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[pikspareparts]

Buy Quality Bike Spare Parts Online at Affordable Prices

Pikpart, India's largest online supplier of quality bike spare parts, makes maintaining your bike simple and reasonably priced. Whether you need engine parts, brakes, or accessories, Pikpart has a wide range of genuine products for every bike model. Reliable manufacturers offer these parts. Therefore, durability and functionality are guaranteed. With aggressive expenses and regular discounts, Pikpart allows you to save money at the same time as keeping your bike in top condition. Shopping is straightforward, with a user-friendly website and doorstep shipping. Choose Pikpart for a convenient and price-effective way to preserve your motorcycle.

[etoreairparts]

High-Quality Rear Brake Pads for 50cc-125cc Dirt Bikes & ATVs – Etoreair Parts

When it comes to maintaining your dirt bike or ATV, ensuring the safety and performance of your ride is essential. One of the most critical components that require regular attention is the braking system, particularly the rear brake pads. At Etoreair Parts, we understand the importance of high-quality brake pads in delivering reliable stopping power, which is why we offer premium Rear Brake Pads designed for 50cc-125cc dirt bikes and ATVs.

Why Choose Etoreair’s Rear Brake Pads?

Our Rear Brake Pads are engineered to offer superior durability and consistent performance under the toughest riding conditions. Whether you’re tearing up the trails or commuting on rough terrains, our brake pads provide excellent heat dissipation and friction, ensuring smooth, controlled stops every time.

Premium Materials: Made from high-grade materials, our rear brake pads ensure longevity and top-tier braking performance.

Precision Fit: Designed for easy installation and a perfect fit for 50cc-125cc dirt bikes and ATVs.

Enhanced Safety: With optimized friction, our brake pads deliver powerful, reliable braking in all conditions, keeping you safe on the road and trail.

Affordable Pricing: Enjoy high-quality performance at competitive prices, without compromising on safety or durability.

At Etoreair Parts, we are committed to providing our customers with only the best in powersports parts. Our Rear Brake Pads are rigorously tested to meet the highest standards, ensuring your bike stays in peak condition. With fast shipping, excellent customer service, and a satisfaction guarantee, we make it easy for you to upgrade or replace your parts with confidence.

Don’t compromise on safety—upgrade your rear brake pads today and ensure your dirt bike or ATV stops when you need it most.

Shop now at Etoreair Parts and experience the difference in quality and performance!

URL: Rear Brake Pads for 50cc-125cc Dirt Bike and ATV

[bikesolve]

Motorbike Rental Safety: What You Need to Know Before You Ride

Renting a motorbike can be an exhilarating experience, offering freedom to explore places at your own pace. However, before you hop on and hit the road, safety should always be your top priority. Whether you're an experienced rider or renting a motorbike for the first time, understanding the key safety tips is crucial for a smooth and enjoyable ride.

In this blog post, we'll walk you through the essential motorbike rental safety tips and provide answers to some frequently asked questions. At BikeSolve, your safety is our primary concern. That's why we encourage all riders to follow these guidelines for a secure and worry-free riding experience.

1. Choose the Right Motorbike for You The first step in ensuring safety when renting a motorbike is to choose a bike that suits your skill level, size, and comfort. If you're a beginner, opt for a smaller engine size, as it is easier to handle and control. If you have more experience, you might feel comfortable with a larger bike.

At BikeSolve, we offer a range of motorbikes, from beginner-friendly models to more powerful bikes for experienced riders. Make sure to test the bike's seat height, controls, and weight before making your choice.

Key Points to Consider:

Engine Size: Opt for a smaller engine if you're new to riding. Bike Weight: Ensure the bike isn't too heavy to maneuver comfortably. Seat Height: You should be able to place your feet flat on the ground while seated.

2. Inspect the Motorbike Thoroughly Before heading out, it's important to inspect the motorbike for any potential issues. This ensures that the vehicle is roadworthy and prevents breakdowns or accidents. Here are some key areas to check:

Tires: Make sure the tires are inflated properly and the tread is in good condition. Brakes: Test both the front and rear brakes to ensure they are responsive. Lights and Indicators: Check the headlights, taillights, and indicators to ensure they are working. Mirrors: Adjust the mirrors to your eye level for a clear rear view. Fluid Levels: Ensure that oil, coolant, and brake fluid levels are appropriate.

At BikeSolve, we inspect all motorbikes before renting them out, but it’s always a good idea to do a quick check yourself to double-check the bike’s condition.

3. Wear the Right Gear Wearing protective gear is non-negotiable when it comes to motorbike safety. Accidents can happen, even to the most cautious rider, so it's essential to be well-prepared. At BikeSolve, we provide helmets with every rental, but you should also consider wearing the following gear:

Helmet: Always wear a high-quality helmet that fits well. Helmets are the most critical piece of safety gear. Jacket and Gloves: A padded jacket and gloves can protect you from abrasions in case of a fall. Boots: Wear sturdy boots that cover your ankles for added protection. Pants: Jeans or specialized riding pants are a good option to protect your legs.

4. Familiarize Yourself with Local Traffic Laws Every region has its own set of traffic laws, and it’s essential to familiarize yourself with them before hitting the road. Ignorance of the law can lead to fines or, worse, accidents. Make sure you know the speed limits, helmet laws, and whether lane-splitting is allowed.

At BikeSolve, we provide our customers with a quick briefing on the local traffic laws of the area. Always ensure you're riding legally and safely within the regulations.

5. Plan Your Route and Stay Alert Before embarking on your journey, it's a good idea to plan your route in advance. Knowing where you're going will help you stay focused on the road, rather than being distracted by maps or GPS. Choose roads that you feel comfortable riding on, and avoid areas with heavy traffic if possible.

While riding, remain alert at all times. Keep an eye out for pedestrians, other vehicles, and potential hazards like potholes or debris. At BikeSolve, we recommend avoiding night rides unless you're familiar with the roads.

