Dr Smiley Creepypasta Novels & Stories

he smiles, but I know better than to fall for those fake smiles that means something completely different "I swear if he doesn't stop calling me darling I'm going to get a fu*king doll with his face on it and stabb it to death he releases me and straighten up, i step back to an arm's-length, there is no way in hell he's going to get a chance to trap me again ! my head is screaming at me to run, but to a lunatic like Draven, he get on by my vulnerability and I'm positive he will chase me. hell, the physco would enjoy it too

I asked, chuckling. Crystal I laughed to myself as I read the newspaper article. ‘VOTERS VOTE ON WHETHER TO VOTE’ People are crazy as hell. I was actually entertained by it. I flipped the page to the celebrity gossip section—only for it to be snatched right from my hand. I turned around to see Draven standing there with that infuriating smirk. “I was reading that,” I said, trying to grab it back. “You can read?” he asked, pretending to be shocked. “Draven, give it back.” “Well… I’m reading it now. So go get me a cup of tea. That’s your job now, isn’t it?” he said, plopping into the seat I’d just been in. I noticed the marks on his neck—hickeys. I tried my best to ignore them. “If none of you

he said, his expression changing suddenly from cold and creepy into a sickeningly sweet smile. He walked towards me, reaching out a hand. I gasped and clutched my chest. "What?" His lips twitched slightly, and his eyes gleamed. “Your pussy looks really sweet and juicy, you know that, honey? And I want it badly." I burst into loud laughter, startling the creep. " What makes you think I'll let your diseased mouth lay a single kiss on me?" I cried between laughs. "Is this what you do? Take advantage of helpless women? One more step and I'll tear you to shreds."

Drake growled. “Fucking sweet and delicious like pineapple,” I replied. I rotated from fucking her with my tongue to sucking on her swollen nub. I slipped two of my fingers deep into her while I gave her nub a nibble. I returned to fucking her with my tongue. I could feel her walls fluttering against my tongue. I knew she was close. “DRAY.” She screamed. I felt her cum hard in my mouth as her walls tightened around my tongue, trying to keep it with her body. I pulled back and looked up.

Doom complained, coughed as if going to vomit; he was crawling on the ground, panting like running for his life. "Well, on my first time, I puked my intestines." "Was that supposed to make me feel better?" Doom said in between his coughing. "You didn't die. Stop being dramatic. Besides, no one forced you to do it. I can leave you here if you keep on complaining," I said sternly. Well, Doom's using his blessings out of nowhere too. So, this was for all the pranking he'd done to me. Doom stood straight and heaved a huge sigh. He scanned the place and realized we were in the Pixie Realm.

One of them, slurring his words, muttered something that I couldn’t quite catch, but the tone was unmistakably lewd and the rest cackled like hyenas ready to devour me. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here alone by this time of the night? You’re basically inviting the inevitable, darling.” One of the men slurred in a wide toothed grin, exposing a set of yellowed teeth. “And lucky for you, we’re in a good mood to grant you your wish.” One of the men came even closer and caressed a creepy hand over a stray curl of my hair, breathing out heavy alcoholic fumes and I shuddered in absolute disgust and terror, “What you like to wish for, sweetheart?”

But she was already reading it out. 2Tall2Bottom: U into anonymous gloryholes? I host (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠) I peeked through my fingers. "Why are they all talking like GTA strip club NPCs?!" She was crying with laughter. "Mate, this is normal for hookup sites. Here see, this one straight up sent, Wyd with a dick pic attached. At least he's got humor. “Let me put my dick in dat booty." She snickered at the play of words of my username.

I looked all around for Damon, but it seemed he'd gone back down stairs. I took the stairs carefully, waving and smiling and greeting everyone that I saw. Sadly, the first person to see me was Dr Parker. “We meet! Once again.” He smiled exaggeratedly, and took my hand. “Hello Doctor.” I smiled, trying to be civil. He looked every inch of what Damon made him seem. “And how are you enjoying it?” I asked him, beaming. “Ooh, these are not my favorite parts of it. I love it more when the money starts rolling in.” He smiled, revealing his gold teeth.

**ELENA'S POV** The guy with the creepy smile blocked the exit and stepped closer, bringing with him the smell of cheap cologne and tobacco. I guess I could call him Mr. Creepy Smile. “Curious cats,” the tattooed guy chuckled, rolling his shoulders like he was warming up for another kill. “We know what happens to them.” I'll call him Mr. Gold-Tooth. I let my lips curl as I replied to him. “They tend to take someone with them.”

My breath was a gasp, ragged and guttural, and it felt as though I’d sold my soul to the plumbers from Drippy Doctor. Fuck it, I’m all drippy now and only they can fix me. “Honey,” Darrel drawled, “you one sweet piece of meat and I think you are going to enjoy this as much as we will.” He whispered in my ear and when he pulled back a little, I felt a shiver run through my whole body. “Pl—Please.”