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greekcookingmadeeasy · 3 months

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Oven Baked Greek Orzo Aka Kritharaki With Prawns

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Oven Baked Greek Orzo aka Kritharaki with Prawns - Kritharaki me Garides sto Fourno

BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy

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6 persons 10 min.

COOK. TIME ♨ DIFFIC. LEVEL 👩‍🍳⃒

50 min. Easy

A few months ago, I posted the recipe for oven baked orzo pasta i.e. Kritharaki (in a clay pot) with vegetables. It's always a staple in my home, thus I decided to try it with prawns.

It's a surprisingly easy one-tray dish, prepared in 10', before it goes into the oven, that does all the work.

So now you have a new Greek dish with Orzo and the timeless, perfect combo with prawns and melted cheese, which I am certain you will enjoy.

Let’s find out together how to prepare it, shall we?!

INGREDIENTS:

Almost 1.5 cups / 250 gr. / 9 oz Village Orzo Pasta (kritharaki)

800 gr. / 1 lb 11.75 oz Large Prawns (fresh or frozen)

60 ml / 4 tbsp. Olive Oil

350 gr. / 12 oz / 330 ml Tomato Sauce (passata)

1 large Onion or 2 medium ones, finely chopped

1-2 Garlic Cloves, finely chopped

3/4 tsp. All-Spice (bahari in Greek)

680 ml / 2.7 cups Water

About 1/2 cup / 60 gr. / 2.1 oz Kefalotyri or Parmesan Cheese, grated

Ground Salt and Pepper

Optional for garnishing: 1 tbsp. Parsley, finely chopped

METHOD: A. Prepare the Prawns:

1. I used frozen and thawed, raw prawns with shell on (no heads).

2. To peel the prawns, remove the legs first. Then peel easily the shells from the prawns.

3. Squeeze the tail to remove it from the body.

4. Next devein the prawns, by using a small sharp knife to make a slit along the middle of the back to expose the dark vein. Then pull out the vein gently.

5. When all prawns are cleaned, place them in a colander.

6. Wash them thoroughly under cold, running water and let them strain for a while.

B. Assemble the dish for baking: 7. Spray or brush some oil on a large Pyrex dish of 25 x 35 cm / 10 x 14 in.

8. Spread the orzo in the pot.

9. Pour the Olive oil on top and toss orzo around to oil it very well. That helps it stay grainy, “al dente” and not mushy when baked in the oven!

10. Add the chopped onion and garlic. Blend them in.

11. Next scatter the cleaned prawns all around the dish.

12. Pour the tomato sauce in the pot and mix.

13. Add about 680 ml water in the sauce. Water needs to be about 2 cm / 0.8 in. on top of Orzo. Stir to blend all ingredients.

14. Season with the All-spice and ground Salt and Pepper, to taste, blending them in.

15. Ready for the oven, wasn't it easy?!

C. Baking instructions: 16. Place dish on the bottom shelf of a preheated Oven, top and bottom heating Elements on = @170℃ / 340℉ and bake for about 50' (depends on the oven).

17. TIP-1: DO NOT USE FAN, because it results on Orzo drying out!

18. TIP-2: Don't overcook Orzo! Keep in mind that it continues getting cooked even after you remove the dish from the oven!

19. After 30', open the oven and stir orzo and prawns. Return in the oven.

20. The last 10' before food is ready, open the oven and sprinkle the grated cheese on top.

21. After a total of 50', it should be ready. Turn off the oven.

22. Remove pot from the oven and place it on a rack or the kitchen bench for 10' to set, before serving.

D. Serving Suggestion:

23. Serve baked Orzo and Prawns while still very warm. Optionally, at the last minute, you can sprinkle some chopped parsley on top of each individual plate.

This beyond delicious oven baked Orzo with Prawns is truly a whole meal.

Here I have it served with steamed vegetables and freshly cut bread.

Quite nutritious and healthy, it can be served for lunch or dinner. You could even place it in a small container for work lunch.

Have a look at this beautiful, grainy Orzo! Its taste is so good, as it has absorbed the sea flavors of the prawns.

A real treat for the whole family to enjoy!!

E. Storage info:

Baked Orzo with Prawns can be stored (when cool) in an airtight container, in the fridge, for up to 1 week or in the freezer for 1 month.

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Κριθαράκι με Γαρίδες στο Φούρνο

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6 άτομα 10 min.

ΜΑΓΕΙΡΕΜΑ ♨ ΒΑΘΜ. ΔΥΣΚΟΛΙΑΣ 👩‍🍳⃒

50 min. Εύκολο

Πριν λίγους μήνες δημοσίευσα τη συνταγή για Κριθαράκι φούρνου (στη γάστρα) με λαχανικά. Είναι από τα βασικά πιάτα στο σπίτι μου, γι' αυτό αποφάσισα να το δοκιμάσω με γαρίδες.

Ένα εκπληκτικά εύκολο φαγητό ενός ταψιού, που ετοιμάζεται σε 10', πριν μπει στο φούρνο, που κάνει όλη τη δουλειά.

Τώρα λοιπόν έχετε ένα νέο πιάτο με Κριθαράκι και τον διαχρονικό, τέλειο συνδυασμό του με γαρίδες και λιωμένο τυρί, που είμαι σίγουρη ότι θα απολαύσετε.

Τι λέτε, να δούμε μαζί πώς να το ετοιμάσουμε;!

ΥΛΙΚΑ:

• Σχεδόν 1,5 φλ. / 250 γρ. / 9 oz Χωριάτικο Κριθαράκι

• 800 γρ. / 1lb 11,75 oz Μεγάλες Γαρίδες (φρέσκες ή κατεψυγμένες)

• 60 ml / 4 κ.σ. Ελαιόλαδο

• 350 γρ. / 12 oz / 330 ml έτοιμη σάλτσα Nτομάτα (πασάτα)

• 1 μεγάλο ξερό Κρεμμύδι ή 2 μέτρια, ψιλοκομμένα

• 1-2 Σκελίδες Σκόρδο, ψιλοκομμένες

• 3/4 κ.γ. Μπαχάρι

• 680 ml / 2,7 φλιτζάνια Νερό

• Περίπου 1/2 φλ. / 60 γρ. / 2,1 oz Κεφαλοτύρι ή παρμεζάνα, τριμμένο

• Φρεσκοαλεσμένο αλάτι και πιπέρι

• Προαιρετικά για γαρνίρισμα: 1 κ.σ. Μαϊντανός, ψιλοκομμένος

ΜΕΘΟΔΟΣ:

Α. Ετοιμάστε τις γαρίδες:

1. Χρησιμοποίησα κατεψυγμένες και αποψυγμένες, ωμές γαρίδες με κέλυφος (χωρίς κεφάλι).

2. Για να ξεφλουδίσετε τις γαρίδες, αφαιρέστε πρώτα τα πόδια. Ξεφλουδίστε κατόπιν εύκολα τα κελύφη από τις γαρίδες.

3. Πιέστε την ουρά για να την τραβήξετε και αφαιρέσετε από το σώμα.

4. Στη συνέχεια, καθαρίστε το εντεράκι στις γαρίδες, χρησιμοποιώντας ένα μικρό κοφτερό μαχαίρι για να κάνετε μια σχισμή κατά μήκος στη μέση της πλάτης ώστε να αποκαλύψετε το σκούρο έντερο. Τραβήξτε το απαλά.

5. Μόλις καθαριστούν όλες οι γαρίδες, τοποθετήστε τις σε ένα τρυπητό.

6. Πλύντε τις καλά με κρύο, τρεχούμενο νερό και αφήστε να στραγγίσουν για λίγο.

Β. Συναρμολογήστε το φαγητό για ψήσιμο:

7. Ψεκάστε ή αλείψτε λίγο λάδι σε ένα μεγάλο ταψί Pyrex 25 x 35 εκ. / 10 x 14 ίντσες.

8. Απλώστε το κριθαράκι στο ταψί.

