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Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I just got a new job, and writers block is kicking my butt right now 😅. Lol, so to tide you all over, here are some Joule NSFW headcanons that my brain managed to spit out.

Warning: use of the words slut and whore. But like maybe once or twice.

!!NSFW!! MINORS DNI!!

Joule x reader

Joule is sexy and she knows it, and so do you honestly, and Joule's fiery and playful personality, along with her unwavering confidence, made her extraordinarily desirable. Like who wouldn't want her in their bed. Witch means that by the time you and Joule started dating, Joule had a good amount more sexual experience than you.

But what surprised Joule the most was how different she wanted things to go when it came to you. You weren't some one-night-stand that she'd forget about in a week. You weren't a random person she thought would be a fun fling. You weren't some person hitting on her at a party. You are her partner, her lover, the person she loves with her hole self. Everything about this was different, and that exited her.

Joule was rather grateful for you sitting her down and talking about boundaries because this is where it really hit her that this was going to be different for her.

Joule had always preferred doggy style or any position that had her and that other person not face to face. She didn't care about them on a personal level this was just about pleasure, transactional.

But with you, she wanted you facing her. She wanted to look at you as you both loved each other so passionately. She wanted to kiss you whenever she wanted. She wanted to see your face twist in pleasure as you arch your back so beautifully under her. She wanted to look into your eyes as you told her you loved her as you gently ran your hands over her back and her sides. She wanted you to see in her eyes just how much she meant it when she said she loved you too.

So yeah, she wanted you facing her instead.

What didn't surprised her was that she didn't want to hear you call her a slut or a whore. She was never really into that sort of thing, but she never really stopped it whenever it happened during a fling because, again, it was all transactional pleasure she didn't care.

But when you call her "My love" or any loving nickname, she adores it. She loved how the nicknames sounded when you moaned them out. She loved how sweetly you moaned her name and how sweetly you call her. "My love."

When she was with a fling, she was only focused on her pleasure because that was the point.

But she LOVES hearing you moan. It's literally her favorite sound, it's music, to her ears. She loves the way you arch your back into her. She loves the way you rack your fingers through her long hair and tug on it gently to pull her up into a kiss. She loves the way you pull her closer to you just to feel more of her. She loves pleasuring you she loves kissing up and down your neck and stomach. She loves how your soft skin feels in her hands. She loves how you taste to her tongue. She loves having your tighs around her head and in her hands spreading you open wider for her. And she is mismorized by the way you moan her name and arch you back so beautifully when you come on her tongue sweet like candy and just as addictive.

But she also loves it when you pleasure her. She loves it when you leave hickey's on her neck and the way you gently trail kisses down her stomach and across her inner thighs. It drives her wiled the way you look up at her while you eat her out, so tantalizingly good. She adores the way you moan into her core with your tongue and fingers hitting that sweet spot that makes her see stars. The way you lick your lips and clean her up with your tongue sends a shiver down her spine.

She loves this loving dance of passionate pleasure because she loves you. And she loved dancing with you over and over and over again.

Normally, if this was a fling, she'd stay in the bed for maybe 5 minutes to catch her breath before grabbing her clothes and heading for the bathroom to clean herself up. Before leaning and hearing back to whatever fancey hotel Electra had booked for them that night to get good food and a massage if the hotel offered any at the time.

But she never wanted you to leave her arms. You were just too warm and soft and the perfect thing to cuddle. You both could clean up in the morning, but right now, she just wanted to be a tangle of limbs with you till morning. Giving each other soft kisses and sweet nothings till you both fell asleep.

Oh, and Joule will 100% be very pleased with herself when she sees that both of your necks are covered in hickeys in the morning.

Lol Option 2 and Option 3 are tied with 43.5% each so I'm going to do Option 3 Fluff first, so Option 2 Hurt/Comfort hurts more 😄.

THANKS FOR VOTING!!!

Ok, I've had a few ideas for Joule X Fire engine (most likely steamer) reader (aka a fire fighter reader) that I want all of your opinions on. I'll probably bo all of them at some point, but I need you all to pick one so I can focus on one at a time.

OK, HERE WE GO!

