romantic sol badguy x reader? I like the idea of reader being brutal during battle but very sweet towards sol, and when traveling with him and sin they make sure to watch out for each other. Preferably fem reader, whos usually soft and girly if its ok!
YIPPEEEE first request of the day and it's guilty gear! We are severely lacking in this fandom, what do you mean everyone knows it but no one writes for it????
Sol Badguy x Fem-Girly-Reader
TW: Typical guilty gear violence (aka, fighting, bounty hunting), Sol's a little mean
You were Sol's little firecracker. Corny, he knew, especially for him, who claimed to hate every nickname you gave him. But when it came to you? You were his firecracker. So damn fierce in a fight, but eventually, fizzled out in the palm of his hand. Which was, right about now. After finishing off a brawl for another bounty, the two of you finished tying up said bounty on the back of his bike. Sin stood around trying to eat a butterfly (he's only five, can you blame him?) , as the two of you chatted back and forth-
"So? Chili tonight? You know Sin loves it after all, and you do make the best I've had..."
"Oh? Now you're sweet talking? Where was all this sweetness a couple seconds ago, huh?"
"Hush! You know I do what I have to in a fight."
He smiled, pulling you flush against him. You blushed profusely at the sudden contact, before you realized what he was doing. He had a piece of your soft pink cardigan between his fingers, around the neckline. "You got a little tear. You know how you get about your clothes after all, just wanted to let you know."
You both stood in close silence for a moment, before you shoved Sol away, flustered-
"You know what you're doing! You're just trying to get me all worked up again...!" He laughed, letting you shove him. "Oh really? Can't take it missy?" He teased.
Suddenly, he twirled a finger around your hair. "Maybe I am trying to get you worked up, what of it?" He took another step, holding you close from behind. Your cardigan slipped halfway off your shoulder as he whispered in your ear - "how about tonight, it's just us? No Bounty, no traveling, just you me and a little-"
"Hey old man! Look at this awesome thing I found!"
He huffed, turning back to see Sin running towards you with a beetle in his hand. To be fair, it was a shiny beetle.
"Ugh, this is why I hate kids... Little weirdo- Cmon you two, bike. Now."
As you both settled in, Sin sitting in the side car, as you held onto Sol from behind, you couldn't help but see him flash a smile at you, despite being "Angry" - he could never hate his little Firecracker.
Marriage with sol would be weird don'tcha think? Anyways, hope you enjoyed!!!
Sol Badguy and Baiken datting an silly(naive idiot) reader
Sol Badguy x GN! reader /Baiken x GN! reader
Topic: them dating a silly reader
Tags: fluff
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-Sol would act like he’s annoyed by your naivety, constantly grumbling about how you get into dumb situations or trust the wrong people. “How did you even fall for that?” he’d mutter, rolling his eyes. But deep down, he finds your innocence oddly endearing, and he’ll always step in when things get too serious. Despite his tough exterior, Sol is quick to handle any threats or danger you stumble into, silently protecting you.
- Sol knows you're not the sharpest when it comes to tricky situations, so he'd teach you in his own rough way. “You can’t just believe everything you hear, dumbass,” he’d say while giving you pointers on how to handle yourself. He’s not the soft, hand-holding type, but every lesson comes with a level of care. He’ll shake his head with a smirk, knowing full well you might still mess up.
- Sol doesn’t express his feelings with words easily, but his actions speak volumes. He’ll gruffly pull you close after a long day, ruffling your hair as you naively babble about some random thing that amused you. He secretly enjoys your innocence, though he’d never admit it, preferring to let out a low, grumbly, “You’re lucky I like you,” before hugging you tighter.
-Sol would be sarcastic when dealing with your silliness, often making dry remarks like, “Why do I even bother?” But whenever you’re genuinely upset or confused, his softer side shows. He’ll put an arm around you and mutter something reassuring, like, “Just don’t overthink it, you’ll be fine.” Even if he sounds grumpy, his protective nature never wavers.
