#yuanwu

JIYAN:

SFW

Would notice how you've been staring at his back a lot and ask if you needed something from him or if you wanted to tell him something important

He gets a little surprised by how you immediately just told him that you wanted to touch his tacet mark and would ask you why, but he would let you touch it anyways

Probably the most sensitive one out of every other WUWA man since his is literally on his back

He would blush so hard that his ears would go red if you kept touching his mark for more than 20 seconds

When you first touched his mark he would feel a little uncomfortable and tell you when you need to stop so that he doesn't get too uneasy

But after a few more times he enjoys your touch way too much and often times would ask you for a hug so that he could feel your hands touch his back again

NSFW

When hes pounding himself into you, sometimes you would purposely brush your hand on his back to where his tacet mark is so that he would falter in his movements just for a bit, so that you can catch your breath

Sometimes you forget his tacet mark is on his back, so when your hands are clinging onto him you would accidentally lightly scratch him just a bit to where his tacet mark lines would be, which he surprisingly took well

He might be slightly masochistic (at least you awakened that part of him)

Of course doing it too harshly would hurt like shit, but when you brush your nails against it, he gets shivers

In conclusion, this man loves it when you touch his back

MORTEFI:

SFW

Would straight up ask you why you keep staring at his chest

He'd look at you with wide eyes when you tell him that you wanted to feel his tacet mark that was on his right chest, but agree almost too quickly because he believes your reason would be because you wanted to "experiment" something

Most likely you're the first person to ever touch him like that

Gets shivers when your fingers lightly brush against him, then tells you that its alright to just completely put your hand over it

When you do put your hand over his chest though, you can feel his heartbeat pounding real fast

You try to ignore the blush on his face, but it was way too obvious

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You like to lick his chest, especially his tacet mark just to see the way he reacts

His attempts to hide his tiny grunts is super cute to you

He would say things like "Ok, that's enough" but he wouldn't push you away, leaving room for the idea of teasing him that he enjoys the feeling of your warm mouth against his tacet mark

Likes it when you nibble on it a bit, or use some teeth to lightly scrape his skin

The way your mouth would travel to his neck, collarbones, nipples, abs, literally everywhere but his tacet mark would drive him crazy

You'd make sure to leave a bite mark right over his tacet mark, that way he would have to cover up his chest in a bit more effort to prevent anyone else from seeing it (cause we all know him showing off his chest is a SLUT MOVE)

CALCHARO:

SFW

We all know this tough guy is actually super obedient and literally just a baby

Which explains why he loves forehead kisses A LOT

Literally praise him for doing anything and he'd ask for a forehead kiss on top of your compliments, and you'd happily oblige

You asked him if he ever face palms himself when hes disappointed and he just stares at you with furrowed eyebrows in confusion, wondering why you would ask him that

The first time you touched his tacet mark was when you asked him if you could touch his hair, and he would be fine with it since he was aware of how much you love his hair and how jealous you were by how beautiful it was

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Because he loves your touch on his tacet mark, he very much prefers to go down on you than fuck your hole all the time

He does this because he likes how your hands scurry around to grab his head and push him away when you are getting overstimulated

Everytime you finish you would pat his head and that would get him riled up

When he does pound you, he would place his forehead against yours and stare deeply into your eyes while youre crying out on how big he is

He also really loves burying his face in between your chest and rubbing his tacet mark on it to feel your heartbeats

Calcharo is basically a big beast that you tamed

AALTO:

SFW

You actually didn't ask him if you could touch his tacet mark, he just so happened to have something on his shoulder that you helped brush off, and your hand accidentally brushed against his tacet mark

He reacted by flinching a little. When you asked if he was alright he just said that he was fine. You couldn't really tell if he was fine or not since he had his glasses on.

But you can see his ears turning red, so you knew you just turned a switch on for him, but you still haven't figured out that it was because you touched his tacet mark

You slowly notice more things on Aalto's shoulder, on the exact same spot. Sometimes you try to ignore it but Aalto would make you want to brush it off somehow by asking things like "Is there anything on me?" or "You've been staring at my shoulder for a while, y'know?"

