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Hiii I'm back again lol! I was wondering if you could make one about your favorite vampire in the twilight saga. Your choice of the plot and all that cool stuff! Much love🫶
𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎
I think it's been made abundantly clear that I'm a Marcus girly and lately i've been thinking about reintroducing him to physical touch after he's been alone so long...
He's not used to it, having been alone for so long, it takes him some getting used to. He won't initiate in the beginning but once he feels it's normal good luck getting his hand on you because he didn't realise just how much he needed physical touch.
It starts off gentle, with little kisses here and there with your hand brushing against his, and it sends this tingly feeling all up his arm.
Then it progresses to him laying with you when you ask, fingers dancing over each others skin. Marcus begins to crave it, and finds ways to initiate without being the one to actually initiate.
He'll ask if your tired and need to lay down, only to join you when you do, but once when he was sitting and reading a book you juat plopped yourself on his lap and nuzzled your head into his neck.
Game over.
Now he needs to be touching you at every opportunity, hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you close, nose nuzzling his face into you, legs thrown together, face being peppered with kisses
you got him started and now he just can't stop
He'll beckon you to him with a little "my tesoro" and lie you over him
He wants you to use him like he's your personal weighted blanket.
It doest have to even be romantic, just touch him please, even if it's just poking and prodding at his face
And don't even get me started on when your introduce him to head- yk what im gonna write that. Part 2 soon. I don't know when but soon
Can you do Michael Langdon x reader where there is a thunderstorm and they both “do it”
Michael Langdon X F!reader
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: smut, pet names, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, cussing, idk if there is anything else.
A/n: hope you enjoy this, let me know if you want a part two. Sorry it took so long I was on a writing break for a while.😌 please like, and reblog. Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES
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Michael and I were walking through the grocery as we would usually do once a week. But today Michael couldn’t keep his hands off of me, which made it hard to do things. The store was practically empty except for a few other people doing some shopping. This made it all the easier for Michael to hide the small kisses he would leave lightly on my neck, cheeks, and face. His hands all the while stayed in my waist as I pushed the cart, it was getting to be a little much as we were now circling the same section for the fourth time. I kept gently moving away from him to keep myself on track but he wouldn’t stop. We hadn’t had the chance to have any alone time in about a week and a half as we were both busy with work. Michael’s patience has seems to be stretched thin as he continued to kiss my shoulder. I pulled away from him once again and turned around before he could grab onto my waist.
“Michael, please we’re in the market. When we get home we can relax but I want to get some food before the thunderstorm comes into full effect.” I pleaded with him, I don’t think a word I said got past his ears as his eyes raked over my body and back up to meet mine. I sighed and started to walk away, he was quick to follow me and place his hands back on my hips. I stopped once again and turned around to face him. I placed my hands on his shoulders pushing him back a little bit before speaking.
“Darling, the faster we pick up our groceries. The faster we get home and to bed, the longer you keep me circling the same section the longer it takes to get me naked and on top of you.” I said with a pleasant smile, that seemed to get through to him as he was now leading me through the store and picking up the groceries. It shouldn’t surprise me how fast he was but it did. He finished picking up everything on the list while I was standing in the ice cream section still deciding what flavor I wanted. He circled back for me, almost sweeping me off my feet until I yelped.
“All the groceries are in the cart ready for check out. Now let’s get out of here.” He said with a smirk on his face, I slide out of his grip and stood there still deciding on what ice cream to get. I had been successfully standing there for four minutes before he got annoyed and started to become antsy.
“Let’s buy all the flavors, I can lick it off of you.” He pleaded, I rolled my eyes and continued to stare at the ice creams.
“No,” I said, I wanted to try something new but I was having a tough time deciding what it should be. Until Michael took one out of the fridge and put it in my hands I read the description of the ice cream and it seemed like it would taste good. I put it in the cart and Michael seemed relieved that I agreed. Though he was the AntiChrist, he would and could never go against me. He was powerful but I was stronger, though he would never truly know my full power. He know that I was an angel, literally sent from heaven. He knew even before he married me and he still could bring himself to leave me.
“Michael let’s get some pastries, they’d go great with the ice cream” I suggested already walking away from him. He was quick to pull me back and point out the box of treats in the cart that he already picked up.
“Oh darling, I’ve already picked them out for you. Now let’s check out” he said, he was very eager to get home but I wasn’t all that interested in that right now as I was surrounded by food. I dipped out of his grip and started walking to the fruits. Michael was growing more and more annoyed by the minute as I walked through the aisle checking each and every fruit thoroughly before putting them in a bag. Michael wasn’t one to slouch, always having a perfect posture, but he was annoyed, horny, and stuck in his work suit. He didn’t have much room to breathe in all the right places. Although me wearing my work clothes didn’t help alleviate any of his stress. My outfit consisted of a white button-up body con dress that stopped at the middle of my thigh. Along with some heeled boots, the outfit was having its debut and I knew Michael wanted to just rip it off of me already.
“Sweetheart, please we can come back tomorrow or Sunday. Let’s go check out” he pleaded almost begging, I paid no attention to him as I was picking out the perfect mango. I continued walking down the aisle completely disregarding his presence when he came up behind me and pulled me away towards the checkout. I pouted as he put all the groceries on the counter for the cashier, I bagged our stuff before putting it in the cart. Michael paid for everything before placing his hands on my hips and guiding me out of the store. It was pouring outside and I was wearing an all-white dress. I was going to try to run to the car but Michael made the walk slower as he gladly watched me get completely soaked. I quickly put all the stuff in the car and got in. Michael started the car and quickly peeled out of the parking lot to get home as fast as he could.
“So what are we thinking for dinner?” I asked him, his eyes quickly raking over me before turning back to the road.
“I’m not really into food right now” he cooed, I brushed his answer off.
“So I was thinking, maybe you could cook me that shrimp pasta again? It was delicious last time, I don’t know what you put in it but I’ve just been craving it for a while now” I said smiling at him, he smiled genuinely and for a second he looked not like he wanted to eat me.
“Okay I’ll make you a deal, we can cook it together but you have to let me do as I please while we cook” he offered, I thought for a minute and nodded. He seemed pleased that I accepted his offer, once we got home he stopped him in the driveway. I got out and walked around to help with the bags, he took a majority of them as I opened the front door.
“I’ll put the stuff away, you take off those wet clothes and put on an apron.” He said smiling, I took off my shoes before walking upstairs to our bathroom and peeling the wet dress off my skin. I took off everything that I had on, I could hear the storm starting to boom outside. I pulled out a simple lingerie set from my drawer that I had gotten to surprise Michael but before I could put it on, the door swung open to our bedroom to reveal Michael in all his glory. He looked pleased with my state of undress, he had already started to take off his clothes but seeing me seemed to make him go faster.
“Darling, you look gorgeous.” He complimented me and pulled off the last of his clothes before wrapping his arms around me.
“Michael, can I be in control tonight? I just want to try something different” I asked him with my best puppy dog eyes. He could never say no to those eyes so he nods before sitting on the bed.
“Lay down for me my love, and close your eyes” I instructed gently, he did as told and I quickly handcuffed him to the bed frame. He opened his eyes and tried pulling his hands free at once.
“Beautiful what is this?” He questioned
“Don’t you like it? I made them myself, they are made so that you can’t break out of them until I let you out” I beamed, he started to try and pull at the cuffs even harder. While he was distracted I took my time and licked up the base of his dick and swirled around the tip. He ceased all movement and looked down at me, I put the tip in my mouth and slowly attempted to take as much as I could until I could feel him hit the back of my throat. I gagged and he let out a whimper-like moan, I looked up at him as he had his head thrown back. I pulled away to breathe for a second using my hands to pleasure him at a steady pace.
“Is it too much for you angel?” He teased, I looked up at him and scoffed.
“If you don’t shut up I’ll find something to occupy your mouth” I warned, he seemed amused.
