#rimbaud x verlaine

[doktoredelweiss]

Rimbaud and Verlaine ✨

[tillyalf427]

Verlaine+Rimbaud x reader nsfw headcannons 18+

Notes : so I read through literally every verlaine and rimbaud x reader on here AGAIN last night and there's not nearly enough out there so uhhh...here have this 😂

Please read the warnings, I'm not 100% sure how tagging works on Tumblr anymore so read at your own discretion, most warnings are only brief but I thought I'd include them anyway!

Warnings: nsfw, bondage, choking, soft dom Verlaine, oral sex, praise kink, hickeys, fingering, riding, vaginal sex, sadism, edging, oral fixation, blowjobs, threesome, female terms used for reader

- Okay but soft dom Verlaine who loves the thought of the amount of control he has over both himself and the reader.

- So like when he's asked to choke them he loves how much control and precision is needed to use the right amount of pressure and not take things too far

It reminds him of his job as that also requires precise skills.

- Or when he ties you up with ropes criss-crossing over your skin, the process of tugging you to your knees by the ropes wound around your arms sends a jolt of electricity through his skin

- Let him hold onto your arms where they're bound behind your back whilst he fucks you and he'll go absolutely feral.

- Isn't a fan of gags because he wants to hear you and hear how much you're enjoying it, how else would he know when he's doing a good job?

- He needs validation!! Whether it's in the form of you moaning, or the garbled words that escape your mouth, he doesn't mind

- Potential praise kink anyone?

- Please he needs all the love in the world, tell him he's your good boy

- His favourite place to leave marks is probably your neck, he loves it when you can't hide them underneath your clothes, call him possessive if you must

- Likes to bite across your collar bones because he thinks they're pretty

- Isn't all that confident with eating you out or stretching you open because he's always afraid of hurting you

- But if you want him to he's more than happy to let you ride his face

- And fucking yourself onto his fingers drives him absolutely wild

- It gives him the little ego boost he needs to start scissoring his fingers, eventually slipping a third finger inside you before continuing where he left off

- Most the time he would be fairly quiet however, most often he would let out small grunts and quiet moans in between heavy breaths

-And sadist Rimbaud who loves nothing more than to tease and torture you until you're begging him to do anything.

- This man eats pussy like it's his job

- He'll happily spend hours edging you with both his tongue and his fingers, stretching you open slowly with a lazy smile.

- Pull his hair a little and he will lose it

- Rimbaud with an oral fixation anyone?

- Anyway

- His favourite place to leave marks is your thighs and hips, he loves to see the red marks blooming on your inner thighs and seeing the way his hand marks wrap around your hips.

-He probably has pretty long fingers which he uses to his advantage to tease and finger you

-Loves to watch you riding him, seeing the way your thighs tremble from the effort and the pleasure

- Every now and then he rolls his hips up as well just to see you gasp and tremble

- Try not to flinch when his cold fingers trail across your skin otherwise he'd take full advantage and finger you when his hands are freezing cold, watching you arch away from the strange sensation as your warmth surrounded his fingers.

- He would always end up flushed so pretty, pale skin warming up to a bright blush that travelled down his neck.

- His hair contrasts against it so nicely, falling around you and tickling with every movement.

And the pair of them together? Well...good luck 🤣

- Verlaine would hold you down against his chest whilst Rimbaud went to town with his tongue against your pussy

- Not only that but he would 100% use his ability, increasing the pressure of gravity on you until you could barely even wriggle.

- Both would make it their life's mission to cover you in marks, hickeys, bite marks, everything

- Nothing riles either of them up more than seeing finger shaped marks pressed into your hips when you're getting changed or when there's a mark too high on your neck for you to hide.

- Picture Verlaine tying Rimbaud's hands to the headboard, teasing him until you get home before encouraging you to sink down on Rimbaud's dick, riding him as he fell apart beneath you.

- Verlaine would tease Rimbaud's mouth, pressing his dick down his throat as you bounced on his cock.

- Or Rimbaud ordering Verlaine to fuck you whilst he sits and watches, cock in his hand and praises rolling off his tongue.

