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[bellsyafterdark]

Where to find me

AO3 for all my fanfic (incl final versions of blurbs, sketches)

Twitter (sfw) for meta discussion, shitchat, and good vibes (if you need to reach out, DM there is the best place)

Twitter (nsfw) for the fic discussion, previews, but also feels, gore and relentless thirst 😂

Tumblr (sfw) for fandom appreciation

Tumblr (nsfw) for explicit content and brainstorming

Recurring story AU links under the cut:

The Mandalorian

Ball and Chain AU: A Paz/Boba/Din/Fennec(/Cobb) canon divergent excuse for omegaverse, lots of sex and kink play set after the Mandalorian season two and in parallel with the Book of Boba Fett season one.

Ball and Chainchomp AU:  A Paz/Boba/Din/Fennec(/Cobb) monster spin-off of the ball and chain AU instigated by @battlemastercoffeeco. Paz becomes the host for an eldritch primordial entity named Adenn tied to the Darksaber, Boba appears to be a werelizardman but is actually much more, Din is a cubi (space incubus) requiring energy to survive, Fennec is a space vampire who does not combust in the sun, and Cobb is a native desert spirit of Tatooine.

Soulmate AU: A Paz/Din AU where all the events are the same but Paz and Din are soulmates, in a universe where your soulmate is revealed to you when their words (lies) appear on your skin.

Robot Paz AU: A Paz/Din AU where all the events are the same but Paz was always a droid in armour; originally designed for pleasure but honed for war.

Pazdin werewolf AU: where Paz gets turned to a werewolf offscreen after s1 and reunites with Din and their long-standing tradition of “temporary marriage”.

Shadows in a cave AU: A Paz/Boba/Din werewolf omegaverse AU where the three Mandalorians are on the brink of bonding but Din has a secret. Then he discovers a monster in the palace’s basement.

[bellsyafterdark]

There was this one phrase "well used and better loved" that either you or bones used in a bobapazdin post I've been looking for; do you know which one? Can't locate on my own 🤔

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37239262

Hopefully this is the one you're looking for

[synthwavecryptid]

Body shots at a frat party can be so romantic actually

(Cobb did shots off of him first 😌)

[synthwavecryptid]

Apotheosis (noun):

The highest point in the development of something; culmination or climax

The elevation of someone to divine status; deification

(casual sacrilege in the living waters)

[synthwavecryptid]

may I offer you some young dinpaz pre-fuck tenderness on this fine evening

[bellsyafterdark]

There's something sooo hot about Paz making Din cry. Is din crying because Paz cock is too big? From cumming too much and can't handle the overstim? Because he's over Paz's knee getting a spanking and watching himself in the mirror? From being angry that he lost a fight, leading to Paz getting to use him as a cocksleeve and mad that he likes it? From wanting to bounce in Paz's lap but being held still while serving as Paz's cockwarmer? So many possibilities

Yes to the power of yes 😌

[bellsyafterdark]

Follow up thoughts to trans Paz choosing what size strap by how much he wants to make din cry? Does he go for just size, or experiment with textured straps too?

Size. Texture. Shape. Species.

It's a big, bold galaxy out there and Paz would just as soon limit himself below the belt as he would with the weapons he could bring into the armoury.

He'll use whatever gets the job done to shake Din's voice loose from tight vocal chords. Paz is not so casual with their credits or generous with his time he would buy or craft something that could pass as real, but Din has never seemed to mind.

It doesn't matter what it's made from. It's if Paz wants to frustrate their beroya with something so small or thin, he'll barely feel it. Or if Paz wants to watch the man relearn how to breathe when he's being cored with a length deep enough it's borderline dangerous, thick enough Din will fight through the proof he's not choking, crying, whining at how goodawful it feels.

It's when Din weeps at that point of confusion that Paz knows he's made the right choice for the night.

[bellsyafterdark]

Bellsy is back and posting again! I'm so happy, I missed you

The stamina is slowly coming back and I'm looking at this backlog 😅 how I've missed this blog and the creativity of you all!

