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Media Availability | 2019 NHL Awards June 18, 2019

#oh no he's hot

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“I haven’t seen you here before,” Bryan replies, glancing at where the cross on the delicate chain around Sid’s neck is catching the light. “Are you not a churchgoer anymore?" Sid’s face shutters into something more guarded, and Bryan glances away, knowing this is a question sometimes more easily answered without a priest staring you down. “I’m lapsed,” Sid replies, and his voice is still friendly, but there’s an edge to it, a guard being stationed. “Or uninvited, I guess, depending on who you ask.” here is the church and here is the steeple, open the doors and see father bryan desperately attempting to cling to his sanity in the face of one sidney crosby.

read on ao3 here!

#woah #fanfic #hockey #hockey imagine

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Bc I'm a doofus who can't seem to figure out how to put your own images (not web ones) into ao3, I figured I'd put it here too! This is in conjuction with the latest chapter of Making the Best of It, my Mets RPF fic with an OC/Pete Alonso/Jeff Mcneil! I have an awesome friend, @sweettoothedtrickster13, who I asked to draw this for me because I thought their style would work a bit better with my idea, and I was right! They also had the patience to break it into pieces and I definitely do not, lol. They're great, you should check them out.

#art #friends

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Making the Best of It Chapter 14

Fandom: Baseball RPF

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

Summary: Sharing hobbies.

Notes: I decided to go for a bit of plot this time (shocking for me, but the 'plot' is debatable). I wanted to show their relationship a bit more.

Wordcount: 1,967

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The next time the boys have a road trip, Sloane scrolls her phone aimlessly for a day. She wants a new hobby. She pauses on one in her list. She’s always wanted a physical item to show for her art, and this could be a good way to do it without having to learn an entire new set of skills for a while. Cutting and glueing tiles she can do. Next paycheck, she decides. That also gives her enough time to do research, think of designs, and so forth.

It’s like the universe gives its blessing to her- her paycheck comes with an unexpected bonus commission from a project she’d been working on in a team. Her team leader informed all of them that the client tipped them for good work, and she spread the tip out among them. $150. More than enough for her new hobby.

She buys everything she thinks she needs, reminding herself not to go overboard. She doesn’t know if she likes the hobby yet. She prepares everything and starts, listening to atmospheric music through her headphones.  It’s an off day, so she doesn’t even have to watch a game and she has time.

Sloane had had a hard time deciding what to try first, but a medium wall piece seemed good. Most of the guides had suggested something flat, so she had gone to her local hardware store and picked up a piece of decently sized wood- sixteen by ten inches. She had an even harder time picking a design, but she figured personalizing something was a good start. So she picked her favorite animal- a badger- and had it above an S for her first name. 

Sloane has fun picking out the colors- shades of minty green for the decorations and a nice cream for the background and dark gray grout. She takes her time drawing it on the wood, then uses the nippers to cut a bowl’s worth of the tiles. She glues each piece down, humming serenely. She’s greatly enjoying this. 

Hours pass in a blink, and she has to force herself to stop for frequent water breaks and meals. She ends up having dreams about her new hobby and gets back into it early the next morning to leave time for the afternoon game. She gets half of it done before the game, then stops to watch her boys. They have a good game but end up losing in extras, so she sends a soothing message to them. ‘You’ll get them next time. You played great.’ 

By the time her boys are home, she’d finished the piece. She’d debated telling them, but she’s more excited than nervous. 

“I tried a new hobby out while you were gone,” she says over dinner at Jeff’s.

“Yeah,” Jeff asks. “What kind?”

“I always wanted something physical for my art, so I started mosaic.”

“That’s awesome,” Pete grins. “Did you finish a piece?”

“I did,” Sloane nods. She gets her phone out and clicks to the image. She hands it to Jeff, who slides closer to Pete so they can both see. 

“Wow,” Jeff murmurs. 

“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” Pete agrees. Jeff pinches the screen, zooming in, and whistles appreciatively. 

“That must have taken hours. It looks awesome,” Jeff looks up and smiles. 

“I haven’t hung it up yet, but I’m thinking it’ll go in my dining room.”

“Sick,” Pete nods. 

“I’m glad your landlord’s ok with you hanging things up,” Jeff says as he hands her phone back. 

“Me too. The building’s pretty good, as long as I patch everything before I leave,” she says. “I’ve had apartments where I wasn’t allowed to hang anything, but the price was too good to pass up. At least until I had enough savings to move to this place.”

They chat the rest of dinner, then Sloane and Pete clear up since Jeff had cooked. Pete flicks soap bubbles at her, and she giggles and ducks away. Jeff grins and scoops up a handful, slapping it on Pete’s head. It turns into a soap fight that leaves them all giggling and damp. They spend the night at Jeff’s using clothes they had stashed there. Sloane has the fleeting thought that she wished they could bring duffle bags over, but backpacks have to do. This is good. For now, she muses. She gets in bed in between her boys and they sleep.

Jeff and Sloane play Minecraft the next morning in the world they built together while Pete watches. “I found a cool design for a Nether portal,” Sloane says.

“Show me,” Jeff smiles. Sloane pulls it up on her phone and does. He whistles long and low. “Jesus.”

“I know, but it’s rad.” The image they’re looking at is a sword Nether portal soaring into the sky. “Wanna do it?”

“Sure. What do you need me to do?”

“Well, we’re gonna need lots of obsidian. We can build the actual portal out of that, the rest in whatever we want. I was thinking warped planks.”

“I like those.”

“Me too. I’ll hop into the Nether, grab those, and you can go into our mine and get obsidian,” she offers.

“Sounds good.”

They gather resources and start to build, knowing that it’ll take a few sessions to complete. Their world is coming along nicely, though- Jeff had built a treehouse with a ladder coming down, and a mine nearby. Sloane had found a nearby cave she uses more often than the mine, but Jeff prefers controlled spelunking. Even so, he’d found an abandoned mineshaft before she did. They had cleared it out together and found an absolutely massive lake of lava. They’d been using that for smelting everything because they found so much. 

Sloane had also been exploring and found a cool mountain range half a map away, with floating parts and everything. They’d built a secondary home there and stocked it with everything they’d need. A village lies in between, and Sloane had cycled through librarians and gotten one with mending and one with protection IV (and one with curse of binding that she threw on a jack o’ lantern. Jeff had been a good sport about a goofy bet and had worn it for a session). 

Pete enjoys watching them play, but he knows that he’d get tremendously bored half an hour in. Watching them is better because he can go on his phone when they’re resource gathering, which they don’t mind. He had liked watching Sloane find a treasure bastion, amazed at how she’d killed the brutes and found most of them by sound and memorizing the layout. She’d been disappointed that she didn’t find something called ‘pigstep’ though, but hadn’t told Pete what exactly it is.

After a few hours, they close the game and have lunch. Then they say their goodbyes, kissing softly. “See you later,” Jeff smiles.

“See ya,” Pete says while Sloane smiles.

Pete and Sloane head out. 

Their next dinner is at Pete’s. “So what made you choose mosaic,” Jeff asks.

“I always wanted a physical piece for my art,” Sloane explains. “And instead of having to learn a really involved skill that would take years to see progress, like sculpture, I figured this would be a good balance. It’s a hobby I’ve had on my list for a while.”

“Your list,” Pete asks.

“Yeah, I tend to want to do every hobby under the sun,” she rolls her eyes at herself. “So I write them down in my phone,” she explains. “When I’m super bored, I sort through them to decide which one to try out. I have them in sections: ones I have time for, ones that can be in the future, and ones that can be useful.”

“Which ones are useful,” Jeff asks.

“Sewing,” she explains. 

“You sew,” Pete asks.

“Little projects here and there. I’m not practiced enough to make my own clothes, but I can make like, tote bags.”

“Cool,” Jeff smiles. 

“Once upon a time I wanted to sew, paint, and sell them, but I thought it through and did a complete list of what it’d cost, and it really wasn’t feasible at the time. Maybe in the future.”

“Your art is great,” Pete smiles. “I’m sure people would love to have it on something they use a lot.”

“You’re sweet,” Sloane smiles.

“I haven’t seen much of it, but the mosaic was super cool.”

“After dinner I can show you,” she promises. 

They finish eating and Jeff and Sloane clean up. They settle on the couch when they’re done, Sloane in the middle. She opens her phone to the gallery of her complete pieces and works-in-progress she’s proud of. Jeff hums and makes her pause at each one, admiring it. “They’re gorgeous,” he says.

“Thanks, hon,” she says, kissing his cheek. 

“That one’s new,” Pete says when he sees the next one. 

“Yeah, I’ve been experimenting with gouache,” she muses. There were some experiments that failed miserably, but this one she likes. A simple colored background with flowers spilling out of its borders. She’d done a few of them, with different flowers- small daisies, forget-me-nots, other flowers that spread low on the ground. They look through all her work. “That’s all, folks.”

Jeff chuckles. “They were great. Show me anytime,” he says.

“I’ll show you the good ones.”

“They’re all good,” he promises.

“There are some that need work, and that’s ok. That’s why I don’t show anyone my entire sketchbook- they’re private, a place to try things out without worrying if it’s instagram worthy,” she explains, leaning against the back of the couch. Jeff puts his arm around her shoulders. Sloane crosses her legs and Pete puts his hand on her knee. “I like having pieces that I’m not afraid to get messy with it. Not every piece I make will be good, and that’s a good thing. It means I’m growing and trying new things.”

“A great way to look at it,” Jeff says. 

“Do you do any art or anything like that,” Sloane asks.

Jeff pauses, rubbing his thumb on her shoulder. “Kind of. I play guitar.”

“Really,” Pete asks. “You never told me that.”

“Never came up. It’s just something I do at home. It relaxes me. Sometimes I write snippets of chords, sounds I like. No words,” he shrugs. 

“Well, when you’re comfortable,” Sloane says. “Feel free to show us.”

“Ok,” Jeff smiles, but he’s nervous.

“When you’re comfortable, babe,” Pete says.

Jeff relaxes. They’re ok with waiting. He knows that rationally, but they show him that a lot. 

“Can we do something creative together when we next get together,” Pete asks.

“Like what,” Jeff asks.

“I’ve seen like, dinner parties where people pick random prompts and paint, then switch canvases every like, half an hour or whatever.”

“Sounds fun,” Sloane smiles. “I can look up other stuff, too- there are a few things I’ve always wanted to do in a group. There’s this cool thing where you take a white pillar candle, light colored tea lights, and use the wax to ‘paint.’ It’s a really cool decorative and useful thing.”

“Those both sound like fun,” Jeff smiles. “I’ll look up some things, too. We can do a different thing every month or something.”

“That sounds amazing,” Pete says, leaning over Sloane’s head and kissing Jeff’s temple. 

“It’s good to get away from the digital world. Unplug,” Jeff says. “I think I’d like making something with my hands.”

