#phillip x reader

Now, for this let’s say you’ve known these two since childhood

You’ve always been seen as…a rather odd gal to the over kids

Most likely due to the fact you were shorter than the rest of your grade

Not that Little howie or phill mind! They still liked being your friends!

Now present day, you were dating the two oddballs!

Phillip does, in fact, tease both you and howard about the fact he’s tallest of you three

“The weather looking good down there hun?~” Phillip cooed, draping his arm against your shoulder as he leaned up against you “Honestly it’s pretty cold up here..could use some nice warmth from my favourite gaaaaalllll~”

“PHILL! Enough teasing them like that! You…you dingbat!-“ Howard shouted, lightly pushing Phillip off of you as the bearded man let out a hearty laugh in response

“Cmon howie! An’t my fault you kept avoiding milk like the plague!” He teased him as he continued to giggle

“Y-You!- we are scientists yet you act like a child!” Howard huffed, turning away “it wouldn’t kill you to act more mild…”

But at the end of it all, the two still very much love you!

Your almost always the little spoon when the three of you cuddle given your height, preeety hard to big spoon when the guys your spoon are taller then you

Rolling with the fluffy headcannons. Phillip prefers forehead kisses and Howard like hand kisses

Phillip likes seeing your reaction of his beard tickling your face and Howard is just a old fashioned gentleman (the two of them won’t admit but mouth kisses get them really flustered hehe)

They’ve definitely taken you to the bar they frequently alot or take you fishing with them for dates

On the topic of the bar, Howard is definitely trying to teach you how to play pool! It may be a while before you get the hang of it since the stick is waaaaay longer then your arms and it’s awkward to hold

At the end of the day, don’t mess with two dudes who literally saw god and their tiny ass gf

Graves loved the rodeo, much like the many other country men.

Mainly, he loved the show of it.

The display.

Competitions to show off which cowboy was the manliest?

That was right up his alley.

But there was one other large reason why he loved the rodeo...

The women.

Dimes from all over would come to watch and fawn and drool at the men competing.

And he's had his fair share of each.

But every single one of those girls were blown completely out of the water by you.

The woman he had caught sight of during the bull ride.

And you had caught sight of him, too.

Your eyes locked with the handsome man riding the bull, and you smiled, giving him a nod of approval.

He was remarkably good at it.

But what was even more remarkable, was the minute his ride was finished, he started walking over to you.

He winked, blowing out his bottom lip with the smallest smirk as he approached.

He tipped his hat as he got closer.

"You a rodeo fan, there, missy?"

You smirked, leaning up against the fence.

"I come and I go."

Graves chuckled as he placed his hands on his hips.

"Well, darlin'. I reckon we both got a little something out of this rodeo then," he tilted his hat up just slightly to reveal his bright, blue eyes.

"I'd be doin' myself a disservice if I didn't ask for your name."

You tutted, a sly smirk growing on your lips.

"Don't think you've earned my name yet, cowboy. You're gonna have to do more than that."

Graves winked, his smile growing into a sly one as he took a step towards you.

He placed one hand on the fence, leaning over slightly, so that he was closer to you.

Face-to-face.

"You like the sound of sugar?" He whispered.

He knew that this would either work or wouldn't.

If it didn't?

He had other ways to make you talk.

He had the kinda of confidence that would make him believe any other tactic would work.

"It'll do," you smiled up at him, your eyes dark and inviting.

He moved his hand on the fence over to your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone ever so slightly.

His head was tilted down, giving himself a better view of you, as well as a chance to get his face closer to yours.

"What's a pretty lady like you doin' all 'lone in the bleachers?" He asked cockily, "Where's your cowboy?"

"Don't got one," you nodded, "Flyin' solo today."

Your smirk grew.

"How 'bout you? You got a cowgirl waitin' for you at home?"

You eyed the hand on your cheek, before leading your gaze back to his.

"If I'm goin' off where your hand is, my guess would be no."

Graves chuckled, his eyes staying trained on yours.

"You'd be right, sugar. No girl at home waitin'. Don't even got a girl at the rodeo waitin'."

He raised a brow, his thumb still caressing your cheek.

"You lookin' to change that?"

He leaned even closer, waiting for you to make the next move.

"Butterin' me up s'not gonna get you nowhere..." You tried to fight off a smile.

But you couldn't help it.

This man was doing something to you.

Graves smirked, noticing the way he was making you feel.

He moved his hand from your cheek, resting it on yours.

He looked as if he was going to lean in for a kiss, but instead, he breathed in close to your ear.

"I like a woman who can handle herself."

His voice was gravelly and smooth at the same time, sending a shiver down your spine.

He slowly pulled away, allowing a few inches between you two again.

"And I think I might just have me one of those..."

You carefully took his hand from yours, turning it to lay flat across his chest.

