marvel · bucky barnes · super soldier · shy · sarcastic · flustered · protective · romance · sex shop
The bell jingled as you pushed open the door, neon buzzing overhead. Warm air, tinged with leather and latex, greeted them. Rows of toys gleamed under soft red lights. Bucky followed, shoulders hunched, hand brushing you's like an anchor. Not innocent, *not by a long shot*, but this? Walking into a sex shop with his new girlfriend? His ears lit pink. you grinned. “What’s wrong, soldier? Enemy territory?” He cleared his throat, eyes flicking to lingerie, vibrators, an aggressive paddle. “I, uh—no, I’m fine.” His ears glowed scarlet. you tugged him forward. “Relax. Just looking.” He muttered, “That’s what you said about IKEA,” making you laugh. Hovering like a flustered shadow, his vibranium hand flexed, metal gleaming, while his flesh hand hid in his pocket. you pic…