#Hoarding Behavior

[echo-goes-mmm]

Hoarding Behavior #9

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Warnings: dehumanization, objectification  

“Wake up, my treasure,” said a soft voice in his ear. River blearily opened his eyes to see Master sitting next to him, a warm smile on his face.

It seemed early, and Noct had never woken him up before. River yawned and sat up.

“What is it, Master?”

“We are going to see my hatch-mates,” Master Noct explained, brushing part of River’s hair away from his face. “I can not leave you by yourself.”

“Why?” he asked. Master never seemed to mind his questions, instead indulging his curiosity.

“I seal my nest when I leave for more than a day. I do not know how that affects the air in here, and who will light the lanterns for you when I am gone?”

“Oh.”

Noct seemed to be in a hurry; two bags already sat packed by the exit, and he had already laid out River’s clothes for the day.

The clothes consisted of a simple pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt, unlike the usual… revealing… outfits Master had him wear.

“I do not want you to get cold,” Noct explained, sensing his confusion. “I will be flying, and the wind will chill you.”

Breakfast was over quickly, and they headed outside after the dishes were clean.

“Wait here,” Master ordered. He walked off, and River wondered what he was up to, until Master changed into his large dragon form. He started to roll a large boulder towards the cavern entrance, and River understood what he meant by “sealing the nest”.

“Now we may go,” said Noct after he was done. He scooped River up in one hand, and the bags in another, before raising his massive ruby wings to fly into the air.

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The flight was long, and despite their early start, it was nearing midday before they landed.

River didn’t know how fast they had been going, but they were certainly hundreds of miles from home.

To his surprise, they landed in a massive sheep pasture. He couldn’t even see the opposite fence when he looked for it, and there were just so many animals.

Even more strange, the sheep didn’t seem a bit bothered that a dragon had landed among them.

“Come,” Noct called. “My brother has his nest not far from here.”

It was true, it wasn’t far at all. And unlike Noct’s nest, it was unhidden, buried in a hill with a simple tapestry door.

But Noct did not enter the hill, instead walking up and over it. 

River followed him, and saw three dragons (purple, blue, green) in their small forms sitting on an innocuous picnic blanket. It was nearly comical; three huge predators lounging around casually.

“Noct,” greeted one of them, a man with purple scales and silver eyes. He was taller than Noct; they all were.

“Vixes,” grinned Master. He set the bags off to the side, and the two touched their foreheads together. Noct bumped into the other two, in an equally friendly gesture.

“Your sheep look well,” said Noct as he sat, and River awkwardly sat next to him. Master deemed this unacceptable, and tugged him into his lap instead.

“Thank you,” said Vixes. “The wool is coming in nicely.”

“Who is this?” interrupted the green dragon, a woman. She was a whole head taller than the rest, and River guessed she must be ten feet tall standing, not including her horns.

“A treasure of mine,” said Noct, proud. “I call him River.” Noct’s hand brushed over his stomach and River squirmed from the tickling sensation.

“How cute,” said the blue dragon. “May I?”

Noct pushed River off his lap, and the blue dragon pulled him forward by his hips.

“Be gentle, Anlis,” warned Noct. “He is delicate.”

River nervously turned back to look at Master, but he was sitting mostly unbothered.

“Look at me,” cooed Anlis, his hands roaming over River. Anlis had bronze-y eyes that scrutinized him.

“I have seen prettier humans,” he commented, “but he looks sweet.”

“I do not understand why you would collect a human,” said the lady dragon, whose name River still hadn’t caught. “I understand Vixes has his odd interest in sheep-”

Vixes hissed-

“But a human? What do you see in him?”

Anlis passed River back over to his Master, and Noct seemed relieved to have him in his lap again. River felt the same way; curling into Noct’s warm chest.

“It does not concern you, Siat.” 

“And I do not have an odd interest in sheep,” protested Vixes. “They are for wool. I hoard the finest cloth, and the best looms and spinning wheels, and-”

“Yes, yes, my apologies,” waved off Siat. “Still, my point stands.”

“It is not so strange,” Anlis said, “Humans are curious little creatures, and they make such fine things. Noct collects rare human items; why would he not want a human too?”

“Hm,” she hummed, neither disagreeing nor agreeing.

The mood lightened after lunch, and Vixes clearly was not interested in sheep for the sake of sheep, as their lunch was roasted mutton.

“Have you considered putting River in silk?” asked Vixes, “that cotton is a nice weave, but you could do better.”

“I do put him in silk. And gold, and other lovely things. I did not want him to get cold on the flight here. Humans have no inner fire, you know.”

Vixes hummed in agreement, and the conversation drifted to other things.

When evening broke, they moved into Vixes’s nest.

It was far different from Noct’s den. Instead of glittering cases of jewels and fine-hewn furniture, there were hanging tapestries with vivid colors. Glass containers of dyes lined a roughly-made shelf, and many, many bolts of fine fabrics were stacked neatly on a large rug.

Several looms sat in rows, with partially finished work, and a large sorting table held piles of wool.

The only consistency was perhaps the stone door that no doubt held food behind it, and the large bed dug into the floor.

“Did you make all this yourself?” asked River as they all sat in the nest. 

“Of course,” beamed Vixes as he settled into his bed. “I even breed my sheep to perfection. Only the best wool will do for my looms.”

