#salmacian reader

“Bitch, you can’t complain about suffering when you get more Logan cleavage than I do,” Wade argued, grumpily, leaning against the couch with his arms crossed and Deadpool mask on (it was an off day for him). You two were facing each other on the couch with reruns of the Golden Girls in the background and Mary Puppins in his lap.

“Cunt, please. You get to fuck them. I can’t even rub one off on them. Don’t complain to me about you lacking when you got a dick to do all that fun shit with his chest and more,” you growl at him, also with your arms crossed and scowling at him. Mary gives you a quick bark, never liking when you growl at her Daddy. “Hush,” you command her, growly, and she whines, jumping off Wade’s lap to run to her bed.

“You scared her,” Wade deadpanned, glaring at you through the whites of his mask and frowning, utterly annoyed.

With a heavy sigh, you look at Mary who has her butt facing you two. “Sorry,” you call out to her. You get a quiet growling grumble in return. Inhaling deeply, you roll your eyes. “She doesn’t like it when I growl at you. This is her having a temper tantrum, not fear. I can’t even smell it.”

Wade had shifted to watching you with his brow ridges down and pinched with his lips nearly a line that somehow his Deadpool mask mimics.

“What?” You ask, curious about what’s on his mind.

“Are you jealous of my dick?” He straight up asks, the Deadpool mask relaxing.

You fell back against the couch with a soft sigh. “Not jealous. I don’t want to covet your penis. I just want one of my own while keeping everything else.” You loosely wave at your crotch.

He frowns in thought. You’re not sure if he’s imagining you with a penis or trying to understand what you’re saying. Since his cock doesn’t appear larger in his hello kitty sweatpants, you assume the latter.

“I’m Salmacian,” you quietly admit.

“Bless you,” Wade replies. You grin and giggle.

He chuckles back at you. “So, what is a salamander ace?”

“Sal-mace-ian. It depends on the community you’re in, but for me, I understand it to be someone who is one gender and wants the genitalia of the biologically XX and XY—a functional penis and a vagina.” You can smell Wade’s arousal before his body starts responding. You continue anyway,” So, I want both. Honestly, I’d like my vagina and have my clit be a penis instead. I don't even have to ejaculate, just want the penile orgasms and being able to fuck people. I mean, it’d be cool to have a g-spot and a prostate but I’m fine with just my g-spot.” There is Wade, next to you, zoned out with his eyes on your face as you finish speaking. His arousal smells very strong with his amazingly fully erect cock that is quickly making a wet spot on the front of his sweatpants. You’re trying to decide what you wanna do.

“I am not Transgender,” you add. “I am Pangender flux,” you remind him. “Salmacian is under the non-binary flag.”

“I remember you saying that before, and that’s good to know,” he coos and scoots over towards you until your thighs and knees are touching. Rolling your eyes at him, you get up but are stopped when he grabs your hips in both of his hands, then scoots you back and over to sit you down on his lap, back to chest.

You grunt disapprovingly while hiding the small smile on your lips. ”You know how Logan is,” you warned Wade.

“Honey badger only gets upset if he doesn’t know,” Wade replied as he slid his hands to your inner thighs and rested them there. He’s merely two inches from your sex and for whatever reason, this particular tease gets you going every time.

Pulling his mask up over his nose, he leans forward to brush his lips against your ear sending a shiver down your spine and goosebumps across your neck and back. “Get out your phone, puppy.” You growl and dig out your phone from your sleep shorts. You open up the camera, pop the little kickstand on your phone case, and set it to record as you place it on the coffee table. This isn’t the first time you’ve made a video and sent it to Logan. Logan and you have done the same to Wade numerous times.

Leaning back against Wade whose hands go to the hem of your T-shirt and pull it up. You raise your arms helping him undress you, revealing your breasts and freckled chest matching your freckled face and arms. He hooks his thumbs into your sleep shorts, you stand up and he pulls them down before pushing his own sweatpants down to the floor. You sit back down on his lap just behind his hard cock. This is your favorite position. It makes it look like you have a cock but never told anyone.

“No wonder you enjoy this so much,” he breathes against your neck. Another shiver goes down your spine and your nipple hardens. ”Look, Logan! They have their own dick now.” You breathed in sharply, eyes cast down at the cock in front of you before looking at your phone with wide eyes. “Go on, puppy,” Wade encourages. “Play with your hard cock for Alpha.” Your eyes go straight to the camera again, and your breath is now shallow, panting. Your heart pounded in your chest at his words, warmth spread from your neck up to your face and down your chest. You’d never done this with a partner and them knowing. You never told partners since it’s taboo and shamed. You’ve always done it in your mind when positions fit. It seems like such a foreign concept: Permission to be genuine and play.

He leans to the side slightly, looking over your shoulder as he watches you. After nearly 30 seconds, he offers, “Maybe we should start with your pussy? Hmm? Make sure they’re both all nice and ready for fun.” The fingertips of left hand moved to your inner thigh, running up and down slowly while his right has a finger running up and down your folds. You were soaked. He added another finger and worked on gathering up your slick from around his your cock before taking your cock in hand. You and he inhale sharply, watching his slick-covered fingers begin to move down your shaft. It was as if someone had punched your moan out of you.

