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. . . cw: strangulation, choking, biting, slapping, minor blood warning, slapping, forced submission, voyeurism, exhibitionism, the reader is sort of 'used' as a means for diluc to show his dominance . . .
It hasn't been even a week since the new servant settled into the Ragnvindr mansion and, oh boy, was master Diluc tired of his presence already. He wouldn't have had a problem with him if he hadn't gone to steal all his darling's attention. How he hated to see you two chit-chat as though you were lifelong best friends. It made his blood boil. The way your cheeks tinted red when the servant complimented on the outfits Diluc picked out for you, how your chest erupted in a giggle every time he recited an overused joke, how your eyes lingered a little too long on someone who wasn't your spouse. Had he not known you so well he might have thought his angel sweetheart was doing it on purpose to stir him up. He immediately revoked that thought from his mind. How absurd of him to even so dare to assume his darling of such an unfair game... wasn't it? And yet, as days passed, the conversations between the two of you only grew longer and comfortable. The playful pushes whenever the same, old jokes turned into something less professional, the sparkles in your eyes that just seemed to gleam a little brighter when he was around, and, Archons, that sweet, sweet look you gave him whenever his stare travelled just where your tight corset ended on your torso. It was driving Diluc insane.
Today he was rather annoyed by his servants' advances on his darling. Finally deciding to walk to the two of you. his aura looming dark even on a sunny day like this. The sun beamed harshly on your skin, which seemed to be glowing in that weather. If he hadn't been so mad, he would've definitely taken some minutes to admire your beauty. Once he had finally reached the two of you, he was expecting you to jump into his arms like always, however, it looked like you had different plans on this fatidic day. His fists clenched as you spoke "Can I help you?" the muscles of his face cringed, causing his eyebrow to twitch. Such dreadful eyes stared right through your pure, golden soul... or so he thought. "Follow me." He replied shortly, his tone not letting any space for objections. Bingo. A faint smirk grew, nearly invisible to the eye, seeing his scrunched eyebrows furrowed together, forearms so tense his veins were on full display, clenched the thirst of this overly hot day. "And what could be so important to interrupt me from my conversation?" you retorted. Oh, you fucked up, and you loved it. Your e/c sparkled in anticipation when you saw the vein on his neck pop up, jaw clenched as he spoke through gritted teeth. "Now." and with that, he started walking back towards the entrance of the winery. You contemplated whether to tease him further or to comply with his demands.
Opting for the latter you skipped behind your husband, not deigning the servant another look. He stood there dumbfounded. You found yourself smiling mischievously behind Diluc's back. Your plan really worked perfectly, though it took some time. Riling him up by fucking around with his newest recruit, the perfect opportunity.
"So... are you going to tell me what's happenin-" before you could finish your question, Diluc flung his studio's door open, dragging you inside and slamming you against it. His grip on your arm, bruising. His stare, deadly. Yet everything only excites you further. "Tell me darling, before I do something I could regret, what was going on in that little brain of yours to disrespect me- his grip tightened impossibly harder -like that? Flirting so shamelessly with my subordinate... did you perhaps lose your mind?"
