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[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

[rotting-decepticon]

MERFORMERS MATING BEHAVIOR

(i may add to this/change things in the future! the au belongs to my friend @muletia ! some merformers don’t have special mating rituals, so if you see one without a courtship ritual, this is why, and they simply court like regular merformers.)

OPTIMUS PRIME (BLUE WHALE/SPERM WHALE)

as a blue whale…

in real life, male blue whales produce complex songs to attract females and establish dominance! this carries onto Optimus himself, making a unique song for his fated mate! as a human, while you may not understand his language nor his intentions, it’s flattering he’d want to sing for you! if you hum/whistle back, expect to be dragged into the water, since you accepted the whales courting song <3

as a sperm whale…

in real life, sperm whale mating involves males competing for females through "jousting" or "sperm whale fencing," where they clash heads to establish dominance, and females may choose the strongest male. Males migrate to warmer waters to breed, but Optimus doesn’t participate in this because he has you <3 he will also fight off any Decepticons or Autobots (he always apologizes to his comrades after) trying to court you until you accept his mating attempts.

RATCHET (SEA LION/WALRUS/CLOWNFISH)

as a sea lion…

in real life, female sea lions initiate courtship and copulation by displaying submissive postures in front of the male, and males are polygamous, mating with more than one female, and maintain territories during the breeding season of May to August, with territorial behavior. merformers however only have one mate, so theirs is a little different. males often fight for territory and protect it, waiting for their mates. usually in their territories are their dens, where they will protect their pups once their mates gives birth, and will protect that den with their lives, especially if they have a mate and pups to protect! if you so happen to be in a submissive posture in front if Ratchet, he may take it as a mating invitation and mount you.

as a walrus…

In real life, adult males make taps, knocks, pulses, and bell sounds underwater to attract females and show superiority. Fighting occur/ between males who “joust” with their tusks, with mating takes place in the water. So for Ratchet, he’ll fight off any other ‘potential mates’ until you accept his mating attempts, where he’ll take you under the water to mate, before taking you to his den.

as a clownfish…

Males attract females through courting behavior characterized by extended fins, biting, and chasing. During spawning, the males become increasingly aggressive. When spawning begins, the male will chase the female to the nest at which time the female will make several passes over the nest until she releases her eggs. In merformers, the female usually passes out after spawning due to exhaustion, where their mate will care for them and the eggs or young (if they give live birth) until they wake up, watching over the eggs/young is shared between parents, one protecting them while the other hunts. For Ratchet, expect him to be following or chasing you around the island and in water, gently nipping and biting at you until you accept his mating attempts!

ARCEE (SEA OTTER)

In real life, Mating is aquatic and often involves violent and prolonged copulations during which the male approaches the female from behind and grasps her face and nose with his teeth, sometimes pulling her head underwater while attempting to subdue her, and will mate with her near taking and on a haulout rock of the female's choosing. So once its mating season, beware of entering the water with Arcee, as she may approach you from behind and begin her mating behavior, even dragging you towards a rock to mate. She’ll make it up to you after, however <3

SMOKESCREEN & BUMBLEBEE (SEALS)

In real life, males initiate true mating behavior by chasing, neck- and flipper-biting, and embracing. When approached, females respond by growling, head-thrusting, and flipper-waving. Copulation usually takes place in the water. For Smokescreen, he may be more or less aggressive, constantly biting, chasing, and embracing you until you accept his advances, with Bumblebee being a bit more gentle since he’s afraid of actually hurting you.

BULKHEAD (MANATEE/SEA TURTLE)

as a manatee…

Mating takes place in the water in a variety of postures. Breeding herds consist of one cow in estrus accompanied by several bulls. An estrus female can be pursued for weeks by several males. The cow often twists and turns violently, apparently to escape her suitors. While Bulkhead isn’t in a breeding herd since almost everyone left the island, during mating season, expect Bulkhead to mate with you as soon as you enter the water, he will apologize after though.

as a sea turtle…

In real life, The male sea turtle climbs onto the female turtle’s back and holds on to her carapace with the long, sharp claws of his front flippers. The way he hooks on to the edge of the female’s shell often results in a scratched shell and bleeding wounds in the soft parts of her body. Copulation can take place on the surface or under water. Because of this, you aren’t safe on land, so be careful! While Bulkhead will try to be gentle with you, it’s hard with his claws.. after mating, he will tend to any wounds he may have left behind.

WHEELJACK (SWORDS-FISH)

In real life, males use their gonopodium to fertilize females, who can store sperm for later use, enabling multiple births from a single mating session. However, since merformers only have one mate for their entire lives, swordsfish merformers will fight for their mates to ward off any potential mates but also as a show of strength, so expect Wheeljack to fight with the others often, to showing off his strength as a potential mate. Please just accept his courtship advances, the poor Autobots already have to fight off the Decepticons they don’t need to deal with a horny and aggressive swordsfish merformer </3

MEGATRON (LEOPARD SEAL/ORCA)

as a leopard seal…

In real life, during mating season, the females and males make long-distance mating calls to each other, and during mating, growl at each other continuously, sometimes the male even bites the other. So be careful humming or whistling too close to Megatron during mating season, as he may think of it as a mating call and you’ll end up being bred by the horny seal.

as a orca/killer whale…

In real life, mating behavior involves both males and females having multiple partners, with mating occurring within stable social groups (pods) and often appearing similar to general play behavior, including chasing, physical contact, and fluke slaps! Since Megatron considers the Decepticons his ‘pod’, expect them to be around most of the mating process, and with Megatron chasing or touching you until you accept his advances!

