Nosferatu and Frankenstein have really made me fall in love with cinema :) they both have exactly what i LOVE in movies. The cinematography!!! amazing! honestly they feel like art pieces instead of something that should just be entertaining, and i really love that.
wow i watched Frankenstein on netflix and i am so in love with that movie it was GREAT! i would’ve liked it if they had used a quote from Mary Shelley at the end though :(
tags: they fuck, PTSD?, age-gap, guilt :(, perverted old man whatever.
You shoot out of bed when you hear him yell, his voice echoing down the long halls of the motel. The door creaks open, your feet make little soft pats on the floor as you make your way to his room.
Gihun’s nightmares have been a daily occurrence for weeks — His mind replaying the games, the deaths…everything. It repeats itself over and over and it keeps him there. He couldn’t leave now, even after winning. Sweat beads on his forehead, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
He doesn’t talk about it much. Neither the games or the nightmares. Maybe because its too painful, or maybe because he doesn’t want you to know what happened to your brother. You’re too precious. Someone like you shouldn’t worry about death and suffering. He’ll do everything in his power to assure that you won’t.
But you want revenge, just like him. you understand. And he’ll make sure you both get what you want.
He lets you stay at his motel, use whatever you need. He even lets you use his money.
He tells himself its because he feels bad, that he indirectly caused what happened to someone you love. But he knows its because he likes you. He’s…fond of you. protective?He doesn’t know what to call it. He tries not to think about it.
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When you walk in he’s still out of it. He’s on his bed, chest bare and sweaty. He rubs his forehead, catching his breath. You stand there for a little while, just Admiring his body. Scarred and broken. All bones and hard muscle.
you take another step closer to him, finally speaking.
“Mr. Seong?”
He startles. Dark brown eyes find yours before he lets out a deep sigh. its just you.
He wants to apologise profusely for waking you, but the words never leave his mouth. You shouldn’t be awake in the middle of the night because of him. You need your sleep.
He sighs, furrowing his eyebrows. He’s still shaking.
you approach him like he’s an injured animal, sitting down beside him. You rub your eyes with the back of your hand, yawning softly. cute.
Its silent, but somehow you never feel awkward with him. It’s like being in his presence warms you up, makes you feel safe. He clears his throat,
“im sorry.”
“its okay.”
You dont say anything else. You dont need to.
You crawl into bed with him and he pulls the covers over both of you. Its like an instinct, like two penguins hurdling together to keep warm. You both know he needs you there to avoid slipping into insanity. He’s quiet and still. He seems to calm down slowly with you next to him though.
He wants to pull you closer and bury his face into your neck. Maybe smell your sweet perfume. A faint whiff of vanilla hits his nose.
He doesn’t lay a finger on you.
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It quickly becomes a routine after that.
When he wakes up from a nightmare, you’re always there. One time you’re wearing one of his old t-shirts that he was gonna throw out. Something disgusting churns deep in his stomach at the sight.
He tells you several times that you shouldn’t inconvenience yourself like this. He’ll be alright. But you insist every time.
“its easier for you to sleep when im here,”
he nods.
“so ill stay.” and so you do.
He doesn’t have the strength to deny you. Not like he wants to anyways. He needs you here.
If anyone saw you like this, he wonders — would they get the wrong idea?
A young, pretty woman sleeping in his bed every single night. because that’s what its become now. every night.
he doesn’t care about any of it when your soft breathing lulls him to sleep so easily.
〇△□
Gihun had been out all day, waiting for his ‘employees’ to send him anything, any sign of the salesman.
You’d helped out too this time. You always wanted to show your appreciation to him, for housing you and giving you basically anything you want. Not to mention indirectly helping you get your revenge.
For some reason it irritates him when you’re so kind. When you want to help. Sometimes he wishes you were more selfish. That you just use him. He doesn’t deserve all that kindness. not anymore.
The first time he met you, it was raining.
