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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 1 year ago

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Badge Bunny - Part II

Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

This can be read as a stand alone but find part I here!

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Summary: A routine check at your bar goes sour. It may not be his fault, but you can certainly take out all of your frustrations on your boyfriend.

Word Count: 6.1k

18+ Minors DNI!

Warnings: Porn, with plot. Minimal use of Y/N. Reader is referred to as "Bunny" or "Bun". Toxic relationship (let's be honest here). Reader is physically assaulted at the beginning (not by Gator). Slight mommy kink. Switch Gator. Switch Reader. Light choking. Bondage. Oral (m & f receiving - face riding). Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it!). Orgasm denial (m). Breeding kink. Creampie.

It was a quiet Thursday night at the Lucky Lizard Bar and Grille, more bar than it's ever been a grill. You have your regulars that have been coming here to escape for years after a hard day's work needing to blow off a little steam before heading to their respective homes.

Much like any other weeknight, about ten patrons sit at the bar and various tables in the dimly lit building.

Neons in mostly red and blue decorated the walls, reflecting those colors back onto the faces you served. The jukebox in the corner pulling up another old country song these geezers loved to hear.

Henry was behind the bar, as usual, while you waited on the tables.

It was more lively on the weekends when people your age tend to come out for karaoke when there was nothing else to do in this town on a Saturday night. That’s when the real tips came in and why you suffered these boring weekdays.

You were over in the corner to yourself counting tonight's tips totaling a whopping forty-two bucks.

Looking up only when you heard the familiar, grating voice of Sheriff Roy Tillman booming over the speakers, as two other deputies followed in behind him.

Henry was quick to turn the music off.

“Alright everyone, IDs out. Just a friendly, routine check.” He smirked, as he caught your eye.

Smug fucking bastard.

Henry spoke up, “What’s this about Sheriff?”

Everyone knows damn good and well that he never came to this part of town, let alone caught dead in this bar for a so-called 'friendly’ check or otherwise.

“Like I said Henry, just a routine check.” He motioned to the other two and they moved to start checking everyone.

You were glued to your spot, unsure of what to do. You were busy keeping your eye on Roy you hadn’t noticed Deputy Shelton walk up slowly beside you.

“ID,” he huffed out, as you turned to look up at him. He licked his lips as his beady eyes followed your curves down and slowly back up.

“I work here dipshit; I don’t have my ID on me.” You didn’t think before the words left your mouth.

“Sounds like we’ve got a problem here then.” He clicked his tongue. “See, Sheriff there got a tip this place is serving minors and we’ve got to make sure everyone’s of age. That includes you.” He stepped closer, crowding your space; the stench of his mentholated dip stuck between his lip hitting you as he spoke.

“Seein’ that I’ve never stepped foot in this shit hole before, you just look like some common bar whore t’me.”

He edged more into your space, making you take a step back further into the dimly lit corner. Further away from where others could see you.

“Ask Henry. He’ll vouch for me. Hell ask...,” you were cut off, squeaking with surprise as he grabbed your upper arm, getting right in your face.

“You back talkin’ me? No ID, and now you’re disrespecting an officer of the law? How stupid are you? I could arrest you right now and haul your ass to the station.”

“No, sir.” You timidly spoke, gritting your teeth trying to maintain some level of composure instead of ripping his head off.

He once again moved closer into your space, his hips pushing into yours. You had nowhere else to go, back hitting the rough wall.

“We can always remedy this situation, after hours, if you know what I mean.” His lips curled back into a nasty smile. You wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. “What do you say, baby? Out back, in the alley would do just fine. I’m sure you’re used to’ that.”

His lewd insinuation made your stomach lurch.

Before you could respond Roy spoke up behind him.

“Shelton, problem back here?” For once grateful to see him.

“Naw Sheriff, just this bitch tryin’ to say she doesn’t have an ID.” He turned to face the other man, a smug look plastered to his own face, no doubt happy with his work, grip still tight on your arm, surely to leave bruises, as he pulled you around with him.

You knew most of the deputies in town were aware that you and Gator were together. Shelton was one of the hardcore jerks stuck so far up Roy’s ass that he didn’t care to pay much attention to anything else. Maybe he didn’t recognize you, or maybe he was just trying to gain favor with Roy.

“Ah, Y/N. Pleasant surprise.” He nodded, tipping his hat toward you.

The grip on your arm loosened just a bit as Shelton looked back down at you, eyes widening at the realization.

“Y/N? Gator’s Y/N?”

“The one and only.” You spoke up, looking straight back at him, while wrenching yourself from his now weak hold.

You straighten your posture, gaze shifting between both men.

“We’re almost done here Y/N. You can get back to work serving these fine men of Stark County.”

“Sure, Sheriff.” You put your head down as you walk behind the bar to the storage area where you kept your things while on shift.

It felt like the eyes of the entire bar were trailing you. You were sure if you looked up, they would be.

Henry gave you a pitying frown as you passed him, before he gently touched your arm, halting your path.

“Hey, you can go for the night. I think most everyone will clear out after this. No one wants to be hanging around knowing the Sheriff could be watching for drunk drivers.”

You just nod and continue to the back.

You grabbed your phone from your purse, typing out a quick but effective text.

WHERE ARE YOU???

It only took a few seconds to see those three dots appear. Then disappear. Then reappear once more.

Outside. Back lot.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, hoping to God that he had somehow just gotten here and hadn’t been out there the whole damn time but in the back of your mind you already knew that answer.

Putting the phone away, grabbing your purse, and throwing your jacket over your shoulders you head straight for the back door avoiding going through the front walking past Roy and his goons. You could still hear them talking with Henry as you made your exit.

The chill of the night air bit at your bare legs sending a shiver up your spine. His truck was situated in his usual parking spot whenever he would pick you up from a late-night shift. You slammed the door behind you.

Feeling like your blood was boiling, you stalked over to where he sat behind the wheel. Seeing the end of his vape light up before you could actually see him, with the putrid fruity scented cloud drifting from the window.

“Bunny,” he began as you got closer to the window, but you cut him off.

“Are you fucking kidding me Gator? Please tell me you weren’t out here this entire fucking time?”

He looked down, his silence giving you the answer as you slowly nodded, lips pursed. You could feel the fresh sting of tears welling up behind your eyes as you looked away from him.

“I’m sorry. My hands were tied.”

Taking a step back, you really appraised him. This man who was fiercely in love with you but also took a back seat when it came to his old man.

You nod, “Yeah, I get it.”

You had made up your mind.

“Fuck you, Gator Tillman.” Flipping him off as you turned away, stomping toward the main road.

“Bunny! Baby, don't be like that!” He watches you walk away, knowing you were in no mood to listen to reason.

He slammed his fist into the steering wheel, “Fuck.”

He let out a deep breath while putting the truck into drive to chase you down.

You had accepted the letdown. Per usual, just another man not living up to your expectations. Words mean absolutely nothing without some action behind them.

Using your phone's flashlight to navigate the desolate road back to your house, it was going to be a long walk.

The headlights cut through behind you, casting your shadow well beyond your line of vision into the night.

The engine roared up beside you, as he slowed the truck to your pace but you kept a steady path forward, not giving him the satisfaction of looking over.

“Bun, come on. We both know you're not gonna walk all the way home. It's cold. Get in the truck.”

You ignore him, head held high, arms tucked around yourself shielding you from the cool weather as you continue a few more paces.

“Seriously? Just gonna ignore me? That's how it's gonna be? Fine. Walk home, stubborn ass. See if I give a shit.”

You scoff, knowing he'll stay here all night if it meant you'd make it home safe and sound. Bad boy but secret softie for you.

He was growing more impatient by the second.

“Baby, C’mon. I'll make it up t'you.” He pleaded.

You stopped. He perked up, hopeful but deflated when he saw your face once you turned toward him. Tear stained, reddened and flustered.

“Make it up to me? That shouldn't have happened in the first place! If I wasn't involved with you, Roy wouldn't even bother coming by that damn place!” You yelled out, now beyond frustrated.

He let out an over exaggerated huff as his foot slammed on the brake.

“Goddamnit Bunny! Get in the fuckin' truck. You're not walkin’ home in the dark. Take this as my last warning before I drag your ass in here.” He leveled his gaze. You knew he'd do it, as you had learned the hard way on more than one occasion.

“Fine.” You sighed, not feeling up to struggling any more than you had to, stepping over and opening the door. You hopped in and slammed it. The noise made him grit his teeth and shut his eyes, but he held his tongue.

You curled into yourself and crossed your arms. Ignoring his pointed look, opting to stare out the window instead.

The rest of the drive was filled with the hum of the engine and radio softly playing. He hadn’t bothered trying to converse with you. You’d talk when you were ready. He knew when he could push and this wasn’t one of those times, though he didn’t understand why you were so mad.

Roy had told him it was just an ID check, nothing out of the ordinary and he should just “sit this one, it's a conflict of interest.” Gator did as he was told knowing you’d be a little ticked but hadn’t expected this much bratty behavior.

He pulled up to your small house. Rarely ever staying at Roy’s anymore, instead calling home wherever you may be.

