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Giert the Goblin: Part One (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2023-07-22 20:00:01 +0000 UTCYou live in a small apartment building, so little, in fact, there are only four apartments. You live upstairs where the only access is a staircase from the outside. Your neighbor on the top floor is a mechanic whose shop is just next door to the building. So often times, you see him come in from work, wringing his dirty hands and his coveralls covered in grease, oil, and perspiration.
You work across town at the mega mall where you work as a perfume girl. Yes, one of those perfume girls. The annoying one who spritz you with perfume as soon as you’re least expecting it. You can understand your neighbor’s plight of coming home smelling like rust and elbow grease. You just so happen to come home reeking of so much Chanel and Dior you can actually feel it dripping from your pores.
The first thing you usually do when you get home is strip out of your perfume soaked clothes and get into a shower. Sometimes it helps, but you can’t tell. You’ve gotten so used to the thick fog of perfume and cologne that it isn’t until friends visit that you realize how much of it follows you home.
You wonder how your neighbor deals with his smells. The scent of raw metal, oil, gas, and hard work always surround him whenever you bump into him in the halls. Although there have been a few times where he is dressed a bit nicer than normal, and the only thing you smell is laundry detergent.
He’s a Goblin too, so you find it hard to talk to him. In fact, you’re sure that the only things you’ve said to him are greetings. Hello, good morning, good evening, have a nice day. All those boring little pleasantries. You’ve always thought Goblins were cranky and mean by nature, but you know that’s a hurtful stereotype and you’ve been trying to push all of that from your head since before you even moved in.
One day, you’re coming home from a rather hard day of work. You dealt with some nasty customers and then had to have a meeting with your boss. It was as humiliating as it was unnecessary. A customer complained about something that wasn’t even your fault and you were taken to the manager. Oh sure, he said he understood, but the way he talked made you feel like a child. Then the way he told you to show more skin made you want to vomit.
As you were unlocking your door, the most terrifying thing happened. The key snapped off in the lock. You stare at the jagged nub attached to your keychain, jaw dropped and eyes wide. In vain, you attempt to reconnect the two-piece, even if just to turn the lock. You slam the metal against one another, hoping for some sort of melding to occur.
When nothing happens, and you’re left in the hallway to contemplate your bad luck, you break down. You slam your forehead to the door as the tears start to flow freely. Your body shudders and trembles as you cry. Holding your hands to your face, you sniffle and snot into the palms of your gloves.
The front door opens, and your neighbor walks in, looking a little worse for the wear himself. He’s whistling, but the tune immediately stops as he sees your blubbering form hitting your forehead against the door.
You start to walk by, going to his own door but as he lifts his key, he sighs. His shoulders slouch, and he turns around.
“You alright?” He asks with a gruff voice.
You whimper and snivel and hold up the nub leftover from your key.
“Oh,” he comes towards you, walking under you as he looks at the key in the lock. “That’s some luck you got there.”
You try to say something, but it all comes out as squeaky whining that’s unintelligible to anybody.
He huffs and shakes his head. “I can fix it for you. Just give me an hour. I’m starving and need a shower.” He unlocks his door then turns to you. “Stop crying, calm the fuck down,” he grumps. “Come in.”
You sniffle and rub at your eyes. “Thank you,” you whimper.
The goblin grumbles under his breath, tilting his head down as he walks into his apartment. You follow after him, catching a glance at yourself in a mirror by the door. Your makeup is smudged to hell, and your bloodshot eyes and nose make you look insane.
“Sit down,” he says, motioning to the sofa. He steps out of his coveralls, revealing he’s wearing a black shirt and jeans underneath.
“Thanks,” you snivel.
He turns and looks sharply at you, running his fingers through his dark hair. “Stop crying. It ain’t the end of the world.” His nose then curls. “You smell like you need a bath as much as I do.”
“What?” You whimper, looking up at him.
He clicks his tongue. “Never mind.” He tosses a folder at you. “There are menus in there, see if there is anything you like.” He walks into his bathroom and shuts the door. You even hear the lock turn.
