#shion x reader

[drownedhorror]

More shion x reader wireplay……

Shion… wireplay…. X reader

[help-me-13]

Shion x reader- Second chance (part 2)

Shion x male reader

word count: 1300+

proofread: eh

Part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/help-me-13/823133440180453376/shion-x-reader?source=share

red is Shion, blue is you.

Things had changed, between you and Shion. Not enough for the whispers to start but definitely different from when you had first joined the ranks of the Hashimoto clan. Especially considering that you weren’t an omnic like she thought but a living, breathing human. At first, you thought it was because you were doing well, not fucking it up during missions and keeping on Shion’s good side.

But then, the… staring started. Lingering glances from across the room, the subtle looks when she must have thought you weren’t paying attention. It was almost every time you were in a room with her; she would give you a scrutinising up and down, judging you from head to toe. For what? You had no clue, you were just silently hoping you hadn’t screwed up in another way and not noticed.

You were about to find out anyway, as the lift climbed each floor towards Shion’s personal penthouse. There were two possible outcomes to this. One; you get promoted to co-leader or something or two; your about to get shot in the back because you did, in fact, royally fuck up. You were convinced it was the latter, considering you were currently holding the glass from your last one to one with her. No more time to dwell on it anymore though, as the elevator dinged and the door slid open to reveal the luxurious penthouse Shion had set herself up in.

And there she was, the lady herself, sat comfortably on the modern sofa that complimented the rest of the room’s décor. An open bottle of whiskey sat on the table in front of her, the same from last time (you recognised the label), you were just hoping it would end the same as last time too. She smiled slightly as you entered, a slight quirk of the lips, but it was still enough to unnerve you. Perhaps because you had never seen Shion smile sincerely.

“You made it, good. now, take a seat.”

Shion patted the cushion next to her, with maybe a little more force than necessary, and you gladly took the seat next to her. Now you were just waiting for the barrel pressed against your head… yet it didn’t come. Instead, she gently pried the glass from your hands, examining it in her palm before setting it down on the table next to the whiskey.

“And you brought the glass too, just like I asked. Good boy.”  

There was a sly undertone to her voice, but not quite mocking as she turned back to you, taking you in as you sat next to her. Shion kept her gaze on you for a while, paying close attention to your prosthetic arm. A sigh escapes her as she shifts to face you directly and begins tracing a line up the metal of your arm.

“You have piqued my interest, to say the least. So, I have a few questions considering your… anatomy, shall we say.”

Her hand had now reached your shoulder, her thumb rubbing up and down the seam where prosthesis met person. Her touch was firm, but not harsh. This wasn’t an interrogation from Shion, just a way for the omnic to satiate her new curiosity of you.

“How much of you is like this? How much of you is still… you?”

“Just my… arm and my eye. if it wasn't obvious.”

“ooh, feisty. So, you still need to eat and sleep like a regular person?”

“Yeah?”

“So why aren’t you?”

That made you freeze, tensing under Shion’s hand. She had realised that? Why does she even care? You tried to find an answer, at least on where you could make a reasonable excuse for why you hadn’t exactly been taking care of yourself. But what came out? A collection of ums and uhhs that made it very clear to Shion that you did not have an excuse for your behaviour.

“No, nothing? Then I really do have something to be concerned about.” There was something soft in her voice. Not mocking, not sarcastic but something… uncharacteristically gentle. You were so caught up in the tone of her voice you didn’t even pick up on the feeling of her cool palm against your cheek. Only really registering the touch when Shion brushed her thumb under your eyes.

You almost automatically flinched back, having not been prepared for the leader of the Hashimoto to lay her hands on you so gently. Shion also snapped out of it, pulling her hand back and settling back into the seat like nothing had happened. An awkward silence hung as the air as you regained composure, trying to remove the tint on your cheeks with sheer force of will. It was finally broken by Shion clearing her throat turning back to you with feigned nonchalance.