STARSCREAM (SAILFISH)

In real life, unlike other billfish, sailfish have a unique mating ritual where females attract males by waving their sails above the surface. Spawning occurs with males and females swimming in pairs or with two or three males chasing a single female, male-female pairs form and reproduce through external fertilization, where the female releases her eggs into the water column while the male releases his sperm, which some sailfish may do if they don’t feel like carrying the eggs to term. At first, after ‘courting’ you (aka you just showing off something to Starscream and him mistaking it for courting), Starscream may at first attempt said external fertilization, only to be confused when you don’t produce eggs. Eventually he mates with you regularly after recovering from his embarrassment.

SOUNDWAVE (OCTOPUS/STRINGRAY)

as an octopus…

In real life, when it’s mating time, the male will stand in an arched posture and use a pumping action to maneuver their spermatophore (a along the length of the arm which holds rows of sperm called a spermatophore) down their arm till it lands safely in their hectocotylus (basically the ‘sex arm’, since octopi have no genitals) Their sperm packets travel down their arm about every 15 minutes during an hour-long mating period. Then, a male will mount a female’s mantle in the hopes of making a quick getaway in case she changes her mind while he’s making his sperm deposit. Males must proceed with caution and be tactical in their approach because some female octopuses have cannibalistic tendencies. Because of such, expect Soundwave to be very cautious during mating you, as he also would not want to be eaten, so he will pin you down and restrain you during mating, but will be very gentle as to not cause you harm. After mating however, expect him to be very attentive, at times forcing you to eat if he must. This is because female octopuses usually die after the eggs hatch (in real life female octopuses protect the eggs she lay, but for merformers carey eggs most of the time until they hatch or lay them a week or two before) because she doesn’t eat, and Soundwave doesn’t want you to die! You’re his mate, after all…

as a stingray…

in real life, stingray mating behavior involves males pursuing females, often biting their fins and body, with some bites preceding copulation to maintain contact, and females may flee from persistent males. So if you’re in water, beware of Soundwave, as he will bite and pursue you until you agree to mate.

SHOCKWAVE (JELLYFISH/ANGLERFISH)

as a jellyfish…

In real life, while most jellyfish reproduce by releasing sperm and eggs into the water, some species, like Copula sivickisi, have a more elaborate mating ritual involving a "courtship dance" where the male uses his tentacles to grab a female, drag her around, and then transfer a sperm packet to her, which she then stores in her stomach. When Shockwave realizes you can’t just release eggs like his species can, he’s fine with doing it the ‘regular way’, being careful not to sting you. He’s not embarrassed like Starscream, since he realized more quickly than the other did.

as an anglerfish…

In the bizarre mating ritual of some deep-sea anglerfish species, tiny males latch onto much larger females, often permanently fusing with them, becoming a sexual parasite and relying on the female for nutrients, while providing sperm for fertilization. While Shockwave is.. aware of his species “un logical” way of reproducing, he may have some small, unique traits even if he won’t.. “fuse” with you. For example, if you were to eventually carry the creatures (affectionate) eggs, expect him to latch onto you and be a bit more clingy (in his own ‘cold’ way), and barely leaving your side, only leaving to hunt for food for the both of you.

KNOCKOUT (LIONFISH/"BLUE DRAGON" or Glaucus atlanticus)

as a lionfish…

in real life, lionfish mating involves males initiating courtship by searching for females, resting beside them, and then circling before ascending to the surface with the female, where they release two mucus-coated egg clusters that are then fertilized by the male. Knockout, since he’s more familiar with humans than the other Decepticons, knows this won’t work, so he settles for simply doing it the other way. He will, however, still circle around you anytime you’re in water, both because he’s happy to see you but also to show you’re his mate, not anyone else’s!

as a blue dragon…

Blue dragons, being hermaphroditic sea slugs, require mating with another individual to produce viable eggs, and their mating behavior involves careful navigation to avoid stinging each other, resulting in strings of eggs laid on floating objects. Knockout is very careful not to accidentally poison or sting you while mating, and if you are hurt when mating, he will be quick to tend to you.

[muletia]

I could totally envision mer smokescreen as a lemon shark. Mostly just because they’re known for being extremely friendly to diver and like being pet, and they even get jealous if they see their favorite diver petting another shark. Just envision lemon shark smokescreen greeting his diver crush by turning over to get belly rubs. Oh, and you better not even think about petting something or someone else, whether that be another mer or even regular sea creatures because he will chase them off and then turn to you expecting your full attention on him now

Aughhh I love this, I love this so much needy Smokescreen save me <333

I imagine that after scaring off a rival, he feels incredibly cocky and proud that he has you all to himself now. He’ll swim up real close, maybe flexing a little on purpose too, swimming slow circles around you to earn your praise.

Please, tell him he was a good boy. Tell him how strong he is, what a wonderful mate he would be. And don’t forget the belly rubs!! he’s already flipped onto his back and is staring at you with those big, puppy-like eyes. He won’t stop pestering you until you give in.

As thanks, he’ll treat you to a whole show of underwater zoomies, followed by soft purring and rubbing his head against your body affectionately

[raspberrighost]

I... been reading some merformer fics lately... I'm surprised at the lack of OP but endeared to the sunstreaker ones

Just wanted to try to scribble out an idea and lay down some colors, since im busy with comms atm.

[loveofbots]

HI HELLO HI

YEA just the scene I was thinking of actually

Y/N: I'm so dead

Misfire: Sloooowly, slooooowly, sloooowly swimming away

Spinister: You're swimming closer!

Misfire, practucally nose to nose with Y/N: Oh! Hi! Sorry I meant to swim the other way

Y/N, absolutely terrified: Okay

Misfire: So, I, uh, I'm gonna go back now

Y/N: Okay

🦂

Oh my gooooood misfire is so cute

He is so stupid, his little fish self. Part of me wants to make him a marlin, but that doesn’t quite fit his vibe. You know what does? One of these.

