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burnyouwithacigarettelighter · 1 year ago

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GUINEA PIG ───

jonathan crane ✧𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “I think we most fully understood each other when once I tried to kill him with a kitchen knife.” — ‘South and West’, Joan Didion

pairing. switch!jonathan crane x professor!reader

summary. you and your dear friend, jonathan crane, have an odd relationship: he experiments on you, you experiment on him. one day, you experiment your aphrodisiac on him.

warnings. swearing, use of aphrodisiac & fear toxin, oral sex (m), unprotected sex, creampie, p in v, mention of death, murder, drugs, multiple orgasms, slight breeding kink, face fucking, dubcon(?) SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

word count. 6.1k

a/n. the enemies to friends to fucking pipeline is sooo real and i love it. BTW! this is really self indulgent and again, i’m a beginner to writing smut so pls don’t judge😭 the beginning is also oddly plotty, so i apologize for that.

You and your colleague, Jonathan Crane, have a harmonious, albeit slightly sick and twisted, relationship.

Your repertoires, opposite in every way, complete one another like you were made to match. You are messy, frenzied, intimate; he is neat, calculated, distant. He is impatient, histrionic, stubborn. You are tolerant, deadpan, submissive.

This is an odd, good-cop bad-cop dynamic you’ve built, but it works. Your traits uphold the order you’ve built around yourselves; you allow each other to function.

Who ever said something so codependent, so parasitic, would fall apart? That it was dangerous, destructive? Everyone, but in your case, it has been anything but.

These are the simple rules of your relationship: he experiments on you, you experiment on him. This partnership came to bloom when, after years of competing to be the “better” psychology professor at Gotham University, he sent you a gift that sprayed with you with fear toxin, and you baked him a cake that knocked him out for 24 hours following, heart rate so low he could’ve been mistaken as dead.

“Fucking - hell,” You murmured under your breath, stumbling halfway across Gotham City to locate Crane’s absurdly lavish condo in the Diamond District, barely able to keep yourself upright.

You were being visually assaulted by dozens of images, all your phobias no matter big or small, dancing across your senses. Spiders crawled all over your body, you saw yourself about to step off a steep, snowy cliff, you felt yourself suffocate as you were buried to death in a casket. It was utter torture, and you would have to endure it until you found Crane.

You must’ve looked like one of those tweaking drug addicts from down in the Narrows, shivering, sweating, and rubbing all over your body to remove some of the “spiders” taking over your body. The terror was settling into you, into your spine like a terribly malignant disease.

At last, you found the apartment building, blearily snuck in behind a drunk couple, and scanned the mail boxes until you found J. CRANE: 525.

You headed up the elevator, grasping at the walls for dear life, feeling that growing, unmistakable sense of dread start to take over your mind. You felt like you were going mad, now, not just afflicted with something that made you look like it.

When you finally got to his door, it was left open a crack, and you welcomed the small mercy of Crane’s overarching narcissism: he didn’t lock his door, often, because most days he felt more invincible than fucking god.

“Crane!” You shouted, clutching at your head and staggering into his large apartment. “Crane!” you repeated, this time more desperate, more fearful than anything.

However, your deepest fear, at the moment, had come true. You stepped into his kitchen, and found the man laying on the floor unresponsive.

“Fuck me,” you cursed. You’d sent the man home with the cake twelve hours ago, when he took the half-day off from GSU, and you came home from your after-class tutoring hours just moments ago.

You’d opened the mystery package on your front porch promptly, and you found yourself having been gassed with a compound that made you see every little thing you were afraid of. Immediately, you’d known it was Crane; the man’s pet specialty was fear.

As for you, you wanted your… gift, to serve a reminder to him that he should not overstep your boundaries, your territory, as the psychology professor who was there first. If knocking him out was a little bit mad, he was bordering insanity for the toxin he poisoned you with.

Even so, your threat was an empty one. You weren’t counting on the man to even eat the cake - hell, you’d never seen the man consume anything but straight black coffee.

You couldn’t judge a book by its cover, you know now, and laid there on the couch of his apartment, waiting for the twelve hours to be over. Waiting for Crane, the fucking madman, to wake the hell up, blaming him for the predicament despite your very obvious involvement in it.

You breathed in and out, harried and rapid fire as you tried to focus, tried to block out the horrific things you were seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting.

(Your eyes are swarmed, viscerally, by a grotesque hallucination of your family burning to death; you hear them cry out, voices interrupted when they’re fire gets to their lungs; you smell their death, the smell of flesh burning, how the smoke chokes you — you taste their blood on your tongue, how tender a raging fire makes charred flesh.

Tender, you think on your choice of words again, and almost throw up.

What have you done, you think, and what is going through that fucked up head of yours, Crane?)

You tried to ground yourself, tether your lost mind back to Earth. You’re sitting in a field in Northwestern Ireland, you said to yourself, inhaling. Up ahead is the beach; water is crashing on the rocks. You exhaled, the wind tastes like salt, and it is just you and I, here together. It is only I and you, here, together.

Like so, 12 hours passed. Not so much passed — that word gave the connotation the hours slipped past you, the way a peaceful stream of water does; no, more accurately, it dragged by, like when an arm slips out of the ambulance cot on its way to the emergency vehicle, and drags on the concrete. The EMT’s don’t notice what’s making their trip so hard, so slow, until the hand is rubbed raw and bloody.

You repeated that mantra so many times you were starting to get queasy when you thought the words “you’re sitting in a field..” but nonetheless, the string of words kept you sane.

Sane enough, at least - you weren’t sure you’d be the same blissful person you were yesterday. Sure, you were always a little bit… unorthodox? Petty? Competitive enough to bake so many drugs into a cake your opposing professor knocks out?

But, with this — this being drugged by Crane — made you feel a piece of yourself break away. There would be no more of your life lived without knowing how fearful, well, fear, is. It's like discovering the Boogeyman and never being able to stop checking under your bed; the paranoia moves into your head and never leaves.

Crane began stirring, and your eyes opened as soon as you heard the noise. Surprisingly enough, however, you were no longer being hammered with the hallucinations that had been distressing you just half a day ago.

Had it been the mantra? The near-prayer you now swore was etched on your heart?

“Fucking…” Crane said, getting up off the floor. He was clutching his head, eyes squinted, body hunched and tense. Looks like spending half a day on the floor wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, but you didn’t give a fuck — atleast he was sleeping. If you had to be mentally destroyed by his toxin, you’d best believe you were taking the couch.

“Why - why are you here? What the hell did you do to me?” He said after noticing you, voice raspy. He hadn’t had anything to drink or eat in a while, after all.

