bedre sent end aldrig.

Mit navn er Rikke. Jeg er fra København. Welcome to the playground.

[rikkexlarsen]

winniedubose:

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “I was performing last night & I literally fell off the stage so now I have this bright purple bruise on my thigh. Should I coordinate my outfits with it or — ?”⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 

“No. Don’t match your outfits with it but I definitely think you should show it off and maybe give yourself some eyeshadow that really compliments the colours. Are you in much pain with it?” 

[rikkexlarsen]

Accidental Text || Open

Tzipporah: I want you to tell me how much you want it, darling.

Tzipporah: No touching.

Rikke: Oh so bad it keeps me up until morning. Wet and wild and willing.

Rikke: But I do really like to touch.

Rikke: Would really like to put a name to the raunchy message though...

[rikkexlarsen]

miirnvs:

— ❛ ┆ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴏғғ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ nearly as much as it was unexpected coming from rikke.      ‘      i think YOU want me to want you in something like this. so you’re projecting, aren’t you?      ’       rolling her eyes, the escort tried not to scoff because the compliment was falling on stubborn ears. she didn’t feel good and therefore no amount of coddling was going to make it better. with a sigh much like a child’s, the brunette nodded and remained silent. she wanted this off, but there was a part of her that had no problem with the idea of rikke undressing her.

“dont make assumptions, pretty girl. although there could be a small sentiment of truth but i will not admit it.” she teased, sliding her arms across her chest. this woman certainly had her on her toes and it was exciting. but also she noted the way the other look and as she moved closer, her expression was a lot softer. “hey.” her voice was sweeter, her finger guiding her chin upward to meet her eyes. “let me help you out of it?” it was an open suggestion but also one she now had her mind set on. “turn around.” but her hands had already moved to the other’s sides, pressing her thumbs lightly against her. 

[rikkexlarsen]

tobiasbrandt:

     HER WORDS IGNITED some confidence in the twenty-seven year old, suddenly approaching the situation in a different light. things haven’t changed since the last time he saw her – she was still incredibly beautiful, but maybe this time, tobias would actually have a shot. as he retrieved his game back from rikke, his lips curled in a lazy grin. “ i’ve got to head to mangon’s for my shift soon. but, if you’re down to grab some drinks at amphora’s tonight, i might have to take you up for that. ” he winked at her, offering his cellphone for her to encode her number in.

rikke nodded at him when he spoke about his upcoming shift, her own smile reaching higher on her cheeks. “it is a shame that you have to go find other people that you have to look after. making sure they have nice food. i enjoy the food there.” she commented absently and nodded enthusiastically to his sentiment. “i like to dance, tobi. and i enjoy to drink. maybe we should go to the luxe so i can get my dance on.” she suggested as she took his mobile and tapped her number in. she felt a little excited. with an expression now closer to a smirk, she stood up and lightly brushed his hair, offering his phone back to him with her other hand. “message me, okay? when you can.”

[rikkexlarsen]

miirnvs:

— ❛ ┆ ғɪxɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴇss ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ɢʟᴀʀᴇ, mirna resisted the urge to roll her eyes.      ‘     yeah, you say that because you’re not the one in this.      ’       she wasn’t sure why she felt so insecure as soon as she put on these stupid costumes for others, but maybe it was the fact that there was one thing she wanted to wear, but no one else seemed much of that interested in letting her have what she wanted. it was their desires first and she knew that.      ‘      i do not pout. take that back.      ’ 

“would you like to put me in something like this, mirna?” she asked sincerely as she set her eyes intensely on the other. part of her was thoroughly amused to see the other glaring so forcefully at her but another part was rather...intrigued. “why should i take it back when it is not a lie, min kære?” she lifted her arm and pressed her thumb lightly against mirna’s lower lip. “would you rather you took it off? i would hate for you to be feeling uncomfortable.” but her eyes still flickered playfully and her smirk crept wider on her plump limps. 

[rikkexlarsen]

miirnvs:

❛ | STARTER — @rikkexlarsen ]

— ❛ ┆ ’ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ. ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴇᴅ.       ’       fixing the blonde with a withering look, mirna hated the outfit nad felt like rikke was playing a cruel joke. their bright eyes had darkened to something dangerous and their full lips held a steady pout.       ‘      come on, can’t i take this off? i look stupid.      ’

rikke leant back languidly in her chair, her thumb between her teeth and one long bare leg folded neatly over the other. “i don’t think there’s anything that causes pain about this at all.” she practically purred, smiling widely across at the other. she looked good. “and as much as beneath the outfit is amazing” she pushed herself up off the chair and stepped toward the other. “it makes you look incredible. just so you know. so stop your pouting.”

