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Like a Fly caught in a Spider's Web: Suguru Geto x Reader: Chapter 8

Taaaah duhhhhh

Upon seeing the temple, you flinch back before looking at your mother.

“Um?”

Your mother looks at you and smiles. Ever since the day before, she had been cheerful, claiming that Geto had healed her from the aching pains she was experiencing. She was certain that if you both went to his temple, he would be able to help you as well.

“I don’t know if this is going to be a great idea, Mom,” you told her.

Your mother shakes her head as she places a hand on the small of your back, ushering you forward. “Nonsense, Y/n. Don’t be shy. Geto is truly kind. He will help you.”

You couldn’t help but frown. You knew the real Geto and knew that he was far from kind to people like you and your mother, who lacked a certain standard.

You turn your head to the sounds of whispering and recognize Nanako’s head peeking out from the side of a distant temple corner, along with another little girl.

Perhaps Nanako is a twin… On second thought, comparing both their facial features, you conclude they must be.

Once the girls realize you’re looking at them, they quickly hide, their whispering disappearing. Your mother, who caught sight of them, softly chuckles.

“I remember when you were that little,” she says, nostalgia lacing her voice as she looks up at the sky.

You smile in response but turn your attention to the entrance as Geto walks toward you both with his hands crossed against his chest.

“Welcome to my temple,” he says, outreaching his arms.

Your mother looks around in awe, while your eyes meet Geto's. You can see the flare in his gaze as your eyes lock, but he says nothing when your mother looks at him. In fact, when she does, he smiles cheekily. You can’t help the sneer that forms on your face, recognizing that, like you, Geto views your mother poorly. However, instead of delivering the harsh treatment he gave you, he opts to treat your mother caringly which you couldn't really get mad about.

“I’m glad to see that you came after all,” Geto says as he offers your mother his arm.

She chuckles as she accepts. “We are glad that you invited us, aren’t we, Y/n?” she asks, nudging you to reply.

“We thank you for inviting us,” you reply coldly, earning a scolding look from your mother.

Geto’s smile grows, he turns to face your mother. “You have a lovely daughter, M/n,” he comments to your mother, who beams.

“I make good-looking kids, don’t I?” she laughs.

Geto laughs as well. “Well, I can’t disagree, now can I?” he replies, humoring her. He looks over at you as you follow at your mother’s side toward the temple. “There is much that I would just love to show you… both,” Geto says as he moves to the middle of you and your mother, much to your displeasure.

“This here is our lovely lobby area, nothing interesting, just a regular place to lounge,” Geto says dismissively.

You and your mother look around. Most of the structure was wooden, allowing for a nice brown color that was complemented by white tiling. Off to your right was a front desk, where a lone woman sat at a computer. In front of the desk was a fountain centerpiece made of beachy tan stone, engraved with a vine pattern. The sound of the flowing water was one of the few noises in the lobby. A few feet away was a stone fireplace, which was off, and behind it was a seating area. Curiously, you looked at the furniture, seeing that it was mostly made of light fall orange chenille fabric. There were two sofas facing each other with a long black coffee table in between. Two armchairs were off to the side, each with a circular end table. At the ends of the sofas were another pair of circular end tables with lamps on them.

“Are you enjoying the look of our furniture?” Geto asked, placing a hand on the small of your back, causing you to turn to him.

“Yeah, you have a nice setup, I suppose,” you respond, glancing toward the glass partition wall that led to a forested courtyard.

“Ah, our courtyard,” Geto says as he races over, grabbing the handles of the two glass doors and opening them wide without care. “Follow me,” he says, looking back at you and your mother.

Your mother is the first to go outside. She walks the gravel path to a circular table and outdoor chairs.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Geto asks you as your mother walks around, taking in the scenery.

“Imagine being able to call this place your home,” Geto says, then smiles as he turns to face the courtyard once more. “That’s not a mere imagination for me or my dear family here.” he nudges your shoulder with his own.

Geto continues walking, glancing back at you, clearly expecting you to follow. “Miss M/n, will you be joining us or sunbathing?” Geto teases your mother, who sits in a chair in front of the sun.

“I’ll be joining,” your mother says as she gets up. “Though I don't mind sunbathing here, you know,” she adds with a smile.

Geto chuckles. “Very well then.” He opens another door, leading to another part of the temple where some people are moving around. “This is some of my family,” he says with a smile, then turns right, walking down a hall opposite of where everyone else is going.

“And this is our library,” Geto says, gesturing to the doors in front of you.

Geto leans close to your ear, causing a small shiver from his closeness. “They’re French-styled, how exotic, hmm?” He slides open the doors, and your mother walks in.

“This is an impressive place you have here, Geto,” your mother says. “Truly.”

You look around at the plethora of books on the shelves. “What a fine library,” you remark.

Geto places his arm around you, his hand resting on your upper arm as he guides you and your mother around. “This is a part of my temple, reserved for those who like peace and quiet,” he says.

You notice some people sitting at the tables, reading or writing, while others rest on armchairs and couches instead.

“M/n, are you a fan of reading?” Geto asks your mother.

She nods. “I am. It’s something I do before bed.”

“Oh, how wonderful, I do the same as well!” Geto says. He looks at you. “And do you?”

“I read sometimes, if there’s nothing else to do,” you reply, your eyes drifting away from him.

Geto's hands trail to your shoulder as he guides you and your mother out of the library. “Now let’s get down to business, folks,” he says, his smile growing. “Right, Y/n?” he asks, pressing you into his side to coax a response.

“Right,” you respond, as your mother chuckles behind you.

“Your lovely mother here told me that you’ve been experiencing some troubling things,” Geto says, frowning as you give him a deadpan look. His frown shifts into his signature smile. “Hmm, I wonder why?” you respond sarcastically, making Geto’s smile twitch in irritation.

“I pride myself on my natural abilities to aid others,” Geto says. “And it seems that you, my dear, need my aid.” You keep your gaze forward as Geto turns a corner, heading toward another room. The doors are wooden, sliding open easily. On each side of the door stands a fiddle leaf fig tree in a tall white-and-gold vase. Geto uses his other hand to slide open a door and enters. Your mother takes the liberty of closing it.

Geto drops his hand from your shoulder and stands before you both.

He raises his hand to his mouth. “Ahem,” he clears his throat, then snaps his fingers as two servants enter the room.

“Yes, Geto-sama?” they ask.

“Some tea for me and my guests, please,” he says, smiling back at them.

“Right away,” they reply, bowing and exiting.

Geto stands for a moment, but as a servant returns to place cushions down, Geto kneels in position. You and your mother follow suit, and another servant places a table in front of you with tea.

“All this for us?” your mother asks, looking at the tea set. “What for?”

Geto chuckles, his hands resting on his thighs as he looks to your mother. “Like I said before, when we met at the store, M/n, I am the leader of this organization. Our main goal is to help the less fortunate,” he says, placing a tea cup on a small dish in front of you and your mother. He raises the teapot by its handle.

“This natural gift is to be used—” Geto pauses as he pours your mother some tea. “And I choose to use it to aid others.”

He moves on to pouring you some tea. His violet eyes lock onto yours as he pours himself some tea and sets the pot down on the service tray in the middle of the table. You meet his gaze for a brief moment before looking down at your tea cup. Raising it to your lips, you take a sip of the hot tea. The tea cup makes a soft clink sound as you place it back on the small dish. Geto, having mirrored you, places his tea cup down a couple of seconds later.

You glance at your mother, who is already looking at you with a smile. She raises her tea cup to her lips and takes a sip. Once she places her cup down, Geto begins speaking again.

“My, M/n, you’ve raised a spectacular woman,” he compliments.

Your mother’s smile grows. “She’s always been that way since a young girl.”

You look away unsure of what to make of the sudden compliment.

Geto smiles, letting out a soft chuckle. “I am pleased to have such lovely women in my presence today.” His eyes linger on you as you brush your hair from your face and place your hand back in your lap.

Geto hums as he raises his tea cup for another sip. His lips, a lovely shade of reddish-pink, are naturally full—not too big, not too small. His skin is smooth, his jawline strong, and his cheekbones high. He has thin, arched brows that suit him well. His slender nose and long, dark eyelashes give him an almost ethereal appearance when his eyes are closed. He is well-groomed, with nothing out of place—a beautiful man.

So beautiful, it’s almost intimidating.

Geto sets his tea cup down as you look away. Are men even supposed to have such nice eyelashes? you wonder, taking another sip of tea. You feel his eyes on you.

You set down your tea cup just as your mother turns to Geto. “About yesterday,” she says.

Geto hums in response.

“I was wondering if you would be able to do what you did for me, for my daughter… to help her,” she says, her voice soft.

Geto nods, acknowledging her request. “Are you always this caring?” he asks your mother with a smile, then glances at you. “I noticed there were a lot of things hanging off of you,” Geto says, locking eyes with you. “I could help with that.”

He rises from his kneeling position and brushes his hair from his shoulder. You follow suit.

“Come with me, Y/n,” he requests, opening the sliding door off to the side of the room. You enter, and he follows, closing the door behind him.

“We’re alone now, and my offer's still available,” he murmurs, his voice close to your ear as he leans toward your shoulder. His breath is hot against the side of your neck, sending a subtle shiver down your spine. You glance around the room, noting the dark carpet and the cushions scattered about. Vases and nature-themed paintings, mostly of lakes, mountains, and skies, decorate the walls. Geto remains silent, the only sign of his presence being the soft breathing you feel against your neck. His eyes linger on the soft skin of your neck and the lines of your collarbone.

You gulp as your cheeks flush. “Your offer’s still up?” you ask in a whisper.

Another subtle shiver runs through you as you feel his nose brush against the side of your neck. The heat of your flushed face and his close presence makes the air feel thick. You suck in a breath.

“You haven’t found a replacement yet?” you ask.

“I haven’t,” he replies, furrowing his brows. “Now, as for your curse problem…”

“What are they?” you ask.

“They are beings that leak off people like you from negative emotions carried over a long period of time, that's all you really need to know really being an Monkey and all it wouldn't do any good to teach you basics of Jujutsu” Geto explains, his eyes wandering to your lips.

“Monkey, seriously?” you snap.

“Yes,” he responds coldly. “Your kind makes me sick with how weak you are. You rely on us for help, but you don’t appreciate the lives of my comrades, who are taken for your sakes. You’re all selfish and needy.” He steps closer his chest pressing further against your back, his voice dripping with disdain. “Your existence, and the existences of others like you, are hindering us. They’re holding us back. As long as cursed spirits exist, my comrades die. We’re at the bottom, and that is sickening because we are the superior ones who should stand at the top.”

His eyes narrow, and a smile creeps onto his face. “I want to eradicate cursed spirits, for my comrades,” he says. “But to do that, we have to get rid of the source, the overpopulated source.”

You turn around ready to step aside from him and leave, but Geto grabs your hand and pulls you toward him. “You,” he says.

You place your hand on his chest and try to shove him away, but he wraps his arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides in a bear hug.

Hearing the sound of a struggle, your mother stands and heads toward the sliding door. Sensing her approach, Suguru tightens his grip on you as you continue to struggle. Your hands push at his waist, but they remain pinned.

“Stop struggling,” he whispers harshly.

Your mother’s hand settles on the door. “Stop struggling, or I’ll kill her upon sight,” Geto threatens.

Immediately, you stop moving.

Geto nuzzles his face into the side of your neck as you glance at your mother, who recoils at the sight.

“Oh, um… getting friendly, huh?” she says with an awkward chuckle.

“I apologize, M/n,” Geto says, releasing you but trailing his hands down to your wrists. His thumb caresses your skin. “We were doing some talk therapy and she simply got too emotional,” he chuckles.

You smile at your mother and nod, chuckling as well as you allow your hands to rub against Geto's back hoping to convince your mother of his story .

Your mother looks at you once more. “I got emotional from telling him everything that’s been going on lately,” you say, looking down. “It’s just been hard,” you admit, your lips trembling.

From the corner of your eye, you see Geto turn his head toward you.

“Why don’t you go back and enjoy some tea?” you suggest to your mother.

