Just after lunch time on 2 January, 1935, a young man entered the Hotel President in Kansas City, Missouri. He had no luggage and asked if he could have a room for the night. He signed his name as “Roland T. Owen” was given the key for room 1046. Shortly afterwards, the maid arrived to clean the room. As she opened the door, she found the man sitting on the bed in the dark. Even though it was still light outside, he had tightly drawn the blind. She recalled that the man seemed somewhat afraid or nervous. As she was cleaning, he put on his coat and left the room, asking her to leave the door unlocked because he was expecting a friend to arrive later on. At approximately 4PM, the maid arrived at room 1046 to leave fresh towels for the evening. The man was lying on the bed with a note beside him which read: “Don, I will be back in fifteen minutes. Wait.”
The following morning, the maid arrived once again to clean the room. Once again, she found the man sitting in the dark. As she cleaned around him, he took a call from “Don” and told him he wasn’t going to get any breakfast. Before she left, he began to question her about her role within the hotel and what duties she was to carry out. When she returned later on in the afternoon with more fresh towels, an unidentified male grunted that they didn’t need any. Later on in the afternoon, another guest reported hearing a woman’s voice coming from room 1046 and relayed that she sounded angry. At around 11pm that night, a man driving downtown saw a man running down the street in pants and a shirt - strange clothing choice for the brisk winter air, he though. The man asked the driver, who he initially mistook as a taxi driver, if he could give them a lift to somewhere that he could flag down a taxi. He noted that the oddly dressed man had a large wound on his arm and looked in a bad shape.
Back at the Hotel President the next morning, it was noticed that the phone in room 1046 was left off the hook. A bellboy was sent up to inform the guest. When nobody answered, he used a master key to enter the room. At first glance, he saw blood smeared over the walls and over the floor. In the bathroom, “Roland T. Owen” was on his knees with rope tied around his neck and wrists. He had been repeatedly stabbed and bludgeoned across the head. Still clinging to life, he said he had “fell against the bathtub.” He died later on that night. An investigation of the room turned up nothing. Not one piece of clothing could be found nor any complimentary hygiene products or towels. It was soon discovered that the man had given a fake name, thus his body was displayed at a local funeral home in the hopes that somebody could recognise him. The man who had picked up the bewildered hitchhiker the night before recognised him immediately. Multiple people from separate establishments, including other hotels and even a wrestling arena, came forward to identify him. However, each person that identified him said that he gave a different name.
As the weeks passed, the man remained unidentified, even though many could identify him by appearance. He was intended to be buried in the city’s cemetery for the unidentified but as locals caught wind of this, police received an anonymous letter from somebody who asked them to hold the burial off until they would be able to forward a hefty amount for a decent burial and funeral. Days later, the money came in and he was buried in Memorial Park Cemetery. A local florist also received an anonymous donation for a bouquet of flowers that were signed off with “Love Forever - Louise.” Other than a couple of investigators working on the case, nobody attended the funeral.
The case remained cold until 1936, when Eleanor Ogletree read about the murder in a magazine. She believed the description of the man sounded like her brother, 17-year-old Artemus Ogletree, who had been missing since 1934. The family had assumed he was okay because in spring of 1935 - months after “Roland T. Owen” died - they had received several typewritten letters from Artemus, claiming he was sailing to Europe. The family were initially suspicious of these letters because Artemus couldn’t type. A few months after these letters, they received a phone call from a man who told them that Artemus had saved his life in Egypt and that he was happily married to a woman he had met in his travels.
The Ogletree family were shown a photo of the murder victim. It was Artemus, they unfortunately confirmed. His identification led to even more questions. Why had he used so many fake names? Who was the woman in his room? Who was Don? What happened to him the evening he was picked up by the driver, looking dishevelled? Who paid for his funeral? Who was Louise? Who sent the letters to his family? And finally, who killed him and why?
IMO, part of the genius of Hannibal as a series on network TV: You didn’t get the bad language. You didn’t get blatant nudity. It wasn’t like the movies. Or what HBO or Showtime would have done with the concept. Everything is so calm, so calculated, so polite. Which ends up making it scarier and weirder.
Reminds me of that point my drama teacher said about old Hollywood movies under the Hayes code:
“They were censored, They couldn’t say the ‘F’ word. You couldn’t even show a man and woman in a bed together. So they resorted to other, sneakier and more intelligent ways to get to the viewer.”
Ultimately, I think Hannibal being on network TV was a good thing.
I don’t think that show would have worked with everyone swearing and cursing all the time. Which would have happened on cable.
I think my favorite thing about Jim and Spock is that they love each other for their differences just as much as for their similarities? Like, Spock is enamored by Jim’s humanity– his easy smiles and his compassion and his pure goddamned determination. And Jim is enamored by how Vulcan Spock is– his overwhelming intelligence, his ingenuity and the very very very subtle cues of very very subtle emotion. And Spock would be so proud of himself for drawing out Jim’s smiles and Jim would be so proud of himself for figuring out Spock’s own special language, and through each other they would learn to value the things in themselves that they didn’t even know were valuable?
