More Lotor content?? On my blog?? It’s more likely than you think.
You’re slowly roused from your sleep, and you give a small whine of protest, hoping whatever woke you up would go away.
Something soft presses against your neck and you sleepily swat your hand in what you hope was at least close to its general direction.
All you manage to swipe at is the air and you here a chuckle from behind you and you finally manage to register not what, but who woke you up. He softly drags his knuckles up and down your arm, leaning in to press another kiss to your neck.
“Fuck off, I’m tired,” you grumble, doing your best to curl away from Lotor.
His chest is pressed against your back, and you can feel the way his laugh vibrates against you. “Good morning to you too my love. Or should I say good afternoon? We’ve slept for a little over nine vargas.” He presses another light kiss beneath your ear and you hum in response.
Still not opening your eyes, you roll over so you’re facing him, and blindly grope around until your hand lands on his face. What starts off as slightly muffled chuckles from Lotor turns into full laughter as you try – and fail – to kiss him, your lips instead landing on his chin.
“I’m glad that by some stroke of luck, you were never called to fight right after waking up. Your coordination is terrible.” Lotor muses, his tone teasing as he tucks some of your hair behind your ear.
“Oh shut up,” you huff, “I’m extra tired today and it’s all your fault. You were unusually… insatiable, last night.” Finally peeking open your eyes, you see Lotor’s head squished against his pillow, a few strands of hair hanging in front of his eyes. Drifting your eyes a little lower, you see the hickeys you gave him last night and you smile. Then, of course, his chest, rising and falling slowly. You can see the top of his hip bones, but any lower is covered by the blanket. Not that you need to see it anyway. After last night you could certainly never forget it.
“Oh, that was your fault, my love.” Lotor voices, pulling your thoughts back to the present, “You just had to look so good during the wedding. During our wedding.”
You can hear the grin in his voice, and you turn your head to look at him, smiling as well. Lotor takes it as the perfect opportunity to cup your chin and pull you into a kiss. Despite Lotor’s insistence on you two getting up, you can tell he’s just as tired as you. The kiss is lazy and sloppy, and you’re pretty sure you managed to get a little drool on your husband’s chin. When you pull away, you bury your head in his neck.
“I don’t want to get up,” you protest.
“But we should.”
“Probably.”
“But you won’t, will you?”
You give a negative hum, shaking your head slightly to further back up your answer.
Lotor sighs after a moment, finally settling back into bed, pulling the blankets back up to your shoulders. “Then we don’t have to.”
“I love you,” you mumble, already half asleep again.
“I love you too.”
“Oh and Lotor?” you start, bumping your head against his chin a little as you shift.
“Hm?” Lotor’s already snoozing off again as well.
“If you even think of kissing me with that morning breath again, we’re getting a divorce,” you state with finality, peeking open your eyes to look at him again.
A tired half-smile spreads across his face and he holds you a little tighter, finally drifting off to sleep again.
(Note: Explicit, NSFW, femslash, 7100+ word count)
“Darling, darling, we have to stop,” Lotor whispered hurriedly against your lips, pushing you back with resolute hands against your shoulders. You furrowed your brow, vexed, and tried to chase his lips but he pressed a long index finger to your eager mouth. “I really must get on with my work for the day.”
“Lotor—“ you hissed, frowning. “What’s the matter with you?”
He quirked a brow at you inquisitively. “The matter with me?” he echoed. “Preposterous question. There is nothing ‘the matter’.”
That did nothing to pacify you; in fact, it only goaded you on. “You’ve been acting strange!” Lowering your voice to a harsh whisper, you added, “You only came once last night.”
“Well, if you had opened yourself up to me just a bit more, perhaps I would have come more than once. You can do better than that, can’t you?”
Your cheeks burned hot with insult and shame. “What—!“
Lotor eyed you with mild disinterest, eyes half-lidded and chin resting lazily against his knuckles. When you did not move to leave, he asked, “Yes? Did you need anything else?”
