Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

He Came From The Woods

Vampire au! Prepare for the blood and the rough times as reader slowly dies from Jiraiya feeding on her.

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Three days ago, a man came to your small mountain village. A simple traveler is what he claimed he was. A man with no real destination in mind. Oh to live so free.

You've always been stuck in your small town. It would be nice to live how this man did.... But it's not like you can. You don't have the know how, you'd probably die falling off a cliff or getting stabbed by an angry random person. Nor do you have the funds, three meals a day and a bed every day? So expensive. This dude must be loaded or something. He's quite interesting. He suddenly emerged from the woods that surrounds the town. A tall figure that looked out of place, yet one with the trees.

His long white hair was as wild and free as the branches. His clothing is simple, like that of a man unassuming and lower class. A sage green set of masculine robes with a red haori. His skin incredibly fair that it was almost sickly. It made sense as he seems to only come out at dusk and under the moonlight. His pale complexion only made his red markings down his cheeks more prominent. They drew a line all the way to his eyes, which are most intriguing. Sharp and calculating. When he smiles they don't soften into a real affection. They are a little uncanny. The night you first saw him, you swear they caught and reflected the moonlight almost like how a feline's does. It could have been a trick of the light. You were simply walking by him in the street and not looking that hard.

This man was almost other worldly. His looks are unique. How he carries himself is just so... graceful. His steps are silent and he glides across the dirt roads of your little town almost like he isn't really apart of this dimension. His poise gives him away as maybe someone older. But his age is hard to find in his features. He didn't have many age lines to his face. So... late twenties, or early thirties? But he composes himself like he's seen the world in many phases. He's just... a mystery.

The other people in your town had noticed too. Women in particular have been flocking to him. He seemed to enjoy their attention. He answered their questions with a fond smile. Yet despite having his pick of women, he made his way to you. The one woman who didn't fall for his charms instantly. Why fall for a womanizer? He's probably a shallow prick.

Then he approached you. His intense dark eyes looked you over slowly. His lips parted and he asked you your name. You were mesmerized just from that. Like a spell was suddenly cast over you. You whispered your name. He was leaned in close to you. Your eyes were fixated on his lips when he told you his name. Maybe... maybe it's not a bad idea to get to know the traveler.

"Jiraiya." He introduced simply. His voice is deep and soothing to listen to. Eternally sturdy and calm.

Your brain stalled. What is there to ask that hasn't been asked before? He's been answering they same questions all night. Where he was from? What he did for a living? Why is he here? Did he have a significant other?

"The Land of Fire. I'm a writer that travels for inspiration. I heard this place was beautiful in scenery and women. No... but you could be while I'm here." He answered them all in a light hearted way.

"Why haven't I seen you during the day?" You asked. It was just something you noticed. He's been a real night owl, only emerging once twilight had claimed the sky.

Jiraiya continues to smile and he answered your question.

"I have a skin condition. Heat and sunlight causes my skin to blister." He explained. He didn't seemed bothered to share such a personal detail. "I travel by night and been staying in my hotel during the day."