I'm a 29 year old woman (she/her), looking for the right man. I'm around 5'9'' in height with a sturdy build (broad hips, strong legs). My hair is a deep brunette and while I sometimes grow it out I always tend to cut it back to a bob eventually. My eyes are a vivid green, and I wear glasses (can't see a thing without them, haha). I have a large-ish tattoo of a white dragon against a blue-and-pink sky backdrop on my upper right arm, though one day I'd like to get a few more tattoos of things that mean a lot to me.
I've gone on big adventures, even trips overseas, completely by myself more than once. While I consider myself content in my own company most of the time, I still wholeheartedly love my friends and adore spending time with them too if we're all able to come together. There's not a thing I wouldn't do for a loved one in need. I'm deeply caring, gentle and fairly quiet if I'm not with my friends, but I'm also hard-working, deceptively bold and more adventurous than you'd ever think at a glance.
The ocean deeply fascinates me for the abundance of intriguing creatures that call it home. I'm also a big fan of the kinds of animals that aren't generally very popular. Snakes, tarantulas, mantis, sharks, I love all of them deeply. I also rather like being around someone with whom I can feel safe and protected, someone a bit more assertive than me. My independence aside, sometimes it's nice to know someone has my back and would be there for me like I'm there for others. I enjoy baking, writing, swimming, and singing. What I don't particularly care for, however, are excessively spicy foods, strong alcohol (mild drinks or certain wines are fine), or anyone who either threatens or manipulates those I care about.
I don't often think very highly of myself; my self esteem is usually quite low. It would be nice to feel wanted or needed, or to be around someone to whom I would be special.
I am going to pair you with …
𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐢
【Ｔ𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞】
You are stronger than you give yourself credit for.
Independent, capable, someone who can travel the world alone and face the unknown without backing down. And yet, beneath that, there is a quieter wish. To be held, to be protected sometimes, to feel like you don’t always have to be the strong one.
Katakuri sees both sides immediately.
You would meet in a setting where others might underestimate you. Your calm presence, your quieter nature, the way you don’t demand attention… people overlook it.
He doesn’t.
“You’re not as fragile as they think.”
It’s said plainly.
With certainty.
Your dynamic is built on safety.
Not in a restrictive way.
But in a way where you finally feel like you can relax your guard.
Your desire to feel protected is something he fulfills naturally.
Not by controlling you.
But by standing beside you.
A presence that makes it clear no one will cross a line with you or those you care about.
Without needing to say it.
Your love for unusual animals is something that intrigues him.
You speaking about creatures others avoid, the fascination in your voice, the way you see beauty in things people misunderstand…
He listens.
Closely.
“You see things differently.”
There’s respect in it.
Your gentle, caring nature is something he values deeply.
You would do anything for the people you love.
And he recognizes that loyalty immediately.
It mirrors his own.
Your quieter personality is something he matches well.
He’s not overwhelming.
Not loud.
You don’t feel pressured to be anything other than what you are.
And when you do open up more around him, when your boldness and adventurous side shows through?
He notices that too.
Your strength isn’t ignored.
It’s respected.
Your self-esteem struggles are something he handles with quiet care.
You don’t always see your own worth.
You don’t always believe you’re as special as others might.
He doesn’t overwhelm you with empty reassurance.
He shows it.
Consistency.
Attention.
The way he stays.
“You matter.”
Simple.
But undeniable.
Your hobbies become shared moments.
Baking together, even if he pretends not to care too much at first.
You writing, him nearby, a quiet presence that makes it easier to focus.
Swimming, the ocean around you, something you both understand in different ways.
There is peace in it.
Your relationship is calm, protective, and deeply reassuring.
You bring warmth, loyalty, and quiet strength.
He brings stability, protection, and a presence that makes you feel safe without taking away your independence.
