#Jareth imagines

[anundyingfidelity]

MEMORIES LOST — Jareth x ofc/fem reader. Ch. 3.

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.

Chapter 1. | Chapter 2. |Chapter 3.

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?"

"Yeah, and you're going to do better."

[hotpinkboots]

(I know it's called a "crop" or whatever but I call it a "switch" so 🤭🤭🤭)

You were on your knees before the Goblin King.

He tilted his head, a cheeky smirk on his face. Jareth kneeled down on one knee to get on your level. "Oh, how darling you look," he taunted. He always taunted you- lovingly, of course, Jareth wouldn't ever be anything but adoring towards you, albeit his teasing. Giving a playful jab was one of his many ways of showing his fondness (infatuation) with you.

His elbow rested atop his knee, and he leaned in, his lips about an inch and a half from yours. Jareth brought his switch to your right cheek, slowly turning your head away as though getting a good look at you. The switch grazed down your cheek and pressed on the soft underside of your chin, lifting your head to look him in the eyes.

"What a stunning creature you are."

[lonesomedreamer]

LEONARD NIMOY as Lestat de Lioncourt

Paramount acquired the film rights to Anne Rice’s debut novel Interview with the Vampire in 1976. Leonard Nimoy was lobbying to be cast as the story’s charismatic antagonist, Lestat, by the following year. He told the New York Times that he “could create interest” in the film and that “I want that role. I am right for that vampire.” Nimoy went on to star in a Paramount production shortly afterwards when he brought his iconic character Spock back to the screen in Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979). An Interview with the Vampire adaptation, meanwhile, wouldn’t arrive in theatres until 1994. (source)

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: Jareth jumpscares the reader a bit, Hoggle is a bit crass, reader kind of throws themself at Jareth, a few double intendres but they are mentioned in the movie so idk

AN: Happy Valentine's Day! My annual Labyrinth story is here!

"Run the labyrinth he said. 13 hours he said." I muttered to myself as I trudged along through the Goblin City. So far, none of the goblins had come after us. Hoggle trailed behind me, rubbing his hands. I still held his precious jewels but I doubt he cared about them anymore. "What are you muttering about back there Hoggle?" I looked over my shoulder at him, fed up with the noise he was making. Not knowing if the rest of the goblins would jump out because of it had set me on edge.

"What are you going to do if you get to the castle?" He finally asked. I shrugged. "I mean you're leaving right?" I nodded as he sped up to walk alongside me. "But I thought you wanted to do Jareth." I stumbled and Hoggle looked at me, hands out to try to catch me.

"What?!" I exclaimed. Hoggle was wringing his hands again. "Who said anything about me wanting to do Jareth?"

"I just thought..." He trailed off. "The way the two of you interact with each other..." I sighed and gazed up at the castle.

"Hoggle, it wouldn't work. He belongs here in the Goblin City. I have to go back. I should never have said that to my friend." I shook my head, clearing it and banishing all thoughts of the Goblin King out of my head.

"He will probably offer you a way to stay..." Hoggle murmured. "If he did, would you take it?" I shrugged.

"As long as my friend was safe and I wouldn't get turned into a goblin, maybe." My mind was racing. If I could stay, would I? Would I want to be bound to the Goblin King forever? Did I really want to stay? Shaking my head again, I focused on the task at hand. We were at the steps of the castle. "Hoggle, whatever comes next, I have to do it myself right?" He nodded. "Here. Thank you for coming with me." I tossed his jewels back to him.

"You didn't have to do that." He said in surprise. Smiling sadly at him, I started to climb the stairs. I looked back only once to see Hoggle wave at me before turning around and disappearing into the city. Climbing the stairs, I pushed the doors open and entered the empty throne room. Looking around, I saw the clock. Sighing in relief, I looked around for the doorway I knew to be there. There were three doorways behind the throne. Looking from one to the other, I started to worry. I still had time if I took the wrong door but I would have to find my way back to this room if I wanted to preserve that time.

"Think (Y/N). Think." I circled around the throne and stared at the doors. "Which one did Sarah take. Which one leads to the David Bowie impersonator." I closed my eyes and tried to visualize the scene from the movie. "She comes in and it's..." I turned slightly and opened my eyes. The doorway matched what I remembered from the film. "There." Running through, I took in the new maze. Smiling to myself, I walked to the edge and looked out of the staircase world.

"(Y/N)!" My friend called out for me. I waved down to them and took a deep breath, preparing to jump down the center.

"Expecting a song?" The voice made me jump and I turned around, putting some distance between myself and the edge. Jareth was leaning against the wall, playing with a crystal. "You won't get one." I smiled softly at him and shook my head.

"Didn't think I would." I looked over my shoulder and took a step back. I looked back at Jareth as he pushed off the wall. "Besides, you wouldn't get into it too much. I know what to do." He smirked and walked right up to me. We were standing nose to nose when he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Then do it." He whispered before giving me a gentle push. I stepped off at the same time and fell. A new platform materialized under me and I landed carefully, my friend having disappeared again. Jareth entered from a new doorway. "I assume you know what's coming." I nodded and Jareth rolled his eyes. "Then formalities and such." He waved his hand and I tried to stifle my laugh. It brought a smile to his face. "(Y/N)," my breath hitched as he said my name. Maybe Hoggle was right. "beware. I have been generous, up until now and I can be cruel."

"Generous?" I tried to fight the smile that was growing. "What have you done that's generous?" Jareth smirked at me, clearly seeing how amusing I found all of this.

"Everything." There was something about his tone that made me question all of my life's choices until that point. "Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that your friend be taken. I took them. You cowered before me. I was frightening. I have reordered time, I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you. I'm exhausted from living up to your expectations of me." He circled me. All I could do was watch him. Doubt was growing in me. Doubt that I could say the words. Doubt that going back was what I really wanted. Doubt that I could leave him behind. Doubt I could forget about him. "Isn't that generous?" His gaze softened as he came to a stop in front of me.

