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[yuzu-all-the-way]

ELLE X Yuzuru Hanyu

[creampuffs-for-carmilla]

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[polishmodels]

Karolina Gorzala - editorial ELLE Lithuania, June 2024

Photographer: JP DeSmedt

source: unikomodels.com

[lucindarobinsonvevo]

you are who you hang out with

[chriscdcase95]

Happy ten year anniversary to Carmilla: The Series. It feels like I just blinked when I saw the trailer a decade ago, and I decided to celebrate by linking the entirety of season one here!

[byullielle]

NO CAUSE THIS IS SO PRECIOUS TO ME. LiSA has always been an essential part of my playlist even before Stray Kids. Them getting to work together is literally a dream, my inner child is healing.

[ridell-crimea]

am I going insane or did they name the engage dlc dragons after pronouns

[wartoposluchac]

Best Of 2023 - Albumy

50/Vince Clarke – Songs of silence (P.I.A.S.)49/Classix Nouveaux – Battle cry (Cherry Red Rec. / Sonic Records)48/First Aid Kid – Palomino (Sony Music)47/Gorillaz – Cracker Island (Warner Music)46/James Blake – Playing robot sinto heaven (Universal Music)45/Taylor Swift – Speak now (Universal Music)44/Blur – The Ballad of darren (Warner Music)43/Inhaler – Cuts & Bruises (Universal Music)42/P!NK –…

[on-a-lucky-tide]

i can't. i can't hold it in. i need nikprice and price having a voice kink. *goes insane*

This one grabbed me by the throat immediately, Anon. Wow.

Price gets horny on leave, but he's exclusive now.

cw: voice kink, masturbation.

Price stared at the flashing cursor in the search bar and knew he would find nothing online that would sate him. That's what happened when you went exclusive with someone that could make you multi-orgasmic at the age of thirty-seven. Nothing else even compared.

Exclusive meant no Grindr either. Not that the vapid twinks that used to message him regularly, all with the exact same body composition, fashionable haircuts and smouldering looks, ever appealed. Price growled in frustration, slumping back against his pillows as he slammed the laptop's lid closed and threw it onto the bedside table.

His cock strained against his pyjamas, creating a damp spot in the soft cotton, and he reached beneath his waistband to release it. A quick wank wouldn't scratch the itch, he needed something, some stimulus, some connection. He gripped the base and waggled it around, slapping it back against his belly as he puffed his cheeks out, weighing his options.

If he wasn't on leave with nothing but the gym in which expend his energy, this wouldn't be a problem. His libido only seemed to rouse its head when he had time to spare, or when one particular man was nearby.

One thing for it.

He grabbed his phone and pulled up the number at the very top of his messages.

JP (20:38): you free to talk?

Nik (20:39): ...

Nik (20:40): yes

Only once Price was dialling up did he realise he had no idea what to do when Nik actually answered. He didn't have long to think up a plan, because the international dial tone ended and a familiar voice vibrated through the headset.

"Prevyetik, John," came Nik's greeting. He sounded sleepy, his deep voice even lower than usual. Price's cock twitched against his belly, interested.

"Evening, or... where are you? Were you sleepin'?"

"I am in Thailand," Nik said, and Price heard him groan softly as he moved, perhaps sitting up in bed.

Price ran the numbers and winced. "Bloody 'ell, it's half three, Nik. I'm... look, uh, go back to sleep, I... uh..."

"It is fine, I was struggling to sleep anyway. How is leave?"

"Boring," Price said, a smile tugging his lips up. He settled down in the pillows and fiddled with a loose strand in his bedsheets. "Nought to do but throw around weights and watch daytime telly. 'Spose ya can't tell me what yer up t' in Thailand."

"Nyet, John," Nik said fondly, and it made warmth spread through Price's chest, like Nik's hand was there. Price placed his palm over his heart and trailed it down, following the path of that fuzzy feeling right to his belly. Nik was listening to him intently in the silence, but finally prompted for more. "Is there something wrong?"

Price grit his teeth and breathed out a sigh through his nose. It was nice to hear him. His voice. It was like they were in bed together if John closed his eyes. "Nik, I am... harder than granite right now and, uh... I..."

"Ahh, this is a, what to say, a booty call."

"Oh, fu--yeah, 'spose it is."

