I dunno how hot the iron is now for fanmade Guilty Gear-related content, now that we're a little around two months after Strive's release, but I wanted to dabble into a certain bit of the franchise while it's somewhat relevant. This is my first real foray into Guilty Gear fanfiction too (usually I do King of Fighters stories), so I may not be perfect and precise on characters and personality, but I'm giving it a shot anyways because I'm brave like that.

Don't worry about spoilers in the Strive story coming out of this, there are none to be found.


Seeing scavengers and punks beaten into the sand was becoming a regular sight in Jack-O's eyes. Ever since she agreed to join Sol as 'freelance', kicking asses into the dirt was becoming more a routine than a simple 'new lease on life' concept that was required after everything she endured in the past couple years.

She still wondered, though, if this was what Aria wanted – the answer wasn't easy; reactivating that subconscious wasn't easy.

Overall, despite the new occupation, she was still a Valentine first before anything else, just with a change in hair and eye colors.


It was a particularly physical morning this time around.
A whole gang of gas-masked goofs tried to 'poke the bear' and got burned into a spectrum of crispiness – a few lives lost over pettiness within the pecking order.

Sol was now slumped back on the seat of the Firewheel, all the thug-bashing having already exhausted him for the moment. Even in the circumstance of each and every one of the nameless mooks being taken down in at most one or two hits, he felt like he exceeded the effort he was willing to put up with right now.

Somehow, he could tell there was something orbiting upon him – an attempt at comfort from the Valentine who remained by his side.
"...The hell are you looking at?"

"Someone who deserves a break," Jack-O' said.

"Can't," Sol retorted. "You've seen the type of shit I deal with already – you'd better start getting comfortable around it."

Thinking on that, Jack-O' glanced back at the armful of bodies a short distance from the Firewheel that she leaned on.
"I wouldn't say I'd wish that on anybody," she noted. Seems like a mess."

"That 'mess'; to me, that's life." Sol then grunted as he re-straightened his back against the seat. "Just a lot of shit coming at you at once sometimes. I can already tell this ain't your tempo."

Jack-O's head turned slightly from the road behind – now she was gazing towards the distant clouds and shadows of scenery that stretched past the road's cliffside. "I guess... I'm still trying to figure myself out. At least, the type of 'myself' I'm becoming and trying to embrace."

Sol joined the Valentine's gaze towards that cliffside... "For someone like you? Good luck..."

"I'm probably gonna need that luck," she admitted back. "Even then – despite all the kinds of 'me' I feel lurking in my head right now, I can still say, there's at least one constant I see whenever I try to bring it all together."

"And what's that?"

As her gaze fell back onto the, Jack-O's body leaned deeper past the side of the Firewheel, as though she was trying to dig deeper on an ocular level.
"It's you, of course. There's always you, somewhere in there in my mind."

"..."
"...That's some sappy shit, you know that?"
Sol broke the silence before it became more than 'brief'.

Jack-O' giggled. "My words always were a little awkward when I'm not talking stuff like Cytology."

"You're still trying to sound like Aria again," said Sol. "You know you're not quite there yet, right?"

"Don't think I need to be... well... not for what I'm thinking of doing right now..."
Jack-O' reached an arm past Sol's head, positioning almost across to the other side of the Firewheel's backend – and before her fellow 'bounty-hunter' could fully react, she had climbed fully onto the seat of the motorcycle and buckled her hips atop Sol's waist, making herself comfortable in his lap.

Despite the sudden re-positioning of the white-clad oddity, Sol looked fairly unbudged on the outside – still, one would be in the right to believe there was something sparkling around in his brain, trying to awaken something in him. Slender yet curvy was the red-headed Valentine – despite the complications of their relationship, she was an interesting sight in his eyes regardless.

"This your idea of helping me relax?" he asked.
She chuckled again. "How could you tell?"
"Because no one who looks like you just climbs on a guy like me, just to rest."
"You don't even know what I'm going to do yet. Is this intuition or experience?"

Sol wrapped an arm around to rest on the back of his head, carrying a short silence before saying one more thing...
"You tell me."

Something about the slights of body language, from Jack-O's point of view, made it look like Sol was open to whatever, regardless of what either of them were thinking about. Maybe it was just a side-effect of Sol's lazy tendencies, but she could spiritually feel something in him she hadn't seen ever since he became the 'Badguy'.

