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“I won’t stop telling you how cute you are.” He leaned forward, resting his forehead against his. He looked him in the eyes.

Phil gave a hard swallow and felt the ice around his heart melt just a little. “Why are you so nice to me?”

“Honestly… I like you. I think that you hide behind a tough exterior but really, deep down, you’re a kind hearted person.”

Phil looked down at his hands and then brought one up to rub at his own cheek. “Can’t afford to be a sissy. That’s how you get killed here.” He looked up at him again. “You like me? For real?”

“Yeah, I do. I like you very much.” Mason reached up to take Phil’s hand, moving it away from his face. “That’s why we need to get you out of here. You need to be someplace where you can be yourself. You don’t have to be tough all the time.”

Phil opened his mouth as if he were about to sass Mason but then closed it, clenching his jaw with a small nod. “Somewhere far away from this shithole, right? I’m so fucking done with this place.” He looked down. “There’s something I gotta do first. I need to get flowers.”

“Okay, whatever you need. Is that something you’d prefer to do alone or would you like me to come along?” He gently stroked Phil’s cheek with the back of his hand. He offered him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, okay? We’ll get so far away from this place.”

Phil shrugged a little. “Doesn’t matter, I guess. Come if you want.” It was Phil’s way of saying he didn’t want to be alone. He then met Mason’s eyes, searching them. “Promise?”

“I promise,” Mason said softly. He brushed the other man’s cheek with his thumb. He fought the urge to lean in and kiss him, thinking it may be too much. He wasn’t sure how much tenderness he could get away with.

Phil’s eye’s flickered to Mason’s lips and then his eyes again. “Far, far away, alright? If they find me, they’ll kill me.”

“No one’s going to kill you. You hear me? If anyone hurts you, I’ll hurt them, and I’m not usually a very violent person. I care about you. I will not let anything happen to you.”

Phil gave another small smile and nodded. “i believe you. Uhh…thanks, man. It means…y’know.” He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to express his gratitude. “No one’s ever said that before.”

“Well, now someone has,” Mason replied with a smile. “Can I be honest? I really want to kiss you right now.”

Phil dropped his hand and searched Mason’s eyes. “Then kiss me.”

Mason closed his eyes as their lips met. He gently ran his fingers through Phil’s hair. He wasn’t sure why but he felt somewhat attached to the younger man.

Phil looped his arms around Mason’s neck and melted into the kiss like they’d done this a million times before. This man cared about him, wanted to protect him. Phil felt safe, something he hadn’t felt in a while.

“I’ll protect you,” Mason said, as if he had read the other man’s mind. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. If they do, they’ll have to answer to me.”

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Phil smiled against Mason’s lips and sighed. “You’re way too fucking nice to me. I don’t need protection, man. I’m a big boy.” He licked at Mason’s bottom lip and nipped it. “Hey, you got any grass?”

// Closed rp

#rp #theanonhacker #tw: drug mention

“Yeah, just down the road. Sara & Son’s.” Phil frowned in confusion and stuffed the bags in his pockets as he jogged to keep up.“Who’s to say you won’t come back and bust me too? And what was all that about the deep web? You’re telling me that guy runs a prostitution ring?” He snorted softly. Josh was a twig. Phil had kicked his ass on several occasions. He found it hard to believe that Josh could be involved in any of that. “Look, I’ve got guys back home who might literally decapitate me if I don’t get them their shit and that’s probably not a fucking exaggeration. What the hell am I supposed to do when this runs out?” He gestured to his pockets.

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Finn and his human 💕 from Robin’s Instagram Story

#fun fact: Phil also has a soft spot for cats #Robin Lord Taylor #rlt #gotham #gotham cast

// Closed rp

#theanonhacker #rp #tw: drug mention

Phil took the bags and blinked at her. “Haven’t heard a complaint yet.” He huffed, taking a sniff of his own pit. His lashes fluttered at the strong, not altogether unpleasant, smell of himself. “Guess I could use something.” He eyed her suspiciously. “You sure you don’t want something?” It was odd that she’d just give this to him.

// Closed rp

#(thank you so much!)#theanonhacker #tw: drug mention #rp

Phil let out a breathy little laugh and then pursed his lips. “Cute. Yeah, the air fresheners. How much you want?” He asked, gesturing to her backpack. “I can get the money. I’m good for it.”

