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blouisparadise · 10 months

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of A/B/O fics with touch deprivation! If you enjoy our rec lists and want them to continue, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

1) Get Nesting & Soft Knots | General Audiences | 5,714 words

Note: It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU where Omega Louis who runs a nesting materials Youtube channel meets Alpha Harry who knits his own blankets.

2) Every Time We Touch | General Audiences | 5,806 words

Note: It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis laughed when he heard the term professional cuddler for the first time. His doctor let Louis laugh and then explained the purpose behind the profession and how it could help Louis. It took a few weeks but Louis finally scheduled an appointment, now all he had to do was leave his car and walk into the house.

3) Tearing Me Apart | Not Rated | 6,079 words

Louis knew his heart was breaking and there was nothing he could do about it. He knew the day his best friend finally presented as an Alpha that he was his alpha but Harry kept breaking his heart. He kept bringing random omegas into their shared apartment and Louis just cried each night with a hand over his mouth to stifle the noise. His touch deprivation was getting bad but his alpha didn't know.

4) Everything Comes Back To You | Explicit | 8,643 words

Harry and Louis are childhood best friends. What happens when Harry has to move towns just as they are starting their secondary gender presentations? What happens when fate brings them back together years later in the most unexpected of ways?

5) Night Out | Explicit | 9,741 words

Note: This fic is the prequel to fic #xx on this list. It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Symphony hall was the first place Louis had felt at home in this city, and he always had the box to himself. Until tonight. Symphony hall was the first place Louis had felt at home in this city, and he always had the box to himself. Until tonight.

6) Unfortunate Fortunes | Not Rated | 9,793 words

There are three stages of touch deprivation. Stage one is very mild, stage two leads to itchy skin and restless nights, but stage three is the worst. Omegas with stage three touch deprivation, rarely survive because the only cure for it is finding your true mate. Louis Tomlinson is an omega with stage three touch deprivation and Harry Styles is his new alpha neighbour who also happens to be a famous boxer-not that Louis knows.

7) Breathe Me In, Breathe Me Out | General Audiences | 14,263 words

Louis is drawn into a quaint candle shop in his desire to find ways to soothe himself while struggling with touch depri. It takes him two more run-ins and with the lovely alpha sales assistant, and a drop, to figure out the source of the scent that imprints upon him and calms his omega. Idiots to lovers.

8) Just Let Me | Explicit | 14,714 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.

9) Captain Cupid | Not Rated | 15,331 words

“Right,” Niall started, finally getting the opportunity to unleash his horrible plan. “Well, as you both know, I’m an excellent matchmaker. A human Cupid. The best of the best at finding one's mate. And I’ve decided it’s time to make money doing it.” “Oh, God no,” Louis groaned, picking up his empty plate and placing it in the sink. He needed to escape as quickly as possible. Or the one where Niall enlists his friends to help start a speed dating side hustle. Things don't go as planned... or maybe they do?

10) Your Touch Is The Only Thing I Feel | Mature | 15,979 words

Liam. Liam was finally here. Louis kept his eyes closed and cuddled farther into Liam’s side, revelling in the pheromones Louis’ body desperately needed. He wasn’t sure how long Liam had been holding him, but Louis figured it had to have been at least an hour by the way his body had loosened. The need of an alpha’s touch seemed to have been temporarily lifted from his mind. Louis listened to the sounds of the pub around him. It was louder than before he had fallen asleep and he briefly wondered why Liam hadn’t just woken him to go back to their flat. “Who the fuck are you?” Louis’ eyes flew open at the sound of Niall’s voice, and the arm that had been around Louis shoulders lifted in the same instant. He missed the warmth immediately. Louis looked from Niall’s stormy face over to the person who was definitely not Liam. The alpha Liam impersonator, who smelled a lot better than the actual Liam now that Louis was alert, looked back at Louis with wide eyes and familiar furrowed brows.

11) Etched In Salt (Is A Cathedral Of The World) | Explicit | 24,417 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he's stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is. Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he's stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is.

