It was probably obvious to everyone that this was your first time at one of the Goblin King’s masquerades balls with the way you staring at the room in awe but you paid no mind to that. How could you not admire the lavish decorations, the soothing music that filled the room, and gaze starry-eyed at all the beautiful outfits and masks the other guests were wearing.
Even though you had gone to your fair share of dances, they certainly could not live up to the ones the Goblin King hosted. There certainly was a reason why those who attended bragged to their friends who didn’t get an invitation much to the latter’s envy and dismay. It made you happy when you received one, finally going to be able to see the inside of the adored king’s castle in all its extravagance.
You had been talking with one of your friends, trying to see if you could guess who was behind the mask based on the person’s behavior and appearance when a hush fell over the room. Looking toward the staircase, you both watched as the Goblin King descended from the stairs to join his party. Even with the mask, it was easy to recognize him. With that telltale blonde hair and the aura that encompassed him, there was no way it couldn’t be him.
Everyone watched as he walked around the room. At every ball he hosted, he arrived with no date and instead picked someone new to have the ball’s first dance with. It was a position everyone wished to be in as the person who was chosen would be the talk of the kingdoms for ages. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath as he neared them and they let out a sigh of disappointment when he passed them over.
Your eyes widen in surprise when Jareth stopped in front of you. Giving him your hand in greeting, your face grew flushed when he bowed and placed a kiss on your hand, well aware of the envious eyes that watched every move both of you made. With a sensual and soothing voice, he asked: “May I have this dance?”
(These hcs are slightly centered around Halloween, so sorry if you were looking for something different!)
- There’s a lingering warmth that hangs in the Underground even as the normal world turns bleak and cold. You wonder if it’s like this all year round: if the brick walls that seal you inside the manmade; or fae-made, labyrinth also fend off the crisp chill of the regular autumn air. You can’t bring yourself to ask about it either way. You want to stay wondering: want to enjoy the strange world for what it is instead of wondering why it is. Everything inside the labyrinth seems to be just as you like it. You suppose that’s Jareth’s way of making you want to stick around.
- Nevertheless, you’ll occasionally find that the air grows colder right before Jareth arrives or when you find yourself straying too far from his side. The pleased smile that flits across his lips when you gravitate towards him and his body heat is evidence enough that he has some kind of hand in the changing of the winds. He likes you close, nearly shoulder to shoulder or chest to chest. You’ve found that lingering out of his reach proves troublesome in more ways than one….
- Different creatures surface during the changing of the seasons: some emerge from their dens, some retreat away, some grow thicker fur, and some simply grow more ravenous; their new attitudes rendering them unrecognizable from their summery counterparts. Areas of the labyrinth change as well. Leaves fall, as do trees and seeds and rocks, holes and burrows get dug, landslides crumble, things break apart. The labyrinth is perilous on a good day, it grows even more dangerous during seasons of uncertainty.
- Though with it's danger comes an even greater beauty, one that has you pleading with Jareth to escort you around the Underground whenever you have the chance. The two of you go for walks around the kingdom nearly every day, watching the leaves change color and the autumn harvest gradually rise from the earth. When Jareth is too busy to accompany you, he makes sure that one or more of his subjects are around to keep an eye on you, making sure that you're safe wherever you decide to go.
- The Underground is bathed in an orange glow during the in-betweens of day and night. Everything sparkles and shines in the fading sun, and the smell of smoke and spices pour out of the stone chimneys found around Goblin city and the fires that warm Jareth's castle. The light disappears quicker amongst the stacked houses and thick walls, and though you deny that you're cold, Jareth simply smirks at your stubbornness and throws his cape over your shivering shoulders.
- After long days outside, you get back to the castle and have a hot supper together, basking in the warmth of the fire and the different candles that light the room. Though the goblins aren't the best cooks, Jareth's ensured that they know how to make things that he knows you'll enjoy: warm soups and filling foods that remind you of the things you have back at home. He likes to be close to you when you eat: likes being able to watch you and hear you talk more than you usually do. You lower your guard when you're amongst the normalness and the quiet of the empty dining room, and Jareth likes to see you feeling particularly at home and comfortable.
- There's something about traveling between the real world and the Underground that makes you feel like a kid again, like you're still celebrating Halloween in your youth. Something about it reminds you of how it felt to trick or treat late at night: like you're doing something you're not supposed to with the safety of knowing that you're allowed. It's the nostalgic feeling of still believing in magic, of the world suddenly turning fantastical and whimsical and strange. It's the same giddy emotion you get when watching a seasonal movie, of having your fantasies beautifully fulfilled in full.
- Travelling to the Underground doesn't always make sense. Oftentimes, Jareth will seek you out as the sun begins to set and you'll enter his realm just as it's beginning to rise. Sometimes it's morning or noon when he materializes in your home, and when you arrive at his castle, you're standing under a sky of shimmering stars. It adds to the magic of it, makes it feel even more like a dream.
- Either decorating the castle with the goblins or having Jareth order them around in preparation for your arrival. He's unfamiliar with the traditions of the holiday/season, but he lets you wreak havoc in whatever festive way you'd like. Bring those over there. She wants those strung up. What are you waiting for? He raises a brow at the poor creatures when they look at him in bewilderment, making them hurriedly start doing whatever was asked/commanded of them.
- Whether it includes using his magic or simply using his goblin servants, anything you ask for is yours. Want pumpkins? He'll send his minions out to retrieve some. Want atmospheric weather? He'll conjure it up in a second. He'll go as far as to change entire areas of the labyrinth just to make you happy. Like I said: anything you want is yours.
- Jareth likes to pretend he isn't interested in/is above your childish human traditions, but his curious gaze tends to defy him whenever you busy yourself with an unfamiliar task. He'll watch from the sidelines, glancing away whenever someone looks towards him, pretending he isn't amused/vaguely fascinated by whatever's going on. He thinks it's silly that you insist on cooking things instead of just letting/making the goblins do it, or that you want to rake the leaves and jump into the manmade piles. Though he refuses to do it himself, he grows jealous whenever the goblins agree and make you happy in the process.
- The goblin king can't help but scoff when you fondly tell him about corn mazes in the real world. He jealously brags about his own maze; his labyrinth, and asks if you'd like to give his a try if you like them so much. He doesn't actually expect you to agree, or at least doesn't expect you to be so determined about it. He likely sends his goblins out to tail you and make sure that you're not grievously injured during your little adventure: commanding them to go around the kingdom closing oubliettes, moving rocks, and scaring different beasts away as you cluelessly continue on with your journey....
