Omg we need more bookstore Ryland, it was so good!!!
bookstore boy ryland was only meant to be for that one shot, but if reception for him is high enough... who knows? i might make a pt. 2 on his pov or an actual scene for those two perverts getting it on ><
warnings : 18+ (mdni!). female!reader. perverted!reader thinking about bookstore boy ryland. lusting over a stranger. semi-public sex. size difference. hickies/marking. fingering. manhandling. spit play. oral - f!receiving. unprotected sex. soft dom or mean dom ryland? fondling. creampie. overstimulation. mutual attraction in the end?
[bunny's note] ᯓ➤ these are mostly imaginative perverted fantasies of ryland in reader's mind. i just love the juxtaposition of how sweet the beat of the song is while the lyrics basically imply something raunchy while still being lyrically sound. god i love being a perverted woman.
also dear bookstore boy ryland grace, please stick your bookmark in me. i beg on my knees.
wc : ~0.8k words
song : scott and zelda by shishishiena (originally by bibi)
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it was never your intention to lust after the resident bookstore employee.
it simply wasn’t something one usually does with strangers, but anyone will give themselves a pass on this one since the bookstore boy was indeed a sight for sore eyes. with a face bestowed upon by the heavens and an aura of a warm, fuzzy blanket on a cold day, it would be impossible not to be charmed by him.
he was a friendly fellow, helping bookworms get through their monthly new book read that they’ll store on their bookshelves after swearing they’ll read it, like the rest of their unread books at home. the blond assisted you some time ago when your gazes locked. you were discreetly on the lookout for a copy of jane austen's emma.
he rang up your book with a warm smile, and he wrote something on the back of your receipt:
enjoy your book, nice taste btw! :)
- r
when he handed you your book, your fingers inadvertently touched, and he quickly apologized with a flustered grin. you believed it would be a fleeting memory, but following that encounter, something inside you urged you to begin visiting the bookstore weekly.
you take notes about the guy; his name was ryland grace. hearing it across the bookstore after one of his friends called him out again for his shitty sleeping patterns. the only thing they received from the blond was a sheepish grin and an excuse for needing to finish writing.
you sneak glances through the shelves you look through; you can't help yourself.
when he wasn’t helping customers on slow days, he’d be reading a book to keep himself busy. you weren’t focused on the books in front of you or whatever he was reading.
you wonder if those same hands would treat you the same way. his long fingers would ghost over the pages of the book he's been reading for half a day, pinching the paper's edges with a wet finger to turn to the next page.
good fucking heavens. he was hot without intending to be. was he even aware of how sexy he was being?
you can’t help but imagine him near you, trying to flirt with you or at least notice you the way you’ve been noticing him.
would he be gentle with you if you asked? towering over you, would he cage you between the bookshelves and kiss your lips softly? would he cup your face with those hands? would he place heated kisses on your neck to the exposed skin your button-down allowed until he took it off of you eventually? would you allow him to touch you this way?
would he open you up and flip you, scan his fingers over you with feather-like touches as you gasp? would he pinch your skin and mark you before making his way to your bottoms? would he push your panties to the side or would he take it for himself, selfishly keeping it? would he spit on your cunt directly, or would he make sure his fingers were wet with his spit before plunging them into you, softly cooing at your whimpers before picking up the pace?
would he be merciful, or would he be a tease? would he let you cum alone from his fingers or tongue?
would he close the store for the meantime, guide you behind the secluded part of the bookstore, and bend you over a strong bookshelf or an unused desk in the employee room? would his arms hold you flush against him as he thrust? would he whisper sweet nothings into your ear or would he degrade you for being so naughty at the prospect of wanting to be fucked in a bookstore by him? would you care enough for him to fondle your chest and nipples as you grow nearer to your orgasm? or would you be able to even think about that as his thrusts go harder and play with your clit?
would he allow you to cum first? or would he want you both to cum at the same time?
would he want to cum inside of you? would he let his seed drip out from your cunt to the carpeted floor of the bookstore? or as he pulls out his cock from you, would he plunge his fingers into you and finger you all over again, overstimulating you to another orgasm?
would he command you to look at him as he eats out both of your juices from your cunt?