You didn’t wait for him to fully put the truck in park before jumping out, slamming the door once again.

He simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath to control his temper. It was going to be a long night.

You walked through the door and shrugged off your jacket, slinging it onto the couch. The leather suddenly felt suffocating when you made it into the house.

Walking into the kitchen, you opened the fridge grabbing a fresh beer; cracking it open and chugging back about half as you heard his heavy footfalls behind you.

Gator wasn’t stupid. Something was wrong. You rarely drank, given your job most days it was revolting to you.

He unzipped his vest, removing it before setting it on the back of the kitchen chair. Then removed his hat, running a hand through his hair that was now falling at the sides.

“Bunny, you goin’ to keep bein’ a bitch and ignore me all night or are you gonna tell me what the hell happened back there?”

You were mid-swig when the words left his mouth. You slowly lowered the bottle from your lips and set it on the counter beside you, composure starting to fail.

Turning on your heel, you lunged at him. Pushing him as hard as you could, but it only moved him enough to send him back a few inches.

“Fuck you, Gator!” You yelled; eyes full of rage but it only spurred him more.

He smirked, a crooked smile across his lips that only infuriated you more as he straightened back up to his full height.

“Fuck, I love when you get like this.” His voice now turning sultry, hand reaching for your left wrist still situated on his chest.

You blinked as your mind caught up with the insinuation. You reared your free hand back to slap him, but he easily caught it mid-air.

“That’s it, need to take it out on me? Need to use me?” He whispered lower. Eyes trailing down, catching your already heaving chest. Your body now betraying you.

“Huh Bun? That…” Stopping mid-sentence, his gaze softened as he dropped his grasp from your wrist, instead lifting his hand back up to your arm as his fingers traced newly forming bruises.

“Who the fuck touched you?” He didn’t look at you directly, still examining the finger shaped splotches of light purple.

Your gaze followed his, examining them yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat before looking back up at him.

“I… It was Shelton. He…”

“I’ll fuckin’ kill him.” His jaw tightened. You could see the tendons in his neck strain as he released a harsh breath. The gears in his head were already turning.

“Gator,” you spoke softly. “Baby, please. Don't do anything rash. I need you here with me right now.”

Reaching up to cup his face, making him look you in the eye.

You leaned up nuzzling your nose into his jaw, your mouth hot on his skin. The slightest stubble forming from the long day, scratching along your cheek.

Your lips working their way up, legs straining as you stood on the tips of your toes, reaching the shell of his ear, “Make me forget,” you whispered.

Your hand slowly slid down his chest, past his belt buckle. You took his already hardening length in your hand, giving him a teasing squeeze as he responds with a breathy moan, kicking up under your touch.

“Make me forget his hands were ever on me.” You kissed him lightly, letting your words sink in.

“Anything you want Bunny. I'm all yours.”

You pull back slightly, searching his face as he tilts his head looking down at you. His usual warm caramel swirls now turned into black pools blown full.

“Get your ass in the bedroom. Now, mama.”

Smacking your ass when you don't move fast enough, groping your cheek with his large hand pulling you further into him.

His turn to whisper in your ear. “Get those cuffs ready.”

He released his grip as you moved away from him, a smirk adorning your face knowing what was to come. Another sharp smack as he followed closely behind you.

As soon as you cross the threshold, to your shared room, he wastes no time.

Pressing his chest to your back, hands trailing your curves. One of his large palms comes to rest on your hip, the other wrapping around your throat as he pulls you back, halting your breath.

His prominent bulge pressing into the fat of your ass has you pressing your hips further into him as he groans.

His lips ghost the shell of your ear as he speaks.

“Tell me what you want Bunny. Tell me what you need.” Tightening his grip before releasing it. He wanted you to answer him.

Most of the time he took what he needed; you were pliant to him. On those rare occasions, you could make him speechless with the way you dominated him. It was always a push and pull. He didn't mind letting you take the reins.

“I need you to take off that stupid fuckin' uniform and lay on the bed.”

“Mmmmm… that's it baby. Good girl.” He placed a small kiss to your temple before releasing the hold on you and pulling away from you altogether. The cool air hitting your back where his warmth had just been.

You turned to watch him as he unlatched his thigh holster, laying it on top of the dresser.

You took a seat at the foot of the bed, crossing your legs waiting patiently for his little show.

He smirked, eyes trailing your legs, he was trying to contain himself. He knew this was about you. For you.

He unbuckled his belt and popped the button on his fly. Pulling his shirt free before pulling it up over his head. His broad chest now on display for you, had your thighs pushing further together. It didn't go unnoticed, but he didn't say anything.

He unlaced and kicked his boots to the side, finally letting his pants slide from his waist.

The bulge in his boxers had you salivating. He palmed himself, slowly tracing his thick outline.

“Like what you see?” He licked his lips, hooking the band of his boxers but you stopped him before he shed them.

“Stop. Leave ‘em. Come here.” You pat the empty spot beside you.

He raised his brow but obeyed. He strode over and sat with a bounce, as you got up. Your turn to give him a show. Knowing he was already rock hard; he'd be eating out of the palm of your hand.

You stood a foot from him, almost between his thighs but not quite.

Your fingertips traced your own curves, reaching the hem of your shirt and slowly lifting it to reveal the red lacy bra that always drove him crazy.

“Fuck,” he sucked in a harsh breath. “Do you know what you do to me?”

He tried to grip your hips, but you batted his hands away.

“Nuh uh. You can look. Don't touch.”

He nodded and leant back, attempting to rub himself once more but you grabbed his wrist.

“No, you can't touch yourself either. Be a good boy for me.” You whispered, hand resting on his cheek. “Go ahead and lay back.”

He propped himself back against a couple of pillows, lacing his fingers behind his head, eyes never leaving you as you shimmed your skirt down your hips.

He whistles low, “look at my pretty girl. C’mere baby.” He says as he nods toward his lap. His cock now straining and tented in his boxers.

You saunter over, crawling up the bed slowly toward him.

You lifted yourself so you could straddle his waist, but not dropping your hips, so you were hovering over where he wanted your weight the most.

You move forward, pressing your still covered chest into his. Nose nudging slightly against his before your lips collide.

He brings his hands to your hips with a bruising grip, pushing you down on his cock while his hips shift to meet yours. Grinding, so desperately trying to find the friction you both wanted.

You moan into his mouth at the feeling, his length hitting your clit just right.

“That's it, sweet thing. Let me hear all those pretty noises.”

You lifted up slightly, tracing his jaw with your finger as you spoke.

“Here's what's going to happen tonight. I'm going to ride this handsome face, but” you tightened your hand as much around his throat as it would allow. “If you even think about touching yourself or cumming, I will cuff you and leave you aching and begging all night.”

“Fuck, Bunny. I'll do anything for my girl.” He said as his eyes linger on your lips.

“I'm going to put that mouth to good use.”

He quickly shifted you from his lap, nearly shoving you off the bed in the process. You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped from his show of eagerness.

He scooted down, into the bed allowing himself to be more flat against the pillow.

“C’mon baby, don't leave me waiting. Use me. Use my face. You know you want to.”

You slowly hooked the lace between your fingers and slid them down your thighs as he watched you intently, licking his lips. You flicked them toward him with a giggle. He easily caught them, laying them on the nightstand.

You crawl back over to him and straddle his chest as he pulls you closer, hands digging into the fat of your ass. You grip the headboard to keep from falling forward.

“Don't take it easy either baby, set that pretty ass down and ride my fuckin’ face.”

You nod and lift yourself; he groans once your bare, glistening pussy is on full display in front of him.

“Fuck Bunny, she's dripping already.” Your lips slightly parted, putting you more on display, as you pushed your hips further toward him. “Fuck, look at her.”

You get no warning before he wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you down atop his waiting mouth.

He licks a fat stripe from your sopping heat up to your clit. Finding your engorged nub easily, swirling his tongue. Your back arched into the feeling, grinding your hips down as you gripped the headboard tighter.

“Fuck, Gator.” You moaned out. You caught his eyes in between your thighs as he continued.

He was eating you like a man starved. Loving the taste of you on his tongue he could easily cum just from the taste and sight of you coming undone.

Laving his tongue between your entrance to your clit and back down. Savoring everything you'd give him.

It wasn't long before you felt that coil start to tighten. He was watching your face as best he could nestled between your thighs, as you began to scrunch your brows giving in to pleasure.

He took your clit in between his lips and sucked harshly, moaning around you from the way your body reacted to him.

“Baby, fuck!” You cried out, “Just like that.”

He didn't let up, tongue swirling, teeth scraping before sucking you in once more between his lips. You let go while screaming his name, blinded momentarily by the fireworks you swore were behind your eyes.

He sucked gently a few more times, before letting you grind your hips onto him as you came down from your high.

His grip loosened as you slid further down, sitting on his chest, as he started to sit himself back up. He donned a shit eating grin, your fluids slick on his mouth and chin.

You leaned over and fell into the mattress beside him, still trying to catch your breath. Chest heaving from the excursion.

