#Interlocking Tile Hardener

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Checkmate - Joker X Female Reader

Title: Checkmate

Joker X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Jim, police (Mentioned), and Harvey (Mentioned)

WC: 1,398

Warnings: Interrogations, could be seen as any other Joker, italics, teasing, banter, brief mention of kidnapping, sarcastic Reader, mentions of being used as a pawn, DC canon violence, nicknames, The Dark Knight canon violence, mentions of murder/killing, gunfire, Reader is giving Harley Quinn personality, but more like Joker than anything, chaos, slight angst, and fluff

The fluorescent light shining above you was blinding. It burned the backs of your eyes as you blinked rapidly and tried to adjust them to the sudden brightness. You found yourself sitting on a metal chair that was bolted to the ground. Your arms were pulled behind you, handcuffs wrapped around your wrists. You tried to move your hands apart, only to feel the cuffs tighten, forcing you to pull back into the seat. A shiver ran through you and goosebumps spread across your skin. You tugged at the handcuffs, trying to break free, but they held firm. 

You looked up, and you looked around the room, seeing the old, off-white tile floor, and the two-way mirror on the wall. At the sound of a door opening, you turned your head back in front of you. You watched as Jim Gordan entered the room. He said nothing, only clearing his throat before walking further into the room and sitting down in the chair in front of you. He let out a sigh, finally meeting your hardened gaze, his hands coming up to interlock with one another on top of the metal table; a folder laid under his hands.

Jim stared at you, frowning slightly as you stared right back at him, "Y/N..." He began, his voice soft, yet firm. You couldn't help but feel he was speaking to you as if he was your father, rather than an investigator. "Where is he?"

"Where is who?" You asked, tilting your head to the side, only making Jim sigh disappointedly.

"You know who I'm talking about, Y/N," He spoke, "Where is the Joker?"

You pursed your lips, glancing down at the file under his hands; you wondered what was in it, "I think you got the wrong person." You looked up at him, "Did you and your buddies over there do any investigating, or did you just decide to go out and kidnap me from my bed at four in the morning just for the fun of it? Business slow these days?"

Jim sighed again, looking away and shaking his head, "Y/N..."

"Look, Jim," You spoke, your voice becoming quieter, more serious, "I don't have time for games. I want to get home and get back to bed. I need my beauty sleep."

He nodded, his eyebrows furrowed once again, "Alright, Y/N..." He said slowly, unlacing his fingers to grab the folder on the table, and opening it up. You watched, surveying as he slid photo after photo out of the folder; all depicting you and the Joker from what you could only assume was from street-view cameras. You couldn't help the smile from forming on your face, seeing a photo of you and the Joker, his hand in yours as he dragged you down the street.

You remembered that night, you and him had just gotten back from speaking to all the mob bosses. The adrenaline that you were feeling had made you so high and giddy. You could still remember your laughter ringing out around you as you both ran around the corner of the street, and into the get-away van.

Humming, you looked up, "These are nice pictures... Can I keep them?" You asked, before jiggling your arms, making the chain of the handcuffs rattle against the metal chair slightly, "You know, after you let me go. They’d look great framed in my hall." You finished, voice hopeful and joyful, but Jim only shook his head.

"He doesn't care about you." He spoke suddenly, making you scoff.

"Wow," You rolled your eyes, "That's harsh. Do you do this with everyone you interrogate? Make them turn on their partners?"

Jim didn't respond, merely letting out a sigh of frustration. Instead, he shifted in his seat before continuing as if you hadn't said anything at all. "He doesn't care about you, Y/N." He repeated, "He's using you."

Your jaw dropped, "What?" You asked in faux surprise before shaking your head, "You're wrong, Jim. He loves me." There was no doubt in your mind. You knew it deep in your heart, you saw it in the way he treated you; what he did for you. He didn't have to say that he loved you - he didn’t have to - you knew it. And he knew that you loved him too. 

Jim stared at you. He sat there in silence for several moments. Finally, after some time, he spoke, "He doesn't, Y/N."

You frowned deeply, "You're wrong. He cares about me. You don't know what he's like. You can't see how he's trying to show you, and everyone else in Gotham, that anyone can turn to the side of chaos. Dent did." You finished, seeing Jim's eyes harden at the name. “You just don’t like it because J’s right.”

"You can't possibly believe that, can you?" Jim asked, staring at you intently.

You shrugged, "Why wouldn't I?" You stated confidently, shrugging. "I'm living proof, aren't I?" 

Jim shook his head again, tapping one of the pictures that he slid out onto the table - one of just the Joker. "He left you," Well, that surprised you, "He left you on your doorstep a week ago, and you haven't seen him since." Jim spoke as you tilted your head.

"How do you know that?" You narrowed your eyes, leaning back against the metal chair before you scoffed, rolling your eyes, “Nevermind. I forgot you’ve got eyes and cameras everywhere.”

“He left, Y/N.” Jim emphasized, before harshly pointing his finger down at one of the photos, his finger digging into it, “He was using you. You weren’t special to him. He is a murderer, a killer. I’m surprised that he spared you. But I have no doubt in my mind that he thought of you as nothing more than a pawn in his plan.”

You pursed your lips, dropping your eyes on the photos on the table, “Hmph,” You hummed, before dragging your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Wrong again, Jimmy,” You looked up at the man. “I’m no pawn…” You trailed off, a wicked grin forming on your lips, “I’m the Queen.” At that, there was a loud explosion, making Jim’s eyes widen towards you before he jumped out of his seat; hearing the cries, screams, and gunfire. “You see, Jim,” You spoke up again, loving the horrified expression on his face as he turned to face you, “You have oh-so foolishly found your king backed into a corner…” A sharp click echoed throughout the small interrogation room. Your hands were free. “Checkmate.”

Jim didn’t know what to do, but his detectives and officers were in trouble. Grabbing his gun, he left the interrogation room as you stood, tossing the handcuffs on the metal table. Humming a song, you bounced your head to the beat as you grabbed the couple of photos of you and Joker from the surveillance cameras.  

Leaving the interrogation room, you grabbed your confiscated things before you spotted him; your Joker. His dark eyes met yours, his signature grin tugging at the corners of his lips. The chaos of the police station swirled around you both, but in that moment, it was like time had stopped. You could feel the adrenaline in your veins, a familiar thrill that only he could bring out in you.

He looked at you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. It was a look that spoke of danger, excitement, and something that made your heart race. You had been waiting for this moment to reunite with him, to be by his side where you belonged.

"Well, well, well," Joker drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. "Look who decided to join the party."

You couldn't help but smirk as you sauntered over to him - giddy - the photos in your hand. "Miss me?"

He chuckled, a low and dark sound that sent a thrill through you. "Always, dollface."

Without another word, he grabbed your hand, pulling you close. The familiar scent of him - grease paint, gunpowder, and something uniquely Joker - filled your senses, grounding you in the madness.

The sounds of gunfire and shouting filled the station as the two of you moved through the chaos, Joker leading the way with a reckless abandon that you had come to adore. You followed him, trusting him completely, knowing that wherever he led, you would go without question.

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36. Aziraphale

Chapter 36 of Too Wise to Woo Peaceably

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They were greeted at Heaven’s floor by four dour-faced angels. 

“This way,” they said without preamble, and two of them turned to lead the way as the remaining two stayed back to bring up the rear. Neither Aziraphale nor Saraqael asked where they were being taken. It seemed obvious to them both. Saraqael gave Aziraphale a meaningful look; the meaning being both, ‘this is very bad,' and, ‘I hope you’re ready.’

Aziraphale wasn’t sure he was, actually. He’d felt a flutter of fear in his chest as the lift had slowed to a stop.

But then he’d pictured the chair leg in Muriel’s satchel, the way he’d registered the blood, thick and tacky. He’d pictured That Room, the lurid, dark red streaks obscene against the otherwise polished tiles, the black wing dangling at a sickening angle. He'd remembered the heart-stopping moment he had recognised that the broken shape he was looking at was Crowley. Crowley, who always managed to be alright, no matter the trouble. Crowley, who always seemed so cool and composed. Crowley, who had faced down the end of the world with a grin and a swagger. And in that room…

Aziraphale had never seen him like that. Aziraphale had hardly seen anyone like that.

At these thoughts the fear in his chest had abruptly disappeared, uprooted by the fury he had been keeping at bay. He was infused with it now. He burned with it. His hands clenched into fists and then he was back in The Metatron’s office, this time with Saraqael at his side. The angelic escorts performed curt little bows and vanished in swirls of displaced air.

The Metatron was leaning back in his chair watching them with heavy-lidded eyes. He gave each of them a slightly mocking nod. “Aziraphale. Saraqael.”

There was a silence. Aziraphale and Saraqael had agreed they wouldn't speak until asked a direct question. It bought time, and they hoped it might provide some insight into what was to come.

“You took the demon Crowley.”

Not a question. Aziraphale kept his gaze dispassionate.

“You removed him without my permission.” The Metatron leaned forward, resting his interlocked fingers in front of him on the desk. “The matter did not concern you, no matter your ill-advised personal entanglement. The demon Crowley poses a threat to Heaven and the situation required…” he hummed, “... intervention.”

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Aziraphale swallowed down the throbbing feeling of rage that he was building at the base of his throat, throttling his air supply.

The Metatron turned to Saraqael, his calm voice belying clear anger. “I must say I was surprised by you, Saraqael. You may have disagreed with our methods, but there was really no reason for you to embroil yourself in this unpleasant affair. Aziraphale may have some misplaced, mindless sense of loyalty to the demon, but you…?”