9. Ρίξτε από πάνω το ελαιόλαδο και ανακατέψτε το με το κριθαράκι μέχρι να λαδωθεί πολύ καλά. Αυτό το βοηθάει να παραμένει σπυρωτό ή "al dente", να μη παραμαλακώσει και να μη λασπώσει όταν ψηθεί στο φούρνο!

10. Προσθέστε το ψιλοκομμένο κρεμμύδι και το σκόρδο. Ανακατέψτε τα.

11. Στη συνέχεια σκορπίστε τις καθαρισμένες γαρίδες παντού στο ταψί.

12. Ρίξτε τη σάλτσα ντομάτας και ανακατέψτε.

13. Προσθέστε περίπου 680 ml νερό στη σάλτσα. Το νερό πρέπει να είναι περίπου 2 cm / 0,8 in. πάνω από το κριθαράκι. Ανακατέψτε να ενωθούν όλα τα υλικά.

14. Αλατοπιπερώστε κατά βούληση και προσθέστε και το μπαχάρι, ανακατεύοντάς τα.

15 Έτοιμο για το φούρνο, δεν ήταν πανεύκολο;

Γ. Οδηγίες ψησίματος:

16. Βάλτε το ταψί στη κάτω σχάρα ενός προθερμασμένου φούρνου, στις πάνω και κάτω αντιστάσεις = @170℃ / 340℉ και ψήστε το φαΐ για περίπου 50' (εξαρτάται από τον φούρνο).

17. ΣΥΜΒΟΥΛΗ-1: ΜΗ ΧΡΗΣΙΜΟΠΟΙΗΣΕΤΕ ΤΟΝ ΑΕΡΑ, γιατί έχει ως αποτέλεσμα το κριθαράκι να στεγνώσει και να ξεραθεί!

18. ΣΥΜΒΟΥΛΗ-2: Μην παραψήσετε το κριθαράκι! Λάβετε υπόψη ότι συνεχίζει να ψήνεται ακόμα και αφού βγάλετε το ταψί από το φούρνο!

19. Μετά από 30' ανοίξτε το φούρνο και ανακατέψτε το κριθαράκι και τις γαρίδες. Επιστρέψτε στο φούρνο.

20. Τα τελευταία 10' πριν να είναι έτοιμο το φαγητό, ανοίξτε το φούρνο και πασπαλίστε από πάνω το τριμμένο τυρί.

21. Μετά από συνολικά 50' θα πρέπει να είναι έτοιμο. Σβήστε το φούρνο.

22. Βγάλτε το ταψί από το φούρνο και βάλτε το σε μια σχάρα ή στον πάγκο της κουζίνας για 10' να δέσει το φαγητό, πριν το σερβίρετε.

Δ. Πρόταση σερβιρίσματος:

23. Σερβίρετε το ψητό Κριθαράκι με Γαρίδες όσο είναι ακόμα πολύ ζεστά. Προαιρετικά, την τελευταία στιγμή, μπορείτε να πασπαλίσετε λίγο ψιλοκομμένο μαϊντανό ξεχωριστά πάνω από κάθε πιάτο.

Αυτό το πεντανόστιμο Κριθαράκι με γαρίδες στο φούρνο είναι πραγματικά ένα πλήρες γεύμα.

Εδώ το σερβίρω με λαχανικά στον ατμό και φρεσκοκομμένο ψωμί.

Πολύ θρεπτικό και υγιεινό, μπορεί να σερβιριστεί για μεσημεριανό ή βραδινό. Θα μπορούσατε ακόμη και να το τοποθετήσετε σε ταπεράκι για μεσημεριανό γεύμα στη δουλειά.

Ρίξτε μια ματιά σε αυτό το πανέμορφο, σπυρωτό Κριθαράκι! Η γεύση του είναι τόσο καλή, καθώς έχει απορροφήσει τη θαλασσινή γεύση από τις γαρίδες.

Ένα πραγματικά απολαυστικό πιάτο για όλη την οικογένεια!!

Ε. Πληροφορίες φύλαξης:

Το ψητό Κριθαράκι με Γαρίδες μπορεί να φυλαχτεί (αφού κρυώσει) σε αεροστεγές δοχείο, στο ψυγείο για έως και 1 εβδομάδα ή στην κατάψυξη για 1 μήνα.

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actually-safer-to-kiss · 4 months

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ok im listening to a spencer reid playlist and "marry me" by bruno mars came on and all i can imagine is its like a week or so after spencer had proposed, and he comes home to reader dancing/singing to the song while cleaning or baking. i would love to see this as a fic 🥺

Sneak Peek

Summary: Spencer comes home from a case to find his new fiancée, Reader, in rare form.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff, kinda sunshine/grump

Content warnings: None

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Here ya go, babes 🩵

Finally, Spencer thinks when he sees his front door. For work, hours on the jet to and from Quantico don’t take as much of a toll on him as one would expect. Passing the hours with debriefs, cards, reading, and sleeping is something he’s grown accustomed to for years at the B.A.U.

This week, however, was different. Before this last-minute case in Cheyenne, Spencer popped the question to you (with the team’s help with set-up and delivery). Of course you said yes. He barely had time to fish the ring from his blazer pocket before you burst out with your answer. But you barely got to enjoy the first 24 hours of being engaged before the team was called to Wyoming the next morning.

But now, it’s Saturday, so that means you’re home. He can already hear music on the other side of the door when he twists his key. Quite an upbeat tune, unusual for your typical taste. While he sticks to classical composers, normally you’re drawn to calm acoustic songs with minimal production. But what he hears when he opens the door is pure pop.

He couldn’t help but smile as he stepped into the apartment, as the familiar scent of home hit him with the smell of something in the oven. You never cook. And you never bake. But Spencer knows what fresh cookies smell like. He followed the sources, rounding the wall that divided the entryway from the kitchen. And there was when his heart skipped a beat. You were there, in a dress, dancing and singing along with the lively tune, completely immersed in a housewife experience of your own making.

This is nothing but out of character for you. You and Spencer regularly put work first before anything. It is expected in your fields that you prioritize work over each other at times. So your wardrobe was mostly pantsuits and black pumps. Prentiss often gave you suggestions on where to shop for your go-to outfits. Which is why Spencer was so stunned to find you in a dress, flowing around your calves as you twirled on the tile floor. Your hair swayed with every movement, and the joy in your eyes was infectious. The room seemed to come alive with the energy you were exuding.

He drank it in, marveling at the happiness radiating from his fiancée. He didn’t think simply clearing his throat would be noticeable. But it was. And suddenly, your batter-doused whisk/makeshift microphone became your weapon of choice. “Spencer!” You exclaimed.

Spencer put his hands up in immediate surrender, his heart momentarily pounding for a different reason. “Woah, it’s okay. It’s just me.”

Your footing in the small space caused you to lose the rhythm of the music as you stumbled. Your socks gave you little friction, but Spencer was quick to save you from mild embarrassment. Granted, his degrees and experience in profiling didn’t exactly prepare him for impromptu dance saves, but he caught you with surprising grace.

“Careful there,” he teased, still holding onto you. “The team will have some choice words with me if they find bruises on you, no matter where they came from.”

You scoffed. “Wow, bruises. So romantic. What a way to greet your future wife.”

Spencer shrugged before lifting you back to your feet, making sure your feet were stable before letting his hands slide from your shoulders. They glided down to your palms as he extended your arms out. “Well, I can certainly say your greeting exceeds mine by miles.” He looks up and down at your dress; a plain green that hugged you at the waist. “I didn’t know you owned any dresses.”

“Hm.” You said. Your hands rolled with his, urging your fingers to link. “I managed to slip something past the genius in this house. Guess you��re not as observant as I thought.”

Spencer’s brows rose as his jaw dropped, instantly ready to roll with this. Sarcasm was something he had to pick up quickly with you, as it’s your default tone. And you have yet to stray after three years. “I’m observant.” The shock translates through his response.

“Clearly not as much as you like to think.” You untangle one of your hands from his and it creeps to cup his cheek, rough with little stubble. “Barely a week of being engaged and you’re already slipping.” You click your tongue as you shake your head.

