Sami Zayn Sex Headcannons

Originally posted by heyambrose

I love this guy so much!!! He’s so adorable and my little hipster could treat me right (I’m kidding, he’s not hipster)

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- I don’t think he’d be into very rough sex, I don’t know why. I just can’t imagine anything too extreme (like full bdsm). But I could imagine him pinning you to the wall to make out with you and undress you. 

- I feel like he wouldn’t have a daddy kink, maybe he’s allow you to call him ‘sir’ occasionally but I think that’s as far as he would go.

- Will still bend you over his lap though, and spank you. It would range from light taps to quite hard (the hard slaps would be little and rarely though).

- Big fan of giving instead of receiving where foreplay is concerned. But he will accept a blowjob off you, just sometimes. 

- Very big fan of morning sex. I think he’d wake up first in most circumstances and feel the need to wake you up by eating you out first thing in the morning. And he’d know for sure that you’re awake because he’d feel your hands run through his hair and tug, then the moaning would start.

- I’m willing to bet he’s a huge tease. I mean you will most probably have to beg at least 5 times until he at least thinks about fucking you. That’s one of the reasons I think he has a praise kink.

- He’d laugh when he found out how much you love the feel of his beard in between your legs. Then he’d go as red as his hair. But he’d make sure you know he knew by making sure to tease your thighs with his beard the next time he went down on you.

- If he ever stayed at your parent’s house with you, he’d abide by the ‘no sex’ rule, but oral surely wouldn’t count right? So the stay would consist of you just giving each other oral. 

- He isn’t fussed about being top or bottom. He would only care about pleasuring you the most. So if you were too tired, he’d be on top. If it was in the middle of the night and you were horny, he’d let you ride him into the sunset. Either way, sex with him would be pleasurable. 

- Orgasm ratio with him would be 2:1 to you. First through him eating you out, and then him fucking you. 

- Seriously, his favourite place is in between your legs.

I wrote this on the train earlier inspired by 2 people in the hotel today near where we were sat randomly doing  the below, except not the bit that wouldn’t be appropriate in public.  There’s a bit under the cut, but you don’t have to read it. This is just nonsense.


“You know you did though.”

“What?” It comes out more high pitched than Zayn intended, but that’s okay as it does more to show how (fake) indignant he’s being.

“You know exactly what Zayn Malik,” as Liam speaks, he gestures towards the table before he does a sweeping motion with his hand towards his own torso.

Zayn lifts up the bottle of beer, raises it to his lips, has a sip and tries, but fails of course to disguise his smirk as he places the beer back onto the table.

“Still struggling to see the problem Li.”

Liam lets out a huff of indignation as he reaches for his phone and taps at the screen loudly, shooting a glare Zayn’s way as he does.

“What you doing now?” Zayn asks. 

 "I’m sure there must be divorce lawyers who work 24/7 in this city.“ 

Zayn barks out a laugh. "Liam, come on, it’s just a game of monopoly that’s all.”

Liam shakes his head, but puts the phone down anyway. “Not having that, you rewriting history, I mean I know it was my idea to have a game of monopoly, but I distinctly remember that it was your idea to make it into strip monopoly.”

Zayn nods, knows he looks far too pleased with himself and can’t even be arsed to hide it now, it rates pretty high in the book of genius ideas he’s come up with when he’s been 3 sheets to the wind.

“True, but it’s not my fault someone,” he points at Liam as he emphasises the last word, “is so rusty at the game is it?”

He’s a liar of course. It’s entirely his fault.

"Not rusty you knob, someone’s dirty tactics involved sending me out on errands every other time just before my turn and cause of that I’m sat here with just 1 sock left on and me boxers." 

 Zayn’s eyebrows dart up and down quickly. "I noticed Li." 

 There’s a louder huff and muttered words that Zayn can’t make out. 

“Anyway babe, how can I rig something that’s dependent on you throwing the dice?”

Liam pulls his face and bites at his lip, but then he’s shaking his head. 

“That’s a good point, but I’m pretty sure you didn’t have all the green properties before I went and got us a bag of popcorn, and I know you definitely didn’t have all the red properties and 3 hotels and 4 apartments before I went and made sure the toilet didn’t have a leak when your hearing which is normally bloody shit whenever we have a plumbing issue and I need a hand, suddenly turned into supersonic level hearing .”

