Like Two Days Ago, I Was Reading A Valeria Fanfic Some Minutes Before Sleeping. And Exist A Meme Of The

like two days ago, I was reading a Valeria fanfic some minutes before sleeping. And exist a meme of the Chinese lady called Jiafei, and these days the jiafei girl made a video saying that she’s a real person because some people thought she was a Ai. I was thinking so much about this video while reading the fanfic that I just dreamed that jiafei and Valeria were not dating but going on dates 😭😭 when I woke up I was like ??

LMAO I already dreamed about her racing a crocodile (?)

Valeria daunting a copy paste Latina buchifresa

I was like, 'what the hell is buchifresa'' but then I looked it up and remembered what it is it just has a different name in my country

every time I read a 'valéria x fem!reader' I always imagine her dating a strong woman (personality) like her.

imagine she went to a club to meet another drug trafficker and when she impatiently waits for the man, she sees you, a beautiful and sensual thing from afar.

You were partying with your friends when you noticed someone looking at you from the VIP side (at first you thought she was judging you but that's not the point) surrounded by armed men, you instantly knew it was someone important.

After a while some drunk guy was bothering you to leave with him, suddenly the same woman appears defending you from the drunk guy.

''déjala en paz, Cabron.'' The woman's voice sounds firm and harsh as she hovers behind you like a threat, the tone of her voice making you shiver.

but the man doesn't give up, just letting out a grunt in response as he tries to hold you once again.

the mysterious woman gets angry and stands in front of you before the man can get to you.

''¿Te dije que la dejaras en paz o eres un sordo idiota?''her tone is firm as she shows the gun, you can get a sense of her body now, her arms had a tattoo and one from the Las almas cartel.

the guy hesitates and leaves mumbling after hearing the threat, leaving just you and her.

She mumbles something in Spanish as she turns to you, looking you up and down.

''a pretty thing like you shouldn't be walking around like that.'' her tone is smug as his gaze passes to her body in that skintight dress.

Before you can answer her, one of your friends finds you worried as she pulls you towards the exit of the club.

You take one last look at the mysterious woman as she disappears into the darkness.

After that day Valeria has had her men watch you every minute without fail, she found out everything about you.

where you live. where you work, your routine, your hobbies, everything.

She felt captivated by you, the beautiful and sensual woman she defended at the club.

And ironically, every day you arrived at work/home there was a gift for you, whether it was flowers or necklaces or even chocolates.

At first you thought it was one of his exes but then you started connecting the dots until you arrived at the mysterious woman you met at the club.

Your friends drag you to another party but guess what Valéria is there too!

When you see her, you calmly approach her, automatically her men stand in front, preventing you from passing but she signals them to leave.

When she sees you a smug smile escapes her lips as she looks you up and down.

''¡Cosa bonita! I didn't expect you here'' she acts like she didn't know you were coming to the club.

As you get closer to her, she starts to observe you better, your features, your body, your personality too.

Her sensual and beautiful way caught her, she would make you her woman whether you like it or not.

I'm working on silly Valeria headcanons but I'm too lazy to continue

Valeria with a lover who's genuinely a good cook- Like I can imagine her playfully pinching their ass as they cook, resulting in them (lovingly) cussing her out in Spanish 💀

and Valeria, who can't cook to save her life, because it's my favorite trope

warnings: none 😁, gender neutral reader

Mornings became an essential part of your routine when you moved in with Valeria Garza. For starters, she seemed to never ever have real food in her kitchen, which out of everything, needed to be the crime she was convicted of, you had cold, hard proof!

Mornings were oftentimes the only time you could see her during the day, when her hectic work called her attention, and she was unable to turn away leaving her organization under the leadership of some of the clods she knew she had stuffed in her ranks.

You'd woken up that morning before the sun had even started to crest the horizon, clambering out of bed as carefully as possible to leave your light sleeper alone, so she could get as much rest as possible.

By the time you were finished cleaning up and getting ready for the day, she would be sitting up in bed, stretching and yawning, or holding your pillow in her lap still trying to lasso the last remnants of sleep. Today, her legs were thrown over the side of the bed, elbows on her knees, bare back turned towards you. Bite marks littered her flesh, fading into tanned skin, sore muscles stretching where she bent.