12) You Go Undercover (You Cross Your Fingers) | Explicit | 25,815 words

Louis didn’t think that motherhood would be easy, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for just how challenging it would be. He also wasn't prepared for a certain alpha called Harry appearing each time he needs help until accepting is no longer a difficult thing to do.

13) Dont Know Its Lost Til You Find It | Explicit | 30,614 words

Maybe it’ll be better this way. Maybe Louis just needs to distance himself, get over his crush so Harry doesn’t have to worry about his obsessive friend who feels too much and says too little. He wonders what this girl is like. What she looks like, what conversations they had to make Harry fall for her in three days. If maybe she’s just stellar in bed. If she smells like heaven or if it’s just the fact she’s a girl. He wonders and wonders, resists the temptation to stare at the alpha, and gets exactly no work done.

14) Compass To My Soul | Teen & Up | 31,439 words

Harry Styles, alpha, is 1/4 of the perfect pack, and 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time touring the world with his best friends and family. Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

15) Here, And Where You Are. | General Audiences | 32,852 words

In a world where astrology is real and advanced, Harry finds out that Louis is his soulmate. The catch? Louis’s at the heart of a protest for omega/soulmate rights against the very case Harry is representing at court. Before they pass each other too many times, the universe takes it upon themselves to make them meet.

16) Too Young To Know | Mature | 35,412 words

Louis blinked awake and quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. This was the second morning in a row he had woken up after dreaming about Harry. “Babe, what’s wrong?” Eric asked as he held Louis tighter in his arms. Louis liked being the little spoon, except for when he’d rather be holding someone else. Which were the past two days.

17) Picking Up The Pieces | Explicit | 37,607 words

Louis returns to his hometown for the first time in ten years for his high school reunion and is faced with memories he’s long since tried to forget.

18) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41,041 words

Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

19) All I Want For Christmas Is You | Not Rated | 43,248 words

A Christmas AU in which a soft alpha with gorgeous green eyes and an even prettier smile moves into Louis' apartment complex and turns the omega's world upside down during his most favourite time of the year - featuring christmas decorating, christmas markets, cookies in the making, and copious amounts of mulled wine (and kisses).

20) Your Touch Shouldn't Make Me Feel Like This | Explicit | 48,883 words

Uni AU in which Alpha Harry has been in love with his omega friend for the longest time and one motorbike trip to the countryside with Louis made him realize that he could no longer hold back his feelings.

21) Hold On To Your Heart | Explicit | 54,183 words

The Proposal AU, where Louis is the no-nonsense editor in chief of one of the largest publishing houses in the country, and Harry is the unlucky assistant that gets roped into a fake engagement to prevent his boss from being deported. Things don't go as planned.

22) Your Gift is Wasted On Me | Not Rated | 54,472 words

Omega Louis has severe touch deprivation and is averse to touch. But he’s fine. Really. Alpha Harry is the new neighbor who loves to bake cookies and is very curious about the omega across the hall.

23) Lost & Found In Oblivion | Explicit | 74,779 words

Omega Louis decided to hire an alpha for his heat to ease his touch deprivation, but little did he know everything would grow into so much more.

24) Invisible String | Explicit | 84,911 words

Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car. This strange alpha also happens to be the most beautiful being Louis has laid his eyes on. For some unknown reason, the omega feels safe around the alpha. It might seem strange, but you can't always explain why or how things are the way they are. All you can really be sure of is that they happen for a reason. There's a higher power (call it what you want) that knows better and definitely knows more than you do.

25) Saving Symphony Hall | Explicit | 124,766 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to fic #xx on this list. It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.” “Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.” “Wait, what?” Zayn asked. “Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,” “What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand. “I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.” “That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

26) The Longer the Waiting the Sweeter the Kiss (It's Better My Darlin' I Promise You This) | Explicit | 160,589 words

It all started with a letter from his grandmother's Executor of the Estate. His life had been just fine in New York, he'd had a great internship, more friends than he knew what to do with, and a powerful family name to provide a million opportunities for him. But the minute he'd received that letter a desire for more was born. That was how he wound up here, stranded on the side of a dusty old road with a broken down car and a carry-on full of dreams.

