#tarantulas x reader

Tarantulas has an... itch. Now, he's typically able to control himself well. He's never had an issue with that in his existence. However... this beat mode is really, really getting to him.

You were in his lab like usual. Minding your own business for the most part, he thinks of you as his... "partner", oddly enough— He's never really considered anyone to such a high degree before, most "partners" were dealt with once he got what he wanted out of them. Or they betrayed him.

But you, you're special. To him. Its not like you have any sort of scientific temperament he might've found useful but you know how to keep a secret and he values that. Besides, you're a partner to him. Who else would he want to explore this with? The more... animalistic sides all of you seemed to inherit from takes these new alt modes had their own impulses packaged with it. It was strange, carnal needs were not something your kind typically faced.

But it was different now. A hot need swept to his frame and naturally, he turned to you.

So here you are, splayed out before him after a gruelling... who knows how long session of being teased. Despite how he's attempting to drive you insane, there's clearly something off about him. You can tell. He's... gentler? Less cruel. Its unlike him. His touch, although heated and feverish, has a kindness to it.

A relieved moan leaves your vocalizer as you feel his heavy spike slide into your valve, your face burying into the work bench your bent over--- You're probably going to have to help clean this up but you can't even begin to even think about it. Though, he does feel... heavier than he would normally. Nothing your bigger frame can't handle. His pace starts off slow, teasing. Once again.

"Come on.." You've waited patiently for long enough now, Tarantulas laughs a bit, venting hard. You're starting to consider pinning him down and just-

"I suppose you do deserve better..." That... throws you off. No begging? No sadistic humiliation? No degradation? What.. What is wrong with him?

"Tarantulas, are you... h-hah... are you okay?" Your servo holds onto the nearest surface you can find tightly, digits digging in. His pace gradually quickening. You tend never prod into these sort of things, he's quite reserved when it comes to how he feels and such..

"I'm perfectly f-fine.." He says, vocalizer sputtering as he feels your walls clench down on him, a soft moan leaving your dermas. "Am I not supposed to.. nnghh.. reward you?" He says, going quicker, harder. you can tell he's almost there and so are you. Its getting progressively harder to think of replies, frag, to even think in the first place after being teased for so long. Helpless under him.

"Consider this a gift." He says, his tone was off. As if he were expecting something. He continues, speeding up slightly, going rougher. His spike hitting all the right spots, he's mapped out your frame now.

You're not sure what is going on but you feel... something solid. Something piercing through the entrance to your forge and a surprised moan follows, your temperature doubles— The heat from your vents starting to precipitate on your frame, the intrusion sends a warning to your HUD. Something... Something just went through. Your optics shot wide open and another strangled moan left you. It hurt. But why did it feel so good? It stung in a strange way, a strange pleasurable way. The amount of web-like pink transfluid he's coated your insides with was more than enough lubricant for this... what felt like a gelatinous mass to slide through. You're struggling against his grip but Tarantulas is determined to keep you here like this. Your back struts arch as you feel another one pass through, resting in your tank. Tarantulas practically revels in the sight.

"Fascinating.." He pants out, his servo moving to your abdomen— A heat present within, not of your natural frame but as a reaction.

"What.. What is that!?" You manage to vocalize, stabilizers shaking, almost giving out on yourself. Your servos desperately grasping for some support to calm yourself down, your actions are not surprising such as intimate area is usually left untouched... nothing is typically supposed to go up there.

"Oh, don't you worry." Tarantulas groans, his helm on the back on your neck supports. Inhaling your scent. His free servo working up your spike, the tip of his thumb rubbing gently around the duct had you mewling.

"Its-Its going inside me!" It was supposed to come out as a shriek when you felt yet another one slide up, his spike twitching & pulsing to get whatever it is inside you. His servo working harder on your spike, trying to distract you and it works. He's got you moaning out loud.

