Some random things about different OCs of mine in bed:

(non-Cybertronians:)

Records:

Awkward as all heck. Extremely low libido. Interested in sex literally once a month or less. Very forward about propositioning someone he’s comfortable with, though. Tends to just walk up and say something along the lines of “I would like to have sex with you, would you be interested?” to them.

Extremely un-graceful in bed. Squirms uncontrollably, to the point that it’s best to hold his hips still, and makes very odd noises. He enjoys himself when his partner is willing to work with all that, but he’s very wriggly. It’s not much of a surprise, really, he can trip over his own shadow. For a partner who likes all the noises, it’s cute.

Doesn’t have enough coordination to top successfully, probably shouldn’t be on his front because he arches his back and will give himself a concussion against his partner’s jaw. Pretty much always ends up on his back.

Zero sex toys to his name due to that low interest. Propositions are based on convenience and who he thinks would be gentle and wouldn’t mind his squirming, not attraction. He’s not attracted to anyone.

Talon (y’all haven’t met him, big sweet bear of a person and I do mean that in the gay sense):

Very gentle. Even when asked to be rougher, very gentle. Will lightly pin a partner if asked, more than strong enough to hold them still or bounce them in his lap. Very sweet.

No real preference as far as position, no significant kinks. He’s definitely a switch. Up to at least try just about anything his partner would like, but his only real kink is something to do with slooowly removing someone’s clothes in the most sensual manner possible. He also gets a bit blushy if put in something pretty for his partner to admire.

He’s sweet, fairly attractive, and good with first impressions. Hits on people gently, just aiming for conversation at first, then moves to aiming for a night together if the person he’s talking to seems receptive. If they turn him down, that’s okay, he’ll happily still talk.

Probably about an average sex drive? Very gay. Had and enjoyed sex with a woman in college (he was curious) but is only physically attracted to men. Has some supplies in the nightstand, including plenty of lube and a few relatively basic toys.

Scalpel:

Tops. Always tops. Maybe, maybe can be coaxed into a neutral position by a trusted partner while in the right mood, but tops about 98% of the time. Prone to dominatrix-tinted play, usually gentle about it, doesn’t try anything rough without clear permission. Likely to leave fingernail scratches. Entirely happy to play fairly rough with a partner, but not into actual painplay or anything that causes damage. Can also do a very nice gentle-but-firm-dom thing for if she has enough time and wants someone deep in subspace. Very good about aftercare, about 95% guaranteed to cling to and snuggle a partner after.

Technically straight? Only physically attracted to men, but entirely willing to have sex with women who are interested. May offer a strap-on due to being “more in the mood for dick tonight”, but has no significant preference between sets of genitalia.

When she’s intentionally looking for someone to hit on, she tends to go to a bar, be clearly sexy and open, and see who hits on her. If she gets a good vibe off of them, she flirts back. Semi-frequently shoos/scares a creep away from someone else and ends up talking to them.

Fairly extensive sex toy collection. Relatively high libido, but it’s not always accompanied by a desire for actual sex, sometimes just for the physical stimulation. Hence the toys. A fairly wide selection of vibrators, multiple strap-ons and appropriate harnesses, that sort of thing. About half of it is almost always for her solo use. Also has a couple pairs of padded cuffs, some soft rope, and three body harnesses to fit different frames. One, possibly two, relatively soft floggers. Plenty of lube and condoms thrown in, and also an ointment appropriate for nail scratches. And one tazer hidden in the back of her collection just in case it’s needed for creeps. There’s a stun gun in the nightstand, but that’s for burglars.

Gonna be adding more bits onto this now and then, I suspect.

“And I know it hurts, and I know it’s hard, and I know anything we can ever do is a tiny drop in an ocean of pain, but what else do we do? Do we watch the world burn around us and throw gasoline on the flames? Do we drink and drug ourselves into oblivion and float away despite the pain of everyone else? Do we lay down and die right now and get it over with?

Well I say NO.

I say we get up, we tell the void to fuck off, and we keep working. Because eventually something has to give, and, even if it doesn’t, we can sure as Hell try. And maybe trying is all we can do, but we can do it, and we can take away little bits of pain.

Even if that’s all we can do, it helps.

Even if it never matters in the end, even if everything crumples into dust eventually and the universe will never know about us, we can help.

And maybe, just maybe, that ocean isn’t infinite.

Maybe there aren’t enough of us right now, but what if the next generation can add enough onto what we do? Or the next, or the next?

I say, if there is any hope at all that we can, not even stop this, but take a few fragments away, we keep fighting. We keep clawing at the void, for as long and as hard as we can, and we teach our children to do the same.

