#this is a test recipe so feel free to make adjustments

[threewaysdivided]

Chocolate Sapote Pie

Hey 3WD, why are you making a vegan, gluten-free, no-processed-sugar dessert?  Well, you see, I have friends with many, many allergies and felt like a challenge.

This recipe is an experiment with Black Sapote (also called Chocolate Pudding Fruit) – a seasonal persimmon relative that’s high in Vitamin C and has a pudding-like flesh with mild chocolate and caramel notes.  While limited availability of Sapotes means it’s not as accessible as something like Chocolate Avocado Pie, it’s a fun thing to play with if you like poking around with the weird fruit section of produce markets (as a bonus, Black Sapotes were selling for $1-2 per fruit both times I visited).

Let's get cooking:

Kitchen equipment

Blender/food processor

Beaters (hand-crank or electric)

20cm (8 inch) springform cake tin

Baking/ Greaseproof paper

Fridge & Oven

Fine mesh sieve (or tea strainer)

Mixing bowls, spatula, knives, spoons etc.

Prep-time

Bench work: approx. 40 minutes

Oven time: approx. 30 minutes

Cooling time: approx. 2-3 hours (minimum)

Coconut cream chill time:  12 hours (minimum)*

*Coconut cream needs to be refrigerated for 12 hours in order to separate properly before whipping.  Put your cream in the fridge the night before.

Ingredients

Pie crust

300g (10.5 Oz) pecans

4 large medjool dates (seeds removed, roughly chopped)

1 tsp salt

4 tbsp (approx. 60g/ 2 Oz) margarine, melted

Filling

2 large, ripe Black Sapotes*

1/2 cup (125mL) cocoa powder

4 large medjool dates (seeds removed, roughly chopped)

1/2 tsp salt

1 tsp espresso powder

1 tsp vanilla extract

*Black Sapotes are ripe when the skin has darkened to a dull green-brown and the fruit is very soft to the touch (it will look and feel over-ripe).

Topping

One 400mL (13.5 Fl Oz) can high-quality full-fat coconut cream*

1/2 tsp salt

1 tsp vanilla extract

Approx. 80g (3 Oz) pecans, toasted** and crumbled

Cocoa powder for dusting

*Use a premium quality coconut cream – the difference in price is very small and cheaper creams may not separate properly, which will stop them from whipping up. **Toast pecans by baking in a preheated 140°C/248°F (fan forced) oven for 15-30 minutes until done to your liking. 

Instructions

Pie crust (Inspiration recipe)

Preheat oven to 180°C/350°F (fan forced).

Line the base and sides of the spring form pan with baking paper.  (Try to minimise wrinkles/folds in the paper lining – this will make it easier to remove the crust later.)

Place chopped dates, pecans and salt into a blender.  Blend until the mixture has the texture of breadcrumbs/ almond meal.

Stream in melted margarine and blend until completely combined (crumbs should stick together when pressed)

Press mixture into a firm, even layer across the base and up the sides of the spring form tin, using clean hands or the back of a spoon to smooth down.

Bake for 10-12 minutes or until the crust begins to brown.  (Watch closely after the 8-minute mark to prevent burning).

Remove from oven. If the crust has puffed up, press back down using the back of a spoon. (Tip: use a toothpick or fork to gently pop any large air-pockets in the base.)

Cool on a wire rack or heat-safe cutting board until the crust reaches room temperature.

Filling (Inspiration recipe)

Preheat oven to 180°C/350°F (fan forced).

Cut open the Black Sapotes.  Remove the seeds and scoop/scrape the flesh out with a spoon. (Note: because Black Sapote skin is very thin and soft when ripe, it cannot be traditionally peeled.)

Transfer one quarter of the fruit flesh to a blender, along with the chopped dates.  Process until completely smooth.

Transfer the sweetened sapote mixture into a bowl alongside the remaining sapote flesh.  Mix until completely combined (use your spoon or spatula to break down any lumps or fibers in the fruit flesh).

Fold in the cocoa powder, expresso powder, vanilla and salt until completely combined.  Taste for flavouring and adjust with more cocoa/vanilla/espresso/salt as desired.  (Note:  adding cocoa will increase the bitterness of the filling alongside the chocolate-y flavour.  This can be hard to counteract without adding sugar or blending in more dates so be careful how much you add at once.)

Transfer filling into your pre-prepared pecan crust.  Smooth the top with a spoon or spatula.

Bake for 20 minutes or until the filling is lightly firm to the touch.

Cool completely on a wire rack or heat-safe cutting board, then cover and transfer to the fridge until chilled through.

Cream Topping (Inspiration recipe)

Chill coconut cream for at least 12 hours.

Remove coconut cream from the fridge (Note:  DO NOT Shake).

Use a spoon to scoop out the thick cream that has risen to the top, leaving the watery parts behind.  (The more water is in your cream, the less firmly it will whip).  Transfer the thick cream to a bowl.  (Tip: have an extra jar of chilled cream on hand in case the cream yield from the first tin is low)

Add the vanilla and salt to the cream. Stir through, then taste test and adjust the vanilla/salt as needed. (Note: Like with plain dairy cream, this should taste more neutral than sweet).

Beat your cream, starting on a slow speed.  Gradually increase speed until whipped to thick, semi-stiff peaks. (Tip: if your cream is very soft to start with, try covering and chilling in the refrigerator to help it firm up.)

Remove the chilled sapote tart from the spring form pan. (Optional:  If the sides of your pecan crust are much taller than your filling, you can use a pair of clean, sharp kitchen scissors to trim it down.  Use a clean hand to shield the pie filling from any falling crust-crumbs).

Spoon the whipped cream onto the sapote filling, using the back of the spoon to make decorative swirls.  (Optional: use a piping bag with a decorative nozzle for a fancier top).

Sprinkle the cream with crumbled pecans.  Dust with cocoa powder using a fine sieve or tea-strainer.  (Note: Add the nuts first - otherwise the cocoa powder will prevent them from sticking to the cream, causing them to roll everywhere when the pie is cut).

Return to the fridge until the coconut cream is completely chilled.

Serve.

[vampiretendencies]

what about canon!rafe cameron x wife!reader married life?

warnings; fluff, suggestive maybe, mention of kids

pairing; canon!rafe x fem!wife!reader

authors note; did this in the form of mini headcanons cause it’s too the point of what married life would be like in my opinion. hope you like it!

canon!rafe who obsesses over wife!reader, nearly a thousand times a day. he can’t fathom being married to a lover such as you.

canon!rafe who has his wife’s ring polished and cleaned once a month so that anyone who sees your hand sees the big ass rock on your finger. showy, sharp, karat wrapped, and more reflective everytime. as well as paying for your nails because, along with the ring comes sensational nails. and he loves for you to scratch along his back in longing for him, whilst it also soothes his worries away.

“d’you wanna pick the color this time?”

“you’d look pretty with any color princess.”

canon!rafe who insists on taking a warm bath with his wife every night. pressing plentiful kisses to your neck, having you lean against his soap clad chest. he desired to draw shapes on your skin, or making you guess the word he just wrote with his finger tip on your back. after a long day at work, being wrapped in all that his wife has to offer is absolutely beguiling. to be so engulfed inside of his wife had to be his favorite part of the night.

canon!rafe who cooks dinner when he’s home early or if he’s off. if he finds a new recipe and he thinks it’s something you’ll like he’s going to cook is. always getting you to come and test out the recipe. it was something so sensual about the way he’d curl his index finger under your chin, to tilt your head slightly, allowing your lips to purse around the spoon. swallowing down whatever it was he prepared, and he seemingly did so in excellence every time.

“good princess?”

“s’so good rafe!”

canon!rafe who’s been late to work a few times watching his wife get ready in the morning. there’s something so satisfying about watching you enhance your beauty that he can’t quite pinpoint. but maybe it’s the domestic feel— the feel of your life having a plan, having a routine alongside someone so unspeakably alluring. but there’s a downside also, he can’t smoother your face in kisses after, so he settles for peppering them to your neck. not as good in his opinion, but it’s still you under his touch.

“coming by for lunch my love?”

“wouldn’t miss it.”

canon!rafe who is ready for kids but he wants to embellish and continue discovering the undiscovered about his wife. it would be a complete 360 but he’d be willing to adjust as long as it’s with you. small versions of him decorating his life with adoration, and he can’t wait for that day.

“i want 3 boys.”

“3?!!”

canon!rafe who was adamant on every square inch of his office being decorated in you. from the picture of you kissing his cheek on his desk to the one of you asleep as his laptop background. because he dares someone to look his wife’s way, or breathe in her direction— he’s losing it. his wife is his wife for a reason.

canon!rafe who dresses his wife in the latest shoes, purses, etc. the definition of living lavish. but he doesn’t do it to spoil you or anything of the sort. he through and through thought that you deserved it. always leaving little gift bags here and there of whatever he can muster. whether it’s shopping online or sneaking off to a mall. he’s getting it for you.

canon!rafe who purchased a magnet calendar for the refrigerator to plan date nights accordingly. seeing when schedules are free and basing them off that, every date night he tries to top the last one. date nights are at least once a week, because he craves that extra attention once a week. actually it’s more than that, but date night is always the kicker. going out to dinner and then spending the rest of the night in aimless kissing, and uncontrollable touching. the love never seemed to run out.

“couldn’t keep my hands off of you tonight.”

“is it the dress?”

“no it’s you, princess … nobody does it like you.”

[gucciforasushirestaurant]

can i request something fluffy? maybe christmas cookie baking with harry!

Cookies.

summary: baking cookies with H.

word count: 610

reading time: 2min 30sec

content warning: pet names (baby, honey, babe), illusions to trauma around the holidays.

_______________

“Will you please focus?” you giggle. You shimmy away from Harry’s kisses to your neck, as he stands behind you, his flour-covered hands on your waist. “Go back to your station, please!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll be good,” he smirks, kissing the side of your head before taking his spot next to you, and rolling out more cookie dough. “How many more do we have to do?”

“However many we can get with the dough we have left. I overestimated how much the recipe would make.” You pout.

You may have bitten off more than you could chew, with the cookies. The baking part was the easy part, it was the decorating that would take you a while, and the more cookies you made the more you needed to decorate. And everything didn’t need to be perfect…but it had to be close to it because we're set to host Friends-mas this weekend. A test run for when you host Harry’s family on Christmas day. And, oh boy, were you nervous! You wanted to impress, you wanted to be the best host there was. You’ve been a Pinterest fiend for weeks, saving every recipe and DIY that you’ve come across. And when you saw the hand-decorated cookies, Well, you had to buy your own set of cookie cutters and decorating supplies! Your beautifully decorated cookies were planned to be everyone's party favors.

