Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Kidnapping A Sage's Wife

Warning for injury of the reader. And threat/attempt of sexual assault. The pov jumps around a little. I put a ... in between to make it more clear. Also reader is also a Toad Sage.
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You cringe when the rope was tugged on. Your wrists are pulled apart and tied. Almost like crucifixion position with your arms completely spread out. You're on your knees and the ground underneath you was hard on them. The walls around you are made of earth and it's dimly lit by one burning oil lamp in the middle of the room. You're underground and there's a faint rumbling in the distance. You aren't sure where you are or how to escape.

Mostly, you just feel foolish. How could you be so dumb as to get caught? Jiraiya was gonna be mad. This is like the one thing he told you not to do. You scowl and sneer at any of the men who dare to get close. You try to keep them back. But what can you do? You're at their mercy for the moment. There's no defining features on the people who captured you. They just look like brigades. Sell swords and academy dropouts. A third party hired to deal with you rather than the main culprit. Which felt more insulting. Like you aren't even worth the time of whatever organization wanted you out of the way. They rather have some low lives do their dirty work rather than deal with you themselves. Sheesh. Assholes.

You yank on your bonds when one of them approaches from behind. Their hands touch your clothes. To match your husband, you often wore old fashioned clothes like kimonos. You wore them by themselves or with hakama. You thankfully had your big comfy hakama on. The wide leg pants gave you some sort of security as your kimono was pulled off of you. It revealed your shoulders and back.

"Well I will say one thing." The leader of this little show walked around you like you were a piece of display art. "This Jiraiya fellow has great taste in women."

You sneer and fight it as the man brandished a whip. He smiled at you. Creepy jackass won't get anything from you. He's got a big body to do big damage. This is going to hurt like hell.

"So tell me, pretty girl." He spoke with a strong air of confidence. "Just how much does your husband love you?"

You grip onto your hands and prepare for the strikes.
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Foolish. Idiots! Jiraiya pushes past everyone and the door rattles when it's pushed past it's hinges. He's never been so angry. How dare these people lose his damn wife! Who does that? What does he have to do to get good help? And how dare they suggest he shouldn't go find you! You're his wife! His whole god damn world! The woman he loves is in danger and he'll go on a war path if he has to. He leaves the Hokage's estate in a blind rage. Why they told him in a building was a mistake. He yelled and almost threw something out a window.

He stopped at the gate. What does he do? Where does he go? There's no leads he was given. No one really knew where you were taken. That doesn't matter. He'll find you. No matter what. He savagely bit open his thumb before weaving the signs so damn fast.

"Find her." He ordered cold and firm to his tracker toad.

His summon didn't even protest. They all knew better than to argue with Jiraiya when he's mad. It's a rare thing to see, but it happens. And when it happens, it's a cold fury with no mercy. Jiraiya isn't the type to normally tap into these range of emotions. He prefers to be positive and level headed. But when he does tap into these emotions, it'll fuel him until this conflict is at an end. This is no time for sarcastic comments and coy grins. It's time to strike down his enemies and save the one he loves. The toad hopped off. He grit his teeth and followed. He won't just sit around, it'll drive him insane. He'll do everything to find you.
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You cry out. The whip came down on your back. It hurt like a son of a bitch. You bite your lip and resist the urge to cry out again. You don't want to give them anything, not even expressing your pain. You can't see it, but you can feel it. The blood dripping down from your open wounds. It ranged from one wrist to the other with no skin in between unmarked. Your captors were getting frustrated. One was kneeling in front of you, eyes narrowed. Staring at you with a thoughtful frown.