Obession is a way of life, not just a phase

A typical morning in the Harem of Sebastian Stan, not many people would understand how it began, but then for this home, everyone lived in harmony. A place of peace, love and understanding as everyone knew their role, and most of all, they loved and shared the same man.

Sebastian never thought he’d be in this kind of relationship. But he loved waking up as he looked to his left to see Nevey sleeping soundly, on his right was Momo hugging onto his chest. “Morning…” He brushed her purple hair from her face kissing her softly.

Momo moaned softly stretching her body into his, “No…” She held onto him tighter, “No morning, still sleepy.” She kept her eyes closed.

“I’m awake,” Nevey played a hand up his chest with a seductive smile, “Momo, you hogged the blankets again…”

Momo grinned, “I’m sorry,” Her eyes finally opening, “My glasses?” she rubbed her eyes lightly.

Sebastian laughed reaching to the shelf above the bed picking up the glasses handing them to her. “Here…” He watched her put them on, “Also you promised me a bunch of cookies.”

“I did,” she grinned, “Oh shit I did!” jumping from the bed she grabbed a random t-shirt from the ground, turning to find shorts, then stopped. “I’ll shower,” She froze seeing Emy standing at the door.

“You better hurry before Chelsea uses all the hot water…” Emy laughed, “Also who cleaned the kitchen last night?”

“That would be me.” Sebastian stared at Emy, “You forgot.” He raised his eyebrow at her.

Emy slowly stepped back to the door, “I, am, so…” She inhaled, “So, very sorry.” She held her hands together. “Forgive me?”

“We’ll see,” He exhaled looking to Nevey still cuddling to his side, “Should she be punished?” He asked her with a smirk.

Nevey glanced to Emy’s face, then Momo standing beside the bed putting her shorts on, “I, don’t know…” She wished for someone to help her, “I mean she’s been funny a while.”

“I think she’s forgotten her meds again,” Momo turned to Emy, “I’m not being mean, just honest.”

“I’ll check the medication cabinet,” He slowly got out of the bed, he walked out of the room, knowing all three of them were watching his bare ass leaving them in the room alone.

Emy snapped her attention to Momo, “I think you’re right.”

“I know I’m right,” She placed her hands to her hips looking to Nevey, “Was it your week to remind her?”

“Nope,” She stretched out on the bed like a cat, “It’s Shaf’s turn,” She yawned getting out the bed finding her dressing gown, “I helped last week.”

“I’m not that forgetful,” Emy said trying to think of the last time she remembered her medication. “Am I?”

Momo tapped her shoulder, “you can’t help it, it’s been a hard week.” She nodded, “Also you have been stressing about the book.”

“Shit!” Emy rushed from the room.

Nevey couldn’t help but laugh, “She forgot her editor zoom call today.” She pointed out as she walked to the door, “I’m going to make the coffee.” She left Momo in the room alone, she now started to pick up the dirty clothes putting them into the hamper.

Shaf stood in the large kitchen, she loved the view from the window of the woodland that surrounded the house, she smiled starting to make something for everyone to eat, partly for the fact she’d been trying to think of how today was going to pan out.

“Did Emy take her meds this morning?” Nevey asked heading to the coffee machine.

Shaf turned her face, “Yea,” She stopped, “But with her mind on her book deal, she’s been extra anxious about everything.” She shrugged, “You making coffee?”

“Yup,” Nevey let out a yawn again, “I’m just sore,” She smiled thinking of last night, “Just let you know Seb is going to be hitting the gym today.”

“Yup,” Shaf picked up the protein shake, “Also Momo has her doctor’s appointment at three,” She pointed to the day planner on the wall.

Momo walked into the kitchen when hearing her name, “Yea, just a random checkup,” She picked up a piece of bacon from the counter, “Also I am going to be in my writing mood today, so I’ll be in my office.” She looked over the kitchen, “I’m going to take my shower…”

“Think Chelsea is going to be using all the hot water.” Shaf giggled, “plus I think Seb just joined her.” She wiggled her eyebrow.