Once half of the cookies were cool enough to decorate and the last half were baking, you began decorating.

“This is the part where I’m useless.” Harry jokes, watching you dye different icings. Harry was the musician, but you were the artist, and he was sure his creations wouldn’t be up to par.

“What? No! I want you to decorate some too.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. these are supposed to be favors from the both of us.” You beam up at him, handing him a piping bag. “Now, do you want to copy me or do you wanna free hand it?”

“I’ll copy yours first until I get the hang of it.”

You went at his pace for the first few cookies, while his hands got adjusted to the piping bag in his hand. And he wasn’t too bad! They didn’t look as crisp as yours did, slightly messy but that’s what made them personal.

“Thank you,” you say quietly into the silence that falls between you. Harry sets his piping bag of icing down, for another color.

“For what, baby?”

“For baking cookies with me,” you say shyly.

“You don’t have to thank me honey, you know I love spending time with you.” He leans over kissing your cheek, and you nudge your hip to his.

“I know. But still, I used to hate this time of year. I never got to bake cookies or make a gingerbread house,” you let out a sad chuckle. “But now - I don’t know - I enjoy this time of year. It feels so cozy,” you sigh, putting the finishing touches on your cookies. "And I get to bake cookies. With you,” you smile looking over at him, and he pops a dimple.

“I love you.” Harry blurts, and you can't hold back the giggle.

“I love you too.” You look down at your work. 40 cookies it turned out. Way too many, but they all turned out adorable. “Well, we did it, baby. Yours doesn't look bad at all! You can barely tell who did what?"

“You are an adorable liar baby.” He chuckles, picking up one of his first cookies that looked a little rough around the edges, and taking a bite.

“You tried your best,” you admit with a soft smile.

🎄🎄🎄

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adventures in gluten-free baking cont'd

so I'm attempting to make a gluten-free challah  from a cookbook that uses as it base flour a 2 –1–1 brown rice/sweet white rice/tapioca starch mix.

 I measured everything out with a very nice scale that did tenths of a gram. they had me start out with 130 g of base flour mix +75 more of sweet white rice flour +60 more of tapioca starch so approximately 265 g of flour at the outset.  plus itty-bitty amounts of assorted thickeners.

I was about 3% over on my egg grammage, but eggs aren't exact and I figured better over 3% than under like 20% which is what an egg less would've been.

so I knew I was slightly over on egg and was prepared to add a little more flour. except. It needed. A lot more flour.

I was supposed to have 40 g of flour for my hands and the kneading surface; I prepped 60 instead to counterbalance the eggs and it was an incredible gooey mess

so, my hands covered in "dough," I had @stariceling make me up another 60 g. And then another 100. And then another 100. and on the last batch, it finally started to behave like dough.

 so I essentially had to double the amount of flour and I didn't double the amount of thickeners because I didn't realize as we were going how much we were adding and at the end it was a little late to add in a quarter teaspoon of pectin xanthan, guar, etc.

 so I'm really fucking curious how it's gonna rise and if it's going to hold together when it bakes  how much I need to adjust the cook time for the fact that it's probably something like 160% of its original intended mass? 

And I'm wondering – like I reread the recipe in detail I did not screw up my original measurements, is it possible the book author had originally made a larger batch, and downsized the recipe incompletely?  like thinking about it I think they used about twice as many eggs as I usually use for wheat-based challah?

but I'm feeling so paranoid about this, because I had almost the exact same thing happen with a spelt bread recipe last month that was not even gluten-free spelt has gluten! Like how are my flour to liquid ratios so off? Is there something I'm supposed to be doing in the kneading process that would make everything thicken up right? this book said, use a dough hook, I stuck it in the KitchenAid with the dough hook.  and it got shiny and elastic, but it did not get ungooey. 

pictures and taste test later 

eta: found this link that talks about adjusting baking time for different size loaves. by my estimate we're nearly at 3lbs so I'm gonna try an hour (and the original recipe called for 45 min so that tracks).

[sweethoneyrose83]

Can we have a Glamrock Bonnie Slurpee?

 Glamrock Bonnie Slurpee

 Ingredients: - 1 cup of frozen blueberries  - 1 ripe banana - 1/2 cup of vanilla yogurt - 1/2 cup of coconut water or pineapple juice - 1 tablespoon of honey  - Ice cubes 

 Instructions: 1. Preparation: Wash the blueberries and peel the banana.

2. Blend: In a blender, combine the frozen blueberries, banana, vanilla yogurt, coconut water (or pineapple juice), and honey (if using). Blend until smooth.

3. Taste Test: Taste the mixture and adjust sweetness or consistency as desired by adding more honey or liquid.

4. Serve Pour the Glamrock Bonnie Slurpee into glasses. Optionally, you can add a few ice cubes to make it colder and thicker.

5. Garnish (Optional): For added flair, you can garnish the slurpee with a small blueberry or a slice of banana on the rim of the glass.

6. Enjoy: Serve immediately and enjoy your Glamrock Bonnie Slurpee!

Feel free to customize this recipe further based on your preferences or if you want to add any additional flavors that you think would complement do so.  Enjoy your refreshing Glamrock Bonnie Slurpee!

[adventurecatsineorzea]

Newt's homemade hot coco (with photos)

Delicious™ hot coco recipe for everyone

You will need:

One pot

One whisk

One big ass chopping knife

One cutting board

One mug

Milk of your choice

2 squares of your preferred chocolate. I personally go with lindt 70% dark chocolate, but you can go with whatever here. You may want to adjust ratios of things if you use a different chocolate however.

Optional: paper towels. chopping on top of these makes it easier to move everything to the pan.

Cinnamon. It tastes good but I don't usually use it. You may like it!

Whipped cream is technically optional but I find it balanced the 70% choco I use perfectly so I personally require it, but you may not want it!

Optional: extra square of chocolate.

Step one: Measure your milk!

You don't need anything fancy for this. I legit just pour out some milk into my mug, check if it's enough and then dump it into the pot. Once you've got the milk measured in your mug, do that. Put it into the pot. Turn the stove on, set to low-medium heat. Keep an eye on it as you move to step two.

Step two: chop your chocolate.

The easiest way to do this without chocolate flying everywhere is to grab that big ass knife, set it on top of a square and then while pressing down rock it back and forth. Make sure you chop it as fine as you can. The smaller it is, the faster and more evenly it melts. Larger pieces take longer and risk scorching the milk.

Step three: WHISK!

If you chopped it nice and small it typically takes about 3-5 minutes to melt and be ready to take off the heat. Just spend that time whisking. This is also the point to add cinnamon and whisk that in if you're adding it. I'd also suggest taking a spoon and doing a taste test. If you're using a bitter chocolate, you can add a spoonful of sugar, whisk it in and taste it again. Feel free to experiment with cinnamon and sugar to find the perfect ratios.

It's science but also art and there's no wrong answers here.

Step four: It's done!

Take the pot off the stove and pour it into the mug. We're almost to the finish line. Now that it's in the mug, you can add the finishing touches. See the whipped cream (presumably you've decided to use it)? Add it! If you're like me, you can also chop up that extra square from earlier and then pour it on top of the whipped cream for a nice grated chocolate topping.

(I didn't add chocolate topping this time because I was being lazy but it's always good when I do.)

[pet-foods-care]

How to Make Delicious Country Fried Chicken Texas Roadhouse Style

If you're a fan of classic Southern comfort food, then you've probably heard of Texas Roadhouse and their mouthwatering country fried chicken. This iconic dish is beloved for its crispy coating and juicy, tender chicken. The good news is, you can recreate this delicious meal at home with just a few simple ingredients and steps. In this article, we'll walk you through the process of making Texas Roadhouse-style country fried chicken that will have your taste buds singing.

Ingredients:

4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts

2 cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon black pepper

1 teaspoon paprika

1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

1/2 teaspoon onion powder

1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper (optional for extra heat)

2 eggs

1/4 cup milk

Vegetable oil for frying

Instructions:        

Prepare the Chicken: Start by pounding the chicken breasts to an even thickness of about 1/2 inch. This will help the chicken cook evenly and make it tender. Season the chicken with salt and pepper on both sides.

Create the Breading Mixture: In a shallow dish, mix together the flour, salt, pepper, paprika, garlic powder, onion powder, and cayenne pepper (if using). This flavorful blend of spices will give your chicken that signature Texas Roadhouse taste.

Dip and Coat: In another shallow dish, whisk together the eggs and milk to create an egg wash. Dip each seasoned chicken breast into the egg wash, then dredge it in the seasoned flour mixture, making sure to coat the chicken thoroughly.

Fry the Chicken: Heat about 1/2 inch of vegetable oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Once the oil is hot, carefully add the breaded chicken breasts to the skillet, being careful not to overcrowd the pan. Fry the chicken for about 5-6 minutes on each side, or until golden brown and cooked through.

Serve and Enjoy: Once the chicken is cooked to perfection, transfer it to a paper towel-lined plate to drain any excess oil. Serve your homemade Texas Roadhouse country fried chicken hot and crispy, alongside your favorite sides like mashed potatoes, gravy, and coleslaw.

Tips for Success:

Make sure your oil is hot enough before adding the chicken to the skillet. You can test the temperature by dropping a small piece of breading into the oil – it should sizzle and float to the surface.

Don't overcrowd the pan when frying the chicken. This will ensure that each piece cooks evenly and gets crispy.

If you prefer a spicier kick, feel free to adjust the amount of cayenne pepper in the breading mixture to suit your taste.

With this easy-to-follow recipe, you can enjoy the delicious taste of Texas Roadhouse country fried chicken in the comfort of your own home. So gather your ingredients, roll up your sleeves, and get ready to impress your family and friends with this Southern-inspired dish. Happy cooking!

[edmturnmeon]

Kodak Ultramax Film Recipe For Fujifilm Cameras

Kodak Ultramax 400 Inspired Film-Look Recipe for Portraits & Streets

Mood: Color Pop, Vintage, Warm Greetings everyone! I hope you are all doing well. As you may know, it has been some time now since I released a new film recipe, but wait no further because I am excited to bring you my latest creation! I proudly present to you the all-new, Kodak Ultramax film recipe, finely crafted for your Fujifilm cameras! Inspired by the Kodak Ultramax 400 film stock, this recipe is the result of countless hours of experimentation, with the aim of bringing out the best tones and colors in your photos.I am confident that this recipe will surpass your expectations and elevate your photography to new heights. Trust me, you don't want to miss out on this one! So without further ado, let's get snap-happy and capture some amazing memories with this phenomenal film recipe.