“I could say the fucking same for you,” You muttered, giving him a pointed look. “You - what the fuck did you spray me with?”

Immediately, a twisted grin was bared on Crane’s lips, despite his fatigued demeanor. “Did you like it? My fear-toxin,” he preened, like the winning kid at a school science fair.

You rolled your eyes, and before you could control your tendencies, you’d swung back and then socked him straight in the face.

Crane double-backed, looking terribly affronted, as if he hadn’t sent you the gas knowing how it would affect you. “Ow,” is all he said, face contorting oddly around the pain.

“Yeah, “ow”. Fuck you, Crane.”

Crane raised a brow. “You’re acting like you didn’t feed me a poisoned cake!” He said incredulously.

“It wasn’t that poisoned,” you bit out, teeth gritted. “Not so poisoned I was hallucinating my family dying for twelve hours straight.”

“Ah, thanatophobia, not really one of my favourites—“ Crane started, like he was losing himself in a romantic daydream, before snapping back to reality. “Did you just say twelve hours?”

“Twelve hours for me. Twenty-four for you.” You said, reveling in how panicked he looked.

“I — that’s long enough for me to be killed a hundred times over,” he mumbled under his breath. “What the fuck did you put in that cake?”

“I never expected you to eat it, Crane. You’re fucking skin and bones, I thought you’d just throw it out.”

“What did you put in the cake?” he repeated.

“Ugh,” you sunk into the couch, “some amytal, zolpidem. Some melatonin. I didn’t measure, okay, and again, I wasn’t counting on you eating it.” You didn’t know why you had this urging feeling to respond to him, to humor his jabs, his dumb fucking theatrics, but you did anyway.

“Some amytal? Some zolpidem? Some melatonin? Jesus fucking christ - is that what you wanted? To kill me?” He was leaning down, face inches away from yours now.

You pushed him away, disgust on your features clear as day. “Shut the fuck up. I’m not some sociopathic fear-freak like you, Crane. I don’t mix compounds in my creepy little office with the thought of drugging out my fellow professor in mind. It was just an empty threat.”

He let out a disbelieving laugh, “Mixing barbiturates and medications into a cake sounds like an empty threat to you?”

“You know what?” You said brightly, getting up off the couch, “I don’t have to argue with you. I came to get my cure, woke up having cured myself.” Then, you burst out the door, fury rolling off you in waves, and you left.

There was something about the incident, however, that seemed to intrigue Crane to no end. Soon enough, he began entering your office during your breaks, asking to have a chat. Or, he’d walk in during your lessons, forcing you two in the hall alone. Sometimes, he’d even wait for you after school, dozing off in front of your classroom and waiting for you to exit your office.

You couldn’t tell what was making Crane so interested, but he was hanging off you and your every word like some lovesick puppy.

You, on the other hand, also couldn’t get Crane out of your head. Certainly not for some weird, fucked up reason like his, but because of what he had created. A lot of people doubted his intelligence, mostly because of his obsession on things nobody really cared about, but that obsession made way to the destructive fear-toxin you’d inhaled, and it was seriously unlike anything you’d ever experienced, hell, even read about. It was a brand new creation, and downright deadly.

Your interest in the man was more so on… keeping him in check. As rivals did. But his was on how you’d breezed past the effects of his toxin in just twelve hours. He’s expected you to go half mad, honestly. Your threat was empty… his was, decidedly, not.

By the end of the next week following the incident, you two began eating lunch together, asking for joint classes, and spending nights over at each other's places. Not in that way, of course — your way was like a group of scientists having a forever eureka, because your minds fit like perfect puzzle pieces.

Your intrigue had met his intrigue, and it felt natural, coming to a united front like that. You found you had more in common than you thought, something you should’ve found out about a long time ago, 3 ½ years kind of long time ago. Apart, you two were volatile; angry, spewing threats, attempting murder on the other. Together, however, you were absolute perfection: productive, well-mannered, motivated.

Now, fast-forward coming on two years since the incident. You and Crane - now, Jonathan, have been inseparable since that time. You two were close, closer than siblings or children and parents or couples; you felt like the same person that had been split into two. Being together was the only thing that felt right, being back at the origin, like being at home.

Fuck’s sakes, you did have the same home — you’d moved in together. Not to his, nor yours, but to a big house you bought on the outskirts of Gotham, with a big yard and an even bigger lab in the basement. It was like a scientist's amusement park.

Maybe it - this relationship of yours - was codependency. But maybe it was utter genius: your careers had both never seen so many accomplishments until you and Jonathan came together. Partly because you had a greater inspiration when coupled with the other, but, mostly because you had a body to test on during preliminary trials.

Creating things, like the fear-toxin, required human testing, and finding a way to get that done always slowed Jonathan down. Since finding you, however, it’d been a breeze.

You offered yourself up readily, given Jonathan would do the same. And, besides, Jonathan had never been worried about you and his toxin very much — after that first time you took the toxin, you could easily find yourself out of its effects. You were the only person he’d ever encountered who could do this, and it was downright fascinating. He wanted to keep you, see how that strong little mind of yours worked overtime to fight his toxin off.

You, on the other hand, rarely tested anything like that on Jonathan. Your interests lied elsewhere: what smells activate the human mind to recall memories, what are ways to accurately fight off drugs like GHB — all mental stimulation.

That, however, changed one evening, when you had been brewing up a serum for the past few weeks. You’d gotten to the point in creation where you needed to test on someone, and observe the effects.

“Jonathan,” you called out, looking down at your notes. The man in question was grading assignments for the psychology class you taught — now, in joint lessons more often than not — sitting at a desk a few metres away from you in the lab.

“Jonathan!” you repeated louder this time, looking up from your notes.

“What?” He shouted back, still hunched over on the ungodly amount of assignments he needed to mark.

“Come here. I need to test something on you.” You said, nonchalant.

That, however, piqued Jonathan’s interest to no end: you hadn’t tested anything on him in nearly a year. It hurt, a little, to test you endlessly and have nothing to give in return - so this, no matter what it was, Jonathan would take in stride.

Jonathan nodded vehemently, “Okay.” He then dropped all he’d been doing on the desk and made his way over, before sitting in the chair next to you. You made quick work, tying his arms and legs to the chair like he’d done to you so many times before. He watched you work, completely enraptured in how you looked while experimenting.

“So,” He said, tearing his sticky gaze off of you, “what’re you pumping me full of?”

