#gray leather tufted sofa

[dinnerandasuit]

Mediterranean Home Bar in Phoenix Seated home bar - huge mediterranean galley brown floor and medium tone wood floor seated home bar idea with stainless steel countertops, mirror backsplash, gray cabinets and open cabinets

[chinosarah]

Phoenix Home Bar Galley Huge seated home bar with a medium-tone wood floor and a brown floor reminiscent of a Mediterranean galley, as well as stainless steel countertops, a mirror backsplash, gray cabinets, and open cabinets.

[mjmayhem]

Library Living Room Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary enclosed light wood floor and beige floor living room library remodel with beige walls, a two-sided fireplace, a tile fireplace and a media wall

[garfinski]

DC Metro Family Room Open Example of a large transitional open concept light wood floor and brown floor family room design with gray walls, a ribbon fireplace, a stone fireplace and a wall-mounted tv

[schlafloo]

Open Living Room in Los Angeles Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary open concept dark wood floor living room remodel with white walls, no fireplace and no tv

[modernkaribou]

Eclectic Living Room Large eclectic enclosed living room idea with blue walls, a tile fireplace, a standard fireplace, and a light wood floor.

[paintinghippos]

Contemporary Family Room - Family Room Mid-sized trendy enclosed concrete floor and white floor family room photo with white walls, no fireplace and no tv

[legohlas]

Living Room in Atlanta

Example of a mid-sized trendy enclosed marble floor living room design with a music area, multicolored walls, no fireplace and a tv stand

[michaeldirnt]

San Francisco Transitional Living Room Example of a mid-sized transitional enclosed medium tone wood floor and brown floor living room design with white walls

[emvozbaixa]

Eclectic Living Room Inspiration for a sizable eclectic enclosed living room remodel with blue walls, a tile fireplace, a standard fireplace, and a media wall. The floors are light wood and brown.

[emileehartman]

New York Library Photo of a large transitional enclosed family room library with beige walls and a medium tone wood floor

[bluedoveyellowsun]

Contemporary Living Room Ideas for a mid-sized, enclosed, contemporary living room renovation with a music area, colorful walls, no fireplace, and a TV stand

[themightyif]

Family Room Library in New York

[ciginatree]

Sofa- Justin Morrow x Ricky Olson

Content Warnings: Fluff, anal sex, small spit kink?

Word Count: 1.1k

Request by @high-wire (sorry it took so long, you're a saint for being this patient)

This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation.

“Babe! I’m home!” Ricky shouts through the entryway, voice echoing off of the pale, dusty blue walls. He kicks the door closed behind him and slides his leather jacket off his arms and onto the bar of coat pegs to the left of the front door. Left in his black hoodie and jeans, he ventures further into the house. “Babe?” Ricky calls out again, peering around the corner into the living room. An unmoving lump is laid across the couch and he smiles fondly to himself at the scene before him.

Justin’s head rests on the arm of their gray couch, his hand wedged under his cheek. His face is relaxed and his eyes are closed, soft breathing escaping his slightly parted mouth. Ricky walks around the couch, kicking his shoes off to the side, and slides into what little space is left on the couch in front of Justin. Ricky cuddles close to his chest and reaches down to pull the wool blanket that had collected at Justin’s hips up over the both of them. Justin stirs, inhaling deeply as his eyes squint open and closed. He wraps an arm around Ricky, instinctively pulling him closer, even in his sleep dazed haze. 

“Hey, baby, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Ricky whispers, his fingertips raising to rake gently along the grain of Justin’s sandy brown scruff. Justin lazily shakes his head and sighs, sinking further into the couch. 