- In the beginning, he watches you with vague amusement, occasionally appearing and making comments about having déjà vu and things of the sort. He tries to convince you to take a break and spend time with him, growing bored with the whole idea when you refuse and insist that you're going to beat his labyrinth. He might even have his subjects lead you towards shortcuts just so you can finish quicker, letting you brag to him about how easy it was when you make your way inside the castle, letting you feel all accomplished while he tugs you close to him and forces you to make up for lost time.
- Speaking of beasts: though the goblin king is prone to jealousy, he might gift you a creature to keep you company/safe whenever he's not able to spend time with you. It's likely an adorably ugly, furry, and hulking critter that follows after you obediently and lays across your lap to keep you warm. Jareth might pretend that you found the thing all on your own; and you might be convinced due to the slight rivalry that the two of them have going on, but rest assured that there's a reason that the beast suddenly appeared during one of your mini travels.
- Fair warning: teaching goblins how to carve pumpkins is a vaguely terrifying experience. It's like trying to teach a room full of slightly violent preschoolers how to do an activity that's completely foreign to them. They cluelessly try to follow along, hesitating at first and looking to Jareth for permission before hurriedly doing as you say. They get very invested very quickly, however, and you'll soon find yourself in a room full of noisy, excited little creatures.
- Goblins love scary stories. They recount them in gruesome detail whenever you ask them to/mention that it's holiday tradition. Jareth usually sits by your side and grimaces while he listens, his hand on his chin and his eyes flicking over to you, watching you hang on to the storytellers every word. He doesn't understand why you're so enamored with such ugly little tales, but he allows them to be told all the same.
- Some of the goblins would likely ask to do Halloween activities all year round/whenever you come to visit, loving the newfound rituals/games you've introduced them to. You might find that the goblins keep Jack-o'-lantern's on their doorsteps all the way into spring and summer, or that they tell cover their "yards" with hay or "fallen" leaves (leaves they've plucked from trees and forced to shrivel up).
- Receiving whimsical gifts. Your home in the real world is decorated with magical souvenirs, things you tend to keep hidden or dodge questions about whenever company comes over. These gifts tend to defy logic and science, and they make even your boring old bedroom seem fantastical, exciting, and strange.
- Somedays, you like to stay with Jareth in your own world, showing him different Halloween movies and listening to seasonal music. Familiar activities take an interesting turn when you're doing them with a magic wielding goblin kings.
- You explain different holiday traditions to him whenever they come up in conversation, telling him about this and that while he sits and listens patiently. The perfect time to whisk them away, isn't it? He'd said teasingly when you told him about trick or treating, wrapping his arms around you while you tried to glare at and scold him. I suppose you'll just have to spend the night with me to ensure that I don't do anything of the sort.
- Your Halloween desserts are a guilty pleasure of his. He can always find it in himself to excuse the boredom you put him through while waiting for you to be finished whenever you finally reward him with a proud smile and a sweet treat.
- There's likely some kind of portal in your home that allows you to enter into the Underground without Jareth's help. It also allows for the goblins to sneak into your world, happily roaming around your house and wreaking havoc wherever they go. Whether you willingly invite them over or not, you still have fun babysitting the little rascals and getting them to help you with your Autumn-related endeavors; even if they leave you with more of a mess than anything else. Jareth can always right whatever wrongs they commit in a matter of minutes, so you never really have to worry. He also finds it amusingly sweet whenever you plead with him to be merciful with the creatures whenever they decide to pay you a visit without his permission.
- When you find yourself feeling lonely or unable to sleep, you sometimes make your way deeper into the castle and see what the goblins are doing. Sometimes you'll be able to stumble across a makeshift goblin party or decide to make one on your own: convincing the creatures to divvy out some snacks and drinks and play some music or party games. It's chaotic, but it's always fun, and you'll find yourself getting so caught up in it that you don't even notice Jareth standing in the doorway. He'll raise a brow at you when you finally lock eyes, smirking in amusement when you smile at him sheepishly.
"Time for bed, don't you think?" He teases hintingly, leaning against the doorframe as he waits for you to untangle yourself from the party. He's somewhat amused as he leads you back to your room; whether in the castle or back in the real world, and he promises to show you what a real party looks like in the very near future.
- The party in question is a masquerade ball, one that's likely set on the night of Halloween. The entire point of it is to try and top your little goblin get together; an incredibly simple affair, yet the extravagance of it would make one assume that he was trying to outshine an entire royal ball. The dancehall's decorations take on a gothic twist, the room is lit by candelabras and chandeliers, the guests are dressed in gaudy satin and velvet and lace.
- You yourself are dressed indulgently, wearing the gown and the jewelry that Jareth gifted you in anticipation of the holiday event. He spoils you rotten with the outfit: making sure that every hem and stitch is in line with your deepest fantasies. He tries to entice you with promises that you could be wearing similar things everyday if you simply chose to stay with him in the Underground, smiling impishly at you when you fondly tell him to focus on his dancing.
- You spend all night dancing and drinking and laughing with all of the Goblin Kings eccentric party guests. You take it all in until you physically can't anymore, collapsing happily into the cushions of an armchair at the end of the night, resting your feet and catching your breath. Your head is fuzzy as you watch Jareth approach you, fading in and out of view between the vibrant, moving company. He asks if you've had enough for the night, offering you his hand and leading you out of the room, members of the crowd parting for the two of you like the red sea. You feel like a child being carried off to bed, hearing the chorus of voices and laughter grow quieter and quieter as you slink up stone staircases and down long empty hallways.
- You soon find yourself standing at the ledge of his castle, looking out amongst the entirety of his kingdom and his labyrinth, admiring the autumn atmosphere late at night. It's easy to want to stay there forever when you feel like this, to be swayed to agree to be his and his alone. Everything is so beautiful in that moment: perfect beyond compare. When Jareth comes up behind you and embraces you, you feel as though the whole world is embracing you, and without hesitation, you find yourself embracing it back....
Summary: A mysterious woman falls into the Underground, claiming she does not have memories and not knowing why she is there. Jareth, who's bored and taking slight pity on her, takes her under his wing to ease some of his own misery. Post Labyrinth (1986).
Warnings: nudity, masturbation, voyeurism, manipulation, corruption, smut in general.
Word count: 1,333.
Note: female character is named Leah, but no physical characteristics (such as skin color, hair, eyes, etc.) are described on this story. Feel free to imagine how she looks like.
I also think this might have 4 or 5 chapters in total, I'm still deciding on that lol.
In this chapter: dirty oral sex (m receiving), kinda manipulation, and corruption.