Shortfin Makos!! I have a bad habit of making Decepticons sharks, but it fits him. They aren’t the brightest fish in the ocean and have a really bad habit of breaching and landing on boats, which just spells Misfire. As he’s known for getting the gang into bad situations. He’s impulsive, speedy with his lips, and overall kind of a show off.

He’d adore his little partner though. Always tailing their boat or looking around for you. He’d flash his sharp teeth in a ‘hey look at how good of a mate I’ll be!’ Way. It just comes off as a really weird smile.

More mer scavenger rambles soon?

[tech-luver]

A little drabble that was very much inspired by the love at first sight with mer!drift by @ blueraspberryrodimus

Pining transformers always get to me and Drift can pine with the best of 'em. He really likes convincing himself that you could never love him.

Warnings: angsty but only cuz Drift is being dramatic

The longing was beginning to engulf him, make him take risker moves to get close to you. Last week he had worked up the courage to float under the dock right beneath you and try to catch the title of your latest read. Four days ago you had dropped a pen and warmed his spark the next day at your pleased gasp, surprised when it had appeared where you normally sat. He wondered if you puzzled over the light blue scrap of cloth tied around it or the Old Cybertronian he had shakily carved into the side, large servos trying not to fumble the tiny pen. Two days ago he had almost reached out to graze your ankle idly kicking in the swelling of waves, before realising how awful of an idea that would be. He wanted to woo you, not creep you out so you never return to these docks again.

The thought made his spark clench as he peeks around a strut and glances at the dark blob of your body, where you block light from reaching through the boardwalk slats. Your mass shifts and he ducks underneath the surface on instinct, helm falling into his servos at the battle raging inside of him. Get closer to you with the risk of scaring you away or stay underneath this pier and keep watching you read before you get bored and pick somewhere else to relax.

You would leave either way, one part of him said, so why not get one final closer look? He exvents and rises back to the surface, droplets sliding down his faceplate as he hears you turn another page. His tank churns, risk wasn't his thing, it was Roddy's, but to let you slip away without even a good look would break his spark. So, Drift made a plan, he would quietly pull his upper body onto the dock behind you when he knew you were absorbed in your book, admire you for a bit and slip away, maybe quenching this awful yet brilliant pull in his spark. Maybe enough so never seeing you again won't leave a burning ache.

He glances at your blob and eyes the land for any nosy humans before stretching his servos into a slow reach towards the ledge. He tests how much force he will need, if the dock will creak or even be able to support his weight, maybe using the strut would be better?

Servos adjust and audials strain for sounds of movement from you or the dock and there are moments where he freezes at the shifting of wood. It is a slow process but the thought of getting to see you up close, more than just carefully distanced glimpses, keeps him going.

The clink of Drift's chassis against the pier is lost in the hush of waves and he can't help the growing smile on his faceplate as he settles into his crossed arms.

There you are.

The setting sun paints a golden light down one side of you, highlighting that…hair? He had listened in on Hound's enthusiastic conversations about humans once, the way they differed from Cybertronians, and he had said something about hair.

All of this organic stuff was new to him but Primus would he try, he was trying, practicing running his digits through sea grass to see how gentle he would need to be for your strands. He wanted to know how you feel, your clothes that sway in the gentle breeze, your skin that glows in the evening light, your hair that waves to call him closer. There were parts of you he wanted to know more of like the sound of your voice! Gasps, huffs, chuckles, the occasional comment were all he got, he wondered what you sounded like laughing.

Oh and your eyes, he barely knew those, the way they sparkled in the evening light and contained such depths of colour none of his kind had. He tried to memorise them, pick apart all those shades and their Spectralist meaning, hoping one links to sparkmates or love. Now they were widening, showing more of that pearly white and telling him you were…

You were looking at him. Shocked. Scared.

Drift throws himself off of the dock, chassis scratching the wood as he tumbles into the water and darts away, spiralling down into the comforting darkness, the only thing that would welcome him.

He had ruined it, but he knew that wasn't going to stop him from returning to that dock every day, imagining that quiet time with you, again and again.

[thicctails]

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A Merformers x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 2 ° Coastguard

Blessed be Randy the coffee machine, your holy god of caffeine. May His hazel liquid flow eternally into graceous Bartholomew, vessel of Randy's divine lifeblood; discount noname brand coffee that had expired last week.

Taking another sip of your beloved breakfast drink, you forced yourself to walk towards the greeting area of your clinic, praying to any deity that was listening that you looked at least passably presentable. You'd taken far longer to pull yourself away from the tender embrace of your nearly flat air mattress than you should have, and both your nerves and back were paying for it.

The head researcher of A.E.R.O. was meeting with you today to discuss your collaboration effort with them, and finally tell you exactly what species you'd be getting to work with. You hoped it would be something exciting, like sharks, dolphins, whales, or nudibranchs.

Taking a shaky breath, you shoved your anxiety down into the pit of your gut where it could, hopefully, only be noticed by you as your hand grasped the handle of the door. You pulled, ready to take the first proper step towards your new life.

Ka-thunk!

Ah. It was a push door.

Willing the colour that had suddenly flooded your cheeks to kindly fuck off, you meekly pushed the door open.

A man was standing in the main entrance room, leaning against Desk the desk and scrolling through something on his phone. He was dressed fairly casual for someone in his position, sporting tan cargo shorts, a forest green t-shirt, and a black lab coat, his company's acronym emblazoned in crisp vinyl across his breast pocket. He had tousled light brown hair and deep brown eyes that were framed by square glasses. At the sound of your approach, he lifted his gaze from his cellphone and gave you a warm smile, pocketing the device and turning his body towards you.

