#over coffee

[cozycoffeecraft]

5 November 2025

Pulled this while thinking that this morning was busier than it usually is lmao

[doll-disjointed]

So many people over the years have reacted with shit like "DOLLS ARE SO CREEPY OMG what if they KILL YOU in your SLEEP and what if they're HAUNTED" when I tell them I collect dolls and stuff and like. Bruh. They're literally just sitting there. Looking pretty. Doing fuck all. Why are you so scared of them! And I'm a doll. Are you scared of me? Like. Me and the girls literally just sitting here doing nothing and these people start being loud as hell about how much they hate us.

"Ohhh what if they're ALIVE" then we're having a tea party! We're gonna gossip! It's gonna be great! And if they're haunted then that's fine too! Living dolls or haunted dolls, does not matter to me cuz they are all VALID!

I have run into very few dolls that legit creeped me out and it was honestly more that they had a very intense vibe they just wanted to be left alone and so I respected that. It's not that hard! Like! Girl calm down they are not gonna hurt you! Goddamn!

[tothejedi]

chapter one: learning and knowing

summary: working as a barista in dc, you meet a man named javier peña, closed off and grumpy, and decide that you want to know him in any way he'll let you.

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

warnings: none for this chapter! but soon it will be 18+ so take that as a warning i guess?

word count: 1.4k and not even read through- lmk if you see any typos lol

notes: i really just pulled this out of my ass y'all i got so excited about these characters! let me know what y'all think and my messages are always open for feedback and ideas, just remember my main is @journeystofearless :) this chapter is really just me trying to flesh out these characters a bit more- action really begins in the next one !

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you meet javi on a sweltering day in june. while his body moves hurriedly, his face appears calm, save for the eyebrows halfway up his forehead. you are behind the cash register, walking an older gentleman through his coffee order when he catches your eye.

he has sat down by the corner window, his leather jacket pulled tight over his broad shoulders as he leans into the table. the jacket pulls your attention first, because who wears a jacket in dc in june? but as he leans back further into his corner to let the shadows play over his dark face, you realize he is there to watch, to blend into his surroundings.

"want to take his order?" your co-barista, Alisha, asked. "pretty handsome guy, maybe you can score a date," she laughs.

you haven't been going out much, your history with dating not a path that you want to continue. too much manipulation, commitment, and attachment- it all leads to pain in the end, doesn't it?

"i'll take his order- but only because you're too afraid to," you shoot back, smirking at your friend as you dance your way out from behind the counter, avoiding her slapping hand.

you make your way across the bustling and loud cafe, smiling and waving at regulars that you recognize on the way to his table. "good morning, hon. what can i get started for you today?"

his gaze doesn't raise to meet yours.

"just coffee. black."

of course, just black coffee. but as his brow furrows, you suddenly find yourself wishing you had more to offer him than just coffee and pastries.

"yes, sir! coming right up!"

you smile as you scribble his order down, but suddenly one of those big hands comes and rests on your quickly-moving hand. as you glance back down, you see his eyes are finally on yours, the intensity of their gaze overwhelming.

"anything else, sir?" you ask tentatively. "maybe a pastry, a danish? fresh baked this morning."

and as you come to find out each day, the answer is always: "nada, hermosa."

-

it takes you a while to realize that javier peña doesn't wholeheartedly dislike you. for a while there, it seems that way- either he refuses to meet your eyes, or he stares back at you with such an intensity that it feels hostile. however, over time, you get to know him, bit by bit. he becomes one of your regulars- your favorite regular.

you take it slow. he seems to be a man of few words, and you want to be sure he won't dart back out of your life as quickly as he had entered it, like a scared animal. one day, his name. the next, his coffee order- why just black coffee? after that, you move on to his hometown, his family, any pets? but he never seems to want to discuss what he does for work, so you just never ask. eventually, he even lets you recommend different drinks for him to order each morning-

"the brown sugar espresso is very good- we even offer it with oatmilk if you want!"

