I'm different (Avengers fanfic)

C15-Tony's sub-drop

Chapter 15: Tony's sub-drop

*3rd Person's POV*

(Monday)

All the dominants, except Natasha, gasped. Even the submissives were stunned. Loki, who was very worried for his friend, dropped his fork on to the table, the metal clattering against the hard wooden table, jolting everyone out of their state of shock. "What is sub-drop, why is everyone so worried," Nat asked, confusion evident in her expression and tone.

Steve exhaled deeply, as he tried to explain things to the new dominant. "Sub-drop is when a submissive is no longer in their submissive headspace, and tends to act unusual, like being more closed off or reserved than usual, or they just don't display their normal behaviour. This is very serious, and may lead to a submissive staying in sub-drop forever, which may harm them or impact their lives very badly. Usually, to get them out of sub-drop is by demanding for things, making them kneel and so on. This brings out their submissive nature again, and will take them out of their sub-drop. (a/n: i am so sorry if this is wrong, i am not trained or educated in bdsm, so this is just based on my understanding from reading wattpad books. thank you <3)" the blonde captain finished and everyone nodded in agreement.

The red-haired assassin frowned, as her emerald green eyes were filled with worry. "So you're trying to say that I have to be very dominating and I have to force Tony's submissive nature back?" To this, everyone nodded.

"You can make him kneel, demand for him to do things, or," Clint smirked as he looked towards Loki's direction, "you can put a leash on him and go from there," the god of mischief was blushing madly, the top of his ears blooming into a beautiful cherry red. Everyone laughed and Loki buried his face in Clint's chest, the archer stroking his hair and petting him.

Soon, Natasha came up with a plan, and told everyone not to disturb them until tomorrow morning.

*Natasha's POV*

After quickly wolfing down the rest of my dinner, I headed back to my room to get a few supplies before strutting down the hall to Tony's room. I opened the door, and I cooed at the sight. Tony was curled up in a ball, his thumb in his mouth, eyes shut gently. His other hand was clutching a pillow, and his blanket was only covering his bottom half.

"Tony, hey, good morning, sleepyhead," I say softly as I watched Tony stir. He looked at me with those big, brown eyes of his and immediately realised what he was doing. Blushing slightly, he removed his thumb from his mouth and turned the other way, so that his back was to me. "Anthony, I'm speaking to you," my voice dropped a few octaves, becoming stern and was laced with warning.

Tony froze and hesitantly spun around, his eyes wide and fearful as he stared back at me. "Get up," I say and he instantly yanked the covers off him, sitting up and looking down at his hands. Using two fingers, I lift his chin up so that I can see his face again.

"Kneel," but Tony didn't budge. I could feel my anger rising slightly. I repeated my command, but he was starting to look unsure, as if he was contemplating whether or not he should give in and kneel or whether he should just stand his ground. However, the moment I opened my mouth again and was about to give him an earful, Tony's face was etched with fear and he caved, his knees instantly hitting the ground, and quickly adjusting to the proper submissive position.

"Good boy," I smile, and I can see the rosy blush on his face even though his head is tilted downwards. "Now, can you tell me, why did you enter sub-drop?"

His face is in pure shock and confusion. "I-I didn't even know I was in sub-drop, I'm sorry, Nat," he says in a small voice, almost immediately breaking out of his sub-drop. A smile graced my face again. I achieved what I wanted.

"It's alright, Tony. Next time, when you feel like entering sub-drop, tell me, okay?" I said in a gentle tone, as I weaved my fingers through his hair, playing with the locks of hazel on his head.

"Y-Yes, Nat," was all he said as he shut his eyes, fully relaxing in my touch. Ah, one more thing...

Yanking slightly on his hair, Tony's eyes shot open in shock and slight pain. "Don't call me Nat. My name is when we want to talk about something serious," I say, almost in a demanding, stern tone. "Call me ma'am or mummy,"I smirk as his eyes widened in shock. However, I knew after he exited sub-drop, he would be feeling extremely submissive.

"Yes, ma'am," he said in a small voice, and my grin grew even wider.

Ah, being a dominant wasn't so bad after all.

*3rd Person's POV*

For the rest of the night, the two had some...fun, that we should not find out about. Lets just say that, Tony woke up with a sore bottom, at least 12 hickeys on his neck and chest, and 3 pairs of boxers that were stained with a milky-white substance. As for Nat, she woke up perfectly fine, but had to clean a 7-inch dildo, 2 vibrators, and change the bedsheets.

"Looks like someone had a wild night last night," Clint teased as Natasha helped a limping Tony out of their room. The mechanic's face turned apple red and buried his face in Nat's chest. The assassin only smirked and sat down at the dining table, while Tony hissed and winced when he sat down, whining softly when Clint and Natasha chuckled.

Then, Loki came out, still dressed in his sweatpants, but had a white sweater on him as well as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. His raven hair sat messily on his shoulders, showing evidently that he had just got up. "Morning, everyone," he said with a yawn as everyone greeted him back.

"Why so tired, Lokes?" CLint asked, chewing on some bacon.

"Someone was busy shouting 'Mummy, I'm gonna come!' at the top of his lungs, and kept moaning last night," the god grumbled as he plopped down beside Clint.

The two assassins burst out laughing as Tony blushed even harder.