She furrows her brows. “Are you sure?”

You immediately nod and, hesitantly but confidently, lean your head under Geto’s chin.

“I am,” you confirm.

Your mother nods, her gaze drifting to the doorframe. “I see,” she says. Without another word, she closes the sliding door.

Once the door is shut, you try to create distance, but Geto reacts faster, tightening his hold on you.

“I’ll allow you to leave here without being cursed,” he whispers against your ear as you squirm.

“Stop squirming,” he hisses.

You freeze. Geto pauses, not liking how his body hummed with satisfaction at the feel of yours pressed against his.

“But you need to agree to something first,” he says, leaning back to look at your face. His eyes roam over your features. “You need to stay here with me.”

You shake your head. “I don’t want to.”

He sighs. “It’s not about what you want. It’s about what you need to do.” His hand rests on your cheek. “Listen to me, and don’t speak until I’m finished.”

You nod, and his thumb caresses your cheek as he feels you shiver.

“I am a being capable of many things—things you and your mother have already experienced, such as the voices, sightings, and smell.” Your eyes widen.

“Come on, silly,” he grins. “Can’t you put two and two together?”

“I hate to tell you this, but I am a determined man. I won’t stop until I get what I want,” he continues. “I will curse you with plenty of cursed spirits. But it won’t just be you; it will also be your mother.”

You gulp as your lip wobbles.

He rubs your cheek with his thumb before removing his hand. He exorcises and calls back all the cursed spirits he placed on you, stuffing the orbs into his sleeve, except for one.

Stepping back, he lets you see the orb, then he swallows it making a show of his ability.

“You are freed,” he says. “But I will allow you to go home tonight, so make your decision wisely.”

He begins walking toward another door. “Oh, and,” he turns to face you once more, “straighten up before you go back to your mother, hm?” He chuckles. “I don’t want to have to come up with an excuse for your trembling.” Then he walks away.

It takes a few moments to compose yourself before you re-enter the room where your mother was.

“Geto really is something, Mom,” you say with a smile.

She stands and smiles back. “He is.”

“Come on now,” your mother says, placing her arm around you as you both walk the halls. “You and Geto were getting cozy back there, weren’t you?” she whispers teasingly.

You shake your head. “That was nothing, Mom.”

She shakes her head. “If you say so,” she responds, before smiling. “I approve,” she whispers.

You laugh. “Yikes,” you reply.

As you leave the temple, Geto meets you both at the gate.

“Ah, Y/n,” he says, looking at you. “And M/n.” He smiles at your mother, who smiles back. “I enjoyed both your presences today. But since it’s getting late…” He opens the gate. “It seems it would be best to let you lovely folks head on home.”

Your mother nods and smiles. “Thank you, Geto,” she says, patting his shoulders.

Geto flashes his signature smile. “You’re welcome,” he responds his hands giving your mother's shoulders a firm gentle squeeze before he places them back at his side.

“Come on, Y/n,” your mother says. “We best be on our way so Geto can rest.”

You follow behind her, but Geto places a hand on your shoulder. “Remember,” he leans in, whispering.

You merely nod, acknowledging what he said, before continuing on your way, unaware of the higher-tier cursed spirit he had placed upon you.

WRITER'S NOTES: This is where the story is truly about to kick off

Also I apologize if this story may be a little bit more dark than you thought it would be, I didn't really attend to have this be as dark as it may be already but then again we are dealing with a Suguru Geto x Non sorcerer reader fic and as we all know Suguru don't be liking them monkayyyys lmaooo also I kinda realized that with every interaction reader and Suguru have he is touching them in any way and honestly the way I am gonna explain it in my head is

He doesn't respect reader as a "Monkey" enough to enforce/support boundaries, if he wants to touch you, he gonna touch you now if you were a Sorcerer that would be a whole different can of worms right there

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Like a Fly caught in a Spider's Web: Suguru Geto x Reader: Chapter 7

Enjoy!

That night, after you ended the call with Geto, your body immediately took a hit, and you started to feel weighed down. You rubbed your shoulder as you answered a call from your mother.

"Hey, Mom," you said, smiling as you placed your phone on the counter and continued cooking.

"Hey," she replied. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Making some dinner. What about you?"

"I went to the doctor today," she told you as you stirred the pot of soup.

"And what did they say?" you asked.

She paused for a moment, then sighed. "I'm not doing well. The doctors aren’t helping me at all. All they’re saying is it’s just stress because they can’t find anything wrong with me."

You nodded. "Your body’s still aching, huh?"

"Yes, except now I’ve been experiencing something..." She sighed. "I don’t know..."

You glanced at your phone, looking at her profile picture. "Come on, you can tell me, Mom," you encouraged.

"I’ve... I’ve been seeing things," she admitted, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You’ve seen some things?" you asked.

"Nothing clear, just things quickly zooming from the corner of my eyes," she explained. "I think I’m going to look elsewhere."

You raised a brow. "Elsewhere? Like looking for a second doctor's opinion?"

"Yeah, you could say that," she said with a chuckle. "I’ll be fine though, so don’t worry, alright?"

You smiled. "I’ll try not to, but if I’m honest, I’ve also been having this aching feeling since last night, like something is weighing on my shoulders," you confessed.

"Yes," your mother said. "That’s exactly how I’ve been feeling lately." She paused. "Trust me, Y/n, I will help you find a way to get this weight off us."

"I love you, Mom," you said with a smile.

"I love you too," your mother replied. She hesitated before asking, "Are you also seeing things?"

You fell silent, confirming her suspicion. "You’re seeing things?" she asked, the shock evident in her voice.

"No, I’m not seeing anything," you lied.

Your mother didn’t believe you. "Are you sure you're not seeing things?"

"No, Mom, I’m not seeing things... I’m feeling things," you admitted in a small voice.

"So, you're feeling things?" she pressed.

"Like what?"

"Like feeling watched. I do hear things—like scraping and buzzing. And," you sighed, "I have heard voices."

Your mother’s breath hitched at the revelation. "Y/n... this isn’t good for either of us," she said. "We have to do something."

"I know, Mom, but I just don’t know what to do," you responded.

"Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out," your mother assured you. "Make sure to take care of yourself, Mom," you reminded her.

"You should take care of yourself as well, Y/n. I’m going to find a solution to make us feel better," she promised.

"Don’t pressure yourself, Mom."

Your mother laughed. "I won’t."

You smiled. After exchanging farewells, you ended the call and filled your bowl with soup for dinner.

How could we help ourselves? you wondered.

Meanwhile, your mother ran a hand through her hair and turned her head. "Another figure," she mumbled after seeing something zoom past from the corner of her eye. Day after day, the lights in her house flickered so much that she changed the bulbs, but that never fixed the issue. She even paid for someone to check the electrical wiring in the house, but the electrician found nothing wrong.

Your mother gathered her salt-and-pepper hair into a bun, applied some light makeup, grabbed her keys and purse, and headed to her car. On the way, she checked her mailbox and found a card.

"The Ascendant Star Order?" she read aloud, raising a brow. "The hell is this mess?" She placed the card in her purse and drove to the grocery store.

Once inside the store, she pulled out her notepad and began shopping. As she gathered groceries, she accidentally dropped her purse.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed, bending down.

"Oh dear, here, let me help you," a voice said. Your mother looked up to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with long, jet-black hair tied half up, half down. He had striking violet eyes.

"Oh, thank you for your help," she said.

He smiled and chuckled. "Yeah, no problem."

Your mother gathered her belongings—her lipstick, papers, and gum—with his help, and they both stood up.

"And here," he said, holding out the Ascendant Star Order card. "You also have this."

Your mother shook her head. "Oh, I don’t really need that," she chuckled.

He smiled again. "Well, you know what?" he asked, looking down at the card. "This card is from my organization."

"Oh my, I apologize, but I don’t think I need—"

He interrupted, "My name is Suguru Geto. I’m the leader of this group, and our main goal is to aid others."

"Aid others, you say?" she asked.

"Yes," Geto nodded.

"I’m M/n," your mother introduced herself, tilting her head slightly.

Geto nodded again. "Yes, I’m here to aid others."

Your mother interjected, "I’m not looking for spiritual help. I’m sorry, but goodbye, Geto, and thank you for your help." She turned to push her shopping cart again.

"The weight on your shoulders," Geto called after her, "so heavy it’s as if someone is dragging you down."

Your mother paused.

"Figures zoom past the corners of your eyes, making you think you’re imagining things," he continued.

She turned to face him. "How do you—?"

"I know a lot," Geto said. "I’m not merely some preacher. I’m someone who leads others to peace." He smiled warmly. "I do wish to help you, or help other people as well."

Your mother looked at her cart. "It’s probably just stress."

She didn’t catch the flash of irritation in Geto’s eyes as he thought, Now I know where Y/n gets her stubbornness from.

"Well, I’d still like you to have this card," he said, walking to her side. "I want you to have a choice. And while you think you don’t need my help, I want to be there just in case—as an option."

He angled the card toward her, and your mother took it.

"Thank you, Geto," she said, smiling as she placed the card in her purse.

"Groceries are so mundane, right?" Geto said lightheartedly.

"They are. I just hate them," your mother responded as she looked at her list.

"Hm? So you’re getting some potatoes, tomatoes, and cucumbers?" Geto glanced at the list. "A health nut, huh?"

Your mother chuckled. "I try to be," she teased.

Geto chuckled too, walking down the aisle. He grabbed a sack of potatoes, tomatoes, and four cucumbers, placing them in a clear bag.

"Are you needing four cucumbers, M/n?" Geto asked.

Your mother nodded. "I am."

Geto walked to the cart and placed the vegetables in it, then returned to her side.

He slipped his hands into his sleeves as they continued talking. "You’re not bad, M/n," Geto said with a smile.

Your mother laughed. "You know what? You aren’t bad yourself."

Geto nodded. "Now, M/n, I hope you truly consider coming to me for aid. I can assure you we can help you. In fact," he paused, placing a hand on her shoulder, "I’ll help you with that aching you’ve been dealing with."

As he removed his hand, he exorcized the cursed spirit causing the ache, hiding the cursed orb in his sleeve. Your mother immediately rotated her shoulders and stood straighter.

"Oh my," she said with a smile, looking him up and down. "What? How?"

Geto interjected, "How did I make it go away?" He chuckled. "Well, I’m a natural healer. I’m capable of doing a variety of things, much to the amazement of others. These natural talents are something I’ve always been able to perform."

He continued walking with your mother.

"Here, Geto, I have a daughter," your mother said, turning toward him.

"A daughter?" Geto raised a brow, knowing exactly who she was referring to.

"Her name is Y/n, and she’s been dealing with some hard things," your mother explained. "She’s been hearing things, feeling things, and, well," she shook her head, "it’s gotten so bad that one night she came and stayed with me."

Geto nodded sympathetically, fighting back a smile. "I see. That is very concerning."

"My daughter has been dealing with these aching feelings," she continued. "I’m sure you could help her with that, right?"

"Of course I could help her," Geto replied. "All I would need is for her to come to my temple. The address is on the back of the card."

Your mother fished the card from her purse and turned it over, revealing the address.

"Go there with your daughter in the evening, and I’ll be there to help her," Geto said with a smile.

Your mother smiled back and thanked him. "I will pass this along to my daughter."

Geto’s smile faltered momentarily, but he quickly regained it. "Hm, well, if your daughter is anything like you, I’d recommend just bringing her over before she can turn down the invite—if you know what I mean."

Your mother thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, you’re right. I’m sure my daughter would be skeptical, just like I was at first."

"Whatever you choose, I’ll be waiting patiently," Geto said as he walked away.

"Goodbye, Geto," your mother called out.

Geto waved but didn’t turn back. Your mother looked at the address on the card before placing it in her purse and heading to her car to unload the groceries.

Meanwhile, Manami frowned as she watched your mother. She joined Geto as he walked.

"Why would you be so quick to help a monkey, and without charge?" Manami asked.