You sat back in your desk chair and scratched your cheek, a little unsure how to say this. “Well, I created a serum that, once injected, would lower or lose all inhibitions of the victim. They’d be completely malleable, agreeable, if you just, um,” you fanned yourself, feeling a little too close to the man in front of you, room feeling incredibly warm.

“Just what?” He pried, leaning back in his chair.

You exhaled shakily, “if you just promise to - to provide relief to them. Sexual - relief.”

Jonathan let out an incredulous laugh. “You made a working aphrodisiac?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t exactly — I don’t even know if it works, for sure. If you don’t want to- take it, then you don’t have to.” You offered up weakly.

“How d’you get it out of the system?” He said instead, ignoring your words and picking up the needle you had ready for him on your worktable, which was filled with a thick, pink liquid.

You flushed. “You, um, help the victim relieve themselves, until the feeling is gone.”

Jonathan looked up at you, a sly smirk on his lips. “And you were going to give this to me?”

You turned away, face red, exasperated. “I told you, you don’t have to take it if you don’t want to.”

“And let you pleasure some random guy you snatched off the street? No way,” he said, before you heard a familiar prick, small whine leaving Jonathan’s mouth.

You spun back around so fast you thought you got whiplash. “Jonathan, wait—“ you said, alarmed. You were really, seriously, considering not giving the aphrodisiac to him — it would disrupt the careful balance you and he had built over the past years.

You were afraid that if he took the serum, and let you, for lack of a better word, get him off, you wouldn’t be able to look at him without remembering him needy, hot and bothered, calling your name out like it was the only word he knew.

He’d done it anyway, though. And now, you both just had to get through this… experiment.

Quickly, you grabbed your pen and notebook, ready to approach this scenario as detached and clinically as possible, ignoring the pulsing need in your insides as you saw Jonathan’s face slowly contort into a warm, heavy-lidded lustful one.

“How do you feel, Jonathan?” You said, standing further away from him so he couldn’t so much as feel your body heat on him.

“I…” Jonathan blinked rapidly, licking his lips, looking you up and down. “Warm. I just feel… warm.” He readjusted in the seat, unable to sit still. “And - kind of, tingly? Like I - well, I don’t know…”

You noted his words, as well as some of your own observations: his pupils were dilated, so much so the crystalline blue of his eyes were merely slivers, his lips were pursed, plump, and he was pink all over; pink cheeks, pink ears, pink neck. He was talkative, loose-lipped and a little out of it.

You inhaled, then exhaled, before starting the next phase of the experiment. “Jonathan, how do you feel when I touch you here?” You said, raising the back of your hand to caress his cheek.

Jonathan was affected almost immediately, eyes shutting tight. “It feels,” he said breathily, leaning into your touch, “ah… nice. Good.”

You nodded, promptly pulling away as soon as he’d finished his sentence. Subject enjoys physical touch. Jonathan then peered up at you, looking slightly… disappointed?

You shook yourself, getting back on task. “How do you feel now?” You pried, noticing he looked far more affected than before.

Beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead, making his wavy brown hair stick to his skin. He was breathing heavily, and, when you had touched him, he was extremely warm, like he had a fever.

“I’m, I…” Jonathan trailed off, eyes shutting, shaking his head. “Mmm… my head feels — fuzzy,” he bit out raspily.

“Okay. Good. It's exactly as I thought,” you murmured, continuing to scratch down notes.

You ignored him for a few minutes, writing up a list of side effects and observed results of the aphrodisiac. Then, your gaze drew back to him, who had been focussing intently on you the whole time.

“Jonathan?” you called out quietly, seeing his dazed expression. “Talk to me.”

Jonathan shuddered, leaning forward in the chair, head hanging low, “My - my body’s, hnngh… it feels— feels weird.” He bit his lip, face screwed up and tense. “I’m warm all over…”

His shoulders were hunched in, and he was trembling. You lifted a hand up to his head, petting him softly, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Ah…” Jonathan squeaked out at your touch, face going slack, “I feel like I need you to - to…” he sighed exasperatedly, “I need you.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek conflictedly. On one hand, you needed to finish up a few more tests, meaning Jonathan would be teased - or tortured, depending on how fast the aphrodisiac was affecting him - a little longer. On the other hand, he was already a breathy mess, begging for your touch. For you.

“Fuck,” you murmured, turning away from the man who’s eyes were practically rolling into the back of his head at the way you tugged at his locks. “No, no,” you fought your internal struggle. You would not give in to his pleas - you would finish this experiment.

“Okay. Okay.” you said to no-one but yourself, extracting your hand from his velvet soft hair. “Let’s be professional about this. Jonathan, I’m going to take your clothes off, but you can’t move, and you can’t touch me, okay?”

Jonathan’s breathing became more labored as you spoke, and you swore you could see desperate tears filling his eyes. “I can’t- I can’t touch you? But… but why not?” He was practically whining for you.

“Because, Jonathan, it wouldn’t be beneficial to the experiment.” You didn’t look your partner in the eye, because his complete and total change in behavior had you feeling, quite frankly, as warm as him.

You continued by undoing the restraints on his arms and legs, and his sharp intakes of breath as your fingers brushed past his skin didn’t slip past you. Not at all.

Firstly, you undid the man’s white button-up shirt slipping it past his flushed torso. Jonathan’s skin was actually pink and warm all over, and he was breathing heavily now, gripping the chair so tight his knuckles were white.

“Are you okay, Jonathan?” you asked absently, as you began unbuckling his belt and slipping down his fly.

Jonathan’s breath hitched in his throat, and he didn’t answer you, biting down on his lower lip to stop any desperate moans from escaping him.

You finally finished undressing your partner, then redid his restraints, before you stepped back to see him fully. Jonathan was shivering, faint tear tracks on his pink cheeks, head cocked back.

“It’s just - one, or two more tests, Jonathan.” You murmured quietly, kneeling down in front of him.

Your hands pressed flat on his thighs, rubbing him up and down, grazing your fingers lightly on his feverish skin. You had to regularly ground yourself, stop yourself from inching up to the poor, untouched tent in his boxer shorts.

Above you, you could hear Jonathan let out a low groan, “Ah, hnng— please,” he called out to no-one in particular.

“Does that - feel good, Jonathan?” You ask, getting back up on your feet. His desperate groans were getting to you now, how needy his little keens were.

“So - good,” he panted. “Your— you, I want— need, I need…” he trailed off, babbling, lost to the pleasure of your touch.

“Jonathan, if I… touched you more, would you do anything for me?” You said finally. The invention of the aphrodisiac was intended to sway someone's motivations, make them bend to your will. Sure, there was that added sexual aspect, but it was created with less… pleasurable intentions.

