#mer megatron

[muletia]

If you do heat related asks but we all know the meds are down bad obsessed for reader on the regular…what happens when their heat hits?~

A loooot depends on the mer and what stage of the relationship you’re currently in. Pre-relationship predicaments below:

Optimus will be much cuddlier than usual. He constantly wants to be in physical contact with you, and when he can’t be, he dials up the courting in hopes of earning, in your eyes, the status of someone worthy of interfacing. And even though the hormones are absolutely wrecking his mind and it’s getting really hard for him to think about anything innocent when you’re nearby, he will be insanely patient. If you’re not responding well to the courting, he might relieve a bit of that tension by grinding/humping against rocks or sand deep at the bottom but that’s it. And if you do say yes? Well, then he’ll be visiting the sex cave very, very frequently <3333

Megatron becomes a lot more possessive. He won’t be quite as cuddly, but he absolutely won’t let you leave his lake’s territory during those few days of heat. Any attempt is met with a symphony of warning growls. And lots of biting. So much biting. Neck, arms, legs. You’ll look like you’ve been mauled by some wild animal but it’s just Megatron making sure no one else will show interest in you. His feelings for you may be complicated, sure but you are his. Mate or not.

Ratchet won’t even let on that he’s in heat. He’s old and is convinced he doesn’t deserve a mate anymore. He doesn’t want to be a burden, even if it means enduring horrendous discomfort and trying to act normal around you… unless you’re the one to initiate any kind of affection. Even a simple, innocent kiss on the cheek is enough to shatter that artificial composure of his, and he’ll flee to the ocean, hiding his opening slit from your sight. For his own comfort, it’s best to help him through it. He’ll be immensely grateful and it’ll break down yet another wall he’s built between you.

Arcee won’t want to let you out of the water at all. She’s constantly touching you down there, encouraging interfacing. Lots of biting and dry humping. Everyone needs to know you belong to her especially you. And since I headcanon her as a sea otter, expect a lot of predator play from her. She’ll chase you, nibble you, stalk you occasionally teasing you by tugging at your leg or arm, making it harder for you to swim.

Bumblebee/Smokescreen are in your pants 24/7. They’re so starved for attention and they’ll do anything to get it from you.

Knockout/Breakdown are just the same. Knockout will get bolder with his flirting, trying to look even prettier than usual, while Breakdown tries to look more powerful in your eyes. You’d best be careful around them, because the moment you come within reach of their claws, you’re not getting out of their arms.

[palettepainter]

Re-read some of muletia's posts about their merformers AU and, since it's officially mermay, I took a crack at drawing mer megatron!

I think next to Ratchet...TFP Megatron might be my favourite. His design is so cool, his voice actor is awesome, and every time he's on screen I just can't stop thinking about how cool of a character he is! His interactions with Starscream are also hilarious, cuz half the time Starscream is being so pathetic and Megatron looks so done with his bs

Anyways enjoy a big mer and his baked bean guppy and a small design I did trying to figure out markings/proportions, I love the trope of big scary creature with their teenie tiny offspring

This particular Merformers AU belongs to @muletia

[revelboo]

Okay now that my exams are over I go to the beach with friends and family and I can't stop thinking about Mer!Megatron x Reader 😩 ugh I want him to drag me to the bottom of the sea ngl 🤣🤣

xD he might

Seek and Destroy Pt 3

Mer!Megatron x Reader

Skin prickling as goosebumps spread in a flush along your arms, you know he’s out there. Can feel it in your bones in a breathless mix of anticipation and fear. And you have no idea why you’re out here. Maybe you’re like those horror movie heroines you like to laugh at, too stupid to live. Drawn in by a weird sound in the basement and walking right toward the monster.

You keep remembering how he’d smelled, electric like a storm on the ocean. Searching the waves, you slide a fingertip against the impossibly healed, pink line on your palm and you remember the weight of him pinning you. The heat of his body and the coldness of the wet sand under you. Those sharp teeth and his low, guttural snarling. That he could have hurt you badly and hadn’t. So why are you out here tempting fate? Looking for danger.

It’s funny. In stories, mermaids are supposed to be pretty, but he wasn’t. Scarred and angry, a predator raging against death. You think of those sharp teeth, those luminous red eyes staring down at you as he’d loomed over you. Knowing he was going to rip your throat out, drag you under. You’d been certain of it looking into those eyes. He’d hated you. But he’d still let you live, hadn’t harmed you. So why? And why are you looking for him?

Claws dug into the sandy bottom as the warm currents push and pull at him, his tail flicks to toss up sand and send small fish darting away in a silvery cloud. Keeps thinking of the two legged monster that cut him loose. The acrid stink of your fear as you’d tried to help him. Trying to understand how your kind are apex predators, because you? Too soft and trusting. No claws or fangs. You’d been helpless. Rolling in the sand, he partially buries himself and tries not to think of how unexpectedly soft you’d been or the soft sound of your frightened chirping.

Feels the shift before the pulse washes over him and the webbed spines along his back lift slightly. Watching the first shape sail past where he’s resting, delicate crimson fins flared slightly as the seeker rolls upside down as he passes over him. How had they found him again? Ignoring Starscream trying to provoke him, his tail flicks watching the other two approaching more cautiously. The last of his hunting party. The other three survivors who’d failed the ones counting on them. And while Starscream wants to blame him, he knows Soundwave and Shockwave feel the burden of that guilt. Even if it was all his fault. His decision that cost them everything. Their futures.

“No,” he growls, reluctantly stirring from the sand and swimming away. And not at all surprised when they follow him. How many times does he need to run them off? Why do they keep coming back for him?

“Abandoning us, too?” Starscream snarls, sharp fins flaring as he cuts him off. “Like you abandoned our mates and young?”

And those words hurt because those deaths are his fault. So why can’t they leave him to his misery? Let him die trying to bring as many of those things down with him as he can. “We could stop them once and for all together,” Shockwave says and Megatron refuses to swim faster. To run from them. His brothers.

Realizing too late that he’s angling toward the shore. Homing in unconsciously on where he’d found you and he snarls changing directions. What does he care about soft, two legged creatures with pretty voices? “There’s no stopping them. Only death.” His death. And he didn’t need distractions. Doesn’t need them or you.

Fins bristling when Soundwave brushes against him, his oldest friend. Tendrils drifting behind him, Soundwave rolls to circle him. “Agreed,” Soundwave growls and Megatron flicks his tail. Doesn’t want their help. Or to be responsible for more death. Why haven’t they moved on? Found new pods, a new home, and started over? Maybe they can’t, just like he can’t. Grieving like he’s grieving, but this isn’t their duty. He led them hunting, left their home vulnerable thinking the younger males could protect the others. He’d been wrong.

Previous

[keferon]

There’s something incredible about your aus that they start out with fun characters and world building ideas and then we all start digging underneath. And inevitably end up with a story that, for me (and I’ll only speak for my own experience here), forces me to think deeply about the world around us and life in general. And that is powerful stuff. /pos

Thank you thank you

I’m kind of dooming my AUs into that every time because I have this imaginary rule to make every storyline .uh. unique? Like if I already have “a human who randomly befriended a mer” then all other characters has to be something entirely different. So I end up starting to dig out references and experimenting with contrasting concepts and genres. And usually it leads to everyone crying because nothing makes such a contrast with simple fun as complicated suffering heh?

[squidthesquidd]

guys its MERMAY!!!! SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!!!! merformers time >:3

Ive got a couple ideas of what kind of aquatic animals i should turn the transformers: High Frequency bots into, but I wanna know if yall have better ideas! so heres what ive got so far:

Bumblebee- Golden pufferfish

Cliffjumper- Red congo pufferfish

Optimus- Sperm whale

Elita- Whale shark

Ratchet- Lumpfish

Prowl- Pygmy corydoras catfish

Arcee- pink tritonia slug

Jazz- Oyster toadfish

Mirage- Flashlight fish

Megatron- bull shark

Starscream- lionfish

Thundercracker- california flying fish

Skywarp- barracuda

[magicalprofessorsludgedeputy]

In stranger waters.

Aka TransforMERS megabee drabble

When megatron awoke it was to the sinking feeling of something wrong, something he couldn't quite place. His eyes slid open to survey his surroundings only for the answer to hit him like a hammer to the face as he realized where he was.

Last he remembered he was in the middle of a swamp and now he was in some sort of human structure constructed from dull red brick and almost completely flooded with swamp water. Half rotten stairs lead up out of the water to an ancient door where he could could hear someone moving around and smell something cooking.

Someone had found him and brought him here, someone had bandaged his wounds, someone was approaching the door.

The last realization sent him diving below in order to observe his captor unseen. The door creaked open spilling warm orange light into the darkness before being swiftly shut. The human carefully made their way down carrying a large bowl of some sort of human food.