"And I'm already inside you." He's being cheeky, there's a playfulness to his raspy voice as he reaffirms his grip onto your hip struts, tightening it to make sure he's at the hilt of your channel. His servos going up and down your spike at a quicker pace, the attack of pleasure from both sides leaving you utterly weak to him.

"N-Not like that!" You whine out, trying your hardest to ensure that your stabilizers don't give out on you at this moment with him behind you as another he continues to give you his eggs. Despite the lack of a traditional intake, you can tell he would've had a cheeky grin.

"I meant... the.. haaah... wh-whatever is going up my tank!" Its hard to articulate with how overwhelming the experience is, the stretch, his attentiveness to your spike, the fullness of your valve... His servo continues to work up your spike and the way your optics roll back when your splattered your own transfluid over your chassis was to kill for in his opinion. You spike twitches in his servo as you overload nears.

"Ah.. yes, th-that..." He murmurs, raspy as your valve clenches down on him with the way you bulldoze yourself through another overload, a loud moan leaving your vocalizer. "You needn't worry yourself with s-something... as trivial as being an incubator." He buries him helm into the back of your neck, it takes a bit for his words to really register and you get what he meant with how hazy your mind was, still on a high. You pant, taking a moment to regain your bearings & get the heat out of your overworked systems-

But then it clicked.

Holy frag.

He's laying eggs in you.

Your optics are wide and you try to look back at a pleasure-drunk Tarantulas, slightly difficult from your position but you catch a glimpse. What the frag? He can lay eggs??? How??? Was it by the virtue of your alt modes?? Would you end up being a parent!??! What is he thinking??? WOULD IT HATCH IN YOU?

"Oh, don't look like that~" He teases, seeing your horrified expression. "These are just... some quirks we've gotten with our new alt modes, dear." He chuckles. "And there's no one else I'd want to test these features on than you."

"You're... You're horrible..." You pant out. Of course he'd use you as a test subject... He could've warned you at least when he brought you here for your usual activities.

"I doubt any of these... eggs would harbour actual life of any kind. Us Cybertronians are n-mmFF..." He feels your valve clench down on him even tighter with the rhythmic pulses of his ovipositor, the ridges striking against nodes as his eggs find their way into your tanks. Your claws are practically digging into this wall of the laboratory, processor dizzy with all this pleasure.

"Nhnn... Tarantulas..." You whine, feeling his eggs enter your forge one by one, taking its place within your tank. The gelatinous substance rests inside of you, steadily. Your optics look down to see where your frame feels heavy from the sheer amount he's planting into you. There's steam fuming from your vents, this whole thing is making you so, so dizzy.

Its... hot. In a weird, freakish way. You find yourself into this in spite of everything.

"Mm.. How delectable." He groans out, his voice slightly shaking. Primus, if you could see yourself through his visor... Full of his eggs & spike. He's made sure that there's not a single tank he hasn't filled of yours with his transfluids. His grip is shaky and one servo moves to your lower abdomen.

"I-I can't-" Another plea from your side, you can feel his helm by the side of yours as his spike remains firmly pressed against end of your channel. A small line of drool from the corner of your intake, positively spike drunk. This feels unlike anything you've ever felt. The constant pulsing of his spike striking against nodes in a rhythm, you might just overload on his spike while he's doing this.

"Nonsense." He hisses out, groaning. Tarantulas needs this. Badly. His servos are quite literally denting your hip struts, holding you tight. His mandibles grazing against the back of your neck supports as you remain panting.

He grabs you by your hip struts and sits down with you on his lap as you remain full of him, vents blaring out the heat from your systems. You're so warm... Tarantulus isn't sure if he'd ever want to pull out. Your insides are so warm... And you look so cute like this! Full of his eggs, you're drooling too. The small distention at your abdomen, he practically coos as his servo caresses the area. You involuntarily flinch, clearly not used to having your plating do that. Your optics remain wide as you try to process what just happened, the overwhelming pleasure wearing off.

