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xsapphirescrollsx · 3 years ago

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Heatwave

Happy Birthday wifey, @titty-teetee. I know it’s a bit early, but I hope this gift will brighten up the day some.

Pairing: Black!reader x Dark!Alpha Syverson

“It’s hot as fuck out here,” you groaned.

You picked up the tea glass and placed it against your temple. Drops of condensation rolled down the glass and mixed with the sweat sitting on your skin.

“‘Hotter than a pig in a sausage factory,” Betty giggled.

You huffed out a slightly bemused cackle. “There’s a chicken out here somewhere laying hard-boiled eggs.”

Both women chuckled while the humid air blanketed the bare skin of their legs, arms, and faces. Saturday morning laziness with your friend turned into spiked ice-cold drinks by the afternoon. Naturally, with nothing much to do, the invitation to a bbq was brought up. You were already groaning inside silently at the inconvenience of it all. The insects that late-night porch lights drew in, the wafting of grill smoke, and the greasy-looking guys with loud months and poor social skills.

Betty insisted and you obliged. You sat with her waiting for the ride to said party while staying in the afternoon shade of the veranda. Once a cold drink, now watery, was placed back to your side as you leaned against a pillar.

“I hope at least Teddy doesn’t burn the burgers this time,” you groused.

Betty gazed at you out the side of her eyes. “Like you give a damn about his burgers. The man’s got an ass that could break bricks. We’re just there to watch him cook,” and then she took a long swallow of her drink.

You could hear the thumping before you saw the car. Heavy bass pounded the air around your ears as over the hill at the end of the street a pea-green four-door car came kicking up dirt on the gravel road. Soon after the friends of Betty came to a skidding stop in front of your house you were in the back seat. The windows were down as you glance over at Betty sitting next to you. She was singing along, her hands around her mouth as she shouted the words of the chorus. You want to join too but you reside to amused observation and try to enjoy the illusion of cooling off in the hot gusts of air that circles throughout the car.

The houses of the small town are left behind the further you drive. Replaced by hyper green mesquite trees, wild grass, and barbed wire fences the sun makes its final goodbyes under the sweltering horizon. When the car arrived at a worn-out pavilion, this place was surrounded by cars, tall trucks, short ones, and even vans. It was a gathering you hadn’t anticipated.

Before the car even stopped you could smell the food, hear the music, and the dispersed chatter among the crowd. It wasn’t long before you found yourself alone. Betty had broken off with a man holding a baggy and a sixer. You hadn’t really recognized this crew, there were maybe two or three familiar faces from past get-togethers. Most of them appeared decent enough with sharing their food with the locals. But nonetheless, you couldn’t help but feel out of place. So you sat on a cement bench under strung-up white Christmas lights, once again silently watching the party swell and ease as small groups of two or three circled different barbeque pits.

“I reckon you could use something to eat and a drink?” said a man’s voice.

A man with a thick beard and wild wavy dark hair plopped down beside you. Under the soft glow, you caught beads of sweat running down the side of his face and get lost in the dense growth.

You looked from the unopened beer he held out, then back to him, “I think you could use that yourself.”

The man’s lips creased-up with a nod and handed it to you anyway.

“Ya but lady’s first,” he said. The chilled, wet from the cooler he plucked it from, stayed within his fingers.

You conceded and took it from him with a thankful half-grin.

“My name is Sloan, but folks call me Sy,” he said quietly.

You told him your name, twisted off the cap, and pulled a long drink off the beer. At the same time, your senses pick up in a shift in the wind. The thinness of cool air swept over your skin and was gone just as quickly. Once again the layers of humidity, heat, and smoke returned only now something was different.

You drank deeply again, pondering what an odd sensation that was, and turned to Sy - and wondered if he too felt it. He was watching you, well he was looking at your body, your legs, your hips. The smell of him near reminded you of something from your past, but the memory was no longer there.

You catch his eyes with yours, he doesn’t try to hide what he was doing before. Sy stood, and held out a hand to you, “Want something to eat? My pit is over there, it’s got the best smoked steak around.”

This stranger, the man, you had rarely seen him at these gatherings. If had appeared nice enough. Though your experience in observing him was neither here nor there really. And now, he was asking after you.

