Creepypasta one shots (Smut Can Be A Thing)

Waiting (Dr. Smiley Smut)

A/N: medical abuse, Daddy kinks, some restraints....  Yeah that's about it.
Thank you for being patient, please enjoy.
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I had just gotten out of work and couldn't be happier. These long days to put it simply, sucked ass. I love my work don't get me wrong. However dealing with endless stupidity and putting on a patient yet sincere face is exhausting.

Walking down main street was always a blast, the shops were always teaming with young college kids and small families going about their day. People regularly wave to me as I go by and give meaningless exchanges made to be polite and charming. The quaint town had definitely seen better days. The college traffic kept things very busy at the shop during the school term, then they dropped off again come Christmas. That's when the students went back to whatever they called home for the break.

I worked at the local head shop, a wonderful little spot on the main street. We did a lot there and we had a very small staff, just 3 of us. The owner, my manager and myself. We all got along great and from day to day hardly had any problems.

Over the last few months I've been well aquatinted with important towns people, such as Constable Mathers and Police Cheif Eric Yates. Likewise, I had become equally aquatinted with the riff raff that reside here year round. I could do with unmeeting a good few of them. They weren't terrible to talk to, especially since I had information they needed on new products and pieces. On the contrary, they were wonderfully polite and sweet people. The problem I faced with the townies was their tendency to let bad situations follow them in the door. At the end of the day no matter how lax the atmosphere in our everything hippie and pothead store was, we were still a business. I've had to put my foot down a few too many times to prevent people from discussing their illicit activities.

My walk wasn't terribly long, since I chose to park at my friend's house. She lived about 10 blocks into town and the stroll reliably served to release the tensions of the day. I could park closer to the shop, but that would mean having to slug the parking meter every two hours. That's expensive and I could put that money towards gas for getting back and forth to work.

As I got back to the car I slung my purse down to the floor on the passenger seat, and pulled my phone out. I had been ignoring it through out the day, because my mother had been texting me about genuine responsibilities. She was right to do so of course so I couldn't blame her, although I definitely didn't think twice about putting it off until after work.

Being under twenty something I was still on her insurance. It was very handy for me to be honest. I just hadn't been to the doctors in the last four years. Since I graduated highschool and could no longer go to the pediatric doctor I'd been going to my whole life.

She was asking me if I had found a new doctor yet, all too pleased when I told her I had started making calls today.

I put my phone down in the cupholder and clicked in the aux cord, getting ready to pull off when messages dinged. Leave it to Mom to get back to me right away. Sighing, I put the car back in park and picked it back up to answer her, letting her know I was getting ready to leave for home.

Finishing up there, I managed to shove off at last. Heading home with the volume blaring at possibly illegal levels.

That night I got home around 9pm, I was tired and lethargic to the point my purse felt I had stuffed it full of encyclopedias. I was expecting to get bombarded by a full house when I came in, but it was pretty quiet.

The bench by the door which served as a shoe rack, was the highlight of my evening. It brought me peace to set the work day aside and step into my home life. I sat and started taking off my outerwear. It was such a relief to get my shoes off, feeling the tingle of a long days work in my feet. My neck felt stiff and overstretched in unison, which sadly paled in comparison to my back. When I stood up free of my chains as it were, my lower back cooed to me in sweet words of 'dont do that.'