#brown leather couches

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Loft-Style New York An illustration of a mid-sized formal living room with a dark wood floor, multicolored walls, and no television.

[roleplayerstips]

Loft-Style - Living Room

[11oh1]

[misterlemonztenth]

01-12-24 | misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive

[korunia]

DC Metro Enclosed Idea for a mid-sized, formal, transitional living room with blue walls, a beige floor, no fireplace, and no television.

[revorocketnails]

Enclosed DC Metro Photo of a large, elegant, enclosed living room with a wood fireplace, a wood fireplace surround, beige walls, and no television.

[eschynite]

this is the couch we're getting. eventually I'm going to change the arms and reupholster it

[sh-inaam]

Formal Living Room Chicago Example of a mid-sized, enclosed, traditional living room with a stone fireplace, a regular fireplace, and a wall-mounted television.

[thehistoryvintageantiques]

#226 Mid-Century Grant Mobler 2 Seat Sofa

Vintage Danish 2 Seat Sofa

Denmark 1970’s

Classic mid-century design from Grant Mobler. A 2-seat variation in a cognac-coloured leather with original patina.

A perfect combination of Danish style and function. Just perfect for that special spot in your home.

78H x 157W x 79D cm

[jojoraman233]

Classic Comfort: Embracing the Charm of Brown Leather Chesterfield Sofas

Brown leather Chesterfield sofas are timeless pieces of furniture that exude classic comfort and elegance. With their iconic design and rich leather upholstery, they serve as focal points in any living space, infusing warmth and sophistication into the room. In this exploration, we delve into the enduring charm of brown leather Chesterfield sofa, uncovering what makes them beloved classics that stand the test of time.

A Glimpse into History: Origins of the Chesterfield Sofa

The Chesterfield sofa traces its origins back to 18th-century England, where it was believed to have been commissioned by the Fourth Earl of Chesterfield. Seeking a piece of furniture that combined comfort with style, the Earl collaborated with skilled craftsmen to create what would become known as the Chesterfield sofa. Characterized by its deep button-tufted upholstery, rolled arms, and high backrest, the Chesterfield sofa quickly gained popularity for its timeless design and unparalleled comfort.

The Timeless Allure of Brown Leather

Brown leather has long been associated with warmth, richness, and versatility in interior design. Its earthy tones and supple texture add a sense of comfort and sophistication to any space, making it a popular choice for Chesterfield sofas. Whether in deep, espresso hues or lighter, caramel shades, brown leather complements a variety of décor styles and color palettes, while adding depth and character to the room.

Classic Design Elements: Hallmarks of Chesterfield Sofas

At the heart of every Chesterfield sofa lies its classic design elements, which have remained largely unchanged over the centuries. The deep button-tufted upholstery not only adds visual interest but also provides a comfortable seating experience, while the rolled arms and high backrest offer optimal support and relaxation. These signature features, combined with the luxurious brown leather upholstery, create a sense of timeless elegance that enhances any interior space.

Versatility in Décor: Complementing Any Design Scheme

One of the greatest strengths of brown leather Chesterfield sofas is their versatility in décor. Whether your style is traditional, rustic, or modern, a brown leather Chesterfield sofa can seamlessly integrate into any interior setting, adding a touch of warmth and sophistication. Its classic silhouette and rich leather upholstery make it a versatile choice for a variety of spaces, from formal living rooms to cozy family rooms and stylish man caves.

Creating a Cozy Retreat: Focal Point in Any Room

As statement pieces of furniture, brown leather Chesterfield sofas have the ability to transform any room into a cozy retreat. Their inviting presence and classic silhouette instantly draw the eye and become the focal point around which the rest of the décor revolves. Whether paired with plush throw blankets and accent pillows for a cozy vibe or surrounded by sleek, modern furnishings for a contemporary look, a brown leather Chesterfield sofa adds a touch of classic comfort to any room.

Enduring Quality: Craftsmanship and Durability

Central to the allure of brown leather Chesterfield sofas is their enduring quality and craftsmanship. Crafted by skilled artisans using the finest materials and techniques, these sofas are built to last for generations. The combination of solid hardwood frames, hand-tufted upholstery, and premium brown leather ensures durability and longevity, allowing the sofa to withstand the test of time while retaining its beauty and elegance.