Understanding the Kodak Ultramax Film Recipe

Kodak Ultramax 400 is a popular film stock widely used by photographers for its vibrant colors and fine grain. It captures the essence of any scene with a classic look that's perfect for travel and casual shoots. If you're a fan of Kodak Ultramax 400 film stock, you'll love this recipe. The recipe is based on the Classic Negative film simulation and has taken more time to create. It closely mimics the color palette and texture of Kodak Ultramax 400 film, allowing you to achieve a similar look on your digital camera.Although it's not 100% I'm sure you'll enjoy shooting with this version of Kodak Ultramax film recipe. With this recipe, you can recreate the same nostalgic feel of the film without the hassle of developing and scanning your negatives.This carefully crafted recipe has been refined over time through meticulous tweaking and testing. It boasts a simple yet effective design that ensures optimal performance when you need it most. Specifically, this film is ideal for use on sunny days when the sun is particularly strong. With this recipe, you can rest assured that your photos will be crisp and clear, capturing every detail and nuance of the scene before you.Whether your passion is landscape photography, portraiture, or something in between, the Kodak Ultramax Film recipe is sure to help you achieve stunning results that you'll be proud to share and admire for years to come.From my observation, I have found that the recipe tends to work effectively when dealing with overexposed images. However, it is crucial to ensure that you are monitoring your highlights for any instance of clipping. By doing so, you can guarantee that your final outcome will be of the highest quality possible.

Experimental with Spot Metering

Fujifilm X-T4, Fujinon XF35mm F2 R WR To yield some different results with the Ultramax film recipe, you can try to adjust the metering mode from Single Point to Spot Metering on sunny days. By doing this, you'll definitely get a different look that is pretty identical to the original film stock. The results are simply amazing and you'll be surprised with the outcome. Make sure you try both settings and see which option is the best for you.It's a wonderful way to enhance your photography skills and achieve different types of creative looks for your pictures. Feel free to experiment with this technique on your next sunny day photoshoot!

Kodak Ultramax Film Recipe for Fujifilm Cameras

In summary, creating a recipe for a film stock is not an easy task, but this one has been perfected to resemble the Kodak Ultramax 400 film, and it's a great way to elevate your photography game. Some of my Fujifilm recipes are incredibly versatile and can be used with all Fujifilm cameras that feature the Classic Negative film simulation.It is an excellent resource for any photographer looking to take their photography to the next level and achieve stunning results in every shot. With this recipe, you can elevate your craft and produce imagery that captures the essence of Kodak Ultramax 400 film.I love to shoot and experiment with film stocks, you can check out some of the Kodak Ultramax 400 film sample photos. Does it look identical to this film recipe? Hope you have a great and and remember to stay safe and happy shooting!

Kodak Ultramax 400 Film Recipe Custom Settings

Film Simulation Classic Negative Highlight +1 Shadow +1 Color +3 Sharpness -1 Noise Reduction 0 Grain Effect / Grain Size Strong / Small Color Chrome Effect / FX Blue Strong / Weak WB / Color Temperature Auto, Red 2 & Blue -5 Exposure Compensation Up to +2/3 ISO Auto up to ISO 6400 Clarity 0 Dynamic Range DR200

Sample Photos

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Making the Timemore Chestnut C3 Pro Stepless without Mods

Making the Timemore Chestnut C3 Pro Stepless without Mods A couple of weeks ago I got the Timemore Chestnut C3 Pro, which has been my first real enthusiast grinder (I had a Hario ceramic burr grinder before, which was kind of a PITA). I've been playing around a lot with different grind settings and really dialing in some great V60 as well as Switch recipes. The grinder steps (of which there are 20~ really usable ones) are generally quite good and I don't feel like stepless adjustments are really necessary for anything other than (probably) espresso. That being said, the design of the grinder got me thinking that there's no reason you couldn't make it "stepless". After an afternoon's worth of experimentation, I figured out that you indeed can use it as a stepless grinder pretty reliably without any modifications and the results you get are just as good as when you use the steps. Because of the solid tension in the spring it will hold its setting even when it isn't in a groove.For anyone who wants to get a really high quality hand grinder with fine adjustment capabilities, I'd argue that this grinder is pretty tough to beat at around 100€.TLDR: To get a "half step" (or really any step in between two grooves), you go two steps above your desired grind size. For example, if you want to hit 7.5 (which is in between the recommended 7-8 clicks for espresso), you would actually set it to 9.5.The test results:Stepless Espresso grinds mixed with stepped ones, sorted by my estimate of smallest to biggest grindVideo of the same grinds, espresso-ish sizes onlyVideo showing some more dramatic differencesBased on my estimate that stepless settings need to be +2 to be equivalent to stepped, I compared 15.75 to 14. They seem pretty close, with 15.75 being ever so slightly smaller.Why it works that way:It's pretty simple, really. From top to bottom of the shaft, the grinder works as follows:lid / handlemain part of the shaftwasherspringburranother washer that is designed to align the burr and make sure it doesn't movethe nut which also serves as the grind step adjusterIf you ignore the grind steps, there's absolutely no reason the nut shouldn't be stepless. It's no different than any other nut/bolt combo. That being said, due to the fact that the locking into a grind step results in a slight depression (=coarser), any stepless adjustment in between two steps is going to push the two burrs together ever so slightly which makes a great deal of difference for the end result. Video demonstration. That's why you have to compensate a little bit to really catch those in-between settings.Disclaimers:I would not recommend doing any in-between steps lower than 8. At that point you're getting dangerously close to having the burrs come into contact with each other which is probably bad. It's a free world though, so if you want that cronchy sound and the blissful feeling of destroying your valuable possessions then go for it I guess.Adding on to that last point, before grinding at any half steps I would recommend testing the setting without any beans and listening for any signs of contact. You shouldn't hear anything.From grind to grind, the stepless adjustments held in place supremely well. As far as I could tell it never once shifted on its own. If you were to set it and forget it though it might slip over time. This isn't really limited to quarter step increments either, I was able to cover basically the entire spectrum and even get very close to a step before it would lock in place. But showing 10.2, 10.3, 10.4, 10.5, etc. doesn't make for much excitement.I have only tested this for the C3 Pro and I can't say whether this works on other Timemore grinders. The burrs on my grinder are very well lined up and have basically no wobble/give which makes this possible. YMMV. Submitted December 04, 2022 at 08:21AM by WePrezidentNow https://ift.tt/Yk9XMsU via /r/Coffee

[greysgambling]

Ar cook citrus squeezer

Ar cook citrus squeezer install#

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With this added storage space (and seating!), we were able to forgo upper cabinets for a bright and airy feel. In this space, I prioritized counter space, which was increased by taking out the walls separating the kitchen and living/dining rooms and adding a large island. I don’t like to have to travel very far to get something accomplished in the kitchen. I’m actually a big fan of smaller, thoughtfully laid out kitchen spaces.

Ar cook citrus squeezer free#

I’m obsessed with them, and they make my kitchen the space I want to be in all-day every-day! If you are interested in how skylights might bring some light into your home, definitely check out the free virtual design service from Velux, where one of their consultants can help you reimagine your space.ĭid you lay out the kitchen in any particular way? They also have a sensor that tells them to close automatically when it rains (so important in the Pacific Northwest!).

Ar cook citrus squeezer install#

The skylights even have integrated solar panels on the outside, meaning that they don’t require any wiring to install and operate. This means the skylights can operate on a schedule or automatically when the air in the room gets too hot or stuffy. The skylights really make my dream come true! I could not be happier with natural light all throughout the day, being able to adjust brightness using the light-filtering shades, the fact that they open to provide extra ventilation, and that I can put them on autopilot through the Velux Active system. The install process was super straightforward and completed while our house was getting a new roof (If you want to see the before photos and progress of installing the skylights, check out my highlight on Instagram!). Part of our remodel involved installing a beam so that the walls could be removed, and then installing two skylights running the length of the kitchen to flood it with light. The solar-powered Velux Fresh-Air Skylights! When we bought our house, it had an incredibly dark kitchen space completely enclosed in walls and a suffocating, 7-foot ceiling. I’m happy that it didn’t get the best of us and that I now have a beautiful kitchen to cook in! It was a truly stressful experience that tested us in ways we hadn’t expected, and we often felt like we wouldn’t make it. We had just completed gutting the space when the pandemic started picking up speed, and met many roadblocks over the 9 months it took us to complete the kitchen (like a catastrophic water leak after which we had to take out the kitchen we had just put in, remediate the damage, and rebuild!). When we started this project in January 2020, we had no idea what the year would bring, both for our personal lives, or the world. While we loved being a part of that adventure, we were ready to move closer to town and bought a home with the intention of remodeling the kitchen to serve as a studio for creating recipes, videos, and photographing my work. My husband Noah and I have spent the last 6 years living on my family’s farm. Now that I understand that so many variables that affect my health are actually in my control, I can make better and more empowered decisions going forward. I spent many years being closed off and disconnected to how my body truly felt in an effort to simply get by. How has the AIP changed your life? Simply, it gave me a framework to determine whether or not a food (or anything else!) is supporting my best health, or holding me back. It took me about 3 years to work through the ebbs and flows of the reintroduction process and land on the way I eat today. Over time I was able to tolerate eggs, some gluten-free grains (like rice), and a few nightshades (like potatoes). Have you successfully reintroduced any foods? Yes! My earliest reintroductions were legumes with edible pods, most seed-based spices, and most nuts. How long have you been eating AIP? I first embarked on the elimination phase of AIP 8 years ago, in 2012. Through these interviews, we hope to share how they make it happen across a variety of budgets and living situations, and give the community a wealth of inspiration. That being said, we only promote authors, products, and services that we wholeheartedly stand by!ĪIP Kitchen Tour is a monthly feature in which we profile a member of the AIP community and their kitchen setup in hopes that it will further inspire us to get our kitchens organized and set up for success! We’ve interviewed folks who are making the AIP lifestyle a reality in everything from college dorms and small city apartments, to large households with non-AIP family members, and everything in between. In order to support our blogging activities, we may receive monetary compensation or other types or remuneration for our endorsement, recommendation, testimonial, and/or link to any products or services from this blog.