“Who knows, we might have the next Picasso on our hands,” Sloane shoulders him playfully. 

“I doubt that,” Jeff ducks his head, bashful. “I just had an idea, though,” he says. “Writing. Like Pete said, every half hour we switch.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” Sloane says, grinning. 

“Yeah, great idea,” Pete agrees.

#fanfiction #alpha beta omega dynamics #a/b/o dynamics #my fics #baseball rpf #new york mets imagine #baseball imagine #pete alonso/jeff mcneil #pete alonso imagine #jeff mcneil/pete alonso #jeff mcneil imagine

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If I'm sucking your cock, and you start grabbing at my hair or saying "oh fuck" or moving your hips, I will become absolutely feral and your soul is mine.

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Making the Best of it, Chapter 13

Fandom: Baseball RPF

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

Summary: A conversation, a date, then some fun.

Notes: Haven't been updating bc I kept forgetting, sorry! Plus, I didn't finish this chapter. Hope you like it!

Wordcount: 4561

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Pete wakes up first. He looks beside him, and Sloane and Jeff are wrapped around each other, Jeff’s hand on Pete’s wrist. Pete smiles gently.

He watches them sleep, relaxed and comfortable. Sloane wakes up next, and she gets her bearings slowly. She looks at Jeff, then carefully over her shoulder. She smiles at Pete, who leans forward and nudges noses with her. They kiss softly. The motion wakes Jeff, who hums. He mouthes Sloane’s shoulder.

“We have to talk, hon,” Sloane says quietly.

“About,” Jeff asks, distracted.

Sloane pulls his head away. “About what made you so nervous.”

Jeff hunches his head away. “Can’t we just let it go,” he mutters.

“No,” Pete says. He sits up and so does Sloane, resting against Jeff's headboard. Jeff huffs and does the same. He stares ahead while Sloane and Pete look at his profile.

“What do you want to know,” Jeff asks, wary.

“This isn't an interrogation,” Sloane says. “This is a conversation.”

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Jeff, come on baby,” Pete says. “We won’t judge you.”

Jeff looks at them. “I don’t want to get fucked.”

“Ok. Any particular reason why,” Sloane asks. Jeff struggles. “Or is it just because you don’t think you should?”

“Sloane,” Jeff says quietly.

“Baby boy,” Pete says. “It’s not bad or shameful or whatever else is going through your head,” he says gently.

“But-”

“We know you’re an Alpha,” Pete says. “So am I. And yeah, I’ll be honest. I’m not exactly thinking of having anything up my ass, either.” Jeff barks out a laugh. Pete smiles. “But maybe, when we get a bit more comfortable with the idea of the three of us,” he reaches out and strokes the side of Jeff’s face. “Maybe.” Jeff turns into the touch and mouthes Pete’s wrist. Pete rumbles and Jeff scrapes his teeth down the inside.

“This is great,” Sloane whispers. “I like this. I like having you and Pete,” she continues, slowly climbing onto Jeff. “I like seeing you together, too.” She smiles and sits. She trails her finger down Jeff’s chest and he rumbles, touching her hips. Sloane bites her lip and roves her eyes over Jeff. “This is good. We can explore the rest as we go.”

“Ok,” Jeff murmurs. He leans forward and Sloane kisses him leisurely. She chuckles against his mouth and he pulls back, smiling. “What,” he asks, curious.

“You’re incredible,” Sloane says. Jeff’s cheeks warm. “We’ll get used to this. Promise.”

“Kiss to seal the deal,” Jeff teases. She nods and grabs his cheek. She kisses him, then presses kisses to his jaw. Pete leans in and kisses him, and Jeff holds onto his shoulder, kissing back. Pete rumbles and wraps a hand around his throat, keeping him still. Jeff shudders and whines.

“Yeah,” Pete whispers once he’s pulled back. “You’re so good for us, you know that?”

“Fuck,” Jeff breathes.

“Such a good fucking boy,” Pete says, resting foreheads with him. Sloane scrapes her teeth down his jaw and he shakes. “You talked a lot last night, baby boy,” he says, cocking his head. Jeff nods, mouth dry. “You’re not talking any more.” Jeff whimpers.

“I think we might have broken him,” Sloane says, resting her hands on his shoulders. “That’s a shame. Might mean we have to play all by our lonesome,” she looks at Pete with a dramatic sigh.

Jeff leans forward and kisses her throat. She hums and pulls his head close. “Ah, there you are,” she teases.

Jeff shudders when she presses her fingers through his hair. Pete adjusts his grip, sliding to the nape of his neck. The bigger man rumbles and Jeff kisses Sloane. He grabs her hips and turns, putting her on her back. He smiles. “I’m hungry,” he growls. She shivers and chirps. He smirks and slides down, kissing her skin. He can’t get enough of her. He settles between her thighs and starts slowly. He looks up, licking and sucking. Pete and Sloane are watching him. He hums and Sloane arches, tugging his hair. Pete rumbles a laugh and leans in, licking her neck. Jeff keeps watching as he works on Sloane. Sloane is rocking into his mouth and she tastes divine. He licks deeper, wanting more. She cums on his tongue with a moan. He draws back, licking up what he can. He sits back on his heels and licks his lips. “That was fun,” he smirks, crawling up. Sloane rolls her eyes and pulls him down, kissing him. Then Pete takes his turn kissing him. Pete grips Jeff’s cock and he groans. Pete noses his temple, his breath puffing against his skin. He shudders.

“You look hot being good for our Omega,” Pete rumbles. Our Omega. Jeff likes that. Sloane rubs the back of Jeff’s shoulders as Pete moves his fingers in a wave over him.

“Fuck,” Jeff breathes. Sloane hums, smiling.

“You also look hot with our Alpha’s hand around your cock,” Sloane cocks her head. Pete and Jeff moan at that. Jeff pants. Our Alpha. He likes that, too. Pete moves his hand faster, making Jeff whimper. “And you,” she says, kissing Pete’s cheek. “You look good pleasing our Alpha.” Pete whines and leans in, kissing Jeff desperately as he speeds up. Jeff tries to keep up, but then Sloane reaches down and cups his balls, and he swears. He pants and groans his orgasm. Pete noses him and Jeff nods, reaching for him.

Sloane and Jeff get Pete on his back, the Alpha easily obeying. Jeff kisses Pete while she gets between his legs. Pete hums as she starts to suck him off. One of his big hands lands on the back of Jeff’s head and one splays between her shoulder blades. Jeff presses kisses up his jaw to listen to Pete pant. He looks down and Sloane’s already watching them. He smiles at her and she hums. Pete’s hands tighten, but he restrains his hips from thrusting. Sloane gets him off after Pete warns her and he pants as he comes down. She swallows and rubs his hipbone with her thumb.

“Shall we have breakfast,” Sloane asks. Jeff laughs, ducking his head.

“You two are menaces,” Pete says through his pants. Jeff snorts and gets out of bed, putting on clean boxers. Sloane gets up and grabs a dress shirt from his closet, putting it on without doing anything else. Pete grumbles but gets up, rooting through his bag and coming up with shorts. Jeff admires Sloane for a few seconds before he walks out of his room. He goes to his kitchen and starts to pull down pans and ingredients. Soon, the others join him and they cook breakfast. They settle at his kitchen table. Sloane touches her foot against Jeff’s, and Pete hooks his ankle under theirs.

“I think we should go out,” Sloane says as she drinks her orange juice.

“Where,” Pete asks. Jeff looks down.

“Don’t know. Any suggestions, Jeff,” she asks.

“You want me to come,” he asks, surprised.

“Of course,” they say together.

“You’re our boyfriend,” Pete says.

“I don’t know,” Jeff admits. “I mean, you two don’t go out a lot and what if the press sees us and-”

“Hey,” Sloane says, laying a comforting hand on his knee. “I want you out with us,” she says gently.

Jeff relaxes. “Ok.”

Pete smiles at them. “We’ll look up some places,” he promises.

They manage to decide on a place by six and get ready in their own apartments. Pete meets Sloane at her apartment and Jeff heads right to the club.

Pete exhales when he sees Sloane’s outfit. She’s wearing a tight blue dress and he smiles. “You look gorgeous,” he says.

“Thanks. You’re not looking bad yourself,” she says, putting her hand on his chest. He’s wearing a burgundy button down and black slacks. They get a car and go.

Jeff is just getting there when the pair come up. He smiles and his breath catches when he sees Sloane. He reigns himself in and walks in with them. It’s a smaller club, off the beaten path, but the men still look nervously around for any paparazzi. “It looks clear,” Sloane says. “I’m gonna go get us some drinks, you get a table,” she asks.

“Sounds good,” Pete nods. “Two beers,” he asks Jeff. He nods. The men walk off together and Sloane goes to the bar. She waits.

“Howdy,” a man says as he steps next to her.

“Hi,” she says, polite.

“May I buy you a drink?”

“Sorry, I’m here with my boyfriend,” she says, remembering to make it singular.

“I don’t see nobody around,” the man smiles.

“He’s getting a table.” The bartender arrives. “Two regular Buds and a vodka club, please,” she says.

“Two,” the man asks. “Your boyfriend double fists?”

“We’re with someone else.” Soon, the drinks are in front of her and she pays before she picks the drinks up. She looks around for the boys and sees them at a round booth, talking. She goes to them and slides in on Pete’s side.

The men pick up their beers. “A toast,” Jeff asks, tilting his bottle invitingly.

“To,” Pete asks with a small smile.

Jeff looks over his shoulder- no one’s in the booth next to them. He still leans in. “To us?”

“To us,” Sloane murmurs her agreement. They clink and sip. “So, what did you two boys talk about while I was gone,” she asks. “Besides how good you look,” she asks, cocking her head at Jeff. The man’s wearing a deep green shirt and black slacks.

Jeff chuckles. “No, not really anything besides that,” he teases.

“Dick,” Pete laughs.

They talk easily, relaxing.

“I’ll get the next round,” Jeff says, taking the last swallow of his beer. “Vodka club,” he gestures at Sloane. She nods and hands him her empty. “Pete?”

“I’ll take another one, sure.”

Jeff nods and goes to the bar. He rests his forearms on it and waits. “Oh my God,” he hears someone say. He ignores it. Maybe- “You’re Jeff McNeil.” No such luck. He turns and there’s a woman there, grinning.

“I am. Hi,” he nods.

“Oh my God, hi,” she giggles, coming much too close for comfort. She’s practically in his pocket. He shifts away slightly, but she puts her hand on his hip. “Do you want to go dance?”

“I’m uh, not really one for dancing, sorry,” he says.

“Aw, come on. Just one little one,” she purrs, leaning in.

“No, thank you. It was nice meeting you,” he says, hoping the girl will take the hint. She doesn’t, just pouts at him. The bartender arrives.