“I don’t mind,” Justin says, voice strained and gruff as he stretches his leg along the length of the couch. Ricky smiles softly, lodging his leg between Justin’s.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t wanna move.” Ricky closes his eyes and lets the warmth of Justin’s arms wash away the lengthy, stress worn day. Justin’s fingers raise and slowly gather Ricky’s hair, bunching it between his palm and Ricky’s scalp before releasing the tufts and watching them scatter across his head. Ricky sighs into the feeling as Justin repeats the action, gliding his fingers through his boyfriend’s inky hair. As he gathers it once more, Justin dips his head down to press his lips into Ricky’s shoulder. His lips knead into his milky skin, carving their way up his neck. With his eyes still closed, Ricky drops his head to the side, allowing the slow, languid kisses to breach his weary demeanor. A hum rumbles through his throat, vibrating into the wet warmth pressed at his pulse point. Justin’s lips twitch up ever so slightly, dragging a longer path across Ricky’s skin.

A low exhale precedes more movement and finally, Justin finds his way to his boyfriend’s face. Ricky looks so calm, his eyes closed in content trust. Justin lowers down to kiss him. Ricky doesn’t hesitate as his lips soften and mold to Justin’s, letting him set the pace. The slow kisses quickly heat and Ricky’s hand finds Justin’s cheek, pulling him closer. Justin inhales deeply, exhaling a slow groan. Ricky’s heart pounds at the noise, the rest of the day forgotten as he presses his body against Justin’s, pushing him down underneath him. He clasps his other hand over Justin’s cheek and begins to rock his hips down, groaning and humming into Justin’s mouth. 

As their tongues work against each other, Ricky begins to remove their clothes. First his pants, then Justin’s, then their shirts- breaking away for only a second -and lastly, their boxers. Ricky settles on top of his lover, hand propped on the arm rest of the couch above Justin’s head. He stares down at Justin, breaths leaving him in short puffs through parted lips as he lines himself up. He’s always loved the way Justin looks below him; so much bigger, but so vulnerable and needy. Ricky shifts, swiveling his head as his eyes sweep the room. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“Lube.” Justin lets out a deep rumble of a laugh and takes Ricky’s free hand, guiding it to his lips. Ricky watches as Justin spits down into his hand, the warm saliva coating his hand. Justin’s lips curl into an erotic smirk when Ricky’s eyes widen, and Ricky wastes no time wetting his dick. Eagerly, he presses his tip against Justin’s hole, flicking his eyes up to watch Justin’s face as he slowly pushes in. Justin takes a stuttering inhale and releases it with a moan, fingers curling around the edge of the couch cushions. 

“Fuck,” Justin breathes as Ricky’s hips settle against his ass. “Oh, fuck…” Ricky’s body fevers, tongue darting out to lick his lips as strands of black hair slip down over his forehead. He lets out a deep hiss of breath, his hand trailing down to hike Justin’s thigh up over his waist. Ricky holds an inhale as he drags his hips back, his eyes roll and he lets out a choked moan before pushing back inside.

“Always so fucking tight,” he mutters in a strain. Justin drapes his forearm over his head, hand twitching and clenching as pleasure radiates through his body. He lets out small pants, back arching and he breathes out a sultry moan when Ricky picks up his pace. His hips pump steadily, lips drawn in a tight, focused line. 

“Oh, god, Ricky…” Ricky tightens his grip on Justin’s thigh, hiking it further as he drops closer to Justin’s body. Sweat dews at the brim of Justin’s brow, lips cracking apart to moan and hiss. Ricky can feel the tension building deep in his gut, a coil winding tighter and tighter. He knows Justin can feel it too by the way he’s writhing and bucking his hips. Ricky reaches down, clasping Justin’s hand in his own, and raises it up over the armrest, forearms pressed together. 

“Fuck,” Ricky breathes, dick throbbing and pulsing. He angles his hips and drives up into Justin’s sweet spot, gasping as Justin clamps down with a whimper. “Oh, god!” Every inch of the two men feels like they’re on fire. They shudder and groan, both so close to releasing. Justin clamps down again and Ricky’s mouth drops open to let go of an almost pained moan, muscles tightening as he finally cums. 

Justin arches up into his boyfriend, cumming over their stomachs and chests with wide eyes and choked moans. Ricky pants, head dropped forward and he squeezes Justin’s hand before slowly pulling out with a whimper. He collapses on top of his chest, chest heaving alongside Justin’s. “God…” Justin breathes, settling his hands over Ricky’s back. He reaches down and grabs the blanket that lay trapped between their bodies and the side of the sofa, draping it over them both. “I’m not moving for at least an hour.”

