#nakatomi hotel

[jeandejard3n]

Die Hard: Nakatomi Plaza

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 22: shivering certainty

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity, @smilingformoney

warnings: swearing, mention of death, hans fakes his death

A chill went down my spine as I stood next to the get away car. The boys would be piling into the ambulance by now but all time had stopped as I watched someone fall from the top of the building. My eyes were trained on the body, watching as it landed. Shaking, I climbed into the car and started it up. I dialed the phone as I drove, being careful to stay away from police cars and blockades.

“pick up. Pick up dammit.” I muttered as the phone continued to ring. Hanging up in frustration I tried again. “Hans you fucking ass. Pick up the damn phone. Prove to me it isn’t you. Prove it isn’t you who took a dive.” The ringing continued in my ear as I refused to hang up a second time. “Son of a bitch!” I screamed as I pulled over in front of a hotel. It wasn’t the rendezvous point but I needed a second. I slammed the phone down as tears fell down my cheeks. The radio kicked in as I laid my head on the wheel.

“The hostage situation at nakatomi plaza has finally ended. Police confirmed that the man who fell from the 30th floor was in fact the leader of the situation, Hans Gruber. It is reported that he died from injuries sustained in the fall. Also found dead were a large number of terrorists as well as one of the hostages. Another hostage has reportedly gone into premature labor due to stress she experienced throughout the night. One member of the terrorist group was taken into custody in the parking garage.” The reporter said as I lifted my head.

“Theo.” I whispered, fresh tears streaming down my face. Wiping them away with the back of my hand, I threw the car back into drive and took off down the highway. I passed by nakatomi plaza and saw them loading stretchers covered with sheets into the back of an ambulance. I bit my lip to stop from crying again as I continued to the rendezvous point. There wasn’t any point in going there now but if Theo was in custody, I had to grab the go bags. If there were police there I could keep driving until I reached the final point. I sighed as I noticed a large police presence at the motel we’d picked. Theo hadn’t wasted any time talking. Picking up the phone, I dialed the only other number I had memorized.

“Hans?” My breath hitched as Simon answered the phone.

“sorry Simon.” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Hans…uh Hans didn’t…”

“shit.” Simon cursed. “Get to the airfield. We’re taking off as soon as you get here.”

“copy.” I said before hanging up. I floored it and made it to the hanger in record time. Slamming on the breaks, the tires squealed as I stopped next to the plane. I got out and grabbed what I could from the car. “Simon! A little help!” I yelled. Simon appeared in the doorway and ran down to grab the rest of the bags.

“but them in the cabin. They’ll never check there should we get stopped.” I nodded as I climbed into the plane. I tossed the bags into the passenger seat before turning around and freezing.

“hello darling.” Hans said, smiling before taking a drink. I blinked at him. “Miss me?”

“Hans? You…but you…fell…” I stammered. “Thirty stories…” Hans came over and hugged me.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” He pressed a kiss to my head. Simon climbed in as Hans led me to a seat.

“you didn’t tell them?” Simon grumbled as he readied the plane for take off. Hans shrugged with a smirk. “Dumbass.”

“And ruin the surprise?” He teased. “Just get us out of here safely baby brother. We have some catching up to do.” Hans said as he led me to the bed in the back of the plane, kissing my head softly as I tried to wrap my head around everything.

“but you died.” I stuttered, looking at Hans. He kissed me softly before gently pushing me on the bed.

“I know darling. It was a decoy.” He soothed, caging me in with another kiss. “Let me prove it to you.” I nodded as I laid back, letting hans climb on top of me as he proved he survived.

[fluffyfaza]

Home Alone 2

I would also be happy to throw the villains of the Nakatomi Tower, and not only from it. But today I'm going to be "Fluffy Die Hard"

For me, the New Year and Christmas movie is "Home Alone"

Anderii @anderii, I "moved" us to the end of the plot of the second part of this film. No, not where the hotel bill arrives. A little earlier I think there is no need to describe this episode.

[popcornforone]

The Winners Circle

A Dieter Bravo Fan Fic

This was in draft form a while, not completed. I’ve always wanted to write Dieter during award season & with Pedro being nominated so much this year it was fitting. Also a huge shout out to @salgal78 she said ahhh I have an idea for a fic for you to write or incorporate & part of it appears in this so thanks my love.

Synopsis: It’s the TV BAFTAS & both you & Dieter are up for awards. Everyone thinks you’re just friends, let’s see if you can convince everyone that’s still the case & not something more.

Word Count: 5800

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV (passionate & kinda getting near rough) sex, oral male receiving, established relationship, cream pie, swearing, alcohol, mentions of party & Dieters previous life style, previously friends to lovers, secret relationships, teasing. Public sex, bribery.

Thanks as always for the read peoples it’s really appreciated. All feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy.

Your silver heels sit in the corner of the hotel bathroom ready to head to the BAFTA’s. Tonight you are certain will be your night. You are up technically for 5 awards.

Best comedy show

Tv moment of the year

Best comedy actor (twice for your co stars)

& best comedy actress for you

You & your long time writing parter & first love came from nothing & wrote a hit sketch comedy show which has now reached its natural conclusion. You are both finally getting recognition for this & tonight as you walk the red carpet at the Baftas you will be validated. You strap your heels on & make sure your purple dress shimmers & makes you look fantastic. You leave the bathroom of the suite & see your husband sorting out his purple tie in the mirror. His eyes catch you in the reflection, & the (for once) smart Dieter Bravo turns around. His lips part as he sees you.

“Bloody hell” he says looking you up & down. “What happened to my wife & the comfortable leggins & hoddies she wears?”

“Oooh she’s here baby, don’t worry” you walk up to him & sort out his cufflinks for him. His pocket square as well matches the material on your dress. He is also up for two BAFTAS . For best performance In an international tv show & also for tv moment of the year. His death in the crime drama he was in last year got rave reviews & became an instant meme. It’s almost as iconic as Hans Gruber falling from the nakatomi plaza. “You do need to remember though Dieter, that no one even knows we are dating & just assumes we are friends” after confessing your mutual feelings for each other a few weeks ago, you decided not to waste any time & got married 8 weeks later. Only your immediate families & 2 friends each in attendance for the most romantic evening of your lives. You are meant to actually right now be on your honeymoon, but when you both got your award nominations 3 day’s before your nuptials, you postponed it by a few days.

