#i'll try to be active I PROMISE AGHH

[tissuetrixx]

intro post 👅👅💦💦🌈🌈💗💗🎀🎀

i give up on trying to make my intro pretty uhhm

my name is pawette but ig u can call me tissue

i mainly draw on here or at least try to,, i want ppl to like my work and stuff

⚠️ i will not be adding TW's here because i dont rlly want to. i will be putting tws for major gore and major flashing and stuff but yeah ⚠️

im multifandom but i might be posting ocs mainly,, but i'll just post whatever i want on here ok dont follow me for one specific thing!!

my fun interests

- phighting , major interest

- regretevator

- picos school

- pinky and pepper forever

- smiling friends

- laceys flash games

i have more but these are the things i can list of off the top of my head

do not repost or use my art without my knowledge,, using OC art and owed art is a big nono for me

DNI if ur

- proship

- endo sys

- nsfw acc or involve yourself in kink

- anti xenogender / neo prn

- anti sfw agere

- anti selfship or oc x canon,, do you hate fun or something

- just rude in general

i will be blocking and deleting any hate on here since i dont wanna waste my time worrying abt hate on my own acc

im not that active here when it comes to messaging,, so if you dm me i wont see it

dont ask to be friends if i dunno you!! the answer will always be no

thats it for now i'll add more here later

[obriengf]

I finally figured out what I wanted LMAO

“ you just lay back down, and i’ll take care of you. “ (smut prompt) with mitch rapp, ( roommate au if you can)

love u jemma xx

Warnings : mentions of sexual activity, this is also AU!ROOMMATE... no CIA, i know this is a smut prompt but i wasn’t feeling it (aghh) so it’s a slightly smut/fluffy blurb instead (:

"YOU JUST LAY BACK DOWN, AND I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU."

Raspiness sung lightly through your ears, lips ghosting against the skin of your neck as a chill prickled down your spine. Your shoulders slumped as you fell into a breathless daze - the man lightly grasping your biceps before you only bringing all sorts of elatedness to your contented mind. He knew exactly what he was doing as he walked you backwards, the warmth of his breath fanning against your cheek only further provoking the feeling of weightlessness; as if you were flying toward the foot of your bed until the stern of your knees so very lightly tapped the awaited edge. His eyes screamed hunger, only seen to their full darkened potential when he pushed your body back, your head bouncing against the covered mattress as you fell. 

You both had been dancing around the attraction you shared for the last three months and twelve days - unable to dodge the longing stares and accidental touches that left fiery trails over your skin every time. It was difficult, to say in the least, to have Mitch as your roommate - almost impossible to ignore his smug boyish looks with a well-kept physique, attitude running very much on the rough side but eventually warmed up to your opposing personality and resulting in a valued friendship. 

Mitch always woke you up with his stupid loud juicer and claims that the added protein powder does wonders for your health, and not to mention his habit of leaving his shoes and clothes strewn in every direction. He was incredibly hot-headed before realising that his voice may have risen that octave too high during an argument. He was also incredibly capable, however, of making you smile when he knows you’re about to cry and is just the right height to rest his chin on your head whenever you’re pulled into a bone-crushing embrace. He made you chicken soup when you were sick and silently vowed to protect you from this cruel world with just a simple look of adoration deriving from his amber eyes. Mitch Rapp was an enigma, wrapped in a phenomenon, and tied off with a bow made of mystery. 

Your lungs struggled to suck in needed air, a bittersweet sensation as the image of your shirtless roommate kneeling on the edge of the bed and crawling toward you became a fantasy that crept it’s way into reality. His own laboured breathing indicating that he was trying to hold himself back from completely devouring you right there and then. The veins that stemmed from his wrists became darkened vines that wrapped around his arms, mirrored so ethereally against his neck and chest. You could still see the remnants of his anger among those baby browns; the sea of red provoked by your confession that your date tonight went anything but well. Mitch fell into a protective stance when you explained that wandering hands and drunken slurred words brought on more than an uncomfortable feeling from your date - to which, he simply replied, the man you saw wasn’t who you deserved. That maybe, just maybe, the perfect person to hold you close and make you feel loved and good was standing before you this whole time.