Not giving you much of a reprieve, he started assaulting your neck with his mouth.

Trailing sticky kisses down, his saliva mixed with your juices, tracing your collar, sucking, then quickly soothing it with his tongue. Sure to leave fresh marks in their wake.

Slowly he moved lower, between your cleavage.

He suddenly pulled the fabric of your bra down, taking your already pebbled nipple into his mouth switching between sucking and biting.

You whined at the feeling, as your pussy began to once more throb with an ever-growing need.

His hand traced your stomach, just when you thought he was going to delve between your thighs, he removed his hand entirely.

You chanced a glance down, as he pulled his boxers out of the way and wrapped his hand around his cock. His perfect tip now red and angry, leaking a pearly bead from his slit that he gathered before easing his hand back down.

“Gator,” you say with a breathy exhale.

“Hmmmm?” He hummed without looking up, continuing his current ministrations to himself, while leaving hickies across your chest.

“What did I tell you about keeping your hands to yourself?” Your voice raspy.

He stopped, caught like a deer in headlights, he looked up at you with eyes nearly black. He knew what that tone meant.

“I'm sorry, Bun.” He grins.

“No, but you will be. Lay back and put your hands up, pretty boy.”

You had been waiting for the slip up. The moment he'd fuck up. He always did.

You stood, so he could make himself more comfortable, scooting back up into the bed, his head hitting the pillows as he raised both hands above his head.

“Gator, baby,” you slid the cool steel around one wrist and tightened it into place. “I think you enjoy this a little too much.”

He laughed out, as you clicked the other into place.

If anyone ever happened upon the set of cuffs left around the bed frame, they'd just assume he used them on you. He did some nights but they were mostly used on him. He got handsy, and sometimes you needed to teach him a lesson.

Once you were done, you started to ease your way down to his boxers. Fingers tiptoeing down his chest, his stomach until you reached the hem.

“This what you want, baby?” You teased.

He nodded, face flushed red, as he bit his bottom lip before finally answering, “Yeah. P… please.”

You eased the offending garment from his hips as he aided you by lifting and letting you guide them the rest of the way down his thighs before throwing them to the side.

His cock was sitting pretty, leaned against his abdomen.

His size never ceased to amaze you; thick, and long. Prominent veins running the length. He was perfect.

You eased back up toward him. Hands splayed on his thighs. Watching his cock flex from being so close to where he needed you.

Still wearing your bra, you finally removed it, as he let out a groan.

“Prettiest tits. How'd I get so lucky?” He hummed, mostly to himself.

You spread his thighs apart, seating yourself between them. He bucked slightly, as you heard the metal restraints hit the headboard. You eyed him playfully, but his eyes were already closed, fists clenched.

You lowered your mouth, as your tongue made contact with his shaft, he moaned out a pathetic whine, running it from base to tip. He threw his head back further into the pillows.

“This it baby? This what you need?”

“Mmmmhmmm.” He nodded, still not meeting your gaze. He was trying to stave off his release. This was about you right now.

Your mouth trailed kisses back down his length. Breathing in his heady, musky scent when you reached his balls.

You took one into your mouth, sucking lightly as your other hand teasingly kneaded the other.

“Oh fuck… shit shit shit.” His hips raised, dick bobbing with the motion, only spurring you further as you hummed around him.

“Bunny, baby, please.” He whined out.

You released him with a slight pop.

“Hmmmmm baby? Look at me and tell me what you need.” Your voice was syrupy sweet as you spoke, unlike the devilish way you were currently torturing him.

He already looked fucked out. His usually meticulous hair disheveled about. His lips parted, releasing shaky pants as he finally met your eyes.

“I…” he swallowed. “I need you to touch me. Fuck me.”

“That's it. Good boy.” You hummed your approval as your hand finally wrapped around his base, squeezing lightly.

“Goddamn,” he let out breathlessly, he pulled on his restraints once more to no avail.

You licked the dribble of precum leaking down the side of his head as he shuddered. Finally enveloping him in your warm, wet mouth taking him as far back as your throat would allow.

You began to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks and pumping what you couldn't fit.

He was panting, letting out moans. His noises only make you more wet, suddenly your cunt is clenching around nothing, making you well aware of your own neglected desire.

His hips suddenly jerked up making you gag around him, taking him further down your throat.

“Fucking hell. I… I need to fuck you. I'm not going to last like this.” He choked out. “Please baby. I need my cock in that sweet little pussy.”

You pull off of him, still holding his base with a firm grip.

“Fine,” you sighed, climbing into his lap situating your bare cunt so you were straddling his cock, but you didn't move.

You leaned over pressing a kiss to his chest, reaching in between you as you lifted your hips and lined him up to your entrance.

You pressed another kiss to his cheek, “I'm going to put you out of your misery, but it's because my neglected cunt is throbbing right now, and don't you dare fucking cum until after I've had another.”

He nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Promise, just need you.”

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, only allowing the tip to breach, you moaned in unison at the small relief.

You then began the descent, taking each inch little by little feeling every ridge and vein as his cock filled you to the brim.

He soon bottomed out, as your hips settled flush to his. It had you moaning out again.

“Fuck baby, you're so big.” You were trying to give your pussy time to adjust but he snapped his hips up into you, ever impatient.

“Ow, fuck Gator!” you whined out, looking back down to him.

“Quit bein' a fuckin’ cock tease. Bounce Bunny!" He growled.

You raised your hips, obliging him. Alternating between bouncing and grinding.

Sounds of shared pants and moans mixed with your slick cunt filled the room.

“Yeah, mama. That's it. Use my cock. Take what you need. Is’ all yours.” He started blabbering, tuning out half of what he was saying.

“Shut up Gator!” You'd suddenly had enough of his mouth.

You reached over and found what you were looking for, shoving your wadded up panties past his lips. When your taste hit his tongue once more, he couldn't help from moaning around them as his eyes rolled back.

You continued to ride him just the way you both liked. Warmth blooming in your abdomen, but not quite what you needed.

Raising up so you could toy with your clit, you rubbed circles to your aching nub while still trying to maintain a rhythm as you close your eyes focusing on the feeling.

A few more rolls of your hips and well-orchestrated pressure to your bundle of nerves and you were teetering on the edge.

You were wound tight, as the sounds of Gator fighting the fabric still in his mouth started to be more apparent, but you pay it no mind.

You were tipping over the edge once more.

Harder than before, your pussy clenched around him. Almost strangling him, he let out a few more muffled moans, but you knew he hadn't cum.

You rode it out with a few more grinds, your clit now becoming too sensitive. Your body slumped forward, hands splayed out across his chest, as you tried to control your ragged breath.

He was finally able to spit the fabric out with a huff.

“Bunny, look at me.” He spoke.

When you didn't respond right away, he bucked his hips again making you falter, but it gained your attention as you met his eyes.

“Hey! Unlock the cuffs.” His eyes grew darker, he needed to fuck you. Make you fall apart beneath him.

“Now! Get the fuckin' key.” He hissed through gritted teeth.

He was done playing games. You let him slip from you, moving your shaky hand quickly to the side table pulling the drawer open and producing the key.

He watches your every move, eyes full of hunger. The key slid into the lock and unlatched easily. As soon as his wrists were free, he was on you.

He flipped you both easily, so you were now on your back. Knocking your thighs apart to accommodate him, grabbing your hips and pulling you further up he slid his cock back in with one swift push to the hilt.

“Oh… Fuck!” Your back arched, screaming his name as he pulled nearly all the way out only to push back in setting a near brutal pace in your now overstimulated cunt, his head kissing your cervix with each push.

He watched your tits bounce with every thrust, as his eyes slid lower watching his massive dick split you open over and over again. The sight of the creamy ring at the base of his cock from your juices was driving him mad.

Your eyes rolled back, as you fisted the sheets beneath your hands, trying to ground yourself.

He leaned forward, hand moving around your throat pinning you under him.

“Look at you, all dumb on my fuckin' cock. Mmmmm. You… you think it's funny teasin’ me all fuckin’ night?” He asked but knew you were too far gone to actually answer. He couldn't stop the words from spilling out.

“That's it, sweet thing, takin’ this cock so fuckin' well.” He thrusts harshly, making you cry out once more.

He pistons his hips up slightly, so he could abuse that spot inside you he knew would have you seeing stars in no time as you fluttered around him. He tightened his hold on your throat, cutting off your air slightly.

“That's it baby. She's practically sucking me back in now. You can give me one more, right?”

You whimpered.

Unsure if you could but when he started talking to you in that condescending tone and his cock shoved so far up your pussy you could practically feel him rearranging your insides, it really was only a matter of time.

“C’mon baby. Cum with me.” He was watching as your face started contorting, a mix of pain from overstimulation and pleasure. Your mouth fell slack, nothing but whimpers falling from your lips.

“I… I’m close, Bun,” his rhythm faltering slightly.

He raised up, removing his hand from your throat, as you gasped for the air you didn't know you were missing.

He brought his thumb down to your clit, drawing harsh circles.

