this high of you & me
Lucien Flores x F!Reader
summary: Lucien Flores is your weed dealer and you think that’s about it
warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI. dealer!Lucien AU, drug use and discussion, shotgunning, sweet giggly moments, mentions of unspecified age gap (reader’s age is not mentioned but Lucien is older) reader and Lucien under the influence but he’s still a consent king, one use of ‘good girl,’ light making out
word count: 1.4k
a/n: I wrote this in a possessed fever after that clip & I know this might not reflect his personality once the movie comes out but I just had to I’m sorry, thank you to @lowlights & @tightjeansjavi for letting me scream about this and if you decide to read this - know I’m thanking you a million times
His house is an eclectic mess.
There’s a framed photo of Gustav Klmit’s ‘The Kiss’ beside a black light poster of a tiger. His awful leather black couch screams of a bachelor refusing to grow up.
“All I have to drink is bad tap water, ginger ale, or a mini grey goose sample.” Lucien yells from his kitchen.
“Uh, the ginger ale is fine.” You answer back.
This is the first time you’ve ever been alone with him.
Normally you’ve only experienced him with your best friend and his boyfriend. They’re the ones, through a friend of a friend, who introduced you to Lucien.
That’s how he became your dealer.
Now as you try to seem busy, you scan the book shelves in his living room.
There are many things that catch your eye -
The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo, a very abstract but suggestively sexual mini sculpture of two beings entangled in a type of wave like motion, a clear quartz crystal and a cute elephant figurine.
The man known as Lucien Flores is no short close to a chaotic puff of smoke you think you’re never meant to catch.
Behind you, you hear him rearranging things on his coffee table.
“You gonna joint me, or not?”
His pun makes you snort.
On the glass coffee table sits your drink among a cluttered collection of things.
“You asked for the usual right?” He mutters preparing everything like someone out a check out counter.
“Yeah, but I can go after you give me the- ”
“No, no it’s all good.” He reassures quickly, cutting you off. “I got nothing planned and company is always nice.”
He packages up the weed in the typical baggies he uses. This time they're holographic blue, almost matching his charming but strange vibes in a strange way.
“What happened to the dragon ball z themed bags you had?” You ask jokingly.
“Ran out.” He pouts and you grin.
After separating and packing up everything, he moves to start grinding the weed. Then with a click on his remote his stereo flows to life.
Frank Ocean’s ‘Pink + White’ begins playing and illuminates the room.
Small talk comes. Lucien asks about how work is going, any new shows you’ve gotten into.
He’s charming, like a bizzare off highway tourist attraction you can’t seem to leave.
“No need to sit on the floor. Come on. Spots open right here.” Lucien grins patting the couch beside him.
“Your couch is a pain, hate how it sticks to me.” You reply with a scrunch up face.
“Maybe I want you to keep sticking to it?” He offers light and you roll your eyes.
Being a notorious flirt, you try not to fall under his sweet words spell.
You’re about to make a quip back until you see him yank out a fuzzy blanket and spread it across the couch.
“What a gentleman.” You dryly smirk and Lucien shrugs.
But you rise up to sit besides him, close but not comfortably so.
“How much extra is this gonna cost me hm?” You muse watching him pack the bowl.
“Don’t you know the old saying, pretty babes don’t pay?” Lucien remarks so effortlessly.
Your throat gets a bit dry and you’re thankful for the ginger ale wetting your lips.
The lovely glass pipe, swirled with so many unique colors like the silk button up shirts Lucien wears, is handed to you.
“You first.” Lucien grins.
He even lights it for you, a modern day chivalrous knight in his own fucked up unique way.
The first inhale is always a favorite of yours. The smoke fills you, tickles your senses. But you can’t help but cough a bit.
“That’s the good stuff, huh baby?”
The phrasing and how smug his voice purrs out is dangerous.
“It’s one of the new strands I’ve been wanting to try. S’called ‘girl scout cookie.’ Pretty sweet name huh? But kinda makes me wish I could eat some right about now, ya know.” Lucien rambles as you hand the pipe back to him.
You at least appreciate how talkative and alluring he is. Between passing the pipe back and forth to him, you’re pulled into discussions about aliens, music and then, YouTube videos.
