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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 · 6 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

#;; muse list

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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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Festivals Beginning April 22, 2024

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

Taste of Vernon (Vernon, New Jersey)

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Caius, Pope (Christian; Martyr)

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Earth Day (Pastafarian)

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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)

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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

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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)

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Aida, Alina (Finland)

Alexandre (France)

Alfred, Kaj, Leonidas (Germany)

Nathanael, Nearhos (Greece)

Csilla, Noémi (Hungary)

Caio, Leonida, Sotero (Italy)

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Leonas, Leonidas, Norvaidė, Visgailas (Lithuania)

Oddgeir, Oddny (Norway)

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Teodor (Romania)

Slavomír (Slovakia)

María, Sotero (Spain)

Allan, Glenn (Sweden)

Nathan, Nathaniel, Vitalia, Vitaliy (Ukraine)

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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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thexchangeonline · 1 year ago

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Henry J. Tillman

"The saying "Getting there is half the fun" became obsolete with the advent of commercial airlines."

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drzito · 1 year ago

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Las 242 peliculas que he visto en 2023 (parte 2)

122. Martyrs (Pascal Laugier, 2008)

123. Of time and the city (Terence Davies, 2008)

124. Pandorum (Christian Alvart, 2009)

125. La casa del diablo (Ti West, 2009)

126. Catfish (Ariel Schulman y Henry Joost, 2010)

127. Rare exports: Un cuento gamberro de navidad (Jalmari Helander, 2010)

128. Final Destination 5 (Steven Quale, 2011)

129. Infierno blanco (Joe Carnahan, 2011)

130. La maldicion de Rookford (Nick Murphy, 2011)

131. Berberian sound studio (Peter Strickland, 2012)

132. Turistas (Ben Wheatley, 2012)

133. Across the river (Lorenzo Bianchini, 2013)

134. Colonia V (Jeff Renfroe, 2013)

135. Como todas las mañanas (Toni Nievas, 2013)

136. El Congreso (Ari Folman, 2013)

137. The Sacrament (Ti West, 2013)

138. Vivir en peligro (Paul Wright, 2013)

139. El sopar (Pere Portabella, 2014)

140. Lucy (Luc Besson, 2014)

141. Sueñan los androides (Ion de Sosa, 2014)

142. Uno tras otro (Hans Petter Moland, 2014)

143. Equals (Drake Doremus, 2015)

144. Dope (Rick Famuyiwa, 2015)

145. 13 horas: Los soldados secretos de Bengasi (Michael Bay, 2016)

146. El Caso Sloane (John Madden, 2016)

147. El Contable (Gavin O'Connor, 2016)

148. El Vacio (Jeremy Gillespie y Steven Kostanski, 2016)

149. Holy Hell (Will Allen, 2016)

150. La autopsia de Jane Doe (André Øvredal, 2016)

151. Maria (y los demas) (Nely Reguera, 2016)

152. Swiss Army Man (Dan Kwan y Daniel Scheinert, 2016)

153. Without Name (Lorcan Finnegan, 2016)

154. Brawl in Cell Block 99 (S Craig Zahler, 2017)

155. Caras y Lugares (Agnes Varda y JR, 2017)

156. Good Time: Viviendo al limite (Benny y Josh Safdie, 2017)

157. Hagazussa (Lukas Feigelfeld, 2017)

158. Secretos Oscuros (Michael Pearce, 2017)

159. Ghost in the shell. El alma de la maquina (Rupert Sanders, 2017)

160. The Cloverfield paradox (Julius Onah, 2018)

161. Illang: La brigada del lobo (Kim Ji-Woon, 2018).

162. Normandia al desnudo (Philippe Le Guay, 2018)

163. Al otro lado de la ley (S Craig Zahler, 2018)

164. Apuntes para una pelicula de atracos (Leon Siminiani, 2018)

165. El odio que das (George Tillman Jr, 2018)

166. 303 (Hans Weingartner, 2018)

167. El Convento (Payl Hyett, 2018)

168. La primera purga: La noche de las bestias (Gerard McMurray, 2018)

169. Mudo (Duncan Jones, 2018)

170. Noche de lobos (Jeremy Saulnier, 2018)

171. 6 en la sombra (Michael Bay, 2019)

172. Bait (Mark Jenkin, 2019)

173. Escape room: Sin salida (Adam Robitel, 2019)

174. Fyre (Chris Smith, 2019)

175. Sator (Jordan Graham, 2019)

176. Swallow (Carlo Mirabella-Davis, 2019)

177. Us (Jordan Peele, 2019)

178. Ventajas de viajar en tren (Aritz Moreno, 2019)

179. Bad Boys for Life (Adil El Arbi y Bilall Fallah, 2020)

180. El año del descubrimiento (Luis Lopez Carrasco, 2020)

181. Last and First Men (Johann Johannsonn, 2020)

182. Socias y Enemigas (Miguel Arteta, 2020)

183. Undergods (Chino Moya, 2020).

184. A tiempo completo (Eric Gravel, 2021)

185. Belle (Mamoru Hosoda, 2021)18

186. Black Phone (Scott Derrickson, 2021)

187. Candyman (Nia DaCosta, 2021)

188. Censor (Prano Bailey-Bond, 2021)

189. Destello Bravio (Ainhoa Rodriguez, 2021)

190. El Escuadron Suicida (James Gunn, 2021)

191. Eles transportan a morte (Samuel M. Delgado y Helena Girón, 2021)

192. Escape Room: La Pel·lícula (Hèctor Claramunt, 2021)

193. Espiritu Sagrado (Chema Garcia Ibarra, 2021)

194. Hellbender (John Adams, Zelda Adams y Toby Poser, 2021)

195. King Car (Renata Pinheiro, 2021).

196. La casa de las profundidades (Julien Maury y Alexandre Bustillo, 2021)

197. La Hija (Manuel Martin Cuenca, 2021)

198. Lamb (Valdimar Jóhannsson, 2021)

199. Licorice Pizza (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2021)

200. Malignant (James Wan, 2021)

201. The ice road (Jonathan Hensleigh, 2021)

202. The Medium (Banjong Pisanthanakun, 2021)

203. Tiempo (M night Shyamalan, 2021)

204. Tros (Pau Calpe, 2021)

205. You are not my mother (Kate Dolan, 2021)

206. Aftersun (Charlotte Wells, 2022)

207. Almas en pena de Inisherin (Martin McDonagh, 2022)

208. Ambulance. Plan de huida (Michael Bay, 2022).

209. Argentina 1985 (Santiago Mitre, 2022)

210. As Bestas (Rodrigo Sorogoyen, 2022)

211. Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (Ryan Coogler, 2022)