Ricky hums in agreement, face smashed into Justin’s chest. “That’s fine, I like falling asleep naked anyway.”

Tags: @abiomens @high-wire @rumoured-whispers @exitwoundsx @spookieolson @joyofbebbanburg @eternallytiredsinger

[shy-nightmare]

The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths

Chapter Three: Eddie Valiant

Summary: Now that they’ve been hired, the twins meet their new partner, retired Toon private investigator Eddie Valiant who is also hired to investigate the rumors at Maroon Cartoons Studio CEO R.K. Maroon’s request. The three do not hit it well with first impressions.

Credit for inspiration goes to @imaginarytoon1, author of “The Birchwood Twins: Toontown Investigators” and @its-metal-mistress, author of “Bendy and the Ink Machine: Learning How to Live”. Please check out their own wonderful content ^^!

Special Guests Tags 😊: @marinerainbow, @slashingdisneypasta, @los-angeles-toon-patrol, and @weaselnerd (BTW, I have a favor to ask. If you guys received this, can you please comment you saw my chapter? I’ve been having WiFi issues lately ☹)

Warning: Eddie being biased towards the twins 😑

The twins followed the lady down the hallway to R.K. Maroon’s office. As they walked, they marveled at the sight of various Toons and Toon celebrities walking around the streets at the studio. The walls were embellished with posters of Roger and Herman’s cartoons from Babes in Arms to Tummy Trouble and The Wet Nurse.

“They must be the stars of the studio,” Tom said to his sister, who gave a little shrug as if to say, “Guess so”.

The lady knocked on the doors polished in oak wood. “Mr. Maroon? Our guests are here.”

“Ah! Terrific!” a man’s voice responded. He clapped his hands, “Send them in, please.”

She opened the door for the twins, and they thanked her before stepping into Maroon’s office. It was a classy, organized room with walls painted in ivory decorated with golden statues of Toon celebrities and posters of Roger and Herman’s cartoons near a single green sofa chair on the right. The floor was polished in dark green and red, and only had two little stairs to the office desk. The desk itself was shaped in a curved style, decorated with more cartoon memorabilia and the chair was tufted in vintage green leather. Two velvet green curtains spread open, giving a splendid view of the Acme Factory. And sitting on the office chair and another in front of the desk were two men.

R.K. Maroon was a tall, but stout man. His skin was olive, and his hair was black peppered with streaks of gray. He wore a dark silver-grey jacket accented by a crimson handkerchief over a white dress shirt, a tie threaded in streaks of black, white, and red, and matching silver-grey trousers with polished black dress shoes.

And the other man, judging by his washed-up detective getup, had to be Eddie Valiant. He was slightly shorter, but a little stockier. He wore an old, coffee-colored jacket with a surprisingly clean white dress shirt, holding a black tie dotted in diamond shapes marked with single red x’s and dark suspenders with scuffed shoes. But unlike Maroon, he kept his short dark brown hair hidden in a classic brown fedora. He raised a brow at the twins’ appearances, giving them both a once-over look before his brown eyes darkened. Tom returned his glance with a concealed warning glare, which did manage to tell the man to keep his trap shut. At least, for now.

“Hello and welcome to Maroon Cartoons!” Maroon walked over to meet the twins, extending his hand out. “You must be Mr. Valiant’s assistants. I’m R.K. Maroon, the proud owner and CEO of the studio.”

Tom accepted his handshake, “Tom Toonz. And this is my sister, Twyla.” He motioned to his sister, who shyly held her hand out for a handshake.

“It’s very nice to meet you, too.” Maroon shook her hand before he turned to the brooding man. “OK, Eddie, you’re free to go.”

“Great,” Valiant grumbled, taking another gulp of his flask and stuffing it in his pocket before storming out of the office.

The twins sighed and shared a deadpan look. “Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled, and they followed him, not noticing Maroon’s smile turn a little…less sincere.