“Gator, no…ugh... fuck, fuck, fuck.” It was too late. Your orgasm hit you like at full force. You hadn't even felt it building, it was just there.

Your pussy clamped down around him once more as you came with a scream.

“Shitshitshit. There… there she is.” He was able to mumble out as his own release came crashing down.

“Take it all mama. Every single drop. That's what you want, hmmmmm… Fuck… Make sure everyone knows your mine. No one will EVER fuckin' touch you again.”

He filled you, rope after rope painted you from within. He hadn't cum this hard in a long time. He felt like a man possessed, wanting nothing more than to claim you, breed you. Show everyone you were his.

He collapsed on top of you. Head laid on your chest.

You were both sweaty and spent but neither one cared as you both tried to slow your erratic breathing.

Soft pants, shared breaths. He stayed like that for a moment before his softening cock slid from you. He looked up at you then, a small smile and doe eyed.

He began to pepper kisses between your breasts. Lips skimming the various marks that he had left. Kissing the fading red splotches where his hand had been around your throat.

“These are the only kind of marks that are allowed be left on you." He whispered, easing up the rest of the way as he found your lips. You moved languid against each other, savoring the taste of his tongue on yours.

When he’d had his fill he rolled over beside you, pulling you with him.

You laid your head on his chest as he reached down to pull the covers over you both. His arm wrapped around your middle, holding you tightly as he kissed the top of your head.

“You got nothin’ to worry about Bunny. I'll take care of it. Take care of you. Promise.” He whispered, barely hearing him as you let sleep take hold.

You hadn't felt it when he slipped away while you were peacefully off in Dreamland.

Finally returning in the wee hours of the morning with dawn quickly approaching the mattress dipped with his weight as he crawled back in beside you.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back into his chest, as he hid his face in the crook of your neck breathing deeply and releasing a heavy sigh.

And when you both woke with the sun filtering through the curtains you didn't mention his bloodied and bruised knuckles that weren't there the night before.

And when Deputy Shelton hadn't shown up for work the next day or the entire following week, you didn't mention that either. It was none of your business.

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Walkerverse Character Tier List

Hello Walker Family! I'm here announcing the beginning of the Walkerverse Character Tier List series!

I've created a list of characters from Walker and Walker: Independence to put in a tier list ranking. I will be releasing a series of polls with all these characters (including pictures and brief reminders of their roles) to determine which Tier List ranking they get. Whichever option from S to F gets the most votes will become the official ranking of that character.

Here is the criteria I used to select the characters I'm putting in the poll series:

They must have a name on the imdb page

They must have a minimum of two appearances

I have to remember them, regardless of their appearance count

Single appearances that were special/memorable will also be included (ex: Uncle Willy, Minnie Jayne)

The rankings will be as follows:

S tier: Best character in the show, love them with all my heart, they can do literally nothing wrong

A tier: Beloved blorbo, one of my favorites, I'd want to be friends with them if they were real

B tier: I like them, but I have my critiques. A good character that I mostly enjoy

C tier: Mid character, not the biggest fan of them but I won't complain when they show up

D tier: I don't like them. I have many criticisms of their actions and personality. I may even dislike whole episodes because of them

F tier: Literally the worst character in the entire show. Hate them. Much dislike. I fastforward over them on rewatches.

I currently have pictures (for the poll and the complete tierlist that I will link when it is public) for 39 of the 120+ characters I put on the list, so that's where I will be starting. I will include the full list of all the characters from both shows below the cut along with the taglist.

The first poll will go up on Monday, September 23rd! Can't wait to see what you guys think!

@theladywyn, @jaredwalkertexasranger, @laf-outloud, @aborddelimpala, @mysterybeau, @sweet-sammy-kisses, @kickingitwithkirk, @rhl74, @peachparakeet, @dumb-fawkin-bitch, @loveforwomenstuff, @low-soduimfreak, @ihavepointysticks, @waywardmaslow, @arte-mishuntress, @the-slythering-raven, @deeranger, @duo-kun, @inafieldofdaisies, @not-your-housekeeper98, @nancymcl, @sammysnaughtygirl

Walker:

Cordell Walker

Liam Walker

Abeline Walker

Bonham Walker

Stella Walker

August Walker

Larry James

Trey Barnett

Geri Broussard

Cassie Perez

Micki Ramirez

Colton Davidson

Ben Perez

Dan Miller

Denise Davidson

Emily Walker

Todd

Gale Davidson

Stan Morrison

Clay Cooper

Clint West

Kelly James

Kevin Golden

Isabel Munoz

Bret

Trevor Strand

Ruby

Detective David Luna

Julia Johnson

Hoyt Rawlins

Twyla Jean

Sadie Yoo

Witt

Connie

Faye

DJ James

Keesha Barnett

Carlos Mendoza

Officer Randall

Dr. Adriana Ramirez

Sean

Serano

Earl

Mercedes Ruiz

Miles Vyas

Coach Bobby

Principal Heaney

Byron Santos

Garrison (GM)

Nate Smith

Tessa Graves

Crystal West

Cali

Rita

Lana Jones

Tommy Adams

Jaxon Davis

Grant McLawson

Neo

Mike

Horace

Alma Munoz

Fenton Cole

Shannon

Lorezno Munoz

Snyder

Oswald

Marv Davidson

Jim

Mr. Golden

Spider

William

Owen Campbell

Minnie Jayne

Maybelline

Mehar

Henry

Becca Furgeson

Joanna Rawlins

Cole Tillman

Rebecca Tillman

Walker: Independence:

Abigail Walker

Hoyt Rawlins

Kate Carver

Tom Davidson

Augustus

Calian

Kai

Lucia Reyes

Shane Davidson

Hagan

Chief Taza

Francis Reyes

Luis Reyes

Ruby

Nascha

Ethan (Pinkerton Detective)

Salty Dog

Molly Sullivan

Anna Maria Reyes

Cordell the Horse

Burlesque Dancers

Teresa Davidson

Matthew

Jacob

Otis Clay

Martha Sullivan

Griffin

Liam Collins

Eli McDowd

Charlotte “Charlie” Collins

Gil Santiago

Randall

Lily

Stella Rawlins

Wordell Calker

Olivia

Topsannah

Amos Acorn

Parker Briggs

Judge Parker

Kirby Smith

Andrew Jones

Judge Carter

#walker #walker: independence #walkerverse #walkerverse tier list #walker family #walker event

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Muse list

Stranger things

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Chrissy Cunningham

Henry Creel

Jonathan Byers

Stephen King's IT

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald 'Belch' Huggins

Victor 'Vic' Criss

The Lost Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Paul

Edgar Frog

Alan Frog

Sons of Anarchy

Happy Lowman

Alexander 'Tig' Trager

Child Play

Charles Lee Ray

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Crazy Fun Park

Remus

Zed - Trial

Gonzo - Trial

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon

Tate Langdon

Original Characters

Olivia Bowers - IT

Frankie Bates

Violet Bates

Hestia Wolfe || HP verse

Faustian Wolfe || HP verse

Cornelius 'CJ' Jamieson - Good Omens

Jimmy Cunningham - Stranger Things

Adelia Brooks - Crazy fun park

Maximus Grant - Crazy fun park

Colette 'Cole' Murphy

Aleksandr Volkov

Polaris Snow - The Hunger Games

Avery Hart

Ástríðr Svendottir

Hati Greyback - Harry Potter

Lucas Wesley James

Aiden Sullivan

Elijah Crane - DC Batman

Silas Hawthorne

Sophie Thatcher

Baelon Targaryen - HOTD

Amelia Beaufort - Walking Dead

Skylar Evans

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle

Regulus Black

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Vikings

Ivar The Boneless

Sigurd 'Siggy' Lothbrok

Hvitserk Lothbrok

Floki

Mythology

Angrboða

Jörmungandr

Hati

Skoll

Thrúd

Iðunn

Skaði

Loki

Týr

House of the Dragons

Aegon Targaryen II

Daemon Targayen

Nettles

Alys Rivers

Laenor Velaryon

Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybanks

Divergent series

Eric Coulter

The Invitation

Walter De Ville

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex Mercer

Gen V

Maverick

Sam Riordan

Jordan Li

Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Coriolanus Snow

Tigris Snow

Batman

Jack Napier - Pre - The Joker

Jonathan Crane

Jervis Tetch

House of 1000 corpses

Otis Driftwood

Fargo

Gator Tillman

Fear the Walking Dead - Season 3 and before

Nick Clark

Troy Otto

Qaletaqa Walker

Baldurs Gate

The Dark Urge - Zion

Assassin Creed: Valhalla

Eivor Varinsdottir

Farcry 5

Joseph Seed

Jacob Seed

John Seed

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realmofthedragon · 8 months ago

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Muse List

House of The Dragon

Aegon Targaryen II

Nettles

Alys Rivers

Aemond Targaryen (selective)

Daemon Targaryen (selective)

Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Henry Bower

Olivia Bower (OC)

Patrick Hockstetter

Sons of Anarchy

Happy Lowman

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Johnathan Byers

Billy Hargrove

Frankie Bates (OC)

