#rue bennett euphoria

[teaaagan]

Swear

Rue: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined

Y/N: Heck

Rue: You're on thin fucking ice

Rue: Oh no-

[infernalodie]

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐩 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

“𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯“

Inspo: Simu Liu - Hot Soup

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Bennett!Male!reader

Summary: 5 years alone, still could do things on your own, but time was beginning to devour the hope...

Warnings: Character death and angst

Words: 893

The street lights breached the curtains that did very little to hide the privacy you searched for on this certain day. But it didn’t stop you from staring at the steam that blossomed and slithered through the air from your bowl of soup. Its fragrant smell warms the inside of your chest, allowing the tiniest of smiles to appear on your lips.

Cans of beer were scattered across the tiny kitchen counter. A friendly reminder that you were running out and that maybe you should just save your money. Cigarette buds were scattered around the ashtray mere inches from your soup. Black smears of ash unremovable from the veneer table top that could only seat two people.

In no way was the apartment ready for any possible visitors, but it wasn’t like anyone was coming. There weren’t many people that reached out anymore.

You knew that after high school, a lot of the people you grew up with were people that would become history. It was only the true friends that stuck around who would be the ones you stayed in contact with. But when there is nothing left and no one left, you found yourself in a constant state of loneliness. Because while others went on to pursue their dreams or get out of this shithole of a town, you were stuck in some shitty apartment building. Staring at an urn that never talked and merely collected dust on your table.

Sniffling, you tapped your finger on the table gently. “5 years.” You couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips, shaking your head. “Jesus, it doesn’t feel like that since you left.”

Maybe you were expecting a response, but when silence was met, it left this ache in your heart. That familiar tightening in your chest and burning of your nose. But you couldn’t do it. Not tonight. Not when this was for her.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you flashed a smile at the urn. “I, uh, I made the soup you tried teaching me to cook,” you stated, motioning to the bowl that was still hot. “I think after the third or so year, I decided to finally try and do it.” You laughed, running a hand over your head. “You couldn’t get me to do it when you were here, but I decided to only do it now? God, I am fucking pathetic.”

Exhaling, you took the spoon and swirled the red liquid. “You remember when you made it for me after my soccer practices?” You inquired. “You knew that I couldn’t stomach mom’s cooking, so you were willing to take time out of your day to make me something.” You smiled. “Fuck, if I knew what was happening, I might’ve been there to do something for you.”

Scooping up some of the soup, you placed it in your mouth and tasted that nostalgic flavour. A deep hum vibrates through your chest, savouring it before placing the spoon back down in the bowl. The longer you stared at the stale silver urn, the longer you felt those suppressed emotions slowly rise to the surface. “God, I fucking miss you, Rue.” That tightening of your chest strangled a sigh from your lips.

Tonight was just supposed to be about you talking to her. Or at least talk to whatever figment of your imagination that took the frame of your older sister. Because when she was still here, there wasn’t much discussing your emotions. Being the youngest in the household and growing up with three women who all had their own problems, you could very rarely put your problems onto the table. Fearful that doing so would result in you being brought into arguments that you couldn’t handle at the age of 12. Rue was abusing drugs, Gia was dealing with the fact that she was denied attention from your guys’ mother, and Leslie was trying to keep Rue alive. You had found yourself in the middle of the pack, completely forgotten on many occasions if you didn’t make your presence known to them. And you saw and experienced a lot of fucked up shit–Way too much for your age to experience.

Yet, during all of that, Rue tried to be your older sister. She tried to walk you home from school and let your ramble senselessly about how boring your day was. She would tease you about the girls you liked in class. All she wanted to do was try and be there for you.

But when she died, it left you isolated as you didn’t have a structure fitting between your mother and Gia. So, when Rue got cremated and you got to the age you could get a job and get your own place, you hadn’t thought twice to bring Rue with you.

Which left you here. Every year you spent the day she died talking to what was left of your sister. Just like how it used to be. Rambling on and on about what you were doing, how you were feeling, and all the other bullshit that you decided to put up with.

And you knew that until the day you reached your breaking point or until you died from old age, you would still have these talks with your sister. Hoping that one day, somewhere, you might be able to see her again.

[oedipushansen]

on loving your sibling, even when you hate them.

