Draconic Skeleton

Since these apparently go around easier...

Meet Dragon. He’s a coward and fled from his timeline that was going through tons of resets. Now he ends up in other timelines by accident and may just end up in yours if you want him to. Did I mention that the reason he’s nicknamed Dragon is because of the fact that he’s got a long tail, bony wings on his back, and a rack of horns on his head? Kind and gentle as he can be, he’s a force to be reckoned with.

So give a follow and spread the word around if you would. Hit me up if you wanna plot some things!

     His scent would have came from the many he’s had to kill in order to stay alive, but he didn’t worry about that right now, what was on his mind right now was just who the other in front of him was. 

     Hearing that he didn’t mean any harm, Hound wasn’t convinced right now. After all, actions spoke louder than words–though he didn’t do anything to harm him either. He’d rather not fight if it was all the same. Hound may come from a timeline of fighters and killers, and he might be one as well–but he’d rather not harm anyone either. 

     So for now his body seemed at ease, though a bit of tension still remained. He had to keep his guard up after all. 

          “S’fine, y’can call me Hound, gave it ta m’self ‘cuz it sounds more intimidating ‘den mutt…Sounds like we both got ourselves pretty sweet animal names though,” He grinned, thinking how peculiar it was. Because Hound couldn’t see, there was no inclination that Dragon even had wings or a tail, he was going off of nothing but scent, hearing and feeling everything around him. “However, ya might wanna git outta here while ya can, not th’best timeline ta be in, y’know?”

Hound. The name made Dragon smile lightly. Since he’d had Determination injected into him, people had treated him differently and it seemed that was a universal thing. Calling the other a “mutt” was just as bad as him being treated as though he would hurt someone because of what he looked like.

Laughing softly, Dragon shook his head. He had no inclination that the other was blind, his tail flicking gently as he got a bit closer. “My timeline’s not much better. That’s why I ended up here.”

He was a coward.

“He’s just a mutt, not worth anything unlike his brother.”  “He’s a little creepy too, don’t you think?”  “Yeah, those scars–” 

     The words of the people of Snowdin echoed through his mind as his tail was stuck between his legs as he walked down the way through the forest. What really did he have to offer? He was a burden wasn’t he? Even his own brother hit him, called him nothing but a mutt sometimes..so why was he even here? 

          “Shit..” He voiced outloud to himself as he rubbed the top of his head for a moment before he heard a voice–smelling a new scent in the air himself. Right away his tail reared up and into a defensive stance as he started to walk through the trees, letting his magic guide his way around him until he was sure he was near the other–the scent was stronger now and it was the same. 

     So he cleared his throat as he walked through the bushes. 

          “Little late ta go timeline hoppin’, don’t’cha think?” He asked in a low tone, even slightly growling at the younger. “Where’ve ya come from, huh?”

If he had visible ears, they would have twitched. As it was, Sans’s head turned as he heard someone come crashing through the bushes. Okay, it wasn’t really crashing, but it was loud enough for him to hear a long while until the other skeleton became visible.

He paused as he saw him.

This other skeleton had a tail, just like him. His scent made him smell powerful, much more than the kinds of monsters in his own timeline. Usually only Boss monsters had this kind of scent.

“I, uh, didn’t plan this.” He tried to appear as unassuming as possible, which wasn’t hard. He was quite lost. “I was tryin’ to get outta my timeline and looks like I got my wish. Don’t mean any harm, promise ya that.”

He was still rather intrigued by the other’s appearance though he didn’t dare get close with all that growling. Dragon at his core he might be, but he didn’t need to share the same “species” with someone to understand the threat display behaviour. It was, perhaps, the one instinct he tended to allow to seep through now and then.

“All these resets, I can’t keep doin’ this. I want out. I want out!”

The words echoed through his mind as he closed his eyes. Another day waking up in his bed, the same things happening like a nightmare. How would Papyrus dust today? Would it be slow or completely unexpected? These were the questions that he felt he shouldn’t ever have to ask himself when he woke up.

It’d worn him down, that human. They had left the Underground covered in dust more times than he could recall, had dusted him more times than he wanted to remember. And he did remember, whether he liked it or not. His sensitivity to time and space manipulation came back to bite him in his (quite literal) tail. The memories invaded his sleep, turning everything into nightmares and leaving him without rest for days on end.

All of this had culminated in his desire to just be free of it all. For better or worse, he had gotten his wish.

He felt the cool snow under his feet. Snowdin, he was in Snowdin. Yet, as he looked up and around, he could tell that things were different. Sans smelled all the different scents around him, his long tail flicking side to side. Wherever he was, he could feel that he’d be in even more danger if he stepped the wrong way.

Headcanon game - A to Z (NSFW) | Accepting!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

     Watching him walk to the couch, oh there was a smile on his face as he felt the appreciation through their bond. He loved Dragon more than anything, of course he was going to give him things like massages when he’s done so much as well. 

          “Let’s just leave something for you to do for me until later, alright?” He said in a smooth quiet voice as he took his hands and started to lightly dig into the bones of the other’s shoulders. Seeing the wings move a little though–Duchess knew what would happen if he were to touch one, and being as he was he couldn’t resist as a pinkie lightly brushed one of them, just to get some sort of spark there. 

