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DIR EN GREY - TOUR23 PHALARIS -Vol II-

GRIEF

↳ How to pedagogically engage with your audience: singing vs signing the lyrics

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Jimin Jungkook en foto OT7 en BTS_twt y rkive instagram e instagram stories en 2024

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잊어버리면 안돼요

no puedes olvidar

BTS_twt X 11 jun. 2024

다녀왔습니다!

¡Ya estoy de vuelta!

bts foto 2024 de los 7 juntos T T

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Here's the planet woodwinds live on, T'oosuetoo! It's similar to Earth but slightly bigger, only having 2 continents + 1 pole (that's cold, at least), and it orbits an Orange Dwarf Star (lower temperature compared to the Yellow Dwarf Star we have, the planet is also closer to it). Might end up changing some of it's colors in the future, but here's what it looks like for now :]

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[nylwnder]

LUKE MOTHERFUCKING SCHENN GOAL

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La Sensomotricidad y la psicomotricidad en la infancia son conceptos clave en el desarrollo de los niños a lo largo de la vida.

Sensomotricidad:  se refiere a la interacción entre los sentidos y el movimiento. En la infancia, los niños desarrollan habilidades sensoriales (vista, oído, tacto) y habilidades motoras (movimiento y coordinación) que les permiten explorar su entorno y relacionarse con él. El desarrollo de la Sensomotricidad es esencial para adquirir habilidades cognitivas y sociales.

Las habilidades sensoriales: se refieren a la capacidad del cuerpo para percibir y procesar la información sensorial del entorno. Estas habilidades involucran los cinco sentidos principales: vista, oído, tacto, gusto y olfato. Estas habilidades desempeñan un papel crucial en la percepción y la interacción con el entorno, así como en la toma de decisiones y la comprensión del mundo que nos rodea. El desarrollo y el funcionamiento adecuado de estas habilidades son esenciales para la vida cotidiana y la comunicación.

1. Vista: La habilidad de ver y procesar información visual, como la percepción de colores, formas, distancias y movimientos.

2. Oído: La capacidad de escuchar y procesar sonidos, distinguir tonos, direcciones y reconocer el habla.

3. Tacto: Incluye la capacidad de sentir y procesar texturas, temperaturas, presión y dolor a través de la piel y las terminaciones nerviosas.

4. Gusto: La habilidad de saborear y distinguir diferentes sabores, como dulce, salado, amargo, ácido y umami.

5. Olfato: Implica la percepción y el procesamiento de olores a través del sistema olfativo.

Las habilidades motoras: se refieren a la habilidad de una persona para realizar movimientos físicos de manera precisa y coordinada. Estas implican la interacción armoniosa de los sistemas musculares y nerviosos para llevar a cabo movimientos específicos. El desarrollo de estas es fundamental en el crecimiento y el aprendizaje de los niños. A medida que los niños practican y perfeccionan estas habilidades, adquieren un mayor control sobre su cuerpo y mejoran su capacidad para realizar actividades cotidianas y participar en diversas actividades físicas y deportivas.

1. Coordinación motora fina: Esta habilidad implica movimientos pequeños y precisos, como escribir, dibujar, abrochar botones o recortar con tijeras. Requiere un control fino de los músculos y una coordinación precisa.

2. Coordinación motora gruesa: Se refiere a movimientos más grandes que involucran grupos musculares más grandes, como correr, saltar, nadar o andar en bicicleta. La coordinación motora gruesa es esencial para la movilidad y el equilibrio.

3. Coordinación ojo-mano: Esta capacidad implica la sincronización entre la vista y el movimiento de las manos. Es fundamental en actividades como atrapar una pelota, lanzar un dardo o ensartar cuentas en un hilo.

4. Coordinación bilateral: La habilidad de coordinar movimientos con ambos lados del cuerpo, como tocar un instrumento musical con ambas manos o caminar de manera equilibrada.

5. Coordinación temporal: Implica la capacidad de realizar movimientos en el momento adecuado, como bailar al ritmo de la música o ejecutar movimientos sincronizados en un deporte.

2.Psicomotricidad: es una disciplina que se enfoca en la relación entre el aspecto emocional, cognitivo y motor de un niño. Busca comprender cómo las emociones, la cognición y el movimiento se integran en el desarrollo infantil. La psicomotricidad se utiliza para evaluar y mejorar la coordinación, la percepción y la expresión emocional.