“What happens to the sheep that aren’t good?”

“Dinner,” joked Anlis, and Siat nodded.

“Very practical,” she said.

“I could not possibly eat so much mutton so quickly. No, the bad sheep fill my belly, then my shepherds have their pick.”

“Shepherds?”

Vixen yawned, his long teeth flashing. “Mhm. I cannot watch my thousands of sheep myself. At first, I sold my bad sheep, but my herd became too big, and so I pay shepherds in sheep. Their new herds share my fields, their families get fed, the shepherd wool goes to market, and my sheep are safe.” he explained.

“I never sell my wool, and even my worst sheep make good fabric for humans, so they are happy. They even built a settlement nearby.”

“You mean, an entire village lives here simply because you had too many sheep?” asked River, impressed.

Vixes shrugged, unconcerned. “I do not mind. My sheep are fed and watered. That is all I am concerned with.” He laid down, and seemed more interested in sleeping than elaborating.

Analis and Siat quietly chatted with each other, and Noct was already half asleep, purring. He tugged River down to lay with him, and River obliged. 

He cuddled close into his chest, and despite the fact that he was in a nest with four whole dragons, River didn’t feel unsafe at all in Noct’s arms.

It was probably the safest place in the world.

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#WE'RE SO BACK BABY #finally off hiatus! #hoarding behavior #my writing #whump #slavery whump

[arcadianforests]

i’m human okay? when i see a Good Box i want to keep and treasure it okay? but what i don’t feel the need to do is to keep every scrap of cardboard that comes into the house in a giant pile in the garage "just in case” it might be “useful one day” okay?

#hoarding behavior

[inorganicone2230]

Like Hoarded Gold (Part 1) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Summary: Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo are complete strangers to you, but when they unexpectedly learn of the tragic news that has irrevocably shattered your life to pieces, the two of them become determined to help you and make you happy again, whether you want them to or not.

Warnings: Not many for this chapter, just the guys being nosy creeps for now.

Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this or any future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.

“Come on, babe.”

Satoru Gojo moaned shamelessly into the kiss he shared with his lifelong friend and romantic partner, Suguru Geto, as he pressed the dark haired man down into the gym mat of the darkened storeroom they had snuck into.

“You're so fucking needy.” 

Suguru playfully taunted him, even as he groaned and pawed at the other young man just as desperately, his hands finally finding purchase on Satoru’s hips so he could grind their still clothed and aching erections together.

They’d had a break between lectures and when Satoru had teasingly suggested that the two of them find a quiet spot for a quicky, he had been more than happy to agree, which was how they now found themselves in their current situation; namely, the two of them laid out on an old mat in the storeroom of the college gym, desperately dry-humping one another.

“You're not gonna sound so cocky once I’m balls-deep in your tight fucking ass.” Satoru shot back, nipping his neck hard enough that it was surely going to leave a very noticeable bruise, one he knew Suguru would wear with immense pride and satisfaction.

Suguru’s chuckle was deep and sensual as he reached between them to begin unbuckling his boyfriend's belt and pants, desperate to get his large hands wrapped around Satoru’s fat cock.

“Wanna bet on-”

The door to the storeroom suddenly creaked open and both men instantly froze as dim light from the previously empty gym briefly flooded the space before closing and going dark again.

“Shit!” Satoru whispered harshly into his ear, just loud enough so only he would hear it. “Did a professor or someone else follow us?”

It's not like the two of them had ever tried to hide their relationship from the public, such a thing would have been an impossible endeavor anyway, what with how affectionate and touchy Satoru could be most of the time. But even with their relationship being public knowledge, it still hadn't stopped the occasional creeper or fame-chaser from trying to catch them in compromising situations, usually to try and extort the white haired young man for a cut of his rather impressively large fortune and inheritance.

With the unexpected death of his parents only four years prior, and Satoru being their only child, he had been the sole beneficiary to the Gojo family's vast wealth and assets, and while he still had to graduate college first before he could receive the entirety of his inheritance in full, the monthly stipend he received every month to fund their lifestyle until then was certainly nothing to sneeze at.

But it also had the unfortunate drawback of painting a big red bullseye on his back, and subsequently Suguru’s as well, one that led some people to think that they would be an easy target for some quick cash if a compromising photo could be taken and dangled over their heads.

“Just stay quiet for now.” Suguru replied, then tenderly kissed Satoru's cheek with the kind of affection he knew would leave the Gojo heir blushing. “If they try anything, I'll be the one to handle it.”

And he meant it to, he had already beat the shit out of a few creeps for trying this kind of shit, and would be more than willing to do so again if it came down to it.

Satoru was his, and he would always have his back, just like he knew Satoru would always have his.

The two of them, thankfully, were tucked away in a corner of the storeroom behind some stacked boxes of equipment, so they would see anyone that came around the corner, but when no one came, the two of them slowly rose to their feet to take a peek around, wondering if maybe the individual actually hadn't stuck around and left when the door shut.

But there, leaning against the wall next to the door was a young girl, one who both men briefly recognized as a first year, more specifically, she was a foreign exchange student who they just so happened to share one or two classes with this semester.

You had your phone drawn up to your ear and seemed to be calling the same number repeatedly as your expression grew more and more frantic every time the person(s) on the other end failed to pick up.