“Do it then, I’d hate for you to have to do all the work and get nothing in return.” He chided, Michael was a lover of face-sitting. He believed his face was my throne, so I gave him what he wanted. I gently placed myself on top of his face, he immediately got to work. I leaned my body down so I could go back to giving him head. I focused my mouth on the tip as my hands worked on his balls and the base. He was using his tongue to work my clit, lapping and swirling around. He was already pushing me closer and closer to the edge making it hard for me to even work on him. I pulled away from him and completely got off of him.
“You were so close let me just finish the job” he demanded pulling at the cuffs with more power this time. I straddled his waist, with his dick up against my clit. Michael liked to take charge and he was having a very hard time getting used to me being in control.
“Michael I got it, just enjoy it” I assured him, and that only made him try to break free even more. I started to grind against his dick, if I even leaned back just a little bit too far he would be poking my hole. He was getting impatient, his hips thrusting up ever so slightly as to get in.
“My angel, please just let me in.” He practically begged, I sighed and lined him up with myself before slowly taking all of him. I let out a sweet moan and laid on top of him kissing his neck up to his lip. I could taste myself on him but it was heavenly, his hips went to work thrusting into me. He was still pulling at the handcuffs when I heard the sound of wood breaking, in a quick second I felt his hands slap down on my ass and hold me down as he started to use more power to thrust into me. I tried to get off of him but the handcuffs were still on him and now holding me down against him.
“Wait, baby-“ I pleaded, he smiled and he start to fuck me senselessly.
“Awe, gorgeous let’s pick things up to speed,” he said, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn’t think anymore, I could feel that familiar knot in my stomach, and he started to slow down. He kept a moderate pace making sure to bottom out with every thrust.
“Come on princess take these cuffs off, let me make you feel good.” He whispered in my ear, I had tears running down my face at this point. My senses were overwhelmed and it was like I had been brought back to the gates of heaven but not able to in yet.
“Regno e Gloria. ( kingdom and glory)” I said softly and the handcuffs unlocked with a clink. He smiled and now held my hips properly. He stood up and laid me on my back, he started to fuck me in missionary position and rub my clit as my orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed as the loudest strike of thunder ripped through the sky. All the muscles in my body tightened before I felt weak. Michael moaned as he came inside me, he kissed me sweetly. He pulled out and continued to rub my clit prolonging my orgasm. I pushed his hand away weakly as I tried to move away.
“Okay gorgeous, I’ll get dinner started you get some rest.” He said, he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He started up the water for a bath, putting me down in the tub.
Request: Reader getting people out to safety gets hurt really badly and trapped, and Bruce has to save her
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Female!Reader
Word Count: 3600
Warnings: Arguments, explosions, graphic injuries
Summary: During a work party a call comes in that the Joker has planted a bomb somewhere in Gotham. You’re tasked with clearing your building when the unthinkable happens.
Part 1 of 3
Part 2 Part 3
The champagne was expensive, imported directly from France at far too much a bottle, you should know, you were the one who placed the order, yet it tasted dull on your tongue as you sipped at the flute. It wasn’t the alcohol’s fault, nearly everyone at this retirement party had complimented you on the choice, no, it was the company or lack thereof that was sullying the experience. Bruce had agreed to meet you at the party, something you’d been okay with given your schedules. But now you were two hours in and there was still no sign of him. And he was due to give a speech soon to thank the retiree for all the years he’d worked on the board at Wayne Enterprises. Already you’d been pulled aside twice by other board members, asking where Bruce was.
You slipped out of the function room and into the empty stairwell, pulling your phone from your purse so you could call him.
On the fifth ring, he answered.
“Bruce, where are you?” You asked before he had a chance to speak.
“Working. I’m not going to make it.”
“Work- dammit, Bruce, you promised you’d make it this time!”
“This is more important than a party, Y/N. You know that.”
The fact that he didn’t even sound sorry or bothered in any way made it even more frustrating, but you forced yourself to take a breath. If he was working, it must be on something important. “What’s going on? Is it something I need to be concerned about?”
You're Jareth's betrothed. A masquerade is held on the eve of your wedding, but a jealous Fae woman poisons you with sleeping potion. You collapse in Jareth's arms & the woman's arrested, taunting him. If he can't find the cure before the stroke of 13 on the 13th day, you'll die. He goes nearly mad slaving over books & traveling everywhere, desperate to save you. On the last day, he finds the cure & you wake up confused, but Jareth's so relieved he holds you tight & cries into your shoulder.
Jareth X Reader –Slipping Away
A/N – Fun fact, Sluagh are part of Irish folklore, I didn’t make them up. They’re the spirits of the restless dead, sometimes viewed as fae with no loyalty, reason or mercy, doomed to wander the Earth in hordes.
You trade yourself for a sibling you couldn't save. Instead of a goblin, Jareth makes you a servant & has you do everything, even petty tasks like polishing his boots & brushing his hair. He starts to fall in love as you read to goblins or play with wished away children, but he demands too much & you faint during your chores, making him sick with worry & guilt. He nurses you to health, stating you're no longer a servant, but he hopes you'll stay with him as his lover & eventual betrothed.
Jareth X Reader – The Love of a King
A/N – The cat drugs wore off and I’m good to write again ^_^
Request: Hello love :) I was just wondering if I could get a headcanon for Jareth, where reader gets badly hurt in the labyrinth and Jareth has to take care of them and it’s super fluffy :))) if not feel free to ignore this! I hope you have an excellent day and stay safe :)
I genuinely had no idea the Jareth fandom was so big but I am here for it my dear @ziggystadust8675
Okay, so, Jareth freaks the HECK out when he first finds you.
He tries to play it off all cool, as if he has the whole situation under control. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and the other underneath your knees, lifting you up and cuddling you against his chest even though you tell him repeatedly it’s just a scrape and you can walk.
He just shushes you, brushing a gloved pointer finger over your cheek and walking you back to your shared bed chamber, tutting at you calling your injury small when he can see how serious it is.
He has a look of nonchalance on his face, the lines a little deeper and a slight frown if you look closely, but you can feel his heart hammering against your side, so you know he’s terrified.
If it had been worse, if he had lost you, he would have moved every star in the sky, destroyed them all, just for a hope of getting you back to him somehow.
When he finally lies you down on your bed, he spends as little time as he possibly can finding some medicine, and some clean rags and water, as he doesn’t to leave you alone for too long.
He kneels by your side, washing away any blood, putting ointment on any bruises, getting the goblins to run and get you some water and more pillows when he can see you squirming.
He lets you hold onto his bicep the whole time, squeezing it, as he talks through everything he’s doing with you both to keep you awake and your mind occupied away from the injury, and so that you would know what to do if this happened again and he was away on business.
He seems calm when he finishes, pressing a kiss to your forehead, but his eyes are dark and angry and you know the goblins are in for it later for not making the Labyrinth a safe place for you.
He disappears off for a while, but returns later with some dinner he’s made you - it’s pretty bland, and inedible, but it’s the first time he’s cooked human food and you appreciate the sentiment.
He spends the rest of the night cuddling you after that - not sleeping, too wary, but instead keeping one eye open for any changes or flickers from you. Luckily, you sleep sound, tucked into his arms, and he finally falls asleep when the sun begins to hit through the open window.
He doesn’t let you out of his sight after that. Wherever you go, whatever you’re doing, he has his arm wrapped around your waist, a scowl on his face that rests upon your head, until he really starts bugging you and you elbow him to go.
Can I request more nsfw headcanons with Jareth and a fem reader? And maybe something to do with female receiving oral?
