#jinchuriki reader

Kakashi wandered about the training grounds during the night as he thought about Guy’s conversation earlier.

“ It’s sad to see your youth slipping away, Kakashi! You need a woman!” Guy commented as his brash voice spoke as Kakashi dismissed the Beta’s boast.

“ I don’t really have time for that. Soon, we will be assigned Genin for teams.” Kakashi spoke with a monotone voice.

“ It would be nice to see you with a woman. Someone to tame your Alpha nature.” Guy smirked as Kakashi huffed. Almost wanting to dismiss the Beta.

What people didn’t know was that there was someone he was trying to hide. Someone he deemed to protect. The way she showed off her bravado, her {E/C} eyes, the way she moved her body in a fight. He began to leap away as he swore he could hear her crying out. He found his way to her home.

“ {Y/N}, has it started?” He asked as her scent exploded after opening her balcony window. He looked at the woman on the bed, covered by the sheet. Her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze was in a daze. Her {H/L} {H/C} hair, strewn about her pillow.

“ Yes, Kashi. I’ve tried holding it off. I can’t.” She whimpered as her cheeks grew more flushed. He smiled underneath his mask as he crawled inside and stood above her. {Y/N} Sarutobi clutched her bed sheets as her scent drifted about his nose. The twenty-seven-year-old woman was a panting mess at his alpha scent. This man was a beast, waiting to sink his teeth into his prey. She could feel her inner beast moving about her mindscape.

“ He’s going to claim you.” The voice in her head spoke as she gritted her teeth. Her own tailed beast smirks inside. The ten-tailed wolf, Tsuki, was a caring creature with a boastful attitude, sealed inside her when she was just a child.

“ Oh god!” {Y/N} moaned as slick exited her pussy at just the mere thought. Kakashi ripped the bed sheet off to see her sweat-riddled mess. He took his mask off to reveal his face to her as she bit her lower lip. Was he really going to? After all these years?

“ I’m going to take care of you, Luna.” He smirked as she moaned. He was caressing her cheek, and just the simple contact was enough to make her heat roar to life. That nickname was something he called her for years.

“ Fuck!” She moaned as his hands began to trail down her body.

“ You are mine.” He growled in her ear as she weakly tried to paw at his jonin vest. He growled again as she froze. Her scent was driving him nuts!

“ I’m. Yours.” She whined as his hands trailed to her exposed chest. He smiled as he began to leave ghosting kisses down her neck and teasing the nape of her neck as he could hear her wild heartbeat.

“ She’s falling apart at my touch. She’s greedy, that's for sure.” He thought that she was a heavily breathing mess who couldn’t help it.

“ Such a good Omega. Don’t worry. We have all night.” He grinned before taking a nipple into his mouth as she cried out. Every sensation that he was giving her was euphoric and exquisite. His left hand began tweaking the left unattended nipple as she wriggled beneath him before he gave her right one a bite to calm her down.

“ Kashi, please. I need you to. Touch me.” {Y/N} moaned as she was feinding for more contact than what he was giving her.

“ Don’t be greedy now. I’m going to take my time with you.” Kakashi growled with a possessive nature. She froze under his body.

“ Take his time. Oh god! I’m going to fall apart, and he hasn’t even fully started yet! I’m fucked!” She thought as her mind reeled from a single stream of thoughts.

“ Keep your focus on me. I’m the only one here.” He growled as his hands ran down her sides, and he felt her scars that plastered themselves. 

“ You have it! Take me! I’m yours! I’ve always been yours!” She cried out as tears welled in her eyes, and he smiled before kissing her. Arms wrapping around his neck as her legs shivered before wrapping around his waist.

“ You’ve always had me.” He whispered before lifting himself to take his vest and shirt off. The body was marred with scars. She lifted herself and laid a kiss upon every single one. Kakashi groaned at the contact. This woman had known him since they became Genin. She fought with him and endured many battles by his side.

