#mer!eddie

[tizniz]

moonlit swim (2.6K)

“Come swim with me.” Eddie blurts out, using his hands to crawl up the wet sand, stopping at where Buck’s toes sit. “I want you to swim with me.” “Oh.” Buck blinks before a tiny frown appears on his face and he glances down at himself. “I didn’t bring anything to swim in.” Eddie laughs, bright and free up into the stars, “Oh no, I’m going to have to see my best friend naked, whatever will I do?”

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[fuctacles]

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for @steddiemicrofic delay and @stmonstercalendar cecaelia week and yacht from my mermay bingo card T | 408 | Steddie | Robin's POV, established relationship (of some kind), implied possessive and obsessive Eddie, Cecaelia Eddie, co-captains Stobin AU | Ao3

"We're waiting for the weather report," the deckhand explains to a passenger while warily observing Robin storm down from the upper deck towards him.

"And what's the real delay?" she hisses, despite already knowing the answer.

His face crumbles in distress. 

"The captain's missing."

Robin growls. And starts stripping, handing him pieces of her clothing, which he instinctively accepts.

"Wha—"

"Give me half an hour," she says once she's down to a one piece swimsuit, and before he can react, Robin flips over the railing. 

He runs up and watches her swim away for a moment before he goes to find someone to report that not only is the captain missing but also, his co-captain just jumped the railing. 

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Unlike some people, Robin never was on a swim team, let alone as co-captain. Playing the trumpet did help with lung capacity but she still hated Eddie's place. If she ever falls in love with a merlady, she's permanently moving into her place, because she's not doing a swim like this on the regular. 

She's always dizzy and out of breath when she breaches the surface inside the cave, which is a good thing for Steve considering how much she wants to yell at him. 

Pissed off and shivering, she walks by the smooth walls of stone, slowly not to slip on the puddles and algae under her feet. By now, the sight of the 'bedroom' shouldn't be bothering her, but she can't help the small tinge of anxiety by seeing her best friend in the arms of a creature that could easily snap him in half. (She once half-joked to him about it and got a dreamy sigh in response. Never again.)

Under, around, and over him, Steve is wrapped in an ever-moving mass of tentacles, one set of human hands cradling his face, and huge black eyes gazing at him with hunger that sends shivers down Robin's spine. He looks blissed-out, high out of his mind and content. She almost feels bad pulling him out of it.

"You lovebirds forgot the time?"

Eddie scoffs. He hates when she calls them that.

"Huh?" Steve reluctantly looks away from his lover. 

"You have a yacht to co-captain?" Robin raises an eyebrow.

Slowly, the fog lifts from his eyes.

"Oh. Oh shit, I'm sorry—!" 

She sees Eddie's grip tighten minutely, before slithering away from his body, letting him go with a soft yet possessive kiss. 

"Go be human. I'll wait."

tags: @wheneverfeasible @phantomcat94 @blasvemous

[spectrum-spectre]

Hi, this might be a little weird, but I like to do warm-up sketches (no more than 1hr, no refs) before working on big art pieces, and a recent tag you put on a Steddie thing made me laugh (something about you being the 'mermaid guy') and so my warm-up today was inspired by that. It's NSFW and I'm not planning on sharing it anywhere, but since you were the reason why I chose this as the subject today, I figured you might like to see it. Here's a drive link to it if you want, and I hope you have a nice week! https://drive.google.com/file/d/1G_nxbuGd-i1kmROPOnXUtBPnZdqzQfCY/view?usp=sharing

[bigfootsmom]

Mer!boyfriends <3

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[resande]

DTIYS

Help them out!

Info:

A killer on the run? Is Eddie being hunted?

This is an interactive DTIYS, let's call it that.

You can recreate in your style the original drawing, oor you can come up with ideas of how they can get out of this situation! Does Eddie have hidden powers? Is Steve armed? Who is the killer? Maybe someone else comes to the rescue!

You can use the tag #resandtiys and tag me.

Artists, writers, editors, whatever is your power, everyone is welcome!

Also, there is a bloodier (only on the shower curtain) version on my twitter, which is the main version of it. Check it out.

[maikaartwork]

Oh no, poor Steve got stung by some weird sea creatures all over his back. It’s so good that mer!Eddie is there to check if he’s alright.

There is a different version of this piece over on my naughty birdie account and bluesky

[gaybybirth]

part one warnings: mer!eddie munson x fem!reader, nsfw content, tentacle porn, done hidden in water but still in public & around people, bondage, clit stim, teasing, slight breath play (underwater), and slight penetration

Trying to find a label that fit fucking a mer-person wasn’t exactly an easy task to do. You weren’t dating, and calling yourselves friends with benefits felt far too casual, you know, given the fact that you were fucking a mythological creature that lived in the ocean. However, finding a label was far from anything really that important. A label wouldn’t change the obvious fact that every time you stepped foot in the ocean, no matter the time or the day, it was like Eddie was there waiting. He found you in an instant nearly every time. The only deterrence would be if there were others too close by, but even then, it just meant he wouldn’t bring his head above the water to say hello.

And Eddie had more than enough fun staying below.

At first, the touch had just felt like a passing fish. See, Eddie had never used them on you before then. The past few times you’d interacted, it’d been his hands, his mouth, what was framed by his glittery tail before you sank down atop it. You knew what those felt like—you’d dreamt of them more often than you wanted to admit. So the first time you’d felt that little slithering over your legs in the warm water, you’d thought maybe it was just a fish scooting by. Or maybe it was just his tail giving your legs a little flick of attention as he swam below to say a silent hello. It wasn’t.

