#jango fett X pregnant!reader

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I literally can't get this out of my pea brain so please take this and run with it as you will: HORNY ASS PREGNANCY SEX WITH JANGO

Pregnancy sex with Jango Fett

Jango Fett X Pregnant!Reader //SMUT//

YESSSSSS!!!!!

Notes: Jango Fett is hot and a Mandalorian!! Also this can happen at whatever time you want it to. Kamino? On Slave I? You pick the setting my love!!

Warnings: Jango Fett has a massive breeding kink and pregnancy kink! Smut, Jango being a good boyfriend and an even better lover, unprotetced sex(ha obviosuly) be safe!!

You stood in front of the mirror staring at yourself after a shower. You were a little past halfway through your pregnancy, so you had quite the baby bump. Your breasts were huge now, and they just seemed swollen. You stroked your hand over your belly, your fingertips tracing the stretch marks. You don’t know if you like this new naked image or not…...

You sighed loudly, closing your eyes. You didn’t even notice your Mandalorian lover come up behind you. He was silent as ever, his feet not making a sound on the bathroom tile.

“You’re beautiful.” The rough voice spoke, causing you to jump. You looked at the reflection of the notorious Jango Fett. You smiled at your lover, “Thank you. I just don’t really feel-” He shushed you gently, stepping closer so he could hug you from behind.

“My Cyar’ika….Do I need to show you how beautiful you are to me once again? You glow, especially now that you’re carrying my little ad’ika.” You grinned at your lover, your skin feeling hot from his words.

He stroked your stomach softly, his dark eyes staring at your reflection. He was only clad in thin sleeping pants, but he still looked as sexy as ever. You leaned back into his muscular chest, Jango's calloused hands running up your sides.

Jango rested his head on your shoulder as he brought his hands to your sensitive breasts, rubbing them gently. He stroked his large hands along your nipples, tweaking them gently. You closed your eyes, moaning softly. He cupped both of your full breasts, cocking his head at your reflection. “See? You’re perfect. Now come, let's go to the bedroom.”

He always knew just how to make you feel sexy. You followed him willingly, watching his firm ass in those pants as he walked into the bedroom. “This pregnancy would be a nightmare without you.” Jango chuckled at your words as he sat on the foot of the bed.

As your stomach grew it was getting harder and harder to use some of your favorite positions. Jango luckily did everything he could to keep you comfortable. He was such a sweetheart…...Even if he was a badass and ruthless bounty hunter.

Jango kicked off his sleeping pants, his cock already hard and swollen. He patted his bare thigh, inviting you over. He knew this position was the most comfortable for you. You smirked, your cunt growing wetter by the second. You walked over to him, slowly straddling his lap.

You align yourself with his cock, slowly impaling yourself on it. Both of you moaned, Jango’s lips instantly going for your own so he could swallow your beautiful noises. He loved hearing you scream his name, but sometimes he’d rather kiss you.

Jango’s tongue played with yours as you got adjusted to his cock. Since you got pregnant Jango had been extra horny. You had noticed because he was like this when you asked him to impregnate you. Apparently he had a massive breeding and pregnancy kink. Not you that minded…..

You slowly began to rock your hips, Jango gripping them tightly. He moved with you, his cock scraping your tight walls with every movement. He always filled you so perfectly, and he knew your body like the back of his scarred hand.

You gasped out when he bucked his hips, hitting that spot deep inside of you that made you see stars. “Oh Jango.” You moaned out his name, gripping his naked shoulders like a lifeline.

Jango moved your hips so you rocked on him faster, then he moved one of his hands from your hips and moved it to your stomach. He then stroked your stomach gently, watching as you rode his cock.

The Mandalorian moved his hands to cup your full breasts, the sight of them and your round belly driving him insane. He loved the sight of you pregnant with his seed, you just looked so sexy. Especially now, stuffed full of his cock.

You picked up the pace, your walls tightening around Jango. Since you got pregnant you had been extremely sensitive, so you never lasted very long during sex. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back as your peak approached.

Jango continued to move in perfect sync with you, holding your body stedy. You cried out his name like a prayer when you came, your nails scarring his shoulders even more as they cut into his skin.

Jango snarled as he came with you, your slick walls gripping him. He fucked you through both of your orgasms, his cum filling you to the brim. You gasped at the feeling, it made your spine tingle.

Jango laid back, helping you off of him. Both of you crawled to the top of the bed, Jango laying down with his head on your baby bump. “Feel beautiful yet?” You nodded at his words, still trying to catch your breath.

He put a hand over your entrance, keeping his cum inside of you. “Honey….I’m already pregnant.” Jango shrugged, he just loved seeing you full. You shook your head, a smile pulling at your lips.

You needed another shower…..You were sure Jango would be more than willing to help you.

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orion’s masterlist

A/N: here’s everyone i write for (for now), including all of the stuff i have written for them!

edit 2/25/22: recently, i changed my user (formerly venus-after-sunset) and thus every link on this forsaken post went kapoot. i just finished going through and fixing them all, but if i missed any, please don’t hesitate to lmk! kiitos! 😊💕

edit 3/22/22: okay, so i’m gonna start marking whatever new thing/s i add with each update with a ⭐ because i realized every time i update this masterlist it’s probably a nightmare for y’all to actually find whatever the new thing is. 💀 whoops

updated as of: july 7th, 2022

💥 = angst

💕= fluff

💔 = hurt/comfort

🔥 = smut/nsfw

Boba Fett

nsfw alphabet 🔥

boba makes you cry :’( headcanons 💥💔💕

boba fett with short s/o headcanons 

boba adopting a child headcanons + mini drabble 💕 (smidge of 💥)

boba’s s/o wants a baby 💥💔💕

boba is reader’s first 😩💦 🔥 (tad of 💔)

i will wait (for you) 💥💔

Darth Maul

sfw alphabet 💕

nsfw alphabet 🔥

playful maul headcanons 💕 (hint of 🔥)

maul accidently hurts reader during sex :( 🔥💕💔💥

maul’s s/o sings to him at night 💕

maul purring headcanons 💕

reader tries to dom maul (it doesn’t work) 🔥

reader, maul, and savage play chase and eat a… special type of flower 🔥(hint of 💕)

angst prompt: “you promised to wait for me. but you left me behind. again.” 💥

angst prompt: “i think we’d be better off alone.” 💥

angst prompt: “please don’t let me lose you.” 💥

dirtiest smut i’ve written (maul x pregnant!reader) 🔥💕

just the longest thing i’ve ever written with maul and reader being force bonded 💔💕💥 (hint of 🔥)

maul with pregnant!reader mini-headcanons 💕

maul finding out that reader’s baby is obi-wan’s 💥💕

what if reader already has a baby or is preggo when maul meets them? 💕

what if reader is infertile, or doesn’t want children headcanons 💥💔💕

“you wanna make a baby?” maul breeding kink headcanons 🔥💕

very cute and soft and tender maul with pregnant s/o 💕

maul marks reader 😳 🔥

maul, reader, and doubt (short snippet) 💥💔

reader is dead, maul can’t reconcile 💥 (the slightest smidge of 💕)

sugar daddy maul 🥵 🔥

reader with sith eyes oops VERY 💥

more sugar daddy maul 🔥

maul and reader pine, reader’s ex shows up, then maul and reader fuck 💥

maul and alien senses 💕⭐

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

being din’s s/o and not knowing you’re the local heart throb ft. cara dune being a smug bastard 💕 (hint of 🔥)

din w/ force-sensitive s/o 💔💕 (hint of 💥)

din and luke crush on reader 💕💥

nsfw alphabet 🔥

angst prompt: “who have you become? i don’t know you anymore.” | you’re somebody else 💥

holding hands with din 💔

din and mommy dommy reader 🔥 

accidental marriage acquisition 

“i fear you close by, i love you far away” aka accidental marriage acquisition ask p2! 

Jango Fett

nsfw alphabet 🔥

a softer world prompt #41: “i don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. (that’s the way it crumbles. cookie-wise).” 

Paz Vizsla

nsfw alphabet 🔥

the good god is you, all good, all the time, is you 💕🔥

a softer world prompt #50: “i will always love you, or anyways i will always have loved you now. (and you will be always someone who was beautiful, once).” 

Savage Opress

reader, maul, and savage play chase and eat a… special type of flower 🔥(hint of 💕)

nsfw alphabet 🔥

savage x pregnant!reader mini-headcanons 💕💥

savage and you want a baby 💕 (smidge of 💥)

savage w touch-averse reader 💕(smidge of 💥)

mini fluff headcanons 

OC/Miscellaneous

shaak ti/luminara unduli headcanons

luke skywalker crushes on reader 💥💕

honey and milk | shaak ti x reader 🔥💕

a hundred million sins | oc fanfic 💥

sleep headcanons w assorted characters

sea brine, lizard-gulls, and the things that lurk | kit fisto x jedi!reader 💔💥

modern au hellscape roadtrip w opress brothers 

retaining balance | bobadin 

Orion’s 2021 Unconventional Horror Fics

i wrote these throughout the month of october 2021, and they are meant to be character studies that have dark/spooky ideas with more sensitive, raw themes as the focus. these lean more to the mature (and often upsetting) side of things, so please take caution when reading them. 🙏💗

motherless child, you will go from this place | darth maul

empty house full of faces | boba fett 

belief in alchemy | the armorer

Art

din “you are the sun | how you will heal and you’ll rise above”

shaak ti portrait

crimson dark lord | if the devil was to ever see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent

anakin skywalker “all these phantom voices | the dead will make room for me”

savage opress “some day, i wanna wear a starry crown 👑”

captain rex “i am thinking of everybody i love all the time. i borrow your eyes and i envy their kindness”

maul “i am not a thing that dies and becomes scattered | i am death and i am the scattering”

din “the may king | “(i do not know what it is about you that closes / and opens; only something in me understands / the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)”

din “yonder stands your orphan with his gun | crying like a fire in the sun”

maul “👹 鬼 モール 👹 “

ahsoka tano portrait “sun-beloved daughter | you are the tiger lily of my heart”

“blue boy, worried ‘bout the world’s eyes” | din djarin

two pretty best friends | boba & fennec

oola “you are free | a bed for you in eden”

shaak ti & luminara unduli “until death do us part | we will meet again”

lyn me “girls just wanna have fun | dance til you’re dead”

rystáll sant “i’m your carnal flower, i’m your bloody rose”

anakin skywalker “the failed sun | you were the chosen one” (greek mythology au)

two men hugging bc they might be gay | boba & din

content warning: crosshair 🤢🤢

adi gallia “you saw it coming, didn’t you?”

darth talon “i been sinnin’ lately, but i’m still god fearin’”

savage opress “wouldst thou like to live deliciously?🥀🥀”

maul “take a seat with me? 🌹🌹”

darth maul portrait in colored pencils 

darth maul portrait in oil pastels 

wolffe portrait in charcoal 

rex portrait in oil pastel 

boba fett “the dreams are back” 

dogma “we are not droids, we are not programmed” 

anakin “skywalker stardust” 

darth maul as “saturn devouring his son” 

maul “you should see me in a crown” 

[crystalessenceswrites]

glad you're feeling more like yourself! Can I request 26 and pregnancy with either Jango Fett or Din Djarin? Thank you!

Awww thank you so much lovely anon ❤ Not going to lie, I've been very excited for this prompt. It's a crime I have not written for Jango before.

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#26- Pregnancy

Jango Fett x pregnant!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: explicit sexual material, pregnancy, unprotected p in v sex, creampie

Sleeping soundly, peacefully, had been a luxury you could scarce afford for too long. Somehow despite the sterile rooms and blinding lights you found restfulness in the patter of heavy raindrops. A lullaby of sorts that lulled you into slumber night after night now. Though you were not the only one soothed by the gloomy weather. With the hint of a smile on his lips you watched, heart warm as the rains send little Boba to sleep. His peaceful form a juxtaposition to his spitfire attitude during waking hours. It made you wonder if Jango was the same way when he was young. It was hard to imagine the bounty hunter so peaceful. The man hardly seems to sleep some nights. The fire in Boba’s eyes was much more familiar. While he was a spitting image of his father, those eyes of his reminded you of Jango the most. Boba had inherited his father’s spirit, no doubt in your mind. As one hand absently smooths over the round of your tummy you wonder if your little one will be the same, taking after their older brother and proud father.