“No,” you giggle. “You gotta see this one.”
“If it’s another sad cat video I’m gonna cry and kick you out.” He pouts and you’re overcome with the urge to lean forward and kiss the furrow in between his brows.
You can’t deny how handsome he is. Like, ridiculously so. You know he’s older but there’s a youthfulness to him that’s reassuring. Like his spirit will always stay free. But you know that also seems dangerous after hearing about the list of exes he had from your best friend’s friend.
So very cautiously you tread into this new territory, whatever it is.
You lean closer, hold your phone up and show him your favorite go to funny video.
You can’t even stop the giggles. You wanna blame the weed, but it’s so hard not to laugh even without it. You’re overcome with glee and lean against Lucien’s shoulder. His shoulders shake and you hear the most adorable twinkling giggle.
He’s laughing.
“See!” You urge. “Told you it’s funny!”
“It’s not that! It’s you! You’re making me laugh.” He wheezes out and your heart flutters.
“Then I’ll stop laughing so you can stop laughing and watch!” You reply back determined.
So pressing your lips together, you rewind the video. You and him stay silent. Or you try to. Your lips twitch so terrible wanting to break.
Then Lucien’s shoulders shake again. In seconds you’re both busting out laughing. Your poor phone is forgotten.
This time he howls with an infectious joy and you feel it in your gut, in your bones.
“You weren’t supposed to laugh!” You chide him through the giggles.
“You weren’t either!” He cackles.
You realize you’re practically draped against him, and Lucien even fully leans back into you.
The smoke, the drug, coats everything in a smokey soft haze and with the high creeping its way into your mind, a molteness seeps into you
Lucien smells so good too, clean, cozy, but also like a cologne you wish you could pinpoint.
“Thanks, it’s dolce and gabbana.” Lucien replies.
Your face ignites in flames realizing you must have spoken your thoughts out loud.
You’re about to scramble out from this mess when you peer up and find Lucien staring. His earth soil eyes, softly dusted with a rosy color, hazily watch you.
“Y’smell good too.” He mumbles back.
“Thanks, it’s my fabric softener.” You tell him.
Lucien busts out laughing, a bright firework of a thing and you once again get caught up in how wildly warm he is.
Shaking his head he shifts to grab the pipe.
But his hand slides to rest against your thigh, like it’s a small way of saying don’t move, don’t leave.
And you don’t.
“You wanna try something fun?” He offers.
“Sure.” You don’t know what you might have just agreed too.
Lucien maneuvers, slides his large warm hand to your face and your heart stops. He tilts your head towards him and his thumb softly rubs against you.
“You trust me?”
The soft lull of Frank Ocean continues playing in the background softening this world around you.
You don’t even know if this man has a middle name or not, but you know him enough, or mainly, find yourself wanting to melt more into him.
So you nod quietly.
“Good girl, just keep your mouth open.”
That line takes your breath away.
You have an idea of what’s coming, but even with that, you crumble.
Lucien inhales from the pipe, filling his mouth with smoke. In a blur he moves. It’s like you blink and he’s all around you.
His hand on your face, his body pressed up flush against you and then, his face slowly moving towards you.
With his lips open, he breathes the smoke into your waiting mouth and your eyes shut in bliss. His lips graze against yours, a tease.
You inhale on instinct. Yet your hands move on their own, possessed, to run against his warm broad chest.
Once the smoke is in your mouth and you hold it in, allowing this mixture of the smoke and him to consume you. You also don’t miss the way Lucien himself breathes out.
Then before you can close your mouth, he lets his tongue gently swipe at your top lip, a kitten-like lick.
But it’s divine.
When a soft whine escapes you, Lucien effortlessly dives in to kiss you, cradling your face and steals your breath away again.
Making out with your dealer could probably be one of the dumbest decisions ever. But he’s a unique high of his own, one making you so dizzy, but you think you don't want it to end just yet.
So you melt into this smoke and into him.
And it’s otherworldly bliss.
