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🏠🔪Approximately two months ago I made my first House Hunted/John Doe Game fanart and my first MaiDoe scetch
★SO HERE'S A REDRAW
(Here's the original one)
#art#scetch#fanart#character#uncanny valley john doe#john doe x maison talo#john doe#john doe game#house hunted maison talo#maidoe#maison talo#house hunted fanart#house hunted game#house hunted#scopophobia studios#uncanny valley#uncanny valley series
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Dippy forgets again
My headcanon is that if yo u remove his lil neck connection to the house he’ll immediately flip down, like snap he’s down, and then the tube will flip flop around and try to connect itself again
#comfort characters#meme#john doe game#fanart#house hunted#john doe visual novel#maison talo#maison talo x reader#house hunted game#house hunted visual novel#john doe x reader#self insert
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��ׂૢ little prompt ༊*·˚ (♡)
visual novel; john doe
pairing; john doe × gn! reader
you, see someone doing something idiotic: oh god, what an idiot.
you, after realizing it's john doe: oh no, that's my idiot!
#🍒. prompts ꒱#i've to say that i pictured that 'idiotic thing' as john doe trying to fist fight maison talo#john doe x you#john doe x reader#john doe visual novel#john doe#john doe game
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why is there like no maison talo x readers cmon there is worse characters
THERES 5 WORKS IN MAISON TALO X READER ON AO3. IM CRYING
#house hunted game#john doe#maison talo#maison talo x reader#john doe x reader#WHY#slinks back into the shadows#i need my gross house man content#when he's literally a house:#[cute]
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To any of you that have played or watched games like 'John doe' 'House hunted' 'Sunny day Jack's and 'your boyfriend' I AM WILLING to make x reader content or more
#x reader#gender nuetral reader#all reader#maison talo#house hunted#john doe x reader#maison talo x reader#john doe#sunny day jack#your boyfriend
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Hiii!! I wanna ask about a transmasc reader x maison HCs if you want to do that is :33
You got it! Bear with me though, I don't know Maison the best anymore :(
~♡
Maison Talo x Transmasc!Reader
※ Just like Heim, he finds himself a bit curious with your identity!
※ Unlike Heim however, Maison can relate to you.
※ As a REALTOR, their bodies and lures don't necessarily match.
※ Maison happens to be a non-pollinating REALTOR, just like you!
※ Well... Not exactly like you, but close enough.
※ If you've undergone any surgery or take any medications, he'll be there for you!
※ He's not shy at all if you happen to get t-shots, and will definitely help out if it's something you're a bit scared to do.
※ He would also comfort you if you ever struggled with your body, musing soft compliments as he pet you carefully.
※ He's very serious about his job, but he still does enjoy your company.
※ He's not as interested in romance as the others, but he still loves you a lot.
※ It could be a bit difficult staying with him, as you'd likely fall prey to his enzymes easily.
※ It's nothing bad! You just tire out much faster than you ever would with Heim.
"My little buyer, going to bed so soon? You just came home."
※ He doesn't mind if you'd like to curl up and sleep, though he will encourage you to go out and about still. It's good for humans to stretch!
※ Hopefully you don't mind either, as he'll let himself hold your body a bit forcefully in place whenever you sleep.
#john doe#john doe game#house hunted#house hunted 2#house hunted game#maison talo x you#maison talo x reader#x you#x reader
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Guys I just played some wild visual novel games so feel free to request some wild stuff!
#btd#strade x reader#btd strade#my dear hatchet man#mdhm alan#alan orion#alan orion x reader#lbb#loveless biker boys#john doe#john doe x reader#slasher x reader#slasher headcanons#tate forest#frost bite#frost bite tate forest#house hunted game#house hunted#maison talo#degrees of lewdity#dol#broken colors#jacob alden x reader#lurking for love
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New characters!
Sorry for the ‘hiatus’ i havent been getting any asks! But i am back with NEW CHARACTERS :D
I now write for John Doe(from the game of the same name!) and Maison Talo(From House Hunted), as well as a few variations for fun!
As with everyone on my very long list i do platonic and romantic!
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John Doe & Maison Talo
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MazM Jekyll and Hyde
#house hunted#house hunted game#maison talo#john doe game#john doe#mazm jekyll and hyde#mazm#jekyll and hyde#henry jekyll#edward hyde
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🐍My friend joked abt Maison being a python. You know, cause he chokes and "swallows" his victims whole?
