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Reflections
I stood before the mirror, studying the artwork left behind on my skin. Hues of violet, crimson, and rose bloomed across the curves of my backsideâfading petals of a night still echoing in my body. I let my fingers trail gently over each mark, mapping their stories. Each one had a shape, a feeling, a memory.
They werenât just bruises. They were reminders.
I closed my eyes and heard his voice again, low and certain:
âEvery time you sit down, youâre going to think of me.â
But what he didnât knowâwhat he couldnât have knownâwas that Iâd think of him in far more moments than that. When I walked. When I breathed. When I looked at myself and saw where heâd once been. He thought heâd marked my body. He didnât realize heâd branded my spirit.
There was pride in those marks. Each one was a gift I chose to receive. The ache, the burn, the test of enduranceâthey were all part of something greater. They werenât just signs of pain, but of connection. Of surrender. Of trust.
And even now, with miles between us, I felt him. In the sting that still lingered beneath my skin. In the quiet pulse that stirred when I traced those fading lines.
I turned, catching the red and pink stripes across my torso. They were sharp and raw from the bite of his whip, each one precise, deliberate. I remembered the way they landedâhow they made my breath catch, my toes curl. How they pushed me to the edge and dared me to let go. I almost had. But I didnât.
I stayed.
And later, when his mouth met those tender places, when he kissed every mark as if in reverence, I felt worshipped.
Now, standing here alone, a soft sadness settled in me. I knew theyâd soon vanish. The colors would fade. The lines would blur. But the feelingâthat would remain. His presence lived deeper than skin.
He didnât just leave marks on my body.
He left them inside me.
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Thereâs something untamed in being a woman with needs. With wants. With aching desires that thrum just beneath the surface.
To be touched. To be seen. To be devoured with intention. Not simply lovedâbut consumed. Thereâs power in that, but also surrender. Because with itâwith that tether to something real, I soften. I bloom. I remember what it feels like to be alive in my skin, to be wanted in ways that make me stay.
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If your life is horrible and you need a new source of meaning and direction.... Do NOT find religion. Learn to identify plants.
#Me Fein#There is a terrifying worldwide shortage of people who know how to identify bramble/blackberry species.#We haven't sorted out dandelions yet#Or nettles#Getting to know your neighbours changes your life#You're no longer alone! Rubis fruitcosus is there.#Plus if you're under 40 you will suddenly be admired and lauded by old ppl who share your hobby and thought no one gave a shit anymore#Botany#Plants#When u write things about botany you can be assured they will be read by weirdos for centuries to come#Or if the text is lost itd loss will be mourned by weirdos for decades to come
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What was considered peak masculinity back in the 2000s is now considered as little meow meow energy in 2024

This clearly shows how far we've progressed and become even more improved versions of ourselves.


As for this godly man, he's still as fiery and yet so sweet even two decades later, if not more, as he was all those years ago.
#keeping us captivated since 2000#logan and hugh are synonymous now#this man deserves the entire universe#deadpool and wolverine#x men#deadpool 3#logan james howlett#wade wilson#poolverine#deadclaws#loganpool#imagine your otp#otp prompts#writing promt#hugh jackman#ryan reynolds#old man yaoi#deadpool x wolverine#marvel memes#mischievous thunder
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I have finally finished season 2 of Arcane and can now enjoy your art without fear!!! They should be happy together đ„ș
I take it "they" means zaundads because that is what I've been drawing the most BUT, lets be honest, applies to like 98% of the characters in the show.
They should've been a big happy familyyyy
#my art#sketchy sketch#arcane#zaundads#silco#vander#arcane powder#arcane jinx#arcane vi#arcane mylo#arcane claggor#poor silco having to deal with so many kids that arent powder/jinx#mylo is gonna get his ass beat if claggor can't save him#powder is just a little monkey on vander lol#silco is going to move if the kids aint gonna leave#he has to write angry letters to thr council again#thanks to the commissions I was able to buy a news screen on my pen tablet#but before it arrives I am using my old janky ass galaxy tab for art so drawing is so much slower#but after Christmas I hope I am back to using my better one#thats my queue to leave
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8 year old freshly adopted Dick, throwing the moths and flies he caught on Patrol directly at Bruce's face: I got you dinner!
