12. what's a funny memory you have?
15. do you have any superstitions?
20. if you could join a career immediately, what would it be?
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12. funny memory that i regularly come back to (i dont know why, cuz its not really funny it's more of a situational comedy to me) was when i was like max 14 or so, it was winter, my friend and i were coming back from our extra classes and she slipped into the slush in the middle of a crossing and gracefully landed on her butt, and back then it was peak comedy to me, very cartoonish sight to see. i sometimes laugh to myself when crossing that path.
15. subconsciously i guess. one that i do out of habit is that whenever i turn back home because i forgot something, i need to sit down for at least 10 seconds before leaving again, because it brings bad luck or some shit like that. i dont know why i do it but I do.
20. media journalism. god i want to yap about my favorite media to anyone that's willing to listen. or any media really i want to push my takes down peoples throats, as long as they're willing to take it. but idk if im qualified for that.
wait what about just that as a drabble request for aerion??? an ex u can’t stop fucking 👀👀👀
MISSED YOU — AERION TARGARYEN.
SUMMARY the four times both you and aerion caved to your arousal, forgetting exactly why you left him.
NOTES long awaited im so sorry, blame war zone.
WARNINGS 18+, smut, toxic!aerion and toxic!reader, mentions of nipple piercings, mentions of smoking, dirty talk, ditching dates, pervy!aerion, bit of an abrupt end
MASTERLIST
The cons outweighed the pros, your relationship with Aerion was doomed from the start. He was emotionally unstable, far too possessive, and it never worked. He wasn't what you needed. But he was what you wanted.
And you couldn't blame yourself, not really. When you were friends with his brother, going no contact wasn't an option. You would have to walk past him in the driveway, or pass him in the kitchen. And your mind would be stunned with memories and feelings.
You held off for two months. Went out with your friends every weekend, spent more time outside your house and less on your phone. You were doing so well, gone were the days of dragging yourself out of bed and forcing yourself to do something. But you hit a wall. And it felt like you were hurtling towards it at 100mph.
Seeing Aerion the first time was easily avoidable. You promised to keep Daeron company whilst he babysat his youngest sister, and found yourself cradling the five-year-old who refused to leave you alone.
"I might tell my Father to just employ you next time," Daeron commented.
"Although, I'd force you to keep me company, so we'd both be stuck here anyway." You laughed.
The credits of whatever Disney movie Rhae had chosen were rolling, and you excused yourself to carry her to bed. You'd been here plenty of times before, had been dragged into each of the siblings room at some point. Aegon loved showing you his newest games, Daella would beg you to do her hair in fancy hairstyles, Daeron loved to steal you away to get high and watch a terrible movie, and Aerion. Aerion held you captive as best as he could whenever he'd invite you over, quickly rushing you up the stairs so his siblings couldn't steal you away.
"She still loves you." You heard from the doorway of Rhea's room. Aerion leant against the doorframe, arms folded with his signature smug look on his face.
"Of course she does," you scoffed, sliding past him to leave her room, "who wouldn't?"
If only you could see the look on his face, or feel the way his heart threatened to break through his ribs. Though it wouldn't matter if you could, because you would end up in the same place as you had done. Being thrusted into, sandwiched between him and the inside of his bedroom door. His forehead stuck to yours as he grunted with each push.
"Missed you." He panted, dangerously close to your lips. But you wouldn't let him push any further.
"Shut up." You clamped a hand over his mouth, attempting to stifle your own moans with your lip between your teeth. He felt so good, so familiar.
The next time had riddled you with guilt. After the first time, you vowed for it to never happen again. It was a small relapse, a quick satisfaction to help you get over him. But it didn't work, for either of you.
Daeron and his cousin, Valarr, had invited you out to some club. You didn't want to go, much preferring the sound of a face mask and a bath. But they were incessant in their pleas, standing at your apartment door with 'gifts', or bribes. Canned cocktails and sour candy.
And so you found yourself stood at the bar, chin in the palm of your hand as you listened to Valarr tell you about work. The music rattled your bones, the air was soaked with alcohol and sweat. You needed air. Now.
