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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥 ℂ𝕙. 𝟙

|| Pairing || - Dilf!Andy Barber x Reader

|| Warnings || - None so far hehe. Actually, andy barber is a warning himself. Very fluffy and slow burn-ish? Reader is 20 and Andy is early fifties 😀 so yea, but of an age difference. This is in first person too.

|| Summary || - It’s the summer before junior year of college and your neighbor can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

|| A/N || - IM BAAAACCCKK AAAHHH ahem sorry. I literally started writing in this acc and then dipped and now I'm getting back Into it hehe, I cant help myself. But yayyty this is the first chapter of my first series and I'm so excited omg omg

|| Word Count || - 2.8k

There was a light breeze that turned the tip of my nose cold, enough to tickle the hair on my face that removed me from an enticing trance. Six, seven months, maybe since the new family moved in known as the barbers. They had a past, I'm sure of it but who the hell am I to bring it to the present? I mean, for whatever reason they moved here, it was to escape and though marathon wasn't paradise on earth, it cut close.

The for sale sign on their clean-cut lawn lasted as long as a blink, the listing to our left being sold as soon as it was on the market and that sparked many eyes to center on it. But that lasted a week and only that before the barbers deemed this villa to be their retreat in the cruel world that surrounded them. No one knew who they were or what happened that caused them to move from the chilly climate of Boston to the humid one of the Florida keys. But they're here and they've piqued my interest.

“Honey, are you dressed?” it was a voice, one aged yet high pitched, belonging to my stepmother Rose. She was nice, she liked my father enough to stick around when he had arrogant outbursts but those weren't introduced to her until he was engaged to her. She was tall, slim, and at the age where all her veins were prominent against her skin but she pulled you in with stories of where she seemed to live another life. It made me wonder how she ended up here, with my father, and taking all his shit when those stories she told could live on.

Maybe that's where I came in. to pass her stories onto me and do my best to make my own. “You're 20, you have so much ahead of you.” Those were her words, ones she repeated to me many times as if she wished to tell herself that at my age. Either way, it was too late to feel bad for her but she was right. I'm only 20 and I, like her, would like to tell stories to young women that reflect me at this age.

“Coming,” I called through the door and backed away from my bedroom window, shutting it after myself. There was already an ache on my shoulder from the weight of the bag I prepared for a day on the sandbar, an extra bathing suit, an extra set of clothing, sunscreen, a hat, and a book to indulge me later on. I twisted the handle that opened to the narrow hallway of the beach house my father bought in 2000 and he's been accustomed to renting out to families that escaped the north and decided my summer before junior year of college was a good time to put it to use.

Rose stood in the kitchen, hunched over sandwiches she made to keep our stomachs from rumbling in the dead center of the sea. She also packed salt and vinegar chips, my favorite which she made a point to always have on hand when I craved a snack. Not a word left my mouth as I stepped past her to the patio, watching as my father used the freshwater hose to clean the inside of the boat. “Hey, sweetheart, hand me the cooler would you?” My father asked, his arms outstretched and his eyes switched from my own to the cooler on my left. A nod from my head prompted me to grab the handles on either side of the blue cooler, lifting it and straining slightly as I heard the movement of ice inside of it. “Jeez,” I said, lifting it above my hips in an attempt to hand it to him easier and he removed it from my grasp without much effort. A huff left my lips as I trained my gaze over the docks that lined all the beach houses, a weird way to set up a neighborhood if you didn’t own a boat.

“Where’s rose?” My father asked and I removed my bag from my shoulder, sighing in relief at the loss of weight off my shoulder as he placed it in the storage compartment at the front of the boat. “She’s inside getting the food. I’ll start locking up.” I spoke, unsure if what I said processed through his head since he was the type to act as if he was at times and I wasn't certain if that included now or not. My hand reached for the keys that hung above the outdoor freezer, usually used to store bait and fish. He flaked and gutted which made the keys in my hand smell. It also wasn't the best idea to have the keys in such an open space but surprisingly crime was low here and the worry about intruders was not a common one. “Don't lock up, yet. We’re still waiting for the barbers.”

