i love to cook!

anonymous asked:

I would love a prompt about Robron cooking together

“Robert,” Aaron’s voice flitted through the kitchen, slightly panicked, “Robert, is it supposed to look like that?” 

Robert came walking quickly back in, drying his hands on his jeans. 

“I leave you alone for two minutes…” he said, checking on the frying pan in front of Aaron. “That looks fine, what’s the problem?”

“I don’t know, it just started.. sizzling, and I’ve never done this before, have I?” 

Robert laughed and pinched Aaron’s side. 

“You were the one who asked me how to make risotto! It’s fine, the onions have to look translucent before we add anything else… don’t you want to help me make it?” 

“Just thought it weren’t so bad when you made it a couple of weeks ago,” Aaron admitted, and Robert grinned. 

“I’m glad you like my cooking - I won’t leave again then,” Robert said gently, pressing a kiss to Aaron’s cheek. “Come on, let’s taste the wine while we keep an eye on it, yeah?” 

“Alright,” Aaron said gruffly, taking some glasses out of the cupboard, “it’s not my fault I was never any good at cooking, other than a bacon sarnie…” 

“I didn’t marry you for your cooking, Aaron,” Robert took a sip and smiled at his husband. “As long as you want to cook in our home, I’ll gladly do most of the work.” 

Aaron smiled at him, and took a sip, grimacing.

“Never been a fan of wine… It just feels right, you know? Cooking in our new home?” Aaron looked up at Robert, who was smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah, it does.” 

The Forgotten Dinner

Originally posted by dicaprio-diaries

SMUT ALERT - Also this is what I imagine Spencer’s reaction is when you strip for him.

Request for my literal favorite person @matthewgraygublerisalilbean

Spencer and I had been going out for little over six months, however since our jobs were so demanding we never got to celebrate our anniversary. Spence had been begging me to cook a meal instead of going out for dinner so I caved. I honestly loved cooking and baking but when there was a deadline, like by 8 pm, I became frazzled. It was almost 7 o'clock when I had realized that I didn’t have any heavy cream in my apartment for the whipped cream that was supposed to be served with dessert. I quickly got ready and left for the store after texting Spencer to let him know that I might not be there so he should just use his key.

Okay! I have a headache can I borrow some ibuprofen when I get there?

Sure babe, it should be in the bathroom mirror, if not check the drawers!

Thanks! I’ll see you when you get back!

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witch-craft-lover  asked:

Something i love to cook is my Mozzarella stuffed meatballs. 1 1/2 lbs of ground beef, 1 tsp of salt and pepper, a tsp of chopped garlic, 1/4 cup of parsley, 2 eggs, 1/2 of milk and combine into balls. Stuff with cubes of mozzarella and slow cook in tomato sauce for 4 hours in a slow cooker. YUMMY! I focus my intent whilst combining the ingredients and i wish for full bellies and pockets, along with good health and happiness.


Our Little Universe // a collection of oneshots following Steven & Connie as they fall in love.

Based on these prompts. Read on Fanfiction*, Ao3*, or under the cut.
*have the author notes
Parts 1-6 are on fanfiction, ao3, and tumblr.

Part 7, “I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.” Steven prepares an Indian dish for Connie.

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Loving (John Wick x Reader)

Author’s Note: Two anons asked for similar fics so I combined them. I hope you both enjoy your request and I hope I fulfilled your expectations. Oh! There’s a slight smut in it.

For the Anon’s who asked: (Anon 1) can I get a fix where john and the reader are finally settling down in life? Some real quality fluff, I’m in a loving mood ☺️

(Anon 2) a fluffy one where reader and john wick are just rlly comfortable with each other and just write about situations where they just unconsciously touch each other ranging from gently rubbing their thumbs on the other’s wrists to just stroking parts of the other’s face

Pairing: John Wick X Reader

Warnings: Smut


Originally posted by amorverus

Originally posted by gabbiesworld

The delicious smell of cooking food woke me. I stretched in the warm bed and craned my head to look at the clock on the wall. I squinted as I read the time, eight thirty. I stretched again, a moan slipping past my lips. A pan banged in the kitchen. I smiled and shoved the covers off. I stumbled down the steps following the smell of what seemed to be bacon into the kitchen. I shielded my eyes from the brightness of the room as I entered.