Momo walked over to the kitchen table sitting down, “I can wait,” She now glanced up to Nevey, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, just a little sore,” She sat down carefully, “I’ll be okay.” She looked over to Momo, then played her hand on the table. “I’ve got so much to do, and I have no motivation to do any of it.” She exhaled placing her head on the table. “My office is calling me.”

“Well, if we both work for an hour or so, we can go shopping before my doctor’s appointment.” Momo smiled, “And then we can get some stuff to make dinner tonight.” She brushed her hand to Nevey’s shoulder rubbing it lightly.

Nevey turned her head lightly, “I like that idea,” She couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m just simply happy.”

“I bet you would be,” Emy walked into the kitchen heading to the fridge taking out a bottle of flavored water. “I could hear you through the walls last night.” She sat down with them taking a sip from her drink. “My editor said that I’ve got to re write chapter seven again.” She grunted, “It’s getting frustrating.”

“Want me to help?” Momo stood up heading for the fridge to get a drink for herself, “I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Emy nodded, “Please.”

“We can all help,” Nevey got up going to the coffee machine, she took some mugs out pouring everyone out a coffee, by now she knew how everyone liked their coffee. “You should come shopping with Momo and me.”

“Might help,” Momo stood beside Nevey picking up a coffee mug with her name on, then Emy’s one. “You’ve not left the house in days.” She added as she placed the mug in front of her.

Emy sighed, “You’re right…”

“Can I come too?” Shaf asked holding her coffee mug, she looked hopeful to the other girls.

Nevey laughed, “Of course you can,” She placed her arm around her shoulder, “We can buy some new clothes, and just have a relaxing afternoon.”

“I like that,” Shaf drank some of her coffee, “I’m going to finish making breakfast, then I’m going to start cleaning the lounge.” She headed back to the hob to check on the eggs.

“I’m going to get ready for the day,” Momo finished her coffee heading out of the kitchen.

Emy sat at her desk looking over her chapter, she liked that her office looked over the pool and outside gym, she could see Seb was working on his arms today. Personally, she loved his arm days, so instead of focusing on her rewrite, she watched him lifting weights.

“Why is it so messy in here?” Chelsea laughed as she walked towards the desk.

Emy rolled her eyes, “I’m busy…”

“I can see that,” She stood beside the desk looking out the window, “I mean you’ve got so much inspiration.” Chelsea sighed seeing Sebastian lifting his water bottle taking a long drink.

A smile breaking over Emy’s face, “I can’t lie.” Her eyes focused on the window as Sebastian could see them watching him as he waved to them.

Chelsea bit her lip, “You doing okay?” She asked finding a chair to sit down.

“I’m good,” Emy glanced back to her laptop, then slowly turning to Chelsea, “I guess I thought writing a book would be more fun.”

“It’s work,” Chelsea laughed, “You need to put in the effort.”

Emy shrugged, “I know.” She played with her hair, “I need to buy some dye for my hair when we’re out.”

“Yea,” She glanced to her watch, “Momo and Nevey will be leaving soon.” She looked around the office. “Please tell me you’re planning on cleaning up.”

“I might,” She pointed, “No promises,” She glanced to where a pile of yarn was all over the floor, and other corner with her craft supplies. “No promises.”

Chelsea rolled her eyes, “I’m going to tell Seb.”

“Oh,” Emy grinned, “Please do…” Her eyes wide as she thought of how he would react to her mess.

She got the door, “You really like being punished.”

“Yup,” Emy closed her laptop, “I’m going to change before we leave.” She glanced around the room, “I need to buy hair dye.”

“You already said that.” Chelsea headed out the room with her, “And I’m going to get myself ready to leave.” She started to head to her bedroom.