A second hand joins yours, rubbing wide circles across the swell of your growing bump. “Ner kar’ta, what are you doing?” His voice low in your ear sends shivers down your spine.

You smile, leaning back into his warm embrace. “Marveling at the fact your son can be quiet after all.”

A silent chuckle rumbles through Jango’s chest. “You should not be surprised. He is our son after all.”

“You’re right.”

“Let us not wake the boy,” he steers you out of Boba’s bedroom and into your own. Lips trailing down your neck, you can feel his grin, “because I want to keep my wife all to myself for a little while.”

It was never just a “little while” with Jango.

“I’m all yours riduur.”

He growls, grip tightening on your hips. “And now everyone else knows it too.” The prominent baby bump you now sported did indeed indicate Jango’s claim to you, not that most couldn’t figure it out beforehand. Subtle was not a trait you associated with your bounty hunter. “So mesh’la, giving life to our little one.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, the way he had looked at you since you had broken the news was intoxicating. You swear Jango treated you like you hung the stars in the sky, as if you were the most beautiful woman in the galaxy despite feeling quite the opposite. No matter how bloated or sore you felt he treated you like his queen, your nights filled with gentle caresses and desperate kisses.

“Jango-” you sigh against his lips, tangling yourself up in him.

“I’ve got you, mesh’la.” Lips capturing yours in a heated kiss he guides you back to your shared bed in the darkened bedroom. He treats you like glass, gently laying you out beneath him. One knee wedged between your legs he softly rocks against your core while his hands wander under your top, kneading your sensitive breasts in only the way he had ever managed. For the moment you two had met, you were putty under his talented touch.

Jango pulls away only to press a series of kisses and sweet nothings down the length of your throat. Panting beneath his ministrations you can only babble his name in return. He only breaks his descent to peel away your top, bearing your changing body to his dark gaze.

“Mesh’la. So perfect.” He punctuates each murmur of praise with sloppy kisses across your chest, working up to your pebbled nipples, taking one to worry between his teeth.

You arch into him with a cry, tangling your fingers in his dark curls. Every touch, every kiss, stokes the fire in your core. You’re sure you are already dripping and ready for him. Craving the way he fills you. “Ah- Jango- fuck- riduur- need you!”

He releases your breast with a sinful pop. “Such a needy little thing,” he smirks.

“Please, Jango,” you whine, grinding down as best you can on his knee.

“How could I say no to you?” He relents, lips trailing down to where you ache for him while he tugs down your bottoms and underthings in quick succession. For a moment he lingers on the swell of your belly, a sort of reverence gracing his expression you had not known him to be capable of until he held Boba in his arms for the first time. Pulling away the tensions rushes back in as your husband frees himself, slowly pumping himself with you spread out and dripping for him.

Sealing your lips with his own, he swallows your moans as he coats himself in your arousal, bumping your clit with his swollen head. “Ready mesh’la?”

Bucking against him, you try to urge him into quicker action, “yes- yes- yes!”

With one swift thrust he buries himself to the hilt, the familiar stretch of him nearly sending you over the edge. “Oisk! You’re always so wet for me now. Fit me so well,” he groans, one hand digging into your hip as he guides the roll of your hips against him. “Should keep you full of little ones all the time if you’re going to feel like this.”

With a gasp you clench around him. The thought of more little Jango’s running around more desirable than you’d thought.

A wicked grin crosses his face, “oh, you like the sound of that, mesh’la? Keeping you full of my seed, full of more little ones for our clan?”

You groan in agreement, rolling your hips to meet each of his thrusts as he grows more frantic. It seemed Jango was just as enamored with the idea as you were.

Feeling his own end approaching his free hand snakes down between you, attacking your clit with skill, instantly sending you hurling over the edge and into a pleasurable abyss. He is not long behind you, hips stuttering as his release washes over him, filling you to the brim with his spend once again. It seemed he was not wasting anytime in fulfilling his new plan.

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Chapter 5 — The Delivery

The Mother Masterlist

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Paring: Jango Fett x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Pregnancy, (non explicit) child birth

Summary: Jango gets in his head with paternal anxiety and you give birth to a son!

Please note! This fem!reader has a name used for story telling purposes only, other than that she is left entirely up to your interpretation for appearance!

AN: This is the end of Part One of The Mother! Stay tuned for Part Two coming in 2022, and check out the related(ish) sequel The Queen of Tatooine— Part 3 coming January 3rd!

Being married to Jango changed absolutely nothing in your daily lives when you returned to Kamino. He still worked on training programs and recruiting combat training instructors for the growing cadets. And you still went to visit the cadets, walk through the incubator rooms, spend time reading for pleasure, and generally doing as you please.

In the evenings Jango returns and spends time with you. Usually he is the one that cooks dinner, insists on it actually. After dinner is eaten and cleaned up he’ll help you work on the nursery you’ve been setting up, watch whatever you want on the holo, rub your aching feet, and now as you’re nearing your due date he’s been helping you apply heavy moisturizing cream to your belly to help with the uncomfortable stretching of your skin.

He knows it’s really starting to bother you, not just physically but mentally as well. One afternoon he got back to the apartment earlier than usual and found you sitting on the floor in front of the bedroom mirror half dressed and hopelessly sobbing. He’s instantly at your side.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I am so kriffing fat!” you cry “I can’t put my shoes on by myself because I can’t bend over. I dropped them twice already, and I split my pants when I tried to pick them up. And now I can’t stand up by myself”

Jango has to seriously restrain himself from bursting out laughing. But he keeps it together, and helps you up off the floor “You’re not fat, you’re pregnant. And you’re almost to the end. Come on” He can’t help the corners of his lips turning upward.

“Don’t you laugh at me” you scold him

“I’m not laughing at you cyare” he tries to smile gently “Come on, let’s get you off the floor”

He helped you get up and had you sit down on the bed. He stands in front of you and leans over to give your forehead a kiss.

“Let me get you some new pants and I’ll make you some dinner, okay?”

“Thank you” pucker your lips, asking for another kiss. He chuckles and bends down to indulge you. He does as he promised, brings you your most comfortable maternity pants and leaves you to relax against the pillows with a show on while he goes to the kitchen to make you something for dinner.

While he cooks, he thinks about the last several months. Jango actually feels a bit guilty putting you through all of this. He’d never really been around pregnant women in his life. Obviously he was aware of common symptoms and was well read on the biological needs of a pregnant and postpartum woman. But he wasn’t exactly prepared for how much it would physically and emotionally impact him to see you go through the various physical and emotional changes pregnancy brings.

Seeing you cry over ripped pants is one thing, it’s a little funny. Plenty of the small dramatic moments like that are. But what has become less and less funny is how they affect you, and how beyond your control they seem to be. He wonders sometimes how often you cry over spilled tea or tiny baby socks when he’s not around.

He shakes away these thoughts and calls you to dinner. It takes you a minute to get up from the bed and waddle into the kitchen. Even just that short walk makes you breathe a little harder.

Dinner is delicious as always, and afterwards you absolutely insist on helping him do the dishes. Still independent and feisty as ever. Still he can tell that you’re a little worn out by the time the dishes are done.

“Why don’t you go lay down, I’ll be right there” he assures you

“Can you help me put on the bacta cream again? Your son is tearing up my skin” you kiss his cheek

“Of course, go lay down”

Another thing that nags at him. As much as you tease and joke, he knows that the deep purple stretch marks on your belly and waist are painful, and he knows you hate the way they look. He tells himself it’s almost over, that soon his son would be born and you wouldn’t have to be uncomfortable every hour of every day.

He turns these thoughts over and over in his head while he rubs bacta cream on your belly. You’re relaxed back against a stack of pillows, resting your hands over the massive swell.

“I’m gonna miss this” you say softly

That yanks Jango out of his thoughts. “What?”

“Being pregnant. I’m gonna miss it when it’s over” you clarify

“Why? I thought it was painful and uncomfortable” he asks

“Yeah, it is. But not in an unbearable way… it’s like I’m uncomfortable but I will also never be closer or more needed by my son” you try to explain “It’s like the most genuine love a person can feel”

“Honestly I thought you hated being pregnant” Jango says

“Not at all. It’s uncomfortable and I literally can’t wait until it’s over, but I’m gonna miss it” you smile rubbing your hands over your belly “I’m sure you’re excited for it to be over”

“Well, excited isn’t the word I would use” He says carefully “But I’m excited to meet our son”

“You’re afraid...” you observe

He lets out a deep breath, you’ve always been good at reading him.

“More than I thought I would be” he admits “I wanted this. We’ve waited a long time to get here, and now it’s finally happening, any day now. We’re going to be parents. But this is about to be the hardest part”

“Not for you” you chuckle

“It is gonna be hard for me” he says “It’s already hard for me knowing that you’ve been sick and uncomfortable for months. I asked you to do this, and I sort of knew what that meant. But this is different. I can’t rub your feet or do the dishes and take away the discomfort when you’re giving birth”

It shocks you a little, hearing all how deeply he seems to be troubled by your pain. Not that you expected him to not care, but it seems to really be bothering him. You reach for him, to stroke his cheek the way he strokes yours to get your attention and comfort you. “I knew what I was signing up for. I signed up to be pregnant. To have a baby. To be a mother. That is not always a comfortable thing. But it’ll be worth it in the end” you remind him, stroking your thumb over his cheek.

“Yeah” he smiles, drags your hand over his lips and kisses your palm “It’ll be worth it”

After you went to sleep that night Jango stayed awake, laying beside you with his hand over your protruding belly. Baby Boba will be here soon. In his arms. A living legacy. A whole new person. A tiny version of himself, to give a better life than he had. And you. A mother to love him, help raise him, teach him things that only you know how to teach.

In that moment Jango made a decision, he would not do any more work for the Kaminoans until his son was born. He owed that to his son, and to you.

And good thing he did, because not three days after that evening did you start feeling pressure at the top of your belly and pain in your lower back. You’d been sitting on the couch, trying to get comfortable to watch a show and rest your aching feet. The pressure would wane, and then return. It dawned on you… it’s happening.

“Jango?” You called out for him. He comes out from the bedroom into the main living space.

“Yeah?”

You look down at your belly and then back up at him

“Now?” He asks, a twinge of panic in his voice

“Now” you confirm, feeling another wave of pressure. You close your eyes and try to breathe through it like you’d practiced.

Jango wastes no time. He goes back to the bedroom and grabs the bag you’d put together to take the medical ward, and coms ahead to let them know you would be making your way there.

“Think you can stand up?” He asks gently. You nod and use his arm to help balance yourself as you stand from the couch.

“The contractions are still pretty far apart” you say letting out an uncomfortable breath “Need to walk around”

“Okay, let’s just start by walking to the medical center” Logically he knows you’re right. But right now he wants to climb out of his skin, he is so anxious.

The 15 minute walk to the medical center takes nearly three times as long with how slow you’re moving, and stopping every couple minutes to breathe through a contraction. Still Jango tries to be supportive and breathe with you instead of sprinting ahead to get a transport to come pick you up.

When you finally arrive the Kaminoan doctors begin giving you instructions and direct you to a room where at least ten Kaminoan scientists are waiting….

“Um no” you say firmly, despite already being sweaty and your pain increasing every second. You squeeze Jango’s hand, which you're currently using to keep you standing up right. “I did not consent to be watched throughout my labor”

“What she says goes. Get out” He demands

Their voices rise up. The scientific importance of viewing this event. Never had a naturally born clone. It must be studied.

“What part of no wasn’t clear? Bring me a labor and delivery droid and I will consider allowing a holo recording droid film for scientific posterity” you grit out, feeling another contraction coming on.

The Kaminoans file out of the room, one of them grumbling about you being a stubborn and close minded human.