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dragonheartstring360 · 1 year

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I really wish physical touch wasn’t seen as a solely romantic gesture. Like I wanna hold my friends’ hands and give them head massages and snuggle while we watch movies and have them give me back scratches and more hugs without it being seen as I’m just secretly attracted to them.

#personal #personal rant #touch starved #touch starvation #touch deprived #touch deprivation #physical touch #physical affection #physically affectionate

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jimkirkachu · 2 years

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when literally all your mind can think about is the fact that you will in all likelihood never be kissed, snuggled, or held hands with for the rest of your life

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goat-boy-sounds · 10 months

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waiting

"I've got something for you," whumper takes one of their gloves off, then raises their naked hand up. there's nothing there, just a hand, and it isn't until this moment that whumpee realizes they've never actually seen whumper without their gloves on.

that's all it is:

a hand.

is that it? of course, it isn't.

whumpee doesn't move. doesn't say a thing. they've never been a very expressive person, but nowadays, it's hard for whumper to get much out them other than a few grimaces.

whumper gives a long exhale... "I'm gonna be honest, I've been waiting a really long time to see how you'd react to this," and it's in the split-second that whumper's hand moves closer that something static smothers whumpee's brain:

oh no.

the hand grabs whumpee's shoulder. softly. firmly. both everything and not enough. whumpee looks at the floor before they even know what they're doing.

and the hand trails down to their upper-arm-- to the skin below the sleeve.

that's-- that's not--

-- it's warm. it's really warm.

everything in whumpee's body freezes. whumper's thumb digs in a bit, rubbing circles.

whumpee makes a noise.

whumper smiles apologetically, "you're okay." their hand grabs the back of whumpee's neck, still rubbing circles.

whumpee's face softens against their will. their breathing's slowing. like they've been drugged.

whumper moves to their jaw. starts scratching at it like whumpee's a freaking dog, and...

gosh, that feels good.

whumpee starts to go limp.

"easy there," whumper's voice is quiet. they drag their thumb across whumpee's forehead, "I didn't realize it'd be this... easy. huh?"

#basic self-indulgence on main #whump #comforting whumper #touch starvation #touch starved whumpee #intimate whumper #manipulation #my writing #stoic whumpee #whump drabble #touch deprivation

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another-shameless-fangirl · 1 year

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Skin Hunger

In which Danny learns about another kind of hunger from Jazz.

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Danny felt a hollowness inside of him.

His stomach never ached as Phantom. As a ghost he never had to eat or sleep so he never felt tired or hungry but something was off. He couldn’t describe it. Something bad was happening and it was not anything he could put meaningful words to. There was a weight inside of his skin dragging the flesh down thick and heavy and nameless. He could move through it. The weight did not make him sluggish but it made him ache in a way that was not quite pain.

He fought hard as always but there was less pride in his victories and less joy in the peace he found after. There was a stress and tension in his body when he fought and a vicious edge to his strikes. He did not talk as often to the combatants and there was an emptiness in his head, in his chest when he let the ghosts back into the zone when he was left in silence.

It all felt like too much and not enough at the same time but why?

He felt like he could cry but for what reason?

When he transformed back to his human self it got better but not in a way that mattered. Human him felt warm and solid but that heaviness persisted like a dull weight in his body, like it pulled down through his skin and the tissue underneath in either form like his body was not sure if he was in the space he occupied or elsewhere. Why was this happening? Was it stress?

He watched a stray spirit meander by him, more memory than substance and he wondered if there was a chance that would happen to him? What if he was losing himself? His humanity was a tricky thing on the best of days. What if Phantom was starting to separate from reality? What if this was the first evidence of him losing his mind?

His mind swung with an anxious fragility and the ideas flooded his mind and would not stop coming.

He was going crazy.

The ghost below walked through a wall and disappeared. Danny was too tired to follow. That type of ghost never caused any harm anyway, There was so little left of their minds they may as well not exist.

What if that was going to be him soon?

Tears formed in his eyes and he scrubbed at them furiously because Danny Fenton didn’t cry and neither would his ghost.

“Danny?”

His head snapped up toward the voice baring his fangs at the voice before he could register his name. That meant the voice was friendly. He blinked tears from his green eyes. He was on the roof, the OPs center. The voice was Jazz. He snapped his mouth shut, mortified but the girl did not comment on the revoked threat .

