#victor is enamored and tearing up at the sight (he's got tears left after seeing yuuri?? that shocks everyone) and yuuri is so grateful

[this-is-krikkit]

oooh makkachin would do the best job ever!!!!!!!

Very polite of him to greet the guests

[madamslayyy]

Okay? Okay. (Erik Killmonger x Reader)

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader

A/N: Dark-ish fic about Erik. Not Softboi!Erik whatsoever!! Could be triggering to some readers! Manipulation and verbal abuse is kinda heavy! Another fic for my Fic Fest! Gif Cred. to @wifin-niggaz

“What can you do about it? Not a damn thing,” Erik chuckled darkly and that was the moment you knew he was right.

You and Erik were... something. At least to you. But that something was never defined and it felt as if you were trapped in a perpetual state of Hot and Cold with Erik’s affection. There were times he would act as if he couldn’t live without you, as if your touch was the only thing grounding him. While at other times it was almost as if he hated you, as if he thought so lowly of you, he couldn’t even stand to look at you.

You knew, deep down you always knew he was out of your league. You also knew you weren’t enough for him. You knew that he wandered, slept with other girls, entertained females constantly. And you tried to pretend you didn’t care, that it didn’t absolutely eat you alive how he would undress bad chicks with his eyes right in front of you before glancing back at you and smirking at your hurt expression.

Erik could care less about how you felt and he made that quite evident to you. But that wasn’t the only side of him you saw. He could be thoughtful, sweet, passionate, and even borderline loving.

But that wasn’t enough for you anymore.

You were sick of being so enamored with a man who never extended even a fraction of that love back. The final straw was when you’d went over to his place only to find him with the cheapest, most hideous shade of pink lipstick smudged against the collar of his jacket.

You were livid, instantly shoving him away at the sight of it. You’d expected him to look a little shocked, maybe even a bit guilty, but all you were met with was the same shit-eating grin he always wore in situations like these. It was almost as if he wanted you to see it. As if he craved your reaction. He knew you were coming over in advance, he could have changed or hid it if he wanted to but he just didn’t care.

“I’m sick of this shit Erik! When are you going to let these other hoes go?!” You yelled but you might as well have been yelling at a brick wall.

“And why would I do something stupid like that?” Erik asked nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Because I’m right fucking here Erik! Because I’m a human being with feelings that you constantly disregard! Because I’m tired of sharing! I’m done watching you gallavant around with other hoes before you mosey your way over to me!” You huffed as Erik glared at you in an unsettling emotion. Was it anger? Annoyance? Resentment? You could never tell with him.

“Oh yeah? What can you do about it? Not a damn thing,” Erik chuckled menacingly. There he went laughing at you again, finding humor in your pain. You never thought that at any point in your life you would let a man do this to you. Erik was never going to change and your only option was to get with the program or get left behind.

“You’re right,” you said in a small voice. Erik obviously wasn’t expecting such an answer because it wiped the smug grin right off his face. You turned to leave when you felt him grab your arm.

“Where the hell you think you’re going?” Erik’s eyes narrowed as you calmly shrugged out of his hold.

“Like you said, there’s nothing I can do to stop you. I can’t love you into being a better man if it’s not in you, no matter how hard I want it to be. So all that’s left is for me to walk away.” You turned back to the door to open it only for Erik to slam it back shut from behind you.

You turned around to look at him and found his eyes were furious. His chest was heaving up and down, an animalistic look encompassing his entire being.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me what kind of man I am?” He growled. You stared at him blankly. God he was so handsome. His features looked molded by God, even when contorted with anger.

But you were tired. Tired of his inconsistency. Tired of him transferring his hurt and anger into you. And tired of him riling you up just to get a reaction out of you. Just like he was doing now.

“You’re right. I’m no one to tell you what kind of man you are. Especially when I have no idea as to what that is. I barely know you at all.” Once you said it, you knew it wasn’t true but it didn’t stop the slightly stung expression from gracing his face, even if only for a moment.

“Get the fuck out,” he barked.

“I was leaving anyway,” you said in the same even tone as before. You could tell it was driving him up the wall and though you hated to admit it, a small part of you took great pleasure in that.

You could see the wheels turning in his head. He was trying to find something to say that would make him the victor. Something so harsh it would break you out of your calm demeanor.

“You know you ain’t mean shit to me, right? Just convenient cheeks. And the sex wasn’t even that good. I don’t know why I was wasting my time with your ugly ass. I was fucking badder bitches anyway.” Erik snarled as he looked down at you in utter disgust. Deep down you knew he probably didn’t mean it (or at least not all of it) but those fears had always been looming in the back of your mind since you two first got together. He’d just finally voiced them.

“Okay,” you said in that same monotonous voice and with that you finally left. Closing the door behind you. You didn’t make it two steps before the tears clawed their way through your eyes and small whispers emitted from your throat.

You knew it was going to take time to get over Erik, despite how horrible he treated you. But at least he couldn’t hurt you anymore in the future. You were done with him for good and now he’d go on to be someone else’s problem.

~*~

Erik was fuming. He was currently staring at the hole he’d punched in the wall after you’d left. He couldn’t believe you’d just walk out on him like that. Yeah Erik would admit he would do some pretty fucked up shit to get into your head sometimes but the possibility of you leaving never once entered his mind.

He thought he had you hooked, that he had the algorithm all figured out. He believed there had to be a balance for a relationship to last. Honestly you were the first woman he’d ever been serious about, maybe even loved but he couldn’t let you know that. The second you told a woman you loved her, you were basically handing her all the power and Erik had been through too much, seen too much, done too much to let a single woman have that much control over him, even if deep down he knew you did.

So he would always leave room for doubt, always fuck other women even if he didn’t want to, even if he thought about you the entire time. He’d also be stingy with his affection. Just enough to get you addicted then he’d cut you off. He really thought he had it all figured out.

Boy was he wrong.

He’d never seen you that way. So calm and uncaring. It was almost as if you weren’t even talking to him. He was used to you yelling, screaming, crying, even hitting him. But he never saw you devoid of any emotion. He knew you were the type of person who felt everything and couldn’t help but to show exactly what you were feeling, that’s how he knew you loved him. You’d always show it.

But not anymore. You were done with him for good this time, or at least you thought you were. Erik was not about to let you walk away that easily.

He would have to go to you tomorrow and work this out. Maybe even humble himself. And if that didn’t work then the day after that. And the day after that. And after that. And so on and so forth until you’d take him back.

And if you so much as even look at another man that wasn’t Erik romantically, he’d just have to kill him. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it, he just had enough common sense to keep you from finding out. But now he didn’t give a fuck, he’d kill the nigga in front of you if he had to. Anything to keep you his. Because if he couldn’t have you, no one could.

~*~

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