6. Ride Defensively When renting a motorbike, you must ride with caution and assume that other drivers may not see you. Motorcycles are smaller than cars and can easily get lost in a driver’s blind spot. Always keep a safe distance from other vehicles and avoid riding in blind spots.

Additionally, be mindful of sudden stops, lane changes, and other unpredictable moves from drivers around you. At BikeSolve, we encourage all riders to practice defensive driving to reduce the risk of accidents.

FAQs 1. Do I need a special license to rent a motorbike from BikeSolve? A: Yes, at BikeSolve, we require all riders to have a valid motorcycle license. This ensures that you have the necessary skills and experience to handle the bike safely.

2. What safety equipment is provided with the rental? A: We provide a high-quality helmet with every rental. However, we recommend that you bring your own protective gear, such as gloves, jackets, and boots, for additional safety.

3. What should I do in case of an emergency or accident? A: If you are involved in an accident, prioritize your safety and call for emergency services if necessary. Notify BikeSolve as soon as possible so we can assist you with the next steps.

4. What are the age requirements for renting a motorbike from BikeSolve? A: You must be at least 18 years old to rent a motorbike from BikeSolve, and possess a valid motorcycle license.

5. Can I rent a motorbike if I’m a beginner? A: Yes! At BikeSolve, we offer beginner-friendly motorbikes and can provide you with tips and guidance for a safe and enjoyable experience.

Conclusion Motorbike rental can be an exciting way to explore new places, but it’s important to prioritize safety before you ride. By following the tips outlined above—choosing the right bike, inspecting it thoroughly, wearing the appropriate gear, knowing local laws, and riding defensively—you can ensure a safer and more enjoyable trip.

At BikeSolve, your safety is our top priority. We’re here to provide you with the best rental experience, backed by well-maintained bikes, safety equipment, and expert guidance. So, whether you're an experienced rider or a beginner, you can enjoy the ride with peace of mind.

[dtaylor67]

De Graaff Trailers: High-Quality Trailers for Any Need (UK)

De Graaff Trailers, a trusted name in the UK since 1978, offers a wide range of trailers to meet your transportation needs. Whether you're a leisure enthusiast or a professional hauler, they have the perfect solution:

Motorbike Trailers For Sale: Transport your motorbike safely and securely with a dedicated trailer.

Double Jet Ski Trailers: Explore the water with ease – De Graaff offers trailers that comfortably hold two jet skis.

Sbs Trailers & Extreme Trailers: Conquer any terrain with their robust trailers designed for side-by-side vehicles and extreme adventures.

Car Trailers & Bike Trailers: Tow your car or bike with confidence using their reliable car and bike trailers.

Car Trailer Parts & Indespension Trailers: Find all the necessary parts and accessories for your car trailer, including those from the renowned Indespension brand.

De Graaff Trailers are renowned for their build quality, safety features, and full EU type approval. Explore their website or visit their showroom to discover the perfect trailer for your next adventure.

[peteselectric]

Engwe Parts Online at Pete's Electric Scooter & Bike Sales - Quality Solutions

Upgrade your Engwe with Engine Pro parts from Pete's Electric Scooter & Bike Sales. Discover performance-enhancing components engineered for power and durability. Get the most out of your ride with our premium selection. Shop now!

[pedalsapp]

How To Buy Used Bike Parts Online with Pedals App

If you're in need of used bike parts, Pedals App is the perfect online platform for you. With Pedals App, the process of buying used bike parts is made easy and hassle-free. To begin, you simply search for the part you need and browse through a list of sellers offering the item you want. Once you've found the right seller, you can make a secure payment and have the part delivered straight to your door. With Pedals App, you also have the peace of mind of hassle-free returns. Overall, Pedals App is an excellent option for anyone looking to buy high-quality used bike parts online.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Bike

Magdalena Eriksson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your first riding lesson with Magda

After that day on the ice with Sam and the others, Magda decides that if anyone is going to teach you to ride a bike, it's going to be her.

The first thing she does is make sure the stabilisers are attached properly, sitting down in the middle of the park with a screwdriver to make sure they're secure.

Then, she tightens your elbow and knee pads.

Next, she makes sure your helmet fits you properly.

Then and only then, are you allowed on your bike.

"I know how to ride, Morsa," You tell her as she shows you where the peddles are," Sam and Erin and Guro and Millie taught me."

Magda scoffs. "They didn't teach you. They took advantage of a hill. Riding a bike is all about power in your legs."

You rolls your eyes. "This is boring."

"I'm trying to teach you here!"

You move your handlebars, a disgruntled look on your face as Magda waffles on about random things that you don't really care about.

It's quite early in the morning, on a random day off where you'd rather crawl into the Big Bed and have cuddles with Momma. You think Momma must miss your cuddles because she was still asleep when Morsa got you up and out of the house.

It wasn't a long walk to the park but Morsa didn't say anything until you got there.

"Can I got yet?"

Magda sighs, breaking off mid sentence. "Yeah, alright. Let me give you a little push."

She holds the back of your bike, lightly pushing you so you can start pedalling.

You've got a lot of power in your little legs, despite having only been out on your bike once before and Magda still holds it, if only to give herself some peace of mind.

"Morsa! I'm doing it!"

"Yes, you are!"

Magda doesn't really want to let go but she can remember being a bit older than you, at her own local park in Sweden. Her father had taught her to ride.

It was an old bike, bought second-hand at a car boot sale. The chain was half broken and the pedals stuck a bit but Magda had loved that bike.

Her father had taught her, standing behind her and giving a little push. He held her bike for a bit before finally letting her go.

At the time, the lack of stabilisers hadn't bothered Magda. It had made her feel grown up but, now, as a parent herself, she can't imagine your bike not having stabilisers.

She also can't believe that her father had ever let her go.

Especially now as she rocks your body as you sob.

The first little crash had been expected, your front wheel getting caught on a bump in the road. Magda had managed to grab you by the back of the shirt before you went head over handlebars.

If anything, you thought that crash was a little funny, consumed by a round of giggles as Magda tried to calm her beating heart.

