secrets spoken

i love you, it's ruining my life...

[murkyhazed]

#MURKYHAZED   —   an independent, private, highly selective multifandom multimuse created by stephanie (she/her, 28).  fandoms include, but not limited to, the walking dead, law & order: svu, the pitt, lord of the rings and many more!  blog contains 18+ content, such as triggering materials like blood, gore, and adult situations.  viewer discretion is advised.

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[thesearetheirstcries]

A small sigh escaped her as she watched him carefully, she was pretty certain that she had NOT heard him say such a thing. But maybe she'd just been distracted, which was how she felt frequently these days. It was her own fault, she should have told him about Elliot right after it happened, but at first she'd wanted to keep it to themselves just until everything settled down. But then they had gotten so busy at work, that she never really found the perfect time to sit Fin down and tell him about it. But she could already guess that he was going to either be really irritated at her for keeping it from him, or really happy. She hoped for the latter, but she had a feeling it would be the former considering she hadn't said anything. "So I have a confession to make" she admitted as she took a step closer to him, to ensure that no one else heard, "I may have forgotten to tell you about the change in my relationship status" she cleared her throat, "With Elliot"

[murkyhazed]

@thesearetheirstcries

               it’s   like   a   damn   weight   lifted   off   his   shoulders   when   she   admits   the   truth.      it’s   been   exhausting   watching   those   two.      it   was   exhausting   twenty   years   ago,   and   it’s   exhausting   now.      the   looks,   the   closeness,   the   obvious   flirting   that   they   pretended   didn’t   exist.      it   was   painful   to   watch   it,   and   now   he   feels   he   can   finally   breathe   around   them.      although   it   then   begs   the   question…      if   they’d   been   that   bad   around   each   other   before   they   admitted   what   everyone   knew,   what   the   hell   were   they   going   to   be   like   now   that   they   were   together?      ❝   gotta   admit   cap,   i   didn’t   think   i’d   be   living   to   see   the   day.      i   was   getting   close   to   locking   you   both   in   a   room   and   coming   back   the   next   day.      you   both   are   exhausting.      but   on   a   real   note…      i’m   happy   for   you,   liv.      think   it’s   about   time   you   found   one   that’ll   stick   around.   ❞

[murkyhazed]

i want to feel productive but can't seem to write anything long, which a lot of my threads are. but my queue only has 1 post left and that's not good. so if i offered a dialogue only starter to be queued would that interest anyone or nah

[murkyhazed]

gay-ified my icon in honor of pride month

[thesearetheirstcries]

She knew he had a point but how was it possible that the piles just were growing instead of getting smaller. The frustration was already becoming the primary emotion in this situation and she was growing tired of it rather quickly. She loved her job, she loved being able to do good in the world, but when their case load got to be a little too much and they had to play catch up with paperwork, well that's when she no longer deemed her work enjoyable. "Well then how the hell is this pile growing?" obviously she knew he wasn't actually giving her more to do, she was just frustrated. At his words, a sigh left her lips as she closed her eyes for just a moment. Maybe he was right. "Maybe we should get coffee and food, I have a feeling we are not going home anytime soon" @murkyhazed

[murkyhazed]

@thesearetheirstcries

               the   piles   aren’t   growing   at   all,   they   just   have   so   much   to   catch   up   on   that   it   feels   like   they   haven’t   even   made   a   dent.      which   they   haven’t,   if   he’s   being   honest   with   himself.      elbows   rest   on   the   desk,   and   he   covers   his   face   with   both   hands   as   if   that   will   somehow   take   away   all   the   tension   in   his   head.      he’s   getting   a   headache   from   the   screen,   and   the   fact   that   computers   were   still   extremely   slow.      he’s   certain   that   one   of   them   is   going   to   snap   in   the   next   hour   if   they   don’t   get   a   change   of   scenery.      olivia’s   suggestion   to   get   coffee   has   his   hands   sliding   down   just   enough   to   be   able   to   peek   through   his   fingers   at   her.      it   wasn’t   a   bad   idea,   really.      take   a   walk   down   the   street   to   get   some   coffee   and   something   to   eat.      sounded   like   a   pretty   solid   plan   to   prevent   their   insanity.      ❝   then   let’s   go   before   i   lose   it.   ❞      elliot   uses   both   hands   to   push   away   from   the   desk,   and   he   stands.      he   stretches   as   much   as   physically   possible,   hearing   a   few   pops   in   his   joints   due   to   lack   of   use.      ❝   when   is   being   the   star   team   gonna   start   benefiting   us?   ❞

