Flower | Rafe Cameron (Part 1)
A/N: New little series I started, let me know if you guys like it & if there’s anything you guys want to see out of it.💗
Summary: When Rafe lays his eyes on a beautiful girl in a beautiful blue dress, he can’t keep his eyes or his hands off of her. In his mind, she is his little flower, and he is determined to make sure she knows it.
Warnings: non-con, dub-con, angst, implied rape, intention of rape, drug and alcohol use, stalking, dark fantasies, obsession with reader, dark themes, 18+
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Pairing: Dark!Rafe x Reader, Stalker!Rafe x Reader
He called you his flower. His flower… You didn’t know who he was or his reputation when your family moved to the outer banks only three short months ago, but you quickly came to learn. The night that he spotted you in your little blue dress, he decided that you would be his. That you were his little flower and no one else’s.
He had pulled you by your waist behind a tree as you screamed into his palm and held you tightly to his chest. He whispered soothingly into your ear, quieting your cries. You remember his smell, the deep voice that made you shiver against him, and the way you clutched and clawed at his arm as he kept you quiet. When you finally got to see his face, shadows danced across his features — the image in your mind seems foggy to this day.
You described it to your newly made friends the next morning, the image that terrified you. The man who had called you his flower and looked at you so possessively that your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. He had let you go when you screamed and fought against him and sauntered off with a threatening smirk. Still, the sight of it made you shudder. Your friends had told you his name and it stuck in your mind. You could forget your wallet, your keys, your lunch, your social security, anything you could manage to forget, it seemed that you did. You had always been that way — but you would never forget that name. Rafe Cameron.
They knew it instantly. It flowed out of their mouths like honey and you could see it on their faces, they knew. There was no doubt, Rafe was your mystery man. You were his flower, Rafe’s flower, and you would come to learn exactly what that meant.
Rafe was not one for self-control, everyone knew it. But never had he felt an urge so strong as to feel the curve of your waist and the fright on your face if he were to grab you and take you slow and deep behind a tree. As soon as he saw you in that dress, hugging you just right as you danced around the fire with your friends, it came to his mind. Flower, you resembled a flower. You were like fresh spring growth and the beauty of blooming life, and that stuck. Like nothing else ever had, it stuck in his brain as he watched you.
When he finally got his hands on you -- the sounds of your screams so delightful in his ears, he couldn't take you right then and there like he had planned. He thought if your screams sounded so delectable, your moans would sound heavenly. He wanted nothing more than to hear them, and so, that became his obsession.
At first, he began to ask around. He listened in on every conversation mentioning the new family that had just moved to town. He made sure he was present at each big social event, in hopes that you would be there. He began to think about you all the time, wondering if you liked or disliked certain things, if you would be innocent like he thought you were or secretly naughty, it was all he could think about. He would grip his cock each night at the thought of you in that blue dress, twirling around. He thought about bending you over, ripping your panties, and fucking you while you screamed and creamed around his cock. He thought about you on your knees in front of him, blue dress ripped and perky tits exposed while you looked up at him with your doe-like, innocent eyes and took his cock as far as it would go down your throat.
But on other nights, while he laid awake at night between his sheets, he thought about what it would be like to bring you the exact blue flowers you reminded him of and call you sweet names. He thought about what it would be like to hold you and listen to your soft snores next to him and what it would be like to have anyone other than himself to depend on. He thought about taking you out on the boat and watching your hair whip around in the wind and the sound of your laugh. He had never thought about these things before -- but you were his flower, it was different, he told himself.
Things began to change for Rafe and you the night that he was out with his friends. He had just gotten done drinking at Topper's, and they were all walking back to Rafe's together to grab his stash of coke. Knowing damn well one of them would end up crashing if they got behind the wheel. It was the first night that you hadn't been on his mind constantly. Sure, he thought about you often, but he didn't grow hard practically every other minute thinking about bending you over. The night had been a good distraction from his obsession with his little flower. Topper and Kelce both knew about that night -- Rafe had told them he needed you and he would get you and they had done their due diligence asking around about you as well. That was just what good friends did for each other. The rumors of Rafe’s new interest were already begin to fly around town.
The three of them were lousily stomping back to Rafe's, not too far away. Then, when Rafe heard a sweet, angelic laugh that he didn't recognize just around the corner, he stopped. He seemed to recognize the sound, like a fever dream or an encounter he couldn't place his finger on. When you pranced around the corner in a little black skirt and a crew neck and almost ran into him, he couldn't believe it.
