#earthspark tarantulas

[ny000mdraws]

some earthspark doodles!!

[toastfield]

I found my password.

[haro0o]

Characters:

Current favorite: IDW megatron

Comfort character: Rottmnt Raph

By design: TFES Tarantulas

By plot: IDW Shredder

Guilty Favorite: mr Cedric

All time favorite: 2012 Shredder

Plus Megaprowl doodles

[djhashtageditz]

Alright people

[revelboo]

"It’s almost a game now, watching you and pretending to let down his guard. Waiting to see when you’ll seize an opportunity that he’s given you, because he almost enjoys the challenge of catching you again and again." ... so tarantulas is into pred/prey play is what im hearing /hj

Honestly, I’d think any Cybertronian with an animalistic alt like him, Waspinator, or Grimlock would love pred/prey play or hunting a partner. And the behavior might get accidentally triggered without meaning to

18+ scenario content 🌶️

Waspinator x Reader

• Finally back? Antenna perking up as the door opens, he knocks over an end table to greet you. Hearing your startled inhale as he picks you up, mandibles grazing your cheek and neck. And hissing softly at the new scent on you. A stranger’s scent instead of his. Venting against you, he ignores your attempts to push his head away as he chases that unwanted smell.

• He’s always clingy, but this is different. Is he smelling you? And it clicks, one of your coworkers had given you a hug. “Personal space,” you tell him, pushing at him more firmly and he catches your fingers in his mandibles, his servos dragging you flush to him and then pushing you both back until your back hits the wall. Shocking you since he’s always fidgety and submissive, but not now. He’s agitated.

• “Waspinator’s friend. Waspinator’s hive,” he hisses letting you tug your fingers from his mandibles so he can run them and his inner mouth against your throat. Feels you shudder against him as he rubs himself against you, replacing that scent with his. Wings buzzing in agitation as his glossa slides against your warm throat and you make a new noise that thrums through him. Hands catching you and lifting you to pin more firmly against him.

• Mortified as he moves against you, you know it’s been a while for you, but you can’t believe your blood is heating at the feel of him touching you. That you want more. And you could smack him and he’d drop you and go back to his normal oddly sweet awkwardness like this never happened, you’re sure of it. “Waspinator’s,” he insists, buzzing voice deepening as his servos fight with your clothes. Growling at you when you try to help him figure out how to strip you, aware of his claws tearing your clothes. Of him pushing you back against the wall and his spike branding your inner thigh as he shifts against you.

• Can’t stop, doesn’t want to. Feeling your hands on him, not pushing him away or yelling. Allowing this as he shifts his grip until he finds you. Your scent shifting into something new, something he needs as he pulls you down onto his spike. Hearing your gasping cry, stirring predatory instincts as he moves against you. Claiming what’s his, making sure you understand that he has you and that you’re his in return.

Tarantulas x Reader

• “I’m sorry. What now?” Looming over you, he twists his clawed servos together as his extra legs twitch. Obviously almost as embarrassed about the request as you are. Because he’s asking you to strip naked and let him chase you through the woods. Know he has some odd impulses sometimes, like when you’d accidentally found out that he’s like a cat about pouncing on you when he’s triggered by sudden movement. If he startles you badly enough you duck or move away, he lunges after you, snaring you in his legs. And then gets embarrassed about it and it’s kind of sweet.

• Mandibles flexing, his shoulders hunch at your tone. “We don’t have to,” he says. Freezing when you begin stripping for him. Honestly, shocked you’re willing to go along with this for him. “You can have a head start.” Extra legs reaching forward to slide against your skin, growling a protest when you back out of reach. Smiling uncertainly up at him before you take off. And he knows what he just said, but he’s immediately lunging after you, excitement spinning him tight.

• Glancing back over your shoulder and not finding him, an odd thrill spins through you. Where is he? He’d said you were getting a head start, but apparently not. For being so big, you should be able to hear him, but you can’t and it’s an expected shiver of uncertainty. Yelping when a web snags your ankle and he’s on you before you can hit the ground, catching you in his legs. Servos gripping your hips as his extra limbs catch your wrists and ankles to spread you helpless, guiding his spike to you and driving deep as you whimper his name. Those mandibles grazing your throat.

