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[artisthewolf]

Sun Kissed Tulips by Art is the Wolf

A 1 Hour/ NO SOUND slideshow of artwork. 4K photos for your TV Frame. Displayed on Nouveau

[simplygojo]

Friend-Of-A-Friend ⸺ Chapter Nine

author's note ⸺ HEY Y'ALL I LIED LAST WEEK SORRYYYY!! Here is chapter nine...Sorry for the delayyy I am planning a trip to ASia for a wedding <3 LOVE U PLS GUYS LMK UR THOUGHTS ON THIS I LOVE THE DRAMAAA pairing ⸺ Suguru Geto x Reader content ⸺ corporate-worker!reader, emotional tension, modern au, the good-ole-days trope, reader uses female pronouns, smoking mentioned(weed + cigs), themes of substance abuse, taglist at end, 4k, this is an 18+ series - mdni

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**Monday, 10:03 a.m.**

“… and if we can get those decks consolidated by end-of-day, we’ll be in a good place for the client check-in on Wednesday.”

Click. Click. Click.

The sound of a mouse somewhere near your left ear. 

A bulky early-2000s style keyboard clacking distantly to your right. 

The gentle, yet oh so persistent hum of the conference room's overhead light—just enough to give you a headache without actually qualifying as a noise complaint.

You blinked slowly at the screen in front of you. A slideshow you did not make. Fonts you did not choose. Bullet points someone definitely wrote with way too much enthusiasm for phrases like "brand narrative integrity" and "consumer-forward visibility."

The meeting had technically started four minutes ago, but the pace of it had already gone syrup-slow. Everyone pretending to care about the quarterly roadmap. Everyone nodding a little too earnestly.

Your eyes darted to the bottom of your screen.

Slide 3 of 37.

Ughhh.

“…thinking we could pivot to something more user-centric. Thoughts?”

You weren’t sure who had said that or what it was in reference to. You watched the mouse cursor drift lazily across the shared screen, circling a graph that didn’t matter. Your eyes glazed over.

Your camera was off, thank god. You were slumped half-sideways in your chair, the lopsided croissant you’d eaten on the train still threatening mutiny somewhere in your chest. 

The coffee in your paper to-go cup had already gone tepid. You took a sip anyway, taking into consideration how exhausted you felt—Regretted it immediately.

“…if we could circle back on the Q2 assets sometime this week—maybe a quick sync before close of business Thursday?”

A brief silence. Then a chorus of agreeable hums. Someone said, “Yeah, totally.” Another voice chirped, “Sounds good.”

You felt a laugh bubble somewhere behind your ribs—not real amusement, just a small, spiralling hysteria at the sheer cliché of it all.

You closed your eyes for one half-second too long.

And there it was—uninvited but not unwelcome.

The memory arrived all at once.

The door. The rain. Him.

He had just stood there for a second—on the other side of your doorway. Rain still clinging to his coat, hair down and heavy with water, dark strands stuck to the curve of his cheek.

The hallway behind him had been cold and dim. But the light from your apartment had spilled forward into it, warm and low, and when it hit him like that—

God—That image of him felt like it was plastered onto your retinas.

The rain had soaked through everything, clinging to him in a way that felt indecent. 

The more you thought about it, the more you’d come to a simple conclusion—he’d looked good like that. Rain-damp and quiet, his voice a soft hey that had settled low in your stomach and stayed there.

You hadn’t expected to notice it. The flush on his face, the way he’d touched the back of his neck, the slow drag of the towel through his hair.

Coat open. Hair heavy and wet, that slow way he blinked, like the light took a second too long to register. Water dripping from his collarbone to the fabric below.

Back in the walls of your cubicle, someone said, “Can we flag that for the legal branch before sending up? Just to be safe on any future liability issues.”

A few murmured yeahs followed—some yellow ‘thumbs-up’ emojis flew around the screen, you decided to send a thumbs up too, what the hell, why not.

You reached for your coffee again. This time, pinching your nose with one hand and taking it like a shot to avoid tasting how awful it was.

Thank god weed doesn’t give you hangovers, or you’d be absolutely screwed.

Still, there was something off about your composure this morning. Not tired, not hungover. 

You had made a promise to yourself, after everything that went down in school, that you would stop smoking—initially, you meant mostly the weed, you just decided you may as well throw the cigs in there too, start a new ‘era’. 

Well…you ended that era last night. 

By the time he had even lit it, you’d already committed to the lie. No turning back.

Your thumb brushed his knuckles as you took it from him, smoke curling into the dark—and behind your eyes, that slow, familiar warmth had already begun to gather.

Not that it mattered now. What’s one night? One shared filter, one familiar haze. An old habit, quietly resurrected under city light and the kind of silence you didn’t want to break.

You shifted slightly in your chair, hoping that shifting your body might shake him loose from your thoughts.

It didn’t.

The air in the office felt stale, over-warmed from too many bodies and not enough ventilation. Somewhere nearby, a coworker was chewing with their mic still on—wet, deliberate bites that made your eye twitch.

Your phone buzzed once on the desk. Then again.

You flipped it over, glancing down just in time to catch:

Gojo: So. Gojo: Suguru’s texted me three times already this morning

Buzz.

Gojo: Direct quote “went over to her’s. smoked. felt like old times.” Absolutely no follow-up. He’s so dramatic

Buzz.

Gojo: Anyway Gojo: We’re smoking again now??

Buzz.

Gojo: Thought you came over to my side?? Gojo: Clean lungs? moral superiority?? Green juice and judgment???

You exhaled slowly through your nose, thumb hovering.

You: It really is not that deep.

Gojo: That’s what they all say before they’re bumming lighters and talking about “missing the ritual” Gojo: Seen it a thousand times You: K. Well I don’t think this is something you need to lose sleep over Gojo…I’m at work attempting to pay attention You: So bye bye!

You swiped downward on your screen and quickly turning on DND mode before you could be bothered by his texting habits. 

The black screen caught your reflection—eyes tired, jaw tight, the faintest trace of a smirk still lingering at the edge of your mouth. You set the phone down. Shifted your focus back to the meeting. 

Well—Tried to.

And—yeah. You did kind of miss the ritual.

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**Monday, 6:07 p.m.**

The subway car was too hot.

Your coat stuck awkwardly to one side of your body, and someone’s elbow was wedged with absolute conviction against your ribs. 

The car jolted. You swayed along with it. 

Someone’s tote bag kept hitting the back of your knee with each sway of the train, and the guy next to you was breathing way too confidently for someone who obviously hadn’t brushed their teeth today.

You did not have it in you to judge. Not today.

The air was thick with collective resignation. Monday exhaustion. The kind that pressed in from all sides, like wet cotton. 

Your forehead itched, but you couldn’t raise your arm to scratch it without elbowing the woman scrolling TikTok behind you. Instead, you shifted your weight, pressed your shoulder harder into the metal pole, and tried not to sigh audibly.

You had been a little bummed today. Nothing tragic—just one of those dumb, tiny disappointments that shouldn’t matter and yet somehow did. 

One of your coworkers had been out sick, which meant no homemade bread on the corner of the office kitchen island. No little Ziploc bags of sourdough or rye to take home, all lovingly baked and evenly sliced. No absurdly good focaccia with salt crystals big enough to break a molar.

You had spent the first half of the day thinking about that bread. And then the second half of the day, realizing it wasn’t coming.

A tragic arc, honestly. A true Shakespearean fall.

The subway lurched again and a collective sway passed through the car like a wave. You closed your eyes, let your head bob with the jolts of the commute. The movement outside blurred into smears of white light, tinny station announcements rising and falling in the distance like some garbled chorus.

Your phone buzzed once in your pocket. Then again.

You didn’t reach for it. You didn’t need to. You already knew.

Gojo had probably sent another unsolicited monologue about lung purity and self-betterment.

You’d let him rot in DND purgatory. At least for now. Till you had the energy for him

Your reflection in the dark subway glass stared back at you—tired, vaguely wilted. Your eyeliner had migrated slightly southward. 

The train hissed and stuttered to a stop. A voice over the PA said something unintelligible. The doors opened, and half the car shifted like a living thing, bodies brushing past each other with silent, city-trained apathy.

You moved with them.

Out onto the platform. Up the stairs. Into the strange blue air of early evening—where everything smelled like oil and wet concrete and someone’s cheap cologne.

It wasn’t until you turned the corner onto your block that you let yourself fish out your phone. A few texts from Gojo, exactly as expected. You ignored them.

And then, below those—

One new message.

Geto: [Spotify link]

Just that. 

A blue hyperlink tucked beneath his name.

The cooler evening air caught the collar of your coat. Wind pressed lightly against one side of your face. Despite the weather finally starting to warm up, that lakefront breeze was persistent.

You kept walking, thumb hovering over the message for a beat too long before tapping.

The app lagged. 

A black screen. The little wheel spinning – evidence of your shitty data plan.

You adjusted your grip on the phone. Slipped it into your palm with more care than necessary. The sound of your shoes echoed faintly off the concrete walls of the narrow side street—quick, metered steps. A soft gust carried the scent of someone’s dinner from a cracked apartment window overhead. 

The playlist loaded slowly. 

Cover image first: that old blurry photo you'd used years ago—some grainy snapshot of a rainy street corner you thought looked poetic in college. And then the title. Still there. Still lowercase, still pretentious. Songs you’d rearranged a dozen times over the years.

It played automatically, the first song of the playlist playing softly in your headphones, the familiar warm, looping guitar, steady drums that you played around your apartment.

Confused, you slowed your pace, causing the man behind you to passively-aggressively walk past you while shaking his head in frustration. 

Before you had any time to think, his name was at the top of your screen.

Underneath it, the second message:

Geto: Thought I recognized last night's playlist…

No emoji. No follow-up. Just that.

Your fingers froze around the phone and you stopped in your tracks. 

A strange pressure gathered behind your ribs as you put two-and-two together.

He actually listened to that playlist?

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**2 Years and 5 Months Ago: Gojo & Geto’s House  1:37 am**

The party had started loud.

Someone had spilled beer on the welcome mat. Someone else had duct-taped glowsticks to the ceiling fan, which you kind of liked.