“What can I get you, buddy,” he asks over the music.

“Two regular buds and a vodka club, please,” Jeff replies.

“Three drinks,” the woman asks. “Who are you out with?”

“Some friends.” My partners . He can’t say that, as much as he wants to. The bartender walks away to get the drinks.

“Yeah? Who?”

Jeff looks, and the bartender is taking his sweet-ass time. “Just some friends.”

“Hard to get,” the woman smiles, touching his arm. “I like that.” He backs up a step.

“Listen,” he starts.

“Dance with me.”

“I’d rather not. Thanks for the offer, though.”

The woman smiles, obviously trying for sultry. The bartender puts his drinks on the bar and Jeff pays. He grabs the bottles by the necks and Sloane’s glass around the middle and leaves without another word. He sits down and puts the drinks on the table.

“You ok,” Sloane asks.

“Yeah,” he nods. “Just some woman was flirting with me.” The others pause and look at each other. “I didn’t take her up on it.”

Sloane nods and leans in. “Jeff, if you-”

“We’ll talk about that another time,” Jeff says. Pete nods.

They finish the round, then Pete takes his turn getting the drinks.

“Your girlfriend looks like she’s getting pretty cozy with your buddy, man,” a man says as he leans on the bar next to him.

“Hmm?”

The man nods in a direction and Pete turns. Sloane had scooted over to sit closer to Jeff and they’re talking and laughing.

“I trust them,” Pete says.

“I wouldn’t,” the guy says. “Your girlfriend is smoking hot. Girls like that can’t be trusted.” Pete straightens and glares. “Hey, I’m just saying,” the guy lifts his hands. “Girls like that, they tend to use their looks to start fights. Especially between their boyfriend-of-the-moment and his best friend.”

“I trust them,” Pete repeats, his voice hard.

“Fine. Maybe your girlfriend is trustworthy. But your boy there looks like he’s a split second from fucking her in the bathroom.” Pete grits his teeth. “Look,” the guy laughs, gesturing. Pete does. Jeff is laughing at something Sloane said. He leans his forearms on the table and cocks his head, saying something in reply. Sloane laughs loudly, shaking his shoulder. Jeff grins. “See what I mean?”

“I appreciate your concern,” Pete says dryly, fighting the urge to get in his face. “Now, excuse me,” Pete says, getting their drinks. He walks to the table. They look up.

“Hey,” Jeff and Sloane greet together, smiling. Pete nods and slides in.

“Hey, you ok,” Jeff asks.

“Yep.”

“You’re not,” Sloane says.

“Nope.”

“What happened,” Jeff asks.

“Some guy at the bar just said something.”

“What,” Sloane asks.

“Not important.”

“Pete,” Sloane lays her hand on his back. “Talk to us.”

Pete sighs. “Just said I shouldn’t trust you two. He saw you having fun, and said I should worry.”

“Pete,” Jeff says quietly.

“I know. I trust both of you.” He shrugs. “Let’s get out of here.”

“You don’t want to finish the drinks,” Jeff asks.

“Last round,” Pete says.

“Sounds good,” Sloane says. “And then my place, we’ll play some video games? Maybe some Minecraft?”

“Sounds like fun,” Jeff smiles.

They finish off the drinks and check to make sure they have everything. Then they head out. The night is warm and Sloane hums. “Walk,” she asks.

“Sure,” Pete nods.

“Where to?”

“There’s actually a fro-yo place around here I know,” Sloane smiles. “You guys like that?”

“Never had,” Pete says.

“Me neither.”

“Come on! New experiences,” she grins. She walks and the boys follow her. It’s two blocks, then a right. They step into the parlor and the boys look around, curious. Sloane tugs Pete’s elbow and he follows it. Jeff follows him. They go to the wall of flavors and Sloane picks three smalls, passing them down. “The world is your oyster.”

Jeff looks down the line and selects raspberry. He fills his cup and looks, seeing that Pete has chosen mango and Sloane got blueberry. They walk to the counter and look at the toppings.

“World is our oyster, huh,” Jeff asks, looking at all the options. He picks chocolate chips and Pete gets cookie crumble. Sloane gets strawberry slices. Jeff puts his on the scale and pays. He gets a table. First Pete joins him, then Sloane. “Pay your own way,” he asks, curious.

“Something this small, yeah,” Pete nods. “Otherwise, we switch off.”

They eat their yogurt, comfortable and talking. They toss their empties. “Ok, that was good,” Jeff grins.

“I’m glad. Now come on, Minecraft,” she says, tugging his elbow. He laughs and follows her. Pete smiles and comes with them. Sloane grabs Pete’s hand and holds it. Jeff goes to pull away, but Sloane tucks her hand into the crook of his arm. He looks at her. “So, should we do a new world or should you just join mine,” she asks, squeezing his arm gently.

“Why don’t you show us yours, then we’ll decide,” Pete offers.

“Jeff?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Jeff says quietly. They smile at him.

They call a car and get in, going to Sloane’s. Sloane lets them in and closes the door behind them. She locks it and turns, making sure the blinds are shut tightly. She drapes her arms over Jeff’s shoulders, making the man smile. “I like taking you out,” she says. “Showing you off.”

“Tonight was fun,” he agrees, putting a hand on her waist. He reaches back and Pete steps behind him. Pete hooks his chin over Jeff’s shoulder, making him relax.

Jeff kisses Sloane gently and Pete rubs his upper arms, rumbling. The kiss soon builds until Sloane is pressing against Jeff. “What’s wrong,” Jeff asks teasingly. “What do you need, sweetheart?”

“You,” Sloane gasps. Pete ducks his head and mouthes at Jeff’s neck, making him rumble.

“Which one,” Jeff smiles.

“Both of you.”

“Right answer,” Pete jokes. They go to Sloane’s room and help each other undress. Pete and Sloane kiss while Jeff kisses her shoulder gently, lips lingering. Then he noses at Pete’s jaw. The man breaks from Sloane and kisses him. Sloane pets the back of their heads, purring.

Sloane debates. Fuck it. “Can we try something new tonight,” she asks.

“New how,” Jeff asks, even though she smelled her boyfriends’ arousal both spiked sharply.

She drapes her arms over Jeff’s shoulders again. “I want to suck your dick.”

“Not exactly new,” Pete starts.

“While you fuck me,” she looks over her shoulder.

The men still and Sloane waits, anxiety growing. Jeff looks over her head, probably at Pete. “I vote yes,” Jeff growls, making her shudder.

“Me too.”

Sloane smiles and drags her hand down to Jeff’s, tangling their fingers together. “ Come on, then.” She starts to walk, folding her arm behind her back and leading the boys to her room. Once there, she turns and coaxes Jeff to sit. “ You too, Pete.” Pete sits next to him and props his hands behind him. Sloane reaches behind herself and starts to pull her zipper down. The Alphas both move as if to help, but she just smirks. “Stay there, boys.” The men still and just watch her. She smiles. “Good boys.” Jeff whines softly and Pete growls under his breath. She gets her zipper all the way down and slowly eases off the dress, making her boyfriends squirm impatiently. She kicks it off her foot and the men stare at her in her matching red lingerie. “ Now you.” The Alphas jump to their feet and almost race each other to get naked faster. She hums a laugh and calmly walks around the bed, watching them turn to keep looking at her. She settles back on her pillows and watches them.

Jeff is done first and dives on the bed, kissing her deeply. She kisses him back and rakes her fingers through the back of his hair, scratching lightly. He whimpers again. He slides his hands up from her ribs, resting his thumbs just below her bra. He pulls from her mouth with obvious reluctance. “Can I take off your bra, sweetheart,” he asks, voice a low rumble. She smirks and nods, sitting up and putting her knees on either side of his thighs. She can feel he’s hard, cock rubbing against her panties. He slides his hands to her back as he mouthes at her shoulder and neck, undoing her bra. He takes it off and hums, licking down to her collarbone and venturing lower. She grabs his head and brings him back to her mouth, shuddering in pleasure as he rubs his thumb against her nipple. “I want you in my mouth,” she says.

“Ok,” Jeff says, sounding off-balance. She maneuvers him onto his knees, his back to her headboard. The position puts her on her own knees with Pete behind her. The Alpha rumbles and bends, biting her neck lightly. He puts his hands on her hips and Jeff whines softly.

“ Since I won’t be able to talk,” Sloane smirks. “Jeff, one tap is green, anything more than that is at least yellow.” He nods quickly. “ Good boy.” He shudders.

“Sweetheart,” Pete says softly, blanketing her. “Knotting or unknotting?”

“Neither.”

The men still. “No condom,” Pete asks.

“Correct.”

“Fuck,” the men say together. Pete rubs her hips and she looks over her shoulder and kisses him before she nods. He takes her panties off and runs a hand down her spine.

“ Ready,” Pete asks.

“Ready,” she nods. She faces forward and kisses Jeff again before she kisses down his chest. She ends up on all fours, bracing herself on her forearms. She licks Jeff’s cock and he whines. “ Jeff, baby,” she says, conversational like she isn’t eye-level with his dick.

“Yeah,” he asks after a moment.

“Fuck my face.”

Jeff moans and shuffles closer, putting his hands on her cheeks. He eases his cock into her mouth and Sloane licks along it and sucks. Pete pants and slides a finger into her. He groans and slides another one in immediately because she’s soaked. He preps her, shaking. When he deems she’s ready, he gets closer, grabs her hip with one hand and eases his cock in with his other. He sinks in slowly, fighting back a whine as she just accepts him into her wet heat. He’s flush soon and waits, panting. He looks at Jeff to prevent himself from embarrassing himself immediately. The man is already looking down at Sloane and keeping his movements easy.

Jeff wants nothing more than to fuck Sloane’s mouth, but this has to be a lot for her. She wants it, though- she’s eagerly sucking his dick and he can smell her wetness and arousal. Pete groans quietly and he looks at him. He’s already looking at him and Jeff pants. Sloane distracts him into looking at her again when she hums and licks the underside of his cock. He whines. She leans forward and he thrusts forward a little harder than he meant to. She just moans, muffled. He pants. “Fuck, baby,” he says, finally getting his voice back. “Yeah, you want this, huh, Sloane,” he asks, glad that he has partners that let him talk naturally during sex. “You want my cock in your throat while Pete fucks that pretty little cunt.” Sloane moans again. “Yeah, sweetheart. Probably been thinking about this for a while, imagining us spitroasting you while you touched yourself, shoving your fingers into your hole. Bet you wanted something in your mouth while you were doing it. But I promise, sweetheart- it wouldn’t have felt nearly as good as my cock.”

P ete groans and starts to move. Jeff moves in tandem with him, shuddering. “Fuck, baby girl,” Pete mutters, voice thick with lust.

