#corgi!clint

[alex-guerin]

Futzing Furry Monday...

I totally blame totalnerdatheart for this! She sent me a message that simply said: rottie!phil and corgi!clint XD

And then THIS happened! And I just...GUH! I don't even know! I apologize! It's such obnoxious crack! I'm going to bed! Like I should be!

(Warning: Implied doggy sex. Like truly dogs. Having sex. DAMMIT KAYLA! I hate you!! --...no I loves you! *huggles up muchly!* But this is still all your fault!)

Phil sighed over dramatically as he stared at the mirror in front of him. Whatever cruel twist of fate was laughing at him right that moment, he hoped they were enjoying themselves because this was NOT how he had planned to start his Monday.

His strangely dark and almond shaped eyes glanced behind him at the thin, dense tail he was actually quite thankful to see. True, Rottie's looked strange with tails, but he'd had a few growing up, and knew that them having a tail wasn't anything bad --especially after his poor Carl had gotten the stump of his infected. That was the first and last time his family had the tail cropped.

Looking back to the mirror, he groaned at his reflection. Two little tan "eyebrows" were surrounded by a mask of black, with just a bit of tan mixed in around his muzzle. His markings were surprisingly beautiful and perfect, and if Jasper even JOKED about entering him into a dog show, Heaven help him. Though, secretly Phil felt certain he could take home the blue ribbon. He was freaking awesome like that, after all.

Behind him, a much smaller blur of gold and white came flying into the room on short, stumpy legs. Bright blue eyes shone as Clint dove through the air to try and tackle the much larger Phil.

Unimpressed, Phil turned to hop back up onto their bed. He wasn't sure how he was going to call them into work, it wasn't like he had some special phone tugged away for emergencies like this. Fury would call eventually. And Rogers might get curious and worried and come looking for Clint. They'd be fine.

He lifted his head as he heard the smaller Corgi version of his husband once again take a running leap at the bed and finally get himself half-way up, claws digging into the mattress for dear life and finally wiggle himself up onto the bed beside him.

No...not beside him...

Behind him...

Down by his tail...

When paws pressed down on his hind end, Phil's eyes widened, a quiet growl escaped as he glanced back to see Clint standing on his back legs, front paws on what would be Phil's hips, and just grinning at him in the way dogs grin. He so did not want to think about what twisted thoughts were going on in Clint's head. Finally, he just lowered his head in resignation down onto his paws. He tried no to whine as he felt Clint practically flailing and bumping towards him, something rather narrow, blunt and slick poking against his fur.

No. This was definitely not how he'd planned to start his Monday.

[fishyandclintbarton]

Found a picture of Clint as a baby.

You're welcome.

[alex-guerin]

So I Keep on Waiting (till I'm Back Where I Belong) --Podfic!

Just finished listening to the run-thru of the PODFIC for my Corgi!Clint story. *flaaaaaaaaails!* The girl who recorded it did suuuuuuch a great job with it! There's one tiny section she needs to fix but hopefully it will be up on AO3 soon! *wiiiiiiiggles excitedly!*

[alex-guerin]

Was bored for awhile and once again putting off homework...

So I lined and colored my other Corgi!Clint picture.

[alex-guerin]

OMG! OMG OMG OMG!

I WORDED!

I WORDED SO FUCKING HARD!

I WORDED FOR THREE FUCKING DAYS AND ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT!!!

AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY WORDING PRODUCED!?

DO YOU!?!?!?

IT PRODUCED THE BEST DAMN CORGI!CLINT STORY IN THE HISTORY OF CORGI!CLINT STORIES!!!!

*Falls over and rolls self up in it!*

Title: So I Keep on Waiting ('til I'm Back Where I Belong)

Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (mostly Pre-Clint/Coulson...but you get some established them at the end, promise)

Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark

Warnings: There are a few moments of embarrassed thoughts of suicide (like the mortified "Oh God! Someone please shoot me to make it stop!") but nothing of seriousness. Also, there's at least one moment of Clint's little Corgi body doing what all healthy, male dogs do. It's not some weird, animal kink. I swear! It's just...alright, minor spoiler...it's no different than if he got aroused as a human. Only far more embarrassing as there's NOTHING he can do to hide it. It's obvious and quite literally out there for the world to see. I've had many male dogs in my life. These things happen. It's embarrassing for all who are involved. Other than that, it should be trigger free and just an amusing read all around.