"Doctor L/N! It's nice to finally meet you!" he greeted, extending his hand to you. "My name is Dr. Burns, but please, just call me Graham."

Though it had been difficult to tell sometimes, you had not actually been raised by a pack of rabid wolves, so you returned the gesture, gripping the man's hand and giving it a shake.

"It's a pleasure to acquatence your make."

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hey, God? Could you do a little smiting? Yeah, right here please.

"I- I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't mean to say that." You managed to get out, almost shocked that you hadn't fucked that sentence up as well.

Breaking News! Local PhD holder flubbs basic greeting! Becomes World Champion speedrunner for ruining first impressions and instantly loses any chance of being considered for further employment and any shred of respect this man had for them!

"It's fine. Honestly, I was just as nervous as you when I first started." Graham laughed, startling you out of your own mental spiral, "I was so preoccupied with my own worries that I tripped and fell face first into a pool on my first day."

You stared at Graham for a moment, stunned that he was still talking to by choice and not out of obligation, before a small, strangled chuckle left your throat, sounding more like the dying squak of a strangled seabird than a laugh.

"Come on, the rest of the team is waiting for us in town." the brunette said, gesturing for you to follow him.

You arched a brow but obediently followed after him, trailing after the researcher like a duckling waddling after a pair of boots.

"Oh? I was under the impression this meeting was to discuss my contract." you replied, trying to scrape together a professional-ish sentence while simultaneously praying that you weren't coming off as rude.

"It is, but once everyone got wind that we would be working with someone new, they got a little," he paused, hand waving about as he searched for the right word, "excited. It's been a while since anyone besides Marissa worked close enough for us to talk to them on a semi-regular basis."

"Can't wait to meet them!" you said cheerfully, lying through your teeth.

The idea of having to interact with another human being today had been draining enough, but to have to converse with several? When their opinions of you could impact your career?

Your hands twitched around Bartholomew's smooth, ceramic body, wishing you'd added a few ounces of pure caffeine to your coffee. Maybe you'd get lucky and get struck by a bus.

Unfortunately, God wasn't known for being kind to you, so you arrived at a small diner completely unharmed.

The worn bell above the door dinged as you and Graham stepped inside, the smell of greasy fries and cheap burgers wafting all around you as he led you over to one of the booths, the cracked red leather seats occupied by three other people in various states of dress.

There was a younger woman with russet skin and shockingly red hair that was pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few hairclips keeping her bangs out of her bright blue eyes. She was dressed in a cream and light orange dress, matching knee-high boots complementing her outfit. She was scrolling on her phone, but put the device down when she noticed your approach.

Ah, the mortifying feeling of being known. It never failed to make you uncomfortable.

The other two, who were seemingly in the middle of seeing who could chug a milkshake faster, were men, light skinned and with almost identically brown hair. It was easy to pick them apart, though, seeing as one was built like a brick shithouse and looked as though he was cosplaying some strange cross between a soldier and a Ghostbuster, and the other was a twink that also happened to be absolutely rocking some sun-bleached overalls and a set of the most obnoxiously yellow rubber boots you'd ever seen in your entire life.

"Hey, dingbats!" the woman hissed, nudging her closest colleague, who happened to be the rubber boots guy, "The new vet is here!"

While the two guys attempted to swallow their drinks without getting a brain freeze, Graham gave you a somewhat sheepish smile. "Dr. L/N, I'd like to introduce you to Doctor Sari Sumdac, Doctor Spike Witwicky, and Doctor Blaine L. Parker."

"Mainframe." Blaine said, slamming his cup down with a satisfied sigh, "Call me Mainframe. Only my Mama calls me Blaine."

"I'm still good with Spike." the other man chimed in, extending his hand to you as you and Graham slid into the opposite booth seat. You shook it, quickly repeating the action with Sari and Mainframe.

"So, you're the new guy, eh?" Mainframe asked, "We've been waitn' for Marissa to finally pick someone. She's too picky, if you ask me."

"Not picky enough if she hired you." Sari shot back, and for a moment you stiffened, afraid you were about to have front row seats for a fight, but Mainframe's laughter and Sari's teasing expression quickly calmed your nerves. She looked back at you, her face taking on a more genuine look, "He's not wrong about us waiting, though. A.E.R.O. has been around for a few years now, but you're the first vet we've gotten assigned to work with us."

Your eyebrows shot up, mouth opening slightly in surprise before you remembered to shut it, "Really? Why?"

The gathered marine biologists looked at each other for a moment, before Spike leaned in closer to you. You matched his action, wondering what exactly he had to say.

"Did Marissa fill you in on what exactly A.E.R.O. means?" he asked in a low whisper.

You thought for a moment, then shook your head. Actually, your employer had told you very little, just enough to get you to sign a contract with her. You didn't regret your decision; anything would be better than the place you'd come from, but this secrecy did make you wonder what exactly you'd gotten yourself into.

"A.E.R.O.," Spike continued, "stands for Aquatic Extraterrestrial Research Outpost."

You blinked, leaning back as you turned over what Spike had just told you. Had you heard him correctly? No, surely not. Clearly you hadn't had enough coffee yet.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, chuckling a little "I must still be a bit groggy, because I thought you said extraterrestrial for a moment there."

The four shared another look, then once again focused their attention back on you.

"You heard correctly, Dr. L/N." Graham said, producing an envelope from the interior of his jacket. He quickly glanced around the diner, before sliding the envelope over to you. He continued speaking as you picked it up, hands shaking slightly.

