MARVEL & DC IMAGINES

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summary: you meet him at church, he might just be satan | au

pairing: biker!bucky x reader

word count: 1820

warnings: smoking, mentions of religion

a/n: another series for you guys whilst i start writing my tony stark sugar daddy series and plus who doesn't love bad boy bucky!

The cigarette hangs between his lips like a chain as his bruised and tattooed calloused hands run over his face, exhaustion steadily creeping up on the man in front of you. His eyes shift to yours and he gives you a smirk before pulling the cigarette from his lips, "Can I help you with something, babygirl?" He asks his signature grin never once swaying, you swallow thickly your eyes daring to look at him and when you do you can't help the fire that ignites inside of you.

You stay quiet, your breath taken away because the man in front of you with the long jet-black hair and leather jacket that clung to him was mesmerising. You had never seen a man like him before in your life. "Cat got ya tongue?" He asks chuckling darkly when you don't reply.

You gulp not knowing what else to do, his voice is sweet as nectar and as addicting as honey. "You can't park here, it's where the priest parks." You say once you finally had regained your composure and realised what building you're standing outside of. The church looms in the background and reminds you of just how sinfully good looking the man in front of you is.

He laughs again, the sound deep and guttural before he smiles up at you his eyes raking over your body and landing on your exposed legs. He brings the cigarettes dangling between his fingertips up to the lips you find yourself shamelessly staring at before taking a drag. His actions make you shake your head.

"You can't do that either especially not outside a church, sir." You say as well-mannered as you could because the man in front of you made you want to wield tattoos and smoke as idly he did. He laughs again at your words, dropping his cigarette and smiling at the sight of the ashes on the ground. The man gets up off his motorcycle grinning at you.

"This is a free country and babygirl I can do whatever the hell I want." He says the devilish smirk on his face making you suck in a breath, he watches your reaction and smiles to himself.

"I doubt the priest would appreciate that sentiment." You reply after allowing yourself to breathe, smiling slightly at the mysterious man against the gleaming motorcycle.

He chuckles at you, smiling widely in a way you knew the devil must do. "Good thing I have found someone much prettier to impress." His drawl's as husky as it's intoxicating, his voice suddenly made you no longer want to go inside the church and listen to the Priest's dull voice. You wanted the man in front of you up on the altar calling you babygirl and telling you all how sinful but delicious lust and temptation can be.

You smile trying to hide the heat rising to your cheeks, your eyes locking on the ground not knowing if you can take any longer looking directly at the devil himself. What they had told you growing up and in church was right, the devil's temptation is hard to resist.

"I haven't seen you around here before." You say knowing you need to change the topic of conversation before you give into the man in front of you.

He smirks at you, a smirk you try your hardest to ignore and then replies, "Men like me don't tend to come to churches babygirl." He says it again – babygirl and your heart races, your heart rate erratic at the velvety smooth tone he adopts.

"Men like you?" You ask in confusion and then he's laughing again, the laugh you can't seem to escape because everything you say seems to be funny to the leather clad man.