#fic: coffee & tea

[saradika-graphics]

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ahh hi! thank you so much! and definitely - both you and @browesishu requested something with coffee/tea - I had a couple already made, so I combined them with some new ones for you. Hope you like these! ☕️💖

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[viking-raider]

Tea and Coffee

Summary: Henry and I have been--something--for years. Friends? Room Mates? Friends with undefined, unfulfilling, benefits. I don't know! All I do know, is this morning, I've had more than I can take of it.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader (1st person)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: M - Language, Frustration, Lurking, Something to Lovers, Hurt, Longing, Fluff - SMUT - Unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it!)

Inspiration: Nothing special, just a polish up of an old story I wrote.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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I walked into my bedroom and stopped dead in the doorway, jaw dropping to the floor, laying in my bed on his back, and quite naked, despite the heavy down blanket just covering his lower half, was Henry Cavill.

It wasn't Henry being in my bed that affected me. We'd been sharing a bed for sometime now. Borderline dating, if you want to call it that. But hadn't officiated it, though we made out, cuddled and touched each other a hell of a lot.

It was him being naked in my bed.

Eyes trailing from his relaxed face and over his hairy, muscular chest to where the edge of the blanket just stopped, at the last possible inch of his lower hips. I'd been turned on by Henry shirtless before—who the hell wouldn't be? But now, I felt something new inside myself yearning for more, to tug that blanket free and see him utterly naked, to feel him naked against me, to feel him inside of me.

However, before my mind or actions could go any farther into possibly acting out on it, Henry started to stir and I lost my nerve. I didn't want him to catch me staring at him, so I turned on my heels and made my way downstairs, before he saw me.

Standing at the kitchen counter, trying to get myself back together, with a cup of tea to calm my nerves with the caffeine, when Henry appeared behind me. He was in a loose pair of gray sweatpants, and was still shirtless. He smiled at me softly, wrapping his arms around my waist, peeking over my shoulder to see what I was doing. I relaxed, feeling Henry's hands graze my hips and wrap his strong arms around me. Leaning back against him, I turned my head, as he rested his on my shoulder, and kissed his cheek lightly, half wondering if the hard on he was sporting was his having to pee or something more.

“Tea or coffee?” He asked, turning his face to nuzzle my neck, playfully.

“Tea.” I answered. “You want coffee?”

“Mmm.” He sighed, closing his eyes and tightening his arms around me, making his hard on even more noticeable and me to moan, my eyes closing. But as quickly as Henry had hugged me closer to him, he let go again. “Coffee.” He whispered, turning to the Keurig and getting it going, before heading out to the living room to pop the tv on.

I stood where I was, gobsmacked. What had I done? Or had I misinterpreted what he had done.

Shaking my head, disappointed, I pulled the whistling kettle off the stove and poured my cuppa. Standing there, while my tea brewed, unable to face him, and cringing when I heard the Keurig beep, signaling that Henry's coffee was ready. I didn't look at him as he came back into the kitchen, grabbing a cup from the cabinet above my head and poured his brew.

“You got anything scheduled for today?” He asked, turning to lean back against the counter and sipped the black liquid.

I shook my head, pulling the tea bag from my cup and tossed it in the trash, before stirring in a bit of honey and creamer.

Henry frowned, watching me finish my tea. “So, you got nothing to do today?” He asked and got another head shake. “What's wrong?” He frowned more, knowing something was off.

“Nothing.” I answered, in short, taking a sip of tea.

“Did I do something?”

What you didn't do. I almost said, out loud. “No, you haven't done anything.” I told him, and left the kitchen.

He called after me as I went upstairs, but I ignored him.

Frowning and dropping his head forward with a sigh, Henry turned and went back to the couch, figuring I'd come back down. But, when I didn't come back almost an hour later, Henry set his empty cup on the coffee table and headed upstairs, finding me sitting cross legged in the bed and on my laptop.

“What are you doing?” He asked, stopping next to the bed, staring down at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Checking my mail.” I answered, never looking away from the screen or stopping my fingers as I typed out a reply to one of my most urgent emails.

“Why aren't you checking them downstairs?”

“What does it matter where I check them?” I replied, frowning at the screen.