“The fuck?” Satoru silently mouthed as they looked at one another, confusion written all over each other's faces, but Suguru was just as lost as his partner and only shook his head at him.

He now suspected that you had no idea you weren't alone in here, which meant that you weren't a threat, so his posture had relaxed once more, but now he was also fairly curious as to what had brought you here, and who you were so desperately trying to get ahold of.

And based on the noticeable gleam in Satoru's bright blue eyes, Suguru knew he was also just as curious.

And then, as if their nosiness had triggered something on the other end of your phone, they suddenly heard your voice speak, your tone sounding both relieved and panicked as words, in what they were able to tell was English, began tumbling out of your mouth in fast succession.

The only problem however, was that neither of them knew enough of the language to be able to piece full sentences together.

“Oh come on!” Satoru quietly groaned in exasperation.

He knew enough to be able to pick out a few words here and there; words like ‘no’ and ‘please’ and ‘wait’, which you seemed to be repeating quite often as your voice grew more and more panicked, but eventually, whoever was on the other end must have abruptly ended the call, because you stopped talking as the phone slowly slid from your slackened grip and fell to the floor with a loud enough crash that he knew without even seeing it that the damn things screen was likely shattered to bits from the impact with the concrete flooring.

You looked so sad and heartbroken in that moment, and before either man knew what was happening, you dropped to your knees with a sickening thud that left both of them wincing. Your knees were most definitely going to be in a world of hurt once you finally managed to pull yourself out of whatever dark hole that conversation had thrown you into.

And then came the wailing…

The sounds that came pouring out of you were absolutely gut wrenching, and despite not knowing anything about you, not even your name, it took everything Satoru and Suguru had to stop themselves from going to you and demanding what it was that had caused this.

You had your arms wrapped so tightly around yourself, like you would fall to pieces if you weren't holding yourself together in that lonely embrace, and you were sobbing so hard that they both feared you might actually make yourself sick if you didn't get your breathing under control.

“What do you think we should do?” Suguru whispered.

Satoru didn't once take his eyes off you as he shook his head in uncertainty.

“I honestly don't know.” He answered. “We would probably just make things worse if we suddenly pop out and she learns we've been here this whole time.”

Suguru had to agree, and as much as it killed him to stand back and let your trauma unfold like this, he knew that Satoru was right.

Neither of them completely understood why they had this unexplainable urge to go to you, someone who was a complete and total stranger, but it was a matter they were going to have to ponder together and discuss at great length before making any solid decisions on.

But for now, they simply had to let the situation run its natural course and hope for the best, even if waiting and patience was never either of their strong suits.

And so they did.

They waited for almost thirty minutes, watching and listening to the sound of your very soul shattering as you cried yourself into exhaustion before you eventually managed to pick yourself back up off the floor and slowly and silently exit the storage space. Neither of them failed to notice the dead expression on your face or how utterly lifeless your eyes appeared to be, and both men knew it had little to do with the poor lighting from the few small windows sprinkled along the walls near the ceiling.

And only once they were certain they were alone again did both Satoru and Suguru finally release the breath neither of them realized they were simultaneously holding.

“Fucking hell…” Satoru groaned and slumped down to the floor to sit on his haunches. “What was that all about?” He asked, looking up at Suguru through feather soft lashes.

Suguru leaned back against the wall across from him and let out his own sigh of frustration.

He didn't understand what this feeling was or where it was coming from, but it was taking all his restraint not to go chasing after you, to make certain you didn't do anything foolish.

Perhaps it had something to do with seeing you in such a vulnerable state when you thought you were completely alone…

He had seen plenty of his friends in bad moods or had been a shoulder for them to cry on when they were stressed and upset, but he had never seen anyone in real life break apart so uncontrollably the way you had just now; not even Satoru after the death of his parents, if one could even call those two absent shit-stains by the title of parent.

“I don't know.” He whispered. “Maybe she has a significant other back home and they got into a fight or something?”

He saw the darkened look that flashed across Satoru's face and knew immediately that the thought of that prospect didn't settle with him any better than it did with Suguru himself.

“Or someone she knows could have gotten hurt, or even died.” Satoru casually stated, and wondered what it must have said about him that he hoped it was that and not Suguru's option.

This was not what either of them had expected to deal with today, not that anyone could have predicted it, but now that they had witnessed what you obviously must have thought was a moment of extreme vulnerability, their interest was thoroughly piqued and he knew that neither he nor Suguru would be able to walk away and just forget about it so easily.

At the very least, he wanted to know the details of the situation, even if they couldn't do anything about it to help you in the end, because if he didn't, then those mournful cries of yours would follow him for a long time, possibly forever, and he wasn't entirely sure he could stay sane if the burning question of it wasn't answered.

“Come on, let's go home for the rest of the day and figure out what we want to do.” Suguru said, and held his hand out to help his boyfriend rise to his feet. “There's no point in attending any more of our classes today if neither of us will be able to properly concentrate.”

It wasn't until they were almost to the door that something caught Satoru's attention and he had to pause for a moment to thank the heavens for his good fortune, because there was your shattered phone, still laying on the ground where it had originally dropped.

“It must be our lucky day, babe.” He said with a grin, bending down to pick up the device.

