Saturn conjunction and karma of the body.
Saturn whenever sits with any planet it makes that planet extremely matured and experienced.
Saturn with Mercury - Good conjunction, native would love to read about history and ancient civilizations.
It gives skin problems, and makes person looks matured. It gives logical thinking and person would be serious in thinking.
Here, Mercury the curious kid has got the support of old and matured planet that would make native orthodox in thinking.
Saturn and venus
Excellent 👌, native would get money from work, Saturn is work and Venus is money 🤑.
In males's chart wife would be matured and working and would be handling lot of responsibilities.
It also means, native would change his work after marriage or after getting partner or after getting work you get married.
Saturn and Mars-
Mars is body, so native would be suffring physically or native would be extremely active physically, native either works on his/her body alot like native would be in sports or gym, or native could be doctor or surgeon. Mars is also property so native would get gain from property as well.
When Venus comes in conjunction with Saturn and Mars it shows you will get Money when you work on your body or someone's body like gym trainer, physiotherapy or even healers or in real estate.
But Saturn Venus Mars is probalmatic for Venus because Venus is sandwiched between two malefics. Native could be agressive and would get problems from females.
Saturn and Jupiter
Excellent 👍 as Jupiter is the life inside you, and now Saturn your karma is with the divine itself.
Native would face lot of hardships in life, Saturn has one work here, to make you matured hence, it puts responsibilities on native at early age, but you won't become diamond till you undergo pressure, so Saturn is making you diamond.
Saturn is delays not denial, have patience you will get everything in life but with lot of lessons.
Saturn moon conjunction,
Alot has been written on this so I will mention something that is unique, it puts pressure on your mind and native would become matured and serious in life, it makes your mother responsible and deep thinker.
Saturn is karma and moon is mind so native would be thinking alot about his/her career.
Native is deep thinker and research oriented.
Native can also work for the masses.
Saturn and Sun
It makes person's father matured in early in life and give him lot of responsibilities.
Native could be also working with the government, or in higher authority.
It give problems in work life.
Saturn Rahu.
If native Rahu is good or working in rahu related jobs like liquor, medicine, drugs, photography, videography, Internet than this combination could give good results.
Or person can work in foreign land or foreign companies.
Native could also work in technical field.
You need to keep your rahu good.
Saturn ketu.
It is only good when working with ketu related jobs like occult, healing, astrology, tarot, secret knowledge, reserch or even in technical field.
Otherwise this combination gives lot of breaks in career, native has to undergo frequent changes in work place as ketu won't let you work in single place.
You need to keep your ketu good, ketu is service so give service to people freely.
Retro Saturn
Quite difficult as Saturn here is going backwards, so Saturn here gives you lot of confusion regarding jobs and works and not let native work in one area, this combination is of pending karmas, so your past life has lot of karmas, which you need to complete in this life, native usually won't work in same field which he/she has studied and chooses entirely different stream
Retro Saturn eighth is good, because Saturn is going backwards to Libra which is exaltation house of Saturn, so person has to take lot of responsibilities in marriage and person slowly starts becoming more matured after marriage or after getting partner.
Retro Saturn has issues with procrastination..
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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)
Chapter 1
MAIN MASTERLIST
Summary: Javier Peña met you while you worked in the Embassy's Translation Department, and now he finds himself wondering why he can't stop thinking about you, even at the most inappropriate moments.
SERIES MASTERLIST Part 2
Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader
Word count: +3k
Warnings: SMUT. Javier has sex but not with reader. Oral sex (m receiving). Degradation kink. Cum eating. Fingering. Hair pulling. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: Hola! So… this is the official first chapter of the series “Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña”!! Yeeey
I hope you enjoy it. Thanks a lot for the support in the firsts works of the serie❤️ PLEASE, CHECK ON THE SERIES MASTERLIST FOR LEARN HOW TO READ IT! If you have any questions, my box is always open.
I’m also open for requests.
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He didn't used to take his reports himself to the Embassy's Translation Department, but Messina wanted to punish him for being stubborn and disobedient in the last raid, so she made him take his and Murphy's daily reports to you.
He knocked on the door, with an annoyed look on his face as he was eager to just go home, call one of his informants with the excuse of "catching up", have one or two glasses of whiskey and some cigarettes, and then kick her out of his apartment when they were done. It was a routine as much as brushing his teeth every morning. It wasn't healthy and it was miserable, but it was what it was.
"Come in," said a gentle and tired voice from behind the tallest file holder he had ever seen in his life.
