, and he doesn’t even know if they’ve said it to each other yet. They haven’t said it in front of him, in any case. He doesn’t know how to say it, or even if he wants to say it at all.

Sloane stirs and he watches her wake up. She hums and opens her eyes. She meets his and smiles. He smiles back. “You ok,” she whispers, inching closer. Pete turns and throws an arm over her waist, stilling her. Pete buries his nose in her hair and inhales deeply. Sloane rolls her eyes fondly and reaches for Jeff’s wrist, pulling gently. He obeys, coming closer and facing her. “You look like you’ve been thinking.”

“How do you know me so well already,” Jeff asks quietly.

“I notice,” she says simply. “So what’s been on your mind, hon?”

He pauses. “Just,” he trails off. She furrows her eyebrows.

“You can tell me anything,” she assures him. Not this.

“It’s,” he says, then pauses. He sighs. She reaches out and cups his cheek. He turns into it and kisses her palm.

“Quit thinking,” Pete mutters. “Can feel it from here.”

Jeff huffs a laugh against Sloane’s skin. He looks at his partners, looking back at him so softly. Fuck it. “I love you.” They both still. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he panics.

“I love you, too,” Pete says, smiling.

“I love you, three.” Jeff relaxes. He leans forward and kisses Sloane, then Pete.

When the set arrives, Sloane messages Jeff alone. ‘The set’s here. When do you feel comfortable starting?’

Jeff looks at the message, face warming. ‘Tomorrow?’

‘Ok, sweetheart. Love you.’

‘Love you too.’

Sloane rubs his shoulders, palms dragging as she noses his cheek. “Take your time, hon,” she assures him before she leans back, still touching him. She’s wearing a long shirt and sleeping shorts. Pete is sitting back in front of him, his pants still on. Jeff is wearing only his boxers. He nods and breathes deeply a few times before he takes them off. It’s dumb, he’s been naked in front of them before, lots of times, but he’s feeling really self-conscious. He’s never done…this…before. Not alone, and certainly not in front of them. But it hadn’t felt right to do this on his own. With them, with encouragement, it felt more natural. He nods and picks up the bottle within easy reach. Pete’s breath hitches and Jeff’s face heats up. He swallows and closes his eyes. Sloane leans down and noses him again. “Wanna see you, hon,” she whispers. He opens his eyes and Pete meets them. 

“Take your time,” Pete nods. Jeff nods back, mouth dry. He flicks open the cap with his thumb and coats his fingers. He swallows and remembers the posts he had read. He lets his body heat warm it up slightly before he swallows again and lifts his hips. Pete hands him a pillow and Jeff thinks his face will be permanently red as he puts the pillow under him. They’re in Jeff’s bed. It felt better to be surrounded by his own scent. Their scents adding to his is good, too. He swallows before he carefully uses a finger to prod himself. Deep breaths, Jeff, he thinks. He breathes deeply before he sinks a finger into himself. Just up to his first knuckle, because the sensation is…weird. Not painful, not that (yet?) but…weird. Jeff looks at Pete, whose eyes are jumping from his own eyes to the hand between his legs. And it’s fucking embarrassing but also really fucking hot, seeing how Pete is watching him. Jeff takes a deep breath and eases the finger in more and yeah, ok, there’s the burn. He whimpers. Sloane soothes a hand down his arm and the other through his hair and he presses into her. 

“Take your time,” Pete says, but he sounds strangled. Jeff nods and breathes. He waits until it’s not uncomfortable any more and then pushes in further. He goes slowly, and it’s still a little painful. Nothing he can’t handle, though. He watches Pete, knowing what he’ll eventually be taking, and his finger moves slightly and he gasps, hips rocking. Fuck, that’s gotta be his prostate. He likes that feeling so he moves over it again.

“Fuck,” Pete says through clenched teeth. Jeff takes it as encouragement and takes his finger out. Pete whines and Jeff laughs a little, breathless. He drizzles more lube onto his hand and uses two fingers this time. It burns more but he ignores the pain in favor of watching Pete. And he blushes more when it really feels like he’s getting wet for Pete, for them. The lube is fantastic, and he’s slowly becoming addicted to the feeling of being wet. 