Nik chuckled and it made Price squirm, his lower lip rolling between his teeth. When Nik spoke again, his voice was somehow even lower, smoother than the expensive whiskey they had drunk together the last time Nik had been in Hereford. "Perhaps we need to purchase you some toys to keep you occupied when I am not there."

"Toys? You mean like," Price cleared his throat and lowered his voice as if his neighbours might be listening to his dirty talk through the paper thin walls of his flat, "a dildo."

"Da. But there are other things... Are you blushing, John?" Nik was teasing him now.

"No..." John said, who was very much blushing and very, very fuckin' hard. He encircled the base of his cock again and gave it a cursory tug. "Can ya imagine their faces if I rocked up on base with an Ann Summer's bag? Behave."

"Ann Summers is a little... tame for what I was thinking."

"Oh yeah? Ya gonna fix me some bullets and a vibrator on our next op, Nikolai?"

"Hmm, perhaps one that is the shape of my cock for you. And then when you ring me next, I can talk to you as you use it, and it will be almost like I am there."

John gripped his prick a little firmer, stroking slowly from base to tip, his hips rocking up into his hand. Nik was practically growling down the line; the sound spread from Price's mind to the rest of his body like physical touch, curling around his spine as if Nik's palm was there to caress him, to press him down into the sheets. "Huh..."

"Are you touching yourself, solnyshko?"

"Yeah, Nik. Keep talkin'..." Price rasped, his eyes flickering closed as he sank lower into his pillows.

"What would you like to talk about?"

"I dunno, Nik, read the bloody hotel menu for all I care, just... I... I need to hear you. Your... mm, your voice."

Nik took a deep breath, a rumbling sigh. "Ya postoyanno dimayu o tebye," Nik purred, silky and smooth. Price bit harder into his lip, pushing his heels into the bed to lift his hips in small, tight thrusts. "Ty mne snish'sya kazshduyu noch."

"Oh, fu--" Price's toes curled as he swiped his thumb through his slit, collecting the welling precum as his entire body flushed with heat. His palm made slick, sloppy noises as it worked up and down his shaft, and he tried to imagine it was Nik's big paw as he whispered filth and love in his ear.

Price's Russian was getting better, but his mind couldn't parse the words, just the sound of Nik's deep bass, how his body was conditioned by it, associating it with pleasure and comfort so intensely that Nik could pull his strings from the other side of the planet.

"Ya polyubíla tebya.. s pyervogo vzglyada..."

Price propped the phone between his shoulder and ear and licked his fingers, dropping them to his chest to pinch one of his nipples. If Nik were here, that's where his mouth would be, his hands gliding down the length of Price's body, so broad that even Price's six foot two, well built frame sat comfortably in his grasp. Price would arch into his mouth, Nik's palms against his lower back as he kissed down, down..

"Nik..." Price panted, fisting himself roughly, his knees lifting, tilting out. He pushed his head back, sweat beading at his hairline.

"Oh, John, I think... you must look so beautiful now," Nik said, breathless. "When I see you next, I will... show you all this, I will... make up for all the times I have left you wanting. Ty mne nuzshen."

"Mm-mm, ah." Price's stomach clenched, his thighs shaking, as he tried to stroke himself through his climax, his fist slick with the pulses of cum he milked from his twitching prick. It was intense. More intense than the disinterested wanks that had done nothing to quench his thirst earlier in the week. Nik. It was Nik.

"There's my boy," Nik slurred, his deep, sultry rumble thick with pleasure at the sound of Price's climax, no more than squeaks and pants down the phone, but no doubt as clear in Nik's mind as if he were laying in the bed next to him.

Price stared at the ceiling, holding his softening cock, his mouth hanging open. "Nik?"

"Da..."

"Were you--? Did you--?"

"Da, John. You drive me crazy. I am... was pent up."

"You too, huh?" Price laughed, more gasping huffs in the back of his throat. "Two horny old men half way across the world from each other, wanking like teenagers."

"I will... be home soon, milyy."

"Hm. Home," Price said, rolling onto his side to find the tissues underneath his bed. Treated himself to some triple-ply from Morrie's. It was the little things that made leave tolerable, like high quality tissues to wank into rather than M.o.D. tracing paper. But he stopped as the gravity of what Nik had said sank in, and slumped back into the pillows. "Nik..."

"With you. With you, I am home."

