This is awesome hon! I'll start with a brief summary then:

I'd love to see a work focused on light/medium breathplay involving a big, beefy butt/ a strong bearhug/ pectoral smothering/ or all three! The kinks are facesitting, bearhugs, smothering, breathplay, musk, struggle, and/or dominance!

"Nnghk! Ugh! G-gah!"

Phobos gave a deep, rumbling chuckle at the sound of the dalmatian struggling in his arms; this only made him cinch them tighter, bending Ralph's back against their force and making him cry out from the sudden painful sensation. "What's the matter, little guy? You've never been manhandled by a real man before?" He pressed him even tighter against his chest, burying his face in those massive hairy pecs. The Gengar grinned at the sound of Ralph's muscled struggle, holding him there for a couple of minutes and checking to see the colors the dalmatian's face turned due to the lack of air. "Fuck yeah..."

This is marvelous, ty so much!!! Damn hot and wonderfully written

Looking at your f-list I must admit that I quite like the idea of Alistair having his sweaty dress socks worshipped by a servant while he enjoys a cigar, only taking his feet away to use the servants mouth as an ashtray and blow smoke all over his face before getting his socked feet back onto that face. If you're not feeling it however then that's absolutely fine, don't want to force you into writing something that you have no interest in, getting to read all your amazing stories is gift as it is anyway!

The Delphox was dressed in nothing but his dress socks; black cotton with a gold-toe pattern, he liked wearing them even when he was otherwise naked. Currently, those toes were pinched around the nose of a Growlithe servant, who simply whined as he knelt before Alistair. "Oh, do stop fussing..." the Delphox murmured, his Scottish accent smoky and deep as he kept his big toe and index toe pinched around the boy's nose. "You're acting like your cock isn't trying to rip its way out of your pants..."

He took a long puff of his cigar, keeping it between his index and middle fingers as the smoke drifted on down to the Growlithe. The heat and the pungent scent of the smoke made the servant's eyes water, which didn't escape Alistair's notice. "Oh? Sensitive, are you?" The toes released their grip on the boy's nose, only for the Growlithe to be pulled closer. "Open your eyes," Alistair ordered, sharply, before inhaling deeply from the cigar. He bent down until his face was only inches away from his servant's...and then he exhaled, a plume of hot, acrid cigar smoke flooding the boy's nostrils and eyes. The Delphox chuckled as the sub gave a pained groan and several ragged coughs, belching out smoke from his mouth as he gagged from the sensation.

"Back to work, James. Suck the sweat from my socks, and you'll be done for the day. No, I won't take them off, don't be silly..."

Oh my... You've executed this perfectly, thank you very much, far above any of my expectations! Seems like I'll never get over how different yet coherent all of your characters are!

You already know mine pretty much really; blackmal cuckolding degradation findom humiliation worship. With myself and Sebastian or someone else with a similar sass/attitude superiority complex to match my own fixations.

Sebastian glanced down at the wolf curled up before him as though he was some sort of roach. Renn was heaving sobs, looking up at the cruel Sylveon with eyes filled with tears. "Please, Sebastian...!" he moaned, sniffling. "Please just take a twenty...don't take more, I need it!" Sebastian had a taste for milking bitch boys for every cent they had, and Renn had fallen prey to the bratty Sylveon's evil charms.

Sebastian, for his part, simply rolled his eyes. "Do you think I don't know that?" he asked, looking through the wolf's wallet. "You can live without heat for a month, can't you? If you can't pay up, I'll just have to e-mail your boss those pictures and find a new pay-piggy." Sebastian yanked out every bill that was folded in Renn's wallet, the wolf making a choked little whine as he did so. "Well? Thank me for not getting you fired, piggy."

As Renn threw himself into effusively worshiping the Sylveon, Sebastian idly looked through his phone, the wolf not being able to see what was going on.

Ten minutes later, Renn's phone started vibrating with notices. Sebastian stepped away from the wolf as he curled into the fetal position, putting his clothes back on and pocketing his money. He stepped over Renn's sobbing, ruined form as though he was invisible. Renn never saw the Sylveon again.