#labyrinth fanfic

[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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[ziggystardust8675]

Pink Skies and Silk

Pairing: Jareth x reader

AN: It has been a HOT minute since I’ve actually posted any writing so that’s my bad. Hope some smut makes up for it!

Summary: You’ve been missing your boyfriend and he feels it’s his duty to make up for lost time.

Warnings: AFAB reader (no pronouns actually used), penetrative sex, praise kink, unprotected sex (stay safe y'all), creampie, little bit of possessiveness

The labyrinth was quiet today, it was a stark difference from the usual buzzing of life throughout it. The flowers were finally in bloom after a long and frigid winter. You could never truly get over the beauty of the labyrinth, it was otherworldly. The only thing more beautiful than the labyrinth was your boyfriend, Jareth.

He had been away at meetings all day and the longing for him was obvious. It was likely you wouldn't see him till the sun started setting, so you decided to lounge around the gardens with a good book till then.

Finally when the sky started being painted colors of pinks and oranges did you start making your way back. Upon entering the castle it was clear there wasn't a soul in sight. Not a goblin nor Jareth.

Walking up the cobblestone steps you entered you and Jareth's shared room. It too was empty.

You stripped yourself of the clothes you had worn all day and made your way towards the bathroom. Starting the bath you added a variety of sweet smelling oils and perfumes. As soon as you stepped into the warm water, your body immediately started to release the tension you didn't know you were holding.

As soon as the water started getting cold you reluctantly decided it was about time to get out. You wrapped yourself in the fluffy towel you had set out. Once you were dry you dressed yourself in a low cut silk nightgown. Usually you would save the garment for a night where Jareth would give you his undivided attention and love, however since Jareth was nowhere to be found you decided to wear it just to feel confident in yourself.

Leaving the steam filled room, you found the man who had just been occupying your thoughts lazing on your shared bed in nothing but his trousers. God, he was certainly an enticing sight sitting there reading his leather bound book. Now you were immensely thankful for what you had decided to wear tonight.

Jareth's eyes shot up from his book to meet yours like a predator to prey. The air got caught in your throat and suddenly you felt extremely warm.

Taking a step towards the bed, Jareth sat up a little more, marking the page in his book to soon be forgotten. You decided to let him come to you.

Seeing that you weren't moving anytime soon, Jareth slipped out of bed and sauntered towards you, like predator to prey. The sight of you alone was enough to make him hot, and yet here you were in your short nightgown looking heavenly, he needed you. Your breath started to pick up.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, my love." His voice was low and his hands planted firmly on your hips. Your breath was coming in short puffs as you murmured, "Mm, just missed you is all."

Jareth turned his head as he nipped at your neck, causing you to grip his shoulders. "Well, I'm here now. I believe I should make up for lost time, yes?" He whispered against your ear, causing you to involuntary shiver. All that you could muster was a breathless "Yeah" in his ear.

Finally, Jareth brought his head up to kiss you firmly. The kiss was long and left you feeling light, causing you to push your chest more firmly into his. Just as quick, Jareth pushed into you as well. The hands on your waist started to bunch the silk of your nightgown up higher. You could feel how hard he had gotten through his pants where he was pressing into the soft plush of your stomach.

The temperature in the room seemed to increase tenfold judging by the sweat starting to form on your brow. You pushed impossibly closer to him causing him to let out a low groan. He started to sneak one of his hands down to your thighs, using the other to bunch up your nightgown around your hips. You shifted your hips, starting to get impatient with the aching in your cunt. Jareth squeezed your hip a little to keep you in place,

“Patience, love.” He punctuated his sentence with a sensual kiss to your lips that lasted all too short. Finding that words had started to fail you, you tilted your head up and bit at Jareth’s neck just the way he liked.

Quickly, Jareth turned you both to the side so he could pick you up and place you on the soft cream colored sheets. He slotted his thin waist between your thighs and you arched your back slightly, “Jareth… please…” you whined, the sound was incredibly endearing to his ears. He threads his fingers through your hair, making you tip your head back so he could continue to nip at your neck, groaning as he did so.

He brought his hands down, running along the length of your body before softly rubbing the inside of one of your thighs. You moaned his name in his ear making him grunt and push his lips against you with hot passion. He runs his thumb along your clothed core making you shudder and grip his shoulders before he pulls his head back to look you in the eye and ask, “Is this okay, Love?”

You adored how even after all this time, no matter how many times you both were intimate, he would always still ask for your consent. You immediately nodded your head frantically of course, eager for all he had to give you. Without a second thought, he pulled the edge of your underwear aside to tentatively push his middle finger into your heat. At the sound of your pleasured gasp, he began to thrust his finger carefully but with more confidence that he was making you feel good. Soon he started to add a second finger, curling them and preparing you for him.

After a few moments of soft moans and the wet noise of his fingers entering your cunt, you started getting impatient, his fingers not enough. “Jareth… please… I need you… All of you.”

A devilish smile stretched across his face at your begging as he pulled his fingers from your drenched cunt to suck them clean. Your face flushed at his erotic actions, you reached to pull him closer to kiss him heatedly. He leaned back on his heels to start undoing the buckle of his pants. Once that was undone he got up to remove his pants and boxers altogether. He stood before where you lay completely bare on the bed, like some sort of divine being that came to give you the greatest of pleasures and love.

Without procrastination he got back on the bed, your legs resting on his thighs as they pushed your legs further apart. He strokes himself slowly twice, groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt. He had to resist the urge to plunge his cock into you and fuck you into the mattress, rather he wanted to take his time with you.

“You’re so pretty, all spread out like this.” His voice is tight as he guides the tip of his cock through your slick, bringing the tip to rub at your clit making you gasp out. “Jareth, please, I need you inside me.” You whimpered in pleasure when he finally started to push the tip of himself inside of you. His pace was agonizingly slow as he finally bottomed out, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. Once you give the go ahead, he starts shallowly thrusting, drawing low moans out of you.

Jareth moves his hands to grip at your hips, guiding your hips to meet his thrusts. “Ah, you take me so well Y/N… So good for me.” His chest is covered in a sheen of sweat and you can see the muscles in his stomach and arms flexing as he makes love to you. You cry out in pleasure when he grips the underside of one of your thighs to throw it over his shoulder, pounding deeper into you with this new angle. He brings the hand that isn’t holding your leg down to rub tight circles on your clit causing your back to arch and you cry out his name.

At the sound of his name leaving your lips in such a way he picks up the pace of his thrusts, low grunts and pants leaving his throat. Your thighs begin to tremble as an orgasm slowly starts to root in your lower belly. “Jareth, just like that… I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me… You’re so good, finish for me sweetheart.” His thrusts started to turn erratic as he worked to bring you to your release. Once that coil in your belly snapped, his thrusts lost all sense of rhythm as he chased his own release. He bottomed out as he released his load into you, painting your insides with his cum. You both stayed like that for a few moments as you rode out your highs, trying to catch your breath.

When he finally pulled out of you, you could feel his hot load leak out of your spent pussy. Jareth leaned back to watch it, completely entranced with the sight before him. He wanted no other to see you this way, he decided now that he was going to marry you. You would rule his kingdom by his side and he would have it no other way.

