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COMMISSION! in the source link, you’ll find THREE HUNDRED gifs of the actor BRIAN ALTEMUS in PRETTY LITTLE LIARS: ORIGINAL SIN (SEASON 1), HARLAN COBEN'S SHELTER (SEASON 1), DOCTOR ODYSSEY (SEASON 1), GRAND ARMY (SEASON 1) and THE TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE (SEASON 1). all gifs were made by me from scratch, therefore i’d appreciate if they are not edited, redistributed, added to other gif hunts or claimed as someone elses. if you enjoy or plan on using them, please like or reblog the post. if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee!

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With Olivia's plea, Cash removed their clothes without a care to where they landed in their small room. His fingered moved through her sex, groaning when he touched her. "Christ, you're so fucking wet. All of that for me, Lo?" The corner of his mouth was curled into a smirk as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with a hum. "Missed the taste of you, but we'll have to get to that later because I need you." Wrapping a hand around his cock, he thrust completely into her tight heat with little ceremony beyond kissing her greedily. "So tight, Lo. Didn't you touch yourself while I was gone?"

"I do trust you." Olivia told him, though she wasn't just talking about this moment. It took a lot of trust to be coming on this road trip with him. She was still not convinced he wasn't going to get sick of her after just a few days, let alone two months on the road with him. But she had fallen head over heels for him and she was diving all in for this man. Kissing him back passionately, she felt how aroused he was getting as he grinds his hips into her. "Yes, please." She whispered to his question.

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With a gentle laugh, he shook his head, "Definitely not a fever dream." Raphaël was shaking his head when he pulled Shelley into his lap, "I am neither of these things, you're just teasing me now." He ran his fingers through her hair, grinning at how happy she was when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Leaning in, he kissed her softly. "I never have nicknames, maybe Raph and Rapha when I was in school. I feel like it's an intimacy no one really thinks I fit. I mean, at work I'm just an engineer, not one of the greats yet, so no cool nickname like Bono."

"Please do. I want to be sure I'm not just having a fever dream. And I'm well aware what it means, I just don't like cabbage. It's gross and stinks when you cook it. " She faked a pout as he made no commitment to her third query as he drew those circles. "Well, English and Cornish pet names are not the best... Got it! Mon Intrépide. You did jump just off a cliff to impre-" Her words were cut off as she found herself in his lap. She put her arms around him, looking up into his eyes. "Or maybe Mon Vilain?"

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Kit couldn't take his eyes off of Liam, not just because he was completely elated to see him, but to be seeing him smile. "Do I need to wait for you to stop blushing before you go and change that to my name in your phone?" Grinning he toyed with Liam by playfully crossing his arms before bursting into laughter again. "Kidding, I'm sure whatever you have me listed in is totally valid and way more on brand than International Man of Mystery."

"Are they? No hoards going to be chasing after my sexy trainer tour guide? Should I be stretching before the cardio 'cause I'm finding it really hard to believe you're not the Harry Styles of Toronto." Kit barely made it through his jokes before laughing, but Liam dished it out right back— or, at least, that was how he took the compliment. Waving his hands as he laughed again, "God, no. You're the last person that's complimented this mug. It's taken many punches since, so arguably it has also not improved." Grinning at Liam, Kit shrugged, "It's been a bit stressful, but I'm hoping that things will smooth out and that maybe I can get some more sexy trainer tour guide adventures before the break is over. You have any big plans?"

The first two comments go without a response besides an amused shake of his head. Then, "International man of mystery." Liam adds an eyebrow waggle for good measure, and one hand comes up to his chest. "That's kinda hot. I'm here for it." Without hope of any clarification, and without a desire to dwell on hypothetical contract talks when the man who has occupied his waking thoughts for the last year is here, Liam only shrugs. It's all he can do to distract from the warmth that rises across his cheeks.

"There's a real shortage on sexy tour guides who double as trainers, so you lucked out here." Chuckling, he pats the hand on his chest, against his t-shirt. "Wherever I want, hm? If you insist." Glancing behind him, Liam pauses for a moment before nodding across the street. "This way," he says, continuing down the sidewalk. "Actually, it hasn't been too bad." The media doesn't hesitate to overshare and overanalyze each member of the team, but he knows better than to check in with social media during the season. "Most of the fans are pretty okay." Even if he had to get used to being approached for pictures and autographs. Usually, he doesn't mind. "I think you're not giving yourself enough credit if you think you won't be recognized. That handsome mug? Come on." As they walk, he turns to meet Kit's eyes again. "What about you? How's summer treating you?"