212. Cangrejo Negro (Adam Berg, 2022)

213. Crimenes del futuro (David Cronenberg, 2022)

214. El agua (Elena López Riera, 2022)

215. El triangulo de la tristeza (Ruben Ostlund, 2022)

216. Emily, la estafadora (John Patton Ford, 2022)

217. En los margenes (Juan Diego Botto, 2022)

218. Enys Men (Mark Jenkin, 2022)

219. Eo (Jerzy Skolimowski, 2022)

220. Flux Gourmet (Peter Strickland, 2022)

221. La hija eterna (Joanna Hogg, 2022)

222. La paradoja de Antares (Luis Tinoco, 2022)

223. Men (Alex Garland, 2022)

224. Modelo 77 (Alberto Rodriguez, 2022)

225. Muertos muertos muertos (Halina Reijn, 2022)

226. O corpo aberto (Angeles Huerta, 2022)

227. Predator. La Presa (Dan Trachtenberg, 2022)

228. Puñales por la espalda: El misterio de Glass Onion (Rian Johnson, 2022)

229. RRR (SS Rajamouli, 2022)

230. Suro (Mikel Gurrea, 2022)

231. Vesper (Kristina Buozyte y Bruno Samper, 2022)

232. You won’t be alone (Goran Stolevski, 2022)

233. X (Ti West, 2022)

234. Asteroid City (Wes Anderson, 2023)

235. Barbie (Greta Gerwig, 2023)

236. El banco de Dave (Chris Foggin, 2023)

237. Elemental (Peter Sohn, 2023)

238. Indiana Jones y el dial del destino (James Mangold, 2023)

239. Llaman a la puerta (M Night Shyamalan, 2023)

240. Mision Imposible: Sentencia Mortal - Parte 1 (Christopher McQuarrie, 2023)

241. Nadie te salvara (Brian Duffield, 2023)

242. The Creator (Gareth Edwards, 2023)

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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 8 months ago

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Badge Bunny Part V

Masterlist Here!

Summary: It all comes to a head with Roy. Will Gator let the sins off his past dictate his future or will he be the better man that he knows you deserve?

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

CW: Reader is referred to as "Bunny" or "Bun". Minimal use of Y/N. Canon type violence. Gun use. Gator is wounded - no graphic detail. Mild angst. Smut! Unprotected P in V. Creampie.

WC: 8.7K

“Something's going down at the ranch. I think Roy's finally lost his goddamn mind. Feds are headed over there.” Andy rushed out, breathless as if he'd run all the way here, face a little bloodied and bruised. He was still in uniform, though it was dirty and disheveled, sans his duty belt.

“Gator?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, gaze falling to the floor.

“He's been there all morning.”

“What's going on? And don't lie to me Andy.” Pushing your finger roughly into his chest.

“I want the full story. Not some half-truth bullshit.” Tired of sitting in the dark, you needed some answers.

You took him to the back so you could talk in private without the whole bar hearing about the sorted affair. They would all know soon enough. Small town gossip spreads like wildfire, especially if it involves the Tillman family in any way.

Roy had the entire ranch on lockdown. He'd somehow gotten wind of a traitor in his midst that was feeding information to the FBI.

Andy was an immediate suspect. After the entire incident with your kidnapping and sending those blood samples off despite Roy telling him not to, it had earned him a spot at the top of the man's shit list.

“They had me tied up in one of the sheds. If it weren't for Gator, I…” he swallowed thickly, as if he were reliving it all once again. “I don't know what Roy would have done. He showed me some tunnel on the back of the property. Helped me escape. I flagged down a car once I made it to the main road and had them bring me here.”

“Oh my God, Andy! Why didn't he come with you? What the fuck is he doing?” You groaned, swearing then and there if he made it out of this shit alive you were going to kill him.

“He told me to place a call to the feds and made me promise to make sure you stayed put. There's nothing else we can do.”

You stopped pacing back and forth looking at him with a dumbstruck expression.

“What? So, you are working with them?” Trying to wrap your head around everything that he was trying to tell you.

“No, Y/N. Gator is!”

Not even Roy could have seen it coming. Everyone pegged Gator as the Sheriff's idiot son. A fuck up so blinded by getting his father's approval that no one thought for a second he could have been the informant.

If Roy asked him to jump, he'd ask him how high but that all started to change a little over a year prior.

There was only one thing that would make him flip on the old man in a heartbeat.

You.

He'd asked you to trust him. Told you whatever happened it was for the best. Now you truly saw why. He was taking Roy down. It was his way out.

“Andy, how am I supposed to stay put when you know what Roy is capable of? If he even thinks for a second that it's Gator…” You trailed off. Taking a seat at the edge of Henry's desk to let the weight of it all sink in.

“I think he's got this. There's nothing else for Roy to do but surrender.” He tried to reassure you with a half-smile but you saw right through it.

You sighed, standing back up.

“Let me clean that cut up for you. It's the least I can do. You're a good friend to me and Gator.” You grabbed the first aid kit and went to work. It was deeper than you thought, probably needed a stitch or two but he was dead set on keeping the both of you here.

After Gator helped Andy find the underground passage, he made his way back to the main house where he knew Roy would be waiting.

He took a deep breath before entering. Knowing his part, he has to play it cool just until the feds get there. He gave Andy strict instructions to let them know what they were going to be up against.