But you... you want more. You like this feeling, its alien in every way possible but this is unlike anything.. and everything you could ever feel. You have no idea why you even want more, it feels like... instinct.

"Again. Please? J-Just... Once more?" You're pleading him so sweetly and Tarantulas would, he would all the time if he could. But it throws him off. He'd have guessed you're tired, or maybe even cuss him out without giving so much as a warning.

"I'd love to but I need a moment..." His servo gently presses against your distended plating and he gets your whimper as a response, he's surprised you want to go at it— He would've guessed something like this would feel at least uncomfortable given this isn't how Cybertronians typically... interface. But its a welcome surprise, that 'itch' in his systems feel relieved when those eggs made their way out of him.

"I can take more..." You whine and you feel his spike twitching at that. You're so good for him. You gently rub your stabilizers together just to tease him, his spike still inside you.

"How o-obscene!" He cackles, not expecting that. Sputtering a bit even. But if its more eggs you want then... he might as well fill you to the maximum.

"You like it when I'm like that.." You mumble out, kissing his face mindlessly as you remain with him deep inside you. The deepest anyone has ever gone....

And how could he resist you? Half lidded optics looking at him begging to be full, the vents working overtime on your frame and don't even get him started on your valve. He shudders, primal coding going haywire within him. Considering you're from a larger size bracket, you probably could take more and that... that entices him.

It's going to be a long, long night.

BONUS: graphic egg laying. like next level freak stuff.

"Shhh... Sh... we need to get them out." He has you on his lap, the gelatinous blobs have hardened slightly. They have been incubated enough within you. Tarantulas now believes its time to help you take them out. Poor you, walking around base so heavy, carrying his fluids and eggs. And the best part? Your mid-section plating seems to have distended a bit more than when the eggs were first left to incubate. They must have expanded a bit more within you, the covering must've gotten harder.... The sight was painfully arousing knowing that it was he who was responsible. Thinking about the changes that are happening within your frame only serves to excite him more. None of the others knew a thing but at this point, Tarantulas doubts he would care if they knew.

He would've grinned if he could, Tarantulas' digit gently makes its wave into your valve, going deeper than he usually does with his digits. He pressed down on a something and a sudden, sweltering heat hits you in your core, all the way down to your array. All your equipment coming online as your biolights pulse with a strong intensity. And you feel fluid... gush out of your forge... The seal overriding. You're squirming in his grip as his lap is stained with his own fluid, moaning as you feel his digits rhythmically hit that spot.

"Oh, calm down.." He mutters, slightly amused by your show. The other servo wrapped around you tight, gently stroking the distended area. You can feel the eggs start to slowly slide down. Its an odd feeling... His digits pull out of your transfluid soaked valve glistening and moves to your cute little node instead, his thumb gently rubbing the node, massaging it— He knows you'll need a lot more lubricant to get them out of you and what better lubricant than the one you can naturally produce.

Your moans follow quickly and you feel the first one slide out, its... harder and bigger than it was when placed inside you. You whimper, pushing your hardest as the spider continues to tease your node.

"Tarantulas..." It comes out so needy, so desperate, so... unlike anything he's ever heard & the way you're looking at him.. Are you asking to have more eggs in you? Because he could & would if you kept acting so-

Tarantulas is snapped out of his thoughts when he sees one of them, slowly coming out of you, stretching you valve open. Cursing under your vents as your stabilizers shake. The egg is slimy and moist as Tarantulas watches keenly, no longer hitting you with a witty quip.

The mad scientist finds this obscenely arousing. Oh Primus, he's just going to have to stuff you with eggs more often now, won't he? Primus knows how many he's managed to place in you. Though, he doubts you'd be happy to know that.

"Nnghh..." You whimper as Tarantulas gently pulls it out of your valve with a wet, pop sound. Another wet, slimy egg sliding its way out.

