#david bowie x reader

[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.

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[reapers-lover]

Cuddles~

♡ Jareth x Fem!Reader Fluff ♡

  I hum quietly as I start to get ready for bed. I smile to myself as I put on my new nightgown that Jareth got for me. I look at myself in the mirror smiling lightly. The light purple color with dark blue accents cascades in silky waves along my skin. God I love him so much. I walk out of the bathroom and frown. He wasn't there. Usually he was there on the bed by this time.

   Quietly I leave the room to go look for him. I check his office but it is dark and empty, lit only by a singular candle he kept on his desk. "Weird he isn't there either," I think aloud. I decide to check the only other place I think he could be. His throne room.

  The only noise in the hall is the soft echo of my footsteps as I walk down towards the throne room doors. As I reach the doors I can hear what can only be described as chaos inside.

  I slowly push open the doors and I'm met by loud yelling and- is that a chicken? "Oh y/n, hello dear are you alright?" I look towards the voice and see Jareth laying down across his throne. The room lies silent as every goblin stops what they are doing to look up at me.

  "Yes, I'm fine." I stutter out walking towards him. "I'm sorry I won't be able to stay with you tonight. A boy wished away his little sister and he still has 5 hours left to finish the labyrinth." He sighs clearly bored out of his mind.

  "I see." I mumbled looking down at the floor.

Jareth grabbed my chin and lifted my eyes to meet his. "Is there anything you need my love?" He asks slowly

  "Can I lay here with you?" I blurt out. Quickly turning red and pulling away. Jareth chuckles lightly and looks towards me again. "Of course love, come here." He motioned for me to sit with him.

  I hop up onto his throne and position myself to lay next to him in the same way he was laying on his throne before. He wraps his arms around me and I snuggle into his chest. 

  He chuckles again and I smile. He brings his hand up and starts running his fingers through my hair. " I don't think you understand Just how cute you are." I giggle and he plants a kiss on my forehead. I lift my head and look at him then move upwards and give him a gentle kiss on the lips. I pull away and smile. I softly lay my head back down against his chest and sigh happily. I close my eyes and listen to his heart beat as I slowly succumb to sleep in his arms.

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[omg-hellgirl]

You have no power over me.

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[catchthewindd]

Craving Kisses - David Bowie

You are David Bowie’s makeup artist, and he has a new makeup idea he’d like you to try for tonight’s show…

“Do send her in, I’m ready for her now.”, David told his personal assistant. She left the room after his request, and promptly fetched you, David’s makeup artist for the tour. As you entered, you were greeted with a pensive smile from Mr. Bowie. You made your way over to the makeup chair where he already sat, ready for you to pretty him up.

“I was wondering if we could try a slightly different look for tonight’s show. And by slightly, I mean completely different.”, David asked you, cheekily delivered and all.

Being the adaptive professional you are, you swiftly agreed, “Absolutely, David. What did you have in mind?”

David did not initially answer you with words, but instead with an action. He reached out for a bright red lipstick residing on the countertop, and applied it to his lips. He then stood up, getting close enough to the vanity mirror, then beginning to pepper said mirror in perfectly placed lipstick kisses.

You watched, confused. And then his words came:

“The mirror is my face. My lips are your lips.”

You froze. It was hard enough to touch his face with just your brushes, or worse, hands on a normal day. To pepper his face with kisses from your lips and remain normal about it? It seemed impossible.

As if sensing your nervousness, which to be clear was quite obvious, he spoke again.

“It’s just me, it’s just art. Nothing to be afraid of, darling. I don’t bite- unless you want me to.”, he playfully added. He knew your response would be that of a flustered one. And flustered you were.

Unsure what to even say back to him, you slowly grabbed the lipstick from his hand, and started applying it on yourself. He cheered as you did such, and smugly awaited your touch.

“Where would you like me to start, David?”, you shyly asked him.

“Here love, I’ll just point and you just pucker, okay?”, he replied and you nodded profusely. Probably a little too profusely.

The first kiss was on his forehead.

His long, pale, finger pointed to the center of his forehead, lightly tapping there until you made contact. You cautiously started to lean closer to him, your eyes fixed on his, his eyes fixed on your lips, your lips ready to pucker, his lips resting in a smirk. You could hear him whispering “Any day now, sweetheart”, and just as he did so, you found your lips crashing into his face, a soft murmur you could have sworn was a moan escaping his lips as you did so. As you pulled back, you were certain your face was red as a tomato. Yes it was “just art”, but it was so intimate, so personal, your lip print adorning his face. He looked beautiful with just the single kiss on his face, but he wanted more. And he made sure you knew he wanted more, by tapping his left cheekbone next.

It wasn’t confidence, instead more of an experience thing (now having done this once before) that lead this cheekbone kiss to happen much quicker than the last. You let this one linger a little longer, and David surely noticed as he chuckled slightly as you pulled away again.

You slowly started to gain a rhythm. Tap. Kiss. Tap. Kiss. Re-apply lipstick. Tap. Kiss. The more you kissed him, the more you found yourself getting comfortable around him. It seems he too could sense this, so he started pointing to face-adjacent locations for you to decorate. He started with his jaw, his ears, then his neck, to almost his chest. By now, he had thought it clear that his intentions were lustful. But yet again being the professional you are, you still managed to convince yourself that this was just another makeup gig. Just another pay check. You were about to be proved wrong.

He pointed once again to his chin, which slightly perplexed you, seeing as you had already kissed him in that spot. Not wanting to lose momentum though, you leaned in without question. As your lips approached landing, David’s head suddenly jolted down, ensuring that your lips met his lips, instead of meeting his chin. He smiled into the kiss, and although it startled you, your increasing desperation and hunger for him allowed you to get lost in it all. Neither of you pulled away for a while, instead you began bringing yourselves closer to one another, him grasping your face, and you weaving your fingers through his hair. When you did finally pull away from each other, there were no words from either one of you. Intense eye contact and heavy breathing told the both of you everything you needed to know.

He came close to you once again, and whispered in your ear: “after the show.”

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[dinkydonky]

A cheerful hymn

"Jareth X reader who sings under her breath while working or out loud if she thinks she’s alone, and Jareth hearing her for the first time"

I'm making this one gender neutral just so everyone can read!! Also Y/N is a writer hehe

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I sat alone in my room tapping my pencil on my desk trying to come up with a good concept for my next novella. I write these small books for the goblins, as I'm quite fond of them and they need a break or two every now and then to do things on their own. But now, I've hit a wall in my mind. I just can't seem to create a solid plot anymore. I started to hum a small tune out of boredom just to fill the silence. It slowly turned into a little song after a while. I sang quietly, under my breath so Jareth couldn't hear from his throne room. I was embarrassed of my voice. His was so gorgeous I didn't want him to judge me.

"Y/N?" Jareth said as he walked into my room. I was startled because I was rather lost in thought when he suddenly walked in. Luckily I stopped singing before he could hear.

"Sorry, uh... You startled me a little, what is it, honey?" I asked.

"I just wanted to come in and say hi. You look tired, need a break?" He replied. God, he was so sweet.

Looking back at my blank paper I've been staring at for the past hour, I decided he was right.

"I suppose I do need a break. I'm not getting any writing done." I sigh as I get up out of my chair and take Jareth's cold and slender hand.

-- time skip --

I whistled as I organized all of my pens and pencils which were skattered across my pale white desk. Jareth was out running errands so it was just me in our castle. As I cleared my desk, I started to sing a little tune I had written for one of my books. It was a cheerful little hymn and I sung it louder and louder without even noticing.

I continued singing when I heard a soft knock on the door. I abruptly stopped and opened the door. It was Jareth.

"I heard you singing." He purred. He flashed you a smile before hugging you closely.

"Oh, lord I'm sorry you had to hear that... I'm certain I was off key or something." You blushed.

Jareth broke the hug briefly and held your shoulders, looking you right in the eyes. "Now what do you mean? That was a stunning little song you were singing. Why don't you ever share your talents with me?"

"Well, you know, your voice is just so beautiful and well, compared to yo-"

He shushed you.

"Don't talk like that, star. Your singing voice is just as magical as mine. I would love to sing with you. Whenever you like. Now, don't be shy, finish your number."

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The end!!

Please give me more requests I'd love to answer them 🩷🩷

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[cannibalcoyote]

Rockstar: Your Story(Interview)

You're a famous rock star being interviewed about the beginning of your career to the current (includes mentions of Mick Ronson, David Bowie, and Mick Jagger):

"Ma'am, can you tell us a little bit about when you first met David Bowie?" The question was so sudden that I could only scrunch my eyebrows at it. I expected David to be brought up sometime, but I didn't expect the first question to be about him.

"Sure, let's see.... I can't remember the exact date, but my dear friend - Mick Ronson - had called me up saying some band was interested in having us as guitar players. I was hesitant because I enjoyed my job as an architect, but something pushed me to go with him; we hopped on the next train to London and did the audition." I explain, tilting my head up at the memories resurfacing. Ronno had been unsure as well, but I'm glad we went.