1. Reader comes home after a hard tramatizing day at work and needs their GF's cuddles.

2. Reader goes on a dangerous mission on a broken bridge with their team, and Joule is watching on the monitors form the yard. Reader nearly falls off, and Joule sees the hole thing. Neather of them are ok after that and need to be in each other's arms.

3. How Joule won the heart of the lead fire engine with her feisty personality and clever pyrotechnic skills.

can i request a fic for the StEx characters with a pregnant reader? (only if your comfortable of course) preferably Hydra, Electra or Greaseball, but you can choose :)) thank youu !!

You know why not, I figured I'd get an aks like this eventually.

I'm going to set the reader within the second trimester 4-6 months pregnant. So it's a bit more obvious to everyone that you are pregnant without reader about to pop.

Notes: Fluff, pregnancy, reader, and character are married. ( I'm going to be nice and let the reader have a nicer second trimester) post WCR.

Summary: The baby kicks for the first time, and both you and your spouse feel it.

Hydra

You were currently standing in front of your bedrooms full body mirror, caressing your ever-growing bump. Your morning sickness had stopped, and you were less tired, and you felt like you were glowing with how great your skin looked. Work, however, was getting stressful. You were constantly putting strain on your body with work and the baby. The constant movement with the added weight of the baby was starting to make your ankles hurt. You let out a tired sigh out of your nose, your hand resting on the top of your bump, exhausted just by the thought. Your husband was somewhere in the house elated over the fact that the baby would start kicking soon. You sighed at the thought of your poor blatter getting used as a tap dance floor, but you couldn't be happier. As if right on cue, your husband rolls in and smiles sweetly at you before moving behind you to hug you from the back and caress you bump. Smiling, you lean, you head back against his chest and sholder and hum pleasantly at the feeling of his hands massaging you. To make the moment even sweeter, he started swaying the both of you back and forth as he laid a gentle kiss on your neck and sholder. You didn't think you could be happier at this moment, then the baby kicked a small gently movement but a kick nonetheless, surprising the both you. The baby kicked right at Hydra's left hand in the middle of your stomach. You were so happy you could cry, Hydra was no exception either, with happy tears in his eyes he dropped to his knees in front of you and kissed your bump. You them felt the baby kicked your husband's lips, and his smile grew even wider. You both were crying at this point, to happy not to he looked up at you from the floor and quickly stood to his feet. He pulled you in for a long, passionate kiss filled with happy tears and a silent prayer for your blatter.

Electra

You and Electra were sitting on the couch. Well, they were sitting on the couch. You were currently sprawled over their lap, bump on full display. Your spouse's hand is currently resting on it almost protectively, not that you could blame them. Fans had started harassing you at work, and Killerwatt was stressing over protecting you, Electra, and the baby. Electra was adamant that Killerwatt protected you and the baby more than them, but that was easier said than done. Wrench was personally doing your checkups, prenatal care, and ultrasounds, trusting no one else with the care of you and the baby they were all exited for. They were all exited to be aunts and uncles, and Electra was exited and nervous to be a parent. But right now, everyone was relaxed. The components were out doing their own thing with you and Electra here on the couch. You honestly were ready to take a nap on your spouse, not that they would mind they found it cute that you wanted to be with them so much in your vulnerable pregnant state. You were right about to drift off when you felt it, a gentle movement like a bubble poping in your womb, but you knew what it was, right under Electra's hand. Your head immediately shot up to look at your bump, Electra looked bewildered for a moment before a bright, loving smile spread across their face. They moved slightly to kiss your bump gently as both their hands move to caress it as well. You felt another kick as Electra continued to kiss your bump, earning themselve a kick to the lips. Tears slowly fell from their eyes, and they turned their head to look at you, reaching one of their hand up to wipe away tears you didn't know you had. You both looked at each other lovingly as you leaned into their hand on your cheek and kissed their palm gently before leaning in to kiss them lovingly as well. Everyone was going to be so excited, but right now, you just wanted to enjoy this moment with your baby and spouse.

