#touch-aversion

[allieebobo]

Hey, you can totally just ignore this, I'd hate to feel like i'm putting any pressure on you. But I was wondering, even if it's after the game is completely finished, would you maybe think about adding a Touch-Adverse option WITHOUT also having to asexual?

Some Touch adverse people (lol I'm people) 100% feel sexual attraction. But also still prefer if physical actions were limited to those we're close with, have shown blatant interest in or is initiated by us.

Ooh, no pressure at all, but I do know that my touch-averse and asexual coding for now is a big weakness of CT:OS. I haven't been very consistent with it, and I'm very sorry about that.

In the end, I think maybe I'll split out asexuality to = don't show any sexual scenes, and touch-averse to exactly what you mentioned above, i.e. characters will not initiate physical interactions (MC can still choose to do so).

But yeah, these two things will probably not be that clean / complete until I reach the 'editing' phrase of the IF. And yup, you can choose it somewhere else if you don't pick it in the beginning, so I hope that at least is a partial help / answer to your question! :)

[therosebanshee]

I want to cry a man who has to use Google translate has been flirting with me at my job I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt because he's old enough to be my father and I thought things might just be being skewed in translation, but today he kissed my hand and there is no skewing that in translation I also don't like being touched in general unless it's people I really care about, I don't know if that has to do with being demi or if it's just unrelated touch-aversion it feels like ants crawling on my skin. Now I need to figure out how to put up boundaries in spanish and not have it impact my job.

[breezy-cheezy]

"Still too light..."

Whumpril day 1: Hug (clammy)

(Yes I know it's May but I am just happy to finish this thing I started drawing like a year ago lmaooo)

I love Zeff and Sanji's father son relationship so so much. Zeff's poor Eggplant has gotten sick. Steamed himself instead of the actual food...

[eggbem]

Pb&j duo angst and fluff :)

Close-ups below

[pianokantzart]

I try to make an effort not to debate people online about completely pointless nonsense like Switch 2 misinformation.

So imagine my absolute delight when my sister and brother in law tried to explain to me that “you won’t really own any of your switch 2 games because they’re all on keycards,” accidentally giving me permission to ascend into my true form: the most insufferable nerd you’ve ever met.

[crispinkiss]

it wasn't so awful, was it?

stills below ->

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Cherishing Her Touch

|| Sevika x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader's upset, reasoning is altered for whatever you want, Sevika averting reader's touch which leads to her being upset, reader cries, Sevika tries to comfort, little dialogue, brief swearing, mentions of vulnerability

|| Summary; when avoiding another hug attempt from reader, Sevika doesn't realize what happens next before it's too late.

Requests closed!

Started; December 11th

Finished; December 11th

HurtCember2024; Day 10, Touch Aversion

Author Note; running a little behind on all my fics, this challenge, my series stuff and requests. hoping to at least get my request stuff done before christmas. thank you for being patient :)

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Dating someone who always tried to be tough wasn't easy. Sevika was exactly that type of person. She wasn't one to show vulnerability often. To her, letting someone touch her was showing vulnerability. She didn't like it. In fact, at the start of your relationship with her you couldn't count the amount of times she completely averted your touch. Making the extra effort to dodge your attempts.

It only stopped when she realized how upset she was making you. You'd been having a rough day and went to her, seeking a hug. You'd snuck up behind Sevika when she was focused on her work. The hug caught her off guard and she moved you off her. Your lip trembled and the waterworks couldn't be stopped. Normally it wasn't something that made you cry, but you were already having a rough day as it was. That was your finale straw. Sevika didn't notice right away that you were crying. Until she heard your little sniffles. When she noticed she felt bad.

Really bad. Sevika turned to you with a frown. There was hesitation in her eyes for a moment before her hand cupped your cheek. Bringing you in close. She didn't know what else to do. She wasn't... well, she'd never done this before. She wasn't even sure she was doing it right. But then you hugged her. Tight, too. Damn you really had a strong grip. The doubt if she was doing this right faded into the background. Being replaced with thoughts of making you feel safe. Wondering who/what caused this. Obviously Sevika knew that she had been your finale straw, but she wondered what could have happened before that. You were tough.

