#merperson

[something-of-a-nuisance]

Our lovely Mer-person Merchant, Avid!

(Tried something new with the lineart and rendering. Love how it turned out)

[ Extra Sketchbook doodles under the cut <3 ]

[ Drew these during the stream ]

[sisters-sideblog]

...This quick sketch got a little out of hand.

[jasonsstuffiguess]

The start of an oceanic Dark World adventure!

Happy Mermay 2026! A bit late, but I managed to finish and upload before the end of the month!

Am also working on a version with some dialogue, but that might take a few days to come out. Will try to finish it before the end of May, though!

Made using Aseprite.

[eliotlime]

on my shellphone

[specshroom]

Mage reader is definitely the type to purposefully jump into siren infested waters lmao.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ﹏𓊝﹏﹏𓂁﹏﹏𓊝﹏﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

Like imagine you overhear some sailors talking about how they have to sail past siren territory and your ears perk up. You beg the sailors to let you join, under the pretence that you're a studious mage who's "researching sirens" and "studying their magic". 

The sailors believe you and bring you along the trip to the rough waters of the siren's territory. They've all plugged and covered their ears as usual, except for you, you're too busy leaning over the ships edge to get a peak at any sirens below. And wouldn't you know, the second you hear the siren's song you're gone. Lost in a trance, blank expression unable to hear the sailors yelling at you as you stand up on the ships edge and jump right into the sea.

The cold waters shock you out of your trance as you take in the quiet surroundings, salt water burning your eyes. You try and swim to the surface but feel a strong tug on your leg. Squinting down into the deep darkness you finally see the creature you were looking for. 

Dark black eyes stare up at you from below, it's powerful tail swaying behind it. The siren pulls you down, deeper into it's predatory hold with it's clawed hands. You stare at it in awe and the siren stares back, confused as to why you aren't struggling at all. 

You then feel a pinch in your lungs as you run out of air. You promptly take both hands and firmly grasp the sirens cold cheeks before pulling the creature into a deep kiss. 

The siren freezes in absolute shock as you kiss them deeply. The kiss breaths magic into your lungs, giving you temporary air. You release the sea creature from the kiss and take a hesitant breath.

"That actually worked?!?!"

Your excited yell comes out as just bubbles in the water as the siren continues to stare, dumbfounded. Your hands move from their cheeks to the sirens agape mouth, excitedly exclaiming how sharp their teeth are while touching the pointed tips with your fingers. 

You're very touchy, the siren learns as they let you marvel at their body. Running your fingers down the sirens arm, comparing your hands, intertwining your fingers. The siren is at a complete loss of how to deal with this but before you can touch anything too important you feel that pinch in your lungs again. 

You look up at the beast and tap your lips. The siren finally huffs at you in disbelief and you take that as a yes and pull them in for another deep kiss. You kiss for much longer than is necessary and you even try to sneak your tongue into the kiss which earns you a little nip from the siren. 

The creature grins at you, pulls your body against theirs and comes to the conclusion not to eat you

You bring your arms around the shoulders of their much bigger frame as they hold you close to swim deeper into the cold depths. 

They have to show the rest of the pod this very strange human they caught.

𓆉 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓇼

[jengrayart]

Managed to get a MerMay post in this year

Beach Goth, well, beach adjacent Goth

[thebatdadnomad]

𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕖

Pairing: Octo! Tim Drake x Fem! Reader Summary: It was worrying enough that there was a merperson this close to the shore, but what was even more concerning was how eager he was to mate with you.  Tags: Tentacles, Merperson, Porn What Plot, NSFW, 18+, Whatever position holding you up in the water/air is, Sex Swing, Dubcon NOT Noncon, I repeat this is NOT Noncon, Oral Sex, Male receiving, Tentacle in Vagina sex, Mer! Dick in Human! Vagina sex, Mating, this one is FILTHY nglll AN: Octo! Timmy, my beloved~ This is my entry for @kinktober-2025’s Day 9 Tentacles. It's also my second ever kinktober entry (previous one was day 3) so, err, lemme know if you like it 🤓

You knew from the start that you never should’ve done this, you never should’ve swum so far offshore. But this place was known to be the best beach in your country, and what would be the point of visiting it if you couldn't at least explore a little while the sun was out?

