Jon Snow

Aqua: Top or bottom?

Azure: What’s your biggest turn-on?

Baby Blue: Have you ever had sex with someone of the same gender?

Carolina: Have you ever had sex with someone of a different gender?

Cerulean: What’s your biggest turn-off?

Cyan: What’s your sexual orientation?

Cobalt: Rough or soft?

Cornflower: Are you a virgin?

Denim: Are you naturally submissive or dominant?

Electric: Do you prefer lingerie to regular underwear?

Indigo: Do you like phone sex?

Lapis: What’s your best fantasy?

Midnight: Are you into role-play?

Oxford: Have you ever had sex with more than one person?

Periwinkle: Do you use toys often?

Persian: Would you do public sex at all?

Powder Blue: Vanilla sex or spiced up?

Prussian: Confess a kink to me?

Royal: What’s your favourite position?

Sapphire: When was the last time you had sex?

Sky: Do you read smut/watch porn?

Teal: Where was the strangest place you ever had sex?

Tiffany: Would you/do you do sex work?

Turquoise: Have you ever taken part in group sex?

True: Do you remember your first time?

Ultramarine: Do you do/enjoy oral?

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jon is definitely a bit more vanilla than i usually play. he has little/no interest in casual sex, and i’m sure with more time to get into things he will discover more of what he likes and doesn’t. 

as of now jon really enjoys being dominant in intimate situations. he also likes public/semi-public sex and other variations of intimacy that are taboo, sneaking around and the thrill of it was something jon has grown from finding absolutely frightening to enjoying. just as jon really doesn’t enjoy casual sex he places a strong emphasis on very overwhelming and powerful connections, as a result of this worship and rushed sex are def on the menu. 

She hated the fact that she couldn’t quite CRACK him, sighing as she rolled her eyes at him, a shiver leaving her at his words, trying her best to ignore it, flipping her red hair out of the way. “I can’t OUTRUN you in these heels, but I can tell you how boring it would be, following me around for the rest of the night when you COULD be grabbing a beer or two at the pub.”

Shit. Jean would have never forgave herself if she didn’t help the stranger, but it was quite obvious he knew of her doppelganger, enough to be this familiar with her. She let him use her arm although she was shaking, and not from the cold. She had not been confronted very much about her name, except for the first time she was mistaken for Sansa. Since then, she had been the one to use the name for something she needed, not wanted. Now that Jean was comfortably settled, and isolated, she was attempting to be self sufficient in the harsh, cold climate.

She figured she wasn’t going to have to address her similarity with Lady Sansa Stark anymore, and that whatever she had gotten with the other’s good name, would be small change and unnoticeable. The redhead was chewing her lip as she contemplated how exactly she was going to tell the truth, but in the meantime, she needed to get him to her small place of residence. As soon as she was sure he was steady, she began to move slowly, letting him take a step to follow her.

She swallowed at the lump in her throat before attempting her reply to his question, “I’m not Sansa Stark, but I can explain if you’ll let me. It… It’ll probably be easier if I show you instead of tell you. I know this may sound weird and strange, but I have telepathy. I’m not sure if you know what that is, but essentially I can communicate to other people’s mind with my own mind. May I please show you?”

jon felt lightheaded, untethered to his own feet and ready to drift away at a moments notice. as he stood and stepped alongside sansa he felt the effort it took for each move much worse than a healthy jon might’ve. when the girl spoke the way in which jon’s head whipped to the side left him tightly squeezing his eyes shut in some effort to focus on remaining upright. eventually they fluttered open the look left on his face was one of slight amusement but also confusion. 

this was certainly a very strange time for his sister to take to joking. considering the pale tone to jon’s face and the uneasy way in which he moved, she might have had better luck saving such things for later. still he mustered up some smile and a weak attempt at a chuckle. his head tilting to the side as he answered, “please sansa, do show me how you communicate with the minds of another.” 

I hate myself

She pulled back from him, eyes DRINKING in his features as she let him take her hand, following him through the gardens that eventually fed out into the alley. Her lips parted at her sister’s name. Of COURSE, Jon would ask about her, she was easily his favourite, after all. She shook her hand in response. “I haven’t seen her since father was ARRESTED–” she began, shaking her head. She could only hope that her sister was SAFE and managed to get out of King’s Landing alive. Her eyes adjusted to the DARKNESS that surrounded them, sighing as she gripped hard on his hand.

“This CAN’T be easy,” she choked out, shaking her head. While she knew that Jon was a skilled swordsman, she was a hostage at King’s Landing. Him DESERTING the Night’s Watch would have dire consequences, their own father would have executed any deserter that had taken the black wen he was still alive. “If Cersei FINDS us– she will kill us both,” she couldn’t help the tremble in her tone when she spoke, a sigh leaving her lips. “I’m scared, Jon,” she admitted, her gaze leaving his.

where had jon’s RECKLESSNESS been in all the years before now? following after his brother and friends, drinking too much ale, saying all the right things to the wrong women? it was a foolish question to ask now, of course the young snow knew the answer. every frivolous and hazardous moment was lost somewhere in the south along with his rightful last name. instead he’d spent his days on harmless adventures and duels, hiding within winterfell’s walls as far from CATELYN as he could manage. now every dangerous decision lost was forming itself then and there into a creature with it’s own mind, the sum of whose existence was this single moment underground. how many shoulders could lose their heads because he couldn’t do what he was supposed to just one more time? and how little that risk mattered to him now. the threat of a thousand LIONS and an army of CROWS was nothing. NOTHING. compared to the danger of leaving his sister’s within the new king’s reach. 

he stepped closer to sansa, “it ISN’T”. dark eyes searched his sister’s trying so hard to convey comfort. “none of this can be easy and they made it so”. his hand moved upward and rested on her shoulder, “but when did father ever teach us to do what was EASY?” he half smiled, heart stung by the memory. 

