The “Love on the Silver Screen” part of the LFAS calendar project features the Mystic Messenger characters in parodies of famous movies, and I’m so excited to contribute to it. This is a close-up, cropped preview – Ray inspired by Jareth from the movie Labyrinth.
There is so much amazing talent on this project, it’s going to be incredible! Def check out the tumblr @2020loveforallseasons!
(I know I have not updated in a while, writers block has been real. Fan fiction always helps me get back on track though.Labyrinth is one of my all time favorite stories, and the Goblin King is technically a monster in his own right. I hope you lovelies enjoy this little fic, will get back to writing our dark fantasies very soon. xx)
He watched her from the shadows, the only place he allowed himself to be. She knew he was there, knew he had never truly left her. For everyone knew the Goblin King had fallen in love with the girl, and he was dead set on taking what was his.
Sarah had changed in more ways than one since her time in the Labyrinth. Now freshly 18 and a high school graduate, she was becoming a woman in intelligence and looks alike. While she still kept her innocent charm, Sarah was much more aware of the world around her, and the worlds hidden in dreams. She was smart, alluring, gorgeous, but also rather lonely.
She knew she didn’t truly belong where she was, and not just speaking of the small town she had grown to despise. Of course she loved her family, especially her young sweet brother Toby, but when she looked at her life she felt like a stranger. The only times she ever felt secure was when she allowed herself to think of the past, and the magic that had touched her life. Whenever she thought of it the glimpses of sounds and sights would invade her mind. Thoughts of goblins, and fae, and fairies, and flowers, and wishes, and peaches, and masks, and ball gowns, and crystals, and glitter, and blonde platinum hair….
She sighed thinking of the memories that seemed so long ago. She had tried to change her life drastically to forget of that time because she knew it was wrong to long for something that she had already refused. So, gone were the childlike things of her room she had thrown everything that would remind her of the Labyrinth and its solemn Goblin King into boxes and stored them away. Now she stood in a soft but lonely space that showed very little of the child she had been and the woman she now was. The only thing that held any type of remembrance was the book that was placed between others on the shelf of her desk near her window. It seemed, sometimes, to radiate light as if begging her to open the pages once more and bathe in its warmth, almost whispering to her to make a wish…to use her words.
But of course she refused. She was stubborn like that and she and everyone in this world and the next knew it. She would stand her ground and would not fall back to the Labyrinth and its cold Goblin City with its stone castle that held its even colder king. But while she chose to ignore and forget the time that left her confused and wanting, the very Goblin King she swore off the moment she refused him was not going to let her do so easily.
She hated how, even though she had confidently stated he had no power over her, he mocked her from the shadows. She would catch glimpses of him at the most random (maybe not so random if she really thought about it) times like when she spent her evenings pouring her self over books in the library she would catch that familiar smell, or see wisps of platinum hair through the book cases. She would catch a glimmer of those mismatched eyes when she found herself wandering through a crowd. She could feel him following her when she would walk home alone. Or feel the ghost of his hands on her when a boy would get too close. She knew he was there always watching her, always waiting for something.
The times that disturbed and delighted her most though was when she would catch the tawny howl perched outside her window when she explored her body. She had no true intimate contact with any boys or men besides kisses here and there but every time things would get too heated she would back away feeling guilt wash over her from an invisible force. So instead she found herself learning how to bring her own pleasure. But it was not without consequence, for whenever she brought herself to climax only one man (king to be exact) would be on her mind. She always felt dirty afterwards especially the times she would catch the flit of feathers from her windows, knowing he had watched her touch herself. But when she let herself get lost in her fantasies she would lose her embarrassment and almost feel powerful when she knew he was watching which led to one night of out of character bravery that ultimately led to her surrender…
One cold evening in the middle of October Sarah found herself unable to sleep. The leaves were falling and the cold wind beat against her window while the flicker of candlelight graced her room. All day she had had a deep need inside that made everything feel far more sensitive than it should have. Everything seemed more acute to her, everything seemed to be a thousand times more intense. She had no idea where these unignorable feelings were coming from. She had decided to lock her self in her room for the evening and had been unsuccessfully trying to sleep. She tossed and turned but every move she made the ache in her seemed to worsen. She sat up in bed running her hands through her hair sighing. Well there was only one thing she could do…
She stood up and slowly began taking off her clothes, running her hands down her body, touching every sensitive spot she could think of. Imagining that her hands were the strong ones of another. When she was finally down to her cotton bra and lace panties, her eyes flickered to her window and in some weird disturbing deep disappointment she saw the tree branch was empty. She was almost annoyed that tonight of all nights when she needed this release the most, the object of her fantasies was not there to observe her. She also felt embarrassed that she was even thinking these thoughts at all.