They were dressed similarly to the humans megatron had seen aboard fishing vessels, dark heavy fabric with rubbery boots and gloves over a base garment with a hood thrown over their head. In addition their face was hidden by a reflective visor and some sort of black cloth over their mouth.

The human trudged into the water before pausing when the water reached their knees.

Megatron bit back a snarl. Did this human seriously believe offering food would spare him his wrath?

"Hello? I'm not gonna hurt you or anything I just brought you here so you wouldn't be spotted." They- he? Called to him.

Megatron mearly observed in silence tentacles flicking irritably.

"Come on big boy where-"

His head snapped towards him.

"There you are! Come on out big guy I have some food for you. There's no need to-"

The human looked down at himself then back at megatron as if realizing something before setting bowl down on a step behind him.

"Oh, Hold on a second."

To megatrons shock the human turned and began removing its coverings. First the visor, then the gloves, and then with no small amount of rather undignified wiggling he pulled off his hooded covering revealing yet another surprise.

Where humans were meant to have bare flesh honey brown scales with thick stripes of yellow and black along his back. Feathery fins jutted out from his fore arms and spine. When he turned around megatron found soft looking grey skin at his front and scales covering the top half of a distinctively nymphish face framed in electric yellow frills.

"What are you?" Megatron questioned softly as he emerged from below.

The creature grinned like a piranha vivid blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I am the beast of the swamp" the self proclaimed beast boasted stepping deeper in the water. "though my friends just call me bumblebee. And you are?"

Megatron opted to push back his confusion in favor of responding with atleast some sense of dignity.

"I am lord megatron, leader of the decepticons and ruler of the deep sea. Why have you brought me here beast?"

He drew himself to his full height and bared his fangs in a scowl.

The beast only smiled as he answered.

"Well megs-"

"Its Megatron!" The decepticon lord snarled

"Then it's bumblebee."

Megatron huffed at the impertinence.

Bumblebee continued to smile.

Megatron conceded.

"My apologies, bumblebee. Please, continue."

"Well megatron, as I was saying, I found you half dead in the middle of my swamp and decided to bring you here to my place to patch you up before a human could see you and kick off another monster hunt. I really don't wanna deal with them traipsing around my swamp with guns and dogs messing things up for me."

That.... made sense.

It was a perfectly reasonable explanation given the circumstance. There was no need to act rashly. He had to be tactical and first things first that meant he had to focus on healing before he could risk another encounter especially in unfamiliarity territory. He doubted escaping would be just as easy the second time around.

With that in mind he paused to gather himself.

"Well then... it would seem I am stuck here until my wounds heal." Megatron stated more to himself then anything but bumblebee hummed in agreement.

"Look on the bright side big guy." He began casually as he wiggled out of the overalls and stepped into the water.

"you have shelter, plenty of space to swim once its dark out, charming company, and to top it off the best food in the state if I don't say so myself." With that bumblebee grabbed the bowl and made his way over to him carefully keeping it above the water.

Megatron hesitantly accepted the bowl ftim his host and studied the contents. It was some sort of warm yellow liquid with bits of cooked meat floating in it and a silver stick thing to one side. It smelled appetizing for human food he supposed. He would take what he could get until he could get home.

Cautiously megatron brought the bowl up to his mouth and took a hesitant sip careful to maintain his composure.

He bit back a moan nearly melting at the intoxiting taste as it warmed his throat before eagerly gulping down the rest of the concoction all composure instantly abandoned in favor of wolfing down his divine meal.

"Is there more?" He asked eagerly when he finished, handing the bowl back to bumblebee who was quietly laughing to himself.

"Oh definitely, though i admit i didn't think you'd be this eager." The swamp beast giggled.

"Don't you worry megsy, I'll take good care of you."

Megatron could feel the energon rush to his face. It would seem he would have to watch himself more carefully for the foreseeable future.

"Thank you, bumblebee."

[cafe-of-insomnaics]

Meg's needs to get MC pregnant, he needs the joy of a pup, the big guy needs the love, all the kisses, all the pups.

Gods I would die if Op and Megs tag team MC, just aaaaaa

Another surprise vote. For Marine Centre. Just want to get some ideas. And yess I will be picking from both the least voted and most voted.

Votes on this will consist of

Next 2 smut character chapter.

Who gets MC pregnant.

Who realises they are.

And a few other things I have planned.

[rotting-decepticon]

merformer decepticons!!!!

my last post really got my thinking… my lord.

I imagine the island you crash on is in the middle of Autobot and Decepticon territory, with one half being Autobot and the other Decepticon. Because of this, you see both often. At first, the Decepticon’s may try to kill/injure you, but will slowly warm up to you. Autobots are more gentle and are nice off the bat, so you may favor them more. try not to favor one side too much, however, as this may cause more fighting than normal once they realize they like you and you favor one side, especially if it’s the decepticon’s and they find out you like the autobots better.. Megatron will probably bite you all over to try and mark you as his territory (he gets Knockout to fix you up later, so the wounds are properly tended to and won’t get infected). Fighting may also occure among the Decepticon’s if they find out someone is also trying to mate with you, so expect Starscream to come to you more often and whine about having to fight another Decepticon because they also wanted to mate with you.

On the topic of Starscream, he’s the more whiny and “tsundere” of the bunch, at first claiming he “hates that pathetic humans guts”, but he’s quick to switch up in private.

Megatron himself also is one to bring you prey, both so you don’t die and also to court you. If he’s an orca mer, he’ll bring whales he killed to you, but reluctantly stops when you tell him that he’s making them become endangered. leopard seal megatron will also do this, but he won’t bring you whales since he’s a bit too small to drag them around. he will even sometimes bring you limbs of enemies he defeated. look! he brought you the head of an autobot! aren’t you proud of him? isn’t he such a good potential mate for you? wait, why are you screaming and crying?

soundwave… oh my soundwave.. <3 (ill focus on tfp soundwave for now bc i love him sm). he at first seems cold, distant, and uninterested, but slowly warms up to you. he’ll often bring you crabs and cracked open oysters to eat, since you can’t eat the shell like he can (pros of having metal teeth ig?). he’ll also bring you pearls if he finds one in the prey he was eating.

shockwave starts out like soundwave, and takes much longer to warm up due to his surpressed/lack of emotions. it first starts out as genuine curiosity of humans and your anatomy, and slowly blooms into an obsession. he’s careful not to sting you, and is both weirded out and amazed at how humans deal with jellyfish stings. he also will bring you things, though it’s always something you currently need. need some sticks for whatever reason? shockwave brought you some driftwood. need more fish because some mers took the ones in your fishing nets before you got to them? shockwave brought you some fish to eat (he likes to stick around and watch you cook them, he’s fascinated by fire and how you use it) and he also punished stung those mers who stole from you! you might also be confused as when you see him, he appears to be.. dancing?

ohhhh knockout my drama queen.. he’s a bit more familiar with humans, so he is not as grossed out by how you function like some (cough starscream cough), but he still has his.. nitpicks. he also is fascinated by fire, but learns immediately afterwards to not touch it after it burns him and “ruins” his paint job, leaving you with a very whiny decepticon mer to comfort. he will also do dances/performances in the water for you!! he’ll do flips as he jumps out of the water and flaring out his fins (as a lionfish) whenever he sees you, knowing it would fascinate and captivate you!

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@muletia

[crying-fantasies]

Monsterfucking

Masterlist

Featuring Merformers! Rodimus Prime, smut/fluff/humor, CW: you fuck the fish, that's it, Roddy doesn't know about kissing, licking (sexy and lovingly), handjob, penetration, mention of a knot, barrier language, nesting, light gore (in a fight), mention of Rodimus’ creators, mer pups/cubs (I love these fictional babies so much), long fic.

Days in Cybertron tend to be regulated in cycles, the days are longer than average back on Earth, and it has been years but you still get problems waking up at the start of the day cycle, a new day to work, and a new day to try and not mess all up as a snake-like tail gets clingy, not letting go of your leg and purring when his claws get a hold of your torso again, hardly letting you hold on the data pad and give your boss a message of your more than sure tardiness just to get a thumbs up from her, almost hearing her say “work hard!”

Anything to help an endangered species.

Rodimus tends to be quite the hyper-energy kind of person, well, fish, he stands up more than the rest of the marine wildlife on this planet, and that's saying a lot given the unique metallic nature displayed, it’s a miracle that whatever kind of liquid filling most of the planet's oceans isn't cooking your meat out of your bones; Rodimus stands up, a lot, you've seen the others around, most are friendly, more inclined to curiosity when they touch your legs or look at you from some reef like structures, believing those as the better spot to hide but forgetting to low the light in their optics, first time it happened you were in for a shock as the rest of the team laughed at your spooked reaction to more than 20 pairs of optics shining bright under the liquid, all with overflowing attention to the new organic putting feet on the floating laboratory.