Saraqael said nothing, but clasped their hands tightly in their lap. Aziraphale watched the casual movement and recognised it as a tell. Saraqael was nervous.

The Metatron frowned at their silence. “Well? Saraqael? I would have an answer. Why aid in this act of rebellion?”

Saraqael raised their chin. “As you previously noted, I disagreed with the methods.”

The Metatron glared at them for a long moment before turning back to Aziraphale.

“... And you, Aziraphale. What a disappointment! I had such high hopes for you. I thought you would flourish as Supreme Archangel and Commander of the Heavenly Host, and guide us smoothly into a new age.”

Aziraphale’s fingernails dug into his palm. He felt blood. “Did you?”

The Metatron blinked lazily at the question, and his face hardened. “No, perhaps not.”

“The things you said to me - about me - when you offered me the position… They were untrue.” Aziraphale didn’t see any point in making it a question.

The Metatron’s mouth curled into a smile without a shred of warmth to it. 

“Do you think that you are a leader, Aziraphale? You? The only leadership experience you have comes from leading that pathetic demon of yours on a merry dance, having him follow you around like some lonely lovesick hellhound pup.” His tone was one of disgust. “Do you think you are honest? You? Who can’t even be honest with yourself? You, who tell yourself all manner of absurdities to paper over the fact that you are flawed, and have sinned?” He sighed, as if tired of humouring him. “Yes, Aziraphale, they were untrue.”

Aziraphale flushed hot with anger. “You knew Crowley would never agree to return to Heaven.”

“Of course.” The Metatron raised an eyebrow. “I have to say I was rather amazed that you thought he might. It seems you are something of a hopeless optimist, Aziraphale; hopeless being the operative word.”

Aziraphale tried to still his hands but the anger was too powerful, too raw.

“Why harm him? Why almost discorporate him?”

“What sort of a damn fool question is that?” The Metatron snapped. “I remember him from before. Trouble. He’s always been trouble. He’ll always be trouble. He’s a pest. If I could erase him from existence I would have, many times over! Somehow he always manages to slip the net, avoid the trap, evade his captors. Not this time. I wanted him to bend to my will. I wanted him to bend and bend and bend and finally break.” A small, nasty smile. He looked into the middle-distance, as if recalling something. “I think I succeeded.”

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Saraqael cleared their throat, as if to remind them of their presence. “And so, now? What now?”

The Metatron smoothed his hands out over the desk.

“You realise, of course, that you have both sinned many times over. That by the basic act of wanting to take something from me, you coveted. That by contravening my orders, you disobeyed? That by thinking you - you! -” his lip curled derisively as he looked at them both, “... know better than The Voice of God you committed the sin of pride?” His eyes narrowed. “Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall ...” 

“We are to fall then?” Saraqael sounded remarkably composed. Their face showed no fear.

The Metatron ignored their question. Instead, he tilted his head. “What did you do with Crowley? Did you drag his mangled corporeal form back to that rats’ nest of a bookshop?” Aziraphale said nothing, but a muscle in his jaw twitched and The Metatron gave him a brittle smile. “No need to answer, Aziraphale. When we are done here I will dispatch someone to collect the demon.” 

He heaved a pained sigh then, as if he found the situation deeply tedious. “If you have anything to say for yourselves, I would hear it now.”

Aziraphale’s hands were still shaking violently, and he struggled to keep the vibration out of his voice. “You said Crowley is a threat to Heaven.  I would ask how that could possibly be the case? He is a fallen angel, a demon, already diminished in the eyes of God. What possible power could he wield against the might of Heaven?”

Two bright spots of colour appeared on The Metatron’s cheeks. “I will hear from you. I will not answer to you.” 

Aziraphale scowled. “What was done to Crowley, that was a sin.”

When The Metatron spoke, his voice was velvet over steel. “You said it yourself, Aziraphale. ‘He is a fallen angel, a demon, already diminished in the eyes of God.’ Have you forgotten what that entails, Aziraphale? Hmm? The angel that became the demon Crowley was expelled from Heaven. He was removed from our ranks! Cast out! His halo was ripped from him, his wings burned to black, his eyes remade into those of the serpent he now is. He was flung into boiling sulfur and condemned to the torments of Hell. And now you claim injury to his corporeal form is a sin? That this harm to his physical form is a sin? You should know it is nothing compared to the torment he has already endured. It is but a transient ache when held up against the extended agony his true self has already suffered at the hands of Heaven and Hell.” 

The Metatron cocked his head. “Or,” he said, his words slow and calculating, “perhaps you wish to imply that the sin is in fact the older injury; that casting Crowley out is the sin you speak of? Well?”

Aziraphale said nothing, and The Metatron’s eyes narrowed, pinning Aziraphale with a damning look.

“Who are you to question the actions of the Almighty?” 

The Metatron's voice had changed, shifted into something low and powerful that rumbled through the room. He could feel the words ring in his bones.

Aziraphale didn’t see the point in holding back anymore. He shifted topic and spoke plainly. “You thought the miracle we performed together was too powerful to be left unchallenged.” 

“Powerful? Humble yourself, Aziraphale! Troublesome, yes. Problematic. Inconvenient. I will not give this more importance than it deserves. You are nothing. He is less than nothing. But yes, together you are greater than the sum of your parts. I do not understand it. Nor do I particularly care to.”

The Metatron stood then, bracing himself on the desk, leaning towards them. The veins beneath his skin became burning seams of bright gold, as if he were lit from within. He raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand and brought them down, tapping them against the surface of the desk. 

Beside Aziraphale, Saraqael fell to the floor with a startled cry, their chair gone from beneath them, and he watched in startled horror as Saraqael’s wings unfurled, flapping in distress. Burn marks in the shape of handprints formed round their wrists and the covert feathers at the top of their wings singed and melted.

The smell shocked Aziraphale back into motion. He stepped between Saraqael and The Metatron, palms out. “Stop! Stop! ”

The Metatron had made himself larger now, with wings unfolding behind him that sparked with lightning and stretched wide, blocking the light from the windows. He tilted his head down and Aziraphale looked into eyes that burned like coals, flame flickering in the depths. 

Aziraphale felt two things in that moment. 

One was fear, pure and undiluted. His skin sang with it. It trilled through him, a high-pitched chime of crystalline terror.

The second was, inexplicably, Crowley.

You’re here. I’ll find you. I’m here. I’m coming. Hold on.

The second distracted from the first long enough to clear his head. Aziraphale opened his own wings, grew to match The Metatron’s size, and stared him down. He leaned against the desk, almost imitating The Metatron in his stance, and in so doing placed his right hand carefully over a silver quill. He curled his hands forward so he was resting on his knuckles, the movement smoothly concealing the quill in his palm. The sound of Saraqael gasping in pain behind him set his teeth on edge, and he tried to block it out.

Crowley was near. Aziraphale could feel it. It sent flares of competing emotions through his body, sparking fierce and bright.

Panic 

What was he doing here?

Anger 

What was he doing here?

Fear 

What was he doing here?

He focused on The Metatron. “Crowley and I must be powerful indeed if you are so threatened. Let Saraqael go, they are not a part of this.”

“Saraqael chose a side.”

“I hardly think Crowley and I are enough to constitute a side -”

“Perhaps not, but those not with me are against me.”

“You? Or God?”

“They are one and the same, I am The Voice of God-”

“Well I must say I never imagined the Voice of God would be so petty. I thought the discipline of renegade subordinates and demons would be beneath you.”

Anger made The Metatron’s voice crackle with wildfire. “I am The Metatron. Such issues are beneath me. However I will not allow a single pitiful angel and one scourge of a demon to interfere - again - in the plans of Heaven. To allow it to happen twice would be irresponsible.”

Aziraphale heard a muffled noise behind him, distinct from the gurgling whimpers of Saraqael, and then, bafflingly, the husky but unmistakeable sound of Crowley’s voice.

“Yeah, if it happened twice, I mean… that would really start to look like an institutional problem.”

The Metatron’s burning eyesockets shifted to focus on something over Aziraphale’s shoulder (Crowley, presumably). "YOU!"

Aziraphale seized the opportunity.

He raised his arm above his head.

He brought his arm down with all the force he could muster and drove the silver quill straight through The Metatron’s hand.

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Easy maintenance, saving time and effort in cleaning.

Types of Garage Flooring Options

When selecting a Revetement de sol for your garage, the type of material you choose is crucial. Let’s take a look at some of the most popular options in 2024:

1. Epoxy Flooring

Epoxy flooring is a popular choice due to its durability and seamless look. It’s made by applying a mix of resin and hardener onto a concrete base, Revetement Sol Garage

forming a robust layer.

Pros: Highly resistant to stains, moisture, and chemicals; long-lasting; customizable with color options and finishes.

Cons: Requires precise installation; surface prep is essential for adhesion; can be slippery when wet.

Ideal for: Homeowners looking for a professional, polished appearance and minimal upkeep.

2. Polyurethane Coating

Polyurethane flooring offers similar benefits to epoxy but tends to be more flexible, which allows for minor movements in the concrete beneath it.

Pros: High resistance to UV rays; maintains color without yellowing; more impact-resistant than epoxy.

Cons: Higher cost than epoxy; needs to be reapplied over time.

Ideal for: Garages exposed to sunlight, as it retains its color well and withstands fading.

3. Garage Floor Tiles

A flexible and simple way to improve garage flooring is with garage floor tiles. These tiles can be installed as separate pieces or in interlocking forms like rubber or PVC.