Also, she could definitely feel something solid below the belt where she was sitting on his lap.
Did he know, or...?

She combed a couple fingers through her hair, trying not to let her body show 'signs of blush'.
"Heh... I suppose you're not going to give me a straight answer, huh?"
Maybe there was only one way to find out how he was 'feeling'...


It only took a few moments for articles of clothing to shift around and/or be removed. Tearing away the 'Buckle of Freedom', Jack-O' was in no state to back out at this point as she dug deeper into Sol's 'anatomy' and found something potentially more capable of blunt force than the Fireseal.

"Frederick... how long has it been since...?"
"Hell if I know. When you live as long as I have, doing what I do, eventually you just stop giving a fuck about... y'know..."

"Oh, say no more... I think I might light a fire in you."
With an intrigued smile, Jack-O' latched a hand around the shaft of Sol's 'stick-shift' and began to help settle out what was probably decades' worth of inactivity.

Something about the red, velvety material of her gloves on his slowly stiffening skin made her not want to let go. Thankfully with how far out they were on this barely-used road, there weren't any possible outside involvements on the horizon willing to force her out of this.

She could live comfortably with her hand on his cock, and her body laying like a cushion against his, as she kept her emerald-green eyes firmly placed in the direction of her lover-in-another-life's face while her gripping hand shifted up and down on him, scanning every single little detail on his face for signs of that stone-wall mental stature of his forming cracks from the inchmeal pace of rising pleasure.

Prose aside, Sol had quite the flat poker face, inevitably taking notice to the science-enamored Valentine clone's deep eye contact.
"You keep staring... somethin' on my face or what?"

"Hmm..." Jack-O' hummed in response. "It's more about what seems to not be on your face. Like, pleasure..."

Sol nodded back, "I'm a hard man to break – what can I say?"

"Even then..." Jack-O' continued to examine. "For someone who probably hasn't had action in decades, you're surprisingly insensitive to the touch."

Sol scoffed back, "You seriously expect me to just melt from a simple rubdown?"

"Well... I wouldn't say that—hmm?"
Jack-O' was briefly cut-off when one of Sol's hands found its way onto her face, fondling her by the right cheek.

Most intriguingly of all, by the way his thumb circled around against her lips, it was almost as though he was trying to suggest something without outright saying it...

Something about the way Sol formed a slight grin as he spoke again...
"If you wanna really get me going, you're going to need to try harder."
…spelled out the start to perhaps a slow shift in the journey of 'exploration' ahead.

Jack-O' found that she wasn't against the idea of whatever Sol was thinking of...


Sol's cock was far beyond the size of a simple lollipop. Jack-O' was utterly surprised at herself that she was able to fit it in her mouth, and even run her spread lips and tongue up and down against his rock-hard surface.

There was a bit of muffled, garbled dialogue coming from the pumpkin-associated oddity, "Mmmmgphmmm-thmmhm..."

"Hmm?" Without hestation, Sol grabbed and pulled Jack-O's head up, off his cock, causing her to gasp out for air.
"Couldn't hear ya – the hell are you saying?" he asked her.

Jack-O' briefly fondled the saliva-drenched member, deeply observing... "Saltier than I imagined."

"That's the first thing on your mind, sucking me off?"

"Can't help it – that 'gimme candy' phase really ruined my taste buds..."

"Imagine it was either that or sucking everyone's dick... knowing the types of fuckers you walked along with."

Despite the far-from-sweet taste, Jack-O' pushed on forth with her oral voyage against the great girth, running up from beyond the base of Sol's cock with her sweetness-accustomed tongue before reaching the tip once again and letting the lips of her mouth spread both ways in wrapping around over the head.

*smack!* "*uurp~!*"
And then she almost choked herself from accidentally throating Sol's long thick appendage to the base, the moment she felt her backside swatted and squeezed by his powerfully firm hand.
After the sudden welcoming of almost a foot's worth of length, her mouth immediately retreated from the erection, resorting back to a literally hands-on approach once again as she snapped back,
"H-hey! If you wanna grab there, ask first!"

"I ain't an asking type of guy," he replied. "You ain't much better yourself with the way you move around sometimes."

"What are you saying? That I'm 'showing off' too much?" In an almost oblivious side-note – at the point Jack-O' was asking this, she was deeply bent over across the Firewheel to the point where her butt was almost lifted to a higher height than her upper body as she was 'partaking'.