@ch-ch-ch-ch-cherrybomb / erica e. goode / ginger snaps / phillipa gregory / emma cameron / succession / belle and sebastian / krystal sutherland / euphoria / kieran culkin / sue zhao / lisa see

[bakerolivia]

RUE BENNETT EUPHORIA | 1.08 “And Salt the Earth Behind You”

[mareestoermers]

ZENDAYA at the 96th Annual Academy Awards

[mzdnigt]

[ripesinner]

born from her mother’s wrath.

russian doll (all gifs from trueloveistreacherous) / on earth we’re briefly gorgeous — ocean vuong / like mother, like daughter — frances kearny / mother — john lennon / I, tonya / shameless / piss river — kevin morby / camille preaker & rue bennett / killing eve / the witch / pearl — mitski / spellbinding photos of a mother and daughter lost in their own fantasy world — sahara borja / poplar street — chen chen / kyoto — phoebe bridgers / the unbearable lightness of being — milan kundera / ladybird, thirteen, sex education / black swan / elektra / hurt — nine inch nails

[elliesmistress]

EUPHORIA MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: 18+, heavy drug usage (cocaine, weed, alcohol, etc), oral sex (R, E, D, A, ETC), tribbing, overdoses (reader), mentions of overdoses, angst, EVERYONE WILL BE IN COLLEGE AS EUPHORIA IS SET IN HIGHSCHOOL!, mentions of self harm, Jules will be transgender (same in the show, except sex won't be with her), shoplifting, mentions of death, NATE and his family will most likely be left out of this completely and set with new characters that are less toxic, dealer!ellie (sometimes), drug deals, swearing, less abusive relationships, but still toxic, mentions of rehab, rehab (detox), death, degradation, toxic sex, rough sex, strap usage, strap sucking, mentioning of 9/11, lmk if I missed anything please!

a/n: this will be VERY similar to Euphoria, you will be RUE (Due to it being "your" story I will be writing it with 'I' as Rue talks). I just need to figure out where abby, dina, jesse, etc will fit into the story. I do know abby will be CAT very likely all the characters will be the exact same (besides from Nate and his parents) I've struggled with a few of the problems in Euphoria and I've written my own fic about MY addictions but I figured I'd do Euphoria too hehe, I will be removing the SA parts of the story because that's just something I don't want to have on my page. Please let me know if you want to be on the taglist whilst I actually have inspo to write :)

I WILL BE MAKING A EUPHRIA PLAYLIST FOR EACH CHAPTER! Part 1 is uploaded!

Taglist: @vqxen @snowy-vee

Season 1

Episode 1: Pilot Episode 2: Stuntin' Like My Daddy Episode 3: Made You Look Episode 4: Shook Ones Part II Episode 5: '03 Bonnie And Clyde Episode 6: The Next Episode Episode 7: The Trails and Tribulations Of Trying To Pee While De.... Episode 8: And Salt The Earth Behind You

Season 2

M.LIST

[jazzsonly]

ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ

pairing(s): maddy perez x fem!reader (no pronouns used.)

warning(s): angst? arguing? none technically. old fic meaning old ass writing.

summary: you can't understand why Maddy won't save your failing relationship

part two. (coming soon!)

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you were laid against fezco's couch while you, him, and rue shared a blunt. tv on, with a random movie blaring from it. you don't know, you weren't really paying attention. maddy was clouding your mind as she usually did.

you had your sixth argument alone this week. you were tired—you couldn't understand. everything was fine. you were fine—more than fine, you were happy. so was maddy or at least you thought because all she seemed to do was start an argument lately. the weirdest part: she'd get even more mad when you tried to deescalate the situation and understand her.

"i think jules is cheating on me." rue announced, blowing smoke from her nose.

"oh word?" fezco let out while I was hummed in response.

was that it? was maddy cheating on you? no. you held her too high to think of her doing that.

"she’a been hanging with elliot a lottt." rue dragged her words.

"maybe you should ask her..." you trail off.

“you know, communicate.”

"yea’ that's word. communication is key." you both turn to fezco.

"when have you been in a relationship?" rue asked the question you were both thinking.

"don’t worry about me—I know a little some." you snort, you loved fez. you knew if you needed anything he had you.

"yo, there's this weird ass old guy out back." everyone looked at ashtray who held a shotgun in his hands.

"fuck, man."

fez stood and turned to both of you, "y'all should head out."

you didn't ask any questions, standing up you made your way to the door. rue behind you as well, grumbling about how she was comfortable.

