#lee Songbaek

[mizukamiyaseiryu]

hwagwi ship requests from twitter

[poptartzpandaz]

You search cutie patootie and he appears

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

I never noticed this before but Chung Myung is referencing his own reincarnation here. Thought that was neat!

[inkuma]

Small sketch dump

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Characters' reaction to finding the reader in a compromising position

Thanks for requesting this! I decided to throw in ropes for funsies, and I was vague with the position description so it can be whatever you want. I kinda want to write a fic based off of Yunjong’s now…

NSFW Headcanons for Various ROTBB Characters (Minors DNI)

Chung Myung

When he finds you tied up in such a lewd pose, he feigns innocence. He says he’s looking respectfully, but both of you know he isn’t.

If there’s a 0% chance you’ll get caught, he will try to take you right then and there.

If you don’t want to, he’ll untie you, but he’s got the rope and position etched into his mind for later. Y’all are recreating that scene the next time you’re in the bedroom.

Baek Cheon

His eyes are wide open when he sees you and it takes him a moment to recover. His face is beet red and his hands shake as he tries to untie you.

PLEASE tease him about his reaction and make him even more flustered. He may not do much at the moment, but watching him get flustered is fun. Meanwhile, his self control is being held together by a thread.

Will politely ask to recreate what he saw when you’re both in his bedroom. He’s already got the ropes for it.

Jo Gul

Keeps swearing that he’s looking respectfully! He really is trying to be respectful, but every time he glances at you, his mind starts to wander.

While he tries to untie you, younotice how sweaty his palms are and how warm his face is.

He won’t be able to concentrate all day thanks to what he saw. Will try to ask to recreate it, but is really awkward about it. He’s trying so hard to look chill and suave to you but he is panicking on the inside.

Yunjong

He looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his head when he finds you bound and bent over.

Is silent the entire time he’s untying you. The silence doesn’t mean he hates it; he just doesn’t know what to say in this situation.

He’s wayyyyy too shy to say anything about it. I headcanon him as a bit of a freak, but he’s terrified of making the first move. If you want him to put you in that position, you’ll have to ask him.

Yu Iseol

This sweet woman is actually looking respectfully. <3

She has a hard time reading the room, so it won’t come across as freaky to her unless you point it out.

She might blush after you mention it, but still isn’t going to do much unless you ask her to reenact it with you.

Tang Soso

Not looking respectfully and will let you know!

I headcanon her as a forward little freak. She is a woman from the Tang family that grew up in solitude with no romantic encounters. After all of those years of nothing, she’s going to end up being at least a little freaky.

If she wants something, she’ll just straight up ask for it, too.

If y’all aren’t doing anything now, you will be later. Like Baek Cheon, she’s already got the ropes ready and waiting for you.

Tang Bo

He just straight up laughs at your predicament and asks how you even got into that position in the first place.

After his laughter dies down, he’ll untie you, but not without verbally teasing you. He’s a menace.

Might try to make a move then and there, but will wait until you get to the bedroom if you want him to.

Lee Songbaek

His mind is wandering, but he’s too shy to say anything. He’ll just politely untie you and help you get back on your feet.

You’ll have to make the first move unless you two have been together for a while. He doesn’t want to seem impolite by pointing out how scandalous your position was, so he won’t say anything unless he knows his comments won’t make you uncomfortable.

Jin Geumryong

Is taken aback at first, but gets more irritated than flustered. Genuinely wondering how the fuck you ended up like that. He’ll probably call you clumsy while untying you.

Won’t think much of the position you were in until later. I headcanon him as being into that stuff.

[yeetzapizza]

Modern Au! Lee Songbaek would love doing photography as a hobby in his spare time TRUST!!!!