“Long night?” She asked and he scoffed. He was irritated in an instant. How could he go from having an existential crisis to annoyed at stupid questions at the drop of a hat?

“I’m fine.” He muttered, his voice echoed even more than usual with the sheets of steel lining the roof. Danny drew his legs against his chest pulling them tightly with both arms. He felt better somehow with that pressure around his legs but his skin still buzzed with something...

Jazz closed the hatch behind her and took careful steps toward him across the metal. “I turned off the alarm when I saw it was you,” she started and she looked over the rooftops below them. “I texted mom and dad that it was a false alarm. Rogue frankenfurter.” She told him with a smile and a pleased note to her voice.

It was an inside joke they shared about why hotdogs came in packs of 10 and buns in packs of 8. The two remaining sausages were doomed to haunt the Fenton house after being contaminated by ectoplasm in the fridge.

He didn’t smile back, didn’t thank her for covering his careless mistake of coming to his house, his own home and triggering an alarm he helped his dad install years ago. He was so stupid and here she was having to make up for that.

He was a stupid, hollow shell of a person and Jazz could be doing so many great things if she didn’t have to look out for her dumb little brother.

Maybe she wouldn’t have to for much longer.

Tears leaked again and Danny hid his face in his arms instead. By design, the hazmat suit did not absorb any of the liquid. Were they even tears? Did ghosts cry or was that too human? He sniffled for air he did not need but it still came back out in a sob.

Something warm touched him and his entire body jolted. Arms wrapped around him and he was being hugged- Jazz was hugging him and the world stopped spinning out of control and all he could think about was how warm she was.

Was he really that cold?

“You don’t have to do that.” He croaked. Even his voice failed him as if it was just another broken part of a janky machine. The arms just crushed him further.

“It looks like you need it,” concern laced her tone and he tensed but it was so hard to stay coiled like this. Now he was making her worry. Idiot. “What’s going on, little brother?” Jazz asked and something about the way she addressed him made him crumble but to crumble was to be weak and how could she ask him to be weak when he was already so fragile?

“I’m fine. Let go, I have school in the morning.” He snipped and squirmed in her grip but she only loosened her grip enough to look at him instead of releasing him. She looked at him so softly and held on like she would never let go in a way that left him truly alone.

“You’re okay. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Of course he could. She was one of the only people he could talk to freely. Lately Sam and Tucker were listening to him more and more until he shut them out too. When was that? Did he imagine shutting the door in their face last week? How could he be so tired and on edge at the same time?

“I think I’m going crazy.” He whispered at last. Danny half hoped she didn’t hear but of course she did.

She didn’t deny it or tell him he wasn't, which was agonizing and comforting at the same time. “Why do you think you’re going crazy?”

He turned his head into her shoulder and thought about it. All the sad and dreadful things he had been thinking about himself were coming back jumbled and twisted and he could hardly recognize the ones he had been thinking all day versus the ones he was coming up with on the spot.

Freak. Loser. Dead.

“I feel like shit,” he admitted at last. “Or at least this body does. I feel okay enough during the day but as Phantom I feel…” He frowned unable to put the words out in the air. Whatever Phantom was, that manifestation of his suffering consciousness, it hurt more clearly.

Jazz didn’t say anything but she did nuzzle her cheek against the top of his head and held him and he thought he could cry again as he made himself speak.

“I’m angry at nothing. I’m so sad and I keep forgetting why until I try to think about it then there are so many reasons and it sucks.” He sniffled again and she just stroked her thumb over his arm. She was so warm.

“You’ve been under a lot of stress.” She said and he groaned, shaking his head but not pulling away.

“I’m always under stress. This is different from the regular superhero stuff. I feel like something’s wrong with me. I’m so tired,” he sniffled. “I'm getting mood swings. I yelled at Skulker today and I think I actually hurt his feelings.” He told her and while that was a hilarious thing to think about it just made him more mad because it was mean, not quippy or even original. He let out a wet laugh anyway. Like he owed the hunter artistic integrity.

