#Crimsoncommands

[crimsoncommands]

Worship

My dear,

Touching you feels like a kind of worship. Your skin is softer than anything I've ever known, and just tracing my fingers along you sends shivers through me. Kissing you... It steals my breath. Your lips are an invitation I can't resist. I want to take care of you, completely. To draw you a bath with oils that make your skin glow, to massage away any tension, and to feed you things that taste as exquisite as you are. But it's more than just the physical. I want to tell you how beautiful you are, how your voice is the most incredible sound, and to make you feel, truly feel, how much I want you. When we're together, it's... everything. Holding you, feeling you... It's like nothing else exists. You're my goddess. And I'm yours, completely.

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

A silly doodle from something I was talking about with @flowersnfireworks and @crimsoncommander on discord. Maki and Gundham being paired together to look after some kids because of their talents (or in Maki's case, her presumed talent) would be a bit of a mess.

Go read Weirddancer's fic [The Struggles of Containing Children] on it, its super fun!!

[foldable-mattress]

Request for @crimsoncommander who wanted Sonia doing the "I had to do it to em" pose. This is probably the only request I'll be able to do tonight but I look forward to doing more tomorrow

[richinnerbrains]

My @drv3giftexchange piece for @crimsoncommander . Happy New Year.

[1-800-hellyeah]

crimsoncommander:

I just found this image

[crimsoncommands]

Sweet release

Let's talk about control. The way your hands clench when I tell you what to do, the way your breath hitches when I push you a little further - that's the real turn-on. I want you bound. Restrained. Helpless under my gaze, every struggle, every plea, only fueling my desire. I will explore your limits, test your endurance, and make you crave the release I can only provide. You'll learn the exquisite pleasure of being completely at my mercy, your body singing with need.

[crimsoncommands]

The air crackles between us. I want you pressed so close, our heat mirroring each other. Every movement's a conversation, a language of skin on skin. Our hips grind together, slow, deliberate, building with each press. Your hands grip, pulling me closer, deepening the connection. The rhythm takes over, a primal pulse driving us higher, closer to the edge. It's a merging, shared ecstasy where boundaries blur and pleasure consumes us.

[crimsoncommands]

Claiming

Well, well, look what the tide dragged in. You've got that delectable tremble about you, haven't you? Come closer, little thing. Let's see if you taste as sweet as you look. That pretty mouth of yours… it's going to be busy all day. First, whispering my name, then begging for more. And don't think those soft whimpers will earn you any mercy. I'll have you writhing, gasping for air, your body singing a song only I conduct. Every inch of you will know my touch, my mark. And when you think you can't possibly take anymore? That's when the real fun begins. You'll be putty in my hands, and I intend to mold you until you're nothing but a pleasured mess, utterly devoted. Consider yourself claimed.

[crimsoncommands]

Gentle Impact

Your eyes are wild with anticipation. You know what's coming: the sting that blooms into a deep, satisfying ache. I love the contrast, soft skin, firm leather. Each strike marks you, claims you. Your gasps, your whimpers, they drive me. It's a primal dance: pleasure and pain, surrender and dominance. Afterward, when the sting fades, the connection between us is deeper, more intense. I'll trace the marks, feel your heat, and know you're mine.

[crimsoncommands]

-MEN AND MINORS DNI, THIS IS SAPPHIC-

That skin to skin slow burn, those soft touches, those little sounds… it's a different kind of deep. My hands learn her, claiming every curve. Dressing her in my clothes after feels like wrapping her in me, a visual "mine." And those marks, those pretty little bruises? They're a quiet way of saying she's mine, a beautiful reminder of how close we are, inside and out. It's a connection that settles deep, a silent knowing on her skin.

[crimsoncommands]

-MEN AND MINORS DNI, THIS IS SAPPHIC-

That little buzz starting against her skin… even before she's properly tied down, I can see it in her eyes, that flicker of surprise turning into something hotter, something almost desperate. My fingers linger on the ties, deliberately slow, enjoying the way her breath hitches as I secure her, feeling the subtle tremors that run through her. The hum gets a little louder, and her hips lift almost instinctively. It's that loss of control, that immediate physical reaction, that gets me. Knowing that she's already teetering on the edge, and I haven't even started yet. I can imagine the sounds she'll be making soon, those little gasps turning into whimpers, then maybe even desperate cries. And the power… the sheer, undeniable power of knowing I can stop it, just like that. Make her plead, her voice thick with need, for something so intensely physical

[crimsoncommands]

Switching

The leash dug into my collar, a familiar comfort that suddenly felt like a restraint in a way it hadn't moments before. Their voice, usually a thrilling command, now held a tremor I hadn't noticed, a fleeting vulnerability that snagged on something primal within me. The urge to obey warred with a fierce protectiveness, a sudden, sharp desire to take control, to shield them from whatever unseen edge they were teetering on.

It wasn't about defiance; it was a visceral need to shift the balance, to offer strength where I had just offered surrender. My fingers, moments ago lax, now tightened on their arm, a possessive grip replacing pliability. The submissive hum beneath my skin twisted into a low growl of burgeoning dominance. The world tilted. The familiar thrill of yielding was still a ghost, but a more potent, urgent desire surged to command, to possess, to lead. The air thickened with the unspoken shift, a silent battle for control waged in the space between our bodies, a raw, untamed hunger replacing the earlier sweetness of surrender.

[crimsoncommands]

Trust

The anticipation in your eyes when I offer a choice, knowing it's still within the frame of my desire… that's a delicate kind of power. It's not about stripping away your will, but about gently shaping it. The hesitant touch of your hand as you reach for mine, seeking reassurance and direction… it speaks volumes. There's a trust in that vulnerability, a quiet invitation to lead. Tell me, what small decision are you willing to relinquish to my gentle guidance right now? What comfort do you find in knowing I'm taking the reins, softly but firmly?

[crimsoncommands]

Surrender

The way your eyes flicker when I give a gentle command… it's a different kind of fire than outright defiance. There's a yielding there, a subtle relaxation in your posture as you consider my words. And when you finally obey, that soft sigh that escapes your lips… that's a pleasure all its own. Knowing I can guide you, that my desires can become yours, even in the simplest of ways, creates a delicate intimacy. Tell me, what small act of surrender would feel most exquisite for you right now? What gentle direction would you willingly obey, just for the quiet thrill of it?

[crimsoncommands]

The Breeding Urge

-MEN AND MINORS DNI, THIS IS SAPPHIC-

My hands ache to part you, to feel the slick heat and pulsing depths as I thrust deep, wanting to fill you until your cries echo my own primal need to plant my seed inside you, to feel you swell and strain with my presence, marking you as mine from the inside out. I want to breed you until your body is a testament to our raw, animalistic connection, until your tears are a testament to the depth of our coupling.

[crimsoncommands]

Irresistible Pull

-MEN AND MINORS DNI, THIS IS SAPPHIC-

My mark blooms on her skin. Silent claim. Undeniable.

The shiver answers my touch. Skin speaks. No words needed.

Her breath catches at my possessive graze. Desire whispers. I listen.

The pull of her body answers mine. Drawn together. Irresistible.

My intention, etched on her skin. A silent promise. Understood.