Zayn throws up his hand in mock horror, but can’t keep the smile off his face.

“It’s a big thing to accuse your husband of cheating you know babe, now I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you suggest that and we’ll carry on with this nice civilised  game of monopoly.”

“Strip.” Liam adds.

“Only if I lose a turn babe.”  Zayn fires back and ducks just in time to avoid the pillow thrown in his direction. 

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The first foray back into canon AU for ages and it’s not mega long but long enough to put some under the cut.  Ziam in New York.



Days pass by in a blur.  

Liam’s lost count of how many people he’s hugged, how being on a private plane once upon a time was an exciting novelty but at the risk of being a complete pop star about it, it’s like getting on the 63 back home in Wolverhampton these days.

He’s so excited, even with all that’s along with it and that he doesn’t like to dwell on, Paddy sometimes tries to draw him out on it, sees the signs and sometimes he’ll try to draw it out with humour, other times with an arm flung around Liam’s shoulder.

Liam plays along like it works sometimes, and he and Paddy both know the truth but Paddy will ruffle his hair or give him that grin that conflicts with the concern in his eyes but he leaves it be.

Liam steals time, private time, where he can even if it’s five minutes, even if it’s two, even if he can only just say, “Hi, I miss you,” and even if there’s only enough time before the wheels go up for the response to be “Never as much as I miss you, babe”

They send each other selfies when they first wake up, and just before, in Liam’s case at least and he suspects it’s the same for Zayn, half-hearted attempts to sleep.

And he counts down the days.  Each morning, he gets a text from Zayn with just a number on it, has done, every day since they last saw each other.

“I take it he sent you a zero this time,” Liam looks up and takes off his sunglasses and he can feel himself blushing, except he’s not embarrassed, not really and he shrugs at Paddy’s words, can’t stop the grin and Paddy returns it and this time there isn’t concern.

Liam’s vaguely aware of Charlie and Paddy ribbing him, but he doesn’t care, he just looks down at the phone screen and there’s never been a better sight. 


Liam shuts the door behind him, it’s late, and his head’s spinning with praise and plans for his future. 

He doesn’t care, he takes one more step, then another till he rounds a corner and there, right there, that’s what’s better than any zero. 

Zayn’s holding onto the remote control, kind of.  He’s got a pair of jogging bottoms on, and a hoodie, his hair’s still got the traces of green he promised he wouldn’t get rid of till he saw Liam again and the beard is growing again, his eyes are shut so just like all the times before, Liam’s distracted by the way each time he sees him, it’s like he’s grown a hundred more eyelashes, and his lips are slightly parted as he gently snores.

He almost doesn’t want to wake him, except that’s a total lie.

He strides across to the bed, and gently taps at Zayn’s feet and then folds his arms as Zayn murmurs and then shifts and then blinks his eyes open and looks up.

“Told you, you wouldn’t be able to stay awake,” Liam smiles as he says it and sits down on the bed, next to where Zayn shifts and spreads his arms out as he yawns then sleepily smiles and places his hands on Liam’s arm gently tugging him closer.

“No one likes a know it all you knob.” 

Liam grins, responds with his middle finger before he allows himself to relax and he falls into Zayn’s side, it’s not ideal because he can’t fully see Zayn’s face and the reason it’s not ideal? Well, he’s spent too long imagining not taking his eyes off Zayn

He can make out the rise and fall of Zayn’s chest instead though and the way he keeps attempting to stifle his yawns, his eyes crinkling before Zayn makes a tutting sound.

“Didn’t your mum tell you it’s rude to stare?”  As Zayn says it though, his eyes crinkle again, except this time it’s with a smile and Liam wants to see him fully now so he shifts once more, turns on his side, and rests his cheek on his palm and his elbow on the pillow and he does stare now.

Quietly he replies, “I think she’d get it, why I need to that is,”  it hits him then, the weight of how long they’ve been apart, all he’s had to face and his shoulders sag and his gaze drops away from Zayn, till he’s staring at nothing but then fingertips gently scratch at his chin.

“Eh Li, what did we say?” 

Liam could respond with what they’ve talked about, tried to talk about more like, he could talk about the times that conversations ended up with one of them hanging up, they could talk about planning what they’d do beyond all this, if there ever is a beyond all this because sometimes it’s hard to remember that there will be. 