"Five years ago, several objects from deep space suddenly entered our atmosphere and crashed into the Atlantic Ocean. It was presumed that they were abnormal meteors of some kind, but a government owned dive team discovered that they were actually pods of some kind, made of materials not found on Earth.

"They were empty by the time they were found, but not long after they were discovered and retrieved, strange signals began to be picked up by sonar sensors, and sailors around this area began to report seeing bizzare creatures swimming beneath their boats, some of them claiming that their vessels were attacked, which was corroborated by several documented cases of boats coming in with scratch marks on their hulls."

You opened the envelope and reached inside, withdrawing several polaroid photographs. Each one was of a different boat, ranging from dinky little sailboats to bulky fishing trawlers. However, they all shared one unique feature; a set of deep gouges that tore through wood and metal, left behind by something that had to be absolutely huge.

Well shit, slap a tinfoil hat on your head and call you a believer, because there wasn't much in the ocean that had claws to begin with, and certainly nothing with claws large enough to do that kind of damage.

As you began to tuck the photos back into the envelope, you noticed that one of them was drastically different. It was blurry, taken on the coast during what looked like a storm, but not even those hindrances could mask the appearance of the... thing that had been captured on camera.

It was big. Like, really big.

The closest thing you could compare it to would be some kind of whale, but it looked so wholly unlike any species you knew of that you immediately tossed that idea out the window. It had a long, silvery body, covered in large, armour-like scales that almost gave the appearance of it being segmented. Thick, spiny fins jutted out along most of its tail, purple webbing torn and ragged. It's upper half was obscured, as the creature was diving back down beneath the surface, but the very beginnings of its torso hadn't quite been submerged when the photo was taken, and you could see a long row of crimson gills that glowed in the moonless dark.

"What the fuck." you breathed out, shoving the photos back into the envelope before tossing it away from you like you were playing the world's strangest game of Hot Potato.

"Yeah, that was pretty much our reaction too." Sari said, picking up the envelope. "We've been calling that one 'The Meg', since you could almost mistake it for an overgrown shark, if you only caught a glimpse of it.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and groaned softly as you considered everything you'd just been told.

"Let me get this straight," you started slowly, dragging your hand down your face before resting it on your chin, "You and Marissa want me to find a way to study and treat a highly aggressive, barely studied, extremely dangerous alien, let me repeat that for you, alien species with no prior experience and, since you four work at a separate facility, no team?"

A pregnant silence met your question for a moment, before being broken by a very timid, very nervous "Yes?" from Graham, who was rubbing the back of his head.

You looked at him, looked at the rest of his team, looked at the exit of the diner, and considered your options; accept this batshit insane, borderline suicidal offer and risk getting torn limb from limb by sea monsters from beyond the stars, or move back in with your parents.

"Well Christ on a bike, sign me up." you replied, before snagging the nearby coffee pot and, after checking that it wouldn't give you third degree burns, chugged the whole damn thing, determined to get enough caffeine in your body to drown out that little voice in your head that alway nagged that you should have been a lawyer.

[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

[muletia]

i want to bite the merformers. how do they take it?

Optimus is a little confused. Is this how humans initiate courting? He has no knowledge of this, no one ever mentioned it. Primus, what is he supposed to do to make sure you know he accepts your courting? The most vivid reaction you’ll get from him is a surprised chirp. Other than that, you’re free to bite him as much as you like. Just know that his delusional processor will forever associate it with a prelude to mating.

Ratchet is well aware of human customs and knows you bit him because some dumb idea popped into your head. He’ll pull you away, letting out a low growl in warning. Has no desire for you to come at him with your pathetic human teeth. Though, in truth, he thinks about your bite every night. A part of him wishes you’d do it again, but he’ll never admit it.

Smokescreen bites you back. Is this some kind of human play? Or maybe your courting ritual? Whatever your reason for biting him, he’s more than happy to join in, grinning widely and waiting for your next move.

Megatron immediately assumes it’s an attempt to initiate mating. You are getting fish dicked down immediately after, good luck.

Knockout screeches and chirps angrily that you’ve ruined his flawless scales. He might just return the favor with a bite of his own.

[yasashii-leaf]

•Bumblebee has reached an age where he tries to imitate the older merformers

• Windblade she is adorable all humans find her cute, she is in the top 5 merformers consider universally cute among humans

• Sun and Side the twin brothers, twins are rare among Merformers, they also tend to be inseparable

• Drift Ratchet's romantic partner!

[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.

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[crying-fantasies]

The triplets

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Pups emerge from their shells in a very organic way, kind of, the egg is hard on the external surface but molten metal inside, and once the pup has stopped the process of cooling down inside is when the shell finally reveals the new spark, falling out blind, toothless and closed finials, the spark still latched on the shell, soon to be absorbed for minerals into the body in only minutes.

The first thing the newly emerged pup does, as many organics do, is crying out for its creators, the emergence season starts with the soft chirps of the newly emerged pups, but since minute one Sunset is a one-in-a-million pup with such high-pitched and strong cries that send whatever animal was near into hysterics, sure to be from his human side of the family, that startle Rodimus out of recharge, falling backward and rolling to the beach, optics wide and fins up in alert almost reminding anyone of a scared cat, breaking the nest, you fare no better as you fall from your bed, soon crawling to the door getting outside, driven by a primal need to get there in that second, just to see Rodimus dragging himself back to what is left of the nest and a little black thing in the middle of the fallen sand.

