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Indulgent Gratification

A sequel to Measured Indulgence, R18 MadoSayaHomu with a focus on the MadoSaya.

Words: ~3500

Summary: Sayaka thought that she was starting to get used to her new relationship with Homura and Madoka. She was Madoka's sub in exchange for getting to fuck Homura sometimes. That was the general gist of it… wasn't it?

Also on Ao3

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For most of their lives, Sayaka had not…really thought about Madoka in a sexual way. Not just in the sense of not being attracted to her, but in a more blanket sense where she hadn’t really thought of Madoka as someone who was sexual. She was her kind, innocent friend Madoka. Sure, Sayaka was, on some level aware that her and Homura had made love before, but she’d never really though of it as more than that: making love. Madoka just loved Homura, who definitely was a sexual person, and she wasn’t asexual as far as Sayaka knew, so naturally they slept together. She hadn’t really thought of Madoka as someone who actively desired sex before that wild invitation and the steamy night that brought her into the relationship. So she definitely hadn’t thought of Madoka as someone with a high sex drive.

It turned out she was very, very wrong.

Before they all went to sleep, Sayaka had been dragged into a very awkward (for her, anyway, Madoka seemed completely cheerful) conversation about boundaries and safe words and no end of conditions and warnings. It had ended with Sayaka agreeing to be involved in whatever sex stuff Madoka wanted from her whenever she wanted it- so long as no one but the three of them was in the house, of course- but always with the option to tap out for any reason.

Foolishly, she had assumed this just meant “sex most nights, and once in a while an afternoon quickie.”

It did not.

The very next morning, Sayaka had woken up to Homura giving Madoka a blowjob, and within minutes Sayaka was moaning into her pillow as Madoka fucked her silly again. By the time she finally had breakfast, Madoka had already cum in her twice, spanked her, played with her in the shower, gotten Homura to give Sayaka a blowjob, and a whole laundry list of other minor acts of lust.

Suddenly she was starting to get an idea of how Madoka managed to stay so thin despite all the sweets she ate…

After breakfast, of course, it was right back to sex. Madoka, it seemed, intended to take full advantage of the weekend to, as she put it, “break in her new toy”. Sayaka, for her part was finding herself… not entirely difficult to break in. She was, to her mild annoyance, really starting to understand how Homura could be so submissive. It was easy to get drawn into Madoka’s pace and just… give in. To trust that you’d feel good as long as you obeyed, and so why even worry about the orders you were being given other than to follow them? It was something Sayaka had never expected to say, but Madoka really was a skilled dom. Maybe even naturally talented.

But… at the same time, Sayaka wasn’t Homura. She hadn’t been obsessed with Madoka for years. Even if she didn’t outright disobey Madoka’s dom voice orders, she wasn’t quite as demure and docile as Homura was. Something that Madoka took note of. Seemed to enjoy, even. Maybe Sayaka’s feeble show of spirit made it more fun to exert control over her. Playing the game of being careful and specific with what she ordered to do Sayaka to do so that Sayaka didn’t do something she wasn’t told.

Or maybe she was deluding herself, and Madoka was just amused by how pathetically meagre her resistance was.

Either way, by the time Monday came around and Sayaka went back to work, she had Madoka’s dom voice firmly drilled into her mind and an awkward wobble to her step that she had to brush off as a hangover to her co-workers.

…And she had to claim that she was a little uncomfortable sitting down because she’d fallen over at a party.

Thankfully, after the first weekend, Madoka had calmed down a little. Sayaka prided herself on her fitness, but even she wasn’t sure she could manage marathons like that every day. So by midweek, most of the time Sayaka spent at the Kaname residence was just hanging out with two of her oldest friends.

But not all of it.

Sayaka was in the kitchen at the time. She’d just made a sandwich, and was closing the fridge when Madoka appeared.

“Sayaka, lift your skirt for me please?”

“Eh?” Sayaka said.

