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RWRB FirstPrince Coffee Shop AU Recs

Coffee shops, restaurants, bars, delis, cheese shops - you'll find those recs here. Give the author some love if you find something you like!

5:25am, coffee shop by cricketnationrise. T, 800 words. A quiet, but emphatic “fuck me” catches Henry’s attention, but it’s the thump, slide, and contact of a heavy book with his foot that pulls him completely out of his novel. He glances down to see some sort of textbook and stoops to pick it up, fingers brushing with a strange spark as someone else reaches for it at the same time. Henry glances up to find the single most attractive man he’s ever seen.

talk by @smc-27, @dumbpeachjuice. E, 1.1k. Henry records himself for an audio erotica app.

Alex finds it. And listens.

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers by @kiwiana-writes. E, 1.5k.

“That floor doesn’t look like it’s very comfortable on your knees, is all.” Henry leans forward, scooping out a piece of brownie that got under the counter, somehow. “I wouldn’t worry about that—my knees are quite used to it, I assure you.” A ringing silence follows this pronouncement, during which Henry focuses very hard on opening a trap door directly into hell with the power of his mind.

Or, five times Henry puts his foot in his mouth in front of his customer crush, and one time he puts his dick in his customer crush's mouth instead doesn't.

The wind in our free-flowing sails (and the liquor in our cocktails) by @kiwiana-writes. E, 1.8k. Henry is a speakeasy bartender, and Alex is the surface for body shots. Then they fuck about it. That's the fic.

black coffee and cinnamon rolls by viciouslyqueer. T, 2.1k. Alex walks into the coffee shop asking for a coffee and cinnamon roll. Henry tells him they don't have cinnamon rolls.

That doesn't stop Alex from coming back, though.

Make it Good by @smc-27. T, 3.7k. TurkeyOnRye is so hot Alex almost dies every time the guy walks in. Same thing every Tuesday. Turkey on rye, bag of chips, and a sparkling water.

“The usual?” Alex asks. TurkeyOnRye smiles at him, nods. “How’s your Tuesday?”

He gets the bread, he reaches for the knife, he tries not to cut his fucking hand off watching TurkeyOnRye push his hair back.

you're all that i need by @rmd-writes. M, 3.9k. “Alex.” Henry leans against the wall behind the counter with his arms folded, wearing a pale blue cable knit sweater with the sleeves pushed up and navy chinos. Alex wishes he wouldn’t because it only emphasises his forearms.

He crosses his own arms in response. “Henry.”

“Are you actually looking for a book?” Henry asks with a sigh. “Or are you just wasting my staff’s time?”

“That staff member is my sister.”

“I’m well aware,” Henry says drily. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re probably wasting her time. Which book are you looking for?”

“Oh.” Alex grimaces slightly. “I’m not actually–” He exhales. “Hunter is in the coffee shop, so I got the fuck out.”

ask a guy his name first by @coffeecatsme. T, 5.2k. British accent. Blue eyes. Alex doesn’t know how he’s supposed to handle any of that without an ounce of caffeine in his blood.

He gulps. “Name?”

“Henry.”

Alex’s shaky hands make the name look like Hanri, with a heart instead of a dot for the i. He drops a bag of Earl Grey in the cup, filling it halfway with coffee before he realizes his mistake.

The second cup, the name Hanriey scribbled on the side, makes its way to the counter.

Or, 10 times Alex "misspells" Henry's name and 2 times Henry does it.

Stop, caffeinate, and listen by @clottedcreamfudge. M, 5.3k. The second Alex walked into Henry's coffee shop wearing a shirt that said 'fuck the patriarchy' - which is, he presumes, someone else's, due to the fact that it's a little small on him - he resigned himself to falling completely and hopelessly in love. Alex - jewel-bright and caustic, cinnamon coffee and curls that Henry wants to tangle his fingers in - is quite clearly straight, and Henry's foolish heart doesn't seem to care much for the limitations this puts on their interactions. He's lost, irrevocably, and Alex hasn't the faintest clue.

I Hear It (When I Look at You) by @affectionatelyrs. M, 5.6k. “Anyway,” the man—Alex, a glance at his nametag suggests—continues. “What can I do you for?”

Absolutely anything, Henry thinks. Preferably that thing you mentioned you’ve been practicing with your tongue to start.

Instead, Henry says, “I’d like…the tea,” which isn’t actually much better.

Alex smiles, a patient curve to his lips. Henry shouldn’t have allowed it to dismantle him one bit, given that the next thing he says is, “Do you want it hot?”

So hot, sweetheart. I bet you like it like that, want my breath right up against your—

“Do I want it— What?”

Or, The last thing Henry expects while ordering tea is to come face to face with the man whose dirty voicemail has fueled his fantasies for weeks

Will You Brie Mine? by @cha-melodius. T, 5.7k. Today, as Henry tells him all about the Manchego, Alex tries his best to listen and not fixate on the mole next to the corner of Henry’s mouth or the way his shoulders strain the seams of his white uniform shirt. It’s not a particularly easy task for him, in all honesty.

“Would you care for a sample?” Henry asks, as if Alex has ever said no to him.

“I’d love one,” Alex tells him instead of saying I’d like to sample you.

(Or, Henry sells cheese and Alex is somehow his best customer. It's not really about the cheese.)

One Order of Alex, Please by gaytriforce. T, 6k. Alex is just trying to reach his dreams of being a politician by putting himself through school on a lacrosse scholarship and the lackluster pay from his shitty barista job- but the job does have one upside: his favorite regular, a shy, beautiful, British stranger named Henry.

Bea's Bakes by ronans. NR, 7.2k. Well, here goes nothing, he thinks to himself. It’s the first time he’s had Alex alone in a while so now’s his chance. And if it all goes tits up he could maybe move to Paris and begin a career as a reclusive novelist like he’d always dreamed.