Mitch wasn’t one to express his feelings so easily, but his promise was built with the utmost sincerity, and that’s when you knew that you completely trusted him with your mind, body, heart and soul.

He was now latched to your neck, a hand holding your waist securely as the other combed through your hair. You could feel the warm pulsating of his tongue as it pressed to your weakest points, a moan slipping from your lips as they fell slightly ajar from the pleasure. Your legs kicked involuntarily when the beginning stages of a loving bruise bloomed above your clavicle, another moan releasing and another mischievous grin chuckled into the crook of your neck. Mitch had always wondered how you’d taste, but more so, you you’d sound when pinned beneath his desperate body with his name ringing loudly in his ears and your hands scattered helplessly over every inch of his skin. 

From the moment you knocked on his door to enquire about the roommate advertisement, he knew that he wanted you, but he truly never expected to become so infatuated with your character. You giggled and it was the epitome of a sunny afternoon, you fought back against him to prove your point and it showed the man just how stubborn but also strong-willed you were. He immensely admired your consistency when caring so heartedly for others, especially when it came to him. But most of all, he loved your delicacy... your softness, fragility. You were tough but could be broken so easily, and you believed that he would be careful with you. That reliability alone was an honour.

“M-Mitch..” You huffed out, his tongue trailing toward your chest as he slowly pulled down your shirt. He was tracing over the curved lining of your bra, a euphoric feeling in itself. The hand on your waist had by now trailed under the bottom-end of your shirt, ghosting over your stomach before his thumb rubbed gently over the ridges of your ribs. Your small sounds of contentedness made the man feel relieved - a goal he set for himself after he saw the heartbroken sadness in your eyes earlier that eventing, a dimmed light that he never wanted to see blown out. He was quick to then press kisses down the valley of your breasts, lightly brushing against the material of your bra until the shirt refused to be stretched any further. 

Mitch hummed as he repositioned his face above yours, noticing immediately the red swelling of your lips that you’ve been biting on. He was sure that he looked the same, only his eyes  by now were full blown and dripping with lust and adoration. He absentmindedly licked his well-worked lips before they lifted into a warm smile, one to match the grin that graced between your cheeks. “This is how I always pictured it, you know? Your gorgeous body writhing underneath mine, my heart just beating so fucking hard, it seriously feels like it’s gonna fly out my damn chest.” The man laughed heavily, the joyous sound reverberating off the four walls of your room.

You chuckled in return with crinkled eyes and a scrunched nose before you cupped his cheek with gentle movements. Mitch turned to the side and pressed a tender kiss to the palm of your hand, sighing softly, “I didn’t know what this... what we were, but what I do know now is that I want to be that guy you pour your heart into. Not those jackass tinder assholes.”

You nodded once in acknowledgement, amused by his willingness to open himself up to you unreservedly. He was tough to break through to, but now you had Mitch Rapp in the palm of your hand, and it was so utterly and absolutely endearing. It was risky as you pushed yourself forward until your sensitive lips brushed over his, your hands sliding over the bulging muscles of his shoulders and gathering nicely in an entanglement down his back. You felt his breath hitch when your chests were pushed flush against one another, even the slight shiver he shook from when your nose dragged over his before nuzzling at the tip. His kindness and adherence brought a flutter of butterflies to swarm in your stomach and force a lovely shade of rose to gather over your cheeks. 

You had never kissed Mitch, despite the craving that always nagged you in the back of your mind; but with him so goddamn close to you and that boyish expression of immense infatuation as if you were his first teenage crush... it would be hard to drag yourself away from such a perfect opportunity. And by the glint in his eyes, you could tell that he felt the same. 

“Do you want to be mine, Mitch Rapp?” Your voice was quiet, a whisper that would barely be heard unless the silence around you was deafening in itself. His flushed lips flinched momentarily as you spoke against them, the gulping bulge of his adam’s apple bobbing close to your neck. “And do you want me to be yours?”

He growled. It was loud. It was feverous. It was long awaited. 

It was stopped only by the union of your kissing lips and the coming together of two loving souls.