#chiori x reader

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Chiori, Chiori! Chiori army grows!

Anyhow, Chiori with a s/o who just can't keep their clothes in good condition. They're just out adventuring, a lot which caused their clothes to get messed up.

(Genshin Impact) Chiori's S/O being unable to keep their clothes clean

You should honestly see my clothes whenever I get to painting my minis. My elbows are covered in paint, not even mentioning my hands.

Chiori is going to do violence to S/O.

She works hard to keep her own clothes in relatively clean condition.

Sure, Fontaine had plenty of helpful technology to help wash and dry clothes, but that didn't mean she went frolicking in the mud on purpose.

So, Chiori is very frustrated with S/O waltzing into their home, covered in dirt, torn rags, and Archons know what else.

She pinches the bridge of her nose as a loud sigh exits her mouth.

(Chiori) "Seriously? I just stitched that shirt last week."

(S/O) "Hah...uh, sorry."

Chiori teaches S/O how to take care of their own clothes so she doesn't have to fix it every single damn time.

After a certain point, she doesn't even cringe at the state of their clothing anymore.

She's honestly amazed they haven't just waltzed in half-naked at this point.

Hearing the bell ring on her doors, she spares S/O a single glance before going back to cutting the cloth with her swords.

(Chiori) "Shirt or pants ruined?"

(S/O) "Not even a hello first, cHIORI?"

(Chiori) "Hello, S/O. There, now what part am I fixing?"

(S/O) "...The shirt...-"

(Chiori) "I must be psychic. Take a seat over there, I'll get to you eventually."

Just because S/O is their boyfriend/girlfriend, does not mean they get any special treatment.

In fact, they probably get ragged on even worse for knowing how she is, yet having the gall to walk into her store looking like that.

[staryuee]

GIVING THEM A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread…:3

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . how would your significant other react when you give them a friendship bracelet made by your own kind hands?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, kazuha, kokomi, scaramouche, heizou, itto, cyno, lyney, lynette, freminet, furina, neuvillette, navia, ga ming, chiori, arlecchino

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . this reminded of primary school days of making randomly coloured loom band bracelets…sniffles, the good ol’ days of giving your crush bundled up daisies that had bugs on them from the schools yard and then immediately running away (i am a lesbian i had no such experience in just talking for the sake of poetry ☆〜（ゝ。∂)

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

“what’s this, my love?” he cautiously surveyed the tiny strings and charms with a shocked yet rather satisfied expression. so this is what you were so focused on for the last couple hours…? he can’t help but feel slightly relieved that instead of wasting away at work you were merely crafting a cutely childish gift for him.

“it’s a friendship bracelet! look, i even managed to find these cute strawberry charms for you.” you laughed and start fiddling with the short strands near his scalp, fiddling with them and folding them over to create a stem-like shape.

diluc softly exhaled in amusement, wrapping the small piece of jewellery around his already bedazzled wrist. it takes him a real good second to actually realise what you just said. awkwardly coughing into his hand, diluc catches your attention, “darling, you do realise we’re married?”

a smile possesses your face as you hook your arm with his. “of course i do! i just thought it’d be cute, you know?” he smiled in response.

diluc is no stranger to friendship bracelets. after all, him and kaeya used to make those for each other all the time. sometimes that young triplet consisting of a very dedicated jean, a shy kaeya and a mischievous diluc (sometimes a cutsey barbara who tried to eat the beads) would gather together to create and exchange such bracelets.

a tradition that diluc might’ve let go of but had never forgotten. when you go to sleep at night diluc immediately places your bracelet into a drawer where he kept all of the ones from his childhood.

K. KAZUHA — 枫原万叶

“is this a friendship bracelet? that’s very considerate of you, my love.” kazuha tilts your chin to press a feather-light kiss onto your lips, his touch so tender it was like being touched by sunlight itself. “but i thought we were passed our journey of friendship?” his hand travel down to your hips. squeezing them intently to bring you close to his flowery scent.

“or do i need to remind you that we’re lovers?” taking your hand in his, kazuha leaned his head down to press his lips against your knuckles, eyes peeking through his bangs as if to entice you. and, well, of course it did. kazuha knew just a simple glance at you paired with an affectionate grin was enough to lure you into loving his arms.

kazuha didn’t expect for a piece of handmade jewellery consisting of maple leaf charms with red string to become so sentimental to him, but it was only a matter of time till the bracelet helped become an engraved memory of you. he’d kiss it each time you were apart, hold it up against moonlight while stargazing, trying to illustrate your figure within a constellation.

wandering became more exciting. he’d get to slowly part from your lips, while still having a perpetual reminder of the love you shared with a few pieces of strings tied to his wrist alone.

kazuha, though content with this, always secretly craved to hear the sound of your voice as you called his name and reached out to him. however, within his life he’s learned one thing that has truly stood out; it’s the small things in life that mirror true beauty.

S. KOKOMI — 珊瑚宫心海

“your excellency? what is that on your wrist?” gorou tilted his head curiously, his ears twitching in tandem.

“hm? oh, this?” she shakes the coral coloured bracelet, making the beads and fish charms jingle excitedly as if they were jumping within sea waves. “haha, [name] gave it to me. it’s a friendship bracelet!” kokomi shows it off with pride, a flutter of flapping fins hit her ribcage in the form of her beating heart at the prospect of people seeing the deepness of your ocean-depth bond with just a few beads on a string.

burnout is utterly debilitating. as kokomi spends only a few minutes in her recluse corner within watatsumi, even the shimmering of pearls and the quiet sound of the shore isn’t enough to bring her fragmented energy to rest. nesting her head upon the bundled arms that laid carefully on her desk, she attempted to snooze. finding that she can just barely flutter her curled eyelashes close before an unbearable ache pinches her eyebrows into a knot.

feeling defeated, kokomi sits back up and taps her fingers absentmindedly on the wood, finding just a tiny bit of solace in the sound of clicking and clacking. wait…she quickly glanced at her wrist, noticing she completely forgot to take off her bracelet when preforming her duties. despite her fatigue, kokomi can’t help but exhale a smile. calloused fingers tweezing the bubbly fish charms in an attempt for stimuli that wasn’t so agonising.

she’s so glad she has you, even if that memory of you is withheld in something children share for an intended promise of foreverness.

SCARAMOUCHE — 斯卡拉姆齐

“are you twelve?“ scaramouche raises his eyebrows at you with a sneer, a look of either disgust or confusion on his face. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were mocking me.”

“you’re short but not kid short!” you retorted to appease him, rolling your eyes at his annoying theatrics. did he really have to be so bitchy all the time? i guess when people say that short people tend to be the most angry because all that wrath is bottled into such a teeny body it’s very true…

the friendship bracelets (yes you made two!) were a representation of his journey from the malicious “balladeer” to the slightly less malicious and more so bittersweet wanderer. a contradicting colour palette yet his frosty and asshole attitude remained the same no matter what hue of the rainbow he was dipped in (should’ve been named skittle not scaramouche).

“if you don’t like it that much you don’t have to wear it, it’s not like i’m forcing you.” a pang of disappointed squeezed your chest heavily. it would’ve been fine if he just threw it away after a week or so. you would’ve been extremely hurt yes, but it’s better than having your own lover reject a handmade gift without even a thought for your feelings.

seeing your frown lines and the way your eyebrows scrunched together, scaramouche sighed and immediately snatched the bracelets back. quickly covering them over his wrist and crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. “i never said i wouldn’t wear it, stop being whiny.”

the slight embarrassment he felt was worth every stroke of blush on his cheeks if it meant he could see you smile brightly at something so childish.

S. HEIZOU — 鹿野院平藏

“it’s not our anniversary.” heizou stated simply.

“nope.”

“neither of our birthdays.”

“nope.”

“not a special achievement either.”

“nope.”

“alright, love, spill. what’s the occasion, hm? just in the mood to spoil me with your affections?” heizou threw his hands up in defeat. not being able to use his detective experience into deciphering why you decided to be so cute today and bless his otherwise uneventful day.

carefully, you wrapped the bracelet around his eager wrist. “no occasion~ just felt like giving you a friendship bracelet to show my love for you.” he raises an eyebrow. leaning to your eye level, heizou procures a look of confused distaste at your seemingly innocent admission. “friendship?” he looks away dejected, placing his hands on his hips. “and here i thought i was your very cool and sweet boyfriend.”

brushing away his dramatics and looping your arms around his neck to pull his pouty face in closer, you retaliate. “oh hush, you’re still my lovely dramatic boyfriend.” heizou smirked and leaned in impossibly close, his breath tickling your soft skin generously.