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A-Z HEADCANONS FOR MY CHARACTERS

Alignment :: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play? Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why? Co-Habitate :: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in? Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details? Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it? Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo? Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long? Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising? Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper? Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard? Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family? Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it? Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock? Network :: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others? Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple? Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence? Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about? Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks? Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head? Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big? Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans? Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of? Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces? X-Ray :: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves? Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about? Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

#ask meme #ask me things!

// Closed rp

@phil-is-burning

“Be honest you do more than secretly sell drugs here in the shop and on the Deep Web,right?“ The hacker asked, while her eyes casually wandered around. “W-what do you mean?“ The male shopkeeper asked, feeling uncomfortable. “The human trafficking website you get paid to admin. I told you, I know everything about you,“ she turned her head at the shopkeeper. “Leave…now,“ he orders and points at the exit. “Oh,I will be out of here soon…” Aria sighs.“before the cops come.“ “L-look I just got offered a lot of money,okay. I didn’t participate in kidnapping, torture or anything.I swear.“ Aria leaned against the counter and tilted her head. “Um, actually you agreed to work with them willingly, so yeah… you kinda did participate.” “H-here, t-take these.” The shopkeeper slides the three small zip bags that contained pure white powder along the counter towards the hacker. His hands and voice were shaken at being exposed by the unexpected customer. “Y-you want free drugs? Money? I-I’m not the real bad guy here. I-If you want me to give my bosses info, I can give you. Please!“

“Actually, I forwarded the information I gain about them to a very special group that would love to meet them in person.“ Aria put her hand inside the pocket of her dark green loose jacket and pulled out her smartphone. “Infact, I think they already did. Ever heard of Red Room?“ She asked, swiping through her phone before showing the dealer an image on the screen. It showed two men on their knees with their hands tied up behind their backs. They both had a horrified expression on their face. The shopkeeper’s eyes started to gloss and his lips quivered at the sight of the image. “I will take that,thank you.“ She replied with a lower voice before taking the three small bags of cocaine and put them inside of her backpack. She snickered as she turned her back,getting ready to walk out of the auto shop. “Look at the bright side, at lea-“ Her steps halted when she saw a young blonde male standing in front of her. Aria stared blankly in response to his unaware presence. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear their whole ‘conversation’? And was that old spice perfume she smelled? Aria zipped her backpack and threw it over her shoulder, she made an eye contact with the young male as she slowly passed him. “Sorry,mate.I think you need to find a new place to shop at.This one is out of business.“ She spoke to the blonde with her Swedish accent, trying to remain casual as she walked out of the store.

#(here's my reply finally!)#(i'm sorry it took so long)#(but i totally enjoy long replies and such so don't worry!)#rp #theanonhacker #tw: drug mention

It was hot and Phil was miserable. He had no AC in his damn apartment and was sweating a gallon a minute. Not to mention that his guys decided they needed their shit today instead of Friday, like they’d agreed on. Fuckers.

With any luck, he’d just get Josh from the shop to loan him a couple bags and come back with the money he’d get paid with it. Josh knew he was good on his word. He wouldn’t be making much of a profit but at least he’d get a buzz and be able to keep his shitty life.

When Phil got to the door of the shop, he noticed a woman talking to Josh and decided to just stand by the door and wait. Like hell he was gonna do a deal with someone else in there. Except it didn’t sound like she was all that innocent anyway.

And then Phil watched her take the fucking drugs. He knew what he’d heard was dangerous, but he was already up shit creek and those were his only paddle. He watched her walk past and then gave Josh a look before hurrying after her.

“Hey!” He called, running up to turn and block her path. His smile was more menacing than friendly. “The fuck do you think you’re going with those?”

I’m definitely looking to rp using this little asshole again. Hit me up if you feel like being hanging out with Phil. Warning: he bites.

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“I won’t stop telling you how cute you are.” He leaned forward, resting his forehead against his. He looked him in the eyes.

Phil gave a hard swallow and felt the ice around his heart melt just a little. “Why are you so nice to me?”

“Honestly… I like you. I think that you hide behind a tough exterior but really, deep down, you’re a kind hearted person.”

Phil shrugged a little. “Doesn’t matter, I guess. Come if you want.” It was Phil’s way of saying he didn’t want to be alone. He then met Mason’s eyes, searching them. “Promise?”