Absolutely loved that last Carmilla one you did. Could you do a Carmilla x g/n! reader angst turned fluff. Basically insecure/low self esteem reader starts doubting why Carmilla is dating them, they keep hearing what others say and start to think they don't deserve her, she finds out one day.
the angst! the romance! the carmilla hugs! (also ty! I'm glad you liked my writing enough to request something lol!)
𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𐐒 includes : carmilla carmine x gender neutral! insecure! reader, zestial/ velvette/ overlords mentioned
𐐒 cw : angst, fluff, self-doubt, hurt/comfort, bullying reader?, hugs/cuddling, crying, reader and carmilla make-out whatt
𐐒 summary : You scroll for too long, obsessed with the idea that Hell is right. . . maybe you don't belong with Carmilla? But then again, she won't really let you go, no matter what anyone says.
𐐒 word count : 946
𐐒 note : just static in my head
You stared with a broken heart at your phone screen, the blue light casting an already darker shadow over your face as you stared at the headlines.
'Carmilla Carmine's New Love Affair?!'
You skimmed over the sub-headers, the bold texts shamelessly poking at you from head to toe, devouring your dignity in one fell swallow.
You groaned, letting your head thump against the cold tile of the kitchen counter.
Is that what they really thought about you? Is that what all of hell was saying? Carmilla. . . The thought summoned tears to your eyes.
Although it was extremely unhealthy to do so, and you thought better of it. You kept scrolling.
The V's, who basically ran the media within the Wraith ring were all talking about it, plastering your face next to hers in an attempt to tear you both down.
The feeling in your hands began to disappear, remembering with darkening vision how the overlords looked down at you like you were something to pity.
Something worth looking down on.
Especially when you stood next to her. . .
The deadliest arms dealer in all of hell.
Even Zestial? The doubt clouded your head like thick rain clouds. Maybe he thought you weren't good enough either. . . just gave you his blessing out of pity.
The way he looked at you, you remember, his shadowy features slumping whenever he turned his attention towards you.
You let the phone go, or maybe it shook out of your trembling hands?
A long, drawn out sigh fled your lungs, quickly replaced by a shaken breath.
At least the marble slab beneath your arms was cool, it felt good against your flushed skin.
Maybe I don't deserve her, the thought tore at your throat, pulling tightly until you couldn't help but let out a quiet sob.
How would you tell her? How would you just. . . let her go without all the questions and hurt?
"Is something wrong, mi corazón?"
You jumped, Carmilla's large hand encasing your quivering shoulders. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't heard her come in.
"No! Nothing's wrong," you promised. . . unable to look her in the eyes.
"What's this?" She reached for your phone, the blue light flashing momentarily against her grey skin.
"Don't!" you insisted, grabbing the phone from her and practically smashing it onto the counter face down. "I was just- I was just reading something. . ." you tried.
"Why won't you look at me then?" Carmilla grabbed at your face, forcing you to look at her.
The way her eyes softened, a burning rage always locked behind them. . . and her beautiful hair was down. A soft cape draping around her figure and spilling over her shoulders.
You couldn't bear it.
The way she grit her teeth in worry. It felt like you didn't deserve it. Didn't deserve her.
You cried in her hands, closing your eyes so that you didn't have to see her reaction.
And she let you, bending down some to hug you close and tight, rubbing your back until all the pain had fled.
It was another couple of minutes until it felt like it was over, the silence encasing you as you sniffled, trying to hide the embarrassing sound in her skin.
"I know what troubles you these days, my love," she pulled away from the hug, able to properly hold eye contact with you.
You must've looked pathetic.
She smiled, the white fangs biting into her lower lip "How beautiful you are," she whispered, brushing the side of your face and feeling the heat beneath your skin.
"Come here, let's talk about it." Without another word, she lifted you up-for just a moment- and whisked down the quiet halls of her penthouse to the bedroom.
She took up the spot next to you, draping her leg over yours and pulling you closer "I know how you must feel," she stared, propping her head up with her hand, the other coming to rest behind your back. "I just want you to know that I love you, mi corazón, with all my heart. . . that is a promise I make to only a few."
