#✧ “ sharp tongued seamstress ” ⇁ chiori ✧

[teyvatians]

FINALLY updated the interest tracker after well over a year !!!

also gonna make a new tagging system while I got the ooc post up ! real tired of the old one .... been using it since my first first blog I think

[huntersoath]

"You can lose a chart, you can lose a compass, but you can't lose the stars."

"In a literal sense... hunters and travelers of old certainly utilized the North Star for directional sense. My time in the wilds has enabled me to become quite proficient in that regard." "But I suppose it could be a metaphor as well. Those who shine brightest in our hearts will continue to direct us onward. May we strive to protect that light- as I'm sure you already do, Monsieur Kaveh."

There's several comrades that she has in mind for her statement, and the mere thought of them promotes a warmth that blooms from her chest. If it were not for those that took the time to support her and get to learn her, it's likely that Clorinde would have never made it this far. Petronilla, who first extended her hand to a dirty, ratty child with no name or purpose. Born to struggle in the dirt, and abandoned as if she never mattered in the first place- only for her worth to be seen in another who she owed her life to. If she were to see the Duelist now, would she be proud? Would she find it to be a blessing that she made her decision to take Clorinde into her life so many years ago?

Navia, the closest friend she's ever had. The fateful picnic decades ago that saw her tugged along by the hand, peals of childish laughter causing her heart to hammer in her chest for a reason other than fear. While Petronilla taught her the blade and the art of war, the Caspars taught her love; while her parents never stopped to acknowledge her, Callas Caspar always treated her as his own daughter. Clorinde remembers the first moment that he hugged her, and the way her eyes burned with tears unshed-- the first time in her life that she ever felt as if she had a father.

Furina, who initially began as her liege, and quickly developed into something far more treasured. Though she no longer serves as her Archon, the woman is embedded deeply into her heart as a friend who has done everything in her power to save Fontaine... and as a result, Clorinde's own life. She'd go to war for Furina, as she has before, and this time- it wouldn't be out of duty, but out of familial love.

Wriothesley, the man whose cold facade had been chipped away at over the years they had collaborated together. While the two of them only functioned as colleagues and a strange sort of 'coworkers' for a long period of time, the hours spent with him over a cup of tea quickly made her come to realize that the two of them shared more in common than she initially believed. Nowadays, her trips to the Fortress are just as much for work as they are for companionship-- though he's never said as much, it's a hunch that the Duke wishes for her to try every tea in his collection at least once. And Clorinde will, committing every flavor to memory as it changes from one visit to the next.

Neuvillette, who still functions as her boss and always will. Underneath her duty and calling lies a trust that could never be tarnished, as the Iudex's service is unchanging and unwavering in his impartiality. Though Clorinde is his blade, she is also a comrade who would go to any lengths to ensure both his safety... and his comfort. If she can help, she will-- and the Duelist sincerely hopes that he understands the sentiment from her. Neither of them speak many words to each other, but they understand one another. And sometimes, that's all that matters. Chiori, whose sharp tongue and scathing remarks constantly keep Clorinde in line. The seamstress knows the Duelist well enough to provide her with excellent quality uniforms that fit her so perfectly; in design and functionality. Not only are Chiori's skills unrivaled, but so is her unbridled honesty-- if Clorinde ever chooses to divulge her struggles, she knows wholeheartedly that she'll receive an answer that many others may be afraid to say out loud. Where many fear her simply for her title of Champion Duelist... Chiori is one who would seek to challenge it, treating her as if she was simply another customer of her boutique.

Sedene, the Melusines... Accepting of others in an unconditional love that brings a smile to her face during every interaction. It's no wonder that the Iudex is quite taken with them, though Clorinde suspects that the story runs much deeper than that. Their loyalty to the Court of Fontaine is something she can appreciate, and the jovial spirit they exude any time a greeting is extended to her-- frankly, it's one of the favorite parts of her days. Lyney, Lynette, Freminet. It doesn't seem right to address them all individually considering their attachment to each other, but each of them holds their own soul and heart in a stark contrast to their differing personalities. Where Lyney is a star that shines brightest, Lynette is the shadow cast by his light-- and it's fitting for someone such as her, striving to support and promote her brother in a way that no one else ever could. Clorinde can relate, to a degree, when her sun that she orbits takes the spotlight in a way that she deserves. Freminet, though quiet and reserved far more than the other two, has a kind soul that deserves to be cherished and celebrated. Perhaps one day, once the boy has become more receptive to social interaction, others will come to realize the treasure that he is to the world.

"I'll make sure the stars of my life guide me ever onwards. Thank you, for your words."

[2baddiesfanfics]

A Seamstress' Touch

Pairing: Chiori x Kirara

Tags: Youkai, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Tail Sex, Cat Puns, Fontaine (Genshin Impact), Inazuma (Genshin Impact)

Summary:

Kirara is in Fontaine for a delivery...but also to see Chiori. After ripping a hole in her skirt during a nap in a tree in Sumeru, she needs practiced hands to fix her back up (and maybe take care of some other things...)