“Sayaka,” Madoka said, sounding a little disappointed. “It’s very bad to make me repeat myself, you know?”

Oh. That… was dom voice.

Sayaka quickly reached down and lifted up her skirt, already swelling in her panties a little.

Madoka smiled warmly at her. “That’s a good girl. Let’s try to do it a little faster next time, okay?”

“O-Okay,” Sayaka said. God, it was still just too weird. Five minutes ago, Madoka had been her normal bubbly self, chatting about a drama series both of them watched, and at the drop of a hat, she was back to ordering around Sayaka as naturally as breathing.

Madoka knelt down and tugged Sayaka’s panties to the floor. Then she put a hand on Sayaka’s thigh and slid a finger along her dick as it sprung to attention under even Madoka’s lightest touch.

“Now that’s the sort of speed I like,” Madoka said, stroking her fingers lightly against Sayaka’s length. “Look at you, already nice and hard for me. Keep up the good work, okay?”

“Y-Yes, Madoka,” Sayaka stammered, and then let out something between a moan and a gasp as Madoka cupped her balls in her hand and started to slowly fondle them.

“You have such nice balls, Sayaka. Very fun to play with,” Madoka said, and frankly, if you’d asked Sayaka a year ago what the least likely thing for her to hear from Madoka’s mouth would be, that sentence would be up there

“T-Thank you, Madoka…” Sayaka managed.

Madoka smiled at her, and then dipped her head down and licked the head of Sayaka’s cock.

“Madoka?!” Sayaka yelped, in shock and confusion.

“What is it?” Madoka asked.

You… I…” Sayaka stammered. “Are you- I-I thought, I was the one who-”

“I told you before,” Madoka said patiently. “You’re mine now, Sayaka. I can do whatever I want with you. And right now, I want a taste of this cute little cock in front of me.”

She lowered her head again and took Sayaka’s cock between her lips.

Sayaka whimpered.

She’d thought she was starting to get into the swing of all of this. Starting to wrap her head around everything. She could think of Madoka as her friend. She could think of Madoka as her dom. But…

But this was different. With her face buried in the pillow or shoved between Madoka’s legs, she could keep her previous feelings about Madoka out of her head. But now, with Madoka looking up at her happily as she sucked Sayaka’s dick with surprising eagerness, Sayaka couldn’t keep that thin line of separation anymore. This wasn’t just her dom. This was her childhood friend, Madoka. The girl she said she’d marry one day, thinking back then that it was just a joke, just a way to scare off any boys who weren’t good enough for her best friend. The girl she’d whispered to in hushed voices about when they’d have their first kisses, and who they might be with. The girl who had been with her when she’d been dumped by Kyousuke. The girl who she’d consoled when she was scared of failing her entrance exams. The girl she’d held hands with when they were still so young, hiding under the covers at Madoka’s house and watching the fireworks out of the window when they were supposed to be asleep.

That Madoka was sucking her fucking dick, and by all indication, greatly enjoying it.

Sayaka felt herself turning red. It was absurd. They’d already had hardcore sex! Madoka had fucked her with her hands bound! They’d had a threesome. Madoka had told her she was going to turn Sayaka into a goddamn cocksleeve, for fuck’s sake, and now she was getting all blushy over a blowjob? She’d given Madoka dozens of blowjobs by now!

But it was different when it was Madoka doing it. Madoka, meeting her embarrassed gaze with those joyful eyes. Madoka, tilting her just a little in that way she did. While her tongue swirled around the head of Sayaka’s dick and her delicate fingers gently stroked and squeezed Sayaka’s balls.

It was too much. Sayaka’s brain was overheating. Some part of her had managed to keep the separation between Madoka the friend and Madoka the dom. She was so different when she was in full dom mode that it had been easy to keep up that illusion. But she was too much like normal Madoka right now. And she was still…!

“Madoka,” she moaned. “Madoka… Madoka…!”

Madoka smiled up at her, bobbing her head up and down and running her tongue along Sayaka’s shaft.