“then, could you show your love for me in another way too?” begrudgingly, you caved. moulding your lips with his while his hands gradually situated themselves on your hips. a chuckle escapes his occupied mouth, leaving a tingling feeling down your spine as you pull away, a bright smirk on his face. “thanks for the bracelet, baby~ i’ll be sure to wear it as my lucky charm during investigations!”

A. ITTO — 荒泷一斗

“well of course you’d want to bless the almighty arataki itto with such a gift! i humbly accept your offering~” itto sways a thumbs up, tongue rolling across his pointy teeth in an extravagant display of confident hubris. all in vain, of course. no amount of bravado could dull the charming blush on his cheeks; the way his grin hoisted into a genuine smile of gratitude or the way his eyes glistened with a familiar light; childlike wonder.

itto was never and has never been accustomed to such small things in life. honestly, he was lucky for a stranger to not throw insults, physical objects, hits, kicks, spit, and the like for his mere existence. a friendship bracelet was an event that was so far out of reach for the oni that the only thing he wanted to do right now was to kiss you stupid.

but, he couldn’t. he stood still, twiddling with the beads that nested against his wrist with a haze that was absentminded you felt like tapping him would cause a bubble to burst above his head for water to splash him awake.

the word “friend” doesn’t even register into his brain. he’s too content with the knowledge that your bond meant something to you. that he meant something to you.

you’ve never seen itto so quiet before. he’s usually this giant (literally) ball of energy that bounces around the place and shares an infectious attitude of confidence and joy with no restraint even to the most stoic, but right now, it was like he was that small vulnerable child again given a chance at redemption for simply living.

CYNO — 赛诺

cyno tilts his head to the side as he stares with pinched brows at the weaved threads of purple and yellow beads and charms that you held in front of you with a delicate hand. “what’s the bracelet for?”

“it’s a friendship bracelet!” taking the initiative, you wrap the bracelet around his relatively small wrist and watch in awe as it seems to match his palette perfectly. perhaps not his personality, but maybe if he wore this around regularly people wouldn’t be so frightened by his frozen features.

cyno went quiet for a moment, a look of confusion on his face. a look that made you shrink in shame. did he not like it? was something wrong with it? is it too childish for someone with such an esteemed status? all such baseless thoughts get immediately dispelled once cyno’s lips curl into a subtle grin, his eyes narrowing devilishly.

you’ve often seen this look when he’s about to score a rewarding win in a tcg tournament. but, he also had this look when…fuck. you sigh in defeat and simply let him say it. “why did the friendship bracelet break up with its partner?”

“…ha. why?”

“because it felt tied down.”

you know how in animes when someone says something very fucking stupid, it’s like the world echoes with silence to allow the person to truly feel the embarrassment from their words? you hoped that’s what cyno felt when you blank stared him with a thin line for your lips, hands clenching and unclenching as you fought the urge to squeeze his cheeks together.

“do you get it?” he asks, but before he can ramble about the absolutely articulate construction of his pun, you spring into action and press your lips passionately on his. of course, he replies eagerly. enjoying the clicking of the beads hitting together as his hand made it’s swift, instinctive movement to your waist.

LYNEY — 林尼

“mon ange…is this for me?” lyney smiles gently at you, sneaking the red bracelet onto his wrist. unable to take his away from the fine craftsmanship and the adorable details of hats, doves and some card charms. knowing you thought of him so directly and so in depth made his heart flutter the same way a dove’s wings expand after being liberated from a cooped cage.

“of course it is, it’s a friendship bracelet!” you clasp your hands behind your back, awaiting either his praise or his teasing — whatever he was in the mood for more. despite the happiness that surged through his heart like a bad game of throw the dart, believe me you shot him hard in the feels, lyney frowns.

“but, mon chéri…” he sighs in despair, a theatric hand over the very heart you had gripped tightly in your hand with a mere few beads of coloured wax. “i haven’t gotten a gift for you, i feel rather ashamed of myself.”

“don’t worry about that, this is just meant to be my good luck charm for you during your shows and…” your voice trailed off to him. not because he was uninterested but because he loved the buzzing sound of your melodic syllables each time your lips opened.

“ah, my dear,” lyney paused your affectionate rambles politely, “you’ve got something here…” you tilt your head to the side quizzically and await for him to point at it or take it out. he grins wildly. “well, isn’t that cute?” lyney chuckles softly and while leaning suuuper close to your ear, ‘magically’ pulls out a rainbow rose from seemingly no where.

“it seems we’re even now, hm?” he gestures, handing the rose over with a wink, leaving a cheeky kiss to your jawline in gratitude.

LYNETTE — 琳妮特

knowing lynette’s character and demeanour intricately, you’re aware that grand gestures aren’t at all her thing. she can barely handle a tea time conversation with someone if she’s forced to play an active role.

the bracelet sat enclosed within your palm as you rambled on about your day to lynette, feeling an unshakable amount of anxiety vomiting into your gut for no reason but overthinking. you’ve been avoiding giving her this bracelet for a week now in fear she’ll find very little value or use in something so minimal.

“you have something you want to give me.” a phrase intended as a question, but said more so as a statement.

“i…uh, how did you know?” you laugh and play with the strings of the bracelet cautiously as to not break it.

“your eyebrows are furrowed and you keep glancing away from me.” she analyses you like a real robot…i guess she’s really committed to that bit. either that or she just loves you too much that being unable to read your expressions would be a grievous sin on her part.

with a sigh of defeat, you slide over the bracelet to her with an awkward smile paling your usually joyous lips. “i made a friendship bracelet for you…thought it’d be cute.” lynette doesn’t understand people around her a majority of the time. truly, she doesn’t even want to, it’s not like she needs to either since she has her brother to leech on and others to fool with her robotic party trick and yet, she can’t help but wonder why it is you choose to defend yourself over something so sweet.

“thank you, it’s cute. i’ll wear it for my next show if i’m able to.” her lips curve upward in what to most would seem like a twenty degree uplift, but to you, it meant quite literally everything.

FREMINET — 菲米尼

nothing. no amount of experiences with his interactions with people could’ve prepared him for the absolute heart attack that was this gesture.

he loved it, too much. he wishes he could just dip back into the ocean depths. indulge in a meaningless conversation with the tidalga, or even express his feelings of adoration to you to pers. but currently, it was only you two sharing a humble moment together. no person he could lean in, no space he could rush the words he’d love to say to you in gratitude for the gift.

and you knew that. and that’s what he also loved about you. how willing you were to accept and love him even with him being less socially adept than a coral reef. feeling the cool and vibrant coloured bracelet tilt around his wrist and knot in place, he smiled wobbly.

between the silence, you knew that the quiet smile and nod meant more than his stammered and hushed words could ever express. leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his wrist and cheek, freminet manages to gulp a bit of courage and swallow his static and tingly anxiety, reaching to kiss your forehead. letting his lips linger momentarily before he backed away. “thank you…”

FURINA — 芙宁娜

heartbeat pounding in her ears. eyes narrowing into puffy circles. her bottom lip bitten brutally by her gnashing teeth. hands shaky, making her teacup tremble within her grip. why were you glaring at her so intensely?!

first the invitation for a tea party with only you two as the special guests. second the ominous letter claiming you two “need to talk.” and now, you were completely quiet and calmly snacking, drinking away several blends of tea without a word! it was absolutely ridiculous to think the one person she has entrusted her still mending heart with is ignoring all the clear signs of hesitance and vulnerabilities within the relationship despite them all being initiated by them!

“so, furina.” you clasp your hands together, an impish look transforming your usually peaceful face. her heartbeat stammers as her eyes meet yours in a tender glance. “uhm..yeah?” furina attempts to appear more courageous than she is, but truly, she’s shitting it (for lack of a better term).

the silence stretched on for too long before you giggled and pulled up a blue and white toned bracelet from your sleeves, shaking it with your fingertips with a kind smile. “i made you a friendship bracelet!”

a ghost wavered out of her frightened soul, the tea in her hand put down at this point so she can savour the comforting feeling of her head in her hands. being a gorgeous, shining star in the spotlight of fontaine’s grand stage, furina isn’t a secondhand stranger to gifts. whether they’ve been given to her personally, awkwardly, silently, with no words signed or a creepy letter attached expressing their reverence.

she wishes you’d sometimes go that route instead of matching her in these theatrics! begrudgingly, despite the little flutter in her heart, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist and looked at you with a pout that you couldn’t help but lean in to kiss.

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

neuvillette hums a tune along to the orchestra of the vinyl. an accompanying sound of his pen hastily itching onto the paper adding to the rhythm. his door opens and while he’d normally remain quietly focused on his piling paperwork, he recognised this particular patter of footsteps coming towards him. you.

smiling habitually and peering his head up, neuvillette greeted you lovingly. “hello, my love. what brings you here today? did you get in trouble?” he knew the reason you’d come ushering into his office was hardly with the intention of getting him to aid you with your troublesome quarrels, but rather, you just wanting his love and affection that he was more than willing to fulfil. if time allowed, of course.

