raes of sunshine ☆

afab reader warnings: suggestive & explicit content

dt; @sergeanthunterx sry for the wait <33

the bad batch

dilf!hunter who has exuded dilf energy since the beginning of time, so it doesn’t surprise you that fatherhood looks so damn good on him. he’s busy all day with the kids, doting on them even if it keeps him from taking a breath every now and then. you love seeing him so passionate about your family, but it’s the transition to your bedroom after hours that reminds you he’s still the same man you fell in love with years ago. his stare is sultry as he dims the lights and walks toward you, already unbuttoning the top of his shirt and running a hand through his disheveled hair. he kisses you through a relieved sigh, finally able to slow down in your arms, leaning all the way forward so you fall back into the bed, giggling quietly to not wake the kids. your noises make him he kiss you harder like he can’t get enough, only breaking away to take a heavy breath and murmur, “how was your day?” you stroke the side of his face, replying, “busy. you?” he shifts his hips between your legs, and your gazes lock knowingly even though your conversation stays casual. “busy as well,” he kisses your jawline and starts trailing down the side of your neck. you arch your back and pull him closer, sucking in a breath as he says, “think we could both use a little break…”

dilf!tech who teaches your kids everything they need to know, and especially takes great interest in their interests and education. you catch him at the dining table late at night during another one of their study-bonding sessions, an innocent sight where he’s patiently explaining something to them. still, your heart can’t help but skip a beat at the confidence in his tone as he talks his way through this lecture and occasionally pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. he’s sitting with his elbows against the table a bit after you’ve put the kids to bed, and you startle him when you sidle into his lap. “what about my homework? i could use the help, too…” you tease him, pressing a light kiss to his mouth. he raises his eyebrows. “and i’m to believe this isn’t a trick to get my attention?” you chuckle and kiss him again, this time pulling back his bottom lip between your teeth. “oh, no…” you stare into his wide eyes, “i think you’ll find i’m a very good student…but i still have a lot to learn.” his hands find your hips, shifting you so that you’re straddling him. “then i suppose you’re in the right hands,” he murmurs before slanting his mouth over yours, stealing this conversation away as it trails off into soft gasps from the pressure of his bulge rising between your legs.

dilf!wrecker who loves the cute responsibilities that come with having kids like playing dress up or (attempting to) braid hair, but the irony of his large frame and veiny muscles that still strain against his clothes makes him look out of place. and yet, he’s never looked better, laughing as he crouches by your daughter’s dollhouse to keep her entertained before teatime. there’s something about such a strong, calloused soldier like him enjoying this gentle pace of life that just makes your heart melt, and you tell him what a good dad he is when you’re both finally tucked into bed, hands already reaching for each other under the blankets. he pulls you into his chest and kisses your neck, folding your body against his like he’s trying to cocoon you into his cuddles. his voice is proud and deep in your ear, “yeah, you think so?” and you nod, not expecting him to cup your ass and squeeze. you gasp softly, and he muffles the sound with a hungry kiss, groaning as you pull him closer. “you know, been meaning to tell you…i think i’m ready for another one,” he mumbles between slow, wet kisses that leave your tongue tingling. you giggle, “i think we can make that happen…”

dilf!crosshair whose protectiveness just keeps going on an upward climb as you grow older together, especially when raising kids, too. sometimes you or your children hear a strange noise in the middle of the night and shake him awake, wide-eyed and frightened, and he sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes while wondering what could possibly warrant disturbing his deep sleep. but then he sees the look on your faces, and he sighs softly, cradling the side of your head before standing. he moves through your home like a shadow, checking every corner with a firm promise that you’ll be just fine as long as he’s here. he doesn’t judge you for your concern or paranoia and tucks everyone back into bed, kissing the kids’ foreheads and then returning to your bedroom quietly. “sorry…” you whisper, “know you’re tired…” he pulls you into his side and kisses you, too tired to move his lips the precise way he usually does, instead melting into you sleepily. “and you know how to make it up to me,” he drawls in a low voice, lazily pressing his mouth against your neck, using his nimble finger to drag down your shirt and expose your chest. he’s slow but grabby, just indulging in you as if he’s still dreaming and you’re the one on his mind.