He walked closer to your desk, and then he saw you: a pair of beautiful bright eyes looking up at him behind a pair of reading glasses, a blue dress that perfectly accentuated your breasts and waist effortlessly, but it also didn't reveal anything that could look purposefully vulgar. No, it wasn't your intention; you were professional.
"Umm... Hi," he said, surprised by his suddenly own nervousness towards you. That doesn't happen to him; Javier Peña never felt intimidated by any woman before. Never. But that was before you. He lifted the files in his hand, and you frowned with a cute expression. "Messina asked me to bring these to you," he explained.
"Is it late already?" you asked as you looked at your wristwatch to check the hour, but it was fine, you still had an hour and a half. You looked back at him and reached a hand to take the papers. "I usually go to collect them myself from your desks after I finish my working day... Did she need me to take them earlier?" you asked, a bit worried. You always performed your duties as well as you could, and you had never received a complaint about your working style: you took the reports from the DEA agents at night, translated them the next day, and delivered them to the Colombian Government's office by the evening, then repeated the routine.
"No, no," he was quick to say as he saw your concern, "She was actually making me do it to punish me," he explained, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh..." you exclaimed, "Well, thank you," you said as you placed the file in your pending-file organizer.
Javier couldn't help but notice the attractive woman before him, her beauty and intelligence captivating him. As he handed over the files, he couldn't resist striking up a conversation.
"You know," he began with a charming smile, "I've been around this office for quite some time, it's surprising I haven't crossed paths with you before. I thought I knew everyone here."
You smiled, appreciating his evident charm, but also aware of his reputation. "Well, I tend to keep a low profile," you replied, a hint of playfulness in your tone. "I'm not one to seek the spotlight."
He chuckled softly, his voice lowering playfully, locked onto yours. "Maybe I've just been looking in all the wrong places, then."
Your heart raced a bit as he flirted with you. You had heard about his reputation as a bit of a playboy, and as attracted as you already were to him, you knew better than to let your guard down completely.
"Well, I must say, I'm glad Messina decided to send me your way today. It's refreshing to meet someone so intriguing."
Your blush deepened as his flattery made you smile. You quickly composed yourself and replied, "Thank you, Agent Peña. I'll make sure to handle these reports promptly."
Javier assumed that you knew his name because you worked on his reports. Now he wanted to know yours. "I look forward to seeing you around more, Miss..." He paused, waiting for you to supply your name.
When you do, he repeated your name in a way you had never heard before, as it was the most precious sound he had ever heard.
"Well, it would be a shame to keep such a charming presence hidden away."
You could feel your heart flutter at his words, and you managed to reply with a playful tone, "I'll consider it, Agent Peña. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some translations to attend to."
With a final smile and a parting glance, you turned your attention back to the files, leaving Javier with a lingering sense of curiosity and attraction.
When you were sure he was far from your office, you couldn't help but smile and giggle like a teenage girl. He hadn't seen you before, but surely you had seen him. It was almost impossible not to know about Javier Peña, the DEA agent who was a complete playboy, the one almost every woman in the office talked about. You had seen him from a distance before, and you always thought he was handsome, but you never attempted to get closer to him. You never thought he would cross the threshold of your office either.
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That night, Javier called Helena and took her on his couch, as usual. She gave him everything he wanted just as she knew how he liked it. It was completely obscene, it was sinful. That was how he liked it.
Helena offered her head to please him. Moving up and down along his length, filthy noises filling his living room as he gripped her hair tightly.
Javier tried his best to concentrate on her mouth, but his mind kept drifting to you. What's even weirder was that he wasn't even thinking about you for that purpose. No, he was thinking of your blushed cheeks when he flirted with you, your shiny eyes, and that dress... How would it feel to kiss you? To touch your soft hair? How would it be to feel your skin against his, to trace every contour of your body with his lips?
Well, now he was thinking about you in that way. He couldn't help it, and it made him feel guilty, to be honest. He didn't really know you beyond your name, and thinking about you while another woman was giving him a blowjob wasn't morally right.
Helena kept doing her job, taking him deeply into her throat until her nose rubbed his pubic hair, licking his heavy balls, spitting on it, choking on it. Javier told himself that he must get you out of his mind. So he did.
Pulling her hair, he lifted her head to him so he could see the mess she did. Teary eyes looking at him full of lust and sin, saliva dripping down her chin until it landed on her bare breasts. She was a whore, he liked that.
"En el sillón," he ordered as he stood up. Helena obeyed and climb to the couch, settling her arms on the backrest and offering her ass. He slapped her and she moan in the middle of a giggle. He passed his fingers between her soaking wet folds. "Estás muy mojadita, ¿todo eso solo por chuparme la verga?," he played.
