now, wonwoo, for my synaesthesia, is two colours: lavender and dark grey.
they're gentle colours, soft colours, colours of calm and peace and beauty. they're colours of relaxation, of acceptance of one's life, of finally learning to love the world you live in.
wonwoo is the type of lavender that's soft like cotton dresses, like flowers weaved through hair, like crystal balls that are cool to touch. he's a sweet-smelling lavender, a fascinating colour of lavender, a gentle touch of lavender.
and yet he's also dark grey that's soft like untouchable clouds, like a sky hanging low with rain and still, you feel calm because this is a rain that you had long been waiting for. he's grey like rumbling chuckles, like doves that ruffle their feathers and coo happily at your touch. wonwoo is a grey that's a fuzzy, rumbly comfortable, gentle and dim and mysterious and sweet.
wonwoo is lavender and dark grey, a calming combination, soft and elusive all at once. he's lavender like purple satin, grey like misty rain.
wonwoo is not tingling with warmth, but he is gentle and worn with peace.
warnings: none afaik but always let me know if there’s anything i missed
fluff, 1121 words, dad!wonwoo x parent!reader
You wiggle in bed as you sit up against the headboard and sigh. You just can’t sleep tonight. There’s an itchy feeling in your mind, one that can only be relieved by strawberry ice cream.
Tip-toeing out of bed, you’re careful not to wake your husband as you make your way to the hallway and then the kitchen. You open the freezer door with cautious anticipation, but your face still falls when you find it empty of any sort of ice cream.
Maybe you should just give up and try to sleep. Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough before.
Gently pushing the door, you sigh once more and let momentum shut the freezer. You tug your robe tighter and prepare to return to bed, only to jump back when you see your sleepy husband standing next to you.
He rubs his eyes and yawns before mumbling, “What are you doing up, love?”
Wonwoo had always had a thing for your boobs, even before you had gotten together. He mentioned often how much he loved them and everything about them, so much to the point that he almost worshipped them. You didn’t mind though, you actually quite liked it.
“God I could play with your boobs all day” he breathed, his fingers delicately running over your nipples and creating friction. You sucked in a breath as he repeated the motion a few times, letting your nipples harden from the sensations. He only smirked once your back began to arch off the mattress, leaning into his touch even more.
He moved his mouth down to hover over your right nipple, his breath fanning over the sensitive bud, only grinning more when you whined in anticipation of what was to come. He finally gave in, knowing he wanted it just as much as you did, and placed his lips over your nipple, sucking on it lightly. Just from the small touch, your hands were in his soft hair and your whines were loud, anyone in nearby apartments more than likely knowing what you were up to.
Wonwoo continued to suck on your nipple while bringing his hand up to the left nipple and pinching the bud between his fingers. Your whines only increased in pitch at his sudden move, his eyes flitting up towards yours to see how fucked out you had become from just having him suck on your nipples.
“You look so good like this baby” he rasped, lifting himself off your nipple so he could simply pinch and roll both between his thumb and forefinger, relishing in how you arched your back and your eyes screwed shut. Seeing how you had become in a mere matter of minutes, made his own pants seemingly tighter than before.
He once more leaned down towards your breasts, hovering over the swell of them before letting his teeth sink in softly to the flesh, and wrapping his lips around the bite mark and sucking. He was sure to leave marks since he loved marking your breasts up just as much as he did playing with them.
“Wonwoo...I need more” you whispered, his eyes once more meeting yours before he smirked at you, removing his pants and yours before hovering over you once more, lips becoming reattached to your nipples. He pulled off quickly with a pop, leaning in towards your face.
“Oh, you’ll get more baby, don’t you worry about that” he murmured against your skin, before letting his teeth sink into your flesh once again and slipping his cock inside of you.
You could not remember why it was that you started hating Jeon Wonwoo. Maybe it was the smug, cool look he always had on his face. Maybe it was that no matter what you did, he never got worked up.
Or maybe it was the way he insisted that he was better at every video game in existence than you were.
You could admit he was good. You could be the bigger person. But he never failed to rub every single win in your face. He did it subtly. It was all these snide little comments and smug grin that you wanted to slap right off of his stupid, pretty face. Maybe you could have liked him if he wasn’t such a dick to you, but he had started this and you weren’t going to back down.
All of your friends thought the rivalry was funny. You had no clue what they found so amusing about it but they did. Giggling at every other comment you made to each other. Tonight was no exception. And it seemed that no matter the game or that fact that there were no stakes the two of you were competitive as usual.
