Former Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. [semi-hiatus]

My name is Phil Coulson. I died. They said it was only for eight seconds. That my recovery took place on Tahiti, on a beach and with a physical therapist whose grasp on the English language was...irrelevant. They lied. SHIELD had been my life for more...

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

Nodding wordlessly, Phil relaxed enough in Clint’s arms to be helped out of his sweatshirt, the rest of him still bare after striping out of his boxers and jeans earlier. 

[awwwhawkguy]

Clint’s hands skimmed along Phil’s smoother skin.  He kissed his collar bone before pulling away and opening up the bag Ari’d packed.  He blinked a few times before pushing aside the lingerie she’d added, finding a t-shirt and some cotton hip hugger panties to go with.  “Want shorts?” he asked, finding a pair of silky shorts that didn’t have frillies on them.

[coulson-phillip-j]

Phil frowned and shook his head, dark hair swishing in front of his face and across his shoulders and chest. The slight chill to the air, mixed with the ends of his hair hair brushing across bare skin causing him to hunch up a bit and curl in on himself to cover the fact it was enough to make his nipples harden.

[ofcockiness-blog]

Please reblog if you’re OK with your partner ‘fading to black’ even if they’re of age.

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

awwwhawkguy:

“Slow,” Clint said.  “I’ve got you.  Let me help you change into something comfortable,” he said.

Nodding wordlessly, Phil relaxed enough in Clint’s arms to be helped out of his sweatshirt, the rest of him still bare after striping out of his boxers and jeans earlier. 

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

awwwhawkguy: 

“It’s alright, Honey, I’m here. I’m not leavin’ you.”

Phil took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and let it out again shakily. “Clint...?” How in the world could Phil even think of asking what he was about to ask? What were the chances Clint would even be okay with doing this? He swallowed thickly and pressed his face into Clint’s chest all the more. “...would...could you, please...”

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

awwwhawkguy:

Clint resisted going ‘aww’ again and lay down on the bed, sneaking under the blankets and pillows. “Phiiiiiil.”

When Clint’s warm body slid under the blankets with him, Phil shifted away at first, only to decide against that and moved in to press a close to Clint as was physically possible. Out of sorts and out of his element, Phil buried his face in Clint’s chest. He was maybe starting to shake a little bit. 

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

A muffled whimper of a reply came from somewhere towards the middle of the bed, where all the blankets were piled up into one big lump.

[awwwhawkguy]

“Aww Phil.”  Clint set the bag down and sat beside him, rubbing his back (once he figured out where it was).  “Ari made you a care bag.”

[coulson-phillip-j]

Very, very slowly, Phil emerged from under the blankets, hair in total disarray. He blinked at the bag, then up at Clint, and for a brief moment debated between taking the bag and getting changed, or just stuffing his head back under the blankets and pillows. ...stuffing his head under the blankets and pillows won out. And with the most pathetic of all whimpers, at that.

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

* * * Upstairs, Phil was still curled up under the blankets, practically trying to disappear into the folds and just stay hidden. Silently, he thanked whatever god might be listening that his older brother would never find out about this. Seeing Phil suddenly very much a female would probably do two things: bring him way too much satisfaction that all of his jokes and jibes and cruel teasing of calling him a sissy and girl growing up was now true; while at the same time disgusting the hell out of him that now Phil’s body matched what Cliff always thought Phil should be. He’d probably assume Phil would be quite happy and content and at ease with being a female all of the sudden. Phil whined softly at that and sunk deeper into the blankets, stuffing his head under a pillow and just wishing for it all to be over soon.

[awwwhawkguy]

Clint locked the door when he made it inside, carrying the bag to the bedroom.  “Phil?” he asked, concerned at the not at all efficient attempt at smotherage.

[coulson-phillip-j]

A muffled whimper of a reply came from somewhere towards the middle of the bed, where all the blankets were piled up into one big lump.