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Diagnosed With Diabetes? You Need To Read This!

People of all ages, all races, all cultures, and all body types can contract diabetes. It's a disease that attacks your body's ability to regulate blood sugar. It is a problem that can have serious knock-on effects, so it's important to know how to control it. This article is designed to equip you with some very useful information on the subject. Diabetics should increase the amount of fiber in their diet to help lose weight and keep regular. Fiber also has been shown to not raise blood sugar after a meal, so it can fill you up without giving you a sugar spike. There are many fruit and vegetables which have high fiber, so try to include them in your regular meals. Herbal tea is a great drink for diabetics as it contains many wonderful nutrients and can taste so good you don't even think about adding cream or sugar. Be sure to check the ingredients as some manufacturers will add sugar or artificial sweeteners. Diabetics don't have to give up that sweet tooth just because of their condition. There are many websites available that offer sugar-free recipes and ideas for cakes, cookies and other sweet snacks. Grocery and health food stores also have sections especially arranged for sugar-free and diabetic sweets. There is no treatment in the world that is as effective at controlling Diabetes as a good laugh! It lowers your stress levels, makes you FEEL good, and can give you a bit of exercise to boot. Laughter is known to cause great relief in many different conditions, so give it a try. Find out what your blood glucose target levels should be and ensure that you're meeting them. Diabetes control means knowing what you're up against, so keep a journal with your goal numbers listed so you can easily see how well you're doing every day. Once you have your blood glucose under control you'll feel immensely healthier!

Using a log book to record your daily glucose test results can be very helpful in controlling your diabetes. It is important to notice trends in your blood sugar readings, so having a written record can help you look back and see patterns. Taking a written record to your appointments can also help your doctor to make treatment adjustments. Pressure on your feet can cause major damage to a Diabetic, so be sure to buy shoes that are exactly the right size and have cushioning for your feet. There are even special shoes made for Diabetics that have specific features which are of benefit to sensitive feet like yours. To keep stress from elevating your blood sugar, try practicing meditation. Meditation is a quick and easy way to calm yourself down and keep your blood sugar levels stable. If you're feeling irritable or overwhelmed, excuse yourself, sit down, and take a few minutes to meditate. It'll make your diabetes much easier to manage. Many people will tell you that "natural" sugars are safer for your Diabetes than refined sugar. However, sugar is still sugar. My Step-Mother told me I should put honey on my food as it's perfectly fine... wrong! My blood sugar still spiked sky high afterward. Always double check the "medical" advice you receive from family and friends hen it comes to your diabetes. Diabetics who notice that their fingernails and toenails are becoming very thick and even pulling away from the nail bed may actually have a fungal infection. Fungal infections are more common in people with diabetes; diabetes may also make them more likely to suffer liver damage from common anti-fungal medications. If your doctor prescribes an oral medication, be sure to have regular blood work during therapy. If you have diabetes, beware of certain diabetes supplements. People think these supplements will help control their diabetes symptoms when some of them can actually raise blood glucose or insulin levels. A good rule of thumb to follow when you have diabetes is to not take anything unless your doctor has approved it. To keep your insulin resistance from increasing, always eat a good breakfast. Breakfast provides a kickstart to your metabolism that plays a crucial role in helping your body properly process insulin. Grabbing a quick snack instead of a balanced meal will make it hard to keep your blood sugar levels stable throughout the day. Live News 18 Monitor your blood sugar at the same time every day. This helps you to know your body and to better anticipate any change of schedule or any problem. In addition, you can better control your intake of sugar, if you know what your blood level is. Monitoring times should be as regularly as you like. Because diabetes is so common, there are many, many tips out there that will help you live a healthy and well regulated lifestyle with the disease. You should be focusing on staying healthy if you have diabetes, and the tips in the above article can help you out tremendously. Don't neglect to use them.

[jangofctts]

Thing for Trouble (boba fett x fem!reader x din djarin) (part one) (part two) (part three) (part four)

Rated: explicit 18+

word count: 7.6k

warnings: threesome, smut, thigh riding, oral female receiving, handjobs, unprotected sex (dont be a deadbeat, wrap that shCMEAT), light choking, throne fucking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, pet names, sub? din? more likely than you think (also lmk if I missed any tags!)    

a/n: yall im sorry this is such garbage but kjkwejh here we be. I hOPE YOU ENJOY THE CIRCUS. thank you to everyone who’s encouraged this so COME GET YALLS MANDO MEAT  

There isn’t much when he it comes to Tatooine and fun things to do. There’s pod acing, drinking, Sabaac tourneys, more podracing, gambling and scavenging. Unless there’s a festival or some wild event, you’re stuck with boredom and whatever you can scrounge up for fun in the palace. 

Now, don’t get it wrong—if you had it your way, you’d spend every waking hour trialing behind Boba, but you don’t want to smother. Fennec too—while you enjoy her company, you know that half of the reason she sticks around is Boba’s order for your protection. Kinda ruins the fun when you know she probably only tolerates you because she’s being paid to. Eh whatever—doesn’t stop you from tagging along on as she runs errands in town—besides, today you actually have a reason to be here instead of loitering like a lost puppy. 

Fennec tells you to be safe and com her the second trouble rears its ugly head and disappears into the weapons shop—muttering about her prized rifle being jammed or something. You don’t know, all you hear is that you have the entire afternoon to yourself to hunt down your oh so elusive prize. Star cherries.    

The markets are always vibrant. Jam packed with people from each and every corner of the galaxy, hundreds of booths and stalls selling their wares that varies from foods to jewelry to even bounty services. Tempting as is it is to peruse the sparkly rows of dainty necklaces and rings or inspect the vast array of beige ponchos and manilla undershirts—you have a purpose. A once a year chance you refuse to let go to waste.   

The shabby booth is tucked near the end of the street, the mountain of the little red fruits looking comical compared to the withered old lady who sits beside them. She flashes you a gap-toothed smile, the crowfeet wrinkles surrounding her eyes scrunch with the movement. “Ah! I was wondering when you’d show, dear.” 

“Hello, Mrs. Feraan,” you greet, bending at the was it to kiss her wrinkly cheek. The old vender was one of the first kind souls you met here when you arrived on Tatooine. In return for a couple compliments or an offer to be the lab rat to test her new recipes for pie or tarts, she hooks you up with the best of the cherries—handpicked with love. “How’s business today?”

She waves her hand in dismissal, her silver rings glinting in the sun. “Same as always, child.”

Eventually you work your way through the pleasantries and a couple, long winded tangents. The sort that only old people can flawlessly spin and keep you engaged. Trials and tribulations to earn your prize—you don’t mind sacrificing a couple hours.

Finally you’re allowed to walk away—cherries in hand and exceedingly eager for your sweet snack. Unfortunately, suffering through Mrs. Feraan’s old childhood laments is not the only bump in the road you have to face.       

Granted, it is your fault—not looking where your feet are taking you—

Your temple crashes into something agonizingly hard. You swear you hear a quiet bonk when your skull collides with the mystery material and fucking hell—you probably have a concussion from the force of it. 

Unbothered by your probable brain injury, you’re far more concerned with the cherries spilling onto the ground and so, as you flail and dramatically topple over—the brunt of your fall is cushioned by your shoulder. Something pops and yeah, ok, maybe you just tore a ligament but—kriffing worth it for the cherries you miraculously saved from their dusty graves.     

Your temper flares as you spot the dirty brown boots pointed in your direction. Maneuvering yourself up so you don’t also get trampled by the crowd, you bare your teeth and put on your best impression of a terrifying force of nature despite the fact you’ve been knocked flat on your ass. “What the fuck—“

The words shrivel up and die upon your tongue as your eyes slide up the stranger’s legs, broad shoulders sporting the shiny armor that twinkles in the midday suns. They then settle on an all too familiar helmet. Well, sorta—you’re familiar with a certain red and green one, not the equivalent of a wearable disco ball.

You squint as the stranger’s head dips to look at you crumpled at his feet. You dust yourself off and point an accusing finger. “Fuck is your problem standing in the middle of the road?”

The stranger quirks their head. “You ran into me—maybe you should watch where you’re stepping.”

The raspy voice is a striking sound. Mellow and silky even as it passes through the vocoder and dresses it in static charm. Some of your anger melts away—maybe this is the friend Boba was talking about—it’d make sense. They’re wearing the same type of armor…  

You shake your head and shove down your pride. You don’t think Boba would appreciate you chewing his ear off. “Sorry—you’re right.”

As you readjust your clothes and precious cherries you introduce yourself with a tiny smile. Yet just as you're about to ask him his name he interjects with a step forward. You flinch away but all he does is sweep back a strand of hair from your forehead, revealing a little nick in the skin. You hiss as his fingertips scrape against it--great, an actual head wound. “Are you alright?”

Maker—here you are, after yelling at him and he finds it in him to be compassionate. You wave away his concerns. “Y-yeah--peachy.” 

He apologizes with a dip of his head and words soaked in regret and fuck--now you feel bad. You wrack through your brain and search for last ditch attempts to fix this little mishap and settle with a half baked idea. It’s dumb--but hey, if it works, it works.  

“Seriously, it’s fine. But I mean, if you’re so worried, how about you walk me home and we call it even?” You propose, sticking out your hand to seal the deal. If your assumptions are right, he’d just be tailing you the whole way home anyway. “I’m headed towards the palace, so if it’s not too much out of your way then—“

He hesitates and interrupts by taking your hand. “Alright. Deal.” 

You smile. “Lovely.” 

On the return trip, Din is quiet—tells you his name and responds to your conversation fillers with interested hums—but other than that he remains on the silent end. Intriguing with a rounded softness unlike the armor he wears--a man of mystery much like  a certain someone who awaits you back home. Well--Din is less grumpy--by a long shot...but still. It’s easy to spot some of their shared similarities.  

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Upon arriving at the castle you part ways with Din before he reaches the throne room--you’re not too excited about showing off your new battle scar yet and while it was an accident, making an entrance with Din will make it far too easy to link the injury with him. Besides, you don’t wanna risk scaring off your new friend if Boba decides to showcase that tightly sealed lid of anger and brutality. 

Instead you take the long way around the palace. Soon, muffled voices carry through the long corridors, growing louder as you work your way back from the kitchens. You round the corner, catching glimpses of Boba and your new friend through the pillars that prop up the low ceiling. You don’t meant to spy, but you do so anyway, hesitant on interrupting.     