[murkyhazed]

words are hard today but i love you so much

words are honestly always hard but i love you even more and i hope that you have a better day and that it shines for you

[pittresilience]

A quiet sound of amusement leaves Jack at the look on her face, his hand sliding easily from her arm to her waist the second she settles beside him. “Mm, yeah,” he murmurs, gaze dragging slowly over her now that she’s close enough to touch. “Pretty sure it’s medical at this point.” The roughness in his voice deepens slightly when her hand moves along his arm, exhaustion still hanging heavy on him but softened now by the simple fact that she’s here.

His fingers tighten faintly at her waist, guiding her just a little closer toward him across the mattress. “You already coming home helps,” Jack admits after a second, quieter now beneath the teasing. His eyes lift back to hers, steadier there. “Whole day felt like one long fight with paperwork, residents, and three separate people trying to ignore my medical advice.” A faint pause follows before the corner of his mouth twitches again. “So obviously I needed something good to look at before I completely lost my mind.”

The grin that follows is softer than smug, tired around the edges but genuine as his thumb brushes slowly against her side. “But,” he adds, voice dropping lower as his gaze flicks briefly to her mouth before returning upward again, “I’m open to hearing all available treatment options.”

[murkyhazed]

@pittresilience

               oh,   so   now   it’s   a   medical   requirement,   huh?      it   just   makes   her   laugh,   and   she   allows   herself   to   be   tugged   closer.      his   hand   at   her   waist   is   comforting,   and   it   also   aids   in   adding   kindling   to   the   fire   that   always   burns   for   him.      during   the   day   it   was   mostly   embers,   her   mind   far   too   occupied   with   work   and   her   duties   as   captain   to   even   think   about   jack   that   way.      all   bets   are   off   when   she   comes   home   though,   and   knowing   that   he   wants   her   certainly   sparks   the   fire   back   to   life.

               she   offers   him   a   sympathetic   smile,   understanding   how   difficult   the   ER   can   be.      having   to   deal   with   the   things   he   does,   it   was   a   different   kind   of   stress.      similar   to   her   own,   but   different   too.      her   hand   slides   up   his   arm   and   to   his   shoulder,   giving   a   little   squeeze   before   her   smile   turns   just   a   little   more   wicked.      ❝   well…      seeing   as   you   had   so   many   people   ignoring   medical   advice,   i   should   probably   listen   to   your   medical   advice   for   curing   this   terrible   day.   ❞

               olivia   shifts   then,   swinging   her   leg   over   his   hip   and   straddling   him.      her   hands   move   to   rest   on   his   chest,   and   she   takes   a   moment   to   appreciate   him   beneath   her.      if   only   he   wasn’t   wearing   any   clothes.      she’ll   have   to   fix   that.      ❝   i’ve   heard   of   a   few   remedies   that   could   help.      shall   we   try   one   out?   ❞      she   leans   down   then,   lips   pressing   against   his   cheek,   then   the   other,   and   finally   against   his   lips.

[murkyhazed]

so which of your male muses between the age of 30-60 wants to get freaky with liv cause like i said before she's a freak in every era. and she deserves to be d!cked down good.

[thesearetheirstcries]

He obviously understood what her intention was, as he pulled away from their kiss to remove his shirt. One of the only few acceptable reasons for him to pull away from a kiss, and she's certain he feels the same way. He allowed her enough time to ensure her lungs received enough oxygen before his lips were on hers again. She feels like they're both unleashing the years of not being able to do this, of the staring a little too long. For her, the reality outweighed any fantasy she could have concocted over the years, she knew that much. When his fingers found the zipper to the sweater, the zipper moving down until the material was loose, when his hands moved to bring her back up so that she's able to shed the material, leaving her in only the bra that she had been wearing underneath. Blue, simple, tame in comparison to others she owned, but he obviously didn't know that. Her own hands left his back, moving to start undoing the buckle of his belt. She needed all of the layers to be gone as quickly as possible and she hoped he agreed. @murkyhazed

