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jjkeremika · 1 month

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excited and exhausted

reader x erwin, armin, sasha, hange, levi

description: reader playing the card game “excited and exhausted” with Attack on Titan people

inspiration: anonymous; requested: reader playing the card game excited and exhausted with erwin, armin, sasha, hange, levi

disclaimer/warning(s): nsfw; reader gender not specified so i tried to make it as gn! as possible but could be fem!-leaning?; hange is they/them; licking; lap dance

erwin

you inhaled deeply and bit at the inside of your bottom lip as you watched erwin’s large hands reach for the blue card. you licked your lips as he raised it to his eyeline, noticed the veins and ligaments and tendons in his hand and forearm from his tight hold.

the breathy exhale from his lips soothed your nerves, massaged out the breath you held. “lick your partner below to waist or drink once.”

the leap in your stomach acted without restraint, bubbled into a smile as erwin’s long arms were reaching for your thighs. he pulled you closer, moved one hand to cover your entire exposed calf and held it into the air, right near his face.

the hot breath travelled up the skin, spurred goosebumps and tiny hairs to stand at the sensation as it crawled towards your knee and down your thigh. erwin’s piercing irises stayed tethered to yours as he pressed the lightest kiss to the thin skin of your ankle.

with one hand rolling your cropped pants higher and the second grasped onto your thin ankle, he poked his tongue out, let the hot, wet textured organ slither and slide around the ankle bone, towards the dips in the muscles to your knee.

the red blush on your cheeks was encouraging as erwin’s hands found their way towards your upper thigh and hip, as his tongue reached the crook of your knee and he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the helpless gasp from your lips.

the reflex kicked your leg away from his grasp, but his hand instantly reached out, bringing your thigh back to his check and letting his mouth roam towards your crotch. you felt him smile through his open mouth at your melodic giggle.

“what else can i lick?,” he murmured against your upper thigh, the sentence tickling the sensitive thick skin. his tough arms wrapped around both thighs, held you close to his nose. he glanced up, winked cheekily, before letting his tongue explore your heated intimacy.

armin

armin’s cheeks were rouge when you pulled the card game from the bag, and the squirming ensued after reading the rules only exacerbated his mutual excitement and embarrassment at playing and exploring a side he kept hidden even to himself.

you went first, giggled as you noted how much more red armin’s cheeks were compared to the pink card. “take off one item of clothing or drink once.”

having the card near your face did you a disservice, because armin could visibly see the deep blush take settlement. he was about to speak, to tell you not to worry about it, to pick another card like the considerate, courteous gentleman he strived to be—but you had already dropped the card to the table and brought your hands to the hem of your shirt.

his breath audibly hitched, and armin blushed with hot blood as he covered his lap with his palm. he felt he should look away, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your bare chest, his pupils glued to the nipples matching his stare.

his mind was blank as you leaned forward slightly, as his eyes comprehended the closing distance between you. “your turn.” the hum of your voice was usually soothing, but right now it was grasping hold onto his skin, pulling him closer to you.

“i, um.” his pupils were scanning your torso, absorbing the detail to memory. the adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “yeah.” he blindly picked up a new card, couldn’t spare any attention from you to mind the card. “stick your hand…” each word was slow, laced with a growing arousal. “in your partner’s underwear…”

armin felt his erection battling both his jeans and his palm, moaned slightly into the sentence at the sudden pressure from the growth. “for two minutes…” he finally made eye contact with you. “or drink twice.”

you smiled impurely. “by all means,” you murmured, lifting the band off your waist, raising an eyebrow suggestively. armin relented to the temptation, eagerly reached for you, drool poking onto his lip.

sasha

once the laughter softened and you watched sasha take a swing of her canned beverage, you picked up the next card. you inched your leg closer to hers, felt the heat colluding between.