She giggle again. Fuck, she liked him so damn much.
"Tienes una verga muy rica," she answered.
Javier grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him as he grabbed his cock to position it on her entrance.
"I've heard about that," he groaned as he buried himself on her pussy, making her cried with pleasure.
He began to thrust into her without giving truce. His hand gripped her hair, forcing her to throw her head back so he can see her features lost in pleasure and ecstasy. Javier could feel her fluids soaking his balls as they hit on her clit so hard, making a vulgar, filthy sound that echoed through the apartment.
"Fucking whore," he groaned, making her fluid run like a river down her legs. She liked when he speaks English to her. "You liked that, whore? Mhm?," she nodded, "Respóndeme cuando te hablo, puta," he demanded.
"Si... oh, mier..., ¡Si, si, Javier!," she screamed, "¡Que rico, no pares!," she begged as her fingers clung to the chair in search of balance.
He was completely wild, lost in her. Helena didn't know exactly why; he never talked to her about his working day or his problems. But she did know that when he was that desperate, it was because a very complicated day had preceded him.
Javier was so close, he could feel it in his balls and the knot that tightened in his lower belly. He could also feel that she was about to finish too, by the way her cunt started to dripped even more and how she clenched around his cock.
He pulled out of her, pumping himself, and then pulled her by the arm to guide her off the couch.
"De rodillas," he said. She kneel in front of him and opened her mouth nice and wide for him. "Make yourself cum," he ordered her.
After a few strokes, Javier cum with a a deep growl all over her tongue. Helena pumped two of her own fingers in and out of her sensitive pussy, and used her other hand to traced circles on her swollen clit. The moment she felt his warm load on her mouth, she started to quivering with pleasure, reaching her own climax.
"Let me see," he grabbed her chin, squeezing her cheeks so she wouldn't close her mouth. "Such a nice slut," he praised. He slapped her and she smiled evilly. "Trágatelo."
She would do anything he asked of her, and Javier knew it. He wasn't proud, but he often took advantage of that for two purposes: to satisfy his most primitive desires and to fulfill the needs of his job by obtaining valuable information about the sicarios and the cartel. Helena was a prostitute, which made her perfect for the job.
The sicarios had the same needs as any other men; they enjoyed sex and didn't mind paying for it. And since nobody paid attention to the whore they hired, they could infiltrate cartel parties, listen to their conversations, and seduce them to gather information in an inconspicuous way.
That was what Helena did: she gathered information from every sicario that hired her services and handed it all over to Javier. He trusted her because she was loyal. She also trusted him; she even gave him her real name and sometimes mentioned her daughter.
Javier hated it when she did that. He didn't want to know too much about her life, but he pretended to listen anyway. She was a single mother and, of course, didn't like her job. But it paid the bills and, most importantly, it provided her daughter with food and clothes.
Javier didn't like to pay for sex. Money implied pretense, which could lead to betrayal. Prostitutes would say what you wanted to hear, do what you wanted them to do, as long as you paid, of course. You couldn't trust them blindly, but in the context of Javier's work, if not them, then who?
Moreover, he believed that there was nothing like a woman who engaged in pleasure willingly. He was a handsome man and a cop, which was incredibly enticing and attractive to every woman he encountered. He did pay for the information they provided, and when they offered their services just because they were "already there," he didn't say no. Especially Helena; she was his favorite.
After using his bathroom to clean up, Helena walked half-naked to the kitchen while Javier lounged on his couch, a cigarette in his mouth and a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"¿Qué me ofreces de tomar?" she asked, taking a clean glass from the sink.
"Whiskey o agua de la llave," he answered as he light up the cigarette.
"Agüita, pues," she replied in a lower tone. She would never admit it, not to Javier, but deep down, she always hoped he would offer her a coffee and ask her to stay. He never did, and he never would. She would say no anyway; she had to pick up her daughter from her mother's place.
Javier took a sip of his whiskey and decided to steer the conversation toward business. "By the way, Helena, I was wondering if you've heard anything new about the cartel lately? You know, anything that might be relevant for us."
She nodded and leaned against the kitchen counter. "Yeah, there's been some chatter. They seem to be making a move down in Cali, and there are rumors about a new player on the scene. They call him 'El Fantasma.'"
"El Fantasma, huh?" Javier raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. We'll have to keep an eye on that." He reached for his wallet, pulled out some bills, and handed them to her.