Gojo was already shirtless in the kitchen for some reason no one had asked about, he always got like this when he and Suguru hosted parties — the little attention seeker.

You liked house parties. 

People handed you drinks with way too much vodka. The couch never cost you ten dollars to sit on. And at 3 a.m., you could order pad thai without judgment. 

Way better than the bars.

It must’ve been after 1 a.m. by the time you ended up on the living room couch—your usual post, worn-in and sagging at the center. 

The room was dim, lit mostly by string lights sagging in the corners. A bassline thudded through the drywall, probably coming from the Bluetooth speaker Gojo kept threatening to take into the shower with him.

Geto sat to your right, one knee drawn up on the cushion. The joint balanced between his fingers glowed faintly, orange and steady. He passed it to you without looking.

Outside the window, the sky had gone ink-black. Inside, someone was playing a drinking game too loudly in the kitchen.

Geto leaned back a little, socked foot nudging the coffee table.

“Is this your music?” He asked, after a long moment.

You nodded, exhaling a refreshing cloud of smoke. “I think Gojo gave me the aux without realizing it.”

“Makes sense,” he said. “Didn’t sound like his usual headache-inducing mix.”

You smiled, tipping ash into a mug that wasn’t technically an ashtray but had seen worse.

Geto shifted slightly, leaned his elbow on the back of the couch. His voice stayed even, and carried a casual tone. “You have a playlist, or do you just shuffle by vibe?”

You let the question settle between you. A warm beat passed, the joint still resting between your fingers.

“I have a few playlists.”

“Mhm.”

Your head turned slightly toward him, eyes narrowing just enough to catch his profile in the dim light. “Why?”

“Send me one,” he said. 

His gaze stayed forward, attention seemingly on nothing. One hand draped loosely across his knee, fingers curled like he couldn’t be bothered to tense them. “I want to listen later.”

You scoffed, sharp and instinctive. “No.”

His brow lifted in quiet surprise at your quick reaction, the corner of his mouth tugging faintly. 

“C’mon. One. Just one.”

You pulled your feet up on the couch cushion, crossed them beneath you, and tucked your cold feet under your knee. “Nope.”

A soft laugh rumbled low in his chest—short, almost self-contained. It barely broke the air between you, but you felt it anyway. The sound of it made the room slightly warmer.

“Seriously?”

“I don’t share those,” you said, pinching the joint between thumb and index, then tipping the ash into the mug beside the couch. The ember flared as you took another hit, your fingers twitching slightly to adjust for heat.

“Says who?”

“Says me.” You paused, voice thinning with something not quite defensiveness. “They’re personal.”

His leg shifted. The knee nearest yours bumped gently into your shin, casual but deliberate. A light contact. 

“Oh, so personal,” he said, feigning gravity. “What, are they all, like, secret love ballads?”

You exhaled, smoke leaving your lips in a slow ribbon. “Hmm, wouldn’t you like to know?” You said, your voice long and shaped by the drag you’d just taken.

His grin broke then, easy and bright. This one cracked his face open fully—teeth and all. A flash of something fond in it. He turned to you properly now, the space between your knees barely there.

“Don’t be greedy,” he murmured, lazy in his seat.

Your eyes stayed forward, locked on the mess of red solo cups littering the floor across the room, but the corner of your lip tugged. “I’m not being greedy.”

He leaned back a little deeper into the couch, spine melting into the threadbare cushions like he belonged there. Which he kind of did. 

His hand draped loose over the backrest, fingers dangling near the top of your shoulder, the distance between them and your skin a live wire. He smelled faintly like weed and clove and something older—familiar.

“Yeah?” He exhaled smoke through his nose, grin tugging wider. “Could’ve fooled me.”

His hand flexed a little behind your shoulder, arm still draped lazily over the couch. The look he gave you was all teeth and warmth, just bordering on cocky.

“C’mon,” he said, voice dipping just under the music—huskier now, scratched faint at the edges like the smoke had caught somewhere in his throat. “You gonna pretend we don’t know each other like that?”

There wasn’t enough air between you. 

Not with the way the couch dipped. Not with the way his voice scratched low from smoke, but still came out smooth.

Your gaze flicked up—just once. Just enough to catch the weight of his eyes on you, heavy and patient. Then dropped again.

You blinked once, slowly.

A flicker of something moved through your chest—tight and inconvenient. You swallowed it down. Turned toward him slightly.

Your lips parted. The joint burned low between your fingers, forgotten for a moment. Your thigh brushed his when you shifted, but he didn’t move. If anything, he angled closer.

You inhaled. Letting the smoke linger in your lungs before speaking. “It’s not about that.”

“No?” His smile was soft now, barely there. “What’s it about?”

Your voice came quieter this time. “It’s just…y’know…you build your music collection throughout your whole entire life. Like, your whole life. It’s not just songs that you like. Each playlist is a collection of memories. Stuff you never intended to share.”

A beat passed. 

The joint burned low between your fingers. You held it out toward him, offering it to him rather than saying anything else, but his eyes weren’t on the joint.

They lingered instead—on the way your leg had started to lean into his, just slightly. The way you hadn’t moved. 

That look of his—half-lidded, lazy, but pinned so squarely on you it felt like a touch. His head tilted faintly to one side, hair falling in front of his cheekbone, and when he grinned this time, it was full—slow and real. A little lopsided. Something that wasn’t a common expression of his.

That grin had no business being on a face so calm.

“Fine.” You said, finally giving in as you tugged your phone from the pocket of your jeans. 

The screen lit your face faintly blue as you thumbed through your music app, already knowing which one you’d send.

He didn’t say anything. Just watched. And that might’ve been the first time you noticed the quiet gravity of his gaze—how present it made him feel, even without words.

A second later, his own phone buzzed in his lap. He glanced down at the notification.

You lifted your eyes, deadpan. “And don’t get all weird about it. It’s like...not even a sliver of my soul. Practically a crumb.”

Geto huffed a laugh, crooked and pleased, thumb still hovering over the screen. “Oh, just a crumb? That’s all I get?”

You nodded confidently, “Mhm, one’s more than enough.”

He grinned, the kind that pulled deliberately at one side of his mouth. “You really know how to make a guy feel special.”

“I do,” you said, exhaling smoke toward the sagging lights. “And I’m not using any of those skills right now.”

He leaned back again, face tilted toward the ceiling like he might laugh, but didn’t. Just smiled—quiet and real and a little tired around the edges.

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**Present Day**

Your thumb hovered above the screen again. Not moving. Just… resting there.

The song played on—its chorus quiet but insistent, winding its way through your earbuds like it knew something you didn’t.

You looked up absently, eyes catching on nothing in particular: a wet glint on the sidewalk, a flickering lamplight across the street, your own faint reflection in the glass window of the laundromat. 

The world felt off-center suddenly, like someone had rotated it a few degrees clockwise while you weren’t looking.

You remembered sharing your playlist with him that one night. You were both so crossed—in your usual spot together on the couch. You protested, but despite all of your best efforts, you sent him the link to one of the playlists.

And then—he’d never said anything. Not really. 

Maybe a polite “thanks,” some comment about the song titles being cryptic. You’d assumed he hadn’t listened. Or if he had, not more than once. Maybe not even all the way through.

But now…

Now you couldn’t stop thinking about him hearing it again. Recognizing it.

Of all the songs you played. Of all the nights.

It had taken you hours to curate that playlist. You'd aimed for something lowkey—comfort music, stuff you knew inside out, the kind of songs that felt like woodgrain and soft light and a warm couch you could sink into.

Not something you expected him to notice. Not something to place so easily. 

And most definitely not something he would remember over two years later.

Suddenly your whole chest felt… out of sync. Too hot, too tight. You started walking again, slower this time, even though you were less than a minute away, you were in no rush.

You hadn’t realized you were still holding the phone until the screen dimmed in your palm. You tapped it back awake. Then stared.

Geto: Thought I recognized last night’s playlist…

There was a part of you—an unhelpful, fluttering part—that wanted to write back:

MY playlist?? How many times have you listened to it? You never even brought it up again after I shared it?????

But you didn’t.

Instead, you slipped your phone back into your coat pocket, let your fingers curl around it. Like that might settle something in you. Like it might slow the strange, quiet tremble that had started under your skin.

The music played on, and you let it.

Same guitar loop. Same steady drums. But your thoughts did not flow with the music as usual, no, they were stuck on Suguru.

After a few moments of overthinking, your feet brought you to your apartment.

The door clicked open beneath your hand, hinges sighing the way they always did. A slow breath passed through your lips as you stepped inside, the soft shuffle of your shoes against the mat filling the silence.

The music still played—muffled now, one earbud still tucked in, the other hanging limp against your collar. A gentle guitar loop unfurled through the wires, slipping into the apartment with you like something remembered.

You didn’t bother turning on the lights. 

The early evening gloom had settled in—soft and blue, the kind that bled into the corners of rooms and made everything feel like it belonged in a dream. Or maybe just the part after waking.

Coat still on, you walked toward the kitchen. No purpose at first—just movement. Just something to do with your limbs. But then your eyes landed on the sink.

Those two damn space animal mugs, sitting exactly where you'd left them the night before byv the sink. 

They weren’t remarkable, not in shape or colour. But they now, for some reason, evoked a different reaction in you.

Your chest gave the faintest ache. Not sharp. Just a weight, settling in beneath the ribs like a familiar guest.

The music threaded on, drums steady. The chords moved in slow circles. You’d chosen this playlist for comfort. But now it felt like carried too much. 

Your fingers moved to the tap, as if that might help.

Warm water, soft foam. The sponge moved on instinct. One mug. Then the other. But your body felt distant from the motion—like it was happening a few steps outside of yourself.

His voice lingered in your ears—not in the music, but beneath it. Not a word-for-word memory. 

More like the frequency of his speech. The vibration of his words. That low, amused tone he used when something caught him off guard—in a good way.

Your chest pulled tighter.

It didn’t make sense, how many ways the past twenty-four hours had folded themselves around you. How easily he slipped into all the quiet parts of the day. The parts that used to feel yours alone. 

Your eyes glanced to the balcony door.

