Jon Snow

Kinktober — Day 21

Hate Sex

Siege of Castle Black — the field is a graveyard, bodies frozen black in the snow, smoke curling through the night. You could be anyone — wildling, traitor from his ranks, or simply a survivor — when you straddle Jon, hands at his throat. He surges, dragging you down the slope until he pins you hard, dagger at your neck, gray eyes burning.

"Thought you could end me here?"