He stood up, his eyes still turned down at you, and held out a firm hand. “What’d ya say?” he asked with a side ways grin.

You slightly shrugged while leaving your half-drank beer on the bench then took his hand and let him guide you across the small pavilion. He let your hand go to shake a man’s hand while humble bragging about the rings he achieved on a brisket. Still, you followed him off the paved surface, onto dirt and gravel to a space nestled in the darkened mesquite trees. A 90’s looking travel trailer hooked to a pickup curved around the staging area where Sy did his work. The only light you saw was that seemed to stream from the edge of the trailer to a pole near the pit.

Wondering near the well-seasoned black pit, the smell of smoked beef, jalapeno peppers, and bacon lingered in the air.

“It’s all done sweetheart, take what you want.” he offered and handed you a paper plate.

You wanted to sample everything laid on the grill. But what caught your attention was a tin baking dish with pastry on top.

“What’s that?” you asked.

Sy stood near you, his warm arm touched yours as he began to dig a spoon into it. “That’s my secret recipe apple cobbler,” he said lightly.

He put a small pile on your plate, you grabbed a plastic fork and then dug in. You swayed as you ate, the sweet dessert hit your tongue and you were in heaven. Humming at the flavor, you gave him a delightful smile.

“Last time you were around these parts, I overheard it was your favorite,” he said as he closed the lid.

Eyebrows raised as you chewed, you nodded sluggishly. Sy stepped to the side of the pit, threw a long hand towel over his shoulder, and asked through a disarming grin, “Does it disappoint?”

You didn’t give him much but another nod. Turning on your heel you started to walk away toward a rickety plastic chair to enjoy the food when something rolled over your body. Tiredness didn’t describe it. The feeling slithered through your nerves and shredded your ability to keep your eyes open, to walk, to stand.

And just when panic started to set in, the plate and fork slipped from your hands and you felt an arm around your body and the world went dark.

Wide-eyed and surprised you tried to move your arms but couldn’t. You felt softness beneath you but above laid Sy. Covered in sweat that collected into a few droplets that fell onto your body as he shifted between your legs.

It was then you realized he was naked and so were you. The smell was back, a thick heavy fragrance that wasn’t off-putting. In fact, it was intoxicating. Inadvertently your hips moved into his.

Finally, the bore-down aggressive glare he was giving you broke as he smiled down at you.

“I knew you were the one,” he whispered. Sy leaned in toward your lips and licked. He pecked them soon afterward even after you tried to turn your head. But his arms remained pressing in on yours at the sides of your body while his hands held you still.

He licked your mouth again and then pressed his lips into yours, forcing your mouth open with his tongue and tasted every part of your mouth. He groaned that turned into a growl and reverberated into his chest. The sensation prickled your skin igniting goose bumps down your body.

You were slick by then, against your will but wet nonetheless, and slowly you felt him enter. His lips were still on yours, his beating heart thumped against your chest as he relentlessly stroked inside of you.

During the tussle of his impacts, you managed to wiggle an arm free. You pushed on his chest, but he was like concrete underneath your palm. Unmovable and solid he didn’t budge, instead, his hand coasted down your face to your wrist and pulled up to his other hand above your head.

“This isn’t right,” you shook as you spoke and tried to pull away. “I don’t want this, I-”

Sy’s nose hovered over your ear as he forced a turn to your head with just a nudge from his forehead. “I’m in you now,” his breathing came in fast bursts as he spoke. “I’ll always be in you and if that ain’t right-”

He buried himself in deeper, “-then I don’t know what is.”

“You drugged me.”

Sy mumbled a curse, he lifted his head and closed his eyes in pleasure. “Take my knot.”

You didn’t understand.

He felt wider, the pain of him pushing himself to the hilt had you trying to pull your legs together. He kept going with every thrust the ache of stretching around him made you whine and whimper for him to stop.

This sick hillbilly fuck was going to kill, you thought.

“Take my knot!” he hissed.

The blood-curdling holler bellowed from your throat and was swiftly smacked back down as his hand folded over your mouth. Whatever it was he pushed it entirely within, you felt it pulse when he stopped moving. You stared up at him. Sy’s eyes met yours with an expression of ultimate gratification. Eyes wide, a stupid toothy smile spread wide which broke with each pulse into climatic surprise.