"H-How many are there...?" You mutter, the discomfort was... something and pushing the eggs out was not easy, your poor gaping valve ruined.

"A lot more. You wanted to be full yesterday." Tarantulas breaks his silence, recalling the night before. You whine when you hear that, there is a subtle embarrassment flashing across your features. This is going to take a long while. You have an expression he could only call a pout across your face, he cackles.

"If you don't take them out now, they'll harden significantly and this process will be a lot more painful." He explains, his digit drawing a circle around your abdomen and your blinking node, making your channel even wetter, back curving slightly against his frame as you try your hardest to push out the remaining.

"Besides, what if they hatch within you? We wouldn't want that..." His tone goes low in a way which concerns you.

Oh, how he wishes you didn't have to take them out... He wanted you to walk around like this so so badly. So full, so needy for him & so willing. It was almost like a primal need.

Your face, despite the fact that its metal becomes pale and panicked.

"I THOUGHT YOU S-SAID THAT WASN'T POSSIBLE!!!" Awww, your optics are all wide... Tarantulas enjoys messing with you, maybe a little too much. Your servos holding onto his arms even tighter.

"You never know." Despite the lack of a traditional intake, you can very well see the smile on his face.

Maybe next time, he should have you trapped in one of his webs before having fun.

@bean-with-a-knife and mystery info anon the goat. ik this isn't accurate as to how spiders use their equipment but i deadass got a bit too horny also HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS REALLY WANT HIM.

whoever you are, know that you are the goat.

• And you stare at Tarantulas hanging on the side of the building mass displaced already, his head tilting as he stares at you. You’re not nearly awake enough for this or to deal with him, but you still unlock the door and open it, letting the shoe drop. Shivering in the cold, night air, you back up as he twists sideways slightly his extra limbs reaching in to hook against the door frame while he squeezes in and you frown at him. “What time is it?” You mumble as he slowly straightens to tower over you and looks around your apartment. Why did you let him in? You’re not entirely sure, but sometimes, rarely, you feel bad for him. Because he just seems so lonely. Batshit crazy, but lonely, too.

• Doesn’t know what to say now that he’s here. How to explain that he had nightmares of being trapped again. That he couldn’t stand to be alone. And you’re just frowning up at him as he leans and his head thumps against your shoulder to make you stagger slightly. Just needs this. Something to anchor him in reality so the madness is kept at bay. Needs to feel another field brush against his. To remind him that he’s not still there. He’s free. “You okay, Spider-Man?” You ask and he vents, extra limbs shifting restlessly.

• “Mesothulas,” he says, head still against your shoulder as he leans on you. “I don’t want to be alone.” And he sounds so real right now. Completely different from his maniacal chuckling or taunting inappropriateness. Sighing, you reach up to awkwardly pat him on the back, the plush fluff on his shoulders brushing against your arm as he vents. Shivering as you try to figure out what to do with a giant, depressed spider alien, one of his extra limbs stretches out to shut your balcony door. Because apparently he’s staying the night. ‘Alright,’ you tiredly groan, trying to back away toward your bed and he grabs the hem of your sleep shirt in his servos, head still against you as he follows. Right now, he’s more lost boy than lunatic, though. You’ve never seen this Tarantulas.

He’ll explain that bots can’t really get these sorts of things, and any damage can simply be repaired so scaring is seldom seen in their people. He honestly thinks it’s one of the things that makes humans most beautiful, the stories their body can tell through infinitesimal details. 

Birth marks aren’t a thing for them, freckles too, beauty marks can be easily added to metal plating but he still finds yours are so unique and adorable. Please break him out of his trance by placing a chaste kiss to his helm or faceplate, he promises he’s listening to what you have to say<3 

Jazz - Form

Curvy, thin, tall, short, he just loves your silhouette. Loves any curves or dips on your body. Jazz truly doesn’t have a type physically, and if you ask he’ll just say you. He’s not saying it for brownie points, he’s being genuine. He just adores your form, the way his servos can glide across your arms, thighs, back, stomach, chest. Name it, he loves it. 