– Baiken is constantly baffled by how naive you can be. “How do you survive like this?” she’d groan, arms crossed. But despite her tough, no-nonsense demeanor, she’s surprisingly patient with you. She’ll sigh in exasperation whenever you get yourself into trouble, but she’ll always swoop in to rescue you with an “Ugh, idiot…”
– Baiken isn’t one to coddle you; she’d rather toughen you up. If you do something foolish, expect a scolding. “You need to stop being so damn gullible,” she’d say, giving you a light thump on the head. But then she’d pull you in for a brief, tight hug, muttering, “I just don’t want you getting hurt, alright?”
– While Baiken tries to maintain her rough exterior, she has a huge soft spot for your innocence. She finds it oddly refreshing compared to the harsh world she’s used to. When you say or do something ridiculously naive, she’ll shake her head with a fond smile. She won’t let you see how much she cares too often, but you’ll catch her gently brushing your hair back when she thinks you’re not looking.
– Baiken is sharp-tongued, so expect a lot of playful arguments. If you get too caught up in something silly, she’ll cut in with a deadpan, “You’re really an idiot sometimes, you know that?” But beneath her teasing, there’s always a spark of affection. She secretly loves how you bring light into her life, even if she pretends to be annoyed by it.
– Baiken wouldn’t tolerate anyone trying to take advantage of your naivety. If someone tries to trick or hurt you, they’ll have to face her wrath. “You’re messing with the wrong person,” she’d growl, stepping in between you and danger without a second thought. She might be harsh, but she’s fiercely protective of you and would fight to keep you safe.
Can I request Yandere sol badguy sfw and nsfw hcs?
yandere! sol badguy x reader
gn used in both sections
cw: yandere, marking, praise, breeding mentions
a/n: new format because I forgor my old one
SFW
It'd probably take a while for sol to even realize he likes you like that. He's already pretty wary considering how he had to kill his wife twice, and having to kill another one of his partners doesn't seem that great.
When it gets too unbearable to deny his feelings, he starts to make moves. Flirting here and there, a gift of something you've been looking for for a while but never told sol about. And most of all, acts of service. Sol was a househusband at some point, it's practically dog trained into him to do things like that for his partner.
He starts to be very overprotective after a while, it's unbearable the way he's practically breathing down your neck anytime you're bounty hunting with him or just doing anything really. He's just lonely and has never had someone bounty hunt with him is all!
NSFW
I see him as mainly a top, though he could probably bottom if you ask him nice enough.
More like a service top if anything, but he still enjoys being a tease. Though he does care about your pleasure more than his.
Wants to fuck his cum deep in your, male or female. Gots a strong urge to fuck you full of his cum. He's probably got insane stamina too being that he's a gear, could probably go on for ages
Likes to mark you up, sinking his teeth into your neck and shoulders whenever he can. Also loves to praise you, tell you how good you take his cock and how he loves you. He'd be pretty sweet in bed I think, he could get rough if you want him to, but he also likes it gentle.
Probably isn't the best at after care, he doesn't pass out afterwards, but he doesn't really think to clean you up and just cuddles you. Very soft very warm
Can i request Sol Badguy headcanons? Mostly fluff for a birthday celebration! Its for my sisters sincxee her birthday was in dec 29 actually😅
How Sol Badguy would celebrate your birthday!
He won't go too overboard about it, but he'll do his best to make you feel just a little more special then usual. He might forget your birthday until you mention it to him a week or two before hand, and then he'll start thinking about what to do.
He won't over do it, but there is definitely a lot of thought behind what he does for you on your birthday. It's definitely something small, yet holes so much meaning but he'll be so casual about it like:
"Remember that restaurant you said you liked a year ago? Yeah we're going there, no arguing." and of course being a bounty hunter, he definitely has more then enough money to buy you the food. He'll say a snarky remark about how he's having to pay for everything yet the moment you mention you'll the to buy something he'll just shut it down with a firm. "No."
after the restaurant, he is definitely dragging you to the couch to watch a movie. Even if it's something he doesn't particularly like, he'll just watch it with you to have an excuse to sling his arm around your shoulder as you watch a movie.
He won't do anything too particularly big on a cake since he gets quite annoyed quickly with the attention and loud singing, so he'll give you a piece of your favorite kind of cake and just smiles when he sees your face lights up. But if you dare point out his soft smile or smirk, he'll just return back to his grumpy frown and deny it.
For gifts he'll give you something small or he'll give you something you've been talking to him about a lot and wanting. He won't go too overboard with it as well but he definitely trys to make the moment special and intimate.