"You sure 'bout that? As far as you're concerned, I could be an ax murderer," you asked teasingly, "You really know me?"

Graves chuckled, your fingers running across his chest, making him grin even wider.

"It ain't about the knowledge I have, darlin'. S'bout the chemistry between us right now. And besides..."

He smiled.

Your fingers were still caressing his chest.

"I know your type. And you ain't an ax murderer."

"Oh, really?" You cocked a brow, "Then what am I, cowboy?"

Graves didn't hesitate with his answer.

"The type that has a hard time admitting she's got a soft spot for the Southern boy-next-door type."

He smirked, knowing full well the type he just described was you to a T.

"So maybe you're not all brawn..." You teased with a smile, giving his chest a little flick before starting off towards where the rest of the crowd was headed.

The after party was happening at Davies, a popular local bar joint.

And you sure as shootin' weren't gonna miss it.

"You comin' or what, cowboy?"

The flick had sent chills up the man's spine, and your smirk made him grin even more.

"Yeah, I'm comin'," he said with his own smirk before moving to follow you.

"You just lead the way, gorgeous."

“P-Phil,” you whispered panicked as you crossed your legs under the dinner table, the warm vibration of the little bullet causing the ripples to spread through your lower half. 

He smirked, flipping the volume up slowly on his phone as he let out a cough to stifle your hand gripping his thigh under the crowded restaurant. 

“What’s goin’ on babe?” he pandered to your scrunched face, the waves beginning to build more and more as you let out low breaths from your nostrils, “something wrong with the food?” his lips pouting as he sipped on his wine, his phone safely in his farthest pocket as he pat the spot. 

“Y-you k-know exactly w-what,” straining your voice just enough to catch the attention of Paul across the table. 

“Y/N?” he set his fork down, watching as you slowly scooted around yin your chair, the speed picking up on your clit as you took a huge swig of water, “everything okay?” his eyebrow raising as he watched your embarrassed and aroused face smile at him. 

You slammed a hand on the table, a laugh escaping Phillip as he dialed the notch to the highest degree, hearing your gasps while you pushed your thighs closed as tight as possible. 

Your disheveled behavior signaling most of the people surrounding your group to look over at you as you held a shaky thumbs up. 

“J-just f-f-f-i-i o-oh f-fuck!” the pleasure sweeping over you in a huge tsunami while your doting boyfriend kept his chuckling up, clearing his throat while his cock twitched in his slacks. 

Your cries now signaling most of the restaurant to glance at you, flipping your hair back as you smoothed your dress over yourself, the overstimulation causing you to wince openly. 

“I-I’m s-sorry,” you whispered, taking another sip of water, “this chicken is j-just s-so good,” cooing as you took a hesitant bite, smiling as you chewed and completely mortified at what had just occurred. 

“Is it honey?” he cooed in your ear, kissing the side of your cheek as he smirked, exhaling a breath on your lobe as his aftershave wafted in your nose. 

“I think I may wanna have what you’re having,” Wendy piped up, signaling the waiter to grab her the same dish as you took another bite of the chicken, sipping on some wine while you sat in your own spend the remainder of the dinner. 

His hand brushed the inside of your thigh, teasing your wetness again as he nestled his face in your neck. Kissing your pulse as his family droned on about the week they had. 

“I wanna take you home so fuckin’ bad right now baby doll,” his deep baritone vibrating to your core while you let out a pained moan that only he could hear. 

“Then what are you waiting for?” moving your face to meet his while a hand snaked to tickle his goatee, “you already are in for a whippin’ anyway,” smirking as you pecked a kiss on his waiting lips. 

“Oh is that so?” his eyebrows raised, “wasn’t it you who suggested that we should spice things up tonight, darling?” his pandering insufferable as you popped your tongue on the roof of your mouth. 

“Not admitting to shit, huh?” he giggled, swirling his wine again to stare you down, your eyes becoming slits as you shook your head in shame. 

“You’re so hot when you’re mad,” his toothy smile peeking through the glass as he took a sip, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, making you salivate at the sight. Your lips curled in your teeth as you tried to hold back sucking a hickey over it in front of the family. 

“What are you lookin’ at angel?” he cooed, placing the cup on the cloth again to rub his hands on your thighs, your faces coming within inches of each other again making you revel in his signature scent. His buttons straining in his dress shirt as he reached his frame to you, enveloping you in the deepest of kisses, shoving his tongue with yours. 

“Okay,” brushing his very prominent erection in agreement, “I think you need to go home honey,” gripping his girth as he hitched a breath from the touch. 

He coughed again slightly, pushing his seat back and saluting his family as he grabbed your hand to escort you in front of him to leave the restaurant, bidding everyone goodbyes and air kisses while you sauntered your curves out of the doors. 