“I’d like to see one of those skinny bastards push out an 8 pound baby” you growl as Jango helps you into a hospital gown.

The labor and delivery droid is infinitely more comforting than those creepy long necked Kaminoans, and that’s saying something. You do eventually consent to having a holo recording droid film to appease the Kaminoans, as long as it stays out of the way.

The labor takes hours. First time mothers usually have longer deliveries, but it feels like it’s taking an eternity. You can hear even from the interior rooms of the medical ward, a wicked Kaminoan storm is coming down outside. It’s the only thing you can focus on when you’re not bearing down and screaming to push with your contractions. The wind howling outside, screaming along side you.

Jango is an amazing supporter. Keeping the cloth on your forehead damp and cool. Holding your hand, and not complaining when you crush his fingers in an iron grip. Breathing with you through the most unimaginable pain.

At crux of your labor, when you’re almost sure you just can’t do it, he’s there.

“I….. hate this….. why did I let you talk me into this?” You moan

Jango had prepared himself to hear such things “You can do this Farrah, you’re almost there”

Tears stream down your face as the delivery droid instructs you to push. Jango takes a risk and decides to look.

“Farrah! You’re doing it. I can see em’! You’ve got this, keep pushing, you’re almost there” he gives your hand a little shake

With his encouragement you give one last final push and feel a rush of painful relief. You drop back onto the bed and release a long held sob. Jango smoothed back your damp, sweaty hair and kisses your forehead. As the droid cleans the red faced, screaming baby and takes it’s measurements.

“You did it!” He says with tears in his eyes “You did it!”

“I…. I did it” you sob

The droid places the baby onto your chest, for you to finally, at long last feel his skin against yours.

“He’s so beautiful” you cry “Look at his little hands”

You look up at Jango and see that he is beside himself in tears. He places his hand behind your head, and uses the other to run a tentative finger over his son's itty bitty hand.

“He’s perfect”

It’s moving, seeing Jango the strong and seemingly fearless bounty hunter brought to tears at the sight of his first born child being brought into the world.

To the point where you barely notice the labor and delivery droid giving you more instructions to help your newborn begin nursing, and deliver the afterbirth. You’re so intensely focused on the beautiful shrieking cries of your baby, and the joyful tears and whispered praise from your husband.

After you’re a little more cleaned up, baby Boba is contently nursing, and Jango is laying with you on the bed. Your head leaned up against his chest.

“Were you this cute when you were a baby?” You ask, adjusting the little blue blanket to make sure he stays warm

“I can’t tell if that was a joke” Jango smirks “Is it weird to say that I think he sort of looks like you?” He chuckles

You laugh a little “Kind of, but also I don’t disagree”

“He’s perfect” Jango says softly “I’m so proud of you”

“Worth every credit?” You tease

“Stop, I’m serious” he rubs your shoulder and kisses your cheek “Thank you. Truly”

“Now is the really hard part” you say, unable to take your eyes away from the sleepy baby “Now we have to be parents, and figure out how to take care of him”

“We’ll figure it out” he assures you “He’s better off now than we ever were. He’ll never want for anything”

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[where-dreamers-go]

Masterlist

Masterlist last updated July 19th, 2021

Insert Readers:

BBC MERLIN

Merlin Masterlist

“Little Do You Know” Merlin x Reader (requested)

“Only For Me” Merlin x Reader (requested)

“Lost In Your Paradise” Merlin x Reader

Sir Percival x Reader (requested)

Merlin x Reader (Soulmate AU) (DA link)

Merlin x Reader (Soulmate AU) Part 2 (DA link)

Merlin x Fem!Reader (Soulmate AU) (text upload)

Merlin x Fem!Reader (Soulmate AU Part 2)

“A Spat” Merlin x Reader

“God Is A Woman” Merlin x Reader (NSFW)

“Exhausted” Merlin x Reader (drabble)

“Safety Is Key” Sir Percival x Reader (requested)

“A Time To Be” Merlin x Reader

“Returning To You” Sir Leon x Reader (requested)

“Oblivious” Arthur Pendragon x Reader (requested)

“A Moment” Sir Elyan x Reader (requested)

“A Good Night” Merlin x Reader (requested)

“Absolutely” Sir Gwaine x Reader (requested)

Merlin x Mermaid!Reader (Requested)

“For You” Sir Percival x Lady!Reader (Requested)

“Bravery For A Friend” Merlin x Magic! Reader (Requested)

“For The Knights” Sir Gwaine x Reader

“Indelicate” Merlin x Magic!Fem!Reader (NSFW)

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DC COMICS

“Tears” Jonathan Crane x Reader (Imagine with a DA link)

“Not The Bat” Jonathan Crane x Reader (Requested)

“A Review” Jonathan Crane x Reader

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MARVEL

Loki x Reader “Found You” (Soulmate AU) (DA link)

“Our Place” Loki x Reader

“Love Me” Loki x Reader (drabble)

“Early” Loki x Reader (drabble)

“The Punishment” Loki x Asgardian!Reader

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POWER RANGERS

Bridge Carson Masterlist

“Accidentally In Love” Bridge Carson x Reader

“Dreams And Thoughts” Bridge Carson x Reader (drabble)

“Break The Ice” Bridge Carson x Reader

“Courage” Bridge Carson x Cadet!Reader

“Moment Forever” Bridge Carson x Reader

“Up” Bridge Carson x Reader

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DISNEY

Riley Poole Masterlist

“Hoodie” Riley Poole x Reader (drabble)

Riley Poole x librarian! Reader (requested)

“Giggles And Profiles” Riley Poole x Reader

Riley Poole x Reader series

“Game On” Riley Poole x Reader (a prequel)

“Part 1 — Charlotte” Riley Poole x Reader (series)(requested)

“Part 2 — Protecting The Document” Riley Poole x Reader (requested)

“Part 3 — Lemons” Riley Poole x Reader (requested)

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“Part 6/Finale - Treasure” Riley Poole x Reader (requested)

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“Cute” Riley Poole x Reader (drabble)

“Flirt” Riley Poole x Reader (drabble)

“Secret Book Stuff” Riley Poole x Reader

“I’m Working” Bernard the elf x elf!Reader

“Holding Up” Riley Poole x Reader

“A Declaration” Riley Poole x Reader (Coffee Shop AU)

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“An Officer In-Between” Grand Admiral Thrawn x Fem!Reader

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“Sit With It” The Child and You

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“Nothing More” Ben Solo x f!Reader (requested)

“Dark Choices” Luke Skywalker x Reader

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“Patience” Luke Skywalker x Reader

“Satisfaction” Luke Skywalker x Reader (part two of Patience)

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Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

“Not So Complicated” Cameron Frye x Reader

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The Maze Runner

“Aligning Stars” Newt x Reader

“Last Kiss” Newt x Reader (drabble)

“Aligned Stars” Newt x Reader (Part 2 of Aligning Stars)

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Jurassic World

“Terrified” Franklin Webb x Reader

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Supernatural

“A Snack” Spn Gabriel x f!Reader

“Birthday Fun” Spn Gabriel x f!Reader

“Hearts, Fangs, And Knifes” Spn Gabriel x Reader

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Kong: Skull Island

James Conrad x Fem!Reader (Soulmate AU) Part One

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Inheritance Cycle

Eragon and Inheritance Cycle Masterlist of all insert readers and Eragon related Asks that might have drabbles.

“What Matters” Eragon x Chubby!Fem!Reader (requested) (drabble)

“Protective Arms” Eragon x Reader

“Everything” Eragon x Reader (requested)

Eragon and Inheritance Cycle Masterlist 2

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How They Hug You

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Star Wars - Bonus: Eli Vanto

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Marvel

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The Hobbit/The Lord Of The Rings

BBC Merlin

DC Comics

The Chronicles Of Narnia

Sherlock Holmes movie

Arthur Christmas

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How They Act When They Realize They Like You A Lot

Marvel (part one)

Marvel’s Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Marvel’s Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. - Bonus: Enoch

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The Hobbit/The Lord Of The Rings

Wizarding World

BBC Merlin

Star Wars

Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order

Phoenix Squadron

Star Wars - Bonus: Eli Vanto

The Chronicles of Narnia

National Treasure - Riley Poole

Sherlock Holmes movie

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Them Having A Crush On You Would Include

Star Wars — Thrawn

Star Wars -- Cal Kestis

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Being Best Friends Would Include

BBC Merlin -- Merlin

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How They Ask You Out On A Date

Magnum P.I. (reboot)

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Character Letters List

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Bingo Challenge Masterlist 2021

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Moodboard Collection Masterlist

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Fandoms and Characters I Currently Write For - October 2020

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Jango Fett x Reader (Plentiful Bounties Chapter 7)

I do not own Star Wars or any characters. Another chapter and I hope you guys like it. Boba is starting to take a liking to the reader, and asks some pretty interesting questions.

------------------ Jango was content with the way things were going you both had been together for months now. Boba had started to really enjoy being around you. He was also enjoying the intimacy of being with you, and the sex was good too. He was going to have to go on another job, but this time he was going to take you and Boba with him. Your relationship with Jango had really taken off, and now you would share kisses openly. Occasionally he would give you a playful slap on your ass.

Your father had gone to visit friends, and had been gone for about a week. Boba was enjoying Mandalore, and the lessons you were giving him with your old blades. He had even made a couple of friends which Jango never thought Boba would be able to make or have friends with the life he led. “So I have a job that I would like you and Boba to go on”, Jango announced. “When are we going?!”, Boba questioned excitedly.

“Well I was hoping we could go here in the next couple of hours”, Jango told him. “Alright I’ll go get ready”, Boba said. “Boba before you go I have something for you”, you told him. “What is it?”, he asked. “Here”, you responded. You grabbed the box and handed it to him as he looked at you confused. “Should I open it here or in my room”, he questioned. “Either it doesn’t matter”, you smiled. He looked to his father who was eyeing you suspiciously, and then nodded to Boba.

He opened it, and his face lit up as he pulled out pieces of Beskar armor and helmet that had been made for him. “I hope it fits. That's why I had the armorer take your measurements the other day”, you explained. “Thank you!”, Boba yelled as he hugged you. He took off with his armor to go put it on. “You shouldn’t spoil him”, Jango told you trying to sound stern. “I can and will”, you sassed. That earned you a swat on your ass, and you jumped as Jango Picked you up to put you on the counter.

He kissed you hungrily, and getting bold brought his hands up from your hips to your breasts. He kneaded your breast as you whimpered into his mouth. He pulled your hair as he started kissing down your neck, but the sound of Boba making his way down the hall made him pull away. Boba stood there standing proudly in his armor, and you noticed Jango tear up a little. You smiled as he showed his father the holster for a blaster, and scabbards for the blades.

“Looks like you're ready for the hunt”, Jango told him. You could tell that he was proud of his son as he smiled. You went to get your gear on, and Jango did too as Boba placed some things into a knapsack for the trip. Once on the ship you let Boba sit in the cockpit with his father. You were sure that this would be a pretty quick bounty, but they were on Kashyyyk, and that was a dangerous planet.

You had napped the whole way until Jango landed the ship. You three made it to one of the Wookie villages, and showed the bounties face to them. They recognized him as the one that had kidnapped several of their kind. Once getting a heading you three took off to find the bounty, and you ended up having to climb up into the tree canopies. The bounty was up ahead and Jango was willing to get this done and over with. He went in first and you kept Boba behind you as you headed in to help him.

You jumped and kicked the bounty in the face as Jango ducked. The fight was fast paced as you and Jango danced around each other taking turns on taking the bounty down. The bounty threw a grenade, and Jango barely missed the blast, but Boba jumped in to block a blow with his blades. Boba did well until he got kicked in the helmet sending him back wards, and sliding towards the edge.

Boba pulled himself back up onto the platform as his father yelled for him to get back. While you had your back turned the bounty shot your jet pack. You knew the whine it let out meant it was going to blow. You pulled it off and covered Boba as the blast hit you throwing you both over the edge. You turned your back to the ground trying to protect Boba, and you could feel your back hitting some of the small branches as it pinged on your armor.