“ Take me, I’m yours. I’ve never thought about it any other way. I’ve saved myself for you.” {Y/N} whispered as her voice was clear. Kakashi smirked into her lips again before pulling back. He stood up, removed his pants, and kicked them aside. His cock slapped against his belly as there was a patch of silver hair above. Kakashi knelt so he could see the untouched core of his soon-to-be Omega. His Sharingan eye was closed, but he could see with his own eye that she was shaking as her core was wet and wanting.

“ Time to see how tight you are.” Kakashi growled as her scent was going to drive him into a rut. He smirked before licking a long strip upon her waiting core. {Y/N} gripped the bed sheets as it sent her back first into the bed. The contact was unbelievable; sure, her hands and toys helped, but this was something she desired. He focused on her clit as his tongue swirled the bundle of nerves.

“ Kashi! Fuck! Ah!” She moaned as she placed her hand on her mouth to attempt to muff her cries.

“ No need to hide.” Kakashi ordered her, then carefully slid a finger in and began curling it. {Y/N} moaned and cried out as the vibration of his words reverberated on her clit, and it made her legs almost tighten if Kakashi hadn’t stopped it with his free hand before sinking another finger inside of her core. He could feel the tightness wrapping around his calloused fingers.

“ You’ve craved this man for so long. The number of dreams you had of him above you is countless.” Tsuki gritted as she smirked. Her white fur and blue eyes glinted against her forest-like surroundings inside her cage.

“ Shut up! You overgrown bastard! How do you know anything!” {Y/N} yelled back in frustration as the ten tails chuckled at her jinchuriki's blushing inner form.

She was pulled out of her mind as she felt something beginning to tighten. She was slammed as she cried out! Her slick-coated fingers and mouth. Kakashi smirked as {Y/N} shivered and began breathing heavily. Her blue tetrogram seal appears on her stomach, then fades.

“ I’m alright. I’m ok.” She moaned while Kakashi was amazed by this woman. Kakashi crawled above her as her cheeks flushed to her neck. Her scent was glistening.

“ You’ve been so good, my omega.” He grinned while caressing her neck and cheek. He positioned the tip of his cock upon her unbroken entrance and began to tease the greedy hole.

“ Are you ready for me?” He asked as she nodded with such deep want and desire that it was brimming past her gaze.

“ I want you. I want all of you.” She whimpered at the rubbing and teasing. Her heavy breathing and unrelenting wetness were a clear sign that she desired and wanted him beyond anything she could ever achieve. Kakashi’s hand lay on her cheek before his lips encapsulated hers. He sank right into her blazing heat. She moaned out as her barrier broke, the scent of light blood permeated the air as her walls tightened around his shaft before he bottomed out.

“ Fuck. You are tight.” He groaned as she was so warm and inviting that he almost burst right then and there. He was strong and wouldn't falter. Not now!

“ Kashi! Please move! I need friction. I want to feel you.” {Y/N} moaned as she could feel him throbbing deep inside. Kakashi smirked before pulling back and sliding forward.

“ You belong to me. You are so warm, and your cunt will milk me for everything I have to give you.” He growled as he kept a slow yet agonizing pace. She nodded, fully agreeing.

“ I need words, my Omega. I need to hear you.” He ordered as she gulped at the now slower pace. She wanted the friction, and she wanted it badly.

“ I'm yours.” {Y/N} whispered as Kakashi stopped and looked right into her eyes.

“ I'll stop right here and now. I need to hear the words from your pretty mouth.” He threatened, his voice a low growl. {Y/N} whimpered as he began to pull out.

“ I'm yours, Kakashi Hatake! Take me! Ruin me! Mark me! Breed me full of your child!” She screamed—her heat in a full blitz that wouldn't quit.

“ There's my kinky Omega. Let me fill you with my baby.” Kakashi smirked before kissing her and slamming back into her tight cunt. {Y/N} nearly screamed before feeling one of his hands trailing between them and began to rub her bundle of nerves.

“ Katashi! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum.” She whimpered as the internal coil was tightening. Her walls began to squeeze him like a vise.