It’s late though, and he’s done with that, this time is too fleeting to be wasted on what’s around them, rather than what they have that can never be shifted so he lifts his eyes till they meet Zayn’s and he chews at his bottom lip and Zayn nods.

“Oh yeah, we talked about that too, take off the chains first and you’ve got a deal.”

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zayn & perrie: the timeline

hello, so i honestly don’t know what this is… it starts from when they first met until now. it’s just pictures, instagram screenshots, tweets, etc. basically anything involving zayn and perrie, including both families and some friends. it’s extremely long, but i think reading it from start to finish might help people appreciate their relationship. i’ll add to it whenever something happens. xoxo :)

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anonymous asked:

I was just watching the “Really? That’s cute” moment and beside the adorable cuteness off it I had forgotten how much of a centre Louis really was in the early days. While Harry is talking about telepathy, Liam is focusing on Louis. Niall is focusing on Louis. Zayn is tapping his leg and focusing on Louis. All seeking his attention. I was just blown away with how it was in the beginning. Louis really did take a lot of the load and made sure all of them felt confident and safe. Beautiful.

He was the rock they can lean on from the very start :’(

A Mere Matter of Hatred

Pairing: Liam Payne & Zayn Malik (Ziam)

Genre: Smut

Warning: Explicit Content

Word Count: 3500

Summary: When Liam and Zayn decided to rent an apartment together they didn’t realize that getting along would the hardest part. Despite Liam’s friends blaming their hatred on their undeniable sexual tension Liam thinks otherwise. However, one night when the pair is hanging on their last thread, things take a wild turn of events.

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“then what do you suggest?” Ziam please ~LA

Hi, Little Angel!!! 

Well, I combined this prompt with #2 from this post that @you-wont-zee-me-coming requested I write all of them. 

Hope you both enjoy this - it got a bit away from me, so there is a “read more”. It’s also crossposted to ao3.


Zayn moved through the flat to drop the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. He grabbed the DVD folder, thumbing through until he found The Avengers. He slid it into the player at the same time his flatmate, Louis, let himself in. He felt Louis’ eyes on his back as he stood in front of the player.

“Movie night with Payno?” Louis asked, his voice careful. Zayn nodded. “Still broken up?” Zayn nodded again. “You do realize how fucked up this situation is, yeah?”

Zayn sighed. “Don’t start with me,” he said as he moved past Louis into the kitchen.

“You guys broke up a month ago, and, if I hadn’t held your crying arse in my arms for three days, I wouldn’t even know!” Louis snapped. “You still have weekly movie nights. He picks you up for classes. He even walked you home from work the other night!”

Zayn grasped the edge of the counter, his chin dropping to his chest as his friend shouted everything that he’d already thought himself. “I know, Lou. I know all of that,” he admitted quietly when Louis’ rant ended. “Nothing’s changed except for the way he feels about me!”

“Then do something about it!” Lou sighed, stepping up behind Zayn to wrap his arms around his waist, resting his head on his shoulder. “You can’t keep doing this, mate. It’s killing me to see you hurting so badly after he leaves without a kiss goodbye. Something has to change.”

“Then what do you suggest?” Zayn inquired, voice tired, tears heavy in his eyes as he turned to face his friend. “Tell him to never speak to me again? I can’t do that. Those three days he didn’t talk to me nearly killed me.”

The breakup had come out of nowhere. Liam had sat Zayn down, telling him that he just wasn’t happy anymore. He’d said he was afraid if he didn’t end things then, they’d end up hating each other. Zayn knew he could never hate Liam, but he’d come pretty close those three days that he’d cried in Louis’ arms, refusing to leave his room.

Then one afternoon, Liam had shown up at the flat, letting himself in with the key he still had. He’d walked into Zayn’s room, finding him staring at the ceiling. “I think we should still be friends. I really miss my friend,” Liam had admitted, settling himself on the floor next to the bed. Zayn had agreed, thinking that being friends with Liam was better than not being in his life at all.

Now, he felt that was the best and worst decision he could have made. He loved being able to spend time with Liam, but he was constantly stopping himself from hugging him for too long or kissing his cheek or even just letting his head rest on his shoulder while watching a movie. He was always super tense by the time Liam left, would end up crying to Louis again. So, he understood his friend’s anger.

“Tell him the truth. You know it would kill Liam to know he was causing you any pain,” Louis said, opening the refrigerator and pulling out two beers. He twisted off the caps, handing one to Zayn. They headed into the living room, settling on the sofa.