The crew are all lined up, and the on-set cameraman sends me and a Polaroid camera up on to a teeteringly high platform in order to get a good aerial view of everyone. The person I cannot help honing in on, of course, is Visnjic, who is actually far more attractive in the flesh than he is on screen, his pitch-black hair falling seductively over his forehead and an unlit cigarette casually slotted between his fingers. After I have taken a few pictures, everyone heads for the food tent.
I, meanwhile, just stand there dithering about how I am going to get down. But before I know it, the tousled-headed figure of Visnjic is there by my ankles, and looking up at me from below he wordlessly grabs hold of me and lifts me down to safety. It is one of the most embarrassing, yet romantic, things that has ever happened to me.
Sweet Play.Listen. Imagine Hyunwoo calling you princess and smiling at you while he stirs something in the kitchen or giving you a back hug while you’re working on something… Him just laying his head in your lap with a soft groan and looking up at you reading on your phone. You’re welcome. Those little Sweet interactions would make him so happy. In those moments he’d know you were his and he’d most likely want to let you know that as well.
Dominance. Hyunwoo is one dominant motherfucker. He’d get off on using his delicious muscles to hold your hands above your head as he pushes into you. Or if you’re in the kitchen making something and then he just comes in and bear hugs you before pulling you back into the other room. You’d be all “Hyunwoo, I’m making something~” And he’d say. “Not anymore.” And then y'all are getting sexy and I live for this shit.
Room Play. Hotel. Bathroom. Living room. Kitchen. Sofa. Bedroom. Hallway. Where do you want it, baby girl? Hyunwoo willfuck you within every square inch of the house, rest assured doll face. He’d love the idea of having you in every room. It may even become a little bit like a game for him and then it won’t just be the house. I could see Hyunwoo wanting to have you everywhere so that no matter where he was he had something to think about. You. Naked. Moaning. Onto his honey shoulders. Your nails. On his back. And arms. I’ll go to hell now, don’t worry I know the way.
Teasing. Not even like traditional teasing! Okay. Hoseok would like those little hints way too much. Like when you’re real needy and want him to touch you but you don’t know how to say it. He’d fucking love those times where your all red and trying to tell him what you want him to do. “What was that, baby?” He’d ask with a smile as you got more and more frustrated. If you snapped and just pushed him down he’d chuckle darkly and say “Okay okay..” before flipping you and giving you just what you wanted.
Orgasm Delay. Not necessarily denial. Just taking you to the limit of your orgasm before letting you go. Hoseok would use his lips his tongue his fingers, even toys. You know he is one adventurous man in the bed! He’d like the knowledge that he was able to get you there like that and the image of you shaking around and under him would do so much to him. You’d probably bite him out of frustration and he’d groan the sexiest groan you’d ever hear.
Voyeurism. Yea. This one is for sure into this shit. If Hoseok had a tape of you. With your sounds, have faith that it is the most watched thing on his phone. Hoseok would love the memories of what you two had done together but if he could see it, and relive it he’d love that even more. It doesn’t have to be a sexy tape though, Hoseok would love for you to send him dirty texts or nudes. He’d have a folder on his phone filled with all the pics and vids of you called Wifey.
Possession. You belong to Minhyuk and he’d want everyone to know that, in any why possible. Be it through holding hands, little kisses, you siting in his lap or even jealousy sex. I could really see him overstimulating you until you were screaming at you were his and only his. He wouldn’t do it to torment you, Minhyuk would never want to hurt you. He just wants to know that you only think of him and no matter who else looks at you, your eyes are on him.
Little Kisses. Little kisses would be Minhyuks shit! That little peck in front of the door that leaves you both exhaling just after. Or the short sweet ones before bed, even in the middle of the night when you roll over and he lazily presses his lips on yours before you adjust on the pillow. But just like every other little kiss. One just isn’t enough for him. Something would grow inside of him when you kissed him quickly it would always make him crave more, and if he couldn’t put you against the wall because he had to go to work or something he would think about that short kiss all day until he could get back to you. Minhyuks lips would say everything as he pressed them against yours and you’d feel every second that he had thought of you.
Lip Biting. Bite your lip in front of Minhyuk. Do it. Do it and see what happens. I’ll tell you just so you can picture it. You’d be trying to put something together or play a game on your phone and your lip would curl before you pulled it in for a proper gnawing. When you look up, Minhyuk will be playing with his own lip and there will be something behind his eyes. Something tasty. He would not, could not, never will be able to keep his lips off of yours. I could see him saying things like “You know what that does to me, Y/N.” or “Are trying to tease me, baby?” ?!?!MY FEELS!?! He would say these things and not be able to help his impulse as he closed whatever distance was between you two.
