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#hey y'all meet my baby pandora!!
ofpandoras-blog · 7 years
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what’s up guys gals and non-binary pals!! ( yes that’s me paraphrasing thomas sanders lol oops ) first of all I’M SUPER HYPE FOR THIS RP, aight now that’s out of the way i’m myah! i’m 24, go by she/her, and am a huge nerd for all things marauders era, so you bet your cute lil bums i’m excited to be here! 
below the cut is some stuff about pandora ( or as i call her, panda ) but i’ve also got an about page here, and my connections page here! (both are a bit bare bones rn sorry!)
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okay so here we go!! some facts and headcanons about my babe 
she’s a lot like luna in some ways (similar personality, though a bit more sociable) and physically luna is almost a complete mini me of her mum (which is honestly so heartbreaking but those are headcanons for another time)
in some ways she’s not like luna though, she’s quite a bit more vocal than luna typically is, and when it concerns topics she’s passionate about, she will happily go on rants for about eight hours straight
she’s kind of like a total flower child/hippie? she loves wearing flowers in her hair and flowy dresses and she’s honestly just so kind and loving and chooses to see the best in people
she’s pan, which means she loves any and all sex/genders, and she’s the kind of person who loves and loves and loves and doesn’t know how to stop, she honestly thinks all that love is just going to come pouring out of her chest one of these days ( she likes to think that would look like daisies and sunflowers bursting from her heart with a rainbow in the background, told you she was a hippie )
like a typical ravenclaw, pandora is very intelligent and witty, and she’s proficient in all the academic areas, but she absolutely thrives in charms and potions, and often enough she can be found studying both subjects outside of the classroom
SHE LOVES ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING ASTRONOMY RELATED siriusly she’s such an astrophile and if you can’t find her in the common room or the library she is 99% likely to be in the astronomy tower, whether or not it’s dark outside (she loves astronomy and stars and space so much she named her cat aurora like what a dork)
she also finds divination quite fascinating, and while she certainly doesn’t have ‘the gift’ she is generally interested in both the class and the subject, she likes practicing with tea leaf readings and tarot cards occasionally
even though she’s a half-blood, her parents and most of her family are magical in some form or another, so she hasn’t spent much time around muggles, and it’s because of this that she’s quite interested in them, and she loves learning about all their technology, and she’s so intrigued by all the things they are capable of doing (she finds planes FASCINATING like how on earth is magic not involved they’re literally levitating!!)
that being said, it’s probably obvious where she stands on blood purity, and she honestly has no time for any of this pureblood elitism, try and tell her that muggleborns and half-bloods are any less competent than purebloods and she will shut you down
she doesn’t believe in the whole house stigma thing, she’s just as happy being friends with slytherins and hufflepuffs as she is ravenclaws and gryffindors, as long as someone has a kind heart and good intentions that’s all she cares about
though she’s very passionate about a lot of things, she’s still quite timid and introverted, her voice is light and airy and she mumbles under her breath a lot and she just has so much to say but at times it just never comes out quite the right way
okay so that’s about it for now! i’m sure you’ll be seeing loads more headcanons from me about my child, but for now please feel free to message me about plots and things!!
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terrablaze514 · 5 years
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Yawn Instead... (3) Erik x BlackReader
Half of this part is inspired by this post and a meme request by @ljstraightnochaser . So fasten your seatbelts… Rated E (18+). Loads of heavy sexual content ahead. Underage readers should leave now! This just took a dark/angsty turn as well. You'll find out why.
Characters are primarily Black, but all are welcome to read and enjoy!
*Disclaimer still applies*
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“Hey babe! We're off to Zana Mall. You still comin’ through or nah?”
You chuckled. “Of course I'm still in.”
As you departed from the bus, your friend Naija ran and jumped into your arms. Smothered in your mutual glees, spinning like a carousel, it's been too long. That's why her text had surprised you earlier. Excited as she was to see you (since your internship began), another face had caught your eye.
Rocking a haircut with a mohawk-like wave in the middle, all in kinky twists. He wore a black tank top, deep blue jeans and held his matching blue jacket behind him. His deep chocolate complexion accentuated in the late afternoon sun; evidence of his muscles filled his arms and shoulders with grace.
Then you remembered - Naija knew how to hook up rather quickly. Being a social butterfly contributed to this occurrence.
“Sorry, excuse my manners,” you said. After your brief introduction, he did the same.
“Trey,” he replied with a firm, friendly handshake. “It's nice meeting you. I grew up in America, but my parents are natives to Wakanda. So I've decided to pay them a long, overdue visit. They moved back since King T'Challa returned to the throne.”
“That's awesome!”
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Erik had trotted thirty steps behind you. He’d never missed a beat. You're easy to read like a book.
At this time, you, Naija and Trevante ran around with bags of clothes. As you all made way to the bookstore, Erik pulled up his phone and sent the following text message:
What do men and chairs share in common?
Good seating.
