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sugurugetoshairbrush · 20 days ago

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gosh i’m so loving ur stoner suguru stuff…u are so good i love ur work !!!!

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tl;dr bong rips with stoner!suguru getou (gone wrong)

it’s not long before suguru invites you back to his place. first, he messages to check if now’s a good time. then, he’s calling to ask if you’re free next weekend. he mentions there’s going to be a block party on his street—an unofficial hempfest of sorts. according to him, the turnout is always huge, and this year, he’s supplying bud for the event.

“we’re setting up a mobile cannabis bar,” he explains, nonchalantly.

“flashy, easy to distribute from.”

apparently, the event is where gojo’s new strain, bleu dragon’s breath, will debut. “we’re not working the event,” suguru adds bluntly. “we’ve done more than enough in production; they can push the product themselves.”

you laugh at his tone. “what are you, some notorious drug lord?”

he brushes it off with a chuckle and says he’ll pick you up from work friday to avoid the traffic jam that’s sure to hit later.

“and,” he adds with a mischievous lilt, “we’ll pregame with gojo. he just got a new bong—we’ve gotta break it in.”

naturally, you’re down.

by midweek, you realize how big this block party really is when you see flyers plastered around campus. they’re everywhere—on bulletin boards, lampposts, your timeline—featuring bold graphics and a list of attendees: caterers, vendors, and a handful of local influencers.

the day of, suguru pulls up outside your job in his sleek black car, turning a few heads as you approach. your older coworkers eye the tinted windows, whispering amongst themselves.

he greets you with a warm smile as you settle into the passenger seat. “how was work, pretty girl?”

he’s wearing a black nike tech set—your favorite color on him, not that there’s much competition since it’s about eighty percent of his wardrobe. his hair is half-up, the loose bun framing his face just right.

you tell him about the ridiculous filing error that ate up your entire shift. as you talk, he takes your hand, brushing light kisses across your knuckles.

he gets a call from shoko a few minutes later, muttering an apology before answering. it sounds like some last-minute adjustments for the event.

by the time you reach his street, it’s buzzing with activity—tents going up, booths being set, a dj assembling his gear. suguru parks on a side street, and you walk the rest of the way to his building. inside, the energy is palpable, music blasting from the first floor.

upstairs, you hear the shower running and gojo belting out some song at full volume. suguru rolls his eyes. “obnoxious as always,” he mutters, leading you to his room.

you’ve packed a change of clothes in your work bag. setting it down, you hear a loud beep from the kitchen.

“that’s the sushi bake,” suguru says. “gojo’s idea. guy’s a munchies connoisseur.” he heads off to grab it from the oven while you change into an olive-green two-piece skirt set. after refreshing your curls and makeup, you find suguru divvying up the sushi.

“damn,” he whistles as you approach. he feeds you a piece, his gaze lingering. “tastes good, but not half as good as you look right now.”

his hands slide to your waist as he presses a soft kiss to your pulse point.

you hear another whistle, this time, from behind you. “that’s all you, suguru?”

you turn to find gojo, freshly showered, white hair damp and sticking to his forehead. he’s wearing light gray cargos, white adidas, and an azure zip-up that matches his eyes.

“if not,” he grins, “I can easily take over.”

suguru shoves his shoulder. “satoru, please—don’t push it.”

gojo giggles, pulling you into a quick side hug. “what can I say? It’s to be expected when you’re with a baddie. I’d know—I’m a baddie myself.”

you laugh. “I know that’s right.”

suguru groans, “I’m going to change.”

while he’s gone, gojo fills you in on the event lineup and gushes about his new bong, which sits on the coffee table. it’s sleek, with royal blue detailing, almost like a microscope. he tells you that the cannabis bar is going to be managed by shoko tonight, they hired toji, from the first floor, and his buddy as servers. he says they’re always in need of work, as gojo bluntly put it, “they’ll do anything for a dollar.”

when suguru returns in a black compression shirt and windbreaker pants, your brain stalls. the shirt clings to his muscles, accentuating the ridges of his abdomen and the curve of his biceps. he’s leisurely brushing his hair out with a paddle brush, framing his face, and you resist the urge to drop his drawls.

he grabs the bong and grins. “ready?”

the three of you pile onto the couch, gojo calling dibs for the first hit. he sprinkles the weed into the bowl before packing it down and lighting it. wrapping his lips around the tube, he inhales deeply. smoke billows, rising steadily as the water bubbles. when he exhales, his face twists in pain, and he erupts into a coughing fit.

suguru slaps his back. “it’s okay to cough, man.”

once gojo recovers, suguru takes a hit, inhaling sharply and blowing smoke out through his nose. he smirks. “just not built like me, satoru.”

gojo glares but says nothing. you take the bong next, asking gojo to light it. following suguru’s instructions, you inhale, the smoke harsh on your throat. you manage half a hit before passing it back, coughing softly.

“pulls smooth,” suguru says, finishing your rip with ease.

the session continues until you and gojo are slouched, thoroughly toasted. only suguru’s still going strong. you poke gojo’s side.

“you feeling it?”

he cracks an eye open, pupils hazy. “… yeah, you?”

you blink at him, grinning stupefied. you both dissolve into giggles, drawing a look from suguru.

“what’s so funny,” he runs his hand through his hair twisting at the ends, “giggling like a couple of schoolgirls.”

“you wish,” gojo wheezes. “your secret fantasy.”

suguru stretches, “it scares me that you keep adding yourself into the equation,” he stands and walks to the window, peering out. “we should head out soon.”

now that he mentions it, you hear the rhythmic thump of music playing outside, the muffled shout of the dj over the mic.

suguru taps the window, “I lent them my speakers, the sound output capacity is insane.”

you rise to your feet, reaching down to swat gojo’s shoulder. he glances between the two of you, his eyes heavy and bloodshot. “kaay~ ‘m ready,” he drawls.

as you shuffle out, suguru checks his phone.

“shoko says the bar’s a hit. everything’s running smoothly.”

“as it should be,” you murmur, slightly delayed, trailing him out the door.

outside, the street is teeming with life. cars are jammed along both sides, a few haphazardly parked on sidewalks or half-on, half-off lawns. people are everywhere—some lounging on car hoods, others weaving through the crowd. you catch sight of a few familiar faces from uni as you pass. the dj setup dominates the scene, blasting music loud enough to vibrate through your chest. the largest crowd is gathered around a black tent housing caterers busy with trays of food.

suguru steers the three of you toward the cannabis bar, nodding at familiar faces on the way. the bar is sleek, its emerald-green counter illuminated by a glowing marijuana leaf at its center.

behind the counter stands toji and another man, both in black muscle tees under matching green aprons. a long-haired brunette, presumably shoko, sorts through mylar bags behind them.

toji spots suguru and waves broadly. “my boy! appreciate you hooking me up with this gig. you really came through.”

his voice is louder than your nerves can handle in your current state, so you linger behind suguru, offering a small wave instead. shoko picks up a mylar bag—sapphire blue, sparkly, with a dragon head spitting fire in the corner—and starts discussing marketing strategies with toji’s partner. you’re about to zone out entirely when your phone vibrates in your hand.

gojo satoru has added you to a group chat

bongbros gojo satoru: what’s fr goign on rn XD

gojo’s timing is impeccable, and you have to stifle a laugh.

you: idk i fee l like im stuck you: can’t stop staring loll

gojo satoru: tryna figure out y toji & shui r working in wife beaters wtfff

you snort.

you: nah cuz y it look like yall hired former inmates from a reentry program

sugu: lmfaoao sugu: toji genuinely has no shame he woulda done it shirtless

gojo satoru: slut

sugu: guys fr though say something your starting to look weird af

you glance up to find suguru glaring at you and gojo while shoko patiently explains the menu to an inquiring couple.

gojo clears his throat, “looking good, toji. how’s little megumi?”

of all the things he could’ve said, that was the wrong one. suguru crosses his arms, and toji’s jaw tightens.

“actually, the boy’s doing good. his mom’s bringing him today. wanted to show him I can be a good father figure or whatever.”

“dad!”

as if summoned, a child barrels into toji’s side. he’s small, with spiky black hair and wide, curious eyes. his tiny fists clutch toji’s waist.

“didn’t think you’d be here,” the boy says. “mom said you were lying.”

toji groans, ruffling the boy’s hair. “don’t listen to her when she says shi–uh, stuff like that, kid.”

he fist-bumps megumi before ushering him off. “go run around, sport. saw some other kids out here somewhere.”

megumi spins on his heel and dashes off, shouting a cheerful, “see ya!” over his shoulder.

a dark-haired woman, her shoulder-length hair as wiry as megumi’s, approaches, hands on her hips. “now where did that boy run off to? don’t tell me you lost him already.”

you deadpan at suguru, who’s busy typing on his phone.

bongbros sugu: this is about to blow my high. how do we leave

gojo peeks at the screen and quickly improvises. “guys, nanami just texted me. he’s down the street. let’s go.”

without hesitation, you, suguru, and gojo slip away unnoticed, leaving toji and his ex mid-argument.

“good save, satoru,” suguru mutters, his hand settling on your waist as he guides you through the sea of people. you poke gojo in the back playfully.

“came up with that lie pretty quick.”

gojo chuckles. “no, I’m actually a terrible liar. he really did text me—he’s over there.” he points down the street.

suguru drums his fingers lightly on your side. “you go ahead. we’re grabbing drinks from the tent.”

gojo flashes two thumbs up and spins on his heel. “text me~!”

the turnout is massive. everywhere you look, people are holding emerald-green cups from the cannabis bar–thc infused drinks. the atmosphere is charged—friends chatting, couples dirty-dancing near the dj booth, laughter blending into the music.

in the catering tent, the servers are polished, dressed in slacks and tucked-in shirts. suguru orders a beer, and you ask for a frozen wine, craving something fancy. the drink is fruity and refreshing, a cold burst of relief in the humid air. you let out a content sigh.