"hey, you doing okay?"
you snap out of your daze when you see the bookstore boy, ryland, in front of you with a charming smile and his glasses lopsided once more.
Kade losing their entire squadron during his time with the resistance, hearing their screams crackle in broken static through his helmet before cutting off abruptly. Kade, broken and bleeding and barely clinging to consciousness, barely cling to life, after crashing their own starfighter. Kade limp in Poe’s arms after the pilot ripped them from their smoking cockpit and pressed his shaking hands to the wound he deemed the most life threatening. Kade’s reminders of their time with the resistance being that of fire and pain and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Kade unable to sleep without thinking of everyone he’s lost to fight a facist regime that feels like it will never truly fall.
warnings : 18+ (mdni!). implied female reader. stockings fetish pilled ryland grace. closet pervert grace having thoughts like these at work. oral -f! receiving. footjobs.
[bunny's note] ᯓ➤ i am an avid black stockings wearer so i thought about the possibility of ryland finding out he has an affinity for sheer black stockings. this guy would definitely go hard at the thought of fucking you in them lols.
song : fetish by selena gomez (feat. gucci mane)
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sheer black stockings were sexy. the usual comments his fellow male co-workers would blurt out whenever the topic of what turned them on were brought out during drinking nights he'd join sometimes. he didn’t get it at first, it’s literally just a piece of clothing?
he could see the appeal yeah, ryland grace never thought sheer black stockings to be something worth looking at.
until he started seeing you in them recently. he noticed it immediately when you wore them underneath one of your pencil skirts to work with your sleek black slingback heels, you cheerily greeted him in the staff room to take your printed worksheets back to your classroom. he had to excuse himself to the faculty restroom after that sight.
he understood the appeal very quickly as he let his imagination run wild at the possibilities sat on one of the toilets, fisting his cock in his hand while the other on his mouth to not let any sounds come out and expose him as a pervert at work.
thinking about you in them, him being in between your plush thighs, holding them apart with his strong arms as he teased you with his tongue until you came and begged for him to stop. thinking about you teasing him as you give him a footjob, berating him for his perverted behavior as he cries out riding his orgasm. good heavens.
stockings might be one of his favorite things on you. not that you would know that of course.
[bunny's note] ᯓ➤ inspired by this tiktok i saw for ryland with this wrong send trend, and for those people asking for it there here ya go you thirsty ryland yearners. (pls i do not write any smut at all so have this attempt at something explicit AAAA i get so giggly writing stuff like this) also not beta read!!!
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you did not mean to send that.
you definitely did not mean to send explicit photos to one of the coworkers you've been crushing on for the past few months. those photos were meant for olesya for goodness sake!
but you honestly don't mind making that mistake because you wouldn't be enjoying yourself right now. heavy pants echoed throughout the bedroom as the older blond looked up at you. half-lidded eyes traced the soft lines of your body, from your slim neck to your chest; he admired you shamelessly. you wouldn’t call him out on it anyway because the feeling of his firm, large hands on your waist, trailing to your ass as he guided you with each movement, each thrust becoming harder and faster, only making you more sensitive and dizzy as it went on.
ryland kisses the side of your neck, before licking behind your earlobe, earning a whine from you. he whispers,
“go on, sweetheart, make a mess of yourself on me.”
[bunny's note] ᯓ➤ SPOILERS FOR THOSE THAT HAVEN'T WATCHED SPIDER-MAN: BRAND NEW DAY PLS! let's all collectively suffer as i write this god i almost crashed out remembering this scene for peter parker. note to self, never forget whenever you have a bad day, just remember that peter parker has it way worse. this is not beta read or proofread.
please do enjoy these drabbles/oneshots! likes + comments + reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🏻
song : loser by tame impala
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before the whole world forgot who he was, he was ryland grace.
a beloved high school biology teacher. a molecular biologist. and most importantly, he was your boyfriend. he was none of that anymore.
no records of his existence ever existed after strange’s spell was cast, basically turning him into a ghost. an anomaly to the rest of the world.
for 4 years of protecting new york city, fighting crime, and keeping criminals at bay.
life as spider-man, the masked hero, was a breeze, but what about the life of the civilian ryland grace?