She stroked your side, a bashful smile crawling over her her dark lips "Ay dios mio," she muttered, "You hold my heart like no other will."
The confession, no matter how little or how much you heard it from her, filled your chest with sunlight. A feeling of falling in love that you've felt a handful of times. . . but when it came from her. . . it was new again; and so overwhelming.
"Carmilla?"
Her eyebrows popped up in silent question, before you moved forward, taking her lips in yours. Warm and soft as she kissed you back. She let herself fall into your arms, grabbing at your neck for support while you cradled her head, breaking the kiss for just a moment so that you could pin her under you.
You relished in that split moment.
Carmilla laying beneath you, hair splayed out like a halo around her head, black lipstick smeared down and an evil, needy grin spreading across her face like she'd bite you.
But maybe that's what you wanted.
"I love you," you stated, the confidence in those three words- in the way she made you feel- was enough.
She laughed, a sexy little ringing in your ears that made your heart skip a beat. "Oh mi corazón, you make me feel young again." She pulled you down into her chest, smothering you in kisses, the two of you giggling like a pair of young lovebirds.
Request: Anon; Lance x female reader where the reader has self esteem issues and Lance try’s his hardest to reassure her that she’s beautiful
this also hit me personally so i put a lot of effort and feelings into this
not that you guys should care
hopefully its enough
has some stuff about insecurities and self hate stuff so i’ve decided to put a keep reading tab for those sensitive people not that anything is wrong with you everyone deserves love and you can fight me if you think otherwise
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The dark abyss, clouded with never ending stars and non-avoidable asteroids. Planets overcome with fear of the known danger that claws at their atmosphere. Cries for help never ceasing for a moment. Ships, big and small, crashing and fighting against one another, the big ships remaining victorious and destroying the lives of others willingly.
To most, it’s the universe. But to me, it’s my mind.
That’s how I look at the universe, how I look at myself, a constant array of destruction and battles. It’s how I relate to the universe. It’s why I find myself staring at the large glass display located on the bridge.
The cold air of the castle has little effect on me, even though I am very loosely dressed, my thin night clothes being my only warmth.
The universe exhibits its undisturbed solar system we currently orbit in, freed from the chaos only days before.
That’s another similarity with me and the universe. It can be calm and quiet, with no troubling intrusions. But the next minute it can be complete chaos. A riot of struggle against the control of the abyss.
Take the past 48 hours for example; we were in the midst of a violent battle, and I was there, ready to fight against the attackers. My mind was clear of all disturbances. And now, as the universe resides in its peace, my mind is in a state of conflict.
It’s funny how life works out that way. You can remain completely calm and focused when chaos ensues around you, yet when you’re consumed in peace, your mind is a shitstorm.
I close my eyes, taking a long, slow breath in before exhaling. I tuck my knees up to my chest, hooking my arms under them and propping my head on top. I open my eyes and resume my silent watch, lazily gazing over the various planets and stars.
Nothing can make me forget myself like the universe can. When I loose myself in the sight, I often find myself imagining the true freedom the universe contains, imagining what it’d be like to float freely within the universes, to not have to care or worry about anything. I almost forget that I’m human, and not the stardust that roams the universe.
But the universe can’t solve everything. No matter how much I loose myself in it, it does nothing compared to what human comfort does. And there’s only one person I know that can comfort me through mayhem.
“There you are. I knew I’d find you in here.”
Speak of the devil.
Lance sits down beside me, a blanket neatly folded in his lap. He’s dressed in his warm pyjamas, his night gown wrapping loosely around him. I look over to him and smile. My smile is small and holds little sincerity but lots of effort. I hardly ever let my emotions show, often covering them up with a happy façade, and it always works.
But of course he knows that. He knows better than to be fooled by my façade.
“Are you okay?
That question never affects my façade when it’s coming from others, but when it’s Lance asking the question, the façade always cracks.
I look away from him and drift my attention back to the universal view.
I feel a small wave of warmth as Lance places a hand on my bare arm.