And if you ask him, he'll take you on a ride on his motorcycle. Normally he doesn't let you since he complains and uses the excuse that you have your own vehicle, but since it's your birthday, he'll ride you around for a while to enjoy the wind before winding down at home.
please .. nsfw sol or robo ky headcanons .. im sooo hungry..
note: i'm not quite sure how to write either of them quite yet.. but i'll never learn if i don't try at least a bit!! i hope these turn out good :3 i'm sorry if these are a bit vague, but if you want something more specific, absolutely feel free to send another request!!
Sol Badguy and Robo-Ky NSFW Headcanons!
Sol Badguy
Sol is very much dominant. I can't imagine a context where he'd act submissive.
Rough and sort of vulgar, but all things considered for him, that's unsurprising.
Definitely hung, that's for sure.
He is capable of being gentle during sex though, it's just a matter of what you're both feeling, really.
Loves to tease you (both verbally and physically) and overstimulate you as well. Just likes to see what you can take.
Robo-Ky
Service dom. I don't think Robo-Ky has much of a purpose for sexual pleasure, but enjoys making you feel good.
Sorry if this sounds comical but I headcanon that Robo-Ky can switch out genitalia as he wants. Just for funsies, because of robot stuff.
So basically, prepare to get adventurous with him.
Compliments your body a lottt, probably sort of heavy on praise.
Will probably try anything you want. Pretty willing to experiment.
Does anyone remember that time I said I had an AU for Guilty Gear? Yeah I don't really have much of an explanation for this beyond it was a test of that AU that I wanted to write that;s evolved into...this.
So yeah um, this has been sitting in my drafts for -checks notes- at least a few months??? I really wanted to get it out much earlier than now but tbh I'm just glad it's finally done so have this nearly 3000 word thing before I overthink it.
Heat burned in his eyes and throughout his chest. Smoky embers rolled through his throat, coating his tongue in ash and soot. Strain filtered through his forearms, resting hot on the shoulder. He shoved harder, grip tight around the wrench.
Absolutely nothing. The bolt remained as steadfast as any rusty piece of crap would be from lack of care.
His brow pinched tight. A deep frustrated breath heaved in his chest as a trickle of sweat rolled down his temple, "Hng...dammit.." He tugs the wrench free, staring at the thing with a harsh scowl.
"Still struggling down there, hothead?"
He rolled his eyes almost good naturedly-not that you could see, "Shut up. I'm making progress, quite making fun of me." He brushed the back of his hand against his cheek, smearing something viscous but he ignored it. The headband had been an oversight, as he meant to take it off before getting under his little project, but at least the leather kept the sweat out of his eyes
You still laughed at him while kicking your feet, "Maybe I will when you're not getting covered in grease and let us both get something to eat for once!"
He huffed, "It's not that simple. Can;t just force the damn thing, it takes a careful touch. One wrong move and," Metal pings sharply right into his ear, but it proves his point as the exhaust rocks softly against his flick, "This thing goes right into my face."
He hears your hair rustle as you push it behind your ear nonchalantly, "And? You've been punched real hard by a car once."
"Got hit by a car."
"Semantics aren't important." Your shadow on the wall waves off his scoff, "You'll be fine."
"I will. This won't." He picks up the end of the topic of discussion to hold it out from underneath the motorcycle, "This thing was half a month's payment to get and I don't feel like remaking it. And the manufacturer is out of business for the rest of the year, so there's no replacement either." The recently polished pipe squeaks as he props it back onto his shoulder, hanging precariously just over his face.
The singular reason why it couldn't just be pushed out of his way was staring him in the face with all it's rusted stubbornness-a joint from the old exhaust kit still set in place. He'd left it when first starting since it wasn't too important yet, but now he kind of wished he did. The rust had soldered the bolt into the frame and he couldn't replace that without completely fucking up the whole shape of the bike. If the section he was on wasn't a support brace he wouldn't have been worried about it, but there it was right in his face like a fist to the nose and here he was trying to fix it.
To add insult to injury it was quarter past noon, right in the heat of the day. The sunlight from the garage's ratty window was like a branding pole right across his chest, not held back in the slightest by the missing slats in the already broken blinds. He'd already sweat through his one good shirt-thankful for the one time he thought ahead and took off his vest for 'safety reasons' that only meant for the jacket to sustain the least amount of damage possible.
