#Jang hyun

[jkmc]

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[locomoqo]

begging for eli smut omg that man needs some love 🙏 maybe where he comes back home from fighting all bruised and bloody (checks on yenna to see if she is sleeping ofc bc he is the sweetest dad) but the second he leaves her room he is pouncing on gf reader like a feral man. and WELCOME BACKKK 💕

freek-a-leek

— eli x reader

desc: NSFW UNDER THE CUT, rough sex, creampie, aftercare (yippeee), mention of blood/injuries

A/N: beast in the streets, also a beast in the sheets

The front door creaks open just past midnight.

You don’t hear it at first—not until the faint shuffle of shoes against the hardwood floor reverberates through the quiet house. Your heart jumps in your chest, and you sit up in bed, instinctively tensing. It’s only when you see him that the tension begins to dissolve.

Eli's a mess.

Blood streaks along his cheekbone, a dark crimson contrast against his pale skin, and bruises are blossoming over his jaw and temple. His knuckles are raw, skin split, his shirt clinging to his chest in patches—whether from sweat or blood, you can’t quite tell in the dim light. His stance is unsteady as he steps inside, but his eyes? Those are soft. Warm. Familiar. They meet yours, and there's an unspoken reassurance in them.

"I'm okay," he murmurs before you even have the chance to ask, his voice low and gravelly. "Just… needed a second."

You open your mouth, but before you can speak, he places a finger gently against his lips, silencing you. He tilts his head toward the hallway.

"Lemme check on her first."

You watch as he moves down the corridor, the slow, purposeful rhythm of his steps echoing in the stillness of the house. A minute later, you hear the soft creak of Yenna’s door. Eli’s in there for longer than usual—longer than you expect. But you know. You know he’s just watching her, making sure her little chest rises and falls with each breath, tucking her hair behind her ear, maybe even brushing a soft kiss to her forehead. It's what he always does, no matter how battered he is. His love for her is a quiet, unwavering thing.

When he finally steps out of her room and closes the door behind him, there's something different in his eyes.

His gaze is darker now. Hungrier. It's like he’s shedding the weight of his day’s fight, his bruises, his pain, and replacing it with something more primal. More urgent.

When his eyes find yours again, you know exactly what’s coming.

The breath catches in your throat as Eli turns toward you, his lips curling into something that is half smirk, half promise. You know it. You know how this goes. His presence fills the room like a force you can’t escape, and before you can even respond, he’s on you.

You try to be quiet. God, you really do.

But it’s hard when Eli’s got you bent over the edge of the bed, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip so tightly it feels like he’s branding you. The position he has you in leaves you vulnerable, exposed, and all you can do is brace yourself for what comes next. The first thrust hits hard, deep, relentless. The kind that makes your breath hitch in your throat and your body arch instinctively. The kind of thrust that leaves no room for anything but him.

You’re not sure what you expected, but you certainly weren’t prepared for this.

The bed creaks under you with each powerful movement, your hands gripping the sheets so tight your knuckles turn white. Your forehead presses to the mattress as Eli pulls you back against him, his cock filling you so perfectly, so completely, you can’t do anything but take it. He fucks into you from behind like he’s been starved for this moment, every movement an attack on your senses.

His voice rumbles in your ear, low and rough, just before another deep thrust knocks the air from your lungs.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day,” he mutters, breath hot against your skin.

You barely get the chance to respond before his rhythm picks up. Fast, hard, each thrust pushing you further into the bed, deeper into the world of him. The moan that slips from your lips is involuntary, your body betraying you as Eli drives into you with a force that makes your head spin. The sweet burn between your legs has you trembling, your thighs slick with arousal as he doesn’t stop.

You try to stay in control, to stay quiet—but the sounds of his movements, the wet slap of skin against skin, the way he makes you feel like you’re about to break, is too much. You can’t contain it.

A tiny creak. The faintest crackle from the baby monitor next to the bed. Yenna’s restless shifting. Your heart skips a beat, and your entire body tenses.

“Eli…” Your voice is a breathless whisper, panic bubbling in your chest.

But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even hesitate.

His hand moves swiftly from your hair to your mouth, covering it with firm precision. The pressure of his palm makes your breath hitch, and the noise you try to stifle is nothing more than a muffled gasp. He pulls you up against him, keeping his cock buried deep inside you as he growls against your ear.

“She’s fine,” he breathes, voice strained with restraint. “You’re not.”

And then he slams into you again.