“If he was so concerned about hurting me, he wouldn’t have broken up with me in the first place,” Zayn argued, taking a long pull from the bottle. “Besides, if I tell him, he’ll just stop coming around, and I’ll end up missing him.”

Louis looked sadder for a moment as he sat the beer down. “If he stops coming around, maybe you’ll be able to get over him.” Louis was uncharacteristically solemn as he spoke, making Zayn feel even worse.

“Maybe I don’t want to get over him,” Zayn muttered, pulling his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees.

“Well, it won’t matter much after next week,” Louis teased. “Ditching us all to travel across the pond for grand adventures.”

Zayn snorted. “You make it sound far more extravagant than it really is, mate.” Zayn had accepted an internship with a publishing company in New York. It would last a year, and he’d be leaving in ten days. To think, he’d almost turned the offer down, but after Liam broke up with him, he saw no reason not to get as far away from England as possible.

“Hey, you’re getting out of here; to me, it’s an adventure!” Louis told him, nudging him when the door opened behind him. “You know, Payno, you’re going to have to return that key when Zayn moves out!” he shouted over his shoulder as Liam made his way into the room.

“You’re moving out?” Liam asked, his face an eerily unreadable mask.

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Live While We’re Young by @zipplekink
Pairing: Zayn/Liam
Rating: M

“Sleep well, my sweet boy.”

There is a soft kiss pressed to his cheek, tiny fingers gripping at the back of his neck to keep him close before Zayn pushes from his son’s hold to rub his nose against his. “I love you.”

Zayn waits until his eyes are falling closed before he leaves, checking to make sure the night light is on before he leaves the door open a crack. There is a padding of feet across the hardwood sounding before there is a bundle of cream colored fur pushing between his legs to lay in front of his son’s door.

“He should be out for the night,” Zayn says, stepping into the living room where Niall lays on the couch, television on and a bowl of popcorn on his lap. His daughter is tucked into his side, eyes focused on the lights flashing from the television.

“Alrighty mate. Have fun on your date. Don’t stay out too late, and you know, be safe and allat.”

There is a quiet laugh as Nisa giggles, hand covering her mouth. Zayn bites at his grin before smothering a kiss to her cheek. “Be good for Uncle Ni, beti.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbles, leaning back to plant a kiss to his cheek. “Have fun on your date with Papa.”


The music plays softly through the night air, the lights of the beach bar sparkling like the stars that rest above them. It isn’t too crowded, but there is a muffle of chatter surrounding him and unfamiliar faces that all blur together as his eyes settle on the one he knows better than his own.

He takes a second to admire him before he walks over, the way the lights sparkle in his eyes as he talks to the bartender, lips pushed up into this smile that Zayn has drawn over and over yet has never seem to perfect. He wears a simple white shirt, unbuttoned down his chest some, his hair curly on the top of his head.

There is an itch in Zayn’s fingers to touch Liam’s warm skin but he tucks them into his pocket as his lips push up into something amused because he has never been too good at playing this game that Liam seems to love so much. He sits on the bar stool beside Liam, eyes searching for the bartender instead of his husband to order his drink. He sighs out, straightening out his spine and pretending to be cool instead of amused.

“You can put that on me tab, please,” he hears Liam tell the bartender after he orders his drink. Zayn turns, elbows resting on the edge of the counter as he quirks up an eyebrow.

“Thank you -”

“Ralph,” Liam adds, his eyes bright as his lips quirk up. He isn’t too good at playing this game either, which is why it never lasts too long.

Zayn blurts out a laugh, slapping Liam in the arm. “Ralph? That’s your sexy name?”

“Whatever,” Liam grumbles, reaching over the space between them to tickle his fingers under Zayn’s chin. “Were you going to go with Frank again? Mr. Ocean?”

Zayn grins, reaching out to cup his hand behind Liam’s neck. He strokes his thumb over his skin, cocking his head to the side. “Well, I know how much you love him.”

“Yeah,” Liam breathes, leaning in. “Love you more, though.”

There is a soft kiss pressed to his lips before the bartender is sliding his drink across the counter. Zayn doesn’t want to pull away but he does, giving Liam a teasing grin before he is dropping his hand. He eyes the sparkle from Liam’s wedding ring as Liam passes the bartender his empty glass.

