Hiiii, currently I have been OBSESSED with your SolangeloxReader fics. I was wondering if you could do one with the reader as a trans masc son of Ares? NSFW in which it’s the first time the reader is being submissive and relinquishing control, and Nico and Will are just really good at being doms.
If not that’s totally cool and thank you for even considering it!
solangelo is the foundation of this blog i think lmao
this fully got away from me, for some reason i must provide satisfactory explanation for why sex is happening and the sex *will* be safe sane and consensual
he/him pronouns used for reader, ‘pussy’ and ‘clit’ used for genitals, binder referred to
content warnings: soft dom!will, hard-ish dom!nico, sub!reader, rope restraints, ball gag
I don’t think my head has ever been this loud.
Every time I look at my phone, there are more messages. Every time I look at my laptop, there are more emails. Every time I try and take a breath, there’s someone asking me questions and stealing the oxygen out of my mouth.
Five o’clock can’t come soon enough, and the second my alarm goes off, I shut everything down. The drive home is a concerning blur, and I don’t really come back to myself until the front door closes behind me with a distinctive click.
For the first time today, there’s quiet. The knot in my chest is still there, but at least my ears aren’t ringing with the sound of notifications. So invested in enjoying the lack of noise, it takes me a moment to realise that with Will and Nico, this level of quiet is wildly suspicious.
This realisation hits me at the same time that the smell of burning does, and I’m across the hall and in the kitchen in a heartbeat. I switch the oven off and open the window before opening the oven to a cloud of smoke and a smell that might once have been chicken.
Worst of all, I can feel the hot prick of tears behind my eyes. I sniff hard, pretending to myself and the spider in the corner that it’s because of the smoke, and yell out for my boyfriends.
“Kitchen! Now!”
There’s a surprised commotion from the bedroom, and the boys come careering around the corner before coming to an abrupt halt; if they’d been cars, their tyres would have screeched. My temper rears its ugly head and I take a good five seconds to lower the volume of my voice.
“…why did I come home to the kitchen nearly on fire?”
Nico keeps quiet, standing a little behind Will, who clears his throat. “Um. We were making dinner?”
“Are you asking?” I drawl, an unimpressed eyebrow raising as I grab the oven gloves and retrieve the cremated corpse of ‘dinner’.
Will winces, and in fact pushes Nico in front of him like a shield. The younger glares back at him before turning back with an appropriately guilty face. “We were making dinner and got a little distracted.”
“Understatement.” I take off the oven gloves carefully, making a conscious choice to put them on the counter rather than thrown them at my boyfriends. My voice is controlled but still condescending. “How about next time, you don’t go make out when there’s food cooking without a timer?”
“That’s fair,” Nico nods, hands shoved in his pockets and hair covering most of his face. Will isn’t much better, trying to hide behind Nico despite being several inches taller, both looking like scolded teenagers, and my frustration flares.
I take a sharp inhale, running my hands through my hair. “You’re grown adults, you should be able to cook food without nearly burning down the kitchen! I’ve spent the whole day fixing shit, why do I have to do the same thing the moment I get home?”
Will and Nico exchange a look that I can’t decipher, and my phone vibrates in my pocket with the same notification sound that I think is engraved in my skull by now. Without thinking, I take out my phone and drop it on the floor, my foot raising—
“Whoa!”
One set of hands grabs my knee while another rescues my phone from the threat of being stamped on. I click back to myself with Will’s hands cupping my face and Nico setting my phone far away on the opposite side of the kitchen after switching it off.
There’s a pause, tense and suffocating, before Nico clears his throat. “Long day?”
I visibly deflate. “…yeah. I’ll be fine, I just need a minute.”
Will snorts softly in affectionate disbelief, running his thumbs over my cheekbones. “You need more than a minute, babe, you nearly smashed your phone.” He leans in enough to press a soft kiss to my forehead, a gesture I refuse to admit is soothing. “You need the rest of the evening at minimum.”
“Sentiment appreciated,” I begin, straightening up and looking at the burned husk of chicken on the side. “But someone has to make dinner and it’s not gonna be you two.”
“We’ll order.” Nico pads over to link his fingers with mine. “With all the love in my cold dead heart—” A smirk tugs at my lips at that. “—if you’re at ‘property destruction’ levels of pissed-off, I’m not letting you have access to knives or fire or spices.”
While perhaps a little insulting that they don’t trust me to control myself, he has a point. Will stifles a smile with a kiss to my cheek, rude but sweet. “Our baby is overwhelmed, so we’re gonna take care of him, okay?” He pulls back to look into my eyes, sternness in his eyes akin to a doctor explaining why his patient has a treatment plan in the first place. “You are doing nothing, understand?”