"you need a ride?" you asked the Bennett.

"nah I got a bike."

✬

maddy's house was on the way to yours so you figured why not stop by. you weren't in the mood to argue so you thought maybe you could get her relaxed and watch a movie.

you knocked on the door a totaled or three times before her mom open it,

"y/n?" she seemed oddly surprised to see you.

"hey mrs.perez, is maddy here?"

"yeah, she's in her room." she pointed to the familiar stairs, stepping aside to let you.

you followed the route upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door twice before peaking your head in. maddy on her bed, phone to her ear. her eyes met you face and she rolled her eyes before telling whoever (assumed Cassie) on the phone she'd call them later.

"hey—I was on my way home and wanted to stop by, hope you don't min—

"come here." you followed, closing the door behind you. surprisingly, she pulled you into a hug, after placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"listen, I don't wanna argu—

"were you smoking?" she questioned, sniffing your shirt that had a light scent of weed.

"yeah, just a little." you mutter already having an idea where this was going.

"you've been doing it a lot—and you've been hanging with rue."

"i’m not on that shit, maddy. just some weed and light drinking. just to relax." you huff at her accusation.

"drinking too? what? you gonna end of like my dad AND rue?" here you go.

"maddy—"

"you’re so fucking selfish." here come the insults.

“i do it because of you!" you blurt of out, voice rising.

"me? no you do because you're fucking self and only think about yourself. god—i should've known when i found you were friends with rue and fez."

you perk up, pointing your finger. “they're good people. don’t you fucking look down on them."

you weren't normally defensive but you weren't gonna let her shit talk your people.

"look, maddy, i didn't come here for this shit. so call me when you get your head on right, bro." you stood, trying to exit of the door you came in but maddy’s hand caught your wrist.

"stay."

"i just—

"we can watch a movie." she gave you doe eyes and you contemplated for a second.

if you stay you know you'd probably argue again but there's also a chance you can be civil. but that was a 75 to 35 ratio

"please, baby."

you sigh, sitting back down.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻

[trashmuth]

Do my parents love me? Do they like me? Do we share the same rage for each other? Will I ever satisfy them, make them happy as I was supposed to?

When You Finish Saving The World (2023), dir. Jesse Eissenberg / Euphoria s2x05 / the sun and her flowers by rapi kaur / Lady Bird (2017), dir. Greta Gerwig / Least Favourite Only Child - Leanna Firestone / Fleabag s2x06 / Frank Kafka’s letter to his father / Geloy Conception / “Mama” from Home Is Not A Country by Sofia Elhillo / To The Bone (2019), dir.  Marti Noxon

[myfakeplasticlove13]

Okay but have you ever tried being a girl with self destructive tendencies and no real sense of self in the month of November??? Any top tips for not actively ruining my life, myself and all the people around me in irreparable ways would be greatly appreciated!!! Asking for a friend tho

[infernalodie]

𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

“𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘐 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘛-𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘯𝘰𝘸“

Inspo: Kehlani - any given sunday

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Fem!reader

Summary: It was always either you or Rue seeking one another out on Sunday’s. Those nights could only be the best nights of Rue’s entire life.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Shameless smut. Dom!Rue, sub!reader, fingering, degradation kink, daddy kink, and the faintest hint of fluff.

Words 2138

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Rue was helplessly in love.

Not that kiddy type of love. No, the type of love that left her itching for the next moment to see you. Frequently checking her phone to see if you were on Instagram or if you had sent her a text. Hoping that even with you at work, dancing for men who only sought you out for your body, perhaps you would be thinking about her. Thinking about the way her hands would explore every inch of your body with such tenderness that it could be the safest place for you to be.

God, Rue was head over heels for you. Unable to satisfy the ache between the apex of her legs when you appeared in her mind. Images of your alluring eyes connected to hers as you were laid out perfectly on her satin sheets, displaying each beautiful curve of your figure. Letting her know that she was the only one able to get this. She was the only one able to make you feel like this.

It was truly a privilege for Rue to be able to give you this pleasure every Sunday. The way she could stand under all these tropical lights that flashed throughout the dark club, and still find you at the pole. Dancing sensually with your eyes focused on her. There was no more powerful feeling of pure lust than that. Nothing could beat the feeling of Rue knowing that you were just as eager to spend this Sunday night together. If it is sex or just smoking weed, she would be happy to spend the time with you.