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This fanfiction is also posted in Ao3 under the name undyingfidelity.
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The woman hummed a happy melody, walking around the aisles of the castle. Leah just finished her duties late that night, but she was still full of energy, so she didn't mind staying up until it was almost midnight.
As curious as she was, she found a great and magnificent door in the castle, she assumed it was the throne room. Leah did not recall ever getting in there, she was intrigued by how would it be. It was already late, and the door seemed not completely closed. The aisle was empty and there was no one around, so carefully she got inside the room.
Leah felt cold hitting her body for some reason as she closed slowly the door behind her. She observed the roof was very high and that Goblin stone heads decorated the place, making it a little intimidating. Leah looked at the throne at the back of the room, giving short steps and getting near the stairs of Jareth's empty seat.
She stopped right on the edge of the stairs, deciding whether or not to climb the stairs and sit down on the throne. Maybe she would feel powerful, just like he did. Leah swallowed thickly, thinking about the control Jareth started to have on her. Even if his orders and requests were mundane house chores, his voice and the way he managed to tell them made her feel chills and strange sensations in her body.
"I didn't expect a visitor," a familiar voice talked behind her.
She swallowed thickly and remained still. Jareth's steps got closer and closer until Leah felt the heat of his body near of her own.
"Shouldn't you be asleep by now?" Jareth questioned the woman, getting dangerously close to her, almost breathing into her neck.
"And how are you supposed to know that?"
Jareth smirked against her skin. "Oh, there are a lot of things I know about you, Leah."
Her name fell from his lips like the sweetest thing he ever heard, weirdly liking how it sounded with that deep voice of his. The Goblin king started to walk around Leah graciously and slowly. His presence was intimidating the lady, as he circled her, feeling just like his own prey without anywhere to go.
Maybe she did, but something inside of her was aching to remain right where she was standing, waiting for his next move. Jareth stopped right in front of Leah, standing face to face. He observed her from head to toe and she felt like he was eating her alive with his gaze at that moment.
"You're such a dirty girl," he teased. "And you have behaved badly, entering my throne room without permission."
"I- I didn't know it was your throne room, I'm sorry-"
Jareth interrupted her poor excuse and his hand moved steadily to her neck, applying a little of pressure around her delicate skin. He leaned down, almost touching her lips, feeling her pulse increasing.
"I wonder how you expected me to react," Jareth said darkly.
"I promise I won't do it again, just- can I leave?" Leah breathed out, her chest rising up and coming down due to her breathing and heartbeat increasing.
"I don't think I want to let you go tonight," he whispered and closed the gap between them, kissing her harshly. "You do think about me a lot at night," he said, remembering how she touched herself the past few days with him on his mind.
Jareth bit her bottom lip, searching for her tongue, and he savored the way she easily gave in, moaning against his mouth, letting the king lead the kiss they were now sharing. His hand slowly made its way to her neckline and breasts, feeling her hot skin with his fingertips. Jareth broke the kiss and whispered against her swollen lips.
"You will not escape from me, little dove, and that is an order."
Leah let a moan past her lips. Her mind was screaming for her to leave the room and run away, but her body was aching for him, for Jareth. For his touch. She desired to know what other things he could teach her, what other feelings and sensations her poor, inexperienced self would encounter. Her body was hurting by now; her body was yearning for him so deeply and she felt a pool starting to grow between her legs. And despite everything, she decided to stay. So she kissed him again, desperately, willing to obey his command.
As much as Jareth was enjoying the wet kiss they were sharing, he suddenly pulled away and walked upstairs, until he sat down carefully on the throne, looking at his prey from above. His pants were tight by now, his bulge prominent, aching to be freed. A smirk formed on his lips as Leah watched him with lustful eyes.
"What are you waiting for? Come here," he ordered harshly.
Leah followed his steps, climbing the stairs to stand in front of the Goblin king. Jareth took her hand, making her stand between his legs. The woman shivered with anticipation of what was going to happen and learned she loved the feeling of his skin on her own.
"On your knees."
Leah did as he ordered immediately, dropping her legs to the hard floor until she was facing his crotch. But her eyes never left his beautiful face. The king undid his own pants with fervor, releasing his hard cock, aching to be touched by the woman on his knees.
With a grin, Jareth read her naughty mind, realizing it was a mess and he, proudly, was the cause of that. Leah had nothing on her mind, but lust and longing for him. She felt strange sensations on her body and a weird feeling down her belly when he motioned her to come closer, breathing against his erection.
"I will guide you and you will do as I say, is that clear?"
She eagerly nodded, as submissive and innocent as she was.
"Suck."
He caressed her cheek with his hand, guiding his dick to her beautiful parted lips. She took his tip into her lips, tasting the salt on his sensitive skin. Leah started to give small licks on the tip and trace his veins with her tongue. She went slowly, making sure to keep the image of the powerful king shutting his eyes in pleasure as she went further with her lips parting around his cock and hollowing her cheeks.
Jareth's hand came around the nape of her neck, forcing her to take more of his cock inside her warm mouth. He guided her pace until she knew what he wanted from her. Leah continued, as he caressed her scalp and soft groans left his lips.
Jareth bucked his hips, just to tease, and he felt the back of her throat. She gagged a couple of times, and oh, how Jareth loved the sound of her choking with his dick repeatedly as he fucked her mouth so deliciously like he had dreamt of. He was close to the edge.
Her eyes began watering at the rapid pace he settled on her, taking him as deep as it was possible for her poor throat. The obscene sounds filled the throne room, Leah continuously gagged around his cock and low groans and moans escaped his mouth, until he finally felt the sweet release.
Leah felt him spill his seed inside her mouth, but she continued bobbing her head a couple of times, savoring the bitter taste of his release. Jareth pulled out of her mouth, groaning at the messy look in her eyes and saliva combined with his seed running down her chin. She looked even more exquisite like this.
The king leaned down, cleaning her bottom lip with his thumb and forcing the fluids into her mouth again.
"What a wonder you are," he praised.
She held back a moan, staring straight into his dark eyes. "Did I do well?"
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.
Today happens to be the day that I get to witness such a thing as I watch Jareth arrive back to the kingdom with an infant, no older than four months, wrapped in a soft pink blanket in his arms. Almost immediately, he carefully lays the baby in my arms before giving me an explanation and a kiss. "The sibling shouldn't be responsible for something that should have never happened, according to him," Jareth clarifies with a shake of his head before looking toward the never ending maze that is the labyrinth.
