#Alexis Mac Allister blurb

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helloo :) are you open to writing about ale mac? in my head cannon he is a great kisser (loook at his lips), so im imagining like, make out sesh with him and reader is getting too excited, but he’s like “no, go slower” 🥵 just soo thorough, like the kissing is the main event

he played so well during the game so you couldn't help but drag him over to the sofa when you got home and push him down before settling yourself in his lap. you press your lips against his moaning as he grips your waist and pulls you further into him. you're already worked up from watching him play and so you start grinding against him and licking into his mouth. he pulls away and looks at you softly, telling you to let him take control and slow it down. you nod your head at him and your breath catches as he cups your face and brings you closer to him. his mouth moves slowly against yours, his tongue caressing yours gently, giving you both time to feel each other out. you're practically whining into his mouth, falling in love with him even more as he takes the time to appreciate you.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

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player: Alexis Mac Allister words: 727 request: Alexis Mac Allister - no pref - 250 - 500 - Hi Amy! Could I request going to a Christmas market with Lexi? Maybe she’s shocked that he’s never been to one even though he’s been in England a few years now and decides she must change that immediately! And he’s just all cute wondering around and looking at all the things and being amazed by it all. Thank you!

“I still can’t believe that you’ve never been to a Christmas market.” she says excitedly as she continues to navigate him through the crowd. 

“I just…never had the time or need to go, I guess.” Alexis replies, before taking a drink.

Stalls are as far as the eye can see with as many bodies crammed into this space as possible, making it feel like there's a football match present. Thankfully, no-one has noticed Alexis while the two of them have been walking around but there is still time for this to change. They both have a hot drink and a warm pretzel in their hands for now, though it’s not the first belly filler that they’ve sampled. Lexi had wanted to eat before heading out, something which she’d laughed off and assured him that he wouldn’t want to eat first. 

“You really have no idea what it’s like there, do you? Trust me, you’re going to want to sample everything when you get there.”

Armed with cash and cards, they’d set out by following their noses. Full roasted hogs are splayed out for the taking, large Bratwursts are smothered in onions and sauces and chestnuts are being roasted. Some stalls have endless beer and mulled cider and wine while others have endless cups of hot chocolate with lashings of cream and selections of flavouring syrups. 

Some stalls are offering Christmas treats like gingerbread cakes, gingerbread houses and people, nutella twist wreaths, and panettone is begging to be boxed up and taken home to be devoured. Tubs of brandy butter and cream are laid out with small pots for tasters. Poinsettias are freshly potted and wrapped up in big red bows, showing off their beautiful bright red leaves. 

Other stalls boast stocking fillers or small gifts. Some are wooden, others are handcrafted. There are candles and wax melts which smell absolutely divine and a small fortune may have been parted with as Alexis had looked at a different stall, in order to slip more than a few into her bag with the intention of melting a few tonight. 

She takes another bite of her pretzel and savours the warm, fluffy cinnamon sugary goodness that melts over her tongue, only for it to be washed down by some drink as soon as she’s swallowed the first mouthful. As she swallows, she looks up at her boyfriend who can’t seem to make up his mind where he wants to look next. So far, he’s behaved like a kid, excitedly pulling away from his parent figure to look at every stall and point to things far bigger than him such as inflatable winter decorations.

“Well,” she begins, “despite not having a need to come here, how are you finding your first Christmas market?” She wants to turn to look at him, walk backwards and face him while continuing to eat but she doesn’t want to risk walking into anyone and making a scene. And so she has to make do with looking up at him from beside him as she tries to keep up with his strides. 

“I’m enjoying it. More than I thought I would,” he says and finishes up his snack quickly and discards the napkin in the nearest trash can. He doesn’t immediately turn back to her, and instead, finds himself immersed in the stall that the bin is next to. He longs to pick them up and look at them properly, but the months of COVID routine has meant that he’s got used to looking with eyes and not with hands unless he wants to buy. 

They’ve already had to go back to the car and leave bags there because they were struggling to carry it all, but seeing his happiness at walking around and just being able to take everything in was making it all worthwhile. 

“Would you come again? Or could I tempt you to a real Christmas market next year, in say…Germany?”

“As opposed to this fake one?” He asks sarcastically and takes a drink of his drink. 

“This one is good when you don’t want to travel, but really, you want to go there.”

“First Winter Wonderland, then this and now Germany? You have big plans, my little one.”

“And you’re going to love it.” She replies, linking her fingers with his and smiles as he lifts their joined hands to his lips.