#grey stained wood

[napleonsolo]

Music Room Living Room in Denver Large transitional open concept light wood floor and gray floor living room photo with a music area, gray walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and a wall-mounted tv

[zaynmajor]

Living Room New York Living room - mid-sized traditional formal and enclosed medium tone wood floor and brown floor living room idea with blue walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and no tv

[detroitsabitch]

Modern Home Bar - Home Bar Large minimalist galley with a brown floor and vinyl flooring, a seated home bar, flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, quartz countertops, and gray countertops in a picture.

[moresnowbots]

Transitional Home Office in Chicago Example of a large transitional freestanding desk in a home office library with a dark wood floor, brown walls, and a two-sided fireplace.

[cattownshend]

Contemporary Home Office An illustration of a mid-sized, contemporary, carpeted study with blue walls and a freestanding desk

[hellyeahkaito]

Enclosed - Kitchen Enclosed kitchen - large transitional l-shaped medium tone wood floor and gray floor enclosed kitchen idea with an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, gray backsplash, glass tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and white countertops

[evenica]

Dining Room Kitchen Dining in San Francisco Example of a mid-sized transitional porcelain tile kitchen/dining room combo design

[noisett-e]

Exterior in Austin Idea for a large, one-story, green cottage with mixed siding and a metal roof

[scydiahs]

Family Room - Game Room Idea for a large, contemporary, open-concept game room with white walls, a ribbon fireplace, a tile fireplace, and a wall-mounted television.

[ghouljams]

More omegaverse with knight!Ghost and princess!reader

Because the problem is that you see your knight as something better than the man that he is. You know Ghost would never hurt you so you don't suspect that he wants to. You know that his oath keeps him by your side so you never see how badly he wants to leave it. You see him, smell him, to be this perfect model alpha, the protector made to serve and molded in blind loyalty, and you don't know how the horribly crying beast in his breast that lashes and tears at its restraints in an increasingly desperate attempt to hold you between its teeth and shake.

You need more protection than a simple knight can provide. A princess has value if she's the only heir to the throne and it bristles against Ghost's nature to think that if he left you there'd be no one to fill the gap. Maybe if you hadn't been so against the inevitability of marriage your outer kin wouldn't have resorted to such dastardly means of ascension.

As such when the heavy wooden beam above the pulpit collapses as you take communion, your lovely head bowed and your mouth open to receive a salvation that Ghost could only find between your thighs, there is no one else to save you but him. And far be it from him to deny himself the pleasure.

It satisfies some baser instinct to hear the creak of wood splintering, to feel the sudden rush of bloody adrenaline, to grab you and hold you. Tackle you really. A flurry of momentum that wraps its hand around your head to cradle you close and save you from the worst of the impact when you hit the ground and find yourself blanketed by metal plates. And anise seed.

Sharp peppercorn that tickles in your nose and sparks on your tongue only to be softened into a slow indulgent sweetness by the anise that sticks to the roof of your mouth and crumbles against your tongue like a spiced biscuit. It makes your teeth itch for a taste.

Ghost feels the change in your scent before he smells it, feels the bloom of warmth that trickles through his stomach and settles heavy around his cock, your soft scent teasing him like the stroke of a hand. He could part your legs and take you here. You're already in a church, what better place could there be? Knot you, mark you, make you his, only his, utterly his, always his, his, his.

He opens his mouth and feels the pool of drool that wets his mask, the ache of his teeth to bite, to claim. He gets no relief when he presses his hips against you, too many layers of padding, mail, armor. Too many barriers when he can feel the heat of you like a brand, your scent writing itself in deep carvings over grey matter.

"Ghost?" You question.

Consecrated ground stained with the red of virginal blood, drunk like wine, feasted on-

"Ghost." You press, your hands against his breastplate.

Your neck stretched long, his teeth notched against their home, placed like a cornerstone, sinking, sinking, sinking, until he never has to remove them, until the priest is forced to call it. Man and wife, hades and persephone, the monster and its-

"Simon," You whisper, your hands snuck under his helm to hold his face, "I'm alright."

His breath shudders from him, his chest pulling in a final heaving breath before he pushes away from you. His eyes train on the broken banister, your sneaking hands pulled close to your chest. Skin to familiar skin, right where his lips should be.

"Report." He barks to a nearby knight. He needs something else to sink his teeth into, some heartier rabbit to slaughter, or he'll dig his violent hands into you.

[francinesoleil]

Modern Home Bar Milwaukee Inspiration for a large modern galley vinyl floor and brown floor wet bar remodel with an undermount sink, flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, quartz countertops, gray backsplash, quartz backsplash and gray countertops

[idolish7-cards]

Kitchen Dining Dining Room in San Francisco Mid-sized transitional porcelain tile kitchen and dining room design illustration

[fomikrai]

Transitional Porch in Charlotte An example of a mid-sized transitional concrete front porch design with a roof extension.