"I-I..." I looked around him, desperate not to look him in the eye. "Through dangers untold..." I fought to find something in me that wanted to go back. Something to focus on so I didn't have to make that choice while looking at him. "Dangers untold and hardships...." Jareth watched me, regarding me kindly and curiously. When it was clear I wasn't going to recite my part, he took control.

"Stop. Wait." He held up a crystal, taking a step closer to me. "Look (Y/N). Look at what I'm offering you." His voice had taken on a soft quality. When he didn't continue, I looked away from the crystal, meeting his eyes.

"My dreams." I whispered out. He shook his head but gave me a chance to continue. But I didn't take it.

"I ask for so little." Jareth took another step towards me. "Just let me rule you and you can have everything that you want." He had lowered the crystal, nearly letting it drop as his other hand reached out and gently took mine. His thumb ran over my knuckles, waiting for me to make a decision. I shook my head, the thoughts running rampant as I tried to find any reason to go. "Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." Jareth whispered, gently pulling me closer to him. "The choice is yours. I've done all I must." Slowly reaching up, I cupped his cheek.

"My friend will return?" He nodded, gently leaning into my touch. "And I won't become a goblin?" He shook his head with an amused smile.

"Where would you get an idea like that?" He chuckled. "Your friend will return to your world. If you choose to stay, you will remain as you are. With me. If that is what you so choose." Jareth watched me carefully. Letting go of his hand, I reached out for the crystal. "You need to be sure." He warned. I nodded.

"I'm sure." I touched the crystal just as Jareth leaned forward and kissed me. The world around us shimmered as we were returned to the throne room. Jareth pulled away, smiling softly at me. I looked around the room, surprised by the subtle use of magic. A second throne had appeared next to the first.

"For you." He whispered as he watched me take my seat.

[fanfiction101]

I'm so happy that you write for jareth <3

Can I request head canons for being his "queen"? What would marriage with him be like and what would Jareth behave like? Fem reader , they met and married after Sarah left him;

💐anon

Oh my goshhh yesss.

Some Jareth Head Cannons~ Marriage Edition

So I feel like we should start how you guys met after Sarah left in the universe of this Tumblr post. So after Sarah left, Jareth was kind of depressed, like he wouldn't leave the castle or anything. A couple years ago by and he just tried to convince himself that he should just accept that he wasn't going to fall in love again. So for the first time in years he goes outside to touch some grass. He has these wonderful gardens that were maintained by humans that had grown from the babies he had taken away over the years. As he walked through these gardens he heard two humans talking. From a far he saw a man and a young woman. The man looked quite older than the girl who looked to be about 19 years of age. Immediately he was struck by the girl's beauty. She wore a simple brown dress with belt that seemed to hold a small bag. Jareth goes towards towards the people and the old man immediately bows and says "Your Majesty." But the girl dared to make eye contact and if it were anyone else Jareth would take it as disrespectful but couldn't bring himself to be angry. The old man sort of coughed and said, "Please excuse her for not knowing about respect your Majesty. This is my daughter, Y/n." And from that point on, Y/n and Jareth just happened to meet in a rose garden with a bench "on accident." They would talk for a couple weeks in that garden until Jareth started inviting her to dinners and finally to a ball, where he proposed in that same garden. And of course Y/n said yes. -------------------

The wedding was definitely going to be extravagant and Jareth would want everything down to the details of the flower petals to be perfect for you. The goblins in the castle would be more busy than before with Jareth giving them never ending tasks related to the wedding whether that was to invite guests or to decorate the streets and castle or to get your outfits ready. He would ask for your input on everything from the flower arrangements to the cake designs to how the streets of the city were decorated. The whole event started in the afternoon on a warm day but the party lasted until 3 in the morning with drunk party guests in their rooms passed out or goblins and maybe some humans passed out in the streets. But the night of the wedding was truly something you wouldn't forget. --------------------

So from here on are just some things he would do as a husband

He would love to have a family if you wanted one. Like the man loves kids and I can see him being like the dad that teaches his kids their powers at a young age or throws massive birthday parties for his children.

So Jareth isn't going to call you hot or cute. I'm talking stunning, beautiful, lovely, immaculate, gorgeous, sexy, shit with syllables.

Pet names for you- my dear, darling, love, my queen, my world

He loves seeing you in charge and acting like a queen about anything. When y'all get married he support you in whatever as long as you aren't like setting the kingdom on fair or doing anything really stupid. Like if you want to be in charge of the Goblin army? Done. You want to building more buildings like schools or libraries for humans? Done. Anything? Done

I feel like this man loves to cuddle. Like just laying on a sofa by the fire. His head on your chest while you play with his hair as you guys talk about anything. Or it's the morning and he tries to get you to stay in bed for a little longer by wrapping his arms around you and refusing to let go.

He gets you flowers and gifts all the time even if there is no occasion for them.

Because Jareth is used to being alone so he tries to do things on his own and refuses to ask you for help and it takes him awhile to get used to the idea that it's okay to ask you for help with something.

So yeah I hope you enjoyed it. That's all I can think of rn but maybe I will come up with more in the future. As always feel free to give me requests!

[bowieandqueen11]

Give Me Your Heart / Jareth Imagine

Request: Hi im not sure if you're taking requests bit could you please do a Jareth x gn reader where he teaches his s/o how to dance. However it's just between them, no music, no guests, just them in an empty hall? Don't feel pressured to write this. Hope you're doing well :)

Ooh it’s been far too long since I’ve written for Jareth, and this idea is so sweet and romantic!! Thank you nonnie :)

Also sorry, this ended up being more teasing than I had set it out to be oopsie but I hope you enjoy anyway! ,3

(I do not own Labyrinth or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @ihadadutyovcare.)

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‘Now darling, even you know by now that your hand goes on my waist.’

You try to stifle your laugh, instead pressing your growing smile against the itchy notched lapel of his jacket. Jareth’s warmth envelops you immediately, helped on by the tickle of his fringes as they brush over the glowing curve of your cheek. It’s a soothing, tender kind of gush that sweeps through your muscles as you feel his hand reposition its grip, safe within the knowledge that no matter how clunkily you stepped on the tips of his toes and scuffed the edges of his boots, he would hold you tightly against his chest and never let go.