Conclusion: Timeless Comfort and Elegance

In conclusion, brown leather Chesterfield sofas epitomize timeless comfort and elegance. With their classic design, rich leather upholstery, and enduring quality, they serve as timeless symbols of refinement and style. Whether placed in a formal living room, a cozy den, or an elegant home office, a brown leather Chesterfield sofa adds a touch of warmth and sophistication to any space, elevating the ambiance with its timeless charm and undeniable elegance. Embrace the enduring allure of brown leather Chesterfield sofas and transform your living space into a haven of classic comfort and timeless elegance.

[pablodelarcorey]

Cassina / Soriana / Afra Scarpa & Tobia Scarpa / Couch

[junespringer]

Seattle Rustic Family Room Ideas for a sizable, carpeted game room remodel in the rustic loft style that has beige walls but no fireplace or television

[sullivanclarissa]

Family Room Library Inspiration for a large, classic family room library remodel with a hidden television and yellow walls.

[bennettmarko]

[teamred]

any other way

✩‌ logan howlett/wolverine x reader | fluff | 1.8k

SUMMARY | in which your good friend, wade, ditches your planned movie night, but his roommate offers to watch one with you instead. however, logan ends up falling asleep on your shoulder.

WARNINGS | drinking, kissing, swearing, gets a little steamy/handsy

RATING | teen+

NOTES | it's funny... i've been a big x-men fan for a while, but i never really fell for logan until d&w. if this pops off, maybe i'll write more for him!!!

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“Wade, hurry up and let me in! A girl can only hold freshly popped popcorn for so—oh.” 

Instead of your dear, annoying friend, it’s his gorgeous, rugged roommate who answers the apartment door instead. Your eyes sweep over him, taking a liking to how his brown plaid button-up drapes over his white tank top. His clothing choices compliment his sturdy frame and strong pecs. His facial hair is perfectly groomed and—  

And it doesn’t help that you have just the teeniest, tiniest crush on him. 

“Logan, hey!” you exclaim, a little too enthusiastically. “I didn’t know you were going to be here for movie night too.” 

“Wade’s not here, bub,” Logan says, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms and a sympathetic half-smile.

“What?! That little shit said he’d be free tonight…”  You sigh, shaking your head. “Well, it’s all good. I’ll just—” 

“Did you want to watch a movie with me instead?” Logan offers. You think you hear a hint of hopefulness in his voice. “Since you came out all this way?” 

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother you. I’m sure you’re—”

“Darlin’,” he interrupts with a soft chuckle. Your heart stumbles at the sound. “I have never been more free on a Saturday night. You’re welcome to join me, but only if you’re comfortable with it.” 

Now your heart is melting over his kindness. You smile warmly. “I always feel comfortable around you, Logan.” 

He returns the smile and gestures for you to come in, offering to take the popcorn and if you want anything as you remove your shoes.

“I got it, but thank you. A beer would be good,” you reply, settling in on one end of the couch in the living room. You glance around curiously. “Is Blind Al not home either?” 

“Yeah,” Logan calls from the nearby kitchen, bending towards the open fridge to grab the drinks. “She’s getting, in her own words, ‘turned up’ at the casino tonight.”

You snicker as you browse through streaming services to pick a movie for tonight. Logan returns with a beer in each hand and you’re surprised when he takes the middle seat next to you. You catch a whiff of his scent and it is intoxicating–a blend of woody notes, perhaps leather and pine. 

“So what’s the movie for tonight?” Logan asks, taking a sip from his bottle. 

“Well, be honest with me here: Wade promised that we could watch this new movie that just released a few days ago, but it’s a romantic movie, so—” 

“Of course,” he cuts in with a roll of his eyes, tossing a kernel into his mouth. “That’s his favourite genre.” 

You deflate a little. “Okay, with that tone, I’m assuming I will have to change the movie choice.” 

“No! Don’t change it because of me,” Logan quickly interjects. “We can watch whatever you want. I’m genuinely content to just sit here and do something other than watching reruns I’ve seen a million times before.” 

You study him for a moment, trying to gauge his sincerity. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure,” he reassures you, nodding and flashing another smile. You will yourself to calm your racing heart and focus on finding the movie. Once you select it, you press play and relax into the couch cushions. 