_____________

They followed their “partner” all the way across town, where he decided to hitch a ride on another trolley without them. Asshole. The Red Car stopped near an archway building called The Terminal Station Bar. Just as Eddie was about to take the first step, a young gruff voice spoke from behind him.

“Leavin’ us out in the open?”

“Jesus!” Eddie whirled around, but he glowered when he saw the twins with their arms crossed. “Didn’t anyone ever tell ya it ain’t smart to sneak up behind people?”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell ya it ain’t polite to ditch your coworkers?” Tom answered his question with another question, raising a brow.

“No shit, sherlock,” Eddie grumbled. “Look, I got no time to deal with you Toons—”

A hand grabbed him by the shoulder before Eddie was forced to make eye contact with the young gunslinger. Tom’s tone was even but had a firm undertone do it. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you. Where we come from, we don’t take kindly to racists and that does not exclude you, Mr. Valiant.”

Eddie’s glare faltered a little, his brown eyes slightly widening from the stoic, but intense glare in Tom’s darker eyes and his slightly tightened grip. After a long tense moment, he sighed and let go of the human’s shoulder. “Look, buddy. We get that we’re Toons, but like it or not, Maroon and the fuckin’ man-brat requested all three of us for this job. So I’ll offer you a deal, let us help out and I’ll split our cut 50-50 considering the time of the century we’re living in. And after that, we’ll be gone by sundown. Deal?”

The disgruntled man glared down at the floor, as if he were blaming it for all his troubles right now, then he sighed. “All right. Deal.” He shook Tom’s hand, then pulled back. “So Herman brought you two in for the same favor, huh?”

“Yeah. Apparently, there’s a rumor going around saying Jessica’s cheating on her husband. Then he sent us your way, but the problem is we don’t have a camera. And with what we got right now ain’t enough to give Herman the proof.” Tom glanced at Twyla, who nodded.

“I see.” Eddie sighed, “Wait here. I don’t want the guys to see me in the bar with you runts.”

He turned around and headed into the entrance. Tom flipped him off behind his back. He nearly bumped into a drunk who reeked of bad B.O. and booze that almost reminded him of the Hellhole and walked over to his sister who leaned against the wall while looking at her cell phone.

“Have you reached Adam and Echo yet?” he asked.

Twyla shook her head, “No. Apparently, there’s no signal in this time period.”

“It’s the 40’s, sis.” Her brother reminded her, taking his hat off to rub his temple. “We’ll try again later. Last thing we need is to make Echo sick with worry and Adam beat the shit out of us with his fuckin’ laptop.”

“Agreed.”

Suddenly, Eddie stormed out of the bar, clenching his fist. Tom saw some pieces of eggshells falling out of his palm and could tell some shit went down. “We’re going straight ahead. My office is in that building.” He spoke gruffly with teeth gritted in fury, jerking his head at a large suburban-styled apartment building across the bar at Hope Street. The trio entered the building and walked up a set of stairs leading to a long hallway with doors. After a few blocks down, Eddie led the twins to an office door labeled “VALIANT & VALIANT, PRIVATE INVESTIGATORS”, and in the center was a badge-designed symbol written “Veritas”. Eddie opened the door to his office.

His office…was a one-room apartment. The walls were tawny brown, hanging up portraits and photographed frames. It had a small kitchen with enough room to fit little a card-playing table and chairs, refrigerator, oven, sink, and thank God there was a bathroom. On the left side of the office stood a couple of dark oak shelves scattered with documents and more bottles of Jack Daniels while a dark brown leather chair stood a few feet away from them. And standing in front of the blinded window stood two office desks connected to each other with a single vintage chair. One was polished, though littered with picture frames, papers, booze, and debris. And the other was organized and well-put but covered in thick dust. There was only an unfinished scrapbook, a magnifying glass, an adorable Betty Boop figurine, rounded spectacles, and a pipe next to two organized pens. Everything was dusty, but untouched.