A hard hit to your helmet had you blacking out, and your grip loosened on Boba. Boba could see the water as you had lost your grip on him. His heart was hammering in his chest, but he took a deep breath as he watched you hit the water, and then plunged in himself. The water was murky as he watched you start to sink. He swam to you as he grabbed hold of you trying to pull you up to the surface.

His instincts kicked in and threw his arm up to shoot his cable. It caught and he had it pull you both to the surface. He pulled you mostly out of the water, and pulled your helmet off. You weren’t breathing and he panicked. What was he supposed to do? He wasn’t strong enough to give you CPR, but he didn’t have to worry about that as his father landed next to him. “Back up”, he told him.

Boba moved in reflex as he watched his father give you CPR. It didn’t take long to get you breathing again as you coughed up water. You sat up quickly much to your protesting back, and made sure to lock onto Boba then once noticing he was alright you looked to Jango. “Boba are you alright?”, you questioned frantically looking back to him. “I’m…”, Boba went to say, but was cut off. “What do you think you were doing!?”, Jango boomed. “She needed…”, Boba started, but was cut off a second time.

“It was stupid, and you know better. You could have been hurt or even killed. You almost got (Y/N) killed by being a distraction”, he growled. “Jango”, you tried to gain his attention. “You disobeyed me, and don’t you try to defend his actions!”, Jango yelled turning towards you. “Don’t raise your voice at me. He did what any Mandalorian warrior would do”, you calmly stated. “No he isn’t a warrior! He is a boy, and he needs to learn that there are consequences. When you get back to Slave I you will take that armor, and when we land you will take it back to the armorer!”, he raised his voice at you again.

You stopped knowing that anything you said at this point would only anger Jango more. You knew Boba was crying even with the helmet on, and Jango had you take him back towards Slave I as he took the bounty to the Wookies. When the door closed to Slave I Boba pulled his helmet off and ran into your arms as he cried. “I only wanted to help”, he sobbed. “I know, and you did well. The way you deflected that blow earlier was greatly executed”, you praised trying to get him to stop crying.

You let him cry as you sat down on one of the cots in the cargo hold. You ran your fingers through his hair as he calmed down. “I wish you had been my mom”, he sniffled. “Why is that?”, you asked. “Because you treat me like a mom would”, he replied. He was quiet and that’s when you realized he was asleep. He was still in the armor, and you knew that wouldn’t be comfortable.

Jango had just made it into the ship when he saw you pulling Boba’s armor and boots off. He watched as you covered him up, and kissed his head. Jango melted some at that, but he was still angry about the incident earlier. You looked up as Jango walked past you, and the anger behind his gaze was still smoldering. You gave him a glare right back, and he huffed as he made his way to the cockpit.

Half way back home Boba woke up, and you were there laying on another cot. “(Y/N) is my buir still mad at us?”, he questioned. “I’m not sure Boba”, you sighed. “Do you think my Buir would marry you?”, he interrogated. You were completely caught off guard as you responded, “Well I...I don’t know. why?”, you urged. “Well if he did you would be my mom, and maybe he would be able to get me a baby brother or sister”, Boba answered. “Boba how do you think you would get a baby brother or sister?”, you asked flustered.

“I don’t know. The same way I was made I guess”, he mumbled. You coughed to cover up your red face as you imagined the way Jango would get you pregnant. Images of you heavily pregnant as Jango ran his hand over your swollen belly, and chuckling when the baby kicked. You came back to yourself when Slave I landed, and you absentmindedly put your hand over your belly. You chuckled as Boba grabbed his armor and handed it to you.

Jango didn’t say a word as you three made your way back to the house. You watched as Boba went to his room closing the door. Jango turned to watch you as you grabbed cooking utensils. “You should go, and let him know you're not mad”, you announced. “I am mad”, he huffed. “No you're not mad at him. You're mad at me and yourself for giving him the armor and letting him come along”, you told him.

You turned the heat on, and put a pan down to start cooking. When you turned around he was right in front of you, and he pulled you into him to kiss you. The kiss was angry and rushed as he pulled at your shirt. “Jango… I’m trying to...COOK!”, you squeaked as he groped your breast, and licked up your neck. “You know I saw those images. Did you project them on purpose hmm?”, he quizzed.

“What”, you moaned. “The images of how I would get you pregnant, and how you would look if I did. Force users always giving you glimpses of what could be. Is that what you want. For me to fuck a baby into you”, he growled nipping at your throat. “Jango let me cook”, you whimpered, definitely not wanting him to stop. He did and slowly let himself calm down as you tried to focus on cooking. “This isn’t over”, he grunted as he made his way to Boba’s room to talk. Boba’s door opened and you could hear Boba giggling, and when they came around the corner Boba sitting on his father's shoulders.

You watched as he pulled him off, and tossed him on a couch to tickle him. ‘He would make such a fine husband, and future father if you decided to have children’, your father's voice rang through your thoughts. You remembered him telling you that as you described how you felt about Jango. You smiled as you remembered getting so flustered as your father also told you that it would be just like her mother and him when they got married. You shook your head as you continued cooking.

You thought about how Jango reacted to the thought of him getting you pregnant, and you understood that he was somewhat angry, but the way he had dirty talked about fucking a baby into you had your pussy growing wet. Why was this affecting you so much were your hormones deciding to mess with you or was it just the thought of the act of sex. You let your mind wander and it drifted into Jango’s mind as he now sat on the couch watching you cook.

Every once in a while he would glance over in your direction, and you would blush and look away. Dinner was finished and as you all ate Boba looked straight at his father to ask a question. “Dad how come I can’t have a brother or sister?”, he asked. You choked a little on your food as Jango stiffened in his seat. “Because I only wanted one of you. Could you imagine how much trouble it would be to chase two of you around”, Jango chuckled.

You could imagine it right now actually and woah where were these thoughts coming from. The dinner table got quiet again as Jango looked at you noticing the red flush in your cheeks. “You okay (Y/N). You look flushed”, Jango grinned. “Yes, I’m fine”, you grumbled. Dinner went quickly and Boba took his sanisteam before bed and Jango tucked him in. You must be hormonal because your skin felt hot, and your pussy was soaked. Just a look from Jango had you biting your lip.

When Jango entered the room and closed the door you pounced pushing him against the door. You clawed at his shirt and he was almost dumbfounded as you pulled his shirt off him, and kissed him feverishly. He was shocked to say the least as you sucked and bit at his neck. You tore your shirt off your body then your bra, and went back in to bite and suck marks down his chest. You pulled his pants and underpants all the way down and took him in your mouth.

“Ah (Y/N) KRIFF! Easy cya’re”, he told you. You pulled off him with a pop as you realized that was the first time he had ever used that mando'a endearment. He reached his hand down to cup your face, but you pulled away and took him back in your mouth. He almost doubled over as you kept going. He was close, but right before he went over you stopped, and he growled at you when you pulled away. You stood and shed your pants and panties to crawl onto the bed. “Jango please I need you”, you whined as Jango climbed onto the bed behind you. He was starting to feel hot same as you, but this wasn’t a normal heat from sex and then he realized you both must have brushed against a plant.

“(Y/N) we need to stop. I think the reason we feel like this is because of a plant we brushed past on Kashyyyk”, he groaned as you ground back into him. He was starting to go hazy, but he mustered the strength and will power to get you in the sanisteam. Immediately after you showered you had cooled down, but you were still horny. Jango couldn’t take anymore of your teasing as he bent you forward and took you from behind. You moaned loudly as he thrusts into you without slowing. He reached down to rub your clit, and you came with a wailing cry as he pushed into you to fill you.

Jango was still hard as he started up another rhythm, and you pushed back into his thrusts. It felt like your insides were melting as he hit every spot. The plant must have had aphrodisiac properties, and oh fuck he was hitting a spot that had you cumming again. He filled you as he grunted out your name. He pulled out of you to pick you up and pushed your back against the shower wall. He entered you again still hard, and usually he would need time to come back from his high.

You both came five times in the shower, and he wasn’t slowing. You both dried off and he carried you to the bed where he dropped you and climbed over top of you. He looked down as he took you again placing a hand over your lower belly. He slowed for a moment and looked up to you as if trying to clear his head. His skin still felt like it was on fire, and you still wanted him to keep fucking you. “Maybe I should take your father's advice. Marry you and have a couple of kids”, he told you.

That sobered you up some, but you and Jango had grown close. “You could be a mother to Boba. He asks why I haven’t married you yet”, he told you snapping his hips into you. “If I asked you to marry me would you”, he panted. You thought about it as he started thrusting into you again. “Yes I would”, you cried as he hit that spot. He had you cumming twice within minutes and he filled you both times. The effects of whatever it was didn’t wear off until late into the night.

You both collapsed after many rounds of sex, and when you woke up he was holding you to him, and you noticed he was still inside you. Then the events of last night hit you and what Jango had asked you. You let him slip out of you as you showered again, and got dressed to make breakfast. You had said yes to marrying Jango, and would he remember it. You had been together for months now, and you didn’t know why but it felt right. You weren’t under the influence of anything anymore, and if Jango remembered last night you made up your mind you would marry the man.

Jango woke to find you gone, and he was a mess so he jumped into the shower. Then the events of last night hit him. He had asked you to marry him, and he stopped breathing when he remembered you had said yes. Once he was dressed he made his way to the kitchen to find you in his shirt and when you turned around he was only wearing pants. You could see the marks you left on him, and blushed as he made his way over to you. He pulled you to him and kissed you.

“Do you remember last night”, he hummed, smiling. “Yes”, you replied. “So you remember what I asked”, he said. “I do”, you responded. “Will you marry me (Y/N)?”, he questioned. You smiled up at him, “Yes Jango I will”. He pulled you in for a kiss when you heard clapping. You both pulled apart to see your father standing in the doorway. “It’s about karking time”, he said. He congratulated you both then went to his room to unpack. Boba sauntered in as you and Jango both made breakfast.

“Boba I have a serious question for you and you have to answer honestly”, Jango told his son. “Okay what is it?”, Boba questioned. “Would you like to have a mother?”, Jango smirked. “Yeah”, Boba said, looking at you. “Well you're in luck because I asked (Y/N) to marry me last night, and she said yes”, Jango finished. “You mean that (Y/N) is going to be my mom!”, he exclaimed. You both nodded and he ran to your side and hugged you, then he hugged his father.

Boba waited patiently for his breakfast beaming about the news, and your father joined him at the table. “We need to start planning a wedding”, your father told you. “Nothing fancy, just simple, and traditional Mandoan wedding”, you explained. Jango chuckled at you as you gave him a look. Silence enveloped the table as you all ate, and out of the blue the question arose. “So does this mean I’m getting a brother or sister?”, Boba questioned. You turned absolutely red as your father looked at you then Jango almost shocked. “Not yet son, but maybe later”, Jango said, not wanting to make eye contact with your father as he remembered last night.