The second crash was bigger, where you'd gotten too much speed and you went through that same pit in the path and gone skittering across the path.

It was a mistake, in hindsight, to let you go out riding in your Sweden shorts because the impact of your slide has horrifically grazed your leg like some horrific version of road rash.

"Morsa, my leg!" You sob and Magda adjusts you.

There's no chance of you walking right now so Magda switches you onto her back, letting you link your hands together around her neck. Magda wheels your bike back home.

"It's okay," She says," It's alright. We're nearly home. We'll clean it off and get you some plasters."

"My bike's mean," You tell her," Don't let go next time, Morsa."

"You still want to practice?"

"Yes, Morsa," You say and Magda can imagine the eye roll going on behind her back," Because I have to learn at some point and Momma will get annoyed with having me on the back of hers forever."

Whenever you, Magda and Pernille go out for a bike ride, you get put into a little seat that's attached to the end of Pernille's. It's fun but what you really want is to be on your own bike next to them.

You sniffle though, a flare of pain going down your leg as Morsa moves.

Magda places you on the sofa as soon as you get home, grabbing the first aid kit so she can clean off your graze.

"We will wait though, right?" You ask, wincing as Magda wipes off all the dirt," Until I'm better?"

"Of course," Magda says," I think we should stay at home for a bit and we can remember where the brakes are."

You purse your lips. "I know where the brakes are, Morsa."

Magda smiles at you. "Do you? Because you really should learn to use them."

You stick your tongue out at her. "I'm telling Momma you're teasing me again!"

[xxanaduwrites]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ a residue series installment ˚ ୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

wearin’ that loved on look

✎ elementary-teacher!reader (miss.honey) x biker!benny 🏍️

summary: in which a drawn out engagement leaves honey takin’ matters into her own hands. benny may or may not break a rule or two, actin’ married sooner rather than later when seeing his honey wearin’ that loved on look ;)

warnings: 18 + only. alluded sexual content but nothing super crazy. quite more poetic actually. they are pretty much pining over each other. no actual smut here but i may write a part 2 if requested or interest ensues.

word count: 4.2k

main hive 🐝

💌 requests are open, send ‘em honey 💋

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You were taking one last look in the mirror when that familiar sound of a rumbling engine echoed out on the street near your front lawn. Your stomach couldn’t help but twist up in a tight knot, your reflection staring back at you, confirming there was no turning back now. Your man was here. He was right outside, and it’d be cruel to make him wait a minute longer. Would it? Or would it be just the right thing. Sixty seconds to settle yourself. Sixty seconds to render your composure and pique his interest simultaneously.

All good things come to those who wait after all.

So you took your time – well as much time as you would allow yourself. Stepping over a lone shoe missing its match and an overall or two, you made your way over to the window to let your man know you’d be out in just a minute. On a night like this, you knew he’d keep the engine running, Itching to get to the club. Itching to get you out of your parents’ hair. Not wanting to waste a single second he could be spending with just you. So, it was only fair when you rolled up the window and hollered his name over the not-so quiet street. The sound of his engine was noisy enough to mask out the hinges of the old window panes attached to your house.

Not wanting to give too much away, you ducked ever-so swiftly as Benny’s head turned in the direction of your sweet voice. Once his eyes landed on you, all he could see was your small head, a mound of honey dewdrop curls planted up on your head like your own personal hive. And then you were holding up a finger, silently telling him to hold on for just a minute, and he of course was complying – still with a sliver of hesitance though. It was unlike you to leave him waiting. Especially on a night like this. A night that didn’t require hitting the hay early for rising school hours. No – it was a Friday night. An oddly warm and buggy Friday night, relevant over the sudden silence of his engine succumbing to the buzzing cicadas.

Mounting off his bike, he settled into a casual lean against it instead. However, his cool demeanor did not match the tumbleweed of thoughts rolling inside his head.

Were your Ma and Pa holding you back? Would they come out to talk to him? Were they finally gonna rip off the bandage and take away the blessing of marrying you he’d been working so hard to maintain?

Pinching his nose between his thumb and forefinger, he let out a much needed breath before fishing for his pack of cigarettes in his pocket. The urge for a smoke was unbearable and warranted, so much so, that when he lit the thing up, took a look around, and really settled with his thoughts, his concerns didn’t feel as daunting as they once were. Upon inspection, your driveway was vacant, empty – confirming that one or both of your parents had to be out on the town or out of it completely. It wasn’t unusual for them to trek to another state for a festival where honey sales were of great interest, and on top of that, well – you didn’t look upset by any means. That had to be a plus there. Could it? He couldn’t recall your smile meeting your eyes through the warm honey light shining from your childhood bedroom against the deep dark night….

He was just about to take another drag when the hinges of your front door squeaked in protest, your silhouetted figure crisp against the hall lamp light. Right before you were about to close the front door completely, you peeked your head back inside, practically cursing yourself as you smacked on the front porch light.

Welp – there was truly no turning back now. Your one minute time stamp was long gone. The hair tie, that you’d already regretted taking out of your hair, was haphazardly tossed on your vanity, and the searing porch light was now burning you like a spot light. The show had begun, and boy were you giving your Benny a show.

He blinked. Once, twice, maybe three times? He wasn’t sure. Hell – how could he keep count when he was looking at you. You – his fiance, top snug in a new denim vest, decked out in patches galore, and bottom – god your bottom – in a matching mini skirt, your smooth honey tanned legs on full display. With your hair scooped down, tossed messily in a side parted wave and your form lacking its usual layers of clothes, his eyes rounded out, jaw slackened, and his pants – well they started to feel real tight around him.

Little did he know you were nervous. Real nervous to come towards him. To be out in such an outfit that was so unlike you. Sure you were known for your signature denim and fun patches, but not like this. Not out of your more appropriate school clothes that consisted of long skirts and dresses, and of course your usual overalls. And hey – there was no denying that you wore shorts every now and then on your days off. The Chicago heat was no joke on those dense warm summer days. Yet there was nothing sunny about tonight, no – not in this darkness where you felt in competition with the moon.