You had been careful, too. You swam steadily away from the sandy beach, one-two-one-two through the turquoise waves. You kept your eyes peeled, watching a lone jet ski in the distance speeding by, small schools of fish rushing to safety, no doubt conditioned not to trust humans, and a big jagged rock interestingly protruding the water’s surface, providing some cover like a cocoon and was that a tenta—?

Then you weren’t swimming anymore.

The first thing you could do, restrained up above the waves by your ankles and wrists, was scream. 

“Ahhhh! No! Help me! Please! Someone heeeeeeelp! Please!”

But you were too far away. 

You thrashed wildly from the four, strong black tentacles that had to belong to some kind of octopus that was loitering way too close to the shore of a human beach and while you understood it might be its habitat you thought there were laws and practices in place to stop humans from becoming its prey, dammit, you were so dead— when you saw a face emerge from the water with a soft plop. 

It…he was…beautiful in an artistic type of way. With pale skin, soft inky black hair and glittering ocean blue eyes that shone as bright as the water surrounding you both. You felt adrenaline thrum through you at his eager, inquisitive gaze. Not wanting, despite your terror, to peel your eyes away from his allure as he stared at you attentively. 

A merman? A siren? Ursula’s nephew? You wondered as you tried to wiggle out of the grasp of one of his tentacles, but no. You were certain sirens didn’t look like they were restraining their happiness when they spotted humans, unless this was a part of some cruel trick.

You were so fucking dead. 

No. You squeezed your eyes shut and took in a deep breath, trying to will the tears away. You wouldn't go down that quickly.

Different tactic then. You knew metahumans existed and that Aquaman was some kind of sea king. They had their own language, culture, and understanding of humanity. Maybe…if you just spoke to this person thing, told him this wasn't how humans treated each other or whatever, maybe he'd release you.

“Let me go…” You tried, intending to sound firm but losing your confidence with every passing second you stayed in his trap with his other four tentacles free to restrain you further. 

“Hey, I…please just let me go,” you swallowed thickly, promising. “I didn't know this was your area.”

The mer only smiled something small, made a couple of bubble noises like he was…reassuring you, before he began to turn you around in a circle, lifting himself up a little more so you could see down to his pink nipples.

“I promise I'll get out of your territory if you just don't kill me,” you begged, still squirming, but it seemed that neither your movements nor your words changed anything at all. 

The mer spun you around. He started with looking at your front, your soaked swimsuit that cupped and protected your breasts from the chill of the ocean, your exposed arms that he carelessly yanked around until he heard your noise of pain, saw your shocked face and lightened his grip to one tentacle. 

Your eyes widened when the now free fourth tentacle slipped up your swimsuit and curled around one of your breasts, poking and prodding the fat for a moment. As he pulled back and lightly thwacked the other one experimentally right on your nipple and watched it jiggle a little with interest. 

The mer made another bubble noise when he saw your back.

“Don't!”

You felt humiliation join the terror as two tentacles spread your legs, the other two bent you over, while the last four stayed by him out of sight. You were starting to suspect the mer was more animal than person the longer this went on. The innocent noises he made at the back of his throat as he studied your body couldn't be intelligent; they had to be primal. Maybe he was just…maybe he didn't—

Before you could react, a fifth tentacle peeled back some of your swimsuit and exposed your dripping cunt to him. 

You sucked in a quick breath, your adrenaline turning sweeter than it should have. It only got worse when the mer let out a bubbling groan behind you, sounding like he was back beneath the water.

You swerved your neck around with heated cheeks to see a closed-lipped smile on his face underneath the surface, more fascinated than anything, like he had struck gold and was going to tell all his friends about it. The sight stirred something insane deep inside your tummy.

You forced it down and hissed, “Let me go,” still struggling, but he didn’t react, clearly not registering a single word or not at all caring because that was the last thing he did.

Instead, you watched the smooth side of that same tentacle slowly but surely…get closer to your body…until it finally…finally…pressed down on your sex. 

That's when the realisation dawned on you. He wasn't a wild creature. He didn't want to kill you.

He wanted to mate with you.

