#VincentWeek2024

[dangoulains-devotion]

vincent valentine week 2024 - day 4; monster

every time i close my eyes and slowly fall to sleep, this nightmare coming over me, it drags me down deep

[phantomyre]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VINCENT VALENTINE

"Crowmaster"

[aelkurai-art]

Happy birthday Vincent, you deserve so much love ♥

[lugiafly]

Happy Birthday Vincent! Day 1 of Vincent Valentine Week!

[wisedo]

Inktober 2024 - Day 14 - Roam

Vincentweek 2024 - Day 14 - Coffin

And so Vincent decided not to use his PHS in Nibelheim

[spaces-3etween]

Wishing a very happy birthday to this nightmare man. Please enjoy my annual controbution ;) 🖤

[tehrevving]

Vincent Valentine Week Day 8 - Sleep

Obviously we’re finishing Vincent week with a somnophilia blowjob lmao. 18+

Vincent is still completely passed out. It’s morning, spots of sunlight bleeding around the curtain edges. You’re awake, surprisingly awake and you know that he’ll sleep for hours longer if you let him. You consider getting up and leaving him be, but you know that will wake him up. 

He’s beautiful in sleep, relaxed and soft, hair a messy halo spilling over the pillow. It had taken years, but you’d finally managed to convince him to wear actual pyjamas. A black t-shirt covers his torso, showing off a hint of the scars that wrap around his arms, with proper sleeping pants that are comfortable. He looks like a different person, dressed casually just for you. You’re the only one that ever sees him like this and it means so much. 

You shift under the covers, deciding what to do and that’s when you notice that the sheets are ever so slightly tented at his crotch. He often wakes up hard, you’ve probably conditioned him to. You love the sound that he makes, low and deep in his throat when he’s sleepy and you accidentally rub against him. You’re feeling bold this morning, wide awake and more coordinated than usual, so you decide to be naughty. 

You move carefully down the bed, head disappearing underneath the covers. It’s warm as you move gently, situating down between his legs. 

There’s a definite bulge in his pants, not fully hard but you know he’s going to be sensitive. His pants slide down easily, there’s more than enough stretch at the elastic waist because of how tall he is, how difficult it is to find clothes that actually fit him. You watch his breathing. It’s still even, his stomach rising and falling ever so slightly even as it dips sharply between his hips. You’re positive he’s still asleep. 

He could wake up at any time of course though, so you’re not going to tease. You won’t lick at his cock until he grows solid. You won’t press sloppy kisses to the head and run your tongue up and down his shaft. Instead you just take in a steadying breath and wrap your lips around him. 

You can fit all of him inside of your mouth, a rare occurrence. You hold him there, settling the weight of him against your tongue. His hips move slightly as he twitches between your lips, starting to engorge. 

You rub your tongue gently across his shaft, keeping your lips tight to his base. You can feel him thicken between your lips, the pressure as you struggle not to loosen around him. You feel his length approaching the back of your throat with each warm throb. You savour the feel of him, because you never get to do this. It doesn’t matter how quickly you manage to undress him, or how spontaneous you try to be, he’s usually completely hard every time you sink down between his legs. 

You can hear him, a groan muffled through the blanket. You bob your head slightly, adjusting with reluctance as he grows too large for you to hold without minor discomfort. You press your tongue to the underside of his shaft, applying pressure as you move up and down, covering him with saliva. His hips move underneath you with slightly more pressure, he’s waking up. 

You slide back and dig your tongue into his slit. He whines your name in a gasp, voice muffled and thick with sleep. You want to hear it unencumbered. You hum in response, forcing the vibrations through his shaft. He moans deeply as a hand reaches for you over the covers, splaying over the back of your head. His hips buck up with a not very subtle request for more. 

Now that you know he’s awake, you pick up the pace. You trace your thumb over his thigh, brushing where it meets his hip. You slide your fingers across his balls, tight and warm. His cock throbs between your lips as you move, up and down with a slow steady rhythm. 

His hips force you to speed up, bucking up between your lips and trying to get his tip into your throat. You let him, just for a moment, lips pressed to dark curls as you swallow around him. The sound he makes is obscene, loud and wanting. You love hearing it. 

You pull back and he whines, hand tightening on your head. He’s impatient and close. He never lasts very long in the morning and that’s fine. 

You bring him to the edge easily, knowing exactly what he likes. A slower, more intense pace with a brush of tongue and hollowed cheeks. You can feel when he’s about to come, the throbbing of his cock growing more intense, hand tightening to your head and the soft, breathless whispers that leave his throat. 