One of the toughest people Sevika knew. But, you did have a softer side to you. You could balance the two in ways she never could. That was one of the many things she admired about you. You were never afraid to show vulnerability, unlike herself. Right now, Sevika was kind of just copying what she had seen you do for other people. Giving hugs. She added in an awkward head pat that you snuggled right into. Cherishing her touch. After all, it wasn't often you got it. So you soaked up the moment.

There was a long silence while Sevika waited for you to settle. Knowing it would be useless talking to you when you were crying. She wouldn't have been able to understand you through your sobs.

"What happened?" Sevika asked once she was sure you had calmed down. At least enough to talk. You explained your entire day to her. Sevika listened to every word. Frowning the more she listened. You'd really been sent through the ringer today, hadn't you?

Sevika kept you in her arms. Feeling no rush to move away from you. Like she normally would have. She... honestly, it felt kind of nice. Would she ever tell you that? Fuck no. But she did like it. And in that moment, she realized she really did really love you.

If it had been someone that hurt you, Sevika would make sure to make them regret it. And if it had just been a bunch of stuff that overwhelmed you, if it wasn't already done she'll take care of it for you. But she would hold off on that until later. Right now, you were her focus.

[hello-spidey14]

I love how lloyd makes the same face when koko holds him that he does when Kai hugs him- LIKE THATS SO CUTE!!

He definitely thinks kai's hugs are just like his mom's.

[canisalbus]

Vasco certainly doesn't mind at all, he's a highly touch-powered person and ear rubs are a common form of everyday low-pressure intimacy.

[strawberrus0da]

How to develop a touch phobia

[koolaidashley]

Clingytello ATTACK

[illiaccrest]

You know what else Aventurine needs is a nap buddy.

[deerspherestudios]

I have an Atom ask because as soon as I realized they were a bundle of worms I was obsessed.

So, I don't find worms the most adorable thing in the world, like I would a puppy, perhaps, but I do enjoy the occasional noodle. They are silly little dudes that help with my compost which I salute them for (makes my plants grow better, amazing fertilizer guys, keep it up).

I would love to hold worms in my hands, but they are not very keen on sunlight or being out of their beloved dirt. HOWEVER. Pookie Atom.

How would Atom react to an MC who was elated to have such a pal, and that was infatuated with them as well? Can I swim in Atom?

Welp, good luck!!! 👍👍👍

[stochastiz]

there's something about the fact that Murderbot still says "don't touch (me)" when on the verge of system failure

it feels more like an organic reflex than a programmed response, and i doubt a secunit with an intact governor module would be able to say that to it's clients

but even when it's buffering and glitching and leaking fluids, Murderbot can still ask to not be touched

[whumpsday]

Changing Bandages

@medwhumpmay Day 20

Medwhump May Masterlist

content: recovery, caretaking, comfort, defiant whumpee, fugitive whumpee, touch aversion

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“Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me,” Whumpee chanted, huddled up in the corner with a scathing glare on his face like a feral cat.

Caretaker held up their hands, showing that the only things they were holding were a couple of washcloths, a roll of gauze, and medical tape. “I won’t,” they promised. “Not until you’re okay with it. Just try to calm down.”

“I’m never going to be okay with it!” Whumpee shrieked. He clapped his hands over his mouth, shaking. He looked absolutely on the verge of panic, standing over the yawning cavern of it.

“Then I won’t touch you.” Caretaker slowly dropped to the floor where they stood, trying to get on Whumpee’s eye level. “But please try and be quieter. It would be really bad if people found out you were here.”

Whumpee gave two quick nods of understanding. At least he was of sound enough mind for that.

“I won’t touch,” Caretaker repeated, painstakingly gentle. “Can you at least pull up your shirt a bit, so I can see how your dressings are holding up? I won’t come any closer. I just want to look, that’s all.”

For a long moment, Whumpee was still, and Caretaker was almost sure he wasn’t going to do it–then his arms moved, slowly but surely, and lifted up the side of his shirt.