The sheer curtain stirred faintly in its frame, catching a breeze you couldn’t feel from where you stood.

Outside, the city smudged against the glass—dull orange streetlights, a shifting silhouette of branches, a flicker of someone else’s life a few floors down.

The track was ending—fading into the brief silence between songs. You stood in it, feeling the way it clung to your skin.

And then the thought came, uninvited but unmistakable.

“God,” you muttered, barely above a breath. “I could really use a sesh right now.”

The words hung in the air for a moment—half a joke, half a prayer—and then you turned, the tile cool beneath your socks as you padded down the hallway, the music still playing quietly behind you, like it knew exactly what kind of night this was becoming.

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❝ Burn for you ❞

post-s6!Stiles Stilinski x werewolf!male!reader | nsfw, smut | sub.bttm. reader (AMAB) | not proofread | wc: 4k

warnings: omegaverse dynamics (r!), praise kink, biting, scratching, spanking

req: can I ask for a stiles fic, like reader(m) is a werewolf n went into heat and the only person he actually trusts from the pack is stiles so he just bursts into his room in the middle of the night all hot and sweaty and stiles is just dumbfounded until he realised what was wrong and he helps him all night 😋😋 anyway and like end it with some cuddles n stuff if you can, oh and like a shit ton of praise just like mass amounts, plus like biting, scratching maybe a few smacks here and there and that's it! (bottom amab reader pls)

"This is insane," by all accounts he was right. Stupid, cunning, frantic and witty Stiles Stilinski was right. This was insane. "Stiles," but here you are — countering his factual statement. "Stiles, please..." The hands in his hair stop and he looks at the state you're in. Actually looks. His eyes take in the wildness in your eyes that, once upon a time, would've made him flinch as they glow in the dim lighting of his dorm room. Yet at this moment, they're anything but frightening, instead they're desperate.

There's a startling realization that the werewolf before him was desperate for him that makes Stiles choke on his own spit. The hands in his hair travel down to cover his mouth but you know it's still in that annoyingly slacked-jaw pose. Why were you sneaking into his dormitory room through a window!? "Stiles!" You land on your feet and now Stiles has a werewolf in his dormitory room. The carpet silences the thudding your shoes make as you reach for the collar of his shirt. It's new. Sheriff Stilinski probably bought some new clothes for Stiles for Christmas —that's not the point. The point is, his shirt is new and you're stretching the round collar wider at the front, claws teasing the fabric as you grit your teeth together to stop your fangs from making an appearance. "Hey, easy, easy!" His palms rest on your face. Stiles squeezes your cheeks together when he feels fur attempting to sprout. He shushes, twisting his head on a swivel around his tiny room. His roommate said he'd be out but the lights from underneath Stiles door is on and he sees shadows moving. He can handle a werewolf in distress but handling that whilst keeping the secret of the supernatural away is a juggling act he'd rather not attempt. He's had his fill from his high school days. He'd rather not repeat it again in college.

What were you even doing here? Last time you two called you'd been in Beacon Hills, California helping his father out with some rogue werewolves. What the hell were you doing in Quantico, Virginia!? "(Y/N)," his eyes are set in a determined squint. Yours are furrowed, eyebrows meeting in the centre that makes a slideshow of memories appear behind Stiles eyes with every blink. The second time he says your name it's softer. As if he recalls who you are and you squeeze your eyes shut at the warmth in his voice. Shoulders sagging and grip loosening, you lean forward to bury your face in the crook of Stile's neck.

Everything is fuzzy. There's someone else nearby — two someone's, to be exact, but everything beyond Stiles' door is irrelevant.

Everything beyond Stiles is irrelevant.

Stiles wraps his arms around you. You swear you can feel every scar on his palms and finger pads despite the jacket you wore. It's mindboggling how amplified Stiles is right now.

He eyes the shadows from his door. They pause and Stiles grip on you tightens. It elicits a gasp from you as you clutch the front of his shirt again. Stiles ignores how hot his ears feel as your lips brush against his skin and how he can feel the tips of your teeth (not fangs, thankfully) whisper along the thickest junction between his neck and shoulder — or he tries to. His pulse quickens and you're so close too him you can feel it, see it, hear it. Your hands are flat against his sternum. With your eyes aglow you tilt your head down to spread your fingers across his chest. "Shh, shh, my roommates asleep," Stiles would thank Tom (his roommate) for being considerate but a few giggles escape the girl he's brought over and Tom is pushed against the door. The sound is decidedly too loud for an already sensitive werewolf so you lips curl in distaste. Your growl only cut short by Stiles hands smacking itself over your mouth so hard your head tilts back.

"Stiles — !" "(Y/N)" his whisper is sharper than you're used to. The frown etched onto his face is so familiar but so...grown. It had only been a year since graduation. Since that mess with the Wild Hunt and everything in between. Stiles looks so adult now. Oh, there's still mischief written all over his face but everything that was soft-edged was sharper and there was this hint of a stubble along his jaw and chin. The bags under his eyes were probably because of wild nights roaming Beacon Hills woods for dead bodies but it seemed college exacerbated it tenfold. It reminded you of the Nogitsune when it had Stiles but he wasn't pale and he was still familiar. You're staring. You realize that you are but Stiles just looks so handsome and the memories are flooding in faster than you can stop them. His hands smell like energy drinks, spilled pen ink, dusty cold-case files Stiles definitely had no authority to be snooping through and home. Stiles flinches, chest concaving away from you when you whimper and tug at his shirt.

No, not whimper.

Moan.

"...Your roommate has company too," Tom's girl whispers barely reach his ears through the door. Their shadows stumble away with a few 'hushed' giggles but Stiles only tears his eyes away when he hears his roommates door shut.

"What the - Are you hurt? (Y/N), it's 2 am — You-You're supposed to be in Beacon Hills!"

Why is he so far away from you? He's pacing again, combing through his hair again and he's rambling again.

"Stiles," he doesn't pause as you call for him. He's too frantic to see the way you're panting or the way your cheeks are heated. "You know you're supposed to call me first when things happen!" He gasps and spins to looks at you. "Is it an emergency? Does Peter have another kid running around or something? Hunters? Are you —"

You're breathing too hard. He inches closer again. It feels like he's teasing you. Moving to-and-fro like a sly fox teasing a wolf.

"You're hurt?" "Stiles," the whine is high in your throat. A keening almost. It makes Stiles hands hover over your shoulders when he'd been gripping you so tightly minutes before. "Stiles, I need you"

"Need? Need...Need me to - For what exactly?" Your jacket is shrugged off. He can see the way your shirt is sticking to your skin. To his relief he sees no wounds, no blackened veins bulging and spreading across your skin because a hunter gave you a dose of Wolfsbane poisoning. It leaves him more confused. More flustered. "Somethings happening to me," you take steps forward. Stiles lets you. "What's wrong, (Y/N)?" He wants to turn on the lights in his room. Moonlight looks wonderful on you and the table lamp is less headache inducing to work in during these times but he's frozen with concern.

What if you were cut by a tiny blade covered in Yellow Wolfsbane? Or some other type of poison — a Kanima maybe? No, you weren't paralyzed. You weren't dying, if you were dying he' be sure you'd be more panicky but goddammit what if you were and you didn't realize it!?

"Derek...Derek said it happens to werewolves wuh-when we've...matured," Stiles wasn't there to witness the chaos the pack went through with the other wolves. Blissfully unaware of the embarrassment that lasted for days and it wasn't as though Scott was going to tell Stiles about the time he was so painfully horny after his 18th birthday that Malia and him effectively traumatized Melissa. "Matured...?" "Stiles, my birthday just passed," you don't want to say it. It kills you every time you even think about it so why would you want to say it out loud? "Happy...birthday?" But Stiles wasn't catching on. Derek had advised you about holing up somewhere. Said something about finding someone to partner up with. Preferably a pack mate and not some stranger in a bar. The notion was far too embarrassing. Scott was like an older brother to you and he was dating Malia who you think would probably not mind if you decided to spend your heat with the two of them. You minded though. So, no. Derek was a definitive no. Too much angst, too broody and too old for you and Lydia didn't deserve to be subjected to anymore werewolf biology nonsense then she already had. There were more pack mates but they were all a no but, Stiles...? He made you feel so safe. His brilliance was blinding (sarcastic quips included) and his valor in deathly situations were enough to make you swoon. Such kindness despite the torments life had thrown his way. Even now, he's showing it. He's holding you, tender and sweet, and his eyes are scanning you for injuries. "Stiles..." Your eyes meet. His brow furrows and his hand is cupping your cheek again. "Stiles, I'm...I'm in heat." His mouth opens then closes then opens before closing. Stiles is doing that thing where his brows are moving on their own and his eyes are blinking rapidly which means he's thinking. "Whaaat does that mean? Just - just as a clarification ya' know" You groan. The pants you're wearing has been achingly tight and you can't stand it anymore. "Dammit, Stiles! I need you to fuck me! I'm in heat, I feel - I feel like my skin is on fire and I - I just, fuck, please, Stiles, please" There's tears in your eyes. Embarrassment be damned, it's too much. It felt like your senses were fucking with you, it's been like this for days, symptoms of oversensitivity steadily raising until it reached its boiling point that caused you to drive all the way to here. But all of it washes away when Stiles is holding you. All your focus is on him and it relieves you of so much pain why the fuck isn't he holding you now? "Please, I need you, I need you so badly."

Stiles catches you when you trip over your own feet, faceplanting into his chest where he can feel your open-mouthed breathing. Your hands cling to his shoulders, his wrap themselves around your middle as you cry. "It hurts, Stiles. I can't, I can't think I just — Mmf, you smell so fuckin' good," your gaze lifts up and Stiles groans into your mouth when you surge forward to kiss him. It's a shitty kiss. Sloppy, messy, and there's a clear lack of coordination but fuck it was hot. His tongue brushing against yours along with his lips.