My body tensed at the name, the step I was about to take to the side entrance contracted my muscles and a wave of numbness pushed through me. I tightened my grip on the keys in my hand, surely making a mark in a jagged manner due to the shape. “The barbers, father?” I cringed at myself for a moment, knowing I reserved the endearment for when I was conflicted and looked to him for some false sense of security but what does he know?

“Yeah, they’re joining us but they should be here already.” He looked to his right, their house tall and prominent in his view but the windows or doors showed signs of life. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, a sound I didn’t want to be accustomed to yet the familiarity of it started to push that wave of numbness again. Torn in two, my mind attempted to look for the decision of if I should go inside and dread meeting them until Rose was with me or turn on my heel and give them a blinding grin.

I don’t know why I was scared to meet them, maybe the small anxiety of having to make conversation or the itching curiosity of why they were even here needing to be answered but a conclusion was made for me. “Sweetheart, come say hi.” my father's deafening voice rang behind me and I gulped the lump in my throat that formed without my notice. I dangled the keys in my hand, allowing them to jangle and I pulled back my shoulders to straighten my posture. My mind made quick laps to gather whatever information I already knew about them and all I could sum up was Mr. Barber is a defense attorney, Mrs.barber was a teacher, and their son was six years my junior. Great, prepubescent, and raging hormones.

I turned around, a grin on my face as I looked over the new faces and almost made a sharp intake at first glance. one thing is for certain, striking looks ran through the family. I picked up my feet, stalking towards them with hesitant steps and a vague idea of how to even approach them. “This is my daughter.” my father introduced my presence, the weight of all their eyes on me as I held my hand out towards Jacob who stood the closest to me, and shook his hand. I held back a grimace, feeling the clamminess of his palm and comparing the difference between his and his mother's that felt like a plush felt.

I shook Mr. Barber's hand, the contrast between ours; his calloused and rough, mine delicate and chaste. “Nice to meet you, Darling.” He smiled, his blue eyes piercing into my own as his large hand enveloped mine, a charm from the small action emitting from him. There was a palpitation in my chest at the pet name he gave me in such a short amount of time of knowing him, telling me he was an affectionate man, one that didn’t have many boundaries. “Nice to meet you as well.”

The loud shut of the side door caught my attention, Rose exited the house and struggled a bit to balance a platter and a large bag. Feeling a slight of pity, I walked up to the patio and grabbed the bag, the familiar heavyweight back on my shoulder making me pout. We neared the dock once more and Rose introduced herself to the barbers as we all piled into the boat. “Thank you,” I muttered to Mr. Barber as he held my hand to assist in my descent into the shallow boat, taking my seat at the front to pull in the ropes that hooked us from drifting away.

Jacob made himself comfortable next to me and I smiled warmly at him. “So, what school do you go to?” he yelled over the growling engines that cut through the water and I shook my head. “I don't go to school until I reach the fall.” I shrugged with my sentence and he nodded, vaguely keeping his interest in me. I held back an eye roll and looked over my shoulder toward the back of the boat. Mr. Barber leaned into Mrs. Barber's ear, a joke he made causing her to laugh and hide in the crook of his neck.

His eyes met mine, only for a moment at least, as he tilted his head. I blinked before turning around and facing the front of the boat once more. Our destination was already in sight because there were a few other boats anchored in comfortable positions, drifting slowly from the waves we made in tow. The loud growl of the boat engines began to stutter to a stop, finally being able to speak to one another without yelling at the top of our lungs.

“Think you can toss the anchor?” I hear my father call over his shoulder to Mr. Barber, watching as he chuckled dryly at him. “You insult me.” Mr. Barber stood, slipping past me on his way to the tip of the boat, opening the compartment where the anchor is stored, and held it just over his shoulder. My eyes trailed the hand he had holding the anchor, moving down towards his bicep which bulged due to the weight, the veins in his forearm presenting themselves just under his skin. Subconsciously, I crossed my legs and turned away as I heard the splash of the anchor hitting the water.