The kitchen was left in shambles. Roy told Karen and the girls to leave before they finished breakfast. At least he seemed to care enough to spare them from some of what he had planned that day.

From that point on it had been madness. He'd called in what was essentially his calvary. A lot of armed idiots that had no business holding a gun.

Somehow, he'd gotten word the FBI was coming to raid him. Gator was still unsure of where it actually came from, but he knew Roy had friends in high places.

He wandered down the small hall that led to the back of the house where Roy's office was, the door sitting ajar.

He didn't bother knocking, pushing it further open and taking a step forward. Roy's eyes shot up as soon as the door opened.

“Gator, what are you doing here? I told you to watch the goddamn shed with Bowman.” He hissed out.

“Yeah, uh… Andy and Bowman are both gone. Shed's empty.” His gaze fell to the floor briefly before looking back to Roy.

“Gone? Both of them?” His face flashing confusion.

“Yup. Suppose Bowman moved him? Ya’ give him the order to execute or somethin’?” He asked, trying to draw his suspicion.

“Fuck.” He gritted out between clenched teeth getting up and coming around his desk. “I didn't give any kind of order. Get your ass out there. Tell everyone to start looking for them.”

“Yeah, course.” Gator turned, making his way back down the hall and out to the porch telling the rest of the guys to start looking.

He was sure it had given Andy enough time to get to the highway. No one knew about that escape hatch except himself, Roy and the other being Bowman, who was currently unconscious and tied up in said escape tunnel.

He set about pretending to help look for the two missing men hearing the sirens in the distance, breathing a small sigh of relief. It would all be over soon.

As Roy stepped out onto the porch, pulling his hat down tight upon his head the caravan of black SUVs made their way down the highway stopping at the front gate.

He had the entrance blocked by his armed cohorts.

“Well, here we go.” He said, looking over to Gator with a sinister smirk.

“Dad,” he said, sounding more like a frightened boy than the man he was trying to be, as Roy turned back to look at him. “No one has to get hurt. Ya’ could just… just give yourself up.”

“Give myself up? You do realize you're going to prison too, right? It's not just me going down at the end of all this.” He fixed him with a glare before turning and mounting his mare. “Shut the hell up and find those two idiots.”

He nodded, biting his lip as he watched him mosey toward them, taking a leisurely pace as if he was unbothered by the entire scene. Roy seemed to see it as more of a nuisance than any kind of real threat.

He couldn't tell what was being said, so he made himself scarce trying to bide his time.

The feds already had a plan in motion. Gator told them about the hatch and tunnels that would lead them to the back of the property. It would be easy access and they could take everyone from behind while they were still occupied with the front gates. They knew once they had Roy the rest would give up without their so-called fearless leader.

Gator made his way to the back of the property, meeting about 10 men dressed in SWAT gear along with FBI Agent Joaquin.

“He's in his office, but ugh… y’guys mind if I have a word with him before ya’ barge in there?” He asked.

“I think we can spare a few minutes. I can give you head start but if bullets start flying, hit the deck.” He waved Gator off turning back toward his team ready to give their orders.

He made his way back to the house, hitting his vape trying to steel his nerves.

This time the door was shut, so he quickly rapped his knuckles against the smooth wood.

“Yeah?” Roy grunted, as Gator popped into view.

“Son, what the hell is it this time?” He was exasperated dealing with him for the day.

“I need to talk to you. Man to man.” He stated, coming to stand in front of his desk. Roy finally looked from the window to face him.

“Well, spit it out.” He hissed.

“The feds are on their way, already on the ranch. Thought it would be better to hear it from me.” Roy watched him intently but stayed silent letting him continue.

“If you had just left her alone.” He looked him dead in the eye as he spoke. “You tried to take away the one thing that matters most to me.”

Roy had gravely miscalculated just how much you'd meant to his son. He saw you as nothing more than a bump in the road assuming that Gator would eventually get bored of his new, shiny plaything.

He was losing that grip on him little by little thinking his only way to get it back was to get rid of you.

The kidnapping had gone according to plan, just like Roy intended, until it didn't. Those idiots he'd hired had gotten greedy. Threatened to let you go if they didn't get more money but before he could take matters into his own hands Gator had found you.

The FBI had reached out months prior, it was only after that stunt that he finally placed the call that set everything into motion.

“So, that's it then? Turn your own father in over what? Some fuckin' whore. I should have fuckin’ killed you a long time ago. You're nothing but a sniveling worm. I'm ashamed to even call you my son.” He was seeing red, reaching for his gun.

Gator grabbed his own, before Roy had the chance to flinch. His words had no effect on him. He'd all but given up hope of ever winning his father's affections and praise. He didn't care anymore. He had you.

“Don't.” He aimed right at Roy's chest, finger on the trigger. He never wanted it to end this way.

Shouting down the hall pulled Gator's attention for a split second, as his eyes drifted from their target giving Roy enough time to get his hand around his own pistol.

Two shots rang out as the swat team swarmed the house.

“So, what should we do? How much longer do we just sit and wait?” You'd finally asked after thirty more agonizing minutes. You'd both made it back out to the bar, taking a booth in the corner.

Your knee was bouncing, unable to keep from chewing your nails and looking out the window every few seconds.

“He wants you to stay put. So, we'll stay put.” Taking another sip of his soda, watching you over the glass. “Don't even think about it.”

“What? I wasn't thinking about anything.” The way you glanced at your keys sitting next to you told him otherwise.

“Y/N.” He warned, with a glare.

“Fuck, fine.” You crossed your arms, continuing to look out the window with a huff. “I'm going to get a drink. You want a refill?” Asking as you got up.

You had your back toward the door when an SUV peeled into the parking lot. A woman with short, dark hair got out and made her way into the door.

“I'm looking for a Miss Y/L/N.” She announced, looking around the near desolate place as she removed her sunglasses.

You whipped around.

“Um, that's me.” Voice coming out meek. You knew she had to be FBI. You suddenly felt sick, preparing for the worst.

“I'm Agent Meyers. We need you to come with us please.” Her curt tone left no room for arguing as your eyes cut over to Andy. He got up and met you both.

