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firewhiskeyficTitle: the pumpkin patch mission
Author:fadedwings
I am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes!
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton - Marvel Comics
Challenge/Prompts used: “If anyone told me I’d be waiting in a pumpkin patch…”, Pumpkin Juice, Halloween Sex Toys
Summary: um…genetically altered pumpkins=sex pollen on Halloween on a mission.
Rating/Warnings: There is sexual content but i don’t know that it’s that explicit but i use certain adult words a lot and um this is sex pollen so i’m thinking marture to explicit depending on your milage. Probably best to go with explicit.
Word count: 1,765
Author's Notes (if any):
Clint dropped his gear and sat down on one of the wooden benches a couple feet away from the pumpkins. "If anyone had told me I'd be waiting in a pumpkin patch on Halloween night, I'd have said they were crazy."
"Really?" Barnes shot him an extremely judgey look. Gods, he was hot.
"Okay, maybe not me, I'm kinda into pumpkin patches and Halloween." He laughed. "You though, you're kind of a stick-in-the-mud, I bet you were thinking it."
There was more glaring and maybe even a little eye rolling but Clint really wasn't paying attention to any of that, he had other things on his mind for sure, if only Barnes would be a little less mission focused for a change. Of course, maybe he should actually learn what this weird Halloween pumpkin mission was first. Nat hadn't given him any details. "Hey, ya think we could go over the details of the mission? Nat just said something about evil pumpkins and you needing help."
"Seriously?"
Bucky wasn't happy about it but he got him up to speed with the mission. There was a rumor that someone had genetically modified these pumpkins in this patch somehow. Maybe it was HYDRA, or AIM, or some other evil assholes but apparently they'd been up to something bad with vegetables. He was pretty sure pumpkins were vegetables. He wasn't about to ask Bucky though.
Bucky started to do some weirdly scientific things to the pumpkins and Clint wondered what he was supposed to be doing. "Why am I here again?"
"That's what I keep asking myself," Bucky grumbled under his breath. Then he sighed (way more dramatically than was in any way necessary) and said, "You're supposed to be my backup. It was supposed to be Natalia but she cancelled and now I'm stuck with you."
"Harsh." But probably fair. Nat was far better at this sort of stealth mission than he was. Bucky went back to the scientific stuff and Clint watched his back. In the middle of a pumpkin patch with no one else around. Fuck he was bored. "What exactly have these pumpkins been modified to do?" He couldn't keep from asking.
Wow, good thing looks couldn't really kill because Bucky Barnes glared that glared all glares. Clint just shrugged because really, what else was he going to do? Besides try and keep from laughing at one of the deadliest killers this world had ever seen.
"That's what we're here to find out," Bucky finally said.
Cool. Cool. This wasn't boring. Not at all. "You doin' anything for Halloween?" Clint asked when he couldn't stand the silence any longer, which wasn't really long at all because attention span issues. He probably shouldn't have asked. Barnes was just gonna glare again and lo and behold that's exactly what he did. So much glaring. And then one of the pumpkins exploded. "What that supposed to happen?" Clint asked. And then he exploded with laughter because honestly, who wouldn't. I mean, someone who valued their lives, maybe? But not Clint. Clint laughed and laughed and laughed.
Bucky wiped pumpkin guts from his face. "Are you done?"
"No." More laughter. A little bit more. "Okay, I'm good."
"We need to get back to the motel." Bucky gritted his teeth.
"Dude, it's just pumpkin."
"It's not just pumpkin." And that's when Bucky finally told him about what they really knew already about those damn fucking pumpkins. Sex pumpkin juice. I am so sorry. Really. I don't even.
Okay, yeah, that's what Clint's thinking too - "The fuck?" He shook his head. "You're just telling me this now, why?"
He shrugged. The man shrugged. And even with pumpkin all over him he was so fucking hot. "Pack it up, we've got to go before it kicks in." And then he stripped out of his clothes.
"Um, hate to be a bearer of bad news and all that, but I think that ship. has sailed." He stared at the mans jutting cock. "Very very far away."
"Okay, wait. Is this why I'm here?"
