[NSFW] Aᴠᴀʟᴀɴᴄʜᴇ Hᴇᴀᴛ | 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑥 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦

[Starry]

[Reserved]
Intro graphic W.I.P​

 

[Penitency]

X​

“She’s changed, soldier boy.” “Yeah, whatever.” “Don’t believe me?” The matte, worn finish of Barret’s gun totting right arm barely reflected the single tube lighting embedded within the train car’s ceiling. He remained hunched over, elbows to knees, seated in the barely-there comfort of the train’s worn, cushioned seats following the outer limits of the car. He was a beast of a man, heavy-set, muscular, dark-skinned. A tattoo of a skull moved with the rippling muscle of his left shoulder; metal bands around his waist made him look like some junk-yard dog ready to bite. “I don’t,” Cloud huffed like a typical school boy and seated himself across from the gun-arm wielding terrorist leader, “and it doesn’t matter anymore, anyways.” He’d lean his sword up against the train’s inner wall nearby, sitting back with a feigned confidence Barret saw right through. The dark-skinned leader smirked, his tongue striking the roof of his mouth, as he sat upright and back into the chair, staring at Cloud from beneath a pair of black shades that reflected the overhead lighting. “Tch, yeah, that’s a load of bullshit.” His voice was deeper, gravely, and rough in comparison to Cloud’s singsong one– it matched Barret’s hard-on-the-nose personality and rocky exterior. A big, boulder of an exterior. He was a tank of a man not many could match. “Yous been thinking of Tifa since we loaded up on this train. Hell, it’s probably the reason why you’re here. You’ve been dying to see that girl again, even if you won’t admit it.” Barret groaned, getting comfortable as his massive arms followed the tops of the booth, stretching out grand pectorals beneath a dirty brown vest. Barret enjoyed the bumps along the ride as the train rolled over the tracks, vibrating up against his massive shoulder blades like some free, slum-approved massage. “But I got news for ya, soldier boy, Tifa is wayyy different now. I made sure of it. She ain’t that little angel you made promises to long ago. Not no more.” Barret’s flesh-and-bone left hand lifted and brushed up against the beard lining his jaw, softly digging into the scruff before it sat back into his lap. Said beard led up to a hi-top fade of equally dark hue. His chiseled and pronounced features looked angry, annoyed, and frustrated with the ex-SOLDIER before him. Fuck, this little puny kid was ruining his mental images of Tifa’s toned ass bouncing and slapping up against his tree-trunk thighs. What he’d do to slap that backside of hers as he made her move to a hard, fast rhythm in celebration of their successful bombing mission. Damn, Barret needed her. And now. It’s been a whole goddamn day on this mission since he last saw her. And now he was bringing a childhood friend of hers with him, they hadn’t seen one another in a long, long time. It didn’t matter. Barret leaned back, groaning as his sore muscles tensed, hand cupping a gigantic bulge within his green cargo pants. Even dormant, the man would be hand-over-fist bigger than the blonde before him. “Whatever.” “Yeah, you keep sayin’ that. Tifa knows her place. And you’ll find it’s with me.” Cloud was nearly blown off his seat, but he played it down. Was his childhood crush with– Barret!? The music playing within the train almost made it look like a sitcom unfolding. Random elevator-style music, and the thumps of the train on the tracks, suddenly filled Cloud’s ears as he began to stare off into space. Far, far away. Lost in thought. No way. Not Tifa. Barret stood up the minute the train’s whistle blew. The station was near. And when he stood up, at 6’6’’ glory, Barret towered over everyone. Cloud couldn’t match him, and was forced to look up with a lifted chin to even meet the leader’s darkened gaze. What a wimp. Barret must have been triple Cloud’s size in muscular and physical heft. “That’s right. You’ll see. Meet up at her bar, the Seventh Heaven. I’ll pay your due there.” Barret spoke that last bit venomously. Cloud should be savin’ the planet for free. “Do I need to be your tour guide, or you got it, soldier boy?” “I… I got it.” The rest of the crew exited, excited for the completion of their first mission. Cloud gave Jessie and Biggs hope they could overcome Shinra. It took Barret to break them up near the steps of the station, “aye ya’ll, get to the spot! Stop bringing attention to us.” A red suited Shinra officer pretended to not hear, and instead opted to close the doors of the train once everyone was off. The crew set off, too, through the slums. Cloud was the first to enter as gunshots rang out on the steps of the Seventh Heaven bar. A burst of bullets sparked from the end of a rotating gatling gun mounted to Barret’s arm. Some goons settled upon the porch, ran off, before he’d slam another into the turf, and chase off the last remaining punks with another few shots into the air. “That’s what I thought, don’t linger around my bar without gettin’ a drink. You’re scarin’ off the customers.” Cloud sighed once inside, noticing Tifa on the far end and pausing, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword behind him. She looked stunnin– umph! Barret barged in, his massive, broad chest slammed into Cloud’s back mid-thought. Cloud was shoved aside by a freight train, and Barret’s footsteps were fast to make it to the bar. “Where’s my girl?” For the first time, a bright grin was worn upon Barret’s hard facial features en route toward the bar. His objective? Tifa, immediately. There was no doubt Barret was going right for Tifa upon first sight, and the first thing he did? Grab a nice, thick, overwhelming handful of her bubbly ass with his actual hand, lifting up her skirt in the process, making sure he had skin-on-skin before leaning down to even out their height difference to plant thick lips upon her own with a hungry groan. All Cloud could do was watch, choked up, silent, paused near the door. As he stood there, hand on sword, the others piled in. Biggs and the others sat at their usual table, food Tifa had already prepared now being devoured the minute they sat. “Hey Cloud,” Biggs looked over, mouth nearly full, “you–nrgh– okay buddy? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Y-yeah... I am fine.”​

