i went. insane. LOOK. i know a lot of people realllyyyy wanted crowley to be the wedding dress designer LOOK I KNOW AND ITS OK u can make ur own au i promise but in MY WORLD. you need to understand me.
crowley owning a vineyard is personal to me. he is THE snake in the garden of eden, tempting is his JOB ok. he makes wines aziraphale indulges in, aziraphale designs dresses with crowley in mind. do you hear me. are you listening to me. i have everything from the second they meet mapped out OK i know what im talking about. listen to my delusions, boy.
So obsessed with Price's hairy torso right now that it's down right unwell.
John Price x Male! Reader
18+ Minors DNI!
Maybe on an off day or lazy day where he gets to rest and you've been waiting for a day like this to come for a while because now he's sitting on his bed dressed only in his boxers and you've been standing there awkwardly waiting for him to get comfortable settling down on his bed, and when he finally gets comfortable he waves you over, a silent permission for you to just lay yourself on him like some kind of human blanket, burying into his hairy chest feeling the hairs tickle your face as you settle on him. You can even feel John resting a book on top of you for him to read.
Colder days where you just want to snuggle into his soft hairs and his plush body but you both know that you both won't survive cuddling with only the blanket covering you due to the temperature and it results in you climbing inside the shirt he's wearing, forcibly stretching them out just so you could rest the top of your head against his ribs.
It causes Price to buy more shirts to replace the ones you've stretched out, and to buy a loser fitting sweater so you could fit your whole upper body between the sweater's fabric and his body. If he bought an even more oversized one you could probably pop your head out of the collar. (Omg imagine humping, frotting against him like that weird position but the closeness intrigues me)
Imagine rubbing your dick between his pecs, coating the hair with your cum as you cum on his chest. He didn't even have to squeeze his tits together, you were just happy to rub against those coarse hairs of his. Licking up your own cum from his chest hair and wherever it splattered on to, taking your sweet time with replacing the cum with your own spit, making Price whine as you suckle on his pretty nipples as if you were starving.
Then finally coming up to kiss Price, him tasting you on your tongue, how filthy it is making him moan into the kiss as his dick twitches once more.