“Hey, hey!! bestie!!” your friend was waving her hand infront of your face as you jolted and hit your knee under the table as you hissed out and put your elbow on the counter. “what..” you said as your other hand was coming down to rub down at your knee that was stinging. Your co-owner, Millie looked at you a little concerned before putting her hand on your shoulder with an sympathetic face. “Didn’t mean to scary ya but you were zoning out and we’re on the clock!” How long had you been zoning out for? 5 minutes? 25 minutes maybe even 30??

“Sorry, I’ve just been so lost in thought lately. It’s been a little bit draining lately” Millie’s hands rubbed your shoulder “it’s alright, I completely understand. It’s just apart of becoming an adult and taking on a bunch of responsibilities at once.” too many responsibilities, you already miss the good days were you’d be laying in your bed, stacked up with snacks and watching your favorite YouTuber not having to worry about what you’re gonna eat tonight, how you’re getting home or if you payed your rent. Did you pay your rent??

See, what you mean? So many responsibilities that come with being an adult that you’re not ready for but you just gotta stuck it up and push through. You’re lost in this bit city with no one by your side family or romantic wise to help you. The thought stresses you out as you’re not even listening to Millie as she rambles. You just dismiss her as you begin to get up and walk around the store help. Would that be a good idea with being so light headed?? No, you should just handle the register for now.

It’s a simple task, check things out, bag them and check the person out. You could do that, your body was draining itself as you dragged your “dead” body to the register as you pushed the little door thing open and closed it. You looked dead and felt dead, it was hard to hear and that headache was getting worse. Was it time to feed? You shouldn’t be this hungry at this hour, it’s only 10am. It’s only been an hour or two since you’ve got to work. You don’t know what time it is really but all you know is this headache might kill you.

…business is slow today, which is unusual. It makes you wonder if the open sign is even turnt the right way but a customer or two come in and you let out a sigh of relief. Your own loneliness and thoughts would have mushed your brain and let them roam through your head any longer.

Your head snapped up as you watched closely as the customers or couple looked at lingerie.

“You’d look great in this honey” the male pointed at the set as he made a camera angle with this fingers as the girl just giggled and blushed. “Ohh stop, you.”

“Ohh stop, youuu” you mocked her as you were behind the counter. Playing with the buttons of the register, you had been single for the longest and that also drove you crazy. A lot of things drove you crazy.

The couple continued to explore in the store and finally picked up a set as you couldn’t make out what they were saying but they were heading your way “Um, excuse me?” Eyes locked with hers as you put your elbows on the corner ready to snap into your fake work persona. “Hello, how may I help you?”

“I was wondering if you guys have this set, the uh- “blonde 4 hearts” set in a size Medium or is it only for the petite sizes?” Blonde 4 hearts was a rather popular set and you’d have to check back with Millie on the stock to see if their was anything left of that set. “I’ll check in the back and see if we have anything” a small smile on your face as she smiled back.

“Milleeee” feet making their way to the back as you slightly stumbled from the dizziness. “Do we have a size Medium for the set “blonde 4 hearts”.

“All sold out, you know that set is popular.” Millie chuckled as you shook your head. “Gonna have to the break news to the couple up front then.” You playfully rolled your eyes and wished your farewell to the Millie as you walked back to the front and unfortunately had to the bad news to the couple.

“Bad news, due to high demand with this set we’re out of stock with any sizes but those. But we get a new stock every 1-2 weeks depending on when our supplies come in. If you want I can get your contact info and give you a call when it’s back in stock?” The lady looked disappointed but a ”sparkle” in her eyes appeared when you mentioned it being back in stock.

“I’d love that. My name is Luna Moore, my number is xxx-xxx-xxxx and my email is [email protected]. You took note of everything in the system as you smiled at her. “We’ll give you a call back when it’s back in stock, you have a nice day.” The lady replied back with a kind gesture of “you too” and she was off.

Now, you needed Millie.

“F-Fuck, hey…” Millie said as your teeth sunk into her skin as you drunk her blood. Her shirt unbuttoned and hanging off her arms as you held her onto her waist, feeding on her. Millie was one of your closer friends even if she was a co-worker and she allowed you to do things like this. She counted like it was a blood donation, which it kinda is that. Her blood was sweet and dark in red. It was healthy. Which made her your number 1 to turn to when it time to feed.