Rodimus would always be more noticeable to you, as he was the first pair of blue optics reaching out to you the same day your work put you there, so far away from your real home, all to preserve the mechanical nature of this planet and it's creatures, Rodimus escaped from his group, servos trying to catch onto his fins, all for nothing as the mech came up to a side of the lab where your official in charge was giving you the tour of the facility.

With shiny red-colored scales and flimsy paper-like metallic membranes, he was just like in the books, something from far away yet seemed organic, it was something so intricate no one could ever think of, the pads in his digits patted your right foot, feeling the texture of skin and thin body hair before giving a high pitched trill when he launched himself back to the liquid.

One of the scientists laughed, “Rodimus likes you”, almost catching on to his designation he emerged back, just to be dragged under by the rest of his group in a hissing feat, especially by a very mad hunter mech.

Mechs they call them, as in mechanical individuals, some skip over formalities and call them mers because the mers call themselves that way; and no, it’s not a joke as you see Chief Medical Darcy act as a referee when Optimus and Megatron are about to rip the fins of one another again as the doctor only sips on his instant chemical coffee, watching them both quarrel like an old couple, using sounds on a piano-like artifact to tell them to, in the mers own language, “frag off already, Optimus, you left him” while pointing at the blue mer, then to the almost smiling big-like ancient shark, playing his piano like a pro, moving pieces and volumes to say: "Megs, you shouldn't have acted like that, you started it”.

They are ancient, going way back to when Earth was still galactic powder, sentient in every way, they have language, culture, arts, and everything in between, the planet was under colonization until someone noticed the fishes could communicate, it all burned down from it, now considered a protected system the priority was to increase their number, as they could tell tales from bygone times, cures and methods never told before; the mer called Alpha Trion knew of a treatment for decayed fins, which somehow also worked on humans, it was incorporated to treat many skin diseases back on Earth, and the pros of keeping them alive overwhelmed the ones trying to sell them in pieces like it was done at first.

Rodimus is part of the reproduction program, more like one of the offspring resulting from it, but you've seen the program, it looks more like a dating event to this point, and then a nursery program, once the mers get good results, keeping the babies is high maintenance even for the most experienced ones, Cory tells you so once he catches on Rodimus going to you more times than ordinary, cuddling your side like an over-affective cat while purring, “he was just a small baby when I handled him, seems like it was yesterday”, he has a very worn-off expression, and the bags under his eyes tell you of unending nights while he has a new baby in his arms, you see a few mers in the pool connected to the nursery, passed out on the floor in uncomfortable positions over beds of wire-like kelp, some with their young sleeping like angels over them, and Rodimus, who is now shining and swimming in circles for some reason around you two as you also hold a baby, is very focused in how the little guppy holds the neck of your t-shirt, even using one of the sleepy carriers as some platform to show off his pretty red and orange scales, “never expected to live enough to see the day he would dance for a human”, you take a moment to think over it, process it, Rodimus has little time to do something when one moment you're standing there and the next you're running like you heard Megatron is coming with a bad temper.

Rodimus hasn't seen you since that day and makes it everyone else's problem while wailing on the shore closest to your room, and you, so shocked you almost dropped the baby back into the water, only hide in the sudden realization that an alien, mechanic, sentient fish wants to have something with you.

It was too much for a Saturday night, excusing yourself and leaving the baby with Cory who shouted something along the lines of it being normal, “Have you seen this fellow here?” he pointed at the red and silver mer in the pool, a new sire taking a rest while his babies were being rocked back and forth by you just a few seconds ago, the silver and white baby, now in Cory’s arms next to his red and white sibling, “have you meet Miss Astoria yet? The co-owner of this preservation program? These are her boys”

How can it be normal? How did it even happen between two different species on two different planets? How come the babies don't even look human? How?

And why is he trying so hard to find you? There is hardly time to even eat next to the shore before he appears once again, at least his blue optics peaking over the liquid before he goes back down, leaving you in a moment of solitude, raising your hopes, that maybe he finally settled for a partner of his species, but no, Rodimus only went back to the ocean and took out some kind of alien mechanical fish, still moving and trying to return from where it came, only to be gutted right there and then in front of you, Rodimus looks at you, expectantly, how can his optics shine so much?

“You know what? Fuck it”

Next thing everyone knows you're sunbathing in your free time on the beach, Rodimus making a donut-shaped nest at your side with his body, thrilling happily while doing so before you are called back, making him look at you, then at the nest, and back at you, big optics pleading and almost whimpering, “what is-? No, no! It's not that I don't like it! You shouldn't even be doing that here!”

Mers hardly do nests everywhere, as it is only recommended to do it near calm waters, safe to raise their young, close to the waters to ensure the moisture of the nest, with enough light to keep the iron sand warm and cozy for the growing protoforms.

Rodimus makes them where he likes or where you stay for a time long enough for him to get back at his job.

Cory tells you that's normal, since you said yes to Rodimus is normal for any newly paired couple to create their own nest, and also the fact that Rodimus is a recently matured young adult makes him more eager over the idea.

Maybe not exactly at the prospect of having a baby, more like the idea of banging.

Rodimus makes a lot of nests around the iron sand, he has one outside your shared habsuit, another out of your side of the laboratory, one in the sunbathing grounds like the other mers, but not one in the nesting grounds or the nursery, being extremely on edge if an unpaired mer looks at you or his nests, Rodimus is snarling at them when he notices, fins flaring with violent intent and only stopping when the other mer is at a distance he considered respectful before going to you as if he was the victim and not the curious young mech, chattering inconsolable until you let him snuggle in your lap, holding to you and whistling happily.

Mers, while being highly intelligent and sentient still go by their traditions, quite animalistic traditions as they fight over themselves to get a partner, and catch the attention of another; a group is wrestling in the iron sand in one of the little islands while you sunbathe with Rodimus, cleaning his fins of parasites or dead scales, taking samples while at it before a road and a snarl catches on your attention, jumping on your spot over the sand and looking at the island, two mers soon to kill each other while some others look, expectantly, waiting for the winner, the mers waiting to make a display and show their scales, show their array once the loser is bleeding energon in the sand and the winner takes the prize, you feel bad for the med, dragging his massive metal body back to the ocean, maybe soon to arrive at the medic area for medical aid, Rodimus calls your attention back at him, his servos holding your hands and pressing them back at his chest which rumbles, then holding onto your face to look him directly at his optics once you notice the healed scars under his scales or the growing pity on the injured mer just meters away.

Doesn't take much to know why he is always so clingy, or the reason for him to have so many scars when you look at his multiple medical reports, all gained after several mating seasons, losing every single one, being dragged back by Cory to patch him up even in a fainted state.

You look at him now, different, both resting in the bed inside your habsuit, still too early in the morning, Rodimus is curled next to you, his arms holding you, tail heavy over your legs, tangled within your legs, a remarkable subject that pointed out what he was and what you are, impossible to miss, still, you know about it now.

Nesting season is still a long way to come but the mating one is ever present once the fights for lovers have ended, Rodimus seems to not be moved by it, or he tries to appear as much as he grooms you with his hands and his glossa, it is more like an affectionate display but it still far from any sex, still, while he tries to rule over your hair with his oral solvents you catch on the puffy look his slit shows; most paired mates had long since gone to more private zones to let their needs and urges free, you are with the rest of the team as everyone gives their farewell to the newly paired young mechs, hoping for the best in the nesting season.

He tries to deny it, trying to keep up with the older mers who choose not to join the younger ones and the ones without pairs, all just doing their usual routines, Rodimus comes back much earlier than usual and becomes more anxious, just yesterday you finally noticed the reason why he didn't like to enter the nursery lagoon, using the piano-like artifact, asking him if he didn't like to come near the nursery even when you or Cory, his partner and his sire, were inside, his answer was simple “you don't like pups”.

Take a moment to let that sink and the misunderstanding born from the moment you realized his intent in courting you, Rodimus was, in reality, giving you much praise while snuggling next to you, presenting how nice you were with the young pup in your arms in front of his sire, happy by the way you two seemed to be getting along and then thinking in how happy his carrier was going to be when he came back with the hunting group, but his sire said something, making you jump and run, leaving the pup behind with his sire.

Rodimus believed you didn't like babies.

Which, in truth, wasn't exactly like that or different, “it may be impossible”, your words translated with the machine made his optics go big, soon pointing at himself, “Well, hard to happen”, Rodimus looked at you with barely closed optics, a little mad and hurt, “how can we be prepared? Or in any case, why now?” of course, it had to be soon, as the days progressed, and as every grooming session got heavier, sometimes you would nap while Rodimus cleaned you, soon feeling the way his servos were touching, massaging, his glossa looming over your neck, denta nipping at the skin.