“I'm Deputy Andy Tate. I'm the one that called you guys. You mind if I tag along?” He didn't want to let you out of his sight, even if they were supposed to be the good guys.

She looked him up and down before nodding.

“Sure, follow me.”

Agent Meyers wasn't much for small talk. She had explained you were needed but didn't go into detail. Apparently, it was a need-to-know basis, and you didn't need to know.

Your stomach was in knots as you watched the world pass by outside. Andy tried to soothe you, telling you it would all be okay, but every doubt was swirling within you.

As you pulled up to that familiar gate and picture-perfect farmhouse that was anything but, you saw they had people lined up and handcuffed on their knees against the fence.

They'd managed to round up and arrest everyone. As predicted, when they found out Roy was done, they all gave up without a fight.

There were two ambulances, one pulling off as you all pulled in the other parked directly in front of the house.

“Where is he?” You anxiously asked.

“He'll be over there.” You opened the door and shot out running before they had the chance to come to a stop.

“Hey!” Meyers yelled, but you didn't hesitate. You needed to see him. Needed to make sure he was okay, and your worst thoughts had not come to fruition; make it all tangible.

He finally came into view, sitting on a gurney at the back of the vehicle. His shirt was removed. They were bandaging up his shoulder as you shouted his name.

He turned, standing up as you slammed into his chest wrapping your arms around him as the tears began to flow.

He groaned with the impact, pain shooting through his shoulder and back, but he didn't care, wrapping his arm tight around you pulling you into him.

Roy had managed to shoot him in the left shoulder, while Gator's aim had been much more accurate. A shot straight into the gut. He'd been taken by the other ambulance for emergency surgery and then he'll be swept off straight to a federal prison halfway across the country.

“Gator… I …” You sniffed, looking up at him. “I thought…” Your hands roamed his chest, easing over his bandaged shoulder taking it all in. Cupping his cheeks, your thumb running under a slight bruise that was blooming under his eye.

He pressed your head back to his chest, kissing your temple.

“It's okay baby. I'm okay. We're okay.” His words soothing as they washed over you.

You just held each other for a few more minutes before someone cleared their throat from behind you.

“Sorry to break this little moment up but it's time to go.” Agent Meyers spoke.

Gator nodded, as you looked between the two of them.

“Bunny, look at me.” His eyes pierced yours as he spoke calmly.

“We’re going to be okay. But I have to go with them. There's a lot of shit I did, that I'm not proud of I still need to answer for.”

You knew what he meant. For all the good he did, there were still things he would have to pay for which still meant prison time.

“I'm proud of you.” You looked right into those soft, hazel eyes as you spoke. He looked so downtrodden, but you lifted his chin.

“I'm so proud of you baby!” You stood on the tips of your toes, smashing your lips to his. They were a little chapped but warm as you melted into him.

It suddenly crossed your mind this may be the last time you get to feel him for a while as his tongue grazes your bottom lip. Allowing him entry, you glide against one another so effortlessly it was easy to get lost in the moment.

You broke apart only to catch your breath. Whispered “I love yous” were spoken before he was handcuffed in front of you.

“Okay, Mr. Tillman.” Agent Meyers guided him to an SUV, sitting him in the back.

His eyes were filled with worry as they shut the door, mirroring your own. Andy sidled up beside you as they drove out of sight.

5 Months Later

“You don't have to keep coming every week.” The way it came out let you know he was tired but so were you. Tired of him acting like you were just going to give up and leave him to rot in a prison cell.

Since he'd helped the feds, they had given him a nice plea deal with a reduced sentence of 18 months. With good behavior, he might be out in 12.

It was the best he could have hoped for with all the involvement in Roy's dealings, but Gator had given them enough to send him away for the rest of his life.

It was still going to be agonizing but you wanted to be there for him every step of the way.

“Yes, I do. Who else is going to bring you these nasty cookies you love?” You teased. Packing another overnight bag for your 8-hour trek.

“Y’gonna make me fat, if ya keep bringin’ those.” He chuckles on the other end. “But seriously, if the drives gettin' to be too much, ya’ don't have to.”

“I don't have anything else to do. I know that sounds pathetic but it's true. All I do is work, and then come home. The only thing that's getting to be too much is how quiet the house is. I miss you.” You said it earnestly, sighing into the phone sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I'm sorry Bunny, if there had been another way…” he trailed off, sighing on his end as well.

“No. Don't start that. I am so damn proud of you, Gator Tillman!”

Of course, it was all over the front pages, but they left out the part where he had been an informant. Everyone assumed the very worst about him, just like Roy. But he was your hero.

If only you could see the grin that split his face any time you told him that. The way his eyes lit up. He had sought Roy's approval for so long, it felt refreshing to hear that he'd done something right from the one person who truly loves him for him. All the fuck ups, all the short comings he saw in himself that you never judged him for. You loved him. You were proud of him.

“I love you, be safe. I'll see ya’ tomorrow.” He had his one-minute warning come through the line.

“Ok baby. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you more!”

“Not possible.” He grinned again, as the line clicked dead.

He'd been sent to FCI Sandstone, a low security facility in Minnesota. It was a little over 8 hours from Lehigh. Thankfully Roy was sent halfway across the country to a maximum security facility so neither of you would ever have to cross his path again.

In the few months that he's been away, it's been a struggle. You were left on your own again, but you could breathe a sigh of relief. The entire town felt like a weight had been lifted. No one was looking over their shoulder fearing they might be on the bad side of Roy Tillman.

Andy was appointed interim Sheriff, since half the department went down with the raid. Andy and just a few others were left to pick up the pieces and start from scratch.

He was a good man. Gator made sure that he was never implemented in anything to do with Roy or himself. He was doing a great job, weeding out the few left behind and hiring new, upstanding deputies to help run things. There was no doubt he'd be running and win the upcoming election.

You had your routine down, leaving out every Tuesday afternoon after your shift. Hitting up the same motel halfway there. Waking up before dawn to go the rest of the way. Spending Wednesdays with him at the prison.

