🧜‍♀️ Calling All Mermaid Fetish Fans – We Want Your Stories! 🧜‍♂️

[Ro****]

Hi lovely FET community 💜

We’re teaming up with the alternative magazine Scars for a deep-dive article on a truly magical kink: mermaid fetish. Whether you’re enchanted by sirens of the deep or obsessed with aquatic fantasy scenes, we want to hear from you! 🌊

Your insights will help shed light on this unique and underrepresented fetish in a respectful, sex-positive way. And no worries — you’ll stay anonymous. Your FET username won't be used. Instead, your thoughts may appear in the article under a fun name like “mermaid fan #3” or “ocean dreamer”.

Here are the questions we’re asking:

• 💦 When were you first introduced to mermaids?
• 💦 What mermaids were you introduced to (movies, books, myths, etc.)?
• 💦 Why were you originally sexually attracted to mermaids?
• 💦 What attracts you to mermaids now?
• 💦 What do you enjoy seeing the mermaids do in videos (e.g., swimming, sex, BDSM, etc.)?
• 💦 Why do you enjoy mermaid videos where these acts take place?
• 💦 Have you ever had a fantasy about a mermaid? If so, what happens in it?
• 💦 What do mermaids represent to you?
• 💦 Do you feel mermaids have been sexualized in mainstream media? Where and how?

You can answer as many or as few as you'd like — there are no wrong answers. We just ask that you keep it respectful, follow our community guidelines, and speak from the heart (or the depths of the sea 🐚).

Thanks for keeping this space curious, inclusive, and sexy. Can’t wait to read your oceanic obsessions 💜

Kinky greets,
Roney

[va****]

As a professional mermaid, I can't wait to read what people say 😅

[ay****]

My mermaid fantasy? I’m not the siren—I’m the one caught in her net. Dragged into her deep, dark waters, stripped of control, and turned into her plaything. I crave to worship a goddess of the sea, to be bound by her currents, and used as nothing more than her submissive little treasure beneath the waves. Just a toy in her underwater kingdom.

[ox****]

I sort of headcanoning that merfolks cant stay out of water for too long or their protective mucus would dry out and they would have difficulties breathing. So one of my fantasies regarding them is that I would wreck them long enough until they'd *** on air, begging me to let them breathe. And I'd oblige, dunking their head in the water only for a couple of seconds before tugging them back onto the land to continue where we left off. And I would do it again and again until they're completely weakened from the lack of oxygen in their gills.

[Bu****]

😲😲😲

[Bu****]

Swimming in a Mermaid tail and kissing on mushrooms 🍄

[Bu****]

My names Coral so duhhh I’m a mermaid 😘😘😘🐠🐠🐠

[Mi****]

I was obsessed with mermaids when I was little. Still love them now but it’s not a fetish.

[Al****]

I like the idea of a mermaid snatching up sailors one by one taking them to a remote island and using the men as her personal sex slaves in return for food..she can shapeshift into a human body when on land ....hypothetically speaking lol

[WaterDude]

I love mermaids, if any woman wants to know what a scurvy pirate like me would do with a pretty mermaid, just message!

[sw****]

Pool mermaid wish I could get a tail 😍

[WaterDude]

  4 hours ago, vanillabeans0595 said:

As a professional mermaid, I can't wait to read what people say 😅

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Professional?

 

I like that

[da****]

I feel like mermaids would

[mi****]

Always loved mermaids
.🧜‍♀️🦞 Rare delectable 😋 treat 🤤 yum

[da****]

Cannon and the Sirens

Staring into the waters, Cannon barely heard the clank of chains as the guards rowed them upriver toward London. It felt like a dream—Bluebeard’s men marooned beside him, the island, the mermaids. Peg Leg Pete, screaming for his lovers and diving into the sea, vanishing forever.

Was any of it real?

It didn’t matter now. The gallows waited.

“Hey, you in the back!” a guard barked, snapping Cannon from his trance. He jabbed a prisoner in the ribs. “What’s his name?”

“Cannon. That’s what the mermaids called him, anyway,” the man muttered, earning a slap across the face.

“No commentary.” The guard sneered. “Cannon, Captain wants a word.”

Cannon stumbled to his feet and followed the guard down a dark corridor into a stone room. In the center stood a ***-streaked quarterhorse, decked out in shackles and chains.

Without ceremony, the guard clamped cold irons onto Cannon’s wrists and ankles.

As he finished, she entered.

Tall. Boots snapping. Hat shadowing green, unblinking eyes.

“Get his legs too,” she ordered.

“Yes, Captain!”

Cannon blinked. “A woman?”

“Is that a problem?” she asked coolly.

“I’ve just never seen a captain who—”

She yanked his chain hard enough to rip him off his feet. His breath caught. His *** rushed south, traitorous.

She noticed.

“Still some fight in you,” she murmured, circling him like a shark. “Good. I prefer it that way.”