“ Cum around my cock, Omega. I want to feel you.” He gritted his teeth as he was holding back. She screamed his name while her walls fluttered and tightened sporadically around him. Kakashi found himself kissing up her body and on the nape of her neck. He began to suck a light mark on the spot as her legs tightened around his waist, beckoning for his release.

“ Do you need my knot, Omega? Use those pretty words.” He asked as he lifted his lips from her neck, seeing the red spot waiting for his claim.

“ Want your knot. I want your baby. I want it all!” She cried as he moved into a more sloppy rhythm. If that didn't strike the breeding drive that he needed, he didn't know what would. Kakashi places his lips back onto the sore red spot as he feels his knot beginning to form. The sound of skin slapping upon skin echoed through the room. He shuddered as his knot caught. Kakashi sank his teeth into the nape of her neck, and she screamed his name as she could feel his seed coating her walls. He nearly fell on top of her, but used his forearms to keep himself from crushing her.

“ It's filling.” {Y/N} whimpered as the hot feeling of his seed coated her walls, and his knot sealed her cunt tight, not to release any mixed fluids.

“ All for you, my dear Omega.” He whispered after licking the bite clean. He carefully rearranged them so he was lying on the bed with her on top of him.

“ I want what you desire. I want to breed a baby into you. I've wanted this for so long.” Kakashi whispered as she was taking in slow breaths to get used to the warmth and the size of his knot.

“ We'll have to inform Hiruzen.” Kakashi informed his claimed Omega as she gritted her teeth, feeling another wave of seed being pumped into her greedy pussy.

“ Can we please not mention my father right now?” {Y/N} muttered as Kakashi rubbed her back.

“ Of course." He replied as she carefully covered them both. Her eyes closed as the warmth put her to sleep. She knew that he could keep her safe.

“ My beautiful Omega.” Kakashi whispered. He had fallen in love with the jinchuriki long before he gained his eye. He never wanted to break her heart, and right here is where he wanted to stay. 

“ I won’t leave you alone. Never again.” He whispered as sleep dragged him down.

A Mission Turned Obsession – Initially, (Y/N) is just another target. A Jinchūriki, a key piece in the war, and someone he must subdue for the sake of his plan. But when he faces her in battle, he doesn’t expect the sheer ferocity she possesses—wild, untamed, and completely unyielding.

Respect Born from Strength – Madara has fought countless enemies in his lifetime, but (Y/N) is different. She isn’t just strong—she’s alive in a way he hasn’t seen in centuries. The way she moves, the way her chakra burns, the way she fights as if she is protecting something greater than herself—it fascinates him.

Their First Battle – It’s explosive. He underestimates her at first, expecting her to fall quickly, but she surprises him by forcing him to actually try. With each clash of their chakra, his amusement grows. She is infuriatingly stubborn, refusing to bow to him, refusing to give in. He should be irritated—but instead, he finds himself enthralled.

His Teasing Begins – After realizing she won’t fall easily, Madara starts playing with her. He dodges her attacks with effortless grace, makes taunting remarks, and smirks whenever she glares at him. -You have quite the fire in you. If I were alive, I might have enjoyed extinguishing it myself.- But deep down, he doesn’t want to put it out—he wants to own it.

Curiosity Turns to Infatuation – He wasn’t supposed to care. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything at all. But something about (Y/N) stirs something within him, something he thought long dead.

A Dangerous Fixation – Madara doesn’t fall in love like a normal man. He doesn’t court or woo—he claims. And yet, (Y/N) refuses to be claimed so easily. She fights him at every turn, meeting his intensity with her own. It infuriates him. It excites him.

He Stops Holding Back – The more she resists, the more he pushes. He doesn’t just try to capture her physically—he invades her mind, her thoughts. He speaks to her in battle with an intimacy that makes her shudder. -You fight so hard for a world that does not deserve you, little one.- His voice is low, coaxing, as if he is trying to plant a seed of doubt.

The War Becomes Personal – What started as a mission is now something much more dangerous. Madara finds himself wanting her for himself, beyond just the war, beyond just the plan. He starts altering his approach, ensuring she survives, even when it goes against his original intentions.

