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meruz · 3 years

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Aforementioned long ask post please excuse me while i try to figure out tumblr's new text editor. I’ll get into the art meme questions first and then the rest at the end.

Ok first of all thank you all for sending in questions! Giving me an excuse to talk hehe. I’ll address these in number order. Here’s a link to the ask meme for reference but also I’ll restate the question for ease of reading.

1. When did you get into art?

Super cliche answer but I don’t remember a time where I WASN’T the weird art kid! I started keeping a dedicated sketchbook when I was about 12? But here’s a page from my kindergarten journal about what I want to be when I grow up.

2. What art-related sites have you ever signed up for?

LOL this is a weird question. Not sure why so many people want to know. Anyways I definitely had a dA. more than one dA account. I used to browse oekakis when I was a kid but I think I was only signed up to some small ones that internet friends owned. What else...? Mangabullet,Tegakie, Paintberri, iscribble back when that was a thing, instagram if that COUNTs, I used to post art on livejournal and dreamwidth too. Patreon, I guess. Gumroad, inprnt, bigcartel, storenvy all for selling stuff.

In terms of resources.. I have a schoolism account that I’m sharing with friends. Used to take classes on coursera for free. I signed up to textures.com for work recently haha. I can’t remember if I ever had an account on posemaniacs. Did they have accounts...? I definitely used to visit all the time.

3. Show us your oldest piece of art you have on hand.

Alright here’s me actually logging into my old deviantart account. These are from September 2008 So I was 13 years old. I don’t have a deviantart account from before then because 13 was the required age for having an account and I didn’t want to lie about my age because I wanted people to be impressed by how young yet clearly incredible at art I was LOL.

4. What defines your artistic style?

You guys are probably more equipped to answer this than me but uh... I wanna say... Focus on colors. And... a slightly heavy hand? Like confident... not always well-considered mark making HAH...

Also I think I have a pretty healthy mix of american comics/manga influences. I feel like people who are into american comics always think my art is too manga and people who are into anime/manga always think my art is too american. And I’m taking that as a good sign.

5. Do you practice other styles/have you tried other styles in the past?

I like to think I switch it up a bunch! I mean, these are pretty different, right?

I think I’ve mentioned this before but one thing I really took away from art school is that, for an illustrator at least, art style shouldn’t be consistent. Your greatest weapon is changing the aspects of your style based on the task, the emotions and message you want to illustrate etc. So depending on the project I’m working on, the fandom I’m drawing for, whether I want something to be funny or serious or dramatic, I’ll change things about my style all the time.

One thing I don’t rly post on here is really tight polished work and that’s because I do that for my day job haha. If you’re not paying me... I’m probably not gonna color in the lines.

6. What levels of artistic education have you had?

I have a whole ass diploma LOL. Bachelor of Fine Arts in Illustration. from the Rhode Island School of Design. And I had a great college experience tbh. Besides the student loans. If any of you guys are thinking about art school feel free to e-mail or message me questions or concerns, I’ll be happy to help. Be as honest as I can be.

7. Show us at least one picture you drew or sketched recently that you did not put on a public site.

heres the wandavision kids. Uhh what else do I have...I feel like I’m rummaging for loose change here...

assorted valentines prep doodles

8. What is your favourite piece that you have done?

Well, obviously this is gonna change all the time and generally it’s gonna be my most recent piece LOL. So yeah, why the hell not. I’ll say it’s this one. I have a pretty short memory which I count as a blessing for an artist. I don’t dwell that long on older work and it keeps me moving forward.

10. What do you like most about your art?

I like that it’s something that only I would make! I had this thought fairly recently and I wrote it down in my sketchbook, it’s pretty cheesy and rambling but it felt revolutionary at the time:

So yeah. I like my art best when it’s the most me and for me. And I like it least when it feels like I’m just making something for social media or for other people’s expectations or whatever.

14. What do you like drawing the most?

Kids in baggy clothing are like my go-to LOL idk if that’s obvious. but also I like being challenged so lately I’ve really loved drawing multi-character compositions, environments, weird angles, etc.

oh i LOVE drawing the underside of shoes lol. And bandages. People that are kinda beat up.. I think it comes from getting a bunch of cuts all the time. I’m always patching myself up and I want to patch characters up too.