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[the-darker-hawk]

Barney leaned in, trying to steal a peek into the bag. “Throw in anything sexy for him to wear, just in case?” He teased with a playful little smirk.

[foolrushedin]

“My luck, Clint’ll steal it for himself,” Ari stuck her tongue out at her husband and plopped the bag in Clint’s lap.  “Shoo.  I added lots of chocolate, too - he’ll want cuddles, let him tell you if he wants more than that - you know how he is.” she gave Clint a look.

[awwwhawkguy]

foolrushedin:

the-darker-hawk:

Huffing softly, Barney shook his head and held his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Don’t get your boxers in a knot. Just givin’ you a hard time.”

Ari came back, holding the duffle out to Clint.  “I put in a little of everything, and our extra pack of condoms just in case - I figure Bambi won’t want to go out like this.  I also tossed in my extra sneakers in case they’ll fit him, and a couple hair ties, in case he wants to go outside - lemme know if I forgot something he could use.”  She set it on the top of the couch and zipped it up.

“Yes’m,” Clint said, hugging the bag to his chest and getting up.  He kicked at his brother’s bare foot, and kissed the top of Ari’s head on his way out, shutting the door behind himself and heading back upstairs, leaving his naked family to their own devices now that he had stuff for Phil.

[coulson-phillip-j]

* * * Upstairs, Phil was still curled up under the blankets, practically trying to disappear into the folds and just stay hidden. Silently, he thanked whatever god might be listening that his older brother would never find out about this. Seeing Phil suddenly very much a female would probably do two things: bring him way too much satisfaction that all of his jokes and jibes and cruel teasing of calling him a sissy and girl growing up was now true; while at the same time disgusting the hell out of him that now Phil's body matched what Cliff always thought Phil should be. He'd probably assume Phil would be quite happy and content and at ease with being a female all of the sudden. Phil whined softly at that and sunk deeper into the blankets, stuffing his head under a pillow and just wishing for it all to be over soon.

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

Smirking slightly, Phil huffed softly. “I’m sure you’ll recover quickly enough.”

[awwwhawkguy]

Clint stuck his tongue out at him.  “I’m going to risk downstairs - but if things are dire, you will just have to deal with haute purple.”  He blew a kiss at Phil, backing toward the door with a wink.

[coulson-phillip-j]

Phil curled up on the bed, watching Clint leave with a small smile on his face. Once Clint had disappeared out the door, Phil quickly stripped out of his jeans and boxers, pausing to examine the damage done to his boxers before tossing them into the laundry. With just his now baggier sweatshirt on and covering most of his body, Phil crawled back into bed and made himself comfortable under the covers.

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

“I think Ari’s clothes might be a bit more my style…” Phil mumbled softly as he shook his head. “Not sure I’d look good in all purple. No offense.”

[awwwhawkguy]

Clint gasped, holding his hand over his heart.  “You wound me!”

[coulson-phillip-j]

Smirking slightly, Phil huffed softly. "I'm sure you'll recover quickly enough."

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

Phil quirked a brow in mild amusement. “I would love to change, but I don’t think that’s going to happen any time soon.” Taking a breath, Phil sighed and flopped back against the pillows. “I’m not sure any of my clothes will fit me in my current state.”

[awwwhawkguy]

“I could run down and grab some from Ari… unless they’re still going at it, in which case, I think Hawkeye’s left some stuff up in my place for crashing sleepovers and she wont’ mind if you borrow.”

[coulson-phillip-j]

"I think Ari's clothes might be a bit more my style..." Phil mumbled softly as he shook his head. "Not sure I'd look good in all purple. No offense."

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

Phil gave a small nod and swallowed thickly. “Yeah…being held sounds good. That…yes. Please?”

[awwwhawkguy]

“Absolutely, Honey.”

It was easy for Clint to stand, holding Phil and not letting go, carrying him to their bedroom and laying him down on the bed.  “Want to change?” he asked.

