Experimental (Junkenstein X reader)(Lemonz)

akt.2 scene.3=witchcrafts perils

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You smile up at him brightly, your feeble fingers testing over your faces proximity to brush the gooey substance from your skin; making it stick between your fingers stubbornly "W-Well I didn't really do all that much, you barely gave me the chance to move my head by myself." You murmurs before a sudden stern hold wrenches you upwards again, giving you little time to react. Finding yourself placed on Jamie's lap, a firm pair of arms locked around your frame hard enough to push the air out of your lungs a bit "Excuse me egotistical mannerisms, ya just felt so gratifying." He purrs skittishly in between kissing alongside your lean neck.

Flinching against him as your back arched profoundly; such a snug warmth. Halfheartedly ignoring the peculiar thick substance still dripping down your face slowly, even though you thought it to be kind of gross you relished your current position to much to just stand up and wash your face. "Ah don't sweat it, just try to be a bit more accommodating next time." You whisper near silently, arms weakly folded around his neck; face leaned against his collar. Still busy catching your hustle breaths, the thought of what you had just done and more importantly, why? Of course you had acknowledges that you enjoyed his company, more then that, you really adored him. But why this, it would only be the highway to trouble and complications.

Wouldn't it be comfortable to just be kids again, being held in the past carelessly. Back when you were nothing more than naive kids with the sweetest intentions rather than...this. And yet, this sort of intimacy had something thrilling to it; the tardily descent into madness through gradual ill fitted affection corrupting your mind "Would it be rude to ask ya to do this more often? I mean, if ya don't mind to much." Jamie inquires with a brash hum, hands stroking over your bare torso, reconnoitering your skin's texture and features attentively. You shudder at the mere thought, this wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing to do on a afternoon, but if it meant this much to him you were willing to sacrifice that content state.

"Maybe, what do I get in return?" You question brattley, glancing at him with tilted face "Hm, anything ya want, every whimsy desire I can help ya little heart with." Jamie coos with a beguile slur, slyly nipping your perky chest with bawdy chuckles. You think it to be odd how entertained he seems with your body, silently praying he wouldn't end up cutting you up and reassemble you while asleep for fun and games. The idea alone sends a shock through your limbs, since he could do so if he wanted to. But that was a silly paranoid idea, you were close friends and he had never hurt you substantially.

You decide it's to quiet at the moment, asking a short "Anyway, what went wrong this time?" Your voice stratels Jamie a bit, making him reluctantly glance up from your torso "If I knew that, it wouldn't have gone wrong in the first place." He wisecracks, a sudden gloominess overtaking his expression again "Y know, it's so frustrating Y/N, I feel like I tried every option under the sun by now; and I'm still chained one step away from succeeding. I don't know how long I have the energy to keep going with this before it kills me, every failure feels like another stab in the back. I can't anymore, I just can't keep going like this." He complains with husky voice, head relaxed at your neck; close to sobbing quietly.

His attentive eyes wander to his desk again, nervously tapping his fingers on your shoulders as if lost in thoughts once more "Everything you say? C'mone doctor, there must be at least some option to try." You try to encourage him with a upbeat voice "Your clever head is sure to brew up some solution." Jamison slouches back into the chair, eyes in a slim slit "There would be something now that ya say it, I didn't wanna consider it an option though...But I believe that would be the last desperate measure." He mutters seemingly to himself, hands abscently caressing along your waist to keep them from trembling "Well, what would that option be?" You question with a nosey tune, leaning your body onto his lazily.