‘I hope I’m not reading this wrong, Alex, but would I be able to get your number?’

He can literally hear Alex’s breath catch as he stares at Henry like a deer in headlights. Scratch moving away forever, Henry may just cringe himself to death.

‘Was I that obvious?’

Or, Henry works in his sister's London bakery when the arrival of the Claremont-Diaz-Hollerans shakes things up in a way he wasn't expecting.

something good can work by arcticmaggie. T, 7.4k. Henry absolutely loves people watching. To catch others as they’re completely immersed in their own lives and their inner workings of relationships and struggles and accomplishments.

And today.

Henry feels a cramp settle into his hand as he’s already finishing his second page in 15 minutes after lifting his head and immediately settling his eyes upon the most beautiful man he’s ever seen.

Writer!Henry spends his afternoons people watching in a cafe to find inspiration for his writing.

Trials and Tribulations by @hillerskas. NR, 8.9k. ‘Shit.’ Alex looks up. There’s an unbelievably attractive man dripping rain all over the floor and holding a steaming mug of something right next to his table. Alex deduces that he’d come here to hide from the rain, bought himself a drink and only then realised that there were no empty tables to sit at. Cue Alex’s saviour complex.

Or, 5 times Alex’s favourite fic author’s notes don’t make sense and 1 time they absolutely do.

Have One (On Me) by @myheartalivewrites. E, 10k. "Henry moves on to help other patrons, and Alex tries not to stare. He’s beautiful, and graceful as he reaches around for glasses and bottles, and then he picks up a cocktail shaker and Alex has to look away as he sets his biceps to work again, shaking it. It’s distracting."

Alex goes to Shaan’s bar regularly. It’s almost a second home to him. But one day, there’s a new bartender working the bar. He’s hot and Alex is into it except… the guy’s wearing a wedding ring.

i know a place by @indomitable-love. M, 10k. The low light of the bar makes it easy to relax. There's a soft hum of chatter and a steady beat to the music that isn't overwhelming. It's easy; smooth dark wood and strings of multi-coloured lights with posters of pieces of history on the walls – pictures from Stonewall, Harvey Milk sitting on the top of a car riding through San Francisco; a poster of Bowie sits one wall next to Freddie Mercury against exposed brick. It’s comforting, safe.

He doesn't even realise that the brightly dressed bartender has disappeared and been replaced by someone else until he looks back again to see a small woman with black hair in a plaid shirt. Behind her, the blonde guy, who is no longer looking down at his notebook, but looking right across the bar, at Alex.

wherein Alex is early to meet Nora at a bar that he does not realise is a gay bar and he starts to realise some things.

like snow on the beach (you want me) by coffeecatsme. T, 11k. That’s the thing about The Magical Brew. It only appears to those in need, to those who lift their heads from their work, to those who need just a little bit of magic to turn their lives around. The gate is rusty, the lawn overgrown from disuse, but to the one in need, it looks, perhaps, like the most magical place in the world. Alex wouldn’t exchange that for foot traffic and a few more coins in his pocket.

It’s the promise of helping out those in need that keeps The Magical Brew alive. Yet Alex still couldn’t have predicted just how much his life would change simply from a dimpled smile and blue eyes that brighten only in his presence.

Or, 5 times Alex offers a little magical help to Henry, and 1 time he doesn't have to.

and we danced by rizcriz. T, 15k. And we danced

Out there on that empty hardwood floor

The chairs up and the lights turned way down low

The music played, we held each other close

And we danced

or, Alex and Henry meet in a bar.

Take Your Time by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. E, 15k. “I have an idea,” Nora pipes up, the siblings turning their collective attention on her as a shower of rainbow glitter drifts to the ground at her feet. “How about you find someone to spend the evening with? Just pick someone who draws you in, whether it’s vibes or looks or whatever, and ask them to be your date tonight.”

“I don’t need a date,” Alex retorts.

“No, but you want one, don’t you? You’re always complaining about being our third wheel. So go find a fourth and make it a whole car,” Nora teases, squeezing Alex’s cheek. He swats her hand away and throws up his middle finger. “I’m not asking you to pick out wedding rings. Just find a hot stranger in a mask to grind on for the night.” OR

Law student Alex Claremont-Diaz is dragged to a local up and coming gay bar to celebrate the New Year with his sister and best friend, where he meets the standoffish owner Henry Fox and asks him to spend a no strings attached evening with him.

Catalyst of Change by @uglygreenjacket. E, 17k. Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz is American through and through, so how he found himself going to graduate school in Scotland and working in a coffee shop is still a little beyond his understanding.

And Prince Henry? Well, that's another thing entirely.

When Alex is outed in his last year of college, he packs up his life and tries his best to leave the trauma behind. It's all going fine until he collides, quite literally, with a future he never imagined.

Call Me By My Name by clottedcreamfudge. E, 24k. The fucked up thing is that this isn’t the kind of world where you can ‘not believe’ in soulmates; they’re a scientific fact. There have been studies, there’s a science dedicated to it - Alignment Science, which is just about the biggest heap of bullshit Alex has ever heard - and it is literally just how the world works.

Nobody has been able to adequately explain to him, however, how you end up with your soulmate’s name in your subconscious when you’re born, or why this is the way you have to get it out.

Alex doesn't believe in soulmates, and Henry doesn't believe in the likelihood of finding his. Enter: coffee shops.

Bite Your Tongue on Purpose by Woodsarelovely. M, 32k. “Hey, man. Can I get a black coffee to go?”

“Er…” he says – a faintly bewildered expression on his face. “Yes, I imagine so.”

Turns out the guy is also British, which is like, whatever. Alex gives him one of his best smiles. “Great, thanks.”

Hot Barista glances vaguely around himself, then back to Alex. He looks simultaneously surprised and uncertain, like some kind of aggressively handsome time-traveller who’s been unexpectedly yeeted into a different century. After a beat, he says – “From me?”

