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𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

I think it's been made abundantly clear that I'm a Marcus girly and lately i've been thinking about reintroducing him to physical touch after he's been alone so long...

He's not used to it, having been alone for so long, it takes him some getting used to. He won't initiate in the beginning but once he feels it's normal good luck getting his hand on you because he didn't realise just how much he needed physical touch.

It starts off gentle, with little kisses here and there with your hand brushing against his, and it sends this tingly feeling all up his arm.

Then it progresses to him laying with you when you ask, fingers dancing over each others skin. Marcus begins to crave it, and finds ways to initiate without being the one to actually initiate.

He'll ask if your tired and need to lay down, only to join you when you do, but once when he was sitting and reading a book you juat plopped yourself on his lap and nuzzled your head into his neck.

Game over.

Now he needs to be touching you at every opportunity, hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you close, nose nuzzling his face into you, legs thrown together, face being peppered with kisses

you got him started and now he just can't stop

He'll beckon you to him with a little "my tesoro" and lie you over him

He wants you to use him like he's your personal weighted blanket.

It doest have to even be romantic, just touch him please, even if it's just poking and prodding at his face

Michael Langdon X F!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, pet names, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, cussing, idk if there is anything else.

A/n: hope you enjoy this, let me know if you want a part two. Sorry it took so long I was on a writing break for a while.😌 please like, and reblog. Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

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Michael and I were walking through the grocery as we would usually do once a week. But today Michael couldn’t keep his hands off of me, which made it hard to do things. The store was practically empty except for a few other people doing some shopping. This made it all the easier for Michael to hide the small kisses he would leave lightly on my neck, cheeks, and face. His hands all the while stayed in my waist as I pushed the cart, it was getting to be a little much as we were now circling the same section for the fourth time. I kept gently moving away from him to keep myself on track but he wouldn’t stop. We hadn’t had the chance to have any alone time in about a week and a half as we were both busy with work. Michael’s patience has seems to be stretched thin as he continued to kiss my shoulder. I pulled away from him once again and turned around before he could grab onto my waist.

“Michael, please we’re in the market. When we get home we can relax but I want to get some food before the thunderstorm comes into full effect.” I pleaded with him, I don’t think a word I said got past his ears as his eyes raked over my body and back up to meet mine. I sighed and started to walk away, he was quick to follow me and place his hands back on my hips. I stopped once again and turned around to face him. I placed my hands on his shoulders pushing him back a little bit before speaking.

“Darling, the faster we pick up our groceries. The faster we get home and to bed, the longer you keep me circling the same section the longer it takes to get me naked and on top of you.” I said with a pleasant smile, that seemed to get through to him as he was now leading me through the store and picking up the groceries. It shouldn’t surprise me how fast he was but it did. He finished picking up everything on the list while I was standing in the ice cream section still deciding what flavor I wanted. He circled back for me, almost sweeping me off my feet until I yelped.

“All the groceries are in the cart ready for check out. Now let’s get out of here.” He said with a smirk on his face, I slide out of his grip and stood there still deciding on what ice cream to get. I had been successfully standing there for four minutes before he got annoyed and started to become antsy.

“Let’s buy all the flavors, I can lick it off of you.” He pleaded, I rolled my eyes and continued to stare at the ice creams.

“No,” I said, I wanted to try something new but I was having a tough time deciding what it should be. Until Michael took one out of the fridge and put it in my hands I read the description of the ice cream and it seemed like it would taste good. I put it in the cart and Michael seemed relieved that I agreed. Though he was the AntiChrist, he would and could never go against me. He was powerful but I was stronger, though he would never truly know my full power. He know that I was an angel, literally sent from heaven. He knew even before he married me and he still could bring himself to leave me.

“Michael let’s get some pastries, they’d go great with the ice cream” I suggested already walking away from him. He was quick to pull me back and point out the box of treats in the cart that he already picked up.

“Oh darling, I’ve already picked them out for you. Now let’s check out” he said, he was very eager to get home but I wasn’t all that interested in that right now as I was surrounded by food. I dipped out of his grip and started walking to the fruits. Michael was growing more and more annoyed by the minute as I walked through the aisle checking each and every fruit thoroughly before putting them in a bag. Michael wasn’t one to slouch, always having a perfect posture, but he was annoyed, horny, and stuck in his work suit. He didn’t have much room to breathe in all the right places. Although me wearing my work clothes didn’t help alleviate any of his stress. My outfit consisted of a white button-up body con dress that stopped at the middle of my thigh. Along with some heeled boots, the outfit was having its debut and I knew Michael wanted to just rip it off of me already.

“Sweetheart, please we can come back tomorrow or Sunday. Let’s go check out” he pleaded almost begging, I paid no attention to him as I was picking out the perfect mango. I continued walking down the aisle completely disregarding his presence when he came up behind me and pulled me away towards the checkout. I pouted as he put all the groceries on the counter for the cashier, I bagged our stuff before putting it in the cart. Michael paid for everything before placing his hands on my hips and guiding me out of the store. It was pouring outside and I was wearing an all-white dress. I was going to try to run to the car but Michael made the walk slower as he gladly watched me get completely soaked. I quickly put all the stuff in the car and got in. Michael started the car and quickly peeled out of the parking lot to get home as fast as he could.