“drink if you’re the best kisser,” you spoke softly, like raising your voice would break the moment. you made eye contact, coyly hid your face behind the blue card.

sasha smirked knowingly. “well,” she leaned in and lowered her voice, “i feel like—” the light pink hue on her cheeks made your heart flutter. you glanced at her lips. “—we need to compare first.”

she kept her lips pursed, a tiny smirk at the corners. you watched her irises flick to your lips too. sasha continued, ignoring her brown hair as it fell against her cheek, not worth sparing any attention from you.

“is that okay?” she asked you directly, her palm hesitantly hovering over your jaw. her pink blush and shy smile contrasted her confident question, and your lungs couldn’t bear the heat of the air shared between you. “can i kiss you now?”

the words were lost on you, and after a second you nodded. a nod so slight if sasha’s focus weren’t intently on you maybe she wouldn’t have noticed.

her hand collapsed onto your jaw and she lurched forward, practically moving into your lap as her lips met yours. time felt still as sasha surrounded your lap with her thighs, teasingly bounced and sucked the air from your chest.

as quickly as she kissed you she pulled away, the ghost of her lips a faint tingle, the heat from her proximity still stimulating the tissue. her forehead rested against yours, could feel her hot breath swirling with yours.

“you’re definitely better,” she whispered, the disturbance pushing air against the still tickled skin. she looked at you, cross-eyed from just how close you were. “but we should keep going…” her lips were brushing yours, the sensitive tissue tingling. “just to be sure.”

hange

maybe you were a little jealous of their glasses, for sitting so cleanly and nicely on their face, for the way they were constantly touching and resetting the wire to sit properly and comfortably.

hange pushed their glasses up the bridge of their nose and presented the card: “act out any sex position you want to try or drink twice.”

the bottom frame of the glasses covered the awkward blush, but the shy glance to the side was on display, accentuated by the lens. the lick of their lips turned into a bite to relieve tension, and you found yourself heating up and your heart beating faster at the idea.

their curiosity always got the better of them. “actually there is one i’ve been thinking about…” hange reached for your wrists before pausing, reflecting, and settled one onto your lower thigh instead, just above your knee. “may i?”

their sparkling eyes peaked over the frame. you nodded, breathed out, “where do you want me?” and sat up eagerly, body itching to be molded. their smile was enchanting, their addiction to exploration coming to life.

“on your back on the couch,” they answered, voice heavy, contrasting the light in their eyes. you heard a soft, “please,” as you rested back, swooned as hange’s hands rearranged your legs around their hips as they crouched over you.

you brought your hand to their cheek, touched the stem of their glasses to keep them from falling. you thought of closing the gap between you.

you tilted your head slightly. “you look nice like this,” hange complimented in an awkward boldness, flicked their attention from your eyes to your lips, “i-i mean, you always look nice, but—”

levi

levi insisted you read your card first. he brushed your forearm with two fingers absentmindedly as he stared around the room—felt too hot to look right at you.

you hid your face with your palm after reviewing the prompt. “give your partner a lap dance or drink once.” you reciprocated the lack of eye contact, found it hard to lift your stare from the card and redirect your attention from the rumble in your belly.

the shuffling and bending in the couch cushion brought your attention to the shifting body before you. the short man was starting to stand, the lifted weight off the couch making the cushion you sat on feel lighter.

then his hands were on your thighs, dragging you onto your tailbone and low back so your crotch was presented to the air. his firm grip dug into the undersides of your knees, pushed back until your kneecaps were above your shoulder blades.

your lips were parted, eyes just about quadrupled in size. “wh-wha— levi, i—”

his eyes were calm, soothed the nervousness at his sudden action. “baby,” he cooed, exhaled in amusement. levi leaned into you, nosing around your ears and neck as he brought one knee to the couch. “i’m just doing what the card said.”

your heart stopped beating as the blood settled on your skin once you watched and felt levi’s crotch rhythmically dip into yours, blushed furiously once his bulge barely graced your presented crotch.

