#광마회귀
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hearts from murim dudes (ft. two silla men) pt.1 (?)
(will i ever finish part 2? who knows...)
#otoart#화산귀환#무당기협#일타강사 백사부#광마회귀#진혼기#return of the blossoming blade#return of the mount hua sect#wandering warrior of wudang#best teacher baek#star instructor master baek#return of the mad demon#return of the crazy demon#requiem of subdued souls#cheongmyeong#jinmu#baek suryong#lee jaha#kim jaha#seolyoung#청명#진무#백수룡#이자하#설영#자하#백사부#THIS IS A TAGGING NIGHTMARE //#hate that muhyeop manhwa never agrees on one fucking title //
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SLLLUYUUUYUTTTTTT 🫵🫵🫵🫵
#return of the mad demon#return of the crazy demon#jaha lee#광마회귀#yi zaha#zaha yi#lee jaha#이자하#webtoon#art#webtoonart#fanart
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#iykyk#i'm actually hilarious#jaha lee#return of the crazy demon#return of the mad demon#webtoon#yi zaha#lee jaha#광마회귀
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Drawing dump 😋😋
#art#drawing#fanart#return of the crazy demon#return of the mad demon#lee jaha#hongshin#red monkey#white tiger#광마회귀#forgot to post these here lol oops
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From IHY. The artist of rotmd. While I was busy drooling over jaha's abs. I noticed his face on the phone😭
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he's doing a hair advertisement for recruiting purposes (read: sungtae and his siblings forced him to do it)
#the return of the crazy demon#the return of the mad demon#lee jaha#yi zaha#zaha yi#jaha lee#이자하#광마회귀#my art#fanart#pennyhill.kt#i took liberty in making his hair a bit curlier than the manwha ver of him
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guess my favorite novel. Very hard
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Y'all can pick up your man 🫶🌸 I finally finished it 🫡🫡🫡 Did I have a breakdown while drawing his hair? Yes. Do I regret it? Nah.
I hope you guys like your food 🫡 Also are we art people or reading people in this fandom 😂 I do both but I want to see what you guys want grrr arf bark
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#jaha lee#anime art#return of the mad demon#return of the crazy demon#web comic#webtoon#yi zaha#광마회귀#oc#oc artwork#small artist
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⚫⚪⚫⚪⚫ 성태는 바둑 잘 못 둘 것 같음...상대적으로!! 사신장이나 호연사부나 군평이나 여타 간부라 할만한 사람들은 바둑을 잘 둘 것 같잖아. 관상을 봐 호연사부는 상대가 아무렇게나 바둑돌 놔둬도 이기게 해줄것같음. 근데 성태는 그냥 평타...라서 맨날 후달릴것같음 진소흔은 바둑 둘 줄 모를듯🤔오목이나 알까기(...)그런거 좋아함
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gift for a beloved friend 💕
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JAHA OUR MANNN LETS GO♡
hearts from murim dudes (ft. two silla men) pt.1 (?)
(will i ever finish part 2? who knows...)
#otoart#화산귀환#무당기협#일타강사 백사부#광마회귀#진혼기#return of the blossoming blade#return of the mount hua sect#wandering warrior of wudang#best teacher baek#star instructor master baek#return of the mad demon#return of the crazy demon#requiem of subdued souls#cheongmyeong#jinmu
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⋯ JAHA LEE x READER | go to hell (affectionately)
⬦ info; fem reader (dom), bickering, whipped jaha, the reader is stealthier than jaha could ever hope to be, they're both lowkey emotionally constipated, begging, grinding, blue balling jaha real, reject canon embrace cringe.
⬦ wc; 2.5k
Jaha Lee is an adult. He has a job, even if unconventional. He has subordinates, even if most of them are incompetent. He even pays with his own money, sometimes. And still, despite all of that, his frontal lobe seems to not have developed enough to know that killing people at 10 p.m. will make him stay up all night.
That's how he finds himself tossing and turning in his bed, burying himself deeper and deeper into his blankets, excitement buzzing in his veins making it impossible to get some needed sleep.
