#luck voltia

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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from Yami Sukehiro to The Black Bulls

[Bonus]

the bulls are either an apartment building near a school or sm yall can figure out but he’s the only one with a car

zora doesnt want to pay gas money to the government, vanessa didnt want to use her mom’s money on principle and finral was already her friend so she never bought one, yami hates driving, nacht has some form of transportation but no one knows what it is, henry can’t because of his medical issues, and gordon just likes being in the car

all the teens have just gotten used to finral driving them but magna still has his broom but as a motorcycle

he just has it