Greaseball

You and Greaseball were working around the yard today. Your wife didn't really like the idea of you going out on long trips with you being so obviously pregnant, and frankly, you didn't either. Your wife was famous, and fans were starting to become a problem outside the yard, so Momma, you and, Greaseball all decided it was a good idea to have you stay on the yard till further notice. Preferably, your wife would have liked for you to stop working for now, but you, being the one that was pregnant, shot that down not wanting to sit at home alone while Greaseball worked all day. Eventually Greaseball relented, not wanting to be too far away from you anyway. Currently, you were taking a break, ankles hurting with the new weight of the baby, and constant movement of work, but you expected this. You soon saw your wife rolling up to you, obviously wanting to check on you and the baby. Your wife gently slid her hands under your work uniform shirt to rest them on your bump. She loved feeling your bump and was not afraid to admit it. You both were soon going to be parents, and she couldn't be more exited and more terrified in her entire life. But right now, you both were drinking in the feeling of each other in and the life growing inside you. Greaseball had her forehead resting against your sholder, as she looked down at your bump and let out a hum of contentment at the feeling of you and the baby. Granted, you know this was coming eventually, but it still surprised you when it happened. The baby kicked harder than you were expecting, it even startled Greaseball. The baby kicked your wife's hands in the middle of your stomach, and you had started to tear up with how happy you were. You let out a happy giggle as your wife lowered herself down till her face was right in front of your stomach. She looked at your bump in bewildered amazement. Checking to make sure she actually felt what she felt, she gently massaged you bump in the same spot till she felt the baby kicked again. A big beautiful smile broke across her face as she kissed your bump before looking up at you. Then, in a split second, she hooked her arms around the back of your legs and picked you up. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around her waist, and she held you in her arms and spun you around. Her eyes started to get misty as you cupped both her cheeks and kissed her passionately. Others in the yard started to stop and stare happily at the happy scene, not that either of you minded, you were both too happy to care.

Thanks for requesting, I hope you liked it!

I had an idea for fem Greaseball x GN reader, so I'm just going to go with it.

Notes: Fluff, just fluff. Post-world championship race, established relationship.

Summary: You have been away on a long emergency job run for a month now, only ever talking to your girlfriend on the phone late at night. But you get home today, and Greaseball could not be happier.

Then she heard it, the sound of the front door opening and closing, you were home. She rushed out of the kitchen and to the living room where you were currently taking off your dirty outer work uniform. You looked exactly like she thought you would be tired, hungry, and a bit sore but still beautiful. You looked up to her in the doorway, and your eyes seemed to shine brightly with love, and she had no doubt hers did too. You both skated towards each other, meaning in the middle of the living room. She brought you into an embrace and kissed you sweetly but still passionately. What started as a kiss soon turned to three, then five, then into a full makeuot session. With your hands coming up to rake through her hair on the back of her head, you gently pulled on it to deepen the kiss, she ground into the kiss and pulled you closer to her by your waist. Starlight, she didn't want to stop kissing you, but you both needed to breathe, and you were hungry and tired and just wanted the day to be over. Reluctantly, she pulled away from your lips and rested her forehead against yours to just hold you close for a minute. A soft hum could be heard from you as you hugged her, and she kissed your forehead, drinking in the feeling of each other. "I got your favorite takeout for you. It's on the counter." She murmured softly, she hered a happy, satisfied hum come for you as you hugged her tighter for a second, a silent thank you that made her smile wider at you.

You had been gone for a month, a full month, 31 days of no cuddles and kisses, and it was absolute torture for Greaseball. You two barely had time to call each other for more than an hour every other day. You always looked so tired on video calls, but you both are too stubborn to let that get in the way of your precious hour of each other. But today, that changes you get home today. She finally gets to hold you in her arms again, finally get to kiss your soft lips again, and finally, finally, you both get to have a good night's sleep. Greaseball was beyond happy that you were coming home. Greaseball had finally gotten off work and was currently setting your favorite takeout on the counter. You would be here within the hour, tired, hungry, probably a bit sore from all the traveling, but you would be home, and she had no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

"I love you." you said as you pulled away from her, going in for one more kiss before heading to the kitchen to get your food so you could finally eat. She fallowed you to grab her own food. When you picked up your takeout box, she gently pulled you back towards the living room to cullde on the couch while you two ate. She sat at one end of the couch, and you sat next to her. She put her arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her side, your head now resting on her shoulder as you ate your food. Greaseball put on some movie as mostly white noise as you both cuddled and ate, you ate your food rather quickly, which was unsurprising as you most likely haven't eaten much of anything since 6am that morning and it was almost 10pm now. Greaseball chuckled lightly, " Hungry?" She asked playfully, " Obviously." You retorted with mouth half filled with food. Chuckling, she leand into your side and kissed the side of your face a small happy giggle left your lips as she leand her forehead against you and smiled before kissing your face again and pulling away to continue eating her own food.

