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[nebulastarr]

Arman Morales x Reader pt. 6

Author’s note: I know this started as a headcanon, but by part 3 it turned into a fanfic, so I ran with it. Also I’m going to start adding a tag list, so if you want to be on it just message me :)

The first stop on the tour was The High Roller at The LINQ. The High Roller was a 550 feet tall Ferris wheel. “The best views in Vegas have been seen from here” Arman said, handing you a drink.

“Hold up, they let you take drinks on here?” You asked, pointing at the red cup in your hand. “Oh yeah, that’s why they have you go in the bar before you get on” he replied as he led you into the the compartment.

As you stepped inside, you realized that the compartment was air conditioned because you felt the cool air hit you as soon as you stepped through the door. It was a welcome relief because your cheeks were all ready starting to feel warm from the liquor.

Before you knew it the compartment started to take off. You walked over to the window and looked out at the view. Arman was right. This view was absolutely amazing.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it!” Arman asked, noticing your amazement.

“Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe it. This is breathtaking” you replied, looking at Arman. You could see all of Vegas from here.

You were taking a picture of the view when you looked at Arman. You wanted to capture this moment with him, and this Jack and coke had you feeling a little bold.

“Arman do you wanna take a selfie?” You asked, pointing you your phone.

“Let’s do it” he answered.

You held your phone sideways as you and Arman turned your backs towards the compartment window. You felt Arman put his hand on your back as you laid your head on his shoulder.

Click, Click

You were going to take another picture when a woman’s offered to take your picture.

“Sure, thank you” you said, handing your phone to the woman.

This time, you leaned in more to Arman’s side as he put his arm around your waist. You looked at him the same way he always looked at you. Like he hung to moon. That was when the woman took the picture.

“Here you go” she said, handing you back your phone. “Thank you” you said, looking at the picture.

“You two make a cute couple” the woman said as she went back to her group of friends. Your cheeks went red. Looking at the picture again, you and Arman did make a cute couple. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want him that way, but you’d never been in a relationship before. He’s seen the scars on your arms and leg, but he hasn’t seen the other ones. How would he react?

As The High Roller came back around to the entrance, you and Arman got off. “What’s next?” you asked, looking at Arman. “Next, the Las Vegas Strip Walking Tour” he said.

5 minutes later

The walking tour started at The Wynn Las Vegas Casino, where you took in the sights of beautiful cascading waterfalls, fountains, and probably the best flower display you’d ever seen. The tour only got better from there.

You saw the Palazzo Resort Casino, The Grand Canal Shoppes at the Venetian Resort where you saw hand painted Italian frescoes, Venetian architecture and a hidden lobby. You passed by the Casino Royale, the Piano Bar at Harrah’s.

At one point you stopped noticing the sights and started to think about Arman. He knew most of what there was to know about you, but you knew nothing about him. You knew he was with Tarik that night at the fight, but what you didn’t know was why.

“Arman, that night at the underground fight, why were you with Tarik Barsemian?” you asked, looking up at him. He lt out a small chuckle. “I was wondering when you were going to ask about that. I work for Tarik’s father, Hayak. I started working for him a way to pay off my father’s debts to him, and I’ve been working him for him ever since.” he answered.

“Are his debts payed off?” you asked, looking at The LINQ Casino as it passed by. “His debts have long been payed off. I guess once I started working for him, I knew I could never go back to the person that I was, so I embraced the person that I’d become.” he answered as he shrugged his shoulders.

You knew what that was like. You tried so hard to be the person you were before the training and the experiments, but you couldn’t. So you started accepting it. Slowly you started to come to terms with who you were now.

“I know what that feels like” you said, taking ahold of his hand. He looked at your hand in his, then at you. There it was. That feeling again. He must be feeling it too you thought.

When the walking tour was over, Arman ordered an Uber that took you to this place called Charlie’s Bar and Grill. As you were pulling up, someone came out of the bar with a bag in their hand and handed it to Arman through the window.