“Madoka, I’m… I’m gonna…!”

God, she was going to cum. She was going to cum in Madoka’s mouth.

Madoka nodded her assent, speeding up, and Sayaka slipped over the edge, clenching her skirt so hard her knuckles turned white as she came into her best friend’s mouth.

Madoka kept her lips wrapped around Sayaka’s dick, her cheeks puffing up a little bit. Sayaka watched, her heart pounding. Surely Madoka was going to spit it out. Maybe she’d spit it out into her hand and make Sayaka lick it all up. That was Madoka’s thing, right? She was a dom. She’d reassert her authority. That was how this worked.

Madoka swallowed.

Sayaka felt her knees going weak as Madoka pulled her head back, releasing Sayaka’s cock with a soft “pop”.

Madoka giggled. “Sayaka, you look so embarrassed,” she said, and Sayaka’s knees trembled. Madoka wasn’t using her dom voice. “We’re girlfriends, right? We’ve already had sex a bunch, why is this getting you so flustered?”

“W-Well, that’s-” Sayaka mumbled. “I just… didn’t think you’d want to… do that…”

Madoka stood up and pressed herself against Sayaka, her hand slipped back between Sayaka’s legs to gently stroke her cock.

“Of course I would,” she said. “I love you, Sayaka.”

Sayaka bit her lip, trying not to think about the feeling of Madoka’s breath against her ear.

Madoka giggled again. “Aww, you’re getting hard again from that,” she said. “You’re such a romantic. If it makes you that happy, I’ll say it as much as you want. It’s true, after all.”

“M-Madoka…”

“Do you wanna fuck me?”

Sayaka froze, her eyes widening as she felt herself get as hard as a rock again in Madoka’s hand.

“I’ve got the lube in my pocket,” Madoka said. She squeezed Sayaka’s biceps. “You’ve always been so strong, ever since we were kids. I bet you could lift me up no problem, and fuck me right against the fridge while we kiss. Do you want to?”

Sayaka gulped.

“Tell me,” Madoka said. But it wasn’t an order, in the dom voice. It was pleading. And accompanied by Madoka looking up at her with puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“...yes,” Sayaka said.

Of course she did. How could not? She’d seen Madoka naked now. She knew the erotic body that hid under Madoka’s cutesy outfits. Of course she wanted her. There was no way that she wouldn’t. But… fucking her? That was… it wasn’t the deal, was it? Sayaka was already allowed to have sex with her and Homura. She was already getting away with more than she felt like she was allowed to. She couldn’t possibly be allowed to fuck Madoka too, right?

“Then do it,” Madoka said.

Sayaka’s sense of propriety was strong. Very strong. But it turned out that Madoka teasingly winking at her and pressing the lube into her hands was enough to overcome it.

Madoka giggling as Sayaka inexpertly applied the lube didn’t exactly calm her down either. Her hands were trembling a little as they slid along her dick, trying to focus on the task at hand and not what was coming.

“Don’t forget, that’s not the only thing you need to lube,” Madoka said, and turned around, shaking her butt at Sayaka playfully.

“You little- you’re just messing with me on purpose now,” Sayaka said, rubbing her hair in frustration, and then pausing. “Ah, shit, now I got lube in my hair,” she said, making a face, and Madoka laughed.

“That’s not what I meant when I said you needed to lube something else,” she teased.

“Why you- get over here already,” Sayaka said.

It definitely felt a little weird to be on the other side of this equation as she carefully worked her fingers into Madoka’s ass. She definitely didn’t do it with as much effortless, commanding confidence as Madoka, but she got it done.

And then there was Madoka, leaning back against the fridge coquettishly, and Sayaka, standing there, staring at her as if transfixed.

Madoka spread her arms open, beckoning Sayaka to embrace her.

“Come on,” she said. “What are you hesitating for? Fuck me already, silly.”

Sayaka’s cock twitched, begging her to stop overthinking this. And as thinking at all was getting harder by the second, Sayaka gave in. She firmly gripped Madoka’s hips and lifted.