"Are you following me?" You heard as you stood in the smoking area, gaze so intently focused on the contents of your purse, trying to find a cigarette amongst the random lip liners and crumpled receipts. You frowned at the lack of cigarettes, swearing blindly that you put the last of your carton in there before you left.
Aerion handed you his, placing it between your lips without averting his gaze once. He knew exactly what he was doing, he had become an expert in reading the look behind your eyes. He recognised the ache in his chest, the all too familiar ache he felt when you left him.
"Did Daeron drag you here, too?" You countered, taking a drag and leaning against the wall of the club.
"No." His breath tense as he held the smoke in, before exhaling slowly. "Valarr did. He can't go as crazy as Daeron, needed me as a buffer."
Which is what you were. A buffer between Daeron's inability to stop drinking, and Valarr's unwillingness to. But this was good, it meant you could fake sickness and go home, and have that bath that's been calling your name.
It was cold, and you instinctively shuffled closer to Aerion's side as you retrieved the cigarette, avoiding his gaze to feign interest in the skyline instead. You could feel his gaze on you, studying your new nose piercing, your thinner brows, your darker shade of lip. You had morphed into someone else since leaving him, and he felt let out. Like he had been locked behind a door and made to watch you leave.
You passed the cigarette back, finally looking up at him. You were weak, you knew it. You knew where you'd be moments later, letting him feel you up in the back of a taxi on the way back to his. Bent over his bed, too overcome with lust to undress, so Aerion had your dress bunched at your hips as he slammed into you from behind.
"Fuck, I missed this." He groaned. "Missed this pussy."
You tried to ignore him. Tried to ignore the whimper in his voice, the way he sounded so needy and pathetic for you. It was the hottest thing ever, it had you soaked for him within seconds. And he knew that, taking full advantage of that. Even now.
"You take me so well." His words were like poison, so sickly sweet in the pit of your stomach as he fucked you into your orgasm. You had even whimpered at the loss of him as he finished, spilling over the back of your thighs.
You didn't tell Daeron or Valarr about that night. You texted them that you left early because you were sick. The moment you were done with Aerion, you left. Not even a kiss goodbye as you brushed past him. His hand outstretched to caress your cheek, his soul yearning for the nostalgia of such a quiet intimacy.
But you didn't want it. You spent months trying to get over it, only to find his claws still embedded within you.
You tried to avoid Daeron's house like the plague. Insisting he visits your apartment, going out instead of staying in. But helping him babysit his youngest sister again had held you hostage all day. You were exhausted by the end of the day, your tight clothes now uncomfortable on your body, your eyes burning from lack of energy.
"I think I'd crash if I drove home right now." You groaned, your forehead against Daeron's shoulder as you both slumped on the couch.
"Stay the night then," he offered, "you know my dad loves you. And there's a guest room for every day of the week."
You nodded, using what's left of your energy to drag yourself upstairs behind him. Following him into his room as he promised to find you a shirt to sleep in.
"Um." He sighed. "I need to do laundry."
"I curse your manly habits," you whispered, "why couldn't I have befriended a woman?"
"I have an idea, but you're not going to like it." He folded his arms, wincing to brace for impact against your reaction. But he didn't need to say a word, you knew Daeron like the back of your hand. There was good reason for your close friendship, and how it lasted through your messy relationship with his brother. Of whom he begged not to sleep with you.
"No."
"Yes."
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
You were tired and out of option, not wanting to sleep naked in fear of someone walking in. So you shoved past Daeron with a middle finger, trailing to Aerion's room. You hesitated knocking, your knuckles hovering over the door as you listened for any sign of him. Even after you knocked, there had been no movement.
"Miss me?" The voice spooked you, your body jolting as you turned to see Aerion. Smugly smiling at you as he passed you to open his door.
"I hate you." You cursed him, swatting his arm whilst he was still within reach.
"I know."
"Can I borrow a shirt?" You asked, your pride mortally wounded at asking your ex for his shirt to sleep in.
"For what?"
"To sleep in, idiot. What else?"
