Author's Note: Keep in mind that one-shot is utterly Oliver Thredson one and it is slightly different, besides it is utterly inspired of Slipknot's song Psychosocial! Furthermore, if you aren't a fan of Oliver, then this one-shot isn't for you at all. It is a wee prompt where Oliver is younger and he is a medical student.

It's a special dedication to my lovelies: Trash_Bag_123, Celeste-Moore, sociopathsis, stallonesgirl, southernauthor, k_aldxnx, JunykoWalker, cherryannesausa, -httpslut!

Trigger Warnings for  🐍Necrophilia, Strong Language and Masturbation🐍

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One of the medical university's exams stormy waves surfed against the timeline where the medical students have the ultimate boldness, stark discipline and utter focus accentuated on the corpses' autopsy. Everything was part of their indubitably inexorable preparation for future doctors once dashing out of the university's coherent façade and freely artistic practicing their dream job as well. Oliver wasn't the exceptional candidate to be midst the huge mass of young men and women coveting to learn each segment avidly from the medical sphere and inexorably iron-willed attempting to save the other living beings' precious lives.

Or rather the medical education in his case would be interpreted in diversity of versions what were his eventually bare, hair-rising intentions?

As an orphan who has being forsaken by his own biological mother and being reared in the scanty, sinisterly unthinkable orphanage as his sole home robbing him from the lifestyle of the despodently homeless youngsters wandering the Boston's outskirts, the unthinkably eerie complex's unremittingly unceasing development of yearning for the unconditional love and cordial warmness of his mother transmuted into something else or rather in more intoxicatingly mortifying dilemma for the young man.

From the desperate orphan with the tough childhood tantalized with galore of unimaginably intoxicating dreams for the future into the future doctor whose doubtlessly cryptic intentions would drastically escalate to alter his character and the persona's outer and inner layer donning up smartly to obscure his train of thoughts that are capable of wickedly exuding its luxuriously dense waterfall of unspeakable twists swirling and twirling the very wavelets curling in the misty hollow. Nobody could even detect a tiny ounce of the young gentleman's train of thoughts' chaotically emphatic fertilize and fueling the absolute reality with its aftermaths of his fiercely bare boldness gloving his hands entirely as the fabric's seamlessness contacted his bare flesh.

Just a few hours after gathering with his classmates and sneaking out enigmatically surreptitious from the site where he would keep in touch with them even if the orphan, himself, wasn't a keen fan of wearing the ordinary nickname social butterfly and interacting with his own peers that could hardly comprehend his very motives and arouse his interest to stubbornly corroding his colloquy with them that awarded him a merely bland small talk, thus his large-frame ghosted the university's hallway and tiptoeing inside the private clinic's site that was located underground without shadow of a doubt.

Oliver couldn't any longer tolerate the very thought of even setting foot inside a room where he was outnumbered by a huge mass of peers that were hardly thinking alike him and could contemplate through the translucently pale thin veil of his cryptic persona mantled-clad parchment façade. He couldn't even unavoidably picture any reverie scenario once he dwells fleetly in the dream realm's vividly explicit scenarios jumpcutting of his naturally baby-pinkish, cherubically angelic lips curling at every rationally formed sentence enveloped in its rich ocean of vowels and syllables etching exquisitely the words sloppily foaming his fashionably sharp jaw.

Any interaction the young gentleman could formatte clumsily wouldn't even endure a single second of switching the roles with another participant into a third wheel abruptly was unimaginably afflictive and sorely impossible to even handle a brief colloquy with either of his classmates.

Once the private clinic's zone lightbulb momentarily filtered the entire site in its artificially celestial gilded light infectively quenching each outskirt and illuminating fashionably even the darkest segments the university's secret place, accompanying the hitched breathing of the juvenile doctor whose oxford-clad feet bedaubed recklessly resilient, villainously sly the concrete floor and elaborating its spate of monotonously drumming footsteps ghosting to the recent destination at last. The sole humdrum ballad has suffocated the coherently secure walls of the room with its dozens of conjugated smacks of slaps against the barriers' unremittingly invincible armor.

The absolutely realistic illustration of the teal ambulance bed motionlessly denizening in the middle of the sufficiently expansive location, whereas the corpse of a young woman in her mid-twenties bone-chillingly sawddled warmly in its conveniently shapeless, flabbergastingly creamy duvet deterring the apparent nude frame to shimmer against the orphan's pools of abysmally glassy cinnamon brown. The tenderly motionless, seamlessly glossy curves and vulnerable flesh armoring her bone structure unavoidably sharp's contour highlighted her corpse.

In the meantime, the juvenile medico manifested to approach gradually the immobile dead body and examining in a scrutiny in the corner of his huge, rotund cinnamon brown optic, kindling its very flares of his fiercely childlike inquisitiveness and luscious avidity inundating his diabolically lewd gaze. Heartily swilling every ounce of the ghostly pale exposed skin to his starkly ferocious, ironically innocouously predatory coffee brown optics scanning the sole hair-rising exposure of the young lady's dead body, thus a jadedly heavy sigh expelled from his brittle lungs. An eerie flat line decorated uniquely the orphan's alabaster, refreshingly youthful profile.

His masculinely mammoth, incredibly smooth hands unamusingly trembled subconsciously blood-curdling until one of his hands altruistically curious slithered to reach for the sheerly oyster-white, heavenly angelic duvet and slowly but surely unwrapping it until the soft fabric peeled off the petite-frame's nubile nudity strangely gorgeous mantled in its pale curtain smartly saturating the femininely creamy, milky epidermis of the woman's tensely motionless muscles and her naturally mauve nipples toppling the soft fat of her bosom bonded with the kinky thick, dark hairy wire pebbling her lethally dry folds between her legs.