Nico tugs on my hand, drawing my attention. “You gotta trust us, we’ll look after you.”
I release a long-suffering sigh, like the task of letting my boyfriends take care of me is inconvenient and arduous. “…Fine, fine, if you insist.”
The pair of them have me in the bedroom before I can blink, pushing me (lovingly) onto the bed. Nico wastes no time in clambering into my lap, slender hands on my face as he pulls me into a heated kiss. I make a noise of surprise, successfully distracted from whatever Will is doing behind me.
I lose myself in the kiss, eyes closing and hands resting on Nico’s waist. My fingers begin to sneak beneath his hoodie— my hoodie— but get about an inch onto his stomach before they’re forcibly removed. Will takes my wrists and holds them behind my back, and I feel the familiar drag of rope across my skin. Well, semi-familiar— usually I’m the one doing the tying.
“Hey, what?”
My confusion is mumbled into Nico’s lips, and he pulls away just enough to whisper, “Colour?”
A moment to think, and I nod. “Green.”
“Good.” And that’s the end of that, Nico re-instigating the kiss and licking into my mouth as Will skilfully binds my hands behind my back. I tug experimentally at the knots, simplistic but snug.
“Have you been practicing?” Nico roll his eyes as I break the kiss again to speak, and Will laughs at both of us.
“Yes, but shh, you’re supposed to be not doing anything.”
Nico sits back a little on my lap, arms crossed and eyes narrowed at me in scrutiny. I raise my eyebrow in silent question. Rather than answer, silently or otherwise, he climbs off my lap and opens the bottom drawer of the bedside table.
Both Will and I follow him with our eyes, watching as he withdraws a clicker and a ball gag. Our eyes widen, but Nico simply returns to my lap and passes the clicker to Will. “Put that in his hand.” He looks back at me. “You want to stop, you click. Open your mouth if you understand.”
It’s a little disorienting to have my own words twisted and turned on me, but I’m more than interested in where this is going. Will presses the clicker into one of my hands and I open my mouth.
Nico fits the silicone ball between my teeth and swiftly buckles it behind my head. He slips a finger either side between the soft leather straps and my cheeks, making sure they’re not too tight. “Good?”
I nod, and Will leans from behind me to kiss my temple. “Good thinking, Neeks, no more speaking, no more thinking.” His hands reach around to my front, unbuttoning my work shirt with deft, casual fingers. “You or me?”
“You, you’re taller and I want to keep an eye on him from the front.”
The short conversation goes over my head, but I have no time to decipher it. Working with coordination borne of a joint cause, I’m flipped onto my front by two pairs of hands. My open shirt flutters around me, the sheets pressed against my stomach and binder.
Nico moves to sit in front of me, and Will hoists my hips up so I’m on my knees with my chest to the bed, back forced into an arch. A click of his fingers, and Nico passes two pillows over my head, which Will shoves underneath me. I don’t get a chance to move myself, my knees yanked from underneath me so my hips fall onto the pillows.
“No moving, no speaking, no thinking,” Nico murmurs, burying a hand in my hair as Will makes quick work of my belt and zipper. “Will’s gonna fuck the thoughts out of your dumb head, and you’re gonna let him, without a fuss.”
There’s no room for argument, not that I could argue anyway, but the certainty and clarity in his voice is… nice. The knot in my chest finally begins to loosen.
Will tugs down my pants, and Nico pulls sharply at my hair as I try and lift my hips to help. “What did I just say about moving?”
I make a soft noise of an attempted apology around the gag, and Will hums a laugh behind me as he proceeds to pull down my underwear to mid-thigh. “Careful, baby, he might think you’re trying to speak.”
Red blossoms on my cheeks as Will runs his hands up the back of my thighs, squeezing my ass. My hand not holding the clicker flexes as he dips a hand between my thighs, wasting no time and nudging two fingers at my opening.
“How wet is he?” Nico asks, quiet and low, keeping his eyes on me as he guides my head to one side more comfortably.
Will almost coos, his fingers making my body shudder as he eases them inside me. “Pretty wet… poor baby’s been so stressed he can’t even get wet properly.” He slowly drags his fingers out and pushes them back in, all the way to the knuckle, and I moan through the gag as he curls them. “That’s okay, we’ll get him there. Top drawer.”
Without hesitation, Nico reaches for the bedside table again, grabbing a half-empty bottle of lube and a condom. Will murmurs his thanks, accepting the lewd offerings.