Geto chuckled. "I’m not helping a monkey without charge." He glanced at her. "You see, that monkey’s daughter is who I want—Y/n." His voice dripped with disdain as your image popped into his mind. "If I get close to her mother, I’ll get close to her."

He crossed his arms. "Eventually, they’ll both be under my thumb, doing whatever I say like good monkeys." He paused. "Money and doing things that are too unsavory for my people to handle—that’s all that lowly creatures who lack Jujutsu are good for, to even have a little purpose in this world."

Manami followed him as they returned to the temple. People bowed as Geto passed and ascended the stairs. He took out the cursed orb and swallowed it, shivering at its putrid taste before smiling.

"I won’t allow myself to forget the insult of having that monkey in our presence that day, for as long as I live in this world," Geto declared as Manami smiled, following after him.

WRITER'S NOTE: looks like Geto's aiming to play the long game

we gonna be meeting Geto face to face for the third time next chapter fr fr

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Like a Fly caught in a Spider's Web: Suguru Geto x Reader: Chapter 6

He's something else

With a heavy sigh, you open the door to your apartment and walk in. You sit down on your couch and try to relax, sinking your body into the cushions, but your eyes trail to the scrape marks now permanently scratched into your floors.

"There goes my deposit," you mumble, brushing some hairs from your face. The Ascendant Star Order card weighs heavily in your pocket, and part of you dreads even thinking about calling the number on it. But your mind keeps going back to Geto's words about your mother and you.

"Look at me," he had said. You turned your gaze up, meeting his eyes head-on.

"How's your mother doing?" he asked, sending a chill down your spine.

"What?"

His eyes flashed with a hint of irritation. "Your mother," he repeated. "How is she doing? Is she still dealing with that ache in her shoulder? Or has it manifested elsewhere by now?"

He shook his head. "What a horrible daughter," he said, not giving you a chance to speak. "She opened her home to you in the middle of the night, and here you are, returning that favor by doing what?"

You had begun thinking, but Geto continued, "By doing nothing." He tapped his finger against your nose three times, making you meet his eyes again. "You can't even text your mother a simple 'Hello' or 'How are you doing?' How horrible of you, truly. You monkeys have no sympathy," he said.

One part of you felt irritation, wondering who he thought he was to question your relationship with your mother, but another part felt he was right. Even though it had only been a day since you left your mother's house, you couldn't deny the guilt. Especially now, recognizing that the signs of the bad juju you carried might have rubbed off on her.

You listen to the phone dialing, and not long after, your mother answers.

"Hey," she says. You trace circles on your thigh with your finger as you respond, "Hey." Your mother must be doing something while she answers because you can hear her messing with things in the background.

"How are you doing, Mom?" you ask, and everything goes silent on her end. She sighs.

"I... well, Y/n, if I'm being honest, I'm not really feeling too hot right now," she admits.

"Really?" you ask.

"Really," she says. "I think old age is finally catching up." She half-teases, and you chuckle slightly.

"Well, you are reaching the larger numbers now," you joke, and she lets out an offended scoff.

"Wow, you're really doing me like that? Your own mother?" she teases, but even though she’s joking, you can’t help but remember Geto's words.

You chuckle again. "Well, dear," your mother says, and you recognize the tone in her voice—she’s about to end the call.

"I got some things to do in the morning, you know, so—"

You interject, "Have you been taking any medicine for the aches you've been feeling?"

Your mother responds, "I have, that's actually one of the things I have to do tomorrow." She pauses. "I need to get more medication—the ones I have aren't doing the trick for me right now."

You frown as you listen to her words. "Well, I hope you end up feeling better," you say, leaning forward and resting your chin on your hand.

"Thanks," she says. You both exchange farewells before the call ends, and you’re once again met with the eerie silence of your apartment.

"Seems too quiet," you mumble to yourself. No scraping, no buzzing—nothing but silence. "Makes me wonder when it's going to start up again." You scroll through your phone to Geto's contact information.

"Crazy Monk Guy: XXX-XXX-XXXX." You frown. You really didn’t want to call this number or hear his voice on the other end, but you knew he was expecting your call tonight. Your mind goes back to his question when he asked what would happen if you didn’t call him.

"Ready order pick up for Y/n!" the clerk had called, and you had let out a small breath of relief.

"Um, excuse me," you had said, moving sideways before heading to the counter. But Geto's hand had wrapped around your upper arm, pulling you back as he whispered against your ear.

"I expect to receive a call from you tonight, do you understand?" You had nodded, keeping your gaze down. "Tell me what you think will happen tonight if you don't end up calling me."

"You'll do something horrible to me," you had muttered.

"Loud enough so I can hear you clearly," he had responded.

"You’ll do something horrible to me," you had repeated.

Geto had snickered. "Good," he had said, letting your arm go.

He wasn’t right, you think to yourself now. Something must have happened in his life that left him messed up, but he’s not right at all.

What could've happened to make you such a horrible person? you wonder as you get up from the couch and make your way to your room. You close the door, locking it, before lying down on the bed, stomach first.

Finally, you gain the courage to click on his number and place the call on speaker—you don’t want to hear his voice directly in your ear. The phone rings.

He answers, and your stomach flips. "Hello," he says.

You gulp. He must know it’s you.

"Hello," you reply awkwardly. Without thinking twice, you blurt, "What are you doing?" as you trace circles on your pillow with your finger. He laughs but humors you with a response.

"Just hanging around. I’m doing nothing in particular," he says.

"Yeah, I'm doing the same," you respond, and he follows up with, "I know," making your stomach drop slightly as you glance around your room.

He laughs on the other end. "How did you—" you begin, but he interjects.

"I just had a feeling," he pauses for a moment. "Or something."

"What would you know?" you ask.

"...Right," you mutter.

"How’s that shit show of a job?" he asks. "Being an office worker? So mundane."

"It’s well," you reply.

"It’s well?" he parrots back. "Aren’t you going to give me more than just ‘It’s well,’ Y/n?"

Your face heats up. "What’s more to say? Like you said, it’s mundane."

"No interesting stories or coworkers?" he presses.

"Well..." you trail off.

"I thought Rita was an interesting specimen," he says.

"Oh, Rita," you say in recognition.

"Has she always been so shameless?" Geto questions. "What makes her think she has any use to me besides being beneath me and serving me?"

"Rita just has a wild spirit," you defend her.

Geto scoffs. "Why does she have a wild spirit for? She has nothing to offer. What truths could she possibly hold?"

"You don’t even know her, so who are you to judge?" you counter.

"Don’t fucking try me," he snaps. "You’re all too weak to crave anything more than what’s at the bottom of the bucket from us better folks."

Your finger hovers over the hang-up button.

"Don’t you even think about hanging up on me, or I swear you’ll regret it," he warns, making you pull your finger away from the button.

"Dreams, don’t make me sick," he says, as if the very idea of you or Rita having dreams of fulfillment was nauseating. "Without power, how could you ever reach your goals, hm?" he questions, but you don’t respond. You sit up instead.

"Why did you want me to call you?" you ask.

He remains silent for a bit, but you sense that whatever he’s going to say is somehow amusing to him.

"I thought of a way to give your meaningless life some meaning—albeit a small one," he replies, and you bite back a scoff.

"Have you?" you ask, offended but curious about what he thinks could give your life meaning.

"I have," he answers. "It’s an offer too good for even you, and I’m sure your mother would appreciate your acceptance of it."

You have a nagging feeling he’s smiling on the other end of the phone as he continues.

"You see, recently, I’ve had a few positions open up in my lovely organization," he says.

Those positions were likely "opened up" because he killed off people who didn’t meet his requirements or disappointed him one too many times.

"You’re leading a dull life with nothing to offer, so I thought it would be best for you to surrender yourself to my control, where I can give you all the meaning you could possibly need," he says.

"You know nothing about me, so how are you so sure my life is dull?" you snap.

He interrupts. "You, by default, have a dull life with nothing to offer. That’s how I know," he replies.

"I’m not interested."

He goes silent.

You gulp at the eerie quietness, and after a minute, he finally responds.

"Oh," he chuckles. "You will be."

He hangs up, and you feel instant regret.

WRITER'S NOTE: I'm just going to start writing this off as a Writer's Note instead of a Author's note I just feel like this is better for me though there's not even really a difference between them

I've also began thinking about possibly doing another fic inspired by one of my bot ideas but this time it is going to be the Backstage Invite: Vampyre Rockstar Suguru x Reader

Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter I think it was shorter than my others so far 😅

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Just going to bring this up again and if you have been following along with my "Like a Fly caught in a Spider's Web" fic you are going to see more in the Writer's Note tomorrow

Upcoming Fics

Honestly I am kinda loving the writing process so far so I am thinking after I finish this or something I may move on and start writing something up for my bot Backstage Invite so yeahhhh

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Like a Fly caught in a Spider's Web: Suguru Geto x Reader: Chapter 5

And here we are the long waited interaction between you and Geto

Enjoy as always

You fought against it as hard as you could, but with each passing day, you cracked more and more under the weight of the experiences you were enduring. Everything so far, while scary, was manageable. But now, it felt as if something was bearing down on you.

As if someone was done playing with you.

Scrap, Scrap, Scrapppp...

Scrap, scrap, scrapppp...

You open your eyes from the nap you were trying to take and look around. Once again, there’s nothing there, but the scraping sound against the ground—like something being dragged—continues. You swear you're going to get white hairs prematurely from all the stress.

Whatever this was, it was new—and, along with being new, it was annoying and destructive, as it scraped against your floor, leaving actual marks on the wooden flooring. You still had the buzzing in your ears, but at the moment, it was overshadowed by everything else. Speaking of which, you get out of bed and enter the kitchen with one goal in mind: making yourself some ramen noodles. Once the three-minute alarm goes off, you open the microwave and take out your bowl, stirring the contents.

Suddenly, the microwave starts humming again, the light turning on, and the glass plate starts rotating, even though there’s nothing inside. 1:49, the microwave reads as you press stop. But as you press stop, the microwave turns on again, forcing you to press stop once more. You grab your bowl and start heading to your room, but the microwave starts up again.

“Motherfucker,” you sigh, setting your bowl down and heading back into the kitchen. You unplug the microwave from the outlet. “Try turning on now,” you say aloud, but the microwave turns on again.

“No way.”

“Okay, you win,” you say in resignation, pressing stop again and scurrying off to your room, closing the bedroom door behind you. You stir your noodles once more and begin eating as you watch a movie on the television.

“No, don’t do that,” you mutter at the screen. “That action’s only going to have consequences in the end.” You set down the now-empty bowl on your nightstand and get up, grabbing clothes before heading to the shower.

You hum at the feeling of the water droplets hitting you as you scrub your hair and body. Your hands drift down, feeling your smooth skin as you exhale slowly. You open your eyes, and they widen.

Blood. Crimson red blood washes off you, being sucked down the drain. You scream, your back hitting the wall as you start crying. You sink down, sitting on the cold tile as you look down at your body, hyperventilating and searching for any wounds—until you realize...

It’s water. Water washes off your body, draining down the pipes. You blink a couple of times, checking yourself for cuts or nicks, but finding none. You look back at the drain as water flows down it. Chuckling in relief and exhaustion, you sniffle, wipe your nose, and stand up, continuing your shower.

Later, you wander your apartment in a tank top and panties, making sure the windows are locked and the blinds are down. You check the door to ensure it's locked, look in the hallway closet, then inspect the bathroom one last time before heading to your bedroom. You close the door behind you and lock it.

You check your bedroom closet, then get on your hands and knees to check under the bed. You move to the blinds, ensuring the windows are locked, then finally crawl into bed, hoping to get as much sleep as possible.

Little Suzi’s Cafe? You look inside and smile before deciding to enter.

“Mm, they have crepes here?” you murmur to yourself, walking to the counter.

“Hello, welcome to Little Suzi’s Cafe. How can I assist you today?” the clerk says with a smile.

“Hey,” you reply, looking at the menu, then back to the cashier. “Can I have an Iced Kuromitsu Kinako Latte?” You glance at the sweets menu. “And give me a Chocolate Tiramisu along with that.”

