#heladam

@sunkissedandkissable drew some art and i immediately went into a fugue state and wrote a ficlet for it squinting myopically at my phone in the dark at 1:30am, soooooo here it is, hope ya like it and please go reblog the art kthnxbai | Adam/Helen | M | 546w | D/s | Feminization | Lingerie | Lipstick | (also on AO3)

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Helen maneuvered Adam where she wanted him, but just when he thought she was going to kiss him again or maybe even touch him—god, please touch him—she pulled out a tissue instead. She applied it to his mouth. Startled, Adam flinched back. The look she gave him was unjudgmental, but it wouldn't stay that way for long. Adam put himself back where she wanted and, with an ache of loss, allowed her to wipe away the lipstick she had put on him not twenty minutes ago. He had liked the way it looked on him. He'd liked even more how it felt: the weight of it, the smooth glide when he rubbed his lips together, the electric feeling of awareness just knowing it was there.

He wanted it back. He wanted to know why Helen had taken it away from him. He wanted to know why she had put it on him in the first place if she wasn't going to allow him to keep it.

But Helen wasn't the kind of woman one questioned. If she was, Adam might have had some things to say when she had presented him with the lingerie set and stockings, and that would've been a shame because the silk and lace felt every bit as good as the lipstick had.

Somehow, Helen knew what he needed. He had learned to trust in that.

At least she hadn't taken the stockings away too.

Adam leaned his rouged cheek into Helen's palm, eyelashes fluttering against her skin. He hoped the downturn of his newly bare lips conveyed his discontent in a trusting and respectful kind of way.

Helen made a soft noise. "Pretty little thing," she said in a voice like honeysuckle, sweet with a hint of condescension to it, just the way he liked it most.

She pressed her thumb to Adam's bottom lip. Cool hazel eyes watched him open up for it. She only dipped inside for a teasing moment, though. Adam bit back a whine. His cock was hard in his panties, pressing against the lace and fit to bust through if she didn't touch him properly soon.

One of her elegant hands found Adam's lower back, stopping the barely-there motion of his hips. He trembled, holding himself perfectly still through sheer force of will.

After an excruciatingly long few seconds, Helen's perfectly glossed lips spread on a smile. "Perfect."

The praise thrummed through Adam's whole body. The feeling grew when Helen threaded her fingers through his hair—the longest he had ever grown it, and fluffed up big by whatever product Helen had worked into it in the bath earlier. Helen loved his hair like this, and Adam loved that she loved it. He wondered if he could come just from her pulling his hair and calling him beautiful. It would make a mess of the pretty lace panties, but he thought Helen might love that too.

But instead of pulling, Helen pushed, and all at once, Adam realized why she'd wiped his lipstick off. He put up no resistance as she guided him down her body.

"That's it, baby," she crooned as he settled between her thighs. "Now show me what a good girl you can be."

I really have no idea what this one is. it started as something else but now I guess it's heladam

“Oh, Parrish, hello. I won’t say you clean up nicely, because Dick will bite my head off again, but I will say you’re looking well.” Adam felt her gaze appraise the lines of his suit with a tailor’s critical eye. “Very nice.” “Helen,” Gansey said. “What on earth makes you think I won’t tell you to shut up again?” “Blind optimism in your sense of hospitality and decorum?” “Stop hitting on my best friend.” “What else do you want me to do? I can’t go back and talk to Mrs. Renquist. That woman is batty.” “I’m sure you could think of something else to do.” Helen’s eyes found Adam again. “I’m sure I could,” she agreed with a light smile.