Price smiled at the ceiling. "Go to sleep, stay safe tomorrow," he swallowed, his voice wavering as he gathered those words that still felt so unwieldy in his mouth, even though he felt them with every chamber of his heart, "I... love you."

"Ya tebya lyublyu. See you soon." The line went dead and Price chucked his phone onto the bed.

International call, that was a bloody expensive wank. Price smirked, sitting up on his elbows to begin the clean up. Worth it though.

[letzternachtzug]

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY ph. by Zoey Grossman for ELLE, JP January 1, 2024

[yuzu-all-the-way]

ELLE behind the scenes x Yuzuru Hanyu

[creampuffs-for-carmilla]

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[kresnikcest]

homegirl knows literally everything going on with victor and ludger and green-eyed elle and decides to go up to prime ludger like

Ludger: I'm sorry. It just feels like I've seen you somewhere before. Elle: Huh... Are you flirting with me? Ludger: N-No! That's not what I... Elle: Haha! I'm only joking! After all, I'm the one who started talking to you first.

Ludger: I-It's nothing. It's just that I know a little girl with the same name. (I knew it, she feels really similar to Elle. That's why it felt like I'd met her before.) Elle: ...Are you sure that's not some sort of pickup line? Like a story where you're destined to meet someone? Ludger: No, it's really not. I know someone else called Elle Mel Marta and-- Elle: Huh?! How do you know my full name? Ludger: What do you mean? Could you be this world's--? But that can't be... Elle: This world? Ludger: No, I... Never mind-- Elle: Oh, I get it! You must be from another world too!

i wish she had more meaningful screentime ;-;

Fractured Asteria Elle is so cute 🥺 manipulating Ludger and freaking him out ❤️ gatekeep gaslight girlboss

[lucindarobinsonvevo]

i feel like JPS really gets Andrew, and PB is really delusional about Elle. Like, delusion is built into Elle’s character so it actually works because PB really believes Elle is a good person, while JPS is fully aware that Andrew is a charming manipulator and they both play the characters accordingly. 

[tedwardremus]

My Dog Said I Can't Go Out With You (James' Version)

Written for Jily Week 2024 hosted by @kay-elle-cee and @sunshinemarauder

Prompt: Continuation Station This is a bit of James' perspective from April 2024 @jilychallenge fic, My Dog Said I Can't Go Out With You

James walked down the moving staircases, still dripping wet from his shower. He could’ve easily used a drying charm, but at the moment, the trail of water he left behind was the least of his concerns. The drops splattered against the stone floor, making the already treacherous moving staircases even more slippery, but James was far too preoccupied to care.

In his hand, he clutched the enchanted parchment, his eyes scanning the messages from Lily that he had read and reread since this morning.

Do you want to get together tonight? - JP

Let me ask my dog. - LE

Ask your dog….? - JP

He said no. - LE

I’ve changed out of my kit. Are you still in the Great Hall? - JP

Did you leave for the village already? - JP

The unanswered messages piled up, one after the other. Normally, James prided himself on being cool and collected, but today, that confidence had abandoned him. He felt a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest, a feeling so unfamiliar that it left him almost frantic.

He had never bombarded anyone with so many messages, especially without a single response. And it wasn’t just Lily he had messaged; Sirius had received his fair share of frantic notes as well.

James was usually good at reading people, but now he was second-guessing everything. He was almost certain Lily had been flirting with him—hadn’t she? Over the past year, they had gone from tense acquaintances to best friends. And for the first time, James thought that maybe, just maybe, she was interested in him the way he had always been interested in her.

Or had he completely misread the situation? Was he about to ruin everything?

“Get a grip, Potter,” he muttered to himself. “You’re better than this.”

“That’s the spirit!” a nearby portrait of Aldred the Elder shouted enthusiastically as James passed by.

James squared his shoulders, determination hardening his resolve. The best course of action was always straight into the fire. Head on, no hesitation. He needed to go to Hogsmeade, find Lily, and talk to her in person.

He ran a hand through his wet hair, and then, with a rueful smile, realized that perhaps he should use that drying charm after all.

[scythepringles61]

Je sais pas si je suis là seule à avoir vu Marine Tondelier éteindre purement et simplement JP Tanguy ce soir mais elle m'a fumé lol. Il se l'ait bien fermé après cet idiot.

"On comprend rien à ce que vous dites 🙄😐" TELLEMENT MA BELLE TELL HIM