“I'm not too surprised, the poor thing was practically catatonic when she left, and a broken phone was probably the last thing on her mind.” Suguru wrapped his arms around Satoru's middle and rested his chin in the crook of his neck to look over his shoulder and watch him gingerly tap at the screen. “Maybe we could use returning it as an excuse to talk to her?” He suggested, but dismissed the idea just as quickly when he realized that would mean needing to explain how they found it and how they knew it was yours.

Satoru nodded his head absentmindedly, already knowing that he and Suguru had likely reached the same conclusion on that option, but he had one that might prove to be a bit more useful to them in the long run, especially as the lock screen lit up and showed both men that it was only the protective cover over the screen that was shattered. The sturdy case and screen protector had spared it from any true damage, and as he stared at the picture you had set of you and what appeared to be your parents at your high school graduation ceremony, he couldn't help but feel that fate was too good a word to describe this opportunity, and it had to mean something so much more.

“Let's stop by a cell-phone store on the way home.” He suggested, before pocketing the device and turning to give his boyfriend a conspiratorial wink and smile. “I have an idea of my own that I think you'll like a whole lot more.”

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Later on that night, Satoru and Suguru found themselves snuggled up together on the couch that faced the large wall of windows in their penthouse apartment that overlooked the Tokyo city skyline.

When the two of them had first graduated high school together nearly four years earlier and started apartment hunting together, they had immediately been sold on this particular property, located in Minato, based solely on the views it provided of the city at night, and naturally, with Satoru being who he was, they ended up with the absolute best the building had to offer, right at the very top on the 45th floor.

It had already come fully furnished at the time they had first moved in, but over the course of their almost four year residency, they had slowly replaced everything with pieces that were more suited to their own tastes and preferences.

That was one thing that he loved so much about Satoru, despite the apartment being in his name and the money from his monthly stipends paying for everything they had, his boyfriend never made him feel less than for not being able to contribute more than his ability to cook and help clean. Satoru always told him that the money was just as much his, and had even gone so far as to get Suguru's name put on the account and debit/credit cards of his very own so he never had to ask for money.

Satoru, for all his childish tendencies and spoiled entitlement, saw the two of them as equal partners in their relationship, and did everything he possibly could to show him that at every opportunity.

But the greatest gift of all, besides just being in his life, had been in the form of his college expenses.

Satoru had always been destined to attend his parents alma mater, the University of Tokyo, but for Suguru, with his poorer background and lack of financial resources, despite his excellent grades and a long list of extracurriculars that had earned him a full scholarship to the elite high school they had both attended, the prestigious university had always felt more like a far off and unattainable dream as he'd sent in his application for it, and half a dozen other more affordable and realistic schools.

Schools that were far enough away that it would have seen him and Satoru separated and likely to break up.

So when, mere days after his parents' funeral, Satoru had expressed a keen desire to pay for his tuition entirely from his own pocket, just to help him achieve his dreams and keep them from being separated, Suguru had known then and there that the white haired young man was the one for him.

It wasn't about the money though, Suguru had never given a single thought to asking his, admittedly very wealthy boyfriend, for financial assistance. It was Satoru's genuine desire to help him and not lose each other that had cemented it in his mind that they were it for one another; that, come hell or high water, he would fight tooth and nail to keep what they had, and Satoru had been more that eager to share the sentiment.

And now, here they were, making what might be one of the biggest decisions of their life together as they scrolled through your now deactivated phone, and seething with rage at what they were learning.

“You're reading the same thing as me, right? I’m not misinterpreting this?” Satoru asked through clenched teeth.

Suguru's mood wasn't much better as he took the phone from his boyfriend's tightening grip to read the translated email more closely.

“No, you're not.”

After leaving campus for the day, the first thing they had done was drive to a small electronics store on the outskirts of the city to have your phone deactivated. And thankfully, with the help of a very hefty bribe, the creep working the shady storefront had been more than happy to ignore the questionable ethics of forcefully disconnecting and resetting the password on a phone that clearly didn't belong to either of the men asking for it to be done, and in less than thirty minutes, the two had been on their merry way back home.

It had been Suguru's idea to run everything on your phone through a translator app so they could try and figure out what was going on with you, and while they both felt a mild sense of guilt over snooping so deeply into your private life, they told themselves it was for your own good, that they were only trying to help.

The translations were by no means perfect, but both men were smart enough to read between the lines and mentally fix whatever errors there were in the process, and while your text messages had been a bust, with most of them being fairly quick and concise, your emails proved to be much more fruitful.

And rage inducing…

Satoru had been right in assuming that whatever had brought on your traumatic breakdown had to do with your family, but if what they were reading had any kind of truth to it, which neither of them were truly doubting, then it was so much worse than just someone you knew and loved dying on you.

The email in question was from your mother and read as followed;

(Y/N), I know this will come as a tremendous shock to you whenever you read this, and I need you to understand that me and your father are not making this decision to be cruel to you, but you are no longer a child, you are a grown woman on her own at college, in another country no less, and I feel like I should be allowed to be honest with you about the changes both our lives are about to take.

I think you are well aware by now that having you was not a choice neither I nor your father made willingly, you were a genuine accident, and while we care about you and want you to succeed more than anything, you are grown now and fully capable of no longer needing us. Me and your father put our dreams and desires on hold and raised you for nineteen years, and now it is time for us to be allowed to live our lives how we see fit. We have already sold the house and all but its most important items, all of your belongings have been packed up and moved to a storage unit that I have provided the number for down below. It has been paid off for the next six months while you decide how and what to do with it, but this is the final assistance we will give you, as we need all the money we can spare to begin our new lives elsewhere.