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Loves it when you give him hickeys, he really enjoys it when you suck on his tacet mark the most, cause that's when his sensitivity heightens up a lot

You know exactly how much pressure to give him when you playfully bite him on his tacet mark, especially if you wanted to get him hard and going

He lowkey wants you to choke him while he fucks you, the pressure of his tacet mark pushing into the nerves of his flesh makes his vision cloudly and his pupils grow

When you're too fucked out to choke him, he would forcefully grab the back of your head and push it against his neck to make you lick and suck it while his cock is molding its shape into you

He does not hold back

YUANWU:

SFW

Yuanwu is a patient man, so you don't hesitate in asking him if you could touch his tacet mark that was right on his neck

Of course, he sees no reason to disagree. But for some reason when you touch him, he freezes and it takes you a minute before he clears his throat and apologizes for suddenly not responding

You weren't dumb enough to realise that touching his tacet mark made him feel something, so sometimes, you would get cozy with him and wrap your arm around his neck

The action would have him tipping his hat to cover his face, remaining silent the entire time you go chattering about how you want to go have some tea with him at his boxing gym

Sure, Yuanwu is a patient man, but his patience does run thin

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He'd actually keep your hands away from his neck while he's fucking your brains out

This is all cause you knew that touching his tacet mark would get him hard, and you decided to do it on a public area

Since you did it on purpose you have to face the consequences and wait until he's done fucking all your senses out of your body

When you two are finally done, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his tacet mark, since you two were in private he doesn't mind you getting intimate with his mark

You didn't expect this, but sometimes you would be able to pull a noise or two from his mouth

Something you really like doing to him is having his back on your chest while you're fucking your hand on his cock, then planting kisses on his tacet mark, leaving him groaning your name

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REQUEST:

may i request yet another werewolf!yuanwu fic, this time just a wholesome fluff fic of grooming that old man's fur during full moon and pampering him with like. raw meats and whatevs. i personally cant see werewolf!yuanwu going out on hunts out of fear of being discovered + some personal reasons which i cannot think of. yet he still needs to satiate that innate need for fresh kills and meats and all. anyways, moving on from that little tangent of mine, tldr i just would like to request a fluff fic of like. cartoon trope of Spa Day Filler Episode™™ but It's At Home and You're Pampering Your Werewolf Husband on A Full Moon Night

(So some time ago I published "the answer" to the wrong message and because of that I had to delete this request... Am I mad at myself? Yes. But I copied it exactly in advance)

Am I proud of that? Nah, but I like you and I promised to write it so I wanted to finally publish it. But tbh, the werewolf transformations that I've always liked are the ones like Jacob's from Twilight. Like when human turns into a whole wolf. More cute, more fluffy, more aesthetically pleasing. A half-human, half-wolf that you probably have on mind... not really feeling it... and I always ran away from it, sorry still thx for the req! Have a good day

As you approached your cabin, you heard groans. Terrifying hisses and cries for help. Sounds that only a thick forest surrounding you could possibly muffle from unauthorized ears.

You tried to open a door. First one lock, then another and finally a third, blocking a temporary chain. Just in case... Little safety precaution.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and, inspired by a temporary burst of courage, pushed the wooden door open.

Yet you couldn't prepare yourself for this impact.

Suddenly, you were crushed in your boyfriend's strong embrace. Whimpers of longing replaced by squeals of excessive joy playfully teased your eardrums. You felt touches on your face that were dangerously similar to overly wet licks. Even you couldn't brace yourself for such welcome, despite years of experience.

-Okay, okay, that's enough

You raised your hands, trying to gently push werewolf away. However, it had little effect. Your boyfriend couldn't control his strength and currently had limited contact with world. He understood little except for a few simple commands. And maybe food... Yes, just the smell of cut meat made him wag his tail.

-Yuanwu! -you finally shouted.

Werewolf looked at you with a hurt and wounded look.

Were you angry at him? But why? You couldn't! You shouldn't. He supposed to be a good boy... He is a good boy!

-Sit- you said firmly.

And he, defeated, fell to his knees and then sat down on lower legs with hands neatly placed on his thighs and head bowed low. He was upset. Really, really upset. He didn't like it when you were mad. When you were dissatisfied with him. And especially when you raised your voice.

You blocked his path with one leg and then looked out the door again. You reached for a package you had left outside earlier and quickly slipped it inside.

You were afraid Yuanwu might run away. Which he would later regret very much. He would rather not be on front page of newspapers next day. With a big picture of a predatory beast tearing apart some old lady's chicken coop. Journalists would certainly not spare exaggerated adjectives to describe the incident in headlines. Surprisingly however, he didn't even try to move. He was probably struggling with remorse. You grimaced. Maybe you were a little too harsh. But he asked you for it... You scratched Yuanwu behind his floppy ear and slowly began to take off your outer clothes.

