#salommy

[until-i-set-him-free]

The boy can multitask. ❤️

[gaytommykinard]

saltommy + tumblr text posts

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

You left and took my heart with you.

Do you still feel it beat for you?

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

Hello!! 6 & 34 for the smut prompts please - whatever ship sparks joy! 💗

"Would you just shut up and kiss me already?"

(You're getting Hannigram first, because I cannot believe I left those two dramatic assholes off the tag list)

They've been circling each other in the strange little safehouse in Cuba while they recover from their wounds. Chiyoh is gone (for now), having decided that they were well enough to change the couple of bandages left on their bodies and take their medications. Will doesn't understand Japanese, but Hannibal had been smirking fondly at her back while she packed and ranted at him. When she'd turn to direct her ire at him, he'd try to look contrite.

She leaves with a final slam of the front door, and Hannibal looks sidelong at Will. "It seems we are now left to--"

"Would you just shut up and kiss me already?" Will asks from where he's lounging on the couch with an old medical journal he'd found stashed in the office.

Hannibal kneels between his legs, spreading them deliberately as he watches Will bookmark the journal and toss it on the floor. "So you were waiting for her to leave."

"No," Will corrects, grabbing Hannibal by the chin and giving him a terrible grin that tugs at the scar tissue on his cheek. "You were. I was waiting for you."

When Hannibal surges forward to kiss him, it's with a kind of desperation Will hasn't felt since that night on the cliff when they slayed a dragon. They tear at each other's clothes and skin and hair until Hannibal's shoulders are pinned to the couch by Will's knees and he's fucking into his mouth while maroon brown eyes gaze up at him adoringly.

He wishes Hannibal had died in the ocean. He can't live without him anymore. They feel like one being, one entity, one heart, one fractured soul, and Will knows as he pulls out and slides down to kiss him like he loves him, he'd destroy anything that would ever dare try to destroy this.

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"Tell me what you want."

(And this is Salommy/SalTommy 😌)

He's one to talk, but Tommy really is a cocky little shit.

Sal had Grindr downloaded for all of four days before he got a message from a "TK" with a message that just said: 'Interesting.' Forty minutes later, someone was knocking on Sal's door.

"I fuckin' knew it was you," Sal mutters, stepping aside to let an unimpressed Tommy in. "Look, it's been a long couple--"

"I'm not here to give you shit, Sal," Tommy says with a pointed look as he toes his shoes off and tucks them next to Sal's work boots. "I'm actually here because I would've thought you'd call me."

Sal blinks at him, because the fucking cheek of this guy. "Why's that?"

"Because I used to wonder if you were thinking the same thing I was," Tommy says, stepping toe-to-toe with him. "I can go, or we can just talk. Or you can tell me what you want."

"Think you can handle what I want?" Sal taunts, bumping their chests together. It's easy to fall into macho bullshit posturing, especially with Tommy.

"Find out," Tommy says with a little smirk, and Sal has him turned around with his front pressed against the door fast enough that it sounds like the wind gets knocked out of him.

"What I want," Sal murmurs, gripping Tommy's wrist and pressing the hard line of his cock against his perfect ass, "is to make you fuckin' beg, gorgeous."

Tommy, who can beat the shit out of Sal on his worst day, grinds back against him with a soft noise. "How you gonna do that?"

He drags him into the bedroom, strips him down, and puts Tommy facedown on the bed with his ass in the air and his face in the duvet.

"Now what?" Tommy asks, his voice muffled.

"Now," Sal says, rubbing his hands up thick hamstrings, "you're gonna be a good boy and hold yourself open for me."

Tommy turns his head as he reaches back to do what Sal says. "Then what?"

Sal rubs his thumb over Tommy's hole, smiles when his eyelids flutter and he lets out a pretty little whimper. "Then we're gonna see how long it takes you to beg me to fuck you til' you cry."

Turns out, it takes about five minutes, two fingers, and Sal sucking on his rim.

"Thought you'd hold out longer," Sal teases as he rolls a condom on.

"I've been holding out for nine years, dickhead," Tommy mutters, flipping onto his back. He's flushed and hard and so damn pretty, always has been. When he pulls his knees back, Sal feeds his cock into him, watching the way Tommy's face changes from disbelief to awe.

"Worth the wait?" Sal asks, hooking Tommy's legs over his elbows. "Everything you dreamed of? Everything you wa--"

"Shut the fuck up," Tommy groans, yanking him down into a kiss.

[may-i-have-loops]

Yes I did this in the middle of my unfinished christmas prompts....I'm not sorry (´ω｀)

Original meme on right...obvi (≧∇≦)b

[107263]

tommy would be fine being in love with a man if it didn't mean he'd be in love with sal, and sal would be fine being in love with tommy if it didn't mean he'd be in love with a man

saltommy/salommy au

[honestlynervousnut]

Dear Tim Minear:

I write this to tell you that I DON'T want Buddie to be canon,I don't dislike the ship.It just feels predictible af.

BUT....in the event that they do go canon im gonna have to ask you to bring back Sal and let him and Tommy have the chance they couldn't have years ago,because one thing im not gonna tolerate is you leaving my boy Tommy alone and sad.

Reblog if you agree 👍

[judymarch15]

day 82 of @118dailydrabble

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“Hey, you guys wanna grab a drink?” Chim asked, jogging toward Sal and Tommy.

They looked at each other, then at Chim. “We actually had plans,” Sal said.

“Great, I’ll join you.”

After a few beers, the three of them had warmed up, laughing and sharing stories. Under the table, Sal’s hand discreetly traveled around Tommy’s thigh.

“So what’s the deal. You’re both good-looking guys. How are you single?” Chim asked.

“Just haven’t found the right woman. Right Tommy?”

Sal pinched Tommy’s thigh with a wicked grin.

“What are you looking for? Maybe I can help the search,” Chim offered.

“A good sense of humor,” Tommy said at the same time Sal answered “Blue eyes and huge tits.”