“no, no. nothing like that, yet…” you grinned and neuvillette looked at you with a playful look of disappointment at the hesitance. “i made you a gift!” with a prideful aura that was less arrogance and more pure joy, you presented the bracelet to him. he wasted no time in stirring the small bundle of fabric and beads with his gloves. “look,” you pointed eagerly, “i even managed to commission some furina and melusine charms! you know how we always joke about them being like our children? i thought i’d be a cute addition!”

he exhaled a satisfactory laugh in agreement, interlocking your hand in his to press a kiss to your knuckles in thanks. “cute, indeed. thank you, mon chéri. you’re too sweet sometimes.” you sit on the edge of his desk, watching excitedly as he places the bracelet onto his wrist. “as a gift in return, after i’m done with work, how about we take a nice stroll together? i assure you, no rain will interrupt our serenity so long as you’re by my side.”

NAVIA — 娜维娅

immediately gushes at you as your palm opens to present the gold and blue hued bracelet to her, adorned with rose charms that you personally painted in gold and a greyish blue to accentuate her outfit if she decides to wear it. it was less a decision and more a necessity.

she delicately handled the bracelet onto her wrist and kissed both of your cheeks in gratitude, “thank you so much, sweetheart! this is so cute…but what’s the occasion? it’s not our anniversary or anything like that.” navia smiled at you, playing with some of the little roses and twirling them around in appreciation.

“it’s a friendship bracelet!”

her lips pucker into a pout as she starts to coddle you within her arms, occasionally swinging you around gently. “you’re so absolutely adorable!” she nips at your earlobe, kissing it as a form of apology. “but honey, you do know we aren’t just friends right?” navia captures your cheeks within her palms. “we’re lovers!” she presses several kisses across your face, ending her affectionate spillage with a press of her lips on yours.

“oops— haha, sorry i got lipstick all over you, darling.” navia chuckled and began wiping away all the lipstick smudges from your pretty face. yet her attempts bore no fruit. instead of wiping away anything, she only made it oh so much worse. “ah well, guess we both got presents from one another today?” she snickers, twirling her wrist to show off the bracelet with a wink.

GA MING — 嘉明

if you thought this man’s eyes couldn’t get any brighter, then you’re absolutely dead wrong. if you thought he could jump high while lion dancing, you’re also absolutely dead wrong!

he could outrun god right now. if you asked him to defeat a hoard of lined up mondstadt and liyue treasure hoarders, he’d do it in a heartbeat. what possessed you to be so cute?! do you seriously think he can take another heart attack like this after the one he had during lantern rite?

you aren’t able to say much or even explain your reasons for as to why you decided to make this nor what it even is or represents before ga ming smacks his lips messily all over your face. a mixture of your own gloss from kissing you earlier and his own saliva stick to your skin sloppily and you can’t help but feel both enamoured and grossly repulsed at the mixture of sticky wetness on your cheeks as well as the love that seemed to glow like fireworks.

“mmuah~! i love you so much…are you trying to make me cry?” he pouts, becoming a giggling mess as soon as you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

he keeps the bracelet on every day. sometimes he’ll be pouty all day if he’s unable to wear it in fear of it snapping and wasting away all your precious hard work due to either his negligence or the pains of manual labour…he’ll have to cope with simply glancing at the red imprints the beads had left intended onto his skin for satisfaction.

CHIORI — 千织

“what is this?” she jingles the vivid and strong orange coloured bracelet in front of her face, appreciating the tiny details of the cute sewing equipment charms and what looked to be handmade porcelain bows embedded onto some beads.

“it’s a friendship bracelet!” you gleam at her, pride evident in your face at your creation. she hums in agreement; it was certainly something alright.

“oh. cute.” that’s all the genuine feedback she could give you without mentioning how tacky it would look with her attire — it was an affectionate gesture, one which she didn’t want to undermine and therefore, with little complaint despite her own personal conflicts, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, extending her hand out and twirling it to admire the craftsmanship.

you won’t see her actively wearing it out in every day life, perhaps you’ll manage to sneak a glimpse of her playing with the beads while she’s going over some designs in her sketchbook but otherwise, her gloved hands contain nothing but the smell of perfume.

not that she’d admit it outright until you asked, but the real reason she refuses to wear your bracelet daily is for a simple reason; she doesn’t want it to break in order to have that constant reminder of you as she goes to bed and stares up at her ceiling with the bracelet being coddled between her fingertips.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

“you’re so childish.” she muses, tracing her nails across the beads, eliciting a weird clacking sound as the charms and beads hit against each other. “but i suppose that’s also an alluring aspect to you.” she ushers the bracelet onto her wrist. despite it being completely covered, there was something even more intimate about her gift being a part of a hidden identity for her; your affection only intended for your gorgeous eyes and her narrowed ones.

tilting your head to her eye-level, you can smell her musky perfume. she leaned in for a kiss. her lips tasting like flavoured gloss consisting of all sorts of red berries, an accurate mirror to the rosey colour of her bright lips. a sneaky hand traced circles around your hips and waist as she attempted to take your breath away. a scythe is a befitting weapon for a woman who’s kiss was practically a notion for death.

she’s used to her children offering gifts and trinkets to her. rocks, random jewellery they crafted with glue, messy crayon drawings, sometimes even in the most macabre scenarios, blood itself. each of those, however, she cherished wholeheartedly. the same way she’d cherish the bond between you two that she’d never allow for anyone to break.

so long as she continuously receives silly gestures like this, she’s convinced she’ll be able to hold you within her embrace with very little effort.

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[yandere-daydreams]

tw - implied kidnapping, possessive behavior, slight stalking, delusional thoughts.

[commissioned piece. donate to palestinians in gaza here.]

Like most tailors, Chiori often finds herself preoccupied with the concept of preservation.

It’s as inevitable as it is unreasonable, for those who work through mediums as impermanent as fabric and textile. To make a piece of clothing is to make something that, by its very definition, cannot last. No matter how fine the silk, no matter how strong the thread, no matter how sturdy her design – colors will fade and stitches will run and eventually, the only thing left of her masterpiece will be a pile of scraps left to rot underneath a bed or among the cobwebs in a forgotten attic corner. Fashion is an even more unforgiving mistress. What does it mean to try and capture the beauty of a single moment in a world that stood for a thousand years before she ever thought to pick up a needle and will stand for a thousand more, when she’s no longer able to? What does it mean that she keeps trying, regardless?

Inevitably, when Chriori thinks about herself and her craft, she thinks about preservation. And, when she thinks about preservation, she thinks about you.

You, in the most generous of sentiments, are the enemy of permanence. Her designs may eventually fall apart, but you seem to tear and shatter all that you touch, to rend the very fabric of reality without ever dropping that achingly oblivious smile. Your first visit to her shop ended with a shattered teacup, your second with a chip to the blade of her favorite pair of sheers, your tenth with a pot of her darkest, blackest dye splattered across an otherwise untouched skein of dove-white silk. Calling you clumsy would be an understatement – you’re a vehicle of pure destruction, an entity of the type of chaos that so often reduces her finest creations to rags. If it wasn’t for the way you apologize so wholeheartedly after each and every offense, the bright optimism written across your expression each time you step through the door of her boutique, she might mistake your drastic lack of coordination for a deliberate act of sabotage. At least, if that were the case, she may be able to find the strength to banish you entirely from her domain.

Her frequent gifts to you – unpaid orders, she assures, items that would just go to waste if left to gather dust on her shelves – are demolished with a similar haste. That, you can blame on the needs of your trade, claim that the clothes of the noble class don’t mix with the work of laborers, but as often as she tries, she fails to see what’s so dangerous about hauling spools of ribbon and crates of lace from one boutique to another. You do your best to mend torn sleeves, to find replacements for missing buttons, but she almost wishes you wouldn’t – that you’d let her claims to you die a swift death rather than defacing them so humiliatingly. In her weakest moments, she considers that being more blatant with her intentions, speaking to you in something other than cutting innuendo and being more transparent in her attempts to carve her name into you, but it wouldn’t make a difference. Your nature, so quick and brash and thoughtless, is contradictory to hers. No number of signatures stitched into the hems of undercollars and lipstick stains pressed into the lining between layers of material can change that.