[enihk-writes]

[before the year ends]

seasonal fics : 除夕 (chú xī) / lunar new year's eve edition

paring: various!hwasan men x gn!reader

summary: things that happen on the last day of the year.

characters: chung myung (can be read as both pbss and mhdd) // chung mun // chung jin // tang bo // tang gunak // jang ilso // jin hyeon // lee songbaek // jin geumryong // baek cheon

author's note: my personal music recommendations for the day are lovers in seoul by off the menu , hot potato by n.flying , coconut love by seoulmoon , mercury by bye bye badman and t + tik tak tok by silica gel feat. So!YoON! (doing this for fun because my other hobby is looking for new music and putting them in a playlist partly because one of my teenage dreams was to open up a cd shop in an art street or own a music-vinyl brunch cafe by the seaside ugggh but you need money like do you know how expensive seaside properties are in singapore!!! i don't have that cash!!! so i have to work!!!! fuck!!!!)

CHUNG MYUNG doesn't like to be cooped up indoors during the festive period. so that afternoon he slipped out to visit the next town over, hearing about their night market and looking forward to getting drunk off his rocker before returning home. only to come face-to-face with you. to his credit he tried to divert your attention to slip away with a bold-faced lie but to be honest, he isn't very good at that. he ends up letting you tag along to buy your silence. which wasn't that bad of a decision — he found himself enjoying the private time he had with you more than he'd expected, like walking through the markets with pinkies interlocked, visiting taverns and teahouses getting mistaken for a couple to get discounts, even the passionate drunken kisses you both shared on the inn balcony which left him quite dazed. when he gets back he would have to have a talk with you about what happened here. though right now he's a little preoccupied with leaving marks all up your neck, hands under your clothes going to places he probably shouldn't, revelling in your embarrassment a little too much. thank goodness he had the foresight to rent out a room to stay in so the both of you could do whatever you wanted in here to the heart's content all night long.

CHUNG MUN watches as you scurry around the sect grounds checking in on the workers who were all preparing for the banquet that was to be held over the new year. as the sect leader he shouldn't interrupt another elder's duties, but as your husband he wanted you to pay attention to him too — it was new years eve and your spouse can't even ask for some alone time with you? you were so cruel, was this how he was to spend the last day of the year? he sighed and turned back to his papers, finishing up with his own work until it was finally time for bed. you met him in the front of your shared house, he finds himself cracking a smile when you bury your face into his chest, he walks you over to sit together on the bench, where you plop your head down on his lap, very much like a certain youngest, pouring your heart out on the annoyances that you've faced today so what has your dear husband have in mind to reward their hardworking partner? the man only chuckles at your ranting, running his fingers until you fell asleep, carrying your tired body to tuck you in bed. he looks over at your peaceful form one more time, kisses your hand and leaves for his own quarters to retire for the night.

CHUNG JIN had been pulled out from under the pile of books he's buried under to take a day off at the behest of the other elders and disciples. not knowing what to do, he hovers around your side, not really wanting to go down the mountain without a solid plan. you thought he looked a little like a lost sparrow then, so you let him stay around as you went about your day. he aided you with small tasks here and there — wasn't he supposed to be on break? old habits die hard, you supposed. he ended up helping you finish your job earlier than intended, bringing the leftovers from the kitchen along, the two of you headed down the forested path at the back of the mountain to wile away the rest of the afternoon as you ate the food and engaged in small talk about nothing in particular. the sun felt warm on your skin, and as it began to set, the sounds of the flowing stream nearby lulled the two elders into a dreamless sleep.

TANG BO stifled a laugh as he looked at your sorry state. only an idiot falls sick on new year's eve — was what he'd told you. you wanted to strangle him right then and there, never mind that he was your husband. he offered to nurse you for the day, supposedly from the kindness of his heart. bullshit. this guy had something up his sleeve, you were so sure of it. but whatever you thought he'd do never happened. your husband truly did take care of you that whole day. he'd wipe off your cold sweat, change towels, feed you food and medication on time, among other things. you thought he'd turn over a new leaf and was just about to praise him when he snickers at you again. maybe you should get sick more often, you're so much nicer when you're quiet like this. too bad for him your fingers were faster as you shove them up his nose to choke him in retaliation. fortune favours the just. the next morning you woke up feeling good as new — your fever had gone away just in time to celebrate the new year. your husband, on the other hand, didn't seem to be doing too well, seemingly catching your cold from yesterday. hmph, serves him right for teasing you like that.