dilf!echo who always handles things before they can stress you out. he doesn’t understand why seeing him fix something or do some manual work around the house gets you so hot and bothered, but what is there to not like about his sleeves rolled up his forearms and the concentrated furrow in his eyebrows? you kiss him as he tells you he took care of the leak or something annoying like that. he makes a noise of surprise against your lips and warns you, “hey, i’m all sweaty…” but you only hold him closer, inhaling his scent with feral desire. “let’s get you cleaned up then,” you whisper, pulling him into the bathroom, and he chuckles under his breath, knowing where this is going. “alright, slow down,” he kisses your forehead and slowly pushes the strap of your top off your shoulders, taking his time as he kisses his way down your body, also undressing you in the process. “echo, c’mon,” you whine, but he makes the wait worth while when you get into the shower together, immediately pinning you to the wall with his erection already trying to settle between your legs.

commanders

dilf!wolffe who is obsessed with putting a baby in you every chance he gets because he just loves everything about being the father of YOUR children, especially seeing you walk around the house with a full, round stomach that he admires as he sits back, smirking at you with his legs spread. his desire to keep growing your family together is insatiable no matter how much time has passed, mainly confessed when he’s fucking you under your warm covers. he’s become slower and sweeter over the years, but he still has that hungry roughness to him. “c’mon, just one more,” he grunts, teeth tugging at your earlobe as he spreads your legs apart with a heavy thrust, and you’re not sure if he’s talking about orgasms, babies, or both, but you moan for him all the same, helplessly opening yourself up to the relentless slide of his hips over yours. he wraps his hand around your throat to force you to look at him as he cums inside of you, staring darkly, full of love while you’re full of him. his groan is low and throaty, vibrating against your lips before he closes the distance, his body going limp and tired, but he still has the energy to kiss you, sucking on your bottom lip and sliding his tongue over yours in a messy makeout. he still hasn’t pulled out of you, and it’s like he never wants to—it’s like his greed for you can never be satisfied, and you have the rest of your lives together to taste that bliss.

dilf!fox who is both lucky and cursed to have a child who is the exact miniature version of you, and you spend your days terrorizing him together with double the sass and trouble. but you know he’s still the man who loves to punish you, and that hasn’t changed once he gets some much-needed alone time with you. he has you bent over his desk in the skirt he ordered you to keep on before he yanked away your underwear, and you can feel the angry frustration all over his body, even in the hot, pulsing in his dick as it slides between your legs. “you think i don’t know what you’re doing?” he leans down to hiss in your ear, speaking over your cries. “you think i don’t know what you want, huh?” he grabs a handful of your ass to slow your squirming. “uh-uh, no running. not done with you.” he turns your face and kisses you, swallowing up your desperate, “please, fox…” and purposefully goes harder so you moan into his mouth, unable to do anything but take it.

dilf!cody who is super dedicated to working on himself every time you’re pregnant, training even harder. you’ve been noticing the difference in his physique and wonder why he’s putting in so much effort all of a sudden, especially while you haven’t really been feeling like yourself as your body changes so much. he comes out of the shower in nothing but a towel hung low around his waist and finds you reading on the couch, kneeling in front of you to kiss your stomach gently. your hands gingerly roam around the hard muscles on his back as he murmurs, “you feeling alright?” completely oblivious to the fact that you’re checking him out. “mhm…” you answer, distracted. “god, look at you. you’re making me feel bad…” his gaze snaps up toward you. “feel bad? why?” you shrink away a bit, brushing it off. “nothing, it’s just…you’ve been so productive while i’m…” you look down at yourself, at the large bump he adores. he catches onto your insecurity quickly and stands, lifting you up from the couch with ease. “just wanna get stronger for you,” he kisses you and starts walking you to the bedroom, only breaking away from your lips to whisper, “you got nothing to feel bad about,” and he lays you down carefully, ready to worship your body the way you deserve.