He spills between your lips with a deep, cracking moan of your name. You swallow, catching all of his release, not wanting to make a mess. You suck him until his hips stop bucking into you, until he whines in overstimulation and his cock begins to soften slightly against your tongue. 

You tuck him back into his pants, cock still drenched with your saliva. You don’t care, he has more than one pair. You surface from underneath the covers, moving up his body, pressing against his torso. You lay your hands on his chest, peeking up at him with your thighs on either side of his waist. 

He’s stunning, eyes still soft with sleep and completely blissed out. His face is flushed and breathing elevated. The rise and fall of his chest is deep and comforting underneath you. 

“Morning,” you grin, probably smiling too widely. 

He groans in response, pulling you down to his chest. You settle, resting your ear against him, feeling the still elevated, strong beat of his heart. He holds you close, presses you to him so you can’t move. You don’t want to move. You cuddle with him, soft and warm under the covers, until he’s ready to return the favour.

[thebirdqueen]

Day 1

Celebrate/Sweet

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOT VAMPIRE MAN!!!!!! Doing @vincentvalentineweek prompt list in celebration for Vincent

[hello-galad]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Grimoire Valentine & Vincent Valentine Characters: Vincent Valentine, Grimoire Valentine Additional Tags: Angst and Feels, Vincentweek2024, It gets better if you think about how eventually he is okay and happy, in the meantime though…yeah this is going to hurt Summary:

The muffled noise of a voice talking was lulling Vincent to sleep, it was past his bedtime. The place he was hiding in was warm and soft and safe.

[dangoulains-devotion]

vincent valentine week 2024 - day 1; surprise/sweet

a short comic based off of a thought the end of advent children gave me - what if once in a while aerith could, for a short time, communicate via phones? it's a bit of a stretch idea but i thought it'd be cute!

[yazzyroth]

@vincentvalentineweek

I made a drawing for the prompts Surprise /sweet /Celebrate

It's Vincent who gets surprised with a home made Schwarzwälder Kirsch Torte and a family picture. His husband Dara planned this for as soon Vincent would be back home ♥️

Art is made by me © C.Arends / Yazzyroth

[aelkurai-art]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997), Final Fantasy VII Remake and Rebirth (Video Games 2020-2024) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cid Highwind/Vincent Valentine Characters: Cid Highwind, Vincent Valentine Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Claustrophobia Summary:

He opened his eyes and there was only darkness. A leaden blanket, a heavy and oppressive darkness. Not even a thread of light. Not a star, not the moon, nothing.

[lugiafly]

Vincent Week - Day 7 - Status Ailment

[wisedo]

Inktober 2024 - Day 13 - Horizon

Vincent week 2024 - Day 13 - Surprise

[vincentvalentineweek]

The Nightmare Begins October 13th! 

Vincent Valentine Week returns October 13th! We are so excited to be back celebrating our favorite gothic grandpa, former Turk and overall best boy! 

Prompts: 

October 13-Surprise/Celebrate/Sweet

October 14-Sin/Technology/Coffin

October 15-Materia/Trauma/Protection

October 16-Atonement/Monster/Secret

October 17-Bullet/Weapon/Recoil

October 18-Save/Game/Card

October 19-Status Ailment/Lost/Foreign

October 20-Summon/Mistake/Sleep

Guidelines

⚰️Work must be your own that means no plagiarized art/fic or AI art/fic

⚰️Vincent must be recognizable as a character 

⚰️Work must be Vincent Valentine centric

⚰️Ships, AUs, OCs and collabs are welcome!

⚰️You are not obligated to finish the week or do every prompt 

⚰️SFW and NSFW content are allowed, just tag appropriately. 

⚰️You must wait until the event starts to share work

⚰️Tag #Vincentweek2024, #vvw24 or @vincentvalentineweek to be featured 

[tehrevving]

Vincent Valentine Week Day 5 - Recoil

It’s your second shooting lesson with Vincent and honestly you think you’re doing quite well. All of your shots have managed to hit the target, not the bullseye, but you’re getting close. You’re feeling comfortable with the small handgun he’s let you use, you’re used to the weight and recoil of it. You’re probably overeager but you feel ready to shoot something with more firepower. 

Vincent stands behind you, not quite touching you but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. He’s relaxed, not nervous or tense. He’s always watching, ready to step in if he senses you’re doing something wrong. He’d had to step in multiple times during your first lesson to adjust your stance, large hands trailing reverently over your hips and thighs. He’s much more distracting than you’d anticipated he would be. The adrenaline of shooting and the feel of him behind you, it quickly grows too much. You’d jumped him once you’d returned to the relative privacy of the Highwind and you think today's lesson is going to end the same way. 

