Touchstarved Stories

The ground has been listening. So has he. Aria has spent thirty-eight years being told she feels too much. She hears the silence between neighbors who stopped speaking weeks ago. She feels the night-shift worker sitting alone in his kitchen at 12:30 a.m. At 2 a.m., burned down to nothing, she sits on a bench at the edge of the old park-and the ground beneath her is warm. Kael has held this city in silence for a century. Receive everything. Touch nothing. Answer no one. A hundred years ago, a woman sat on that same bench and asked the ground what it was carrying. The ground answered her. The city fell. They still read the names aloud. He has called himself Oni-demon-ever since. She hasn't asked him anything. Yet. In Japan, the word for god is kami. So is the word for paper. And for hair. And for above. Four meanings, one sound. Nobody arranged that. The gods here never left. They are nature, feeling itself from the inside. When one of them grieves, the ground moves. - Ancient earth god with a dark past - Empath heroine who feels too much - He knew her first - Touch-starved, true slow burn - Japanese mythology in a modern city - Standalone, guaranteed HEA This is a preview: the prologue and the opening chapters. The complete novel is on Kindle Unlimited (link on my profile). It's a slow burn-and when it finally burns, the full book is far more explicit than this preview. Please check the content warnings on Amazon before you read. Not all languages are made of words. Be careful what you ask.

Hatred came easily to Haryā. As one of the Omaticaya clan's strongest young hunters, she had no patience for reckless boys, loudmouths or people who made her feel out of control. Unfortunately for her, Lo'ak Sully was all three. The two had been locked in a rivalry filled with insults, bruised pride and arguments sharp enough to make everyone around them miserable ever since childhood. While Lo'ak thrived in chaos, Haryā kept her walls high and her emotions buried deep beneath silence and stubbornness. Everything changed the day a Palulukan attacked during a simple game in the forest. Separated from the others and forced to survive together, the two enemies became trapped within tangled vines, and a single accident changed them both forever. Their kuru connected. For one brief and terrifying moment, there are no barriers between them. No anger. No lies. No secrets. Only the emotions they were never meant to feel. After that night, Lo'ak cannot stop thinking about her. Haryā cannot forgive herself for letting him see what was hidden inside her heart. As Lo'ak falls deeper in love, which becomes more painful over time, Haryā pushes him away, terrified of intimacy and vulnerability, and the frightening truth that she may love him too. But some bonds do not disappear quietly. Some people leave scars that even Eywa cannot heal. 5/18 Edited Started: 05/26/2026 Ended:? Disclaimer This fanfiction is inspired by the universe of Avatar and Avatar: The Way of Water created by James Cameron. I do not own any canon characters, settings, cultures, or lore belonging to the Avatar franchise. All original characters, plot additions, and story interpretations belong to the author. Number 1 in #scaredlove Number 2 in #blackcatenergy Number 4 in #emotionallyunavailable Number 4 in #emotionalangst Number 6 in #omatikaya Number 7 in #soulbond

Freya belongs on the field. Nathaniel owns it. Kaiden changes it. They were never supposed to overlap. Now they can't stay apart. Between matches, late nights, and everything left unsaid, something shifts- in the way they look at each other, in the space they start to share, in the lines they promised not to cross. This isn't a love story that plays fair. It's about what happens when desire, loyalty, and timing collide- and no one walks away untouched.

When shy artist Frieda starts painting places she's never seen, she catches the attention of the last person she ever expected-a lonely, art-collecting Mind Flayer who's convinced she's painting memories of the home he lost centuries ago. Val is a monster. An accountant. A hopeless romantic with far too many feelings and absolutely no idea what to do with them. As impossible dreams, living paintings, and a little too much yearning bring them closer together, Frieda discovers that the scariest monster she's ever met is also the gentlest... and Val learns that maybe love isn't something you can calculate.

Sherlock is tough starved, just craving for the smallest touch from John. It eats at him for a while, until...

Jack Klein survived wars, black ops missions, and the kind of violence that leaves permanent scars beneath the skin. Emotions were dangerous. Attachment was worse. Then there was Elena Vasile. His partner. His equal. The only person who ever managed to slip past the walls he spent years building around himself. On a mission deep within the frozen mountains of Belarus, everything goes wrong. As a covert operation collapses into betrayal, fire, and bloodshed, Jack is forced into an impossible choice between survival and the woman he never admitted he loved. Some losses leave ghosts. Others leave silence. A dark military romance filled with emotional tension, grief, survival, obsession, and the devastating cost of loving someone in a world built to destroy people like them.

Joelann is an introvert who's mastered the art of being present without being seen until he meets Castorice, a lilac-haired stranger whose gloved hands keep the world at arm's length. Her "touch of death" turns crowds into distance; his careful nature turns distance into ritual. Together, in a city of libraries, greenhouses, and rain-lit windows, they build a quiet civilization of beautiful rules: speak low, stand to the side, praise the weather that touches them both. They do not rush love. They learn to hover: palms a breath apart, warmth gathering like a small obedient star. Oranges are sliced; graves are tended; plush animals appear beneath a blue whale slide at dawn. In the almost between their hands, Joelann discovers he would risk everything for a single honest touch... and Castorice trembles for the first time because someone chooses her despite the cost.

