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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽

Relationship: lawyer!amazon Natasha Romanoff x petite!curvy fem Reader (Big Red and Peach, NLLYL)

Words: ~1.3k

Summary: Teasing Nat always pays off, even when it’s at Bucky’s Christmas Eve party.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (dirty talk, kinda public sex, tittie play, thigh riding, dry humping, mommy kink, size kink, implied oral sex) established relationship, Nat is a giant (between 5’10 and 6’, or taller if you prefer), w/w, cute fluff, they’re big in love, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: This is part one of two of a gift for a certain special someone who’s been giving me all this fluffy, melty, big soft gooey feelings. And it’s an opportunity for me to introduce you to a brand new couple in the No Love Like Your Love AU and set up a concurrent storyline in a new locale, New York!!! Basically, this fic and this new couple are heavily self indulgent so I hope y’all enjoy ☺️. And to the special person, love youuuuuuu

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“Nat! Oh my god!” You spluttered when your girlfriend somehow managed to steer you under yet another sprig of mistletoe, half heartedly trying to push her off when she ducked low to kiss you for maybe the fifteenth time that night. “We’re gonna get such a reputation, like a damn teenager.”

“We already have that reputation, peach.” She smiled against your lips and squeezed your waist warmly while she rubbed her nose against yours. “It’s not my fault, anyway, when you show up looking like a whole meal.”

“I do look extremely good.” You finally managed to push her off, ducking out of her grip and giggling when she huffed as she followed after you. “But you don’t get to fully enjoy this until we’re back at your place, I’m enjoying socializing.”

“You’re enjoying teasing me.” Nat wound her fingers through yours and sighed when you just grinned at her. “That’s just fine, peach, I can wait.”

“Sure you can.” You finally found Bucky and waved excitedly at him. “Quit staring at my tits if you’re so good at controlling yourself.”

You knew the sass was going to pay off later when she growled at you, trying your best to ignore the way her hand slid over your hip and squeezed while you chatted with Buck. There was a reason you chose this dress, other than the fact that the deep shade of green was your favorite and yes the plunging neckline showed off your boobs fantastically - the soft velvet pretty much ensured your Amazon of a girlfriend was not going to be able to keep her hands off you all night. And you were right, her hands were constantly on your hips or your waist or occasionally sliding down to squeeze your ass while she stayed close to you while you both chatted with your friends.

Every time you laughed or giggled Nat just wanted to kiss you even more, it was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard, she wanted to listen to it for the rest of your lives. She couldn’t get enough of seeing you like this, so carefree and joking and making everyone you chatted with fall in love with you a little bit. But you just loved her, she could see it every time you looked up at her with those bright eyes and and scrunched your nose up in that beautiful smile before you turned back to your conversation. Nat needed that look, she craved it, especially when she had been steadily consuming vodka cranberries all night and that pleasant warmth was pooling in her gut.

It became harder and harder for you to deny her when she got all quiet and intense like this, especially when she pressed her chest against your back and nuzzled at the top of your head and made you feel so tiny and precious… and wet. Poor Bucky barely even got a goodbye from you before you were dragging Nat towards the front door, turning to rub your face against her chest and whine while she pulled out her phone to call the car.

“Now who can’t control herself?” Nat chuckled when you practically crawled into her lap once the car door closed, grabbing your hips and biting playfully at your chin while you whimpered and wriggled for her. “Did you need something, peach?”

“Don’t be mean to me.” You pouted when she just grinned at you, pressing closer to her and sucking on her ear. “You got me all worked up, do something about it.”

“Something, hm.”

It was a struggle for you not to squeal when Nat flipped the two of you until she had you pinned to the backseat, the sound that almost escaped from you quickly muffled when she smashed her lips to yours and slid her tongue into your mouth. All you could do was hope the driver didn’t look in the rear view mirror to see the way she was shamelessly dragging her hands up your soft thighs until your already short skirt was around your waist.