That’s it.
Clenching your fists and gritting your teeth, you turned on your heel and tore down the cockpit aisle, eyes burning holes in the door you were about to leave out of. Lotor blinked owlishly, once, twice, before standing from his seat and reaching out to your quickly retreating back.
“W-Where are you going?” He sounded so genuinely confused that you almost pitied him. Almost. But the pressure building has finally released, and Lotor thinking he could mend you just by finally showing you some fucking attention was laughable. So you did just that: you laughed.
Maybe it was cruel, but you couldn’t stop letting out the cold barks of laughter. “Where else? Anywhere but here!” you exclaimed. You refused to let the ugly, angry tears fall so you dug your knuckles into your eye sockets to stave them off. “I don’t want to be anywhere I’m not wanted.” Sure, you were acting childish. Sure, it was juvenile to storm noisily out of a room in anger—but you were feeling neglected and damn were you going to do it.
The doors slid open as you approached them and the Generals strolled through, ready to clock in for the day. One by one, they filed in, first Acxa, then Ezor, Zethrid then Narti.
Acxa raised a hand her hand to you in greeting. “Good morning—“
You brushed past her coldly, checking her with your shoulder on the way. You did not even stop to apologize, which was very unlike yourself.
Lotor called out your name, and you swore you heard it waver but you were too far gone to be consoled. Without even looking back, you shot him a middle finger over your shoulder.
With a final huff and upturn of your nose, you charged out of the control room to the only place you know Lotor couldn’t follow.
(Request: I SEE YOU WANT FLUFF FOR LOTOR. LOTOR IS MY BOI SO IM HERE TO BACK YOU UP. 224. “Your pout may be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” and 115. “Your bedhead is really cute.”~ if i may request. i kinda am on your blog a bunch : P)
115. “Your bedhead is really cute.”
224. “Your pout may be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
You really hated alarms going off while you were sleeping. It made you 10x angrier at whatever enemy of the week decided to challenge Prince Lotor and his Generals, including you. All you wanted was a decent night’s rest for once. But no, you couldn’t even get that. The alarms pierced your sleep, jolting you up out of bed, making you grab for your weapon. You didn’t have any time to get your armor on, so you were stuck in shorts and a long t-shirt, along with no shoes. You fling your door open and activate your sword, jogging down the corridor to the main control room of Lotor’s ship. Wow, it must’ve been really late into your sleep cycle, because every light in the ship was off, and they only went off in the dead of the night. You were the third of the Generals to make it to the control room. You skidded through the door, panting.
“What’s going on??!” You exclaim, clutching the stitch in your side. You hear another pair of footsteps behind you but don’t turn around, knowing that it had to be either Lotor or Zethrid, as Axca and Ezor were already present. Ezor looked a bit embarrassed.
“I’m sorry guys! I was just doing some tests on the defense barriers before I went to sleep and I accidentally signaled the alarm system somehow.” You sigh, leaning onto the control panel in relief.
“Don’t worry about it, Ezor. Just test the system in the morning, please.” Lotor says from behind you, sounding even sleepier than you were. Everyone returns to bed without another word, you trudging slowly behind Lotor, rubbing your bleary eyes. You notice something funny though. He was wearing his armor, but it hadn’t been done correctly at all, and he didn’t have his weapon in hand. That wasn’t the best part though, the best part was his hair. It was pulled up into a very messy bun, with pieces falling out everywhere. Not only that, but it was frizzy and a bit tangled. You snicker quietly, hoping he couldn’t hear you. He could, and stopped, turning around.
“Hmm?” Lotor asks, thinking you’d said something. You shake your head.
“Nothing, it’s just, your bedhead is really cute.” You giggle, watching the Prince’s face turn red. You teasingly flirted with him all of the time. It was fun to do, and you actually did have a little thing for him.
“I didn’t have time to fix my hair.” Lotor huffs, a small pout forming on his lips.