Bruce, who was just bombarded with insects: Chum?!
Dick, smiling cheerfully: Bats eat insects!
Bruce:
Dick: I just read it in a book
Bruce:
Bruce: Bats also eat fruits and nectar
Dick: So you're a fruity bat?
Bruce:
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Dick, throwing an apple at him the next day: Dinner!
Bruce:
#Stupid headcanon but when Dick was a freshly adopted 8 year old who had just found out that his new dad was Batman(or that batman existed)#this should've happened#scenes I'd write in batman part two if i was allowed to#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#batman#nightwing#battinson#incorrect batfamily quotes#dc robin#robin#incorrect batfam#incorrect batman quotes#i love typing bruce:#because his children just make him speechless it's so funny#and yes dick was also calling him gay
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GirlpoolâBefore the World Was Big // memorial bench quoting Toni Morrison's Sula // @inanotherunivrse // Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You // Zadie Smith, Swing Time // Fall Out BoyâThe Kids Aren't Alright // Audrey Emmett // Mikko Harvey, "For M" // Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) // Langston Hughes, "Poem"
#theme: old friends#web weaving#webs#web weave#poetry#prose#aesthetic#prose poetry#literature#art#book quotes#novels#novel quotes#books#quotes#words#reading#friendship#on friendship#writing#inspo#parallels#compilation#song lyrics#poems and poetry#poems#langston hughes#on love#nostalgia
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old man!nanami found himself stressed these days. with his grown brat kids, and his pregnant wife who was a needy little thing he didnât know where to put his time. so he shared it out equally. sitting back in the brunch spot at the country club he was already on his second glass of scotch.
he was getting a migraine at his daughters whines. âdaddy sheâs too young!â âdaddy weâre in our thirties! you canât just start over!â he sighed drinking the drink and watching how her no backbone husband comforted her, because he surly couldnât. he drunk his drink and gave them their time, listening to the complaints thatâs been happening for six months and heâs only been married to you for four.
but with every headache came an angel who knew just how to fix the problem. sitting in his favorite leather red chair in the lavish living room with portraits of you and your husband everywhere, your body worked up and down his curved cock. âjust what i needed darlingâ he groaned at how you wrapped around him perfectly. every sound your cunt made as he fucked up into you, and your pretty moans that sounded so desperate.
âb-best cock e-verrhmmâ nanami moved his hand around to pinch your puffy clit as he continued to stuff you. your belly bulged with his new generation growing inside of you making you glow. not to mention your appetite for sex that old man!nanami thought he couldnât keep up with - but you somehow got him to be worse than you.
âthatâs right baby. only cock that can feed this hungry pussy.â slapping your cunt a large amount of cream seeped out of you, making a mess on nanami. his dick jerked at the beautiful sight. balls tighten as his teeth gritted and eyes shut tight. âc-canât hold it.â the back of his head hit the seat as he balls emptied out all the pent up aggression and stress he had to offer. your cunt was stuffed. so full, and wet. tight and warm. you came so hard that you loss your breath, big breast heaving up and down for air.
thatâs how sex was with old man!nanami. out of this world, and maybe if he came home like this all the time he could spend everyday with the kids who hated you!
#â writings!#nanami x chubby reader#nanami x black!reader#nanami x reader#nanami smut#old man nanami!#nanami kento x black reader#nanami kento smut#nanami kento x reader#jjk x chubby reader#jjk x black reader#jjk x plus size reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x black reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#anime x chubby reader#anime smut#anime x black!reader
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older bf!toji is a sucker for you. especially when you both pass out after a long night of being lost in each otherâs bodies and (barely) wake up to resume your passion.
tojiâs eyes arenât even open yet, his mind barely conscious, but his body can easily sense yours on top of him. youâre half-asleep yourself and yet your hips are moving on their ownâgrinding against his pelvis with slowed movements. his half-hard dick is still buried inside your warm cunt, having cockwarmed him to sleep.