Read on Ao3

Chioriya Boutique, though situated on the busiest street in Fontaine's Quartier Lyonnais, was suspiciously quiet tonight. The simple yet elegant sign hanging from the front window read “Closed” in the Thundering Seamstress’ signature script. Be that as it may, Chiori did make exceptions for certain special clients. Although the front office was dark, what many people didn’t know was she often did most of her private tailoring work in the back.

Tonight, that client was Kirara. It was always an occasion for celebration when the Gold Level Courier of Komaniya Express came to town with a delivery. Chiori was never the lonely sort, but she wouldn’t turn down the chance to see a friend from her home country. The nekomata had sent her a letter ahead of time informing her she’d be in Fontaine for a few days bearing some sweet treats from Inazuma.

Hey Chiori!

Please don’t get mad, but I kinda sorta accidentally ripped my skirt when I was taking a nap in a tree in Sumeru…it’s a long story. I’m in Fontaine on a delivery next week and I was hoping you might be able to stitch it back up for me like old times. I’ll pay you in dango!

Miss you,

Kirara

Chiori had scoffed and shaken her head. You never change, do you, Kirara? She had mentioned old times. While the seamstress did miss Inazuman delicacies, there was something else she’d been craving lately. I’ll have to see what else she’s willing to throw in as a tip.

The door to the shop rattled slightly, the tinkle of a bell nearly imperceptible had she not been longing to hear it.

“Pssst! Chiori! It’s me!”

She quickly let the youkai inside.

“Kirara, darling. Punctual as usual I see.” Her eyes shifted downward to survey the damage to her handiwork. “…and as careless when it comes to your outfit,” she chastised with a click of her tongue.

The nekomata smiled sheepishly, her sharp canines peeking out from between her lips. “Eheheh…yeaaaaa sorry about that. Good thing my latest assignment brought me right to you, huh?”

“Indeed,” Chiori agreed. “Now, let’s not dawdle. To the back with you,” she commanded, giving her a sharp slap on the ass. Kirara’s two tails stood at attention.

“Yow! Chiori! Easy!” She tried to play it cool, but her yokai instincts told her this night would likely last longer than just the time it took to repair her outfit.

They situated themselves and the seamstress got to work, her needle weaving in and out swiftly but precisely.

“Gee, you’ve always been really good with your hands, huh?” Kirara never liked awkward silences and decided she’d try to get her to open up a bit.

“Hmmm…yes. I’d venture to say one couldn’t open the most renowned boutique in Teyvat without skilled fingers,” she countered. The youkai’s tails swayed back and forth, signaling calm and trust. “Kirara, if I may…I need to shift the fabric to get this stitch right. It requires me to touch your tails. I just don’t want to frighten you.”

Kirara stilled. “Um…yea it’s fine. I do love it when you brush my fur, so I’m used to the feel of your fingers. Just…be gentle.”

“Of course, dear,” she reassured her. The fabric of the woman’s gloves always did something to the nekomata that she couldn’t accurately describe. Her touch felt like satin on silk and Kirara shuddered with pleasure just thinking about it. Chiori reached for the base of her twin tails, softly shifting the hole she had made to accommodate them. Holding them both steady so as not to have any of the fur catch, she heard a quiet rumble start.

“Kirara? Is that you?”

The youkai’s cheeks tinted pink. “Yea, sorry about that. It just means you’re doing a good job is all.”

“Is that so? Well, keep holding still. I’m almost done with this stitch.” With a few more weaves of her needle, the skirt was as good as new. “There we are. Be more careful next time, would you, love? I can’t have expensive pieces of Inazuman silk strewn about the Sumeran forests. It’s tacky.”

“Thanks so much, Chiori! But if you don’t mind…do you think you could brush my tails a little longer? It just feels so good.”

The seamstress smirked knowingly. It’s now or never, I suppose.

“Since you asked so nicely, I suppose I can oblige.” She began to stroke in long, slow movements as she watched the girl shift in her seat. Her fingers drifted through the well-maintained brown and white fur, the rumble in Kirara’s chest now vibrating throughout her body.

“C-chiori…do you think you could maybe…go a little harder and faster? Really, uh…make sure to get those knots out.”

She hummed in agreement as she did as she was requested.

“Ahhhhh…” Kirara let out a whimper that could only be described as lewd.

“Kirara, dear. Don’t be shy. Tell me what you really want,” she murmured as her lips ghosted over the shell of her ear from behind, her unoccupied hand coming up across her chest to lightly grip her neck.

“Touch me…please…”

“Oh, but I am touching you. How do you want me to touch you?”

“Everywhere…but definitely don’t stop with my tails.”

The seamstress’ hand wandered under the youkai’s black crop top, seeking the warm, full skin of her breast in her palm. Kirara’s head lilted back as she mewled in pleasure. Chiori continued sifting her fur through her fingers, tugging just hard enough to get a reaction.

“Now be a good little kitty and bend over for me,” she instructed. She did as she was told without hesitation. Chiori helped her shift out of the shorts she wore under her skirt before removing her gloves. Taking one long finger, she moved it across her slit, a tendril of slick trailing from the digit to her pussy.