He has been so strong so far, but it only takes a movement of your leg to make his tail recoil over it, rubbing his dilated slit over your hip, moaning during his recharge, optics opening just slightly when your fingers started to move along the opening, he squeaked, then rumbled out a groan, hissing while letting his slit open, you've seen the books, but it never said anything of it being soft, like rubber, Rodimus moves his hips, his massive tail pumping against your fingers as his arms go to your neck, anchoring himself to you while crying out in ecstasy, your fingers push a little more and you find a protrusion, pushing your fingers out for a moment to show his spike, letting you touch him more, lavish him more, his servos were frantically holding to the meat in your ass, trying to make you move against his spike in a rutted haze, barely giving your time or space to get the pajama pants off, “Okay, if only we could- could you keep it down?”, your laugh is nervous as he seems to be ripped apart on putting you over or under him, groping where he can while doing so, being careful to not catch your skin or hair with his frantic moving seams, finally deciding to put you down in the mattress, rocking his spike in between your open legs, knowing well the differences, but also the coincidences, between your bodies.

Where the slit of his tail was is also the point in which your legs connected.

“Come here”, your instructions are hard to follow as he is overthinking, full of joy while nipping at your neck, eager to couple but too excited to put it in, the little fighting you both do, one to put his spike inside of you and the other showering you with affection, finally ends when your hand catches on the pointy head of his spike, pumping at it while dragging him over, making him curl a little to be able and still be face to face plate.

Of course, you should've expected the unfamiliar sensation, impossible to compare to anything you've ever had, there was desperation in it, and his movements were too fast, too eager, still, Rodimus kept showing what you liked about him, smiling like a dork and holding to you, letting your legs brace to his tail, said tail rocking fast against you like he was swimming, putting your arms around his helm as he snuggled against your chest and neck, leaving bite marks just to show off, never to give you real damage, moving just enough, in that specific part to make you see starts with your breathless indications, easing your worry with forehead nudges that you changed for kisses, taking him for a surprise before he just let you continue, imitating you, when you felt his spike grow, inflaming, he was sure to make you come at least once before he started to pump faster, wilder, until the base was all in, pushing to a point never had before, looking at you with barely open optics as he started to coo and chatter, you didn't know what he was saying without aid, but Rodimus was singing you praises once again, “I love you, we are mates, mates for life, you're mine, I’m yours”, every short break in between his thrilled gibberish were supposed to be words, but you didn't have much to think straight as he kept on leaking into you, overflowing, keeping it all inside while relishing over your limp body as he still moved to let you get all of him, cleaning you once again to let you rest.

Once you slept well, he was back from wherever he went, coming back with food for the day for you both, once you ended your rations he would give you one of those glances, holding one of your legs, smoothly putting it over the beginning of his tail as you let him, seating you over his already wet and dilated slit.

Mating season wasn't a long period, but it was a delightful one, soon comprehended why so many people on base were missing for all of its duration, now being part of them and even learning why some told you to keep your clothes off most of the time except for a night coat easy to open, Rodimus was a good lover, as he barely left your side, and if he did, it was only to get rations from the cafeteria before leaving them to you and expanding the nest he was making outside your habsuit, using his body, curling it over the sand to make it compact at the base, then making a hole in the middle to keep water inside while you rested inside, not worrying about you leaving to do your science as he was sure the other humans just let you rest.

Months later, Cory found Chandler hissing at the ocean, just to stop, startled, like him at the sight of Rodimus, soon making direct eye contact with them, holding a still closed-eyed little black and silver hissing pup between his servos, presenting his own young and beaming with pride as they both heard you screaming Rodimus’ designation with two more pups in your arms from your habsuit, more than likely enraged and worried out of your mind by the lack of your firstborn in the nest where you left him with his siblings, then being startled by the potent cry of the pup that could only be comparable to a dying animal asking for mercy as he was soaked, cold and scared out of his young mind by the emotion of Rodimus’ to show off his offspring, and this was the fourth stop he made so far.

Rodimus’ carrier, Chandler, didn't give his own pup time to ponder what made you so mad before he was trying to knock some sense with violence into his adult pup like he was still a youngling after snatching protectively the pup against his chest to try and comfort him, Cory runs to them to try and save his son from the fury of his partner and his heavy servo, you appeared with your other two babies to see Rodimus being smacked by his carrier without mercy, “Have I not taught you well?! What in the PIT were you THINKING?! What are you DOING with a NEW FORGED PUP OUT OF THE SLAGING NEST?!”

Rodimus was a great lover, he was still learning to be a sire.

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Inspired by the work of @tinydefector and @shyspider, love your guys’ work so much, totally lost Mermay but I can try it again with some good monsterfucking.

And if you realized, yeah, that hissing baby is Sunset.

@tf-kinktober2024

[yayasvalveplay]

https://www.tumblr.com/yayasvalveplay/782640292719443968/not-mer-optimus-having-a-one-night-stand-with-the?source=share

...Idea.

What if their time on Earth, instead of what it is in canon, is the entire pod getting captured and sent to an aquarium

The aquarium was founded by Isaac Sumdac, and aims to de-stigmatize the public perception of mers to the general public. Five mers being found injured and unconscious and being brought in? It would be a perfect supplement to the aquarium

plus, these warmer-water mers are a perfect way to add some more friendly-looking mers into the aquarium. Their more recent addition before them, a scarred great-white mer that stalks the length of his tank like he's hunting whoever is watching him, is... unnerving to the public. Smaller, more colorful mers are the perfect way to appeal to the public and give them other mers to look at!

When they all wake up, the entire pod's been split into different tanks and arranged in order of least to most threatening. As a lionfish, Optimus is last- right next to the doorway leading to the great white mer exhibit

Oh that's interesting for an alternative universe. One where thay are all injured. And op and Megan get to know eachother while caged.

But op someone gets moved. Or moves himself into megatrons tank.

[muletia]

I love the idea of mer!ratchet’s guppies bing tiny and chubby little guppies that swarm all around you as they relish in he feeling of your flesh across their soft scales

Something like ponyo before she became a human at first the pod is the size of tiny shrimps all of them could be fit in your palm after a few weeks of having them, they grow until they could lay fully on your palm with they chubby tummies facing you as they lay lazily,

If you and ratchet were away for a few minutes doing something, you always brace yourselves to be met with the chonky swarm of baby guppies as they nuzzle both of you while chirping happily

AHHHH THE CHUBBY GUPPIES HAVE TAKEN OVER MY BRAIN

Oh god, imagine that when you're welcoming your tiny babies into the world, taking care of them is actually pretty simple. Maybe it's hard to spot them, but I imagine that for the first few weeks of their lives, they’ll mostly just sleep, so your care would mainly focus on keeping them in a safe, enclosed place.

Borrowing from the Ponyo example, you suggest keeping them in a bucket, and Ratchet is absolutely horrified by the idea. What kind of way is that to take care of guppies, are you serious? What kind of responsible parent... until it turns out that this method actually works really well, and you’re finally able to keep your little swarm of children under control.

And then the guppies grow and become more lively. That's when you and Ratchet really have to show true parental patience, because your guppies will be "bugging" you 24/7. Constantly cuddled up against you or Ratchet (who’s already sleep-deprived enough, and having offspring just finishes him off even more), hanging off your arms, bouncing on Ratchet's tail, and grabbing onto Ratchet’s tailfin whenever he strays too far from them for their liking.

Also, I can totally imagine ratchet finally finding time for a nap or just collapsing exhausted into the sand, and your guppies decide to use him as a couch. Just a whole bunch of chubby mers napping on their sire (or carrier lmao). One on his head, most of them sprawled across his back, some lying across his tail. Maybe one or two squished themselves between his crossed arms.

And since we're talking about chubby guppies — imagine the big bad Megatron with a swarm of chubby guppies. Their clumsiness is adorable, but he can’t wait for them all to grow into capable warriors like himself.

[palettepainter]

Cheese test

We're back again baabbyy!

More stuff with @muletia merformer au, this time, with Megatron! Tfp Megatron's design is so fucking cool and honestly, he might just be one of my favs from the series purely from a design perspective, of COURSE I had to write something with the big grump

Warnings: Swearing but that's cuz Megatron is a jerk, very brief chase scene? Reader briefly thinks Megatron is actually going to kill them for being too silly (don't worry they live)

Again this merformers au belongs to muletia, I went with their hc of Megatron being an axolotl mermaid

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You’re learning more and more just how hard it is to diferintiate between genuine curiosity…and outright stupidity 

You’re pretty sure this leaned more into the realm of undoubtful stupidity, and yet, your curiosity urged you to pursue with your plan 

From your place sat on the log you hum lowly and slowly, turning squinted eyes over to the massive body breaching the water and lounging tranquilly in the shallows not too far from you. His eyes are closed, face set in a resting scowl, immense form shifting with the gradual rise and fall of his deep breaths that, to anyone none the wiser, would give the impression he was snoozing 

You on the other hand, know better than to ever assume the beast of the lake is never aware of your presence in his territory 

As you stand, the dirt crunches beneath the soles of your shoes, the mers external gills don’t even lift to the sound, though you know he definitely heard you.