“Well, you always check them downstairs, on the couch, while watching tv with me.” Henry answered, sounding hurt, and looking so.

“Yeah, cause I'm only good for watching tv, right.” I snapped, slamming my laptop shut and getting up to head for the bathroom.

“What!” Henry snapped back, surprised, rounding the bed to grab me by the arm and pull me to a stop.

“Fuck off!” I snapped back, trying to yank away from him.

“What's wrong?” Henry asked, holding me and wrapping an arm around my waist, so I couldn't pull away from him again. “Tell me.” He said, soft and low.

“I told you,” I barked. “To fuck off.”

Henry grinned at me. “I love it when you're worked up.” He chuckled, amused.

“You won't when I kick you in the nuts.” I growled, again. “Now, let go!”

“Nope.” He laughed, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You've pissed me off already, Cavill. You wanna finish it!?” I growled, agitated by his smugness.

“So, I did piss you off.” He grinned wider. “What did I do?”

I growled and shoved him away, Henry letting me go this time. “Go fuck yourself.” I huffed, storming into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Henry roared with laughter and opened the bathroom door, leaning against the framing, seeing I had started to undress. I turned to look at him with an expression of pure murder. But, before I could cuss him out again and kick him out of the bathroom, Henry pushed off the door frame towards me. Grabbing me by the wrist, he pulled me against him and kissed me deeply. He knew that he'd upset me in the kitchen, when he pulled away, but he was afraid that I wouldn't want him that way, that I was fine with us being something more along the lines of platonic, friends with benefits. But seeing how upset I seemed to be now, assured him that I did want more from him and our relationship.

His hands ran down my back, slipping into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and panties to grab and squeeze my ass. He'd dreamed about touching my bare skin, my body; many times a day, often getting himself off to that image and me in his mind. The prospect of finally being able to see me properly naked and touch me, to be inside of me, made Henry incredibly hard and horny.

He broke the kiss and looked down into my eyes, searching, asking, pleading. I looked back up at him, seeing it and feeling relieved as I nodded my head.

The moment I nodded, the flood gates broke open.

Henry moved, crashing our lips back together in a hungry kiss of long pent up desire. Henry's hands fell to my hips, fingers curling around the waistband of my pajama bottoms and underwear, yanking them down and letting them pool at my feet. Gripping my hips, Henry turned us and picked me up, sat me on the vanity, his knees pushing open mine to allow him to stand between them. His mouth on my neck, sucking and biting the delicate skin there, moans escaped me shamelessly.

I ghosted up the hills and valleys of Henry's thick arms with my palms, raising goosebumps across his skin, to rest my hands on his strong shoulders and smoothed them back down the plain his back, outlining my way over his hips for a moment, before taking one of his hands in mine. I gently spread his fingers and traced the lines on his broad palm, feeling my own skin sizzle with the accomplished contact.

“I want you, Henry.” I moaned, turning my face into the hair just behind his ear, fingers slipping between the gaps of his.

Henry sighed into my neck. “Again.” He whispered, lips lingering against my skin.

“I want you.” I grinned, a thrill running through my veins.

His arms closed around my waist, pressing me flat against him, and I was sure this time. He was hard for me. Henry looked me straight in the eyes, with want and anticipation. Smirking devilishly, he pushed his pants out of the way, chuckling at the wide eyed flare I gave him as I finally got to see the one part of Henry I never had before.

“Lord Jesus.” I gasped, gulping and licking my lips.

“I get that a lot.” Henry quipped, wrapping my legs around his waist.

A shiver ran down my body feeling him rub against me, making me whimper.

Over wasting time, Henry slipped slowly into me, wanting to savor the beautiful, slick warmth he was delving into. My eyes rolled back and shut, the muscles of my stomach quivering, legs tightening around Henry's hips. The first thrust was like lightning striking through our bodies and sizzling in our minds.

I tightened around him and rocked my hips, driving Henry deeper and deeper. “More.” I panted, gripping his shoulders to steady us both. “Henry.” I begged, when he didn't.

Smiling and breathless, Henry pulled me to the edge, spreading his feet a little farther apart, hands glued to my hips and nails digging into my skin, making me groan, he thrust into me harder and fast.

