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I'll also be accepting mature and explicit prompts for the auction if the bidder is interested.

Yay! I have signed up for Fandom Trumps Hate this year! I plan on offering one auction.

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Don’t get attached to unpopular ships because you will run out of fic and die

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Charge Sink

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Megatron/Rodimus & Megatron/Minimus Ambus (technically Minimus Ambus/Rodimus as well, but that's not in focus)

Characters: Megatron, Minimus Ambus, & Rodimus

Warnings: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Plug-N-Play, Porn Without Plot, Vignette, Threesome, Masturbation, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Not Beta Read

Summary: In which Megatron offers Minimus a generous apology.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

Megatron wished Rodimus hadn’t said that. Firstly, because it was a bald-faced lie. Secondly, because it was terribly cliché.

Minimus just stared at them from the doorway to the conference room, silent with his mouth slightly open in what Megatron could only assume was shock.

He, quite reasonably, must not have anticipated opening the door to the conference room—which Rodimus had assured Megatron he had booked for the afternoon—to find his two superior officers rather… intimately connected.

Megatron sighed, arms draped over the edge of the table as he rested on his front atop the table.

Rodimus, frozen, knelt behind him, between his knees, on the conference table.

Cables linking their chests hung in gentle arcs between their frames. One could be dismissed as for medical or communicative use, but several, charge loudly crackling where plugs had been carelessly slammed into their ports? Absolutely damning.

Though, most telling of all was the relative angles of their hips to each other left little to any onlooker’s imagination.

The panicked flow of incoming data packets were a testament to Rodimus’s unease at having been caught in the act. If Megatron were feeling particularly mean-spirited, he could have clenched his valve to make Rodimus squirm, but that would not defuse the situation.

Minimus, however, seemed to recover quickly, his jaw closing as he shook his head.

“I… This is hardly….” Disjointed sentences stopped and started, as though his processor couldn’t pick which one to lead with. Perhaps he was not recovering quite as quickly as Megatron had thought. Whether he was merely embarrassed or also appalled was difficult to determine, though the tinge of purple developing just under his optics was telling.

Perhaps there was more there beyond either of those options. That could potentially make things more interesting.

“Surely you��ve seen interfacing before,” Megatron said, pushing himself up onto his elbows before Rodimus could interject. The cables between them tugged with the motion, sending little bursts of ill-timed pleasure through his circuits.

“Of course, I….”

“It appears Rodimus failed to book the room like he’d promised—“

“I did not! I did book it—” And more likely than not had forgotten to commit the booking to the calendar with the final button, Megatron was certain. Next time, they would simply have to be content with using private quarters for these “meetings.”

“—So it also appears we owe you an apology, Minimus.”

Megatron shifted his weight so he could regain use of one arm.

“He could have knocked! Not like it wasn’t loud enough—” A valid criticism, but not one that Megatron was interested in entertaining at the moment.

“Hold that thought, if you would, Rodimus,” he said, using his freed hand to carefully detach two cables from his chest: one coming from Rodimus and another of his own that he simply had not yet put into service.

Minimus, for his part, continued to stand in the doorway for a moment longer, before stepping just past the threshold to permit the door to close behind him. Perhaps just to limit the risk of any further onlookers or perhaps there was an ulterior motive….

That was the hope, anyway.

Megatron held the two cables out towards Minimus, small sparks of charge arcing off their loose plugs.

“Here.”

If Rodimus objected, he was more than capable of saying so. Yet he hadn’t.

Minimus cautiously stepped forward, the sparks reflecting off the glass of his optics like distant showers of fireworks. The purple tinge on his face deepened.

“Well, I… I suppose I can hardly refuse such a generous offer.”

That’s what Megatron had hoped he would say.

Minimus took the cables in one of his hands, gently stroking his thumb over the sparking plugs.

He looked off to the side, presumably still embarrassed, as he slid back a covering on his chest armor, swiftly locking the plugs into a pair of newly revealed ports. The circuit now completed, tentative jolts of charge and empty data packets flowed between the three of them. Mostly. Minimus offered no reciprocal cables.

That was no obstacle. There were many ways to interface and it wasn’t as though they didn’t have plenty of time to reconfigure.