15. What do you like drawing the least?

mmm I try to find something to like in every drawing but lets see... I don’t like doing commissions of people’s dogs. Just because it’s normally like... a family friend and my mom volunteered me without my consent and I don’t even really know what they’re expecting me to draw and I don’t even get to meet the dog. Also I’m not that great at dog anatomy. Trying to learn though.

18. What is your purpose for drawing?

This could have a million answers! Uhhh to GIT GOOD??? But also to express myself... and also to make money... I mean it depends on what the drawing IS. I draw fanart mostly to connect to people in the fandom so if you ever see me drawing fanart please take it as like an open invitation to talk to me about the character haha.

20. How would you rank your art? (poor, mediocre, good, etc.)

Good!!! I have a lot of self-confidence primarily born out of ignorance and a short attention span. If I don’t think too hard about how many other artists are mindblowingly unfathombly good... its easy to think I’m good too! LOL

In all seriousness though, I think the opinion a person has of their art is like a crazy balancing act, right? Like you have to think you suck enough to want to get better but also you have to think you’re good enough to not want to give up. I think we’re all walking that line, I know I am! But also I’m a glass half-full type of person so. Most of the time I feel good about it.

22. List at least one of your “artspirations.”

This is a good question because I’ve been trying and failing to put together one of those “influence map” memes for like a full month now. What’s giving me a hard time is I feel like none of these are actually really obvious “““influences”““ in my art? Like it’s hard to see a lot of them in the work I make...? But idk maybe you guys’ll see what I can’t.

And these are just a couple! God there’s so many more. I could talk about other artists for ages, from all different genres of art. Daumier, Rockwell like every illustrator out there, Dana Gibson, Alex Toth, Hiroshi Yoshida, a lot of the Brandywine School. Lots of current working artists too, Karl Kerschl, frikkin Masashi Kishimoto lol, Jake Wyatt, Richie Pope, Edouard Caplain, Matt Cook, Sachin Teng, - lots of big internet artists, Sophie Li, Freddy Carrasco, Milliofish, Angela Sung... like all my friends from art school too. I could just keep going but I’ll stop for now lol.

24. Do you have a shameful art past? (recolour sprite comics, tracing art, etc.)

I mean if that’s how we’re defining shameful?? sure LOL. It’s not sprite comics but I used to do pokemon sprite recolors all the time. And I used to trace manga panels and color them... Granted this was all when I was like under 12 yrs old so it’s not even embarrassing. Can you really call it shameful when a 7 year old wets the bed or whatever? Not really. In fact some of these are cool as fuck. Look

25. Draw a picture!

Man I’m so tired now but here.

I used to get a lot of compliments for drawing people smiling lol but I don’t think I’ve drawn a lot of smiling lately.. here’s proof I’ve still got it.

OK MEME DONE. onto the rest.

I read this ask first thing when i opened my computer in the morning and it made me really emotional.. I’m so glad my sketches could help you!!

I think a lot of artists on social media talk about the struggle of making art but imo not enough people talk about the joy! Like I know it’s corny but. I really meant what I said at the beginning of that sketchbook about re-contextualizing art around process and progress > product and perfection. I think its super important..! The strength of messy, unfinished, and energetic art! For the feeling of it, for the love it!

That's crazy!!! I hope you like 'em. The whole line of x-books is really good rn imo.

Hi! I totally have the answer for digital stuff on my faq lol. But in terms of drawing on paper.. it varies! I tend to use sketchbooking and any on-paper doodling I do as a way to loosen up/warm-up or experiment. But right now my go-to aresenal is:

from top > bottom

- kuretake no.55 doublesided brush pen

- tombow fudenosuke

- muji 0.38 ballpoint

- medium size poscas

- grey tombow double brush pens

- good ol bic mechanical pencil

not EXACTly sure which inking you referring to from my sketchbook but if I had to take a guess it'd probably be the kuretake no55. That's been my main inker, lately. Great for sketching with the thin end too.

You can print out and eat my art if you like. Just please don't mass produce or re-sell. <3

Thanks! I've come to accept that my art is always gonna be sort of gestural and painty naturally. It's getting it to tighten up enough to be legible that's hard lol...

uh yeah lol I agree actually. I think yolei is great.

I assume these asks are related? LOL

1) Yeah totally true. I love David.

2) I don’t take requests, sorry! But if you want to commission me to draw Legion i would be MORE than happy to. Just e-mail me at [email protected].