[rikkexlarsen]

cecebelanger:

The more the blonde talked, the happier Cece got that she’d overheard her. “Shit. When you put it like that, it makes me feel a little bad for hating them,” she confessed, however her voice carried a humorous, teasing tone. Her feline-shaped lids dropped to the sight of her hand that squeezed her bicep and ran down to caress her wrist. The slight, tantalizing path shot tingling goosebumps against the opposite of her palm, and the brunette looked back up to meet the woman’s gaze. “I can see that,” she purred quietly while the smirk on her own lips widened, too. “Oh, I terrify people, Rikke.” Despite being on edge for so long, apparently all it took was the calming presence of an attractive individual and the premise of how it could evolve into lots, lots of fun, and Cecelia’s flirty nature popped up in a matter of seconds. The fact that she had to remind herself to search for a name tag on her shirt, or a silver bracelet, or anything that would mean there were no strict restrictions to act upon it frustrated her to no end, but her hues did search for them. A sigh of disappointment escaped her mouth when she found none of those. “It’s a shame I’m not supposed to show you. I’d love to figure out just how much want those pretty eyes of yours can contain.”

The way that Cece followed the path of Rikke’s hand made something spark inside her. Satisfaction. A hint of power. It thrilled her but not in a way that she liked to consider boastful. She just enjoyed the effect she could have on others because it wasn’t like she planned for anyone to have a bad time out of the aftermath. The purr and the confidence made Rikke’s skin prickle and the boastful way Cece’s implied her abilities made Rikke’s mind run a mile a minute. She had always been gifted with a vivid information after all. She had also been gifted with an ability to read others. She’d had to gauge too many selfish people in the business world and body language was a really beautiful thing. But mostly, she noticed the way Cece’s eyes moved because she was searching for them. Searching for the impact that came with well placed eye contact. And the sigh that followed only made Rikke’s mind move faster. “Now come on, we have spoken of shame.” Her voice had dropped rather significantly, as if she was now carrying a secret that only Cece could learn. “But there is more to figure out about what my body holds. Not just my eyes. There are others places that can certainly show want....I can tell you that much but that is a lot about me.” She stepped more brashly in front of the other and looked down at her. “What about your eyes?”

[rikkexlarsen]

tobiasbrandt:

     IT WOULD BE an understatement to say that rikke was out of his league. even back in university during her guest lectures, she had always commanded the room – all eyes trained on her. like any other typical male, tobias had been entranced by her beauty and her confidence. unlike his classmates who had attempted to speak with her, tobias preferred to admire her from afar. “ oh, those old bad boys ? traded them for contacts. started using a bit of hair wax too. looks good, eh ? ” he asked with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows. patting the seat next to him, he invited her to take a seat. “ are you too busy to catch up with an old friend ? ” with a wicked smirk playing on his lips, he allowed her to take the ds off of his hands. 

“it looks very good, tobias. it is like you have had some kind of makeover. but the masculine kind.” she complimented softly, a laugh escaping her lips when he wiggled his eyebrows at her. she was still slightly in shock at the look of the man before her. muscular. handsome. the latter description was definitely something he had been before but he certainly looked different now. and she was definitely noticing different features that she hadn’t been able to process in those seminar rooms. she’d had to focus on many people after all and not just individuals. she took the seat the very moment it was offered, folding one leg neatly over the other as she leaned toward him. “i am never too busy for a friend. and i only work in the mornings. it is a rule.” even though she now held his ds, she offered it back to him with a smile. “but if you are too busy then i understand. but i am curious to know what your life has been since we last saw each other. because it seems stuff has changed.”

[rikkexlarsen]

cartivs:

— ❛ ┆ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏғғᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴡɪᴅᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇ, the brunette couldn’t help but stare longer than necessary at her new companion.      ‘      laying on the ground after working out is pretty pathetic. you can admit it i won’t mind.      ’      redness tinged her cheeks and spread to her ears at the compliment and she realised too late that she was still holding the other’s hand.      ‘       right, ah… thank you. ah, are you a guest or staff here? i haven’t seen you before. which, if you work here, that’s really bad because i try to keep a memory of everyone.      ’

“oh i don’t know. some of the best experiences i’ve had while being out of breath have been while i have been laying on something. floor. bed. table. it is not a reason to feel shame. so there is nothing to admit.” she settled her eyes more confidently on the other and let an almost knowing smile sweep across her plump lips. the woman’s hand definitely felt quite warm in her own and rikke squeezed her fingers gently. “i am a guest. i have been here for some months but i have spent much time in the city before now because it is my home and where i work. i am more...full-time here now.” she paused and worried her lip slightly. “but at least now i know you will not forget who i am. and i will not be forgetting you either.”