“Holy shit you’re freezing!” Lance exclaims in surprise.
Lance drags my over to him, placing the blanket beside me and pulling me towards his lap. I comply by throwing my legs over his lap and wrapping my arms around his waist, nuzzling into his chest.
“You’re really warm.” I mutter as Lance unfolds the blankets and lays it over me before wrapping his own arms over me, completely cocooning me in his warmth.
“Warm? I thought I was hot!” Lance says with a teasing tone.
I scoff. “You are.” I reply with a hint of amusement.
Lance chuckles fondly before silencing himself.
“No seriously though, are you okay?”
This is one thing I love about Lance, whenever it comes to talking about my personal care or anything like that, he refuses to drop the subject until he is satisfied I’m content and happy.
I sigh through my nose and tighten my grip around his waist. “I don’t know anymore.” I reply in a dull manner.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
The silence that overcomes the room isn’t comfortable but it’s not tense nor is it awkward. It’s…respected?
“I just…don’t feel like I belong here.”
I can practically hear Lance’s eyebrows twitch in confusion. “What do you mean?”
I lift my head out of Lance’s chest looking at him with a firm seriousness etched on my face. As expected, he looks at me with concern and slight worry.
“Lance, thing about it. You, Shiro, Keith, Hunk and Pidge are all paladins of Voltron. You play a vital role in the universe. Allura is the princess and practically has her whole life force connected to this castle. And Coran is the engineer and whatnot. Everyone on this ship has some sort of role in the universe. But what part do I play? The only reason I’m here is because you had managed to drag me onto a rooftop. Even when I try to help you guys, I always end up screwing up. Take today for example; I nearly jeopardised the whole mission! If it wasn’t for Allura and Coran, you wouldn’t even be here.”
Lance’s thumb slides across my cheek, wiping at the tears slipping from my eyes. “Hey, that’s not true-“
I cut him off as I continue my vent. “That’s not even mentioning how I feel. What part do I play here? None. The team doesn’t even need me. I don’t deserve to be here.”
“Don’t say that-“
“I don’t feel like I’m worthy enough to be here. Half the time I question whether I’m even acknowledged by anyone.”
“Now you know that’s not-“
“I mean, look at me! I’m fat, I’m ugly, I’m dumb. I don’t know if I deserve to be here. I don’t know if I even deserve to live-“
Lance surges forward, lips colliding with enough force to push me to the ground, eyes closing on impact.
The blanket falls off me and lays underneath me. Lance’s nightgown drapes over his body and manages to reach the floor. His body presses against mine as I lay there, sandwiched in between the comfort and warmth.
His lip mould with mine, passion clearly prominent within the kiss. One of his hands tangles itself within my hair, gripping it and pushing me further into the kiss. The other one gently loops its way around my waist, pulling me up and pushing me flush against him. I mindlessly and reluctantly snake mine around his shoulders.
I feel tears drip down the side of my face, too lazy and tired to fight against them. I feel small drops splatter my cheeks, pooling together before finding a path down to my ears.
Lance gently nips my bottom lip before pulling away, letting my head rest on his hand. His other arm copies the movement and allows my back to lay against it. He seems to rest above me, the space between our stomachs never changing.
I open my eyes and look up at him to see small droplets pooling at the bottom of his eyes. It doesn’t take long for them to fall to my cheeks.
Lance makes quick action to remove his hand from my hair and wipe away the tears splattered and dribbling down my face.
I do the same, cupping his cheeks and wiping my thumb under his eyes.
Lances looks at me with unidentified sorrow and pain, almost like he regrets something. Maybe he regrets m-
“Don’t you ever say that, or even think about that ever again!” Lance chokes out a sob and looks away. He brings his arm up to his face and furiously wipes his eyes with his sleeve.
I stare at him in bewilderment, tears reforming at the brim of my eyes. I watch him as he leans down to me, resting his forehead on mine.