Mr. Barber opened the storage compartment, reaching for the red-striped bag that Laurie had brought with her. “Here, honey.” He smiled at her as she now stood beside me, Jacob and I standing together as I grabbed my bag. Making my way towards the back of the boat, I removed my ragged shirt that has seen better days, and my shorts that were now tighter than I’d like after the half rack of ribs I consumed last night. I stuffed my clothes into my bag, placing it inside the bait well before hanging my legs over the side of the boat and jumping in.

The water was perfectly warm due to the piercing sun shining over it. I sunk into the salt water just under my chin before turning onto my back, enjoying the laxity of floating above the waves. “Beautiful day, huh?” Mr. Barber's voice interrupted my serenity and I stood on my feet, blocking the sun out of my eyes to obtain a better look at him. “Mhmm.” I nodded, looking at the ripples of his torso, the structure of his muscles is something he’s surely worked for and still maintained at his age.

“How old are you?” He asked and I looked at him curiously. “Turned 20 a couple of months ago,” I answered, my fingers each dipping into the ocean that surrounded me, and watched as the small droplets fell from the tips. “Fun age. Getting drunk, knocking out on the couch of your friend's dorm. The good old days.” He smiled, reminiscing his younger years as he ran his hands through his hair. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t drink.” I commented, ready to swim back onto the boat for some light reading.

“I get it. You’re a good girl.”

I looked at him and his eyes were dark, the blue of his eyes now a thin ring around his pupils. A logical reaction to his words has yet to cross my mind as I stared at him blankly. “Sweetie, come here!” Laurie called for him and I watched as he took two steps back before turning and walking back toward the boat.

Ignoring what he said, I continued to drift yet his words seemed to tattoo themselves onto the side of my brain.

—-~—-

I pulled the back of the sundress down, the length not exactly keeping me modest. It was navy with bundles of pink and white flowers printed onto it, the build of the dress wrapping my waist in a flattering manner. After the sandbar the day prior, the barbers kindly invited us to dinner, an outing on their dime. For a scarce small town, it still had its fair share of restaurants that had forks on the left and knives on the right and to place napkins on your lap.

“It’s under the name Barber, a reservation for six at 8:30.” Mr. Barber greeted the host with a smile and he scrolled through the large tablet before him as he nodded his head, confirming the reservation. “Right this way, please.” The host piled 6 menus in his arms, leading us through the restaurant. The ambiance was nice, dim but just enough light to maintain the aesthetic they’re going for. The white cloth of the tables was soft and crisp as if they just arrived from the dryer and we all took our seats.

I took notice to my left, watching as Mr. Barber claimed the seat there and rose to my right, all of us looking around the room in awe as we took in the others who dined as well. “What a nice place.” My father commented as he straightened his button-up. I nodded along, placing the aforementioned napkin in my lap, and took a sip of the water the waiter came and served us. “It’s gorgeous here, Andy. We can’t thank you enough.” Rose smiled, looking past me at Mr. Barber and I followed her eyes. For a moment, I saw his eyes flicker from my thighs to Rose, clearing his throat as he smiled at her. “Truly, it’s my pleasure.”

“So how’s it been at the office with George? I imagine he simply couldn’t sit still and do his homework.” Rose jokes, placing her hand on my father's arm. I let out a small breath, realizing now that the night would mostly be filled with questions made for the adults, telling me that I am now sided with the likes of Jacob. I looked over at him, seeing his face slightly illuminated, most likely by a gaming device just under the table.

“Office talk is the last thing I want to speak about at the table, honey. Did we tell you? Italy is absolutely beautiful this time of year…” My father continued and I drowned him out as he began to recall our first outing to Europe back in 2017 yet I couldn’t be bothered to listen to him rave about the beer and women there once more.

Then, a small gasp left my lips. The feeling of a large warm hand grazing the side of my left leg caught me off guard, almost making me tip the glass of water in my hand. My eyes turned to Mr. Barber who gave me a small smirk, his hand tucked behind my knee as his fingers smoothed over my skin. I swallowed the lump in my throat, the room surrounding me suddenly feeling smaller and hotter.