Jazz just stroked his arm and shoulder and she was so good at it.

“It feels different from being a teenager?” She tried but the levity and jokes were fading. She was considering his feelings and Danny didn’t realize that was what he had been really needing.

“Yeah. Like it feels like something new. And it’s worse in ghost form. I’m starting to get worried that I’m… That something’s wrong with me,” Danny blinked but tears started to pool and threatened to run down his cheeks as some dam inside him flooded over and he babbled.

“I feel fine sometimes and other times I just don’t and I can’t explain it but I really wonder if something’s wrong with me like-” His voice started to waver and Jazz tightened her grip around his back and gave him a long moment to finish.

“It feels like I’m actually dying.”

Jazz did not tense around him, her heart did not skip a beat or hammer and thankfully she didn’t say anything to tell him he was wrong.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” She said and it was a complete statement. It was pity and sympathy but it did not make Danny’s skin crawl. He sniffled and turned his face into her shoulder.

“Why do I feel this way?” He asked as if she could give him a diagnosis on the spot- like Jazz could find a ghost bug on his back and yank it out of his spine and he could feel better in an instant but whatever this was he felt in his core. As such, she did not have an easy answer.

“There are plenty of things that could be manifesting,” she said sounding thoughtful as if remembering exactly what one of those psychology textbooks said and she going to recite it verbatim.

"Could you paraphrase it for me?" Danny sighed but listened for Jazz to continue which she did with an even, terrible patient tone.

“The brain is a dumb, beautful, electric jelly lump and anything you’re feeling is real. We just have to figure out how to fix it. Or at least make you feel a little better.” She said and it sounded honest enough. “Is it possible this is how your stress is manifesting in your body? Tense and mad at ghosts?”

He didn’t know.

“I was stressed before and I never had a temper like that. And I was never exhausted all the time, even in the beginning when I only fought ghosts once a week or so.” Because I was so weak stayed hidden on his tongue, bitter and disgusting. He turned his cheek against her sweater and he felt her shrug.

“The human body isn’t meant to be stressed out for long periods of time. We’re meant to relax and hang out most of the time and be in run from the tiger mode just sometimes. This could be something biological. Your body might be overwhelmed.”

And that would be comforting except for that keyword--biological.

“That��s a human thing,” He snapped and pulled away. The grip broke and she looked at him with concerned eyes. Her hands still lingering on his waist and shoulder and he swatted them away.

“I’m not a person, Jazz. I’m a ghost. A monster.” He said and his lips formed a tight line and he willed them not to tremble as he scrubbed tears from his face. She blinked at him.

“Why don’t you feel like a person? Did something happen to your human half?”

He shook his head frantically straightening because to be small was to be weak and he couldn’t handle that right now. He stood and walked away a few steps forcing himself not to pace.

“No! Yes… I mean I’m fine but I just feel like shit. It’s ridiculous- I need to be stronger.”

“Making yourself stronger won’t necessarily fix whatever is going on. You can get help-”

“You can’t help.” Danny snapped at her but the heat was lessened.

“Then I can get you what you need to help yourself.” Jazz narrowed her eyes stubbornly pushing herself off the cold metal. She stood tall and crossed her arms. “You’re a human, Danny. You need all the basic things a human needs.”

“I get everything I need as a human and it’s not enough because something is wrong with me.”

“Did you eat dinner?”

“It was glowing so no. I ate lunch at school.” Danny crossed his arms back at his sister. He was in ghost form but he fought the urge to fly off. If they didn’t finish this conversation she would just follow him downstairs to his room and text him all night when he didn’t answer the door.

“Slept?” Jazz asked, apparently just going through a check list and Danny bristled.

“I dunno. I got home at 2 last night then went to bed.” There he stayed up scratching at his arms for hours then went to school. The answer did not impress her as if she knew that.

“Have you played Gloom recently?”

“I played Doom on Saturday for like two hours.” He rage quit after being killed again and again and making no progress. The memory made him tense and he glowered at her. “Are you just listing stuff from that pyramid thing?” He was pretty sure safety and self esteem were somewhere on that list but he really might just jump off the roof if she asked a stupid question like Do you feel safe.

“Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, Danny. It’s a real thing. In order to get to the top of the pyramid, you need to have the base which is physiological needs. Food and water, rest, relaxation, touch, and exercise.” Jazz listed like the walking encyclopedia she was.

This was all so stupid. He had all of those things in spades- except touch. He paused, freezing a snide remark on his lips and frowned. He wasn’t clingy and he didn’t exactly have time for a dating life. Even those fleeting hand touches with Sam had long faded. His fingers twitched and he turned to look at his gloved hands.

“Danny?” His head jerked up and Jazz was always too smart for her own good. She tilted her head and studied him as if she could read his thoughts and maybe she could. She could always read him so well.

“When was the last time you experienced a human touch?” She asked concisely taking any ghost punching off the table as technically contact.

He fidgeted under her gaze and shrugged but did not answer. What counted as human touch? He blushed and sputtered.

“I passed a note in class today? Got handed change by the lunch lady…” He realized as he spoke that he was reaching. Those couldn’t possibly count but she just nodded slowly.

“How about last time you had a handshake? Pet a dog? When was the last time you had a hug?” She asked giving him a second to process and Danny took a long moment to think and he really thought about it. He hadn’t hugged his friends in a long time, teenagerdom taking that casual action unless something really emotional was happening and one of them needed comfort. His parents had been wearing Specter Deflectors in the house for months as part of their uniform and hadn’t questioned, hadn’t insisted anyway when Danny stopped accepting offers for a morning hug. They chalked it up to teenage moodiness.

“The last hug I had was from you.”

Jazz’s face fell and Danny wondered if he should have lied. The event in question was a quick, genuine thing. He remembered the fleeting touch as she left for school one morning and he had shrugged her off.

“Danny…”

“Forget it. It’s not a big deal, I’m not a kid anymore.”

“These are human needs, not just for kids,” she sounded distraught. “We’re pack animals and we need to be embraced and touched. It lets your body know you’re safe and you’re a loved part of your community.” Did she forget how he was often enemy number one, let alone the school loser? Whatever community he was a part of he wasn’t exactly loved. He smiled tightly at her.

“I think we’re pretty well past that.”

She frowned and stalked towards him and the look on her face took him by surprise. He tensed getting ready to step back but she just grabbed him tight.

Standing under the pale moon light, high enough where those below could not see them, Jazz held Danny Phantom and tucked his head under her chin all but enveloping him.

But then she didn’t let go.

“Uh-"

“30 seconds of contact, minimum.” She said with a voice full of authority. “That’s the bare minimum your body needs to release oxytocin- happy brain chemical. Come on, hug me.”

He raised his numb arms immediately and obeyed squeezing gingerly around her back.

“Are you seriously counting to 30 before you let me go?” He tried to be glib but even now that weight was starting to dissipate. It couldn’t be that simple could it?

“I’m very serious,” Jazz said using that glib tone he had tried. “But instead of counting, I figured I’d just hold on until it feels right.”

How long would that be? Danny had started to think that he would never feel better, never feel whole again but here she was draining that horrible feeling from his body like she pulled a plug.

They held on to each other tight and maybe it was all fake and Jazz was making it up to give him a problem to focus on. Either way he felt soothed.

Jazz let him pull away after what must have been a full minute, maybe longer and he blinked at her feeling tired but not in a way that made him exhausted.

“Any better?” She asked as if she didn’t know. He smiled at her tightly but it wasn’t pained.

“Yeah. Thanks, Jazz.”

“Now I’m gonna want you for that every day,” she warned but smiled back. “We can do this every day before school and after if there’s time but you gotta see me before any ghost fighting nights.” Danny smiled a toothy, teasing grin.

“Are you giving me prescription hugs?”

“Yep.”

The two of them looked at each other for a long moment but even as the smiles faded to something more comfortable, whatever happened here worked at least a little. Even if it was all made up or exaggerated, at least Jazz cared enough to try.

In any case he wouldn’t fight the treatment.

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sk3l3ton110 · 1 year

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why must i be cursed to crave the warmth of another, while also being thoroughly repulsed by human hands?