“So what are we thinking for dinner?” I asked him, his eyes quickly raking over me before turning back to the road.

“I’m not really into food right now” he cooed, I brushed his answer off.

“So I was thinking, maybe you could cook me that shrimp pasta again? It was delicious last time, I don’t know what you put in it but I’ve just been craving it for a while now” I said smiling at him, he smiled genuinely and for a second he looked not like he wanted to eat me.

“Okay I’ll make you a deal, we can cook it together but you have to let me do as I please while we cook” he offered, I thought for a minute and nodded. He seemed pleased that I accepted his offer, once we got home he stopped him in the driveway. I got out and walked around to help with the bags, he took a majority of them as I opened the front door.

“I’ll put the stuff away, you take off those wet clothes and put on an apron.” He said smiling, I took off my shoes before walking upstairs to our bathroom and peeling the wet dress off my skin. I took off everything that I had on, I could hear the storm starting to boom outside. I pulled out a simple lingerie set from my drawer that I had gotten to surprise Michael but before I could put it on, the door swung open to our bedroom to reveal Michael in all his glory. He looked pleased with my state of undress, he had already started to take off his clothes but seeing me seemed to make him go faster.

“Darling, you look gorgeous.” He complimented me and pulled off the last of his clothes before wrapping his arms around me.

“Michael, can I be in control tonight? I just want to try something different” I asked him with my best puppy dog eyes. He could never say no to those eyes so he nods before sitting on the bed.

“Lay down for me my love, and close your eyes” I instructed gently, he did as told and I quickly handcuffed him to the bed frame. He opened his eyes and tried pulling his hands free at once.

“Beautiful what is this?” He questioned

“Don’t you like it? I made them myself, they are made so that you can’t break out of them until I let you out” I beamed, he started to try and pull at the cuffs even harder. While he was distracted I took my time and licked up the base of his dick and swirled around the tip. He ceased all movement and looked down at me, I put the tip in my mouth and slowly attempted to take as much as I could until I could feel him hit the back of my throat. I gagged and he let out a whimper-like moan, I looked up at him as he had his head thrown back. I pulled away to breathe for a second using my hands to pleasure him at a steady pace.

“Is it too much for you angel?” He teased, I looked up at him and scoffed.

“If you don’t shut up I’ll find something to occupy your mouth” I warned, he seemed amused.

“Do it then, I’d hate for you to have to do all the work and get nothing in return.” He chided, Michael was a lover of face-sitting. He believed his face was my throne, so I gave him what he wanted. I gently placed myself on top of his face, he immediately got to work. I leaned my body down so I could go back to giving him head. I focused my mouth on the tip as my hands worked on his balls and the base. He was using his tongue to work my clit, lapping and swirling around. He was already pushing me closer and closer to the edge making it hard for me to even work on him. I pulled away from him and completely got off of him.

“You were so close let me just finish the job” he demanded pulling at the cuffs with more power this time. I straddled his waist, with his dick up against my clit. Michael liked to take charge and he was having a very hard time getting used to me being in control.

“Michael I got it, just enjoy it” I assured him, and that only made him try to break free even more. I started to grind against his dick, if I even leaned back just a little bit too far he would be poking my hole. He was getting impatient, his hips thrusting up ever so slightly as to get in.

“My angel, please just let me in.” He practically begged, I sighed and lined him up with myself before slowly taking all of him. I let out a sweet moan and laid on top of him kissing his neck up to his lip. I could taste myself on him but it was heavenly, his hips went to work thrusting into me. He was still pulling at the handcuffs when I heard the sound of wood breaking, in a quick second I felt his hands slap down on my ass and hold me down as he started to use more power to thrust into me. I tried to get off of him but the handcuffs were still on him and now holding me down against him.

“Wait, baby-“ I pleaded, he smiled and he start to fuck me senselessly.

“Awe, gorgeous let’s pick things up to speed,” he said, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn’t think anymore, I could feel that familiar knot in my stomach, and he started to slow down. He kept a moderate pace making sure to bottom out with every thrust.

“Come on princess take these cuffs off, let me make you feel good.” He whispered in my ear, I had tears running down my face at this point. My senses were overwhelmed and it was like I had been brought back to the gates of heaven but not able to in yet.

“Regno e Gloria. ( kingdom and glory)” I said softly and the handcuffs unlocked with a clink. He smiled and now held my hips properly. He stood up and laid me on my back, he started to fuck me in missionary position and rub my clit as my orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed as the loudest strike of thunder ripped through the sky. All the muscles in my body tightened before I felt weak. Michael moaned as he came inside me, he kissed me sweetly. He pulled out and continued to rub my clit prolonging my orgasm. I pushed his hand away weakly as I tried to move away.

