#Namor headcanons

[cherry-pop-elf]

You should like, totally write for Namor because he's so cool and silly!!

Like I just know he's affectionate when you're close to him, doesn't even have to be romantic (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Oh my goodness what a suprise!

Wink wink nudge nudge

Oh hell yeah he would. May or may not have drafts already but what’s some random headcanons? Hm~?

Let us see

Namor in a new relationship headcanons

Yeah when he is first told you want to take things to the next level he might have tried to stab you because he thought you were Loki pulling a real cruel trick on him. His name is Namor for a reason. He was cursed by many to ‘never be loved’ so yeah. Can you blame him? Also that maybe Reed set up some kind of plan to make him fuck off from Sue. Iykyk

Once the miscommunication is properly dealt with he’s still gonna be processing a lot. Someone loves him? Like fr? He will try and hide it but he can’t help but be anxious. That it’s all a lie somehow. But you don’t blame him a single second and will remind him a billion times a day that it’s real. It’ll never be annoying to you because you knew EXACTLY what you were signing up for after all!

Once there is time for him to adjust to the new relationship he’s uh. Oh man you thought he was a sweetheart before now? Oh man you are gonna understand why Sue Storm ever thought maybe sleeping with the fishes wasn’t such a bad idea

He’s always been a flirty guy, sure, but oh man it’s getting explosive now. Every action he does feels so full of love. From as simple as holding your hand to help you step over a curb to bringing you flowers from the deepest trenches of the sea. He’s gonna make sure every second you exist makes you aware that you are utterly adored

The type of guy to send you a good morning text and a good night text type shit if you two aren’t able to spend time physically together

The way he will be the Ariel to your Eric is just so precious. How easy it is for him to stare at you and zone out from that. Oh the amount of times you’ve caught him doing so is hard to keep track of! He does his best to not let you distract him from important meetings, but he’s still busted for side eying you

One of his favorite things is certainly just existing with you. Just to lay in a pool of water and watch you from afar. Admire you like a work of art. Even when you don’t notice him he notices you. You are so utterly loved from a single hair to your head to the way your eyes wrinkle from a smile. It’s utterly adored

Sure as hell gonna make it clear to anyone who so much as brings up their own relationship. He will brag and brag and brag. Yeah he’s projecting alot given what those colonists did, but trauma be trauma

The honeymoon phase kinda uh. Never stops. He’s going to love you just as much the moment his eyes found you to the days your hair goes grey and your joints ache. That passion in his eyes will never fade.

You are his Amor. And he’s your Namor. Forever and always

[demigoddessqueens]

TLC (aka sick) headcanons

A/N: not so much angst, but I’d had an idea about the more caring side of Namor because he just cares a lot 🥺💕💞🥹

You feel the heat creeping on your skin. Goose flesh begins to form on your skin even when you feel flushed. A slight weakness consumes your body, leaving no desire to leave your shared chambers

If you’re sick….

Namor was more concerned than usual when he noticed

Touching your forehead and feeling its heat worries him, even more when there’s a low groan from you

“Beloved, are you unwell? You feel different…” a small weak nod is his only answer

That’s it. If there’s anything of major concern, it’s put on the back because you need him more (and he wants to devote his time to you)

Every treatment and remedy is scoured for your benefit

The one time Namor remembers having an ailment from childhood, his mother hummed one of her lullabies that he drifted off to sleep to

So he’ll hum the same for you as you drift off to sleep in his arms

If he is sick….

First off, if this does happen, it is rare even for him!!

BUT I do feel he’s the type to be clingy, a bit whiny for your attention if he is sick

“Something just feels better, especially when you are present.”

Wants you by all the time, even if the healers try to escort you out

Insists you stay by his side all the time (why leave? To him, you practically live here too🥺)

If you’re able to, pls rub his back or temple/forehead massages because it soothes him

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

Ooo is anyone that writes for Namor interested in writing this request??🤔🤔 It’s a Dad!Namor request!

(platonic/dad!) Namor oneshot where Namor finds a little human/surface dweller girl (around 5-6 years old) who has nowhere to go, and takes her in as his own? Maybe she had been wandering around the beach, and found some of the fruit from Talokan, and maybe it happens to have the Vibranium herb infused in it, she eats it (not knowing that it had the Vibranium herb in it and what it can do) she transforms and suddenly can’t breathe air, running into the water purely on instinct, and she of course, can now breathe underwater. She’s shook and also terrified, but also amazed, ending up swimming around not really knowing what to do or what was happening, when Namor finds her and realizes what happened (that this little surface dweller ingested Vibranium herb and transformed, therefore only being able to breathe in water). He takes her to Talokan, and adopts her as his own? + her one day calling him “daddy” and him getting super emotional 🥺

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

AHHH THIS MAN

husband namor headcanons

Namor is the most loyal and devoted husband. He would do anything for you. To see you smile. It is a gift in his life to make you happy

Want a massage? He'll do it. Want a drink? He'll get or make you one. Want the entire world? He would make sure to make it happen.

He never lies to you. If he has a problem, he'll always let you know. Though that doesn't happen often cause he sees you as the most perfect woman he's ever held.

You guys would make sure to take some time outside of royal duties to spend time together. After all, a husband who is a king has to treat you like royalty as his queen.

Namor would 100% wanna have kids with you. But he would never pressure you into having them unless you felt ready to. He'd rub over your stomach sometimes, just imagining a little version of the two of you combined laying in there.

He would endure your bad jokes:

"What do you call a fake koi fish?"

"Well... a fish?"

"A de koi!"

Namor proceeds to tackle you and lay on top of you for 10 minutes to assert his dominance.

He would teach you how to paint and would guide your hand as you painted along the walls.

