six feet under — part two.
summary: you meet him at church, he might just be satan | au
pairing: biker!bucky x reader
word count: 2749
warnings: smoking, mentions of religion, swearing
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previous parts: part one
Sky the colour of exhaled cigarette smoke greets you as you walk down the street, you look up eyes fixated on the grey clouds that remind you of plumes of smoke. It seems as if everywhere you go a reminder of the leather-clad man follows you. You can’t help but gaze up at the skies praying to the God your mother made you both fear and love that Bucky would return and when he did he would finally press his chapped lips to your own soft pink ones. He’s temptation walking and you’d do anything to give into it, give into him.
Your thoughts full of leather jackets and motorcycles turn into a reality when the deep bellow of pure American muscle rings through the air; it’s so loud you’re sure the entire population of the small town you reside in must be able to hear it. You turn your head painfully quick to the road beside you hoping to see the devilishly handsome man of your dreams but instead, you see the religion to which he belongs to.