So. Um. Yeah. HERE WE GO IG
#art#house hunted maison talo#maison talo#maidoe#uncanny valley john doe#john doe x maison talo#john doe#john doe game#house hunted fanart#house hunted game#house hunted#meme#scetch#fanart#character#uncanny valley#uncanny valley series#rare pair#rarepair
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Dippy always forgets that Doe and Maison arnt quite human, like 5 times a day
#comfort characters#meme#fanart#john doe game#john doe visual novel#maison talo#maison talo x reader#house hunted#house hunted game#scopohobia studios#john doe x reader
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Yandere/Visual Novel Characters base on the phases y’all had:
Ayano - “I’m Not Like Other Girl”
Monika - Wrote Shitty Reader x Fanfic (Wattpad Kid.)
Peter - “I’m 14 and this is deep” Kid mix with the “Joker was right” Kid Or Homestuck Kid
John Doe - Creepypasta Kid
Jack - Fnaf Kid
Alan - Furry/“I believe I’m a wolf” or Zodiac Kid
Maison Talo - None (Too busy trying to make a business.)
Tate - “Alpha Male Bro” Kid
Randall - Undertale Kid
Ln’eta - Crystal Witch
Hector - Scp Kid
Micah - TikTok Kid (Try eat Tampons Challenge.)
Ren - Weeb that used to quote Anime at School
Koolie - Musicals Obsessed Kid (His favorite musical is most likely Heather or Hamilton.)
Y / N - All Of Them
#yandere simulator#your boyfriend game#monika#john doe game#sunny day jack#my dear hatchet man#house hunted game#tate frost#purple game#sucker for love#homegrown pet#micah yujin#14 days with you#tentador leches#y/n
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Could you maybe do John doe x reader where he sees reader with Maison and getting lured in so they try to save reader before reader gets eaten 👁️👁️ teehee
Yeah, ofc! Thank you for the ask :)
Summary: reader just moved into Uncanny Valley, and is about to go into a home offered by Maison. Doe has to stop them before it’s too late.
Genre: fluff, possible angst?
They/them for reader, he/they for Doe
Not proofread
Word count: 1.2k
You had just moved into Uncanny Valley and had already caught the attention of two people. One’s infatuated with you and the other wants to eat you. You didn’t know that yet, though.
You were in a cafe, waiting to hear from the people you’re renting your apartment from. You met eyes with a man from across the store.
The most noticeable thing about him was his eyes. They were huge, and it didn’t seem like he blinked. His pupils were the size of a pin, but swelled to consume most of his eye once he noticed you were staring. His already unsettling smile widened to show more teeth than a shark. They waved their hand excitedly, and you raised yours timidly in return. They were cute, in a creepy, stalker kind of way
You had been so caught up with the odd person staring into your soul that you hadn’t realized someone had walked up to you until he started speaking in a quick, professional tone.
“You’re new in town, lost and wandering. You need a place to call your own.” He smiled and adjusted his blood red blazer with quick, stiff movements.
Along with his voice, his clothes also seemed to be the type professionals have. He dawned a matching red two piece suit, with a black button up underneath.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Maison Talo, #1 RELATOR in all of Uncanny Valley.”
“…Nice to meet you, Mr. Talo. I appreciate it, but I already have a place to stay.”
He stared blankly for a few seconds, with the same worrisome smile.
“Dear buyer, I insist. The house will simply love to meet you.”
He, with the same stiff movements as before, reaches into his coat and pulls out a card, handing it to you. It’s only then- with his hand outstretched to you-that you notice the deep black of his nails. You take the card hesitantly. Maison leaves without another word.