“I know we’ve only met,” Liam starts, amusement in his voice but there is a fire in his eyes that lights a flame in the low of Zayn’s belly. “But would you like to accompany me on the beach?”

Zayn quirks a brow, sipping at the liquid that burns his throat. He glances down at his attire, the gray Henley he wears underneath his reddish brown leather jacket, his thick boots that he taps against Liam’s ankle. “I’m not sure I am properly dressed for the beach.”

Liam rolls his eyes as he shifts off the barstool. He reaches for Zayn’s elbow to pull him in close, his breath breezing against his ear. “I don’t reckon that will be a problem.”

The flame in his belly licks lower at the drop in Liam’s voice. His heart jumps a bit in his chest, because as long as they have lived on the beach, Liam has always wanted to explore the bare of his skin with his back pressed to the sand. But Zayn had been under the impression that Liam rented a room from the beach hotel that rests a few buildings down from the bar.

“You waste no time,” he muses, his voice filled with a fondness he has never been good at keeping to himself.

He takes one last sip of his drink before sliding off the booth. Liam plants a hand to his spine, fingers tickling against the light material of his shirt as they weave through the crowd.

“Can you blame me? You are beautiful, Frank.”

“I’m not calling you Ralph, Liam,” Zayn blurts around his laugh as Liam’s hand rubs up his back and curls around his neck to bring him close to his side. “How about jaan instead?”

Liam’s smile is bright, despite the darkness that takes over them as they walk farther from the bar and towards the sand. The moon glistens over the water a few yards off, the sound of the waves pulling up onto the shore almost as calming as the sound of his children’s heartbeats, the one sound that can always calm him no matter what. “I can work with that, Mr. Payne.”

“You suck at this game, Liam,” Zayn laughs, hiding his face against Liam’s neck as they walk farther. He presses a kiss over his birthmark, savoring the feel of his pulse beating steadily against his lips.

“Oh well,” Liam laughs, knocking his lips against Zayn’s forehead. “I just want to have beach sex.”

Zayn tucks his laugh against Liam’s skin, closing his eyes because the fondness he has for Liam is always overwhelming and he has to focus hard on not letting the smile that takes over his lips break his face.. Even after all these years of being together. “We’re too old to be that adven-”

“Hey,” Liam says in mock offense, cutting him off. “We’re young.”

He could roll his eyes at that, but he only presses an open mouth kiss to Liam’s neck, fingers tucking his shirt into his hand to tug on it enough so it pulls from where it is tucked into his pants.

“When we were young, I used to sneak you out,” he says, looking up to grin at Liam. “Through the window, ‘member? Your pants ripped that one time, snagged on the window frame.”

Liam’s face crumples at this, his arm tightening around Zayn. “Do you want to recreate that moment or -”

Zayn laughs, turning so he can grip at Liam’s shirt as he walks backwards. He licks at his lips, craving the taste of his husband’s. He pulls their chests close, making it so they have to waddle across the sand as Liam’s arm curls around his waist. “Maybe. Remember I sucked you off that night, said I was so good -”

“I wanted to marry you,” Liam finishes with a giggle. He cups his other hand around the back of Zayn’s head, fingers brushing through the hair there. “I have always been a smart man.”

Zayn snorts, tugging on the material of Liam’s shirt as he pushes up on his tip toes. His lips knock against Liam’s clumsily, creating a giggle from the both of them that break the silence of the night.

“Come on,” Zayn murmurs, letting him go to walk backwards in the sand. He gives Liam a grin before turning around and jogging off towards the water. He undoes his boots as Liam jogs after him, clumsily along the sand before kicking them off. “I’m waitin’ on ya.”

The moon is bright enough that he can see the way Liam’s hands follow his own, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. There is a rush of adrenaline coursing through him as he strips off, all whilst watching the reveal of his husband’s skin. He does feel young again, though that desperate feeling for Liam never went away as they aged.

“Do you think the water is cold?” Liam asks, dropping his shirt on the sand before he is curling his arms around Zayn and walking him back. His heel hits the water and he yelps, the cold shocking against his skin and contrasting with the heat from Liam pressed to his front.