"Do you think he'll learn his lesson?" I ask him, cuddling the baby girl to me as she stares up at me with curious brown eyes, her hands reaching up to grasp something. How could someone wish away a baby so small? The poor thing barely knows how to cry, and even more so, the baby barely knows what it wants!
"Not even a small bit, my love," Jareth answers me, pressing another kiss to my cheek before walking toward his throne room, turning around to give me another smile. "Take care of her for the time being, but I know I shan't remind to do such a thing," he tells me, making me look at him with a questioning smile. "You're already doing so, wonderfully," he concludes before disappearing from my sight, his soft smile being the last thing my eyes catch just as he does so.
For most of the kids who arrive at the labyrinth with their siblings wished away, Jareth makes a deal with them in the labyrinth before sending them both home, a little more love now being shown to the person that was once wished away. However, for the rare cases like the one currently lying in my arms, Jareth doesn't usually cut deals with the sibling fighting for them, and instead, turns them into a goblin rather than the other party. For the teenage boy who's currently wandering around the labyrinth as if time were on his side, things aren't looking so good for him.
The baby is practically a newborn, and yet, her life doesn't seem all too important to her brother wandering through the endless maze. Jareth didn't seem to care much for the young man to begin with going by the fact he wished away someone important to him, but I can tell after our small conversation that Jareth really didn't like the boy. Typically, I'm the one to give everyone a second chance; however, this case makes me want to punish the boy myself.
It makes me sad looking down at the resting baby in my arms, her tiny hands still mindlessly reaching out to grasp at something while her mouth searches for something to suck on. If I held the ability to perform magic, I would make a pacifier for her, but unfortunately, I cannot. Instead, all I can do I let her hold one of my fingers in each of her soft, small hands while I cuddle her closer to me. The feeling of holding the baby is nice and... warm. It makes me never want to let her go - even though she's not even my own kin.
With the baby still in my arms, I wander through the kingdom and do small things as the calm, yet giggly infant finds interest in my sparkly gown. Her tiny hands pull at the unwavering jewels adorning the (f/c) material while I just smile and continue what I'm doing. She's strong for such a small infant.
Hours pass by and I'm still carrying the small child in my arms. Now, she has fallen asleep, and thankfully, she hasn't grown hungry. An infant this young needs milk from their mother, and because I am not this little girl's mother, I cannot provide that for her. Even though it shouldn't matter, it kind of makes me sad.
I'm not upset over the fact I cannot feed this child, no - I'm sad that I don't have any children to feed in general. I've always wanted to have kids, and nothing makes me happier than the thought of having a family with Jareth. However, we live in a place where children might not be the best idea. Plus, what if Jareth doesn't want any children?
Walking into Jareth's throne room, I sit next to him in my similar one and lean my head onto his shoulder as he turns to look down at me, a smile curling on his lips at the sight of the now sleeping infant. "Was she well behaved, my love?" He asks, reaching a hand across to brush against her tiny curls.
"She was," I answer him with a smile, feeling her try to nuzzle closer to me. Despite being wrapped in several linens, the blankets are thin, and the air in here is freezing. Chances are she's probably trying get warmth from me which isn't a problem.
"You know you're going to have to give her up soon, my love," Jareth points out, making me frown as I look over to the tall clock in the middle of the floor. By the looks of it, there is only a little less than an hour left of the thirteen hours originally given to the boy. Upon looking over at said boy, I find him sitting in the middle of the maze as he continually tosses a stone into the air before catching it.
"I think I've run out of sympathy for this one," Jareth explains, looking over at the youngling with me. With a shake of his head, Jareth lifts a finger toward the clock and tilts it, the longer hand sliding from eleven to thirteen within a matter of seconds. "Why don't you take the little one in your arms back to her home?" He suggests, kissing my cheek as he stands from his throne. "And I'll, unfortunately, take care of the other one."
With a sigh, I nod and stand as I watch a portal open in front of me, prompting me to step in and find the baby's room. The walls are an evening primrose tone while the wooden shelves fill with porcelain dolls. By the corner is a trunk of toys to play with when she gets older, and by the looks of it, she'll never get bored.
Curiosity getting the best of me, I step out of her room and into the hall where another door sits, open for everyone to see. It's obviously the boy's, and he has nothing to complain about. Everything in it is new, and none of it is old. Not to mention everything is clearly expensive. The boy probably never went without, and all the parents asked for was for him to watch his baby sister. Such a shame.
Walking back into the baby's room, I lay her down in her white wooden crib with a plush pink mattress and smile down at her as she giggles. "Goodbye, little one," I tell her, leaning over to press a small kiss to her soft forehead. "Live a long and happy life, and cherish everything."
With that, I walk back to the still open portal and step through with my gown flowing behind me. Walking closer to the center of the castle, I ignore the pang in my heart as I wander back into the labyrinth's kingdom and sit at my throne beside Jareth's. Resting my head on my hand, I wait patiently for him to return while thoughts begin to fill my brain.
I've always wanted a family. The idea of little ones running around the kingdom concerns me a little, but I'm sure things around here can be fixed. Nonetheless, the idea of having children that resemble both me and Jareth excites me, but it scares me at the same time.
Does Jareth ever wonder these same things? Yes, he may be my husband, but I don't know if he ever thinks about the same things I do. Would he mind having a family with me? Or would it put a burden on him?
The sight of Jareth stepping into the castle brings me out of my thinking and over to him as he makes his way to his throne, immediately sitting down in it before grasping my hand and sighing. Turning his head toward me, he smiles. "Do you remember taking care of me when I was stuck in my owl formation in your realm?" He questions me, slightly confusing me.
With a questioning stare, I smile up at him. "Of course I do," I answer him, feeling his hand tug me over to him with a gentle pull. Getting the message, I stand from my throne and sit down on Jareth's lap, his arms instantly wrapping around me and pulling me close once he gets the chance. It's what lead me to him in the first place. An injured owl hooting for help in my backyard - how could I not help it?
A few weeks of taking care of the owl passed before it was healthy and able to fly... only to turn into a sparkly man before my very eyes. It was shocking, of course - who else has seen an owl transform into a human? Better yet, who else goes on to fall in love with and travel to a completely different realm to be with that same man?
"You were so gentle and careful with me, and loving," Jareth goes on, his arms around me never faltering in their hold. "Furthermore, you never got frustrated with me, nor did you cause me any pain - even when you didn't mean to, you still did not hurt me, my love," leaning in, he presses his lips against my temple, leaving them there for a few seconds before speaking up. "If we were to have children, I know you would be the same way."