Weird, you think, but brush it off soon after. Distracting yourself with ordering
After a while of sitting in the cafe, you decided it might be best to check out your apartment and get settled in. On the way, you had seen the same man that had met your eye earlier at the cafe- his hair still as untamed and face in the same expression as it was before. As soon as you’d seen him, he was gone- having turned a corner out of your line of sight. You shrugged and kept walking to your apartment
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Walking to and arriving at your apartment you had felt conflicting feelings. On one hand, it was warm and felt safe, and on the other you felt cold and preyed upon. Turning the knob to your apartment’s entrance, you can’t to find that it was locked, and that there was no hidden key anywhere. Not under the old welcome mat, or hidden in the soil of the plants adorning the entrance. After knocking your head against the door a few times, you pulled out your phone to call the people that had rented you out the apartment. After a short phone call, the realtor had assured you that it was be unlocked and a spare key would be placed within the next hour or so. Sighing, you slumped back against the door and slowly slid down. Rubbing your face harshly, you slip your fingers away from your eyes and see a familiar red suit. You groan- a bit too loudly- and Maison turns and makes eye contact with you. The seemingly permanent smile he wore grew further and he approached you with quick, confident strides.
“Hello once again, dear buyer,” he outstretches his hand to you, and you take it gingerly. With the strength of something inhuman disguised, he drags you up and momentarily off your feet.
“Hello, Mr. Talo. What are you doing around here?” You ask with a meek and suspecting voice, suddenly feeling an overwhelming feeling of cold wash over you. Completely ignoring your question Maison asks,
“Seeing that you can’t get into your apartment, it’d be a great opportunity for you to view a home up for sale by the #1 REALTOR on Uncanny Valley.”
Having nothing better to do, you shrug and give a curt ‘okay’. Immediately, he whips around and starts walking with the same strides he’d walked up to you with. You had to pace to keep up with him; He payed no mind.
Arriving at the house, you felt colder than ever. There was a comforting warmth behind you, and a foreboding kind of heat radiating from the house. Nothing about this felt good, but you approached the house further, with Maison silently urging you forward with an icy hand on your back.
Opening the door, Maison seemed to cast his gaze somewhere by the side of the house. He turned his head to look inside, and opened his mouth to speak, and was interrupted by your gasp.
There was a shocking heat surrounding your wrist, and when you turned around you saw that man- had they been following you?
“Don’t go in there, please, he wants to eat you.” He stared at Maison and his pupils contract to the size of pins, and he grips your wrist a little bit tighter, tugging lightly. You gaped and turned from side to side, wondering what to do.
“Well of course I do.” He stated with a flat voice. “Why else would I bring them here?” You stood there, in shock, until realizing that he just admitted that he was, for a fact, going to eat you if you stepped into that house. You tore his hand from your back and stepped away from his, awestruck. His smile diminished only slightly. The person behind you had moved their grip from your wrist to your hand, squeezing lightly, in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture.
You slowly take steps back, with both of them watching you intently. Turning around quickly, you run, quicker than you ever have before; Quicker than you ever will.
The unnamed man ran after you, and Maison stood where he was before, with his hands clasped together behind his back. You continued running.
Getting a more bustling part of the valley, you turn into an alley and practically collapse, heaving and trembling out of fear and adrenaline. There were quick footsteps behind you.
Turning your head, you see him once again. He shows no sigh of menace or ill-intent, but you back away regardless. He approached you until he was about 10 feet away, at which point he sits down quickly- criss-crossing his legs in a gesture of openness.
“I’m John Doe. Doe for short.” The wide, dilated eyes peered at you with revering affection and curiosity, like you were something to be worshipped. After you did and said nothing, he dropped his head down to be held by his hands. You waited a few minutes, and so did he- always looking at you with a dopey, loving expression. Slowly, you began to sidle down to the ground, becoming eye-level. You gauged his reaction, by saw nothing change in his face or body language.
“I’m…y/n.” He seemed to take in your introduction,and gave a slightly unhinged giggle.
“That’s definitely one of the names I’ve heard.”
Juxtaposing the feeling you got from Maison- and the house- Doe seemed to have a comforting warmth. It blanketed you and calmed you down significantly. You gave a quiet laugh, and he grinned.
“Nice to meet you, Doe.”
A/n: I am SO SORRY for taking so long to write this. I was getting writers block, and didn’t really know how I should’ve written the story out. Thank you @lefunnymoncey for requesting this, I hope you like it :)
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So, so, so- Since I'm literally in love with John Doe on a whole; can a get some soft, happy (playful?) hcs with him, please? ^^ It's fine if you don't want to do it, I completely understand! Love you, be healthy <33
I am honestly trying to be as healthy as I possibly can but my impulsive and intrusive thoughts are making it kinda hard, but I'm trying lol.
