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Criminal Minds Evolution

Small pieces:

Alphabet headcanons Elias Voit SFW

Alphabet headcanons Elias Voit NSFW

YOU’RE A STORM IN A TEACUP AND I’M STARTING TO LIKE THE CHAOS//Elias VoitxEvelyn

Episode 1: Evelyn exhausted after spending the last few days on running and hiding, hops into a taxi with the intention to flee the city. Unfortunately, the taxi driver isn’t what he appears to be.

Episode 2: Breaking into a house, whether it’s abandoned or not, comes with a risk of dealing with a proposition that it’s hard to decline.

Episode 3: 🎶Should I stay or should I go now?🎶 Elias starts messing with her head, manipulating her into thinking he’s her best option to survive. Plus a little bit of smug flirtation on his side.

Episode 4: She’s almost finally where he wants her to be. But the rest of the way they have to go on foot. Holding hands.

Episode 5: Welcome to a nice cozy Airbnb owned by a dangerous criminal mastermind who offers her a collaboration in exchange for helping hand.

Episode 6: All work and no play make Elias a dull boy. But boredom and attraction is a dangerous mix.

Episode 7: Elias has his clever ways to make her craving to do the exact opposite of what she wanted to or should do in the first place.

Episode 8: Accustomed to being the one in control Elias isn't ready for the tables to turn. His tactic of push-and-pull isn't one sided anymore. But the consequences of her actions will leave her breathless, wanting more... Even as they scare the hell out of her.

Episode 9: He makes some amends and takes her on a mission. They have a job to do. One simple job that definitely don't include breaking his rules and dancing in a stolen dress.

Episode 10: Elias craves Evelyn with every fabric of his being. He isn’t a gentle man, and this won’t be a gentle sex. He intends to overwhelm her, to take her apart, to claim her, to break down any defiance that’s left in her. He wants her surrender to be complete. And if that’ll happen to be too much for her?

Oh well, he thought, she’d seen that coming.

Episode 11: Everything about him is infuriating. The way he watches her with those dark blue eyes, always a step ahead. The way he can disarm her with a sarcastic remark or that cocky grin, cutting through her defenses like they are nothing. And then there is the way he touches her, like he knows exactly what buttons to press to make her body react a certain way. He is infuriating because she can’t stop wanting him, no matter how hard she tried to keep him at a distance.

The Sandman/Morpheus // Angel the series spin-off

This is bunch of stories with a future spin-off of Angel the series (anyone still a fan of this series or am I the only one still alive here? xd) about a girl who gained supernatural abilities and cosmic-like powers after her near-death experience. Even though she's O/C, I still refer to her as Reader. Stories will be putting here in the right order, but I think most of them can be read as a one-stand story.

(if it sounds confusing, that's ok, I don't know how to put it together for now yet. ^^ I have this established story about her in my head that started with Angel series and went to the Sandman, but it's a big tale to tell, so I need to fragment it to smaller tales.)

Cupcake in which you accidentally call Morpheus Cupcake.

What about love? in which two idiots confessing their feelings to each other with a little help of their friends. Or do they?

A forehead kiss melts away any frozen hearts in which Morpheus finds out what effect a simple forehead kiss has on Reader. And they kind of admit to their feelings.

Peter Ballard/001/Henry Creel/Vecna

How dare you (angst)

If you think I'm flirting with you... Then I won't say I'm not (fluff)

Growing obsession over you (headcanons)

Hide out (angst/comfort)

The carnage he caused (angst)

Peter as your boyfriend headcanons

First night together (smut)

Joker:

I got you stuck in my head, isn’t it funny? (smut, angst)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Slow burning (smut)

Mirror, mirror (smut)

Piggyback ride (fluff, comfort)

Wherever you go I’ll find you (angst, comfort)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Kitten wants some milk? (smut)

You can tell me how tired you aren’t... (fluff, drabble)

Arthur Fleck:

Plushie (fluff)

Heat exhaustion (comfort)

His first time with you (smut)

Reality check (angst)

Headcanon: Reader is injured (comfort)

Tears (angst, comfort)

Drawing you in (smut)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Soaking wet (comfort, fluff)

