I read this post and now I have a goblin/fae au in mind ~
The difference between goblins and fae/fairies would be similar to demons and angels. Angels have rules while demons don’t, but they’re still very similar, right?
So goblins would operate a lot like fairies. They steal things, but it can be literally anything, not just shiny or colorful things. Fairies are supposed to be mischievous to the point of dangerous, but they are meant to coexist with nature. They take, but not too much. Ask them a favor, and they’ll be like a djinn/genie and exploit you, but they’re loyal to their word.
Steve takes one look at Billy and is like 👀 That’s a fae. It has to be.
Billy takes one look at Steve and 💗👀💗 I’m taking that entire man home.
Except Steve has experience with mean fae, so he’s not ready for this guy just.....stealing stuff from him? Like, hello? What does he need my empty hairspray cans for?
Then Steve’s car goes missing and he has to go confront the freaking annoying gorgeous thing that always seems to be nearby. Billy agrees to return the car under the condition of getting something better.
Genre: nonidol!au, supernatural!au (ah! spoopy!), smut, some fluff
Pairing: dokkaebi!Taehyung x reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: cunnilingus, vaginal sex, very brief mention of abusive ex
Summary: Taehyung is a dokkaebi, or goblin, and he’s been waiting for you for almost a thousand years. Up until this moment, he wasn’t sure when he would find you, but when he does, he’s not letting you go.
Author’s note: If anyone here as seen Guardian: The Great and Lonely God then you’ll know what I mean when I say “goblin”. His character is based off Korean folklore. There are a few moments where you’ll be reading the reader’s feelings and Taehyung’s to kind of put you in the moment. Figured I’d write this little oneshot since it’s October :)
Why were you here, again? The question bounced around your head as the horrendous music selection pierced through your skull and settled deep within, nursing a headache. You had agreed to come to your “friend’s” house party because you were new at your job and desperate to fit in. You learned quickly, however, that this was not your cup of tea. Parties had never really been your thing to begin with. You had to admit that your co-worker knew how to throw a party…if you were into them. He had even hired a bartender for the night. And that’s where you were, standing at the built in bar and taking shot after shot hoping that it would make you forget why you came here. The bartender quirked his eyebrow as you asked for your fourth shot but didn’t ask as he sat it in front of you. Turning briefly to grab your phone from your bag, you turned back to discover the shot was gone.
“Hey!” you shouted over the absolute ”banger” now pulsing in your ears. You gestured in front of you in question towards the empty space.
“I put it right there.”
“Just give me another one,” you said while shoving money into his tip jar.
Behind you, someone went crashing through a glass table. You turned to see several large men trying to get their friend off the floor. You rolled your eyes as you reached back for your shot only to be met with air.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you said as yet another shot went missing.
The air to your right seemed to shimmer for a second as if a heatwave were approaching. Maybe the shots were stronger than you had previously thought.
“Wanna see a magic trick?” someone asked beside you.
A tall, stunning specimen of a man stood tall beside you. He shook his dark hair out of his equally dark eyes as he looked down at you with mirth dancing around in his dark irises. A grin broke out across his face as your eyes met his.
“Excuse me?” You scrunched up your face as you looked at him, trying to figure out if you knew him from somewhere. You hadn’t seen him around the office, that you were sure of. You’d remember someone that good looking.
“Do. You. Want. To. See. A. Magic. Trick?” he punctuated.
“I’m not stupid, I heard you the first time. Why would you want to show me a magic trick?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not?”
“Fine,” you huffed.
He rolled up the sleeves of his black button down and your eyes quickly took in his toned arms and the veins that coursed upwards like rivers on a map. Quickly, he snapped his fingers and before you as if out of thin air appeared a shot. Not even a second later, he snapped once more, and a small blue flame lit atop the alcohol.
“I must be more drunk that I thought.”
He laughed. “I doubt that.”
“How’d you do it then?”
A flick of his wrist and he had an empty shot glass in his hand, turning it upside down and atop the other to extinguish the flame.
“It’s a secret.”
You figured trying to get it out of him was null, so you grabbed the shot and downed it.
“What’s your name?” he asked, leaning against the bar.
“_____. Yours?”
“Kim Taehyung.”
“I’ve never seen you around the office.”
He smiled again; mischief plastered across his face. “I don’t work with you.”
“A friend then?”
“Hardly.”
“An enigma then.”
