cassidy

me after having a seizure after being seizure free for years and having to have a painful disclosure conversation at work where it was heavily implied I should find somewhere less stressful to work before I'd even managed to get in contact with my neurologist:

(parker ellis x f!reader)

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut (strap usage, strap referred to as dick, r!receiving), pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl, daddy)

wc: 2.5k

it's saturday evening, you and your girlfriend parker just got home after a date night. it's been a while since you went on a "proper" date so you took full advantage of the occasion.

the two of you all but tumble out of your ride share, still a bit tipsy from the drinks you had at dinner. parker's hands have not left your waist since you left the restaurant, maybe even earlier.

once you make it to your apartment, parker reattaches her lips to your neck.

"parker, baby...please just wait one second," you whine as you try to unlock the door with shaky hands and knees.

she's never one to shy away from physical affection but tonight she is all over you, not that you're complaining.

"can't help it," she shrugs. "you look so sexy in this outfit, been waiting patiently all night to get my hands on you." she punctuates her words by sucking a hickey into your neck.

you finally unlock the door and parker follows you into your shared home. before you could even take your shoes and jacket off, parker pushes you against the back of the door.

she gives you a searing kiss and you reciprocate the passion, moaning at the way her tongue is licking around the inside of your mouth. she still tastes faintly of whiskey.

you push her away gently before you can get too carried away. "waiting patiently? oh please parker, you've been all over me all night!"

it's true. when you think back to various parts of the night, you can see parker's hands on your waist, or ass, or thigh.

she got even bolder on the car ride home. her fingers continued creeping up your inner thigh until you had to silently scold her. you weren't opposed to a drunken make out in the back of an Uber, but when she started tugging at your top, trying to free your breasts you convinced her to reel it in until you got home.

she raises a challenging eyebrow at you, but when she opens her mouth to speak nothing comes out.

"see you can't even deny it, can you?" you could tell parker's patience is wearing thin, but you aren't done teasing her.

"is it such a crime to be a little needy for my girl? especially when she's all dressed up for our date and wearing my favorite perfume. fuck baby, you're killing me here."

her hand is holding your chin up, forcing you to hold eye contact. her lustful gaze makes your pussy throb, but you're determined to keep your composure. you have special plans for her tonight.

you soften at her touch. "no, not a crime. but you need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself." you poke her chest for emphasis.

"oh, i know how to keep my hands to myself. but if you think i'm gonna abstain from having sex tonight to prove a point then you've lost it sweetheart."

you laugh, "of course not. you'll get what you've been begging for...after we play a little game."

parker removes her hand your face with a huff, but you catch it in yours to guide her to the bedroom.

"ever heard of the game too hot?" you beckon parker over to the bed.

"no, but i'm sure you know all about being too hot, huh baby?" parker is the first to laugh at her corny comment which is mostly what makes you laugh too.

"well, this is how you play. we make out..." you hardly get the words out before parker agrees, clearly trying to contain how eager she is.

"but, we can't touch each other."

parker's smile drops. "you can't be serious."

"what? not up for a challenge? you can do anything you want to me if you win."

parker's fingers come up to her chin, pretending to think. "how do i win?" you knew this would pique your girlfriend's competitive nature.

you lean in to whisper into her ear, "you get me to touch you first."

the second the words leave your mouth, parker turns her head to meet your lips. you notice the way her hands come up to grip your face, but stop awkwardly mid air when she remembers the rule of the game.

parker isn't the only one almost lost immediately. her kiss caught you so off guard that you almost grabbed her shoulders to steady yourself.

"fuck," you moan against her lips. "this might be harder than i thought." your hands grip the bedsheets under you, trying to stay grounded.

"aww, missin' my hands already? this was your idea baby," parker teases. her hands rest on the top of her head. the way her biceps bulge sends a rush of heat through your body. all you want to do is reach out and squeeze them.

you whine pathetically into the kiss. you're getting impatient and you're seconds away from surrender...until parker starts talking again.

"you're soaked, i can smell it from here. just surrender and i'll take good care of you baby."

well you can't give up now. you bite her bottom lip for teasing you, making her moan into your mouth.