Summary: There were a lot of things S.H.I.E.L.D trained its agents for. There were a lot of things Clint Barton learned to pick up on his own. But there’s one thing his time in the circus, on the streets, and that S.H.I.E.L.D couldn’t prepare him for. Being turned into a dog? Yeah, S.H.I.E.L.D and the streets kinda failed to train him for that one.

Please go read it, rec/pimp this baby out, because yeah...I worked super hard on this thing and haven't slept in nearly 22 hours trying to make sure I got it finished. It's even got a bonus scene! And artwork! So please go check it out and kudo/comment/bookmark it. It would really make my day if you did.

Thank you...and good night.

*falls over and passes out for the next 12 hours*

[alex-guerin]

“Stark,” the agent’s voice was calm and level, but Clint saw the faint twitch to the man’s right eye. It was a signal that he was trying very hard not to tase the engineer. “I’m going to turn my back for a few minutes. And if Barton just happens to take a bite out of you in that time? I won’t reprimand him. I probably will nominate him for a field commendation.”

So I'll Keep on Waiting ('til I'm Back Where I Belong): A Corgi!Clint story.

[alex-guerin]

Excerpt from my WIP Corgi!Clint story

“Barton. Phil Barton.” He wasn’t about to give them his real name. Besides, Sitwell had been a jackass and thought it funny to put ‘Phillip J. Barton’ on the proof of ownership documents. Apparently there was some joke floating around HQ that it was hard to tell who had control over who in their particular handler/asset relationship, and supposedly there were rumors of some hidden romantic relationship. Which, no. Definitely not. He might let Barton get away with a lot more than he does anyone else, and yeah, okay, so he lets Clint sleep on his office couch when the man can’t get to sleep in his own quarters…and there may have been more than a few times where the two stood a little too close to each other, or laughed a bit too loud and long together (and no…the fact that Jasper had somehow managed to change Coulson’s ringtone for Barton to Bonnie Riatt’s “Something to Talk About” was not lost on him), but that didn’t and shouldn’t mean anything.

.....

The lock on the gate had barely clicked open before Clint dove out of it and straight in Coulson’s arms. The fact that Clint literally leapt into his arms was enough to throw the unflappable agent for a spin. Sure, he’d held Barton before, but it had been for missions: like when the man was too stubborn to put a coat on and wound up shivering up a storm once the objectives were met, or when he’d been shot and needed to be caught and helped to a safe house, or even possibly for those few undercover ops that required two grown, consenting adult males for…well, he wasn’t going to think about those times.

He forced himself to blink back his surprise at suddenly having a bundle of wiggling, squirming gold and white fur all over him. The impact had been enough to catch him off balance and send him straight onto his rear, arms instinctually wrapping around Clint to make sure he didn’t drop him. There was a startled smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched the dog squirm out of his arms, sit back to study his face for a moment, and then lunge once more. He had to admit, even in compact Corgi form, Barton was stout and solid and had enough force behind him to send Coulson from sitting up to flat on his back in a heartbeat.

From beside him, he heard the woman (now accompanied by her co-worker) laugh out loud again as Clint moved to stand firmly on his chest, those very human eyes glaring down into his own. Coulson didn’t need to hear the words to know what he must be thinking and conveying with that glare.

It fucking took you long enough! What? Stop off somewhere for those fucking donuts you love so much? Three days, Coulson! THREE DAYS!

Giving a snort right in his handler’s face, Clint turned his head and stumbled rather ungracefully back down off the man, officially giving him the ‘Fuck you. I’m not speaking to you’ attitude. And if Phil happened to feel incredibly guilty and properly chastised then, well, no one but his own conscious had to know.

..........have I peaked anyone's interest? The story's gonna get finished and posted whether anyone wants to read it or not...but I suggest reading it cuz yeah, I'm having way too much fun with this.

[alex-guerin]

Drew this for my friend's birthday. Well, okay, no...technically not for her birthday, but I finished coloring it today so I figured I'd slap the "Happy Birthday" onto it and give it to her. Cuz my desires to art are just not strong enough to actually sit down and draw something for someone at the moment.

I'm also actually currently working on a Corgi!Clint story. Because the world needs more Corgi!Clint.