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
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.
A new tentacle plant to tickle your fancy! A commission for @sirenofthevoid. This was so great, I haven’t done a tentacle plant in ages! I was so excited to get to do this.
Recently, you had dumped your boyfriend and kicked him out of the apartment. It had been a long time coming, in fact, you were pretty sure it was two years over-do. You were starting over and cleaning out any trace of him from the apartment. All he did was ignore you except when he wanted his dick wet and he had taken over your apartment like a virus in a healthy body. It was a long process but eventually, the air was clear.
You received a gift from a friend and it wasn’t something you would consider a great gift. It was a tiny potted plant and you weren’t even sure what sort of plant it was. It was slightly purple with little white-blue speckles. Your friend even told you “this one is kind of the runt” whatever that means for plants. You tend to not keep plants, for one, you’re not really good at it, for two, you have a cat that tends to destroy anything that has to sit on a shelf. You were told to water it and occasionally give it sugar water. Simple enough. But for you? Who knows.
Tentacle Plant (inspired by @momolady ) | NSFW | 3865 words Zin x female reader
Authors Notes: Like probably more than a few, Momo was my first experience with the tumblr tetra community (I stumbled upon her possessed halfling fics first and then may have consumed them all from there…). But some of my favorites were always the tentacle plant stories. So, as an homage and a thank you for everything she does for the tetra community, this one is dedicated to Momo ( @momolady ). If you get a chance, please, go follow her, give her some love, check out her patreon. Thank you for letting me dip my toes in the little mythos you created here.
I swear I’ll get back to the dark elf story soon! The plot bunnies and half finished stories keep getting finished (which is a good thing? A bad thing? I don’t know! Yay for the words going!)
AS ALWAYS, this is behind a cut but mobile will sometimes eat it. I apologize.
It was amazing and sad how your entire life fit into the backseat of your car. You’d finally left your manipulative ex. After years of not feeling worthy enough and fearing that he’d been the only love you’d ever get, that he’d make you worthless, you’d finally decided that even if that was the case, it was better than being with him. Days of being used for money and emotional support and as a maid had worn you down.
But as you walked into your new apartment, you could start to feel what it was like to be happy again. It was small, but it was yours. All yours and yours alone. And over the next few months, you’d furnished it with thrift store and curb finds, dragging your green sofa up three flights of stairs by yourself like a trophy. And it was finally starting to look like home.
But in spite of all the furnishing and personality, you’d put into it, it still didn’t feel like home.
Cute NSFW 