[murkyhazed]

@thesearetheirstcries

               there   was   little   patience   in   her,   and   he   found   that   extremely   attractive.      she   barely   had   her   sweater   off   before   she’s   reaching   between   them   to   fumble   with   his   belt.      it   draws   a   faint   chuckle   from   him,   pecking   her   lips   once   before   he   parts,   eyes   roaming   her   figure.      he   takes   in   the   beautiful   olive   skin,   the   blue   covering   her   chest   contrasting   against   her   skintone.      he   hums   his   approval,   a   hand   pressing   lightly   against   her   stomach,   smoothing   up   the   center   until   he   comes   in   contact   with   the   lace.      it’s   such   a   simple   piece,   solid   blue   with   lace   trim,   yet   it   still   sends   the   blood   rushing   south.      ❝   you   are   beautiful,   olivia.   ❞      the   words   are   spoken   so   softly,   and   he   leans   down   so   he   can   brush   his   lips   against   her   collarbone.

[thesearetheirstcries]

When his body pressed against her own, ands he realized just how perfectly they aligned with one another. It made the feeling that this was meant to happen, all the more stronger. She knew she did not want him to pull away any time soon, not when his lips moved against her own, and she can just focus on that and the feeling of every part of his body pressed against hers. She's very aware of how his body already seemed to be reacting, but it wasn't as if her own body didn't already beg for his touch. When he pulled away from her lips, she realized how much she'd needed the air, but then his lips were on hers again, hit tongue moving against her own. A sound left her, muffled by their lips when he rocked his hips into her, the sensation only adding to her obvious need now. Her hands moved to push his shirt up, because they were wearing far too many layers for this.

[murkyhazed]

@thesearetheirstcries

               he   wants   to   hear   more   sounds   like   that.      he   wants   to   explore   every   part   of   her,   learn   everything   there   is   to   know   about   her   body   and   what   gets   her   going.      wants   to   know   how   high   her   voice   can   go   and   what   it   takes   to   make   it   happen.      but   a   part   of   him   knows   that   isn’t   in   the   cards   for   them   tonight.      not   with   someone   else   fast   asleep   down   the   hall.      elliot   will   learn   these   things   one   day   though,   he   is   determined   to   make   it   happen.      he’s   barely   had   a   taste   of   her   and   he’s   already   entirely   unwilling   to   go   without   again.      his   lips   break   away   from   hers   just   long   enough   to   shed   his   shirt,   and   then   he’s   kissing   her   again.      there   will   be   a   lot   of   that   tonight,   years   and   years   of   staring   at   those   perfect   lips   and   being   unable   to   do   anything   made   it   so.      his   fingers   find   the   zipper   of   the   black   sweater   she’d   been   wearing,   carefully   tugging   it   down   until   it   falls   apart.      his   arm   snakes   underneath   her,   lifting   her   back   off   the   bed   so   she   can   quickly   shrug   out   of   it.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

The knock barely registers over the rustle of paperwork. Rafael doesn't look up immediately, pen moving across a page while a stack of case files threatens to colonize the remaining surface of his desk. The verdict had been a good one. Necessary. Hard-fought. The kind of win that reminded him why he put up with the endless motions, late nights, and bureaucratic nonsense in the first place. Somewhere beneath the exhaustion, he was still quietly pleased with himself. The defense attorney had spent weeks building a story for the jury, and Rafael had dismantled it piece by piece before lunch. Not that he'd ever admit how much he'd enjoyed it.

The problem with winning, unfortunately, was that the paperwork remained exactly as tedious afterward. His tie had been loosened hours ago, sleeves rolled to his forearms, and the lamp on his desk provided most of the light left in the office. The rest of the floor had long since emptied out. At this point, he was operating entirely on stubbornness and caffeine while internally debating whether he should stop for a drink on the way home or skip the middleman and pour one the second he walked through his apartment door. The argument remained unresolved.

"Unless you're here to arrest me for crimes against work-life balance, the office is closed," he says dryly without looking up.

Then the lock clicks. His pen stops.

Slowly, Rafael looks up with a sigh of annoyance, only to have relief come over him. He leans back in his chair, abandoning the paperwork without a second thought as a genuine smile spreads across his face. The kind most people never see in a courtroom. Tiredness remains around the edges, but it softens immediately. "Lieutenant Benson." One brow arches slightly. "To what do I owe the honor?" His gaze lingers on her a moment longer than necessary. "Did you finally decide I was right this morning? Because if so, I'd like it entered into the official record."