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Tadgh pulled his hand away slowly, running it through his hair and shrugging before moving to the sink to do the dishes. If Elian wasn't going to leave he would let him dry, but his grandparents would roll over in their graves if he was anything less than adamant about cleaning up when he wasn't the one that cooked. "I, uhm, I read a lot." He wrote poetry, too. Sometimes etching verses of his poems into the hidden portions of the furniture he made, but very few people knew it about him. "Not much of a talker, but thank you. I was only being honest." His stormy-blue gaze fell from Elian's eyes to his mouth, and he self-consciously licked his own. "I... feel like I owe you one for coming over the fence, letting me clear my head. Not sure what to do about repairing everything, burying the animals." His eyes went out the window, seeing Topthorn leisurely walking in the yard. "Whatever did it has to be long gone, right? He's completely unbothered now."

Elian nodded his head. It was true, the loneliness was of his own making, a punishment of sorts for the wrongs Elian had caused, the damage he had left in his wake. He felt, sometimes, like a storm, ripping through an area and leaving nothing but destruction. That was why he had ventured off into a life of solitude. But it was getting to be too much for him; he’d always been so social before, and the simple touch of Tadgh’s fingers around his own almost made the younger man gasp, his gaze lingering on the other’s for a beat longer than necessary, like trying to understand whatever went unspoken between them. “You’re welcome…” He answered with easy, his expression inscrutable as he kept his gaze focused on present company. A small smile pulled at Elian’s lips once more when Tadgh spoke again. “You have such a way with words, and that’s such a kind thing to say…”

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Mark groaned, covering her hand with his non-dominant. "Honestly? I'm normally cooked after a race, but this was a big deal. I'm pretty amped up." Licking his lips, Marcus guided her hand lower down his torso, hooking Julie's fingers into the top of his pants and then walking back toward his bed. "I'd love to order some room service, but the entertainment end of our evening? Now that I have some very different ideas. What do you think?" Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it toward his luggage, exposing a torso and arms littered with tattoos. He cupped her chin, drawing his thumb along her bottom lip before asking, "What are you thinking, Julie?"

Julie exhaled softly as the hotel room door clicked shut, the chaos of flashing cameras finally fading from her mind. She was still getting used to the spotlight, but for Marcus, it was worth it. Dropping her bag and jacket onto the nearby table, she turned to him with a warm, genuine smile that lit up her eyes. “it was your big day, handsome,” she said, her voice full of pride and affection. “Jet lagged or not we’re celebrating you tonight, so you get to pick how we do it.” She stepped closer, resting a hand lightly on his arm, her touch familiar and comforting. “so, what are you feeling? Room service and maybe a cheesy comedy movie?” she signed, her grin playful as she tilted her head. “Or are you wiped out from owning the spotlight and want to save the real party for tomorrow?” Her tone was light, inviting, carrying the easy warmth of someone who was happy with anything.

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"That's my tight fucking Princess, always take me so fucking good." Kori growled, leaning back to watch Ellen sink down on his length. "That's it, Elle, nice and slow. That perfect ass is taking Daddy's cock so fucking good." With a throaty moan, he continued to tease her clit, swiping his fingers through her dripping sex, using every ounce of self control to not thrust into her. "You love being messy for me, don't you?" Leaning forward, Okorie kissed her neck, biting her shoulder gently. "I love filling up all your tight little holes, Princess. You ready for me to me? Need me to fuck you, Baby? I want to hear you beg for it."

