#voltron reader insert

"He likes you (Y/N), duh." My head snaps up as I stare at him like he grew another head. "Excuse me?" I see him rolling his eyes as he turns to me. "He. Likes. You." Lance says each word slowly, like he's explaining some unnatural phenomenon, which in a way he is.

"Trust me, he likes you (Y/N), he can't keep his eyes off ya, just talk to him okay?" I see people leaving the meeting room as Allura concludes our weekly team meeting. I stay seated as I think on Lance's words for a few more minutes before getting up and going to Lotor's room. I think back to the looks he's given me and they seem to be filled with wonder, like he was entranced by me and the mere thought brings a smile to my face.

Soon, I'm in front of his door, and I take a moment to ground myself, and I knock. I hear his footsteps and soon I'm face to face with the prince himself.

"H-hey Lotor." Now that I'm staring right into his eyes, I feel like bolting away and abandoning this stupid mission that Lance got stuck in my head.

"(Y/N), what a pleasure to see you." My round cheeks flush as his gaze roams up and down my body before ushering me into his room. I take a good look around, it's the usual small room we all have in the castle, but his is decorated with books, papers and some what looks like royal Galra furnishings and decorations.

"To what do I owe this visit, my dear?" I really need him to stop talking in that smooth voice, because it's not doing wonders for my flamed round cheeks. I just need to come out and say it, otherwise I'll be walking out of here with my tail between my thick legs.

"Why do you keep staring at me? Just because I'm a bigger person doesn't mean you can stare at me, g-guess what? I am bigger and I-I'm not going anywhere! S-so stop staring....please." Oh shit, that was awful, I just blurted that all out like some word vomit without a second thought.

"(Y/N)...my gaze is not one of ill intent, I was admiring you." His words made my eyes widen as Lance's words echoed in my head.

He likes you.

"W..what?" My voice was small and in disbelief.

"I was admiring you (Y/N)...you're beautiful...soft." His gaze softened, and I could see a slight blue flush on his purple cheeks. I gathered the courage to look into his eyes and they seemed kind and truthful.

"You...were admiring me?" His lips smiled softly. "Of course I was (Y/N), your softness...is something I've never seen before, so supple and plush how can I not stare at such abundant beauty?" I feel his hands on my plush hips; the fat that rolls in that area being held and fondled by his large hands. "These...so soft as I grip it (Y/N), like they were made for me to grip and fondle."

A small gasp leaves my parted lips as he trails his hands down my thick legs and thighs as he himself gets onto his knees in front of me like he was about to worship the very ground I walked.

"L-Lotor-." I'm unable to finish my sentence as he gropes my soft thick thighs. The action makes my legs wobble as I slump into a chair near me. My eyes widen as I see him, the Galran Prince drop to his knees as he kisses up my legs, large hands still gripping my softness like I'd vanish if he ever let go.

The way he presents himself, I never thought I'd see the day he was on his knees for someone, let alone me. He lets out a small growl that makes me clench my thick thighs and brings heat to my round cheeks. His gaze locks onto mine before he leans in and nibbles at my round, rolled belly sticking out slightly, making the fabric of my shirt stretch.

"Lotor!" I feel him smirking against my plush skin as he keeps nibbling at the fatty area before nuzzling his face into my stomach fully like it was his own personal pillow.

I'm frozen as his eyes meet mine again. "You're glorious (Y/N)." Glorious...I've never been calling something as magnificent as that by anyone. "The women on my planet are all hardness and defined muscles....but you...Gods above, you are softness and warmth wrapped in a plush form that makes me weak to my knees." I feel his hands skim up my fat hips and dipped waist, feeling that same softness he just described like it was carved from Gold.

I want to believe him, I do, but everything he's saying it's too good to be true, like some Cinderella story come to life. I wasn't a princess like Allura, I wasn't a Paladin like Lance, Pidge and the others...I was normal...boring compared to everyone else.

A warm hand cupping my cheek breaks me from my thoughts. "You think too much (Y/N), I can hear your thoughts without you uttering a word." The way his thumb was caressing my cheek felt nice, it was warm and comforting.