Eddie sat on the chair where the scattered desk was, obviously his office desk. He motioned for the twins to sit on the chairs around the table and they each grabbed a chair.

“Now if you’re going to work with me, I have to lay down some ground rules for you.” He began, making eye contact with them. “First, never—and I mean never—sit on this desk.” He pointed at the dust-blanketed office desk without taking his eyes off his “partners”. “Second, don’t slack off or goof around like you Toons do.” He added, and Tom held back a murderous growl while Twyla’s fur lightly bristled with equal rage though she was in more control of her composure. “And third of all, don’t do anything even remotely stupid that will embarrass me or get us killed while we’re on the job. Got it?”

Tom and Twyla both silently nodded. “Yes, sir.” The older twin spoke.

“Good. But before I tell you my plan for the evening, I want to know you two more. Who are ya and where are ya from?”

Tom, who was always one step ahead, did all the talking. “The name’s Toonz. Tom Toonz. And this is my twin sister, Twyla,” he motioned to his sister who greeted the man with a curt tilt of her head. Then, he dug down into his pocket to pull out a file containing two copies of their credentials that Twyla so kindly upgraded a while ago. Tom handed the papers over to Eddie. “We were hired by Baby Herman as covert investigators from Chatham, Chicago.”

“Chatham?” Eddie raised a brow, as if he were perturbed by the fact. He looked at the papers’ contents again for confirmation. “Uh, that’s a rough part of town, ain’t it?”

“Yeah, well, Chicago is rough.” Tom responded with a shrug. “But it’s one of the biggest joints out in the city to pull a sleuth job.” When Eddie furrowed his brows in confusion, the male halfie elaborated. “Before we came here, we’ve done some favors, too. Folks would show up on our door, asking us to find some dirt on people on their lists. Cheaters, scammers, liars, folks pilfering and selling recreational goods for their clandestine businesses, you name it.” he finished, trailing off, “Chicago ain’t as big as New York, but the streets are just as tough and crawling with creeps and sleazeballs of all kinds, and thugs itchin’ to take a crack at you.”

Eddie observed the scar on Tom’s right eye, then looked down. He nodded, “Yeah? Is that why you’re packin’ heavy heat?”

Tom followed where he was looking and saw the hostler of his gun coiled around his right hip. He softly cursed and tried to hide it better when Eddie cut him off. “Ah, don’t sweat it, kid. I get it. You’re trained to prepare, and that’s good. You need to use your eyes and ears, or else the pigs will be blowing your house down.”

“Ha-ha, hilarious. You’re a real fuckin’ Charlie Chaplin,” Tom snorted, but Eddie didn’t get irritated from hearing the swear.

Eddie turned to Twyla, “What about you?”

Twyla’s ears drooped, but Tom was kind enough to answer for her. “Um, sir.” He spoke to Eddie, softening his tone while keeping the eye contact firm but steady. “She doesn’t feel comfortable talking just yet.”

The detective rose a brow, but he didn’t get upset. “Just yet?”

“She struggles to speak when she’s out in public and she’s very shy, but once she gets to know you better, she’s only a lady of a few words.” Tom replied.

Thankfully, Eddie dropped it. “OK, I got ya. So you can say she’s more of the silent type?”

“Yeah.” Tom nodded, “But she’s learning some of the same skills as I am. While she struggles in conversation, she makes up for it with tracking skills and finding clues. Plus, she as a keen attention to detail and is an excellent master of stealth.” He grinned proudly at his twin’s adorable attempt to hide her embarrassed, blushing face while trying to shove her brother off his chair. However, she managed to punch him roughly in the shoulder. “Ow!” he rubbed his right arm gingerly, “And did I forget to mention she hits like a guy?”

Unbeknownst to them, Eddie pulled up their papers to hide an amused chuckle. He cleared his throat and lowered the papers, folding his hands together. “All right, back to business.”

“Right.” Tom fixed his jacket before facing the human. “So, what did Maroon tell you?”