Helena didn't like that part of their encounters because she felt like he was paying for the sex, not for the information. She had made it clear to him that "if you were my client, you would pay me first," just to let him know that she had sex with him because she liked him. She never rejected the money, though; she had a daughter.
As Helena finished her glass of water, she began to gather her things. "Well, Javier, I should get going. I need to pick up my daughter."
He nodded, his attention briefly diverted to the TV. "Sure, Helena. Thanks for the information."
She approached him, hoping for a warm goodbye, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Take care, Javier. Stay safe out there."
But instead of returning her gesture, he instinctively pulled away, avoiding her kiss. It was a reflex, something he couldn't control. "Yeah, you too," he mumbled, his eyes focused on the television.
Helena felt a pang of hurt but quickly masked it with a forced smile. "Alright, then. Buenas noches, Javier."
"Buenas noches," he replied, still focused on the TV.
She turned and left his apartment, trying to shake off the feeling of rejection, knowing that she was just another transaction in his complicated world.
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The Embassy's kitchen was an unexpected haven of calm amidst the chaos of daily operations. Javier, after a particularly grueling morning meeting, spotted you entering with purpose, a silent promise of coffee and respite. Perhaps it was the allure of a caffeine boost or a subconscious attraction that led him to follow you.
Unconsciously, he trailed behind, navigating the labyrinthine hallways of the office until he found himself standing next to you by the coffee machine. As he poured his own coffee, a wave of regret washed over him. He didn't want to be the type of guy who awkwardly followed someone around. Besides, how was he going to look at you after thinking about you the night before while he was involved with another woman? You deserved so much more than that.
He watched as you reached for a coffee mug, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. Just as he was contemplating a hasty retreat, you turned, almost as if sensing his presence, and smiled at him. Javier mentally cursed himself for being so transparent.
"Morning," you greeted warmly, holding your coffee cup in your hand.
Javier cleared his throat and replied, "Morning," with a faint smile.
As you leaned against the counter while preparing your coffee, you engaged him in conversation. "So, how's it going with the reports today?"
Javier was surprised by your friendly tone and felt a bit awkward about the fact that he'd been trailing you, but he decided to go along with it. "Ah, you know, the usual. Paperwork and chasing leads. It's a never-ending cycle."
You chuckled, "Sounds like a tough gig."
"It has its moments," Javier admitted, feeling slightly more at ease. "But I can't complain."
The two of you continued chatting about work, the latest developments in the field, and more. As the conversation flowed, Javier began to appreciate your intelligence and wit. You weren't just another pretty face in the office; you had substance and depth.
"You have a curious accent," he pointed out, breaking a brief silence as you took a bite of a cookie. "Can I know where are you from?" he asked, genuinely curious.
Javier wasn't one to dig into personal information about colleagues, or in general. Not even with his partner, Steve Murphy. Let alone with any woman; he preferred to keep such matters separate.
"I'm from Mexico, actually," you answered, lifting your chin with pride in your roots. Javier was on the verge of smirking but refrained. There was something about you, the way you spoke and articulated things with your delicate hands, that had him captivated.
Javier hesitated for a moment, unaccustomed to discussing his personal life with colleagues. He thought, fuck it. "My family is also from Mexico," he admitted.
You raised your elegant eyebrows, "Well, I guess 'Javier Peña' has to come from somewhere."
His smile couldn't be contained. "My father's grandparents were from Reynosa, Tamaulipas," he explained, "and my mother's parents were from Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua."
"So your parents were born in America?" you inquired.
He nodded, "Texas. And so was I."
You opened your lips, ready to say something else, when the tall and blond figure of Murphy interrupted you. He had a file in his hand and a hurried expression. Steve looked at Javier and then at you, lifting his eyebrows when his gaze returned to Peña.
"Messina approved the raid," he said with a slight nod.
Javier straightened up, his broad shoulders becoming firm and resolute. Suddenly, he looked taller and more imposing, you thought.
"I'm gonna grab my gun, and I'll see you in the parking lot," Javier informed Murphy, who nodded and, after one last glance in your direction, turned around and left the kitchen.
"I'm sorry, I've got to..." he began, looking at you.
"It's okay," you replied, holding your coffee cup. Then, after a brief hesitation, you added, "Take care of yourself, Javier."
The sentence warmed his chest, and he felt a warmth that almost reached his cheeks. He nodded, not quite sure what to say, and then left the room.
But as he walked away, there was a moment of realization. You had extended a friendly gesture, an opportunity to get to know each other better, and he had responded with genuine interest.
Maybe, just maybe, Javier Peña wasn't that hijo de puta that everyone said he was.
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