Transformers headcannons/bloopers/oneshots (CLOSED)

Magnus x Optimus (Omegaverse)

Prompts:
"Alpha! Alpha please! It hurts!"
Magnus using collar and leash on Optimus.
"Make that noise again"
Magnus makes Optimus overload more than their limit.
(Bonus)
Magnus talking to a friend on a call while Optimus is desperate for attention.

Warning: this could be taken as dubcon, read at your own risk
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Optimus cried out, his frame writhing in pain as he struggled against the restraints. "Alpha! Alpha please! It hurts!" he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. Magnus just smiled, his grip tightening on the collar and leash as he watched his omega struggle. "Shh, my little pet," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "It's supposed to hurt. That's the whole point." Optimus whimpered, his frame trembling with need as Magnus continued to toy with him. He knew he should be enjoying this, should be reveling in the pain and pleasure, but it was too much. The restraints were too tight, the collar too constricting, and all he could think about was how badly he needed release. And then, finally, Magnus relented, releasing him from the restraints and the collar. Optimus collapsed onto the berth, his body still buzzing with need. Magnus stood over him, a smirk on his face as he watched his omega struggle to catch his breath. "You're so needy, Optimus," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I suppose that's what makes you so much fun to play with." Optimus just groaned, his body still trembling with pleasure as Magnus stroked his frame. He wanted to protest, to tell Magnus that he was pushing him too far, but he couldn't find the words. All he could do was moan and writhe beneath Magnus' touch, desperate for more. "Make that noise again," Magnus said suddenly, his voice low and commanding. "The one you made when I hurt you." Optimus hesitated, unsure if he could take any more pain. But then Magnus leaned in, his derma brushing against Optimus' audio receptors, and he knew he had no choice. He arched his back, letting out a strangled cry as Magnus dug his digits into his armor. Magnus just chuckled, continuing to toy with him until finally, finally, he let him go. Optimus curled up and whimpered, but Magnus wasn't done with him yet. He reached for his spike, stroking it slowly as he watched Optimus squirm beneath him. "You know what I want next," he said, his voice low and commanding. Optimus whined and made his ache riddled frame sit up , knowing what was expected of him. He wrapped his glossa around Magnus' spike, sucking and licking eagerly as Magnus groaned above him. Magnus thrust his spike deeper into Optimus' mouth, making him gag and choke, but he didn't stop. He wanted to please his alpha, to give him everything he wanted. And then, suddenly, Magnus pulled away, leaving Optimus gasping for air. "Good boy," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I think it's time for something a little more intense." Optimus didn't know what he meant until he felt Magnus' spike press against his valve, slick and hot and insistent. He tried to protest, to tell Magnus that he couldn't take any more, but Magnus just laughed and pushed his spike inside. Optimus cried out, his frame shaking with pain and pleasure as Magnus began to move inside him. It hurt, oh Primus it hurt, but it also felt so good. He could feel his spike straining against his armor, desperate for release. And then, suddenly, it was over. Magnus made him overload, making him overload more than his limit, and Optimus cried out, his body shaking with pleasure and need. He collapsed onto the berth, panting and spent, his body aching with pleasure. Magnus just smiled, stroking his frame as he watched him come down from his high. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "So desperate for my attention." And all Optimus could do was whimper, his body still buzzing with need as Magnus continued to play with him.

After a while, on a call with a friend, Magnus watched as Optimus squirmed and whimpered beneath him, desperate for attention. He grinned, leaning down to whisper in Optimus' audio receptors. "You're such a whore," he murmured, loving the way Optimus shuddered beneath him. "But I suppose that's why I love you."Magnus' friend on the call could hear Optimus' whimpers and moans in the background, and he couldn't resist asking about it. "What's going on over there?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity. Magnus just laughed, his fingers trailing over Optimus' frame as he watched him squirm. "Nothing much," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Just playing with my little pet." His friend chuckled, but there was a hint of concern in his voice. "Is he okay?" he asked, his tone serious. Magnus just rolled his optics, his grip tightening on Optimus' frame. "Of course he's okay," he said, his voice low and commanding. "He loves this. He craves it." And Optimus did, in a way. He loved the way Magnus made him feel, loved the pain and pleasure and need that Magnus could evoke in him. But he also knew that it was dangerous, that Magnus could push him too far, and he didn't know how to stop it. Magnus' friend didn't seem convinced, but he didn't press the issue. Instead, he changed the subject, and Magnus continued to talk to him while he toyed with Optimus. And all Optimus could do was whimper and moan, lost in a haze of pleasure and need. He knew that what they were doing was wrong, that it could hurt him in the end, but he couldn't resist Magnus' touch, couldn't resist the way he made him feel. It was a dangerous game they were playing, but neither of them seemed to care. They were lost in their own pleasure, lost in the moment, and nothing else mattered. But as Magnus continued to play with him, Optimus couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He knew that he was pushing himself too far, that he was giving too much of himself to Magnus, but he couldn't stop. He was addicted to the pain and pleasure, addicted to Magnus' touch. And then, suddenly, Magnus stopped. He looked down at Optimus, his expression unreadable. "I'm done for now," he said, his voice low and serious. "You need to rest." Optimus nodded, grateful for the reprieve. He collapsed onto the berth, his body still trembling with need as Magnus stroked his frame. He knew that he needed to talk to Magnus, to tell him that he was pushing him too far, but he didn't know how. Magnus seemed to sense his unease, and he leaned down to whisper in his audio receptors. "Don't worry, my little pet," he murmured, his voice gentle. "I won't hurt you. I care about you too much for that." And for a moment, Optimus believed him. He believed that Magnus cared about him, that he wouldn't hurt him. But deep down, he knew that it was a lie. Magnus was addicted to the power he had over him, addicted to the way he could make him squirm and moan and beg. It was a dangerous game they were playing, and Optimus didn't know how to stop it.