 

[Starry]

♠​

The Seventh Heaven was already locked up for the night - sign flipped, blinds pulled down just enough to keep nosy eyes from peeking in - but Tifa still lingered behind the bar, hips swaying in slow, idle figure-eights that were more habit than anything else. She was aching. Not just a little stir of want, but that deep, gnawing, can’t-think-straight kind of need that made her glance at the clock every thirty seconds and sigh like she’d been kept waiting a lifetime. Barret had been gone all day. A whole mission without so much as a single touch, and now her body was practically vibrating for him - thighs pressing together every time she bent down to grab something, that sweet ache pulsing hotter every time she pictured those giant hands gripping her waist and using her. She was dressed the way she always accidentally dressed when she knew he’d be walking in - like a walking invitation. A tight, cropped tank clung to her massive chest, every shift of her shoulders making her tits sway and test the stretch of the thin fabric, and a scandalously short skirt barely covered the curve of her ass. The hem rode up every time she reached for the higher shelves, flashing just enough plush thigh to tease. Her earrings -big, heavy gold hoops - swayed and caught the low light whenever she turned her head, subtle flashes of metal that made her feel just a little more like the prize she knew she was. She moved from table to table with a rag in hand, pretending to clean but really just killing time, distracted by the way her breasts kept pressing against the edge of the bar when she leaned over. Once, she bent down to pick up a dropped glass and found herself face to face with a thick, beer-tap handle. Her lips parted without thinking, a hot rush sliding through her belly as her mind betrayed her - gods, it was almost as thick as Barret’s— Her thighs squeezed tighter. She set the glass down harder than she meant to, pressing the rag to her cheek for a moment as if the cool fabric could ground her. Every little thing in here reminded her of him - the heavy mugs in her hands, the broad-backed chairs he filled so easily, even the vibration of the ice maker thumping in the corner felt too much like the rhythm she craved from his hips. By the time she heard heavy boots out front, her pulse was already spiking, the rag forgotten on the bar. One more second and she was sure she’d lose her mind without him. The moment the door swung open and Barret’s heavy steps shook the floorboards, Tifa glanced up from behind the bar - and her whole face softened. The tension in her shoulders melted, lips curving into a warm smile that was just for him. “Barret,” she breathed, a hint of relief under the greeting, as if the noise and trouble outside had been worth it just to see him come through that door. Then his hand found her - a bold squeeze under her skirt, warm skin against hers - and her breath caught. She gave a quiet, startled laugh against his chest, one hand bracing on him while the other came up to rest lightly over the broad plane of his shoulder. “You could’ve just said hello…” she teased, though there was no mistaking the fondness in her eyes when she tilted her head back to meet his kiss. It was a quick, hungry press of lips, sweetened by the little hum she gave into it before pulling back just enough to speak. “Long day?” she asked softly, fingertips brushing along his jaw. The closeness, the ease between them - it was all second nature. Her gaze shifted past him then, catching on Cloud lingering by the door. Her smile cooled a fraction, polite but distant. “Oh… hey,” she said, her tone even, almost casual. “Guess it’s been a while.” No rush to close the space between them. No real warmth, either. And then she was looking back to Barret, her hand still resting against him. “You’re just in time,” she said with a small, knowing smile, glancing toward the kitchen where food waited for him. “Figured you’d be hungry after today.” The words carried that familiar Tifa warmth - looking after him, steady and sure - but there was a faint spark in her eyes that suggested she’d been counting the minutes until he walked in. Tifa stayed close as Barret settled in, her hip brushing his thigh while she reached behind the bar for a bottle. As she leaned in to set it down in front of him, her hand lingered just a moment longer than needed - sliding over the hard plane of his stomach, fingers tracing lower until her palm cupped the thick shape beneath his cargo pants. It was casual on the surface, almost hidden by the way her body angled toward him, but there was nothing accidental about it. “Glad you’re back safe,” she said aloud, and it wasn’t just for him. Her voice carried to where Biggs, Jessie, and Wedge had gathered, all of them mid-bite or mid-laugh. She smiled their way - bright, easy, genuine - as if she hadn’t just given Barret a squeeze under the counter. The gang had seen it all before. They’d heard the muffled moans from upstairs after missions, caught flashes of her straddling his lap when she thought no one was looking. They’d watched her bloom under Barret’s rough hands and low voice, embracing exactly what she wanted to be for him. And none of them had ever said a word against it - if anything, they’d accepted it like another part of the bar’s rhythm. Her gaze flicked past them to Cloud, still standing stiff near the doorway, and her smile didn’t reach her eyes. He’d never once written, never tried to reach out in all the years since Nibelheim. Now here he was, silent and staring, like he had any claim on the girl she used to be. Well, that girl was gone. Tifa’s hand squeezed Barret’s crotch one last time before she let it trail back up to his hip, fingers hooking into his belt. Her voice softened again, meant only for him this time. “You want your dinner now, or later?” she asked, but the faint curve of her lips hinted she wasn’t talking about food at all. ​