“I take that back, your pout may just be cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
“I beg to differ after seeing yours.” The Prince smirks, turning and continuing his walk. Your eyes widen for a moment before you catch up with his large strides, following along side him.
“You’re such a flirt.”
“As are you. I’m just curious as to if you mean anything by it.” You contemplate how to respond. You decide upon gesturing for him to lean down because he was so tall. Lotor assumed you were just going to tell him something, but nope. The second he leaned down to your height, you grabbed his chin, pulling him into a soft kiss. Lotor’s eyes widened before he melted into into, reaching down and lifting you up from underneath your thighs, pressing you into the corridor wall. You instantly wrap your legs around his waist, your arms moving up to thread around his neck. He was kissing you back so intensely that you thought you were going to die from lack of oxygen. Thankfully (even though you didn’t ever want to stop kissing the man) he pulls away, allowing you a few moments to breathe.
“Does that answer your question?” You grin, playing with a strand of his currently messy hair. Lotor nods happily, leaning back down and capturing your lips into another kiss, the lack of sleep thanks to the false drill totally forgotten.
Lotor with a female human s/o who’s small and protective
(Request: Hopefully this will be fluffy enough to cheer you up. 😘 Hc for lotor being taken care of by a tiny human s/o? Bonus points if she’s kind of naive but really protective despite her smallness)
– First of all, Lotor would DIE if he had a small human female s/o
– He’d die for her okay
– So let’s say Lotor gets injured in battle (even if it’s a minor injury like a couple bruises or scratches
– You’re taking care of him end of story
– You make him stay in bed and you nurse him back to health, even if there wasn’t anything wrong with him to begin with other than some scratches and marks
– Lotor just lets you do it because if he tries to fight it, you’ll yell and yeah, you’re above five feet tall, but you’re low key scary
– You’re also incredibly protective of him
– You aren’t a fighter and Lotor refuses to let you in or near combat (not all girls have to be badass fighting machines, you’re allowed to be soft but strong in your own way!!)
– It kind of annoys you, but you know damn well you can’t fight and the Paladins or whoever you were fighting would blow you to pieces, no questions asked
– Lotor is protective over you, but WOW are you protective over him
– Maybe you can’t fight, but you know that if anyone ever did anything to Lotor, you’d find a way to destroy them
– Lotor finds this adorable and his mind set is keep you safe at all costs tbh
– The only humans he’s ever had the displeasure of meeting besides you are the Paladins, so how he came to fall in love with a short, stubborn little human is beyond him
– You’re his favorite thing in the entire universe and he would burn up the stars for you
(I love this request because I too am small, female, and protective 🤷🏼♀️ I would apologize for another self-indulgent Lotor Request that I’ve written but I’m really not sorry)
(Request: 189 and 199 for lotor and s/o please! i want playful and fluffy lotor 🙏🙏🙏)
189. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed??”
199. “You owe me a kiss.”
(I’m living for all these Lotor requests 💜)
You most definitely weren’t supposed to be napping in Prince Lotor’s bed. You couldn’t help yourself though. Sure, the bed your leader and Prince had provided you was comfortable enough, but you just preferred his. It was fit for royalty (obviously) and was the most comfortable thing you’d ever laid upon. It began one day when you’d been looking for said Prince and accidentally stumbled into his room on the ship. You’d sat down on it, waiting for him to return from what you assumed was some late evening training with his other Generals and ended up passing out. You awoke within the next few hours all snuggled up into his plush sheets, embarrassed but well rested, glad he still hadn’t returned. You soon learned that he trained late every other evening. You may or may not have started sneaking into his room those evenings to take naps in his bed. Lotor never found out of course. You always made sure you were out before he returned. Well, until you slept in just a little too late one evening, that is.
