Blind date

The BLIND DATE Meme

The Blind Date meme. Pretty self-explanatory. No matter how awkward and unexpected they might be, there is always something exciting about them. Who is your company for the evening going to be? Will it be a person of your innermost dreams or someone you absolutely can't stand? And most importantly...

How are you going to handle it?

What do:
1. Post with your character! They're now in the middle of a blind date.
2. Comment to each other! When you do that...
3. Go to Random.org and roll a single die!

1.
First date
-- You've never been out on a date before, so someone's decided to give you a helping hand.
2.
On the rebound
-- You're recovering from a painful breakup, but your friends/family think they found a great person for you anyway.
3.
Not strangers at all
-- Someone thought you didn't know your date. Turns out you know them from somewhere.
4.
Hideously awkward
-- Hey wait, that's your ex/boss/doctor/distant family member! Or, even worse, it's that person you absolutely despise. This will go well!
5.
Existing partner
-- You two are just acting like strangers to spice up your love life.
6.
Future spouse
-- Unfortunately, you have to have an arranged marriage. Fortunately, you get to meet that special someone for a date beforehand. How will the night go?
7. ...or, instead of rolling, come up with your own scenario!

4. Play out the date. This meme can be completely fluffy, smutty, or hilarious. If you don't want smut, you can put that in your subject. It doesn't even have to be romantic.

Locations

1. Restaurant. What better way to spend some romantic time than over food? Maybe you're at the fancy restaurant in town, or maybe you just couldn't afford anything nice, so you're at the nearest diner. Or maybe somewhere in between?

2. Games. The two of you are playing a game somewhere! You could be at a bowling alley, an arcade, a miniature golf course...the possibilities here are countless.

3. The Park. Of course, Mother Nature can provide an excellent atmosphere for romantic bonding! Perhaps you're taking a leisurely stroll through the lush grounds, or maybe you've laid out a blanket somewhere so the two of you could have a picnic.

4. Movie Theater. Or maybe the two of you are sitting next to each other in a dark room, sharing a bucket of popcorn while you're watching the latest film. Did you opt for a horror flick to keep your significant other latched to your arm -- or for you to latch to theirs -- or perhaps something they enjoy, like a sappy romance film or a cheesy action flick? Or maybe you compromised and went to see a sweet romantic comedy.

5. Skating. It's always nice to go skating, right? Are you at a roller skating rink, or did you find a frozen lake and decide to go ice skating? Which one of you needs help (you know at least one of you does)?

6. Beach. Ahh, the beach! Go ahead and set up camp wherever you like! Or if you don't watn to lay down and catch a tan, you can go swimming, or take a walk along the shore! Or if you don't want getting sand on your feet or in your shoes, go hit up the boardwalk!

7. Sunday Drive. Sometimes you don't really have a destination in mind. Sometimes you just want to drive and enjoy the scenery. Well, here's your chance to do that!

8. Amusement Park. There's plenty to do here! Take your date on the Ferris wheel, or the tunnel of love...or something more thrilling, like a roller coaster! Walk around with cotton candy!

9. Dance/Ball. School dance? Prom? Business gala? Whatever it is, you're there, and you've got a date.

10. Wild Card. Your choice! Feel free to pick something that's not here.

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"Be good," Phil says, voice firm. It's almost his handler voice though a bit stricter. "All you have to do is be good, Clint."

His touch stays firm as he pulls Clint's head back and puts his mouth on Clint's neck. If he fights and tests the limit Phil will pull a little harder until he gives in and submits.

Clint just has to follow what Phil asks of him. It's very simple.

Clint shivers, obviously shivers; when Phil tells him to be good, god, he wants to be good, but he also loves pushing Phil's buttons.

He squirms in Phil's lap a bit when the man pulls his hair and lets out a low sound, it's not a whine, it's not, as Phil mouths along his neck. He struggles for another moment or two before he settles. Letting Phil lead the way. "What do you think is good?" Clint asks, and there may be an edge of brat to his voice, but it's also an honest question.

"Good is listening to me," he says but reluctantly draws away from Clint's neck. Phil is going to mark him at some point tonight. He can be somewhat possessive when the mood strikes.

This is an important conversation to have though. Phil's fingers in Clint's hair gentle and he massages his scalp for any ache he might have caused. "But good is also telling me when you don't like something or don't want something or need me to stop."

Clint melts against Phil a little when the touches go back to gentle strokes and almost purrs at the scalp massage. He nods, pressing his face into the crook of Phil's neck. "Like I said, no whips, and don't..." He pauses, thinking of the right word, "Make fun of me." He shrugs, he knows there's a scene word for it, but right now, he's in Phil's lap, and Phil's fingers are in his hair, and he can't think of it. He'd put up with Phil doing anything to him for moments like this, whether he liked it or not.