“And who says cats don’t like getting wet?” she quipped before licking her finger clean.

Kirara groaned. “Please, Chiori…more…”

She slid inside of her again, this time with two fingers. The youkai cried out, shifting her hips backward to meet her every thrust. Chiori used her other hand to grab her tails, each pull controlling the pace.

“Ah…ah….ah…” the nekomata gasped.

“I was under the impression you’re never late with delivery. Don’t make me wait, Kirara. Come for me. Now.”

In a half-moan, half-meow, she screamed out in pleasure.

Kirara turned to lock eyes with Chiori, her animal instincts getting the better of her. It was her turn now. The seamstress quickly held up a finger. “Wait!” She started to untie the belt of her kimono and then slipped out of the expensive fabric entirely. “I’m removing this so you don’t rip anything else,” she explained. The nekomata’s desire was heightened as her gaze dropped to the pair of lacy black panties that were revealed beneath. The youkai eyed her as if she was stalking prey.

“If I didn’t know any better, it’d seem like you were expecting this,” Kirara smirked. 

“It’s a possibility. Now, when a service is completed, one is to be rewarded accordingly, don’t you think?” Chiori asked as she sat down and patted her lap.

Kirara crawled over to her, kissing up the seamstress’ legs. The woman bristled slightly at the feel of the nekomata’s tongue – not as abrasively rough as an actual cat, but just enough to produce a sensation she’d grown accustomed to. As she made her way up her body, she tended to her breasts, licking each nipple as if she were lapping at a bowl of milk. Her two tails danced uncontrollably with excitement at the sounds Chiori made at her touch.

Pushing her limit, Kirara shifted her tails to tuck between Chiori’s legs and rubbed them along the crotch of her panties.  

“Ooooooh!” Chirori groaned as she held onto the chair to stop herself from bucking.

She could feel the nekomata smile deviously against her chest as she took her nipple between her fangs and grazed the sharp teeth ever-so-carefully against it.

“Kirara…such a…bad kitty,” she panted. 

Feeling her arousal soaking the fur of her tail, Kirara pulled them off her and sat between her legs. Gently using the flat of her rough tongue, she licked up her clit causing her to jolt and moan. She slid her tongue inside her easily, slurping at her arousal. Thrusting her tongue in and out of her, the sound of her crying out her name caused Kirara’s purring to start back up.

The sensation of the vibration shot through Chiori’s core. Mixed with the unique texture of her tongue, she could no longer hold onto control. Grabbing the nekomata’s head with both hands, she pressed her closer as she rode out her climax.

Thankfully the seamstress had equipped the back room with a bed for nights she had to work so late there was no point in going back to her apartment. Kirara had already trotted over and dug herself a spot in the oversized comforter. She yawned loudly as she pawed at the spot reserved for Chiori.

“I know you wanna snuggle. Don’t act all tough. C’mon, I know you overwork yourself. The clothing can wait until tomorrow.”

Chiori sighed. Although there were many aspects of sleeping with a youkai she enjoyed, perhaps the best was how incredibly soft and warm Kirara felt in her arms at the end of a long day.

[immovablewill]

[DRESSING ROOM]

"Goodness, is this what the Tenryou commission has you wearing now? Almighty Shogun above, we've got to fix this..." Chiori would crouch, taking measurements of the crow-feathered general. "They just let you all wear anything? I forgot how traditional Inazuma still is."

⁀➴ OVERTURE 2024

That—…

…A heavy frown tugged at her lips, golden eyes following the infamous designer’s while shifting uncomfortably from where she stood. Her usual uniform—one she had always worn with pride and confidence—felt suddenly inadequate under the designer’s sharp gaze, even when she couldn’t recall exactly how she’d been roped into this. Something about an official shoot, was it? All she knew was that one moment, she was walking a few steps behind the Almighty Shogun, guarding her, and the next, the same Shogun had easily pawned her off when someone, a director or photographer, had requested for their aid.

It felt absurd—here she was, the General of the Tenryou Commission, reduced to standing stiffly under the scrutinizing eye of a sharp-tongued seamstress. That all she could do was to lower her head slightly with a quiet hum in response to the harsh words only made the situation feel even more ridiculous.

So… So perhaps she does not have the best sense of fashion (in fact, the Lady Guuji once said she had absolutely none of it), but what good does fashion serve in her line of duty? She had no need for expensive kimonos or fancy dresses. Her uniform alone should suffice. (Thus, explains why she only ever wore them, having ordered multiple such that she wouldn’t have to worry about needing to wash her clothes for five months, should an emergency arise.)

“ My uniform does its job well, " came her delayed response, her shoulders slumping slightly. " It is easy to move in and does not hinder me from my duties. I don’t see why we must go through all this trouble and change out of my usual clothing… ”

Any other excuse she might have offered died on her lips as the seamstress swiftly fixed her with a sharp look, and just as swiftly, Sara’s resolve faltered.

She heaved out a heavy sigh, surrendering to the inevitable.