He would also teach you Yucatec Mayan if you were from the surface world. He was so excited when he found out you were eager to learn it.

If anyone said anything wrong about you, he would defend you every time. Namor is just as loyal to you as his husband.

If you were on your period, he would 100% be by your side the whole time and get you anything you needed.

Namor would shower you with gifts since you had him wrapped around your finger. He is just so down bad for you.

[urdreamydoodles]

MARVEL COMICS CHARACTERS x FEM!READER

Marvel Comics Characters Receiving a Dirty Picture from You in Public

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Loki, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Matthew Murdock, Frank Castle, Marc Spector, Johnny Storm, Reed Richards, Felicia Hardy, Stephen Strange, Namor, Johnny Blaze, Eddie Brock / Venom, T'Challa & Elektra Natchios

God, I love Marvel Comics...

Peter Parker aka. Spider-Man

Peter has been through a lot. He’s fought villains, lost people he’s loved, and carried the weight of responsibility since he was a kid. But nothing—not Venom, not Doctor Octopus, not the Green Goblin—has ever hit him as hard as opening his phone and seeing you.

He’s perched upside-down on a fire escape, mid-stakeout with Daredevil, when his phone buzzes. He barely glances at it at first, assuming it’s an update from MJ or the Bugle. But then—his Spidey-Sense misfires. His stomach drops. And suddenly, he’s scrambling so fast that he almost falls off the fire escape.

“...Parker?” Matt’s voice is suspicious, brow furrowing beneath the red mask. Peter clutches his phone like a lifeline, heat rushing to his face, his entire body going rigid. “Uh—nope! Nothing’s wrong! Totally fine! Just, uh—gotta—go!” Before Matt can say another word, Peter web-slings away, heart pounding.

Later, in his apartment, he stares at the image, biting his lip so hard he might draw blood. Then, fumbling with his phone, he types back: You cannot just drop this on me in the middle of a mission. I almost DIED. You’re gonna make it up to me. In person. Immediately.

Tony Stark aka. Iron Man

Tony Stark is always the one making people flustered. He’s the king of inappropriate timing, the grandmaster of chaos. So when you flip the game on him? When you send him something completely indecent while he’s in the middle of a live press conference? Oh, he is in trouble.

He’s mid-sentence, standing in front of a sea of reporters, when his phone vibrates. He glances at it without thinking, because hey, it might be about stock prices or another alien invasion. But no. No, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.

He visibly freezes. Blinks. Blanches. Then—his brain blue screens. The entire room stares as Tony suddenly cuts off mid-sentence, clears his throat, and forces a smirk that’s absolutely not covering up a crisis. “Uh—ladies and gentlemen, I think that’s enough questions for today.”

The moment he’s offstage, he stumbles into the nearest private room, yanks at his tie, and pulls out his phone like it holds the meaning of life. He types back immediately: Oh, now you’ve done it, sweetheart. I hope you’re home right now, because I’m on my way, and I’m bringing consequences.

Steve Rogers aka. Captain America

Steve is not a prude. He’s been around, he’s seen things. But there’s something about you—about the way you know exactly how to knock the breath from his lungs—that makes him feel like a kid again.

He’s in the middle of a strategy meeting with Sam and Bucky, his shield leaning against the table, when his phone vibrates. He checks it without thinking, eyes flicking down—and then every muscle in his body tenses. His grip on the phone tightens. His ears burn red.

“You good, Rogers?” Bucky gives him a knowing smirk, because he immediately recognizes that look—Steve flustered beyond belief. Steve clears his throat, hard, locking his phone like it’s offended him. “Fine,” he says, voice a little too even. “Let’s, uh—let’s keep going.”

But later, when he’s alone, he exhales deeply, pressing a hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, with slow deliberation, he types: I hope you know what you just started. Because I don’t break my promises, sweetheart. And I promise—you’re not leaving that bed when I get there.

Thor Odinson aka. God of Thunder

Thor has seen battles, has waged wars across the cosmos, has faced monsters and gods. But when his phone pings—when he sees the absolute sin that you’ve just sent him—he forgets how to breathe.

He is in the middle of the Avengers’ common room, laughing boisterously with Bruce and Natasha, when he pulls out his phone. He expects something simple—a text from his brother, perhaps, or a message from Jane. But instead? Instead, he sees you.

The entire room feels it when Thor’s laughter stops. There is a moment—just a beat of silence—before the lights flicker. The air crackles with static electricity. His fingers twitch around the phone, and then, in a low, very serious voice, he mutters, “By the Norns…”

Natasha raises an eyebrow, but Thor abruptly stands, clearing his throat. “I must depart. Urgently.” Bruce frowns. “What? Why?” Thor barely offers an explanation before storming out of the room, typing furiously: You dare tempt the God of Thunder? Very well, little one. You shall learn what it means to summon a storm.

Loki Laufeyson aka. God of Mischief

Loki is the undisputed master of control. He is calm, composed, always one step ahead of everyone else. But when you send him something so shameless, so brazen, in the middle of an important diplomatic event in Asgard—he nearly drops his goblet of wine.

He’s reclining on his throne, listening to some dull ambassador drone on about trade negotiations, when his phone vibrates. He lifts it lazily, expecting nothing of importance—until he sees you.

His entire body goes rigid. His grip tightens around the goblet, the silver denting beneath his fingers. His green eyes darken, and for the first time in centuries, he feels his pulse stutter. The ambassador keeps talking, oblivious, but Loki? Loki is seething.

Later, in his chambers, he lounges on his bed, turning the phone over in his fingers before smirking. Then, with slow, careful precision, he types: You dare tease the God of Mischief? Oh, darling, you are in such trouble. And you know how much I enjoy trouble.