Violet Bates (OC)

Jimmy Cunningham (OC)

The Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreaves

Diego Hargreaves

Five Hargreaves

Viktor Hargreaves

Vikings

Ivar The Boneless

Hvitserk Lothbrok

Sigurd Lothbrok

Floki

Fargo

Gator Tillman

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Noah Anderson (OC)

Child's Play

Charles Lee Ray (Pre doll possesion)

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Crazy Fun Park

Romulus Hulda aka Remus

Adelia Brooks (OC)

DC comics

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter) + TW headcanon

George 'Digger' Harkness (Captain Boomerang)

Jonathan Crane (The Scarecrow)

The Joker

Victor Zsasz

Harley Quinn

Adrian Chase (Vigilante)

Waylon Johns (Killer Croc)

Marvel

St John Allerdyce (Pyro)

Remy Lebeau (Gambit)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider)

Kaos

Dionysus

Caeneus

Greek Mythology

Hades

Poseidon

Cerberus

Norse Mythology

Loki

Angrboða

Sköll

Hati

Jörmungandr

Fandomless OCs

Faustian Wolfe

Hestia Wolfe

Colette Murphy

Avery Hart

Skylar Evans

Lucas Wesley James

Aiden Sullivan

Eloise Martin

Silas Hawthorne

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LÉGENDES DU JAZZ

BUDDY BOLDEN, LA RÉALITÉ DERRIÈRE LE MYTHE

“The first important name in jazz history, Bolden’s career has long been buried in legend.”

- Scott Yanow

Né le 6 septembre 1877 à La Nouvelle-Orléans, Charles Joseph ‘’Buddy’’ Bolden (parfois appelé Bolen, Bolding ou Boldan), était le fils de Westmore Bolden et Alice Harris (ou Harrison). Au moment de sa naissance, le père de Bolden, Westmore Bolden, travaillait comme chauffeur pour William Walker, l’ancien maître de son père Gustavus Bolden, qui était décédé en 1866. La mère de Bolden, Alice Harris, avait épousé Westmore le 14 août 1873. Alice avait dix-huit ans lorsqu’elle avait épousé Bolden. Ce dernier en avait environ vingt-cinq. Buddy Bolden avait seulement six ans lorsque son père était mort de pneumonie en décembre 1883. Par la suite, Bolden avait vécu avec sa mère et d’autres membres de sa famille. Bolden était resté très proche de sa mère et de sa soeur Cara jusqu’à sa mort.

Selon toute vraisemblance, Bolden a étudié à l’École Fisk de La Nouvelle-Orléans, une institution reconnue pour son excellente formation musicale. Bolden a probablement été aussi influencé par la musique gospel qu’il avait entendue la St. John’s Baptist Church, que sa famille fréquentait avec assiduité.

Bolden était adolescent lorsqu’il avait commencé à jouer du cornet. Après avoir suivi ses premières leçons en 1894 d’un voisin (et probablement amant) de sa mère, Manuel Hall, Bolden s’était joint à un petit groupe de danse dirigé par Charlie Galloway. C’est au salon de barbier de Galloway que Bolden aurait développé ses talents de musicien.

DÉBUTS DE CARRIÈRE

Après avoir occupé divers petits emplois de 1895 à 1899 (il avait travaillé notamment comme maçon), Bolden gagnait suffisamment bien sa vie pour se permettre de former son propre ensemble. Outre Bolden au cornet, le groupe était composé de deux clarinettistes (Frank Lewis et Willie Warner), d’un joueur de trombone (Willie Cornish), d’un guitariste (Jefferson Mumford), d’un contrebassiste (Jimmy Johnson) et d’un batteur (Henry Zeno et Cornelius Tillman). Bien qu’on lui ait proposé de se joindre au groupe à l’âge de seulement quatorze ans, le célèbre joueur de trombone Kid Ory avait dû décliner l’offre afin de prendre soin de sa famille.

Aucun membre du groupe ne pouvant lire la musique, toutes les compositions étaient copiées sur le répertoire d’autres formations, ou encore créées sur le vif, ce qui avait éventuellement donné naissance à l’improvisation spontanée qui était une des principales caractéristiques du jazz. Lors d’une des premières apparitions du groupe lors du départ des troupes américaines pour Cuba dans le cadre de la guerre contre l’Espagne en 1898, Bolden avait choisi d’interpréter la pièce ‘’Home Sweet Home’’. L’interprétation de la chanson, qui était éventuellement devenue la musiqie-thème de l’orchestre, avait même presque failli déclencher une mutinerie après que les troupes aient été informées de leur destination. La performance de Bolden avait eu un tel impact que la chanson avait été bannie par la suite de toute manifestation militaire.

Grâce à la notoriété résultant de l’incident, le groupe de Bolden était devenu extrêmement populaire à La Nouvelle-Orléans et dans les États du Sud. Les membres du groupe étaient particulièrement reconnus pour leurs talents d’improvisateurs.

Bolden et son groupe avaient connu leur apogée entre 1900 et 1906. Même si le groupe avait connu beaucoup de succès en se produisant dans les salons, les danses et les fêtes, il n’avait jamais joué dans les lupanars, contrairement à ce que certains avaient prétendu. Même si la plupart des engagements du groupe avaient lieu à La Nouvelle-Orléans, la formation se produisait à l’occasion à Bâton-Rouge ou dans d’autres villes de Louisiane.

Caractérisé par sa sonorité puissante et ses dons d’improvisateur, Bolden, qui était surnommé ‘’King’’, a influencé de nombreux jeunes musiciens. Le clarinettiste Alphonse Picou a un jour déclaré au sujet de Bolden: “He was the loudest there ever was because you could hear Buddy’s cornet as loud as what Louis Armstrong played through the mike.” En fait, le trompettiste jouait tellement fort qu’il faisait parfois voler en éclats certaines pièces de son instrument ! Certains auteurs considèrent d’ailleurs Bolden comme une sorte de ‘’grand-père spirituel’’ de Louis Armstrong.

Plusieurs pionniers du jazz avaient éventuellement accordé le mérite à Bolden et à ses musiciens d’avoir fondé ce qui deviendrait plus tard connu sous le nom de ‘’jass’’ ou jazz, même si le terme n’était pas encore utilisé durant la carrière de Bolden. Considéré comme le roi incontesté du jazz de La Nouvelle-Orléans, voire comme le ‘’Père du jazz’’ - un honneur également revendiqué par Jelly Roll Morton -, Bolden était aussi reconnu pour avoir livré des versions improvisées de ragtime sur lesquelles il avait ajouté du blues. Le groupe de Bolden est aussi considéré comme la première formation à avoir utilisé des cuivres pour jouer du blues. Bolden se serait également inspiré de la musique gospel qu’il avait entendue dans les églises baptistes afro-américaines.

Plutôt que d’imiter les autres cornettistes, Bolden avait appris la musique par oreille et l’avait adaptée à son jeu au cornet. En agissant ainsi, Bolden avait créé une musique hybride résultant de la fusion du ragtime, du gospel, de la musique des fanfares et du blues rural. Remodelant les groupes de danse traditionnels de la Nouvelle-Orléans afin d’accorder une meilleure place au blues, Bolden avait transformé les instruments à cordes en véritable section rythmique, ce qui avait permis aux cuivres et aux autres instruments à vent d’occuper une place centrale dans l’orchestre.

Véritable précurseur, Bolden avait joué du cornet comme personne d’autre ne l’avait fait avant lui. Doté d’un grand sens du spectacle, Bolden réussisait à pousser ses danseurs dans une sorte de frénésie. Bolden avait vite établi sa réputation avec la puissance de son cornet, dont on disait qu’il pouvait être entendu à des miles de distance, et grâce aux nombreux blues qui faisaient partie intégrante de son répertoire. Une année, Bolden avait même joué dans une pièce de vaudeville qui mettait en vedette un personnage nommé Buddy Bartley qui avait sauté d’un ballon à air chaud à l’aide d’un parachute. Certaines sources avaient prétendu par la suite que c’était Bolden lui-même qui avait sauté du ballon et qu’il avait joué du cornet durant sa chute.

Contrairement au groupe de Bolden, les groupes plus conservateurs comme ceux de John Robichaux interprétaient un style édulcoré de musique de danse. Même si le groupe de Bolden jouait aussi des valses, du ragtime et les succès populaires de l’époque, personne ne pouvait rivaliser avec lui en ce qui concerne son sens du blues auxquelles étaient souvent associées des paroles vulgaires, grivoises et souvent évocatrices. Il faut se rappeler qu’à l’époque, le mot ‘’jazz’’ avait une connotation sexuelle comme cela avait été le cas du rock n’ roll plusieurs décennies plus tard. Le guitariste Johnny St. Cyr et le contrebassiste Pops Foster avaient d’ailleurs confirmé que le groupe de Bolden interprétait une musique beaucoup plus dure que les autres formations de l’époque.

Basé dans le quartier de South Rampart et Perdidi dans la basse-ville de La Nouvelle-Orléans, le groupe de Bolden était devenu le plus important groupe de la ville au cours de la période s’étendant de 1900 à 1906.