Yes you can I will always be up for writing Jareth! CW: NSFW, Foul Language
Jareth has always been and will always be a very passionate lover and making you squirm form the immense pleasure his tongue can bring you is one of his favorite past times
He enjoy oral both giving and receiving but much prefers giving and tends to draw out sessions for as long as your body can handle
With his magic its easy for him to give you whatever you wish really of course he loves making you fall apart on his own but if your looking for a little extra he can and will cater to it
The ultimate tease is a very fitting title Jareth wants you to beg and scream for him
Nothing but sweet praise will fall from his lips all throughout the session, the more you whimper and moan the more he wants to make you cum
Loves your taste so much and his true goal for the night is to have you squirt and if you cant he still makes sure you get fucked dumb with his tongue
Can and has gotten off by going down on you it's not even a one time thing when he works you up he's edging himself along side you
If you're up for it after he fucks you with his cock he likes eating you out at least once before aftercare starts
Stressful days are when he really likes going down on you licking at you and leaving marks along your thighs let him wind down from the harsh days of being king
This is all I have sorry I wanted to make more but my writers block is kicking my ass lol. Still I hope you enjoyed and thank you for requesting- Lilly
The labyrinth was a place that people were sent to when they were careless in their actions and took something so significant for granted. In the amount of time I had lived in the kingdom of labyrinth, I watched as people from all around the outside world came and went with some of the poor souls having to leave by themselves as the people who carelessly wished them away stayed and turned into goblins having traded themselves for the other. I hated watching this occur, and despite proceeding with such things, I know the man I loved hated these things too.
What hurts me the most is knowing a baby could appear in our realm at any moment while their older sibling would enter the labyrinth to try and get them back. In the time I have been here, I have yet to see it happen, but still, I know it does occur.
Jareth x fem!reader. Reader finally has a dream... and Jareth is certainly there.
Part One here.
Rating: NC-17, explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!
Word Count: 4,700
Warnings: Jareth takes advantage of a dream, heavy makeout session, sexual touching, mentions of oral sex, fingering, unprotected piv sex, creampie, cum eating (kinda), fey shenanigans, vague threats
Normally, you didn't dream.
Ever since you had wished away your college roommate and met a dark fey named Jareth, king of a faraway labyrinth, you hadn't dreamed. At least not one that you could remember.
That was what made this night so singular. You were dreaming. What’s more, this wasn’t just the watery memory of a dream dissipating the next morning as you were trying to wake up. No, you were in the dream, living every moment as if it were happening now instead of in some distant reality.
You were pressed into a deliciously soft surface, and there was something on top of you. Someone, actually, someone you didn’t mind lying beneath. Your mouth was occupied with long, languorous kisses. Something about this seemed familiar, though you knew you had never been in this situation before. Or maybe you had and you just truly didn’t remember your dreams?
No, not possible. You would remember this. You would never be able to forget. Forget…
Ah, that was what was happening. You relaxed even further into the embrace of your dream lover as you realized exactly what was happening. You were having a dream about him.
For years, you had been haunted by the kiss Jareth the Goblin King had bestowed upon you after he had returned you to your dorm room. You thought of it often, no matter how often you tried to pull yourself away when you slipped into thoughts of how his lips had felt on yours.
It wasn’t just his lips, though. Everything from the handshake you had shared to the way his fingers had brushed against your jaw was… different. It was like you felt those sensations more deeply, as though the simple touches were something worth savoring. It was no wonder, then, that a kiss from the fey had made such an impact.
Just then, the man - no, being honest with yourself, fey - on top of you nipped at your lower lip and you moaned. He pulled away slightly in response, nuzzling his way downward until his nose brushed the delicate place behind your ear. You gasped in a breath and he groaned your name.
Your brows furrowed and you pushed your companion away from you. Everything still felt foggy, dreamlike, but you blinked rapidly and rubbed at your eyes until the softness filtering your surroundings cleared and you were staring into Jareth’s face.
He was kneeling above you, still leaning over in a way that should have toppled his balance, but the motion seemed effortless and natural for him. He blinked down at you, the size of his dark eye fluctuating wildly.
“You don’t know my name,” you told him, despite the fact that this was a dream. He wouldn't answer with any depth, because this was a dream. He couldn't answer with anything relevant. It was a dream. Nothing more.
Jareth sat back slightly, settling comfortably onto the surface and crossing his legs. It was a bed, you decided absently. The softness of the surface had to be a bed. Of course your subconscious had put you here. In his new seat, Jareth tilted his angular face as he studied you, every inch the tricky fey you remembered. You relaxed at the evidence that this was just a simple dream, a memory kicked up by recent ruminations about that damned kiss.
“Of course I know your name," he told you, sounding scornful. "Nearly a decade has passed since you were in my labyrinth. Plenty of time for me to learn everything there is to know about my delicate human."
You pushed back further, expecting to find a headboard or the edge of the bed, but the softness of a mattress extended far beyond the length of any real bed. You were muttering to yourself before you could really process anything else. “This is just a dream, just a dream, I’m dreaming.”
“It is obviously a dream,” Jareth said with a scoff. “You’re probably struggling to recognize it since you don’t often dream, but this is an example of that phenomena.”
You blinked, frowning. “How- how do you know I don’t have dreams anymore?”
“Oh, little champion, do you truly believe this is the first time I’ve tried to visit you?”
“You tried-” you closed your eyes, shaking your head firmly. “No, this is just some weird fever dream. I’m sick or something, and that’s the only reason this is happening. You aren’t really here.”
Jareth sighed, sounding extremely put-upon. “Must I explain these things to you? Very well. Yes, this is a dream, but that does not mean that I am not here. We are merely experiencing this dream together.”
“That sounds like something I would think you would say,” you told him, desperately looking for some way for this to be a simple dream. “How do I know you’re really here?”
“What manner of proof do you desire?” he asked, spreading his arms open as if for your examination. “I cannot produce magic here, as this is a dream, but all other options are open.”
“That’s a lie, so you’re not really here!” you concluded triumphantly as Jareth watched you, bewildered. “You’re still doing the skin thing, so you are doing magic in a dream! That was a lie and you can’t lie, so this isn’t really you. This is a normal dream, plain and simple.”
“Skin thing?” he repeated, looking lost. “Exactly what ‘skin thing’ am I doing?”
“You know,” you said, gesturing vaguely at him. “The thing where I’m scared to touch you because you’re… you, but you magic me so I want to touch you worse than I’ve ever wanted anything. That skin thing.”
Jareth’s expression shifted slightly, the changes almost imperceptible even as you watched them happen. His dark pupil expanded slightly, his grin widening to show too-sharp teeth. His face seemed to grow, if possible, leaner and more angular.
“Sweet thing,” he purred, rising fluidly to his hands and knees. “Must I explain sexual attraction to you as well? Because that is an undertaking I would quite enjoy.”
As he began crawling smoothly in your direction, you scrabbled back on your hands and feet. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”
Jareth paused - no, he froze, every muscle going from motion to utter stillness in an instant. “I have no appearance magic, not in dreams and not in the waking world. Any draw you felt to me, any battle between the desire to touch my skin and that to stay away, was solely within you.”
“Then prove you’re really here, once and for all,” you challenged him. “Tell me something I don’t know about you, something I couldn’t just make up.”
“And then you will trust that I am truly here?” he tested. When you gave a nod, he nodded along. “Very well. Something you do not know… Have you ever wondered about my eyes?”
“The dark one,” you murmured. “Yes, I have.”
Jareth inclined his head. “It is dark because it allows me to see into the fey lands. I must be able to watch over my kingdom, even when I am in mortal lands. And the other allows me to see into the mortal world when I am in my kingdom.”
“So you only see through one eye at a time?” you asked.
He laughed, tipping his head back with the sound. For the first time, you noticed that the glitter-like light that had gilded his body every other time you had seen him was gone. His hair looked soft and touchable, but no glimmering rain poured down when he moved his head. Was the glitter a physical representation of his magic? Or was it just glitter? With Jareth, each answer held equal weight.
“No, darling human, I am not half-blinded by my sight, though how poetic you make me seem!” Jareth told you eventually, still chuckling. “I access each at will, only choosing to look when I must see something in the other world.”
Well, you certainly wouldn’t have invented that explanation. And you definitely wouldn’t have topped it off with so much condescension. This was probably him.
“I believe you’re really here,” you conceded. “But that just makes things worse. You tried to kill me in your labyrinth, so you being here isn’t exactly a good thing.”