Certainly, none of it can change the trait Chiori finds most troubling in you – your willing inability to preserve even the most precious of things, yourself. Fontaine is a much more gentle land than Inazuma, but no part of Teyvat is completely free from risk. You brag worryingly often about your run-ins with local monsters, go on at length about having to guard the embroideries she had commissioned from the finest thread-painters in Liyue from fabric-eating slimes and especially fashionable thieves, but all your levity can’t seem to draw your attention from the bruises blossoming upward from your shirt collar, the bandages so often wrapped around knuckles and plastered over your cheeks. Mortality is a concept you seemed to have considered briefly and ultimately discarded, leaving Chiori to try to make something redeemable out of the scraps. It’d be enough to drive anyone mad. It’d be enough to drive any good tailor to extremes.

You are not a delicate fabric. Satin can be properly hemmed and handled with gloves, embroidery glazed over with perfumes and resins, lace held to a candle and burnt into a more sustainable form, but you are not so easily changed. Gowns have no regard for safety or the lack thereof, but you – frustrating, impossible you – seem to actively detest the very idea of it.

You are the enemy of permeance. It’s a thought Chiori often considers, lingers on, obsess over, as she would the safe keeping of any of her proudest works.

But, she finds herself thinking, as she feels the reassuring chill of iron chains again her palm and weighs it against two matching twin cuffs, there’s a chance she may just be pairing you with the wrong materials.

[kurogane2512]

HI KURO I LOVE YOUR WORKS SM CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE CHIORI AND G!P READER WHERE READER FUCKS THE HELL OUT OF CHIORI AFTER BEING PENT UP FOR SO LONG 😓😓

In celebration of Chiori's release, here you go!

18+ CONTENT

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Chiori x g!p reader

Type: Smut (blowjob, table sex, creampie)

It was a pleasant evening when you went to Chiori's boutique to ask for a new set of formal clothes as you were to attend a gathering at your workplace in a week. You didn't expect the shop to be so filled to the brim even at this hour, but you knew it couldn't be helped.

"Welcome to Chioriya Boutique. How may I help you?" Chiori's assistant greeted you at the entrance, you glanced around and saw Chiori attending to a customer hence decided to wait for her. Chiori also saw you walk in but paid no heed and focused on her work at hand, that's just how she was and you had problems. You sat in the waiting area and watched her diligently work with the customers around her, admiring her style and ethics.

You didn't expect her to tend to you first just because you were her partner; and frankly, you preferred to be tended later when there were less people around. Hours passed as you sat and waited, occassionally helping yourself to some tea and snacks and reading some magazines. You realized you were the last in line since nobody else came in after you and Chiori was still quite busy with others.

At last, Chiori was finally free to tend to you but to her surprise, you had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for her. Her expression remained steeled but she felt slightly guilty inside for making you wait so long, it was perhaps due to the fact that she knew you won't force yourself in the middle that she rested easy and decided to come to you last.

She sent her assistants home for the day and closed the blinders of the shop then walked up to you and extended her hands towards your face to cup it but quickly retracted it and cleared her throat.

"Y/n, wake up. It's your turn now."

Her sharp voice rang through your ears and you jolted awake to see her standing in front of you with her arms crossed over chest. You hurriedly stood up but looked around to see the shop was empty and she had pulled out the blinders in the front, finally realizing it was quite late.

"A-Ah, I'm sorry. It seems you are closing up now, I'll come tomorrow morning."

Chiori stared at you with her usual straightforward expression then held your wrist and pulled you towards her work table before grabbing her tools.

"Don't waste time. What clothes do you want?"

"Um... I wanted a formal suit for a workplace gathering, something elegant and simple but enough as a party wear, if that makes sense."

Chiori nodded and took out a few fabric pieces to make you choose, you hesitantly went over the choices then finally picked one of them and she grabbed her measuring tape then came in front of you.

"W-Wait, don't you already have my measurements....?"

"Hmph, and what if you have changed in some areas? The measurements are almost 4 months old now, and with your eating habits I'm certain you have lost a few inches here and there."

"H-Hey, don't put it so bluntly. I try to eat well now..." you spoke in an embarrassed tone and looked away. Chiori smiled to herself for a moment then donned her usual expression and began taking your measurements.

"Hmm... I knew it, your shoulders are thinner by 3 cm.... and your waist by 8 cm... Seriously, what are you even eating?"

Chiori mumbled as she went all around your upper body then kneeled down in front to take measurements for your pants. You blushed all of a sudden looking at her in such a tempting position and felt your cock twitch in your pants, hoping she would be done soon and doesn't notice. Chiori then placed the tape on your pants' button and aligned it till your crotch point, noticing a small bulge as soon as she pressed the tape on it.

Chiori grinned and pressed the tape once again, earning a startled gasp from you. "Hmm, seems one part of you has grown at the very least. Looks like all that you are eating is going here~"

Chiori teased while palming your crotch, vibrations going up your body. She then zipped down your flyer and fished out your semi-erect cock, pumping it slowly and languidly.

"Ngh~ C-Chiori...."

"....I'll make it up to you for the wait." Chiori whispered then kissed your tip, your face becoming flushed at her actions.

"But first, take off your clothes. I don't want any fabrics getting dirty."

You couldn't do anything but comply, you swiftly pulled off your shirt and pants then stood in front of her and watched her pull down her kimono followed by her tights, keeping her underwear on. She dropped to her knees again and began pumping your cock like before, the length fully erect now. She placed her lips around the head and swiped her tongue over the slit, sucking and licking your cock.

Your groaned and gently held her head to stabilise yourself, she began bobbing her head up and down your length now. You thrusted your hips into her with a rhythmic motion, your tip brushing the back of her throat every time. Her hands massaged your balls and pumped your base as she continued bobbing her head, you sighed at the feeling of her warm and wet tongue slurping along that one vein and the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.

"Gah—! Chiori! T-Too fast—!~"

"I have to... close the shop soon.... hurry up and cum." Chiori moaned around your length, sending shivers down your body and you gripped her hair tighter.

Chiori eagerly bobbed her head and sucked your cock as if she was starved, perhaps she really felt bad for making you wait this long, or perhaps she simply wanted this so much. Your cock twitched as you formed a perfect rhythm with your thrusts, lightly gripping her hair and pulling her closer to plunge deeper.

"I'm close....nggh~" you moaned and Chiori hummed then swallowed your cock entirely, your eyes rolling to your skull as you instantly released inside her. Your hips jerked forward and you pulled her mouth flush against your abdomen, sending small thrusts inside her as you spurted your load. Chiori barely managed to swallow all your load, some drops dripping down her chin onto her breasts that she scooped up and licked.

"How messy. Good thing we removed our clothes." Chiori teased with a grin as she stood up and you suddenly pushed her to the table before turning her around and bending her body on it. Chiori gasped in surprise then moaned feeling your throbbing cockhead rub against her own drenched folds.

"Hmm.... you are slow, Y/n. Put it in already."

"I'm slow? Did you forget you are the one who made me wait for hours?~" you husked in her ear and licked the shell, your body resting on her back as you continued grinding your cock between her thighs.

"H-Hmph! Don't consider yourself special just cause you are my girlfriend—!"

"Oh, but I do. After all, you wouldn't accept this payment method from anyone else, right?~"

"Heh, do you want to be thrown out of my shop?~"

"Oh, try me~"

You immediately sheathed inside her in a swift motion, a loud gasp leaving her mouth as her body arched off the table. Your groaned at her tightness, her walls clenching you so well. You rutted into her in slow and shallow thrusts at first, making her more restless as she chased her release.

"I told you to get on with it! It's already so late—Mhm!~"

You suddenly slammed deep inside, prodding her sensitive spot. You then continued hammering against that same spot with a fast pace, your thighs slapping against her ass eliciting erotic noises in the shop. It was a good thing she put the blinders on the window, otherwise the Thundering Seamstress' dignity would be in trouble. You pounded at an animalistic pace, her body arching into you with each thrust and a moan filling your ears.

"Gonna cum again... damn, you are so tight for me, Chiori~"

"Mhmmm.... s-stop talking.... just fuck me....!~"

"My, such crude language is unbecoming of you, Ms Chiori~"

You smiked and pushed her further down by her lower back, making a beautiful arch of her body. You gripped her hips and drilled forward, your thick cock splitting her open. Her mind was hazy fron the stimulations, and soon after she felt a surge of hot and gooey liquid filling her up. She moaned as her walls clenched your cock and she released too, a ring of cum forming at the base of your cock.

You pulled out and watched some of the cum drip down her folds while she laid panting atop the table. You turned her around and held her up in your arms, her hands wrapping around your neck and legs around your waist. You kissed her deeply and passionately, then carried her to the couch and plunged your cock inside her again.