[bellsyafterdark]

sorry, you asked for less asks but last one on the topic of mosterfucker:

haunted!din with darksaber goo. you know what I mean. darksaber symbiote. yeeessssssss

... don't joke because I will write this

[bellsyafterdark]

Can I request the aftermath of din fucking the rancor + pov switch so we can see what everyone is thinking? 🥺

Unrelated but THANK YOU for having your stuff both here and on ao3...ao3 is down but you're still here so I may yet survive

Pieces on AO3 are more polished and while you can find things here in their rougher pre-edited version, I'm glad they've still come in handy through the intermittent outages!

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In the aftermath, the Gamorreans are quietly impressed. Jabba used to let his own rancor enjoy those who defied him however the creature liked, whether that meant tearing into an easy meal or, well...

They've never seen a being as small as the Lord's pet take a fully-grown rancor. Nor enjoy it (difficult to tell, all screams sound the same after a point). None had survived without eventually succumbing to significant injury.

The guards grunt at each other, gesturing to where the rancor is still bent on its haunches, Lady Shand and the shiny one lost beneath its shadow. All doubts are clarified. The shiny Mando pet is not human.

They doubt any of Lord Fett's company are. Not that it matters to them, sole survivors of a once hundred strong Gamorrean guard. But to pass under the guise of another, meeker species is an apex style of camouflage: Lord Fett, Lady Shand, and now the shiny one....

At their side, Krrsantan quells their curious exchange with a subsonic rumble in his chest.

He ignores their glance, knuckles sparking as his hands clench and unclench at his sides. It's not that Krrsantan is responsible for Din's welfare. He's not really sure what his role is in this castle-- fight at Boba's side when needed? Be a shield against his enemies?

He's certainly not the head of security, that's Fennec, for the little instructions she gives him and the other guards. She's been distracted ever since Krrsantan brought their new Mandalorian home. But ever since he helped sate Din's appetite in transit and dropped him in Boba's lap, Krrsantan has found himself watching whenever the silver Mandalorian strolled across his radar.

He remembers how feral Din could get. Krrsantan has heard whores described as starving in their desire, but those were all exaggerations until he met Din, trembling and pale, laser-focused on his needs, unlike those glassy-eyed, violent tweakers.

It's not that he feels responsible. But someone has to be.

The one watching Din definitely wasn't.

Fennec surfaces from her feeding stupor with a growl. Something tugs at the meal between her jaws and her hands fasten across steel and armour, clutching tight.

"... nn?"

A weak moan trembles from the one under her tongue and she blinks to clear her vision of the euphoric stars and smears. Dark shadows move above her.

"Fenn?" Boba's modulated voice finally reaches her, and she tilts her head, hearing over-sensitised as all her senses commonly grow in this state. Blood trickles from her chin and she pants hard, fingers moving instinctively to stem the flow at her meal's neck.

Sweetheart. Morsel. No, Din. This is Din.

She presses harder and feels a sting of guilt at the pained whine from their pet, his helmeted head lolling on the stone with exhaustion.

"I'm going to back up," Boba says. "Put the big one in his room. You ready?"

Din barely responds when Fennec nudges him with the nose of her helmet and laving her tongue flat over the fresh bite on his neck.

"Fennec."

She glares up at Boba astride the crown of his prized rancor, thick chains still coiled in his glove. He is a vision that would make her mouth water if the thirst hadn't been slaked. But the beast's eyes are starting to droop and she doesn't want to still be under it when it decides to nap. Fine.

With her chest to Din's back, she wraps an arm protectively round his front and her other reaches down between his legs to clutch at his inner thigh.

The sound Din makes when the rancor pulls out is guttural and wounded and Fennec's stomach drops at the way Din startles alert, scent surging with pain, hands flying up to cling to her.

She purrs and hushes him even when she just wants to drink in the veritable gush of seed that streams from his cunt, unstoppered, knees drawing up protectively as the rancor retreats, and Din is shivering into a ball, whining, and Fennec doesn't have enough arms to wrap him up in the way she wants, she can't do this alone.