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bob-giovanni · 6 years

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I’ll Cover You - Part 12

Characters: Simon X OFC

Summary: Emily bonds with Amara. Simon gets into a fight with his ex over Emily.

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff, Smut

Notes: I have so many ideas for this story it’s borderline insane. But I’m so excited to keep writing this and I hope ya’ll enjoy reading it!

It had been a few months since Emily had met Amara for the first time and since then they really seemed to hit it off. Emily had mentioned taking Amara to a batting cage the first time they met and Amara constantly asked Simon about it. “Daddy, can Emily take me to the batting cage this week?” “We’ll see, baby girl. Emily is very busy with work.” That had become his standard response. The truth was, he didn’t want Emily and Amara doing anything together until he had a chance to talk to Sherry. He knew that ultimately his personal life was none of her business but he also knew that she would try and hold it against him if he let his girlfriend take his daughter out without telling his daughter’s mother. He didn’t know why he was being such a chicken shit about the whole thing, why he couldn’t bring himself to tell Sherry about Emily. He was certain she knew that he was dating someone, but he was also certain that Sherry had no idea how young Emily was. Why that worried him he didn’t know. Even though she was only 10, Amara was old enough to know that Simon was purposely avoiding letting Emily and Amara hang out. He decided that this weekend was it. He was going to take them to the batting cages this weekend and he’d tell Sherry about it after.

When Simon pulled up to Sherry’s house, Amara was sitting on the front steps. She’d obviously been crying. Simon quickly put his car in park and jumped out before hurrying up the steps to sit next to his daughter. “What’s wrong, darlin’?” Amara shook her head and leaned against her father’s side. “Mommy said I can’t hang out with Emily.” Simon furrowed his eyebrows. “What?” Amara sniffed. “I told mommy that Emily and I are friends, and that she was gonna take me to the batting cage. Mommy asked me who Emily was I told her she’s your girlfriend and she told me I wasn’t allow to hang out with her, that we couldn’t be friends! But I like Emily! It’s not fair!” Simon wrapped his arms around Amara and held her close. He rubbed her back a bit and kissed the top of her head. “Don’t worry, baby girl. Why don’t you wait here and I’ll go talk to mommy, ok?” Amara wiped her eyes and nodded. “Ok.” Simon stood and walked into the house trying his best to keep his anger under control. He hadn’t planned on doing this yet but he had no choice. No one made his daughter cry. Not even her own mother.

“Sherry?” He called out. A moment later his very pregnant ex-wife walked out of the kitchen. She had to be about 7 months along now. “What are you doing in here?” She asked incredulously. “What the hell is with you telling Amara she can’t be friends with Emily?” Sherry rolled her eyes. “She’s my daughter too, Simon. I think I deserve to have a say in who she can and can’t be friends with.” “You think I’m 100% fine with her being here with Dwight around, huh? I’m not. But she likes Dwight and I’m doing what’s best for her.” Sherry sighed heavily. “Well that’s different. She’s known Dwight for years. Emily is a stranger!” “Do you think I would put her in harm’s way? I love that girl more than life itself. I would never let anyone hurt her. I wouldn’t have even introduced her to Emily if I didn’t think things weren’t going to work out between us.” Sherry put a hand on her stomach and leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. “So things are serious then?” Simon nodded. “Yes, they are. I love her. And above all else, I trust her. I’ve seen how she is with Amara. She’s not trying to be her mother. The last thing Amara needs is another parent and Emily knows that. She needs a friend and that’s the role Emily is filling right now.” Sherry put her hands up in defeat. “Fine, whatever. But I don’t want her spending the night with you when you have Amara. I’m drawing the line.” Now it was Simon’s turn to roll his eyes. “Whatever.”

