somewhere out there, euphoria s3 has hurt a teenage girl's heart so bad that they'll make a better euphoria out of spite. She's out there writing a fanfiction or she's making her ocs, maybe even with a friend cowriting their little world building with each other's ocs, drawing their little designs n shit and one day she'll make it into the industry to make this show. She's out there.
✎ᝰ ∿ there was never anything wrong with growing a crush on someone you can’t obtain. unless that someone is your roommate’s coworker turned roommate, unfortunately the case for rue bennett.┊word count: 3K (longest fic to date :O )
♡⃕ ∿ rue bennet x camgirl!reader (black reader intended. but anyone is free to read !)
♡⃕ ∿ genre + warnings: smut — porn with plot. rue is slightly a pervert ?? she just has a really big crush on you, don’t mind her; scissoring, cunnilingus, light bondage, oral ( f!receiving ), #wlw, fingering, ruemaddy content, reader has nipple piercings, hyper-feminine!reader, camgirl!maddy, mentions of toys (nothing descriptive !), f!masturbation, dom!maddy agenda !!!, lotssss of kissing. lemme know if i miss anything !!
♡⃕ ∿ a/n: this was about to be one long ass fic but I lowkey already am tired from how long this is. so a part two will be on the way 🤓☝🏾
Rue was never one to be ashamed or disgusted by what she watched, more so stumbled upon. It was natural; it was common amongst people around her, especially at her age, to watch adult content. She didn’t have the afterthought of feeling scarred by her mind being intrigued by how women please themselves, especially each other.
She found herself bewitched watching women tease each other, talk to one another in a language that made the lower half of her abdomen flutter. As the women moved around each other and explored one another just by hands, Rue would soon copy that exact move. Ever so often, she would release all of her tension in her body and release it into an orgasm, a sort of altered state that Rue was familiar with but had no desire to go after. She just wanted to watch.
She had a set routine; anything she would choose to watch, she lay in her bed for a moment, watching women preparing for a moment of vulnerability, a moment of fusion as one pulls the other on top, letting them find arousal as they move against one another. Bits of moans and hisses, clashing of lips as the women chased each other’s high.
A high that Rue would want to feel with another woman, a moment of vulnerability that the two women on her screen shared, she would want to enclose herself in.
Again, Rue would never find herself repulsed after watching women using each other as pleasers to their desire.
It helps that she had found herself more at ease with adult content after having her roommate, Maddy, confide in her about partaking in and working in this industry. She would come to Rue whenever she had a bad day filming or when she felt in a rut about what to film next.
The majority of the time, Maddy would be in another location to film her content, out of respect for her roommate. But Rue has explained that she didn’t mind if she filmed in their shared apartment. Absolutely not because she doesn’t wish to see Maddy at her greatest level of arousal, no no, definitely not that.
Rue only informed Maddy that she didn’t mind Maddy filming in her room, or anywhere in the apartment, so she can be comfortable and not have to go around Rue's schedule. Again, not because she wished to be inches away, hell centimeters away, from hearing the alluring sound of Maddy in pleasure, in a state of bliss mixed with moans that sounded oh so sweet. Rue knew better than to have those thoughts about her roommate.
Anytime the idea of Maddy in her cute set of lingerie, helping herself to her own orgasm, lingered in Rue’s mind, she would find every way to push it to the back of her mind. Finding different content to watch that would pull away the gnawing curiosity of how Maddy looked when she was filming something, or doing a livestream at that.
And that curiosity did not wither away after looking up Maddy’s handle, but instead grew to an instant infatuation when she found a video of you and Maddy on the thumbnail.
Pink lighting dimmed, pastel bedding that held up you and Maddy as she sat on top with her lips attached to your sternum. From the angle, it looked like you were tied up by fabric that complemented your glistening skin; warm pink colored thick ribbon with crème undertones and black dots. Your hair is styled in a way that presents how you go about your demeanor, your style. As well as accessorized with the same polka dot fabric that was restricting you from touching Maddy as you pleased.