"We heard it wasn't a pleasant experience? What happened?" They emphasize 'wasn't', clearly looking for some juicy gossip on Bowie, and who am I to disappoint.

"Well, David had accepted Mick but rejected me, and Ronno originally turned down the offer because of that. He didn't even tell me the truth, just grabbed me by the arm and lugged me as well as the guitars out of the building. I knew it hadn't gone well because he had this angry glare in his eyes, which is strange, because if you've ever met him, then you'd know he's rather sweet, and has a very discerning disposition.

I asked what was wrong and he just said that they didn't want us. I knew he was lying, but I didn't want to argue with him. We spent the rest of the time wandering around London sightseeing." I state, folding my hands up in my lap as I look at the interviewer. I don't like looking back to the '70s, a lot of stuff happened, and I fear what they will bring up.

"What happened after that?" The interviewer continues hastily digging, wanting more information. I guess this person isn't going to quit until they get the full story.

"We had stopped by a restaurant and were having lunch. Ronno was saying we should catch the train home after, but we were interrupted by David. I don't know how he found us, I just remember being shocked when he started begging Ronno to join his band. I was also a little confused, and I remember saying, 'I thought you didn't want us?'

To which David responded, 'No, I want him, I just don't want you.' That line had run through my head the following 3 years until I realized how lucky I was David didn't want me." I say the last few sentences in a softer voice, not liking to relive that particular memory.

"He said what?!" The interviewer over exaggerates their movements, getting the audience laughing just as they had hoped. I laugh a little too, David saying something so rude does seem rather uncharacteristic.

"Yah, I was rather astonished as well because the words left him in such a casual way, as if choosing what bread to buy at the market." I say, gently chuckling at the visual of David buying bread in such a critical way.

"What- How, how did Mick react to that." Their eyes widen, the crowd quiets down as they await my answer.

"Oh, he almost punched David! But I grabbed him and pulled him aside, asking why he lied and all that stuff." I respond, remembering the beautiful anger that he so desperately wanted to act on.

"I bet the last thing you wanted was for him to join David's band, right?" The interviewer asks the question humorously.

"That's... Wrong actually. He was vehemently against playing in a band without me, this is mainly due to the fact that ever since we were 12, we've always played together. But, I wanted him to take the opportunity, to show the world his ability, and to be able to be a confident player without me." I explain in a gentle voice, vaguely thinking of how self-conscious he was at the time when it came to him playing guitar.

"You seem to be a really supportive friend, (Y/N)." The tone of their voice turns genuine, the whole conversation losing the humorous quality that had been sustained.

"I try to be, the last thing I want is for people's failings or regrets to be because of me." I smile, my relieved guilt ebbing away as I think of where he and I are now.

"As well as being supportive, you also seem to be fairly protective, at least, that's what I got when Mick told us the story of you traumatizing his high school bully! With that in mind, how did you feel when you learned he was earning next to nothing during the tour?" The beginning of the sentence sent the interviewer and audience into a bit of a laugh, I laugh as well at the memory of scaring off Ronno's bully.

The laughter lightly quiets down to a more serious tone at the end discussion.

"I was appalled! I hated myself for a while because of that, because I pushed him into this situation where he was barely getting paid. Which was the opposite of what I thought would happen, especially after their popularity went through the roof!"I exclaimed, my eyes widening as I relived the shock; the ebbing guilt rushing forward tenfold.

"I heard you went to some extreme measures in order to help him out, what exactly did you do?" The interviewer goes on, the questions digging into lesser known information.

"Well, I joined any band I could, I would try and get hired by restaurants for live music during nights, and then during the day I had a job as a waitress as well as working part time as a lyricist." I explain, just saying that makes me remember how tiring my schedule was back then.

"Now that's a lot to juggle, and I'm sure you have some great stories from those days, but we have a specific story. What happened during one of your many tiring nights of live music?" They ask, this question is sort of a bore to me, one I'm frequently asked to retell.

"I had been band hopping at the time, and was hired for a gig when I didn't have a supportive group, so I improvised. I played my guitar and was singing live, but before that I had recorded the drums and rhythm guitar parts for the songs I was scheduled to play, so when I got up there I just started the recording and played along.

This was for a club where they wanted rock, so it was heavier playing. It was during my guitar solo I noticed someone in the crowd." I divulged, deciding to add in some information I had never shared before.

"Ooh, is this when you met the Rolling Stones?!" Someone screams out, the crowd and interviewer looking in shock before they all burst out laughing at the person's eagerness.

"Yes... but I technically only met Mick Jagger that night. I wasn't a big fan of the Rolling Stones at the time, but I did have an appreciation for their music. I was actually playing one of their songs at the time. Either way, it just surprised me to see him." I continued after we had all calmed down.

"I know you joined their band after that, but can you tell us what exactly went down?" I squint slightly at my interviewer's vernacular before deciding to just answer them.

"I don't think I can tell you all the details, I worry J might get embarrassed! But, I can tell you that he met me backstage after I was done and asked me if I was available tomorrow to meet him at a recording studio. It was the weekend the next day, so I said yes, he wrote down the address and time on a piece of paper, handed it to me, then said goodbye and walked away." I state in a jovial tone, Jagger is one of my favorite people to talk about, because he loves to call immediately after the interview and schedule a meet up. He's strange like that.

"Sounds strange? How did you feel after that?" They looked intrigued, clearly wanting me to divulge the information that I withheld.

"I was shocked. The next day I went and met him and his band mates, then they started playing a song together and asked me to improv. I had never heard the song before, so I just started watching their movements and playing off of that; by the end they asked if I was interested in joining their band, which I clearly said yes to." I exclaim, the interviewer's face looking shocked by what I just said.

"Wow, that all sounds like it went really fast?"

"Oh it was, we had only been playing for 20 minutes when they all stopped and asked me to join. I was going to say no because I needed to make enough money to send to Ronno, but when they mentioned how much I would make weekly I immediately accepted." I reply, chuckling as I remember my astonishment.

"I know after joining the Stones, your career skyrocketed, your solo albums have done well, and you write all your own songs?" They continue, motioning to my newest album sitting on their desk.

"Yes, my solo albums have done surprisingly well, and I write my own songs. I do accept and sing other songs sometimes, but I usually have a story told throughout my albums, and throwing in a random song messes that up." I explained.

"Did you and Mick Ronson keep in contact during this?" They question, looking at me in interest.

"Of course! In the beginning, Ronno and I called every week at the least, and we would send letters sometimes too!" I state ecstatically before calming myself down.

"How did that work? He was touring at the time right?" They ask in a befuddled way.

"Yes he was, but he would tell me the places he would be as well as the dates that he would be there, and I would do the same with him. It was a little complicated, but it was worth it." I reply, my hands waving as I mimic us writing letters.

"Honestly though, what would you send him that couldn't be said over the phone?" They ask after a few moments, laughing as their mind runs.

"Photos, drawings, songs, food-"

"Photos?" I can hear what they're implying, and I can't help but squint my face in disgust. The crowd's laughter magnified at my reaction.

"Stop thinking like that, you all have dirty minds! I would take pictures of me and the band, as well as the places around me. I loved drawing as well, so I would send him some, as well as some songs that I thought he would enjoy playing. Lastly, I knew he was getting food, but I knew it wasn't food he was used to, so I would bake him something, or buy him local snacks and ship them off to the correct address." I explain, describing the different things I would send him.

"Did he ask you to do any of this?"

"No, Ronno was never a complainer, he hated telling people his issues. I was usually the exception, but he prefers telling me in person as compared to over the phone or in a letter. He did enjoy them though, and he would send me songs and pictures as well. I remember him snapping a picture of his drummer scarfing down some cookies I made!" I jubilantly state, smirking as I remember that the picture is still hanging on my fridge.

"You sent him all these lovely things, what did he send you?"

"I never asked for anything more than a letter or a phone call, but he would send me these extravagant songs, asking me how I thought they sounded and if I liked them. He would also send me drawings - he's not really an artist, but he knows I love the little doodles he does randomly, so he started sending them to me." I grin, knowing Ronni will be embarrassed by me sharing this information.

"Was this an easier time in your life or would you consider it one of the more stressful?" Ah, here it comes, the questions I am most dreading.

"The fame and fortune made my financial issues about none, but socially I felt isolated. I had played in popular bands before, but never like this, I was only consistently around my band mates and the people that worked for them. I only really talked with Jagger and Keith, and then Keith randomly started hating me, so I was down to only talking to Jagger." I reply almost subconsciously, my mind wanting to distance itself from these memories.

"What about Ronson? I thought you said you had weekly phone calls and sent letters?" They ask in confusion.

"We did, but about 3 months into that, David started complaining to Ronno that he spent too much time talking to me, and that he was ignoring his band mates for someone he might never see again." The answer in a short tone, clearly still holding resentment for David's decision.

"David said that?" They say in shock.