“Anything, anything at all,” he said deliriously, rolling his head around. “Jus’… just need you to- touch me.”

“Would you give yourself fear-toxin, Jonathan?”

“Yes! Yes, just — please… please! Stop asking me— questions… I need you so fucking bad, ah…”

“Jesus,” you said. Your aphrodisiac was stronger than you thought. You were satisfied, however, with the results of it. The first trial was a success, and you saw how you could use this on anyone - even people in particular positions of power, and get them to do your bidding. Quite helpful, indeed.

Now, you needed to… get Jonathan out of this state. By, ah, relieving him.

You had decided to do this, to test him, so you had to be responsible and help ease him out of this experiment. Quickly, you stripped your own clothing, even your underwear, before undoing the restraints on his arms and legs.

Jonathan’s eyes widened as he watched you undress. “Are you - are you… gonna t—touch me? Now? Please?” He practically begged, almost drooling at the sight of your naked body.

“Mhm,” you said, a tremble in your voice. “Gon’ help you get out of this.”

Then, you climbed onto Jonathan’s lap, shutting your eyes as you felt his hard cock within his boxer shorts slide between your legs deliciously.

He let out a guttural groan as your weight pressed down on him, feeling your wetness soak his shorts. That measly piece of fabric was all that was keeping him from entering your plush, velvet folds, and he was going practically insane at the feeling.

“M’god,” Jonathan whined out, leaning his sweaty head on your shoulder. “Y’feel so, a—ah, good…”

You couldn’t help the breezy laugh that made its way out of you. “I haven’t even touched you yet, Jonathan, and you’re already so worked up,” you whispered in his ear, hot breath fanning on his warm skin.

“P-pleeeease,” He begged, slowly grinding into you. Jonathan was barely coherent, mind just focussed on chasing the release he so desperately needed.

You raised a brow, but complied, slipping your warm hands down his boxer shorts and pulling his thick length out. You pumped him lazy, feeling how he writhed under you, tasteful whimpers slipping out of his mouth.

After another second of you stroking him lightly, your thumb grazing past the tip and collected a decent amount of precum, he actually did come, wet hot load spurting upwards on his chest and your face. “Ah - hnngh, oh my — oh my god,” he drooled, jutting into your hand.

It dripped down from your cheek onto your lips, and Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut, losing himself in the pleasure. You swiped a handful of his cream off your face, before covering his still hard, curved cock with it.

“You’re not done, aren’t you?” You said to him quietly, his hips stuttering as you artfully smeared his come on himself. Jonathan was arching into your touch, completely putty in your hands.

“Nuh- no, m’still— still need you, need you so bad.” he whimpered shamefully, hands stuck to your waist.

“Look at you go,” you found yourself cooing, dragging a creamy hand down his equally as creamy chest, your fingernails grazing him. “Let me take care of you.”

Then, you lifted yourself up off his lap, and carefully situated your slit on the tip of his head. “Christ,” you called out as you slid down, “you’re fucking big,”

Inch by inch, you took him, and Jonathan’s eyes were rolling into the back of his head, a string of senseless groans and whines leaving his mouth. “Feels so warm, so so warm,” he choked out at last, looking at you adoringly.

You started to lift out of him, your cunt stinging slightly at the sheer size of his cock, when you felt a heated liquid shoot through you, Jonathan’s knees buckling under your ass.

He’d come, again, even before you could get started. You shook your head incredulously at the terribly horny man beneath you, eyes glazed over in the pure ecstasy he was feeling.

“Stop, fucking — coming,” you scolded, bottoming his cock into you once more, “you’re gonna get me so — ah— fucking - pregnant if you keep coming.”

“Sorry,” Jonathan said sheepishly, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “Can’t help it— you feel so — hnngh — feel so good.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, then focussed on getting a good pace of sliding in and out, your hips rolling deeper and deeper into his own. You were bouncing quickly on his cock, dick-riding him like you’d never done before.

With all other sexual partners you had, they wanted to be all vanilla, always just missionary, going slow until they were close, no sense of creativity or any other wishes that just feeling you. With Jonathan - especially in the state he was in now - you could do whatever you wanted, as long as his cock was in your cunt.

“Good — god,” you screamed out, when Jonathan suddenly gained control over himself and snapped into you, rough hands pinching the flesh of your hips. He rutted into you, hard and fast, for a moment like that continually, before his control melted once more into nothingness, and all he could do was let you take the reins.

“Please— how’re you so — ah, how does your pussy feel so good…” he murmured, trailing off into a high-pitched moan when you pulled out, then just as fast sunk down on him.

Jonathan’s fingers trailed up your body, rubbing at your soft flesh, before they found your breasts, kneading you tenderly. He chanced several licks on both your erect nipples, and you shuddered, tightening around him. Your cunt was sucking him in, devouring his length no matter how big he was, and he could feel how his length was stretching your walls wide open.

“So fucking big.” You panted, arms wrapping around his neck, “fat fucking cock all needy, just me.”

“Jus’… just for you! All - ah, all for you,” Jonathan repeated with a squeak, lips bitten delicately between his teeth.

Your hands trailed all over his body, and as the pleasure was getting to you, making your head dizzy and your thoughts foggy, you bounced down on him and your nails scratched up his back, surely leaving small wounds.

This miniscule amount of pain seemed to amplify Jonathan’s endless pleasure, and you could feel him pumping you full of his come once again, the tip of his dick pressed flush against your cervix. His come made you feel so full, fuller than you already did with his monstrous cock nestled into you, continually rubbing up on the toe-curlingly spongy spot in your cunt every time you pushed him back in.

“Mmf,” Jonathan groaned, pleasure muffling whatever he was was going to say, “m’gonna… gonna get you pregnant,”

“Yeah?” You breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut, “Is that what this needy cock wants? To get my wet cunt full and me pregnant?”

“Yes, yes, hnngh, please, wanna come - wanna come more,” Jonathan cried out.

“‘kay, okay,” you nodded vehemently, “then make this pussy feel good.”

Then, you slid out with a whimper, two loads worth of come spilling out of your worn-out cunt, turning around so your ass would face him, before you sunk back down on him. You were chasing your own pleasure now, the unmistakable feeling rumbling within your lower stomach.

Jonathan was completely fucked out, just a shaking, hot and bothered mess on the sticky wooden chair you’d both occupied, but he still welcomed your warm pussy back on him with open arms. Your folds beat any other cunt he’d ever been in, and he knew nothing, not even his own hand, could match up to how addicting you were, how delectably you took him.

