Blurred Morals (The Ghostface x Female Reader)

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Your hands remained above your head as your skin glistened from the light and warm rain that continued to drizzle. You gazed up at him through heavy eyelids, the desire to see his eyes becoming harder to ignore.

Your gaze drifted down to his hands which gripped your thighs, his gloves wet against your skin. You wondered where he kept his camera and your eyes drifted to his cloak. Despite how filthy the scene looked and how exposed you were under him, a question formed in your mind.

"How many pockets do you have in there? Where's your camera?" You stared at him with genuine curiosity.

The Ghostface shook his head slightly. "Are you not capable of staying focused on one thing?" He scoffed and you felt he was laughing behind his mask.

You raised your eyebrows, your exspression serious.

"Actually no, I struggled keeping my mind focused since I was a kid..." Your eyes trailed back up to his mask, your heart thumping loudly.

The Ghostface did not reply but instead continued to stare into your eyes and you felt he was studying you.

"Why does your cloak cast smoke when you are hid..." Your voice trailed as you watched the Ghostface slowly rise to his feet from his knees. You propped yourself up on your elbows while bringing your knees together as you looked up at him, your lips parted slightly.

The Ghostface pulled his cloak over his head, careful not to lift his mask, revealing his bare chest. He swung it over one of the four very large chains, before turning back to look down at you, his knife gripped tightly in one hand. Your eyes trailed up from his boots to his head and you swallowed feeling aroused and afraid. Not to your surprise, he was painfully fit and you wished his pants were not present.

You noticed multiple old scars across his chest and knew instantly it was from his victims who had fought back.

"Oh..." You whispered under your breath, bringing your legs closer together.

Suddenly he took a couple steps closer to you, tucking his boot in between your legs.

"I don't recall telling you to move, back down on the seal." He said and you lowered your back down on the cement, lifting your hands above your head.

You watched him push his boot against your inner thigh prompting you to separate your knees again. The Ghostface lowered himself to his knees again and you knew he was taking his time with you, but you were constantly left wondering what his next moves would be. You licked your lips, wanting to talk to him.

"How long have you been here? I mean, in the Entity's realm..." You asked. The Ghostface ignored you as he bent over you slightly, feeling up your lower abdomen and chest.

Your breath quickened as his hand lingered on your throat and you swallowed.

"Do you know you're super popular back on earth, even now? Like you have an entire fandom, people seriously love you especially during Holloween." You knew you were sounding like a fan girl again and cursed yourself for not being able to stop.

The Ghostface slid his hand from your throat to your face, holding your jaw gently. He was practically completely hovering over you now and he watched as your chest rose and fell quickly. Talking helped to calm your nerves and you opened your mouth to ask another question.