Teeth leaving her skin as you licked your lips and a string of thank you left your mouth. As she was buttoning her shirt up “it’s not problem, you’re my best friend. My weird best friend” you smiled at that. Fangs viable and tongue visibly red from the blood. Up and off your feet and wetting a paper towel as you returned to her and rubbed the excess blood over the mark with pressure as you discarded the paper towel.

“What were you gonna tell me earlier before I started feeding on you.” Millie stretched as she sat in the chair, before getting her phone off the table. “I found a dating app, it’s called “hookship” it’s basically a place where you can hook up or find potential long lasting partners. Even short term. “I don’t know Mill..”

“I’m not one for the dating apps, there’s some many creeps and weirdos online” and what you said was the truth, you never knew who you could trust online and Millie could understand that point but you really needed someone. “Just give it a try, please.”

“Maybe, it might be different right?”

You stared at your phone at 2:42 AM at the welcome sign. Eyeing the “make an account button” is this really a good idea? Are you this desperate? You weren’t ugly or anything that you HAD to use a dating app. But this could be a new experience for you, this would take a lot of thought and tonight wasn’t the night for this.

You’d click your phone off and lay your head down on your pillow. You’d have a clear idea tomorrow, maybe.

“You never let me have anything good in life, it’s always your way”

“It’s for the best, I want what’s best for you”

“Then why can’t I be happy with him”

“Cause I just can’t approve of it.”

“You’ll understand when you’re ol-“ you cut him off with a sharp response “I’m older now dad, I’m not your little girl anymore. Im a full grown woman who is compatible of getting a car, having a license and going to work just like every other adult in this harsh world.” You’re cutting him off again before he can speak “you HAVE to stop babying me and you want what’s best for me. At least stop doing that.”

“You live under MY roof, not to mention I’m your father. You may be older but whatever i say goes when you live here.” What the fuck was he getting mad because you spoke out your truth, your fist balled in your lap as you chewed at your lip to ease your own anger, trying to keep yourself calm.

“I literally help around here with things, why can’t I just live my life?! you keeping saying it’s for the “better” but it’s not. You’re just controlling and want to push your definition of better onto me” your tone is harsh and your own voice is louder in volume, knowing you shouldn’t raise your voice at him cause of how he’ll spams out about it but he’s already three steps ahead of you.

“Don’t use that tone with me.”

“ I talk however I want cause I’m not a little girl.”

“Have some respect for your father”

“I will when you respect me.”

Up and off the couch as you’re walking away from him, he’s telling you to come back and sit down cause he’s not finished but you’re drowning him out. You don’t have the patience nor time for him anymore. It’s been far too long to deal with him as you’re opening your bedroom to reveal sleeping Hobie as you close the door quietly.

That was the first occurrence about Hobie.

Today is Thursday and you’re getting off your small little job that’s not the greatest but gets the bills paid and food in the house. You’re unlocking the door to see your boyfriend and your father, your father has your hands all over your boyfriend as Hobie is trying to not to put his hands on him for your sake. “You don’t deserve my daughter, you’re not good.” He’s yelling at Hobie as he pulls him and Hobie crashes into a wall and you’re quick to run over and grab your fathers arm as he’s trying to push further with Hobie.

“Stop this”

“Get your hands off me and stay in your place little girl”

He grabs your wrist as he holds onto it tightly as he’s tossing you on the couch as you clench your wrist. It aches and Hobie is quick to react when he hears your cry and he’s all up in your fathers space “Puttin' yor hands on yor daughter? that’s wild” his accent thick as your father tries to put his hands on Hobie again and he’s grabbing his hand. “Get the fuck out before I call the cops on you.”

Your dad is dead serious and you can tell and you just whimper while you hold your wrist. “gladly” Hobie is assisting you by your side as he sees that your wrist is bruising. “We’ll get you some ice when we get to my place” Hobie is assisting you as he’s grabbing your keys and wrapping his arm around you as you two walk out the door.

!!