Daddy. This may come off a bit strange to some of you but as Daddy as Jooheon is, he’s not gonna want you to call him Daddy. Jooheon likes his name a lot and is gonna want that to come from your lips while he touches you. What Jooheon wants is that Daddy lifestyle. Calling you Kitten, punishing you, putting you down for bed, bathing you, reading you the new lyrics while you lay in his lap in a Babydoll and kitten ears. He’d get off on that shit so hard but Jooheon knows that HyunwooisDaddy and you don’t want him thinking about Hyunwoo when he’s with you.
Watching You. Nothing weird. Just like, if you were getting ready for bed or maybe you just came out of the shower? If the door wasn’t all the way closed and Jooheon could peek in and watch you get dressed or undressed. He’d fucking love it! Or if you were fixing up a snack in the kitchen and he was just siting at the bar watching your figure sway to the music that he made. Looking at you in his arms while you breathe on his arm. Jooheon would like the moments where he could just watch you. You are his and he can look at you whenever he wants, that would get into his head. Jooheon would love to find different ways to show you how perfect you were for each other.
Touch. Contact is very important for Jooheon. Even if it’s something little like when one of his members are talking to you and he slips his hand onto your waist while he asks what you’re talking about. Or rolling over in the middle of the night just to hold you again. It’s sweet but it’s also fucking hot. I mean think about Jooheon not being able to handle when he wasn’t touching you in some way and what that means when he comes back from tour. akfgafg
Cold Play. Imagine Kihyun with an ice cube in his mouth or hand and he’s just running it over your body all slow and your shaking for so many reasons under him or most like over him because I can see him loving to trail your body with ice as you ride or grind on him. I could see Kihyun reaching into the freezer while his eyes watch you with hunger and then he has the ice and pulls you away from the counter to lay you back onto the island. The ice in between his teeth while he pulls your clothes off and there’s just nothing you want to do to stop him.
Grinding. Kihyun would love to watch you grind on him. Especially if he’s sitting up. This position could really let his hands roam around your body and he’d love that so much. He’d hiss though his teeth as his hand slowly pushed up your stomach to your chest while you rocked yourself closer and closer to release.
Surprises. Kihyun would love you surprising him with your sexuality. Like if you had a student kink and dressed up for the part or if you woke him up and immediately put him and yourself into another position. He’d love the constant thought of not knowing when you would surprise him with one of your kinks. So if you want to cuff him, do it baby. He’ll wake with a smile at the restraints and await your fantasy.
Lips. Aside from Hyungwon being the freaking king of lips he’d really enjoy the feeling of your smaller ones pressed against his. I don’t mean like little pecks either. When you too are sexing each other it’ll be half sexy time and half make out session. Whenever he can press his lips on yours he willand you will love it! and don’t think that this kink of his means that your position play is limited. Not at all. He’s real tall and could twist just enough so that he can groan onto your lips.
Holding. Hyungwon is the type of guy to put your hand in his pocket when you guys go on walks. He’s also the type to hold you while watching a movie and definitely while you guys talk about your days at night in bed. He does these things because he loves you and holding you will remind him that you are his and he is yours. That would be a huge turn on for Hyungwon. The fact that you are his and he can touch you and no one else can.
Moans. Getting away from that sugar shit, Hyungwon will go cray for your sounds. Anything that tells him he’s doing a good job. He’ll smirk at your sounds as he repeats the motion that gifted it to him. He’d love to watch your face as you started getting louder. “You like this, Y/N?” he’ll ask, loving the fact that he already knew the answer. Hyungwon is not the type to backtrack within pleasure though. Through the entire thing the amount that you shake will only grow until you finally come. So if you feel like your body is going crazy as he stretches you out with his perfect digits, wait till he gets inside you.
Rough Sex. Changkyun would love to go hard and fast. His groans and grunts Jesus help me with this kids sounds would be getting louder and sharper and if you were loud. Girll~~ Changkyun would love the thought of making you scream. In every language you know, hit them all up. You screaming for him as he takes you at his favorite speed would be heaven to this Maknae.
Thigh Riding. We probably already knew this, but I have to bring this one up. Changkyun would love just how vulnerable you looked when you ride his legs. Especially if he’s busying himself with a phone call or lyric sheets. Your soft moans that you push into his neck and shoulder would really give him a hard time but he’d love the power he had in this situation.
Blow Jobs. The image of your hands on his shirt as you slowly go down onto your knees in front of him would have Changkyun groaning softly with need. He’d love the feeling of your mouth and your throat and even more than that, he’d live for the sounds of your little whines as he pulled your hair or thrusted into you. Don’t expect an apology either. He’d groan as you gaged around him with his hand in your hair and he’d softly pet your locks down as you started on him again. He wouldn’t want it to go too slowly but expect Changkyun to want to enjoy himself a bit. I also really see him using the images and memories of you sucking and petting him as a masturbatory favorite. When he’s in the hotel late at night and can’t sleep. That’s how he’ll think of you.