“Kill you?” Jareth asked, blinking. “Not kill you, stop you. Perhaps my labyrinth’s defenses are a bit strong when pitted against a human’s weaknesses, but that is no fault of mine. I tried to dissuade you from entering, but you were determined. Will you truly hold such a thing against me?”
“Yes,” you said shortly. “Now tell me how to wake up.”
“I cannot,” he admitted. “I have no power over your dreams, except to join you in them. But let me ask you this: have you thought of me over the years since we parted? Remembered our banter, treasured our struggles, relived our kiss with longing?”
You began to deny that, just on principle alone, but Jareth held up a finger. “Though I cannot lie to you, I would ask you to do me the same courtesy. You were brave enough to take on my labyrinth for your friend - are you brave enough to be honest with me? To be honest with yourself?”
Phrased like that, it sounded like a challenge. You were good at those. Tilting your chin up, you said, “I’ve thought about you, yeah. How could I not? But that doesn’t mean I want to go back to-”
Uh… wow. Now that you had come back to it, how would you phrase what you had been doing before you realized what was happening? Kissing? A heavy make-out session? Halfway to dream-fucking a fey king from the Unseelie Court?
Jareth was watching you closely, amusement on his face. “Do you not? Because I was not the one who initiated our previous activities. I appeared and you seemed to have an agenda in place.”
You refused to look away. You weren’t ashamed of yourself or your needs. “And? Am I supposed to apologize for my actions when I believed this was a normal dream?”
“Never,” he decreed, heated eyes intent on you. “Just say that you’ll agree to take up our dalliance once more now that you are fully cognizant.”
“What- Why would I do that?”
It had been a rhetorical question more than anything, but Jareth seemed to see it as a chance to make his case. “Because you clearly desire me and I greatly desire you. This is a dream and I hold no power over you here. Simply put, this is an opportunity to follow your body’s urgings without any repercussions. What is some misplaced sense of moral high ground compared to the relief you would feel upon waking?”
The worst part about the Goblin King’s argument was that he wasn’t entirely wrong. Would you get a kind of satisfaction from turning him down flat? Of course. Would you regret your failure to take this chance to get him out of your system? Yes, undoubtedly.
“And if I agreed, could you tell me honestly that none of the creepy fey magic rules apply here?” you asked. “I’m not going to be trapped in the fey realm for eating something or saying thank you or accepting an invitation?”
“When you wake, everything will be as it was previously for you,” Jareth promised. “Except that you will have had the experience of being in my bed. There is no way I can impact your life purely through a dream. It is impossible. So thank me at any point and, please, feel free to eat anything you wish.”
The way his eyes flared at the suggestion made you shake your head. “I don’t think I’m going to volunteer to suck you off anytime soon.”
“Pity,” he said, sounding like he meant it. “But that does not mean I cannot return the favor. Do you agree to our encounter?”
“That’s a vague term,” you argued. “Be more specific and maybe I’ll agree.”
“You always did seek to steal the mystery from things,” Jareth sighed as you smirked. “Very well. First, I intend to explore every inch of your delectable body, using what I find to make you squirm with pleasure. Then, I’ll use my fingers between your legs and watch you writhe at my mercy. Finally, I will thrust inside of you until we both collapse in ecstasy. Was that specific enough, or shall I add details?”
You had fairly perfected your poker face throughout your life up to this point, but you had a suspicion it was failing you during Jareth’s speech. Your body - already brought to a point of heightened sensitivity from tumbling around with him earlier - was throbbing with just his simple explanation.
“Specific enough,” you said faintly. “I agree.”
“Then let us begin,” he suggested, stripping himself of his extravagant outfit while you raced to catch up. You were both bare in moments, staring at each other.
Jareth’s body was as long and lean as you had assumed it would be, muscles dancing under his pale skin. There were occasional scars on certain places, the marks so old that they had turned flat and silvery with age. Internally, you scoffed. Even without his magic, his body still found a way to shine.
Your gaze dropped between his legs. Even half-excited, he was a sight to behold, long and proudly jutting from a tangle of hair as blond as that on his head - thankfully, also free of glittering light. You didn’t think your mind could handle sleeping with someone who seemed to have string lights around his dick.
As you watched, his cock gave an excited twitch, as if it could feel your gaze. Your mouth watered and you started to regret your earlier insistence that you wouldn’t swallow him down. His psychic cock twitched again, its head flushing with a faint bit of color.
“Wow,” you whispered, unable to keep the praise to yourself.
Jareth hummed an agreement, his gaze skimming over your body. That mismatched gaze lingered on your breasts and between your legs, but also on the breadth of your shoulders, the softness of your lower belly, the length of your thighs. “Perfection, utter and absolute.”
That certainly beat ‘wow’, and you were flooded with a powerful sense of confidence. You went to your knees, looking up at him suggestively. “Then maybe we should revisit the terms we set earlier…”
He thought about that for a moment, heat on his face. “While I would be more than happy to renegotiate for a second encounter, I vastly prefer this encounter to be about you and your pleasure. This has been nearly a decade of anticipation on my side and I confess I am rather eager to begin.”
You frowned, trying to remember the last time you had seen a guy turn down a blowjob. “What were we starting with?”
“A thorough exploration,” he reminded you, lifting you easily back to your feet. “Stand still, though do tell me if you find your knees growing weak.”
You snorted at that, but it may have been a premature dismissal on your part. Jareth danced his fingers down your arms and kissed between your fingers. He wrapped his arms around you from the back to rest his chin on your shoulder, firmly kneaded the muscles around your spine, and teased the sensitive skin from your collarbone to your sternum with wisps of his hair. He trailed kisses over your hips, gave your calf an experimental nibble, then paused to glance up at you with his hands stroking down over the backs of your thighs.
Your breath caught as you looked down at him, his face so close to your core. Originally, you had been relieved that he didn’t mention eating you out. Those teeth of his had always looked sharp, and you had no desire for your pleasure to be paired with a chaser of pain. But now, seeing him there… he looked good, and your inner muscles cranked tighter with eagerness.
“How are you, little champion?” Jareth asked, eyes sparkling.
“Fine,” you told him with a shrug, trying not to sound like you were trembling - though you were sure he could clearly see the way your fingers shook. “No weak knees yet.”
“No?” he asked, peering at them skeptically. The next time his hands made their way down your thighs to grip the back side of your knees, he gave a sudden tug and you tumbled down like a puppet with cut strings. “Hmm, they seem structurally unsound to me.”
“Rude,” you muttered, leaning up on your elbows so you could stare at him without having to stare directly over your own breasts.
Jareth was beside you a moment later, tugging one of your knees closer to him. You fought it for a moment, more out of playful pouting than anything else, then let him arrange you. He hissed out a breath at the first sight of you.
“Lovely,” he told you, gently touching one of your plump lips. “The best thing I’ve ever seen.”
And then his long, clever fingers sank into your soft heat and you leaned back until you were nestled on the softness of a mattress once more, your mouth agape with the shock of sudden pleasure. Jareth stroked a path through your center, memorizing every place that drove you wild, then stopped to draw intricate designs on your clit. You were squirming under him even before he thrust two fingers deep into your pussy.
You arched off the bed, making an inarticulate noise of shock as he soothed you. “Relax, my fragile human. You have placed your body in my care and I will treat it well.”
He pushed deeper, forcing you to take his fingers down to the biggest knuckle. Your muscles fluttered around him, then squeezed around the intrusion - whether to push him back out or draw him deeper, you weren’t sure. Jareth’s thumb stroked over your clit, applying the slightest bit of pressure as time went on until you were panting.
His fingers twisted and spread inside of you and your hands flew up, grasping your own elbows to prevent yourself from trying to pull him away. He smirked at your efforts, then withdrew and thrust his spread fingers back into your tight channel.
“Jareth!” you gasped aloud.
He groaned in response, fingers still moving through you. “Do you hear how loud you’re being for me? Your lips, yes, and I thank you for using my name. They have power, you know. But here as well,” Jareth paused as he pulled his fingers out of you. Your pussy made a humiliatingly wet sound and he smiled like it was the most beautiful music he had ever heard. “Even your body is telling me how desperately you needed this. I wonder how loud you’ll be for my cock?”