“Because I can’t let one of my best operatives destroy themselves, obviously.” The softness was gone now or at least hidden under the usual tone of coolness she spoke with. Shion’s posture stiffened too, much less relaxed as when you had joined her.

“I know how much you work; you need to be sure to not disappoint me… I’d hate to have a repeat of a couple of weeks ago.” Her voice walked a thin line between fake and real sincerity, Shion’s tone might have been passed off as her usual mockery, but her earlier actions screamed otherwise.

“It was a pain having to clean you up that night…”

“That was you?”

“of course, you think I’d leave my… most trusted asset in the hands of every other incompetent bastard in this clan?” there it was again, that gentleness. Hidden under her sarcasm but glaring in her actions. She had patched you up, by her own choice, with her own hands. Shion wanted you alive. The question was-

“Why?”

Shion scoffed, standing from her place and walking over to one of the floor to ceiling windows, back to you.

“Were you not listening? You are my favourite- the most effective member of this clan.” She faltered, the word ‘favourite’ slipping out but she corrected herself to something more work appropriate. She still didn’t turn around though, eyes meeting yours for a second in the reflection of the window before pretending to look back out over the city.   

“it’s late. Getting dark… you can stay here tonight” a statement, Shion wasn’t asking “bedroom’s that way.”

She turned back to you, gesturing vaguely to a room behind you.

“You look like you desperately need to sleep in an actually half decent bed.”

“But what about… oh, omnic. Right, you don’t sleep.”

“There we go, you’re starting to catch up. You’ll find everything you need; I hope it’s satisfactory” the remark was almost sickly sweet in its delivery, like if you said no, she would shoot you point blank.

You stood and begun to walk over to what you were assuming was the bedroom (only thanks to Shion’s vague gesturing) only to be stopped by her voice one more time before you could open the door.

“there’s an ensuite in there, you should probably know”

“uh, ok? thanks...”

“you’re welcome. See you in the morning~”

Shion’s voice still held that unnervingly sweet delivery that made it feel like you weren’t actually going to wake up. But nevertheless, you entered the bedroom, shutting the door behind you and taking in the sheer lavishness of the room Shion had set you up in for the night. It matched the rest of the penthouse to a T, and the bed was big enough for several of you.

you settled in as best you could, knowing Shion was still probably in the other room. Doing your nighttime routine and realising that there really was everything you needed, even the supplied pyjamas fitting you perfectly.

…How did Shion get pyjamas in your exact size? Don’t think about it, this is a one-time thing, won’t happen again.

A/n: will be a part three, might take a while.

also might write a D.mon Fic.

[help-me-13]

Shion x Reader- Second chance

You don't know who I am,

i don't know how to write fanfic,

here.

Shion x (male?) Reader

proofread: kinda

red is Shion. blue is you.

At first, Shion only kept you around because you were useful. Quiet but undeniably effective, swift and brutal with the execution of the tasks she gave you. Just how she liked it. At least she did to begin with, that, dare she say, admiration of your work slowly turning into curiosity. Then... worry.

And that? That was dangerous for someone like her.

It only really started when she realised you weren’t an omnic, and were in fact human (well, cyborg. But having one robotic arm didn’t exactly make you more metal than man, at least to Shion).

You had come back from a mission that had gone awry (thanks Overwatch), much to Shion’s dismay. Injured and bleeding yet still trying to keep up the front of the perfect weapon. It would have worked to if… you hadn’t have passed out from the blood loss during Shion’s lecture.

God knows how much time had passed when you came to, still in her office but now laid out on the sofa in the corner. wounds bandaged and a quite pissed off looking Shion in the chair opposite.

“What was that, hm?” she questioned, uncrossing her legs and standing from the armchair she had been sat in. Unholstering one of her pistols, she harshly thrust the barrel against your bandaged chest, causing a grunt of pain to escape your lips (even if you wanted it to or not). She leaned her face further in, eyes unblinking under her now furrowed brows. Shion’s throat lit up as she spoke, her next words catching you of guard.