Phil’s eye’s flickered to Mason’s lips and then his eyes again. “Far, far away, alright? If they find me, they’ll kill me.”

“No one’s going to kill you. You hear me? If anyone hurts you, I’ll hurt them, and I’m not usually a very violent person. I care about you. I will not let anything happen to you.”

“Well, now someone has,” Mason replied with a smile. “Can I be honest? I really want to kiss you right now.”

Phil dropped his hand and searched Mason’s eyes. “Then kiss me.”

Mason closed his eyes as their lips met. He gently ran his fingers through Phil’s hair. He wasn’t sure why but he felt somewhat attached to the younger man.

#rp

@phil-is-burning

“What would you do with one million dollars?”

“Buy an island, probably. I need to get the fuck out of this town.”

“I have always wanted an island. Where you thinking?”

“Somewhere warm and private, where I don’t have to deal with a bunch of dickhead junkies every day.”

“Let’s go. Right now, you and me. We can go anywhere you’d like. You’ll never have to see this place again.”

Phil looked over at him with a small, cheeky smile. “You’re joking. I don’t have the money for that.”

“I do,” Mason replied with a smile of his own. He gently nudged Phil’s arm. “I’m not kidding, let’s go.”

Phil’s brow furrowed. “I’m no freeloader. Give me two weeks.” He rubbed at his temple. “I’ll figure something out.”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Let me do this, please. Let’s go somewhere, just for a few days.”

Phil searched his eyes and worried his bottom lip between his teeth. “Just a few days?” He clarified. “Alright..”

“Just a few days. We can go anywhere you’d like. You won’t have to worry about a thing.”

Phil thought on it for a minute and then gave a small, almost shy smile. “I’ve never been to the beach.”

“Then we’ll go to the beach,” Mason replied with a grin. He leaned in to kiss Phil’s cheek. “You’re cute when you smile like that.”

Phil’s lashes fluttered as he shook his head and looked downward in embarrassment, gently shoving Mason’s face away. “Stop it..”

#rp

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“What kind of drugs do you sell?”

Phil’s head snapped over to look at whomever had spoken. “Excuse me?”

“I asked what kind of drugs you sell. I’m interested. Well, I will be, if you have anything good.”

Phil cracked a smile and looked him over. “What, you some kind of narc or something? What makes you assume I sell?”

“I’ve heard things,” Mason said, putting on a smile of his own. “What I want to know is, if you’ve got anything special for me.”

Phil looked around and chewed at his bottom lip before scooting closer and giving a single upwards nod of the head. “Yeah, I’ve got a few things coming in. Anything you need. Are you looking for something in particular?”

Mason leaned even closer, leaving their faces only inches apart. “I’m looking for something dangerous. Something even the most hardcore drug users would hesitate to take. You got anything like that?”

Phil blinked a few times, leaning back as much as he could against the counter. “First off, you need to back up before I give you something that’ll make your nose bleed.” He snarked. “But yeah, I got something like that. Couple things. You looking to snort, pop, smoke, or inject?”

He chuckled, staying exactly where he was. “You’re gonna knock me out, huh? Go on, give me your best shot. It’s been a while since anyone’s kicked my ass. Well, without me paying for it.”

Phil gave him a look, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. “C’mon man. I’m not looking for a fight.” He reached up to scratch at his own head of blonde hair, biting at his lip. “You got the money?”

“I’ve got plenty of money.” He still didn’t move, staying incredibly close to the other man. “You know, I’ll need someone to share those drugs with. I’m always looking for good company.”

Phil searched his eyes, holding onto the edge of the counter behind him. “I don’t do them man, I just sell them. I might smoke from time to time but I ain’t no junkie.” He then nodded and pushed his way past, gesturing for Mason to follow him back to his room.

Mason followed after him. “You’re awfully sweaty for someone who doesn’t do drugs. I don’t mean any offense by that. I guess I don’t know much about your personal life.” He looked around, taking in his surroundings.

Phil looked back at him over his shoulder as he walked. “It’s just really hot, man. A/C’s broke.” He was lying but he really didn’t want to be seen as the guy who smoked his stash. Phil walked into his bedroom. It was a mess. Clothes were strewn about, empty cans of Red Bull and empty bottles of cheap beer littered the floor and every flat surface. Random posters of horror movies and Bob Marley were hung on the dirty walls. And it smelled of must and cigarette smoke. He leaned over and pulled a box from under his messy bed, setting it atop the stained sheet that was pulled from one corner of the mattress. Opening it up, Phil chewed on the pad of his thumb as he surveyed what he had. “I’ve pretty much got all the regular shit. You want uppers or downers?”

