The two killers frozen turning to each other as they're set on the ground the fog still swirling around them. As if sensing their confusion your fog pulls in tight forming two solid naked bodies one of a beautiful woman and the other of a strong and attractive man. Both bodies walk around touching the two in a seductive manner, your feminine body pressing tightly against the doctor's chest letting him get a good look at your cleavage while your masculine body comes up from behind Ghostface one hand grabbing his hip, another his chin. Your tongue licking along the length of his mask.

Taking the hit you can feel it, feel what they actually want. Both forms growing larger more and more monstrous traits doting your bodies. Teeth growing too sharp, smiles too wide, extra eyes and mouths blooming on your body, Tentacles erupting from your backs. You feel both of their hearts racing under your grip their forms now dwarfed by your own. Your feminine form picks the doctor up placing him on the exam table you were once strapped to your teeth tearing at the fabric of his pants and ripping the crotch of his pants. Why the fuck did he find that hot? His dick was already hard as you mouth him through his briefs.

Your masculine form pins Danny up to a wall tentacles undressing him slowly as you lick along his throat biting the mask and taking it off with your teeth discarding the useless thing as you nip and lick along his lust-drunk face. "Such pretty boys both forms coo. Masculine form grinding your large and girthy tapered tip cock rubbing against his heat. "Such nasty boys." Your forms take on more monstrous traits. Your feminine form sprouting webbed wings and your masculine form's cock changing from stiff to prehensile writhing and eager, a groan escaping your lips.

Both men whimpering, feminine form pulling out The Doctor's cock feeling your long tongue wrap around it, jaw open wide; sharp jagged grazing the dark sensitive skin. Herman's knuckles lighten as he grips the edge of the exam table. His cock drooling in your mouth. He felt like a damn virgin with how close he was and you've barely started on him. The masculine form turning your head pausing your ministrations on Danny to grin at Dr. Carter, "There is no shame, relax. I'm here to make you both feel good. Give in." Voice turning dark, a chuckle rumbling in your chests feeling them both shiver. "Good boys."

Claws tearing Ghostface's pants open tentacles prodding at his tight puckered hole. "Relax." Your male form purrs trying to bite back the moan; feeling Herman cum right down your feminine form's throat, but you don't stop working the softening cock with your mouth encouraging it to drag on to an almost painful level you'd stop if it wasn't for the good doctor thinking about how he didn't you to. How he wanted more. Your tentacles wrap around those strong beefy legs letting him cage your head as you still yourself. Purring around his length.

Danny whined feeling you pulling him apart, grunting as your tentacle cock in, slowly, centimeter by centimeter enjoying the frustrated whimpers that fell from his lips. "You want this sweet boy, I can hear your thoughts." You whisper against his ear. "You love the way it hurts, you love the way it curls as I push in. I can hear those secret thoughts. I am whatever you want me to be. I am whatever you crave me to be." The words a growl against his ear causing him to clench along your length. "I know you want so much more and I can promise it'll be everything you've wanted."

He walks down the hallways of the castle busying himself with chores and other meaningless tasks to distract him from his anger and loneliness from missing you. His Lord is hosting another ball tonight and the castle must be perfect.

The rest of the afternoon flies past as he cleans, cooks, and prepares the ballroom. Before he knows it guests start to arrive and he's at the door greeting them. Barbatos take their coats, and lead guests to the ballroom. He doesn't notice when you arrive at first, too busy tending to the guests and making sure everything is going well.

When Barbatos has a moment he scans the ballroom, his eyes finding yours in the crowd. His breath catches, seeing the gorgeous deep green outfit you wore tonight and the bright smile that blooms on your face when your eyes meet.

Barbatos immediately makes his way towards you, needing you close now more than ever. The weeks of missing you overwhelming him with the need to feel you close.

He gently grabs your wrist, whispering in your ear to follow him. Barbatos discreetly leads you from the ballroom to an unused bedroom somewhere in the castle, his need to have you growing stronger by the second.

Barbatos closes the door, locking it so no one can disturb the two of you this time. Finally he can have time with his mate. He walks to you, gently sliding the clothes off your body as he whispers an apology. He's sorry for pulling you away but he just missed your touch too much.

His kisses are desperate and needy, pulling you impossibly closer. Barbatos works off the rest of your clothes, folding them nicely and setting them aside while stripping himself. His clothes scattered around messily as he gently pushed you onto the bed.