â. . . mmh, shit,â toji groans in that sexy morning voice of his. he doesnât bother opening his eyes, his hands instinctively coming to rest on the curves of your ass to guide your shallow thrusts.
his eyelashes flutter, his biceps flexing as he squeezes your plump cheeks lazily. ânasty little girl. canât even wait âtil i wake up properly,â the older man delivers a soft smack to your ass before soothing the sting with a rub.
he opens his eyes barely halfway, yet enough to look down at you snuggled against his bare chest. he huffs - almost condescendingly but with a subtle hint of affection. youâre seemingly more unconscious than conscious, still lost in deep slumber. despite that, your hips donât stop their hypnotic up and down rhythm.
âso addicted to my dick got âer ridinâ me in her sleep,â toji mumbles to himself before closing his eyes once more. his hands never stop massaging your hips and rear, silently encouraging you to continue.
thereâs nothing better than getting his dick wet by his gorgeous young girlfriend first thing in the morning.
certainly a great way to start the day.

#sttoru writes.#foudn another old draft!! and revamped it âđœ#jjk smut#toji smut#jjk x reader#toji x reader#toji fushiguro smut#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#toji x you#toji x y/n#female reader#jjk x female reader
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12 Year Old Me Knew How to Cook

#writings#old writings#theisolator#old work#writing#mywritings#sketches#writingsketeches#old stuff#randomstuff#walkdownmemorylane
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Leon trying to get Merlin out and succeeding(at last!)
Merlin complaining
Cafe

The inspiration meme
#the long suffering besties#Merlin's moral support#when merlin feels down he always takes his old form and grumbles about everything to leon#they don't talk about past much but from time to time leon asks about lake#yeah i again forgot what i wanted to write but that's it#bbc merlin#merlin#merleon#is that merleon? who knows#sir leon#merlin emrys
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That's the way gays find their multiversal true love
#wade and logan chose to speedrun the stages of courtship#it probably started accidentally#but when they reached the final stage they were already in love#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#wade wilson#james logan howlett#poolverine#deadclaws#peanutbub#old man yaoi#imagine your otp#otp prompts#writing promt#marvel memes#mcu avengers edits#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#deadpool x wolverine#mischievous thunder
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HAPPY LATE VALENTINE'S DAY! Have some old men and their back handed flirting â€ïžđ€
Collab with @ukulilyjane đ„° they wrote it, I drew it~
#radioapple#appleradio#alastor#lucifer morningstar#lucifer magne#hazbin hotel#dingbatsy#my art#ukulilyjane#their writing#we just love old men who suck at feelings#they say one thing#and are in complete denial of what they actually mean#theyre down bad for eachother#and you know what you do with feelings like that?#BURY IT DEEPER
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to me itâs an inherent truth that ghost is socially âuglyâ
scars that are uneven and pucker skin because he had hastily sewn lacerations together. burn scars on his back and hands, with skin that wrinkles like haphazard gills across his abdomen. blonde hair gene that makes his eyelashes and eyebrows near invisible. a crooked, broken nose that hardly works unless he brings whatever smells right to his nostrils.
and it wasnât a sob story. heâs wasnât insecure because to him it really isnât all that important. at the end of the day the body heâs been put in sleeps, eats, and kills. fucks good, if it feels like it. thatâs all heâs ever needed.
itâs not until you come into the picture, domestically enough, that he does start to care.
starts small, like checking if there was anything in his teeth, or smoothing out that one hair that likes to plant itself over his forehead.
the trivial, small details that furrow in between his ironed apathy.
