001|| Raphael Hamato

you didn't remember when he'd become so possessive, so... so unbearably clingy, but you didn't complain, not when he was making you feel like the goddess you were for him, so loved in the process. Tonight, taking advantage of the fact that you were alone in the lair, he held you by your hip, asking you, or more like begging you to sit, for the first time, on his handsome and blushing turtle features. You refused at first, out of embarrassment, but when you agreed, you couldn't put all your weight, afraid of hurting him or not letting him breathe. "sit like a chair" he finally snapped, slightly irritated by your hesitation. "don't ask if I can't breathe, just sit down."