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nessa007 · 10 months
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NEVER BEEN KISSED (1999) Dir. Raja Gosnell
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iamdarthbader · 2 years
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It’s time to stop treating first dates, first kisses, and losing virginity as milestones or rites of passage that must be completed. It’s time to stop expecting these things to happen in everyone’s teen years or even in their twenties. It’s time to stop letting people call themselves “late bloomers” for getting their first kiss at 16. It’s stupid. It’s unnecessary. It’s damaging to people who for whatever reason it may be don’t have romantic prospects or don’t even want to do those things.
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asoftepiloguemylove · 9 months
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Natalie Wee NEVER BEEN KISSED / pinterest / 밤의 해변에서 혼자 On the Beach at Night Alone (2017) dir. 홍상수 Hong Sang-soo / Evelyn Waugh Brideshead Revisited / Mary Oliver North Country / Cheryl Strayed Tiny Beautiful Things / Aftersun (2022) dir. Charlotte Wells / Franz Wright East Boston, 1996; God's Silence
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ferrisbuellers · 1 year
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JESSICA ALBA as KIRSTEN LIOSIS in NEVER BEEN KISSED (1999) dir. Raja Gosnell
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dailyflicks · 1 year
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NEVER BEEN KISSED (1999) dir. Raja Gosnell
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persephone-nymph · 1 year
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Drew Barrymore for Guess, photographed by Ellen Von Unwerth (1993)
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msneedful-ispleaseful · 7 months
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"Sorry Teach'"
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Summary: It's week two with Kakashi sense of trying every position in kama Sutra
"ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Kakashiii" The grey-haired man roughed your body up in "Sitting Bamboo" You were laid on your back with one leg bent as he hooked his thighs over it, and your other leg thrown over his shoulder. This position let him get as deep as when you guys were in "Suspended Congress" or as you liked to call it "Tarzan" One particular thrust made your body jerk and your eyes settled back on his, his eye cover was off showing honest and vulnerability like he only did with you.
"Se-sensei! its to much" his pelvis was smacking your clit every time he cams down he reached his hand to where you were connected swiping slick on his thumb and pressing it softly to your clit to ease teh sting and ache while cooing at you "Shhh, shhh it ok? its ok baby, youre gonna be juuuust fine mhm!" his thrust slowed down wet and warm slow and deep it made you wanna melt into him all over again so you did, your squirted on his big fat cock that was slowly speeding up, his words gentle, and he paid such babyish care to your clit but your insides were sore and wet body bouncing with every pump
Tears pricked your eyes as he came inside for the fourth time. "Hey, hey..heeey" he slapped your cheek bringing you back to earth "hm?" you moaned out his ministrations on clit still not stopping "Ready for a new position?" at that you just whined as you felt him roll you over anyway. He stood up off the bed grabbed your hips and raised them with him bringing you two into "The whellbarrow"
Your ass was flushed to his pelvis like this, jiggling at every turn, your smooth brown skin brusing purple after hours of this rough treatment and your skirt was soiled, he thrusted hard and fast making you grip onto the sheets as to not fall "Sensei!" he slapped your ass and went harder the sting of his thrust moving everywhere squirt sprays out and cum drips as he moves his knees back on the bed and leans back "Bounce. Now." you look back pout on your face and move into "Booty Bounce" position ass bouncing to the maximum off his pelvis getting fatter from the swelling of him, pudgy stomach bulging from his cock it was all so much he came again and again and again.
Hours later.....
"Oh, you are awake?" you could feel something cold and wet sliding up your leg you looked down to see the mess gone and on a rag that he used to wipe you with, you were laid down in comfy blankets, the room warm "mhm, did i..?" "pass out? yeah. its ok baby come here" he laid behind you and scooped you up in his arms nuzzling into you sore body with gentleness and you both went to sleep spooning.
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gleetournaments · 18 days
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The Ultimate Episode Tournament: Round 3 Match 6
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pearl-blue-musings · 1 year
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Never Been Kissed: Sakusa Kiyoomi
Look…. I know I should be doing other things but this came to me on my first flight home so deal with it
Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader
You were always the easiest option for him. You’ve been one of the few people who wasn’t thrown off by his quirks and his love of volleyball. In fact, you encouraged him to keep doing it despite what his family and friends had said. Yes, you were the designated childhood friend. Beloved by Komori, confusing to Hinata, adored by Bokuto, and sought after by Atsumu.
But there was only one who was truly in your heart.
You knew he had a hard time dating, with his demanding schedule and set of standards and you were willing to help him into the world of dating. But for some reason he always turned down your help or would instead say “just be my plus one. You know me best” which would leave you confused. Was Sakusa Kiyoomi aware of the effect he had on you? You’ve figured probably not. Considering he invited you as his plus one to the MSBY holiday party and fundraiser. The team was encouraged to bring friends and family, and if they were allowed, significant others. Hence your confusion as his date.