“cotton mouth?” suguru teases, popping the cap off his beer.

“you don’t even know. feels like I haven’t had anything to drink in years.”

he chuckles, taking a long sip, his throat bobbing as he swallows. the sight draws your gaze for a moment longer than you’d like to admit.

suguru smirks and leans closer, his hand sliding down your back to give your ass a playful squeeze. “can’t have that now, can we?”

he kisses you, the malty scent of beer mingling with his warmth. your free hand moves to his arm, fingers tracing the firm muscle beneath his sleeve. the two of you sway gently to the music, the air thick with liquor, sweat, and smoked barbecue.

another kiss lands on your temple, tender and lingering, before your phones buzz simultaneously.

bongbros gojo satoru: guys guys guys guys gojo satoru: sports cars doing donuts gojo satoru: nanami’s got the lambo gojo satoru: djfojfjdsd

sugu: stop blowing our shit up

gojo satoru: D:

sugu: on our way

by now, the sun is setting, casting a warm orange glow over the scene, but somehow the energy has only intensified. hollers echo down the street, engines revving as the smell of burning rubber fills the air. suguru had mentioned nanami before—a childhood friend from their hometown. he’s a salaryman, and from what you’ve heard from gojo can be pretty uptight, but is insanely wealthy.

you spot gojo’s hand waving high above the crowd, his ridiculous height a beacon. as you approach, you see a yellow corvette drifting at the fork in the road, tires screeching, while onlookers cheer wildly.

gojo is leaning into the open driver’s window of a sleek green lamborghini. the man in the driver’s seat is handsome, with slicked-back sandy-blonde hair, sharp cheekbones, and a jawline that could cut glass. you blink, wondering if everyone in suguru’s circle is preternaturally attractive. there’s got to be something in their water.

“ah, there you are.” suguru’s voice snaps you back to reality as he introduces you to nanami, who greets you with a polite nod and a brief, “pleasure to meet you. heard lots.”

gojo is grinning like a kid, egging nanami on. “c’mon, rev it! assert your dominance, nanamin~”

before you can roll your eyes, you feel a tug on your shirt. confused, you glance down and find little megumi, his lips stained blue from a popsicle that’s dripping steadily onto the pavement.

“hello, miss.” his voice is timid, and his big eyes flit nervously to the side. “um my dad told me to tell you that you look really pretty tonight. he said you should talk to him later.”

you blink, stifling a laugh as his cheeks flush pink.

“and that’s it. I only said yes so I could get this popsicle.”

he’s so earnest it’s hard to be mad at toji’s sleazy attempt to use his own kid as a wingman. you pat megumi’s head gently.

“thanks for telling me. you can let him know suguru will talk to him. now go enjoy that popsicle!”

the boy beams and darts off, leaving a trail of blue drips in his wake. when you turn back, suguru and gojo have joined nanami in the lambo, chatting casually. deciding to tread carefully, you pull out your phone to message gojo privately.

you: soooo toji’s kid just told me his dad thinks I look pretty. how mad will that make suguru?

gojo’s eyes widen as he reads the message.

gojo satoru: :0 come again?? gojo satoru: using his son is crazy work gojo satoru: but just tell him. he’ll prob just be annoyed

gojo is wrong. suguru isn’t just annoyed—he’s pissed.

when you relay the story to the group chat, suguru immediately gets out of the car, his jaw tight.

“I’m sorry, he did what?”

in hindsight, telling a cross-faded suguru wasn’t your best move. you try to downplay it. “it’s fine, just tell him off later. no big deal.”

suguru rolls his neck, drawing in a deep breath. gojo scrambles out of the car. “whoa, whoa, what’s going on?”

suguru hands gojo his beer and flashes you a deceptively calm smile. “I think I’ll talk to him now. he’s got some nerve.”

you and gojo exchange panicked looks before rushing to follow him as he storms through the crowd.

“toji!”

toji looks up from where he’s crouched by the bar, snuffing out a cigarette. he grins sheepishly, straightening up.

“hey, neph. c’mon, ’s all love. jusst jokes.” his words slur, he must’ve got into something despite working the event.

suguru doesn’t stop, an unreadable look on his face.

“stand up.”

toji chuckles nervously but rises to his feet. “no hard feelings?”

suguru tilts his head. “where’s your son?”

“two streets down with the neighbor ki—”

THWACK.

suguru’s fist connects with toji’s cheek in a brutal arc. gojo curses, spilling beer on your top as he stumbles forward.

“shit, shit, shit!”

toji staggers back, clutching his face, but suguru doesn’t advance. he exhales slowly, his voice low and sharp. “you’re fired.”

toji scoffs, but before he can retort, megumi’s mother shouts from across the yard, “now, toji, I know your sorry-ass didn’t just lose another job—”

gojo grabs you by the wrist, steering you and suguru away before the scene escalates further.

his grip is firm, unfaltering, as he weaves through the crowd until you all regroup behind a tricked-out silver nissan. suguru leans against the car, running a hand through his hair.

“sorry, guys,” he starts, his tone low and tense. “I shouldn’t have done that. he’s been disrespecting me all week.”

you shoot him a sympathetic look. “I don’t care about the punch—it is what it is.”

gojo snickers, folding his arms. “honestly? someone had to do it.”

“but,” you continue, your voice soft, “what about the bar? you don’t want this mess tied back to it.”

suguru sighs, nodding. “you’re right. I should go back, smooth things over. shoko already texted me the numbers—we’re good to pack it up early.”

gojo glances down at you and his eyes widen in realization. “shit, I didn’t mean to spill beer all over you. I can take you back to the apartment so you can clean up.”

you look down, grimacing at the sticky fabric clinging to your chest. “yeah, it’s starting to get gross.”

gojo extends his hand out, palm down. “sounds good. okay, bongbros—on three!”

suguru visibly cringes, briefly cupping your cheek in his hand before heading back toward the bar.

gojo pouts dramatically. “rude.”

the apartment building is eerily quiet, with most tenants likely still outside. now that you’re away from the thumping music and roaring crowd, you realize your ears are ringing.

on the elevator ride up, you and gojo start debriefing the night’s events, laughing at how surreal it all felt.

“I still can’t believe it,” gojo says, shaking his head. “he just—boom! punched the shit out of him.”

you’re giggling when you trudge inside. gojo flicks on the lights and immediately flops face-down on the couch.

“jus let y’rself into sugu’s room f’clothes,” he mumbles into the cushion.

in suguru’s bedroom, you peel off your soaked top, smoothing out your skirt—which, miraculously, stayed dry. you grab some wipes from his dresser to clean the sticky residue off your chest and arms before rifling through his closet.

you settle on one of his white button-up shirts, the fabric loose and soft as it drapes over your frame, the hem brushing the top of your skirt.

gojo calls out from the other room. “hey, I’m gonna run back downstairs—sugu says toji and megumi’s mom are in a drunken spat. gonna check on the kid.”

“go ahead,” you reply, sprawling across suguru’s bed. his scent surrounds you, and in the quiet privacy of his room, your body finally relaxes.

the dizziness from being crossfaded creeps up on you, making you feel hot and languid. catching your reflection in the mirror, you notice how disheveled you look—hair tousled, the button-up hanging loosely off your shoulders, revealing a hint of your lacy black bra. your skirt has ridden up just enough to tease the matching panties beneath.

your phone buzzes.

sugu: you okay? sugu: sorry again. sugu: if you want to leave, I understand.

you: sugu I’m not mad

sugu: were you able to change?

you smirk. lifting your phone, you lean forward slightly, letting the shirt hang off your chest just enough to entice. angling your phone, you snap a couple photos.

you: 2 attachments sent

you watch the text bubble appear, then vanish, then reappear.

sugu: fuck. sugu: you look so fucking good. sugu: my pretty girl.

you: you like?

sugu: so much. sugu: I’m almost done. want me to join you?

you: that’s not all I want…

you record a voice memo, your tone low and sultry. “I want you to come up here and undress me, sugu—I need you.”

you hit send, watching as he saves the audio. for a few agonizing moments, nothing happens.

then a notification pops up—not from suguru, but from the group chat.

bongbros gojo satoru: OMFG gojo satoru: LMAOOAOAOAO gojo satoru: SUGURU’S PHONE JUST CONXECTED TO THE SPEAKER

your stomach drops.

gojo satoru: sounded sexy btw gojo satoru: sugu please don’t punch me 4 that^

you: the whole message played???

gojo satoru: nah, just the first 2 secs

you: omg

gojo satoru: LMAO sugu just had the dj start scrubbing a track so it seemed like part of the set gojo satoru: his face is so red

sugu: almost just had a fuckign heart attack sugu: my phone auto connected to bluetooth

you: I’m sorry suguu :( you: <3

sugu: <3

gojo satoru: <3

sugu: satoru

gojo satoru: :P gojo satoru: guys megumi is gonna stay over tn his parents are having drunk make up sex in the backseat of toji’s honda gojo satoru: I was keeping him distracted with games on my phone were coming up now

sugu: me too i feel fried

by the time gojo returns with megumi, you’re completely drained. you help him set up blankets and pillows on the couch while megumi disappears into gojo’s room with his phone.

gojo flops onto the couch dramatically. “I just… can’t.”

smiling weakly, you drape a blanket over him before returning to suguru’s bed. shedding your skirt, you collapse onto the comforter, exhaustion pulling you into a haze.

suguru slips in quietly sometime later, flopping on top of you.

you wheeze, tapping his arm. “can’t. breathe.”

he rolls to the side, cradling your face with his hands. his dark eyes soften as he presses gentle kisses to your nose, forehead, and cheek.