The new angle had you reeling, your hands gripping Jonathan’s thighs for some much-needed support. You were buckling, getting weaker with every bounce, but were still desperate for release. It affected Jonathan too, and he was pressing his face up against your hair, biting down lightly on your shoulder to collect himself despite the earth-shattering pleasure you were inflicting on him.

Your fleshy cunt met his rock-solid cock every moment perfectly, and soon enough your back was arching, head leaning back on Jonathan’s shoulder. That knot in your stomach was tightening, a fire burning within you and begging you not to stop.

Jonathan’s needy hands were coursing all over your body, rubbing on you in all the right places, and when his calloused fingers began pinching and twisting at your sensitive nipples, you saw white. That burning feeling dragged across your entire body, your jaw tensing, and you felt positively fuzzy, pure pleasure destroying all coherent thoughts you’d been having, your mind now focussed on the insane way he made you orgasm.

There was nothing that could compare to how you felt now, this being the hardest you’d orgasmed in your entire life. There was just something about Jonathan — be it how unbelievably big he was, or perhaps the odd tension that surrounded you two for the past few years — that made this experience ten times, no, a hundred times, better.

It was like his dick had been artfully crafted to stretch you out and stuff you full; that thick cock, made just for you.

In place of your weakening strength, Jonathan kept his hand tweaking your breast, and his other hand gripped your hip tightly, helping you bounce up and down on his cock. Thus, the pleasure was maximized by his touch, and you rode out your high like that for a few more long moments.

You stayed there, on his lap panting and drooling, for a few more seconds, before you climbed off of him, grimacing at the loss of his sweet cock in you.

You stood shakily, feeling his come ooze out of your sticky hole, and you were surprised to see that Jonathan was still hard. He was panting, head leaning against the chair, hands and legs trembling, but his dick could probably still pump out another round of come.

You did always wondering how he’d taste, and after seeing how long and thick he was, you wanted to know if his dick could make you cry, too. So, you kneeled down on the cold floor, pulling him by the ankles a little further off the chair, so you could get better access to him, and buried your pretty little head between his shaking thighs.

“What’re you— doing?” Jonathan said blearily, but before he could continue, your soft lips wrapped around him, and your tongue began artfully swiveling his sensitive head.

The loudest moan you’d heard so far was drawn out of Jonathan, and more, similar noises came out of him. It was nonsensical, and unintelligible, but you could tell he was having the time of his life — as if he hadn’t just orgasmed three times prior.

You started slowly, mouth taking his cock until you felt like you couldn’t anymore, before forcing past that point and making yourself take him to the back of your throat. Tears lined the rims of your eyes, your head swimming from lack of oxygen, but you couldn’t help how badly you wanted to hear him whimper and whine out from how good you were servicing him, his pretty groans reaching your ears like music.

You pulled his cock out of your mouth when you felt like you were going to pass out, and then you began lapping up at his cock, sucking and curving your tongue around his long length. You sucked him hard and fast, and then, his hands grappled at your hair.

At this point, you believed the aphrodisiac was wearing off, and Jonathan, now a little more clearheaded, began face fucking you, filling your sweet mouth full with his filthy cock. He couldn’t resist doing so, especially with you looking up at him through your tear-stained lashes, hollowing out your cheeks and gripping his thighs like your life depended on it.

You gagged on him, several times, but he didn’t care, and with a jolted thrust past your swollen lips, he came, squirting all he had left down your throat. You sucked and swallowed every drop of him into your mouth, loving the taste of his salty liquid.

Now, you were both fucked out, beyond tired, the strain on your muscles settling in. Your core had been properly exercised, what with how many times you rutted into Jonathan, and he, similarly, had a strained back with how much he arched into your touch, his aphrodisiac-clouded mind wanting nothing more but to be touched by you.

“Good god, woman,” Jonathan said, collapsing into the wooden chair, which was sticky with sweat, come and your cunt’s soaking wetness. “You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck,”

You panted, dropping down onto the cold floor beneath you and wincing. “We’re — we were, just friends.”

He waved away your words, “We live together, darling. Not quite sure if that's “just” friends.”

You looked up at him, before laughing agreeably. “Felt good though, didn’t it?” A smug grin made its way on your lips, remembering how submissive Jonathan had been, how desperate he’d been just for the slightest bit of touch.

“Amazing,” he said exasperatedly. “But next time, you’re not topping.”

“Next time, huh?” You said brightly, shakily getting up. Jonathan helped you, both of you limping exhaustedly up the stairs to your actual house, where you really should’ve been fucking, instead of the clinical environment of your large basement lab.

Jonathan’s hands found your ass, pulling you flush against him and kneading the flesh roughly. “Why not? Don’t you wanna know how I fuck?” he whispered suggestively into your ear, nibbling at the lobe.

“I think, you’ve still got some aphrodisiac in you, Jon.” you said, laughing breezily.

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wisteriaiswriting · 1 year ago

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Could you write a general relationship Kiriko, D.va headcannons?

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔻.𝕍𝕒

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Kiriko isn’t one to spill about her feelings, especially about any crushes. The only people who can know about it is her mother while Genji and Hanzo will find out no matter what. But this also means she’ll confess when she deems it ready.

This timing wasn’t ideal, but it happened. A mission had gone wrong leaving you both separated from the others while you were hurt. You could hear her panicking. “Don’t you dare leave me yet.” Though the sentence was short you understood her statement.

Growing up she was a massive arcade kid, going with Genji. So she wants you to experience it as well. On this date she’ll win every machine to get you any prize you’d like. And if you’re not ready to end it just yet she’ll treat you to a movie of your choice.

She is constantly on her feet and running all day, so she appreciates a slower and calmer date. Whether it’s inside watching a movie or some board games, or it’s in a quiet restaurant.

A lot of the time she will give you affection in public if you ask, but if you don’t the most she’ll do is handholding and hugs. In private she’ll be attached at your hip, only leaving if it’s really important.

Is a huge baker, if she could she would bake daily. But she enjoys baking anything you can share, whether it’s cakes, cupcakes or even cookies. Her all time favourite is Dorayaki, it’s simple enough and there's always some to share.

At her mother’s place there is a box hidden away, which is full of different types of plushies. Only to find out they are old ones Kiriko made years ago, currently she has improved the skill. Making and giving you different plushies for any occasion.

While awake she isn’t the biggest cuddler, but if she had the chance to hang around you, she would take it. But while she’s asleep, you’re never getting her off you. Starting in the most comfortable position to only wake up still there, Kiriko not letting you move.