"why would i want oatmilk? what's wrong with normal milk?"

after taking one look at your ever-patient smile, waiting for his answer, he relents.

"fine, fine. you know best, right?"

and so it continues. each morning, you come up with crazier and crazier drinks to keep him on his toes, and he drinks each one, even if some of them make his face draw up tight and his lips purse. you start to do those on purpose, loving the animated features that it draws from this closed-up, seemingly emotionless man.

you learn that he likes cream and sugar in his coffee- doesn't love it, but he can tolerate it.

"it just makes it easier, hermosa. now, nobody has to do anything else for me- they just pour it in the mug and walk away."

you smile, toying with the edge of your apron around your waist. "javier, maybe some people want to do things for you. maybe i want you to enjoy your coffee in the morning, rather than just chugging black coffee for the caffeine."

that stumps him for a bit, but never for long.

eventually, on one rainy, slow day you sit down across from him while he drinks his coffee and scans an open newspaper- the words are in spanish, hard to distinguish, much like javier.

he turns his gaze to you, speaking first and quick, like the words were escaping his mouth without his consent. "i want to know you."

"know me, javier?" you laugh. "what is there to know that you don't know already?"

he rubs the back of his neck, his head lowered. "not sure, hermosa. i kind of meant- i'm not sure how to do this, i don't meet many people- can i take you to dinner?"

you sit back in your chair, stunned. of course you were attracted to this mystery man named javier who came out of nowhere and spoke in spanish sometimes and never smiled and was so worried about other people. but if he felt the same way for you, why did he wait so long to ask?

"or not. it's okay too-"

"no, javier. let's do it." you stand, reaching over to clasp his mug in your now-trembling hand. "i'm free tomorrow night."

a grin stretches across his face, nearly blinding you in its brilliance. you want to take a photo, a mental picture, even a drawingif it would help you remember this moment, the moment that you made javier freaking peña smile, just by agreeing to go to dinner.

it was a feeling you would carry with you for a while, one that he would never fail to refresh in you.

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he picks you up at 7 on the dot, the bell ringing before you can even finish pulling on your heels. you curse on your way to the buzzer, pressing the button to let him up before stumbling back to your other shoe.

javier lets himself into your apartment moments later, his lips quirking up as he watches you dart back and forth across the floor, tossing miscellaneous clothing and blankets out of the way to look more presentable. he clears his throat, chuckling a bit under his breath as your head snaps to him.

"i am so sorry! i'm ready, i am- i'm ready," you declare breathlessly. you feel your eyes widen, taking in the tight jeans and the teal button down, the suit jacket that hugs his broad frame, all the way down to the slightly heeled boots on his feet. how does this man look so incredible in everything that he does?

javier lets his eyes trail down the length of you, the deep red satin dress contrasting with your skin, the chunky heels raising you up slightly closer to his height.

"you are- so beautiful." he gazes at you for another moment while you blush, shifting your weight from side to side, and one hand raises to cup the side of your face in his palm. he sighs at the feel of your skin, and you lean into his warm touch. he smiles slightly again, taking his other hand out from behind his back.

"these are for you," he says, holding out a mix of beautiful wildflowers, the quick splashes of color against the shades of green almost like fireworks. "i wasn't sure what you'd like, so she decided to go with every possible color apparently."

giggling at the frustrated look on his face, you take the bouquet and move toward the cabinet to retrieve a vase. "well, we are doing this to learn more about each other, right?"

after you arrange the flowers to your liking, you turn back to the handsome man waiting for you by the door, the mysterious man that you knew so much about yet so little. taking him in one last time before you leave for the night, you decide that you will get to know all that there is to know about javier peña- even what he might not realize himself.

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[writtenbycas]

Sometimes you have to take yourself out on a coffee date. You always have to get to know yourself.

