MISFITS SMUT ONESHOTS

Kinda Sus (Fuckles)

Among us AU

Trigger Warning: Oviposition (Egg-laying), Heat, breeding, not mpreg I swear mpreg is gross this is just eggs. Character Death, slight gore, tentacles.


Read the warning please I don't want shit for this if you don't read it...

Mason was a mess, a horny, bitch in heat kind of a mess. And that's because he was in heat. He hadn't known that people infected by the parasite could go into heat he only thought that the original Aliens themselves that the parasites had originated from could. He was throbbing under his suit and he knew since the second day of being infected that those stupid tentacles he had used a belt to keep down would be unleashed if this burning sensation in his guy got any worse. Once he was infected Cam had taken him on as a prodigy. Before the parasite entered his bloodstream he hadn't had even the faintest clue that his crewmate was an imposter, how was he to know he looked just like everyone else. The Australian hurried towards security where he knew Cameron's shift was at the moment and quickly ran in, shutting the door behind him before slumping against the door and groaning "C-Cam what the hell is going on with me?!" He sobbed, the over sensitivity causing him to begin to cry as his cock twitched desperately beneath his suit.

Cameron looked down at the smaller male in amusement, shaking his head with a small grin. "You're in Heat, obviously. You either need to breed someone or be bred by someone... Judging from the way you're acting, I'd say you're a Carrier." The smaller male was adorable like this, though he knew he wouldn't be able to help with his heat until they were alone for fear of being caught and voted off the ship. Sitting at the security desk, he spread his legs a bit and patted his thigh, indicating that the Lime clad imposter should sit on his lap.

Mason glared at the other man and it only took one more desperate twitch of his cock in his suit for him to move to straddle the taller man in the cyan suit. "What's- Fuck... What's a Carrier? And Breed? Bred? What the hell are you talking about I'm still relatively human I can't do that shit unless, like my organs have changed or some shit... though that'd explain why my suits so damn sticky near my fucken ass..." He whined embarrassedly. "Fuck I-I'm so warm..." He whimpered shakily, squirming on Cameron's lap.

Cam chuckled deeply and put his hand on the smaller imposter's back to rub soothing circles into it. "Your body isn't too different, it just has some new functions that make creating spawn a bit easier. Myself, I have everything needed to create the young. You, little Vessel, have the compartment to store the young as they mature into their infant form." He kept his voice calm and collected, though his senses were going a bit haywire with the desire to breed Mason.

He sighed. "As such, with the role of a Carrier you have to suffer through a sort of estrus period where your body produces an influx of hormones in order to get you filled with spawn... you would seem quite unlucky to have your first heat aboard a ship full of humans." The way the smaller male fit on his lap was tantalizing, though he knew in order to breed Mason he would have to either do it quickly or let the boy suffer until the crew was dead before acting as his instincts desired...

Mason whimpered and shivered as Cameron spoke "Christ everything you say is like, a million times hotter why did you have to make me into this thing, cunt.." He muttered angrily, trying to adjust himself on Cam's lap "Fucking Jesus Christ!" He sobbed as a wave of pleasurable heat hit him like a baseball bat to the head. He let out a cry and pressed a button to lock the door before he began to bounce slightly on Cameron's lap "Fuck~ Please~!! I need it! I need you in me! I need to be full!" The Aussie sobbed out, rutting his hips "Fucking b-breed me!!"

Cameron tensed immediately, an animalistic growl edging on his words as he grabbed the smaller male's hips. "Fucking- I can't Mason!" Stilling his partner's movements he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Mason's waist, claws threatening to tear through the gloves of his suit as his insides roiled at the pleasing sight before him. His mind went two ways, instinct and rationality battling within as he let out a shaky breath. "Fucking hell... You're so sexy like this, but I can't breed you yet Little Vessel~ I have to finish off the crew so we can be together in peace." Saying it aloud made his senses calm down a little, though he wasn't ready for the sudden wave of scent that was now pouring into the air- pheromones- meant to make any suitable imposters unable to resist the Vessel.