he was miserable to put it straight, but he could never admit it to himself.
he was a coward. a coward who hid behind the masked persona of spider-man. how could he be a hero to a city when he can’t even protect the one he loves?
after every fight, he’d succumb to his loneliness once he came back to his apartment. pushing his sadness to the back burner, instead focusing on the next move as spider-man, suppressing the emotions as ryland grace. he never allowed himself to properly grieve the loss of his previous life: his beloved teaching job, his friendships with people, his relationship with you. he didn’t have the luxury to enjoy his life. not anymore.
he always justified, as spider-man, that keeping you safe was his priority, so he tried to act normal for the sake of keeping the secret to himself. even if it killed him inside, being an outsider to your lives, he gradually accepted that he’d live his life as a stranger to the people he loved most.
it’s for the best. he convinces himself; his heart aches as he watches you and rocky go on with your lives without him.
it’s for the best. he says, but he follows rocky all the way back to his shared apartment with you, during a housewarming party.
it’s for the best. he tells himself again, but he stumbles upon a room where he knows it's rocky’s huge corkboard, filled with photos of him as the masked hero and possible connections to who he may be. even conversing with his old best friend, as if 4 years of lost connection never passed, even if rocky doesn’t remember who he was at all.
“you created spidey-tracker?” ryland questions him, rocky could only give a proud grin at the mention of his creation.
“you’ve heard of it. nice.” rocky takes out his phone with the app, showing ryland the little functions, even pointing out it had a little chatroom.
rocky focuses on the board in front of him, casually revealing to ryland about the stuff he’s been taking note of over the years and deducing about who spider-man could be to the masked hero himself.
as rocky finishes his whole theory on the identity of spider-man, he introduces himself to ryland.
“oh rocky by the way.” the blond struggles to figure out whether to say his actual name, still questioning his whole reason for even going here.
but before he could blurt whatever he was going to say, a familiar voice he’s been yearning to hear cuts their conversation.
“god there’s like 50 people in our apartment.” you make your presence known with an annoyed sigh as you stop at the doorway. “statistically speaking, there could be at least 2 sociopaths…which is kinda cool?”
ryland looks at you with recognition, his heart almost jumping out of his chest to finally see you in person. wearing his cream fox cardigan, you looked as beautiful as the day he lost you.
your eyes just glance over to see a tall blond guy with pretty blue eyes, holding a bouquet of flowers. you don’t know this guy at all. you compliment his flowers.
“nice flowers.” ryland looks at the bouquet, quickly forming an answer.
“oh they’re a housewarming gift.” despite it originally being flowers for his dead twin brother, he gives them to you. you thank him graciously.
“thank you. most uh people just brought beer and chips. that’s very nice.” your eyes dart to rocky, a questioning look of ‘who is this guy?’ that rocky does not catch. ryland hears you introduce yourself to him, and he now remembers trying to think of a name earlier.
“uh i’m uh…may… nard.” he stumbles a bit at his awkwardness, but tries again. “i’m maynard.”
great thinking ryland.
you just give him a skeptical look but accept his ‘name’ regardless.
rocky asks you, “wait, you don’t know each other?”
this makes ryland anxiety spike; quickly, he makes up an answer.
“oh, i’m a neighbor.”
“hmm. friendly neighbor.” you comment, raising the bouquet up to your nose to smell its fragrance.
ryland chokes on his drink, coughing before apologizing for the action.
after the whole awkward tension, ryland just hears rocky ask you about the interview you apparently went to. you deflect, talking about how you need to put the flowers in water.
but before you leave the room, you say one last thing directly to ryland.
“it was nice meeting you maynard. nerd?” your intonation rising at the last word, not sure if you said his ‘name’’ right. but ryland just gives you a nod.
rocky follows you, hot on your trail. badgering you about the work interview. you tell him all about it, but you turn down the job.
“yeah i don’t want to work for some soulless corporation,” you say to rocky, busying yourself to get a tall enough glass as a substitute for a vase.
you fill it with water as you hear rocky respond.
“they’re not all soulless.”
all rocky needed was a raised brow from you to recant that statement.
“okay, maybe they’re all mostly soulless. but don’t you want like health insurance?”
