Sun And Moon Show Nonsense

Eclipse NSFW

(4 armed eclipse for the win)

Content warnings!: Multiple tentacle dicks, tentacle tongue, Eclipse is toxic (as usual), mention of squirting, slight choking, stomach bulges (from dicks and cum lmfao), anal mentions, french, blindfold, fingering, thigh fucking

You were desperate.

Eclipse was a stubborn motherfucker when he wanted to be. He's been locked in his little lab, tinkering and making things.

What specifically he was making? You didn't know. He didn't let you in his lab for more than a minute. That also meant he hasn't been giving you attention for more than a minute every day he's in there and you were getting fed up.

You missed any attention he gave you. Hell, he even stopped coming to bed at all, opting to sleep in his lab so he could go right back to work once he woke up.

It broke your heart.

Tonight, you decided enough was enough. You had gone out and bought quite the revealing outfit, sure that it would keep his attention on you for longer than a minute. It barely covered you, making you blush once you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. But you were going to get his hands on you one way or another.

You marched over to his lab, pushing the door open. You heard him audibly sigh.

"Awfully late to be using your one minute." He muttered, setting his tools down.

The bastard kept track of how long you were in his lab.

You frowned, glaring at the back of his head until he turned around.

"Get it all out now-" He stopped mid-sentence, seeing you.

He raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down.

He watched your every move as you sauntered over to him, sitting in his lap.

"What's this then?" He smirked, one set of hands on your hips and the other set rested on your thighs.

"I miss you, baby... I want you to spend time with me..." You whine to him, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

He chuckled "Do you really, now?" He muttered, his hands massaging you gently.

"Mhm... I'm lonely, Eclipse..." You coo to him, your hand on his chest.

"I bet you are, ma moitiée." He chuckled.

He always made you weak when he spoke French. You kissed his cheek, your finger tracing invisible circles on his chest. His hands indulged your skin, massaging and gently squeezing.

You were sure that you had him right where you wanted him. The internal timer he set went off, and he proceeded to drop you on the floor. You looked up at him, flabbergasted. There was no fucking way.

He smirked down at you.

"Out with you. Minute is up." He chuckled, turning back to his bench.

Your jaw dropped. It didn't work. You felt sadness plague your chest. Was he suddenly unattracted to you? That couldn't be the case. But you didn't know how to explain his behavior. The sadness in your chest began to change into something else.