jungle

✗ ┊▋ well it's too long living in the same old lives i feel too cold to L I V E , too young to d i e will you walk the line, like it's there to choose just FORGET the wit, it's the best to use won't you follow me into the J U N G L E ain't no god on these streets in the heart of the jungle i lost my mind, in the city of lights in the back streets, buildings, and the neon lights when I heard the thunder, i could feel the RAIN it's the same to me, just a different name

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( erika. ) 

Erika rolled her eyes a bit, being far used to how cold and closed off Leo was. She simply walked in and sat on the couch, already knowing how the suites were set up and where everything was. She was a bit surprised when he cussed, perhaps she was rubbing off on him. “It’s not too bad actually, you should try it, maybe it’ll help you loosen up.” She told him, the two had always competed with one another, so they were far from friends, and she tended to point out the fact that he needed to loosen up quite a lot. “Do as you wish, then, I can tell you a lot of them want so much more than simply spending time together.”

     “ I DO NOT need to loosen up, ” leo countered simply, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini-fridge before settling in one of the seats aslant to the couch. “ i’m not ruling of the possibility of me engaging in sexual intercourse with anyone, but normally, i ABSTAIN from casual sexual relations, ” he explained, taking a sip from his water. “ any progress on the case on your end, agent ? ”

[mvrcoherrera]

( wendy. ) 

Wendy spent the majority of her nights at The Dollhouse - studying each routine to see how it could be improved and observing the audience’s reaction to gage what they liked versus what they didn’t. It was the ones that hung in the back that caused her concern, mainly because they weren’t in the range to the leave the girls a tip. “No, no problem,” she said, offering him a gentle smile, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

     WAS HE ENJOYING himself ?? the question rung in his ears; as leo, he wanted nothing more than to return back to his suite and drown himself in endless paperwork or stephen king novels. unfortunately, he wasn’t leo right now. marco enjoyed these kinds of things. “ yes, i am quite fascinated with the VOLUPTUOUS form of the female body. ” was that convincing enough ?? marco returned the smile with one of his own. 

[mvrcoherrera]

( skylar. ) 

She perched herself next to him, intent on getting some entertainment. She refused to spend a Friday night bored at the bar. Catching the bartenders attention she ordered herself a vodka martini with a twist. “I guess I am,” she replied back. “Mostly I’m just doing something to keep myself busy. What about you handsome? What’s got you sitting at a bar alone?” Her gaze wandered up and down his body taking him in the dark bar. She looked away to bring her drink to her lips.

     IT WAS THE kind of trap that marco had usually steered cleared from, but the one that he had been told him to stop fighting against. her words oozed with flirtation as her eyes conveyed lust, leaving him calculating on his next move. " and what is it that usually occupies your time ?? " if he was going to divulge in aimless chatter, he might as well do his job while at it. " will i be getting your name or should i just keep referring to you as ' beautiful ' ?? " forcing an internal CRINGE away, the american flashed a grin.

[mvrcoherrera]

( @wendy-carlisle. ) 

     THE AIR WAS a cloud of purple haze as sensual beats erupted from hidden speakers in the room. a first timer at the dollhouse, marco had stationed himself at the back of the back of the crowded club, his obsidian eyes skirting around the area as he mentally PROFILED the space. bringing the glass of his pilsner to his lips, he was caught by surprised by a figure suddenly hovering over his table. “ is there a problem ?? ” 

[mvrcoherrera]

( skylar. ) 

Skylar had gotten off of work early which put a smile on her face and a little extra pep in her step. It was early on a Friday evening but Skylar needed to unwind a little. More than anything she wanted a drink. For the past week, Skylar had been keeping herself busy taking any extra shifts she could keep her mind from wandering places she didn’t want it to go. The best part of getting off early was that the bar was still quiet. There were a few bartenders behind the bar preparing for the imminent rush of the night. She also noticed a few unfamiliar faces sitting at the empty tables and one familiar face sitting at the bar. She’d seen him around the resort and he’d caught her eye multiple times, but they had yet to interact. She smoothed the bottom of her skirt before she walked up to where he was seated at the bar. “Do you mind if I sit?”