Jinchuriki’s are one of the most misunderstood and mistreated people in the Naruto verse. Kakashi’s girlfriend, or the reader, would not be an exception. The reader would have been subjected to social abuse since childhood. As a result, they are probably touch starved and socially awkward. Due to the lack of a social life, Kakashi’s girlfriend would have spent most of her free time as a child training and working hard. They would have figured out how to use their tailed beast’s power and would have established an emotional bond with it. I do not see the jinchuuriki aspect of the reader being a reason for Kakashi to not date her. 

Being a victim of a difficult childhood himself, Kakashi would have a decent idea of what his girlfriend would be going through. Initially in the relationship, both of them would be on guard and have their walls up. Kakashi would be the first one to bring his walls down and work with the reader to make her feel more comfortable in the relationship. He would be patient and give her time. 

 He would probably be the one to initiate physical contact. He would start with something small like pinkies touching when his girlfriend would get nervous in a public setting. Pinkies touching would turn into hand-holding under the table. I don’t think he would go any farther than reassuringly rubbing his girlfriend’s shoulder until he was absolutely sure that she was okay with it. I feel like six months into the relationship he and the reader would start to cuddle when either of them would feel down. I can also see him running his hands through the reader's hair when she’s had a bad day or laying his head on her lap while reading icha icha paradise.

 Due to the beast in her body, Kakashi’s Jinchuriki girlfriend would be a constant target. Kakashi knows his girl is strong enough to fend for herself but is still worried about her. He would want to make sure she is okay and see her off right before missions. He would also eagerly await her return and insect her to make sure she is not seriously injured. I assume Kakashi would take the excuse of making her stronger as a way to train with her. He knows she’s strong and could kick his ass if she wanted. 

Instant emotional turmoil

The moment he senses Isobu inside her, he goes still. Doesn’t speak. His expression drops blank in a way that isn't cold—it’s haunted.

It’s like a ghost walking into the room. Rin’s death defined him, warped him, shattered his ideals. And now here (Y/N) stands—gentle, alive, human—with the same beast Rin once carried burning quietly inside her.

He avoids her at first. Brushes her off. Keeps his distance like she’s a memory he can’t survive touching.

Torn between past and present

He keeps watching her, though. He can’t help it. Every time she fights, speaks, laughs, he realizes more and more—she isn’t Rin. She’s something else. Someone real, now.

But the guilt gnaws at him. Part of him hates himself for noticing how beautiful she looks when her chakra flares, how peaceful she seems when she sleeps, how alive she is.

And yet… she talks to him. Patiently. Like he’s not a monster. Like she sees him. Not the mask. Not the blood on his hands. Just… him.

Soft burn into obsession

The shift is slow. He doesn’t fall for her like lightning—it’s a long, aching descent. One day he realizes that she makes the rage quieter. The grief gentler.

Her bond with Isobu isn’t cursed, like Rin’s felt. It’s cooperative. Harmonious. She lives in peace with the beast, not burdened by it—and that alone changes something in him.

He starts talking to her more. Lingers a little longer during missions. Finds excuses to sit next to her around the fire, even if he doesn’t say much.

When she smiles at him, something fractures. He wants that smile to be his.

First time he touches her

It’s subtle. A hand brushing hers when they walk. His cloak draped over her shoulders when she’s asleep, even though he pretends it wasn’t him.

The first time he lets himself really touch her—cupping her cheek, brushing his thumb over her skin—he pauses, breath held. Half-expecting to see Rin’s blood again.

But there’s no horror. No scream. Just her, looking at him like he’s something worth loving.

When she finds out about Rin

She knows of Rin, but when she learns the full story—what she meant to him, what her death did—she doesn’t recoil.

Instead, she tells him softly: -Then let me be proof that you can love again, and this time, no one has to die for it.-

And that? That undoes him. He turns his face away, because crying in front of her feels impossible—but his hand tightens around hers like he’ll never let go.