“Uh yeah. You’re working here, right?”

“Well... yes?”

Alex tries very hard not to sigh.

Great. Looks like he’s dealing with one of those people who are so attractive, they’ve never had the need to develop any kind of personality beyond that of a Tupperware container of room-temperature potato salad.

Alex absolutely does not have time for whatever this shit is.

Five times Henry serves Alex coffee and one time Alex serves Henry.

Strap in, folks. It's a coffee shop AU ...Kind of.

Notes in Orion by crownedpagesoflove. T, 34k. Alex goes to London to escape his own problems and falls in love with a handsome man with sad blue eyes.

coffee shop boyfriends series by @strwbrryfox. M, 35k. in which alex just really wants to be friends with his new co-worker, henry, who seemingly can’t stand him. things aren’t looking good for him after a couple of attempts to rectify the situation lead to him making a complete fool out of himself and, by extension, henry. but it’s fine because alex plans on turning all of it around when he pulls henry’s name for their staff secret santa. or the obliviouspining!alex x coffee shop x christmas x secret santa au that no one asked for.

I Get Drunk on Jealousy by aforgottennymph. E, 43k.

Something is crackling in the air, and as oblivious as Henry can be, there’s no mistaking the closeness of Alex to him, the dark look in his eyes that are piercing through his very being. Or maybe he’s just insanely drunk. Because in what other universe would his insanely gorgeous co-worker be looking at him with bedroom eyes, one hand gripping his forearm tightly enough to keep him in place, but not enough to bruise. “I think,” Alex says slowly, as though giving Henry a chance to protest, “that we should fuck.” “Excuse me?”

Henry dislikes doing things that he doesn’t excel at, this includes but is not limited to; baking, interior decorating and acting normal around drop-dead gorgeous men who have eyes he can practically dive into and drown in.

Unfortunately for Henry, his new job involves all three.

But Alex is straight, clearly, given how he flirts with every woman that comes through the door, which is fine.

Two can play at this game.

The Best Bar in the World by @pridepages. T, 76k. If someone had asked Alex to picture a gay bar, he probably would have imagined flashing rainbow lights, pounding club music, and a sticky dive floor coated in spilled beer and vodka. The last thing he would have thought of was this...

As Alex drank in the sight, his companion drew back heavy curtains, allowing sunlight to pour in from the quiet courtyard outside. The man turned back with a smile at the look of awe on Alex's face. "Welcome to Wilde's...I'm Henry, and it's a pleasure to meet you at last."

The same day Alex Claremont-Diaz is dumped by his boyfriend, he discover's Wilde's: the best bar in the world.

The one in which Henry Fox owns a bar and falls for one of his regulars.

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Paradise | kinktober 2024 | “richer, richest”

prompt: bathtub sex

pairing: alex/one of my many girls

word count: 4071

song: “music to watch boys to” by lana del rey

contains: references to fiddler on the roof and fun in acapulco, banter, alex in a hammock, drinking, bathing and washing, handjobs

The cool night air kissed his forehead as he climbed into the hammock with a freshly made Manhattan in one hand. He had taken off his shirt and relished in the fact that Birmingham beckoned a bit of rain come the morning after. What a good show! And a hot one at that: though he never expected to sweat all that much given he didn’t wear all that much, he still stripped down to his underwear and took advantage of one of the canvas hammocks right outside of the hotel lobby. His curls had been drenched, and enough to where a few of them stuck onto the side of his neck as if he had just taken a shower, but he vowed to take one once his heartbeat calmed down and he had finished his drink as well.

Right before the show, he had told those two girls that he would be waiting for them in his room afterwards like Elvis in Acapulco, complete with a drink in hand.

He set the glass down on the edge of the canvas, right next to his hip, and he rested his other hand upon his bare chest. His fingers crept over his bare skin and the fine hair beginning to sprout up. His skin, though warm and glossy with sweat, seemed to glow under the golden light of the outside lamps, a tender soft porcelain as smooth like that of milk.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the lead of his band, with those thick molasses-colored coils flowing back from his head, or his twin guitarist, with that smooth jet-black hair that seemed to float over his head like water. All the hair and all the sweat and all the dark leather and denim that could possibly be a dream to him not even a few years before then.

He opened his eyes and thought about adding a little more to his relaxation session there in the hammock, especially when he had a big strong cocktail in hand. Something to get him a little more comfortable, especially once those two girls showed up. He sipped on the little black straw tucked in his glass as an airplane sailed overhead and a few passersby down below chattered in those big loud Brommie accents.

The drink hit his parched throat, when he caught the sound of a knock on the door in bedroom. He then cleared his throat and raised his head out from the head of the hammock.

“Come in!” he called out in the biggest, fullest voice he could do.

The door swung open, and Q sidled into the room, her hair pinned up against her head with sparkling black bobby pins adorned with what looked like little roses and her body wrapped up in a fitted black dress dotted with little skulls.

“Oh, hi,” he said as he lay his head back down on the canvas and put his hand back underneath his head. She strode on over to him with what looked like a dark red bottle of bubble bath in one hand, and her handbag in the other, and she stood in the doorway with a sly smirk on her face. It was there he realized the dots on her bobby pins were tiny bejeweled skulls: they sparkled like glitter under the golden light of the outside lights.

“Where’s our hibiscus?” he asked her with a gesture to the balcony.

“She’s talking up to one of your band mates,” Q replied, “the rhythm guitarist who has been sweet-talking her since yesterday.” She then showed him a little smile. “Hibiscus, is that what you called her?”

“Our girl who wants to take us to Hawai’i when the time comes,” he stated with a slight raise of one eyebrow. “And she’s been talking to him, really? I’m jealous.”

“He cooked her a big pastrami sandwich on some marbled rye bread yesterday,” Q said, and she twirled the bottle of bubble bath about in her fingers. “And you know us, too, babe—we like to do things from a multiple standpoint.”