"Boba!"

Nobody stares as Boba marches through the halls of his palace with Fennec and her rifle at his heels, they have more self-preservation than that. Curled in his arms, Din is rigid and silent with pain, Boba can only imagine how he clenches his teeth behind his helmet.

It makes his heart pang. He promised to keep him-- them safe. All of them, under his roof. He never thought Din would resort to this.

For the first time in a long time, he's glad he wears a cloak, less for the modesty and more for the comfort it seemed to provide Din once he was wrapped in it, slumping into Boba's chest as he was pulled in.

"The hell were you thinking?" he grumbles under his breath, quickening his pace. Two more flights and then Din will be resting in bacta.

Having mistaken the accusation for her, Fennec retorts, "He was hungry."

He glares over his shoulder at her. "The rancor? The fucking rancor, Fenn?"

A terse beat of silence. "It hasn't been enough for him."

We haven't been enough.

Again, that ugly twist in Boba's chest that makes his stomach swoop. His mouth hardens in a scowl. It had just been a few days, Boba had needed to attend to political negotiations, recon with the water traders, Fennec and Din had their own missions, it was almost a return to how things were before.

This was not the homecoming he'd expected.

"This can't happen again." The rancor was precious to Boba, but it could have killed Din, and then... and then....

Fennec scoffs under her breath. "He doesn't take orders from us."

Boba stops and rounds on his second, watching her body language freeze, primed for whatever reprimand comes next. He watches her for a long moment, sees the moment she softens from living stone, wariness leaking from her edges.

"Maybe he should," Boba says.

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/ping @battlemastercoffeeco @shalltheseboneslive

[bellsyafterdark]

Recommend more blogs with dat quality Mando content? Who you following for more of the good stuff?

Hello friend, I've been less active in the Mando fandom sphere this year but of those I know who are/were actively posting similar content to this blog, I'd recommend:

@battlemastercoffeeco

@shalltheseboneslive

@synthwavecryptid

@sammsketches

@scarletlegionnaire

https://twitter.com/wirecrossed

https://twitter.com/BlueTeaParty1

There are a lot of enablers who I'll let nominate themselves in the notes, and if there are others who I've missed I'd love some recs myself!

[regainingparadise]

Burn, Mando, Burn (Pazdin version)

I hear you’re alive

How disappointing

I’ve also survived

No thanks to you

Look, this idea showed up in my brain and wouldn’t leave until I made it, so sorry not sorry. Please share my vision of Paz as Jaskier 

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Boba: like it’s MY fault my love language is acts of service and all I know how to do is kill.

[bobathirstaccount]

[afriendstolovers]

!!!!!!!

[bellsyafterdark]

To the anon(s) who have been submitting multiple asks about a certain beroya getting his pussy slapped -- yes, you are right, you are so right -- and I'm going to respond proportionally when I have the time, spoons and creative credit 👏🏽

(this is my blanket response to the asks in my queue, sorry, I've been under the weather!)

[nieyao]

you’re not gonna believe the gas station i drove by today

[nieyao]

[nieyao]

@hamsahandprint hands ownership of this post to you

[nieyao]

STOP BEING FUNNIER THAN ME ON MY OWN POST

[bellsyafterdark]

UHG this episode was so much better than the last one. still feel like there was alot like?? left unanswered? but whatever I don’t care abt that, we got SO much boba din n fennec I’m going nuts. And COBB!! I’m glad he’s alive.

ok not to get nasty So quick but like. thoughts on din being fucked by the rancor. cause it crossed my mind and now I’m like 😳

it shows an interest in him one day and he’s like. aw yay :) then, said interest turns into it sniffing at his crotch and keeping him pinned while it rips away his clothes and armor (just the pants really) they dont seem to have much of a tongue, unless it’s rlly small (ok that’s another thought, din’s entire lower half sans legs being in the rancors mouth while it prods at him w it’s tongue, forced to stay still or risk getting cut on the teeth)

anyways, boba comes back from doing. whatever and finds the rancor just finishing stuffing his knot into Din’s cunt. he’s completely limp, his helmet off. he’s flushed and gasping, eyes fogged over and glassy. small noises come out of him each time the rancor moves and cum is already puddling the floor.