Clint Barton aka. Hawkeye

Clint Barton is used to chaos. He’s fought alien invasions, taken down crime syndicates, and, most impressively, lived in a house with three dogs and somehow survived. But nothing—not the Avengers, not S.H.I.E.L.D., not even Kate Bishop’s endless sarcasm—could have prepared him for this.

He’s in the middle of a debriefing with Captain America and Black Widow when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it, but boredom gets the better of him. He sneaks a glance, tilting the screen just slightly—and immediately chokes on his coffee.

“Barton?” Natasha’s voice is sharp, her suspicious gaze snapping to him. Steve looks concerned. Clint, on the other hand, is malfunctioning. He quickly locks his phone, pressing it to his thigh like it’s burning him. “Yep. All good. Just… wrong text thread. You know how it is.”

The second he’s alone, he whistles, rubbing a hand down his face before sending a text: You are absolutely trying to kill me, aren’t you? I’m a trained marksman, babe. You know I always hit my target. Hope you’re ready.

Natasha Romanoff aka. Black Widow

Natasha Romanoff is a professional. She’s endured psychological conditioning, trained with the deadliest assassins in the world, and can lie so well that even she forgets what’s real. But when you send her something so utterly filthy, in the middle of a high-stakes poker game with some very dangerous people—she nearly loses her composure.

She’s holding a perfect poker face, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette between her fingers (purely for effect). Then, her phone buzzes. She never checks her phone during missions, but for some reason, she does this time.

The second she sees the image, her fingers twitch. She almost fumbles her cigarette. Almost. A single slow breath is all that betrays her before she locks the screen and smirks, adjusting her sunglasses to hide the flicker of heat in her gaze.

Later, after she’s won the game (because of course she has), she finally responds: You must be very confident, sending me something like that. I hope you know what happens when I catch my prey, моя любовь (my love). Because I always catch them.

Bucky Barnes aka. Winter Soldier

Bucky is already always on edge. He spent decades being controlled, his mind fractured, his instincts constantly telling him that danger lurks around every corner. But when his phone vibrates in the middle of a mission briefing and he makes the mistake of checking it—he nearly self-destructs.

He’s sitting next to Sam Wilson, arms crossed, trying to focus on the tactical discussion. Then, out of habit, he glances at his phone. And suddenly? His enhanced heartbeat spikes. His grip on the phone tightens, metal fingers creaking.

Sam immediately notices. “Dude. You okay?” Bucky doesn’t answer. He just exhales deeply, jaw clenching, and locks his phone like it’s personally offended him. “Fine,” he mutters, but the way his throat bobs betrays him.

Later, in the privacy of his room, he leans against the wall, pressing his flesh hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, he types—slow, deliberate, full of promise: You are playing with fire, doll. And you know I don’t burn alone.

Matthew Murdock aka. Daredevil

Matt has learned to control himself. He has to, considering his senses pick up everything. The heartbeat of a liar, the scent of blood, the whisper of fabric against skin. But when he puts in his earpiece during a stakeout with Elektra and hears you—sultry, teasing, wicked—his composure shatters.

Your voice is a purr, warm and full of amusement, as you describe, in explicit detail, exactly what you want to do to him. Every syllable slides into his ear like a sin, and for the first time in years, Matt Murdock forgets how to breathe.

“Murdock.” Elektra’s voice is unimpressed. “Are you even listening?” Matt clenches his jaw, forcing his expression into something neutral as he slowly removes the earpiece. “Yeah,” he lies, his voice way too tight. “Loud and clear.” But his fingers twitch, betraying him.

Later, alone in his apartment, he plays the message again. And again. Until his own heartbeat is thunderous in his ears. Then, with a slow smirk, he records his reply—his voice low, gravelly, barely more than a rasp: Angel, you have no idea what you’ve just done. And I promise—you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Frank Castle aka. The Punisher

Frank Castle does not fluster. He’s a man who’s seen the worst of the world, a soldier who has lost everything. He does not get distracted. But when he’s sitting in the middle of a grimy bar, brooding over a whiskey, and his phone vibrates—everything stops.

He checks it absently, expecting intel from Micro or maybe a warning from Daredevil. But instead, he gets you. And just like that, his grip on the glass tightens. His jaw locks. His entire body tenses, muscles coiled, because you have just sent him something so utterly indecent that he has to set his whiskey down before he crushes the glass.

The bartender notices. “You good, man?” Frank barely glances up, his fingers white-knuckled around his phone. “Fine,” he mutters, voice rough. He shoves his phone back in his pocket and downs the rest of his drink in one go.

Later, in the dead of night, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. He exhales, rubbing a hand over his face, before sending a single message: You think you’re real cute, huh? Yeah. Keep that same energy when I get home. See if you’re still smirking when I’ve got my hands on you.

Marc Spector aka. Moon Knight

Marc has lived multiple lives. A mercenary. A vigilante. A fist of vengeance. But the moment his phone vibrates in the middle of a stakeout, and he sees you—he nearly blows his own cover.

He’s perched on a rooftop, watching a weapons deal go down, his mind sharp and focused. Then, out of habit, he checks his phone. His breath hitches. His grip tightens around the device, and he has to physically restrain himself from groaning. Khonshu’s voice rumbles in his mind: "Your mortal desires are distracting, Spector." Marc grits his teeth. "Yeah, no shit."

“Something wrong?” Jake’s voice purrs from inside his head, amused. “She send you something nice, hermano?” Marc rolls his eyes, exhaling sharply before locking his phone. “Mind your damn business.” But his pulse is thundering.

Later, back at his apartment, he leans against the wall, staring at the image before typing: You have no idea what you’ve just done. Hope you’re home. Hope you’re ready.