“I will baby, don’t worry, remember I’m good at keeping these kinda secrets” he says with a wink & gets his phone out to take a selfie of you both before you head off to the BAFTAS. separate cars are coming to get you, as you are travelling with the people from your show who are in the rest of the rooms on this floor.

“I know you are, I mean people have seen us on the red carpet together before as friends…” you look longingly into his big brown eyes & this scruffy hair which you insisted he kept for tonight. It means if you can sneak a few minutes with him & you run your hands through it, it won’t look like you have done that. You do also prefer him scruffy. “But your mine now baby”

“& so are you my wife” he kisses you.

“I’m never going to get tired of hearing that husband”

“& I’ll never stop saying it” he smiles back. Click goes his camera as you both hold each other & take a romantic selfie. For your eyes only.

*

“To the left”

“Looking fabulous”

“Smile”

“How does it feel to be the toast of the awards?”

This is the craziest red carpet you’ve ever been on. There have been some properly famous people walk this in front of you tonight. But you seem to be the person everyone wants to talk to, have a selfie with, be interviewed by. It’s suddenly dawned on you that tonight will change your life. You are being taken seriously & as you pose you get more comfortable & confident in yourself.

“Dieter” a member of the press shouts. Because you’ve been doing so much fan service, interviews & stuff with your colleagues on your show, Dieter has now caught you up on the red carpet. “Pose with her” is shouted & that’s all it takes. Dieter stops his solo geeky pose he’s famous for & because you’ve always posed at events together, it’s not weird to anyone when he pulls you in close around the waist.

“Smile baby” he says as he kisses your hand & smoulders to you & then turns to the world’s photographers.

“I always smile Dieter” you beam at the press. Your hand is squeezing his bum, the cheek nearest to you. He winks at you & leans into your ear.

“Keep doing that…” he whispers seductively “… & you’ll remember tonight for more than the accolades you receive”

“Dieter” you say loudly in shock & suddenly realise people heard you outloud. “Oooh you know how he gets” you play it off & Dieter rolls his eyes. The press know Dieter is know for his slightly risky comments, that’s why he’s celebrity gold for the tabloids. He plays up to his perceived image, but that was just for your ears.

You continue to work the red carpet & eventually make your way into the auditorium & are handed a complimentary glass of champagne & then someone comes to take Dieter to his seat. You knew you weren’t sitting together but right now you wish he was sitting next to you for today. He wasn’t given a plus one & you gave yours to another member of your cast so they could come to this as well.

“Good luck beautiful” he kisses your cheek & is walked into the theatre. It’s only when you walk in that you realise how near the front you & your show are. You also see Dieter sitting about 8 rows back talking to an usher. You sit down next to your Co writer & ex Ciaran.

“So what are you predicting?” He says.

“Two, comedy show & best actor for either you or Pete” you reply.

“Ha” his wife Jess says “you’re always so modest, we all know full well you’re gonna pick up best comedy actress. If you don’t we all boycott the BAFTAs going forward”

“Jess!” You exclaim “you can’t say that while we are actually at the BAFTAs” you tut & roll your eyes & then you & Ciaran say the exact same thing in unisons. “Wait til we’ve at least won one bloody thing” the whole group of you laugh. It’s one of the lines from the show when you talk to others about how inappropriate they are but to do it once that person has left of the thing is over. If you get no other wins tonight this has all made you have a collective laugh.

*

“To present our first award…” the host goes on, you haven’t checked the program to see what order things are in, you were going to do that during the first award, but then you stop & put the list down & applaud as the words”… Dieter Bravo” are said. The room cheers. Obviously to you & your colleagues & friends they knew he was going to be here, they know your a couple probably the only people in the room that do, but the rest of the room is really enthusiastic too. It’s always good when a big megastar turns up for uk award shows. Out he walks in his charcoal suit, pocket square & tie that highlights the outfit, & he’s got his glasses on. That’s your man right there. He’s yours & you wish he was now sitting next to you to keep you calm tonight.

“Comedy is all about timing, something that’s not my strongest attribute, just ask my friends & how I almost didn’t get to my limo in time.”

“Well we’re a shoe in…”Ciaran whispers to you.

“What?”

“The opening award is for comedy show, Dieters presenting, the world knows your friends, they are doing this for a nice little on stage reunion” Your eyes pop open.

“Ooooh fuck” your hand trembles & Ciaran grabs it like he used to when you were a couple but it doesn’t calm you as it shakes anymore. Proving you work better as writers & friends.

“Breathe, it will be okay” Jess whispers, she has known you both long enough to know that there’s nothing going on between you.

After the little highlight package Dieter announces your tv show the winner & you all cheer & slowly make your way up to the stage. You’ve already made the group decision that the two people who will do this acceptance speech will be Ciaran (because you & Ciarán both know Pete is winning comedy actor) & James the next person with the most input. They all are congratulated by Dieter as they go up to the stage & you are last, & you hug him in a friendly way. You then with the other 4 cast members step back & let James & Ciaran talk& accept the award. You slowly feel Dieters hand go around your waist. You’re still listening to what your friends have to say, but you are suddenly much calmer now that you’re next to your husband.

“Congrats baby” he whispers “my little bafta winner”

“Thanks Dieter, the night is still young.” You’re trying to be professional but the way he just poked his glasses back up his nose has got you desiring him. You then slowly leave Dieters side & quickly leap into the microphone to do one last thank you.

“I know it’s a long night so I’ll be quick but I just want to say James & Ciaran are the reason we are here winning this, because let’s be honest they make us all look funny & you were never going to thank yourselves we’re you.” The room erupts into chuckles & you all leave the stage to do a few small interviews with the press back stage, before returning to watch the awards.

*

As you predicted earlier Pete wins best comedy actor. His performance as Grumpy Grandpa is going to be remembered long after any of you are relevant anymore. It is harsh on Ciaran & his characters he created. He is the better performer but Grumpy Grandpa is marvellous, mainly because of the way you & Ciaran wrote it. You sit there as the nominees for comedy actress are read out. You hate being recognised, you’re bad at self praise, but this was always a definite nomination as you missed out on a supporting actress bafta for something else last year because it didn’t meet the bbfc guide lines for international work. This year that rules has now been changed due to people protesting towards Bafta.