She paced her room huffing; the ache in her womanhood was relentless. But how could she bring herself to the edge when he wasn’t there? Had she began relying so much on his voyeurism to get off? She always knew he was there, that sick bastard. That glittery, flamboyant, extremely attractive son of a bitch…she covered her face in her hands and sighed heavily. What was wrong with her?
Suddenly a thought came to her head so wicked she was shocked for a moment that it had even come from her own mind. She looked towards the floor length mirror that had been used for visits from her friends so long ago (and the occasional visit from him). It had been so long since she had seen any familiar face through the looking glass. She looked at herself in it, womanly curves begging to be touched, to be tasted. To be thoroughly fucked. Well if he was going to keep torturing her by constantly reminding her of her time with him then she’ll give him something just as torturous.
“Oh Goblin King, I wish…”
She was careful not to say his true Fae name, for that would grant him access from the mirror, and she also made sure her wish was not finished before his image began to come into view in the mirror. She almost took a step back when she saw him, just as flashy just as handsome as ever. He was clad in all black, a lose fitting peasant top that was left opened at the chest, and tight leather pants that showed all types of dangerous things. His hair was messier than usual but his eyes just as wild when he laid them upon her. He looked like she had called him from a deep sleep. The space between her legs began to throb and her heart beat even faster.
“Sarah…” he breathed out bringing her whole body to shiver from the sound of her name on his lips. He looked shocked for a moment as he racked his eyes from her face down her very scantily clad body. But in true Goblin King form he composed himself quickly crossing his arms over his chest and giving her a smug grin. She narrowed her eyes at him then, almost regretting calling him.
“My dear sweet girl, did I not just hear you say ‘I wish’”? He asked flashing his pointed teeth at her. She took another step back, not going unnoticed by the king in the mirror, but she puffed her chest in false confidence, crossing her arms as well which only pronounced her cleavage which she swore made him lick his lips.
“Y-yes I did,” she stuttered a bit placing her hands on her hips instead, which only made him smirk again.
“And why is that lovely? Have you missed me so?” his eyes roamed her body again.
“No!” she said a bit too loud and a bit too quickly. His eyes widened at her and she just huffed at him. “I called you because you seem so interested in me late at night that I figured you wouldn’t want to miss a show.
The Goblin Kings smirked faded and his eyes grew darker as he placed his hands flat against the mirror. “So you do notice when I watch you,” his voice had become deep and throaty but his response wasn’t a question. She knew he was losing his power over her once again, so she decided to grab onto the reigns.
Sarah took a couple steps closer to the mirror playing coyly with her hair and biting her lip. The King’s hands were in fists now against the glass. “Of course I notice, I only touch myself for you,” she said and she was so close to the mirror her breasts pushed against it and her breath left a bit of fog. He groaned then obviously pushing against the glass, trying to get to her.
His eyes were wilder than she had ever seen, his chest practically heaving he was breathing so heavily. She loved the power she held, it made her confidence grow, making her dig deep into her sensuality. She had called him after all to torture him, so let the torture begin.