Halloween Drabbles (fluff)

Mornings with you are much much better (fluff)

My sweet little sub-boy (smut)

Headcanons: Reader on period (comfort)

Headcanons: Reader’s music taste (fluff)

Little special Valentine’ day (fluff)

Natural painkiller (comfort, fluff)

A shoulder to lean on (comfort)

Yes, I met my ideal thing when I met you. (fluff)

Headcanons: Reader who’s insecure about her intelligence (comfort)

Wet face (smut)

Headcanons: Shopping wirh Arthur (fluff)

Headcanons: Arthur having a cat (fluff)

Only one umbrella (fluff)

Insomnia (comfort)

That one day (angst)

Arthur’s hands (appreciation)

Christmas lights (fluff)

Valentine’s drabble (fluff)

Headcanons: Developing feelings for a friend

Headcanons: How he feels with a partner who's book smart

Headcanons: Age gap

Both, cause you can’t have one without the other:

Headcanons: Arthur/Joker being drunk (fluff)

Headcanons: Arthur/Joker being high (fluff)

Headcanons: Arthur/Joker oral sex (smut)

Headcanons: Arthur/Joker Bedtime routine (fluff,smut)

Headcanons: Arthur/Joker catching you watching porn (smut)

Headcanons: Arthur with an extra affectionate Reader

Headcanons: When Reader gets in trouble, reaction

Headcanons: Arthur/Joker flirting

Carnival:

Carnival and butterfly (fluff)

Keep calm and Carnival on (fluff)

I need new ideas for my next writing, anyone, anything?

You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.

I know there was a long pause between episodes and I'm sorry for that, but I didn't have time to sit and write and I don't like how I wrote the previous smut, so I wanted to write it better this time. And for that I needed to take more time. So, there's smut in this episode too...basically only smut.

Without further ado!

Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)

Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.

General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.

In this episode: Everything about him is infuriating. The way he watches her with those dark blue eyes, always a step ahead. The way he can disarm her with a sarcastic remark or that cocky grin, cutting through her defenses like they are nothing. And then there is the way he touches her, like he knows exactly what buttons to press to make her body react a certain way. He is infuriating because she can't stop wanting him, no matter how hard she tried to keep him at a distance.

Evelyn stepped out of the bathroom, her skin still warm from the shower she took a moment ago. She didn't expect to find Elias still in her bedroom, she thought that he'd already go to his own room. But she paused at the doorway as she saw him still lying in her bed. She observed him for a moment. His eyes were closed, his breathing even and slow. She fidgeted with her fingers as she hesitated, unsure what to do. Was he sleeping or just resting?

Her muscles were sore, exhaustion weighed her down, making her eyelids heavy. She needed to get to her bed. Her bed. Maybe she could slip in beside him and get some much-needed rest without waking him up? Assuming of course that he was indeed sleeping.

She didn’t know what to expect. Would he pull her close, demanding more of her? Or would he get up, leaving her alone in the cold bed?

She stood frozen in place for a long moment, biting her lower lip. It felt weird to be uncertain about something as simple as sleeping arrangements. She was used to her own space, where she could curl up and shut the world out. But with him everything was changing rapidly. After what had happened, the lines in their dynamic were so blurred she didn’t know where she stood with him anymore.

Finally, she forced herself to move, padding softly across the wooden floor. His silhouette sprawled out on the bed, one arm draped casually over the pillow where her head would go. She grimaced in discontent.

He didn’t stir as she approached, and for a second, she thought about turning around and grabbing a blanket to sleep on the couch. But the cold air made her skin prickle, and she knew she wouldn’t sleep through the night out there without shivering.

Taking a deep breath, she slid into the bed beside him, careful not to disturb his sleep. She lay on her side, with her back at him, her head rested on the edge of the pillow. Her pillow. Her body tensed as she listened to his breathing. Would he wake up? Would he pull her in or push her away?

Suddenly he shifted beside her. His arm moved, but instead of pushing her away, it wrapped around her waist, pulling her close with a firmness that surprised her. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, and she felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat near her back. His grip was possessive, but not in the demanding way it had been earlier. There was no urgency, no hunger, just a quiet, unspoken claim.