 La evolución psicomotriz de niños y niñas se basa principalmente en la maduración neurológica, donde el desarrollo de los órganos sensoriales va de la mano con el motor. Comienza con movimientos básicos y progresa hacia conductas motrices principales, que a su vez facilitan movimientos más complejos en juegos y deportes. La percepción del entorno desde una edad temprana ayuda a construir esquemas mentales y contribuye al desarrollo cognitivo. El crecimiento, la maduración, el ambiente y el desarrollo son aspectos clave en este proceso.

Las capacidades motrices, también conocidas como psicomotrices o psicomotrices básicas, tienen diversas clasificaciones en la literatura especializada. Las diferencias principales radican en los términos utilizados y en su traducción al castellano.

Las capacidades motrices, principalmente influenciadas por la corriente psicomotriz, están estrechamente relacionadas con los procesos cognitivos, especialmente con la percepción. La percepción del medio que rodea al alumno, desde muy pequeño, le ayuda a construir esquemas mentales de su entorno más inmediato, su exploración será posible gracias al desarrollo del movimiento y conllevará la adquisición de capacidades que darán lugar al desarrollo cognitivo (Tamarit, 2016). (43)

Este parte de los movimientos básicos (postura, desplazamiento, manipulación de objetos, etc.) para llegar a las principales conductas motrices (marcha, carrera, saltos, recepción, lanzamiento, etc.), los cuales desencadenan y facilitan los movimientos más complejos propios de los juegos y deportes (Gil, 2003). (38)

Uno de sus componentes es el esquema corporal, que se refiere al conocimiento global e inmediato de nuestro propio cuerpo en relación con el espacio y los objetos que nos rodean, entre estas habilidades motrices básicas está caminar, correr, saltar, escalar, trepar.

Su evolución se basa en leyes fundamentales del desarrollo psicomotor, como la ley cefalocaudal, la ley próximo-distal, la ley de flexores-extensores y la ley de lo general a lo específico. En su evolución se pueden distinguir tres grandes periodos, siendo el primero de 0 a 3 años donde el niño aún no discrimina entre el yo y el mundo.

a) Habilidades Perceptivo-Motrices. Son propias del comienzo de la etapa Infantil y han sido estudiadas, mayoritariamente, por la corriente psicomotriz.

1.- Esquema Corporal. Le Boulch (1986) lo define como “intuición global o conocimiento inmediato de nuestro propio cuerpo,

Su evolución se basa en las leyes “fundamentales” del desarrollo psicomotor. El desarrollo del cerebro consiste en una evolución progresiva del centro a la periferia o tele encefalización (Bueno, Del Valle y De la Vega, 2011)

2.- Lateralidad. Es el predominio de un hemisferio cerebral sobre el otro y es un componente muy significativo del Esquema Corporal. Su proceso evolutivo se divide en cuatro fases, (Sassano, 2015).

• 1ª Fase: Localización (3 años).

 • 2ª Fase: Fijación (4-5 años).

• 3ª Fase: Desarrollo (6-8 años)

 • 4ª Fase: Maduración y Ambidextrismo (a partir de 8-10 años)

3.- Estructuración Espacial. Es la capacidad de distinguir y ubicar personas y objetos en un espacio tridimensional (Pastor, 1994). Su evolución va paralela a la maduración corporal.

4.- Estructuración Temporal. Durante la etapa primaria, niñas y niños irán pasando de la percepción temporal inmediata a la posibilidad de representar mentalmente estructuras rítmicas de complejidad creciente que constituyen el soporte de los aprendizajes motores con representación mental (Fernández García -coord-, 2002).

5.- Ritmo. El ritmo viene dado por la organización temporal de las secuencias del movimiento.

En resumen, tanto la Sensomotricidad como la psicomotricidad son fundamentales en el crecimiento de los niños, ya que influyen en su capacidad para explorar el mundo, aprender, comunicarse y desarrollarse de manera integral.

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{H o n e y L e m o n S o d a} ~ A Y U M I Endou {+}/{x} U K A Ishimori

{C a p'd by Me} (A S K to U s e!)

[marjoange34]

Sims 4 Entrer en contact avec Edith l'enfant fantôme

[lovesummertimetvmagazine]

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#GuerraCivil2024EEUU , @GuerraCivil2024EEUU

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@molotovmx

@XochitlGalvez

te habla Carlos Pascual: Querida Xóchitl, tengo algo que confesarte: 

 

tienes razón, yo también tengo miedo. Mucho miedo. 