They'd give you one-hour allotments of visiting time. You'd been his only visitor.

You drive through the gates, flashing your smile and waving at the guards. They knew you by name at this point.

“Hey Bill!” You greeted the guard at the entrance.

“Hey, Y/N. Must be Wednesday.” He chuckled, waving you through the X-ray. You knew the routine. Tossing everything into the bin to go through, then yourself. Pat down examination and you were off to the designated visiting area.

You'd always sit at the table closest to the window, furthest away from the guards. It was quiet. No one bothered the two of you.

You sat the cookies in front of you. The one thing you had actually taken the time to learn how to make and you'd gotten good at it. He loved them.

You were staring out the window, when the buzzer went off alerting you to the door being opened.

He walked out, hands cuffed in front of him wearing that prison issued bright orange jumpsuit you were now so accustomed to seeing. His hair was never slicked back anymore, but he kept the cut the same. Soft brown locks hung down against his forehead.

He donned that crooked smile that made your heart melt as he made his way over to you.

“Hi baby.” He sat across from you extending his hands as the guard unlatched the cuffs. He rubbed his wrists before placing his hands to the table.

“Brought your favorite.” Shaking the Tupperware in front of you, then sliding it over.

They allowed some touching in the visitor's area but not enough. You longed to push the hair from his face and kiss those lips you've missed.

He took the lid off and immediately dove in, taking a cookie and humming around the sugary taste.

“I think these get better every time, Bun.” Finishing it before looking back at you, a crumb at the edge of his lip. You reached up, and brushed it away with your thumb, lingering just a moment.

“God, I miss you.” You whispered, dropping your hand as he reached across the table intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I'm right here, and hey, if I stay off the naughty list I get conjugal visits next month.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively making you laugh and roll your eyes fondly.

“As much as I would love for you to fuck me senseless, you know that's not what I mean.”

“I know, baby.” The grip on your hand becoming a little tighter.

You fell into an easy conversation. You always told him about what was happening since he left.

“Spoke with Andy. They're expecting and he's absolutely over the moon. They're still planning on getting married, but they're going to wait until after the baby.”

You were still talking but he was hung up on that first part. He felt like a failure all over again. That could be you and him. Happy. Engaged, maybe even married. But no. He was stuck here because of all the stupid choices he had made long before he'd met you. He knew he didn't deserve you.

You stopped talking when you noticed his crestfallen appearance. Eyes glossy, and pouty lips.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You shook his hand lightly. “I know that look. Don't.”

“It's just…” he began but you cut him off. He got like this from time to time.

“I know what you're thinking. Stop, ok. We'll get our happy ending once you get out of this place.” You smiled.

A happy ending. What you truly wouldn't give. You'd both been through too much to not see this through.

“Plus, I'm moving closer. I can get another job, another place to live. We don't have to go back to Lehigh. Nothing ties us to that place.”

“Bunny,” his gaze softened. He truly didn't deserve you.

“Nope. I know what you're going to say. I've already made up my mind.”

“Fine, just make sure to clean out the house good before you do. Attic too.” You looked at him with confusion, knowing you had never stored anything up there.

He simply smirked and winked at you.

“Um… ok weirdo. If you say so.” You eyed him warily. “I…”

“Tillman, times up!” The guard shouted, interrupting you.

“I’ll call you tomorrow to make sure you got in, sweet thing.” He said, winking before his hands were cuffed once more.

You watched as the guard led him away. It was always inevitable, but it didn't hurt any less each time.

It scratched at the back of your mind on the drive home. He was so adamant about checking the attic. It was going to bug you the entire way.

This time you wouldn't stop halfway to rest. Making the drive back to Lehigh in one go, making a few gas station runs but nothing more.

You got in late that night, feeling dead on your feet as you walked into the house throwing your bag on the couch making a beeline for the hall where the access to the attic through the ceiling lay.

You reached up, straining, barely grabbing the thin string but you were able to pull it down as it fell open with a creak.

You took the rickety steps one at a time, grabbing your phone to use as a flashlight. Your head popped up looking around but not immediately seeing anything. To your right, there was a duffle bag you didn't recognize but this must be what he was alluding to.

Your hand gripped the handle, it was fairly heavy, as you brought it back down slowly, placing it on the kitchen table.

Taking a deep breath, you tugged the zipper, gasping when the contents were finally revealed.

The bag was full of cash. More than you'd ever seen at one time in your life.

What you hadn't known is that Gator found that bag when he had rescued you, immediately recognizing it because it was the same one, he had seen at Roy's a few days before it all went down.

That was his turning point. The final nail in the coffin. If Roy could do this to you, there was really nothing he wasn't capable of.

The feds had been whispering in his ear for a few months. After you had broken it off that morning, that was his first call. Even if the future with you was uncertain, he had to keep you safe and taking Roy down was his only choice.

As the initial shock wore off you noticed an envelope sitting to the side.

You tore it open immediately to find a handwritten note.

Bunny,

I figured sooner or later you'd find this before I got out. Knowing you, you're ready to high tail it out of Lehigh and I don't blame you.

Get out of Lehigh, you deserve better than this. Better than me. I never understood why you stuck around, you're too good for me.

On the off chance you still love me, there's enough to get you by until I get out, if you want to wait for me. I understand if you don't. I'm writing this knowing what lays ahead of me.

I know you're going to be pissed, but I did it for us. For our future, if you'll have me. I know I should have done it sooner, and I'm kicking myself for writing it in a letter instead.

There's a velvet box hidden in my sock drawer, if you haven't found it already. I promise I'll ask you proper once I get out. I love you Y/N, more than anything.

Love, Gator

PS- Got your necklace fixed. Missed seeing it around your neck.

Tears began to stream down your face as you clutched the letter reading it over once more before your feet started carrying you toward the bedroom you once shared with him.

You hadn't touched any of his things since he'd been gone. So, you'd never happened upon the small velvet box he was referring to.

You shoved his socks out of he way until your fingertips brushed up against it. You hesitantly pulled it into view, holding it in your hand until you sat on the bed.

