AFAB!Reader, Ajin Demi Human x Gachiakuta, a little bit of a harem, morally grey reader
This is the first part to a series of a girl who was invincible. A girl who could die more times than she could count on all of her phalanges. But unlike the rest of these slubberdegullpion’s, she came back. every. fucking time.
A crossover between Ajin Demi-human and Gachiakuta. Where you are an Ajin, not by classification, think of it more as a gift only you possess. Your vital instrument threads deep into your bones, making you immortal.
WARNINGS: This will include d3ath, violence, explicit language, themes of se!f h4rm, detailed scenes of t0rtvre(future chapters), and d3ath in general. Please head this warning.
NO MANGA SPOILERS FOR EITHER ONE!
You are an immortal soldier, a deity some might say. An angel, or a devil. You were all of it. And it was the most thrilling thing your life has ever offered you.
The ground was a filthy place, filled with fools who didn’t know the difference between what came out of their asshole and mouth. You grew up in a poor area, a mom who was drunk on the dirt riddled couch and a dad who.. well, you weren’t sure. Your younger sister stayed in a hospital three miles from town, where you’d visit sometimes and bring her peaches and strawberries from the garden you were making.
Despite all of the hardships, you like to believe your life was peaceful. Sure, you had to steal sometimes and maybe got into a few fights a week, but all of that just made you better, stronger, more lethal.
You didn’t have anything you took care of, object wise. Nothing that you had ever gotten in life had much value to you. Except for your bandages.
You were a girl, and you were small as a child. Smaller than most, but that didn’t stop you from whoopin’ ass to whoever deserved it. You’d like to say you did it for survival, but really, it was the adrenaline the fight gave you that left you wanting more.
You were constantly wrapped in thick bandages, cotton ones that could stay on and be washed. Your younger sister would often wrap them for you, telling you,
“(Y/N), you should really be the one in the hospital instead of me..” She laughed, shaking her head as she finished your arm. They covered most of your body, and half of them were self inflicted. Not in the way some might think, don’t get it twisted. You were just adventurous, and when you were fighting you were running, with a bag of goods that was the cause. So, you’d get yourself hurt, but it was never anything you couldn’t handle.
You ruffled your sisters hair, earning complaints from the younger girl. She had chronic illness, forced to stay in the hospital on most days. She got one day a week to go out, and when she did you’d take her to places you’d found on your adventures, pretty places, as pretty as it could get on the ground, anyway.
The two of you were close, you’d like to think. She was the only family you truly had. Of course, you had friends, though. You were charismatic, chatty, eccentric, and most of all, you were loyal. People liked that about you. Making connections got you things, like food, sometimes flowers or trinkets, others time even shelter.
You liked your life, it was just how you wanted it. It was fun, you were always making a good time for yourself no matter where you were or what happened to you. Always living life to the fullest.
Suppose, that’s how you ended up where you were now. A shadow looming over you as a foot, made of trash and used goods, came down on you. You don’t remember much about it, just maybe the sickening crack of every bone in your body being crushed into the dry ground below you, and the feeling of being.. for lack of better vocabulary, flattened like a pancake. You’ve never had a pancake, but you were sure this is what it felt like to be one.
Everything was dark, nothing was left but a mangled corpse, the man above you had reported.
Then a sound came, crackling like roaches in a chip bag or static from an old TV. Fizzling, was what it was. The sound your body was making. Your bandages, that had been pressed into your body forcefully and combined with your limbs, had began to darken, turning a black color. Slowly, but not slow enough, your body had began to untwist and mend itself back together. The fizzling sound combined with a crunch as your bones reformed and reconnected, returning to their normal state of being.
The bandages that had been tight around you as they reassembled your organs had loosened, and the black color they turned had faded back into an off white, looking cleaner than they did before.
And when the fizzling fizzled out, you took a breath. One that you shouldn’t have been able to make, on account for your lungs, ribs, and everything else in your being crushed.
