#chirara

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Chirara (Personal Fav)

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Birthday Inspiration

Pairing: Kirara x Chiori

Tags: Birthday, Birthday Sex, Picnics, Improper Use of Visions (Genshin Impact), Geo Visions (Genshin Impact), Dildos, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Tails

Summary:

What do you give the girl who has everything? According to Kirara, it’s a new memory in a cherished place.

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The seamstress and the nekomata sat on a familiar hill overlooking the Fontainian ocean. It was a perfect day for a picnic, and Kirara knew how much this location meant to her girlfriend. Girlfriend. The term still felt weird rolling off her prickly tongue. It seemed like just yesterday she was following Chiori in her youkai form as she ventured out into the Inazuman wild in search of inspiration for her next creation.

“Kirara, dear, it is my birthday, you know. I’d like to hear you say something other than ‘Let’s eat!’”

The girl snapped back to reality. “Meow! Sorry, Chiori! I was just thinking about how we first met. Do you remember?”

She smiled at her softly. “How could I forget? It was back when I was still living in Inazuma. You kept batting at the colorful patterned fabric I was carrying through Chinju Forest. When I turned around, you rubbed your head against my ankles and then looked up at me with those striking emerald eyes of yours. That’s where I found inspiration for the design that put me on the map, you know. Imagine my surprise when a courier with those same eyes came by my shop to drop off a package,” she reminisced while scratching under her chin.

The girl chuckled. “You were always so nice to me without even knowing who I was! Well, except for that one time you called me ‘bad kitty’ because you were worried I'd leave claw marks all over your beautiful textiles.”

Chiori narrowed her eyes. “Do you have any idea how expensive that silk was? I was well within my rights. Don’t pout, love. It’s unbecoming of that adorable face of yours.”

They sat and enjoyed the summer breeze, chatting about the seamstress’ ideas for the new season and Kirara’s latest deliveries. Suddenly, the nekomata took her girlfriend’s hand in hers.

“You know, Chiori…I’ve always admired you. Back in Inazuma, I was constantly worried I’d never be seen as more than a strange, mangy cat. I’d often go to Lady Miko and ask her for tips on how to blend into human society better. You were the first one to treat me with kindness even after you discovered I wasn’t just a youkai. You even helped me tailor the clothes I'm wearing now! They sure beat running around in a beat-up hand-me-down kimono.”

The seamstress squeezed back in reassurance. “Think nothing of it. Despite our differences, we’re actually quite similar, you know. Unabashedly following our dreams and working hard to make a name for ourselves. You have a lot to be proud of, dear.”

Kirara sniffled, moved by her words. This was supposed to be Chiori’s birthday, not hers! It was time to reveal the reason she picked this spot. “Um, baby…I know you told me not to get you anything…” Her girlfriend stared daggers at her. “…AND I didn’t! But I still wanted to give you something that would be a memory we could share…if it’s something you’d be okay with.”

“Go on…”

“Well, you’d say this is a pretty remote location, right?”

“I can’t say I’ve ever seen a passerby in all the time I’ve come here to ruminate. Why do you ask?”

The nekomata leaned in closer, peering up at her with sly intent. “Youkai are really in their element…outdoors. We’ve got a comfy picnic blanket, the weather is perfect…”

“…Are you insinuating what I think you are?”

Kirara began to purr loudly, her ears shuddering in excitement.

“You bad little kitty…the way you gaze at new and intriguing things still hasn’t changed after so many years,” the seamstress whispered before closing the distance between them. The youkai pounced on top of her, pushing her backward onto the cover. The grass beneath them was surprisingly cushy, making for a comfortable alternative to a bed.

Chiori felt the nekomata’s textured tongue begging entrance to her mouth, and she parted her lips to receive her. Sharp fangs brushed against her skin, not puncturing but putting just enough pressure to make her gasp. Kirara carefully slipped a finger under the woman’s choker, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She felt her moan against her as she licked down her jawline, careful not to agitate her delicate skin too much.

“Mmmm…who needs toys when they’ve got a youkai for a lover? Maybe you should put that wicked tongue of yours to better use…”

“Gladly,” she mewed in response. “I’m well known for my outstanding customer service, after all.” Slipping the knot of the other woman’s obi, she opened her kimono, bearing Chiori’s skin to the elements. She felt her shiver beneath her, and she offered her tails to keep her somewhat warm. The youkai wouldn’t lie – feeling the seamstress run her fingers through her fur felt incredible. Kissing down her belly, she looked up at her, emerald eyes glistening with anticipation. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be. Proceed,” she confirmed. Kirara started to lap between her thighs, the vibration of her purrs immediately causing Chiori to whimper. “Archons, Kirara…this feels so nice. I’ll have to steal you from Komaniya Express and hire you as my personal stress reliever.”