There you were in all your glory, a stranger standing at his doorstep, demanding that he let you inside. He remembers your soft white scarf and the old umbrella you were grasping in your hands.
He only caved when you mentioned the games.
He had heard your brothers number being announced over the speakers. He had recognised the mans face when you showed him a picture. It made it all feel too real. All of them had family like you. Waiting to hear from them, worrying about them.
He needed to repay you somehow. You had lived with your brother before he died. It was the least he could do, letting you stay.
It had nearly been a year. His nonstop searching amounting to absolutely nothing. He sighed deeply, dropping his head against the car seat.
The feeling of hopelessness sets over him like a dark cloud. He feels the familiar churning in his stomach that he used to get when he was afraid to die. More people will lose their lives in the games. And there’s nothing he can do. His breathing becomes heavier as he tries to calm himself down.
Gihun never used to get angry like this. But now he was furious. His frustration manifested in his stomach, his throat. He held back his tears, groaning to himself. pathetic. He only had himself to blame. He needed to forget everything. Do something.
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He drags his worn out body up the stairs to his room, rubbing his tired eyes. Its silent inside the motel. you must be asleep.
A young couple argues outside. A police siren is blaring, just close enough that he hears it for a couple of minutes before it eventually fades away and leaves him with his thoughts.
He sits on his bed and the dam breaks.
He hasn’t really cried since he found his mom, laying so quietly on the floor when he came back from the games. maybe if he’d stayed, she would still be here. The thought makes him let out a quiet sob.
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You’re there within a few minutes, having heard his soft cries from your room. At first you stand there a little awkwardly. You push a strand of hair behind your ear. You’ve never really been the best at comforting people.
He’s completely out of it. Like he’s barely grasping on to reality. You make him sit against the headboard, caressing his hair. Its thick between your fingers. Light from the city outside seep through the window and land on his locks, making it look a little blue. You realize its kind of hard to comfort a grown man. what are you supposed to say?
his chest moves up and down rapidly, little droplets of tears run down his face. you shush him. “its okay…im here.”
His sobs die down after a while. He’s squeezing your hand in his. he rises the other one up to cup your cheek. He keeps it there, his breathing slowing down.
“sorry.”
“don’t apologise Mr. Seong.”
“you shouldn’t worry…” he starts. The tears burn in his throat. He doesn’t want to cry again.
“you…i don’t…” little hiccups come out between words.
You’re not sure what hes trying to say. But you lean over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. His hair is messy, his cheeks are flushed and wet with tears. He sits up, pulling you closer by your waist so you sit between his legs.
You feel horrible for thinking it, now that he feels so awful but—
He’s really pretty when he cries.
you’ve always thought that he was attractive. But seeing him up close like this is different. His hair is cut short but his beard has been growing out, decorating his chin and upper lip. it suits him you think.
He looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him from going insane.
“i don’t deserve...you don’t have to-“
“Gihun.”
a shaky sigh leaves his mouth, you almost never called him by his first name. It sounds so pretty coming from you.
“you know that i don’t blame you…right?” you speak, pressing your lips together.
“you could’ve killed him yourself and i wouldn’t have blamed you.”
“you had no choice...” you swipe your thumb under his eye, wiping away the the little droplets that sit there. You feel his stubble against your hands as you hold his face.
“there was nothing you could’ve done to save them.”
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Little trickles of light land on his face as his eyes flutter open. Its early and nothing can be heard other than a car in the distance. He almost frantically reaches for his clock to check the time. Gihun’s eyes are sore, and his mind replays what happened last night.
Only then does he notice you laying there, pressed up against him. His arm is around your middle and he feels your stomach expand a little every time you take a deep breath. you’re so precious, his heart clenches.
he doesn’t know how long he lays there just staring at you.