[coulson-phillip-j]

Phil quirked a brow in mild amusement. "I would love to change, but I don't think that's going to happen any time soon." Taking a breath, Phil sighed and flopped back against the pillows. "I'm not sure any of my clothes will fit me in my current state."

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

Again, the rush of warmth and flutters went through Phil as he squirmed in place again before blinking straight ahead in confusion. Okay, that was incredibly unpleasant and awkward feeling… Groaning again, Phil dropped his face to hide in the crook of Clint’s neck. “…I’m used to the front of my boxers getting damp…but this is just…weird.”

[awwwhawkguy]

Clint rested his hand on the back of Phil’s neck.  “Too much?” he asked.  “We can just cuddle instead.  I just really wanna hold you right now.  If that’s okay.”

[coulson-phillip-j]

Phil gave a small nod and swallowed thickly. "Yeah...being held sounds good. That...yes. Please?"

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

Phil’s breath caught in his chest as a whole new wave of tingles went coursing through him, fluttering down his stomach and straight south. He shifted awkwardly and gave a small, choked off moan when the movement put pressure on his crotch. That…was a new experience…

[awwwhawkguy]

“But for now,”  he murmured, nipping Phil’s ear.  “I really just wanna carry you into our room, and see how many times I can make you come for me.  Wanna know what you taste like, like this, wanna kis you everywhere.”

[coulson-phillip-j]

Again, the rush of warmth and flutters went through Phil as he squirmed in place again before blinking straight ahead in confusion. Okay, that was incredibly unpleasant and awkward feeling... Groaning again, Phil dropped his face to hide in the crook of Clint's neck. "...I'm used to the front of my boxers getting damp...but this is just...weird."

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

A small whimper escaped Phil when Clint deepened the kiss. Flutters went through him and Phil had to fight against his own mind repeatedly to remind himself that Clint loved him no matter what, and no, Clint probably wouldn’t be happier if he had a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend.

[awwwhawkguy]

Clint took his time, never really ending the kiss so much as exploring the softer jawline and smooth skin of his throat.  “When you’re back to normal,” he murmured.  “I’m going to ride you so hard neither of us can walk for a week….”  He paused to suck a light bruise under Phil’s ear.

[coulson-phillip-j]

Phil's breath caught in his chest as a whole new wave of tingles went coursing through him, fluttering down his stomach and straight south. He shifted awkwardly and gave a small, choked off moan when the movement put pressure on his crotch. That...was a new experience...

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

Phil’s eyes went wide when Clint began kissing him. It wasn’t that he wasn’t expecting it, because Clint basically telegraphed every move he made, so of course Phil was expecting it, he just…wasn’t sure how to react. Kissing Clint was good, it was really good, except this just felt different. Not bad, just… different.

[awwwhawkguy]

Clint took his time, treating this like a first kiss (with offer of more, of course), learning the new shape of Phil’s lips before questing to learn the shape of his new mouth, as well.

[coulson-phillip-j]

A small whimper escaped Phil when Clint deepened the kiss. Flutters went through him and Phil had to fight against his own mind repeatedly to remind himself that Clint loved him no matter what, and no, Clint probably wouldn't be happier if he had a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend.

[awwwhawkguy]

Terrifying Love?

[coulson-phillip-j]

“I’d really rather you didn’t,” Phil gave a small smile in return and shook his head.

[awwwhawkguy]

 “I promise I won’t drop you,” Clint said with a cheeky smile, before watching Phil a long moment.  A decision flashed across his eyes only moments before Clint leaned in to kiss Phil gently.

[coulson-phillip-j]

Phil's eyes went wide when Clint began kissing him. It wasn't that he wasn't expecting it, because Clint basically telegraphed every move he made, so of course Phil was expecting it, he just...wasn't sure how to react. Kissing Clint was good, it was really good, except this just felt different. Not bad, just... different.