dilf!mayday who is all about having a slow start to the day. his morning voice is deep and gravelly, taking a while to adjust to his woken state as he roams the house in nothing but his boxers, scratching his rough beard. it tickles your skin when he buries his face in the crook of your neck from behind at the bathroom sink, sucking languorous kisses along your sweet spots. you squirm, which rubs your ass against his groin, and he hums, “careful…” your responding laugh sounds a bit winded, “you started it.” he chuckles. “you know i never leave you hanging,” he whispers, and his words tickle your skin as he sinks to his knees, tugging at your panties until they’re on the floor with him. he takes his time kissing along your inner thighs, getting you wet and needy for his mouth, and you moan in relief when it finally finds your clit. he holds your legs firmly over his shoulders to keep them from buckling, groaning as he licks up your center like he’s enjoying the meal more than you are.

501st

dilf!rex whose motto is “happy wife, happy life,” and one of the ways he keeps up with this is eating you out any chance he gets. he gentles your rough days by kneeling between your legs, looking up at you like an adoring puppy before indulging in your pussy. he starts your mornings under the sheets, slowly soothing his tongue over your clit as you wake up slowly, immediately sinking your fingers through his hair and arching your back for more. he never expects anything in return after all these years, and it’s no wonder you always have a beaming afterglow, especially after spending some time with him. his biggest priority will always be taking care of you, not just in the dominant ways of handling heavy things or protecting you, but also the soft ways that bring you closer together as the morning light starts to stream into the room, and he has his fingers laced around yours, pushed into the mattress while his tongue slips in and out of your wet folds.

dilf!fives who is down to fuck literally anywhere around the house, there’s no probably surface you haven’t covered. sex is so spontaneous with him because of how badly he needs you ~ age hasn’t diminished his hunger for you, and just breathing around him a certain way as you pinch his ass in the kitchen will have him grabbing you by the waist without even looking up from what he’s doing. his mouth crashes down on yours quickly, but the kiss is slow. “mm, fuck,” he groans, “gotta hurry if you still want me to pick up the kids,” and soon enough, he pins your body to the counter and takes you from behind, squeezing bruises into your hips when you grind back against his thrusts. he cups your breast and kisses your neck, leaving you a mess while becoming one himself. but later, in front of your oblivious children, he catches your eye and smirks at your messy hair and kiss-swollen lips. you give him a pointed look, and all he does is give you a wink that reminds you he’s still young.

dilf!kix who knows how tired and stressed life can make you, and he makes an effort to help you unwind after a long day, all while he’s also been constantly overworked. you stumble into him fixing you a glass of wine or a warm mug of tea (whichever one gets you more relaxed) long after the kids have gone to bed. his gaze finds yours across the room, and he nods his chin to the side, telling you to come join him. you sigh and smile, sipping on your drink with him at your side as he rubs your back and asks, “you wanna tell me what’s going on?” you turn toward him and wind your arms around his neck. “later,” you kiss him, and his hands travel down to hold your hips firmly. “not in the mood for talking, huh?” he chuckles softly against your mouth, and you laugh in return, shaking your head. “mm, i’m more in the mood for you,” you tell him, and he slides his hands along the inside of your thighs teasingly. “as long as you can keep quiet…”

dilf!jesse who doesn’t play about respect in your household. he’s always calling your children out for showing you attitude, stern as he snaps, “watch your mouth,” but to you, he’s a completely different person, and all it takes is just tugging you into a vacant room for his tough persona to slip. he laughs boisterously and leans in to kiss you while murmuring, “fucking animals, aren’t they?” and you smile against his lips, letting him pin you to the door in a slow, melting kiss that makes him forget what he even asked. “think they take after you,” you tease him. he leans back, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “what’s that supposed to mean?” he asks. “you know you were trouble,” you giggle, “you and your brothers…” and he grins, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your ass. “think you just asked for the trouble…”

dilf!hardcase who gets turned on during petty arguments where neither of you actually knows the reason for, there’s just frustration in the air and one minute you’re at each other’s throats and the next, your lips are colliding with all the energy you’ve been wasting on fighting. “c’mon, where’d all that attitude go, huh?” he grins as he fucks you senseless, watching your mouth fall open with a desperate moan instead of the witty retort hanging off the tip of your tongue. “you’re so—fucking childish—” you gasp, turning your head to the side to hide the expressions of pleasure he’s devouring so proudly. he grabs your chin and forces you to look back at him. “nothing childish about what i have planned for you.”