Pros: Easy DIY installation; customizable patterns and colors; resistant to oils, stains, and moisture.

Cons: Slightly pricier for high-quality options; not as seamless as coatings; needs regular cleaning to avoid dirt buildup in seams.

Ideal for: Homeowners looking for a DIY-friendly flooring with customizable patterns.

4. Concrete Sealer

A concrete sealer is an inexpensive solution to preserve your garage floor without significantly altering its appearance. A protective layer is created by these coatings penetrating the concrete surface.

Pros: Affordable; enhances resistance to moisture and stains; relatively easy to apply.

Cons: Not as durable as epoxy or polyurethane; requires reapplication every few years.

Ideal for: Those who want basic protection without changing the appearance of their existing concrete floor.

5. Polished Concrete

Polished concrete is an increasingly popular choice for garage flooring because it gives a sleek, modern look while being durable.

Pros: Low-maintenance; highly durable; reflects light well, brightening the space.

Cons: Costly; requires professional installation; limited customization.

Ideal for: Those looking for a high-end, Revetement Sol Garage industrial look with minimal upkeep.

Key Considerations When Choosing a Garage Floor Coating

Before making your decision, Revetement Sol Garage here are some essential factors to consider:

Durability: Consider how much traffic your garage gets, as well as exposure to chemicals and heavy equipment.

Appearance: Color, gloss, and finish can significantly impact your garage’s appearance.

Installation: Compared to epoxy or polyurethane coatings, which may need expert assistance, some flooring solutions, such as interlocking tiles, are simpler to install.

Maintenance: If you prefer a low-maintenance solution, opt for polished concrete or epoxy.

Budget: Flooring costs vary widely, Revetement Sol Garage so decide on a budget that meets your requirements for durability and aesthetics.

Steps to Install Your Garage Flooring

Each type of Revetement de sol for a garage has different installation methods, but here’s a general overview:

Prepare the Surface: Start with a concrete surface that is clean and level. Sanding and acid washing are frequently required to guarantee adherence for coatings like epoxy.

Choose Your Flooring: Once the floor is ready, pick the product and color that best fits your needs.

Apply or Lay: For coatings, apply the product with a roller or squeegee. For tiles, interlock them piece by piece.

Curing Time: Allow adequate curing time, particularly for coatings, which may take up to 48 hours to fully set.

Final Touches: Apply any further touches, such anti-slip coatings, or check that the tiles are laid uniformly.

Maintenance Tips for Garage Flooring

Keeping your garage floor in top shape requires consistent care, regardless of the flooring type:

Regular Cleaning: Sweep and mop as needed to avoid dirt buildup.

Stain Removal: Clean oil or chemical spills immediately to prevent staining.

Inspect for Damage: Look for cracks, Revetement Sol Garage peeling, or loose tiles and address them promptly.

Reapply Coatings: For optimal protection, schedule reapplications of sealers or coatings every few years.

Popular Garage Flooring Trends in 2024

Eco-Friendly Materials: Many homeowners are choosing low-VOC and environmentally-friendly flooring products.

Decorative Epoxy: Decorative epoxy coatings with metallic or quartz finishes are becoming increasingly popular.

Textured Surfaces: Anti-slip coatings or textured tiles are ideal for preventing slips, especially in high-moisture environments.

LED Lighting Integration: Some garages are installing LED lighting around the flooring edge to improve the aesthetics and give them a sleek, contemporary look.

Conclusion: Choosing the Right Garage Flooring

Cost, durability, and Revetement Sol Garage aesthetics must all be considered when selecting the best Revetement de sol for garage. Tiles offer flexibility and convenience of installation, while epoxy and polyurethane finishes give smooth, long-lasting alternatives. Revetement Sol Garage will keep your floor looking brand new for many years with routine upkeep, including washing and reapplying sealers or coatings on a regular basis.

Investing in high-quality flooring will turn your garage into a useful, aesthetically pleasing, and long-lasting area, regardless of your preference for a polished concrete look or a more affordable sealant.

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The Ultimate Guide to SPC Flooring

SPC (Stone Plastic Composite) flooring is currently one of the most popular flooring choices in the industry. If you are planning to buy new flooring for your home or office, this is everything you need to know about SPC flooring.   What is SPC Flooring?  SPC is an engineered flooring made using limestone powder and stabilizers to create a strong core. On top of this core is then an added vinyl print and a wear layer and it is able to come up with a good looking and impact, stain, and water resistant floor.   SPC vinyl flooring expresses the composite that is made of stones and plastic. The limestone powder also acts as a reinforcing agent that hardens the flooring and provides a solid core that does not succumb to impacts and traffic. The printed vinyl layer resembles natural materials such as wood or stone, and the wear layer is meant to add strength and resist scratches to the flooring.

Advantages of SPC Flooring

Waterproof: SPC floor is 100% waterproof thus ideal for rooms such as bathrooms and kitchens. It is also important to understand that SPC will not shrink, expand, buckle, or be compromised by water as traditional wood flooring.

Durability: The majority of SPC consists of a dense core that makes the flooring durable and resistant to impacts, scratches, and dents. It does not easily wear, fade or break like other fabrics.

Easy Installation: SPC flooring can be installed in most cases without any glue thanks to the click locking mechanism. This makes it a better option for Do-It-Yourself works or small fixes.

Low Maintenance: SPC flooring is resistant to stains due to its wear layer and it is pretty easy to clean and maintain: the floor should be swept regularly and damp-mopped occasionally. This does not require sealing, waxing, or any kind of further upkeep.

Stylish Designs: SPC flooring comes in a variety of colors and designs and can be designed to look similar to other flooring materials including wood, tile, and stone. There are so many options in SPC flooring that everyone can find something for himself: rustic hardwood look or a modern tile.

Eco-Friendly: SPC flooring is not only built from recycled products, but also is 100% recyclable, which makes it a more sustainable flooring option compared to some alternatives. It helps in preservation of the environment and its performance lasts for long.

Installation Process

SPC flooring typically comes in planks or tiles that are designed to interlock with each other. The installation process generally involves:  Preparation: Making sure the substrate is clean and dry and is level.   1. Underlayment: Most SPC flooring products have an underlayment attached to them; however, in some cases an underlayment will need to be used separately.   2. Laying the Flooring: They start at one corner of the room and will place the planks or tiles and lock them together with the click-lock system.   3. Finishing: Baseboards or moldings for finishing touches to cover expansion gaps and polishing.

Maintenance Tips 1. Regular Cleaning: Clean it on a regular basis to remove dust and other particles.   2. Damp Mopping: Take a damp mop and use a mild cleaner appropriate for vinyl floors.   3. Avoid Harsh Chemicals: Avoid harsh cleaning chemicals or cleansers that may degrade the wear layer.   Conclusion SPC floring is a cost-effective and durable option that is also entirely waterproof and comes with a variety of color and design options that make it attractive for both residential and commercial use. SPC flooring is a practical and fashionable option for the renovation of various buildings, including apartments or offices.

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" it's okay. i promise you, i will be here when you wake up. " with steve harrington please :)

A/N: i'm such a sucker for a love confession moment so it somehow made it's way here lmao. hope u like this @annab-nana !! <3

steve harrington x fem!reader | wc: 1.3k | best friends to lovers, canon typical violence, blood | prompts in bold!

The party was cornered when you found them.

They were trapped against the edge of the cabin, a Demogorgon towering over them. El was unconscious in Max's arms, Dustin was kneeling beside them, trying to reach for any help via his walkie, Lucas, Will and Mike shielding them on all sides.

Steve was at the forefront, knuckles near white as he gripped his infamous bat.

The self-sacrificial lamb, the self-appointed human shield.

And you were tired of it.

You were tired of seeing your best friend getting hurt, of him acting like he was expendable, that it didn't matter how badly beaten he got as long as he could save someone else, careless of his own life as if being at the battlefront was all he was born for, a penance.

So then came an idea—an exceptionally stupid idea. 

But it was good enough.

"Hey, tooth decay!" you shouted, grip tightening on the kitchen knife you'd grabbed out of panic when you caught wind of Dustin's call on the radio. With a sharp breath, you cut across your palm, hissing as blood dripped down your fingertips, thick and crimson. You held it out, grinning when the Demogorgon started to look for the smell. "Heard you have some sort of iron deficiency!"

"What the fuck are you doing!" Steve yelled, and you wanted to flick his ear for trying to ruin your spontaneously dangerous plan.

Though a split second later, you could see it on his face, the realization of exactly what it was you were doing.

You slowly backed away when the monster turned, keeping your hand out to ensure your role: the bait.

"Get them to safety!" you called out when it finally walked to you.

"NO!"

It lunged.

You ran.

Hand stinging and tainted red, heart pumping in your ears, in sync with your fast pace, motivated by the much heavier footfall behind you, claws tearing into the ground, growing nearer and—

You yelped when a branch caught your foot, breath knocked out of you when you landed on your front. With gritted teeth, you crawled towards the knife, whimpering as you turned your body and rested your back against the tree, blade wielded, a poor attempt at defense.

After all, what would one kitchen knife do compared to hundreds of it in the Demogorgon's mouth alone?

The next thing you felt was sharp claws across your stomach, a shrilling scream leaving your lips, muffled by the ringing in your ears.

There was a shout of your name, a series of gunshots, a collection of footsteps, and then, everything went dark.

•••

The light came back in the form of constant beeping.