“& the bafta goes to…” says Nathan who is a tv show judge & currently flavour of the month looks wise in the British press.

He says your name.

You freeze.

You thought this might happen. But that still doesn’t mean it’s a shock to the system to hear your name be read out loud. The room erupts in noise & cheers & you sit there as Ciaran hugs you.

“Oh my fucking god” the room is filled with noise & people congratulating you but it’s all silent as your head trys to process what has just happened. You have a solo bafta. The room is a blur as you make your way to the steps to go & accept the award. But as you reach the stage & Nathan comes to hug you, you just catch a sight out the corner of your eye. Dieter is wiping a tear away a few rows further back. He’s standing up & applauding like everyone else but his eyes are glazed. He’s proud. He’s proud of his wife.

You are brought to an even more surreal reality of winning by a hug from Nathan. He tall dark & handsome even more so in person, smells divine & he gives you a hug.

“Congratulations” he says his eyes dancing “finally” he says & he hands you the BAFTA. Your BAFTA. You don’t need to share this one. It’s just where you’re gonna put it. You almost drop it. It’s so heavy. It doesn’t look it but it really is a weight. You get to the podium & put it on the stand & take a deep breathe.

“Well ladies & gents,I can confirm that Nathan does smell as good as he looks” the room laughs. You’ve broken the ice at the start of your speech. You have a rough idea about who you need to thank but you’ve not written it down. You’re going to speak from the heart & then you properly begin.

“Thank you Bafta. This is incredible. As are my 4 other nominees in this category. It’s hard enough to be a woman in this world anyhow let alone showbiz, but comedy is the hardest job of all so I want to say thank you to my fellow nominees & the women who came before us for giving us this opportunity.” You point & look at the rest of the friends from the show.

“I need to thank my guys & gals from the show, mainly Ciaran for being an amazing writing partner for over a decade & to his amazing wife Jess who let him just after they got married to go spend 10 weeks in a room with his ex & trust us.”more people laugh. “I also want to thank my parents, my brother & his wife & all the friends from the beginning who let me tell them bad jokes for years you are always my inspiration & to my new friends that I have now I’m a big shot apparently” you do quotation marks as you say that. A member of the press who doesn’t write fairly about women when they are successful said that you’d soon be a big shot & it would be the end of your tv show. You’ve waited 3 years to own them back.

“I also want to thank the viewers for sharing our show over the years, you watching meant we could do wilder crazier things, so thanks for the support, but the person I really want to thank is whoever it is who’s listening me right now. Be it a girl a guy a they or an I. I never thought I’d be here, I have always been told nah not today or well try this or be this. I may have changed a little recently but I’m am most me in front of my lap top typing. I may now be a comedian & actress but I am a writer, & my dream was to be recognised for that. So whoever you are out there, keep striving for the dream, be it you want to be a doctor or you want to complete the ironing tonight you’ve got this & I believe in you.” The room applauds & you smile & then you raise your BAFTA in the air & finish your speech. “Thank you so much BAFTA & D I adore you” you make eye contact with Dieter as you say that. You always say to each other that you adore him in public instead of saying you love him & he does the same. It does mean I love you to each other though. The room gives you a standing ovation & you walk off back stage to speak to the press about your well deserved win.

*

That’s it for your shows win for the night & Dieter doesn’t win either but next comes the after party & dinner. You are nowhere near Dieter for dinner, but you can now text him & you make a point to walk past his table & he does the same to you. Dinner is finished & the party really gets going. A world famous dj is mcing & the music is banging. You’re stood there chatting to Nathan who presented your award earlier, your bafta has been taken to be engraved & will already be at your hotel room when you get there later. It’s been replaced with a glass of champagne.

“Sorry about the comment about how you smelt Nathan, but you always look phenomenal”

“I mean I do judge a beauty show, I have a reputation to live up to”

“As do I with my comedy & ad libs” you both laugh. “But you do smell good” you then smile. Nathan assumes it’s for him but it’s not. Dieter is walking your way behind Nathan with the other judge from Nathan’s Tv show.

“Ahhh Nathan I thought you should meet the rather Dashing Dieter Bravo, he’s interested in having a new suit” Violet says. Nathan turns & sees the look on Dieters face & looks him up & down every detail taken in. Nathan shakes his hand.

“I know me needing a suit? Ironic” Dieter giggles sipping his whiskey, trying to to keep smiling at you. Violet then interjects.

“& congratulations to you, lots of wins today, you created such a wonderful show… have you watched it Dieter?” He almost chokes on his whiskey. He came to set a few days before you were a couple to watch how your show is made. He knows all too well the effort you put into making it.

“Oooh yes I have, I love it, she’s very talented with her hands…” he lingers & then shouts”… at typing” he’s blushing & you just stand there smiling, knowing exactly what he meant.

“I’m sure she is” Nathan winks “Violet let’s go mingle & Dieter you can get my information & I’ll do you a suit fitting” Nathan then shakes his hand again & then hugs you goodbye “I’ll leave you & your other half alone” your face looks a bit shocked as you pull away & look at him. “His face, your eyes & the similar styles & colours on your outfit plus that new glistening ring, I’d say you want some alone time”

“Wow Nathan no one else has clocked”

“Well they are all idiots” & he leaves & Dieter smiles at you before putting his glass down & flinging his arms around you, lifting you up & spinning you around in the air. You do a small scream. People don’t take notice this is what Dieter does to all people, he’s friends with. When your back in your feet he whispers softly.

“Congratulations to my my little miss double bafta winner” he kisses your cheek & you wish you didn’t have to hide your relationship at the moment. You would love the world to know that you are Mrs Bravo.

“Thanks Dieter, sorry you didn’t win”

“Oh but I did, the world wants to speak & be with you but only I get to do that.”

*

After dancing & networking, you leave the party. Both you & Dieter are now a little bit tipsy & not drunk. A line of limos are waiting outside, so you hold his hand & March him into the back of one of them & ask the drive to go the long way to your hotel.

