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A/N: Not much to say, just hopin all of ya are having a good day!

Summary: Weight comfort from our favorite Ghosty boy. Established relationship when domestic Simon comes home to see you feeling bad and helps you feel better.

Warnings: Swearing, Self-doubt, Bad self-image, Light illusions to sex (ONE mention of face riding)

Word Count: 1.1K

You were deep in your mind, you had just caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and it sent you down a small spiral. What you thought you saw wasn't pretty. The mirror pointed out all of the things that made you hate yourself. You hated your weight, I mean your legs were crazy fucking strong, but that was all you felt you had.

"Why can't I just be skinny like all the other women" you thought out loud to yourself.

You felt like everything you did just backfired, you were eating the way you were told to and getting plenty of exercise, but it never changed anything. The reflection of a mirror was just showing you everything you hated about yourself.

The tears started to well up, but none fell over the edge, you had to pull yourself together. It was almost time for Simon to get back to your shared room, and you wanted too strong for him. So, forcing yourself to look back at the mirror you checked to make sure you looked presentable.

Speaking of the devil, there he was, and nothing slipped past him. He could immediately tell that something was off. You met his eyes, and he practically read your mind. Figuring it was about how you looked, he asked anyway.

"What's wrong Princess?"

"It's impossible to get a single thing past your amazingly stupid senses" you muttered.

"That doesn't answer my question Love" Simon said, closing the door behind him as he took a few more steps into the room.

"It's nothing, just hate mirrors right now."

"Did you not like what you saw in the reflection?"

"No, but it's so ridiculous that I can do the same work as everyone, hell I even eat the same, but they are still skinny and I'm just . . . I mean look at me Simon, I am not as good looking as they are" you let out, it hurt, but you thought he deserved better than you just because of the way you look.

"Hey, nothing is wrong with you, and who cares what they look like, I sure as hell don't care, I like you just the way you are, you my perfect girl."

"You really don't think me being heavier is something to be . . . I don't know ashamed of?" you asked sheepishly.

"Fuck no, you my thick queen, your curves make you stand out, and look way better than any of those skinny wenches. When you dress up, I swear your curves drive me feral."

At this point Simon was close, staring you down in a way that made you sort of accept his opinions on your curves. Giving him a small smile you joked,

"I mean I can agree that my ass can drop men to their knees"

"Can confirm that one Love" he said, most likely smiling under his mask.

"Thank you Simon, I really appreciate it"

"For you my Queen, anything." He said firmly, before running his hand through your hair lovingly.

"Would anything, include a kiss before you go and clean up?" you questioned, with a small smile.

"It would"

Taking his mask off in a flash, he moved to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist. You were pleasantly shocked before kissing Simon. He was passionate but he was holding back a bit. You were the first to pull back, staring into his eyes telling him you loved him without saying a word.

"I'll let you go wash up," you said, jumping down from his strong grip.

"I'll be back in 20" he responded, giving your ass a light tap before escaping to the bathroom.

Then you were alone again, but the thoughts didn't bother you as much. You had Simon, and that wasn't going to change. So instead of spiraling into a bad mood you pulled out your phone and pulled up a silly game. It distracted you until Simon was done and walking out of the bathroom.

"Still in that pretty little head of yours?" Simon asked.

"Nope, you fixed me for a while." you responded.

"Eventually I'll make sure you won't ever forget how much I adore your curves."

"What exactly are you planning in that devious mind of yours?"

"Oh Love, trust me I have plenty of plans for you, but I have a funny feeling a little massage might be nice for you."

"Mmmm, you know me too well Simon."

"I bet you're probably too tired to sit on my face anyway" he said with a devilish grin.

"Hey" you slapped his arm "I know that is your attempt to get what you want but I'm not taking that challenge."

"mhmmm"

"Tonight" you said, giving him a cheeky grin back.

"Sooooo, tomorrow?" he asked.

"Sure Si, but only if I feel that massage you promised."

"I'm on it Love."

Sharing a short laugh, Simon crawled on top of you, straddling your legs. Giving him the perfect vantage point. Ever so gently you felt his massive hands slide your shirt up your back. immediately he got to work, kneading the meat of your shoulders and back. Holy fuck did it feel good, the same hands that could kill with ease were carefully working out the knots in your back. Every so often a moan would fall from your lips, it wasn't on purpose, but you could feel Simon reacting above you.

He carried on for a little while longer before giving you two short taps on your back before laying down next to you. Immediately he was pulling you into a spooning position.

"Thank you Simon"

"Anytime Love"

The cuddling continued and slowly you felt his hand moving over your stomach. Internally you cringed and sucked in, but Simon knew, he always knew.

"Relax, honey"

Muttering to yourself you complied, trying to push the self-doubt out of your mind. To be his good girl.

"I love you Y/N, every single part of you." Simon said, giving your tummy a small but loving squeeze.

"I love you too Simon, no matter how many scars you may bring back to me."

He only hummed in response, but that was more than enough. Exchanging I love you's with Simon was a rarity, but it always meant that much more. Slowly I felt his hand start to trace a figure eight on my belly, but this time I decided to take comfort in it, it was Simon. You knew he would never hurt you on purpose. With that sleep started to poke at the edge of your mind.