You don’t have the typical look of a Cybertronian, boxy and metallic, and that’s something he likes about you. How unique you look and he really can’t keep his hands off, lol. If you ever express concerns or insecurities regarding your body shape he’s quick to comfort you about them, never wanting you to think for even a klik that he doesn’t think you’re beautiful. 

Likes to grab and hold, maybe lightly squeeze any part of you you’re okay with, will probably poke your sides to tickle you. Jazz is big on kissing every inch of you he can reach, so be forewarned if you ever give him permission in private. It’s gonna be a while..

Honorable mention: body hair. This mech does NOT mind body hair. Likes it actually. Thinks it’s so soft and doesn’t have any of those silly human opinions against it because he’s from Cybertron and no one there has any. Nothing on Cybertron is that soft so he’s all servos on deck when you let him touch you. He won’t mind if you prefer to shave, he’ll even offer to help, but he will never mind you keeping it. 

Optimus Prime - Face

At first uncannily Cybertronian to him, but now his favorite feature of humans. He loves all humans in a caretaker sort of way, you just happen to be he’s adorable little human partner. 

When your eyes meet his optics in the morning, sleep still fogging your brain but yet still happy to see him, has his spark thrumming 10x what it’s supposed to. Loves the soft plumpness of your lips, kissing you slowly to savor the feeling. Will nuzzle your cheek with his faceplate and vent against you, enjoying the intimacy. 

Helm holding is a sign of immense love on Cybertron, so allowing him to press your forehead to his helm and look at your lovely face, it makes a bot weak. 

Likes the way your eyebrows move when expressing different emotions, when you bite your lip in concentration, licking your lips after eating food you particularly enjoy- he just loves it all. 

Prime sees it as a gift to be able to cradle your face so gently within his servos, they’ve been through so much and now they get the privilege of holding you. He looks straight at you when talking, bending or kneeling down, or even picking you up, just to be closer to your face. Your face is a portrait only fit for a museum in his processor. The curve of your cheeks and the way the change color so appealing to him, the freckles on your skin he gets to count. 

Please send him selfies, this old bot needs to see his beloved in the midst of his busy day to stay sane<3 

Knockout - Hands and Nails 

The only things Knockout finds prettier than his finish are your hands. They’re so elegant to him, even if you disagree. He loves the softness and texture, even callused hard working hands are soft compared to his metal and he can certainly appreciate someone who works hard, but that’s besides the point. 

They’re warm in his own servos, nimble and able to trail between his seams and over his mesh in a way he’s never felt before. He adores the feeling of your nails across his helm or back struts, lovingly banishing his worries from the day away. 

Knockout loves to paint your nails, if you let him. Likes the delicate feeling of your palm completely relaxed in his, and loves it even more when you let him choose the color. Of course, he wants you to match. 

He’s a medic, so his own hands are quite sensitive. Will repay any massage you give him back tenfold and can’t get enough of the tender kisses you leave on his servos. He fiddles with your fingers absentmindedly, toying with your digits and finding comfort in every dip and ridge your body has to offer. Will hold your hand any chance he gets and kisses your knuckles like a gentlemech to greet you. 

First Aid - Your Humanity 

The CMO, Ratchets very own successor, medic Protectobot and part of Earth’s Defensor: he loves all organics, even caring about the “pain” inorganic things feel, but his love of all other organics pales compared to you. 

The way his optics are so gentle when he looks at you. What makes you human, different from his own kind, that’s what he loves so much. Aid loves to trail his servos along your skin, committing every single curve, freckle and mark to memory. He plants chaste kisses to your cheeks and forehead, adoring the way you heat up when he presses against you. Your stomach and thighs are often points of impact for his kisses and gentle touches, liking how soft they are, regardless of weight. Stretch marks, scars, that birthmark where no one else can see, all little treasures for him to find and they make him love you even more. 