"Yah, he said it straight to Ronno's face. We obviously didn't stop talking, we kept calling and messaging each other, but it lessened after that to about 1 call every 2 weeks. They became much longer phone calls though, he said that David was limiting his amount of calls, but stated that David couldn't limit his time, so we would end up talking through the entire night!" I smile on glee, our weak form of rebellion still makes my heart warm.

"We've talked about Ronson and his band mates reactions, but how did your bandmates react?" They continue, going down a different avenue.

"Well, everyone basically made fun of me and said we were in love. They told me to stop being so desperate because I was probably annoying Ronno, that remark actually made me start to overthink a lot. I started worrying that I was annoying him, and that he didn't like talking to me anymore. I think that's around the time I began to develop anxiety, I was already depressed, so that just added on to my plate." I responded before realizing I was over sharing on live TV.

"Did you tell Ronson about that? How did he react?" They gratefully kept moving right along, not leaving an awkward silence.

"Well, I never actually told him about that, I think this is the first time he's hearing this." I smile in discomfort, and an uncertain smile on my face.

"Really? You never spoke to him about any of this?" They ask in surprise, slightly taken aback.

"My anxiety had me thinking that saying a single word to him was annoying him, so no, I didn't just start talking about this to him. It was a really dark spot for me, the person to pull me through was Jagger actually. He noticed my extensive isolation, how I stopped eating around others, how I stopped talking. He really pulled through for me, which is probably why I'm still friends with him." I voice solemnly, deciding that I might as well be honest about the situation since there is no going back now.

"I know this is a heavy topic for you, I have some more questions, but if you're uncomfortable we can move on." Wish you had said that earlier, but oh well.

"Ask away, we can just skip the ones I'm uncomfortable with." I smile in response.

"Alright, what did Mick do? Did he just pull you aside and talk to you?"

"No actually, he wrote a song and asked if I would listen to it." I responded.

"What?" Perhaps I should rephrase my vague response.

"That's honestly what he did. But he wrote a song with true meaning, it was rather dark, and it actually made me cry and begin to hyperventilate. We were alone, so he just rushed over and helped calm me down; he didn't ask me any questions until I had completely relaxed." I explained honestly.

"What did he say exactly?" They continue.

"He just apologized, asking if I wanted to talk. I said no at first, but then he asked why I've been distancing myself from him and the band, why all the songs I was writing were either dark or sad.

I told him the truth, that I was depressed, that I felt so intensely alone, and that I could no longer talk to Ronno because I was probably annoying him." An uncomfortable shiver ran up my spine, reliving those memories makes me feel nauseous.

"How did he react to that? I can't really picture him being the best at giving advice and comfort." She smiles in a joking way, attempting to lighten the conversation.

"He was lovely, he hugged me like a giant teddy bear and told me that he would help me through this. We talked for a while, he asked me why I thought I was annoying Ronno, and I told him what the band had said to me." I answer, feeling a small smile appear at the memory of Mick comforting me.

"What did he say to that?"

"He told me that they were a bunch of single idiots who were jealous, and that I shouldn't ruin a meaningful relationship with my best friend by believing the words of immature drug addicts." I respond, barely withholding my laughter as I watch everyone's reaction.

"He said that?!" They nearly yell, everyone laughing at my answer.

"Yes, and the next day he told them all off for belittling me. During our talk he spoke to me about my isolation, I explained that I did that when I was sad or feeling out of place, and he asked what he could do to make me feel like a part of the team. He honestly made me cry a couple of times from how caring he was. Then he started talking about heavier subjects, such as why I wasn't eating during lunch breaks, why I never accepted snacks, and why I was noticeably losing weight." I state, realizing that I was now broaching the subject of my eating disorder.

"That must've been tough." They state seriously.

"It was, I realized at that moment, how much I missed Ronno. I asked Jagger if he wanted me to leave the band since I was such a problem, but he told me to stop being an idiot. The next day I was given a few sheepish apologies from my band mates, and Jagger became a very prominent person in my life from that day on." I explained.

"That's good. So Mick Jagger stepping up to help you must've put him pretty high on your list of friends right?"

"Yes, I only realized how much he was doing for me when he barged into my room during a depressive episode and all but shoved the phone into my hand. I distinctly remember him telling me not to come out until tomorrow morning. When I held the phone up, he had actually dialed up Ronno, who sounded very tired and confused, as well as concerned." I smile, these are the memories that I hold onto dearly.

"Really? How did he know what number to call?"

"I assume he went snooping around my desk, in one of my drawers was a paper with dates, addresses, and numbers. It was one of the sweetest things anybody had ever done for me." The look on my face was genuine, that was honestly one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me.

"I know you two are still good friends, but was there ever the possibility of anything more?" Oh boy, I hate it when they try to talk about this subject.

"I did find him to be attractive if that's what you're asking, but I was never in love with him. He did ask me out on a date and I had said yes, the date was lovely, but we got caught in a crowd of fans and he was like how he normally is. It made me remember how many groupies I'd seen leaving his room, and how many women I've seen smothered over him at all times, and it scared me away from ever allowing myself to love him." I reply sincerely.

"Could there have been something? If you hadn't cut it off?" They continue to push the topic.

"There could've been something eventually - from the despondent look on his face when I said I didn't want a relationship, I think he wanted us to become something more. I don't regret what I did, I like the friendship I have with him, the last thing I wanted to do was ruin it with his promiscuity and my need for loyalty. We've moved on though, I kind of see him as the older brother I never had." I reply, explaining my reasoning and the aftermath.

"Well, since that ship has definitely sunk, what about Ronson? Was there ever anything there?" They just won't give up will they?

"No... Well, there was one time in high school when we thought we should try dating, but that was spurred on by our teenage inability to understand that we loved each other, but not in that way. We realized that that wasn't us when we tried to act like a couple and both noticed that it felt forced. Ever since then we've been best friends." I state.

"Gosh, you're shooting down all of the fan favorites. Are you interested in anyone? Anyone at all?" They sound slightly exasperated, maybe I should throw them a bone.

"Hmmm... Maybe." I smile, a mischievous glint surely in my eye.

"What do you mean maybe? You can't leave the fans hanging like that!" I can tell that I have their genuine attention now.

"Well, ever since David and I have become friends, I've been... slightly interested in him." I say, jumping straight into the deep end.

"..." The silence could almost be described as palpable, it almost makes me want to laugh at how everyone is stunned into silence.

"Well, don't just stare at me." I laugh lightly.

"... I'm sorry, just processing. Does David know this?" They ask in hurried confusion.

"Well, if he's watching like he said he would, then he knows now." I laughed once again, but this time it had an air of uncertainty to it.

"Don't tell me you just confessed over live TV, in an interview no less!" They say in shock, looking at me with wide eyes.

"What if he doesn't reciprocate!" Their response makes me shiver in discomfort at that possibility, but I respond in humor.

"Then I die of embarrassment, cut all ties, and become a hermit!" I state loudly.

"Oh don't do that Y/N! Only healthy reactions are allowed on this show." The crowd laughs lightly at our convo.

I'm about to respond, but my Motorola starts ringing in my bag. I look to the interviewer before quickly digging through my bag and pulling out the phone. I sheepishly glance at it, the audience having fallen silent at the interruption.

"Is it alright if I answer this? It might be important." I state, I know this sounds bad, but it could actually be important since I left my home and animals under the care of my neighbor.

"Of course, but you owe us one more question before you leave then." They respond, holding out their hand.

"Deal!" I agree, shaking their hand quickly.

"Hello, this is Y/N." I state in a professional tone, getting a funny look from the interviewer at my seriousness.

"Y/N darling!" I am thrown off by the happy and familiar tone.

"...David?!" I state in slight confusion, everyone seeming to lean in closer.

"...Yes?" He responds in the same tone, making fun of the way I responded.

"Why are you calling me? I'm in an interview." I explain, swiftly going back to my professional tone.

"Yes well, when someone confesses they are interested in dating you, I thought the first thing one should do is accept." He responds in a joking yet serious tone.

I'm silent for a few moments in surprise, did David just say he wants to date me too?

"Well, don't leave me without a response darling... Will you go on a date with me?" His serious and self assured tone dwindled slightly, I can hear his uncertainty.

"Yes." My response was short, it was rushed and all I could muster with my amount of shock.

"Good, I'll pick you up after the interview, so I'll see you in a few minutes." He stated before hanging up.

I can't contain the overjoyed smile that spreads across my face, most certainly accompanied by a warm blush. The audience snickers as I clumsily put my phone away, then they start laughing as the interviewer stares at me with a smug grin.

"Who was that?" They ask tauntingly.

"Ohhh... no one." I try to brush it off, but I know no one is believing.

"Really! Does this no one happen to be named David Bowie?" They continue.

I avert my eyes in embarrassment, the audience laughing even louder as I sheepishly nod my head.