There are many parts of her life, but her family and friends make up the majority. Her mother comes first in any situation, Genji and Hanzo have become a close second alongside you. Although missions are above you three, no matter how much she loves you the safety of everyone else comes first.

She’ll drag you for motorbike rides at the weirdest times. Midnight? 4am? Absolutely. While the roads are empty and quiet, able to take you on simple trails and just spend time with you. Although while you’re riding Genji does spectate, on top of random buildings. The bright green standing out from the darkness of the city

You can never catch her without her music, except on missions. She doesn’t want to risk that for some song. But anywhere else she’ll have a pair or headphones or some earphones playing her favourite artists. A few are Blackpink and Stray kids.

Chat got tired of you two not dating quickly, so they did it for you. On one of her streams they outed her feelings in chat when you were looking.

When she caught it the words were deleted immediately, but you saw them. She was panicking before you accepted her feelings. Even when chat was celebrating, the stream was abruptly stopped.

While gaming is her whole thing she decides to do something else for the first date. Booking and taking you to a beginners painting class, leading to her making you a personal painting.

After starting the relationship she became shy to be alone with you, even more than before dating. Which means she’ll do a lot of group dates with her and your friends. Enjoying how they were at the right pace.

After a while of dating she’ll be a lot more confident in her affection. As long as you're okay with it you’ll get kisses all day and all night, in public and private. Though she slows down in the afternoon, at night she leaves slow and light kisses.

She’ll include you in a lot of hobbies, gaming is the main one so obviously you’ll join her. Although her painting skills aren’t amazing they are good, having painted often growing up. So you’ll have a few canvases and other painted objects hanging around.

Is a huge fan of making playlists for anything. For different games, streams, even her friends have one made. But yours? Multiple with plenty of songs.

When she’s awake Hana is one of the biggest cuddle bugs. If possible she will hang on to you, not letting go unless it’s necessary. But when she’s asleep, she’ll start the night by holding onto you. During this she'll slowly drift away but always keeps touching you, whether it’s a finger or her hand.

If you’re dating her at some point you will show up on her streams, whether it’s just hanging around or playing. Her favourite streams are when you join her, especially when playing. Also meaning she’ll buy you any game and in game cosmetics so you can match. <3

Working for Overwatch and being an international gamer is hard work, busy and constantly moving around. If possible she’ll drag you along, but if she can’t just ask for anything and she'll either bring it back or have it shipped over.

It’s unavoidable. You’ll be given gamer and game related pet names. Obvious ones are “My player 2” or “My duo.” A few others are from your favourite character or their game, she expects you to do the same with her.

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Two full days are behind uns - much work but we had lot of fun.

Friday:

Baking cakes and cooking soup at early morning for our rally-obedience competition at the dog club.

At midday to the dog club, cleaning, decorating (it was st. Martin themend) and building up the competition field.

Saturday:

Since it was a competition at our dog club and I am the Obfrau (person who is not only trainer but resposible at events etc. for this dog sport too) it was hard but fun.

It was a long and hard day but so so so super good.

I walked with Sammy in class 3 and we got 78/100 points - I did two big mistakes but Sammy was so super good.

My mom walked with Fox in senior class and got 99/100 points - I cried so much because I am so happy for them.

I train Pino and told my mother (it is her dog but I train him) she is ready to walk his first beginner class with him and they did so well - my mother did some mistakes but they did so super well 75/100 points.

And Luc walked with Sammy his first rally-obedience competition AND THEY GOT THIRD PLACE.

They did so super well together, 91/100 points.

All in all I am just so so so super proud of everyone, I am really happy ❤️.

(Luc is totally okay that I show this picture, he is so proud too - I surely asked.)

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littlewitchbee · 1 year ago

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10 good things/things I'm proud of this year

thank you so much for the tag @roseofbattles 💕 You're right that it's a good way to wrap up the year. And good luck with your novel! I hope you have fun writing it ☺️

1. I finished 2 sketchbooks this year! It used to take me years to finish one but I did two(!!) this year, so that's really something. I'm hoping to take that energy with me into next year

2. Baking! After discovering that one of my coworkers has a huge sweet tooth, I decided to get back into baking and rediscovered my love for it! These two cakes are the winners for this year but I owe my life to these cookies, too.

3. I hit a 500 day duolingo streak in Japanese 🔥 It's not the best way to learn, so I've enrolled in beginner classes this upcoming spring. I can't wait to learn more and hopefully be able to carry a conversation someday lol

4. I went on a really fun road trip to Bryce Canyon with my bestie. This year has been really hard for both of us, so it was really great to get away from everything and just be in the moment for a bit.

5. I started writing again! It'll probably never see the light of day but it feels nice to do it. Thank you to all the wonderful writers on here who inspire me daily 💕

6. I've been a lot more social online and that's honestly done a lot to lift my mood. I'm very thankful for all of the kind people I've met on here. Even if we've only talked once or twice you hold a special little place in my heart.

7. I was able to help a friend move out of a bad living situation. She's a great roommate and I'm happy she's living with me and my partner. (I'm also really happy she brought Onion with her because I would die for that cat)

8. Speaking of finishing things, I actually finished a few games this year. I'm notoriously bad at starting and then never completing games. Books too 😅 I did read a lot this year but not as many books as I'd like.

9. I've set and maintained some pretty hard boundaries with some family members and I'm proud of that. Some very bad things have happened this year and I still don't know how things are going to end up but I'm at least proud of myself for setting boundaries around it at all. Honestly, I wouldn't have been able to handle it a year ago, so I'm glad I can now.

10. I've had soooo much fun just going places and doing things I enjoy on my own. It's great doing things with my partner or with friends but idk it just feels nice going alone sometimes. I never would've felt that way before but that really changed for me this year (Highly recommend getting cheap last minute seats to whatever concert/play/ballet you want to see and just going by yourself. You'll have a fun time, I promise)

Bonus: I'm hoping 2024 brings more time with my friends and family but also more creative time. (I wouldn't say no to a raise, either.) I'd love to get back into more traditional art. Having birds means I can't use oils anymore but I'm thinking gouache might do it for me.