Emy knew she wanted to look her best, she brushed her hands down her skinny jeans wearing an oversize t-shirt in black, she sat at the front door putting on her boots, she stopped as Momo picked up her ballet pumps, she glanced over to Emy raising her eyebrow. “You not trying on clothes?” She asked slipping her own shoes on.

“Na,” She finishing zipping up, “Just need to get hair dye.”

Momo glanced to Emy’s hair, “Changing colour already?” She laughed picking her jacket up, she felt good about her black leggings and tank top in purple, she put her jacket on.

“I’m bored,” She shrugged taking her hoodie, “Thinking yellow and orange,” She twirled the faded green hair.

Nevey laughed taking her coat, “You’ve only had it two weeks,” She playfully pushed Emy, “You need help?”

“Please, I don’t want to mess the back up,” Emy felt better about the day now.

Shaf pulled on her jacket on, “So, are we going to buy food for dinner too?” She picked up her bag.

“Yea,” Momo nodded, “I’m not going to be long in the doctor’s,” She found her bag, then looked to Nevey. “So, who’s driving?” Everyone looked to her, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Me,” She took the keys for their van.

“Has anyone told Seb we’re going out?” Chelsea asked as she put her coat on.

There was a long pause, “Maybe we should leave him a note.” Emy quickly rushed away from the front door.

Nevey took out her phone, “I’ll just message him in the group chat.” She watched Emy rushing back, “I’m just messaging him.”

“Good, cos I couldn’t find the whiteboard pen.” Emy headed out the front door towards the van. “Shotgun!” She shouted as she got to the front seat. “Well come on!” She

Everyone exiting the house, “Just don’t let her pick the music.” Chelsea opened the back door to the van getting in.

“Why?” Emy jumped into the front seat looking into the back at everyone, “I mean it’s a good song…” picking up the aux cable and putting it into her phone, she smiled as Scouting for girls she’s so lovely starts to play, it filled the van with music.

Momo laughed starting up the car, “I am letting her have her moment.” She carefully pulled out of the long driveway.

Rolling on your back you can feel the stream of light breaking in through the blinds, you can see you’re alone in bed as you try to find a way to see what time it is. You lifted your phone to see it was just a little after eight, you couldn’t help smiling to your engagement and wedding rings on your left hand, and knowing it was all real.

Silence lingering the air, you find your dressing gown getting off the bed, you cover up opening the blinds to the view from your window, the mountains were breathtaking as you place a hand to the glass and taking in the view.

“Good morning, Darling.” Tom said as you see his reflection in the window. “You sleep well?” He asked as he placed a tray of coffees down, he stepped behind you wrapping his hands around your waist pulling you in closer to his bare chest.

Closing your eyes you grin, “I slept well,” You rest into his body, feeling his hands playing on the opening of your dressing gown, his fingers starting to explore your stomach, running up between your breast and moving over your neck.

“I can tell…” He said as he moved your face to look at his.

You’re lost in his eyes, you could feel your heart racing at his touch, your knees weak as he brought your lips to his kissing you sweetly. “I always sleep better with you.” Your eyes lock onto his knowing the intense desire in them. “Tom…” you whisper feeling his lips tracing your throat.

Feather light touch over your breast, his fingertips linger on your nipple, his thumb and index finger rolling it into a soft tug.

You gasp into the sensation, his teeth nibble onto the nap of your neck where it meets the collarbone. “Yes, my sweet,” He purrs into your skin, his other hand travelling down your stomach. “My Darling wife…”

His words in your ear fill you with desire, he now was rubbing his fingers on your clit slowly up and down, the dressing gown had fallen open. You keep your eyes closed as he explored your body like a wonderland, and you couldn’t imagine yourself ever getting bored of his fingers lingering on you.

He spins you to face him now, opening your eyes feeling the burn of his stare, “I love you so very much.” His tone tense.

“I love you,” You feel his hands in your hair, he kisses you strong, and you now hold onto him tight, his body pushing you into the windowsill, and you can’t help but move your hands to his boxers pushing them off him.