"I meant every word I've said...you've captured my eye from the first time I've met you. It's not only your softness I adore, but your light..your compassion, kindness...I could go on about the many things I adore about you, but for now, will you allow me to worship this beautiful body of yours like you deserve?"

I wipe the gathered tears away from my eyes and nod as I smile at him. A rumble went through his chest as he got up from the floor and quickly captured his mouth with mine.

not like he would’ve noticed

the boy’s got a mullet for golly’s sake

but he appreciates the fact that you aren’t too worried about it

not that it’s a bad thing to care about, but if you cared too much... eh

would never do it in public, but he finds comfort in twisting a strand around his finger when he’s tired, or stressed, or frustrated

so that happens a lot

you hum while he does so and it tends to put him (or both of you) to sleep

he’s tried braiding, but he’s gotta redo the same basic braid about five times to be okay with anyone else seeing it.

including you

even though Lance would never make fun of your hair, sometimes it’s implied that he considers the two of you to be compatible based on hair care alone

although he doesn’t believe he has a preference one way or another, during the few instances that Lance or Allura has done your hair, he has taken a few many extra glances

thinks wild hair during a fight is pretty gosh darn intimidatingly beautiful

he’s always stealing your hair ties

just so he can shoot them back at you later

like buddy, if you’re gonna take them, use them to contain your own flowing locks whydon’tcha

Maybe it’s because whenever the two of you go for ponytails, Shiro won’t stop being an annoying little brat and tugging on them whenever he gets the chance

- Lance -

at first he’s sort of offended on his own behalf

gets over that quickly once he realizes it’s just not your forte

it’s not like it’s unclean

you just can’t seem to keep it under control

then he realizes it’s pretty amazing that you don’t care one way or the other, and honestly don’t care what other people think either

like wow, he knows those things can be harder for girls, but darn, a confidant woman is his jammm

he sorta feels like he’s the insecure one in this relationship

until the one day your hair is just driving you crazy because yeah, you don’t really care what is looks like, but does it ALWAYS have to be getting in the way

but guess who can fix that

he doesn’t feel quite so upset now that he’s got a way he can help you

get ready for the full treatment

masks

oils

the fanciest styles you can imagine in the blink of an eye

you’re starting to rival Allura in the hair game

he’ll do your hair anywhere

 regrouping during a battle?

“Your hair’s a mess!”

“It’s been shoved up in my helmet this whole time. Of course it’s a mess.”

mumbles while whipping your hair into a braid in like 3 seconds

diplomatic meeting?

leans in close to whisper sarcastic comments while creating rows upon rows of braids

but when the two of you are alone he’ll braid slowly and purposefully and murmur songs his mother would sing while braiding his sisters’ hair

afterwards he’ll hold onto you tightly, running his hands over the braids he put there

he wants to braid his niece’s hair again when you all return to Earth, so he’s gotta practice, right?

even so, he does find it melts his heart a little when he catches you with a messy bun

he knows you’re trying your best

- Hunk -

he gets so excited to do your hair

he may not be the best but he does try his hardest

his favorite thing to do is to braid things into it

feathers

beads

flowers

whenever you’re on a new planet, he’s searching for things that’ll look just perfect framing your face

Coran would definitely help him collect a wide assortment of items

flowers are his favorite

he’s in love with weaving them into braided crowns

and they smell so good

and they leave you looking like Rapunzel in Tangled when all the little girls braid her hair

yeah, okay, so maybe he does leave you feeling a little bit like a Disney princess

beads are cool too

on planets that have markets he does his best to find you the most beautiful ones

he’s gotten you some to match each lion and it’s paladin

especially yellow (duh)

so many yellow beads

there’s some in your hair at all times

he doesn’t realize that he’s doing it though

but you don’t mind

some of his favorites are each hand painted with alien symbols

once he found out that they could be translated into English he was ecstatic

instead of wearing his heart on his sleeve, he’ll braid his thoughts and feelings right into your hair

when a battle is coming up:

strength

justice

perseverance

courage

honor

helping a planet get back on it’s feet:

hope

peace

kindness

unity

assurance

finally getting some downtime

joy

family

humor

rest

love

when he’s had a rough day, or just wants you to know how much you mean to him:

comfort

warmth

trust

calm

safe

he also likes to tie in feathers to give you that warrior goddess vibe

he doesn’t do that too often because he can’t handle it for very long

blushy blushy

- Pidge -

hair care?