La combinaison de blues, de musique gospel et de ragtime qui faisait partie intégrante de la musique de Bolden avait fait merveille et n’avait pas tardé à attirer l’attention des jeunes Afro-Américains vivant en Nouvelle-Orléans.

Les partisans de Bolden adoraient danser. Issus du quartier de Storyville, plusieurs des admirateurs de Bolden provenaient directement du milieu des tenanciers, des prostituées et des proxénètes. D’autres éléments plus conservateurs trouvaient simplement la musique de Bolden irrésistible, et assistaient à ses performances plus tôt dans la soirée, avant que les danses ne deviennent trop chaotiques et désordonnées. À de maintes occasions, les partisans de Bolden le suivaient jusqu’à Lincoln Park et à Johnson Park afin d’entendre son groupe se produire dans les danses organisées à ces endroits. Après les parties de baseball, Bolden faisait entendre son cornet dans Johnson Park afin de signaler à ses partisans de Lincoln Park qu’il était sur le point de commencer à jouer.

En fait, le groupe de Bolden était si populaire que plusieurs membres de l’orchestre de John Robicheaux se massaient à Johnson Park dès qu’il avait commencé à jouer.

BUDDY BOLDEN, LA RÉALITÉ DERRIÈRE LE MYTHE (2e partie)

MALADIE ET DÉCÈS

Éventuellement, la célébrité et la richesse de Bolden avaient fini par affecter sa santé mentale. Reconnu pour porter des tenues assez dispendieuses, Bolden était souvent escorté par de jeunes jolies femmes qui se disputaient l’honneur porter son cornet, un peu à la manière des partisans d’Elvis Presley et des Beatles qui tombaient en extase en assistant aux spectacles de leurs idoles. Bientôt dépassé par le poids de ses nouvelles responsabilités, Bolden avait besoin de trouver de nouvelles idées afin de demeurer au sommet et de garder son groupe compétitif. Malheureusement, Bolden n’avait pu supporter la pression et s’était de plus en plus enfoncé dans la dépression et l’alcoolisme. De plus en plus frustré, Bolden avait trouvé le réconfort dans l’alcool, ce qui avait accru sa paranoïa. Comme l’expliquait son biographe Donald Marquis, “Frustrated, he began to drink even more than usual, perhaps trying to wash from his mind the musical ideas that besieged him and with which he could not cope. In fits of depression, he blamed his friends, as well as strangers and sometimes even his cornet, for his imagined shortcomings.”

Très bel homme, Bolden était aussi reconnu pour ses nombreuses conquêtes féminines. Il avait également commencé à se comporter de façon étrange et même parfois violente. À un certain moment, la mère et la soeur de Bolden ne se sentaient même plus en sécurité en sa présence. La détérioration de la santé mentale de Bolden l’avait éventuellement empêché de se produire en public, d’autant plus qu’il souffrait d’importants problèmes de mémoire, ce qui lui avait même fait perdre son poste de leader ainsi que l’appui de plusieurs de ses partisans.

En mars 1906, Bolden avait été victime de violents maux de tête et avait même cessé de jouer du cornet. Bolden avait livré une de ses dernières performances publiques avec le Eagle Band dans le cadre du défilé de la Fête du Travail en 1906. Lors du défilé, chaque groupe qui avait participé à l’événement avait dû marcher dans les rues par une température torride de plus de 90º F. Épuisé et chancelant, Bolden s’était mis à crier et était devenu complètement incontrôlable. Bolden avait éventuellement dû être sorti du défilé. Certains témoins avaient même prétendu qu’il avait de l’écume sur la bouche. Plus tard, l’artiste George Schmidt avait teinté d’immortaliser la scène dans un portrait intitulé ‘’Buddy Bolden’s Nervous Breakdown”, dans lequel on voyait Bolden assis à une intersection, les jambes en guenilles et la tête repliée sur sa poitrine.

Après le défilé, l’instabilité mentale de Bolden s’était encore détériorée. Devenu encore plus violent, Bolden avait été arrêté pour désordre public pour la seconde fois le 9 septembre. Après sa libération, Bolden était allé vivre avec sa mère et sa soeur. Même s’il était demeuré près de la maison, Bolden avait continué à boire et avait gardé une apparence négligée. Le 23 mars 1907, Bolden était tellement souffrant qu’il avait dû garder le lit. Deux jours plus tard, convaincu que mère avait tenté de l’empoisonner, Bolden l’avait frappée à la tête avec une cruche. Accusé de démence et jeté en prison le 27 mars, Bolden avait été libéré peu après. Dans son compte rendu de l’incident, le Daily States, un journal local, avait titré: “Alcoholic indulgence converts negro patient into a dangerous man.’’ Pour des raisons qu’on ignore, l’article du journal n’a été découvert que récemment sur des vieux microfilms. On pouvait lire dans l’article:

“A negro named Charles Bolden, who had been ill abed for several weeks, developed a strange case yesterday and the attending physician has ordered his removal to a place of safety. The intense suffering of two weeks completely deranged his mind, and yesterday when his aged mother entered the room to administer his medicine, he became frantic, and leaving the bed he took hold of a water pitcher and struck the old woman on the head. For several days he complained of being drugged by his parents. Last night the patient was removed and a strict watch will be kept on him.’’

Bolden ayant continué d’être violent, sa famille avait de nouveau alerté les autorités. Bolden avait été arrêté à deux autres reprises (en septembre 1906 et en mars 1907) jusqu’à son admission au State Insane Asylum de Jackson le 5 juin 1907. La nouvelle de l’internement de Bolden n’avait jamais été dévoilée. Comme l’écrivait Donald Marquis dans son ouvrage ‘’In Search of Buddy Bolden: First Man of Jazz’’ publié en 1978 (le livre a été réédité en 2005), “Few knew where Buddy was or what had happened to him, but the spell he had cast over black New Orleans lived on—for a time at least—without him.” Durant la maladie de Bolden, ses musiciens avaient fait de leur mieux pour garder le groupe en opération, mais le mal était déjà fait. Louis Armstrong, tout en reconnaissant que Bolden était un grand musicien, avait commenté dans son autobiographie publiée en 1954: ‘’I think he blew too hard. I will even go so far as to say that he did not blow correctly. In any case he finally went crazy. You can figure that out for yourself.” Témoignant de l’importante consommation d’alcool de Bolden, le saxophoniste Sidney Bechet avait écrit dans ses mémoires publiés en 1960 que “Buddy used to drink awful heavy, and it got to him in the end.”

Après que Bolden ait été atteint de psychose alcoolique en 1907, ses médecins lui avaient diagnostiqué ce qu’on appelait à l’époque une ‘’dementia praecox’’, une maladie qui est aujourd’hui considérée comme une forme de schizophrénie. Des recherches récentes ont démontré que Bolden était probablement atteint de ‘’pellagra’’, une déficience vitaminique qui était fréquente au sein de la population pauvre et de couleur, et qui faisait des ravages dans les États du Sud en 1907 au moment où Bolden avait été admis en institution psychiatrique. On sait aujourd’hui que le ’’pellagra’’ était attribuable à un manque chronique de niacine, une forme de vitamine B3. Le pellagra est pratiquement disparu de nos jours à la suite de l’adoption d’une alimentation plus équilibrée au début des années 1940.

Buddy Bolden est mort à l’asile de Jackson le 4 novembre 1931. Bolden avait été interné durant vingt-quatre ans ans à Jackson. Bolden avait seulement cinquante-quatre ans au moment de son décès. Selon son certificat de décès, Bolden était mort d’artériosclérose cérébrale.

La détérioration de la santé mentale de Bolden aurait été accélérée par sa consommation abusive d’alcool. Parmi les mythes qui avaient circulé pour expliquer la détérioration des facultés mentales de Bolden, on remarquait l’hypothèse selon laquelle il aurait été un adepte du culte vaudou. Il faut dire qu’à une époque où les connaissances psychiariques étaient beaucoup moins avancées qu’aujourd’hui, les diagnostics étaient beaucoup plus difficiles à établir, ce qui avait laissé le champ libre à la formulation de toutes sortes d’hypothèses plus ou moins fantaisistes. Le fait que Bolden n’ait jamais été interviewé ou enregistré lors de son séjour à l’asile rend d’ailleurs la vérité d’autant plus difficile à établir. Certaines sources avaient également suggéré que Bolden était atteint de syphilis tertiaire, même si on n’avait décelé aucune trace de la maladie au cours des tests sanguins qui avaient été effectués à l’asile de Jackson. Plus récemment, on a émis l’hypothèse que Bolden était atteint de la maladie de Meniere, un trouble de l’oreille interne dont avait également souffert le peintre Vincent van Gogh. Une autre théorie prétendait que la schizophrénie a pu être à l’origine des hallucinations auditives de Bolden. Un psychiatre britannique, le Dr Sean Spence, a émis l’hypothèse que Bolden s’était mis à improviser parce que la schizophrénie l’avait empêché de jouer de façon conventionnelle. Tournant cete théorie en ridicule, un éditorial du New Orleans Times-Picayune avait affirmé: “If schizophrenia created jazz, then there would be Buddy Boldens by the bushel—at least 2.2 million in the United States alone.”