“It is,” Zayn grumbles. He yelps again when he loses his balance and is lifted and then thrown over Liam’s shoulder. “Don’t you fuckin’ -”

He reaches down to slap Liam’s bum as Liam runs until the water is past his hips, despite Zayn’s struggles when the cold water flicks up towards him from Liam’s movements. “Liam Payne. I swear to fucking -”

He cuts off when his body hits the cold water, Liam’s arms never leaving him. He clenches his eyes closed, and is quick to pinch his nose before his head goes under. He comes up only a moment later, gasping for air.

“Asshole,” Zayn grumbles, shivering as he punches Liam gently in the chest. Liam only grins, water droplets sliding over his round cheeks. He pulls Zayn closer, and Zayn curls his legs around Liam’s hips. “You suck.”

“Just wanted to get you wet,” Liam murmurs, nudging their noses together as his lips part over Zayn’s. Zayn slips his fingers over Liam’s slippery back, trying to calm the chatter of his teeth so he can kiss Liam properly. “And I can warm you up, don’t worry.”

Zayn lets out a soft laugh as he nips at Liam’s bottom lip. “You better keep your word.”

“I will,” Liam says under his breath, sliding his big hand over the bottom of his spine to press their hips together. Though the water almost comes up to their shoulders, it isn’t deep enough where Liam can’t stand so Zayn clings to him, rolling down his hips against his husband’s while guided by his hand. “You and I, we’re about to make some memories tonight.”

Zayn snorts, tucking his face against Liam’s neck to press his lips there. “I want to remember your hands on me -”

Liam complies, his fingers spreading across his back and trailing all over his skin. Zayn bites at his birthmark softly, clenching his legs tighter around Liam like he needs to be closer though it isn’t impossible. His prick hardens where it is trapped between their bodies as he grinds down again, and hovers his lips back over Liam’s.

“And me bum.”

Liam grins slightly, his dark eyes flicking down to his lips as his hands move lower. His fingers graze over his cheeks before he squeezes and spreads him, making a rough gasp rush past Zayn’s lips.

“Lets give the fish a show.”

Zayn barks out a laugh, body trembling with the force of it as he rests their foreheads together. “Shut up,” he giggles, plopping a kiss to his lips. “Keep the fish away from me.”

Liam’s face brightens more than the moon above them as he moves his hand, holding him around the waist with one arm. He nudges his other hand between them, fingers reaching out to touch him between his legs. He can’t help but look around them then, eyeing the sand to make sure no one has stumbled across their pile of clothes.

“Don’t overthink,” Liam murmurs, curling his fingers around his length. The coldness of the water has faded, and the heat in his belly seems to be enough to wash away his shiver. “Just focus on my touch.”

“Yeah,” Zayn breathes against his lips, letting his eyes fall closed as Liam strokes him slowly, fingers too loose around him.

“And how much I love you.”

Zayn finds himself grinning, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he flicks his eyes back open. “Love you too, Ralph.”

A Mere Matter of Hatred Pt.2

Part 1 Here 

Pairing: Liam Payne & Zayn Malik (Ziam) 

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4500

Summary: When Liam and Zayn decided to rent an apartment together they didn’t realize that getting along would the hardest part. However, one night when the pair is hanging on their last thread, things take a wild turn of events (Part 1). After that night things just aren’t quite the same. 

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anonymous asked:

I always feel really bad when I'm not hyping up Zayn's album and everything- but it scares me. I should be more excited, considering he's my fav and everything, but it just scares the crap out of me to think that he's actually happy now, instead of him being happy all along in 1d. I thought he was happy, maybe I was wrong. I'm just really stressed out about the entire thing, and I feel like crap about being stressed about it. Sorry for ranting, thanks 😘


don’t feel bad about it allllllll! It’s honestly kind of a shit narrative all around,  this whole idea that Zayn always had one foot out the door the entire time he was in One Direction. Do I think he had moments where he wasn’t 100% enjoying it? Maybe not here when he and the other boys temporarily appear to have joined Blue Man Group:

I kid, I kid. Honestly though, the whole “Zayn was miserable in One Direction especially during OTRA” myth* does a real disservice to both him and ot4 and also ever so mildly chaps my ass. 

@bakagamieru did a pretty thorough job of compiling over 100 gifs of Zayn during the first leg of OTRA in 2015, but here are some of my favorites that prove that Zayn wasn’t the sad trombone in One Direction, especially in those last months according to band folklore. If you have ovaries, you may want to place a lead guard over them because they may turn to dust:


Is he LAUGHING…with his bandmates…at MULTIPLE CONCERT TIME PLACES? Hurry call the constable I think there may now be a shift in the earth’s core:

Ohmygiddygod’s trousers is that Zayn… (badly) dad dancing…? What a scandal! WHO COULD IMAGINE IT, CERTAINLY NOT A HUMBLE HOE LIKE ME:


*that’s a really long worded and not at all catchy myth

Worth It.