As you walked towards Benny, you couldn’t help but pull your skirt down ever-so slightly, the barely there length making you rather uncomfortable and out of sorts. You could only hope you weren’t mooning your house, let alone your neighbors. The last thing you needed were your parents finding out you left the house with your ass out.

Funnily enough, your worry slipped your mind the moment your eyes landed on Benny. Eyes alight, he looked like a lost puppy, begging for a treat. So much so, that the cigarette dangling between his teeth lost purchase. His jaw so slack from shock, the cylinder tipped right out of his mouth and hit the pavement. You almost laughed. You really almost did, but you bit down on your lip before it could escape you.

You were relieved to say the least, and his reaction alone reminded you why you were doing this in the first place. It wasn’t because you were fishing for his attention. You always had it. Hell – you had him wrapped around your little finger, even if you were too humble and sometimes clueless to really think so.

But here, now – there was a difference. A difference because you were not only trying to reward him for being so good to you, but also because you wanted a little something more from him. Of course you just loved being his fiance, but waiting to get married was taking such a toll on you. You wanted to be his wife sooner rather than later, and it was no help at all that your parents were being sticklers in the matter. Practically ruining your plans of getting hitched anytime soon. It was all this and that of them wanting Benny to prove himself. To show himself worthy to your parents that he would be a good fit for their daughter. You thought it was all rather counter productive. Benny had shown himself worthy to you in many ways, and there was no denying that it perturbed you that your parents didn’t trust your judgment. You were a big girl, a fully grown adult, a whole school teacher, and yet they still treated you like you were a little one.

You didn’t want to be treated like that tonight. No – you wanted to be treated like a wife. His wife.

Benny was in the midst of reaching down for his fallen cigarette, too lovestruck and drunk off your presence to realize it was long gone and better off forgotten. Funnily enough, his peripheral vision was still trained on you, making you realize sooner than later that upon straightening back out, he’d have the perfect view under your skirt. The thought made you blush all over, warming up your insides.

Before his lean fingers could snag the thing, your wedged denim sandal found purchase on the discarded cylinder, the fire burning out as your foot stomped on it. “S’dirty.” You reasoned, those pretty sky blue eyes of his boring up at you in a way that kind-of reminded you of the little school children you worked with. There was an innocence there. One that was only reserved for you, hidden beneath a tough rounded out exterior apparent to everyone else. Yet, it wasn’t all innocent. No — not in the way his features twisted up in desire.

For a second you almost thought he was gonna take you right there and then, a nosedive right up your skirt that you wouldn’t deny. But no — instead you were left wanting, aching as he straightened himself back up, warm calloused fingertips brushing against the small remnants of exposed skin between your vest and skirt, hands materializing at your hips and pulling you in.

“Honey….” He drawled, a fun little whistle rather detached from his usual deep tuned voice spurring out of him. “Wha’ I do to deserve this?” He mused, planting kisses across your neck, erupting you in giggles. “Hm?” He pressed, squeezing your sides sweetly.

In your defense, who could blame you for being tongue tied when he was all over you? Pillowy lips snagging the delicate skin of your neck, soft and sweet. “Is tha’ even a question?” You giggled again as his teeth dragged against your collarbone.

“M’serious…” he murmured into your skin, stifling the growl that was bound to escape him. “S’there a special occasion I dunno ‘bout?” He tried again, but suddenly stiffened. Lips detached from your skin, as well as his warm breath. An indication that he was holding it in. “S’not our anniversary is it? I swore it wasn’t until — fuck, m’sorry Honey did I —“ his words caught in his throat, tangled in a web of self inflicted doubt, and you hated it. Hated seeing him like this, thinking he had done something wrong. Fucked up somehow. But you were quick — so quick in assessing the situation, your hands, fingernails decked out in your usual color of choice — ballet slippers — and Benny’s ring, still snug on your honorary finger since your engagement, circled around his face.

It took him a moment, but his scruffy cheeks relaxed against your palms in an instant when your eyes met his in alarm. “No, baby. Nah. Ain’t an anniversary or nothin’. Just wanted to show y’my love. That’s all.” His pinched brows smoothed out, and you smiled as you watched the worry flee his eyes. “Betty er —“ you began rather shyly, “she uh gave me one of her old vests, y’see?” You explained, dropping your hands from his face and onto the clothing in question. “Johnny’s got her a new one, so she said I could have hers. Deck it out. Do what I wanna with it. So….” You turned on your heel, spinning in a quick circle before sing-songing a, “ta-da!” like you’d do for your students when you had some sort of surprise or good news. Usually it’d be a lollipop for each after an exam. A congratulatory treat for completing such a task!

Your nerves were still running on a high, but you flashed Benny one of your grand smiles as you striked a little pose, jazz hands included.

When it hit you what you were doing, you mentally wanted to curse yourself out for putting on such a childish act. This was all about acting like a wife, not a child! You wanted him to want you just as much as you wanted him, but what kind of motives were this?

Thankfully, your mental battle didn’t last very long. It ended quite quickly the moment his mouth opened and drawled, “Hmm….C’mere. Lemme take a closer look at ya.”

You obliged without question. Without resistance. Without any sort of hesitation. His voice always tickled you to the bone, but this — this! This was something else entirely. Something that sent honey down below in deep measure. So you stepped forward, becoming caged by his observation in an instant. His hands materialized on your hips against the rough denim of your skirt all over again. It was like he was scared you’d walk away before he’d get to really look at the art in front of him, and god were you just a whole masterpiece.

You stayed silent, giving him the space to do as such, but you couldn’t help but watch him as he drank you in from head to toe. His eyes wandered over every patch, and it made your cheeks burn when he spent extra time on the ones that really resembled you. There were the cute little bedazzled bees and a jar of honey of course, but also an apple as a little ode to your teacher status. You stitched some extra flowers you had leftover from when you were sewing patches onto your denim overall dress from school. The one you met Benny in the very first day you saw him.