You feel the dry patches he has — clearly college has triumphed his basic needs so you fix it by wetting his lips with your tongue. His grip tightens as you push him back, back and back until the back of his knees knock onto his bed. He falls. You fall too. It's not the first time he's had a werewolf over him but it is the first time he's had a werewolf in heat on top of him. He prefers this compared to the other instances. The window of his room, where moonlight floods in, cast you in this blue hue. It contrasts with the warm hued light of his desk and the colours look so fucking good on your skin. Your lashes are dark with tears. Stiles is certain he's tasted a few of them while kissing you. He reaches up and wipes the evidence of their path away. You turn your nose into his palm like a puppy and Stile's plaid patterned pajama pants feels a little tight. A tear slips and Stiles uses both hands to hold you. Those pretty eyes flutter open and Stiles gulps. You were (Y/N) (L/N), a longtime friend. One of the first guys that made him realize he was bisexual. A cherished friend, someone he could imagine one day meeting up for drinks even after decades have passed. Here you were, on his lap. "Why, why me...?" It was a fair inquiry. He lived miles away and he hadn't been available as of late too. You? You were a looker. So handsome and kind it made Stiles feel guilty every time he jerked off and your face appeared in his thoughts. You could have anyone you wanted. If the werewolf thing was stopping you from getting with anyone...well, it wasn't as if there were a shortage of werewolves in Beacon Hills. The sounds of your breathing muffles the beat of silence. Then, you're leaning down and Stiles places a hand on your chest to stop you. "You...You don't want me?" He feels your muscles tensing. Ready to dart if he nods but he doesn't. "I...I really want you, (Y/N)" You lean again and again he stops you. "Stiles, please —" "Why me, (Y/N)?" He knows you're thinking. You have this tell on your face when you do and since you're just inches away from him he'd be blind not to see it. "Because I...I trust you, Stiles. Muh...More than anyone else. I don't just need you, Stiles, I...I want you" It's his turn to talk but he's quiet. You're whimpering again, hips twitching as you try so very hard not to act on impulse despite the way your body is on fire. There was this annoyingly loud voice in your head just chanting Stiles name and it's killing you that he is so, so, close but not fucking you. When Stiles kisses you it takes you aback, teeth clacking and all but neither of you care. He pushes himself up onto his elbows and he's gripping the back of your neck as he all but devours you. Your hands slide up his shirt. He flinches, pulling away from the kiss and squeezing your neck. "I bruise easily," you're confused. He motions to your hand with his eyes and your eyes widen when you see your claws fully extended. "Shit, Stiles, I'm sorry —" He cuts you off with his mouth. Your eyes are rolling back and he swallows every pathetic noise as he grabs your hips, ass, then your thighs. The yelp you let out when he twists you surprises you both. He's between your legs now, above you and grinning boyishly. "That's — That's new," he nods before diving in to mottle your neck. Your fingers are curled into fists as you arch your back into him. "Learned some self-defense moves, came in handy, huh?" Your laughter dies when you feel Stiles teeth playfully bite into your flesh. "I mean, it works against werewolves" Both of you glance at the wall behind you when you hear repetitive thuds, followed by a squeal of pleasure. Stiles wants you to scream on his dick like that too. You gasp, whispering out his name when Stiles undoes the annoying obstacles that is your pants. Your boxers have a wet patch on them and you nearly kick Stiles off when he presses a kiss on it. He's hastily tugging your pants away from your legs but you're not cold at all. Everywhere he touches you feels like he's setting you on fire.

But it's good. Not like "before Stiles", not like "without Stiles" burning that makes you feverish and turns your skin unbearably lonely. Stiles touches spreads this delicious burn across your skin. Your shirt is next. Stiles doesn't help you with, just watches as you take it off and toss it to the side. He's over you again, kissing you again and you're so overwhelmed you can't help the noises you're making. His fingers ghost along your navel but you've no time for foreplay. You grab his wrist and guide it down to your crotch, bucking your hips up from his ghost-like touches. "Fuck, you're pent-up," You're nodding in agreement, balls tightening as he finally, finally, slips a hand into your underwear. Your torso twists to the side, moaning like a whore as he holds your cock in his hands. "Really pent-up" Stiles jerks his wrist and you're biting your hand to keep the noises down. "Don't, not like they're holding back" Stiles reminds as the headboard banging grew more incessant. He pulls your hand away, pinning it down as he watches your face. His fingers are so good, palm warm and your precum is excessively leaking down. Probably a side-effect of the whole "in heat" thing. His thumb digs into your slit and he's groaning at your wanton moans. Curious, he slides his hand down. "Stiles," you feel him touch your balls but he slips further down to your perineum then to your twitching entrance. His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. "You're wet" Stiles astute observation makes you dig your heels into the mattress. "You're wet"

"Stiles!" You can't handle this. You need him inside you not have a QNA session. "You've fought werewolves, a Kanima, hunters, the Wild Hunt, the Nogitsune, fuck — You survived holding Derek Hale up in a pool full of water while he was paralyzed for hours, stranger things have happened than my ass being self-lubricating!" You spread your legs, holding your thigh open as you try to catch your breath. He watches, entranced, as your fingers slip into yourself. It slides in with ease and familiarity. You're pumping one finger then two and then three. The way your rim stretches and clenches — Stiles sees it all. Stiles towers over the foot of his bed, over you, and you're relieved as you spot his hands replacing yours. His fingers are longer than yours and it has you melting as he pumps into you. "Shit, you're so warm" "All for you, baby, just for you," his ears are burning again. You look so blissed out but Stiles knows this isn't what you want. His shirt is the first to go and after stepping out from the puddle of checkered patterns Stiles is naked too. His cock is just as pretty as he is. There's moles on it, veins decorating the underside of it. It's long, more girthy near the base. "You manscape...?" You ask. "Shut up," Stiles replies. Stiles splits your legs apart, they're cushioned on the top of his thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck. The tip of his nose bumps into yours, lips catching yours again. He only pulls away when you feels his head catch on your rim. Stiles watches your face as the pressure gives and he's inside of you. He's biting his lower lip, wanting to only hear you (Tom isn't helping but that's not in his control). "Oh fuuuck, Stiles, Stiles your — " Stiles nods, pulling his hips away a bit before inching more inside. It has you whining. The delicious drag of his dick makes you clench and he hisses. "You feel so fucking good," he whispers against your Adam's apple, grinning as it bobs when you gulp thickly. Your claws are out again but he's electing to ignore it as it leaves kitten scratches across his shoulders. "God, (Y/N), you're so tight, so warm — Jesus fucking Christ, I —"

His words are making you squirm. It feels like an eternity but once he's fully sheathed inside of you it feels like all those days of overstimulation hell was worth it. The both of you moan and Stiles relishes in your velvety walls as they welcome him. "Like you were made for me," You whimper out his name. He notices your eyes are wet with tears and so he braces himself on his elbows, pushing you further up his bed. The jostling makes his dick pump into you and you mewl sweetly. "Don't have to cry, pretty boy, I've got you," he cradles the back of your head and places his forehead on yours. "Stiles..." Your eyes widen as he thrusts into you. He's watching closely. Your face scrunched up in ecstasy as he moves in and out of you. "You're so beautiful, fuck, (Y/N)" He hisses again when you clamp down at him. Only looking away to see your cock twitching in a tell-tale sign of an oncoming orgasm. Stiles chuckles as he grips at the base making you groan, shaking your head. "Hey, shh, relax, I'm helping you out. I'm not an asshole," he does that thing with his wrist again and your back arches. You see white and he slows his thrusts down, his back stinging but it's not the worst thing he's been through.

Stiles kisses down your throat and chest. He rubs soothing circles in your hips but he's still so painfully hard inside of you. The very feeling has your cock filling up again. He wraps his lips around your nipple, twirling his tongue around it and letting his teeth catch it as he pulls away. The entire thing has you shuddering. Stiles grabs a handful of your ass then maneuvers you onto your stomach, slipping out of you smoothly before positioning himself behind you. "FBI training?" You pant out as you look at him from over your shoulder. It makes Stiles laugh. "No, uh, just good ole' experience and porn" You roll your eyes at him and he grunts as he grips your hips. "Oh, I'll give you a reason to roll those pretty eyes," His pulls almost all the way out then slides back home. You moan out his name, clutching onto his bedsheets so hard there's a distinctive ripping sound. None of that matters though. The position you're in makes Stiles go in so deep it feels like you're in heaven. Your back is bowed and your face is in the sheets. Stiles sucks his teeth as he watches the way your ass ripples and bounces with every thrust in. You're writhing on the bed, moaning out his name as he plows into you. Stiles can't help himself. He lifts his hand and you squeal at the impact of his hand against you ass. "That feel good?" With the way you're backing up on him, he assumes that means yes. He squeezes your ass in his hands, watching the flesh blush because of his hands. Every spank makes you tighten around him and he groans as he soothes the stinging with his kneading hands. "So good for me, fuck, (Y/N), that's it just — Ah shit, shit, shit, your ass feels so good" Your cock is hanging heavy between your legs. Stiles grip on your hips is almost bruising. Your sweat slicked skin under moonlight has Stiles approaching his orgasm quicker than he anticipated. "I'm going to — " "Yes, yes, yes! Inside me, inside me, Stiles"

His thrusts become more and more erratic and you feel your second orgasm coming at you like a freight train. He's so beautifully loud the closer and closer he gets to his orgasm, you're whimpering as he ruts into you. His hands slide up your hips and he curls his arms around your shoulders to pull you up. Your back flushed against his chest. Stiles kisses you, messy and hot, and you only pull away to moan out his name as you come all over the bed sheets. He's not far behind, he fills the inside of your ass with thick ropes of cum and every involuntary twitch of his hips makes you let out whiny moans. His thighs twitch but Stiles makes sure you don't fall in your own cum. He lays you down next to it, slipping out of you with a groan before he bunches up his blanket to toss it to the pile of dirty laundry. You cling the second he lays next to you and he does not object. He pulls you closer, catching his breath as he kisses the top of your head. "That felt good?" You nod, asking him the same question with a scratchy voice. "Fuck yeah it did, holy shit," You grin as you grasp at his chin to give him a rewarding peck. "You're so...You're so hot, you know that?" "Stiles," you bashfully glance away (an odd time to be bashful but that can't be helped) and Stiles squeezes you closer. "I'm serious! I'm not saying it because of the post-sex glow or whatever — which, by the way, you are glowing" Your guffaw, hiding your face with your hands as he continues look oh-so-proud of himself. "I slept with (Y/N), I spanked his ass — He wanted me" "You're talking to yourself," you murmur, ear twitching as you hear Tom and his girl also coming down from their romp. How nice. Orgasms for all it seems. "And it's wants not wanted" He feels something twitch against his hip. Stiles peeks down and laughs in disbelief. "I still want you, Stiles..." Your eyes glow again. The way you're nosing his neck makes his dick raise to attention. "Stiles," you call. "I've got you, (Y/N)," he answers.

