BUCKY BARNES ♡ IMAGINES

amen [smut]

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[going to hell for this]

"why do you wear that necklace?" bucky's asks while i pour some cereal into the ceramic bowl that tony provided.

he's currently leaning against the counter beside me and without turning to face him, i carry on the conversation.

"you mean my cross?"

"yes, that one." i turn to him.

"its represents and memorializes the death of christ."

just as i go to sit down with my cereal, he steps in my path and grabs my necklace in his flesh hand. my eyebrow raises itself as i look up at him with curiosity.

"its cute..." he whispers with his face uncomfortably close to mine, fiddling with the cross.

"yeah..." i furrow my eyebrows and back my head away, my double chin most likely very evident. "aren't you supposed to be with steve?"

he drops the cross and moves out of my way, slidding his metal hand across the counter, creating a smooth, sharp tone.

"supposed to be... but the mission called for undercover personel and they came to the conclusion that i was too... noticeable."

we both take a seat at the kitchen counter, using bar stools to set ourselves on.

"so you're stuck here with me?" i chuckle while adjusting myself on the stool.

"that's not a bad thing, doll." he vocalizes rather suggestively.

as i slowly pull the spoon out of my mouth, i make a 'hmm' sound in response, slowly chewing my cereal while pondering on his behavior.

"can i ask you a question?"

without turning my head, i glance at him before looking foward, then back down at my bowl. "you may."

"do you consider god like... your... your master?"

a small smirk appears on my face, but not visible enough for him to spot.

"why am i getting the impression that you're trying to turn this into something sexual?" i ask, tilting my head to side while glarring at him.

he chuckles. "im just saying, you're always on your knees for god. y'know praying and stuff."

"your point is?..."

"i was just hoping that one day, you'll be on your knees for me."

laugher being my only response to cover up my nerves, i remove myself from the stool and walk over to the sink to discard my silverware. just as i go to leave the kitchen, the feeling of metal wrapping around my forearm stops me.

"barnes. let go of my arm."

"c'mon." with a swift motion my body gets pushed up against the kitchen counter with force. his metal arm holds me in place, not allowing me to move.

"no judgements, no rules, just us. give me one night with you and i'll have you believing that i am god." he seductively whispers near my ear, leaving behind intricate kisses cascading down my neck.