#genolust

I really love his design so much 🥺💖

He's belong to @l_berrynsfw on twitter (sadly they're deleted their account)

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Brotherly cross and chara

“Crooosss! Gimme the body!” Chara whined, flopping insubstantially across his younger brother’s shoulders, the ghost kind of cuddling into him.

“Why should I? We agreed that since this is my body, I get to keep in control almost all of the time.” Cross denied, frowning a little at the other as he continued to make lunch for himself.

“I… I really want to try some of those chocolate cupcakes. At least… At least one of them. Please? They look so good…” Chara pleaded, staring at the exquisitely made desserts.

“They’re for that fancy party thing that Boss is forcing us to go to. If we touch them beforehand, Doom and Despair, remember?” Cross responded, sighing a little bit as he shook his head. He pulled out a bar of chocolate from his inventory, taking a bite, humming at the taste - teasing his big brother a little.

“... So why are they here now, if the party-thing is in a week?” Chara mused, staring at the cupcakes and trying not to drool a little.

“I’m pretty sure that it’s a test of our self-control. See who cracks first. Or it’s an open source of temptation to see which of us he gets to punish for disobeying an order like this. Which is why I’ve got chocolate on me, to avoid that bit of temptation.” Cross pointed out, smirking a little bit.

“... Yeah, no, That sounds like him. Do you think that if we don’t eat the cupcake, we won’t have to go to the party thing?” Chara mused curiously. Chocolate… Gimme some of that chocolate bar, you butt!”

“Hmm… Fine. But if you so much as look at those cupcakes, I’m taking back over.” Cross warned, a small smile appearing on his face as he turns off his eye lights, feeling himself float away.

“Thank you,  Cross.” Chara murmured as he eagerly devoured the chocolate bar.

Genonight

“Mmm… You’re brooding again.” The lord of darkness hummed softly as he wrapped his arms around his b-eloved’s waist, pulling the other closer to him, pressing a light kiss to one of Geno’s cheeks.

A soft sigh left the perpetually-dying Sans as he felt some of the negativity and miserable feelings leave him, his eye light fuzzing out a little as he leans gratefully into the other’s touch, well aware that the other was drawing his feelings away in order to restore his own strength. Still… He was feeling better, and for that, he was grateful “Yeah. It’s kind of my thing. I’m trapped in this save screen, unable to leave without dying. The Kid who’s killed everyone I love over and over again - well… One of them… Is trapped in here with me and won’t cooperate. What else am I going to do? Join Gaster in the void? No thanks.”

“I’d rather you not do that… For one thing, I’m not sure that Gaster has your best intentions at heart, but would rather have someone to amuse himself in the eternal lonely emptiness of the void.” Nightmare rumbled, pressing another light kiss to the other’s cheek. He’d a rather bad fight with The Star Sanses less than an hour ago - and while his minions were healing and tending to their wounds, he’d slipped off here to one of his favored negativity siphons… And for some uncomplicated, gentle touch.

“Yeah, I’d rather not do that, either. Is there anything you can do to help my timeline?” Geno asked, huffing a little. He was well aware of just how dangerous the being who was holding him was. He’d been tormented by the fucker for… Longer than he’d like to think of, before Nightmare had begun this new game of light touches and soothing speech. He didn’t know what more the other thought he could get from him but… Geno lacked the strength to try to say no. He was… Surprisingly touch-starved, and even this dark being was a welcome sight for him… A relief from the misery and rage running through him… A balm to the sliver of a soul he still possessed.

“I would, if I knew which Undertale you are from… And there are a great many to search from. Your magical signature has helped to limit it to a certain percentage of the Undertales… However, there are still quite a few for me to search through, before I find your timeline.” Nightmare answered earnestly “But I will do my best to aid your people, once I find them. I have all eternity to find them - barring the battles with the starlit idiots I engage in, so that they do not mess with that which is mine.”

“... Duly noted.” Geno had no idea if Nightmare truly was searching for his home timeline… Or if it would be any safer in his hands than in the human’s… But he’d already made a deal with this particular devil, and his bed made. He was willing to pay the price, if it meant his people were free to live in a permanent post-pacifist timeline. Forever. The two of them cuddled for a while, until Geno drifted off to sleep in Nightmare’s arms.

GenoLust

“I… How are you… How are you doing that?” Geno spluttered as he watched his boyfriend turn himself into a pretzel. The other was in a full split, his hips flat against the ground, the other laying on his back leg and stretching with an elegance that he knew that he would never be able to match.

“Hmm? Do what, mon coeur?” Hearts asked, a small grin appearing on his face as he sat up, grabbing his back leg and stretching a little bit further.

“That! I’ve never been able to do much more than touch my thighs without getting really sore and… And you just…” He gestures to the other, blushing a little bit as he tries not to spontaneously combust at the thoughts running through his head… Or show too much of his jealousy. “Do that like it’s nothing.”

“Ah, love. I’ve always done what I can to stay as limber and flexible as possible. Getting all locked up doesn’t help me in my line of work… I can help you learn how to be more flexible, Geno.” Hearts purred, pressing a little bit closer to his beloved, chuckling softly at the other’s not-so-subtle pout. “It takes time and practice, but I’m sure that you’ll become more limber, if that’s what you want.”

“I.. Yeah. It’d be nice to move a bit easier.” Geno answered after a moment. Also spending time with his boyfriend and being close also sounded wonderful. “I don’t expect to ever be as flexible as you, though…”

“cuddles fuel the soul.”

“yes, but i also have things that need to be done that you won’t do.” Geno called from the kitchen.

Lust flopped over on the couch.

“Geno baby, please, why would you do chores when you could cuddle with me?”

Geno leaned out of the kitchen, staring at Lust with an unimpressed look on his face.

Lust cupped his hands around his mouth.

“cuddle with meeeee.”

Geno retreated back into the kitchen without a word, and Lust gave a wounded cry, turning and burying his face into the cushions.

“my boyfriend doesn’t love me i can’t believe.”

The sound of running water from the kitchen floated into the living room, and Lust looked up, pouting.

“bae please?” He tried again.

“no.” Geno called from the kitchen.

Lust sighed and got off the couch.

He made his way into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Geno and resting his head on his shoulder from behind. Geno stiffened up and let out a little gasp.

“please?”

Lust could feel Geno’s resilience breaking down bit by bit. He nuzzled his face into Geno’s neck, placing a kiss there.

Geno finally gave an annoyed groan.

“fine.”

Lust hugged him tighter and gave a cheer.

Later, when they were cuddled together on the couch, Lust placed a kiss on the top of Geno’s head and spoke.

“see isn’t this better than doing responsible things?”

“… yes.”

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SPITS OUT DRABBLE

HERE HAVE GENOLUST