#“well most women don't look like th-” bitch i don't give a single fuck about that

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

"Attractive cartoon women are gonna make girls feel bad about themselves" is honestly on the same vein as "Video games make people violent". I have yet to meet a single woman who felt like crap because a cartoon female was pretty just like how I have yet to see a dude who decides to become a murderer because he played COD or something.

[starryevermore]

Just read all of your biker Ari stuff 😍 kills me. Just a question though we’ve seen how Ari would react if reader was being hit on what would happen if the roles were reversed? How protective would reader be if Ari?

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let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series | ao3

pairing: biker!ari levinson x single mom!reader

word count: 659

warnings: woman comes on to ari, jealous!reader/protective!reader, pet name (sweetpea/pretty boy)

note: okay, so like the last part, this takes place after ari and sweetpea get together. however, this takes place early on in their relationship (whereas the last one was more when they'd been together a little while)!

You hated soccer moms for a lot of reasons. On your team, they were the most obnoxious, judgmental women who couldn't keep their noses out of everyone's business. Thank fucking God you had Jefferson and Ari with you, or else you would've blown a gasket. Or clawed Sherri's eyes out. Whichever came first. But, you reasoned, at least they knew better than to mess with your man. The Council of Moms, as judgmental as they were, also would never mess with a "filthy biker". As long as you had Ari with you, they'd leave the both of you alone.

The other team though...

On the one hand, you understood it. Ari was a fucking Adonis. All strong muscles, pretty blue eyes, an alluring gentleness to his roughness. Ari always spoke about how lucky he was to have you in his life, but you also knew that you were beyond lucky to be dating a man like Ari. He could have any woman he wanted, and he wanted you. You were all his, and he was all yours. But, sometimes, people don't respect other people's relationships and think they can step in between the two of you.

And that brings you to the other hand, where you're five steps away from throwing your cup of water at the woman who was inching closer and closer to your boyfriend. Ari was nothing like your ex, never would give another woman the time of day, but other women? They had the fucking audacity to look at a man who'd just kissed his girlfriend and, the second that girlfriend stepped away, tried to wedge their way in between the two of you.

"Who's that?" you hissed to Jefferson, watching as the woman reached out to feel Ari's muscles, Ari turning his body away and taking a step backwards.

Jefferson shrugged. "Dunno. Haven't seen her around before."

"Hm, maybe I could—"

"You better not be thinking about killing anyone," Jefferson said. "You and I both know that Ari's trying to find a way to escape."

"Well, then I better do my duty as a good girlfriend and help him out."

"Oh, you better not—"

You marched up to the two of them, wedging yourself between Ari and the woman, placing your hands on Ari's chest as you leaned up, connecting your lips with his. One of your hands wound up, gripping at his hair, tugging him down closer to you. You made a point to let out a moan just loud enough for the other woman to hear, before pulling away, batting your eyelashes up at Ari.

"Hey pretty boy, missed you," you pouted. "Got awfully lonely over there."

He chuckled, his hands resting on your hips. "Yeah? Is that it, sweetpea? Just missed me?"

"Mhm, that's right," you said. When the woman behind you huffed, you looked over your shoulder, pretending to be surprised to see her there. "Oh, Ari, you didn't introduce me to your friend!"

"Fuck you," the woman hissed.

"Nah, that's my job," Ari said, winking at you. "And you shouldn't use language like that here. There's kiddos runnin' around here."

"If that's the language you're gonna be usin', you should probably leave," you agreed. "I know I don't want to expose my son to that kind of behavior."

"You're a bitch," she said.

"Nah, I'm a sweetpea."

She huffed one final time before turning on her heel and stomping off. You looked back to Ari, leaning up to kiss him again, a smile curling across your face.

"Shit, sweetpea, love seein' you all worked up like that," he groaned.

"Be careful, pretty boy, there's kids runnin' around."

"Think we can convince Jefferson to take Liam for the after game ice cream? 'Cause I don't think I can wait til tonight to ruin you."

"Mm, might have to cough up some money to pay for both of the kiddo's ice cream, but I think we can get him to agree."