-Shall we eat something?

You ask, trying to mimic the excited voice that Yuanwu automatically reciprocates. He jumps up and down and shakes from side to side.

It's a difficult time. At first, you couldn't cope yourself. The way Yuanwu could drift away because of his wolf instinct. The way he became absent. It wasn't normal or exactly comfortable. You felt foolish approaching him like that. In any other situation, you would have considered it inappropriate. Almost disrespectful. You wouldn't treat another person this way. But Yuanwu was not a human, he was a werewolf undergoing a transformation. And despite this dehumanization, in the glow of a moon, you could still find your beloved. Feelings still chimed in his eyes. Deep down, he was trying to convey something to you, to communicate with you. But he simply couldn't. His wolf came out to a front and took control, trying to satisfy its lower-level needs first.

But everything will be fine once he eats something. It worked almost the same as with ordinary people. After all, hungry person is an angry person.

You pulled hunted boar out of a bag. It had already been skinned. You didn't want to sentence Yuanwu to this unpleasant sight. He was already tormented by the fact that his instincts told him to take the lives of "innocent creatures." And you wanted to limit the mess as much as possible. You already knew that after this whole incident, you would have to thoroughly scrub rotten planks of burgundy blood stains.

You pushed the raw meat towards a werewolf and he immediately pounced on it. Began to bite into it, tugging at it, scattering it to the sides and loudly munching at the same time. Seeing him satiate himself, you checked one item off your list. You could push yourself off the floor and went to an annex in order to soak a rag and additionally fill a bowl with clean water.

Yuanwu was only trying to satisfy his needs. His hunting instinct. Horrific scenes that were unfolding in your living room could not compare to the satisfaction of a real hunt. Adrenaline rush that comes with chasing your prey. Excitement when you get close to it. Temptation when at the last moment it slips from your claws on a sharp turn. And total satisfaction when you finally sink your fangs into it.

But Yuanwu was afraid. He was afraid of being caught. He was ashamed of what he became during the full moon. And he didn't want anyone to see him like that. Except you, he trusted you. But you had to work hard to earn that trust.

You wanted to help Yuanwu. You were a forester and in addition a skilled hunter. You were used to shooting. It was also more humanitarian. Plus you knew which animal you should take the life of at any given moment. When their population began to exceed safe numbers, when they began to pose a threat to people. Breaking through their fences, devouring their gardens and attacking in fear. You were also aware of their breeding season, thus preventing harm to youngest.

When Yuanwu was done, you moved with him to the mattress near a fireplace. Gently laid his head on your lap and slowly cleaned corners of his mouth with a damp cloth.

-I'm sorry

His quiet, hoarse voice barely reached your ears. He opened his eyelids with difficulty and looked at you timidly. His pupils slowly began to narrow and return to normal. And the intense yellow glow of his irises faded into a oblivion.

-I didn't mean to

-I know, baby

-But it's stronger than me

-I know

There was no reproach in your voice. Only concern and boundless love.

-When it takes control of me, I don't know what's happening. It's a curse...

You just nodded with understanding, letting him rant about everything that was on his mind.

Once his face was clean, you turned your attention to his hands. First, you soaked used fabric in a bowl and wrung it out, removing blood. Then, with gentle movements, you brushed from his shoulders to his hands, paying special attention to his fingers. Areas around his nails were in the worst condition. Yuanwu squirmed slightly, trying to avoid the treatment. He whimpered quietly, not convinced to the rough rubbing of material. You tried to calm his nerves with melodic humming. And when you were both finally done, you placed a short kiss on his lips.

-Would you like some water?

-Yes, please

You softly squeezed his head, slid out from under his weight and moved Yuanwu to a nearby pillow. Werewolf whimpered softly at your absence. But he immediately scolded himself for it. He had already caused you so much trouble...

Less than a minute later you returned with a glass. You helped your boyfriend up and he quickly emptied the entire contents of a glass.

-One more?

Embarassed, he shook his head firmly.

-How about brushing?

This time, Yuanwu nodded vigorously in agreement, which was followed by loud thumping of a wagging tail against a floor.

When man realized what had just happened he whined, disappointed in his own behavior.

-Don't be shy

You held out your hand in an inviting gesture and Yuanwu hesitantly moved towards it. He snuggled up to you gently and kissed you lightly on inner side of your palm. That was the only way he could show his gratitude to you now.