You groaned, lifting your hand to rub your eyes only to stop when you couldn't move it. Something heavy was on top of it. Blinking away the drowsiness, only then did you notice the rough fingers interlocked with yours.

Slowly looking up, you saw Steve watching you carefully, features momentarily covered in relief before they hardened.

Before you could ask him what was wrong, he let go of your hand.

You ignored the sting in your chest as you watched him stomp toward the door and poked his head out. You heard muffled voices followed by departing footsteps. Steve walked back inside but stood at the corner of the room, arms crossed, jaw clenched, eyes deadset on the tiled floor.

A few seconds later, Dustin came in with a nurse and doctor in tow.

Steve never said a single word.

Not when they checked your vitals, not when the rest of the party stumbled into the room with relieved smiles and grateful laughs, not even when it was later in the night when everyone had gone home, leaving the two of you alone once again.

No, Steve remained in his corner, unmoving, quietly seething. Because if he were a cartoon, you could practically see his hair flowing as steam blew out of his ears.

"What?" you said, voice hoarse, tone teasing. "No, 'thank you for saving our asses' speech?"

That set him off.

Steve growled as he started pacing in front of your bed, wearing down tracks on the tiles. You carefully watched him as he tugged on his roots, harsh palm over his reddened face, chest heaving, fist clenched.

Oh he was pissed.

"Steve—"

"I'm so fucking mad at you right now," he growled, shooting you a glare.

"I can tell," you muttered, fiddling the bandage around your hand.

"I can't fucking believe you've done that! Y-You and your fucking self-sacrificial ass—"

"Well, sorry for taking your self-sacrificial title in the group. Didn't know you're so sensitive about it," you scoffed, eyes rolling.

"That's not funny," he snapped, pointing a warning finger at you. "That's not fucking funny."

"Steve—"

"You almost died!"

You frowned at the slight shake in his voice, your slight annoyance replaced with worry.

"You almost…you could've died and I-I thought—" Steve took a sharp breath, rubbing his face frustratedly as he kept pacing in front of the bed. "I thought I lost my best friend! I thought I lost you b-before I could…before I—"

"Steve…"

"Before I could even say I love you!"

You froze.

"I-I don't care if you hate me for this o-or if I've ruined our friendship or what b-but I just need to—"

"Will you shut up and kiss me?"

Steve blinked. One, two, three before he stalked towards the bed, palms rough yet gentle as he held your face and all but crashed his lips on yours.

The kiss was heavy, sweet, desperate, laced with worry and need, a touch of longing, hints of lust, overflowing with love.

You pulled away when you felt wetness on your cheeks, heart aching when you realized the tears were not yours.

"You s-scared me," he croaked, eyes screwed shut, reflective lines running down his flushed cheeks. "You scared me so fucking much."

"I'm sorry," you whispered, thumbs catching the tears before they could touch his skin. "Hey, I'm okay now. We're okay."

Steve nodded wordlessly, forehead pressed against yours as he tried to even his breathing. Clearing his throat, his voice was still rough as he whispered,

"Promise me you won't ever do that again."

"If it means saving your life and the kids? You know I won't hesitate to do it again," you said truthfully with a small smile. "And I know you'd do the same, too."

"God you're so annoying," he grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched. You were right, after all.

You chuckled, sound dying with a frown when you saw the already prominent, dark circles under his eyes.

You didn't know how long you were unconscious nor how bad it got when that thing attacked you.

But you did know Steve.

How he probably hadn't left your side since then, how his guilt had been eating him alive as he carefully watched over you, ears tuned into the soft beeps, his damning thoughts not giving him a moment of respite in fear that you'd suddenly be taken from him if he did as much as closed his eyes for a few minutes.

It made your heart melt and break in the same breath.

"You should get some sleep."

He shook his head, words of protest already on the tip of his tongue.

"Hey," you cut him off, cupping his face, placing tender sweet kisses on his lips. "It's okay. I promise you, I will be here when you wake up."

"You better be or I'm hunting you down and strapping you to the bed."

You wiggled your brows. "Kinky."

"I hate you," he groaned, face buried in your neck.

"I love you, too."

You felt his smile grow against your skin.

"Now, go to sleep. We all know you need your beauty rest. Your hair is starting to lose volume, Harrington."

"You're unbelievable."

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PURE FILTH… (FEATURING CHARLES, PIERRE, LANDO, CARLOS, GEORGE AND YOU!)

WARNINGS - 18+, VERY STRONG sexual content.

Summary - I recently asked you all for your dirtiest requests, and this is the result. I have merged multiple areas together with multiple drivers involved. WARNING this one is very very dirty. It’s not for the faint hearted. CRAZY DIRTY LEVELS. ❗️

You knew what was coming, but you were still nervous. Your heart was pounding, you could feel every beat. You opened the door to the boys locker room and immediately got hit by the steamy scent of sweaty men.

You had asked for it to be in the boys locker room, and so your boyfriend had hired one out for the evening. It must’ve cost a fortune, but your boyfriend was no other than Pierre Gasly.

You had wanted to explore this fantasy for months now. You told him about it one day when you were drunk, and ever since he has been fixated on making it true. What is the fantasy in question you ask? Well…you’re about to find out.

You stepped into the locker room, the smell of the sweaty boys hit you. The air felt thick , steamy and warm. And in the gloom you could see them.

Standing in front of you, completely naked and dripping with sweat….

Charles Leclerc , Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz and George Russell.

Pierre locked the door behind and followed you, stripping himself off as he walked.

The other boys took in the sight of your body. You were only wearing a small bikini, as Pierre had requested. He loved you in that bikini, it instantly got him horny. And it was clear to see it had the same effect on the rest of the boys.

They slowly tugged on their own hardening cocks at the sight of you.

Charles made the first move, instantly coming in and smothering your face with a deep kiss. He tasted so salty, and his body was so wet to the touch. The slime of his sweat coating your fingers as you slid your hands over his muscles.

As he kissed you, you felt George and his hard cock press up against your back. You felt his cock throbbing on you, and his greasy abs slide up and down your body, as he began licking at your neck.

Then you felt landos hands on you, he was untying your bikini top, which instantly fell to the floor. He spent his time feeling up your tits. He spat on his thick fingers and rubbed his spit over you as he felt you up.

Next, you felt Carlos and Pierre both slip down your bikini pants. They both crouched down as they did it, you could tell their eyes couldn’t help but stare at your wet pussy as they stripped you. Carlos slipped the pants over your foot, and passed them to Pierre.

Pierre grabbed them off him, and immediately began to sniff your scent off them. You heard him inhale deeeeep breathes as he smelt you.

Carlos , while still on the floor, decided to lift your bare foot off the ground and place it in his mouth. You felt his tongue suck on your toes as you stood there being smothered by all these men.

You took it in turns to kiss them all, judging who was the best as you did. But you couldn’t decide…they were all so good.

George lifted his armpit and moved your head into him.

“There’s a good girl” he added while you took in the smell of his hairy, sweaty armpits. Next, you did the same to lando, his armpit and biceps bigger, but just as sweaty.

At this point you were so aroused. You already felt like you had been covered in their sweat…but you had a feeling it was going to get even dirtier.

Pierre grabbed you from behind as you were fully interlocked with tongue inside Carlos’ mouth. He held you up in his arms and carried you over to the shower room.

The rest of the boys followed.

“Showering already? I don’t feel dirty enough yet…” you whispered to Pierre while you bit his ear

He licked at your neck as he carried you.

“What makes you thing we’re washing you?” He replied smugly.

He placed you down on the hard, tiled shower floor. It was an open room, like the sort you get in normal locker rooms. The floor slightly damp from where the football team had been using it previously.

Even the thought of a whole football team showering together where you are sitting, was enough to send butterflies all over your body. You felt your juices start to drip onto your thigh as you sat on the floor.

All the boys surrounded you in a circle. Your eyesight could only see huge cocks, and muscly studs standing above you.

You felt so innocent and powerless.

Lando confidently slapped his hard, wet cock on the side of your face. It made a slapping sound and felt hard as it hit you.

You immediately took him in your mouth and began sucking him off. You could feel the saliva drip out your mouth as you did it.

The saliva would drip down onto you, and then your feel one of the other boys smother their hands in it.

You took turns sucking each of them off, they all tasted so good. You felt Charles throbbing in your mouth, Pierre too. You even felt George leak precum down your throat as he thrust it inside your mouth.

As you sucked George’s hard length, you felt all of them start to spit on your face. They all took it in turns. Some of them missed and it hit other parts of your body.

This was starting to get dirty….just as you had hoped.

“Fuck…lie down baby” Pierre demanded as he stroked his cock

As you lay down on your back and looked up, you took the time to admire the view of all their cocks dripping with a mixture of precum and your very own saliva, as some of it continued to drip onto your spit covered body.

“Fuck…I really need…you know…I really…” George started saying as he cheekily smirked at the other lads

“Mhm…I think I do too you know” lando replied. He had caught onto what George was saying…

Next, Charles caught on “fuck yeah I’ll do it”

Carlos replied too, before Pierre looked down and said “yeah she deserves it, let’s fucking do it.”

“Do what?” You asked while swiping away some of their spit from your forehead.

They all stopped jerking on their cocks, allowing them to soften up slightly before their next move

“You wanted to experience what it was like to be in the middle of several sex-crazy guys didn’t you?” Asked Pierre

He added “this has always been your fantasy, so we have to do it properly…but you might want to close your eyes so it doesn’t get in there”

“So what doe…” you couldn’t finish before you felt it

The first to let go was Lando. You saw the tip of his cock release, and then you felt him spray you

He began to piss on you. It hit your belly at first, before he could get a proper aim. He slowly began to move his trail of piss up your body, splashing over your tits. It felt so warm…and somehow felt thicker than water.