You started to frown up at him, but he buried his fingers inside of you once more and the sudden movement left you gasping. His other hand had moved down now, teasing your clit as his fingers kept up a steady rhythm. You started to clamp tighter around him, and Jareth noticed it almost the same time that you did.
With that sharply white smile, he asked, “Are you close, dearest? Will you do your best to crush my fingers, to keep them inside of you? I would let you have them forever if I did not want so badly to bury my cock in you instead.”
Just as you danced closer to the edge of orgasm, Jareth pulled his fingers away, drying them against your thigh as you writhed in thwarted desire. “No! Jareth!” you groaned.
He stared pitilessly at you. “The only way I’ll bring you to your peak is with my cock buried inside of you. I want to be pressed in to my very root before you reach fulfillment.”
“Then just do it already!” you snarled, lifting your hips as if to entice him with a view of your wetness.
“Such sweet words, how can I resist?” Jareth mused.
You were ready to start begging, but he was on his knees between your spread thighs in a moment. His hand was wrapped around his cock, now fully erect and just as mouthwatering as it had been the first time you saw it.
He pressed his head to your entrance, pushing forward the moment he was lined up. Your head tipped back before you could stop it, overwhelmed with the sensations of his blunt cock forcing its way inside your tightness. You hadn’t come yet, and you could definitely tell.
Jareth kept easing his way inside, though, thrust after shallow thrust keeping your body on a maddening edge between frustration and satisfaction.
“Faster,” you urged him, but he shook his head.
“I have awaited this moment for far too long to rush it now,” he bit out, pushing a fraction deeper. “Best settle in, little one. I’m only halfway inside.”
By the time he was fully seated inside of you, your breath came in pants and you could feel trickles of sweat rolling over your temples. He was braced on his hands above you, the effort of keeping his movements smooth seeming as natural to him as breathing. Meanwhile, your limbs were trembling and it was all you could do to keep from writhing underneath him.
“Jareth, please,” you begged. “I need- I ache, please…”
“Is my champion still desperate to come?” Jareth asked, voice silky.
“Yes!”
“Very well, impatient thing,” he agreed, thrusting inside you without pulling more than a fraction of his length from your heat. He brought one hand to your breast, swiping across your nipple as it stiffened, tightening into a hard little peak. He kept rubbing at the same tempo as his thrusts, his touch on your breast firming up every second.
It wasn’t enough to bring you to orgasm, not really. Or, it shouldn’t have been. Something about how close you had been before made this simple movement magical and the muscles of your core gripped him tight as the pleasure soared up so intense that it neared pain. You managed to bite back the wild cry that fought to spring from you, but you couldn’t prevent yourself from giving a long, low moan.
Jareth hummed at that, seeming to take it as a compliment toward himself. He hadn’t stopped his motion inside of you during your orgasm, but he drew further out and pushed in harder with every stroke. Your now-relaxed body had delivered a flood of lubrication in return for the pleasure and Jareth took full advantage of it.
By the time he had sped up to determined thrusts that left your breasts bouncing, you were nearing orgasm once more.
“Jareth!” you cried, letting the end of his name slope upward in tone until his name was half a question to accompany the exclamation.
“I will not last much longer if you make noises like those,” the Goblin King admitted. “Though your delightful pussy speaks much more loudly than your lovely mouth.”
Despite yourself, you had to admit that was true. Every long withdrawl was accompanied by a loud suctioning sound from your depths while each thrust inside left you squelching around him.
“Well, if you would move a little faster…” you trailed defensively.
He dropped his lips to yours, sweeping through your mouth in a kiss so searing that you were left breathless. “Do not be ashamed of the sounds of our passion, dearest. I treasure them and you should, too. As for moving faster…”
Jareth’s words paused while he slammed home in a thrust so strong it left you shuddering beneath him. “I refuse. I want to feel every inch of you, and I want you to feel every inch of me. When you wake, every twinge will leave you thinking of me, of this-” another thrust “-and that pleases me deeply. I want you to think only of me.”
You disapproved of his possessive words and wanted to refute them immediately… but your body didn’t agree. As if it were determined that you would feel the ghost of cock buried inside of you the next day, the muscles of your pussy constricted around him so tightly that it disrupted his careful rhythm.
“Are you close?” you gritted out, fighting back from the edge.
“Yes,” Jareth revealed, bracing himself more firmly on his elbows as he drove into you. “So… very… close…”
And then you fell over the edge of the cliff without so much as a warning. You cried out in earnest that time, and you weren’t sure whether you called his name. Jareth followed you a half-second later, and you were certain that he did shout your name.
When you had finally relaxed around him, slowly regaining the gift of sight after your vision had been filled with exploding lights, he pulled his softening cock from your depths. The movement left you shuddering beneath him, wracked with aftershocks so intense that they made your toes curl.
Jareth rolled off of you, the movement looking normal post-sex boneless rather than holding the inhuman grace that he had shown every other time you had seen him. He recovered irritatingly quickly, though, sitting up to look at you with a disconcerting mixture of pride and ownership.
Just as you were getting ready to say something off-putting, Jareth’s hand crept between your legs. “Whoa, maybe not ready for another round just yet.”
He withdrew his hand immediately, and you saw that he was holding a small bead of liquid on his fingertip. He was staring at it with an unreadable expression on his face. You thought back, remembering when he had pulled his fingers from your pussy, covered in your wetness. He had wiped them on your thigh, as if disgusted by your slick. Maybe he had a thing about body fluids? Rich of him, considering that he hadn’t offered to wear a condom, regardless of this being a dream.
“Strange, is it not?” he mused, eyes still on the trembling drop.
“Nope,” you denied, hoping to cut through any faux introspective speeches. “You came inside of someone whose body is self-lubricating. Since I also came, there are just a lot of liquids. If that icks you out, maybe you should look at other options.”
“You think me disgusted?” Jareth asked, his mismatched gaze darting to meet yours. “This is a single drop of our mingled essences. Such a wondrous thing, freely given.”
“I think I’m offended by ‘freely’,” you half-joked, trying to cut the odd rising tension.
Jareth’s eyes drifted closed and he licked the drop from his finger. You watched him, a little aroused by the action even as your feeling of unease grew. “Fine, I’m convinced. You don’t have anything against fluids.”
With a deep, shuddering breath, Jareth opened his eyes and you fought not to shriek. His dark eye was fully consumed in blackness, the white of his eye swallowed completely by the darkness. The other eye was full of the blue green of his iris, no pupil or white to be seen.
“What the fuck, Jareth?” you demanded, trying to push yourself back with limbs that weren’t quite ready for movement yet.
He smiled, lips stretching a bit too far over those sharp teeth. “Do not fear, my fragile human. With that gift, freely given by you, I have gained much. There is nowhere you can go where I cannot find you now.”
You did shriek then. You liked to think it was at least partially from your anger at Jareth, but you were terrified and there was no getting around it. Whatever he had done, it was making your nerves scream with the terror of a prey animal when it scented a predator. And, looking at his narrowed face and too-strong body, you weren’t sure that wasn’t exactly what was happening.
You shot upright in your bed, gasping and panting with fear that had followed you all the way from your dream.
Dream.
It had been a dream, right?
You snaked shaking fingers under the waistband of your sleep shorts, searching until you dipped into your core and found wetness… too much to be the remnants of an enjoyable dream.
Jareth had said something before you left - what had it been?
Reluctantly, your mind offered up the memory, fragmented by the terror you had felt at his fully inhuman eyes:
“Run while you can, my little champion,” he had told you with a vicious smile. “We’ll finish this soon enough.”
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A/N - I'm not sure if I'll ever write more for this (either the labyrinth run or the post-dream stuff) since I have so many ongoing projects, but I like the set-up so far. Feel free to let me know what you think!
