Malfunction (Jack Krauser x f!Reader)
Pairing: Jack Krauser x f!Reader (serial killer x victim)
Synopsis: One peaceful evening, heading to your hometown, you decided to give a lift to a seemingly nice guy, but he turned the rest of the day into a nightmare.
The songs that inspired me:
Nicole Dollangang - Have You Seen Me? (reader's POV)
KMFDM - The Smell (Jack's POV)
Oh, I insist on listening to these two because, damn, how perfectly they match the characters.
nsfw (18+), noncon! smut (when I say it's noncon, I MEAN IT), sadism, chase, mention of blood & violence, size difference, bedroom bondage, blindfold, knife play, fear play, whipping, choking, biting, taunting, electroshock, dacryphilia/crying, unprotected rough sex with no lube.
Tags: @falsevacuum @jackinmykrauser @ruhelosetraume @sarahbeara15
The sky was getting dark and your car's headlights were the only light source among the gloomy wilderness. Your best friend's wedding was close, besides, it's been a while since you last saw each other. You were driving to your hometown to spend time together and, of course, to attend this marvelous event. The feeling of excitement filled your mind, the anticipation for this long-awaited reunion caused a stomach ache because it was also unsettling. You turned on the music to calm down.
The road and the surroundings were barely visible as the large redwoods blocked any access to light.
Then suddenly you noticed a figure by the wayside. You stopped the car and looked out the window. There was a tall blond man. His stern face was adorned with a few deep scars. The longest one crossed his left eye. However, the first thing that caught your attention was his size, a pile of muscles, he had a huge build. The guy was wearing a grey sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing his strong veiny forearms, camouflage-coloured pants and a backpack. There were black combat boots on his feet.
"Hey, what are you doing here at this late hour?" You asked.
The blonde bent over examining your face and replied with a slight smirk:
"Hah, you won't believe me, miss. I was hiking and got lost. I have just found the road and, luckily, you."
"Hiking? Alone?" You raised your eyebrow.
"Yeah, it helps to clear your mind. Nature, fresh air, you know..." The stranger delivered you a lovely kind smile that made you melt and sympathize him so you thought you couldn't just leave him here.
"Okay," you sighed, "Jump in."
"Thank you so much, miss. You saved me!" He threw his backpack into the back seat and got in next to you.
"I gotta ask. May I?" You gave him a glance.
"Maybe, it's a bit impolite but... Where did you get those scars?"
"Well, I had a car accident a few years ago. It's a miracle I'm alive..."
"Oh, I'm so sorry... It sounds terrible." You pursed your lips keeping your eyes on the road. Embarrassment made you crack a stupid joke:
"I thought it was a bear."
"Hah, well, as you're into hiking, I guess, you bumped into a bear and had a fierce fight with it. With your physique you could kill a bear!" A slight blush appeared on your cheeks as you smiled and giggled shyly.
"Yeah, a bear." His blue eyes were piercing you. It made you nervous but you tried not to let it show. However, he noticed that as your grip on the wheel tightened.
"Soo... What is your name? Do you live here, in this town?" You broke the confusing silence.
"I'm Jeff. This town... It is such a nice place, isn't it? Quiet, not crowded, and the dense forest... It's so perfect for hunting." A mischievous grin showed up on his face as he turned his head to the window with a dreamy look.
"Hunting? Do you really like it?"
"I do." You sensed his gaze as he licked his lips rapaciously.
"Do you enjoy killing animals? I could never..."
A silent chuckle escaped the stranger's mouth:
"And what about you? Are you from around here?"
"Yes and no, I moved away, was born and raised here, this place is my home... I'm coming back because of my bestie's wedding."
"Wow, that's cool." His cold gloomy eyes were observing you looking at your fingers:
"You're not married, are you? How is that possible? Such a beautiful girl. There's no guy waiting for you at home. What a pity." There was mockery in his tone. His words got you tense up.
"I don't want to discuss that, Jeff." You scowled at him.
"Oh, are we getting angry?" The man pouted and tutted tilting his head.
"Why are you doing this? I helped you and I thought we had a nice conversation."
The blonde leaned to your ear, you felt the heat of his breath as he whispered:
"Cause I'm on a hunt..." The stranger inhaled your scent as if you were his dinner while his eyes locked on your panicked expression.
"Wh-what do you mean?" You glanced sideways at him. The man bared his teeth, not taking his eyes off you.
"You see, you asked me if I liked killing animals, right?" His palms started rubbing his thighs. You swallowed and gave him a nod.
"I did. It bored me in the end."
"That's not funny, Jeff. If you don't stop, I'll have to drop you off." His head bent to the side:
"Silly girl still thinks she's in charge here."