“Like that baby…boy,” Wade asked. You vigorously nodded. “Why don’t you help me? Show me what you like.”

Your hand shakily laid on top of his. “Oh, no, little boy.” Wade pulled his hand away and made sure to return yours to your cock. Your breath stuttered. You logically knew this was Wade’s dick but you swear in that moment you swear you could feel your fingers wrapped around it.

Your eyes never left your cock. The warmth from your hand and the sensitivity of your cock. The slickness under your hand. You needed more. You let go and swept all four fingertips to gather a good amount of your wetness before grabbing the head of your cock. You tightened your grip some and glided down. Wade and you both moaned, again, at the sensation. Continuing to move back up before returning downward, gathering more slick from your cunt as you did.

You could feel yourself grow wetter with each pass. Grunting as you work into an easy rhythm before adding a twist at the head. Wade hummed a groan. This felt so good that you nearly lost balance. Wade wrapped his arm under your breasts to keep you in place. “Just like that, baby,” he cooed, placing open-mouth kisses on your neck. You whined at his words. You could feel pinpricks of sweat forming on your scalp before they slid down onto your face and neck.

He licked the sweat from your skin, coating you in his scent. You hummed approvingly as you worked your cock faster. Suddenly, your core felt so empty that your other hand went straight to your entrance trying to stuff three fingers. Wade bit into your neck and nearly broke skin. Gasping, you closed your eyes for a few moments with your hand stuttering its rhythm. He pulled your hand away and stuffing fingers into your entrance as you worked your cock. “Such a hungry puppy, aren’t you?” He growled against your shoulder. He made sure to lean back some more, keeping you at more of an angle for the video as he used his other than to cover your hand so you were both jacking off. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes closed, and nearly overwhelmed by pleasure. Wade licked along your neck before nipping and sucking purple blotches into your skin. You moaned and whined. Felt tears burn behind your eyelids only to slide down your cheeks. You sobbed in rapture.

He nipped at the scar over your scent gland, the mating bite Logan made claiming you. You shuddered. “I can feel you clenching against my fingers, puppy,” Wade said into your skin and kissed the scar. He suddenly pulled his hand out, causing an unhappy whine from you. He then pushed four fingers into your entrance and bit at your mating scar as he pounded his fingers into your core. This sent you (both) over the edge. A scream caught in your throat that never made it past, silent as your body seized up and your channel clenched around Wade’s fingers, milking them while he kept his pace to keep your orgasm going. You could feel your warm spend dripping down your fingers as you and Wade worked your throbbing cock through. The intensity was too much for you, breath caught in your throat. Every peak hitting harder than the last until your body fell pliant against him and darkness invaded.

The next time you open your eyes, you find yourself laying on Wade, cleaned up from what it feels like, and several blankets over you both. You can smell all three of you on the blankets and bedsheets. Your mate’s scent hits you followed by footsteps entering the room and what sounds like a glass set down on the nightstand. Feeling the bed shift, you know Logan is here. He slides in under the blankets and presses up against you, wrapping his arm around you tightly with Wade’s.

This whole time you never moved, never made a sound, never changed your breathing, just listened and smelled. Your eyes open looking at nothing but Wade’s textured skin and the feel of his firm chest under your cheek. Arms suddenly squeeze you a bit harder before you’re suddenly shifted by two sets of hands onto your other side into Logan’s hairy, firm chest. Inhaling Logan’s scent makes you feel relaxed; didn’t notice your tension until now. You feel Logan wrap his arms around you and place kisses into your hair. Wade shifts the arm around you both and his leg over your hip, like usual, as Logan helps him get closer. Logan shushes you, and that’s when you realize you’re crying and whimpering. It’s as if you’ve come back to yourself, overwhelmed and confused, and scared. Everything feels different in your head. Wade pressed kisses against your temple and cheek.

You nuzzle into Logan’s chest, enveloping you into your alpha’s scent. Inhaling his scent into your lungs as tears freely flow from your eyes. You don’t understand why you’re crying, just that you are.

It was wonderful and scary.

Does it change anything? What does your mate think? You worry.

“You okay?” Logan whispers. Shifting your head up, you look at him with your brow furrowed and nod. “You don’t smell like it.”

“‘Memberin’,” you reply. “Just thinkin’.” You realize that you do feel a bit upset about it still but remembering how Wade and Logan took care of you after made you feel so safe and wanted. Logan pushing his love and adoration into your shared bond.

“Bout what?” He asked. You smile and kiss his chest. “Bout that time, after when you and Wade took such good care of me.”

You send snippets of the memory to him through your connection.

Logan smiled at you, this warm almost secret smile that he only shows his mates.

“You made me feel so safe and wanted,” you remind him.

“We love you, puppy.” He kisses your hair again.

“I know, alpha,” you whisper, then nuzzle into his chest again. You love how your alpha feels and smells against you. How amazing it is with Wade’s scent added. They accept you for who and what you are, authentic and genuinely you.