Because that’s all we can do, but it matters, at least to the people we do it lift.

And we need to remember that.

People matter. Even if it’s only for a century or so, people matter.

So we stand up, and we do this, and we keep doing it.

We do everything we can.

Even if we have to rest sometimes.

Even if we get exhausted.

Even if we may never see what good it does in the end.

We. Fight.”

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Oh. Well he wasn’t so sure about her being alright, people who collapse on the ground generally aren’t. However he really couldn’t refute her claim since he was far from knowledgeable on the subject, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t get very far if he tried. So instead he simply did as he was told and climbed back up on the berth.

“I think I’m okay? I mean, I don’t feel sick.” Crosscase said, but still came close so she could scan him anyways. He knew enough that you do what a medic tells you, because disobeying usually meant you check ups weren’t gonna be comfortable to say the least.

Scalpel leaned up to scan Crosscase, then curled back down onto her side and squinted as she surveyed the results. Which was odd for someone viewing something on her HUD, but it did seem to be working. “A’ight. Ain’t seein’ anything here… lemme check wi’ the other medics.”

.:Yo. Patches. Sendin’ you a scan. What’s this li’l cutie in for? Picked ‘im up by mistake, apparently:.

.:Oh, hi. Yeah- I saw you getting him out of the medbay, actually, but you looked so calm I didn’t think to stop you. Didn’t think it’d hurt anything, an’ you need the relaxation. That’s Crosscase, he’s in for chemical exposure to. No major symptoms, minor disorientation, just in for monitoring in case of an immune response. Seem fine to you?:.

.:Yep. What’m I doin’?:.

.:I’ll fill you in later, nothing too weird. You hurt your leg and we gave you painkillers for the nerve backlash, and you got all wacky like you usually do on pain meds. Just relax, I’m highly suggesting you do calming things instead of trying to get up. Or… if you gotta move around a bunch, do it without standing. Like- I don’t know, play with the cute flier, he’s not your patient ;):.

Scalpel blinked up at the ceiling, smirking, then turned her attention to Crosscase again. “Patches says you were in for observation- chemical exposure. Y’ seem okay now, though. How y’ feelin’?” she asked, moving around until her back was to the wall against the berth, and slowly looked Crosscase up and down. Heh. “He also suggested I have some fun with you in lieu of getting up and putting weight on my leg.” the femme muttered, looking vaguely sleepy now that the adrenaline was wearing off and she was remembering that she’d just woken up. “Bold li’l ball ‘a sass, but ‘e’s got a point.”

Crosscase’s plating fluffed up as his wings and audials shot up straight while his face flushed with embarrassment. He looked down at his hands clasped in his lap to avoid eye contact with Scalpel before speaking.

“C-chemical exposure sounds about right given how volatile the materials I was working with are. Guess I wasn’t as careful as I …” He stopped mid sentence and a look of dawning realization took over his face, “I didn’t write down the formula!” he nearly shouted.

He dropped his face into his hands and curled over until his head touched the berth. When he spoke the words were muffled against the blankets.

“I didn’t write down the formula, and I can’t remember anything about my experiment. I was so close to a breakthrough, and now it’s gone!” Crosscase muttered dejectedly, his field filled with despair and frustration.

Oh, that was cu- aww. Okay, no, too early in the morning for that much darkness. Scalpel contemplated Crosscase for a moment, then grabbed her blanket and pulled it up, tossing the edge so that it landed over him. Muttering “none o’ that, come here,” she hooked an arm around him and pulled him close, curling onto her side and around the upset mech.

No panic response- good. She took a moment to think, holding Crosscase just tightly enough to keep him there, then firmly patted his back and spoke as clearly as she could with the blanket still where it had fallen entirely over her. “Hush- ‘s too early for that. Look- here’s what yer gonna do. You relax, we get some fuel, then you go back and lookit what you were doin’. At th’ very least, there’ll be stuff left over, maybe notes or somethin’. An’ that’ll help you ‘member. But freakin’ out ain’t gonna help- settle, cutie.”

Ice-blue optics gleaming brightly in the darkness under the imprompteu blanket fort, Scalpel stroked Crosscase’s back with the servo not attached to the arm containing him, idly going over her awakening systems report- a rare luxury for medics to do while still in berth. Twist damage to her leg joints, nothing major, already repaired but still settling in, and steadily lowering levels of the common painkiller that did not make her paranoid. Good, they’d made a note to not use that other one. Otherwise, all systems normal… aside from a mild increase in core temp and in fan speed, which was made more obvious by the confined space. Hm. ”Guess my frame liked the company.” she muttered, not quite meaning to say it out loud, then glanced up and loosened her grip. Might not be best to trap the little flier, even if he seemed to have no objections to her proximity.

