I'm Anna

Stories accompanied by some of my comfort characters.

[just-callmeanna]

Safe Space- Chris Evansxfemlistener Fic

Safe Space- Chris EvansxfemReader Fic/Fluff-comfort

Summary: you had an awful day but Chris is always there to keep you safe and warm.

It had been a long day, you had a lot to do, little time, stress and anxiety, which didn't help much to say the least. Specifically today was one of those days when you felt like you were too overwhelmed by your own thoughts and felt down without knowing why; as if your emotional stability was an unpredictable and violent roller coaster. When you finally got home and let go of all the weight you were carrying, you headed to the kitchen to find Chris preparing some dinner while dancing to the rhythm of “uptown girl”. You saw him standing there and couldn't help but run up to him and hug him from behind, hooking your hands over his chest.

“Hey, hi my love, how are you, how was your day...?”-He asked while paying attention to the mix of vegetables he was chopping, pretty much focused on what he was doing, as you tried to find a coherent answer a lump formed in your throat and in spite of parting your lips to pronounce any word, nothing came out and at the moment he noticed you didn´t answered he turned in your direction, pretty much worried by now... -”hey...Are you ok honey?” - he pronounced with his gentle and kind tone. Again, you tried to part your lips to answer, but in a matter of seconds your voice broke completely and suddenly started to cry, feeling the urge to sink in his embrace, sticking your cheek to his back so he wouldn't see you sob- “Hey, hey, what happened honey, don't you feel good?” -. Suddenly he grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed you against his chest knowing that you needed to get everything off your chest first so the both of you could talk more calmed. He held you securely in his arms as he gently caressed the skin of your face with his fingertips and brushed the tears from your eyes and made you feel better. - “Shh, everything is okay sweetheart, breathe”. A few more minutes passed like that until your breathing finally regulated a little.

- Well, now that you are that you can breathe properly, tell me, you´re okay now or maybe you need to sit down and talk about what happened, maybe a couple of cuddles or better have dinner and talk about it later... just tell me how you need my support now love?  - he pronounced as he gently brushed a lock of hair away from your face and gently nudged your cheek with his nose in a playful way that only he knows you pretty much love. -Could you hold me... please- you uttered softly with some regret. Immediately and without another word he pulled you aside for a moment, turned off the stove and immediately carried you in his arms as if you just weighed as much as a bunch of grapes and took the both of you to  the bedroom you shared finally,. He putted you very gently under the blankets and then layed down beside you and pulled you closer to his chest if it was humanly possible. .

-I love you..." with his fingers under your chin he pushed lightly to make you lift your gaze to meet his. -You are my special girl, my princess, the woman of my dreams, the owner of my breath and my every thought. You are the one who gives meaning to my life... and I hope I can be the one who makes you feel safe and loved you as much as you deserve- He left a couple of kisses on my nose and cheeks interrupting the path of my tears. - My priority is to make you feel loved, desired, protected, listened to, reassured.

you snuggle more into his chest if it is still possible; in his arms you felt so small, but at the same time safe. With more security I separate yourself a little from the space between his chest and make a light traverse pressing small kisses from his neck to his lips -You are all I need, you´re my home-.

Closing your eyes again you snuggled back into his arms releasing in a sigh the weight you felt on your chest. you felt him shift a little and let go of the blanket covering me up to your neck. -I'm going to bring dinner and after we eat we can watch any movie you want. - And after a short kiss on the forehead he left the room. This man is definitely the best thing in your life.

When he came back, he left a small table with a hot plate of pasta and a small glass of wine. You two ate dinner in silence, placidly while "Dirty Dancing" was playing on the TV. the both of you finished eating and layed down together with the intention of finishing the movie, but who were you kidding; both fell asleep too soon to even see the end, but to be honest, it's impossible to beat sleep in those conditions: being in the arms of the one you love, the warmth of the blankets, a full stomach and the feeling that you were perfectly alright in his embrace.

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Hi sweets ;),I hope you´re having a great weak and I really hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote too. Again I´m opened to comissions or ideas you have. Love you all. xoxo

[just-callmeanna]

Just a Little bit drunk-Tom HiddlestonxReader Fic.

Just a little bit drunk (Tom Hiddleston) / Fluff-Spicy

Summary: After a little argument, Tom comes back after a few drinks to clear his mind, ready to apologize and make it up to you one way or another... 

It's finally Friday afternoon... you've been working on a production all week as a asistant designer; every night the theater fills up, you prepare the actors, give them they need and make sure they go on stage with the right elements. It's been a long week and you’re feeling really exhausted but what has dragged you to rock bottom the most has been your discussions with Tom...it was stupid of him to claim that you’re boss was flirting with you when he was just complimenting  your work and inviting you and the rest of the crew to lunch, but maybe the two of you took it too far because of the pressure of the week and because you really haven't spent much time together since you started working at the theater. It's almost 7:30 p.m. and you finally, miraculously make it home. The storm that is raging in London almost leaves you stranded at the theater. You finally enter Tom’s apartment and hear absolutely nothing, which makes you feel strange, usually Tom always arrives home earlier but there’s nothing, the only thing you can perceive is Bobby jumping happily from one side to the other greeting you all excited...