“Baby….” he hummed in complete approval. “Ya real talented, y’know that? S’good. Too —“ But then his words cut out in the midst of complimenting you, and you knew he finally saw it. The patch that was just the beginning to what the back claimed, but held so much more commitment. More devotion even. In the front, on the left upper side of the vest right over your heart was a patch, shaped in such a way — a heart to be exact — with the words Benny’s Baby stitched right into it. “Wha — What’s this?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach then, worry shooting through your veins as you scrambled to complete your next sentence. “S’just a — a lil’ something. I know you were uh — real hell bent about the ring thing. Getting me a proper one or whatever so…” you trail off, nudging your purse from your shoulder so you could open up it and reveal the contents of your explanation. Benny just stared, watched you like some fascinated kid about to be gifted a candy cigarette for the first time as you took out the matching patch you made for him. One that was more daring, more forward, and far more a symbol of ownership than anything you had on yours, as far as you were concerned. “I uh — I made you one too,” you tumbled out, hands shaking as you held it out for him to see. A similar heart. Rather exact to yours. The catch? It said Honey’s Hubby in your pretty neat stitched cursive. “And look, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t wanna. I know it’s kind of silly and all, but I just thought it could be our thang, y’know? Our promise to each other but again if that’s —“

“Honey, Honey….Honey,” he rumbled out soft, smooth, and sultry, all the same, bringing your rambling to a hault. “Are ya kiddin’ me? Y’think I wouldn’t wear this?” He asked, his thumb rubbing across the indentations the stitching made over and over again. If he could mold his finger print into the embroidery, write those same words repeatedly, eternally to show his devotion, he would.

“Well I, I mean —“ you dropped your hands dramatically at your sides. “The guys….”

“What about ‘em?” Benny pressed, pocketing your creation protectively over his heart before taking a step closer to you. “I don’t care wha’ they think. Don’t care what anybody thinks besides you,” his hand circled your side once more, this time pulling you in so you were chest to chest. “Look, soon when the times right,” he let out a frustrated sigh, clearly targeted towards your parents who weren’t even in the vicinity, ”on paper, in writing, y’gonna be my wife. But right here, right now, fucking on this patch, y’already mine, kay?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, your hands taking purchase on Benny’s vest, fingers trailing down the patches, down until you reached his belt, down down down until his breath caught his throat.

“Honey…” he warned, eyes drooping with heaviness. Heaviness in your desire and his own. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you. Hell — he always fucking wanted you. Only you. But he had made a promise to himself.

To you. For you.

He promised to wait. Wait to have all of you.

He knew he wasn’t a good guy. Knew he’d never be the good guy, but he wanted to be better for you. Do better for you. So, he decided early on — the moment he knew he wanted you to be his wife, that he’d at least do one thing right.

Sure you’d fool around. There wasn’t any way either of you could resist it. Not when Benny’s muscular arms appeared full display when a shirt simply couldn’t be an option on one of those super sweltering days. It’d be a sin not to have your hands all over him, feeling the warmth of his toned sun-kissed skin under your palms. And you — oh you, in one of your pretty little dresses, a rare sight to see on a weekday. Benny’d be kicking himself for weeks on end if he didn’t seize the opportunity, didn’t get to have his skilled calloused fingers up and under your skirt.

“Wha?” You asked innocently with batting lashes.

He didn’t move away from your touch, but stilled yours, his large hand encircling both your smaller ones hugging onto his belt loop. “Y’know we can’t….” He murmured, vibrated even. His words didn’t match what he wanted. You could tell in the way his bottom lip turned crimson as he bit down through all his restraint, and his eyes burned darker in the pale moonlight. And of course you could tell by the obvious bulge that was forming rather apparently in his jeans.

“Not right nowwww…” you trailed, pulling on the reins of his belt loop so you could be closer. “Lata, after the club. My parents ain’t home for the rest of the weekend. Won’t be home until Monday. So…Y’know what that meansss?”

“So that’s why y’dolled up like this?” He huffed, a big toothed smile in pure disbelief stretching across his gorgeous features. A rare sight to see. So rare that you almost thought you imagined his eyes crinkling at the edges in pure amusement. “To get me inta y’bed?”

Embarrassment dusted your cheeks in red heat. So hot, it left you shy in the wake of your motives. “S’not just —“ you stammered, trying to find the right words to say what you truly felt.

But you were frustrated. So frustrated. And Benny well — he was sure to fix that. Sure to get that stubborn crease out between your brows that waa forming in pure stress. “If that wha’ y’wanted, baby. Y’coulda just asked.” He mused, lips pressing against the curve of your neck, right near a sensitive spot he knew worked you up. “As much as I love all this,” he whispered, the warmth of his breathe sending a shiver down your spine as his hands traveled down your silhouette, “Y’could be wearin’ a potato sack, and I’d still find ya sexy.”

You understood what he meant, and you appreciated it. You really did. But that wasn’t the point. The point was much more emotional, more intense, more meaningful, and you weren’t gonna let it slip way. “S’not just about gettin’ ya in my bed,” you started, your lips parting and almost making you lose your train of thought as his lips edged the side of your ear. Your hands moved up the plains of his chest and you pushed him back ever-so slightly.

His lips detached from your skin in an instant and those pretty blue eyes of his locked with yours in complete attentiveness. “Then wha’ is it, Honey?”

“I know y’say I’m already yours, and I believe ya I really do, but,” you sighed, “why doesn’t it feel that way?”

“Wha — wha d’ya mean?” He asked, fingers pressing into your sides in a way that made you know he was the one gettin’ frustrated now. Frustrated that he could lose you. That you could just slip between his fingertips.

Reassuring him, you slipped your hands upward, looping them behind and around his neck lovingly. “I mean…I’m tired, baby. Tired of waitin’ to be your wife. And I’m sick of my Ma and Pa thinkin’ they can control us. Control what we want. Control our lives. Why let ‘em? When have you — Mister doesn’t let anybody tell ‘em what to do— follow the rules?”