“Baby, can you take it a little harder,” Jeff asks. She whimpers and nods as best she can. “Good girl.” He starts to move faster and she just gets wetter. Pete follows his lead and soon Sloane’s tongue gets clumsy, though she’s still fantastic. “Yeah, baby girl, can feel how worked up Pete is getting you. You’re gonna be cumdrunk when we’re done, I promise baby,” he says, brushing a hand through her hair. She whimpers pitifully and he groans. “Yeah, baby girl,” he grunts. He moves faster and she slathers her tongue along him. Pete swears and fucks her harder. Every one of his thrusts makes Sloane’s throat flutter around him and Jeff pants. She cums without warning and both men snarl.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” Pete says when it seems like Jeff is too distracted to talk. “Can feel you clench around me, like you’re trying to pull the cum out of me.” He blushes but says his next thought. “Can’t wait to fill you up, knot you to keep it all inside.” Jeff moans.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Can’t wait to see how you look when Pete’s knot deflates, how his cum will drip out of your pussy before I get between your legs. Can’t wait to taste you both, licking up everything he left.” Pete moans brokenly.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum,” Pete admits. Sloane whimpers and puts her hips higher. Pete growls and thrusts a few more times before he cums, knot popping. He pants, leaning over her in natural Alpha protectiveness. He lazily watches Jeff fuck her mouth, panting.

“Fuck, baby girl, I’m close too. Where do you want it, baby? Right in your throat or do you want me to pull out and cover your pretty face?” Sloane leans forward, sucking his dick hard, answering. “In your throat it is.” He thrusts a handful of times. “It’s coming, baby girl.” She whines and he cums. She swallows and he pants. He gets himself together and pulls out of her mouth. He pets her cheeks and leans down enough to kiss her. She whimpers into his mouth and he licks inside. She pants and he pulls away to let her catch her breath. “Fuck,” he says.

“Yeah,” Pete says, nodding.

“You ok, sweetheart,” Jeff checks, and she nods. He relaxes and lays flat under her, petting her sides. She hums and Pete eases her down so she’s comfortable. She noses into Jeff’s shoulder and breathes.

Sloane feels incredible. Her throat hurts in the best way possible, and she’s full. She’s only taken a couple partners bare, all Betas. Jeff pets her, fingers gentle. Pete noses the back of her neck.

Pete’s knot deflates and he pulls out. She immediately feels his cum start to trickle down her thighs and Jeff’s eyes light up. “Is it time for me to get my treat, sweetheart,” he asks. She whimpers and nods. Pete gets out of the way just in time to avoid Jeff flipping her onto her back. Jeff wastes no time in sliding down, and he only takes a second to look before he’s licking her thighs, cleaning up what’s leaked out. Pete chokes out a moan. Jeff twists his tongue in and moans.

“Fuck, Jeff, that’s hot,” Pete says. Sloane grips Jeff’s hair to keep him down. He never planned on coming up, too obsessed with the combined tastes. She cums again, moaning with a rough voice. He licks her to two more orgasms until every drop of Pete’s cum is gone. He pants and comes up, hard. Pete noses his shoulder and jerks him off, and Jeff fucks his fist, whimpering. “Good boy,” he growls in his ear while Sloane watches and whimpers, fucked-out. “Look how well you cleaned up our Omega, how good she feels, how tired she is from my cock and your tongue. Fuck, you have no idea how fucking hot it was to see how desperate you were to lick my cum out of her hole.”

“Tasted so good,” Jeff manages through his pants. “F-fuck. Kiss me,” he moans lightly. Pete obeys, and tastes what’s lingering on Jeff’s tongue. Jeff cums, shaking. Pete catches most of it, but some lands on Sloane’s skin. She slides her fingers through it and thumbs Jeff’s chin as he pants. He answers her unasked question and licks his cum from her fingers. She shudders and whines. Jeff crawls up and flops next to her, breathing heavily. Pete smiles and laughs lightly. He leans down and noses first hers and then his cheeks, pressing a kiss to each.

“Be right back.”

He leaves the bed and wets a washcloth, gently wiping Sloane’s skin of cum and slick. He does the same with Jeff’s, which makes the man shudder. He cleans himself up then tosses the washcloth into the laundry. He lays on the bed and noses Sloane’s throat.

They fall asleep.

#baseball rpf #new york mets imagine #pete alonso imagine #a/b/o dynamics #alpha beta omega dynamics #baseball imagine #pete alonso/jeff mcneil #jeff mcneil imagine #jeff mcneil/pete alonso #my fics

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post-practice interview 2/27/24

#hockey #oh no he's hot

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stupid sweaty frat boy [x]

#hockey #oh no he's hot

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I like to think that when sid gets too yappy in the dressing room geno makes his way over to the candy drawer, calmly unwraps a jolly rancher, and gently slips it into Sid’s mouth. “Suck on something, you feel better.” The care and feeding of Sidney Crosby.

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Making the Best of it Chapter 12

Fandom: Baseball RPF

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

Summary: Making Up

Wordcount: 2966

AO3 Link

It’s a few days of radio silence before Jeff texts Sloane privately on their messaging app. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey. Feel better?’

‘Yeah,’ Jeff nods. He’s still wary of Pete, and he doesn’t want to be. ‘How’s Pete?’

‘Missing you. Babe, I know you know this, but we will talk about /everything/ before we try it.’

‘I know.’ Jeff pauses, his thumbs hovering over his phone. ‘He just freaked me out is all.’

‘I know. But we’ll talk about everything.’ 

Jeff nods, looking at his phone. He clicks to Pete’s contact in the app. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey,’ Pete messages back a minute later. ‘You ok?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I’m sorry, Jeff. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.’

‘It’s all good.’

‘I won’t do it again.’

Jeff relaxes. ‘Thanks.’ 

He goes to the chat with all three of them. ‘Video games tonight at mine? Pete, you bring the snacks this time.’

‘Sounds good,’ Sloane messages back.

‘I’ll make my dip,’ Pete adds.

‘Perfect.’

Jeff opens the door for them and smiles, letting them in. He closes the door behind them. Jeff looks at Pete, who looks nervous. He gets on his toes and nudges noses with him before kissing him softly. Pete relaxes into it. “Missed you,” Jeff says. Then he kisses Sloane. “You too.”

“Ok, what are we playing first,” Sloane asks. 

“Halo,” Jeff suggests.

“Sure,” Pete smiles. 

They get the snacks ready first, pouring them into bowls. Jeff loads a chip with Pete’s spicy dip and eats it. 

They settle on the couch, Jeff snug between them. “Campaign or death match,” Pete asks.

“Death match. But maybe only a couple,” Jeff says. He’s missed his lovers. Pete inhales and releases the breath on a moan. 

“I,” Pete starts. 

Jeff leans in and kisses him deeply, bringing up his hand to touch the back of Pete’s head. Jeff licks into Pete’s mouth and the Alpha moans before reciprocating. Jeff pulls back and Pete leans forward, his mouth open. “Soon,” Jeff pants, tasting their combined arousal. Sloane rubs Jeff’s back and he sits comfortably again. Pete whimpers and Jeff hands him a controller. 

Pete tries to focus on the game, but he just wants to touch Jeff and Sloane. He can smell Sloane on the other side of Jeff, and Jeff is warm against his side. He manages to push it to the back of his mind and plays like his life depends on it. After two games where the lovers absolutely demolish the other teams, Jeff casually closes the game. Pete wants to jump him, but he’s still slightly nervous about making him uncomfortable. Jeff kisses Sloane deeply and Pete watches, getting hard. 

Jeff roves his hands over Sloane, gentle. Sloane is soon whimpering and squirming. He lets her mouth go and licks down her throat. Sloane bares it for him, and his mouth waters. He gently mouthes her skin, lips exploring leisurely. He can smell Pete’s arousal behind him, but he isn't touching him. Jeff reaches back and grabs Pete’s hand, leading it to Sloane’s thigh. She moans and grabs Jeff’s head, pulling it up and kissing him again as she pivots on the couch, spreading her legs. “God, I’ve missed you,” she gasps as she pulls away.

“I’ve missed you both,” Jeff murmurs. He returns to kissing Sloane’s skin, hard in his jeans. 

“Jeff,” Pete gasps. “I…can I…I want to,” he says, sounding off-balance.

Jeff pulls his mouth away from Sloane and looks at Pete. “What do you want, baby,” Jeff asks after a second. He’s aroused, but he hopes the answer isn't what he thinks it is.

“I want to suck you off.” Jeff moans quietly. “Can I, baby,” Pete asks, like the answer to that isn't obvious. 

“Fuck yeah,” Jeff says. 

Pete gets off the couch and onto his knees in front of Jeff, reaching for Jeff’s belt. He unbuckles it expertly and then pushes down his jeans. Pete leaves Jeff’s boxers on and leans forward, burying his nose into the fabric. Jeff moans and grabs his head, panting. Sloane kisses his jaw before licking it. Jeff trembles, whimpering. He lets go of Pete with one hand and reaches for Sloane, but she ducks under his reach and gets on her knees next to Pete. “Oh, fuck,” Jeff says. 

Pete mouthes at Jeff’s cock through his boxers, hard and eager. Sloane noses his jaw and Pete pulls back just enough to get Jeff’s underwear down. It’s been a long time since Pete’s done this, but he has experience. He shivers when Jeff’s cock comes into view, long and pale and slender. Jeff’s hand on him tenses and Pete leans in, licking from root to tip. Jeff moans. Pete licks his skin, mouthing gently. He wraps his fist around Jeff’s base and licks to his head. He takes a moment to admire his cock before he looks up at Jeff. Jeff’s already watching him. Pete smiles and takes his head in his mouth. Jeff releases a long breath on a moan. 

Pete keeps his eyes as he bobs his head, keeping his grip firm. Jeff’s thrusting his hips a little, probably subconsciously, and Pete doesn’t know if he’ll gag. Pete swallows Jeff’s cock a little more with each pass, and then he’s confident enough to let him go and grip his hips instead, swallowing him entirely. Pete likes having Jeff in his mouth- he’s never had to work around a knot sucking dick, but it’s a welcome challenge. He swallows once Jeff’s in and the Alpha moans. “Fuck, Pete,” he says. Pete swallows again, then swirls his tongue around Jeff’s knot. The man shouts, hands tightening. Pete hums, and Jeff pants, gripping his shoulders. 

Pete starts to bob his head again, and when he’s almost at the tip a third hand taps his jaw. He reluctantly lets Jeff slip free of his mouth, and Sloane positions herself in a way so that she’s on the other side of Jeff’s cock. She leans in, curling her tongue around the underside of Jeff’s head. “Fuck,” Jeff shouts. Pete pants and leans in, mouthing at Jeff’s cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jeff chants, one of his hands scrabbling at Pete’s shoulders. He grabs a fistful of his shirt and holds on. The other hand winds into Sloane’s hair and the woman purrs. 