I squeak in surprise as cold gel drips onto Will’s fingers and into me, his hand continuing to move as he slicks my warming flesh. He twists them to let his thumb push through my folds to find my clit, pressing circles into it as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
“Better,” he muses, and I can feel him leaning down to look, his free hand grabbing one of my asscheeks and pulling it to get a better view. My actual cheeks are glowing with red, and every time I squirm, Nico gives my hair a sharp tug.
Will removes his fingers and I whine quietly in protest, my hole fluttering weakly around nothing. He shushes me gently, and I hear the sound of sweatpants being pulled down. “Don’t worry, sweet boy, I’m gonna give you something better, promise.”
Taking advantage of the momentary pause, Nico moves the hand in my hair to under my chin, tilting my head back to look up at him. Cheeks red, spit gathering around the ball gag at the corners of my mouth, hair messy from being tugged— I paint quite a picture. He smirks, and lets my head drop back down to the bed.
“He’s already pretty gone, but there are still some thoughts behind his eyes.”
“I can fix that.” Will leans over me, planting one hand by my head as the other grips the base of his cock. He presses a quick kiss behind my ear as he lines himself up with my pussy, already nudging the tip into my hole. “Relax, sweetheart, we’ve got you.”
I inhale sharply as Will presses forward, slow and steady, forcing me to feel every inch and ridge even through the latex. Nico returns his hand to my hair, stroking softly this time as he watches Will sink his cock into me with rapt attention.
While I’m physically stronger than both of them, Will is taller, and right now he feels massive above me. Both his hands brace either side of my head as he buries himself to the hilt, releasing a shaky breath as I instinctively squeeze around him. I tug uselessly at the rope around my wrists, and for my troubles I earn another harsh tug on my hair from Nico and a sharp snap of hips from Will.
“Stay. Still.”
For a few seconds, everything is still, and I know they’re waiting to see if I use the clicker clutched in my hand. I don’t even consider it, and the lack of response is exactly what they need.
Will quickly works up speed, moving his hips faster every time I think I’ve adjusted to it. His hips meet my ass with every thrust, the slapping sound smothering any other thoughts my exhausted brain can come up with. Nico watches carefully, dark eyes hooded and focused almost entirely on my face, my reactions, every involuntary twitch my body makes.
“That’s better,” he mutters, thumb swiping at the spit drooling down my chin, smearing it over my cheek to make even more of a mess. “Much harder to think or be angry when you’re being fucked.”
Will pauses, shifts his hips a little, and I choke on a cry as the head of his cock kisses my sweet spot. Pleasure bleeds into my system, saturating my limbs and pooling heavy in my gut. I can hear his grin. “There it is.”
His aim gets more precise, hips pounding sharper as I feel myself start to come undone. Adding welcome insult to pleasurable injury, Nico leans forward and slips his hand between my hips and the pillows propping them up, finding my clit. He doesn’t move his fingers, simply keeping them tucked against me, Will’s thrusts forcing me to grind against them every time.
I’m panting around the gag, stomach spasming as my orgasm curls at my toes before spreading rapidly through the rest of my body. Will’s hips stutter as my walls clamp around his cock, his breath catching as he forces himself to keep moving, working me through my release. Nico keeps his attention on me, only removing his fingers from under me when he sees the twitches of oversensitivity start.
A few moments later, Will’s arms give out, his body falling on top of me as he grinds his cock into me, his own orgasm shuddering through him. He buries his face into the back of my neck, pressing messy but sincere kisses to my warm, sweat-tacky skin.
“So good,” he whispers, giving me one last kiss to my ear before he drags himself out and off of me, flopping onto the bed beside me.
Rolling his eyes, Nico takes the initiative. “He comes and is out of commission for two to three business days.” With gentle hands that were pulling my hair twenty seconds ago, he unbuckles the gag and carefully pull it from my mouth.
I swallow the excess saliva in my mouth, panting softly, and staying quiet even with the gag removed. Nico sets the gag off to the side to deal with later, and moves to undo the rope around my wrists.
Once Will has come back to himself and discarded the condom, they both strip me of the rest of my clothes. After some gentle cleaning and re-dressing in comfier clothes, I find myself cuddled up between them, Will massaging my wrists and Nico running his hands over my back and shoulders under the guise of also massaging.
I clear my throat, shy in a way I’m not really used to being. “…thank you.”
The pair of them grin, cats that got the cream. “You’re welcome,” Nico whispers back, words muffled into the back of my shoulder.
“Yeah,” Will murmurs, lifting my hands to kiss them. “You don’t always have to be on top of things, y’know? We can take care of you when you need it.”
There’s a pause before Nico’s gleeful voice pipes up.
“Yeah, sometimes we can be on top of you.”
this was longer than i expected, testament to the fact that i do not control the story lol i hope you enjoyed!