Next, you felt George start to spray you, then Charles, then Pierre, and finally Carlos.

You closed your eyes as the circle of cocks smothered you with hot piss. The sound of it splashing all over your body, and puddling on the floor. Carlos’ golden shower smothered your hair, you embraced it and tan your hands through it as he covered you, as if you were washing your hair.

George and Charles covered your face. At first you didn’t want it getting in your mouth, but a few seconds in, as they all started to spray you, you opened your mouth and took in the taste of the men

As they continue spraying you, you felt your thighs open up, and looked up to see Lando thrust inside you. He began fucking you, as the rest of the boys continued to spray you with their liquids.

You were now lying in a puddle of their piss, and the rest of the boys stood in their own liquids, their bare feet smothered in it, as they continued to spray you.

Lando instantly made you squirt all over him. A mixture of your cum and piss from the boys spraying lando.

All of them took it in turns to fuck you.

They all felt as good as each other. You felt as though you were getting high off them.

You were also getting high off the feeling of their sweat, their piss, and the smell of it too, as you lay in the puddle.

“Get up!” George said as he pulled out of you. He lay down where you had been sitting. Charles and lando beside him too their positions

“Piss on us” he added

You squatted above them and let your fluids run.

You covered them all, as they lay there in the piss covered floor. Their whole body’s smothered with it. Their abs making the liquid flow like a river, in and out of the cracks.

And that’s when you felt it. The cum wave hit you. You squirted all over them.

Piss and cum all over.

They boys were quick to add to it. Surrounding you all with the circle of cocks, as they all simultaneously sprayed you with thick, white cum.

Your face and body now completely covered with all the dirt you could think of.

Pierre grabbed your chin and began to lick up all the cum you had been smothered with. His tongue ran across your face, taking it all up.

He then spat it back out on you.

You felt it slowly drip down your face as his hands smothered it more into your makeup. (Or what was left of it.)

You were a mess.

“Fucking nasty girl” Pierre responded while smothering the piss and cum

“We’ve gotta do this more often” replied George.

You sat there, in the puddle, covered in their liquids, Thinking of what had just happened.

It was pure filth.

Until next time…

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summary: with the aid of one too many alcoholic drinks, two life-long best friends confess their feelings for one another without using any words at all as the after party dwindles down around them. 

warnings: graphic sexual content. unprotected sex.

The air was thick with a nebula of nicotine and the sweet, yet musty, essence of marijuana as the laidback tempo of the R&B playlist echoed throughout the old, decrepit fishing shack. A legion of half-consumed beer bottles cluttered the kitchen countertops - standing tall beside the few crumpled, empty beer cans. Cigarette butts filled the several ash trays littered around the confined space, creating an unsightly mountain of burnt-out roll-ups that spilled over onto the stained, wooden surfaces. The small, anchor-themed clock which hung proudly on the wall beside the doorway read 4:13 - the incessant ticking drowned out by the calming bass of the R&B music. What had once been a raging, wild house party that had seen almost every troublesome teenager of The Cut had dwindled down into a relaxed, mellow affair, with only a few roisterous individuals remaining. 

Her crimson, platform heels lay discarded on the slate tiles just an arms-length away as her trim, scantily clad body entangled itself with his - her arms loosely coiled around the back of his neck. His jean-clad knee pressed between her sun-soaked thighs, her voluptuous hips moving in cadence with the slowed, sultry tempo of the music as they grinded sensually against his. Her movements were alluringly languid as he placed his bear-like palm against the small of her back, his touch searing her skin through the thin material of her sable, figure-hugging dress. Compelled further into his warm, enticing embrace by the electrifying pulses of energy surging through her petite, intoxicated silhouette, she eliminated the remaining gap between their two synchronised bodies. 

As she peered upwards through her dark, mascara-coated lashes, her hazy, inebriated eyes met with his. The taste of his spirit-laced breath consumed her as their faces hovered just a mere millimetres apart - both hesitant to invade no man’s land; both tentative in escalating their life-long friendship. It was the Don Julio which ultimately coerced the two longing, tipsy teens to take the plunge into the unknown; their soft lips molded together in a leisurely, timid manoeuvre, the ever-lasting agave flavour of the citrus liquor spurring them on in their ardent embrace. Her naturally long lashes grazed against the blush-tinted skin of his cheeks as her eyes fluttered closed - allowing herself to revel in the fervent passion radiating between them. 

Her scarlet-painted fingertips fiddled with the dishevelled ends of his tousled, sandy locks, his own paw-like palms settling on the entrancing, bodacious curves of her hips. Gently, he applied pressure - pushing her heated, panty-covered core against him as she continued to sensually sway to the music. The friction he had created between them was intensely euphoric, but not quite enough to satisfy the zealous yearning which had erupted in the depths of his stomach. Every inch of his being longed for more - more of every intoxicating sensation he could elicit; his hands hankered for the warmth of her exposed skin against his and his lips thirsted for the exhilarating concoction of flavours that she held.

Eventually, he tore his chapped, rose-tinted lips from hers, peppering several tender, affectionate kisses along her pronounced jawline as his lascivious tongue dared to explore more. His lustful lips found shelter in the crook of her neck - placing delicate, loving kisses in the crevices. Relishing in the sweet, floral aroma of her perfume, he began to gently suck on the golden tones of her complexion. She cocked her head to the side ever so slightly, allowing him full, unrestricted access as his pointed teeth grazed lightly over the wet patch of skin. He placed a handful of fragile, rapture-filled kisses over the sensitive area, satisfied by the possessive imprint he had left, before retreating back to the comfort of her lipstick-coated lips; it was almost as if his lips were in a state of withdrawal.

His thin, sinful lips landed upon hers once again, but this time it was different. His tongue valiantly forced its way into her unsuspecting mouth in an act of absolute dominance, yet the motion was devoid of all aggression - more abundant in a deep-rooted craving for intimacy. She contentedly welcomed his exploring tongue with her own, tauntingly caressing it as their lips continued to interlock together in a melodious synchronisation. The heat of his clammy, calloused palm sent an invigorating rush of adrenaline through her dainty, drunken frame as it came to rest against her upper thigh. With his audacious fingers breaching the thin, cotton boundaries of her bodycon dress, he squeezed the delicate skin.

A symphony of hoots and whistles erupted from the distance of the open, arched doorway - as their beloved, closest friends observed their erotic display of affection. The girlish, innocent giggles of Sarah Cameron and Kiara Carrera sounded above the slow, sensuous pounding of the bassline, as their four friends proceeded to throw what she could only assume were condoms at the entranced pair. As the cold, foil wrappers hit against her arched back, she nonchalantly retrieved an arm from behind his neck, gesturing her disapproval of their actions with a stern, rigid flash of her middle finger; they were far too embroiled in one another’s wistful, lovelorn tenderness to acknowledge their friends’ teasing behaviour.

Half in attempt to shield her petite, hour-glass silhouette from the barrage of condoms and half out of pure, carnal desire to escalate their amorous, salacious encounter, the shaggy-haired blonde maneuvered their entangled bodies around - his evident erection pressing comfortably against the sensitive, sun-drenched skin of her thigh. As her scorching, bare skin fell against the cool wood of the kitchen cabinets, a soft gasp surpassed her swollen, plump lips. Delicately, his dauntless hands hooked themselves beneath the shapely curves of her ass, pushing her hypnotic hips upwards onto the beer-stained countertop - prompting the hasty departure of their on-looking friends.

His wandering fingertips slinked towards the boundaries of her soaking heat, encroaching on the black, patterned lace of her thong. Parting their magnetised lips to suck in an unsteady breath of air, she felt his experienced thumb slip beneath the damp material and trace pleasureful figures of eight against her clit. Heat radiated from her sodden core as she instinctively threw her head back at the electrifying sensation. His lips once again found the sensitive skin of her neck, sprinkling adoration-filled kisses along the glistening highlight of her collarbone.

With a breathy moan escaping her velvet lips, she pushed her eager hips forward. A haughty, satisfied smirk etched itself into the foundations of his chiselled features at her pleading movements, attentively sliding his two poised fingers across the length of her folds - lathering them on her sweet nectar before slowly thrusting them into her core. Her desperate, ruby-painted fingertips reached for the buckle of his belt, fumbling slightly as they eased the worn leather free of the metal clasp. Effortlessly popping the button of his light-wash, denim jeans, she tugged down the sticking zipper.

Her gentle, delicate hands were warm against the sensitive skin of his hardened length as they found their way beneath the waistband of his boxers. An aroused, throaty groan bypassed his tequila-stained lips as his stubby, ring-clad fingers caressed the acute nerves of her core - the exhilarating friction of her soft, sultry palm working along his shaft smothering him. Short, staggered breaths and elated whines consumed the small, homely kitchen as they continued to tender to the other’s desirous yearns. Endearment clouded his ravenous, cerulean eyes as they bore directly and intently into hers - a content, adoring smile tugging at the corners of his thin, alcohol-soaked lips as he indulged in the affinity of their exchange.

