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me when i get told by myself i need to finish my wips and do my inbox posts:

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I giggle like a fool every time I see her

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Stalker!Valeriax Reader pt.5

hi everyone!! I'm so sorry for keeping you all waiting on this. This isn't an action packed Part but it does lead into the next big event into the series that I'm excited to play into this story!!

Hope you enjoy

Cw: none that I know of.

Your heart pounded in your chest as fear wracked through your brain. Your hands shook as you gripped your phone and knife, the sound of tmyour phone ringing waiting for the otherline to pick up was a distant down compared to your harsh breaths. Click. "Hola? niño? ¿Estás bien?" (Hello, kid? What's going on) You heard, you immediately let out a sigh of relief hearing his voice. "Alejandro, I need your help. Please, it's an emergency" you said, your voice cracking and your hands trembling. "Que? What's going on?" Alejandros voice suddenly got serious, sensing the urgency in your tone and your fear. You hesitated. Phone lines can't be trusted, Ale has always said that. "Just come over please." You said before hanging up. Minutes upon minutes passed until Alejandro pounded on your door. You opened it and saw him in full gear. That's when you explained everything to him. The feeling of being watched, the rose, the note...and then you showed him the picture. "I...I don't know if it's really Sin Nombre, Kid. Sin Nombre is violent and ruthless. él no quiere tener nada que ver contigo " [he wants nothing to do with you.] You bit your lip and nodded. He..he was probably right. What would Sin Nombre want with you of all people? Alejandro stayed for a few hours, making sure your home was secure and made sure to comfor you and tell you it was some random creep that you shouldn't worry about, and tha he'd catch him for you. The comfort did help, but there was something nagging at he back or your mind that urged you to run, that told you that you weren't safe and that this want some random creep. But you ignored it. If Alejandro said it was safe then..then you were safe. He left shortly after, leaving you alone in your apartment once more. This is fine. You'll be fine, right? You shuddered and rechecked your locks even though Alejandro just did.You knew that Alejandro was probably right. Maybe it was some creep pretending to be sin Nombre.But so far you haven't been hurt. No creepy headless photos or body parts. Just..roses, a note, and...a photo of you sleeping. Nothing...intimately dangerous, right? For now, you'd just have to wait it out in the snug comfort of your coullch, the TV playing softly until your breaths evened out and you were lulled into a soft sleep. ... . . Gritted teeth and anger was all she could feel. Because why the fuck was *he* there with *you?* He made you smile, he hugged you and then blew off your concerns...and nobody, especially Alejandro should be near what she's rightfully claimed as hers. You may not agree with it yet, but she'll have you..one way or another.

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Valeria Garza X Reader HC

Hi everyone!I wanted to apologize for such a long hiatus, I promise that the Stalker!Valeria Garza x Reader series will be continued, but for now as an apology, I give you More Valeria Garza x Reader HC.

Content warnings: Violence, Valeria Garza, WLW, NSFW, swearing.

Enjoy <3

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• Working at a club was a headache most nights, but it kept the money coming and the food on the table. The club smell of booze, cigarettes, and sweat. Nightshade was a higher end club where politicians, mob bosses, and people of authority with high reputations could get drunk without a care in the world.

• You were a bartender, serving up drinks for most of the night. The blaring lights hurt your eyes and the music was loud, you'd have to shout to talk to someone infront of you. Tonight it wad extremely busy. Your finish serving up a customer, a white male, bald, in a luxurious suit. He's been eyeing you all night like a fresh peice of meat. It makes you want to gag. The man keeps calling you over, booze on his breath, he wants you and you can't tell.

• The thought makes you shiver.

• A woman, Hispanic, obviously of a illegal work status based on her tattoos. Cartel? Maybe Mob? Drug or weapons draler? It doesn't matter too much. She sits next to the man at the crowded bar.

• When she sits down, he shuts up. She must be someone important. Or dangerous. Whatever she does her aura holds authority and danger. It's best to stay clear of her. Your coworker could serve her.

• Luck isn't on your side.

• The woman calls for you specifically, you only notice this when your coworker tapes your shoulder. A shudder runs through you but you give her a polite smile, her gaze is Peircing through you. • "Muy bonito." She says to you as you come over, her voice sultry, raspy and deep. It makes your heart flutter. Her voice seems louder than the music, or maybe your going insane. You smile and thank her and take her order. Pouring the hard liquor for her you hand her the drink. "Gracias preciosa" she says and smirks

• You think nothing of this interaction, serving her a few more times that night before she leaves. That was that. She was gone.