A/N: Okay, so I wrote this over te course of, I don’t know, like, two months (don’t fucking judge me,) anyways, if there’s any major grammar mistakes, just tell me, I won’t be mad. It’s my fault for being lazy. lol.

“I hope it was worth it.”

The sound of skin smacking skin fills the room in one loud crack.

“I hope you understand how upset you made Niall, had the poor guy convinced you were tired of us.”

Another smack, and a loud mewl.

“I’m sorry, so, so sorry, j-just please–” he babbles, tugging at the belt digging into the olive skin of his wrists.

“I’d hate to be cliche, Zayn, but, bad boys get punished, and it seems you forgot who you belong to.” He says, compsed to completly contradicting the way he lands another solid smack on the pale skin of his ass, rubbing the dark pink imprint on his ass.

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Pregnancy Series #22 ~ Photo Shoot

Pregnancy Series Here

Niall (your pov) ~ You and Niall had agreed to keep your child out of the spotlight, and that including keeping your pregnancy private. All the major magazines had been contacting you for a story to the point that it became annoying and infuriating. Though management had pushed you to agree to their requested, Niall had stuck strong and continued denying. 

But you did want pictures- to put in the baby book and hang on the walls of your house. So you hired a private photographer, whom Niall made sign legal document to ensure he wouldn’t share the photos he took of you. 

On the day of your photo shoot, the tour was still going on, and the boys were still in Florida. The sun was shining and the photographer decided to use it to his advantage. The beach was bare on Monday morning, the only time Niall was available. You wore a dress that Caroline Watson had said really accentuated your pregnancy, and Niall just wore his everyday clothes. It was fairly quick, and only after about 45 minutes, the photographer was done. You and Niall still had another hour before he needed to be at the filming for an interview that would air later that month, so you decided to stay on the beach. 

“That cloud looks a bit like a baby,” he said, pointing up at the sky. You squinted up at the clouds and noticed that the cloud, in fact, looked nothing like a baby. You merely shook your head and smirked, replacing your head onto his chest. The sand was surprisingly soft beneath you, and the warm sun felt good on your skin.

“You just have babies on your mind, Ni. It looks nothing like a baby,” you said to him, and he frowned, flicking sand with his toes up at your legs. 

Zayn (your pov) ~ Zayn sensed you were nervous, so he leaned across the bed and rubbed your back, making you relax a bit. Zayn had wanted to give his fans a bit of an insight on your pregnancy, despite the problems between you. Another reason he wanted the photo shoot was to hide those issues. 

You didn’t really want to publicize your pregnancy, but the article in People magazine would boost Zayn’s career that supported you and your unborn child. Zayn knew you wanted that, and made sure the interviewer kept the questions generalized. The interview was basically questions about how your body was taking the pregnancy, and how you and Zayn felt about having a baby. Of course, most of the answers you gave were lies and the way you hung off each other in the presence of the crew was all an act. You were both extremely careful not to show any of the tension between you. 

The photo shoot was simple; some pictures were taken of just you, some of just Zayn, but most were taken of you together. The crew had set up a bed in room with false walls where you would lie down, and sit. It gat intimate sometimes, which made you very self conscious. In one set, you were naked except for skimpy underwear, and Zayn was shirtless. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, but it still felt revealing to do in front of all those people when you were pregnant. 

“Babe, you feeling alright?” Zayn asked when you were nearing the end. You nodded, and leaned against his chest since there were still people around. 

“Exhausted,” you answered. He gave you a sympathetic smile, and told you he would be right back. After a few minuted of watching him talk to the photographer and magazine representer, he came back with a big smile on his face.

“I got it cut short. We just have to go sign a few papers so they can use the pictures. C’mon, get dressed,” he told you, and you leaned up to kiss him for real, for the first time in a few days. 

“You’re amazing,” you told him, and kissed his lips again.

Liam (your pov) ~ Liam, with the consent of you and his management, had agreed to an interview about your adoption experience so far. You were skeptical at first, but once you arrived, you lightened up a bit. You had so many legal documents to review regarding the adoption that had to be filed in a few days, but Liam promised it wouldn’t take long. 