Get that pussy ready for tonight's grand opening. - E
Erik smiled. Someone will be taught some real manners soon. He sent another text message to T'Challa, asking where to buy some handcuffs, gags, duct tape, whips and poppers. Glory to Bast! An instant reply with the name of the store and a map of Zana Mall activated in his kimoyo beads.
“I owe you one, Cuz,” Erik muttered as he made his way to the sex shop upstairs.
There were two adult toy stores nearby. One named “Big O” - another known as “Mastourgasmist”. The sight of handcuffs and leather stood out at the second location. Erik sauntered over, selected two leather belts, gags, and…
A Pandora Box?
“Excuse me, Miss. Care to explain what the ingredients are?”
A hazel-eyed lady with multi coloured canerows approached Erik, and took note of the product he pointed out.
“It's best suited for couples who enjoy power play,” she said. “This Pandora Box contains flavoured condoms, nipple clamps, aromas of your choosing, gags, chains, and a chastity belt.”
Erik's eyes lit up. That's exactly what you deserved. “So what's the difference between the black one, the blue one and the red one?”
The clerk cocked an eyebrow. “The darker the box, the higher the intensity. Take for instance…” She retrieved the black box. “This has all the perks I've told you about, and then some. Because our tools also promote mutual masturbation and favours masochism, four kinds of vibrators, two types of lube which also features coconut oil, and cock rings are also included in this package. Oh and poppers, if your lover has a hard time achieving orgasms. The black box also contains ingredients for creating the best aphrodisiac, like watermelons and strawberries. Better than Viagra pills in my opinion. Oh, and buying this package comes with free candles, smelling salts, blindfolds and-”
“I'll take it! Keep the change!”
The store clerk smiled as she brought the black Pandora Box to the counter. As she processed the transaction, Erik reached in his wallet when another hand placed the required tender on the counter, in addition to Shea and cocoa butter.
“Put those on the house,” T'Challa spoke.
Erik spun as the king chuckled. “The hell is you doing here?”
“Just thought I'd lend a hand.”
Erik rolled his eyes. “I didn't need your help.”
Now T'Challa's pesky smirk crossed his features. Erik gathered his stuff, and sauntered out of the store while his cousin trailed behind him.
“Where are your manners? You didn't thank the lady for assisting you.”
“Shut up,” came the curt response.
“But I thought she gave you a hard time the last few times,” T'Challa pressed, as they made it onto the parking lot.
“Who you talkin’? The clerk or-”
T'Challa pointed in the direction of you and Naija. The two of you had acted giddy around each other, which contrasted the unhappy couple who struggled to start their car a few metres away.
“Where are your manners?” Erik countered. “You do realize it's inappropriate to point at others. Some king you are.”
T'Challa snorted in an attempt to avoid attention. Catching his breath (while averting Erik's pesky smirk), he gestured you and your friend again. “Just watch them. No attempts to help those civilians. I thought that's part of her responsibility on this internship.”
“And your point is?”
“She's selfish, N'Jadaka. You're dating a selfish lady. That's why I've sent you straight to that store when you asked.”
Erik cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Okay, now spill. What's the catch, Cuz? You seem to know something that I don't.”
T'Challa cleared his throat. “Remember how I've demoted three soldiers?”
“What about them?”
T'Challa slipped his hand in his jacket and retrieved a black book. “You've got some reading to do, unless you want to hear firsthand how they've tried to give her some.”
Erik's eyes glittered. “Hol’ up… That's her diary! Without the lock.”
“Without the lock,” T'Challa echoed. “I've found it in my desk. Unlike the one you have with actual entries, the version I've discovered has a list of names. It's a track record of how fast men release, without giving her orgasm-”
“Say no more! Hop in my car so we can compare notes.”
“Deal.”
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Upon your arrival home, the scent of stir-fry greeted your nostrils. How did Erik get in the apartment without a key?
Why were strawberries and watermelon slices on the table?
What's that box with - handcuffs on top of it?
“Erik?” you hollered. “I'm home, but I've never given you a key!”
“A key baby?” Erik said. “It would've helped if you told me exactly how you feel.”
“What do you mean?”
Clad in his sweats and black sweater, open and exposing his muscular pecs and torso, he emerged from the bathroom with a whip in one hand, and your black books in the other.
“Tell me, who is the last person you've fucked?”
You giggled. “Obviously, y-”
“Nah, I won't tolerate any lies.”
At this point, you've backed up against the wall. His steps towards you were timed with swagger; he never took his eyes from you.
“Who did you fuck last time?”
Your pounding heart had reached your throat. “I- I-”
“Look into my eyes, precious.”
You did as he said, only to be caught off guard when the books landed next to your feet. His free hand trailed under your shirt.
“What are their names, babe?”
You didn't answer. His fingers wrapped around your throat.
“Tell me, babe.”
“No,” you whispered.
His hand added some pressure. “Tell me.”
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Sorry y'all, that changed rather drastically. Meanwhile, get your toes and areolas sucked on by the Royal cousins, then lay on your belly and get stroked from behind. Their magic sticks are to thank... More action in the next part. It's way past my bedtime.😢
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