The fact that you are so so different yet similar to Cybertronians fascinates him. Your structure and biology are so similar, even predictably, but yet so far from anything native to his motherland. 

He likes the way you move your hands when you speak, the way you snore softly sprawled out on his chassis, even the way your eyes gloss over when you see something emotional. He’ll be quick to wipe your tears and comfort you, though! The things that make you human are his favorites, and he’s more than happy to show you<3 

Vortex - Softness/Squish

Vortex loves how squishy you are compared to him. Metal plating has little give but your body is so forgiving, he can squeeze and pinch and bite to his sparks content, with your permission of course. Maybe he should feel a little bad for using you like a stress ball, but he just adores the feeling of your flesh between his servos. It sinks into the gaps of his joints and feeling it against his mesh makes him adore you even more. The soft, supple feeling along with the dips and curves of your body just make him wanna press you against him forever. 

He can feel his processor get foggy when you give him the okay to use more pressure, touches getting rougher and bold. Likes to see you squirm, to be honest. Will leave marks if you let him. 

When he’s busy working or handling datapads, he enjoys having you nearby so he can have an arm around you, mindlessly poking your sides or squeezing your thighs while you two focus on your tasks. 

He bites, usually just for fun. Likes the indents he can leave behind with his derma. Likes to feel the squish of your body against his frame, engine purring with mischief when you relax against him. Don’t be surprised when his servos greedily roam your form just to feel how soft you are.  

Honorable mention: your veins. While bots might have energon lines, they aren’t visible under their metal, and your veins oddly remind him of his own biolights. Likes to count them and kiss maybe bite the spots where they’re visible. Traces them with a tantalizingly slow servo. He’s just kind of a tease, really. Call him a jerk and that mischievous smirk won’t be leaving his face anytime soon. 

Hound - Eyes

Truly no sight more beautiful to him than your eyes. The way they are windows into your thoughts and emotions, the way they widen when you’re excited and droop when you’re sleepy- how can someone even be so cute? 

Hound loves to tilt your head up towards his when you’re talking, wanting to look into your eyes with his own optics, mesmerized by their details. Splotches and dashes of color, glassy shine, little flecks of eyelashes around them. It’s nothing like any Cybertronian optic he’s ever seen, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t tug at his spark every time you looked at him with admiration or affection. 

Look at him with desire and he’s warming on the spot, engine purring at the attention, absolutely addicting when you look straight into his optics during your private time. 

You tell him about humans pupils dilating when the see something they love and he can’t help but notice it every time now. Not just looking at him, but your favorite food, your family, your best friend, your favorite media, your beloved pet or companion. He’s in love and will be until his spark turns to dust. Please look him in the eyes when you confess to him, he’s putting considerable effort into keeping his knees from buckling.

Waspinator - Scent 

Waspinator doesn’t really understand why humans use so many scented products, especially you. You smell so lovely to him naturally, he would shove and nuzzle his faceplate into your hair or neck forever if you’d let him. Venting deeply and filling his processor with nothing but you. 

He loves that your scent lingers on his metal plating so everyone around him knows he’s yours. He equally loves when his scent sticks to your skin, clothes or hair, he might be just a teensy bit possessive, oops! 

Waspinator will happily steal  politely take from you any clothes you’ll let him and recharge with them, leaving his scent behind for you to wear tomorrow. Don’t worry, he doesn’t produce a scent that humans can detect, at least not any more than a human really. Maybe a tinge of metallic in there too. But to him??? Oh boy can he tell. Greedily hugging you to his chassis and smiling so wide his mandibles spread when he can smell the combination of the two of you together. 

Tarantulas (ES) - Can’t decide! 