“yeah, of course rock. but at what cost?”
“depends on your deductible.” ryland sees you actually face rocky and give him a look, rocky loses the smile he had real quick. he thought you were joking.
“oh you mean like your principles?”
“yes.”
“sorry.”
“i don’t know. i know it sounds cheesy, but something is just telling me that i’m supposed to be waiting for something great. you know.” you end up looking back at ryland, holding his stare for a bit before finally returning it to rocky.
“okay. well, to waiting for something great.”
“to waiting for something great.” rocky and you clink your glasses together, his a brown with specks of green on his mug, while you use the glass that had the flowers in it.
ryland watches this guy enter the kitchen, acting all friendly with rocky and you. he sees the guy give rocky a gift.
rocky leaves you both alone in the kitchen, and ryland could only watch in horror when he sees the guy cup your face like how he used to do and kiss you passionately.
what hurt was seeing a small smile on your lips as you kissed back.
he felt pins prick at his heart. it practically broke at the sight. it was physical proof that you really did move on with your life, unknowingly leaving him in the past where he was still grieving.
ryland excused himself, getting away from the party as fast as he could. as he got to the edge of a building, he jumps off, swinging building to building.
he didn’t bother wearing his suit on, the sky was dark and it was raining. he remembers all of your guys memories.
he remembers rocky suggesting the three of you live together.
he remembers the moment you finally agreed to be his girlfriend.
he remembers telling you he’ll come find you when you forget about him.
ryland grace remembers the day he went to the donut shop where you worked, almost confessing before backing out. figuring in the last few seconds it would be best to protect you by not crossing paths with you.
[bunny's note] ᯓ➤ SPOILERS FOR THOSE THAT HAVEN'T WATCHED SPIDER-MAN: BRAND NEW DAY PLS! let's all collectively suffer as i write this god i almost crashed out remembering this scene for peter parker. note to self, never forget whenever you have a bad day, just remember that peter parker has it way worse. this is not beta read or proofread.
please do enjoy these drabbles/oneshots! likes + comments + reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🏻
song : loser by tame impala
main masterlist | spider-man bnd au masterlist
before the whole world forgot who he was, he was ryland grace.
a beloved high school biology teacher. a molecular biologist. and most importantly, he was your boyfriend. he was none of that anymore.
no records of his existence ever existed after strange’s spell was cast, basically turning him into a ghost. an anomaly to the rest of the world.
for 4 years of protecting new york city, fighting crime, and keeping criminals at bay.
life as spider-man, the masked hero, was a breeze, but what about the life of the civilian ryland grace?
he was miserable to put it straight, but he could never admit it to himself.
he was a coward. a coward who hid behind the masked persona of spider-man. how could he be a hero to a city when he can’t even protect the one he loves?
after every fight, he’d succumb to his loneliness once he came back to his apartment. pushing his sadness to the back burner, instead focusing on the next move as spider-man, suppressing the emotions as ryland grace. he never allowed himself to properly grieve the loss of his previous life: his beloved teaching job, his friendships with people, his relationship with you. he didn’t have the luxury to enjoy his life. not anymore.
he always justified, as spider-man, that keeping you safe was his priority, so he tried to act normal for the sake of keeping the secret to himself. even if it killed him inside, being an outsider to your lives, he gradually accepted that he’d live his life as a stranger to the people he loved most.
it’s for the best. he convinces himself; his heart aches as he watches you and rocky go on with your lives without him.
it’s for the best. he says, but he follows rocky all the way back to his shared apartment with you, during a housewarming party.
it’s for the best. he tells himself again, but he stumbles upon a room where he knows it's rocky’s huge corkboard, filled with photos of him as the masked hero and possible connections to who he may be. even conversing with his old best friend, as if 4 years of lost connection never passed, even if rocky doesn’t remember who he was at all.
“you created spidey-tracker?” ryland questions him, rocky could only give a proud grin at the mention of his creation.
“you’ve heard of it. nice.” rocky takes out his phone with the app, showing ryland the little functions, even pointing out it had a little chatroom.
rocky focuses on the board in front of him, casually revealing to ryland about the stuff he’s been taking note of over the years and deducing about who spider-man could be to the masked hero himself.
as rocky finishes his whole theory on the identity of spider-man, he introduces himself to ryland.
