House

obsessive vincent! who insists you sit on his lap while he works, or tangled around his waist with your head in his neck, holding you with one arm, the other sculpting.

obsessive vincent! who gets you cockdrunk and incoherent, a babbling mess while he heats up the metal tool he uses to carve his name into wax, signing his name under your collar bone while you struggle beneath him.

jealous vincent! who gently slaps his brothers hands away when they touch you, not even letting lester near you without him with how he looks at you.

jealous vincent! who gets offended when your with his brothers too long, signing a sad

but your mine?

his head fell from betrayal, body sluggish as he pulls you out of Bo’s room, you swear it’s nothing serious, and your just talking, but he’s grumbling angry growls.

obsessive vincent! who constantly craves your touch, confused why you don’t want to be there while he’s waxing someone, demanding you at least stay in the room.

obsessive vincent! who tenses every time you leave the bed for whatever reason at night, eyes wide and unable to go back to sleep until your back, tightly secured in his arms. what if a wanderer took you? he’d listen closely to your footsteps until your back in bed.

obsessive vincent! who fills up his sketchbooks with drawings of you, wax sculptures of your face, hands, every part of you filled his room.

jealous vincent! who gets annoyed when his brothers offer making you food, or even sharing theirs, insisting he knows what you like better.

obsessive vincent! who constantly gives you little gifts, things made of wax, flowers he found, little doodles and notes, sometimes animal bones, weird, but thoughtful i guess.

obsessive vincent! who doesn’t let you leave the house without him, following you wherever you went.

obsessive vincent! who’s always staring and admiring you, running his dirty hands over your features delicately, studying all of you.

obsessive vincent! who when not sculpting or drawing, spends his time writing for you, long paragraphs of how he feels. it’s usually dramatic and sad, how he needs you badly when your just sleeping, but doesn’t want to wake you. on rare occasion it’s almost happy, sweet words about how you bring him comfort.

obsessive vincent! who gets tense when you ask about visiting your family, even after years he’s offended you want to see them

why? you have me?

jealous vincent! who pins you to his bed by your wrists after you get too close to his brothers, forcing you to take his too-big cock, spending hours attacking your bruised cervix so you can’t leave his bed, so that you depend on only him.