#touchstarved #touch deprivation #self isolation #lonely

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daydream-ideas · 2 years

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Daydream about resolving your touch deprivation.

#is this too close to home? oop #touch starvation #touch deprivation #daydream #daydreams #daydreaming #daydreamer #daydreamers #immersive daydreaming #immersive daydreamer #daydream ideas #the daydreaming queue #para #paracosm #paracosms #paraportal #paras

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bldaydream · 7 months

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Picking up the pieces by falsegoodnight || (37K).

Na Minha cabeça essa fanfic foi escrita apenas pra mim. Sério fazia tempo que eu não me identificava tanto com os personagem como eu me identifiquei com essa. Essa Louis é literalmente eu. Eutou obsecada por essa dinâmica dele com Harry todo o medo, a paixão avassaladora sério perfeita.

#abo #bottom louis #touch deprivation #childhood friends #larry #larry fics

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langelito · 10 months

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dormí siesta y desperté hooorrrnyyy

tuve un sueño es que ufff ៸𓊓 ₋ 𓊓៸៸

#touch deprivation

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lazycranberrydoodles · 8 months

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you’d think after 800 years he’d learn his lesson about taking afternoon naps. / prev comic / follow for more sleepy xie lian

#i think xie lian and hua cheng are sleep deprived for different reasons. xie lian does get sleepy at like 10pm #but prayers will often keep him up past then. or he’ll get up at 4 for similar reasons #hua cheng doesn’t need to sleep. he would never pass up an opportunity to cuddle but when xie lian isnt there #you can BET he’s working on a new sculpture for 8 hours straight #or reading. or managing his city. or painting. or taking care of black water’s fish. or any of the other 8 million things he excells at #i think they’d try to minimize the times they sleep apart though….. theyve both been alone for so long :(#i am a BIG believer in hualian naps. what a luxury yknow?? when youre touch starved and busy all the time?? i want these men COMFY #ALSO TUMBLR DESATURATED THIS TO HELL GRRRR IT HAD SUCH A NICE GOLDEN HOUR EFFECT #tgcf #art #comic #tian guan ci fu #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #san lang #hob #heaven official's blessing #tgcf fanart #天官赐福 #mxtx #my art #lmao #tgcf meme

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jimkirkachu · 2 years

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all I want is to be tenderly, lovingly held and/or snuggled by a kind, sweet, courageous, sensitive, muscular-but-also-squishy, brilliant, hard-working starship captain with soft brown-auburn hair and gentle eyes and a smile like sunshine and a sensual tenor voice and his own style of bodily launching himself at enemies to protect his crew and a velvety greenish-yellow shirt and a passion for learning and exploring

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blackcathjp · 3 months

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ppl seem to like the idea of harry courting draco or harry doing big public displays of affection to ask him out (think promposals). but i feel like he'd be so awkward at dating. he doesn't quite know what to do with or show physical and emotional affection, the weasleys give him bad advice on romance, he's also oblivious when ppl are interested in him.

what he does have is earnestness and determination - he makes the first move on accident, just bursts out his feelings, brave and embarrassed.

draco knows all about courting and respects tradition, but he's not the type to make the first move (not anymore at least, not like when he was a kid, where running to his parents for safety and comfort was a luxurious option). he's calculating and weighs his options - what if he confesses but harry doesn't like him? what if he confesses and harry DOES like him? what if harry likes him, but doesn't like dating him? he's more hesitant and guarded with his feelings, but is more likely to show his affection towards loved ones.

harry asks him out in the middle of a conversation, just because he loves watching how passionate draco gets about something he loves. even after weeks of dating, draco insists on courting him the "proper way", showering him with gifts, writing letters that make harry blush, leaving loving post-its all over harry's home and work desk, delivering anonymous flowers, publicly asking if he can escort harry home (they're both embarrassed). he's touchy feely too, which harry isn't used to, but physical contact becomes easy and second nature now with draco. harry doesn't quite get the courting, yet still loves it.