“levi!” you squealed at the feeling of his tongue against your nape, closed your eyes because the sight was unraveling your guts and burning your insides. “it was my card!”

his shirt was discarded to the floor. levi took your hand and guided it to his savannah hot, sculpted abdomen. he thrusted his hips back towards yours, wiggled slightly for the performance factor, smiled widely as your fingers dipped into the ridges.

your hand stopped exploring his abs, stayed close like a ghost once levi’s beloved stare was demanding yours. he grunted with rhythmic grinds against your hip, spoke between exerted breaths and a naughty smirk, “oh, i was just obeying orders.”

#thanks for the request anon <3 #hope i did it justice #jjkeremika #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #erwin x reader smut #hange zoe x reader #hange x reader #sasha braus x reader #sasha x reader #armin x reader #armin arlert smut #erwin smith smut #levi ackerman smut #sasha braus smut #hange zoe smut #aot headcanons

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avianii · 3 months

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a rendered @calkale sketch <3

#hope i did it justice #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #aviiart #calkaleart

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gael-garcia · 6 months

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يد إلهية Divine Intervention (2002), dir. Elia Suleiman

watch

#يد إلهية #divine intervention #Yadon ilaheyya #elia suleiman #manal khader #palestinian cinema #palestine #intifada #albertserra #dailyworldcinema #mizoguchi #filmtag #filmgifs #filmedit #if any scene deserved the over 10gif photoset...#its this!#hope i did it justice #gifs

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c-t-r-l14 · 1 month

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“Marlboros, Choco-Vanillia Lattes with pralines, Vivienne Westwood, Tyler The Creator, MF Doom, Leather Jackets, Doc Martens and the stars.

Elias’ favorite things never change.

It was so cool for someone like me, who keeps changes their mind.”

#zsakuva #sakuverse #sakuversefanart #sakuverseart #elias zsakuva #I love him you guys have no idea #Also this took me a whole week to do Jesus Christ #But it was worth it fr #I am very proud of this.#As you can see it was my first time shading leather and drawing boots 💀#Hope I did it justice #Also if you get the reference you get a cookie and a hug and kiss from me

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ghostlychief · 10 months

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I am on my hands and knees BEGGING for a Joel and Ellie type relationship with Captain John Price and reader oneshot (and fic recs if anyone knows of any). Like the found family shit, I live for it. 😭

thanks for requesting! hope you enjoy

John Price/reader; Joel and Ellie type relationship

wc: 800+

warnings: none

You were running. You don’t think you’ve ever run this fast before in your life, but you had to get away. Your lungs were on fire, and your shins ached as you pushed yourself further through the forest.

Unfortunately, you could still hear the footsteps of the infected behind you. You frantically looked around looking for any hiding spot you could find some respite from your marathon.

Your eyes caught sight of some sort of crevasse in the ground, which was partly covered by the large roots of the tree it was under.

Bingo.

You sprinted in that direction, and slide yourself under the roots and brush. Tucking your knees up against your chest you waited for them to find you.

Though, that moment never came. You sighed and leaned your head back, finally catching your breath.

You reach in your pack digging around in it and you realize you’re running low on supplies. You didn’t really want to leave the confines this burrow, but you knew you had to keep going.

Lifting yourself out of the hole, you quietly step out of the cover, and look around, listening for any signs of the infected near you. You seem to be in the clear, they must have moved on.

You had a general idea of where you were going, but you took our map out just in case. You’re trying your best not to make any noise as you continue through the woods. You’re hoping to come across a road which will hopefully lead to a town.

You may have been walking for 30 minutes or so when you hear a screech off into the distance. By now, you know damn well who made that sound and sweat drips down your temple. You put your map away and take out your hand gun.

Your aim was still more or less shit, but hey, it provided you with some semblance of comfort.

The screeching gets louder and louder and before you know it, you’re running again. Every once in a while, you glance back to see if they’re still following, and yup, they are.

You were looking behind you now, and still running at a full sprint, when you slam into something hard. At first you think it’s a tree, but you realize it moved when you hit it, so definitely not a tree.