John’s tall form greeted me weaving to and fro as he gathered ingredients from the cutting board and tossed them into a skillet. I smiled to myself. He was still clad in his nightwear, a white tee and baby blue boxers. I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Morning beautiful,” he greeted above the sizzle of food.

I pressed a kiss to his back.

“Morning,” I mumbled.

I clung to him, soaking up his warmth through my silk pajamas as he cooked. The scent of peppermint caught my attention and I released him to look for the source. As if sensing my need, he thrust out a hand pointing in the direction of the cup.

I located the mug and groaned as the warm liquid slid down my throat “,thanks.”

He smiled as he plated the food and walked to the table. The table was already set. He placed an omelette with bacon before me. Hungrily I dug in, the rich, warm and salty flavours bursting in my mouth.

“This tastes so good!” I said through a mouth full.

He chuckled.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he chided.

I grinned mischievously at him and he cut me a warning gaze.

“Buzz kill,” I muttered.

We finished eating together and placed the dishes in the dishwasher.

I turned to John “,sooooo….dibs on the bathroom?”

I scampered off down the hall towards the flight of stairs towards our room. A pair of strong arms grasped me from behind as I burst through the door. I squealed gleefully, legs kicking frantically as I was lifted off the ground then promptly tossed on the bed. I rolled and sat up to see John pulling his tee over his head.

“Hey, no fair!” I complained.

“How’s that?” he asked, placing his tee in the dirty basket.

I sat crossed legged and armed on our unmade bed “, I called dibs!”

He looped his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and peeled them off. An idea crept into my mind as I watched his naked form cross the room.

“John?” I called seductively, stressing on his name.

He turned and I rose to my knees “, maybe we could… share?”

He shook his head in disapproval. Slowly, I slipped off my silk night dress and knelt before him in a matching underwear. Provocatively I slid a hand down the valley of my breasts and into the waist band of my underwear. I extended my forefinger and stroked the bundle of nerves between my folds. A soft moan escaped my lips.

He paused and stared at me, eyes fixed on my hand. I watched through half lidded eyes as John’s member grew harder and harder with every stroke and moan. I stood and slipped of the underwear and laid back on the bed, hand between my legs stroking myself. I gripped my own breast and massaged the soft flesh, flicking a finger over my peaked, sensitive nipples. Warmth flooded my core, the need for John’s thick length filled me. I slid a finger into my now soaked core as a substitute and groaned throatily, back arching up off the bed. I ground down on my own hand.

A growl sounded from the corner and I raised my head up to see John stalking towards me, pumping his cock in his hand. Instantly I removed my hand from myself and felt John slid in instantly. We both gasped sharply at the contact.

“You’re an awful woman,” he grunted between thrusts.

I giggled and wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer. I moaned with each pulse and felt the pleasure within my core increasing.

“Faster John,” I gasped and raked my nails along his back.

He rammed into me, the bed shook with the force of his thrusts. Sweat coated our bodies and ran over us in rivulets. I sucked a bruise onto his neck as I felt myself tipping over the edge. I soared as I went over, pleasure rushing through me. A soundless gasp emanating from my throat. John was still at it, pumping away. Then he exploded, a rush of warmth gushing in my insides.

“y/n,” he groaned and buried his face into the crook of my neck.

We laid motionless for a while, breathing hard and still connected. He slipped out and rolled off me. I looked at him, a lazy smile on my face.

“Now that’s a way to start the morning… so dibs on the bathroom,” I commented slightly breathless.

He shot me and incredulous look. I doubled over laughing.

He got off the bed and motioned me to follow him which I did. We entered the shower together. I sighed happily as the warm water flowed over my skin. John picked up a wash cloth, lathered it and began scrubbing my back in firm strokes. I returned the favour when he finished.

I stepped out of the shower first and toweled off. I made my way into the room and began dressing for the day. I bundled up my wet hair and tied it in a knot atop my head to get it out of the way. A strand slipped out. Gently John tucked it back into my bun and moved away. Silently he cursed to himself.

I looked to him “, you okay?”

