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drewsbebe · 13 hours

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drewsbebe · 3 days

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now spinning: no pole by don toliver

dealer!rafe sometimes has to go to seedy little places like this one to finalize deals. figures he might as well enjoy himself as long as he’s here—that’s the first time he meets you. everything about you screams to him—your enticing smile and the glossy lips that hold it, soft skin and long legs in glittery heels, the angelic white outfit you dance in and the tattoo on your lower back he can make out while you twirl on stage, something with wings.

he comes to find out his own little slice of heaven can be found in this club, and you, his favorite dancer, are entirely responsible for it. the guys that frequent this place are anything but alluring, so someone as handsome and charming as the man who’s eye you’ve recently caught sticks out like a sore thumb. the first time had been a coincidence—the girl who was going on stage had to run home since her babysitter bailed, and you’d taken her spot to cover. you guess it’s fate, since that was the first time you’d met rafe, noticing fixated blue eyes following you during your set and even after you’d walked off-stage.

he’d requested a private dance the second you were out of his sight. barry and some of the others he’d come with had laughed, but rafe didn’t care. he knew that he had to get to know you. the girl organizing the dancers understands he’s asking for you immediately.

“that’s angel-” angel. what a fitting name—stage name, at least. “-but i’m sorry, her next private is already booked-” she shuts up when rafe presses a huge wad of cash into her palm. “i’ll go get her for you.”

“how’d you know to ask for me?” you question, leading rafe by his hand to the curtained rooms in the back. “you came late. you missed my intro.”

“jus’ asked for the one who looks like an angel.” even through your prettily painted face, you flush, and he notices. leading him in, you watch while he takes a seat, staring up at your face instead of at your body like most do. settling comfortably into his lap, you rake your white acrylic nails across his chest.

“bet you say that to all the girls.”

“nah, kid. never cared enough. until now.” you look down at him, big sincere eyes and long fluttery lashes blinking quickly. you’re better than this, were trained better than this, but it’s hard when he’s being so nice.

“well, i hope you like it,” you say sweetly, starting the show. you pull out all the stops, make it memorable. rafe’s nice—he actually talks to you, making conversation and even making you laugh. you bite your lip when it’s over, looking at how hard he is. if you knew even a little less better, you’d let him take you home.

he comes back, of course. one little taste of heaven isn’t nearly enough. he becomes a regular, even, the best kind—big tips, even when your set is a little subpar, asking for you specifically, lavishing you in compliments. the other girls warn you—tell you he comes in with some drug high-rollers, dangerous men. but your rafe can’t possibly be anything but nice to you, even when you notice the gun tucked into his waistband, some of the twenty-dollar bills covered in blood.

you like the attention, and you love that you’re finally comfortable, buying new outfits and shoes that you think he’ll enjoy. it’s a twisted sort of relationship—and you pray he doesn’t have someone else at home. but the night he finally decides he’s had enough, you learn just what rafe’s really like.

you were sniffling, teary-eyed, and though he hasn’t known you long, he knows you’ve got tough skin, the little he knows about your life had proven that much at least. rafe stops you before you can even take him to the back, holding you in place by your waist and bringing a hand to your cheek to wipe away your tears. you flinch, and then he gets a closer look—the mark of a red slap on your cheek.

“who did this? huh?”

“n-no one. i fell.”

“bull shit. tell me now.” it takes a while, but you spill the whole story in between sobs—your creepy landlord who found out you work here, not accepting the cash you worked so hard for and wanting your body in exchange. the fact that you were scared to go home, ashamed of what you did and feeling like you deserved it since you chose this life, it was enough to tip him over the edge.

it’s no wonder you end up in the passenger seat of his big, shiny truck, wearing a hoodie he’d grabbed from the back seat. it smelled like him, comforting you while he drove to your apartment complex. you thought rafe was gonna drop you off, maybe that the sight of him would be enough to scare your landlord away, but instead he gets out and locks the door behind him. he doesn’t even talk to you, just glances back. he walks towards your landlord’s door, taking the gun out from behind his shirt.

you watch with big eyes, and though you don’t know exactly what happened, it’s easy enough to figure out. rafe gets back in with bloody fists.

“you need anything from your place?” you do—makeup remover and the heating pad for your feet, a scalding hot shower and the half-eaten tub of ice cream in your freezer, but you shake your head no. “good. y’coming home with me until i know that creep’s gone for good."

he likes the way you look at him—appreciative. it’s been a long time since anyone’s looked at him that way, and rafe can’t say that he’s ever liked it more. back at his place, you get your shower, scrubbing everything and using rafe’s soap and shampoo. when you get out, dressed just in his shirt and boxers with your fresh face, he thinks you’ve never looked prettier than now.

it’s no surprise that you end up riding rafe in his bedroom, the two of you moaning low and quiet. it’s like one of the dances, but so much more intimate and real, the way he touches you like you’re his and the fact that there’s no one else around. it’s only like that for a minute—rafe flips the two of you over quickly, pounding into you with your legs on his shoulders. he likes it this way—wants to take care of you, make it easy for him.

“jus’ lay back and take it, baby, good girl-” you cum for the first time that night when he says that. it goes on for hours, all the pent up emotions and sexual tension finally releasing. when he wakes up, the sun is pouring in and over you, casting a glow on your body.

“made it to heaven. m’wakin’ up next to an angel.”

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drewsbebe · 4 days

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still not over this

and how about reader taking care of sick rafe 🥹

𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

Rafe sniffled loudly, his voice a hoarse whine. "I'm not sick, I swear."

You rolled your eyes, handing him a tissue. "Sure, Rafe. Just like last time when you couldn't get out of bed for a week."

He pouted, but didn't argue further, secretly enjoying the attention. "But, uh, could you maybe fluff my pillows again?"

You chuckled, indulging his request. "You're such a baby when you're sick."

"Yeah, well, being babied isn't so bad," Rafe admitted sheepishly, sinking deeper into the covers.

#i love him

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drewsbebe · 4 days

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@princessbrunette @drewsbebe @donatellawritings @spideyhexx @darby-rowe @outerbankspov

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drewsbebe · 5 days

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drewsbebe · 5 days

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the asks of eight [8] people you adore! absolutely no pressure, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside & out, 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜. ♡

I absolutely adore you