Pete figured it’d be hot, watching Jeff prepare himself, but he didn’t think he’d get this hard from it. He’d watched some videos, seen Alphas finger themselves, but this is Jeff. And he’s preparing himself for him. Working his hole open for Pete’s cock. And yeah, they’re not gonna go that far tonight but fuck. His Alpha instincts are begging for him to pull Jeff’s hand out, line himself up, push into him. Make Jeff whine and moan. Pete swallows as Jeff must twist his fingers because the other Alpha groans quietly, hips hitching. Pete knows Jeff’s gotta be enjoying this- his dick is slowly hardening- and he’s just so fucking eager to see this. Jeff pulls his fingers out and pants, putting more lube on his hand, and uses three fingers. Pete whimpers. Jeff groans. Pete can taste the three of them as he pants- sandalwood, vanilla, orange- and it’s getting him hot. 

Jeff curls his fingers. “Fuck,” Jeff moans. He puts his head back and presses more into Sloane, and the motion exposes his throat. Pete wants to lay on him, sink his teeth into the offered flesh, and ruin him. “Fuck, Sloane, Pete,” Jeff chokes out, and Pete moans. He loves hearing Jeff say his name in that voice, call out for him and Sloane, but seeing him with three fingers in himself as he does it makes it about a million times hotter. “G-gimme,” Jeff says, and seems to collect himself. “I’m ready,” he changes his sentence. Sloane purrs and hands him the first toy. Pete whimpers as Jeff takes his fingers out of himself. Pete can see the way his hole clenches when he’s out, wants to feel that around him. Jeff puts a lot of lube on the toy and inhales deeply before he brings it around. 

Jeff takes a deep, steadying breath before he pushes the toy in. Yeah, it’s pretty small but it doesn’t feel small. They chose a set- rainbow colored, as if you couldn’t tell from the fucking size the order they’re supposed to be used in- and the red dildo he’s currently easing into himself feels like the biggest thing in the world. Jeff has to stop and collect himself. Pete is watching him and Sloane is behind him, out of sight but definitely not out of mind. He can feel her against his back, smell her arousal. She’s liking this as much as Pete is. Jeff pushes the toy in another couple of inches and exhales when it’s completely inside. He bites his lip and eases it out before pushing it back in. He can’t move it as much as he could his fingers, but still manages to maneuver it in a way that makes it graze against his prostate. He makes a kind of cut-off moan from it and Pete growls lightly. Sloane starts to purr against his back and she pushes a hand through his hair, stroking him. Jeff swallows and moves the toy. 

“Fuck, Jeff,” Pete groans. “Can I touch you?”

Jeff nods, panting. Pete leans forward and gently wraps a hand around his dick and Jeff whimpers. Sloane pets through his hair and strokes down his chest and Jeff moves his hand faster. Pete matches his pace and Sloane leans down, kissing him. Jeff kisses back as best as he can, but Pete squeezes just as he manages to get the head to push against his prostate and he cums, groaning. Jeff pulls away and pants, getting himself under control. He rolls his forehead against Sloane’s and hums. She nudges noses with him. 

“Good,” she asks, voice soft and gentle. 

“Yeah,” he pants.

“Good,” Sloane murmurs. He takes the toy out and puts it aside. 

“Wanna make you cum,” Jeff says, looking at her. Sloane smiles and nods. He puts her more onto her back and kisses her deeply before undressing her. He slinks down and licks into her. Sloane puts her hand in his hair and Pete creeps up beside him. Jeff can feel his warmth and then Pete’s hand interlaces with Sloane’s on his head. Jeff looks up and sees Pete and Sloane make out. Jeff shudders and licks deeper. Pete pulls back and bends towards him, trailing kisses down his jaw. Jeff sinks two fingers of the hand he hadn’t been using into Sloane and pulls back, kissing Pete. 

“I wanna taste you,” Pete murmurs before kissing him again.

“You want to give me a blowjob,” Jeff asks, confused.

“No,” Pete admits, running his nose down Jeff’s shoulder and across to the middle of his back. 

“Then wh-” it clicks when Pete opens his mouth and licks his spine. Jeff moans and nods. “Y-yeah.” He ducks his head and licks into Sloane again. Pete kisses down Jeff's spine and runs his hands up and down Jeff's sides. Jeff is kinda nervous, but more turned on. He distracts himself by making Sloane feel as good as he can. Sloane rakes her hands through his hair and whimpers so he’s doing a good job. 

But when Pete palms his ass he freezes. “Color,” Pete says. 

Jeff takes a second and pulls his face away from Sloane. “Green,” he admits. “Just…slow.”

“I will, babe,” Pete promises. 

“Oh God,” Sloane says, and Jeff can smell her arousal spike. He leans down and licks up the fresh juices flowing from her. Pete rubs his upper thighs and Jeff settles. Then Pete spreads his cheeks and licks. Jeff groans, pulling away from Sloane again. He pants, bracing himself on his forearm. 