He is completely, utterly unthreatened by your presence, you would be to if your roles were reversed… 

A wicked smile curled onto your face

Speed walking to the water, glancing to the mer every few seconds, you carefully wade out from the shallows until the water breached over the top of your knees. It’s naturally cold, but not so cold to at all deter you from your current objective - your sense of logic and intrigue can’t agree on if that’s for better or worse 

It’s impossible to be discreet with how every movement, no matter how subtle, pulls sloshes from the water as it rippled around your legs. For a terrified second, when you hear the sound of something massive shifting behind you, you froze like a petrified goat, worried you had been too loud. 

Your mer acquaintance was not fond of being disrupted

Mouth pressed into a nervous line, you shyly peer over your shoulder to glance in his direction- and a cool rush of relief floods over your form when the source of the sound was only due to him turning his head away

Based on how steady his breathing sounded, you wager he’s not going to move anytime soon

Perfect 

Suppressing the urge to giggle evilly to yourself you fluidly dunk your hand under the water, grasping at a clutch of reeds which you easily uproot from their secured spot in the moist earth below

They wilt over your knuckles, water rushing off them in ribbons which soon turned to sad, pitiful drips that return to the lake below

You had grabbed at more than you wanted, but you’re filled with such a potent mix of giddy excitement and crippling anxiety that you don’t have any attention spare to fuss over the finer details 

Time to get that bastard back 

Your little scheme for revenge was all the stupid mers fault anyway, how were you supposed to know he was going to react in such a way?!

You’d left town for a week to meet up with family up in the city, just a general catch up to exchange how dull or exhilarating life had been since the last time you’d gathered. Of course, once you’d returned home, you’d traced the familiar woodland path down to the secluded lake to check in with the grouch of a mer that resided there

It was the first instance you could vouch were he had clingy, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that mister cranky had missed little old you~

Of course, you had teased, just a tiny bit, the responding growl told you Megs did not welcome such behaviour, so instead, you’d spared him of such torment (though you had stashed away the event for future teasing purposes~) and instead told to him the details of your little getaway

Naturally, as with most of your visits, you did all the talking while your mer was mostly quiet, save for the periodic huff, snarl or eyeroll, which was generally as far as his emoting ever went 

You didn’t mind his silence, you’d grown quite accustomed to it, in an odd way, there was something comforting about it, soothing even 

It was when you decided it was time to leave that your grudge against the mer had started.. 

He refused to let you move. At all. 

Anchoring you in place with his giant forearm that effortlessly weighed down your legs, in spite of your fruitless efforts to shove him away. His warning growls fell on stubborn, deaf ears as you contemplated the risk of just screaming for help to see if he’d flee to the safety of the water: what you did instead was arguably more dumb

You bit him

Well, attempted was more accurate 

You don’t even know why you did, it was so random

You’d barely managed to leave a faint dent in the surface of his tough skin, all you’d gained was a weird taste in your mouth - a mix between fishy and earthy tasting - and a fucking bite to your own shoulder!

Which was NOT easy to patch up you would add!

What was worse?? That stupid, smug jerk actually had the audacity to look pleased with himself at how shaken silly you were, all blood rushing from your face leaving you a pale, ghostly, trembling mess

You really thought, for a split second, that he was going to tear your whole arm off (it would have been too easy for him to do so), but instead he wanted to return the favor. Except while your bite hardly left a scratch, his left you with an impressive - for lack of better terms - hickey

Somehow, you had managed to successfully conceal it from view under turtlenecks, jumpers and various hoodies. Though you did get a bunch of weird looks from people on that one particular hot day not too long ago

You scowl thinking back on it

‘Big meanie..’

Reeds in hand, you travel back to the shore and begin to approach the massive mer, your chest puffed out as if you had earned the right to approach him

As the space between you and him grew smaller he continued to not show any acknowledgement, even if you knew he was acutely aware of just how near you were. You stop some ways from him, just out of arms distance for yourself, but you are well within his grabbing range, still, you are not deterred

Concealing the reeds behind your back, you hop up on your heels, speaking in your best, casual voice “Hey Megs!”

No reaction, as you expected 

“Meeegs~” your voice drawled, in a way that was purposely aggravating, and to your own credit, it succeeded in exactly the way you wanted it to: the long, frilly gills that fell down the back and around the sides of Megatron’s head ghosted with movement, unable to block the annoying, sing-songy quality of your tone 

Still, he does not move 

Feeling bold, you take a few steps forward. You briefly debated prodding him with a finger, but decided that might be a bit much

“Hey big guy, I wanna show you something” 

In response, the giant mer actually rumbled, a deep sound that grumbles from the back of his throat like an alligator bellow. Seeing that you now, at the very least, hold a fraction of his attention you lean in to hammer the final nail into the coffin

“Don’t worry, it’s a gift. You’ll like it! I promise��

….Unhurriedly, his head turned in his folded arms

An ancient, crimson eye peeled open to squint at you, another soft bellow rumbling from his throat 

As he considered your words, you continued to smile, praying that your act was convincing and that he somehow hadn’t seen through your innocent facade The weight of his stare is crushing, the cold, calculated eyes of a predator, examining you as if you are a miniscule specimen under a microscope 

Or a pathetic mouse curled before him 

Positive that you’ll never be unaffected by his stare, you can’t help but shift on your feet, the awkwardness at his prolonged silence beginning to stir a broth of fresh new nerves. You avert your gaze, the muscles of your face beginning to grow sore from how you were having to force your smile from shrinking back  

In that moment, he snorted through his nose, a puff of air that hits the nearby grass and had the long blades leaning back. While his face was often carved into a seemingly everlasting grimace, even you can recognise smug enjoyment when you see it 

‘Arrogant fucker’

“Can you at least try and look like you’re interested?..” you deadpan at him, not trying to conceal the unimpressed edge to your tone at how difficult he was being

The single eye that studied you narrowed, pupil dilating to an irked slit, obviously not keen on you speaking to him in such a way

If to merely aggravate you further or because he was simply in one of his moods, but the only movement he made was a faint, just barely registered, annoyed flick of his tail in the water 

Frowning, you mirror his expression, not naive enough to believe you stand a chance of intimidating him into doing as you asked, or ever will - if Megatron could laugh you know he’d cackle unapologetically at the notion - but you weren’t going to buckle so easily, not this time

He doesn’t back down, his rumbling morphing to a shallow growl at your boldness to meet his glare evenly, daring you to keep pushing his buttons, which he would never admit you were extremely good at 

He would also never admit, even to himself, that his tolerance of you was in no way related to your heedless bursts of boldness so long as he drew breath

That you’re maddening skill to delicately tow the line between the embodiment of allurement and being a downright, brainless, half-wit moron was as delicious and enticing as it was vexing

He didn’t even know when it was his displeasure towards your very presence had begun to fade

When had it started??...Was it possibly that first occasion in which you had settled at his lake all those months ago after so many times of traversing the nearby footpaths? So unaware of just how close to danger you had placed yourself?? Just feet away from the waters edge

Was it the sheer informality in which you had gasped upon catching his eyes peeking above the water near you, and the following eccentric coeing that fell from your mouth? The way you had held out your arm above the water in some attempt to try and encourage him closer?? Were you sane??

He had been set on eating you. He SHOULD have eaten you. Why didn’t he eat you? Why did he allow you - a puny little human of all things! - to exist in his presence?..

His eye widened the next second when you leaned away, giving him a closed eye shrug, scowl wiped from your face “Well, if you don’t want to see it I guess I’ll just go home”

Megatron couldn’t help what happened next

As you pretended to take a step back and turn, with the guise of walking over to your shoulder bag sitting back by the log, you instantly smile in silent victory upon hearing Megatron’s great body moving

The pebbles of the ground shift and crunch at the movement of his mighty frame rising, the sound of the water being disrupted by the motion of a body made of pure muscle, and before you know it, one large, giant arm is slamming into the earth just inches from your side 

You pause, glancing to it, and at the way in which his claws sink and drag into the sand, easily carving miniature trenches into the dirt 

You fight yourself from smiling too widely in sucess 

When you return your gaze to him, craning your neck upward at a painful angel so that you could meet his eyes, his ruby pupils are nothing but annoyed, symmetrical lines across his face

He frowned deeply at you, and as if to drive home the fact he is anything but entertained at whatever game you are attempting to play, he huffed indignantly down at you, his breath shooting out and ruffling the hair on your head

“Glad to see I have your attention~” you don’t even have the civility to sound remotely regretful for enraging him, and quite suddenly, Megatron seemed to process bluff, the fins along the sides of his head rising at your audacity 

He snarled, lips drawing back over knife like teeth and settling in a sneer. You don’t so much as hear his growl as much as you feel it reverberating through the ground, rattling your bones as if they were frail toothpicks

Involuntarily, your pupils shrink, one single, solid reminder of the great power imbalance at play in your friendship with the mer 