“Takeout?” you asked, motioning at the bag.

“Yeah, well I figured probably weren’t ready to go home, so I ordered takeout. Is that okay?” he asked, holding up the bag.

“That’s… that’s more than okay, and, thank you.” you said. “For what?” he asked as he tilted his head to look at you. “For reacting the way you did. Most people, after seeing what I showed you, would run for the hills. But not you. You… held me. You comforted me. You brought me into your home. You held me as I slept. You didn’t have to do that, but you did. So, yeah, thank you.” you said, taking his hand in yours.

Arman looked at you, but this time it was different. He bought your hand up to his face. As you ran your hand across his cheek, you saw a tear coming from his eye. You wiped it away away and looked at him as he traced the scar on your cheek.

That’s when the Uber pulled up to the casino. You and Arman went straight to the elevator, and pushed the button to go up. When it got to the penthouse, he took your hand and led you inside.

He was putting the food on the table, trying to ignore the moment you just had in the Uber. You walked over to him and took his hand again, bring it up to your face, to the scar that not even 2 minutes ago he reached with his finger. He used his other hand to cup the other side of your face. There was that feeling again, but it was different now. It was stronger. At the same time, you were hearing two voices in your head: one telling you don’t do this and one telling to go for it. Then you heard another voice, but this time it was your own: Go for it.

You stood up on your tippy toes and kissed him on the lips, as if to test the waters. Once he had a taste, he was hooked.

He hoisted you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing at all, and kissed you again, this time with passion. You wrapped your legs around his waist. He set you into the table and slid your jeans to floor. Then you were in his arms again.

You don’t know how you managed to make it to the bedroom, but when you did you stood up and started to lift up shirt when Arman took hold of your wrist. “You don’t have too” he said. “I know, but I want to” you replied back as you took your shirt completely off.

Arman put his arms around your waist and brought you close to him. You watched as kissed and traced every scar.

“I need you… now” you said in between breaths. That was all he needed to hear. You unhooked your bra as he slid you black lace underwear down your legs. In one swift movement, he laid on the bed.

He lifted your legs up and buried his head between your legs. You curled your toes and gripped the sheets with everything flick of his tounge. Oh Shit, this feels so fucking good you thought as you ran your hands through his hair.

You felt him kissing your inner thigh again, then your scars, then you. You let out a small moan as you tasted yourself on his lips. You held his face in your hands for a moment. You wanted this. You wanted him. This beautiful man that was right here before your very eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this, because we don’t have to. I can stop just say the word” he said, caressing your face in his hand.

You didn’t even give it a second thought. “Yes”

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Shrugging casually, as if he didn't feel the weight of the man’s gaze piercing into him, Robert replied, "it was a last minute change of personnel. Surely you understand why I needed her to strip to prove that she wasn't wearing a wire."

Apprehension radiated off of the women in the sudden engulfing silence of the room, but Robert was more focused on Arman, the way any hint of ease vanished from his face leaving only hard, sharp angles, how his body tensed, and how his hands curled into fists at his side.

The room suddenly felt a lot smaller than it was.

"You made her "strip?" he slowly growled, the threat of violence unmistakable in his last word.

[nebulastarr]

Arman Morales x Reader pt. 5

Hey everyone, I hope y'all are liking this fic so far!

The light coming in from the window opened your eyes. You sat up in the king size bed and looked around. The bottle of water that Arman had gotten you was still on the nightstand, along with the washcloth he had used. You were running you hands through you hair when you saw some clothes on a chair, along with a towel and a washcloth.

I should just go you thought. You got up and went to the elevator that would take you down to the casino. You were about to press the button when you looked back at the bed. Arman could have told you to leave after what you showed him, but he didn't. He brought you up to his home, got you a bottle of water, and held you as you drifted off to sleep. He even had some clothes set out for you so you could get a shower.