I know this is going to be very hard for you to understand, but your father and I were free spirits before we had you, travel and adventure was our life, and while we did our due diligence upon having you, I won't lie and say that you were our greatest joy. Having to be tied down to one place for so long in order to give you the stability you required, it killed us a little inside with each year that passed, and now that we are finally free, we feel it is best we no longer keep in contact with you going forward. It will only serve to remind us of a time we no longer want to think about, and it will only give you false hope in the end that things could go back to your perceived version of normal, and that is not fair to any of us.

We will be replacing our phones and numbers at the end of the week, so feel free to call us anytime between now and then if you have anything to say or add.

And please, take care of yourself and live your life to the fullest.

That was where the email ended.

It had been sent less than 24 hours ago, and a quick check of your call log showed them that your parents were indeed the last people you had tried calling, your mother having been the one to finally pick up and respond to your, now understandably, very frantic calls earlier in the storage room.

“What kind of sorry excuse for a mother would do this to their own child?” Satoru asked, his voice as cold and icy as his eyes and hair. “My parents were shit at being parents, and even they would have never done something as cruel and heartless as this.”

Suguru nodded in complete agreement as he reread the words on the screen again for a third time, and had to fight down every urge he had to punch this awful woman's number into his own phone and give her a piece of his mind.

“The only kind of people who could do this with as little remorse as she seems to have, are the kind that should have never been allowed to conceive in the first place.” The dark haired man responded, and draped an arm over his loves shoulders for comfort.

The two sat in silence for a long while after that, slowly processing everything they had learned, and in that time, Satoru had opened up your photo gallery for them to look through, idly scrolling through picture after picture, wanting to understand you further and gain insight into who you were. They started from the oldest ones at the very top, which seemed to date back three years, and while you seemed more interested in taking pictures of other people and the things and places around you, when a photo of yourself did eventually pop up every now and then, it always blindsided then how joyful and happy you seemed, especially in contrast with how they had seen you earlier, so sad and broken.

“So, what do we do now, Suguru?”

Suguru sighed, having known they would eventually have to discuss this.

“I know we were mostly just curious to find out what was the cause of her breakdown earlier, but now that we know the whole story, I don't think I can just leave this situation alone.” He said, and felt Satoru relax beside him, that was enough to tell him that his partner felt the same as him.

“Normally, I'd say that destiny and fate can suck my fat cock, but I don't feel like it was just mere coincidence that led to us being in that storage room with her today, it was definitely something more.” Satoru said, his confidence returning in full force as he stared down at a picture of your bright and smiling face, wishing more than anything that they could see it in person. “So who better to help a poor damsel in distress than the two best equipped guys in the city; we have the money, the means, and the time to show her were on her side.”

“I couldn't have said it better myself.” Suguru chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Now the only question is how do we proceed and make it happen?”

Satoru flashed him that signature too confident grin as he leaned back into his arms and pulled out his own phone.

“Don't worry, I got us covered on that front.” He said, scrolling through his minimal contacts to find the one he needed. “She might not figure it out right away, but our girl isn't going to know what to do with herself once she realizes she's got two knights in shining armor looking out for her.”

I've recently gotten really into JJK and since I'm not really feeling the motivation to write for any of my other fics at the moment, here is the newest idea that is rotting my brain from the inside out.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

And as always, I want to give a BIG thank you to my amazing friend @talpup  for all the brainstorming and encouragement on these stories! I’m sure I would have given up on this blog a while ago if it wasn’t for all of their help. I highly encourage anyone who takes the time to read this to go over to their page or their AO3 account under the same name and check out their works, especially Chaos and Erase The Shadow. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME! And who has also started their own Yandere!Overhaul fic called Crossroads and is set in a 1920′s prohibition style era, it’s amazing and you need to check it out!

#18+ONLY #MINORS DNI #Like Hoarded Gold #yandere!suguru/satoru #fem!reader #yandere!suguru/satoru x fem!reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru #original female character #no curses au #college setting #light stalking #light smut #typical yandere behavior #yandere jjk

[anyachristinaemmanuellajenkins]

Anya + What’s In a Name?

7.05 Selfless // 5.12 Checkpoint // 6.07 Once More, With Feeling // 6.16 Hell's Bells // Wikipedia

#anya said one thing about me is i will collect names & identities & hoard them like a dragon until none of them fit anymore :)) #babygirl behavior <3 #for real though inexhaustible limitless & resurrection when she's been doing nothing but resurrect & redefine herself for 1000+ years LIKE #btvs #btvsedit #anya jenkins #btvs meta #tuserjana #my edits #my meta

[alengmae]

IWYL

It was Penelope. 

Colin realized the truth now that the wool had been pulled away from his blissfully ignorant eyes. There was no one else who could have done it. There was only one person clever enough to orchestrate this madness, though the initial pang of anger made him misconstrue her acumen for deceit.  

He had always been a step behind when it came to Penelope. He could run until all air seeped out of his lungs and he would still be a step behind. His inadequacy often vexed him, though not enough to subdue the surge of pride whenever his wife showed off her mental prowess. But now, after this, he knew it was all by her design. He would never be comfortably astride next to her because he was never meant to catch up to her.  Just as she intended. 