“Not sure if he understands that,” he confessed in a low voice, and he sipped on his Manhattan a little more.

“She’ll be joining us once we get things moving along here, though,” Q vowed, and she showed him the bottle of bubble bath, and he had a feeling that it was going to smell of spices and her bloody kisses.

“I could use a little bath,” he confessed to her as he tucked his free hand behind his head. He rested the base of the glass on the side of his stomach, to which the condensation sent a chill over his body. It felt good, however, perhaps more so than the cooler British weather in comparison to the heat of the show from before.

“Would you like me to join you in the hammock?” she offered him as she set her purse down on the floor next to edge of the door, and she cradled the bottle of bubble bath in both hands as if she was offering him the sword to lend him into battle.

“I’m all kinds of sweaty, though,” he pointed out. “You saw us out there, it was like a sweatshop.”

“I’d chill in there with you,” Q insisted. “And I’m pretty damn sure Jay would cozy up next to you, too. Neither of us care how schweaty you are.”

He burst out laughing at that.

“Schweaty? Schweaty on the schlemiel with this old schlub?” And she laughed at that as well.

“Well, it’s just…” Q eyed his body, his long legs and the way that he held the glass of Manhattan next to his belly and kept one hand right under his head. The way a few tendrils of hair plastered themselves onto the side of his neck and his shoulder. He hooded his eyes at her, and he took another sip, that time he caught a taste of the bitters fused with the cherries.

“What?” He raised his eyebrows at her, and he gave the glass a slight swirl.

“Look at you,” she remarked with a gesture to his body.

He ran his tongue along his top row of teeth, along those buck teeth.

“Tevye. Look at you. Just… look at your body.”

“Look at me the way you look at life,” he said with a raise of his glass. “L’chaim!” He tugged the straw out of the cocktail and then drank down the rest of it in one fell swoop. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his curls.

“You couldn’t have bought me a Cosmo?” she asked him, slightly wounded.

“After we have our bath, I’ll take you downstairs for a quick little whipping up of a girly drink for one of my two girlies,” he promised her in a single breath. “If Jay comes back between now and then, we’ll get her a daiquiri.” He knitted his eyebrows at that. “She does like daiquiri, right?”

“She likes a daiquiri, she likes sex on the beach and a screaming orgasm, too,” Q told him with a straight face, to which he raised his eyebrows once again.

“She likes a screaming orgasm, really?” he chuckled. “As much as she likes to breathe and gasp and what have you. A nice chilly creamy screaming orgasm right between the teeth?”

Q nodded her head in enthusiasm.

“She likes amaretto and Kahlua,” she replied. “She likes the Caress, too. Irish cream with orange liqueur. They don’t call her big mama for no reason.”

“You got that right, woof,” he muttered, and he leaned over the edge of the hammock and set down the glass on the concrete of the balcony. Q stooped over and picked it up with one hand.

“By the way, I love that dress on you,” he told her.

“You do?” She tucked his empty glass in the hand with the bottle of bubble bath, and she ran that free hand down the hourglass shape of her body, right down her hip.

“I do. Very cute and makes me wanna touch you some more.”

“You wanna take a bath?” she offered him, and she showed him a playful little smile.

“You know it,” he told her as he swung the hammock a bit with nothing more than his hips; he could feel the sweat beading some more up on his brow. “You and me in that big tub with that big red bottle in one hand? Yes, please.” He swayed the hammock a bit more, and he rolled over onto the side of the canvas, albeit to no avail.

“You want some help?” Q offered him, and she set the bottle of bubble bath down next to her purse.

“Maybe,” he grunted out as the hammock kept on swinging underneath him. He rolled over onto his stomach and tried to put one foot down onto the concrete, but he was swinging too hard.

“Here, let me help you—” Q spoke too soon as the hammock swung back and he rolled right out onto the concrete floor of the balcony. But then he sat up all the way right as the underside of the canvas brushed against his head, and he showed her a toothy smile.

“That’s one way to do it,” he declared, and he rubbed his hands together. Q giggled at that, and she offered him her helping hands. He stumbled up to his feet and ran his fingers through his hair again. “Yeah, let’s have a bath.”

“Bath babe,” she decreed with a gentle pat of his svelte little belly, and then she picked up the empty glass, while he scooped up her purse and the bottle of bubble bath from the spot next to the door frame. He walked back into the room first, and she slid the door closed behind them. She then shook her head at the sight of his room, and he noticed her in the reflection of the mirror over the sink on the other side of the room.

“What?” he asked her.

“Such a messy boy!” she declared. “You couldn’t have made your bed?”

“I’m going to!” he insisted, and then he dropped his shorts right then. “First things first.”

“I should tell you that the bubble bath smells lovely,” Q assured him as she set his empty glass down on the table against the wall.

“Let us relish in it,” he declared with a slight shake of his bare ass to her. She lunged for him to give him a pinch, and then he scampered into the bathroom with the bottle in hand.

A big spacious room with a large L-shaped pearly white tub big enough for the two of them as well as Jay, his lead singer, and his rhythm guitarist, and he dropped the plug into the drain and switched on the faucet in the pivot part of the tub, cold first followed by the hot water.

“I reckon we don’t need that much water,” he said when he heard her walk into the room right behind him, to which she pinched his bare ass and then tickled the small of his back. He arched his back and stepped out of her way. She had unscrewed the bottle and poured a small dollop of the rich red bubble bath, the same color as lush, freshly pressed red wine.

“Okay, now… oh, wow, that does smell lovely,” he remarked. “Is that cinnamon?”