You just had that natural effect over Rue. Able to leave her wanting more of either your presence or your heavenly taste on her tongue and dripping from her fingers. She wanted it all, full-time.

At first, when she first saw you at Fezco’s store, she blamed it on your joyous mood. A complete contrast to her broody and awkward nature. Jules had been a breath of fresh air, but you were a tsunami of emotions Rue hadn’t at all been prepared for. But then, when she got to know you, when she tasted your strawberry lip gloss for the first time, she blamed it on your lips. How easily they moved with hers with confidence, but the faintest bit of nerves. Hands trembling when they cupped Rue’s cheeks, pulling her incredibly closer. Blame it on the things that anyone else would think of.

But Rue there was something deeper in it. A force that had her wrapped around your pretty fingers. And she thinks what influenced her to feel such a way was your heart. The way that it beat soothingly when Rue sought out your comfort. Not sex, not emotional support, but just someone to hold her. It sounded so content in those moments of peace and lust.

Then again, Rue couldn’t box your heart into something so superficial. No, your heart held more gifts than just keeping you alive and comforting her. It drove you towards doing the best thing for yourself and the others around you. It held so much love for people you cared for that it got hard to contain it all. And sometimes, you gave more than what some people deserved, including her.

For so long, she didn’t think she was deserving of such love and comfort. You changed that completely and poured every ounce of your love into her. So, even if she didn’t like it and even if she hadn’t fallen for you, she would’ve considered you someone she could rely on. But with these feelings she was battling with, there was no hope of having a normal relationship with you.

Rue watched as your set finished, sadly, but caught sight of you making your way off stage. Trying to keep that cute little smile off your face as you made your way towards her. Not even bothered by the hungry gazes of men who’d been ecstatic from your performance.

When you finally made it over, Rue was leaning against the bar with a smirk. One that you matched, but with far more mischief cooking in that beautiful mind of yours. Your hands purposefully found their way to the hem of her pants, fingers hooking in the belt loops and softly pulling her closer with a tug.

“Hi, daddy.” Your words help far more purpose than most expected. With the soft and innocent tone, it could only be seen as an act of teasing. But Rue knew you and knew that you were just as eager for her to get started.

Licking her lips, looking you up and down withholding a growl, she connected with your eyes. “Can I get a free dance?” That made you grin, taking her hand and leading her along through the strip club. A few other dancers noticed and gave you a wink. A silent pat on the back that left you hurrying you and Rue along in a form of embarrassment. But Rue was only staring at your ass that shook with each step you took.

Moving through a long hall, rooms on either side of you guys’ are occupied with girls dancing for men. It made Rue wonder how many times people ask you to come here to dance for them.

Believe it or not, Rue didn’t much care when she found out you were a stripper. With a body like yours, she would’ve likely done the same. But she knows that it can get hard to make ends meet and this didn’t only help with that problem, but the tips could get insane and allow you to not work for weeks. So, she didn’t mind and judge you for it. But Rue did feel a bit jealous that men would’ve been able to see you in such a sensual way.

Entering a room, Rue sat in the plush leather chair in the centre of the room. The dimly purple-lit room obscured a decent amount of your body. Creating certain shadows that she wished she could get rid of. But it seemed you had the same idea with pulling the curtains to the room shut and turning towards her. Lips curved into that wicked smirk as you pulled off your bra. Showing your full breasts to Rue, who felt that all too familiar ache between her legs appears.

She leaned back in her seat, watching you palm your full breasts, head rolling back with a gentle sigh. Rue was itching to reach out for you, take your petite little body in her hands and play with you as she saw fit. But she stopped herself when she saw you bend over, pulling your pink lingerie down to your ankles where you stepped out of the loops.

A smirk was forever etched on your lips as you straddled Rue with your hands holding the back of the chair. “I missed you, daddy.” You whispered, carefully leaning down and kissing her cheek with enough affection that it made Rue momentarily forget the fact that you were naked just for her.

“I missed you too.” Rue’s hands wandered from your thighs to your ass. Squeezing the plump flesh and forcing you to roll your hips into her. Your clit brushes against the denim of her jeans causing you to inhale sharply, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. “But I also know how a slut like you always wants to be fucked. Ain’t that right, princess?”