It You looked back at the elevator and put your hand down No, not this time.

You walked over to the chair, picked up the clothes, towel and washcloth and went into the bathroom.

15 minutes later

As you were drying your hair off, you heard the sound of a stove turning on. You put on the clothes and made your way to the kitchen to see what it was.

It was Arman. He was making breakfast. He wasn't here when you woke up, so he must have came back while you were in the shower.

It wasn’t until you leaned against wall that he realized you were. When he did, his eyes immediately went to the scars on your arms, then then he saw the scar on you left leg.

“You can also about them if you want” you said, walking over to the chair so you could sit down.

“Did they come from your training?” He asked as he cracked the eggs and put them in the pan. "Some are from the training, some are from the missions, but a majority of them are from the experiments" you replied, looking off to the side.

His eyes darted to the side, then back at you. The realization hit him. There were more. Ones he couldn't see. He set a cup of orange juice down on ten table as he took a seat next to you "You said experiments, what kind of... experiments?" he asked.

"Um... experiments that made me enhanced. They altered my blood, my DNA, hell even my genetics. My... my powers were already there. The experiments just brought them to the surface. They didn’t know were they came from. I still don’t even know” you said, looking at your hand.

You took a sip of your orange juice. "When the experiments were complete, she started me on my training. I was tought every possible way to kill a man, with my powers and without my them".

"After my training, she started sending me on missions. She would tell me where to go and who to kill. If I tried to refuse, or if during a mission I would hesitate, she would have The Telepath get into my head and do it anyway."

"You keep saying she... You mean your mother?"

"Yeah" you replied.

He took your hand in his and just looked at you. You felt that feeling again. That jolt that went through your body whenever he touched your hand. You let your mind wander If his touch can do that do that to your hand, imagine what it could do-

"I think the food is done" you said, looking at the stove. Arman got up and went over to the stove. He put the food the food on the plate and set them on the table.

"Oh my God, this is amazing" you said through a mouth full of food. Arman let out a laugh. "It's my mothers recipe" he said. "Well tell your mother I said this is amazing" you replied, pointing at the food.

"Next time I call her, i'll be sure to tell her that" he said.

You saw a piece of paper on the table. "What's this?" you asked picking up the piece of paper.

"It's a list of top 10 things to do in Vegas" he replied

"I can see that, what I meant was why do you have it?" you said.

"Because, Charlie, I figured since you haven't had alot of time to properly see Vegas on your own, I'd be your personal tour guide for the day" he replied.

"Safara"

"What?" he asked

"If you're going to be my personal tour guide, you should know my real name. I'm Safara." you said.

"Well, Safara, we should get going. We have a long day ahead of us" he he said

"Lead the way, tour guide"

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[nebulastarr]

Arman Morales x Reader pt. 4

Breathe, just breathe. That's what you kept telling yourself as the Uber took you to Armans club. You could lie, because that's what you always did. You told some lie that people somehow believed, but despite that you always found yourself leaving. Going from one place to the next, because deep down you knew that the lies would only last so long. That's why you left. Went from place to place. To avoid even more questions.

You didn't want to do that here. You liked it here in Vegas, but more than that you liked Arman. Yes he was a criminal, but in a way so were you. Also, Vegas was the first place you could actually breathe, maybe even settle down. You didn't want to lose that. You weren't going to lose that.

You took a deep breath as you got out of the Uber. You looked at the casino, then at the club where you knew Arman would be waiting. Here we go, you thought, them opened the door to the casino.

The casino was empty, unusually empty. It dawned on you that if Arman owned the club then he probably owned the casino too. That's why it was so empty. Which meant the club would be empty too.

You made your way to the elevator where a bouncer was waiting. He wasn't the one that was here earlier, this was someone else. Then you remembered. You saw him before. In the club. He was one of the bodyguards. He pushed the elevator button to go up and you rode up in silence.