misc

dilf!howzer who you would catch plucking out the white hairs that started growing with age, but he looks crazily sexy with the salt and pepper look, it’s devastating to see him try to get rid of them. you’re about to leave for a date (because he thinks you’re never too old for romance) when he briefly glances in the mirror and runs a hand through his hair, ruffling the wavy curls just slightly. the streaks of white mixed into the dark brown catch your eye, and he catches you staring at him. his reflection smirks at you knowingly, and he turns around to smooth down the fabric at your hips. “keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it out of here,” he says cautiously, leaning closer to tease a kiss. you tug him closer by the back of his neck. “we can be a little late,” you whisper back.

dilf!gregor who NEVER feels emasculated by “traditionally” feminine chores/responsibilities (cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc). he thinks all that bullshit is fake anyway and there’s nothing he loves more than helping around the house, not just because it makes things easier for you, but also because he just genuinely enjoys it. he doesn’t do it for credit from you, but you notice him when he’s doing something mundane like cooking dinner shirtless, and you hug him from behind, sort of swaying him in your arms playfully. “what’s gotten into you?” he laughs, and you shake your head against his backside, nuzzling him. “you look good like this,” you tell him, “making me food without a shirt.” he blushes and picks you up to set you on the counter, tapping your nose with the handle on his ladle. “you’re distracting me.”

Master list of OCs and their creators

Divider by @saradika

@crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf ‘s OCs:

Tah’nyem Ra

Diva ‘Kahtzi’ Zho

Jar’ath Saijen

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@dystopicjumpsuit’s OCs

Cerra Kilian, Pt 2

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@wrenkenstein’s OCs

Juno Caheere

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@talesfrommedinastation’s OCs

Dr. Sjael Drummer

Dr. Tanke Drummer

Timon Chapelle

Minor OCs of 'Far Past The Ring'

The OCs of Into the Techiverse!

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@gars-weaponeer’s OCs

The Weaponeer

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@mae-lou-ron’s OCs

Cha'vena Satu

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@eternal-transcience’s OCs:

Misc OC Masterlist (Ylandra sisters and Tempest Co)

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@ghostymarni’s OCs

Aev the Mandalorian

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@lonewolflupe’s OCs

Lupe

Sergeant Ragnar

Lone Wolf Squad

CT Sling + CT Boar

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@frostycatblr-fandom-files’s OCs

OC Master List

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@dickarchivist’s OCs

Grave Squad

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@pinkiemme’s OCs

Pod

Clone Medic Sev

La’mya

Krys

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@mythical-illustrator’s OCs

Helena Hemlock

Grace Talzindottir

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@wizardofrozz’s OCs

Nali Bosac

CT-2697 Sawbones

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@eclec-tech’s OCs

Dr. Miran Threst

Lieutenant Luvari Tulren

Jheyla Krim

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@perfectlywingedcrusade’s OCs

Dala

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@leenathegreengirl’s OCs

Leena Joo’csei

Kayden Joo’csei

Chori

Nez

Sylvianna Davika

Lilia Raina

Callia Kestrel

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@nika6q’s OCs

Jules Genoa

Hend

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@clonethirstingisreal’s OCs

Wren

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@rexxdjarin’s OCs

OC Master List

Mari Vontas

Zeeta

Teza Kirso

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@milkcioccolato’s OCs

159th- Talon Assault Squad

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@vimse’s OCs

Silvio “Silvie” Rea

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@sergeanthunterx’s OCs

Raine

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@c0rn-fl3x’s OCs

Leor Firstar

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@legacygirlingreen’s OCs

Mae Killough

Perdita Halle

Marina

Valérie Glie

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@book-of-baba-fett’s OCs

Talia Riva

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@multi-fan-dom-madness’ OCs