• And then she showed up the next day.

• And the next.

• And the next.

• She would always request that you serve her. If any of your other coworkers tried to, she'd glare at them and demand for you. And if you weren't working that night, she'd just leave • You learned her name was Valeria, by all the times she had requested you. And only you. • Fear is the only thing you can feel when you first hear that she wants you. You've obviously caught the attention of someone dangerous and powerful. Nothing good comes of that.

• But as the days pass, she becomes a regular for you, leaving hefty tips and she'd even once made sure that you were only serving her for one night. Renting out a section of the bar and your service were she'd just talk and listen to you as you made her drinks.

• She was oddly nice to you. Well, in a way. She'd teasingly make fun of you if you told her that you messed an order up, she'd say "Oh? Can't get a simple order right, can you? Estúpida"

• She was dangerously attached to you and you knew it.

• Unfortunately, so was she.

• It was strictly a work place thing only, and you'd become accustomed to that. You could even say she was a friend of sorts despite her secretive nature and obvious Mob status. • Until one day you come home to a package. Kinda weird for you, you didn't usually spend money online. Only really using it for necessities like groceries and putting the rest Into savings. • But it was yours, it had your name on it. Shrughing, you take it inside. Maybe you got drunk and impulsively bought something. • Opening the box your brows furrow together. It was soft fluffy blankets. • Ones that you had been eyeing for a while, since your old ones were old and word down.

• There was no return address on the package, or a name on it. The red flags blared in your mind, but you shrugged it off ad a drunk impulse buy. It was just one thing, and hey, it was something you wanted. Or we'll needed. • Except it wasn't a one time thing, because the packages just kept coming. • They werent...menacing. though, you knew you probably should call the police at this point, but the packages weren't harming you, they were actually very sweet gifts. • A new coffee maker, new pillows, new silverware, new bathroom necessities...all things that increased the comfortability of your small apartment. • But you didn't really tell people you needed this stuff. You just eye it or tell your coworkers if they asked what you wanted for a holiday or birthday. So, someone had to be watching you, or just listening to those conversations. • One day, you mentioned the packages to Valeria, who had asked you about how your shift was when you clocked out and walked outside.

• She scared the shit out o you, but she offered to walk you home and you agreed, despite the small thought that maybe you shouldn't. She walked you home, listening to everything you said, commented on somethings until you got back to your apartment. • You said your goodbyes and just as you were about to close the door you heard her say "I'm glad you like my gifts, amor." • Your heart pounded, adrenaline rushed through your veins because you knew she was someone to be feared, someone dangerous with an illegal line of work. • ...but the gifts were so thoughtful and sweet. • Your next shift was..eventful. Valeria was there watching you make drinks, but she hadn't demanded you yet. And she didn't for a good hour. • That's when you took things into your own hands. You made her favorite drink and served it to her with a smile, a small thank you. • She grabbed the drink, and you, and just pulled you into her lap. You looked at your coworker who had a raised brow and laughed at you, but thankfully took over your section too. • As for Valeria, she wouldn't let you go, you sat like a pretty little trophy in her lap, and from that point forward you knew that she would never let you go. You were hers now.