Request: Reader getting people out to safety gets hurt really badly and trapped, and Bruce has to save her

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Female!Reader

Word Count: 3600

Warnings: Arguments, explosions, graphic injuries

Summary: During a work party a call comes in that the Joker has planted a bomb somewhere in Gotham. You’re tasked with clearing your building when the unthinkable happens.

Part 1 of 3

Part 2   Part 3 

The champagne was expensive, imported directly from France at far too much a bottle, you should know, you were the one who placed the order, yet it tasted dull on your tongue as you sipped at the flute. It wasn’t the alcohol’s fault, nearly everyone at this retirement party had complimented you on the choice, no, it was the company or lack thereof that was sullying the experience. Bruce had agreed to meet you at the party, something you’d been okay with given your schedules. But now you were two hours in and there was still no sign of him. And he was due to give a speech soon to thank the retiree for all the years he’d worked on the board at Wayne Enterprises. Already you’d been pulled aside twice by other board members, asking where Bruce was. 

You slipped out of the function room and into the empty stairwell, pulling your phone from your purse so you could call him.

On the fifth ring, he answered. 

“Bruce, where are you?” You asked before he had a chance to speak.

“Working. I’m not going to make it.”

“Work- dammit, Bruce, you promised you’d make it this time!”

“This is more important than a party, Y/N. You know that.” 

The fact that he didn’t even sound sorry or bothered in any way made it even more frustrating, but you forced yourself to take a breath. If he was working, it must be on something important. “What’s going on? Is it something I need to be concerned about?”

“No.”

“Then what are you working on?”

Jareth X Reader –Slipping Away

A/N – Fun fact, Sluagh are part of Irish folklore, I didn’t make them up. They’re the spirits of the restless dead, sometimes viewed as fae with no loyalty, reason or mercy, doomed to wander the Earth in hordes.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Jareth X Reader – The Love of a King

A/N – The cat drugs wore off and I’m good to write again ^_^

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Request: Hello love :) I was just wondering if I could get a headcanon for Jareth, where reader gets badly hurt in the labyrinth and Jareth has to take care of them and it’s super fluffy :))) if not feel free to ignore this! I hope you have an excellent day and stay safe :) 

I genuinely had no idea the Jareth fandom was so big but I am here for it my dear @ziggystadust8675

Okay, so, Jareth freaks the HECK out when he first finds you.

He tries to play it off all cool, as if he has the whole situation under control. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and the other underneath your knees, lifting you up and cuddling you against his chest even though you tell him repeatedly it’s just a scrape and you can walk.

He just shushes you, brushing a gloved pointer finger over your cheek and walking you back to your shared bed chamber, tutting at you calling your injury small when he can see how serious it is.

He has a look of nonchalance on his face, the lines a little deeper and a slight frown if you look closely, but you can feel his heart hammering against your side, so you know he’s terrified.

If it had been worse, if he had lost you, he would have moved every star in the sky, destroyed them all, just for a hope of getting you back to him somehow.

When he finally lies you down on your bed, he spends as little time as he possibly can finding some medicine, and some clean rags and water, as he doesn’t to leave you alone for too long. 

He kneels by your side, washing away any blood, putting ointment on any bruises, getting the goblins to run and get you some water and more pillows when he can see you squirming.

He lets you hold onto his bicep the whole time, squeezing it, as he talks through everything he’s doing with you both to keep you awake and your mind occupied away from the injury, and so that you would know what to do if this happened again and he was away on business.

He seems calm when he finishes, pressing a kiss to your forehead, but his eyes are dark and angry and you know the goblins are in for it later for not making the Labyrinth a safe place for you.

He disappears off for a while, but returns later with some dinner he’s made you - it’s pretty bland, and inedible, but it’s the first time he’s cooked human food and you appreciate the sentiment.

He spends the rest of the night cuddling you after that - not sleeping, too wary, but instead keeping one eye open for any changes or flickers from you. Luckily, you sleep sound, tucked into his arms, and he finally falls asleep when the sun begins to hit through the open window.

Yes you can I will always be up for writing Jareth! CW: NSFW, Foul Language

Word count: 2.2k~

The labyrinth was a place that people were sent to when they were careless in their actions and took something so significant for granted. In the amount of time I had lived in the kingdom of labyrinth, I watched as people from all around the outside world came and went with some of the poor souls having to leave by themselves as the people who carelessly wished them away stayed and turned into goblins having traded themselves for the other. I hated watching this occur, and despite proceeding with such things, I know the man I loved hated these things too.

What hurts me the most is knowing a baby could appear in our realm at any moment while their older sibling would enter the labyrinth to try and get them back. In the time I have been here, I have yet to see it happen, but still, I know it does occur.

Jareth x fem!reader. Reader finally has a dream... and Jareth is certainly there.

Part One here.

Rating: NC-17, explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,700

Warnings: Jareth takes advantage of a dream, heavy makeout session, sexual touching, mentions of oral sex, fingering, unprotected piv sex, creampie, cum eating (kinda), fey shenanigans, vague threats

Normally, you didn't dream.