“you stayed,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with relief.

“of course,” you whisper, smiling.

suguru pulls you into his arms, his chest flush against your back as his lips brush against your neck. his warm, steady presence lulls you into that foggy space between wakefulness and sleep—until his lips press slow, deliberate kisses along your neck, and you let out a shaky moan.

his fingers twitch against your waist, his breath hot and heavy in your ear. “that’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs.

his hand moves with a desperate sort of hunger, tracing the curve of your breast before slipping beneath the lace of your bra. when his finger grazes the metal of your piercing, the mix of cool and heat sends a jolt through you, drawing out a whimper you can’t contain.

“so sensitive.”

his tongue drags a wet stripe up the side of your neck, and his foot hooks around your ankle, guiding you to straddle him. his palms slide down your thighs, spreading them as he pulls you flush against him.

“you drove me crazy tonight,” he breathes into your ear, voice laced with want. “your voice message… so needy.”

you nod, squirming as his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging playfully.

“say it,” he demands softly.

your bottom lip slips free from your teeth, likely raw from all your biting. “need you so badly, sugu.”

the desperation in your tone has him groaning low in his throat. “I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs, his breath fanning against your skin. “but you gotta be quiet for me.”

his fingers find your clothed clit, moving in maddeningly slow circles. your breath stutters as you nod weakly in agreement. his pace quickens, and his tongue flicks teasingly at the shell of your ear, making you momentarily forget how to breathe.

“baby, you’re soaked,” he whispers, his voice tinged with amusement. “these panties are drenched.”

he slides his fingers along the fabric, slick from your arousal, and you squeak when he skims over your clit. his hands spread your thighs wider, one steadying you while the other pulls your panties to the side.

“be a good girl and stay quiet,” he instructs, pressing two fingers inside you with deliberate slowness.

they’re thick, filling you to the point of blissful ache, and the sensation draws breathy, shallow moans from your lips.

“shhh.”

his fingers curl inside you, seeking the spot that has your thighs trembling. he sets a steady pace, each motion purposeful. between his hot breath, the mounting pressure in your core, and the obscene sounds of your wetness, you’re overwhelmed.

your release builds fast, slick gushing around his fingers. you whisper his name, fighting to stay quiet, even as he speeds up. his free hand finds your clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles.

“feels good?” he asks, the rasp in his voice nearly enough to undo you.

you manage a stuttered, “s-sugu, feels so good—ah, ’m close.”

“already?” he teases, his smirk audible. “gonna come for me? come all over my fingers?”

his words are your undoing. your stomach tightens, and you gasp out, “sugu, gonna—”

before you can finish, he withdraws his fingers, leaving you teetering on the edge. a strangled moan escapes, muffled when he clamps his hand over your mouth.

“shhh, baby.”

your tongue darts out to lick at his palm, and he groans low in his chest. his fingers flick over your clit, and you shudder as he pushes them into your mouth.

“suck.”

you obey, wrapping your lips around his fingers, the taste of yourself flooding your senses. he continues working you, fingers stroking deep inside, drawing out your climax. your walls flutter around him, your muffled cries vibrating against his fingers as you ride out the waves.

when you finally catch your breath, your body feels languid, boneless. he withdraws his fingers with a wet pop, leaving a string of saliva between them and your lips.

“you did so well for me,” he coos, pressing soft kisses along the side of your neck. his hands smooth over your skin, tucking your panties back into place as he cradles you against him.

the buzz of satisfaction hums in your veins, and his words blur into the haze of post-orgasm bliss. as he rests you on your side, his touch soothing, sleep pulls you under. the last thing you think is his name, whispered like a prayer.

[@tojisth3rdwife consider this my formal apology for bum!toji]

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cjlouwho · 3 months ago

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any fics you're working on atm??

Always! I've got prompts, Uncle Eddie, and Under These Bright Lights going. I won't have internet until Oct. 8th though so I'm using my crappy hotspot until then (unsure when I can update). I'm also working on a new presumed dead fic (this time, Tommy gets to suffer emotionally), if you'd like a snippet, here you go:

“That was the most depressing thing I've ever witnessed,” Tommy said, sitting on the bed to untie his shoes. “You would have hated it, Babe.”

Silence.

“Someone had sushi catered in,” he shook his head. “Sushi, Evan. Is that not ridiculous? Sushi is not the food you have for a funeral reception.”

Silence.

He picked his shoes up and headed for the closet. “And someone gave me a fifty dollar Amazon gift card, for some reason? She just put it in my hand, said to get something nice? Granted, she was about eighty years old so she might've thought she was at our engagement party. I was going to decline, but I heard you whispering that fifty dollars is fifty dollars, so I took it.”

Silence.

“I know one thing, your parents love you,” Tommy continued, shrugging off his jacket. “I know you may not always believe that, but they do.”

Silence.

He unbuttoned his dress shirt, exchanging it for a pullover. “Bobby kept eying the alcohol. He and Athena ended up leaving early. Eddie was running around, making sure Chris was okay. Kept trying to give everyone refills of their drinks. I think... I think he's trying to keep his brain busy.”

Silence.

#bucktommy #911 #tommy kinard #evan buckley #presumed dead #no one really dies because I cannot deal with that #my other presumed dead fic is one of my most read ones so i figured why not give it another go #but reversed this time

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alphasunpup · 1 year ago

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Feedist Kinktober Day 31- Halloween Party/Stuffing

Welp, it's been a fun ride! Thanks again @fatguarddog for the creation of these prompts, really helped me out of a creative rut. Well, enjoy the read yall!

Calling all the monsters blares out of the speakers in your home. You go find your friend through out the "haunted mansion" party she invited you too. Everyone's costume looked so good. There were your typical vampires, werewolves, and witches. But also some elves, a few Frankenstein couple costumes, and even a devil. You find your friend beautifully dressed up as a witch. She's kind of in her normal attire just wearing purple with a sparkly hat.

"Hey! I'm so glad you could make it!" She said wrapping you in a hug. She felt softer than usual. Her brown skin peak out a bit from the thigh cut dress.

"Of course, I couldn't miss it!" You say excitedly.

"I love your costume," she says. You blush, happy that she appreciated your black cat costume. You decided to actually go as the marvel character which a couple people didn't get.

"Thanks and you look gorgeous. I mean you always look gorgeous, I mean, you look great," I say with an embarrassed chuckle.

She blushes and chuckles. "Thanks. Hey, let me show you the appetizers!" She leads you to a gigantic kitchen where there are some caters lining up food.

"Sushi?" She asks and you gratefully nod.

You let out a moan at her placing the sushi dipped in a little soy sauce in your mouth. She gets about six pieces in you before your full. But then there's pumpkin soup. The soup warms and fills your belly. You put a hand to your tummy feeling it press against the leather suit. You decide to ignore it, blaming it on a little bloat. Then she cuts you a slice of "monster ham," something silly to go with the festivity.

Time passes as she feeds you delicious appetizers, main dishes, and dessert. If this was what a first date was, you didn't imagine it would be at a Halloween party, but hey, who cares? When you finally finish you sit down and notice how your belly bloated out against your costume.

You also notice that the silver spoons she was feeding you food with, wasn't real silver, it was stainless steal. You also noticed that the chandelier in the middle of the kitchen was made of 2.8K diamond, the color around the F-G category. You blink, taken back by that knowledge.

You look around and realize your glasses were feeding you an analysis of every expensive looking thing in the house and the authenticity of the items. You take off your glasses/goggles and look around. Your friend was looking plumper than just before and when you put on the glasses they do an analogy showing she had just gained a bit of weight from before. When you start to analyze the party goers, you notice they're all putting on weight at different rates. But they're also becoming their costumes. The people dressed up as vampires, were drinking more and more punch, the punch becoming blood.

Your friend chuckles and smiles. "Good, the reality warping spell is working."

"The what?!"

She gives you a bright smile. "The reality warping spell. Don't worry all the changes will wear off by sunrise. You know, unless a few people enjoyed the new changes," she said. She takes your glasses, looks at them and nods. "Never knew you were a fan of Black Cat."

You blush. You take back the glasses and think about all the cool abilities and knowledge you would have as the thief, Black Cat.

"Well, can this kitty steal your heart?"

Your friend blushes and then softly kisses you. She sucks on your lip a little. "Only if you let this witch keep feeding you," she says and she rubs your belly.

#feedist kinktober #yayyy I did it #might do the other prompts at later points #soft feedism #feedism kink #Magical weight gain #magic stuffing #magical transformation #sapphic feedism

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phanfictioncatalogue · 5 months ago

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Lawyer!AU (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

Bad Things (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan's an easy target- young, weak, starved of love, and Phil's been watching him for a while anyways. Taking on Dan's case may prove to be a fatal flaw.

Butt Tattoos (ao3) - smollettuce

Summary: 'Last night we had a one night stand but before we drunkenly got each other’s names tattooed on each other’s butt cheeks so now its kind of hard to forget you’ au

corgi post-it notes (ao3) - Gal_tic

Summary: Two idiots who (eventually) fall in love.

Or, Phil is a receptionist who is terrible at communication and Dan is a melancholy lawyer.

Dad Wars (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Or, 5 times Dan and Phil fought over one dramatic school year, and one final battle that would change them forever. Probably.

nylon is for delicate work (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: A forensic linguistic meets a lawyer in Rawtenstall.