-Hi Bobby, how are you doing buddy?, who's a good boy, huh? - you say excitedly as you let him run around the room. You scan the whole place looking for him, but there's not a single trace... - Where's daddy, huh? Did he left you alone, poor baby! - As if he understands, he lets out a pitiful little growl and licks my nose. - All right, take it easy Bobby, he should be here in a little while, okay? Let's go get your food. - He excitedly runs after you heading to the kitchen. you open the cabinet and just before you can get his food you hear a clumsy clatter of a set of keys on the door and still it won't open so you turn to get it and there he is, trying to stand, but stumbles awkwardly in the attempt.

-Hello dear..." He says with a regretful expression, almost like a puppy dog or like a child who just broke something. - Are you drunk? - You ask with obviousness and a bit of annoyance as you past by his side. - No... weeell maybe I'm a little drunk but I-I´m also really, terribly sorry my love, youuu deserve more than this as an apology, but *hic, I was with Bennedict and Chris and well both were a little tense so we had a little bit of whiskey, and cognac... and maybe a little bit more vodka... m-my point honey is that I'm really sorry, you don't deserve that I-I do this to you. -you can only accept his attempt of apology while you help him stay on his feet so he doesn't end up hurt or something worst. - “For God's sake William you need a shower..." you say still annoyed amd try to get him to look at you. -You're right honey. - he says all flirty and cheeky while stumbling his way to the bathroom... you need to go after him, but suddenly remember that the door is still open so you go back to close it and make sure Bobby is inside so then you can catch up with him in the bathroom.

When you get there, the picture in fornt of you just warms your heart too much... because when you enter the bathroom you can only see him there, standing under the incessant waterflow of the shower, still with his refined suit on, leaning his back against the wall, with his eyes fixed on the floor and then directing his beautiful deep blue orbs towards you. -”What are you doing? You're getting all wet, you're going to ruin your suit..." you move a little closer to help him out of the shower, but in a little careless move he graciously takes you by the arm, drags you with him under the hot water and presses your against his soaking wet body and then cradles your cheek in his right palm and pulls into a soft, slow and delicate kiss that perfectly replaces an apology, a lot better than words definitely. When you separate he carefully takes your face with both hands and stares at oyur eyes for a couple of seconds... "I love you" he says finally in a smooth whisper. As an instinct you put your arms around his firm shoulders and tangle your fingers in the soft curls at the back of his neck that by the light reflect look a beautiful copper tone... -”I love you too... and by the way, you are very adorable when you are drunk but this is too much don't you think"- you laugh and say subtly.

"Nooough"- He replies lengthening the monosyllable accompanied by his thick and charming British accent (which drives anyone who hears it crazy) despite having an awkward and playful tinge in his voice.

He kisses you again, but this time he firmly holds one of his hands on your waist making the separation between your bodies disappear and then he lowers his thin lips to the space on your collarbone and breathes with a torturous slowness. -I'm sorry you have to see me like this, I know you don't like when I drink..." you try to utter a word, anything even coherent but the only thing that escapes your lips is an unconscious sigh in reaction to the touch of his lips on your skin accompanied by a small laugh. Feeling your skin burning at the touch of his warm breath doesn't help and your anger simply fades to the background. -”I'll make it up to you my love, I'll do whatever you want..." immediately your face changes into a mischievous one and something makes a little "click" in your head. -That little sparkle in his eyes made you understand that there were a thousand ideas going around in his head, each one more exciting than the last, even though he didn't know what my plan really was.you finally turn off the shower, grab him by the wrist and try to guide him between stumbles to our room. No matter how soaked he is, you push him lightly making him fall on the bed.

Even seeing him like this, with an air of defeat, the mischievous smile on his face, the rhythm of his breathing and his alluring charm seduce you and make your heart skip a bit.

you gently make your way to the closet you share and wander a bit through his clothes until you find a black tie and take it from the drawer. You return to the bed and settle on top of him with your legs on either side of his hips. Gently taking his hands and bringing them over his head to the headboard of the bed and cutting the distance between, letting your own breaths collide,You trace his lips with yours playfully causing a light husky chuckle to linger in his chest. -”If you wanted to torture me... you're succeeding honey, mmm," he lets out a sigh. you take the tie, pass it under his hands awkwardly and make an improvised knot tying it to the headboard of the bed and take the opportunity to trace a path of wet kisses from his neck, to his firm chest and his finely sculpted torso; continuing without any modesty to his member in a slow path of soft and endless kisses until you have it completely between your lips and with each rhythmic movement tearing from his throat moans as delicious and harmonious as his voice is, panting and breathy as he pronounces your name, begging for more until after a few minutes sucking and playing hard on him he finally cums with a "Fuck Sweetheart" accompanied by a few broken moans and whimpers just to be replaced for some pleading and dirty whispers of how good your mouth feels around him. You face him again, sharing a lustful and needy kiss while your hands found their way to the buttons to finally undress him entirely. With no hesitation you guide his cock to your entrance and get all the way down, stealing another heavy moan while you started to move at the perfect pace, rocking your hips back and forward against his.

It is what you both needed so bad; spending the night together again, your bodies joining in a perfect, sensual rhythm that would last all night long until you were left in each other's arms, wishing that the calm and blissful state you were in, would last at least another lifetime. Because you are his and he is yours.

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Hi, So I´m Anna... This is my first short fic and I really hope you liked it. If you did please let me know. I´m open to comissions of course and all the ideas you have. Love you Sweets ;)