Oh. Well he wasn’t so sure about her being alright, people who collapse on the ground generally aren’t. However he really couldn’t refute her claim since he was far from knowledgeable on the subject, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t get very far if he tried. So instead he simply did as he was told and climbed back up on the berth.

“I think I’m okay? I mean, I don’t feel sick.” Crosscase said, but still came close so she could scan him anyways. He knew enough that you do what a medic tells you, because disobeying usually meant you check ups weren’t gonna be comfortable to say the least.

Scalpel leaned up to scan Crosscase, then curled back down onto her side and squinted as she surveyed the results. Which was odd for someone viewing something on her HUD, but it did seem to be working. “A’ight. Ain’t seein’ anything here… lemme check wi’ the other medics.”

.:Yo. Patches. Sendin’ you a scan. What’s this li’l cutie in for? Picked ‘im up by mistake, apparently:.

.:Oh, hi. Yeah- I saw you getting him out of the medbay, actually, but you looked so calm I didn’t think to stop you. Didn’t think it’d hurt anything, an’ you need the relaxation. That’s Crosscase, he’s in for chemical exposure to. No major symptoms, minor disorientation, just in for monitoring in case of an immune response. Seem fine to you?:.

.:Yep. What’m I doin’?:.

.:I’ll fill you in later, nothing too weird. You hurt your leg and we gave you painkillers for the nerve backlash, and you got all wacky like you usually do on pain meds. Just relax, I’m highly suggesting you do calming things instead of trying to get up. Or… if you gotta move around a bunch, do it without standing. Like- I don’t know, play with the cute flier, he’s not your patient ;):.

Scalpel blinked up at the ceiling, smirking, then turned her attention to Crosscase again. “Patches says you were in for observation- chemical exposure. Y’ seem okay now, though. How y’ feelin’?” she asked, moving around until her back was to the wall against the berth, and slowly looked Crosscase up and down. Heh. “He also suggested I have some fun with you in lieu of getting up and putting weight on my leg.” the femme muttered, looking vaguely sleepy now that the adrenaline was wearing off and she was remembering that she’d just woken up. “Bold li’l ball ‘a sass, but ‘e’s got a point.”

♥ For whoever, to whoever you want because why not.

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Scalpel’s recharge can best be described as “selectively fragile”. She’ll wake up instantly for certain things; medbay alarms, explosions, anything even resembling pain, restraints,the sensation of someone looming over her, that sort of alarming thing.

Small mech in her berth? Not really one of those things.

So she doesn’t wake up until it registers that her berth is not person-shaped.

One would think that somehow squirming around until her entire lanky frame is tucked on top of another person would wake her up, but evidently not.

Nope, it’s the gradual realization that something just feels… not quite right.

Optics snapping open, Scalpel hisses softly and pushes herself up, attempting to get up onto her pedes just in case something is wrong-

And entirely fails, as she doesn’t know to allow for the mech under her.

Yelping in alarm, the skinny medic shifts from “get to pedes and look around” to “NOT FALL” and just barely manages to catch herself, knees ending up clamped around his hips, both servos planted on his chassis at the realization that a person is here.

Fortunately for Crosscase, he doesn’t register as a threat. An Unexpected Thing, yes, but not a threat. Still, unexpected.

Optics narrowed, winglets askew, Scalpel aims a sharp fingertip at Crosscase and hisses down at him. “Explain.”

Crosscase groaned, pulled from sleep by something moving around on the berth. Getting up was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but it seemed that the choice had been taken out of his hands. He opened his optics and blinked blearily up at the tall, pointy person on top of him, it took him a moment for his processor to catch up and inform him that he didn’t know this person. He quickly looked around and didn’t recognize the room. Nothing in his memory helped him either, as there was a noticeable blank in it. Last he remembered he’d been in the lab, but now he was in some stranger’s berth. If only he could say this was a first.

“Um, I don’t really have an explanation. I honestly don’t know where I am, or how I got here.” Crosscase answered, clearly confused.

Scalpel’s hackles settled at the realization that he was equally confused, but she kept her knees clamped tightly against his sides, hoping to maintain what few shreds of control she currently had.

A quick glance around showed the almost-alarmingly-lumpy tarp draped over the wall to her side, covering a series of irregularly shaped objects hung against the wall. Okay, yes. This was definitely her room.

Now… first logical conclusion here was that she’d acquired a berthmate last night. Hm. Did this mech look like her type? He kinda did, cute little thing. But… no stickiness anywhere. Had they gotten tired before anything could happen?