But you couldn’t care about that for long when she slid her own thigh between your legs and rolled her hips into you, making you whimper when she gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back so she could run her tongue over your throat.

“Greedy girl.” She purred when you mewled and wrapped your legs around her, sliding the hand that wasn’t wrapped in your hair up your body until she could gently play with your breast. “Who am I, baby?”

“Oh… shit.” That was entirely unfair - after all night on her arm and having to watch her in that dress that clung to her like a second skin, and now she was pulling your hair and teasing your nipple and telling you to call her that, she was going to kill you. “Mommy…”

“That’s right, what a good girl.” Nat cooed when you sobbed and drove your pussy into her thigh, squeezing your tit and nipping at your bottom lip while she gazed into your eyes. “Mommy’s perfect baby. Tell me what you want, peach. Want Mommy to suck on your pretty nipples while you grind into her thigh? Want Mommy to make you come?”

All you could do was nod desperately, arching into her mouth and gasping when she pushed your dress to the side and started mouthing at your breasts through the lace of your bra. It was like you became extra sensitive whenever she touched you, hearing her murmur soft endearments against your skin and the way she made you feel so small and safe was just too much for you.

Nat moaned and bit your nipple gently when she felt you trembling underneath her, peeking at you through her lashes and smiling warmly at the way your face was lax with pleasure as you opened your mouth in a silent scream. You just kept dragging in ragged breaths as you rode it out, gripping her shoulders tight while your pussy made a sticky mess out of your panties.

“Mm, pretty baby girl.” Nat kissed the tip of your nose and fixed your dress while the car came to a stop, helping you sit up and hushing you when you buried your face in her neck and whined when the door opened to the cold night air. “Soft little peach, don’t worry we’re going inside.”

Your head swam when she wrapped you around her and started carrying you into the brownstone, your goddamn size kink and the orgasm you already had made you feel so fuckdrunk you were pretty sure you were drooling. Next thing you knew you were in her bedroom and sprawled out on her plush mattress and feeling so fucking warm, unsure how exactly you got there but unable to care when she was undressing you so slowly and kissing every inch of your exposed skin.

“Nat, Mommy.” You pouted when she pulled away from you once you were naked and warm from being kissed everywhere, but then you saw her hands moving to undo her zipper while she looked at you like she was going to eat you alive and all you could think was how you couldn’t believe this goddess of a woman was completely and totally yours. “Oh my god, I fucking love you.”

“Sweet peach, I love you more.” As soon as her dress slid to the floor your mind was empty, unable to do anything except moan when she crawled on top of you in her perfect lingerie and her gorgeous heels and kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. “And look at that, it’s midnight, merry Christmas, pretty girl. Think I’m going to celebrate by drowning in your perfect little creamy pussy.”

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"THE BLACK DAHLIA" (2006) Review

Judging from the reactions among moviegoers, it seemed quite obvious that director Brian DePalma’s adaptation of James Ellroy’s 1987 novel had disappointed them. The ironic thing is that I do not share their feelings.

A good number of people – including a relative of mine – have told me that they had expected "THE BLACK DAHLIA" to be a docudrama of the infamous 1947 murder case. Others had expected the movie to be an epic-style crime drama similar to the 1997 Academy Award winning film, "L.A. CONFIDENTIAL" - another Ellroy adaptation. ”THE BLACK DAHLIA” proved to be neither for many fans. For me, it turned out to be an entertaining and solid film noir that I enjoyed.

