#luck fluff

Luck Voltia NSFW Headcanons

Luck Voltia x Gn!reader -Requested- (SUGGESTIVE) -so sorry if this is off I’m still watching black clover and I’m only on ep 20…-

“You don’t get it, do you? I could fight a hundred mages and it wouldn’t feel half as good as fucking you like this. You’re strong, you’re loud, you take it, like you were made just to break under me. And I’m not stopping ‘til your legs forget how to work and you scream my name like a damn battle cry.”

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Luck Voltia loves using his speed to catch you off guard, one second he’s teasing you, the next your back’s on the wall and he’s got you caged in, smirking like just won a fight. He loves that moment when your breath hitches, when your body realizes what’s about to happen before your brain catches up. “Why’d your magic spike just now?” he whispers, pressing you down harder. “You nervous? Or excited?”

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He’s rough with purpose, Luck isn’t mean,he’s just overwhelming. You’ll feel his fingertips skimming your inner thighs, then zap, a little jolt that makes your hips jerk. Big hands pinning your wrists above your head, teeth dragging down your throat, hips moving with relentless control. His voice stays in that low, breathless whisper like he’s narrating a battle,“You’re taking me so good… just like I thought you would.” He’ll mark your thighs with his fingertips. Bite your shoulder while whispering, “Don’t run. I want to hear everything you’ve got.”

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Sensory play. He’s constantly charged with residual electricity, and he knows it. He loves trailing fingers along your skin and watching you jolt. He’ll hold you down and press his lips to your neck, whispering, “Want me to shock you? Just a little? Bet your body would twitch so pretty for me.” He wants your body overstimulated. Your nerves fried on magic and want. “Lightning’s supposed to leave a mark,” he murmurs. “Let me leave mine.”

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Luck’s obsessed with your reactions. He watches every sound you make like it’s spell data, memorizing every whimper, gasp, and moan. It’s all input. It’s all fuel. And he wants more. “You sounded real sweet when I did that. Should I do it again? Or beg for something new?”

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Praises you like a fighter, not a doll. He doesn’t call you “good girl” or “pretty thing”, he calls you strong, perfect, mine. “Look at you… fighting to take me, even when you’re shaking. That’s it. That’s my baby.” Sometimes he even laughs, not out of mockery, but from sheer joy. From the thrill of having you under him, moaning, clawing, begging. “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate. Keep going. I’m not done.”

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Notes: this is my first request with a Black Clover character and I'm so happy about it tbh! But...I don't really know Nahoya's character well enough since I've only watched the anime so I ended up not writing his. Sorry!

Warnings: slight spoilers of Luck's backstory.

Characters involved: Luck Voltia

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

A small chuckle slipped past Luck's lips as he collapsed on the ground beside Magna.

The two had been training with each other for the greater part of that afternoon, yet somehow, even as his muscles ached with exhaustion, Luck found that he was still buzzing with energy.

One glance to the side made it clear that Magna was in no shape to even hold a steady conversation much less continue sparring.

The sight would have usually pushed Luck to continue annoying his best friend, but instead he found himself pushing away from the forest floor to busy himself with something of more importance.

You.

"Oi, where are you off to?"

"To find my dear darling."

Magna snorted at his reply, somehow impossibly sinking further into the tree trunk he chose to lean against.

"Yeah good luck with that."

Luck didn't bother to stick around much after that, already tapping into his magic to speed through the forest until the familiar rooftops of Black Bull's headquarters was in sight.

However, just as he was about to race towards the front gate, Luck found himself coming to a stop and practically stumbling over his own feet as he stared at the top half of the house in bewilderment.

You were sleeping on the roof.

The roof that only had a thin slab of straight concrete before surrounded by a slope on either end.

The sight had Luck recoiling in shock and gawking as he took in your slumbering form, noticing how even from such a distance, your typically vibrant clothes were enough for him to recognise you.

It was only when you turned in your sleep and got dangerously close to the slope that Luck finally found it in himself to start moving.

The way he jumped from one window of the house to the other would have probably looked comical to most, but Luck didn't care, not when the only thing he could think of was the possibility of you falling.

It was only when he landed on the roof right below your feet that Luck finally allowed himself a small sigh of relief, with his arms almost automatically reaching to wrap around you.

You were too deep of a sleeper to notice the change in your position, but somehow as Luck hoisted you up in his arms he felt your hands almost automatically clench around his cloak.

The sight had him cooing as Luck noticed your sudden affinity to a baby, one who he apparently had to protect.

"Aw, sleep darling. I'll take care of you!"

Luck placed a small peck on your forehead as he spoke, and then another on the bridge of your nose and corner of your mouth until he had to physically pull himself away from you.

He just couldn't help it. After all, you were too cute!

But that didn't excuse how dangerous it was to fall asleep on a place like the front roof, especially since you could have rolled off, or worse, been injured by another mage or animal.

The mere thought made Luck's smile strain as his grip on you subconsciously tightened, making him speed the two of you back to his room before his thoughts could get the better of him.

