Possessive (Yandere!T'Challa x fem!model reader)

(WARNINGS: EXTREME JEALOUSY/OBSESSION! KIDNAPPING AND VIOLENCE. VERY DARK THEMES!)






As a model, you'd gotten lots of attention for as long as you could remember. You'd even gotten some obsessive, unwanted attention. You never knew that one of your admires would turn out to be the King of Wakanda. You also never believed you'd end up in a photo shoot with the Avengers. To say you were giddy was an understatement. You weren't expecting that day to turn out the way it did.


T'Challa was a man obsessed from the moment he saw you. He knew that he had to have you all for his own. Everything about you called out to him. From your smooth skin to your bright (e/c) eyes. Even the way you tended to act like a spoiled brat on set. T'Challa couldn't take his eyes off you. He made sure to have every single photo of you that he could, just so he could stare for hours. Having you became his singular obsession. So, when the media decided that they wanted photos of all the Avengers with the hottest new supermodel, T'Challa jumped at the chance to invite them, and you, to Wakanda.


That was how you found yourself in Wakanda getting your hair and make-up done in preparation for the photo shoot. "How are you enjoying my country, Miss?" T'Challa asked, entering the room and nearly making you jump. You didn't answer him since the make-up artist was working on your lips. When he finished you smiled at him and turned to face T'Challa.


"Hard to enjoy anything from hair and make-up." T'Challa smirked. "Of course. Perhaps, after the photo shoot, I can show you around." You shook your head. "Sorry, but I can't. I fly out to London as soon as we're done here." Ignoring T'Challa's crestfallen expression, you rose from your seat and rifled through the wardrobe. "You should probably go change," you told him, not looking over at him. T'Challa frowned slightly, but knew you were right.


A few minutes later, you were standing on set, surrounded by the Avengers and listening to directions being called out by the photographer. "Y/N, I need you to scoot closer to Captain America. I mean...really close." T'Challa felt his hands ball into fists as you moved closer to Steve, your body pressed up against him. The king of Wakanda could feel the jealous rage boiling just under the surface. No one else had the right to be that close to you. No one.


"Sorry about this, Y/N," T'Challa heard Steve say and you giggled. "Don't worry about it, Cap. All part of the job. Besides, who else can say they got paid taking pictures with the Avengers?" Steve laughed as another flash of the camera met your eyes. T'Challa was ready for the photo shoot to be over. He wanted you as far away from the Captain as possible.


Unfortunately for him, even when the shoot was over, you still stayed back to talk to some of the others. The rest had already left. "Come on, you can stay a bit longer, Y/N! I can fly you to London in one of our jets later. Please?" Tony begged, using his best puppy-dog eyes and you laughed again. Music to T'Challa's ears, of course, but not when Tony was the reason behind it. That jealousy that had been bubbling inside him completely exploded when Natasha, who was your friend, threw an arm over your shoulders.


Letting out an inhuman growl, T'Challa attacked. He only saw your face, surrounded by red. The need to have you, for you to be his and his alone, was so strong now, T'Challa didn't appear to be in control of his actions. Before anyone could register what he was doing, he leapt at Natasha first, since she was in contact with you. He threw her across the room.


Steve and Tony turned to him in surprise, but immediately hit defensive stances when they saw the look in his eyes. He wasn't the T'Challa they knew anymore. He was a man defending what he thought was his. He was going to take you for himself, if it was the last thing he did.


"T'Challa, don't make us do this," Steve whispered. Natasha had hit her head and was out cold. Tony carefully pushed you behind him and T'Challa leapt again. Tony, while strong, was no match for T'Challa's graceful reflexes without his suit. T'Challa dove around Steve to get to you. Steve grabbed him to try and make him stop, but T'Challa whirled around and hit Steve hard enough to make him let go.


You watched in horror as Steve and Tony tried to fight off T'Challa, only to lose. It was clear that T'Challa was a man on a mission. What the mission was, you didn't know yet. Only that it had to do with you.


You came back to reality when you saw Tony and Steve lying on the floor, both seemingly knocked out. You hoped that was the case and that they weren't dead. T'Challa turned to you and the grin on his face was nothing short of predatory and possessive. He took a step closer to you and you stepped back, only to be met by the wall. "Come," he ordered, holding out his hand and you hesitated.


T'Challa's eyes narrowed and he grabbed your hand. He pulled you behind him out of the building. You fought back every step of the way until T'Challa stopped and sighed. "My apologies," he whispered before plunging a needle full of something into your neck. You lost consciousness.


When you woke up, you were in a room you didn't recognize. It was a lavish suite, but the door looked like the door of a an old dungeon cell. You got up and ran over to it. You jiggled the handle, only to find it locked. You started pounding on the door and screaming to be let out, not knowing that your captor was watching on the cameras. T'Challa grinned as he watched you struggle with the door. You were his now. His supermodel. His own little toy in a cage.      

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