You slammed on the brakes and shouted at him:
"Ooh, scary..." The stranger seemed to savor playing with you, getting on your nerves. He laughed but kept sitting in his seat.
"What is wro-" Your question was cut off by him putting a sharp knife to your throat.
"Shh, don't talk." He started tracing the tip of the blade across your cheeks and under your chin. The coldness of metal made your skin crawl. Beads of sweat began to appear on your skin as your breath came hard and uneven. The man ran his tongue over the knife tasting your salty flavor.
"What do you wa-" He didn't let you finish by pointing the blade to your chest making you flinch.
"I. Said. Shut. Up." Each word was emphasized with a short pause. His eyes focused on your breast as it was rising because of your heavy breathing.
"Now, listen to me, girl, drive where I tell you to and don't do anything stupid. There will be a fork ahead, I need you to turn left. Did you understand?" — You nodded. — "Good girl." Your hands on the wheel were shaking, mind dizzy from anxiety and fear. "What should I do? What should I do? Think, focus."
"Here. Turn left." He commanded. This road seemed abandoned, your heart started beating even faster. You noticed that he wasn't wearing a seat belt. It was your chance to take advantage of it. You pushed on the gas sharply and then turned the steering wheel so the man hit his head on the windshield.
You jumped out of the car and rushed into the woods running as fast as you could. A furious growl came from behind:
"Bitch! I will fucking find you! You'll pay for this!"
You spotted a place to hide, took out your phone and tried to call the police. However, there was no signal:
"No, no, no, this can't be! Shit." Your hands were trembling as you tried to dial the number hoping that someone would be able to pick up the phone. "Сome on!"
The sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence.
"Where are you, rabbit? Playing hide and seek with me, huh? Naughty rabbit..."
You squeezed your eyes closed and held your breath, arms wrapped around your legs.
"Peekaboo! Gotcha." He was staring at you from above with a predatory grin as you screamed hysterically and lunged trying to escape from him. Panic made your eyes and mind blurry and you tripped on a log and plopped down on the ground. You tried to get up but it turned out that your ankle was sprained.
"Aw, poor thing. You gotta be more careful. Dumb little rabbit." He crouched beside you tracing his knife over your spine while listening to you whimper.
"There, there, baby girl. Don't be afraid, I won't kill you... At least, until the end of the night... We are going to have so much fun! You've already entertained me making me hunt for you. I haven't had that for a while."
"Why are you doing this?" You asked plaintively not daring raise your eyes to him.
"You are neither the first not the last to ask this question, ha-ha. Because I revish it, your sweet fear captivates me..." Your chaser tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear using his knife.
"Look at me, rabbit. Show me your pretty face." You turned your head slowly looking up to him with teary eyes. The man tilted his head releasing a contented sigh:
"Clumsy little one. You have to watch your step." The tip of the blade was poking your cheek. His free hand grabbed your hair and bent your head exposing your neck:
"E-e-a-a-sy. Easy." You felt a needle sinking into your skin.
"Rest, rabbit girl." Your vision got blurred, all you could see was the white of his bared teeth.
Waking up was tough, when you opened your eyes, there was total darkness and you wasn't able to move your limbs. Then realization finally hit your mind, you were blindfolded and fully undressed, and your hands and legs were tied up to the bedposts. You tried to pull the ropes but they were too tight. There was a silent chuckle from your right that made you shudder with terror.
"Good morning, sleepyhead. Have a hard time getting up?" The sound of approaching steps caused you to shiver. The man started caressing your stomach and hips with his fingertips, your sensitive skin was covered with goosebumps.
"Delicious looking girl." Then you felt his fingers switch with a knife, he drew a circle around your nipples and trailed the blade down to your core and pressed its icy surface of it to your pussy.
"Please, don't do that. I promise I won't tell anyone, anyone. Ple-e-a-se." You whined.
"Hush, I haven't even started yet, darling."
"Do you really wanna know?" The joy in his voice was obvious, so obvious, it made you stutter from horror.
"N-no, no, no, I d-don't."
You sensed his hot breath on your breast, his dry lips began to shower kisses on your chest, leaving a wet trail behind. His big palm wrapped around your neck squeezing it hard, making you gasp for air.
"You're my precious little toy for today." The man pushed his tongue inside your mouth possessively depriving you of any source of air. It seemed like he was exploring it, licking the inner walls of your cheeks. Pulling away from you, he observed you trying to catch your breath.
"Damn, you're stunning. Maybe, I shouldn't kill you today, you look like fun." His lips were exploring the delicate skin of your thighs, he covered them with small bites, then suddenly his teeth dug into your flesh causing you to scream in pain.