"Yeah fair enough on that end I guess." Your small sigh stills his hand before he can pick up the wrench again, "The Dragoons have been getting worse." And he almost rolled his eyes, huffing under his breath.
Dragoons. Half human, half dragon. Monsters in the form of men that only knew destruction. The reason for the current lockdown that pushed him off the King's work list for a while. For his own sake, he said.
Bullshit.
His grip on the wrench tightened, "Yeah. Like always." The frame creaked a bit as he pushed himself into place, the old wheels on the cart he laid on rattling under his back, "Bastards love to make things worse whenever they crawl out of their holes." Like keep him from getting an actual set of jacks for the bike over his head and leaving him to resort to ram-shackling the thing on top of scrap and a pile of real thick phone books.
You only hummed. The tips of your steel toed boots flicked in and out from behind the front wheel. You;d sat yourself on one of the many old crates he had yet to haul out of this old garage, leaning back and kicking up your heels like you owned the place. He didn;t doubt you came without your phone, which he did hear you tap away on again once you stopped answering. So he turned back to the subject in his hands-a stubborn bolt that refused to move.
It was after a few minutes of him quietly struggling to himself that you spoke up, clearly bored with whatever you had been entertaining yourself with before, "Though it's kind of confusing to me." He lets out a tight hum for you continue, "How are you different?"
He grunts through his teeth-damn this thing refused to move, "Different? The Hell are you on about?"
"I mean." You hesitate, huffing as you gather your bearings, "Why aren't you?" Your heels tap against the crate as you swing them.
"Why aren't I what? Just say it." He let too much aggression slip as he tried again to make the bolt just fucking move. Fucking Hell, he was moments away from just wrenching the whole lot off and calling it a day. Support frame be damned he wasn't dealing with this for much longer.
"Dangerous. Like the other Dragoons."
Immediately tension locks his hands into place, wrench handle digging into his palm. Ice pours into his veins as if the sun decided it wasn't summer anymore and slipped right into winter. Wide eyes glance towards where you sat, frantic, "What."
If his bark affected you there was no way he could tell from where he sat. Your boots shuffled against the crate, steel lined heels clacking together, “You have the Dragon Install, which is a Dragoon ability. The marks on your neck are a dead give away, too. You're also stubborn, short tempered, and itching for a fight at a moments notice. Just like one of them.” Each finger he heard you flick out made his shoulders flinch almost imperceptibly to you, but for him he felt each one like a tick of a clock.
A self conscious hand left the wrench to brush along the stripes decorating the sides of his neck and throat, normally covered by the jacket's collar. The jacket he had stupidly tossed aside so he could drag himself underneath his project without worry. Right.
Fuck him.
He forced his hand back onto the wrench. Change topic, change topic, ”Dragoons are assholes that can't keep their heads on long enough to hold a conversation. Mostly they're known for their rampant destruction of a lot of big cities.“ Frantic he scanned around for something, anything to busy his other hand with so you wouldn't notice his pause-or at least hopefully, you'd brush it off and move on like he did, ”You did go to school at one point right.“ The question wasn't as smooth as he wanted it to be but it would have to do as he rummaged in the junk next to him.
You picked up the topic change. He knew you did. The sudden lurch forwards was perfectly aligned with the indignant scowl you always gave him when he prodded at your intelligence ”Hey I was homeschooled, asshole. I know enough.“
A little huff pulled the corner of his mouth, "Ya sure about that? I remember having to tell you about the older generations of that tech menace you call a phone." Pliers found his hand and lifted out of the mess on the floor. Without thinking too much on it he clasped the teeth around the wrench's handle.
"And? I didn;t take tech classes in college, along with half the population in the city." Your shadow waves away the comment and sweeps towards the door well out of his line of sight.
He leers at your image, grip tightening as he pushed, "You. College. Really."
"Yes really, jackass. I did manage to get in like every other half-baked professional we work with."
”Not to get anything better than a-“ Metal snapped much too loudly and right into his face, ”FUCK-! Shit….dammit.“ The bitter taste of now twisted steel bit at his tongue as the flecks scattered onto the garage floor beneath him. Even the wrench flung itself away as if to escape blame while it clattered along the floor.