Simon turned and left. Amara looked up at him expectantly. Simon smiled and held his hand out. “C’mon, let’s go get Emily.” Amara smiled brightly and jumped up, wrapping her arms around Simon’s waist. “Thank you, daddy!” She exclaimed. Simon laughed softly and hugged her in return. “Anything for you, princess.” “Can Emily take me to the batting cage tonight?” “Why don’t we ask her when we pick her up, ok?” Simon took Amara’s hand and walked to his car, opening the back door for her and making sure she buckled up before driving toward’s Emily’s house. Unfortunately Simon was only getting this weekend with Amara. In 2 days he had to take her back to Sherry. They were going to New York to visit Dwight’s parents before the baby arrived. Simon told her that Amara could stay with him but Sherry insisted that she go with them. Simon tried to not think too much about it and just focus on the time he was going to get to spend with her. A short time later Simon pulled up in front of Emily’s house and beeped twice. A moment later Emily walked outside. She practically skipped to the car and climbed in the passenger seat. She leaned over and kissed Simon’s cheek. “Hey, handsome.” Simon smirked and took Emily’s hand, kissing the back of it. “Hello, beautiful.” Emily turned and grinned at Amara. “Hey, cutie!” Amara giggled. “Hey, Emily!”

Emily reached back and ruffled Amara’s hair. “How’s my favorite 10 year old?” “I’m good. Emily, can you take me to the batting cages tonight?” Emily looked over at Simon. “Well sure, as long as your dad says it’s ok.” “Is it ok, daddy?” Amara asked. “Yeah, daddy, is it ok?” Emily asked also. Simon quirked an eyebrow and cleared his throat when Emily called him daddy. She smirked and bit her bottom lip. “Yeah, it’s more than ok. How about I drop you girls off now? I’ll head to the club for a couple hours and I’ll bring you dinner when I pick you back up?” “That sounds awesome!” Amara said with glee. Emily reached back and gave Amara a high five. About 10 minutes later Simon pulled up in front of the Alexandria Sports Club. He reached into his wallet about gave Emily some money. “That should be enough for a few rounds. Plus Amara loves the mini golf they have here so if you have time after, maybe you can do that too.” Emily smiled and nodded. “Thank you.” She said before leaning over and kissing Simon softly. Simon watched as Emily and Amara climbed out of the car and walked to the entrance of the club. He felt his heart swell when he saw Emily take Amara’s hand as they headed inside.

Once they were safely inside, Simon headed to the club. He had to catch up on a few things. When Simon arrived at the club, he was surprised to see Negan and Lucille sitting at a booth. He walked over and sat next to Lucille. “How are you fine folks doing this evening?” Negan laughed and shook his head. “We’re doing fine, lover boy.” Simon smirked and shrugged. “What can I say? Love is a wonderful, wonderful thing my friend.” Negan laughed once more. “Remind me to thank Emily the next time I see her. Ever since you two became a thing you’re much less of a prick.” Simon laughed. “I love you too, buddy.” Lucille shook her head. “Speaking of which, I’m surprised she’s not with you.” “I just dropped her and Amara off at ASC. They’re hitting the batting cages.” Negan quirked an eyebrow. “Really? Sherry’s gonna be pissed when she finds out.” “Sherry knows. Besides, I can’t have a real relationship with Emily, and Emily can’t have a relationship with Amara, if I’m constantly worrying about what is or isn’t going to piss off Sherry. Sherry needs to mind her own damn business.”

Negan and Lucille exchanged a look. “Well it seems pretty obvious to me what’s going on.” Lucille said. Simon looked over at her. “What do you mean?” Lucille shrugged as she sipped her beer. “Sherry’s jealous. I mean, when everything went down, she had a man to go to. She probably took a little bit of delight in knowing that you didn’t have anyone, as cruel as that may sound. Like…by you being alone, she’d won whatever fucked up game you two were playing. But now that you have someone she’s officially replaced. There’s no going back.” Simon shrugged. “I don’t know, Luce. I feel like it was over the second she climbed into bed with Dwight. Plus she’s about to have a baby. I’m pretty sure there’s no going back anyway. Besides…I don’t wanna go back. I’m with Emily now. I love her and I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time. Even when Sherry and I were still together.” Lucille smiled and patted Simon’s shoulder. “I know you are. We can all see that that girl makes you happy.” “I’ve never met a forty year old man that wouldn’t be happy about banging a twenty one year old piece of ass.” Negan said with a smirk. “Refer to her as a piece of ass again and I’ll shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll have to open your mouth so I can tie my boot.” Negan let out a loud laugh as Simon stood from the booth. “There’s my boy!” Simon smirked and shook his head. “Yeah, whatever, asshole.”

Simon headed to his office to catch up on some inventory and bookkeeping. He checked his phone to make sure Emily hadn’t texted him. Nothing yet. Simon took that as a good sign. After a couple of hours, Simon started to worry a little. He wondered if maybe he should give Emily a call. Just as he picked up his phone he got a text.