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[laughableillusions]

Gather round Labyrinth fic writers, if you want to write a ballroom scene in your Labyrinth fanfic; instead of putting the reader/character in a modern prom dress/ballgown, please consider:

1830s meets 1980s meets Tudor era

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[anundyingfidelity]

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

Summary: A mysterious woman falls into the Underground, claiming she does not have memories and not knowing why she is there. Jareth, who's bored and taking slight pity on her, takes her under his wing to ease some of his own misery. Post Labyrinth (1986).

Warnings: nudity, masturbation, voyeurism, manipulation, corruption, smut in general.

Word count: 1,377.

Note: female character is named Leah, but no physical characteristics (such as skin color, hair, eyes, etc.) are described on this story. Feel free to imagine how she looks like.

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

Chapter 1. | Chapter 2. | Chapter 3.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lead the way," he ordered.

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

"Has she been asleep since you found her?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you have a name?"

The woman blinked and swallowed hard before speaking softly again.

"Leah."

Leah.

Leah.

Leah.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You can, certainly."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

Hello! I have a request for Jareth from labyrinth if that's okay?

Could you write where, similar to Sarah but instead of wishing away a sibling, fem!reader wants to actually be taken by Jareth to his kingdom and they end up falling in love? Like, he shows her around his kingdom because she loves fantasy and makes her his queen? Thank you so much and I hope this makes sense! and please take your time!

“We’re choosing the path between the stars…” (Jareth x Fem! Reader) Labyrinth Fanfic: Part 1

The only comfort in a world so rotten was a dream, a yearning for distant lands of a fantastical nature. Y/n knew this well. Her life was a nightmare and when she looked in the mirror her eyes were the only bright part left of her lifeless face. Sighing with defeat, she turned from her bedroom mirror and threw her bruised body onto her bed like a rag-doll. Weeping into her pillow she hugged herself as each sob made her breathing ragged. Thunder boomed, and rain beat at the windows of the second-story bedroom. Y/n’s father had left to work, a night shift, giving her a brief hour of peace without fear of a beating before her wretched mother came home from her job to torment her. Y/n rolled over on the bed, facing the wall with her bookshelf, now empty after her parent’s fit of rage where they followed through on their threats to box up and donate all her books. Sniffling, she sat up and reached into the crack between her mattress and her headboard, where she had stuffed her favorite fairytale book in anticipation of her mother and father’s actions.

“Labyrinth…” she whispered. Lightning flashed, lighting up the room momentarily with its cold glow. “Oh if only the Goblin King would take me away like he steals away the child in this book.” Y/n said, managing a smirk (despite the stinging pain from her cut on her lip). “I would do anything to get out of this awful place. But would the King really take an interest in me?” She got up and made her way over to her mirror, leaving the book open on her bed as she examined her face, her body, her posture. She knew she wasn’t hard on the eyes. Y/n had been in countless unsuccessful relationships with the popular boys at her college. But that didn’t mean she was without insecurities. ‘Still…’ she thought, then rushed back to the book. Flipping through the pages she found what she was looking for. The line in the book that might’ve changed her life for good, if only she’d read it out-loud. ‘This is silly…’ but her stomach felt like it was filled with stones as she stared at the words. It was a fairytale, but it was one she truly believed, even if Y/n was reluctant to admit it. Those words had weight. Now… she just had to say them. “I wish the Goblin King would take me away…” She paused, feeling her heart skip a beat. “Right now.”

Lightning flashed again, illuminating her bedroom in its brilliance. Y/n closed her eyes and stood there, waiting. Nothing happened, although when she opened her eyes the lights had gone out. She repeated the words again, this time louder. Still nothing. She said it again and again, until her throat hurt. Eventually Y/n gave up. She left her room and went down the hall feeling blindly for a flashlight on the shelves outside her parent’s bedroom. BANG. CRASHHH! Y/n whirled around stumbling through the darkness back to her bedroom where the loud noise had come from. She flashed her flashlight around her room. The doors to her balcony had flung themselves open, and rain poured in, soaking the ground. She blinked as it hit her cheeks. Y/n grabbed the handles of the double doors and forced them closed. They clicked as she locked them, and only then did she notice the electricity in the air, as though…. ‘As though someone is watching me…’ She thought, heart racing. She turned slowly, trembling. The Goblin King stood there, a few feet away, surrounded by glitter and a dark sweeping cape.

“You… came…” Y/n blinked back tears.

The King flashed her a wickedly handsome grin. “You’re a lucky girl, Y/n. If I hadn’t been looking into my crystal, I wouldn’t have bothered answering a call like yours. You do know that changing the words makes them less effective?”

“Oh… I’m sorry.” Y/n mumbled. “Your majesty, you have no idea—“

“—Jareth, darling, its Jareth.” He interjected, stepping forward into the moonlight that peaked through the storm clouds and reaching up towards her face. Y/n stared up at him with wide eyes as he used his gloved fingers to brush away her tears.

“You have no idea how relieved and grateful I am that you came, Jareth.” Y/n said, blushing nervously as he examined the bruised side left side of her face. She watched his eyes darken with intensity as they observed the clear remnants of her last beating. “I can explain…” Y/n said, wracking her brain for less embarrassing alternatives to the truth of her situation at home.

“No need.” Jareth frowned, as if he understood the truth just by meeting her gaze. “I’ll grant your wish, Y/n, but you must understand once I take you to my palace, there is no returning to this world. There is no turning back.”

Y/n nodded without hesitation.

“Well then, you’ve made your decision.” He smirked. The Goblin King took her hand, and the room around them faded into a blur. Y/n felt dizzy as the light of a setting sun overwhelmed her senses and wind blew her hair back. She found herself overlooking an infinite maze from the highest window in a castle. The sky was coral and amethyst as the sun got lower and lower. Jareth sat across from her, fingering four crystal balls so they spun in circles between and around his fingers. seeing his handsome face in this new lighting took Y/n’s breath away.

“The book doesn’t do you justice…, you know.” Y/n said softly.

King Jareth arched an elegant brow, but said nothing. He turned the crystals into bubbles and let the wind carry each one gracefully away. Finally, after quite some time, he spoke. “There’s a masquerade tonight. I suppose I wouldn’t mind if you should show up…” He said smugly, turning to her.

Y/n smiled. She remembered the masquerades mentioned in the book. “Of course! I’d love to go.”

To be continued in Part 2….

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[poop-diddy-scoop]

the goblins always find ways to the human world and cause a lot of mischief. most humans can’t even see them, but you do. and once you give some homemade cookies to one of them, your house becomes a hotspot for goblins visiting the human world. they even give you shiny things in exchange!you hear all about the goblin king. thinking he is a gruesome lil creature. what a surprise it is when he pays you a visit and you find exactly whose all those shiny things were. maybe you can also win him over with cookies?

jareth x reader - of goblins and cookies...and kings

In the quaint little town of Willowbrook, nestled between rolling hills and murmuring brooks, there lived a peculiar individual. You, dear reader, were not like most in Willowbrook. You possessed a keen eye for the extraordinary, a knack for noticing the subtle magic that danced just beyond the perception of the ordinary folk.

It all began one breezy autumn afternoon, as you were puttering about your cozy kitchen, humming a tune under your breath while the scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. Little did you know, the aroma was a siren's call to the mischievous goblins that roamed the borderlands between the human world and the realm of fae.