Then again, Mario Kart often brought out the worst in people.
“Wonwoo, can you pass me a pencil?” You asked as you searched you bag. He sighed and dug one out of his, grumbling.
“Why don’t you just bring your own?”
“I always forget,” you pouted. “And I know you’ll give me one.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t, you might not be so annoying.”
You huffed and opened you mouth to retort, but he shushed you as the lecture started.
You took notes for the first little while but quickly got bored and found yourself irked by Wonwoo’s words. You weren’t annoying, you were lovable and forgetful. But hey, if he wanted annoying.
Note: I wonder if you remember when we were throwing this scenario back and forth, Rocket?
You had to give him credit; for all of his coolness and intensity on stage, Wonwoo really did have his softer moments. Being in your little cottage with him always brought out that softness. He had been up very early that morning to tend to his garden. He took so much care pulling out weeds and sung softly, no doubt unaware of the way his voice carried through the kitchen window. You smiled out the window at him often as you watched him, letting yourself wake up at first.
Wonwoo had vegetables gathered from his garden by midmorning and he brought them in, careful not to track dirt across the floor.
“You’ve been hard at work all morning,” you hummed.
“It doesn’t feel like it,” he replied quietly. “It went by in the blink of an eye.”
You moved towards him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m glad. I’m happy that being here is relaxing for you.”
Pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader
Summary: dragons, deities, dreams (oh my!), aren't enough to keep you from your lover.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 574
a/n: i was thinking about across the spider-verse and fire emblem and i got this... please if u want to talk to me about either of these things just hit me up i am begging
“Babe?” you called, breaking the soft silence that had come to be as your boyfriend read his book behind you. He hummed in response, beginning to trace a new pattern along your arm. “Do you think we dream about our parallel lives?” The question alone was enough to pique his interest, evident in the way his fingers shifted as they traced patterns on your arm, but not enough to distract him from his book.
“Maybe,” he mused. “What happened in your dream?”
You paused thoughtfully, trying to soak back in all the details that had slipped your mind since then. “Well, I remember we were in a castle,” you began. “You were the prince of an isolated kingdom and I was a mercenary?” With a laugh and the sound of his book shutting, Wonwoo shifted your position so that you were instead sitting across from him, your hands in his.
“Interesting,” he replied. “How did we meet then?” Wonwoo smiled as he watched you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, obviously lost in thought. He felt his heart leap ever so slightly at the sight of it and he wonders if he’ll ever be able to steady his heart in your presence.
“The castle was a school for royalty, and I had snuck my way in as a professor,” you explained. “But secretly, I was actually a reincarnated deity. Crazy right?” You beamed as your boyfriend nodded and pulled your hands to his lips.
“And then what happened?” He asked, fully invested in the fantastic story you were telling him and the way your eyes lit up as you did. He wishes he could see the story as vividly as you did, to be able to walk alongside you in your dreams.
“There was a war,” you continued, gauging the way his eyebrow raised. “Against a dragon lady and you had become a king but we had somehow managed to save the whole world. Then we ended up proposing to each other at the same time in the tallest tower of the castle. And you kept calling me ‘my beloved.’” Now it was your turn to raise a teasing eyebrow at him.
He pulled you into him so that you were now sitting on his lap and pulled your left hand up between the two of you, placing a light kiss against the knuckle of your ring finger. “Are you trying to tell me something?” he teased as he felt those all too familiar butterflies in his stomach.
“Yeah,” you replied, matching his tone. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m a reincarnation of an ancient deity.”
“Is that so?” Now his kisses were trailing up into your wrist, playful and teasing. “Anything else?”
“And that if you want to propose to me, you’ll have to defeat a dragon first.”
“Duly noted,” he replied with a laugh, pulling away and adjusting the covers to get under them. “Now let’s go to sleep so you can find out what’s happening in one of our other lives.” After setting his glasses down on the nightstand and turning off the light, he snuggled into his pillow and pulled you down against him so that your head was against his chest and your arm draped against his waist. In any life he lived with you, dragon war or not, he knew he’d find peace with you in his arms just as you were now.
warnings: mentions of chinese philosophical symbol (yin and yang if you could consider it as a warning)
summary: you and your boyfriend decide to watch a movie for the night, but you end up admiring each other's face.
rest is all wonwoo needed right now. just him, you and movies. finally that day arrived. a day off, which you obviously used as your advantage as a couple. today wonwoo didn't feel like hanging out and proposed to stay at home and spend time together by playing games, cooking and cuddling. to which you agreed immediately.
you and wonwoo are the perfect mach. like two magnets, like the sun and the moon, like the north pole and the south pole, like the yin, the night, the femaleness, passivity and absorption and the yang, the daylight, the maleness, light and heaven. it's like you two complete each other.
after a day of playing games, cooking and various activities, the night has arrived. you agreed on watching a movie (avatar 2) and just cuddle on the couch.