”You good down there?“
”Yeah..Just fucked it up.“ He brushed the metal off his face as best he could, though a faint sting laced his eyes, ”Nothing new down here. Old piece of shit still has it out for me.“ With a scowl towards the skeletal frame braced above him he assessed the damage.
While the frame had been scraped bad, nothing was too out of order. The bolt's remains fell out of the socket with a tug from the pliers still in his hand, a mangled mess of threaded steel reduced to just a nub. He didn't really care where the rest of it went-with his luck it exploded from the force he exherted, which was fantastic. With the exhaust pipe in the other hand he shoved it up further under the chasis until it braced onto the floor over his head-not an ideal place for it, granted, as it could twist up the metal in some way, but it was better than on him or lost in the mess that was this garage's floor.
But it was your snickering that made him shove against his bike's suspended frame, the cart’s wheels rattling beneath him as he looked at you with a deep frown, ”Shut the Hell up, asshole.“ Slowly sitting up he scrubbed his very likely grease covered fingers over his eyes, probably smearing black over his face in the process, ”You don't even care that I got metal in my eyes, do you?”
You just grinned at him, leather jacket squeaking as you shrugged, “Nah, I know you're fine. Not like I haven't seen you deal with worse.” Your gaze stays on him even though he gives you a glare, narrowing onto that smug little tilt of your lips for a bit too long while you go back to picking at the peeling patch on your arm.
He grunts, getting up from the cart, “Ya sure about that, runt? Could have got a real big shard in my eye and you would be laughing about it. Real mature of you to make fun of me while I could be bleeding on the floor.” Damn, his neck ached. Granted he was laying down for longer than normal, but it rarely got this bad. It pulled on his shoulders while he rested a hand over the knot at the base of his neck and tugged hard-the nice pop rolling through his spine deeply satisfying.
“But you wouldn't because Dragoons don't get hurt that easily.”
He huffed, long and loud. Again with that. “I told you, I;m not a Dragoon.” Dropping the bolt into the scrap pile he starts digging into the drawers of a donated file cabinet that was being filled with anything but, “I'm not a mindless freak like they are.”
Perhaps you felt merciful today because once his sharp retort left him you fell silent. A small victory. Unfortunately the natural desire to ignore the current problem now left him painfully aware of just how bad he’d let this borrowed garage get. The file cabinet was the oldest piece he had-a surprising feat, as the building was at least a few decades- filled with more rust than whatever he had that had spent too much time lying around on the floor and needed a place to be stuffed into. And it's convenience was also the problem-there was more than just spare bolts in this thing. It was practically bursting with random crap he didn’t need when he had it but didn’t want to deal with. It was less an organization method and more a way to ignore the mess.
And clearly, an excuse not to continue the topic.
He'd never admit to the unease roiling in his gut. Waiting was not his thing-neither was digging through old crap in the waning hope you'd drop the idea niggling in your head for something he wanted to be bothered by.
”So.“
But you were, in fact, the most stubborn human being he's ever met.
He sighed, rolling his head back behind his shoulders, “What now.” He grumbled, hand still halfway into a new drawer.
“I'm getting to it, jerk, give me a second” Again he snorted as you huffed. But when you weren't immediately going down another one of your common rantings about the king you both worked under-which would be a blessing in this case, he'd take anything else right now-he grew wary.
Yet you continued.
”I know of the dragons. Big ugly things that come from the rifts to the Otherside, some unknown dimension parallel to our own where it's similar but wrong in a way.” Your boots tamp onto the concrete as you hop off the crate, ”People think that humans were there once from relics, but it;s possible the dragons either ate them all or did something to get rid of them.“ Steps clunk across the garage floor as you approached slowly, almost cautiously, “I know you're not a dragon. That much is obvious." He rolled his eyes, "You've also stated that you're not a Dragoon, but you have a lot of similar abilities that Dragoons have-short temper, brash personality, preference towards destruction and the like.” His ears twitch at each finger you flick out, repeating the count you’d made before, “Yet at the same time you have control over your rage. Instead of reaping havoc, you direct it, almost like a gun, towards whoever you're fighting. In fact I don't think I've ever seen you get super angry at anything that isn’t that hunk of junk you call a project over there.” Air swishes, like you'd tossed a thumb over your shoulder.