Things tipped over on the counter, spilling onto the floor and into the sink. The room filled with the sounds of exertion and the contact of skin. I gasped, breath catching in my throat, my muscles trembling and despite the hot flush of my body, goosebumps covered my skin, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my spine to every nerve ending.

I surged around Henry, making him groan deep in his throat.

The indescribable warmth radiating from between my thighs intensified, building more and more, making my mind desperately focused on the single goal of tipping over the final edge; a flush of that warmth flooding out, gushing around Henry's still thrusting manhood. When the wave passed, it left me slack and limp, with untold satisfaction and completion, fighting for full breaths and what little strength I had to hold on to him. A sudden surge filled me again, bringing me somewhat out of my haze. It was Henry finally hitting his own peak, pumping me with that gratifying feeling all over again.

Henry's body went lax, his head dropping heavily onto my shoulder, making us both sway against the vanity. I rested my head on his shoulder, arms weak and shaky around his torso, as we leaned against each other for support and fighting to calm our screaming lungs.

“What?” He whispered, too exhausted to manage anything else, as he heard me mumble something, but only felt my lips brush against the skin of his shoulder.

“I'm sorry for getting angry at you.” I said, louder this time, turning my head into his ear. “I should have just told you—what....what I wanted.”

Henry smiled softly, picking his head up, hands raising to hold my face and made me look at him. “I should have told you too.” He admitted. “I should have told you a long time ago. Instead of allowing us to tiptoe on the edge of this...friends with benefits and-and...I don't know—line.”

He licked his lips and nodded his head. “I'm sorry too.”

Resting my forehead against his forehead. “Well, it's all out in the open now.” I told him, caressing my fingers through his hair. “Whatever we are now?”

“I want us to be us.” He answered, simply. “Together, for real.”

I stared into his eyes, a multitude of emotions and thoughts flowing through me. “I'd love that...more than anything.”

“You still wanna take that shower?” He asked, taking a step back, and looking at the stuff that fell onto the floor.

“Yeah, I do.” I laughed. “You wanna join me?”

Henry nodded his head, moving to the shower and turning it on, he knew I loved hotter showers, so he left the cold tap alone and turned back to me. Chuckling, I hopped off the vanity, sauntered by Henry, wobbly legs and all, playfully slapping him on the butt, and stepped into the shower.

Following my lead, Henry stepped in behind me, biting his lip as the hot water cascaded down my body. He pressed his hand to my back, the water washing over his fingers and around his wrist. I was finally all his, no more hoping and wanting. He could really touch me now, like he could never before. It felt freeing to both of us. No more in-between. Stepping closer to me, he slid his hands over my hips and hugged me against him; nothing would get between us again.

[spaciebabie]

I love your anon design so so so so much, they live in my head rent-free, tired gray queer trying to make it through life, they own my heart and soul.

y/n prepares for their nightmare shift where all of the ppl they work w/are insane, want them carnally, or are both at the same time.

they cant even have coffee ta cope w/the horrors. everytime they drink it their body fucking explodes in hatred of them. but thats okay, they have tea :]

[sasanka-27]

It’s real

| Fandom: supernatural | Pairing: Dean/Castiel | Words: 7k+

| Type: oneshot | Rating: Teen and up | Author: Sasanka27

Summary: Morning of his birthday Dean wakes up alone doubting if he hadn’t dream the good parts of his life.

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[kyouka-supremacy]

The fact that it's CANON that Akutagawa doesn't take his coffee black is somehow ironically funny

[padfootastic]

Day 23 - Tea

Written for @prongsfoot-microfic

“Get away from here with that newfangled Western nonsense, Remus!”

Sirius turned, slowly, incredulously, to look at his shouting, shuddering boyfriend.

“Jamie—are you okay?” He certainly didn’t seem like he was. James had his arms raised in front of him, palms out as if warding off evil, face turned away from a bemused Remus.

“No! No, I’m not okay,” James cried dramatically, stumbling backward with hasty steps. Remus mouthed a ‘what the fuck’ in Sirius’ direction, hoping that he’d have a better idea of what was going on. Unfortunately, even with his vast knowledge of everything James Potter, he couldn’t figure out what was going on in that moment.