#david bowie fanfic #david bowie x reader #david bowie imagine #david bowie fluff #david bowie #david bowie one shot #female insert #female reader #female writers #female author #famous reader #celebrity reader #interview #mick jagger #mick ronson #ziggy stardust #the rolling stones

[anundyingfidelity]

MEMORIES LOST — Jareth x ofc/fem reader. Ch. 2.

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 counter: 866.

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.

In this chapter: Just Jareth watching (spying) his visitor. Warnings of voyeurism.

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

Chapter 1. | Chapter 2. | Chapter 3.

The next time Jareth was sure he would not forget about Leah came soon enough. He would not forget her so easily.

The woman was calm and submissive to him, taking in every order and indication the King was giving, either to her or his goblins. She was a fast learner, something Jareth truly appreciated a lot for sure.

Each day that passed in the Castle, was an exciting day of learning new things from the mind of the new mysterious woman doing her way around the place.

A smirk formed on his lips as he looked over Leah through the crystal in his hand. Jareth used to check on her from time to time using the small crystal, and lately it had become more of a daily habit before going to bed. Was it wrong? Maybe. She could do personal things he wasn't supposed to see, but since when Jareth did care about that? He wasn't very fond of moral and good behavior anyway.

Leah was graceful and phisically beautiful, and Jareth liked that. Her appearance and looks complemented the way she would talk to him, like a scared puppy who was barely rescued from a thunder storm, giving all her loyalty and fear only to him, the Goblin King. He really missed the feeling of being feared and respected at the same time.

She was doing excellent by serving and helping around. Jareth even found out she loved working in the Castle when he read his mind some days back. Anything he asked, she did for him without hesitation. He wondered if that could be useful in some other ways.

He was no fool. When he came around, the woman would certainly feel electricity running through her body. A type of energy that was known and uncertain at the same time - something that was trully exciting to her. Leah didn't know why or how, but the Goblin king slowly created this type of masculine and strong energy around her whenever he entered the room, and she grew up to admit to herself she actually liked it.

That night, Jareth observed the woman around her bedroom, taking her dresses and clean clothes to the wooden closet. Once she finished and organized the place, Leah started to undress in front of the full lenght mirror. She took off the straps of her dress slowly, loosing herself in the reflection of her own body, barely recognizing her own reflection.

Leah wondered what had happened before she fell to the Underground. How her life would have been without her being under the orders and the hands of the Goblin king. She didn't remember a single thing... yet. And Jareth found himself again looking after the woman, trying to get back any memory on her mind. But she did not remember any single thing, as in countless of times she tried before in front of the same mirror before going to bed, and repeat the same routine the next day.

She asked herself if Jareth was guilty of her being trapped in the Goblin city. And her thought made him smirk.

It wasn't part of his plans, but there she was. Questioning her own existence in front of the mirror, half naked, with a hand carresing the skin of her neck and her breasts delicately with one word in mind: Jareth.

Her hand found that sweet, prohibited and slightly wet place between her legs. She didn't remember feeling something like this before, but the sting and excitement felt like the first time Jareth laid his hand on her cheek.

The Goblin king became amazed with the girl, touching herself and discovering her own body on what it looked it was the first time - at least that she was aware of. Jareth read her thoughts, finding out he was the reason of her arousal. The simple thought of him creating that sweet sensation on Leah sent him over the edge. He was ridiculously proud and immediately inflated his ego - and his pants at the same time. But he was also bothered knowing he was only able to see her through a miserable crystal.

Sweat ran down her body as she, gently, worked two of her fingers between her legs. Leah tried to hold back her moans, but small whimpers escaped her lips even if she tried to stop them. Her fingers transitioned their slow and delicate motion to a rather fast one, and a weird, explosive sensation built down her stomach, until it felt like she was almost touching the sky.

Jareth noticed she was close. It filled him with excitement and anticipation. He wanted to keep her face coming down from her high on his mind forever. The way she tried to catch her breath and how she bit her lip while her body trembled was certainly a heavenly view. And again, he felt his dick extremely hard on his tight pants, and disappointed for not being there and give her what he knew she deserved.

"One day, little dove. One day," he mumbled to himself, still looking at Leah through the crystal, coming from her high. "Soon you will give in to me, in body, mind and soul."

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[seatbythevampyre]

hi, can you make a singer! female reader for David Bowie, during the Ziggy Stardust Era, where David needs help with his nails or makeup before a show and she helps? lots of flirting and sexual tension but you can decide to smut or not

thanks

Absolutely!! Sorry it’s taken so long, and thanks for being my first request🫶👨🏻‍🎤 let me know if you want a part 2

NSFW. TW: A LITTLE BIT OF BLOOD. (Reader bites their lip a bit too hard…)

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You sighed, looking in the mirror and nitpicking every detail of your makeup and outfit. You were opening for David Bowie at the Stone Balloon. It was your first performance in front of more than 50 people, and considering Springsteen played there the night before AND you were opening for David, you really had to not fuck this up.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a knock on the door. Before you could get to it, it swung open. And there he was. David Bowie. He was completely ready to go… beautiful makeup and a very tight fitting jumpsuit. Left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Hi, love. I know you go on soon but can you help me paint my nails? The spiders are still getting ready.” He said in a bit of a mumbled and frantic tone. The thought of touching his pale, slender fingers sent shock waves through your body. You nodded.

“Of course, David,” You smiled and you two sat on the couch before he handed you the gold nail polish. You extended your hand to him so you could start, but he placed his hand down softly on your thigh. He smiled at the way it made you tremble. He wasn’t oblivious to the effect he had on just about everyone.

“You know, Y/N, I’m very excited to see you perform tonight.” He smiled that smile that made you melt. The contrast between the bold move he made and the shyness in his voice made you want to grab him by his waist and- “Y/N…?” He gently tapped your thigh.

“Oh, dear… I’m sorry I guess I zoned out.” Your cheeks were red, you were sure of that. “But thank you. It means a lot. Coming from someone such as yourself, you know…” You trailed off as you finally opened the nail polish, needing a distraction from all that was going on in your head. You heard him giggle as you started painting his nails, softly steadying his hand on your thigh with your own.

“Such as me?” He asked, teasing. You looked up at him for a moment and smiled before continuing what you were doing.

“Yes, silly. You’re David Bowie. God, I’m nervous to even be touching you right now.” You gasped a bit, meaning to say that last bit in your head. You bit your lip so hard that the sensitive skin pricked blood. But you didn’t care about that. Your hands shook and it became increasingly difficult to focus on painting his nails.

“Nervous from such a simple touch? My, my, sweetheart. I didn’t think you had it as bad as me.” Your jaw nearly hit the floor at his words. You looked up and met his eyes. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re beautiful.”

He glanced down at your lips for a moment before leaning in. You closed your eyes and leaned in, but you were disappointed when no contact was made. You opened your eyes and before you could tell him he was being a tease, he smirked and swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. The moan it elicited from you was embarrassing. All you could do was stare in awe at your blood smeared on his lips. The smirk on his face…he was waiting for you to do something. You’d heard stories of the kind of partner he was… all kinds of rumors about his bedroom tendencies. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding. You had an idea of what he wanted…and you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t imagined tying him to a bedpost and riding him until he was crying underneath you. He was perfect. Slender, pale, strange… and that waist. Oh, that waist. A smirk found its way to your lips as the lust drowned out the nervousness. You hummed and looked down, going back to painting his nails.

He whined, “Come here, babe. I don’t need the nail polish as bad as I need you.” The thought of David being so needy for you already just made you enjoy this little plan of yours even more.

“And you’ll have me, darling…in just a moment.” You finished painting the last nail and closed the bottle, setting in on the vanity of your changing room. You came back from the vanity and stood in front of where he was sitting. You hummed approvingly when he looked up at you.

“But I can’t…” he waved his hands around. “They aren’t dry yet,” he groaned and flopped over dramatically so that he was laying on his back. Perfect.

“I know,” you mumbled and moved to straddle his lap. You wasted no time in grinding yourself against him. He gawked up at you, assumingely not expecting this from you. You felt him get hard from your torturous grinding. He couldn’t touch you. You had all the control.

“Ohhh, you’re evil…” he moaned out with a little chuckle. His eyes remained steadfast on you, and a permanent rosy pink dusting his cheeks and ears. He sat up on his elbows and leaned forward in attempt to capture your lips, but you pulled back. The pathetic whimper that escaped his mouth only further stoked the fire burning in you. “Please…please…” He choked out and looked up at you, “I’ve been good, haven’t I? I need to cum I- Oh fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head and you quickly hopped off of him.

“Aww…no, babyboy. Not yet.” You kissed his forehead and watched the aftermath of his ruined orgasm. His body was trembling as he moved his hand down to palm himself through his pants. You swatted his hand away. “No.” Then you remember what you were even doing here. Oh right I’m fucking performing. You glanced at the clock and smirked.

David sighed and leaned his head on your leg. “Be careful treating me like this. I may just become obsessed with you.” He smirked.

“Yeah? I wouldn’t mind.” You ruffled his hair and chuckled before leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Be good and keep your hands off of that pretty cock of yours until after the show and I may just fuck you as a reward.” He nodded furiously.