Happy New Year to everyone! I hope it treats us all with kindness ♥️

no pressure tagging @wingsofescape @rizayaoi @aicasey @kazsama @tsaritsa @terminalberserker @rowanisawriter @fanimalcreations and anyone else who'd like to do this 💕

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kiarajoshi · 4 hours ago

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Rise to the Occasion: The Ultimate Guide to Baking Courses

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iceacake · 9 days ago

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Baking Decorating Classes – Ice a Cake

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chobeelabs1 · 14 days ago

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Complete Cake baking classes, Learn from basic to advance cake course in Andheri CHO Bee Labs

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downtoearthmarkets · 20 days ago

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Pastry chef Tanya Ponder is the one woman wonder behind Via Piante, a gluten-free bakery producing delicious, nutrient-dense breads and other baked goods that she sells through our farmers markets. Ponder spent five years working under Michelin-starred chefs including Daniel Boulud, Michael White and Jean-Georges Vongerichten. Via Piante is the evolution of Sundae Fundae, her original enterprise that was reinvented and rebranded in early 2024. She recently took the time out of her busy schedule to chat with us about her background and personal journey inside the world of professional baking.

How did your interest in baking get started? I have always loved to bake. It all started with a lower-level cabinet in the far corner of my childhood kitchen, which became my favorite “toy box”. In my child’s eye, the cabinet contained a treasure trove of recipes: a mix of handwritten notecards, newspaper clippings, magazines, and recipe books. There was also a very eclectic blend of new and old-world baking equipment that my mother inherited from her grandmother and brought with her when the family immigrated to the U.S. from Croatia.

I absolutely loved to rummage around in the cabinet, looking at the old pictures and reading the recipes. Inevitably, I would demand that we bake one of the recipes, or at the very least, have my mother explain how the odd tools like the rosette irons, engraved rolling pins, and antique cookie presses were used. I continued to bake with both my grandmothers on every visit and with every babysitter who would let me.

You attended cooking school and worked under Michelin-starred chefs. What were those experiences like? I loved baking school. I went to the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) in Napa Valley, and it very much felt like a nine-month vacation in a gorgeous setting surrounded by mountains and rolling vineyards. Class was rarely intense, but we touched on everything from beginner breads to ultra-fancy wedding cakes and traditional European pastry techniques to modern “New American” baking.

In 2013, I moved to New York City and worked for some notable chefs and restaurants such as Daniel, Marea and Jean-Georges. Restaurant work was very tough, and ultimately not for me. I learned a lot of discipline from the traditional French brigade system, saw some incredible artistry and tasted meals that I will remember for the rest of my life. However, the long hours, combined with the rather extreme treatment of young cooks, were more than I could take.

As a child, I was taught not to quit, so I stayed with it and spent a little over a decade in the restaurant industry and I eventually advanced. However, for me, baking and cooking are acts of self-care and nurturing of others, and I could not reconcile that mindset with the reality of behind-the-scenes restaurant work. So, when the pandemic struck, I welcomed the opportunity to build something more in line with my own values.

What was the main driver behind rebranding from Sundae Fundae to Via Piante? When I started Sundae Fundae, I had never worked for myself. After years working for some very hard-driving chefs, I just wanted to have fun (hence the name) and explore my own creativity. Unfortunately, that’s not a great strategy for growing a business. Eventually, choices must be made, and processes must be streamlined. I also couldn’t make the economics of small-batch ice cream work as its production, storage and distribution are all very expensive. As much as I loved it, I simply couldn’t see a path forward with that as my main product.

From the beginning, I had offered gluten-free and gluten-full pastries alongside the ice cream. This stemmed from my restaurant experience, where we were required to offer gluten-free choices on the menu. However, I had never really had the time to explore it. The more I started to tinker with gluten-free baking, the more interested I became in it. Most of the specials that I brought to market were gluten-free because I was really enjoying the challenge of creating gluten-free versions of classic treats. From a professional point of view, it was like having to completely relearn my craft, which I found very exciting.

Before I knew it, the gluten-free items were outselling my gluten-full ones. Then those same customers started asking me to make bread. I brought a few items out quickly in response, but I wasn’t happy with the results. So, I decided to keep it behind the scenes for a while. My ciabatta was the first recipe that I was truly excited about, and it took about a year to develop.

Have your Sundae Fundae customers followed you during this rebranding? Have you gained new customers too? Yes, and yes! Even the ones who can eat gluten!

What is gluten and why do some people need to avoid it, and others choose to avoid it? Gluten is a protein found in every variety of wheat including emmer, einkorn, spelt, farro, durum, khorasan and kamut. It’s found in all wheat-derived products such as bran, berries, bulgur, germ and graham flour. It’s also found in rye, barley and some oats (depending on farming and harvesting practices). Certified gluten-free oats are available.

Celiac disease is an autoimmune disease that affects about 1% of the population. People with this disease must avoid gluten because it damages their small intestine and prevents them from absorbing nutrients from food. There are other medical reasons to avoid gluten, including IBS and gastrointestinal irritation caused by gluten sensitivity and intolerance.

The reason I most often hear cited from those who chose to eat a gluten-free diet is that they are avoiding the pesticides, specifically the glyphosate found in American grown wheat. Glyphosate is found in the herbicides used to keep pests away from grains while growing and is also sprayed on wheat as a harvest accelerant to speed up the drying process and get this high-demand product to market faster.

Do you follow a gluten-free diet? I am not medically required to follow a gluten-free diet. However, I love the bread that I make and enjoy it regularly. I have noticed that I feel more energetic and less lethargic when I stick to my own bread. I’m not a nutritionist, but I attribute this to the high quantity of whole grains in the breads that I bake, which makes them a slow burning carb. In contrast, when I eat the shelf-stable white breads in grocery stores, I always get a sugar crash.

How do you bake without using grains that contain gluten? What are some substitutes for gluten-containing grains? My favorite grain to use for its flavor is amaranth, an ancient grain. I also like to use both buckwheat and millet in moderation, as they can get bitter when used alone. A blend of brown and white rice flour helps to mellow them out.

I rely mostly on psyllium as a binder. It’s become very popular, especially when baking bread. Via Piante is a gum free bakery, but xanthan and guar gum are both very effective ingredients as well. There are others, but I can’t give away all my secrets 😉.

Are some heritage and ancient grains a good, and perhaps healthier, substitute for traditional grains? Yes, heritage grains have not been modified to maximize caloric output. They are classified as “largely unchanged over the last 100 years,” according to the Whole Grains Council. This renders them higher in nutrients such as omega-3’s, B vitamins, and zinc. They are also higher in fiber and richer in minerals such as manganese, iron and magnesium.

Can people who aren’t gluten-free enjoy Via Piante’s products? Yes, our products are made with everyone in mind, and I have many loyal customers who do not need to eat gluten-free.

Do you use locally grown grains and other ingredients in Via Piante’s products? We use locally grown produce in our crostatas and muffins whenever possible. There are very few certified gluten-free grains grown and produced locally, so most of those are sourced from Canada and the north Midwest. The only exception is Birkett Mills Buckwheat. There are some locally grown oats, but they are not certified gluten-free so we would not be celiac safe if we sourced those.