You choke on your moan, the sound swallowed by his hand as he continues, relentless. His grip on your hip tightens, nails digging into your skin, but it’s the way he moves that really has you shaking. He doesn’t slow down, even as your knees begin to buckle. His arm around your waist is like iron, holding you steady while he fucks you like he’s trying to claim you.

“Told you to be quiet,” he mutters, voice rough with frustration and desire. “Thought you said you could keep it down.”

Every word out of his mouth is a command. Every thrust is a challenge.

And you can’t stop. Can’t even think straight. You don’t know how much longer you can hold it together when he’s pounding into you like this. His movements slow just slightly, but each one feels like it’s carved into your very soul. Every inch of him dragging along your insides has you gasping, legs shaking, and you know you’re not going to last long.

“Let me hear you, baby,” Eli murmurs, leaning in to press his lips to your temple. “But keep it quiet, yeah?”

You can’t help it. You come undone beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that has your entire body trembling. You bite down on his hand to keep your cries muffled, but it’s no use. He feels it. He feels every shudder, every flutter of your walls tightening around him, and it drives him wild.

“Fuck,” he growls, and his pace falters just long enough for him to release into you with a low groan. His hips stutter as he comes, and the sensation of him filling you sends a fresh wave of heat through your veins. His chest heaves against your back, breath ragged.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of both your breathing, the gentle whir of the baby monitor, and the steady thud of your hearts. He slowly pulls out of you, easing you back down onto the bed with the gentleness that only Eli has, even in moments like this.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice soft, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he tucks some stray hair behind your ear.

You nod, too breathless to speak, but the contented smile that pulls at your lips says enough.

“Be right back,” he murmurs, his voice tender. “Gonna clean you up.”

You can’t find the words to respond before he’s slipping into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm towel. His touch is gentle as he wipes between your legs, tender with his aftercare, kissing the bruises on your hips, massaging your thighs until the ache starts to fade.

When he finally lays down beside you, pulling you close into his chest, you let yourself relax. You melt against him, safe and satisfied.

[hudsonpatootie]

Eli Jang x Rich Reader

*On Yenna’s Birthday*

Y/N: So, Eli… I didn’t know what gift to get her, so I just bought everything I thought she’d like *smiles*

*Y/N shows up with a mountain of toys behind them — from stuffed animals and dolls to castles and building blocks.*

Eli: Oh! You… really didn’t have to… A doll or some clothes would’ve been more than enough… but thank you, really.

*Tom Lee, who brought a bicycle thinking it would be the best gift at the party*: ‘ Mimimi, I didn’t know what to bring so I brought everything’ — yeah right. Okay, Miss Look-at-me!

[rinanar]

This man is strong because if Eli was that close to me I think I would've kissed him

[fumiscripts]

✦ I’M SO HUNGRY I COULD EAT...

“I’m so hungry I could eat Lyon.”

Eli halted entertaining Yenna, taking a moment in stunned silence, before snapping his head towards you so fast you feared that he might've hurt his neck. “...what?” he voiced out, just in case he didn't hear that right. He must've misheard that.

“I’m so hungry I could eat Lyon,” you repeat, expertly hiding the smile of mischief that threatened to appear on your face.

He stared at you, mouth slightly agape, running a hand down his face, before hiding it on Yenna's hair. “Where did you get the name of my old cat?” he grumbled, voice muffled. The toddler babbled, seemingly entertained. She was smiling while making grabby hands at you from Eli’s lap.

You let out a small laugh, watching his reaction. “Sally told me,” and she did, in your little conversation while running grocery trips for Hostel. “She even told me how quiet and edgy you were back–”

“Stop. That's enough embarrassment for the day. I get it,” Eli cut you off, looking up from behind Yenna. He would never use her as a shield, but in this circumstance, he's using his child as a barrier between your gaze and his flustered face. “Stop it.”

Unfortunately for him, you found it cute. “I can't. It seems so unfitting to see you act as an edgelord, but it still suits you. I can see you as some sort of hissy, soggy cat. She said you were quite the troublemaker. Like. My sweet, sweet Eli was an angsty troublemaker,” you were just teasing the living daylights out of him now.

He frowned, brows furrowed and clearly displeased. “This is amusing you,” he remarked, a low murmur. It was a statement, not a question.

“Yeah,” you didn't even deny it. You loved messing with him.

masterlist

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[sscarletvenus]

succumbed to the brainrot ...