[loridrabbles]

A very long overdue masterlist

Get ready to scroll because I’ve done a lot the past few months lmao

☆♡Aus and Ocs♡☆

Clone Nobility Au

Winged Clone Au | Dating a Clone Headcanons

☆♡Headcanons♡☆

Rex

Flirting Headcanons

S/o Death Headcanons

Depression Headcanons

Bad Habits Headcanons

Unexpected Children Headcanons

Fluff Headcanon

Medic s/o Headcanons

Confessed Feelings Headcanons

What Gets Him Flustered Slight Nsfw

Pregnant Secret S/o Headcanons

Nsfw Alphabet

Mandalorian/ Din Djarin

Mandalorian Culture Headcanons

Echo

Depression Headcanons

Bad Habits Headcanons

Unexpected Children Headcanons

Medic s/o Headcanons

Confessed Feelings Headcanons

Dating Headcanons

Dogma

Boyfriend Headcanons

Cody

S/o Death Headcanons

Nsfw Alphabet

Depression Headcanons

Medic s/o Headcanons

Confessed Feelings Headcanons

What Gets Him Flustered Headcanons

Fives

S/o Death Headcanons

Depression Headcanons

Bad Habits Headcanons

Unexpected Children Headcanons

Medic s/o Headcanons

Confessed Feelings Headcanons

Pregnant Secret S/o Headcanons

Nsfw Alphabet

Hearts (OC)

NSFW Alphabet

Jesse

Bad Habits Headcanons

Hardcase

Unexpected Children Headcanons

Wolffe

S/o Death Headcanons

Kix

Injured s/o

Unexpected Children Headcanons

Pregnant Secret S/o Headcanons

Jango Fett

Nsfw Alphabet

Mentor Headcanons

Obi Wan

Headcanons

Anakin

Headcanons

Dark Headcanon

Padmé

Headcanons

☆♡Oneshots♡☆

Waxer

Baby, Please, Baby

Dogma

Convince Me | Tup+Dogma x Reader (nsfw)

The Mandalorian 

One Night | Mandalorian x Reader

Tiny Helmet | The Mandalorian x Reader

A Freezing Night | Mandalorian x Reader

Cody

Cody x Medic!Reader

Cody x Flirty Jedi!Reader

Crushing | Commander Cody x Reader

Share Me | Rex x Cody x Reader nsfw

Cody x Sick Reader

Fives

Don't Leave Me (Fives x Reader)

I Love You and it Scares Me (Fives x Reader)

Command Center Capers | (Fives x Reader) Nsfw

Birthday | Fives x Reader

Thunder Storm | Dad!Fives x Mom!Reader

Fives x Reader (Drabble)

Kix

Don't Scare Me Again | Kix x Reader

I'm Here Tonight | Kix x pregnant!Reader

Please Eat | Kix x Reader

Tup

Convince Me | Tup+Dogma x Reader (nsfw)

Rex

Nsfw Angry Sex (Rex x Reader)

Moon Festival (Rex x Reader)

Warmth (Rex x Reader)

Midnight Tea Time | Captain Rex x Reader

Control | Captain Rex x Reader (nsfw)

Not Your Fault | Rex x Reader

Spartan | Captain Rex x Reader (nsfw)

Drunk in Love | Captain Rex x Reader (nsfw)

Rex x Jedi Reader (Drabble)

Nights Like This | Captain Rex x Reader 

Slaves | Captain Rex x Reader (nsfw)

Echo

Phantom Pains (Echo x Jedi!Reader)

Please Eat | Echo x Reader

Hardcase

Sweatshirt | Hardcase x Reader

Body | Hardcase x Reader

Wolffe

Wolffe x Reader Prompt

Jealous Wolffe x Reader

Wolffe x Sick Reader

501st/212th

Cupcakes (501st x Reader)

Care to Join? (501st x reader) nsfw

Rally | Platonic 501st x Reader

Boba Fett

Teen!Boba x Reader

That Would Be Enough

Kylo Ren

Kylo x Singer!Reader

☆♡Full Stories♡☆

Fives

Habenda Et Tenenda (Fives x Jedi!Reader):

Part 1 | Part 2 | Excerpt | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 (coming soon: Estimated arrival, Fall 2020)

Jango Fett

United (Jango Fett x Reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Dogma

Imprisoned (Dogma x Reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 (nsfw)| Part 10 | Part 11| Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21

The Mandalorian

Promise | The Mandalorian x Blind Reader

Part 1 |Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

☆♡Sugar Daddy AU♡☆

Rex

Hardcase

[clonewarslover55]

Masterlist for mostly non-clone characters

Find my masterlist of links here! (The clones are all in there) 

Begun: originally  6/16/20

Updated: 1/5/21

Boba is on this one! I know he’s technically a clone but oh well :) 

Jango Fett

Jango Fett relationship headcanons //SFW and NSFW//

Pregnancy sex with Jango Fett //SMUT//

Father and son time with Jango and Boba  

Jango Fett X BountyHunter!Reader raising Boba headcanons

Never trick a Mandalorian

Being bred by Jango //SMUT//

Jango Fett X Fem!Reader //SMUT//

Boba Fett(All ages)

Father and son time with Jango and Boba

Jango Fett X BountyHunter!Reader raising Boba headcanons

Boba Fett relationship headcanons SFW and NSFW

Boba Fett with pregnant!Reader headcanons

Being bred by Boba Fett at Jabba’s Palace //SMUT//

Pleasuring Boba Fett while Fennec watches //NSFW//

Waking Boba with a morning blowjob //NSFW//

Fighting Boba Fett and defending him from the racist

Pegging Boba Fett //NSFW//

Fun in the snow with Boba Fett

An old lover. Boba Fett X GN!Reader

The stranger. An Old Man Boba Fett drabble +Part two+ 

Bad news. An Old Man Boba Fett drabble

Hard to Kill (All three parts linked in story)

Boba Fett X GenderNeutral!Reader //FLUFF//

Boba’s lesson on not touching his stuff //SMUT//

Boba Fett X Fem!Reader //Smut and Fluff//

Din Djarin 

Nothing. He’s mentioned in a few others but nothing all about him yet :( 

Cobb Vanth 

Celebrating. Cobb Vanth X Fem!Reader //SMUT//

Bo Katan 

Spicy Bo Katan headcanons //NSFW//

Embo 

Christmas with Embo

Darth Maul 

Cat and Mouse  Darth Maul X ForceSensitive!Fem!Reader //SMUT//

How he said “I love you”

How he asked her to be his girlfriend

Luke Skywalker 

Luke Skywalker X Fem!Reader //Smut and fluff//

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Chapter 4 — The Trip

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Pairing: Jango Fett x reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Fluff, hormonal crying, angst, discussion of past loss, allusion to sex, pregnancy, more fluff

Summary: You spend some time getting to know the young clones, and get the opportunity to finally do some traveling with Jango before the arrival of the new baby

Please note! This fem!reader has a name used for story telling purposes only, other than that she is left entirely up to your interpretation for appearance! 

As the weeks passed by your unbridled joy dimmed slightly due to the newfound nausea that now kept you from eating, and the fatigue that prevented you from doing much other than sitting around the apartment. Despite feeling less spry than usual, you still made a point to go down to incubation rooms, the clones were growing at an alarming rate. By the eighth week of your pregnancy the first batch of clones are days away from being fully developed, though the Kaminoans have explained they will stay in their growth chambers longer than natural born babies and this batch in particular will be grown in their growth tubes longer still. They are destined to be the leaders, commanders in the wars to come, the strongest and bravest of all their brothers.

You’ve grown attached to the unborn clones, all of them. Their numbers are higher than you can count already, with more being created every day. You’ve been told there will be upwards of three million clone troopers created on this planet within the next couple years. You find yourself wondering how each one will differ from their brothers; which ones will be sweet and gentle, which ones will be fierce and strong, how many will excel at strategy and tact and how many will be talented pilots and sharpshooters. You wonder if maybe all of them will be exactly the same, though you can’t imagine that would be possible. Even identical twins can’t stand on the same spot at the same time and see the world exactly the same way, surely each one will be special and unique in their own way. You promise yourself that you’ll work to find those special differences. You often find yourself wondering what the baby in your belly will be like. You haven’t even started showing yet but his heart is already beating, strong and steady the doctors tell you.

“Farrah!” Jango calls into the apartment as he comes inside.

“In here!” You respond from the bedroom. Jango comes in and has to stifle a laugh at seeing you seated cross legged on the bed surrounded by what looks like a fortress of folded laundry.

“What are you doing?” He laughs, coming into the room. You click off your datapad sitting on your lap and look guiltily at your half finished chore.

“Well, I got too tired standing to fold the laundry so I sat down. But I realized if I climb over it to get off the bed and put it all away I’ll knock it over and have to refold it again, and that is just not an option here,” you state with surety.

He shakes his head with a laugh and leans over the offending stacks of folded shirts to kiss your forehead. “Well then let me help put some of this away and free you from this linen prison,”

He takes the tallest stack and begins putting the clothes into the drawers of the tall dresser against the wall. You take the opportunity to climb off the bed without disturbing the piles, upon getting your feet on the ground and feeling the full effects of gravity on your pregnant body, you dart into the fresher to relieve yourself.

You exit the fresher with washed hands and a shake of your head. “Little menace is going to squish my bladder the whole time isn’t he?” You joke, moving to help Jango put away the rest of the laundry.

Over dinner Jango brings up where you would like to go, and when you feel comfortable leaving for what you’re now calling your babymoon.

“Well the doctors say I’ll likely have more energy in the second trimester, so maybe in a month or two. I want to enjoy this trip,” you tell him.

“And have you narrowed down the list of places you’d like to visit?” He asks, collecting the dirty dinner plates, taking them to the sink to be washed.

“Well I’d like to see snow and mountains like we talked about. And the tide pools on that ocean plane. But other than that, I just want to explore a bit,” you say “I wouldn’t mind if you picked a few surprise places just for fun,”

Jango hums, drying the flatware. “I can arrange that,” he’s got an idea, one that he’d actually been hoping to bring up. But if you were open to surprise locations for this babymoon, it would work out perfectly.

The weeks continue to pass, you feel less sick and your belly shows signs of swelling. In that time the first batches of clones are officially born and their training begins. You’re amazed by how quickly they pick up speech and motor skills, no doubt a product of spending extra time in incubation chambers and their genetic modifications.

When you first get to meet them you’re taken aback, a room full of healthy little boys. Dark curly hair, deeply tan skin, and warm amber eyes. Most of them are curious and talkative, and they take to their training like… well, like they were born for it.

You pass by their educational center on your daily walks, and always take a minute to stop in and greet them. They ask you questions about what planet you came from, if you like reading books, if you know any of the martial arts they’re learning, and they love to ask you about your baby bump.

“He’s your little brother,” you tell the oldest of the batches, already so much taller and broader than their younger brothers. They crowd around you, little hands rub over your tummy.

“Why isn’t he in a growth chamber?” One of them asks, Cody, you think if you’re remembering correctly.

“This is how natural born babies grow, in their mama’s tummy,” you explain.

“Can he hear you talking?” Another asks, Bly, pretty sure that’s Bly.

“Well, he’s only been in there for 16 weeks so not yet. He needs to grow a little bigger before his ears develop,” you hope this won’t invite questions about how he got in there.

“How long does he have to stay in your tummy?” This one is Rex, he’s easy to separate from his batch mates due to his significantly lighter hair. Harmless mutations, the Kaminoans had said, it’s likely many will have a few phenotype variances.

“Another 24 weeks,” you happily tell them “then he’ll be born a tiny little baby just like you all were. But he’ll take longer to grow up. He didn’t get any growth medicine like everyone else,”

“Why isn’t he getting any growth medicine?” You can’t quite distinguish who this one is, a toss up between Fox or Wolffe. But you’re leaning towards Wolffe, he tends to ask you more questions.

“His buir didn’t want him to grow faster, I suppose he wants the baby to stay little for longer,” you reply.

You cherish these moments of going down to visit the cadets. Jango used to accompany you and answer questions as well, but he’s been pulling away lately. It bothers you a little bit, all the cadets think so highly of him, and he really doesn’t spend any time with them. Instead he’s been spending more and more time during the day on recording training drills for when they get older, developing simulations to test their skills, and of course having to make continuous donations of DNA to keep the numbers growing— though he doesn’t get as sick as he did the first time. Something you add to the ever growing list of things to bring up with him when a good opportunity presents itself.

At 20 weeks you’re excitedly packing your maternity clothes into a bag. You’ve been feeling exceptionally good considering how sick and exhausted you were just a few weeks ago. Jango’s pretty excited too, though he’s doing a better job of hiding it.

“We should think about picking up baby things while we’re on this little vacation,” you say zipping up your bag and placing it at the end of the bed.

“What did you have in mind?” Jango asks finishing up his own travel bag. He has an idea of what things would need to be purchased for their impending bundle of joy, but he was curious to see what you would deem necessary.

