#flayed tom

Imagine Tom asking why he shouldn’t fire you like he did Nancy and Jonathan. 

Because I’m willing to do whatever you want to help you relieve stress. Because I don’t always wear anything under my work clothes. Because I want to be your lover.

Imagine the Mind Flayer loving to have sex with you, without your knowledge, via Tom Holloway. You have no idea your superior’s body and mind have been invaded. By what an anthropocentric viewpoint would call an abomination, the Flayer mused. It’s time you’ve been brought to his nest.

Once you see what the former steel mill houses, you stare in awe. Tom’s hands grasp your own and lead you towards the monster. His second time becoming acquainted with a tentacle will be much more pleasurable than his first.

Imagine dazedly staring up at your boss from the cold hospital floor. Lying in a vulnerable position while Tom Holloway smiled down at you wasn’t an uncommon daydream. 

This isn’t your employer right now.

Hopefully there was a way to remove the parasite implanted by the Mind Flayer. But you needed to get out of this room and find-

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business,” you answered flatly. His jovial smile widened as he watched you start to creep away. 

“It is my business…” He bent down. “You’re my underling, so you should be under me.” Just as you were about to spring to your feet, Tom grabbed you by the ankles. You fell on your hands, fake out failed. The possessed man rested his hips on your back/side, and you felt something squirm between the layers of fabric separating you two. 

Not enough layers, you realized, craning your neck. You hadn’t realized his fly was down. All that separated you from a slick, writhing appendage was your own clothing. To your amazement, you felt a slight wetness pool in your pant/ies. Another tentacle seemed to sense your dismayed curiosity and poked out of his drawers. 

“______.” 

You winced as Tom pressed on your back, forcing your cleav/age against the floor. Tearing your gaze away from his c/r/o/t/c/h, you’re treated to the sight of the Flayed lifting his shirt, exposing tendrils growing from abs. But it’s a couple fingertips that assess your soaked pant/ies. 

Tom had felt confident when he came into the home at first. But then he saw the broken wine bottle on the counter. And his body instantly remembers when Karen stabbed the demogorgan with it. Hivemind shit. Point was, he had a visible shudder because that sucked. And it also sucked that the creature hurt Karen.

And now she's back, Ted's here. But it seems that divorce is..Iminent in the household. Once this is over, maybe Karen and the kids can get out of Hawkins. And have a really good life.

But for now. Tom lurks in the kitchen. Under Vecna's control in a sense. But here, in the flesh. He can hear every noise in this home. The electricity in the wires and lightbulbs, the ceiling fan, the sounds of footsteps upstairs. No one knows he is here.

He didn't want to be here...He was in control for now but he worries what Vecna wants from him. Why was he allowed to be here now?

The floor and cabinets were cleaned of blood, but he remembers seeing Karen on the ground in blood with her throat slashed open. Tom was put together as best he could be. But he was still sweaty. And his shirt collar was high enough with his tie that it hid the gaping wound in his throat. Something he just couldn't make go away.

He hears footsteps come down from upstairs, as he stands near the island, the lights flicker a bit, and then she was there...In the doorway..Karen..

"Hello my love..."