TANG GUNAK could not catch a break even on new year's eve. there was always work to do, the world did not stop on holidays, after all. you slipped into the room quietly with refreshments in hand, hoping to get him to take a short break from his paperwork. the man had sharp ears — recognising the weighted rhythm of your footsteps even as you were on the far end of the hallway. he sets down his brush, getting up to greet you. my love, he'd call out softly, expertly placing away the tray in your hands. you laugh as he pulls you into his embrace, his face burrowing into your shoulder. you try to hug him back with as much vigour you could muster, pulling away just so you could place a few pecks on his face. it wasn't a very long break, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. he sipped on the tea you brewed, listening to your excited recounting of a new novel you had been reading. new years was a time to give thanks for the blessings in life, and he was more than thankful for the way your shoulder felt pressed against his arm as you two sat side by side.

JANG ILSO cared little for the festivities. he wasn't in the mood for any banquet, or party or whatever loud activity. he had been itching to do something, but he couldn't pinpoint what he wanted to do and the idea of going outside annoyed him. you didn't really know, nor cared to find out about your employer's stormy tantrum going on right at that moment. unfortunately for you, you were one of his go-to people to piss off and annoy whenever he wanted to cause trouble. your boss was a temperamental man, and you always walked on eggshells around him. little did you know that you were third on his list of people he liked, so in the off chance that you did piss him off, he wasn't going to get rid of you. not that soon or quickly anyways. he barged into your office with attendants trailing behind him with boxes of drinks, food and entertainment for that evening. he was here to bother you, if you so kindly didn't mind. most of what happened was blurry — you only remembered drinking the sweet wine, going down far too easily, possibly knocking over papers and ink all over your desk and then passing out. the next time you came to, you were in a guest bedroom near your boss' own. the hangover medicine and new clothes already laid out on the table for you. there was no way you had created a moment that your boss could hold over your head as blackmail. no, you detested the teasing that was sure to come from him in the coming year.

JIN HYEON had been out on an errand on behalf of the elders, and finally, he was going back to wudang just in time for new years. he stops by the small diner in the town next door, he often had his meals here whenever he's going out, outwardly he said it's because he liked the lotus root soup with pork ribs served with warm rice. in reality, he just wanted to find a chance to talk to you, the owner — a familiar face he had known since both of you were mere apprentices. though now you had taken over the restaurant your adoptive grandfather had left behind for you while he had risen up to the rank of a second-grade disciple. the diner was small, and the business was decent enough to make ends meet, but it wasn't so busy that you didn't have time to sit across him to have a short chat before he headed off. you asked him if he would stay and visit the night market this year. he shook his head sadly, feeling bad that he was turning down your offer yet again. you shook your disappointment off, opting to change the topic. the hour passed far too quickly, and he had to report back to the elders before night fall. you walk him towards the door, just as the wind picks up from where your back was turned, pushing you into his chest. the man takes the opportunity to pull you a little closer, accidentally placing a peck on your forehead. you didn't think he'd be this affectionate today but who cared? it was new years eve and it's been a while since he had walked you home. maybe next year you could ask him again to come with you to the night market.