[fleurbleedinghearts]

Just found out that there are people in the Lookism fandom who genuinely think Eli shouldn't move on from Heather

He'll always honor her memory because she's Yenna's mother, and that's all the loyalty he owes her

While I adore stories where the love between two people is so strong that Person A doesn't move on from Person B's death

Eli & Heather absolutely should not be one of those stories. Their relationship barely lasted a few months max, she took advantage of his immaturity and lack of education, their communication sucked, neither treated the other well, and her choices forced him to grow up too fast

He's eighteen, and he spent the past three years of his life mourning her, let the guy live

[lookismstuff]

Gun's Tragedy

To me, the tragedy of Gun as the Genius in Nurture is this. While he genuinely enjoyed nurturing, he was always, always meant to lose or tear down what he himself built up.

He gradually lost all of those meaningful connections with his former protégés or disciples: Eli, Jake, Olly, Daniel, and even Crystal. Strangely, to me, the loss of his connection with Crystal feels more heartbreaking because it happened offscreen and felt so sudden and hard-hitting. What? He didn't even get to keep her as a friend because eventually her inheritance would be his?

And weren't Daniel and Crystal the only two among these protégés who still called him "brother", after all the others had left and/or died?

These losses, and the sad loss of his connection with Goo, were the results of his tainted ties with Charles Choi. Those ties gradually robbed him of all shreds of humanity that he still had.

And so Gun was called a Ghost, not purely because he was a terrifying presence, I think, but also because he lived like one.

What a bitter price to pay.

[shroomshark]

Eli as Lord Shen cuz brainrot

[ventivente]

[lonely-hearts-assemble]

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧!

ELI JANG. Meeting him after a long time • female reader, recent eli of the shop • ⚠️: grammar?, boring maybe ? Just some random brainrot; might edit some parts again :p

Masterslist!

" Have..." You perused, trying hard to light the bulb

" we.. " but the cogs seem to be trying in vain

"met before? "

A boulder dropped on Eli's head.

" We just met a few days ago? "

" We did? " Prankster much? You think frowning, being even more confused.

You just moved into Gangdong and are pretty sure you didn't have anyone you know here. What exactly is this seller playi-

" Oh oh " something strikes

" Big Daniel from Fashion department?? " You point, eyes crinkled and lips upturned

Another boulder crashed on Eli's head that he almost tripped over

Okay, maybe the cogs are a little rusted due to all the physics it had to tolerate over time " My bad, guess I've got amnesia " you avert your eyes, a sweat dripping by your cheeks

" Is that so? " He smiles, eyes shut, seemingly seething

" So you don't remember Yenna? "

You perk up at the familiar name

" What about her? " You raise a brow

" It's her dad " his muscles seem to be working a lot to keep that smile intact

" You'd babysit her for me, rings a bell? "

His co-workers would curiously glance time to time in your direction along with the other customers prodding & vying for his attention. He dismissed 'em rather easily, as if he couldn't hear them at all.

" It was some blondie with a mullet though..."

He only purses his lips and peers down at you in response

" So... you dyed your hair and changed your style.... for what exactly? Now you're harder to remember "

Eli refrained from pinching your cheeks and it showed when his fingers twitched.

It wasnt that Eli was hard to remember before, just that you were much more invested in Yenna to pay attention to anything else.. but now he was definitely hard to remember with.. looking so... typical.

You stare

Or maybe not.

" Also, we met up a few months ago " you clarify

" Hmm.. was it? " very ironically, this was the longest conversation you two shared, with you being quite dismissive about anything that didn't have yenna in it.

It was a ritual, he'd drop yenna at yours and be off to his work. Whenever he'd try to talk, he'd only get absent minded 'hmms' & 'ohs', Yenna having your full attention.

Which was a score actually, no crazy fan to worry about. But maybe, sometimes somewhere in his desiderium and loneliness, just maybe he longed for a little bit of warmth.

He was weirdly glad to have your attention, he won't deny..

" So! will you let me buy these or not? " You raise your purchase

He's pulled out of his trance

"At a hefty price for you ma'am, as a penalty" He smiles, genuinely this time, leaning into your space with a hand on the wooden display rack beside you

" Or... A visit to yenna to make it up to her? " He asks, hopefully

Now, you purse your lips.

In one hand, you'd more than love it to meet Yenna, on the other, there were things to unpack and appointments to attend.

Seeing you reluctant, he didn't know why but he put up his best pleading eyes he could (method from small Daniel)

" Um.. maybe next time"

Much to his disappointment, it didn't seem to have an effect on you. No, you didn't even notice it.

Which is usual with you, now that he thinks about it.. What'd he expect?