Johnny Storm aka. Human Torch

Johnny Storm is used to attention. He thrives on it. He’s a celebrity, a hero, a walking flame. But when you send him something scandalous in the middle of a live television interview, even he isn’t ready for it.

He’s laughing, flashing his signature cocky grin at the camera, when his phone buzzes. He checks it without thinking—because hey, it might be Sue yelling at him again—but instead, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.

Johnny visibly chokes. His entire body tenses. For the first time ever, he forgets what he was saying. The interviewer blinks. “Uh… Johnny?” His brain short-circuits. His face heats—literally. The tips of his ears ignite before he clenches his fists and forces himself to not spontaneously combust on live television.

The second the interview is over, he’s sprinting to his dressing room, slamming the door shut and typing frantically: Ohhh, you are in trouble. You’re really trying to set me on fire, huh? Hope you’re home, babe, ‘cause I’m flying over. Right. Now.

Reed Richards aka. Mister Fantastic

Reed Richards is a genius. His mind is constantly working at speeds beyond human comprehension. But when he’s mid-lecture at a prestigious scientific conference and his phone vibrates—his brilliant mind suddenly goes blank.

He absently checks his phone, half-expecting an alert from the Baxter Building. But instead, it’s you. Wearing almost nothing.

For a solid ten seconds, he is frozen. His eyes slightly widen. His fingers twitch. And then, very slowly, he locks his phone and clears his throat. “Ah—excuse me, esteemed colleagues, but I must—um—attend to an urgent matter.”

Later, he adjusts his glasses, staring at the image with a fascinated, almost scientific appreciation. Then, with methodical precision, he types: You are a very distracting woman. I will be conducting an… in-depth study on you as soon as I return. Expect a thorough examination.

Felicia Hardy aka. Black Cat

Felicia Hardy is a master of seduction. She flusters men for fun. But when she’s in the middle of a high-stakes casino heist, and you send her something utterly indecent, even she loses her composure.

She’s leaning against the bar, sipping an expensive martini, eyes locked on her mark. Then, her phone buzzes. She lazily checks it, expecting an update from her crew. But instead? Instead, she sees you.

Her eyelashes flutter. Her lips part just slightly. And for the first time in years, her poker face cracks. The bartender—oblivious—raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay, miss?” Felicia exhales, smirking as she locks her phone. “Oh, it’s better than okay.”

Later, she lounges on silk sheets, staring at the picture before purring into her phone: You really think you can tease me, kitten? Oh, sweetheart… you just made a very expensive bet. And I never lose.

Stephen Strange aka. Doctor Strange

Stephen Strange is not easily shaken. He’s fought cosmic horrors, bent reality, and wielded power beyond mortal comprehension. But when he’s in the middle of a magical duel with Dormammu, and you send him a sinfully explicit picture—he almost loses.

He’s mid-incantation, floating above the Sanctum’s rooftop, when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it—except something in the back of his mind tells him it’s you. He flicks his fingers, glancing at the screen—and immediately regrets it.

His spell stutters. His fingers twitch. The fabric of reality briefly warps. Wong, standing below, yells, “What the hell was that?!” Stephen clenches his jaw, locking his phone immediately before snapping his wrist and repairing the timeline. “Nothing,” he mutters. “Absolutely nothing.”

The moment the battle is over, he retreats into his study, loosening his Cloak, before typing: You dare distract the Sorcerer Supreme? You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed, darling. And I do hope you’re prepared for consequences beyond mortal comprehension.

Namor aka. The Sub-Mariner

Namor is a king. He does not answer to anyone. He has waged war against the surface world, stood against the mightiest heroes, and commands the loyalty of an entire empire. But when he is seated on his throne, discussing politics with his council, and his communicator vibrates—everything else becomes irrelevant.

He glances down, expecting a diplomatic missive. Instead, he is greeted by you—a vision of temptation, captured in a way that only he has the privilege to see. His grip on the communicator tightens, his lips parting slightly. The light of the display reflects in his dark, narrowed eyes.

The council drones on, but Namor hears nothing. His golden gauntlets flex, his knuckles tightening as his jaw sets. A slow, deliberate exhale is all that betrays his reaction. But those closest to him—his most trusted generals—see the flicker of something dangerous in his expression. A storm, barely contained.

Later, as he stands upon his balcony, overlooking the endless ocean, he types a single response: You seek to tempt a king, my love? Then be prepared for the wrath of a god. When next we meet, you will drown in my devotion.

Johnny Blaze aka. Ghost Rider

Johnny Blaze has seen Hell—literally. He has ridden across the desolate highways of damnation, stared into the abyss, and laughed. But when he’s sitting in a biker bar, nursing a whiskey and half-listening to some guy ramble about the Devil, his phone vibrates. And when he checks it—he nearly sets the whole place on fire.

The image of you is burned into his mind, seared into his soul. He sucks in a slow breath through his teeth, his fingers tightening around the glass. His knuckles go white. Somewhere deep inside, the Spirit of Vengeance chuckles.

“Something wrong, Blaze?” One of the other bikers eyes him warily. Johnny forces a smirk, setting his whiskey down before he crushes the glass in his grip. “Nah,” he rasps, his voice a little too rough. “Just realized I got… unfinished business to take care of.”

Later, on his Hellfire-coated bike, he sends a text: You got a real bad habit of making me wanna sin, sweetheart. And I promise—I’ll make sure you repent. Over. And over.

Eddie Brock & Venom aka. Venom

Eddie Brock has been through hell. He’s fought monsters, been one himself, lost everything, and still kept going. But nothing—not a damn thing—could prepare him for the absolute carnage of getting that picture from you in the middle of a crowded subway.