What are some Via Piante customer favorites? OMG the crostatas…I can barely keep up with the demand for them. The plum and the apple are seasonal favorites. Our ciabatta has been a best-seller since day one, and our faux rye bread is also very popular.

Thank you, Tanya, for sharing this glimpse inside the inner workings of Via Piante. You can find Via Piante and their range of artisanal gluten-free breads and other baked goodies at our Morningside Park farmers market every Saturday this winter.

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pursueituae · 29 days ago

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Cooking Classes in Dubai: Lessons for Beginner Adults & Kids -PursueIt

Cooking is an art, a skill that not only satiates hunger but also pleases the senses. Whether you're a beginner looking to learn the basics through cooking classes in Dubai for beginners, or an experienced cook aiming to refine your skills, cooking classes in Dubai can be a fantastic way to improve. If you're in Dubai and have a passion for cooking, Pursueit offers a range of cooking classes in Dubai that cater to all levels and cuisines, including Italian cooking classes in Dubai and Indian cooking classes in Dubai.

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Cooking on a budget doesn't mean you have to compromise on flavour or nutrition. It's all about smart shopping, planning your meals, and using ingredients efficiently. In Pursueit's cooking classes, you'll learn how to create delicious, budget-friendly meals that make the most of your ingredients.

What are Basic Cooking Skills?

Basic cooking skills include tasks like chopping vegetables, cooking rice, roasting meat, and baking a cake. These are the building blocks of cooking, and mastering them can help you prepare a wide range of dishes. Pursueit's culinary courses in Dubai focus on these fundamental skills, providing a strong foundation for your culinary journey.

How Can I Learn Professional Cooking?

If you're serious about cooking and want to take your skills to the next level, you might consider enrolling in a professional cooking course. These culinary courses in Dubai cover advanced techniques and often include practical experience in a professional kitchen.

Pursueit offers professional cooking courses in Dubai that can help you take your culinary skills to the next level.

How Would I Benefit from a Professional Cooking Course?

A professional cooking course can provide numerous benefits. It can help you improve your cooking skills, learn new techniques, and gain confidence in the kitchen.

Plus, it can open up new career opportunities if you're interested in working in the food industry. Pursueit's professional cooking courses in Dubai provide comprehensive training for aspiring chefs and passionate home cooks alike.

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What to Expect from a Cooking Class?

What to Cook in a Cooking Class?

What you cook in a cooking class depends on the course you choose. In a basic cooking class in Dubai for beginners, you might learn to make simple dishes like pasta or stir-fry.

In a more advanced class, you might tackle more complex dishes like a perfectly cooked steak or a delicate soufflé. Pursueit's cooking classes cover a wide range of dishes, ensuring you'll always have something new to learn, including Arabic food cooking classes in Dubai.

Where Can I Cook in Dubai?

Dubai is a city that loves food, and there are plenty of places where you can cook. If you're looking to learn, Pursueit's baking classes in Dubai and cooking classes are held in professional kitchens equipped with all the tools and ingredients you need.

These classes offer a hands-on experience, allowing you to learn by doing under the guidance of experienced chefs, and they are ideal if you're looking for "cooking classes near me".

How Do You Learn to Cook?

Learning to cook involves more than just following recipes. It's about understanding ingredients, mastering techniques, and developing your palate. Cooking classes in Dubai are a great way to learn these skills.

At a baking class in Dubai or a cooking class, you'll get to learn new recipes, practice techniques, and receive feedback from professional chefs. Whether you're interested in healthy cooking classes in Dubai or want to specialise in a specific cuisine, Pursueit's cooking classes in Dubai offer a range of options to help you become a better cook.

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Who Can Benefit From a Cooking Class?

What is the Best Age to Learn Cooking?

There's no "best" age to learn cooking. It's a skill that can be learned at any age. Whether you're a teenager looking to learn the basics, an adult wanting to broaden your culinary repertoire, or a senior looking to revisit the joy of cooking, it's never too late to start. Pursueit offers cooking classes for kids, adults, and everyone in between, making it easy for anyone to start their culinary journey.

What Cooking Schools in Dubai are Ideal for Students from India?

Dubai is a multicultural city with a diverse food scene, and there are many cooking schools that offer courses in various cuisines, including Indian. Pursueit is one such platform that offers a variety of cooking classes in Dubai, including that specialising in Indian cuisine. These classes are taught by experienced chefs who are well-versed in the flavours and techniques of Indian cooking.

In conclusion, Whether you're a beginner looking to learn the basics or an experienced cook aiming to refine your skills, Pursueit's cooking classes in Dubai offer a range of options to suit your needs. From basic cooking skills to professional culinary techniques, these classes provide a comprehensive culinary education that's both fun and informative. So why wait? Start your culinary journey with Pursueit today!

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FAQs on Cooking classes in Dubai

1. Are cooking classes in Dubai suitable for absolute beginners?

Absolutely! Pursueit's cooking classes in Dubai for beginners are designed specifically for those who are new to the culinary world. These classes cover the basics of cooking, providing a strong foundation for your culinary journey.

2. What cuisines can I learn at Pursueit's cooking courses in Dubai?

Pursueit offers a wide range of courses, including Italian cooking classes in Dubai, Indian cooking classes in Dubai, and even Arabic food cooking classes in Dubai. No matter what your culinary interests are, you're likely to find a course that suits your needs.

3. Can I learn professional cooking at Pursueit?

Definitely. Pursueit offers professional culinary courses in Dubai for those who are serious about cooking and want to take their skills to the next level. These courses cover advanced techniques and often include practical experience in a professional kitchen.

4. Can children enrol in Pursueit's cooking classes in Dubai?

Absolutely! Pursueit believes that it's never too early to start learning and offers cooking classes for kids. These classes are fun, educational, and a great way for children to learn about nutrition and develop a lifelong love for cooking.

5. Can I find cooking classes near me in Dubai through Pursueit?

Yes, Pursueit offers a wide range of cooking classes in Dubai in various locations. Whether you live in Downtown Dubai, Jumeirah, or any other part of the city, you're likely to find a cooking class near you. Use the Pursueit platform to search for "cooking classes near me" and explore the options available.

Ready to start your culinary journey? From beginners to seasoned home chefs, Pursueit's cooking classes in Dubai have something for everyone. Whether you're interested in healthy cooking, want to master the art of baking, or looking to explore the flavours of global cuisines, Pursueit has the course for you. So why wait? Book your cooking class in Dubai with Pursueit today and transform your culinary skills!

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