Megatron used his free arm to carefully lift Minimus onto the table and slide him underneath into the shadows cast by their frames.

Beneath his chest, Megatron could hear more of Minimus’s plating open up, the distinct solid snick noise of an open array, followed by the wetly sticky sound of a moist finger eagerly massaging a node.

Perhaps being sink for the Megatron and Rodimus’s shared charge was sufficient for him.

Very well, there was more than enough to share. Minimus’s presence alone was a welcome accompaniment.

Evidently Rodimus had no issue with their surprise addition.

Groaning loudly, he resumed pushing his warm spike in and out of Megatron’s valve. Finally, hMegatron thought, as the tension in his shoulders eased.

Now that they had all gotten settled, he himself began to push back against the spike, periodically giving it a squeeze.

The squelching noise beneath began to sound rushed, matching the new soft moaning that joined the din.

Megatron tilted his head down, the angles prohibiting any significant field of view below Minimus’s shoulders, one of which frantically twitched in rhythm to the noise.

His optics were offline and his mouth was wide open.

There was a green glow at the edge of Megatron’s vision, pulsing frantically: the node, its light interrupted by the desperate finger rubbing it.

All at once, Minimus seized up, his voice catching in his vocalizer, before he feel limp back to the table. His frame twitched in aftershocks of the quick overload.

A damn shame he hadn’t shared a reciprocal cable.

“So soon?” he asked, still slowly pushing back against Rodimus’s hips.

The answer was an indignant harrumph followed by the renewed wet noises of tiny fingers plunging into an equally tiny valve.

“I retract my question.”

“And you rightly should.”

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Charge Sink

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Megatron/Rodimus & Megatron/Minimus Ambus (technically Minimus Ambus/Rodimus as well, but that's not in focus)

Characters: Megatron, Minimus Ambus, & Rodimus

Warnings: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Plug-N-Play, Porn Without Plot, Vignette, Threesome, Masturbation, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Not Beta Read

Summary: In which Megatron offers Minimus a generous apology.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

Megatron wished Rodimus hadn’t said that. Firstly, because it was a bald-faced lie. Secondly, because it was terribly cliché.

Minimus just stared at them from the doorway to the conference room, silent with his mouth slightly open in what Megatron could only assume was shock.

He, quite reasonably, must not have anticipated opening the door to the conference room—which Rodimus had assured Megatron he had booked for the afternoon—to find his two superior officers rather… intimately connected.

Megatron sighed, arms draped over the edge of the table as he rested on his front atop the table.

Rodimus, frozen, knelt behind him, between his knees, on the conference table.

Cables linking their chests hung in gentle arcs between their frames. One could be dismissed as for medical or communicative use, but several, charge loudly crackling where plugs had been carelessly slammed into their ports? Absolutely damning.

Though, most telling of all was the relative angles of their hips to each other left little to any onlooker’s imagination.

The panicked flow of incoming data packets were a testament to Rodimus’s unease at having been caught in the act. If Megatron were feeling particularly mean-spirited, he could have clenched his valve to make Rodimus squirm, but that would not defuse the situation.

Minimus, however, seemed to recover quickly, his jaw closing as he shook his head.

“I… This is hardly….” Disjointed sentences stopped and started, as though his processor couldn’t pick which one to lead with. Perhaps he was not recovering quite as quickly as Megatron had thought. Whether he was merely embarrassed or also appalled was difficult to determine, though the tinge of purple developing just under his optics was telling.

Perhaps there was more there beyond either of those options. That could potentially make things more interesting.

“Surely you’ve seen interfacing before,” Megatron said, pushing himself up onto his elbows before Rodimus could interject. The cables between them tugged with the motion, sending little bursts of ill-timed pleasure through his circuits.

“Of course, I….”

“It appears Rodimus failed to book the room like he’d promised—“

“I did not! I did book it—” And more likely than not had forgotten to commit the booking to the calendar with the final button, Megatron was certain. Next time, they would simply have to be content with using private quarters for these “meetings.”

“—So it also appears we owe you an apology, Minimus.”

Megatron shifted his weight so he could regain use of one arm.