You had a point. Benny knew that. It was rather out of character for him to be a goody-to-shoes, if you will, but this — this was different. This was him showing his honor. His dedication to you. Similarly to how he would to the club. Deep down you knew that too.

“I am too,” Benny admitted, his fingers relaxing against you, his admission draining the tension from his body. “As much as I’d like ta marry ya right ‘bout now, the courthouses ain’t open, and I know it’d break Betty’s lil’ heart if we went off and got hitched with all the plannin’ she’s up to.”

“Oh no — i know. I know we can’t do that right now crazy,” you laughed lightly before getting serious, “And y’know I’d neva’ do that to her. Neva eva.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, eyes never leaving you.

“I just wanna be close to you. That’s all. Never feel — never feel close enough, y’know?” Now you were the one with an admission.

Benny’s features softened in an instant, shoulders slumping against your arms. You could feel his resolve slipping in the seconds that slipped by your words. He went silent for a minute. Just a minute. Sixty seconds that had the gears turning in his head. But sixty seconds that would change everything once they were through. He knew you were right about the rules. He wasn’t one to follow them anyways, and besides in the long run would it really hurt to break just this one a bit? A bit for you who was wanting to do just the same.

You who was begging to be his wife.

If it was so wrong then why did it feel so right?

“Y’wanna be closer to me? Wanna feel what it’s really like to be married, baby?” He said suddenly, taking you off guard.

He pulled you in closer, and your heart leaped in your chest. “Yes,” you said as confidently as you could.

“Then when the club’s through, I’ll stay the night and you’ll have me, ‘kay?” The words you were longing to hear had come into frusion.

Your disbelief and pure surprise made you eager to confirm they were real. “Oh Benny! Are y’sure?” You asked, practically jumping up and down.

“M’sure,” Benny laughed lightly, his heart warming at the sight of you in genuine happiness. “As y’said, when have I ever followed the rules?”

“Hm…Tha’ my Benny…” you murmured before his lips captured yours in a searing passionate kiss.

You were so wrapped in one another, not realizing how long you were standing there, that it took one of the neighbor’s lights turning on through their window in your peripheral vision for you to pull apart.

“We should go,” Benny said breathlessly. His lips were swollen and puffy with a thin sheen of your lip gloss now coating ‘em. You had to stifle a laugh when you reached up and wiped the excess off with your thumb.

You nodded in agreement, turning with him to mount the bike, but at the last second you stopped in your tracks. “Wait Benny! I forgot to show you the back.” You exasperated, stepping back.

“Hm?” He hummed in confusion, not leaving his spot on the bike, mounted and ready to go as he looked at you.

“The vest!” You explained, spinning on your heel and revealing the back. In the center, around the usual Outlaws Chicago emblem, instead of a skull in the center, you replaced it with a patch that said, Property of Benny.

You stood there for a minute. Sixty seconds in your pose, and just when you were about to open your mouth and ask if he liked it, did you suddenly feel those all too familiar arms circle around you and hold you up in the air. “Benny!” You squealed when your feet were no longer against the pavement dangling in the air.

“That’s it,” he groaned, before swooping up your feet bridal style and walking across the grass.

“Benny! What’re ya doing?” Your eyes widened in surprise as you watched him walk you in the opposite direction of the bike. To your front door. “Wha’ about the club?” You probbed again frantically.

“Club can wait.” He said simply. “Actin’ married can’t.”

That was all it took — well that and his lips molding against yours, silencing every thought you ever had once the door closed behind you two and you ended up doing just what you intended.

Actin’ married.

Because even if it wasn’t legal yet, you were bound together spiritually by your feelings and actions alone.

You became his, and he became yours on a randomly warm night under the pale moonlight.

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[simsyworld]

Reclaimed Roots, A Legacy Challenge.

One fateful day, as you flip the pages in the local newspaper, your eyes fall upon an advertisement for an affordable farm on the outskirts of town. This farm had fallen into disrepair, abandoned and forgotten by its previous owners, who had inherited the farm but chose to not take care of it. Despite its rundown state, a flicker of hope ignited within your heart. Your dream of owning a small farm to raise your future family may become a reality! 

You call the owner’s of the property and they start asking for more money. This went from being an affordable farm to a pricey one! You decide to take a leap of faith and go for it. Packing your belongings immediately and setting out for the neglected farms of your dream. When you arrive, you see just how neglected the farm truly is. You find a weathered farmhouse, its paint peeling and windows cracked, surrounded by overgrown fields and rotten fences. But you see beauty hidden underneath it all. 

You see a vision of what this farm could be. A fresh coat of paint, rescued animals, beautiful old oak trees flourishing, children riding their bikes and fishing in the pound. This is where you want your new life you begin.

Required Packs: For Gameplay: Cottage Living, Cats and Dogs, and a pack that allows yard sales. House is made with a bunch of packs but is mostly just all clutter! Main items are from the gameplay packs.

Rules: Aspiration must be country caretaker Start with $500 Place @simsyworld’s lot from the gallery called "Abandoned Farm" hashtag #reclaimedroots or #reclaimedrootslegacy Each generation must live on the family farm. This may call for an extension of the house, a second floor, or a basement. If your sim has more than one kid, they can move out. But the sim you decide to cary on the legacy must live on the farm. Your house has no wifi, so no computers or gaming consoles. A TV can be bought after you fix up the house.  Your sim cannot have a job. Make money by yard sales or odd jobs. Your sim’s teenager sim’s can have a part-time job but they must still help out on the farm Wake up by 6:30am every day to take care of the animals (can take a nap after animals have been cared for) Cannot use “the hand of god” (selling in inventory) UNLESS there is more than 20 in a stack of crops. All other items must be sold during a yard sale. Have a yard sale at least once a week, every Sunday. If it is raining you can skip the yard sale. Sell anything you collect, baked goods, rocks, ect.

Generation One

Name the farm after your last name

Clean the house, buy a new mailbox, pick the weeds, and apply a fresh coat of paint to the house.

Find a stray cat to be your farm cat. This cat likes to live outdoors, so place a bed and food outside. If you get a full relationship with the cat, it can live indoors.