You choked at the sensation of his soft tentacle gently rubbing drops of seawater into and around your pussy. He moved it like he was feeling you out, rocking your body against his tentacle as he went. It was weird, so strange, and you were growing frantic because you were losing yourself. This was…this was wrong.

But you couldn't help it. 

You moaned. 

The mer made a satisfied bubble noise again and upped the speed a little, rubbing one of his tentacles between your folds, testing for a reaction. You kept squirming in his tight hold, but it was half-hearted now, weak in the wake of the unstoppable lust growing as the smooth, thick muscle slid over your folds at a much too slow pace. 

Your protests only truly died when he flipped the tentacle around to the other side.

“Please!” You gasped, for an entirely different reason, when one of his suckers landed on your clit and sucked without hesitation. “Please…”

The mer actually laughed then, warm and light and prettily, like he just found the answer to his hypothesis, and you wondered what the logic was going through his head to think you looked anything like a mer—

“Angh,” there were two suckers now, softly suckling right on your most sensitive spot, making you feel pleasure you didn't want to move away from, even if this wasn't OK. Even if it was obvious your mistepping had led him to mistake you for a potential mate. “Please. Please, just…”

But the mer kept them there on your bud and your folds, clearly glad with how it made your limbs flop uselessly, how you stopped resisting him altogether at the motion. He kept them there…even as he brought a sixth tentacle to your cunt. 

You wanted to hate this so much, you wanted to keep fighting against this mer to get your point across, but the feeling of him tentatively pressing at your hole like he was unsure but still too eager to deny— the temptation was too much.

The tip of the black tentacle pushed at your entrance.

You felt him flinch back when you gasped. “Wait!”

But when you didn't move further, placated by the continuous, delicious sucking of his wet suckers on your wet clit, he tried again, pressing the tip of his sixth tentacle into the lining of your hole, pushing pushingpushingpushingpushingpushing— until it was inside.

You jolted, letting out a long moan as you curled into the feeling of the limb, organ, whatever it was, slipping into your tunnel and slamming into your g-spot. 

You yelped, arching your back so much the mer almost dropped you and turned you around to check on you. It was humiliating, but the tentacle…it was so long and it got so deep, you wanted more. 

The mer didn't understand that though, he stared at your twisted features with what could only be described as concern, still using the suckers to suckle on your clit and pulling out the tentacle to the tip again before you were whining in protest. 

“No, no, don't stop. Do it…again.”

But he plucked out the tentacle in its entirety, so you wriggled around, groaning at every relentless suckle on your sensitive bud, surprised that he let you get one of your hands free just so you could yank the retreating tentacle back to your hole with pathetic desperation. 

“Again,” you demanded. 

The mer, with his stunning eyes and his curious look, bared his sharp teeth and did as you asked.

“Ngh!” You moaned when his tentacle slammed your spot again, wet and unforgiving as it slid back and forth into your body with nothing to ground it. Hell, the other tentacles were barely holding you up anymore, as you were pierced open by one line of thick muscle and sucked by another. 

You shut your eyes and panted heavily as the thrusts, which began steady but sharp, sped up into a pace you could not think around. You were suddenly upright, a third and fourth tentacle slipping up to fiddle with your nipples as you began to helplessly clench around the muscle now using gravity to slam up into you over and over again. 

But it was only once you reopened them, looking back at the mer who licked his pink lips with a heavy gaze behind inky black hair that your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt yourself release all over his thick black tentacles.

By the time you came to, you were soaked, and you knew it wasn't the seawater. Even still, relief rushed you when he gave you a small, happy smile. You thought this was it, and you might finally be let out of his tight grip. It seemed like he was in agreement too when he released your wrists completely, slipped his wet tentacle out of your pussy and brought you down to the waves by your waist. 

But then he paused, keeping your legs just in reach so you could paddle but not swim. 

“Are we…” You nervously cleared your throat, honestly still trying to catch your breath from that earth-shattering orgasm and the revelation that you technically just had sex with another species. “Are we done…?”

The mer made a loud bubble sound, hooded eyes slowly traveling up your body until he focused on your mouth and oh, you knew where this was going— except you didn't because now you were kissing juicy lips and a webbed hand was bringing yours to run down his chest and you began to pant when you felt something long and throbbing just beneath the water line. 