“James—wha-?”

“Oh, come on, Sirius,” James’ voice came out in a sort of indignant squawk, hands fluttering around. “Don’t tell me you can’t see it. That!” He pointed a finger towards Remus. More specifically, the steaming mug held in his hands.

“That?” Sirius leaned forward, trying to understand what James was going for. The only thing he could see was a milky liquid, with a string poking out of it through the side of the mug. Normal enough for Remus, who needed a cup of tea every three hours if he didn’t want to develop a killer headache. “I don’t get it.”

“The tea, Sirius! That—that abomination!” James finally spelled it out for them, though it didn’t make things any clearer.

“Huh?” Remus finally designed to speak up, peeking into his mug as if it held the answers of the universe. A huge sigh was heaved from the space in front of them, as if James physically couldn’t contain it any longer (not that he was even trying so far).

“I will never understand how you drink that swill when you can have perfectly good chai.”

Ah.

That explained it.

One wouldn’t think so, looking at James Potter, but he was an extreme tea—sorry, chai snob, utterly refusing to put up with anything except his beloved spiced chai. It didn’t matter that most of the time they didn’t want to put in the effort of crushing cardamom, grating ginger, pounding black pepper and waiting for everything to boil in the correct order for just the right amount of time. It didn’t matter that sometimes they just wanted something warm to drink within the minute, and a cup of hot water microwaved on full power with some milk powder and a teabag floating in it was more than good enough to get the job done.

No, for James, if you wanted tea, then you were supposed to have chai.

The moment realisation struck, Remus groaned out loud, all tension seeping out of his shoulders as his entire posture sagged. “James, you—! No. No. Sirius, will you please control your boyfriend while I enjoy my nice, hot cup of English Breakfast TEA without the peanut gallery yammering in the back? Thank you.”

With that, he sent one last scathing look towards an unrepentant James and walked away. They could hear an obnoxiously loud sip and a blissful ‘ah’ as he turned round the corner. James’ left eye twitched and he made a move as if to follow Remus and beat the mug out of his hand. Sirius, of course, couldn’t let that happen.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, J?” Sirius murmured, wrapping his fingers around James’ wrist and pulling him closer. “Chai, tea, it’s all the same, isn’t it?”

“How dare you—“

Of course, Sirius knew the kind of reaction that would provoke, but swallowing James’ outraged huff with the press of his lips was his favorite past time, after all. How could he resist?

[circle-with-me]

3x3 for coffee and tea pweaaase hehe

you get extra 💕

The silly smile remains on his face as he returns from the kitchen and settles back into his chair. He sits the warm cup on its designated coaster next to the computer and stares at it. Tea bought it for him the first time she went grocery shopping after they moved in together. When she got home she came bouncing through the door leaving all of the groceries in the trunk to give it to him.

Jolly thanked her for it as she stood next to him buzzing with excitement, her giggles unable to be contained. She smiled and poked him in the side when he asked what the occasion was.

“It’s a housewarming gift, silly. A new coffee cup for our new home.”

Jolly hasn’t used another cup since.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

definitely the guys from the elijah wood and samuel barnett show

It's funny, sometimes I think aaaah I'm out of my fixation phase with Dirk Gently I guess I don't really care anymore; and then I read a fic/post where the author implies Dirk likes coffee and I have to hastily click out of the fic lest I go on some unhinged rant about how No He Fucking Doesn't

(This is in response to an ask game about which characters yall think I'm the authority on btw, if anyone has any others send em my way this is fun lmao)

[kingkatsuki]

Just thinking about those soft, mundane moments with Bakugou.

[rockingrobin69]

Brewed out of control

He found the note under a book, only the yellow tip of it visible in the clutter on the desk. Draco never bothered tidying up; said he knew ‘exactly where everything was, thank you very much’. Even if it took him half an hour to find Harry’s hoodie (‘I swear I don’t have it, Potter! You can come search yourself if it’s so bloody important!’). And even though he was relentlessly forgetful, always without just the thing he needed, always having to borrow Harry’s. Pens, for example. And notebooks. And woolly earmuffs, although admittedly only once.