Tout ce qu’on sait avec une relative certitude, c’est que Bolden avait démontré de rares vestiges de son ancienne personnalité lors de son internement. On raconte que lorsqu’il allait bien, Bolden se produisait avec un groupe qu’il avait formé avec certains de ses patients. Bolden communiquait cependant rarement avec autrui et s’était révélé incapable de reconnaître les membres de sa famille à partir de 1921.

L’historien du jazz Joachim-Ernst Berendt, qui a étudié le dossier médical de Bolden à l’asile de Jackson, n’y a trouvé aucune mention de sa carrière de musicien de jazz, comme si tout ce qu’il avait accompli par le passé avait été effacé d’un trait de plume. Comme l’écrivait Berendt, “There are 40 documents in the hospital files about Buddy Bolden [but] there is not one word in any of them that Buddy Bolden was a musician, a creative musician in a branch of music chosen and in part created by him.” Aucun des anciens musiciens de Bolden n’avait assisté à ses funérailles et il était mort oublié de tous. Bolden ayant été inhumé dans une tombe sans inscription au Holt Cemetery de La Nouvelle-Orléans, il est impossible de déterminer le lieu exact de sa sépulture.

Bolden laissait dans le deuil son épouse Hattie Oliver, ainsi qu’un fils, Charles Joseph Bolden Jr, qui était né le 2 mai 1897.

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Comme plusieurs personnalités légendaires de l’histoire des États-Unis, il est souvent difficile de faire la différence entre la fiction et la réalité lorsqu’on étudie certains épisodes de la vie de Bolden. Un des mythes les plus tenaces au sujet de Bolden prétend qu’il avait travaillé comme barbier ou avait été propriétaire d’un salon de barbier, mais aucune preuve concrète ne permet de confirmer cette assertion. Il faut se rappeler qu’à l’époque, les salons de barbier étaient souvent utilisés comme lieu de rencontre et d’échange par les musiciens de couleur. Bolden lui-même avait d’ailleurs amorcé sa carrière au salon de Charlie Galloway. Une légende tout aussi douteuse avait laissé entendre que Bolden avait été l’éditeur d’une publication scandaleuse surnommée ‘’The Cricket.’’

Au moment où Bolden avait fait carrière, l’industrie de l’enregistrement n’en était qu’à ses débuts. Même si le joueur de trombone Willie Cornish avait déclaré en 1939 avoir fait des enregistrements sur cylindre avec le groupe de Bolden, aucun de ces enregistrements n’est parvenu jusqu’à nous, ce qui nous empêche de savoir comment il sonnait exactement. Évoquant la possibilité que Bolden ait pu faire des enregisrements sur cylindre, l’historien Donald M. Marquis a écrit dans la biographie qu’il a consacrée à Bolden et intitulée ‘’In Search of Buddy Bolden: First Man of Jazz’’: “That the cylinder was made is quite believable. That it is gone forever is even more believable.” Il existe aussi très peu de photographies de Bolden, et la plupart d’entre elles sont de très mauvaise qualité.

Reconnu pour ses rythmes hypnotiques, Bolden improvisait souvent des paroles comme “Funky Butt, Funky Butt, take it away, open up the windows and let the bad air out”, ce qui donnait le signal aux danseurs souvent intoxiqués par l’alcool de s’exécuter. Les prestations endiablées du groupe avaient souvent lieu au Union Sons Hall de Johnson Park (qui était aussi surnommé de façon informelle “Funky Butt Hall” d’après le titre de la célèbre composition de Bolden) et se prolongeaient parfois jusqu’à cinq heures du matin (ironiquement, l’endroit servait également aux offices religieux de l’Église baptiste le dimanche matin).

Caractérisé par la puissance de son jeu, Bolden avait directement inspiré plusieurs pionniers du jazz de La Nouvelle-Orléans comme Joe "King" Oliver, Freddie Keppard, ‘’Wooden’’ Joe Nicholas et Willie Gary ‘’Bunk'' Johnson. Il est également possible que Louis Armstrong ait adopté le cornet sous l’influence de Bolden. Même Jelly Roll Morton, qui avait entendu jouer Bolden et s’était lui-même autoproclamé inventeur du jazz en 1902, l’avait qualifié de trompettiste le plus puissant au monde. Morton avait rendu hommage à Bolden en enregistrant son célèbre “Buddy Bolden Blues’’ sous le titre de “I Thought I Heard Buddy Bolden Say” à la fin des années 1930. D’abord connue sous le titre "Funky Butt", la pièce est considérée comme une des premières mentions du funk dans l’histoire de la musique populaire. Selon l’auteur et musicien de jazz Danny Barker, la pièce "Funky Butt" était une référence aux salles remplies de personnes en sueur "dancing close together and belly rubbing." Parmi les autres pièces du répertoire de Bolden, on remarquait aussi une des premières versions du standard “Tiger Rag”, ainsi que des chansons comme “The Bucket’s Got A Hole In It” et “Make Me A Pallet On The Floor.’’ Évoquant sa découverte de la musique de Bolden, le clarinettiste George Baquet avait exprimé ce qu’il avait ressenti la première fois qu’il avait entendu jouer le trompettiste. Baquet avait déclaré: “I’d never heard anything like that before. I’d played ‘legitimate’ stuff. But this, it was something that pulled me in. They got me up on the stand and I played with them. After that I didn’t play legitimate so much.” En plus d’avoir fondé le premier groupe de jazz de l’histoire, Bolden aurait aussi été à l’origine de l’invention du ‘’Big Four’’, une innovation rythmique majeure dans l’organisation des fanfares, qui avait donné au jazz alors en émergence plus de place pour l’improvisation individuelle. Comme Wynton Marsalis l’avait expliqué plus tard, le Big Four était le premier modèle rythmique à s’être développé à partir des marches standard.

De nombreux musiciens de jazz ont rendu hommage à Bolden. En 1957, Duke Ellington lui a consacré une suite intitulée ‘’A Drum Is a Woman.’’ Dans la pièce, la partie de trompette était exécutée par Clark Terry. La composition la plus connue de Bolden, "Funky Butt", mieux connue sous le titre de "Buddy Bolden's Blues", avait d’abord été enregistrée par Jelly Roll Morton. Également connue sous le titre de "I Thought I Heard Buddy Bolden Say’’, la pièce a été reprise par des centaines d’artistes, dont Dr. John (sur son album ‘’Goin' Back to New Orleans’’) et Hugh Laurie (sur son album ‘’Let Them Talk’’). La chanteuse Nina Simone a également rendu hommage à Bolden sur la pièce "Hey, Buddy Bolden" qui fait partie de son album ‘’Sings Ellington.’’ Le trompettiste Wynton Marsalis a aussi reconnu sa dette envers Bolden dans l’introduction et l’interprétation de la pièce "Buddy Bolden" qui figure sur son album ‘’Live at the Village Vanguard.’’ Le groupe indie Hop Along a également consacré une composition à Bolden intitulée "Buddy in the Parade". En 1995, le trompettiste d’avant-garde Malachi Thompson a rendu hommage à Bolden dans le cadre de sa composition ‘’Buddy Bolden's Rag.’’

En Norvège, on a aussi rendu hommage à Bolden en créant un prix à son nom sous le titre de Buddyprisen (ou Buddy Award). Il s’agit du plus important prix pouvant être accordé à des musiciens de jazz en Norvège.

Le personnage de Buddy Bolden a également été repris dans certains ouvrages de fiction. Dans son roman ‘’Coming Through Slaughter’’, l’écrivain canadien Michael Ondaatje a créé un personnage partiellement inspiré de Bolden, même si certains traits de son caractère ne concordent pas avec ce que nous connaissons de la vie du musicien. Dans les années 1980, le roman a également fait l’objet d’une pièce de théâtre. Dirigée par Tim McDonough, la pièce a été présentée au Hasty Pudding Theater de l’Université Harvard. La trame musicale de la pièce a été composée par Steven Provizer.

Dans son roman intitulé ‘’A Connecticut Yankee in Criminal Court’’ publié en 1996, l’écrivain Samuel Clemens s’est servi du personnage de Bolden pour élucider un meurtre. Bolden était aussi un personnage important du roman de Louis Maistros intitulé ‘’The Sound of Building Coffins’’, qui comprend plusieurs scènes montrant Bolden en train de jouer du cornet. Mais de toutes les oeuvres de fiction consacrées à Bolden, la plus intéressante est sans doute le roman de l’autrice canadienne Christine Welldon. Intitulé ‘’Kid Sterling’’, l’ouvrage publié en 2021 se base sur plusieurs épisodes de la vie de Bolden, et s’appuie sur plusieurs documents d’archives. En 2000, l’écrivain australien Don Hardie a exploré la musique de Bolden dans son ouvrage ‘’The Loudest Trumpet.’’