Again you tried to release your limbs and struggle against his grip but he felt even stronger now. He held you still, tight against him as his lips stayed above his knuckles that continued to cover your mouth.

“I’m breeding you for mine,” he snapped. “- be still sweetheart-” and scolded you.

Anger flashed across his eyes, “I don’t know if I can control not hurting you.”

His grip on your wrist tightened, and his mouth fell open as he pushed more inside you. Pressing his pelvis, the pulses came faster. Agonizing minutes passed while he stayed sunk inside you. And without warning, he began to pull himself from your body.

He breathed out hard and slumped over you. His entire mass laid on you in a suffocating pile of sweat and muscle. You were in shock that you didn’t feel his other hand release and replace it with something harder. It wasn’t until you heard a click that your mind came back to this dark room.

His hand slid off your mouth to above you and felt another cold piece of metal click on your other wrist.

Sy sat up between your legs, head tilted up to the ceiling of the trailer his hands gently stroked your thighs.

He sighed roughly through his lips and then cracked a smile.

“I told the fellas this was a great area to find mates,” he let out another exhilarated sigh. His head and eyes fell back down to you.

Too terrified to talk back you listened while subtly pulling on whatever he attached around your wrists.

“We’ll have to do this a few more times,” he said to you, but his eyes shifted to the only window as he turned his toward it in thought. The only light, from the bulb near the pit outside, brightened his features.

“But I doubt’ll I have to, you smell fertile as hell,” he continued. “The pack’ll pull up stakes tonight so we are back home soon.”

“You’re my mate,” His head slowly turned back toward you as he spoke, “Mine.”

He put his hand on his bare sweaty chest just over his heart, “And soon you’ll be my wife.”

#dark!alpha syverson #dark!syverson #black!reader x dark!#black!reader

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clementeoustories · 4 years ago

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How Alpha Grill transitioned from a food truck to a restaurant during a pandemic

Alpha Grill owner Frank Willis taking a photo with one of his best sellers, the smoked catfish gumbo, Oct. 27, 2020. Credit: Alpha Grill Facebook Page.

Alpha Grill is a family-owned barbeque joint located in Tulsa that made the successful transition from a food truck to a restaurant during a pandemic.

Owner Frank Willis said his passion of cooking gave him the confidence to start his business with his wife Quinta Willis and son Deivon Willis.

“I was working jobs and getting laid off,” Frank Willis said. “We didn’t have no good barbeque here so I decided to start Alpha Grill.”

All three specialize in their own roles. Frank Willis is the owner and chef, Quinta Willis handles customers and Deivon Willis smokes one of their more popular items, the ribs.

“My specialty is the ribs,” Deivon Willis said. “It’s not too tender and not too tough.”

As their website states, Alpha Grill is “BBQ with a twist” as they mix traditional barbeque with Mexican, Caribbean and Cajun ingredients.

Frank Willis said he started this business as a dream to be creative with his cooking.

“I try to take barbeque and see how far I can bend it without breaking anything,” Frank Willis said. “It’s more of a Southern style with a twist and the twist is just being very creative and innovative.”

Alpha Grill opened as a food truck in 2016 but eventually transitioned into a restaurant.

“That wasn’t in the vision and then all of a sudden it just started getting bigger and we started outgrowing the trailer and got a restaurant,” Frank Willis said.

The Willis family opened their restaurant on March 31, 14 days after Tulsa Mayor G.T. Bynum issued an executive order where restaurants would be limited to serve just take-out orders due to COVID-19.

Quinta Willis said she thinks Alpha Grill has actually benefited from the restrictions.

“We were able to sell a lot of our bigger meals because a lot of people were stuck in the house,” Quinta Willis said.

The Willis family are believers in giving back to others and they do so by feeding the homeless at the end of each day.

“I always make sure they have something to eat,” Quinta Willis said. “We want to help and take care of the community we’re in.”

Frank Willis said he prides himself for his excellent service by making Alpha Grill feel like a home away from home.

Customers like Giovanni Garcia said he can see how Alpha Grill has been successful over the years.

“The atmosphere is very friendly and welcoming,” Garcia said. “Local businesses like these always have the best people and the best food.”

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