That is...until Boba cocks his head to the side and settles his eyes onto the pillar you hide behind. “It seems we have a little shadow with us today.” 

You suck in a breath as your heart skips in a thrumming pace. Boba addresses you by name and crooks his fingers in a lazy motion for you to step out into the light—revealing yourself to the small party of two. “Come here, little one.”

The low light catches off of Din’s helmet with a glittering sparkle when he swivels his head. The tiny, warped figure of yourself reflects in mirror-like pieces of smelted beskar as his shoulders pull tight with recognition. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep the smile that threatens to crack across your face at bay. Boba is no fool—he excels in the subtleties of shifting eyes and clenched fists to hide anxiety or closely guarded information—sickeningly familiar with your own quirks and tells, but—  

There’s no reason to reveal Din’s little secret—not yet. Boba called him a friend but you truly have no clue what the depths of that word entailed. Friend could mean anything from a casual acquaintance, to an old childhood bond, and or anything in between. You sigh and brush past him, mentally congratulating yourself for keeping a cool mask of indifference etched into your features. If Din wants to open that can of worms then so be it—you weren’t the one offering to walk random people home. 

You step onto the dais and slide your free hand into Boba’s outstretched palm. The worn leather tickles up your forearm and locks over your elbow, silently demanding you to sit on his lap. There’s plenty of room to both sit on the throne but no—Boba prefers you tucked against the cool metal of his cuirass. You grunt as the bowl of star cherries you cradle dangerously dips when Boba adjusts your weight over his thighs.  

His fingers pull back a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear and then spider along your jawline. The ends of his mouth quirk as Boba pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, capturing your undivided attention. “I don’t like it when you lurk in the shadows, little one. You’re allowed to listen.

You huff. “I know—but lurking is fun.”

Boba releases your chin with a scoff. “Foolish, girl.” You dip your chin with a sheepish grin as heat rushes to your cheeks. You briefly forget about the tiny nick adorning your right temple, the only thing you were trying to keep hidden—but Boba is all too quick to notice. “What is this?”

He pushes your hair out of the way of the cut, inspects it, then curls his fingers around your jaw to demand an answer. You refuse to let your eyes wander over to Din—what a dead giveaway that would be—and instead muster up enough courage to hold the weight of his stare. 

“I tripped at the markets,” you say—not a complete lie. “It’s just a little scratch—no biggie.”

Boba squints in suspicion and grumbles a soft hm. You feel his chest rise and fall with a deep sigh—he won’t argue about it right now. Not a battle worth his while when you’re keen on keeping the full truth behind a wall of teeth and anxieties. Boba’s hand falls away, gestures to Din who still stands stiffer than a stature, then lays it over the golden armrest. “I’m sure you’ve noticed our guest—“

Din tips his head in acknowledgement. 

“The rightful ruler of Mandalore,” Boba continues. “Din Djarin.” 

Din Djarin…despite already knowing his name (or half of it, at least) you like the way it rolls off the tongue—like how it’s seemingly made to be repeated and carved into the walls of some ancient script. Your knowledge on all things Mandalorian is…limited to say the least but you know enough about the rumors. 

“Isn’t Mandalore supposed to be haunted?” You don’t mean for your words to be a pointy jab to the ribs but regardless, it strikes a tender chord within the Mandalorian. You wince as Din shifts his weight and clenches his palm—a long story. “Sorry—I—I’m sure your home is lovely, all I know about it are dumb ghost stories about evil wizards and laser swords.” 

The blood under your cheeks burn red hot. Great. Not only are you a complete bantha brain, you’ve also managed to sound like an impudent child. Boba soothes a thumb over your thigh as you curl into yourself—bastard. He thinks this is funny.        

“It’s not my home,” Din responds, albeit tentatively. “Never been.”

Your brows furrow. Alrighty then.  

Boba snorts and shakes his head. He mutters something in Mando’a and lazily waves his hand, dismissing the line of conversation entirely. It was turning into a dumpster fire anyway—   

With a slow exhale, you remove yourself from the discussion and instead tuck your head under Boba’s chin. The beskar is cold against your cheek but it feels nice against the sweltering midday heat.  

Their conversation fades in and out as you rest your head over Boba’s cuirass, listlessly picking through the bowl of fruit for the ripest ones. You sigh—the next cherry you bring up to your lips is intercepted as Boba’s hand clamps around your wrist and redirects it into his own mouth. You don’t find it in you to be grumpy about the stolen treat when Boba’s tongue slides over your sticky fingers. Still holding your wrist captive, he sucks the tip of your thumb into the warm heat of his mouth and curls his tongue around the digit. Your index finger is given the same treatment before your hand is returned. The beginnings of arousal spark to life below your belly, and fuck—that shouldn’t have been so…so…hot. 

Din’s smoky baritone fades into background noise as the entirety of your attention zero’s in on Boba’s mouth. You purse your lips and suck in a shaky breath, then return your hand to the bowl to fish out another fruit. You don’t need any guidance this time around as you bring the cherry to his mouth—the crimson juice spilling down your palm and part of your arm as his teeth pierce the fragile skin. You breath hitches as Boba dips his head, catching the bead of liquid running down your arm with the tip of his tongue, then swiping s a slow trail up, and over the lines of your palm. He plants a careful kiss there, then breaks away. 

Before you have the chance to reach for another one, Boba plucks a cherry from the bowl and rests it against the seam of your lisp, inviting you to partake in this little game he’s created. A wicked smirk curls over his mouth as you accept—the tart flavor of the fruit spilling over your tastebuds as you chew and swallow. A little wine escapes you as his leather-clad thumb rolls over your bottom lip, bushes past the barrier of your teeth and seats the digit into your mouth—all the way down to the third knuckle. 

You hardly notice the moment Din’s voice tapers off into silence—much too enraptured with the taste of leather and the smooth feel of it over your tongue. You gag slightly when Boba’s thumb reaches the back of your throat, then retreats just as slow. The string of saliva that still connects the digit to your wet mouth, drips over your chin and part of your lip, eliciting a jagged, echoey breath that crackles through Din’s vocoder. 

Boba grins—something that better belongs on a sneering jackal just about to pounce on unsuspecting prey with needle sharp talons, rather than his face. His eyes drift up to address his guest. “Do you see something you like, Mand’alor?”

Din’s head jerks, averting his gaze to anywhere but the throne. He murmurs a weak apology and shifts his weight to his other leg—acting as if he were to look at you a second time, it’d burn him to a crisp or force him to confront Boba Fett’s wrath. Obviously, neither thing would happen, but Din still remains unsure with his foothold in this situation.   

“I see how you look at her,” Boba drawls—not an accusation, just a statement brought to light. Boba’s hand drops to your thigh, the warm weight of it resting just past your knee as Din swallows his nerves and returns his gaze. “It’s alright—a pretty little thing like her is bound to turn heads.” 

A blush hotter than wildfire licks up your cheeks as Din nods in agreement. “She’s beautiful…you’re a lucky man.”

Boba’s grip on your thigh hoards you closer to his chest. He is and he’s fully aware of that fact, but there’s no need to admit such a thing when it’s so blatantly obvious. A lull in the conversation creates a palpable tension—nervous energy and a choice to let this is fade into nonexistence or…or breathe life into that flickering ember of unsaid desires.     

Your heart leaps into your throat when Boba shatters the silence and addresses you. “You’re awfully quiet, princess…what do you think?”

He’s placing whatever this is into your hand and leaving you to call the shots. You’ve always been a troublemaker and there’s no will or way as to why you’d stop now. You look between your lover and Din as a smile curls over your face. “I think…if he’s so interested—why not give him a show? After all, he did bring me home—he deserves some reimbursement for the trouble.”

Boba’s shoulders jolt with a chuckle. “How chivalrous.” You shiver as he strokes the back of his finger down your cheek. “Fine, as you wish, little one—go play.” 

Giddy excitement bubbles through your chest as Boba offers Din to take a seat on the edge of the dais. Din still has an option to escape, to slip through the cracks and pretend this never happened—but stars, you hope he stays. Din takes a step forward, then another—and another until he’s standing before the throne. He studies the raised edge and gingerly takes a seat. 

You abandon your bowl of cherries onto the forearm of the throne and slip off Boba’s lap. You drift over to Din, his gloved fingers clenching and unclenching as they rest over his thigh plating. He’s purposefully avoiding your eye as you kneel beside him—still locked onto that niggling fear that this could be some sort of trick or test in resolve.      

Smiling sweetly, you skate your hand over his knuckles—guiding his large palm to your waist and then under and up your loose shirt and bra. Din mutters a curse as you place his palm over your breast. “I’m glad you stayed.”

Pleased with his reaction, you peel off your shirt and bra, breath hitching as Din pinches your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “Same—I think…”

With a bit more bravery backing his movements, Din pulls away briefly, shucks off his gloves and encompasses both your breasts. They’re warm and calloused, riddled with silvery scars that stand out against his brown skin, a storybook of past battles—won and lost—all equally important to the fibers of his being that stitch him together into a whole. His hand whispers down the length of your ribcage, no doubt feeling the thrum of your heart beating wildly against the cartilage and bone. It tickles over the swell of your hips then—        

“You said you wanted to give him a show,” Boba drawls behind you, a sharp twinge of hostility lacing his words. “So enjoy the show, Mand’alor, ’nd keep your hands to yourself."

Din recoils at the verbal reprimand and drops his hands speedier than a flash of lightning. You frown and throw a glare over your shoulder. Bastard. Boba quirks a brow and runs his thumb over his lip, the edged sparkle in his dark eyes taunting you into challenging him. You huff and turn a cold shoulder. 

“Sorry, Din,” you purr, scrounging up any and all back up plans to keep you both entertained. “Seems my king isn’t as generous I thought.”

Din withers a bit at the catty remark, keeping his lips sealed tight as Boba growls your name in warning. You don’t pay him any mind. 

You puff up your cheeks and release the air in a steady stream, as your eyes scrape over Din’s armored thigh. Ok—you can work with that. It wouldn’t be breaking any rules…not technically. You step away, paw at your waistband and let the breezy fabric pool over around your ankles, your underwear quickly joining the pile. 

Now bare, you return to Din’s side, his careful inhale distorted into choppy static as you straddle his thigh. He lifts both hands, intending to grab at your waist, but pauses midair. No touching. You lips tilt with a smirk as he clenches his fists and pins his hands to the cool stone instead, an attempt to curb that urge to reach for you. His shoulders knit together when you mold your hand in the gap between his shoulder pauldron and cuirass to give yourself some sort of balance—obviously not used to a soft touch.  