[rikkexlarsen]

cecebelanger:

The blonde’s words caused a roll of Cecelia’s eyes. “Well shit. What’s more fucked up, people having safe sex or a psycho killing innocents? What a difficult choice that is,” she mused. Every syllable coming out of her lips dripped sarcasm and frustration, but none of those targeted the blonde. Frankly, the means she’d use for those she’d love to target, include very few comments and lots of kicks straight to the groin. Maybe envisioning that in her mind relaxed her, and perhaps the woman’s joke and her gentle rubbing of her shoulder had something to do with it as well, but a couple moments later Cece gradually felt her shoulders loosen up and she played along. “Huh. I wouldn’t say ‘most’. Most of us scare the few other prudes with how much sex doesn’t frighten us. It’s hilarious, watching that horror in their eye.”

“People are not good at making choices. This is something I have learned. Some people just don’t have a good brain for thinking rationally and us sane people can’t understand why they think like that.” Rikke said with a laugh as she looked at the other, appreciating the heavy sarcasm that coated her tone. Even if English was not her primary language, she understood sarcasm very well. Danish humour was not so dissimilar after all to that of the British. In fact, the people she had met during business visits to London had been some of her favourites. However, that had been after a few drinks and the hopefulness of possible fucks. When Cece’s shoulders visibly relaxed, she dropped her hand to her bicep and squeezed faintly. “So you are admitting you’re not a prude yourself and that you are...one of the ones that makes others fearful?” She grinned a little wider and dropped her hand yet again, running a finger lightly against her wrist. “I’m Rikke....by the way. And I find it really hard to get scared. There’s usually more want in my eyes than horror.”

[rikkexlarsen]

tobiasbrandt:

     THE FAMILIAR VOICE had some sort of power to snap his attention from a video game. several thoughts raced through his head as he slowly realized who was speaking to him. “ rikke ? hi ! wow. i didn’t think that i’d run into you here – out of all places, ” he exclaimed excitedly, throwing a quick glance at his surroundings for anyone who could potentially ruin the moment. when the coast was deemed clear, he averted his gaze back to the blonde with a bright smile nestled upon his lips. “ you look great. how have you been ? ” since the last time they have seen each other, there may have been some slight changes with tobias. hopefully now, he would actually get a chance with with the girl.  

the fact he recognised her sent a rush of happiness and relief to rikke’s chest. it wasn’t like it had been just the one off meeting but she wasn’t sure that he’d be able to fit the pieces together of the memory that she was now fully establishing. she remembered long days wandering the halls of the university, wondering how many mugs of coffee was too many from the vending machines. but she’d enjoyed her classes. she’d enjoyed the attentive interest people expressed and the fact she was helping. sure, most of the people there had been her senior but they’d respected her for her name and presence. tobias though....he had caught her attention in those classes for a different reason. the subdued interest, the way she could tell he was always paying attention. that he cared. “i look great? it is like you have not seen yourself. what happened to your glasses? and your hair is changed.” she said enthusiastically, gesturing to him. she knew it had been some time but this was dramatic. he looked more....something. “i have been very busy. i am always fairly busy but it looks like you have big plans of your own.” she leant forward slightly and tugged at the top of his ds. 

[rikkexlarsen]

cartivs:

— ❛ ┆ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴄʟɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄs, cartia couldn’t help that she took to laying flat on the ground after her workout finished. staring up at the plain ceiling, the twenty- eight year old event planner tried to find the strength to push herself up, but all energy she might have possessed had been drained during her work out. sitting up felt like the second hardest thing she’d ever done, her drama queen mind saying it was ALMOST as bad as when she’d pushed out two seven pound boys, but the petite brunette managed.      ‘     oh, come on. how long were you standing there watching me and you didn’t even help? will you at least not tell anyone how pathetic i am? i haven’t worked out in…. six months?       ’ 

working out had become a more consistent habit since rikke had arrived at arcadia. some afternoons she went for a walk, or she spent ridiculous amounts of money in the various stores, or she went for a swim but now many of her days were filled with trips to the gym. with her headphones in, she ran for as long as she could until the strength in her knees departed her body. it wasn’t much of an all round workout but she didn’t really know what else to venture in to. and she liked running. with her back against the nearest wall she checked her phone, ensuring no one had sent her any important business emails and also because it gave her a casual looking way to catch her breath. but she didn’t quite look as exhausted as the woman a few metres away on the floor. the woman that definitely caught her looking for a little too long. “why would i tell you that? i do not think it.” she said softly and pushed off the wall, wondering over to extend a delicate hand. “and it was not a bad view. not for six months of no working out.”

[rikkexlarsen]

tobiasbrandt:

- ̗̀ — OPEN STARTER. 