“Cardamom,” she replied as she set another pair of smaller dark red bottles on the edge of the tub next to the washcloths. “Jay tells me it’s a major aphrodisiac amongst other things.” She stuck her hand down into the water right under the faucet head to stimulate the suds. A small bubble floated up to his face, and he looked on at his own reflection. The fact the water was going to be warm only made him sweat a little more, but he knew for a fact that the long-haired boy in the reflection of the bubble was going to relish every part of it. He watched Q take off her dress from behind, to which she glimpsed over her shoulder at him and showed a little smile.

He eyed the full hourglass shape of her body as well as the way her ass hung right next to his head. Her dress fell to the carpeted bath mat on the floor, and then she followed it up with a drop of her bra down her arms and her panties down her legs.

The water rose up to where it looked as though they were going to have their legs completely submerged, and Q climbed in, right foot first, followed by the left. He watched her take her spot right next to the faucet, and she switched it off right then. Suds stacked up on top of each other all across the surface of the water, all of which smelled of that warm, delicate anise smell of cardamom.

“Come on in, baby,” she coaxed him as she began taking the bobby pins out of her hair. He set one foot in, followed by the other, to which he gasped at the feeling against his skin.

“Oh, my god, the water’s perfect,” he told her as he took his seat on the bottom. The surface of the water rose above his belly button so his thighs were completely covered in the suds. He leaned back as if to recline on the wall of the tub, but he instead lay down flat on his back. His curls submerged under the water, and the water whirred inside of his ears. The water surrounded the perimeter of his face, and he could feel his waist rising up from the water. He glanced to his left to see Q showing him a smile.

“It’s like you’re undergoing a baptism, babe,” she told him.

“I’m absolutely undergoing one of those,” he retorted back to her, and then he sat upright on the bottom of the tub. His hair stuck to his back, his ribs, and the backs of his arms for a few seconds before the curls sprang up against his skin. He cupped his hands into the water on his lap and splashed it up onto his face. He cupped his hands again, and he splashed more water onto his chest and shoulders. He shook his head about, and his hair plastered to his face and neck: he peeked through the drenched tendrils at her.

“You look like water,” she told him as her hair fell to her shoulders. She did the same thing as him, down onto her back so her hair soaked down to the roots. He eyed her breasts and the oblong shape of her nipples, and he wondered where this was going to go once she sat up and picked out a clean white washcloth from the edge of the tub.

“Shall I wash you?” she offered him as she placed the cloth into the water to soak it.

“Oh, you know I’d love that,” he told her as he slid closer to her; a few columns of suds collected around them, which in turn made him think of coral. He snickered to himself as Q reached behind her for one of the bottles on the edge of the tub.

“What’s so funny?” she asked him as she held the bottle in her free hand.

“Jay likes a screaming orgasm,” he chuckled. “Why am I under the impression that part of it has to do with the name, besides her love of the flavors.”

“Same with sex on the beach and the Caress,” Q said as she wiped a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Make everyone in the room blush.” He chuckled some more as Q poured a small dollop of the pearly white soap into the palm of her other hand blanketed in the washcloth. She rubbed the cloth against itself for a thick lather, which also smelled of cardamom.

“What’s in a sex on the beach, anyway?” he asked her as she rubbed the cloth across his shoulders to his upper arm.

“Peach, orange, and cranberry, if I remember correctly.” Gently, she washed down his arms, and he put them over his head so she could take care of his pits and his chest.” It’s been so long since I’ve had one, and it’s been a while since she had one, too.” He put his arms down as some of the soap dripped down his skin to the surface of the water. “We like slippery nipples, too. Irish cream with sambuca.”

“I’m gonna get so soaked with you girls,” he declared, and he let out a hearty laugh. He lifted his hands out of the water, only to find some suds on the backs of his hands. “Completely and totally soaked. And I like how you said ‘slippery nipples’ as the soap slid off my chest.”

“‘Cause your nipples are quite slippery, Tevye,” she retorted to him. “Let me get your back next.”

He bunched his hair as if to make a ponytail, and then he slung it over his shoulder. He closed his eyes as she ran the cloth across his back and down his spine and sides. The smell was warm and intoxicating, and the cloth swept over his hot, clammy skin as if to nourish him.

Once she was done, he lay back down in the water and rinsed off that way. He sat back up so she could wash his hair for him with the shampoo in the other red bottle.

“God, this is lovely,” he remarked as she slowly massaged her fingers over his scalp. “I kind of feel something coming on, if you catch my drift.” Q then rounded the side of his face, past the suds and the lather in his hair, for a kiss on his clear skin.

“Well… we’re here in the tub together. And it’s a big tub, too.”

“It is a big tub, this is true,” he told her with a raise of his eyebrows at her. “You wanna… maybe fool around and have a little fun here while we have some time alone? I’m not sure what we could do.”

“Jay’s the water master, too,” Q added. “She’d know what to do. I could give it to you in other ways, though.” She ran her fingers down through his hair, and he lay back down in the water again for a good rinse. All the while, she flexed her fingers over his chest and his belly as if to tickle him. He covered his belly with his hands and he let the water flow through his hair.

“Water is not really the best lube, though,” Q pointed out in a hollow voice as his ears were right above the surface of the water. “That won’t stop me from fondling you down, though. Fondling you down and giving you a little pain for not waiting for my best friend.”

He licked his lips and flashed her a wink.

“And it shouldn’t, either.” She then reached over for the closest pile of suds and cloaked his hips and thighs with it. She reached down under the pile of suds so he could not see what she was doing. He stayed leaned back and let his chest and shoulders sink further down to the water. The tub was shallow enough that he could partially float on his back but at the same time, he could keep his ass and the backs of his thighs down on the bottom.

He could feel her fingers groping over his skin, and the water acted as a protective layer between the two of them. A layer of makeshift latex over his skin. The feeling that he had sunk back into the warmth of the water as if he was floating under the kiss of the sun.

He could feel her other hand running the washcloth down the top of his thigh, all the way down to his knee. The suds and the soap gave her more protection than his closed eyes ever would for her.