“You know what I think? I think you’re lying to me.” Mason casually walked across Phil’s room and laid himself across his bed. He was so nonchalant, it was as if he had been invited to do so. “How about we try some uppers first?”

He made himself comfortable as he carefully studied the box in front of Phil, then he looked up at him. “You know, I can’t do all of that by myself. I’ll need some help.”

Phil frowned at him. “You’re seriously gonna call me a liar right now, dude?” He took out a baggie of white powder and tossed it to him. “I’ll do it with you. Just this once.” He smirked, sitting cross-legged on the bed. He pulled over a skin mag that had a razor blade and a dollar bill. “You first.” He said, rubbing at his nose with his thumb.

“No, I just think that maybe you’re a little self-conscious. Don’t worry, I’m not going to judge you.” Mason picked up the tiny bag and looked it over. He smirked. “I’m very pleased to hear that. We’re going to have a lot of fun.”

He nodded towards the razor blade and the dollar bill. “That’s cute. You’ve got everything all set up. It must just be for your customers, right? Free samples?” He laughed. “I’m just kidding.”

He didn’t hesitate to dump the white powder. He quickly made a line and snorted it. Once he was finished, he jabbed at the magazine with his middle finger. “You got any more of this kind of stuff?”

Phil’s smile grew. “Yeah, man. Free samples.” He snorted. “My ass. If somebody wants free samples, they can go to fuckin’…Hank. My shit’s too good to be free.”

Phil watched him and then raised a brow, taking the magazine and snorting his own line. “Coke or titty mags?” He smirked, rubbing at his nostril with his thumb. “I got both.”

“I bet you’ve got the best shit in town,” Mason replied with a smirk. He leaned in close, their foreheads nearly touching. “And I’m sure your drugs are pretty good too.”

He looked down at the magazine. “You got anything with less tits and more dicks?”

Phil’s lashes fluttered as Mason leaned in close. This time, he didn’t lean away. “Are you hitting on me?” He asked, eyes flickering down to the other man’s lips. “Complimenting my shit definitely is a…different angle.” He then looked down at the magazine and then again, up at Mason. “I’ve got one or two..”

“I’m definitely hitting on you. I’m glad you finally noticed.” Resting a hand on Phil’s thigh, he chuckled. “I’m not complimenting your literal shit… But maybe you have something else that might impress me.” He glanced at the other man’s crotch. “You feel me?”

Phil looked down at his hand and then back up at his face. “I’m gonna need a another hit before I start fucking around like that.” He quickly did another line and then let out a long shaky breath, wiping his nose on his palm.

He set the magazine to the side and crawled into Mason’s lap. “You tell anybody about this ‘n I’ll cut your throat.” He purred. “Damn lucky I’m a two-line fag or else I woulda already done it.” He chuckled darkly.

Mason frowned, looking down at the other man. “What’re you doing?” He shook his head. “No, I don’t like that. Why are you sitting in my lap?” He had taken Phil’s actions as a sign of submission.

From experience, he had learned that it was much better to be completely honest with a potential partner. He made it a habit to tell them exactly what he wanted.

“I’m just into more hardcore stuff. I’d rather you pin me down, rip all my clothes off, and fuck me until I beg for mercy.” He paused a moment before adding, “Spoiler alert, I won’t.”

Phil sat there, dumbly, in his lap, mouth opening and closing with embarrassment. He crawled off of his lap and sat back in his spot, hands trembling slightly from the drugs.

“You want me to top?” He asked, eyes searching Mason’s face as he rubbed at his own cheek. “Fuck it, I’ll try. Threat still stands though.”

“You don’t top?” Now Mason was dumbfounded. “I assumed you were a top. I, uh… I guess that’ll teach me to assume things. Would you try? For me? I’ll make it worth your while, for sure.”

He reached up to gently caress Phil’s cheek. “I’ll go easy on you. I won’t be too critical. Just do the best you can.” At this point, Mason would be happy with what he could get. Phil seemed like a nice enough guy. Mason certainly wasn’t going to give him a hard time.