Isobu’s reaction

Isobu is surprisingly calm about it. The beast has lived through tragedy already—he feels Obito’s turmoil before (Y/N) does.

Eventually, Isobu tells her: -This time will not end in blood. But he has to choose to believe that.-

Obito starts listening. Slowly. Maybe… maybe this doesn’t have to be a curse.

Their bond

They sleep back-to-back at first, tense, then with their hands linked. One night, she rolls into his chest, and he just holds her, silent, overwhelmed.

He’s still awkward. Still gets flustered. Still grunts out short, clumsy words when she kisses him.

Obito and (Y/N) were always outsiders. He was the boy who tried so hard but never measured up, always falling behind Kakashi’s brilliance. She was the girl burdened with something the village feared, treated as a walking weapon rather than a child. Their loneliness became a thread that wove them together—two misfits finding solace in each other.

(Y/N) was there through all of Obito’s fumbling attempts to win Rin’s heart. She listened to him gush, encouraged him when he felt hopeless, and even gave him terrible advice that, somehow, he always followed. "Just give her flowers, Obito!" "I tried! She thanked me like a teacher rewarding a student!" Through it all, she never let him feel like a failure.

When the years passed and they grew apart, (Y/N) remained a lingering warmth in Obito’s memories, a piece of childhood that wasn’t tainted by war. When they reunited as adults, however—when he saw her again, not as a girl, but as a woman—something shifted. She was still the same, yet different. Familiar, yet stunning. And suddenly, the emotions he used to have for Rin felt like echoes of something that had never been meant to last.

At first, Obito refuses to acknowledge it. He has lost too much, done too much. He does not deserve love—not after everything. But (Y/N) doesn’t look at him like a monster. She never has. She sees him—not Tobi, not the leader of the Akatsuki, not the man carrying a thousand sins. Just Obito. And that terrifies him.

He thinks he’s subtle, but he isn’t. His gaze softens when he watches her speak. His hands hover protectively when she’s near, always ready to catch her even when she doesn’t need saving. When she laughs, something inside him unclenches, as if, just for a moment, the weight of everything isn’t suffocating.

He doesn’t flirt like a normal person. He teases, like when they were kids. "You still talk too much, (Y/N)." "And you still sulk like a kicked puppy." He messes with her, steals things from her hands just to make her chase him, calls her by embarrassing childhood nicknames—but there’s warmth in every jab, in every playful nudge.

Obito is a man who has convinced himself that love is a weakness, that attachment leads to suffering. But she is the exception. The one thing he can’t turn away from, the one person who makes him want to be human again. He doesn’t know how to handle it, doesn’t know how to love in a way that isn’t all-consuming. And so, he struggles—because to love her means to risk losing her, and he doesn’t think he can survive that.

Maybe it happens when she brushes snow from his hair without thinking, her fingers lingering for a second too long. Maybe it’s when she stitches up a wound he barely noticed, muttering about how reckless he is while her hands tremble. Or maybe it’s the way she says his name—his real name—so gently, as if it isn’t tied to blood and ruin.

The core four – They are inseparable. If one of them is somewhere, the other three aren’t far behind. The Uchiha Clan quickly learns to expect chaos whenever the four of them are together, whether it’s friendly sparring, sneaking out of training to do something fun, or simply being an unstoppable force of camaraderie.

Shisui, the big brother figure – He acts like the older brother of the group, always making sure no one gets into too much trouble—but at the same time, he is also the biggest instigator. He drags (Y/N) into stupid dares, convinces Itachi to loosen up, and pulls Izumi into their mischief. He’s always the one coming up with crazy ideas, and somehow, no one can say no to him.

(Y/N), the wild card – As a Jinchūriki, she has an immense amount of power, but she also struggles with control. Shisui and Itachi help her train, guiding her through breathing techniques and chakra control, while Izumi is the first to comfort her when things go wrong. Despite everything, (Y/N) refuses to be left behind—she fights just as hard as they do, proving herself over and over.