You take your purse, grabbing the emergency makeup wipes from inside. You mop up your face, cleaning off the mascara and eyeliner that had given you crazy clown eyes. You then slouch back in the sofa and looks around.
His place was pretty clean, uncluttered. He had one bookshelf that was full and then stacks of books underneath it. He had a fireplace just like yours, and there were logs stacked to the side of it. There was a lingering aroma you recognized from the hallway, but that could just be his coveralls he stripped off. Other than that, you were starting to realize how much perfume was seeping from you. Maybe that’s what he meant.
You open up the folder, looking through all the takeout menus he had collected. You sift through them, not really feeling hungry but wanting to stuff your face to feel better about yourself. So you looked for a restaurant you knew had heaping portions.
You see his name on the bottom of one of the menus, Giert Brolk. You feel bad that after all this time you didn’t know it. You’ve lived together for about two years now, and this is the most time you’ve ever been around him.
The bathroom door opened and steam came pouring out. Giert stepped out, wearing only a towel around his waist. He quickly went into the next room over, closing the door. He came out a few moments later, his hair slicked back and wearing a black shirt and jeans again.
“See anything?” Giert asks.
“Uhm,” you look at the menu in your hands, and he snatches it away.
Giert looks it over, his eyes are sharp and clear. “This place huh?” He then looks at you and smirks. “Man, you’ve must be in a bad place.”
You frown at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You get dumped or something?” He asks as he takes his phone.
Your frown turns into a glare, and you scoff. “No!”
“Hush,” he holds up his finger and starts to order. He didn’t even ask you what you wanted, he just started listing items.
Looking away from him you feel irritated, but he’s trying to help, so you try to keep calm about it.
As Giert hangs up the phone, he looks back at you. “So not dumped?” He asked. “Just single?”
You roll your eyes.
“Thought so,” he says with a nod. “Why else would you be crying in a hallway? If you had a boyfriend, you’d have just called him.”
“Why does it matter?” You bark at him.
Giert smirks at you. “No need to get snippy.”
“No need to rub salt,” you grouse.
Giert walks around the sofa, taking a seat beside you. “So what happened then?” He asks as he props his feet up on the coffee table. “Aside from a broken key, why the snot fest?”
You scoff, inching away from him. “Bad day at work.”
“Where do you work?” Giert pops his neck.
You shake your head. “The mall,” you answer, not expecting him to care.
“Say no more,” he laughs. “You’re not some high school girl, why the hell would an adult ever want to work at the mall?”
“Money comes to mind,” you toss at him.
Giert snickers and he leans forward a bit. “It can’t be much money. What do you do? Test perfumes so lab rats won’t have to?”
You glare down at him. “No!”
“Then what happened?” He asks. “Did a customer act like a customer?”
You huff. “They always do.”
“Ah,” he chuckles. “One of them get under your collar then?”
You look away.
“Nah, that crying wasn’t the frustrated kind,” he murmurs. “You were really upset. Must have been a boss.” He stands up and goes to the fridge.
You look down at the ground.
“Your silence says it all,” he takes a can of beer from the fridge. “So, something happened with the big old boss.” He cracks open the beer. “Were you fired?”
“I wish,” you grumble.
Giert’s expression goes from smug teasing to serious. He takes a sip of his beer then opens the fridge to retrieve another can. He walks over, offering it to you. “That kind of boss, huh?”
You look at Giert’s hand offering the beer. He only has three fingers, but they’re long and thick, topped with sharp black nails. You take the beer can and sigh.
“Yeah,” you admit.
“Fuck,” Giert takes another drink of his beer. “You’d think men like that would have died off by now.”
“Oh please,” you grunt.
“I’m serious.” His pointed ears twitch, and he turns his head to the door. A second later, there’s a knock. Giert answers, paying the deliveryman and then setting the two big bags of food on the counter.
“Come eat,” he says. “After that, I’ll fix your door.”
You stand up, stripping off your coat and walking over to the counter, taking a seat there as Giert unpacks all the food. You sit and eat in silence, sipping your beers as you make your way through the mountain of food.
Giert then stands up and picks up a tool set from beside the door. He leaves, going over to your apartment where he sets to work.