then, insecurity blooms. found where one scar begins and the next ends. he stops lingering at the mirror, and wears thicker clothes because âlondonâs fuckinâ freezinâ. keeps his eyes trained ahead when you shop downtown, so he doesnât catch a glimpse of himself next to you in the store windows.
doesnât realize how bad it had gotten until you, who had picked up on his lack of subtly and libido, asked him to take a bath.
with you.
and suddenly heâs rendered a quiet, awkward bastard in your flat bathroom, that is much too small for him.
you run the water to a boil and put relaxing salts in while he strips. he sits down with his mouth in a firm line because what the fuck is he supposed to say when his bird massages shampoo into his hair and hums a song that isnât his favorite but becomes one when she kisses his cheek while at the chorus.
watches with wavering interest as bubbles form from the soap and the water begins to cool. hasnât said a word since you started the strange routine that makes him feel raw and vulnerable in a way that he characterizes as childish.
âyouâre so handsome, si.â
youâre swiping lotion onto his face. he hadnât even realized youâd been staring.
âwhat?â
you laugh and swipe a thumb under his crooked nose, over the cleft lip. fingers trace the scar that runs up his cheek.
you hold his ugly in your hands. and you find himâŠhandsome. heâs seen a liar and you canât be one for the life of you. it disturbs him, that whatever comes from you lips isnât just a compliment, but an observation.
what a foreign thing, to be given someoneâs truth so easily.
the room gets quiet aside from the foam whispers and sputter of water when his legs shift.
âI said,â you kiss him gently, âI think youâre handsome.â
the apathy to his appearance never returns. however, the harshness is retired for however long you continue to hold him.
he will be whatever you want him to, and if that means heâs handsome, then a good place to start is believing you when you tell him so.
#sorry for the absence#Iâve been clawing at my old writing stamina to come back#itâs not working#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simom riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#ghost x reader
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'look at me' 18+
oneshot - logan can't fuck like he used to, but you don't care. you get on top, gladly taking care of him in return. (2k words) pairing - logan howlett (logan 2017) x gn!reader tags: pre-established relationship, doggy style, penetration, dom!logan, reader rides logan, filthy talking logan, he talks you through it, rough, praise kink, cursing, mutual orgasm, choking, 'use your words', unprotected sex, creampie, sweet ending
logan can't keep up like he used to, but he still fucks you like a man possessed when he's able, like a rabid animal - hips bucking, muscles flexing, baring his teeth as he takes you.
his rough, calloused and scarred hands grip your waist, contrasting against your soft skin. that veiny length makes quick work of your needy hole, just like you wanted.
moments before, you'd teased him for the tent in his blue jeans. logan had cocked a smirk, that same signature smirk that always renders you weak at the knees as he began unbuckling his belt, taking his sweet time. you would wait, he knew you'd wait, you were good for him like that. the distinct sound of the clinking metal and the unsheathing of leather caused a shiver to run down your spine, a throbbing in your core. you needed him just as much as he needed you.
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it wasn't fair, how he could tell as soon as he entered a room just how much you wanted him. he could smell it, smell your arousal clear as day, he'd teased you about it so many times. the scent fills his mind every time, makes his cock twitch in his boxers, the need to have you almost overwhelming.
your soft wanting moans drift to his ears, one of his palms sliding up to the base of your spine as he keeps you firmly bent over on the bed, fucking into you with purpose. rough grunting spills from his lips, your head turning to catch his eye, watching as beads of sweat form on his forehead. chest rising and falling, logan grits his teeth.