After a while, you ended up eating your entire meal and a bit of hers, not that she minded. She had offered you the rest of hers, but you declined, not wanting to stuff yourself and feel sick later. Now you both were fully cuddling the couch, her leaning her back against the armrest, and you leaning against her chest. The movie is still playing on the TV, but you were fighting sleep. You wanted to spend as much time with her awake before she went to work in the morning. But she had a surprise for you. You had been given two weeks PTO for the long and demanding emergency work run you just did, and Greaseball had also used for the first time in forever her PTO to spend with you. Greaseball liked showing off how string and fast she was, and working was one of the easiest ways to do that other than racing that is. But spending time with you was far better than that. Then she finally notices you fighting to stay awake she chuckled softly at you, finding it cute that you wanted to be with her as long as possible. "What's so funny?" You asked tiredly, moving slightly to look at her." You can sleep, you know, Momma approved my two weeks PTO request to spend with you." She smirked playfully at you, and a light pink dusted her cheeks at the memory of said interaction. You had mentioned the PTO in one of your calls, and the next morning Greaseball went to talk to Momma about trying to get her own PTO in with your two weeks. At first, she was asking for three or four days of PTO, but when Momma asked what was the special occasion was, she had told her about you coming home and your two weeks with an obsessive redness to her cheeks. Momma, the ever wonderful woman she is, grabbed a new PTO slip riped up the previous one, filled out the new one with two weeks of PTO, and approved it immediately and then handed it to Greaseball with a sweet teasing sime on her face. She knew Greaseball still got a bit embarrassed about the softer side of love and affection despite the fact she proudly showed you off all the time. And knowing you would want to spend as much time as possible with your girlfriend didn't even bat an eye at the two weeks.

You let out a sigh of relief at the news that you would actually get to spend time with your girlfriend. " I want to go to bed." You ground, dragging yourself off of your girlfriend and the couch. Greaseball took the time to turn off the TV while you stretched your sore body. Smiling to herself, she rolled closer to you. She hooked one of her arms behind your knees and the other arm behind your back and picked you up bridal style. A surprised gasp left your lips at this as she smirked at you, clearly proud of herself. You rolled your eyes at her as she carried you to your shared room. She put you down at the end of the bed to help you strip what was left of your dirty work uniform and grabbed one of your sleep shirts. As you were putting on your shirt, she lifted up your foot to take off your skates. You smiled lovingly at her as she did this silently, when she was done with both your skates she looked at you, smiled and thn kissed you. She rolled away from you to your bathroom to change herself as you got comfortable in the bed. She could hear you quietly mumbling about needing a shower or a hot bath in the morning, scoffing playfully at your tired complaining. She soon rolled out and sat on the bed to take her own skates off as well, hearing you get comfortable behind her. She slipped into bed next to you, and you both instinctively pulled each other in closer limbs already tangled together, and you comfortably nestled in her arms and neck. You took in a deep, satisfying breath of her sent "I love you." You mumbled before finally relaxing into sleep in her arms. She smiled and looked lovingly at you, kissing your head softly. "I love you too." She murmured softly before closing her eyes and slipping into sleep as well peaceful and happy with you in her arms.

You were home, finally home, and you both could finally sleep peacefully for the first time in a month.

I hope you all liked this little fluffy story. My ask box is open so send me askes!

I'm now taking STEX requests!

For London 2024 and Bochum

Rules!

I will not write yandere so don't ask.

I will not write anything noncon, so don't ask.

I will not write self-harm, so don't ask.

I will not write explicit abuse, so don't ask.

Just be respectful.

If you want a poly relationship, please you must specify in your ask.

If you want a specific gender for a character, please specify, or I'll just do my favorite version of the character.

Things I will write.

Single or multiple characters. (There is no limit to how many, but I may not do all of them, but that is unlikely)

Headcanons.

One-shots.

Short story. (Blurb)

Smut.

Fluff.

Comfort.

Hurt/Comfort.

Most things are on the table.