Pete hums and licks down the side of Jeff’s cock, making his fellow Apha tremble and shake and swear. Pete’s tongue meets Sloane’s, and she hums and pulls him back to the tip. She leans in and kisses Pete around Jeff’s cock, making the man whimper. Pete noses against her and gently angles himself so that he can swallow Jeff again. Jeff whines. Pete lets Jeff go and starts to pay attention to his balls, which makes Jeff shudder. “Fuck, Pete ,” he gasps. Pete spends time there, and then Jeff gasps Sloane’s name. Pete looks, and she’s now swallowing Jeff. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” Jeff says. Pete nudges Sloane, and she pulls back. Pete braces his hands against Jeff’s hip, takes his head in his mouth, and sucks hard. Jeff groans and cums in his mouth. Pete swallows. He’s tasted it before, but only on Sloane’s tongue. It’s better from the source. 

Pete licks over Jeff, cleaning him up gently, until Jeff shudders. “F-fuck,” he says, gently pushing Pete’s shoulder. “T-too much.” Pete reluctantly pulls back. He stays on his knees for a second before he gets up and sits on the couch. He noses Jeff’s jaw, asking. Jeff answers with a kiss, tangling their tongues together. “Fuck, Pete, that was awesome,” he breathes.

“Haven’t done it in a while. I’m glad I was good,” Pete admits.

“Better than good, sweetheart.” Sloane climbs into Pete’s lap, and Jeff chuckles. “What’s the matter,” he teases, moving to Sloane. “Eager to have Pete fuck you?” He mouthes Sloane’s jaw.

“Yes,” Sloane says, nodding. She holds Jeff’s head close and Pete hums, undoing her shorts. They maneuver to get them and her panties off, and Pete undoes his own pants while she hovers above him. Pete gets a condom out of his pocket and puts it on. It’s barely on before Sloane sinks onto him, making him moan. 

Sloane starts to ride him, and Pete’s torn between watching his cock disappear into her cunt or her face. Jeff makes his mind up when he starts to kiss Sloane. Sloane whimpers, muffled. Pete groans and slides his hands up Sloane’s stomach, pushing her shirt up over his wrists. He slides his hands to her back, and Jeff’s fingers soon meet his, and they get her bra off. Then Jeff tugs Sloane’s shirt off and she eagerly takes off her bra. 

Sloane whimpers when Jeff closes his mouth around her nipple. He’s wicked with his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking, then using his teeth cleverly. She rides Pete faster and faster, needing an orgasm. Jeff starts playing with her other breast, tugging and rolling her nipple between his fingers, and she cums. Pete growls and grabs her hips, starting to fuck up into her. She moans and rocks on him. Jeff switches his attention to her other breast, and she grips his hair. She uses it to pull his head back and kisses him sloppily. He growls into her mouth and she moans. He wraps a hand around the base of her throat and she shudders as she lets him go. 

Jeff slides his fingers up the side of her throat and she whimpers. Pete is still fucking up into her, and the combination of sensations makes her cum again. Jeff pants and noses to her ear. “Come on, baby, one more,” he pants into it. “Come on, baby, I can smell you want to. Can smell that Pete can fuck you more. Baby, come on,” he encourages, a growl threaded through his words. She shudders and obeys. “Attagirl, good girl,” Jeff says, his voice deepening. “Fuck, can’t wait to lick all that up, baby, can’t wait to get my tongue in that hot little snatch.” Sloane moans. She didn’t expect Jeff to be a talker, but it’s getting her hot. “Good girl, such a good fucking girl,” he growls. Pete slams up a few more times, then he cums. Jeff pants, and Sloane hums as she sits completely, shuddering. Pete had used a non-knotting condom, but she still wants him inside her. 

Pete’s catching his breath. “Why didn’t you talk before, Jeff,” he asks, still panting.

Jeff looks down. “Yeah, sorry, that must be weird. I won’t do it again.” Jeff’s mouth got away from him- he always has to rein it in with partners, none of them have liked it. 

“No, that was fucking hot,” Pete says, touching his shoulder.

“Really,” Jeff asks, shocked. 

“Really,” Sloane says, kissing behind his ear. Jeff shudders. Pete pulls Jeff into his mouth, and they kiss. Sloane leans in and mouthes the back of Jeff’s neck. The Alpha shudders again and pulls back. His eyes are dark.

“So you want me to tell you everything I want to do to you both,” he asks, voice deep. Sloane chirps and nods. Pete nods just as eagerly. “Good,” he smirks. Jeff nudges noses with Sloane, and she leans her forehead against his, waiting. “Because I’ve been thinking a lot. I want to lick you open, Sloane, want to hear you fucking beg for my knot. Want to have Pete watch us, want you to get so fucking desperate you cry. Want to make you cum on my tongue until you’re slurring, until the only words we can understand are ‘please’ and ‘Jeff’ and ‘Pete,’” Jeff growls. “Want to be fucking drenched in your scent, until finally I can’t take it anymore and need to get my cock into that sweet cunt. Want to have you tremble and shake, want you to not be able to hold yourself back as you cum again and again on my cock.” 

Jeff inhales deeply, smelling three aroused scents climbing higher. “Want to fuck you hard until I finally slam home and knot you,” he says, panting. “Want to have Pete fuck you after,” he slurs. “Want him to feel both of us in you, want to have my cum ease his way,” he pants. “Want him to fill you, too. Want to lick it all out of you, want to have us all tasting so fucking right on my tongue.”

“Fuck,” Pete chokes out, leaning in. He kisses Jeff, a little uncoordinated. Sloane whimpers and grips Jeff’s hair. 

“Fuck, want that,” Sloane admits. She hasn’t taken Pete bare yet. 

Jeff moans and Pete licks his jaw. Jeff’s hard again, and Sloane shudders as she lifts herself off of Pete. 

“Bed,” Jeff growls. 

“Yeah,” the other two agree. They get up, Sloane and Pete a little shaky, and make their way to Jeff’s room. Jeff hums when they get in, gently crowding Sloane against the wall. He picks her up and she eagerly wraps around him, kissing him deeply. She can feel Jeff’s length between her thighs, and wants him inside her. He lays her on his bed and licks her skin, and she reaches for a condom. They have to really talk about that, not in the heat of the moment. Jeff chuckles when she gets one. 

“Not yet,” Jeff says casually, tasting her skin. She can feel his words. “Gotta get my tongue inside you first.” She shudders. “Can I, baby?”

“Yes, yes, Jeff,” Sloane whimpers. 

“Good girl.” Jeff slinks down her body and settles between her legs. He hums and licks her inner thighs. She spreads her knees for him and he moans. “Good fucking girl.” 

Jeff trails his tongue to her hole and presses in. She arches her hips to meet him. Normally, he’d start slowly but he’s hard and leaking. So he fucks her with his tongue and she screams. Sloane scrabbles for purchase on him, grabbing the back of his collar. She presses into his mouth. Jeff moans and pushes closer, moving up and sucking her clit. He presses two fingers into her and she cums. Jeff laps it up. 

Pete grabs his hair and pulls, and Jeff follows it. Pete kisses him. Sloane pushes up Jeff’s shirt and he barely breaks from Pete to take it off. Then they work on his pants. Jeff’s soon kicking his underwear off and putting on the condom. He braces himself over Sloane, staring down at her. Pete strokes his head and Jeff whines. Pete rumbles and noses his cheek. “I think she’s ready, babe. Don’t you,” Pete teases. Sloane flips them using the element of surprise, then sinks onto his length. Jeff howls, gripping her hips. 

“Fucking finally,” Sloane says, panting and bracing her hands on Jeff’s chest. She gets her knees under her. 

“Fuck, Sloane,” Jeff chokes out, but all English leaves him when she rides him. All he can do is rumble and growl. Pete reaches down with one hand and runs his fingers through Jeff’s hair and touches Sloane’s jaw with the other, directing her into his mouth. She’s panting too much for it to be a real kiss, but Jeff thinks it’s hot nonetheless. Jeff grips her hips and sits up, kissing her throat. Sloane whines and he grunts, moving with her. He grabs her thigh and rolls them, panting as he takes over. Sloane drags her nails down his back and he grunts, staring into her eyes. They’re glazed and she’s whimpering. Pete leans down and kisses her, sliding a hand down her body. Sloane throws her head back and Jeff nudges Pete’s head aside so he can see. Pete is rubbing Sloane’s clit, and she arches and cums with a sob. Jeff swears and thrusts a few times before he follows, groaning. He lowers himself onto Sloane, his arms jelly. Jeff turns his head, panting into her throat. Sloane is shaking, her legs still around his hips and her ankles locked. She hums and Jeff looks over his shoulder- Pete is gently coaxing them to lie flat. Then Pete comes next to them, stretching out. He’s hard and Jeff hums, reaching a shaking hand out. Pete ignores it and wraps a hand around himself. 

“Pete, you don’t have to d’that,” Jeff slurs, fucked-out. Sloane hums and kisses his shoulder, lips gentle. 

“Fuck, you don’t know how hot that was,” Pete groans, jerking off. “Fuck, could watch you two fuck every day for the rest of my life and be happy.” Jeff shudders, laying down and watching Pete. He’s sore, and is enjoying this. Sloane is watching him, too, humming. 

“Yeah, babe,” Sloane asks. “You wouldn’t want to join in,” she teases. It’s made much less effective when she yawns. Pete grunts and fucks his fist. He cums a handful of strokes later. He pants, coming down. Jeff hums and barely lifts his head enough to look at Sloane. 

“You or me, baby,” Jeff asks. 

Sloane reaches and pulls Pete’s hand between them, making Pete whine. Jeff gets the picture and uses his tongue to clean Pete up, Sloane helping out. He sucks Pete’s thumb into his mouth and Pete whimpers. Jeff pulls back and Pete leans in, nosing his temple. 

Jeff gathers every ounce of willpower and manages to pull out of Sloane, tiredly tossing the condom into the trash without getting up. Thankfully, his aim is true. Pete pulls his head around and kisses him, deeply and gently. Sloane purrs and then Pete pulls back. He kisses her, too, cupping her face. Jeff watches, tired and happy. Sloane hums and pulls Jeff closer, getting on her side and facing him. Jeff smiles and follows her lead, pressing against her. Pete crowds close, kissing the back of her shoulder. They settle in, getting comfortable. It’s amazing, really, how easy it is with them. 

#alpha beta omega dynamics #a/b/o dynamics #baseball rpf #baseball imagine #new york mets imagine #pete alonso/jeff mcneil #pete alonso imagine #jeff mcneil imagine #my fics

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Making the Best of it Chapter 11

Fandom: Baseball RPF

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

Summary: Talking more, then not.

Wordcount: 1910

AO3 Link

They get together at Pete’s apartment for video games. They play HALO for a bit, but after a few death matches with random people, they get bored. 