You slide your hand back up to the rather tense muscle of his waist with a teasing sigh, enjoying the way the domineering sovereign before you is wrought with a rack of shivers from your sole touch alone. He groans as your fingers trace and scratch around the joint, his eyes rolling back slightly in his head as you take full advantage of his obviously flustering state.

‘Now Jareth, do I hold my arm up like this?’, you take a step back from him and ostentatiously draw your elbow away from his side and swing it up in the air, dragging his own arm along with it. ‘Or does it come round here...hmm, in this sort of position?’ You drop his fingertips that were gently resting on top of your own and swing forward, looping your arm around the Goblin King’s neck. His eyes widen in a fervent kind of shock as your palm flattens against the back of his neck and pulls the bewildered man down to reach your lips. 

Once he regains his composure and realises there’s nothing more delightful in this moment than relishing in the feeling of kissing the love of his life back, he tips one leather gloved finger under your chin and tilts you further up to meet him. With pliant lips, he slowly draws away and presses a last, lingering kiss against your top lip; despite the fact that you were the one to initiate the peck, you were also the one left breathless. Contently, he closes his eyes for a moment before sighing in bliss and smirking once again.

‘Now now, my diamond streaked star, if you keep teasing me so I shall have to reprimand you for such insolence. Perhaps I shall tie your hand to mine so you can never escape’, he tenderly takes your right wrist and drags the back of your hand down the side of his cheek. As he does so, he grips you back to him again. Without breaking the passionate eye contact that blazes a crimson shrine, a travailing opal blossoming in the minute space between your bodies, he begins the move the two of you a step backwards.

‘Or maybe even that wouldn’t be enough.’ He reaches an arm up, twirling you around until you’re gliding like a wound up music box figurine: porcelain, fated, pure perfection. His boot knocks against your own shoe, turning it to the side as he lodges his knee in-between your own; Jareth is almost carrying you at this point, guiding your feet backwards and to the left, whizzing over the gleaming marble stained tiles of the looming hall.

 ‘Perhaps, what is needed to succinctly convey the message, would be to capture your heart and keep it safely locked within mine forever.’ Before you can even take a breath, his hand has wound around the small of your back and he’s knocking you backwards. The gentle-stricken winged cherubs that are moulded to the corners of the gold crested ceiling are fleeting as they pass by your eyes; the crystal encrusted chandelier that beams haloes of light past your vision is soon replaced by the shimmering blue of the violet banked sky. The glory of the starlight that swirls pockets of alight silver over the upside-down edge of the outer stone balcony is only seconded by the feeling of Jareth leaning over you.

The soft groan that escapes your mouth elicits an amused hum from the man, who nuzzles his nose against yours like the cat who got the cream. While his left hand is busy holding your hips flush against his midriff, his right busies itself with running down your side slowly, setting every nerve in its path alight with anticipation. Eventually, after far too long a wait, your closed eyes grimace in bliss as you feel his lips brush feather soft, licking against the pulse point on your neck.

‘After all, it’s not so long at all, if only you can live without it’, he murmurs between nibbles against the curve of your shoulder. ‘For I know I could not. If you took your heart away from me, you would cause me to fall into ruination.’

This was going to be a long night indeed.

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Imagine being friends with Jareth and at a ball, he introduces you to Elrond

[janaem]

Here would be the synopsis:

She never thought she was going to go down the fictional character rabbit hole again until one Saturday night when she laid eyes on Jareth the goblin king while watching Labyrinth.

It’ll be better written I promise lol

There’s also a 99% chance that I’m writing it anyways so your votes do matter to some extent 😗

[tinalbion]

Hi, soooooo I’m a big simp for Jareth the Goblin King and I was wondering if you could do Jareth with a fem!reader who got wished away and instead of turning her into a goblin, he takes pity on her and makes her his assistant. But eventually they fall in love and what not, lots of fluff please. I hope you have an amazing day <3333

Hello my dear, I hope this finds you well~ I have always been in love with the Goblin King, he's been a huge part of my childhood and adulthood, so I am very happy to make this possible for you! I do hope this was worth the wait, and I really can't wait to write more Jareth in the future <3

"Something About Us" ||

Jareth x AFAB!Reader

Rating: None

Length: 2.8k

As you stared at your form in the mirror, you had no idea it would come down to this. 

Your eyes seemed sunken from the lack of sleep, and it wasn’t always like this in your house, but sleepless nights were now becoming the norm for you. You wiped away the funny feeling from your eyes and let out a sigh, knowing very well that there would be consequences later on. You had just slammed your door shut as you screamed out at your family on the lower level of the house, the air was now still and tense, and that’s when you braced yourself. 

Your father would try to be the voice of reason while your stepmother would see red. She hated you from day one, you couldn’t ever figure out why, but lately, you had been making it painfully aware you didn’t like her attitude toward you, which led to tonight’s outburst. But you didn’t hear those familiar footsteps coming up the stairs, you were met with silence. Your muscles relax as the moments ticked on by and felt you were safe enough to change into your sleep clothes and crawl into bed, you were too afraid to emerge from your room in case hell would rain down upon you, so you opted for snuggling beneath the blankets. Moving back home was a mistake you regretted every moment you were here, but what else could you do? The comfort of home after losing what you had seemed like a comforting idea at the time, but now, it was a waking nightmare. 

You were not able to hear the whispers across the house, speaking ill of you in hushed tones as your father fought for you as he always did. 

‘She’s my daughter, whether you like it or not,’ he’d say.

‘And I wish she’d never been here, I wish she’d be taken away from my home.’

‘OUR home, and you can be so cruel to her, leave her be.’

‘I wish she’d get what's coming to her with that smart mouth.’

‘Stop. Now.’

But your stepmother hadn’t said those words, not just yet, she’d whisper them into the darkness when she was alone, where she knew the voices would be whispering to one another, where the dozens and dozens of eyes would catch in the dim light of the moon as she spoke the words bitterly: ‘I wish the goblins would come and take that girl away from us, take her away so we could be happy.’