“I’m very observant. I notice a lot, thank you.” He pulls you close. His now free hand snaking around your waist, just letting your noses brush. He notices how your mouth opens slightly, expecting a kiss as your exhale grazes his upper lip. He was planning to kiss you then and there, and whatever happened next, he was more than happy with.

But you called him out. So now he has to prove you wrong.

“You didn’t sweep up all the flour off the floor.”

Your eyes were half-open, one of the most vulnerable looks he gets to see. But it fizzles as the information clicks in your head. “What?”

“Your socks.” He gestures down to them.

And you look. Black socks were definitely not the wisest choice.

“How many times did you screw up the cookies?” He asked.

“I didn’t screw them up… too much.”

Spencer’s brow quirked.

“Just more flour than the recipe called for. But only because the bag was so difficult to open.”

So, you spilled it. But he kept that part quiet, as you were already turning pink. “How much salt did you use?” He asks instead. Because he’s not above being too gracious.

“Not much.” You bit your lips closed. “Just the standard amount.”

“The standard amount? Did you throw some over your shoulder for luck?” He brushes some grains he spots sticking to your collarbone.

You were still pink, and Spencer could feel the heat rise off your skin. “We… may need to get more sugar from the store.”

“What did you—”

“Not important. The cookies will be ready in three minutes. So, do you want cookies or not?”

“Hm,” He says, eyes glued to your shoulder again. “So if this is sugar…” And he leans down to kiss your shoulder. His mouth is warm against your skin as it scales across the center of your clavicle. His lips brush them before leading up to your neck.

“This is the greeting I expected.” You say.

“Oh, really?” He follows the pulse point that he’s learned makes your knees equivalent to jelly. When he kisses there, but doesn’t let his teeth scrape the delicate skin just yet. He closes his eyes, to get lost in the moment, in you, a bit faster. The excuse of sugar on your skin has long been exhausted, but you indulged regardless, indisputable by the small sounds that escape you as he kisses more. The arm that holds your waist braces to take on your weight when he nips.

And down you go. But he catches you. Once again

“Does my future wife expect more?”

You say nothing. You swallow dryly, but Spencer understands that as a yes from you. He keeps you both still. Nipping again while his other hand takes free range around your dress. It makes you mewl, and he’s close to hoisting you to bed.

“The cookies—” You remind him. “Can’t let them burn. The timer says—mm—two minutes.”

“I have plenty to keep me occupied for two minutes.”

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lady-djarin · 9 months

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apple pie

bucky barnes x f!reader (one shot)

warnings: soft!bucky, longing, flirting, oral (m receiving), pet names (baby, doll), p in v sex (unprotected- wrap it up y’all), fingering, praise, choking, 18+ minors dni GO AWAY YOUNGLINGS

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a/n: heyyy so i finally did it! after way to long here she is. this is not edited very much at all so i apologize but i don’t completely hate it and it fills the hole in my heart that is reserved for bucky <3 enjoy!

Growing up in your small town of Delacroix, Louisiana, everybody knew everybody. One of your good friends growing up was Sarah Wilson. Everyone knew the Wilson’s. especially when Sam became an Avenger. You were born in the city and loved it; the small fishing port, friendly people and small town America feel it had. You worked at one of the oldest diners in town that almost everyone was a regular at. Your uncle owned the place so you helped out when you had the free time. Nothing too exciting ever happened in your sleepy little corner of the south, not until Sam came back to town that is.

The whole town had been buzzing about Sam's return home and all the good work he had done as an Avenger. Sarah had also told you about the “broodingly handsome” friend he had brought home with him. She said that Sam and his friend ‘Bucky’ had been working on the boat constantly, trying to get it up and running. They had stopped in a few times here and there to get lunch or pick up dinner for the whole family but never stayed long enough to talk. There were some moments where you caught the mysterious man looking your way but brushed it off as nothing important. You did agree with Sarah, Bucky was handsome but you figured he’d probably be leaving sometime soon to go save the world or whatever it is that Avengers do.

On Sunday nights you always stayed late to make your signature apple pie for the week to sell at the diner. Everyone had gone home for the night and you were left to finish baking the last pie. You were sitting behind the diner counter, mindlessly scrolling on your phone when the soft jingle of the front door broke you out of your haze.

“Miss apple pie!” Sam's voice was always a cause to make you smile. You were like brother and sister and you had endless good memories growing up with him.

You looked up and your heart skipped a beat when your gaze met that of the dark haired man beside Sam. You hadn’t thought much of him before, he was attractive, sure but not until now did you really feel anything for the man. His hair was messy, just slightly from working on the boat all day and his white shirt was now covered in grease. He looked rugged and tough in an almost perfect way. His blue eyes stood out under his dark eyebrows, they almost glowed in the soft light of the diner.

“Hey you two, come sit down, I just finished making some.” The two tall men sat in front of you, plopping down with a sigh. Bucky rubbed his right shoulder with his left arm and a glint of metal caught your attention, peeking through the end of his sleeve under his glove. You wondered why he wore the glove but never asked, in fear of offending him. You served the boys their slices of pie and watched as they dug in. You loved making food for people, especially baked goods. Watching people enjoy your hard work filled your chest with pride. The three of you ate and talked for a while until your last pie was done in the oven.

“So, what are you still doing in this small town? I always thought you would get out of here and write a book, or do something amazing,” Sam asked as he wiped his mouth where crumbs of pie crust had fallen.

“Well, you know how it is, my family needed me. Plus where would I go? I don't really have anywhere else to go,” you sighed, placing the now done pies in the fridge, ready for the week.

“You could go anywhere, the world is a large place,” Bucky finally spoke up, otherwise quiet until now. You stared at him, kind of in shock, hearing something coming from his lips.

“I guess that's true...” his icy gaze captured yours, making you unable to look away. A sharp ringtone broke through the silence, causing you to lose your focus on the man in front of you.

“Hi Sarah, I-- yes, I’m on my--- Ok! Ok! I'll be right there, bye,” Sam hung up the phone as he rubbed his forehead. “Sorry guys, I promised Sarah I’d help the boys with their homework,” he shoved his phone into his pocket and grabbed his plate to help clean.

“No no, don’t worry about it. You guys go, I'll clean,” you took the plates from both men and turned to put them in the sink.

Bucky finally spoke up again. “I’ll stay and help you clean, I'll meet you at home later Sam,” he grabbed the rest of the dirty dishes and pie tins before rounding the counter. Sam said his goodbyes before rushing out the door, mumbling about being late. The two of you spent some time cleaning and making small talk, he told you about how he met Sam through a mutual friend, who just so happened to be Captain America. So naturally you questioned him about that as much as he would allow, until the entire diner was clean. Soon you both realized how late it was and started to head out.

“Thank you for helping, I appreciate it.”

“No problem, considering Sam dined and dashed,” you laughed at the thought of him being yelled at by Sarah over the phone. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Oh I didn't drive, I only live a few blocks away so I walk,” you motioned down the street, intending to walk alone.

“Well I'm not going to let a pretty lady like you walk home alone,” he stepped closer, eyes lidded and glued to your lips. “Especially looking as sweet as you do,” his hand snaked its way up to your face and he swiped his thumb across your lower lip. He held it up to the light to see a spot of powdered sugar on his thumb.

You were about to say how embarrassing it was that you had it on your face all evening but you had a feeling he did that on purpose when he stuck his thumb into his mouth. He relished the taste on his tongue and the almost imperceivable sound that came from his throat made your chest tighten. He smiled that sweet smile like he didn't just do… that, and he stuck his elbow out to escort you down the sidewalk.

The tone of your conversation had definitely shifted towards flirty while walking back to your apartment. He rested his gloved hand on top of yours, a soft yet strong gesture, telling you he would protect you if need be. The two of you walked side by side, getting to know each other with mindless small talk. He didn't talk much, mostly asking about you but he always looked like you were telling him the most interesting thing in the world. Finally you reached your apartment building, though you tried to walk slowly, because of how much you enjoyed his company.