Ever since you had wished away your college roommate and met a dark fey named Jareth, king of a faraway labyrinth, you hadn't dreamed. At least not one that you could remember.

That was what made this night so singular. You were dreaming. What’s more, this wasn’t just the watery memory of a dream dissipating the next morning as you were trying to wake up. No, you were in the dream, living every moment as if it were happening now instead of in some distant reality.

You were pressed into a deliciously soft surface, and there was something on top of you. Someone, actually, someone you didn’t mind lying beneath. Your mouth was occupied with long, languorous kisses. Something about this seemed familiar, though you knew you had never been in this situation before. Or maybe you had and you just truly didn’t remember your dreams?

No, not possible. You would remember this. You would never be able to forget. Forget…

Ah, that was what was happening. You relaxed even further into the embrace of your dream lover as you realized exactly what was happening. You were having a dream about him.

For years, you had been haunted by the kiss Jareth the Goblin King had bestowed upon you after he had returned you to your dorm room. You thought of it often, no matter how often you tried to pull yourself away when you slipped into thoughts of how his lips had felt on yours.

It wasn’t just his lips, though. Everything from the handshake you had shared to the way his fingers had brushed against your jaw was… different. It was like you felt those sensations more deeply, as though the simple touches were something worth savoring. It was no wonder, then, that a kiss from the fey had made such an impact.

Of course, Happy Holidays my darling! <3

Part of my Christmas Present Requests

(I do not own Labyrinth or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @tiny012.)

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Jareth has spent most of his life alone - although he’s ventured to the human world from time to time, the Labyrinth is mainly filled with sandy, hollow halls and dusty cellars and staircases and useless goblins, so although he’s too proud to admit it his heart and hands do ache for something to touch.

But this means he also thrives on any kind of needy attention, have you seen this man?? Like come on it would inflate his ego so bad he would love it, but more than anything he adores you so much that 24/7 his soul and skin burns with the need to feel you pressed up against him. 

If you sneak into the throne room while he’s busy reading over important documents, please slide onto his lap until your back is snuggled up against his dress shirt and the papers have been pushed aside to be replaced with your hands. Look up at him with those big shiny eyes, and whisper in your needy sleepy voice that you need cuddles and you BET he’s going to melt into you and give you whatever you want.

Sometimes, during silky moonlit nights when Jareth tries to leave early to instruct the goblins for the day and not disturb you, a wild hand reaches out from the plush comforter and grabs onto his wrist. Pulling him back onto the bed until he’s landed flush on top of you, he threatens to turn you into a sloth with his magic. You laugh as nuzzles his mouth against the side of your neck, knowing he’s only joking with you as he presses a kiss to your lips... right?

He loves to take any opportunity when you cling to him to tease you - lips grazing slowly down your neck as you whimper in his grasp, his hands tightening into balling fists as he holds your waist tighter. His teeth drag over your shoulders, tongue wiping the welts apologetically as he goes, his finger running down your spine and leaving you shivering.

Half the time, he feels as if you have him under some kind of spell.

During dinner, he’ll hold your hand over the table, whilst simultaneously lifting your legs to rest them on his knees and rub your feet.

Please sit on his lap during honey-gold hazy mornings where the both of you are still sleepy messes - place yourself between the brackets of his arms and tuck yourself against his chin as he does his makeup, throwing glitter at you from time to time with his brush.

Sometimes he’ll tug you into the velvet lining of his cape like a little owl and you just hug his chest all warm and comfortable and safe.

He’ll growl if you curl your fingers through the strands of his hair, scraping against his scalp and tugging lightly. He’ll grab the underside of your thighs, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he’ll kiss you fervently, before the two of you accidentally tumble to the floor.

‘Mmmhh you’re not going anywhere my little starlight.’

‘Jareth you managed to knock the table over us as well I don’t think I could go anywhere even if I wanted to.’

Jareth x reader

Warnings: straight smut 

Requested: by @undercanonthots ots, Omg I’ve just saw that you have open request for labyrinth characters 😭 I’m like the happiest person ever!! I know that I always ask for NSFW or SFW alphabets cause I have like 0 imagination to request, but may I ask you for the alphabets if you’re Ok with them? For Jareth please 🥺🥺🖤 (also sorry for my English mistakes!)

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Author’s Note: I hope this is good love! I’m excited to get into Jareth, I’ve loved him since I was a little girl 

Jareth x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: nothing I don’t think? 

Author’s Note: For this one I really desperately tried to capture how this movie made me feel. Even know I feel like a child when I think of it, with a childs mindset. Such an interesting movie that makes me feel like the world could always be a bit more than it is. I hope you enjoy it darling 

Requested: by anon, I’m so excited Labyrinth requests are open! Could I please get a Jareth x reader and what they’re first kiss would be like and the reason behind it? Thanks love, you’re the best!