His eyes narrow with amusement as he takes in the details. The late hour. The fact that she's here at all. The way she seems almost too composed. Something is different. He just hasn't figured out what yet. "Although," he adds, folding his arms loosely across his chest, "I should point out that you appearing in my office after hours to lecture me about taking a break is a level of hypocrisy that even I find impressive." The smile lingers. "And here I thought the highlight of my evening was putting a predator behind bars."

[murkyhazed]

@alwaysxinxtrouble

               olivia   thought   she   couldn’t   get   any   more   wired,   and   then   she   lays   eyes   on   the   loosened   tie.      such   a   tiny   detail   that   means   nothing,   but   in   her   already   highly   aroused   state   it   apparently   meant   everything.      she   takes   a   few   more   steps   towards   the   desk,   grinning   as   her   head   shakes.      she’d   left   the   cuffs   at   home,   but   she’ll   remember   them   next   time.

               after   all,   a   little   roleplay   never   hurt   anyone.

               ❝   you’re   in   luck   tonight,   i   didn’t   bring   them   with   me.      so   as   much   as   i’d   love   to   arrest   you   for   such   a   heinous   crime,   i’m   powerless   to   do   so.   ❞      olivia   loves   the   banter   between   them.      a   back   and   forth   of   quick   wit   that   was   his   second   language.

               there   is   a   scoff   that   follows   as   she   rounds   his   desk,   leaning   back   with   her   arms   folded   over   her   chest.      he’s   still   seated,   while   she   remains   upright   against   the   desk.      it’s   like   a   visual   of   their   dynamic.      olivia   always   holds   the   power   whether   he   would   admit   to   that   or   not.      she’s   guessing   that   he   never   would,   because   she   would   never   admit   that   he’s   right.      her   stubbornness   won’t   allow   it.

               ❝   only   in   your   dreams   will   you   hear   the   words   you   were   right   uttered   from   me,   rafa.   ❞      her   head   tilts,   examining   him,   her   mind   working   to   figure   out   the   best   way   to   approach   this.      so   many   options   lay   before   her,   it’s   just   a   matter   of   choosing   the   one   that   best   fits   the   scenario   at   hand.      shifting   her   gaze,   she   looks   at   the   paperwork   on   his   desk   and   the   files   stacked   on   the   other   side.      she   clicks   her   tongue,   carefully   closing   the   open   file   and   setting   it   on   top   of   the   stack.

               she   grabs   the   stack   then,   setting   it   on   the   cabinet   behind   his   chair.      they’re   going   to   need   the   space   for   what   she   wants   to   do   tonight.      ❝   it   was   quite   a   case   today.      you   tore   the   defense   apart,   just   like   i   knew   you   would.      i   think   you   deserve   a   break   from   the   grind   to   celebrate.   ❞      brown   eyes   meet   his,   and   if   he   looks   close   enough   he’ll   see   how   dilated   her   pupils   are.      her   hand   brushes   down   her   neck,   and   then   her   fingers   trace   along   the   v   of   her   coat   collar.      ❝   what   do   you   say,   rafa?      care   to   celebrate   with   me?   ❞      her   tone   has   dropped   a   level,   low   and   sultry.

[broughtpeace]

it's a comfort that she only knows with melissa. they don't even need to talk when they're in one another's company. simply to be in one another's presence in the same room is all they need. sometimes not even that. even a phone call that stretches on for too long as they each do their own thing with the occasional commentary is the kind of comforting company that dana keeps returning to. however, there's no need for a phone call tonight when melissa is right there next to her. even if they're not talking, knowing she's little more than a few inches away is all the comfort that she needs.

she doesn't complain as her wife moves in closer to her, a huff of a laugh escaping her as her shoulder is used as melissa's perch for her chin. "everything? you're sure about that? pretty sure i could come up with something entirely unsexy for you." her eyes gloss down her wife's body, thinking of everything she does find sexy about her and dana's smile only grows at the thought. "you're pretty damn sexy, if i do say so myself." so apparently she's a sexy librarian right now. "is that so? well this sexy librarian likes people that read. you know anyone like that, sweetheart?"