     A BUBBLE OF condensation had begun trickling down the untouched beer bottle that marco cradled in his hand -- a mere PROP that he held on display. he had been stationed, once again, at prohibition, but it was a preferred choice rather than the ostentatious air of luxe. he had spent the last fifteen minutes rotating his gaze between the bartenders, and the small crowd of bar-goers when a brunette slid in the seat next to him. “ no, not at all. ” the american offered a small smile as he called on the bartender to receive her order. in an attempt at polite conversation, he commented, “ avoiding the friday rush crowd ?? ”

[mvrcoherrera]

( samantha. ) 

samantha gasped quietly as he stopped the elevator, their bodies moving in perfect sync against each other, as she tried to think of a single reason NOT to do that, but none came to mind. his lips brushing over her skin was literally leaving her breathless, the PR agent very much sure her lingerie was already ruined by the dampness. chocolate locks of hair fell down her face as she tried to catch her breath && give him an answer that would make sense. “n-no…don’t…stop” sam managed to whisper against his lips, her own hands trying to get him rid of his shirt. soft lips found his once more as she pulled away ever so slightly, blinking rapidly almost childishly in a way. “don’t stop…”

     HER LIPS TASTED like prohibition, the sounds of her breathy whispers driving WILD thoughts into every fissure of marco’s brain. the thirty-year old shed off his grey button-down to expose the taut skin of his muscled chest, sneaking a peek at the security camera in the corner. would they get in trouble if he just took her right there and then ?? all traces of rational thought left his mind as their lips met once again, his fingers moving to cup her ass as he thrust his erection, concealed behind his jeans, against her bare stomach. 

[mvrcoherrera]

NSFW headcanon questions

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before?

☜ : Does your muse like to top?

☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

∀ : Your muse's favorite position?

☺ : How often does your muse masturbate?

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?

♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?

☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?

♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

@edwardwindscr. @tobiasbrandt. @anneliesejaager. @lvkebyrne. @atticusgetty.

[mvrcoherrera]

( samantha. )

samantha’s lips formed a perfect ‘O’, as he smacked her ass, for a second there the serious side of her making an appearance. “did you just?” she asked, a quickly chuckle following, as she bit down onto her lower lip && lead him into the elevator. she didn’t expect him to be THAT aggressive but she did enjoy it. her back hit the wall with a thud, the kiss leaving her breathless, unable to think && only focusing on her lips never leaving his even for a second. her hands wrapped around his neck, the pr agent just realizing she was shirtless only in her pencil skirt && lingerie. her lips started trailing kisses down his jaw-line, fingers getting tangled in his air. “i don’t…i don’t do things like that.” she whispered in between kisses, not knowing what had gotten into her. she NEVER acted on her impulses, but something about him was driving her insane with want.

     THE ALCOHOL WAS doing things to marco’s brain that he would never imagine himself doing sober. it was unlike him to be this chaotic with a stranger -- to unwind when he was on the job. agent monroe said it herself that in order to come off as believable, he would have to indulge in the UNSPEAKABLE. his hand reached out to stop the elevator from moving while his fingers, with a mind of his own, had started to unbutton her blouse. “ would you like to stop ? ” his voice dropped to a murmur, his hands trailing up the side of her torso as she peppered kisses along his jawline. 

[mvrcoherrera]

What’s your favorite way to be seduced?

     “ with a warm cup of coffee, and a lovely book to read. maybe some tequila and a CONFIDENT woman. ”

[mvrcoherrera]

Best fuck here so far?

     “ i have not been able to INDULGE in the pleasures of the resort as much as one would like to think, but i would have to say: ms. erika stadler. ”

@erika-stadler

[nyindra]

lets do an honesty hour ask me anything

[mvrcoherrera]

+ @edwardwindscr​. @tobiasbrandt. @anneliesejaager. @lvkebyrne. @atticusgetty.