Summary: the request

Genre: fluff

Song: As the world falls down by david bowie 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Apologies for the long meeting, I just love him and the story of Labyrinth with all my heart)

- The thing about Jareth is that he becomes what you wish for him to be. If you want an adventure then he’ll give you one. Want romance? You’ll get it. Want an escape? He’ll whisk you away in an instant. Everything that you encounter is there because of you. 

- But perhaps we’re getting ahead of ourselves. You and Jareth meet after you encounter the story of the Labyrinth at an old bookshop.

- You couldn’t quite explain why you’d entered the shop. Curiosity perhaps, you’d never been inside, in fact, you hadn’t even known it existed. But a part of you knew that it was more than that; you felt a pull towards it. It was as though something beyond your understanding had wanted you to go inside. And so you did.

- Wandering between the dusty, wooden shelves filled with old, fading books, you jumpd as an abrupt dull thud came from behind you. Once you’d turned, you found that a book had fallen off the shelves. ‘The Labyrinth’ the cover read and upon opening it, you saw the portrait of an unsightly yet endearing goblin printed on the opening page.

- You went to put it back on the shelf before an odd gnawing feeling filled you, as though you were missing out on something if you returned it to its; what you thought was it’s, rightful place. You turned the book around and gazed at the cover for another moment before deciding that you’d purchase it.

“Oh that one? That one you can have for free. See how old it is? Free, free, free. No ones bought it for many years, you’re doing me a favor by taking it.” The withered shop keeper had said as you went to hand them the book.

- Odd. You thought since nearly all of the books in the shop were just as old if not older. But who were you to turn down a persons generosity? Thanking the shop keeper, you left the store, clutching your newly owned book in your hand as you made your way home.

- Once you arrived home, you set the book down and went about the rest of your routine. It wasn’t until later that night that you actually cracked the book open, completely unaware of how invested you would become in the story.

- You spent hours devouring the pages, seldom stopping for anything and oblivious to the starry eyes which watched you from the dark of the night outside your window.

- It was a few days later that you would first encounter the goblin king in person. You’d had a bad day and felt as though you’d rather disappear forever than be a functional human being for another day. It was then that you remembered a specific quote from the story you’d read mere days before. With a solemn chuckle, you sank to the floor, closing your eyes and saying the words.

“I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now.”

- You sat silent for a long moment, taking a few deep breaths and trying to forget about the day you had. Creak! Your eyes snapped open and your head whipped to the side before you began to laugh nervously, there was nothing there.

- But in an instant, it felt as though the entire room was alive and that; even though you were completely alone, there was someone or something there with you. The distinct feeling of being watched filled you and you felt a twinge of panic invade your senses. You quickly made your way towards your back door and stepped outside …only to find that you weren’t in your backyard.

- Before you was the beautiful view of a, well, a labyrinth. It was just like the one in the book. Were you dreaming? You must have been, how else would you be …here.

- You began to walk towards the labyrinth, soon encountering the fairies, Hoggle, the worm. You marveled at the place around you and yet, you were worried. How would you get home?

- The answer wasn’t going to be anywhere outside of the labyrinth, and so you kept on going. Maneuvering your way through obstacle after obstacle, joining up with Hoggle once more who agreed to show you the way out after some bribery and blackmail. It was with Hoggle that you saw him for the first time.

- Well, it wasn’t really him at first, he was sitting on the ground in the shape of a creature-esque beggar. Even if it was him, you wouldn’t have recognized him. You moved closer to Hoggle as the two of you went to pass the blind beggar, creeping past before the creature spoke.

“Your majesty.” Hoggle said and your eyes widened. Stooping slightly, you bowed your head in a show of respect, up until the king made Hoggle confess his “true intentions behind helping you”.

- Unbeknownst to you, the goblin king was jealous of your newfound friendship with the ghastly little man and sought to squash it. Playing the role of kind king, he watched your reaction to the news, hiding his glee and making a face of teasing disappointment at the Hoggle.

“And you Y/n,” he turned his attention towards you, a smirk settling on his face as he leaned against the wall in front of you. “How are you enjoying my labyrinth?”

“Well, it’s very beautiful,” you fumbled for the right words to say, your throat dry and your stomach filled with butterflies. “I’ve enjoyed my time here, the good and the bad. But …I would like to know the way home….”

- He tsked at you before offering you a deal. If you managed to arrive at his castle in the next thirteen hours, then you could leave. But if you couldn’t, you would have to stay with him forever. With no other option, you accepted the challenge.

- Of course, he tries to foil all of your plans and attempts. Every now and again, he’ll drop in and make your mission harder. He’s always very smug whenever he messes you up and makes you take a longer route, though; at the same time, he wants you to arrive at his castle as soon as possible.

- Throughout his visits, he’ll try and win you over. Trying to impress you with his powers and woo you with his charms.

- Not many people have gotten as far as you have so believe me; he’s impressed. Though he also feels jealous as he watches you express any affection to the creatures of the labyrinth and your new friends. He threatens them every time they leave your sight.