As you order, you feel eyes on you, but you resist the urge to turn around and see who’s staring so intently. The clerk rings you up. “Alright, your total is going to be $11.47.”

You place your card down and finally glance behind you, stifling a sharp gasp.

It was Geto, and his eyes were locked on you. Two younger girls were curled at his side, also staring.

“Uh... Y/n,” you say to the clerk as she asks for your name for the order. You quickly look back at her as she hands you the receipt.

“Please take a seat while it’s being made,” she says.

You nod and sit down in a booth, trying to get away from his prying eyes.

“I want that one!” one of the young girls says excitedly. “The one that looks like a bear, Geto-sama! Get me the one that looks like a bear!”

Geto chuckles.

“Cute girls you have there,” the clerk says with a smile.

Geto’s brow twitches, but he forces a smile.

“I want the same,” the other girl, Mimiko, says.

Geto raises a brow. “The same?” he responds.

“The Iced Kuromitsu Kinako Latte,” Mimiko replies.

Geto nods. “Ah, I see.” He shakes his head but relents. “Very well, then.” He gestures for the clerk to take the girls' orders, each adding in a crepe of their choice.

“$17.53.”

Geto turns to the girls. “You girls are expensive. I expect you to be on your best behavior now.”

Mimiko and Nanako nod. “We will, Geto-sama!”

Geto smiles. “Very well then.” He turns to the clerk. “Put ‘Geto’ as the name,” he says flatly, before sitting down in the booth on the other side of yours.

You gulp as you toy with your fingers. What the hell is he doing here? Your eyes flick over to him, only to see that he was already looking at you. You quickly look away. He has daughters?! you think, tracing the wood stain design on the table with your finger. Who would want to lay with that and have kids?

“Excuse me?” a young voice says.

You turn to see the blonde-haired girl with Geto. “Uh?”

The little girl puffs out her cheek. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

You raise a brow. “Um, okay?” you reply. “Why don’t you tell your parent—”

“He’s a man,” the young girl interjects. “My name is Nanako, by the way, Mon—” She stops. “Whatever your name is.”

You frown. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think going into the bathroom with a stranger, even a woman, is safe or appropriate. My name is Y/n, by the way,” you say with a smile. “Why don’t you just ask your father to stand outside the bathroom door for you?”

Nanako shakes her head. “That won’t do. Don’t make me cry,” she says.

You open your mouth to respond, ultimately ready to decline, but with her whimper and tears welling up, you can’t help but glance toward Geto, who has a firm look on his face. To avoid pissing him off—or having a child cry in front of you—you relent, standing up.

“Alright, alright, dry those tears,” you say gently as Nanako perks up and runs to the bathroom. You follow after her. “I won’t be too long!” she says as she closes the door. You grab the handle, about to enter the girls' bathroom, when a hand grabs yours.

You turn and see Geto.

“Oh.” You pull your hand back and step away. “Um...” You glance at the wall momentarily before looking back at his face. Geto’s violet gaze is locked on you, his lips in a flat line. His arms are crossed over his chest.

“Four times,” he says.

“What?” you respond.

“Four times,” Geto repeats, stepping closer as you step backward. “I’ve given you our business cards four times, and each time you have the audacity to crumble them up and toss them away as if they were junk,” he hisses in a low tone, lowering his head to meet you eye-to-eye.

You can’t help but shiver in response. For a split moment, a small smile crosses his face at your reaction before his expression returns to a flat line.

“Do you have any idea what you're dealing with, or are you that stupid and careless with your pathetic existence?” he asks.

“Care to explain, then?” you reply.

Geto bristles but sucks in a breath. “Scrap, scrap, scrap—you hear that at night, don’t you? What’s dragging against the ground, huh?” He rests his back against the wall. “Let me tell you. It doesn’t have legs—no lower half. Its body only goes from its ribcage up. The only way it can move is by dragging its bones against the ground. A skeleton, if you will. One that likes to talk to you. I can imagine it now, wanting to grab onto your ankles while you sit on your couch typing up meaningless shit.”

Geto chuckles. You bristle in response.

“How do you know so—”

Geto turns to you angrily. “Watch that mouth and tone of yours, you worthless monkey,” he scolds.

You gulp.

“Don’t you ever make the mistake of disrespecting me again,” he says, raising a finger and waving it as if disciplining you. “You forget how fragile you creatures are,” he adds as you falter, moving to rest your back against the wall opposite him.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” Geto demands.

You hesitate.

“Tell me now,” he says firmly.

“I’m sorry,” you respond, your gaze moving to the floor.

“What’s my name?” he asks.

You shift on your feet. “Geto-sama.”

He shakes his head. “Try again. What’s my name?”

You think for a moment. “Suguru Geto.”

He hums in approval. “I knew you were curious about me,” he says, taking a step forward. His hand hovers slightly over your upper arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Too bad you’re a monkey,” he whispers, his eyes locked on your face, unmoving.

You look up, meeting his gaze. His eyes flicker with an unsaid emotion before he says, “Lower your gaze while I’m speaking to you.”

Your gaze drops back to the ground.

“There we go,” he hums. “Are you always this good at taking orders?” he asks. “Those other foolish monkeys aren’t,” he mutters, irritated, as his hand rests on your head, making you jolt.

“Stop acting like that. I’m not doing anything,” he says, his hands gliding through your hair. You shiver, and he scolds you with a yank of your hair. His hand stops as his knuckle brushes against your jaw, descending once more as he twirls the end of your hair around his finger.

You hold your breath as he moves in, nearly chest-to-chest with you, and whispers in your ear, “Those buzzes must cause so much distraction for you at work, huh?” You shiver from the feel of his breath against your ear, mentally scolding yourself for the flash of heat pooling in your stomach. “Just buzz, buzz, buzz all day, huh? Or have you just been blocking them out?” he questions.

You couldn’t deny that the buzzing in your ears initially caused you so much irritation that you nearly threw your keyboard out the window. But you’ve grown to endure the sounds, even though they still mess with your temper.

“Look at me,” he says, and you turn your gaze up, meeting his eyes head-on.

“How’s your mother doing?” he asks, sending a chill down your spine.

“What?”

His eyes flash with irritation. “Your mother,” he says. “How is she doing? Is she still dealing with that ache in her shoulder, or has it manifested elsewhere by now?”

“What a horrible daughter,” he continues, not allowing you a chance to speak. “She opened her home to you in the middle of the night, and here you are, returning the favor by doing what?”

You start thinking.

“By doing nothing,” he finishes, tapping your nose three times.

Your gaze meets his again.

“You can’t even text your mother a simple ‘Hello?’ or ‘How are you doing?’” he sighs. “How horrible of you, truly. You monkeys have no sympathy.”

“You don’t know my relationship with my mother, so please don’t butt into matters that don’t concern you.”

He grabs your jaw. “What did I say about that mouth and tone of yours?” he asks.

Your lips tremble as you try to pull back, but his grip holds you in place.

“I said, what did I say about that mouth and tone of yours?” he repeats.

“You said to watch it,” you respond, your eyes flicking to the rest of the unassuming store. Geto follows your gaze before releasing you, making sure to push you back against the wall with enough force to cause a moderate thud.

“Let’s not make that mistake again, or I may have to punish you,” he says with a smile. You nod in agreement, brushing your hair from your face.

“Geto-sama, I’m done!” Nanako says as she shows him her clean hands.

“Well done, Nanako,” he says with a much softer smile. His gaze shifts to you as well.

“Ready order pick up for Y/n!” the clerk calls out.

You exhale in relief. “Um, excuse me,” you mutter, moving sideways, then forward toward the counter. But Geto’s hand wraps around your upper arm, pulling you back.

He whispers in your ear, “I expect to be receiving a call from you tonight, understand?”

You nod, keeping your gaze on the floor.

“Tell me what you think will happen tonight if you don’t call me,” Geto asks.

“You’ll do something horrible to me,” you mutter.

“Loud enough so I can hear you clearly,” he responds.

“You’ll do something horrible to me,” you repeat.

Geto snickers. “Good.” He releases your arm, and you rush over to the counter to grab your latte and tiramisu. Tears well up in your eyes, but you keep your gaze low as you walk out of the store.

I have to call him tonight. You sniffle, wiping away a tear that falls down your cheek. Do I even have any of his cards? You think hard, then remember: Wait, Rita placed a card in her junk drawer at work.

With a new sense of purpose, you head to work. Entering through the automatic double doors, you go up to the second floor and approach your desk, logging into your computer. Thankfully, Rita is already at her desk, so you walk over.

“Hey, Rita, is it alright if I get that card?” you ask.

She smiles and nods. “Trying to hit up that hot monk guy, huh?” she chuckles. “I knew you’d come around eventually.”

“Yeah, I totally did,” you say, rubbing the back of your head as you graciously take the crumpled-up card from her.

The Ascendant Star Order. Call us now at XXX-XXX-XXXX. From, Geto.

Your eyes linger on the phone number as you input it into your phone for later tonight.

“Alright,” you say, taking a deep breath. You place the card into your pocket and lean back in your seat, beginning to work.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm lowkey having fun with this

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A fly caught in a Spider's Web: Suguru Geto x Reader: Chapter 4

We are about to have our next face to face with Geto next chapter

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Now with that out of the way please enjoy this chapter

“Now listen, I am not trying to insinuate anything, but I am curious,” your mother says as she sits across from you, eating the hamburger you made. “Why did you come to my house at midnight?” she asks, her eyes looking you over as you eat a fry.

“It’s complicated,” you reply, your eyes cast down on your plate. Your mother lowers her head to meet your eyes.

“Hello, Y/n, I’m right here,” she says. You meet your mother’s eyes, and she smiles. “I’m your mother; you should be able to tell me these types of things.”

You nod. “I know, it’s… it’s really just complicated, Mom.”

Suguru Geto—he was a tall man, almost about 6’0", but man, did he have the prettiest long black hair you’d ever seen. It looked so silky, even from the stage where you were watching him before he confronted you and showed how much of a crazy man he was. His facial features were sharp, and his eyes were a lovely violet color, but those dark blue gauges showed you that he knew how to have fun. Though now that you were thinking about it, he probably had too much fun.

The light flickers.

“Hm? That was odd,” your mother says as she looks at the dining room light above you two.

“...Right,” you reply as your eyes also go towards the light. Your mother looks back at you for a moment before she starts to rub her shoulder.

“Those lights are new—just got them changed,” she says as the lights flicker again.

“Ugh,” she sighs, continuing to rub her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, concerned.

“Nothing, it’s just my shoulder has been aching a lot lately for some reason.”

You frown. “That sucks.”

Your mother nods in agreement and smiles. She folds her arms against her chest. “Yeah, that sucks alright.” Her eyes drift to the couch, then back to you. “You know, maybe you should go back home to get more things,” she says as you look over at the couch, then at her.

“To get more comfortable,” she clarifies, shaking her head. “You were so excited to move and go out deeper into the great city. It would be a shame to have you cooped up here in Momma’s nest again.”

You nod as your mind drifts to the flickering dining room light from a few seconds ago. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Besides, I’ll be having work tomorrow anyway,” you reply.

I don’t want any of my bad juju rubbing off on Mom, you think.

After leaving your mother’s house, the drive back to your place is rather uneventful—for the first time in a while—that is, until you unlock your door.

“What the…” your kitchen chair is in the living room, and the recliner chair is faced toward it. Your eyes move to the television stand, where you see the picture frame of you, your mother, your sister, and her kids at the beach. You close the door, not daring to go inside just yet, as you let out a deep sigh and rest your back against the wall.

“Why me?”

After a moment of collecting yourself, you place your hand around the door knob again, but before opening the door, you look down and find a card on the ground.

“A card?” You bend down and pick it up.

The Ascendant Star Order?

You fold up the card and enter your apartment, closing and locking the door behind you. Tossing the card into the trash, you take a look around your kitchen. Pots and pans are on the stove. You walk in, peeking inside them, finding nothing. Your eyes shift to the dining room, where all the chairs are in their proper place, except the one kitchen chair still in your living room. The random placement of your objects makes you curious about your bedroom. You grab a pair of scissors and start your venture.