"H-Hey! Let's go home and— aaah!~"

"No, we do it right here. You made me wait for so long, you have to compensate me right~"

[transmascaraa]

!300 followers special!

giving the fontainians bouquets!

characters: bf!/gf!every fontaine character x gn!reader

author's note: THANK YOU GUYS FOR 300 FOLLOWERS AND I DECIDED TO DO THIS, WELL, THE IDEA WAS SUGGESTED BY MY LOVELY @mariaace AND I THINK IT'S ADORABLE! this is what the poll was about btw lmfao ANYWAYS enjoy<33

✧ Furina

-blushing.

-adorable blushing.

-"o-oh! t-thank you, [name]! i didn't expect such a... beautiful bouquet... but i'm not complaining, don't get me wrong!"

-she would keep that bouquet in your guys' house for the rest of eternity.

-and would combine it with every other bouquet/flower you gave her.

-she loves you 5 times more now.

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✿⁠ Neuvillette

-"w-well... this is certainly.. unexpected. but.. thank you. you truly are thoughtful."

-he would be flustered but definitely wouldn't try to hide it as many others would.

-it's a really pleasant feeling for him and he sees no point in trying to hide it, especially from the person causing it.

-aka the one he loves.

-keeps the bouquet on his nightstand, making sure none of the flowers die or lose color.

-and if at least one flower does, he'll write you a 10 page paragraph apology with a big bouquet next to it.

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☆ Wriothesley

-"oh, well... thank you, i suppose. *wink*"

-he'd be so much more flirty and teasing after that.

-i mean, he'll keep the flowers and take care of them, but he'll tease you a lot more.

-more frequent winks and smug looks to you.

-he just knows you love it when he makes you blush like that.

-not like you're complaining in the first place.

-and he's expecting more flowers after that.

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✯ Navia

-THIS BEAUTY OF A WOMAN.

-will definitely blush and elegantly take it in her hands while she smells the flowers.

-"wow... they're so beautiful... thank you, really..!"

-she values your relationship a lot but now she values it even more.

-it really makes her feel loved and appreciated.

-probably would invite you to a dinner date afterwards, where you eat macaroons together.

-and keep the bouquet eternally.

-idk i have a thing for fictional blondes

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✷ Clorinde

-she's not playable yet but ughhhh

-she's perfect she would literally blush but still try to keep her intimidating and serious behavior.

-"this is... for me? thank you, i suppose."

-if you tease her about her blushing you'll just make her blush even more.

-but don't do it, let her get comfortable with you aka get to somewhere more private.

-this woman will literally send you a letter signed by "champion duelist" not wanting you to know that it was her.

-the letter consisted of a "thank you." and a purple flower tied to it.

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⑅ Lyney

-unexpectedly, he would blush really hard.

-like ofc he would do his best to mask it but you can see through him almost like lynette, you've known him long enough.

-"a-ah! mon amour..! this is simply beautiful and so kind of you! but- i'm the one who gives you flowers, not the other way around, right?"

-wether you agree or disagree with him, he will continue blushing.

-will keep the flowers on your guys' living room table, to remind him of this moment anytime.

-do it more and see how much longer he can keep masking all of that.

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๑ Freminet

-"w-why thank you, [name]... y-you're really sweet..."

-a blushing mess.

-the flowers will be taken care of, no worries!

-but the way his heart started beating fast when you gave him the flowers made him smile.

-he tried to hide the blushing but he failed, too captivated by your confidence.

-he's probably gonna talk to lyney and lynette all worried with how his dear beloved makes him feel.

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✪ Lynette

-"this is.. certainly an unexpected gift. thank you sincerely, [name]."

-she'd blush but she's too good at hiding it.

-wether you notice or not, she'll act the same.

-it's not exactly "serious mode" after that.

-but she will keep the bouquet and take care of it.

-she would let you know that she liked it and that she kept it, sure, but not as emotionally as the others would.

-she's adorable when you notice her blushing face tho.

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× Arlecchino

-i had to include her since she's a fontainian too.

-"this is for me? well, i can't say i don't like it, so, thank you, if that's what you wish to hear."

-she's not one of those who would blush, instead, she'd either make you blush, or just let you know that she likes it with a genuine smile.

-honestly, in both situations, she'd make you blush.

-she just has that captivating aura, not like she would blush like a child right then and there unlike lyney

-but yeah i see her keeping the flowers too

-the only difference after that would be her reminding you of that whenever you disagreed with her for whatever reason.

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⊹ Chiori

-not exactly a fontainian but she does live in fontaine so ig i have to include her

-i love her and i love her personality and i love how she would react.

-"this is all... for me? why, thank you, my dear. i don't remember a time when i felt this appreciated."

-there would be some faint blush on her cheeks but her eyes showed more.

-they showed her thankfulness/gratefulness for you aka for having you in her life.

-now those flowers stand on her shop window, making the boutique look even more stylish.

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⊰ Chevreuse

-she's so underrated imo

-she's not used to love/gifts at all but this definitely made her happy.

-"thank you, i guess. i've never received something like this, but i'm glad i finally did. and it's from you."

-i see her having a huge soft spot for you, especially after that.

-will definitely talk to chiori about you and this moment.

-she'll even give you a bouquet a few days after as a sign of gratefulness and returning the favor.

-she cares for you a lot deep down.

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YAYYYY I'M DONE<3

i didn't include sigewinne cuz i wanted to make this romantic (i think that's all of them for now btw)

but yeah i hope you guys like it^^

| @mariaace <3

[stellar-skyy]

cws: reader wears a dress and could be read as fem, but gender is unspecified. mentions of chiori helping reader get changed but it is non-sexual and not intended to be suggestive.

CHIORI likes to treat you like a mannequin. it’s only out of practicality, she says—a synthetic body can only show her so much; not how it looks on an actual person, nor how the material feels against skin, and certainly not how the garment shifts as the wearer moves.

that’s what she explained, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t adore seeing you in her clothes.

bunches of chiffon tumbling over your hips, slippery silk that clings to every curve, soft lace tickling the back of your neck… she surveys each look sharply, murmuring her approval under her breath. there’s no greater moment of adoration than when she sees her designs brought to life on your body, measured and cut to fit you perfectly.

“hold still,” chiori murmurs, sliding another pin into the dress. she rests her hand on your waist, leaning perhaps a touch too close than is necessary to adjust the sleeves. her touches are deft, delicate.

she’s very careful when she slips the material off your body; you may be her lover, but the moment is strictly professional. a robe is ready to cover you up before the chill of the store, and she traces her nail in a spiral along your bare shoulder before she pulls the fabric over your skin, just to watch you shiver.

“you will help model designs again, won’t you?” she asks when she’s done, leaning close to kiss your cheek. she lingers there for a moment, long enough to whisper against your skin. “you are simply stunning, my love.”

[clorindelover]

NSFW Headcannons

Chiori, Shenhe x GN Reader

!Smut, Minors DNI

//I don’t know, but something about those two makes me act up.

Chiori

She’s the top, don’t even think about challenging her on that. She’s the one who initiates everything so she’s taking the lead.

Don’t try to rip or tear any of her clothes, she takes great pride in them. Even if you’re especially needy, you’ll wait for her to take them off herself, no matter if it takes her a while or not. Your clothes however? She can always make you new ones, so don’t keep her waiting or she won’t hesitate to remove them in her own way.

Doesn’t care whether something is “unorthodox”, as long as it feels good she’ll do it. From designing revealing clothes for you and forcing you to wear them to dragging you away to semi-public places to relieve her of her pent-up urges.

Do as she says and you might get rewarded, resist her and you get to know her less pleasant side.

Shenhe

Okay with whatever you want her to be, although the position of top is more natural to her. Follows your instructions and orders to a tea either way. She trusts that you know what’s best for you two.

Is a quick learner. Teach her something and she’ll start doing it like an expert almost instantly, and while her urge to please you might lead her to overdo it at first, once she learns your boundaries she does her best to respect them, although her impulses make it difficult sometimes.

There’s surprisingly little that’s taboo for her, although she prefers to do it in private.

She has difficulties expressing herself most of the time, which only makes her moans when you play with her breasts even more rewarding.

[pigeonpeach]

I’ve Loved You From the Start

Chiori x oni fem reader

Cw: nudity, Fem reader, reader is big bodied. Pinning, fluff with some suggestive themes

“You don’t like it?” You said surprised. The kimono your friend had seemingly slaved over was truly magnificent to you. The beautiful patterns matched well with your horns. It covered every inch of skin yet allowed you full mobility. It was a boost of confidence to you, for your size was rarely provided in stores. Your weight was healthy for your kind, but humans still regarded you as obese even if the weight was mostly muscles. You were actually considered “underweight” by your oni parents who worried you were too skinny whenever you would visit. Truth be told you had to lose weight if you didn’t want to go out practically nude like Itto did.