When you got off the elevator, Arman was waiting at the bar. He nodded and the bodyguard behind you got back in the elevator.

You sat down on a chair as Arman poured himself a drink. He poured another drink and handed it to you. You took a sip. Jack Daniels. He must have seen the drink you poured for yourself in his office.

You say there in silence. You kept your eyes on your drink, but you could feel his eyes looking at you. Those dark piercing eyes. It felt like they were looking into your soul.

“I know you have questions” you said, looking at him now.

“Yeah” he said taking a sip of his drink. You realized that he was drinking Jack too.

“It’s not exactly something I can tell you, but I can show you. It’s just… I’ve never done this before. I usually always come up with a lie then skip town”. you said.

He moved closer to you. Real close. When you breathed in, you could smell his cologne, his aftershave, the Jack on his breath. You had to admit, it was intoxicating. Then he put his hand yours and it sent a jolt through your whole body.

“You said you could show me, right? So, show me.” he said, shrugging his head to the side. With that, you put your elbow on the table and opened you hand, then you motioned for Arman to do the same. When he did you slowly moved your hand torwards his, until your fingertips almost touched.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked again

“I’m sure” he said.

“Okay” you said, placed your hand on his.

3, 2, 1

Memories flashed through your head. Your childhood. Your father. Your mother. Your Mother. The very woman responsible for everything that had happened to you. You saw flashes of your training, of the missions she sent you on, the lives you took. The Incident. The reason why you always had to run. The woman who was supposed to love you unconditionally framed you for a crime you didn’t commit. But all the evidence was stacked against you. Your mother made sure of that. She got off clean and left you holding the bag.

You ran. Got on the nearest bus and never looked back. You just kept running. From London. To Paris. To New York. To Cali. To Florida. To Louisiana. You thought you were safe in Hawaii. You even went to Texas. Then to Vegas. Vegas. You liked Vegas. You didn’t want to run. Not again.

Not.. ever… AGAIN!

You opened your eyes. Arman was holding your shoulders. Your heart was racing and you felt like you couldn’t breath.

“Charlie. Hey look at me, you’re okay. I’m here” Arman said, lifting your head to look at him. Only then did your heart stop racing. Only then did you realize there were tears steaming down your face.

You collapsed into Arman, your breathing slowing down, but tears still streaming down your face. Arman stood you up then led you to the elevator and pushed the up button. another floor you thought.

When the elevator stopped and opened, you realized it was a penthouse. Of course he had a penthouse above the club that was above the casino. Arman picked you up and carried you to one of the bedrooms. He laid you down then disappeared.

When he came back he had a wet washcloth in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He wiped your face with the clothe then have you the bottle of water.

You took a sip of the water and laid down. Your breathing was better now, but the tears were still there. Eventually, sleep started to take over. You felt Arman pull the comforter up around you, then you felt him lay down next to you. He wrapped his arm around you and rested his head on yours. You put your hand on Armans and drifted off to the world of sleep.

[nebulastarr]

Arman Morales x Reader Pt. 7

Authors note: Thank you to all the people who are loving this fic so far!

Warning: some smut.

He started off slow, giving you time to adjust to him, to his size. Once he found his rhythm, he began to thrust into you. You threw your head back onto the pillow. It felt good. He felt good. “Go slow” you said as he nodded in agreement.

You wanted to feel him. Every single inch. You put your leg around his waist so he could go deeper. As deep as he could possibly go. He was so big and it felt so fucking good.

He kissed you then as he picked up the pace. “Oh my… holy shit” you moaned against mouth. The bedroom became a filled with the sounds of moans, screams, and skin hitting skin.

Before you knew it, Arman had you on top of him. He caressed your face as his other hand hovered over the scar on the top of your chest. That was the only scar he didn’t touch, but you could tell he wanted to. This scar went from your left shoulder to the top of your right breast and cut up to the top of your right shoulder.