“What else do you like,” Sloane asks as Jeff closes out the game.

“Don’t make fun of me,” Jeff says.

“Never, hon.”

“Minecraft.”

“I do too,” Sloane grins widely.

“I’ll watch,” Pete shrugs. “I’m not really interested in it for myself, so one of you will have to bring it next time,” he admits.

“Ok, what do you like about it,” Jeff asks.

“Fighting and exploration.”

“Perfect, I like resource gathering and building. I normally play on peaceful,” he admits. “With you playing with me, I feel like I would like playing easy or medium more.”

Sloane smiles and grabs her phone, making a note to remind her to bring her copy to Pete’s. Jeff stifles a yawn. Not surprising- they’ve been together for hours, and it’s nearly ten at night.

“Stay the night,” Pete says gently, laying a hand at the base of Jeff’s nape. 

“Mmm. You sure,” Jeff asks quietly, leaning into the warm touch. 

“I’m sure,” Pete replies, rubbing his thumb along Jeff’s skin. The man rumbles quietly. Pete smiles and does it again. 

“I’ll have to borrow some pants,” Jeff points out.

“Fine by me. I like it when you smell like me.”

Jeff smiles, his eyes closed. “Me too. I like when we all smell like each other,” he admits, opening them. 

“Me three,” Sloane says, kissing his cheek gently. Pete gently presses, and Jeff follows the guiding hand. They reach Pete’s bedroom and Sloane goes into her drawer, getting pajamas. Jeff and Pete change, too. 

“You should bring some clothes over,” Pete says as he turns down the sheets.

“Yeah,” Jeff asks. “That, uh, doesn’t seem a little…fast?”

“Jeff, we already said we want you to be equal,” Sloane says, settling into Pete’s bed. Jeff pauses before he gets in. She coaxes him until his cheek is against her shoulder and his nose is in her throat. She pets his hair. “But if that feels fast to you, we can wait.”

“No, I want to,” Jeff admits quietly. “I just,” he pauses.

“You just what, baby,” Pete asks gently. 

Jeff braces himself. “I just don’t want you to change your minds.”

“Jeff,” Sloane sighs. “Look. Just because this all started because Pete had a good dream, that doesn’t mean it’s based on a whim. We like you. A lot. And we’ll get used to that, the three of us. So we won’t change our minds.”

“Yeah,” Pete agrees, leaning over and kissing Jeff’s temple. “We want you, Jeff,” he says, lips dragging against Jeff’s skin. 

Jeff settles, mumbling something incomprehensible. He smiles and tangles his legs with Sloane’s. Pete turns off his bedside light and curls around Sloane, his hand resting on Jeff’s wrist from where it’s holding Sloane. They drop off to sleep.

Jeff wakes up warm and comfortable. He lifts his head, slightly groggy. He knows he’s not in his bed- he can smell two other scents- but it takes his brain a second. He looks at Sloane and Pete, smiling. Pete has his face mashed into the pillow, snoring quietly. Sloane hums and curls into Jeff, warming him. He strokes her side and she makes a happy little sound, pressing her face into his throat. Sloane brushes her nose against his scent gland and pulls back slightly. Jeff’s heart sinks but she opens her eyes, rubbing one with her hand. “Hey,” she smiles at him. She leans forward and kisses his cheek. 

“Hey,” Jeff says warmly, soothed. Sloane didn’t pull back because she didn’t like his scent- she was just waking up. She adjusts so she’s laying half on top of him, her cheek on his chest. Jeff lays back, stroking her arm gently. She hums in pleasure, relaxing.

“Can I ask you a question,” Sloane asks.

“Shoot.”

Sloane rubs his stomach gently. “You didn’t react much to having my face in your throat. You ok?”

“Yeah,” Jeff nods. “I didn’t want to wake you anyway, but just,” he pauses, trying to figure out how to phrase this. “When I was a kid,” he starts. “Everyone actually thought I’d be a Beta,” he admits. “I wasn’t as dominant as some, not as submissive as others. I was just…neutral. I could go up or down, depending on the situation, but I was pretty baseline.” His fingers pause on her skin as he remembers. “My dad was pissed. He’s an Alpha, and wanted an Alpha son. He would,” he swallows. “He would almost treat me roughly, put his hand around my neck and throat, like he was trying to shove some Alpha into me.”

“Jeff,” Sloane gasps.

“I wasn’t nuts about it, but it, like, desensitized me. When I finally presented, my dad was so proud,” he remembers. “But because of the way he touched my throat so much, I didn’t react much when I got into Alpha wrestling matches. The other Alphas would wrap a hand around my throat, and I wouldn’t bite or growl or snarl. I wouldn’t go limp, either, I would just…keep being baseline.”

“Sorry, babe,” Pete mumbles, and Jeff looks over to see him looking at him, concerned.

“Don’t be.”

“You didn’t deserve that,” Sloane whispers. 

“It’s whatever,” Jeff says, uncomfortable. He sighs and picks up his arm. “You guys hungry? I’ll cook breakfast.” He gets out of bed without waiting for an answer. He goes to Pete’s kitchen and breathes deeply a few times, hands braced on the counter and head bowed. A hand strokes his lower back and he startles. He looks, and Sloane is there. She looks sad. “I don’t need pity,” Jeff shrugs, folding his arms.

“It’s not pity, sweetheart,” Sloane says, curling her hands around his forearms. “I’m upset that that happened to you.”

“I got tested later, I just have less heberone than most Alphas,” Jeff shrugs. 

“That’s not a bad thing at all,” Pete says, coming into the kitchen. “We like you just like this.” Jeff shrugs and looks away.

“Hey,” Sloane says gently. “Look at me.” He does. “You’re not any less of an Alpha,” she says. His shoulders drop and he exhales. 

“But-”

“No buts,” Pete gently cuts him off, nosing his temple. “You’re just as much of an Alpha as I am.”

“But I want this, I want you , what if-”

“I want you, too,” Pete points out. “I’m still an Alpha.”

Jeff nods and lets the others’ presence soothe him. “Thank you,” he whispers. He hadn’t ever told anyone about any of that. Now they know, and they just accept it. They just accept him . 

He turns his head and nudges noses with Pete, opening his arms and letting Sloane step into him. Pete rumbles and kisses him gently. Jeff relaxes as he kisses back. Sloane rubs his upper arms, up and down. Jeff pulls away from Pete and kisses Sloane. Sloane kisses him, hand sliding up his arm and into his hair. Jeff moans quietly. He runs his nose down Sloane’s jaw, getting a little hard. Pete rumbles and mouths behind his ear, making him shudder. 

“Come back to bed,” Sloane moans. She tugs and the men follow her, Jeff putting his hand on Pete’s head. Jeff crawls onto the bed following Sloane, and Pete gets on with him. Pete nibbles on his earlobe and Jeff moans quietly again. 

Jeff kisses Sloane, and she whines into his mouth and he sucks on her tongue. Pete blankets him, mouthing at the back of his neck. Pete’s hard. Jeff snaps his head up. “Pete,” he says.

“What,” Pete mutters, pressing against him and licking his nape. He circles his hips.

“Fuck, yellow,” he says. Pete immediately pulls back and Sloane sits up. 

“What’s wrong, baby,” Sloane asks, not touching him. 

Jeff struggles to put it into words. “Pete was hard.”

“Yeah,” Pete asks. “You two were kissing. I just want to make you feel good,” he says, and his hand lands on his upper back like he’s going to push him down. Jeff nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Red!”

Pete pulls his hand back immediately. Jeff pants, getting off the bed. He stares at Pete, who looks confused. “Babe, talk to me,” Pete says. 

“I don’t want you to fuck me.”

“Ok. I wasn’t planning on it.”

“You were hard against me, I just,” Jeff trails off, his arms folded. 

“You know we’re not doing anything that we don’t all agree to, don’t you,” Sloane asks. Jeff nods, looking away. “Baby, look at me.” He pulls his eyes back. “It’s ok, Jeff. We’ll talk about it before that happens.”

“It’s not going to happen,” Jeff snaps. “Ever.”

“Ok,” Pete shrugs. 

“I’m not gonna be pinned down and fucked like some,” he swallows the last word. ‘Bitch’ is what he wants to say. Pete is looking like he doesn’t care.

“Ok, ok,” Sloane says. “Baby, it’s ok. If you don’t want-”

“Of course I don’t want to! I’m a fucking Alpha !”

“So,” Pete shrugs. Jeff bares his teeth at him as Sloane elbows him sharply. She knee-walks towards Jeff, sitting on her heels as she looks at him. 

“We know you’re an Alpha,” she says gently. Jeff snorts.

“Alphas don’t do that,” Jeff sneers.

“Ok. Thank you for letting us know you were uncomfortable,” Sloane says. Jeff nods, looking away again. “Let’s watch Lethal Weapon.”

“Don’t want to.”

"Ok. Video games," Pete offers.

"Nope." Jeff clenches his fists and then releases them. "I'm gonna head out."

"Jeff," Sloane says quietly.

"See ya," Jeff says, leaving the bedroom. They hear the front door open and close sharply, but not quite slammed. They stare at the bedroom door.

“What did I do,” Pete asks quietly. “I didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable.”

“I know you didn’t, sweetheart,” Sloane says, turning to face him. 

“I,” Pete starts, then pauses. “I wasn’t even planning on,” he trails off.

“I know you wouldn’t unless we talk about it first.”

Pete nods, still looking at the door. Sloane puts gentle fingertips at his jaw and pulls his face around. “He seemed scared of me,” he says, hurt.

“He’s not scared. Nervous about what he thought, maybe.”

Pete sighs. "I'm just glad we have some time off."

“Jeff will work this out.”

“Should I text him,” he asks.

“No. He needs some space.” Sloane pauses, thinking of how to phrase this. “He has some hang-ups. From how he acted, from his words, he thinks it’s a bad thing for any Alpha to bottom.”

“It’s not. It’s not bad or-or-or shameful,” Pete starts. 

“I know, baby. But think about it. Have you ever considered bottoming for someone?”

“No.”

“Alphas are conditioned to always act strong, every second of every day. Society has come a long way, but some people still think Alphas should only be with Omegas or Betas. Never another Alpha, and male ones certainly shouldn’t be together.” Pete nods, scowling. Sloane reaches out and rubs her thumb between his eyebrows, making him relax. “Those people are bigoted idiots.”

“Jeff seemed so good with us.”

“And he will be again. He just needs time and space.”

Jeff gets home, still on edge. Normally, he’d jerk off but he’s too annoyed. How could Pete ever think that he’d want to get fucked? He’s an Alpha . Alphas don’t do that. He flops onto the couch and glares at the ceiling. 