"Please, st-o-o-o-p! I beg you!" Blood started dripping down onto the sheets. He licked it as if he was thirsty and hadn't drunk in days:
"Hah, I wasn't mistaken when I called you sweet." You couldn't see but he was looking up at you with his eyes sparkle with sadistic pleasure, watching you sob.
"Wanna try? Wanna taste yourself?" His digits had traced over the bleeding wound collecting the scarlet liquid before he inserted them into your mouth and applied it to your lips.
The noise of unbuckling belt made you try to cross your legs, you heard him titter. However, nothing happened — he was waiting for something.
"I wonder... How many you can take..."
"This." You felt a harsh slap on your injured hips as a loud cry burst from your throat which was already sore from screaming and weeping. His hand gripped your neck tightly while he leaned to your ear and whispered:
"Cry for me, scream for me. Louder because... If it is too weak, I assume you're okay with it and the hits will be stronger. Make me believe you're suffering. Convince me you don't wanna die 'cause, you know, I can be merciful sometimes."
The second hit landed on your stomach. Then the belt slid over your breast teasingly and the next moment you felt the burning pain spreading across the skin of your chest.
The hits were becoming more and more erratic, faster and heavier. Your voice cracked as you obeyed and did what he told you, all you could do now was to wheeze and whimper silently.
"Good girl." He praised you with such an admiring tone observing your quivering body covered in bruises and red marks:
"You look gorgeous... How does it feel?"
"E-everything h-hurts so bad." You mumbled.
"As it should... My precious girl." — His palm began to stroke your sore skin gently. — "However, we're not done yet, my dear."
"No?" You moaned piteously.
"No." — He laid down with his upper body on the bed next to you, kneeling on the floor, with one hand under his chin, and the other continuing to fondle your abdomen and hips, and then said through pouting lips — "We are not."
You heard him stand up, there came a noise not far from the bed as he was looking for something. The captor came back and you felt him caressing your slit with a cold unknown object as his breath was getting heavy.
Suddenly the blindfold was ripped from your eyes. Your gaze shifted from the mysterious stick, he was holding in his hand, to his face. His lips curled into a malicious grin as he enjoyed your lost and terrified expression.
"What's that?" You asked him cautiously.
His hand poked the wand to your bruised and bitten thigh, next a searing shooting pain shot through your body causing you to twitch and squeak. A hopeless groan escaped from your lips as you looked at him imploringly. He ran the electric shock stick from your hip, between your legs, across your stomach and to your breast.
"Please, don't... Don't do that." You pled.
"Why? Persuade me... Hm?" The raised his eyebrow and his eyes were fixed on yours.
"Because... I-I didn't do anything wrong. I don't deserve this. I just wanna go home..."
"Oh, you certainly deserve this, rabbit." — His index finger pointed at a scratch on his temple that appeared as a result of hitting his head over the windshield. — "Who did this, huh? It hurts, you know."
"But I-" You were cut short by the electric shock to your nipple.
"Excuses. I just need you to admit that you're misbehaving one and you need to be put in your place." As he tilted his head with a vicious smirk, the stick trailed down and stopped at your pussy finding your clit.
"No, no, no, please." — You quickly shook your head asking for mercy. — "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I injured you, I-I sho-should have done what you told me to do, please."
"Yes, exactly, you should have, but you didn't."
"This sick motherfucker is enjoying it, it's like a twisted game he's used to playing with his victims" — You thought making an attempt to break the rules:
"I didn't because you're insane, a fucking freak and your place is in a nuthouse." That decision was obviously a mistake and he punished you by shocking your most sensitive spot so that you howled in pain.
"I didn't know you were that silly and cocky." — He tutted. — "Gotta teach you some manners, young lady... Open your dirty mouth and pull out your tongue."
"Oh, don't play dumb or I'll just put an open mouth gag on you." After this threat you followed his order.
"You see, you can be compliant, can't you?" — The man placed the wand on your tongue and smiled. — "Ready?"
You squinted but nothing happened. Wily laughter broke out of his lips:
"Such a cowardly bunny. You're not as brave as you pretended to be a few minutes ago, are you? You are much more tempting and cute when you act scared and obedient." He delivered a few hits to different spots of your body making you squeak and shudder from each of them.
When this torture finished, you watched him tiredly, moving away from you and resting his hands on the table lowering his head. He went silent for a moment.
"My sweet little prey... You know, I don't fuck my toys, that's a rule I made for myself. But you turned me on so damn much. What should we do about it? Any ideas, rabbit?"
"I... I don't know." — You murmured. — "I can..." — Shame stopped you from vocalizing your thought.
"You can what? Say it." He slowly approached you with an expression of sincere curiosity on his face. You could see a prominent bulge protruding from under his pants.
"I can... I can do you a hand job... If... If you like."