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🩸The Blood Trinity🩸

Zelda Spellman x Lilith x masc! vampire! Original Character

wordcount: ~4k (part 3/5)

Chapter summary: An accidental meeting turns into something heated between the vampire and the witch. (Fookin’ finally✨)

Chapter specific warnings: unintentional voyeurism, caning, smut, swearing

a/n: Hello everyone! Blessed Yule/Merry Christmas for those who celebrate. 😄 Here’s my little gift to you in the form of a new chapter. Ngl I got a bit carried away with the spicy part in this one, but since it’s a fast burn…I don’t really mind? (Lilith will appear in the next chapter so stay tuned. 😏)

read it on Ao3.

No beta, all mistakes are mine.

Enjoy! :)

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Chapter 3.

Encounters

In her bored state, Alexis couldn’t help but wander around the Academy early in the afternoon. The events of yesterday replayed in her mind like a sweet dream, making her insides overwhelmed by her growing hunger. She desperately tried to push down the lingering feeling the witch’s blood had caused. It still swirled around her system, tingling around nerve endings. Alexis couldn’t recall ever tasting such a sweet and rich flavor, and the urge to have at least one sip again was frustrating. She needed to keep her nature at bay, otherwise she was doomed, if Zelda would try something similar in the future.

Talking about the redhead.

A familiar voice reached her senses when she walked past a closed mahogany door. Alexis heard the woman explain something in latin when she turned back and leaned in closer. The sheer curiosity won over, after she lingered in front of the door for a minute listening and with a gentle push she opened the door slightly and slipped in.

The first thing she noticed was the massive auditorium filled with several students, but the lights were dimmed down, since there was a slideshow on the whiteboard across the seats. She was glad for the darkness, especially in the back of the room where she could safely examine the lesson Zelda was currently holding.

She was wearing a white high neck chiffon blouse with a black pencil skirt, and heels, her red hair was curled and tossed over the right side of her shoulders. She glanced at Zelda’s hands seeing an object on display and Alexis had a sudden strange feeling about the way the witch was holding a— cane. It made her appear powerful and demanding, which made the vampire lick her already dry lips. Keeping her needs at bay seemed way harder when the woman looked like a—

A loud ‘whoosh’ sound broke the chatter in the room, followed by an immediate snapping thud on the desk in front of the woman, making the entire class silent. Even Alexis flinched, as the sudden noise brought her back from her pondering. When she lifted the cane from the surface the vampire watched with wide eyes as Zelda spoke.

“Silence, Mr Scratch, or you will find yourself in the Cain Pit in no time.”

“Sorry, Ms Spellman.” The boy ushered an apology and only then Alexis noticed that he was probably chatting with Sabrina, as she spotted the blonde girl sitting next to him. It seemed that Zelda was very protective of her niece.

“As I was saying.” She continued, straightening her back, turning back towards the whiteboard where the slideshow was still going. “It is very important to articulate the incantations you use during a bonding spell.” Alexis listened with interest, hiding in the shadows. “Now repeat after me.” Zelda inhealed. “Aeternum vinculum.”

The students were echoing her words, perfectly in sync and the redhead gave them an affirming nod. There was one student, Alexis spotted who raised her hand.

“Yes, Prudence.”

“Sister Spellman—” The vampire heard Prudence address the older woman, who was already behind her desk struggling to stop the slideshow. Zelda looked up abruptly scanning the rows for the voice. “There are rumors about Ms Duvall. Is that true that she’s a vampire?”

The sudden question was so out of context and made Alexis slide into the shadows at the back of the row even more, eagerly waiting for the redhead's answer. She guessed from the start that the coven would find out in no time, given their spiritual senses and whatever higher intellect witches possessed. However, there were some shocked gasps amongst the students, but the vampire couldn’t blame them.

Alexis picked up the immediate effect the question caused in Zelda, she could see the veins on her neck pulsate with a rapid pace but her nonchalant expression was an act of its own.

“Yes, the rumors are true.” There were more gasps in the auditorium and it started to annoy the vampire. Why is it so surprising? “But she’s completely harmless. I can assure you that I have everything under control.” Zelda explained confidently looking around the room, blissfully oblivious about Alexis’ widening smirk in the shadows.

Oh. Is she now? We’ll see about that, Ms Spellman.

The students were seemingly accepting the answer as their ever-so-confident Directrix dispelled their concerns. By the time the lesson ended, the redhead gave her students a great amount of homework for the weekend and it only filled Alexis with a sympathetic feeling when some of them grumbled under their breaths. But of course it didn’t phase Zelda as she sat down behind her desk, looking at each and every student with a stern look as they exited the auditorium.

Thankful for the hideout Alexis remained undiscovered behind the rows even when the last student filtered out. She glanced at Zelda who was visibly relaxing into the chair once the lesson was over, she let out a deep breath even, however there was a hint of musky smell lingering in the air, Alexis only then noticed. It was something exactly like—

The sound of a lock clicking in its place halted her thoughts immediately, moments after Zelda flicked her right hand towards the entrance. Her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. The redhead was leaning back in her chair with the same hand under the table, and Alexis couldn’t help but inhale sharply as Zelda’s scent hit her nostrils, making the vampires’ eyes turn a bright shade of red. The woman was thoroughly aroused, it seemed as her features softened and a light moan left her lips when she reached between her legs.

In most times Alexis considered herself a confident creature, a professional even, but ending up in a situation like this made her brain short circuit. The least she was expecting today was seeing Zelda in a state like this, not like she was complaining about it since she profoundly made the other woman aroused the day before. No matter how hard Zelda tried to appear nonchalant towards her, she couldn’t hide the intoxicating smell that was radiating off of her. And there she smelled her again, Alexis had to suppress a frustrated groan.

“Damn you.” Zelda cursed under her breath squeezing her eyes shut increasing the speed of her hand. She reached up to unbutton the top two buttons on her blouse and she reached inside to cup her breast. Her breathing was ragged and Alexis could tell she was close already. For a moment, a thought crossed the vampire’s mind but she quickly dismissed it until she heard the woman faintly exhale. “Alexis.”

A wide smirk plastered across the vampire’s face and her eyes were glowing red by now. The entire situation was so surreal, yet enchanting. Seeing the perfectly poised Directrix pant her name was doing things to her if she was honest.

Eager little witch.

It would’ve been so easy for Alexis to intervene just stepping out from the darkness and walking up to her. The vampire even considered it for a moment as she felt her own arousal gather in her underwear by the sight. She licked her dry lips, her fangs were aching. However there was an invisible force that held her back, maybe out of respect to not make things embarrassing, but considering her nature in her current state she was about to lose every ounce of respect for privacy very soon.

When the redhead let out a deep throaty moan moments later, made Alexis appear from the shadows and tauntingly stroll towards the podium where the woman was still deep in business. She stood a couple of feets away. Zelda was seemingly oblivious of the intruder since her eyes were closed and her head was bent backwards resting on the chair.

“My, my.” Alexis' voice was low, amused even as she relished in the sight in front of her.

The vampire watched as Zelda’s eyes popped open within a heartbeat looking at her in utter horror. She withdrew both of her hands immediately as she turned crimson red under the vampire’s glowing gaze. It was a sight to behold, seeing the woman all flushed, blouse still slightly open as her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

“How did you even come in?” She rasped.

Zelda made an attempt to cover herself and Alexis couldn’t help but follow her movements as she stepped up to the podium reaching the desk.

“Stop right there.” The redhead attempted a faint warning, still heaving.

“Don’t mind me, Ms. Spellman.” She grinned, towering above the desk as she leaned in. “Continue if you’d like.”

The horror in her expression seemed to fade while the aroused look in Zelda’s eyes was more prominent. It was enough of a conviction that it didn’t even bother the woman that she got caught by Alexis. Did she expect this at some point? The thought made Alexis grin even wider as she watched as one of Zelda’s trembling hands combed through her red locks.

“You’re so full of yourself.” Zelda spat but remained in the same position. The slight insult made Alexis roll her eyes and she was quick to respond.

“Yet you were panting my name just moments ago, Ms Spellman.”

The vampire dropped her gaze onto the desk briefly, inspecting the objects scattered around. Parchments, files, pencils, assignments to grade and on the side the previously used cane rested. When she glanced back the vampire was greeted by Zelda’s hooded look seemingly inspecting the same object.

Alexis felt an impossible heat roar in her abdomen with every passing minute. The air in the room was so thick it could suffocate anyone within a mile radius. She reached for the cane and heard the other woman suck in a sharp breath watching her intently.

“Immaculate texture.” Alexis dragged one of her hands across the object, then suddenly she slapped it down onto the desk, making it land across from Zelda. “Sturdy even.”

The sound echoed through the auditorium while the vampire watched as a soft moan escaped the witch in front of her. Alexis was straightening her posture and gathering all of her remaining control for a wild thought that crossed her mind. When she rounded the desk cane in hand, she felt Zelda’s heated gaze burn a hole into her body. Alexis halted at the corner of the desk.

“What now Ms Spellman, cat’s got your tongue?” Alexis couldn’t help the teasing tone in her voice as she tilted her head with a questioning look.

Zelda shook her head, which made the vampire chuckle darkly. Alexis witnessed the moment the green in her orbs entirely disappeared as her pupils dilated further.

“No.” The woman finally worded her previous motion, barely above a whisper.

Alexis gave her a wide grin in return, hearing Zelda’s pulse quicken with every passing minute. She lifted the cane suddenly reaching under the redhead’s jaw with the tip, making her head slightly tilt upwards.