Normally, Jaha is the type of person who goes down quickly and can sleep through a tornado if he wants to. That's what having too many enemies to count and spending most of your childhood years and all your adult life on the edge does to you - you learn to fall and stay asleep wherever, no matter how uncomfortable the place is because that might be the last time you get to get some rest in a long, long time.
The officer of shining light drove that point home just before Jaha fell off that forsaken cliff.
As he turns for the one-hundredth time in the past ten minutes, the sound of very light footsteps (almost as though the person did not wish for Jaha to know of their arrival) startles him, and his body immediately tenses up. Trying to get murdered from time to time is part of his job description, so it's not unusual to have people try to sneak up on him. However, he doesn't usually deal with assassins on the Black Rabbit clan's soil. The many squads patrolling the streets stop them before they have a sliver of a chance to get close to Jaha's or the Generals' quarters.
He closes his eyes and strains his ears, remaining as still as possible to hear what's going on. The walls are relatively thick, so the sound is muffled, but as soon as he hears the exasperated sigh on the other side of the door, he smiles and lets himself relax once more.
There's only one person who would be so brazen as to step foot anywhere near Jaha's quarters and then sigh with so little care and so much annoyance.
It's weird that [Y/N] is visiting at the wee hours of the night, but maybe she's forgotten something in his room or has finally decided to keep her word and murder Jaha like she has promised to do many times. Just to see what [Y/N] does when unsupervised, Jaha settles down and pretends to be fast asleep.
His bedroom door creaks open, and there's a soft sound of feet tiptoeing around the room. Jaha feels a hand pushing his fringe out of the way, and a pair of lips leaving a kiss on his forehead. It's such an innocent, tender touch, and it's so foreign that he has to bite his tongue and muster all his willpower not to make a sound that alerts [Y/N] that he's awake.
The mattress dips on the opposite side to where he's lying down, and he feels a warm weight settling against his chest. The woman settles down, lets out a contented sigh and plants a kiss on Jaha's chest, right next to where his heart is, with an easiness that seems practised like it's not the first time she's doing this.
And it's then and there when Jaha realizes that the woman's night escapades aren't uncommon and they're probably the reason why sometimes he wakes up with the familiar scent of lavender melon clinging to his skin, even though he's slept by himself (or so he thought) and with freshly washed sheets.
It didn't happen often, though, only after the nights when Jaha was too far gone, when the weight of his blade felt light, and the lives lost to it insignificant beyond measure.
It might be because Jaha is a bit enamoured with this woman, but the thought of [Y/N] sneaking into his bedroom just to sleep next to him and then leaving before sunrise just so she doesn't have to be embarrassed about it is painfully endearing.
[Y/N] mutters something in another language under her breath, and it's the first time Jaha has actively regretted not paying more attention to the foreigners who visited his inn back when he was an errand boy. Weirdly, it doesn't sound like an insult, but it also doesn't sound like the confession of undying love that Jaha would like to hear.
Well, there's only one way to find out what the woman said.
He wraps his arms around [Y/N]'s waist, and before she can react, Jaha flips them around so he's hovering on top of the woman. [Y/N] lets out a surprised yelp, and it's music to Jaha's ears.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing." [Y/N] snaps too quickly for it to be nothing. "Let me go."
"No." Jaha singsongs, and he leans down to kiss the woman, but the other turns her head at the last second. Jaha settles on kissing her cheek. "It's rude to speak a language I can't understand and then not tell me what you said."
"I said let me go, you brute." [Y/N] repeats, turning her head to glare at Jaha. There's a beat of silence, and when she sees that the taller man isn't moving, she crocks an eyebrow. "Are you deaf?"
"You can already stop pretending you don't like me, you know?"
"Who says I'm pretending?"
"It's very hard to believe you don't like me at least a little bit when you sneak into my room in the middle of the night to cuddle me." Jaha chuckles, and just to drive the point home he leans in again, this time brushing their lips together.
[Y/N] purses her lips but doesn't say anything, so he keeps going. "You have a key to my room." A pause. "And a drawer full of your clothes here. We're basically dat—"
"Okay, shut up, I get it." The woman interrupts, her voice going slightly louder to block Jaha's words. Of course, she doesn't want to hear the word dating. Of course.