Reach for the Stars (ao3) - KaytheJay

Summary: Dan is a lawyer who went to New York when he forced himself to take a break from work. He thinks it is a pointless trip until he runs into his favorite YouTuber from back in the day.

save me from the ghosts and shadows before they eat my soul (ao3) - barboletta

Summary: It’s not like Dan imagined his life to be at twenty. He was an aspiring lawyer, (though he’d prefer actor, if everything were ideal). He was to have the life of a normal student, balancing partying, and studying--learning new things and meeting new people. He kind of does the latter part, but just not exactly how he’d expected.

or the one where Dan is a first-class thief, Phil isn't opposed to violence and they try to survive

Seven days of sushi (ao3) - Portia331

Summary: Phil Lester is a well-regarded sci-fi author. Well, post-apocalyptic sci-fi zombie survival horror, if you're being technical about it. After an epiphany-inducing series of life events, he decides he wants a break from robots and gore and to step into the non-fiction world. His agent and publisher are on board, but there's a catch - he has to give up his artistic integrity and make his work * scholarly * ... within the next week. Is Phil up for the challenge?

sidelines (ao3) - seasofwrite

Summary: The latest in the collection of numbers he adds to his phone is Phil Lester, forensic linguist. Dan got his number through Chief Clarke. He’s scheduled to come into his office this afternoon.

(or, Dan is a lawyer, Phil is a forensic linguist, and they meet when both are tasked to work on a high-profile case.)

These Minutes We Share (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: It's the cafe AU no one asked for where Phil owns and runs a small cafe called the Quaint & Cosy down by the train station, where he caters to every kind of individual that passes through there, from the eclectic weirdo to the stiff professional. One morning, he finds himself catching the eye of one particular commuter with a three piece and a cute smile to match, who's much more relaxed than any customer in a rush to catch a train has a right to be.

Curious, he strikes up a conversation.

wait, is this fucking book about us? (ao3) - noxhsw

Summary: dan is a depressed lawyer, phil is a sad romance author. they meet when they're stranded at an airport, thinking they'll never see each other again. but when phil writes a book about their encounter, dan wants to meet him once more.

Where I Want To Be (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan goes for another audition that doesn’t work at how he wants it too, and feels the idea of being a lawyer for the rest of his life weigh him down. phil is determined to make him feel better.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #lawyer #lawyer masterlist #au #work

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 15: Ruffled

The first 180 days of your 365 days to organize Buggy's grand dream had gone by in a work-crushing haze. There hadn't just been a lot to do, there had been enough work for three of you. You ended up ordering around even Buggy for assistance as things had started to come together.

Buggy hadn't come into things halfway, but he didn't have the organizational and coordination background you did. So he had a bunch of really well documented ideas that needed to be sorted and implemented.

The more effort that was put into things at the start, the less effort would be needed to maintain it. Buggy had given you leave to be a demon, and so a demon you were. Even Alvida had been hesitant to approach you on a couple of occasions. Some of it was knowing what needed to be done, some of it was needing things to be done in a precise way, and some of it was your own rage.

Your heartache had turned to grief, your grief had turned to anger, and the anger had fueled your energy for work.

The worst part about your anger was that you weren't angry at anything. There was no place for the rage to go. You couldn't be mad at the dating site, it functioned on algorithms and sheer luck. You couldn't be mad at Crocodile, he had acted within the parameters you had agreed on. You couldn't be mad at yourself, you did your best. You couldn't be mad at the Marines, though you found some part of you had become very antagonistic toward them lately, but they had just been doing their job.

So you released your anger into reports and schedules and tried to shield everyone around you from it. Some leaked out - Buggy suggested that you needed to be a little less flashy at one point, but that was before one the biggest deadlines you had all faced at that time. Once the hurdle has been overcome all of you managed to relax a little.

Buggy's Delivery Service was becoming a reality.

180 days after that you were a month past the grand opening, and most of your work had been in smoothing out the few untested practical hiccups that you had been expecting to be a lot worse than they were. You had meant to praise Buggy, Alvida and Galdino for their assistance, and instead they had thrown a surprise party for you. Donut shop coffee and grocery store sushi - you had been almost existing on the combination due to your long hours.

Once you had admitted you were okay with it they had brought out the real feast - catered professional sushi and an array of beverages.

It was the first really good day you'd had in almost a year.

360 days, and Buggy forced you to take the next 5 days off before you moved from your Demon Role to your Internal Coordinator role. He had wanted you to take a month off and the two of you had gone back and forth until you conceded to five days.

Home still had memories in it, and you didn't want to spend more time with those memories than you needed.

The first day you had been home all day there was a knock at the door. Something about it left you feeling nostalgic, but you weren't sure why until you opened the door.

Looking down you see a small package with a folded note on top of it.

You dart out into the hall and look for someone, anyone. You needed to grab Miss All Sunday and wring answers from her, someway, somehow. You wanted to vent your anger at her even if you didn't know why. Even if she didn't deserve it.

You wanted your pictures back.

There was no one in the hall, and looking over the rail of the hallway there wasn't any movement out in the yard or lot. You swore under your breath as you grabbed the box and went back inside.

Opening up the letter your legs nearly buckled.

A gift for you To express my deepest regrets.

Sincerely, Doffy

Suddenly the innocuous box was disturbingly sinister, and you weren't sure you wanted to open it. It was phone box shaped, and it didn't feel any heavier or lighter than you expected a box with a phone in it to feel.

If he wanted to blow you up, or murder you, then there probably wasn't much you could do about it.

You open up the box and there's another note folded up on top of a phone that looks very similar to your own. You feel apprehension knot your muscles, a cold chill settling into your stomach. Suddenly, you don't want to know what the note says or what the phone holds.

You decide to get out of the entrance hall and go sit at your desk in your room. Setting everything down, you open the letter to a bunch of technical-looking jargon.

GPS != ✅ SIM != ✅ Inverse controls =control !=analog ✅ File directory protocol [1Ra-4Le-5Re-5Li-?%e-1La] encrypt lock ✅ Passcode = Suwani Data protection = ✅

Aside from the exclamation marks, everything else is typed. Below all the typed information were a series of letters: YDSNDWSSMRGND

"What kind of spy bullshit is this?" You grumble as you look over the note so many times your eyes start to cross.

You pick up the phone, if for no other reason than to look at something different for a minute and choke on a gasp as the lock screen lights up.

It's an image of Crocodile, but he's not at his desk. He's in prison clothes, leaning against a cinder block wall. There are bruises on his face and blood from cuts. Despite the state he's in, there's confidence in his eyes.

Or maybe you're just seeing what you want to see.

The image brings up all the pain of the first day, and for a few long moments you're sobbing at your desk. You're torn between the painfully sweet feelings in your heart and the tempting salvation of moving on. Part of you never wants to tempt the Fates in love again, and part of you wants some prospect of future warmth to be able to bring you comfort like you had before.

After you manage to compose yourself, you tap on the Lock Screen and input "Suwani", and the phone unlocks.

There are Xs across the top of the screen where the mobile data usually is, and the time is glitched out. That makes some of the stuff on the note make sense, since it looks like the GPS and SIM card are disabled. Everything else appears to be intact, as you flip through the pictures you took, the videos, and even find the original image of Crocodile at his desk, that Miss All Sunday had set as your Lock Screen.

All your memories were back in your hand.

The hard question was, did you lose yourself in them, or did you bury them? If you held on to a past that was already a year cold, how long would you last?

You still miss him terribly, but you hadn't even heard from Miss All Sunday all this time, and if Doflamingo had returned this phone to you, the secretary might not even be alive anymore.

What kind of world had you been getting ready to fall into? Maybe you would try a typical dating site, looking for a Librarian or an accountant. Security guard for an elementary school - someone with a mind-numbingly normal life.

You put the phone and note in your desk drawer and forgot about them.

. . . . . .

After your five days off you went into work and settled into your new, preferred role of Internal Coordinator. You hadn't opened your desk drawer in all that time, except to turn the phone off entirely to conserve the battery. You did find yourself looking at it a couple times, but after a decent night's sleep you had decided to move on. This was your new life and you had to make the most of it.

"(Y/N)! Good morning!" Buggy called out as he walked into the office. You were the only one who was generally in before him, though today it was only by five minutes instead of a couple hours.

"Happy Monday, Boss." You reply with a smile, getting up and walking with him into his office. "I have a meeting with the division leads in an hour, and after that is the pulse check with the IT team. You said I needed time after lunch for something?"

"Yeah, I want you to help coordinate the investors. I got them all together at 2pm today, and we'll do introductions. Nothing flashy, but you can put names to faces and they can introduce themselves." He explains, biting into an apple. "After that we can do the level set for the week?"

"Yeah, I can't do it before I sit with the leads, so it'll have to be more of an end of day thing anyway." You agree. "But that works, it also gives me time to coordinate with Alvida and Galdino about this new hire, Ritchie."

"How's the numbers?"

"I only just got here," you laugh, pulling the report up on your work phone. "I promised I wouldn't keep pulling 15-hour days, so give me one moment." You tapped away at your phone for a minute and pulled up the report. "85% - that's up from the 79 I saw last I looked. Pretty good uptime for our staff so far. I'd like to see it hovering around 93%. If we go higher than that we'll need to start hiring more delivery hands."

"Is that accounting for time off?"

"Yeah, and I padded two days to take sickness into consideration. We already had four in there for injury, so we've probably over-padded a bit, but this avoids any nasty spikes in availability." You commented, continuing without looking up. "The 40% downtime pay was a brilliant idea; it's certainly going to keep us competitive."

"I want to hit 60% as soon as we can." Buggy reminds you.