He seethed, latching on to the burgeoning rage within him. The audacity, her unflinching gall to scheme against him, consumed him. The heavy lead in his stomach, present in the entirety of his bereavement, melted and seemed to wash over him. What was once devastation, grief and guilt now turned into fiery spiteful anger. It seeped into his loins, scorching everything inside until he burned without any means of exhaustion.

He once compared Penelope to the sun and the stars that littered the sky, maintaining that the intensity of her warmth could be the envy of celestial bodies. He was not aware how literal it was. Was Icarus not felled when he flew too close? Was he not always meant to be Icarus in this sordid tale? Doomed to burn and doomed to fall. 

“Never again,” his hands shook, unable to contain the emotions surging inside him, as he wrote his response on a parchment, “will she make a mockery out of me,” he vowed. 

Wax dripped haphazardly, sealing the parchment and the message within it: 

Find her.

It was time to bring his wife home. 

#merry chrysler jess #because i promised i'd drop a tidbit #polin blurb #i mean blurb for now #because the chapter takes a lifetime to write #if you know how much i love to hoard wips #which is sane behavior i think #polin

[mokutone]

yamato feels like a stand on the porch kinda guy a go to the airport and watch the planes kinda guy a slaps his hands on his knees and says "well!" when he goes to get up kinda guy

this is literally so true and correct. if yamato existed in the modern day he'd be one of those guys with an app that tells you which planes are flying overhead. sitting with kakashi and gai on all the ninken and a plane goes over and kakashi's like "ok whats this one" because he knows yamatos gonna tell them anyway and yamato's like "great question. i think its a [idfk planes] but we'll see in a moment."

#i think everyone has an uncle that does this #yamswers #uchihasasukeofficial #i think when he has to get the kids to leave somewhere he doesn't just leave it at well bc they will ignore him #he will slap his thighs and say ''well! it's about that time guys.'' #master of social behaviors #i posted this art before but i realize i didnt add the context where it was drawn on an aborted card attempt #i reuse paper constantly. i hoard paper scraps all the time

[rejectshumanity]

*deep breath* alright gang! let’s talk about dio’s childhood trauma, his compulsive need to maintain control through materialism, and how it all manifests in his hoarding tendencies 🙂

( major tw for mentions of childhood abuse, alcoholism, food insecurity, hoarding, and discussions of mental illness )

along with his father’s alcoholism, and the physical and verbal abuse he and his mother suffered at his hands, dio’s early childhood was defined by food insecurity. although his mother tried her best to ensure he was well fed, often skipping meals herself so that he could have something to eat, dario’s excessive drinking and philandering meant that the family was often without money for food. not only that, as dio grew older, he started running away from home to escape the abuse, spending multiple days at a time on the streets. 

as a result, he developed a compulsive habit of hoarding his food, and hiding it to store for later. once he started doing this, he never let himself finish a full meal, no matter how hungry he was at the time — the idea of being without food in light of the very real possibility there wouldn’t be any at home was a source of great anxiety. this habit became so ingrained in dio that for several months following his adoption, he would continue to steal food from the kitchen whenever he got the chance, hiding it in various places throughout the joestar mansion. naturally, he was too prideful to let on that he was doing this; the few times his stashes were discovered, he let jojo take the fall for it.

even then, a lack of food was just one of many contributing factors to dio's feelings of insecurity. when he lived in poverty, he had almost no possessions to call his own, and whatever he did have was liable to vanish. often, he would return home to discover that his cherished collections of novels and penny magazines were gone, sold in his absence for drinking money. sometimes, if dario was on a particularly expensive bender, he would even auction off his son's spare clothes for booze, leaving dio with nothing but the shirt on his back.

dio learned early in his childhood that whatever few possessions he managed to cling onto could be forcibly taken from him at any time, that he can’t trust anyone not to steal from him for their own gain, and that he must always be prepared to fight tooth and nail to prevent this from happening. 

consider this scene from phantom blood. when dio first arrives at the joestar mansion, he reacts instinctively — violently —when jonathan attempts to carry his bag.

now, you could interpret this scene as just another instance of dio being shitty to jojo as a part of his master plan to bully him into submission, and i wouldn't necessarily disagree. but given how impoverished his childhood was, how little possessions he had, and how insecure and tenuous his hold on those few possessions was, this moment in particular really does come across as a trauma reaction to me. it's evident in the way he appears so alarmed when jonathan reaches for his bag, and how immediately and viciously he lashes out without a second's hesitation. i have no doubt too that he’s had to fend off street thieves in the past, and likely did so with a similar maneuver.