With a curious rustle, a trio of goblins materialized in your kitchen, their beady eyes alight with mischief as they observed you with rapt attention. "Whatcha makin', human?" one of them piped up, its voice a high-pitched squeak that bordered on grating.

You glanced up from your baking, startled by the sudden intrusion but not entirely surprised. "Cookies," you replied with a smile, setting aside your mixing bowl to greet your unexpected guests. "Would you like one?"

The goblins exchanged delighted glances amongst themselves, their pointy ears twitching with anticipation. "Cookies! We love cookies!" they chorused, practically bouncing with excitement.

Without hesitation, you offered them a plate of warm, freshly baked treats, watching with amusement as they devoured the sweets with gusto, crumbs scattering in their wake. "So, what brings you lot to my humble abode?" you inquired, curiosity piqued by their presence.

The goblins exchanged knowing looks, their mischievous grins widening as they leaned in conspiratorially. "Word on the grapevine is that you're the one who gives out cookies," one of them explained, crumbs flying with each enthusiastic gesture. "And not just any cookies, mind you. These are the best cookies in all the realms!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at their enthusiasm, the corners of your lips quirking upwards in amusement. "Well, I'm glad you enjoy them," you replied, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie blooming between yourself and the goblins. "But I must admit, I didn't realize my cookies were famous among your kind."

"Oh, they are! They are!" another goblin chimed in, nodding fervently. "And you know what they say about goblins and good deeds."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the implication. "Enlighten me," you urged, leaning in closer to catch every word.

The goblins shared a conspiratorial glance before one of them spoke up, its voice low and secretive. "You see, human, goblins have a tradition. When someone does us a kindness, we like to repay them in kind."

"In kind?" you echoed, curiosity piqued. "What sort of repayment are we talking about here?"

The goblins exchanged gleeful grins, their eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, you'll see," one of them replied cryptically, waggling its eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

And see you did, dear reader. In the days that followed, your humble abode became a veritable hotspot for goblin activity. They came in droves, drawn by the promise of your delectable cookies and the warm welcome you extended to them. In return, they showered you with trinkets and treasures from their realm, shiny baubles and glittering gems that sparkled in the sunlight.

But amidst the chaos and merriment, there was one figure that loomed large in the goblins' tales—the Goblin King. You had heard whispers of his fearsome reputation, a ruler of unparalleled power and cunning, and your imagination painted a picture of a gruesome little creature with a crown of thorns and eyes that glowed with otherworldly malice.

"I hear the Goblin King is quite the character," you remarked one evening, idly stirring a pot of stew as the goblins lounged around your kitchen, regaling you with tales of their adventures in the fae realm.

"Oh, he's a right piece of work, he is," one of the goblins replied, shaking its head in mock dismay. "But don't let his reputation scare ya. He's got a soft spot for those who show him respect."

"Respect, eh?" you mused, filing away the information for future reference. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to pay him a visit and see for myself."

The goblins exchanged knowing looks, their eyes twinkling with amusement. "A visit to the Goblin King, is it? Brave soul you are, human," one of them remarked, its tone tinged with admiration.

You shrugged nonchalantly, though a flicker of nervous excitement danced in your chest. "Well, you know what they say—fortune favors the bold."

———

**Chapter 2: A Token of the Fae**

As the days passed, your kitchen became adorned with an eclectic array of trinkets and treasures, each one a gift from the goblins in exchange for your delectable cookies. Among them was an intriguing amulet, its shape reminiscent of a twisted knot, crafted from gunmetal grey and faded gold. You hung it up on the wall above your stove, where it caught the light and cast shimmering reflections across the room.

"Where'd ya find that one, human?" one of the goblins asked, eyeing the amulet with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

"It was a gift from one of your friends," you replied with a smile, running your fingers over the intricate patterns etched into the metal. "It's quite beautiful, isn't it?"

The goblins nodded in agreement, their eyes alight with fascination. "Aye, it is," one of them remarked, reaching out to touch the amulet reverently. "But be careful with it, human. Some things are best left untouched."

You chuckled at their caution, though a small seed of doubt nestled in the back of your mind. What secrets did this amulet hold, and what mysteries lay hidden within its depths? Only time would tell.

One evening, as you sat down to enjoy a quiet dinner in the company of your goblin friends, a sudden commotion shattered the tranquillity of your kitchen. The door burst open with a resounding crash, and in strode a figure of imposing stature, cloaked in shadows and exuding an aura of regal authority.

The goblins cowered in fear at the newcomer's presence, their eyes wide with trepidation as they whispered amongst themselves in hushed tones. "It's him," one of them muttered, its voice barely above a terrified whisper. "The Goblin King."

You turned to face the intruder, your heart pounding in your chest as you beheld the figure before you. Jareth, the Goblin King, stood before you in all his glory, his piercing gaze fixed upon you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"Who dares to trespass upon my domain?" Jareth demanded, his voice cold and commanding as he surveyed the room with disdain.

"We meant no harm, Your Majesty," one of the goblins squeaked, bowing low in a gesture of submission. "We were just paying a visit to our friend here."

Jareth's gaze narrowed as he spotted the amulet hanging on your kitchen wall, his expression darkening with anger as recognition dawned in his eyes. "And what, pray tell, is this?" he growled, pointing a finger accusingly at the artifact.

"It's a gift from the goblins," you explained, trying to keep your voice steady despite the rising tide of fear that threatened to engulf you. "They've been bringing me trinkets in exchange for cookies."

Jareth's lips curled into a scornful sneer as he regarded you with contempt. "Trinkets, you say? More like stolen treasures," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "That amulet belongs to me, human. It is not yours to keep."

You swallowed hard, acutely aware of the dangerous territory you found yourself in. "I-I didn't know," you stammered, wringing your hands nervously as you struggled to find the right words. "I thought it was just a token of friendship."

Jareth's eyes flashed with fury, his hand curling into a fist at his side as he took a menacing step forward. "Ignorance is no excuse for theft," he snarled, his voice low and menacing. "You will return what is mine, or face the consequences."

You glanced nervously at the goblins, silently pleading for their help in this dire situation. But they cowered in fear, their eyes downcast as they avoided Jareth's gaze. It seemed you were on your own, caught in the crossfire of a power struggle between two worlds.

**Chapter 4: A Deal with the King**

As Jareth, the strikingly handsome Goblin King, stood before you with his piercing blue eyes and tousled blonde hair, you couldn't help but feel a surge of unease mingled with a strange fascination. Despite his intimidating presence, there was an undeniable allure to him that left you both captivated and wary.

"Please, Your Majesty," one of the goblins piped up, its voice trembling with fear. "It was our fault. The human didn't know any better. Don't punish them for our mistake."

Jareth regarded the trembling goblin with a mixture of disdain and amusement, his lips curled into a sardonic smirk. "Ah, the folly of your kind knows no bounds," he mused, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Very well, I shall spare the human... for now."

You let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the goblins' intervention in your defense. But the tension in the room remained palpable as you watched Jareth's every move with trepidation, unsure of what he would do next.

"I expect restitution for the theft of my belongings," Jareth declared, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of curiosity. "Every trinket that was taken from me must be returned."

Without hesitation, you sprang into action, gathering up every trinket and treasure that adorned your kitchen walls and shelves, stuffing them into a bag with trembling hands. "Here," you said, thrusting the bag towards Jareth. "Take them. They're yours."