Sloane maneuvers herself down further and rubs Jeff’s shoulders and down his arms. Jeff whimpers and Pete hums against him. Jeff cries out and Sloane kisses him. Jeff tries to focus on Sloane, but then Pete starts licking at his hole in earnest and manages to work him open enough that he works his tongue inside him and Jeff nearly cums again right then. “Fuck, Pete,” Jeff pants. 

Pete licks and laps, harder than he’s ever been in his life. He knows he thinks that a lot, but it always feels like the truth. Jeff tastes incredible. He can’t describe it but he’s addicted. He shoves his tongue inside him and Jeff moans his name. Pete wants to jerk himself off, but he needs both hands to keep Jeff open. 

Sloane’s torn- she wants to watch, but she also wants to keep in contact with Jeff. Jeff bows his head and whimpers and whines. She makes her mind up and ducks down and whispers in his ear. “Wanna watch, baby. I wanna see Pete working you open, getting you dripping. Can I?”

Jeff nods, unable to talk. Sloane eases out from under him and watches. She bites her lip and sinks two fingers into herself. She pushes a third in immediately. She curls her fingers and pants. Pete’s incredible, and Jeff is pushing back into his tongue, probably subconsciously. Pete has his eyes closed in bliss and his cock is dripping onto the bedspread. She pulls her fingers from herself reluctantly and touches Jeff’s side. She slides her fingers across his skin and wraps her hand around his cock. ”Sloane,” he moans.

“Yeah, baby,” Sloane murmurs, soothing. “We’re gonna take care of you,” she promises. Jeff whimpers and nods. She’s overcome with warmth and strokes through his hair. She noses his temple and listens to him pant. “So good for us, you know that? Such a good Alpha.” Jeff moans brokenly. She firms her grip and strokes just the way Jeff likes and Jeff moans loudly. He cums with a groan. Pete pulls back, panting, and takes himself in hand. Sloane watches, eager.

“Fuck, you taste good, baby,” Pete says, voice deep and rumbly. The others shudder at it. He jerks himself off and pants. “Fuck, can’t wait to lick into you to prepare you when you’re ready, can’t wait to slide into a hole I helped make wet.” Sloane chirps. “Can’t wait to feel how you’ll cling to me, baby boy.” Pete pants and gets himself off, shuddering his completion. Sloane whimpers.

“I really need one of you to,” Sloane starts. Jeff chuckles.

“Tapping out for this one, Pete. Have at her.”

Pete chuckles breathlessly and nods. He kisses Sloane deeply and then kisses down her body. He laps into her, leisurely. Sloane grips his hair. “Not in the mood for teasing, Pete.”

Pete looks up and eats her out with gusto, and she finally cums. She relaxes into the mattress and lazily reaches out for Jeff. He rolls into her grip and she strokes his hair gently. “I’m glad I was here, baby,” she murmurs.

“Me too,” Pete says, stretching out and laying his cheek on her belly.

“Me three,” Jeff slurs. He opens his eyes and looks at Sloane, smiling dopily. He reaches down and rubs Pete’s jaw, and the Alpha rumbles in enjoyment. “Thanks, Pete.”

“Anytime, baby,” Pete says.

They calm down and Sloane doesn’t let the boys sleep. “We need to shower,” she pulls Jeff, and the man makes complaining noises but obeys the tugs. Pete follows them. They shower together, helping to clean up, though Jeff has to practically wrestle Pete to prevent him from ‘helping’ clean his hole.

“If you put your fingers in me, I’ll just want more,” Jeff protests, his hand gripping Pete’s wrist.

“And how is that a bad thing,” Pete grins, his other hand sneaking to Jeff’s lower back. Jeff pins it there with his other hand.

“Because we just got clean, you menace,” Jeff retorts. Pete snorts good-naturedly and they finish up. They get into bed, Jeff in the middle, and drop off.

[juarezesdeporte]

DODGERS ESTÁN DE REGRESO EN LA SERIE MUNDIAL

Los Ángeles.- Los Dodgers de Los Ángeles cumplieron el objetivo y están de regreso en la Serie Mundial tras cuatro años

La novena de Dave Roberts venció por pizarra de 10-5 a los Mets de Nueva York en el sexto juego de la Serie de Campeonato de la Liga Nacional en el Dodger Stadium y clasificaron a su vigésimo segundo "Clásico de Otoño" en la historia.