There was that name again, Sansa. The few people Jean had encountered around this place all seemed to call her that name, and she pitied the woman it belonged to. There were things that Jean needed, that she couldn’t go without in this world, and to gain them she had used Sansa Stark’s good name. If the man who needed help knew her, odds far from her favor that he would look kindly to her impersonating the Stark woman. The real question was if he would even live to be disappointed in her?

There was no time and Jean had no supplies to treat a wound like this as a simple human. Fortunately, she wasn’t a human, but she had not tested any of her new powers here. She wasn’t even sure where here was, let alone if she still retained the sheer amount of power she had before. There was no time like the present to test it out though, as there was a life that wasn’t her own hanging in the balance. 

Slowly, the trees around them withered as she felt their life force move through her veins and into her hands. Soon, the life there left her body, surging into Jon. She doubted the man was conscious any longer, and she had not been talking after he said Sansa’s name. His skin soon repaired itself, no doubt the organs beneath it repaired as well. Once the wound was fully closed she positioned herself underneath his arm, preparing to carry the man as he was likely still in shock from his previous blood loss.

“That should take care of what was troubling you. Can you hear me? Can you walk?”

the numb pain that resided in his shoulder and was slowly spreading rapidly subsided, leaving behind only a numbing buzz. whatever the new sensation meant, good or bad, jon was greatful for the repose. there was no part of his rational brain lucid enough to ask the question of how the relief came so suddenly. whether it be blood loss or by another force. jon was reduced to his most basic senses, pain, comfort, the sound of sansa’s voice were all that tethered him to himself while the remainder of what was jon floated through limbo. 

soon he was released from the frozen state of relief, eyes fluttering open under icy dark lashes. the sound of sansa’s voice was processed long before her words reached him and he began to sit up. sudden confirmation that it had been more than a figment of his imagination, more than dying reverie. 

Sansa shook her head in response, ROLLING her eyes as she huffed out a breath. “Maybe I’m getting a TATTOO or something,” she shrugged easy. “– or buying the morning after pill. Regardless of what I’m going to do, that’s really NONE of your business, now, is it?” she cocked an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest, giving him a bit of a once-over. 

“You think you’re CLEVER, don’t you?” Sansa resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the male, huffing out a breath as she shook her head, her eyes falling to his features for a few moments, shaking her head. “You could tell my father that you went with me. I’ll meet back with you at that pub,” she nodded across the street.”Maybe in an HOUR, an hour and a ‘half?”

Jean knew what winters were like, and so even the harsh cold of what these people called the North, was little nuisance to her. Her body ran hot, likely due to her powers within. The landscape of this place was unreal to her though, and she took any chance she could to just walk through the untamed forests of the realm. She didn’t know much about it, or about how much of her own universe was similar, but she was sure blood on the ground was not something she would normally see. She gazed around, attempting to decipher which direction it had came from, and if someone was in need of aid. When her eyes were failing her, she reached out with her mind, faintly detecting one nearby.

Something inside of her sprang to action, and she wasn’t sure if it was the doctor in her, or the X-Man. It didn’t matter as she dashed through the woods, narrowly avoiding low branches hidden beneath the snow. Some of the higher branches even managed to lightly scrape into her skin, but she knew she would be fine. What mattered was that someone was surely going to die if she didn’t reach them soon, she could tell that much by the sheer amount of blood she found on her way.

When she could feel herself getting closer, she begun to call out in her mind as well as with her words. First, her telepathic voice would say Hello?! Then she would follow by her voice, “Hello?! Are you okay?”

She could tell she was getting closer as she begun to feel the other’s thoughts began to grow clearer, but they were growing faint. If she did not hurry, they would not live. That was when she made out a mess of dark leather and furs against the trees, and soon the figure stilled. She continued to run to them, eventually making out dark curls and pale skin. As she approached, her voice seemed to fail her as she immediately reached for their clothing. If she did not do something to stop the bleeding now, they wouldn’t be able to make somewhere else for her to finish her work.

jon heard a familiar voice, though he was unable to distinguish whether it came from the frozen wood surrounding him as he laid drifting off in the snow or from his imagination. drifting in and out of consciousness he heard the voice again. dark hair clung frozen to his forehead, and his eyesight poorly revealed to him the blurred figure of his sister. his voice was reaching, drifting helplessly away from him as he called out weakly, “sansa.” 

the wolf felt warm hands somewhere on his chest, whether they were near the wound in his shoulder he couldn’t distinguish. his senses were failing and falling together as he bled out into the blinding snow.