Out of nowhere, Logan places his arm around you, his hand slightly hovering above your shoulders. You stiffen at the unexpected move, unsure why he’s doing it. But then he quickly pulls back, shuffling a bit away from you.

“Shit, sorry,” he mutters, clearly embarrassed. “It’s out of habit when I watch stuff.”

“You can leave your arm there,” you blurt out. You don’t even register the words coming out of your mouth. Where was this boldness coming from? 

He quirks an eyebrow, amused. “Yeah?” 

“Mm-hmm,” you nod fervently, rushing to grab your beer to steady your nerves. Taking a long sip, you try to force your body to relax again. 

The first few minutes of the movie starts quite slow, but your eyes are glued to the screen to ensure you don’t miss the exposition. Just as you reach for the popcorn, so does Logan, and the back of your hands brush against each other. 

“Sorry,” you both mumble, glancing at each other in awkwardness and something hanging in the air. He juts his chin out with a subtle smirk, gesturing you to go first. You grab a handful, and as he follows suit, his fingers graze against yours, causing you to shiver. 

The air in the room is electric, and you wonder if the tension is just in your head or if Logan feels it too. The movie continues, but your thoughts are consumed by the warmth of his body so close to yours and the possibility of what might happen next. 

Later into the movie, you freeze as you feel Logan leaning in closer. You turn your head, ready for what might happen–

But then, he goes completely lax, slouching into your shoulder and resting his head in a comfortable position. 

“I should’ve chosen a different movie…” you think, shaking your head. 

It’s hard to focus on the movie with this gorgeous being asleep on your shoulder (and the movie doesn’t seem to be that great anyway). Towards the end of the movie, your attention drifts completely and you indulge in how Logan sleeps. His soft snoring. The gentle squeezes he gives your shoulder as he dreams. The steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes in and out. 

Suddenly, Logan stirs and lifts his head, almost snorting up air cutely. He blinks groggily. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, gorgeous. Did I sleep through the movie?” 

You hesitate, hung up on the fact that he called you gorgeous. Your cheeks prickle as you search for the right words to say.

“Yeah, you did,” you whisper with a small smile. “But it’s fine. It wasn’t that great anyway.” 

“Mm, figures,” he mumbles. “Did you wanna watch another movie or—” 

As he straightens up, you instinctively lean towards him, closing the gap between you two. Your noses practically touch.

“Or did you wanna do…” Logan’s voice is low and gravelly. You hold your breath and hold his gaze. “...something else?” 

You barely nod, and he drags you into a searing kiss. His hands cup your cheek and neck with urgency. Soon enough, his tongue dips into your mouth, sending a jolt to your core. 

Logan cradles your body and carefully positions you lower onto the couch. The weight of his body pressed up against you sends you into overdrive. His hands dive underneath your shirt, exploring your soft skin. The pressure of his body against yours leaves you breathless. Not only the pressure of his body, but also his—

“Winner winner, chicken dinner!” 

Wade’s booming voice cuts through the front door like a tornado, forcing both of you to scramble away faster than opposing magnets. However, it’s too late; Wade has witnessed everything. 

“Oh, my God, Blind Al, my plan worked! It fucking worked!” Wade squeals, jumping up and down. 

“Oh, no. Are they butt-ass naked on the couch? Times like these, I’m grateful to be blind.” 

“No, they’re thankfully fully clothed. But they were just dry humping the shit out of each other though.” 

“You ditched movie night on purpose, you asshole!” you screech. 

“Hey, you should be thanking me,” Wade retorts with a wink. “You and Wolvie always have had palpable sexual tension every time you were in a room together. Hell, even Laura agreed it’d be a good idea to set you two up.” 

Logan and you exchange a sheepish smile, acknowledging the truth in Wade's words. 

“Blind Al and I will just be basking in our casino winnings with a few drinks and then we’ll be out of your hair in a few. And then you two can carry on and fuck each other freely on the couch.” 

“But keep it down, please,” Blind Al adds with a hint of desperation.

“I probably should get going now,” you chime in, eager to avoid the awkwardness. Logan quickly follows behind, walking you to the front door. 

“I’m sorry about all this,” he says in sincerity.

You wave him off. “You never have to apologize for them. They’re like family; I’m used to them.” 