He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, Venom muttering in his head about wanting tater tots, when the image loads. For a solid five seconds, he is completely still. Then—

“Eddie.” Venom’s voice rumbles, amused. “Your mate is very… bold. We approve.” Eddie, red-faced, slams his phone against his chest like that’ll somehow erase what just happened. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, eyes darting around to make sure no one saw. A teenager across from him raises an eyebrow.

Later, when he’s alone, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he types back: Oh, you think you’re being cute, huh? Yeah. Just wait till I get my hands on you. Hell, maybe we’ll even let Venom have a little fun, too.

T’Challa aka. Black Panther

T’Challa is a king, a warrior, a legend. His mind is a fortress, his will unshakable. But when he is seated in the royal palace of Wakanda, surrounded by dignitaries, and his Kimoyo Beads alert him to a personal message—his focus wavers.

He allows himself a discreet glance. And in that moment? His heart skips a single beat. His fingers—steady even in the heat of battle—tighten just slightly around his beads. His expression does not change. But to those who know him well—Okoye, Shuri—they notice the subtlest flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.

Shuri smirks. “Brother,” she murmurs, leaning in. “You look… distracted.” T’Challa exhales deeply, locking the message with a casual flick of his fingers. “I am merely… anticipating a conversation.”

Later, when he is alone, he reviews the picture once more, fingers grazing his jaw before he types: You are testing my patience, beloved. And you know I am a man of great discipline. But for you? I am willing to break my own rules. Expect me soon.

Elektra Natchios aka. Elektra

Elektra Natchios does not fluster. She has slit the throats of kings, danced on the edge of oblivion, and played cat-and-mouse with death itself. But when she is sharpening her sai on the rooftop of a New York high-rise and her phone buzzes—her grip falters.

The blade nicks her glove. Barely. But it happens. Her lips part in a slow, dangerous smirk as she tilts the phone toward the moonlight, drinking in the absolute audacity of your message.

“Something amusing?” A voice—a rival assassin, lurking in the shadows. Elektra does not answer. She merely tucks her phone away, standing smoothly, her stance lethal. “Yes,” she purrs. “Something… very amusing.”

Later, as she leans against the window of her penthouse, she finally sends a reply: You are so very reckless, my love. And I do enjoy breaking reckless little things.

[wanderingmind867]

DC and Marvel both love Atlantis. And their interpretations of Atlantis are usually pretty similar, but I see some differences. I still want to compare it to the Greek and Roman stuff Rick Riordan writes about. DC's Atlantis feels more Grecian, I guess. Aquaman's Orange Chainmail or whatever reminds me of Camp Half-Blood. And Namor is Roman backwards, and he just screams the regal and imperious attitude of characters like Octavian at Camp Jupiter.

But there's so much more than that. DC and Marvel both delve into the prehistoric culture of Atlantis. Paul Kupperberg created Arion, the ancient sorcerer from DC's Atlantis. But Marvel's Atlantis has Kull the Conqueror and figures like the sorceress Zhered-Na (who died for predicting atlantis's fall, and then led a cult onto the mainland). Roy Thomas and Steve Gerber really fleshed out Marvel's Atlantis. So we have different writers, and different backstories, but it all goes back to sword and sorcery style mythos.

So this is why I really think we just need to have a reveal that DC and Marvel's two seperate versions Atlantis were seperated by the gods ages ago, perhaps during the time of Kull and Arion. The gods knew there would be fighting between their children, should they ever meet, and so they hid them from each other. I mean, come on! It makes so much sense! Rick Riordan's ideas and concepts just work perfectly in this setting! Why do I feel like I'm the only one who's noticed this!?

[amhrosina]

If you don't mind me being a little nasty. *clears throat*

I feel in the deepest parts of my vagina that Namor would be that type of man that would grind his cock into you.

Like he would bearly leave your pussy while he fucks you. He would grind sinfully and roughly hold you down so you can do nothing but take his deep penetration.

And last but not least he would do it in the missionary position so he can watch as your eyes roll back as he drags his cock against your walls

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BESTIE!!!!! YES!!!!!!! (*for the record, i don't mind anyone being a little nasty in my asks when it comes to things like this lol*)

So like, we all know Namor has likely had a string of lowkey lovers over the years, right???

And being absolutely astronomically for real, the rumors about him being SO good in bed are absolutely true ANYWAYS

I feel like Namor has always insisted on taking his various lovers from behind?? Like it subtly puts some emotional distance between him and whoever he has in his bed.

And he has a strict 'no kissing' rule. He has centuries of mistrust, walls, and rage built up - these boundaries are a way for him to stay in control of this situation!

And then he met you and that all flew right out the window.

The first time he takes you to bed, he doesn't even realize he has you panting and moaning on your BACK until you arch into his touch and it almost sends him over the edge.

He decides he doesn't care about following his rules anymore when you look that stunning cumming around him.

And shit, when he finally ruts into you so deeply that his entire world shifts, it's like having a taste of the forbidden fruit.

He will literally leave important meetings just to find you and fuck you against whatever surface is closest.

He's never been so ravenous for someone before. And he always fucks you in missionary because he loves to watch you squirm underneath him.

The easy access to your sinful lips is also a perk.

When he's feeling particularly mischievous, he'll tease you by nipping at your jaw, pressing kisses to your collarbones, and whispering the dirtiest things he can come up with into your ear, all while fucking you hard into the mattress.

Watching you uncomfortably shift in your seat after he spent half the night fucking you on every surface imaginable is his favorite way to spend breakfast, though he's been known to lay you down on the literal breakfast table and take you right then and there if he thinks you didn't find enough pleasure the night before.

Namor is a self indulgent lover, but he never fails to make you cum multiple times before letting himself climax.

Don't even get me started on how feral he gets when you ask him to taste you!!!!! That man is 500 years old!!!! He knows how to eat pussy!!!!!!

