#lostsullivans

[samcrocrew]

@lostsullivans​

“Frankie?” Faith peered into his office, not willing to step in until he said it was okay. “I kinda need to confess something to you. Got a few?”

[cracknoir]

@lostsullivans​ happy birthday Bullet!!

     “I don’t want no bullshit ‘bout this bein’ too much.” He grumbled as he kicked the poorly-wrapped box over to Bullet. Inside was forty grand and a pistol with an ivory grip, the metal of the gun had been dipped in gold. “You deserve it for putting up with my bullshit. Got’ta buy your own bullets though -- don’t want you tryn’a shoot me again.” 

[beefsolo]

The two girls rushed into the bedroom, hopping up on the bed and pushing their way between their parents, much to Bullet's chagrin. "Daddy! Daaaad! Happy Father's Day!" Penny cheerfully said, scrambling toward his face, taking it in his tiny hands. Ruby bounced on to his stomach. "Yes, Happy Fadder's Day!" The pair burst into a fit of giggles together. "We made you breakfast," the brunette declared as her mother turned over, eyes skeptical. "I'll get up and make sure nothin's on fire."

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"Did she say Hapoy Fatter day?" Ben groaned, groggy and out of breath from the weight of his daughter bouncing up and down on his torso. "What kind of breakfast?" He asked, just as skeptical. He tried his best to subdue them by wrapping his arms around them to force them into stillness. But it was then that he kissed both of their heads. God, what a wonderful feeling it was. Somwthing he never thought he wouls be able to experience. "Thanks, babe." He said after Bullet.

[princecfdenmark]

@princecfdenmark​

Hosting the annual family reunion in New York had been Senior’s idea. Now, the entire Upper East Side seemed to be crawling with Hamlet’s relatives – Norwegians, Danes, and Russians. There were enjoying the high life at Senior’s expense by visiting museums, riding The Hurricane with their kids at Coney Island, buying art at the galleries and auction houses, and indulging themselves in whatever way they knew how.

Hamlet had come to this dive bar in Chelsea with Ragnhild and Irina to get away from it all. The two women had gone home hours ago, but he was still here nursing his third beer of the night. The place was practically empty now apart from a few regulars and a couple who were French kissing in one of the booths.

“Families,” he said to the bartender. “Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.” 

[samcrocrew]

@lostsullivans​

“C’mon, Bullet. Let’s go for a spin.”

[samcrocrew]

@lostsullivans​

“Frankie, baby?” She waved a spatula in the air. “I made dinner. Come and get it.”

[k4ndall]

@lostsullivans - for Bullet

Kendall had left his analyst’s office a little earlier today because there hadn’t been much work to do.  Before he went back to Penn Station and took the train to Montauk, he always liked walking around and the city and taking in the neighborhoods he hadn’t a chance to visit when he was living here. He was in the Flatiron District today wandering around quiet streets with beautiful walk-up apartments and passing smalls shops with quirky. If he hadn’t settled all the way out at the very tip of Long Island, he would have settled here.

He walked up to a food truck on Sixth Avenue that served Mediterranean food. He wasn’t sure what to order, so he turned to the woman in front of him. “What do you recommend?” he asked the red head.

[benreillyscarletspider]

@lostsullivans

“What are you gonna do, spank me?

A phrase that had initially come up between them early on while Ben and Bullet were getting closer, due to the way he couldn’t refrain from lecturing her about her less-ethical actions. But they’d found some middle ground as they’d explored things between them, overcoming a misfortune circumstance involving his radioactive blood, and talked things out more than either of them was really used to.

When she used it this time, however, it was less hostile; inviting, in fact. Particularly when she then turned to bend herself over the top of his sofa and presented her backside to him.

Immediately prior to placing her hands onto the fabric, she flipped up the hem of her skirt, revealing that she wore nothing beneath it. They both knew she’d done things more worthy of punishment than leaving home without panties, but he was willing to play along. “If you’re going to be a bad girl and do things like this, then I think we both know that I have to.”

Ben started off lightly, warming Bullet up to the impact of his open palm against her ass. “Why don’t you tell me what other naughty stuff you’ve been up to? We’ll find out just how long and how hard of a spanking you deserve” The next slap against her skin came a little harder, the sound resounding louder, and Ben’s smile grew wider.