motherfuckingsonsilove:

i dont know how to draw man tiddies or shirtless people in general so i only have his sprites sorry!! 😦

i saved the sprites from here!

malleksuggestions:

You’re a rarity in the land you dwell in- something that is not to be proud of. But Mallek will not allow it to interfere in your life. Any attempt from a troll in harming you will surely result in their live being turned into a living hell.

His tall, looming frame by your side is more than enough to keep away any possible love interests or attackers. Sometimes he likes to carry you around in his arms, not only as an act of love but also as a strength showoff move.

Ever since you met him, you’ve kept his iconic Scorist hoodie. Not only it gives you blissful thoughts of him while you wear it, it’s also warm and comfortable, and the fact that it’s so oversized for your body is kinda appealing. Nothing says “I love you” more than wearing the same clothes as your lover.

And anyone who takes a glance at your exposed sking will soon take notice of the numerous hickeys on your skin. It does intimidate them, since the sharp teeth marks on them reflect the guy who left them there. And if anything bad happens…won’t be too long before they sink into somebody else’s flesh- and not in a romantic way.

malleksuggestions:

You’re both immersed in the desperate, heated ecstasy of each other’s touch, Mallek’s tongue sopping wet inside your own mouth, his hands giving your shirt hasty tugs as if in an attempt to rip them out. Vivid cerulean eyes light up your vision once in a while as he takes breaths between his sloppy kisses and stares deep inside your eyes. God, did that give you the shivers. In a good way, though.

When suddenly, his thumb slides down your trousers, slowly pulling it down, and immediately you get conscious of where this is going- and the thought of this situation escalating, as pleasant as it may seem, it feels pretty unnerving since you have no idea of what to expect. A nervous whimper comes out of your mouth in surprise. At that exact moment, Mallek stops in his tracks and interrupts the kiss. Worried, he asks you if everything is okay. You answer with a yes, and he brings his hands to himself. Did he somehow understand that as an expression of pain? Were his claws poking too hard at your skin? His movements, too fast? His face quickly changes from a sly grin to an awkward expression of concern.

Nope, this was not what you were trying to get to. He’s now gazing at you, as if he accidentally did something wrong and is waiting for a punishment. You try to make him feel less weird, saying that you just didn’t want to get down and dirty with him. Your lover understands you completely, and doesn’t try to pressure you into doing it. Maybe the way you tried bringing it to a halt was a bit too harsh. But in the end, he does feel better knowing that he didn’t hurt you in any way, and his face returns to his usual toothy smirk. He rolls over to a side of the bed, to where you eagerly follow. Both of you embrace each other as you slowly drift off to a peaceful slumber.

malleksuggestions:

That would be an interesting experience!

Your bathtub, despite being quite large comparing to you, becomes quite small when both of you enter it, letting the warm, scented water immerse you in bliss. He gets inside first, his huge form pushing out some water from the tub. A contented sigh comes out of him as his body relaxes from the temperature. The dim light from one of the candles in the bathroom reflects nicely off his wet, bare skin and piercings. Slowly, you lower yourself on top of him, using his torso as a cushion of sorts. Mallek’s hand creeps up your stomach and pulls you down to lay on his chest. A calm purr is emitted from his throat, his tail wagging lightly in the water, producing small splashes. He really seems to be enjoying himself. You decide to let yourself go as well, feet lightly kicking the water and your head resting near his shoulder. His claws draw little circles on your skin, and the atmosphere around the two of you eventually make you sleepy, and you drift off to a warm, quick nap in your lover’s arms.

malleksuggestions:

After such a delightful kiss on your soft, warm lips…he’d like to feel the rest of your body, too! 

Dazed from your scent and touch, Mallek’s hands would grab your torso, pulling you closer to his face. His mouth settles on your shoulder and his teeth sink lightly into your skin. You feel his slick tongue occasionally give the spot a few licks, before finally letting go of you and only leaving a bit of cobalt drool behind. 

Suddenly you hear a quiet sigh, dangerously close to your ear. You feel his mouth close on your earlobe, carefully giving it affectionate little bites. It makes you shiver. Sensing your tension, Mallek purrs. God, you love when he does that. 

Soon he stops his biting tease and moves down to your sweet spot- your neck. Man, knowing how you melt under any ministration delivered to it, he makes sure to perform a good job. With plenty of licks, kisses and bites, it doesn’t take too long for him to manage to make you succumb to his care.

malleksuggestions:

Oh, man. You’d just throw yourself on top of his couch and immerse yourself in scent heaven.