"I know, you said those before. But in the moment if there's something you decide you don't like it's good to tell me. It doesn't just have to be those two things." Phil will never do those two things because they're not in his interest either. He's actually looking forward to giving Clint all the praise he can.

It's always done more for Clint's performance than dressing him down.

"I want to take care of you. Give you what we both want. That means a lot of honesty." He brushes his lips against Clint's temple. "Which can be hard for both of us."

"I'll talk to you; I'll tell you." Clint nods; he's got a handle on the kink stuff; sometimes, it's just the feelings part of things. "You gotta know though, Phil," He says, pressing a kiss to the man's neck, "I'm a brat," He laughs softly, "I like being a brat," He says, and he's trying to be clear that that's in kink terms, "I get it's not what everyone wants," He adds pulling back to look at Phil.

"I'm so surprised," Phil says dryly. He's known Clint for years. He's handled him and his unique skillset along with his temperament long enough to guess that he wouldn't make it easy for anyone, even someone he wanted and trusted.

"I don't mind," he says, cupping Clint's face in his hand and stroking his thumb across his cheek. "I've never really minded. I know we can make this good for both of us. We've always worked well together, haven't we?"

Clint laughs softly, leaning into the touch, "Oh, trying to get in my pants with sarcasm..." He teases back. "We do work well together." He nods, pressing his face into the side of Phil's neck, pressing a kiss there. "Weird to finally have this," He murmurs, "But good weird."

"You flirt almost exclusively with sarcasm. I've seen you in action." Phil says it with fondness though. He's always had a soft spot for Clint even though he drove others up the wall with his attitude and antics.

He pets his fingers through Clint's hair, letting him settle against him. "I didn't often let myself indulge in fantasies like this. But they were always nice."

It helped keep some people from getting too close to him; he had a bad habit of ruining things, knows he is a trash fire sometimes, and doesn't expect people to put up with it. He's surprised he even has friends sometimes.

Clint hums a little rolling his hips down into Phil's lap again, pressing a kiss to Phil's neck, "What fantasies?" He smirks against the warm skin, "What did you think about?"

"I think about how your wrists would feel in my hands as you tried to fight my hold because I won't let you touch me," he breathes softly, close to Clint's ear. "And how you might look when you give in and decide to be good for me."

Phil shivers slightly just talking about it with Clint feels a little taboo, like he's crossing a line. Like having Clint in his lap and kissing him isn't doing the same thing.

"You're fantasies involve me not touching you?" Clint laughs a little, shuddering at Phil's words, "I'm always good..." He pauses, "Mostly..." another pause, "Sometimes," he laughs a little, "I try really hard," He nuzzles into Phil's neck and shoulder a little, "Never thought about bending me over that desk in your office?" He teases.

"Only some of them." Phil feels a little flush across his cheek. He doesn't want Clint to not touch him all the time. He wants to make Clint be good for him which he knows the man will struggle with.

"I tried very hard for years to keep a clear line between work and my personal life." Phil pauses for a moment and then sighs deeply. "Not my desk. The couch in my office."

Clint lets out a warm laugh, "That couch was great for naps," Clint nods, shifting again to kiss Phil on the lips nipping slightly, "Don't have to worry anymore, not an agent anymore, and your not my handler anymore, we'll not gonna say no to you handling me," He smirks a little waggling his eyebrows. "I thought about getting under your desk and blowing you," Clint says, grinning a little; "A few times, I came very close to doing it."

"I knew you trusted me because you'd sleep there." He presses into the kiss softly, smiling a little bit.

He almost chokes on his next breath. That's... a really tempting thought but he shakes his head. "I never would've allowed it." Not then. Even though he would've wanted it. A lot.

"But now if you want to..." Phil brushes his thumb across Clint's lower lip. "I wouldn't stop you."

"Phil... I know, but you can think about, pretend about it now," He laughs a little, squirming more then he has to get off Phil's lap; he looks over at Lucky curled up in his dog bed, and holds his hand out to Phil, "Come on, let's see about getting a few of those things off your list," He says lacing his fingers through Phil's and leading him up the stairs to the large loft where is his bed is.

He slides the frosted glass door closed behind him, there is a clear pain here or there, but the wall hiding it from the rest of the apartment is mainly frosted glass and brick. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it into the slightly overflowing laundry basket. He'd been gone a while, okay.

"I still have an office. A desk." He takes Clint's hand, lacing their fingers together. "You could stop by and visit sometime."