You were the most beautiful thing Luck had ever seen, but as he set you down on his bed and gently took a seat beside you, he couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension.

"I'll protect you. I'll make you happy...just like my mother."

Luck didn't even realise he had spoken out loud until you turned onto your side, with your form curling around his and hand almost wrapping around the arm still resting on your waist.

The sight made him coo as the blond got in the bed beside you, with a silly smile forming on his face as Luck gathered you in his arms.

He was in love.

Luck didn't know how finding you asleep on the rooftop was what it took to make him realise his feelings, but as he buried his face in your neck and allowed himself to start dozing off, he couldn't help but feel grateful.

A/N: Hello, lovely! Thank you for your request, I apologize that it has taken a while to get to you, I appreciate your patience!

Luck finds you when you’re anxious

There was something about the nighttime that always made your thoughts run wild. Maybe it was the innate fear of the dark, the fear that had kept humans alive for ages, but the night made it so easy to feel anxious. It wasn't as if you had nothing to be anxious about, there was a squad mission starting in the morning and it was one where if one wrong step was made, someone could be lost.

Sighing, you made your way up to the roof; your thoughts were always so much clearer up here. The anxious feeling didn't leave, so you hugged your knees to your chest and looked up at the stars. Anxiety wasn't a new feeling for you, but sometimes this job, this way of life got to you and you needed a break.

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Luck couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, specifically that something was bothering you. He checked room after room of the hideout but you were nowhere to be found.He was remarkable when it came to sensing mana and the emotions that came along with it but you were better at masking your presence when you were overwhelmed than the average person.

Finally, he checked your room and seeing your curtains blowing in the draft from the window he had confirmation of where you were.

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A/N: Hello there! Thank you for the compliment, that means a lot!! Hope you enjoy 💖

Are You Bored Yet? - Wallows + Luck

Steam rose from your mug as you looked across the kitchen table at Luck. He was currently staring out the window with a faraway look on his face that you weren’t accustomed to seeing. You broke the silence by clearing your throat, “Is everything okay Luck?” 

He blinked at you, his eyes refocusing on the world outside his daydreams, “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” “No reason.” 

Frowning you picked up your cup, he’d been like this a lot lately, getting that spacey look on his face, dodging the question when you asked what was on his mind. You’d asked Magna but he’d simply shrugged, “You think I have any idea what’s going on in that head of his? If anyone would know it would be you, you’re the one dating him after all.” 

You supposed he was right, but could you really call it dating? Sure, you spent loads of time together, occasionally just the two of you, but he never opened up about his feelings, or what he truly thought about whatever this was. 

“Want to go watch the sunset on the roof?” He asked, that familiar sparkle you loved returning to his eyes. 

A/N: Hey!! Sorry this took so long, I hope you like this one too🥰

Normal AU + it’s your last chance to admit your feelings + Luck Voltia 

From the moment you met him, you fell for Luck. His boundless energy was endearing, and his thirst for life was something to be admired. You became fast friends, even if you were a bit shy at first, sharing meals, sparring. But despite all that, there was always a part of you that wished for more. 

You didn't want to be just a friend. You wanted to feel like you meant something. Every time your hands brushed you fought the urge to intertwine your fingers with his, to feel the weight of his palm in yours. It was almost painful, the way you would shove the feelings down, was it okay to feel this way? Would it be selfish of you to want to stay with only him forever, screw everything else? 

Either way, time was running out. 

A/N: hello dear!! 

Luck + galaxies

Luck never made time to look up at the stars. There were plenty of other things to focus on, like missions, battles, what he was eating for dinner, and most of all you. He thought about you often, sometimes he’d see something in a shop window that reminded him of you, other times it was a cloud, or your favorite flower. No matter what it was, when he came home at the end of the day he’d tell you about it with that sparkle in his eye. “Babe!” He’d yell, arms thrown around your neck, and then he’d gush about his day, making you smile and fall in love with him that much more. 

He looked for pieces of you everywhere he looked, and he always found it, because he loved you. 

“You’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” With Luck Voltia If that’s ok. Or if anyone else sparks an idea that’s fine too 😊

A/N: Hello! I hope you’re doing well too!! 

Luck + “You’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” 

“You’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” 

Luck’s voice brought you out of your daze as you sat in the bay window of your room, rain pattering on the glass

. “Huh? Sorry what did you say?” You asked, gaze turning from the fog outside to his face. Luck frowned, studying your expression intently. You looked away, his intense gaze making you feel like a science subject.

 “I said, you’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” 

You gave him a look and his frown deepened, “Of course I know that! It’s just--” Luck’s gaze seemed to grow even more intense, making you bite your lip. 

“It’s just what? You think you’re too good for us? We’re here for you Y/N, I’m here for you, why is it so hard for you to accept that?” 

A defeated sigh left your lips, 

“I’m just used to dealing with things myself is all.” 

Luck leaned forward, hand outstretched. You took it gingerly, fingers lightly squeezing his.