Practically snapping my head toward him, I stare at him with slightly widened eyes as my mouth parts in a small gasp. How did he know I was thinking of such a thing? I didn't say anything about it! I never even mentioned it!
"Your thoughts, my dear," Jareth interrupts me from my thinking, smirking. "They're connected to mine, in a way," He reveals, causing me to blush. Not that I have anything to hide, but the idea that the man I love knows what I'm always thinking about is kind of... embarrassing.
"And besides," Jareth resumes, pushing my hair from my face with a gentle hand. "Ever since I met you," He continues on, his voice is low and languid as he leans closer to brush his lips against my neck. "Not once did the thought never cross my mind, 'this is the goddess that I want to bear my children.'"
With his confession, my eyes widen, only to close moments later as Jareth's lips come into contact with skin of my neck, my mouth slightly agape as a silent moan escapes my mouth. This is all so... shocking. The fact that Jareth feels the same way I do about children is fantastic, but its also so... inviting.
"Jareth," I practically groan his name, placing a hand atop his wild hair. "Are you... are you sure about this?"
My question causes Jareth to pause on his attack on my neck, and instead, he moves to face me, his eyes aligned with mine. "I have never been more sure about anything in my entire existence, my queen," He answers me, his crystal blue eyes never leaving mine. "To watch your belly grow with our child - a true, physical representation of our love - makes me want nothing more in life," As he says these things, a delicate hand soon lays itself against my stomach, resting there with pure serenity and gentleness. "After all, you said it yourself,"
Leaning in closer to my lips, I feel Jareth hold my waist close to him as I subconsciously reach my other hand up to lay around his neck. "Nothing makes me happier than the thought of having a family," He quotes one of my earlier thoughts word-for-word, smiling. "And as it is for you, and only you, it is for me, my love."
Finished speaking, Jareth finally connects our lips together in a sweet and meaningful kiss, happy tears finding their way to my eyes as we do so. Nothing could make me happier than this exact moment, but in the future, that might change - and hopefully, it does.
Requested: by @rjprofessorlupin Hello dear, can I make a Jareth headcannon request? Maybe where he’s very jealous of the reader and another guy? Thank you 💕
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Author’s Note: I hope you like this darling! It isn’t my best work lol but it is written
-Jareth didn’t have many reasons to get jealous because he was the only other human in the labyrinth
-there was no one else to be jealous of
-of course, it was in his nature though and he found himself getting pretty annoyed when you spend too much time in one section of the labyrinth
-with one animal or a different creature
-but he was pretty good at not letting it show and you rarely ever saw him get worried or nervous or angry about that kind of thing
-however, there were times when you wanted to go back to your own land
-which was rare, but it did happen
-you would go out there and then there were all of these other people
-you were pretty and smart and funny and he knew that any other person would be very lucky to have you
-which worried him
-he would come to you in different forms back in your land, often spying on you
-when you found out about that you promptly put a foot down to stop that but every once in a while he had to peak
-and there were people who wanted to be with you, unsurprisingly
-he swooped in there SO QUICK
-the guy was amazed first off, that some guy with big hair, glitter and tights had come to challenge him
-and also that the same guy definitely was scary
-you had to shoo him away and there were a lot of talks that you were back on your home plane because you missed your family, he didn’t have to worry about you falling in love with anyone else
-his ego is decently big so he kind of took that because who else would be as amazing as him?
-but sometimes he still wondered
-although you always stuck to your word, so he didn’t have to worry that much
-you did kinda tease him about it sometimes though
Summary: Jareth uses a disguise to lurk around you before the Labyrinth like he did with Sarah, as an owl. Until you accidentally wish away your dog.
Warnings:mentions of tight pants. Mentions of feeling lonely.First smut...you’ve been warned, well just oral, and a handjob.
Word count:4325
A/n: low-key based in my home country, ah yes England.
Y/d/n=your dogs name, or change it to cat or fake pet.
Though you weren't 16, like Sarah, being an adult, Jareth felt pulled to you. No, he was not a pervert, times were different. Maybe it was your love of your dog, maybe it's how lonesome you felt, that dog unknowingly brought hope into your life. Yes you did love your family, but sometimes you just got lonely.
Maybe it was your love of films, you could watch your favourite film a million times, yet feel so invested into watching it again. Maybe it was your stack of books, some you already had ,which were your favourite,but had gotten pocket editions or ones with different covers.
How Jareth had found you, well that was a different question, not him dressing down , changing his hair to place the labyrinth in difference book stores , illegally. Yes, that was how he had found you,when he had done that. Soon he had figured out, you regularly went to the book store, after following you home in his owl form.
This particular day had been most stressful, though the rain was calming, being drenched to the point your underwear were soaked, not like that. Frozen, you just wanted to get to Waterstones before they shut, practically running. Not only wanting to get there but also get home quick too.
Rushing into the store , the door closing behind you, the warm air embracing your freezing body, you just hoped you wouldn't get in trouble for being soaked in here. It wasn't like you were going to wipe your clothes on all the books , ruining them.
Then, of course more problems occurred; you could not for the life of you find a book you desired. Sighing , you pushed your dripping hair from your face, you could only imagine how bad you looked in that moment.
Yet, you had continued your search, with no luck until a man had cleared his throat from next to you.
His hair clearly blond from his roots, the rest a light red colour almost ginger but not. His eyes bright blue, yet it seemed like he had heterochromia, aswell as larger pupil in his left eye. His cheekbones highly defined, his body skinny, overall the man was very handsome.
Turning to face the man, highly embarrassed by your state. "If you don't mind-" this is when you thought you was going to be asked to leave, your stomach dropped. "-hearing my suggestion." Okay, that still found like he was going to ask you to leave, but his voice wasn't aggressive. "...okay?" You weren't sure what to say, only letting out a quiet word.
The man had reached up to the shelf above you , pulling down a small red book, so he wasn't kicking you out. His pale hand gently holding the book in front of you, 'The labyrinth.' You had taken the book from him, to look for a summary , yet there wasn't one, nor a publisher or an author name.
"You take that home,on me, if you don't like bring it back."
"W-wait, you d-" You didn't know this man, you felt guilty getting it for nothing, but he had interrupted you. "You've had a long day,clearly, now go get home,y/n" The man simply placed his hands on his hips waiting, his words followed out like water, turning to go do whatever he was doing.
"W-wait." He had spun around , his eyes looked at you in slight annoyance, hurrying you up. "What's your name?"
"Ziggy." You had looked at you watch at the same time, before looking back at the man- but he was gone. Thus, you left. Hold on , how did he know your name?
Not spotting the owl, that stood on the lamp post watching you...