His nose presses against mine, almost nuzzling it with small motions. He opens his eyes and I can see the intense struggle in them as tears begins to shine their way through.
“(Y/n). You are so beautiful and amazing. Why can’t you see that?” I can hear the strain in his voice as his throat tightens.
“Lance, I-“
“No! Please just, let me talk.”
I stare up at him as the tears begin to take form.
Lance sighs and hastily wipes away his tears before leaning down and planting a soft kiss on my nose. He looks at me as he parts away, only moving away a couple centimetres.
“(Y/n), you are so important to me. It hurts to hear you hate yourself. I hate seeing you lonely because I know what kind of thoughts go through your head, and I hate how I know.”
My eyes water at his words, heart beating painfully at the thought. Lance gently cups my face and wipes away at my eyes.
“You have every right to belong here, with me. And maybe the team doesn’t need you but I certainly do. I can’t live without you, you’re worth everything to me.”
Lance leans down and kisses away at my eyes, kissing away the tears that had formed within seconds. Once he finishes, he lays his head on mine, noses squished against each other.
“You don’t need to change anything about yourself. If you feel overweight, which is the complete opposite of what you are, you and me can work out together. If anything, you are going to get abs.”
“That won’t ha-“
“That will happen.” Lance immediately cuts me off and glares at me sternly. “Look at Hunk. He’s technically on the overweight side but he’s strong as fuck! Even stronger than me! He’s got yellow who is the second biggest but the strongest lion of Voltron. Plus, his bayard is a huge gun.”
I smile a little at his statement and stare into his blue eyes. Lance smiles back brightly, placing a quick peck on my lips.
“And (Y/n). You are so smart. The amount of times you’ve guided me through missions is ridiculous. You help me understand where I need to go and what I need to do. You’re smarter than me.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not? What if it’s true?”
I feel my heart jump in panic at his words. “It’s not true.”
“Neither is anything you’ve just told me.” He replies.
I gasp as I realise what he just did.
“You hated how I put myself down right?” There’s no hesitation in my nod. “That’s how I feel every time you put yourself down.”
I exhale and nuzzle him with my nose. “I’m sorry Lance.”
“Don’t say sorry. Everybody has their moments, some more than others. It’s about what you and others around you do to help you. No one can fight their battles alone. Remember that.” Lance brushes away my tears and briefly presses his lips to mine.
I kiss back immediately, matching his slow and passionate rate.
“Now, let’s end this on a happy note.” Lance smiles at me, lifting his head away and sliding off of me, using his grip on me to roll me over towards him as he lays on his side.
I place a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slightly against my fingertips.
“Name one happy thing about yourself. It can be small but I just want to know one thing you are happy about.”
I look away in thought, running through my self-description and trying to find one thing I’m happy about. Then it hits me.
I lock eyes with Lance, his eyes sparkle with hope and happiness.
I smile brightly. “I’m happy that I love you.”
Lance returns the smile and kisses me. My smile remains within the kiss, enjoying the warmth and comfort he brings.
He rolls over onto his back, sliding his hand from my back to my upper thighs, attempting to drag them over.
I oblige by swinging my legs over and laying them across his lap.
We pull apart from each other with a satisfying ‘click’.
Lance looks at me with his signature grin before sitting up from the ground. I go to move away from him but instead he slides a hand around my back pulling me closer to him.
Lance grunts as he tucks his knees in against me.
“Let’s go!”
He stands up within seconds, securing me in his arms in bridal style.
I squeal and instinctively wrap my arms around his neck.
“Where are we going?!” I ask as Lance begins to walk towards the door.
“To get a midnight snack. Because I know you haven’t eaten anything since lunch” Lance looks at me with a knowing smirk.
“Try breakfast.” I mumble.
Lance stops before the door. He looks at me with unamused shock.
“Forget the snack, we’re having a feast!” He declares before striding down the hallway with me huddled closely to his chest.
Like I said before, there’s no one person I know that has the ability to wash away my own thoughts and provide me with the comfort I need and love.