Tom bites your bottom lip, taking your ass into his hand lifting you up onto the windowsill, your legs wrap around his hips as he pushes into you slowly at first.

Arching your back you feel all of him inside you, and holding his shoulders to keep you steady, he builds up speed.

Each push is pushing you to the edge, him kissing you quickly, your heart feels as if it’s in sync with his, you let out little moans of pleasure as he carries on kissing your neck, arching your back feeling the cool glass of the window against your now hot skin.

Wanting more, he doesn’t disappoint as you force your fingertips in his ass cheeks, you pull him in, wanting every inch of him inside you, you can feel it pulsing knowing he is holding back.

You take your hand into his hair, pulling it to force his eyes onto yours. Giving him the full power of your stare, you want to see his pleasure, you bit softly onto your bottom lips watching him, and taking hold of your orgasm, you wanted him to know you only cum for him.

He can’t contain himself anymore as you see his expression, grinning to the knowledge that he did this for you, and as you both come down from the high of ecstasy, he lightly kisses you. “Coffee?”

“Please,” You feel him stepping away from you as you carefully put your feet back to the group.

Admiring his ass as he walked to the tray he placed down, you take in the little welts in his ass from your fingernails.

Tom grinned as he handed you a mug, “We’ve got to get ready for our flight to Rome tonight.” He brushes some of your hair behind your ear as you hold the coffee close to your chest.

“I’m going to miss Scotland,” You tilt your head to one side, “I hope we can come back.” You sigh feeling him still watching your body.

He touches your cheek, “Wherever you want to be, I’ll be happy.” He picked up a mug for himself taking a sip of his drink. “But our Honeymoon,” He added with a grin, “Is my way to thank you for sticking with me.”

You glance up from your coffee, “You love your work, and I love you.” Feeling like this was the longest you two have been in each other’s company. “So, I could never be mad.” You brush a hand down your chest feeling the sweat on your skin, “But I need a shower before we pack for the airport.”

“Yes,” He drank more, “I’m so happy I found you.” He looks calm, he stands up looking towards the ensuite bathroom, “Care if I share your shower?”

You stand in front of a full length mirror, hands nervously running down the front of your dress. This is meant to be the happiest day of your life, a day all princesses wait for. He was going to be king of Asgard, and every woman wanted to be with The God of thunder.

This marriage had been arranged since you was a child, but as you’ve come to the palace you found yourself changing your mind.

He was rude, and he had a reputation that matched his title. The God of mischief, and he would always make sure you was annoyed with him, but you couldn’t help but wonder why you could never get him out of your head.

“Well, well, well…” He stood behind the mirror watching you, “My brother would be excited to rip that pretty dress off and ravish you.” He smirked getting closer to the mirror.

You exhaled, feeling yourself avoiding his eyes, “Loki, go bother someone who cares…” a blatant lie, you step away from the mirror heading to a vanity table to pick up the last pieces of jewelry, but you couldn’t ignore your heart starting to beat a little fast with him close.

“Hit a nerve?” He brushes your hair off your neck, “Oh,” He whispers so softly.

Feeling his warm breath on your exposed skin, you suck in a breath, your hand now holding onto your stomach. “Please…” You close your eyes feeling his fingers brushing over the back of your hand.

“Just say the words my pet.” His tone feather light on your ear, “Say them and we will run.”

You keep your eyes closed, “I can’t,” You step away from him, “I have to honor my family, show loyalty to the throne,” you finally look at his face. “Loki,” You reach to touch his face, but stop yourself, “My family made a promised to Odin, and if I run away…” You bite your lip.

“I don’t give a damn about my father!” He snapped, “And if you had any idea…” His eyes glazed over as he glared in your direction. “I know what your heart truly desires!”

“No,” You shake your head trying to regain some control of yourself, but you can’t stop him from grabbing hold of your face forcing you to look at him. “Loki, I can’t betray the king’s wishes.”