“Well, this is me. Thank you for walking me home, James,” he told you his full name, although now he regrets it.

“Please, my friends call me Bucky.”

“Oh are we friends... Bucky?” You took a chance and stepped closer, closing the small distance between you two. Testing the waters, you put your hand on his chest, right next to his shoulder. Under his shirt you could feel something hard right near the top of his peck. You kind of toyed with the seam of it under your fingers without trying to draw your eyes to the area.

“It's metal,” he had kind of a lost, sad look in his eye.

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to–” you withdrew from him now, feeling awkward at the confession. You could see the hurt in his eyes from the memories that must be playing in his mind. Sam had told you some of the awful things he went through in the service so you can't imagine what Bucky had gone through.

“It's alright, have a good night, doll,” his soft lips gently kissed the apple of your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

Doll. Doll?

Usually you hated cheesy nicknames that men used to make women feel smaller, but coming from his lips, oh lord did it sound nice. The tall man stood watch as you made your way into your apartment building, one last wave before seeing you disappear into the elevator. He would never admit it, but his heart was in his throat the entire time he was with you.

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“Nothing happened Sam. I walked her home, that's all,” Bucky threw his hands up in defense, neglecting to tell Sam about the kiss on the cheek.

“That's all that better have happened. She's like a sister to me,” Sam was always protective of you, even against his best friend.

“Don't worry Sammy, nothing happened… yet,” he mumbled the last word as he turned away, not letting his friend hear his true intentions.

He would never tell Sam, but he was already over the moon for you, even after only a few interactions. The small smile on your face whenever he spoke, the adorable way you froze when he wiped the sugar off your lip. He had been wanting to do that all night and he was so glad he finally got the courage.

“Buck, I swear, if you so much as think about it–”

“Oh come on, relax! I won’t!”

The two men were standing in the kitchen after the rest of the family had gone to bed. As Sam walked past his friend to go to bed, he whispered to his friend, “Be nice to her, ok? She's like a sister.”

“Will do, Wilson.”

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You were cleaning up the diner after closing, tired and sticky from a long day, ready to go home. You had the radio on louder than usual to motivate the cleaning process, unaware of the door jingle you danced your way around the floor, broom in hand. You spun around a corner to head towards the front and finish sweeping when you collided with a solid chest. A small scream lept from your throat when large hands turned you around to face the most beautiful blue eyes.

“Oh Bucky! You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry doll, just wanted to see if you need a walk home?” His eyes sparkled when he saw your face, a wide smile to go with them.

“I would love that! Let me put this stuff away, give me a minute.”

You put the cleaning supplies away and turned off the lights and radio while Bucky sat at the same barstool the night you met him. When you were done you gathered up your belongings and Bucky walked you out as you locked the door. He offered his elbow just like the last time.

Such a gentleman.

“So, how was your day?” His voice was deeper than usual.

“Oh you know, the usual. Busy.”

You made small talk the whole way home, like you had known each other forever. By the time you got to your building neither of you wanted it to end.

“Hey… do you want to come in for a beer?” You weren't sure how he would perceive it but with how comfortable he seemed with you, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

“I’d love to.”

The two of you walked up to your apartment and settled into your place like you had done it a dozen times. You opened a beer for the both of you and sat on the couch, close enough to make you want to reach out and touch him. Of course Bucky was an attractive guy and the chemistry was electric, but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

After the conversation became comfortable and more than a few beers were empty, you felt bold.

“So…Bucky…” You were still nervous to ask.

“Yes, doll?”

“Can I ask you something…personal?”

You could see the slight change in his demeanor, the anxiety in his face.

“Anything.”

“What happened to your arm?” You could feel your heartbeat out of your chest as your voice shook.

There was a static silence, something shifted in him and you could see it.

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It-it’s none of my business… I’m sorry.” you got up and collected the empty bottles, heading to the kitchen when his voice froze you.

“It was the war…” he sounded distant. Like he was in that memory again.

“Bucky, please its ok, I'm sorry i ask–”

“No I… I want to tell you. It was a mission, I thought I was dead...”

You couldn't bear to hear anymore, you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. He didn't know how to react at first but he slowly slipped his hands around your waist, pulling you into him. He held you like you were a lifeline, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I'm so sorry Bucky… you didn't deserve this.”

He breathed deep, like he was holding back a sob. You rubbed your hands up and down his back, soothing him while he steadied his breathing again. He pulled away from you just enough to bring his face to yours, his breath fanned across your lips. You looked into each other's eyes, you could feel the mood change. Something was different.

He slid his gloved hand up your arm until it cradled your cheek, the leather feeling foreign on your skin. You put your hand over the glove, pulling it down to your face. Slowly turning over his hand you undid the strap on the top of his glove. Pulling the glove off, revealing a dark gray metal in place of fingers. There were intricate gold details woven through the thin plates of metal.

“Oh my god…”

“I know it's–” he tried to pull his hand away.

“It's beautiful.” You were in shock, it was like he was made of midnight sky with gold stars flying across it.

He was stunned to say the least, unsure of how to respond. Instead, he placed his steel hand on your cheek again. You thought it would be cold, unfeeling. It was quite the opposite, it felt as alive as him.

You turned your head to kiss the inside of his palm, trailing your lips down to the inside of his wrist. You could hear a small hum from his chest, an approval.

That made you want to test the waters.

You put his hand back on your face, moving your face closer to him. You couldn't lie, you wanted to see what his arm looked like, actually, all of him. You slid your hand from his wrist up to his bicep and felt the lines of metal under the cotton shirt clinging to his body. He jolted in surprise but didn’t move away from you as you ran your fingers over the curves of muscle on his arms.

You could still see some hesitation in his beautiful eyes, telling you not many other people might have seen as much of him. You wanted to show him this wasn't some meaningless fling to you, you understood the gravity of this for him.

“James…” He smirked at the formality. “You can tell me to stop.”

The thought never came to him. Instead of putting it into words, he hauled you into his seated lap. The motion pleasantly surprised you, you were glad he took charge and made the decision. You could feel the hardness under your thighs, making it seem like all of him was made of metal. The slightest roll of your hips made him groan from deep in his chest.

“Baby I-” The nickname slipped off his tongue so naturally you almost missed it. “I haven't, uhh, you know– it's been a while.”

“Hey, it's ok. Me too,” you laughed at yourself. Dating in a small town is hard, especially when you know everyone and everyone knows you. You were still moving in his lap, almost undetectable, but enough to make his length harden.

You couldn't tell but he was losing his grip, trying to hold back and not rush you either. You had him mesmerized, lost in your eyes and his hands on your hips that were moving against him. He wanted nothing more than to touch every inch and taste just as much. You were lazily kissing, neither one wanted to break the spell.

His lips were soft like silk and he smelled like smoke and motor oil. The thought of him working on that boat with Sam made your thighs clench. You could imagine him bare chested and sweaty out in the Louisiana sun. You intertwined your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck to draw him closer. The motion sealed your lips together further and his tongue danced across yours as his hands roamed your body. He caressed and squeezed every curve he could find, leaving you breathless.

You needed more.

You wanted to taste him.

You kissed your way down his neck and clothed chest all while trying to remove his shirt. You slid down on your knees between his thighs and looked up at him with bated breath. He didn't object to your action and you took it as a sign to continue. You worked the button and zipper open on his jeans and he moved his hips out of the confining fabric. His hard length was tenting his underwear and your mouth practically watered at the sight. Your hands on his thighs slid closer to the waistband of his boxers, pulling the fabric slightly. You peppered little kisses and small bites along all his clothed skin, watching him get visibly harder.

“Oh fuck baby…” his voice was dark and soothing. He was holding back for your sake, letting you do what you want but he was slowly starting to slip.

You finally removed the remaining clothing around his hips and motioned for him to remove his shirt. The muscles on his chest strained with the effort and before he leaned back again you were on him. You wrapped your mouth around the head dripping with precum before he even saw you do it.