He pointed at you knowingly. “Got it.”
“How’d you know about this party?”
He shrugged again as he turned, elbows on the bar, and gazed out across the room. His brows furrowed as he seemed to spot something or someone. He stood straight, concern painting his features.
“Stay here,” he said. His voice was on edge and it made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.
You spun on the spot to see him walking with purpose, the crowd of people parting for him as if he commanded the room, and straight up to a person you couldn’t see. He was talking heatedly to someone. He was raising his arms angrily and you watched as he stuck his finger into the chest of the other person. It was when he turned to point at you that you saw who he was so angry with. Your abusive ex, with whom you had a restraining order on, was staring at Taehyung with blatant shock and anger. You felt all the blood drain from your face as your stomach sank and your heart thudded painfully in your chest. How did he find you here? You hadn’t had to worry about him in so long and you were almost at the point where you felt as if you didn’t have to worry, but all of that had been ruined in a matter of seconds. Any alcohol in your system was quickly burned out with fear as you grabbed your bag and headed in the opposite direction and wanted to be anywhere but here. You pushed through people, not easily getting around as Taehyung seemed to be able to do. Strange faces turned to look at you as hot tears fell down your face. Embarrassment and fear raced through your body hotly and this was the last feeling you wanted to have around your co-workers. You were halfway out the door when your wrist was gripped tightly, and you were jerked back inside the house. Abject horror settled deep into your bones as you knew this was it. He had finally caught up to you and this would be the end of your life as you knew it. You were forced to turn around only to be met with Taehyung once more.
“Where are you going?”
You wiped your face with the back of your hand as you sniffled.
“I want to go home.”
“Stay.”
“It’s not safe.”
“It is now. Don’t worry.”
“What?”
“You don’t have to worry about him.”
You looked up through your wet lashes and examined his face. He looked concerned, but impassive. He had a no-nonsense air about him, and you knew he wasn’t lying.
“How did you know?”
“Hm?”
“How did you know? About him?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
The air around you seemed to shimmer once more and all at once you were relaxed, having forgotten about the whole thing. He held your hand in his and smiled down at you, reassuring and almost…loving.
“Do you want to go upstairs?”
His pull on you was strong and your blood seemed to sing the longer you were around him. You felt high as he looked at you expectantly.
“Yes,” you breathed.
He tugged at your hand again, crowd parting, as he led you to the stairs. He traversed the house as if he lived there, but you knew better. He led you to an obvious guest room with its mundane decorations and lack of personal items. Closing the door behind the both of you, he turned to stand close to you, almost chest to chest.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered.
“Should I be?” You were almost in a trance.
He laughed lightly as he skimmed the back of his hand down your cheek. You shivered at his touch.
“What are you doing to me?” You felt a sexual pull to him, but at the same time alarm bells were going off in your head. He cooed as he brushed his thumb underneath your eye.
“I’m here to protect you.”
He leaned down slowly until his lips were barely on your cheek. Your skin tingled as if it had been asleep and just woken up.
“You called for me, remember?” His lips came down fully in a single kiss against your skin.
Called for him? You couldn’t, for the life of you, remember asking for anyone’s help, but right now you knew you didn’t want him to leave.
“Do you wanna see another magic trick?” he whispered in your ear.
You heard him snap his fingers once more and your body flushed with goosebumps as cold air washed across you. Harsh realization hit you and you looked down to see the both of you were stark naked.
“How-,” you began before he silenced you with a kiss. His hand tangled into your hair as he pulled you flush against his body. Warmth encompassed you in its honey thick sweetness and seemed to flow outwards from you. Every bit of apprehension you had before seemed to slip out of the room along with the cold.
“You’re mine,” he muttered against your lips.
A rush of desire swept through every vein, muscle, and pore in your body so intensely that you could barely stand the feeling. You reciprocated the kiss with as much fervor and he moaned into your mouth. He all but carried you to the bed where you fell back against the soft blankets. He kissed and sucked at the skin on your neck until your skin seemed to dance with red waves.