the two of you are literally the embodiment of ‘I woke up like this’

bed head is now ‘all day’ head

Lance and Allura team up to try and tame the locks of the both of you, but it only ends in ridiculous faces and bubbling laughter on all of your parts

what’s the point when Shiro’s just gonna come and ruffle it all up anyways?

or Pidge is gonna somehow singe the ends of it with whatever new tech she’s working on?

*after the both of you take your helmets off*

Lance: “look! it’s Thing 1 and Thing 2!”

pretty sure he got tazed for that

you gave her pigtails once, and she tried to return the favor but...

let’s just say there’s a reason she works with machines

Matt would definitely rub balloons on your heads then run away

- Allura -

hope you like gemstones

if she was on Earth during the bedazzling era

ooh booy

she loves to tell you tales about Altea while she makes your hair sparkly

the task at hand keeps the bad emotions from reaching her as strong

and it’s good to talk to someone other than Coran about her home

she’s got all these ancient Altean hair products, and you bet your bottom dollar that she’s gonna use every. single. one. on you

your favorite is the one that makes your hair all shimmery in the light

but she really loves to give you a tussled wavy/curly look

the opposite of her smooth and gently flowing locks

when your hair is in it’s natural state, the mice love to make a little nest on top of your head

she’ll sprinkle seeds over your head so that they have a snack

you would protest, but she’s having such a great time, why bother?

- Coran -

among the whole assortment of ridiculous hidden talents the man possesses lies hairdressing

sure he can cut or style your hair, but his favorite thing to do is color it

he’s got some great vibrant, but temporary dyes

every week is a new color

you even got him to let you dye his hair once

and for some reason the dyes smell like fruits and flowers, and nothing like the chemicals used on Earth

the two of you’ll prank dye the others’ hair occasionally

that time the Paladins of Voltron all had hot pink hair?

Shiro:

Shiro likes to take baths with you often

He loves bubble baths the most

He has to be so serious all the time so he likes to be able to play with the bubbles like a little kid 

He especially likes to make bubble beards

He always blows bubbles at you just to hear you giggle

The only part he doesn’t like about bubble baths is that the bubbles cover up your body :( 

Shiro always makes sure to bring the rubber ducky

The bath isn’t complete without it

He’ll go as far as to not even take a bath without it 

You have no idea why nor do you ask

His body is perfect to cuddle with in the bath since he has those big arms, broad chest and shoulders and-

Keith:

Keith doesn’t take baths often

Or at least he used to not take them often 

He only takes them when you take them and invite him

Then he loves to take baths but he’ll never admit it nor will he ever ask to join you

You have to ask him 

When you found out about his secret love for taking baths with you, you invite him every time 

He especially likes to bathe with candles around the bathroom for many reasons

1. It makes the bathroom smell nice. His favorite scents are: vanilla, any type of flower, and anything pumpkin

2. He likes to watch the fire flicker and melt the candle

3. He just likes the aesthetic in general 

4. Keith even sometimes likes to turn off the lights since he likes the way the light makes you glow

In conclusion, Keith loves baths

Lance:

LANCE LOVES BATHS

This boy will take multiple baths a day with you if you’ll let him

He loves taking baths with flower petals in them

Just like Keith, he likes bath time to be aesthetically appealing 

Here are a few reasons why he likes petals in the water

1. Makes the water smell better

2. Depending on the flower, it might tint the water a different color

3. He likes making art with them on your body and the water 

4. It’s healthy 

5. It’s aesthetically pleasing  

His favorite petals to use are: roses, lavender, jasmine, and peony

He also likes adding drops of a flower fragrance into the water or use flower bath salts/bombs

He becomes so sad when he runs out of flower petals and is practically begging Allura 24/7 to let him go get more