Retreating from the shelter of her drenched heat, he brought his juice-soaked fingers to his lips - his mischievous tongue lapping up every stray droplet of her honey-like essence. A subconscious whimper vibrated from the depths of her throat, her hypersensitive nerves neglected by the sudden loss of contact, craving his expert touch once more. His covetous thumbs arched beneath the meagre string of her lace-detailed thong, guiding the damp material down her smooth, tanned thighs. As the damp, patterned fabric reached her dainty ankles, the bewitched blonde crumpled her panties in his calloused palm - carelessly stuffing them into the back pocket of his skinny-fit jeans.

Pushing the tight waistband of his boxers down, he released his stiff, poised dick and positioned himself at her sodden entrance. Slowly, sensually, he pushed himself into her heat. Her lipstick-coated lips entrapped his once again as they echoed an unholy harmony of moans and groans between them, his pleasureful movements remaining languid and gentle. Devilishly, the salacious girl captured his swollen, chapped bottom lip between her teeth, tugging gently at the sensitive skin, cautious not to draw blood. A primal grumble crawled out from the deep, dark depths of his throat as he reconnected their tequila-laced lips for what seemed to be the hundredth time that night.

As the seductive, soulful music faded from one song to the next, he skilfully adjusted the pace of his lascivious movements to the laid-back tempo of the familiar chorus. Her ardent hips followed suit - rocking in a heavenly, sultry cadence with his. The off-white cotton of his t-shirt wrinkled under her tight, careless grip, her pointed, vermillion-painted nails digging themselves into his clothed shoulders. Arching her back and smoothly thrusting her voluptuous hips forward in harmony with his, his pulsing length filled her aching core to capacity - eliciting an ungodly, sensuous whine from her luscious, spirit-laced lips.

His slow, seductive movements had taken her by surprise. The naturally radiant, sun-kissed girl had always expected the muscular, sandy-haired boy to be a rampant, raunchy lover; from the kink-fuelled, salacious scandals with worse-for-wear tourists that he often reminisced on, to the smutty, unchaste fantasies - in which he took the starring role - that frequently plagued her wicked brain, she had come to the affirmation that her troublesome, unruly life-long best friend was an untameable animal in the bedroom. However, the sumptuous, indulgent moment she had found herself living in was quite the contrast to her initial opinions of the stiff-jawed blonde. This was an intimate, passionate, emotional affair - and he meant every second of it; he meant every sensual touch, every lascivious kiss, every amorous thrust.

Their leisurely, romantic pace that heeded to the rhythm of the mellow R&B playlist meant that their attentive, enamoured embrace had continued for a prolonged period of time - much to the dismay of their friends. As the steamy, classic naughties ballad dissipated into the early hours of the mid-summer morn, a slightly more up-tempo, modern beat resounded through the old fish shack. Once again, he adjusted his affectionate thrusts, speeding up ever so slightly. Easing into his new found pace, the athletically-built boy with the tousled, shaggy, blonde hair felt his climax nearing. His calloused fingertips gripped on to the curvatures of her concave waistline out of instinct - forcing back the tidal wave of ecstasy he was so desperate to let overwhelm him, refusing to concede before her.

It was merely several, indulgent thrusts later that the sensitive walls of her sodden core clenched around his painfully hard length, the tell-tale, familiar knot of her high tightening in the pit of her stomach. As she forcefully rolled her bodacious hips against his, she began to unravel around his bulging span. Her manicured, ballerina-shaped fingertips gripped firmly onto the varnished pine of the countertop, her spine arching almost unnaturally as her head threw itself backwards in a subconscious reaction to the immense pleasure which surged through her alcohol-laced veins. A harmonious medley of curse words, enraptured whimpers and sensuous moans surpassed her heavenly, sumptuous lips.

As the petite, hazy-eyed girl continued to ride out her euphoric apex, the searing skin of her bare hips meeting with his own forced him to cave in. His valiant efforts to suppress his intense, building orgasm had been thwarted by the unholy slurs which rolled so effortlessly off her salacious tongue - feeling himself erupt inside her sensual heat. Shortening his cadenced, rhythmic thrusts, he dared not pull his aching length completely out. Her acute, hypersensitive nerves could feel his pleasureful load filling her core - the heightened pace of his hips dwindling into nothing as he finished.

Eventually, he pulled his juice-drenched length from the comforting warmth of her heat, tucking himself back into the fabric constraints of his boxers. An adoring, content smile contorted her doll-like features as her clouded doe eyes peered upwards through her thick, mascara-coated lashes into his admiring, indigo orbs. She could feel the blended concoction of their endearing embrace seeping from her throbbing, saturated folds - onto the bare, exposed skin of her thighs - but she didn’t care. She simply placed her swollen, plump lips on his once more, enrapturing the breathless, teal-eyed boy in yet another tender, passionate kiss, her delicate palms resting themselves on the broads of his defined, burly shoulders.

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Truth or Dare Part 2

After sitting on this for an entire day, it’s finally time. This is just pure filth with a little bit of fluff at the end. You wanted it, you got it.

In this part the reader and Abby have some fun in the shower and try not to get caught. Thank you so much to my lovely proofreaders (3 at once because they’re thirsty) @abbysfirstlove @jessicamparker @sportanime (I can’t tag you and idk why).

Inspiration picture by @voldsby​

Content warnings: smut (in a public place), spanking, language

Read Part 1 first if you haven’t yet!

Part 2 - Don’t get caught

Abby rushed down the hallway holding you tight to her chest, both of you trying to keep quiet while giggling uncontrollably. You held on to the tall woman’s broad neck for dear life while keeping both of your towels clamped under your other arm in order to keep your hand free and open the door to the communal showers.

Once you were both inside, Abby let you slide down onto the cold tiles and took a last look outside into the empty corridor before softly closing the door and turning to you. You were hanging the towels on the designated hooks and stopped mid-motion when you caught her gaze - she was undressing you with her eyes, stripping you naked and staring right into your soul where a fire lit immediately, filling you with heat and desire and making it hard for you to breathe. 

You stood still, waiting as the blonde slowly came closer, never breaking eye contact as she slowly ran her fingers across the waistband of your washed out beige cotton pants and lifted the frayed hem of your black t-shirt just an inch. When her calloused fingertips finally met the soft skin of your stomach you shuddered, goosebumps forming on your entire body as you breathed in sharply. Abby smiled and gave you a feather-light peck on the lips before slowly sinking to her knees and drawing her head close to your exposed skin. You could feel her breath on you as she slid her hands around you and laid them on the small of your back, slowly inching lower while she placed soft kisses on your lower belly. 

Looking up at you, she gently started pulling down your pants and you shivered again, finding it increasingly difficult to stay still. When Abby’s hands arrived at your ankles, you stepped out of the cotton fabric and the woman kneeling to your feet slowly ran her hands up the back of your legs, her warm, dry hands caressing your skin and making it tingle where she had touched it. 

Arriving at your butt, she grabbed you harder and blood instantly rushed to the spot she was so close to reaching as she moved her head forward and brushed her nose upwards against the fabric of your briefs. You couldn’t help but gasp as Abby gave you a devilish smile and pressed her lips to your heated center, squeezing your cheeks with strong hands and making you jerk forward into her. 

You were already soaked from watching Abby come undone on your fingers before but this sent a new wave of wetness between your thighs and you knew Abby could feel it. One of her hands reached up and underneath your shirt to brush over your hardened nipple ever so slightly, teasing you and then moving along your stomach and downwards, finally coming closer to her head and the place where you wanted her the most. 

“God baby, you smell so fucking delicous,” she mumbled into your skin as she caressed the skin of your waist and hip. You couldn’t take the suspense anymore. “Then fucking touch me already, Abby!” With one swift motion you pulled your shirt over your head. Abby looked up at you again, cocking her head to the side and watching you with narrowed eyes. 

“Well, someone is needy. Maybe I should just fuck you against the wall and make you cum before you’ve even felt my tongue on you. Or maybe you need to be punished for being so goddamn demanding.” She gave you a hard smack on your backside and you could instantly feel a burning imprint of her hand start to form. “Or maybe you just need to trust me to give you what you want.”

And with that, the blonde quickly pulled your panties down, grabbed your hand and pulled you to one of the shower cabins. She turned on the water and quickly took off her clothes while waiting for it to be steaming hot. You were absolutely floored by the look of her naked body, finally being revealed every little muscle and every hidden spot you hadn’t had the privilege of seeing before. She looked slightly nervous showing herself completely stripped bare in front of you for the first time even though she usually didn’t mind people seeing her naked. This was different. What if you wouldn’t like her? She knew what people said about her, the names they called her behind her back because of her physique. What if you didn’t want her? 

Abby was gorgeous, from the ashy blonde hair falling over her broad, freckled shoulders towering over you to her toned stomach looking even more defined in the cool ceiling light and forming that perfect V-shape over her narrow hips and strong thighs. You took a step towards her and gently brushed your fingers over her collarbone, then you lay your hand on her small, firm breast and stepped even closer. The soldier had stopped breathing, her mouth was open and her gaze sank into yours until you felt like you were drowning in her eyes. Your other hand explored her shoulder blades, the muscles on her back and the warm skin of her waist.

“Abby, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” You got on your tiptoes and brushed your lips against hers. Her hands found your waist, grabbing you firmly and pushing you backwards into the cascade of hot water falling from the showerhead. You pulled her into you and you both moaned as your bodies and lips crashed together at once, your tongues dancing under the stream of water and your thighs interlocking to bring friction to your heated center. 