"You're staying here." he murmured, his voice low and thick with sleep. It wasn’t a question. He was stating a fact, as if there had never been another option.

She blinked, staring ahead into the darkness, unsure how to respond. She could feel his breath against the back of her neck, his body molding against hers, and despite everything, despite the confusion and uncertainty, it felt… comforting. Warm.

She didn’t say anything, didn’t dare to move or breathe too loudly, afraid of disturbing this moment that had settled between them. She let herself relax and closed her eyes, her breathing slowing to match his until she drifted off to sleep.

At some point for suuuuureee. I wouldn't let him not do it. But not in the 11 episode, not yet. But he does something else instead. (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

The ending of season 2 of CM Evolution gave me a heart attack.😱

spoilers below

YOU’RE A STORM IN A TEACUP AND I’M STARTING TO LIKE THE CHAOS.

I can't, I can't... But i will 🥵 It's been a while since i've written a smut, so let me know what you think or what can i improve, cause damn... I've had so much fun writing for Elias and I want to write more smuuuuut, but I feel self-conscious about it. („• ֊ •„)

Without further ado!

Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)

Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.

General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.

In this episode: Elias craves Evelyn with every fabric of his being. He isn't a gentle man, and this won't be a gentle sex. He intends to overwhelm her, to take her apart, to claim her, to break down any defiance that's left in her. He wants her surrender to be complete. And if that'll happen to be too much for her?

Oh well, he thought, she'd seen that coming.

Back at the cabin, the air between Evelyn and Elias was thick with unspoken words and unclear tension. As she moved towards her room, hoping for a moment alone to process everything, he stopped her with a firm hand on her arm. His expression was serious, his eyes focused and unwavering.

"We need to talk." he simply said, his voice calm but authoritative. "There are some rules you need to remember and follow. And this isn’t negotiable. The rules are there for a reason and they're not just a suggestion."

She felt a knot tighten in her stomach, knowing this conversation was inevitable. She nodded, biting her lower lip, waiting for him to continue. She prepared herself for being reprimanded.

"First." he began "you need to listen to me. Don't wander off without letting me know where you're going. Don’t engage with strangers unless absolutely necessary, and never reveal the location of this cabin. You can't tell anyone your real name. We are still dealing with a dangerous situation, and your disobedience could bring us serious trouble."

He paused, watching her closely to make sure she understood. "The last thing we want is to draw attention, especially from the authorities. Remember, you’re still a refugee. The police are still looking for you. If you make a mistake, it could mean being locked up in a psych ward again."

She swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. She nodded again, acknowledging the seriousness of the situation. Her mind drifted briefly to the past, being institutionalized again was one of her biggest fear. She knew he was right, even if his tone was harsh. But he was still much calmer than she'd expected. She'd thought he'd lash out at her, yell even, but apparently his anger lessened a little or maybe he was more self-controlled than it seemed.

Seeing her compliance, he dismissed her, watching her going back to her room.

Problem had been addressed, but he knew that there was another matter that needed his attention - the sexual tension between them... he couldn't leave it unresolved. It was causing issues, and he knew that they need to defuse it. But addressing it, talking about it wouldn't do it. He knew her well enough already to predict that she would likely deny it, ignore it or even refuse to acknowledge it. And ignoring it wouldn't make it go away. It would only complicate things further.

He could insist of course, tell her to make up her mind, to stop lying to him and herself. To stop contradict herself only because she couldn't control her own damn urges. After all they both knew that if he hadn't pulled back, she'd have let him fuck her.

But this approach wouldn't help him achieve what he wanted. He imagined her biting her lip, trying to find the words to respond, but nothing would come. The room for her would start to feel too small, the air too thick... She would retreat to her room again.

He needed to be smart. He needed to recreate their dance, but this time he'd be the one in control.

Hi, thank you. ^^ My music taste is...uhmm... complicated. It goes from Frank Sinatra to Green day to some really weird music genre. xd

But I love to include songs in my fanfics. I feel like my characters would appreciate having their own life soundtrack. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) 🎧 (I know I would ^^)

Omg, it looks good! 👀 Seems like it's gonna be totally unhinged! 💙❤♥