With your attitude corrected, you quickly fumble an apology, especially since you don’t care for the calculating look in Megatron’s eyes, as if he was debating the reward factor of tossing you into the lake like a skimming stone 

“Hey, come on, I was just playing. I wasn’t actually going to leave!” boldly, Megatron’s brow cocked an inch up his forehead, his growling decreasing only just, but not enough for your comfort “Really I wasn’t!” you press, gesturing with your hand that wasn’t holding the reeds

“I just really wanted to show you my gift, it’s super important”

At the mention of your ‘gift’, Megatron’s head pulled back, his expression making way for puzzlement and, perhaps, just the tiniest bit of curiosity. At the very least, his growling ceased, that was a win

You take a small step back, judging the distance between yourself and his face as you mentally and physically hype yourself up for your final move

Megatron only tilted his head by a fraction to the left watching you, his eyes half lidded, resuming his typical look of boredom, as if in that moment he was only humouring you by offering his attention 

Timidly, the voice in the back of your mind peeped up to remind you that it wasn’t too late for you to retreat, but the muffled pain originating from your shoulder isn’t so numbed that you had forgotten how Megtron had bitten you

How the extent of your injury could have been worse if he had been careless, how his bite caused far more damage than yours did to him, that he had completely over reacted and that it was his fault anyway! If he hadn’t been such a melodramatic baby and let you leave you wouldn’t be in this position in the first place!

Nah, you say to your reasoning, this stupid fish deserved what you had prepared 

Bouncing on your heel again, you beam up at his indifferent face undeterred “Okay! You ready for your gift?~”

Megatron responded with a blink, the digit of his hand tapping against the dirt

A crack in your innocent act formed when you fail to restrain a snicker from passing your lips, a sound which ruffles the fins of Megatron’s head and has his frown twitching, wondering what on earth it is you have to laugh over

But before he can ponder the topic for a moment more, his eyes widen when you unexpectedly draw your arm back, and before he can blink, you catapult it forward-

SPLAT

Something wet smacked onto his face, hitting him squarely between his eyes

With a shriek that rattled within the walls of your skull, Megatron reared backwards, startling you as much as it scares you as his tail crashed wildly in the water, sending colossal waves crashing towards the boundary of where the water met the land

Madly, you leapt backwards to narrowly dodge the water that crashed higher up the earth from Megatron’s thrashing, the ginormous mer hissing loudly 

The tantrum lasts both a few seconds and an eternity before he settles, aware of how he wasn’t being attacked and that he registered no immediate pain across his body, despite how his vision was obscured

His posture was tense, shoulders tucked upward near his neck, greedily inhaling air through flared nostrils and the grand, feathery like fins that circulated his head sprung outward, making him look like a petrified, poor excuse for a sunflower 

….You bite your lip to muffle your snicker at witnessing Megatron, the giant, scary mer, freaking out over a handful of harmless reeds!

You can envision the loading symbol above his head as he analysed what it is that you just did, and in that very moment, as the reeds slowly slide down from his eyes and hook over the small bump that made his nose - leaving him blinking hard as his vision was resorted, fins still snapped open - do you lose it 

“PFT-BWAHAHA!!-”

Desperately clutching your own stomach, you try to focus on remembering to breathe between your hysterics while also trying to not fall over onto your rump. You end up in a position with your hands perched on your knees, hunched over with your face burning from the intensity of how hard you’re wheezing 

“O-Oh my god! That was! Y-YOU LOOKED SO STUPID!!” you cackled, tears threatening to pour from your eyes “You just- t-the way you LEAPED! BACK!-” 

Oh how you WISHED you had been filming that!

“I didn’t even think you would react to it. B-But-” you throw your head up to Megatron, who still sat rooted in the lake, though now, his head has turned in the direction of your voice “-but the way you- you SHRIEKED! AT REEDS!!” 

You didn’t think it was possible for somebody to laugh this hard 

Perhaps it was your own laughter that made you miss the crucial detail of how Megatron’s body had grown eerily tense..

He doesn’t make a sound, not that you would have noticed, too busy trying to catch your breath with little success

“O-Oh ho! OH! Oh my god that was beautiful! T-That was the most HILARIOUS thing!!” Gradually, your chuckling turned into winded snickers, almost making yourself light headed from the way your body comes down from the height of your giggle fit

Oh ho NOTHING you did from this point onward in your life was ever going to top that!

With one hand fanning your face and the other wiping away a single tear from the corner of your eye, you blow out a breath, exhausted from the sheer power of how hard you had been laughing 

“Whew! Wow, that was so good. Pure gold!” Still regaining control of your respiratory system you inhale a few calming breaths as you turn towards the lake- and are met with a wall of flesh 

In an instant, you don’t find the situation nearly as humorous, especially when your brain analyzes the deep, steady growling that shook the surface of the water with its intensity

…You turn your head up, and up, and up

Swallowed in the mers shadow, it was revealed that Megatron was the source of the powerful bellow, teeth bared in a ferocious display that has your stomach plummeting to the pits of hell, hissing lividly down at you, tail lashing behind him like a colossal, pissed off feline

The reeds where still hanging over his nose, but it’s very obvious that his eyes are honed solely on you

His hands and his claw tipped fingers are lodged into the earth, fisting the dirt in a crushing grip, so strong it looked painful 

Your voice of reasoning blared in your head, calculating your error

For this occasion, you conclude that perhaps you had mistaken stupidity for curiosity 

….You gulp, sweating

“Ah…ha. Um- no hard feelings?”

The volume of his growling skyrocketed

Yep. This was definitely, by far, the most STUPID thing you’d done

You bolt 

Behind you, Megatron advanced like an angry guard dog on steroids, pursuing you with a mighty roar that you swear shook the very sky itself. You dare not look back, sprinting past your backpack with all the grace of a caffeinated ostrich

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’MSORRY-” you pleaded, Megatron crashing behind you

If you knew your PE lessons back in school were going to lead to you trying to outrun one seriously ticked off mermaid you sure would have put more effort in

You don’t make it far, not before a vice grip clamped around your calf and yanked you back. Hard.

You collapsed with a scream, unable to tell if it’s more from fear or from the pain that now seized your muscle

You fall too quickly, and you don’t have a chance to process your balance being thrown off before gravity is already working it’s wonders and pulling you downward, where your front collided into the solid ground

You grunt, falling still for about two seconds before you feel how you’re being, at a painfully slow pace, dragged backwards 

‘FUCK-’

Without thinking you begin to madly claw at the ground in an attempt to latch onto anything! A sticking out root, a rock, a particularly large tuft of grass, you don’t care! Every single cell in your body scrambling for some perch of stability in the rapidly unstable situation that was the work of your own imbecilic creation

Alas, your efforts as as affect as sticking a molten knife through butter, you continue to be dragged backwards

You can hear your own pulse thundering loudly in your ears as it feels like your heart is trying to claw itself out of your chest and flee to the safety beyond the treeline 

When the sunlight vanishes, as you are bathed in the cool shade of Megatron’s shadow, you’re ninety percent sure you might just vomit from the stress

Your scrambling becomes further chaotic 

“Okayokay- I’m really sorry it won’t ever happen again I’ll never pull a joke IT WAS JUST A JOKEI’MSORRY!!-”

As you come to a sudden stop, you’re only granted a swift, singular second of peace before that same hand still grasping at your leg forced you to roll over

You gawk, wide eyed and meekly up to Megatron who towered over your measly frame, an inferno reflecting in his eyes that has you feeling like a horror stricken baby rabbit staring down the throat of a salivating wolf

Though honestly, you’d much rather prepare the rapid wolf right now..

“U-Uhm…S-Sooo-” your voice trembled with every word, but you somehow manage to pull a wobbly, professional smile, even in the face of imminent disaster “I uh…t-take it you didn’t find that joke…funny?”

His snarl was so powerful that little drops of spit land on your face, forcing you to blink 

His silver, webbed hand landed over your body faster than lightning, instantly knocking the wind out of you and further trapping you. It was weird, seeing your entire body disappear beneath such an unnaturally large appendage

His claws pierced into the soil as if it was nothing but flimsy paper, and you can’t help but morbidly imagine how effortlessly it would be for him to do the same, but with your own skin

He was leaning those glisening, jagged teeth closer..

Your eyes enlarged, your heartbeat increased, and you began desperately flailing beneath his hand as you felt the huffs of his breath brush against your skin. Fear creeped within you, a cold, icy chill penetrating your very being as all you could do was try to urgently lean your head away from him 

“WaitwaitWAITWAITSTOPMEGATRON-”

SPLAT

Something wet landed on your face 

It was cold, making you jump, and slimy, not the most pleasant feeling

At first, you shivered thinking that Megatron had licked you, but after a beat, and after no violent snarl or merciless clamp of teeth followed, do you dare to peek an eye open cautiously 

Megatron loomed frozen above you, eyes unblinking. His snarling had stopped entirely, and now his mouth only hung partially open

Fearing the moment you moved your eyes off him he would change his mind and do whatever it was he was planning to do to get his revenge, you wait another several seconds before you finally deem it safe enough to go cross eyed, investigating who or what the culprit was behind your damp face

It was the reeds

You stare at them as best you can, Megatron stared too, seemingly lost on how to proceed

….You awkwardly peered away, battling the urge to cough “Um..”