“I’ve waited so long…,”
You didn’t question him. Now was not the time. You stored his statement away for another time. Right now, his mouth was travelling downwards and this was something you did not want to miss. He held both of your hands, entwining his fingers with yours as he kissed the place just above your clit, then just to the side, the inside of your thigh, and back again until he had you squirming. You felt his hot breath against you, and you writhed and ground your hips down in an attempt to feel something. What seemed like forever passed before ran his tongue up your slit until he wrapped those perfect lips around your clit. Both of your grips tightened on one another as he sucked it into his mouth before running the tip of his tongue along it in such a way that had your vision clouding. Your thighs began to tremble, and your toes caught the blanket as they curled. His name fell from your lips and you heard him sigh; your voice was music to his ears. It wasn’t long before he was throwing you into an orgasm so intense that your muscles seemed to be protesting at the weight of it. The taste of you hit his tongue and the release of a thousand years’ worth of waiting lifted from his shoulders. You were heaven and hell rolled into one and he had you within his grasp. His grip on your hands loosened as he softly kissed his way back up your body. Gently, he kissed around the marks left on your neck before enveloping your mouth with is. He was slow and determined to feel every bit of you you had to offer. He had, after all, waited almost a millennia to get to you.
You felt as if you were floating and for all you knew, you probably were. He had shown you the impossible several times tonight, but you still couldn’t wrap your mind around it. Your thought process was even more skewed after the mind blowing orgasm and all you could think about was how right this felt. Your blood seemed to sing once more as if it had finally met its match; magnets clung together so strongly that they were impossible to pull apart. His lips were still on yours when he seemed to glide inside of you. He filled you so fully and so perfectly that you broke the kiss as your head fell back. His left hand was on the back of your neck, holding you close, while his other held your thigh up against him. His mouth open against your collarbone as he tested the first few thrusts out slowly.
Taehyung had never felt love until now. He had lived an honorable life when he was…normal, alive in flesh and blood alone, but had been struck down early; doomed to roam the earth for all eternity until he found you. The moment he was within a hundred miles of you he had felt you. The pull was so strong that panic almost rose in his chest at the thought of not actually finding you. Then there you were, in front of him, beautiful and strong and just as he had imagined. Hundreds of years of mental torture and anguish had led to this and right now it all seemed worth it. Your velvet walls enveloped him so perfectly that he wasn’t sure where he ended, and you began. Your moans flowed like music into his ears and he made it his purpose to make you feel as good as possible. He held you close, and he continued to thrust deeply, hitting all the spots he knew would bring you closer to the edge. His pelvis rubbed against your clit and he rotated his hips as he quickened his pace. Sweat beaded on his skin and slipped onto yours. Your soft hair tangled in his fingers as he gripped the roots, pulling with each thrust, but you seemed not to notice as you were lost in your own pleasure.
“So long…,” he whispered once more. “Finally.”
In that moment you felt as if you were absorbing what he was feeling. He was something that you had been waiting for but had not known why or that you even were until now. Your heart seemed to stutter in your chest as your pleasure mounted. Taehyung continued to whisper admirations and his need for you as his thrusts became deeper, more pointed. You held your breath at the impending dam that was about to break. With a rush, your second orgasm shot out like a shockwave and Taehyung moaned just as loudly as you, both feeling as if you had completed some ritual that brought you closer together. He came within the next couple of thrusts and collapsed on top of you. Overwhelmed was an understatement to describe what each of you were feeling in those next few moments.
He sat up then, looking down at you. Where once mischief had danced behind those brown eyes only something akin to love could be found there.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you.”
“I-,” you began, “I kind of feel the same way…though I’m not sure why.”
“I’ll be happy to tell over tea.”
“You’re not human, are you?”
His eyes widened with surprise. “Well…I was, I still am…it’s hard to explain.”
“From what it sounds like, you have all the time in the world.”
He thought back, in that moment, to all the other moments that led to this. Hundreds of years of heartache and loss; never getting too close to anyone out of fear. Never before had his heart responded to anyone on this level. The legend was true and possibly he could be normal again. But for now, he had you.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
fan chengcheng, a cruel but warm-hearted goblin and protector of souls has been roaming the earth sorrowfully for thousands of years, can only end his suffering once he meets his human soulmate.
enter justin huang, a troubled boy cursed with the ability to see spirits and dead beings. with fate bringing them together, is this the start or end of their suffering?
warnings & etc: major character death (nothing to bad..), language, soulmate & lowkey sugar daddy au, side zhengkun
When @steveahn beats you to the punch. ://///////////////////////
I’m so slow at writing. I already thought of a Goblin!AU for Voltron (the idea came up last Sunday actually!!!), but thought that Keith fit as Kim Shin more.