When you awoke to a slight chill in the air and a bright light in your eyes, you sat up amongst a tended bed of flowers, not blankets of your own that gave you warmth and comfort, and that’s when you felt the first pang of panic jolt through your body. You had no idea where you were, some sort of bare garden with a sky that seemed to be on fire and clouded. 

You found out you were in a labyrinth, the tall hedges covered so far out that it turned to stone further out, your eyes widened as you stood high on a nearby fountain to see where it was you were. You didn’t hear the footsteps that neared you from the stairs behind you, but you felt the energy in the air shift, so you whipped your head around to see a tall, slender figure. He was beautiful, terrifying, and mysterious. You wanted to look away so as to not seem rude but your eyes refused to move, instead he stared down at you as he eyed you carefully. 

"Wh-where am I?" A natural question to ask, but right after speaking, you felt almost ashamed.

"You're in my Labyrinth, little one." The man's voice was low, soft, and soothing. 

You stood there and looked down at your feet, still wearing your socks with little designs on them. "Am I dreaming this?"

A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Would you prefer if this was a dream?" Was he toying with you or did he truly mean to question your thought process due to curiosity? He seemed almost familiar with you as if he'd known you'd be coming and he was waiting for you to come inside. 

You took a cautious step closer and could make out more of his features, like how his eyes seemed to take on a shape and color of their own. He seemed otherworldly as he stood tall, his slender form seemed to tower over you while you remained unsure of your fate. 

"I'm not sure," you finally responded. "But… what am I doing here, in your labyrinth?" 

Your face didn't quite give the whole story much like everyone else that had been wished into his domain, you weren't a bratty toddler, nor were you a vile creature, you were just simply…you. The confusion, sadness, and pain you felt as you stood before him made him falter, it made him rethink his course of action. Especially when those who wished you away wanted nothing to do with trying to win you back before the clock struck the thirteenth hour. 

He didn't have the heart to voice it, but Jareth felt sorry for you.

And that's how you came to live there in his labyrinth for some time, and though most of the goblins had wanted you turned into one of them as was usually intended to be done, Jareth refused to give you that 'gift', instead, he had you become his apprentice. 

What had felt like days was actually weeks had gone by, and you grew comfortable in your new place among the goblins and other weird creatures that surrounded the labyrinth and its walls. You had picked up things here and there, but you didn't learn much when it came to the castle and its workings, that was something that was only left for Jareth's future heir, he'd tell you.

'You shouldn't worry your pretty little head about any of that,' he'd muse with a small grin. 

No matter how much you asked and begged to learn, he wouldn't burden you with such things just yet, so he found other ways to concern yourself with. But you did take much notice of him, the Goblin King. He hadn't given you much to think about in regards to his past, more did he disclose much in general, but he always intrigued you to the point that you'd ask him randomly given questions throughout the day.

"How long have you been king here?"

"Long enough."

His answers were short and simple, which you expected from someone who looked like he didn’t have much patience, but you never really found that out. Not until much later on.

You don’t know how long you were there in the Goblin City, working around the castle to earn your keep, but you were thankful he took pity on you. You lived a lavish life and really didn’t have to worry about the difficulty of life, college, or a job. But you missed those things that made life, well, life. So Jareth had you become his assistant and would help him with tasks that required a more steady hand when he couldn’t leave it up to one of the goblins. They didn’t resent you for it, they actually seemed rather relieved that you ended up taking over for them, it gave them much more time to go about their daily shenanigans. 

Of course, you didn’t question it and you proceeded to do as Jareth wished of you. Your head was so far in the clouds one day that you didn’t seem to notice just how much you began to stare at him as he sat upon his throne and spoke to one of his loyal subjects. You admired not just his good looks but also the little acts of kindness he granted you since you first arrived. 

You were merely an unwanted stray that was cast out by your own family though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why they’d done it, more and more he found himself staring at you as well. Studying the way your face would easily show your emotions unlike his own, where he shied away from allowing himself to be so easily read, you stood there before him and weren’t afraid of him. You told him like it was when he did something rather displeasing, and he was almost thankful for your nature, it clashed with him in the best way. 

It was another morning in the castle when he awoke incredibly early, his mind wracked with nightmares that tended to happen on occasion, his past coming back to haunt him. He sought out comfort for so long and couldn’t find it, not until you were here, and he had thought of it for a mere second until he was scolding himself for it. 

‘You shouldn’t, it’s out of the question and you know it,’ he’d convince himself. But as he walked along those long empty halls, the door that sat at the end had called to him, and Stars, he wanted to walk in and take what he wanted so badly, wanting to know if you’d ever give it freely. 

Jareth couldn’t help himself as he ended up standing outside of your door, knowing very well that you would be asleep, so he pushed it open gently and watched you with intense curiosity. He hadn’t done this before, he shouldn’t be doing it now, watching you at your most vulnerable moment. But something about your face and how soft it seemed with your eyes closed, your breathing gentle as your chest rose and fell. He hadn’t allowed himself to feel this comfort in a very long time, he couldn’t remember the last time he did. But seeing you here now, looking like a beautifully carved angelic being before him, it was eating away at him. 

He didn’t realize that he stepped closer, and he could hear the gentle intake of breath as he rounded the soft material that surrounded your bed, and he could easily see your sleeping form through the fabric of the canopy that surrounded your bed. Jareth watched you intently while he seemed to glide around your room, his hands touched the curtains and made them flow behind his touch. He wasn’t sure what prompted him to walk into your room and watch you sleeping peacefully, all he knew was he felt tranquil as he stood there gazing down upon you, and whenever you moved ever so slightly beneath the sheets, it amazed him how your face would have such soft expressions. 

It was then he knew he was falling for you in a way he didn’t think was possible. 

You hadn’t known he was there the first time watching you sleep, but ever since that night, you awoke feeling strange and you couldn’t place why. While you scavenged for food in the kitchens, you avoided Jareth all morning successfully because you needed to get your head in order. 