"brat," she mumbles, biting your lip back. "that's okay though. i bet that attitude is gonna disappear when i win this game."

she adjusts her body and uses her arms to brace herself as you kiss her with more force.

as much as you love kissing your girlfriend, you desperately need more. still not willing to give up so easily you think of a new way to tease her.

you slide the straps of your top off of your shoulders subtly. parker's eyes are closed so she doesn't notice when your shirt is sitting around your waist.

when you drift slightly away from the kiss parker opens her eyes and sees you with your arms around your back, struggling to undo your bra without breaking the kiss.

"fuck baby, is that allowed?" parker licks her lips as she peers down at your bare chest.

"well, i'm not touching you am i?" you look up at her with innocent eyes. your pupils are blown out swallowing your irises whole.

"i don't think that's fair sweetheart. i haven't been teasing you like that," parker says huskily. maybe she hasn't been teasing you on purpose, but she's so sexy she probably can't help it.

"no? waving those guns in my face isn't teasing?" parker only laughs at that.

at this point you two are hardly making out, just mumbling against each other's lips and breathing in the same air. but the both of you keep your hands to yourself, for now.

"okay fuck this game, i can't take this anymore..." you whine after only another minute or two. your soaked underwear clinging to your pussy was your final straw.

you wrap your arms around parker's shoulders, officially making contact and losing the game.

"will you take care of me now, please?" your voice cracks a little at the end of your sentence.

parker's heart swells at the sight of you. a part of her wants to tease you for losing the game, but she can't when you look like this. eyes wide, lips puffy and wet. you're shivering mostly from the desperation, but being topless can't be helping. the way your shirt still sits around your waist is the cherry on top.

her hands come up to cradle your face. "of course i can, my love." you nuzzle into her touch. it's been ages since you felt the warmth of her hands.

"i want to take your strap...so your hands are free. i need to feel you everywhere parker, please."

she swallows a moan at your request. "need me that bad, huh?" you only nod, your mind is too fuzzy with need to banter with her anymore.

"okay baby. whatever you want," she kisses you before her hands drop your face. parker gets up to grab the harness and dildo.

"use the purple one," you say in a soft, shaky voice and parker turns around with a smug grin.

"look at you, still using your words even though you can barely think straight. you're such a good girl. can't wait to get my hands on you the way i've been wanting all night."

she turns back around to the drawer of toys to get your favorite. the purple dildo also happens to be her biggest.

you whimper at her words and she just turns her head to shoot you another smile.

her back is still toward you as she undresses. she takes her shirt off with both hands, slow and steady. you could see her muscles ripple under her skin.

you continue to watch her undress and slip on the harness. you follow suit and finally remove the shirt that had been halfway down your body and your bottoms. you leave your underwear on for parker to take off.

"ready baby?" parker sits beside you on the bed and you lift your hips so she can take your underwear off. you say yes, quiet but sure.

she peels the ruined cotton off of your sopping pussy, "holy shit, you're so wet. all this just from kissing me?" you can only whimper in response.

parker jerks her head to the side and pats her lap, signaling you to come sit on it. "come ride this dick, baby," she rasps. you immediately crawl over to her and straddle her lap.

she teases the toy at your entrance with one hand, "i'm gonna put it in okay?" her other hand grips your chin gently to search your face for any sign of hesitation.

with your word, parker pushes the silicone toy into your aching cunt. you steady yourself by holding onto her shoulders, moaning loudly at the way she's stretching you out.

"fuck baby, you're so big," you whine. "feels so good inside me." your eyes roll back as she pulls you down onto the toy. parker chokes back a moan at the way you treat the strap like its real.

"i know sweetheart, you can take it. just like that...good fucking girl," she praises as she watches you take all of her. her hands move to your hips to hold you steady, rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

you close your eyes and steady your breathing as you adjust to the fullness of her thick strap. "fuck," you pant as you start rocking your hips. slow and steady at first, but once you get into a good rhythm you start getting eager.

"woah, baby what's the rush? slow down let me take my time with you..." parker tightens her grip on your hips and slows your movements.

you follow her lead and slow down with a dramatic sigh. "parker i need more..."

"i love how eager you are tonight, but you lost the game darlin'. so daddy's gonna fuck you her way, got it?" her tone starts as sweet and a bit condescending. rough hands rubbing your face gently.

you're already slipping into that headspace and you hardly notice when her tone becomes more dominant. your mind may not notice yet, but your body does.