“He told me that the rabbit’s got his tail all up in in knots because of his wife, Jessica.” He tossed Tom a folded newspaper, and the twins huddled together to take a closer look. Written in bold black, the headliner read, “Seen Cooing over Calamari with Not-So-New Sugar Daddy was Jessica Rabbit, wife of Maroon Cartoons Star Roger Rabbit”. Eddie continued while the twins read, “Like you said, there’s always a cheater crawling around. Maroon says Jessica’s poison, but Roger thinks she’s Betty Crocker. Maroon wants us to go to the joint she sings at, a little evening hotspot called The Ink & Paint Club and dig up some dirt on her.”

He glanced up at the twins warily. “There’s just one problem, though.”

They looked at him, tilting their heads confusedly. “What’s up?” Tom asked.

“Toons do work there, but the club is Toon-Revue. Strictly humans only,” he responded, hiding his concealed apprehension when the twins’ faces darkened. “I got some trench coats and hats you can borrow, so we’ll pull the old cloak-and-dagger trick and—”

Tom cut him off. “Oh, trust me. There’s no need for that,” he waved dismissively. And then, he pulled into a mischievous grin. “You just leave that to us.” He chuckled.

The twins shared a toothy smile that made Eddie’s blood run cold. Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into? He thought.               

[geetanjaliinterior]

Affordable & Luxury Sofa Sets for Living Room – Find Your Ideal Fit

A sofa set is the centerpiece of any living room, combining comfort and style to create a space that’s welcoming and functional. Selecting the perfect sofa set requires considering various factors, from size and materials to color and style. This guide explores everything you need to know to find the best sofa set for living room, helping you make an informed decision for a stylish and cozy space.

1. Size and Layout: Fitting Your Sofa Set to Your Space

The first step in choosing a sofa set is evaluating your living room’s size and layout. Measure your space accurately to determine what sofa dimensions will fit best. For smaller spaces, opt for compact options like a loveseat or an L-shaped sofa that won’t overwhelm the room. In larger living areas, consider a spacious sectional sofa or a mix of couches and armchairs to create a versatile seating arrangement.

Quick Tip: Leave enough space around the sofa for foot traffic and any additional furniture like coffee tables or side tables.

2. Style Matters: Matching Your Decor

Your sofa should complement the style of your living room. Sofa sets come in various styles, including modern, classic, rustic, and industrial. If your living room has a minimalist design, choose a sofa with clean lines and a neutral color palette. For traditional decor, a tufted or leather sofa with rolled arms adds elegance.

Popular Styles:

Modern: Sleek designs, low-profile backs, and neutral colors.

Traditional: Rich textures, curved arms, and ornate details.

Mid-Century Modern: Retro-inspired designs with tapered legs and simple forms.

3. Choosing the Right Material

The material of your sofa set affects both its appearance and durability. Here’s a quick breakdown:

Fabric: Soft, comfortable, and available in many colors and patterns. However, it may require regular cleaning.

Leather: Elegant and easy to clean, making it ideal for homes with pets or children.

Microfiber: Durable, stain-resistant, and easy to maintain—great for high-traffic living rooms.

Each material has its pros and cons, so consider your lifestyle and aesthetic preferences when selecting.

4. Finding the Perfect Color

Choosing the right color is essential for matching your sofa to your living room decor. Neutral colors like beige, gray, and white work well in most settings and are easy to coordinate with other furniture. If you’re looking to make a statement, go for bold colors like navy, emerald green, or deep red. Alternatively, patterns can add personality to your space, but it’s best to use them sparingly to avoid overwhelming the room.

5. Testing for Comfort and Support

Comfort is key when choosing a sofa set, as it’s likely the spot where you’ll unwind after a long day. Check the cushion filling, backrest height, and seat depth for support. Sofas with high-density foam or spring cushions offer firm support, while down-filled cushions provide a softer, more luxurious feel.

6. Exploring Configurations

Different sofa configurations can serve different needs:

Sectional Sofas: Perfect for large living rooms, offering versatile seating options.

L-Shaped Sofas: Great for corners, maximizing seating without occupying too much floor space.

Modular Sofas: Customizable pieces that you can rearrange based on your room’s layout.

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