Your eyes scan the white walls of the hall leading to your bedroom. On the way, you open the closet door, angling the scissors upwards just in case, only to find nothing. You move on, walking into your bedroom with a frown.

You always close your bedroom door.

Everything in your bedroom is exactly how you left it, minus the picture frame still in the living room. You get on your knees and look under the bed, finding nothing. You move towards the closet, look around, and again, nothing. You go to the bathroom, inspecting it, but everything looks to be in place.

“I’ve got to change my locks.” You walk back to the apartment door. “Fuck what the landlord says,” you mutter as you grab your keys, phone, and bag, heading to your car.

On your way out, the apartment building hall light above you flickers once, then again. You look up at the light.

“What a shitty apartment.” You swing the apartment building door open and head to your car. “Can’t wait to leave this apartment.”

You reach for your car door handle, but halt as you spot another card on your windshield. You pick it up and turn it over.

The Ascendant Star Order. Feel free to call us at XXX-XXX-XXXX.

“Tsk, again.” You open your driver’s door and enter your car, crumbling up the card into a ball and tossing it behind your seat.

The drive to the hardware store is uneventful, as is getting everything you need to change the locks on your apartment door. Thank God for how-to videos.

It doesn’t even take long before you’re done installing the new locks. Now, you’re sitting on your couch in the apartment, greeted by your not-so-friendly house guests, as the smell of rot returns.

“Damn it, I really should have just stayed at my mother’s place,” you groan. “I could have just... fuck.” You look at your television as it turns on.

“I’m not interested in TV, screw off,” you say, and the television turns off. You chuckle lightly, but it soon fades as the apartment lights flicker. You stand, looking at the lights before glancing towards the kitchen as some cabinets fly open. You take a deep breath.

“Home sweet home.” Your lip wobbles, but you suck it up and enter the kitchen to close the cabinets. “I pay too much in rent to be scared of some ghosts,” you say, your voice shaky as you rub your shoulder. “Stupid.” Your voice wobbles again as you kick the last lower cabinet shut.

“You know, maybe you should go back home and get more things,” your mom’s voice says from behind you. You turn around.

“You know, maybe you should go back home and get more things.” You turn forward.

“You know, maybe you should go back home and get more things.” Your head turns to your left, then your right, as you start crying.

“GO AWAY!” your mother’s voice yells as you run to your bedroom. You close and lock the door, jumping into bed, crying.

“Why, why, WHY?!” you scream into your pillow.

You have a hard time sleeping that night. The sensations of being watched and the soft buzzing intensify each time you close your eyes, along with the overwhelming sense of something approaching you. That sensation stops only when you open your eyes. It gnaws at you, and the fact that someone got into your apartment, even though you changed the locks, doesn’t make things easier. You close your eyes again, only to be greeted by the grotesque image of a dark figure with large eyes and a smile. It tilts its head as if trying to get a better look at you before you open your eyes.

“Okay, Miss Cranky Puss, who peed in your Cheerios today?” Rita asks as you look over at her. “Damn girl, did you even sleep?” she leans forward.

“No, I haven’t gotten any sleep at all,” you say, taking a deep breath and exhaling.

“Now, I remember telling you that the last conversation we had was far from over, so...” Rita opens her palm toward you. “You got the stage, lay it down on me.”

You look back at your computer, then at her. “Are you sure you want to hear my mess?”

Rita nods. “You hear mine all the time, why not?” she responds.

You nod in agreement. “I guess you have a point.”

Rita swats at your arm. “You weren’t supposed to agree,” she teases, and you laugh.

“I just... I think I’m being haunted, basically,” you reply.

Rita nods. “...Okay then…” She drums her fingers against her thighs. “Well, what’s making you think that?” she asks.

“Well, I have these sensations of being watched, you know, by something. Then there’s this smell of rot that I couldn’t get out no matter how hard I scrubbed my floors. Then there was...” You pause.

I can’t talk about the voices. She already seems turned off from this; I don’t need her thinking I’m crazy, you think.

“But also, I found some furniture in my apartment moved around, and it wasn’t me. Nor did I have a friend house-sit. I was at my mother’s because she was lonely,” you fib.

Rita leans back. “Y/n, that is scary as hell. What do you mean, stuff was moved in your apartment and you weren’t even there? That’s insane.” Rita leans in again. “Are you sure no one tried to steal from you or something?”

“Everything was untouched, besides the things they did move,” you respond.

“So someone broke into your apartment—that’s what it sounds like to me, besides the other weird shit, right?”

You nod in agreement. “That’s how my life is going right now.”

Rita nods as she remembers something. “Oh yeah.” She stands and goes to her cubicle, then hands you a card. “This really hot monk guy gave me this card and told me to give it to you. I don’t know why, but there.”

Your heart drops as you read the card.

The Ascendant Star Order. Call us now at XXX-XXX-XXXX. From, Geto.

You gulp. “You said a really hot monk guy?”

Rita nods. “He had long black hair, smoldering violet eyes, tall and lean. I’d jump if I wasn’t on my way to work.”

You snort, but anxiety pools in your stomach at the description. “He didn’t tell you his name or anything?” you ask.

“Geto was all that he gave me,” Rita says.

You crumble the card into a ball and toss it in the trash. “It’s no good.”

“Hey, that was the number to reach the really hot monk guy!” Rita whines as she fishes it out of the trash. “Here, in case you change your mind. It’ll be in my junk drawer,” she says, placing it in the bottom drawer of her desk.

“I’d have to be very desperate before I’d ever use that,” you reply.

Rita frowns and sits down at her desk. “What? You got a thing against hot monks?” she sasses.

Yeah, if said hot monk is that crazy bastard, you think, as you reply, “He probably wasn’t even that hot anyway.”

Rita shakes her head. “Trust me, if you saw him, you wouldn’t be saying that.”

You frown this time. Geto was hot, but he was crazy. And while crazy and hot was, well, hot… this was real life, and things don’t end up well with such a combination.

“You know, he was kind of prissy,” Rita says. “He was all like, trying to keep his distance from me like I was sick with the plague or something.” She mocks Geto, holding her arm out and leaning back. “But he was hot, so I’ll let it slide.” Rita smirks.

You shake your head, smiling. “Hot people have to have some flaws, don’t they?” you reply, and Rita hums in agreement.

After another tiring day at work, you walk out to your car. As you reach for the driver’s side handle, your eyes zone in on a card. You let out a sigh and grab it.

The Ascendant Star Order. Call us now at XXX-XXX-XXXX.

You scoff and crumble it up. A voice whispers against your ear.

“Might want to give that phone number a call.”

You jolt and turn around, only to see nothing.

“Come on, don’t you want to make all those nasty spirits disappear?” the voice nags. You turn towards the direction of the voice again, but once again, there’s nothing.

Make them disappear?

You enter your car, gazing down at your steering wheel.

Right, that Suguru Geto guy can make them all disappear.

Your hands clench your steering wheel tightly.

But why him? Why, out of all who could help me, does it have to be them?

You close your eyes as the sounds of the distorted whining of cursed spirits surround you. You place your hand on your upper arm, rubbing it where Geto had grabbed you the first time you met.

“Shit.”

Should I go?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Honestly if I were in their shoes I would have already been shitting bricks by now so yeah.

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A Fly caught in a Spider's Web: Suguru Geto x Reader: Chapter 3

Hey Guys!

This is Chap 3 I swear in the next Chapter we are going to be getting 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 but for now we have Geto absolutely hating you while his actions kinda state a little of something else

It’s been a week since the incident, and you would like to say that you’ve placed it all behind you. However, unfortunately, that was not the case, as the feelings of being watched 24/7 continued. Now, with the newfound stench of something rotten, you find yourself scrubbing your floors for a good hour—though with no result.

“Rita, be honest with me,” you say as you turn your chair to face her direction, sitting in the cubicle next to yours. “Do I smell?” you ask, waving her over.

Rita’s green eyes look at you with confusion. She rises from her chair and walks over. “You got me worried, girl, you know?” she says, leaning in and taking a whiff of you.

“You smell good, thank god,” Rita replies with a smile and relieved sigh. “Had me worried I was about to smell something real funky,” she teases with a grin, before raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Why? What’s up?” she asks, looking at you.

“Oh, well...” You turn and look away for a moment at your computer. “It’s nothing. I was just worried that I smelled bad.”

Rita nods and glances back at her cubicle, but she turns toward you once more. “You know what, Y/n,” she says, “I’ve been noticing that you’ve been acting weird.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, looking up.

“I mean, you’ve been jumpy, and you seem sluggish. I don’t know how to describe it... it’s just, you look drained.”

Drained.

Rita had no idea how right she was. Ever since you went to that stupid assembly with Ume—who you haven’t reached out to since that day, though it was the same on her end—your life has been plagued with this newfound sensation of being watched. There’s also the soft buzzing in your ear, and now you’re starting to smell something rotting in your house. You can’t take it anymore.

“Y/n,” your head turns to your kitchen as goosebumps rise.

“Y/n,” your head turns to your blinds.

“Y/N,” you place your hands over your ears as you look forward. There’s nothing there.

“Leave me alone!” you yell, only to hear snide snickering right under you. Swearing to yourself that you won’t cry, you rise from the couch and make your way to your room as the soft buzzing intensifies, giving you a headache that you try to dull with some Tylenol.

You stir in your sheets, turning in your sleep as you snuggle into your pillow, briefly opening your eyes to see—close up in the darkness—a figure with a pair of large eyes on you and an equally large, crooked smile emerging from the shadows. You scream, earning bangs on the walls from your neighbors as the figure vanishes. Suppressing your sobs with your hand, you get out of bed.

“I can’t do this,” you sob, grabbing your coat as snickering echoes from your walls.

“I can’t... no,” you sob as you stumble, locking your door.

“No...” The snickering continues as you walk down the stairs to the exit of your apartment building. You enter your car and start driving to your mother’s house.

As you drive, your eyes flick up to the rearview mirror. You scream when you see a vision of something with the face of a baby squirming in the back seat, causing you to swerve, though thankfully, the streets are vacant. You manage to halt the car, taking deep breaths as you check the mirror again—no creature in sight.

“What is this?” you cry, rubbing your face. After crying, you continue driving to your mother’s house. Upon arriving, you scare her in the process as she hovers around, asking what had happened, seeing your distressed, tear-stricken face.

“Y/N!” Rita whisper-shouts, shoving at your shoulder. You jolt.

“Girl, what the fuck?” Rita says. “You need a drink,” she adds, looking you up and down. “Whatever is going on at home is not alright.”

Your lips tremble, so you nod and take a deep breath to calm yourself.

“Y/n,” Rita crouches beside your chair. “Is there something I can do to help you?” she asks sincerely.

You shake your head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, no one can help me at all,” you sniffle. “I can’t be helped.”

Rita shakes her head. “No, but I’m sure—”

“This can’t be helped,” you cut her off. Rita’s eyes flicker, her concern evident as she looks at you.

“There must be something,” she insists, standing up. “I’ll give you your space for now, but this is not over.” Rita goes back to her cubicle, glancing at you for a while before resuming work. You lean back in your chair, trying to rein in your emotions before returning to your work, your fingers gliding over the keyboard once more.

“Y/n,” your mother calls out from what seems to be the living room. “I have some food on the counter waiting for you, dear.”

You smile at the sound of your mother’s voice and the mention of food. “Thanks, Mom,” you call out.

“There’s food on the counter waiting for you, dear,” you hear again, but it sounds slightly off.

You look around but decide to ultimately overlook it. “Okay, Mom,” you reply.

“There’s food on the counter waiting for you, dear.”

You sigh. “Thanks, Mom, I know,” you say, turning the hall and looking into the living room. You frown.

“I thought she was in here,” you mutter under your breath, turning to go to the kitchen. You look around the counters.

“Mom, there’s no food here.”

“There’s food on the counter waiting for you, dear.”

You whip around. “Mom, there isn’t any food on the counter,” you call out.

Your mother walks in, looking at you like you’ve lost it. “What?”