Emily: Hey, babe. We’re about halfway through our round of golf. And we’re starving! Amara wants a BLT and french fries and I’d love a big, fat, juicy burger.

Simon: Lol, alright, sweetheart. I’ll see you two soon.

Simon put in their orders with the kitchen and finished up what he was working on. Once the food was cooked and packed up, Simon headed out and got into his car before heading back to the club. When he pulled up, Emily and Amara were already outside. The ran over and climbed in. “Did you girls have fun?” Simon asked. Amara’s face lit up. “Yes! Dad, Emily is a really good hitter! You should’ve seen it! There was even this guy who said he coached a softball team and he was trying to get Emily to play but she said no.” Emily smiled and shook her head. “Oh, I was ok. But Amara was a superstar. She could give a lot of professionals a run for their money. I think she wants to play softball next year.” Simon grinned as he listened to them talk. “Well it sounds like you two had a great time. How did you do at the mini golf?” “Amara kicked my butt. Turns out I suck at mini golf.” Amara laughed. “I did kick her butt.” Emily turned and looked back and Amara and grinned. “I’ll get you next time.”

Simon smiled and reached over to take Emily’s hand. She smiled over at Simon and laced their fingers together. As soon as they got into Simon’s house, Emily handed Amara her container with her dinner in it. She took out the other 2 containers but both had burgers in them. “Hey, babe, which of these burgers is yours?” “We both have the same thing.” Emily took one of the containers and sat across from Amara while Simon grabbed them all drinks. As they ate, they all talked and laughed. Amara made fun of Emily’s golf abilities, or lack thereof. Once she was done eating, Emily leaned back in her chair and rubbed her belly. “Damn that was good.” Simon smirked and nodded. “It was. Oh, by the way, Negan and Lucille were at the club tonight. They said hi.” “Aww. It’s been a while since I’ve seen them. We should all do something. Go out on a double date or whatever.” Simon nodded. “That’d be fun.” As soon as Amara finished eating she yawned and stretched her arms above her head. “I’m sleepy. I’m gonna go to bed.” She stood and walked over to Simon. “Goodnight, daddy.” Simon smiled and pulled her into a hug. “Goodnight, princess. Make sure you brush your teeth first.” She rolled her eyes. “I will, dad.” Amara walked over to Emily and hugged her. “Goodnight, Emily. Thanks for hanging out with me tonight.” Emily smiled and sighed contentedly as she hugged Amara. “Of course, cutie. Anytime. Goodnight.”

Amara headed up the steps and into her bedroom. Emily looked over at Simon. “She’s such a great kid.” Simon smiled and nodded. “Yeah, she really is.” Since Simon was done eating, Emily gathered their trash and threw it away before gathering the drink glasses and taking them to the sink to wash them. While Emily was washing up, Simon walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Ya know, ‘hi’ wasn’t the only thing Negan said about you tonight.” Emily put the last glass in the dish rack to dry before turning to face Simon. “Oh yeah? What else did he say?” “He said that ever since you and I got together that I’ve been a lot happier and that it’s because, and I quote, ‘any forty year old man would be happy to bang a twenty one year old piece of ass.’” Emily quirked an eyebrow. “Is that so?” Simon nodded. “I called him an asshole for calling you a piece of ass, but he’s not wrong.” Emily licked her lips and smirked. “I mean, he’s not. But did you also tell him that maybe I’m happy too because I get to bang the hottest forty year old on the planet?” Simon laughed and shook his head. “No, but I’ll be sure to tell him the next time I see him.”

Emily wrapped her arms around Simon’s neck and leaned up to kiss him softly. “Mm, I’ve wanted to do that all night.” Simon smirked. “Why didn’t you?” “I didn’t think it would be appropriate in front of Amara. Especially not like this.” Emily leaned in again and kissed Simon once more, more passionately this time. After a moment she slipped her tongue into Simon’s mouth and moaned against his lips. Simon held Emily close and slid a hand under her shirt so he could gently caress her back. Emily shivered and pulled back a bit. “Should we take this upstairs?” Simon nodded. “Mhm, but we have to be quiet.” Emily nodded and took Simon’s hand, leading him up to the bedroom. As they walked upstairs, Simon kept thinking about how Sherry said she didn’t want Emily spending the night while Amara was over. “Fuck that,” Simon thought to himself. He was a grown man, this was his house. If he wanted Emily to stay over, she was gonna stay over, no matter what Sherry said.