She pushed him forward, shackled and bent, and began her sport: rough touches, whispered threats, sharp pinches and slaps. ***, expertly applied, until Cannon bit his tongue to keep from moaning.

“Tell me how you ended up a pirate’s whore,” she demanded, tightening the chains.

Through gritted teeth, Cannon spoke.

“We wrecked off a reef. Nothing to eat for days. Then Bluebeard’s men washed up. Pete and I—Tom, really—went inland, looking for water. Found it at a waterfall. And them.”

“Them?”

“Women. Beautiful. Naked.” He swallowed. “Mermaids. They looked human on land. They fed us from the sea. Asked only one thing in return.”

Her smile was wicked. “Go on.”

“We gave them what they wanted. They named me Cannon. Pete—Peg Leg Pete—they called him that because he’s… well, you know.”

She chuckled low in her throat.

“The crew got jealous,” Cannon said. His voice hardened. “When they found out, they took one of the mermaids by ***. Hurt her bad.”

“And what did your sweet little sirens do?”

“Overpowered them. Dragged the bastards to sea and set them adrift. Left them to die.” Cannon paused. “Pete jumped into the water. Said he’d rather die with his loves.”

The captain leaned in, whispering, “And what about you, Cannon? Did you love them?”

He shut his eyes. “I did.”

Silence. Only his breathing and the clink of chains.

Then the captain laughed—a sharp, musical sound—and pulled a dagger from her belt. For a second he thought she might cut him down. Instead, she sliced her own shirt, ***ling it away.

And there, shimmering faintly in the candlelight, was the gleam of scales across her ribs.

His heart stopped.

“We miss you,” she said simply. “You never belonged with them. You belong with us.”

She unlocked his shackles and led him, naked and trembling, to a copper bathtub steaming in the corner. As he sank into the water, the heat soaking his bones, she watched him with hunger.

“I’ll take you home,” she promised. “To the island. To endless pleasures. But first—” she kissed his brow, “—we must deliver justice.”

Through the cracked door, Cannon glimpsed the other prisoners being dragged toward the noose. He didn’t feel a shred of pity.

The captain—no, the siren—cupped his chin. “After that, you’ll never leave our arms again.”

As she slid into the tub behind him, her tail unfurling in the water, Cannon smiled for the first time in months.

Maybe this was all a dream.

If it was, he never wanted to wake up

[ur****]

I don't wanna sink a lot of time into this, but mermaids are hot, just saying

[fr****]

Who said they 🧜‍♀️ are only fantasy….?😏🫦…

[Joan455]

Hot 🔥

[GB****]

So do mermaids give live birth like whales and dolphins or do they lay eggs like salmon? Are they a literal surf and turf (warm ***ed upper body and cold like fish on the bottom) or are they totally mammal like? So many questions…lol

[fa****]

I’m a mermaid and probably will be staring to make mermaid content ;) bc I find it very psychologically thrilling

[Do****]

  1 hour ago, faedoll said:

I’m a mermaid and probably will be staring to make mermaid content ;) bc I find it very psychologically thrilling

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Keep us informed, I’m sure there’s lots on here who’d really enjoy that - myself included 🧜🏻‍♀️

[Ca****]

Marooned by me, traitorous crew, I've fashioned me a raft and been afloat for two lonely weeks. The sun burns by day, and the stars mock me by night. Me rations are soon to perish, and I will not be too far behind. The only thing that keeps me hopes up is that each night, like clockwork, I hear a bewitchingly beautiful voice as sweet as moonlight, crooning from the depths. Surely I'm losing my mind, I tell me self it’s madness. Salt Rot in the brain. But last night... I saw her. Just a glimpse—long hair like ink spilled over water, skin pale as moonlit foam, and eyes that shimmered like treasure at the bottom of the sea. In the back of me mind I remembered the stories of sailors being lured by murfolk to their death in the murky deep. Was it truly worse than starving on some driftwood? I called out "Ye Goddess of the sea, take my pitiful offerings to thee" and threw me self overboard. Next thing I knew, I was being caressed by the softest touch I've ever felt in me life, like wet silk is the best I can describe. My life could end there, and I would be happy, but then I felt the belt around my waist loosen, and then her lips met mine, tasting of salt and something sweeter still. It felt as if me lungs were filled with air as I felt her tongue dance around me own. I felt her hand wrap around me girthy cock as I found me own hand exploring her body, her supple breast, then I found the generous curves of her hips, the warmth from her slick mound, welcomed me fingers, and we moved in rhythm, lost to the deep. Our lips parted, her breath hot against me ear. “Fuck me,” she whispered, voice velvety and hungry. She guided me to her quivering quim and I plunged in with no hesitation. It was heaven - tight, wet, otherworldly. But in the haze of ecstasy, I swear I could've felt something sharp I'm me neck, ah but never ye mind laddies - this be bliss.