“Have you had an amazing night my love?” Dieter asks as he tucks your hair behind your ear that’s come down slightly & kisses your neck. Your hand goes straight to his thigh.

“Yes Dieter, one of the best nights of my life”

“Well you deserve it”

“So do youuuuhooooo oooh Dieter” his teeth graze down your neck making you shudder with excitement.”im sorry you didn’t win though”

“Oh no I won, the world wants you for 5minutes ,i have you all to myself” you plunge one of your hands into his whispy hair before he hold you in place & you make out in the back of the limo. You know from experience that these driver keep thing’s professional & don’t over step the mark. But as you stroke his length from above his trousers, you can feel his anticipation building. He’s getting hard with each touch stroke & kiss. He wants you & the way he is sighing means he might cum in his trousers soon, if you don’t help him out.

You grab the intercom & buzz it to the driver.

“Complete disgression which will come with a very generous tip?”

“Of course just let me know when your done, traffic is a nightmare tonight so it might take a…”

“Thank you” Dieter announces & slams the intercom off as he unbuckles his belt.

“Dieter?! That was rude!” You scoff at him he likes it when you a bit moody, it’s a turn on but what’s not a turn on for Dieter. “Sorry he’s drunk” you apologise & then really turn the intercom off.

“I’m not that drunk my love, I’m at the right level” he says “& I hope you give me more than the tip”. He winks & he unzips his toruses & from the inside of his boxers out flops his massive erect penis. You lick your lips in excitement. For years you had heard girls & guys talk about how good Dieters cock was for blow jobs & he’d always said they’d been alright but the first time you took his length inside your mouth he came in seconds. Maybe it was just the idea or desperation for him to claim your mouth but he always repays the favour.

“Oooh my mouth likes to go all in baby.” You kneel on the limo floor & push your hair from your face. You spit on his leaking head. It’s angry & waiting to be welcomed for relief. You look up at him & smile. “All the way?” He stares in disbelief you’ve only done that when you were both high on lsd but you enjoyed it.

“You… you…sss…. You’re sure” he man spreads fully.

“Totally ” you’ve been stroking him for the last few exchanges & know it’s time. Down you go. Not all the way starting with the tip you want to go further down with each bob. You want him to get even more lost in desire the further you go.

“Oooh yesss, oooh fuck baby yes” he loves how your small little mouth which always is so polite, accommodates him. Your tongue lapping around it, how the saliva costs him. He grips the seat in the limo looking down as you take him further inside you.

“Fuck, I have won, you’ve not sucked anyone else tonight off” one hand has moved to his thigh, stroking it. Adding extra tension to him. His hips can’t be constrained as they start to gyrate. You know this is your cue to go deeper.

When he fills your cunt with his penis you wonder how it fits. Therefore you’re always shocked that when it hits the back of your throat that you don’t run out of air. It’s always a mess when you’re finished with him, but damn he always feels so good when you give him oral.

“Oooh baby, more, more, can you go further?” You flutter your eyes at him & nod & his hands go into your hair to encourage your bobbing. “good girl, my fucking good fucking slutty wife” he moans & his hips move & his hands go into your head too. The teasing blow job is now a face fuck. & he is grinding his teeth & snarling in desire. He holds your hair keeping you in place so you don’t Bob & he fucks further down your throat. “Eye contact baby” you reconnect as you stare at your husband. “Fuck oooh fuck” each thrust harder. Your taste buds already tasting some of him. He grips your chin in place so it doesn’t budge. He’s going so hard you’re worried about the mess you will make soon.

You gagging around him. Your nose is in his pubic hair when you reach the base each time. There is no relenting. Dieter is getting everything out in this blow job & his shirt is starting to dampen from sweat from the excitement it’s building up inside him.

“Baby I’m gonna,… gonna cum… so…so…” he growls but due to the change in his rhythm you already knew this. You’d pulled back slightly. You didn’t want to choke when he came, that had happened before, it was not a nice feeling for either of you. So he’s not fully down your throat, as his hips shudder. “Fucking fuck oooh fuck” he screeches & Dieter spills into your mouth. Funky & salty, the ropes of his seed have your taste buds standing to attention. Swallowing every drop. His eyes are closed as his pleasure is complete. He leans back on the limo seat, as you slowly let his penis go & give it a few last licks before taking a napkin to wipe it clean.

“Still tastes like a winner to me baby” you eventually state, swiping your thumb to wipe up a small bit of cum on your lips before softly & seductively licking it clean. You wait til his eyes are open before you do this. He lets out a soft giggle & sigh.

“I’ve slept with countless people who have performed oral on me & yet there’s something about your reflex & the way you slurp that always turns me on more than anyone else.” He helps you back onto the seat of the limo & redresses him bottom half.

“Before or after….”

“Oooh the first time you sucked my cock I was like oooh this, this here is next level.” He smirks rubbing your hair in a hazy state. “Everyone before me must have been idiots…”

“Actually Diets…” you interrupt “you are the only man I’ve ever performed oral on”

“What!?” He’s shocked “this is a joke right” you shake your head.

“On mine & yours life…”

“Then why me… why no other guy before me”

“Because i knew you liked it, expected it & I wanted to return the favour, knowing how legendary the rumours were about your own mouth is at pleasuring cunts”

“Wow” Dieter leans in & deeply kisses you. “Well I appreciate it every time, & I will return the favour of making your clit quiver…” his hand goes under your dress & you feel his hand reach for your knickers, but the limo then stops.

“We’re here” the intercom voice announces.

“Probably best to do this in our hotel room actually, much more room” Dieter then leave a £250 in the back of the limo. “For your discression” he says & he then drag the two of you out of the limo.

*

You are woken the next morning by a knock at your door. You ignore it at first but then the phone in the room rings. You unhappily wriggle free of Dieters grip, those long muscular arms wrapped around you, not wanting to let go. Eventually you get the phone & gasp, grabbing Dieters Jacket from last night to put on & answer the door, you don’t want to answer it naked. Your face is full of joy as you sign the security forms & take the large black & gold box back into your room. Dieter has stirred at the commotion, your excitement & you slowly pulling yourself away from him.

“Babe?” He asks half asleep as you stand at the table & open the box. His eyes light up when he can see your bum cheeks popping out the bottom of his jacket. You turn your head & smile.