Slit pupils snap to you at an alarmingly quick speed that instantly draws a flinch from your body, trying to squish yourself up and be as small as you can beneath his stare that you can’t decipher

Maybe, just maybe, if you make yourself look as pitiable as possible, you might just escape unscathed

He doesn’t move to release you, but promisingly, he also doesn’t growl when he seems to remember he has you trapped beneath his hand like a bug he’b been about to squish 

He stared, and you squirmed, the atmosphere weighed with a sense of uncertainty for what would proceed

….The tension snapped like a string of thread when he snorted lightly, and when you finally summon the courage to once again peek to his face, you are baffled at the sight of one corner of his mouth curling upward in a smirk

You don’t have much time to remain being astonished however when, finally, Megtron eases himself back, not by much, but enough that you finally feel some semblance of ease and your body compels you to replenish your lungs

Heaving, you let your head fall back into the dirt

“Heh..So..you do find it funny, when it happens to someone else at least” you mumble, not a hundred percent sure if talking is the best course of action, but damn if you don’t need to do something to distract yourself as your heart rate gradually began to return to a normal pace 

Tilting his head down at you in amusement, Megatron lets out a soft bellow, tail idly swishing in the water before he lets it settle and rest. Without freeing you, he raises one finger, directing it to your face

Your panic spiked, and your gut instinct has you ready to propel yourself as far away as you can, leaning your head back while you try to simultaneously lodge your feet in the dirt, while his finger gets far too close for your current liking 

“H-Hey hey- Megatron buddy, w-we’re friends! Please no scratching!..”

As the very tip of his clawed finger brushed the surface of your skin you clamp your eyes shut with a whimper, holding your breath and bracing for the sting of pain 

Instead, that pain never comes

Barely, you catch Megatron huffing again, no doubt highly pleased at the look of pure, unbridled terror on your face, before he easily hooked his finger on the reeds and flicked them away and off your face

When you crack open your eyes, you find Megatron peering down at you with his head braced on the knuckle of his other hand

All bark and bite have left you, it seemed he had gravitated to a more lighter mood, and you are NOT about to ruin that by saying something snarky

You already feel like you’ve lost five years of life from the stress you’d felt in the past three minutes, you don’t fancy losing anymore

You very much like being alive…and not pinned beneath the giant hand of a mermaid 

“Hah…O-Okay, so, you don’t like jokes. Noted” 

Megatron doesn’t grace your statement with a response, his finger tapping and pressing on the material of your shirt that is now semi soaked from the water that runs down his arm onto you

You ignore the feeling, or at least, you give it a valiant effort to 

“Sooo, how about a deal: I won’t pull anymore jokes on you and uh, we let bygones be bygones?”

Again, he gave no acknowledgement, his eyes turned to the fabric of your shirt sleeve that covers your shoulder. He tugs at the collar lightly with his claw just slightly, before releasing it the moment you fear it would begin to tear, possibly intruiged by the foreign material that felt so strange compared to his scales 

Either way, you take his silence and calm attitude as a yes

“Great!” you say, clapping your hands together “Well, now that that little problem is solved, how about you uh..” you timidly tap the base of his wrist twice “Let me up big guy”

There, is when Megatron’s eyes slide back to your face

One corner of his mouth is still partially curled upward, and when you see his brows draw back, and he made a small sound at your request, do you think he was actually going to let this incident roll off his back like water 

…Then his mouth twisted into a full on smirk 

Your hopefulness died 

You grunt when more pressure was applied to the hand that kept you flush against the floor, not crushing you, but the added strength to his hold certainly has you snapping a puzzled stare between his hand and his face

The fins on his head wiggle in a wave, his entire demeanour oozing pleasured delightment at your face 

Without breaking eye contact with you, the finger that had been mindlessly prodding and poking your t-shirt snagged your collar band and pulled it aside, exposing the skin of your shoulder to his view

Your confusion growing, you soon try to attempt, and fail, to shift your shoulder to manoeuvre your shirt back into place, but that only seems to feed the mermaids ego and has his already large smirk expanding

You don’t want to say it, you really don’t want to say it, but you come to accept that you’re simply out of options..

You sigh 

“Can you PLEASE let me up-!!”

The remainder of your sentence is dashed, processing just how suddenly closer Megatron was, and the way his mouth began to part, a mischievous glint in his eye as the distance shrinks further..

‘Oh you motherFUCKER-’

You resume your thrashing, now with more intensity 

“NO! NO NO! NO. Megatron NO! D-DONT YOU-I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU!!- DON’T YOU DAREBITEMY-”

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Grumbling as you pour the water from your bottle onto a small towel you’d stuffed into your backpack, your irritation morphs to a strained hiss as you gently press the cloth onto your tender shoulder 

You hold the towel there for five seconds, the cooling feel of the damp towel somewhat alleviating the fresh sting that lingers heavily underneath it 

Pulling it away to inspect the damage, you frown at the new red ring imprinted into your skin, a ring that will no doubt leave an imposing scab as it heals 

A chortle has you whirling your head to the lake, where Megatron’s squinted eyes peer over the water at you, sly and cheeky 

Your frown deepened 

“Asshole..”

[revelboo]

hello! Do you plan to continue that mer!megatron fic?

Sure! I got a bit distracted, but then I’m very easily distracted. By everything. All the time

Seek and Destroy Pt 2

Mer!Megatron x Reader

Playing the flashlight back and forth in front of you as you walk in the dark, the sand is shockingly cold and damp under your feet even though it had been almost too hot during the day. Watching the ghostly, pale shapes of tiny crabs dart spider-quick with the hush of the tide flirting higher and higher, it’s peaceful. Bending to pick up a little shell the late afternoon storms had tossed up on the beach, you turn it over and slip it into the bag at your hip.

And move on. Hunting bigger shells to sell to the tourists that stop by to watch you paint. Sometimes they only buy a shell, but sometimes they’ll buy one of your paintings and you need the money. Shivering as the wind shifts and sea spray mists your skin, there’s something freeing about standing here in the dark, no people, it almost feels like an alien world. Just the hush of the night and the sound of the waves. Going down on a knee when you find a hold some kid dug, you gasp in pain and hear a sound out in the dark, a deep, growling thrum that steals your breath. You think of whale song even though, honestly, it’s nothing like that. Nothing like anything you’ve ever heard. Standing up as your ankle throbs, you play your flashlight over the sand and there’s something there. A massive shape, bigger than you lying on the sand. A beached dolphin or shark? Do they make noises like that? You’re almost positive they don’t as you head further up the beach, moving parallel to the mystery animal. There’s a tail, fins. But they’re not quite right. What are you looking at? Flesh or interlapping metal?

And you nearly drop the flashlight when you see the arm, wickedly clawed fingers with thin webbing between them dug into the sand. Everything about this thing is wrong. Monstrous. Skin crawling, you play the light higher trying to figure out what you’re looking at and its eyes reflect the light like an animal’s eye-shine when they open. Right before it flings itself at you, sharp teeth snapping and you fall again with a cry. Heart racing, you shove yourself further up the beach, flashlight on the thing as it thrashes, big tail lifting and thumping in the ocean. Like it’s trying to throw itself back into the water, and it can’t, and the light catches on a pattern. It takes your brain a minute to understand what you’re seeing. That this nightmare thing is tangled in a fishing net. That it’s bleeding and hurt. Maybe dying.

Hissing a warning as the two legged monster, blinds him, making his eyes burn, he tries to shove himself closer to the sea. The fight had cost him, he’d made them bleed. But so had he and he’d been too hurt to fight the currents, the ocean itself betraying him. Dragging and tossing him when a storm had roared through above. Had been driven into one of the nets the land monsters use to hunt, clawing and fighting to get free had only made it worse. Managing to tear the net free and pulling it along with him, bleeding and too weak. Becoming prey instead of predator.

Clawing at the sand, trying to shove himself back into the ocean, he’s too weak. Knows he’s going to die here when the sun comes up and wonders if you’ll watch. It’s almost funny, one of the soft skinned monsters holding vigil over him. He’s laughing, a rasping, miserable coughing as you linger. Why is your face so eerily like one of his own? Always wondered about that. Hears you make your funny, chirping sounds, looking around. Nothing about you hinting that you’re a deadly predator, too soft and weak. His claws could sink deep and split you open if you came close enough. And to his surprise you do.