You watch him for a while as he works. He removes the hinges from the door, pulling the door out. He then breaks the lock and removes it from the door itself popping it out from one side so that the lock and doorknob are removed.
“You’ll have to get a new doorknob and lock,” he tells you.
“But-” you look at the door and back at him. “What’ll I do until I can get it?” You ask nervously.
Giert looks up at you. “You nervous?”
You frown, not wanting to admit how weak and vulnerable you are.
“You don’t got a gun or a bat covered in barbed wire?” Giert sighs.
You shake your head slowly.
Giert scoffs. “Do you have anyone you can call to come over and babysit you?”
“No,” you grumble. “Not anyone tonight at least.”
Giert shakes his head and snarls something under his breath. He stands and points to your sofa. “That thing comfortable?”
“Uh,” you look up at him. “Yeah, it is.”
“I’ll play babysitter then,” he grouses.
Tears spring up in your eyes, and they fall as you blink.
“Don’t fucking cry!” Giert scoffs. “Look, no one wants a Goblin in their house, but you’re going to have to take the offer or sleep with one eye open. Because if you-”
“No!” You gasp and laugh. “No uhm-” you wipe at your eyes. “Thank you, I’m really very grateful.”
Giert screws his mouth up into a tight line. “Yeah, you should be,” he huffs.
That night, Giert sleeps on your couch while your door is out of order. You feel awkward having him there, but you appreciate his offer. You eventually fall asleep, but you wake up earlier than intended. As you walk out of your bedroom, you have nearly forgotten the door is off its hinges and just propped there. You then see Giert sleeping on the sofa, and you jump again.
After a moment, you sigh with relief and decide to make coffee. That is until you saw the tent in the blanket laying over Giert. At first, you thought it was his knee, but both his legs were laying flat. You gawk, wondering how a Goblin with a smaller stature than you has something that could pop a tent like that.
Giert stirs in his sleep, and you jump, quickly moving away to the kitchen. Your start the coffee pot, wanting to push the sight of Giert’s morning wood from your mind, but it baffles you. You could understand how orcs, ogres, and the like had massive cocks, but Goblins? That was something you’d have never guessed.
“You’ve got a cute ass.”
You nearly scream, and you jump around, seeing Giert smirking as he leans over the top of the sofa. You then glance down, having forgotten you’re only in a t-shirt. You tug the hem down and look back up at him.
“Good morning,” Giert chuckles. “I haven’t had a sunrise like that in a long time. You really didn’t need to go out of your way.”
You growl under your breath, too embarrassed to say anything.
“You got any plans today?” He asks. “Work?”
You shake your head. “Day off,” you grumble, pinching your thighs together, hoping he doesn’t see anything. “Just gotta get the new lock.”
Giert’s eyes look hazy and unfocused as if he’s daydreaming. “I can show you,” he says.
“Don’t you have work?” You ask.
“Yeah sure, but I own the place. I can do what I want,” he chuckles. He then points. “Is that coffee?”
“Yeah,” you say. “It’s almost done.”
Giert stands up, and you can see his bulge through his boxers. You look away, feeling heat spread across your face and down your neck.
“Full mug,” he says. “Two sugars.”
“One sec,” you move to your bedroom, quickly pulling on some shorts.
When you come out, you make his coffee and hand it to him. “Thanks again for watching out last night,” you murmur.
Giert shrugs. “Nothing to it.” He takes a sip and sighs.
You make your own cup and wonder what you should do next.
“So, no boyfriend?” He asks again.
You huff. “No!” You shake your head. “No boyfriend, no girlfriend, no nothing.” You frown at him. “Why do you keep asking that?”
Giert smirks. “Just making sure is all. You can’t blame a guy.”
You cheeks then burn again. “You mean-”
“Now that I know you don’t bathe in perfume by choice,” Giert chuckles. “And no offense, but your ass made me like mornings.”
You bite your lip and fidget. “Really?” You ask.
Giert laughs. “I’ll stop being gross, promise.”
After a quick breakfast, the two of you go to the hardware store where Giert helps you pick out a new door knob and lock. He gets everything put back in place for you. He then hands you your new keys.