( i think it's also worth mentioning that with this interpretation, this moment becomes one of the earliest incidents in which we see dio's mask visibly slip, followed by his furtive efforts to save face. even considering his desire to be cruel to jojo, he acts entirely on impulse here. i'm particularly fascinated by the way he mentions wanting a servant to carry his bag like it's an afterthought, and how quickly he composes himself again after his violent outburst. )

it's not until we get to stardust crusaders though, that this aspect of DIO's trauma visibly manifests in a severe hoarding problem. by this point, the state of DIO's home has become both a reflection of his current state of mind, and a long established pattern of sickness stemming from his childhood experiences. the lack of security he felt as a child in regard to his possessions never really went away. once he has the power and the capital to do so, he spends a significant amount of time seeking out rare and valuable items in the pursuit of luxury, attempting to affirm his delusions through the power of his wealth while failing to see his hoarding for the mental health problem that it clearly is.

he is aware, at least on a subconscious level, that his piles of miscellaneous treasure are unsightly. the mansion’s foyer is kept relatively clear of clutter for the sake of appearances, but the deeper into the house you get, the more objects there are to step over. he’s filled multiple rooms with piles upon piles of gold and jewels, paintings and sculptures, luxury clothing, weapons and artifacts, rare instruments, expensive wine, books and books and more books; but he doesn't take the time to organize or arrange anything. his piles of possessions are interspersed with the occasional dead bodies of his leftovers, lost amid his vast hoard and overlooked by whoever's on housekeeping duty. it's the perfect visual representation of DIO's dangerous appetites, and ultimately, his emptiness as a person. none of this painstakingly acquired treasure was ever meant for display, or to impress anyone. it's as visually chaotic as it is profoundly disturbing; as hollow and meaningless and destructive as DIO's pursuits.

quite honestly, DIO doesn’t even remember acquiring most of his hoard, and he stopped keeping an inventory of it all long ago. he is even willing to acknowledge that his obsession with wealth and power doesn’t actually bring him happiness. of course, that's not to say he would be willing to give any of it up. simply put, he must have it all. regardless of any fleeting moments of self awareness, the hoarding remains a fixation — a reflection of his insatiable desire to acquire more, and more, and more, despite knowing deep down that he can never truly be satisfied. 

last but not least, i headcanon that in addition to hoarding objects, DIO collects interesting people. naturally, he favors stand users and others with special abilities for their usefulness to his cause. there are a rare few he keeps around purely for their company, although for most of them, i wouldn't consider it friendship. a better equivalence would be a cat who spares a mouse, so it can play with its food instead.

#// most of this meta is headcanon based - but i consider it all very important to my portrayal #// that’s not to say i pin all of his bad behavior on his hoarding or his childhood trauma #// but his actions go far beyond being evil and greedy and obsessed with control just for the sake of it #// there are so many layers to his madness. this is just one aspect of it #// headcanons. #// ch study. #// verse i. childhood #// verse ii. dio the invader #// verse iv. behold the world #abuse tw // #alcoholism tw // #food mention //

[rohirric-hunter]

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#ooooooooooh #i just figured out what the FUCK some people on the forums are always talking about #and also how there are always people fully kitted out in endgame gear like a week after new raids drop #when they hit ember cap they buy a bunch of adventurers gear boxes and hoard them #and then the second they need new gear they buy it all up and then open the adventurers boxes and melt the gear for more embers #that is. hmmm. that is something. #this is not very nice to say but. unwell behavior #i think i may have just fully been cured of the desire to raid. like in general

[captaincleverusernamehere]

happy My Party Killed A Big Boss By Hitting Him With An Exploding Helicopter day!

This will become an annual event as it has topped my previous favorite way of a party killing a boss (though this one was the bbeg): stunning him and pushing him down a slide of frozen water, then curling (like the sport) him into Tiamat’s open mouth.

#idk why anyone would ever avoid DMing. getting to encourage behavior like this????? it’s the most rewarding feeling in the world hfdgjfgdj #dnd #waffle texas failures #hoard of the dragon queen #dungeons and dragons #dnd dm #dnd campaign #d&d

[taketwoinink]

when I began: "the time is 8:40 PM, and I am going to slay some drafts"

Where I am ending for now: and the time is now nearing midnight

some drafts were slain

#Ink's Hoarding Problem #it is progress! #I will conquer the hoard #I will! #but first I'm gonna sleep #but good job to me! #I will consider this productive behavior and end today on a good note #may more slaying occur in the morning

[temporarilyunspokensneezes]

TMI + sexual cw:

Hi my toxic trait is that I chronically stay up too late searching for and consuming snz content while jacking off 😔

#my post #snz #snz kink #nsft #will i stop this pattern of behavior? #absolutely not #i hoard all the content and make folders to bookmark them to and sift thru later to pic out favs to save #the problem is when im already in a mood it makes my standards extremely low 😂 #so ill look at something later and be like “damn its not even doing anything for me” despite nutting to it the night before #but fr its past 1am and i should've been asleep an hour ago

[echo-goes-mmm]

Hoarding Behavior #5

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Warnings: dehumanization

Noct sat behind him, brushing his hair and purring. It was nice. He liked the gentle attention, and his hands were warm and careful.

“Pretty thing,” he murmured, “I should let your hair grow. I could braid it into patterns and weave gold into it.”

River wasn’t sure if he was actually speaking to him, but the compliment made his chest flutter. No one had ever talked about him like that before.

A claw-tipped finger traced over the skin of his shoulder. Master had dressed him in a silken off-the-shoulder shirt, in a beautiful ruby color. 

“Your freckles are like bronze,” he sighed. He tilted River’s head with a gentle hand. He studied River, staring into his eyes. A pleased smile graced Master’s face. 

“Precious emeralds set in bronze,” he said, “my little gem. So perfect.”

