Waifu X Reader

Rize Kamishiro x Fem! Reader (Tokyo Ghoul)

Warning: Mentions of Blood, Death, Violence, Minor cursing, and stuff of the like

Author-san: No— I totally did not suddenly just remember Rize and went, "oh I need to write something about momm—"

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"Haah!..."

Rize's bite sank further away onto your shoulder. She grabbed you tighter, preventing you from getting out of her grasps as she licked the dripping blood on you.

"I'm feeling kinda greedy today, little cookie. Stop struggling so much."

Pain soared through your body. Rize took another bite. Your wound-filled back has another scar to add to its collection.

"You're so delicious— and so pretty with all my lovebites, sweetie."

Tears flowing out of your eyes, you panted, every breath making you shudder and quiver in pain. Grunting, you tried to stand straight, falling as your legs shook and gay— gave out.

Opening your eyes, you look at the man in front of you. He gave you a very concerned and worried look before speaking to you.

"Ma'am, I don't know what's going on with you, but you've got to ge extrat help. You're starting to become a regular here, and it's not something that I'm really glad about as a doctor." Looking at your emotionless eyes, he sighs.

"Here is the prescription. Don't let your wounds get infected, you have so many of them. I really think you should get your animals trained... you always come back with your flesh off of you."

Grabbing the paper, you thanked him and walked away. Immediately, you bought all the necessary medications for your wounds and went home. You grabbed your kit and started changing your bandages, cringing at the pain and how icky it felt from your old and fresh wounds.

It didn't take you long to finish changing your bandages as well as placing medications. After, you took your boning knife from the kitchen and placed it in your bag.

Wearing a large dark hoodie, you waited for dusk to set before heading out. Wandering around the streets of the city, you went through small and narrow alleys looking for your next victim.

A few minutes later, you find a man, seemingly high, muttering and laughing to himself. Approaching him, he notices you and launges at you.

"DuDe you've gotta try these out bro fuck!" He spoke, saliva dripping on you.

Repulsed by the guy, you try to get him off of you. He screams and cries when you do so, throwing a childish tantrum on the ground.

"P-please just stop struggling," you groaned in frustration as you straddled the man, attempting to get your knife either through his neck or eyeballs.

He kicked and made a fuss, shouting curses at you and crying. His voice was ear-piercing and annoying. You wanted him to shut up.

Tired from all the struggling and muscles starting to relax, the man had begun giggling instead. You took this opportunity to slash his neck, immediately stabbing his eye afterwards. You continued this, pulling your knife in and out until the man was lifeless. Groaning, you started dismembering his limbs and sorting them out on your large bag.