 

[Penitency]

X​

Barret was an overwhelming presence upon Tifa and the room at large. It made Cloud feel small, as he stood by the doorway, promising Biggs he was fine. But Cloud was -far- from fine, as he watched Barret’s massive paw dig into Tifa’s round ass like he owned it. Maybe he did. Cloud felt dizzy at this introduction with the rush of blood to his head, and Tifa’s lack of attention to his presence was fuel to a bonfire ever raging within. How did this happen? Maybe I should have never left. Tifa’s laugh, hands roaming over Barret’s bulky frame, and her eager attitude had the dark-skinned leader grinning ear to ear. A grin she knew all too well. Her hand would barely make it over his shoulder given how immense he was. Barret could swallow Tifa up with a hug and make her vanish. Her ass spilled between his fingers as he gripped tight and possessively, their lips mingling for a moment. When she pulled back, Barret’s equally dark colored eyes leveled down into her own gaze below rather intimately. A brief nod was given, his gravely voice lowered to a whisper upon her lips, “mmnh, yeah. Too long, without you, baby girl.” A warm and thick tongue wet his lips, collecting any lingering taste of her before he noticed her fingertips along the scruff of his jaw. Tifa could get the hint of Barret’s natural musk upon her nose, between sweat and a long day of violence. Cloud swallowed hard, raising a hand, his fingers lowering like a wilting flower, “hey… Tifa.” His voice wilted all the same. With a childish huff, the swordsman moved to a table near the crew, hung up his sword on the wall, and took a seat. He didn’t know where to go from here, but merely watch his childhood crush fawn over a brute he didn’t know until today. “Hah, soldier boy over there didn’t believe me when I told him you belonged to me.” Barret laughed under his breath, giving rise to those gigantic pectorals beneath his vest. The ink of his tattoos scribbled into dark flesh, rippling with his every strong, powerful move. The hand upon Tifa’s round ass gave a firm slap to that globe before releasing it. He had to do it. Instead, he swallowed up her hips with both hands. “Am I?” He noticed the food and nodded. “That’s a good girl. I’ve taught you well, haven’t I?” Barret caught that -look- in her eyes in that flashing minute. Oh, he knew his Tifa like the back of his fuckin’ hand. “I am starved. Not sure if food alone is going to do it, baby girl.” A smirk played across his fat lips before the brute moved for his own spot at the bar, with food laid out -just- for him the others didn’t get. The stool could barely support the beast upon it, groaning and protesting as he sat. Barret began to dig in some, pausing when he noticed her brushing up against his hard, tree-trunk thigh. Sitting up in his stool, putting down his fork, and swallowing his food– she’d get a good feel of his hard abs tightening between her fingertips as she roamed. “Mnh,” he groaned, feeling her hand cupping his bulge. Barret was undoubtedly near ten or so inches, and he wasn’t even hard yet. Thick, impossibly thick. She might even feel a vein or two throbbing, even between the clothing he wore, as she gripped him. “Someone can’t wait,” Barret muttered under his breath, the others unaware of the grip she had on him. Calm and cool, the man grabbed the bottle she set down in front of him, twisted the top, and took a swig. “Stop lookin’ at that punk,” Barret grinned, another swig taken had his bicep blaring outwards. -Clank- the bottle was set down on the counter again, “he ain’t worth your time. You belong to me.” A deep, ragged sigh escaped his flared nostrils when he felt the burn of the liquor running down his throat. Tifa always gave him the good stuff fit for a king. She was his queen of spades, after all. The squeeze again. Barret’s thick cock throbbed against her hand, further tenting his green cargo pants. Her words had him licking his lips before biting down on the bottom, “I ain’t waiting. Be a good little bitch and get down on your knees. It’s been about time– I’ve gone all day without it. Without you. It’s time you prove to Cloud why you’ve moved on; why I am superior.” And with that, Barret took another swig before the bottle was settled back down. He’d merely command, expect her to obey, while he finished his food so nonchalantly. And Cloud? All he could do was watch, his mouth nearly falling open. “Oh, Cloud!” Bigg’s voice interrupted Cloud’s surprise, “yeah-nrhmn– that’s– that’s normal. They are -really- into one another.” “I… see that.” “I just thought I’d let you know.. OH! And Tifa’s cooking? Out of this world! Want to try?” ​