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Lemon Molten Lava Cakes

“These Lemon Molten Lava Cakes have just the right amount of sweet and tart, the molten center is rich and custardy, the cake is soft and melt-in-your-mouth delicious, they’re perfectly lemony, and when topped with fresh berries and cream they become an over-the-top dessert that no one will be able to resist!”

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Imagine an evening cooking with Dean.


Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 700

Warning: Language, Fluffy fluff

Requested by: @adasinwonderland said: Hey boo. Congrats on your milestone. Can I request a Dean x reader with fluff and teasing about her cooking skills? Love you xoxoxoxoxoxoxo - Ada

A/N: Thank you for the request! This may totally suck. I apologize in advance. I kind of blow when it comes to writing pure fluff. Sorry!


Fun with Food

Cooking with Dean was always adventure, a messy one sure, but an adventure nonetheless. Usually he was the one teaching you how to cook because quite frankly he was a brilliant cook. Everything he whipped up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner was succulent and delicious. Your mouth watered at just the thought of Dean’s cooking. You were almost as addicted to his cooking as you were to Dean himself.

Tonight however the tables were turned. It was your turn to show Dean what a master you were at baking.

“Come on Y/N, let’s get real princess. I’m the master chef. You can’t even roast a marshmallow right,” he laughed, his smile reaching his eyes. Seeing him so happy made everything feel normal for once, even if he was making fun of your cooking skills.

“Watch your mouth, Winchester!” You warned, tossing flour at his perfect, stupid face. “You won’t get to try this pie if you don’t start sucking up to the cook,” you promised, tossing more flour at his black shirt.

“You’re gonna get it, kid!” he bellowed, chasing you around the island in the kitchen. You shrieked and darted away from him, but not quick enough. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist before you could move more than a foot, as he swung you around in a circle, a delighted squeal falling from your lips.

“Put me down, Dean,” you begged as you beat at his arms. “Or you’re gonna pay,” you threatened.

“What are you gonna do about it, sweetheart?” he laughed, a deep, rumbling chuckle vibrating through your body as he dropped you to your feet and held you close to him, his lips grazing the soft spot below your ear.

You reached over to the counter to grab the homemade whipped cream that you had made and shoved it in his face. “This!” you exclaimed before slamming the cream into his face, easily able to slip away because he had let go of you in shock.

“You’re DEAD!” he cackled, unable to hide the excitement in his voice as he took off running after you down the hall. You turned around to see how close on your heals he was when his rock hard body collided with yours, sending you both tumbling to the ground. Dean’s heavy body came to rest on top of yours, his knees on each side of your hips, his hands pinning your wrists to the floor.

As you lay laughing and squirming beneath him, he leaned over and rubbed his face all over your neck, leaving behind a sticky mess. “Dean!” you gasped, trying desperately to wiggle out from under him with very little success.

He pulled back with a laugh. “I win,” he said before leaning over and licking a long stripe along your neckline, the taste of you and whipped cream overwhelming his senses so that he couldn’t help but moan against your neck. You arched into him, unable to keep your body from reacting. “God, this whipped cream is incredible. Mixed with the taste of you,” he sighed as he attacked your neck again, lapping up the remaining whipped cream that he had smeared there.

He had let go of your wrists at this point, and you snaked your hands around his neck and pulled his lips to yours. “I told you I could cook, Dean,” you whispered, your lips close to his before licking the whipped cream off the side of his face. “Damn, that does taste good,” you moaned, closing your eyes and relishing in the taste that was pure Dean.

Immediately his lips were on yours, moving hungrily against yours as if he was devouring you. He moaned into your mouth, and you could feel his excitement growing above you as he reached to pull your shirt off of your body. “Dean, what about the pie?” you asked breathlessly, your chest heaving as he stared at your bare chest.

“Fuck the pie, I want you for dessert,” he muttered before attacking your lips once more.

“How about you fuck me instead of the pie?” you suggested with a breathy laugh as he sucked a mark just below your ear.

“You read my mind, princess,” he moaned as he removed his shirt, all thoughts of your baking lesson long gone from your mind at the sight of Dean’s chest bare before you.

Forevers and Dean Bean Lovers Below, Bitches

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Broccolini Mushroom Stir Fry

One of my favorite foods in the winter months is sautéed mushrooms. I know, it sounds gross. But if you let those babies sit for at least a half hour, you’re looking at whole new mushrooms. They’re savory, salty and melt-in-your-mouth delicious.

Mushrooms are very watery, so you only need a little bit of olive oil to coat them in the beginning. Once they start to release their water, you can lower the heat and let them sit. They will also shrink a lot, so don’t be alarmed if you start off with a frying pan overflowing in sliced mushrooms.