The nekomata was a sucker for praise, and the seamstress had come to know this well. Spurring her on, she whispered words of encouragement that made her tails twitch in her hand. “That’s right…oooooh, faster…work that tongue of yours. I know you can do it. Such a good little kitty…” Hungry for her reaction, she licked in broad, steady strokes, her purr at a fever pitch.

“Fuck…Kirara…right there…so close…” her grip tightened on the girl’s tails, sending a jolt down the youkai’s spine as she brought her girlfriend to orgasm. Chiori pet her hair as she caught her breath, soothing the both of them. The nekomata’s tails danced against her fingers, begging for more.

“It’s a good thing no one is around to see us because I don’t know how I could keep my reputation if anyone witnessed what I’m about to do to you after that,” the seamstress murmured. “Switch places with me.”

Ever the obedient youkai, Kirara did as she was told. Chiori returned her kisses, being decisively less careful than her girlfriend had been. Purple spots bloomed on her delicate skin where her lips drifted.

“Babe…I have to look professional on deliveries…” she whined.

“Oh, hush. I’ll design something that will cover them until they heal.”

“Mmmmmrow, ok then, if you promise…”

Chiori’s fingers slipped between her folds, using her slick to lubricate her entrance. With a swipe of her thumb across her sensitive bud, her juices coated her hand. “Now, since it’s my birthday, you’ll indulge me in trying something new, won’t you? I think you’re ready for what I have in mind.”

Kirara looked at her inquisitively, apprehension evident in her expression.

“Let’s just say Navia and I have had some…conversations…about how she and Clorinde spice things up in the boudoir.”

A topaz ore appeared in her hand and the nekomata’s ears perked with anticipation. “Haha…I didn’t know visions could be used for things like this,” she chuckled nervously.

“Let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop,” the seamstress reassured her as she slowly slid the smooth stone into her. “But I think a good kitty like you can take it.” She began to thrust in steady movements, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion.

The youkai closed her eyes as she savored the foreign feeling. “Oooh, Chioriiiii!”

“Just wait…I’ve got another surprise. I may not be a nekomata, but I do have other tricks up my sleeve.”

With a flick of her wrist, she channeled the power of geo into the ore and made it pulse. Kirara jolted with pleasure at the new sensations.

“That’s right…you’re taking it so well for me,” she praised as she increased the depth of her lunges and the power of the vibration.

“Oh…archons…feels so…meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” she screeched as her tails curled and her claws unsheathed from her paws. The seamstress had always found her girlfriend’s signs of climax to be incredibly fascinating. Being with a youkai was an absolute thrill compared to her past human lovers.

Chiori joined her on the blanket and the two gazed up at the sky. They huddled close together to keep warm as the breeze chilled their sweat-drenched bodies. “I’m going to have to find a new thinking spot, you know.”

Kirara looked at her with concern. “Oh, I don’t mean that in a bad way. It’s just every time I’m here now I’m going to picture us doing incredibly naughty things. Now that I think about it, maybe I’ll start a new line of lingerie…”

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“You took the measurements an entire week ago. I know you have a long waiting list, but the wedding is coming up soon, so surely you can make mine a priority...” The Fontainian woman pauses, adjusting the wide, floppy brim of her hat. Her nose crinkles in distaste. “Since when did you get a pet? There better not be any cat hair on my dress.” “She's not a pet,” Chiori replies coolly. The cat curled in her lap purrs louder as Chiori scratches beneath her chin, cold eyes fixed on her customer. “And you should be aware that rush orders cost extra. I was not informed of any such deadline at our last appointment, therefore I am not obliged to meet it.”

a 1.5k chiori/kirara drabble to celebrate chiori's release! i'm too busy to write much right now but they're cute so i couldn't resist... like, y'know, nya

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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.

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Chiara’s profile information from Above the Clouds

“Name: Chiara(Tiara) Kikuko Age: n/a Birthday: n/a Apperence: Hair colour: medium brown Eye colour: Creamy blue Clothes: light pink turtle neck, light pink arm gloves, navy skort, white platform boots above the knee Accessorys: light pink clips, staff- silver with a big pink gem at the top and a smaller one at the bottom (see tenshi form) Divice colour: Baby/Pale Pink Crest: Fantasy Digi-metal: Fantasy Digimon: Nekoriamon DNA Partner: Meimi Miyabarashii

Chiara being found in the Digital World by Takeru has no memory before he found her.  She has a power that no one can explain but this is not found out till much later on.  Mysterious things has happened around her.  The reasons for all this is because she is an angel who guards over the digital world. Because of all the things happening to her she is very quiet and doesnt express herself a lot, she tries to do things and not want others to get involved because of her.  She does not have any dreams because she doesnt know who she is and is searching for her past which she knows she must remember.

Tenshi Form(oringial form):

Crest - Fantasy:

Note - All icons are edited from icons from Trouble Tamers”