“Shit–” His hands flew into your hair to hold you just like that and he relaxed into the couch. Your mouth worked him the best you could but he wasn't a small guy by any standard. Your eyes watered when you took him all the way, your nose hitting the curls at the base of him. He groaned at the warmth of your mouth and knew he wouldn't last long. You bobbed your head up and down while his large hand gripped your hair, pulling just hard enough to feel good. You knew you were dripping, ruining your underwear but you didn't care. All you wanted was to hear this man moan your name for as long as he’d allow. Your name came in broken moans as he chased his high.

Bucky was getting carried away, he should be the one pleasing you not the other way around, he thought. But when you slid your tongue up the vein running along him, he was powerless to stop you. He almost felt guilty for it but couldn't bring himself to make you stop, you felt too good.

The salty taste of precum told you he was close, painfully close, so naturally… you slowed down. You were torturing him a little bit but having this powerful super soldier in the palm of your hand was just too good. You could see the almost painful look in his face when he looked down at you, urging you to touch him.

“James… I need you.”

His name, those three words, it sent him tumbling over that edge of control. He extended his hand to help you up and before you could get your bearings he pulled you down to fall onto the couch. So there you were, face down in the pillow with your fully clothed ass in his face. He pulled the band of your soft pants down your hips, along with your underwear, fully exposing you. The cool air of the room brushed your skin as he moved behind you. His hands were steady as they moved across the skin of your ass. You were dripping no doubt. The slick feeling was making you blush, Bucky hadn’t even really touched you yet and you were practically putty in his hands.

Your heart was thundering in your chest knowing he was staring at you, probably deciding what to do. After a brief moment he pulled you up against his chest, one hand on your chest over your shirt and the other sneaking up under the hem of the fabric.

“Jesus, you…” he nuzzled his nose into the hair draped over your neck. “You're so soft.”

He ran his hands under your top and pulled the thin bra over your hardening nipples. He lightly brushed his fingertips over the pebbled skin and you unclasped the band of your bra and pulled off your top to let him have full access to all of you. His touch was so soft and sweet, it made you even wetter. You had a feeling he was holding back because he was afraid to hurt you.

Oh, if he only knew.

“Please, Bucky… I-I want you. All of you.” your voice was so small that you barely heard it.

“What baby? What do you need?”

You clenched around nothing hearing his voice, whining a response not able to form words. You pushed your hips back into him, feeling his hard length against your soft backside. His voice echoed in your ear, almost like a low growl from his chest.

“I– p-please…” You were delirious. And his roaming hands were not helping.

His lips were just as curious as his hands. His tongue was tracing the strong pulse in your neck all the way up to your ear. He sucked on the sensitive skin behind your ear and you rolled your head back to accommodate him. You couldn't help how your eyes fluttered closed when he pulled your hair back to keep your neck exposed. His fingers were tangled in your hair, he completely controlled where your head was. You moaned as he continued to lick and nip at your neck and slowly inched his metal fingers toward your slick center.

The dark metal was biting in a good way, harder than flesh but still comforting to the touch. The gold glinted off the low light in the room, catching your eye. Your gaze followed his fingers as they spread the wetness around your clit. You moaned as he sped up his movements until you were a painting mess, his arms the only thing holding you up.

“Oh f-fuck… mmm Ja–James…” You whined when he pushed his middle two fingers into your heat. Your hips ground onto his hand, the metal smooth yet the grooves in the design made you dizzy as your sensitive bundle of nerves ground into the heel of his hand. You were seeing stars and were quickly barreling toward a release. His chest pressed against your back let you feel his climbing heartbeat and rapid breathing.

Just as you felt a warmth start to spread in your lower stomach, he pulled his expert fingers away. You slumped against the loss and moaned in protest.

“I need to see your face when you cum.”

He swallowed your moan and shifted you to lay on your back, ever so softly. Ever the gentleman. Your heart swelled. Before you had a chance to register, his massive arms opened your legs and pushed your knees up to your chest. His grip was strong enough to bruise and you hoped it did. He ran his metal fingers over your soft folds, through your slick and hummed as he licked it off.

“Mhmm, sweet as apple pie.” He gave you that devastatingly brilliant smirk that just made you melt.

You hummed as he rubbed his tip through your folds, his chest exhaling above your face. He locked eyes with you as he guided his length into your swollen pussy. You practically purred as he bottomed out inside you. It was like liquid ecstasy was running through your veins, something you never experienced before.

“Jesus Christ, look at you doll.” His voice sounded like it had been dragged out of him, across gravel. The sound made you clench around him. “Y’look so pretty like this…” his words were almost slurred, like he was drunk on you.

And if he was honest with himself; he was drunk on you. This was a new feeling, entirely its own. It felt like his body was reacting to yours in some indescribable way. As he rocked into you, the only sounds were of your quiet moans and breaths, your noises spurring him on more.

“L-let me hear you baby… talk t– talk to me.”

“James… oh my– my god, you feel so…so good.” You clung onto his arms as they framed your head. You turned toward his mechanic arm, your lips meeting his thumb. You licked the digit, wanting to feel the metal in your mouth. He must have noticed your unconscious movements because he adjusted his arm and cupped his hand around your jaw, the thumb teasing your bottom lip. His hips never lost their rhythm as he pushed his thumb into your mouth. You moaned and sucked on his finger and his grip tightened on your face and eventually slid to your neck.

You couldn’t help the small smile that broke on your lips. You knew he saw it, and that he knew what it meant. The metal digits tightened around your throat, just enough to send stars across your vision.

“Oh fuck… you’re so fu— fucking tight. You— you like that don’t you? You like my hand around your throat?”

He was picking up the pace now. Whether he meant to or not his hips were slamming into you much harder now, every thrust causing his grip to tighten on your neck. The lewd noise of him moving inside you was ringing in your ears, the loss of blood flow made you dizzy. But you think you might just die if he stopped.

He kept his Vibranium hand on your pulse while he sat back and reached between you. For a moment you thought he was going to stop but when his fingers found your sensitive clit, you gasped at the feeling. He knew just how to fill your veins with fire, set your whole body ablaze. As he expertly circled your bundle of nerves you could feel his significant size swell inside you. You knew he was close.

“Bu— Bucky… please…” your words were long and drawn out. You were teetering on the edge now, practically vibrating with your pent up release. You needed one thing, one small thing to send you over that edge.

And he was that one thing.

“Fuck— where?”

You knew his release was going to be your salvation. You wrapped your legs around his hips, sealing him to you, telling him to empty inside you. Your walls clamped down on him, wringing him dry as he came and practically whined in your ear. He never stopped his movements on your clit. Feeling him finish inside you was all you needed to scream his name as the fire in your veins exploded. You came harder than you ever have before, like nothing you ever experienced.

You both could do nothing but lay there as your bodies recovered. Bucky stroked your arm and hummed as you nuzzled into him.

“Shower?” his chest rumbled with the words.

“Only if I can come with.”

“Deal.”

He kissed you all the way to the bathroom and didn’t let you lift a finger while he turned on the shower and made sure there were towels for both of you.

You didn’t know what to expect of the mysterious soldier but, boy you were not disappointed.

Sadly, you had a feeling deep in your stomach that he wouldn’t be around long. I mean, who can expect a superhero to stick around for very long when there is a whole word to save.

But damn it if you weren’t going to enjoy it while it lasted.

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Oven Baked Swordfish Fillets “Plaki” with Potatoes

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Oven Baked Swordfish Fillets “Plaki” with Potatoes – Xifias Fetes Plaki sto fourno me Patates BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy

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Serves 3-4 persons Fish Plaki is a traditional, delicious, easy-to-make Greek dish of oven baked fish. The Greek word “plaki” is used to describe any dish that is usually cooked flat with tomatoes, onion, olive oil and vegetables in the oven. You can use any white-fleshed fish fillet. In this recipe, I use swordfish which has an exceptional meaty taste and I add potatoes to create a whole meal. Needless to say that potatoes are all the money! Let me show you how to make this easy dish, a guaranteed new family favorite (also for kids who don’t usually eat fish). R U IN?