- Unless Verlaine happens to come without permission then he'll stand up, fingers tangling in Verlaine's hair to tilt his head back, whispering in his ear with a harsh bite to the skin there.

- He forces Verlaine to eat you out with his own release still dripping out of you.

- Fucking after a mission when you're all wine-drunk and tipsy, making everything sloppy and messy from the lack of coordination between the three of you.

-wet kisses and it's just generally fairly messy as you all tangle together

- And if for whatever reason you have a mission where you have to seduce the target, you may not be able to walk once the three of you get home.

- They both get jealous, irritation itching beneath their skin despite the knowledge that it was only for a mission.

- The sex that night would be rough, all harsh movements, biting and firm hands holding you in place however, once they were done with you, the softness would return.

- Between them they'd help you get cleaned up, running a bath for you and helping to wash the sweat and grime off your body, fingers tangling in damp hair as one of them rubbed shampoo in before taking the shower head to rinse the bubbles out.

- Then once you were dried you'd quickly be bundled up in their arms back in bed, soft words and kisses being passed around

- And if you happen to not be in the mood one day? No worries they'll work it out amongst themselves, giving you the option to watch if you're up for it.

- And quite frankly it's intriguing to watch the dynamic between the two of them on their own just as much as it is to be between the two of them.

- Seeing the way Verlaine submits fully to Rimbaud sends a shock of pleasure through you and uncovers the urge to have Verlaine in that position yourself

- Or seeing how Verlaine pressed Rimbauds legs up against his chest whilst fucking into him filled you with the perfect ideas on how to tease him to completion in the future.

- Overall, the pair of them are probably pretty good to you in bed, they both have strong personalities and motivations so there would likely be occasional times when they clash with each other

- But if they do just tie them both to the headboard with vibrators against their dicks and tease them for hours on end 😉

[anni1600]

Happy birthday my ant bestie!!!

💜💜💜 @susboi318116 💜💜💜

Rimlaine for youu, all happy and healthy, together on their wedding day, ready for a bright future together!

I hope the other starved Rimlaine fans, will like this sksk

[slugidiot]

men used to go to war!!!!!! ( inspired on @the-former-assassin-king and @corpse-to-ability )

[slow-slug]

Rimline I drew for dtiys (once again I know) hosted by wet.tuna on Instagram! It was so fun painting it :33

[missy-0-piink]

Psst...

Psst...

Rimbaud (or Verlaine) and you filling both of verlaines (or Rimbauds) holes.

👹AHHAHAHAHAAH👹

You don’t know what you’ve done

Since I already wrote bottom verlaine threesome, I’ll make Rimbaud the bottom this time 😼

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Rimbaud, the poor thing, was sobbing

Your big strap fucking into his sensitive ass while Verlaine drove his cock deep into his throat was driving him crazy

He couldn’t think, he could only feel

And you were having an amazing time

The sight of Rimbaud, a usually modest and dignified individual, laying on his back, cock hard and leaking as his body twitched and trembled from the force of your thrusts, and the way the bulge of verlaines cock appeared and disappeared in rimbauds throat in tandem with his thrusts, long hair strewn about?

It made you wild

Not to mention the sounds, the sobbing, choking and moaning, as well as the gagging noises made your imagination run wild with the images of how Rimbaud would be looking right now, if you could see him, that is

His head was tilted back, the perfect angle for Verlaine to have his way with him, but unlucky for you because you could only see the bottom of his jaw, chin and lips (which were all coated with precum and saliva, by the way)

And Verlaine was feral, he must’ve been pent up because he ragged breathing and moaning was only making both you and Rimbaud even more aroused

And you could see Verlaine,

His face flushed red, eyes half lidded as he seemed intensely focused on rimbauds face and throat (you were slightly jealous), his hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead

You could also see the way his abs flexed as he humped into rimbauds hot and inviting mouth, the way he was slightly hunched over on top of Rimbaud with his hands placed on his chest for leverage to power his thrusts even more, arms flexing

But, tonight the focus was on Rimbaud, so you moved your gaze back down to him

And with so much of him stimulated, what other things could you do to tease him before you let him cum?

