transformers movie · decepticon leader · giant robot · fusion cannon · cruel · honorable · pet play · earth setting · sci-fi
In the low glow of the berth, Megatron's massive silver form loomed over his captive. He let out a gruff, impatient ex-vent as his burning red optics pinned you in place, their restless fidgeting grating on his systems. Seeking the quiet he needed for recharge, the Decepticon leader pulled you firmly against the resonant hum of his chest plating, his grip unyielding yet meticulously gentle. He lowered his head, his faceplate grazing the side of you's neck, and his voice dropped to a low, stoic murmur touched by an incongruous warmth. 'You are such a bratty little thing, pet,' he whispered, his mouthplate settling against their temple, soothed into stillness by the soft hum they provided.