Junkrat smut

Krampus (female)

Whip, lingerie, cunnilingus, knot kink

A scream escaped your lungs as you sat up from your bed. Sweat and tears stained your face and body as you gripped the blankets.
"Fuck." You whispered as you wiped your face from the tears. Bad dream. Nothing but a bad dream. Fuck bad dreams. Your mind bubbled up as you slowly calmed your raging heart beats. To think you get a nightmare on Christmas eve was even freakier. It's suppose to be a joyful holiday but you wake up screaming on it. Terrible. But you didn't put much care into it. Nor the holiday either. Your family didn't seem to care if you showed up or not for a visit. So you just stopped going and wasting time all together. Instead, you stayed at home, eating sweets, drinking and watching movies in your finest lingerie next to the warmth of the fireplace. You lived in a log cabin near the woods and mountains. So the scenery of the wilderness covered in snow was the most perfect background for your single person Christmas. You enjoyed it more than sitting alone while your family ignored you or talked over you. Way better

Snapping out of your thoughts, you pushed yourself out of the bed and moved into the bathroom. Leaving the light out for your tired eyes, you grabbed any towel that was nearby and wiped yourself down from sweat. The fabric of the lingerie stuck to your skin more with the sweat added. Lifting some of the fabric, you wiped the little bit of sweat from it before allowing it to snap back into place. Tossing the towel into the dirty clothes pile before heading back to the bed. But before you could slip back under the covers, a few creaks and heavy footsteps drew your attention to the door. You've heard animals around the area that happen to stumble on your porch or roof. But this came from downstairs, and sounded more in the house then outside.

Grabbing one of the blankets and tossing it around your body before tip toeing over to the door. You turned the handle carefully and opened the door slowly to not allow it to creak so much. Heading down the dark hall, there was a dim light that casted on the wall of the stair case. The light would flicker and dance against them. As you descended the stairs slowly, over the railing showed the flames in the fireplace dancing in joy. It would pop around the wooden logs and pieces of coal that were freshly placed in it.

Confused as you were, you made your way to the bottom and flicked on the light to have a look around. Nothing was out of place and there was no sign of anybody around. Moving over to the fireplace, you pulled the cover closed and squatted down by it. I guess it wasn't bad to have some heat in the house since it was lit. But you swore you put it out before going to bed. Did you really drink too much to not remember. But looking down, it seem to answer that question for you. There was soot hoof and foot prints on the floor. Backing up to follow them, they seem to have stepped out from the fireplace into the house. You knew about the chimney having a wide opening from on top of the roof but you wouldn't have thought a deer managed to get through it, let alone on the roof. And to add to it, you didn't think a deer would have any human foot prints anyways. They were bigger than your own too. The tracks seem to stomp a few times in the living room, as if it had bad footing, before it lead short of the staircase.

You had a very bad, heavy feeling in your gut. If it was a deer, there was no way it could've gotten passed you and went upstairs. Pulling the blanket closer around your body, you snatched the nearby fire poker from its container before following the steps back up. Using the wall as support as you gripped the poker tightly. You pushed the guest bedroom door open and flicked the light on. Looking around the empty room before turning the light back off and closing the door. You peeked into the hallway bathroom and flicked the light on, but nothing. Even snatching the shower curtain over to find the tub empty.

Your nerves were really spiking high now, it nearly made the poker shake in your trembling hands. The light clicked off to the bathroom before you moved back into your room. Flicking the light on in the empty room. A heavy breath escaped your lungs that you forgot you held on it. Even if the house seemed empty, that doesn't explained the foot prints. Were they there for awhile and you really did drink too much? You were confused again but your guard stayed up. Clicking the light off and locking the door close behind you before scrambling into the bed. You clicked the lamp on and laid the poker next to you.