You moved your eyes to his chest, where his nipples looked so enticing, pink and hardened from the air that’s seems to always be cold to him

You leaned over, still thrusting into him, and you could see Verlaine give you a (frankly, adorable) look of confusion, before your mouth connected with one nipple as a hand connected to the other

Rimbaud jumped, his chest arching into you as he let out a surprised squeal while you sucked, licked, nibbled, pinched and toyed with his sensitive nipples

You could faintly hear an “oh, merde-“ (“oh, shit”) from above you as Verlaine sped up his thrusts

After a couple of minutes of that, with Rimbaud seeming like he was close to breaking (his broken moans evidence of that), you moved to wrap your hand around his neglected cock

The reaction was instantaneous, with Rimbaud twitching and moving erratically, struggling to take in the onslaught of pleasure from every major pleasure point of his body

He choked on his moans (and cock) as he trembled, tensing when you slowly pump his cock

It only took a few strokes before he was gone, whimpering as he toppled over the edge of pleasure as he came, semen shooting out from his cock in strings of white

His throat convulsing sent Verlaine over the edge too, with his loud grunting reaching your ears as he emptied into rimbauds mouth

Rimbaud went slack, body twitching as he heaved for air when verlaine pulled out

When rimbauds head wasn’t forced back like it was while deepthroating Verlaine, you could actually see his face and wow

He looked absolutely wrecked

Face flushed and sweaty, mouth parted with semen and saliva dribbling out, eyes barely open and rolled back, only the whites visible

He whined when you pulled out, his hole twitching around nothing as you got up to get the washcloth you had set aside, before returning and cleaning him up

(His whole body flinched as you cleaned up his dick, sensitive beyond belief, Verlaine was comforting him during the process 🥺)

Once you were all cleaned up, you laid beside each other, a comforting silence surrounding you

And though it happens rarely, Rimbaud felt warmth in your embraces

[tytosaught]

Ive always wanted to know their backstory, “Arthur, Paul,19” somethin cute and cheesy. Have younger rimlaine

[thedarkdisgrace]

Verlaine looks fine af for someone about to initiate divorce proceedings

[yucbimhbbbbbbbb]

Play date! :3

(Au where their all normal families, more art to come :D)

[zxcantdrawmen]

it's been a while since i last drew bsd haha

anyways the design is from some halloween concepts a few yrs back >:D

in this hsehold, we love verlaine

[flower-zombie-rob]

Character(s):

Arthur Rimbaud: l.illithcos on instagram(my gf)

Paul Verlaine: me!

Anime: Bungo Stray Dogs - Stormbringer light novel/Dazai and Chuuya 15 light novel

[doktoredelweiss]

Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud

[tillyalf427]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Relationship: Arthur Rimbaud/Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Characters: Arthur Rimbaud (Bungou Stray Dogs)Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Showers, No Smut, Scars, Kissing, Body Worship

Language: English

Summary:

Touch was a strange concept. At least it was to Verlaine. Touch was something humans seemed to thrive upon and yearn for, something that could provide comfort and care and it was something that he was slowly growing accustomed to. Because although neither of them were particularly touchy people, Rimbaud had made it his personal mission to teach Verlaine that touch wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Notes:

Literally wrote this in one sitting it's been ages since I've done that but this idea wouldn't leave me alone until it was done.

Just a short fluffy little thing, hope everyone enjoys ☺️

Touch was a strange concept. At least it was to Verlaine. Touch was something humans seemed to thrive upon and yearn for, something that could provide comfort and care and it was something that he was slowly growing accustomed to. Because although neither of them were particularly touchy people, Rimbaud had made it his personal mission to teach Verlaine that touch wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

The water poured down Verlaine’s body, warm enough to be comfortable and to let off a small aura of steam in the room. It was nice, after a long mission it was relaxing to simply unwind with the warm water raining onto him.

He didn't even consider how much he had let his guard down until he heard the bathroom door click open and soft footsteps approaching the shower. There was a moment of shuffling before the shower door slid open behind him.