“My hair’s soaking my shirt,” he commented annoyed and unbuttoning the shirt he had just donned.

I motioned him to sit in the chair by the vanity. Reaching into the drawer, I pulled out my hair dryer and plugged it in. I flipped it on, it’s low whirring filled the room. I angled its nozzle at John’s raven hair and finger brushed the wet strands as the warm air circulated through it. It took me no more than five minutes to dry his, short, fine hair.

I gave it a final brush thorough with a comb and flipped off the dryer “, all done.”

He stood, kissed my head and continued dressing. Next I did my hair and styled it.

“What time is Winston expecting us?” I asked John as I pulled a fitted, royal blue, shift dress from the closet.

“Around eleven thirty,” he replied as he passed me, his hand sweeping through my hair.

I shimmied into the dress, pulling it up from my legs “, how much time do we have left.”

A drawer clicked close “, about an hour and a half.”

I slipped my arms through the holes and fixed the bodice. John zipped the back of the dress.

I turned my attention to him. He was buttoning a grey waist coat. Gently pulling his hands away, I buttoned the cuffs of his shirt. He bent and kissed my head. I smiled and kissed him back.

I turned and bent to fetch my shoes from where I stowed them the night before. A large hand made contact with my butt. I shot John an annoyed look from my downward position. He smiled cheekily and walked into the closet.

He emerged holding two grey ties of differing colour and pattern in his hand. He offered them to me for my choice. I pondered on it for a second before choosing the simple slate grey tie in his left. I took it from his hand. Raising the collar of his shirt, I slipped the tie around his neck and made a simple knot. Carefully I adjusted it and pulled the collar of his shirt back down. Grasping the ends of the tie I yanked his head to mines. Teeth sunk into his lip. He jerked backwards in surprise, a hand flying to his now throbbing bottom lip.

“That was for my butt,” I informed him before smacking his firm buttocks in return.

He approached me from behind and banded my arms with his. I leaned back against him and he kissed the top of my head.

“Hurry up,” he warned and released me to put on his jacket.

I frowned annoyed “, don’t rush me!”

I slipped on my shoes, hooked a pearl necklace that Winston had gifted me around my neck and attached the matching earrings. Quickly I did my makeup, a simple foundation, blush, eyeliner and a bold red lip. I left my hair out and brushed it off one shoulder.

I turned to see John watching me, a small smile on his face.

“You look beautiful,” he said quietly.

I ducked my head, a slight blush creeping into my cheeks “, thank you.”

He grasped my hand, his fingers linking with mines “, ready?”

I nodded and we left for our destination.

Self-Care Sunday 3-26-17

I feel quiet and reflective today. So, I probably won’t be ultra gabby or on the Internet a lot. I just beat the main quest to Breath of the Wild last night. I was up a little–later than usual. 

Today, I’m going to–

  • do deep, deep stretching
  • massage and hot compress my neck
  • 25% mandelic acid peel
  • give myself slug face with Aquaphor
  • hair mask
  • paint my nails
  • deep clean kitchen
  • drink more tea today
  • use my light box because it’s been horribly cloudy all weekend

Being able to pull down the majority of the meal plan from the freezer was so, so nice this weekend. It’s really amazing that I’m usually able to have a week like this every month or so. As much as I love cooking it’s nice to have a break from that.

A’ight, guys. Happy thoughts and good energy to all of you. I hope each and every one of you has a fantastic end to the weekend and is ready to kill it on Monday. 

Guys I have an IDEA

It’s not tarot related though. What would you guys think about a witchy cookbook? Ideally it would be a collection of favorite tried and true recipes from tumblr witches with different intents.. I’d like it to be a mix of stuff too, seasonal dishes, spoonie friendly recipes, some vegetarian food, etc. I love cooking and experimenting with new recipes, but most cookbooks are written by people who are at least twice my age who have more time/money/ingredients than your average 20ish year old.. It’d be really cool to have a ton of good (not super complicated) recipes all in one place! Thoughts?

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

Victuuri Week - Day 4 - Free for all (Cooking!)

Yuuri makes the cutest bentos and Viktor spends the whole lunch hour taking a million pictures of them for instagram (after he wakes up from the initial passing out from the power of love)