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INGREDIENTS: • 660 gr / 1 lb 7.6 oz / 3 Swordfish fillets (skinless, washed, thickness/slice: 1 cm/0.4 in) • 850 gr / 1 lb 13.5 oz / 6 Potatoes • 1/3 cup / 80 ml / 5.5 tbsp. Olive oil • 1 large, ripe Tomato • 300 gr / 10.5 oz / 3 fresh, medium, ripe Tomatoes • 1 large Onion • 1-2 Garlic Cloves • 1 tsp. Sugar • 1 tsp. dry Thyme (altern: 2 twigs fresh thyme) • 1 tsp. dry Oregano • Ground Salt and Pepper

METHOD: A. Prebake the Potatoes: 1. First peel potatoes. Place them in a large bowl with cold water. 2. Rinse them a couple times and shed their water. 3. Chop them in thin rounds of about ½ cm / 0.2 in thick. Place them back in the bowl.

4. Drizzle on top 2 tbsp. olive oil and season them with ground Salt and Pepper. 5. Rub half of the dry oregano and thyme with your palms and sprinkle on top of the potatoes. 6. Mix now potatoes with your hands or a large spoon. 7. Line a large Pyrex dish or oven tray with parchment paper. 8. Spread the potato rounds in a single layer on the paper.

9. Half-bake potato rounds in a preheated oven FAN @190℃/ 375℉ for 35'-40'. 10. Then remove them from the oven and let them cool down a bit while preparing the plaki dish.

B. Prepare fish and rest of ingredients for baking: 11. Chop garlic clove in small chunks. Cut Onion in 4-5 round slices and chop the rest in smaller chunks, mixing them with the garlic. 12. Cut the large tomato in round slices. Mush the 3 medium tomatoes in a food processor. 13. Tip: If using mashed, fresh tomatoes like me, the baked tomato sauce will be lighter in color and taste, but so fresh and sweet. For a rich tomato sauce, use canned, thick tomato sauce instead (passata).

14. Oil the bottom of a baking Pyrex tray 23 x 35 cm / 9 x 12 in. with 2.5 tbsp. Olive Oil. 15. Pour half of the tomato sauce in the tray. 16. Spread the fish fillets in the tray. Turn the fillets around so that they can absorb some of the oil and tomato sauce on both sides.

17. Around them, scatter the half-baked potato rounds. 18. Pour the rest of tomato sauce on top. With a spoon, spread the sauce on top of both potatoes and fish. 19. Scatter around the chopped onions and garlic plus the sugar. 20. Season with ground salt and pepper, to taste. 21. Rub and sprinkle on top the rest of dry oregano and thyme. 22. Drizzle a dash of olive oil on top of each fish fillet. 23. Place a layer of onion slices on top of the swordfish fillets. 24. Add a layer of tomato rounds on top and season with a bit more ground salt. 25. The tray is now ready to go into the oven.

C. Baking instructions: 26. Bake Swordfish Plaki in a preheated oven, FAN @190℃/ 375℉ first for about 30' (depends on the oven). 27. Then, raise oven temperature to @200℃/ 400℉, change oven into "Grill" Setting, move tray to the top shelf and grill for about 5' extra, for a crispy and golden effect. 28. Then remove the tray from the oven. 29. The baked Swordfish plaki is ready! Looks absolutely gorgeous!!

D. Serving suggestion: Serve it while still hot from the oven.

You can serve it together with some steamed veggies like broccoli and cauliflower.

What did I tell you? Potatoes are all the money!

A great, quick Sunday family lunch!

Kali epitixia, Good luck with creating it!

E. Storage info: Leftovers can be stored after they cool down, in an airtight container, in the fridge for up to 1 week.

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Ξιφίας Φέτες Πλακί στο φούρνο με Πατάτες BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy Σερβίρει 3-4 άτομα Το Ψάρι Πλακί είναι ένα παραδοσιακό, νόστιμο, εύκολο στην παρασκευή πιάτο με ψάρι στο φούρνο. Η ελληνική λέξη «πλακί» χρησιμοποιείται για να περιγράψει κάθε πιάτο που συνήθως ψήνεται πλακέ στο φούρνο μαζί με ντομάτες, κρεμμύδια, ελαιόλαδο και λαχανικά. Μπορείτε να χρησιμοποιήσετε όποιο φιλέτο λευκόσαρκου ψαριού θέλετε. Σε αυτή τη συνταγή χρησιμοποιώ ξιφία που έχει εξαιρετική κρεάτινη γεύση και προσθέτω πατάτες για να δημιουργήσω ένα πλήρες γεύμα. Περιττό να σας πω ότι οι πατάτες είναι όλα τα λεφτά! Πάμε λοιπόν να σας δείξω πώς να φτιάξετε αυτό το εύκολο, εγγυημένα νέο αγαπημένο φαγητό για όλη την οικογένεια (επίσης για παιδιά που συνήθως δεν τρώνε ψάρι). ΨΗΝΕΣΤΕ;

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ΥΛΙΚΑ: • 660 γρ / 1 lb 7,6 oz / 3 φιλέτα-φέτες Ξιφία (χωρίς πέτσα, πλυμένες, πάχος/φέτα: 1 εκ. / 0,4 in) • 850 γρ / 1 lb 13,5 oz / 6 Πατάτες • 1/3 φλ. / 80 ml / 5,5 κ.σ. Ελαιόλαδο • 1 μεγάλη, ώριμη Ντομάτα • 300 γρ / 10,5 oz / 3 φρέσκες, μέτριες, ώριμες Ντομάτες • 1 μεγάλο Κρεμμύδι • 1-2 Σκελίδες Σκόρδο • 1 κ.γ. Ζάχαρη • 1 κ.γ. ξερό Θυμάρι (εναλλακτικά: 2 κλωνάρια φρέσκο θυμάρι) • 1 κ.γ. ξερή Ρίγανη • Φρεσκοαλεσμένο αλάτι και πιπέρι

ΜΕΘΟΔΟΣ: Α. Μισοψήστε τις πατάτες: 1. Ξεφλουδίστε πρώτα τις πατάτες. Βάλτε τις σε ένα μεγάλο μπολ με κρύο νερό. 2. Ξεπλύντε τις μια-δυο φορές και μετά χύστε το νερό τους. 3. Κόψτε τις σε λεπτές ροδέλες πάχους περίπου ½ εκ. / 0,2 in. Τοποθετήστε τις ξανά στο μπολ.

4. Περιχύστε από πάνω 2 κ.σ. ελαιόλαδο και αλατοπιπερώστε. 5. Τρίψτε με τις παλάμες σας τη μισή από τη ξερή ρίγανη και το μισό θυμάρι και πασπαλίστε τα πάνω από τις πατάτες. 6. Ανακατέψτε τώρα τις πατάτες με τα χέρια σας ή με ένα μεγάλο κουτάλι. 7. Στρώστε με λαδόκολλα ένα μεγάλο ταψί πυρέξ ή λαμαρίνα. 8. Απλώστε τις στρογγυλές πατάτες σε μία στρώση πάνω στη λαδόκολλα.

9. Μισοψήστε τις πατάτες σε προθερμασμένο φούρνο στον αέρα @190℃/ 375℉ για 35'-40'. 10. Στη συνέχεια βγάλτε τις από το φούρνο και αφήστε να κρυώσουν λίγο ενόσω ετοιμάζετε το πλακί.

Β. Ετοιμάστε τα ψάρια και τα υπόλοιπα υλικά για ψήσιμο: 11. Κόψτε τη σκελίδα σκόρδο σε μικρά κομμάτια. Κόψτε το κρεμμύδι σε 4-5 στρογγυλές φέτες και το υπόλοιπο ψιλοκόψτε το, ανακατεύοντάς με τα σκόρδα. 12. Κόψτε τη μεγάλη ντομάτα σε στρογγυλές φέτες. Πολτοποιήστε τις 3 μέτριες ντομάτες με μούλτι �� μπλέντερ. 13. Συμβουλή: Αν χρησιμοποιήσετε πολτοποιημένες, φρέσκες ντομάτες όπως εγώ, η ψημένη σάλτσα ντομάτας θα είναι πιο ελαφριά σε χρώμα και γεύση, αλλά πιο φρέσκια και γλυκειά. Για πιο πλούσια σάλτσα ντομάτας, χρησιμοποιήστε πηχτή σάλτσα ντομάτας σε κονσέρβα (πασάτα).