Barbatos starts with loving kisses to your lips, his tongue taking its time to explore the territory it's been denied for so long before moving down. His kisses trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking marks into the tender skin of your neck.

His hands move along your body, stroking every sensitive spot you have. Barbatos trails his lips down to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and running his youngest over it gently. One of his hands moving down to tease your sex, pushing two fingers inside once he grabbed the lube.

Barbatos takes his time worshipping your body before he finally pushes inside, groaning in your ear about how much he's missed you. His pace is steady and desperate. Barbatos has missed you so much he lost all thoughts that didn't include you, how good you feel around him, the wonderful noises you're making under him.

He comes faster than he'd like, painting your insides white. Barbatos slows for a minute, resting, before starting again determined to get you to cum for him. He leans down, kissing you while his hands roam your body again.

Neither of you notice him shift into his demon form until his tail is pushing its way into you, filling you up further. Neither of you mind as it only adds to the wonderful mind numbing pleasure, only jolting a bit at the stretch.

Barbatos feels the familiar need to push becoming harder to ignore, he tries to warn you but all that comes out are moans and whines. He pulls you even closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His eggs moving through his tail and pushing into you.

You can feel the eggs starting to push through, getting that familiar fullness that always comes when Barbs lays his clutch in you. You can feel Barbatos's breath strain from all the simulation, his whines sounding soft. BBarbatos's pace starts to get sloppy, your walls tightening around him as his eggs push inside you. The two of you are getting close, he can feel it.

A slightly larger egg pushing inside you pushes you over the edge. Your tightening walls and the egg sliding past pushes him over once again. Barbatos stills, not quite pulling out as eggs continue to push inside you. He lays over you lightly, holding you tightly as you take the rest of his larger than normal cultch. Pulling out once all his eggs are safely inside.

Barbatos lays beside you, pulling you into a spooning position while the two of you recover. His hands lay over your belly bulge, humming in content. Neither of you know how long you stay like that for but all too soon Barbatos is getting up, cleaning everything and you up.

When he's done he puts on his pants, wrapping you up in a blanket and sneaks the two of you to his room ensuring no one will disturb you while you rest. Barbatos lays you on the bed, removing what little he had on and joins you under the covers.

You ask him about the party but he just shushes you, saying you are more important than a party and Lord Diavolo can handle it just fine without him. After all, he needs to focus on you. You silently agree with him, falling off to sleep with his hands softly messaging your tired body.

The music was too loud, lights flashing in all corners of the room, people yelling and laughing and every single ounce of it coming at you full force all at once. At first it was fun, a little overwhelming but you where still calm, sitting with Stu as he charmed everyone around, focusing on the calming fabric of his sweater where his lanky arms wrapped around you, but within 30 minutes Stu was gone laughing and talking with people you weren’t sure he had ever met before. For a bit you just watched him, dancing like an idiot with strangers, and admiring the way the world seemed to come to life as he laughed, a small smile dancing on your lips, because even though you couldn’t hear the joke over the blaring music just seeing the way he laughed was contagious.

Once you lost sight of him though, you where left uncomfortably aware of your surroundings. It didn’t take long at all after that for it to send you spiralling. Of course the ever alert Billy noticed it first, the way your hands were shaking, picking up on how you were quietly stimming in the background of the party. You’re rocking in the corner trying to ground yourself and nearly jump out of your skin when he slips in, probably not actually being stealthy but with everything else coming full force at you, it was impossible to notice the less obviously eccentric of your boyfriends as he came up.

“Hey babylove, are you okay?” He ask but you can barely hear him over the music just shaking lightly as you try to focus on him. You take a deep breath as you count the things you can see, Billy’s big eyes staring at you with worry, they way his lips are parted slightly in confusion and his eyebrows pulled closer together, you see his lips move again but you can’t hear what he says, it’s just blending in with everything else, all coming at you too fast. You barley notice when he grabs your arm, jumping slightly, and not noticing as the worry somehow takes over more of his face.

He slowly walks you out of the party area going into the bedroom you all share, unlocking the door and closing it gently behind him again, the music is gone once you're in the safety of the room, and an almost deafening silence falls. The only sound now is your heavy breathing and the way your heart is pounding against your ribs. Billy, still almost uncharacteristically gentle, walks you to the bed, helping you sit down and you focus on the way his hand is warm and familiar as it cups the side of your face.