“He could have knocked! Not like it wasn’t loud enough—” A valid criticism, but not one that Megatron was interested in entertaining at the moment.

“Hold that thought, if you would, Rodimus,” he said, using his freed hand to carefully detach two cables from his chest: one coming from Rodimus and another of his own that he simply had not yet put into service.

Minimus, for his part, continued to stand in the doorway for a moment longer, before stepping just past the threshold to permit the door to close behind him. Perhaps just to limit the risk of any further onlookers or perhaps there was an ulterior motive….

That was the hope, anyway.

Megatron held the two cables out towards Minimus, small sparks of charge arcing off their loose plugs.

“Here.”

If Rodimus objected, he was more than capable of saying so. Yet he hadn’t.

Minimus cautiously stepped forward, the sparks reflecting off the glass of his optics like distant showers of fireworks. The purple tinge on his face deepened.

“Well, I… I suppose I can hardly refuse such a generous offer.”

That’s what Megatron had hoped he would say.

Minimus took the cables in one of his hands, gently stroking his thumb over the sparking plugs.

He looked off to the side, presumably still embarrassed, as he slid back a covering on his chest armor, swiftly locking the plugs into a pair of newly revealed ports. The circuit now completed, tentative jolts of charge and empty data packets flowed between the three of them. Mostly. Minimus offered no reciprocal cables.

That was no obstacle. There were many ways to interface and it wasn’t as though they didn’t have plenty of time to reconfigure.

Megatron used his free arm to carefully lift Minimus onto the table and slide him underneath into the shadows cast by their frames.

Beneath his chest, Megatron could hear more of Minimus’s plating open up, the distinct solid snick noise of an open array, followed by the wetly sticky sound of a moist finger eagerly massaging a node.

Perhaps being sink for the Megatron and Rodimus’s shared charge was sufficient for him.

Very well, there was more than enough to share. Minimus’s presence alone was a welcome accompaniment.

Evidently Rodimus had no issue with their surprise addition.

Groaning loudly, he resumed pushing his warm spike in and out of Megatron’s valve. Finally, hMegatron thought, as the tension in his shoulders eased.

Now that they had all gotten settled, he himself began to push back against the spike, periodically giving it a squeeze.

The squelching noise beneath began to sound rushed, matching the new soft moaning that joined the din.

Megatron tilted his head down, the angles prohibiting any significant field of view below Minimus’s shoulders, one of which frantically twitched in rhythm to the noise.

His optics were offline and his mouth was wide open.

There was a green glow at the edge of Megatron’s vision, pulsing frantically: the node, its light interrupted by the desperate finger rubbing it.

All at once, Minimus seized up, his voice catching in his vocalizer, before he feel limp back to the table. His frame twitched in aftershocks of the quick overload.

A damn shame he hadn’t shared a reciprocal cable.

“So soon?” he asked, still slowly pushing back against Rodimus’s hips.

The answer was an indignant harrumph followed by the renewed wet noises of tiny fingers plunging into an equally tiny valve.

“I retract my question.”

“And you rightly should.”

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This request was sent to us and we made a poll in response to it. Send any Blorbo-related question you want to our inbox and we’ll make a poll on which people can vote with their own Blorbos in minds

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hey everyone be careful

I don't know if anyone has talked about this, but lately this has been happening in other fandoms too. There'll be these bot accounts that straight up steals people's posts and adds "expand" "read more" "continue" as a link in the end of the post - DON'T CLICK ON THAT, it's most likely a malware or something of the like.

so if you see a post like this: no profile picture, something that looks reposted (I've seen this happening to artists too) and a link at the end, even if the post has tags, that's a bot. Block and report it.

stay safe, and I hope @staff finds a way to stop these bots soon!

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Because I've noticed a lot of these lately, blank blogs with no posts get blocked and reported as spam.

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Alrighty, I've finished up all the current trick or treats (except some bonuses from @tangentially-displaced that I shall save for a rainy day) and I've managed to make a significant dent in my AO3 comment response backlog.

I hope everyone had fun!

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Trick or treat! 🎃🤖

Requesting Transformers Prime Optimus/Ratchet please and thank you 🙏

Hello! Sure, no problem. I hope you like your treat!