The desperately severe constricting of his erection significantly escalated and meagerly hitching his breathing surging its ethereally contagious brook squandering its refreshingly rusty, heavy oxygen against his lungs and bleated snorts through his tiny, flexible nostrils. The perpetual broadening process of his oral slit's straight line into a beamingly complacent, indisputably vindictive smirk curving upon his nude lips at the explicitly graphic prospect. Luminously lustful twinkles waltzed into the young man's cocoa brown minerals whilst warily examining in a scrutiny the corpse of the young woman as his ogle's initial destination landed on her lion mane of greasily old Hollywood chestnut locks curtaining gracefully her unhealthily pallid, yet young-looking face slithering fiendishly unceasing to her average sized breasts until they impaled her bare, fiendishly frigid feet.

"Oh God, Mommy!" A couple of vowels and syllables insistingly breathless's clash sequenced to the purr's construction diminishing its decibels greatly whisking with his hitched breathing and the severely vehement, jovial heart pulses' demonical thumps into his toned, muscular chest promptly, whereas his mouth timidly quivered in his sheepishly sultry, masculinely deep purr. "You're so beautiful!" At the moment, the Bostonian's colossal, amusingly warm trembling hand glided to cup in the palm of his hand the unknown lady's unsurprisingly lukewarm, transgressively chubby cheek, admiring her crisply ethereal grace embroidering her beyond peacefully majestic facial attributes.

In a long minute of sluggishly deft trail of her cheek and slipping his pristinely delicate, orthodoxy soothing fingertips inspecting the swan curve of her well-sculptured cheekbone, thereafter vigilantly subtle skidding to her dainty chin, escorting meekly the very curve of her milky, cozily feather-soft expanse and fingertips bedaubing to her frail sternum. The Bostonian's solely free hand fingers worked on the mission of obdurately undoing the stubbornly dull buttons of his shirt until the process escalated to leak his muscly, hairy torso to the starkly scintillating artificlal illumination enveloping him benevolently comfortable. Once the ordinary oyster-white shirt clumsily peeled off Oliver's arms and discarding it bluntly ruthless on the edge of the ambulance bed, throughout his long, slim fingers clawed gently the brunette's docilely soft breast in the palm of his hand, whereas his other hand worked on unzipping his pair of jet-black trousers' zip to insert his tissues to manipulate its mischievous tease of his erected shaft spotlighting his boxers and leaning down as his naturally pale-pinkish, deliciously plumpish lips wrapped around the other breast's plum nipple suckling on its tender skin of her outer ring.

"Holy fuck, dear mommy!" Meowing a blatantly impulsive, fiercely fervent under his breath, the boldness of his tissues' sheer manipulation gearing his shaft's hardness in its firmly teasing grasp, consequently his only free mammoth, creamy hand's fingers managed to skid to her dry folds and plugging a couple of fingers at her entrance shortly after ghostwriting his pristinely gentle, youthfully dexterous fingers impressively the very curves of her torso and her lower abdomen, admiring her freshly enthralling anatomy even for a former mortal. "You are driving me immensely crazy, aren't you?" Meantime, mild precum coyly soaked the medico as the relentlessly vigorous motion of thrusting in and out his other hand's tissues vindictively bloodthirsty, hedonistically of the dead body's slit accompanying the series of barbarously blatant, sweet coos seething his Adam's apple. "That gorgeous, dry pussy of yours is still craving for anybody's touch, in spite of for final time!" His bottom plumpish lip twitched at the lustfully fervent grunt accompanying the hideously diabolical postpone of his breathy, monstrously reckless groans and moans escaping his pretty healthy, restless chest.

The haphazardness of the farther foreign background noise of bluntly distinctive chats pitching the university's hallway and stairway to the underground floor caught off guard the juvenile gentleman and despondently temerariously retrieving the solely discarded attire of his casual outfit, whilst his other hand's tissues immediately slipped out of the brunette's slit and suckling on the barren flavor marvelously coating his fingertips once he readjusted his posture in general.

"And yet Mr. Drake sends us for an unknown reason to research the private clinic room instead of minding our business to supervise the façade's exterior, you know!" Sinisterly distinctive's hoarseness punctured one of the security guards' half-hearted utterance on the mission in the company of his long-time business partner to research the targeted location.

"Holy shit!" All of a sudden, the future doctor registered to venture up inside the grandiosely lacquered wardrobe overcrowded with galore of neat lily-white, baby blue and baby green doctor aprons to enshroud his figure from the forthcoming uninviting visitants in the enigmatic lair of the university whose chats approached coherently the location in no time. Once the wardrobe's doors were completely shut, Oliver strangely fit inside the large furniture sheltering him fleetly to not being caught in trouble and his fingers channelized to button each stubborn, tiny button up to his ghostly pale neck eventually, stifling the various medley of noises that might put him in the ginormous trouble rumbling up to freeze his blood out of the blue.

The desires could be interpreted in variety of versions. The purely rational alternatives formatting the desire's true notion could be assimilated and fathomed differently, depending on every outstanding one of a kind's perspective. They could be pretty often amenably forbidden or on the contrary not extremely bizarre at all. The most forbidden desires rousing the life of the insatiable lust to yearn to savor the very juices of the forbidden fruit tantalized every owner's hurricane of thoughts and they could be solely envisioned scintillatingly dazzling as the most inebriatingly wild reverie stinging the frequent function of their cells and blood. 

Author's Final Note: I know this one-shot was wonderfully twisted and disturbing for certain quantity of the audience, nevertheless, I hope you liked and enjoyed it! If you have candidly enjoyed and liked it, don't forget to leave a feedback! I'll genuinely appreciate it! :))