“Did you take anything babylove?” The nickname barley catching you attention over how your own laboured breath, but you catch it after a moment and slowly shake your head to deny, you remember absently that you had taken maybe a sip of Stu’s beer earlier but nothing else. You see Billy nod slowly, “Okay, was it just too much out there for you?” He ask again, his voice meant to sound soft and soothing, still feels loud and over powering as the world still closes in around you. He gently rubs his thumb across your cheek, making you take a note of the tears you were previously unaware of. “Babylove can you answer me?” He ask again, his voice slightly louder, and you shake your head again.

“Too much” you barley choke out as your rocking becomes slightly faster, and the tears in your eyes heavier. He whips them away once more, letting out a low hum.

“Do you want one of Stu’s sweaters?” He ask, remembering how the last time this happened, you had clung and fiddled with the material for comfort. You nod your head slowly still trying to calm yourself as he gets up to grab one from a basket of folded clothes you three had not bothered putting up before the party.

Once he hands you the familiar cloth, you cling to it tightly, feeling his arms wrap around you, he pulls you gently against him as you sob quietly burying your face in the soft material.

Once your breathing is mostly back to normal, Billy moves you so he’s spooning you from behind, pressing gentle kisses to the side of your face, “How are you feeling now babylove?” He whispers against your neck.

“A little better,” you answer even though your voice is still just a whimper and your throat is a bit raw from crying.

He kisses you again, still as gentle as can be, and you let out a sigh before the door swings open and Stu stumbles in oblivious and a tipsy, the door wide and letting the still blasting techno music fill the room, “Finally there you two are I’ve been looking for you for like twenty minutes,” his voice is loud and grating against your ears and you wince curling up farther into yourself as it all hits you again, “Fuck Y/N what happened,” he says in a softer and worried tone, shutting the door being him and rushing into the room, he crouches next to the bed, reaching over to trace your face, “Y/N are you okay love?” He questions, his eyes are red as you take him in and shake your head slowly.

“The party got too much for them, I brought them in here to help, they were feeling better a bit ago,” Billy answers for you, his voice somehow even softer before, but you’re positive he’s glaring daggers at your other partner.

Stu hangs his head in shame, “I’m so sorry Y/N, I never would have suggested we do this if I thought it would be too much for you, hey I’m going to get them out of the apartment and close everything down okay, do you want me to bring you something to drink? I think we’ve still got some of your favourite in the fridge?” His voice is low but rushed and panicked, and before you can respond you feel Billy nod behind you, and Stu is once again out of the room.

Billy’s grip on you tightens for a moment after he leaves, “I’m sorry babylove you know how Stu gets,he whispers against your neck.

“S’okay, still love him,” you whimper out again, and Billy kisses you once more laughing slightly.

“Yeah me too, just wish he’d use his brain a bit more often,” he jokes lightly, earning a small cut off laugh from you.

The two of you fall into a soft silence, your body and mind finally calming down completely, after what you assume must be at least a few hours locked away inside the bedroom.

The exhaustion it slowly taking over your body when Stu comes back in, holding a cup and smiling softly at you, the hall is now silent as he walk into the room, leaving the door wide open. He sits in front of you on the bed, using his free hand to caress your face, “Can you sit up for me Y/N?” He ask you and you nod rubbing you eyes slowly as Billy helps you sit up, and Stu gently hands you the cup, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, you know I would have kicked those randos out if you had come to me earlier right?” He ask, and you notice the look of guilt on his. You take a sip of the drink, smiling a little as you nod, before leaning against him, and feeling his long arms wrap around you, as he presses another kiss to your forehead. “Is there anything I can do to make this up to you darling?” He ask and you look up at him a tired smile gracing your face.

You smile wider before you tap your lips twice, earning a bright smile and one of his ever famous laughs from the taller of your lovers before he leans down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, and you both laugh together as Billy makes an offended sound from behind you, so you turn to give him a kiss as well, and watch as Stu kisses him too.

Billy presses another kiss onto your shoulders before he speaks again, “Hurry and drink that babylove so you can get ready for bed, okay, imma get you something to change into,” he gives one more kiss to each of you before leaving the bed to do as he said. You look back at Stu who gives you another kiss.

“I love you,” he tells you, and you nod with a smile.