His ears sank below the water: it rushed into his ears to where it sounded as though he floated about in the calmest part of the ocean. The edge of the water kissed the perimeter of his face again, and he spread out his arms on either side of him as if he was in fact undergoing a baptism.

Q ran the cloth down the top of his other thigh, and all the while, she never let go of his dick with her one hand, and as a result, he was well on his way to growing as firm and full as he could let it. The water washed over his legs to rinse off the soap, and then she began fondling him even more. She kneaded on the base of his shaft, down close to his body as if she was kneading dough. Her fingers grazed over the tender, sensitive skin down inside of his thighs, and he knew it was to add to the feeling. These girls knew how to touch him, and Q always surprised him to top it all off.

She ran both hands up his shaft to the head as if she was playing a harp, and she wriggled her fingers against his head. The suds surrounded them like clouds, especially once she straightened out his shaft and held him by the head. He opened his mouth, and yet no sound emerged at first.

She held onto the tip with two fingers, and then she very delicately ran her fingertips up the inside of his shaft: some suds ran down his skin to the space between his thighs. It was like being fondled by clouds while floating on the ocean. He finally raised his head out of the water so he could make that low moan from the back of his throat all for her.

She ran the tip of one finger around the rim of the hole at the end, which in turn brought out a bucking from his hips. She rested a hand on his belly to steady him, and at that point, he opened his eyes. He glanced at her and the devilish look on her face and the twinkle in her eye. She showed him the tip of her tongue, and then she rested one finger on his lips to silence him, even though he wasn’t going to say anything.

“Hold still,” she commanded. She held onto him with one hand, and he realized he was still entrenched in a blanket of those warm, spicy suds.

He gasped from the feeling of her fingers down inside of his head. Her fingernail against the soft, tender skin up inside of him, and he writhed about a bit under the water. He could feel his hips bucking again from that grating sensation. It gave him more of a pinch than her fingers on his ass or the way she flexed her fingers over his belly.

Q stuck her finger down inside of the hole, and she grated her nail against the inside of him. With her other hand, she dug her nails onto his shaft, and he gritted his teeth from the sensation. It hurt but it felt so good. She treated him to a bath and yet he got greedy, and now he was taking it.

He could feel himself about to get off, and she slipped her finger out of the head. She cupped her hands around his shaft and she blanketed more suds around him, and he knew it was to buoy the fact he was coming there in the bathtub.

Q then lay down in the water next to him and stroked his chest down with the palm of her hand. He finally opened his eyes and rolled his head over for a look into her face and the fact she was dipping the crown of her head into the water to drench her hair.

“Shall I do you now?” he offered her.

“I had a shower earlier but—” She leaned in for a kiss on his cherry lips. “You are so sweet, though. Let’s dry off and go find our big mama and see if she’s having a sex on the beach with your twin guitarist.”

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strid3rofthen0rth · 11 months ago

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First segment of grocery list: complete. The traditional Wisconsin relish trays I grew up with, for each end of the table. What might be called a charcuterie board (kinda... ish) in other places.

Pickled beets

Cornichons

Pickled button shrooms

Dilly beans

Pickled herring

Pepper jack

Braunschweiger

Crackers

Pecan cheddar

Gardettos or Chex Mix

Crusty cocktail bread

White squeaky cheese curds

Yellow squeaky cheese curds

Venison German summer sausage

Olives

Veggies

Deviled eggs

Smoked chicken dip

Cold pack cranberry and almond cheese

Not pictured: cannibal sandwiches - raw ground ribeye and onions on rye squares

#how we do it anyway #lots of variations out there

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sreegs · 2 years ago

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two-parter:

like many other zillenial cusps, my white ass cant get enough of moscow mules– the more ginger kick the better. pausing now in case you need to roll your eyes; no worries. now, got any favorites in the category of mules/bucks? any underrated gems of the genre i should be aware of?

for my second inquiry... how to put this. i've always loved smells, and to experience scents (i consider myself a novice fumehead). thus i feel drawn to the herbaceous/aromatic/botanical aspects of liquor and liquor preparation. not sure exactly what to ask here, except maybe just like, how does one "get into" gin and/or bitters...? i have an interest in both but no clue where or how to start learning (or what to start drinking), if that makes sense. apologies if that's much too open-ended; if you don't really know what to do with this question, feel free to just throw one or more related cocktail recommendation/s at me and call it a day.

thanks!! 🥂🍻

mules are great, both the drink and the animal. unfortunately that's not a diverse category because the ginger beer is overpowering. however, it's very flexible. ginger beer and spirits go together like bread and olive oil. you cant really go wrong. ginger is a sweet or savory spice so it can do what it wants.

id recommend a Dark & Stormy if you havent already had it. Shot of rum, lime juice (half or whole lime to your liking), 2-3 dashes of bitters, serve on the rocks, ginger beer to cover. Flavorful, higher proof rums are better. Try an agricole or demerara overproof.

a variation on the dark & stormy is the Añejo Highball. Aged rum, 1/4 oz orange curacao (grand marinier is fine), 2-3 dashes of bitters, ginger beer to cover. orange peel. on the rocks.

Want something fizzy that will fuck you up? Try a Stone Fence. This one's old. Shot of rye whiskey on the rocks, cover with dry hard cider. Not sweet! Avoid angry orchard! Goodnight.

for your second question, you asked about herbaceous and botanicals, you jumped to gin and bitters, which is a good start. but i have another recommendation before i talk about that: try a mezcal made from wild agave. It has herbal notes you would not expect from an agave spirit.

As for gin and bitters: i thought i hated gin. It was weird because I like zirbenz, which is a bitter made from stone pine fruits, and some genepis which have other pines in them. It turns out i hate London Dry gin. Another thing the Brits fucked up.

Genevers and gin made in other styles are good. I've even had a french gin made from pear distillate. That one was great. London Dry leans heavy into a profile that is tough to approach, so I'd say avoid London Dry if you want something easy to start with.