If she’d been in more demure circumstances, Ellen would’ve blushed at Okorie’s declaration that he knew she’d beg for it. And yet, with how he’d already wrecked her, all Ellen could do was moan in need. She moaned again and nodded quickly when he began taunting her about whether she could take his cock. “Ye… yes, Da.. Daddy…” she breathed, moaning and whimpering again from how his fingers concurrently teased her puckered hole. As Okorie began teasing her slick pussy with the tip of his cock, Ellen trembled, her legs shaking and body arching out of sheer need to be filled by him. Rather than push inside her, Kori elected to taunt and tease her with his words, his final ones being a demand for her to be a good girl after spanking her cheeks hard. The slap and degradation made Ellen moan, and she nodded quickly before breathing, “Yes, Daddy…” With that, she slowly worked her pussy down onto his cock, gasps and moans shooting from her as he penetrated her tight walls. “G… god…” Ellen cried, but despite how much he stretched her, she still worked herself down, her cunt taking him inch by inch. 

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A wave of relief washed over Micah, his shoulders visibly relaxing at the sound of Sofia's voice. That tension was gone until she told him where she was. He rubbed his temple in frustration. There was no way of knowing how safe the structure of the university was or if there were any shooters or UXOs. A third of the victims they patched up were crushed in damaged buildings or injured by faulty weapons. "Are you hurt? Over." Micah asked, already adjusting his bag on his shoulder and taking out his KA-BAR knife. "I'm coming through the building to you. Just stay under cover and let me know if you have to move. Over."

With a door and windows already shot and blown out, getting into the university wasn't an issue. However, there was no discretion in his steps, the crunch of glass and plaster under every quick step alerting anyone around to his location. He didn't wait around to find out if anyone heard him, moving toward the south end of the building, the gunfire growing louder. Micah had broken out in a sweat, climbing over debris as carefully and quickly as possible. Hearing voices unnerved him, but he moved toward them, hoping to hear her voice again instead of the local tongue, knowing he was going to do whatever was necessary to get her to safety. Thinking that he'd be best served to step out with his hands up and then fight in close combat, rather than getting shot being seen as a threat with a knife, he took a breath stepping partly out from behind a counter. "Don't shoot! Doctor, Medic." He tapped the symbol on his vest then looked at the direction of the voices, relieved to see Sofia before processing all of the blood. Hunched over and closing the distance, disregarding the danger, he called out, "Is it yours? Are you hurt?" He looked behind him again. "I can show you the way back out through the building."

Sofia knew she shouldn't be rushing in to situations without having the full details, but when she heard there were multiple casualties that needed tending to, well she went without a second thought. And when she saw Micah well she knew she wanted to be somewhere else. Seeing him just hurt. She rushed to the area, trying to ignore every other thought in her mind and focussing on getting the casualties stable.

She hadn't realised she had knocked her radio in to the rubble as she fell to the ground, the crackling startling her finally after a while. How long had she been out here? Flinching as she heard the bullets flying around them, taking in a deep breath to calm herself.

Then she heard his voice coming through. What was happening?

"Fuck." She cursed, one hand on the casualty as she tried to stop the bleeding, her other trying to reach for the radio. She pressed it on so she could try and get through to someone, there was no way she was getting out of this on her own. "I'm not getting anywhere at the minute." She said through the radio, ripping the bandages with her teeth, everywhere was covered in blood.

"I'm with a casualty, South of the University, I'm not getting out of here on my own. I'm not going to leave them behind, over." She said, shaking her head as she tightened the bandages, taking a deep breath to try and keep herself in the zone rather than focussing on the noise and reality of where she was. Hearing buildings blowing up around her and bullets ricocheting the rubble surrounding them was not a comforting thought.

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Emi's eyes drank in his very large hands, shifting in her seat just a little at the thought of them moving over her small waist. Licking her lips she sighed playfully. "Don't think I can handle both? What if my hands don't stay on this side of the car?" She smiled and then tugged the hem of her skirt higher before adding, "or they stayed on this side of the car but go where you won't put yours. That going to make you even more horny, Mr. Shameless?" Emiko tapped her lips with a perfectly manicured nail and then slid it down her neck, popping open the first button on her blouse. "You really think I've not done worse in a car?"

Sam laughed as Emiko zoomed around even more curves. "I may be shamelessly horny, Emiko, but I'm not reckless. Getting into a sports car with a stranger? I'm putting my life in your hands. These hands?" He held up one of his own, large hands, easily twice the size of hers. "Are staying over here. You'll understand once we get where we're going. So you better focus on the road." He smirked, pleased with himself, but growing hungrier and hungrier with each law Emiko broke.