"It was supposed to be Natalia." Bucky gripped his cock and started stroking.
"That's defentatly hurtful." Clint said as he started to undress. "I mean, yeah Nat's the best, but really, am I that bad?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Sure it wasn't." He folded his clothes neatly on the bench. Okay no, he did not do that, this is Clint Barton, he balled up. his clothes and, placed them on the bench, and squished them down in hopes they wouldn't fall to the leaf littered ground. "So, how is this supposed to go? Should you get cleaned up first? Did we bring any wet wipes?" Why did no one tell him about this part of the mission? "Wait is this a Halloween prank? Did Nat put you up to this?" She knew he had a thing for Bucky. Of course this seems a bit elaborate and potentially problematic for a prank. Right? And then more pumpkins started to explode and then all he could think about was sliding his mouth around Bucky Barnes' cock. Was it because of the pumpkin sex juice or was it because it was right there and he wanted to? Who knows? For a while it was a blur of sex and pumpkin juice. It kept going on and on and on because apparently super soldiers didn't have a refractory period. Holy fuck.
Clint opened his eyes. He must have fallen asleep because the sun was starting to show in the sky.
Bucky groaned beside him. "Fuck."
"Yeah, there was a lot of that going around. Think we can make it back to the motel before you have to have your way with me again?" The answer to that question if you were wondering is no. But they did make it back to the car first. That was probably good, being daylight and all. Eventually they do make it to the motel and they wash the pumpkin juice off their still naked bodies because apparently they drove to the motel naked. I don't know. It's a choice you could make I guess. Probably no one saw them going to their motel naked and definetly they didn't take pictures or videos of that. That didn't make it onto the internet or anything. They wash off the juice in the shower together. And it isn't working. Clint still wants Bucky. Okay, of course he wanted him before but it didn't feel so urgent before, did it? Maybe he just needs a nap but then Bucky's on his knees wrapping his mouth on his cock and the whole nap idea goes away. Very away. So away. At least they're clean this time. And the next time. And the time after that. Okay he's pretty fucking exhausted by this point and he passes out.
Clint wakes up to the smell of coffee. Fuck yes! He opened his eyes and discovered that not only had Bucky gone out and gotten coffee while he'd slept in, but he'd gotten a box of donuts too. He took his coffee and picked a chocolate frosted that had little halloween jimmies on top, to start with. Bucky grabbed a plain donut for some inexplecable reason. After they finished their little breakfast Clint thought maybe they'd talk about what happened or maybe the pumpkin sex juice in general but no, he instead brought out a small suitcase filled with sex toys. Um. The pumpkin stuff had worn off, right? Right? He was about to complain when something caught his eye. "Is that a tentacle dildo?"
Bucky nodded.
Clint shrugged. Why not? What was one more time? Or three?
"You good?" Clint slipped his shirt on. He had extra clothes at the motel. Luckily.
Bucky closed the box of sex toys and didn't say a fucking word. Okay then. Clint snapped his jeans closed. "I'm doing okay, you know, considering." Clint waved vaguely at the room. "Thanks for asking." He rolled his eyes and Bucky grabbed him and kissed him.
And it was soft and tender and said all the things he didn't say. Clint was about to do something, but then Bucky pulled away. "I'll meet you in the car."
Clint watched him walk out of the motel room door and wondered, had all that really happened? And shit, had he missed Halloween? He grabbed his stuff and headed to the car. "What day is it?" He asked Bucky.
"Check your phone."
He couldn't just tell him, could he? Clint sighed dramatically and checked his phone. It was November third. Well, fuck.
Bucky drove and Clint fiddled with the radio. After a bit he broke the silence. "So, this means we're going out, right?" Bucky gave him the sideeye and he laughed.
Bucky shook his head. "I hate you."
Clint smiled. Good things wwere badck to normal. Oh wait. Weren't they forgetting something. "Um about the whole pumpkin sex juice."
"The what?"
"Pumpkin sex juice." Oh gods, he siad it again.
"Don't call it that."
"Dude, you're no fun."