Bitters, on the other hand, is such a broad category of flavors. Your easiest way in are the most common ones. Try Campari for an easy way in, it's also a common component in many bitters cocktails. Ramazotti is pretty ubiquitous and a nice contrast to Campari. Maraschino is a good liqueur if you like cherries (it's actually made from the pits so you get heavy almond notes). Fernet is a must-have if you want the really bitter stuff. Suze is a tough one but a nice mixer. China China (cheena-cheena) is a good citrus bitters. Lastly, an anisette like Pernod is much easier to try than absinthe. You want something smoky? See if you can find Sfumato.

Now, how to try these? You can sip them on their own, but the easiest way to try bitters is to just build variations on the Americano. 1 ounce bitters, 1 ounce dry vermouth, on the rocks with seltzer to cover. Lemon wedge. Or you can skip the vermouth and just make a highball. Vary the seltzer until you get a flavor profile you like.

A word on vermouth: i don't like Dolin or Martini Rossi. I prefer Lillet, Cocci, or Perucchi if you can find it.

#booze #cocktails #bitters

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buffaloareafishfrygal · 2 years ago

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March 10, 2023

Morluski’s Polish and Italian Cuisine

10678 Main Street Clarence, NY 14031

(716) 407-3238

A snowy Friday didn’t keep me away from venturing out to Clarence. This little gem is so different than most WNY fish fry venues. First, they take reservations and highly recommend that you do so. So that means little or no wait for a table… unheard of! There is a small parking lot in the rear or street parking out front. They had many options for large parties on the first floor and a very private second floor area with just two tables for two overlooking the restaurant. A perfect spot for an intimate date night if you are able to do stairs. Normally I like to order a beer with my fish, but their cocktail menu really sparked my interest. Unique blends that their creator should be proud of. I went with “the boss” and it was fantastic! While we waited for our drinks I really started to dissect the atmosphere. So much to comment on here. It’s warm even though it’s a gutted old church. Lots of cozy brick. The bar area is beautiful and they even had a live piano player! There is quirky decor everywhere with a large quotient of flamingos. Yes. Flamingos everywhere. You could literally visit here a hundred times and see something new each time. I loved it! Our server, Chelsea, made us feel completely at home. I almost felt like we were visiting an old friend for dinner. Really made our experience enjoyable. The fish fry was a skinless haddock in a thin very crispy crust. Super crispy with a darker hue. The flavor of the fish was outstanding and every bite had a good crunch from the shell.(9) All of the sides were homemade. The potato salad was pretty standard. Featuring skin on potato cubes with shredded carrots. (9) The pasta salad featured bow tie pasta and also shredded carrots. There was more going on there than just mayo but I couldn’t put my finger on it. (8) The show stealer was the red cabbage and pickled onion cole slaw. Never had anything like it! (9) Rye bread with butter was fresh. Standard creamy tartar. The only thing that disappointed was that there were no fries! What in the actual heck?!? This was a really solid dinner. Homemade holy trinity. Great fish. However, a fish fry without fries is like peanut butter without jelly. It really kills their rating. Overall, I give it an 8.5. I will be back to try some of their other menu items. I loved the atmosphere that much. Side note: bring cash. They do accept cards but charge you 3.99% fee to do so.

#fishfry #fishfrygal #clarence #morluskis #holy trinity

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rabbitcruiser · 2 years ago

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Friday Fish Fry Day

Friday Fish Fry Day is a celebration of the Friday night fish fry, a Midwest tradition. It takes place each year on the first Friday of Lent and is celebrated in Wisconsin, in the Midwest, in the United States, and around the world. On many Friday nights, family and friends gather together for fish frys at establishments like restaurants and bars, and that is what Friday Fish Fry Day is about. It is a time to enjoy food, to make memories, to build relationships, and to support local businesses. The day was created by Friday fish fry aficionado Caleb Westphal, who had eaten over 370 consecutive Friday night fish frys at the time of the holiday's first celebration.

A Brandy Old Fashioned—or, in the case of the young, a Kiddie Cocktail��is often enjoyed before eating a fish fry, and a cup of New England Clam Chowder sometimes precedes the meal as well. A fish fry consists of either beer-battered or breaded deep-fried fish. Common species used for fish frys are cod, pollock, haddock, catfish, smelt, perch, walleye, and bluegill. A combo platter or all-you-can-eat fish option may be on the menu, and the fish is regularly eaten with tartar sauce. Fish frys also usually come with a choice of potato—most often french fries or potato pancakes—coleslaw, and rye bread.

Friday night fish frys are particularly common in Wisconsin, where they are a year-round tradition. There they are found in taverns, restaurants, supper clubs, church basements, bowling alleys, and beer gardens, and at fraternal organizations and social clubs. The Friday night fish fry tradition cuts across class, geographic, and political lines, making it a shared experience that has the potentiality to help people break down barriers and build a better world. In high-end restaurants and neighborhood dive bars, the fish fry is reasonably priced and reigns on Friday night. In downtown urban centers and along country backroads, the fish fry reigns on Friday night. In Red Republican households and Blue Democrat households, the fish fry reigns on Friday night.

Three main factors came together to make Wisconsin the Friday night fish fry capital. First, a large German Catholic population from Europe settled the state in the nineteenth century. At the time, they were required by the church to abstain from warm-blooded meat on every Friday of the year. They made fish their cold-blooded meat of choice. Church changes came in the twentieth century, which stipulated that warm-blooded meat only had to be avoided during Ash Wednesday and Fridays during Lent. This is why fish frys are particularly popular during Lent today, and why the first Friday of Lent was chosen as the date for Friday Fish Fry Day.