Once he was gone…you’d pull his hood over your head and allow his divine musk to flood your nose. It’s potent, strangely minty and sweaty. It lingers inside your nose and refreshes your air ducts. It makes you feel like you’re in a trance. Your mind is slowly filled with thoughts of him, and you lose touch of your surroundings. Your perception of time and space is limited to the warm and fluffy texture of his hoodie’s lining and the miraculous aroma wafting from inside it. Your eyes are closed. You shove your head inside the piece of clothing and take a deep breath- the overwhelming ecstasy nearly makes you faint. You’re dazed by your lover’s wonderful scent.

malleksuggestions:

…cold, that’s all I can say!

They’re both much chiller than you. Not only in personality, but in bodily rems, too. You’re like a heater for both of your lovers- sandwiched conveniently between them, while laying on top of Galekh. HUGE, muscular arms bring yoy close to your indigo partner, while Mallek lazily lays on top of both of you. Your surroundings are comfortable since it doesn’t feel like a huge pile of hot bodies stacked on top of one another. What a bunch of dorks. Big, blue and lovable dorks.

malleksuggestions:

He seems to be very interested in your blood temperature…and what a more convenient place to feel it than your neck? It’s got it all. Warmth, the soothing pulse from your veins…the smooth and sensitive skin he loves to put his lips on.

However he’d be up for something a bit more…out of the ordinary, today. The sensation of his teeth pressing hard against your skin feels nice to both you and him, but the thought of taking it to the next level excites him a lot. You shudder at the thought of what he is planning to do to you- since most of the hints he had dropped to you were creepily vague. He reassures you, before explaining what he wishes to perform on your poor neck. Hearing it brings a strong shiver along your spine. This way of warming your lover up…is pretty much vampiric. But it’s him who is doing it, so it gives off a sense of safety, somehow. But fuck, man. He’s going to give you a hickey- rainbow drinker-style!

Strange! He’s not even a rainbow drinker. But you get the picture. He’s going to bite you and suck your sweet, sweet (and hot) blood. God. It sounds neat to you, but what if it hurts? Will you get ill from the blood loss? If it all happens to end up being a huge failure, will you even survive? You discard all of this paranoid bullshit from your mind. Mallek’s your lover! He surely knows what he’s doing. At the worst possible outcome, he will manage to make sure you end up alive. Plus, his affectionate licks and begging eyes are too much for you to handle. At this point, you’d be glad to neck-feed him. Oh, my. “neck feed”. This sounded silly.

You pull the collar of your hoodie down, exposing your bare neck, rich and veiny, for Mallek to sink his sharp fangs in. He starts by sucking and lapping at the perfect spot for his “meal”. You whimper softly. A hand comes to your cheek and caresses it, in an attempt to reassure you. It certainly does make you feel better, but the tension and anticipation of the actual bite still terrifies you. He hisses a bit to try to distract you from the pain. It just makes it sound more animalistic, of all things. Uugh.

And out of nowhere…you begin to feel pointy tips pressing hard into your skin, with an initial acute, stinging pain that soon was dissipated by the coldness of his mouth as he pierces it. Surprisingly enough…they didn’t hurt too much. Damn, his canines truly are sharp. If they were any more blunt they’d hurt like a motherfucker. You feel the area of the bite become hot and your lover’s licks beginning to become more frequent. A sigh comes from his mouth as he swallows the first streams of the constantly-leaking crimson fluid. Is he liking the taste? If he is…it’s, uh, not creepy at all! He’s a carnivore, right? Liking blood is something that he just gotta do. However you don’t just sigh and moan while chomping away at a cheeseburger, no matter how much you like them. That’s something that only freaks do. But hey, Mallek IS a freak at this point. Just look at him.

You end up distracting yourself from the feeling of his lips latching onto your red-smeared skin and sucking at the scars he gave you, coaxing a thicker gush from your neck right into his mouth . It drains you of your blood way more than just letting it drip freely. He gulps down the rich “drink” hungrily and eagerly. Boy, he’s enjoying himself a bit too much. You’re not dizzy yet, but you don’t doubt you’ll soon be if he doesn’t stop his eager bloody feast, his breathing becoming heavier by the second. His tongue licks away at the wound, as if trying to savour every drop that comes from you.

When you start thinking you’ll both stay there until Mallek sucks you dry, he pulls away from your neck, and wipes any remaining fluids from you with his sleeve. You turn your head to face him. He’s got a delighted look on his face, cheeks flushed a light cobalt and his lips stained red from what he just did to your poor flesh, a little trickle of blood and drool coming from a corner of his mouth. The hickey left near your nape is complete with all of the dents left from your lover’s fangs- two big ones on top, plus the other two in the bottom complement the look. It feels pretty warm to the touch, and at this point it no longer hurts, save for the occasional throb. It’s a mark you’re proud to leave exposed, so everyone knows who owns you.

As a possible apology for any distress caused by his feeding, he kisses you on the lips, his bloodied tongue sliding smoothly into your slightly agape mouth. It is surprisingly warm at this point- and as it wriggles inside, it tastes metallic and weird. Is he beginning to bring you into something new?…