#carlliot

[beanbag0509]

for all my fellow carla x elliot enjoyers out there

[underwaterporcupines]

wishing all carlliot shippers a very pleasant evening (someone messed up carl’s order) @elliotdeckers :)

[blackthornass]

Growing up Carl shared a room with Carla and she was prone to night terrors so Carl would be the one to try and calm her down both before bed and in the middle of the night and that skill helped him in the future cuz Elliot is also Plagued By Visions (trauma dreams) and sometimes has like huge fucking anxiety about going to sleep so Carl is like.....… here is a melatonin gummy and some lavender essential oils. I will run my hands through your hair and let you hold me close like a stuffed animal. We can talk about random bullshit until you’re too tired to stay awake. I love you.

[beanbag0509]

so, a vigilante computer hacker and a transgender pyromaniac walk into a state prison 🤖🔥

[blackthornass]

i know its technically a crack ship since. yknow. theyve never fucking interacted. but i think elliot/carl is… kinda neat… 

[getmean]

OVERFLOW

200 words // canon divergence // nsfw

(carla/elliot under the cut!)

Her hand is gripping the back of Elliot’s neck like he’s a kitten. Long fingernails digging into his scruff. He’d sat and watched her file them earlier, snapping bubblegum like a teenager. Leg crossed over her knee. Leon’s arm around her shoulders. Elliot had ached with jealousy. He aches more now.

His jumpsuit is zipped to the very bottom. Cold air on his chest, prickling over with goosebumps from Carla’s nails, from being bared like this. The risk, the fear of getting caught. Elliot’s so hard in her fist that Carla had laughed when she’d first touched him; a soft exhale of breath. 

“You want me, huh?” she asks now, nails digging in deeper. Elliot just moans; a small, caught noise. Carla swipes her thumb through the wet at the head of his dick, and leans in close to whisper, “Getting off from a hand job like you’re fucking me.” Mouth to the shell of his ear. Those wicked nails. 

When he spills over her hand she keeps pumping him, leaning back so she can look at him as he hisses, and twists, sinks his teeth into his lips. 

She’s smiling, snapping her gum between her teeth the whole time.