You lower yourself and hiss through clenched teeth. It’s fucking freezing. Goosebumps rush up each limb as the wet warmth of your cunt meets the frigid beskar—the chill much colder than you initially expected. It’s one thing to touch the beskar with an open palm and another thing entirely to feel against such an intimate part of yourself. Din’s visor drops to look between your legs as you give your hips an experimental roll. 

It’s different. You’re used to hardened muscle and fabric, or your own fingers while pleasuring yourself. Your breath hitches as Din’s thigh twitches, the smelted seam of the cuisse bumping against your throbbing clit. 

“Sorry,” Din mumbles, “Didn’t mean—“

“It’s ok,” you smile, rocking your hips to ease into the sensation. “Just surprised me.”

The pace you set is slow, careful not to overwork your nerves as your arousal blooms and metastasizes like simmering coals low in your groin. With each lecherous pull of your cunt against his thigh, the beskar begins to warm to the temperature of your skin—the wetness between your thighs abating the friction and making the surface slippery. A low gasp escapes you once you find the right ridge and angle that just grinds perfectly against your aching clit. Your fingers dig into the cowl of Din’s cloak. 

“Shit—feels good.” Like your voice and little moans jumpstart Din’s ability to move, his large hand drifts to the front of his trousers—an already sizable bulge tenting the dark brown fabric. You squeak as Din's leg jolts for a second time, a burst of dizzying ecstasy wracking up your spine with the choppy movement. 

You suck in another raspy breath as your attention drops to his hand that cups his cock and palms himself through his trousers. You chew your bottom lip and clench your fist gripping his cowl, still gyrating your hips over the beska as Din hooks his thumb into his waistband and pulls them down, slow as molasses. 

Fucking hell—he’s bigger than you initially imagined. Flushed a rosy brown, and half hard already, twitching as Din wraps his fingers around the thick length. Din lifts his head, gauging your interest or disapproval—but kriff—who the fuck would ever be unhappy with that sorta heat he’s packing? You bite your bottom lip, scouring your brain for ideas to convince Boba into letting you taste Din—but your plotting is abruptly cut short. 

Boba sits up and off the throne, his presence looming over your shoulder as he lowers to one knee. You shiver and arch your neck, exposing more of your vulnerable throat as Boba runs the fingertip of his pointer finger down the side of your cheek. “Are you enjoying yourself, princess?”  

You nod, eyes fluttering shut as Boba opens his palm and cradles your jaw. You groan and roll your head back onto your shoulders as Boba snakes one hand around your hip and jolts you forward and down—disrupting the slow rock with a catastrophic interference. Unrefined bolts of plasma shoot up your spine as desire licks up thighs—you need more. 

Boba dips his head and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You grunt when his teeth sink into your flesh, worrying a bruise into your skin. Boba laves his tongue over the throbbing area, then licks a wet trail up to the shell of your ear, all the while you continue to grind on Din’s thigh. Boba nibbles your earlobe and whispers your name—the sound sweeter than any symphony could ever hope to make. Like smoke over deep water or the surging crackle of energy just before a thunderstorm high up in the mountains. 

“You’re allowed to touch…” he says with a rough chuckle. “Go on.”

Your noise of agreement is quickly muffled as Boba interrupts you with a feverish kiss—all open mouthed and breathless as his tongue curls around yours. Your chest heaves for precious air as Boba retreats just as abruptly as it began. With a satisfied smirk ghosting over his lips, he taps you below the chin and returns to his throne to continue observing.         

Dropping your eyes between Din’s legs, his cock, hardened to its full glory and held casually in his  calloused hand, is truly a sight. Your pulse thrums in your ears as Din rolls his wrist and pumps his length, the velvety skin shifting over what looks like fucking beskar underneath. It strains towards his navel as you watch with wide eyes, mesmerized with the way he touches himself. 

Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you touch your hand to his wrist.  Din shudders like your skin is made of sizzling embers that’s broken off the tail end of shooting star—like you’re something too luminous and dangerous to be handled by someone like him. You lift your gaze, smiling into that darkened void of the visor and gracing him with a toothy smile. “Will you let me touch you, Din?”

He nods and utters a breathy yes. 

Fuck yeah.    

Din sucks in a stuttered breath when your hand circles around his thick length. His hips jolt into your palm as you slide your fist to the base then all the way back up. Precum beads over the tip, dribbling down and coating your knuckles with sticky wetness. It eases some of that friction as you fall into an easy rhythm, matching your rocking hips with each pump of his cock. 

Din’s stuttered moans fill the small space between you, dragging you closer to your release that’s suddenly so close. He whines as you abandon his length to chase after your high, your arousal leaking from your center and dripping down the sides of the beskar. Din takes his cock into his hands, fisting himself to your little show of breathy wines and rough jerking of your hips over his thigh. 

Din says your name attached with a broken moan and it’s over—    

Everything seizes up tighter than a jaw clamp as your tumble off that jagged peak of searing, white hot pleasure. It’s raw, sparking off like a blade to metal, burning you from the inside out as you cum. Your cunt clenches around nothing, your thighs shaking as you curl inward as if he punched you in the fucking gut. It feels like he did. Maker—the cool beskar against your throbbing clit is like you’ve been thrown to the mercies of an electrical surge. 

It doesn’t help either that Din is still pumping his length, hips stuttering as he brings himself to his own euphoric high. The air in your lungs seizes when a fragile groan, light and airy passes through the vocoder. Din rocks his hips into his fist, once—twice and then he’s throbbing and cumming into his hand. Hot ropes of his release splatter up his chest plate and parts of your thighs, his helmet nearly knocking into you as he hunches foreword from the intensity of it.     

Too exhausted to keep yourself upright, you smash your cheek against his cuirass, involuntarily twitching as the last little waves of pleasure prickle through the rest of your nerves. You whine as you watch Din move his hand to collect some of your wetness coating his thigh. He brings two fingers stained with your slick to the lip of his helmet, pushes it up with his thumb just far enough to sink the two digits into his mouth. He groans out a quiet fuck, and repeats the action, swiping his fingers through the mess you’ve made and feeding it to himself. Your cunt clenches as you catch a sliver of his pink tongue that twists between his thick fingers.   

He groans and rolls his head back onto his shoulders. “Please—can I taste you? Fuck—I-I need my mouth on you.” 

Stars—the mere idea of it stokes the dwindling flames into a blaze of want. You look up at Boba and puff out your bottom lip. Pouting and begging hardly ever gets you what you want under normal circumstances—Boba Fett is more stubborn than a rancor—but you hope just this once he’ll be lenient.   

Boba holds out his gloved hand—summoning you to his lap without a lick of protest on your end. Din however makes a sound akin to a whimper when you leave him. Boba gathers you in his arms for the second time, the leather a strange sensation as it spiders down your ribcage and around your hips. You can feel his hardness poking into your backside once you settle against him—his chest plate a cold shock to your naked flesh. You shiver and bury your nose into the crook of his neck, poking your tongue out to taste him. Boba’s cock twitches under you as your teeth sink into him with a cheeky nip.   

“Is that what you want, little one?” Boba rumbles in question. His right hand glides lower, grabbing a handful of your thigh and squeezing. You groan and keen out a whine of affirmation. 

Boba cocks his head towards Din. “Well? You’ve got your wish—don’t keep her waiting.” 

Din shakily stands—hesitating with removing his helmet for enough time that you notice the silence that follows. The vocoder crackles as Din sighs. “Do you trust her?”

“With my life.” Boba states it without a second thought. Your heart twists, golden light spilling from  your lungs and staining your insides with devotion and fuzzy affection. You press a soft kiss over Boba’s jaw.   

“Is she…” Din speaks a word in Mando’a you have no hope to decipher—either no direct translation or he’s purposefully left you in the dark. 

Based on the way Boba almost imperceptibly tenses, you guess the latter. Boba responds with a grunt and an unsure dip of the chin. The answer is complicated—that much you can gather…you push it to the back of you brain for now. 

Din nods, inhales, and steels his nerves. Plastering his hands around the shiny helmet, he tugs it off with a slow reveal of dark, patchy facial, plush lips and wavy brown hair that falls around his olive skin. And oh, his eyes—soft chestnut brown eyes that hold such ache within them—lost things, broken bones, wearing his wounds like decoration upon his chest. Forged in the flames of war, risen from the ashes with murder and mercy rolled into one.      

You wish him a kinder future. One that doesn’t end with pain and a blaze of an unchecked wildfire—the same way how all heroes end up as martyrs.  

Though—right now—you can be the beginning of softer things for Din. You smile and invite him closer, a vortex of anxiety peppered with arousal as his eyes flit over your naked body. He sets his helmet to the side with care and drifts to the foot of the throne—fuck, he’s broad. Why hadn’t you noticed that before?   

Your mental berating is severed when cool air meets the wet heat of your cunt as Boba hooks your thighs over his knees, spreading you wide as far as your hips allow. Din’s unfiltered moan at the sigh of you, sends a volt of electricity through every vein. Din lowers himself to one knee, and then the other, shuffling between yours and Boba’s legs. 

“Can I touch?” He asks, soft brows raising in question. 

Boba lazily raises two fingers in a motion of permission. Your chest tightens at the sight of Din’s boyish grin—warm palms settling over the sharp bend of your knees. His thumbs trace soothing circles over the skin and right as Din decides to swoop down, Boba catches him by the hair atop his head and yanks. Din grunts—the long, arched line of his neck a tempting sight as he swallows. “No marks.” Din’s jaw clenches, but nonetheless, he agrees to Boba’s command. 

Boba hums in satisfaction and untangles his fingers from the mess of Din’s soft curls. Din’s brows pinch together for half a tick but smooth out in the next breath. No use being irritated—especially right now.   

As directed, Din leaves not a scratch. Instead he scrapes the blunt edges of his teeth along the insides of your thighs, threatening to catch soft flesh between them—but he knows better than to act on the urge. He laves his warm tongue over each freckle or blemish he finds, leaving no patch of skin undiscovered as licks a steady trail to his prize. Din mouths a warm kiss over the crease of your thigh, and smooths his calloused hands over your hips, settling for a moment to trace little circles with his thumbs onto the soft protrusion of bone there. Seemingly satisfied, he then shifts them closer to your aching cunt. His hot breath fans over your cunt as he uses his thumbs to glide through your folds, almost curious with his exploration. He makes a little hum of appreciation low in his throat when the pads of his thumbs part your soaking folds.    

