Prompt: Could you
write a Raph one where his s/o is in a random mood for major cuddles and he
gives in to her cravings for affection and practically showers her in it with
lots of fluff??? Thanks! 😄😄😄
You stared at your phone for a few long moments.
You needed cuddles. And you needed them now. You picked up your phone and
pulled up Raph’s contact and punched in a text.
Can you come over? Pretty, pretty
I’m looooonely. And booooored.
And…I really need someone to cuddle with.
ya think I’m some sorta personal teddy bear, shorty?
guys are gonna tease me.
Then don’t tell
if you’re worth gettin’ teased over…
I’m comin’. Give me a minute.
You love it.
know. Yer lucky I care.
You waited for the big buff turtle in red
to show up at your window. He wasn’t your boyfriend, despite the feelings you hoped he
shared. But God, you wanted him to
be your boyfriend. Personally, Raphael hadn’t asked you out for one reason: he
though he wasn’t good enough for you. You were pretty, smart, funny, and worst
of all…you were human. A
pretty, smart, funny human girl could have any guy on the face of the earth.
Why would you want a mutant reject that lived in the sewers?
But nonetheless, he showed up at your
window a few minutes later, heart pounding and extremely nervous for whatever
was going to come next. Sure, the two of you had had movie nights, but you had
never cuddled. Ever. He wasn’t even sure why you had asked him to come here to
satisfy your craving for touch.
Three taps on the window signaled his
arrival. You slid the window up and helped him clamber inside. He looked down
at you in your cute little Deadpool onesie. And though he tried to ignore it,
he couldn’t deny that you looked good in red. Really good.
“Well, you look
cozy.” He smirked. You smiled.
“Picked out a movie for us.”
“Oh yeah? Which one?”
“Are ya kiddin’ me?”
“Yer kiddin’ me. Didn’t that bomb?”
“Yeah, but…” you blushed at the thought
that ran through your head. “Nevermind. Just settle in. I’ll make the popcorn.
Wanted it to be fresh.”
He watched you run off to the kitchen while
he got settled in your bed. It creaked under his weight. God, sometimes he
forgot how heavy he was. How huge he was.
And then there was you, this delicate little flower that he was so scared he
Every time he thought about you, his heart
did a backflip. The mere inkling of you was enough to drive him crazy. The thought
of your tiny little hands in his, your tiny little feet and all of your
adorable human toes. And then came the thoughts of how your skin would feel
against his, how soft and silky it must be compared to his rough scales and
He exhaled a sigh, mentally scolding
himself. There was no reason to tease himself with something he couldn’t have.
“Comfy?” You asked, setting the popcorn on
the table beside your bed, which was pushed up against the wall. Raph was
hunkered into your mound of pillows, half laying down, half propped up.
“Y-yeah. Sure am.” He wanted to punch
himself for stuttering. You smirked a little and hopped into the bed beside
him, transitioning to a comfy position laying on top of him, head pressed
against his plastron. And there, thump-thumping in
his chest was his heart. You smiled as you listened to it hammer, faster and
faster with each second you were there with him. “Am I doin’ this right?”
“Doing what right?”
“You know…cuddlin’. Or whatever.” He
paused, exhaling a somewhat embarrassed breath. “I ain’t exactly a pro.”
“You’re doing fine.” You giggled.
“Just…here.” You pulled one of his muscular arms around your back and snuggled
deeper into his plastron. “Perfect.”
“All right. Good.” He grabbed a handful of
popcorn with his free hand and you started the movie.
“So which of ‘em’s yer favorite?” he asked
as the credits rolled. Your heart hammered. Here was the moment. The moment you
were hoping he would set up. And now you could finally take the opportunity
laid out before you.
“The Thing.” You replied casually. He let
out a little breath of surprise.
“Because…” You blushed as deep as Raph’s
mask. “I like my guys big and strong and a little rough around the edges.” You
shrugged. “But I mean, where would I ever find a
guy like that?”
“Yer sayin’…” It took him a few seconds to
put the pieces together. “Me. Ya…ya like me.”
“The reasons previously stated, and also:
you might not admit it, but you, Raphael, are a huge softy and I love that.”
“I ain’t soft.”
“Look at us right now.”
“And your eyes are gorgeous.”
“And you’re super buff and brave, and
you’ve saved the world like twice and-”
“Why not Leo?” Raph’s words caused a sudden
“Leo’s all ‘uh those things. He could treat
“Okay, but I don’t love Leo, Raph. I love you.”
“Y-you what?” Raph almost choked.
“I. Love. You.”
“I l-love you too.” He paused, mulling over
the exchange that had just gone down. “So then are we…are ya my girlfriend?”
“Do you want me to
be your girlfriend?”
“Then I think that answers that question,
boyfriend.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. And then it hit you. That was the
first kiss he had ever received. Ever. The blush that spread across his cheeks
only confirmed your theory. You were not going to let this moment pass without
taking it one baby step further. You pressed a soft hand against his rough face
and turned it to face you. His eyes darted from your lips back to your eyes and
he gulped, green eyes wide as you leaned closer to him.
Raphael decided in a single moment that
your lips were the softest things on earth. They were also the sweetest things
he had ever tasted, freshly coated in cherry lip gloss. Bright and red and now
they were his to kiss whenever he wanted. This night had taken an unexpected
turn indeed. But he couldn’t complain. He would never complain, so long as he
“So uh…now what?” He asked after a long
“Well…we could pop in another movie and
cuddle some more, or we
could go back to the lair and brag to your brothers.” You suggested. Raph
smirked, imagining the look on Leo’s dumb face when he came home with a