Transformers headcannons/bloopers/oneshots (CLOSED)

Dreadwing x Optimus (omegaverse)

Prompts: Dreadwing distracting Optimus while Optimus is on a phone call with someone by nibbling their ear/showering kisses on the neck area, etc.
Dreadwing fucking Optimus with blindfolds as a punishment because he ignored Dreadwing.
"Alpha...please...its to m-much.." "its alright darling omega, you can take it."
Omega (Optimus) being edged so much he's oversensitive before alpha (Dreadwing) even spikes him
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Optimus was on a phone call with one of his subordinates, trying to discuss important mission details, when Dreadwing walked in. He knew he should tell Dreadwing to leave, but the way Dreadwing was looking at him made it difficult to focus on anything else. He turned his back to his mate and continued to talk to his subordinate even when Dreadwing came up behind him and wrapped one arm around Optimus and rubbed harshly at his panel. Optimus tried to hide his reaction, but he couldn't help but let out a gasp as Dreadwing nibbled on his audial and showered kisses on his neck cables. He tried to focus on the call, but Dreadwing was making it impossible. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and ended the call, turning to face Dreadwing. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice strained. Dreadwing just grinned, his hand trailing down Optimus' frame to cup his panel. "You ignored me, omega," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And that's not something I'm willing to tolerate." And then he produced a blindfold, and Optimus knew that he was in trouble. Dreadwing backed him up to the berth making Optimus squeak and stumble backwards onto the berth . Dreadwing climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and pinning his arms above his head. "You know what happens when you disobey me, omega," he growled, his lips ghosting over Optimus' jawline. "You need to be punished." Optimus whimpered and moaned shifting slightly and obediently letting his panel snap back , exposing himself to his mate. Dreadwing's eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at Optimus, his fingers trailing over his exposed panel. "Good omega," he purred, before bending down to lick and nip at Optimus' sensitive cables. Dreadwing continued to tease and edge Optimus, bringing him close to the brink of overload before pulling back. Optimus was trembling and begging for release, but Dreadwing just chuckled darkly. "Not yet, darling," he murmured, his hands still teasing Optimus' panel. "I want to make sure you're oversensitive before I spike you." Dreadwing growled as he continued to tease Optimus relentlessly, pushing him to his limits and beyond. Optimus was moaning and writhing beneath him, his frame begging for release, but Dreadwing was determined to make him suffer. "Please, alpha," Optimus whimpered, his frame aching and oversensitive. "I can't take it anymore." But Dreadwing just chuckled, his digits still teasing at Optimus' panel. "You can take it, darling omega," he purred. "You belong to me, and I will do with you as I please." And then, finally, Dreadwing plunged himself deep inside of Optimus, causing him to cry out in ecstasy and pain. Dreadwing thrust into him relentlessly, each movement pushing Optimus closer and closer to the brink of overload. "Alpha...please...I can't take it," Optimus begged, his frame trembling with need. But Dreadwing just growled, his movements becoming even more intense. "You will take it, omega," he snarled. "You will take all of me, and you will love it." And then, finally, Optimus could take no more. He overloaded in a burst of pleasure and pain, his frame shaking and trembling beneath Dreadwing's weight. Dreadwing continued to thrust into him, riding out Optimus' orgasm until he finally came himself, filling Optimus with his hot, sticky release. Optimus cried out and sobbed from the mix of pain and pleasure, arching off the berth and whimpering loudly. Dreadwing finally pulled out of him, leaving Optimus feeling empty and drained. He removed the blindfold, and Optimus blinked up at him, still in a daze from the intense pleasure he had just experienced. "Are you satisfied, alpha?" Optimus asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Dreadwing just smirked down at him, his hand trailing over Optimus' frame. "For now, darling," he purred. "But remember, you belong to me, and I will always come first." Optimus nodded, knowing that there was no arguing with Dreadwing when he was in this mood. He just lay there, basking in the afterglow of their rough lovemaking, knowing that there would be more to come. With Dreadwing, there was always more to come. As Optimus lay there, still recovering from his intense overload, Dreadwing leaned down to kiss him softly on the derma. "You did well, my omega," he whispered, his servo stroking gently over Optimus' face. "You took everything I had to give." Optimus smiled weakly, feeling a sense of pride in himself for being able to endure such intense pleasure and pain. "Thank you, alpha," he murmured, his voice still hoarse from his cries of ecstasy. Dreadwing leaned in to kiss him again, his glossa probing gently at Optimus' demras. "You're mine, Optimus," he growled, his servo gripping tightly at Optimus' hip. "Never forget that." Optimus nodded, knowing that he belonged to Dreadwing completely. He was his mate, his alpha, and he would do anything to please him. As Dreadwing continued to kiss him, Optimus closed his optics and surrendered himself to the pleasure, knowing that there would be more punishments and rewards to come in the future. Dreadwing pulled back from the kiss, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You know, Optimus," he said, his hand trailing down Optimus' frame. "I think we need to do this more often. You were so beautiful, writhing beneath me like that." Optimus blushed, feeling a sense of embarrassment at how vulnerable he had been with Dreadwing. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the intense pleasure he had experienced. "If it pleases you, alpha," he said softly, his optics downcast. Dreadwing chuckled, his fingers tracing over Optimus' panel once again. "Oh, it pleases me, my omega," he purred. "It pleases me very much." Optimus whined when he tried to sit up and Dreadwing realized hos rough he actually was seeing the dents along Optimus' hips and lower sides. "Easy there, darling," Dreadwing said, his voice softening as he helped Optimus sit up. "I may have gotten a little carried away." He ran his fingers over the dents, feeling a pang of guilt for hurting his mate. "I'm sorry, Optimus. I didn't mean to be so rough." Optimus shook his head, his optics softening as he looked up at Dreadwing. "It's alright, alpha," he said, his voice filled with affection. "I belong to you, and I trust you." Dreadwing smiled down at him, feeling a sense of warmth fill his spark. "I love you, Optimus," he said, his fingers still tracing over the dents. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." Optimus leaned in to kiss him, his lips soft and gentle against Dreadwing's. "I love you too, alpha," he murmured. "And I know you will." He said quietly, once more trying to sit up and wincing as he did so before nuzzling Dreadwing gently with a purr. Dreadwing smiled at his mate, his spark filling with love and affection. He knew that he had pushed Optimus to his limits, but he also knew that Optimus was strong enough to handle it. He wrapped his arms around Optimus, holding him close and nuzzling into his neck cables. "You're such a good omega, Optimus," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I'm so lucky to have you." Optimus purred softly, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He knew that he had pleased Dreadwing, and that was all that mattered to him. As they lay there together in silence, Optimus knew that he was exactly where he belonged, with his alpha, his mate, his everything.