As you turned to walk out of the dressing room to go on stage, he grabbed your wrist and stood up clumsily. David wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into a sweet kiss. It was slow, passionate…a kiss that made you feel like the world around you didn’t exist. After he pulled away you just smiled and kissed his forehead before walking out of the dressing room.

You couldn’t deny the way he makes you feel. The way he’s always made you feel. It was scary. What if you fell for him? And how could you not after having him in such an intimate way? Little did you know, he was already madly in love with you.

#David Bowie #david bowie x reader #ziggy x reader #ziggy stardust #David Bowie fanfic #jareth x reader #the goblin king x reader #thomas jerome newton #the man who fell to earth #bowie #x reader #fanfic #classic rock

[lavender-at-heart]

Dating David bowie:

Pairing: David bowie x gn!reader

Request: hey! if reqs are open, could you please do a general david bowie (late 60s early 70s) headcannons? nothing specific, anything you want to write! ♡

Warnings:

Notes: Thank you for the ask!!!! My requests are open so pop one in if you have the time! Hope you enjoy, feedback is welcome and appreciated!<3 also i relize that a lot of my moodboard pics are from later years oops

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Ok let's get one thing straight, David bowie is like top 3 boyfriends to ever exist. I mean just look at him and Iman

But enough about iman this is about you 🤭🤩

Like considering the money and power he has you'd definitely be able to have some super cool abnormal dates

He'd rent out a theme park for the night, and tell you to invite all your friends

You'd go on as many roller coasters as you could and didn't have to wait in a single line

He'd play some stupid game and win you the biggest teddy bear ever

In return you'd win him a matching bear and name the two stuffies after you guys.

You'd also go to the coolest places in whatever city you happened to be in

Sightseeing is a must

You guys take amazing photos and eventually start a photo album shortly after you start your relationship

You always go to his shows, to show your love and support, and because his music is so god damn amazing.

Sometimes you'll be the one to do his makeup before shows

That's also one of the things you do together. He'll do your makeup,you do his.

Sometimes (all the time) he'll ask for you opinions on his wardrobe, which colours to wear that day or which pattern to choose.

Your opinion is the only thing that matters to him and he deeply cherishes your input

You'll design his stage outfits together

He loves shopping for you too, insisting you'd look amazing in anything

"Well love you see, I thought you'd look really pretty in the new Hermes scarf but I couldn't chose a colour...so I bought them all."

While life can sometimes be at energy level 1000, there's also softer more domestic times that both you and David cherish

Waking up at 1pm and cooking breakfast together>>>>

You guys enjoy trying new cooking or baking recipies

Movie nights are a must

Just cozying up on the couch and putting on a comfort movie

You guys also paint together

David loves to draw and paint you it helps him relax from a stressful day

Sometimes things can be difficult with Davids mental and physical health, but you both try your very hardest to help him.

Staying home alone just the two of you can do wonders for his attitude

Reading books together is a must too

Sometimes you'd introduce him to a new book because you think it would make a killer song

And as much as David's fame is a blessing it can be a curse to

It's very hard to have complete privacy for long periods of time

And sometimes you have feelings of doubt on whether you are good enough

But you channel that doubt into a new adventure

You'd try all sorts of fashion,hair and makeup styles and see which ones david liked the most

If your the type to get your nails done then he is all ears. He loved to come with you to the salon, help pick colours, styles, ect

"What about stars- glitter stars???!!!" 😮

Of course with his line of work you sometimes have to be separated for long periods of time, but he always makes it up to you

He'll come home at 2 in the morning bearing gifts of the questionable variety

You'll be all tired and just see him holding a giant duck

"See it only looks like a duck, it's actually and lamp that doubles as a makeup storage kit!"

"...what?❤️"

You'd buy a big ol' house in the middle of nowhere to start your lives together

He'd fill it with the most wonderfully peculiar art pieces

You'd love getting to design a home together

Needless to say life with David is never dull

#david bowie x reader #david bowie #david bowie headcannons

[deamonswh0re]

Guys I have something very serious and important to say……

Smash

#david bowie #labrinth #David Bowie x reader #jareth x reader

[littleskittles325]

Sweet words & dirty thoughts

(This was requested by a friend)

AN:I’m so sorry for not posting, I’ve really had a really bad month!

Summary:You’ve been having dirty thoughts about your boyfriend that leave you exticed. he’s noticed this,but hasn’t built up enough courage to ask about it.

Smut

You and David have been in a relationship for awhile now, and you’ve discover most of your desires for each other. Though, you swore to eachother you’d say something if you felt something new physically,mentally,or sexually, but there was one thing you felt you just couldn’t tell him. When he’d help you cook or bake, you’d notice his strong hands and his visible blue veins.

It made you wanna imagine how they’d feel around your neck choking you as he fucked the life out of you, or how his dreamy-but-wonky eyes would look begging you to let him cum. But David wasn’t really into hardcore sex,he was more of a make love person and whisper sweet nothings as he kissed you passionately and just-right slowly thrusting in and out of you.

You think David was catching on though, cause he started to ask you why you where spacing out, or say “what ya think’n about love?” and wink. Well today was the day, you were going to tell him your little thoughts.(and hopefully get to fulfill one) You decided to get a little dressed up, knowing how David loves dressing you down. You put on a red dress,loving how it hugged your waist and ass,and some light makeup but bold (red,black,brown) lipstick.

When you where done you layed on the couch and started thinking about how he’d react, would he be mad,shocked,disgusted or happy? Your heart was beating hard in your chest you were really nervous.Then,you heard a knock on the door, you partially jumped to the door and opened it.

You saw your smiling boyfriend waiting for you to open the door all the way.

“Hey darling, can I come in?”he said looking confused. You nervously open the door and reveal your dress and makeup. He immediately picks you up and kisses you after closing the door. “You look gorgeous” he say kissing your neck leaving small marks. “D-David, wait” you say putting your hand in his blonde hair.

He stops and looks at you in his arms.

“Yes?” He said looking into your eyes.

“I wanna try something new” you say, as you feel him walking to the couch and sitting you down there.

“Ok,like what love?” He says looking into your eyes again.

I…” you started, you waited a moment.

“Love,I don’t judge you,go ahead” he said putting his hand on your thigh.

You trembled looking at his hand and tried to say it again.

“I’ve been thinking about your hands…and…your..eyes..”

You think he caught on the moment you said that cause the energy in the room changed quick.

“Oh really?” He smirks and widens his eyes.

“Yes…” you mumble

“I want you to be rough with me this time” you whisper, looking at him.

Before you could say anything else his lips smashed onto yours, making you yelp in suprise

You feel shocked and relived at the same.

“Yes..” this side of him was hot,actually very hot.

“You know I love this dress love.” He says rubbing his hand on your ass.

Should I continue thisss? Idkkk

#fem!reader #smut writing #little skittles #david bowie #david bowie x reader #david bowie smut #dom fem!reader #should i continue?

[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.

#Jareth #jareth the goblin king #jareth fanfiction #jareth fanfic #jareth imagine #jareth x reader #david bowie #david bowie fanfic #david bowie fanfiction #david bowie imagine #david bowie x reader

[reapers-lover]

Jareth sfw alphabet 

○ Jareth SFW alphabet ○

Jareth X Fem!Reader

Template by @the-coldest-goodbye

A~ Affection.  How affectionate are they?  How do they show affection? 

Jareth is very clingy. He is a clingy mother fucker. But I feel like he might need time to warm up to you enough to be that clingy. He will cuddle you or I could even see him just praising you.

B~ Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I feel like he would be a really good best friend. very kind and willing to listen to you vent. But I feel like once you both start to form a connection he might start falling for you. And if he does he will fall fast 

C~ Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man would love to cuddle you. He loves nothing more than to lay down next to you and just hold you in his arms. He loves being that close to you. Again I just think it might take some time for him to be ready to do that

D~ Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Jareth would be willing to settle down and would love to start a family with you. Cooking and cleaning however are not his strong suits. He has had goblins to do just for him for a very long time. But I think he would love to sit there and bake or cook with you. And if there's flour ever being used most of it will end up everywhere but where it should be.

E~ Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I don't think Jareth would be the one to break up with someone as he is a very devoted partner. But if he did he would be calm while explaining it and gently say how he doesn't want to be with you anymore. He will be there to comfort you and will stay close with you just not in the sense of lovers

F~ Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If he had the choice he would have got down on one knee the first time he laid eyes on you. Once you decide to stay with him he sees that as you already accepting it and quickly considers you his queen. But he will make it official soon enough and throw a huge celebration for yours and his engagement. 

G~ Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Jareth would be very gentle with you physically. But I feel as though he would have trouble being gentle emotionally. He has been stuck as the goblin king for centuries with little human interaction. So I think he would have a hard time being gentle with certain things and would be more blunt about things that should be said lightly.

