Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Hello readers!

This is a collection of Jareth x Reader oneshots. Requests are taken, but I'll also post works that i just felt like writing.

You can request me at: [email protected]

I WILL write pretty much anything.

I WONT write:

Rape (specifically Jareth raping reader, if you have a request of Reader having been raped in past, I'll write about it, but it also can't be the main theme of the story. If there's something like somnophilia, fine, but it will have to be consensual)

Incest

Pedophilia (same thing with rape)

Piss or Scat

Jareth abusing Reader

Anything I don't feel like writing (but mostly I'll write an idea that follows these rules)

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In the beginning of every one shot, I will add what tags apply.

Chapter Text

You woke up, the world was still blurry. Sunlight streamed through the sheer black curtains. The light illuminated the luxurious room you’d been privy to living in for months. After you wiped your eyes you once more took in the stone floors that were immaculately clean, along with the carpet. The bathroom door was ajar so you could see the full marble counter top and sink. The floor was tiled and you could just see the edge of the large bathtub.

You tried to get out of bed to take a shower. You hated how you smelt and felt in the mornings. You were sweaty, your eyes were full of crud, and you had what felt like a film of phlegm and plaque in your mouth before you brushed them. But when you tried to roll away, you felt a warm pair of arms tighten their grip around you. Of course, Jareth. He never let you go in the mornings. Not until he was up and ready.

You turned to look at him. His already choppy blonde hair was even more mussed by his adorable bed head, his eyes were closed in contentment. Well, usually they would be. But since you just dared to try and leave his arms, his face was scrunched up. He subconsciously pulled you closer then smirked. His smirk made you think that maybe he was awake, or at least half up.

“Jareth,” you whispered, a starting test. Usually he would respond if you said his name. If not, you would try different pet names at the same level. If he never responded, he was asleep. But if he smirked or smiled, you knew he was up. When you said his name, he didn’t respond.

So you retried, “Babeee.” No response.

“My love?” Yet again, nothing. So you settled on the fact he was asleep and tried to go back to sleep yourself. But your throat was hurting from the filminess, and you just wanted to be clean. So you tried yet again to get out of his grasp, but this time he woke up.

“Stop trying to pull away from me, dammit, I need a body pillow!” he pouts. You turned to look at him yet again, he had a scrunched up mouth and his eyes were squinted.

“Jareth, I need to get clean. This mouth film is killing me here,” you plead, your voice was low and raspy because of the fact you hadn’t been awake for long and you could never speak until after you had coughed up plenty of phlegm and brushed your teeth.
“But I so wished to do… other activities this morning,” he said, his voice held a hint of desire and playfulness. You knew exactly what he was talking about. He always tried to have sex with you early in the morning. Even more confirming your suspicions, his hand went to your thigh, right above your crotch. He started rubbing in circles and went up your thigh, causing a pleasant tingling sensation.

“Mmm, but if we kiss it’ll be unpleasant. I also won't be able to moan or anything really,” you reply. You so wanted him, he knew you wanted him, but you needed to get that film out.

“Go brush your teeth and get rid of that phlegm right now, okay? After we have stuff to do,” he says, giving in to your wishes as he always did.

You nodded and hopped up off the bed, padding into the large bathroom. Luxuriant in marble, tiles, and real wood. You grabbed your toothbrush out of the cabinet and vigorously brushed your teeth. You also flossed and mouthwashed. Finally, that film was out. Now to the hard part, hacking out all that phlegm. After a lot of hacking, you got a lot out and flushed it down the toilet. You felt finally satisfied and went back out to the bed, where Jareth had remade the bed and covered it in a fleece blanket so as not to ruin all of the sheets. He sat atop of all the covers, only wearing his night shirt and a pair of boxers. After months of having to convince him to not wear his tight long johns to bed every night. You sat on the bed next to him. ?It felt almost awkward. You two had sex before, but it was always unplanned. A spur of the moment passionate thing. Not something planned at all. Although the gesture of him planning it all out and making it nice was sweet, you didn’t know how to go through it from here.

Thankfully, Jareth did. He put his hand on your thigh and started rubbing again, giving you those tingling sensations that made wetness pool in your underwear. He inched closer and closer to your cunt. He paused right at the edge of your underwear.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks. He made eye contact with you as he asked that. He looked needy. You could tell by looking at his crotch that he was hard. But he would never dream of doing something without your consent. He’d go days with blue balls for you. You knew that, he made that very clear. That made you somehow feel safe with him. Knowing he’d wait for you to be ready. Of course it was bare minimum to ask consent, you knew that. But it wasn’t to wait, or to ask before doing everything.