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• Valeria would let you continue to work at the bar if you wanted, but she made it very clear that you don't have to lift a fi ger if you don't want to. She's got you. She'll get you whatever you want, a trust me she'll get it quick. • You quickly learned that Valeria always, always, has eyes on you. The bar? At home? Out and about? There were eyes watching you, giving Valeria updates. If she caught you talking to another woman for more than 10 minutes, she would be there. And if she couldn't? Her men were there. • She never let you know what her job was, but with her seemingly endless amount of money, and how she'd sometimes come home smelling of weed, gunpowder and blood, you had a pretty good idea. But you never questioned it. It's best not to know. Even when you got together, the gifts from her never stopped. If she had to go on a 'business trip' she'd come back with some sort of gift for you. • She spoils you rotten. if you don't want gifts then that's too damn bad cause she's going to smother you in them. New earrings? Makeup? A purse? Maybe some clothes? If you glance ar it for more than ten seconds it's basically yours. • Don't get her riled up. If she's had a bad day with her 'clients' and you piss her off someway or another like talking bad about yourself or annoying her, trust that she will make sure you shut up. She'll hold your legs open for hours drinking you up like she's never tasted anything better. She'll eat you out like a pro, don't you worry about her jaw getting sore because she doesn't care. She'll make sure you squirt all over her drenching the bed multiple times until your crying. She'll much you about it too and she fingers you. "Oh, what's wrong, amor? Is it too much? tómalo. That's it baby, you were running g your mouth so much earlier. Now loot at you. Fucked stupid like a slut for mamí" • Once she feels that she's Fucked you stupid and that you've learned your lesson, she'll kiss any bites or marks she left and she'll clean you up. If the sheers are too soaked she'll take them off, if not then it'll be a morning project to change them. • In her arms your safe. Away from the crule world. Away from her work. And if someone dares to touch you, they won't be found. She's a criminal. Dangerous. A scorching fire that will burn you at any moment. She could kill you in an instant. • But she won't. You know she won't. She may be fire, a volcano, burning everything around her to ash, but she'll make that ash into something beautiful for you, her little flower for you to thrive. In her arms the world around you is nonexistent. And that's okay, as long as it's with her.

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need to be her controversially young gf

me when she

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I'm in my Valeria era rn so if u guys see me posting crazy sinful monkey lesbian sex fics nonstop, don't judge.

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Valeria who buys you the cutest sets of underwear ever. Lace panties that match a lace bra, a pair of cotton underwear or a simple thong. Yet each pair she gets the panties always seem to end up missing, no matter how many times you check behind the dryer and washing machine you can never find any of them. Yet Valeria never seems upset, her smile gentle as she offers to buy you more and more.

You going out to the store with her credit card and coming home hours later with a pile of clothes. Her spending the time alone sneaking through your shared laundry basket. Her finding a pair of lace panties heavily used from last nights activities. Her heart would pound heavily as she barely makes it to the small chair propped in the corner of the large closet. Your panties clenched tightly against her nose as she breathed deeply. Before she can sit down her pants are unbuttoned and discarded around her ankles. Her underwear are pulled to the side as she circles her clit. Two fingers plunging into her soaked cunt. The scratch of lace adding to the pleasure filling her abdomen. The soft part where your pussy sits soaking up her juices as she fingers herself. Biting her lip as she imagines you spread out before her, these exact panties being the only fabric you wore as she teased you. Biting down on her tongue as she plunged those cute little panties deep inside of her. Your tight little pussy the only thing she can think about. The scent of it still buried in her nose from the moments she spent with your used panties fisted and wrapped around her nose. She would cum hard against that lace moaning out your name as her thighs shake never able to get enough of you

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could valeria be my sugar mommy. please. like. turn my brain off with being spoiled and fucked. please.

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Stalker!Valeriax Reader pt.4

Spoiling you guys today with part four too! Readers pov.

Warnings: breif mention of Self offing, stalking, possession, fear, obsession, paranoia, swearing, eventual NSFW

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The next morning comes and you wake up with a jolt, expecting someone to be there, or for you to be somewhere else besides you bed. No, you were still in bed, I'm your home. Everything was fine at a glance.

Your bedroom door was open, which was definitely closed when you went to bed, but then again it have pets. Grabbing the knife beside you you trudge your way out of your bedroom and into the living area. Your front door is unlocked.

You Glance over it Not thinking about it for a second before it hits you. You definitely locked it, you checked three times, there's no way you didn't lock it.. Quickly locking it and searching the premises, you come to the conclusion that no one was in there...at the moment, but someone had been in your home making you feel nauseated.

Nothing looked to be taken, broken, or vandalized, but that was good right? Nothing was taken or broken..so you had all your belongings and stuff, but the unease came crashing down harder because if tou didn't have something that El Sin Nombre wanted, then they probably wanted you. Your hands shook and your breath was caught in your throat.

Phone in hand, you text the only person you know might be able to help, and old friend. But when you open your phone, it's open to your camera roll. Not unusual, you liked taking pictures, looking back on old memories. A bit of distraction would be nice. Scrolling through your images you see photos of your pets, your kitties playing, your dog as a small puppy, your family, selfies with you and your friends, pictures of lists, reminders, work papers, texts, random things. You smile seeing a photo you too a few days ago, one of your cat laying on your chest. That was the last photo on the camera roll.

Or so you thought.