You had begun reading the book , as soon as you had gotten out of your soaking clothes , into warm ones. You wondered how Jareth could like a girl with no sense, no you didn't , you thought why she wearing her baby brother hat.
Yet, your dog would not allow you to sit in peace, shoving their toy under the cupboard making you get up and get it otherwise they wouldn't stop crying, or eating all their food and scratching for more. Then, they had knocked your drink everywhere with their toy.
Groaning in annoyance , for the hundredth time. "You know if the Goblin king was real, y/d/n, I'd wish for him to take you for a time out." Of course you handed read that far you didn't know what would really happen to him..
"You know what, I'll just say it, just in case. I wish the goblins would take you away, right now." A crack of thunder had made you jump out of your skin turning towards it , before turning back hearing scratching on the floor, to see nothing, by this time it's pitch black, only light from a small lamp is seen , your dog is gone.
Suddenly the door crashes open, an owl flies in , before turning into a man. Not that you could see him much. "Uhm, I mean thanks for taking my dog for a time out , but uh thats dognapping, so.." He had only laughed loudly.
From what you you could see his hair was a huge blond mullet, there was glitter everywhere, and those pants...
"What's said is said."
"What the bloody hell does that mean?" That wasn't legal, he had broken into your home and stole your dog.
"I have brought you a gift, it's a crystal, nothing more. but if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. but this is not a gift for an ordinary girl who takes care of the dog.....do you want it? then forget the dog." You had scoffed at him, you could go ebay and get a crystal ball, who was this wannabe Gandalf?
"Sorry, no, I would like my dog." The king, looked disappointed with your answer, did he believe that would really work?
"don't defy me." His voice stern , as he threw a snake at you , but completely missed, coughing out a small laugh, as the man pretended it never happened.
"Y-you're no match for me."
"Stop with all the talk, how can I get y/d/n back?" With that , he had gestured you to come to the window, a huge maze could be seen, well labyrinth, instead of the dark sky. Turning back to Jareth, you realised you were no longer in your room, but outside the labyrinth.
"So, how does this work?" You could clearly see the man now, known as Jareth , the Goblin king, his eyes seemed very familiar, left pupil bigger than the right. He had pointed to a 13 hours clock, that had appeared.
"You have 13 hours in which to solve the labyrinth , and reach my castle, before your dog becomes one of us forever, such a pity." And boom he was a gone, not much to work from.
Now finding away into the labyrinth, indeed that seemed easy, of course it wasn't, no entrances , you thought of the only thing you could do... Climb the wall. By the time you had gotten over , there stood Jareth in the tight pants.
"You know, there was a door. This shall be your only warning." Poof he was gone again, if you continued climbing walls maybe you'd have to compliment his pants. Next time put a bloody door.
Though you had no idea what in gods earth you was doing, you just decided to head straight forward as you could, thus to get to the castle quicker. Not going one away and ending going through the side door out of the labyrinth.
As you could expect, Jareth was not very happy that you were travelling through his labyrinth, like it was your house. In fact, he was angered, so much , that he wanted to pick you up, as if you were a rag doll and dump you to the start. Then again, you’d just go twice as fast through.
So, there sat Jareth on his throne, with your dog upon his lap, his little whip thing in hand. Suit up Jareth, your not Indiana Jones. Staring into the crystal ball, unable to think.
The fact you had gotten passed the sausage dogs without a second thought pushed Jareth over the edge... He had attempted to jump scare you, but of course it had went south. Jareth rarely had anyone not beat the Labyrinth, and honestly you’d think he would’ve improved it.
Jareth hadn’t spoken in your presence, to inform you that he was there, instead he had placed a hand onto your shoulder. What he was not expecting was you to turn around at sonic speed, punching him square in the face.
Stumbling back, him his boots, holding his now bloody nose, he had let out a yelp in surprise. He did not expect that, not at all.
You had reached some sort of lake, with a path down to a small house, when you had punched Jareth anyways.
After you had seen that it was Jareth that you had punched, who else would it be, guilty travelled up your body suffocating you. Almost instantly you had rushed to Jareth, ripping part of the end of your t-shirt, bringing the fabric to his nose. Pulling his bloody hand from his nose, with a harsh grip, since he lead stiff.
Your face was sweating, not only were you scared that he might kill you, but also you had felt bad for him, after the numerous times he had checked up on you. You wondered if he ever spoke to anyone other than the Goblins, you wondered if he could even leave this place without being wished.
Gripping his sharp jaw to move his face, allowing you to make get a better look at the bleeding, keeping the fabric to his nose, soaking all the blood up. You didn’t even know Faes bled.
“J-Jareth, I’m so sorry! You made me jump, I swear I didn’t do it on purp-“ Jareth liked the contact, the anger he felt before had slipped away, your soft fingers upon his skin, your favourite t-shirt now ruined as you had sacrificed it for his nose. Oh, and he knew that was your favourite shirt.
Your pleading e/c eyes staring into his mismatched ones, made both of your hearts beat fast than moments before. It almost made him forget why you were here; but when he did remember his eyes returned harsh. You only felt bad because you were frightened, he knew you’d leave him soon as you had beaten his labyrinth.
Oh how wrong he was.
Pulling away rudely, using his magic to pull a clock out of no where, using his gloved had to skip it forward three hours, smirking. Fake smirking, the quicker this ends the better, he could not bare to fall in love with a silly human girl again, just to be rejected.
Your eyes widened in confusion, your torn end of your t-shirt still in your hand, bloodied. “W-what?” 6 hours left.
Poof Jareth was gone yet again, oh and how he had some plans for you. Stood in brief shock of what had just occurred, trying to forget the tingles that had erupted down your hand, throughout your whole body, like electric shocks. Shaking it off, like you were about to warm up for pe , just like high school. Ew.
You had continued down the path, to the small house, and within minutes you had reached it. Didn’t seem like there was away around, only way was through.
Thankfully, it was unlocked, allowing you straight in. Only for it to slam close behind you, you didn’t think of anything of it, all you could think about in this moment was how your stomach was growling loudly.
The rag now placed into your back pocket, as you searched the tiny kitchen for anything, coming across an overly large strawberry, you didn’t even think before you had devoured it.
In that moment you heard it the door clicked, you had rushed to it testing it, locked, of course. Your feet now suddenly soaking wet , gulping you had looked down the floor covered in soapy water, rising dangerously. Surely he would not kill you?
All the windows now sealed shut, no upstairs , only the chimney , thankfully wide as. You did the only thing you could, your stomach turning, feeling light headed, the water reaching your knees.