You can't tell me that John doesn't have a playful puppy personality
He might actually play catch with you
I feel like he'd carry you on his back when going to the mall to shop or just in general
I strongly believe that he would bring you things like a cat does
And its all random to
One day it could be your favorite kind of body wash
And the next it's it's a dog toy (ps. It's probably for him)
He probably likes playing dress up with you honestly
Im pretty sure it's canon that he'll disintegrate or melt if any water (or is it just liquids in general) get on him
But let's just say that doesn't exist
(If you can't read that it's: John Doe's weakness to any water/liquid)
You use detangler spray on his hair bc like... һᥲ᥎ᥱ ʸᵒᵘ 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 ᏆͲ?
And he probably plays with your hair to but he mostly sniffs it
Your house is probably a little messy bc John doesn't really clean much (I also read his wiki page and on the trivia thing the first bullet point was 'his house is a little messy' so hehe)
I also firmly believe he has one of M̴̨̦͓̰̌͆̉̃̄͆͜ͅâ̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝shoes on its own shelf but meh
You guys stole it together
You probably distracted him while John snuck into his b̶̖̤̋́̋̾̔͗̆͊̊̆́͑̌͆͊̈́o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓d̴̨̢̤̗̦͚̺̭̤͙̹̃̕y̷̧̰̲͍̝̘̗̩̑̇͐̾̽̏͊͑̇̃̉͜ house
{@yandere-smoothie thanks for requesting this! I'm also sorry that it's short. And as always hearts and re-blogs are welcomed along with requests and questions!}
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How to Butcher a Twink
A oneshot I originally put on both my Wattpad and AO3 account in 2023, but I realised I never put it here on my Tumblr somehow-
C/TW: Sexual themes {18+ only}, themes of implying abuse, death, murder, themes of implying murder, threats of murder, belt strapped around John's mouth {non-sexual}
Maison Talo x John Doe x Tate Frost
Scampering away from the person he once called his lover, John continued to run down the dark streets; not even bothering to scream for help thanks to the leather belt tightly strapped around his mouth. He tried to gnaw at the belt as he ran away from the fucked up person, but it was no use. Even with the inhuman amount of teeth he had, John couldn't even scratch enough of the leather off to break it.
He felt like crying so badly, but couldn't since his body made it impossible for him to even produce tears. He'd melt otherwise - a painful way to die. With his eyes blurry and spuratic, it was hard to make out where he fully was. It didn't help in the slightest with the fact it was night: the only sources of outside light being that from the streetlamps and the sun's own reflecting off the moon.
John's body froze up as he heard them scream bloody murder for him to come back to them. Twisting his head 'round to come face to face with the psychotic ex-lover of his, storming closer to him with their fist slowly rising in the air. His knees quickly weakened, pupils shrinking even more than they possibly could've before, as he noticed the blade of their knife in position to strike his face. John was frozen in place, begging through his eyes for them to not disfigure his face.
Covering his face with his arms, he hoped that they would be able to cover most of the brute force. A muffled, yet somehow deafening, cry for help screeched from him, hoping for at least someone to come save him. Waiting for the inevitable, John kept his eyes consciously shut, not daring to open them until it was over. Yet, instead, he heard a clang of metal smash against the pavement. Opening his eyes to a small, yet see-able, squint, John looked to see what was going on. They'd paused mid-swing, ready to plunge, yet for some reason had stopped.
Lowering his arms, he watched in shock as they were picked up into the air like a ragdoll and tossed to the side. Where, finally, John could see why they'd stopped. The back of their head had been split open, pieces of brain spilling out as they were lobbed to the side without a care in the world. John's eyes locked onto whoever had saved him; two men towered over his short figure. One glared down at him, while the other was looking at his bloodied hand in disgust.
"Ugh, give me your apron Frost," The disgusted man demanded, grabbing the apron that Frost had untied around his waist. "Humans have so much blood in them, it disgusts me."
"And your flesh tentacles are okay?" Frost raised an eyebrow as he glared at the fashionable man, watching as he finished cleaning up his blood-soaked fingers before handing back the man's apron. He glared back at Frost, his calm, wide smile unnerving John a bit.