Other works across various fandoms can be found on my masterlist.
christmas present: could you possibly write some headcanons for jareth with a clingy/cuddly reader? <3
Of course, Happy Holidays my darling! <3
Part of my Christmas Present Requests
(I do not own Labyrinth or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @tiny012.)
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Jareth has spent most of his life alone - although he’s ventured to the human world from time to time, the Labyrinth is mainly filled with sandy, hollow halls and dusty cellars and staircases and useless goblins, so although he’s too proud to admit it his heart and hands do ache for something to touch.
But this means he also thrives on any kind of needy attention, have you seen this man?? Like come on it would inflate his ego so bad he would love it, but more than anything he adores you so much that 24/7 his soul and skin burns with the need to feel you pressed up against him.
If you sneak into the throne room while he’s busy reading over important documents, please slide onto his lap until your back is snuggled up against his dress shirt and the papers have been pushed aside to be replaced with your hands. Look up at him with those big shiny eyes, and whisper in your needy sleepy voice that you need cuddles and you BET he’s going to melt into you and give you whatever you want.
Sometimes, during silky moonlit nights when Jareth tries to leave early to instruct the goblins for the day and not disturb you, a wild hand reaches out from the plush comforter and grabs onto his wrist. Pulling him back onto the bed until he’s landed flush on top of you, he threatens to turn you into a sloth with his magic. You laugh as nuzzles his mouth against the side of your neck, knowing he’s only joking with you as he presses a kiss to your lips... right?
He loves to take any opportunity when you cling to him to tease you - lips grazing slowly down your neck as you whimper in his grasp, his hands tightening into balling fists as he holds your waist tighter. His teeth drag over your shoulders, tongue wiping the welts apologetically as he goes, his finger running down your spine and leaving you shivering.
Half the time, he feels as if you have him under some kind of spell.
During dinner, he’ll hold your hand over the table, whilst simultaneously lifting your legs to rest them on his knees and rub your feet.
Please sit on his lap during honey-gold hazy mornings where the both of you are still sleepy messes - place yourself between the brackets of his arms and tuck yourself against his chin as he does his makeup, throwing glitter at you from time to time with his brush.
Sometimes he’ll tug you into the velvet lining of his cape like a little owl and you just hug his chest all warm and comfortable and safe.
He’ll growl if you curl your fingers through the strands of his hair, scraping against his scalp and tugging lightly. He’ll grab the underside of your thighs, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he’ll kiss you fervently, before the two of you accidentally tumble to the floor.
‘Mmmhh you’re not going anywhere my little starlight.’
‘Jareth you managed to knock the table over us as well I don’t think I could go anywhere even if I wanted to.’
You somehow make him more sentimental?? Like when you’re pressed over him in your sleep, legs sleek and heavy and tangled against his own, cheek smushed against his bare chest, you can feel him smirk against your forehead as he whispers about how much he loves you.
Requested: by @undercanonthots ots, Omg I’ve just saw that you have open request for labyrinth characters 😭 I’m like the happiest person ever!! I know that I always ask for NSFW or SFW alphabets cause I have like 0 imagination to request, but may I ask you for the alphabets if you’re Ok with them? For Jareth please 🥺🥺🖤 (also sorry for my English mistakes!)
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director
Author’s Note: I hope this is good love! I’m excited to get into Jareth, I’ve loved him since I was a little girl
Author’s Note: For this one I really desperately tried to capture how this movie made me feel. Even know I feel like a child when I think of it, with a childs mindset. Such an interesting movie that makes me feel like the world could always be a bit more than it is. I hope you enjoy it darling
Requested: by anon, I’m so excited Labyrinth requests are open! Could I please get a Jareth x reader and what they’re first kiss would be like and the reason behind it? Thanks love, you’re the best!
Summary: the request
Genre: fluff
Song: As the world falls down by david bowie
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director
(Apologies for the long meeting, I just love him and the story of Labyrinth with all my heart)
- The thing about Jareth is that he becomes what you wish for him to be. If you want an adventure then he’ll give you one. Want romance? You’ll get it. Want an escape? He’ll whisk you away in an instant. Everything that you encounter is there because of you.
- But perhaps we’re getting ahead of ourselves. You and Jareth meet after you encounter the story of the Labyrinth at an old bookshop.
- You couldn’t quite explain why you’d entered the shop. Curiosity perhaps, you’d never been inside, in fact, you hadn’t even known it existed. But a part of you knew that it was more than that; you felt a pull towards it. It was as though something beyond your understanding had wanted you to go inside. And so you did.
- Wandering between the dusty, wooden shelves filled with old, fading books, you jumpd as an abrupt dull thud came from behind you. Once you’d turned, you found that a book had fallen off the shelves. ‘The Labyrinth’ the cover read and upon opening it, you saw the portrait of an unsightly yet endearing goblin printed on the opening page.
- You went to put it back on the shelf before an odd gnawing feeling filled you, as though you were missing out on something if you returned it to its; what you thought was it’s, rightful place. You turned the book around and gazed at the cover for another moment before deciding that you’d purchase it.
“Oh that one? That one you can have for free. See how old it is? Free, free, free. No ones bought it for many years, you’re doing me a favor by taking it.” The withered shop keeper had said as you went to hand them the book.
- Odd. You thought since nearly all of the books in the shop were just as old if not older. But who were you to turn down a persons generosity? Thanking the shop keeper, you left the store, clutching your newly owned book in your hand as you made your way home.
- Once you arrived home, you set the book down and went about the rest of your routine. It wasn’t until later that night that you actually cracked the book open, completely unaware of how invested you would become in the story.
- You spent hours devouring the pages, seldom stopping for anything and oblivious to the starry eyes which watched you from the dark of the night outside your window.
- It was a few days later that you would first encounter the goblin king in person. You’d had a bad day and felt as though you’d rather disappear forever than be a functional human being for another day. It was then that you remembered a specific quote from the story you’d read mere days before. With a solemn chuckle, you sank to the floor, closing your eyes and saying the words.
“I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now.”
- You sat silent for a long moment, taking a few deep breaths and trying to forget about the day you had. Creak! Your eyes snapped open and your head whipped to the side before you began to laugh nervously, there was nothing there.
- But in an instant, it felt as though the entire room was alive and that; even though you were completely alone, there was someone or something there with you. The distinct feeling of being watched filled you and you felt a twinge of panic invade your senses. You quickly made your way towards your back door and stepped outside …only to find that you weren’t in your backyard.
- Before you was the beautiful view of a, well, a labyrinth. It was just like the one in the book. Were you dreaming? You must have been, how else would you be …here.
- You began to walk towards the labyrinth, soon encountering the fairies, Hoggle, the worm. You marveled at the place around you and yet, you were worried. How would you get home?
- The answer wasn’t going to be anywhere outside of the labyrinth, and so you kept on going. Maneuvering your way through obstacle after obstacle, joining up with Hoggle once more who agreed to show you the way out after some bribery and blackmail. It was with Hoggle that you saw him for the first time.
- Well, it wasn’t really him at first, he was sitting on the ground in the shape of a creature-esque beggar. Even if it was him, you wouldn’t have recognized him. You moved closer to Hoggle as the two of you went to pass the blind beggar, creeping past before the creature spoke.
“Your majesty.” Hoggle said and your eyes widened. Stooping slightly, you bowed your head in a show of respect, up until the king made Hoggle confess his “true intentions behind helping you”.
- Unbeknownst to you, the goblin king was jealous of your newfound friendship with the ghastly little man and sought to squash it. Playing the role of kind king, he watched your reaction to the news, hiding his glee and making a face of teasing disappointment at the Hoggle.
“And you Y/n,” he turned his attention towards you, a smirk settling on his face as he leaned against the wall in front of you. “How are you enjoying my labyrinth?”
“Well, it’s very beautiful,” you fumbled for the right words to say, your throat dry and your stomach filled with butterflies. “I’ve enjoyed my time here, the good and the bad. But …I would like to know the way home….”
- He tsked at you before offering you a deal. If you managed to arrive at his castle in the next thirteen hours, then you could leave. But if you couldn’t, you would have to stay with him forever. With no other option, you accepted the challenge.
