Zayns Representation Of Women In All His Videos Is So Problematic Af.

Zayn’s representation of women in all his videos is so problematic af.

Concept in my drafts over a picture!

I’m sorry for this but that picture of his fingers gave me unholy thoughts… like imagine him being with an inexperienced, bit younger girl and he ends up fingering her but he literally cannot fit more than two fingers bc she’s so tight and he’s all “welp baby, might have a problem if this is all i can fit in ya” and it’s already really fucking tight for her and she’s in insane pleasure but her pussy is literally full to the brim

Does anybody know which picture is this? Desperate!

8 years of dedication and making me believe that anything is possible! Wow.

This is so hot. 

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Harry having a really complicated night time ritual from skincare to the way he arranges his pillows to how many goodnight kisses he needs and getting all frustrated when you try to interfere

“No, and ask him to call me in the morning. The first thing so I can put it in the schedule,” you heard him say on the phone and could almost picture the frown on his face. “I don’t get it, he knew for weeks. Why can’t it be scheduled so I know how it is suppose to take place. Does everything need to be last minute. We should get a new guy, Jeff. I’m tired of taking creativity as an excuse of not being professional,” you heard it escalate. Harry hated when he didn’t have the next day scheduled during his work time. He had to email himself the next days schedule and not be surprised with something random that always had the possibility of making front page. You heard him cut the call. “Are you coming to bed?” He asked you, and you stopped typing.

“I was thinking of finishing the -” you started.

“Not today petal, I really need you to sleep. You were up late yesterday as well. It ruins your sleep schedule,” he said, walking up the stairs as you shut your laptop. Your mother loved him cause he kept you on track. You were thankful that you loved him too much to cut his head off.

Fifteen minutes later of clearing everything which was your night time schedule, you walked up to the room to see Harry shaving, something that was the part of his extensive night time schedule. He had put you up in one as well. So it was a solid washing your face, putting some serum and then cream while brushing for you while his, was far too extensive for you to keep track of. You didn’t mind it. One of you had to be the diva and it suited Harry much more than you. “Did you apply the cream to your soles? They’ll hurt like shit if they crack again.” He reminded you, but like usual he wasn’t lovey about it. He sounded like your mother. You weren’t living with your mother though, you were living with your boyfriend.

“On it,” you replied curlty not wanting him to know you were annoyed.

“I don’t get how you get snippy with me when I’m only caring about you,” he replied strict with his voice. Was he scolding you?

“What was that on the phone?” You asked changing the topic.

“I got four more interviews added tomorrow. One of them is from that interviewer who likes to know my opinions on all the world issues. I’m not prepared for the shit,” he groaned. Shifting to his mask which he rubbed on his face. You usually loved him for all his quirks, but you were on verge of being cranky cause he was right you had messed up your sleeping schedule.

“Cancel it,” you replied, taking your clothes off and dropping it on the floor and slipping into bed before he noticed.

“Pick those up, Y/N.”

You huffed getting out of bed and walking to the hamper in the bathroom to drop the clothes off. You could see his eyes scanning your body, a little smirk on his face. “Is that all?” You asked, blinking your eyes innocently.

“Get your ass on the bed,” he laughed, wiping his face off. You jumped on the bed, tucking yourself in the corner. Harry got on bed, and put his pillows, one infact because he was advised they would be good for his back. He pulled one out from your neck as well, “do you want to wake up with a neck ache,” he eyed you.

“When did you become my mother?” You huffed and turned your back.

“When you decided to act like a child.” He was always smart with replies. “Alright, don’t go to sleep, where is my kiss?” He asked, slipping one hand underneath your waist and pulling you.

“It’s gone when my mother entered the picture!”

“Really, I knew someone was getting cranky,” he said kissing your shoulder. He kissed further up your neck.

“Stop stop, I’m mad at you.” You giggled.

“All my kisses now, please,” he smiled. “I’ve a long day tomorrow, I need to wake up strong,” you turned around and met his lips, your hand, going up his head and pulling it closer as his body settled with yours. He leg went between yours, as he placed your head on the pillow. Giving one last peck, his hand switched off the light making it completely dark, just how he liked it, and placed his head on the pillow next to yours. When it came to wanting things a certain way, Harry was the best and he didn’t take no for an answer.