To your surprise, Jareth's expression softened ever so slightly as he accepted the bag from you, his fingers grazing yours in a fleeting touch that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. "You show surprising goodwill, human," he remarked, his tone less hostile than before. "Perhaps there is hope for you yet."

"I-I just want to make things right," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you met Jareth's intense gaze with a mixture of defiance and apprehension.

Jareth nodded in acknowledgement, his gaze drifting towards the cowering goblins who watched the exchange with wide-eyed fear. "You may keep these creatures around if you must," he conceded, his voice tinged with resignation. 

"But know that I will be watching, human. Should any more of my belongings go missing, there will be consequences."

———

**Chapter 5: An Unexpected Bond**

A week had passed since the tumultuous encounter with the Goblin King, and life in your humble abode had settled into an uneasy semblance of normalcy. The goblins still frequented your kitchen, their presence a constant reminder of the delicate balance that existed between the human world and the realm of fae.

On this particular evening, as you busied yourself with baking a fresh batch of cookies, the sound of gleeful chatter echoed through the kitchen as a group of goblins materialized before your eyes, their mouths already watering at the scent of your delicious treats.

"More cookies, human?" one of the goblins exclaimed, its eyes alight with excitement as it eagerly reached for a cookie from the cooling rack.

"Help yourself," you replied with a smile, setting aside your mixing bowl to greet your unexpected guests. "And what brings you all here tonight?"

Before the goblins could respond, a familiar figure stepped into the room, his regal presence commanding attention as he surveyed the scene with a raised eyebrow. It was Jareth, the Goblin King, his expression unreadable as he observed the camaraderie between his subjects and yourself.

"Ah, Your Majesty," you greeted, offering a polite nod of acknowledgement. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Jareth's lips quirked into a wry smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Merely checking in on my wayward subjects," he replied, his tone laced with thinly veiled sarcasm. "It seems they have taken quite a liking to you, human."

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of warmth spread through your chest at the unexpected compliment. "They've been good company," you admitted, glancing fondly at the goblins who were now happily munching on their cookies. "No one else in town really talks to me, you see."

A flicker of sympathy crossed Jareth's features, his gaze softening as he regarded you with a newfound understanding. "Loneliness is a heavy burden to bear," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry to hear that, human."

You shrugged off his sympathy with a small smile, unwilling to dwell on the melancholy thoughts that threatened to intrude upon the moment. "But enough about me," you said, changing the subject with a casual wave of your hand. "Would you care for a cookie, Your Majesty?"

To your surprise, Jareth's eyes lit up with genuine delight as he accepted the offered treat, his elegant fingers delicately plucking a cookie from the plate. "Why, thank you," he remarked, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "This is rather delicious."

Emboldened by his praise, you made a bold offer. "If you'd like, I can have a fresh batch ready for you in a jar today," you suggested, a note of eager anticipation creeping into your voice.

Jareth's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his gaze locking with yours in a moment of silent understanding. "That would be most gracious of you, human," he replied, his tone tinged with genuine surprise. "I would be delighted."

True to your word, you set to work immediately, whipping up a batch of cookies with practised ease as the goblins looked on with rapt attention. Within a matter of hours, the jar of freshly baked cookies sat proudly on your kitchen counter, ready to be claimed by the Goblin King himself.

Before he departed with his retinue of goblins in tow, Jareth approached you with a small vial clutched in his hand, its contents swirling with smoky sweetness. "A token of my appreciation," he explained, offering you the vial with a graceful flourish. "A perfume of sorts, to remind you of our newfound friendship."

You accepted the gift with gratitude, feeling a sense of warmth spread through your chest at the gesture. As Jareth and the goblins vanished into the ether, leaving behind nothing but the echo of their laughter and the lingering scent of magic in the air, you couldn't help but marvel at the strange turn of events. 

———

As you sat in your cozy lounge, engrossed in a book, the familiar sound of something materializing in your home pulled you from the pages. Expecting the usual chorus of goblin chatter, you called out, "Hello goblins—oh..."

To your surprise, it wasn't the goblins who stood before you, but the imposing figure of Jareth, the Goblin King himself. His presence filled the room with an undeniable aura of power and mystery, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mingled with apprehension at his unexpected visit.

"Ah, my apologies for the intrusion, human," Jareth said, his voice smooth and melodious as he offered a small, courteous bow. "I hope I am not disturbing you."

"Not at all," you replied, gesturing for him to take a seat. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

Jareth settled into a chair with a graceful elegance that seemed almost otherworldly, his piercing blue eyes studying you with a mixture of curiosity and something else you couldn't quite identify. "Tell me, human," he began, his tone casual yet tinged with underlying curiosity. "What do the goblins do when they visit you? Do they speak of me at all?"

You couldn't help but smile at his interest, feeling a sense of pride at the thought of being able to provide insight into the inner workings of the fae realm. "They mostly just enjoy my company and indulge in some of my homemade treats," you explained, watching as a small smile tugged at the corners of Jareth's lips. "And yes, they do talk about you from time to time. They seem to hold you in quite high regard."

Jareth's smile widened at your words, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "I'm pleased to hear that," he remarked, his voice softening ever so slightly. "It's good to know that my subjects are content in their interactions with the human world."

As the conversation flowed between you, you found yourself drawn to Jareth in a way you hadn't expected. His regal demeanor and striking appearance were undeniably captivating, and you couldn't help but feel a flush of warmth spreading through your cheeks as you took in his form.

He was dressed in a ensemble that exuded both elegance and mystery, with a billowing cloak of midnight blue that swept around him like a mantle of stars. Beneath it, he wore a tailored vest adorned with intricate patterns, the fabric shimmering in the soft light of the room. His blonde hair fell in loose waves around his shoulders, framing his angular features with a touch of ethereal beauty.

But it wasn't just his appearance that intrigued you—it was the little nuances of his behavior, the way he tilted his head when he listened to you speak, the subtle quirk of his lips when he found something amusing, the way his eyes lingered on you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

And when he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered those enticing words, a surge of desire coursed through your veins, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume all reason.

"Just to have you all to myself," he murmured, his voice low and seductive as he gazed at you with a hunger that mirrored your own. "At least for an evening."

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from his hypnotic blue eyes. "I-I would like that," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you felt a blush creeping into your cheeks.

As you sat there, your cheeks still flushed with the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a surge of embarrassment at your own boldness. Jareth's eyes twinkled with amusement as he noticed your flustered state, and a sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Well, well, my dear," he teased, his voice dripping with playful mockery as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "It seems you're quite taken with me, aren't you?"

You sputtered incoherently, your cheeks burning even brighter as you struggled to find the right words to respond. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," you stammered, your voice betraying your embarrassment.

Jareth chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as he reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Oh, darling," he murmured, his tone laced with seductive charm. "There's no need to be shy. I quite enjoy the effect I have on you."

You felt a surge of heat coursing through your veins at his words, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his smouldering gaze with a mixture of defiance and desire. "You're incorrigible," you replied, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at your lips despite your best efforts.

Jareth's grin widened at your response, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "Perhaps," he conceded, his voice low and husky. "But I do so enjoy our little exchanges, my dear. Until next time."