“Morning sexy”

“No your the sexy one in my jacket” Dieter replys with a big stretch before his hand goes under the bed sheet to try & calm his morning erection, but with the way you look that’s not going to happen, it’s just going to have to wait a few minutes.

You stand there & lift up your 2 Baftas which are now engraved with your name show & date.

“They are here,” you put one back in the box as they are both heavy & slide onto the end of the bed & do the thing you’ve always wanted to do if you ever got your hand on one, use it as a face mask. Both you & Dieter laugh at this. Dieter leans to his bedside table & takes a snap of you on his phone.

“For insta later baby”he says with a wink.

“But I’m all but naked Dieter?”

“You don’t need to hide your body beautiful” he’s taken the bafta from you to look at it but he’s clearly distracted. “What time is your tv show press shoot this afternoon?” He asks as he tussles his hair.

“4pm why?”

“Good” he kicks off the bed sheet showing he’s completely naked & aroused, & put the bafta on the bedside table. “We didn’t celebrate enough last night” he pulls you fully onto the bed so that you’re on top of him.

“Who ever said we did?” You smirk leaning your head to his for a sensual kiss. Your hands running through that crazy untamed fluffy hair.

“Oooh sweetheart” the words escape his lips as both your eyes close as the intense kiss continues. His hands go under the jacket caressing your body, making sure you’re in the right place for pleasure to begin. “My winner, my winner at everything” he slowly puts his hand on your behind & lowers you onto his meaty length, the stretch as always extraordinary. He’s so big & you gasp. He lightly pushes his hands into your bum so you start to rock down onto him, pleasure already spreading through your veins, pumping your blood. His hands after a few motions move to help you undo the few jacket buttons you have as he looks up at you as you both slide it from your body, tossing it off the bed.

“You’re so beautiful baby” he moans, his hips already at a good rhythm. He looks up at you as you ride him. Your pelvis rolling to meet his thrusts, as that special place is starting to be hit. His hands grip your hips. Finger marks will be there for a while after this is over. You trail your hand down your body, eventually stopping at your clit, stroking starts slowly but then gets more vigorous. Dieter would usually do this by he’s in a trace as you make oooh fuck noises, & your spare hand squeeze a nipple.

“Fuck Dieter oooh fuck”

“Yea baby like that, I like that, so fucking good” he pants back. “Why is your cunt so addictive?” He’s moving faster you know what he wants.

“Because your the one fucking it” you whine back your hands now on his chest, those hairs so fine but so nice to run your hands through. It gives you both goosebumps.

You then hoover over him & spread your legs a little more knowing full well what will happen when you kiss him next. He slows slightly his body knows it too.

“Fuck my pussy baby” you hold his face & lick it & he grabs your bum firmly. Your lips connect for a really exceptional kiss full of lust, tongues dancing together, faces almost melting into each other. But that’s all he needs. He thrusts, & pumps & is relentless. Hitting the spot every thrust, the motion of him pounding your cunt, has you screeching quickly.

“Oooohhhh fuck fuck fuck oooh yes yes yesssss fuck oooh fuck” are the only words you can say, as your body shakes as you approach your orgasm.

“Best cunt, my cunt” he crys as he bites your bottom lip not wanting your lips to be apart. “Fucking this tight little pussy til you can’t take me baby”

Your sweating & moaning & the blood inside you is boiling with this feverish sex you are having. You grip the pillow as he gently puts his hand around your throat.

“Dont cum yet baby” he asks but you can tell from the creaking bed & the sloppy sensation as he keeps sliding within you, that he knows you can’t hold it for too long. “Tell me baby, what are you”

“A winner”

“No”

“A slut”

“No”

“The best sex of your life”

“Erm… I was after something else”

“Your cum hungry wife” you whine & then open your eyes as his grip around your neck gets tighter.

“That’s it baby, now you can cum mrs Bravo”

“Dieter!!!!!! Ooooh fuck” you clamp the hardest you ever had, your release sends shives to all your never endings as you cum & your body stutters.

“Damn oooh fuck oooh shit ooooh fuckkkkk” Dieter follows suit, filling you up. Your walls coated in his seed a few thrusts later. Satisfying you both. Your sweat drips onto him as you lay on top of him as your softly take him out of you & you hold each other close. You can feel everything drip out of you onto him but neither of you care about the mess after that incredible spontaneous session.

“So” you eventually whisper when you can make a noise, & lift your head. “I’m the best sex of your life?” Dieter blushes.

“Well when you make me lose control, yes you are” he smirks & boops your nose.

“Hmmm it’s a shame you’re not mine…” you say with a pause waiting for a reaction, you both no that no man has got you off as many times as Dieter in the few months you’ve had sex. But he doesn’t for one instant believe you, his happy little face gives you some side eye. “Of course you’re the best sex of my life Diets & you know I am a very good wife”

“Do you think bafta would hand out an award for best sex?” he asks

“No they aren’t coming to watch us”

You say sternly, Dieters had several sex tapes leak.

“Of course not but we’d win hands down baby” he jokes & you rest your head on him again.

“Do you think that’s the only way you’d win a bafta?” You ask

“Nah I’ve got everything I could ever want to win, right here & turns out I didn’t need a prize to validate how much I’m in love with you” his kiss is soft & he rolls on top of you for a much more sensual round, before you have to come to the realisation that your world has changed so much in not just the last 24 hours but the last few weeks & months since you finally got your amazing husband.

[adgp35]

“Yes, this is why I summoned you all here this evening, people,” Miss Nakatomi told us seriously and then drew back the curtain. Seated on a couch, tightly tied up, gagged and crouched in a posture of utter shame and embarrassment, was Rod Felix, the American exchange student. He had been working at this hotel on a placement as a customer services trainee. We were aghast. “I lay in wait tonight to catch the thief red handed,” our manager went on, “and when he appeared, I pounced!” Our gaze moved from the svelte and sophisticated Japanese woman, in her skirt suit and pantyhose, to the sight of poor bound Rod, trying to picture the scene. “He offered no explanation when I seized him,” our boss continued, “ and when I tried to hold onto him, he even struck me!” We all groaned in shock at this news. I noticed Rod crouch even lower. “I chased and caught him again and persuaded him this time to surrender to me.” Miss Nakatomi continued. “I had no option but to bind him securely to prevent his escape and for my own protection.” she explained. We nodded as one. “The police are on the way.” she added finally, “and you are all in the clear, I am delighted to say.” We all looked angrily at the humiliated American boy, who began to sob. “Thankyou, Miss Nakatomi.” we chorused.