You hear, “What the fuck?”

You look up to see a man with a beard glaring down at you. He’s tall, maybe 6’2, and he has this sort of roughness about him that oddly leaves you feeling safe. He looks like he’s in his mid-forties.

“What where you’re going, yeah?” He’s still glaring at you but you don’t care.

You probably look crazy but you grasp him by the shoulders and scream, “They’re coming! Please, they’re coming.”

You see him look behind you and when his eyebrows quirk up you know that he’s seen them. Meaning, it’s only a matter of time before they reach you and this man.

“Get behind me.”

You start to say, “But-,” though he cuts you off, and with a sterner tone says, “Get behind me.”

You fight the urge to scoff but listen to the stranger, and you place yourself behind him. He slightly outstretches his arm, as if blocking you from standing beside him or in front and he raises his rifle up. You failed to notice he had one to begin with.

As the infected pour into the clearing, the loud shot of the rifle pierce through the woods, bullet after bullet as this man takes down the clan of infected.

“Damn, you really know how to shoot. Can you teach me by any chance?” He glances back at you, and your pistol is resting in your palm ad you have a hopeful smile on your face.

Making sure there’s no more infected, he finally turns around to face you. “How old are you kid?” The glare is back in his eyes as he talks down to you.

You glower back at him, “Old enough to have a gun.”

He has the audacity to scoff, “Doubt it.”

He places his hands on his hips and you hear him let out a long drawn-out sigh. “Who are you with?”

You just shake your head, “No one. I’m on my own.”

He curses under his breath.

Before he can say anything else, you jump to say, “Is there any chance you could help me get supplies? Please, I just need to get some more water and matches. Then I’ll be out of your hair.” He lets out another sigh.

This man really likes to sigh, you think.

He shifts on his feet, contemplating your ask. “Fine. But then we’re done.”

You grant him a big smile, “What’s your name?”

His gruff voice trails across the air, “Price. I go by Price.” --

#this is my first price fic lmao #hope i did it justice #john price fic #captain john price fic #inspired by Joel and Ellie #John Price imagine #John Price request #mw2 john price #mw2 price #mw2 price fic #cod john price #cod price #cod price fic #request #mw2 fic #mw2 cod fic #John price x reader #captain John price x reader

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hattiestgal · 8 months

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Let's see Riley in any one of the members of The Clash's outfits in this photo! Up to you which one!

All of the members of B,G,M! are quite avid photoshoot-doers, constantly trying to get good promo photos or otherwise just messing around and saving some good memories. The Clash was a good bit before Riley's time, but that won't stop her form appreciating their work! And after having found a top that surprisingly closely mimicked one of Riley's favorite photos of the band, they knew they had to do the same signature smolder

...Which isn't very easy when you can't keep a straight face!

#hat answers #my art #my ocs #doodle game #Riley Foxglove #LOVE THE REFERENCE PHOTO #hope i did it justice

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trulytiredhermit · 1 year

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Alright, so think about this one.

The Links just seeing the reader so.. Vulnerable.

Like i don't know about you but I've got this really deep regret that I've only ever shared to my uncle, nobody else knows about this regret to me, and everybody has that, you know? Especially the emotional stuff that makes them tear up.

That and put it to the reader, they're for real going to be crying one night when they can't sleep because they just remembered something, they remembered the thing that they did that they deeply regret, they think that nobody could hear them, they think that nobody will be able to see them in such a vulnerable state.

They think that the others would only ever see them in their calmest moments, they think that the Links have never seen them cry, which was true until that night.

And then they refused to tell the Links about it, they'll just wipe their tears off that just kept on leaving their eyes anyway, shrugged it off as them being emotional, and then tried to change the topic as best as they can, but the Links just won't.

Why are they crying? What do they absolutely regret? They are right here, they should confide in them! They should know that whatever they're feeling shouldn't be bottled up.

Just angsty in general.