It was almost unbelievably how effortless it was to lift Madoka. Part of her, irrationally, had expected the strength in her arms to fail, for Madoka to be as immovable as she felt when she pushed or pulled Sayaka into position and Sayaka didn’t put up the slightest resistance. But she was even lighter than Homura, easy to pull right off the ground. Madoka slipped her arms around Sayaka’s neck, giggling.

“You really are strong,” she said.

“Of course,” Sayaka managed.

“Let’s see if those legs hold up,” Madoka teased. “Don’t think I didn’t see them trembling earlier.”

“T-That was different,” Sayaka mumbled.

“Prove it,” Madoka said.

Sayaka, despite what anyone sane would think, apparently did need to be told twice to fuck the incredibly attractive naked woman in her arms. Honestly, she was starting to think she might just be as much of an idiot as Homura seemed to think she was.

Let it not be said that she couldn’t learn, though. Slowly, carefully, probably with a little too much care from her nervousness, Sayaka lowered Madoka onto her dick.

Both of them moaned as she slipped inside. Madoka’s ass felt so different to Homura’s, squeezing tightly down on her to the point where she was very glad she’d been generous with the lubricant.

“Ooh, that feels wonderful,” Madoka purred into her ear. “I knew from the first time I saw that cock of yours erect that I wanted it inside me.”

Sayaka’s cock throbbed, and Madoka giggled.

“Oh, you like hearing that, don’t you?” she teased.

How was it that Sayaka was actively fucking Madoka and it still felt like she was getting just as thoroughly put in her place as when Madoka was shoving her face into the bed and spanking her?

“You’re not using your dom voice, you know,” Sayaka said, feeling a sudden rush of assertiveness.

“I know,” Madoka said.

“So I can do whatever I want to you,” Sayaka said.

“I know that too,” Madoka said, nipping Sayaka’s ear. “So what do you want to do to me?”

Sayaka gripped Madoka’s hips and thrust hard. Madoka let out a yelp and her grip on Sayaka tightened.

“What I want to do to you, Madoka,” she said, pushing her tighter against the refrigerator behind her. “Is to wreck you.”

Madoka kissed her, and Sayaka started to thrust rapidly, slamming Madoka hard and fast. Madoka moaned wantonly into the kiss, which just spurred Sayaka on more. She was really doing this. She was actually fucking Madoka.

She pulled away from the kiss and tucked her head down, her mouth finding Madoka’s nipple and biting lightly as Madoka let out a surprised little “eep!”

“Mmm, Sayaka…!” she moaned, as Sayaka started to suck, alternating between breasts as she continued to thrust her hips. She felt like she could barely even control herself anymore, feeling like an animal in heat rutting without a thought. She could feel Madoka’s hard cock sandwiched between their stomachs, rubbing against Sayaka’s skin, and it drove her even wilder. Especially as she started to feel the wetness of Madoka’s precum against her.

“Fuck me,” Madoka moaned, her nails digging into Sayaka’s back. “Yes, yes, oh god, yes!”

Sayaka felt like she should say something clever. Some taunting remark about Madoka enjoying herself. But she couldn’t put the words together, hungrily kissing Madoka again.

“I love you, Madoka,” she moaned between kisses. “I love you. I love you!”

“I love you too,” Madoka gasped back.

“I’m going to-”

“Come inside me!” Madoka cried, wrapping her legs around Sayaka.

And Sayaka gave her exactly what she wanted, thrusting in as deep as she could one last time and giving herself over to a powerful orgasm with a victorious cry. She heard Madoka squeak and moan as her own cum spurted out onto their bellies.

And then, as her pleasure started to ebb, relative quiet fell over the both of them, no sound other than their heavy breathing, Madoka still clinging tightly to Sayaka as Sayaka kept her pressed against the fridge, suspended in the air.

Sayaka buried her head in Madoka’s shoulder and took a long, shaky breath.