     EYES ZEROED IN on the nintendo ds glued to his hands, tobias babbled on as the soft chatter of the pool-goers chimed around him. nevermind that there were a sea of bikini-clad bombshells around him, the twenty-seven year old was far too preoccupied with final fantasy to even care. “ see ? this is EXACTLY why i’m going back to just staying in my room all night. i don’t need a social life when there’s a killer on the loose, and chances of me becoming a victim are slim if i’m too busy playing games. ”

rikke didn’t find it hard to fill her days at arcadia. she would spend her mornings indulging in work and when the afternoon came she would head out for food and drinks. by evening, she might try and find someone to fill her evening and her body. today, she had found herself at the pool. a white bikini clung to her lithe body but a robe was wrapped around her frame, providing some modesty in a place where it wasn’t really required. she was wandering along the poolside when a stranger caught an eye. her mind initially told her it was a strange place to indulge in a video game but something else was scratching at her brain. she recognised him. and then he spoke, seeming to sense she was nearby and pondering his actions. the accent. the video game. something about his eyes but nothing about many of his other features. newer features. “you don’t really take many risks.” she stated quickly, her mind still turning as her memory came closer to a conclusion. but she knew she knew him. her words knew before her brain did. “this is still your passion, i see. it has been a while i believe.”

[falloncarringtongifs]

[rikkexlarsen]

[ RIKKE LARSEN ] has arrived at Arcadia and is a [ 24 ] year old GUEST, who can be mistaken for [ JOSEPHINE SKRIVER ]. [ SHE ] are said to be [ BISEXUAL ] and quite [ HOSPITABLE, PATIENT, TACTFUL & FINNICKY, CALCULATING, ABRUPT ], and into [ ORAL, ROUGH SEX, DOMINANCE ], but despise [ WATERSPORTS, SCAT, ORGASM DENIAL ]. They arrived at Arcadia on [ NOVEMBER 2017 ]. 

Rikke was born and raised in Copenhagen, Denmark. Her mother was, and remains, an incredibly wealthy woman due to her position as a CEO at a renowned global fashion label. From a young age Rikke was involved with the business, initially as a child model but in her teenage years she opted out from merely modelling the clothes and began to handle a huge aspect of the companies social media presence. 

Rikke learnt to speak English at a very young age upon her parent’s request and it was a hugely rewarding skill when she began to travel to other countries in order to attend meetings for the business. She also speaks Italian, German and French but she is not fluent. 

Rikke loves her home country and more importantly, she adores Copenhagen. Her father, who worked within politics at Christiansborg Palace, saw her dedication to her home and introduced her to methods of planning charity events and running rallies. After his death a few years ago, she held a huge gala in his honour to raise money for medical research.

Rikke lives a life filled with important people, gifted with money and power, but she knows it is not her own money and power that she can use of them. As a teenager she began to notice the way people would look at her. The way her parent’s friends stared for a few seconds when they would attend the grand parties at their extravagant home. She embraced it. Her parents didn’t question why their colleagues would suddenly specifically request meetings with Rikke but the surfaces of their office desks definitely knew why she had been chosen. 

Affairs and extravagant trips to different parts of Europe just to have sex in stunning five star hotels because she could. Breathless interactions with the sons and daughters of media moguls and Forbes rated businessmen. 

Rikke was happy. Always has been happy. And she entirely enforces the idea that Denmark is the happiest place in the world but her delight increased when a friend of hers introduced her to the idea of a place called Arcadia. She opted to go part time with her job at her mother’s company and chose a much easier load of work that she could pursue while still at work. Because she had to give the place a go.

Rikke is an extremely confident young woman. She has had most things in life gifted to her but she has also worked incredibly hard. She fully commits to most aspects of her life and presents a strong academic and professional disposition. She cares a lot about other people and enjoys seeing people happy but she also enjoys seeing them trembling beneath her.

[rikkexlarsen]

cecebelanger:

It was no surprise that the highly private island was slowly gaining unwanted publicity—it was the one natural outcome when a world famous dancer was murdered on that setting. However, when Cece scrolled through her phone, she was stunned to find some of the articles revolving around Arcadia. “What the fuck,” she exclaimed rather loudly as she read through the latest one. “How the hell are people more appalled by Arcadia existing in the first place than the fact that there’s a fucking psycho killer taking down innocent women?” 

Rikke looked over at the other woman when rather enraged words began to leave her mouth. “It must have been a hard choice for them to decide which made them more angry. Both are very sensationalised and everyone loves a scandal. Sex and violence make anyone turn their head.” She smiled tightly and rubbed the other’s shoulder. “People don’t understand why people can accept sex I suppose.” A smirk crept across her lips and she raised her eyebrows at Cece. “And you are English. Sex scares most of you doesn’t it?”

[joskriverdaily]