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imagine him dressing Niall up, his personal pinup doll. the epitome of male innocence. Buying him expensive fancy silk lingerie.. To which Niall hates wearing.. yet, he hesitantly pulls his lacy white stockings up equally pale thighs anyways. awaiting the man’s hungry eyes from another room, trotting in. Awkwardly positioning his frail body several different ways in front of him. Getting grunts of approval. Then, he staggers off the bed and walks up. so intimidating Niall unintentionally takes animalistic steps back. Ruben’s hands are so large it engulfs Niall’s face almost entirely, cupping it. Getting a good look at him. Before he proceeds to let his fingers wander. Niall closing his eyes, shuddering as Ruben makes his way and gropes at the exposed skin of his thighs. Ruben raspily muttering compliments, how “gorgeous” he looks to him. It makes Niall feel so, so much shame and disgust in his gut to the point it’s almost unbearable afterwards. sometimes he throws up. imagine if Lori found out, her own son(s). alas, he craves the approval of Ruben more than anything. He’d do anything.