“Well you know, obvious things like a crib and bedding. I’ve been researching one that we can convert into a toddlers bed instead of buying a whole new bed when he grows into it. And a change table. Infant clothes. Baby bottles, burp rags, a breast pump, swaddles,” you rattle off a list.

Admittedly Jango had only thought about half of those items, thank the maker you thought of things like burp rags. He chuckled at your listing, and leaned over you where you were seated on the bed to kiss your forehead.

“Tell you what. If we see things on the trip you want for the baby we’ll get them. But I’ll take you on a separate trip specifically to buy things for the ad’ika,” he places a hand on your belly “This trip is for you,”

“For us,” you remind him, placing your hand over his.

“Yes,” he chuckles “for us,”

In the morning Jango takes the bags and packs them up in his ship before you’ve even woken up, and gets a small breakfast he knows you can usually stomach ready. You wake up to the smell of caf brewing in the kitchen, thank the maker your doctors said you could still have caf if you limit your intake to one cup a day. You join Jango in the kitchen, and gladly accept the warm mug he presses into your hands.

“I swear I would have turned and ran the other direction if the doctors told me I couldn’t have caf,” you mumbled, inhaling the rich aroma and taking a sip.

Jango laughs and shakes his head, raising his mug to his own lips while he minds the eggs cooking away on the stove. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

The two of you share eggs and toast and sip your coffee, while listening to the pounding rain on windows, one of the constant things on Kamino, the torrential downpour. He cleans up the few dirty plates and the pan he used to cook while you head back to the bedroom and change into the clothes you plan to travel in today. He joins you and follows suit, changing into his own traveling clothes. He decided not to wear the armor since today would just be a travel day, but he’s bringing it to wear on some of the more densely populated planets he’s planning to take you to.

Soon after he’s helping you climb up into the cockpit, and you’re getting settled into the copilots seat. Jango decided that it would be best to travel to the farthest planet away from Kamino first and work backwards from there, with the notable exception of his big finale. You said you wanted a few surprises on this trip, he could only hope that his little plan would be an enjoyable surprise for you.

You haven’t left Kamino since arriving just over 6 months ago, it’s all been such a whirlwind preparing for and now being pregnant you almost didn’t realize how much time has passed. The rumble of the ship's engines still makes you nervous just like the first time but now you’re even more excited than before. It’s a little scary trying to leave the stormy atmosphere of Kamino, you don’t remember it being this bad coming in.

“Relax,” Jango soothes, sensing your anxiety as the ship climbs higher and higher into the atmosphere “don’t you trust me?”

One hand grips the arm rest of your seat, the other wraps protectively around your swollen belly. You glance over at him and see he’s smirking as he watches the clouds through the viewing shield.

“You haven’t given me a reason not to, but that does not make this any less nerve wracking darling. I didn’t grow up flying around the galaxy,” you quip at him hoping to get another playful response.

“This trip will be good for you then. Show you taking and off and landing is only scary if you’re crashing,” he’s working hard not to show too much of his pleasure at watching you jitter with anxiety and excitement.

“You better not crash this ship!”

The trip through hyperspace takes the better part of a full standard day. You pass the time reading on your datapad, gleefully chatting with Jango about anything that comes to mind, and a handful of naps. You’re just waking up from a particularly nice nap under the thin but soft blanket Jango draped over you to keep warm, to see a planet coming into view. It’s decently sized and covered in white land masses.

You sit up quickly, eyes wide with excitement.

“Is that what I think is?” You ask bouncing a little in your seat.

He chuckles “Yes, cyar’ika. Snow was at the top of your wish list so it’s the first thing you’re getting to see,”

You reach over across the short distance between your two seats and place a hand of his thigh giving it a little squeeze. You can’t help but give a happy little close lipped squeal, as you tap your feet excitedly. Jango grins at your reaction, happy his plans are working out so far.

The second Jango gets the ship landed you’re scrambling down the ladder and rearing to go. Jango helps you slip on a coat before lowering the ramp.

“Be careful cyare, the ground might be slippery and I don’t want you taking a fall,” he tells you. You promise to be careful. He lowers the ramp and you have to stop yourself from sprinting full out down the ramp like a child. Instead you force yourself to walk, albeit a fast walk, down the ramp and into the fluffy and surprisingly crunchy snow.

It’s absolutely beautiful. Everywhere you look powdery white snow blankets the surroundings. The ground under your feet, the mountains in the distance, the limbs of the trees a few yards away hang heavy with it, you're surprised it doesn’t slide off. Suddenly you feel overwhelmed and there are tears streaming down your face.

Jango comes up beside you with a pair of light gloves to slide onto your hands so they don’t get cold, he notices your tears.

“Are you okay?” He helps you get the gloves on, and slides his own gloved hands up to rest on your shoulders, stroking gently. You meet his eyes and break down further into choked sobs.

“I’m sorry,” you sob “I don’t know why I’m crying. Everything is just so beautiful,”

Jango has to suppress an outright fit of laughter, he knows your hormones are running rampant at the moment and big feelings like this are overwhelming. He opens his arms and takes you in for a warm hug.

“It’s okay cyare, as long as they’re happy tears,” he says with a smile tenderly stroking the hair at the back of your head. It’s become thicker and fuller since becoming pregnant, a tell tale sign you’re carrying a boy, not that there was ever any doubt of that given the circumstances.

After a couple of minutes you push Jango away from you and wipe off your face with the sleeve of your heavy coat. “Why am I just standing here crying, when I could be playing in snow for the first time in my life?”

You spend hours with Jango playing in the snow and wandering around the beautiful wintery woods of this little planet. But soon you’re feeling a little chilled and starting to get tired, Jango notices you’re slowing down a bit and starts to lead you back to the ship. You’re a little reluctant, you waited your whole life to see snow. But you also know that you are in no condition to be over exerting yourself at the moment.

“Come on, let’s go lay down for a nap. The snow will still be here when you wake up,” he assures you as you walk up the lightly snow dusted ramp to the ship. A nap actually does sound extremely appealing, so you let Jango lead you to the sleeping quarters on the ship. He helps you shed the massive fluffy parka, and sits you down on the bed. You’ve officially reached the point in your pregnancy where your belly is starting to get in the way of bending all the way over, putting on your boots, and maneuvering your legs with ease; so Jango drops down to one knee and undoes the laces of your boots and removes them for you.

“I wish I could help you get undressed and cozy,” you pout. He shakes his head, and helps you lay back on the pillows.

“As if you don’t undress me any chance you get,” he teases, stepping away to rid himself of his own boots and parka before slipping into the bed. Unlike you, he did not nap on the journey here and he was more exhausted than he was letting on.

“Guilty,” you shrug, reaching out from him under the covers. He indulges you and draws you in close, your skin has warmed up considerably since coming in from the cold. He would never admit it but he was getting a little worried before. He’s actively been trying not to micromanage you or be a helicopter husband.

The thought pulls him up short. You’ve already drifted off in his arms, but he’s wide awake now despite his exhaustion. This is the first time he’s ever thought of himself as your husband. You’d only been together for about six months, surely that is too soon to be thinking about things like that. But then again, you were already having his baby and he had already made you the kind of promises he would only ever consider making to a spouse.

He studies your sweet face, and wonders if you’ve thought about marriage too. Not a whole lot would change if you did. You’d still live together, sleep in the same bed, go about your daily tasks and activities and come back together at the end of the day, you would still raise this child together, he would still fuck you, and long to say those three magic words. He wants to say those words. That’s what would change, he would declare his love for you and promise to be one with you for the rest of time. You’d probably have more children together, maybe take his family name if you want it. He wants these things so badly, so much that he would give up every credit he had just to hear those words come out of your mouth and live in that version of the future where the two of you could just be happy and have only each other and a house full of children. These thoughts scare him, it’s been a very long time since he allowed himself to feel like this. But with you, he finds he just can’t help himself. Eventually he falls asleep to the thought of whispering the words of the Mandalorian wedding vow with you.

The rest of the trip is just as fun filled and joyous as that first day. From playing in the snow, to visiting a tropical beach planet where you get to try exotic fruits, learn to dance with the locals and see all the wildlife in the natural tide pools left by the sea, to a beautiful cityscape where you get to see performances of live music, try expensive food, and yes shop to your heart's content. By the end of your two week baby moon you’re sure that Jango has spoiled you for life. You love traveling, experiencing new things, trying different new foods, and meeting all sorts of people. And you make sure to thank him for it every single day on this trip.

“There’s only one stop left,” he tells you, plugging in the coordinates he has never forgotten. You’ve learned not to ask, it is evident that he loves making each new stop a surprise for you. So instead you burrow down into your seat, and pull the blanket that now lives in the cockpit for solely your use, up around you.

“Is this going to be a long jump or a short one?” you ask

“A short one. Won’t even take longer than an hour,” he assures you “but you can still get in a nap,”

And nap you do. At 22 weeks pregnant you’re still feeling that “second trimester energy boost” but you do find that you can and will nap at any moment if given the opportunity. The entire hour spent making this the jump to the last destination of your vacation, Jango is fidgeting. He’s never been more nervous in his life, he’s more nervous than when he asked to be part of all of this.

The ship drops out of hyperspace, and you open your eyes.

“Where are we now?” You ask with a sleepy smile. He doesn’t answer for a long moment.

“This is Concord Dawn. I was born here,” he finally says. You’re not sure what to say, but you turn your attention to the planet coming into view. You reach out for him without taking your eyes off the planet, and place a warm hand on his knee. He’s grateful for it and it’s reassurance.

He carefully pilots down to the surface of the planet at the edge of a settlement. You’re less excited and more curious about this destination, clearly this stop is important to Jango so you’re making a point to be engaged and receptive to it. He’s quiet, more so than usual, as he leads you off the ship and walks arm in arm with you down to the marketplace of the settlement. You’re reminded of the first trip the two of you took together, where he asked you to be part of this process and take a chance on having a relationship with him.

He’s a little more talkative when you get into the town and start shopping around, but you can tell he’s holding back. He’s very tense, and it’s putting you a little on edge. Finally you decide you’re gonna do something about it, as the two of you are walking you see a gap between two buildings forming a small alleyway of sorts. When you pass it, you yank his arm and pull him down the alley with you. His eyes are wide with concern and confusion, especially when he looks at you and sees a gentle smile on your face.

You lean back against the wall, mostly to relieve your aching back, but you slide your hands up his arms to cradle either side of his neck.

“You’re upset,” you say, taking care to keep your tone soothing and your facial expression neutrally sympathetic.

“I’m not upset,” he says trying to pull away. You maintain your hold on him, and give him a look.

“Yes you are, tell me what’s wrong” you insist. He shifts uncomfortably and looks around

“I haven’t been back here in years. I didn’t expect everything to be exactly the same, but it is. I was hoping at least some things would have changed,” he says gruffly. That was not what you were expecting. You slide your hands up to his face gently tracing his lip with the pad of your thumb.

“What happened? Why does it need to change?” you ask gently. He takes your wrists, and carefully removes them from his face. But he doesn’t let go.

“Can we talk about this later, when we’re not in a skanky alleyway?” he asks, you laugh and shake your head, standing back up straight.

“Yes, but we are going to talk about this,” you say, looping your arm back with his and continuing down the market path.

You spend the rest of the day wandering the market, tasting local food, and buying a few items here and there. Jango still seems a little tense, but less so now. After a nice dinner in town, the two of you head back to the ship for the night. The sleeping quarters on Slave I are not the most roomy, but the bed is comfortable. You get ready for bed in the little fresher just off of the sleeping quarters, mulling over how you want to bring up what happened earlier today. You’re unable to come up with a good plan, so you just decide to wing it.

The room is dim, and Jango is sitting on his side of the bed, feet planted firmly on the ground looking down at his hands. He’s frowning down at them. You step towards him wordlessly and reach for his hands, bringing them up to rest on either side of your protruding belly. He makes circles with his thumbs and hums. You reach out and tilt his face up to look you in the eye.

“Talk to me,” you whisper stroking his cheek with the back of your knuckles. He scoots back onto the bed and pulls you to sit on his lap.