"Well, hello there- ma'am? Sir? Which are you?" The taller man asked John, his smile no longer unnerving to the smaller male. Frost smacked him across the head. "Ow! What the fuck?!"
"There's a belt covering Sha's mouth," Frost informed the other man, walking over to John to get a closer look at his face. His fingers caressed across John's face, sending a chill down his spine. The man found the edges of the belt, digging his fingers underneath the leather to pull at it slightly. Using the butcher's knife in his other hand, Frost took his time to cut through the belt the psycho had wrapped around the Regular's mouth. "There ya go. Now can you tell us?"
"I'm a sir! Oh, my name's-" The two taller men looked at one another as John began to speak an inhuman language to them. With what sounded like a demonic scream that could rival a banshee's. "-but you can just call me John Doe."
"Ah, that helps a lot," Frost nodded his head, a charming smile appearing on his face. His hand still caressing the smaller's face, a faint tint of blush warming on John's cheeks. "The name's Tate; Tate Frost. And that one over there is Maison Talo."
"Hello down there," Maison chuckled as he bent down to be properly face to face with John, patting the sentient black hair that began to curl around the taller's fingers. "How interesting... you're not particularly human yourself, are you?"
"Not really," He shrugged a little, beginning to smile at the two that had saved him. "I'm just a Regular Guy!"
Maison removed his hand from John's hair, taking note of the species he was with much interest, while Tate looked down to the corpse they had both just murdered mere minutes ago. Picking the corpse up by their neck, he brought it over to the two that were still having a small conversation.
"So, why were you getting chased by them; don't mind me asking," He asked, his strong grip almost crushing their neck entirely. "If it's too sensitive, you don't need to say."
"They were chasing me, in all honesty," John explained, trying his hardest to figure out why they'd even changed in the first place. "It was all so sudden. One minute we were in love, the next they were trying to cut off my head!"
Hearing those words, Tate's grip tightened more, crushing the spine inside of their neck like it were flimsy wood. His purple eyes locking onto John as he tossed their corpse to the side one last time. Before either of them could do anything, John twitched from, seemingly, nothing. Craning his neck up to the sky, a second passed before it happened again; this time the two men noticing the reason why. It was beginning to snow.
"Regular's don't like water," Maison informed the other, looking over to the creature himself that was slowly becoming distressed. "Let's get you inside before the snow gets any worse. Okay?"
With a small nod in return, the Realtor took his hand, bringing him inside the small store the two men were originally in before the sudden cry for help had been called. Tate was the one to close the glass doors, making sure it was locked tightly before turning around to face the other two, much skinnier, men. Walking over to them, his eyes glanced around the semi-small building. Though he knew nobody else but them three were within its walls, he still wanted to make sure that he was correct. To which he was.
"Now Sha," He began speaking to the short man, coming to a halt when there was barely any space between the two. Leaning down a bit, Tate smiled towards the other, noticing John's face barely flush a shade of pink. "We've saved your life, you've got a debt towards us now. Understand that?"
"A little bit," John hummed out, glancing to Maison before looking back at Tate himself. His back now straight, his eyes looking down to keep contact with the shorter male. "But... what kind of debt am I in? What do I need to do?"
The two men looked at one another; Maison's calm grin now laced with something else, sending chills down John's spine as he noticed the same thing with Tate. Maison's eyes averted back to John, his sickly sweet smile even more on show for the Regular to witness. He flinched a little, feeling his wrist be grabbed by Tate. Though, somehow, it was gentle, despite the fact he had just crushed a neck not long ago. Specks of blood splattered onto his scarred arms, now finally noticing his jacket was nowhere to be seen.
"Ah, sorry about that Sha~" Tate's voice soothed John, calming the tense and fear he had in his veins. Removing his hand from the Regular's wrist, he wiped the remaining blood onto his apron. More of the thick liquid just staining it. "I'll clean that up for you if you'd like~?"
Getting a small nod in return, Tate rose John's wrist to his mouth. His slightly scarred lips curled into a smile as he placed a gentle kiss on the back of John's hand. That pink shade of blush now becoming more prominent on his cheeks; his eyes staying locked onto the butcher's purple ones that held a form of hunger John couldn't fully understand. Tate's tongue slithered across his thin wrist, slowly removing the blood and replacing it with a layer of fresh saliva. John's eyes averted from Tate's eyes, now locking onto his tongue that licked away his ex-lover's blood. The Regular was too frozen in place to even react to the feeling of two hands that carefully rested on his shoulders; one hand massaging the shoulder it stayed on.