Sources: Pinterest and retrorope

[solarstellarstar]

Class Viper* of Ryoutei

A class that has been assigned the totally cool name 'class viper' by the other students at Ryoutei Academy. This class is notorious for having many students that come from wealthy backgrounds. However, these students tend to hang around the most popular of the popular- including idols and celebrities. These students also tend to jump on bandwagons, whether that be fashion, trends... or a new target for bullying. You'll probably find them on their phones and gossiping all night. They're also known for sucking up to the popular student by giving them gifts, heeding their every order, showering them with compliments and attacking anyone who dares disrespect them. Class Viper is currently fixated on one girl in their class, where they'll constantly be circling her desk cheerily. The future idol: Solar Fumika. (These characters will serve a minor, reoccurring role in her story) Most importantly, they won't hesitate to leave their object of all worship behind and abandon them if they were to lose their popularity. In fact, class viper will most likely start bullying that student as a new form of entertainment with no remorse.

*Despite the name, this class is not associated with the Vibora clan in any shape or form

Sheon Nakatomi

"Solar! My dad got me this box of chocolates... you can have it!"

One of the higher-ups in the social hierarchy for Class Viper

Gifts Solar food, mostly chocolates

3 counts of bullying on her school record

Loyalty rating: 30%

Hideko Morino

"Geez... such distasteful for you to say that about Setsuna. Aren't you ashamed?"

When not following Solar around, she hangs out with Sheon

Deals with the 'trash-talkers' of her 'idol' physically (basically a hypocrite because she talks behind other people's backs too)

One of the few who refers to Solar by her real name

1 count of physical violence on her school record

Loyalty rating: 20%

Ryota Yamada

"Solar, wanna hang out at my dad's hotel after school? ...no? Alright then, maybe next time? No? Goddamnit-"

Attempted to ask Solar out 366 times

all failed

but he's still trying... for some reason (he cannot take a hint. red flag.)

Don't be fooled by the soft appearance, he plays with hearts like a terrible mf

Has gotten into a decent handful of physical fights

5 counts of school fights on record

Loyalty rating: 10%

There are a few more of these students... but consider these ones the most significant for now :>>

[musicallykerr]

There's a memorable scene in Die Hard where Alan Rickman's brilliant baddie Hans Gruber falls out the window in slow motion in the Nakatomi Plaza, arms and legs flailing. That's exactly how I saw this uninvited late night visitor on his decent (not final hopefully as they're indestructible) last night after wrestling him to the ground and scooping him up in a hotel room tumbler. It was like slow motion as he glided to the car park. I keep getting flashbacks. Welcome to the party, pal. Try Caroline's next time.

[youngsamberg]

in the 2000s there will be a civil war between the half of earth on mars and the half on earth

in the 2010s there will come back the space hotel and the entire season will involve terrorists taking over nakatomi polaris

in the 2020s there will be a pandemic on mars : )

season six ed baldwin is 100 years old and is begging to not be the captain of yet another mission to a planet that takes years to get to

[rikkache]

I had the honor of designing the booth art, digital and print advertising, and swag for The Op's booth activation at GenCon 2019. Door hangers at the hotel and other adverts told show-goers to visit the booth and play board games to get codes. Players had to enter the codes into a panel with a chance to crack the vault and win an early copy of Die Hard: The Nakatomi Heist Board Game.

[nico-meridius]

Next Afternoon Fic

Using gif just because :)

So I’ve got three ideas for the next Afternoon Fic.

Option One:

Harold isn’t sure exactly what Nathan was up to, but he went along with it only to keep his friend from annoying him for the next six weeks.  He found himself in a luxury suite at his own hotel, not that Nathan knew he owned it, but it was good to see that his friend still knew what Harold liked.

The Suite was elegant, luxury without being over indulgent.  He hung up his coat in the closet, and wandered around the spacious living room.  He was pretty sure that this was Nathan’s way of telling him to relax.  Maybe he would order dinner and soak in the over-sized tub.

The knock on the door startled him.

Harold rolled his eyes. “Of course Nathan ordered food.”  He smiled softly, his friend did know him well.

He opened the door to see not a bellhop with food, but instead a tall over six foot man, in a Hugo Boss suit, top buttons undone no tie.  He had blue grey eyes, that shined when he smiled.

“Who are you?” Harold stammered.

He walked in, brushing past him, sending sparks down Harold’s spine.  “I’m your entertainment. You can call me John.”

Option Two: 

John walked through the Christmas Party, heading to the VP Offices.  Well at least someone was having a good time.  He hadn’t expected to be dropped off at Harold’s office building, he had promised him, that when John came out for the week during Christmas, there would be no work.  John had worked double time, to get his cases cleared, and out the door before his Captain came up with some excuse to cancel his vacation.

It would seem Harold’s promises weren’t as good as they used to be.  But then it’s how they ended up living 3000 miles apart.  John still in New York working as a detective, and Harold in Los Angeles.

It was only supposed to be a few months to transfer the new technology Harold designed for the new company, then it turned into six months, and after their last fight - they offered Harold full time position to stay in LA.

John leaned up against the doorway, listening to some wannabe player try to sweat talk his husband.  His eyes narrowed at the jerk, as he came up with at least a half a dozen scenarios to kill him, with the pen in his pocket.

Harold looked up, his eyes softened and he gave him that quirk of a smile, that John had fell in love with.  “John.”

“Harold.”

“Welcome to Nakatomi.”

Option Three:

Harold moved as fast as his aching hip would allow him.  He was late in meeting Grace for dinner.  The latest number had been more difficult than he had anticipated, and it had taken him some fast thinking and a lot of cash to get the young computer geek out of trouble with the mob.

As he rounded the corner, he smiled when he saw her sitting at the bench, where they had met.  He had been lucky to meet her, she was a light in his world of darkness.  

“Harold.”

He startled as his name was called from two different directions.  