14. Λαδώστε τον πάτο ενός ταψιού Pyrex 23 x 35 cm / 9 x 12 in. με 2,5 κ.σ. Ελαιόλαδο. 15. Ρίξτε τη μισή σάλτσα ντομάτας στο ταψί. 16. Απλώστε τις φέτες ξιφία στο ταψί. Αναποδογυρίστε τα φιλέτα για να απορροφήσουν λίγο από το λάδι και τη σάλτσα ντομάτας και από τις δύο πλευρές.

17. Γύρω τους σκορπίστε τις μισοψημένες στρογγυλές πατάτες. 18. Ρίξτε από πάνω την υπόλοιπη σάλτσα ντομάτα. Με ένα κουτάλι απλώστε τη πάνω από τις πατάτες και το ψάρι. 19. Σκορπίστε παντού τα ψιλοκομμένα κρεμμύδια και σκόρδα συν τη ζάχαρη. 20. Αλατοπιπερώστε, κατά βούληση. 21. Τρίψτε και πασπαλίστε από πάνω την υπόλοιπη ξερή ρίγανη και το θυμάρι. 22. Περιχύστε μια σταλιά ελαιόλαδο πάνω από κάθε φιλέτο ψαριού. 23. Τοποθετήστε μια στρώση στρογγυλές φέτες κρεμμυδιού πάνω από τα φιλέτα ξιφία. 24. Προσθέστε από πάνω μια στρώση στρογγυλές ντομάτες και αλατίστε λίγο ακόμα. 25. Το ταψί είναι τώρα έτοιμο να μπει στο φούρνο.

Γ. Οδηγίες ψησίματος: 26. Ψήστε τον Ξιφία Πλακί σε προθερμασμένο φούρνο, στον αέρα @190℃/ 375℉ πρώτα για περίπου 30' (εξαρτάται από τον φούρνο). 27. Στη συνέχεια, ανεβάστε τη θερμοκρασία του φούρνου στους @200℃/ 400℉, αλλάξτε το φούρνο στη ρύθμιση "ΓΚΡΙΛ", μετακινήστε το ταψί στο επάνω ράφι και ψήστε τα φιλέτα για περίπου 5' επιπλέον, για ένα τραγανό και χρυσαφένιο αποτέλεσμα. 28. Στη συνέχεια, αφαιρέστε το ταψί από το φούρνο. 29. Έτοιμος ο ξιφίας πλακί! Φαίνεται λαχταριστός!!

Δ. Πρόταση σερβιρίσματος: Σερβίρετε αυτό το πιάτο όσο είναι ακόμα ζεστό ��πό το φούρνο.

Τι σας είπα? Οι Πατάτες είναι όλα τα λεφτά!!

Μπορείτε να το σερβίρετε μαζί με λαχανικά στον ατμό όπως μπρόκολο και κουνουπίδι.

Ένα υπέροχο, γρήγορο Κυριακάτικο οικογενειακό γεύμα!

Καλή επιτυχία στη δημιουργία σας!

Ε. Πληροφορίες φύλαξης: Τα υπολείμματα μπορούν να φυλαχτούν αφού κρυώσουν, σε αεροστεγές δοχείο, στο ψυγείο για έως και 1 εβδομάδα.

Κοιτάξτε επίσης την συνταγή μου σε YouTube βίντεο, το λίνκ είναι: ΕΔΩ

#lunch #dinner #maincourse #fish #potatoes #diet #children #gluten #lactose #swordfish #fish plaki #oven baked swordfish with potatoes #φετες ξιφια πλακι με πατατες #ψαρι #ψάρι #πατάτες #φέτες ξιφία πλακί στο φούρνο με πατάτες

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bitch from da souf - c. sturniolo

black!fem reader x chris, backshots, oral ( fem receving )

do not interact if you're a minor!

"i throw that ass back to see if he gon catch it."

"hello everyone, today we're filming-"

"it's the deaf, mute, and blind baking challenge, period!" y/n grins at the camera, causing nick to glare at her playfully and slap her arm, "nick, what the fuck?"

"that was supposed to be my line," nick said, a fake annoyed tone, causing y/n to roll her eyes playfully.

"anyway!" matt begins, already sensing an oncoming play fight between the two best friends, "we need to decide who's what."

"i call deaf!" y/n grinned, holding her hand up as she looked at the three triplets, "i have the best music taste, let's not even lie."

"facts," nick agrees, pointing at y/n, "let's be mute together."

"you both just want an excuse to listen to music and not do shit," matt muses as he crosses his arms, causing y/n to nudge him playfully.

"you just mad cause you not gon be my deaf twin," y/n shrugs comically, causing matt and chris to roll their eyes.

"i guess i'll be mute then," chris says, and y/n snorts, causing him to glare at her, "what was that about?"

y/n just shrugged, a small smirk on her lips as she helped set up the ingredients. "it's just about time yo ass is finally gon be shut up."

matt's eyes go wide and nick holds back a laugh, whilst chris pokes his tongue inside his cheek and shakes his head at y/n, going to stand next to her as he bends down in her ear. "i can think of a million ways to shut you up, ma."

y/n cheeks heat up, giving chris's shoulder a smack as she gestures to the camera that was currently recording them — he just smirks and goes to get a blindfold while nick hands y/n a set of headphones.

y/n and nick grin at each other as the both of them have their headphones on, chris giving them a look as he's helping tie the blindfold around matt's eyes.

"OKAY, LET'S START!" y/n shouts, clapping her hands together, as she moves to lean on the counter next to chris, "yo matt, open this shit up!"

"oh my gosh, it's our song!" nick says to y/n excitedly, causing the girl's eyes to widen as she grins widely.

"oh bitch, period!" y/n says, beginning to dance as in the party by flo milli is playing in her ears, "yeah bitch i got yo man, since you bad hoe, come catch him if you can!"

matt taps on y/n shoulders as the girl begins dancing. "Y/N, HELP ME WITH THIS!"

y/n turns to matt with a grin, still dancing as she's trying to read his lips. "NO MATT, WE NOT COOKING FISH!"

chris shakes his head as he watches the girl, ultimately deciding to go and help matt once he sees matt throw his hands up in frustration.

"DICKS UP WHEN I STEP IN THE PARTY, YO MAIN DUDE WANNA FEEL ON MY BODY!" y/n and nick sing, dancing with each other, "AND IF I TAKE HIM BITCH, I WON'T SAY I'M SORRY!"

"i do what i want, don't report to nobody!" y/n sings, dancing next to chris, shooting the boy a grin as he's trying to help matt with the batter.

"nick, preheat the fucking oven!" matt yells at the oldest triplet, causing him to look at y/n in confusion as he's still singing.

y/n goes and playfully pushes chris to side, beginning to help matt with the batter. "MATT, I'M GONNA HELP YOU WITH THIS BATTER!"

"i've been telling you to do that for five fucking minutes!" matt yells back to her, and oblivious to his obvious annoyed tone, y/n just smiles at him and gives him a thumbs up.

y/n's eyes go wide as she points at nick again, a big grin taking over her face. "THIS IS MY SHIT, STOP PLAYING!"

"PERIOD!" nick yells, pointing back at y/n, as she starts dancing rather provacatively.

"i throw dat ass back to see if he gon catch it, ain't athletic but it's tennis for the necklace," y/n raps, swaying her hips back and forth.

chris suddenly stops what he's doing as he watches y/n glide her hips back and forth in the open space near the oven and sink, nick hyping her up as she does so — he's also ignored matt's pleas to help as all he can focus on is the way her ass moves up and down as she's dancing.