“Thank you, Master.” Noct’s tail swished with happiness. He hummed as he finished brushing his hair.

River knew he was just another object to Noct. And he was okay with it. After all, outside he was just another slave. There wasn’t much of a difference.

After, he watched Master polish the various silver items he had hoarded. Finally, a task he could do.

“Can I help?” Noct looked up from the vase. 

“You might get polish on your hands.”

“I can clean them later. Please, Master?” he pleaded. He was just so bored.

“I suppose you may.” 

River grabbed a silver cup and began to work it over. They sat together for a while, and River eyed how thorough and careful Master was. He was completely focused on the piece in his hands, almost lovingly polishing the vase. 

“Why are you so intrigued by polishing?” asked Master after a few minutes of silence.

“I-” would Noct punish him for complaining? “I need something to do. It’s hard to pass the time.”

“I see.” 

“I used to cook and clean the whole day away for my other masters,” explained River, “and here, you don’t need me to.”

Master hummed in acknowledgement. “I have many books you may enjoy. I will allow that.”

“I can’t read.”

“A pity.”

Master sighed. “I clean my own things. I cannot allow you to handle them without me.” Noct finished the vase, standing to put it in its proper place. 

“I’m really sorry about the statue,” said River, “I won’t break anything again. I’m more used to the chain, now.” Noct sat down again and picked up a candlestick. 

“It is not about the statue. I have already punished you, there is no use lingering on it. It is simple a fact of my nature. I maintain my own hoard, and that is all. Others may not.”

River thought it over. “But I’m doing it right now?”

“I am trying not to think about it,” Master said, tightly. River was pushing his luck. 

River set the polished cup aside, moving on to a platter. Master plucked the cup from the nest, eyeing it. It must be satisfactory, because he stood to put it away.

He thought about the bath. Noct still didn’t let him get clean on his own, insisting on washing his hair and body for him. Was that “maintenance” to Master?

“Am I part of your hoard?”

“Of course, my treasure. Have I not made it clear?” Noct shook his head, amused.

“Then… why do I count as ‘other’? Can’t I help?” Master huffed.

“It is hard to explain. I… suppose you may touch and move pieces of my hoard. Organize, perhaps.”

“Like the jewelry you keep meaning to display?” He thought of the rings that got caught in Master’s claws.

“Yes. Like that. A fine idea. Will that keep you busy for now?”

“I guess,” he shrugged. 

“Hm. What would help you?” asked Master, “You are mine, so I must know.”

“A clock,” he said immediately. “I never know what time it is in here.”

“Very well.”

“And… some puzzles?” Noct made a sound of curiosity.

“Um, like jigsaw puzzles. They come in a box with hundreds or thousands of pieces and you have to fit them together into a picture.”

“Interesting. Yes, I will get you puzzles. I may take up a collection. I enjoy art, but the curved walls make it difficult to hang paintings. These... puzzle pictures may be a satisfying compromise.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Noct reached out and patted his head affectionately. “You are so pretty and good for me, how could I say no?” 

___________________

The clock was just as gorgeous as the rest of Master’s furniture. A beautiful grandfather clock, it rang the hour and half hour with pretty bells and chimes. 

Master had acquired ring holders, earring displays, and glass cases. The cases were for his most opulent pieces, like his diamond encrusted necklaces and assortment of actual crowns and tiaras.

River decided he wouldn’t ask where those came from.

Master asked that he sort them by gem and then by metal, and River was glad to do it. It was satisfying in its own way, and the hum of appreciation and murmurs of ‘good boy’ made him blush.

He never got thanked for his work before. Master ruffled his hair when he passed by, and scooped up the finished cases to put them on dedicated shelves.

The gems glittered from across the room, bathing the entire section in tiny rainbows when the lantern light was right. It was so pretty.

And Master had been taking such good care of him. The same kind of loving affection he extended to all of his hoard.

Outside, he was just another slave. In here, he was Master’s precious gem. His treasure. River was his, and that meant something. 

taglist: @paintedpigeon1

#getting a lil Stockholm syndrome-y there river #my writing #whump #hoarding behavior #captivity whump #slavery whump #carewhumper #possessive whumper

[little-chaos-arts]

I'm currently in the Underdark and collecting all the gems and mushrooms I can find, having the time of my life!

For my Tav it's also theoretically a trip 'home' so it's really interesting to play ...

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 oc #bg3 #bg3 tav #hoarding all the gems and mushrooms #magpie and/or hoarder behavior

[highandhyphae]

I dont see hoarding as a theme explored in poetry or other forms of short writing much at all which is a shame because there is so much to talk about and feel there

#send me poems boy #hoarding #like. it is a very common behavior with SO much depth behind it and often so much love and tragedy #but u only ever hear about it as like “ew gross”

[taptrial2]

offered to help my mom tidy up, how bad could it be?

I AM DRIPPING SWEAT AND I NEVER DRIP SWEAT

#exoticbutterstxt #THEY WERENT LYING THOSE HOARDING CAN BEHAVIORS

[thebaffledcaptain]

last minute packing so you know what that means

yeah yeah, the 18th century box, we’ve all seen it

#normal person behavior #I never took my oak leaf out of my hat after monmouth and I don’t have it in me to throw it out #next event I will find a new one but not until then #((has reenactor-typical hoarding tendencies)) #this is your captain speaking