Bucky turned and raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Clint thought back to the suitcase filled with sex toys, most of them had some kind of Halloween theme. Huh. "Okay fine, you're some fun." He admitted. "But back to the juice, shouldn't we call someone so some SHIELD agents dressed in Hazmat suits can show up and do something about all that Pumpkin Sex Juice?"
Another long-suffering sigh from Bucky and a look of - something. "I already called it in."
Clint thought back and shook his head. "When?"
"Not all of us need to sleep." Bucky's grin was cocky a nd filled with prideful satisfaction. Not sure why since he's just talking about making a fucking phone call and not having to sleep due to the whole Infiity formula or whatever running through his veins not his sexual prowess but whatever.
"So, do all you're missions end up like this?" Clint wanted to know.
"Apparently, just the ones you're on."
They were almost back to the city but Clint didn't want to end things here without talking about what had happened. "Should we talk about, you know, all the sex?" He liked all the sex but it wasn't exactly that he planned any of this. Were there consent issues to explore? Was it that kind of story?
"No."
Apparently it was not that kind of story. Clint shrugged. "Maybe we can do this again sometime. You know, without all the Pumpkin Sex Juice."
All he got in response was a side-eye. But hey, it wasn't a no.
Author:
fadedwingsI am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes!
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton - Marvel Comics
Challenge/Prompts used: “If anyone told me I’d be waiting in a pumpkin patch…”, Pumpkin Juice, Halloween Sex Toys
Summary: um…genetically altered pumpkins=sex pollen on Halloween on a mission.
Rating/Warnings: There is sexual content but i don’t know that it’s that explicit but i use certain adult words a lot and um this is sex pollen so i’m thinking marture to explicit depending on your milage. Probably best to go with explicit.
Word count: 1,765
Author's Notes (if any):
Clint dropped his gear and sat down on one of the wooden benches a couple feet away from the pumpkins. "If anyone had told me I'd be waiting in a pumpkin patch on Halloween night, I'd have said they were crazy."
"Really?" Barnes shot him an extremely judgey look. Gods, he was hot.
"Okay, maybe not me, I'm kinda into pumpkin patches and Halloween." He laughed. "You though, you're kind of a stick-in-the-mud, I bet you were thinking it."
There was more glaring and maybe even a little eye rolling but Clint really wasn't paying attention to any of that, he had other things on his mind for sure, if only Barnes would be a little less mission focused for a change. Of course, maybe he should actually learn what this weird Halloween pumpkin mission was first. Nat hadn't given him any details. "Hey, ya think we could go over the details of the mission? Nat just said something about evil pumpkins and you needing help."
"Seriously?"
Bucky wasn't happy about it but he got him up to speed with the mission. There was a rumor that someone had genetically modified these pumpkins in this patch somehow. Maybe it was HYDRA, or AIM, or some other evil assholes but apparently they'd been up to something bad with vegetables. He was pretty sure pumpkins were vegetables. He wasn't about to ask Bucky though.
Bucky started to do some weirdly scientific things to the pumpkins and Clint wondered what he was supposed to be doing. "Why am I here again?"
"That's what I keep asking myself," Bucky grumbled under his breath. Then he sighed (way more dramatically than was in any way necessary) and said, "You're supposed to be my backup. It was supposed to be Natalia but she cancelled and now I'm stuck with you."
"Harsh." But probably fair. Nat was far better at this sort of stealth mission than he was. Bucky went back to the scientific stuff and Clint watched his back. In the middle of a pumpkin patch with no one else around. Fuck he was bored. "What exactly have these pumpkins been modified to do?" He couldn't keep from asking.
Wow, good thing looks couldn't really kill because Bucky Barnes glared that glared all glares. Clint just shrugged because really, what else was he going to do? Besides try and keep from laughing at one of the deadliest killers this world had ever seen.
"That's what we're here to find out," Bucky finally said.
Cool. Cool. This wasn't boring. Not at all. "You doin' anything for Halloween?" Clint asked when he couldn't stand the silence any longer, which wasn't really long at all because attention span issues. He probably shouldn't have asked. Barnes was just gonna glare again and lo and behold that's exactly what he did. So much glaring. And then one of the pumpkins exploded. "What that supposed to happen?" Clint asked. And then he exploded with laughter because honestly, who wouldn't. I mean, someone who valued their lives, maybe? But not Clint. Clint laughed and laughed and laughed.