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Which primarch dolly would be best at taking cock? And I don’t mean fake crying from pleasure like some sex dolls have, but which butthole would be the most slick and accadanting to it’s grith and size? Or: You think like with how imperial fists are all about enduring pain, would Dorn be that type of guy to pretend sexualy as a statue while partner electroduces them and call him his huge brave little dolly?
Hmmmm, very good questions all around. First of all, I must say; I don’t think EVERY primarch would be a doll. Some of them would be dollmakers, and some of them would have no interest in dollification whatsoever.
IMO the list is as follows:
Lion: Doll, only for Sanguinius, reluctant at first but then feels how lovely it is to have his angel fuss over tying his hair back with a ribbon and call him a beautiful doll. Then he’s smitten with the concept. Gets dressed in fancy Caliban court attire and imperial dress uniform, because he’s a little figurine of a knight. Doesn’t get penetrated, but Sanguinius will jack or suck him off at the end of doll time if he behaves.
2: turns out they were a recast knockoff :/
Fulgrim: Doll OR Dollmaker. Partial to the ball jointed doll, EGL kind of look; fluffy petticoats and lace and ruffles abound, big sweet eyes, pink cheeks and lips. Will be a dollmaker for anyone curious, just to help them try it out, and is secretly holding out hope that Konrad will agree to it one day; he has such perfect pale skin, and big dark eyes, and long dark hair, he’d be the perfect doll. Fulgrim gets penetrated by his own dollmaker, easily and eagerly - his cunt is soaked by the time he’s fully dressed, he enjoys it so much, and from there it’s just a matter of pushing his petticoats up.
Perturabo: Neither, but not for lack of trying. He gets too impatient and uncomfortable to be a doll and too frustrated being a dollmaker. He’s asked Fulgrim a few times if he can have a go at him while he’s still in doll headspace though.
Jaghatai: skip I don’t know enough about him
Leman Russ: this guy’s into prey/pred and puppy play, not dolls
Dorn: Yeah kind of exactly what you said, honestly
Konrad: HE WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD DOLL I KNOW HE WOULD. Unfortunately. The everything else about him. Keep asking, Fulgrim, you’ll get him one day. Wouldn’t like penetration, but would like grinding with another doll while their maker watches.
Sanguinius: Dollmaker!! More of a masculine focus with his dolls, dressing them up like decorated generals in parade uniform or fairytale princes. Pretty enough to be a doll himself, but it feels too much like worship to him, and he doesn’t like being worshipped
Ferrus: Another dollmaker! For Fulgrim this time. He doesn’t like an awful lot of frill and decadence in his own life, but when it comes to making sure the ruffles and petticoats sit perfectly on his doll? He’ll be laser-focused on lace. Adores putting on the finishing touches; hair ornaments, jewelry, gently sliding and buckling shoes on. Having Fulgrim so malleable in his grasp just makes him bend his dolly over and fuck him full as soon as he’s dressed.
11: concept for a playline fashion doll that never got past prototyping :(
Angron: DO NOT
Roboute: Another smart-suited fairytale prince doll for Sanguinius! Doesn’t get penetrated, but adores giving oral - tell him he’s even prettier on his knees and he’ll whine
Mortarion: Stinky. Do not attempt
Magnus: He’ll try anything once! Prefers the clothing worn by the wealthy on Prospero for dolls - light, gauzy linen skirts dyed beautiful colours, jewelry dripping with precious metals and semi-precious stones, intricate sandals, maybe even a beaded net over the hair. It’s about the process, to him, not fitting the criteria of what a doll ‘should’ look like. Prefers to penetrate, regardless of if he’s doll or maker
Horus: Simply does not ‘get it’. Likes kinky sex! Just doesn’t click with this kind
Lorgar: Nah. Religion kink, maybe virginity kink, but not dollification
Vulkan: I don’t think he’d be a dollmaker, but he does strike me as the sort to want to play with a doll. Maybe he can work out an arrangement with one of the makers
Corvus: Dolly in denial. Get Corvus a pretty little gothic lolita dress and a black petticoat and cute little mary-jane style shoes and that’s it. The point of no return. Corvus would also be such a beautiful doll, with the pale skin and dark eyes and hair.
Alpharius(? Omegon??): Who. Fucking knows
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