*I just- oooooof

Yeah, I definitely get what you mean, I'm sure others will too. But yeah, just having those nights where everything was fine before but then you get that one thought, just that one bad thought, and you just end up spiraling and the tears won't stop.

Yeah, I've had those nights before.

So, just a warning then for people who don't like angst. There's gonna be some angst here, not a whole lot but y'know.*

All I'm imagining right now is Reader having a good, nice day with the Chain.

Having fun stirring up trouble with Wind and Wild, even getting Time to help out with some pranks on the rest of the Chain. Sitting by the campfire exchanging stories and having laughs with the Chain.

Then night hits.

And past memories and regrets come with it.

Maybe Reader feels guilty and regrets leaving their home to travel with the Chain (whether they willingly left or didn't doesn't matter, guilt doesn't care about the scenario). Or they had made a mistake in the past that they wish they could fix.

Eventually more regrets and memories start piling up; Reader isn't able to escape to their dreams anymore, sleep eludes them whilst they get eaten up by their past.

Then, as things start building up and just become too much, the tears start.

They try to be quiet, they really do.

Using their blanket, they try to muffle their sobs and gasping breaths. And while this tactic may have worked at home before, it doesn't work with the Chain.

With one person being awake and on watch they're for sure to take notice of Reader's shaking form.

The other members of the Chain wake up to the quiet sniffles and huffs. Of course, they would, having gone through so many dangerous situations they've learned to be light sleepers; to awaken when things in their environment suddenly change.

But Reader doesn't take notice of the sets of eyes on them, too busy still attempting to muffle their sounds.

Perhaps Hyrule or Wild ignites the campfire once more, suddenly illuminating the surroundings and Reader in light.

Or maybe a gentle hand caresses Reader's shoulder, taking care not to startle Reader too much, and Reader turns around to find the Chain crowding around them, concerned looks and sympathetic gazes.

The Chain would try to get Reader to talk to them about what's troubling them; tell Reader that they're always there to talk to and confide in.

But Reader brushes off their concerns and saddened looks with an "I'm fine" whilst they hurriedly wipe at their eyes. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

However, it's not nothing and the Chain are going to worry about it.

They keep up with their questions.

"Did something happen?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Was it something we said/did?"

"Did someone else make you upset?"

They continue with their comforting.

"It's okay to cry, we're here for you."

"You can tell us anything [Name]."

"It's alright, it's alright."

They bring Reader into gentle hugs, hands creating soothing patterns on Reader's back and arms. Gestures and embraces filled to the brim with enough love that it's practically overbearing, suffocating.

Maybe Reader finally breaks, sobs into the warming embrace of those around them. Talks to the Chain about their worries; alleviates the problems and thoughts clouding their mind.

The Chain are happy that Reader trusted them enough to confide in them at last, they of course tell Reader not to be afraid to cry in front of them and to no bottle up their emotions anymore.

And while Reader's cheeks may still be slightly damp from their tears, they go to bed with a soft smile on their face. Surrounded by the loving embrace of those around them.

It becomes too much.

The Chains embraces and loving words become too overbearing; too suffocating that it sends Reader into a panic; makes them go defensive.

Perhaps they push their way from the Chain with a harsh "I said I'm fine! Just drop it and leave me alone!"

They drag their bed roll away from the group, setting up further away from them next to a nearby tree.

Rolling onto their side they face away from the Chain so that the tears that streak down their cheeks won't be seen.

Not wanting to push Reader away further, the Chain back off; realize that how they went about trying to comfort Reader was wrong.

They won't drop the issue of course, but it's going to be a few days before it's ever brought up again.

They don't want to push Reader too far that they don't come back to them.