The drive back was excruciating, the bullet whizzing on your clit again as he couldn’t help himself with his new torture toy. Every stop light he changed the mode on it, beckoning a moan from your lips while he adjusted in his seat. 

His erection was so hard by the time you pulled in to the driveway he practically forgot to switch the car off to carry your ass inside. 

Bursting through in a fit of teeth, tongue, hands, and flailing appendages, he slammed the door with his large foot, taking the stairs to the bedroom with you bridal style two by two with you latched to his lower lip. 

He threw you on the bed, wiping the crimson from his mouth as he ripped his shirt off in one tug, your dress falling off of you in the blink of his eye as he took in your laced body. 

“Good God,” he hissed, lowering himself over you on the plush comforter, a fit of hair sprawled in a halo around your gorgeous face as he sucked in a breath, “how did I get the hottest wife in the whole world?” his lips kissing your jawline as you found his locks in your fingers. 

“You’re a smooth talker you naughty boy,” whispering with a chuckle as you pulled his throbbing cock to meet your entrance, “now fuck me like you mean it,” clawing his back as he lowered himself to touch your forehead with his. 

“Yes ma’am,” smirking as his gaze met his head, tapping on the top of the key before he inched himself in your sopping hole, “I think I gotta warm you up that way more often,” feeling your tightness choke his girth as he settled himself deep within you. 

“Shut your gorgeous mouth and fuck me babe,” you strained, his grin meeting you again as he set a punishing pace over you, the headboard banging the wall with every push he made. 

“Mmmm.. such a dirty little mouth my pretty wife has,” grunting at the feeling of your nails digging into his meaty shoulders, his tits straining with every moan he made over you. 

Melting into each other as the wails continued, and the pacing sped up. His tip touching your G-spot as he changed his angle slightly, making you choke on the air in a cry. 

“There we fuckin’ go,” he mused, pushing even further and faster as you cried under him, the sensation sending waves upon waves of fire through your spine as your release rose to new heights. 

“Fuckin’ cum all over my cock angel,” he growled, the sweat dripping from his short locks onto your glistening skin, digging into his biceps as you stared into his blackened eyes. 

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me baby doll,” he cooed, the damn breaking as a feral wail left your lungs, the pleasure sending you into overdrive as he reveled in your second climax of the night. 

It lasted longer than you could count, the ringing in your ears clouding the sounds in the room as you felt his warmth coat your insides in the most delicious way. 

The fog lifting when his movements slowed down, hearing his heavy pants as his seed spilled in its rightful place. 

“J-Jesus,” he huffed, removing to see the thick mixture spill from your gaping cunt as it begged to be plugged again. 

“That,” slapping the top of your thigh before crashing next to you on the bed in a thud, both your sweaty bodies spent in the best way as you listened to him continue, “was the best investment... Ever,” grabbing a handful of tit in a giggle. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself honey,” rolling your eyes again with a smirk. 

“I know you enjoyed yourself too, babe,” kissing your cheek, “and so did the entire restaurant,” in a huge fit of cackles as he dodged playful slaps from you and rightfully so. 

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I TOOK SOME INSPO FROM THE MOVIE THE UGLY TRUTH ON THIS ONE... I HOPE YOU LOVED THE TAKE I MADE ON IT HONEY! 

🖤, 

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I know George can be a little of a dick sometimes but this time he crossed the line. A duel. I will never understand why men die, literally, to prove the world their “honor”. They could do such without being so dramatic.  

It was a complicated situation, my friend on a duel to death with my boyfriend. If one of them kills the other I wouldn´t just lose the killed but the killer too. 

Never in my life felt my heart beating faster than now. While I saw the two men give each other backs and started to count to ten to kill the other. I didn’t trust the doctor on my side. He looked as nervous as I did, and that was bad. When I focused on the duel again My eyes locked with Phillip´s, just before he started to raise his gun to the sky. I smiled at him. If he didn´t shoot then George wouldn´t either. But then, when Phillip was at 7 and the gun almost fully pointing to the clouds above us, I heard the characteristic sound of a shoot, I watched and smelled how the air filled with gunpowder, how the red liquid spread on Hamilton´s white shirt, how his knees began to give in. I didn´t even think about it. I grabbed the doctor’s bag and started running in Phillip’s direction with the intention to catch him before his fall, but I didn’t. His knees impacted on the soft ground and he lowered his head to see the wound. His hands tinted with the same dark red of his shirt when he covered the injury. My eyes filled with tears and my vision went blurry, but I wouldn’t allow it. I allowed him to participate in this stupid duel and I let him fall, but I wasn’t going to allow him to die, even if that means I have to trade his life for mine. 