Boba manages to get din away from the rancor once it’s knot goes down. A few days later, Din comes back to his senses and finds out from boba (n the rest of his mates) that he had been in the early early stages of preheat when he visited the rancor and the rancor decided he needed to be bred. Din is mortified and embarrassed, especially bc he knows how much boba likes the rancor.

Anyways <3

🗣️ @battlemasterafterdark are you going anon and sneaking into my asks otherwise I think I have someone here who wants to talk to you 👀

Ok full disclosure I have read other stories where Jabba's Rancor got busy with other characters and yes it was hot

But also, that's Boba's child and I want the comedy of that fallout 😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣

[bellsyafterdark]

Bringing this back, morning thots

Monsterverse, ball and chainchomp au

Boba is called to the throne room because there's been a commotion. The moment he enters, he can hear it.

cw monster(Rancor)fucking, knotting, voyeurism, bondage, overstimulation, afab language

That's Din. From the sounds of it, getting the reaming of his life.

Boba looks around the throne room and sees only Krrsantan and the guards standing over the grate. Din is nowhere to be found. Boba follows their downward gaze to the Rancor's den... oh.....

Arousal bowls through him, hooking deep in his core, fisting his hands at his sides.

It's difficult to know when Krrsantan is anything but grumpy, his arms are crossed tight and his frown is deep when Boba approaches.

"Who found him?" Boba asks.

Krrsantan exchanges a look with the guards, both shrugging their massive green shoulders. Boba thinks this is not the first time they've seen such a thing.

A lot went down through Jabba's rule.

"Nnnnngh-- aaaaaah--!" Din's guttural yowls from below echo off the stone, heaving, deep and rhythmic. He sounds hysterical. Euphoric.

Beneath each punched cry, the Rancor's growls huff, fast and rumbling.

One of the guards grumbles a question.

Boba cocks his head. "He has leave to go where I go."

Peering down through the grate, he can just make out their shapes in the dim. A monstrous figure bent low on its paws. The telltale jerk of weight back and forth. Narrow hips hunched greedily over something small and prone.

A glimmer of silver in the dark.

Din wails out a sound Boba's never heard before, high, screeching and ruined. The Rancor roars its conquest, loud and defiant.

Something else moves in the cage, brighter than the bedrock. Fennec's helmet. Eyes adjusting to the dark, Boba makes out her familiar profile, the angle of her helmet turning to regard them through the grate. Fennec's in there.

Boba feels a rush of relief. If she's been with Din, it means he's safe.

A few clicks of the comms on Boba's helmet bring her voice to him. "Should have listened when he said he was hungry." Fennec sounds thoughtful, but there's familiar heat in her purr. "Wanted something he couldn't find in my collection."

"How long's he been down there?"

"Not long... but I don't think they're finished. You should get down here. He was looking for you."

Huh.

///

Din must be dying.

Air comes to him in thin, wheezing drags of breath. His whole being is numbed with fire. Not a single thought can form through the storm of white noise roaring in his head. Only the simple instincts: feed. Survive.

Above him, Boba's Rancor rumbles a sound that could be hunger or contentment, Din doesn't know the difference anymore. He shudders, clutching tight to his lower belly where the vibrations tremor into him. His fingers curl round the vicious bulge under his skin.

Grunting, the Rancor flicks its massive hips against him.

Shoved deeper on the creature's knot, Din's armour squeals on the stone beneath. He spasms, head tossing, back arched, wild. "Ghhhhn!"

Oh, he's going to die. He let this wild animal into his cunt because he was so hungry so curious, that was Boba's mount, and maybe it was something broadcast by cubi or just Din's own depravity, but he'd noticed how the creature watched him since the siege on the city.

How it rumbled low when he first opened the door to the den, only intent on finding a place to retreat from the headache of his partners.

How it nuzzled him with too much interest when he let it close.