With a final wink and a flourish of his cloak, Jareth disappeared into the shadows, leaving you alone with the lingering echo of his laughter and the tantalising promise of his return.

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Chapter 1, The Crystal Peach

Chapter 2, Into the Labyrinth

Chapter 3, The Girl Who Forgot Everything

Chapter 4, One of Us

Chapter 5, Everything I've Done

Chapter 6, Falling Down

Chapter 7, Through Dangers Untold

Chapter 8, Dance Magic

Chapter 9, And Hardships Unnumbered

Chapter 10, Reorderment of Time

Chapter 11, No Ordinary Girl

Chapter 12, It's Only Forever

Chapter 13, Not Long At All

Chapter 14, Eyes So Cruel

Chapter 15, I Wish

Chapter 16, The Babe with the Power

Chapter 17, Within You

Chapter 18, New Dreams & Foolish Hearts

Chapter 19, The Right Words

Chapter 20, Between the Stars (END)

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[fanfiction101]

Jareth x Fem!reader

Hi loves, sorry this was a little late as I had some family over but here you go! Also I am one of those wackos that loves Christmas so that is sort of the time that this is taking place so deal with it lol. Anyways, be safe and love you!

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I studied my eyes and my hair. I looked at my face shape and make up that I had put on earlier. Cheery Christmas music was playing in the background as I got ready.

I grew up in a rich family. My mother and father, Amanda and Christopher Whitney, were well respected scientists and engineers. I had grown up in a well-off household but my parents knew how to parent. They taught me and my younger brothers, Theodore and Sebastian, to never brag about money and often took us to soup kitchens and donation centers to not only humble us, but to help others.

But every year, a couple days before Christmas, my father holds a party in which he would invite high and elite people in society, mainly to gain business connections. When I was younger I would stay for an hour and then go to bed and as a teenager, I would just stay at a friends house for the night. Now, as a woman, I go because I could perhaps, like my father, find business acquaintances. But, my parents are thinking that I am there to find the "Special someone."

"Okay y/n," I said to myself, looking at myself in the eye, "This isn't your first time at a Christmas party. You can do this. You will not just sit quietly in the corner like last year. You will socialize and at least be semi professional depending on how much alcohol is served."

After my pep talk, I changed into my dress. It was a floor length, burgundy dress. It had a mesh layer with flowers and sequins with a silky under skirt. My mother had bought it as a Christmas gift and I felt like an absolute princess in it.

I smiled and I exited the room. As I walked down the hallway, into the large room that the parties were held in, I could smell the most magnificent cooking. The smells of spices and sugary desserts flooded the air. Ham, turkey, and chicken. Cakes, cookies and candies. My mouth was watering.

I made it to the room and was amazed by the decorations. There was a large Christmas tree with large, silver and gold bulbs in the middle of the room with tables covered in piles of food across the far wall. Wreaths hung on the walls and candles were on the smaller, round tables. Guests hung about, eating and chatting with one another.

As I was admiring the room, I heard my father call me. I turned around and saw my parents talking to someone I had never met before. The stranger had a very different style. It was a peculiar style that seemed to remind me of an '80's Gothic rock-star. His hair was wild and his eyes seemed to be different colors. I would be a liar if I said that he wasn't attractive.

"Ah there she is." My father said as I joined their group, "Y/n, this is-"

"Jareth." The man interrupted, "Call me Jareth, Miss Whitney. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. " He then took my hand and pecked it, still looking at me with those beautiful mismatched eyes. I felt my face slowly start to burn up as I took my hand back and my mother gave me a knowing look.

I swallowed and fixed my face straight. "Pleasure is all mine, Jareth. You may call me y/n."

"Mr. and Mrs. Whitney! How long has it been?" an older man with a gray beard barged into the conversation and led my parents away, rambling on about the good old days, leaving me and Jareth to ourselves.

"So," I said, trying to make conversation, "How did you meet my parents?"

"Well, I met them on a business trip and they helped a great deal in my journey a year or so ago." Jareth replied, walking to the nearest table and pulling out a chair and gesturing me to sit.

I obliged and he sat at the hair across from me. "Ah, I see. What do you do for your business."

"Well you could say I'm sort of an ambassador of some sorts. Hey can I grab you a drink?" He offered.

I nodded, "Yes, thank you." I thought about his answer and thought about how vague he was. Perhaps there was classified information I didn't need to know about.

As he got up,I looked at his cape, draping over his shoulders. It had sequences, yet he was able to pull it off without looking so silly.

When he came back with some spiced cider, we began to chat about random things. I talked about my friends, college, and family stories and Jareth told me about his parents when they were alive and his passion for music. He would make a few jokes here and there and I would laugh. As the night went on, more and more people arrived.

I tried focusing my attention on Jareth, but I started to feel a little overwhelmed. I didn't know if he could read minds or if he wanted a change of scene, but he suggested we go outside. I nodded and he offered his arm as he led me outside to a small balcony.

I shivered as the cold wind blew. Jareth took off his coat and put it over my bear shoulders. His hands were warm, but firm. My breathing stiffed as his hands brushed against my shoulders, and they stayed there for a second before he slowly drew them away. His coat smelled good. It smelled like him.

"Won't you get cold" I asked.

"I'll be alright." He said leaning on the rail.

"Are you sure?" I said taking his hand, noticing the slight shaking. "You should be warm too."

"Well then I think that the only solution then is to share that warmth, hm?" He said with a sly smile.

I felt my face heat up as I let his hands drift down to my waist.

"You know, you look absolutely lovely tonight." he said stepping closer. It was almost as if I could lean in and kiss him.

"Thank you. I could say the same for you." I said, trying to keep myself composed.

His eyes looked into mine and closed the gap between us. At first the kiss was light, but we weren't done. This kiss only deepened. I felt his hand on my cheek and his tongue tracing my lips, asking for permission to take control. I granted it, feeling him exploring my mouth.

I felt myself taking a step back, leaning against the door frame. Our kissing continued. Our hands wondered over each other. My hands were on his chest, neck, back or his hair while his hands were tracing the curves of my hips or in my hair or on my cheek.

After a while, we parted for a breath of fresh air. Jareth continued his dominance, kissing a long my jawline and onto my neck area, looking for something until his kissed my sweet spot where I sucked in my breath.

I could feel him smirking as he started to kiss is harder as I softly whimpered. After a while, He pulled away and kissed me on the lips. It was shorter but nonetheless, passionate.

"Do you think we got carried away darling?" He said.

I smiled, "You are a good kisser."

"Maybe we should do this again sometime." He said half-jokingly.

"You know, this doesn't have to end. I know a place, that is if you want to continue."

Jareth's smirk returned, "Lead the way darling."

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[ariiamgoblin]

When you read a fanfic, you prefer the ones that directly address the reader, for example: "she takes your hand and lays a soft kiss on it". Or the ones that speak in third person (create an oc??) but don't give a description of the character, so you can feel identified anyway? Like: "she took their hand, depositing a soft kiss on it"?

When it comes to writing it, for me, the second option is much more comfortable and natural, although I don't know if anyone would be willing to read something like that? Akshdhd I'm writing this anyway because it's what keeps me sane right now, but I suppose I could upload it if anyone would be interested in it?

The fanfic is from Labyrinth, 1986. I'm delving into the backstory of Jareth's character, the Goblin city, the fae world, and obviously there's romance.

