Wait wait wait. To tell apart the different lines of the chicks (I assume), you put the eggs in little mesh baggies?! Like for fruit???!!!! Please please please post a picture of the bags of freshly picked quail chicks, that is a very funny mental image and I’d like to see it for real
Freshly peeled quails
(also, again, they are way more comfy and relaxed in the bags than out of them. They just snooze quietly until they are gently poured forth into a tagging bin for me to band and put in the brooder)
hi there!! may you write a fic based off of the OC trying to wash her hair but needs help. so, she calls tyriq in to help her. BUT, tyriq has been in a freaky mood damn near all day. and it turns into a smut 🤪🤪.PS, if possible, can you make it bathroom mirror smut
wash day ❥ tyriq withers
PAIRING: tyriq withers x black!fem!reader
SUMMARY: inspired by this TikTok + in which your scheduled wash day takes a turn when Tyriq’s suddenly in heat. 🩷
“Tyriq Leshon, if you hump me one more time, i’m gonna fight you.” you warned, a small laugh slipping from you, as you turned your head a little and cut your eyes towards him, glaring at him while he continued scrubbing your scalp with shampoo-ridden fingers.
“i ain’t even did nothin’, bae, what you mean?” Tyriq lied through his teeth, a wide knowing grin spreading across his face, as you smacked your lips and suddenly swung out your arm to hit him, making him let out a yelp and quickly shift to dodge your hit, “okay, okay, chill!”
“then stop humpin’ me!” you laughed as you lowered your arm back to its previous position and shut your eyes so you wouldn’t get shampoo in them, “you had all week to feel up on me and now that i want you to wash my hair, you wanna play games.”
after having such a hectic week with an overly busy schedule, you decided that Saturday would be your self-care day and that you’d wash your hair since it had been a little while since your last wash and you figured your scalp needed some TLC.
you were initially going to wash your hair yourself like you’ve always done since you were old enough to fully understand how to properly take care of your hair, but Tyriq offered to give you a hand, so you accepted his help without thinking much of it — until he started getting handsy while washing your hair.
before you had even gotten started, Tyriq was already in one of his moods, but you didn’t think too much of it until you felt his hands linger in places they shouldn’t be — at least, not at that moment — and his hips purposely rub against your ass every time he moved behind you. there was this specific glint in his eyes whenever he’d do sly stuff like that and you knew it all too well, but you needed your hair washed before having your legs spread and your pussy slick.
“what can i say? i love feelin’ on my woman,” Tyriq grinned, leaning down to you, as he pressed two kisses against your shoulder and you giggled at the feeling, a smile spreading across your face while you subconsciously leaned into Tyriq’s busy hands in your hair, “plus, you look good, pretty.”
“baby, i’m in a tank top and some pajama shorts, how good could i possibly look?” you chuckled, raising your eyebrows a little, as you felt Tyriq shift to stand behind you for the umpteenth time and you let out a soft ‘tsk’ at feeling him press his hips against yours, your ass flush against his pelvis while he pressed another kiss against your shoulder.
“good enough to eat.” Tyriq murmured against your shoulder, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, as you snorted softly and let out a laugh, shifting your hips back to try and push him away.
“Tyriq, stop playin’ and finish washing my damn hair!”
after enduring much of Tyriq’s salacious banter and antics, he finally finished washing your hair and you were now standing in the bathroom finishing up on blow-drying your hair, making sure your scalp and hair follicles were thoroughly dry like you wanted.
once you were finished with that, you put away your blow-dyer and opted to pull your hair back into a low but loose bun to keep it out of your face, but before you could actually wrap your ponytail holder around your hair, Tyriq popped up in the doorway of the bathroom and stopped you.
“mm-mm. don’t do that,” Tyriq murmured, stepping behind you, as he gently grabbed your hands and lowered them from your hair, causing your hair to fan out and frame the sides of your face, “leave it down. i like it like that.”
your eyebrows raised a little and a small smile crept onto your face as your eyes flickered towards Tyriq through the mirror and you watched him wrap one of his arms around your waist to pull you into him, your back resting against his chest while his pelvis sat against your ass again.