Why were you thinking of him like that? He took pity on you, he took you in and gave you shelter and a means to earn your keep, nothing more. He never gave you that feeling of feigned romance, so why did you want to look at him as if he were one of the most beautiful beings to ever exist? You wanted to worship him and just be lucky to be in the same room as him, and thinking of him only made you forget about your food and made your heart beat faster. How would you be able to look at him after this?

And as if on cue, one of the Goblins had walked into the kitchen and announced that the king had wanted to see you, so you finished off your breakfast and tentatively made your way to the throne room. The mere thought of looking upon him excited you and frightened you, especially since you wouldn’t know how to carry yourself around him.

You stepped inside and saw him there speaking with another, but once his eyes looked up to meet yours, you froze and felt as if your breath was taken from you, and you felt a jolt that traveled through your body as his eyes remained locked on yours. 

Jareth stood swiftly and continued to stare at you, the Goblin speaking was interrupted and he looked startled by his king’s sudden movements. “Gabs, leave us,” he demanded as his hand waved him away. 

Gabs listened and immediately ran from the throne room, scurrying as quickly as he could. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt,��� you began, “I was told you were looking for me.”

“Yes…” He trailed off and continued to stare, but it wasn’t until a moment later that he spoke again. “I want to know if you were sent here with intentions other than being sent away from your family.”

“Wh-what?” 

“I ask for so little from you, Y/N, and right now I am asking if you are a spy, or even perhaps a witch sent to entrap me, to steal my kingdom.” He began to circle you as you stood there before him, greeting that familiar sensation of fear you once felt when you first arrived. 

“No, I told you, I was asleep in my bed in my house, and I woke up here, I remember nothing other than that. I swear to you, my liege.” 

Jareth stopped in front of you and continued to look at you, knowing very well your emotions would betray you, and he saw nothing but that look of fear. He stepped away, not wanting to mar your beautiful face with such sorrow, and he tried to seem less imposing as he stood there, unsure of how to proceed. 

“I believe you,” he finally breathed and hung his head for a moment. “Only it doesn’t explain the way I’ve been feeling as of late, little one. How can you explain the way my chest feels whenever you’re around me? Or how my flesh is bristling with gooseflesh whenever I catch your gaze with mine? I don’t understand what sort of spell you’ve suddenly cast upon me but I am growing exhausted trying to figure it out.”

Your stomach dropped as you stood in shock, Jareth completely unaware that you were feeling the exact same way about him, it was eerie how it was almost a sort of connection you must have both experienced. You began to laugh quietly, Jareth’s head whipped around to see why it was that you’d begin laughing at him. 

“I don’t believe it,” you breathed as you wiped away the tears that spilled from your laughter. 

“Believe what, exactly?”

You gazed into his unique eyes and smiled sweetly. “You and I have been experiencing the same exact feeling for one another because I’ve been wondering the same as of late… and I think I have the answer, but I don’t know how you’ll feel about it…”

“You can’t be thinking…” His words once again trailed off, not thinking it was even possible to feel such emotions anymore. A small smile played at his glossed lips and his hand reached out for you, his thumb gently stroking the side of your cheek down to your chin. “It can’t be…”

As you bit your lip, you nodded once and sighed. “I think it is, Jareth.” 

You swore you almost saw his shutter at the mere mention of his name, but the look in his eyes as his face inched slowly toward you was a sight you only dreamt of. Upon instinct, your eyes closed and you leaned forward, wondering if he’d reject you, but you looked so eager that he met your lips with his just as fervently. Your mind was hazy as you tried your best to think, but nothing else mattered as the taste of his lips or the scent of him overtook your senses. Without warning, his hands pulled you in deeper into his embrace, a gloved hand entangled in your hair while another slid carefully down from your neck to your arm. 

Not wanting to pull away, you urged yourself forward and your entire body shuttered when his hand grasped your waist, but you didn’t dare stop now, though as soon as you had committed yourself to this, Jareth pulled away from you. He sighed heavily and looked as if he didn’t know what to say next, truly a feat you never thought possible: rendering the Goblin King speechless, even if for a moment. 

[urfavsimpingfanficwriter]

Hi!! If you don’t mind, do you think you could write one of those nsfw alphabet things for Jareth? (If not that’s okay<3) I can’t find anything smut wise for him and I’m currently obsessed with labyrinth (again)😭😭

Of course!!! I’m literally obsessed over both Jareth and those NSFW alphabet posts rn! Also, thank you for requesting stuff! It helps so much with writer's block lol.

Warnings: Obviously, smut; oral sex; semi-public sex mentions; breeding kink;

A= Aftercare (what they are like after sex)

I think Jareth would be so sweet and caring after sex. He would praise you, and run you a warm bath, or, if you are both too tired, he will just softly clean you up and make sure you are comfortable and leave you to sleep. He would always care about you before him. 

B= Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Okay, so he would obviously love every inch of you, every perfection and imperfection. However, his favorite parts of your body would definitely be your thighs (and everything in between obviously), and your eyes. He loves how you look at him, even if it isn’t sexual, he just loves that someone looks at him with that kind of admiration and love. He loves your thighs because he loves leaving little kisses and nibbling on them watching you squirm. He loves both his mouth, due to how good he can make you feel with it, and his hands, for the same reason. If you can’t tell, everything he does he does for your pleasure.

C= Cum (pretty much anything to do with cum)

I find Jareth to be a pretty clean guy, giving him being a literal king, so he doesn’t try to make a mess. He will either cum inside you (if you are comfortable with it) or in his hand. He won’t really cum in your mouth, and won’t on your face, unless you say you want him to. Again, all about your pleasure babe. Your cum however, he would love to lick your come off his fingers (don’t ask why, he just would), and clean you up with his tongue if you aren’t too overstimulated.

D= Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

So, he obviously watched you for quite a while before you were sent to the labyrinth or the castle, depending on the situation, and he obviously tried to give you as much privacy as he could. However, he occasionally would watch you change or masturbate. He just couldn’t help it. He never told you, and trust me, he never will. 