You flick the safety and put your handgun down on the table in front of you, lifting up the ear protection sitting awkwardly across your head and turning back to Vincent. 

He looks down at you, head tilted, something like pride hidden in his eyes. 

“What do you think? I’m good right?” you laugh. 

He hums. “If this was turk training, then you would already have failed.”

You pout, knowing that he’s just being mean for the sake of it. 

He smiles softly, crooking your chin up with a gentle finger underneath your chin. “You are doing well,” he praises. 

“Well enough to try another weapon?” you ask, giving your best, puppy-dog eyes and tilting your head to point at the gun strapped to his thigh. 

“The recoil will be too much for you,” he asserts, voice serious. 

“Maybe,” you reply. “But what if you’re incapacitated and I need to use yours? I’m not always going to have this handgun on me.”

His face falls slightly. You feel bad, knowing how much it frustrates him that his transformations and subsequent fainting spells leave him an unpredictable liability in battle. “Alright,” he nods, taking half a step back from you. 

He shows you how to undo the strap that holds his gun in the holster and demonstrates how to pull it out without getting caught on the buckles. He places the gun in your hand, still holding onto the middle of the barrel. It’s much heavier than you expected, and longer than you thought it would be. You should have expected this, you know that the gun is nearly the length of Vincent’s thigh, and he’s decently tall and all fucking leg. 

He shows you the safety and talks you through the main parts of the weapon. He has you repeat everything back to him, trying to ensure that you remember. He lets go of the gun and you have to hold it with two hands to support all its weight. He has you take your shooting stance, forcing you to turn away from him. He corrects your grip on the gun subtly, explaining that you need to hold it differently due to the recoil. It’s awkward compared to the handgun you’ve been using, the grip clearly made for someone with much larger, stronger hands. 

“Your stance is good,” he says eventually, pride in his voice. “Do not move. I will work around you.”

You almost turn around, not sure what he means but manage to catch yourself at the last moment as he suddenly presses up against your back. You try not to move as his gauntlet finds your hip, pricks of sensation heating your skin. The warmth of his torso presses flush to your back, the buckles of his cloak against your spine. He presses his shoulder against yours, against the one holding the gun, allowing you to brace against his body.

“I have you,” he murmurs, voice deep and right by your ear. You repress the shudder that skates down your neck. You can feel his breath on your hair. “Whenever you're ready,” he purrs, sliding your earmuffs down and muffling the sound of the night. 

The gun is heavy in your hands, the weight foreign and strange. You line up the target trying to do the exact same thing that you’ve been doing all night with the smaller gun. It’s more difficult with the heavier weapon, the weight is different and it dips at the end of the barrel.You struggle to hold it straight. Vincent is distracting too. He’s still, barely moving, you can’t even feel him breathe, but you know he’s there. Solid and reassuring.

You take in a deep breath and then let it out slowly, squeezing down on the trigger. 

The sound of the gunshot is loud even through your ear protection. The recoil is intense, your arm and the gun flying upwards. Your shoulder is thrown back into Vincent’s body but he’s an unmoving weight behind you. His hand on your hip keeps you steady, keeps your feet on the floor and your stance strong. Your shot goes wide, really fucking wide, no where near the target. That’s fine, you try to reassure yourself, it was only your first time. 

You turn your head, looking over your shoulder. Vincent nods, allowing you to have another shot. You line up, taking more care this time. You’re expecting the recoil but it doesn’t matter. You still end up pushing into Vincent. You try to use him though, using the strength of his support at your back to push through the strain on your shoulder. Your shot grazes the edge of the target this time. Much better. 

You fire off three more shots, each one skimming the edge of the target before Vincent stops you. He takes the gun, flicking the safety and holstering it back against his thigh. You try to protest but he shushes you, lifting up your earmuffs. “No more,” he mutters by your ear. “Your arm will already be sore tomorrow.” His body is still wrapped around you, trapping you, not allowing you to move. “You did well,” he praises, the heat of it curling around you. 

“T-thanks,” you stammer, not quite sure where to go from here. You expect him to step away, but he doesn’t. 

“You look good with my gun,” he murmurs, voice low at your ear. His tone is deep and seductive, full of promise. 

He spins you quickly, pulling you in close, pressing you flush to the length of his body. He’s warm, the scent of gunpowder and smoke overwhelming. You look up at him, noticing an immediate heat in his eyes. You shift slightly and realise that he’s hard, a solid bulge pressing against your hip. 

You grin, you can’t help yourself. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to —”

He cuts you off with a rough press of his leather glove over your lips “Do not finish that sentence,” he growls, squeezing your jaw between his fingers and pulling you into a rough, heated kiss.