Scrolling once more your heart drops, staring at the image you refuse to believe is real. It can't be, right? But the proof infront of you denies your helpless wishes. The photo is of you. Sleeping. A photo where your peacefully sleeping, body tangled up in the soft sheets of your bed. The knife on the bedside, note in trash and the rose next to where your phone should be.

The photo is close to you, to the point where the person, who you know is probably Sin Nombre or their henchmen, is standing close to the bed that they're lurking right above you. Your heart pounds as you take in the photo over and over and over again. Breaths are ridged, and your hands shake and the nausea hits you in heavy waves that make you dizzy. A thousand thoughts rush through your mind. What should you do? Can you leave?

You could try to leave Las Almas, get out of México entirely, but you know that if you tried Sin Nombre would know and stop you with their henchmen lurking in every corner. You could wait it out, seclude yourself in the apartment and order extra locks, blackout curtains, self defense things, but what good would that do against someone like Sin Nombre?

Or, you could end it all. A death by your own hand would be better than whatever Sin Nombre is planning to do to you. Shaking your head, you brush off the last thought. You couldn't do that, no. You had to survive this. You just needed a plan, and a damn good one at that. For now, you'll stay here, knife clenched in your hand, waiting for your friend to reply, sitting in bed waiting.

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I can’t wait for you to make part 3 of Stalker Valeria I’m so excited

Stalker!Valeria x Reader

Thanks for the ask annon! I'm glad you like it so far, so here's part 3!! This will be from the readers pov.

CW: Stalking, swearing, breif mention of self offing, obsessive. Possessive love, fear, paranoia, dark romance, mafia and cartel mentions, warning, throwing up mentioned.

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Your hands shake as the small paper note shifts inbetween your fingers. It's silent, your heart beating wildly in your chest, your ears ringing and breaths labored. You feel eyes on your back making you shiver and freeze in fear. Panic bubbles within your chest, bile rising to your chest making you gag.

You throw the note down and rush to rhe bathroom, throwing up due to the anxiety wracking through your system. You sit on he bathroom floor and in fear.

Taking a deep breath you stand, your hands fumbling as you tripple check the locks on our doors and windows, closing the blinds and grabbing a knife. Your palms are sweaty and shaking but you feel safer now that you've checked every premise of the house..you'd be fine.

For the night at least.

Your body hits your bed, the knife set on the bedside table within reach. The anxiety that peirces though you soon calms down, the nausea washes away into a peaceful calm as sleep lures you in despite the edge of fear in you have.

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love love ur work nova 💕 always nice to see valeria and farah wlw content here thank uu

Thank you anon! I'm glad that you enjoy my content and I greatly appreciate the support!! I will also be doing more Valeria and Farah content once I get ideas, and of course our Lovely Kate Laswell too!

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Hi!!

I love the stalker Valeria story so far and would def like to see a part 2!!!!

STALKER!VALERIA x READER PT.2

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Content warnings: violence, Swearing, paranoia, stalking, dark romance, wlw, obsessive behavior, stalker territory, breif mention on Offing one self, terror.

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Cigarette smoke wafts through the air, the smoke dancing away in the wind. Alcohol on the tounge of the hundreds around, music blaring in the back. Bodies move on the roof of the building, celebrating yet another victory, But she isn't happy, no.

Instead, her mind is filled with frustration, anger, and desperation. Her men are smiling, having fun, celebrating their rightful victory but still..her hearts heavy with hatred. She stands, brushing off her black shirt with her hands, she turns to a gaurd and tells him that she'll be back. She walks through the halls of the well kept building until she's outside roaming the streets of Las Almas, the closer she gets the less anger fuels the flame within her.

Dogs scurry past the woman, tails tremble between their legs. Her steps are confident, eyes calculating. She looks like sweet sweet death, a gorgeous thing but deadly and violent.

Her breaths become heavier when her eyes lock onto her target walking through the slight rain. Her hands are sweaty with excitement as her Prey was about to walk into see the little surprise she left. She's watched you for a long time. Months on end watching your every move, she knows when you leave for work, when you have classes, what classes, when you fall asleep, shower..she knows everything.

She loves how you've become frightened of the night, scared to turn corners waiting for her to pop out of the shadows. But she won't do that, no, she's not stupid. She'll carefully wait, leaving you small little gifts here and there letting you know she's always watching.

