To Pay the Rent: A Demon/Reader Story

nihilismpastry:

A/N: Jesus, it’s been awhile since I wrote some original work on here!

Fandom: Teratophilia

Pairing: Demon/Reader

Reader Type: Female

Kinks: Tentacles, dirty talk, Master/slave

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Your family couldn’t pay the rent again.

You stared at your mother as she rubbed her swollen belly, her gaze sitting on the old kettle on the table. Beside it was every scrap of green paper with goldish stamps that your house possibly had. The old coffee container in the back freezer had taken out twenty notes, while your sister had coughed up three from her birthday earlier that summer. You had produced thirty that was left over from work on the Cheshire’s farm that week, and your mother had produced one hundred from her job at the hotel.

So now the three of you sat in the kitchen, staring at the damning pile of cash that threatened to catch fire with how hard you all were staring at it.

“I’m going to call your father,” Your mother said at last. “He might have something extra.”

Your sister scoffs, but hands her the only phone in the house. The screen was cracked, but a picture of you, your mother, and your little sister all smiling was still visible as the wallpaper. “What’s the point? He never has time for us anymore.”

Your mother rolled her eyes, but didn’t dispute the fact as she called up the man that had abandoned your family the moment he heard your mother was pregnant once again. You watched your sister flounce to the back room, and decided to go make yourself useful as well. You slipped your feet into an old pair of rubbers, before heading out the door and into the humid evening air.

You trudged down the stairs, and through the uncut grass the caressed your thighs and tangles of blackberry brambles who’s fruits were still a bright red. More than once you had to stop to free your skirt, but the thin cuts and stinging didn’t deter you from making your way into the woods.

Warped magnolia trees, thin pines, and small flowering plants that were beginning to close after a long day made up the Eastfield Forest. A long abandoned place that was claimed to be the place that the slaves were kept before the plantation was sold off to the factory. No one owned this place, and it was likely that no one ever would. Even your family, as looked down upon as it was, didn’t dare to try to make a move on it despite your trailer only being a quarter of a mile away.

You took in a deep breath, tilted your head back, and shut your eyes.

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