“oh rocky by the way.” the blond struggles to figure out whether to say his actual name, still questioning his whole reason for even going here.
but before he could blurt whatever he was going to say, a familiar voice he’s been yearning to hear cuts their conversation.
“god there’s like 50 people in our apartment.” you make your presence known with an annoyed sigh as you stop at the doorway. “statistically speaking, there could be at least 2 sociopaths…which is kinda cool?”
ryland looks at you with recognition, his heart almost jumping out of his chest to finally see you in person. wearing his cream fox cardigan, you looked as beautiful as the day he lost you.
your eyes just glance over to see a tall blond guy with pretty blue eyes, holding a bouquet of flowers. you don’t know this guy at all. you compliment his flowers.
“nice flowers.” ryland looks at the bouquet, quickly forming an answer.
“oh they’re a housewarming gift.” despite it originally being flowers for his dead twin brother, he gives them to you. you thank him graciously.
“thank you. most uh people just brought beer and chips. that’s very nice.” your eyes dart to rocky, a questioning look of ‘who is this guy?’ that rocky does not catch. ryland hears you introduce yourself to him, and he now remembers trying to think of a name earlier.
“uh i’m uh…may… nard.” he stumbles a bit at his awkwardness, but tries again. “i’m maynard.”
great thinking ryland.
you just give him a skeptical look but accept his ‘name’ regardless.
rocky asks you, “wait, you don’t know each other?”
this makes ryland anxiety spike; quickly, he makes up an answer.
“oh, i’m a neighbor.”
“hmm. friendly neighbor.” you comment, raising the bouquet up to your nose to smell its fragrance.
ryland chokes on his drink, coughing before apologizing for the action.
after the whole awkward tension, ryland just hears rocky ask you about the interview you apparently went to. you deflect, talking about how you need to put the flowers in water.
but before you leave the room, you say one last thing directly to ryland.
“it was nice meeting you maynard. nerd?” your intonation rising at the last word, not sure if you said his ‘name’’ right. but ryland just gives you a nod.
rocky follows you, hot on your trail. badgering you about the work interview. you tell him all about it, but you turn down the job.
“yeah i don’t want to work for some soulless corporation,” you say to rocky, busying yourself to get a tall enough glass as a substitute for a vase.
you fill it with water as you hear rocky respond.
“they’re not all soulless.”
all rocky needed was a raised brow from you to recant that statement.
“okay, maybe they’re all mostly soulless. but don’t you want like health insurance?”
“yeah, of course rock. but at what cost?”
“depends on your deductible.” ryland sees you actually face rocky and give him a look, rocky loses the smile he had real quick. he thought you were joking.
“oh you mean like your principles?”
“yes.”
“sorry.”
“i don’t know. i know it sounds cheesy, but something is just telling me that i’m supposed to be waiting for something great. you know.” you end up looking back at ryland, holding his stare for a bit before finally returning it to rocky.
“okay. well, to waiting for something great.”
“to waiting for something great.” rocky and you clink your glasses together, his a brown with specks of green on his mug, while you use the glass that had the flowers in it.
ryland watches this guy enter the kitchen, acting all friendly with rocky and you. he sees the guy give rocky a gift.
rocky leaves you both alone in the kitchen, and ryland could only watch in horror when he sees the guy cup your face like how he used to do and kiss you passionately.
what hurt was seeing a small smile on your lips as you kissed back.
he felt pins prick at his heart. it practically broke at the sight. it was physical proof that you really did move on with your life, unknowingly leaving him in the past where he was still grieving.
ryland excused himself, getting away from the party as fast as he could. as he got to the edge of a building, he jumps off, swinging building to building.
he didn’t bother wearing his suit on, the sky was dark and it was raining. he remembers all of your guys memories.
he remembers rocky suggesting the three of you live together.
he remembers the moment you finally agreed to be his girlfriend.
he remembers telling you he’ll come find you when you forget about him.
ryland grace remembers the day he went to the donut shop where you worked, almost confessing before backing out. figuring in the last few seconds it would be best to protect you by not crossing paths with you.
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