harry: you already have me, draco 😊😆

draco: i still want to woo you though 🥹😤

#harry is earnest and determined in life but always had a bigger responsibility to be a hero #romance and physical affection are just kinda like. there in the back of his head #still trying to figure out what he wants and trying to express that #yet he's also touch starved and touch deprived #draco knows exactly what he wants but w/out $ and status he doesn't know how to get it #he's a very prideful person who takes a bad hit and gets humbled and becomes a better yet still prideful person #anyway this is supposed to be a cute idea of drarry courting ways #fics where harry figures out what he wants bc he's never wanted before >>>#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry blurb #drarry headcanons #writing

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lennadanvers · 3 months

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Three times Simon wanted to hug you (and the one time he did)

I wrote this for ao3 originally. I'm working on the final part, so I thought I'd start reposting here in the meantime. I hope someone likes it. I feed on comments btw. Just leaving that there.

Ghost’d had missions go badly before… No, scratch that. He had been part of missions that had gone terribly. Some he had barely survived. A lot had failed. That just happens.

Still, he felt like shit.

He was familiar with the feeling. He didn’t understand it, though. Everyone in his team had made it out alive. Even more than that, there had been only a couple minor injuries. That was a luxury he had learned to appreciate. Yes, the target they were supposed to find and bring back to base was laying, dead, on the floor of the helicopter. It wasn’t an especially gruesome sight, either. One shot at the back, most of the blood was still wet on the floor of the enemy base. Ghost had seen people practically turned inside out; this was almost as pleasant at it could get.

He had been dragging the target. The target, because they didn’t have a name. They never did. It had been a person. A very well informed person, if he had to guess, based on the urgency to get them back. Now they were a corpse. They had made the transition in his arms. He hadn’t even realized the target had bled out until they were already flying back.

Price wasn’t going to be happy, but he knew how the job was. Casualties were expected. At least the target wasn’t in anybody else’s hands.

Ghost looked down at his own. His gloves were dirty. If he flexed his fingers, he’d feel the stickiness of the blood. He knew the feeling well enough to be certain that the burning of the cold water of the sink wouldn’t erase it.

The movement of the helicopter landing made him look up. He jumped over the body of the target and stepped out. The sun didn’t touch his skin, completely covered in military grade fabric. But he felt it nonetheless.

His eyes, used to scanning his surroundings, had found you standing at the edge of the helipad. You were right next to the medics, ready to help save the corpse he had dragged here. Suddenly, Ghost became aware of every little sore and tense spot in his body. He had always thought you were capable. Your hands were smaller than his, more delicate- everyone’s were- but still ruthless and unwavering. He took a deep breath and wondered how long it would take you to get rid of all the knots in his back.

Your neck looked pretty, too. No, not pretty. He almost shook his head. Inviting. Warm. Your blood was close to the surface there, but still hidden. Where it belonged. He tore his gloves off, struggling with the stickiness.

Ghost didn’t cry. It wasn’t a matter of pride, or toughness. He had simply forgotten how to. But he started to walk towards you and felt the heat flooding his throat. The closer he got, the smaller you looked and the more pathetic he felt. His boots dragged him across the cement; yours were steady, still. Clean. He was covered in dirt. Another step and he was almost at arms reach. His uniform was itchy. He hadn’t noticed that since he was a rookie. And his holsters were tight, Ghost made sure of that.

Would you hold him tighter?

Would you be warm? Warmer than the target? You’d feel alive.

You’d smell of your shampoo- he had grown used to its fragrance in the showers: it lingered and overpowered his unscented one, even if you had left hours ago. It reminded him of warm, cleansing water. Of the feeling of being bare.

He shook his head. The mask was getting uncomfortable. Your skin looked so soft, though. He blinked. Your collarbone against his lashes. The idea made him inhale deeply.

Another step and he was next to you. You smiled at him; not a big smile, rather a small, confused one. Ghost stared at you for a second, the tears stabbing his throat. All he could do, head ducking as if aiming to hide in your neck, was to shake his head.

Then another step and he kept walking to his barracks: back still tense, nose still burning with the smell of gunpowder, hands itching with dry blood.

Part 2

#cod #fanfiction #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost #ghost cod #ao3 #hug #simon needs a hug #poor gigantic military man is touch deprived #and emotionally constipated

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