You slowly and shakily lifted your arms to your sides, pushing yourself up off of the blood soaked ground beneath you. A grin cracked open on your face, a giggling sound beginning to bubble up from your throat at the tingling sensation your regeneration left behind.
Finally, you noticed a choked gasp in front of you, coming from a tall shadow covering your figure. You looked up, your eyes still having a faint glow to them.
Could you write something for Sato from Ajin: Demi-Human? I’ve been thinking about him on a motorcycle, like those TikTok thirst bikers showing off their muscles. I love this man so much! (She/Her fem reader) 🫶🏻♥️ Thank you in advance!!!
Lover girl
╰₊✧ Sato x Fem!Reader
╰₊✧ Synopsis: Sato takes you for a ride yet its cut short
╰₊✧ Inside the web: Fluff, kinda made it sad, "she" used
“Sato…what are you doing here?”
The words you say barely make it through the loud rumbling of the motorcycle Sato’s on. His blank face shifts to a happier one when he hears your voice. The motorcycle’s rumbling comes to a halt.
“I came to get ya’!” he chirps as he motions you to come to him.
“It’s 3 am.” You say, deadpan with a side of sleepiness.
“I know,” he responds. “The cops are asleep, so it should be fine, no?”
You look around the neighborhood but find only lit porch lights. You trust Sato, and he trusts you. He hasn’t put you in any danger whatsoever. To be honest, you missed him ever since he started his endeavors, but it’s too risky even if the “cops are sleeping”. And nothing has you immediately folding like the tiniest glimpse of his forearm. How toned and large it was despite his age.
“Okay.” You say sheepishly. “But let me put on pants first.”
“But I want to go right now.” He whines.
“My legs are showing…” You turn away with a pout.
“Just get your shoes!”
You weirdly do as you're told. Sitting on the porch, putting your shoes on as Sato watches you with a smile. The keys in your sweater’s pocket jingle as you hop onto the motorcycle. Sato gave you his helmet since he’d find it rather fun to take a hit to the head, despite your grievances. The helmet still had a faint aroma of him, the familiar smell of copper and cologne, which was funny since he was never into fragrances. You place your hands on his shoulders as you get closer to him.
Wait, cologne?
“Wrap your hands around my waist. It’s better that way.”
Heat rises to the back of your neck as your hands fall to the side of his shoulder, hovering beside them as you eye the rest of his uncovered arm. His muscles flexing as he grips the handle bars. You stop hovering and finally wrap your hands around his waist. Your fingertips brush against each other as you try to interlock your hands, burying your face in his shoulder as you feel his muscles through his shirt.
“Ready?!” Sato chirps up. You nod against his right shoulder, averting your eyes from him.
The motorcycle roared back up, its rumbling reverberating deep beneath your skin. Cool air rushes through any opening in your sweater, cooling your feelings off.
“I’m glad I came to see you,” Sato starts.
“Huh? What are you on about?” You ask.
“Tanaka almost convinced me not to see you,” he says. “Saying all sorts of stuff like: ‘She’ll get you caught’, ‘She’s not worth it’ or something like that.”
You frown. You briefly met Tanaka, but nothing came of it. He had no reason to know you, and neither did you. Considering Sato’s plans of domination, it would make sense that Tanaka would want Sato’s focus on this and not get caught. It’s not your fault. Sato does whatever he pleases.
“Maybe he needs friends,” you jest.
You watch as Sato’s eyebrows raise and his mouth opens slightly. You adored the way his face lit up even for the most unserious of matters.
“Ah, you’re right! Maybe he does need friends!”
Tanaka's gonna hate you all right. Sato gently taps one of your hands at his waist. He looks back and briefly flashes a smile before turning his attention back to the road. Your heart skips a beat, you quickly look down finding the white stripes that run across the road as your distraction.
You feel a faint buzz from Sato’s pocket just below your left arm. He pulls a phone out of his pocket, quickly turning it on and switching to messages. There’s a moment of silence before a sigh from the older man breaks it.
“What’s wrong?”
“The boys need me.”