“Have you considered studying abroad, sweetheart?” Laurie said, looking over at me. I stared blankly at her for a moment before clearing my throat as I conjured up an answer. “Possibly, but for now I like where I’m at.” I gave her a weak smile as his hand trailed further up the side of my thigh, the tips of his fingers playing with the seam of my dress which I cursed at the short length. My hand stopped his own before he could progress, digging my fingers into his skin as a motion to stop but it seemed to urge him more. “That’s a nice dress, darling. Compliments you well. Doesn’t it?” Mr. Barber smiled kindly as if he secretly wasn’t making a move on his office partner's daughter under the dinner table. “Yes, you look gorgeous.” Laurie agreed and I couldn’t help the blush that crept onto my cheeks, more likely due to the hand that was causing my skin to feel as if it was on fire.

“Thank you.” I uncross my legs, dropping them both on the seat under me and tucking my napkin under the side of my thigh, sneaking small glances at Mr. Barber as a waiter introduced himself to take our orders

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inhuman-obey-me · 3 years

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Hi! I saw requests were open and I must say I really do love your writing! :D

Can I request the brothers torturing someone because they hurt MC? Have a nice day! 😀😀

Thank you so much!! We apologize for the long wait, but some more torture coming right up. <3

For the purposes of this post, we're gonna say this "someone" is a human, and the "hurt" was something minor -- but if you want torture of demons, we have that too! You can see the last one we did here.

content warnings: torture, blood, body horror, use of psychedelics, sleep paralysis

LUCIFER

His eyes flick imperceptibly to where you were hurt, so fast that you'd hardly even notice if not for the subsequent frown that crosses his lips as he decides how to handle the impudent human that dared cause you harm.

He'll start with psyching them out -- humans are so easy to scare, after all.

They start catching glimpses of a strange shadow everywhere they go, a silhouette with curved horns and two pairs of large wings, but every time they turn there is no one and nothing there.

All they get are confused looks when they try to make others see the frightening shadow, and even they lose sight of it themself, so they are convinced their mind is playing tricks on them.

One day, they mutter to themself that nothing is there in an attempt to ignore the monstrous shadow that had appeared once more -- only to be met with a sinister snicker and a hand on their shoulder.

When they whirl around this time, they're met face-to-face with the red glow of Lucifer's eyes, which freeze them where they stand.

His torture weapon of choice in this case is a flaming whip, so that each blood-drawing lash immediately coagulates and scars from the fire.

MAMMON

The Great Mammon isn't about to let some human get off the hook for hurting you, no matter how minor.

They find themself being followed by crows wherever they go, chasing them down the street and pecking at them with their sharp beaks.

As they turn a corner trying to escape, they find themself running headfirst into the demon, who just gives them a rather pointed grin.

Before they know it, they're strung up by the ankles like he is all the time. Ah, it's good to be the one on the ground for once.

He snaps a branch off of the tree they are currently dangling from, twirling it in his hand as he sizes up the squirming human.

They have now become Mammon's very own custom piñata as he starts swinging the branch at them.

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

He gets even more excitable with his strikes as loose change starts spilling out of their pocket.

With one final, extra strong hit, their wallet drops to the ground, which Mammon happily scoops up and skips away with.

As for the human, well, they'll continue hanging there to think about what they did until someone finds them to let them down, also much like Mammon all the time.

LEVIATHAN

Levi's first thought, upon discovering that you've been hurt, is that this is a person who is an absolute piece of shit.

And you know what? They should know it. They should know what a piece of shit they are.

He puts a curse on them that causes them to start paying attention to all the ways that everyone around them is better at this or that, filling them with deep envy and despair.

He thrives off of those feelings, but he's not going to stop there -- he'll use it to his advantage. The Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy is a master strategist, after all.

He lures them into an escape room on a boat, featuring puzzles that feed on exactly all their insecurities -- but if they can solve it, surely they'll find their self-worth!