Hunk:

Hunk loves baths just as much as the next guy 

He loves being able to take one with you after a long day of fighting bad guys

His favorite part of bath time, other than spending it with you, is using bath bombs

He loves bath bombs so much 

He, like Shiro, turns into a little kid at times when taking a bath

So, when you pick out a bath bomb, he loves to hold it in his hand as it fizzes with bubbles and color

He likes to swirl it around, crunch it, crush it, rub it, and whatever else

He also likes to bring little fruit platters and such so that you can feed each other 

You and Shiro have known each other for years. We’re talking decades here. Like you two have been thick as thieves from the moment your new neighbor invited you to play in his tree house rather than unpack the millions of boxes off the moving truck.

It was practically love at first sight.

Except that 5 year olds don’t conform to your heteronormativity and cooties exist.

Cooties aside, there was hardly a moment you two weren’t attached at the hip, so there was little surprise when you two proudly showed off your dual scholarships to the Garrison’s Exploration Program. Shiro would join the fighter pilots and you to the engineering division where, once again to zero surprise, you two would become partners-in-crime with Matthew Holt.

And Matt, bless his heart, saw exactly what your families have known for years: You two were madly in love with each other and too stupid to realize it. The question now was: does he just suffer with your mutual pining OR does he get you two together and potentially walk in on you two sucking face (or, let’s face it, worse) in the practice ship?

Who’s he kidding. He’s going to walk off the edge of the Grand Canyon if he has to suffer through Shiro describing once again, in perfect detail, how you fixed their (fake) hydraulic stabilizer in 30 seconds flat. There’s only so many times a guy can listen to ‘…and the way they used a hair tie to hold it in place was revolutionary…’ without wanting to gag.

There’s was only one thing he could do.

After weeks of researching romantic comedies (and reading certain books he’d rather not admit to) he was ready to whip out the best of the best. But boy did you two make it difficult.

He tried getting you two to kiss via a spin-the-bottle game during a bonfire. Keyword: tried. Apparently coca-cola bottles defy the laws of physics and Shiro gets downright obstinate the more beer he has and just wouldn’t let Matt spin for him. But the two of you did end up drunkenly falling asleep in the back of Matt’s pickup, Shiro spooning you closely to his body as you happily held his hand against your chest. Unfortunately, someone set off fireworks and you woke up in a panic, accidentally elbowing Shiro in the face and spending the rest of the night in the ER so he could get his nose reset.

He tried setting you two up on a blind date for Valentine’s Day but, of course, you both assumed it was a double date to make things less awkward and both your dates stood you up. Matt’s not sure how you two swung that one because your table was in a nice secluded corner and only had two chairs.

There was the fake love-note taped to your dorm door talking about how ‘my love has burned years for you’ and ‘I only wish I had the courage to tell you face to face’ but ‘I’m scared to jeopardize our strong friendship’ and other sappy things that may or may not have made Matt tear up himself. Unfortunately, you never went home that day and when Matt and Shiro showed up to hang out (and for you to happily tell Shiro you loved him too) the note was still on your door. Shiro quickly ripped the note off with a violence rarely seen, his face darkening with anger as he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and burned it right then and there. He still denies it to this day even though Matt was literally right next to him.

Then there was truth-or-dare but no matter how hard Matt tried, he couldn’t seem to score either of you as victims.

He ditched you two at meals so many times that the two of you staged an intervention because you were worried something was terribly wrong with him.

He even tried getting a recording of at least ONE of you admitting you liked the other but damn if you two aren’t hard to manipulate.

He was reaching the end of his rope and it wasn’t until he got through chick-flick number 18 that he found the answer he was looking for.

“Matt, remind me why we’re watching you play with the chemistry?”

Matt snorted, “Because Shiro, you two can’t tell the difference between perchloric and hydrochloric acid and I really don’t want to die today.”

You and Shiro both scoffed but didn’t say anything else. Matt was right. Your lack of culinary skills also extended to chemistry and it was only last week Shiro brought the wrong acid and created a small explosion. Or that time you forgot your hot plate was on and you exploded your beaker simply by leaving it empty on the plate. To be fair, that was probably a result of crappy equipment but still.