- Regardless of his attempts to throw you off track, you do in fact make it to the castle in time. Thoroughly distraught, he offers you a final desperate deal though it sounds more like a plea. Let him rule you. Stay with him, fear him, love him. Do as he says, and he will be your slave.

- The offer makes you freeze, your heart and mind racing. For a long moment, you remain silent before you slowly open your mouth and give him your answer. Yes, you’ll stay.

- The smile he gives you is genuine and the world around you begins to put itself back together. Soon enough, you’re standing in the room full of staircases, a hopeful feeling rising within you.

“Come, let us pick your new room.” He offers you his hand and you take it, allowing him to lead you into the corridor of the castle.

- The two of you have dinner that night and both of you would consider it to be your first date. Candle light, flowers, the occasional rambunctious goblin; it was beautifully strange and you wouldn’t have changed a thing.

- The two of you share your first kiss in one of the many gardens of the Labyrinth. You were admiring the flowers and he was standing beneath a shady tree, admiring you; something he does very often.

- Out of nowhere, he stalked out from his shaded corner, hands behind his back as he leans down and kisses you. No words spoken, no questions asked and certainly no complaints made. He pulled away and you smiled up at him, though he was looking at the flowers in front of you. He only returned your smile as you turned back to the flowers happily, his heart full of adoration and gratitude.

- The two of you would only remain together forever …not long at all.

- You’re only ever in the company of goblins and/or other creatures; and he couldn’t care less about their comfort or opinions, so pda isn’t really a problem for him. The only problem with Pda is the fact that he doesn’t want to appear too soft in front of his subjects.

- Passionate, breathtaking kisses that make you weak in the knees and send a wave of heat coursing through you.

- He loves when you come to spend time with him; or just to see him, on your own accord, even if you’re technically disrupting something. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He’ll say, his face brightening as you come into view or the instant he hears your voice.

- He craves your affection and attention, even though he’s good at hiding it. He knows that he’s been “alone” for a very long time but it still genuinely surprises him when he’s reminded as to how much he’s actually missed having a companion.

- He always gives you a closed lip smile whenever you kiss him on the cheek. How big it is depends on the situation.

- He loves when you play with his hair, he’ll lay between your legs and toy with his crystals while you braid or twirl his teased locks.

- Getting to hear him sing. He usually pulls you into a dance while he does so.

- He’s quite fond of terms of endearment, he likes that only he is truly allowed to call you them and you him. Usually, he’ll call you love, darling, pet, and my queen.

- He’s a cuddler but you aren’t allowed to let anyone know that. Most of the time, the two of you will sleep with your head on his chest, one of your hands in his and his other arm wrapped around you, keeping you close.

- He likes tracing his fingers across your skin, usually your bare back while you’re laying on your stomach next to him in bed.

- Hand kisses.

- Constant compliments and praise.

“Well don’t you look ravishing~”

- He plays little tricks on you from time to time. I’m fairly certain that he’s; at least, part fae and we all know that they’re mischievous little bastards.

- Occasionally getting spooked by him because he’ll just appear somewhere close to you out of nowhere, usually with an expression that tells you that he knew exactly what he was doing.

- He enjoys the banter that the two of you get into. He likes the little smiles he can force you into making with his teasing comments.

- Sometimes, he’ll just drape himself across you; or lay his head on some part of you, and start a conversation as though nothing is out of the ordinary; which is true because he does it enough that you’ve gotten used to it.

“Do you think it’s too much?”

- Telling him about your dreams and the little odd things that happen to you throughout the day, even though he most likely already knows about them. He finds it amusing to listen to you describe them either way. 

- He likes having your full attention. He likes the feeling of being yearned for and adored, though he adores you the same amount if not more.

- He’s sorta clingy though he tries his best to hide just how clingy he is. You get little glimpses of it every now and again, like him dropping in to see what you’re doing throughout the day or having you stay close to his side whenever you can.

- He’s a; for the most part, chivalrous gentleman, even when you’re testing his patience. It doesn’t matter if you’ve just had an argument, he’s still offering you his hand to steady yourself with while climbing up the castle steps.  

- Getting his capes draped over your shoulders.

- Getting to hear all of his stories about the land, the labyrinth, and all of the creatures that inhabit it.

- You definitely sit on his lap while he’s in his throne, having little conversations while the goblins jeer at each other and cause trouble around you.

- You try to get him to be nicer to the goblins and all the other creatures of the labyrinth but old habits die hard; especially since he sees them as below him. He tries though, mainly to please you.

- You’re somewhat feared by association; at least until they get to know you, which means everyone is pretty much always incredibly nice to you, even if they’re usually rude to people. After they do get to know you, then they just begin to genuinely like you enough to be kind to you.

- Although, they revert back to their; understandably, timid selves when Jareth shows up. You can; quite literally, tell when the king shows up because their smiles will drop and their eyes will widen, some cowering slightly as you glance behind your shoulder, finding the blonde watching you.

- Masquerade balls thrown in your honor.

- Strange but delicious meals.