Rodimus takes a moment to take in the image of a newly emerged pup, not as cute as he had hoped for, but flabbergasted by the fact his first clutch did indeed hatch, there is not much to say as then you come near, hands hesitant but soon sure to hold the crying little bean which holds to your fingers, so tiny, barely able to be bigger than one of your hands, Rodimus beams with pride when you hold your first pup to your chest, connecting his crest to your forehead, his rumbling combining with your heartbeat, the cries soon dying out, just for that pride and wholesome familiar moment to shatter when the other two eggs start to open too.

First clutches barely have more than one egg, and is hardly possible that even one pup emerges from a first clutch, much less the possibility of the pup being viable or surviving the first days after emerging, don't even mention how many years; maybe it was the human genetics and their heavy fertility, but overall, that was everything from the human side that was present.

Needless to say, they were a handful.

Sunset is, in reality, the bigger of the whole clutch, his sisters a few pounds behind as the medical examination explains, “to have so much human genetic material, its no surprise they are so little”, so far, they still haven't opened their optics, leaving you to wonder what they are going to look like, Rodimus looks like his carrier, almost nothing coming from Cory except for his personality and sense of humor, as you look at your children, playing with Firecracker’s tiny red tail as she makes grabby hands to try and catch you, thrilling happily as Sunset is groomed by Rodimus, Coupe has bursts of energy here and there, sleeping over her dad’s shoulder plates only to move a little and fall asleep face first again.

All share one thing, their volume when their tummies are empty, or when it's too cold or too hot, when they get wet, “aren't you literal mermaids?!”, or when they just don't like the way they decided to pile to sleep, and yeah, the babies sleep with you in bed since the nest was destroyed, and you have to cheer up a sad Rodimus when he can't get it right once again.

Well, such are the hardships of parenting.

[berracids]

Merformers who are absolutely lethal (not really tho but still a safety hazard) have my heart,

I am looking at you; lionfish Knockout, stingray smokescreen and jellyfish soundwave.

Them mers don’t understand why you seem so tense around them, not knowing that their species could fuck you up pretty heavy if you get stung by them

Your mer wouldn’t know about that underlying fear of yours if you don’t voice it to them, and instead will get depressed when they see how you always flinch from them with every sudden move they make,

Soundwave would be the first to take notice of your fear of his appendages when you’ve seen him sting many mers with them and make them struggle to swim away in a straight line from his venom,

While knockout would take him at least a weak to notice your fear and how unsettled you feel when you he is nuzzling into you and asking you to preen his luscious red scales for him and movie your hands away whenever he rolls over so that you can continue doing the other side, so that his spikes don’t accidentally come into contact with you,

Whilst smokescreen is oblivious to your discomfort and jumps onto you whenever you are on his line of sight, or any where near 100 meter radius of any body of water he can fit in, he would hold you on his arms as his tail flicks excitedly behind him as you try to move you legs away so he doesn’t sting you on accident, you would need to explain to him how the venom in his tail barbs will hurt you.

After giving your fish the talk they chirp (at least knockout and smokescreen do) with raised brows as they clap excitedly when assuring you that they will stop the venom function when they handle you.

It all goes well for a few weeks, until they are deep inside of you as they rail you on the Sand with their large claws holding you down gently, until they let you go at the sudden shriek of pain as you hold onto your leg as the stinging sensation burns harshly under the skin where they accidentally stung you when they were too busy plowing you back to stop the venom flow,

The real question is, how will you explain that to the doctors in the ER?

[muletia]

Okay this is SO RANDOM, but I just found this photo on internet and it screamed with possible event of Reader going back to Optimus after they somehow get away from the island, from the Merformers AU and simply KILLING IT (in a good way) with this:

As they and Prime completely bond together during that time

Whaaaa, that's so cute! Primus knows you two need to be together 24/7 after your separation. Optimus won't let you leave his side even for one (1) second, his relieved and happy eyes always fixated on you. He would be worried about you when you surf, but he's always nearby to catch you when you fall from your board <3

And damn, ashamed that I never thought of this, but surfer!Reader with any of the mers goes so hard. Especially with the younger ones like Bumblebee/Smokescreen and Knockout/Breakdown

[transformers-spike]

Regarding merformers, I'm really fond of breeding seasons

But with oviposition

I consider mers to be hermaphrodites, so anyone can breed. They produce eggs they lay into other mers (the mersperm is situated inside the valve).

Obv, they don't always want to have merlings, so they either pull the eggs out or jerk off until the eggs are pushed out (not as pleasurable)

Having them is quite annoying because their spikes swell up and grow irritated from the eggs (and they're bumpier now too)

Plus, they lose a lot of nutrients producing them, weakening them quite a bit

Here's where it gets wild

Just like certain species of fish, they eat their own eggs (free snacc) to regain those nutrients

So if they lay them in a human, they get to eat them out while munching on those eggs

Outside of breeding season, they can still frag - but they don't produce anything, just the liquid accompanying oviposition

[tinydefector]

Marine Centre 8- merformers

A big thank you to the lovely @sunntownn for this beautiful piece of fanart of 'Big blue' Optimus and Caretaker (reader) and had to add it to one of the chapters, please go follow Sunntownn they have such beautiful art.

Warnings: mention or arousal, mating season, (popping a boner)

Word count: 2.3k

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They know big blue is avoiding them. He hasnt been at the cave when they show up, it's normally Nemo or Firefin with Babybee. But Babybee's words had been getting much better over the few weeks they had been teaching him, both Nemo and Firefin and the few others who dropped in would pay some attention to the pups' lessons.

 " Alright now this one baby?" They ask the little Oceanide while pointing to a little clownfish in the book, a smile on their face as they read the book to him. The pup trills thoughtfully for a moment before buzzing happily, "Kownfiss!" 

"Very good bubba, and guess what your my little clownfish" they state while booping his little nose earning a giggle. Babybee trills happily at being called their clownfish, little claws grabbing the book as he shoots a large smile showing off his little teeth. 

