#thats the sound of me pelting a brick at you with my wind

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Fiyaaa!!

SMACK

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Ghost with a reader that has freckles in her cheeks, nose, slightly in her arms and back and a few in her neck.

Like imagine him, on a cozy night, kissing them🥺

Ahh, thats adorable. I'll do my best <3

Pairings: Simon Riley X Reader Warnings: Pure tooth rotting fluff, Soft!Simon, allusions of sex but not described. Fade to black. Word Count: 1045 A/N: okay sorru but it got a little steamy... I couldnt help it. But i didnt write the actual smut, which might just a crime itself but assddfghjkl.

The wind howled loudly against the windows of your small house, the latches shaking, rain pelting the roof. It was a nasty storm, it had knocked the power out a few hours ago, you and Simon aren't bothered by it though. You were prepared for this kind of thing, you knew what you were getting into when you bought the small house in the countryside. 

It wasn't uncommon to get storms like this. You wouldn't truly live in the English countryside if you didn't get rain and wind like this a few times during the spring. Simon had insisted that you buy a house out of the city, having been there most of his adult life, living on the base. He needed a change, some fresh air that wasn't in the middle of war zones. So when you found the small two story house on a large plot of land, you jumped on it. You put in your offer, not expecting to get it, but you did. Now as you cuddle up next to Simon listening to the howling wind, you find it peaceful.

You lay with your head on Simon's chest, the fire casting a soft orange glow around your second floor bedroom. Simon had insisted on uncovering the fireplaces around the house after finding that the previous owner had boarded them up. He spent hours with Soap, Gaz and Price, breaking through the bricks and sheetrock that had been layered in front of them. When you asked him if it was really worth all the trouble. He insisted that something about using a fireplace to warm the house was cost efficient. It was easier to build a fire than drive the 40 minutes into the city to get petrol for the generator. Since then there has been a fire going in at least one of the fireplaces every night, despite having power.

His hands skim along your sides, his brown eyes studying your face. Your cheeks burn at his intense gaze, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you look at him. 

“What?” You whisper as Simon/s hand comes up, his fingers ghosting along your cheekbone. 

“You have so many freckles.. It reminds me of the stars.. Like constellations,” he smiles, as you look up at him.

“I never liked them,” you mumble, casting your eyes down. Your fingers trace one of the raised silvery scars on his chest. The skin is raised and puckered, a reminder of how often he’s come close to death. You loved them and hated them at the same time. They made Simon who he is, but they made your heart hurt. The thought of losing him, for him to go out one day and not come back makes your chest physically hurt. 

“I think they’re beautiful” Simon whispers as his finger comes up under your chin, tipping your face up to him. He rests his forehead against your, both of your eyes closed as he breathes you in. His minty breath fanning across your face, a blush on your cheeks. For a few moments you just sit enjoying the quiet of the house. The sounds of the fire crackling and popping in the fireplace.

“I got teased as a child for them..” You whisper after a moment, breaking the silence. 

Simon pulls back slightly to see you better, his brows knit together as he looks at you, “kids are mean,” he grunts. 

“I know they are… but it still hurt my feelings, so sometimes I'm self conscious of them,” you mumble. Your eyes cast down as you stare down at the fleece blanket that covers you and Simon. 

Simon's hand comes to cup the side of your neck, his thumb tipping your face up and to the side. Your eyes widen as he leans in, his lips ghosting across the side of your neck. He presses small kisses to the freckles that are splashed across your skin. His warm breath causes goosebumps to spread along your skin. A shiver runs down your spine as he follows them up to your cheeks, his lips brushing over the ridge of your nose. Your eyes flutter shut as continues his gentle assault. 

“Simon..” you whisper, but he cuts you off with his lips on yours. 

“Shh, Love, let me show how much I love your freckles,” he whispers huskily. His lips brushing back down your cheek to your neck. This time he softly nips at the skin there, pausing when he gets to your shoulder. His hands come to circle your waist as he flips you onto your stomach. Your bare front pressing into the mattress as he climbs over you, His knees on either side of your hips. His fingers massaging the soft flesh of your hips. A small smile plays on his lips as he looks down at you. Your naked back to him, the muscles there flexing as he trails a finger down the curve of your spine. “God you;re exquisite,” he breathes.

He leans down, his body covering you as he whispers in your ear, “you’re such a beautiful woman.” His voice is thick with lust as he begins to pepper kisses down the side of your neck, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses. His tongue flicks out every once in a while earning a small gasp, from you as he continues to make his way down your back to the dip of your hips. 

“Absolutely ravishing,” he mumbles against your warm skin. A smile on his face as he listens to the soft moans and pleas that fall from your lips. “What was that Darling? Didn't I get enough earlier?”

“Simon…” You pant, pressing your face into the soft mattress as he trails his tongue up your spine before he nips softly at the base of your neck where it meets your shoulder. A low groan passes through Simon's parted lips as he takes in your flushed skin, and the way you pressed up into him.

“Never think your freckles make you anything but beautiful, Love. But..” he pauses his lips, ghosting the shell of your ear. “If you ever need a reminder, I will always be happy to show you just how much I love them.”