“Yes, I’m okay with this, love,” you say. He smiled happily, bringing his head up to kiss you, but paused right before your lips, you nodded and he immediately kissed you. His soft lips touched yours and it was beautiful, then his tongue licked your lips and you let him in your mouth. Your tongues met like two lovers after not seeing each other for long. You both knew exactly what to do to make it all pleasurable for both yourself and the other. The tongues danced together and explored each other. Bursts of pleasure went straight to your hole, it clenched in anticipation. He smirked, sensing your need.

His hand slid off your underwear onto the floor. He pulled away from the kiss, making you whine a bit. He then lifted you up and turned you around so your back was facing the pillows. Then he pushed you gently onto your back, meeting the mattress. One of his fingers went to your wet hold, just gathering wetness to then spread onto your clit, rubbing it up a little. You moaned from the sensations you felt from that. He always knew exactly what to do, and how to do it. After a few more rubs, he took his other hand and inserted two fingers inside your cunt.

“How do you want it, darling? Rough, gentle, slow, fast? I’m willing to do anything you want,” he promised. You groaned. You hated having to decide something. Especially when you were needy like this. Then having to say it, gods that was embarrassing. Seeing his stupid face smirk at your feelings. You wondered if he got sick pleasure out of you claiming your most base desires to him.

“Mm… dunno,” you whined. Your back arched in a vain attempt to get friction and have his fingers move. But you knew he wouldn’t do a damn thing until you responded. He’d stay there all damn day if it took that. Which was sweet and aggravating. You looked down at him, seeing the familiar agonising look of mock disappointment.

“Tsk tsk, sweetheart, you know I won’t do anything until you answer me. Unless you don’t want this at all,” he says, then pulls his fingers away. His face was falsely disappointed. A tactic to get you to answer quickly. You knew that. If it weren’t for the fact you were so needy, you’d play into it.

“No wait!” you said. You didn’t want this to end. You knew it was a trick, but you needed this, badly. So if it took you answering and seemingly begging, then that’s what it took.

“Yes?” he crooned, leaning in closer in interest. His eyes were darkened with lust.

You thought for a moment, then said, “C-can you start slow, then get fast?” When you answered, he smirked and nodded cheerfully. He’d finally gotten what he’d wanted, an answer. For that, he’d give you whatever you asked for, no matter what. So, with that, his fingers reentered your cunt. He made sure to go slow. Even agonisingly slow. Although it was slightly annoying, it was nice to feel every part of his fingers. The pleasure your clit felt when his thumb rubbed it. How his fingers curved when they were hilted inside you, getting to that special spot inside of you before slowly coming back out. In, out, in out, in, out, in, out. Over and over again. A predictable pattern. Nothing surprising. Not to mention with every exit of his fingers, his thumb rubbed your clit. It was surprisingly pleasurable, but you wanted more.

“Can you go faster?” you asked. Your voice was meek, he loved it. He loved it when his little princess asked him for something. Although, of course, you missed something. Which made him stop entirely.

“What’s the magic word, baby?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery and lust.

“P-please?” you asked. He smirked and started thrusting faster. Now unpredictable when he would go in or out. His own pattern that only he could detect. It was magical. You were close, so close. You clench around his fingers. You were a dripping, moaning, whimpering mess. It was only when you were so, so close to an orgasm, that he pulled away. You whined loudly, pouting your lips, to which he stuck his fingers inside your mouth. You sucked on them, tasting yourself on him. He loved when you did that. He smiled.

“Come on, love, I couldn’t have you finishing all over the place when we haven’t even gotten to the good part, could I?” he asked. It was just then you remembered that he was hard. Insanely, rock hard. You felt bad. He’d spent so long warming you up and pleasing you, and you were about to go and finish without even thinking about him. He sensed this.

“Hey, baby, it’s ok. I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you, princess. We all are selfish when it comes to this stuff. It’s natural. It’s alright. Once you cool down so you can take my cock, we’ll get to the main event, alright? Then it’ll be even more magical,” he promised. Then he took his fingers out of your mouth, wiping them on the blanket. He leaned in and kissed you gently and lovingly. You were ready, so so ready. But you knew why he said you had to wait. If you didn’t, you’d finish in only a few minutes, and he always took a while to finish. Of course, he could keep going, but he knew how uncomfortable you got when he did. You’d both tried before to have a second round right after the first, and it was always way too overstimulating on your cunt. So you both agreed to stop. You always felt bad for giving him blue balls, but he understood. That was one of the many reasons you loved him, he always understood and respected your boundaries. Something sadly rare these days.

