That damn octopus,” Tony spat, gesturing at the marks on his skin. Now that Steve could look closely, there were more of them than he’d originally thought, on Tony’s arms, and even his face, on his jawline. “It keeps trying to—to make out with me or something!” Tony said, waving his arms and sounding what Steve thought was appropriately horrified. “It wants to cuddle.”
this fic you guys this fic omggg
fake marriage!!! namor creeping on steve!!! tentacles!!!
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