Le cinéma et le théâtre se sont également intéressés au personnage de Bolden. Le trompettiste est notamment en vedette dans la pièce d’August Wilson, ‘’Seven Guitars.’’ La pièce comprend un personnage appelé King Hedley, dont le père l’avait baptisé en hommage à Bolden. Dans la pièce, King Hedley chantait constamment le refrain "I thought I heard Buddy Bolden say..." en croyant que Bolden viendrait le voir et lui apporterait l’argent pour s’acheter une plantation. Un film sur la vie de Bolden a également été réalisé en 2019. Écrit et dirigé par Dan Pritzker, le film simplement intitulé ‘’Bolden’’ était largement romancé. Dans le film, le personnage de Bolden était incarné par l’acteur Gary Carr. La trame sonore du film a été composée, arrangée et interprétée par Wynton Marsalis. En 1986, Bolden a aussi été en vedette dans un documentaire de la BBC intitulé ‘’Calling his Children Home’’, dont la recherche avait été confiée au chef d’orchestre et trompettiste britannique Humphrey Lyttelton.

En 2011, le Théâtre Interact de Minneapolis a créé une comédie musicale intitulée ‘’Hot Jazz at da Funky Butt’’ dans lequel Bolden était le personnage principal. La musique et les paroles de la revue ont été écrites par Aaron Gabriel et mettaient en vedette le groupe de La Nouvelle-Orléans "Rue Fiya." L’installation vidéo ‘’Precarity’’ a été créée par le cinéaste expérimental John Akomfrah en 2017. Commanditée par le Ogden Museum et le Nasher Musheum, l’oeuvre explorait des thèmes reliés à la vie de Bolden.

Comme on possède peu de détails sur la vie de Bolden, il est souvent difficile de faire la distinction entre le mythe et la réalité. Comme l’écrivait le critique Scott Yanow dans le All Music Guide to Jazz, “The first important name in jazz history, Bolden’s career has long been buried in legend.” Bien que sa personnalité soit toujours entourée de mystère, Buddy Bolden n’en était pas moins un des plus grands pionniers de l’histoire du jazz. Jason Berry écrivait dans le New Orleans Magazine: “People explore his meaning in articles and books, debate his impact, search for messages in those long years before his death at age 55. We know what King Bolden did for jazz. The mystery, his life’s tragic riddle, is that we know not who he was.”

D’autres musiciens avaient aussi contribué à alimenter la légende de Bolden. Parmi ceux-ci, le cornettiste Bunk Johnson avait prétendu avoir joué personnellement avec Bolden. Johnson avait même reculé sa date de naissance de dix ans afin de rendre ses affirmations plus crédibles. On a éventuellement découvert que Johnson avait menti. Quant à Louis Armstrong et Sidney Bechet, ils avaient affirmé avoir vu jouer le groupe de Bolden durant leur jeunesse, même s’ils n’étaient âgés que de cinq à sept ans respectivement à l’époque.

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National Sovereignty Day (Turkey)

Pristinia (Declared; 2008) [unrecognized]

Festivals Beginning April 22, 2024

City Restaurant Week (Wilmington, Delaware) [thru 4.27]

Taste of Vernon (Vernon, New Jersey)

Feast Days

Acepsimas of Hnaita and companions (Catholic Church; Saints)

Agapitus I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Arwald (Christian; Saint)

Azades, Tharba, and other, in Persia (Christian; Martyrs)

Berezozol (Lela's Holiday; Asatru/Slavic Pagan)

Bran the Blessed’s Head Day (Celtic Book of Days)

Caius, Pope (Christian; Martyr)

Day of Aradia (Pagan)

Earth Day (Pastafarian)

Epipodius and Alexander of Lyon (Christian; Martyrs)

Festival of Ishtar (Ancient Mesopotamia)

Festival of Jupiter and Juno (Ancient Rome)

Henry Fielding (Writerism)

Hudson Stuck (Episcopal Church)

Hunuman Jayanti (Hindu)

Joanie Jenkins (Muppetism)

John Muir (Episcopal Church)

Lela’s Holiday (Asatru/Slavic Pagan)

Leonides, Father of Origen (Christian; Saint)

Opportuna of Montreuil (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Pliny the Elder (Positivist; Saint)

R. Crumb Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Richard Diebenkorn (Artology)

Rufus (a.k.a. Rufin) of Glendalough, Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Senorina (Christian; Saint)

Sham el-Nessim (First Day of Spring; Ancient Egypt)

Sidney Nolan (Artology)

Soter, Pope (Christian; Martyr)

Theodorus of Siceon (Christian; Saint)

Theravadin New Year (Buddhism)

Vladimir Nabokov (Writerism)

Yggdrasil Day (Asatru/Slavic Pagan)

Hebrew Calendar Holidays [Begins at Sundown Day Before]

Passover [14-15 Nisan] (a.k.a. ...

Erev Pesach

Exodus

Pesach

Pessach (erster Tag)

Pésaj

חַג הַפֶּסַח

Ta’anit Bechorot (Feast of the Firstborn) [14 Nisan]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

A Dangerous Day (Numerology) [#22 symbolized by a Good Man, blinded by the folly of others, with.a knapsack full of errors on his back.]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [20 of 37]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s Nixon’s birthday.)

Premieres

Around the World in a Day, by Prince (Album; 1985)

The Awakening, by Kate Chopin (Novel; 1899)

The Bad Guys (Animated Film; 2022)

Bagdad Cafe (Film; 1987)

Baker Street, by Gerry Rafferty (Song; 1978)

Barney Blake, Police Reporter (TV Series; 1948)

Batty Baseball (MGM Cartoon; 1944)

Big House Bunny (WB LT Cartoon; 1950)

The Birds, The Bees & The Monkeys, by The Monks (Album; 1968)

The Bride of Frankenstein (Film; 1935)

Casual Sex? (Film; 1988)

Concrete Island, by J.G. Ballard (Novel; 1974)

Daffy Duck and the Dinosaur (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)

D’ Fightin’ Ones (WB MM Cartoon; 1961)

Earth (Documentary Film; 2009)

Easy Come, Easy Go (Film; 1967)

Elvis & Nixon (Film; 2016)

It’s a Small World (Disney Ride at New York World’s Fair; 1964

Jane-Eyre (Film; 2011)

Jeeves & Wooster (UK TV Series; 1990)

Jerry and the Lion (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1950)

Kallocain, by Karin Boye (Novel; 1940)

King Tut, by Steve Martin (Song; 1978)

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (Film; 1962)

Momofuku, by Elvis Costello (Album; 2008)

The Northman (Film; 2022)

Oceans (Documentary Film; 2010)

Oh! How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1932)

100 Pygmies and Any Panda (Andy Panda Cartoon; 1940)

The Passions of the Mind, by Irving Stone (Biography of Sigmund Freud; 1971)

peck of Trouble (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1968)

Plague Dogs, by Richard Adams (Novel; 1978)

Poland, by James A. Michener (Novel; 1984)

Seventeen Seconds, by The Cure (Album; 1980)

Something Rotten! (Broadway Musical; 2015)

Symphony No. 7 in D Minor, by Antonin Dvořák (Symphony; 1885)

Tommy (Broadway Play; 1993)

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (Film; 2022)

Veep (TV Series; 2012)

Water for Elephants (Film; 2011)

Wild Thing, by The Trigs (Song; 1966)

The Willoughby’s (Animated Film; 2020)

Today’s Name Days

Alfred, Kaj, Leonidas (Austria)

Kajo, Leonida, Soter, Vojmil (Croatia)

Evženie (Czech Republic)

Cajus (Denmark)

Meeri, Meri, Merike, Merje (Estonia)

Aida, Alina (Finland)

Alexandre (France)

Alfred, Kaj, Leonidas (Germany)

Nathanael, Nearhos (Greece)

Csilla, Noémi (Hungary)

Caio, Leonida, Sotero (Italy)

Armanda, Armands, Usins, Vitālijs (Latvia)

Leonas, Leonidas, Norvaidė, Visgailas (Lithuania)

Oddgeir, Oddny (Norway)

Heliodor, Kajus, Leonia, Leonid, Łukasz, Soter, Strzeżymir, Teodor (Poland)

Teodor (Romania)

Slavomír (Slovakia)

María, Sotero (Spain)

Allan, Glenn (Sweden)

Nathan, Nathaniel, Vitalia, Vitaliy (Ukraine)

Caia, Caissa, Kai, Kaila, Kaleigh, Kaley, Kay, Kayla, Kaylee, Kayleigh, Kayley, Kaylie, Kaylin, Kaylyn, Leonidas, Makayla, Mckayla (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 113 of 2024; 253 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 17 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 9 of 28]

Chinese: Month 3 (Wu-Chen), Day 14 (Bing-Chen)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 14 Nisan 5784

Islamic: 13 Shawwal 1445

J Cal: 23 Cyan; Twosday [22 of 30]

Julian: 9 April 2024

Moon: 99%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 1 Caesar (5th Month) [Miltiades]

Runic Half Month: Man (Human Being) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 35 of 92)

Week: 4th Week of April

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 3 of 31)

#Holidays

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