“What… are you?”

You hesitated, not quite knowing how to respond to her question and Shion didn’t like that. She pressed her gun harder against your ribcage, a warning, ‘answer me’.

“Well? I thought you were better, but you still carry the burden of flesh… mostly.” She nodded to your arm before quickly returning her eyes to yours. The words still didn’t come. to be honest this was one of the first times you had been at the end of her gun, and it really was terrifying, you can see why most of the Hashimoto were scared of her.

“I-i… don’t know-”

“don’t know? Really now, you think I believe that? …truly, you are more stupid than I thought.” The insult was only followed by more silence, only sound being the quiet hum of her body as she hovered above you. A couple minuets passed before Shion moved again, she had run out of patience and was getting an answer out of you, one way or another. She moved quickly. Flipping the gun in her hand and pistol whipping your jaw, other hand grabbing your face to ensure you didn’t look away from her anymore.

“I don’t have all night. What are you! Human? Omnic? Tch, cyborg?!” Her grip tightened, exacerbating the pain in your now bruised jaw as she pulled the two of your faces closer…

“What façade are you trying to hide in?”

“…”

“You have already ruined my image of you… don’t make it any worse.”

“…I don’t know.”

“Pathetic. I would have thought you’d gain some clarity after that” Shion spits out, running a cold metal finger over your bleeding lip. She tosses your face to the side as she releases it, standing up straight again and sighing. It’s silent in the room again as Shion turns to leave-

“…one where I’m wanted.”

“What?”

“The façade I’m hiding in. It’s one where I can pretend I’m needed”

“That’s not what you just said. You just said wanted… so which is it, wanted or needed?”

You hesitate once more and try to divert your eyes, unable to keep your gaze level with hers. That gives Shion her answer. She giggles condescendingly as she lifts your chin with her fingers to meet her gaze.

“Aww, how cute… you want to be wanted? Really now, who would ever want you? You can’t even decide what you are…”

She crouches down so the two of you were eye level, pulling at your chin so you would look her in the eye, the fire seemed to have faded now replaced with… curiosity (at least you hoped it was). Her eyes traced a path from yours down, past the old scars and to the edge of the robotic limb that attached itself to your shoulder.

“This…” Shion mumbled, pushing your shirt the rest of the way off your shoulder. Fingers cool against your now exposed skin as she traced her other hand down to where flesh ended and metal begun… before grasping at the bicep of your false arm, judging the prosthetics construction.

“Where did this come from, hm?” there was a mocking undertone to her words, yet she still proposed the question with curiosity. She loosened her grip and she let her hand travel from your bicep to your wrist, further examining the craftmanship while she waited for an answer. When there was only more silence Shion sighed once again, not of frustration but of… disappointment. “did you do this to yourself? Was this on purpose? Or some… freak accident?”  a pause, then layering the mockery on thick she continued “or does someone not wanna talk about it?” a chuckle escapes her as she drops your arm, standing up straight again.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… I thought you would have known to answer to me by now. Maybe some, hm… motivation?” there was a sly tone to her voice as she strutted over to her desk, pulling out a bottle of whiskey (the expensive kind, of course). She pours it into a singular glass before placing it on the low table near you.

“what’s wrong? You’re usually so… quick, always ready with a remark? I’m almost starting to miss it” Shion drawled, nudging the glass towards you as she sat down in the opposite chair, a small but in no way sincere smile on her lips.

You pick up the glass and chug, finishing in two gulps, before slamming it down back on the table. The whiskey burned on the way down, causing you to cough before you can answer. When you do answer, your voice is rough as you speak. “-explosion at a power station. Couple years ago.”

“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.” “Mm… got left there by overwatch.”

