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HAPPY 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY BLACK CLOVER!!!

#my art #black clover #now to tag everyone #asta black clover #yuno grinberryall #noelle silva #leopold vermillion #mimosa vermillion #yami sukehiro #natch faust #finral roulacase #vanessa enoteca #magna swing #luck voltia #secre swallowtail #nero black clover #grey black clover #gauche adlai #zora ideale #gordon agrippa #henry legolant #PRETEND CHARMY IS THERE I FORGOT HER NO #love black clover so much

clothes swapping!! (Idk what I was doing but its fun/hj)

#black clover #secre swallowtail #nero black clover #asta black clover #grey black clover #luck voltia #noelle silva #charmy pappitson #zora ideale #gauche adlai #vanessa enoteca #doing unusual duos or combos #cuz I’m tired of repetitive ones #SO TIRED ACTUALLY/Hj #any chance to do unmasked zora is a great chances #also gauche is dragged by Vanessa to get out from closet #for threads context lol

Hiii I was wondering if you would be comfortable with making Luck voltia nsfw hcs..?

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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Aftercare is chaotic but sincere. He doesn’t always say the “right” thing. He’s not great with tender words. But he wraps his arms around you tight presses his cheek to your shoulder and lets the afterglow buzz between you. “You’re okay, right?” he’ll mumble. “You did really good… I liked that a lot. You’re… really something.” Sometimes he’ll ask if he went too far, genuinely worried. Other times? He’s already smirking again. “You look ruined. Wanna go again?”