"Yeah, yeah, I haven't forgotten. We just don't have the revenue yet. We will though, if these trends keep up, and as long as our investors don't get impatient about seeing returns." You assure him. "Something I can remind them about when we meet later."

You separate from Buggy and go through your day, meeting with the division leads and checking in with the IT team. You grab a quick lunch from a nearby café, and kill a bit of time until you meeting with the investors. Before you meet up with Buggy you take a few minutes to check your appearance in the women's room – you're not overly concerned, but you want to make sure you look neat and sharp for your first impression.

It's hard enough to corral a bunch of rich people as a woman, there's no reason to give them things to nitpick.

You came to Buggy's office just as he was stepping out to find you, putting you both at the doors. You stepped into his office a single step before you paused.

"Gentlemen, please give me just one more minute." You say evenly, grabbing Buggy as you step back out and close the doors behind you.

Buggy looks completely confused before you finally wheel on him, hissing your words even though you'd rather yell.

"What in the absolute fucking hells is Donquixote Doflamingo doing in that room Buggy?!" You demand, grabbing him by the collar and almost shaking him. "He wasn't on the list!"

"He's on the list! He's on the list, look – look." Buggy holds up a list and you scan the names quickly.

"He's not—wait, is he this 'Joker' entry?"

"Yes, yes he is."

"Buggy."

"Please-don't-kill-me."

You take in a breath and let it out slowly. "I'm not..." you let go of him and pinch the bridge of your nose. "I can't coordinate him."

"... That ... may be a problem."

You look up to the ceiling. "Why would that be a problem, Buggy."

Buggy takes a couple steps away from you before answering. "Part of his agreement upon becoming an investor was that you would be the coordinator for the investors."

"That seems like the sort of thing you talk to me about first, Boss." You growl the words, even as you're trying to calm down.

"He just said you had done such a good job for him during the auction, and I didn't think anything of it since you were going to fill that role anyway." Buggy explains. He's talking fast, and about to reach the screeching stage of his anxiety.

"Take a deep breath, Boss." You say, and you find your voice sounds as calm as you want it to. "Let's just get through this and worry about things after."

You turn back toward the office and walk back in. "My apologies for the wait, I'm Miss (F/N) (L/N), and I'll be coordinating your needs and concerns going forward. If we could do a round of introductions, after which I will provide an update on our current numbers and we can level set on expectations and returns."

You had looked around the room as you spoke, taking in each of the investors in turn. The last eight words out of your mouth, you made sure to look at Doflamingo as you spoke.

#Quicksand #Sir Crocodile #Crocodile x reader #crocodile x y/n #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #modern au #reader insert #yandere

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Some doodles for Minerva’s Headcannons:

- Minerva is mostly and idol to fulfill her partying hunger and to boost her ego. Can get annoyed if people ruin her vibes or get in the way of her spotlight.

- Her best friends are Cater and Epel. Cater is great for her social media plus she loves his passion for fun and teasing. Cater and Minerva also have a mutual agreement to not piss each other off, since both have a similar home life (Minerva being the youngest out of 5 siblings). Meanwhile Epel and Minerva have an interesting relationship, they both have a dislike for Vil (well actually Epel is kind of more like a frustration thing and Minerva is mostly because Vil calls her mangy and uncooth). Minerva feels like a big sister to Epel and loves hearing his natural dialect, besides she admires him when he stands up for himself.

- Minerva loves the extremes of the tastebuds, spicy or sour even though her favorite food is sushi. She’ll douse hot sauce on it anyways.

- Azul really wants Minerva to perform in Mostro lounge for business profits. This usually ensues in a weekly visit from the eel brothers. Azul thinks if she were to become a lounge performer she’d be more valuable to him. Minerva always dejects the concept because it’s “not the vibe”.

- Rook’s nickname for her is “Reine des Chatons”

- Minerva gets so excited when Rook is around, she loves being pampered and complimented even if they come off a bit…hunter like. Plus he always makes such a fun game of cat and mouse despite who plays which part.

- Rook loves teasing Minerva when she gets an attitude. He thinks it’s cute and reminds him that she is a true wildcat by nature.

- On the other hand Kalim has the biggest crush on Minerva. As a happy go lucky boy himself, Minerva is intoxicating to him. He has a pretty hard time hiding it too.

- She prefers flight class over any other subjects because it’s exhilarating.

- Also part of the Pop Music Club.

That’s about all I can throw out so far. My brain is going AH! Trying to conjure up more scenarios makes me go 🫨

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland original character #original character #jade leech #epel felmier #oc headcanons #twist oc #twist yuu #twisted wonderland headcannons

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sir-sunawani · 1 year ago

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Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 15: Ruffled

Your heartache had turned to grief, your grief had turned to anger, and the anger had fueled your energy for work.

Buggy's Delivery Service was becoming a reality.

Once you had admitted you were okay with it they had brought out the real feast - catered professional sushi and an array of beverages.

It was the first really good day you'd had in almost a year.

Home still had memories in it, and you didn't want to spend more time with those memories than you needed.

The first day you had been home all day there was a knock at the door. Something about it left you feeling nostalgic, but you weren't sure why until you opened the door.

Looking down you see a small package with a folded note on top of it.

You wanted your pictures back.

There was no one in the hall, and looking over the rail of the hallway there wasn't any movement out in the yard or lot. You swore under your breath as you grabbed the box and went back inside.

Opening up the letter your legs nearly buckled.

A gift for you To express my deepest regrets.

Sincerely, Doffy

If he wanted to blow you up, or murder you, then there probably wasn't much you could do about it.

You decide to get out of the entrance hall and go sit at your desk in your room. Setting everything down, you open the letter to a bunch of technical-looking jargon.

GPS != ✅ SIM != ✅ Inverse controls =control !=analog ✅ File directory protocol [1Ra-4Le-5Re-5Li-?%e-1La] encrypt lock ✅ Passcode = Suwani Data protection = ✅

Aside from the exclamation marks, everything else is typed. Below all the typed information were a series of letters: YDSNDWSSMRGND

"What kind of spy bullshit is this?" You grumble as you look over the note so many times your eyes start to cross.

You pick up the phone, if for no other reason than to look at something different for a minute and choke on a gasp as the lock screen lights up.

Or maybe you're just seeing what you want to see.

After you manage to compose yourself, you tap on the Lock Screen and input "Suwani", and the phone unlocks.

All your memories were back in your hand.

The hard question was, did you lose yourself in them, or did you bury them? If you held on to a past that was already a year cold, how long would you last?

You still miss him terribly, but you hadn't even heard from Miss All Sunday all this time, and if Doflamingo had returned this phone to you, the secretary might not even be alive anymore.

You put the phone and note in your desk drawer and forgot about them.

. . . . . .

"(Y/N)! Good morning!" Buggy called out as he walked into the office. You were the only one who was generally in before him, though today it was only by five minutes instead of a couple hours.

"How's the numbers?"

"Is that accounting for time off?"

"I want to hit 60% as soon as we can." Buggy reminds you.

It's hard enough to corral a bunch of rich people as a woman, there's no reason to give them things to nitpick.

You came to Buggy's office just as he was stepping out to find you, putting you both at the doors. You stepped into his office a single step before you paused.

"Gentlemen, please give me just one more minute." You say evenly, grabbing Buggy as you step back out and close the doors behind you.

Buggy looks completely confused before you finally wheel on him, hissing your words even though you'd rather yell.

"What in the absolute fucking hells is Donquixote Doflamingo doing in that room Buggy?!" You demand, grabbing him by the collar and almost shaking him. "He wasn't on the list!"

"He's on the list! He's on the list, look – look." Buggy holds up a list and you scan the names quickly.

"He's not—wait, is he this 'Joker' entry?"

"Yes, yes he is."

"Buggy."

"Please-don't-kill-me."

You take in a breath and let it out slowly. "I'm not..." you let go of him and pinch the bridge of your nose. "I can't coordinate him."

"... That ... may be a problem."

You look up to the ceiling. "Why would that be a problem, Buggy."

Buggy takes a couple steps away from you before answering. "Part of his agreement upon becoming an investor was that you would be the coordinator for the investors."

"That seems like the sort of thing you talk to me about first, Boss." You growl the words, even as you're trying to calm down.

"Take a deep breath, Boss." You say, and you find your voice sounds as calm as you want it to. "Let's just get through this and worry about things after."

You had looked around the room as you spoke, taking in each of the investors in turn. The last eight words out of your mouth, you made sure to look at Doflamingo as you spoke.

#Quicksand #Sir Crocodile #x reader #sir crocodile x reader #one piece fanfiction #modern au #reader insert #yandere #grandline metro au

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wedding-djhire · 1 year ago

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Keeping the Celebration Alive: How to Entertain Your Guests at a Wedding Reception

Introduction:

Your wedding day is a celebration of love, and one of your primary goals is to ensure that your guests have an unforgettable time. At Wedding DJ Hire, we know how to create lasting memories and keep the party going, and are happy to share with you some wedding entertainment tips and tricks!

Firstly it’s essential to plan entertaining activities for your wedding reception. In this article, we’ll explore creative ways to entertain your guests and make your special day even more remarkable.

1. Music and Dance:

• A great wedding DJ or live musician can set the tone for the entire reception. Ensure a diverse music playlist that caters to various tastes and encourages everyone to hit the dance floor.

• Consider having a dance-off or a “dance your way to the couple” contest to get guests involved.

2. Photo Booth Fun:

• Set up a photo booth with props, toys, backdrops, and instant prints. This provides a fun and interactive way for guests to capture memories.

• Create a scrapbook where guests can leave a copy of their photos along with heartfelt messages.