Buy 6 chickens and name each one. 

Build a relationship with each animal before getting a new one

Enter a Finchwick Fair competition 

Befriend the animals and complete the country caretaker Aspiration

Reach level 10 for Farming, Fishing, Cooking

Fall in love with a local farmer

Get married and have a ceremony on the farm

Have 1-2 children

When your first child is born, rescue a puppy that will become best friends with your child

When each sim ages up to a child, you must buy them a bike as a birthday present so your sim’s child can go on adventures.

Teach your children how to fish, cook, and garden

Generation Two

You grow up loving the farm and craving the taste of fresh produce. You watched your parents sell produce and baked goods every Sunday morning and thought it would be a great idea to go bigger! You decide to work towards your goal of making your name in town a staple by opening a store named after your family! 

Have the Freelance Botanist Aspiration 

Paint the house a new color since after all these years it needs a fresh coat.

Buy your family their first computer now that you have wifi

Reach level 10 for Cooking, Baking, Charisma 

Find a stray dog to adopt into the family

Enter a Finchwick Fair competition

Fall in love, get married, and divorced. This relationship didn’t work out.

Own a bakery, store, or restaurant that focuses on the idea of selling food or produce that is fresh. You do not have to have yard sales after you build a store. 

Become good friends with at least 20 sims outside of your household. 

A local baby/child was dropped off at the fire station. You decide to adopt this sim to live on the family farm! 

Build max relationship with your sim’s child. 

Teach your sim’s child how to garden, cook, and fish.

Fall in love and get married

Have family dinner all together on Friday nights including your sim’s siblings who moved out

Generation Three

You were adopted into the most loving family. You fell more into the creative side of life. Always drawing, painting, doing arts and crafts. When you got older you fell in love with the relaxation of making floral arrangements. 

Have the Painter Extraordinaire Aspiration

Reach level 10 for Floral Arrangements, Painting, Gardening

Make 3 masterpiece paintings

Befriend all the animals on the farm with max relationship

Inherit the family business and turn it into a floral arraignment store. You can also sell your paintings here.

Have 5 maxed relationship friends who you always hang out with

Enter a Finchwick Fair competition

Fall in love with 1 of the 5 friends. 

Have family dinner’s on Friday nights and friend dinner’s on Monday night

Find a stray cat to adopt. This cat is obsessed with you and follows you to work at the floral arrangement store.

Marry your best friend and have a ceremony. Invite all of your friends and family

Have as many children as you feel is right.

Do homework with your sim’s children every night 

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[desiree-uk]

Just a little appreciation post on Draylson's Second Hand Goods Register! It's such a simple concept but I really like it and I can see the potential for gameplay. I think it's a good alternative to dumpster diving for stuff or consigning your sim's creations and unwanted items.🙂

Once I realised it does actually work for me (I thought it didn't because it freezes a bit when I try to add it from Buy Mode due to me having A LOT of cc 🤭) I can try and see how I can utilise it in my game.

Actually @MrDjGri on MTS summed it up perfectly by saying '...This is what consignment register is supposed to be!..' and that is a good description!

The register works pretty much like the consignment register in that the 'shop' and 'sell' tabs show up so you can buy and sell stuff at the same time. You can sell whatever is in your personal and family inventory. The above screenshot shows 2 armchairs, a floor lamp, a picture, a bike rack, even the sim's car! She won't be selling that. 🤭 I know NRaas Consigner allows some items in the family inventory to be sold but it's nice to have a choice between the two. For immediate sales, I'll use this register. Also, this register doesn't have any restrictions at all, of things that can be sold compared to Consigner, so anything that can be added to personal/family inventory can be sold, even things that were added to the family inventory via Debug Enabler that probably shouldn't be there! Be careful of that option though lol.

The buying of items is perhaps my favourite part :D I like the element of surprise in that the 20-odd items listed available to buy from changes every so often (I think it changes every day and each time you restart the game), and they randomize ALL content you have installed from expansion packs, stuff packs, store content and custom content! So your sim can kit out their new/empty house with some nice affordable, mismatched furniture and decor if they want to. Or buy another sim a present from a wide selection of goods! But make sure you buy what you want today because it will be gone tomorrow! 🤑 All brought items will be in the sim's personal or family inventory.

It's fun sending my sim to the shop everyday to see what is for sell, and they can come away with a surprise bargain. Also, it's a good reminder what content you actually have installed, if like me you have a lot and have forgotten most of them. 😄

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[luneariaa]

ᯓ★٠ ࣪⭑ UNSPOKEN. ✧ KENJI S. { 𝐈𝐈𝐈 }.

✰ — PART 3 ; you and kenji are having some time outside together, hand-holding bc yes, more personal moments, reader wearing a dress but not too much into detail for plot reasons.

✰ — did this while having cramps hshshdf sryy it took so long- :")

✩₊˚. PART 1 — PART 2 — PART 4.

. dividers by @/strangergraphics ⛓️ !!

DRESSED in a quite lovely dress that just reaches below your knees for a bit— Kenji picked it out for you, of course— he decided to take you out for a 'walk' since it's his day off too, much to his luck.

He had it specifically designed for you alone, even for the chosen colors and patterns that he knew you would love, and the high-quality material is never to be mistaken, since he only wants the best for you; unafraid to waste his money on you.

The gentle breeze has blown your hair ever so slightly, walking hand in hand throughout the usually busy and lively city— the dress you're currently wearing flows so naturally to the wind, which is a sight to behold if one pays close attention enough.

While you presumably have gotten distracted while passing by the various types of stores with eyes full of interest, he couldn't help but to steal a few glances every once in a while.

That's the exact moment, he knew that he was falling in love with you all over again. You looked so vibrant, and content within his presence, and it's all enough for him. He couldn't ask for more.

It doesn't take long for him to notice that you've halted in your tracks all of a sudden, much to his confusion, but it recedes away once he realizes that your eyes have landed upon a jewelry store. They apparently got a quite exquisite necklace on an open display for sale, which clearly stands out from the rest, being pristine in appearance, and swiftly grabbing your attention.