#Trulytiredhermit #Chromonomatic #linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere Linked universe x reader #First time at trying to write angst I guess #Hope I did it justice #I sprinkled in a little comfort though in that one scenario

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ficmesideways · 5 months

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Request for @sacredwarrior88 Gif Source: Hobbs / Punk Clothes

Imagine Hobbs being shocked when he sees you outside of work dressed up in an alternative, punk style and hanging out with like-minded people

------- Imagine -------

Hobbs had originally gone to the party / concert being held in the old warehouse just outside of town to look for a hacker his company had been wanting to hire. When the Hacker had not shown though he and Shaw separated, enjoying the brief time off for the evening. The drink the bartender gave him was insanely big but Hobbs took it as he wandered around the edge of the scene taking in everything. Then, he saw you.

Normally you were in crisp suits, dark rimmed glasses, and your hair pulled back tight, but now…now you were in skintight multi fabric clothing with buckles and chains. Your hair was down showing stripes of color he had never noticed. You looked breathtaking, smiling while hula hooping in the middle of the party as you talked with your friends all dressed in similar garb and swaying to the music as they listened to you talk as if you were doing nothing out of the ordinary as hula hooping in the middle of them.

#my imagines #gifs not mine #female reader #fast and the furious franchise #fast and furious imagine #luke hobbs imagine #punk #punk rock #hope i did it justice

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bluishtones · 1 year

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i am so normal about the @pa-rou deputy scar design. totally normal. not thrashing and giggling and kicking my legs at all. nope. no hair twirling and swooning. none at all, nothing to see here, totally normal. IM NORMAL!!

#my art #traditional art #gtws #gtws fanart #goodtimeswithscar #guys i lied im not normal #im so inssne over this man and this design oh my god #hope i did it justice #this was yet another work doodle so didnt get as much time on it as i wish but yknow #i love drawing pretty block men at work its my favorite activity

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liverpool-enjoyer · 1 year

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footballers reacting to their best friend and/or boyfriend crying

requested by anon!!! ty for requesting <3

leo: if leo were to see, lets say for simplicitys sake, a certain brazillian teammate of his in tears, he would immediately be like 😳 n jus kinda,,, stand there. if it were literally anyone else he'd walk away, but this is ney so he might pat him on the head (while being an arms length away) n awkwardly say some shit like "there there :|"

ney: his immediate reaction is "WHO DID THIS >:(" n hed immediately ditch leos ass to find out who (if anyone) made him this sad. he wont realize till a while later that maybe leaving leo alone while hes like this ISNT the best idea, so he'd find him again n try to distract him by talking nonstop n telling funny stories :))

milly: hes an empathetic king. he considers literally lfc player his best friend, so if any of em were crying hed ask if they wanna talk abt it, n even if they dont he'll jus sit with em, unless they say they wanna be left alone.

luka: if it were anyone else crying, hed go all mother hen n ask whats wrong n if they want anything, but the sight of sergio in tears is something he never thought he'd see. he honestly doesnt know what to say so he jus kinda,,, sits w him. honestly? he'd probly be pretty upset n sergio would end up comforting him instead.

virgil: when he sees ali in tears he doesnt rlly know what to do tbh, so he gets klopp or milly, whoever he finds first n hes like "yeahh alisson looks pretty upset you should probly check up on him :/" n the whole lfc family gets involved.

haaland: walks into a room, sees jude or kevin or whoever crying, leaves. not cause hes cold or uncaring or anything he jus has no idea how tf to deal with that.

sergio: similar to ney, takes the "who did this i am going to find whoever made lukita cry n make them wish they were never born" approach. goes through with it, and ends up committing several geneva convention violations.

luis: oh hes such a big brother. if leo or ney is crying he'll be there for them in the moment until theyre better, THEN he'll go ham on whoever he has to.

kdb: hes a tough love guy. if he catches haaland crying during training, he'll tell him to toughen up n finish training, even tho hes his friend. after training he can talk abt his feelings or whatever

klopp: easily the best in this situation. like milly, everyone in lfc is his best friend, n he knows how to comfort each of them individually. he knows whether or not every player wants space, whether they want a pep talk, or a distraction, or a shoulder to cry on, n every one of his players comfort snacks. n you bet your ASS everyones getting Klopp Hugs

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