As soon as they were in Simon’s bedroom with the door shut, Emily practically lunged at Simon. She’d been so incredibly horny the past few days. If Amara hadn’t been in the car with him when he picked her up, she probably would’ve made him come into her house and fuck her first. She wasn’t sure what it was, but ever since they’d slept together for the first time, Emily just craved being ravaged by Simon. And he was usually eager to oblige. As they deepened their kiss, Emily walked them backwards towards the bed. When she felt the mattress hit the backs of her knees she pulled away from Simon and kicked off her shoes before climbing onto the bed and kneeling at the edge so she could be nearly eye level with her boyfriend. Simon kicked his shoes off as well and immediately wrapped his arms around Emily’s waist, one hand sliding under her shirt and the other sliding down over her ass. Emily whimpered softly and arched her hips a bit into Simon’s.

Emily started to unbutton Simon’s shirt and quickly pushed it off of him before leaning back a bit to removed her own shirt. Simon started to kiss along Emily’s neck and collarbone as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Emily moaned softly and wiggled her hips as Simon pushed her jeans down and off. Emily sat on the bed with her legs on either side of Simon’s. She quickly unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down to his knees. As Simon kicked his pants off and to the side, Emily started to rub the growing bulge in his underwear. Simon licked his lips as he ran his fingers through Emily’s hair. She grinned up at him before using her tongue to trace the outline of Simon’s cock through his underwear, causing Simon to groan. She was so sexy. He wondered where she learned to do stuff like that. Finally, Emily pushed Simon’s boxer briefs down, freeing his fully hard member. She wasted no time in wrapping her hand around his sizable length, jerking him off as she leaned in and wrapped her lips around his tip. Simon moaned softly and looked down at Emily. She winked at him as she started to take more of his member into her mouth. Simon smirked and bit his bottom lip. “Damn, baby, you are gonna be the death of me.” He said between breaths.

After another moment, Simon gave Emily’s hair a tug, letting her know to stop. She pulled back with an obnoxiously loud pop and licked her lips. She crawled over to Simon’s nightstand and reached into the drawer to grab a condom. Simon climbed onto the bed and pushed Emily onto her back. He ground his hips down against hers as he kissed her deeply. She moaned into the kiss and raked her nails down Simon’s back. He hissed. It hurt a bit, but Simon didn’t mind it. As he slipped his tongue into Emily’s mouth, Simon also slipped his hand into her panties and started to tease her swollen clit. She whimpered and arched her hips into his touch. “Oh god…Simon, please…” Simon smirked. “Please what, baby?” “Please fuck me. God, I want you inside me so bad.” Simon quickly removed Emily’s panties before grabbing the condom. Emily sat up and unclasped her bra, sliding it off before tossing it towards the foot of the bed and getting onto her hands and knees. Simon licked his lips as he took in the sight in front of him. He quickly rolled the condom over his cock and got onto his knees. He ran his hands over Emily’s plump, round ass, giving it a light slap. Emily bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. But she nearly screamed when Simon leaned down and slipped his tongue between the folds of her dripping pussy. He just had to taste her.

Emily begged softly. “Please, baby…please, Simon…please fuck me.” Simon kneeled behind Emily and pressed his tip to her entrance. “You ready for me, baby?” Emily nodded quickly. “God, yes…” Simon slowly pushed into her tight heat, moaning long and low as he did. She felt so fucking good. Emily bit her bottom lip to try and keep quiet but a few soft whimpers escaped her lips. Simon leaned forward and pressed a few soft kisses between Emily’s shoulder blades. “You ok, babe?” Emily nodded quickly. “Mhmm.” Simon grabbed Emily’s hips and slowly pulled out of her about halfway before pushing back in. Emily’s eyes rolled back and she couldn’t help the loud groan that she let out. Simon just felt so amazing inside her. She wanted this feeling to last forever. Simon continued his slow pace for a few more thrusts before speeding up slightly. He took the noises he heard Emily making as a sign to keep going. As Simon started to thrust faster, Emily suddenly felt the need to be closer to him. She adjusted herself so she was holding onto the top of the headboard. Now her back was nearly against Simon’s chest. Simon moved his hands from Emily’s hips, one sliding up to cup her left breast, the other sliding down. He put two fingers on either side of Emily’s clit and alternated between moving his fingers in circles and from left to right.