“It conceals too much to me… most women don’t even conceal their ankles anymore much less everything below the neck.” She eyed you with a stern expression you couldn’t crack. But knowing her you figured she was up to something. Chiori hardly ever hates her creations. Old ones she views as learning experiences. You didn’t give her much creative freedom so that might be the reason.

“We-well I have to. Anything more revealing and I’d get those comments again.” You sighed.

“Oh please those folk are simply jealous. Your body is far more beautiful than any of those old crones were in their prime and they know it.” She said as she circled you like a shark. She lifted your hands and examined every inch until she just eyed your chest. Which protruded so.

“Well they weren’t all old people but I just can’t find anything my size there at all. I needed something like this but the price to have something customized is more than for other… normal bodies…”

“Nonsense. I won’t charge you a dime. If anything this is good for business. It shows I’m capable of branching out from the societal expectation. That my clothes aren’t simply for one body type but all who come in. And besides, you are far more eyecatching than any other model.” She spoke casually. You tensed a little but relaxed, a blush settled on your cheeks.

“You’re sure you don’t need anything? I could do a favor if you won’t accept my mora. I just can’t take this from you without giving something back.” You said politely. She paused, finally looking in your eyes.

“Are you busy today? I know you’re here on a trip but… I’d like to use you as inspiration for more possible projects.” She walked over to the curtains to draw them, placing s closed sign in the window and making sure not a single ray of sun would leak through.

“No actually. I was just going to go sightseeing in Fontaine. I hardly ever get to leave Inazuma so I made sure to have plenty of time before I return.” You eyed her suspiciously. She brought the paper screens to enclose the space, so even if someone walked in they wouldn’t see you two.

“Undress then.”

“E-excuse me?!”

“I’d like to see your body as bare as possible. I’m going to do some sketches for possible outfits.” She pulled out her sketchbook as she gathered some other utensils to draw with. You gulped. “You offered to pay me with a favor so this is the favor I ask of you. But if you’re uncomfortable I could find another way.”

“Uh… can I at least keep my panties on.” You asked. She sighed.

“If you must.”

Even though Chiori had been a good friend of yours in Inazuma, and had also brought you to the hot springs before, and had routinely seen you in your underwear, it was rather odd to stand posing while she scribbled. You felt incredibly nervous.

“Excellent. Turn around for me.” She instructed. You did so. “So obedient.” She whispered. You wondered if you misheard that. But either way you trusted Chiori. You knew she meant no harm, she wouldn’t do anything against your wishes.

“Um… might I ask what you’ll do with the sketches?” You asked.

“Make the one I find suits you most. I’ll admit its a shame you don’t prefer more feminine clothes.”

“Well I do its just I hardly get to wear them.” You explained. She seemed to light up at that clarification.

“Perfect, because that’s all i have been designing. Now if you’ll allow me I’d like to get a closer look.” She said.

“That’s fine with me.” Your approval seemed to evoke something as she circled you once more. You felt as though she’d bite or do something at any second. It felt invigorating. You had never felt sexy or desirable until you met Chiori. She treated you like you were the epitome of beauty itself. You did however deeply miss her In Inazuma. You felt safe walking with her down the streets. She had on many occasions left your hasslers speechless and sobbing on some occasions. She was known for her brutal honesty, even when faced with nobility. Its why you knew for certain she was honest in her intentions. And you knew that you would receive many outfits in the mail once you got home.

“Chiori… you’ve always been honest with your…um… sexual interest in me but I never knew exactly why?” You croaked as you struggled to maintain a facade of strength and endurance.

“Do you not realize that you’re almost what every lesbian would crave? A big beautiful wife, with a plumb chest and behind, thighs thick enough to crush, tall, strong, and oh so polite. You’re everything a femme could want. If only you would leave Inazuma. You know, a fellow fashion designer caught sight of my sketches of you from back then and she wanted to know if you would be her model.” Her voice never wavered in any sort of embarrassment. You however felt a shrill run up your spine.

“O-oh.. i didn’t realize you like women too.”

“How?!” She seemed baffled at that response. “Oh please no man could ever compare to even the most basic of women. The curves, the plumps, the lips-“

“No i just didn’t want to assume anything. I figured you might have been but i thought it was wrong to make assumptions.” You quickly clarified.

“Good. I’ve made my interest in you far too obvious. It truly is a shame you didn’t want to come to Fontaine with me then.” She sighed. “People here seem to like you. They don’t have the biases of those retirement aged folk in inazuma. They see you as a stranger but also a kind one. I heard you helped a beached boat the other day, those sailors boasted about how you did the work of five men in one push. I’ve even noticed how the former hydro archon eyes you when we passed her the other day.” You truly were baffled.

“I-i was too worried then that.. i’d slow you down. Please say you’re not playing up my reputation here. I do love fontaine but If I leave Inazuma I want to be certain its the right choice of place.” You looked her in the eye as she still eyed your chest. Her hand reaching up to gently play with it. She looked at you as you turned red.

“I assure you my intentions aren’t just to keep you here with me. I have missed you greatly while here. The letters I sent don’t convey that enough to me. But I swear on a oathe that you could sue me for, the majority of fontainians I have heard from have nothing but admiration or curiosity to you. And if they had anything else I wouldn’t hesitate to correct them.” You kneeled so her hand could reach your face and brush the hair behind your ear. Her face was closer to you now as you looked at her. “I swear on the very life of every citizen in every nation, I would protect and provide for you if you just moved here.”

Your faced turned red, a expression of embarrassment and flattery. “I didn’t realize your feelings were that deep.. I just thought you found me attractive.” You gulped. You had been a expert with pushing feelings down, you loved Chiori but you never wanted to weigh her down. You worried your heritage would ruin her reputation or chances in life. You loved her so much that you had been slightly envious of that special patrol lady who had seemed so close to her. But you kept it to yourself.

“I have long viewed you for more than your tits, the reason I look at them so much is simply because of our height difference. But your body is not the reason I know those stereotypes are wrong, that every liar who says you are something else is wrong. I have witnessed your facade crack to reveal someone who is strong in every sense. You may lift a log but you do so for the child who’s stuffed animal was underneath it. You stopped your own and first vacation to help a beached boat and regularly step in to safe those in trouble. Your scars aren’t from battle but from good deeds. Your heart is more golden and radiant than any ring or necklace. If you were a stone, you would be the most precious and sought after. I have loved you all this time and I am not ashamed of it in any regard.” She said bluntly. Instinctively you pulled her in for a kiss. She didn’t resist one bit but instead moved her hands to your waist that instant. A wave of relief and excitement rushed over you int that instant.

Afterawhile she pulled away. “Now let me show you the extent of my love to you, so you can understand just how beautiful you truly are to me.” Her eyes shone with a desire no longer hidden. You nodded as you laid on your back, your legs spreading slightly.

[www-brontide]

You have arrived in Teyvat — a fantasy world where the seven elements flow and converge.

In the distant past, the Archons granted mortals unique elemental abilities. With the help of such powers, people formed a bountiful homeland out of the wilderness. However, 500 years ago, the collapse of an ancient civilization turned the universe upside down...

Though the calamity the world suffered has ceased, peace has yet to be restored.

*Works marked with ♡︎ indicates a favorite of the author.*

The Littlest Things - the littlest things in your relationship that have the biggest meaning. • Xiao, Kazuha, Tighnari ♡︎

Moth to a Flame • Xiao, Diluc, Wanderer ♡︎

MONDSTADT LIYUE INAZUMA SUMERU FONTAINE NATLAN SNEZHNAYA KHAENRI’AH

[perpetualcynicism]

thinking about chiori and a blind reader… somebody who only has a vague impression of her face through roaming their fingers along it every day for years. somebody who can’t see the clothes she tailors but trusts her enough to wear (maybe even model) the clothes she gives them. somebody who knows the textures of her fabrics and the edges of her cuts and the lines of her stitches by heart, and can identify her handiwork by how it’s made—how it feels to the touch—rather than how it looks on the surface.

thinking about exploring themes of vision and sight loss, and what it means to truly ‘see’ something in the sense of understanding it versus physically seeing it. does one need to be able to see to be able to appreciate fashion? can a person who has no vision ‘see’ the world more clearly than a person who can get caught up in its disguises and illusions? what does beauty mean to somebody who has no sight?

[ickadori]

cws for fem reader and forced exhibitionism at the end (?) chiori makes you greet a customer without any clothes on.

“You’re such a careless, girl. You truly do cost me more than you’re worth.”

Chiori sighs as she looks over the tattered dress in her hands, nimble fingers prodding at the tears and holes in the fabric. “I’m beginning to think that you do this purposefully.” This had been the third dress this month to be ruined in some way or another, and while Chiori found great joy in creating new pieces for you to model, this was becoming unacceptable.