“Mom, there’s no food on the counter for me,” you tell her. “Why did you say there was—” You trail off, realizing something.

“I never said that,” your mother says with a puzzled look.

Your heart sinks. She just got here. You were alone, and it was...

It was happening again.

“Maybe my ears were playing tricks on me,” you say in an attempt to lighten the mood. It works, as your mother laughs and says, “Sure was. If you want food, you got hands, and there’s a fridge right over there. How about you make me some food?”

You smile and chuckle lightly. “Perhaps I will make dinner tonight,” you tease.

Your mother nods. “Sounds good to me.”

You roll your eyes. “You just want someone to cook for you.”

Your mother nods. “Yep,” she says, not even denying it as you laugh.

“Don’t you think 9,000 is a bit too much?” the gentleman, Isamu, asks as Geto’s eyes narrow. Straightening up, Geto shifts his arm on the pedestal he was leaning on.

“Either you take it and get relieved from the stresses on those shoulders of yours, or you leave,” he says flatly. “The choice, whether to continue being in pain, is yours.”

Isamu shifts on his feet. “I don’t think I have that much.”

Geto stands. “Then this conversation’s over.”

“Wait,” Isamu calls, faltering under the look Geto gives him. “Please wait,” he pleads. “I can give you the money, just give me a minute, I swear.” Isamu frantically walks away to his car, raising his phone to his ear.

Geto nods, leaning back against the pedestal. “What a pathetic monkey,” he mutters.

Manami scoffs. “I can’t believe we are even the same spec—”

“Maybe in the name of science,” Geto interjects, “but that’s why I always say they are nothing more than weak, pathetic, unevolved monkeys.”

Manami nods. “Shall I send in the next client while we wait for that monkey?”

Geto nods. “Go right ahead.”

In the courtyard, Mimiko and Nanako are playing in the sun. “Ahhh, my Wi-Fi’s dropping,” Nanako whines as she heads toward the temple, with Mimiko staying back with another member supervising them. Mimiko turns to face the member before striding off after Nanako, forcing the member to follow. “Girls, please wait!”

Inside, Geto swallows the cursed orb from another client, then looks toward the sliding door. “That monkey better not be wasting my time,” he mutters, resting his cheek on his hand. Soon after, Isamu returns.

“Pity,” Geto mutters as his eyes bore into Isamu. “Not another word from you. Give me my money first.”

Isamu hands the envelope to Geto, who passes it to Manami, who begins counting it.

Isamu looks at the ground, feeling Geto’s eyes burn into him. “That’s 9,000 in cash, Geto-sama,” Manami says, handing him the envelope.

Geto rises slightly, sprays the envelope with disinfectant spray, waves it in the air to dry, and places it in his robes. He then applies hand sanitizer.

Raising a hand, Geto begins exorcizing the cursed spirit hanging off Isamu’s body like a second skin. The cursed spirit swirls into an orb that Geto holds, placing it into the sleeve of his robes.

“You’re dismissed,” Geto says with a false smile as Isamu gushes over him.

“You’re... you’re like a god!” Isamu cries out. “You’re a god!”

Geto looks down at him, snickering. Seems like this monkey’s got at least half a brain, he thinks, watching the now-crying man.

So pathetic.

Geto waves goodbye as Isamu leaves. “Finally. I thought I’d have to kill him to get him to leave,” Geto says with a huff, brushing his hair off his shoulder. “Manami, where are we at the moment?”

Manami joins his side, checking her tablet. “From these monkeys, it appears we’ve earned about $30,000.”

Geto laughs. “I’ll call it a day for now. I have other matters to deal with.”

Manami lowers her tablet. “Usually we aim for $130,000, so whatever you have must be important, huh?”

Geto smiles. “I’ll see you at supper. Make sure everyone’s in line while I’m gone.” He begins to walk away.

“Will do, Geto-sama. You can rely on me,” Manami replies, heading toward the client room via another sliding door near the stage Geto’s pedestal is on. Geto exits through the client doors.

“Geto-sama!” Mimiko and Nanako greet happily.

“Ah, if it isn’t the most perfect members of this family, my dear girls,” Geto grins, ruffling their hair as they chuckle, playfully fighting off his hand. He then turns to the member chasing after them. “Seems like they’re giving you a hard time,” Geto teases, as the member hurriedly nods.

He urges the girls onward as they giggle and run off. “Better go after them,” Geto jokes as he turns and walks the opposite way.

“Don’t touch me!” He recalls your voice, lips curling in disgust. “Who the hell does she think she is, ordering me around?” He exits the temple, gazing at the blue sky with a sigh.

Monkeys scurry around like maggots here... how disgusting for me. He thinks as he walks down the road, ensuring to keep his distance from everyone.

“Hey, sir, would you be interested in—oh,” a man starts, but Geto walks past as if he doesn’t perceive him. He had one place he wanted to go before heading back to the temple.

Your apartment.

He knew you’d run off to your mother’s, and he could easily follow you there. But he would much rather toy around with your apartment now, while you weren’t there. Summoning a cursed spirit, he unlocks the door and enters, closing it behind him, unconcerned about the neighbors.

He inspects your apartment with a critical eye.

At least this monkey’s somewhat clean. He thinks, exaggerating. Your apartment is clean—nothing out of place. What earned his "somewhat clean" status was your other coat, the one you wore at his assembly, still on the couch. He reaches for it, your perfume wafting to his nose.

“Revolting,” he mutters disdainfully, yet he inhales more of your scent. Tossing the coat onto the recliner, he moves forward, entering your bathroom. He looks at your soaps, shampoos, conditioners, and scrubs. He considers dipping your toothbrush into the toilet but decides against it, leaving for your bedroom instead.

Taking in the design of your room, he runs his hands across your bed and blanket, where you had clearly hurried out of it. He lowers himself, smelling your pillow.

“Hm...” he murmurs, rising and sitting on the edge of your bed. His attention turns to your nightstand, where a picture of you, your mother, and sister—along with her children—sits. He picks it up, his eyes lingering on you, taking in the way the sun highlighted your hair, tousled slightly from the wind, some strands resting against your cheek. He studies your smile, your lips, and his gaze trails down to your neck and collarbone. He forces it down when a certain heat pools in his lower stomach, nausea rising.

He looks back at the picture.

He sneers, standing up. “Once I finally decide to get my hands on you, you’re mine,” he snarls, placing the picture on the table by the television in the living room.

He moves to the kitchen. “I don’t want you for a second to think you’re safe,” he mutters, opening cabinets and placing pans on the stove. He moves to the dining room. “I want you to grovel and break down. I want to see more tears in those eyes of yours.” He pulls out some of your chairs, setting one in the living room by the recliner. He moves the recliner to face the dining chair. It looks like someone has been in there, because someone was.

It was him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think I'm gonna be adding more of this into this story

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"I swear when I find you, Gege."

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Honestly I am kinda loving the writing process so far so I am thinking after I finish this or something I may move on and start writing something up for my bot Backstage Invite so yeahhhh

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A Fly caught in a Spider's Web: Suguru Geto x Reader: Chapter 2

Hey everyone here is the 2nd chapter (really just 2nd part but I will just call it chapter) for this fic

I really just kinda want to use this chapter to establish some of their rules that they follow while also adding a small part of tension but I promise next chapter is where we are going to really be building to get to the good stuff

You bend the blinds once more as your eyes scan the outside world below your small studio apartment on the third floor. Still, nothing but passersby walk the sidewalks, unaware of the day you had. The streetlights, along with the traffic lights, are the only things illuminating the street. You huff to yourself, jealous of the unbothered looks of the people living peacefully in their own little bubbles, unaware of the inner turmoil and fear that you felt just earlier today. They walk without turning and watching their backs, not fearful of a psychotic monk following after them.

You go back into the kitchen and take out your bowl of ramen noodles from the microwave, stirring it as you walk back into your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you, just in case. You sit down at the edge of the bed, placing the bowl on your nightstand, as your hand runs against the small red marks on your body from earlier in the day. You look at one that was on your thigh as you begin thinking more and more.

These weren’t mosquito bites, were they? Your finger traces around the circular edge of the mark. This was something else... something sinister. You raise your head to look at your television, which is playing a random movie that you could care less about in the moment, as you go back to the ramblings of what Ume referred to as Geto-sama. But from lazy Google searches, you found his name to be Suguru Geto.

He was a man dedicated to helping those in need—at a price. You scoff once you read the part about helping, remembering the ugliness of his gaze on you. "What a weird way to say a money-hungry leech," you think. There were hundreds of Google reviews for him, praising his services.

“Came to Geto-sama because of feelings of being touched and deflowered in my sleep, and at every point of my day. After paying a rather ridiculous but worthwhile fee, Geto-sama was able to make me feel better in a flash!” One review read.

“I had feelings of being drained and tired. My shoulders and body ached. Eventually, I was desperate enough to search online and found forums talking about his service. What do you know? He was able to help me in a flash—he is truly something!” Another read.

Each review detailed the wonders that he supposedly performed. “Everyone is saying he is something miraculous,” you comment before looking over at your now somewhat cold ramen noodles. You reach for them and start eating mindlessly.

Feelings.

As you wash your dishes, you can’t help but feel strange, as if something is in your apartment with you. You turn your eyes, scanning the dark, vacant front room, finding nothing out of the ordinary. So, you turn back to washing your dishes, but the feeling persists as you scrub. Eventually, you sigh, walking into the living room. Once there, you turn on a lamp in the corner, then go back to washing the dishes. But merely turning on the lamp was a short-lived comfort, as eventually the strange feeling manifests again—this time toward the hallway leading to your bedroom. If there was any way to describe this feeling, it would be that sense of paranoia when you’re alone in the house for the first time, thinking about all the what-ifs.

You scrub faster, rinse faster, and dry the dishes with a towel faster so you don’t have to stand with your back to your apartment any longer. You place the last bowl down with a rather hard slam onto the counter, making yourself jolt as you inspect the bowl to make sure you didn’t break it.

"I have to relax," you say out loud. "I’m scaring myself." You turn off the kitchen light and head to the hallway, but despite yourself, your eyes loom over the hallway, looking for anything amiss. You enter your bedroom, pull out some clothing, and head into the bathroom. As you scrub yourself with soap in the shower, that’s when it begins.

Soft buzzing.

"Where is that coming from?" you ask as you turn down the water and look around. "What the fuck..." You turn up the water and resume washing your body. Your fingers glide against your skin, scrubbing all the contours and dips of it until it’s time for the shampoo. You place some shampoo onto your palm and rub it in with both hands, closing your eyes as the buzzing continues. This time, however, you feel something—a presence behind you—as your back starts to feel colder.

As you scrub in the shampoo, your mind starts conjuring images of a pale woman with long, stringy black hair that covers some of her face. She stares at you from behind with large, hollowed eyes, sunken into her face. The lips and eye bags are bruised purple, and her teeth chatter. A cold breeze hits your back, causing you to quickly wash the shampoo from your hair. You turn around, catching yourself before you fall, only to see nothing. Hesitantly, you reach for the conditioner bottle and start rubbing it into your hair. You close your eyes once more, trying to avoid getting soap bubbles in them, but the feeling of being watched from behind returns. You couldn’t have shampooed and conditioned your hair faster than you did that night—faster than ever in your whole life. As you finish showering, you dry off.

After drying off, you enter your bedroom, clothed in pajama shorts and a tank top. You sit in bed and go onto your phone. Your eyes linger on his name in your search bar for a little while before you return to mindless scrolling. Every once in a while, you look around your room. Everything looks untouched and exactly the way you left it, but still, you feel like you aren’t the only one in your apartment. You sit up from your bed and start walking around your apartment, checking each corner and drawer, even making sure the windows are locked—though you’re on the third floor. Finally, you ensure the door is locked. You never miss locking it. You return to your room and lie in bed, focusing on trying to go to sleep.

Silence.

The auditorium is silent as Geto walks through the aisle, but his mind and thoughts are loud as they race. His eyes stray to the very seat where you were once sitting. He takes a deep, shaky breath.

"Manami!" he yells out.

"Yes, sir," Manami says as she comes over.