Firefin tilts his head slightly, his gills quivering as he attempts at their speech, vowels warbling roughly. "... kloun...fish?" Beside him, Nemo chuckles in mild amusement. 

Angelfish titters eagerly. " Clowy...bee? Fiss? ownfish?" He attempts the words despite how raspy they sound and how uncomfortable it made his gills feel. The twins chitter and chirp at the others in amusement. 

They gasp slightly when Nemo pulls himself closer, a soft rumble leaves him as he gestures his clawed hand to the pup. "Oh ok" they hum understanding the basics of what the white and orange oceanide was trying to do. They scoop Babybee up and pass him over to the large Oceanide. He lets out a few clicks at them with a soft smile.   

The other oceanides catter between themselves with soft melodies and clicks As Babybee happily chirps in Nemo's hold. The older mer helped the pup slip back into the water followed by slipping in after the energetic little one.

 The oceanides still hung around the centre but a lot of them had taken back to ocean hunting now with the seasons getting warmer. Everyone at the centre had noticed too with how little they had the oceanides climbing onto the jetties to steal fish out of barrels. 

They hadn't told Quin about the oceanides talking but Quin knew something was up and had them on a lot more outdoor activities to be around the oceanides for socialisation and to make sure the pup took well to the sea and pods.

 They slowly slide into the water too calling out to the red and black mer. "Cherry" they coo, trying to get the oceanides attention while treading water. The others click and chirp while giving them a side eye. 

But as the requested Oceanide swims towards them, They point to Nemo as he and babybee begin swimming out of the cave's mouth. Trying to usher for them to follow as they grip onto his shoulder. "Swim" they manage to say to Cherry. 

They hold their breath as they swim through the cave holding onto the oceanides shoulder, their body pressed closely to his back and flank as they make it out into the open water. The sweet melodies of the others echo across the waves as they swim up to see what they were doing. 

They pull away from Sideswipe to swim up for air only to have the Meg glide under them, slowly rising himself so that they rest on his back, it shocks them slightly at how docile he is acting with them but they lean against him enjoying the opportunity to just lounge on the large Oceanide.   

More little chirps and calls fly between the different pods, some playing with each other and others lounge in the waves or on rocks. A deep rumble leaves Big man as he turns, large clawed hands grabbing them to keep their smaller body steady as he lets them rest against his chest, loud purrs leave him as their legs brush the rippled gills on his sides. 

"Well aren't you social once you're out here big man" they tease to the large Oceanide as they sit on him. A bright smile on their lips, their hands moving to his cheeks patting them playfully, "bububub, awww who my big scary man, you, you are " they coo. Only for him to huff but relax back into their touch. 

The human's eyes flicker towards Echo when they hear his sweet melody. " Echo there have you been?" They call out excitedly to the rather silent oceanide. It wasn't often they saw the pretty deep blue mer, he was rather illusive as was Reaper. 

 Mega rumbles softly in contentment, but the large mer doesn't move. 

Echo chirps fondly towards them but doesn't make an attempt to interpret the big man's cuddle time. Others swim around eagerly splashing and playing only for The Meg to grumble at them or hiss every once in a while. It makes them chuckle at how cuddly the big mer had gotten since they had been looking after him. 

They happily lay against his frame enjoying how cool it feels in the scorching sun. They almost fall into a nap listening to his rumbles and soft thrills, one arm in the water as they rest against him. 

They are halfway asleep when a loud whistling call snaps them awake, Big blue swims towards Nemo and babybee, but he nears the pods, delighted to see all the other oceanides. He slowly stills his swimming when he sees them resting against the Meg. 

Babybee excitedly babbles to his sire as he swims to him, doing quick little circles round him in delight. Big blue warbles uneasily but turns his focus to his pup. The others watch anticipating what his reaction would be to them swimming with the pod.   

They slowly slip back into the water off the Meg, paddling over towards Big blue  "Where have you been big blue, why have you been avoiding me?" They ask as they tread water in front of him. Big blue whines softly at them, still not talking in that sweet broken voice they were beginning to miss. 

"Blue, please talk to me, I know you can" their voice goes much softer as their hand reaches up to touch his face, frills and fins. Only for it to earn a low growl from the normally docile mer but it slowly turns into a wabled whine as he goes to try and swim they grab hold of him not letting him take off without then, holding on by his fin. Bee playfully follows while the others just watch on in disbelief, 

The moment he stops on the beach they move quickly forcefully pushing him down as they sit on him, in truth he had much more strength then them and could have easily thrown them off as they staring the oceanide down, they watch the way his fins and frills extend and show off the colour, as a mating display.

 "What's gotten into you? " they mumble softly while cupping his face. He wants them, wants them so badly that his body responds to each touch. Big blue warbles helplessly as his frame responds. Gently he butts his head against their hands. 

Slipping close, Angelfish beaches himself beside them. trills a soft greeting while flaring his vibrant frills and fins in  display. He nudges against their side, 

Their eyes move from Big blue to Angelfish as his fins flare and his scales shift colour almost like an illusion as he begins to show off. They sit there stunned for a moment as he continues, they feel something pressing against their back. It's only then that they realise exactly why Big blue had been avoiding them. "Oh.., Oh!" They shout before quickly clambering off the oceanide and walking off flustered trying not to make eye contact.

‘Holy shit,  holy shit, they have a penis too not just Claspers, maybe the claspers arent really claspers’ they begin to panic as they walk off trying not to look at the oceanides on the beach. 