You took Arman’s hand in yours and guided it over the scar. You stopped when his hand was over your heart. You held it there for a moment as you pressed your forhead to his.

No one had ever seen you like this. Ever. Dakota knew about your scars, but she’s never seen them. Not like Arman was seeing them right now.

He brought hands back down to your waist as you started to ride him. Judging by his heavy breathing you could tell he was loving every minute of this. The sheer sight of you on top of him. You pulled him close as you picked up the pace.

This man became a mix of moans and ragged breathing right before your eyes. You took his face in your hands and kissed him like like he was being sent off to the war. It was slow and passionate, but rough at the same time.

He’s close you thought. “I’m close too” you said. That did it. You let out what could only be described as scream of passion as you both reached your climax. You collapsed into him, panting, trying to catch your breath. He laid down on the bed and guided you over to his side.

You both laid there, completely blissed out. You were laying on his stomach, your legs hanging off the side of the bed, looking up at him, running your hand over his face, his lips. You were running your hands through his hair when you started to close your eyes.

Arman shifted his weight so that you laying next to him. He put your leg over his waist and held you close.

It wasn’t long before you both drifted off to sleep.

The Next Morning

You opened your eyes to find Arman laying on his side looking at you. You swore you’d never seen him smile this much. Like ever.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked, running his fingers along your waist.

“I’ve never slept that good in I don’t know how long. Usually, when I sleep, I have nightmares of the things that I’ve done. But not this time.” you said, tilting your head to the side.

You were going to say something else when your phone went off. It was Dakota. You hadn’t talked to her since the night you told Arman everything. She must be worried.

“Hey Dakota, what’s up?” you asked, knowing full well she was about to go off.

“What’s up! I haven’t heard from you for 3 days and you ask me what’s up! I was worried. I thought I was gonna have to call my mom.” she said

“No need for that Dakota. I’m fine” you said running through you hand through your messy hair. A result from last nights activities.

“So…how did Arman take it?” she asked. You looked over at Arman with the biggest smile on your face. “He’s actually taking it pretty well. I’m here with right now as a matter of fact.” you said

“Oh…OH. Well, don’t let me keep you. I’m just glad you’re okay.” she said then hung up the phone. You walked back over to the bed. Arman was sitting up now. He pulled you to him and looked at your scars. His eyes trailed up to the scar on your chest. “What’s this one from, if you don’t mind me asking.” he said as he ran his fingers over the scar.

“My…my mother. A couple of weeks into my training, I tried to leave. I didn’t know where I would go, all I knew was that I had to get out of there. One of the guards caught me and brought me back. As punishment, my mother did this.” you said as you traced the scar with your own fingers this time.

A tear fell from his eye. You pulled him close. He wrapped your legs around his waist and just held you. He didn’t say a word. You didn’t need him too. This was enough. Him holding you was enough.

10 minutes had gone by when Arman got up and headed to the bathroom. “Come here” he said as he grabbed a towel. You walked over to him and he took your hands in his and led you into the bathroom.

You eyes him up and down. This was the first time you had a chance to actually look at him. You saw some of his muscle that night with the congressman, but you could see them more now. Then your eyes went down south. He was above the average size. Last night it stretched you out in the most perfect way.

It wasn’t until he stepped in the shower first that you realized he was hard. A playful smile came across your lips. You stepped in and threw your arms around his neck. As you stood up on your tippy toes, he put his hands around your thighs and hoisted you up.

And hour later you were done in the shower. Half of that time was spent on a continuation of last nights activities. The other half was the actual shower part.

You saw your phone light up and saw it was a text from Dakota. She was going to grab a bite beat and she didn’t know if you and Arman wanted to join her. You showed him the text and to your surprise he was actually down with it.

You dialed Dakota’s number.