“I was just a little boy, I lived here with my family. We were farmers, we raised animals and grew crops. I used to play out in the fields with my little sister, cook with my mother, and help my father tend to the animals. It was a good life,” he starts out, still running his hands over your belly. Tracing patterns over your night shirt. “I don’t remember much about my parents, can’t say I ever even knew their given names,”

“What happened to them?” you ask quietly

“We were attacked. People came in the night. Slaughtered our animals, burnt our crops. Cut my mother and father down. I tried to take little Arla with me, but she let go of my hand and I lost her in the darkness. When the sun rose, our house was nothing more than a pile of ash,” he goes on. You have to bite your lip to keep yourself from crying.

“Why did you want to come back here?” you ask, taking in a deep breath to keep your tears at bay.

“I needed to see it. I need you to see it. This is where I came from, where I was found by my father, the legacy I carry, the legacy you’re carrying,” his hands still over the fullest part of your belly.

“Your legacy?” you ask

“Not mine exactly, my fathers,” he answers, resuming tracing mindless patterns with his finger tips. He lays back against the pillows, and you slide down to follow him. Placing your head on his chest and sliding your hand up to trace your own patterns over his neck and collar bone.

“Tell me about your father,” you ask him gently

“His name was Jaster. He found me in the wake of the destruction of my family’s homestead. He took me in, raised me as his own, taught me everything he knew. How to fly a ship, shoot a blaster, what it means to be a Mandalorian. He taught me to be a man. I loved him,” his voice rumbles through his chest

“Then you are his legacy Jango, if you embody everything he did and live your life the best you can, you are his legacy,” you say scraping the tips of your nails gently over his skin

“Hmm, but I won’t be around forever. And Jaster’s legacy must live on after I’m gone,” he says “I told you once that children are part of my culture, but it’s more than that for me. I want to make sure my father’s name does not fade into history, I want him to be remembered as the warrior and the hero he was,”

“And so he shall,” you reply “If that’s what you want for your son, then that’s what he will be. A living legacy. But you have to remember, he will be his own person. You have to give him that freedom to be the person he wants to be,”

Jango smiles, you’re already a brilliant mother, looking out for your baby before he’s even born. “He’s your son too, Farrah. And our son is going to need a name pretty soon,” he covers your hand tracing along his collar bone with his.

“To be honest, I haven’t even thought about names yet. I just kept figuring you already had one picked out since you’ve wanted a son for so long,” you admit “you have anything in mind?”

“Just one,” he replies shifting a little, settling into the pillows “I always liked the name Boba,”

“Boba Fett,” you repeat the name, and nod “It’s a good name, I like it a lot actually,”

“Goes with your family name too if you’d like him to have it,” Jango offers

“Bray? Absolutely not, the Bray line ends with me. No more gamblers and debtors by the name of Bray in this galaxy,” you laugh, your family may not have intended for you to have been born into a lifetime's worth of debt but you still didn’t hold a lot of affection for them. Especially since your parents died young anyway, you didn’t have a ton of time form strong attachments to them. Though you never could get rid of your mother’s iron ring.

Jango laughs too, “Alright no Bray in the name then. You could be a Fett too if you want, leave the name Bray behind you for good,”

You tilt your head up to look at him, finding his gaze already locked on you.

“What are you saying?” ask breathily

“I’m saying I am yours. And you are mine. You’re my family Farrah. I’m saying I love you, and if you’ll let me I’ll love you for the rest of my days,” He thought he would be nervous getting these words out, but he’s never felt more calm and sure of himself in his life.

You sit up as gracefully as you can and straddle him, hands reaching out to caress his cheeks. You can feel tears pricking in your eyes, you sort of assumed that you would stay in his and the baby’s lives after the child was born, but you didn’t dare let yourself hope for a promise of forever.

“You want to marry me?” you ask smiling down at him

“I want to marry you,” he replies “Right here, right now on the ship,”

“Now? We don’t need a witness or a document?” you ask, sliding down a bit so he can sit up too.

“Not for a Mandalorian wedding ceremony. We exchange vows and promise ourselves to each other. It is between no one else but you and me,” he explains, placing one of your hands over your heart, and the other other his. “All you have to do is repeat after me,”

You nod, squeezing his hand and trying to hold back the happy tears in your eyes.

“Mhi solus tome, we are one when together” he starts, you repeat the phrase and press your open palm into his chest

“Mhi solus dar'tome, we are one when parted” he pulls your hands together to rest in your lap between the two of you

“Mhi me'dinui an, we will share all” you thread your fingers through his.

“Mhi ba'juri verde, we will raise warriors” and draws them to rest back on your belly. He’s smiling, so wide you think it must hurt to hold like that. But he can’t help himself.

“Farrah, my beautiful riduur, my perfect wife,” he slides a hand over your jaw and leans forward to kiss you gently.

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Jango Fett x Reader (Plentiful Bounties Chapter 5)

Next chapter guys secrets will be revealed so buckle up. This turned out super long, but it was well worth it. I do not own Star Wars or any characters. WARNINGS: Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, Cute Boba, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Pregnancy, Truth Reveal, Sexy Times and Fluff.

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Boba woke early that morning, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked up to see his father still sleeping so he quietly slipped out of bed and to the kitchen. When he rounded the corner you were making breakfast, and he watched as you used the force to bring a spatula over. He watched intently as you made breakfast, but it startled him when you called his name without even turning around.

“Boba, I hope you're hungry. I made plenty for breakfast this morning. Is your father awake yet?”, you questioned. “No he’s still sleeping”, he replied. “Look what you saw yesterday I promise that I’m not going to hurt you or your father”, you explained. “How long have you been able to do that?”, Boba questioned now intrigued to know more. “Ever since she was born”, your father’s voice rang out.

“But how?”, Boba asked. “Her mother was a force user how else”, your father replied. “Her mom was a slave, how did she use the force”, Boba questioned further. “Her mother wasn’t a slave who told you that?”, your father growled. “(Y/N) did. She said that she was your slave, and that you got her pregnant”, Boba informed. “No her mother was a Jedi that I had a relationship with, and yes she did get pregnant, but she was never a slave”, he told Boba while glaring at you.

“Your mother was a Jedi”, a gruff voice joined in. Jango was glaring at you as he pulled his son behind him as if you were going to hurt him. “Jango I…”, you were interrupted. “No you lied to me, and your mother was a Jedi. Jedi were the ones that forced me and Boba into a life on the run. A Jedi was who killed Zam”, Jango growled out. “I’m not one of them”, you told him nostrils flaring. “You're a force user and they’re all the same”, Jango boomed. 

You winced as your father tried to defuse the situation, but it only angered Jango more. “Boba, we are leaving. Grab your things”, Jango told him. “But Buir she helped us”, Boba grumbled. “Boba go get your things I won’t tell you twice”, he told him. Boba looked at you and then back at his father as you tried to explain yourself. “It’s not like I asked for this”, you shouted. “You should have told me”, he sneered. You tried making your way towards him and he drew one of his blasters. 

“Jango”, you said his name in disbelief. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want to have to shoot you. You should have told me you were a force user”, Jango shook his head. “Son if she told you the truth would it have changed your mind about her?”, your father asked. Jango seemed to think it over, but his mind was made up. Boba came back and pushed past his father to hug you as tears started to gather in your eyes.

Boba sniffled as he clung to you already starting to cry. “I’m sorry Boba, but your father has made up his mind”, you told Boba. “But I don’t want to leave”, he sobbed into your shirt. “Boba lets go”, Jango grumbled. “Boba go ahead”, you told him trying to push him away from you. Boba reluctantly pulled away from you as both him and his father made it to the door. “So none of the caresses or kisses we shared meant anything to you?”, you questioned.

Jango froze on the spot as you waited for an answer. Your father’s eyes went wide at your confession. Boba looked between you and his Buir also waiting for an answer. “No it didn’t mean anything”, he told you solemnly. Jango left with Boba as your father watched you sink to the floor. “You love him don’t you”, he said aloud. “It doesn’t matter now does it”, you told him, getting up with tears in your eyes. You got up and made your way out to the garden where your mother had been buried.

“Why did I have to take after you. You're the reason I had to leave home. You were the reason everyone hated me. I didn’t ask for this! I hate you and wish you hadn’t been my mother”, you sobbed. Your father came up behind you. “You don’t hate her. You know she loved you, and that I had to stop training you. She begged me not to train you in the first place. It’s my fault for training you”, he told you leaving out the door.

Your father tracked Jango and Boba to their ship. “What are you doing here?”, Jango asked already on the defensive. “I’m here to talk to you about why (Y/N) didn’t tell you about her force using ability”, he implored. “I don’t have the time”, Jango huffed. “I want to know”, Boba said. “You didn’t even like her”, Jango told Boba. “Yeah that was before she came to save me and Eya and saved your life”, Boba defiantly said, crossing his arms.

Jango shook his head, but allowed your father onto his ship to talk. “(Y/N)’s mother was a Jedi when I met her. I went to help a good friend of mine on his home planet. She was there to defuse the possible war on the planet. It took me forever to realize that I had a thing for her, and then after that any time she was out this way she would visit me”, your father explained. “And she got pregnant right”, Boba finished. 

“Yes she did and she left the Jedi order to be with me. I loved her and married her as soon as she set foot on Mandalore. When (Y/N) was born we soon realized her power with the force. It scared her mother because she was worried the Jedi would come for her, and she begged me not to train her when she became of age. I didn’t listen and the Jedi came for her. Her mother tried to fight them, and it cost her her life. (Y/N) refused to go with them after that”, he continued.

“So you stopped training her then”, Jango said more to himself. “Yes I stopped training her because she reminded me so much of her mother, and I was afraid to lose her. When she turned eighteen she took off with an old associate of mine as a bounty hunter. She has visited every so often, and I have never seen her as happy as she has been around you and your son. If you don’t feel anything for her then fine, but don’t hurt her because of the past of her mother. She resents the Jedi as much as you do”, your father finished as he walked off the ship.

Jango watched as your father made his way back to the house. Boba was looking up at him waiting to see what would decide to do. “Dad?”, Boba asked. Jango let out a large sigh and turned to look at his son. It wouldn’t hurt to stay here a while. Boba was used to staying on Kamino, and having a permanent home of sorts while he went bounty hunting. “Alright son we’ll stay”, he told him picking up his armor. He packed everything they would need and made their way back to the house. 

You were sitting in front of the three graves of the people you loved trying to find answers. You were so caught up with your emotions that you were knocked over by a small form as they hugged you. When you looked to see Boba glued to your side you hugged him back. “You better not have ran away from your father. You know how grumpy he gets”, you chuckled. “No dad decided we could stay a while”, he excitedly told you. 

You looked up to see Jango watching you as if you were still an enemy. Boba looked to his father and shook his head as you stood up. “I hope you all are okay with breakfast for lunch”, you joked. Boba nodded as he made his way to the kitchen and hopped onto one of the bar stools. You didn’t look at Jango as you passed by him, and flinched a little as he followed you.

You put two plates of food down for Boba and Jango then grabbed a plate to take to your father. Boba dug in like he was starved as Jango watched you take the other plate to your father. “Here is your food Buir”, you told him. He turned around and took his food while watching you carefully. “What did you tell them?”, you questioned. “I told them the whole truth”, he replied. You nodded in response and went back to the kitchen. You made a plate of food and ate in silence until Boba asked for more. You gave him the rest of what you had, and made your way outside.

You grabbed your blades as you walked outside to train. Once Boba was done with his food he ran outside to watch you train. You made slashing motions in wide arcs and slight stabbing motions. “Can I try?”, Boba asked. “Sure here you hold the blade like this”, you told him as you handed him one of the blades. “Now watch me and follow my lead”, you told him. He mimicked you as you swung your blade from one hand to the other. Jango walked outside and watched in silence for a moment until he cleared his throat. 