- Of course, he tries to foil all of your plans and attempts. Every now and again, he’ll drop in and make your mission harder. He’s always very smug whenever he messes you up and makes you take a longer route, though; at the same time, he wants you to arrive at his castle as soon as possible.
- Throughout his visits, he’ll try and win you over. Trying to impress you with his powers and woo you with his charms.
- Not many people have gotten as far as you have so believe me; he’s impressed. Though he also feels jealous as he watches you express any affection to the creatures of the labyrinth and your new friends. He threatens them every time they leave your sight.
- Regardless of his attempts to throw you off track, you do in fact make it to the castle in time. Thoroughly distraught, he offers you a final desperate deal though it sounds more like a plea. Let him rule you. Stay with him, fear him, love him. Do as he says, and he will be your slave.
- The offer makes you freeze, your heart and mind racing. For a long moment, you remain silent before you slowly open your mouth and give him your answer. Yes, you’ll stay.
- The smile he gives you is genuine and the world around you begins to put itself back together. Soon enough, you’re standing in the room full of staircases, a hopeful feeling rising within you.
“Come, let us pick your new room.” He offers you his hand and you take it, allowing him to lead you into the corridor of the castle.
- The two of you have dinner that night and both of you would consider it to be your first date. Candle light, flowers, the occasional rambunctious goblin; it was beautifully strange and you wouldn’t have changed a thing.
- The two of you share your first kiss in one of the many gardens of the Labyrinth. You were admiring the flowers and he was standing beneath a shady tree, admiring you; something he does very often.
- Out of nowhere, he stalked out from his shaded corner, hands behind his back as he leans down and kisses you. No words spoken, no questions asked and certainly no complaints made. He pulled away and you smiled up at him, though he was looking at the flowers in front of you. He only returned your smile as you turned back to the flowers happily, his heart full of adoration and gratitude.
- The two of you would only remain together forever …not long at all.
- You’re only ever in the company of goblins and/or other creatures; and he couldn’t care less about their comfort or opinions, so pda isn’t really a problem for him. The only problem with Pda is the fact that he doesn’t want to appear too soft in front of his subjects.
- Passionate, breathtaking kisses that make you weak in the knees and send a wave of heat coursing through you.
- He loves when you come to spend time with him; or just to see him, on your own accord, even if you’re technically disrupting something. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He’ll say, his face brightening as you come into view or the instant he hears your voice.
- He craves your affection and attention, even though he’s good at hiding it. He knows that he’s been “alone” for a very long time but it still genuinely surprises him when he’s reminded as to how much he’s actually missed having a companion.
- He always gives you a closed lip smile whenever you kiss him on the cheek. How big it is depends on the situation.
- He loves when you play with his hair, he’ll lay between your legs and toy with his crystals while you braid or twirl his teased locks.
- Getting to hear him sing. He usually pulls you into a dance while he does so.
- He’s quite fond of terms of endearment, he likes that only he is truly allowed to call you them and you him. Usually, he’ll call you love, darling, pet, and my queen.
- He’s a cuddler but you aren’t allowed to let anyone know that. Most of the time, the two of you will sleep with your head on his chest, one of your hands in his and his other arm wrapped around you, keeping you close.
- He likes tracing his fingers across your skin, usually your bare back while you’re laying on your stomach next to him in bed.
- Hand kisses.
- Constant compliments and praise.
“Well don’t you look ravishing~”
- He plays little tricks on you from time to time. I’m fairly certain that he’s; at least, part fae and we all know that they’re mischievous little bastards.
- Occasionally getting spooked by him because he’ll just appear somewhere close to you out of nowhere, usually with an expression that tells you that he knew exactly what he was doing.
- He enjoys the banter that the two of you get into. He likes the little smiles he can force you into making with his teasing comments.
- Sometimes, he’ll just drape himself across you; or lay his head on some part of you, and start a conversation as though nothing is out of the ordinary; which is true because he does it enough that you’ve gotten used to it.
“Do you think it’s too much?”
- Telling him about your dreams and the little odd things that happen to you throughout the day, even though he most likely already knows about them. He finds it amusing to listen to you describe them either way.
- He likes having your full attention. He likes the feeling of being yearned for and adored, though he adores you the same amount if not more.
- He’s sorta clingy though he tries his best to hide just how clingy he is. You get little glimpses of it every now and again, like him dropping in to see what you’re doing throughout the day or having you stay close to his side whenever you can.
- He’s a; for the most part, chivalrous gentleman, even when you’re testing his patience. It doesn’t matter if you’ve just had an argument, he’s still offering you his hand to steady yourself with while climbing up the castle steps.
- Getting his capes draped over your shoulders.
- Getting to hear all of his stories about the land, the labyrinth, and all of the creatures that inhabit it.
- You definitely sit on his lap while he’s in his throne, having little conversations while the goblins jeer at each other and cause trouble around you.
- You try to get him to be nicer to the goblins and all the other creatures of the labyrinth but old habits die hard; especially since he sees them as below him. He tries though, mainly to please you.
- You’re somewhat feared by association; at least until they get to know you, which means everyone is pretty much always incredibly nice to you, even if they’re usually rude to people. After they do get to know you, then they just begin to genuinely like you enough to be kind to you.
- Although, they revert back to their; understandably, timid selves when Jareth shows up. You can; quite literally, tell when the king shows up because their smiles will drop and their eyes will widen, some cowering slightly as you glance behind your shoulder, finding the blonde watching you.
- Masquerade balls thrown in your honor.
- Strange but delicious meals.
- Nights spent in front of a fire, cuddled into his side and watching different places and dreams in his crystals.
- Watching the sun rise and set together.
- You get anything your heart desires, all you have to do is ask or mention something in passion. He’ll either leave it for you to find in your room or manifest it right then and there, raising an eyebrow at you and smirking, a sparkling little glint in his eyes.
- Magic tricks. He enjoys seeing the wonder and awe on your face.
- Hugs from behind.
- Catching him talking to the goblins about you. It’s always something that you can’t help but find cute.
- Getting dressed up in extravagant clothing. He enjoys seeing you in proper goblin ruler fashion.
- You assume your queenly duties and take it upon yourself to make the labyrinth a better place wherever you can. He doesn’t understand your need to be kind but he does find it quite adorable when you return home with dirtied clothing and mussed up hair; usually out of breath with a big smile on your face, having spent the day helping the citizens of the labyrinth.
“Well look at your dress. You’ve ruined it.” He’ll say, usually in such a fond teasing manner that you can’t help but let out a little laugh.
- All the goblins adore you, even if you don’t necessarily fit in with them and the king. They like your little quirks and contrasting personality traits as much as they like the ones that match theirs.
- Occasionally stepping in to stop him from making brash; and oftentimes cruel, decisions.
- He’s incredibly jealous. Anytime he sees someone talking to you in a relatively “too friendly” way, he’ll threaten them with the bog of eternal stench or some other horrible part of his land.
- He’s very protective of you, the labyrinth can be a very dangerous place for someone who doesn’t truly know where they’re going. He always insists that you have someone accompany you; which you usually have no problem with. He also watches you from his crystals whenever he feels that something is wrong.
- You cant be sure but you guess that Jareth has something to do with the barn owl that follows you on your little journeys through the land.
- Arguments here and there. He usually ends up either shutting you down or snapping at you, though he doesn’t ever yell. Just to be petty, you’ll ignore him and occasionally go to stay somewhere else, usually being wholeheartedly yet wearily accepted into the home of one of your strange friends.
- He’s extremely irritable during these cold shoulder sessions, snapping at the goblins more than usual and ranting to them about how you “could dare just walk out on” him. He usually makes the creatures/goblins try to convince you to talk to him. Eventually, he’ll visit, telling you that you’re acting childish before breaking; as you refuse to say a word to him, and desperately trying to get you to forgive him.
- He doesn’t say “I love you” constantly but he does say it very often. Even so, it doesn’t change how special it feels every time he says it.