This was so much longer than I was expecting??? Anyways, Namor makes me absolutely feral (as do most of the men I write about), so everyone can feel free to send me more of these lol

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[namor-shuri]

The similarities/ dissimilarities of Letitia Wright x Shuri + Tenoch Huerta x Namor

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[sapphiewritesstuff]

Dude I need a hardcore yandere Namor x reader!

Where your Riri’s friend and specialize in chemistry and biology so you know how to make different materials for her and even make money off the side with selling your stuff to the government. And Namor definitely wants to kill you like the scientist but after finally seeing you in person has a change of heart, his mind convincing him it’ll be a waste on someone so intelligent to die, especially someone so beautiful- Namor then rizzes you up enough to manipulate you into staying with him after the war

(Extra points for tension and possessive)

love your work please drink more water 💧❤️❤️❤️

Hi!! Thank you for the request and I’m really really glad you like my work, thank you for supporting me <33 I will try my best with this ask, as I usually don’t write hardcore Yandere, so if it’s not what you expect I’m sorry, but I am a soft girl at heart and Namor is my bby girl <33

Warnings: GN! Reader, Yandere, Violence, manipulation, kidnapping, Namor is dark but not darker than he is in the movie, isolation, punishments, murder, not proofread.

-You were kidnapped along with Shuri and Riri, knocked unconscious by Namora and taken to Talokan.

-Namor takes an almost immediate interest in you, wanting to talk to you and learn more about you. At first, he tries to excuse it as trying to get closer to the enemy, even though he doesn’t treat Riri the same way, but later learns to accept that he thinks that you’re beautiful.

-He accepts the fact that you're a genius, your inventions and experiments are like none other, and it intrigues him. Talokan could use someone like you, it would be a waste to kill you.

-The more time he spends with you, the more infatuated he becomes. Everything about you is perfect, from your brain to the way you act to the way you look, he needs you as his own.

-You plead with him to let Riri and Shuri go, but never beg for your own freedom, and Namor respects how selfless you are.

-Nakia soon comes to rescue the three of you, but as Namor started keeping you in his private hut, she was unable to take you back to the surface.

-You told yourself that they would come back for you, that they were just planning their next move, but days turned into weeks, and nobody ever came.

-Namor took pity on you, he hated seeing such a beautiful person be ruined by the surface dwellers, but he knew that he could use this to his advantage.

-One day, he sat down beside you, taking your face into his hands, and very firmly, yet gently, told you words that you'll never forget.

-"They're not coming for you, my love."

-He 'takes care' of the Wakandans soon after. (Interpret that as you will, if Wakanda and Talokan become allies he convinces them that you're in Talokan willingly, you're too afraid to say differently.)

-Life with Namor isn't spent as a captive, if you can overlook not being allowed to leave Talokan, he treats you like royalty (which you are, he has already made you the other ruler of Talokan through marriage). His touches are soft, and he feeds you only the freshest of fruits.

-Namor has a temper, there is no denying that, many poor servants have been subject to his yelling and wrath after disrespecting him or you.

-Despite this, he never lays a finger on you.

-Punishments? He doesn't like hurting you, his little scientist, but he knows that if he doesn't teach you, you'll stray away.

-He isolates you. You have been down in Talokan for god knows how long, with Namor being your only interaction, as much as you hate to admit it, it's nice having someone to keep you sane. Namor knows this, and uses it to his advantage. Whenever you act up or break one of his rules, he'll ignore you until you're begging for him to look at you again.

-He also makes you watch as he guts some innocent who 'wronged' you in his eyes. Sometimes it's an act of love ('look at what I would do for you!'), other times it's a punishment ('this is what happens to people you get too close to, it's your fault, stay by my side and nobody will have to suffer')

-You'll never see the surface again, he knows that the government will just come after you, he must keep you here to protect you and his kingdom. He's doing this for you!

-If you ever try to escape, god help you.

[lunathebee]

Ooo hiii! I’m sorry for all the rambling!!

Can I please request a Newlyweds!Namor x fem!human!reader oneshot where he’s helping her adjust after taking the vibranium-infused herb? Teaching her how to swim, trying to teach her how to defend herself in case of emergency, also teaching her Mayan + him being really soft with her, lots of kisses, hugs, and cuddles (Namor puts on a tough front but I just KNOW he’d be a complete softie for his wife), also he’d be sooo worried about Y/n because while she can now breathe underwater and will age as slow as he does, she’s still more vulnerable because she’s only human, not a mutant + Namor spoiling the heck out of Y/n🥺🥺

Pairing: Newlyweds!Namor x fem!human!reader

Warning: none just fluff

A/n: This is such a cute scenario, we live for soft!Namor ^^

Summary: Namor thinks you need to learn Mayan more; you prove him wrong by saying one word only.

"Easy, slow and steady, my pearl." Namor smiled while holding Y/n's hand and guiding her to the cold water. "Are you sure you're ready? We can wait as long as you want."

"I think I'm ready." Y/n said while biting her lips, feeling how the water slowly rose up as she walked forward. This is the first time Namor has allowed her to be near the ocean ever since she took the vibranium-infused herb, which is such a long time ago.

While Y/n thinks Namor is overreacting, he assures her that it's for her own safety (and his too; Namor can't bring himself to see any water incident).

"Can we see Talokan now?" Y/n smiled while tilting her head, she can't wait to just dive down and see how marvelous the kingdom is, now that Y/n can breethe under water, what can possibily stop her?

"What? Not yet, Y/n; you need to learn all kinds of things first! Like defending yourself, or learning Mayan, or even swimming—do you know how to swim yet?" The king chuckled; he is sure the only reason his sweet little pearl can still talk his ears off is because he is holding her waist. Namor's finger digs harder into Y/n's skin, like a reminder she still needs to depend on him.