“Thanks again,” you say with a smile.
“Yeah, well, hard to ignore a crying girl.” Giert’s ears flick then dip down as he looks back up at you. “Wasn’t too painful an experience for me.”
“I feel like I owe you,” you say.
Giert scoffs. “No.”
Ou glance at him, “well, if there is anything I can do, let me know. I’d like to be able to pay you back if I can.”
“Nothing to pay back,” he says as he goes to his door.
“Then even if I wanted just to do something nice?” You chirp.
His hands hesitate at the doorknob, and he looks back at you. His eyes look you over then he laughs. “Maybe.” He goes back inside, closing the door behind him.
You return to seeing each other in passing. You try to talk more, but things never seem to work out to let you do that. A couple of weeks go by, and it’s like nothing had ever happened.
One day you come home and find Giert is at his door. He looks up at you and nods. “Work any better?”
You shrug. “I guess,” you sigh. “You?”
He turns, showing you the cast on his arm. “Alright, I guess.”
“Oh!” You gasp. “When did that happen?” You walk quickly over to him and kneel. “Are you ok?”
Giert frowns and turns his head up. “Just the other day. No big deal.”
You touch the cast then look at him. “Do you need help with anything?” You ask.
“Not really,” he says, but then you notice he’s been fumbling with his keys.
You take his keys and unlock his door. “Let me help you with a few things,” he says. “It must be a hassle with that cast.”
“No, really,” Giert scoffs.
You notice his sink is full of dirty dishes, so you go over and start to do them.
“No! Really! Get out!” He barks at you.
“I still want to help,” you say. “I can at least do these dishes.”
He glares at you and scoffs. He goes to take off his coveralls, but he struggles. He can’t quite lift his arm so taking off the sleeves if a struggle. You go over, helping him take them off and getting the sleeve over his cast.
“Thanks,” he grunts in reply.
“Anytime,” you smile at him.
Giert’s cheeks look dark, and he turns his head away. “Now I’ve gotta go take a shower,” he says under his breath.
You’ve returned to the dishes. “Need help there too?” You say in teasing.
“No!” He yells suddenly. “You’re only making it worse!”
You stop and stare at him. He gasps and looks up at you in shock. “No!” He stumbles over his words. “What I mean is-” he swallows and looks away.
“Uhm-” you look back at the dishes. “I’m sorry, I was just teasing.”
“I know,” Giert scoffs. “Fuck,” he growls again. “It’s just that-ah fuck I can’t tell you!” He shakes his head.
You bite your cheek. “Are you having a hard time masturbating?”
Giert flinches and then freezes in his tracks.
“Nothing wrong with saying that,” you murmur. “I mean...I know it’s frustrating when you really want to and just can’t.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs.
You set down the dishes and turn back to him. “Not to sound weird or anything but-” you take a breath. “I can help you.”
“No!” Giert barks. “No that’s...no!”
You tuck your hair behind your ear. “I don’t mind,” you say.
“That’s too fucking weird to ask,” Giert snarls under his breath. “Especially when I keep chickening out.”
“About?” You walk towards him.
“To ask you out,” he confesses. “I’ve been wanting to sense the whole door thing.” His ears slick back. “But I keep wussing out.”
You dip down, kissing him. He growls and pushes you back. “Please,” he whimpers. “Have mercy.”
You kiss his cheek and neck as your palm moves down his front. You moan into his ear as you grope his bulge. Giert grabs your wrist and yanks your hand back.
“I haven’t bathed,” he pants.
You smirk at him. “I said I would help you with that.”
Giert takes another kiss before pulling you into the bathroom with him. He turns on the shower, stripping down before you. You watch him, enjoying his body. He’s quite fit and has some hair on his chest.
He stops at his underwear when he notices you staring. “Your turn.”
You huff as your face burns, You peel off your sweater dress and step out of your leggings. As you turn back to look at him, you see his cock is hard and pulling his underwear from his body. You smirk with pride and take off your bra and panties.
“I didn’t realize Goblins were so well endowed,” you say, walking over to him and tugging down his boxers.
“That’s all me,” He steps away from you and into the shower. Having wrapped his cast in a bag.