Sarah placed her hands on the mirror where his were on the other side. She lifted her eyes to stare into his directly. He was growling now, almost like a caged animal waiting to pounce on his prey if let lose. She bit her lip again, pushing her thighs together and pushing her body into the mirror. “I called you because you weren’t out there tonight, and I’ve been soaking wet all day just waiting for the moment I could make myself come while knowing you were watching,” she pouted.
“Sarah, darling,” he moaned in an almost warning tone. “Why have you not called me sooner if you knew?”
“Because I didn’t know what to think of it, it’s…it’s so dirty so unladylike of me,” she teased him circling his palm with her finger, wishing she were actually making skin to skin contact. But not yet, she still had much more to show.
“Say my name,” he demanded bending a bit so she was forced to look at him directly again. She shook her head and he pounded his fist against the mirror making her jump. He was becoming dangerous; there was no way she was letting him through.
“Sarah,” his tone was warning again as she took a step back. “Say. My. Name.”
“No,” she said dead flat and her knees hit the back of her bed as she continued to back away from the mirror.
“My sweet you do not want to deal with me if you make me wait much longer,” his voice low, making her shiver again. His words held a promise, a dark promise, an erotic promise that she almost wanted to give in for.
“You are always there, even when I don’t want you to be. You remind me of everything I gave up. You confuse me. So since you enjoy watching me so closely from your nice little branch, you might as well watch while I can actually see you,” she said so quietly she was surprised he could hear her, but he was Fae so of course he could. He snarled at her, bristling.
“Sarah you wished me here so I command you to let me out,” he barked.
“Actually,” she said coyly reaching behind her for her bra clasp. “I didn’t wish for anything.”
The Goblin Kings eyes grew wider and he pushed himself closer on the mirror as her bra slipped from her arms, revealing her perky smooth globes. She ran her hands down her neck across her shoulders, running her fingers over her hard nipples moaning deeply when she finally took them fully into her hands. She closed her eyes and her head lolled back as she continued to massage them, pinching her tiny pink nipples. When she opened her eyes again she saw the king palming himself through those tight leather pants. She smirked at him this time, which she was greeted with a scowl.
“When I do this I think of your hands on me,” she sighed as she moved her right hand down her flat stomach, his eyes watching its every move. When her hand slipped between her legs, into her lace panties, feeling her slick folds, they both moaned. “I imagine all the things you would do to me, how you would make me feel.
“Let me,” he groaned. “Say my name and I will do everything.” His words made a warm feeling wash over her and she almost gave in again, almost. She shook her head continuing to lightly touch her wetness. He pounded on the mirror again making her jump; she furrowed her brows at him.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked and he narrowed his eyes back at her. There was a bit of an impasse, then he shook his head no grimacing at her, fists tight. She flipped her hair at him and turned towards the bed, then bending slightly as she pulled down her panties revealing her naked backside to him. She could hear him groan again and looked over her shoulder to see him frustratingly running his hands through his hair. She found herself longing to push her hands into the platinum blonde mess.
She turned around again, swaying her hips and placed herself on the edge of her bed. She scooted up onto to the soft covers, leaning on her elbows but keeping her legs closed. She watched him as he waited for her next move; he seemed to be holding his breath before she let her legs fall open revealing her hot wet center. The Goblin King began to pant then his whole body pressed against the mirror, his eyes wild with lust and anger.
Sarah reached her hand between her legs, finding her sensitive bundle of nerves and began circling it with her finger. She moaned and bit her lip as she added pressure to it, her toes tingling from the sensation. She had been needing this all day. Her eyes connected with the raging king in the mirror, his nostrils were flared now, and if he had seemed frightening before this was a whole different level was fear. But she wasn’t done yet; she was going to force him to watch her come.