You whimpered, nodding as you continued to roll your hips, allowing Rue to sit back and enjoy the show. Watch how your back curved with each roll and how those quiet moans fell from your beautiful lips. This is all she would ever need in life. No drug could come close to how addicting this was.

But her own self-control knew its limits and with the way you were moving, you were making it hard for her to keep her mind straight. This leads to her letting one hand wander to the space between you two, pressing two digits to your clit. Grinning widely when finding you freezing above her, body trembling.

“Oh, you’ve been waiting for this, huh?” Rue teased. “So desperate to be touched.” She dove to fingers through your folds, collecting all the arousal she could before looking at her fingers. Pulling them apart to see a thick string connecting the two digits before she took them into her mouth. You watched hungrily as Rue sucked at her fingers feverishly as if she had been dehydrated and your arousal was all that could cure it.

And you were right to think so. Rue had been wanting to taste you since the last time she saw you. All she ever wanted was you and these long breaks of seeing one another didn’t help to sedate the hunger she had for you. So, yes. You were the cure to every lustful thought Rue had in mind.

Pulling her fingers from her lips with a pop, Rue hummed. “You taste so good, baby.”

“Let me have a taste.” Your eagerness had Rue chuckling in amusement, but still gathering up more of you and allowing you to take her fingers into your mouth. The initial reaction was your eyes fluttering shut with a moan, tongue lapping at her fingers eagerly. If Rue wasn’t so lost in the way your body continued to work against her, she might’ve just allowed her fingers to push further down your throat. Listen to your pathetic gags as your body trembled above her.

When her fingers were free from your lips, Rue didn’t allow you to speak or get a breath out before her fingers were diving into your canal. Sighing when she hears you moan, hips stuttering when you try to roll back onto her fingers.

Her fingers curled and pressed harshly against your g-spot, sending you into a fit of moans as you bounced on her digits. “You’re so pretty when you look like this, Y/n,” Rue whispered. “So desperate to get off on my fingers. You’re such a dirty slut.”

The words had your walls clenching around her fingers. Moan growing louder and unbothered by the possibility of having your boss walk in on you getting fucked like this. The way Rue felt inside you and her hurtful words made you feel something you hadn’t ever felt before.

You rode those fingers with abandonment - with a purpose to impress Rue and give yourself the orgasm you rightfully deserved. After such a good night and getting tipped well, you deserved to have this moment with Rue. And you definitely deserved to finish on her beautiful fingers.

From the way she was curling her fingers and knowing where to touch your body, that orgasm was approaching far quicker than once expected. “Rue, I-I’m gonna cum.”

Rue bit her bottom lip, looking at where you took her fingers so nicely. Watching your bounce on them, seeking the finish you so desperately needed. But when you lifted up, she lifted a third finger just in time for your to slam down.

The moment the extra intrusion was made on your entrance, you cried out. The stretch is unbelievable and leaves Rue to now continue to slam her fingers into your needy cunt. Grunting occasionally with each shove of her fingers that curled far more frequently now. You were drunk off pleasure and you needed more.

“Here I was thinking you wanted to just use me for your own pleasure,” Rue hissed. “I was quite excited to let my pretty little princess do so. But I have to do everything, huh?”

Her thumb pressed against your clit, sending you into overdrive as you grabbed handfuls of her hair. Walls repeatedly clenched around her and your hips bucked to earn more stimulation to the bundle of nerves she gingerly touched. But everything felt just right that it was pushing your further and further towards the edge you needed to jump.

And that release slammed against you in full force. Lips parting and face scrunching up with a silent scream falling from your lips mutely. Rue’s languid thrusts were enough to allow you to ride the clouds for a little longer as she cupped your cheek. Connecting your lips with hers as she kissed you tenderly. Tongue clashing with yours as your body still experienced aftershocks, trembling above her as your heavy breaths passed through your nose.

When you finally relaxed, Rue pulled her fingers from your entrance and pressed the pads of her fingers to your lips. And without question, you took them into your mouth again. Sucking them and letting your tongue take every single drop of you.

“I want you to know that tonight isn’t over after this,” Rue whispered. “Not by a long shot.”

[thequietborderline]

today's mood, 06/09/2022.

[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 90. rue bennett and lexi howard - euphoria

[drinkmyblood333]

[blueribbonbaby]

Euphoria bratz crossover 😂