"ay where that cash at, i stack it like tetris!" she continues rapping, now seemingly in her own world as she continues dancing, "real gutter bitch, real plugs and connections."

chris still had his eyes on her, watching the way nick and her giggled as she continued dancing — she accidentally bumped into matt, causing the boy to groan and shake his head.

"SORRY, MATT!" y/n giggles, hugging the middle triplet then ruffling his hair, and he pushes her off of him causing her to roll her eyes.

"FIRST I MAKE HIM EAT IT TILL HE LOCK JAW," y/n continues rapping, throwing her hands up as she round the kitchen counter, "GIVE IT TO HIM GOOD, KNOCK A NIGGA SOCKS OFF!"

"i run it up, they busy runnin they mouth!" nick raps with y/n, hyping her up, as she goes back to where is, beginning to throw it back again.

"I'M A REAL ASS, RICH ASS, BITCH FROM THA SOUTH!" y/n raps, as she swaying whilst chris was next to her, the boy having had his breath caught in his throat.

chris was well aware that y/n and him were only best friends, but it was hard to look at her like that when since they had first met he'd get so sexually frustrated around her. of course, chris never knew that y/n had always found him attractive too, and would have to refrain from being around him sometimes due to this fact.

like right now, chris had the strong urge to just bend y/n over the kitchen table and fuck her from behind, making her scream his name — he shook his head to try and rid himself of these thoughts, going back to focusing trying to clean up the mess they made.

chris watched as y/n was still bopping her head to the song as she grabbed the tray away from matt, walking over to the oven — he watched the brownskin girl as she set the tray atop, then she bent over to open the oven.

he didn't even realize what he was doing until he reached y/n, gently taking her hips and pulling her ass to him in the hit it from behind motion.

"what the fuck- CHRIS!" y/n says, her eyes wide as she turns to look at him, shock evident on her face.

"couldn't help myself ma, with that ass shaking so pretty in front of me," chris whispers in her ear, pulling his bandana down slightly so she could hear him.

he gives her a wink and slips it back on, nick having watched the two with raised eyebrows. "great, now i have to edit that cause the fans will go crazy."

y/n felt her cheeks get hot at the action chris did, and the fact that he just walked away from her like he didn't just do that — the worst part was that she liked it, she wished he would've done more than that.

"FUCK!" nick yells, causing matt to throw his hands up in irritation, "WE FORGOT TO BUY FUCKING OVEN MITTS!"

"are you kidding me?" matt says angrily, taking his blindfold from off his eyes, looking at his brothers and best friend in shock, "who was in charge of that?"

the three brothers all turned towards y/n, who had finally looked up from where she had put the batch in, giving them confused expressions. "WHAT?"

"you forgot the buy the oven mitts!" matt says, throwing his hands up at her.

"shit, you said what, matt?" y/n asks with a sweet smile, taking the headphones off.

"you- just nevermind," matt sighs, running his hand along his face, motioning to nick, "nick, let's go and buy it real quick."

"fine, whatever," nick says with an eyeroll, taking the headphones off and pausing the music, "please don't do anything stupid while we're gone!"

"the fuck would we do?" y/n asks with a confused expression, and matt shoots her a look of amusement.

soon matt and nick are headed out the door, and y/n lets out a sigh — when she turns around, chris is standing right behind her, his usual smirk on his face as he looks down at the girl with hungry eyes. y/n's breath hitches in her throat at the way he's looking at her, causing her to back into the kitchen table.

"i was serious about what i said earlier, you know," chris says in a low rasp, putting both hands on the counter behind y/n, trapping her in between, "about knowing ways to shut you up."

"then why you ain't did it yet?" y/n challenges, feeling the pool already forming in between legs, as she almost lost balance.

"as much as i want to ma, i wanna have a taste of you instead," chris growls, his large hands going to grab the shorter girl and hoisting her onto the counter.

she immediately pulls him in by the neck and attaches her lips to his hungrily, both of them battling for dominance — chris pulls away slightly, his lips already red and swollen as he eyes the girl greedily, then he reattaches his lips to her neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it.

he reaches down towards the waistband of her shorts, tugging at it as it snapped, causing a low gasp to escape her lips as she squeezes her brown thighs together. "fuck, i need you so bad."

"lean back mama, i'm gonna make you feel so good," chris whispers in her ear, pressing her stomach back.

y/n leans back and scoots back on the counter, giving him enough access to practically rip her shorts down from under her — he was immediately met with y/n's already glistening pussy, causing his cock to stiffen at the sight.

"look at you, not wearing any fuckin panties," he chuckles lowly, spreading her legs apart whilst keeping eye contact with her, "such a pretty pussy, ma."

"p-please, chris," y/n whimpers, "i need-"

without warning, chris dives in between y/n's legs, not wasting time in licking a stripe up her sensitive bundle of nerves, emitting a moan from the girl. he greedily latches his hands onto het thighs, pulling her closer to him as if she'll somehow slip from his grasp.

"fuck chris, that feels so good," y/n moans out, throwing her head back as her hands find themselves tangled into his brown locks.

he continues pleasuring her with his tongue, burying his face deep inside her pussy as he flicks his tongue on it every which way — y/n lets out moans, filling up the empty space of the kitchen.

"oh fuck, you taste so good," chris says breathlessly, pulling away, his face glistening in her juices.

he dives back in, reveling in the sweet taste of her, knowing that nobody could ever make her feel as good as he is in this moment.

"chris, i-i'm close," y/n moans out, her head still thrown back.

this causes him to finally take his face out of her pussy, a smirk on his face as he does so, which causes her to look at him in confusion. "w-why would you stop?"

"cause you're gonna cum on this cock, ma," chris said, "now bend that ass over."

y/n obliges, getting up from the counter and going to turn around — chris quickly pulls his pants down, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach as it leaks with pre-cum.

he lines himself up with y/n, using her juices as lube as he strokes it once, causing a groan to escape his lips and a moan to slip out her mouth.

"just put in already!" y/n begs.

chris grins as he slowly pushes inside of her, a moan falling from both of their lips. "fuck, you're so tight."

chris begins to move in and out of her at a slow pace at first, the soft slapping of skin can be heard — y/n moans at the feeling of her best friend going in and out of her, having been waiting for this moment for forever.

chris quickly picks up his pace, now slamming into her from behind — y/n grips the kitchen counter in front of her, her breasts bouncing as he fucks into her.

"oh my gosh, fuck chris!" y/n whines out, as he goes to attach his lips to her neck, one of his hands going to cup her breast as the other stays on her waist.

"fuck ma, you feel so fucking good around my cock like this," chris pants out, squeezing her nipple in between his index and thumb fingers.

"i-i'm so close, baby," y/n moans out, throwing her head back, "i'm gonna cum..."

"cum on my cock ma, give it to me," chris rasps, still pounding into her from behind.

y/n releases her juices onto chris's cock, moaning his name as she does so — that's enough for chris too, as he shoots his loud out inside of her, moaning her name as he does.

he helps the both of them ride out their highs, then chris pulls out of y/n, both catching their breaths as the reality of what happened sets in.

"fuck, i've wanted to do that for so long," chris breathes out, helping y/n put her shorts back on.

"you ain't know how long i wanted you to," y/n giggles, looking up at chris, "is this gonna change shit between us?"

"nah," chris says, smiling down at the girl, pulling his pants up, "but let's just keep this between us, alright?"

"you right, matt gon throw a hissy fit if he ever found out," y/n laughed, grabbing some paper towels to clean up the space they occupied.

chris sent a smack to y/n's ass, causing her to gasp and turn to him with a playful glare. "didn't you touch my ass enough?"

"who says i ever got enough of it?" chris grins at her, licking his lips as he walks over to her and squeezes her ass.

"yeah, you definitely an ass dude."

@luverboychris , @mrssturnioloo , @mattsturniolosleftnut 💕 gfs ily

omgggg look who finally wrote some more smut !!😩😩😩 i got hella requests too, so im excited for y'all to read that too ! im so sorry not uploading any, i've lost a little motivation for it, but im tryna bounce back.💌

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