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I wish it were realistically viable to be one of those public free use whores like you see in hentai fanart like I wanna be in a wall in some alleyway with just my cunt and ass sticking out so anyone who passes by can stick their dick in me and fill me full of cum

#ideas

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Been sharing a room with a friend for the last month. So hard to not touch myself during that time, getting so wet at night, needing my fingers at night to fill me.

I try so hard to be quiet, using my hand to muffle the pants and the moans as I rub my clit, trying to make myself cum so I can sleep. After the first week they probably got sick of me, hearing my wines, seeing my blanket shake as I tried to make myself cum. Hearing the loud wines when I failed must have made them so hard, so frustrated. If only I was quick, if I was quiet - maybe he could have lived with it I was.

Could have ignored the gasps and went to sleep. He was sick of it, hearing me whine like a bitch in heat every single night. He could have lived with it, until I woke him up whining and crying trying to muffle the noises after another failed orgasm. I wouldn’t even hear him get out of bed, too busy trying to keep myself quiet as I tried again. Must have been my third time trying to cum by then. Wouldn’t notice him until I felt the covers lifting off of me, freezing as I felt him slide in next to me, feeling his cock press against my ass and try to slide its way through my thighs. “God, stay quiet for once” he would groan, sliding his cock into my cunt.

“I’ll fuck the heat out of you, I promise” he would moan pressing me into my bed, fucking me fast and hard. Letting out all the frustration of the past weeks where I left him hard and aching. I wouldn’t even get the chance to object with him shoving my face into the bed, suffocating me in the process. After that he would fuck me every night, making sure the only tears I would spill were the ones from me cumming on his cock.

#ideas

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anyways I just want to say if you're a trans woman suffering from erectile dysfunction 1) talk to your doctor about it cuz plenty of trans women have some viagra type of thing they use 2) get a strap, like legit some of the most fun I've ever had in sex has been topping with a strap, it's a different experience but it's great 3) if topping doesn't actually matter to you, then don't even worry about it, there are tons of toys to use, or go ham on oral or fingers there's a million ways to have sex allow yourself a chance to experiment and adapt 4) most of all don't let anyone make you feel like shit cuz of your body.

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Making the Best of it Chapter 10

Fandom: Baseball RPF

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

Summary: The aftermath

Word count: 2006

AO3 Link

The next practice day, Sloane has to reassure both Pete and Jeff through their secure messaging app. 

‘They’ll know immediately,’ Jeff worries. ‘They always know when I picked someone up the night before.’

‘I don’t want them to know. I’m not ashamed of it, but just…it’s hard to explain,’ Pete adds.

‘Boys. Calm down,’ Sloane soothes. ‘Look, they probably only know when you pick someone up because you go drinking together and see you break off. And you probably smell like it when you see them, right?’

‘Right,’ Jeff admits.

‘Look. In my experience, as long as you don’t openly say ‘hey I fucked someone last night,’ people tend to not notice,’ Sloane says. ‘They’re way too involved in their own heads to notice when someone’s got a secret. Just a word of advice.’

‘Anything,’ Pete messages, desperate to hear some.

‘Act normal around each other. Don’t avoid each other.’

‘But they’ll know,’ Jeff messages. 

‘Hon. Re-read what I wrote. If you avoid each other, they /will/ think something’s up. Not that you two had sex, but that you’re arguing. And they /will/ try to pry out why to fix it for team-building.’

‘Why are you so smart,’ Pete complains.

‘Because I’m removed from the situation. Look, I’m nervous too. The absolute last thing I want is to get smeared by the media. But as long as you two are comfortable around each other and don’t like, openly make out in the dugout, people won’t notice,’ Sloane teases.

‘Ok,’ Pete messages, slightly soothed. ‘I feel better.’

‘Me too,’ Jeff admits. 

‘Me three. Ok. Talk later, boys.’

‘Bye.’

‘Bye.’

Jeff and Pete arrive separately to practice and do their best to not look like they had had sex with Pete’s girlfriend at the same time a few nights ago. They greet their teammates and do the drills, take batting practice and ground and fly balls, and slowly relax. 

At a break, Jeff and Pete join Canha, Vogelbach, and Nimmo as they drink water and chat. 

“Ok, spill,” Nimmo tells Jeff. Jeff looks at him quizzically. “You seem happy. Who is it?”

“What,” he tries not to yelp. “No one. Nothing.”

“Uh-huh,” Canha says. “Come on, we’re your friends,” he throws an arm around Jeff’s shoulders and pulls him into his side. He lowers his face to Jeff’s neck and scents him. “You must have scrubbed off their scent,” he muses as he straightens. 

Jeff huffs and shrugs him off of him. “Look, it’s nothing.”

“C’mon Pete, get him to tell us,” Vogelbach says. 

“It was just…a good dream,” Jeff hedges. 

“Yeah? About who,” Nimmo asks, curious but not overly suspicious.

“No one in particular, I guess. Just someone…exactly my type.”

“Nice,” Vogelbach nods. “Those are always good ones.”

The conversation turns to the others’ relationships, and Jeff exhales. He tries not to look at Pete. The break is over soon after that and they return to practice. 

After practice, Pete messages Jeff. ‘My place for a beer?’

‘Sure,’ Jeff messages back. ‘With Sloane?’

‘Yes,’ Pete says. 

Sloane is at Pete's apartment when they get there. “How was it,” Sloane asks from the couch. 

“It was alright,” Jeff says, tense. “They sensed something was up with me, I said I had a good dream.”

“Come here,” Sloane invites, and Jeff does. He sits next to her and Sloane scoots closer, running her hands over his shoulders. “God, don’t you guys have a masseuse or something?”

“I never take them up on it,” he admits. 

“On your belly,” Sloane taps the couch. Jeff lies down without complaint and Sloane gets on his hips. She rubs his back gently, but soon gives him a solid massage, working out his knots. 

Jeff is soon humming and melting into the cushions. Sloane chuckles and gets off of him. Jeff stays still for a moment. Pete nudges his arm with a cool bottle of beer. The man huffs but sits up, taking the bottle and moving over so they can sit on either side of him. He relaxes, head going back against the couch. 

Pete turns on the TV and they sit in silence, enjoying each others’ company. The marathon they’re watching soon ends and Jeff pauses, unsure. It’s later in the day, maybe they want him to leave. He stands and they look at him. “I’m gonna head out,” he says, hesitant. 

“Jeff,” Pete says. “We’re not forcing you out.”

Jeff relaxes. “Ok.”

Sloane takes control of the remote and opens a streaming service. “Let’s pick a show,” she offers. “We’ll watch it when we’re all together.”

All together . Jeff likes the sound of that. He sits between them again. Pete puts his arm around him and Sloane keeps searching. “Ok, Jeff, what do you like,” she asks.

“Action.”

“Lights, camera,” Sloane looks at him, a teasing smile on her lips.

“Sure,” he laughs.

“Ok, I’ve been meaning to watch the Lethal Weapon TV show, I haven’t heard anything about it. Which could mean it’s complete shit,” she admits.

“Sometimes it’s fun to make fun of those,” Pete points out, leaning back. Jeff pauses but leans back with him. He pauses again but then leans his head on Pete’s shoulder. Pete strokes his hair in response. Sloane starts the show and keeps the remote near her, curling into Jeff's side. Jeff puts his left arm around her. They watch the first episode. 

“Ok, verdict,” Sloane announces when the credits roll. “Out of five.”

“I thought it was like a four,” Pete starts them off.

“Three,” Jeff admits.

“Yeah, three. Now, is it a good three, like ‘I kinda liked it and hope it gets better’ three, or is it a bad three like ‘I don’t really care about it,’” Sloane asks, putting her chin on Jeff’s chest and looking up at him. 

“Good three,” Jeff smiles.

“Ok, then next episode,” she shrugs. Jeff looks at her. 

“Hey, you didn’t say which three it was for you,” Jeff says.

“More of a bad three. I’ll give it two more episodes, then we’ll reassess,” she says.

“Three episodes is generally what we give a new show to see if we want to continue,” Pete informs Jeff. He removes his arm and Jeff leans forward to let him. Pete stands and Jeff watches him. He heads to the bedroom and Jeff wants to know what he’s doing. But Sloane sits up, leaving him cold. He’s about to ask her what she’s doing when she lays her head in his lap. He smiles and strokes her hair. 

Pete comes back and smiles gently at them before he retakes his position. 

“Hey, uh,” Jeff says. Sloane looks up at him. “Before we start the next episode,” he continues. Sloane immediately pauses the episode and sits up, looking at him. “I wanted to…talk.”

“About,” Pete prods.

“Just…expectations, I guess,” Jeff shrugs, looking away from them. 

“Ok,” Sloane says, smoothing a hand down Jeff’s arm. “Let’s talk, then.”

“I mean, I know you guys are together and that’s fine, but where do I fit in this,” Jeff asks. “Like, am I just like a third wheel that you have sex with, or am I like more of a boyfriend to you or to Pete,” Jeff looks between the two. 

“First off, you are not a third wheel,” Pete says. Jeff relaxes, exhaling in relief. “And I know Sloane and I talked a bit before you joined us, but talking about it more won’t hurt.”

“Boundaries are important,” Sloane nods. “That’s why we use the stoplight system. But some things are more complicated than red, yellow, or green.” She pauses, thinking. “So I guess the question is: where do you want to fit in this, Jeff?”

Jeff thinks, fiddling with his hands. He looks at his lap- he doesn’t want to look at them as he asks this. “I wanna be equal.”

“Ok,” Pete says. Jeff looks up, surprised. “Jeff, we wouldn’t have invited you to join us and make you feel lesser, somehow.”

“You’re an equal partner in this, Jeff. With equal stakes,” Sloane tells him. 

Jeff smiles. This is more than he’d thought. “So am I like, officially a boyfriend or partner or whatever?”

Sloane laughs lightly. “Ordinarily, I’d say to let us take you on a few dates first, but that’s not really an option, is it?”

“I wish it was,” Pete admits quietly. 

“But the answer to the question is ‘yes,’ Jeff,” Sloane says. “You’re our boyfriend. And we have to decide what that really means.”

“I have to research multiple partner relationships, I guess,” Jeff admits. “I’m sure you two have,” he looks between them. They nod. “I don’t know how they usually go.”

“There’s no ‘usual’,” Pete says. “There’s no path that most of them take, and that honestly scares the shit out of me. At least it did before we asked you.”

“But it’s also comforting,” Jeff admits. “Like, there’s no ‘wrong’ way to do it, it depends on the three of us.”

“True,” Sloane smiles. 

“And uh,” Jeff's face warms. “Here’s a question. After our…first time…when you left, Sloane, Pete was like,” he starts. “Kissing my neck. So is that…ok? For two of us to be together when the third isn't?”

“It is to me,” Sloane nods.

“Me, too,” Pete adds. 

“Me three,” Jeff completes the joke that he guesses is an inside one now. He checks his watch. “Ok, we’ll have to put Lethal Weapon on hold- I really do want to go. Research a bit, figure out what else I want.”