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Rodimus rumbles approval while Ratchet nods sagely at the pups Advancing vocabulary. "Well said, Bumblebee. You're leaning very quickly"

Bluestreak inquiries curiously. "Think if the little pup learns their ways, maybe they'd warm up to us too?" 

Sideswipe hums in agreement. "Pit, if Bumblebee can get cosy, imagine what we could show a landwalker with a few words in our vocab!" 

Sunstreaker shakes his head. But as Bumblebee continues blossoming under the soft ones teachings. 

Bumblebee trills happily at being called their clownfish. “ I'm doing good!” He calls Ratchet only for the older mer to chuckle with a nod. “Very well pup” both Rodimus and Bluestreak attempt to say the words bumblebee is being taught. 

Sideswipe laughs playfully as he slowly slides down the algae covered rock. "Since when'd you two start trying to learn?" 

“Alright pup, come on time to go hunting, your sire will be back soon need to make sure you have had a feed” Ratchet calls to him, moving closer to the soft skin. They gasp slightly but scoop bumblebee up and pass him over to Ratchet regardless. “Thank you sweetone” he rumbles. 

Bluestreak titters excitedly as Bumblebee is passed to Ratchet. "Aww lookit him, getting comfy with them already!" 

Sideswipe's whines enviously. "Frag I wish that could be me getting coddled!" 

As they all began slipping back into the water to prepare for a hunt the landwalker slides in alongside them. Looking towards Sideswipe as they call out in their little strange name for him. Rodimus whines "Fragger" 

Beside him, Bluestreak thrills eagerly as always. "Look at Sides go! Think if he scores we'll all get a shot?"

Sideswipe, draws closer. “Yes sweet one, how can I appease you?” He coos softly.

Meanwhile Ratchet shakes his head wearily, keeping Bumblebee tucked safe as he watches the foolish adolescents. 

They point to Ratchet as he and Bumblebee begin swimming out of the cave's mouth. Trying to usher for them to follow as they grip onto his shoulder. 

Rodimus rumbles with barely-checked eagerness as the landwalker invites themself along for a swim. "Frag, they really want us all, don't they? Think if we play our cards right..."

“Can it Firefish!” Sunstreaker shouts at him only to get a glare from Rodimus and Bluestreak. Sideswipe purrs, as he lets them settle against his back. "I'll keep you safe, sweetsea."

He takes off quickly, not wanting them to be underwater for too long, knowing well the landers couldn't breath under water. Thundercracker and Skywarp drift around curiously. Even Megatron eyes them for a moment with a low rumble acknowledging them with a whistle. Skywarp flicks his fins teasingly at Sideswipe's find. "Look at you, Sides, got yourself a sucker" he teases.  

Megatron follows their movement to the surface,  using his bulk to keep them afloat. He lets them settle on him, rather enjoying himself with the small softskin. Skywarp titters amusedly. "My, my, looks like someone likes the fleshy!" 

Thundercracker chuckles. "Never thought I'd see Megatron taken with a lamprey" 

Even stoic Soundwave moves to watch. " Landwalker cared for his injuries."

Megatron's purr rumbles his massive frame, as he cradles them against his chest letting them rest. 

Skywarp titters excitedly to his twin. "Seems like half the pod's got their eyes on the little landwalker! Think any of us stand a chance against Megatron, Soundwave and Optimus?"

Thundercracker chuckles dryly. "Who knows"

Nearby, ever-hopeful Bluestreak titters eagerly. "Oo, wouldn't it be nice if they chose all of us? Think of the clutches!" 

Another whistle breaks through the air as Optimus swims towards Ratchet and Bumblebee, but he nearly stills his swimming when he sees the sweet human he had been avoiding is resting on Megatron. Bumblebee excitedly babbles. “Carrier teach more words. Clownfish, I'm a little clownfish!” He states excitedly.  

As the human makes their way off Megatron the paddle over towards Optimus while the others watch rather intrigued to see what happens.   

Beside them, ever-intrigued Skywarp titters to his twin. "Ha, looks like Mr. Smooth scales is tangled up by them and they don't even have a net" he continues as Optimus tries swimming off only for the softone to hold on as he darts away. "Awww,someone'sgot it reeeeal bad!" 

Thundercracker softens."Let them be,Sky. He's struggles enough as is, his seasons come early it seems we'll most likely be like that by the end of the full moon." 

Mirage chirps cheerfully, "Aww, they make such a cute pair! Don't you think so, Sides?"

Sideswipe huffs softly feeling slightly rejected "much rather have them as my mate."

Rodimus rumbles impatiently, "Well, if Optimus won't make his move, maybe one of us should..."

Ratchet vents heavily, "Oh, for Primus' sake. Give them some space, you lot."

Optimus warbles helplessly as his frame responds against his will. Gently he butts his head against their hands, wishing words could convey how much he wanted to tell them what was happening. “Please little singer i can't have you near me like this” he tries to plead knowing they didn't understand the melodies but he didn't trust himself in this state. 

Slipping close, Bluestreak trills a soft greeting while flaring his vibrant fins and frills on display. He nudges against their side. "Let poor Optimus be, sweet carrier" 

Nearby, Rodimus rumbles faintly amused. "Lookit Blue go, making his move while Ops a mess" 

Optimus can't help it when his spike slowly slinks out from its cover claspers spreading slightly as he lays under the softkin. Their expression slowly changes, "Oh...Oh!" They cry, quickly scrambling off poor Optimus in a spray of sand and pebbles. 

Sunstreaker whistles low between his denta as the realisation sinks in. "Well scrap me, looks like it finally clicked!"

"About fragging time too," Smokescreen adds wryly. "That must've been quite the show for the little landwalker."

Optimus retreats back into the sea darting off again leaving Bumblebee with Ratchet. 

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