“Hey, did you get my text?” she asked

“Yeah.” you said. “We’ll be there”

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[nebulastarr]

Dating Arman Morales Headcanon pt. 3

“You What!” Dakota screamed. You didn’t tell Dakota about what happened until you got to her place, and when you did, she was pissed.

“Let me get this straight, you walked in on Arman holding some congressman in a basket of grease because he stole something from him, then you.. you what? You participate in getting this information. Why?”

“I heard a noise, and I went to go see what it was” you said pacing the room. Dakota stared at you. You could tell that she was fuming inside.

“Charli- Safara, you came here to breathe, to rest, to stop looking over your shoulder. This… what happened tonight is the complete opposite of that”.

You were still hung up on the fact that Dakota called you by your real name. You hadn’t heard it since you’d had it changed. She was right. You came to rest for a bit, not do what you did tonight. But somehow you always found your way into something.

“Dakota, I know- Ring ring

Ring ring

Dakota picked up your phone from the coffee table and showed it you

“How is he calling you?” She asked, pointing to the name in the screen.

It was Arman. Over the course of the night you had given him your phone number.

You took the phone and started pacing once more. You knew this was coming, you always did in situations like tonight.

He had questions, a million questions. You were going to have to answer them sooner or later, so why not now.

“Hey Arman” you said when you answered the phone.

“Hey, if you can, can you come back to the club?” He asked. You could tell in his voice that he was still trying to understand what happened tonight, trying to understand you.

“Yeah, just give me 10 minutes and I’ll be there” you answered.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Dakota started again.

“What the hell are you thinking?!” She asked, getting up off the couch.

“He needs answers, Dakota” you said, leaning against the wall.

“I know that, but what kind of answers are you going to give him?” She asked.

“The only answers I can”

[nebulastarr]

Arman Morales x Reader Pt. 10

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The movie was pretty good. You and Arman talked about it the whole ride back to your apartment. When you opened the door, you saw Dakota sitting on the couch. You had given her a spare key.

“Dakota, what’s up?” you asked as you set your keys down in the table. Her eyes darted from you to a package that was sitting on the floor. There was no label on the front, just your name. Your real name.

You knelt down on the floor and cut open the box. When you opened it, every bone in your body went still. “What’s wrong?” Arman asked looking from Dakota to you. You wanted to answer him, but you were too focused on what was in the box.

It was a blade, but not just any blade. Your blade. Your weapon of choice during the time you spent with your mother. It went missing after the incident. You thought it was long gone, and yet here it was in a box in your apartment, still covered in the blood from that day.

“What is that?” Arman asked, now kneeling down beside you. You looked at him. You could see the worry in his eyes. “It’s… it’s mine” you answered as you looked back at the blade. You stood up and walked over to the click and sat next to Dakota.

“That blade… that blade was my weapon of choice when I was with my mother. I never used anything else. And it’s the same blade that was used to kill my father.” you said as you looked from Dakota to Arman.

“Who killed your father?” Arman asked as he sat down on the chair

“I did.” you said

Dakota’s eyes shot up. “No she didn’t. There was an assassin that had the power to get into peoples heads. Make you do things you wouldn’t normally do. They got into Safara’s heqd and made her kill her father. With that blade.” Dakota said looking you.

“Why?” Arman asked, looking at you.

You took a deep breath.

“Because he was against everything my mother did. He was going to expose her and the experiments. She knew that I would never be able to kill my own father, so she had her assassin do it. The only part I remember is waking up in that hotel room covered in blood. The blood of my father. The blade was no where to be found. Until now.” you said as you motioned down to the blade.

“Okay, since no one else is gonna ask, I will. How in the hell is that here?” Dakota asked as she stood and motioned to the blade. She was right. Where has it been? How was it here? You only remember two things from that day: your mother touting the blade in your hand and waking up in that hotel room covered in your fathers blood. The blade gone.

For it to be here could only mean one thing.

“She sent it” you said looking at the blade

“Who?” Arman asked

You looked up him. “My Mother”