“Ok, babe,” Pete says. The endearment still thrills Jeff. 

“Drive safe, hon. Text us when you get home,” Sloane says. Jeff smiles and leans in. He kisses first Sloane and then Pete, the kisses sweet and chaste. He leaves the apartment with a smile on his face. 

“That was a necessary conversation,” Sloane says, switching away from Lethal Weapon. “I’m glad we had it.”

“Me too.”

“Boundaries are for more than sex, and I’m glad Jeff knows that.”

“I feel shitty that he thought he was a third wheel,” Pete admits. 

“I wonder if that’s normal for when you join an already-established relationship,” Sloane muses. “I mean, we’d been having sex before Jeff joined, and I bet he felt awkward as fuck. You saw the way he thought you were gonna hit him before we really explained what we wanted,” Sloane says. Pete winces and she smooths a hand down his arm. “I’m not saying it was warranted. But Jeff’s never been in that situation.”

“I just can’t believe that he’d actually thought I was gonna hurt him,” Pete admits, voice soft and pained. 

“Put yourself in his shoes,” Sloane says, getting in his lap. “You admit to having sexual thoughts about your best friend’s girlfriend. Said best friend didn’t talk to you for two weeks. Then, suddenly, he’s back and acting like everything’s fine. Then, he and his girlfriend- who you know he knows you find attractive- ask him to ‘join’ you without any advance notice.” Pete nods. 

“He was confused.”

“Probably. And then, he has a threesome with you and his girlfriend. Now, I know from his comfort that he’s probably had sex with guys before, but most likely never an Alpha. Without talking to him, this is just a thought, but maybe he was thinking it was a one-time thing. Might have still thought about it when I left, but you kissing his neck probably assured him it wasn’t. That it was going to be a lasting thing.” Pete nods. 

“I don’t want him to feel that way.”

“I don’t either. And that conversation was the first step. We’re gonna have to have more,” she says. “And most of them will probably be uncomfortable. But they’re necessary.”

“Yeah.”

Their phones ping and Pete checks his. It’s Jeff, letting them know he’s home. Sloane gets her phone and sends him the blowing kiss emoji. ‘I’m glad we talked,’ she adds. 

‘Me too,’ Jeff says.

‘Me three,’ Pete completes. 

They all smile like doofuses down at their phones. 

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What You'd Do to Me Tonight

Fandom: Original work

Pairing: Cerberus/female reader

Tags: Cerberus, monster fucking, knotting

Notes: I originally wanted this to be an OC, but reader insert seemed hotter. You can see the beginning as either noncon or consensual noncon, whichever you choose.

Wordcount: 1658

Rating: Explicit

18+ only

Based on this.

You shiver in the large bedroom. You look at the empty fireplace, but there’s no wood in it and you don't know how to light a fire anyway. You’re a princess, not a servant. But princesses can get in more trouble- like the kind you’re in now, kidnapped from your home by a monster. 

Said monster comes in, and you shudder. It’s a huge black dog with three heads and you gulp. The cerberus smiles with all of its mouths. 

“My, my, my,” the cerberus growls. You’d been forcefully given some potion by a servant once you were in the castle, so you can understand it. “How pretty you are.”

“Let me go,” you demand, even though your voice shakes. 

“No, Y/N,” the cerberus says casually. It starts to approach you and you backpedal. It bounds forward and gets behind you. You freeze. It starts to circle you. “Not until I’ve had my fun.”

“The prince will rescue me,” you announce.

“I doubt that. I killed him.” This time, another head speaks.

You jerk. The cerberus laughs, a horrible grating sound. The cerberus leans forward and inhales near your skin and you flinch.

“I am Demetrius,” the final head speaks. “You should know that.”

“Why,” you ask, shaking.

“Because you will scream my name.” With that, the cerberus takes its massive paw and pushes you onto the bed. You try to get out of it, but a warning growl makes you freeze. The cerberus- Demetrius- climbs in after you and straddles you. It rips down the center of your body with one paw, and your clothes fall into useless halves. You try to cover yourself, but Demetrius pins your arms down. You squirm under its bulk and it laughs again. It lowers one of its heads and inhales near your neck. “You smell good,” it growls. 

“Unhand me!”

“No, pet. You will sit still like a good girl, or else you won’t like what I do.”

“What are you-”

Demetrius backs up and you try to bolt. But its outer heads take your arms in its jaws and you freeze, not wanting its teeth to puncture your skin. It lowers its middle head and licks your face. You try to get away from its tongue, move your head away, but Demetrius just keeps licking. It makes a rumbling sound, not a growl, deep in its chest. “I am going to let go, and you are going to stay still.”

Demetrius releases you from its jaws and you try to get out of the bed again. Demetrius pins you down again, this time with a single paw. Demetrius growls and puts its head back, howling. 

Servants come in with ropes and you thrash under Demetrius’ grip. But your wrists are taken and tied to the posts. Demetrius lets you go and you squirm. The servants leave. Demetrius straddles you again. “Someday, you will listen.”

“Let me go!”

Demetrius ignores you and licks your face again. This time, all of its heads are able to join in tasting your skin- the outer heads lick your arms. Demetrius walks backwards, licking down your body. You jerk when it starts to slobber on your breasts. The middle head goes back to your face and the outer ones work on both breasts. You try to squirm away, but it starts to feel good. The middle head shoves its tongue into your mouth and you can’t even bite- the tongue is so huge that your teeth can’t close. 

“You taste good,” the left head says. Then it goes back to licking. You squirm, trying to get away from the unwanted pleasure. You feel your pussy start to dampen and the middle head takes its tongue out of your throat and sniffs the air. “There you are,” it says. 

All three heads start to lick further down your body. It gets between your thighs and the outer heads lick your inner thighs. You bite your lip to prevent a moan from slipping out. The middle head looks up at you before delicately licking your slit. You jerk with a sob. It licks along your lips for a while, until you are tingling. You can’t help your body’s reaction- your legs spread. The middle head laughs as your face burns. “Look at you,” it says. “Spreading your legs for me. You want to be my pretty little toy. You want to feel me inside you.”

“No,” you sob.

It shoves its tongue in. You scream. It starts to lick desperately and you, again, can’t control yourself. You start to fuck yourself on its tongue. The left head laughs because the middle is preoccupied. “Yeah, that’s it, Y/N.”

You can feel Demetrius’ drool soaking you and tell yourself that’s why you’re dripping. But your own wetness is helping. You feel an orgasm building and sob. Then Demetrius pulls back, its tongues disappearing. You look down and whimper. Demetrius just looks at you and grins. 

“Ask nicely.”

You whimper. You hold out for a few seconds before you give up. “Please, Demetrius,” you beg.

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum.”

“Attagirl.”

Demetrius surges forward and licks into you again. This time, you moan. You’re not getting out of this, so what’s the point of fighting? Especially when it feels so good. Your hips hitch into its tongue. “Demetrius, Demetrius, Demetrius,” you chant. You twist your wrists and hold onto the ropes. Anything to ground yourself as you fuck yourself on its tongue. 

“Cum for me,” it snarls. You obey with a scream. Demetrius doesn’t let up. It keeps licking you and you sob, hips moving. It licks you into two more orgasms before it pulls back. It licks its lips and you lazily look down. You gulp. You can see a red cock between Demetrius’ legs, its end tapered. You want that in your mouth. 

“Are you going to be good,” Demetrius asks.

“Yes.”

“Good enough for me to untie you?’

“Yes.”

Demetrius howls again and servants come in and untie you. You reach up and stroke down its sides. Its fur is thick and silky and Demetrius groans. “I wanna taste you,” you admit.

Demetrius laughs. “Yes, pet.”

You get on your hands and knees and crawl towards that cock. You lick your lips before you close your mouth around the head. You don't get a chance to enjoy the taste before Demetrius shoves its cock down your throat. You gag but that doesn’t deter it. It fucks your throat and you can’t help but get wetter. You slide one hand to between your legs and start to fuck yourself. You’re sopping and you whimper around the cock in your mouth as you shove three fingers into yourself, fast and hard. You’re drooling around Demetrius’ cock and Demetrius starts to snarl. Without warning, Demetrius slams forward and you feel warmth down your throat. You pull back to taste its cum, gulping it down. You cum hard. You hang your head and pant. 

“Yeah, good girl,” Demetrius pants. You lift your head and are shocked when it’s still hard. Demetrius yanks you out from under itself. You scramble to keep up and turn your back to it. You rest yourself on your forearms and lift your ass up high. “Good girl,” Demetrius croons. “Gonna take my cock like a good little bitch.”

You shudder at the crude words, feeling yourself get even wetter. Demetrius leans forward and shoves its tongue into you again, this time from behind. You can feel a wet nose against your ass, and whimper as it fucks you with its tongue. You know that it’s tasting your orgasm and you shake. Demetrius makes you cum on its tongue again and then pulls back. It walks forward and you shudder. You can feel its cock dragging between your thighs and spread your legs slightly. Demetrius shoves into you and you scream. It’s not gentle. It fucks your pussy even harder than it fucked your throat, and you didn’t think that was possible. 

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” you chant. “Demetrius!”

“Take it, take it, take it,” it snarls and doesn’t pause.

“Yeah, yeah,” you pant. “Yeah, fuck your bitch.”

Demetrius snarls again and angles slightly, now pounding your g-spot mercilessly. You cum again with a scream. Demetrius doesn’t change angle, and you cum three more times before you feel its strokes start to shorten. Demetrius shoves in one final time and you’re flooded. You whimper as its hips move minutely. It lies down, and you’re pressed between the bed and Demetrius’ bulk. You turn your face to the side so you can pant. Demetrius chuckles after it gets its breath back. “You’re mine now, Princess. You are going to be bent over and fucked whenever I want.”

“Your little bitch,” you moan. “Want it, Demetrius.”

“What do you want?”

“Want your cock and tongue in my cunt, want to suck you off,” you slur, cum-drunk. “Want to be fucked at every opportunity. Want to ride you, fuck your cock into myself.”

“Good girl. Such a good little bitch.” Demetrius licks your skin lazily. “Gonna fuck you in all of your holes, gonna make you scream,” another head says so it can keep tasting you. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan, rocking back against it as best as you can. Demetrius lazily rolls its hips, stuffing its knot deeper. You never want it out of you. “God, yes. Wanna have you fill me over and over, wanna dig your cum out of my hole to eat,” you sob. Demetrius growls and tries to fuck you harder, but the knot makes it impossible. All it can do is rock its hips, forcing you deeper into the mattress. You come again. 

Demetrius settles and licks your skin. “Sleep, pet.”

You close your eyes and start to slip into sleep. You think that you’re relieved that the prince didn’t save you. You’re looking forward to being a bitch.

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