Really, the bandages should have been changed two days ago. The only reason Caretaker had managed to get them on him in the first place had been the delirious state they found him in.

They sucked air in through their teeth. “That’s pretty bad, Whumpee. I’m not going to do it without your permission, but you really, really need to do it and change the bandages. If you don’t, it could get infected, and you really don’t want your choices to be hospital or no hospital, because those are both really bad for us right now.”

Really, Caretaker had already been brainstorming ways to illicitly obtain antibiotics. But it would be a lot easier if Whumpee didn’t get his wound infected in the first place.

“I don’t care, you don’t touch me, you promised,” Whumpee insisted tearily. “You promised.”

“I know. I know. Okay, then… you do it.” It wasn’t an idea Caretaker liked. Every movement Whumpee made tended to be rough and rash, and they didn’t want them to reopen the damn thing. He really needed a careful touch. But anything was better than letting it fester at this point.

They dropped their supplies, then stood and backed up, all the way to the far wall. “All yours. Go on.”

Whumpee blinked. “I… don’t know how.”

Of course he didn’t. He barely knew how to do anything to help himself. They’d gathered by now that the people searching for Whumpee had never let him learn, had kept him dependent.

“I’ll guide you through it. Verbally. Go on, now, I’ll help,” Caretaker encouraged.

Not taking his eyes off Caretaker the whole time, Whumpee crawled forward to grab the items, then scurried back to his corner. “What first?”

“Remove the old bandage. Gently,” they emphasized. “Go slow, bit by bit. Get it off there.”

Whumpee’s hands trembled, as they always did, unsticking the tape. He didn’t peel slowly like Caretaker instructed, ripping it off in a few short, jerky bursts.

The gash in his side was bleeding, though it was impossible to tell if Whumpee had finished bleeding through days ago and this was a new incident brought on by the pulling-off of the bandages, or if it had been consistently bleeding this whole time. Caretaker stifled a sigh. “Good job. Just remember to be gentle, okay? Take the wet washcloth and wash the wound. Don’t hurt yourself. Just do it nice and slow.”

Whumpee gave another quick nod, grabbing the wet washcloth and rubbing it over the wound. He hissed, and Caretaker could already see the washcloth getting bloody.

“Okay, stop, stop,” Caretaker warned, and Whumpee freezed, shaking hands still pressing the washcloth to his wound. “That’s–yeah, actually, just do that. Press, don’t rub.”

That was a little better. There was still a little rubbing, as Whumpee’s hands were never truly still, and maybe that would be just enough, if he wasn’t pressing it in with the force someone waiting to be executed might clench their teeth in fear.

“Good, good. Now the dry washcloth. Just pat it, remember, no rubbing. We just need it to be dry,” they instructed.

“Are you mad at me?” Whumpee asked, his hands unable to totally follow Caretaker’s instructions as the washcloth’s soft surface ground against the wound.

“No, Whumpee, I’m not mad. I’m just worried about you. I want you to be okay,” Caretaker assured him. “You can put the washcloth down. Take the gauze and wrap yourself up, okay? Give yourself a few layers and then tape it in place.”

The dressing was messy. Even after Whumpee went over it three times, Caretaker had to encourage him to go over it a fourth to cover the gaps he’d left. They weren’t sure the tape would hold. They weren’t sure about anything. They desperately wanted to just dress Whumpee’s wounds proper, hold his hand, give him a hug.

But it wasn’t what Whumpee wanted. And in the end, that was what was most important.

“There. All done!” Caretaker celebrated. “We can do this every day. You’ll get better at it. Good work.” Maybe this was better in the end, after all. Teaching Whumpee those skills.

He balled up the supplies and tossed them into the center of the room. “I didn’t expect you to actually keep your word.”

“Your feelings are important to me.” Caretaker hadn’t known him very long, but it seemed like Whumpee would be staying with them for the foreseeable future. And he needed to hear it.

Whumpee didn’t respond to that, but the glare had left his eyes, and that was more than enough.

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