3. Lawn Games:

• If you have an outdoor wedding or reception, lawn games like croquet, giant Jenga, or ring toss can keep guests entertained during downtime.

• Provide a designated area for these games, complete with seating for spectators.

4. Interactive Food Stations:

• Food can be entertainment too! Consider unique food stations like a sushi bar, ice-cream bar, taco station, or a make-your-own dessert bar.

• Interactive food stations engage guests and add an element of fun to the dining experience.

5. Signature Cocktails:

• Create special cocktails named after you as a couple. This adds a personal touch and gives guests something to talk about.

• You can even offer a “mixology station” where guests can customize their own drinks.

6. Table Games and Trivia:

• Place trivia cards or conversation starters at each table to encourage interaction among guests.

• Board games like Scrabble or crossword puzzles can also be a hit at tables.

7. Live Entertainment:

• Consider hiring additional entertainers like magicians, caricature artists, belly-dancers, or a fire-dancing troupe to provide unique experiences throughout the evening.

• Live entertainment can be an exciting surprise for your guests.

8. Speeches and Toasts:

• Heartfelt and entertaining speeches can be a highlight of the evening. Encourage your selected speakers to share funny anecdotes and warm wishes.

• Keep speeches concise to maintain guest engagement.

9. Surprise Elements:

• Add unexpected surprises to your reception, like a flash mob, acoustic musical performance by a guest - or better yet the bride or groom, choreographed dance by the bridal party or bride or groom, or a surprise fireworks display.

• These unexpected moments will leave a lasting impression on your guests.

10. Late-Night Snacks:

• Offer late-night snacks like pizza slices, mini sliders, or a candy bar to keep energy levels up.

• These snacks can fuel guests for more dancing and festivities.

Conclusion:

Entertaining your guests at a wedding reception isn’t just about music and dancing; it’s about creating a joyful and memorable experience. Mix and match these ideas to suit your style and budget, and don’t be afraid to add your personal touch. With careful planning, your wedding reception will be a delightful celebration that your guests will cherish for years to come.

At Wedding DJ Hire, we help you to come up with unique and exciting ideas to liven up your party - whether it be a wedding, birthday, corporate event or just an excuse to get together, we can make your event an unforgettable one for you and your guests! Visit our website at https://wedding-djhire.com.au/ to hire our best DJs.

#wedding dj hire #wedding dj hire melbourne #corporate event dj hire #wedding dj hire sydney #wedding dj hire brisbane #party dj hire #dj hire

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10 Ways to Create Instagram-Worthy Catered Events

In the age of social media, hosting an event that's Instagram-worthy is not just a desire but a necessity. Whether you're planning a wedding, corporate gathering, birthday bash, or any other special occasion, making sure your catering Melbourne event is Instagram-ready can elevate your event to the next level. People love to share their experiences on social media, and you can harness this trend to create buzz and leave a lasting impression. Here are 10 ways to create Instagram-worthy catered events:

Choose a Stunning Venue

Selecting the right venue is paramount. Consider the ambiance, scenery, and architectural elements. Natural lighting is often a plus, as it enhances the quality of photos. Beautiful venues provide a strong foundation for Instagram-worthy moments.

Creative Decor and Tablescapes

Work with event designers and decorators to create a cohesive visual theme. This includes unique centrepieces, table linens, chair covers, and other decor elements. Elements like flower walls, hanging installations, or themed props can make your event visually stunning.

Trendy Food and Beverage Stations

Think beyond traditional buffet lines. Offer interactive food stations like make-your-own tacos, sushi, or ice cream sundaes. These stations engage guests and provide opportunities for captivating photos.

Food Presentation Matters

Collaborate closely with your caterer to ensure dishes are plated artistically. Experiment with different textures, colours, and presentation styles. Consider serving dishes in unique and eye-catching serveware.

Signature Cocktails and Drinks

Create visually appealing signature drinks that match your event theme or colours. Garnish them with colourful fruits, edible flowers, or unique drink accessories. Specially designed glassware can also add an element of elegance.

Lighting is Key

Lighting can completely transform the atmosphere of your event. Consider soft, warm lighting for an intimate gathering or vibrant, colourful lighting for a lively party. Professional lighting can enhance the overall mood and make for excellent photos.

Photo Booths and Backdrops

Set up a dedicated area for photos. Provide backdrops that fit your theme and add props like hats, masks, or funny signs. Encourage guests to use the photo booth and share their pictures with your event hashtag.

Engage with Social Media

Leverage social media platforms to build anticipation and engagement. Create countdown posts, behind-the-scenes sneak peeks, and share stories leading up to the event. During the event, use live coverage to showcase key moments.

Live Entertainment

A live band, DJ, or performance can serve as a captivating focal point. Ensure the stage or performance area is well-lit and visually appealing. Capture the energy and excitement of the entertainment to share on social media.

Unique Favours and Swag

Provide guests with memorable takeaways that they'll want to photograph and share. These can include customised event merchandise, gourmet treats, or personalised gifts that align with your event's theme.

Incorporating these elements into your catered event not only makes it Instagram-worthy but also creates a more immersive and enjoyable experience for your guests. Remember that consistency in theme, decor, and branding throughout the event contributes to a cohesive and visually pleasing atmosphere that's more likely to be shared on social media. So, get creative, pay attention to the details, and encourage your attendees to share their unforgettable moments with the world.

#cateringMelbourne #catering

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rickchung · 2 years ago

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The Lazy Gourmet x Rocky Mountaineer Station x Strathcona.

Chef-seared tuna and salmon aburi finished with soy glaze, ginger, and wasabi.

#rick chung #media #sushi #collage #food #foodie #caterer #catering #vancouver #vancity #british columbia #strathcona #east van #east vancouver #seafood #party #salmon

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icleanedthisplate · 1 year ago

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Dine-Out Meals of June 2023, Ranked

I ranked the following based on taste alone. I made no consideration for ambiance or the general dining experience or whatever. I included meals I got to go. I included food trucks, catered meals, and fast food.

Sushi reigns supreme this month over a list that includes more hotel food and fast food than usual.

Should you be interested in the pictures or reading the few words I had to say about each meal, click on the home page and scroll down or see the archives.

Sushi & Sashimi Combo Entrée. Kassai Sushi. Denver, Colorado. 6.26.2023.

Sushi Rolls (Kemuri, Furakaki, Zarigani). Kemuri. Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.18.2023.

Sushi & Sashimi Combo Entrée. Kassai Sushi. Denver, Colorado. 6.20.2023.

Hickory Smoked Chicken Dinner. Babe’s Chicken Dinner House. Frisco, Texas. 6.7.2023.

Farm to Table Cobb w/Atlantic Salmon. Root Down (Airport). Denver, Colorado. 6.23.2023.

Chicken Leg Quarters, Black-Eyed Peas, Cabbage. Platnum BBQ (River Market). Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.2.2023.

Chicken Leg Quarters, Black-Eyed Peas, Cabbage. Platnum BBQ (River Market). Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.29.2023.

Chicken Wings (shared), Gettin’ Figgy Wit It Burger, Sweet Potato Fries. Park Burger. Denver, Colorado. 6.27.2023.

Charcuterie Board, Fig & Goat Cheese (Shared Apps), Caesar Salad, Rabbit Gnocchi. Cattivella. Denver, Colorado. 6.21.2023.

Signature Sweet Hot Burger w/Fries. Copper Grill. Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.16.2023.

Summer Seared Ahi Salad, Tomato Basil Soup. Modern Market Eatery. Denver, Colorado. 6.22.2023.

Catered Party Buffet. Cache (Catering). Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.1.2023.

Avocado Toast, Acai Bowl (Shared all). Fidel & Co. Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.18.2023.

Catered Lunch (Curry Chicken Salad Sandwich, Spicy Bahn Mi, Brownie, Cookie). The Root Cafe. Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.14.2023.

Spicy Chicken Deluxe Pizza, Caesar Salad. Pizza Café. Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.12.2023.

Grilled Trout w/Veggies, Beans. Flying Fish. Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.15.2023.

The Reaper (Turkey Burger), Sweet Potato Fries. Big Orange. Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.25.2023.

Hummus Fattoush Wrap. Fidel & Co. Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.19.2023.

Hummus Fattoush Wrap. Fidel & Co. Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.30.2023.

Jimmy’s Salad w/Salmon. Nardello’s Pizza Tavern. Mount Pleasant, Texas. 6.11.2023.

Oishi Roll, Dragon Roll. Horu Sushi (Legacy Hall). Frisco, Texas. 6.9.2023.

Fried Artichoke Hearts (shared), Cobb Salad. Didi’s Downtown. Frisco, Texas. 6.10.2023.

Shared Plates (to go). Orient Express. North Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.4.2023.

Shooting Star Skillet w/Blueberry Pancakes. Red Rooster Café. Denver, Colorado. 6.21.2023.

Spicy Chicken Deluxe Combo. Chick-fil-A. (Airport) Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.20.2023.

Grilled Chicken Sandwich Combo. Chick-fil-A. (Airport) Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.28.2023.

Seafood Dumplings (shared), Miso Ramen w/Chicken. Red Bowl. Little Rock, Arkansas. 6.26.2023.

Lunch Catering (Taco Bowl). Qdoba (Catering). Denver, Colorado. 6.23.2023.

Lunch Catering (Chicken Alfredo). AC Hotel Dallas Frisco. Frisco, Texas. 6.9.2023.

Lunch Catering (Tacos). AC Hotel Dallas Frisco. Frisco, Texas. 6.8.2023.

Salad Bar. The Café (Perot Museum of Nature & Science). Dallas, Texas. 6.10.2023. (No photo.)