You were still crying as you lifted the edges. Your necklace slipped out, catching it before it hit your lap. It had been broken during the kidnapping but with everything that had gone on since you hadn't thought about it but were now grateful to see it again.

Your eyes roved over the ring that was held within. It was simple, modest by most standards, but it was perfect. You'd never expected this from him.

It was a thin, gold band with three diamonds. A center cut with two smaller ones flanking each side. You hesitantly lifted it from the box, sliding it down your ring finger and holding it up to examine it more closely, as it caught the light and sparkled with your movement.

Finally, you clasped the thin gold chain back around your neck, holding the delicate “G” between your fingertips once more.

You knew he'd be calling around noon the next day, expecting you to have stayed at the hotel overnight. You had an idea, not letting on that you'd found everything laid out for you, instead surprising him on your next visit.

It was bittersweet, packing up your things and getting ready to leave Lehigh. The first home you shared with someone you truly loved.

Since you'd let him know you were moving to Minnesota to be closer to him, it had been a whirlwind of emotions and planning. Your next weekly visit was tomorrow.

In a week's time you had already found a small apartment for rent not far from the prison that would be perfect until he was released so you started the packing process.

During your calls, you'd never let on about the duffle bag. He couldn't say anything, so there was no way he'd mention it over the phone which played to your advantage. Keep him waiting and wondering.

Today when you walked through the gates you were positively giddy. Not only were you surprising him, but this would be your first conjugal visit.

Unlike before, they led you to a small room in the back of the prison. It provided privacy with a small bed and seating area, a counter dividing the room in two.

You were instructed to sit. They'd bring him in.

Your knee was bouncing with anticipation at the thought of finally being able to touch him after 6 long months of waiting.

The feel of running your fingers through his hair, his arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace, vibrating at the thought.

You moved the container of cookies to the small table in front of you as the door swung open.

Gator stepped in, a wide grin splitting his face, as he walked further into the room. His eyes never left you, licking his lips as he turned his body toward the guard so they could unshackle him.

“Alright Tillman, you've got an hour. Just be dressed by the time I get back.” He nodded, “ma’am” leaving the two of you alone.

“Hey, sweet thing!” He rubbed his wrists, watching you ease up from your seat crossing the room, quickly advancing toward him, barely giving him enough time to move his hands out of the way before you pummeled into his chest throwing your arms around his waist pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“Damn Bun! Miss me that bad?” Letting a small chuckle escape, circling his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“You know I miss you!” Melting further into his chest. The fabric of his worn, orange jumpsuit scratched at your face, but you just buried it deeper, breathing him.

You held each other for a few moments before finally lifting your head. As your eyes met, he moved his warm, calloused palm to your cheek before he moved in letting his lips crash to yours, nose pressing into your cheek as he tilted his head pulling you further into him.

He immediately deepened it, hungry for more. His tongue darts out, licking at your lower lip as you part your mouth for him. You hummed at the taste of him, almost making you weak in the knees and rushing a spark to your core.

You finally broke apart, panting as your foreheads came to rest together.

“It would have been a yes, you know.” You whispered. “You should have just asked a long time ago.”

His brows knit with confusion as he pulled away to look down at you, his eye catching the glint of gold around your neck immediately cluing him in to what you meant as his gaze softened, and a lopsided grin returned to his face.

“Yeah? That so?” He reached for your left hand, pulling it into view. The ring was situated on your hand perfectly. “So, you still want to be with me?”

“Of course I want to be with you! I love you, you idiot! And you absolutely are asking me properly once you get out of here!” You giggled as he lifted you excitedly, peppering kisses all over your face as you tried to squirm away from the sudden onslaught of affection.

“So, does that mean I'm fuckin' my fiancé today?” Setting your feet back on the ground.

“God, is that all you're worried about?” Rolling your eyes, slapping at his chest.

“No. But Bun, I'm dyin’ here. It's been six fuckin' months.” He suddenly pressed his hips into you, his already hard length pushing into your lower stomach.

“Sure you haven't fallen for your burly bunkmate? I know it can get really lonely in here.” You laughed, as he groaned.

“Real cute, Bunny.” He was walking you back as he spoke, suddenly lifting you up on the small counter stepping between your legs and crashing his lips to yours once more.

The kiss turned more heated as you both tilted your heads, melting into each other as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him further into you by the collar.

He began to trail lower, kisses to your jaw to that little spot below your ear that has you releasing a breathy moan that instantly has his cock twitching between you.

“Oh fuck, I've missed those sounds.” He hissed out, helping you shed your jacket letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor reattaching his lips to you, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck.

Your fingers trailed up his chest finding the zipper on the orange jumpsuit you've come to loath, slipping it down as he let you pull it from his shoulders, letting it fall open to his waist. He wore a plain white shirt underneath, fisting the material in your hands as he pulled your hips closer to the edge of the counter.

His hands drifted under the fabric of your top, sending goosebumps across your flesh, as they roamed higher. Raising your arms to let him discard it alongside your jacket.

He's quick to drift to the clasp of your bra, undoing it with ease, letting the fabric fall away from your chest as his large palms engulf your soft flesh, kneading it a little roughly only spurring that now prominent ache between your legs when his thumbs graze over your nipples causing your back to arch further into his touch.

“Oh fuck, baby!” You moan out, gripping the bottom of his shirt trying to pull it up. You were needy. It felt like a lifetime since you'd been able to give him so much affection. Feel his warmth, skin to skin, lips skimming over your soft flesh. Reacquainting with each other's bodies.

Once his shirt was discarded, his hands traced your curves sending a shiver through you.

Your eyes caught the scar on his shoulder that hadn't been there before. A harsh reminder of what he's had to go through.

He follows your eyes, as your fingertips trace over the bit of gnarled, dark flesh.

“I would take a million more as long as I knew you were safe.” Whispering between you.

“I know you would. I just wish you didn't have to. I love you.” Whispering back, moving forward to place a kiss there before placing another to his lips that quickly turned heated once again.