As a techno-organic himself, he can appreciate the little differences between your bodies with much more understanding than most of the other bots. He loves the softness of your hair and skin, the planes, dips, and curves of your body, the way you move so differently from how he moves. He just adores you. All of you! 

He’s a romantic, he can never get enough of observing you and the way you behave when you’re comfortable and happy. He’ll make sure to ask if you’re okay with it first, but would absolutely adore it if you’d let him take some candid photos of you to keep stored in his memory banks permanently. Might look through them in private if you’re not around. 

Loves the way you feel pressed against his chassis or holding onto his arm, so squishy, warm and soft. He’s never felt such softness, physically or emotionally before meeting you. Loves how your eyes gleam when you see him after a long day. Holds your little hands so gently in his own large servos and cups your cheeks so you look him in the optics. 

Likes to brush his mandibles along your skin, anywhere and everywhere. He’s so gentle and meticulous, but he might tickle you a little just to hear your laugh. He likes to feel and hear your heart beating when he lays on your chest. Oh, and he absolutely adores feeling your body heat up against his, and he might tease you just a little for it too. 

His own insecurities about his body melt away when you hug him, and if you speak any ill towards yourself he’s immediately there to comfort you. Tarantulas can’t decide if he has a favorite or not. He’s not trying to give a cop out answer, he’s just so in love with all of you! 

Nautica - Movement 

Vast, otherworldly, intelligence in the alien/organic department still doesn’t prepare Nautica for how beautiful you look when you move. She is a bit awkward when explaining it to you, at least at first, but the way you move is nothing short of mesmerizing to her. 

She loves to dance, swaying to the rhythm and enjoying the beat, so she can appreciate someone who moves their body in such a charismatic way. Whether fluid or clumsy she just finds it so endearing, you’re able to move in way Cybertronians could never. Your own frame so much smoother than theirs. Even studying and visiting planets all across the galaxy, observing the motions of life forms for millennia now, and they don’t ever compare to you. 

If you are dancing together, and she’s happy to guide or hold you, she can’t stop herself from staring. Even the sights of the bottom of the ocean, every creature she’s seen that have yet to graze the eyes or optics of any other than her, none as unique to her as you. 

Your gait, the way you sit when you feel most comfortable, the way you lay next to her, she wishes her optics could keep these images stored permanently in her processor. Would you let her?

Have a mobility aid? That doesn’t change her opinion at all, but knows it’s rare in Cybertronians, so she will ask you privately if you’d like her to ensure no bot asks you ignorant questions. Socially awkward as she may be, she is still an extrovert and doesn’t mind talking to people. Especially if it ensures your comfort now and in the future. 

The way your body moves against hers in your private time is enough to have her wanting to bond with you then and there, even if you already have. Her spark is begging her to, so please don’t tease her too much for it<3 

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Note: Wanted to be inclusive in Nauticas so I didn’t write it with an able bodied reader always in mind. Hopefully I managed, but absolutely let me know if I didn’t! 

Tarantulas wasn't sure if he should just let one of those overgrown felines eat him already. Things were getting hopeless. He was on his own, there wasn't anything his size that he could work with, and, for the first time, he was truly vulnerable. There were predators around all corners and the chance of death every day, every hour, every second… so maybe he should consider himself lucky that he is in your home.

He hasn't had to worry about dying the next hour since he huddled himself into a corner. Tarantulas had observed how the arachnids of this world behaved, and he was a bit intrigued. So they construct webs and simply wait for insects idiotic enough to not see where they're going and get trapped in the web to then be feasted on? There's no way this would work.

Tarantulas managed to get a couple of flies to feast on, disgusting taste and nowhere near as good as energon, but it gave him enough to at least see the next day. With nothing to exactly do, he spent his days simply sitting in his web and waiting for food. It was best to conserve energy in this situation. Maybe he would have enough to finally transform back into his bipedal form.