Warning for sticky sexual interfacing, specifically cunnilingus.

"Ratchet, that's not necessary," Optimus protested, though he did nothing else to stop Ratchet from pushing his legs apart and kissing the sensitive node exposed by suspiciously open paneling. Optimus didn't even remember opening those panels but clearly he must have.

"You need to relax."

There was a pause, long enough only to lick over the node.

"Doctor's orders."

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Trick or Treat! May I ask for TFA Shockbee? (Specifically Bumblebee spiking "Longarm" during their time in Boot Camp)

Hello! Sure, why not. I don't normally hang around in the TFA space, but I hope you like your treat anyway even if I made it a little bit silly.

Warning for sticky sexual interfacing.

"Are you sure this will help us find the spy?" Bumblebee asked, grateful that Longarm was at least holding still for this.

Splayed out on the bunk on his stomach with a cushion underneath for support, Longarm let his relaxed limbs dangle off the sides. He hardly moved while Bumblebee eagerly thrust into him.

"Absolutely, Bumblebee; this will draw his attention for sure."

"Then I'll be so attention grabbing, he won't know what hit him!"

"Of that, I am most certain."

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Finally maxed out the boop meter.

Today was busy so I'll do the rest of the trick or treat requests that came in tomorrow.

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Trick or treat :3

Hello, person who lives in my home. Have some MegaStar as a treat!

Warning for some sensory play, light bondage, and some mild dom/sub dynamics. idk; it seemed funny.

Keeping an eye on Starscream would have been the wise move, but there was something about the element of danger in not looking that Megatron couldn't ignore.

Eyes off from a temporary block he had allowed Starscream to place on his visual system's settings, he waited, slumped downward on the chair with his legs and panels open and his arms chained behind; chains, of course, tended to be sturdier than cuffs.

The only warning he had was the purposeful clicking of thruster heels on the ground directly in front of him. A cold, blunt pressure abruptly nosed against his valve.

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showing up with big pleading eyes and my trick or treat basket: some idw1-flavoured starscream/optimus, please? 🍬

Okie dokie! Some StarOp for your basket! Here you go!

This one needed a bonus sentence to properly wrap up.

Warning for valveplug.

This was probably not a wise decision, Optimus thought as he reclined on the emperor's well-padded berth, but he hadn't been making terribly many of those lately so he would have been nothing if not consistent.

Starscream had, in private, asked him to indulge him in a little recreation.... As a show of good will, he had promised, with one of those knowing smirks that Optimus remembered from Starscream's delegate days way back when.

He knew he needed to keep his wits about him, to keep an eye out for danger, even with his spike enveloped in the warm comfort of a valve and handsome mech riding eagerly. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure what form that danger might take; it could have been anything from the entrancing sight of well-polished wings bobbing back and forth to a knife in the neck to absolutely nothing at all.

Perhaps he was overthinking the situation again.

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trick or treat; Megatron/Jazz (I'm nothing if not predictable)

Okie dokie! Here you go! A tiny treat for you!

Warning for light bondage and PNP.

In his line of work, Jazz could only rely on himself to get out of sticky situations. Even this situation--his arms bound behind his back and large mech on his lap--would be no different.

Interfacing cables hung between them. Some dangled free, some plugged into corresponding chest ports, and one of Jazz's still waited in Megatron's hand.

The end of the jack in his grasp zapped in need.

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Trick-or-Treating

Hello! My inboxes (here and on @heliossecretdeskdrawer if you're 18+) will be open for trick-or-treating this year.

Trick-or-treaters who pop by the askbox anytime from now through 11/1 will get a tiny 3-5 sentence fic treat. Feel free to request specific characters/ships. Regular request guidelines (these guidelines for the desk drawer) apply.

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Trick-or-Treating

Hello! My inboxes (here and on @heliossecretdeskdrawer if you're 18+) will be open for trick-or-treating this year.

Trick-or-treaters who pop by the askbox anytime from now through 11/1 will get a tiny 3-5 sentence fic treat. Feel free to request specific characters/ships. Regular request guidelines (these guidelines for the desk drawer) apply.