[mvrcoherrera]

( erika. )

Erika couldn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes when her “favorite client” opened the door and greeted her. “Hey baby.” She commented, slipping past him easily, it wasn’t as if she was shy around him, he was her partner, after all. Once inside, she cocked an eyebrow at him, “Philandering?” The blonde said, air quotes and all. “It’s called fucking, Leo.” Added she, using his real name. Erika had chosen to keep her first name and change her last, knowing it was common, but it was easy for her to remember when she could call him Marco and when not. “You’ve got to work on your language choices, you’re getting the rep as weird, and fuck more people.” She did want to help him, despite her terrible job of ruining their entire case here. Erika walked a tight line when it came to her partners, she cared for them, but she loved being bad.

     SHUTTING THE DOOR behind him, marco narrowed his obsidian eyes at the blonde. “ agent monroe, ” he greeted her coldly as he followed her into the lounge area of his suite. it would be an understatement to say that the two agents were not competitive regarding their profession. however, for the first time in their careers, they were working as allies rather than rivals. “ is it not your job to be the one... fucking people? ” it was the first time he had ever swore in front of a colleague and the word felt foreign on his tongue. “ is it necessary that i fuck the escorts? can i not pay to merely spend time with them? ”

[mvrcoherrera]

( samantha. )

“don’t play the gentleman, then.” drunk samantha was far different than sober samantha. she was daring, adventurous, not to mention extremely flirty && loosened up…to a certain point, of course. there was this thin line when sam was drinking, that once crossed meant nothing but falling into a general, dark spiral about her past mistakes. however, that line wasn’t crossed yet && she was on the top of the world. sam bit into the lime, a few droplets of the juice on her tongue as she whined softly. she couldn’t help but moan under her breath, as she felt his tongue on her neck, one hand gently sliding down his chest, his shirt getting squeezed between her fingers. she couldn’t stop laughing as he did the whole fiasco, her body getting pressed between the bar && him, only little place left for her to breathe. once he drank the shot, she got down && nodded. the PR agent found herself in a bit of a daze, as she grabbed him by his collar && pulled him towards her, her lips meeting his into a heated kiss, as they stumbled out of luxe && towards the elevators.

     HER TOUCH AND her words were forcing marco’s intoxicated mind into formidable places -- areas deep within the trenches of his mind that had not been awakened for so long. the moment she hopped down from the bar, her electric blue eyes revealed traces of lust and wanton desire as she seized his collar and pulled him towards her. the taste of tequila and lime still lingered as their lips made contact for the first time -- however, one kiss wasn’t enough. the dark-haired temptress led him to the elevators and he -- daringly -- slapped her ass on their way out. “ the gentleman has left the building, ” he growled in her ear as he roughly grabbed her derriére, the elevator doors opening with a ding. empty. now, he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it to either of their rooms. as soon as the two stepped foot in the elevator cab, he trapped her against the wall before colliding his lips against hers once more. his tongue snaked from his lips to trace the outline of hers, hands roaming over her body. on all occasions except for the current, marco would definitely frown upon the idea of having sex -- how did this woman make sin look so attractive? 

[ingridbergman-deactivated202001]

[mvrcoherrera]

@erika-stadler.

[mvrcoherrera]

the recluse. 

           a playlist for the badass undercover cia agent

i. jungle - x ambassadors / ii. pour some sugar on me - def leppard / iii. closer - nine inch nails / iv. tainted love - marilyn manson / v. good man - devour the day / vi. porn star dancing- my darkest days / vii. love shot - the blue van / viii. fever for the flava - hot action cop 

[ ▶︎ press play ]

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( erika. )

She hated when he rented her, knowing damn well there was a better way to take up her time, and she didn’t even get to keep the money she was paid here. Erika stood outside of her partner’s room, knocking on the door with fake enthusiasm. Had to play the part. “Marco.” She sang through the door.

     IT WAS ABOUT time for their weekly check-ins. as much as marco hated being around here, he would have to play the part. for what is known around the resort, erika stadler had become the enigmatic marco herrera’s favorite escort. but behind closed doors, the two were merely colleagues. “ erika stadler, ” he announced as he opened the door of his suite. “ i cannot wait to continue our philandering. ” he moved to the side to allow his guest in. “ please come in. ” despite being one of the top agents in the cia, marco had a reputation for being socially lifeless. being undercover in arcadia, it was definitely showing no matter how good of an agent he was. 

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