"Fuck, you're so cute Sha~" The butcher chuckled, licking away the last bit of blood. Though he didn't let go of, or even lower, John's hand, instead keeping it near his lips. The blush on John's face not daring to fade away, but actually deepen in colour to blood red itself. "We could just eat. You. Up."
John could only whimper in response, feeling teeth graze his neck as he continued to stare at Tate. This was one of those times that John wished he could close his mouth like a normal human, but alas he couldn't. Instead having to deal with his teeth on show no matter what. Whimpers continued to slip past his lips with ease, feeling Maison's lips venture his neck. Finally letting go of his hand, Tate continued to smile at John, noticing the deep blush that had permanently settled on the Regular's cheeks.
"How'd you get the scars on your arms?" He frowned, eyeing John's arms. Maison stopped what he was doing, glancing down to check the smaller man's arms before looking back up at him. Lips not leaving his neck. "I hope it wasn't them."
"No, it wasn't them," John shook their head, using his free hand to cover his blushing face as best he could. Blushing even more at the sound of Maison chuckling at his action. "I do it to myself- and I'm not sad!"
"Oh~? A person of painful pleasure?" Tate chuckled alongside the Realtor, leaning down so his and John's faces were almost touching. Removing his hand from his face, the butcher eyed the Regular's lips. Not smiling, just having his lips parted, seeing how close the two of them were to him now. "I like that~"
John squeaked out, feeling Maison nip at his neck, slipping out a moan as he began to create more hickies. John's moan was cut short by Tate's lips landing on his own, kissing him deeply instantaneously. He felt Maison leave his neck alone, though Tate didn't stop their make out session; his tongue suffocating the top of Regular's throat. Something slowly slithered up John's legs, trapping the two together so he couldn't even tiptoe a step. He couldn't look down to check what it was though, with Tate holding onto his jaw. Keeping his head held up.
"Such a cutie pie," Tate laughed, pulling apart from their kiss. He kept ahold of John's jaw, smiling at the Regular who was gasping for breath. His eyes glanced down to see whatever was wrapping itself around his legs, glaring back at Maison in return once noticing. "Really Maison? Your tentacles?"
"I thought that was understandable," He shrugged, keeping the tentacles grip wrapped around the Regular's legs. His fingers caressed John's arms, slowly moving across his torso and stopping at his waist. The tip of the fleshy red tentacle hooked underneath the hem of his trousers, earning a shiver from John. His body tensed up, not fully knowing how to react to this new feeling. He noticed Maison and Tate glance at one another, nodding towards the other before looking back at the Regular inbetween them. "Are you sure you want us to continue?"
"Huh?"
"Do you want us to go any further John?" Maison asked again, making sure he was just as clear like the first time. Understanding what he was implying, John continued to blush, nodding in return to them both. With his smile becoming more caring and loving, Maison's tentacle began to slither further underneath John's trousers, opening the hem of his boxers and earning another shiver from him. His skin finally coming into contact with the flesh-covered tentacle was something he knew was coming, but even then it wasn't what he was expecting. It felt squishy, soft yet also hard, and enticing. It was hard for John to explain. He felt fingers carefully trace the scars he'd happily inflicted upon his arms, a near quiet whistle slipping past one of the men's lips.
"You're doing well, don't worry," Tate assured him, moving a hand of his underneath John's forever changing t-shirt. John held in a hiss, the tentacle now wrapping around his cock; his body stuck inbetween the two men like blood within flesh. "You look so needy Sha. Don't try to hide it. We'd love to see you beg for us~"
The Regular slammed his face into Tate's torso, loud whimpers and quiet moans slipped out of him as the tentacle began to pump his cock. Maison rested his chin on the inhuman man's shoulder, smiling the entire time as he savoured the embarrassed moans that John let out. Sitting on the tiled floor, Maison pulled him down with him, letting the smaller man rest on his lap. His body leaning into the Realtor's own as he continued letting the tentacle play with John's dick. Was John slowly becoming a writhing moaning mess? Yes. Was it because of the uncomfortable situation his dick was in? Also yes.