          “How’s this~?” The taller asked, leaning in to lightly kiss upon the back of the hybrid’s neck, wanting nothing more than for Dragon to feel good as well as loved, for that was his soul felt.

One would think that a massage for someone without muscles would be pointless. They would be so desperately wrong. Dragon let out a soft noise as he felt the tension start to melt away. It did make his wings flex though he didn’t want them to, the appendages having a mind of their own.

He shivered as he felt the very light touch to his wing. His tail quivered and he couldn’t stop the soft noise that left his throat. Just that one touch was enough for him to be vocal which didn’t surprise him. As long as the barrier was up when he really got going, he was less worried about waking the kids.

The kiss earned Duchess a much louder noise, Dragon’s tail tapping lightly against the couch. “Y-ya always know how to make me feel good,” he said, a soft growl to his words. “Love ya so much.”

His feelings were echoed in their bond, something so familiar to him now. He didn’t want to dream of a day when he might be without his lover which made him send affection and admiration through. Dragon’s wings flexed again and he tried not to move too much, looking a little over his shoulder.

     Duchess never minded when it came to the way that Dragon expressed himself. In fact he was glad that he could make the younger feel as amazing as he did. Leaning down when Dragon came closer, the taller pressed his teeth against the other’s temple with a soft breath. 

          “I always want to be with you, Dragon,” His voice was soft as he walked over to the back of the couch and patted the cushions. “Come sit,” It wasn’t as though Duchess was hungry for it, he wanted to take it slow at first, just enjoy the other’s company and work their way from there. 

          “How about I give you a nice relaxing massage to start, huh?” After taking care of kids all day, he knew that they were both exhausted, so this would be a nice little segway into ecstasy.

Dragon’s tail moved languidly behind him and he hummed as he felt the kiss to his temple. All he could feel was honesty and love in their bond. He felt so lucky to have found Duchess and it was not a surprise that they’d bonded as they had.

He didn’t hesitate, sitting in front of where Duchess was. Neatly folding his wings, he couldn’t really do much by way of getting them “out of the way”, really. They could only flex a certain way but, at the least, there was no membrane on the bone to hinder touch. They were also rather small so he was sure that they wouldn’t get in the way of a massage.

“I-if ya wanna,” he said, smiling softly up at Duchess. “I should be the one doin’ that for ya considerin’ you work just as hard around here.”

     It was adorable. Even after all this time Dragon was still rather shy about having sex. Duchess had a feeling that he would always have that about him–and if he had to be honest, the elder thought it rather charming about him, in a cute way. 

     A smile and a chuckle was sounded at what the other had said. Turning to the cookies, Duchess shook his head. 

          “Can’t do cookies yet, they just came out of the oven so they need to cool for a while, however–” Oh there was a grin as he started to make his way to the living room. “Don’t you remember that I can make a barrier around us? Nobody would be able to hear a thing we say or do.” His arms were already glowing a bluish purple hue, ready to make a soundproof barrier around them if he needed. 

          “I mean, I’m good with cuddling too, so it’s really up to you what you want to do, Dray.”

Making a soft noise as he followed his bonded one out of the kitchen, he flushed slightly as he saw that barrier. Dragon sometimes was embarrassed that it was even needed, hating that he had no self-control over his vocalizations. It was hard to when it felt so damn good and Duchess knew how to get his dragon to roar.

“I-I mean, if ya really want to,” he murmured, knowing that he was aching for some attention that only Duchess could provide for him. “Not like we can’t cuddle afterwards like we always do.”

     With triplets, Duchess knew that it would be only a matter of time before they started to weigh on the both of them, that was why he was glad that they had two helpers around the home as well. 

     Though he knew that Danny and Dream were both out somewhere at this time, Duchess was more than glad that both of them had taken on the rolls of being big brothers well–then again they were both old enough to take on such roles to begin with. 

     For now there, with the feelings of love roaming through his soul, Duchess returned such an emotion as he had a smile on his face as a kiss was adorned on his cheek. 

          “Mmm, that’s good, buuuuut, how do you want to spend that time? So many choices~ Dream and Danny are both out as well, not sure to where, but somewhere.” 

He was thoroughly distracted from cookies as Duchess spoke, laughing softly. They had three kids already and sometimes he still had trouble voicing his desires. Sex was still new to him but Duchess had been such a wonderful teacher and mentor for him. Still...

“Choices. Though not so many when I know my screamin’ might wake the kids if we’re not careful.” Yes, that was still a problem. Making noise that could wake anyone made lovemaking pretty hard to do at times.

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          “So, did you get the kids down for their naps, or would you like some help?” Duchess was ready to help if he was needed, he was just getting a batch of freshly made cookies out of the oven to cool down anyway, no big deal.

Quietly closing the door behind him, Dragon let out a soft breath. Sometimes it was a trial to get their little ones to get some rest. They were just so rambunctious sometimes, not wanting to settle down and leave their playtime behind. It took convincing but he was ready for it most of the time now, knowing what games to play to get his children to take their much needed naps.

Heading towards the kitchen, he leaned against the doorway. He took in a deep breath, enjoying the scent of freshly baked cookies. “All of them went down in record time today. Must’ve played way too hard,” he said, chuckling softly.