Transformers headcannons/bloopers/oneshots (CLOSED)

Dreadwing x Optimus (Omegaverse)

Prompts: Optimus is the conjunct endura for Dreadwing and do all the chores while Optimus plugged with a vibrator Dreadwing controls. Dreadwing call Optimus on his break just to tease Optimus by turning the vibrator up and down so he can hear my soft moans and  for him to come home and use his needy pup (omegaverse)
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Optimus sighed as he scrubbed the floors of the base, the sound of the vibrator inside him making it hard to focus. He was the conjunct endura for Dreadwing, and that meant he was responsible for all of the chores around the base. But it also meant that Dreadwing had control of the vibrator that was currently buzzing inside him. Dreadwing had called him on his break, just to tease him. Optimus was already in heat and this was just a cruel form of torture. "Please, Dreadwing," he moaned into the communicator. "I can't take it anymore." Dreadwing chuckled on the other end of the line, his voice low and seductive. "Patience, my little omega," he said. "I'll be home soon, and then I'll give you what you want." Optimus whimpered, feeling his body respond to Dreadwing's words. He wanted nothing more than to be used by his mate, to be taken by him and filled with his spike. He continued to clean, trying to focus on the task at hand, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The vibrator inside him was becoming more intense, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Optimus whined and decided who could sneak in a small overload before Dreadwing came back, he shifted to his knees and rocked his hips with a mewl of pleasure. But just as he was about to overload, Dreadwing walked in, his expression dark and commanding. "What do you think you're doing, my little omega?" he growled. Optimus froze, feeling a mix of fear and arousal. He had been caught, and he knew that there would be consequences. "I'm sorry, Dreadwing," he said, his voice soft and submissive. "I couldn't help myself." Dreadwing approached him, his hand gripping the vibrator and turning it up to maximum intensity. Optimus cried out, feeling his body shake with pleasure. "You need to learn self-control, my little omega," Dreadwing said. Optimus panted and arched clawing at the ground with a whimper, falling forward some with a cry of pleasure as the vibrator hit his sweet spot. Dreadwing chuckled, enjoying the sight of his little omega falling apart under his control. "But I suppose I can't blame you for being so needy," he said, his voice low and seductive. He knelt down behind Optimus, his servos gripping the omegas hips and rubbing them teasingly, Optimus panted and whined loudly shifting himself to arch sharply. Dreadwing rubbed Optimus' panel roughly and the Prime let it snap back letting slick and Lubricants slipping down his thighs. Dreadwing growled at the sight, feeling his own spike twitching with desire. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to be inside his little omega, to claim him and make him his own. He pulled back, ripping off his own panel and entering Optimus with one swift thrust. Optimus cried out, feeling his body stretch to accommodate his mate. Dreadwing moved inside him, hitting all the right spots and sending waves of pleasure through his body. Optimus clung to him, feeling his spark pulse with desire. He was his, completely and utterly. He belonged to Dreadwing, and he would do anything to please him. Dreadwing continued to move inside him, his pace becoming faster and more intense. He knew just how to touch Optimus, just how to make him come undone. Finally, Optimus couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out, feeling his body shake as he came hard around Dreadwing's spike. Dreadwing chuckled darkly and pulled Optimus back onto his lap stilling to let the omega calm down some from his heighten state. After a few moments, Dreadwing spoke. "You're so beautiful when you come undone," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I love seeing you fall apart under my touch." Optimus smiled, feeling a sense of pride at pleasing his mate. He leaned back against Dreadwing's chest, feeling safe and protected in his embrace. Dreadwing held him close, stroking his body gently. "You're mine, Optimus," he said. "And I'll always take care of you." Optimus nodded, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He knew that he was loved, and that he was taken care of. He belonged to Dreadwing, and that was all that mattered.