You were exhausted. You, Lotor, and his other Generals had been at it for God knows how long. The mission was long and hard, and you’d expected Lotor to do his usual routine after. So, you trekked up to his room after your shower and crawled into his comfy silk sheets, burying your face into a pillow and drifting off almost immediately. You must have been a lot sleepier than you thought, because you didn’t wake up until you heard someone clearing their throat. Your eyes felt like lead, but you were conscious enough to know that Lotor was in the room and too tired to care.
“(Y/n)? Do you care to explain why you’re in my bed?”
“Napping. Shh.” You murmur, rubbing your eyes and rolling back over. You were spread out across the bed like a week’s washing. Lotor quirks a brow.
“Did you just shush me?”
“Mhm. Sleep. Go away.” He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed???”
“Sleep with me then, just stop interrupting mine.” You grumble, your sleepy brain losing all filter. Lotor snickers but complies, letting out a sigh of defeat.
“Move over then.” You scoot over, making room for him. He slides in beside of you, taking up the other half of the bed. You felt soft fabric brush against your legs and knew that he was also dressed for bed.
“C’mere.” You mumble, stretching your arms out and making lazy motions for him to move closer to you. He does so instantly. You wrap your arms around his midsection and bury your face into his chest. “Warmth.” Lotor wasn’t even warm blooded being Galra and all, but you still just wanted the feel of contact. Like I said, you were too groggy to care at this point. Lotor’s face turned a mixture of red and purple when you snuggled into him like it was no big deal, but the Galran Prince wrapped his own arms around you anyways. He decided you are much too comfortable in his bed for this to have been the only time you’ve slept there.
“Do you do this often, love?” He questions you, absentmindedly stroking your hair. You nod, your eyes still closed.
“Your bed is softer than mine.” You grumble into his shirt. “And it smells nice.” He lets out a
quiet laugh.
“You’re welcome any time. Just warn me beforehand and I’ll come and join you.”
“Please do. Also, you owe me a kiss.” Lotor nearly chokes on the air he was breathing. You had to be half asleep. That was the only explanation for why you were acting like this. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling softly down at your nearly sleeping form.
“I’ll give you a real kiss when you wake up, (Y/n).” He sighs contently, falling into a stage of blissful unconsciousness, you intertwined with him happily.
A/N: AHHH its sorta messy and short but I hope you like it! AND TYSM IM GLAD YOU ENJOY MY STUFF!
POSSESSIVE
PDA KING
he will tell everyone that your his
by holding you, making out with you in vERY public situations, and obvious marks that he’s left on your skin
if your not comfortable with it he won’t push you, its just something Galrans do to sorta “mark their territory”
will put you on his lap and gently wrap his arms around your waist
if he’s standing behind you he will rest his chin on your head
hold his pinky with yours pleaSE
he will be so confused at first but will love it
long soft kisses
long loving glances that turn EVIL
he starts to think nasty thoughts a lot and literally has to pinch himself to snap out of it
nasty boy
also will literally kill a man for you
has done it before and you yELLED AT HIM
“BABE YOU CANT KILL HIM JUST BECAUSE HE SAID I DID GOOD IN TRAINING TODAY”
“W H Y N O T”
he gets really jealous
TREATS YOU LIKE A PRINCESS
I mean your dating Lotor so you sorta are a princess
but god he spoils you
gifts galore
every gift has a meaning behind it
will do anything for you
he’s very supportive and patient as well
if you had a bad day because you couldn’t go past a certain level of training he makes a great teacher and helps you improve
is very honest
he won’t give you fake compliments just too boost your ego
if your feeling down he will ask why, and if its something your genuinely terrible at he will suggest ways to improve rather than fill you with fake confidence
but if he does notice something about you that he finds amazing will never stop talking about it
brags about how wonderful you are to literally everyone
will never shut up about you when your apart
if danger is ever near his first instinct is to protect you AT ALL COSTS
he surprisingly has a very calming presence??
if he makes you cry by mistake will be kinda lost on how to comfort you
awkward hugs and shushes but hey at least he tries
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