Relaxing just a bit, Scalpel loosened her grip around his waist and placed both servos on his chassis to illustrate that, yes, she was stronger than the stranger (perks of being a medic-frame), and lowered her winglets in an “I will not murder you right now” gesture.

“You are in my quarters, off the medbay. My current theory is that I found you at a bar somewhere and… apparently we… fell asleep, or something of the sort.” she mutters, deciding to clarify the situation slightly for the confused mech she’s sitting on. “Now who the Pit are you?”

“Oh uh, I’m Crosscase.” He said quickly, deeply concerned about his current situation. He was with some stranger, a very strong stranger apparently, in someplace he had never been before, and no memory about how he got there. It was a little unnerving. Unconsciously he pulled his limbs close to his body, tucked his head into his down and dropped his wings as far as they’d go while pinned between him and the bed. Making himself appear smaller without meaning to do so.

“And ah, you theory sounds plausible. It-it wouldn’t be the first time actually.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and thoroughly embarrassed by the admission.

Scalpel’s optics narrowed at the gestures, then her winglets fluttered slightly and perked into something of a softly dominant pose- not all that dissimilar from a Seeker’s mannerisms. She wasn’t going to hurt this mech… he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Easy, now… ‘m not gonna bite you.” she hummed, lightly patting Crosscase’s chassis plating, then shifted off of him and moved to sit next to the small mech instead of pinning him. “I’m Scalpel. And, hm- yeah, you do kinda look like my type. Usually, though, when I bring strangers back here, I end up fragging them. Which does not appear to have happened, we aren’t nearly sticky enough.”

Deciding to find some energon, Scalpel stood up and took exactly one step-

And crumpled to the floor with a startled yelp as her leg gave out under her.

Crosscase relaxed slightly when the person on top of him backed off a little and wasn’t menacing right over them. When this Scalpel person moved off of him he followed them with his eyes, still not a hundred percent sure about the situation he found himself in. Though his misgivings were quickly forgotten when Scalpel crashed to the floor.

“Oh my gosh!” Crosscase exclaimed as he sat up and scrambled to the edge of the berth. “Are you okay?”

He climbed down next to Scalpel with the intent to help, but was very clearly at a loss for what to do in this situation.

Swearing in at least two languages, Scalpel curled into a ball to get her working pede under herself, her plating bristling in an anger/stress display as she tried to figure out what was happening and why her leg hurt. She didn’t respond to Crosscase for a moment, but, when she did, it was a soft, unhappy growl. “Hm. Not… sure about that.” she growled, both servos tracing down her leg in a search for the problem, then relaxed considerably when she found a set of neatly done welds down her lower leg.

“Ah. This… would explain it. I tend to react.. a bit oddly to sedatives. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve tried ta drag someone in here. Usually Patches, though. Guess he wasn’t around.” she muttered, carefully pushing herself up to stand on her uninjured leg. “Where were you, then?

“Oh geez, do you need to go to the medbay? I might be able to help you get there, or I can get someone bigger who can lift you or something.” Crosscase said, the words tumbling out of his mouth faster than usual while his voice pitched higher. What if something was seriously wrong with her? He wouldn’t be able to do squat! He was a chemist not a medic! Was there a proper way to move an injured person? Though her explanation did at explain part of the situation they woke up to.

“I honestly don’t know. Last thing I remember was being at work and now I’m here. What happened between then and now is a mystery to me, so your guess would be as good as mine there.”

Scalpel’s plating was a bit askew still in a relatively minor stress display, but she was starting to calm down. The initial stab of pain from putting all her weight on a limb that was not ready to bear weight had eased, and the stranger in her berth was very clearly not a threat. Propping a servo on Crosscase’s shoulder so she could get back to the berth without using her injured leg, she limped over and sat back down, taking a few deep vents to settle her plating further so she could try to calm the concerned mech.

“No, I do not need to go to the medbay, and I absolutely do not need someone to carry me. For one thing- it is right out there. Because I am a medic. I am fully qualified to decide if I need medical attention.” Scalpel declared, lying back down on the berth, then gestured slightly to Crosscase. “Get up here where I can scan ya. If I was in th’ medbay earlier an’ I brought you back in here, you were prob’ly in th’ medbay too, so we oughta figure out why.”

A message from Scalpel

Listen to me.

All emotions are impulses in your brain and chemicals in your body. That is all. There are no evil emotions because they are nothing but signals in your brain. Signals are not evil.

All emotions are tools meant to keep you alive. They are meant to serve you.

Rage is a tool for you to harness to keep yourself and others alive.

Rage is meant to serve you.

Make. It. Serve. You.