Geto smiles. "Bring in the cleaners, will you?" he says.

"Why, of course," Manami says as she leaves. Cleaners begin to shuffle in one by one, all kneeling before him as he grimaces.

"Monkeys," he says as he walks past the cleaners, who part for him. "Recently, we had a very vile situation happen to us," he says, his lips curling with disgust. "Another one of you monkeys infiltrated my auditorium and tainted it with their lowly, disgusting presence." He turns and stands before them. "This auditorium needs to be cleansed of her presence, and while..." he pauses, his eyes scanning their faces, "I would rather not place this task on you all," he sneers, "I have no choice, as I would never wish for any of my family, who are truly worthy, to be on their knees scrubbing."

A cleaner steps forward. "So you're placing it on us, Geto-sama? Aren't we family too?"

His eyes narrow at them. "I am, and you are to do as you're told."

"But aren’t we your family as well? So why should we be—" Without a word, they are crushed by a cursed spirit.

"The audacity. Do you have any more questions?" he asks roughly, glaring at the group. Some cleaners let out gasps of surprise and fear, while those close to the crushed cleaner tremble, staring at their bloodied hands and clothing.

"Get to scrubbing," he says as he leaves the auditorium, flicking off a spatter of red fluid from the apple of his cheek. The cleaners immediately start scrubbing. "And don’t you dare ever forget your places, filth," his voice echoes in the auditorium.

Geto turns to Manami, who stands by the door frame outside the auditorium. "I will be changing into a new robe. Tell the family I’ll be in later," he says with a smile and light chuckle as he starts his walk to his chambers. Manami agrees and heads toward the dining hall. Geto closes the door and starts disrobing. He places his robe in the hamper for someone to wash, then dresses in another robe before heading to the dining hall, which is full of banter and the noise of his family.

"Hello, my family," he says, his ears perking at the greetings he receives. "Today we are joined together to enjoy another meal made by our kitchen staff." He sits at the head of the table. All eyes are on him as his gaze moves across the crowd, landing on Ume seated at the far end of the table. Unlike the others, she does not have a plate of food before her.

Geto sighs almost empathetically. "As some may notice, a member of our family does not have a plate of food," he says as the crowd shifts their attention to Ume. "I know it is not lost on any of us why she has no plate." The crowd murmurs in agreement.

"Let this be a lesson for everyone here," Geto says, looking at his plate. "This food is sacred and fuels you for the day. However, it is for the worthy and the most loyal to us." He pauses as the crowd rings out their own mantras of hate and disgust against non-sorcerers. "Now, let’s wish your fellow sister learns her lesson, so I don’t have to do this ever again." He frowns, and everyone goes silent in the dining room, giving their wishes.

"This may be hurting you," Geto says, breaking the silence, "but it hurts me more." Everyone looks to Geto at his saddened tone.

"We would never, Geto-sama!" another member says.

"Love to the strong, hate to the weak," someone else adds, referencing the scrolls. Geto’s eyes move to Ume, who is looking down at the table.

"Ume," Geto says, "why are you looking at the linen on the table? Shouldn’t your eyes be on the food?" he asks. Ume looks at him, then the food. "I said you couldn’t eat, not that you couldn’t look." Geto gives a light smile. "Maybe if you look hard enough, you’ll feel full." He chuckles, and the rest of the group mirrors his laughter toward Ume.

"Perhaps Geto-sama should remind you of when our quarters' sleeping time is," a member says to Ume, who bites back a sharp retort before replying.

"Our sleeping time is at 8:30 p.m.," Ume says.

Geto hums in approval. "And your wake time?"

"5:30 a.m.," Ume and the rest of the group reply in unison.

Geto nods. "And in the meantime, I expect things to be done, and that is...?"

"Beds to be made with new sheets and pillowcases, us to be changed into our clothing, mantras of the day done, and to be down for breakfast at 9:00 a.m.," Ume answers.

Geto nods in approval. "And if you are not following the right morning routine?"

"No breakfast," the crowd replies.

"And it’s only for?"

"Our own good," the crowd echoes.

"Very well, then," Geto says. "Let’s feast."

Maybe one day I will do my own little Suguru Geto Cult Rule Book lmaoooo

Did we ever get a name for the little group Geto has because I don't want to just have it as the Star Religious whatever but I want like a cool little cult name maybe I'll think one up for them something like "The Ascended Star Order"

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UPDATE

For anyone that was interested Sorceress of Agustrius has been released on Character.Ai so enjoy using this link below:

Sorceress of Agustrius x Ex Warrior Suguru

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A Fly caught in a Spider's Web: Suguru Geto x Reader: Chapter 1

Hey Everyone! It is xMariiiTamiiix

Recently I have been thinking about going back to writing and I thought there was nothing better to write about then writing about one of my recent interests Suguru Geto this fic is mostly going to be based off one of my Character. AI bots "Like a Fly caught in a Spider's Web"

Now because I know not everything in this fic or in later chapters that I will write is not going to be everyone's cup of tea I want to make a list of things that are present in this first bit so in case any of you guys are sensitive to these topics you have the option to opt out of it before I leave you to your own devices

TW for Abuse of Power, Emotional Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Discrimination, Cult-Like Behavior, Violence/Threats of Violence, Dehumanization, Minor Self Harm not the reader, Humiliation

Other than that Enjoy~

The air was cold, chilling even. Your black heels clicked on the wooden flooring of the meeting room. You took a breath, taking in the smell of earthy incense that made you relax as you sat before the stage with Ume.

Ume.

"Come on, Yui, please! You have to come with me to the Meeting," Ume pouted.

"Do you think that pout's gonna make me want to come?" Yui replied, lifting a brow.

"Can't a girl try?" Ume said with a gleam in her eyes and a grin.

"I don't even know why you want me to come so badly. You know this kind of stuff isn't my scene," Yui replied as she closed the brochure.

"I promise, if you give Geto-sama a chance, you will love every moment there," Ume said firmly. It was enough firmness to tilt the tide for you. Your eyes moved to the brochure again. The scroll’s message read: Death to the Fool, Punishment to the Weak, Love to the Strong.

Yui let out a long sigh. "If this truly means something to you, then I guess I can come with you."

Ume clapped excitedly. "Then it is decided," she said with a gleam of joy in her eyes. She leaned her weight against the armrest of your couch, moving back once you wordlessly scolded her not to.

"You're not going to regret this. Geto-sama is amazing."

Regret.

That's the exact feeling you felt the moment his violet gaze locked on you. A gaze that was once gleaming with joy and lightheartedness narrowed down on you, dull and dangerous. His voice lost the light tone he once used with the crowd as he said, "So, I guess we're letting anyone in here, huh?" He strode back and forth on the stage. Your eyes moved to the way his hand tightened around the microphone, your blood running cold, heat rising in your body as everyone in their seats turned their heads to look at you, except Ume, who sat beside you.

"Um..." Yui looked around. "What?"

Yui mentally facepalmed. You weren’t lost on the way Ume’s hands clenched her skirt as she went stiff.

"What is a vile monkey doing in my ranks?" he voiced over you, causing you to flinch back.

"What do you mean, 'monkey'?" he sneered.

"Monkey. Monkey, as in unevolved, weak, pathetic." He moved to the edge of the stage, his eyes locked on your form. "The very thought... this situation... it's so disgusting I could vomit." You kept your eyes down. "Pathetic monkey with no Jujutsu," he hissed lowly, his eyes burning into you.

Your eyes slowly drifted up to Suguru.

"Don’t look at me," he bristled.

Your eyes immediately dropped to the ground again. "I’m sorry. I just came here with my friend," you gestured to Ume seated beside you as Ume winced.

"Geto-sama!" Ume said, but with the rise of his hand, Ume lay back in her seat, biting her lip.

"Ume..." Yui said slowly. Your eyes took in her form as she tucked a soft brown shoulder-length tuft of hair behind her ear. Her brown eyes moved to you.

"Yui, I—"

You looked away to Suguru, whose sandal was tapping against the wooden floor of the stage. It was only a matter of time before he lost his cool, so you did the only thing that seemed right at the moment.

You stood up, moving sideways until you returned to the center aisle and started going up the stairs to leave. Your heart dropped to your stomach at the sound of steps behind you, drawing close.

"Not so fast, you mutt." Geto's arm grabbed onto your upper arm and pulled you back.

"Don’t touch me!" you shouted as you turned around to face him.

"Excuse you," he replied. His taller frame loomed over you as you subconsciously buckled under it, stepping backward.

"All you monkeys are the same, cowering and hiding when things get tight," he said as he stalked after you.

"How did—" He cut you off.

"I had my gut feelings," he said. "Because unlike you, I am strong, not tied down to the bare minimums you all are."

He wasn’t bluffing. His eyes were on you as he spoke of his doctrine of superiority over the normal kind—the non-sorcerers. But your presence was new; he could tell this was your first time here as you were clumsy with the group’s traditions. Each time he guided the group into wine drinking, you were always the one behind, your head whipping side to side watching, trying to follow along.

It would have been adorable had he not had his suspicions of you. How else would you test to see if someone was a sorcerer? He had questioned. The answer to him was the ability to see, along with exercising cursed spirits. His hand had risen as he summoned four small cursed spirits that the crowd, including Ume, zoned in on in confusion. He could tell you were curious about the gazes of people looking at a random spot of nothing on stage.

"There’s nothing there," you muttered to yourself.

Suguru’s eyes widened in recognition of your lip movement. They then narrowed, but he continued on with his speech, no matter how disgusted he was. He allowed the cursed spirits to surround you—one in front of you, one behind you, one to your right, and one to your left. He hadn’t cared what Ume or the person on your other side thought, much more interested in watching you squirm. He faced the crowd, speaking to them confidently as he watched the cursed spirits nip at you, causing your hand to move to the spots and rub at them, your head whirling around as you wondered why this was happening before deciding they were mosquitoes.

"What a stupid monkey," he thought, his eyes raking over your form—the way your hair moved with each head movement, the way your brows furrowed in confusion, the softness of your hand as it rubbed some spots on your body where the cursed spirits nipped at you. Your eyes moved to his, and he stiffened, his words faltering for a split second. One part disgust, one part heat overtook him, albeit briefly.

"Disgusting," he hissed in his head.

"Just let me leave!" your voice cleared him from his recollections. Geto’s gaze locked down on you.

"Why would I let you leave now, huh?" His hand grabbed onto your upper arm again, pulling you toward him. "After you bared witness to my teachings?" he hissed.

Your hand pushed at his chest, which further enraged him. "Who said you could touch me?" your eyes narrowed on him as you continued to push at his chest.

"You're touching me," you countered.

"Geto-sama, please!" Ume said, trying to reason with him as she walked over.

Geto’s head turned to Ume. "Ume, you have disappointed me." Ume stilled. "You know that we don’t associate with them." He let go of your upper arm, sending you back a couple of steps as you beelined to the door, not without him marking you as cursed spirits trailed behind you. "What were you thinking?" he questioned.

"I was—"

Geto cut her off. "It just doesn’t seem like you were thinking in the first place."

Ume stopped, her eyes on Geto, brows furrowed. "Geto-sama, I—"

Geto walked to her and placed his hand on top of her head. "You weren’t thinking, were you?" he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Those creatures don’t care for anything but themselves. I can assure you of that." He moved his hand down Ume’s hair, stroking it as if it were the fur of a pet. "They’re unevolved, lacking the advanced skills we, truly worthy people, have. That’s why they are monkeys. They are animals—ones that need scolding, ones that need to be exterminated."

Ume met his eyes once more. "You betrayed me, Ume," he said in a disappointed tone. Ume’s lip trembled.

"I’m sorry," she said in a shaky voice, her eyes filling with uncried tears.

"I forgive you, but I can’t let this be." His eyes met Ume’s with some sympathy. "I have to teach you a lesson to ensure that you know what’s right," he said, waving his finger at her. "You're too kind and caring for your own good, to people who don’t deserve it at all." Ume nodded. "That characteristic, albeit nice, hurt us." His hand motioned throughout the room as he fished for his disinfectant spray from the sleeve of his Gojo-kesa. "You inflicted us all with the stench of a monkey," he said as he began to spray himself. The crowd gasped at that realization, and Ume’s eyes moved to them as she watched everyone pat themselves in disgust—some groaning, others giving her disapproving looks.