(He quite liked seeing Draco in those. And Harry’s scarf too, ‘just because it complimented the look’. With the cold-pinked cheeks and the smile, bright-bright, and, well. Harry wasn’t immune to cute boys in cute outfits. Certainly not deranged ones.)

He wasn’t looking for a note. Draco said he had eyeglass lens spray somewhere in here—typical. He didn’t have any plasters in the whole flat, had to come to Harry for it, for toothpaste, for a bleeding blanket in the middle of winter, but he had eyeglass lens spray. He didn’t even wear glasses. Didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes at Harry, sending him to the bedroom on a fruitless mission. ‘It’d be a shame if you couldn’t see me properly,’ with that smirk, the one that drove Harry mental. If only he wasn’t right.

In any case, he didn’t mean to, but that yellow corner stuck out enough, and the edge of Draco’s slanted handwriting was like a beacon, not something he could ignore. Not even with blurry eyesight, spray nowhere to be found, and also forgotten. Harry pulled the note free. It was some sort of list, most of the items crossed off. Impossible to decipher anything but the very last line: that coffee he liked from the poncy place downtown (?!?)

He couldn’t breathe after reading it, no idea why. Harry didn’t even know what it meant. The ‘he’ in question could be anybody. Although they did go to a poncy café downtown together, just the two of them, and Harry did go on and on about the Brazilian brew. Draco wasn’t even listening, stirring and stirring his tea. And it was… what, ages ago. Why would he write it down? It wasn’t anything special. Draco wasn’t like Harry, obsessively going over the time they spent together like a sad loser. He wouldn’t…

There was something underneath the note, a receipt. From the café downtown, the one Harry liked. From yesterday, months after they went. After that day he missed the last train, crashed at Draco’s, before he moved in. Before… all this. The receipt was for three bags of coffee beans.

Draco didn’t even like coffee. Certainly not enough to buy three bags of it.

Excitement felt thick in his throat, burny. He had no idea what all of it meant. Shaky fingers, all scraps of his courage finally, finally dredged up, he was going to find out.

(Day 10 of @flufftober is part one out of two​! Find all previous Robin’s Flufftober ficlets here, or on AO3, and come back tomorrow to find out together with Harry! )      

[hp-coffeehouse]

MAY 2023 COFFEEHOUSE PROMPT  Welcome to the @hp-coffeehouse monthly prompt post! @hp-coffeehouse on LJ / DW (Post your works on our AO3 COLLECTION) Tag us, and we’ll reblog your work!

PROMPT 72

Image: a silver coloured spoon resting on loose coffee-beans; the inscription on the spoon states: Mom I love you A Latte.

Interpret that how you wish for coffee or tea. RULES ON LJ / DW are here.  

[chlorinewriter]

Tagged by @erinyra for the fanfiction writer bingo! I haven't done anything like this in ages, but thanks for tagging me! It's fun to think about (and to read through your tags). Tagging @ditttiii and @giurochedadomani in case either of you'd like to participate ^^ Clean template can be found here.

[captainclickycat]

Does anyone want to talk about headcanons and fanon concepts that are completely harmless but just kinda get on your nerves?

Mine is British characters in fanon always losing their shit over tea. Like even if they’re never seen drinking tea or showing any strong preference for it in canon, but it’s just assumed that they must be addicted to tea and think it’s the best thing ever just because they’re British. That’s annoying and I’m sure my personal dislike of tea has nothing whatsoever to deal with it.

[veggieharumaki]

we're about 4k words in folks. about 4k more to go

[jackattack20writes]

24 hours ago I liked a ship in a real “I just think their neat” vibe but then I had Revelations about it and it’s suddenly turned into a brain rot mix of “oh my god why did you half ass this so badly in canon” and “oh my god there’s so little in canon I can twist it however I want in fanfics” because both characters got the bare minimum character development after the halfway point in the manga with minimal backstories.

So that’s fun.

That’s really what I needed more and different brain rots to the ones I already had.

[dramioneasks]

Hi! Do you know that fanfic where Hermione and Draco attends a Hogwarts reunion? Hermione left the magical world and settled on opening a coffeeshop with a library in muggle London? The reason of her departure was because she was sexually assaulted by Robards(?) who in the present was already Minister of Magic.

Anyone?