“Stand up.” Alexis exhaled when Zelda’s eyes went wide. She was expecting a little resistance from the redhead, since she seemed to be the type of woman who was rarely giving up control in any ways, but when Zelda stood up on trembling legs, the thought shattered into million pieces. “Hands on the desk.”

The vampire waited until Zelda found a spot and placed both of her hands on the surface. She towered beside her briefly, examining the woman back facing her. Her red locks were slightly a mess by then and her back arched just the slightest, making her shoulder blades tense under the thin white blouse. Alexis leaned downward next to her ear, the sudden motion visibly making the other woman shiver.

“If you don’t want this, just tell me to stop at any point.” Considering everything for a moment, there was an urge in Alexis to reassure Zelda that it was okay to not want this at all, having the need for consent was always a priority in Alexis’ life whether it was about consuming blood from a human or bedroom activities. While her kind was stigmatized as blood sucking monsters with cruel intentions, she never associated herself with such profanities. Alexis knew she was better than those vampires.

“I- I want this.” The redhead rasped, looking towards the vampire with hooded eyes.

“Now tell me Zelda Spellman—” The vampire inhaled, grazing the shell of the woman’s ear with her fangs. “Are you always this bold?”

A low huff was the only thing she received in return, however the redhead leaned slightly into her.

“Are you always playing with your food before—”

The question seemed to die out in Zelda’s mouth when Alexis maneuvered the cane between their bodies to caress the woman’s calf. She slowly started to inch upward, teasing Zelda. When she reached the hem of the pencil skirt, she dropped the act, making Zelda pant out another huff. Alexis was determined to make the witch a moaning mess under her touch, to see her control finally crumble and if she was honest the moment seemed fast approaching.

A low chuckle left Alexis’ mouth as she grabbed Zelda’s waist with her free hand, making the woman shiver again by the sudden contact.

“No, I usually devour them immediately.” Alexis purred into her ear, her own desire taking over her actions when she reached down to grab the hem of Zelda’s skirt. The redhead let out an audible moan this time which only spurred the vampire on. “Bend over.”

The sight in front of Alexis was almost enough to give in and actually devour the woman. There was the reluctant heat again in her abdomen when she watched as Zelda leaned slightly forward, displaying a fair amount of milky thighs and a tantalizing lacy white underwear while her skirt was hiked up around her waist.

Alexis stepped aside and lifted the cane again between said thighs and hit them lightly, making Zelda inhale sharply seemingly getting the hint as she opened them wider. Alexis' nostrils flared as Zelda’s scent reached her senses again, she was sure her eyes were still glowing red. The vampire cleared her throat while she managed to gain back her composure.

“How about we play a little game, Ms Spellman?”

“How about you stop teasing me and—”

Throaty moans echoed through the auditorium when Alexis’ first then second strike hit the round bottom of Zelda, leaving some reddening lines behind. She could see the woman’s veins pulsate on her neck as she looked back at her with a hooded look which made the vampire throw her plan out the window. However she relented for a moment.

“Patience, Ms Spellman.” Alexis reached down to soothe the spot and she felt Zelda lean back into her touch. The vampire was reaching her breaking point.

“Please—”

Their eyes locked for a moment and Zelda visibly gulped, licking her dry lips. It was enough for Alexis to grab her waist and turn her around abruptly, making their lips crash in an instant. Their tongues were fighting for dominance, but Zelda eventually gave in as she opened her mouth wider for Alexis who deepened the kiss. She lifted the redhead on top of the desk and hungrily explored her mouth while her hands caressed those trembling thighs.

“Lay back.” Alexis instructed and watched as the woman eagerly obeyed. She couldn’t help but examine Zelda’s soft features for a moment as she towered above her, the way her cheeks were flushed and how her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her heartbeat causing a sweet rhythm in the vampire’s ears. She reached for the buttons on the blouse giving the witch a questioning look. Zelda nodded and it was enough for Alexis to rip open the blouse with a swift motion, she didn’t mean to ruin the article of clothing, but considering that her kind was way more powerful in nature than the rest, made it inevitable.

Their mouths crashed again after Zelda reached up and tangled her hand into Alexis’ short hair, it was more heated than the previous leaving both women panting for air as they parted.

“Please, Alexis.”

The way the redhead breathed out her name into her mouth, made a new amount of wetness gather between her thighs. A low growl left her mouth by the smells that swirled in the air as she was kissing her way down on Zelda’s abdomen. She helped the woman get rid of the skirt, dropping it onto the floor.

The witch looked absolutely sinful spread across on top of the desk, blouse ripped open with ruined underwear which Alexis spotted immediately. It only took her for a second to kneel down in front of Zelda and grab a hold of her underwear. When she slid it down her thighs teasingly, she could hear the redhead’s heart skip a beat.

If her scent already made her mind swim, then Alexis was sure that her taste would make her go feral. Well, feral was a way too appropriate word for the effect it caused in her when her tongue made contact with Zelda’s heat. She heard Zelda let out a ragged moan by the contact which only spurred her on. Alexis swirled her tongue around the bundle of nerves then she was licking long strides between her clit and her entrance. The redhead was squirming on top of the desk, one of her hands finding new purpose in Alexis’ hair while the other squeezed her breast.

Loud moans and whimpers from Zelda were the only sounds that were filling the large space, while Alexis reached around her milky thighs to hold them in place as they started to tremble by the intensity of her hungry mouth. When she occasionally darted her tongue inside the woman and increased the pace between her licks, she could hear Zelda’s pulse quicken and her breath came in short as well.

Her fangs were aching but she resisted the taunting urge to satisfy her own needs, even though her body was screaming at her but without Zelda’s consent the act was entirely out of the question.

A sharp breath intake brought her back from her transe.

“Praise Lilith.” Zelda moaned, legs shaking by the waves of her orgasm that suddenly ripped through her.

————

Alexis was a curious, well-educated woman. She always found stories about ancient worlds enthralling, she loved reading about them, but her mind was currently fogged by the activities that occured hours earlier with a specific redhead and she was unable to focus on the book she was holding in her hand. The book landed with a thud on the covers after she closed it with a low groan, tossing it aside.

As much as Zelda wanted to reciprocate the act, Alexis declined in fear of losing her control. She was starved and she wanted to talk to Zelda about the blood supply first, since her arm was still healing, but in her aroused state she just couldn’t. Well, after she took care of that in the comfort of her bedroom, Alexis promised to herself to talk to Zelda about the blood situation.

Unable to stop her raging thoughts, Alexis got up from her bed and decided to wander around the Academy again. It seemed to do the work when she found herself overwhelmed the first night. She thought about how she met Zelda during the night in the foyer and about their special encounter.

The woman looked captivating in nothing but her pale nightgown, the material hugging her curves perfectly. The enchanting image burned deep into the vampire’s mind for all eternity.

She walked down the stairs, hands in her pocket and when she rounded the corner to the foyer she spotted Sabrina standing in front of the statue. Alexis hadn't seen the blonde girl since she assisted with her homework, so she was pleasantly surprised to see her again. Sabrina seemed nice and welcoming and ever so helpful to direct her around the Academy if she found herself lost at any point.

“Hello, Sabrina.” Alexis greeted her as she walked closer to the statue.

“Hi, Ms Duvall.” The girl spun around, seemingly surprised to see her there, her shoulder length locks were bouncing by the sudden motion.

“Please, it’s Alexis.” The vampire chuckled. “Ms Duvall makes me feel old.”

“Okay.” Sabrina laughed, turning back towards the deity as Alexis stood next to her. “How old are you anyway, if I may ask?”

The question was a frequent one during any encounters with humans or witches in her life and the vampire usually would be annoyed by the blunt prying, but considering Sabrina meant no harm, she was fine with giving her an answer.

“Four centuries.” Alexis pouted, sighing dramatically.

“Oh, c’mon it’s not that bad.” The blonde girl dismissed the act with the swish of her hand. “Aunt Zee is around the same age, if I’m correct.” Then she added whispering. “But never ask her about it.”

The sheer mention of the woman made her insides tingle and a familiar feeling hit her. They didn’t exactly discuss any age difference during their private encounters anyway. In an attempt to divert the subject to safer territory then Zelda, Alexis glanced up at the statue and worded her curiosity.

“Why do you worship Lilith?”

“Oh—” Sabrina seemed surprised that she recognised the deity, but she didn’t plan to tell how that actually happened. “So you know her?”

“Well, no. Definitely not personally—” Alexis scoffed sarcastically. “—but I’ve read a thing or two about her.”

“Lilith is the Queen of Hell. She is a very powerful woman, always helping when we are in need.”

Alexis hummed, turning to the statue again, pondering.

“I could arrange a meeting with her if you want.”

The bewildered look that Alexis gave within a second she heard the sentence made Sabrina chuckle.

“What do you even mean by that?” She was stunned to the bone. How could that be possible? Of course she heard ridiculous stories about faithful Christians that during their prayers they saw God appear in front of them, and she read about other witches summoning Satan even with their rituals.

However Alexis wasn’t keen on any religion since the former was sprinkling her with holy water whenever they’d cross paths and the latter would probably sacrifice her for her blood. So no, Alexis was fine not meeting any higher spirits.

“Why would a queen come to meet me anyway?” Alexis was still stunned. Yes, she was supposed to be the future clan head but the title was way below for a Queen. “I’m not even a witch.”

“No worries, she’s totally cool. She probably met vampires before.” Sabrina sounded excited.

“I don’t know.” Alexis shrugged. “I just don’t really believe in all of this.” She gestured towards the statue. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying it in a mean way— It’s just that we usually honor our bloodline and ancestry rather than a god or a goddess.” The blonde girl seemed to be okay with the reasoning. “—but it’s interesting to see that everyone believes in something.”

“Right, I understand.” Sabrina nodded. “But my offer still stands.”

“Thanks.” Alexis scoffed playfully.

They were standing there for a minute in complete silence, until Sabrina spoke again.

“How long are you planning to stay?”

There was a slight pang in her chest by the realization that she had to leave at some point because this place wasn’t in her itinerary in the first place. Alexis was doing better, she couldn’t deny that, but she still needed some human or witch blood before she was leaving. It was safer that way, in case the hunters were about to find her again. Arm healed and with regained powers, she could easily fight back.