"this what you wanted, huh?" he grunts, his sentence punctuated with a particularly harsh thrust that knocks the wind from both of you, "you wanted my cock? hm? just couldn't fuckin' help but tease and tease. . ."
you whine, gripping the sheets in front of you as the room fills with the lewd sound of skin on skin. he always liked it rough, plus - you'd known logan long enough to know how he liked to channel his anger into sex. and he was fucking good at it. you'd take it, again and again, as harsh as he wanted to give. because you knew that as soon as you were done, he'd be scrambling to pepper soft kisses along your neck, praising you for how good you'd been for him.
his thrusts falter, and you reach back to take his wrist in your hand in a comforting gesture. the harsh panting tells you all you need to know, his grip on you fading. but it's alright, you know how to take care of him, too. you tug at his wrist and after a brief moment of hesitation, he pulls out and lays beside you, looking almost defeated.
your hips find their home atop his and you nestle against him, slowly grinding back and forth on his length. his hands immediately search for your thighs, pawing at the flesh as he looks up at you. you drink in his expression, the way he's looking at you through his heavy eyelids, his scarred, sweaty bare chest rising and falling harshly.
"let me take care of you. . ." you whisper, your hands sliding up across the feverish skin on his chest, threading through the hair that grows there.
he licks his lips, attempting to protest "but i-"
"shhhh. . ." you shake your head, inching upwards to brush his leaking tip against your entrance and he hisses at the contact, "i said let me take care of you. . ."
you sink down on his cock, gasping as he fills you once more - at this point, you've memorised every vein on that thing. you love how he fills you so completely, how you almost, almost struggle to take him in all the way.
"fuck. . ." he huffs, his eyes fluttering shut as he grasps your thighs, sinking into the bed. he hates it, hates how fucking tired he gets nowadays. but damn if you don't look like the prettiest little thing bouncing on his cock like that.
and you want to comfort him, to let him know that it's okay. you'd ride him every night if he'd let you, but he always insists that he can do it, that he can still go as hard and as fast as he used to all those years ago. fast or slow, it didn't bother you, as long as you had logan, you'd be happy, content with even a passing glance from him in your direction.
"look so pretty up there. . ." he coos breathlessly, watching you bounce, his hand snaking up to rest on your stomach as he admires you.
you moan, tilting your head back - and he groans in response, dick twitching desperately, aching to fill you as his hips buck against your movements. he loves watching you ride him like this, watching as you take control, set the pace you want.
the rough hand on your stomach drifts upwards, finding its home around your neck, gently still. but even the soft grip has you reeling, gripping his wrist. you know he still wants to feel some control, that it wasn't because he was losing energy that he was on his back, no. . . it was a choice.
and you indulge him, working down over his cock with your tight hole, clamping around him as your hips meet his over and over. he's groaning, grumbling, eyes fluttering shut as he's lost in the way you take him.
"logan, look at me. . ." you whisper pleadingly, nails digging into his chest, fingertips tracing across the scars there.
immediately his eyes open to lock onto yours, and when he sees you? fuck, he needs more. he uses his grip on your throat to pull you down into a deep kiss, breathing heavily through his nose as his tongue delves into your mouth. you love how much more experienced he is than you, how he makes quick work of you every fucking time, has you a mess for him, opening up to him in every way you can.
"yeah. . . that's it. . ." he grumbles against your lips, kissing you with a fierce passion that borders on animalistic between words, "keep workin' that cock, keep bouncin', you're doin' so well."
you clench around him at those very words, unable to even think straight with his tongue shoved into your mouth and his cock stuffed deep inside you. he's taking you in every way you'll give yourself to him. even with him on his back and with half his energy he's still able to have you squirming.
and the praise, the fucking praise. logan knows just how to talk to you to make you melt. he'll fuck you roughly, desperately pumping his dick into you whilst whispering that you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen into your ear. he'll have you split in half with his thick arms hooked around your legs whilst telling you that you're so good for him, calling you sweet pet names that contrast his rough movements.
that voice of his, gravely, deep, rumbling. you can't think straight when he talks to you this way.