Reaching into the bag at your hip and pulling out something that you flip open and he bares his fangs in threat when he sees the blade. Just because he’s soon dead, doesn’t mean he’ll let you cut him up for trophies. Tail thumping in the surf, he snarls and growls threats as you ease down, your strange legs folding unsettlingly. A little hand up chirping as you reach for the netting and he snaps at you, not even coming close, but you yank that tiny hand back, eyes wide. Shakily warbling at him you gesture and reach again. Are you that stupid?

Rumbling as you hook a finger in the netting, whole body tense, you watch him. Still chirping at him, tone soothing even though he can taste the acrid stink of your fear, and your soft, alien noises are coaxing. And you quickly hook the tip of the knife in the netting and yank, sawing. Cutting him loose? Stunned, he goes still watching you saw at the net. Trying so hard to not touch him. Terrified and determined. Trying to help?

You’ve lost your mind. You must have as you frantically hack at the netting, trying not to touch this monster’s strangely luminous blood and those reflective red eyes stare at you with predatory interest. Don’t even know why you’re freeing this thing. It really is a monster, humanoid torso, piscine lower body. A nightmare fuel mermaid with horrifying teeth. A nervous laugh bubbles out of you as you keep cutting and the thing moves. Lunges.

Back hitting the sand as its weight drives the air from your lungs, those sharp teeth inches away from your face. “Don’t, please,” You’re babbling incoherently, pleading as its breath fans your cheek and neck. Hear it making a low, chuffing thrum that’s more felt than heard as its teeth graze your neck. Expecting pain, bracing for it. Strong fingers wrap around your wrist and squeeze until you feel the bones shift, until you gasp in pain and drop the knife. And he’s pulling your hand to him as you fight, breath coming in frightened rasps, feeling his warm tongue slide against your palm to make you realize you cut yourself when he knocked you down. Those red eyes staring you down as your heart races and he makes that low, tonal rumble of noise, lip curling slightly. Before shoving away from you, clawing inelegantly for the ocean and throwing himself in as you tremble and stare while he disappears. Because no one’s going to believe you.

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[keferon]

With your merformers...is Orion/Optimus a mer or a human?

Orion is a human. And predicting the question- I think the mer civilisation should be ruled by either Elita or Ultra Magnus.

Different cities probably have their own local authorities so we could also have Windblade and Override and. Uh. Who else is there. Zeta? Sentinel? Idk

Yes I still don't want to add Megatron. Yes I know he's an obvious candidate. He doesn't exist shhhhhhhhhh. We ship ShockOp over here.

[jellymind]

Sound of Music Tarn x Reader

Who knew one somewhat underhanded comment towards your manager would get you killed?

You sure didn’t when you made the comment! Now stalking down the low lit hallways in a purple, khaki t-shirt. A staple of the work uniform in this marine center, specifically those working with the dangerous fish hosted here for recovery. 

Yeah, death was knocking on the door and you weren’t ready to go. 

Huffing, you reach up to fiddle with the headphones around your neck, the pressure from it the only thing grounding you in this place at the moment. And the urge to put them on becomes stronger yet as you pass a group of co-workers all dressed in red t-shirts instead. They cast you a glance, eyes widening before darting their gazes away again. No words spoken, but the air suddenly feels heavy with pity. 

Further in you go, practically sprinting to get out of sight. Taking corners faster than necessary, until finally you reach the split path that leads to the mers held deeper in this place. Yeah, normal fish weren’t the only ones being kept, but straight up creatures of myths. And half of them would take off a hand just for sport. 

Each side looks the same in appearance, but the tiles are where they differ. One, the right path, goes from the deep blue of the normal marine center’s path to a soothing red. The sign of the kinder mers, the ones that can actually be interacted without fear of sudden ill intent. The other path, the one you have now been reassigned to, goes to a foreboding purple, darkening the hallway beyond. 

You take the purple path, sucking in a breath as the space constricts around you. This space was not built for comfort, instead to warn or scare away any that weren’t forced to work down this wing. 

Doors start to line the walls, each with name plates and the mers nicknames on display in neat golden script. Megatron, Soundwave, Shockwave, Starscream, you continue past each door without pause. None of them the ones you were assigned too. 

It takes a while, having to go down another length of a hall that spindles off the main shoot of purple-code mers. These doors are also marked with red, the color vibrant and closer to that of blood than the red from before. The engravings have scratched off paint where nails have dug in, both human and non-human intermingling. 

The names pass by, Overlord, Galvatron, and even more that you begin to ignore. Thoughts flying to when co-workers would whisper about the newest injury from these fearsome beasts. 

“They’re killers! I swear it!” 

“Did you know they leave the dead in there with them? Management thinks it keeps them sated for when the professionals enter.” 

“I heard the last person assigned there lost an arm.” 

You shake your head as you stop before a door. This one no different from the others but important to you. The new mer assigned to you just beyond. Tarn, the nameplate reads. And he has the worst track record among the ones stationed here. 

Blood thirsty, constantly breaking out of the room and tank, always looking for the latest victim. And now your job to clean his tank, feed him, and make sure he’s properly enriched. 

“Let’s get this over with.” You mutter under your breath. Bringing up your headphones, you click open your phone and begin to play the instrumental melody that will lead to your death. 

Violins sing away as you swing the door open, a trumpet almost making you jump as you sweep a glance over the still water inside. The tank is oddly empty of an eager predator ready to kill, not even a ripple. 

Maybe the mer doesn’t know you’re here. All the better to work fast and get out even faster.

Biting at your lip, you step in, looking along the wall for any of the cleaning supplies that your manager swore would be there, ready for use. A mop, a bucket, and an unlabeled bottle of cleaner is all you catch sight of, and it’s thrown to the ground in a rush.

You sigh, but head deeper in, the rise of tubas following you as the heavily padded door slams shut. Grabbing the mop after filling the bucket to the point suds are sloshing out the side, you get to work. 

There’s a surprising lack of stains around the tank, nothing that outwardly hints at what has gone down in this room in the past. Only dried stains that are more brown than red and could have been anything at the point of spill. 

You turn the music up, blasting the return of the violins into your ears. It’s at the same time you see movement at the corner of your eye. 

Turning fast, you face the tank where you thought the movement came from, nothing. Sweat starts to pucker your forehead, and the hairs on the back of your neck start to stand up. A warning, or maybe a feeling, of being watched invade. 

You turn away, dunking the mop in the bucket. 

A splash cuts through the music. 

You whirl around and freeze. 

This time, a fin has broken through the water. It bobs on the surface, taunting and horrifying as you realize Tarn knows you’re here. You can’t leave though, even if the prey brain in you is beginning to awaken and wants to run as far as they can from the room and whatever is lurking below the waves. 

Work fast, get out faster. 

Stiff limbed, you switch to a crab sort of walk. A way to keep your face to the water and mopping the place without getting caught. It doesn’t matter though as the fin begins to move, closing in on the lip of the tank. 

You suddenly hate the crescendo in your ears from the music. 

Just as it reaches the peak, all hell breaks loose. An explosion of water, a huge figure beaching itself inches from your face. A scream at the tip of your tongue, but it never leaves as red eyes meet your own. 

Tarn.

There’s a crooning, deep and full-body that comes from the creature. It backs off, and as it does you catch sight of it more than just the eyes. Bulky shoulders, scars criss-crossing the body all the way down to the tail, purple and black scales, and the claws at the tips of its webbed fingers. 

Another croon has you looking back to the red eyes, which you notice are behind a strange, watery mask of some sort. They blink, you follow, heart pounding away in your chest. 

Then a hand lifts, one claw stretching out. 

This is it, death on one finger. 

Instead there is another call, this one a coo of sorts followed by a click. It touches your headphones. 

“Huh?” Is all you can think, and apparently squeak out. 

Another coo. Another poke to the head.

Reaching up, you pop off the headphones, mop dropping to the ground. “My headphones?” Music is still blasting away, a lull of soft instruments. “Or, uh, the music?” 

Tarn nods, red eyes squinting in what you think is joy. 

An idea hits, and you rush to turn off your headphones. The drop of music does seem to startle the mer, who starts to growl at you and as you rush for the phone in your pocket you call out, “Give me a minute!” 

Swiping up, you hit play in a rush, turning the noise all the way up. Instruments hit the air in a rush, their pattern swirling and calming if not for the fact a dangerous mer is standing before you. 

But that still seems to be enough, as he begins to sway, lowering himself to lay out on the deck with a coo. And suddenly you think there may be a way through this assignment. As long as he continues to enjoy the music that is. 

[mychlapci]

To that mer post about dd (detached dick), i think there are a species of octopus where they detach their dick and float it towards a female and BAM, babies.

They evolved it to avoid being cannibalized by the females.

Not really accurate, but you can google it if you want.

now i'm imagining bots throwing their dicks at scary mechs like megatron, overlord, tarn, etc. because they're too afraid of getting killed and eaten but damn them if they can't take their chance at impregnating a big strong bot like that