Ruby eyes lift to pin you with a steely stare, and she tilts her head at you, one leg crossing over the other as she beckons you forward with a crook of her finger. You take slow steps towards her, your fingers curling into your fist as you move, and she’s sure that you’re incredibly uncomfortable in your current state, completely nude in the near freezing room, but she can’t bring herself to care.

You stop in front of where she’s sitting, and her gaze slowly takes you in - from your head where your hair is still pinned neatly from when she styled it this morning, down to your rounded breasts and over your pebbled nipples, over the slight swell of your belly, and down to the mound that sits squished between your thighs before settling on your face once again.

“What’s your excuse this time? Did it catch on a door? Did you take a fall? Please, tell me.”

“I-I went for a stroll in the garden, and while I was out…” Chiori pays no attention to your words, her attention instead falling back between your legs, and she lets out a quiet sigh, her hand moving forward to touch you. There’s a stutter in your voice, but you continue. “…o-one of those pesky pelicans—oh.” Her thumb pushes past your puffy folds, digit pushing down hard against your clit, and she doesn’t bother looking up as she says a low ‘continue’. “It —ah— attacked me.”

“A pelican attacked you?” She stops her movements to instead spread your lips apart, your legs widening in reflex, and get a better view of your cunt. Your slick webs and stretches as she bares you open, and she watches as your clit twitches under her gaze. “And yet, you don’t have a single scratch on your person. Do you take me for a fool, my dear?” She gathers your slick with the fingers of her other hand, spreading the digits apart and marveling at the sticky, clear substance, before smearing it over your clit, rubbing it in as she draws circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Were the dresses not to your liking?”

She thought the dresses had looked exquisite on you. Yes, they had been tight, short and utterly impractical, but they were for her viewing pleasure. She liked to watch you move around in the small bits of fabric, catching peeks of your ass whenever you reached for something, or glimpses of your panty-clad sex whenever you bent over just the tiniest bit. The bodice pushed your breasts up and out, and the large mounds ballooned out of the top and threatened to expose you with each breath.

“You can be honest with me. I won’t be upset.” She says, two fingers traveling further down to slip inside your tight, wet hole. It greedily sucks her in, squelching and drooling as she fingers you, and your breasts heave with ragged, uneven breaths.

“N-No, they weren’t.” You whine, painted toes curling in the carpet and thighs trembling. She hums, ever grateful that your mind clouded so effortlessly whenever she toyed between your legs.

“What a shame.” She’s never had a single person claim to not like one of her designs, and yet here you were, doing so without a care as you desperately chased your high, with your arousal dripping down her wrist. “Being as though my clothing isn’t to your liking, and I refuse to let a pet of mine wear anyone else’s creation, I suppose you’ll just have to walk around naked, then.”

Her fingers push in deeper and rub, and a short shout leaves your mouth before your leg is jerking up, hips uncontrollably bucking as you cream on her fingers. When you’ve come down from your high, she slips her fingers out of you with a wet squelch before lifting them up, and like the somewhat trained pet you are, you take them in your mouth, lashes wet with tears as you clean them with your tongue.

There’s a bit of commotion from the front of the boutique, followed by a shrill ding from the bell on the counter, and a smirk settles on her darkly painted lips as she pulls her fingers out of your mouth. “I believe we have a customer - why don’t you go up front and greet them as you are while I dry my hands?”

Your eyes widen, mouth opening and closing, and Chiori tuts as she uncrosses her legs before standing from her seat. “Do hurry now. I’d hate to have to punish you for earning me a negative review due to a long wait time.”

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hiiii since it’s my birthday really soon, can I get Hu Tao, Yae Miko, Chiori, UMP45 and Makoto from P5 celebrating readers birthday?? Maybe a surprise party?!?!?!?!

(Genshin Impact/GFL/P5) Hu Tao, Yae Miko, Chiori, UMP45, and Makoto celebrating Reader's birthday

Oh god, I hope I'm still on time for this.

(Hu Tao) "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Hu Tao pops out of absolutely nowhere and scares the hell out of (Y/N), but she is beaming with energy.

Despite the fact the clock had just struck midnight, and S/O was in their own room.

(Hu Tao) "Soooo, what do you plan on doing? Got any cake for today?"

(Y/N) "Hu Tao, I'm trying to sleep. We can talk about this in the morning...Actually, how did you even get in my house?!"

(Hu Tao) "Details we can discuss after your birthday plans! Now, what do you want for today? I can try my best to get you a good sale!"

(Y/N) "Well, it's not a coffin or ghost, I'll tell you that much..."

(Hu Tao) "Wow, buzzkill! I guess I won't treat you to Xiangling's today after all!"

Hu Tao is definitely the type to throw a surprise party, though it's not much of a surprise since she appeared in their bedroom.

Later when it's actually a humane time of day, she invites them over to her home to celebrate properly!

She still wishes they could've had the celebration late at night though, Hu Tao had a lot of jokes planned...

Normally, Yae is supposed to do a formal recital of wishing a pleasant birthday.

But to hell with that, that was boring.

Yae decides to wish (Y/N) a happy birthday in her own way.

(Yae) "(Y/N), I expect to have a good meal today."

(Y/N) "Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?"

(Yae) "Perhaps, but surely you don't plan on going anywhere mundane to eat for such a very special occasion, right?"

(Y/N) "N-Not if it's going to bankrupt all of my Mora!"

(Yae) "Oh come now, I do not eat that much."

(Y/N) "Wait, why am I paying for you on my birthday?!"

(Yae) "Well, thank you for offering! You're such a kind soul!"

(Y/N) sigh

She doesn't really host a party for (Y/N), at least not by herself. But at the very least, she'll make it a damn entertaining day, for better and worse.

Oh, (Y/N)'s birthday. Neat, Chiori supposed.

(Chiori) "Yes yes, happy birthday and all that."

(Y/N) "Hah, calm down there Chiori, you're getting a bit too excited."

(Chiori) "I hope you don't expect me to have cake and balloons ready to spring out at you."

(Y/N) "Frankly, I'd be more shocked if you did."

(Chiori) "At least you understand that part."

Bluntness aside, Chiori handcrafts (Y/N) a nice present before their very eyes.

A handmade gift could speak more than a million bought gifts ever could.

As much as Navia would disagree with her.

(Y/N) has better chances of Chiori throwing them a surprise party as they would surviving a lightning strike from the Raiden Shogun herself.

45's smile seems to soften when (Y/N) enters the dorm, though it was nearly pitch black.

(UMP45) "Well, you took your sweet time coming back."

(Y/N) "45? Why are you in my-"

UMP9 leapt out from underneath the table as the lights came on. HK416 was leaning against the wall while G11 was face first on the same table, sleeping away.

And in the middle appeared to be a cake that looked...ambitious, to put it kindly.

(UMP45) "Happy birthday.~"

UMP9 blew on a party horn, the small paper unfolding and making a small doot noise as her arms extended in joy.

HK416 simply shrugged and grunted, and G11 was still comatose.

(Y/N) "T-Thank you guys! You didn't really need to-"

(UMP45) "Not really, but I figured it'd be fun to celebrate something special with you."

Her smile only seemed to grow when (Y/N) joined her, watching the chaos unfold as UMP9 tried to cut a cake, despite the fact the knife was getting dangerously close to G11's unkempt hair.

(UMP45) "Thought I'd bring the squad along to have fun too. Clearly it's working better than I thought."

(Y/N) "This is already so chaotic though!"

(UMP45) "Exactly."

Makoto is caught off guard when (Y/N) enters the room, holding a small cake with a candle in it.

The cake itself seemed terribly made, as it looked like it'd crumble if one simply stared at it for too long.

(Makoto) "U-Um...Welcome back! I tried to make something for you myself and...you see how that worked."

Makoto sighed but (Y/N) laughed, giving a comforting hand on her shoulder.

(Y/N) "I appreciate it, still. But hey it smells really good!"

(Makoto) "And the taste...?"

(Y/N) took a bite out of it, and smiled, turning back to Makoto.

(Y/N) "Honestly, not bad! I'm not dead yet!"

Makoto chuckled as she sighed.

(Makoto) "Well, I suppose that's good reassurance."

Makoto would fail instantly at a surprise party, mostly because she'd spend too much time to get it ready, only for (Y/N) to walk in way too early.

[sea-lanterns]

Reader: Party rockers in the house tonight—

Chiori: Actually (Reader), it’s party rock is.

Reader: …

Chiori: …

Reader and Chiori: *aggressive make out noises*

[theveesbf]

Hello. I just wanted to say that I really like your work, and if I can request poly relationship with Chiori and Chevreuse. I don't know if you write for the fem reader, but if you don't nb/gn reader would be okay.