Grace had seen him, grabbed her bag and started walking towards him, knowing by his stance his hip was aching.

Harold had turned around to the other person, and found himself staring at a dead man.  He blinked, shook his head, before taking a step towards the one person he had never expected to see again.

“John...”

“Harold.”  Grace called again as she stepped up to him, taking his hand and kissing him on the cheek.  “Hello.”

Harold pulled his hand out of her grasp and reached out to John, who stepped back and shook his head, then turned and pratically ran out of the park.  Harold quickly followed, calling out to him, begging him to stop.

As he got to the edge of the park, he saw John open the door to a cab.  “John wait!”

He looked back at Harold, eyes shifting to Grace, then back.  “Goodbye, Harold.” He slipped into the cab and was gone.

Harold growled at stubborn CIA Agents and pulled his phone, demanding The Machine track the cab.

“Harold who was that.”

He paused, eyes closing in dread.  His past was coming back to haunt him, but he owed her the truth.  He gave her a sad smile.  “That was John, my husband.”

So what should be the next Afternoon Fic?

[tshirtfashiontrend]

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On the fourth day in Puerto Nakatomi Plaza Christmas Party 1988 Ugly Christmas 2020 shirt . Vallarta, the storm arrived. First came the wind. Then the sky turned purple. The photographer banged on our doors. I left Hudson in the room and rushed out to our location. We had to work quickly before the rain. PosingI’ve been lied to about many things before: Santa Claus, who got me a Sky Dancer because I had been a good girl. Nakatomi Plaza Christmas Party 1988 Ugly Christmas 2020 shirt, hoodie, sweater, longsleeve and ladies t-shirt

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[abdifarah]

Can’t Keep A Good White Man Down

The job was too good to pass up. John’s estranged wife, Holly, took the job and the kids to LA. John stayed behind in New York, unwilling to accept that his wife’s career was on a trajectory as high as the towering Nakatomi Plaza where Holly now works. McClane walks up to the computer directory and says to the guard snidely, “cute toy.” Like his wife’s careerism, the computer age will surely prove to be a fad in the eyes of the luddite McClane. Unable to find Holly in the “M” section, he deflates upon realizing that he must find her under her maiden name, Gennero. McClane takes the elevator to the 30th floor to find Holly at her company’s uproarious Christmas Party. John, a NYPD detective, left a slate of unresolved cases back in the city, but for the Nakatomi company it’s been a champagne year. A tipsy employee plants a sloppy kiss on John’s cheek. Shaking his head, McClane chuckles to himself with tinge of homophobia, “California.” Like Avon Barksdale would say to Stringer Bell, John is looking like a “man without a country.” Left behind by his thriving wife, he visits her in the shiny, technologically superior phallus of the global conglomerate that Holly helps run.

Where does a simple New York City cop fit on an ever-globalizing world economic stage? Flustered by the emasculation of the scenario McClane takes a moment to “freshen up” in Holly’s office bathroom, which looks like a 5 star hotel suite. Looking like Marlon Brando’s ornery Stanley Kowalski, John strips down to his ribbed tank top undershirt, colloquially a “wife-beater.” Apelike, McClane makes “fists with his toes,” bare feet on the plush carpet; a trick that the guy next to him on the plane told him to try to get over the disorientation of air travel. Embracing his primal masculinity, McClane regains himself and sits calmly. He’s ready when he hears the first shots fired. European terrorists (how quaint) have crashed the party and take the guests hostage with goals of robbing the company’s high security vault. Again, what is the place of the blue collar American in the globalizing world? To blow shit up of course when things inevitably get ugly. John springs into action. When Holly is asked by a panicked and skeptical fellow hostage what her husband is doing, she replies confidently and adoringly, “his job.” The outmatched McClane, barefoot and shirtless, proceeds to methodically dismantle the European terrorist cell, with names likes Hans and Karl and dressed in proto H&M cabecord sweaters and tapered slacks, with some good ole American grit, the grit of John Wayne and Gary Cooper, or McClane’s personal favorite, Roy Rogers.

Perhaps culture revolves in 30 year cycles because Die Hard (1988) seems particularly relevant in Trump’s America. McClane is the prototypical disposed white man, stuck in thankless work as city cop, left behind by his wife, skeptical of the promises of globalization, and seemingly proved right by the terrorist cell’s brutal encroachment into the unsuspecting Nakatomi compound. The move to “California” represents the softening of America. Luckily McClane is here to make us hard again. There is a very telling moment early in the terrorist seige. Played by Alan Rickman with an accent that wavers between German and British,The criminal mastermind Hans Gruber attempts to cull out the CEO of the company Joseph Takagi from the anonymous crowd of hostages by listing his accomplishments. “Scholarship student, University of California, 1955; law degree, Stanford, 1962; MBA, Harvard, 1970.” Minutes later upon refusing to divulge the code to the vault Hans dispassionately blows Takagi’s brains across the office carpet as if to confirm that all your hard work, sacrifice, and especially your education are useless in the face of violence.

Die Hard, like conservative America today, asserts that a good guy with a gun is the only way to stop a bad guy with a gun. At one point John has one of the terrorists at gunpoint. The terrorist, let's call him Franz, calls John’s bluff and quips, “You’re a cop so you’re not supposed to hurt me.” John replies, “Yeah, that’s what my commander keeps telling me.” John McClane is definitely a shoot first, ask questions later kinda cop. Yippie-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker! What makes Die Hard infinitely rewatchable 30 years later and not simply a MAGA wet dream is that the movie is fully aware of the holes in its own White Jesus with a Gun premise and spends a good percentage of its second half flipping that construct on its head.