You got in it, but the walls were too slippery so you held your breath just as the water got above your shoulders. Swimming up the chimney with the water, not full breast stroke of course, no room for that. The water pressure building at such a speed you ended up flying out the end of the chimney, no idea how that was even possible.
Then everything went black, soon entering a dream world...well no it wasn’t a dream. Now dressed in gown, at a ball, a masquerade, the room almost packed with guests with goblin like masks., all wearing big expensive gowns, or suite like attire. Loud laughter dimmed out by the loud gently music.. what.
Turning every which way, you felt like you were looking for something, just you could not recall what. A skinny man, with a bo dazzled suite, a long blond mullet with stripes of blue to match his suite, a diamond at his next instead of a tie or bow, frilly shirt. He held a similar goblin mask, only when you caught his eye he had pulled it away.
Only you and him without masks, his eyebrows with no ends, h-his strangely familiar eyes , his thin lips, you felt a strong pull towards him.
“There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed
Within your eyes
I'll place the sky.”
All you could do is stare at him, as the song began, mouth gapped at him, your dress that before felt heavy no felt like nothing, as he began walking towards you, through the people.
“Within your eyes
There's such a fooled heart
Beatin' so fast”
Trying to get passed the strange people, to get him, he simply danced with other people that already had partners, I mean, like pressed up against the partners.
“In search of new dreams
A love that will last
Within your heart
I'll place the moon
Within your heart
As the pain sweeps through.” He didn’t even try to get to you as you chased after him, these strange people suffocating you, getting in your way on purpose.
“Makes no sense for you
Every thrill is gone.” Then he was gone, your eyes searched the room, not seeing him hidden behind a fan behind you, continued your search. As he smirked behind you, oh how he couldn’t stop feeling the way he did about you, he thought it was funny how now you chased him instead of the other way around.
“Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you-ou-ou
As the world falls down.” He had continued making his way through the people, in direct view , as you searched still.
“Falling
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling in love.” Squeezing through the people, feeling panicked, you had no idea what was happening, nor why you felt like this for a strange man, shoving pushed the people that circled you.
“I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now.” You had found him, as a fan moved, he stood sandwiched by two woman.
“We're choosing the path
Between the stars
I'll leave my love
Between the stars” Only then did he come towards you,his face should no emotion, you wondered how you had gotten here. Now with a mans hand out waist and the other in his hand as you danced.
“As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn't too much fun at all.” You couldn’t remember knowing how to dance, but you and Jareth done turns in sync with all the other dancers, staring deeply into his mismatched pupils.
“But I'll be there for you-ou-ou
As the world falls down
Falling” Jareth-how did you now know his name, now singing along, wow self loving much , who plays their own music. He had every right. Only then, did you feel yourself leaning to his lips.
“As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
As the world falls down.”
Jareth had noticed, leaning towards you as well, you felt your lips connect to his soft ones, as your eyes closed. That’s all it took for your remove your hands from his shoulder and hand bringing them up into his blond hair. Pulling his face towards yours, not allowing yourself to disconnect from him, you both had stopped dance at this point.
His arms now around your waist pulling you both closer together again, one of your hand now cupping his cheek, as you both kissed. Pulling away for a second to breathe, before pressing your lips against his again harshly this time, biting his lip hard, he had almost jumped, letting out a yelp, only then were you able insert your tongue into his mouth.
You both had long forgotten the people that surrounded you both. Jareths grip now tightened, your tongue fighting against his. Only until he had pulled your hair, pulling you from him lips, your eyes slammed shut, your hands now against his clothed chest, as he pressed kisses down your bare neck. A small moan had escaped your mouth, your hand travelling down to his pants. “Can I?” Jareth had looked into your eyes, his other pupil now almost reaching the same size as his other, nodding.
You hand cupping, his manhood, his pulse heightened under your touch, Jareth had groaned loudly, his bulging member against your palm, as Jareths hips had pushed against your hand for friction. Jareth now sucking harshly at your neck, rubbing your hand against him.
You had forgotten about the room full off people;but Jareth had definitely not, he did not want to take you in front of them, at this moment he didn’t care, he had not had pleasure in a very long time. Leaving your neck, Jareth had joined your lips again, biting your already swollen bottom lips, returning to sloppy small kisses, you had wished that Jareth had picked a less poofy dress.
Your hands leaving Jareths body, he had let out a small sigh, he had thought you had remembered, especially when you began to lift the bottom the dress. Only then did you notice the people, wide eye, but they were still dancing, even if they were looking, Jareth touch was intoxicating.
Your calf’s now on show, almost touching Jareth again, how starred down at you confused, as you looked up at him with a small grin, lifting your leg up and over hip. Instantly he had gripped the soft skin under your thigh, your dress now bunched up to your waist, as you wrapped your arms around Jareths neck.
Pressing your clothes core against, his bulging, your core soaking through, jumping up, so that both of your legs were now wrapped tightly against Jareth. Your lips on his, his hands travelling up your legs slowly, all the way to your waist again, wet kisses as your hips began to rock against Jareths stone member. Your stomach turning into knots against him.
Your clit pulsating against him, undoubtedly he could feel it too, your speed quickly increase, pushed Jareth over the edge with a loud groan, you were pressed against the stone floor. Still, you grinned harshly against him, his hands now either side of your head, his only your upper back against the floor.
Looking into his hungry eyes, pleading for him to do something, stopping your hip movements . “J-Jareth, a-are you sure we should do this here? W-with these people?” Jareth had only smirked at you lowering himself to your ear level. “Love, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed about, plus they can only see when I want them too, understand?” Whispering into your ear, that must be why they didn’t even look your way.
“Now, I must ask, do you want this? Definitely?” His face not inches from yours, his eyes searched yours. “Yes, please.” With that Jareth had unwrapped your legs from him, tearing the bottom of the dress, he was a very skinny man, it was a shame ‘twas a lovely dress. Only your underwear covered you bottom half now, your heels now discarded.
Snapping your legs closed in embarrassment, Jareth had lifted your leg by your calf pressed gently pecks all the way up, till he got your thigh, his eyes meeting yours as you sat up on your elbows, you had nodded at him, anyone would’ve been nervous, especially a virgin.
His lips now reattached to your soft skin on your thigh, gently he had pulled your legs apart , your heat had already been dripping from just kissing, but now it was a river. A snap of his fingers and your underwear were gone.
Jareths face now dangerously close, your whole lower parts on show to him, he had grinned up at you, his hot breath on your most sensitive area, sent chills through your core... literally. Jareth had groaned just feeling your thighs shake in his hands, his erection now painfully restricted.