The soldier pushed you back against the cool wall of the stall and began kissing and sucking at your neck again, expanding the pattern of lovebites on your skin and running her hands over your breasts, rolling your nipple between her fingers before sinking further down and soothing the tingle with her tongue. You were overwhelmed by all the sensations hitting your body at once - the hot water running down your body, the cold at your back, Abby’s hands grabbing the back of your thighs and her open-mouthed kisses on your stomach made your knees give in, forcing you to grab her head and shoulders to hold yourself up. She noticed immediately and sank down to her knees, taking your right leg and lifting it over her shoulder before doing the same to the left. Your entire weight was now on her shoulders but she didn’t seem to mind at all. Her kisses to the inside of your thighs were getting closer and closer to your pulsing core and you arched your back against the stall, whining from pleasure and need for more at the same time. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, Abby’s lips connected to your center and she didn’t hesitate to run her tongue along your folds, dipping it into the wetness that had been waiting for her there and making you curse out loud, your eyes rolling back into your head and your legs jerking together. The blonde between your thighs looked up at you with an amused expression. “You better be quiet if you don’t want people coming in here,” she reminded you and you sighed. “Shit, I’m trying, Abby. But your tongue -” She cut you off with a stroke of her broad tongue against your clit and you pressed a wrist to your mouth. 

“Be quiet, Y/N.” With that final warning, she flicked her tongue over your clit a few times, pushed between your lips and inside you, filling you with her tongue and making you bite your wrist to not scream out again. You noticed you had put Abby in a headlock with your thighs but you were sure she could handle it, she’d have to if she kept going that way. And she did, alternating between lapping and sucking at your clit and vigorously fucking you with her tongue until you let out small, high-pitched whines at every thrust. One of her hands started moving from the outside of your thigh to your center and you started shaking just at the thought of what was to come. Abby looked up at you, slicking her hair back with her other hand and licking her lips as the water ran over her face and made her look like a marble statue in the pouring rain. 

Holding your gaze with a burning passion, she slowly pushed a finger inside of you and watched you open your mouth and let your head fall back in euphoria. She slowly pulled her finger out again and moved it along your folds, ran it around the pink nub at the top, back down and added a second finger when she pushed in again. This time she pushed them all the way in and paused there, running the tip of her tongue along the path her finger had just taken. You were shaking in anticipation and digging your fingers into your lover’s hair and back, trying to get her to move faster and give you some form of release.

“You’re such a good girl, staying quiet and patient for so long. I think it’s time for your reward, baby.” Slowly pulling her fingers out of you and ignoring your whines at the feeling of emptiness inside you, she set your legs back down and held you up by your waist to prevent you from falling. She then pressed her entire body against you and gave you a long, loving kiss before turning you around to face the wall, pushing your chest forward and pulling your hips back out so the water was hitting your lower back and running down your legs. 

You were breathing heavily as Abby ran her palm from the back of your neck down your spine and came to a halt on your just above your ass, making you wait for her next move and pulling your hair to make you look back at her. Her hand came down on your asscheek with a loud smack just where the first hit had landed earlier, making you tense up and cry out, immediately stifled by Abby’s hand on your mouth. “Come on Y/N, you know I told you to be quiet. Do I need to spank you again?” You didn’t know how to reply, didn’t know if you wanted her to stop or to do it again harder so you just gave her a sulky whine and a provocative stare. 

“Oh so you do want more. Don’t worry, you’ll get it.” She raised her hand and spanked you again, this time harder, making the water on your body spray in every direction from the impact. You bit down on the inside of her hand and furiously stared at the tall blonde who only laughed at you, raising her eyebrows. “Stop being a brat or I’ll be sure to make you scream. And we don’t want that right now, do we?”

You gave in, turning your head to the wall again and letting it hang in defeat. “Abby. Just fuck me. Please. Please?”

Before you could say another word, two fingers were inside you. You threw your head back and Abby caught your mouth again just in time before you could cry out again. She began thrusting into you from behind at a quick pace, hitting a spot deep inside you that made you cling onto the wall in front of you for dear life while trying to remain quiet and on your feet. 

Suddenly you heard laughter outside, there were people walking along the corridor. They were probably your friends, too, having spent some more time drinking with Owen and his buddies and finally going to bed now. You panicked for a moment and thought Abby would stop, but she continued to pump her fingers in and out of you and ignored your muffled complaints against her hand.

“You’re just gonna have to control yourself Y/N, I’m not stopping.” She curled her fingers downwards and hit your sweet spot immediately, making your knees buckle immediately and taking her hand off your mouth to catch your waist before you could sink to the ground. As she slowly brushed her fingertips against your G-spot again and again, the voices came closer and you squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip, praying that they would be gone quickly and not wonder about the running water in the showers. 

Abby’s lips were on the back of your neck, softly kissing along the line of your shoulderblade while her thrusts became deeper again and the hand around your waist wandered lower. You held your breath while the voices became fainter and you heard the heavy metal door at the end of the corridor fall shut. In that moment, Abby’s fingers reached the center of your pleasure and she started to rub your clit in circular motions while keeping a steady pace with her other hand. 

You knew that this was her way of finally allowing you your release after tormenting you for what seemed like hours. 

You turned your head to look at her, your mouth hanging open in silent moans, streaks of hair hanging in your face, completely naked and bare in front of the woman who had finally let her guard down as well. Abby stood under the spray of water, her small, firm breasts reflecting the neon light and her abs flexing and looking like molten glass underneath the running water. She pressed down harder on your clit and stroked your inner walls until your thighs started twitching and flexing, then she just kept the pace and watched you. Your breath began to catch in your throat and you arched your back, more and more heat and tension building in your center until it all seemed to rush to that single spot underneath Abby’s skilled fingers and finally release in shockwaves all over your body, making you press your forehead to the cool wall and cry out your lover’s name as you came onto her fingers. 

Abby caught you in her arms and turned you around to her, falling back against the wall and holding you tight to her chest as she plastered your face with sweet little kisses. 

“Hi there, my sweet, sweet girl,” she mumbled as you put your arms around her waist and hugged her even closer. You kissed her neck and made her hum with satisfaction. 

“Hi there, big girl.” The two of you shared a soft, open mouthed kiss, then Abby stood up tall. “Can you stand? I’ll get the soap for us.” 

“I can try,” you said only mildly convincing but you let go of the stronger woman and held on to the shower knobs. After stealing another kiss, Abby quickly grabbed her beloved pine soap from the box and came back to you. You both lathered each other up and rubbed your slippery bodies together, laughing and teasing each other, followed by another makeout session and more laughter. When you were both finally clean and free of soap, Abby turned off the water.

She grabbed the towels and wrapped you in yours before drying herself off and jumping back into her shirt and boxers. Then she collected your clothes, threw her towel over her shoulder and held her arms out for you. “Need a ride?”

You jumped into her arms, grinning widely as she picked you up bridal style again and headed towards the exit. Right as you opened the door you could hear someone else on the corridor but it was too late; Abby stepped out into the hallway and you both found yourself in front of Aaron and his best friend who seemed to have been the last of the group finally heading to their rooms. All four of you went dead silent as you stared at each other, you and Abby in shock and the other two in disbelief. Abby was the first to collect herself, straightening up beneath you and giving Aaron a slight nod. 

“Hate to break it to you man, but that kiss tonight was the first and the last. Y/N’s with me now.”

Aaron was visibly taken aback. He looked at you first, then at his friend, then back at you. 

“Y/N? What’s going on?” 

You debated telling Abby to let you down but you were scared of your towel slipping off in the process and Abby’s firm grip around you made you feel secure. You glanced at her and bit your lip, trying to think of something to say, then you turned to Aaron.

“It’s true. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I didn’t have this all figured out before. We can talk about it tomorrow. But yeah, I’m with Abby.”

A humorless smile spread on Aaron's face and he shook his head in disappointment. He gave his friend a pat on the shoulder and looked up at you, a searing bitterness in his voice when he spoke again. “Better get going then, let’s leave Y/N to the muscle man. Shame.” 

You tensed up at his words, in disbelief at the audacity of this man, this old friend of yours you had kissed just hours before. Abby noticed that you were about to jump from her arms and straight up attack him so she held you tighter and just laughed. 

“Poor little man, can’t handle being put in his place. That’s okay. You two sleep well, see you at the gym tomorrow.”

And with that, she stepped to the side and passed them without another glance, quickly carrying you back to your room and closing the door behind her before carefully setting you down. 

“Are you okay baby?”

You crossed your arms and raised your brows at her. “Are you?! That idiot just insulted you and you walked away like it was nothing.” 

She just laughed again and took your hands, pulling you into her arms. “How could I be mad at him when I have the most beautiful girl in my arms, and on top of that it’s the girl I just stole from him? He knows I could knock him out with two fingers and he also knows you’re mine now, let him be mad about it. I seriously don’t care.”

She gave you a kiss on the nose and smiled warmly. You couldn’t help but smile with her; she was right. He was just pissed off about losing you, and he certainly had lost you after that fucking scene. You took a step towards the bunk bed and let the towel drop to your feet. “You coming?”

Abby grinned and jumped towards you, making you squeal as she managed to throw the both of you in the bottom bunk without hurting you or herself. To your surprise, she wrapped you tightly into the blanket and sat up.

“I’m going to get us some tea and snacks. You need to hydrate and I need something in my stomach, I’m starving and I won’t make it until breakfast, that’s for sure.” She stood up, put on her green cargo pants and a hoodie and was out the door.

You took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, staring at the window where the sky had taken on a greyish color already. It felt like you were waking from a dream. What had just happened? Was all this real? It didn’t feel like it right now with Abby so far away from you, alone in the empty bed. 