She'll make you fear going to sleep without checking your locks a thousand times a night, She'll make you have to check over your shoulder every minute, she'll have you go crazy and then she'll pounce.

She watches from a dark alley way as you make your way up to you apartment. A cozy little place, but it's small.

She could give you so much more. So much better.

She watches you with a wide grin, watching as you freeze when you see her little gift left on you pillow case. She watches the panic, the horror and terror rush through you and she ears it up like candy.

She watches as you check your locks, and close your blinds. She can still see you the gaps of the blinds prominent despite you closing them. The glint of a knife catches her gaze. Pretty and smart, huh? Clever little mouse.

She waits, lurks in the shows outside your apartment for hours on end, just waiting. Soon, she makes her move,stalking up the stairs of the apartment building until she gets yo your door. A couple Bobby pins and a little jiggle and she's in.

Not very safe, no. But nothing can keep her away from you. She glides through the shadows until she's in your room, her footsteps are silent, she's careful not to wake you.

She watches.

Counting the rise and fall of your breaths, you look like a sleeping goddess tangled up in the sheets, and the sight makes her hungry. Hungry for you. Hungry for more.

A smirk crosses her red stained lips, you're just a little mouse running through her maze of fear and Deception. She owns everything in Las Almas Anyway, why shouldn't she own you? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Thank you all so so s much for the support on the first part of this, I wasn't expecting much but it seems alot of you like it. And thanks to the anon above, my first ask!! I appreciate it greatly and i hope this part lives up to your guy's standards, a little POV from Vals view.

This story is going to be dark, and I highly suggest you read all the cw before reading. This story will switch povs throughout it and it might get confusing, so I'll always put who's pov it is in the authors note!

Thank you so much again for the support, and the next part should be coming up soon. 💋

~Nova

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Im no better than a man when it comes to El Sin Nombre

GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT DAMNN

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Stalker!Valeria x Reader

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Content warnings: Talk of mafia/Cartel work. Violence, swearing, paranoia, stalking, dark romance, wlw, no use of y/n, Staking, obsessive behavior, creepy Valeria eventually NSFW, dubious consent.

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Your breaths fell heavy against the silence of Las Almas. The distant sound of sirens and dogs barking was far away but a familiar sound. The sound of home to you. Walking back home from your college classes have never been an issue until recently. Recently, every tun you make your heart drops, every shadow in the corner makes you jump because you know something Is lurking there. Hands tremble as you walk back to your small apartment complex, clutching your bag. Your footsepts echo loudly against the cold wet stone read that shines an orange hue from the street lights. You know someone is watching you. You can feel it. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your stomach churns with anxiety. It's been weeks. Weeks since you last felt safe. Weeks since you last felt comfortable. Weeks since you didn't wake up from the feeling of being watched. Every night since then you've been restless, anxiety filling your soul..you at first thought that there was nothing to wortu about, your dogs wouldn't bark and your cats seemed indifferent but the feeling never went away, if anything they increase. You didn't know what to do. Call the police? They weren't reliable in Las Almas and yould most likely brush you off. You could install cameras but you weren't sure if that would do you any good. You sighed as the handle of your door creeks open when your rusty key unlocks it. It may be a small, old apartment but you made it work, it was home. Your dog greeted you at the door, licking your hand happy to see you home and you spok your cats rolling around on the floor. Everything was fine. Everything was all in place. It all looked good. Nothing missing. You set your bag down with a long drawn out sigh, your back hurting from lugging around your textbooks for your classes. Making your way to your room you yawn, but something catches your eye that makes your heart drop. Your windows are open. The cool air blowing your curtains open. The window you're sure you closed and locked before you left this morning was now open sending a chill down your spine. You shiver and walk over and close the window, your heart beat pounding in Your ear. Looking around you try to see if anything missing, but your eyes land on something that makes you gag in fear. On your pillow is a single red rose. All the thorns have been cut off and it's leaves. The stem was snipped at an angle, the perfect way to keep a flower alive like whoever left it didn't want you to get pricked. There was a little card next to the rose, when you pick it up it smells of Cologne and cigarette smoke. It was a blank card, with something on it. A small card at that, but there was one thing left on it. A kiss. The red lipstick leaving the perfect kiss print on the white card. On the back in pristine writing is three words that make you tear up and tremble in fear, your hands shaking when you process what's written. 'El Sin Nombre.' . . Part two? If people like this I'll add a pt 2!!

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