Bucky wiped pumpkin guts from his face. "Are you done?"
"No." More laughter. A little bit more. "Okay, I'm good."
"We need to get back to the motel." Bucky gritted his teeth.
"Dude, it's just pumpkin."
"It's not just pumpkin." And that's when Bucky finally told him about what they really knew already about those damn fucking pumpkins. Sex pumpkin juice. I am so sorry. Really. I don't even.
Okay, yeah, that's what Clint's thinking too - "The fuck?" He shook his head. "You're just telling me this now, why?"
He shrugged. The man shrugged. And even with pumpkin all over him he was so fucking hot. "Pack it up, we've got to go before it kicks in." And then he stripped out of his clothes.
"Um, hate to be a bearer of bad news and all that, but I think that ship. has sailed." He stared at the mans jutting cock. "Very very far away."
"Okay, wait. Is this why I'm here?"
"It was supposed to be Natalia." Bucky gripped his cock and started stroking.
"That's defentatly hurtful." Clint said as he started to undress. "I mean, yeah Nat's the best, but really, am I that bad?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Sure it wasn't." He folded his clothes neatly on the bench. Okay no, he did not do that, this is Clint Barton, he balled up. his clothes and, placed them on the bench, and squished them down in hopes they wouldn't fall to the leaf littered ground. "So, how is this supposed to go? Should you get cleaned up first? Did we bring any wet wipes?" Why did no one tell him about this part of the mission? "Wait is this a Halloween prank? Did Nat put you up to this?" She knew he had a thing for Bucky. Of course this seems a bit elaborate and potentially problematic for a prank. Right? And then more pumpkins started to explode and then all he could think about was sliding his mouth around Bucky Barnes' cock. Was it because of the pumpkin sex juice or was it because it was right there and he wanted to? Who knows? For a while it was a blur of sex and pumpkin juice. It kept going on and on and on because apparently super soldiers didn't have a refractory period. Holy fuck.
Clint opened his eyes. He must have fallen asleep because the sun was starting to show in the sky.
Bucky groaned beside him. "Fuck."
"Yeah, there was a lot of that going around. Think we can make it back to the motel before you have to have your way with me again?" The answer to that question if you were wondering is no. But they did make it back to the car first. That was probably good, being daylight and all. Eventually they do make it to the motel and they wash the pumpkin juice off their still naked bodies because apparently they drove to the motel naked. I don't know. It's a choice you could make I guess. Probably no one saw them going to their motel naked and definetly they didn't take pictures or videos of that. That didn't make it onto the internet or anything. They wash off the juice in the shower together. And it isn't working. Clint still wants Bucky. Okay, of course he wanted him before but it didn't feel so urgent before, did it? Maybe he just needs a nap but then Bucky's on his knees wrapping his mouth on his cock and the whole nap idea goes away. Very away. So away. At least they're clean this time. And the next time. And the time after that. Okay he's pretty fucking exhausted by this point and he passes out.
Clint wakes up to the smell of coffee. Fuck yes! He opened his eyes and discovered that not only had Bucky gone out and gotten coffee while he'd slept in, but he'd gotten a box of donuts too. He took his coffee and picked a chocolate frosted that had little halloween jimmies on top, to start with. Bucky grabbed a plain donut for some inexplecable reason. After they finished their little breakfast Clint thought maybe they'd talk about what happened or maybe the pumpkin sex juice in general but no, he instead brought out a small suitcase filled with sex toys. Um. The pumpkin stuff had worn off, right? Right? He was about to complain when something caught his eye. "Is that a tentacle dildo?"
Bucky nodded.
Clint shrugged. Why not? What was one more time? Or three?
"You good?" Clint slipped his shirt on. He had extra clothes at the motel. Luckily.