After a few minutes, you got further and further from the edge. You were ready, and he knew that. So, he started slow. He undressed the both of you. Pulling out his large cock lastly. It always seemed too large for you. But somehow it always fits in. He pumped himself a few times, before slowly pushing the tip in, then the rest of him. He stopped for a moment, letting you take it in. Then he pulled out just slightly, before slowly coming back in. He kept doing this for a while. He took one of his hands and rubbed your clit slowly and cautiously. He knew too much could and would set you off soon. But he didn’t want that. He wanted to make love to you, long and passionate love.

Finally, he started speeding up. Just a little at first. Then a little more, and more, and more. Soon, he was losing control and going quickly and rapidly. He leaned down, kissing on your neck and tits. Sucking and leaving hickeys here and there. Wanting to be close to you before you both finished. He kept on rubbing your clit, making you moan his name. He loved hearing you in bed. He also had his moments of sound, but mostly he was a quiet lover. He said your name here and there, and occasionally grunted or moaned, that was it. But it was still so sexy when he did. You always strived to make him moan. Once, you made him whimper. You loved it. You knew how, you just ruffled his hair and ears, calling him a good boy. You considered it for a second, but he very quickly caught on and took his other hand, the one not rubbing your clit, and pinned both of your hands to the bed above your head.

“No, baby, I’m the one in control right now. Sweet as your goal is, I’m not letting you do it, kay?” he explained. It wasn’t a question. He was just making it seem as if you had a choice on making him whimper or lose control. Which you didn’t. One day, though.

His thrusts started getting more sporadic and impossible to predict. Same thing with his rubs. You knew he was close. You were too. You felt it coiling up in your stomach, ready to release at any time. Just a few more rubs, a few more thrusts, and you both would be completely done. He knew both of you were close, too.

“Where do you want it?” he asked. You knew what he meant. You both agreed you weren’t ready for a kid, not yet. Although he could use a contraceptive spell if he felt like it. So you could ask him to not pull out, or you could name a spot on yourself for him to pull out on. But, you didn’t feel like him pulling out midway. No, you wanted him to work you through that damn high like he fucking caused it.

“Don’t pull out,” you say. He looked a bit shocked.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure, love,” you confirm. He smiles, then leans in, his mouth right next to your ear.

“I love you so much, baby. I always will,” he coos into your ears. His voice was low and sexy. His words, matched with his rubs and thrusts, it was enough to throw you over the edge. He followed right after you, filling you up entirely, then doing the contraceptive and cleaning spell. He rolled over and laid on his side, facing you. His arm wrapped around your waist. Both of you were tired and spent. After a few moments, he got off the bed and extended an arm to you.

“What’s this for?” you ask.

“Do you wanna shower with me?” he asks. To be fair, a shower sounded great already. But you knew he’d wash your headband black, which made it ten times better. So you nodded and let him take you into the bathroom. Inside, he sat you on the counter and started the shower. When you looked into the bedroom, you saw that the sex blanket had already been moved into the laundry basket due to his magic. Damn, it was handy and sexy.

You were soon snapped out of your thoughts by Jareth pulling you into the shower. The warm water hitting you, it was a perfect temperature. It always was when you showered with him. He got a washcloth damp and started to wash your back for you, also just telling you random stuff. You weren’t listening, just enjoying the sound of his voice. He knew that, he was fine with that. Afterwards, he tilted your head back, getting it wet. Then he grabbed your favorite shampoo and scrubbed your scalp with it. You had long hair and always hated having to maintain it. When Jareth realized that, he decided to help you by learning to properly wash, brush, and braid it. So now he was in control of taking care of your hair. Once your shampoo was rinsed out, he conditioned it. Afterwards, he let you wash the rest of your body and he did the same for himself. Once you both were sudsy, he rinsed out your hair, and the suds off the both of you. Finally, you both washed your faces then stopped the shower.

Once you were out of the shower, he handed you a towel to dry off with, then wrapped you up in your robe. Once you had your robe on and your hair wrapped in a towel, you went to the bed. Jareth was also in a robe, but he soon changed.

“What are you doing, love?” you asked. He smirked, he loved knowing something you didn’t.

“You’ll see,” he said, then he left you alone in the room. You just waited for a few minutes, reading your book. Eventually, he came back to the room with a tray full of your favorite breakfast foods. He sat it down on your lap and you started eating. While you ate, he sat behind you and brushed out your long hair. He decided to try out a new kind of plait that day. It ended up looking very elegant.

“Hmm, we should have a ball tonight,” he said.

“A ball? Why?” you asked.

“Because, your hairdo looks fit for a ball,” he claims, smiling proud of himself.

“You wish to hold a ball… for my hair?”

“Yup!” he said. You sighed and laughed. Your breakfast was done, so you got up and dressed into a simple day dress. The gown could wait until later tonight. You hugged and kissed Jareth, before heading out to the library. Oh, how you loved your whimsical boyfriend.