“Sarah,” he begged her name as she moaned louder slipping one finger into her tight entrance. She had done this a hundred times before but with his Fae eyes on her it felt better than it ever had. She fought to keep her eyes open on the Goblin King, wanting to watch him watch her. Watch as those mixed matched eyes never left the movement of her hand as she delved two fingers into her soaking center, her body already pooling her erotic juices into the sheets. She was so ready for him, so open and ready all she had to do was…
“Say my name,” the Goblin King groaned again, his fists white knuckled as they rested on the glass mirror. “Let me touch you.”
“You’ve never let another man touch me,” she whispered as she went back to circle that sensitive bud just at the start of her glistening lips. His eyes met hers then and they held a dark possession her body almost climaxed. She bit her lip hard to keep herself cool.
“No man has the right to touch you,” he growled.
“And you do?”
A wicked smirk crossed his lips even though his eyes remained raging, body ridged, the outline of his desire for her tenting even in those tight pants.
“I am no man, my little darling,” he crooned to her which caused a wicked shiver to slide from the top of her head all the way to the tips of her toes.
“You are cruel,” she whispered still. The fear of him still tinged her want for him.
“You will make me worse if you continue to make me wait. My patience runs thin, child. Let me be the one to give you your pleasure.”
Sarah shook her head and began to focus her attention back to her body, rubbing in circles faster and faster, her other hand coming up to cup her breast, pinching the tight nipple. The Goblin King growled again as she began to pant, her body so hot and needy getting so close to that sweet, blissful release.
Would he be rough with her when she finally let him through? Would he make her hurt? Bleed? She knew he could, that he could use his teeth to tear at her soft skin. Us his claws to leave marks and welts across her body. That growing rod of steel that could penetrate her so mercilessly it would take the air from her lungs. She would scream, she knew it, she would scream and scream for him and he would relish every vocal. Every bit of pain he could cause her, he would find pleasure.
Would she want him to hurt her?
Her answer came with her rushing orgasm, it hit her to suddenly and so harshly her back arched from the bed, toes curling uncontrollably, her voice hoarse as she fell and fell and fell over the edge into an abyss of ecstasy
Sarah laid there breathless, her chest rising and falling as she floated down from her self induced high. If it could feel like that with just him watching what would it feel…
“Make a wish my Queen.”
A voice filled her ears. It was soft, gentle, coaxing.
“My Goblin Queen, use your words.”
“How I have longed for you, let me in.”
“Let me taste you, let me feel you, I will make you sore.”
“My Queen…my Queen…my Queen.”
“What do you wish for?”
His words filled her every crevice both mind and body. They washed over her like silken honey coating her in warmth and light and longing. What did she wish for? Him…her Goblin King.
“Oh, Goblin King I wish…” the words pulled at her lips. “Jareth.”
The weight of him was almost instant, her eyes opening to meet his, his face not angered like how it was behind the mirror. It was soft, open and…loving.
“How I have waited for you, my Queen,” he breathed as he bent down, kissing her on one cheek and then the other. His feather light hair kissing her as well, tickling her. She hummed to him as he brought his hand up to her face. Leathered gloved fingers stroked her temple, her cheeks, her jawline.
“Do you find yourself amusing, my sweet,” he rumbled as his hand moved to her neck, fingers closing around and squeezing. Her eyes darted back to his as he began to close her airway. She gripped his wrists with both her hands then, eyes wide as his face turned villainous.
“I am not one to be played with,” he growled, baring his teeth. They shown sharp and deadly in the moonlight. What had she been thinking? He really was going to tear her a part
She whimpered, a pathetic sound, and that seemed to stop him, his eyes flashed a moment and his lips closed over his teeth, the Fae male retreated back to the gentle man. His grip on her throat loosened and that’s when he brought his lips to hers.
The moment the Goblin King kissed her Sarah forgot why she should be afraid, forgot that his hand could take her life, forgot that he could drag her back to the Goblin hell and force her to eat sweet peaches and dance until she could not move on her own…
All there was was his kiss given to her. And she drank him in, moving her arms to wrap around his neck she pulled him closer. Her kiss was selfish, claiming, a kiss she had always wanted to have. Every past pain, every regret, every future promise poured between them in this one kiss.