Satisfied you two were properly chastised, Matt quickly added his ingredients for disaster. “Hey, Y/N? Can you get me some paper towels from the supply closet?”

“Uhm, why?” You’re voice wavered in concern as Matt sheepishly tried to hide the foaming mess behind him.

“Because I…added something wrong and in about 60 seconds there’s going to be graphite foam covering the table. And the floor.”

You cursed and immediately rushed out the room. If you didn’t get that shit cleaned up as soon as possible it was gonna take hours with a scrapper to get that off the tile. And there was probably some hefty detention involved too.

“And Shiro?”, Matt flushed as Shiro shot him a smug look, “Can you go with them? I need some methanol too and I think Iverson keeps that on the top shelf.”

Shiro snorted and slowly stood up, making a show of languidly stretching before taking controlled steps after you like he didn’t want to run to your side. Matt’s smirked deepened as he snuck off after him. Five seconds should be more than enough of a head start.

“Oh, hey Shiro!” You blushed lightly as Shiro joined you in the closet, “Matt need something else?”

You pretended not to see his blush as he reached above you, his chest brushing against your shoulders as he stretched. “Methanol, I’m assuming for easier clean–HEY!”

You both jumped as the door to the supply closet slammed shut and locked. Matt’s innocent whistling sounded on the other side.

“Matt! Matt, what the hell?!”, Shiro’s voice boomed above your head as he leaned around you two bang a fist against the door. You felt your temperature skyrocketing as this caused his back to press even harder against you, very nearly pinning you to the door. 

“Matt!”, you’re voice was weaker than you wanted it to be, “Let us out now! This isn’t funny. It’s really, really cramped in here!” Yeah, you didn’t know how long you could last feeling nearly every bit of your crush pressed against you.

Matt’s voice was cocky as he leaned against the door, “Oh no. I’m not going to let you out. You’re going to get yourselves out.”

“With what,” Shiro scoffed, “I conveniently forgot my crow bar in my bedroom.”

“Tsk, tsk, Shirogane. Have patience,” Matt teased. “I’ll let you out when you two stop being stupid and kiss or something.”

You both stiffened in the closet, your voices caught in your throats as Matt continued. “And don’t try to act like you don’t like each other because I have eyes. So like, just say it.”

“I-I don’t–”, you felt as if your face was glowing in the dark of the closet. There was no way you could tell Shiro you liked him. You grew up together. Practically like siblings. And he was so handsome and so smart, there was no way he could like you back. He was destined for greatness. For a supermodel or a politician or ROYALTY. Not the kid next door.

“Y/N”, Shiro’s voice was soft as he gently maneuvered you to face him. He felt you shaking as he tilted your head up towards him and he felt a great surge of fierce protection, an urge to pull you close and never let go. “Y/N, Matt is right.”

You gasped as he stepped closer, fully you pressing you against the door with his body, holding you up while simultaneously stopping you from escaping. Not that you had anywhere to go. 

“I’ve loved you for years, Y/N.” 

“Shiro…”, his name was shaky on your tongue and you couldn’t, you couldn’t say the words.

He leaned close, his hair lightly brushing your nose, “Do you really like me back?”

The words were trapped in your throat. Of course you loved him. You’ve loved him and only him. No one could even compare. But you couldn’t…you couldn’t get your voice to work! There was no oxygen in here…you couldn’t breathe…your heart was racing he was so close! Even in the dark of the closet you could make out the outline of the face you loved. Feel his breath on your lips. The smell of his cologne.

You were helpless against him. This ridiculously handsome man. You’re knees were about to give out. 

There was only one thing left for you to do.

You kissed him.

And oh! Those lips felt exactly as you’d imagine. Soft and warm and full as he immediately pulled you against him. His arms wrapped around your waist and a hand to your neck as he deepened this kiss. His tongue finally tasting the one person he’s ever wanted. You felt light headed.

It was happening.

It was finally happening!

Why did you wait so long?

“I-I love you, Takashi.”