" 'Cause have to unpack a little since I just moved not long ago"

His little sulk is apparent,

" but I'll definitely make some time soon. I'd more than love to meet Yenna again " You flash a toothy grin

" What about me? "

Instant regret. That's not what he meant, no he didn't mean to sound like-

" It was nice meeting you too. Let's hangout next time! "

Oh!

you smile brightly yet again and you might as well just be an angel, he thinks.

" I think you have an important customer to tend to " you point eyes to an old man in his forties or fifties behind Eli

" I'll be going then, see you around-" You step back

" ' Hostel's Big Daddy ' " you stagger in your laughter

Ah! He purses his lips, little pink on his cheeks. That tickled his heart.

Even as you walk away in your own little world, Eli ignores the murmurs and his burning back, eyes solely lingering on you, a small smile playing on his lips.

He hopes time flies and you'd meet again very soon.

" ELI! (We know) you're whipped (but please we need) help- "

" Shh "

" But sally- "

" Shh "

" Yes uncle Shh "

[locomoqo]

taste me too!

— eli jang x reader

details: NSFW CONTENT, fem bodied reader, cunnilingus, face sitting, takes place after Allied takes on workers

A/N: he should just wife u up, yenna needs a new momma #tbh , also this one's short hihi (^u^)

Time and privacy.

Two luxuries Eli had been deprived of ever since the fallout between the four major crews. He barely had time for himself, his family, or you. And when Hostel was attacked, he had no choice but to work overtime to keep his family safe. Time and privacy slipped away completely, stolen by the chaos.

But now? Now, he was making up for it.

“E-Eli—” you gasp, trying to lift your hips off his face, but his strong hands grip your thighs, pulling you back down with firm, deliberate force. The lewd sound of him slurping up your arousal makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the heat flooding your body drowns out any hesitation. You’d been hesitant at first, worrying you might hurt him—what if he suffocated? But Eli only thought it was cute.

After a little coaxing, here you are. Straddling his face, his grip unyielding as he devours you with intense focus. How many times have you cum? Twice? Thrice? You’ve lost count. It doesn’t matter when he’s making you see stars over and over again.

“Oh–ohhh!–’s s'good!” you whimper, your voice shaking as your arms tremble, fingers gripping the headboard for support. Eli groans into your soaked core, the vibration sending fresh waves of pleasure through you. His face is slick with your juices, all dripping down the sides of his jaw.

“Missed this sweet lil’ cunt,” he murmurs so sweetly, his words sending a shiver through you.

His tongue moves with precision, switching between long, slow licks and plunging deep inside you, savoring every inch of the pliant walls of your core. One of his hands shifts from your thigh to your waist, guiding your movements, urging you to grind against his mouth.

Your body responds, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles as Eli’s tongue works relentlessly. The sensation is overwhelming—his lips and tongue moving perfectly with the rhythm of your hips.

“Just like that,” Eli coos against you, his voice thick with desire. His grip on your waist tightens, fingers pressing into your skin as he urges you to ride his face harder, faster. Your legs are shaking, barely holding you up, but the way he devours you, the way he guides you with such possession, keeps you moving.

The friction of your cunt against his lips and tongue sends shockwaves through your body, every pass drawing out a breathy moan. Your vision blurs as the sensation of him beneath you becomes too much, overwhelming you.

“Eli—I ca–mmhh-can’t—” you plead, but your voice breaks into a desperate whimper, the pleasure making it impossible to think straight. All you can do is grind harder, chasing the release that’s building, so intense it feels like you might break.

He grunts in response, his tongue flicking against your swollen clit with renewed hunger. His other hand moves from your thigh to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulls you down harder against his mouth. “You can,” he pants, voice muffled against your slick heat. “I want you to.”

His words send you spiraling. Your body tenses, pleasure exploding through you as your hips stutter against him, thighs trembling violently as you cry out. Eli groans with satisfaction, his tongue never stopping, savoring every pulse of your release as your body shudders above him.

When you glance down at him, your expression is dazed, still panting. Eli finally pulls back, giving your pussy a short break, though his eyes are dark with hunger.

“I promise I’ll fuck you after this, love, just…just let me have a bit more, okay?” His voice is soft and placating, but the way his hands squeeze you tells you that you don’t really have a choice—but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He still wants to make up for lost time, after all.

[sleepinwater]

Apart from jays hair , we have different elis in the chinese vs korean versions too along with a modified ending page.

Click on alt text to recognise the chinese vers.

[fleurbleedingheartss2]

Happy Father’s Day to Eli Jang and Manager Kim only because the rest of the fathers in Lookism are unbelievably bad at being fathers

[eutanasya]

Lookism 539

Jinrang about to show why he Gapryong's only disciple

[sscarletvenus]

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