The second main factor that helped make Wisconsin the Friday night fish fry capital is beer. For one, fried fish is often beer-battered, and the state was known for brewing beer. Breweries like Pabst, Miller, Schlitz, and Blatz were all headquartered in Milwaukee. For another, many taverns began selling fried fish during Prohibition, to bring in customers and stay afloat since they could no longer sell beer. Fried fish also provided a good cover for the beer that was often sold under the table. It was during this era, in the 1920s and '30s, that the Friday night fish fry in Wisconsin really began to take hold.

The third main factor that helped make Wisconsin the Friday night fish fry capital is the abundance of lakes and fish. Not only does Wisconsin have many inland lakes, but it is bordered on the east by Lake Michigan, and part of its northern border is along Lake Superior. Together, these waters provided Wisconsinites with plenty of freshwater fish for their Friday ritual. The synergy between these three factors made the ascension of the Friday night fish fry in the state a natural occurrence. But Friday night fish frys are not limited to the state, and neither is Friday Fish Fry Day, which is celebrated all around the world today!

How to Observe Friday Fish Fry Day

Enjoy a Friday night fish fry with family and friends at a local eating establishment! If you happen to be in Wisconsin, you could have your fish fry at one of the best places to get one in the Madison or Milwaukee areas. If you are unable to dine in-person, pick up a fish fry to take home or make your own. Make sure to share a photo of your fish fry on social media along with the name of the place you got it from and the hashtag #FridayFishFryDay! When you are finished eating, you could watch a documentary such as We're Here for a Fish Fry! or Fish Fry Night Milwaukee.

If you are unable to dine in-person, pick up a fish fry to take home or make your own. When you are finished eating, you could watch a documentary such as We're Here for a Fish Fry! or Fish Fry Night Milwaukee. Finally, you could donate to Feeding America in the spirit of "buying dinner" for a neighbor in need, and then vote for your favorite fish fry establishment and be entered to win a Korbel prize pack.

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plantrichcatering · 6 months ago

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Elevate Your Event with Finger Food Catering: A Guide to Delightful Bites

When it comes to hosting an event, whether it’s a corporate gathering, a wedding reception, or a casual get-together, the food you serve can make a lasting impression. Finger food catering has become a popular choice for many, offering a variety of benefits that can enhance any occasion. In this blog, we'll explore the allure of finger food catering, provide tips for planning your menu, and highlight some delicious options that are sure to impress your guests.

Why Choose Finger Food Catering?

Convenience and Versatility

Finger foods are incredibly versatile and can be tailored to suit any event theme or dietary requirement. They’re easy to eat while mingling, making them perfect for standing receptions and social gatherings.

Variety and Appeal

With Finger Food Catering, you can offer a diverse selection of dishes, ensuring there’s something for everyone. From savory to sweet, hot to cold, the possibilities are endless.

Cost-Effective

Finger foods can be a more affordable option compared to a full sit-down meal. They allow for creative presentation and portion control, helping you manage your budget while still providing high-quality cuisine.

Interactive Experience

Finger foods often encourage guests to try different flavors and combinations, creating a more interactive and engaging dining experience.

Planning Your Finger Food Menu

Consider Your Event Theme

Your menu should reflect the theme and style of your event. For a sophisticated affair, opt for elegant canapés and gourmet bites. For a casual gathering, consider hearty sliders and flavorful dips.

Balance Flavors and Textures

Aim for a balance of flavors and textures. Combine crunchy and creamy, sweet and savory, to keep your guests' palates entertained.

Accommodate Dietary Restrictions

Ensure you have options for guests with dietary restrictions or preferences. Include vegetarian, vegan, gluten-free, and dairy-free choices to make everyone feel included.

Seasonal Ingredients

Utilize seasonal ingredients to enhance the flavor and freshness of your dishes. This not only supports local producers but also adds a touch of seasonality to your menu.

Presentation Matters

Finger foods should not only taste good but also look appealing. Use attractive platters, garnishes, and creative arrangements to elevate the presentation.

Delicious Finger Food Ideas

Savory Bites

Mini Quiches: Bite-sized quiches with a variety of fillings such as spinach and feta, ham and cheese, or mushroom and truffle.

Stuffed Mushrooms: Mushrooms filled with a savory mix of cheese, herbs, and breadcrumbs.

Chicken Satay Skewers: Tender chicken skewers served with a flavorful peanut dipping sauce.

Gourmet Sliders: Mini burgers with gourmet toppings like caramelized onions, blue cheese, and arugula.

Seafood Delights

Shrimp Cocktail Shots: Individual servings of shrimp with a zesty cocktail sauce.

Smoked Salmon Canapés: Smoked salmon on rye bread with cream cheese and dill.

Crab Cakes: Mini crab cakes with a tangy remoulade sauce.

Vegetarian Options

Caprese Skewers: Cherry tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, and basil drizzled with balsamic glaze.

Falafel Balls: Crispy falafel served with a side of tzatziki or hummus.

Stuffed Mini Peppers: Sweet mini peppers stuffed with a creamy cheese mixture.

Sweet Treats

Mini Cheesecakes: Individual cheesecakes topped with fresh berries or chocolate drizzle.

Fruit Skewers: Colorful skewers of fresh fruit with a honey-yogurt dipping sauce.

Macarons: Delicate French macarons in assorted flavors.

Final Tips for a Successful Finger Food Event

Hire Professional Caterers: If possible, hire a professional catering service to handle the preparation and presentation. This ensures high-quality food and allows you to focus on enjoying your event.

Create a Flow: Arrange your food stations in a way that encourages movement and social interaction among guests.

Have Ample Napkins and Plates: Make sure there are plenty of napkins and small plates available for guests to use.

Finger food catering is a fantastic way to make any event memorable and enjoyable. With careful planning and attention to detail, you can create a menu that not only satisfies the taste buds but also enhances the overall experience for your guests. So next time you’re planning an event, consider the charm and convenience of finger foods – they’re sure to be a hit!

#finger food catering #finger food catering melbourne

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