El cuadro neoyorquino tomó la ventaja temprano con un sencillo de Pete Alonso, pero Tommy Edman comandó una feroz reacción con un doblete en el mismo episodio para remontar el juego y en el tercer rollo se fue para la calle para producir cuatro carreras en el primer tercio del encuentro.

Will Smith se unió a la fiesta de tablazos y sacó las 108 costuras al jardín central para que Los Ángeles se despegara por cinco rayitas, aunque Mark Vientos no se quedó atrás con su quinto palo de vuelta entera en los Playoffs para meter al juego a la novena de Queens y que los bullpen de ambos equipos tomaran el control del partido.

Shohei Ohtani impulsó la séptima carrera de los Dodgers con un imparable productor al jardín central en el sexto capítulo, sin embargo los Mets no bajaron los brazos y con un elevado de sacrificio de Francisco Álvarez, Tyrone Taylor acercó al conjunto metropolitano en la fatídica.

Pero el equipo de Los Ángeles selló la suerte de los neoyorquinos con un rally de tres rayitas en la octava entrada con un doblete de Mookie Betts, un elevado de Teóscar Hernández y un sencillo de Kike Hernández que sepultaron cualquier intento de reacción para desatar la fiesta en California, aunque los metropolitanos metieron drama con un sencillo de Jeff McNeil para impulsar a Taylor en el noveno capítulo.

En un auténtico desfile de relevistas, estrategia que le funcionó a los Dodgers en toda la Postemporada, la victoria fue para Ben Casparius (1-0) al lanzar una y un tercio de innings con dos imparables y una base por bolas, mientras que la derrota se la llevó el abridor de los Mets, Sean Manaea (2-1) con dos entradas de labor, seis hits, cinco carreras, dos pasaportes y dos ponches. El salvamento fue de Blake Trainen, quien llegó a tres rescates en los Playoffs.

SE CUMPLE EL SUEÑO

Los Dodgers no llegaban a la disputa por el Trofeo del Comisionado desde su campeonato del 2020, año en el que acabaron con tres décadas de sequía en las Grandes Ligas al vencer a Tampa Bay y por primera vez desde 1981, chocarán ante los Yankees de Nueva York por el título.

La Serie Mundial arrancará el 25 de octubre en Los Ángeles y será la duodécima definición en la historia entre Dodgers y Yankees, la cual ha visto coronarse en ocho ocasiones a los "Mulos" por tres de los californianos.

(Rodrigo Goyeneche / Agencia Reforma)

[girlsdads]

these are MY 1st 2nd & 3rd basemen 🫶

[twins2994]

New York Mets @ Los Angeles Dodgers 10.20.24

New York Mets Lineup Los Angeles Dodgers Lineup

1.) Francisco Lindor SS 1.) Shohei Ohtani DH

2.) Brandon Nimmo LF 2.) Mookie Betts RF

3.) Mark Vientos 3B 3.) Teoscar Hernandez LF

4.) Pete Alonso 1B 4.) Tommy Edman SS

5.) Jesse Winker DH 5.) Max Muncy 1B

6.) Starling Marte RF 6.) Kike Hernandez 3B

7.) Tyrone Taylor CF 7.) Andy Pages CF

8.) Jeff McNeil 2B 8.) Will Smith C

9.) Francisco Alvarez C 9.) Chris Taylor 2B

SP Sean Manaea LHP SP Michael Kopech RHP

(2-0) 2.65 ERA (1-0) 0.00 ERA

(2024 MLB Postseason Stats)

National League Championship Series Game 6

-Chris Kreibich-

[markycheerios]

[qualitystart]

They're our goobers 🥹

[sweettoothedtrickster13]

going through my likes and found this and now I want to think of a mcneil or alonso pun and put it on a bracelet. Ordinarily I'd go with Baty and make like 'let's go batty' or something but my second-tier (not a knock, I liked mcneil and alonso first) boy is not in the majors rn. Alvarez is also acceptable bc he is on the same tier as Baty.

The only issue is that I don't know which pun to make. Possibles under the cut.

So Jeff McNeil (and I will never spell that man's last name right first time I'm so sorry my love but I'm a little dyslexic) could be:

The real McNeil (if that much will fit around my itty-bitty wrist without it being distressingly floppy)

2. I got nothing else as of this moment

Pete Alonso could be:

Polar pete (with a bear charm I'm sure I can find somewhere [or make] spacing it)

Can't beat Pete (again, if that fits without flopping around)

Francisco Alvarez could be:

Slam-cisco (kinda goofy but whatever)

I'm glad i got one out so I'm not gonna push my brain

If anyone has any suggestions, I'm open to them!