"I didn't expect you to be that spoiled and dirty-minded." — There was a taunting sneer in his voice. — "But... It's not what I want. Not intimate enough, not fulfilling."
"Then... W-what is it that you want?"
He took the knife and started flipping it in his hand while his cold blue eyes were examining you from head to toe, finally he broke the silence and asked:
"What do you think of knives?"
"Knives? What do you mean?"
One of your legs was freed from the ropes as he knelt on the bed, making it sag under his weight, and put your shin over his hip. You felt even more exposed as his gaze was directed right there.
"I've never done that before..." — He stroked your slit with the blade. — "Knives are so multifunctional. They are fast and stealthy. Also a perfect way to prolong the pleasure of torturing... But I came up with another idea."
The knife handle was pressed against your entrance and his hand slowly inserted it inside. You frowned and released a pained groan causing him to snigger. He kept pushing it in and out while squeezing his dick through the pants. The friction inside you was unpleasant and caused a burning sensation but he wasn't going to stop and the thrusts were becoming rougher and faster. You could notice the change in his gaze, he looked possessed, even more intimidating than before. The man leaned closer to you and started kissing your face savouring the saltiness of your sweat and tears, whispering:
"Damn, I... I want you, I can't help it, I want to feel you, consume you, my delicious rabbit."
He got up and began to take off the clothes, his damp sweatshirt fell down on the floor so you could witness his ripped upper body and arms covered in deep scars. As his blue eyes were focused on yours scanning your reaction, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down as well as his boxers. It was big and firm, dripping with arousal. His hand stroked the shaft back and forth, spreading the precum over the entire length. You looked away and your cheeks turned red.
"Scaredy cat, aren't you?" — He came closer. — "Eyes on me when I'm talking to you." You gave him a shy look.
"Do you think you can take me?"
His booted foot harshly landed on your mound making you let out a sharp cry as he taunted:
"You like playing dumb, don't you? But I'm sure you're not. Do you want me to treat you as a dumb bitch?"
"No, I don't." You mumbled through tears.
"You gonna take me even if it hurts, understood? You gonna feel me invading you, making you all mine."
He untied your other ankle and spread your weak legs pressing them against you. His calloused hand slid between your delicate petals checking how ready you were. But you weren't due to the fear you felt of him.
"Bad girl." Your pussy received a few sharp punishing slaps. The man bent over, tugged your folds apart with his thumbs and spat on your entrance.
His sweaty forehead touched yours as he trapped you under his weight and growled:
"I will destroy you." — His hips made a harsh jolt making you sob. — "I will make you bleed." — The trusts were measured but rough, it felt like he was piercing you with his dick. You let out tormented cries each time he was inside you. Your figure seemed so tiny, so light under his heavy, terrifyingly huge body as if you were just a puppet.
"Please, stop, it's too much, it's too painful."
His lips curled into a malicious grin, his warm palm cupped your chin and tipped your head back to have a better view of you face:
"I like to see you suffering. It looks good on you. You're so pretty with your red teary eyes and swollen lips. With... these bruises, cuts, bite marks on your sweet soft skin."
His tongue found your collarbone and left a wet trail to your shoulder, his teeth sank deep into your flesh so that your hands squeezed the ropes that kept them in place to endure the pain. The jolts were becoming more brutal, he pulled away and wrapped your legs around his neck. His look was bestial, crimson blood coated his lips and dripped down his chin, pupils delated reflecting manic obsession, a complete loss of control — that's what he was afraid of — but now, at this very moment, he didn't care.
The man grabbed his well sharpened knife and lifted it over your chest, right where the heart is. You began to weep anticipating your death, you didn't make any more attempts to ask for mercy. You just squeezed your eyes shut. All of the sudden the sound of something metallic hitting the floor reverberated through the room. Right after that you felt his hot uneven breath and wet salty lips on your mouth as he spilled into you filling your hole with warm thick cum.
The kisses were... surprisingly loving, passionate, even affectionate. He released your hands, brownish mark framed your poor wrists. His sweaty palm caressed your cheeks and damp hair while he was sitting near on his knees. You couldn't believe he was treating you like this and burst into tears curling up under him. He gently pressed his lips against your temple while giving you a tender hug waiting for you to calm down.
"I've never felt like this before. So strange. You gave me peace... At least, for today..." He murmured to your ear. But your thought was: "At least, I'm still alive."
The man picked you up in his strong arms and carried to the bathroom. You began to lose your consciousness due to exhaustion. Your mind was coming back from time to time, you felt the warm water embracing your sore skin, as his hands washed away the blood and sweat. You vaguely remembered some fragments when he was treating and wrapping bandages around your wounds. Then everything turned black as you dove in a deep tight sleep...
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