“I didn’t know where the night was heading, but—” He turns around to check over his shoulder, lowering his voice and leaning in slightly. “—I’m glad Wade set us up.” 

“Heard that!” Wade calls out from inside the apartment. 

“Damn it,” Logan mutters, making you giggle. “Anyways, would you let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow night?” 

You beam as you reply, “I’d love that.” 

“Great, I’ll call you later.” 

Logan steps outside of the apartment and closes the door behind him, pulling you in by your waist for another kiss. Innocent at first, but then he presses you up against the wall and his hands grips at your waist, extracting a few moans from you.

“Either get back inside or just go home with her rather than wall-fucking her outside of the apartment!” Wade’s muffled voice echoes through the thin walls. 

Logan retreats slightly, his breath warm against your cheek. He keeps his voice low. “And not trying to put pressure on our date tomorrow, but if—”

“If things get heated, let’s go back to my place,” you finish his thought with a soft promise. 

His eyes light up with a relieved smile. “You read my mind. Thank you.” 

You smile into one last kiss, the world fading away as you savor the sensation of Logan’s mouth on yours.

Until Wade pops his head out through the door like a whack-a-mole you’re dying to hit. “Okay, seriously. I will offer you my bedroom, if you’re really that horny, you guys.” He calls out your name. “Also, did you know he can smell how horny you are?” 

“I—what?” you stammer, blinking in confusion.

“Wade, shut the fuck up,” Logan snaps with gritted teeth. He faces you again with a gentle smile. “Have a good night, gorgeous. I’ll call you as soon as you get back home.” 

Logan’s a man of his word, almost calling immediately as you stepped foot in your apartment (with Wade providing unnecessary commentary in the background, as always). 

Later, as you get ready for bed, you can’t help but admit how grateful you were for Wade’s set-up. If it wasn’t for him, neither of you would’ve made a move; it would’ve progressed at a glacial pace. 

Lying in bed and looking up at your bedroom ceiling, you think to yourself how tonight truly was perfect, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Smiling, you drift off to sleep, dreaming of what tomorrow’s date might bring. 

ENDING NOTES | thank you so much for reading and giving some love! part two can be read here!

[gallusrostromegalus]

My housemate reminded me of a flashbulb memory I have that I really wish I had a photograph of because it would be a magnificent image to inflict on the internet at large with Zero Context, but I'll try to describe it here, and then draw it after dinner.

Image Description:

As seen from about three feet off the ground: Interior, the den of an american suburban house built at the height of the atomic age and still decorated like it years later. There's dark wood paneling about halfway up the walls that offsets the almost neon pink-orange light of late sunset visible through the large window. Every object in the room is highlighted by the last of the sunlight. The only other light in the room is a TV set that was manufactured the same year Howdy Doody debuted on air, now broadcasting PBS Newshour in black and white.

Closest to the viewer, there is a small end table with a Nearly Full Martini glass, and a Half-empty glass Martini Pitcher, indicating that two of the five martinis it holds have been poured out.

Just behind it, an old man sits in a chair that was bright green and yellow when it was new but is now more Grellow. The man is in his mid-sixites, somewhat heavyset, with a full head of snow-white hair and thick glasses. He's wearing a dark brown tweed suit with leather elbow patches, and a white cotton button-up. He's watching the news with a calm and dispassionate demeanor. Tired, but still engrossed with the world's events. He's wearing dark brown penny loafers and garish argyle socks.

Behind him is a couch that is a matched set with the armchair, with the same Grellow chevron pattern, but there is a very large crochet afghan that has been spread out over the back to be decorative and maybe protect the couch from it's current occupant: a 120lb Wolf Hybrid.

She's seated lengthwise on the couch, like she had also been watching PBS Newshour, posed like a sphynx. She's close in wieght to the man, and definitely taller than him if she stands up, with a dark gray agouti coat and a bit of white countershading from the trace of domestic dog in her. She's turned her head to the viewer, bright yellow eyes focused on them, and the fur of her head and neck haloed with the sunset. She is pleased to see the veiwer, which means most of the teeth in her lower jaw are visible in her canine grin. The effect is very menacing if you don't know her.

Clutched rather neatly between her front paws is a second, identical martini glass, only not nearly quite so full as the old man's.

Title: "Oh, I didn't think you'd be back for another hour/GODDAMIT EDWIN"