A voice in Rue told her to leave that video alone and look for something else, but she couldn’t pull herself away from looking at the thumbnail. Your beauty entranced her, aroused her, brought her to a thought, a thought that became a rapid feeling of want, need, an open space in her heart that she didn’t realize was there, and a fluttering feeling that coursed her whole body. From her brain sparking her nervous system to all of her sensitive spots increasing in temperature.
The effects of seeing you in the thumbnail led Rue to play the video, after she tried to force herself not to. Knowing it was wrong, to her it felt wrong to watch her roommate become intimate with another woman like you. But damn- she couldn’t ignore someone as beautiful as you tied into a position that she would want you in. To have you restricted, to get you to whine her name while she messily nudges your needy pussy with just her fingertips. She wonders how long she can tease you, how long you would keep writhing for her touch until you give up?
As the video began, you and Maddy role played into your scene of being on a first date. It was cute; it was filmed at a small boutique not too far from where her apartment was located. However, it didn’t take long for the heavy flirting, the tension, angles cutting from Maddy's sensual touches on your wrist, trailing down to your acrylic nails.
“Only watch Rue; you’re only watching five minutes, and you’re done.” Her mind told one thing, but her body spoke to her, and it doesn’t help that her attraction to you spoke even louder. She can’t leave her body alone after every place she touched herself; it felt hot, like a fire spreading through her nerves, but she couldn’t turn away. She sucked in air as she didn’t realize she was barely letting out breaths.
“Fuck fuck, I need to turn this off. I can’t do this to myself-” Even at low volume, sounds of kissing pulled Rue back from her thoughts. Pupils of her brown eyes dilating as she watches you and Maddy kiss each other in the backseat of a sports car. Maddy’s hands find themselves gripping onto each side of your hips, keeping you still as you try to move closer.
She laughs, laughs at your pitiful attempt to move your thighs closer to her. She laughs at how desperate she can feel, your hands wanting to wander to her inner thighs. You tried to communicate through your sounds, letting out pleas to the fair-skinned woman in front of you, without actually saying, “Please.” Whimpers, gasps, tiny moans that you beg for Maddy to give into, but she doesn’t. Instead, she strokes the side of your cheek and gives a cunning smile at your desperation, plastered all over your pouting face.
Fuck, Rue wishes she was in the middle of this, even if her only role was to record Maddy treating you like a toy for herself, her own desires to be fulfilled.
Too busy paying attention to your full set of lips kissing Maddy that she didn’t even realize one hand had traveled down past the waistband of her boxers and onto her pussy, leaking out to the point where just one touch sounded awfully lewd. Her other hand lay still on her chest, one of her nails circling her hardened nipple.
Her brown eyes, slightly baggy, blink as your moans increase in pitch further along the video. Your cute pair of lips latch onto Maddy’s as she continues to edge you.
Rue wishes she was there. She wishes she had come with Maddy to meet you when this video was being made, but Maddy has her limits when it comes to work. She also didn’t want Rue to get accidentally involved, even if she came as emotional support.
Rue continued to watch the art of you and Maddy’s physical chemistry, continuing to find herself dreaming of you below her; eyes blown out and glossy, pouted lips that shape themselves as she pushes herself to make you cum. Nothing she desires more than to help you find the tip of your arousal and watch you come back down from it.
But she doesn’t know too much about you; only Maddy would know how to care for you, how to tease you, what words to speak to you to get you under her. Rue would need Maddy’s guidance, her observation, her praise, and her correction so you’re cared for.
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Sun shining through the window; the brightness of it showed that it was midday.
Rue lay in her slumber, light snores, her curls laid all around her. Dreaming of stripping you off piece by piece, slowly, as she focused on kissing you all around.
Too deep into her fantasies, she hadn’t noticed Maddy consistently knocking at her door. Well, until she opened it herself and shook Rue awake. Her breakfast was getting cold, and Maddy was getting antsy about the news she had to tell Rue.
“Rue. Rue, wake the fuck up.” Maddy shook her again, and Rue stayed as she was when she walked in.
Maddy tried again, called her name louder, close to a mother’s calling, and that made Rue jump in her sleep. She was spooked, thinking that her mom came into her dream and immediately woke up.