Phil shrugged. “Never really been asked. Usually I just get bent over, y’know. It just happens and then it’s done. I’ve never complained though.”

He then crawled up between Mason’s thighs and nipped at his ear, his hands pushing him back onto the mattress. “If you fucking think this gets you out of paying me, I’ll hunt your skinny ass down. Now get up and bend over.” He sat up on his knees, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure if he was doing this right.

“Of course, I’m paying. What kind of guy do you think I am? Would it make you feel any better if I emptied my pockets? I’ll give you everything I have, right now. That way, if I try to leave, there’s no way I’ll be able to stiff you.”

He got up and bent over, shaking his ass. “Just say the word and I’ll turn my pockets inside out. I didn’t bring too much with me though, just a few thousand. I prefer to travel lightly when I visit renowned drug dens.” He couldn’t help but smirk.

Phil snorted, standing behind him. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll know your good for it when your pants are on the ground.” He leaned over him, gripping his hips tight to smirk against his ear. “I think I’ll be the one stiffing you instead.”

Phil’s fingers found their way to Mason’s front where they began attempting to undo his pants with one and palm at him with the other. “You’re a sweet talker is all you are. Think you’re real fuckin’ cute, don’t you?”

“A sweet talker, huh? That’s what you think I am?” Mason chuckled, reaching down to undo his own pants. “Let me help you. You seem to be struggling a little.” He was only teasing. Maybe he would give Phil a hard time after all. It was all in good fun, of course.

Once his pants were undone, he pulled them down, around his ankles. His bare bottom was now exposed. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, as usual.

A few things fell from his pocket, including a brown, leather money clip. It was worn from years of use and stretched out from holding the large amount of bills that were inside.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I think you are.” Phil huffed, pouting a little when Mason undid his own pants and shoved them down.”You’ve got a smart-ass mouth on you though.”

Phil’s eyes were immediately drawn to the large wad of bills at their feet. That would certainly get him on his dealer’s good side; or at least get him off his ass for a while. Phil licked his lips and then spread Mason’s cheeks, spitting down between them and spreading his saliva over his hole with the pads of his middle and ring fingers. “Bet you’re real fuckin’ tight.”

“I’m just messing with you.” He grinned, pausing a moment before adding, “But if you don’t like it, you could always punish me.” He wiggled his ass, then moaned as Phil begun to touch him. “Yeah, I’m real fucking tight. Why don’t you slip that fat cock inside me and find out for yourself?”

He bent over even farther, reaching back to spread his cheek. “I’ll hold it open for you. Give me all you’ve got. Don’t hold back.”

Phil cursed under his breath and shoved his pants down as quick as he could, giving himself a couple of good strokes as he watched Mason hold himself open. “Sure you don’t want me to finger you first?” He asked, stepping in closer and rubbing his head against Mason’s entrance.

“Normally, I’d say no, but since it’s your first time topping, I’ll go easy on you.” He smirked, holding back a chuckle. “Do whatever you’d like. Finger me, lick me, spank me. Get a feel for it. Become one with my behind.” He looked back at Phil.

Phil snickered and licked his lips. “Just making sure.” He then shoved himself inside of Mason, tilting his head back with a groan and a smile. “Fuck…that’s better than pussy.” His fingertips dug into Mason’s hips until he bottomed out with a small hiss. “Fuuuckkk.”

Mason groaned loudly as he felt Phil enter him. He was glad that the other man had decided not to waste any time. “Fuck me hard, give me all you’ve got.” He was already moving back against Phil’s cock, eager for it. He whined softly, wanting more. “Call me a dirty slut. Tell me how fucking filthy I am.”

Phil nodded, licking and biting at his lip as he gripped Mason’s hips with a bruising force. He pulled his hips back and snapped them forward again, groaning out loud. “Fuck…you’re a dirty slut. Disgusting. Piece. Of shit.” He growled, snapping his hips to punctuate each word. “I’m gonna fuck you so you stay fucked.”

“Yes! Fuck yes! Keep doing that. It feels so damn good.” Mason moaned loudly, arching his back. He didn’t touch himself, he was still holding himself open for the other man. “K-keep going… keep telling me how disgusting I am. I’m a filthy whore. Fuck, s-spank me. God, this feels so fucking good.”