Baja Fish Burrito. Illegal Pete’s (Colfax). Denver, Colorado. 6.27.2023.

Half Rack of Pork Ribs, Half Chicken w/Fries, Salad. The Magic Time Machine Restaurant. Addison, Texas. 6.8.2023.

Breakfast Buffet. Residence Inn by Marriott. Frisco, Texas. 6.11.2023.

Breakfast Buffet. Residence Inn by Marriott. Frisco, Texas. 6.8.2023. (No photo.)

Breakfast Buffet. Residence Inn by Marriott. Frisco, Texas. 6.10.2023. (No photo.)

Breakfast Buffet. Residence Inn by Marriott. Frisco, Texas. 6.9.2023.

Breakfast Buffet. Renaissance Denver Central Park (Lounge). Denver, Colorado. 6.22.2023.

Breakfast Buffet. Renaissance Denver Central Park (Lounge). Denver, Colorado. 6.23.2023.

Breakfast Buffet. Renaissance Denver Central Park (Fifty300). Denver, Colorado. 6.28.2023.

Turkey Bacon, Cheddar & Egg White Sandwich. Starbucks. Denver, Colorado. 6.21.2023.

Turkey Bacon, Cheddar & Egg White Sandwich. Starbucks. Denver, Colorado. 6.27.2023.

Grilled Redfish Salad. Flying Burger & Seafood. Caddo Valley, Arkansas. 6.7.2023.

Chicken Wings (Sweet BBQ), Chop Chop Salad. Brothers Bar & Grill (Central Park). Denver, Colorado. 6.22.2023.

#june 2023 #food ranking #food blog

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askthehiddencaste · 2 years ago

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Another night, another job.

a short drabble on how two trolls met. Omnius(mentioned) belongs to @memurfevur Izdira belongs to @contrastparadoxx

Serthi sighed and closed his eyes. His shoulder ached from having to throw the different recipes together for this highblooded party. ever since the night of reckoning as HE called it. The jade had been doing fairly well for himself, all things aside. Granted he was still living in a motel for the most part, Serthi took full advantage of the contacts that one Omnius Dioxal had passed along. With that name helping him gain his footing, serthi had gotten a massive jump on finding a job and properly getting himself on his feet. "Chef, we need more of the seafood pearls!" called a nasaly voice from the doorway. Serthi cursed under his breath, pushing himself from the wall. "alright alright I have an extra batch already prepped it'll be out in a sec" he called back, already pulling a large platter of sushi styled deviled eggs from the fridge. With a wince, the jade brought the tray up on one hand to hold it aloft, missing the shorter trolls and tehir horns as he slipped around the edge of the room. Serthi hummed to himself as he swapped the trays, carefully sitting the last few eggs with the new batch "Oh good, there are more!" came a hushed little coo as a well manicured set of claws reached over the table to pluck a fresh treat from its seat off the tray. "of course, I cant let one of my dishes run out only an hour into the party" Serthi answered loud enough to be heard, pride in his tone. His eyes followed the hand to its destination and had to give himself a pause. The seadweller that stood before him was breathtaking. Large fins that caught the light, a mane of raven locks cascading down his back, and a gorgeous outfit to accenuate the fuchsias slim figure. A soft chuckle wriggled its way into Serthis brain as he locked eyes with the Fuchsia. "well I'm glad you came prepared then~" came that same delicate coo. The Jade hummed and cleaned his throat, offering a light nod. "of course. Why wouldnt I? Too many caterers dont keep themselves up to date with their patrons wants and favorites... These seem to always be a hit" he replied with a smirk as he watched the stranger. The Fuchsia hummed sofrtly, nodding as he listened to what was said as he popped another egg into his mouth "Well, I agree" he cooed, offering a soft smile that had Serthi's heart fluttering in his breast. "you dont dress like a common caterer, they stick to plain uniforms...who do you have your color added into the design?" he asked curiously, Serthi proudly puffed his chest out "Because im a Private chef, not just a regular caterer. I just so happened to have a big enough slot open that they wanted my talents to be their Hors d'oeuvres" "well in that case maybe I should get your card then hmm?~ I could use a personal chef at home once or twice a week" the fuchsia hummed, serthi blinking for a moment before patting his pockets. "ah, I dont have a card currently.. if you'll meet me by the kitchens door, at your own leisure mind you, I can get one out of my bag for you" he offered, bowing his head respectfully. "Alright. One last thing before you escape~ What's your name?" "Ah, forgive me. My name is Serthi. Serthi Xernal" "hmm~ Serthi~" the fuchsia repeated his name with a content coo. Serthi could feel his heart in his throat at the almost giggle that he heard. "Well Serthi, My name is Izdira~"

#serthi #izzy #:3c #drabble

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Navigating New York Restaurant Reservations: Atlantic Grill at Its Best

New York City is world-renowned for its dazzling culinary scene, featuring an impressive range of restaurants that cater to food enthusiasts of all kinds. Among the gems in this vibrant city is Atlantic Grill, an iconic dining destination that has solidified its place as a must-visit restaurant for both locals and tourists. Whether you're craving fresh seafood, savoring classic dishes, or simply looking to indulge in a memorable experience, securing a reservation at Atlantic Grill is the first step to an unforgettable culinary journey.

A Glimpse Into Atlantic Grill

Nestled in one of New York's premier neighborhoods, Atlantic Grill effortlessly combines upscale elegance with a warm and inviting atmosphere. Known for its contemporary take on seafood and American cuisine, this acclaimed restaurant specializes in expertly crafted dishes using the freshest ingredients. With a menu that boasts exceptional seafood, sushi, steaks, and seasonal specialties, Atlantic Grill offers something for every palate.

The restaurant's sophisticated interior features tasteful décor, ambient lighting, and ample seating, perfect for everything from intimate dinners to celebratory gatherings. Whether you’re visiting for a romantic evening, a business lunch, or a special occasion, Atlantic Grill delivers a polished dining experience that exceeds expectations.

The Importance of Reservations

In New York City, where restaurants can fill up quickly, making a reservation is often necessary—especially for high-demand spots like Atlantic Grill. As a popular dining establishment, Atlantic Grill tends to attract discerning diners looking for quality food, outstanding service, and a delightful ambiance. While walk-ins may occasionally be accommodated, reserving a table in advance ensures you secure your preferred time and date without disappointment.

How to Make a Reservation at Atlantic Grill

Reserving your spot at Atlantic Grill is both easy and convenient. The restaurant offers multiple options for making reservations to accommodate all preferences:

Online Reservations The quickest way to book your table at Atlantic Grill is through their website, https://atlanticgrill.com. With just a few clicks, you can browse available times, select your desired seating, and confirm your reservation instantly. Atlantic Grill’s user-friendly reservation system streamlines the process, making it hassle-free for guests.

Phone Reservations For those who prefer a more personalized approach, Atlantic Grill’s team is happy to assist with reservations over the phone. Simply call the restaurant directly during their business hours, and a member of the staff will guide you through the booking process. This is an excellent option if you have special requests or specific needs, such as dietary preferences, larger party sizes, or event coordination.

Third-Party Platforms In addition to the restaurant’s own reservation system, Atlantic Grill is often listed on popular reservation platforms like OpenTable or Resy. These platforms allow diners to easily check availability, manage their bookings, and receive confirmation via email or text message.

Tips for Securing Your Table

To make the most of your Atlantic Grill dining experience, consider the following tips:

Book Early: Popular restaurants in New York City can fill up days or even weeks in advance, particularly during weekends, holidays, and peak dining hours. Plan ahead and secure your reservation as early as possible to guarantee availability.

Flexible Timing: If your desired time slot is unavailable, consider dining during off-peak hours, such as late afternoons or early evenings. Atlantic Grill’s lunch and early dinner options provide the same exceptional experience with potentially fewer crowds.

Special Occasions: If you’re celebrating a birthday, anniversary, or another milestone, be sure to mention this when booking your table. Atlantic Grill’s staff is known for going the extra mile to make celebrations truly special.

Group Reservations: For larger parties or private events, reach out to the restaurant in advance to arrange accommodations. Atlantic Grill can often customize menus and seating arrangements to suit your group’s needs.

What to Expect at Atlantic Grill

Once your reservation is confirmed, prepare to indulge in a seamless dining experience from start to finish. Upon arrival, you’ll be greeted by Atlantic Grill’s warm and attentive staff, ensuring you feel right at home. The carefully curated menu offers standout dishes such as fresh oysters, perfectly cooked filet mignon, expertly rolled sushi, and mouthwatering seafood specialties. Pair your meal with a hand-selected wine or a crafted cocktail from their extensive beverage list for the ultimate dining experience.

The restaurant’s attention to detail, combined with its impeccable service, ensures that every guest enjoys a meal to remember. Whether you’re trying Atlantic Grill for the first time or are a returning diner, the experience remains consistently exceptional.

Why Atlantic Grill Stands Out

In a city filled with endless dining options, Atlantic Grill continues to shine as a top-tier destination for quality seafood and contemporary American cuisine. Its commitment to freshness, culinary artistry, and excellent service makes it a favorite among food lovers. Additionally, the combination of upscale charm and comfortable ambiance ensures a well-rounded experience that caters to all occasions.

Reserve Your Table Today

For those looking to experience one of New York City’s premier dining establishments, Atlantic Grill is a must-visit. Whether you’re a local seeking a new favorite spot or a visitor hoping to explore the best of NYC’s food scene, securing a reservation is the key to unlocking this exceptional dining adventure. Visit https://atlanticgrill.com today to book your table and prepare to savor a meal you won’t soon forget.