Bucky closed the box of sex toys and didn't say a fucking word. Okay then. Clint snapped his jeans closed. "I'm doing okay, you know, considering." Clint waved vaguely at the room. "Thanks for asking." He rolled his eyes and Bucky grabbed him and kissed him.
And it was soft and tender and said all the things he didn't say. Clint was about to do something, but then Bucky pulled away. "I'll meet you in the car."
Clint watched him walk out of the motel room door and wondered, had all that really happened? And shit, had he missed Halloween? He grabbed his stuff and headed to the car. "What day is it?" He asked Bucky.
"Check your phone."
He couldn't just tell him, could he? Clint sighed dramatically and checked his phone. It was November third. Well, fuck.
Bucky drove and Clint fiddled with the radio. After a bit he broke the silence. "So, this means we're going out, right?" Bucky gave him the sideeye and he laughed.
Bucky shook his head. "I hate you."
Clint smiled. Good things wwere badck to normal. Oh wait. Weren't they forgetting something. "Um about the whole pumpkin sex juice."
"The what?"
"Pumpkin sex juice." Oh gods, he siad it again.
"Don't call it that."
"Dude, you're no fun."
Bucky turned and raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Clint thought back to the suitcase filled with sex toys, most of them had some kind of Halloween theme. Huh. "Okay fine, you're some fun." He admitted. "But back to the juice, shouldn't we call someone so some SHIELD agents dressed in Hazmat suits can show up and do something about all that Pumpkin Sex Juice?"
Another long-suffering sigh from Bucky and a look of - something. "I already called it in."
Clint thought back and shook his head. "When?"
"Not all of us need to sleep." Bucky's grin was cocky a nd filled with prideful satisfaction. Not sure why since he's just talking about making a fucking phone call and not having to sleep due to the whole Infiity formula or whatever running through his veins not his sexual prowess but whatever.
"So, do all you're missions end up like this?" Clint wanted to know.
"Apparently, just the ones you're on."
They were almost back to the city but Clint didn't want to end things here without talking about what had happened. "Should we talk about, you know, all the sex?" He liked all the sex but it wasn't exactly that he planned any of this. Were there consent issues to explore? Was it that kind of story?
"No."
Apparently it was not that kind of story. Clint shrugged. "Maybe we can do this again sometime. You know, without all the Pumpkin Sex Juice."
All he got in response was a side-eye. But hey, it wasn't a no.
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Date: 2025-10-07 12:44 am (UTC)love it.
pumpkin sex juice, rofl.
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Date: 2025-10-09 01:49 am (UTC)"Dude, you're no fun."
Bucky turned and raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Clint thought back to the suitcase filled with sex toys, most of them had some kind of Halloween theme. Huh. "Okay fine, you're some fun." BAH HAH HAH HAH
Were there consent issues to explore? Was it that kind of story?
"No."
Apparently it was not that kind of story. I think this made me laugh the hardest. Although honestly every time the phrase "pumpkin sex juice" was repeated I laughed pretty hard too. SO MUCH FUN!!!
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Date: 2025-10-09 11:38 pm (UTC)It kept going on and on and on because apparently super soldiers didn't have a refractory period. Holy fuck.
I'm going to need to read *that* fic, kplzthnx. LOL
And this one:
"Is that a tentacle dildo?"
Bucky nodded.
Clint shrugged. Why not? What was one more time? Or three?
Nothing a tentacle dildo can't improve. *nods*
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Date: 2025-10-15 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-10-10 03:35 am (UTC)Also, those dudes have some STAMINA!
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Date: 2025-10-16 01:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-10-11 03:54 am (UTC)Also, pumpkin juice sex pollen is the most original sex pollen fic I've ever read...and I have read a frakkin' lot of them.
And the phrase "For a while it was a blur of sex and pumpkin juice" is not a phrase I'll easily forget.
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Date: 2025-10-17 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-10-11 06:27 pm (UTC)He folded his clothes neatly on the bench. Okay no, he did not do that, this is Clint Barton, he balled up. his clothes and, placed them on the bench, and squished them down in hopes they wouldn't fall to the leaf littered ground.
These are the moments I love about Firewhiskey.
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Date: 2025-10-17 01:26 pm (UTC)