She turned to see Maddy sitting on the edge of her bed, waiting for her to get up.
“Fucking finally,” Maddy mumbled. “There’s breakfast on the stove, and I have to talk to you about something.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.” Rue mumbled, taken as a mumble; the rest became incoherent as she fell back on her bed. On her way to drift back to sleep, but Maddy was not having it; she needed Rue to be up and have this urgent conversation with her.
“Rueee come onnn. I need you up or I will deadass throw your food away. I already worked too hard on it, and we have a visitor on the way. So get the fuck up.”
“A visitor? What visitor?” Rue asked with confusion in her tone. She pushed herself up by her elbows and blinked, wiping her eyes to see Maddy in her silk sleep set; lace on the neckline and at the end seam of the shorts.
“I’ll explain during breakfast. Hurry up and put on something decent before she gets here.”
She? A visitor? How important was this to Maddy? Didn’t matter; if it was important to Maddy, it may as well become important to Rue, even if it is something completely outside of her realm.
Removing herself from her bed, she moved onto the bathroom connected with her room to get ready for the day. Whoever was coming must’ve had great importance to Maddy; she may as well put more effort into her looks for the day.
In the bathroom, Rue took all the time to let her thoughts drift into the thoughts of you, again. She couldn’t be reeled away from how you made her feel; how you made her mind fall into a state of fixation; fixated on your sounds; the way your body moves, twitches, grasps as your orgasm is strung closer to you; how your pretty brown pussy complements the pink skin that had Rue twitch.
After one video of you and Maddy, she gave in to this fixation and continued to watch the rest of your content. Nothing could peel her away from watching your face contort as you came onto another woman’s face, or the way your thighs twitched as you used your favorite toy on yourself. Could Rue do that with you? Have you twitching and your body jerk when she pulls you away, right at the peak of your orgasm.
The thought of you continued to plague Rue’s mind more, blooming into that infatuation that pulled her to watch you the first time. Only thirty minutes of a video performing such sensuous acts with another woman led to Rue exploring herself again. Splatters of the water hitting her tan skin, aiding in the rise of peculiar, lush feelings that her body converted to.
Figments of Rue’s imagination about you bringing her to touch her clit with delicacy, as if it was fragile. She imagines that it was your clit, throbbing only slightly as she kisses you; shared kisses, becoming heavy and intense as time passes.
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As Rue stepped out of her room and into the shared living room space, she called out for Maddy, “Yo Maddy, what’s this you have to tell me about and who is com- shit, umm, hi.”
Taken aback, Rue wouldn’t have guessed who was sitting alongside Maddy at the dining table. She felt her chest cave as she awkwardly waved to the visitor.
The familiar tone of voice that reminded her of honey, tattoos that she recognized and looked even more beautiful in real life, and the face- that angelic face that Rue couldn’t even bring herself to stop thinking about.
“Hi Rue Rue! Finally you’re joining us; you took longer than usual.” Maddy cheerfully waved at her and pulled out a chair for Rue to sit at, directly across from you. “Rue, this is y/n, a really great friend and coworker of mine, and now our new roommate, only just for a little bit though.”
“Wait, new roommate? Maddy, why didn’t you tell me anything?”
You answered for Maddy, “It was my doing; I’m sorry. My roommate and I got into a huge argument, which led to her not paying her half for rent for the past few months, and I’ve been kinda struggling to pay that and other bills on my own. On top of that, our apartment is old, and we ended up with a water leak that fucked up my bedroom and bathroom. So I asked Maddy if I can stay here for a little bit until I can get back up on my feet and repairs are done.”
“She asked me yesterday after work, and of course I would help my girl out. You’re cool with this, right?”
Unfortunately for Rue, as you were explaining your situation, she stared into space and couldn’t stop noticing your lacey, brown panties that poked through your low-rise I Am Gia sweatpants, and your rib tattoo that was barely covered by your white baby tee. Adding on that the fragrance wrapping around your soft presence made Rue’s brain fog up again, going back to ideas she conceived while she was in the shower.