Well, not date per say. Just a stand in so others wouldn’t bother him.
And you looked the part, a little too well Sakusa would add. He wasn’t very fond of the leering looks Atsumu was sending your way when the masked player was conversing with others. It never bothered him that you were always around, but seeing other people fawn over you the way he does? Unacceptable.
Oh, this feeling of his has returned again. Whenever he catches himself looking at you for too long, or the way your eyes would crinkle when he would make a deadpan comment. Your presence has always calmed him and made him feel special and wanted in ways volleyball couldn’t fill. Oh. He thinks he knows what this feeling is.
“Sorry to interrupt but I need to talk to them.”
His voice escaped behind his mask faster than he could think. Your eyes widen in surprise and you nod along, waving Atsumu goodbye. He takes you to the next room, smaller and looks to be a greenhouse within the venue. The snow falling on the glass above you in the moonlight twinkles the world around you and you realize that you’re truly alone with him with all your racing thoughts. The suit he’s in has your heart beating faster than before and you do your best to calm your breathing.
“I don’t like it when you talk to them.”
Blunt as always, you’re thrown out of your thoughts when you cross your arms with a quirked eyebrow. “Talk to who? Your teammates?” He nods and darts his eyes away. His hands dig deeper into his pockets and he fiddles and flexes his fingers. Why is he so sweaty? It’s just you, his best friend from childhood, who looks absolutely beautiful under the moonlight amongst the greenery. “Kiyo, are you jealous?” You smirk at him and you notice the tips of his ears turn red. Holy shit he is.
Your face drops as you slowly approach him. “Kiyoomi-“
“That’s all I wanted to say. Make sure to sanitize after being around Miya and Bokuto. I may share a locker room with them but don’t truly trust their hygiene habits.”
Your eyes soften at his words as his gaze still doesn’t quite meet yours. You can tell by the motion of his mask that he’s nervously biting his lips. His fingers continue to fidget in his pocket and his breathing gets shallow. Since you’re so close to him, you’re one of the few people he allows to involuntarily touch him. You calmly place a hand on his shoulder and one on his opposite elbow. You raise up on your toes and lean in gently to kiss his mask-covered lips. You’re not surprised by the weird taste but you could feel him relax under your touch before you pulled away. “S-sorry,” you whisper. “I wanted to calm you down and well, I’ve always wanted to do that…”
Black pupils widen and his mouth forms an O shape. He removes his hands from his pockets and quickly takes off his mask with your face downcast so you don’t notice him bare faced and coming closer to your frame. It’s not until you feel his index finger tip your chin up to look at him.
“You missed,” was all he muttered before capturing your lips in a slow heated kiss. From everything you know about him, this was his first real kiss. So you lean into his touch and carefully wrap your hands around his neck. He pulls away panting before his nose brushes yours. “I’ve never kissed anyone before, could we do it again? Preferably in front of Atsumu.”
You smirk and chuckle. “You’re still jealous, aren’t you?”
He holds your hand tighter as you exit the greenhouse and re-enter the party.
“No, I just want to show him who’s better.”
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cinematic-literature · 9 months
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Never Been Kissed (1999) by Raja Gosnell
Book title: As You Like It (1599-1600) by William Shakespeare
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someonesdeaddaughterr · 2 months
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gleecontext · 3 months
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GLEE S02E06 Never Been Kissed
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honeywrds · 7 months
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I look at the effortlessly pretty girls and take notes but never get to be pretty like that. never had someone talk dreamily about the color of my eyes. never had someone shyly confessing how much they fancy me. never had a poem nor a song written about me. never even got a rose on valentine's day.
I used to go on sleepless nights wondering what was that I lacked. wasn't I funny enough? interesting enough? was it my face?
how could I know? so I did the only reasonable thing I could think of. I learned to admire the bottomless pit of my plain black eyes, I wrote love letters to every version of myself, realized how quirky my mind was and got really good at being on my own.
now at twenty-five, I no longer miss a person I've never met. in fact, I find it hard to alter my sacred routine of one to let anyone in.
so how can I miss being chosen if I've never known how it feels like? why do I still find myself trying to look into the mirror for answers as to why hasn't anyone looked at me with loving eyes and undying yearning?
why does love come so easy for some but it's been an uphill battle for me? why is everyone exceedingly better at it than I've ever been?
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wildspringday · 1 year
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omeletdreamer · 3 months
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read two books IN A ROW with demisexual representation 😌
might be the FIRST two books I've ever read with demi representation and I'm giggling and kicking my feet
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(ps, let's be friends on Storygraph if you have it! I'm omeletdreamer over there as well 😁)
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persephone-nymph · 6 months
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Drew Barrymore photographed by Ellen Von Unwerth, 1995
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