Self care tips. #2

[nappainanotherdimension]

@indomitablepride {continued from this coffee giving ask}

“How about being here instead of where I should be, which is dead and in Hell?” The older Saiyan answered the question with another, and an amused chuckle. After taking a sip of his own coffee, he added another reason why he’d be so kind to bring over a cup for Vegeta. “And because it’s Christmas. Or close enough to it for Chronoa to be alright with me visiting. Not sure why she’s okay with it, but people are more generous about things this time of year. Guess that’s my present for being a good mentor in Conton City.”

[tothejedi]

over coffee masterlist

dea agent javier peña is back in dc, and after discovering your coffee shop, decides to stop by every single day. he finally gets the courage to ask you to dinner, but will he let you know the real man under the bulletproof walls he has up?

javier peña x f!reader

warnings will be by individual chapter, but there will eventually be adult content so 18+!

chapters with smut will be marked with **

prologue: the beginning

chapter one: learning and knowing

chapter two: city lights and sandwiches**

ongoing!

[tothejedi]

chapter two: city lights and sandwiches

summary: working as a barista in dc, you meet a man named javier peña, closed off and grumpy, and decide that you want to know him in any way he’ll let you.

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

warnings: 18+ explicit! - oral (f!receiving), clothed!m/unclothed!f, soft!dom javi deserves his own warning, use of 'good girl' bc i got self-indulgent, lmk if i missed anything

word count: 1.1k

notes: i'm sooo late and i'm not even sure about this chapter lmao- lmk how you feel! if you want to be added/removed from the taglist, just message me! (remember my main is @journeystofearless)

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together in his beat-up jeep, you gaze at him from the passenger side while he shifts gears, the veins in his arms rising to the surface of his skin. you find yourself wishing you could hold him, kiss him, even in this tiny car.

as your eyes raise to his face, you find his eyes on you as the car stills at a red light. his usually crinkled brow holds no expression- instead, he stares at you in a way akin to awe- eyes wide, pupils expanding, lips slightly parted. he drops his gaze first, choosing to focus more on the road as the light changes to green, but you see his slight smile and the way his knuckles brighten on the steering wheel.

you're on a back road when you find the courage to look over again at a stop sign. you find him staring right into your eyes, his expression something close to a man at a loss for words.

you're not sure how it happens, but you're pretty sure you lean in first- your palm on his face, his mustache tickling your nose- but he deepens it, his thick fingers gripping your chin and pulling you impossibly closer as his mouth devours yours.

his tongue slides into your mouth, licking along your top palette and consuming your every thought. your fingers grab at his pressed shirt, clutching the worn fabric in tight, wrinkled fists to try to ground yourself. it's no use- he is burning you alive here, his hand sliding up the slit in your dress to rest on your thigh, his breath hot in your mouth, and all you can do is whimper and endure the onslaught of sensations that you had only imagined in your wildest dreams.

where you leaned in first, he pulls away first. harsh breaths heave from his broad chest, and when you lean forward into him again with a whine, he smirks, newly confident, and runs a strong hand down his face.

"can't take you without dinner first, hermosa. my mother would have my throat."

you eye him up and down before replying, "what about a picnic?"

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before long, you find yourselves in the back of his jeep with the hatchback up, the night sky shining bright above you, and cold-cut sandwiches in your laps.

"where did i go wrong here," he laughs, eyeing your dress and your sandwich.

"i don't think you went wrong," you laugh right back. "i think you went exactly right."

and so, for a while, you both eat in silence, taking in the beautiful view of the city lights and the stars, twinkling so proudly in the night sky. the closeness of his body next to yours creates a warm, charged tension in the cool night air, now stronger than ever before after the kiss. can you even call it that, a kiss? it seems so life-affirming, so universe-destroying, that calling it just a kiss feels wrong.

your eyes meet once more, his pupils dilated and your breathing picking up.

when he speaks, his voice is gruff. "done eating?"

the words stuck in your throat, you just nod.

he tosses the remaining bites of sandwich to the side and grips your jaw in his thick fingers, pulling your face to his once more.

this kiss is different from before.

his mouth meets yours languidly, with the same urgency underlying his movements but the pace slow, like he has accepted that you aren't leaving him, at least not now. his tongue slides into your mouth, slicking along your teeth, and you nip it back.