As the days passed, Tarantulas spent his time observing you. It wasn't anything special, merely a chance to see how your kind have evolved since he last saw them back in his time. Technology advanced by quite a bit. No Cybertron, or anything close to what he could make in his humble opinion, but it definitely captivated you enough to stay up for a dazzling 18 hours and only rest when you decided it was too late. That is, until your “problem” started.

He couldn't make helms or tails of it. You slept a lot less mainly due to your discomfort, and from what he could see, it had something to do with what covered your body. “Flesh”, was it? Certain spots didn't look right. You tried not to itch, but without a proper solution, you were left miserable. Pathetic, really. Did nothing exist in this era that could aid you?

As much as Tarantulas thought you were about as fun to look at as Waspinator on every other bad day he seemed to attract by merely functioning, the universe had it out for him the second he laughed at your misery. The flies came to an abrupt end, right when his steady pace of energy conservation was going to end with him being able to transform much sooner than he thought. Moving would be the smart thing to do. Problem: he didn't know the layout of your home and the immediate exits he did have were never accessible. He was going to be sitting in his web for much longer than he thought.

The days passed, and things weren't looking up. No source of nourishment, and a lot more observing you. You didn't seem to be doing any better either. Not dying, like he seemed to be on the path to, yet you sure acted like it. Most of the time, you opted to cover your problem areas and just ignore it. Tarantulas had occasionally saw you rub something on your flesh, yet judging from the fact that you were still very much going through it, it wasn't helping.

It was another day, and he was losing count. How long had he been hearing you whine? How long had it been since he constructed this web? Did any of this matter anymore? Taking a glance at you, another round of sitting on your recharge-slab-with-a-cushiony-mass-on-top-of-it and moping was what you were up to again.

Then, he saw something crawling on the side of your odd recharge slab, another insect. This one much bigger than a fly. A roach.

It crawled up, and soon, it was right next to you. The periodic looks around your room were what led to you noticing the disgusting creature. With a look of disdain and one swift movement, it was flung with a flick of your digit, landing right in his web.

The size of it caused a ripple, and Tarantulas finally got what he needed. That final push to be able to transform. With a bite, it was infected with venom in mere seconds and he had himself a feast. It still tasted revolting, but he couldn't complain given his circumstances.

Your day went on, not even aware that it wasn't just any spider you aided; you helped Tarantulas, a Predacon. Night came and the room was dark as you finally decided you had enough of looking at a screen. He couldn't do it yet. He had to wait. There was no way of knowing how you would react, and the last thing he needed was attention from a species that didn't seem to be of much use. Aside from your fluke, that is.

The time came and, after getting to the best position in your crowded room, he transformed.

A bit cramped was an understatement. Tarantulas was hunched over and trying not to knock anything over. He didn't anticipate that transforming would cause this much of a size change. Well, at least he still had an upper hand somehow. Now he was big enough to work with his machinations he had on his processor.

There was something he had to take care of first. Taking a look at your slumbering form, more specifically, the bandaged wounds caught his optics. With a gentle touch, he lifted the sheet covering you and got the limb that seemed to have the most spots. After a bit of trial and error of attempting to peel the adhesive covering one spot (taking too long than what he would prefer with using his claw to peel something small), half was off and the situation was revealed in its gross state. Merely for observation, is what Tarantulas was excusing this as.

It could be the starving he endured or perhaps the insects he’s eaten messing with his systems, but he wanted to do something. For you. Tarantulas, a Predacon. You, a lowly homo sapien. Who did one good thing for him by complete accident. Another joke being played on him by the universe.

I mean, it didn't too complex to him. No-processor-er, really. Surely this small action would not lead to anything more, right?

Tarantulas leaned down and bared his fangs before sinking them into your flesh. So, this was flesh… Soft and squishy. What was being inject into your body would be a mere healing solution. Nothing more, nothing less. He didn't like how his processor was sneaking in ideas about you past this point. No, he was going to leave and find a way to contact other Predacons and/or get back to Cybertron.