Grimlock x Reader

• “It’s not like I was flirting with him, so stop growling at me.” As much as you love the big moron, it’s impossible to have an actual conversation with him. Know it’s not his fault, what happened to him at Shockwave’s hands and it makes your heart ache for him when he tries so hard to understand something and just gets angry about it. But sometimes he’s just so exhausting. And you know better than to turn your back on him when you’re arguing, but you just can’t deal with his temper right now. “I can talk to whoever I want.”

• Growling as you storm off, he stalks after you. Hating that he can’t say the things he wants to, that he can’t always remember things correctly. But you? You’re a constant in the chaos, soft hands touching his face and calm voice easing his tension. And he can’t understand or stand you ignoring him now. Eyes angry when you look back at him, he hooks an arm around you, hearing your gasp go straight through him when your feet leave the ground. “Don’t you dare, Grimlock,” you snarl at him as he dumps you on your soft bedding and pins you with a hand between your shoulder blades. “I’m mad at you.”

• And he’s not listening at all, tugging your pants down and kneeling behind you. Kicking against his chassis as his mask retracts and he vents against the inside of your thigh. “Grimlock fix,” he growls against you, your protest that he can’t start an argument and fix it with sex faltering when his glossa slides against you. Fingers fisting in your bedding as his glossa drives inside you, stroking deep. Apologizing in his own way as your thighs tremble.

[monochromexz]

The dad #2 series continue

[vainvaiheart]

I need Tarantulas back in the next batch of earthspark episodes 🥺 his dynamic with Nightshade melts my heart

[itonakoart]

local cryptid in your area ❗❗❗🕷️

[doodlecat19]

"You remind me of someone I loved dearly a long time ago..."

I remembered Ostaros existed. And then put that together with this IDW earthspark thing I conjured up.

[hamlet-yam]

was practicing a new form of shading for me

was gonna finish tarantulas but he was too complex to shade for me mostly his legs and i eventually lost interest and moved on to a different drawing oof.

[nettledevil]

I needed drawing references

[phoenixisobsessed]

Tarantulas drawing done

Ahaha…ARGGGHHH I WANT HIM SO BAAAFD

Anyway I decided to make him shiny because why not. Feeling silly. I also haven’t slept for 30 hours. Eurgh. I am SO tired. But I wanna correct my sleep schedule rn so I gotta wait a bit longer hhhh insomnia POV. Yarwh!! Anyway bye chat thas it. Hearts out to Tarantulas because I’m obsessed with him and love him very much.

[shion69-fanart]

[robotwifehoarder]

tarantulas sketch from 2023 uwu

[revelboo]

Creeping in with a spice request..what other bots might use restraints in the berthroom? We definitely know tfp soundwave does.

But I was also having a wandering mind with other possibilities. Prowl..tfp megs...maybe jazz...def Es soundwave I definitely remember his tie job with those extension cables 👀

Oooh shibari/restraint fun…

Restraint Headcanons/Scenarios

18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Prowl

• “Don’t you dare!” Laughing despite yourself as you struggle against the weird harness he’s wrapped you up in, your arms and torso bound, loops hooking around your thighs and crisscrossing you. And your eyes drift up to the length of chain dangling from the ceiling and the hook at the end. Wiggling when he hauls you up and there’s a moment of discomfort as he adjusts the harness. “Prowl,” you protest, giggling as you spin in a lazy circle, snarled in the loops and knots of soft rope. “What if I changed my mind?”

• “Have you?” He asks, head tipping as he moves around you and checks the harness. Making sure you’re comfortably suspended. Circling back in front of you, his servos slide against your inner thigh, the harness keeping you pinned and spread wide for him. “All you have to do is ask.” And he’ll let you down eventually, servos stroking you and watching you arch and wiggle what little bit you can. Bound and helpless. “Do you want me to stop?” Pressing a servo inside you, he growls. Despite your protests, you’re slick already.