When you passed to exit the bedroom, your fingers drug through the messy tangles of her hair, a kiss pressed to her lips and sleepily returned.

The kitchen came to life with the sounds of your cooking, coffee bubbling in a clay pot over a small fire near the window enticed the woman upstairs to hurry getting ready, and the smells of cooking eggs and the peppers you were slicing to add to salsa verde finishing were enough to drag the cartel leader into the kitchen at last.

Her shirt was still untucked and unbuttoned, hanging open to reveal the dark brown holster settled against her navel, and the sheath pressed close beside it. When she stepped up behind you as you scrambled eggs over the stove, arms wrapping around your middle, you could feel the indents in the weapons pressing into your back.

"What have I said about armas in my kitchen, jefa?" You questioned, focus still on the cooking food, wooden spatula scraping against the bottom of the cast iron as you started to work in the salsa verde and different seasonings.

"si si, lo se," She grumbled, face pressing into your shoulder. Your concentration was solely on the food, and it was only a mild annoyance to the woman as you ignored telling her off in favor of not burning the eggs.

Your knee jerked forward into the wooden cabinet by your legs the second her fingers pinched at the supple flesh of your ass, a loud bang as the wood dented under the force.

"Valeria Garza, ¿estás absolutamente jodidamente loca? ¡Estoy cocinando!" You shouted, spatula raised as you spun around to meet her sheepish gaze, with the challenge in her gaze.

"¡Prueba esta mierda otra vez y te juro por Dios que no te haré el desayuno nunca más!" The threat was empty, you both knew that much, but she at least had the common sense to look apologetic as her hand moved to rub your backside where she'd pinched it.

"Lo siento, lo siento, ¡no pude resistirme cuando te veías tan bien!" Valeria half-heartedly apologized, lips hovering over your own, her hand not still pressed to your ass moved to shut the gas burner off, before pressing you just forward enough to keep you stuck in front of her.

"Eres tan afortunada te amo..." You whispered with a shake of your head, before tilting your head to capture her lips in a soft kiss. "Now, go sit down, you need to eat before it gets cold," You commanded, turning to load up two plates while she moved to fill the mugs with the clay pot of coffee, sprinkling sugarcane, star anise, and cinnamon into both mugs before settling at the table.

"I am very lucky you love me, Ocupas todos mis pensamientos, moriría sin tu amor," She admitted, thanking you as she took the plate and started to eat.

"You can sweet talk me when you get home tonight, as a treat," You brushed her off, even with the dark color that tinted your cheeks, smile hidden between a fork full of eggs.

"Sí, señora,"

valeria dating a femme fatale?

ok but this one I loved

imagine her being in some kind of ''conference'' with other drug dealers, terrorists, murderers, etc. criminal people and she sees her walking around with a glass of martini in her hand and a long black dress (a Haute Couture Black Velvet from ysl) and she is also known to be using ysl!

She watches you walk majestically through the room greeting men and women with a bright smile until your eyes meet, you smile lightly at her as you take a sip of your martini.

She smiles back while taking her daisy, she realizes that it's the perfect opportunity to get closer to you, she approaches you with a seductive smile and starts starting topics to find out more about you.

and after that day you get closer to each other, always going out to fancy restaurants or dinners with a beautiful view.

The closer you get, the more she falls in love with you. Little does she know that you just wanted to use her.

After a night of love, you leave her in the dead of night without any kiss, letter or goodbye, you just leave.

She wakes up the next day without the heat of your body and looks for you throughout her mansion, asking her men to find you, she tells them to search everything about you but ends up finding absolutely nothing, as if you never existed.

She feels angry at herself for being stupid enough for you to use her as a puppet, she wonders if you did it for revenge or just for your own pleasure.

One night in her office while enjoying a glass of tequila she starts to think how Alejandro felt when she herself left him one night without goodbyes, hugs or letters, she just left him, like you did with her.

I want her to choke me uuugh