Chevreuse X Chiori X Reader poly headcannons

︴Notes - Hello!! Thank you for the chevreuse and chiori request I love them so much😭💗 and yes I do write for female reader! I changed my rules to let it more clear lmao-

︴Content - Headcannons of poly!Chevreuse X Chiori X Female!Reader

It was a real mystery on how the heck you managed to get the attention of both Chiori and Chevreuse.

And even date the two of them!

Chevreuse was more "reserved", not really saying every thing she thought.

Now Chiori was the opposite, she wasn't the most talkative person yeah, but Chiori never hesitated on saying what she thinks out loud.

One thing they both had in common was their jealousy over you, how protective they are, and how they did not care about other people's opinions.

Chevreuse and Chiori never took it well when someone decided to stare you for too much time.

And Chevreuse usually was enough to scare them off, only glaring at them for a second.

But if it didn't work, Chiori was there too! She had a reputation of being... "Rude" with other people. And I don't think anyone wants an angry Chiori to talk to them.

Whoever were rude to them, you didn't have to do a lot because they managed to get rid of the person quickly.

Chevreuse didn't show a lot of affection in public or in private. But the little she showed was enough.

Chevreuse usually holds your and Chiori's hands and kiss your cheek. Maaaybe a peck on your lips.

Chiori on the other hand is more affectionate with you and Chevreuse.

She likes to kiss your hand, hug and kiss you. Not any kiss though, but long and passionate ones.

Chiori is the one who makes all of your clothes. She's not letting you wear clothes from another person in Fontaine.

Chevreuse applies to that too, when she's not wearing her uniform, she better wear something made by Chiori.

Chiori says "I love you" like a routine, it's automatic. Chevreuse don't say it often, but that makes it even more special when she says it.

They really love you, and you love them back too! <3

[geoseamstress]

　　　　✿ 001. being CHIORI'S (sensible) childhood friend.

As a child, Chiori was notorious on the streets of Inazuma for being incredibly rambunctious. A troublemaker child; the lone daughter of merchants who had nought the time to be too strict with her, considering that fact responsible for how she grew to be far more blunt than most, and dislike the sheer concept of authority.

People were often questioning how, and why, a child as sweet and polite as yourself would become friends with a child as bad news as Chiori. But, the truth was, she was misunderstood - and you had grasped that hidden reflection in her character the first instance you met her. At heart, she wasn't a bad child. She was just... extremely blunt.

Okay, maybe she did do a few 'bad' things. Like the time she grasped your wrist and pulled you into a nearby bush, whilst telling you with absolute certainty that the plan for the day was to sneak into the Kamisato Estate and move objects around. Or that one time she requested for you to attend one of her lessons with her, to which her father agreed, hoping that your presence would benefit in a way which would be desirable, only to watch as she gave her teacher the runaround of the century.

But, despite that side of her who would constantly bounce off the walls and cause trouble, she had a side to her that was harmless. Coming from a family who could not always provide what it is that you needed, Chiori would go out of her way to help. Whether that would be pestering her mother and father for them to help, or sharing her own spoilings with you. Inviting you and your family to meals, without telling her parents until she's already done so. Persisting you keep the books that her teachers would provide her with and forget to take back when they flee, encouraging you to study them if that is what you wish to do.

Approaching you with a mysterious smile whenever you meet up, and you brushing off the oddities which was her measuring the size of your wrist with her fingers, and comparing the length of her arms to yours.

One day presenting you by surprise with a garment that she claims that she had made herself with the help of an experienced tailor. You, touched, treasuring the article of clothing with absolute tenderness. Yet as the gifts became more and more frequent, it came to the point your entire wardrobe went under the "made and gifted by Chiori" title.

Her teachers would probably pass out if they ever saw the scene of you and Chiori, both sat on opposite sides of a table, whilst you taught her some of what you had learnt from the books she gifted you. The brunette, astoundingly sitting there in silence and listening to every word that comes out of your mouth as you teach. Whilst she would eventually get a little bit restless, you know her well enough to understand how to recognise the signs, and stop. She would genuinely learn something from you, unlike her previous teachers.

By the time you move to Fontaine with her, you are practically her personal model. She knows your every measurement to the very millimetre; your favourite kind of fabric; your every preference when it comes to dress; absolutely everything. If Chiori were to make something for you, it would guarantee to become your next favourite article of clothing, as she made it with the intention of becoming "the best".

Years ago, when she first started out, she made the promise that she would make clothes for you extremely often for as long as she was making clothes. Now, she isn't the kind of person to go back on a promise - even now that she's a big-shot.

[hotpinkstars]

HII CAN I ASK FOR SERVICE TOP READER X POWER BOTTOM CHIORI

IF YOU DONT WANNA WRITE SMUT ITS OKAY!!

THANK YOU

-> good sex cures pissy days

synopsis -> your wife comes home crabby, and you two decide to reverse the laws of sex.

a/n -> the title is so corny goodnight.... i loved this request tho it was interesting to write. i love chiori in general sooo. no clue if i wrote this right ahem i tried i swear🤞anyways it's 1 in the morning and i'm tired goodnight people

cw -> smut, mentions of a strap, v fingering, breast play.

w/c -> 768

“chiori, my dear, whats the matter?” you ask as she kicks her shoes off more aggressively than usual. she rushed over to the couch, brushing past you, sitting down and leaning back, staring at the dark ceiling.

“dear, speak to me,” you brush your hands through her silky hair, making her sigh and mumble a little bit. “what's got you so worked up?”

“today was awful at the boutique. there were so many customers and half of them were impatient anyways,” she looked into your eyes, immediately breaking the contact once she sees that you’re looking back at her. “all of these people sucked today, i tell you. tsk, my fabric shears almost impaled a man today.”

you giggled at that a little bit, brushing her bangs back from her face. you took her hand lightly, rubbing and massaging her palm.

“in what mood do you feel tonight, chi’?” you took her other hand, massaging a day of stress out of it.

“mm,” she hummed, looking up to meet your eyes before patting her lap. “come on, sit.”

that you do. you sit on her as she lays down, allowing you to straddle her lap. she grabs your waist, moving it lightly, making you grind against her. you continue the movements on your own, making her sigh a little bit.

“this is good?” you whisper, a smirk evident on your face. she nods, resting one hand on your waist and the other on the side of the couch.

“take off your clothes,” she chuckled, watching you do as she says while she does the same, not moving from the position she’s in on the couch. she wiggles out of her pants before slowly taking her panties down.

“come back,” she sighs, groaning when she feels you sit back down. “listen to me or you’re not allowed to cum, do you understand me?”

you nod almost instantly, allowing her hands to hold and direct you through what she wants first. you got the memo pretty quickly, her hands forcing your hips to rock back and forth over her clit. she seemed to be enjoying it.

a few minutes later, she brought her hand to her side.

“off.”

you got off, kneeling beside the couch, awaiting her next command. she brought one hand to her tit while she took the other down to her soaked entrance. you understood, starting to massage her chest and finger her hole.

hearing her moans got you all worked up, all soaked yourself. you entered another digit inside, switching to the other mound on her chest at the same time. you were on top of her at this point, propping one leg up on your shoulder, letting the other drape over the back of the couch. you increased the pace of your hand, making her moans even more close together. your lips clashed with hers, kissing her passionately. her tongue explored the inside of your mouth, leaving you breathless when she pulled away.

she grabbed your wrist, making you halt your movements.

“use the strap,” she breathed, her head lolling to the side. you smirked a little before standing up to grab it, securing it around your hips before readying her entrance. as soon as she tells you it’s okay to start, you’re bringing her into a kiss while sliding in.

her moans vibrate through your lips, holding her into the kiss while resting some of your weight on her torso. you maintain a steady pace, only thinking about pleasing your stressed out wife.

“is this alright?” you ask, intertwining your fingers with hers.

“faster,” she moaned, signaling you to pick up your pace. you do, and she immediately moans your name. you tried so hard to not cum at that moment, and thank all archons you didn’t. you really didn’t feel like disobeying.

you could tell she was about to cum, the way she was moaning and squeaking your name was a dead giveaway. she pulls you down, making you crush her with your body weight as she cums, leaving the other side of the couch absolutely soaked, as well as your thighs and abdomen.

“very good,” she choked, smiling at your efforts. “thank you.”

you smiled, getting off of her and unstrapping the toy. “anytime, my dear. lets get you cleaned up, mhm?”

“what about you?” she whispers, turning her head to look at your body. “you haven’t been satisfied. you were so good for me, you deserve fair treatment.”

you giggle, allowing her to bring your body nearer. “well, if thats what will make you happy and content, then go right ahead.”