Jaha decides to be the bigger person, literally and metaphorically, and rolls onto his side, dragging [Y/N] with him so they're lying down face to face. He takes a moment to properly look at the other and only then notices the dark circles under her eyes and the way that she's blinking like she's fighting to stay awake. She looks exhausted.
"Hard day?"
"Assassins have been up my ass all day." [Y/N] says, and she doesn't explain further, but Jaha doesn't need her to. He understands what it's like to have a target on one's back. "Need to shut down for a bit."
"Stop calling it shutting down; it freaks me out."
"You've been basically fucking a walking assassin magnet for the past however many months, Jaha. Too late to be freaked out now."
Jaha scrunches his nose. "However many months", he thinks.
It's been seven months since we fucked for the first time and at least four since I realized that knowing the weirdly specific way in which you like your tea in the morning and spending my days off either pestering you until you pay attention to me or thinking about you may indicate that we are a bit more than associates with benefits, but we both seem to be deathly allergic to the word lovers and to any conversation regarding feelings and it's driving me insane.
But he's not dumb (or perhaps brave) enough to say that out loud. So he tugs on [Y/N] to bring her closer and buries his face into the other's hair. "Rest."
"In peace." The woman finishes with a stern tone. "Hopefully, I never wake up."
"It's sweet that you wish to stay in my arms forever."
"You know that's not what I meant."
"I know." Jaha concedes with a tired sigh. "Go to sleep."
There's a brief moment of silence, but [Y/N] then pulls back and looks Jaha in the eye.
"You told me to sleep, so now I can't do it." She argues, and the barely-there pout on her lips makes Jaha want to kiss her more than he's wanted anything in his life.
"It's a pride thing." She helpfully explains when she sees the dumbfounded expression on Jaha's face.
"Then stop being stubborn."
"Never."
The ravenette dramatically sighs in defeat and brings a hand to massage the side of his head. "You're going to do the opposite of what I ask you to just to be difficult, correct?"
"Correct."
"So how about..." Jaha starts, and he taps a finger to his lips like he's thinking. "You don't kiss me?"
"You're fucking dumb if you think I'm going to fall for that." The woman says, and she closes her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath like she's trying really hard not to hit Jaha over the head with a blunt object. "I can't believe you managed to become a clan leader. One would imagine you need more than one brain cell to be capable enough."
"One would also imagine that you need to be taller than three inches, but here we are."
He's barely finished speaking when the woman is already barking out a reply. "I'm going to kill you while you sleep."
"I'd love to see you try." Jaha chuckles, and there's something about the fact that the woman would indeed have a chance at besting him in a fight that makes him feel giddy. "Don't do it while I'm asleep though, I want to enjoy it."
"You're a fucking weirdo."
"I'm your fucking weirdo."
[Y/N] only rolls her eyes and huffs, and Jaha takes the opportunity to shove one of his hands under the woman's shirt. He's met with warm, soft skin, and he lets his fingers travel across [Y/N]'s taut stomach until he reaches the waistband of her pants. He hooks his fingers on the fabric, silently asking for permission.
"For fuck's sake, Jaha..." The woman whispers with irritation lacing her tone, but she leans way too much into the touch for someone who's complaining about it. "You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid."
He unhooks his fingers from the fabric and lets his hand wander to grab [Y/N]'s ass. He squeezes, relishing in the way it makes the other squirm. As [Y/N] lets out a small gasp, Jaha leans in and bites her lower lip, gaining him a small whine. The ravenette almost smiles into the kiss, because [Y/N] might whine and complain, but she always responds so easily to his touch.
Without breaking the kiss, [Y/N] pushes him onto his back and climbs on Jaha's lap. She pulls back ever so slightly, and Jaha feels one of her hands grab his face. She forces his mouth open by pressing a thumb to his lower lip, and Jaha goes pliant under her touch, the only thought that runs through his head being, "Please spit in my mouth, please, please, please."
Instead, like she's reading Jaha's mind and refuses to give him what he wants, the woman takes her fingers out, leans in and shoves her tongue inside Jaha's mouth.
