hello, im ray! im a bisexual nonbinary girl who uses she/her pronouns. id like a ship from tfa or the triplets. my interests include video games, bad movies and art (im in art school). im pretty emotionally needy and im not good at talking to new people but am very open once i get to know people.
We ship you with…
KYLO ORGANA-SOLO
You met…in art school. There weren’t many clubs on campus, especially ones you considered yourself interested in, but the Bad Movie Club was one you didn’t feel like such of an outcast in. Aside from liking the atmosphere, the darkened classroom and the projector on the whiteboard, there was one other person you liked to admire in the darkness. Kylo; of course you knew his name, everyone did, he was the vice president. He often leaned against the whiteboard before the club began, digging charcoal out of his fingernails from your life drawing class. You assumed he knew who you were--but then again, you never spoke--until you did. It was a regular club day and the cabinet was looking for new suggestions, as their usual picks were running dry. You piped up from the back about your personal favorite--a title you’ve been holding on to forever--perhaps hoping Kylo’s heard of it. The president looked to him for approval and Kylo nodded. He told you to bring it in.
Your first kiss…happened in that darkness--but much much later. Your movie pick was a hit with the club and Kylo came around to tell him that himself. From then, he always sat beside you during club hours, in the back far away from everyone else even though he was buddies with the club president. He seemed to enjoy himself back there with you, you could whisper to each other whenever you wanted without getting sneers from the people who were trying to watch the movie. And when the movies would get quiet, you’d lean in closer, close enough to smell his cologne and to feel his hair tickle your nose. When you leaned in close to tell his something funny but before you could pull away, he closed his fingers around your hand, turning to look at you over his nose. Your lips came together slowly and the movie came back loud just in time because he went back in, harder and enough for you to breathe a moan into him.
When you have sex… he truly understands how much you’ve grown to need him; his own need having drawn him to you in return. Your date nights always begin with a movie and when the credits roll, he’s always on top of you, burying you into his couch, rutting against your jeans until the pleasure is too much. When he can’t take it anymore, he throws you against his bed, pinning you there for hours until you’re spent and he can barely hold himself up to kiss you.