"answer me," her hand grips your chin.

you force out a yes in between heavy sighs. she smirks in satisfaction, "alright...then behave."

she continues moving you up and down her strap slowly with a loose grip that only tightens when you try to rush her. she's talking you through it in that voice that turns your brain to mush. all you could think about is finally feeling her.

parker savors all of your curses and whiny moans. "you look so good riding me like that, nice and slow. keep going, show me what you can do gorgeous." her voice is low and raspy.

her breathing is getting heavier even though she's not exerting much energy yet. she swears she can feel you clenching around her strap at her praise.

her hands leave your waist and slide up across your stomach until they reach your breasts. "i love your body so much," she hums in appreciation. "go faster baby, i wanna see these tits bounce." she squeezes them and move her hands back to your waist to steady you as you speed up.

you're a stuttering mess as you bounce on her strap as fast as you can. once you find your rhythm parker starts fucking up into you, not satisfied just sitting back and watching anymore.

"oh fuck," you choke out, using all your strength to continue slamming back down onto her strap. your head lulls forward knocking into her forehead.

parker presses a filthy kiss to your lips, the first one since you spent half the night making out. you moan into her mouth savoring the feeling of her tongue dancing with yours.

she knows you're getting close when you lose your rhythm. "daddy, please..." you whine when she breaks the kiss. you stare at her with glossy, half lidded eyes. you're so close and all you want is for your girlfriend to finish you off.

parker lets out a throaty moan at the sound of your wrecked voice calling her that. "fuck, i got you baby. hold onto me."

she tightens her grip on your waist and bucks her hips as hard as she can. "you fucking love this, don't you? squeezing my dick so tight i can hardly move."

you can't form coherent thoughts when she's hitting that sweet spot inside of you, just breathy, strangled whines.

the way the strap brushes against her clit combined with the sight and sounds of you taking her has parker close. she doesn't always finish this way, but the long night of foreplay has left her extra sensitive.

she's talking you through it between heavy grunts and the whole scene sends you of you flying toward your climax as well.

you use one hand to rub your clit as parker continues slamming into you. "i...i'm - fuck." the dual stimulation pushes you over the edge faster than you expect.

"that's it, baby. come all over this dick, let me feel it."

the next deep thrust makes your body arch violently as you gush all over her strap. she continues to fuck you through it, finding her own release not long after.

you slump into parker's body with a shaky sigh. she wraps her arms around you and caresses your back. "you did so good baby," she whispers as she kisses the side of your head.

when you catch your breath, parker gently pulls you off her strap and lays you down on your back. she shushes your whines as cleans you up, leaving kisses on any skin she could reach.

your heart swells watching her hover above you. "c'mere," you whisper as you pull her down by her chain telling her to lay on top of you.

she complies, resting her full body on top of yours like a weighted blanket. you hold her tight, savoring the closeness.

however, you do need to recognize the blatant racism that has taken root in most anti-garsantos sentiments.

garcia is abrasive. at times, she can be mean. in season 2, the whole “nepo baby” situation is a bit aggressive.

but garcia is not aggressive. she, in the grand scheme of things, is not mean. her softest moments are with santos.

the conclusion that garcia is abusive, and the conclusion that she is sexually promiscuous, or a fuckboy, is rooted in racism. in prejudiced ideas that have been used to dehumanize black and brown women for centuries.

many have said this, and it is not my intention to repeat the sentiment simply for the sake of it. i bring this up again so that we might also consider the infantilization of santos that often goes hand in hand with this sort of prejudice against garcia.

with garcia painted as an abuser, santos becomes the abused. a narrative is crafted that frames santos as someone who needs to be saved from garcia, effectively stripping her of all her agency and autonomy. she is made small, relegated to the category or status of helpless victim, denied her full personhood.

that is infantilization.

it is also racism.

infantilization is a core tenet of racism.

when you engage with fan content, particularly of other santos ships, and particularly of barantos—though i appreciate barantos, there are a non-negligible number of works that present at least one of these phenomena—do not do so idly. just because it is not real does not mean that it has no bearing on what is.

garcia is not abusive. santos is not helpless. al-hashimi is not her savior.