"such a sweet little thing," he groans, his hand on your thigh snaking around to give your ass a quick slap before grabbing a handful. light work for him considering the size of his hands - don't even get him started on what he likes to do with those. . .
you call his name, whimpering against his lips as you try to keep up with his kisses all while riding him. your mind is blank, slamming your hips down against him as he bucks up, meeting your thrusts - sending him deeper and deeper.
his hand on your neck traces along your skin to grip the back of your head, feeling as his digits spread across your scalp. "fuuuuuck," he groans, "can feel how tight you are, you're gonna cum, huh?" logan asks, though it's less of a question and more of a statement. he knows your body better than you do.
you nod, whimpering pathetically, inches from his lips.
eyes darting from your mouth, up into your gaze, he grins, "use your words, c'mon. i asked you a question."
"yes logan, yes, fuck- i'm gonna cum!" you cry out, tilting your hips as you chase that high he wants to give you.
with his mouth open, he pants, watching you above him with a keen fascination as your face contorts in pleasure. slowly, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. his favourite thing in the world is to watch you come undone around him, the way your eyes roll back, your pulse quickening under his fingertips.
"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon. . ." he growls, rutting into you from below, feeling as you spasm around his hard, girthy length, "if you cum, i'll cum nice and deep inside you, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"logan. . ." you whine, a clear yes. your head dips down to press against his shoulder, unable to keep yourself upright with the intensity of it all.
he chuckles and it's like music to your ears, loving those rare little noises of his - treasuring the sounds he makes while enjoying you.
both hands are back on your hips now, guiding you, slamming you down onto him as you gasp with each thrust, "c'mon. . . give me what i want, what we both want - make a mess for me."
his words hit you like a command, a call to arms - you will cum for him, make a mess of him and his sheets. you're calling his name into the skin of his neck as you cry out, feeling the orgasm beginning to tear through you.
and he can feel it, feel how you convulse and clamp down on his dick, causing him to gasp. he's moaning, groaning, words catching at the back of his throat as he tries to continue to talk you through it - but he can't. you're fucking him too good, he's gonna cum too.
ropes and ropes of white hot cum fill you, pushed deeper and deeper by his faltering thrusts as his dick twitches with each spray. you gasp, writhing against him as he holds you firmly in place, pulling you down one last time and holding you there as he empties into you completely.
you're whimpering, whining, body jerking as the intensity increases as you roll your hips, riding out the last of your orgasm until you're both left a panting, sweaty mess.
"holy fuck. . ." he whispers into the air, closing his eyes to centre himself, world spinning.
meanwhile, you can't even talk, can't even think about forming words, mind instead occupied with feeling his hot cum dripping out of you.
logan pets the back of your head, stroking your hair gently in an attempt to help you come back into the moment. he wants to thank you, but that's never been his strong suit. instead, he kisses the crown of your head, peppering kisses down along your forehead as he hooks his thumb and forefinger under your chin to bring your face closer to his.
he looks into your hazy, exhausted eyes, his own gaze full of love and appreciation. this is what he lives for - watching you bathe in the afterglow, being lucky enough to look into your eyes every day, being blessed enough to have you here like this.
you greet him with a sleepy, almost bashful smile.
he smiles too, and god, butterflies blossom deep within your stomach. you love him, you love him tired, you love him angry, you love him grumpy, you love him on his back, on top - whatever, you just love him.
"you're too good for me," he whispers as his lips find your forehead once more.
you know those words are his way of saying thanks, but you shake your head in protest, "stop that, not another word."
logan looks into your eyes, really looks at you, those soft hazel hues meeting your gaze. he simply smiles in silence as his hand drifts to your cheek.
the room falls into a comfortable silence, and you wonder how logan ever let you this close. but you don't care, all you care about is taking care of him.
and you will, for as long as he lets you.
#my writing#wolverine x reader#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x fem!reader#logan howlett x f!reader#wolverine smut#logan howlett x you#logan howlett smut#wolverine fanfiction#the wolverine#wolverine#logan howlett x y/n#logan howlett#deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#james howlett#deadpool 3#deadpool movie#james logan howlett#x men#xmen fanfiction#x men movies#marvel x reader#marvel#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#marvel comics#marvel mcu#hugh jackman#old man logan
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