 

El enfoque que tus publicistas le han dado a tu campaña: "Tengan miedo", es certero. Lo lograron. 

 

Tengo mucho miedo de que, en tu primer día como gobernante, pegues un chicle masticado en la silla presidencial. 

 

Tengo miedo de que, cuando te coloquen la banda tricolor, te pongas a bailar como oso con pandero. 

 

Tengo miedo de que mi presidenta le bese la mano a la marquesa Cayetana y le bese los pies a cualquier monarca europeo que venga a nuestra república. 

 

Me da miedo que, en tu investidura, estén ahí sentados, en primera fila, Aznar, Fox, Calderón, Milei. 

 

Me da miedo que salga de prisión tu hermana la secuestradora, más empoderada que nunca. 

 

Me da miedo que se te vaya el telepromter y ya no sepas si estás en el Congreso o en la Feria del Mole. 

 

Me da miedo que no puedas hilar dos frases de manera coherente y que, si lo logras, sea con puro "cabrona, chingona, pendejié, huevones". (En tu nuevo spot utilizas ¡¡30!! veces la palabra chingón, ya sea como adjetivo o verbo. ¡Qué buena propuesta de gobierno! ¡) 

 

Tengo miedo de que nombres a Alito secretario de Gobernación o a Lily Téllez secretaria de Hacienda. 

 

 Me da miedo que, en tu primera reunión de gabinete, propongas desmantelar Pemex, regresarle Iberdrola a los españoles, cerrar refinerías que no existen o que ordenes la construcción de una "mega cárcel", tipo Bukele, en la que querrás encerrar a puros prietos, nacos y jodidos. Como lo hace Bukele. 

 

Me da miedo que la gente que te maneja utilice su dinero y su poder para descarrilar el proceso de las elecciones. 

 

 Tengo miedo de que, si pierdes, -porque las encuestas te separan hasta en 30 puntos de Claudia- no aceptes el resultado y de nuevo, los que te manejan a ti y al dinero, quieran quemar todo para gobernar desde las cenizas. Y por último, me da miedo que no aceptes lo que eres. 

Me explico. 

Decían que Barack Obama era un "coco": negro por fuera, pero blanco por dentro. Y sí, resultó ser más blanco que los más radicales. Así tú. Dices que eres indígena, pero tu espíritu, tu cerebro y tu cartera están al servicio de aquellos blancos clasistas y racistas que han devorado a México. 

 

Esos sí que dan miedo porque están enfermos de odio. Enajenados. Sí, Xóchitl, tengo miedo. 

 

Tengo miedo porque eres un cascarón vacío y no tienes más que aire y gracejadas idiotas en la cabeza. Y te crees muy chingona. 

 

                         Carlos Pascual. 

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@XochitlGalvez Carlos Pascual speaks to you: Dear Xóchitl, I have something to confess to you: you are right, I am afraid too. Very afraid. The approach your publicists have given to your campaign: "Be afraid," is accurate. They did it. I am very afraid that, on your first day as president, you will stick a piece of chewed gum on the presidential chair. I'm afraid that when they put the tricolor sash on you, you'll start dancing like a bear with a tambourine. I am afraid that my president will kiss the hand of the Marchioness Cayetana and kiss the feet of any European monarch who comes to our republic. I'm afraid that, at your inauguration, Aznar, Fox, Calderón, Milei are sitting there in the front row. I'm afraid that your sister, the kidnapper, will come out of prison, more empowered than ever. I'm afraid that your telepromter will go out and you will no longer know if you are in Congress or at the Mole Fair. I'm afraid that you can't string together two sentences coherently and that, if you do manage to do so, it will be with pure "carrona, chingona, asshole, idiots." (In your new spot you use the word chingón 30!! times, either as an adjective or verb. What a good government proposal!) I'm afraid that you will appoint Alito as Secretary of the Interior or Lily Téllez as Secretary of the Treasury. I'm afraid that, in your first cabinet meeting, you will propose to dismantle Pemex, return Iberdrola to the Spanish, close refineries that do not exist or that you will order the construction of a "mega prison", Bukele type, in which you will want to lock up pure black people. , nacos and fucked. As Bukele does. I'm afraid that the people who manage you will use their money and power to derail the election process. I am afraid that, if you lose, -because the polls separate you by up to 30 points from Claudia- you will not accept the result and again, those who manage you and the money, will want to burn everything to govern from the ashes. And lastly, I'm afraid that you don't accept what you are. I explain. They said that Barack Obama was a "bogeyman": black on the outside, but white on the inside. And yes, he turned out to be whiter than the most radical ones. So you. You say you are indigenous, but your spirit, your brain and your wallet are at the service of those classist and racist whites who have devoured Mexico. Those are scary because they are sick with hate. Alienated. Yes, Xóchitl, I am afraid. I'm afraid because you are an empty shell and you have nothing but air and idiotic jokes in your head. And you think you're very cool. Carlos Pascual.Was this translation accurate? Give us feedback so we can improve:

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jmjk enviaron carta vídeo - jmjk hasta la entrada a su sm ellos en lo suyo de Are You Sure?¡ - jmjk grabaron el día de su entrada a su sm

JiminxJungKook Are You Sure?! Sapporo Disney+ Season3 Episode 8 Fin de Temporada

Inicio viaje el 14 Jul 2023 Sigue viaje el 25 Nov 2023~FIN

[BANGTAN BOMB] RM, Jimin, V, Jung Kook’s Entrance Ceremony with BTS - BTS (방탄소년단)

(Jimin, Jungkook que deja un mensaje de ida y vuelta sanos y salvos para ARMY)

BTS_twt X 12 dic. 2023

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시간은 간다 !!! 으쌰!!! 💜

el tiempo pasa !!! eussha!!! 💜

[t/n eussha es una onomatopeya que tiene un significado similar a 'luchar' 'tener fuerza'!]

[rudyboxman57]

Olympiaplein 61 , te Hengelo. Hier kwamen wij wonen vanuit de v. Spilbergenstraat 131-1 hoog te Amsterdam. Voor het eerst mijn eigen slaapkamer en de Abba- tijd rond 1973-1974. Het lied "ROCK YOUR BABY van George Mccrae op 1 in de top 40 in 1974." Rudy Boxman #Amsterdam #Hengelo

[randomshenaniganery]

GROWN UP HUGH???

MY SON IS BIG???

Keith's route shows how naive and completely unaware Yves is, and on the contrary, how unexpectedly insightful Licht.

I really love this guy, but he usually shows no interest in anything at all, except swordplay and horseback riding… But he notices the smallest details and recognises love affairs… This man is a mystery…

I love it)

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En esta página, te mantendremos actualizado sobre nuestras iniciativas, propuestas y eventos que están transformando positivamente nuestra amada comunidad de Baitoa. Como candidato a la alcaldía, mi compromiso es trabajar incansablemente para construir un Baitoa moderno, inclusivo y lleno de oportunidades.

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[jezebelblues]

la vie en rose | h.s

summary: lovey sunday morning in bed that ends with him buried inside her.

cw: smut18+ - penetration (p in v), unprotected sex, smidge of daddy kink, fluff, fem!reader, unedited. tried to be grammatically correct by using upper case if that makes u go wild

word count: approx 2.2k

| ladies forgive me this is like my 2nd time writing smut! building the skill brick by brick fr. mwah :*

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The morning light slipped through the curtains in soft streams, casting a gentle warmth over the room. The air was still, the kind of quiet that only existed in muted peace with a lover, when the world outside felt distant and time seemed to stretch endlessly. Harry lay on his back, his arm lazily draped around YN’s waist, nestled comfortably into his side like a bear seeking habitat for hibernation. His skin was warm and solid against her, a tingling heat that could have her melt in him.

She stirred first, not fully awake but aware of the weight of his arm holding her. The familiar scent of him - something faintly earthy and sweet - wrapped around her like a second blanket, and for a long moment, she didn’t want to move. His curls smelt like his lavender bergamot shampoo, locks disheveled from letting his hair dry in his sleep. The simplicity of waking up next to him was entrancing, before the world rushed in with all its noise.

He shifted beside her, his nose nuzzling into the crook of her neck, curls tickling her skin. He mumbled something incoherent, half-awake, and then murmured, “Morning, love.” His voice was low and raspy from sleep, the sound of it sending a current through her.

Her eyes fluttered open, but just barely. She didn’t need to see him to know the expression on his face - the soft, lazy smile that always greeted her in the mornings, the way his eyes crinkled at the edges, even when he was half asleep. His fingers trailed absentmindedly along her side, tracing little patterns that sent shivers up her spine. The scent of home and freshly washed sheets stuck to her skin like melted sugar, and Harry swore she was hypnotizing.