You sat down on the couch, which had cameras and lights all around it. After multiple years of being with Liam, you were no stranger to interviews. When you had first gotten married and management was pushing for an interview, Liam had taught you a few things about answering the questions. He was quite good at it, too. 

The interviewer shook both your hands and sat down in her own chair across from you. She began with introducing herself as soon as the cameras began rolling, and gave a bit of background on your situation while you sat and smiled, before asking the simple question: “How are the two of you?”

Liam answered by telling her about his upcoming solo career and about how the other boys were doing. She then asked a lot of questions about the adoption, which Liam answered most of, except for the ones directed at you. It went on for about an hour and a half, when you then went outside to do a photo shoot. 

They gave you a picture frame when you arrived at the pond where the photo shoot would take place. While you were waiting for the photographer to set up, Liam pulled you off to the side and sat with you on a park bench. “Are you doing all right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I just want to get home,” you admitted as as you leaned against his chest and pulled your coat tighter around your body. 

“Were the questions they asked too much?” He said into the top of your head. They were a little, but you knew if you let him know that that he would feel bad for making you come. You shook your head just as the photographer said he was ready. It was a short photo shoot, with only a few position changes. Then you and Liam went home where you began to make a dent in the large pile of documents.

Harry (your pov) ~ Harry was excited to show everyone how happy he was to become a dad. As you two posed in front of the exterior of the house in LA that you Louis, Niall, and their families were renting by the pool, Louis told you how to pose. He had stuck with the watermelon theme as he had used when he helped you announce your pregnancy to the public via Twitter. 

“Just take your damn pants off!” Harry yelled at you and Louis and his wife prepped you for the picture. You looked at him with a humored expression as he smirked playfully at you. Louis sighed and went to talk to Niall so he wouldn’t have to witness anything from you two. 

You began to strip so you were only in your sports bra and very short and tight shorts. You felt insecure since most of the boys and their families were around, but Harry ensured you it wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen before because you had worn a bikini around them countless times. 

“You done fucking over there?” Louis yelled in your direction.

“Louis!” Niall scolded as he covered his child’s ears, who seemed unfazed by his uncle’s choice of words. 

“Shut up,” you whined as you handed Harry the two cantaloupes from the table. Harry began to fumble with the fruit as Louis crouched down to take the picture. He put his phone down and looked at your husband with an overly dramatic look of annoyance.

“Harry, I have better shit to do than watch you drop melons,” he sighed, making Niall laugh behind him. You laughed along and turned to put Harry’s sunglasses on. You then turned forward for Lou to take the picture, which he then texted to you. He quickly ran off to take a swim with his five month old sons and wife. 

You posted the picture on Instagram with the simple caption: “harry is due soon, wish him luck! xx”

Louis (your pov) ~ After the interview full of being asked about your pregnancy by four different interviewers, you were exhausted and just wanted to go home. Your back was extremely sore, so while you were waiting for the photographer to set up, you lied down on the grass. 

The sun was warm on your face in the park just outside of London. There were only a few senior citizens walking around in their jump suits and walking their tiny rat-dogs this beautiful monday morning. Your eyes were squinted as you watched Louis talking to the photographer a few meters away and ran your hands over your bare 34-week belly. Your back was beginning to feel better the longer you were on the hard ground, but the grass was beginning to tickle your bare back where your shirt rode up, and you were pretty sure you felt something crawling up your arm. 

So you sat up, which was the easy part. Then came the standing. Standing was not easy, and it was a process that took at least three minutes. Louis saw you halfway through and hurried over to pull you up. His strong hands wrapped around your forearms and he pulled you in one swift movement to your feet, resulting in you bouncing up and your stomach colliding with his abs, nearly knocking him over. You were thankful that he had been able to take a short four day break off tour when Liam got seriously sick, though you felt bad for his bandmate. Lottie had headed back home for a week, but would be returning a few days after Louis left. 

“Ah, there we go,” he said softly as he brushed the grass blades and dirt off your white blouse. You smiled tiredly at him and he responded by brushing your styled hair away from your face. You heard a quiet click and you both turned your head to see the photographer furiously snapping pictures of you. You looked at Louis with your eyebrow raised, saying ‘what’s with this guy?’, and he just chuckled and kissed you, giving the photographer something to take.