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

This is controversial, but I don’t think he would be super experienced. Like, at all. He obviously knows what he is doing, and is good at it, but given his entire role as a goblin king, living in a whole fantasy world, where you have to be wished away or wish someone away to get there, he isn’t getting a lot of bitches. The ones he sets his eyes on usually don’t get past the labyrinth, and if they do, they are usually kind of scared of him by that point (which I get, but also I would fold so fast), so they usually take the person they wished away and leave. He was just lucky you decided to stay and be goblin royalty in his kingdom. 

F= Favorite Position (goes without saying what this means)

Jareth wants to see your face no matter what, so stuff where you are turned away from him is a no-go. He usually defaults to missionary, as it leaves him in a good amount of control, but still allows him to see that gorgeous face of yours. If you insist he will let you ride him, as long as you face him, and only if you practically beg him. He is very insistent that he is the one on top, but he will make exceptions for you.

G= Goofy (are they more serious or humorous in the moment?)

He is not usually ever ‘funny’ when having sexs with you. He sees it as a purely passionate moment. He, no matter how soft or rough, sees sex as ‘love making’. If you make a joke, trying to get comfortable, break tension, or just think of a good joke in the moment, he will 100% at least chuckle with you. But usually? Very serious.

H= Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t going to be bald down there or anything, but he will try to keep himself trimmed up. He is just as brightly blond down there as he is up top. He will most likely just have a patch just above his privates. (Also, he would 100% have a happy trail, just saying)

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Super intimate the entire time. From start all the way to aftercare. He is always a romantic (and very dramatic) no matter if it was spontaneous, or if you guys had discussed having sex before hand. He will make sure to escort you to wherever you are having sex (most likely his bed). He will lead you by hand or maybe even carry you like the pure gentleman he is. Plenty of kisses, and plenty of ‘I love you’s. He will make it the most romantic thing that has ever happened to you, and will be so god damn proud of himself for it.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate? How often?)

He tries not to, but if you aren’t in the mood, or if you aren’t available, he will. He will do it very quickly, and very privately. He hates having to do it, but he can’t just leave the problem there, so he does if he must. And trust me, he thinks of only you when he does.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jareth, to your surprise, isn’t an extremely kinky person. I think if you brought anything up to him, he would try it at least once. However, he only is really into slight bondage, like holding your hands so you can’t move them, or something like that. He does however have a huge breeding kink. It isn’t really about getting you pregnant, even though I think he would love to have a family with you, but it’s more about just watching himself drip out of you. It makes him go crazy.

L= Location (favorite places to do it)

He is a simple man (not really but just go with it), and he mainly just likes to do it in his bed. It is the most comfortable, and it is just easiest that way, but his throne is another place he adores doing it with you on. He will send all of the goblins away if he can’t stand it anymore, and make you see stars while never leaving his throne. He usually just has you ride him while he is sitting on his throne, but he also loves it when you ride his thigh while sitting in his lap. He loves how a wet patch forms on his pant leg. It really gets him going, however prepare for him to make you cum at least twice.

M= Motivation (what gets them going/what turns them on)

Whenever you get flustered or angry for any reason. Obviously, he hates you being upset, but you look amazing telling someone off, even if it’s him. It reassures him that you will be okay on your own here, but also, it makes him wild. Sometimes, he purposefully makes you flustered just to see you stumble over your words trying to tell him off. (he always apologizes with kisses, or more, afterwards).

N= No (something they wouldn’t do/ Hard no’s)

He wouldn’t do something that would inherently harm you, even if you say you like it. He would never hit you beyond maybe a little spanking here and there. He also wouldn’t do anything CNC, he just can’t do it. He doesn’t like roleplaying adult minor situations (due to him not being a pedo), and won’t do anything to do with a knife/blood kink. He loves you and your body too much to think he is actually hurting you. Anything else he will try at least once though<3

O= Oral (do they prefer giving? Receiving? Skill level?)

Jareth definitely prefers giving, but will gladly accept receiving as well. He loves seeing you squirm with his head in between your thighs, all those little noises you make. He almost could get off completely just doing that. Although, he won’t refuse you giving him head. He loves how good your mouth feels around him, but he would very much prefer his head being crushed by your thighs. Also, if you couldn’t already guess, he is fantastic. He will make you cum multiple times just using his mouth. Notice how I said he will and not he could. Yeah, he is going to be down there for a bit, loving every second of it. 

P= Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

It really depends on both his mood, and the circumstances leading up to the moment to predict whether he is going to be fast, rough, or slow. If he had a bad day, he will just plow into you as fast and rough as he can, although to compensate for him being rough, he will whisper little praises in your ear. If he has a very good day, he will go more slowly, still keeping a decent pace, and give you little kisses all along your neck, chest, and face. If you ask him to, or if you are close, he will quicken his pace, or go a little more rough.

Q= Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn’t against them, they just don’t end up being very ‘quick’, more-so just spontaneous. If you are having sex, he is going to make you cum multiple times, so there is nothing stopping very quickly after it starts with him. 

R= Risk (are they game to experimenting? Do they take risks?)

Jareth will experiment with pretty much anything you ask him to unless it is in his ‘hard no’s’ category. He would be willing to take you in the goddamn labyrinth if you had asked him to, no matter what creatures and monsters may happen upon you two. So, yes, he would 100% be willing to take as many risks as possible just to make you feel good.

S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

He is literal magic. He is fae. He can last as long as he wants. If he can tell you are getting worn out, or if he just wants to cum, he will allow himself to. Time wise, he can go at minimum three-four rounds, however if you aren’t too tired or overstimulated he can go for so many more. 

T= Toys (do they own any toys? Do they use them? On a partner? On themselves?)

I don’t think he would own any, as he can get the job done perfectly fine without them, but if you owned any and wanted him to use them on you he would be happy to(he might be a bit bitter about it since he is a drama queen but he will get over it). I don’t think he would ever use them on himself, though.

U= Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

Are you kidding me? Have you ever seen him interact with anything/anyone ever? He will tease you the entire time until you are begging and screaming for him to let you cum. He loves to give you pleasure, but he has to have a little fun, doesn’t he? 

V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I don’t see Jareth as being particularly loud. He will probably just make little grunting noises, and if you are lucky, you will get a small whimper out of him

W= Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has completed untouched just by giving you head multiple times. The first time he was slightly embarrassed, but after you reassured him it was fine, he was fine with it, and it became a ‘praising’ tool for him to praise you with. Example: “See how good you make me feel just from watching you princess?”

X= X-Ray (let’s take a peek under those clothes)

Have you seen his bulge in the movie? Now, he is obviously big, I would say probably 7-8 inches, (maybe more since this is a literal fantasy world) and pretty girthy. Definitely not lacking in any department, if you catch my drift.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a pretty high sex drive, but he can keep it under control for the most part. He is willing and happy to have sex whenever and wherever, all you have to do is ask!

Z= Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

After aftercare, and after he makes sure you are comfortable and sleeping, he falls asleep decently fast. Probably within a good 10-15 minutes after you fall asleep, if he doesn’t have any duties to perform as king.

[missanthr0pist]

Imagine the ballroom scene from Labyrinth but with Thranduil.

i can’t stop thinking about this!!! i can totally imagine a scene like this in Mirkwood! A masquerade ball based on the current season.

…maybe you had a sip or two of his wine and he finds it amusing how you blush under his stare/touch, so he decides to tease you even further by dancing with you!

or the last scene with Jareth “Just fear me, love me, do as i say and i will be your slave.” it’s so HIM!

could someone please write a fic about this and let me know?!

[anundyingfidelity]

MEMORIES LOST — Jareth x ofc/fem reader. Ch. 1.

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: 1,377.

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.

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This fanfiction is also posted in Ao3 under the name undyingfidelity.

Chapter 1. | Chapter 2. | Chapter 3.

Jareth remembered vividly that day when the woman fell to the Underground.

Sitting lonely on the oblong dark table by himself, he had dedicated the last minutes of his day to eat - almost against his will - the well-done dinner the goblins prepared specially for him. Defeated and feeling weak, Jareth spent the last months trying to forget everything about Sarah and her brother. It was ridiculous. How he had become this bored, shattered man on his own. Of course, his own goblins were kind of fools, easy enough to get them to do whatever he wanted, but it wasn't enough. Jareth swallowed a bite of the exquisite steak, and even if it was fair delicious, his mood often shattered down the smallest of the pleasures he still was able to enjoy as a King, including something as mundane as eating.

But that same night, a little old goblin quickly made his way to Jareth, squeaking and muttering unintelligible noises as if trying to say something but couldn't catch any of his babbling.

"What is it?" he questioned, rather annoyed.

"Majesty, Majesty! A woman! She’s fallen into the Labyrinth!"

A woman? He frowned. No, it couldn't be her. Sarah knew how to summon him and it was completely impossible for someone to enter just like that.

"Goblins found her, Majesty! You must come!"

Were the goblins sure it was really a woman? Worst, she might be even human. Jareth hesitated for a moment after remaining silent. He got on his feet quickly forgetting the dinner, scaring away his subject.

"Lead the way," he ordered.

The little creature guided Jareth to come to the Castle gates, where a small crowd was there murmuring and surrounding the so-said woman, who seemed to lie down on the hard concrete. Once the King appeared, the goblins started to make room for him to get closer to the lady. She was graciously asleep over some piled-up clothes that might have been improvised by the goblins to give her some sort of comfort on the hard ground, and a large beige gown adorned her figure as her chest rose in a calm way, just as the look on her face. How was this possible? He didn't know, but she was right there. He bent down slowly, taking better sight of her.

"Has she been asleep since you found her?"

"Yes, Majesty!" the goblin who guided Jareth said behind his back. "She's been sleeping like a log!"

Jareth came closer, prudent of each one of his moves, noticing a shiny necklace hanging around her neck preciously with a black pearl stone decorating her skin. Fascinated by it, his fingers brushed over the pearl softly. A soft breath went past the woman's lips, her eyes opening wide at the sudden touch. The goblin king backed up a little, letting the mysterious woman sit down in horrid, and before her, the quite grand number of creatures watching her attentively as she moved slowly, feeling eyes over her.

"Where am I?" she panted, looking at the man who looked as human as she did.

"This is the Goblin City, and you're trespassing my kingdom," Jareth explained to her. He was standing tall, towering over her and she looked at him from down below.

"How is it that I am here," she mumbled, holding a cry. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, the unknown place she fell on was strange and she started to feel she was unwelcome there.

The piercing eyes of the man were all scanning the woman, who was kneeling quietly before going to her feet.

"Where are you from?" Jareth questioned her, the globins made enough space around their king and their visitor so she could not escape in case she tried to.

"I- I don't know... I don't remember anything," she stammered, scared of the king.

Jareth tried to go over her mind and thoughts but found nothing, but a blank space and a word that might seem like a name, repeating constantly in her head.

"Do you have a name?"

The woman blinked and swallowed hard before speaking softly again.

"Leah."

Leah.

Leah.

Leah.

Her name was spinning in his head like it was the first time. Jareth took her to the castle after learning he could not read her mind nor find a single memory, which was certainly unusual. However, he felt some sort of compassion in his heart, and the sentiment was strong enough to make him decide to take her with him. Jareth let her settle down in one of the rooms he had and ordered the goblins to take whatever she needed. But as time grew, Leah found herself in debt after not doing more than the bare minimum - such as eating, cleaning her room, reading books from the library, and taking strolls in the city, or at least, what she could see from it.

Jareth wasn't really fond of Leah going out of the castle, but he understood she needed to go out for some time. After two days, she came in very happy of having encountered a new friend. Let's say Hoggle's name was not the best thing to hear for Jareth that day. He still had a bitter feeling over the dwarf, so knowing Leah had befriended him was not good news at all. But he let it slip away, just for her.