“Explains the attitude I usually see from you” “so now I just need to be useful enough to you that I won’t be left behind…” “that’s…” Shion almost laughs, covering her mouth with her hand, composing herself so she could replay with fake pity “so pathetic, it’s almost adorable! Don’t worry, you are useful to me… keep it that way”

There was a warning in her tone, one that said ‘this is your one chance’ hidden under her sarcastic cooing. She stood with a sense of finality, turning her back to you as she returned to her desk, setting away the whiskey before briefly turning back to you.

“You are dismissed; you may leave”

you turn to leave, pulling your shirt back on and ignoring the ache in your body as you stand up. “oh, before you go… keep the glass. I feel you’ll need a reminder of what happened between us tonight.”

Authors note: i have another one written if you want it.

[chaioisean]

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[monochromaticbeans]

Shion, ever the walking disaster that he is, has a crush on the bartender. You!

(260 words)

Location: The Haitanis' nightclub

Shion, who agrees to meet Rindou at the Haitanis' club. He spends twenty minutes ironing a suit that still somehow comes out wrinkled.

Shion, who doesn't know the difference between scotch and bourbon. He's a 'cheap beer and sake' kind of guy.

Shion, who grins like an idiot when you, the bartender, smile at him and ask for his drink order.

Shion, who leans his elbow on the polished mahogany bar— and slips.

Shion, who orders the most expensive drink, because that's what sophisticated people do, and subsequently hates it. He pretends to enjoy it while trying not to gag.

Shion, who then panics when the bill arrives.

Shion, who comes back two nights later. Then three nights after that. Then again the following weekend.

Shion, who has all but bathed in designer knock-off cologne that he bought from some guy in an alley. He has the entire end of the bar to himself.

Shion, who orders a scotch only because he heard Rindou talk about it one time. He discovers he hates it.

Shion, who swears you're flirting with him.

Shion, who doesn't believe Rindou when he explains that bartenders are supposed to be friendly. It's their job.

Shion, who has absolutely no idea why Ran keeps greeting him with, "Your bartender's working tonight." The brothers have already started placing bets.

Shion, who notices you're the one who stays behind to clean up after everyone else leaves.

Shion, who offers to carry the heavy boxes from the storage room.

Shion, who buys flowers.

Shion, who keeps them at home because handing them to you suddenly seems terrifying.

[kuronathelilshark]

I saw your post about writing Wistoria wand n sword stuff hehehe... You could write one with a odd ball reader or a anxious/shy reader or uhhh a quiet reader that helps people without them realizing it n gets caught doing it again quietly Obviously you don't have to, I'm just so desperate for Wistoria wand and sword stuff (T▽T)

Wistoria x Reader

Everyone is this fandom is desperate i think😔 so im happy to get a request for it :3

I kinda tried mixing the anxious/shy part with a hint of the last part to be fair but I hope you'll like it

Warnings: None- also I wrote this at midnight so exuse my writing

With that english is not my first language -thank you very much

Charakters:Julius, Wignall, Shion, Will

To be fair he miiiight have been a bit irritated by your nature at first. Sure, there were plenty of people that didnt talk a lot or seemed nervous when interacting with people but those usually dont just do things for him for no reason??? Actually- no one does.

Save to say it took him a while to get used to your "just being kind" but i guess your not aaaalll bad.

Ok but imagine his suprise if you're the kind of person that talks more once you're comfortable

Julius would not know how to handle that the first few times.

YET YOU COULDNT EVEN LOOK HIM IN THE FACE WHEN YOU HELPED HIM HELLO????

Anyway...

You didnt hear this from me but he regualry gets concerned if people try to use you for ur kindness

Wignall realised fairly early that you werent being arrogant if you replied with a short answer or cut people off before they finished speaking to answer this is not a given trust. So yea he appreciated the nice things you did without having a problem with your shy nature. Of course earning the trust of this elf wasnt an easy thing to do just because you had no malicious intent but you earned it in the end somehow.

Without trying.

How fun.

He might actually be able to give advice that arent complete bullshit in terms anxiousness if you want.

But please remember that this is not his specialty- even with his best attempts ok.