“Could stay like this all day.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, then her cheek, his lips lingering just enough to make her want more. There was something about the way he held her, like she was the most precious thing in the world, and she could feel that tenderness in every touch, every kiss. His fingers grazed her arm, barely there, as if he was savoring every inch of her skin.

She smiled sleepily, her voice still thick with the dreams that lingered faintly in the back of her head. “You say that every morning.”

“Mean it every time.” Harry hums, his tone playful but full of affection. He shifted slightly, pulling her closer, as if he needed to feel her heart beat against his. There was a raw intimacy in the way he held her, not just the physical closeness, but the quiet comfort of knowing that this was where he belonged.

For a while, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other, neither of them willing to break the spell of the morning. Outside, the world moved on without them, but in here, time seemed to pause. Her head rested on his chest, rising and falling with his breath, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the soft fabric of his t-shirt. She felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm, a sound more comforting than any lullaby.

His gaze lingered on her face, his eyes tracing every detail, like he was memorizing the way she looked in the morning light. Her features were soft from sleep, cheeks flush and eyes a bit puffy. In that moment he wished he had the talent to paint, encapsulating her beauty in delicate watercolors. “Y’look so pretty when you sleep,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Like an angel.”

She opened one eye, catching the adoring smile on his face, that lopsided grin he always gave her when he was in one of his affectionate moods. “You’re such a sap, Styles.” YN teased, though her voice held no real bite.

His smile widened, the dimples in his cheeks deepening as he laughed softly. “Maybe. But you love it.”

She tried to roll her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. There was something about him, the way he could make her feel completely at ease, completely loved, that always got to her. She parted her lips to speak, but in one fluid motion, Harry rolled her onto him, making her squeal in surprise. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her against him as he laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. His fingers traced along the curve of her waist from underneath his shirt that hung loosely around her frame, his eyes softening. They basked in the sounds of their breathing, the girl rising and falling atop him from every breath he took. He trailed his hand upward, combing his fingers through her hair. "She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning against the balcony railing, holding the universe together." He smiled gently, his voice airy and dipped in honey.

Her giggle was breathy and melodic as her fingers reached for his cheek, pinching it ever so slightly with a delicate shake. The two had a thing for randomly quoting literature, and she couldn’t believe he beat her to it this Sunday morning. An excerpt that made her cheeks tinge a shade of pink, the love he felt toward her dripping from the borrowed words. “Shut up.” She smiled, poking his nose.

His expression didn’t change as he adjusted his large hands back under her shirt, brushing up her back, the pad of his index right along her spine. His heart fluttered with the sight upon him, every inch of her skin the tips of his fingers touched belonging to him. His movement slowed to a halt at the top of her waist, gently guiding her down to let his lips meet hers.

The kiss was slow, lingering, a quiet promise in the way his lips moved against hers. His hands continued their exploration over the familiar land as he deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of her. When they finally pulled apart, Harry rested his forehead against hers, his breath cool on her skin.

His lips grazed her neck, the softest of kisses, but enough to send a shiver through her body. He mingled there, his exhales ticking her skin, goosebumps cascading down her body, as his lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear - making her sigh softly. The weight of her body straddling his felt comforting, grounding, but there was something electric in the way his hands moved, slow and teasing.

Her own fingers responded instinctively, running her fingers along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the tautness of the muscles under her touch. She could sense his heartbeat quickening, matching the growing pulse she felt in her core. She let her hand roam across his torso, her fingertips tracing the lines of his chest and abdomen, delighting in the way he shivered slightly under her touch.

Harry's breath hitched as her fingers brushed lower, and he let out a soft groan, pulling her down beside him. He gripped her waist, her leg tightly looping around his as their lips met again.

Everything about the moment felt slow, deliberate - like they had all the time in the world, yet neither of them wanted to wait any longer. His lips left hers to trail down her jaw, over the sensitive skin just below her ear again. His voice, soft and hoarse, whispered against her, "Turn around.” The sheets rustled with her compliance, the arm that lied beneath her head bending as he placed a light hand around her throat.

