J. Bunbury

In every set of twins there is one angel, one devil." Afghanistan Veteran | Marines 28-year-old Firefighter Charleston Native

[welovegarretthedlund]

“I’m sorry.”

[crackshiplife]

[whitesmokeblackash]

[eddie-redmayne-italian-blog]

[darker-sooner]

[welovegarretthedlund]

[carrotcakesucks]

[pan-uk]

[lovemurphythe100]

[welovegarretthedlund]

[welovegarretthedlund]

[jack-bunbury]

Jack ✉ Hollywood

Ava: What would you say if I told you I just got a hug from Nicki Minaj?

Jack: I'd be more jealous if you had said Luke Bryan tbh

[jack-bunbury]

TEXT | Bend It Like Beckham

Jack: Get your mind out of the gutter---there's plenty of ways to take advantage of a person, Kaka, not just sex.

Jack: Then name the day and I'll be there!

Allie: Hey I like my mind in the gutter. It tends to have a lot of fun there. So don't tell me what to do. Kidding. I was just going to make you go play drunken mini golf with me.

Allie: Mhm -- Sunday?

Jack: Drunken mini golf? I suck at golf sober... we'll be there for ages just me trying to get damn putt putt golfing right but fine. We do that and then we catch one of the football games at the Roadhouse!

[be-loved-1]

only you…

[indelible-girl-blog]

You held me so tight, all my pieces came together.

[mclting]

So it seemed the night wasn’t over, holding the man’s hand. “Seamus’ cousin, right? I remember you.” He replied before finally shaking his hand, “I’m Samuel Callahan, and I was expecting a return from the station, didn’t know you would return so soon but come on in.” He opened the door, allowing the man to get insire before he would close it, heading straight to his office. Everyone knew it was easy to see Samuel there for longer than he needed so it wasn’t a big deal.  “You can have a sit. Do you want a cup of coffee or anything before we start talking about it?”

[jack-bunbury]

“The one.” The mention of Seamus took Ernest by surprise, trying to put the two together but his memory was faltering—not like that was very rare lately, anyways. Some things just were harder to pick than others, especially if he had to dig deep into his brain, so he didn’t even bother trying to remember a Samuel Callahan from before, following the detective into the office and taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. “Water is fine.” He added, merely agreeing for a drink out of politeness and not really because he wanted any. “We filed the report on the case, I wrote it myself and signed it, pretty much everything there is to say, it’s there. What’s the lead on the investigation? How can I be of help?” 

[jack-bunbury]

Aftermath {closed}

[jack-bunbury]

Ernest couldn’t take his eyes away from her, scanning her entire body, her every curve, touching her with his eyes as the woman so strongly pinned him to the bed rendered helpless under her touch. He wanted her, all of her, just like this. There was a different look in her eyes he couldn’t exactly tell at the moment if it had been there before, but there was a burning desire behind them that matched his own, heated and hungry. She was torturing him, her pout so out of his reach, her kisses on his chest making his muscles flex. One look up and he found himself groaning, grunting in protest and fake objection to her moves, the curve of her eyes sticking up and making his jaw clench in sweet agony.

I was hoping you’d surprise me...

His eyes were narrowed, a darker shade meeting hers. What was she doing? She had every intention to drive him mad, crazy, insane—and he was willingly falling for it because it was too late now. Ernest was gone a long time ago now against his better judgement. It couldn’t all be so wrong if it felt so right, now, could it?

“Isabel.” He was almost growling the name, heavy on his throat, rumbling through his chest though the consonants were soft. Tell me what you want. It wasn’t difficult to turn them over, even with her strong hold. Ernest mustered up all his strength and used his torso and legs to take her by surprise until it was her now pinned against the mattress, him moving to straddle her, kissing the ends of her mouth but not touching her lips, down her jawline, nuzzling her face until he whispered in heated breaths just exactly what he wanted. “You”. Leaning back, the man turned her on her chest, brushing her hair away from her shoulders, lips grazing her spine leaving a trail of pecks. “All— of— you.” The words were mumbled against her skin, taking his time between them as a hand traveled down her side and rested firmly on her ass. She had teased him with the view and the memory only made him squeeze a bit harder, enough to leave a mark that would fade quickly but not hurt, kissing all the way up her back again and resting his chin on her shoulder blade, nibbling on her ear. “Why would I tell you if I can show?”