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Verse: Collared {Closed}
Jul. 13th, 2013 04:26 pmTaken From Tumblr:
Phil: Phil looked in the mirror and lifted a hand to brush his fingers over the leather. The idea had been Fury's. He and Clint were going undercover and Fury had thought Coulson would be better submissive. No one would suspect that he was really a "badass ninja in a suit." Those were Clint's words, not Fury’s.
Phil had laughed it off, but he really hadn’t thought he would be able to pull it off. Now, with the collar secured around his neck, he was starting to think it might be easy to play pet for Clint Barton.
Clint: Picking the collar out for Phil had been a no brainer. He’d looked at one or two before he’d found that one. He’d known immediately that it was the one because Phil was nuts for anything Captain America, and the stars made him think of Cap’s shield.
He hadn’t been prepared for how good it would look secured around Phil’s neck, and he came to a halt as he entered the room, eyes fixing on Phil’s neck.
"Oh."
Phil: Phil looked over his shoulder at Clint when he came in and it was difficult to remember that this was only an operation. And yet, the care Clint had taken into picking out the collar made him feel warm in ways he had never imagined. It showed that Clint had put thought into it and that was something he didn’t want to think about right now.
"Agent Barton." There was a part of his brain that told him he should start getting into character now. Get used to it before they had to go in. For now, all Phil had to do was button up his shirt and the collar would be mostly hidden from view. Fury had suggested he wear it for a few hours so he could adjust.
He was starting to wonder about his old friends motives for this.
Clint: Clint didn’t really want to think too much about the thought and care he’d put into picking out a collar for what was supposed to be a temporary mission, but he had to admit that he’d done a great job.
He cleared his throat and moved forward, nodding. “Agent Coulson." He’d been given a similar suggestion from Fury, that he try to get into character and get a feel for it.
"So, Fury said we should probably practice a little," he said, his eyes never leaving that collar. Damn, it looked really good.
Phil: The idea of practicing with Clint had Phil’s breath catching in his chest, but he tried not to show it. Fury knew how he felt about Clint and maybe the director knew something he didn’t.
"Are you familiar with the basics of the way the lifestyle works?" Ever since those damn 50 Shades books were released people had misconceptions of the relationship between doms and their subs.
Phil shifted a bit, his whole demeanor changing. He wasn’t the senior agent anymore. He was someone waiting for orders. Almost the same as when he first met Pepper Potts. There was no threat from this Phil Coulson.
Clint: "I mean, I know the vague basics of it. It’s all about trust and—"
Clint cut off as Phil’s demeanor shifted, and it seemed a little like the room had just gone topsy-turvy, because the man standing in front of him was not the Coulson he knew so well. The authoritative vibe he always got from Coulson was just gone, and Clint just kinda stared. He wouldn’t say that Coulson looked meek, just… Well. Non-threatening. Totally docile.
"There— Uh, safewords. We need to establish safewords, right?"
He’d been given literature to read on this type of stuff, but typical Clint, he’d just skimmed it and jumped in headfirst. "You’ll, um, do whatever I say as long as it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, right?"
Phil: The thing about Phil was, he could make people think whatever he wanted them to think about him. He wasn’t the type of man who turned heads when he walked into a room and usually he went ignored. For someone of his skills, it was exactly what he wanted. Most people saw a balding middle aged man. None of them would know he had killed people with his bare hands.
Phil smiled and moved to push the door of the room closed. They were going to need a little privacy. "That’s the gist of it, but it’s more than that. Being a dominant isn't only about taking care of your own needs. You have to take care of your partner’s as well. Think of it as owning a special pet."
He was trying to keep his composure, but it was difficult when his heart was hammering away in his chest. "The fact that you chose a collar that has special meaning speaks volumes and it’s probably something you or I will be asked about."
Phil: Phil looked in the mirror and lifted a hand to brush his fingers over the leather. The idea had been Fury's. He and Clint were going undercover and Fury had thought Coulson would be better submissive. No one would suspect that he was really a "badass ninja in a suit." Those were Clint's words, not Fury’s.
Phil had laughed it off, but he really hadn’t thought he would be able to pull it off. Now, with the collar secured around his neck, he was starting to think it might be easy to play pet for Clint Barton.
Clint: Picking the collar out for Phil had been a no brainer. He’d looked at one or two before he’d found that one. He’d known immediately that it was the one because Phil was nuts for anything Captain America, and the stars made him think of Cap’s shield.
He hadn’t been prepared for how good it would look secured around Phil’s neck, and he came to a halt as he entered the room, eyes fixing on Phil’s neck.
"Oh."
Phil: Phil looked over his shoulder at Clint when he came in and it was difficult to remember that this was only an operation. And yet, the care Clint had taken into picking out the collar made him feel warm in ways he had never imagined. It showed that Clint had put thought into it and that was something he didn’t want to think about right now.
"Agent Barton." There was a part of his brain that told him he should start getting into character now. Get used to it before they had to go in. For now, all Phil had to do was button up his shirt and the collar would be mostly hidden from view. Fury had suggested he wear it for a few hours so he could adjust.
He was starting to wonder about his old friends motives for this.
Clint: Clint didn’t really want to think too much about the thought and care he’d put into picking out a collar for what was supposed to be a temporary mission, but he had to admit that he’d done a great job.
He cleared his throat and moved forward, nodding. “Agent Coulson." He’d been given a similar suggestion from Fury, that he try to get into character and get a feel for it.
"So, Fury said we should probably practice a little," he said, his eyes never leaving that collar. Damn, it looked really good.
Phil: The idea of practicing with Clint had Phil’s breath catching in his chest, but he tried not to show it. Fury knew how he felt about Clint and maybe the director knew something he didn’t.
"Are you familiar with the basics of the way the lifestyle works?" Ever since those damn 50 Shades books were released people had misconceptions of the relationship between doms and their subs.
Phil shifted a bit, his whole demeanor changing. He wasn’t the senior agent anymore. He was someone waiting for orders. Almost the same as when he first met Pepper Potts. There was no threat from this Phil Coulson.
Clint: "I mean, I know the vague basics of it. It’s all about trust and—"
Clint cut off as Phil’s demeanor shifted, and it seemed a little like the room had just gone topsy-turvy, because the man standing in front of him was not the Coulson he knew so well. The authoritative vibe he always got from Coulson was just gone, and Clint just kinda stared. He wouldn’t say that Coulson looked meek, just… Well. Non-threatening. Totally docile.
"There— Uh, safewords. We need to establish safewords, right?"
He’d been given literature to read on this type of stuff, but typical Clint, he’d just skimmed it and jumped in headfirst. "You’ll, um, do whatever I say as long as it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, right?"
Phil: The thing about Phil was, he could make people think whatever he wanted them to think about him. He wasn’t the type of man who turned heads when he walked into a room and usually he went ignored. For someone of his skills, it was exactly what he wanted. Most people saw a balding middle aged man. None of them would know he had killed people with his bare hands.
Phil smiled and moved to push the door of the room closed. They were going to need a little privacy. "That’s the gist of it, but it’s more than that. Being a dominant isn't only about taking care of your own needs. You have to take care of your partner’s as well. Think of it as owning a special pet."
He was trying to keep his composure, but it was difficult when his heart was hammering away in his chest. "The fact that you chose a collar that has special meaning speaks volumes and it’s probably something you or I will be asked about."
