Hello! If you’re still accepting Prompts could I request Transformers Animated Strika x Megatron x Optimus Prime please? *Digs self underneath pile of trash*

fierceawakening:

decepticonsensual:

(*peeks under pile of trash*  You’re fine!  Come on out of there and have a fic. :))

Megatron’s General towered over him almost as much as he himself did over Optimus, and yet the warlord never looked the slightest bit intimidated, lounging in Strika’s lap as if it were a throne, his wicked grin discreetly half-hidden by the glass of vintage highgrade he was sipping.  Optimus watched them from where he knelt on the floor, his head pillowed lazily against Strika’s thigh and Megatron’s fingers caressing his helm almost lovingly.

“My loyal soldier,” Megatron purred, setting Strika’s engines rumbling, “and my clever little Autobot pet.”

“I have a name,” Optimus protested, then broke off, flushing hot; Megatron’s dark, gravelly voice had made his fans kick on audibly, causing the Decepticon leader’s smile to widen even further.

“Of course you do,” he murmured as he curled a finger and tilted the Autobot’s chin up, running his thumb over those plush lips, “Optimus Prime.”

I did not know I needed this in my life and then it existed and filled a void.

entropic-introspection:

Ok you know what, I’m uploading more because I want to. Secondary part to this, ie that fic about dominance and submission as social constructs and core programming, plus Optimus Prime being Done and Tired.

Fortunately, this section is more about Decepticons and their internal heirarchy than our sad tired boy, so lets get going.

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