"everyone loves this movie" you say looking at the movie as it starts.
"yeah, i heard a lot of positive feedbacks too, we will probably like it as well, since we enjoyed the first one" he replies smiling at you.
you get comfortable, putting your head on his shoulder, as his arm wraps around your body.
wonwoo glances down at you, only to see your eyes glued to the tv, concentrated and bond to the movie, your brows furrowed a little. he now notices also your cute pyjamas, your messy bun, your bare face. the corner of his lips curve upward a little, admiring your face, realising that you were beautiful, and he was lucky to have you.
you on the other hand were too concentrated on the movie. after a while you felt like being observed, so you turn your head to the side, to see your boyfriend staring at you with a little smile on his face.
"what? is there something on my face?" you ask lifting yourself from him a little. he doesn't reply, only shakes his head while smiling a little.
"why are you staring at me then?" you laugh a little. "nothing...just pretty" he replies. you smile widens as you snuggle close to him.
now you're the one to look up at him, and notice his glasses, his messy hair, his cute pyjamas (that matched with yours) and realised that he was handsome. and how lucky you were to have him.
you are both so whipped for each other.
he notices your stare, and looks down at you for the nth time. and everything freezes. no one paying attention to the movie anymore.
you stayed like that for who knows how long, just looking at each other, admiring each other, loving each other. your eyes locked, you saw the universe in his and he saw the stars in yours. just like two pieces that completed each other.
you slowly put a hand on his cheek, caressing it as he leans in your touch. you two keep looking at each other adoringly while smiling like idiots.
"i love you" he suddenly says, without breaking eye contact.
you smile, your eyes still locked in his. "i love you too, wonwoo".
there's always a piece of him in your heart and soul, just like there's a piece of you in his. because the yin always has a piece of yang in it, just like yang has a piece of the yin.
a/n: thank you @jeonride for the request! very very sweet, we love a soft wonwoo! i think i got carried away and added little off-topic details. my bad guys i just love being philosophical LMFAO. just to clarify, yin and yang are opposites but they also complete each other. i honestly don't know if reader and wonwoo are opposites, you can interpretate it the way you want. it's a bit short kinda like a drabble, but still i hope you guys will like it!
hello sweetheart! any thoughts of wonwoo's way to kiss? like- chaste kisses, butterfly, or juicy kisses?
anw i love the vibe that radiates from this blog <3
- 🥞 (can i be ur pancake anon, tho?)
wonwoo’s kisses
genre: fluff, swoon worthy content :(
rq: by my pancake anon <33
word count: 242
reblogs, comments and feedback are appreciated !
notes: hi anon <3 and yes u can!! i have lowkey been waiting for this cause i’ve been dying to talk about this hehe
WONWOO’S KISSES
wonwoo’s kisses are slow and intimate.
as much as he loves being all over you, he’s gentle with you and there is no rush whatsoever. his kisses are nothing too crazy, but rather slow and tender.
wonwoo doesn’t mind who initiates the kiss, and somehow you end up on his lap somewhere during. he holds you so, so close to him, closing any distance between the two of you: with one hand rested on your back, securing you in his arms. he kisses your forehead, your nose and then your lips. wonwoo wants you to feel loved and safe.
his other hand is either cupping your jaw to gradually deepen the kiss with his thumb lightly brushing your cheeks, or at the back of your head, giving you all the sense of security you need.
he is so careful with you - noticing any signs of uncomfiness and he checks up on you right away. similarly, he always makes sure you’re comfy, whether it’d be straddling his lap or just simply in a hug. he kisses you so softly that it makes your impatience grow - yet you feel safe and secure.
wonwoo always, always asks before he does anything. even if his desire and affection for you is urging to take over him. he is not doing anything you don’t feel comfortable with. “is this okay?” “are you okay with this, love?”
wonwoo’s kisses are soft, gentle and never rushed. and they’re only for you.
author’s notes: reblogs, comments or any constructive feedback is appreciated <3 also my pancake anon ur request is the rq we never knew we needed!!! NOT ALL HEROES WEAR CAPES🤞🏻i was going all delulu while writing this😭 thank u anon and i hope u enjoy this <3
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