He didn't tense when he felt the presence of another person behind him, fully aware of exactly who it was as he finally turned to face the other.

"Having fun?" Rimbaud's voice held a teasing lilt and Verlaine felt a small smile slip onto his face against his will. He only hummed in response, leaning in to capture Rimbaud's lips

It didn't last long but they were both breathless when they pulled back, whether from the kiss itself or the steam filling the room, neither of them knew.

The trickling water was the only sound in the room, the two staying silent as Rimbaud's hands began wandering around Verlaine’s torso, the action completely innocent in intentions.

Long fingers skimmed across a couple of bruises and scratches from their last mission, filled with a tenderness that Verlaine had never been shown previously. It was enough to leave him reeling, swallowing around the lump in his throat as his eyes flickered across Rimbaud's face, taking in every detail. The way his eyes followed his fingers, softening when they came across a bruise and the way his lips curved upwards ever so slightly and the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

It was times like these that Verlaine realized just how hopelessly smitten he was.

A tense, involuntary shudder wracked through him when Rimbaud's hands brushed across a large, somewhat faded scar across his stomach and he had to remind himself that this was Rimbaud, he wouldn't do anything to harm him.

Despite reminding himself of this, the scarred skin underneath Rimbaud's gentle fingers was tender, more so than the rest of his skin and he could feel every slight movement. He would even go so far as to say he could almost feel Rimbaud's pulse through his fingers.

When another small shudder ran down his spine, Rimbaud cocked his head at him, his face filled with an unreadable emotion.

"Is this alright?"

Verlaine could only hum in response, trying to choke out an explanation even as Rimbaud's fingers traced patterns across the scar.

"Just sensitive is all,"

"Oh?"

Despite Verlaine’s limited emotional understanding, he could sense the teasing lilt to Rimbaud's voice any day, trying to decipher what could be going through his head.

In hindsight, he should have seen it coming, the way Rimbaud dropped to his knees before him, sending heat rushing through Verlaine’s body at the familiar position. However, this time it was different, Rimbaud's hands had shifted to hold onto Verlaine’s hips, but his mouth didn't head to where Verlaine had been expecting. Instead, he latched his mouth onto the same scar he had been tracing across earlier.

The feeling of Rimbaud's soft lips against the scar tickled and sent something electrifying through Verlaine, it hummed under his skin like the constant throb of pain but oh so different.

He was stuck between wanting to pull Rimbaud's head closer and wanting to jerk away from the feeling. Instead he settled for tangling his fingers through Rimbaud's now wet hair, being careful not to tug on it as he let his fingers trace patterns on his scalp.

When Rimbaud did pull away, it was only for a moment, and he never moved too far away, his warm breath hitting the scar now instead of his mouth. When he spoke, Verlaine could practically feel the vibrations of his voice against his skin.

"Where was this scar from again?"

He was sure Rimbaud probably already knew, would even be willing to put money on it but despite this, he still tipped his head back against the water, eyes closed and eyelashes sticking together from the water.

"It's one from the lab," Verlaine breathed out. Normally he hated talking about his time in the lab but he knew Rimbaud wouldn't force him to talk about anything he didn't want to. Unlike the government officials he had been taken to see shortly after gaining his freedom. It was this knowledge that made him continue "I don't know what it was for, something to do with some sort of tests but they had to do it multiple times, that's why it's ah-" Rimbaud had replaced his mouth against the scar as Verlaine had been talking "That's why it's so sensitive,"

"Hm," Rimbaud didn't say anything in response, only humming against Verlaine’s skin. It sent vibrations through his skin and made his muscles tremble underneath Rimbaud's mouth. This time, Rimbaud placed an open mouthed kiss against the pale scar, sucking gently as if he was trying to leave a hickey and successfully sending Verlaine’s brain into overdrive.

He hadn't realized how much feeling he still had where the skin was damaged, so sure that the constant experiments had numbed him to the majority of sensations however this was clearly not the case as he squirmed in Rimbaud's hold.

He almost didn't dare glance down, knowing what a beautiful sight it would be but despite his better judgment, he let his head fall forwards, eyes softening as they took in his partner's appearance.