I'm maybe cringe but I'm free. Thanks for your attention little Goblins, I'd love to read you <3 Oh, I forgot, I'm also doing drawings!!

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[almachroma]

Day 9 is Mairia and her husband from That Williams Girl

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[rebelrebelwrites]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers ❤️

Thanks for the tags @bad-surprise and @wyrd-syster

Mine are all from other fandoms, but just in case any Reylos still follow me or your sexual awakening was also Jareth the Goblin King 😂, I'll share my 5 favorite fics that I’ve written w/ all the old shit I made for them:

1. when the moon met the sun in the sky [reylo fantasy au | E | 71k | 20/20] — To date my proudest work, just because it was fun to try and attempt to evoke a Miyazaki-style fantasy world, and the world-building was so much fun.

"Who?" Rey asked.

She knew who. But she didn't know what else to say.

The man called Kylo Ren — Ben, her mind whispered — rolled his shoulders, a tick she'd seen before, a thousand times at least; an echo of a boy she used to know.

He seemed to notice. He took a tentative step toward her. When she flinched in response, he froze.

"Don't do that," he said, soft as a psalm. His dark eyes darted over every inch of her.

"Do what?" she asked.

"Lie."

2. Boon [reylogan heist au | E | 39k | 12/20] — This is such a niche fic in the first place because it’s a crossover between SW and Logan Lucky, but man, it was so fun and Rey/Clyde are so soft. I’d never attempted to write a heist and I obviously didn’t finish but I still have a fondness for this (permanently? IDK) on hiatus little fic.

“Your jar looks like it’s full of stars,” Sadie said, gaping at it.

“It does,” Clyde agreed. He raised his own. “Time to set them free?”

Sadie nodded, skipping into the night to release hers. As Rey turned to follow, Clyde snaked his good hand around her wrist.

“Follow me.”

He led her around the house, where the night felt denser, darker, somehow warmer. Underfoot, wild daisies swayed in the dying summer breeze.

“Here,” he murmured. She smiled at him, then twisted the top of her jar off. He followed suit. Together, they shook the little bugs free — to fly away, blinking little lights in the darkness; hazy yellow stars they might touch.

3. Crown Glass [reylo fantasy au | M | 4k | 1/1] — I love this one because it just sort of came into being; a prompt/gift one-shot that took on a mind of its own, but I got to play more with present tense and some high-fantasy elements bouncing around in my brain.

She shouldn’t be able to find it. But she does.

It stands tall, tucked away in the back of the cellar; she weaves through abandoned armor, crusted cauldrons, and shelves and shelves of spellbooks to reach it. It’s old, ancient even; she can feel that, even if she’d never set eyes on it, full-length and ringed in circles of crown glass that shimmer in the gloom.

She reaches out a hand, skimming the surface–

And then a world appears on the other side.

A room, awash in milky moonlight. A desk, buried by books. A bed…

And a man.

She draws her hand back, heart thumping as loud as the magic in her ears.

The world flickers and fades back into blackness.

4. This is the Sign You've Been Looking For [reylo modern au | E | 29k | 10/10] — My first real Reylo fic and what got me back into writing after years away, so I have to give it credit! Also my first ever AU, and Virgin artist Ben Solo and sign maker Rey were so sweet and sad but with a nice HEA.

"I'm sorry," Rey murmured, drawing close. She could only seem to look at her feet.

He pressed a large palm to her face, tilting her head up to look at him. The music filtering in from the living room was noticeably softer; vaguely, Rey recognized Elton's "Your Song" playing in the background and decided it was a good idea to rest her hands on Ben's hips.

He glanced down at her touch, swallowing hard.

"Don't be," he hummed.

5. Muse [Labyrinth canonverse fic | E | 82k | 20/20] — I have a lot of Feelings about this fic, but I have to include it even though a part of me wants to edit it into oblivion, haha. I feel like I’ve come so far as a writer since finishing this in my early twenties, but I’ll always appreciate this for how it helped me improve, for how it gave me an avenue to do more with fantasy world-building, and for the nice response it got in a small little fandom.

"Why did you give me the peach?"

He stared at her, his expression unfathomable.

"Are you going to answer me?" asked Sarah quietly.

"You know why I gave it to you," replied Jareth, "To make you forget."

"No," continued Sarah, "I know. That wasn't what I meant. Why did you give me the peach, knowing that I would never be able to leave after taking a bite?"

Tagging: @demonscantgothere @scriberated @myrsinemezzo @thrillofhope and @formerlyir

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[sherylholmes]

Updated Tra La La, Dr. King

Oops, someone tagged me on Tumblr, and I remembered this exists.  (Thank you for recommending my work, @anarcha-queer-horror !)

I’m kidding about having forgotten about this, though.  I’ve been trying to finish this fic for ages, and as recently as last week I wrote a whole other cache of notes for it.  But seeing one of my readers wonder aloud if this story is abandoned lit a fire under me. 

“No, it isn’t! It’s almost done, I’m just busy!” *cries in young professional*

Anyway, I had planned to post the two chapters I’d already had written, but then this one ambushed me in a dark alley and mugged my creativity for its own advantage.  So, uh, here’s a chapter that was never supposed to be written but now feels necessary?

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[laughableillusions]

LETS GIVE IT UP FOR THE WORM BITCHHHG

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[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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[starlessmistake]

Flight Risk

Jareth x Sarah - Labyrinth (1986)

Sarah runs. Jareth catches her.

(1.7k, 1/1, Rated M)

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[poop-diddy-scoop]

hii, so i’ve been meaning to write this one myself, but never get the time to, i really like your writing so, hey, give it a go! it’s a bit long tho lol

jareth gets iron poisoned (feels really sickly and weak, has to stay in bed), which means only a human can get near him without getting poisoned as well. unfortunately for you, dear reader, you are the only one around, and although you and the king don’t get along well you agree to help. obviously jareth is needy and keeps demanding absurd things just to spite you. one night while you are watching over him he is in a lot of pain, and says that skin to skin contact may alleviate it. your immediate response? strip all your clothing and big spoon him. he gets all flustered, but it does feel better so…

i hope this makes sense! 🤭

jareth x reader - the power of the human touch

a/n: y'all i am so excited this is SUCH a good plot holy shit

The clock struck midnight as you trudged wearily through the labyrinthine corridors of the Goblin Kingdom. It was a realm of shadows and twisted paths, where every turn seemed to lead to another dead end or a maze of confusion. Tonight, however, your journey was not guided by the whims of the maze, but by a more pressing matter – the urgent summons from the Goblin King himself.

Jareth, the enigmatic ruler of this surreal domain, had fallen gravely ill. Rumors whispered of iron poisoning, a malady that afflicted fae beings when exposed to the touch of cold iron. It was a rare affliction, one that left even the mighty King vulnerable and weakened. And now, it seemed, fate had cast you as his reluctant savior.

As you approached the grand doors of the throne room, guarded by two stoic goblins with sharp spears, you couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension. Your relationship with Jareth was anything but amicable. Ever since your accidental arrival in the Goblin Kingdom, you had clashed with the arrogant monarch on numerous occasions. But now, faced with his dire condition, you had little choice but to set aside your differences and offer your assistance.