a deep groan escapes his chest, and he returns with a vengeance, leaning you backwards to lay on the floor of the jeep, his hands sliding and gripping the sides of your dress but not tugging- hinting at what he wants but letting you choose the pace.

you lean up and bring his hand behind you, pushing his fingers to the zipper. he gazes down at you, his dark eyes assessing whether this is truly what you want, and he seems to like what he sees in your face, because he is pulling the zipper down and tugging the dress off in one fluid motion, leaving you in just your panties- the dress had no space for a bra of any kind, anyway.

javier pauses there, taking in the sight of you below him, chest heaving and practically nude while he hovers above you, fully clothed. his gaze finds your breasts, tips tight and pushing up, and he grazes one finger over one peak.

you whine, pushing him further off the cliff and tearing apart his control. he growls, following your pushing hands and letting you guide him- but only this time.

he kisses his way down your body, leaving nips and licks and dark marks on your skin in a path down, down, down until he finds himself eye-level with your mound, still covered in your lacy panties. his eyes glance up slowly to find yours.

"okay?"

you whine, nodding furiously and pressing your palm to his, pressing him against the swollen, wet mess of you. javi grunts, seemingly surprised at your forwardness, but it seems to only fuel his fire.

he slides your panties down your legs and, catching your eyes again to gauge your reaction, buries his face in your pussy.

at the first touch of you on his tongue, a long, guttural groan escapes his throat as a high-pitched whimper escapes yours. your hips buck into his face, but his free palm splays out over your belly, keeping you where he wants you as he slides one big finger into your cunt.

"such a good girl," he whispers, licking the tip of your clit. "so tight, we'll have to work you up."

he works another thick finger into you as his tongue laps at your clit, swirling gentle circles and pulling you apart slowly, pulling you toward the edge in a never-ending picking-apart of bone and muscle and soul until-

you cry out, hands scrambling for purchase on the floor of the jeep but finding none as you cum, embarrassingly fast, against his face and scratchy mustache and thick fingers, on your first date with this man.

he pulls himself off of you as you come down from your high, seeming to sense as you start to pull yourself away, the scratch of his jeans against your bare thigh reminding you that he never even took his damn clothes off.

"i'm not usually a-"

"that was-"

you both speak at the same time, interrupting one another and scrambling. he laughs, thumbing his mustache in that way that always makes your lips tingle.

"i know this was our first date, and i may not know you very well," he starts, "but i feel- i feel like i want to keep learning more.

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by the time you tuck yourself in bed that night, your lips are swollen from kisses and your body aches with exhaustion- but as you touch your fingers to your mouth, you find the smile that just won't seem to disappear.

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[sohannabarberaesque]

Imagine this bit of conversation between Beegle Beagle and Top Cat over coffee

BEEGLE BEAGLE, ever fascinated: If you ask me, TC--if I may call you so-- TOP CAT: It's alright by me, Beeg; we're rather close types personality-wise! BEEGLE BEAGLE: OK, TC ... doesn't it seem fascinating travelling all over the place with a supersized gorilla such as could make King Kong look like Magilla Gorilla, if you know what I mean ... TOP CAT: I certainly hope the roof of your van is reinforced all the more to support the giant simian's weight-- BEEGLE BEAGLE: Thanks for mentioning it--and I admit such didn't come about without significant cost! After all, a 40-foot-tall gorilla like The Great Grape Ape isn't your ordinary simian, especially when purple table grapes drive him rather crazy! TOP CAT: Which has me wondering whether you've tried other varieties of table grapes, such as pink, red or green such, to see if that giant ape of yours can act more placid! BEEGLE BEAGLE: Now that you mention it ... red table grapes in particular don't have the same impact on my purple pal as purple such. Even less so with green! But still, he can't resist table grapes ... [Coming into the scene, we find--] THE GREAT GRAPE APE: You said it, Beegly Beagly ... Grape Ape! GRAPE APE!!