Sol shrugged, having noticed this factor himself.
"Just saying, it's almost like you want to get felt up. You had that witch bitch by your side – I guess you learned too much from her..."
It almost felt like zero surprise that he decided to have a grab – but knowing him, it was more of a move of dominance than anything, not wanting to let a lollipop-cruncher like her get too much of a handle on him.

In fact, the clutch he had on the pumpkin-plumpness looked like it was getting tighter – and Jack-O' almost felt uncomfortable.
"If I were you, I wouldn't want to bring her up too much – and I'd also—nngh~!" She started to shift around, trying to shake off the clutch Sol had on her suit.
"...I'd probably not let my hands be the center to hold all this tension...!"

Suddenly, there was a sound and accompanying feeling of fabric ripping apart...
*vvrip~!* …and Jack-O' could immediately feel something wrong the moment she felt a draft of fresh wind sneak up on her rear and nether regions.

She stared back, pupils shrunk and face red as she shifted – her bodysuit was ripped at the ass, and unsurprisingly, she was not a fan of underwear, judging from the absolute lack of it.

Sol's stone-cold, stern expression maintained, with just a hint of cockiness as he shook off the sudden pulling force met against his hand – overall, he was not too fazed by Jack-O's unfortunate 'exposure'.

"Like I said," he responded, "it's almost like you want it, isn't it?"

Jack-O' almost shivered, and it wasn't because of the wind of the road grazing up the skin of her ass.
She almost didn't like the way Sol was looking at her.


Jack-O' was quickly finding it to not be a great idea to 'poke the sleeping bear' after all – because now she was getting poked through the ass with that waking bear's stiffness.

Her body was pushed down against the gauges and controls of the Firewheel, her legs sprawled across both sides of the seat as Sol's body shifted against hers, pushing downwards in a suddenly-sexual clash, hind-to-loins.
With nothing but the drool she left on his cock with the work she put in with her mouth, he was anally ravaging her with the newfound strength awakened in him. All the teasing and barely-subtle provoking into 'action' had naturally culminated in Sol getting the advantage over Jack-O'.

Sol grabbed Jack-O' by her overly-flowing red hair and met her face closer against his.
"Tell me – is this what you really wanted?"

"Mmmph~hah~aahh~!" Jack-O' yelped repeatedly as Sol slammed into her asshole – she almost couldn't answer, for a moment. "This is... s-somewhere close, but...!"

"But what? Didn't think it'd be this rough?"

"D-didn't think you'd put it right up my butt...!"

"Sometimes you gotta man up and take it," he responded, his thrusts becoming slower yet deeper all the while.
"Or 'woman up' – whatever the hell the saying is...!" His pelvis smashing into her caused slightly more rippling jiggles on her asscheeks as he clutched even more hair on the back of her head in a single tight grip.

The Firewheel as a whole was quaking like the ground itself was enraged at it for reasons unknown, as Sol continued to pound into Jack-O'. His pace was increasing gradually with all the subtlety of a jackhammer on the fritz – like he was trying to bang all the essence of Aria out of her.

Within moments, Sol had abruptly stopped inside her as soon as he hit his speed limit, almost balls-deep as he felt a sensation rising to the surface.
"Shit... that's almost too good...!" He growled and hissed as he started to throb intensely inside Jack-O'.

The red-headed Valentine knew and felt what was happening as she felt the deep end of her asshole start to get flooded with a liquid thickness that almost pooled up to her intestines beyond. Clearly, Sol had no intention of letting himself out until he was finished unloading his blazing heat into her.

Wit her body fighting the urge to rest and ultimately failing, she nearly knocked herself unconscious outright bumping her face against the front handle of the Firewheel. She needed time to catch her breath...

As she finally felt Sol pull out of her, allowing the built-up flood of cum to pool welcomingly in her butthole, Jack-O' could do very little other than lay against the bizarrely-constructed motorcycle and let herself relax – all the talk of helping Sol unwind and it was probably too much of a success in the end.

All in all... she still had no idea what Aria would think about this.


I tend to wonder how someone like Jack-O' - with some of the animations she had in Xrd (particularly when she crouches) - manages to get very little in terms of fanfic-smut overall. Never ceases to mystify me.

On the other hand, I don't really have deep knowledge on how Sol is like when he fucks (or if he's ever actually fucked during any of the games' stories) so I kinda just winged it with his usual attitude mixed with big pounding energy.