[murkyhazed]

@broughtpeace

               melissa   knows   that   she   is.      she’s   known   it   since   she   was   a   teenager   ruling   the   mall   with   her   best   friend.      she   had   a   body   that   made   men   drool,   and   probably   women   too.      at   least   one   woman   in   particular,   the   only   one   that   mattered.      melissa   just   grins,   and   then   presses   a   kiss   against   her   wife’s   cheek.      she’s   asking   if   she   knows   anyone   who   likes   to   read,   and   melissa   knows   the   perfect   candidate   to   meet   that   criteria.

               she   absolutely   loves   reading.      something   developed   when   she   was   a   little   older,   once   she   figured   out   how   to   read   without   getting   frustrated.      being   a   teacher   also   made   her   love   of   reading   grow.      that’s   one   of   the   things   she   misses   about   teaching   the   second   grade.      being   able   to   read   to   the   class.      even   if   it   was   just   children’s   stories,   it   was   still   reading   and   still   something   she   enjoyed.      now   the   only   thing   she   reads   for   her   students   is   math   textbooks.      gross.      ❝   it’s   the   funniest   thing…      i   actually   love   to   read.   ❞      melissa   plays   into   the   game,   her   arms   snaking   around   dana’s   waist   from   behind.      ❝   isn’t   that   just   the   darnedest   thing?   ❞

[murkyhazed]

reminder that she a freak in the sheets in every era

[thesearetheirstcries]

There's a sort of relief that she feels because his hold doesn't loosen at all, it makes her feel better about whatever inherent need seems to overcome her at the moment where she felt like she needed to be as close to him as possible. She blames it on the fact that this was something she'd wanted for so long, but she had told herself she didn't deserve. Yet here he was, guiding her backwards until they reach her bed. The edge of it hitting the back of her knees, and he's the only reason she's still upright because of it. Her lungs are begging for air at this point, but again, she cannot bring herself to pull away. It isn't until he does it, his hand still on her back, and her gaze met his. She isn't sure what he's looking for, but he must get the answer he wants because then his lips are on hers again, and she's aware of him laying her on her bed. The movement is careful, although she wouldn't have minded if it wasn't. The moment that she feels her pillows underneath her head, her hands immediately pull him as close as she possibly can, not caring if she's crushed under his weight.

[murkyhazed]

@thesearetheirstcries

               the   moment   that   she’s   settled,   she’s   pulling   him   in,   and   he   goes   willingly.      his   body   aligns   perfectly   with   hers,   settling   against   her   in   a   way   he   always   dreamed   but   never   thought   would   be   a   reality.      he   can   feel   every   part   of   her   pressed   so   closely   to   him.      her   chest   against   his,   their   beating   hearts   in   perfect   sync.      her   arms   wrapped   securely   around   him,   keeping   him   there,   refusing   to   let   him   go.      her   thighs   cradling   his   hips,   and   he   swears   he   can   feel   the   heat   of   her   even   through   all   their   layers.      there   is   no   doubt   she’ll   be   able   to   feel   him,   feel   exactly   what   she   does   to   him,   what   she’s   been   doing   to   him   for   more   years   than   he   can   count.      his   lips   part   from   hers   just   long   enough   to   take   a   breath   before   he   connects   them   again,   dragging   his   tongue   lazily   over   hers,   and   his   body   seems   to   have   a   mind   of   it’s   own   as   his   hips   rock   into   her.      it   barely   provides   him   any   relief,   but   it   makes   his   intentions   known   and   he   hopes   that   it’s   what   she   craves   too.

[thesearetheirstcries]

She's certain that they might end up regretting this in the morning, especially because they were expected to go back to work the very next day. But it wasn't as if she would stop him from doing anything, not when the only thing that her mind really wanted to focus on was that building pressure in her middle that she so desperately wanted to chase. And of course Elliot was always more than willing to provide her with what she wanted. When his gaze leaves hers, she knows exactly where he's looking because he's in that type of mood. She was no better, if she was honest with herself, it was that sense of needing to ensure the other person was only plagued by thoughts of them, she was certain she never wanted him to think of anybody else. His question makes a breathless laugh escape her, because she apparently liked it any way as long as it was with him. "I like you" she pointed out, meaning that her body only reacted this way to him. When he shifted the angle by hiking her leg higher, another sound left her at the sensation that the angle change created. "Yes" she would take anything at this point, anything to bring her so much closer to the edge.