Ok so this depents on weather he liked you before or not propably not bcs of colette though

If he did- i can give you a full guarantee that you being shy or not barely makea a difference.

Now if he didnt- which again is the more likely scenario, it might at least take a bit more time.

And the fact that you try to hide it whenever you help just a little, didnt help your case. Alright Shion thinking you were trying to gain a favor wasnt necessarily helpful either.

He may not be able to help you "better" your shyness, since well he doesnt really know how that feels to be fair... he does try to reduce stress though.

With which i mean trying to calm you down if you're stressed about an assigment or and specific event or whatever.

No matter how much I love Will and how relateble he should be for me hes so damn hard to write for wtf

Its fine there are tons of people that are anxious in social situations! He can just come along or hype you up before go you if that helps?

Whatever the case Will would never have a problem with someone quiet.

What he does have a problem with is your constant help.

Not to misunderstand- of course hes greatful for your help but he told you before, he can take care of it himself! No need to waste your precious time on this he'll tell you if he needs help. Promise!

Imma be real it like you two were just friends all of the suddent.... there was no before even if you only ment at the start of school we dont need logic.

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can we ignor that will is most definitely shorter than the rest? Thanks :P

[gaycragula]

Kinktober Day 8 - Cages

Shion (Overwatch) x M!Reader NSFW under the cut

Warning(s) : Cock cages, dom/sub, dom shion/sub reader, rough oral sex, transformers lingo used, shion spike Word count : 950 Masterlist AO3 Link

The click of the chastity cage brings a finality that makes you tremble. Shion smiles where she's stood above you, pleased with herself as she looks down at you and your nude form. The cage looked basic at first glance; typical shape and color, but etched into the metal on your balls, was Shion's name and the Hashimoto emblem.

"There. Now everyone will know you belong to me," she says, hooking a nail in one of the gaps on the cage. It brushes against your dick, makes you shiver and your breath hitch. Or maybe it was the possession in her voice that did that. Regardless, she seems pleased by your reaction. "And what do you say?"

You swallow, trying to control your breathing as you choke out, "Thank you, ma'am."

Shion uses her free hand to pet you, running her fingers through your hair before fisting it in the strands. She tugs you further upright, pulls you closer until your nose is pressed against the crease of her thigh. "Good boy," she coos condescendingly.

Her touch is cold, as it normally was. It wouldn't be long before the metal of her thigh would warm, leeching off the warmth of your skin. For now, you simply deal with the cold. You'd get your reward soon enough.

As she holds you against her, she presses the toe of her heel to the underside of the cage. Your hips twitch forward on impulse. Where you'd normally get chastised for the involuntary movement, Shion lets you off with nothing more than a disappointed scoff.

Your eye catches the glint of light as Shion moves her free hand down to her opposite thigh. You watch from the corner of your eye as a panel disengages and she flips a small switch. You were intimately familiar with the action, but the sudden shudder as her spike unfolds still surprises you.

Her spike was pretty. It was the same color as the meshing on her neck, with ridges that glowed a faint red. She was big, too. Bigger than you. You loved having her inside you, whether it was your ass or your mouth.

The tip beads a clear lubricant that you can't wait to lick up. But, held in place by the hand in your hair, you're forced to simply watch as Shion wraps a hand around herself and pumps her spike slowly. You can't help the quiet whimper that escapes you as you're denied what you want.

Shion tuts at you, tugging your head away from her plating. She shifts to stroke herself right above your face, her eyes glinting with mirth as you go cross-eyed trying to focus on her spike. Further teasing you, she smears that bead of lubricant across your upper lip, laughing quietly when you visibly struggle not to lick your lips.

"Open," she demands when your eyes start to water and you're visibly tensed.

Immediately, your mouth opens wide. You're rewarded with your quick obedience by the tip of her spike resting on the tip of your tongue. Lubricant leaks over your tongue, steadily increasing in flow until it's impossible to keep from spilling. The cool liquid slips from the corners of your mouth, dripping down onto the floor and your thighs. Shion lets it happen, listens to you start to gag and gurgle as it becomes to much.