Ingredients:

  • 10z baby bella mushrooms (standard carton size) sliced
  • 1 bunch broccolini, stems trimmed
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 tablespoon soy sauce
  • 1 teaspoon ground ginger
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 tablespoon rice vinegar

Steps:

  1. Combine olive oil, soy sauce, ground ginger and minced garlic in a stove pan over medium heat.
  2. Add mushrooms, crank up the heat, and stir until mushrooms begin to sizzle and release their water.
  3. Turn the heat down to low, stirring occasionally for 20 minutes. But mostly, just let them sit and sizzle.
  4. Then add broccolini, bring heat back up to medium, and stir occasionally for 8 minutes. (Until broccolini turns a deep, rich shade of green.)
  5. Stir in one tablespoon of rice vinegar, and let cook for one more minute.
  6. Serve as a side dish, or with rice or pasta for a main meal!

Note: This recipe leaves the broccolini cooked, but still firm. If you want a softer broccoli, I recommend using regular broccoli florets instead of broccolini stems.

These homemade Low Carb Peanut Butter Pecan Bars are healthy, really easy to make, and melt-in-your-mouth delicious!

http://www.travelinglowcarb.com/8855/lchf-peanut-butter-pecan-bars/

This low carb recipe requires no cooking or kitchen skills… :P Yay, lol :)

3 net carbs per serving - Enjoy!

no second chances ( hoseok drabble )

Mewling, his mouth came down to swallow your sounds, his belt buckle dipping down in between your thighs as you followed his mouth, Hoseok’s tongue swiping out as he explored the inside of your mouth, delicious small sensations running up your back as his hands raked down your sides.

He pulled back, lips aflame and a spit trail connecting him to you, cheeks matching his mouth as he looked down at you with a strong gaze, and you groaned again, bucking down onto his thigh that he had lightly placed between your legs, his shoulders moving as he chuckled at your reaction.

Quickly, his hand came back to pin your hip down, holding it with a slight force that made you scrunch up your face as his eyes watched you, soft locks of his brown hair playing around his eyes.

“That’s a no-no, babygirl.” He cooed, your pupils wet as they dilated, Hoseok’s hand holding you down even harsher as you found yourself moaning softly, and he quirked his eyebrow.

“You like this?” He teased, watching as your face contorted as his hand began to squeeze your hip with even harder force, your eyes closing as you tried to not buck up into him again.

“Well?” Softly, he leaned down again, neck craning as he searched for your soft spot as he kissed down the sensitive skin beneath your ear, and you whimpered again, desperate for him to get out of his suit.

“H-hoseok-”

His head snapped up again, eyebrows down turned as an unreadable expression filled up his visage. You gulped again, visibly to him, as memories of the last time you called him Hoseok during times like this resonated within your mind as he began to tut his lips softly. Removing his arm from your hip, he trailed it up your shaking form, eyes still solid and deep as his hand came and wrapped teasingly against your neck as he supported himself above you.

“Hoseok? Didn’t we have a problem with this last time baby?” He mused, his voice a stark contrast to his actions, as you laid out beneath him, legs splayed as his thigh hovered above your underwear clad woman hood, his rough, large hand starting to put more pressure on your throat as you pushed out your lip from the feeling.

Nodding your head as much as you could, you felt him tap his fingers against the side of your skin, his bangs making slight heart shapes as they twirled around his forehead, and he laughed softly again, the sound buzzing straight up your legs as his pants brushed lightly against your slit, and his breath hit your cheek in puffs.

“And what did you have to say last time, baby?” He murmured, lips ghosting across your jaw as you struggled to swallow against his hand. Your voice sounding muffled as you opened your mouth again.

“S-sorry, daddy.” Emphasizing the last word, you thought he’d consider it, but not before long, his hand squeezed against your throat a little hasher, some spit that was playing against the sides of your mouth spilling out from the side at your inability to swallow, and your cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

He smirked, his eyes disappearing under his bangs as he chuckled a little besides himself, before he brought his eyes back up to you again, and licked his lips, all shiny and slick.

“That didn’t sound very sincere, how about we try that again, on your knees this time?”

Hoseok never liked having to explain things twice.

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The baking bug continues with one of my favourites - Toblerone shortbread cookies.

This is 100% buttery and chocolatey melt-in-your-mouth deliciousness.

Toblerone Shortbread Cookies

What you need:
1 cup unsalted butter, room temperature
½ cup + 2 tbsp powdered (icing) sugar
¼ cup cornstarch or rice flour (I used cornstarch)
1 ½ cups AP flour
½ tsp salt
1 tsp vanilla paste
1 large Milk chocolate Toblerone bar

What to do:
Preheat oven to 350 F and line a baking pan with parchment paper.
Beat butter until light and fluffy.
Sift in icing sugar and beat again until fluffy, scraping down sides of bowl often.
Sift in cornstarch or rice flour and mix in.
Sift in all-purpose flour and salt and mix just until dough comes together.
Dough will be soft.
Mix in vanilla paste.
Form dough into one inch balls on parchment paper, about 1½ inches apart.
Press Toblerone pieces into the dough balls.
I got 18 cookies out of this dough mixture.
Bake on the middle rack for 12-15 minutes, until bottom of cookies are lightly browned. Remove from cookie sheet to cool on rack.