A gasp escaped his mouth as he felt his trousers be ripped away from his legs, boxers leaving not far behind. With his legs pulled into the air by strong hands, Tate chuckled at the blushing mess of a state John was in.
"Now... I bet you've never done anything like this before. Am I right Sha~?"
John could only nod in response, not knowing how to properly speak with the tentacle teasing his tip. Another tentacle began to slither near him, the tip of it slowly entering his ass. John's back arched, a rogue moan echoing the store as the tentacle slipped inside. The tentacle continued to pump his cock, while his insides felt like they were turning to mush. Maison smiled as his tentacles did their work, knowing that John would be prepped by the time he was done on his side.
"Don't worry Frost," Maison continued to smile, eyeing up at the man. Watching him stare down at John's moaning self; full of lust, a need to pounce and claim the small man. "By the time I'm done with him, he'll be all ready for whateveryou have in store for him."
Tate knelt on his knee, his deep chuckles echoing throughout the store as he lifted the chin of the blushing Regular. His mind was in a haze, vision completely blurred as he tried his hardest to keep his eyes on the butcher right in front of him. It was a challenge though; the tentacles continued to play with his body - around and inside - like a sex doll, all for them two. And only for them.
"Fucking hell Sha, I can't keep waiting like this any longer," Tate growled out, his eyes glaring at the vulnerable man. His prey was sending just the right pheromones to send him over the edge. He bent John's legs down to where his knees touched the sides of his head, another tentacle coming out to wrap around his ankles. Trapping him in place. Maison moved away from John, standing up to walk over to a nearby counter to lean on as if nothing had happened. As the tentacle inside of him slipped back out of him, it left a pool of its cum in its wake, angering the butcher even more. "I deserve to claim you! Take what's mine! Got it?"
Not even waiting for a reply Tate slammed inside of John, his petite figure being wrecked almost immediately by the muscular butcher. When had he even removed his clothes? Was John so much in a haze he hadn't even noticed? At this point he couldn't bother to think of a straight answer, instead giving into the temptations that corrupted the back of his mind. Begging him to just give in to the two men that had saved his life. Wanting nothing more than to be their fuck machine. Even if it was for one night. John let out all the moans he could muster through his already hoarse throat, begging Tate not to stop. To continue going. To go harder {if he pleased}.
"That's what I like to hear!"
Tate laughed as he continued to fuck the twink underneath him {which, compared to the other two men, couldn't be far from a lie}. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he breathed heavily through each pounding. Not giving a single break. Not a single moment to pause. Not a single chance to come back to reality. Tate wouldn't stop; wouldn't slow down. He had savoured enough of John, now he was demanding to claim him. To keep him.
Maison continued to watch everything play out, smiling at the Regular that was loving every second of it. The Realtor knew that, if possible, he'd definitely be hard right now. But alas he couldn't, it was impossible for him. His clothes were his flesh, he didn't have a single reproductive organ on or in him. Which was why he was glad for flesh-coated tentacles, they worked like a charm on John after all. So why shouldn't he be proud of them?
"It appears he's enjoying this quite a bit. Don't you think Frost?" He asked with a wicked smile, walking a bit closer to the two on the tiled floor.
"Fucking understatement," Tate huffed out, slamming deep inside the Regular again. Savouring how tight he was despite the tentacle's prepping; how John had covered his mouth to try and lower the volume of his moans and cries of pleasure. It didn't work: each time Tate fucked him deep, every nerve in his body felt like it was struck by a lightning of pleasure, preoccupying his hands to gripping the tiled floor instead. Maison knelt down beside John's head, caressing his face with such delicate touches. Keeping his tentacle wrapped around his ankles, the Realtor leaned down to kiss him. Savouring his taste as he kissed back almost instantaneously.
Tate wafted some of his hair out the way, quickening his pace as he felt the urge coming closer to him. He wanted to continue, he dearly wanted to, but his body wasn't allowing him to. He despised it. Maison parted from the kiss, glancing over to Tate as his growls slowly became louder.
"Fuck!"