“you still in your lil’ mood, huh?” you chuckled faintly, sitting your ponytail holder down on the counter, as Tyriq hummed lowly in confirmation and leaned down to your shoulder, planting soft kisses along it and inching your hair up a bit to kiss towards the nape of your neck.
“you done with your hair yet?” Tyriq asked, his eyes moving towards yours in the mirror, as he pulled away from your neck and rested his chin on your shoulder instead, his other arm wrapping around your torso and his hand resting underneath your breast, “‘cause i been waitin’ to have you all day and you been duckin’ and dodgin’ me.”
before you could process it, Tyriq had completely stripped your lower half and bent you over the sink, an arch instinctively forming in your back while one of Tyriq’s hands gripped your hip to keep you steady and the other hand held onto his dick to guide it towards your entrance.
the moment the tip slipped inside, your lips parted to exhale a breathy gasp, but before it could fully come out, Tyriq’s hand on your hip moved to wrap around your neck, careful not to snag any of your hair in the midst of his action, and the sound got stuck in your throat.
as his hips slowly pushed forward and his inches filled you to the brim, your eyelashes fluttered and your lips parted further, your jaw going slack as your eyes remained on the mirror to watch Tyriq’s every move, taking note of the way his jaw flexed the deeper his dick slid inside you.
leaning down to you, Tyriq placed his mouth near your ear and gently squeezed the sides of your neck as his other hand shifts to hold onto your hip, “want you to keep them pretty eyes on that mirror for me, mama.”
a moan rose in your throat from his words, but the minute he started the thrust, he completely knocked it out of you, the sound coming out broken and full of need. as you obeyed his orders and kept your eyes on the mirror, Tyriq’s eyes were on you through the mirror, watching the way your breathing stuttered with each roll of his hips and the way your eyebrows slightly furrowed when he’d thrust at a certain angle.
“look at you,” Tyriq murmured, his greenish-blue irises drinking you in, as his thumb slightly pressed into the pulse point in your neck and elicited a whimper from you, “you so pretty, baby. so fuckin’ sexy with your hair down like this…. been thinkin’ about fuckin’ you all day.”
“felt like i was losing my mind not being able to touch you the way i really wanted to, baby. you don’t understand how much i fiend for you,” Tyriq’s hand left your neck and he wrapped his arm around your torso instead to hold you against him as he leaned down and buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing soft yet wet kisses against your melanated skin, “need you so much, pretty girl… need you so fuckin’ bad. God, i love you so much.”
his strokes gradually increased in speed and your eyes rolled back as your hands clutched the countertop, your moans and whimpers echoing off of the bathroom walls while your boyfriend continued digging you out from behind. unbeknownst to you, his hand on your hip was long gone and was now between your thighs, his middle and ring fingers pressing against your clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in quick circles.
a sharp cry fell from your lips at the sensation and the arch in your back deepened as your hips worked almost instinctively to fuck him back, your ass clapping against his pelvis while a furrow formed between your eyebrows and your lips formed into a slight pout.
“T-Tyriiiiq!” you whined out, your walls beginning to spasm around his dick, as you gasped sharply and your jaw dropped, your stomach muscles tightening from your impending orgasm, “oh, fuuuck, baby, i—”
“i know, baby,” Tyriq muttered as he sucked hickeys into your neck and tightened his arm around you, his eyes flickering towards the mirror to watch your facial expressions, “cum for me, pretty girl. keep fuckin’ me back and cum on this dick, it’s all yours to have.”
a desperate whine fell from your mouth as your hips starts working overtime, your movements quickening and becoming just as needy as you were to cum. suddenly, your grip profusely tightened on the counter and you harshly thrusted your hips back one last time before your climax came crashing down on you, a loud cry of Tyriq’s name falling from your mouth while your pussy clenched firmly around his dick.
“fuck, just like that, baby. love it when i feel this good ass pussy hug my dick like that. gimme’ one more, mama, just one.”
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