- Nights spent in front of a fire, cuddled into his side and watching different places and dreams in his crystals.

- Watching the sun rise and set together. 

- You get anything your heart desires, all you have to do is ask or mention something in passion. He’ll either leave it for you to find in your room or manifest it right then and there, raising an eyebrow at you and smirking, a sparkling little glint in his eyes.

- Magic tricks. He enjoys seeing the wonder and awe on your face. 

- Hugs from behind. 

- Catching him talking to the goblins about you. It’s always something that you can’t help but find cute. 

- Getting dressed up in extravagant clothing. He enjoys seeing you in proper goblin ruler fashion.

- You assume your queenly duties and take it upon yourself to make the labyrinth a better place wherever you can. He doesn’t understand your need to be kind but he does find it quite adorable when you return home with dirtied clothing and mussed up hair; usually out of breath with a big smile on your face, having spent the day helping the citizens of the labyrinth.

 “Well look at your dress. You’ve ruined it.” He’ll say, usually in such a fond teasing manner that you can’t help but let out a little laugh.

- All the goblins adore you, even if you don’t necessarily fit in with them and the king. They like your little quirks and contrasting personality traits as much as they like the ones that match theirs.

- Occasionally stepping in to stop him from making brash; and oftentimes cruel, decisions.

- He’s incredibly jealous. Anytime he sees someone talking to you in a relatively “too friendly” way, he’ll threaten them with the bog of eternal stench or some other horrible part of his land.

- He’s very protective of you, the labyrinth can be a very dangerous place for someone who doesn’t truly know where they’re going. He always insists that you have someone accompany you; which you usually have no problem with. He also watches you from his crystals whenever he feels that something is wrong.

- You cant be sure but you guess that Jareth has something to do with the barn owl that follows you on your little journeys through the land.

- Arguments here and there. He usually ends up either shutting you down or snapping at you, though he doesn’t ever yell. Just to be petty, you’ll ignore him and occasionally go to stay somewhere else, usually being wholeheartedly yet wearily accepted into the home of one of your strange friends.

- He’s extremely irritable during these cold shoulder sessions, snapping at the goblins more than usual and ranting to them about how you “could dare just walk out on” him. He usually makes the creatures/goblins try to convince you to talk to him. Eventually, he’ll visit, telling you that you’re acting childish before breaking; as you refuse to say a word to him, and desperately trying to get you to forgive him.

- He doesn’t say “I love you” constantly but he does say it very often. Even so, it doesn’t change how special it feels every time he says it.

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

But what no one knew, was that the Goblin King had fallen in love with the girl~

- Jareth had spent centuries scouring the aboveground for the perfect companion and not a single soul had ever interested him …not until you came along.

- Jareth took notice of you once when you were small, you’d done some silly little thing which had made him laugh and think about what a charming child you were. But that was all it had been, he’d watched a snippet of your life and moved on.

- He’d forgotten about you for quite a few years, in fact he’d forgotten about looking for anyone at all. But then, on a whim, he’d remembered you and; slightly curious, he searched for you in one of his crystals.

- You were much older now but he could see it was you. He could also see that you’d grown up to be quite beautiful. With his curiosity quelled, he put down the crystal and went about his day.

- It wasn’t very obvious at first but for some reason, you’d managed to worm your way into his head. Every now and again, he’d find his mind drifting towards you, wondering about you, daydreaming about you. It wasn’t long before he’d realized that there had to have been a reason that he couldn’t just forget you like all the rest.

- He found himself peering into your life nearly everyday, taking note of the kind of person you were and coming to realize that you …were perfect. It was you. You were the person he was looking for, at least he was nearly sure. He still had to give you the final test.

- And so, the Goblin King whisks you away to the underground, giving you your ultimatum and letting you begin your journey through the Labyrinth.

- It’s important to mention that Jareth becomes, and is, what you want him to be. There’s a reason that everything you encounter within the labyrinth resonates so deeply with you, even the more dangerous parts of it. He reorders time, turns the world upside down, and he does it all for you.

- He watches you throughout your entire journey, checking how far you’ve gotten and making sure that things aren’t going too easily for you; as well as just admiring you though he’ll never outwardly admit that one.

- Every now and again, he’ll drop in and try to throw you off track, hoping that he’ll delay you enough to ensure that you’ll lose your little bet. He also; as much as he tries, just can’t seem stay away. You’re so close and yet so far, it’s truly agony at times.

- Banter. Anytime he pays you a visit, he’ll tease, flirt, and otherwise try to fluster you. He loves seeing that little moment of genuine bashfulness, and your; oftentimes, poor attempts at hiding the effect that he has on you.

- He’s eager for your attention, doing whatever he can to have your eyes on him or to have you touch him. He doesn’t even mind if you’re bothered or unamused by him and his antics, he thinks that little furrow of your eyebrows is adorable.

- He loves seeing you interact with the creatures and things of the labyrinth. He thinks it’s adorable when you coo at and take care of the creatures around you, and he loves the near constant look of childlike wonder on your face. He feels a swell of pride whenever you say something kind about something he’s created, he thinks it’s a sure sign that you’re growing fonder of him and his world; fond enough to want to stay.

