Tom Hiddleston x Male! Reader Smut/Fluff Oneshots/ Imagines

Reading and cuddling with Tom on a rainy day

It's Been storming and raining all day here so i thought I'd write about it.

What to expect:
Cuddling
Coffee/tea
Fluff
Tom being absolutely adorable

Enjoy
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Your POV

I woke up next to my boyfriend to the gentle sound of raindrops hitting the roof and windows. I rubbed my eyes and looked out the glass pane to the gloomy gray sky that loomed outside the comfort of my home. Stretching, I stepped out of bed and quietly walked to the kitchen to make some coffee/ tea for me and my sleeping boyfriend. I never understood why I did, but I always enjoyed rainy days like this. It's just something about how the atmosphere of everything changes. Everything feels so much more cozy and laid back, I don't have to worry about doing anything, and I get to spend the day with Tom. Speaking of Tom, I was boiling tea/coffee when I felt his arms wrap around my waist and stomach, hugging me from behind.

"Good morning baby, you're up early."

"I thought I'd surprise you with tea/coffee, (I keep writing that cuz Idk what you guys prefer.) since it's raining out side and I was hoping we could chill and watch a movie or something."

"That sounds wonderful love."

I set a timer for when the drink would be done, and walked to meet up with my boyfriend on the couch. I sat next to him and he leaned on me, closing his eyes and sighing in content.

"So darling what do you wanna do today?"

"I don't really know. I kinda want to stay here and cuddle with you for hours."

I kissed his forehead and heard the timer go off, making Tom jump, and making me hide a laugh from his reaction. I handed him a cup of tea/coffee, and went to grab a book for us to read. Tom loved reading to me, and I loved listening to him reading each sentence. Sometimes he'd act out scenes and sometimes I'd fall asleep from his comforting voice. He loved reading poems and Shakespeare to me, I always let him chose the book. I chose a poem this morning, since it was a personal favorite of mine. "The Raven," by Edgar Allen Poe. (You can put any poem name here if you have a favorite and just skip the actual quotes if you want to) I handed him the paper copy I had of it and we cuddled under a blanket while he read,

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
                           Only this, and nothing more."

His voice soothed me into relaxation, as he read more. I stopped trying to pay attention to the poem itself but to my lovers voice, his angelic monotone voice as he read stanza after stanza. (If you don't know what a stanza is it's basically a paragraph in a poem.)

"Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though they crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly Shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
                              Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

I sipped my tea/coffee and listened to the soft patter of the rain, and Tom's soothing voice, as I felt like time was stopped and me and Tom were the only people in the world.

"And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting,
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
                           Shall be lifted- nevermore!"

We had both finished our drinks and the sun was already setting.

"That was wonderful sounding love."

"We should take a shower and head to bed."

I put our cups in the sink and followed him to the bathroom. (This is fluff not smut so imma timeskip this part because you know how to imagine a shower)

I got in the bed next to my boyfriend and cuddled up behind him as the sound of the rain put us to sleep.

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I was really tired by the end of this chapter, that's why it's so short, but I hope you enjoyed reading about what I think rainy days with Tom Hiddleston would be like. Also if you ever wanna request any kind of Tom one shot or imagine I'll try mah best to write it.

Lil note: I would do anything to hear Tom read this poem. Either this or Tell Tale Heart. Idk I just enjoy poetry. And Tom Hiddleston's voice. Ik he's read other poems but if he has read this can someone plz tell me. Also if you read this far you get a cookie 🍪.