She remembered Zelda and their meeting and it left a bittersweet taste in her mouth. Maybe that was just another heated affair to add to her list, it was easier to frame that way. It should’ve been enough to soothe the ache in hopes of another chance with the redhead, but she was already addicted to the feeling it gave her.

“Maybe another day or two.” She let out a deep breath.

“Why don’t you check out Dorian’s Gray room before you leave?”

Alexis looked at Sabrina with a questioning look. “Don’t tell me you have torture chambers.”

“Nooo.” She laughed. “It's a bar, well for a short period of time it was for warlocks only, but witches claimed their rightful places there eventually.” Sabrina seemed proud of her statement and Alexis only nodded appreciatively. Well done witches, it was about time.

“Wait—” The vampire only then recalled the familiar name. “—that Dorian Gray?” She turned to Sabrina baffled. “The fictional man?”

“Oh trust me, he’s very much real.” The blonde girl laughed again. “He owns it.”

“Honestly, I’m not even surprised at this point.” She joined the girl by cracking a smile.

“I think you’ll like the place.”

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚

part 4.

a/n: Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it! 🫶🏻

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JINX: We have found that the signs of the alignment are moving faster than expected. GLORY: (primping in mirror) Meaning? JINX: If you are to use the key, you must act quickly. GLORY: Fine. (puts mirror down) I have been cooling my heels in this crappy little town long enough. (lies down on bed) Sunnydale's got too many demons and not enough retail outlets.

~~Checkpoint~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

The Uncanny Valley by aadler (Giles, OC Slayer, PG)

rainbow horses by Anonymous (Fred/Faith, E)

Lock the Doors and Close the Blinds by MadeInGold (Angel/Spike, E)

Just One Person by Cornerofmadness (Giles/Jenny, T)

Theatre AU for Fuffy! by juanabaloo

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Methos' Home for Wayward Youths, Chapter 14 by shadeshifter (Faith, multiple crossovers, T)

I Need A Bad Idea, Chapter 47 by Skyson (Buffy/Giles, E)

Through the Looking Glass, Chapter 2 by shadeshifter (Lindsey, multiple crossovers, G)

Gemini, Chapter 10 by BuildMeUpButtercup_x (Buffy/Angel, M)

Never Let Me Down Again, Chapter 11 by BuildMeUpButtercup_x (Buffy/Angel, M)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer And Her Gay Foster Dads, Chapter 2 by Quordle (Buffy, MASH crossover, T)

In the Company of Witches and Slayers: Chapter 112 by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer) (Willow/Tara, E)

The Family Business, Chapter 27 by lou1spr1nce (Ensemble, multiple crossovers, T)

Hungry Like the Wolf, Chapter 1 by fleetfootedfox (Buffy/Giles, E)

The Watcher, Chapter 21 by In Mortal (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Tale as Old as Time, Chapter 9 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

A Blackcap's Song, Chapter 4 by Murray (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Lost in Desolation, Chapter 1 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Jack Of All Trades, Taskmaster Of Every One, Chapter 9 by Greywizard (Ensemble, Marvel crossover, FR18)

Aegis, Chapter 12 by dogbertcarroll (Xander, DC crossover, FR15)

Dawn Before the Sun: The Doomsman’s Daughter, Chapter 11 by Luna (Dawn, Lord of the Rings crossover, FR15)

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Artwork: Giles by MayorLinguistic (worksafe)

Artwork: Buffy by captain-peroxid3 (worksafe)

Artwork: Drusilla by captain-peroxid3 (worksafe)

Artwork: Spike by alessandra-estrella (worksafe)

Animation: walk through the fire (BTVS) PMV Slideshow by Rita Vixen

Fanvid: Buffy summers MV || Control || Seasons 1-6 by cupcakexmeow

Fanvid: Drusilla - Thursday Girl by TheOverLookedOne

Vidlet: Buffy & Spike - Revolution 0 by TheOverLookedOne

Fanvid: Willow & Oz - Sweetest Part by TheOverLookedOne

Fanvid: Buffy Summers - All I Want by TheOverLookedOne

Fanvid: Dawn Summers - Ballad of a Homeschooled Girl by TheOverLookedOne

Fanvid: Place We Were Made - Buffy the Vampire Slayer Edit by TheOverLookedOne

Fanvid: Buffy The Vampire Slayer - Nobody's home by Dancer1991

Fanvid: Taylor Swift - Willow (Buffy's version) by Pages by Brandon

Fanvid: Buffy and Angel - Whispered Promises (with Lyrics and Arabic subtitle) by Vision Dream Media

Fanvid: Buffy The Vampire Slayer 3x01 "Anne" Opening Credits - "Quasimodo" [4K] by charmingslayer

Fanvid: loml [buffy + angel] by Aurora Edits

Fanvid: Gorgeous [Spike + Buffy HUMOR] by Aurora Edits

Fanvid: SpikexBuffy - save me - Bmike by Shaquille Mccoy

Fanvid: Buffy the Vampire Slayer AMV - Young Grow Old by MalechiFrFx

Fanvid: Buffy & Spike - A Man of His Word by Buffy & Spike Channel

[Reviews & Recaps]

About to have a go at Buffy for the og Xbox. What do you think of the game? by Trashooze

Video: Buffy Review - 5x22 The Gift by Reverse Angle

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 4 - Episode 4 Review: Fear, Itself by The Cheshire Kiwi

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season Four, Episode Twenty-Two: Restless by Slayed! The Buffyverse Revisited Podcast

Podcast: Once more with feeling - 5x22The Gift (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) by Nerd Subculture Podcast

Video: Lessons-Slayer Sunday by Jane Talks Buffy

Podcast: Buffy 2.10 What's My Line Part 2 by Once More: A Rewatch Podcast

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[Fandom Discussions]

[Marcie Ross and Lorraine Ross] by coraniaid

Almost anything you read on Tumblr about stuff that happened behind the scenes by coraniaid

Willow's magic arc in S7 by Girl4Music

Who else besides Spike has committed SA on Buffy [or others]? by greensaplinggrace

If Xander hadn’t lied to Buffy and told her that Willow said to kick Angel’s ass Buffy wouldn’t have run away by nicnacsnonsense

When Buffy learned about Jenny’s death, she probably thought at some point about her last interaction with her by redhatmeg

If I rewrite Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I would have Angel stick to his guns about not dating Buffy by agirlinsearchof

It really should have been Xander standing up to that dude creeping on Buffy while unconscious by agirlinsearchof

I will never shut up about Willow bringing Buffy back to life by duckwnoeyes

Overshadowed by controversy continued by The Whirlwind and Stoney

Rewatch thoughts and questions continued by multiple posters

Is Spike really prone to jealousy? continued by multiple posters

Is Connor more like Dawn or Faith? by Other_Thing_2551

The only ensouled vampire in the world…. by ginime_

Would Angel have stuck around forever? by sKullsHavezzz

The buddy comedy we deserved! [Xander and Spike] by TeddyKGB1

Is season 5 underestimated? by fabe1haft

Seeing red [Willow] by Samleb93

Why would Ben agree to meet Buffy in Spiral by CleanUpOnAisle10

Who do you want to be? by Lastaria

Did Dawn presence make Joyce a better mom? by LilLadyStorytime

How much are the characters "responsible"? by jogaforacont

The Mayor is the only 'Big Bad' I found legitimately terrifying by SplendoriaPlum

Giles is a terrible librarian by Sorry-Personality594

Newbie watching season 2 lol by Substantial_Tax5577

What's the most saddest episode in BtVS? by OptionNo1672

buffy vs glory the gift by brian5mbv

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In the ever-evolving business landscape of Mumbai, presentations, events, exhibitions, and conferences are a daily affair. Whether you're organizing a corporate seminar or participating in a trade show, visual display plays a crucial role in capturing attention and delivering your message effectively. This is where LCDs on rent in Mumbai come into play — a smart, cost-effective solution that combines quality and flexibility. And when it comes to reliable rental services, Vision It Rent is your trusted partner.

Why Renting an LCD in Mumbai Makes Sense

LCD on rent in Mumbai, Mumbai, known as India’s financial capital, thrives on business events, media functions, product launches, and educational workshops. Buying expensive LCDs for occasional use might not always be practical — and that's exactly where renting steps in.

Here’s why renting an LCD in Mumbai is the smarter choice:

Cost-Effective: Avoid the high upfront cost of purchasing. Rental options are budget-friendly.

Flexibility: Rent for a day, week, or even months, depending on your requirement.

Latest Technology: Access to the latest models and high-definition displays without the need to upgrade.

Maintenance-Free: No worries about servicing or breakdowns. The rental company takes care of that.

Portability: Easy delivery and setup at your event or office location.

Applications of LCD on Rent in Mumbai

LCDs are versatile and used in a variety of settings. Here’s how different industries in Mumbai benefit from LCD rentals:

1. Corporate Events

Be it a boardroom presentation, a sales pitch, or a training session — a high-definition LCD can enhance engagement and improve understanding.

2. Exhibitions & Trade Shows

Exhibitors often need LCD screens to display videos, brand stories, and product features. Rentals allow them to stand out without heavy investments.

3. Weddings & Functions

For weddings and private events, LCDs are used to run live feeds, photo slideshows, and welcome messages — adding a modern, classy touch.

4. Retail & Promotions

Retailers use LCDs for digital signage, flash sales, and product promotions in malls and stores to grab attention and boost footfall.

5. Educational Seminars

From coaching centers to large universities, rented LCDs are useful for digital learning, video lectures, and guest speaker events.

Why Choose Vision It Rent for LCD on Rent in Mumbai?

At Vision It Rent, we go beyond just providing equipment — we deliver solutions that add value to your event or business need. Here’s what sets us apart:

Wide Range of LCDs

We stock a variety of LCD screen sizes, ranging from 32-inch displays to massive 85-inch screens, catering to events both small and large.

Affordable Pricing Plans

Whether it’s a one-day rental or a long-term need, we offer customized rental packages that suit your budget without compromising on quality.