H~ Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Jareth again loves hugs. Anything that means he gets to touch you and be next to you he loves it. He comes up behind you and hugs you all the time. His hugs would be very lovely. Warm and consuming to the point you probably wouldn't ever want to let go.

I~ I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This man falls quickly so he probably would have wanted to say it the second he saw you. But I feel as though he would try and control himself to wait at least another day or two to see how things might turn out. But trust me he would and could have said it at the very beginning.

J~ Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Jareth gets very very jealous sometimes. He doesn't want to lose you so when he sees you talking with someone else or interacting with someone he may just lose his shit. But on the outside he can control it fairly well as he doesn't want to upset you. But if it gets to much he will storm out of the room in all his glittery glory to regain your attention.

K~ Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He is a very good kisser for someone who again has Been pretty much alone for centuries.  He would probably kiss you anywhere but his favorites would probably be your head, your hand, your thighs,And of course your lips.

L~ Little ones (How are they around children?)

Jareth is fairly experienced with the care of children. As that's kind of his job. He would definitely be able to solve a crying baby problem. But in the case of diapers or cleaning up messes he usually gets the goblins to help.

M~ Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Unless he has some work that needs to get done he will lay in bed and cuddle with you for as long as he can. On days like that you also usually get ready together and if time allows you'll both have breakfast together too.

N~ Night (How are nights spent with them?)

As long as no one is trying to run, the labyrinth nights are spent right next to him falling asleep in his arms. However sometimes he will take you stargazing which is something he enjoys a lot. On nights he is working you will usually wait for him to be done or go and rest with him in his throne room.

O~ Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

While he would rush a lot of different things I feel like he would wait for this one. He really wouldn't reveal much about him and his past as he is more of a listener than a talker. So getting him to open up will absolutely take some time.

P~ Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Jareth tries not to lose his temper with you but he still does sometimes. Usually when he is overwhelmed or jealous. He doest like losing his temper with you though so he will quickly come and apologize and make sure you're ok.

Q~ Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would remember a lot of what you say. Maybe not all of it. But he will remember good or bad. He also tends to pick up on your tendencies. He will notice what you do when you are upset or happy and will secretly keep that as a way to help you.

R~ Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory is probably waking up next to you for the first time. Being able to see your calm face as you sleep. He just kind of sat there and watched you. And to this day it's his favorite memory of you.

S~ Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Jareth is very protective. It ties in a lot with his Jealousy. He tends to be very protective because he doesn't want to lose you. He doesn't want to see you hurt.. so if something is going on He will make sure you are safely at his side and away from any danger.

T~ Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in a lot of effort. Man would give you the world if he could. He loves getting you little gifts like jewelry or clothes. But he also tends to just pick things up too. He has given you hand picked flowers and shiny rocks that make him think of you.

U~ Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He tends to lose his temper a lot and I think that's probably his worst habit but he might have a problem with chewing his nails or leaving things untidy.

V~ Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He cares about looking presentable incase of company. And he definitely has a soft spot for fashion which you enjoy a lot.

W~ Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. You mean everything to him. if he lost you he wouldn't know what to himself. himself. You're his other half, his soulmate if you will. And he can't even stand the thought of losing you.

X~ Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If you are ever feeling insecure or upset he will be right there to cheer you up in a heartbeat. He loves you and hates to see you so sad and hurting.

Y~ Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like people who aren't very hygienic. I feel that since he is a king he wants to be presentable and that goes with hygiene too. If it's a thing that you can't help then he will try his best to help you during tough times so you don't form bad habits and to keep you healthy.

Z~ Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Cuddling up to you. Before you came he had trouble sleeping and rarely got enough sleep at night. But after you arrived he started getting more sleep and feels very safe at night knowing you are always there.

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My Muse is a Star

Bowie X Reader

-The man who inspired your art has his work in the same exhibit-

It was your first art exhibit, you’d somehow managed to get the gallery to hang your work for tonight’s show. You’d been trying your best to focus on other things leading up to it, you were so nervous you never even checked the guest list. So you got to the gallery and picked up one of the guides. You scanned down the names, seeing if you could find anything interesting. And that’s when you gasped and nearly dropped the little pamphlet and mumbled to yourself. “David Bowie…”

Bowie had his art here too? You quickly straightened yourself back out, very aware of the eyes that were on you due to the fact that you gasped a LOT louder than you thought you did… But you composed yourself and made your way to where your art was. You put it up a week in advance, just to avoid any issues. Making your way into the hall with your paintings, you noticed someone else’s paintings in the same hallway on the other side. But no one was there. The exhibit had just opened so it would more than likely fill out soon.

You sighed, not loving the idea of your work possibly being overshadowed by another persons. But the paintings captivated you. The one that caught your eye was a portrait of a more…modern style. The skin tone was a grey blue, almost muddy, but in a way that seemed intentional. It just worked. You took a step closer and thought to yourself,

“Huh…kinda looks like-“

“Hello? Oh sorry, you’re Y/N right?” A voice said from behind you.

You whipped your head around at the sound of the man’s voice. You knew who it was even before your eyes met. But once they did, you felt your knees grow weak.

“Yes! It’s really great to meet you, David. You’re a huge inspiration for my art,” you said as calmly as you possibly could.

He just waved his hand a bit, smiling and shaking his head. “Well I appreciate that but I’m nothing special, you know? Just an artist. Like yourself.”

The comparison he made baffled you. Sure, you were an artist but not in the sense that David was. No one was Bowie except Bowie. You were going to ask him about his paintings, but he beat you to it.

“So I see a lot of similar motifs in your work…” he said, slowly walking over to your art, standing with his brows pinched as he studied it. His focused face quickly turned into a smile. “A lot of familiar ones. So you like space?” He turned to you, looking like he definitely had more to say.

He could tell how nervous you were to be around him, so he was trying to make conversation about your art to take your mind off of it. Little did he know he was your one and only muse. To talk about your art without mentioning David would be impossible.

“I like space because of you.” You said and realized the weight of your words…it’s like you felt them weighing the air down. Here you were, finally recognized for your work and the man who inspired it is standing in front of you, asking about it. What a prick. Like it would be easy to answer.

His face softened and he looked down at the ground for a moment. With a little giggle, he looked back up at you, walking closer.

“I don’t want to sound like a total narcissist but are you saying that I partially inspired these beautiful pieces?” The hint of a smirk tugged at his lips as he crowded your space.

“Completely, actually. Not partially. Every painting is color picked from a different picture of you. And then I use the colors to paint something space related. Like an homage, you know? Like a, uhm…like a secret thank you, whispered into the dark of an empty room. That’s all they ever were. And now here I am. Here you are. It’s all very surreal.” Your face for red as you noticed you were ranting. “Jesus…I’m sorry.” When you looked back over at him though, he was staring at you softly…His eyebrows slightly raised and his lips parted.

“I’m not sure I know what to say. And it’s not often I’m left speechless.” He chuckled a bit and glanced back at your art for a moment. “Let me make you dinner after this. I’d really love to pick your brain…learn more about you. What do you say, darling?”

All you could do was nod as people started flooding in. You sighed a bit as your conversation was cut short. You weren’t shocked that everyone was crowded around David. You smiled though as you heard him directing everyone to your work. Of course, because he’s David Bowie, they listened. You both spent a few hours talking to people, giving autographs and whatnot. Until finally 9PM came and the last person filtered out of the hallway. You turned around to look at David only to see he was already looking at you. He blushed a bit and looked away for a moment.

“So, dinner?” He asked and walked up to you, offering up his arm for you to take. So you did, interlocking the two of you as your elbows as you practically clung to him. If he minded, he sure wasn’t showing it.

The two of you walked out of the building, arms linked, and David called for a cab. Which you thought was odd, wouldn’t he have a chauffeur or something. He chuckled as you two got in the cab, he seemingly spotted the confused look on your face.

“I like being a normal person nowadays. I prefer to keep a low profile. I spent so much of my life sharing it with others that I never got to live it completely for myself. So…we take a cab.” He smiles and slides his hand over to rest on top of yours. You glanced up at the driver before looking at David. You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you felt like you might cry. But mostly, all you wanted to do was kiss this beautiful man next to you.

“I-I think thats beautiful, David. Really. I admire you just…” you got self conscious when you remembered you two weren’t alone and lowered your voice a bit. “Just so much and…I’m very excited for dinner.” You smiled and placed your free hand on top of his, giving it a little squeeze and looking into his eyes. You stared at his lips… his perfect cupids bow. And of course, his eyes. They were even more mesmerizing in person. You subconsciously leaned forward a bit as you studied his features, and he grinned when your eyes trailed back up to his. And it was like he could read your thoughts….

“Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon…” he said, chuckling a bit.

”Jesus….” You mumbled, laughing a little and hanging your head. Did you really look so desperate for him? You must have.

Sure enough, moments later you pulled up to his apartment on Lafayette in NYC. He got out behind you and gave the driver a 100 dollar bill before closing the door. He snaked an arm around your waist as he escorted you inside. You yelped at the touch, which just made him laugh again.