You follow in after him. Giert’s height has him where he’s face to face with your breasts. He turns though, having you scrub him. As you wash his body, you kneel down, pressing to his back. He groans and leans into you. You then take your hand, stroking his cock.
“Fuck,” Giert snarls.
“God you’re big,” you moan into his ear.
Giert snarls, biting his lip.
You pump your fist along his shaft, wondering how good it would feel inside you. It’s thick and would probably stretch you. As you’re thinking, then Giert lets out a shout and slams back into you. His cock throbs and spurts, coating your hand in his cum.
He pants and snarls, trying to regain himself. He turns and glares at you.
You bite back a smile. “DId that help any?”
Giert kisses you, hard. You moan against his lips as he pushes you back. You slip, falling into the bottom of the shower. Giert’s fingers slip inside you, and you let out a long moan.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he smiles smugly.
You squeeze around his fingers.
Giert snarls, pushing his fingers in deep. He nuzzles to your breast, licking and gently nibbling before taking your nipple into his mouth. You moan loudly and shiver.
“Giert,” you mewl.
He lifts his head and turns off the shower. “You deserve better than this.” He helps you up and takes you to his bed. He makes you lay on your back and kisses down your body. You gasp as his hot tongue pushes inside you. He laps you up and slips his fingers back inside. You shudder as he kisses your clit, taking it into his lips and sucking.
“Oh!” You let out a yelp.
Giert slurps and sucks, moaning against you as his fingers move inside. You’ve never felt such attention before, it’s almost overwhelming. You squeeze tight around his fingers and close your eyes. You huff and puff before you throw your head back and let out a long, strained cry. Your body relaxes and tenses at the same time as a powerful heat flows through you.
Giert chuckles, lifting his smug smile from your folds. “Damn, you taste good.” He rises up, his cock already hard again.
You chuckle. “What do you plan on doing with that?”
“Oh, lots of things.” Giert chuckles as he reaches for his bedside table. He takes out a condom and slips it on.
“How considerate,” you smirk. “You didn’t have to.”
Giert slips his cock along your folds. “For now,” he growls. “I haven’t even taken you on a date yet.”
You groan as you feel him inside. He stretches you just as you imagined. Giert starts to move, pushing inside deeper where he grinds himself against you. You gasp loudly, rolling your hips to meet his touch. He pulls out, rubbing himself to you before pushing inside again. He snarls and groans, digging his fingers into your hips.
You gasp and shudder, impressed by his stamina. After having just cum once, you didn’t expect him to last long again, but he surprises you. It isn’t until he bends you over that he starts to show any signs of wearing down. He gropes and squeezes your ass as he pulls you down into his lap, making you bounce for him. He starts to snarl and wheeze, struggling to hold himself together.
You moan, feeling another surge inside you. You squeeze around him, taking him in deep. He lets out a guttural cry that chokes off. He growls and grunts, and you can feel him pulsing. You start to go limp, and he pulls out, laying you down before he rests his head on your breast.
You both lie in peace for a moment, calming and cooling. Giert gets up, only to take the condom off, tie it, and throw it away. He then sits there on the edge of his bed as he breathes.
You reach out, touching his back. He turns and looks at you and eases back into bed beside you.
You rest your head on his chest and snuggle close to him.
“I feel guilty now,” he grumbles.
“Why?”
Giert huffs. “It wasn’t supposed to go this way. I was supposed to ask you out and just...get over myself.”
You sit up to look down at him. “I don’t mind,” you smile. “Nothing to feel guilty about.” You kiss his neck and chest. “You did nothing wrong.”
“You’re better than that,” he grunts.
You kiss him. “I had fun,” you whisper to him. “And I like you.”
A smile spreads on Giert’s face.
“So don’t feel bad for letting go a little.” You kiss him and lay back down. “There’s no rule that says we have to do everything in order.”
Giert kisses the top of your head. “Good. Because that was my last condom and after some food, I want to go again.”
You giggle and nod. “Ok.”
Comments
Chelsea Norris
Why are goblins my new guilty pleasure? They're like the personification of Grumpy Cat in the best way.