[murkyhazed]

@thesearetheirstcries

               most   of   the   time   elliot   strives   to   be   gentle,   to   take   things   slow   and   make   it   last   as   long   as   possible.      there   is   no   better   feeling   than   the   slow   build,   hearing   her   sounds   get   steadily   more   desperate   until   she’s   clinging   to   him   for   dear   life   as   the   tension   releases.      but   days   like   today,   when   he   needs   to   claim   her   are   when   things   are   not   so   gentle.      his   love   runs   deep   for   her,   and   he   always   shows   it   even   when   he’s   like   this.      even   when   he’s   rocking   into   her   hard,   possessive,   claiming   ownership,   he   still   ensures   that   his   undying   love   is   known   to   her.      his   back   straightens,   and   even   though   they   always   crave   the   closeness,   sometimes   it   needs   to   be   this   way.      both   hands   grasping   her   hips   and   lifting   her   lower   half   off   the   mattress,   holding   her   still   as   he   thrusts   hard   into   her.      his   jaw   is   tense,   the   pleasure   coursing   through   his   body   almost   too   much   to   handle.      ❝   say   you’re   mine,   liv.   ❞      it’s   a   need   to   hear   her   utter   those   words.      to   tell   him   that   she   belongs   to   him   and   only   him.

[murkyhazed]

@alwaysxinxtrouble setting the scene for that office sin

               olivia   has   been   thinking   about   this,   about   him,   since   court   this   morning.      sitting   in   the   back,   watching   as   he   poked   holes   in   the   perps   story   until   he   utterly   destroyed   him   on   the   stand.      watching   barba   work,   that   confidence   bordering   on   egotistical,   he   always   got   the   job   done   and   today   it   was   really   doing   it   for   her.      but   work   always   gets   in   the   way,   doesn’t   it?      when   the   verdict   is   handed   out,   olivia   needs   to   tend   to   the   survivors,   because   seeing   the   man   who   took   everything   from   you   is   an   emotionally   draining   experience.      and   rafa,   he’s   got   paperwork   to   deal   with.      they   don’t   even   get   to   speak   when   it’s   over,   just   a   nod   shared   between   the   two   as   she   offers   her   shoulder   to   the   woman   and   he   strides   out   of   the   courtroom.

               her   work   is   done   now   though.      the   light   in   her   office   flicked   off   as   she   wishes   her   team   goodnight.      she   heads   home,   but   she   can’t   stop   thinking   about   him.      with   work   over   and   nothing   to   distract   her,   her   body   is   absolutely   thrumming   with   need.      when   she   arrives   home,   she   apologizes   to   lucy,   explaining   she   has   somewhere   urgent   to   be   and   needs   her   to   stay   a   few   extra   hours.      she   checks   in   on   noah,   her   three   year   old   soundly   asleep   in   his   crib.      she   kisses   the   top   of   his   head   before   she   quickly   changes,   wrapping   the   long   tan   trench   coat   around   her   body   and   tying   it   tight.      a   little   surprise   for   him   that   she   knows   he   won’t   be   expecting.

               his   building   is   mostly   empty,   most   of   the   lights   off   save   for   his   office.      he’s   still   here,   and   it   makes   her   heart   pick   up   speed.      she   gives   the   softest   knock   before   opening   the   door,   stepping   inside   and   closing   it   behind   her.      there   he   is,   sitting   at   his   desk   with   the   little   desk   lamp   on,   still   in   work   mode.      not   for   much   longer   if   she   has   anything   to   do   with   it.      she   discreetly   turns   the   lock   on   his   door,   and   then   offers   him   an   innocent   smile   as   she   steps   further   into   the   office.      ❝   isn’t   it   usually   you   coming   to   my   office   to   tell   me   to   take   a   break?   ❞      she   teases,   standing   in   the   center   of   the   room.      little   does   he   know   her   purpose   for   being   here,   or   the   fact   that   beneath   this   coat   is   nothing   but   sheer   black   lace.

[murkyhazed]

that being said we welcome all other sinful things too on this fine sunday