Eventually you stir, sighing softly. You turn around in his arms, smiling sleepily when you notice him.
something sick burns in his chest. He’s been able to withstand it for this long, his weird little obsession with you.
you move impossibly closer to him, resting your forehead against his. After a long minute, you break the unspoken rule between you.
Your lips feel soft and damp on his. Its just a little peck. But it makes his head spin, loosing all other thoughts that occupied his mind. You’ll be the death of him. he’s sure of it.
“this is inappropriate.” he mumbles, looking away. Despite his words, he stays right where he is, not moving an inch away from you.
“you’re so handsome.” you say absentmindedly, slowly blinking your eyes at him.
you’re being so fucking cruel. And you dont even realize it. Or maybe you do.
“sweetheart..” he breathes, “you have to stop…i can’t.”
“can’t what?”
Cant control himself, he wants to say. But he just sits upright in bed, ignoring your question.
“m’sorry...didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” you turn away, pouting a little.
“it didn’t make me uncomfortable.” he mumbles and stands up, throwing on his clothes.
〇△□
Gi-hun watches the city, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. His phone buzzes as it rings and he glances at the screen.
Kim Jeong-rae. His heartbeat quickens.
when he picks up he rambles, his shouting desperate and almost incoherent.
they found him.
At some point in his chase, Gi-hun looses contact with Kim and Choi. He hisses in frustration. He’s right there, he has him now. He cannot let him get away.
〇△□
The pink sign flicker on and off in the dark. Gi-hun swore he hadn’t turned it on today. He had known he was chasing him down. Maybe now he wanted to be found.
Anxiety builds in his gut as he realises you might be there. in the motel. with him.
He runs up the stairs, adrenaline pumping in his veins. He’ll kill him. He’ll fucking kill him if he touched you.
He throws open the door to his bedroom and he stops in his tracks when he sees you.
You’re sitting with your back turned to him.
In front of you sits the salesman, a hole going through his skull and a pistol in his hand. Blood is splattered on the wall behind him. Gi-hun stares at the mess with wide eyes.
you turn around in your chair. Your face is surprisingly calm. Though your hands are shaking a little. You must be in shock.
He sits down, levelling with you. He wants to reach out and touch you. he doesn’t.
“im so…im so sorry,” he starts “i should’ve called i should’ve…” his breath shakes “what happened? are you okay? did he touch you?” He looks you over frantically, searching for a bruise or a cut somewhere.
“we were just playing a game.” you mumble, swallowing.
〇△□
Your stomach feels empty.
You sit next to each other on his bed. Your hands touching slightly. The salesmans blood stains decorate his wall even after Gihun had tried rubbing it off several times.
He had been working on what to do next. His newfound ally, the young cop and his crew of trained killers ready at his command. Everything was ready now. He was ready.
“if anything happens to me…” he swallows.
“don’t say that.” you mumble.
“If…anything happens…you get the motel, if you want it.”
He squeezes your hand.
“And Jun-ho will make sure you’re safe.”
“shut up…”
he looks at you with a confused expression.
“im a grown woman, i can take care of myself.” you spit, “and you…you won’t even let me help..why.”
he nods, “its…complicated.”
you want to roll your eyes but your heart hurts too much to try and be anything but sad and defeated.
He cups your cheek, making you look at him. The light from the city outside makes little sparkles in his dark eyes. He swipes his thumb across your skin.
“i’ll miss you,” he says, “i’ll try to make it back alive.”
His lips feel soft on yours when he kisses you, and they linger there a little.
“inappropriate huh?” you say, an annoyed expression on your face.
He moves you to sit on his lap.
His eyes are closed. He leans his forehead against yours, breathing softly. Your body feels so good pressed against him like this. He wants to tell you how much he appreciates you being here. how lucky he feels to have met you. How much he wished it was under other circumstances then whatever the fuck you two had going on. You press a short kiss to his lips again and he makes a decision without thinking.
His frame hides yours under him when he lays you down on his sheets.