With a deep breath, you pushed open the doors and stepped into the opulent chamber beyond. The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, emanating from the glowing crystals that adorned the walls. At the far end of the chamber, upon a throne of gleaming silver, sat Jareth himself, his regal attire a stark contrast to the pallor of his complexion.

"Ah, you finally decided to grace us with your presence," Jareth remarked, his voice tinged with annoyance as he regarded you with cold blue eyes. "I trust you haven't come empty-handed?"

You suppressed a sigh, steeling yourself for the inevitable confrontation. "I'm here to help, Jareth," you replied, trying to keep your tone neutral despite the rising tension between you. "What do you need?"

Jareth waved a dismissive hand, his expression growing more strained with each passing moment. "What I need is irrelevant," he snapped, his voice betraying a hint of weakness beneath its usual arrogance. "What matters is that you fulfill your duty as my loyal subject and attend to my needs."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, knowing that any display of defiance would only worsen the situation. Instead, you forced yourself to adopt a more conciliatory tone. "Tell me what I can do to help," you said, taking a tentative step forward.

Jareth regarded you for a moment, his gaze searching yours as if trying to gauge your sincerity. Finally, he relented with a resigned sigh. "Very well," he conceded, his voice softer now, tinged with a vulnerability that you had never seen before. "I require a remedy – a potion to counteract the effects of the iron poisoning. It will require rare ingredients, ones that can only be found in the darkest corners of the kingdom."

You nodded, mentally steeling yourself for the task ahead. "Consider it done," you replied, determined to fulfill your duty no matter the cost.

With that, you turned on your heel and made your way out of the throne room, leaving Jareth to his own devices. As you ventured deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the Goblin Kingdom, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of your consciousness. The task ahead would not be easy, but you knew that you had no choice but to persevere.

Hours passed as you scoured the kingdom for the rare ingredients that Jareth had requested. You encountered countless obstacles along the way – from treacherous traps to mischievous goblins intent on thwarting your progress. But despite the myriad challenges that stood in your path, you pressed on with unwavering determination, driven by the knowledge that Jareth's life hung in the balance.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you returned to the throne room with the ingredients in hand. Jareth lay sprawled upon his throne, his breathing shallow and labored as he struggled against the debilitating effects of the iron poisoning. Without hesitation, you set to work, mixing the potent concoction that would hopefully save his life.

As the potion bubbled and fizzed in the crucible before you, you couldn't help but steal a glance at the enigmatic figure slumped upon the throne. Despite your animosity towards him, you couldn't deny the pang of sympathy that welled within you at the sight of his suffering. For all his arrogance and cruelty, Jareth was still a creature of flesh and blood, vulnerable to the same frailties as any other being.

At last, the potion was complete – a shimmering elixir that glowed with an otherworldly light. With trembling hands, you approached Jareth and offered him the potion, praying silently that it would be enough to save him from the brink of death.

To your relief, Jareth accepted the potion without protest, downing it in a single gulp with a grimace of distaste. For a moment, there was silence as you waited with bated breath, unsure of what the outcome would be.

Then, slowly but surely, color returned to Jareth's pallid cheeks, and his breathing steadied as the effects of the potion took hold. With a deep sigh of relief, he slumped back against the throne, exhaustion etched upon his features.

"Well done, mortal," he murmured, his voice hoarse but filled with genuine gratitude. "You have saved my life."

You nodded, a sense of satisfaction swelling within you at the knowledge that you had succeeded where others had failed. But even as you basked in the glow of your accomplishment, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.

For though Jareth's life had been spared, the rift between you remained as wide as ever. And as you gazed into the depths of his cold blue eyes, you couldn't help but wonder what trials lay ahead in the tumultuous journey that lay before you.

———

As the night stretched on, you found yourself seated beside Jareth's bed, keeping a watchful eye over the slumbering king. His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, his brow furrowed in pain even in sleep. Despite his regal facade, it was evident that he was still suffering, his body wracked by the lingering effects of the iron poisoning.

"Are you awake?" you whispered softly, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the air.

Jareth stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he regarded you with a mixture of irritation and exhaustion. "What do you want now?" he grumbled, his voice tinged with annoyance.

You sighed, ignoring his brusque demeanor as you leaned in closer. "I know you don't want my help, but you're clearly in pain," you replied, your tone firm but gentle. "I can't just sit here and watch you suffer."

Jareth scoffed, a hint of defiance flashing in his eyes. "I don't need your pity, mortal," he retorted, though the strain in his voice betrayed the facade of indifference he tried to maintain.

You shook your head, refusing to be deterred by his stubborn pride. "It's not about pity," you insisted, your voice unwavering. "It's about doing what's right, no matter how much you may despise me."

For a moment, there was silence as Jareth regarded you with a mixture of frustration and grudging respect. Then, with a resigned sigh, he relented, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I admit, the pain is... unbearable."

You nodded, your heart aching at the sight of his suffering. "Is there anything I can do to help?" you asked, your voice soft with concern.

Jareth hesitated, his gaze flickering uncertainly as if weighing his options. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he spoke, his words hesitant but sincere.

"There is... one thing," he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. "Skin-to-skin contact... it may alleviate the pain."

You blinked in surprise, taken aback by his unexpected request. But before you could formulate a response, a mischievous grin spread across your lips as an idea took hold.

"So I should….strip my clothing and coddle you?," you suggested, mischief dancing in your eyes.

Jareth's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of crimson as he sputtered incoherently. "Wh-what?!" he spluttered, his voice rising several octaves in disbelief.

But you paid his protests no mind, already shedding your clothes with practiced ease. With a devilish grin, you climbed into the bed beside him, wrapping your arms around his trembling form in a tight embrace.

"Relax, Jareth," you murmured, your voice a soothing whisper against his ear. "I'm just trying to help."

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of Jareth's rapid heartbeat pounding in the silence. Then, slowly but surely, you felt the tension begin to melt away from his body, his ragged breaths growing steadier with each passing moment.

To your surprise, Jareth made no move to push you away, his body yielding to your touch with a vulnerability that took you aback. And as you held him close, you couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected intimacy of the moment, a fragile truce forged amidst the chaos of the night.

"I... I suppose this isn't so bad," Jareth admitted, his voice tinged with a mixture of embarrassment and relief.

You chuckled softly, a warmth spreading through your chest at the sound of his admission. "Just close your eyes and rest, Jareth," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I'll be right here beside you."

And as the night wore on, you held him close, the boundaries between you blurring in the darkness as you navigated the fragile balance between duty and desire, hatred and healing.

The air between you and Jareth grew thick with tension as he hesitated, his gaze flickering uncertainty between you and the bed. Finally, with a resigned sigh, he began to shed his clothing, his movements stiff and awkward as he stripped down to nothing but his bare skin.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy at the sight of his discomfort, the vulnerability of his nakedness laid bare for all to see. But before you could offer any words of reassurance, Jareth climbed back into bed beside you, his expression guarded as he tried to maintain a facade of indifference.

"I'm fine," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he settled himself against the pillows.

You nodded, though a part of you couldn't shake the feeling that he was anything but fine. But rather than press the issue further, you decided to let it be, knowing that sometimes silence spoke louder than words.

For a while, you lay in silence, the only sound the steady rhythm of your breathing mingling with the soft hum of the night. But as the minutes stretched on, you couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Jareth's demeanour, the tension in his muscles gradually giving way to a more relaxed state.