He’s frozen in place, staring blankly at the cabinet. It’s all too much. How had he not noticed how closely you were paying attention. How well you’d been watching his every move-sure, he couldn’t exactly call you a slacker, but you’d rarely made it feel like you were a threat.
And yet he should have. It was written in your title, your name.
Hunter. Dragon Killer.
Harmless wasn’t in the job description.
But…could he really call you dangerous? Yes, you’d read out his failed cover up like a book on a shelf, but it wasn’t with malice or even disappointment. Though you sounded a bit exasperated, it wasn’t what stood out-just a backdrop to something softer, lighter despite the weight of them. Something almost like…
Curiosity.
“So my question is, if you're not a dragon, or even a Dragoon, then…” A subtle shift of your hair as if you’d tilted your head makes his breath catch in his chest, ”..What are you?“
The words are there. They stick in his throat like honey-sweet, sickly so, a coat of lies he could use to cover the whole truth and hide it away before it's ever known. He could speak them now, cover his back and run away again.
But he can't. He's already gone too far. Said too much, let you in too soon. If he backed out now, it would only make it worse for the both of you. In his eyes, there’s two ways this can go. Either you get it from him, or you take the unbelievably stupid risk of finding someone else to answer-neither of which are on his good list of ideas.
Well, at least one was a definite no-go. The other not so much, but he couldn't guarantee how flaky he could get.
Instead he sighs. Air hotter than the setting sun boils against his lips, what little condensation a desert could procure steaming away before his face in a puff. With a collecting breath he turns, face carefully neutral. The aged black shirt stretches to accommodate the tight cords of muscle as he crosses his arms, workbench creaking as he leans back against it.
Looking you in the eye he forces the words to leave his lips, ”A Drago.“
He sees the gears in your head working. Little flicks of confusion as you glance about, unsure whether to maintain his intense stare or gather information yourself by whatever he'd hung up on the walls. But the garage's scattered remnants of memorabilia wouldn't elaborate on his words, thus forcing you to turn back to him. And with a soft swallow, you ask the words he didn't want to answer yet knew he had to, ”…What's a Drago.“
fuck it we ball, Sol Badguy sucking off Amab reader
Sol Badguy x AMAB!reader
Topic:Sol sucking you off
A/N:PLS SEND MORE NSFW REQUESTSS
Tags:Oral(M to M), Gay,dom reader
We all know it was hard to get him in a position like that. It took a little bit of convincing to suck you off. You probably annoyed him to the the point that he said “You want me to do it that bad, eh? Fine if that’ll make you stop.” So you go somewhere private, where you can release your pent up urges.
As you make it to somewhere private, you pull of your pants and boxers. Revealing your cock (you can like do your own size y’know). Sol takes a look at it and gives a huge groan while contemplating about how he has to suck you off this time.
“Lets just get this shit over already,(Y/N).”
He gets down to his knees, giving your member a look, like he’s judging it. He nearly looks like he’s full of regrets, slurring profanities as he wraps his hand around your cxck. Moving his hand up and down, jerking you off. He takes a sure long while to get moving so you very politely ask him to put his mouth around it or you won’t get no where.
He tells you to shut up and not rush him, as he hesitantly gives it licks. After a while, he finally puts his whole mouth around it. You let out a big moan/groan, as he tries to move himself up and down.
-His mouth was warm due to his gear embodiment, so that definitely feels good. You try to go deeper in his mouth, suprisingly he did not have a gag reflex. He pulls back tell you to not do that but fuck it , you put his head back down anyways.(suprised he didn’t bite your cock of ye-)He gives in at this rate, letting you guide his head down more almost reaching the base.
You start to move yourself, closer to your high.The bounty hunter trying to catch up wrapping his tongue around your cock Sol trying to go more down his throat. You couldn’t handle his warm and wet mouth no more. (SO YOU HAVE TO OUTCOMES)
If you came in his mouth:He’ll try to swallow like you do with him. Its not the best “flavor” but he can’t make a mess so he just deals with it.
If you gave him a facial: He’ll scold you. Saying “ Why the FUCK did you do that. You sure do have something to clean this shit up with then huh?”
-When you two get done the bounty hunter, asking to not do it ever again. (but deep down, he liked it)