Emily was so far gone now. Sometimes she got overwhelmed by the pleasure Simon gave her. Her thighs were trembling now. She knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. “Oh god, Simon…I’m so close…fuck me harder.” Simon grunted as he sped up his thrusts. He continued rubbing Emily’s clit as he kissed along her neck and shoulder and gently rolled her left nipple between his fingers. He could feel Emily getting tighter by the second. He was close too but he wanted to make her cum first. As he continued thrusting, the sounds of his hips smacking against Emily’s ass filled the room along with a slight creaking from the bed. Emily thought she heard another noise, but figured it was just the bed when Simon kept going. God she was so close now. Just a little more. Then suddenly, everything seemed to move in slow motion when Emily heard something else. There was no denying it. And she knew that as soon as Simon stopped moving that he’d heard it too. “Daddy? Are you ok?” Both of their heads snapped to the left at the same time to see Amara standing in the doorway. Emily’s eyes widened as she desperately reached for a pillow to cover herself as Simon quickly pulled out of her, causing her to hiss slightly. Simon reached for the covers and pulled them over himself as he yelled out. “Amara go back to your room!” Amara quickly shut the door and ran down the hallway. The whole ordeal lasted maybe 5 seconds but it felt like an eternity. They both just sat there trying to catch their breath and still covering themselves.

Emily started to panic a bit. “Oh god…oh no. What do we do?” She was on the verge of hyperventilating. Simon scooted closer to her and pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back soothingly. “Shh, it’s ok. Calm down. I’ll go talk to her.” Emily covered her face with her hands. “Oh god I’m so embarrassed. How much do you think she saw?” Simon shook his head. “I don’t know. Her mom and I had the talk with her a couple of years ago, so I’m pretty sure she knew what we were doing.” Simon threw the covers off of himself and removed the condom from his now flaccid dick and tossed it in the trash before pulling on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. “I’ll be back.” He said as he headed down the hall to Amara’s room. After Simon left the room Emily quickly ran to his dresser and pulled out one of his shirts. It was usually what she slept in when she spent the night. She climbed back into the bed and sat with her back against the headboard, nervously chewing her nails.

Simon stood outside Amara’s room for a moment and took a deep breath before knocking on her door. “Amara, can I come in?” He asked softly. “Ok.” He heard her reply. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, swinging her feet back and forth and staring down at the floor. Simon walked in and sat next to her the bed. He ran his hand over his face before speaking. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, sweetheart. And I’m sorry you had to see that.” Amara didn’t say anything for a moment. “I’m sorry I didn’t knock. I just…I heard a strange noise and I thought you were hurt.” Simon smiled softly. “Well I appreciate that you were concerned about me, princess. But next time just make sure you knock, ok?” Amara nodded. Simon sighed heavily. He wasn’t really sure what to do next. This had never happened before. “Umm…do you, have any questions?” He asked, sounding incredibly uncomfortable. He really hoped Amara did not, in fact, have any questions. But she did. “Are you and Emily trying to have a baby?” She asked. Simon furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at her. “What? No. Why would you think that?”

“I remember you and mom telling me what sex is. I know that’s what you and Emily were doing. You and mom said that when a man and woman love each other, they have sex to make a baby.” Simon nodded a bit. “Well, that is true but, two people can also have sex just, uh, for fun or to express their love for one another. And there’s things you can do to make sure that you don’t make a baby.” Simon shook his head, knowing he was probably giving the wrong response. “What kinds of things?” “Ya know what, I think that is a conversation for another time, ok? Why don’t you lay down and get some sleep, ok?” Amara nodded and climbed under the covers. “Goodnight, dad.” Simon smiled and tucked her in. “Goodnight, princess.” He left Amara’s door cracked open a bit and went back to his bedroom. He walked in and shut the door, making sure to lock it this time. Emily was sitting with her knees up to her chest. She looked really upset. “So…is everything ok?” She asked. Simon sat next to Emily and draped his arm over her shoulders. “Well, I was right, she knew what we were doing. She thought we were trying to have a baby, but I assured her we’re not. At least not right now.” He said with a soft laugh. “I’m gonna have to tell Sherry. She’s gonna be pissed.” Emily shrugged. “It was an accident, Si.” Simon nodded. “I know. Right before I picked you up, Sherry told me she didn’t want you spending the night while Amara was over. So she’s definitely gonna use this against me.”