“You seem really amused with how much of a tease you are.” You mumbled as he practically pushed you inside of his apartment and you just giggled and stumbled through the door. “Hey! What the hell!” You faked a pout, putting your hands on your hips.

But as soon as you’d started that, it was over, because David had grabbed you and pinned you against the wall. You gasped, closing your eyes and bracing for the plush of his lips to finally attack your skin. But he didn’t, he just pinned your hands above your head and stared at you. The same starry eyed stare he gave you in the gallery.

“D-David-“ you started, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“I want you to tell me again what you told me back there. At the gallery. Your secret thank you… say it again.” His voice seemed to drop an octave, eyes even more piercing than usual as he breathed on your face.

“My art… I couldn’t ever thank you in person for inspiring me. So everything I did I made sure that you were a part of it. Of my art. You have to be, David. I wouldn’t be who I was without you…” you couldn’t remember exactly what you said. David smiled softly but he shook his head.

“And then you said your paintings were just…secret little thank you’s whispered into a dark room. You said that. And I think it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Makes me want to make love to you.” He then slotted his leg in between both of yours, causing you to gasp and let out a little moan.

“You’d regret me, David. I get attached.” You said, voice shaky, trying your best not to rut on his thigh like a bitch in heat.

“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. You already are. Don’t lie to yourself, either.” He said softly, his eyes flicking towards your lips then back up to your eyes. “And as far as that goes, you think I don’t know that? I don’t have any intention of letting you slip away from me, darling.”

He finally closed the gap between you two. The kiss wasn’t as aggressive as you thought it would be. He let your arms drop to your sides before gently holding your face as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. It was soft as he licked into your mouth, he groaned and kissed you slowly. Like he was savoring the taste. Right before you went to bully your own tongue into his mouth, he pulled back, looking at you with a soft smile. And he spoke even softer now…

“I’m getting ahead of myself. I do believe that I promised you dinner…” he winked and turned around after giving your forehead a quick peck and headed to the kitchen.

You were frozen in place for a moment until the sound of him tapping his leg as if beckoning for a dog brought you back to reality. Though it didn’t help to quell the way you felt right now. If anything, it only further stoked the fire in your belly.

“Well come on, love. Oh..what, are you flustered or something? Poor thing..” he smiled and laughed a bit as he started pulling out ingredients. You walked into the kitchen and sat up on the counter, shaking your head with a small smile.

“Yeah yeah whatever, get to cooking.” You joked, and he laughed heartily.

Whatever was going to happen between you two, you knew it would be beautiful.

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jareth x reader - a dance with darkness

In the dense, eerie woods where moonlight barely penetrated the thick canopy, you ran, heart pounding against your ribcage like a caged animal desperate for freedom. Each step echoed in the silent night, every rustle of leaves sending shivers down your spine. You knew he was close, his presence like a dark shadow haunting your every move.

Jareth, the enigmatic ruler of the Labyrinth, was not one to be trifled with. His allure was as dangerous as it was seductive, drawing unsuspecting souls into his twisted game with a mere flick of his hand. And now, you found yourself ensnared in his web, a hapless victim of his wicked desires.

You stumbled over gnarled roots and fallen branches, your breaths coming out in ragged gasps. Fear gripped you tightly, its icy fingers threatening to consume you whole. But still, you pushed on, driven by the primal instinct to survive.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your ankle as you tripped over a particularly stubborn root, sending you crashing to the forest floor with a grunt of pain. Before you could even register what had happened, he was upon you, his presence looming over you like a looming shadow.

"Well, well, well," his voice rang out like a sinister melody, dripping with malice and amusement. "What do we have here? A little mouse caught in my trap."

You gritted your teeth, refusing to show him any weakness. "Go to hell, Jareth," you spat out, defiance burning bright in your eyes.

He chuckled darkly, his icy blue gaze boring into yours. "Such fire, my dear. But I'm afraid you're in no position to make demands."

With a swift movement, he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with a strength that left you breathless. His touch was like ice against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let me go," you hissed, struggling against his hold to no avail.

He merely smirked, his lips curving into a predatory grin. "Oh, but where's the fun in that? You see, my dear, you've piqued my interest. And I always get what I want."

His words sent a chill down your spine, filling you with a sense of dread unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You knew that you were at his mercy, a pawn in his twisted game of power and control.

"You're sick," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "And you're mine," he whispered back, his tone sending shivers down your spine.

For what felt like an eternity, you lay there beneath him, helpless and vulnerable to his every whim. And as the darkness of the night closed in around you, you couldn't help but wonder if you would ever escape his clutches alive.

As you lay there, expecting the worst, Jareth surprised you by releasing his grip on your wrists. You blinked up at him in disbelief, unsure of what to make of his sudden change in demeanour.

"Get up," he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

You scrambled to your feet, still feeling the lingering ache in your ankle from the fall. As you stood before him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over you. What game was he playing now?

Jareth's gaze swept over you, his expression unreadable. "My, my, you're a sorry sight, aren't you?" he remarked, his tone laced with disdain.

You bristled at his words, resisting the urge to snap back at him. Instead, you kept your gaze fixed firmly on the ground, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter.

"It took you one hour and seventeen minutes to run from me," he continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Better than last time, I see. But still far from impressive."

You clenched your jaw, swallowing down the retort that threatened to spill from your lips. You knew better than to engage in his mind games. Instead, you focused on keeping your emotions in check, refusing to let him see how much his words affected you.

"Come," Jareth said suddenly, breaking the tense silence. "We have much to do."

You frowned, confusion clouding your thoughts. What could he possibly want with you now?

Without waiting for a response, Jareth turned on his heel and began to walk away, his long coat billowing behind him like a cloak of shadows. You hesitated for a moment, torn between defiance and curiosity.

In the end, curiosity won out, and you found yourself trailing after him, your footsteps echoing in the silent forest.

As you walked, Jareth glanced over his shoulder, his gaze lingering on your dishevelled appearance. "You look like a lost cause," he remarked, his tone almost...pitying.

You bristled at his words, resenting the implication that you were anything less than capable of taking care of yourself. But deep down, you couldn't deny the truth in his assessment. You were dirty, bruised, and utterly exhausted from your ordeal.

Jareth led you through the winding maze of trees, his steps sure and confident. It wasn't long before you emerged from the forest, the imposing silhouette of his castle looming in the distance.

"Welcome to my domain," Jareth said, gesturing grandly towards the towering structure.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation as you followed him across the drawbridge and into the heart of the castle. The air was thick with magic, crackling with an energy that sent shivers down your spine.

As you stepped inside, you were greeted by a lavish foyer, adorned with ornate tapestries and gleaming marble floors. Jareth wasted no time in leading you towards a grand staircase, his footsteps echoing in the empty halls.

"Follow me," he commanded, his voice echoing off the walls.

Reluctantly, you obeyed, trailing after him like a lost sheep. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were walking into the lion's den, unsure of what fate awaited you on the other side.

But as you ascended the staircase and entered the opulent chambers beyond, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. For the first time since your encounter with Jareth, you allowed yourself to relax, if only for a moment.

As you entered the opulent bathroom, your eyes widened in awe at the sight before you. The room was a symphony of marble and gold, with a large sunken bath taking centre stage. Steam rose from the water, swirling lazily in the air and casting a hazy glow over the room.

Jareth wasted no time in making himself at home, his movements graceful and precise as he shed his long coat, revealing the sleek black attire beneath. He rolled up his sleeves with practiced ease, his gaze never once leaving yours.

"Now, undress," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You hissed at his demand, feeling a surge of defiance rise within you. "What makes you think I'd do that?" you shot back, your tone laced with bitterness.

Jareth merely arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Oh, I don't know," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Perhaps the fact that you're covered in dirt and filth? Or maybe the fact that you're in desperate need of a bath?"

You scowled at his words, refusing to back down. "I can bathe myself, thank you very much," you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive gesture.

Jareth chuckled darkly, his gaze raking over your dishevelled appearance. "And yet, here we are," he remarked, his tone mocking. "You're in my castle, at my mercy. You'll do as I say, whether you like it or not."

With a resigned sigh, you reluctantly began to shed your dirty clothes, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over you as you stood before him in nothing but your undergarments. It was a feeling you loathed, one that left you feeling exposed and defenceless.

As you hesitated, unsure of what to do next, Jareth stepped forward, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow. "Allow me," he said softly, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Before you could protest, he reached out and began to undo the clasps of your undergarments, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. You fought the urge to pull away, knowing that resistance would only prolong the inevitable.

With a deft flick of his wrist, Jareth removed the last of your clothing, leaving you standing before him completely naked. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, embarrassment washing over you like a tidal wave.

But before you could say anything, Jareth stepped back, his gaze lingering on your exposed form. "Now, into the bath," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, you stepped into the warm water, feeling its soothing embrace envelop you like a cocoon. Jareth sat on the edge of the tub, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made you squirm.

With delicate precision, he dipped a cloth into the water, lathering it with a fragrant soap that filled the air with its sweet scent. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he began to wash away the dirt and grime from your skin, his movements slow and methodical.