- He wants to marry you as soon as he can but he thinks he’ll wait for children for a little while, wanting to savor your lives together before making a new one. As surprising as it may be, he genuinely does like children and is eager to have his own, especially with you.
But what no one knew, was that the Goblin King had fallen in love with the girl~
- Jareth had spent centuries scouring the aboveground for the perfect companion and not a single soul had ever interested him …not until you came along.
- Jareth took notice of you once when you were small, you’d done some silly little thing which had made him laugh and think about what a charming child you were. But that was all it had been, he’d watched a snippet of your life and moved on.
- He’d forgotten about you for quite a few years, in fact he’d forgotten about looking for anyone at all. But then, on a whim, he’d remembered you and; slightly curious, he searched for you in one of his crystals.
- You were much older now but he could see it was you. He could also see that you’d grown up to be quite beautiful. With his curiosity quelled, he put down the crystal and went about his day.
- It wasn’t very obvious at first but for some reason, you’d managed to worm your way into his head. Every now and again, he’d find his mind drifting towards you, wondering about you, daydreaming about you. It wasn’t long before he’d realized that there had to have been a reason that he couldn’t just forget you like all the rest.
- He found himself peering into your life nearly everyday, taking note of the kind of person you were and coming to realize that you …were perfect. It was you. You were the person he was looking for, at least he was nearly sure. He still had to give you the final test.
- And so, the Goblin King whisks you away to the underground, giving you your ultimatum and letting you begin your journey through the Labyrinth.
- It’s important to mention that Jareth becomes, and is, what you want him to be. There’s a reason that everything you encounter within the labyrinth resonates so deeply with you, even the more dangerous parts of it. He reorders time, turns the world upside down, and he does it all for you.
- He watches you throughout your entire journey, checking how far you’ve gotten and making sure that things aren’t going too easily for you; as well as just admiring you though he’ll never outwardly admit that one.
- Every now and again, he’ll drop in and try to throw you off track, hoping that he’ll delay you enough to ensure that you’ll lose your little bet. He also; as much as he tries, just can’t seem stay away. You’re so close and yet so far, it’s truly agony at times.
- Banter. Anytime he pays you a visit, he’ll tease, flirt, and otherwise try to fluster you. He loves seeing that little moment of genuine bashfulness, and your; oftentimes, poor attempts at hiding the effect that he has on you.
- He’s eager for your attention, doing whatever he can to have your eyes on him or to have you touch him. He doesn’t even mind if you’re bothered or unamused by him and his antics, he thinks that little furrow of your eyebrows is adorable.
- He loves seeing you interact with the creatures and things of the labyrinth. He thinks it’s adorable when you coo at and take care of the creatures around you, and he loves the near constant look of childlike wonder on your face. He feels a swell of pride whenever you say something kind about something he’s created, he thinks it’s a sure sign that you’re growing fonder of him and his world; fond enough to want to stay.
- As much as he likes seeing you having a good time amongst his subjects, he also gets jealous quite easily. He wants so badly for you to be his and you’d rather spend time with some vile creature than with a king. You must be crazy.
- He talks to the goblins, though he more so talks at them since he hardly ever truly wants to hear what they think. He asks questions that none of the goblins know how to; nor think they should, answer. It’s definitely a bit stressful for them at times.
- Seeing you in the underground makes him completely sure that you’re the perfect person to rule alongside him. You intrigue, impress, and enrapture him. And above all, you fit in wonderfully. It’s as though you were always meant to be in this world, not your own.
- He enjoys your resilience, even when it’s proven to be quite infuriating at times. It’s one of the main reasons he’s grown to love you, the fact that you’re unwilling to give up no matter what he throws at you.
- You can imagine his panic when you arrive at the castle just in the nick of time. He does everything in his power to stop you from fully completing what you’d set out to do. He’s desperate and it’s easy to see.
- Soon, it’s time for your final confrontation. It’s his last chance to try and convince you to stay, to try and see if you’ll accept him; at least a little bit. You don’t have to love him right now because he lives to love you. In time you’ll grow to; he’s sure of it.
“Is it so bad to be here?” He’ll ask you and the question will make you pause. “Haven’t you had fun? Made …friends with all these creatures. What’s holding you back from accepting a life spent in a world like this? I’ve reordered time, turned the world upside down and I’ve done it all for you. Is that not generous?”
- Well, he was right wasnt he? You’d made so many good friends and; though at times it was frightening and confusing, you’d enjoyed every minute you’d spent in the labyrinth. Was it so bad to stay?
- Seeing the genuine look on your face; as though you’re truly thinking about choosing to stay, fills him with an unimaginable hope. And when you finally do agree, he can all but feel how close he is to winning over your heart, though you insist that you’re staying because of everything but him. He merely smirks at you.
- Oftentimes, he uses the goblins to get to you, ordering them to call upon you and drag you into joining them for this or that reason just so he can spend more time with you. He always calls it a delightful surprise when he sees you and treats the goblins very kindly to try and make a good impression; especially if you’ve ever shown distaste on his treatment of them.
- He’s a complete pushover for you. You; quite literally, only have to give him a pleading smile and grab his hand/arm and he’ll do whatever you ask, loving the affectionate look on your face and the feel of your touch.
- Elaborate balls thrown in your honor just to get you to dance with him. He; most likely, only invites his goblins just to ensure that he’s the only suitable partner for you to choose. Though he can’t say he completely minds seeing you laugh and smile as a two foot tall creature takes your hands and leads you around the dance floor.
- When he believes that it’s finally the right time, he’ll arrange everything perfectly and call upon you. He offers you everything: his love, his life, his riches. Anything your heart could ever desire and anything you could ever dream of would be yours. All you had to do was be his….
Request: Ah there is never enough jareth in the world and I love your writing!!! Would it be alright to ask for a jareth headcannons where the s/o loves teasing him? Like maybe leaning in for a kiss only to open his eyes and see she slipped past him and likes to make him chase her type stuff.
Wow thank you, I did not realise the Jareth fandom was still so big! <3
Comments are always appreciated!
It had been a very long, arduous day, and all Jareth wanted when he entered your shared bedchamber was to share the night in your company.
Coming up behind you where you stand near the fireplace, he smirks lightly as you smile, not noticing his hand slip down and intertwine with your fingers.
The way his hair tickles against your forehead, or the warmness of his breath as it brushes like sun rays against the goosebumps that send shivers rolling down your body, you close your eyes in bliss, and he soon follows suit.
His fingers reach down to cup your chin and tilt your head slightly more towards his, slowly leaning down until he can feel your lips brush against his - it felt like fire licking against his skin.
The next thing he knew, though, was that you had slipped out of his grasp.
You always were the little tease.
Your feet lightly patter across the ground and out into the hallway of the castle like feathers floating dangerously through thick gusts of wind as you throw your head back, looking around your shoulder, and in turn bumping into the long cushioned settee placed in the centre of the living quarters you hadn’t realised you’d stumbled into.
You slap a hand against your mouth, dipping suddenly and collapsing your knees against your chest, bottom placed firmly on the cold stone floor that itched your leg as your other hand reaches out to settle the swaying lamp on the table nearby.
You can hear the tapping of Jareth’s heels as he makes his way down the stone walls towards your destination , light tutting echoing in the air.
You squeal slightly as you hear the loud thud of feet running towards you.
Your feet move of their own accord, racing out the door and past Jareth’s view as you run towards the staircase leading down to the ballroom, hearing a loud ‘there’s no escape now love!’
You tiptoe across the floor, the sparkling light dripping in from the windows making you feel too out in the open, crouching down slightly before you feel two large arms tangle around your waist, loudly laughing in your ears as he shouts, ‘got you now, little one’.
Pearls of deep laughter ripple out of his throat as you thwack playfully at the arms that carry you gently back up the stairs, before you find yourself falling onto the soft sheets of the four poster-bed.
Jareth’s form blocks your view of the ceiling as he leans over you, a broad grin lighting up his face as he gently leans down, his hair tickling your cheek as he peppers kisses against every available inch of skin he can.
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