(I play your crush, you play mine)
(This is for all of my freckled brothers/sisters/peeps! Even if you have a couple freckles, enjoy your freckles! Because I think people with freckles are fûcking adorable and hot. So, love them! It makes you unique! :3)

Scenario 1 (Smut):
You have freckles all over your body. On your arms, your neck, your face, your legs, your stomach, your thighs, your hips, your chest, and many other places. You hated these freckles because of that damn myth about freckles being souls that you had stolen (For a freckled girl like me, I LOATH that myth!). Everyone thought it was cute, you looked so nice, you wouldn't be your without your freckles. Well, you hated them so damn much and you had no idea why people found them cute. All you knew was that your boyfriend loved your freckles but you never told him you hated them. Till today, he had called you and your freckles cute again and you finally snapped. "God! Stop calling them cute! They're not cute! They're stupid and I hate them!" You told him, clenching your fists. He stared at you in shock before smiling and hugging you. "Oh (N/N)... They're not stupid, they make you look cute. I love your freckles." He said, kissing the freckles on your forehead. "Every." He kissed the freckles on your cheeks. "Single." He kissed the freckles on your nose. "One of them." He finished as he kissed the freckles on your neck, causing you to tense up. "(Crush), d-don't day that.... They're stupid and there is no way you can convince me otherwise!" You told him, blushing brightly. He shrugged slightly as he drew shapes in your bare legs. "I'm sure I can convince you." He told you, kissing the freckles on your neck again. "Even if I have to kiss all of your freckles." He told you as he kissed your neck, drawing shapes on your thighs. Continue...
(Can be reversed)

Scenario 2 (Fluff):
You have freckles all over your body. On your arms, your neck, your face, your legs, your stomach, your thighs, your hips, your chest, and many other places. You hated these freckles because of that damn myth about freckles being souls that you had stolen (For a freckled girl like me, I LOATH that myth!). Everyone thought it was cute, you looked so nice, you wouldn't be your without your freckles. Well, you hated them so damn much and you had no idea why people found them cute. All you knew was that your boyfriend loved your freckles but you never told him you hated them. Till today, he had called you and your freckles cute again and you finally snapped. "God! Stop calling them cute! They're not cute! They're stupid and I hate them!" You told him, clenching your fists. He stared at you in shock before smiling and pulling you over to him. "They're not stupid! I think they're cute because I can draw shapes in them." He grabbed a washable marker and started drawing shapes in the freckles on your arms. You blushed softly as he drew the shapes. "See? I can make the Big Dipper, a dog, a crown, a cloud, a snake, a star, and other things too." He told you, drawing the shapes in your arms. Continue....
(Can be reversed)