"You don't have to pretend, you know," you murmured, breaking the silence with a gentle whisper. "I can tell when something's bothering you."

Jareth's eyes flickered open, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. "I told you, I'm fine," he insisted, though his voice wavered slightly with uncertainty.

You offered him a small, understanding smile, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I know you are," you replied, your voice soft with sincerity. "But sometimes it's okay to let your guard down, even just for a moment."

For a moment, there was silence as Jareth considered your words, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the room. Then, with a resigned sigh, he relented, his shoulders sagging with the weight of his exhaustion.

"I suppose you're right," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... been a long night."

You nodded in understanding, offering him a reassuring squeeze of your hand as you snuggled closer to him in the warmth of the bed. And as the night wore on, you felt the tension begin to melt away between you, replaced by a newfound sense of intimacy that transcended the boundaries of pride and prejudice.

But just as you began to drift off to sleep, a sudden movement from Jareth caught your attention, his body tensing beneath your touch as his breathing grew shallow and erratic. With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you realised the source of his discomfort, the telltale signs of his arousal unmistakable even in the darkness of the room.

You bit back a sigh, knowing that now was not the time nor the place to address the elephant in the room. Instead, you chose to ignore it, snuggling closer to Jareth until you were sure he was asleep, his breathing steady and even against your skin.

With a silent sigh of relief, you slipped out of bed and began to dress yourself, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed you had shared. And as you made your way back to your own quarters, you couldn't help but wonder what the dawn would bring, and whether the fragile truce you had forged would hold in the harsh light of day.

———

The next day dawned with a sense of cautious optimism as you continued to tend to Jareth's recovery. Despite his protests, you insisted on monitoring his condition closely, administering potions and remedies to alleviate his symptoms and ensure a swift recovery. It was a delicate balance, one that required both patience and perseverance, but you were determined to see it through to the end.

As the day wore on, you found yourself growing increasingly weary, the weight of exhaustion pressing down upon you like a leaden blanket. But even as your eyelids grew heavy with fatigue, you refused to abandon your vigil, knowing that Jareth's life hung in the balance.

And so, as night fell once more, you found yourself seated beside Jareth's bed, a book in hand to keep yourself company as you watched over him in the darkness. The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, the glow of the crystals casting eerie shadows upon the walls as you settled in for another long night.

At first, Jareth slept peacefully, his breathing steady and even as he lay sprawled upon the bed in a tangle of limbs and blankets. But as the hours passed, you noticed a subtle shift in his demeanor, the restless stirring of his body betraying the turmoil that raged within his unconscious mind.

You watched him carefully, your heart aching at the sight of his restless slumber. But just as you were about to reach out and comfort him, a sudden movement from Jareth caught you off guard, your eyes widening in surprise as you watched him turn over onto his stomach and begin to... hump one of the many pillows that surrounded him on the bed.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched, unable to tear your eyes away from the mesmerizing sight before you. Jareth murmured softly in his sleep, his voice a breathy whisper that sent shivers down your spine as he writhed and squirmed against the pillow in a desperate frenzy of desire.

"Please... more... don't stop..." he whispered, his voice thick with longing as he continued to grind against the pillow with increasing urgency.

You felt a flush of heat rising to your cheeks as you watched, torn between the instinct to intervene and the overwhelming desire to simply let him be. But as Jareth's moans grew louder and more desperate, you knew that you couldn't just stand idly by and watch.

"Jareth," you whispered softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder in a gentle gesture of reassurance. "Wake up, it's just a dream."

But Jareth paid no heed to your words, lost in the throes of his own desires as he continued to hump the pillow with abandon. And as you watched him, a part of you couldn't help but wonder what fantasies danced behind his closed eyes, what forbidden desires drove him to such reckless abandon in the dead of night.

For a moment, there was silence as you watched Jareth, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared the peak of his arousal. Then, with a sudden cry of release, he collapsed against the pillow, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure as he finally succumbed to the darkness of sleep once more.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as you watched him, knowing that you had invaded his most intimate moments without his consent. But even as the guilt gnawed at the edges of your conscience, you couldn't deny the undeniable thrill that pulsed through your veins at the sight of him, vulnerable and exposed in the darkness of the night.

As Jareth's eyes fluttered open, his gaze met yours with a mix of confusion and embarrassment. His cheeks flushed crimson as he quickly realized the compromising position he had been caught in, his arousal evident even in the dim light of the room.

You felt a pang of sympathy for him, knowing all too well the awkwardness of being caught in such a vulnerable moment. But before you could offer any words of reassurance, Jareth spoke, his voice tinged with a mixture of defensiveness and embarrassment.

"I... I can explain," he stammered, his cheeks burning with shame as he struggled to find the right words.

But you silenced him with a gentle shake of your head, your own cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you tried to find the right words to ease the tension between you.

"It's okay, Jareth," you murmured, your voice soft with understanding. "There's no need to be embarrassed."

Jareth hesitated, his eyes flickering uncertainly as he regarded you with a mixture of disbelief and relief. "But... what about... this?" he asked, gesturing awkwardly to the obvious evidence of his arousal.

You sighed, knowing that there was no easy way to address the elephant in the room. "You need to stop being embarrassed and let me take care of you," you replied, your voice firm but gentle. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

With a reluctant nod, Jareth acquiesced, his body going limp with relief as you settled yourself on the bed beside him. Without a word, you reached out to touch him, your fingers trailing lightly over the sensitive skin of his arousal as you began to stroke him with slow, deliberate motions.

At first, Jareth tensed beneath your touch, his muscles coiling with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. But as you continued to work your magic, his resistance melted away, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming pleasure that washed over him.

And as you watched him, a sense of satisfaction washed over you, knowing that you had helped to ease his suffering, if only for a fleeting moment. For in the darkness of the night, amidst the tangled sheets and whispered secrets, you had found a fragile truce, a moment of intimacy that transcended the boundaries of pride and prejudice.

As Jareth neared the peak of his pleasure, his breath hitched in his throat, his body trembling with anticipation as he teetered on the edge of release. You could feel the tension building within him, the pressure mounting with each stroke of your hand as you worked him towards his climax.

And then, with a sudden cry of ecstasy, Jareth reached the point of no return, his body convulsing in a powerful orgasm as he spilled his seed into your waiting mouth. You felt the warm rush of his release flooding over your tongue, thick and salty as it coated the back of your throat with its sticky sweetness.

But before he could fully succumb to the pleasure, you acted on instinct, swallowing him down your throat in one smooth motion, the heat of his arousal filling you to the brim as you took him deep within yourself. Jareth's eyes widened in shock, his body tensing with a mixture of surprise and disbelief as he watched you with wide-eyed wonder.

"W-what are you doing?" he gasped, his voice hoarse with arousal as he struggled to regain his composure.

You met his gaze with a knowing smile, the taste of him lingering on your lips as you spoke. "Just enjoying the moment," you replied, your voice a playful whisper against his skin. "After all, what's a little indulgence between friends?"

Jareth's eyes softened at your words, a hint of vulnerability shining through the mask of arrogance and pride that he wore like a shield. Tinged with awe and admiration, he reached out to touch your cheek with trembling fingers.

"You truly are something else”.

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