Prompt Delivery & Installation

Our team ensures same-day delivery and complete setup support across Mumbai — including Andheri, Bandra, Powai, Navi Mumbai, Thane, and beyond.

24x7 Customer Support

Technical hiccups can occur — but with our round-the-clock support team, you’re never left in the dark.

High-Resolution Displays

All our LCDs support HD, Full HD, and 4K resolutions with crystal-clear visuals and vibrant color accuracy — ensuring your content looks its best.

How to Book an LCD on Rent in Mumbai?

Renting an LCD from Vision It Rent is quick and seamless. Here's how:

Contact Us: Reach out via our website, WhatsApp, or phone.

Specify Requirements: Let us know the screen size, duration, and location.

Get a Quote: We’ll send you a custom quote based on your needs.

Delivery & Setup: Our team will deliver and install the LCD at your venue.

Hassle-Free Pickup: After your rental period ends, we’ll handle the pickup too.

Whether it’s a business event or a personal celebration, we ensure a stress-free experience.

Customer Testimonials

Rahul Mehta (Event Manager) We used Vision It Rent for an exhibition in BKC. The team was super professional, and the LCD quality was fantastic. Highly recommend them!

Priya Nair (Corporate Trainer) I rented an LCD for a 3-day training workshop. It was easy to book, well-maintained, and the support staff was very helpful.

Areas We Serve in Mumbai

We proudly offer LCD rental services in all major parts of Mumbai, including:

Andheri

Bandra

Powai

Goregaon

Navi Mumbai

Dadar

Malad

Thane

Vashi

Churchgate

Final Thoughts

When you need an LCD on rent in Mumbai, look no further than Vision It Rent. We are committed to providing top-notch display solutions for all occasions — without burning a hole in your pocket. Whether it’s a one-time event or a recurring requirement, our equipment and service quality are unmatched in the city.

Contact Vision It Rent today and bring your visuals to life with the best LCD rental experience in Mumbai!

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Creating a Theater-Like Experience at Home with 4K Projector Screens

Imagine watching your favorite movie in stunning detail, lifelike colors, and cinema-scale visuals — all from the comfort of your living room. With the rise of 4K projector screens, creating a theater-like experience at home is more possible than ever.

If you're building or upgrading your home entertainment setup, here's why a 4K projector screen is the heart of an immersive viewing experience.

1. Why 4K Screens Are Built for Home Theater

A standard projector screen might do the job, but a 4K projector screen is designed to deliver precision, contrast, and clarity — exactly what you need for that big-screen feel.

Key benefits:

Ultra-smooth surface for razor-sharp visuals

Enhanced contrast levels, even in dim lighting

True-to-life color reproduction

Compatible with HDR and high frame rates

These screens ensure your 4K content looks the way it was meant to — crisp, dynamic, and cinema-quality.

2. Go Big Without Losing Clarity

With 4K resolution, you can go for larger screens — 100 inches, 120 inches, or more — without pixelation. This scale, combined with the right surround sound, gives you the full cinematic immersion.

🎯 Tip: Match screen size with your room dimensions and projector throw distance for the best viewing angles.

3. Pair It with the Right Room Setup

To truly recreate the theater vibe:

Use blackout curtains or install in a darker room

Add surround sound speakers

Choose a fixed-frame 4K projector screen for seamless viewing

Mount your projector and screen at eye level for optimal comfort

Want help choosing the right screen for your room? 👉 Explore our 4K projector screens or contact us for expert advice.

4. Enjoy More Than Just Movies

A home theater isn’t just for movies. With a 4K screen, enjoy:

Sports in ultra-high definition

Gaming with rich details and fast refresh rates

Streaming concerts, shows, or YouTube with a premium feel

Even family slideshows or video calls on the big screen

Once you have the setup, you’ll find reasons to use it every day.

5. Affordable Theater at Home

Thanks to modern tech, 4K screens are more affordable than ever. You no longer need a dedicated theater room or massive budget to enjoy professional-level visuals at home.

At Vision Sheen, we offer a wide range of 4K-ready screens for every budget and room type.

👉 Browse high-quality projector screens and find the one that fits your lifestyle.

Final Thoughts: Why Settle for Less?

You don’t have to go to the movies for that immersive, high-definition experience. With a 4K projector screen, you can bring the theater home — and enjoy it any time, on your terms.

Whether you're a movie buff, a sports enthusiast, or a casual viewer who appreciates quality, a 4K screen is the upgrade your home deserves.

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Best Projectors for Office Meetings – Enhance Productivity and Collaboration

In today’s fast-paced corporate world, seamless communication and engaging presentations are key to successful meetings. Whether you’re discussing quarterly performance, pitching new ideas to clients, or collaborating on internal strategies, the right presentation tools make a big difference. One of the most essential tools in modern conference rooms is a reliable projector. If you're looking to upgrade your office setup, investing in the best projectors for office meetings is a smart decision that pays off in terms of professionalism, clarity, and efficiency.

At our store, we understand the importance of effective communication in a professional setting. That’s why we offer a wide selection of the best projectors for office meetings that cater to diverse business needs. These devices combine modern design with high-end technology, ensuring clear visuals, sharp images, and easy connectivity. Whether you're working in a large boardroom or a compact meeting space, the right projector can turn your presentations into powerful tools for influence and collaboration.

Why Are Projectors Essential in Office Meetings?

Gone are the days when bulky monitors or small whiteboards were the centerpiece of meetings. Today’s businesses require clear visuals and the ability to share data instantly with teams and clients. That’s where the best projectors for office meetings come in. These projectors help display graphs, slideshows, videos, or live demonstrations to an entire room without any compromise in quality. They help make meetings more interactive and engaging, which can ultimately improve productivity and decision-making.

A projector in the office is not just about showing content. It’s about communicating clearly, impressing clients, and making teamwork easier. Whether you need to connect wirelessly or via HDMI, these modern projectors come equipped with multiple connectivity options to support a smooth experience. With the rapid growth in hybrid working and remote conferencing, having a projector that supports screen mirroring, Zoom calls, or multi-device sharing can significantly upgrade your office setup.

Key Features of the Best Projectors for Office Meetings

When selecting the best projectors for office meetings, there are several important factors to keep in mind. First and foremost, brightness and resolution are critical. Office environments are usually well-lit, so your projector must be able to deliver bright images with accurate color and clarity. The brightness of a projector is measured in lumens, and for office use, a projector with at least 3000 lumens is ideal to ensure visibility in bright rooms.

Resolution is another major factor. A higher resolution such as Full HD or 4K ensures that charts, graphs, and texts are displayed clearly. This is especially important when presenting detailed reports or visuals. Many of the best projectors for office meetings also come with built-in speakers, although for larger rooms, external audio systems can enhance the experience even more.

Portability is also an essential consideration. In many modern office environments, teams shift between meeting rooms or travel for client presentations. Lightweight, compact projectors that are easy to set up and carry offer unmatched flexibility. These portable models may also come with built-in batteries, wireless capabilities, and auto-focus features that make setup incredibly simple.

Choosing the Right Projector for Your Office Space

The choice of the best projectors for office meetings often depends on your specific office needs. If your team works in a large boardroom, a ceiling-mounted projector with higher brightness and wider projection distance may be the best option. On the other hand, if you have smaller meeting rooms or frequently move between rooms, a portable or tabletop projector with wireless connectivity will be ideal.

Connectivity is also crucial. Make sure the projector supports HDMI, USB, and wireless options like Wi-Fi or screen mirroring. Compatibility with laptops, smartphones, and tablets ensures that team members can quickly and easily share content, regardless of the device they are using. Projectors that support Android or iOS devices directly are especially useful in fast-moving office environments.

Today’s top brands also offer smart projectors with built-in Android systems. These allow you to run apps like Zoom, Google Meet, or even Microsoft PowerPoint directly from the projector, eliminating the need for a connected laptop altogether. This all-in-one functionality can be a game-changer for businesses that prioritize flexibility and innovation.

Our Recommendation: The Best Projectors for Office Meetings at Our Store

We take pride in offering some of the best projectors for office meetings that combine value, performance, and modern features. Our models are designed for clarity, durability, and ease of use, making them the perfect companion for professional settings. We offer projectors with:

High brightness levels of 3500 to 7000 lumens

Full HD and 4K resolution for sharp, detailed visuals

Dual speakers and audio out for enhanced sound

Multiple connectivity options including HDMI, USB, AV, and wireless

Built-in Android OS and remote control for smart features

Whether you are a startup or a large enterprise, we have a projector that suits your space and budget. And with our focus on innovation and customer satisfaction, you can be assured that every purchase is backed by solid technical support and warranty.

Why Buy from Us?

We are committed to offering only the best projectors for office meetings at affordable prices. Our focus is not only on quality but also on making technology accessible to every business. Our online store makes the buying process easy and hassle-free. With detailed product descriptions, high-resolution images, and expert advice just a click away, you can make informed decisions from the comfort of your office or home.

We also provide fast delivery across India, excellent customer support, and post-sale service to make sure your experience is smooth and reliable. Our projector models come with manufacturer warranties and are tested to ensure long-lasting performance.

Future of Office Meetings with Projectors

The role of projectors in the modern workplace is only going to grow. With the increasing use of hybrid work models, video conferencing, and remote collaborations, having a powerful and versatile projector is no longer optional—it’s essential. The best projectors for office meetings are more than just a visual aid. They are tools for connection, productivity, and decision-making.

Imagine walking into a meeting room and wirelessly projecting your presentation in seconds. Imagine crisp, vibrant visuals that make data easy to understand. Imagine being able to switch between devices and collaborators instantly without interruptions. That’s the future of meetings—and it starts with choosing the right projector.

Conclusion

Office meetings are the backbone of every successful business. To make them more productive, engaging, and professional, having the right tools is essential. The best projectors for office meetings bring a new level of clarity, convenience, and collaboration to every presentation and discussion. From detailed reports to creative pitches, a high-quality projector helps deliver your message with impact.

If you're ready to take your office meetings to the next level, browse our latest collection of the best projectors for office meetings today. Let us help you transform the way your team communicates and collaborates—one pixel at a time.

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