The notes of your perfume consumed her mind and added to a mental list- “Oh fuck, what was Maddy talking about again?”
Rue answered late after Maddy called her name, twice at that, “Oh yeah yeah, that’s fine. Wish you told me earlier, but yeah, make yourself comfortable.”
Maddy hugged you, and you squealed, hugging her back, “Oh my gosh, thank you thank you so much for letting me stay. I promise not to fuck up your home.”
Maddy clapped and smiled brightly at your excitement, “Bitch that means we can make more content together! We’re going shopping and getting you a whole new wardrobe after we get your stuff out of the car.”
She turned to Rue and asked the curly-haired woman if she wanted to join in your endeavors. Rue declined; Maddy raised an eyebrow at her, ‘cause Rue isn’t usually one to decline a shopping day with Maddy. She asked Rue again to be sure, and her answer didn’t change. But Rue did mention that she’ll help you get your bags out of the car.
Once you were out of earshot, as the three of you were heading to your car to unload your stuff, Maddy pulled Rue back. She had to question Rue declining, especially cause she wanted you and Rue to get along well. Her declining would just push back on a potential friendship that Maddy had already set out to seek.
“Look, Rue, sorry that I didn’t tell you about her staying over, but seriously, can you please come with us? Wait- is Jules coming over? Is that why you’re not going?”
“Nah nah, we’re over. That’s over, and honestly, I like it like that. I just don’t wanna insert myself where I don’t necessarily need to be.” Rue shrugged her shoulders.
Maddy scoffed and raised her eyebrow, along with placing her hands on her hips. “And what do you mean by ‘necessarily,’ Rue?” Maddy's enunciation of Rue’s name was a sign that Rue knew not to take lightly. It was either have a fuming, coldhearted Maddy for about two weeks or give in and suppress her feelings for you until you move back into your apartment.
Cold feet hit Rue, immediately taking back her response, “I- Uh- I didn’t mean necessarily. I meant-”
Maddy rolled her eyes and started walking back to the apartment. “Rue, get my keys and come on, you’re going.” She paused in her steps, walking back towards Rue. “You’re not messing this up for me, got it? Don’t fuck this up and don’t fuck her up.” She paused and sized Rue, “Change your clothes and fix up your hair; I want you to look good…for y/n.”
“Don’t fuck her up- Maddy, what are you talking about?”
Instead of answering her roommate, Maddy smiled slyly at her and walked over to where you were. Her slick smile transformed into something softer as she exclaimed how excited she was for you to live with her, even if it was for a short period of time.
Meanwhile, Rue stood in the doorway, confused, and wondered why her going on this shopping spree was so important to Maddy. Sure, Rue doesn’t mind tagging along with Maddy for her timely consumed shopping sprees and helping her pick out new pieces to post on all her socials; she’s always down to hang out with one of her closest friends.
It just so happens that this friend has a friend that Rue can’t stop replaying the moments you were stripped to nothing but bare.
Her brain began to fog again as she looked over in your direction; you smiled at her. Your smile made Rue feel her heartbeat quicken. She was confused about whether this infatuation was becoming love or lust.
♡⃕ hehe part one of perv!rue 😋. well not 100% but it’s okay !! she’s out, edited, and proofread by my niecey bby ( @prettysouled )😙
♡⃕ i haven’t wrote a fic this long IN YEARS. my goodness- but i wanted to set a foundation before i continue on with this pairing
♡⃕ hope you guys enjoyed !! I wasn’t lying when I said im putting out more rue content
Alamo’s story is almost poetic. He spent his whole life preparing for betrayal from women, certain that was where his pain would come from. But in the end, the thing that unraveled him was another man.
I LOVE the sibling angst trope, like yes ur the worst person in the world, true evil i hate you so much but ur mine to hate but i also cant unlove you either. I remember who u used to be. GODDDD JUST KILL MEEEE
rue's death is fucking devastating because she was finally clean she was finally getting her life sorta back together. she didn't overdose she didn't die the way everyone thought she would. she was about to prove that she was back on track she was ready to start over and she wanted to redeem herself so bad