You whimper and bury your face into the crook of Boba’s neck, his warm palms a much needed comfort as they tickle down your ribcage, then sweep back up to cup your tits. You cry and arch— Din’s tongue is scalding—like liquid velvet as he dips the tip of his tongue from the base of your cunt all the way up to your clit. Din sucks on the little bundle of nerves, rolling his tongue until you’re crying out, molten pleasure zipping through your abdomen. He grunts as your fingers tangle into his hair—kriff. 

Fuck, you need more.   

Arching into his mouth, all thoughts are transfigured and molded into a vicious loop—beginning with those adoring brown eyes, the color of freshly tilled earth and the warmth of sunlight over dappled aspen leaves in the balmy summer afternoons. It ends with soft lips—rose petal pink with devotion crystallizing in his mouth like sugar—madness and uncertainty and lovesick desire is all that he is and you’re not sure if you’ll come out of this unscathed.    

He sinks two deliciously thick fingers into your clenching hole and curls them, only to retract them a moment later to shovel more of your wetness onto his tongue—as if simply using his mouth wasn’t enough for him. Like he needs to savor every drop of your arousal like the golden ambrosia the gods feast upon in their palaces of cloud and endless twilight. 

That frenzied desperation lingers on the edges of his movements like he’s afraid you’ll fade away like a hand through fog—but you’re going nowhere. You’d stay here, suspended in time forever if the choice were up to you. 

You whine and arch off Boba’s chest plate as Din strokes and curls his fingertips, plucking little gasps and moans from you easier than breathing. He zeros in on that little spot that makes your leg go all jittery and forces out high pitched mewls that echo through the throne room. You’re careening towards another high, the sensitivity of your last orgasm amping up the influx of pleasure. 

“Stars—Din. Close—I’m so close,” you gasp, pulling his hair tight enough that you know it must sting—at least a little bit. He makes no sign that it does, just groans and buries his tongue into your dripping hole, licking alongside his fingers that shovel more of your wetness into his mouth. 

Your release zips through your body like a flash flood—quick and fatal that leaves you gasping for air and struggling not to let your head dip below the waves. Your high seeps into each limb until they feel heavier than lead. Fuck—it’s so hard to work through the muddled thought and remember where exactly you are. You groan and toss your head back as Din keeps going.    

“Another one—let me—“ He moans, opening his mouth as wide as it’ll go so he can devour more of you. You can feel the mixture of saliva and your own arousal dripping down your cunt and over your thighs, some of it pooling on the throne or onto the floor. Your thighs shake as Din pushes you towards another high.        

You squeak as Boba’s palm sweeps up your sternum, locking his fingers around your throat in a loose hold. The tip of his nose nuzzles into your cheek—silently demanding a well earned kiss as his hips rock into your ass, grinding his cock for the barest scrap of friction. You moan into his mouth as Din doubles his efforts, raw and bordering that serrated edge of overstimulation and ecstasy.  

Goosebumps rush over your arm as Boba places his lips right beside the shell of your ear. You feel the sticky heat of his breath fan over your throat and shoulder, and the way his lips skim your ear when they move to form the syllables of his words. “Such a filthy princess…”

You clench around Din’s fingers and moan a half garbled, “Boba—“ 

His weathered palm encompasses the entirety of your breast, rolling your pebbled nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “If only you could see yourself…dripping all over my throne and another man’s tongue.” Boba clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Depraved creature—cum for your rightful king.” 

Wildfire chars your insides as it begins in your core and sweeps through your body. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you buck and squirm in their arms—no mercy as the prickly waves of your orgasm make you hypersensitive to each touch. Even the hold on your hip, while innocent in nature, is blistering as if you suffered from a fever. You shudder as a salty tear rolls down your cheek. Boba catches it with his tongue as your ears pick up Din’s raspy praise—thanking you while spattering reverent kisses up your thighs. 

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you do spot the apparent wetness soaking through the front of Din’s trousers. Fuck—he—he came again while eating you out. You whimper and rest the back of your head over Boba’s shoulder.  

Your belly flinches under his scratchy facial hair as Din travels up, seizing and worshiping every inch he’s freely given before intercepted. He catches your nipple between your teeth, tugs a bit then moves to the other, lavishing equal attention with adoring lips and sweet whispers. When he reaches your collarbone, you’re boxed in against his chest plate and Boba’s. A blush blooms under your cheeks hotter than stare fire as Din gingerly sucks your earlobe into his mouth and breathes out a muted moan of your name—committing the very essence of you to his memory for the rest of his days. 

Your heart squeezes tight like a clenched fist when he mumbles another thank you. Plucking up a smidge of courage, he risks planting a kiss right on the corner of your mouth. You blink—despite the sweetness of the gesture you wince as Boba snarls a curt phrase in Mando’a. Din peels himself away with a minuscule frown and slinks away.          

Yet before you have the chance to remedy the situation of wounded pride and territorial jealousy—Boba tightens his hold on your hips and flips you both, so that now your back is smashed against the seat of the throne, a bit crumpled and sorta folded in half. Your hips hang off the edge as Boba holds the majority of your weight, grinding his clothed cock between the apex of your thighs. 

“Don’t forget, princess—” Boba barks, slithering a hand up the column of your throat. You breath hitches as he lightly presses his palm down. “—what belongs to me.”

Reaching between you, he slides his gloved fingers through your slick folds and sinks two of them inside of your clenching center. You jolt as his thumb scrubs over your clit, still sensitive and edging towards too much. 

“You want me to fuck you here?” He asks, shifting his hold to grip your jaw instead—the rounds of his fingertips digging firmly into the flesh and bone. “Say it.”      

You gasp and scrabble weakly at Boba’s shoulders as he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit. “Please, Boba! Please fuck me—I need it.” 

Boba folds over you, his breath fanning hot and hungry against your cheek. He devours your mouth with a discordant edge, like he’s trying to prove to the entire galaxy you are unmistakably his despite the fact you’re already wound so tightly around his fingers. Boba wrenches himself free and tears at his robe and trousers to free his thick length, leaking and flushed a rosy brown at the tip. He doesn’t keep either of you waiting as he removes his fingers and replaces them with something bigger.       

You both groan as he lines himself up with your entrance and sinks into you, a delicious stretch that leaves you shivering beneath him. “Fuck—so wet for me.”

The first roll of his hips makes an obscene noise that showers shame down your throat, but it’s quickly kicked to the back of your brain as he slams back into your cunt—obliterating all thoughts save for him. Boba’s lip curls over his teeth as he claws at your thighs and yanks them over his shoulder, crushing you even further between the throne and the weight of his body. Each stroke is a liquid fire, tearing you apart at the seems while at the same time stitching you back together and leaving your body begging for more. Like this, it’s as if he’s reaching the deepest part of you, pounding into your cunt and hitting every nerve with deadly precision. Your legs prickle with the stretch as you squirm beneath him, stuck with the brunt of rough thrusts and violent stamina with nowhere to go.   

“Bein’ such a good girl for me." He hums into the juncture of where your neck meets your shoulders. He sucks a mark there and tangles a hand in the hair at the nape of you neck, forcing you into a steeper arch. “Maker, you look so fuckin’ pretty stretched around my cock.”

Your walls clench tight around him as you dig your nails into the fabric of his cowl. You voice cracks with airy moans—attempting to work through the haze of lust and respond. All that tumbles from your lips is a pathetic whine of his name—so close to that precipice again.    

The friction of each thrust scraping against your clit, the way he fills you and the possessive hand curled over your throat. You wiggle an arm between your bodies and rub the little bundle of nerves in a frenzied half-circle. You wheeze as Boba increases the pressure over your throat. 

“Tell me who you belong to,” he demands as devastating ripples begin to spark through your core, a live wire an inch away from a puddle of water. “Tell me—“

“You! It’s you—“ You sob, desperate for another release only he can give. “I’m yours—“

Boba snickers and gives your throat another squeeze. “Cum on my cock.” 

There we go. 

You seize and cry out, violent shivers forcing your back to arch high off the throne and into his chest plate. It tears through your being, quick and deadly through your core, spreading to every nerve and shredding through it with molten pleasure. Boba’s voice is a gravelly scrape that vibrates next to your ear, sprinting towards his own deserved euphoria. Your climax still boiling through your blood, is dragged out as Boba continues thrusting—an endless echo that leaves you incredibly oversensitive sore. For the next few moments, his thrusts are too sharp, the grip he has on you too abrasive—but then he’s cumming too. A couple more rough jabs and then he’s seating himself deep inside your cunt, his warm release coating your insides with thick ropes. 

You’re panting breaths fill the air between you, settling like fresh snow over a silent wood. By the time Boba pulls out, leaving behind a sticky trail of his cum and your arousal over the throne, you’re toeing the line of hazy unconsciousness. 

“Such a good girl,” Boba praises, threading fingers through hair and tracing the lines of your face. The the soft drone of his voice mixed with Din’s gentle baritone, murmuring something you don’t catch, casts a dreamy haze over your reality. You’re not afraid that this could back fire and blow up in your face—to move inches from two serrated blades, each seeking for a taste of blood and flesh, is always a risk. But yet, the calloused hands and the sweetness of brown eyes reach through chaos and silence to offer you salvation. You take it with a smile. 

You should invite Din over more often…you think, as you slip into content sleep. 

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Japanese Curry with Tofu Katsu

Japanese Curry with Tofu Katsu by @thefoodietakesflight 🍛 Served with some steamed rice for a satisfying meal! 

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Tofu “Katsu”

(Makes 4 katsu)

2 240g blocks fresh extra firm tofu 

1/2 tsp salt, or to taste* 

Canola oil, for frying (*Note: feel free to adjust the seasoning as needed. I had mine with curry sauce, which was already flavorful so I didn’t want the dish to be too salty or anything)

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Batter 

1/4 cup flour

1/2 tbsp + 1 tsp cornstarch 

1/2 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp salt

1/4 cup water

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Breading 

1 cup japanese breadcrumbs, or more as needed 

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1. Drain water from the tofu by wrapping them in paper towels and then placing a heavy flat surface (a board or plate) on top of each. Leave for 15 minutes until water has been absorbed by the towels.

2. Slice each tofu into two 3/4-inch thick square slabs. Sprinkle with salt as needed.

3. Prepare the batter by mixing all the ingredients until smooth. This will be a really thick batter. In another plate or tray, add the breadcrumbs. 