- As much as he likes seeing you having a good time amongst his subjects, he also gets jealous quite easily. He wants so badly for you to be his and you’d rather spend time with some vile creature than with a king. You must be crazy.

- He talks to the goblins, though he more so talks at them since he hardly ever truly wants to hear what they think. He asks questions that none of the goblins know how to; nor think they should, answer. It’s definitely a bit stressful for them at times.

- Seeing you in the underground makes him completely sure that you’re the perfect person to rule alongside him. You intrigue, impress, and enrapture him. And above all, you fit in wonderfully. It’s as though you were always meant to be in this world, not your own.

- He enjoys your resilience, even when it’s proven to be quite infuriating at times. It’s one of the main reasons he’s grown to love you, the fact that you’re unwilling to give up no matter what he throws at you.

- You can imagine his panic when you arrive at the castle just in the nick of time. He does everything in his power to stop you from fully completing what you’d set out to do. He’s desperate and it’s easy to see.

- Soon, it’s time for your final confrontation. It’s his last chance to try and convince you to stay, to try and see if you’ll accept him; at least a little bit. You don’t have to love him right now because he lives to love you. In time you’ll grow to; he’s sure of it.

“Is it so bad to be here?” He’ll ask you and the question will make you pause. “Haven’t you had fun? Made …friends with all these creatures. What’s holding you back from accepting a life spent in a world like this? I’ve reordered time, turned the world upside down and I’ve done it all for you. Is that not generous?”

- Well, he was right wasnt he? You’d made so many good friends and; though at times it was frightening and confusing, you’d enjoyed every minute you’d spent in the labyrinth. Was it so bad to stay?

- Seeing the genuine look on your face; as though you’re truly thinking about choosing to stay, fills him with an unimaginable hope. And when you finally do agree, he can all but feel how close he is to winning over your heart, though you insist that you’re staying because of everything but him. He merely smirks at you.

- Oftentimes, he uses the goblins to get to you, ordering them to call upon you and drag you into joining them for this or that reason just so he can spend more time with you. He always calls it a delightful surprise when he sees you and treats the goblins very kindly to try and make a good impression; especially if you’ve ever shown distaste on his treatment of them.

- He’s a complete pushover for you. You; quite literally, only have to give him a pleading smile and grab his hand/arm and he’ll do whatever you ask, loving the affectionate look on your face and the feel of your touch.

- Elaborate balls thrown in your honor just to get you to dance with him. He; most likely, only invites his goblins just to ensure that he’s the only suitable partner for you to choose. Though he can’t say he completely minds seeing you laugh and smile as a two foot tall creature takes your hands and leads you around the dance floor.

Request: Ah there is never enough jareth in the world and I love your writing!!! Would it be alright to ask for a jareth headcannons where the s/o loves teasing him? Like maybe leaning in for a kiss only to open his eyes and see she slipped past him and likes to make him chase her type stuff. 

Wow thank you, I did not realise the Jareth fandom was still so big! <3

Comments are always appreciated!

It had been a very long, arduous day, and all Jareth wanted when he entered your shared bedchamber was to share the night in your company.

Coming up behind you where you stand near the fireplace, he smirks lightly as you smile, not noticing his hand slip down and intertwine with your fingers.

The way his hair tickles against your forehead, or the warmness of his breath as it brushes like sun rays against the goosebumps that send shivers rolling down your body, you close your eyes in bliss, and he soon follows suit.

His fingers reach down to cup your chin and tilt your head slightly more towards his, slowly leaning down until he can feel your lips brush against his - it felt like fire licking against his skin.

The next thing he knew, though, was that you had slipped out of his grasp.

You always were the little tease.

Your feet lightly patter across the ground and out into the hallway of the castle like feathers floating dangerously through thick gusts of wind as you throw your head back, looking around your shoulder, and in turn bumping into the long cushioned settee placed in the centre of the living quarters you hadn’t realised you’d stumbled into.

You slap a hand against your mouth, dipping suddenly and collapsing your knees against your chest, bottom placed firmly on the cold stone floor that itched your leg as your other hand reaches out to settle the swaying lamp on the table nearby.

You can hear the tapping of Jareth’s heels as he makes his way down the stone walls towards your destination , light tutting echoing in the air.

You squeal slightly as you hear the loud thud of feet running towards you.

Your feet move of their own accord, racing out the door and past Jareth’s view as you run towards the staircase leading down to the ballroom, hearing a loud ‘there’s no escape now love!’

You tiptoe across the floor, the sparkling light dripping in from the windows making you feel too out in the open, crouching down slightly before you feel two large arms tangle around your waist, loudly laughing in your ears as he shouts, ‘got you now, little one’.

Pearls of deep laughter ripple out of his throat as you thwack playfully at the arms that carry you gently back up the stairs, before you find yourself falling onto the soft sheets of the four poster-bed.