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the overwhelming sense of vulnerability that washed over you. But as Jareth's hands roamed over your body, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in his presence.

As he washed you, his fingers grazed over a couple of cuts and bruises, eliciting a hiss of pain from your lips. Jareth merely chuckled darkly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "My, my, precious," he remarked, his words laced with mock pity. "It seems you've been through quite the ordeal."

You resisted the urge to snap back at him. Instead, you clenched your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter.

But before you could think, a mischievous grin spread across your lips as an idea formed in your mind. With a swift movement, you reached out and grabbed Jareth by the shoulders, pushing him backwards into the water with a splash.

Jareth sputtered in surprise, his elegant facade crumbling in an instant as he emerged from the water with a look of indignation on his face. "You little..." he trailed off, his words lost as you dissolved into laughter.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you as you watched him struggle to regain his composure, his hair plastered to his face in wet tendrils. For once, the tables had turned, and it was you who held the upper hand.

With a wicked grin, you leaned forward and splashed him again, revelling in the sight of him drenched and dishevelled. "Looks like the mighty Jareth isn't so invincible after all," you teased, your laughter ringing out through the room.

As Jareth emerged from the water, his clothes clinging to his body in a way that left little to the imagination, you couldn't help but feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks. His figure was lean and toned, every muscle defined beneath the wet fabric, his skin glistening in the dim light of the bath.

But before you could dwell on the sight before you, Jareth's icy gaze locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. With a swift movement, he rid himself of his wet clothes, tossing them aside with a dismissive flick of his hand.

Now naked before you, he stepped closer, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow. "You seem to have forgotten your place," he remarked, his tone cold and chiding.

You swallowed hard, feeling a surge of apprehension wash over you. But beneath the fear, there was something else stirring within you, a strange sense of...attraction.

As Jareth reached out and began to wash you once more, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin, you couldn't help but let your eyes wander over his body. His skin was pale and flawless, adorned with intricate visible veins that seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the bathroom.

But as your gaze lingered on his figure, you felt a pang of guilt wash over you. How could you be feeling this way towards your captor, the one who had brought you to this place against your will?

Jareth seemed to sense your inner turmoil, his grip tightening slightly as he continued to wash you. "Do not mistake my kindness for weakness," he warned, his voice low and menacing.

You nodded, unable to find the strength in you to resist. In that moment, as his hands roamed over your body, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of...acceptance.

As Jareth continued to wash you, his movements becoming increasingly fidgety and apprehensive, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between you. His gaze darted nervously around the room, avoiding your own as if afraid of what he might find there.

"Stop staring," he muttered, his voice strained.

You opened your mouth to respond, to reassure him that everything was fine, but before you could utter a word, you found yourself leaning forward, closing the distance between you with a kiss so light and gentle, it was barely even there.

Jareth froze beneath your touch, his body tense and rigid as if trying to keep cool and seem unfazed. But you could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, the way his lips quivered ever so slightly against yours.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you lingered in the embrace, the world fading away until there was nothing left but the two of you and the warmth of the water enveloping you both.

But as quickly as it had begun, the moment was over, and you pulled away, your heart pounding in your chest. Jareth's expression was unreadable, his gaze fixed firmly on the ground as if unable to meet your eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. But you could see the facade crumbling before you, the mask of indifference slipping away to reveal the vulnerability hidden beneath. 

After the moment between you, Jareth composed himself, focusing on washing himself up with deliberate movements. His demeanour remained dismissive, but you could sense an undercurrent of longing beneath the surface, hidden behind the mask of indifference.

As he finished washing, he reached for a towel, drying himself off with brisk efficiency before turning his attention to you. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he dried you carefully, taking extra care around your wounds. You couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude towards him, despite everything.

Once you were dry, he handed you fresh underwear and a robe, his movements swift and efficient. "Put these on," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You complied silently, slipping into the soft fabric of the robe and underwear with a sense of relief. It felt good to be clean again, to shed the weight of dirt and grime that had clung to you like a second skin.

As you tied the robe around your waist, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Jareth, who was watching you with an intensity that made your heart race. But before you could dwell on the moment, you decided to break the tension with a bit of witty banter.

"Well, this has been...interesting," you remarked, a playful glint in your eye. "But I think I'll take my leave now. I could use some rest after all that running."

Jareth arched an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of his lips. "Don't get too comfortable," he replied, his tone dismissive but tinged with longing. "You're not going anywhere."

You smirked, unable to resist the opportunity to tease him. "We'll see about that," you shot back, your tone laced with playful defiance.

With that, you turned on your heel and made your way towards the door, leaving Jareth behind with a sense of longing that neither of you dared to acknowledge. For in the labyrinth of his heart, there were mysteries yet to be unravelled, and you were determined to uncover them, one twist and turn at a time.

——— As you turned to face Jareth, you found yourself lost in the depths of his piercing gaze. His eyes held a thousand secrets, each one begging to be uncovered. And as you searched his soul, you could sense the storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

Without a word, you reached out and gently cupped his cheek, your touch soft and tender. Jareth's breath caught in his throat, his facade crumbling before you like a crumbling wall.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you heavy with unspoken truths. And as you gazed into his eyes, you could see the vulnerability lurking behind the mask of indifference.

"How long have you been alone?" you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jareth's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. "Centuries," he replied, his voice fragile and trembling. "But it feels like an eternity."

You felt a pang of sympathy for him, realizing just how long he had been trapped in his solitary existence. "Do you want me to stay?" you asked, your voice quiet but filled with determination.

Jareth hesitated for a moment, his hands reaching out to pull you close to him once more. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat. "I want you to stay."

As you rose from the balcony, Jareth led you silently to his bedroom, the air thick with unspoken tension. You couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation as you followed him, unsure of what lay ahead.

The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls as Jareth climbed into bed, his movements stiff and reserved. You followed suit, sitting beside him, both of you upright and tense.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the silence hanging heavy in the air. Jareth's gaze was fixed on the floor, his expression distant and reflective.

"I'm sorry," he murmured finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "For chasing you, for bringing you here against your will."

You blinked in surprise, taken aback by his unexpected apology. "It's...alright," you replied, unsure of what else to say.

Jareth nodded, his gaze still fixed on the floor. "I understand if you want to leave," he continued, his voice tinged with sadness. "But I would be lying if I said I didn't want you to stay, even if it's just for a little while."

You felt a swell of emotion rising within you, knowing that despite everything, there was a connection between you that couldn't be denied. "I'll stay," you replied softly, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. "At least for now."

As you sat beside Jareth in the dimly lit bedroom, you couldn't help but sense the tension radiating off him like a palpable force. His body was rigid, his demeanour cold and distant, as if he were a world away from the warmth of your touch.

"You're going to be okay," you murmured softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

Those simple words seemed to shatter whatever fragile facade he had been clinging to. Jareth pulled you close, his arms wrapping tightly around you as if afraid to let go. And then, to your surprise, you felt the wetness of tears against your skin.

"Thank you," he whispered brokenly, his voice barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat. "Thank you for...for everything."

You held him close, feeling the weight of his pain and sorrow pressing against you like a heavy burden. But you didn't mind. In that moment, as you sat together in the stillness of the night, you knew that despite the darkness that surrounded you both, there was a glimmer of hope shining bright in the depths of his soul.

As you pulled back from Jareth, wiping away the tears that stained his cheeks, you felt a surge of tenderness wash over you. Without hesitation, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, a second kiss filled with a sweetness that seemed to melt the icy barrier around his heart.

This time, Jareth responded with a gentle touch, his lips moving against yours with a softness that took your breath away. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you close to him with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine.

For a moment, you lost yourself in the warmth of his embrace, the weight of the world fading away as you lay together in the darkness. His touch was intoxicating, igniting a fire within you that you had never known before.

But even as you surrendered to the moment, you couldn't shake the feeling of reluctance that lingered in the air. Jareth was a man of ice and stone, his heart guarded by walls that seemed impenetrable. And yet, here he was, opening himself up to you in a way that left you feeling both elated and apprehensive.

As you lay together, the silence between you heavy with unspoken truths, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the two of you. But for now, in the warmth of each other's embrace, you were content to lose yourself in the labyrinth of his heart…

one kiss at a time.

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[just-a-beatlemaniac69]

I’m really trying to write more and I’m sorry I haven’t been the most active, but life is repetitively kicking my ass. So it’s been hard to want to write at all.

But for when I do start writing more I wanted to ask what you all would be most interested in seeing me write more of:

(Edit: There’s still a few days until this pole closes but I’m like 99.9% Good Omens is gonna be the definite winner here.

So if you see this and you wanna give my blog a try dont be afraid to send me a request 💕

As for the other fandoms mentioned I’ll still write for them just probably not as much.)

(Edit: The winner is Good omens! So as soon I get requests I’ll gladly start writing for it, and due to WWDITS coming in second I’ll start writing for it aswell)

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