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(This story was a commission. It has femdom and maledom. If you're interested in commissions, just let me know~) Lewis walked into the house, wiping the sweat off of his face. He had abandoned his shirt a while ago. It was just too hot. Plus, the people who actually lived here weren’t home. At least, he didn’t think they were. He’d been outside all day landscaping/gardening/whatever else was on the list of stuff the Loud family was paying him to do that day. Lewis had too many things to worry about to notice that he had tracked in some dirt from the garden onto the carpet. He had other things going on. Classes, homework… should he actually have even taken this job? Did he have time? This was on his mind, not the dirt on his shoes. Rita Loud, the mother of the family, entered the living room. Despite the zillions of things she had to do, she did in fact notice the dirt. It was the second thing she noticed. The first thing she noticed was that Lewis wasn’t wearing a shirt.

(This story was a commission.) Owen’s near-KO experience seemed to have motivated him. He was more intimidated now that he had felt her tight scissors, yes, but he also really knew that he had to try now. He knew that it was actually possible for her to beat him. The local guys hadn’t been exaggerating when they mentioned her headscissors. He also wanted revenge now, and he wanted to just get his third submission and end this. “Feeling okay?” Natalie asked smugly as they grappled for position, “Maybe a little off-balance? Light headed? You were pretty close to going to sleep last round.” “I’ve had worse,” Owen lied. He was actually feeling a little light headed. And he was actually pretty sure that last round had been the strongest headscissor he had ever been in. Male or female. “Yeah? Don’t worry, I’ve got a few other scissors to show you,” said Natalie. This did actually scare Owen, but he’d never let it show. He did not want to find out what her other headscissors

(This story was a commission. It's a maledom one. It's connected to 'amateur scissors vs pro' but you don't have to have read that to 'get it' ahaha. If you're interested in getting a commission just message me~) Mia and Amber made their way through the gym to the private room in the back. It was near closing time, so there weren’t many people there. But they still attracted stares, as two gorgeous girls in their 20s tend to do. Amber was wearing a sports bra and yoga pants. Mia was wearing even less. A sports bra and skintight shorts that ended right where her tight ass did. “This is your first time, right?” asked Mia. Amber nodded. “Ooh, exciting. Just relax. You don’t need to do much, really. Aiden will tell you what to do.” Amber nodded again. “Okay…” When they stepped into the private room, Aiden was already there. Aiden was the highest ranked wrestler in their little gym league. Scissors were something of a specialty of his. Mia and Amber were both in the league as

(This is the last chapter of this story. At least it is for now. If anyone else is interested in commissions, just let me know.) Moments ago, Owen had been sure Natalie was finished and was about to be put to sleep under him. Now she was seated on his chest, and her legs were wrapped tightly around his throat. His head was lifted off the mat and his chin was pushing down hard into her crotch. It pulled down the waistband of her spandex short shorts a few inches. Natalie could have reached down to adjust it, but didn’t bother. She was too focused on squeezing his neck tighter and crushing him into submission. “M-More scissors, h-huh…” Owen said with the little air he had. He tried to sound unphased, as if he could totally still break out of this. “They’re kind of my thing. I think you should leave them to me from now on. Let the expert handle this.” She certainly looked like an expert and the ladies in the crowd were loving it. “Yes, Natalie!” “It looks like she could pop

(This story was a commission.) Natalie gripped his throat tightly with both of her hands. Owen had not been expecting this. He also hadn’t expected her grip to be as strong as it was. “There we go. Now it’s a chokehold. Now will you tap for me?” she asked him from up above. Her arms were straight, and she was leaning over him. Owen grabbed her forearms with his hands and tried to free his neck from her death grip. She dug her thumbs directly into his windpipe. “Don’t forget about your other little problem, Owen.” As she said this, she flexed her legs hard and forced his out a little more. He winced in pain. But if he could just get her hands off him, he knew he could escape. Or at least he hoped he could escape. He was becoming less optimistic the less air he had. When he really got a good hold of her wrists and tried pulling her off, she suddenly slammed her wide hips down onto him – hard. “Are you so worried about breathing that you’re just going to let me pull your

(I thought chapter 4 would be the last, but then more were commissioned. If you're interested in commissions, you can just message me.) Natalie really didn’t expect to see Owen again. Ever. She had never dominated anyone as hard as him, so she was genuinely quite surprised when she saw him at the gym. It was the middle of the day, and so there was no wrestling going on. During the day, it passed as a normal, independent gym. At night was when things got weird. Natalie was at the barbell rack, which is where you could usually find her at the gym. She was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. It was a lot more than she had been wearing during their match a month ago. But the yoga pants made it obvious that if she got her legs around you, there was no getting out. Owen thought that her thighs looked bigger and thicker than they were a month ago. Her quads looked more pronounced. He told himself that this was obviously just because she had a pump. There’s no way she’d actually

(In which Ochaco grapevines, smothers, and scissors Deku. This story is a commission.) Deku knew that, eventually, he would have to practice with Ochaco. It was inevitable. It was now widely known among the student body that Midnight was the one designing the new training costumes, and she had not disappointed with Ochaco’s. Ochaco blushed as soon as she walked into the mat-covered practice room. Her ‘no quirk training costume’ was, like the others, based on her hero costume. It had the same pink and dark green color scheme, only it showed off much more skin. Much more. It was essentially a bikini with a few extras thrown in. She had a pink choker that looked like it had been pulled straight off her hero costume, as well as pink bands around both wrists. Her body didn’t look as hard or as toned as the other girls Deku had wrestled so far. She looked softer. But her soft looking thighs also seemed like they would probably be perfect for trapping necks between them. “I-I

(The last part of this section. But there really is so much more ahaha. If you're interested in getting your own commission, just let me know~_ -- Three months later, Ryan and his mom were the only ones left in the house. Kaylee had left for school, and James was helping her get moved in. Ryan was finally recovered. He’d been back to training and workout out for a couple weeks now. He felt good. Good enough to finally set something straight. “I want a rematch,” he told his mom. She smiled. She had been waiting for this. “Of course you do. But why don’t we do things a little differently this time. No rounds. No limits. The loser is whoever admits that they can’t take any more wrestling tonight.” “Fine,” said Ryan, who didn’t care about the rules or whatever as long as he could take down his now very overconfident mom. He needed some serious revenge not just for their first match, but for how he’d been treated the last three months. They went down to the basement. Ryan