Blurred Morals (The Ghostface x Female Reader)

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Your expression suddenly turned guilty and you averted his stare, looking to the floor. He tucked his index finger under your chin, lifting your head up to look at him.

"Why do you continue to deny yourself what you really want." He tilted his head slightly, awaiting your response.

You thought about his question briefly before speaking. "You don't understand- how could you possibly understand...you're a murderer. There are no consequences to your actions here. I care about the other survivors and everything we do affects us, any mistakes made, we suffer...not you or any other killers."

He stared down at you for some time. "I suppose you're right. That, I will not deny." His statement felt cold, and you searched for any warmth or care but found none. "But you all are not innocent..." He removed his gloves tossing them on the ground. You watched him carefully as he brought a hand up to your hair tucking a stray portion behind your ear.

"I see the things you all do when you think no one is watching or listening. The things that some of you do that even go against my own morals...what's left of them. Everyone has some amount of dark in them, knowlingly or unknowingly. Its easier when you accept it, it allows you to think more clearly." He brought his hand cupping your cheek and dragged his thumb over your lips, pulling them.

You parted your lips slightly as he traced them with his thumb, your eyes almost closed completely. You wrestled with the good part of your conscious and felt that you were losing. You suddenly had the desire to see his eyes again and you reached up to take off his mask.

He flinched back, grabbing your wrist mid air. "I want to see you..." You whispered. He held your wrist for a few moments before he let go lowering his hand to his side. He stood unmoving and you boldy continued to reach for his mask pulling it upwards, slowly revealing his mouth, nose and eyes with a final tug, his dark hair disheveled from being lifted.

You held his mask now and observed his face. He was handsome bordering on almost feminine like features. You raised your gaze to his heavily lidded eyes which were dark brown pools, with thick eyelashes. One of his eyebrows were raised as he observed your expression. Your eyes trailed down to his mouth and he grinned.

"No one has ever had the gall to do what you just did. How does that make you feel?" He smiled, shaking his head.

Your eyes were lingering on his lips, you gripped his mask practically bunching it. "I...I don't know..."

He then reached behind your head holding the back of your neck and pulled you in for a deep and long kiss. Your eyes fluttered and your cheeks flushed. He suddenly pulled away and you gasped for air. You looked in his eyes and saw they were dripping with lust and you wished you had removed his mask much earlier.

He slowly bent down on his knees while holding your gaze, gripping your hips. Your arms were lifted slightly as you gripped his mask even tighter, wide-eyed unsure of his next moves.

His hands slid onto your belt and began unbuckling it. You swallowed looking down at him, anticipation coursing through your chest.

"I think you're a lot more bold than you give yourself credit for." He was staring at your belt slowly pulling it through the straps, removing it.

He paused looking up at you through his dark lashes, apparently waiting for a response.

You once again struggled to find words as you stared down at him, mouth agape.