You pushed at the jumpsuit, he helped you discard it and toe off his shoes as you worked quickly on your jeans.

Once his attention came back to you, he helped you lift your hips and slide them down your legs. His hands were immediately back to you, roaming any of your exposed flesh he could reach.

He took a moment, pressing his lips to your forehead, hand to your jaw.

“I've missed you so fuckin’ much Bunny. I love you.” Leaning his forehead to yours, closing your eyes, feeling the warmth of his palm to your cheek.

“I've missed you too.” Whispering as he captured your lips once more, less rushed. His lips glide across yours, tongue ghosting along your bottom lip begging for entry as you parted them. Tongues moving against one another in a slow, passionate dance.

He closed the small gap, as you wrapped your legs back around him. His clothed length pressing into your core as your hips seemed to move on their own accord grinding down against him, catching your clit on the downward movement eliciting breathy moans from both of you.

His hand slips between you, finding the damp spot on your panties, pressing the pad of his thumb into the soaked fabric.

“Bunny, you're so wet. All this f’me? Fuck, I'm a lucky bastard.” He hissed out, finding the edge of your underwear pulling them to the side and letting his fingertip trace your slit before pushing at your aching entrance only breaching slightly, making your hips chase his hand for friction. He trailed up, finding your swollen clit as the pad of his thumb swiped deftly before pulling away. The band of your panties snapping back into place.

“You wanna move… this over t’the… bed?” He rushed out between pants and feverish kisses.

“Please.” You manage to get out before he's gripping your ass, hauling you up and over across the small room without his mouth ever leaving yours.

His knees find the small bed and tosses you down. The springs are a little hard and unforgiving squeaking under your weight with a small bounce that makes you giggle all the same as you lean back to stare up at him.

He's long and lean, looking a little more toned than you remember. Boxers doing nothing to hide his raging erection. His hard cock straining against the fabric, now eye level with you.

You reach up, tracing a finger down the length of him, leaving him gaping and throwing his head back.

“Fuck, I need you.” He hisses out, as you gingerly reach up pulling his boxers down his toned legs, finally releasing him. His length bobs against his abdomen, standing at full attention. Your cunt clinches at the thought of getting him inside of you. Never satiated properly for the last six months you were aching.

He didn't miss the way your thighs rubbed together as he looked down at you, as you took him in your hand, bringing your lips to his soft, ruddy tip, placing a soft kiss there before shifting your head as you ran your tongue up his entire length.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He pulled your chin up to look at him, as you smirked. “Hey sweet thing, as much as I would love to have your mouth, I need your pussy.” The end came out as almost a growl as he began to ease you back onto the bed, his fingertips grabbing at your panties as he practically ripped them from your legs as you heard an audible rip but you didn't mind as he tossed them somewhere across the room.

Crawling between your thighs, parting to accommodate him eagerly. His thick chest hair rough against your nipples, as he presses himself to you taking his length at the base, suddenly running it up your soaked folds making you moan out and arch further closing any gap between you.

“That's it baby. Need it as much as I do, huh?” He hummed, bumping your clit on the way up that made you whine as he captured your lips once more, lining himself up as his head catches your dripping hole.

Your hands grip at his back, running your fingers through the short locks at the nape of his neck pulling the strands when he pushes himself in an inch more.

The toys at home could never fill you the way he could with his thick, long cock. It began to sting as he pushed further. A moan caught in your throat, as your head hit the back of the bed, mouth going slack at the feeling.

“Goddamn, Bunny. You're so… mmmph…. Fuckin' tight.” He grits out, face turning soft once he looks up to notice your brows pinched tight.

“Hey, Bunny. Relax f'me, baby.” He coos, cradling your jaw, thumb rubbing soothingly under your bottom lip.

“I'm relaxed, you're just a lot, baby.” You finally say, opening your eyes gazing into his lust blown irises, nearly black save for the thin mossy ring around the outer edge.

“Yeah?” Lopsided grin returning. “Too much for that tight little cunt?” Not letting you answer before finally burying himself completely as your nails dig into his back with a near pornographic moan escaping your lips only spurring him on.

He slowly pulls out, feeling your walls stretch and flutter around him before quickly plunging back in, feeling impossibly deeper before rocking his hips into yours at a brutal pace.

The stretch and sting slowly subsides giving way to pleasure as he pushes in and out, a fresh wave of arousal soaking you both. You can't suppress the filthy moans falling past your lips.

“That's it baby, let them know how good I'm fuckin' MY pussy. Ya’ don't have to be quiet in here.” He continues roughly pushing his hips into yours as you gasp and writhe beneath him. The sounds of your slick as he drives into with each thrust would have you blushing, but you were too wrapped up in the feel of him to care.

The way your walls were sucking him in and pulsing around his cock, like you were made just for him, was enough to make him cum right then and there.

“Mmmph, Gator you feel so… g-good.” Managing to squeak out, the head of his cock continually massages that spot on your frontal wall with ease.

“Missed this pussy so fuckin' much. Been dreamin’ about the day I could… fuck… cum in her again.” His thrusts get more urgent, as your pussy flutters around him once more.

“Yeah, Bunny? Want my cum? Stuff you full until you can't take anymore?” You whimper at his words, that coil within you winding tighter with each in and out motion working you both toward your high.

He nips at the soft skin at your bared throat, gaining your attention.

“Huh, bunny?”

Barely able to think or speak at this point, you nod at his question knowing he wants an answer. He moves his mouth higher, taking your bottom lip between his, sucking lightly before letting it go with a slight pop. He loved you like this. Too cock drunk to speak and about to fall apart only for him.

He moves his hand between you, expertly finding your clit, as he begins rubbing circles against you working in tandem with his thrusts bringing you closer to the edge. Your back arched off the bed, crying out.

“Fuck! Don't stop!” You huffed out.

“Wouldn't dream of it, sweet thing. Need you t’cum f’me. Gonna leave you so full I'll be leaking out of ya’ for days.” Another whimper slipped out, just as that coil began to snap.

You didn't have time to warn him before your pussy clamped down around him.