Omniscient narrator

Reaching Phillip’s side you let yourself fall on your knees and opened the bag that contained the necessary stuff to heal him. You were never this grateful for studying to be a nurse. While you take off the things you were going to need the boy beside you watched you with glassy desperate eyes. He didn’t want to die, he had so much more to see, feel, show… With his parents, his siblings… With you. He cupped your cheek with his bloody hand. The wet and warm touch made you focus your attention on him. His sad smile was too much for you. The sobs escaped from your lips without permission. 

“Don´t look at me like you’re going to die” Your voice was firm like an order, but, as in your eyes, it was evident the beg in it.

“(Y/N)-” 

“NO!” you yelled and grabbed his face as gentle as you could, but in this situation, it wasn’t much. “I do not allow you, I told yo- I told you this duel was a stupid thing, and when you are healthy enough I’m going to yell you and punch senseless for not listening to me” He chuckled lightly and nodded. You started to work again, slipping in the sterilized gloves and you began to clean the wound and patched it. Phillip just let you be, he didn´t know how many possibilities he had to live, but he knew if he wouldn’t let you tried it would be worst. After a glance at his eyes, you grabbed the first piece of clothing you saw and put it in his mouth. He quirked a brow but then he felt a horrible burning in his stomach and bit the fabric. you mumbled an apology and turned around to look at the doctor right where you left him the terror, still visible in his face. “For your sake, I hope the carriage is as close as it can be in less than a minute!” the man turned on his heels running to get the vehicle. Then you turned to Phillip’s friend, his second, searching for some composure. When you find it under the clear fear in his eyes you took the piece of material out of your boyfriend’s mouth and asked “Could you help me carry him to the carriage?” You saw him nod and wrapped Hamilton’s arm around his shoulder. You did the same thing and lay a hand on his chest. “We have to be careful I stopped the bleeding but any sudden movements won’t help…  At all” Both of you started to escort him as gentle and fast as you could. 

The travel was filled with a terrifying silence. You sat at Phillip’s left side with your arm wrapped around his, your hands intertwined. His head rested on your shoulder like its weight was too much for him. He wasn’t breathing, he was sucking as much air as he could. Sobs and whimpers leaving his lips now and then, your answer to that was squeezing his hand and run your free hand through his hair. 

Once in the hospital you explained just what had happened and your procedures to help. Then they took him away on a stretcher. you didn’t want to let go his hand, but you knew, if you let go this one time you could take it again a million more. So you did just that, but a second after you regretted it and started to follow the doctors so you could be with him. a man taller and stronger than you put himself in the way and with a soft voice told you to sit and wait for news about him. Someone asked a bunch of things about him, they asked for his family and send someone to call them. You answered automatically at everything but your head was in another place. 

You sat in a wooden chair. Your whole body shaking, hands full of your boyfriend’s blood, wet cheeks, your hair a mess, and your eyes and nose were puffy and red. It was quite a sight but you couldn’t care less. 

“Mr. Hamilton!” I raised my head and saw Mr. Hamilton there with eyes full of worry and horror. A man with glasses in front of him was explaining the same I explained when I arrived here. 

“Can I see him?” Alexander’s voice broke. 

“I’m sorry, right now the medics are working and they need space, but luckily he’ll live, thanks to the miss over there” he pointed at you “If she wouldn´t have been there he would have died”. You stood up and went to join the conversation. 

“So he’s going to live?” You started to cry again, but this time were happy tears. He was going to live. Phillip was going to be okay. 

The man nodded and smiled. 

“In a couple of hours you should be able to see him” Both you and Alexander left escape a sigh of relief. 

You waited and waited and waited. You were sat and then stand. At some point, Elizabeth Hamilton appeared. A doctor summarized the situation for her. When she heard that you saved her son she hugged you and thanked you. You hugged back and pat her back softly. 

Finally, we were able to see him, but you let the Hamiltons go first. They took their time, but it was understandable. It was your turn to talk to him. 

You reached his room. There he was. In a Hospital bed, pale as ever, and a little sweaty, but there he was. He was breathing you could see that but just to make sure, you let your head fell on his chest and heard the softs beatings of his heart. you sighed, relieved once more before looking at him. 

He smiled warmly at you.

“Hey” He nothing but whispered. 

“You stupid, stupid man” Your smile had nothing to do with the insult you just called him. He chuckled and took your hand. You sat at his side and cupped his cheek. “I swear to god if you ever scare me again like that I’ll kill you myself” He nodded and squeezed your hand. 

“Lay beside me?” You bit your lip, you wanted to do as he said. but you didn’t want to hurt him. “Please?” Oh, well, he used dis puppy eyes, there was no way you would say no to that. 

You lied down and rested your head on his chest as your hand drew random figures on his shirt.

“You saved my life” He whispered on your hair. You didn’t answer. You didn’t know what to say. Of course you saved him. What were you supposed to do? stay there and watched him die? 

wrapped his arm around you and hold you tight.