You weren't paying attention, being careless as always, just like your mother had always said. When your shoulder came in contact with what felt like a brick wall and you heard the gasps of your friends, you expected to fall flat on your ass. Instead, the tight grip of someone pulling you closer, made you brace for contact and squeeze your eyes shut.
"Oh...shit," You heard an unfamiliar voice say from next to you. You looked over, feeling like you recognized them, and thought maybe you had just seen them around town. You brought your gaze back to the person that saved you from the concrete of the sidewalk and was as shocked as ever to recognize their face. You would recognize it anywhere, you couldn't get it out of your head.
"Be careful there, flower." With that, he smirked and let you go. You looked behind you to watch him walk away, making lasting eye contact with him as he looked back to give you one last glance. It was him.
Rafe was enjoying this little game with you, the interaction would suffice his fantasies for some time. So, he knew that he had time to play games, the waiting game. He would tease and taunt you until he was all that you could think about, and when he would finally succeed, he would put you in that little blue dress and watch the way your ass would bounce with each thrust and your sweet cunt would squeeze his cock so tightly.
Once he got around the corner, he stopped with his friends and a game plan was formed. They followed you and your friends, far enough away that you wouldn’t know, and whispered quietly to each other. It was just his luck that they happened to be dropping you off at your house that night. It was exactly what he was hoping for. He knew where you lived now, and that made the game even better.
Every night, consistently, you would dream about Rafe. You would wake up, panting, in a sweat. But tonight was different. You had finally gotten the chance to see Rafe clearly, you could put the shadowy picture in your mind away and instead, replace it with the sharp features of the man that you ran into earlier that day.
That night, your dreams were different. Most nights, you would wake up in fear, the shadowy figure would plunge a knife into your abdomen or you would run miles from him. Tonight, for the first time, he was pushing you against the tree and squeezing your flesh with need, he was slipping your panties to the side and sinking a finger into your slick cunt, he was talking huskily into your ear... and you were moaning. You woke up panting just like every other night, but this night it was for a very different reason.
Rafe had watched as you sat up in bed, chest heaving with each breath and the glistening of sweat against your honey-like skin. He was watching from the sliding glass door of your bedroom. Your bed was parallel with the door and he had a clear view of you from where he had climbed up on your balcony and was hiding. You had opened it up to let some air in before you went to bed and Rafe watched as hard as ever as you had come out of the bathroom in your silk set and slipped in between the sheet. You laid awake for a while and that was when Rafe decided to tell Topper and Kelce they'd meet up another night, he would be busy. So they left their watch-out point and walked back to Topper's, leaving Rafe to satiate his need for his little flower.
It took you over an hour to fall asleep again, you tossed and turned, not being able to get comfortable or relax after your confusing dream. Rafe watched you intently into the early hours of the morning until he realized he could be spotted. He walked home, beginning to feel the aftermath of last nights choices and stomped his way to his room where he still couldn’t seem to get his mind off of you. It was like he was under a spell, one he couldn’t break. He wondered if you were simply the cure, to have you, his little flower.
You woke up that morning, feeling unrested and irritable. You couldn’t make sense of your dream or the man that you encountered yesterday. You knew him as Rafe, and did he know you as anything? You wondered. Had he heard your name and did he know who you were? Had he heard things about you and had you been on his mind just as much as he had been on yours?
You spent the day on what felt like autopilot. You did all your normal habits and tasks, and spent the better part of the day with your friends, until you went back to your house, still consumed by the man that invaded your dreams and your thoughts. It was like he had put himself there and he would choose when he would be leaving. That's what you pictured him to be like, it was all on his schedule, his agenda.
And Rafe became a vampire, a night crawler, a night owl, or more like a hawk -- he stayed up at night to watch you crawl into bed, sleepless and wake up like a zombie, pleased with himself at the thought that it might be due to his own presence. Could you feel him watching you each night? Topper and Kelce began to call it the night shift, they wondered how long this would go on. They missed partying it up with Rafe on weekends and weekdays, it was becoming a problem that they couldn't see their friend, and when they did he looked dead with exhaustion. The coke he was doing when partying was a problem all on its own, but when it carried over to each waking moment of the day, obsessively trying to keep himself awake to sate his deep desire for you, that was a whole other problem.
They were becoming worried, but couldn't feel like they could say anything to him. He was unpredictable in every aspect of the word, constantly on edge and irritable, oftentimes becoming aggressive over the littlest things. They wondered if it was because he could watch you, but couldn't have you. Really, he could, but maybe he just needed a little help? They decided in determination that they would be that help -- they would create the perfect scenario for the two of you to cross paths and maybe they might finally get their friend back.