The butcher yelled as he came. Wiping his mouth with his arm, he looked down to see that John had climaxed as well. Covering nearly his entire face with his hands out of embarrassment, the cum splattered across his red tinted body. Peaking between his fingers, John took a peak at Tate Frost. His body dripping beads of sweat, not even bothering to pull out and instead letting the cum fill the insides of his petite body up. Watching the tentacle unwrap around his ankles, he picked John up. Wrapping his arms around his chest and pulling him up on his lap, all the while his dick was still inside him.
"You did so well Sha," Tate applauded the Regular, caressing his face as he noticed Maison sit closer to the two. "Taking Talo and I so well. You filled up your end of the debt quite well."
"Thank you," John mumbled out, barely able to say a word without his throat becoming dry, hoarse, or even scratchy. He leaned into Tate's chest, smiling the entire time as he allowed his eyes to close. The blush on his face now a rosy red.
"How cute, he wants to cuddle now," Maison awed at him, giving a small kiss to his forehead as John let out a small, near inaudible yawn. Tate could only smile as he watched it happen, knowing that he could never play with this one. Never torture him. Kill him. He couldn't. John was an interesting guy, that lead all three of them to have quite an interesting experience they would never forget...
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I may turn this into an actual fanfiction, but due to the fact I've got 2 other fanfic WIPs rn I may write this one in the background to not feel rushed and have it perfectly fleshed out!
#18+ only#smut#18+ content#18+ post#mdni#oneshot#angst with a happy ending#angst#one shot#john doe#john doe game#john doe visual novel#john doe nsft#maison talo#house hunted#house hunted game#tate frost#frost bite#frost bite game#tw abuse#abuse tw#tw abuse mention#queer nsft#nsft
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Housed Hearts Ch1 Prologue
They say home is where the heart is. Well for a REALTOR it's where more than just their heart resides. Mostly their appetite. So which is stronger? The yearning of a heart or empty void of hunger? One woman is determined to find out.
(House Hunted, House Hunted 2, Maison Talo, Heim Baile, Uncanny Valley, coverart, Ivy, John Doe Plus, and John Doe all belong to Mortisfox. Dom Hus belongs to Bileshroom.
Warning: Rose getting her eye clawed out is mentioned briefly in the flashback. Mentioning of blood.
The Fishermen are my own original Uncanny Valley species and if they're mentioned at all they belong to me. Above is what Rose looks like with her scars. Will contain oc x cannon content.)
The world of Uncanny Valley was a dangerous place where you had to keep your wits about you. Things happened often. And if you weren't careful, you'd be swept away never to be seen again. Or worse. Found deceased or changed forever. She always needed the warnings. She always had. From the moment she was a little child those rules had always been hammered into her. Serious talk after serious talk by her parents.
"Never trust anyone who isn't even human." "Stay away from them! Never engage!" "Don't listen to anything they have to say!" "You ended up like this because you didn't listen! Do you believe us now?"
That child that had attempted to touch the unknown creature without thinking paid the ultimate price when claws were slashed out, blood was splattered, and her eye taken. Her parents had taken this as a result of her not listening to the warnings and said she would learn from now on. She did for the most part. She had learnt to be more cautious about things going forward but never carrying the predigest they had in her heart. It was a terrifying thing for her to go through and a terrible thing to live with but she was always a person whom remained open minded. You couldn't live in a place like this with a closed mind. She wasn't one to ever point blame at a whole species because of one individual. Her parents still didn't get her way of thinking. Only one whom seemed to think so was her Uncle and cousin but they rarely visited and lived far away from here. So it was only natural for her that she'd just go about her life the way she wanted to. And then it was time for her to strike out on her own and make her own sense of the world and make her own living. Which includes moving in to her own apartment and earning a job at the local greenhouse in town. She always did love gardening.
The Uncanny Valley Housing Company was the ones to call and set her up with a real house with a real lawn so she could really plant things like she's always wanted. She knew well enough to not ask anyone claiming to be a realtor. It was all really just a matter of hiring a moving company and then taking a bus ride to the new home she's been looking forward too for a long time now.
The road to the bus station was slow and bumpy as she stood up from the typical plastic-y benches. Her stop was here. Smiling, she grabbed her rolling suitcase and walked to the doors as they opened up upon reaching the bus stop.
She was almost there.
#house hunted#house hunted 2#house hunted game#house hunted visual novel#house Hunted#househunted game#maison talo#heim baile#Housed Hearts
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