Holly Gennero, is the rare 80’s female character in an action movie that is not helpless or hysterical in the midst of calamity. Now the CEO, since her boss was murdered, she negotiates with the leader of the terrorists, Hans, a man not without reason. With a few measured words Holly secures a couch for a pregnant hostage and bathroom use for the rest of the detained employees, all juxtaposed with John repelling up and down the building like Tarzan and negotiating with the bad guys in his own less diplomatic style. The movie further complicates its good-guy-with-gun>bad-guy-with-gun premise through Reginald VelJohnson’s Sergeant Al Powell character. He serves as the cautionary tale to counter McClane’s fast shooting commando cop ethos. An accident in which Sgt. Powell mistakenly gunned down a 13 year old with a toy gun has left him traumatized and no longer able to pull his gun or work the streets, and relegated by his own conscience to desk duty. His remorse for the incident and atoning decision to hang up his gun seemed reasonable in 1988, but in the ensuing 30 years now glows neon, shaming those of the police fraternity of 2018, who rarely think of admitting culpability in instances of excessive or unwarranted force, and would never deign introspection and the possibility of deeming themselves unfit for duty. Thrust back in the action by answering to the emergency at the Nakatomi Tower, Powell steps in as the critical thinking foil to the hotheaded LAPD and hawkish FBI, and as a pseudo conscience and compass for John, communicating with him via walkie-talkie, as he navigates the crisis.

For a chamber piece with a relatively small cast, Die Hard has three black characters, all with a tinge of the stereotypical, but all embodying distinct expressions of blackness. John’s limo driver Argyle is the most stereotypical: with a nonsense name, in a roll of service, slick talking but somehow still airheaded (is that how they see us, cool but stupid?), but even he has a redeeming final scene, reacting quickly and decisively, and is instrumental in thwarting the terrorists’ last chance at escape. And he doesn’t even sacrifice his life, which black characters are disturbingly prone to do in fiction, even in 2018. A continuation of Uncle Tom from Uncle Tom’s Cabin, the selfless martyr, always looking out for the good of those who couldn’t give a shit. In fact, none of the black characters in Die Hard die. The black characters are even positioned on opposite sides of the moral divide. The wise-cracking and self-assured hacker for the terrorists is a bit too gleeful in his love of criminality, cackling joker-like throughout his overly expressive hacker typing, but he does start the still evergreen trend of the black computer genius at the heart of an action thriller. This mantle passed down to Joe Morton’s skynet inventor in Terminator 2, Ving Rhames’ computer genius, Luther, in the Mission Impossible series, Mos Def’s explosives expert in The Italian Job, and Ludacris’ expert of all things electronic for the Toretto crew in the Fast and Furious franchise. I’m not much for positive depictions of black people in the media being essential for collective uplift, finding them often more limiting than empowering, but I do not mind this black computer genius archetype.

Bruce Willis’ Rambo/Tarzan/Roy Rogers schtick ultimately reaches his end. Bleeding out on the floor of a men’s room, picking shards of glass out of gaping holes on the bottom of his shredded bare feet he radios to Al. Taking stock of his life he tells his new friend to relay a message to Holly. He admits that he was jealous of her success and that he felt left behind. The cathartic admission and Al’s challenge to “tell her yourself” miraculously breathes new life into John. He has an epiphany about the actual intentions of the terrorists, and relying less on brute strength (he still kicks a little ass) he begins to strategically dismantle the plans of Hans and his group. 1988’s message to 2018 is that  Holly will not be going to New York with John, just as coal isn’t coming back. Like the computer, progress is never a fad. You either follow the wife to California or you die a bitter man. And it is only when you forget about the age of Gary Cooper and John Wayne and step out of the shadow of Roy Roger’s 10 gallon hat that you can become John McClane, or whatever new man we need today.

[movieconsumer]

Die Hard: The Nakatomi Christmas Party Edition

So it’s Christmas time in Southern California, which means Santa Ana Winds, Wildfires and “Die Hard”. We were accidentally invited to the Corporate Christmas party for the Nakatomi Corporation last night. The event took place at the beautiful Theater at the Ace Hotel. We had been to this venue back in the Spring for a Radiotopia event featuring “The West Wing Weekly”. Last night however was a…

[cinema-tv-etc]

Nakatomi Plaza from Die Hard

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters from X-Men

Hatley Castle, located in British Columbia, Canada, was used as the exterior for Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in the X-Men movies. It first appeared in Generation X, a made-for-TV movie in 1996, but later it found its way into X-Men, X2: X-Men United, and X-Men: The Last Stand throughout the 2000s. Twentieth Century Fox also used Casa Loma in Toronto and Parkwood Estate in Oshawa, Ontario for exteriors, while movie sets on a soundstage in Los Angeles were used to shoot interiors.

The Cherry Street Inn from Groundhog Day

While Groundhog Day takes place Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, it was almost entirely filmed in  Woodstock, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago. The cozy bed and breakfast where Bill Murray's Phil Connors stays is Royal Victorian Manor, located at 344 Fremont Street. Woodstock also hosts an annual Groundhog Day, where fans can experience the movie with special events around the town—including a two-night stay at the Royal Victorian Manor.  

Hogwarts from Harry Potter

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Harry Potter film series is actually a few locations around England: Christ Church College and Cathedral in Oxford was used for its 16th-century stone staircase, and the design of its dining hall inspired Hogwarts' Great Hall; Gloucester Cathedral was used for the school's hallways in the first two films; Lacock Abbey near Chippenham in Wiltshire was used for a number of Hogwarts’ classrooms; and Bodleian Library of Oxford University, Fourth Form Room of Harrow Old Schools in Greater London, and Alnwick Castle in Northumberland were all locations used to bring Hogwarts alive on the big screen.

A majority of Christ Church College and Durham Cathedral's architecture inspired the design of the numerous Hogwarts movie sets at Leavesden Studios in Hertfordshire, England. 

OCP Headquarters from Robocop

The Tribute Training Center from The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

The Marriott Marquis Hotel at 265 Peachtree Center Avenue NE in Atlanta, Georgia is where you'll find the posh Tributes' Quarters and Training Center from The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. The hotel was chosen for its gigantic atrium—at one time the largest in the world—and beautiful glass elevators. The Tributes' living quarters were filmed on the 10th floor and a set was built on the hotel's roof.

The Overlook Hotel from The Shining

While the Overlook Hotel in Stanley Kubrick's The Shining was an elaborate set on a sound stage at EMI Elstree Studios in England (the largest set ever built at the studio), the fictional hotel is based on two real hotels in the United States. The Ahwahnee Hotel in Yosemite National Park, California was the inspiration for the interior of the Overlook, while Timberline Lodge on Mount Hood in Oregon was used for its exterior and establishing shots.

http://mentalfloss.com/article/60109/15-real-movie-locations-you-can-actually-visit