She taps her foot against the cage again, surprising you and making you jolt, makes you take her deeper. At that, she pulls you all the way down her spike. Your mouth overflows, some forcing its way out of your nose, but you wrap your lips around her. Her spike has long since warmed, and the weight of it feels good in your mouth.

Shion pulls you halfway off by your hair, before pushing you back down. She does it again and again and again, using your mouth like a fleshlight to get off. Your eyes begin to water again, but it doesn't net you any pity. Even as your tears begin falling, they only seem to spur Shion into being rougher. But you loved it. This was your purpose with her.

When she overloads, her hand switches from being tangled in your hair to simply cupping the back of your head, holding you flush against her body. Her spike gets hot, almost enough to be painful if you weren't used to it.

She holds you there, well past her overload point, simply feeling you swallow the spurts of lubricant her spike provides as you suck her. You can hear her inner fans working overtime to cool her body back down. The sound is soothing, and you close your eyes, just basking in the afterglow of your purpose being fulfilled. Your own cock throbs weakly in its cage, desperately wanting to harden, but hindered by the lack of space.

Shion wouldn't get you off tonight. She probably wouldn't get you off the entire week you were to wear the thing. Punishment for speaking out of turn; something you may or may not have done intentionally just for the punishment.

She lets you get your fill, only pulling you off when your suckling stops. She presses the toe of her shoe against the underside of the cage one more time before waving you off. "Clean yourself up, we're done here."

You nod, rocking back on your heels before standing. You were thankful she decided to simply break into your house so you didn't have to walk very far to get to a bathroom to wash your face. By the time you leave, Shion's gone, though she left a note on your bed with nothing but the date she'd stop by next.

[chai-writes-stuff]

sex pollen | shion x reader | NSFW | oneshot

summary: you make contact with a mysterious silky pollen that has you crying out in pain. desperate to help you, shion is willing to do anything. fuchi makes a suggestion. themes: sex pollen, bochu jutsu, fire-tao!reader, yamada-asaemon!reader, established/hidden relationship, porn with feelings, smut and fluff word count: 1.8k ♡ (one of author's personal favorites)

Shion turned his attention away from you for one second, and when he turned back around, he found you on your knees in the grass.

“Ope! Lost your footing, did ya, young miss? Good old Gantetsusai will help you up!”

Something felt abnormal. Your waves weren’t as resonant as usual, yet something around you appeared to swell. Hurrying to close the distance between you, he happened upon you right as Gantetsusai assisted your back onto your feet.

You seemed to be wavering, oscillating like a leaf in the wind. Your form fell forwards, clashing into Gantetsusai’s before you let out a pained-sounding moan.

“So hot…” you mumbled. He could sense your hand, feel it touching to the other man’s chest. “Gantetsu-san…you feel cool…”

“Woah!” the convict blurted. “Touching me there, huh? Never took you for such a forward girl!”

Shion immediately separated you from the older man, his brows furrowed in concern. The strange aura you radiated was growing larger, encompassing your waves entirely as you swayed beneath Shion’s palms. He smelled something floral on your skin, and with a quick inspection of your skin beneath his fingers, realized that you were covered in a soft, powdery substance.

“What is this?” he asked, brows furrowing. Concerned, he asked, “Are you alright?”

“Shion…ugh.”

You flopped forwards once again, this time crashing into his chest. Shion supported you immediately, rife with worry, but when he turned his head to call for Fuchi, he felt your hand slide under the neck of his tunic.

“Your skin is cold, Shion,” you whispered. “It feels good…”

“What the—? Wait, stop that.”

“Shion,” you moaned, showing no regard for the situation you were in or the people who were privy to it. “Put your skin on mine and cool me down…it’s so hot that it hurts…”

Flustered, he pulled your hand out of his clothing before you could make it below his waist. With his top now distressed, you lifted your hands to your own collar and pulled it open.