Unfortunately for them, they realize too late that the threat of a sinking ship in the story setup at the start of the puzzle wasn't just a threat -- after a couple minutes, water really does start flooding into the room.

They better figure out the solution before the timer runs out, or they'll find themself actually drowning in forty-five minutes.

SATAN

Oh, they're dead.

Yes, it was just a scratch.

Yes, you'll be perfectly fine in a day or two.

STILL.

There's no calming the Avatar of Wrath when he's this upset over you getting hurt, even if it was minor.

With a little detective work, he manages to find them pretty easily and captures them, taking them to an abandoned construction site.

He goes for very gradual mutilation and dismemberment, slicing their nose and ears off first before removing toes, fingers, ankles, elbows -- placing each one in a bowl in clear view so they can see the pieces as he collects them.

To go the extra mile, he slices pieces apart first rather than just tearing them straight off, such as removing the actual kneecaps before tearing off that part of the leg.

He keeps them alive as long as possible, screaming at them demonically all the while about what they did.

But they do, of course, die, because well, their body has been slowly shredded apart, and no human is about to survive the fury of the Avatar of Wrath.

ASMODEUS

He's not too pleased when he finds out that you've been hurt, but he knows just what to do.

With some social media sleuthing, Asmodeus finds himself at the same club as them. What a coincidence!

He's quick to get friendly, chatting them up and pulling them into carousing with him -- who wouldn't want to hit the town with a guy like him?

Oh, do they wanna try out these fun pills? They're these life-changing hot new party drugs, and come on, they are partying tonight, aren't they?

He'll take some with them too, of course!...because he's not really affected by his own trippy scorpion venom. He still takes his own drugs, though.

It isn't long before rainbows start dancing across their vision and the room begins to warp, faces in the room shifting and stretching.

They also start to feel really ... thirsty? Before they know it, Asmo is pushing cup after cup of clear, refreshing liquid into their hands, which they gladly gulp down.

Unfortunately for them, that's not water, it's Everclear.

The mixture of venom and alcohol is surely a one-way ticket to blackout city, though of course they will learn that the hard way.

When they wake up, they find themself drenched, and out of severe dehydration, they desperately swallow down the liquid around them.

Except, as their mind slowly clears from the murky fog of their hangover, they realize that liquid happens to reek of shit, given that they have been pushed by Asmo fallen into a manhole a few feet from the club, right into the sewers.

BEELZEBUB

He frowns upon discovering that you were hurt, disappointed at himself for not better protecting you, even if it was minor.

When Beelzebub finds them, he marches right up to them, towering over them in all his demon-height glory.

*cracks knuckles*

Theirs, not his -- that was the sound of him grabbing their hands and crushing them in his.

He then proceeds to do the same to all the rest of their bones too.

The crunching sounds of splintering bone all along their body ring out in the empty street.

Once he's satisfied and believes he has left no bone unbroken, Beelzebub leaves them to their agony, crumpled on the ground.

When the doctors get ahold of them later, they're utterly baffled at how even the person's shoulder blades have been shattered inside their back.

BELPHEGOR

With a scowl, Belphegor sets right to hatching his revenge on the person who dared hurt you.

In the middle of the night, they find their mind suddenly alert -- only to find that they seem to still be asleep, and can't move.

They're overwhelmed by a sickening feeling of malicious intent radiating from on top of them.

Frantically, they try to sit up, but every part of their body remains stuck, as though being held down by some force.

They find themself trapped this way for hours, as their mind agonizingly struggles to either wake them up or fall back asleep, to no avail.

Actually, Belphie hadn't exactly planned to stay that long; he'd meant to just lay on top of them for a little while to give them a bit of a scare -- but oops, he fell asleep.

Hey, humans make comfy pillows!

When he eventually wakes up from his little nap on top of the human, he realizes they seem to have utterly lost their mind.

Oh well. Might as well snuggle back up to them for some more sleep.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me reactions #demons being demons #ask and ye shall be answered #some of these are more straightforward than others so excuse the shorter ones #sorry and thanks for the wait!!!

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