It's a good fantasy. It shouldn't go to waste. Phil's always done his best to help Clint get what he wants and now he can finally do that with this. With the two of them.

He's seen Clint shirtless before. He knows how well made the man is. Phil still drags his lower lip between his teeth as he looks him over. "I should warn you there's a pretty nasty scar on my chest and back. It's not pretty."

"I know..." He stops, "I saw the security footage," He winces a little at the memory, "I was also at your funeral," He points out some of the playfulness draining from him as the words leave his mouth. But it needs to be said out loud, "I got you killed," He shakes his head, stopping himself after that.

"Not like I'm not a mess of scars," He shrugs a little, kicking off his sneakers before walking over and starting on the buttons of Phil's shirt, "I'll surprise you at the office sometime," He smiles a little trying to bring the mood back up.

"Clint." He can't just say that and expect Phil will move on. They never did get a chance to talk about it. He reaches out and cups Clint's face in his hands. He brushes his thumbs across his cheeks. "You did not get me killed. Loki got me killed. He's the one with the scepter."

And Phil for making the choice to go up against him but that was his job and he would always do that. Even when he knew the outcome and the cost. That's the sort of man he is.

He leans in and kisses Clint slowly. He'll give the mood back in a second when he's made it clear how he still finds Clint incredible and wonderful and doesn't blame him at all.

"Just make sure you remember to lock the door," he murmurs with a smile.

Clint kisses Phil back. Clint will drop it for now; later, he'll point out he warned Fury that doors go both ways, but right now, he's content to kiss Phil. He pulls back and tilts his head, "Where's the fun in that? You trying to focus on one of your baby agents giving you a debrief... while I'm sucking you off," That shit-eating grin spreads across his face as he sinks quickly to his knees, opening Phil's pants, sharp eyes looking up at Phil from his spot on the floor.

"Jesus, Clint." Phil has a hard enough time listening to Fitz-Simmons as it is. Trying to listen to them while Clint's mouth is on his dick? No, there's no way he would take in any of it. It shouldn't be as tempting as it is. "You're a bad influence."

He undoes the last two buttons on his shirt and shrugs it off, tossing it towards a corner. The scar is there and not even his chest hair can hide it. But this is Clint. He can see it. He trusts him.

"It's okay," he says, running his fingers through his hair. "Take what you want. I want it too."

Given the way his half-card cock pressed lightly against the front of his briefs, yeah, he wants this. Clint doesn't have to worry about that.

Clint smirks a little at Phil's reaction, "You'd be upset if I were any different," He teases a little, his expression softening for a moment, raises himself enough to press a kiss to the scar, fingers tracing it for a moment, before sinking back down to his knees, and licks his lips.

He'd be a filthy liar if he said he'd never thought about this before or even got off on the thought of it before. He got off thinking about a lot of things to do with Phil.

His cock throbs inside his jeans, which are starting to feel a little too tight, but he ignores that for now. He pulls Phil's cock from his underwear, wrapping his fingers partway down the shaft and looking up at Phil again, licking the underside and head of the man's cock, letting out a soft groan as he takes the man in his mouth and sucks at the head for a moment before taking a little more of Phil's cock into his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on Phil's face.

He wants to make a joke about how if this is him going crazy it's not that bad. He hasn't explained that part to Clint yet and he doesn't want to ruin the mood. He doesn't want this to stop. Years of wondering about what if and wanting are finally unraveling into reality and Phil doesn't want it to end.

The first touch of Clint's mouth makes him draw in a breath, fingers tightening against his hair. He watches him intently, gaze intense with focus. He's not missing a second of this.

"This is how I keep you quiet, isn't it?" He rocks his hips forward slowly, not content to be a passive participant in this. "Just keep your mouth busy with something else."

Clint shivers when Phil starts to move a little, just enough, just the way Clint likes it. He groans a little; he pulls off Phil's cock running his mouth and young along the side, letting out a soft groan.

"Yeah, think of how much more fun road trips would have been he answers, taking Phil back into his mouth and letting go of the base, trusting Phil. Both hands fall back to his lap, squeezing himself through his jeans as he scoots a little closer. He's had that comment from other people before, but in a completely different tone than Phil's.

Phil bites his lower lip to keep from arguing. He wouldn't have let Clint do this while they were on the road. He lets Clint have the fantasy. Lets himself have it too. All those safe houses and roadside motels...

"Would have been really good for the post mission adrenaline." Phil fucks Clint's mouth slowly. There will be a time he makes him choke but not right now. He's enjoying the sight of his cock disappearing between Clint's lips.

"You're good at this." Phil pets his fingers through Clint's hair. "So good to me."

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