But it was. You ran your fingertips over the sore spots on your throat, feeling the skin tingle with the memory of Abby’s mouth on it and closing your eyes to relive the moment when you had slipped your hand inside her sweatpants and felt her wet heat, proving to you that she felt the same for you after weeks of wondering. Your blood was already collecting at your center again at the memory of Abby’s naked body in the shower, her wet skin underneath the gleaming light, her beautiful long hair framing her face and her fingers… your hand wandered between your legs. The skin there felt raw and sensitive, your lips were swollen from Abby’s hard thrusts under the stream of water and you could feel your pulse vibrating in your clit. Slowly, your fingers moved deeper and found the pooling wetness that had already returned at the thought of Abby’s body, her heavenly tongue and her wonderful long fingers making you scream out her name in ecstasy. 

You could hear the clicking of the door far away, too deep into thought to register Abby had come back. Only when you felt a weight next to you on the bed you opened your eyes and looked right into Abby’s flushed face, her tongue gliding over her lips and her hand moving to cup your face. 

“Already up for another round, baby?” You nestled your face into the cup of her hand and gave her a smug look. “Always with you, Abby.”

She slid underneath the covers and followed the curve of your arm with her hand, arriving at the bottom and moving away your hand to dip her fingers into you again and hum with approval. 

“My sweet girl, already so wet for me again. I guess breakfast needs to wait.”

She raised her hands to her mouth, closing her eyes and sucking your juices off her fingers. You stared at her, fascinated by her effortless beauty and the arousal her presence alone awoke in you. 

If what you had done before was uncontrollable fucking, what happened now was making love. Abby caressed your entire body, sometimes only giving you the featherlight touches of her fingertips, sometimes grabbing you with her strong hands and pulling you closer, making you moan softly into her mouth, at other times exploring the curve of your skin with her tongue and making you shiver underneath her breath. After a while she came back up to your face and gave you a kiss that said all the things she didn’t dare to say out loud. She told you how much she loved you, had loved you from the second she saw you through the gentle twirl of her tongue, told you how much she wanted you through a quiet groan when she ran a finger along your dripping sex, she told you that she wouldn’t leave you ever again through the curve off her fingers inside you and her mouth catching your gasp and turning it into a whimper. 

You held her close, your fingers inside her hair as she explored your depths and your body began to slightly shake again, begging her for that high she had given you before. She obliged and gently laid her palm on your clitoris, rubbing it in the slow rhythm her fingers had found inside of you. As you felt the heat concentrating and silently exploding inside of you, you looked into Abby’s eyes with nothing but honest love in your gaze and came undone in her arms. 

She rode you through your high and gently released you of the overstimulation her hand provoked, kissing your face, stroking your hair and mumbling sweet words into the crook of your neck. After lying in a silent embrace for a while, you looked up at her. 

“Did you mean it? That I’m with you now?”

The beautiful blonde smiled down at you. “If you want that, baby.” 

You pulled her in for a kiss. “I want that very much. I’ve wanted you for a long time, Abigail.”

She reached out of the bed for the tray she had placed on the table. She had brought a small thermos of tea, two apples and some fresh bread from the bakery alongside a tiny cube of butter. A true late night feast, or early morning, if you put it that way. 

The two of you indulged in your meal, feeding each other small pieces of warm bread with butter, laughing and kissing between bites and talking about how you had both been crushing on each other for so long without knowing the other felt the same. The sun rose above the horizon as Abby put the tray down on the floor next to the bed and pulled you into her arms. She would never sleep in the top bunk again as long as she had you to cuddle up to below.

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Author’s note: Thank you for reading 💌 if you’d like, you can support me by buying me a coffee 💛

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Installation: Requires professional installation due to the precise mixture of chemicals. Also, proper surface preparation is essential to ensure the coating bonds well to the concrete.

2. Concrete Stain or Paint for Garages

A budget-friendly and simple option, concrete stain or paint is easy to apply and can enhance the look of bare concrete floors.

Affordability: This is an inexpensive option compared to other garage flooring solutions.

Variety: Available in various colors and finishes, stains and paints allow you to customize your garage’s appearance.

Short Lifespan: Concrete paint or stain may wear off faster than other options, especially in high-traffic areas or with exposure to chemicals.

Low Durability: It doesn’t provide the same level of protection or durability as epoxy or tiles. Regular reapplication may be required.

3. Interlocking Garage Floor Tiles

Tiles that interlock are a flexible and adaptable choice. These tiles are simple to install without expert assistance and are composed of a variety of materials, including PVC, rubber, and polypropylene.

Ease of Installation: No adhesives are required — simply snap the tiles together. It’s a great DIY project.

Variety of Materials: You can choose from durable plastic, rubber, or vinyl tiles depending on your needs.

Cushioning and Comfort: Rubber tiles offer a cushioned surface, ideal for workshops or home gyms.

Customizable Design: Tiles come in various colors and patterns, allowing for a personalized look.

Maintenance: Easy to clean and maintain. Individual tiles can be replaced if damaged.

4. Polished Concrete Flooring

If you want a low-maintenance option with a sleek, industrial appearance, polished concrete might be the perfect solution.

Durability: Polished concrete is incredibly durable and resistant to stains, scratches, and moisture.

Aesthetics: Offers a high-gloss finish that reflects light, making the garage appear brighter and more spacious.

Low Maintenance: Easy to clean with just a mop or sweep.

Cost: Slightly more expensive due to the polishing process, but it requires little upkeep.

Slippery Surface: Polished concrete can become slippery when wet, which may be a safety concern.

5. Rubber Flooring

Rubber flooring is another option gaining popularity for garages, especially those used as home gyms or workshops.

Shock Absorption: Ideal for absorbing impacts, making it perfect for spaces where heavy objects might fall or where you’re on your feet for long periods.

Insulation: Rubber provides insulation against the cold, offering a more comfortable surface than concrete.

Easy Installation: Comes in rolls or tiles that are easy to install without adhesives.

Maintenance: It’s easy to clean, though rubber can sometimes retain odors from chemicals.

Cost: Slightly more expensive than other flooring options but offers great longevity.

6. Vinyl Flooring

Vinyl flooring is another affordable and visually appealing option that mimics more expensive flooring materials.

Variety: Comes in different styles, including patterns that resemble wood, stone, or tile.

Easy to Clean: Vinyl floors are resistant to stains and moisture, making them easy to clean and maintain.

Durability: While durable, it’s not as resistant to damage from heavy tools or sharp objects as epoxy or rubber.

Comfort: Softer underfoot compared to concrete or epoxy.

7. Natural Stone Flooring

For those seeking a luxurious, high-end look, natural stone flooring can make your garage feel like an extension of your home.

Aesthetics: Natural stone offers a beautiful, elegant appearance.

Durability: Stone floors are incredibly tough and long-lasting, resistant to heat, moisture, and scratches.

Maintenance: Regular sealing is required to maintain the look and prevent stains.

Cost: This is a high-end choice that can cost a lot more than other garage flooring options.8. Garage Floor Mats

Garage floor mats are a simple, cost-effective way to protect your garage floor while improving comfort and aesthetics.

Easy to Install: Simply roll out the mat where needed, no adhesives or tools required.

Portability: Mats can be moved around or replaced easily.

Variety: Available in various materials, including rubber, vinyl, and PVC.

Protection: Ideal for protecting against spills, oil drips, or stains.

Maintenance: Mats are easy to clean with soap and water.

9. Peel and Stick Vinyl Tiles

For do-it-yourselfers looking for an inexpensive and simple flooring alternative, peel and stick vinyl tiles are ideal.

Affordability: One of the cheapest flooring solutions available.

Easy Installation: No professional installation required; just peel and stick the tiles directly onto the floor.

Appearance: These tiles come in a variety of patterns and colors to match your garage’s style.

Durability: Less durable than other options like epoxy or interlocking tiles, but a great temporary solution.

Key Factors to Consider When Choosing Garage Flooring

1. Budget

Whereas concrete paint, matting, and peel-and-stick tiles are less costly, epoxy, natural stone, and polished concrete are more costly.

2. Durability

If your garage is frequently used — whether by vehicles, tools, or even bulky exercise equipment — you’ll need a floor that can tolerate damage. Among the most resilient choices are interlocking tiles, epoxy, and polished concrete.

3. Aesthetics

The look of the flooring will be a major factor for people who utilize their garage as an addition to their house. While interlocking tiles and vinyl allow you to create designs and colors, natural stone, epoxy, and polished concrete provide a sleek, professional appearance.

4. Ease of Installation

Peel-and-stick vinyl tiles, mats, and interlocking tiles are simple to install if you’re planning a do-it-yourself project. Because of their complexity, options like epoxy or polished concrete need to be installed by professionals.

5. Maintenance

Think about the amount of time you’re prepared to invest in garage floor maintenance. Epoxy and polished concrete are low-maintenance alternatives, but painted or stained floors could need touch-ups more frequently.

6. Comfort

Comfort is crucial for people who use the garage as a gym or workshop. While polished concrete or epoxy may be harder and less pleasant for prolonged standing, rubber and vinyl provide additional padding underfoot.

Final Thoughts

A number of criteria, including intended usage, maintenance, cost, and durability, influence the choice of garage flooring. There is a surface to fit any need, whether you’re looking for something more affordable like paint or vinyl tiles or something more enduring like epoxy or polished concrete. You may design a room that is both practical and fashionable by carefully weighing the benefits and drawbacks of each type of garage flooring.

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