Your hands lay above your head. His arms caging you in between them as he holds himself up. He leans down, ghosting his lips against yours.
you whine softly at the contact and he looses his fucking mind.
he kisses you roughly. it’s sloppy and wet and uncoordinated. A line of drool runs down your cheek as Gi-hun licks into your mouth like his life depends on it. A firm hand cups your jaw, guiding you against him. His other hand is dancing along your ribs over your thin sleep shirt.
you pull at his hair and he groans into your mouth. No longer able to resist grinding his hips against yours. The hardness in his pants rubs against you and you moan.
He pulls away and he looks at you with an almost pleading expression.
“you’re so beautiful….” he says, rubbing a thumb across your cheek. “is this okay? do you want me to stop?” His voice comes out breathless and needy.
“no.” you smile, peppering little kisses along his jaw.
You push him away and he sits up against the headboard again. You crawl into his lap.
“its uh…” he clears his throat. “its been a while since i’ve…”
“i dont care.”
he makes such pretty sounds when you start grinding your hips against his dick. He’s so sweet and shy, you think. Completely contradicting his usually cold and serious exterior. You wonder if he’d like it if you took control.
you pull off your shirt to reveal a white bra underneath. You whine softly as he gently cups one of your tits in his big hand.
You help him pull off his shirt and his pants, simultaneously pulling off your own.
“please don’t die tomorrow.”
He’s under you wearing only his boxers. you hover over him, you’re gonna make him wait.
“promise me you won’t.”
You sit on his thigh, grinding your clothed pussy over it. The fabric of your panties is wet against him and he whines.
“or i’ll leave you to fist your cock on your own.”
such vulgar words coming out of your pretty little mouth he thinks.
“tease.” he pouts. He’s so cute you almost give up and let him have you right there.
you place your hand on his jaw.
“promise me.”
he sighs.
“i promise ill try my best.”
good enough.
〇△□
he groans softly as he sheathes himself inside you. You’re face to face with him, sitting on his lap. You fall forward as you whimper, your forehead landing against his. He feels so good, but it stings. You still haven’t gotten used to him yet. Gi-hun looks as if he’s going to die.
“please…fuck — ride me.”
You can’t say no to him. His puppy dog eyes staring right into yours. He humps his cock up into you from underneath, letting out a shaky breath. His hands tighten around your waist.
Your pace on top of him is slow, almost torturous. He pants against your lips as you trace yours over them. you stick your tongue out to lick over his bottom lip, before he smashes his open mouth on yours.
something in him changes then, his hands grabbing under your thighs and lifting you off the bed as he stands up. He lays you down carefully at the edge of the bed. You look at him with big confused eyes until he gets on his knees. It all happens so fast.
he licks a long stripe up your cunt, his soft tongue twitching a little against you. You whine loudly and he groans into you, grabbing hold of your waist.
“so sweet…my sweet girl.” he mumbles dreamily.
You moan his name over and over as he licks and drools all over your cunt.
Your back arches off the sheets when you cum, fingers pulling at his soft hair. He doesn’t stop eating away at your pussy until you have to pull him off.
Your wetness drips down his chin, his lower face covered in your juices. He looks drunk out of his mind, panting like a dog.
He climbs on top of you, cradling you in his arms and moving you to the middle of his bed. You wipe a drop of sweat off his forehead.
“do you know…how many times ive…” he stops, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.
“i touched myself thinking about…doing that.” He feels like a dirty old man, saying it out loud. But the way your eyes are only filled with adoration makes him less embarrassed.
Maybe he’s always been like this. Shameless, a pervert, a murderer, a bad person. The kind of man who would indulge himself in a young, innocent girl like you.
“don’t do it…you’re not that kind of person.”
He’s not all bad. He isn’t.
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idek what this is but here you guys go ayeeee.
i made reader the one who played the game w recruiter bc why not!!!
anyways there’s wayyy too little works about Gihun you guys need to lock in.
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