With that he had slid his tongue up your folds one, letting out a gasp, you hadn’t been touched like this ever. He had brought a single figure to plunge into you, swirling it around you for only a second, his other hand now holding your stomach down, from your squirming underneath him. Removing the finger, his eyes locked onto your as he slipped it into his mouth, sucking on it, before pulling his finger out of his mouth with a pop.
His face satisfied with you, whimpering , he had barely touched you, yet you were pooling already, orgasm almost there, “please...” Parting your folds, he had slowly removed eye contact, his tongue now licking you like an icecream cone, your nerves on overdrive, he had plunged his tongue into you, his hand back on your thighs, squeezing as he swirled around in you. Your legs clenching on his head, grinding into his face.
“Jareth!” Considering you were quite shy, with men anyways, the moan of his name, caused Jareth to tighten his grip, tongue from your opening, he rolled your clit gently between his teeth, you hand cried out, your legs thrown over his shoulders, you could feel your orgasm coming. Pulling tightly at his long hair for more, a loud growl had erupted from his mouth, travelling through you, your stomach tightening.
So close to satisfaction, “J-Jareth..” His tongue had attached back onto your clit, bringing his fingers close to you, one of your legs still on his shoulder, the other leg, he had placed against the stone floor, spreading your legs widely, so that he could insert his finger into you. Your back now curved from the floor, adding two more fingers into your wet opening.
Sweat upon your face, like drops of rain water, allowing you a moment to adjust, Jareth had began to his fingers into you, his mouth detached, faster, and faster by the second. Spreading his fingers in you, you couldn’t hang on any longer. Your legs now shaking like hurricane, Jareth knew you was close, your head thrown back, as you finally met your orgasm.
Removing his fingers, as the please hit you like wrecking ball, throughout our lower half, you had let out a loud moan of pleasure. Your hips finally buckled , riding your orgasm in Jareths face. Panting heavily, Jareth had looking up , wiping the remaining of your juices on his palm.
“J-Jareth?” He now laid next to you, how was he still fully clothed? He had hummed in response. “C-can we just start with that for now,” You were worried, that he’d get angry, but instead he had just looked at you with a gently smile. “Of course, love.” Then you noticed, his painfully erected member, bringing your hand to his bulge rubbing him again, groaning in surprise.
“I-I’ve never done anything like this.” Jareth only nodded, as you stroked him through his pants, he wasn’t going to take your virginity not like this. He was a good man- fae sorry, he took all those children from people that didn’t want them. Shouldn’t be thinking about this right now.
Slipping you hand into Jareths pants, you stroked him harshly, rubbing the his tip gently with your thumb when you reached it, before repeating the cycle. Jareths lips upon yours , you could still taste yourself on him. Quickening your pace, soon enough his he had bitten down roughly onto your lip, as he came.
Yet again, you were both laying on the floor, laying your shoulders on his arm, that wrapped around you laying in his chest.
“Can I have my dog back? I mean- if you let me go back, you could come too, o-only if you want to anyways?” You had stuttered out your words , causing Jareth to laugh at you, he had a feeling you still remembered.
Jareth loves to cuddle at first it shocked you but after a short while you grew to love it he’d sit there with you all day if he pleased with you in his arms although his favourite thing to do is hug you from behind, he’s a bit of a prankster at heart and enjoys making you jump although if he senses you didn’t like it he’d stop
He’d walk up to you no matter what you’re doing and wrap his arms around your waist and lift you up gently setting you down to face him, you love it you have to place a sweet kiss upon his lips
His hair is amazing he knows you like his hair sometimes at night you’ll subconsciously fiddle with the ends. Jareth enjoys it after a long day surrounded by goblins the painless tugging he finds endearing and very cute he waits until you’re asleep and runs his fingers through your hair lthough sometimes you’re not actually asleep
He’d know everything your dreams, fears, aspirations, insecurities, emotions it’s a good way for him to tease you about a song preference or shower you with compliments you try and depict what he’s thinking it’s really cute to watch honestly he loves you so much
Jareth isn’t over the top with love but he definitely has some nicknames for you a few of his favourites being Starlight, My Queen, Love and he often refers to you as his if you ever meet with people at balls or events he wants everyone to know that you’re his
No one is allowed to touch you but him he gets quite possessive over you but deep down the possessiveness comes from his greatest fear of loosing you he’s scared one day he’ll mistreat you and you’ll find someone else or you’ll just walk out on him you’d never even dream of it but once Jareth is attached to something he doesn’t want to let it go
He’s actually very romantic, he’ll leave roses by your bedside, gifts around his castle in only places you know about, take you on lavish dates, ballroom dance around the halls and sing for you at night time he’d move the stars for no one but you, you were his special exception
He’s a sweet kisser he’ll start by cupping your face and tilting his head sideways capturing your lips with his he never fails to leave you breathless and overwhelmed with love. Sometimes he can be rough usually after a long day or when he’s in a bad mood it’s all demanding and rough, naturally Jareth is dominant but it definitely shows in these moments
Arguing with each other is never pretty it happens rarely as you love one another so much. You can get pretty steamy and angry which fuels Jareth’s frustration more and more until he reaches breaking point which is pretty nasty he can and will shout at you and say some harsh things but he’s never dug up things he knows you’re insecure or still upset over
It usually doesn’t last long and you’re both forgiving of one another ending with Jareth popping up in a spark of glitter holding you to his chest and muttering apologies or you walk up to him in his throne room and announce that you’re sorry you both end up in a long sweet kiss and the argument is pretty much forgotten
Jareth can get you your own throne just like that if he wanted to but there’s one problem, he loves having you sit on his lap as he’s sat upon his throne with you secure in his arms the whole time you’ve never once needed a throne of your own
If Jareth wants your attention he won’t stop until he has it his favourite thing to do is pull you towards him using his magic right into his arms where he’ll hold you against your best attempts to break free once you’ve accepted that you’re not moving for a while he’ll place a kiss to your lips charming his way out of you being annoyed at him making you ultimately forget what he’s done
He’s actually very strong he can pick you up with such ease it makes him worry for your weight no matter how much you weigh you feel feather light to him but it’s a bonus since he can carry you out of masquerades if your feet hurt from dancing and did he mention you’re only allowed to dance with him you’re never seen apart in events
He can see if you’re safe through his crystals often he finds you being friendly to goblins in the market of his labyrinth occasionally he’ll change it a bit watching you get lost to swoop in and save you planning a route to show you the most beautiful parts of his creation because he does like to show off to you