When you guys get to his little place, he’s opening the door inside and motioning you to sit as he’s fetching you some ice for your wrist. His place is small but cozy and you could get use to waking up here with him, you were disappointed in your dad and thought he’d change but you were proven wrong again. “Sorry you 'ave a dad like that” he’s sitting down next to you handing you an ice pack as you place it on your wrist letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“It’s fine Hobie, I’m just glad I’m with you now”

He was quick to walk to you and kneel down, holding a hand to help you up. “Wha' 'appened?” He spoke as he helped you sit down before looking wiring his room for something to patch you up. Your side was cut as it bled out into the material of your costume.

“A fight with a villain, just a little scratch” you were panting as Hobie looked back at you “a “li''le” scra'ch? you’re jokin” He’s coming back to you with a gauze and something to clean up the blood, ““pu' 'his 'ere while i go ge' some'hing””. Handing you a cloth as you put it on the cut, Hobie is leaving the room for a brief moment but you can hear water running.

You get comfortable while he’s gone in the bathroom as you assume. Focusing on your breathing, there’s a lot of adrenaline running through your veins still from the intensity of that fight. Your skin is becoming less warm and you can actually catch a breath as you look up to see Hobie running back in the room with a wet cloth.

You lift the dry one off as he’s kneeling down to clean your cut, flinching at the contact because of how sensitive the cut is. A stinging sensation being unpleasant as it courses through your whole body. “you could’ve called for backup love”. He’s applying the gauze on as you don’t look at him “I didn’t wanna dependent on anyone. I had it under control” he knows you’re rolling your eyes at him and he just shakes his head.

“you could’ve go' bloody killed” Hobie tries not to raise his voice at you cause he’s never had to raise his voice. “A chance, I was willing to take to protect my city.” Hobie knew you were dedicated to being Spider-Woman but the thought of losing you made him nauseous.

It’s dead sielnt but Hobie speaks up “You know i care abou' you” facing him when he says that “I know you do Hobie, you wouldn’t have patched me up if you didn’t.” He’s biting at his lip piercings “You’re righ', bu' le' me show you 'ah much i care abou' you”.

His lips on yours, the cool metal against your warm lips as you kiss. It’s not entirely heated but feels more passionate, he’s bringing you into his lap as you kiss. You feel small in his lap as the kiss is broken and his hands are on your sides.

““ge' 'his off, now” he’s referring to your suit as you’re pulling it off and he’s helping as it’s discarded. Resuming being back on his lap, his hands trail down from your chest to your panty line. His piercing against your collarbone as he kisses it, his teeth sink in as whimper escapes your lips.

“Such a good girl, le''in me 'ave my way wi'h 'er” Hobie’s hands is finding their way in your underwear as he plays with your slick, sticky stain in the front of garments as he sinks two fingers with ease. Hands finding their way gripping on his shirt as you bury your face in it. “Lemme see my pre''y girl, cmon” you whine as his fingers don’t move, quick to look at him as he smirks at your face.

Eyes blown with lust and desperation, without another word he’s moving his fingers inside of your walls. Moaning out his name while you clench down on his fingers with a cry. The way he scissors his fingers inside you makes you throw your head back “gonna cum on my fingers? make a mess on 'hem gawgeous”

Clamping down on his fingers as he touches that sweet spots inside you as you cum. Broken springs of nothing but his name come out as he plays with your hair with his other hand. Fingers still thrusting inside of you to help ride out your orgasm.

When his fingers pull out, he’s bringing them up to his mouth as he sucks on them. “Taste fuckin’ amazing” you’re already fucked out but he shuffling as he’s pulling his cock. You look at it and look at him “Ready?” Nodding as he has a hand on your waist helping guide you down on his cock as you both moan together.

Sinking down to the base with another delicious cry, there’s no time wasted before he fucks up into you “fuck me back slut'”. You’re obeying as you bounce, his cock kisses places you haven’t or anyone else has ever explored before. As you can’t stop the loud moans that escape your lips, Hobie bites his lip at the sight.

“you’re 'akin i' so well” the praise does stuff to your mind as you guys fuck like animals. It only takes a few more thrust before you’re cumming again. Gripping his shoulder as your moans are mumbled into his shirt. He fucks up into you before it tips into overstimulation and you whine out. “Fuck Hobie..I didn’t know you could fuck like that”