“Oh fuck! There she is.” He hissed out, taking his hand from you so he could pound you into oblivion, chasing his own release while working you through yours.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, sure they were drawing blood at this point from the grip you had on him. Your orgasm hit so hard that your toes curled as sparks flew behind your eyelids.

A few more thrusts and he follows behind you, his dick throbbing and kicking up inside of your tight channel as his balls tightened, painting your walls with his spend. He continued to fuck it into you, cursing and panting before collapsing onto your chest.

“Oh fuck Bunny. Goddamn, I missed you.” It came a little muffled, his lips pressed up against you where his head lay in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you too, baby.” You hummed, as he finally pulled his softening cock from you, laying on his side, so you could be face to face kissing the tip of your nose and pulling you close.

“You're an idiot, if you thought I was going to run. We've come too far to give up now.” You whispered, with warm affection and brushing his hair softly from his forehead before leaning in for a kiss before you were so rudely interrupted with a loud knock.

“10 minutes Tillman!” The guard shouted through the door.

“Fuck.” He hissed, leaning his forehead to yours. “That went by too fast.”

“Yeah, it did.” You giggled, kissing his cheek, sitting up.

“Hey,” grasping your hand, once more looking at the ring on your hand. “I’m sorry ya’ fell in love with such a fuck up.”

“I'm not. You're a good man, Gator Tillman. You just needed a push in the right direction. No one ever thought you were a fuck up except Roy and look where he is.” You placed your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

You finally pulled away to get up and get dressed, as he followed suit knowing your time was dwindling.

“You better grab a cookie, while you still can.” Pulling your shirt back over your head.

“Bun, I got my sugar fix.” Grabbing you from behind, pulling you back into his chest, kissing your cheek as you melted into his touch. “Just needed my sweet thing.”

The door swung open, jarring you both from a few moments of bliss.

“Thank God your dressed.” The guard sighed and laughed as you both rolled your eyes.

You faced him quickly, stealing away one more kiss.

“I'll be back next week.” Smiling softly.

“I know, baby.”

You watched him go, winking at you before he walked out the door.

The next few weeks were a blur, seemingly going by in the blink of an eye.

You had said your goodbyes in Lehigh. Henry throwing you a small going away party for the hell of it. There were a few tears and lots of well wishes. Of course, Maggie made you promise to keep in touch.

You could have easily used the money that Gator had supplied for the next couple of months, but you didn't see a reason to waste it all. Using it more for a nest egg for the both of you.

Finding a job wasn't difficult. Every bar or diner usually had a high turnover, easily securing a waitressing job at a diner not far from your apartment.

Life went on for the next few months. Seeing Gator weekly, phone calls every other day to get you by.

As it drew closer to his incarceration hitting the one-year mark, you became anxious. The parole board would be looking at a possible early release and you had hoped the feds would put a good word in for him, but it wasn't a given.

“So, by this time next week we'll know if you're finally a free man?” Phone pressed to your ear, sitting on a wooden crate by the dumpster out behind the diner.

“Yup. Warden told me yesterday that the parlor board was already reviewing the case.” He sounded hopeful but you weren't convinced.

“That’s great baby.” Voice coming out a little weak, ready for all of this to just be over and done with.

“Cheer up, Bunny. I have a feelin’ it'll all work out.”

You hoped he was right. Never failing to believe what came out of his mouth. He had a way of sounding so sure of everything.

The day of the hearing, you sat by the phone practically chewing your nails down to the quick. Busying yourself with whatever would distract you, but it wasn't working, as you found yourself glancing at the nearby clock every few minutes the closer it drew to noon when the hearing would begin.

You knew it may be a while before you would hear from him, but anticipation and anxiety were getting the better of you.

12:15, 12:30, 12:45

Still no word. It felt like torture, every agonizing second drawn out.

Suddenly that familiar number popped up, quickly pressing that green button with frenzied energy.

“This is a call from Sandstone Correctional Institute. To accept this call from Gator Tillman please press 1.”

You held your breath as it connected him over.

“Bunny?” His almost breathless voice came through the line.

“Hey, baby. I'm here.” You rushed out, heart pounding in your chest.

“I'm coming home.”

Home. Such a funny notion to him now.

He didn't think of the house on the ranch or even Lehigh. He only pictured you. Your kind smile that captivated him the first time he laid eyes on you. That unruly mouth that could knock him down a peg but was heaven all the same. He loved everything about you.

The only person that had ever made him feel truly loved.

He was coming home to you.

Processing was completed and 48 hours later you were sitting outside the prison gate, leaning against your car.

The loud buzz signaling the gate opening grabbed your attention as he strolled out. That cocky demeanor was still intact, dick first, head held high; smirking when he spotted you across the lot already running toward him.

You jumped straight into his open arms, being fully enveloped by him burying your head into his chest. It was like you could finally breathe for the first time in months.

“It's finally over?” You spoke timidly, holding tight as if he might be wrenched from your grasp.

“It's over.” A simple but all-encompassing answer; both free to live the lives you want.

“So, where to handsome?” Starting the car and looking over to him.

“Well, I thought we could make a stopover in Scandia.”

You quirked an eyebrow his way.

“Uh… My sister, Nadine, well Dot reached out to me a couple of days ago. Thought we might swing by.” He smiled and shrugged.

“You have a sister?”

“Yeah. Well, she was also my stepmom. Long story.” He chuckled.

“Gator, what the hell?” Rushing out with a look of abject horror on your face.

“Bunny, it's not what you think. I can tell you all about it on the way. She's expecting us for supper.” He leaned over, kissing your cheek.

“God, your family is more fucked up than I thought.” Pulling out of your spot and getting onto the highway.

He grasped your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Yeah, but you still agreed to marry me.” He grinned.

“I haven't agreed to shit. You still have to ask.” Giving him a smirk in return but admiring the ring proudly situated on your left hand. You wouldn't trade him for the world.

You'd gone through literal hell, and you weren't about to let him go now. It didn't matter where the two of you ended up as long as you were together.

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