“Oh God,” you mumbled before he gently locked your lips together, grasping the back of your head in one webbed hand and fixing your wrist on his merman cock with your other. 

So you rubbed, up and down and up and down until he began to groan into your mouth. His tentacles were still then, holding you right where he wanted you, but the more you pleased him, the more they twitched until a few drew to the back of your body and began to fondle your ass cheeks. 

You tried to ignore the sensation as you did what he wanted, rubbing wet hands around his pulsing dick, but you couldn't forever. Not when the tentacles suckled at the skin of your thighs, slid between your cheeks and slipped right between your legs back to your sensitive cunt for a second round.

The mer kissed you more passionately now, smacking his mouth against yours and sucking in your lips in tandem with his tentacles until he seemingly couldn't take it anymore and lowered you down further.

It was embarrassing that you didn't even think to escape then. But how could you, when his raging red cock was pushed right into your face and your body was sat onto a pair of tentacles sucking relentlessly at your skin. 

You breathed on it, staring directly up at the mer who was now above you for the first time and looking all the more fascinated for it. He tapped your cheek with it, laughed to himself when a string of cum clung to your skin and guided his cock to your mouth, obviously wanting you to do something.

You did, opening your lips to let it in and almost moaning when the weight of him – this pretty merman who had been terrorising you for a simple mistake, who had been using you for his own entertainment – landed on your tongue.

You ground your cunt into the nearest sucker and licked. You felt like a kitten as you lapped at him, slurping up the juices on his cock veins and pulling him into your mouth as best as you could, given that you could not move much on the tentacle prison around your legs. 

The mer began to moan now, bubbly voice breathy and raised a tone as he realised what had been bothering you without a word shared and moved his hips back…and then back in repeatedly until he found that rhythm he liked. Something sharp, intentional and sexy.

“Mmmm, yes,” you panted around his long cock, moving your hips a little quicker. “Yes, m’re, please.”

You had been right. This mer was nothing close to feral. He was precise, he was experimental, and you loved it way more than you should've. You writhed as he fucked your mouth just like that, smooth, careful, relentless with that intelligent gaze. 

You bounced a little on the tentacles between your thighs as he gradually sped up his pace, thrusting in your mouth with less and less hesitation the more you proved you could take it, that you could be as good a mate to him if he wanted. 

“P’se, p’se,” you begged around him. “I wan’ it.”

The mer groaned, and his rhythm stayed the same, but the tentacles, they moved. One reached to the back of your head to keep you steady, another teased your rim, and the ones suckling on your cunt began to rock forward and backwards, thick muscle thrusting in time with his dick.

You were getting close again.

“I can t’ke it,” you begged, not even sure what you were saying anymore, your whole body trembling with pleasure. “Can be your mate an’ take it for you,” you sucked him hard, and he gasped. “Can do it.”

The mer’s movements had increased to unstoppable. He let the drag of your wet mouth cushion him as he forced the air out of you with his pulsing cock until he let out a string of bubble noises and tossed you into the air. 

You yelled, shocked by the complete change in gravity and the fear of plummeting onto one of the rocks below when four tentacles caught you by your wrists and ankles, stretched you out like a starfish and slammed that long cock right into your cunt. 

“Yes!” Was all you could say, all you could think too as he moved with that same pace, but inside of you. There was a tentacle supporting his back, one suckling your nipples when he hit your g-spot, another wrapped around your throat, and you made another loud yelp. But you didn't mind, you wanted it, wanted him more than you had ever wanted anything in your life. 

And then the last of the eight tentacles, one that had always been left unaccounted for, slipped in between your legs and stretched you out alongside his dick, pistoning you open without extra prepping and you, you didn't, you couldn't—

It only took a few more thrusts before you were screaming, biting your lip as you shook in his hold on a high so addicting you went jaw tight all around him. That was when you felt him release, moaning quietly as he spluttered pumps and pumps of cum inside of your wet little pussy and brought that eighth tentacle out for you both to taste it. Him with a satisfied smirk and you a tired grin.

Mates, huh?

You could work with that.

MASTERLIST

[shoogachi]

A sea woman