LEE SONGBAEK had gone to his hometown for the new year celebrations. he had been given permission by the elders to do so, along with a good majority of the other disciples. things had been really quiet back in the sect with nobody really wanting to do anything with them. speaking of which, he hadn't seen his family in years by now, and he wondered how they were all doing. he didn't plan to spend too much time — have dinner, catch up, stay overnight and leave the next morning. he didn't expect to see that you would also be in his house, helping out with the new year's eve dinner. he could smell the dough and sesame paste drying out in the sun for the tang-yuan they'd all have later. actually, he thinks most of the village was congregated at his house. the disciples who had tagged along with him were a little taken aback at the size of the crowd, much to his embarrassment. he didn't think his village would be so stoked to have him back on new years with his sect brothers. you slipped out of the kitchen to greet him as the elders fussed over the boys that had come to visit. he leans over to greet you, feeling a small smile pull at his lips when you tousle his hair. his original plan might have been a little thwarted, but since you were here, he didn't really mind. ah, when he goes back to the sect, he should ask if the tailor was accepting any apprentices — if he were, and you came over, he might see you around more often in the coming year.

JIN GEUMRYONG wished he was anywhere else but here right now. but, as the eldest and prodigal son he should behave appropriately. he slips out of the banquet hall at the first opportunity, making shoddy excuses like needing to go to the restroom. he finds a spot in the quietest part of the estate, taking a moment to collect himself from the incessant social interaction he's had the whole day. soft footsteps approach him — really? he feels annoyed, but tries to reign back his distaste when he sees your smiling face beaming at him. go away. he tells you, not in the mood to deal with whatever you were about to drag him into. please? you'd beg, your hand pulling at his arm to get him on his feet. there was something you wanted to show him, and if he didn't go with you now, he was going to miss it! the man agreed reluctantly, letting you take him to the lake behind the hills. the night sky was clear and he could see every sparkling star in the sky. you sit on a fallen log, seemingly waiting for something to happen. he sits right by you, choosing not to question your actions. and then — there it was. the stars fell from the sky one after another, painting the night in long white painter's lines. he'd never seen anything like this in his life thus far, and he might not ever see it again. but it didn't matter. when you asked, doesn't it look amazing? he could only hum, unable to take his eyes off you all while your gaze was turned to the spectacle in the skies.

BAEK CHEON, for the life of him, can't decide which tassel he wanted to buy and ended up just getting a roll of thread in plum-blossom pink to make one on his own. the handiwork was clumsy, clearly amateurish with the bronze coin woven into the accessory. it certainly resembled the shape of a tassel — if you didn't look at the finer details too closely and for too long. you could see him look embarrassed at the quality and was already regretting giving it to you. but how could you not want his sincere gift? you loved it, flaws and all, because it was from him and you wanted to be reminded of the idea that this perfectionist still could make mistakes. you pull him down for a kiss. and then another. and another, until you were peppering his whole face in kisses because your heart couldn't handle this gap in his personality. your poor love, look at how red his face had become. he didn't know whether to be happy that you liked his gift this much, or feel shy at the public show of affection in a place where everyone in the sect could possibly see? you can't help but snicker mischievously as you skipped away from the scene — leaving the poor boy in a flustered mess.

[sanijoys]

My bby Lee Songbaek (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

I want to make him so fluffy af oneshot just for him UvU

I'm in skol tho :')

[midnightplumblossoms]

🔞 the impossible news passed through every disciple in hushed, frantic whispers. by the end of the hour, everyone in zhongnan knew what had happened to their head disciple.

jin geumryong re-manifested as an omega.

dynamic-shifting wasn't a novel concept, but for it to happen this late was practically unheard of. and to jin geumryong of all people.

lee songbaek wonders if jin geumryong was chafing under the scrutiny he was suddenly placed under. with the threat of his position being taken away from him by the elders, it's no wonder that the man has been more aggressive than usual.

he thinks it's foolish of the elders to even consider the notion of taking away their sasuk's position all because of his dynamic. it's a relief that the other disciples agree with his opinion.

(truthfully, they found jin geumryeong even more intimidating especially with the nauseating omegan smell of discontentment he was exuding all the time. they were used to overpowering alpha scents, but jin geumryong's new one made them feel uneasy and even more conscious than usual.)

"Lee Songbaek."