Days later, Leah found herself wanting to help in the castle, so she shyly asked Jareth for it. That's another thing he will never forget.

It was, perhaps, the third time in the five days she has been in the castle, that she had dinner with him. Leah normally would be very quiet, but she was right there sitting on the table some feet away from Jareth, asking if she was able to do some of the work along with the goblins.

"Are you getting bored?" Jareth simply asked, a light smirk forming on his lips.

Her face grew hot at his eyes lurking on her. "Maybe..."

"Tell me something you can offer me to have you working around," he told.

"I am interested in cooking, I can learn!"

Leah didn't know a single thing, more than her own name. Jareth tried to read her again after some time, and he just found her hesitant under his gaze. Jareth was very aware he was terrifying and he loved that, mostly because he spent years and years bored and defeated, but having Leah as a companion sometimes was interesting, just like that night.

"You can, certainly."

"Really?" the woman seemed to be taken by surprise.

"If that's what you want, you can go on. The goblins will help you with learning all you want to learn, and you can serve me."

"I will" A smile curled on her pretty face, and Jareth took a great liking to her determination.

He stayed within her thoughts, finding passion and happiness in her head, with so much anticipation of what she would learn. She didn't look past thirty human years, so it was quite curious for Jareth how she lost her memory. Jareth of course would find a way how to do that but decided to wait a little bit more. He got on his feet, his silver plate and the goblet were left empty as he walked toward Leah, who was still in her seat. His gloved right hand cupped her cheek and rubbed it softly with his thumb.

"Why don't you start now, clean the dining room," he ordered.

She felt the heat rising on her, not sure why he was provoking that type of reaction on her body and soul, but his touch, even when the glove was on, felt right and good. And Jareth, of course, noticed this. Leah nodded, holding his gaze, feeling hypnotized by his beautiful and deep eyes. A mischievous smile drew on his face before letting go of her and walking outside the dining room. Oh, she was going to be so much fun to be with.

[labyrinthofhearts]

Tried my best to replicate Sarah's ballgown on this dress-up app.

think I did a decent job. If you want to play here's the link <3

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

AN: happy Valentine’s Day! Hopefully it was better than mine! Without further ado, the yearly jareth fic.

Jareth was growing frustrated, trying to pull my shirt off while still kissing me. I giggled at his attempts, pulling his shirt out of his pants.

“blasted thing.” He muttered as he finally got it off. “Much better now don’t you think?” I reached up and tugged on his hair, forcing him back into the kiss.

“shut up.” I breathed out as a whirl of magic took us from the corridor to our room. Jareth quickly pulled off the rest of our clothes and helped me settle in the middle of the bed. “Jareth…please…” I whimpered.

“please what my darling?” He chuckled, nose ghosting over my neck. “You’re going to have to use your words.”

“need you. Please.” I breathed out, fingers getting lost his hair as he finally closed the gap and kissed my neck. I tugged on his hair as I felt him gently nip up towards my jawline. “Need you now jareth.”

“As you wish.” He said with a dark chuckle. Kissing me deeply, jareth entered me in a single thrust. My moan was stopped by his tongue exploring my mouth. I released his hair and wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly making out with him as he waited for me to adjust to his size. “Ready?” Jareth whispered. I nodded, burying my face in his neck. His hair tickled my face as he slowly started to thrust into me.

“Oh fuck jareth.” I whimpered. “My king.” Jareth growled as his hands explored my hips. “My love.”

“fuck.” Jareth groaned. I dug my nails into his back as he sped up. With another kiss, we both fell over the edge. Jareth leisurely pumped into me as we came down, drawing out the wave of pleasure. Once it had passed, he gently pulled out and laid down next to me. We were quiet for a moment, trying to collect our thoughts.

“wow.” I breathed out with a giggle. Jareth turned to look at me, reaching out to brush a stray hair out of my face. “Best present ever.” Jareth smiled at me before pulling me into his chest.

“I’m glad you think so.” He said before kissing me softly.

[fanfiction101]

Just some Jareth Headcannons

Jareth head cannons <3 let me know if you have any fanfic requests or more head cannon requests

This man has no shame in showing you off as his queen. Like he would shout it proudly from the rooftops if he could. He wants everyone to know that you are his by subtle things like walking with his hand on your hip or lower back or kissing you passionately if he feels like anyone else is a threat to him.

He loves it when you wear clothes that make you look like the queen you are. So ballgowns, extravagant outfits, crowns, etc.

He totally sings to you all the time. He is very proud of his talents and would definitely write songs for you. He would also try to get you to dance even if at first you are hesitant.

He will give you anything you desire. You want a garden in the castle? Done. A library with an endless amount of books? It was done yesterday. You want a room dedicated animals? It was always there.

He loves it when you play with his hair, just not in front of his subjects and even in private he won't admit it but he will never fight against you asking to play with it. He will even lay down his head on your lap which after a while becomes a silent request for you to play with his hair while you two talk.

If you are ever overwhelmed or stressed, he might be oblivious at first but after a bit he might notice habits that indicate toward it. After he starts seeing these signs, he would do a number of things to help you calm down or de-stress. He would do anything from simply laying with you while you talk to giving you massages to drawing you a bubble bath.

This man loves kids. We can obviously tell that from how he handled Toby, while tossing a baby in the air is a bit reckless, Toby was happy the whole time. Jareth would be an absolutely great father.

Jareth does have some anger management issues but after you came into the picture, you have definitely helped him regulate his anger and frustration. He genuinely tries to not take it out on you but after a really stressful day he might snap and yell at you but would never physically hurt you. That being said, he would instantly regret ever opening his mouth and would beg you for forgiveness. The next day he would shower you with gifts and attention.

He is also very protective over you. If anyone ever ave you a problem, even if it was small, they would totally get a visit from him. If you just wanted it to be your fight, then you would have to let Jareth know before he started with threats of his own. But after you handled the problem, he would want to know all the drama down to the single detail.

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I have a headcannon that when Jareth dries his hair It goes all fuzzy and he has to smooth it out again