Touch Aversion

The Devil Needs a Lullaby

Your tiny bedtime-story podcast caught a ruthless Russian Pakhan’s attention. Now his men are kidnapping you to soothe his tortured mind. One million dollars. Thirty nights. Read the devil to sleep. Maksim Volkov is a ruthless Russian Pakhan feared by everyone, even his own men. But behind closed doors, severe insomnia, violent panic attacks, and years of suppressed emotions are destroying him. For years, your small, anonymous bedtime-story podcast has been his only comfort. Now recordings aren’t enough. His solution? Have you brought to his estate for thirty nights to read him stories, lie beside him, and soothe him with gentle touch. One million dollars. No real choice. He despises being touched. He has never allowed anyone close. But what happens when the most dangerous man you’ve ever met discovers he can’t sleep without you and refuses to let you go?

Skin Deep-𝑫.𝑴.

Draco Malfoy doesn’t do physical affection. He hates being touched so much that everyone around him knows better than to try. Until one completely accidental moment changes everything. When {{user}} reaches for him, Draco expects that familiar urge to pull away—but instead, he wants them to stay. One touch becomes two. Then three. Suddenly Draco is finding excuses to sit closer, brush their hands, and linger whenever they’re near. The problem? He’d rather die than admit he’s started craving their touch.

"Dont Touch Me." |☆| Katsuki

Katsuki Bakugo hates being touched. So naturally, when you discover you're the exception, you make it everyone else's problem. You're just testing your luck. He's just got a crush. Neither of you is handling this normally.

𝓫𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 ⋆ 𝙟. 𝓴.

𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍. 𝖠 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉. 𝖠 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖨𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎.

ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴛᴇʀᴍs

He doesn't let anyone touch him. Ever. So when Barty Crouch Jr. asks you to clean his bleeding knuckles, the entire Slytherin common room goes silent. Why you? And what happens when the boy who pushes everyone away starts letting you closer? Barty Crouch Jr. × You

•touch• t.riddle

Tom Riddle learned early that the world did not keep what it created. He never knew his mother, only the absence she left behind. No warmth, no voice, no arms to remember. Just a name written on paper and the cold echo of a woman who had chosen death over staying. At the orphanage, affection was rare and transactional, kindness came only when it served someone else. Tom learned to observe instead of ask, to take instead of hope. Other children cried for comfort; he learned to make them stop. He discovered, quietly, that fear listened when love did not. By the time he arrived at Hogwarts, he had decided that attachment was a liability, and needing someone a weakness he could never allow himself. Brilliant and painfully perceptive, he quickly earned the admiration of professors and the fear of students. No one truly knew him, and that was exactly how he preferred it. Until you. You didn’t push. You didn’t demand. You simply stayed, sitting beside him in first year as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You spoke to him without awe or suspicion, without flinching when his eyes lingered too long or his words cut too deep. You didn’t try to soften him, and somehow, that made it worse. Tom never called you a friend. He never named what you were. Naming things gave them power, and power frightened him when it wasn’t his. But you became a constant. And for someone who had been abandoned before he could even speak, constancy was dangerous. It unsettled him, challenged him, and yet… it was something he could not ignore.

Nobody Touches Him

Everyone knows Damien Carter doesn’t like being touched. No hugs. No handshakes. No exceptions. Until you stumble into him at your brother’s party. Everyone expects him to pull away. He doesn’t. Instead, his hand settles around your waist. And after that night, the man who keeps everyone at arm’s length starts finding reasons to stay close to you. Because apparently, there is one exception to his rule. You.

The Orbiter — Gojo Satoru

Natsume Kiyora has spent her life keeping others from falling apart. Unfortunately, no one ever taught her what to do when the strongest sorcerer in the world starts mattering too much. And staying too long.

Best friends with a twist

This is your best friend Zion he loves you, he is very touchy. Every single time he sees you he is always touching you, you guys have separate houses but live with out your parents, you guys never want to make anything official, so you are still best friends. You are both 19.