"Didn't pack your jammies?" He taunted, but turned to find a shirt for you anyway. Because he would always do as you said, it was his fatal flaw.
He handed you the navy blue fabric, but retracted it quickly. "Say please."
"You're an asshole." You reached for the shirt, too tired to play his stupid games. But you knew Aerion and his stubbornness, he rarely gave up. Even with you. "Please."
"That's a good girl." He taunted you once more, holding the shirt out for you to snatch it from him. But you paused, contemplating every boundary you set yourself. Every secret you harboured from Daeron about hooking up with Aerion resurfacing, contorting your soul with guilt.
You weighed your conscience with your arousal, the bigger beast claiming victory as you shoved him into his room. The shirt now discarded on the floor as you stood on your toes to kiss him. His hands pawing at your clothes to feel your skin against his.
"Can't resist, can you?" He laughed into your mouth, feeling your nails dig into his back in retaliation.
"Shut up, Aerion." You hissed, his name on your tongue making him achingly hard. Still he kissed your neck, your jaw, took your clothes from your body and threw them to the floor. Grabbing hold of your breasts almost instinctively, his hand moulding around them perfectly, yet feeling so different in his hands.
He frowned, looking down at them. Two metal bars pierced through your nipples.
"These are new." He observed, now fixated on them. He didn't think you could get any hotter, and yet you kept pushing that boundary.
"Got them the day after I left you." You said it so casually, bringing him back down to Earth for a moment. You weren't his, not anymore.
Still, he fucked you like you belonged to him. Remembering just how to make you whimper and cry around him. Remembering just how to fuck you, hard enough to send you into a near paralysed state of climax. His touch changed once you both came, it became softer. More inviting. He didn't say a word as he helped you put your underwear back on, with his shirt. He walked you to the guest room, his hands cradling your cheeks as he stared down at you.
You gulped, unable to rip yourself from the intimacy. The deepest parts of you were the strongest, and they clung onto him. Until he let you go, staining your minds alike with unanswered questions.
You tried being friends with Aerion, the weird, feverish intimacy between you both felt like the catalyst in this decision. But it had been wrong. Aerion cursed himself for ever agreeing to it. He watched you for months, flirting with other guys, listening to you telling Daeron about your latest Hinge match. So he retaliated, because it was in his nature to act out. And got himself a stand-in girlfriend.
His heart nearly failed him when you invited them both on a double date. Sitting across from you, watch your date of the month try to feel you up as you excitedly spoke to your stand-in. Yes, your stand-in. Aerion had long ago admitted there wouldn't be another you. So now he was subject to an eternity of torture, watching men paw at you like you were theirs.
He drowned himself in drinks, giving a stale smile to the girl at his side as she joked about him. Feeling your foot drag up and down his leg, your voice not wobbling as you inched up to his thighs. But he could barely maintain his breath.
He excused himself to buy another drink, moments after you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. And as he waited for his terrible cocktail, he felt his phone buzz.
You: I'm at your car, hurry up. I'm so cold, my nipples are cutting holes in my dress.
Aerion wasn't one for remorse, except for where it concerned you. So ditching his date to shove you into the backseat of his car was easy, ripping your dress from your body was even easier. You were so willing for him to touch you, your back arching into him as he kissed your chest.
"You piss me off." He panted against your skin, his words and actions out of sync.
"Why?"
"You know how desperate I've been for you?" He urged, not bearing to look at you as he fumbled with his belt.
"Poor baby." You taunted him, pinching at his cheek.
He wasted no time burying himself within you, hearing your cry as you look all of him. He grabbed at your breasts, your jaw, whatever gave him control over you. Stealing it from you once again.
"That fucking shirt," he hissed, eyes closed in ecstasy, "had to use it and think of you. You know how fucking humiliating that is? How fucking desperate I am for you?"
Aerion was ruining you in more ways than one. Not just splitting you open, fogging the windows around you. But emotionally, tearing the wounds open to bleed for him again. Clouding your mind with sweet words, gentle touch, anything to forget the reason he was your ex.