Jin Geumryong stood in front of him with his jaw clenched. Lee Songbaek unconsiously sniffed. strangely, he felt as if he could taste a hint of sweetness in the air. warm sweat beads on his neck and he begins feeling slightly dizzy...?

he doesn't—can't—put up a fight when jin geumryong pushes him down to the ground. he lets out small whimper when he feels something wet and warm press against his clothed crotch.

jin geumryong's face was beautifully flushed, his gaze heated as his scent intensified.

"I need you to mate with me."

[bunbitti]

warm

songbaek x cryptid!reader (idk what I'm doing, why did my first fic with Songbaek on here have to be weird); platonic

~500 words

tw: none

Songbaek had been searching for a new spot to train, since it seemed more and more people had been stealing his spots. Not that he'd ever mind being asked to help his fellow disciples with training, but could they maybe stop outright replacing him in whatever place he decided to train? A little consistency would be nice once in a while, but he figured it would be a good test of his discipline to be flexible.

He wandered out past the sect grounds a little farther than he normally would for training, and found a cave.

It was snowing. Snow never stopped him from training before.

He'd also never seen this cave before, but also he'd never gone in this specific direction before. Huh. Surely one of the others would've seen it before, though..?

Maybe he'd peek in to make sure things were safe before focusing on his training.

He found a massive rabbit curled up inside. Not massive as in one of the larger rabbit breeds, but so large that it was probably a few times larger than him if it'd also stood up on its hind legs. If he went off its fur color, maybe it was a snowshoe hare instead? But they shouldn't exist in this part of the world?? Well, a massive hare shouldn't exist in any part of the world, and here it was, so he decided to dismiss that discrepancy.

"..."

It shifted, and he flinched. He shouldn't have flinched, but it had opened its eyes and blinked at him before stretching its legs and yawning.

He never thought an animal yawning should be so terrifying, but it had sharp teeth next to the teeth a hare would normally have. Why did the hare have the canines of a wildcat?!

He was about to back away, but it reached out and snagged him in its strangely hand-like paws and pulled him into his cave. Songbaek had only had the thought once before, when Chungmyung had defeated him in a spar years ago with the aura of a vengeful demon, but was this how he would die? To a carnivorous giant hare in a cave he should've left alone?

Songbaek found himself surrounded by fluff. He vaguely felt the body heat of the cryptid seeping into his body, and he couldn't do anything but relax. The cozy heat contrasting with the frigid cold outside was making him want to fall asleep already. He tried to stay awake, but his strict discipline did nothing to help him.

His eyes drooped shut.

Songbaek woke up hours later. The hare was sleeping again, and he was being cuddled like a child would cling onto a stuffed animal or doll. But it was somehow the best sleep of his life, better than the countless times he'd passed out from the exhaustion of training, or for any other reason.

Huh.

Weeks later, Zhongnan disciples started to wonder where Songbaek went in the middle of the night when he claimed he couldn't sleep.

[yikeskauri]

I kept coming across fan art of the rotbb boys in bunny ears, and they inspired me.

Also Lee Songbaek deserves more fan art.

[mizukamiyaseiryu]

hwagwi commissions for friends

[lisisko]

pookie

fanart @ Ygang_commi on twitter

[azrail-emer]

Bruh, I Love Return of The Mount Hua Sect.

I Was Gonna Draw Chung Myung, But I Went With My Other Favorite Character. Lee Songbaek! I Don’t Know Why But I Like Him. Só Enjoy.

(This Is Not How I Usually Draw Or Color, But I May Start Drawing Like This. It’s A Decent Drawing.)

[bunbitti]

Me and 이송백 (I have gotten too fast at typing his name wtf)

He so big I want to know what it's like to hug a big man (I have only ever come into physical contact with people around my size or slightly larger)

Fck I gotta draw that man

I HAVE to post this here too...y'all selfshippers are so strong and real, tysm....

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Look at him. LOOK AT HIM

I am looking... he is baby