#seafood restaurant #american cuisine #times square #best restaurants in nyc #nyc restaurants #new york city reservations.#nyc dining #times square dining

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infiniti-mall · 14 days ago

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Best Restaurants to Dine at Infiniti Mall: A Foodie's Paradise

Infiniti Mall, one of the premier places for purchasing, entertainment, and food, is a haven for foodies. Whether you are an informal diner or a passionate foodie, Infiniti Mall boasts an array of consuming places to tantalize your flavor buds. From international cuisines to close-by favorites, the eating alternatives right here promise a ride. If you are looking for the Best Punjabi restaurant in Mumbai or virtually need to indulge in lots of cuisines, Infiniti Mall is the vicinity to be.

1. A Flavorsome Welcome

The moment you step into Infiniti Mall, the tantalizing aroma of diverse cuisines greets you. Its colourful food court and first-rate standalone restaurants cater to every palate, making it the exceptional region for a quick bite or a leisurely meal.

One of the highlights right here is the real Punjabi delicacies that stand out among the numerous eating alternatives. Foodies looking for the top-notch Punjabi eating place in Mumbai can rest assured that the mall might not disappoint!

2. Best Punjabi Restaurant in Mumbai: A Culinary Star

Punjabi meal fans have fun! If buttery naans, creamy butter chook, and flavorful dal makhani make your heart sing, the mall houses one of the fine Punjabi-consuming places in Mumbai. With a warm and inviting atmosphere and dishes that deliver you to the heart of Punjab, this eating place is a want-to-go.

Don't forget to try their paneer tikka, tandoori kebabs, and lassi, which are crafted to perfection. Each chunk includes the essence of the right Punjabi spices and traditions, giving you an unforgettable consuming experience.

3. Multi-Cuisine Marvels

For folks that want to experiment, Infiniti Mall offers a plethora of options. From Asian to Italian and from Mexican to Indian road food, there’s a few components to form every mood. Whether you’re in the mood for sushi, pasta, or some hearty burgers, the diverse restaurants and kiosks here have you ever protected.

Looking for something hearty and pleasing? Pair your mall shopping spree with a go-to Best Punjabi restaurant in Mumbai, or discover other appealing eateries.

4. Sweet cravings? Satisfied!

No meal is entire without dessert, and Infiniti Mall is aware of how to sweeten the deal. Indulge in creamy gelatos, decadent pastries, or traditional Indian goodies. Many dessert corners right here make sure you finish your meal on a sugary overdose.

5. Why Infiniti Mall Stands Out

Infiniti Mall isn’t quite a shopping mall; it’s a complete-fledged entertainment spot. Families, couples, and solo diners alike discover a welcoming region right here. The combination of retail therapy and extremely good eating makes it a foodie’s paradise.

Especially for individuals who cherish Punjabi delicacies, the presence of the exceptional Punjabi restaurant in Mumbai elevates the mall's appeal.

6. Perfect for All Occasions

Be it a quick lunch all through shopping for, a party, or a romantic dinner, Infiniti Mall’s eating locations cater to each occasion. The environment, company, and first-class food ensure an adorable experience whenever.

Whether you want to indulge in actual flavors at the Best Punjabi restaurant in Mumbai or discover special cuisines, you’ll find a spot that suits your desires.

Conclusion

Infiniti Mall absolutely lives as a whole lot because of its popularity as a foodie’s paradise. Its eating locations provide a tasty variety of cuisines that cater to each palate. From true Indian flavors to international favorites, Infiniti Mall makes each meal a memorable experience.

For the ones on the hunt for the Best Punjabi Restaurant in Mumbai, the mall ensures a dining experience that’s wealthy in flavor, manner of lifestyles, and delight. So the following time you’re at Infiniti Mall, make certain to discover its colorful culinary services and treat yourself to a meal nicely worth remembering!

#Best Punjabi restaurant in Mumbai #infiniti mall

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sydneycaterers · 24 days ago

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Why a Private Chef in Sydney is the Best Way to Celebrate Milestone Events

Milestone events, whether it's a milestone birthday, an anniversary, or an important achievement to be remembered, leave unforgettable memories. Celebrating these special events in style makes them memorable: A nice restaurant is good, but having a Private Chef in Sydney scenario where you have an exclusive experience at home or any venue, is completely behind that. From personalized menus to incredible services, when someone hires a private chef, that becomes one more dimension of luxury and intimacy, which completely makes extraordinary anything special day. That is why hiring a Private Chef in Sydney is turning into the ultimate way to celebrate life's most memorable moments.

A Truly Personalized Dining Experience

Hiring a Private Chef in Sydney is more like an arrangement for an experience rather than just having some food; you could say a customized dining experience that is matched directly to one's tastes and preferences. Not compared to the restaurants which have already predetermined menus; a private chef can craft a menu that may fit in with the theme of your event, dietary restrictions, and favorite flavors of your guests. Whether it be a French-inspired gourmet feast, an Italian pasta spread, or some harmony of cultures, your private chef will design a menu that is to the very last element in your wish for the day.

Imagine celebrating your anniversary with a five-course French-inspired dinner or enjoying a custom sushi platter for your birthday—your menu, your way. This level of personalization is what sets a Private Chef in Sydney apart from any other catering service or dining option, ensuring that your celebration is as unique as the occasion itself.

A More Intimate and Memorable Celebration

A Private Chef in Sydney brings the experience right to you, so you can actually enjoy a more intimate and personal celebration. There is something magical about sharing a meal prepared specifically for you in a private environment. Either candlelit dinner at home or an elaborate garden party, crowds are absent while an undivided chef feels it to be much more personal and relaxing.

Furthermore, the chef is also an entertainer, explaining the dishes, offering wine pairings, and giving insight into the culinary process. That interaction between the chef and your guests adds another layer of engagement that makes the meal part of the celebration itself. No more waiting in long lines at a restaurant or trying to get the attention of an overworked waiter-the focus is entirely on you and your guests, making everyone feel special.

Unmatched Convenience and Comfort

One of the major benefits of hiring a Private Chef in Sydney is the convenience. There's no need to go through navigating through busy restaurants, making reservations, and coordinating transportation for your guests. Instead, they'll bring it all to you. From shopping for fresh ingredients to cooking and then cleaning up after, it'll all be taken care of so that you simply sit back and enjoy your event.

This convenience factor makes it quite ideal, especially for those holding milestone events in their own homes or unconventional venues. Whether your apartment in Sydney is marking its wedding anniversary or you wish to have a birthday out in a scenic spot, your Private Chef Sydney will bring that restaurant-quality dining experience right to the doorstep of your preference.

Exclusive Touch of Luxury

Employing a private chef in Sydney is a rather luxurious experience that elevates celebration to a whole different selfish level of decadent beauty. It's how you pamper yourself and those you love with something different: for example, a personal chef trained in Michelin-starred restaurants, who can deliver the expertise and finesse to your event that most restaurants would run like mice from. The artistry put into making each dish, the highest quality of ingredients used in every course, and extra attention to detail give ultimate exclusivity and opulence.

During milestone moments like weddings, engagements, or landmark birthdays, Private Chef Sydney elevates the restaurant-like experience of the occasion and turns it into an extravagant and unforgettable celebration. The experience becomes less about the meal itself and more about the lasting impression it leaves on your guests.

Catering to Special Dietary Needs

There is one issue with restaurants: they mostly fail to appreciate the various dietary restrictions an individual might have. A number of your guests could be gluten-free, vegetarian, or even have food allergies, and you also want to be able to make sure that everyone gets to enjoy the food. This is where a Private Chef in Sydney comes in. Such chefs prepare menus to fit everybody's dietary needs while thinking of flavors and creativity, as the chef cooks for just your event.

For instance, a private chef might provide gluten-free alternatives, craft vegan menus, or change the original recipes to meet the demands of health-conscious guests. This level of flexibility makes a person feel nobody is missing out, and everyone gets to enjoy his or her meal while at it.

Rising Trends in Sydney and Around the World

Private chefs in Sydney are undeniably on the rise, and rightly so. After all, who can deny that with each passing day, personalized and customized experiences come to be more glamorous and exclusive? But maybe what makes the whole of it even more dreamy is that you can even invite the private chef over for either your home or event. You name it, this product encapsulates a feast of Sydney to global trends in food magic.

For every major birthday, corporate event, or family celebration, people hire a private chef to take their parties to the next level. The trend has lots of people aiming for a lovely, high-end dining experience and something very different from the normal dining experience. This is exactly what Private Chefs in Sydney speak of when discussing this changing landscape in terms of special, unique, and personalized dining experiences beyond the conventional arena of dining.

Seamless Service and Stress-Free Celebration

When you hire a private chef in Sydney, you no longer need to take care of all the trifles. He will come very well-prepared, and do all the cooking, serving, and cleaning afterward. This takes away from you all the logistics and gives you the chance to enjoy your memorable occasion. With everything being taken care of, you and your guests are relaxed and at ease.

Why a Private Chef in Sydney is the Ultimate Celebration Choice

Milestone celebrations are all about making memories, and what better way to do that than with an exclusive, personalized dining experience prepared by a Private Chef in Sydney? With personalized menus, intimate service, and the ultimate luxury of a world-class chef in your home, hiring a private chef makes sure everything is perfectly executed. As the trend gains more and more ground throughout the world, some people are already realizing that, for special celebrations, nothing beats the magic created by a Private Chef in Sydney.

Don’t forget to check out our next blog, where we’ll reveal why hiring a Private Chef in Sydney is the best way to celebrate your milestone events. Discover how a tailored, intimate dining experience can make your special moments even more unforgettable!

#Private Chef Sydney #Private Chef in Sydney

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