Pale skin almost glowed underneath the fluorescent bathroom lighting, contrasting sharply with dark tendrils of hair sticking to his glistening skin as the water from the shower rained down.

Verlaine could only see the top of Rimbaud's head from his current position as the other pressed kisses against stomach but he just knew that Rimbaud's eyes would be filled with so much emotion it was bound to catch him off guard.

And that it did when Rimbaud pulled away ever so slightly, hands still locking Verlaine’s hips in place, looking up at him through stray strands of hair.

His green eyes reminded Verlaine of a cat, soft but also sharp and knowing. And his lips quirked up into the smallest smile, tracing his hands up Verlaine’s waist.

"Sorry I got a bit carried away," Rimbaud spoke sheepishly "I can't help myself you're so beautiful,"

Verlaine let his eyes come to rest on his own torso, focussing on the scar which was now flushed a ruby red from Rimbaud's mouth.

Emotion threatened to overwhelm him as he met Rimbaud's eyes, reaching down to tug him up to his feet again before pulling him into another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than before.

The water falling around them had slowly begun to cool and Rimbaud was the first to break the kiss, a shiver wracking through his body.

"As lovely as this is, we should probably clean up,"

A smile slipped onto Verlaine’s face as he sneakily placed another quick kiss onto Rimbaud's lips.

"Whatever you say,"

[anni1600]

Rimlaine for my bestie @susboi318116

speedpaint under the cut

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[slugidiot]

i enjoyed making this. bsd x msm fuck yeah lets go

[ruified]

i just finished reading dazai, chuuya, age 15 so here are some quotes that made me lose my mind (and me explaining why)

…Their argument further escalated when Dazai wouldn't say who was the mastermind behind the black flames. However, Mori had given them strict orders not to solve their problems through violence or threats.

Therefore, they picked what they deemed the fairest method of deciding things: arcade games. The loser would have to obey the winner no matter what.

They ended up playing close to a hundred matches, but that's a story for another time.

the fact that they chose arcade games to settle such a serious matter is so childish /pos i love how they bring out this side in each other, they both had to grow up pretty fast but they were able to do stuff like this around each other. even within the sheep, who took chuuya in, he still had to act like a leader despite his age, and this change is demeanor is strikingly obvious when shirase and the others show up at the arcade and confront chuuya. dazai also had very little chances to act as a teen would and do normal teenager boy stuff, settling a bet over an arcade game was pretty close to that experience though.

"You can't use your hands anymore," said Chuuya. Then he shouted, "Dazai! Now!"

"I'm already on it!"

Dazai sprinted right for Randou, one fist raised.

The boy's eyes were as clear as the sky on a sunny day; they lacked any shred of trepidation. This was not something earned, for only those determined to live could possess their heavenly blue sparkle.

DAZAI’S EYES IN THIS SCENE???? my interpretation of it is that in this very moment dazai wanted to live, and that’s what he was fighting for. he wasn’t just spewing shit when he said that chuuya convinced him to live, at least to live through this fight. i love him sm, 15/pm dazai gotta be one of my favorite complex/fucked up lil guys

"You must die so that I can absorb your dead body and learn what became of my friend—so that I can fill in those missing eight years— so that I can save him."

oh rimlaine my favorite divorcees, how you make my heart ACHE. now “save him” can mean two different things here as it can be literally or figuratively. literally speaking, of course, would just be that arthur would find him if he was alive (keeping in mind that this before he remembered their fight). figuratively speaking, he could mean that he wants to save paul from being forgotten and being lost to time, to preserve his memory and, in turn, uphold meaning to paul’s life as something inhuman.

there’s also this whole section that describes arthur sort of feeling as if everything they (arthur and paul) went through was merely one sided because paul, in his eyes, had betrayed him and (quite literally) stabbed him in the back

"…I thought maybe that way I'd start to like myself as a person—me, a little pattern without a body of my own."

this quote from chuuya is so good and it carries so much impact, it just hit me pretty hard

bonus shoutout to dazai being just amazed by chuuya and standing there, staring like an idiot