Emily pouted. “I’m sorry. If I’d known I…” Simon shook his head. “This is not on you, not at all. Sherry has no right to tell me who can and can’t stay here. She’s just gonna have to get over it.” Emily nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. Simon leaned in and kissed her cheek. “I think we’ve had enough fun for one night. How about we call it a night?” Emily laughed and shook her head. “Yeah, ok, that sounds good.” The pair laid down and Simon pulled the covers over them as Emily reached over and turned off the lamp on the nightstand. Simon draped an arm around Emily’s midsection and pulled her close. There was a few moments of silence before Emily spoke. “I can’t believe you didn’t lock the fucking door.” The two let out loud fits of laughter for a moment before quieting down again and quickly falling asleep. The next day, everyone basically pretended that the events of the previous night didn’t happen. They didn’t do too much except go to lunch and a movie. Simon took Emily home Saturday night and spent the rest of the night hanging out with Amara before having to take her back to her mom’s the next day.

Sunday afternoon rolled around and Simon pulled up in front of Sherry’s house. He walked Amara up the steps and rang the doorbell. To his dismay, Dwight answered the door. He smiled at Amara. “Hey, kiddo. You have fun?” Amara smiled and nodded. “Yep!” She said as she walked inside. Simon and Dwight just stood there awkwardly before Simon spoke. “I need to talk to Sherry.” Dwight nodded and stepped aside so Simon could enter. “Of course. She’s in the kitchen.” Simon entered and walked to the kitchen where Sherry was baking some cookies. She looked up at Simon quickly. “Amara with you?” Simon rolled his eyes. “Of course, where else would she be?” He sighed and ran his fingers over his mustache. “Listen, um, there was a little incident on Friday.” Sherry put down her spatula and leaned on the countertop. “What do you mean? Is Amara ok? Is she hurt?” Simon shook his head. “No, no, she’s fine. But um…well, she uh, walked in on me and Emily.” Sherry furrowed her eyebrows. “What do you mean? Walked in on you what?” Simon sighed. “Sherry, don’t make me spell it out.” Sherry crossed her arms over her belly. Simon couldn’t tell if she was being willfully ignorant or not. He scoffed. “She walked in on us having sex, Sherry. Jesus.”

Sherry’s head hung down. “Jesus Christ, Simon. I specifically said I didn’t want your girlfriend spending the night when Amara was over!” “Yeah I heard you. But guess the fuck what? Amara and Emily get along really well and they enjoy each other’s company. And Emily is my fucking girlfriend and she’s gonna spend the night at my place sometimes. Whether you like it or not is your goddamn problem.” Simon could tell that Sherry was seething with anger. She rubbed her belly and took a few deep breaths. “I wanna meet her.” “What?” “Emily. I wanna meet her. If she’s gonna be spending time with my daughter then I think I have a right to meet her.” Simon sighed heavily. “I’ll talk to her.” Without another word Simon left the kitchen. Amara was sitting on the couch with Dwight. Simon leaned down and kissed Amara’s forehead. “I’ll see you later, princess. Alright?” Amara smiled and nodded. “Ok, daddy. Bye.” Simon waved as he left the house. He sat in his car for a moment thinking. Maybe Sherry was right. He wasn’t thrilled at the idea of his ex-wife and his current girlfriend being in the same room, but he had a hard time arguing against Sherry’s point. He pulled out his phone and texted Emily.

Simon: Hey, sweetness. I told Sherry about what happened. She was upset. But…she wants to meet you.

Emily: Excuse me?

Simon: She said that if you’re going to be spending time with Amara then she thinks she has a right to meet you.

Emily: What did you say?

Simon: I told her I’d talk to you. But, Em, she’s not wrong. I can understand where she’s coming from. If I hadn’t already known Dwight I would’ve wanted to meet him knowing he’d be spending time with and around Amara.

Emily: Well, they’re going away right? So she doesn’t wanna meet right this second, right?

Simon: Yeah, they’ll be back in about 10 days.

Emily: Ok. I’ll do it. I’ll meet Sherry.

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