4. Place each tofu in the batter then coat into the breadcrumbs. Repeat this step for the rest of the tofu. 

5. Heat the oil in a frying pan. Once hot (you can test this by putting a little bread crumbs), add in the tofu. Fry for around 6-8 minutes over medium heat until golden brown. Take out of the oil then turn off the heat. 

6. Let cool for 5-8 minutes then slice diagonally into strips.

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Hey Toni! I'm not sure if you're still up for requests rn, but if you are can I request the brothers+dateables with a perfect house-spouse MC? Like, the MC can cook and clean and manage a budget (just all the usual household stuff) like no one's business! Like they stepped straight out of a Ghibli movie~ hope you're having a great day!

(Thanks for the request, lovely, and I have been doing alright, just busy taking care of my mom and playing Obey Me more on the side lmao xD Hope you are doing well, and these come out to your liking!❤️)

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Lucifer:

He sincerely loves having MC as a partner because they help him keep everything organized and tidy, despite how chaotic his brothers can be

They have taken over a lot of household responsibilities for him, and he appreciates the load being taken off his shoulders

Hell, they even managed to coral his brothers for the better, getting them to listen and behave, at least for the most part

Sometimes he gets annoyed because it seems like his brothers might be taking advantage of his MC at times; they usually cover all the cooking duties as well as do all their laundry on top of it

But they never complain and simply smile while taking on the duty and get it done quickly and perfectly

They clean his study, organize his books and help him adjust his paperwork, filing it into piles of what needs to be addressed first, what needs to be signed, and what is done and ready to be sent to Diavolo

They have literally become his right hand in everything, and he never fails to show them appreciation by taking the time to help them as much as he can or take them to a nice dinner/help them relax in the evening

Mammon:

As much as he loves MC, he sometimes gets annoyed how they make him stand still and organize his uniform before going to class

They want him to look tidy and prestine, even though he is used to just throwing on his clothes and getting the day over with

He also gets frustrated that they have taken over his finances and gives him an allowance, taking most of his 'hard earned' Grimm and putting it towards the debts he owes

Though he has to admit he hasn't been this debt free in his entire life since they took over his books

He does appreciate how they keep not only their room but his room super tidy, even to the point that Lucifer can't find a reason to punish him for not keeping it clean

Hell, MC actually helps him A LOT with keeping out of trouble when it comes to Lucifer, so he has been punishment free for a while now!

And the way they make his car sparkle and shine when they clean it up for him? Man, no wonder he loves them so much~

He eventually gets to the point where he picks up the chores for them, wanting to show them how much he appreciates them; or at least he tries to help them, if they tell him they enjoy doing the work themselves

Leviathan:

He genuinely feels like he is living in one of his slice-of-life animes with the way MC is with him

They help him keep his room tidy (despite getting on his case sometimes for leaving it littered with snack wrappers and coke cans) and help dust and organize his figurines and book shelves

They often surprise him with baked goods and meals from his favorite animes, and he tears up every time

They help monitor his shopping habits, making sure he has money for necessities on top of being able to buy more figures and anime/video games

And with enough pull (and occasionally begging) they will take a break from cleaning to sit and watch shows or play video games with him as well

They lecture him on getting enough sleep, even forcing him to bed at times to make sure he doesn't burn himself out, and this gets on his nerves

But he knows they mean well and will begrudgingly listen, tugging them to bed with him as well because they need rest too with how much they do for him and the house

Satan:

He appreciates how much MC respects his room and his books, helping him to organize them by genre and length, taking their time to dust off each one before putting it in its place

He has a habit of leaving books lying around in haphazard places, so they always return them to his room, a note teasing him for leaving them lying around with a heart drawn on it as well

They often help him organize his school notes and review what he needs to know for an upcoming test, studying along side him into the wee hours of the morning

They often bring him hot meals and tea as well, when he is either absorbed in a book or buried in school work, making sure he is watching his own health on top of it all

He finds himself following them around and talking about the latest book he found while they do their chores, and it sometimes rolls into talking about his own feelings and things that have been going on with himself

He finds that they help him organize his own thoughts as well, and he truly appreciates them being at his side

Asmodeus:

He honestly tries his best to keep MC from working so hard because he doesn't want them to get burned out

But they hush his worries with reassurance and go about doing all the chores for the house, on top of keeping his room organized and clean, his clothing pressed and washed, and his vanity spotless

Oh Father above, he worships his MC for all that they do for him

He makes it a point to also help them out where he can, because he feels horrible seeing them work so hard and never ask for assistance

He gets a tad bit jealous when they help his brothers with things they need like washing their clothes or helping tidy their room, so he often pulls them away when he can manage it

He also makes sure they take breaks often drom work, and he spoils them with spa days and bubble bathes and lots and lots of pampering; they deserve it and so much more, so he plans to give it to them

Beelzebub:

The first thing he fell in love with was their cooking; as stereotypical as it may sounds when it comes to Beel, he does often think with his stomach

But he comes to love MC so much more when they shower him with praise on how much he protects and loves his brothers, and how he has such a big and loving heart

He develops a habit of taking over chores MC is in the middle of doing and finishes them for them, despite their protest on it

He wants to take care of them the way they take care of him and his brothers so much, so he is always right there at their side to help

He absolutely loves how they always make his favorite snacks and meals to surprise him with, and they MUST sit with him when he eats them because it makes the whole experience that much better

Belphegor:

The one thing he finds annoying about MC is that they are constantly moving and working, doing chores almost all day

(Well, aside from how they make him get up on time for class and so they both won't be late, but that's a whole other deal, anyway)

He wants to just wrap his arms around their waist and pull them into bed and make them nap with him because he feels tired watching them, they have got to be exhausted by now

But of course they tell him they are not tired, place a kiss on his forehead and go back to cleaning and cooking, getting things done as quickly as they can

With a frown he joins in, helping them with said cleaning, whining the entire time that he would prefer they just curl up with him but their laugh and smile make his frown slowly fade

He loves watching them cook, and sometimes joins in to learn what they are making, so that he can surprise them one day by making dinner for them

Will be practically wrapped around them if they are tending to one of his other brothers (save for Beel) and be telling them to just ignore them, they can take care of their own chores/laundry anyway

Diavolo:

Can't help but chuckle at how MC can give Barbatos a whole run for his money

They can keep up with his cleaning of the castle, moving almost as fast as he does with the chores, all while smiling and humming on top of it

He often tries to tear them away from their work, wanting their attention and time, saying that Barbatos is perfectly capable of taking care of everything

But they feel for the butler having to tend to it all, so they really want to help out as much as they can

They help keep his office organized, paperwork filed and tidy, everything dusted and in its proper place; even help him with the full budget of the Devildom, keeping the books in order as well

They also seemed to have done the impossible, getting Diavolo to actually help do chores around the castle and even begin learning how to cook!

Barbatos almost feels neglected if he wasn't so proud of all they have done for him and his lord

Barbatos:

Match made in heaven (well, um, hell, in this case), an unstoppable duo, two peas in a pod!

Barbatos loves the fact that MC keeps up with his pace, assisting him with every chore and duty that needs tending in the castle

He enjoys their time in the kitchen especially, each teaching the other a recipe, theirs from the human world and his from the Devildom

They tend to the garden together, and he can't help but sneak by them and give them a small peck on the cheek before going to the next rose bush that needs watering

They go grocery shopping together as well and often just chit chat the entire time, a genuine smile on his face as he enjoys his time with them

Diavolo is a giant supporter of their relationship, though he often tells them both to take a day off and rest with how often they both are working

Simeon:

If he had his way, he would be the one caring for MC and doing everything for them, not the other way around

MC often cooks for him (and for Luke on top of that), and keeps both their rooms tidy for them, despite how they both claim they will do it themselves

MC also has become a guardian for Luke, helping him with school work and offers to teach him how to cook and bake on top of taking over chores for the little angel

Simeon has to often remind them that they don't need to do everything, he can take over as well and let them relax and rest

But they always just smile and kiss him, telling him how they want to take care of him, and go about doing everything for him

He always joins them in the endeavor though, not letting them burn themselves out or do too much at one time

He also makes sure they eat and take care of themselves, because the last thing he wants is to see them get hurt when caring for him

Solomon:

He can honestly say he has never been more cared for in his thousands of years of life

MC cooks him hot meals: breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and brings it to him if he is caught up in his studies or work, making sure he eats so he doesn't pass out on them

They press and wash his clothes, even though he tells them that he can do it just fine himself

They also help organize his work desk, vials and potion bottles put in their proper place and safely moved so they don't fall over the edge and cause trouble

He watches them work sometimes, and how they stop to admire a book or an artifact they are holding, and always offer to explain the book or item to them

He uses these moments as an excuse to pull them to his side and have them sit or lie down in his bed, so they can relax with him for a bit; plus he enjoys their attention being solely on him on top of that

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Spill the tea! Tell us what you put in this miraculous tea

It's really not much special just a play on chai that screams basic white girl who likes pumpkin spice.

You'll need:

1 cup Milk (I used 2% milk for this)

1 cup Water

2 table spoons White Sugar

1 teaspoon Allspice

1/4 teaspoon Ground nutmeg

1 teaspoon Cinnamon

1/4 tea spoon Powdered Ginger

A pinch of salt to taste

And finally Earl Grey Tea***

Instructions:

Pour milk and water into a small saucepan and put onto low heat

Stir in sugar, allspice, nutmeg, cinnamon, powdered ginger, and salt to to taste. *

Turn up to medium-high heat to scald** the spice and milk mixture stirring constantly as to not burn the bottom.

Once scalded take off heat and add Earl Grey Tea*** and let steep.

Pour into a mug and enjoy <3

*I'm not sure the exact measurements I used so I provided my best estimates but feel free to adjust if you think it's too much or too little of certain spices. Don't forget to taste as well to make sure it's to your liking before continuing!

**Scalding is bringing something up to a near boil but not actually boiling it. If you do begin to boil take off the heat and wait a minute before adding your tea to avoid making it bitter.

***I say Earl Grey Tea but mine was specifically one that had vanilla in it as well which I think helped the flavour immensely. I've not tested it but adding a tiny amount of vanilla extract to the pot before scalding if you have regular Earl Grey might be a good idea. You can also use any other black tea you think would go well with the recipe, always feel free to experiment!

I'm not a professional at writing recipes or anything so I hope this was clear enough of an explanation!