[celeberoticafanfic]

Boston Kitchen With an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, a gray backsplash, a glass backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island, and white countertops, this enclosed kitchen features a large transitional l-shaped medium tone wood floor and gray floor.

[rinaedin]

Dining Room Great Room Denver An illustration of a sizable transitional great room with light wood floors and gray walls.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hiii i just saw your post prision Spencer post with sunshine reader and im soooo in love with it (and in love with him too tbh) could you please do a pt2? Have a nice day💕

spencer and sunshine!reader have set routines on office days and spencer likes flirting pt 1 of their story 🤭

“Spencer Reid, prepare to have your mind blown!” You announce as you walk into the bullpen, your Mary Janes clacking against the tiles. You’re in a skirt today, Spencer supposes it’s because it’s a designated office day- there’s only three a month, but every time there is one, you come in an outfit Spencer would never even dream of. 

Today you’re channelling your inner Elle Woods. He knows about her from Resse Witherspoon, but also from your innate love of the film and the fact that you forced him to watch it on the jet once. 

You’re wearing a pretty black skirt, a grey top and a baby pink blazer that matches the pink socks you’re wearing and your eyeshadow that he just about makes out behind your glasses. 

“With what?” He’s on his way back from the kitchen, your prized orca mug in one hand and his mug in the other.

This is your new routine; you and Spencer have coffee in the morning while you both work through your crosswords and then get started on filing away reports for the many serial killers you’ve either interviewed with Tara or put away with the team. It’s fun, and it’s always something to look forward to, especially on designated office days. 

These specific mornings, you have time for a game you’ve fondly named, ‘Making Spencer Try International Desserts.’

Spencer can smell your perfume, you smell like you always do- orange blossom, coffee and lavender. It’s intoxicating, the way the scent just floats into him with every move you make. 

“The season calls for it, so  I got pavlova. It’s a New Zealand dessert and I got it with raspberries, strawberries and a passion fruit syrup situation to go on top.” 

Spencer knows the informational side to everything in the world but he’s never tried some of it out, as you’d learnt on a night out for drinks, so you’d started the game as a way to help him get real world knowledge of fun things- the operative word being up for debate but he hadn’t objected yet. 

He clears his desk, making space for the two little boxes you have in your hand. “They’re a little sweet for breakfast, but you only live once.” You open up the boxes and Spencer is shocked to see the mini pavlovas and the fruit sitting beside it in a clear container. 

“Do you like these?” He asks, handing over your coffee to you and pulling his box towards him. 

“I do, but they’re more of a picnic food to share in my opinion. Like you need to be having a bar-b-que or a garden party to have the full effect of these.” Spencer isn’t surprised by your enthusiasm for the dessert- your little stories about every one you’ve shared with him is enthusiastic for how and when to eat them. 

You sneak into the kitchen and return with two spoons. “Okay, try to get a bit of everything on your spoon.” 

Spencer does as you say, a bit of the berries, the passion fruit and the shell of the pavlova on his spoon as he takes his first bite. You sit in anticipation, watching him chew and swallow like it’s the most fascinating thing a person could do. 

You try not to focus on the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows or the way his tongue pokes out to lick away some of the meringue at the corner of his mouth. Spencer catches the way your eyes widen at the action and suppresses a smile. 

“What do you think?” You busy yourself with setting up your own perfect bite, willing your body not to give away any of your fluster at being caught looking at him. 

“It was really nice, I like the different textures.” Spencer compliments, watching you take your own bite and letting himself smile when some of the passion fruit syrup and meringue stain your bottom lip. 

Without really thinking, his thumb comes to your face, wiping away the stain easily. Your breath hitches and Spencer feels it, his smile widening even more. There’s a moment where you both just stare at each other, your breathing filling the silence- you’re fighting the urge to lean in and kiss Spencer and he’s fighting the urge to lick his thumb. 

“You only pretend to be this coy man, don’t you Doctor Reid?” you ask finally, leaning back in the chair you’re in and crossing your legs. Spencer’s sure his brain short circuits for a moment, your thighs have been a source of his torture for months now, especially when you wear skirts and dresses. 

“You know you only call me ‘Doctor Reid’ when you’re flustered?” he tries changing the subject, leaning forward a bit to get a little closer to you. 

“You have a knack for topic evasion, Spencer.” he laughs, a soft, sweet sound and he shakes his head. 

“I have a knack for you,” you can feel your heart pounding in your ears, more so when Spencer’s fingers wrap around the arm of your chair and pull you closer to his desk. “Where’s your crossword?”