It was a hot summer night when the plan took place. Topper had sent invites out to everyone around the town. He made sure to tell Rafe just about a million times that he could not miss it, no matter how much he wanted to stalk and obsess over you and Rafe angrily assured him each time that he would be there, no matter how much he didn't want to be. When you received the invite, stuck in your mailbox, addressed to you and you only, you wondered who it could be. Not many people knew of you or your family, you were new enough that people began to talk about you, but not inquire enough to actually know much about you.
You asked the small number of friends that you had made since arriving if they had also received an invite and they confirmed that they had and that you would enjoy it, so you made the decision to go. You wanted to have fun, after all, your family had just moved you from the only home you had ever known to a completely unfamiliar town that you were already beginning to grow weary of. It was too hot, you didn't know how to surf, fish, or do any of the fun activities that people might do here, everyone here had a weird vibe, and you had already been scared half to death at the first party that you ever attended and the scary thing was that you knew that wouldn't be your only frightening encounter.
It was later that night as you were leaning into the side of one of your friends that you finally met the host. He had walked up to you like he had known you for a long time, or maybe even knew something that you didn't, and introduced himself. It took you up to thirty minutes after he had walked away to place where you had seen his face. He was there that night that you bumped into Rafe, he had smirked at you. You felt just as unsure around him this time around as you did last time.
You were going for another round of shots, knowing damn well you shouldn't when a heavy arm was placed over your shoulders. "Hey y/n, I have someone I want you to meet. I think you guys have met, but I wanted to give the two of you a proper introduction." You weren't sure why, maybe it was the menacing tone he held, or his quirked eyebrow of mischief, but your heart began to race and your face grew hot, just standing there. Could it be him?
He turned you by your shoulders to confirm to you exactly who it was, and you were right. You looked his features over for a moment, staring at him in deep thought. You were frightened, but something about him intrigued you. It was as if you already knew him, as if you had known him for a long time.
"Hi, flower." He stuck his hand out for your to shake and you cautiously took it, taking note of the way his calloused hands felt against your delicate skin and how it felt to finally feel his touch again.
"How adorable, why don't the two of you chat, I'll be a good host and go grab ya some drinks." When he pulled away from you, it felt as if he intentionally knocked you off balance to push you into Rafe. As you went tipping into his chest, he caught you with a smirk and you glared at his friend as he scurried off. You steadied yourself, afraid to look up, and went you went to pull away, he held you in place to stop you.
"Look at me." He demanded. You snapped your eyes up to meet his, instantly appeasing him. "There are those pretty eyes," He admired, brushing a piece of hair from your face. He leaned in closer to your face and whispered lowly to you, "I remember those pretty... scared eyes." You gasped and pulled away from him, a panicked look on your face as you were reminded of what this man had intended to do to you -- with the very hands he held you with.
When you turned to get away, you instantly ran into someone, knocking their drink to the ground. You apologized profusely and picked the red solo cup up, handing it back to them. Rushed "sorry's" rumbled from your lips chaotically. You couldn't be there any longer. You bumped shoulders with one more person, repeating your apologies and then at some point realizing that it was Topper who you had run into.
"Hey, leaving so soon? I was just grabbing you a drink," He didn't look surprised and that's what unnerved you. You gulped and shook your head, "Uh sorry, my mom needs me." The words were jumbled as they left your lips in a stutter and you felt like such an idiot standing in front of him. With that, you dashed away. It wasn’t far from your house, but you weren’t confident that you wouldn’t find yourself lost.
Rafe was weaving his way through the party crowd, eyes dark with intent to catch up to you. He was never too far behind, always close enough to catch you. He winked at Topper as he continued on his chase, spotting the white of your converse easily in the dark as you ran. He had to admit, you were fast.
It only took a few minutes for Rafe to realize you had no idea where you were going — you were lost. The feeling of accomplishment and pride that swelled in his chest gave him the push he needed to catch up to you. You whipped your head back, knowing he had been chasing you and once you saw how close he was, you went to scream. But it was muffled by Rafe’s hand placed over your mouth. He breathed heavily in your ear after pulling you to a stop and forcing you into his arms. He held you tightly as you screamed into his hand and thrashed around in his arms, but you were no match for him. Especially when Rafe’s eyes became hooded with darkness and his features would flood with malice. He was practically feral…
“I’ve got you now, my little flower.”
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