He kissed you, it was a moment of desperation as his fingertips gripped onto you, and all you could do was give into the feeling of his urgency. “You love me!” He pleaded as he pulled out of the kiss.

“It doesn’t matter!” You push him away from you, turning to pick up the vail you would be wearing as you walk to what you destined to do. “My heart doesn’t have a say in my fate.” You hold back the tears burning your waterline, you cover your face.

Loki was quick to your side, “Your heart means everything to me!” He took your hands from your face. “I want your heart, I want to protect it, heal it, love it.” He sighed, “I love you; I love you with all of me.” He cupped your face in his hand softly, and his eyes were wide, you had never seen this side of Loki.

You place your hands over his, feeling the tears breaking free and falling down your cheeks, “I do love you…” You inhale, “But we both know your father will tear all nine realms down to punish you.” Your hands carefully pull his away from your face. “I would rather die a thousand deaths; I’d rather live my life in a loveless marriage…” You sucked in a jagged breath, “I’d rather do all of that, than see one second of you being hurt.” You keep hold of his hands, “I’m so sorry…” You let his hands go, “I’m promised to Thor, and no matter how I feel, I have no say in that.”

“I can’t witness this!” Loki took a step back, “I won’t watch you marry my brother knowing the truth!” He turned walking away from you.

Feeling yourself fall to the ground, you hold onto your chest feeling the pain ripping through you, in the end you knew that for one second you would call his name, run with him, but the logical part of you knew the anger of Odin. You curled onto the floor holding yourself together as you can no longer control your heartache.

“(y/n) …” You hear her sweet voice.

Frigga’s arms held you close, “I’m so sorry,” You can’t stop your sobs, your body shivering in her arms as she comforts you. “I’ve ruined the dress…” you tried to speak, but your words are hard to understand between your cries of pain.

She waits for you to calm, her fingers brushing your hair. “You are not a sacrificial lamb,” her words tender, “I know how you feel about my son.” Her eyes searching deeply into your own. “I feel the love he has for you.”

“But Thor…” you whisper feeling scared.

Frigga shook her head, “He will understand,” She smiled, “My sons may not always see eye to eye, but they love each other, and Thor would only want to see his brother happy.” Her hand brushed the tears from your eyes. “Go be with him.”

“But Odin?” You said quickly.

Her finger over your mouth, “Let me worry about my husband.” She smiled, “Go find the prince your heart truly desires.” She helps you to your feet.

You bite your lip, you feel like you’re getting given a new hope, “I…”

“Do not worry little one,” She waved her hand changing your dress, from the cream coloured wedding dress, to an emerald green dress with black and gold trim. “Go now.” She pushes you to the direction that Loki ran to.

Walking across the Bifrost, feeling your heart tight in your chest, but for the first time you know you’re doing the right then. You stop seeing him sitting on the step staring towards the wall. His back hunched as his hands cradle his hair.

“Loki…” You say softly, feeling scared of what he might do.

He stood up swiftly pushing his hand back, his eyes locked onto yours, then over the dress you wore. “What are you doing?”

You take steps towards him carefully, “I am so sorry.” You start watching as he takes the steps towards you. “I nearly made the biggest mistake of my life.”

“How?” He said making his way to you, his eyes never leaving your face, “Why?” He got to you keeping himself together.

You reach for his face, “Your mother is a very wise woman,” You smile, “And I am but a simple fool for almost letting you go.” Feeling your hand caress his cheek, he leans into your touch as he places his forehead to yours.

“My dear,” He closes his eyes, “I hope that when I open my eyes, this is not a dream.” He brushes his lips gently to yours, his lips embracing your bottom lips, lightly he sucks on it, feeling your lips open to lightly run his tongue over yours, his hands holding your waist as you pull your body to his.

Loki let for a second opening his eyes looking deeper into yours, “This is reality.” He speaks, but his eyes were saying more than his words ever could.