#unhinged women make the heart go brrrr

[kassandras-one-braincell]

warlord!soma has been plaguing my thoughts for like days now. just…sitting in between her spread legs with your head on one of her thighs while she strokes your hair like a good little pet?? doing it while she casts her judgement on whatever poor fool was brought before her?? the raw power and fear she exudes that’s only softened for her love??

i want this woman to do whatever she wants to me

Hhhhhh morally questionable AUs are my weakness.

Warlords never keep anything around for long if they don't have any purpose. To an outsider, you might appear a lost cat, all docile by her feet while her hand toys with your hair. A spoiled cat, no doubt, if the furs you're perched atop is indicative of anything.

But to Soma, you're indispensable; her rivals have land and gold, armies and trade deeds, but none of them have somebody completely and utterly submissive to them in the way you are to her. Your docility is testament to her dominion. You are a symbol of her power.

Of course, noblemen are stupid. Some stupider than others, like the poor sod who insinuated that you were a possession, one to be passed around after her meeting adjourns like a harlot, because "what other use is there" for you?

The other men at the table exchange knowing looks amongst themselves. Soma's hand pauses momentarily before smoothing over the top of your head, gently beckoning you to lean against her leg so she can massage your temple, rubbing away the tension there as you struggle to contain your emotions at his implication. She never raises her voice - it isn't necessary with the fear she commands, and doing so would only upset her sweet love further.

Within moments, he's grovelling. Kneeling, the pathetic bastard, pleading ignorance as if it would save him from her wrath. She doesn't need to tell her men to drag him away; they know where to take him to await a slow, agonising death by her hand.

The second her ears pick up on a hitched breath escaping from your lips, the table is dismissed. There's an air of relief about the other noblemen as they all but scurry out of the longhouse. As much as Soma revels in an excuse to tear a person apart, this time there is a cost: her darling is fighting back tears. You're too good for her, she thinks, as she kisses away your qualms, reassuring you that you complete her. That bastard can rot in his cell until you're sleeping soundly in her arms, in a bedchamber fit for a goddess - she'll be damned if you deserve anything less. Only then will she slip away to exact his punishment. There's a hefty blood price to pay for insulting her love.

#it's 2am and my eyes are too tired to find any mistakes here oops #but i love warlord soma #unhinged women make the heart go brrrr #soma x reader #soma jarlskona #soma jarlskona x reader #❀ sugar and spice ❀