Quickly, Shion put your kimono back together. You let out a frustrated mewl, fighting against him as though you didn’t know any better. He felt heat blaze in his face as you flung verbal obscenities at him, ignoring your various demands for him to let you “get naked already”.

Gantetsusai hummed. “Why stop the young miss? If she wants to get naked, then let her!”

“Hold your tongue, convict!” Shion snapped. “She is clearly not in her right mind! This pollen coating her skin…it’s not normal.”

“It hurts,” you panted, your resistance growing stronger by the second. “Shion. Shion. Can’t you feel me burning? I can’t stand this,” you gasped out, writhing in his grip. “Let go of me, Shion. Let go!”

You slammed your palms against his chest, and something fierce bounded through your fingertips and into his body. An extraordinarily strong force flung him off his feet, choking the wind from his throat as he flew into the base of a nearby tree. You collapsed below him in the grass, writhing around like a panicked animal as you repeatedly wailed: “I’m burning! Fuck, I’m burning!”

Shion’s heart sank when he heard your pained cries. Scrambling towards you, he ignored the blood dripping down the corner of his mouth as he grabbed your wrists, stopping you in the midst of your violent tirade. He could smell blood on your chest, and when he pressed your wrists to the ground, he felt that same silky powder coating you. You sobbed as you fought against him, your kimono in complete disarray from your brash actions.

“It hurts,” you cried as you continued to thrash about. “Shion, I’m burning.”

“Calm down, please!” he said, wincing as you tried to kick away his restraint. “I can’t help you if you keep trying to fight me!”

“Er, Whatever-emon! What’s going on with Momo-san over there?!”

Shion struggled to keep you contained as Gantetsusai called for their resident medical expert. Fuchi kneeled by your head, observing you for mere seconds before turning to Shion. As indecent as he knew you to be, Shion had no choice but to leave you as you were to allow Fuchi a proper assessment.

Fuchi dropped his head back down. He touched your forehead, and the resounding moan you let out sent chills down Shion’s spine.

“She feels feverish,” Fuchi explained. “And it seems like touch helps alleviate her symptoms somewhat. If I had to make a hypothesis based on her current state of being…her fire tao is rapidly spiraling out of control. Possibly from contact with this pollen substance.”

“Then we should wash it off immediately!” Shion barked.

“No—water hinders fire, remember? If we were to submerge her, I’m worried that something dangerous may happen.”

“Shit,” Gantetsusai said. “Well, we can’t just leave the young miss screaming like this. I don’t see anything like fire, but from the sounds of it, she’s roasting alive!”

“…Shion-dono.” Fuchi’s voice was calm, but thanks to Shion’s heightened remaining senses, he could tell there was an undertone of shyness. “Your wood tao should restore fire tao. Perhaps if you press your tandens together, then she might feel relief.”

Ordinarily, Shion would have sharply objected to such a thing—pressing his bare skin to a maiden’s in the plain sight of others? It was debaucherous—but on an island as lethal as Shinsenkyo, Shion had no time for the moral high ground.

He ripped the edges of his tunic apart, baring himself down to his hips. With a swift pull, he brought you into his lap and pressed your stomach to his.

Your screaming slowly ceased. Your fingernails had clawed deeply into the skin on his back, hard enough to draw blood, but as you gradually regained consciousness, you released your harsh grip.

“Oh…” you whispered into his neck. “That’s better…”

Shion let out a relieved sigh. “You scared me.”

“Shion,” you replied, your words slurring unnaturally, like a drunkard after too many cups of sake. “I don’t know why, but I’m starting to feel like I need you inside me.”

He stiffened. “Wh-what?!”

“It’s kind of like…it hurts? Like…I’m empty?”

Before Shion could fully grasp your words, he felt you rub your hips against his crotch. Heat exploded in his face as he quickly stopped your movement with his hands.