But you somehow knew that the price alone is gonna hurt your wallet.

"Has something caught your attention, hm?" Kenji leans his head forward slightly just next to yours, eyes following your line of sight while you shake your head.

"No, no! Just got distracted, that is.." You sheepishly commented, before pulling his arm along as you begin to shift your gaze ahead once more. "Let's go."

A short, yet unmistakably velvety chuckle left his lips as one of his hands grasped your own fittingly back in return— letting his mind wonder that perhaps, you've taken an unspoken interest towards the specific necklace from before.

Maybe he'll get it for you sometime soon without you knowing it. The mere idea itself is already too thrilling for him, silently imagining your reaction once you realize that he, in fact, noticed your specific line of stare, and actually bought you the exact necklace.

AS THE MINUTES passed by, the walk between the both of you has been enjoyable so far. Kenji could've easily brought his bike along— which he did, but intentionally parked it quite far so that he could enjoy your mere presence alone for more. He would rather do this, so he could just keep his gaze upon you whenever you're not looking or so. You relished your personal time with him too, not minding the fact that the two of you didn't really have any specific places in mind.

But he wondered if you even notice that it's getting quite harder for him. Knowing full well that you're beside him right at this point, he could've just pushed you against the wall and kissed you senselessly without a care— but that might ruin the moment.

So instead, he gradually leads you to somewhere within the park, which the atmosphere is quite pleasant due to the current hour. The visible, warm orange glow was being casted down upon your features; hitting in some angles so fittingly perfect, much to his contentment since he's the only one who could witness this sight of you— albeit only daring to speak to himself about it mentally.

"Where are you taking me?" You couldn't resist from giggling as he, almost too enthusiastically, guide you along with him as if he had a specific place in mind, which he really does.

"You'll find out soon."

"I'm sure you'll love it, trust me." There's even a hint of a smile within his warm tone, and no traces of qualm are present as the words are being spoken.

The two of you eventually took a stop at this one rather secluded spot from the rest— people rarely went to this exact area, which is a damn shame since it offers an absolutely breathtaking view of the vast, clear blue lake, and one of the large bridges situated directly across from it; the sun can be seen starting to set just somewhere around the enormous gaps of the bridge.

You were speechless for a while there; the view is simply too stunning. Noting your expression, Kenji smiles fondly and tugs on your hand gently— pulling you closer to his side.

He knows you too well, you fear.

"Ken, this place, I.."

"It's so beautiful." Those words are the only ones that managed to be elicited out from your lips, understandably so. You would've asked him about how he found the spot, but you didn't.

"I know." Ever so tender with his actions, he lifts one of your hands up to his lips, before brushing it onto your knuckles lovingly— then planting small, gentle kisses into the palm of your hand after, while the smile never leaves his face.

"I knew you would love this place. I keep forgetting to take you here when I found out about this exact spot too."

But why is it so damn hard to tell you those three simple words, especially in a moment like this?

"Ken, thank you so much.."

You gently press your palm against his chest— at where his heart is, presently beating a bit more rapidly than before because of your mere presence and simple actions.

"Today's one of the best days of my life." The spoken statement alone drips with pure honesty, which made him grin so adoringly upon your words even more, knowing that at this moment, he truly won in life.

Not saying anything just yet, Kenji simply encircles his arms around your form, hugging you so closely— allowing his hand to caress the back of your hair tenderly; all while inhaling your scent deeply, as if wanting to memorize every single detail of it.

"I'm glad," he begins to speak in a breathy tone against your hair. "I'm so, so glad. Knowing that you're happy makes everything worth it."

You giggled cordially, nuzzling into his chest as the feeling of giddiness starting to build up within you even further. It's too much to take in— yet it's never enough.

Both of you needed more.

He places a delicate kiss on the crown of your head, letting his fingers carding through your strands of hair. The feeling is too addicting, and it seems he couldn't stop just yet. It's so frustratingly good; the sensation itself is quite overwhelming in so many ways.

It doesn't take long for him to gently push you away backwards after, taking his sweet time to gaze into your eyes while resting his forehead against your own, to which you returned the gesture without any signs of reluctance. Maybe this will be it. It's driving you both crazy, and he knew it damn well.

"Is this.." You breathed out, trying to remain composed underneath his fixed gaze. "Is this the part where we..?"

"Maybe. If that's what you want, then.." Kenji murmured almost instantly, voice lowering in an octave fairly on its' own— caressing your cheeks, then tracing his fingers down your jawline while his eyes never left yours, gradually leaning closer as if wanting to test the waters.

"Do you want this, sweetheart..?"

"What if I said I do..?"

Oh, it's driving him internally wild. Your eyes are half-lidded, ready to receive his next actions without any needed protests.

That's when the bond between the two of you as friends falls away, altering into something more memorable; none shying away from the other and simply accepting the way it is with such ease.

The visible line between the both of you shattered without any restraint by now, permitting everything to happen just following by the natural existing flow, unafraid of anything anymore— nothing to be hidden as everything has become more evident.

When seconds have passed and desperately needed air, he reluctantly broke the kiss first; eyes fluttering open to stare at you once more. God, he allows the sight of you alone to be engraved within his mind at this moment— all flustered and panting slightly, recollecting yourself from the previous session.

Kenji got an irresistible urge to kiss you again, but he knew that you both needed to finally go and grab dinner first since the sky has darkened itself without realizing it before.

"We should— we should go. Y'know, grab some dinner. You must be starving."

You stifled your own laughter at his seemingly flustered expression, nodding along his words in agreement. It's just adorable, knowing that THE Kenji Sato himself is feeling and genuinely acting this way because of you.

"Well, I suppose I couldn't refuse that."

Kenji would like to relish within the idea that everything continues further on just like this, right here. Nothing else, nothing major will happen.

Maybe he should've gotten you the necklace that you were eyeing earlier, and help you with putting it around your neck himself. You'd look so gorgeous, he knows it. Kenji knows it.

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