Itachi, the voice of reason (most of the time) – He’s the most serious one but can’t stop himself from getting dragged into whatever plan Shisui and (Y/N) come up with. He watches over them, always calculating, always thinking a few steps ahead, but he softens the most when it comes to (Y/N). Her struggles with being a Jinchūriki remind him of his own burdens, and he often spends extra time training with her, ensuring she knows she’s not alone.

Izumi, the heart of the group – She’s the glue that holds them all together. Whenever Shisui and (Y/N) get too reckless, she’s the one scolding them, and when Itachi gets too lost in his own thoughts, she’s the one bringing him back. She’s endlessly supportive of (Y/N), making sure she never feels like an outcast because of the beast inside her.

Sparring matches turned into absolute chaos – Their training sessions never go as planned. Shisui constantly uses his speed to mess with them, (Y/N) taps into her Jinchūriki abilities to overpower them, Itachi counteracts them with perfect precision, and Izumi dodges and weaves between all three, refusing to go down easily.

Sneaking into forbidden areas – Shisui convinces them all to break the rules at least once. Whether it’s sneaking into restricted training grounds, stealing dango from the market, or trying to spy on high-level meetings, they always get caught—but never regret it.

Unbreakable loyalty – If anyone dares to insult (Y/N) for being a Jinchūriki, they have to deal with all three of them. Itachi’s silent but chilling presence, Shisui’s smug but threatening remarks, and Izumi’s sharp words are enough to make anyone back off. They don’t let anyone look down on their friend.

The first time Obito sees her again, standing across from him as an enemy of Konoha, something inside him stalls. She is not the same girl who used to drag him away from fights, the one who laughed with him under the trees, who wiped his wounds and told him he'd be Hokage one day. No—her eyes now hold the weight of something dark, something bitter. And for the first time, Obito realizes: she hates the village more than he does.

It isn’t the righteous fury of a hero fighting for justice. It’s colder than that. Sharper. A blade forged in years of resentment, honed in suffering. He listens to her words, the venom laced in every syllable, and for once, he doesn’t have to explain why the village isn’t worth saving. She already knows.

He can’t help but be proud of how strong she’s become. The power she wields, the control she has over the potency inside her—it’s nothing short of awe-inspiring. But beneath that admiration is something else, something aching. Because while he turned to the Akatsuki, while he convinced himself that love was dead, she was alone in that village, drowning in its cruelty. And he left her there.

Their reunions are a battle of wills. She stands before him, unyielding, a force to be reckoned with. And Obito—who once believed himself the only one who saw Konoha for what it was—finds himself caught between his past and his present. She is everything he lost. Everything he thought he could never have again.

-You abandoned me, Obito.

-I thought you were safe.

-Then you’re a fool.

She doesn’t hide her anger. He doesn’t try to justify his choices. They are both shaped by loss, by pain, by a village that never wanted them. And yet, they took different paths—her hatred a slow-burning ember, his a raging wildfire.

He doesn’t try to talk her out of it. How could he? She has every right to hate the village. If anything, he understands her better than anyone. Perhaps even more than Madara ever understood him. Because while he sought to erase the world and start anew, she—she wanted Konoha to suffer. To know what it felt like to be cast aside.

Despite it all, despite knowing she can take care of herself, Obito still watches over her from the shadows. He doesn’t interfere in her revenge, but he makes sure no one else gets to her first. He’s seen too many people he loves slip through his fingers. He refuses to let her be one of them.

She doesn’t know, but when he hears whispers of Konoha sending assassins after her, of ANBU tracking her movements, something in him snaps. The thought of her dying at their hands—of losing her all over again—is unbearable. And so, one night, he finds her. Confronts her. Stands between her and the war she is waging.

-If you keep going down this path, they won’t stop until you’re dead.

-Then let them try.

-I won’t let them have you.- The words slip out before he can stop them. And for the first time, she hesitates

He doesn’t tell her how much she means to him. He doesn’t tell her that, in another life, maybe they could have been something more. Instead, he just stays close, lingers in the spaces between war and vengeance, always there, always watching. Because no matter how much she hates the world—no matter how much she fights against it—she will never be alone again.