"I- I mean we can learn them, you can teach me everything, we have all the time in the world"

A smart answer from Y/n to ignored Namor's direct question. The cold water now submerged her chest, but somehow it still can't stop the heat rushing onto her face. Life with Namor still seems new and unfamiliar to Y/n, but it is oh so exciting and lovely.

"K'ilkabech? (Are you hot?)" Namor asks, his voice full of teasing hints. The king just wants to kiss his beautiful queen's face, but she keeps hiding it!

"Namor, you know I didn't understand when you said anything in Mayan." Y/N scolded before spalshing water at her husband playfully. The action made Namor let go of Y/n instantly due to surprise. The woman wasted no time taking the opportunity and diving down to the blue ocean, letting it control her body.

Namor follows right behind Y/n; he knows she is able to breathe under water now thanks to the herb. Something that sounds dangerous to humans now turns into a game of cat and mouse.

"Gotcha, not so quick now, little pearl." Namor thought and quickly catching up, hugging Y/n from behind, peppering kisses all over her face before swimming upward so that she couldn't escape another time.

"Don't think this is over; you still need to learn Mayan, my dear."

Y/n puffs up her cheek cutely like a pufferfish after Namor's comment. "I know how to speak Mayan"

"Say something to me then?"

"In k'áatech (I love you)" ♡ ♡ 

[imperiuswrecked]

It's actually so funny that I headcanon Namor as the most pansexual man to ever pansexual but Orm is like a Virgin with a capital V. He's so confused he doesn't even know what he likes or even if he's into sex or romance at all.

He became a king at such a young age and went to work being a ruler and didn't get a day off till he was nearly 40 and then he just kinda goes "huh. Maybe I should try that dating thing?" But then remembers the assassins that lurk around every corner of his paranoid mind and decides he better not risk it.

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello dear author,

Would you be interested in writing a love story between one of Namor's generals (female) and him. She is second in comand after Namora, and is fiercely loyal to him, she would die for him. But she is only half talokan (one parent from land, one from talokan- maybe Namor found her and granted her passage and a place is his city). Anyway, she can hear his silent call for his soulmate (maybe he has a special name with which he telepathically calls her, tries to find her, but she keeps quite, thinking it might be a mistake). While on one of his visits to the outside world he stumbled upon a girl who bewitches him, and he is under her spell. Lots and LOTS of angst, but before they are married, on their wedding day reader calls him by his name (Real fact: his mother gave him a name that no one else knows. For his enemies he is Namor, for his people he is K'uk'ulkan, but only he remembers his birth name) and tells him her name that she knew for so long. That snaps the spell on him, they defeat the witch and marry.

Many thanks, can't wait to hear from you if you think you would like to give this story a go.

It’s been so long since I got a Namor request 😄 thanks nonnie!

Masterlist 11

You and Namor are inseparable. Everyone knows you two are the closest of confidants, maybe even friends, aside from Namora and Attuma

Despite your split parentage, Namor held that against you. The past pales in comparison to the present, and he’s always held you in the highest regards.

All of that changes when you least expect it.

He begins to hear her sirens song, curious as to who comes near his waters.

You see him less and less as days turn to weeks to months, and finally a full year. No sparring, or meetings or jests or inside matters as you did before.

The day you meet her is worse than any training or duress you’ve undergone. All of Namor’s attention focuses on her, the citizens begin to adore her, and you are but a mere afterthought.

Is your heartbreak from the jealousy? Or did you simply wish he was only for you, in any other capacity? That his happiness hinges on your “permission”?

You can barely register what you feel upon his prompt announcement of engagement and soon to be nuptials

As the ceremony goes on, you’re nowhere to be found. Hidden away, you can’t bear to t

A name cherished and given by his mother, who loved her surface home before retreating to the ocean.

Just at that moment, the haze clears from his eyes. The washing realization comes over Namor as he sees the panicked expression of the one who stole him away and the up

Once he finds you, you’re more shocked than ecstatic to see him here.

“Can you ever forgive me?”, “…maybe, but I would like to try again…”

An embrace feels more rewarding and healing than a kiss would in this moment.

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

I feel like I’ve read all the fluffy Namor fics😭😭 Please send me the softest Namor fics!!! I need the fluff🤧🤧 (also if anyone has opened requests for Namor, please let me know!! I have lots of request ideas to send in🤧🤧)

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

I love this so much!!!🥺🥺🥺

namor with an autistic partner

disclaimer: this is very much for autistic people, but you are welcome to read it if you are not to gain an understanding of what we feel and deal with. But also how to help anyone you know who is autistic. And another disclaimer, a lot of these are based on what I experience as an autistic person. Not all autistic people experience the same things or have the same quirks. We are not all one and the same. However, enjoy the headcanons as I have put my whole heart and soul into them. Thank you <333

Namor is such a sweet and understanding boyfriend. Anything you need, he will get for you and accommodate you.

If you're ever feeling a sense of sensory overload, Namor will dispel the situation to make sure you are okay. You are likely to get this way with the very loud siren song you hear some days. He tries to get his people to not do it as much due to your sensitivity to the high pitches.

When you'd lay on his chest, you would play with his jewelry to help stimulate yourself and keep occupied. Namor would welcome and encourage it knowing it calmed you down and was vital to you.

He would help you practice social situations because he'd notice you do it a lot before special events where you both would have to speak to people. Namor knew that it made you anxious and he'd teach you a gesture to give him when you needed to get away.

Namor would make a little sensory deprivation space for you to go to when you needed it.