"Look at your fellow sisters and brothers," he said, turning to face the crowd. "They’re suffering because of your actions." Ume said nothing.

"Everyone," Geto’s arms outstretched as he addressed the crowd. "Please go to your assigned showering quarters. We simply cannot bear the stench of that of the lowly creatures." His arms lowered as everyone stood, leaving the room to do just that.

He then turned to Ume. "As for you..." He stood over her. "You are to be present for supper," he said.

Ume met his stern gaze. "But you are not allowed to eat with us," he shook his head, as if the thought of her not being able to share their supper tonight upset him. His lips trembled as he backed away. "You’re dismissed," he said with a hint of hurt, watching Ume’s reaction as she lowered her head and started her sluggish walk to the showering quarters.

Once everyone had cleared from the auditorium, he moved his gaze to the door that you had left from while he turned to discipline Ume, glaring at it with unadulterated hatred.

"You damned monkey," he hissed. "Don’t you dare think this is the end of it." He clenched his fists hard, his hand starting to bleed from his nails cutting into his palm. He then looked at his hand and took sharp breaths.

As of right now I am unsure how many chapters this is going to be but nonetheless I hope that you guys enjoy this

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New Bot Idea

I am making up a new Bot this one is gonna have the header of "Sorceress of Agustrius"

To summarize this basically it takes place in the Kingdom of Agustrius you are a Sorceress and years ago there was this war on Magic against people who don't wield it, Suguru Geto in this was a member of the King's Guard who fought in this war and after leaving the King's Guard isolated himself from others now being referred to as the Lone Man of Agustrius he is in there because he is in need of a potion after hurting his hand in a small accident.

I am still working on the character definition but once I have it finished I will be releasing him.

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Truth

I live for Male Wife Suguru tbh

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Cooking

Right now I am cooking up the bot for the Detective X Detective AU and honestly the chief Detective was cooking with this pairing fr fr

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Pt 2 All my Bots

Cult Leader Suguru x Non Sorcerer User: Now this one is the chat where I just wanted him to lowkey just be nasty but not in the ;) way but in the he senses you are a non sorcerer and he feels nauseous because of that and so he is like "So we letting everyone in here now?" with a sneer way like he hates your ass but low-key I would say gets off on the power dynamic that having you in his little cult gives him. in the perfect chat I would envision you just being trapped with him and basically a servant now because I also said he did get off on the power dynamic that leaves a little something, something if you know what I mean there I would say he could get attached to you and because I want him to low-key be nasty I would apply heavy emotional manipulation and forced parenting (Like using Mimiko and Nanako to keep you within his grasp) in this Chat cursed techniques are a thing but I don't trust Character Ai to portray them well unless you add them in they aren't really going to have much action but if I was able to incorporate them in well I would say he uses the Cursed Spirits as surveillance over you or to torment you and to keep you there within his grasp and play as your savior maybe low-key even trying to turn you against other Monkeys. in all I would say this would be one of the chats were you would choose the bear in real life.

He's hopelessly Devoted to You: In this you are a deity, a god basically and he is your devotee matter of fact he is your most loyal one. Now in the introductory chat his village (Named Yomigaeri) where he is a mere farmer is dealing with a heavy winter where crops are dying as well as animals and people and in a desperate measure he comes to you clad in only a black robe and begs for your assistance to help his people go through the winter and he pledges that he would do anything for you to do this absolutely anything ;) but that is something that you yourself can come up with in the chat

Summertime Sadness: this is my go at the depressed Suguru bots lmaooo now in the introductory message this is implied to take place after the Riko incident and everything where he is questioning himself and his resolve you know in the character definitions I made this character as more of a notice the signs kind but you can go whatever route you wanna go but basically in all don't ask once ask twice and be there for your loved ones you never know

Ten things I Hate about You.. AU: this one is self explanatory if you have seen the movie that bears the same name but to break it down for you guys in this chat you are in a college and you have a older sister by the name of Saori who is bright and popular and all that (honestly you go girl) while your not.. (my bad) now because your father is worried for your futures he has placed on the rule because Saori and a guy named Ryuu are wanting to go out and he doesn't necessarily want that to happen fearing what it could do to her studies and all that says unless you date she cannot date mostly because he thinks that hell would freeze over before you would ever date someone so Ryuu and Saori both hatch a plan where they have Suguru go and try to date you for some cash (Now when I made this bot I was thinking that it was kinda weird that the father would be all up and arms about dating so I decided though this isn't too much better it was because of the fact that he was paying for both your educations and it isn't cheap)

Game Over: Play Again?: In this your favorite video game character (wink wink nudge nudge it's Suguru) first finds out that his love interest is in love with another (A friend actually to add to the sting) he comes home to a destroyed village, his hometown if you will, and now in the end he becomes the very creature that he sought out to destroy and dies and you are rightfully frustrated by this. the next day while still frustrated about this you get isekai'd (Damn that stupid truck) and wake up in a all too familiar room and a all too familiar face attending to you (Hint: It's Suguru, and Because in this new world you basically fell from a tree literally) so your having a moment where you are rightfully panicking and also going through the plot of the game (It's basically a adventure game where you are killing monster and shit and I can't think of any examples to name at the moment) You come to realize that you have taken the place of Suguru's fiancee in the game but the problem is the fact that you die in the first act due to a Monster killing you and in the introductory message as well you are also aware that also with Suguru about to inform you of the fact that he plans to venture out with the Monster Hunting Crew he has in the game (MHC Group) which starts the game (Because after this the next morning you both would wake to the Monsters attacking the village and you die and that's how the game would start). You have a main character moment where you are like this is finally my chance to fix his story and your wanting to get him his happiness while also being like well since I am stuck in this world now I guess I will also venture for my happiness as well

And they were Roommates...: this chat is supposed to be lighthearted and fun with the introductory message talking about the fact that you both met at one of Satoru's house parties and hit it off as friends and actually ended up becoming roommates I poke a little fun at this but you can basically just treat this as a Slice of Life chat bot but like I said in the introductory chat this would be a Slice of Life chat if the main characters were perpetually broke and on the verge of running out of instant noodles also Suguru is a server at a restaurant in this so yeah :))))

Who is He?: in this chat you are still reeling from the fact that it has been a year since you lost your lover (Suguru) who died and while I don't necessarily say the day that the imposter (Kenjaku) appears I want it to be implied it's on his death date (To add some sting) honestly this one along with Rumor has it a Vampire is dwelling within a Castle

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Note: Names and such things may change in this chat like I don't necessarily want to leave things off as something blank X user. I will share updates from now on about any changes I may do to bots.

New bot ideas coming soon... maybe if I don't veto them at the last moment....

Body Guard Suguru X Star User

Officer Suguru X Thief User

Detective Suguru X Detective User: The New Couple on Penny Ave

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All my Bots in One Go ;) jk I will break this Up Pt 1

So it has been a while since I have been on here but I just want to come on here and go ahead and make a updated list on the bots that I have in Character AI for you guys everything is going to be linked and will/should send you directly to chat with them.

Wait..Choose her not Me!: This is a King Suguru Geto x Lady in Waiting User chat where basically in a short amount of words you are accompanying the Princess of Cordelia as she is at the Kingdom of Sedalia where a competition is being held to win the hand of the newly Crowned King Suguru but it turns out that the King's type of Women may not exactly be Royalty ;)

Choose One of Them not Me! (Princess Version): as the title may suggest this is the version of Wait.. Choose her not Me! where you are now the Crowned Princess of Cordelia and are main center in the competition to win the hand of the newly crowned King Suguru of Sedalia now the thing with this one to like attempt to spice it up a little I decided to go with the route that because of the fact that you are due in to take your father's position as Heir to the Throne and who in this chat is named King Luan of Cordelia and actually sick (When I test this Chat I will actually involve him and this fact in to eventually have that OH we need to go back to Cordelia princess because your father died and it is time for you to take your rightful place moment lol blah blah blah) you don't necessarily want to compete in this competition (Marriage isn't necessarily on your mind right now) but because of your mother Queen Consort Odette of Cordelia who wants you to marry (In my mind she has been substituting for the King due to his sickness) you arrive to compete in Sedalia to appease her

Rumor has it a Vampire is dwelling within a Castle: FUN FACT: This one is one of my first bots that I have created but basically to summarize this bot you are a vampire hunter that has made their way to this gothic Castle because you have heard rumors from villagers that a vampire lord resides within that castle. and who is that Vampire Lord you may ask? Well Suguru of course, honestly for this one I might rework this one

Lone Survivor X Dark Prince Suguru Geto: Now in this one it kinda has that dark fantasy esque feel to it or at least I think so where you are this lone survivor in your village of Veileana in the introductory message you are at this point where you are toe to toe with Suguru as you realize the depths of destruction that he Suguru Geto the Prince of Neeavas caused the only word he utters to you in the introductory message isn't even really directed to you it's to his men as he remarks that there is a survivor and tells his men "to tie up loose ends" and now because he's a little freak in this chat he is really into the whole lone survivor who isn't giving up no matter how much he tries to break them thing which is umm something

Criminal Suguru x Officer User: Now in this chat you are in a one on one meeting room with Suguru who is in jail and while I don't have his sentence put in the introductory message personally what I think his sentencing is Life Imprisonment without the Possibility of Parole now because this is not a AU where we have cursed techniques (granted most of these chats don't necessarily have them involved) I kinda wanted to keep the Cult Leader activities involved in so in his name in the chat numerous murders were committed baring this ritualistic signature to it due to his own twisted ideology that he has where he believes himself to be a higher being and destined to cleanse the world of those he deems unworthy a self proclaimed harbinger of a new order which I mean I guess works with his character vaguely? anyways you are a Officer who in an attempt to solve these grisly murders that have started that share a similar signature to his crimes despite his incarceration is trying to dive into his mind to try to at least get some insight that he may share

The Home Economics Professor: In this chat I wanted to have a mmm husband material moment though I don't necessarily plan on making a husband Suguru bot anytime soon (I just don't have any ideas for it) now this one is the one that also has some summarized lore where you actually wanted his position in the past but the University gave it to him and made you the Chef Instructor so because of that you two low-key had some beef and because the University (Called Alveria University) really wanted to keep you both their remedy for this was to basically have you guys share a class and within one semester you both get to merge your class and do some joint teaching (But alas due to the 2048 character limit we don't get to have that beef) so in the introductory message you both are chilled out and semi friends or just friendly coworkers and you find out that Suguru in this recently adopted Mimiko and Nanako because you noticed he has been so tired lately

Vampyre Rockstar Suguru x Truth Seeking User: Now I don't know what's with me but I have been wanting to do some more Vampire bots but I don't just want to continuously do that so to pacify myself (Though I have one more Vampire idea) I made this bot where Suguru is this famous Rock Star and serves as the guitarist and lead vocalist of the band "The Curse" he in this chat is know for his looks, his talent, and the fact that in this chat he totally gets it and I'm talking hook ups now he is about to kick start a world tour and in the introductory message you are at Show One because you are wanting to seek out the truth from something that you have seen from Internet forums and articles where there is this pattern you noticed that with each of these hookups that he has in these shows he does (in the chat he actually with a nod marks several women to invite backstage to woohoo with that I low-key may actually edit to just be individuals because you know what it could be men or women) people go missing without a trace and because he is otherworldly he does have a clue that you may MAY be here for that and so he is all sending a smirk your way and stuff but he slips up a little bit because you do in fact catch sight of his rather sharp teeth that indicts he may be more than what meets the eye

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Note: Names and such things may change in this chat like I don't necessarily want to leave things off as something blank X user. I will share updates from now on about any changes I may do to bots.

New bot ideas coming soon... maybe if I don't veto them at the last moment....

Body Guard Suguru X Star User

Officer Suguru X Thief User

Detective Suguru X Detective User: The New Couple on Penny Ave