Twenty year old Azaan Khan hates the thought of family. Life has burnt him so many times- he doesn't believe in its tethers. Love was fake. Family was a lie. Life was just meant to walk towards certain death. The world had deemed him insane, then so be it. Insane he was. So when he is found and bound to the family that once lost him- rage fills him, hate pounding in his heart at this lie infront of him. He vows to make them send him back, break the chains they placed around him themselves. Ranveer Rathore goes to find the baby they once lost- he has everything in his palm. Perfect brothers, perfect lineage, perfect company. Just one thing had been missing all these years- his youngest brother lost in a tragedy no one ever recovered. What he finds instead is a boy with a shark like smile, maniacal smile, and a bloody cackle of a laugh Will he be able to love this boy wearing the blood of his brother or is Azaan's insanity, enough to drive them all away? Basically what if a perfectly normal family meets a boy who would leap off a building for fun.

um hi this is a thing i'm doing to tell someone about my feelings and how my days go bc i hate my mom and my family sucks and my friends are at a 0 rn so ya enjoy love bug ily

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He went in for a simple hug figuring his mate would comply. All he heard was a short whimper before his mate took a defensive stance. He put his arms in front of his face and tried to look as small as possible. Nick was pissed, sure his mate didn't hug him "big deal". No, what pissed him off was the fact that he took a defensive stance as if he was going to hurt him. Nicks inner wolf took over as his eyes suddenly turned ruby red. "Who hurt you." he took a step forward not noticing how scared the Omega was. The Omega just whimpered again and pushed himself against the wall to get away from Nick. That's when Nick was snapped back to reality. _________________________________________ *Cough cough* not me writing another book while still working on City of Flames, nope couldn't be me. Anyway! New werewolf story!! The first chapter wont be out for a while since I am going to be try harding both City of Flames and this new book. ⚠️ There is no update schedule!! ⚠️ Cover in the works!!

Liora Winslow arrives with a camera and an instinct for noticing what lingers at the edge of the frame. Her attention draws her toward a man who exists too quietly, and toward a school that protects its secrets with care. St. Morwen was never meant to be documented. It was meant to be witnessed. Some things do not survive proof.

In a world where status is everything and words are wrapped in silk, the Arova brothers are at the top of society's ladder-powerful, poised, and utterly untouchable. Viktor Arova, the elder of the two, is a man of few words and deep thoughts. Thirty-four, divorced, and quietly healing, he's never rushed love. But the moment he crosses paths with Theodore Sinthorne, a sharp-tongued omega with eyes that defy and a heart that yearns, Viktor finds himself drawn to something he never thought he needed-chaos wrapped in charm. Theo, at twenty-three, has never been the type to surrender. Feisty, independent, and allergic to touch unless it feels like everything, he has spent years brushing off offers from Alphas who didn't make his heart skip. But Viktor's steady voice and unreadable eyes? That's something different. And maybe, just maybe, the game he starts with Viktor slowly turns into something real. Across the city, Keifer Arova wears his dominance differently-golden retriever energy disguised in expensive suits and hidden bruises from late-night boxing matches. At twenty-eight, he's sunshine with secrets, kindness with strength. And then he meets Taeha, a quiet beauty with a past he never speaks of. Delicate, guarded, and haunted by the nights he was forced to trade pieces of himself for survival, Taeha wants nothing but peace. But Keifer? Keifer wants to give him a world where he never has to flinch again.

"You may leave," he whispered. "But if you stay-I will teach you what surrender really means." When desperate and fiercely protective Nerina Vale signs a mysterious contract to save her sister, she doesn't expect to become the personal companion of Cassian Vale-a dangerously seductive billionaire bound by ancient vows and darker secrets. But Cassian doesn't want her body. He wants her control. In a mansion filled with rules, rituals, and forbidden rooms, Nerina is drawn into a twisted power play that blurs the line between consent and craving. What starts as a deal becomes a dangerously addictive bond-one that neither of them may survive. Dark. Erotic. Addictive. If you crave slow-burn dominance, emotional obsession, and touch-starved tension-welcome to The Vow That Binds. #DarkRomance #Billionaire #FantasyRealism #PossessiveMMC #SlowBurn #Spicy #PowerPlay #TouchStarved

A series of Legendborn Oneshots Another dance by happen stance between Selwyn and Briana Matthews

a thief meets a god and they should have sex at some point 👍 the mc is gederless it's just ppl assuming they're male when they meet. TW: brief mentions of s*xual assault/r*pe, alcohol abuse

This takes place, after the events of Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel (which is on prime video) After the match against Heaven and Hell, things are starting to look better for the Hotel! Uh.. more or less.. just still no sinner except the originals. Lucifer has decided stay with Charlie for the time benefit as well as keeping her away from a specific Overlord... But the Radio Demon won't suffice this as he did promise his deal maker to ruin the Hotel but not in the way he thought. So now starts a back and forth rivalry with King of Hell, Lucifer and The Radio Demon, Alastor! Notes: One-sided Radiostatic Platonic RadioApple? Ships: HUSKERDUST (Angel Dust x Husker) (Vox x Val)- (On and Off RelationShip) Vaggie x Charlie (Obviously) Zestial x Carmille Carmine (I'll explain)