He is genuinely so happy when you talk to him about your special interests. Namor loved learning about the things you loved. He found it interesting but also cute that you were so passionate about them. Namor would also try to learn about them so he can engage in the conversations with you more.

He understood your uncomfortableness about eye contact. He would never dream of forcing you to look into his eyes. But Namor would cherish the moments that you did because it meant you trust him. You would do it more and feel comfortable with it the longer you were with him.

Sometimes you would have trouble responding to your name so Namor would mention something about your special interest that would immediately earn your attention. It would bring a smile to his face when you'd snap your head towards him with sparkles in your eyes.

He would let you be alone when you needed it. Namor knew you didn't have anything against him. You just needed some time to be alone sometimes so you can retain your happiness. And he would never wish to be sad.

Namor would never try to interrupt a routine you have because he knows you are frequently known to experience meltdowns and panic attacks when something slightly changes. He was especially upset when the war with Wakanda happened since it conflicted with the kind of days you were used to.

If you experienced trouble reading social cues and any ableism to come from that, he would be at your side, ready to comfort you and have a shoulder to cry on. Namor knew how much you beat yourself up over something you couldn't control. He understood how it felt to be misunderstood.

He would sometimes notice when you mirror his movements or body language but also the way he speaks. He would love it since he considered it a compliment to him.

Namor would keep notes of food you approve of and which you didn't. However, he never not found it amusing when you'd taste something absolutely delicious but then spit it out due to the texture. He always had a backup of your safe foods.

He would be careful to only dress you in textures that didn't affect your comfort. Namor once saw you in jeans while out in the surface world and noticed how uncomfortable you were.

When you had meltdowns, he'd always notice before you had them. You'd go quiet and shut down mentally and he'd make a checklist of everything that was comfortable for you. Would grab your noise-canceling headphones, a few tissues for when you'd cry, comfort foods, a special blanket; anything that would make you feel okay after.

Namor would do your favorite activities and hobbies with you. He is particularly happy when he finds out painting is very soothing for you.

He enjoyed how honest and blunt you were about things and the way you feel. No bullshittery out of you.

If you ever said anything that you didn't realize was negative, he would not get mad. Namor would be very patient and explain to you the context so you would understand and not do it again.

Just the most understanding person to ever exist, He was your safe person. The one person who understood you and never got mad at your behaviors. Never got mad at you for being you.

[starlight-loki]

Namor helping you through your anxiety (headcanon)

it's 2 in the morning, i need to be up at 7, and instead of sleeping i cracked out this lil baby for y'all

am i projecting? perhaps

also tw for anxiety and panic as the title suggests! it's on the comfort/fluff rather than angst side :')

Namor is extremely observant, and he'd notice right away that something was off with you

It was your eyes, the way you seemed to almost disappear despite still being right in front of him

Then he notices your breathing pattern shift, and he knows right away something's wrong

That being said, I really feel like Namor would be able to stay calm through it all whilst trying to help you

He's been alive for centuries and has had to bear the weight and responsibility of protecting as well as overseeing an entire nation

that man's never gotten a break in his life let me tell you

So while he may not understand specifically what you're going through that caused your anxiety, he knows the feeling very well

He'd be by your side immediately, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close

Namor would also guide you gently so that you're leaning into his chest in such a way that you'd be able to hear his heartbeat

It's like an anchor of sorts for you, keeping you grounded in the present just enough to not let your anxiety get the best of you

low constant whispers to remind you he's right there, that you're not alone through this

"Breathe with me, in yakunaj, I'm here. I'm with you."

This is something Namor would repeat over and over until he can feel your breathing slowing and returning to normal; it would sort of be like a mantra for you, to bring you back out of your anxiety

also lots of gentle forehead kisses

sometimes he'd also hum songs to you, to draw your attention away from your anxiety and focus on something soft and beautiful instead

When Namor notices your body relax and your breathing slow down, he'll still keep you in his arms and rest his cheek against the top of your head for a while

it feels protective, but part of him is also just relieved you're back and you're okay

also that man gives the best hugs i mean come on have you seen his arms

and he will not let you go until you feel you're ready to get up

even then, he'll maintain physical contact with you in some way, usually placing a hand protectively over yours or caressing your cheek gently

"Is there anything you need right now, in yakunaj?"

Namor will always make sure to ask you this before anything else

and he'll always put you first -- listening to your request and taking action right away

whether it's getting you a drink of water, a warm blanket, or even just staying with you to cuddle, that man is on it faster than you can say Líik'ik Talokan

sometimes Namor will also ask if there's anything you want to get off your chest

other times, especially if it took longer than usual to help you come back to yourself, Namor knows better than to ask

some things are just too painful to speak about

so instead, he'll bring over a blanket to wrap the two of you in, and he'll pull you protectively back into his arms without a single word

sometimes he'll quietly sing you a lullaby his mother would also sing

it made him feel safe as a child, and he wants that same feeling for you in any way he can give :')

he goes above and beyond to show you that he's always there for you, and he'd always make it very clear that he's not going anywhere. Through the good and the bad, he'll always be right there by your side.

[wanderingmind867]

I find it kind of funny that Aqualad and Kid Flash have a rivalry. Aqualad grew up (from what little i understand) practically as Aquaman's foundling. He has no friends besides his father figure and millions of fish and sea creatures. Wally West had a normal childhood, raised by two loving parents in a small town apparently in the Nebraska area (the DC wiki said Blue Valley was Nebraska, I think. But I always pegged it for missouri, like Central City). But y'know... I think I can understand why they'd be jealous of each other now. They might be envious of each other's lives. Huh. Wow. I think I accidentally put more thought into this than even Bob Haney did when he started their little rivalry. But I can't say that for sure. He's dead now, and I can't ask him. (The Brave and The Bold #54):