Told from the point-of-view of Los Angeles Police detective Dwight “Bucky” Bleichert (Josh Harnett), ”THE BLACK DAHLIA” told the story of how the January 1947 murder of Hollywood star wannabe, Elizabeth Short aka “The Black Dahlia” (Mia Kershner) affected Bleichert’s life and the lives of others close to him – especially his partner, Lee Blanchard (Aaron Eckhart). The story began over three years before Short’s murder when Bleichert saved Blanchard’s life during the Zoot Riots in 1943. After World War II, the pair (who also happened to be celebrated local boxers) participated in an inter-departmental boxing match to help raise support for a political bond issue that will increase pay for the LAPD, but with a slight tax increase. Although Bleichert lost the match, both he and Blanchard are rewarded by Assistant District Attorney Ellis Loew (Patrick Fischler) with promotions and transfers to the Warrants Department and the pair became partners. Bleichert not only became partners and friends with Blanchard, he also became acquainted with Blanchard’s live-in girlfriend, a former prostitute and artist named Kay Lake (Scarlett Johansson). Although Bleichert fell in love with Kay, he kept his feelings to himself, due to his relationship with Blanchard. Thanks to Blanchard’s penchant for publicity, the two partners eventually participated in the murder investigation of Elizabeth Short (nicknamed the Black Dahlia). The case not only led the pair to a rich young playgirl named Madeleine Linscott (Hillary Swank) and her family, but also into a world of prostitution, pornography, lesbian nightclubs and the dark underbelly of Hollywood life.

Written by James Ellroy and originally published in 1987, ”The Black Dahlia” became the first of four novels about the Los Angeles Police Department in the post-World War II era (”L.A. Confidential” was the third in the quartet). In my opinion, it was the best in Ellroy’s L.A. Quartet. I believe that it translated quite well to the movie screen, thanks to DePalma’s direction and Josh Friedman’s screenplay. Like the movie ”L.A. CONFIDENTIAL”, ”THE BLACK DAHLIA” turned out to be superior to its literary version. Not only did DePalma and Friedman’s screenplay recapture the ambiance of the novel’s characters and 1940s Los Angeles setting, the plot turned out to be an improvement over the novel. Especially over the latter’s chaotic finale. Despite the improvement, ”THE BLACK DAHLIA” never achieved the epic style and quality of ”L.A. CONFIDENTIAL”. If I must be frank, I really do not care. Movies like the 1997 Oscar winner are rare occurrences of near perfect quality. Just because ”THE BLACK DAHLIA” was another film adaptation of an Ellroy novel, did not mean that I had expected it to become another ”L.A. CONFIDENTIAL”.

Mark Isham’s score for the film did not turn out to be that memorable to me. All I can say is that I am grateful that he did not attempt a remake of Jerry Goldsmith’s scores for ”L.A. CONFIDENTIAL” and ”CHINATOWN”. On the other hand, I was very impressed with Vilmos Zsigmond’s photography for the film. One sequence stood out for me – namely the overhead shot that featured the discovery of Elizabeth Short’s dead body in the Leimert Park neighborhood in Los Angeles. Ironically, part of the movie was shot in Sofia, Bulgaria substituting as 1946-47 Los Angeles. Production Designer Dante Ferretti and Art Director Christopher Tandon did a solid job in disguising Sofia as Los Angeles. But there were a few times when the City of Angels seemed like it was located on the East Coast. And I could spot a few palm trees that definitely looked false. However, I really loved the set designs for Kay’s home and the lesbian nightclub where Bleichert first met Madeline. I loved Jenny Beavan’s costume designs for the film. She did an excellent job of recapturing the clothing styles of the mid-to-late 1940s and designing clothes for particular characters.

One of the movie’s best strengths turned out to be its very interesting characters and the cast of actors that portrayed them. Characters that included the ambitious and sometimes malevolent ADA Ellis Loew, portrayed with great intensity by Patrick Fischler; Rose McGowan’s bitchy and shallow Hollywood landlady/movie extra; Elizabeth Short’s frank and crude father Cleo Short (Kevin Dunn); Mike Starr’s solid portrayal of Bleichert and Blanchard’s immediate supervisor Russ Millard; and Lorna Mertz, the young Hollywood prostitute portrayed memorably by Jemima Rooper. John Kavanagh and Fiona Shaw portrayed Madeline Linscott’s parents – a Scottish-born real estate magnate and his alcoholic California society wife. Kavanagh was charming and fun in a slightly corrupt manner, but Shaw hammed it up in grand style as the alcoholic Ramona Linscott. I doubt that a lesser actress could have pulled off such a performance.