“I need you,” you said, your voice wispy and high-pitched. “Shion, I’m starting to burn down there. Someone needs to get inside me.”

“Oh hoh hoh! Things are starting to get good now!”

“Gantetsusai. We’re leaving now.”

“What?! But the young miss needs me!”

“Shut up.”

As Fuchi dragged the unwilling Gantetsusai away, Shion was able to more properly devote his attention to you, his distressed lover. You began to hyperventilate against him, your hips twitching as you grasped his hair in your fist.

“Shion,” you croaked. “Please.”

“Love, I…” he swallowed thickly. “I don’t know how to help you.”

“Shion.” Your breath quivered. “You’re the only person who can.”

You rocked your hips again, moaning like you did when the two of you were alone. You turned to kiss him, and despite your surroundings being ill-fit for this, what was Shion to do when you cried and begged him for it? How could he deny you, when you sounded as though you were being ripped apart in front of him?

“Oh,” you said, your head flying backwards. “Shion, I love you.”

You panted and mewled as he helped you onto his shaft, delving into your walls that were already well-coated in slick. Your waves wrapped around your form, changed shape, and remodeled into your typical self. As Shion watched it happen, he felt a great surge of energy within himself. Breathing against your shoulder, he pressed his hands into your thighs, lifting you up before plopping you back down.

Having sex with you always felt good, but something was different this time. Was it the circumstances of the island, or the fact that he hadn’t been sure he’d ever see you again? He was immediately renewed when he entered your cunt, like the past twenty-four hours of fighting had meant nothing to his strained body.

“There is a method to rapidly accumulate tao.”

Shion’s breath hitched. He recalled the words of the doshi, who had told them about the concept of ‘bochu jutsu’. Before he could get too distracted by his thoughts, you shoved his face into your neck.

You repeated his name like a mantra. He let his teeth out, biting you the way he knew you liked as you continued to bounce in his lap. Shion felt the exchange of your yin and his yang, swirling at your point of contact as your hot cunt twitched and spasmed around him.

Overflowing with love, relief, and bountiful tao, Shion pressed you down to the grass, mashing his mouth against yours as he eagerly thrust his hips downwards. Perhaps the pollen was extending into his nervous system from contact with your skin, driving him as crazy as you.

Or perhaps he was just tired—tired of missing you, tired of pretending he didn’t care. Your very lives were on the line, so what was the point in putting on this show in front of the others? If he were to die tomorrow, Shion wanted to be sure that he carved the very memory of himself into your skin, that he loved and touched you in the way that only he could.

Minutes of contact stretched into hours. Even though your affliction had long passed, even though you had regained your sense of shame and told him you were alright, you both continued, hands intertwined, and loved each other as though it was the last time.

After all, for all you both knew, it could have been.

The next day, you didn’t bother to hide it.

“Good morning, Shion.”

You kissed him square on the mouth before dropping back onto your heels. He gave you an acknowledging nod before brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Good morning, love. Are you alright?”

“I’m actually feeling quite good today,” you murmured, twirling your pointer fingers around one another. “I wonder why…”

Shion lifted his fist to his chin, but his expression revealed everything. Face red, he said, “Your teasing is growing out of control. How can I keep you in line?”

You giggled, feeling your heart skip a beat. Leaving practically no space between you and him, you stroked his chest, purring, “Maybe use a few of your strategies from yesterday…? Or perhaps the one we tried that night in the pleasure district…?”

He chuckled. “You’re absolutely rotten, love.”

You laughed again, wrapping your arms around his neck. “One more kiss, Shion. For luck?”

“For luck.”

A gentle kiss turned into a harder one, and when your back hit the wall, you had a feeling that you’d be needing some privacy again.

this is a oneshot from my shion x reader drafts. i might end up crossposting to ao3 after i give it a better read-over! i really like it still, so i wanted to share ^q^ if you liked it, please consider liking this post! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ reblogs and comments appreciated! masterlist | ask | ao3 | more of this pair