He stepped forward, his hair swaying behind him. Among the shadows, he spotted you huddled against a tree, knees pulled tightly to your chest. Trembling but defiant, your tear-streaked face was illuminated briefly by the moonlight.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Jiyan said calmly, crouching down to your level. His voice was gentle but firm, like the steady winds before a storm. “This forest is dangerous.”

You flinched but didn’t look up. “I had nowhere else to go,” you murmured.

Jiyan studied you carefully. Your clothes were neat but wrinkled, as if they had been packed hastily. Your hollow, tired eyes spoke volumes—a weight far heavier than anyone your age should bear.

“I can tell,” he said softly, sitting down beside you. “You’ve run from something.”

You hesitated, then nodded. “My mom,” you whispered. “She wants me to be perfect. Good grades, sports, everything. But... I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Jiyan’s gaze softened. “I understand,” he said. “Once, I thought I had to be someone I wasn’t, too. A healer, just like my family wanted. But there comes a time when you have to decide for yourself who you want to be.”

You looked at him for the first time, searching his face for any sign of judgment. Instead, you found quiet resolve and empathy.

“You’re safe here,” Jiyan assured you. “Stay with us tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll figure out what comes next.”

As the night deepened, Jiyan called forth the Qingloong, its ethereal form circling above to guard the camp. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of safety, a storm’s eye amidst the chaos of your life.

Mortefi adjusted his pristine gloves, a frown tugging at his lips. The quiet knock at his workshop door had been an unwelcome interruption. He wasn’t expecting visitors, least of all at this hour.

When he opened the door, the sight before him made him pause. You stood there, disheveled and out of breath, clutching a small bag like it was the only thing tethering you to the world.

“Who sent you?” Mortefi asked sharply, though his tone softened when he noticed your trembling hands.

“No one,” you said, your voice barely audible. “I just... I didn’t know where else to go.”

Mortefi’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t accustomed to unannounced visitors, much less ones who looked like they were on the verge of breaking. He stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter.

“Sit,” he said curtly, clearing a space amidst the neatly arranged tools and schematics. He watched as you hesitated, then sank into the chair, your movements stiff with exhaustion.

“Now,” Mortefi said, crossing his arms, “explain.”

The words spilled out in a rush. “My mom. She wants me to be perfect. I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Mortefi’s gaze sharpened. He saw himself in your words—years of suffocating under expectations, of being shaped into something he wasn’t. He knelt down, his fiery hair catching the light.

“You’re not a tool to be used,” he said firmly. “You’re a person, and you deserve to decide who that person is.”

You stared at him, surprised by the warmth beneath his stern exterior. “But... what if I don’t know who I am?”

Mortefi’s lips quirked in a rare, gentle smile. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

He stood, extending a hand. “Come. I’ve just finished a prototype for a toy dragon. Perhaps it’ll help clear your mind.”

For the first time in days, you smiled—a small, fragile thing, but genuine. And as Mortefi guided you into his world of invention and fire, you began to feel the faint stirrings of hope.

The gym was empty, save for the soft hum of the overhead lights. Yuanwu wiped his hands on a towel, preparing to lock up for the night when he heard the faint creak of the door.

“Hello?” he called, his voice calm but firm.

You stepped inside, drenched from the rain, your bag slung over one shoulder. Your eyes were downcast, but Yuanwu could see the exhaustion etched into your features.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Yuanwu set the towel down, his kind eyes taking in your soaked clothes and trembling frame. “Come in,” he said gently. “You look like you need a warm drink.”

He guided you to a chair near the corner of the gym, where the scent of freshly brewed tea lingered. Handing you a steaming cup, he sat down across from you.

“Take your time,” he said, his voice soothing. “You’re safe here.”

You sipped the tea, your hands shaking slightly. Finally, you spoke. “I ran away. My mom... she expects me to be perfect. I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Yuanwu nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Perfection is a heavy burden,” he said. “It’s not something anyone should have to carry alone.”

You looked up at him, surprised by his understanding. “What if I don’t know who I’m supposed to be?”

Yuanwu smiled, the faint lines around his eyes softening. “That’s the beauty of it,” he said. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. What matters is that you keep searching.”

He stood, gesturing to the training mats. “Whenever you’re ready, we can start with a lesson. Martial arts isn’t just about strength—it’s about finding balance, both in the body and the mind.”

You hesitated, then nodded. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of hope, like the first rays of dawn breaking through a storm. And under Yuanwu’s patient guidance, you began to believe that maybe, just maybe, you could find yourself again.