You did feel his hands. They skated over your legs as he did his usual spin beneath you, stealing your attention briefly away from your friends nearby. Not nearly close enough to see his dark eyes peer up at you through the crystal water, but close enough that you couldn’t react. Even just a wave would’ve looked weird. But there was no stopping your smile as your eyes locked, and then he was down deeper, out of sight, where the deep water started to turn that rich dark blue.

Then you’d felt it again. Like two eels slipping up your legs. What you already had memorized as his sharp teeth nipped at your legs with teasing kisses you ached to return. And that slithering…got higher. Around your knees and gradually gracing your thighs. It made it hard to keep your legs kicking, bringing you a bit lower into the water. You were aiming to nudge him with your foot just a little bit as a silent way to ask—what the fuck are you doing? Eddie wouldn’t let you drown, but still.

Unfortunately for your sanity, you had his grin memorized; that searing feeling of it pressing against your skin was one of your favorite feelings. It meant something fun was coming. Except with your friends right there, you had very little time to prepare yourself for whatever the hell he was doing. And you held your breath as the slithering things grew tighter, causing you to squirm a bit more in their grasp, and you were held up just a bit more above the water before the ends slipped over your hips.

They were soft and just a little slimy as they glided beneath the strings on your bikini bottoms. Gradual movements almost had you wondering if you were just feeling some cursed seaweed that’d managed to get itself up and around you before you stole another look down and…nope. Your breath caught as the dark tentacles—the same color as his hair—curled around your hips and…. You locked eyes for just a moment before they moved again.

Still beneath your bathing suit, while your friends played a game of chicken over a dozen feet away, whatever they were snuck closer. Warm to the touch, almost suctioning to you, they went lower, lower, lower—there. Their touch was soft and slow. They came together just above your cunt at first, pausing to build anticipation. And it was fucking built. You shuddered out a breath even before they moved lower. You stole one last sneaky glance down as the water splashed nearby, and you got a direct glimpse of the tentacles—that’s what they were—disappearing in your bathing suit bottoms.

They guided your legs further apart, strong enough to hold you still, before the ends slipped over you. Down over your cunt, gingerly siding between your folds. Up and down, touching every sensitive inch, all as your pulse thundered. You would’ve cursed his name if he could’ve heard you. You would’ve kicked him if your legs were free. You would’ve done a lot of things in that moment while you listened to your friends laugh and cheer, asking you if you wanted another go at the makeshift tournament. You hardly managed to shake your head no when you felt a third tentacle move. A graze against your leg, thigh, then it was on your cunt. Held open by the other two, you actively did your best not to react to the sudden attention the third gave your clit. Little circles and drags went over it, drawing out immediate ripples of pleasure; desire coiled low in your belly as you sucked in a careful breath, but as the tentacle curled and flicked it with lazy movements, there wasn’t much you could do but fight every sound wanting to leave your body.

Gradually, it picked up its pace. Not nearly gradual enough. It worked you faster beneath the water, dragging itself over your clit with an increasing speed and just the right amount of pressure…. Your legs started to shake, and not from trying to kick the other tentacles off. They skated over you, keeping you spread exactly how he wanted you to be. Even beneath your swimsuit, you felt utterly bare. You tried to do a little spin in the water, tried to act like you were just floating there, taking his torturous touches while your friends horsed around nearby. But you were kept precisely like that. Taking every drag, every flick, every circle the tentacle gave your clit.

Until…. Until it was too much to bear. Until that molten feeling in your stomach grew and spread, sending bolts of electricity through your veins. And you…you were there. Others surrounded you—it wasn’t like you were on some private beach with the water to yourself. Others were nearby enjoying their vacation. Your friends were seconds away from either calling you over or coming to drag you over themselves. And what did that bastard do?

A fourth tentacle came up and just barely teased your entrance. Just a little press. A thicker one than the other three. This one was close to the size of maybe two of his fingers. Maybe three? Either way, it was enough. Just a little press, just a little stretch, just a little feeling of being filled, and you came. Your legs tried to shut, but Eddie was relentless in his desire to keep them as they were. You took a gasping breath as quietly as you could, and did the only thing you could think of as the pinnacle moment hit. Either you could grunt through your teeth and hope nobody noticed as you climaxed, or…. He was kind enough to not keep you in place as you dipped your head under the water. Two arms came around your upper body, tugging you out of sight as you came, back arching as you felt the rest of him press against it. His tail flicked, and his cock was hard against your lower back. And the tentacles…your eyes were shut, so you couldn’t see where they came from him, but they stayed where they were. You sank just a little deeper as they held your legs still, stroking your clit and carefully pressing into you. Just enough. Just enough to pull in and out to give you that sensation of what you almost had if you’d held on longer.

Your moan turned to bubbles around you, and quickly, your lungs were already beginning to burn for air. That searing grin pressed first to your shoulder, then your neck, jaw, up to your lips. It all screamed trouble. Trouble worse than that. Trouble that had you clenching where that fourth tentacle pressed a little harder into you. But as you started to open your eyes, the tentacles were retreating, and Eddie was bringing you back up to the sunlight. Just enough speed and force to get you there without it being too obvious that someone else had brought you up for air.

You were still huffing horribly as you gasped for air, wiping your face clean post-climax, feeling the last touches of him go by your legs before he disappeared. Your friends were over by you a second later, and you had to pretend you definitely weren’t experiencing the lingering bliss of an orgasm as they tried to drag you over for another round of chicken.

And that…that was just the first time he’d used those tentacles on you. You stole a look back down at the water as you swam over to officially referee the next few rounds. That had been…. Wow. Your pulse hadn’t even started to lower as you settled next to your friends. You’d had no fucking idea what else he had in store for you after that.

That…that was him being tame.

Real fucking tame.

Not a soul would’ve prepared you for what else he’d have in store.

[piratefishmama]

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