All excitement leaves you as you process what he says. It hasn’t been that long, and he’s already being called away. You rest your head against his back, listening to the faint beat of his heart. Sato feels your hands gently pull at his shirt. He grabs one of your hands and interlocks his fingers with yours.
“We’ll see each other again, okay?” He says, sitting on his motorcycle while you stand on the path that leads to your house. You slowly nod as he places the helmet you took off on his head. He frowns upon seeing your face. “We’ll go somewhere you like, and no one will interrupt.”
You smile as you wave him goodbye. Feeling lonely as you stand lonesome on the sidewalk. You finally walk back to your house, the door to the neighbor's house suddenly opens. An older woman walks out and observes the street then to you.
"Heh! Goodnight, lover girl." She teases before going back inside.
You choke on air as you try to process her words. Lover girl? You scoff as your sit down on one of the steps below you. Pff lover girl. You cover your mouth with one of your hands, furrowing your brows.
A/N: Sorry if it's a little short, it's my first ever imagine, so I hope it's good. Enjoy!
(Y/N)'s POV
Being Kei's girlfriend was not easy. At all. Especially, since he still struggles with love demonstrations... well, actually he struggles with anything related to feelings.
But I don't care. He takes care of me in his own way and I couldn't be happier. But sometimes I would like to have him hugging me tight and telling me that he loved me. Sure, he said that to me before, but it's been a while since he did so. I'm just starting to worry. I get scared sometimes about him leaving me and finding someone else. Someone who's better for him. This is how I started my day. It's been a few weeks since I started thinking about this and I was tired of it. So, I decided to speak to him about this. I just hope he can understand it and not get mad.
I was lying in my bed, with my head full of these thoughts, when I heard a knock on my door. I got up and opened it just to see Kei standing on my doorstep. "You didn't come down for breakfast, is everything okay?" I nodded and moved aside to let him "yeah, everything is fine, it's just... I need to talk to you"
He walked into the room and sat on my bed "you don't want to break up with me, right?" I closed the door and turned around with my eyes wide "what?! No, no, absolutely not, I love you Kei, I'd never do that" "then, what do you have to talk about?" I sat next to him on the bed and turned around to face him.
"I just... have this feeling that you're getting tired of me, because maybe you found somebody else, someone who can understand you better than me, someone who can love you better th-" I was cut off by his lips smashing onto mine. I was taken back so I didn't respond to the kiss and he broke away after a few seconds.
"Listened to me, and listen carefully. No one will ever be more perfect than you, for me. You listen to me, you make me feel special. Damn, you're the only one who makes me really feel human. I love you and if I have to repeat it every second of every day to make understand that, I'll do it. But please, don't ever think you don't deserve me. It's the opposite if we want to specify that" I smiled a little and went closer to his lips. When I was only an inch away from them, I whispered "I love you too, Kei" and I kissed him. I let my hands go in his hair and he put his on my hips.
When he pulled away he bit my bottom lip and I giggled and he said "let's get downstairs before Tosaki-San comes here and catches us" I laughed a little and followed him downstairs.
I write hyper specific fanfiction. I write f!reader unless asked otherwise. I’m not afraid to write detailed g0re or about d4vgs. I typically portray reader as unhinged and funny as shit, unless asked otherwise. Most of my work will probably be centered around Ajin Demi-Human. I am very open to requests so feel free to dm or ask me for anything.
Fandoms
Ajin!Reader x Gachiakuta
Ajin!Reader x Bungo stray dogs
Gachiakuta x PASWG!Reader
Jabber and Zanka w/ a reader who struggles w/ @dd!cti0n
Ajin!Reader
Ajin!Reader pt.2
Ajin!Reader pt.3
Ajin!Reader pt.4
Giyuu x Tsuguko!Reader
PR Manager!Reader
PR Manager!Reader pt.2
PR Manager!Reader pt.3
Ajin! Reader/Dazai’s sister!Reader x BSD
+you can always ask if i’ve watched something because I have seen more anime’s than what is on this list, these are just what i’m more familiar with
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