Not only were the supporting characters memorable, so were the leading characters, thanks to the performances of the actors and actresses that portrayed them. I was very impressed by Mia Kershner’s portrayal of the doomed Elizabeth Short. She managed to skillfully conveyed Short’s desperation and eagerness to become a Hollywood movie star in flashbacks shown in the form of black-and-white audition clips and a pornographic film clip. At first, I found Scarlett Johansson as slightly too young for the role of Kay Lake, the former prostitute and artist that both Bleichert and Blanchard loved. She seemed a bit out of her depth, especially when she used a cigarette holder to convey her character’s sophistication. Fortunately, Johansson had ditched the cigarette holder and Kay’s so-called sophistication and portrayed the character as a warm and pragmatic woman, who turned out to be more emotionally mature than the other characters. I found Aaron Eckhart’s performance as the passionate, yet calculating Lee Blanchard great fun to watch. He seemed funny, sharp, verbose, passionate and rather manic all at once. There were times when his character’s growing obsession toward the Black Dahlia case seemed to border on histrionics. But in the end, Eckhart managed to keep it all together. Another performance I truly enjoyed was Hillary Swank’s portrayal of the sensual, rich playgirl Madeline Linscott. Just by watching Swank on screen, I got the impression that the actress had enjoyed herself playing Madeline. I know I had a ball watching her reveal the charming, yet dark facets of this interesting character.

Ellroy’s novel had been written in the first person – from the viewpoint of LAPD detective, Dwight “Bucky” Bleichert. Which meant that the entire movie had to focus around the actor who portrayed Bleichert. I once heard a rumor that Josh Harnett became interested in the role before casting for the movie actually began. In the end, many critics had either dismissed Hartnett’s performance or judged him incapable of portraying a complex character. Personally, I found their opinions hard – even impossible – to accept. For me, Harnett did not merely give a first-rate performance. He ”was” Dwight “Bucky” Bleichert. One must understand that Bleichert was a difficult role for any actor – especially a non-showy role that also had to keep the story together. Throughout the movie, Harnett, DePalma’s direction and Friedman’s script managed to convey the many complexities of Bleichert’s personality without being overtly dramatic about it. After all, Dwight was basically a quiet and subtle character. Harnett portrayed the character’s growing obsession with both the Black Dahlia case and Madeline Linscott without the manic and abrupt manner that seemed to mark Blanchard’s obsession. You know what? I really wish I could say more about Harnett’s performance. But what else can I say? He perfectly hit every nuance of Bleichert’s personality. I personally believe that Dwight Bleichert might be his best role to date.

I wish I could explain or even understand why ”THE BLACK DAHLIA” had flopped at the box office. Some have complained that the film had failed to match the epic qualities of ”L.A. CONFIDENTIAL”. Others have complained that it failed as a docudrama that would solve the true life murder of Elizabeth Short. And there have been complaints that Brian DePalma’s editing of a film that was originally three hours ruined it. I had never expected the movie to become another ”L.A. CONFIDENTIAL” (which did a mediocre job at the box office) – a rare case of near Hollywood perfection. I really do not see how a three hour running time would have helped ”THE BLACK DAHLIA”. It was a complex story, but not as much as the 1997 film. Hell, the novel was more straightforward than the literary L.A. Confidential”. And since the Hollywood publicity machine had made it clear that the movie was a direct adaptation of the novel, I found the argument that ”THE BLACK DAHLIA” should have been a docudrama that would solve Short’s murder rather ludicrous. Since I had read the novel back in the late 90s, I simply found myself wondering how DePalma would translate it to the movie screen.

In the end, I found myself more than satisfied with ”THE BLACK DAHLIA”. It possessed a first-rate cast led by a superb performance from Josh Harnett. Screenwriter Josh Friedman’s screenplay turned out to be a solid job that slightly improved Ellroy’s novel – especially the finale. And director Brian DePalma did an excellent job of putting it all together. I highly recommend it – if one does not harbor any high expectations.

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