When they broke, they were both panting.
“You are a vixen, my Queen,” he whispered as he lightly kissed her again and again. His hands began to wander over her soft flesh, the rough feeling of the faded leather gloves left her shivering. “How I have longed to touch you.”
“Jareth,” she whimpered as he pressed his body into hers, grinding his hips, that steel hard against her belly.
“Be mine,” he begged, his wild eyes meeting hers. His eyes held fear, regret, and wonder. Did the Goblin King fear her as much as she feared him?
Sarah reached up and stroked her fingers across his face, as he had done with her. The Goblin King closed his eyes at her touch, heavily sighing, a shaky sigh as if it held back a sob.
“Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you,” she whispered the words he had said to her so long ago. His eyes opened again to meet hers, his grip on her tightened.
“Just fear me love me, do as I say and I will be your slave,” he whispered back. “Forever.”
Sarah pulled up and met his lips with hers again, a silent answer to his plea. She would fear him, but she would love him more. A strange Queen for a strange King. Together entwined forever in the desperate need they had for each other. No other could ever compare to what she felt for the Goblin King. No matter how deranged he may be, how dark his soul, or the twisted places he would take her. She would not want to play these games with any other man, any other creature.
“Take me home,” she demanded as she pulled away from him. A grin so wide and so wicked crossed his lips she moaned. She knew those lips would give her pleasure for the rest of immortal time. The hands that now gripped her tighter as he pulled her from her childhood bed, would make her fall over and over into deep caverns of ecstasy. Jareth held her body tight to his, the leather of his pants raising her skin. She could hardly wait to feel his naked body against hers
“Soon, my dear little one, soon,” he rumbled as if answering her silent need.
The Goblin King pulled her towards the mirror, his body slipping into the murky glass, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled her inside. She would never look back again. The Goblin Kingdom was her home, and she was their promised Queen. And the wicked ruling King would make sure the entire land knew she was his, she was theirs, as he claimed her and claimed her and claimed her until the dusk became dawn and on and on and on.
So the Goblin Queen she became, and all it had taken was a wish…….
Happy Birthday to the incomparable David Bowie! David Bowie has always been an inspiration to me and I’m so glad I could honor him through my art. Based on his role as Jareth in Labyrinth from The Jim Henson Company.
Jareth x fem!reader. More of a setup for the second part, which will be explicit. Reader wishes away her college roommate and meets Jareth.
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,900
Warnings: kidnapping, fey shenanigans, unsettling vibes, one dubcon kiss
Normally, you didn’t dream.
You were told it was normal. Most adults stopped having dreams vivid enough to remember after they reached a certain age, usually adolescence. You were probably still dreaming, your therapist had told you when you asked about it, but you didn’t remember them after you woke up. She assured you that it was perfectly normal and that it didn’t mean something was wrong.
It was odd, though - you remembered having incredibly vivid dreams all through your teenage years and into your early 20s. Sometimes, it had felt like living a second life… and then The Incident had happened.
The doctors said it had been a mental break due to an overload of stress, anxiety, fatigue, and poor eating habits. You had been found unresponsive in your dorm room. Not dead, clearly. No, you had been sitting up, breathing easily and fully conscious, but you hadn’t responded to anyone when they spoke to you or asked you questions. You had come out of it without trouble, but it had been enough to cause concerns, especially from Rachel, your roommate at the time.
You hadn’t been close with her before The Incident, but it had been a bonding experience. Afterward, you two were inseparable, and she was still one of your closest friends, long after you had graduated and parted ways.
You were the only one who seemed to know that you two had viciously fought that night. It was over something stupid, something you didn’t even remember anymore. What you did remember is the fiery rage that had risen in you when Rachel had stomped into the bathroom attached to your shared dorm room, slamming the door behind her.
Drawing from your childhood, you had told her in a venomous whisper, “I wish the goblins would come and take you away right now!”
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