• And he’s leaning forward to vent against you as he thrusts that servo deep, curling it. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Moaning a protest when he slips his servo free and releases his spike. Figuring out exactly why he’d called this a punishment for you being a brat when he grips your hips and slowly pulls you forward, his spike stretching you. And you can’t really move, arms bound and thighs spread wide. Watch his optics shutter as he groans and begins to use the harness, swinging you to meet his thrusts. Toes curling and head thrown back as his hips snap against yours. Completely at his mercy.

ES Soundwave

• In hindsight, provoking him on purpose might not have been your best plan, but you love the repercussions. Wriggling as he hooks an arm around you and ties your wrists with some of the stupid extension cord he’d apparently saved just for this, your breath wheezes out of when he bends your hips up trying to grab your bound wrists when you yank them over your head. Making you realize one of your legs is over his hip, the other against his shoulder. And his spike is right there against you. Hear his snarl, feel the way he shudders as he comes to the same realization.

• Gripping your hips, he buries himself inside you, stretching you in a deep drive and you moan, squirming. “Wait,” you gasp when he begins to move, hips pumping against you. Making a note that you’re so tight this way, hips curled up and unable to get any leverage to move. Curling himself move over you, he pins your wrists with a hand and listens to your ragged cries. Begging him for more even as you squirm and try to escape him. “Soundwave.” Moving faster against you, hips pumping as you tighten even more. Lost in the wet sound of you taking his spikes and your moans.

TFP Megs

• Optics hooded as he tugs on your glittering leash just to make those eyes flash up at him, warm mouth sliding on his spike to make him dig the clawed servos of his other hand into the throne he’d demanded the Vehicons fashion him for when he’s mass displaced. Sprawled back on it, thighs spread, he watches your head bob on his spike, tongue sliding on him and he growls. That wet heat and suction, the feel of you palm on his thigh, the other gripping his spike too much, snarling as he comes apart and you jerk your head back, his release on your chin and body. And those indignant eyes, narrowing because he’d not warned you how close he was. Tugging gently on your leash until you stand so he can pull you into his lap across his thigh, he wipes your bottom lip clean and snarls when your tongue darts out to lick him. Servos sliding against your skin, gathering his wasted release and grinning at you as he presses that slick servo inside you, stroking to make you squirm.

ES Tarantulas

• “Dammit, Tarantulas,” you groan as you realize he’d webbed you again. Your arms and legs bound and spread as you hang facedown. And you can hear his chittering laughter before he moves into view under you, mandibles flexing. “You could just ask.” Not just do it while you’re asleep so you wake up dangling and helpless like prey.

• “Part of the allure is capturing you,” he murmurs, clawed servos tipping your face as his mandibles brushes your cheek and neck. His sharp denta grazing your skin as his glossa chases your pulse. “A side effect of this altmode.” Legs plucking at the web you’re trapped in, he shifts against you and you make a noise when he flips himself, nuzzling between your thighs, glossa stroking inside you. Feeling you bucking and wiggling what little you can as he settles in. Has no intention of letting you loose for a while, keeping you helpless and trapped whole he breeds you.

Jazz

• Laughing as you squirm, his hands grip your hips and move you on his spike. Sprawled back against the wall, with your wrists bound and hooked around his neck, his lips brush your sweat slicked neck. Feeling you begin to tremble and tighten on him again as he lazily rolls his hips. You’d stopped being able to do much besides whimpering incoherently after the third or fourth round. Those little noises coiling him tight as he groans. Hearing your little ragged cries as he shakily vents. Loves you like this, so messy and needy and at his mercy as he fills you again and again. Thinking about sparking you as you press your face into his neck and come apart on him, fisting his spike. Every round making it harder to resist that need.

[thenamesblurrito]

sticker art! i'm calling this my blep sticker series lol

this was the first batch for the con that you can buy here, and i've just made a whole new set that should get printed soon