Angel Heart
this is self indulgent and definitely not everyone's cup of tea :)
happy birthday sweetpea <3
words: ~800
content warnings: nonbinary!sam, very soft
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“Oh, hello, pretty boy,” you smirked at him from the doorway of his dressing room. He blushed, biting into the full of his bottom lip and casting his stare to the floor. “Don’t you be shy on me now, baby.”
A grip on his chin has him panting out a breath. Funny. Such a small touch makes him so weak. Samuel is an effeminate man. Very comfortable with himself, and his likes and dislikes. He just so happens to like to be called pretty, beautiful, sugar, sweetheart, and maybe from time to time he likes to have you dress him up and do his hair and makeup. He only ever wants to be so pretty for you.
“Do you like it?,” he’s bashful, even after all this time. Even though he knows you accept him and all that he is.
“I love it, sweet baby. Jenn did so good,” you run your thumb across the top of his cheekbone where just a bit of highlighter sat. Admiring the gold eyeshadow, gold eyeliner, and gold rhinestone combo he was sporting. “Is that color?,” your thumb tugged on his bottom lip that was a bit more blush than usual, lingering with it pulled down as he nodded, looking up at you so sweet and shy.
“It’s that stain you like, I borrowed it from your purse, ’s that okay?,” his voice was gentle and easy, oh how you loved when he was like this.
“Yes baby doll, you know what’s mine is yours,” he nuzzled further into your hand as it still rested against his face. “You feeling soft?” It was a word with different meaning than some might think, especially outsides. He nodded against your hand, turning his neck to press a kiss to your wrist.
“Feel small,” he mutters into the skin there.
“Just have to make it through the show honey, and we can lay in bed, okay?,” while you had hoped to get to ravish him in this makeup look, wanting to see it run down his reddened cheeks as he broke into sweat and tears for you, you knew that wasn’t tonight’s destination.
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Sam had never vocalized it to anyone before you, not even his brothers, his mother, his dearest friend Daniel. No one knew his brain the way he let you know it. You are always so proud of him, but never more than the night he finally spoke the words to you. “Nonbinary” was a word he wasn’t sure his use of. He just knew that he felt okay looking pretty. He knew that from behind when his long hair and the soft, gentle curves of his waist and bubble shaped rear got him misgendered - well, maybe it wasn’t such a miss after all.
“I think, I think I’m just okay. Being. Human. I don’t think, well I know it does for so many people, but not to me, well, yeah, I don’t think it matters to me, man or woman,” his cheeks were the brightest shade of red humanly possible, and he had been crying for some time to you already that night, this topic bringing such strong emotions out of him. “I’m just me. I don’t think I care what anyone else perceives that as.”
“For the record, the only thing I perceive that as is just fucking right,” you smiled big at him, showing him your full acceptance of his every word, pulling him and his full weight up on top of you in a bear hug. “You’re the prettiest, Sammy. The most handsome, the gentlest, the toughest, the sweetest sugar.”
“Mmm, like that,” he nuzzled down into your neck. “Can you call me those things? Is that okay?”
“What, honey?,” you ran your fingers into his hair, adjusting his head so you could find his eyes as he rested on your shoulder.
“Just. Anything…. girly. I like it, it makes me feel… small. In a good way,” he hid away again into the side of your neck.
“All you have to do is tell me what you prefer at that moment and I will always call you what you want. When you feel small I’ll call you my pretty baby. When you feel soft I’ll suck your tits,” dropping a light pinch to his nipple, “and call you my beautiful girlfriend. I’ll give you anything Sammy.”
You left him breathless that day. To accept him exactly as he is, to never let him shy away from himself or you, his true personality or identity.
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“You love me so good,” the same words he’d muttered to you that night, fell from his lips tonight.
“You are very easy to love, my angel heart.”
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