Jaha's mind is half-hazed as he sucks on the other's tongue like his life depends on it, and there's a buzz in his veins that has nothing to do with the copious amounts of murdering he's done that day. He holds [Y/N]'s hips in place and grinds up into her, managing to get a choked-out moan from her.
[Y/N] leans back, the moonlight coming from the window hitting her just right, and Jaha gets a view that he wants to keep in his memory forever - [Y/N]'s cheeks have a rosy flush to them, her lips are spit-slick and bitten red. The familiar sensation of wanting to wreck and be wrecked in return starts to bubble up under Jaha's skin.
Instead of taking Jaha's mouth again, [Y/N] blinks a few times and yawns, and it's a bit of a blow to Jaha's ego. The ravenette almost whines when [Y/N] leans back and props herself up on her knees, lessening the pressure from the one place where Jaha so desperately needs it. She takes both of Jaha's hands off her thighs, leaves them to rest on top of Jaha's clothed crotch, taps the back twice, like saying there you go, and clumsily climbs off of him.
Jaha's mouth falls open. "You're going to leave me like this?"
"Yes? I'm tired." The woman deadpans, and she shuffles to lie on her side, her back to Jaha. "You're a big boy, you can take care of yourself."
His dick twitches at the words big boy, and he looks down at the problem at hand. He realistically could take care of it, jerk himself off and call it a day, but what's the point if it's not her making him cum?
"You're really going to blue ball me?" He huffs as he lamely pulls on the fabric of his pants to release some of the pressure. It does nothing to help.
"You blue balled yourself."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Life doesn't make sense sometimes, Jaha." [Y/N] argues, and she dismissively waves a hand around. "Grow up."
Seeing that he's not getting any, Jaha lies back down on the pillow with a defeated sigh - it already smells like [Y/N], and that small fact shouldn't squeeze his heart the way it does. He takes a few deep breaths, letting his heartbeat go back to normal, and makes a mental note to make [Y/N] take care of all this pent-up frustration the next time he has her on his bed.
"To be honest, it's not the first time I've had to talk myself out of a boner because of you." He confesses with such nonchalance, eyes fixed on the back of [Y/N]'s head. "So I have practice."
[Y/N] turns her head, and even in the dim light, Jaha can see the furrowing of her eyebrows. He reaches a hand to smooth it out and considers it a step in the right direction when he's not pushed away or gets some of his fingers bitten off.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Well—" Jaha helpfully starts, but the woman decides she doesn't actually want to hear about all the ways Jaha's so pathetically whipped for her, and stops him. "Actually, never mind. Don't even tell me."
Jaha unceremoniously hums. "I thought you wanted to know?"
She pauses for a moment and lets out a scoff that sounds way too much like a laugh. Proudly, Jaha makes a mental note of adding "making [Y/N] laugh when she's in such a bad mood" to his list of personal accomplishments.
"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep."
Jaha knows that if he asks for a goodnight kiss, he will get either a zap or a knee to his crotch, so he takes it upon himself to reach two fingers and delicately lift [Y/N]'s chin. He leans in, taking his time to kiss the woman properly without the heat of their previous kiss. And maybe he's hallucinating, maybe he's been awake for too long, but he can feel [Y/N] melt at the touch. He pulls back with a last chaste peck and smiles at the woman in his arms.
"Goodnight, [Y/N]."
"Go to hell, Jaha."
Jaha chuckles, and just because he can get away with it, he plants a kiss on [Y/N]'s forehead. "I'll see you there."
© yeri (@yerrenica) ⬦ do not repost, copy, translate, nothing. this is just 2.5k words of them bickering and me projecting. instead of brain there is only jaha.
#jaha lee#return of the crazy demon#return of the mad demon#webtoon#yi zaha#returnofthemaddemon#lee jaha#returnofthecrazydemon#jahalee#yizaha#jaha lee x reader#광마회귀#이자하#yi zaha x reader#i just really wanted to write bickering#was originally supposed to be mongrang x jaha but life threw a curveball at me
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YERI YERI. WHERE DID YOU GET THISSSS
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*slurppp* YOUR ART IS DELICIOUS
Drawing dump 😋😋
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