He'd been hungry.

His eyes roll when that beast of a cock withdraws, knot deflated enough allowing the slide, and all his nerves come back to life on the cruel backwards drag that fires furious bolts of ecstasy, refuses to relinquish his body, cunt wrapped so tight, it lifts his hips from the stone. He can't look. He wouldn't see anyway, vision reduced to smears of colour when that creature had first ploughed him to the hilt. Din had screamed his gratitude that a cubi could stretch inhumanly wide. Deep. The sight of himself spread round a cock almost as thick as his own thigh had made him hyperventilate.

He doesn't think he's caught his breath since.

A noise crackles in his ear, comms coming online. "Fennec and I not keeping you satisfied?"

Din's heart jumps. He opens tear-soaked eyes, vision swimming. Boba? He can only whine in question.

Boba sounds... not angry. His voice is rough and quiet. Not angry is good. Boba.

Din whines again, pulling his knees further apart against his shoulders in wordless plea.

Where is he?

"Fennec doesn't think one round is enough for you," Boba murmurs. Distantly, the soft clink of chains. An image of the siege flickers through Din's mind: Boba astride his mount on its crown, chains fisted in one hand.

Oh... god.

"We're gonna help you, baby," Fennec purrs. Something cold and hard closes round his left wrist. Din trembles at the whisper of Fennec's hand up his side. He's soaked his flight suit with sweat and it clings to him uncomfortably. The beast hadn't waited, tearing right through the seam of his pants. Another snap closes around his right wrist. Din's heart races. Shackles?

He weeps when the shackles tug, the grind of an ancient metallic gear turns in the wall and Din cries out, pulled taught against the stone, anchoring him fast in counterpoint. It ensures he won't slide off the Rancor's cock, off this boulder with its natural angle that tilts Din's hips up for his punishment.

His guilty, gluttonous indulgence, if he's honest.

He weeps at the twitch and throb of the Rancor's cock, searing and alive inside him. He's so ashamed. He's just so hungry.

Fennec's fingers glide at his exposed neck. His head is tilted further back and then Din visor is swallowed by the black of Fennec leaning over him. "Hurry up, Boba, you know he tastes best when he's coming."

Din shivers violently at the promise, whining when he clenches down automatically and the cock inside him is so firm it doesn't give at all.

"Din," Boba growls. An order. "Brace."

Chain clinks above him, the Rancor bellows in anger, and then Din... is gone.

That monstrous cock plunges its semi-deflated knot back in his gaping passage, Din chokes, gagging, eyes rolling back. It's good... so impossibly, terribly good. Toes curling hard, a violent tremor shudders through him.

And he lets go.

Later, Fennec will tell him how he grunted and groaned like something begging for death as Boba coaxed the Rancor to pound his cunt like a good mount, splayed with knees to his ears, helpless, as previous release gushed from his body with every greedy pump of its hips against his ass, sawing in and out of his body, how his folds looked so red and swollen, beaten back and forth on that boulder, but the chains held him tight and he took everything.

Of course he did.

Din will remember it in flashes: breath caught in his chest, shoulders screaming from the strain as he pulled himself harder on that mast of a cock, pushing up into it, legs thrown wide for his reaming. Fennec's hands on his ankles holding him there. Choked, wet noises in his throat as that knot cored him over and over, a grinding, wet throb of vicious ecstasy.

The sob in his mind Boba, Boba as the other Mandalorian bucked the Rancor to take him with violence, its full strength thrown behind the greedy pound of its hips.

Taking, taking... taking. Ravaged. Feeling his body would be crushed against the stone.

The way he fully untethered when its knot plunged once more to the hilt, his ears rang from the strength of its roar, and Fennec's fangs pierced his neck to gorge the euphoria of his release. Too wrung to make a sound, Din's body convulsed with choked spasms. Blind. Deaf.

Mindlessly, beyond full. Perfect.

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I really said I need a break from spice then wrote Din getting pounded by monsters and his mates 🤡

[bellsyafterdark]

Now cleaned up and ported to AO3