YN’s breath hitched, a heat pooling her inner thighs and drenching her sunshine yellow panties. His lips brushed against the crook of her neck, bunching the hem of her shirt up a bit as he pulled her underwear down to her knees. His sigh was heavy, the length of his cock slapping against the small of her back as he freed himself. He mumbled something under his breath, lips skimming along the space where her shoulder and neck met, his hand finding itself between her legs, pulling her thigh upward and hooking the bend of his elbow around her knee. He shifts his hips to line himself with her cunt, YN reaching down to keep him in place. A groan tumbles from his lips as he pushes past her wet folds, filling her completely. She gasps at the feeling of his cock stretching her, Harry tugging the hand on her neck roughly to force her between his head and shoulders, tightening his grip ever so slightly while he keeps his thrusts at a tauntingly slow pace. “Such a good girl.” He murmured absentmindedly, too lost in the pleasure of her walls enveloping him completely.

Her eyes fluttered shut, soft moans emitting from her as he moves his hips quicker. Her arousal doused his cock, wetting her inner thighs - allowing for the noise of wet skin slapping against one another to reverberate off the white walls of their bedroom. She turns her head, peppering sloppy kisses along his jaw as she reaches her arm back to tangle her fingers in his curls.

All their noises combined made a symphony of pleasure, the coil in YN’s core tightening with every push of his hips. Harry’s breath came and went in short gasps, a gleam of sweat slicking his skin. The grip that held her leg up slipped inward and past where he pounded into her, fingers stretching up to the spot where the head of his cock bulged the space beneath her bellybutton from inside, a moan escaping him at the feeling of it. “Daddy-“ She whimpered, tightening around his length while his chin dipped slightly, teeth sinking into the fleshier part of her shoulder. Her head pulled back further into him, his bite light enough to not break her skin, but harsh enough to leave an indent.

He removes his touch from her belly, slapping the bottom of her thigh harshly before holding it up again. She was unable to form anything coherent, her face becoming a shade of red from how much air she lost from her moans. He hummed, low and airy, “Y’pussy is so tight for daddy.”

He selfishly pushed deeper into her, not wanting any void of space left inside of her. He could feel her walls flutter around him, her back barely arching from his chest behind her. He lightened the grip on her throat, holding onto her chin as he forced her to look at him, her lips pouted from his grasp. “Baby-“ He groaned, eyes burrowing into hers. “Fuck- y’gonna come, hm?” He tried to coo through his grunts, his girl’s eyebrows in a furrow from the knot in her belly. She nodded into his hand, eyes wide in desperation. He pulled her chin upward a bit more, his nose brushing against her top lip as he gazed at her through his eyelashes. “Look at me, bunny, don’t move.”

She whimpered, her bum and thighs a flush of pink from the force of his thrusts. YN kept her eyes open, even if they fell half-lidded - knowing Harry would stop if she didn’t listen.

Her legs threatened to close from the pleasure, but Harry forced them to open wider - intentionally teetering her breaking point with a lazy smile spread across his lips. His eyes never left hers, watching every twist and scrunch of ecstasy dance upon her features. Her moans and whimpers were messy, his curls between her fingers tight as she jerked his head back. YN forced her eyes wide, lips parted and unable to close as her release built intensely. His smile turned into a smirk, gazing down at her pretty face through a half-lidded gaze. His cock twitched as she tightened around him once more, her orgasm evident in her expression as she came greedily over his length. He rode out her high, forehead falling against hers while guttural groans made his chest vibrate. His thrusts were sloppy and quick, a small whimper falling from his lips as he shot white ribbons of come inside her.

A beat of heavy synchronized heartbeats and rapid breaths befall them, Harry gently pulling her leg down to finally rest - his length slipping out, nestled between her thighs. She lets out a light sigh as the brunette draped his arm over the curve of her waist, pulling her closer as he presses delicate kisses against her temple.

YN hummed, eyes fluttering to a close as the rhythm of her boyfriend’s chest rising and falling abutting against her - lulled her to the brink of slumber. “For nothing, not the sun, not the rain-” She paused, voice raspy from her previous moans and the sleep that loomed over her. If she didn’t love this book so much, she would’ve forgotten the excerpt entirely. “not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.”

Harry was rested into the crook of her neck, and she could feel the way his lips spread into a smile. His thumbs rubbed circles along her hip bone, his breathing slowing. He let out an airy giggle before he parted his rosy lips, "I shoot hot bolts into you. I make your ovaries incandescent."

They both rippled with easy laughter, feeling his belly flutter against her back with every giggle. The sun rose higher as the morning continued to pass by them, birds chirping and cars rolling down their street. They lay intertwined, bodies melting into each other and moulding into one being, each breath in perfect harmony. And in that moment they both could swear this is what heaven must feel like.