You froze on the spot as you watched Jango walk towards his son. “Here let me try”, Jango told his son. Boba handed the blade to him as he twirled it a couple of times. “You want to train, then let's see how you train with me”, he told you. You noticed your father telling Boba to stay back, and Jango lunged at you bringing the blade down toward you. You quickly deflected and swung at his legs as he blocked, and pushed you with his shoulder. You stumbled backwards, but recovered quickly staying on the defensive as he swung at you again. 

You brought your blade up and held it there as you looked Jango in the eyes. He was focused on you, and you swore you saw his eyes dilate ever so slightly. He pulled away and went to sing at you again you dodged and spun around him. He swung the blade around cutting your shirt missing your skin by mere inches. You growled as you came at him now taking the offensive you swung at him over and over no matter how many times he deflected. He went to bring his blade up when his arm gave up.

He dropped the blade as you were making a downward cut. You stopped and dropped your weapon as you touched his arm with your hand. He flinched a little until he noticed your concentration. His wound itched and felt warm and he realized what you were doing. Blood started to flow out your nose as you concentrated harder. “(Y/N) stop”, you heard your father say somewhere behind you. You didn’t until you started swaying, and collapsed as Jango grabbed your shoulders to steady you.

You could hear Jango asking what was wrong and your father explaining that when you used the force to heal people it drained you. Jango moved the hair from your face to see the blood trickling down your face. He scooped you up to bring you inside while your father went to get a wet cloth to clean your face. Jango lay you on one of the couches while Boba watched over the back of the couch. “Buir is she going to be okay?”, Boba questioned worriedly. “I’m not sure Boba”, he replied.

“Here I’ll take over, maybe you and Boba can go out and explore Mandalore some. You will probably want to get some clothes that don’t make you stick out here. There are some credits on the table for you to use. It should be enough for clothes and maybe some things to keep Boba occupied”, he told Jango. You were mumbling as you tried to focus and your father tried to get you calmed down and ensure you were safe.

Jango took Boba with him into the markets to buy some clothes. “Buir do you like (Y/N)?”, Boba questioned. Jango almost tripped over his own feet, “Why would you think that ad’ika?”. “Well you seemed to like her when we were on Naboo, and you were sleeping together”, Boba said kicking some rocks. “Why do you want to know so badly if I like her?”, Jango inquired. “Well I remembered asking you about a mom, and I know that I’m a clone, but she takes care of me like a mom would. She also protects me like a mom would”, Boba answered looking anywhere but at his father.

“Well I like her yes, but we have to be careful she could be dangerous”, he told his son. “Just because Zam was killed doesn’t mean all force users are bad right. I mean she could have killed you when we found Eya, and she has gotten us this far. She even saved your life”, Boba admitted. Jango thought about it as they shopped and bought clothes for their stay. He thought about what Boba had said.

It was true that he had felt something for her, and hell he had even masturbated to her when he took that bounty. Kriff, he really did like her, and damn it he had made up his mind. They stayed out for a while until dusk started to set in. Once they entered the house they were met with the smell of food, and (Y/N) who was getting plates together. “Glad you all are back, hope you're both hungry”, she told them. 

Boba was first to dig in followed by Jango and (Y/N)’s father. She ate silently as Boba struck up a conversation with her father. Everyone parted after that, but (Y/N) stayed behind to clean the dishes. Once Boba was asleep in his own room that your father had prepared Jango came back to the kitchen. He walked up behind you and pushed you against the counter. You would be lying if you said you had no idea he was there. Jango had you pinned as both of his arms had you trapped. He shut the water off and turned you around to face him.

He gave you no warning as he dove down to claim your lips. You whimpered as he bit and sucked at your bottom lip. You knew what he wanted, but making him work for it was your game plan. He grabbed hold of the back of your head and bit a little harder on your lower lip. You allowed him access as he explored your mouth. The night when he had pinned you to the bed ran through your head.

He tangled his fingers in your hair, and almost like the night with the whiskey he pulled away to lick a stripe from your cleavage up your neck. It made you shudder and of course had heat pooling low in your belly. You reached your hand down to slip your fingers in the waistband of his pants to pull him to you. That made him growl and nip at your neck and down your collar bone.

He let go for a moment and grabbed your wrist to guide you to the guest room. You followed right after him, and once inside the room he threw you onto the bed and locked the door. You quickly scooted up the bed as he crawled over top of you. He dove in to kiss your lips again as one hand slid down to cup one of your breasts. Jango squeezed slightly as you moaned into his mouth. Your hands found their way to the hem of his shirt and you tugged it up and he let you pull it over his head. 

He continued to kiss you and rutted against you. “Do you know how hard you make me?”, he questioned between kisses. “No”, was your breathless reply. “Here let me show you”, he told you as he grabbed your hand guiding it to his crotch. He pressed your hand against him and he ground against your palm. He wasn’t kidding about being hard as you slightly squeezed him through his pants. He groaned into your mouth, but pulled away to remove your tank top. He trailed kisses down to your breast, and back up to your neck. He unclasped your bra as he sucked a hickey there. 

You brought your hand back, you threw your arms over his shoulders. One hand splayed on his back while the other snaked its way to his cropped hair. It was still thick enough to where you could tangle your fingers in it, and then you slightly tugged. He grunted and rutted against you as you wrapped your legs around him. He licked down to suck a nipple into his mouth making you whimper out. You could tell he was smirking at his success in making you submit some.

He came back up to claim your mouth and one hand snaked down to your waistband. He unbuttoned your pants, and helped you out of them. He was just about to push his hands into your panties when there was a knock on the door and Boba’s voice filtered through. “Buir I had a bad dream can I stay with you?”, he sniffled. Jango let a small curse filter from his lips, but responded, “Just a minute Boba I’ll be right there”. 

You stifled a small giggle at Jango’s frustration, and he gave you a harmless glare. Jango tossed you his shirt as you put it on. It engulfed you as you gathered the rest of the clothing to put on the dresser. Then you quickly scurried under the covers as Jango opened up the door to allow Boba in. When he spotted you he smiled, “Did you have a bad dream to (Y/N)?”. “Yes I did and your father was gracious enough to let me sleep in here too”, you smiled somewhat awkwardly.

Boba had his own blanket from his bed wrapped around him, and he scurried up the bed once Jango lay back down. “Alright let's get to bed then alright”, Jango announced a little annoyed. Jango lifted the covers to allow Boba to slide in and he instantly curled into Jango’s left side laying his head on Jango’s shoulder. You were slightly hesitant until Jango motioned you to him, and pulled you to his chest. Boba was almost out immediately while you and Jango tried to find sleep.

“We will continue this some other time”, Jango told you as you started to drift off. He watched as you fell into a peaceful sleep. You couldn’t remember the last peaceful sleep you had, and Jango watched over you both until he too succumbed to sleep. That night your father had gotten up to get a snack when he realized you weren’t in your room, and that little Boba was not in his room either. When he walked past Jango’s room he saw you and Boba each tucked into either of his sides.

Your father couldn’t remember the last time you looked this peaceful or a smile grace your lips. He smiled to himself as Boba stirred some. Maybe you would end up with a man after all, and by the looks of the armor he is or was a Mandolorian at one point. His hope for you finding a man, and starting a family was looking better already. He went from there to get a snack, and then he sat outside in the garden. When he came back the three of you were still fast asleep, and he went back to bed with a knowing smile.

[way-too-addicted-to-fandoms]

These are more rhetorical questions than anything but like is the reader pregnant with Boba in this scenario? Does Boba exist? If so how does he feel about being a big brother? Or is this baby older than him?

Idk just some thoughts I had while reading.

I literally can't get this out of my pea brain so please take this and run with it as you will: HORNY ASS PREGNANCY SEX WITH JANGO

Pregnancy sex with Jango Fett

Jango Fett X Pregnant!Reader //SMUT//

YESSSSSS!!!!!

Notes: Jango Fett is hot and a Mandalorian!! Also this can happen at whatever time you want it to. Kamino? On Slave I? You pick the setting my love!!

Warnings: Jango Fett has a massive breeding kink and pregnancy kink! Smut, Jango being a good boyfriend and an even better lover, unprotetced sex(ha obviosuly) be safe!!

You stood in front of the mirror staring at yourself after a shower. You were a little past halfway through your pregnancy, so you had quite the baby bump. Your breasts were huge now, and they just seemed swollen. You stroked your hand over your belly, your fingertips tracing the stretch marks. You don’t know if you like this new naked image or not…...

You sighed loudly, closing your eyes. You didn’t even notice your Mandalorian lover come up behind you. He was silent as ever, his feet not making a sound on the bathroom tile.

“You’re beautiful.” The rough voice spoke, causing you to jump. You looked at the reflection of the notorious Jango Fett. You smiled at your lover, “Thank you. I just don’t really feel-” He shushed you gently, stepping closer so he could hug you from behind.

“My Cyar’ika….Do I need to show you how beautiful you are to me once again? You glow, especially now that you’re carrying my little ad’ika.” You grinned at your lover, your skin feeling hot from his words.

He stroked your stomach softly, his dark eyes staring at your reflection. He was only clad in thin sleeping pants, but he still looked as sexy as ever. You leaned back into his muscular chest, Jango's calloused hands running up your sides.

Jango rested his head on your shoulder as he brought his hands to your sensitive breasts, rubbing them gently. He stroked his large hands along your nipples, tweaking them gently. You closed your eyes, moaning softly. He cupped both of your full breasts, cocking his head at your reflection. “See? You’re perfect. Now come, let's go to the bedroom.”

He always knew just how to make you feel sexy. You followed him willingly, watching his firm ass in those pants as he walked into the bedroom. “This pregnancy would be a nightmare without you.” Jango chuckled at your words as he sat on the foot of the bed.

As your stomach grew it was getting harder and harder to use some of your favorite positions. Jango luckily did everything he could to keep you comfortable. He was such a sweetheart…...Even if he was a badass and ruthless bounty hunter.

Jango kicked off his sleeping pants, his cock already hard and swollen. He patted his bare thigh, inviting you over. He knew this position was the most comfortable for you. You smirked, your cunt growing wetter by the second. You walked over to him, slowly straddling his lap.

You align yourself with his cock, slowly impaling yourself on it. Both of you moaned, Jango’s lips instantly going for your own so he could swallow your beautiful noises. He loved hearing you scream his name, but sometimes he’d rather kiss you.

Jango’s tongue played with yours as you got adjusted to his cock. Since you got pregnant Jango had been extra horny. You had noticed because he was like this when you asked him to impregnate you. Apparently he had a massive breeding and pregnancy kink. Not you that minded…..

You slowly began to rock your hips, Jango gripping them tightly. He moved with you, his cock scraping your tight walls with every movement. He always filled you so perfectly, and he knew your body like the back of his scarred hand.

You gasped out when he bucked his hips, hitting that spot deep inside of you that made you see stars. “Oh Jango.” You moaned out his name, gripping his naked shoulders like a lifeline.

Jango moved your hips so you rocked on him faster, then he moved one of his hands from your hips and moved it to your stomach. He then stroked your stomach gently, watching as you rode his cock.

The Mandalorian moved his hands to cup your full breasts, the sight of them and your round belly driving him insane. He loved the sight of you pregnant with his seed, you just looked so sexy. Especially now, stuffed full of his cock.

You picked up the pace, your walls tightening around Jango. Since you got pregnant you had been extremely sensitive, so you never lasted very long during sex. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back as your peak approached.

Jango continued to move in perfect sync with you, holding your body stedy. You cried out his name like a prayer when you came, your nails scarring his shoulders even more as they cut into his skin.

Jango snarled as he came with you, your slick walls gripping him. He fucked you through both of your orgasms, his cum filling you to the brim. You gasped at the feeling, it made your spine tingle.

Jango laid back, helping you off of him. Both of you crawled to the top of the bed, Jango laying down with his head on your baby bump. “Feel beautiful yet?” You nodded at his words, still trying to catch your breath.

He put a hand over your entrance, keeping his cum inside of you. “Honey….I’m already pregnant.” Jango shrugged, he just loved seeing you full. You shook your head, a smile pulling at your lips.

You needed another shower…..You were sure Jango would be more than willing to help you.

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