She felt like she was back in college. Briefly, she’d tried one of the martial arts clubs, thinking her athleticism could carry her, only to end up utterly destroyed in her first match. For the whole fight, she was constantly on the defensive, utterly defeated by her far more skilled opponent. The second she managed to clamber to her feet, they were swept out from under her again, sending her crashing to the mat again. And now the same thing was happening with her relationship with Madoka. Just when she’d gotten used to being Madoka’s sub, now she was being sent reeling again by the realisation of being her girlfriend finally setting in. That this wasn’t just a fun little sexy roleplay, not just two friends with very specific contractual benefits, it was an honest to god sexual relationship with her oldest friend. And a romantic one too, judging by how many times the two of them had panted out their love, and the tender gazes they’d shared even as lust had consumed them.

“I love you,” she whispered in Madoka’s ear, and Madoka squeezed her affectionately.

“I love you too, Sayaka,” she whispered back.

“...Can you move?”

Sayaka jumped at the sudden sound of Homura’s voice, whirling her head around to see Homura starting at her flatly, holding an empty glass.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I’d like to get my drink, please.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Madoka said. “Sayaka, be a dear and carry me over to the counter, won’t you?”

“Um,” Sayaka said.

“Can you please just use dom voice?” Homura said.

“Sayaka. The counter,” Madoka said, authoritatively, and Sayaka’s legs moved while her brain was still stalling, stepping aside and setting Madoka down on the counter.

“Thank you,” Madoka said, leaning over and kissing Sayaka on the cheek before leaning back against the cupboards and stretching.

“Uh,” Sayaka said, looking from Homura to Madoka helplessly.

Homura rolled her eyes as she opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of apple juice. “What, are you expecting me to get angry or something?” she said, giving Sayaka a contemptuous look. “At some point, you’re going to have to get used to the idea that having sex with us isn’t some affair that you need to hide.”

“Homura, stop acting cool and show Sayaka how wet you got watching us,” Madoka said. In her dom voice, of course.

Homura blushed red and set her glass down, sulkily pulling down her pants and her underwear along with them. There was a very noticeable trail between her panties and her pussy and an equally noticeable wet spot on her panties.

Sayaka felt herself hardening again.

“See? Isn’t it more fun to be honest?” Madoka teased. “Sayaka, I want a show too. Lift up Homura and fuck her for me, won’t you? Don’t bother closing the door.”

She wrapped her hand around her cock as she watched expectantly, and Sayaka felt herself fully springing back to attention at the thought of Madoka touching herself as she watched.

“...The egg carton might break if I’m leaning back against it,” Homura mumbled. But as usual, she obediently lined herself up to obey Madoka’s commands as Sayaka wrapped her arms around her.

“We can get new eggs, Homura.”

It was going to be a long time before Sayaka fully adjusted to this strange new relationship she was in. Over and over again, she kept finding herself caught off guard by the reality of it. But it was never an unpleasant surprise. Never a cold realisation or an uncomfortable truth. Every step she took deep into this life was wonderful and exhilarating.

So she’d happily throw off her clothes and dive in headfirst.

#pmmm #madosayahomu #madohomusaya #nsfw text

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A Muddled Future

Happy Valentine's Day! Hope y'all have a good one.

Words: ~2700

Summary: Usually, Nozomi's readings are fairly clear. She understands the tarot, and has a lot of experience with reading it. But sometimes, the future is too murky to fully understand.

Or maybe she just isn't thinking about it the right way.

Also on Ao3

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The Tarot is not a straightforward art. All the cards are to some extent, metaphorical. The moon has nothing to do with nights. The fool doesn’t mean you’re going to run into someone stupid. And if you’re using the minor tarot, the ten of cups is not an indication that you’re really going to go wild at the next drinking party.

Of all the major arcana, there’s two that stick out as the most misinterpreted. Death is the first one. Death is a card about endings, but the focus is often more on what comes after an ending: a new beginning. It signifies change more than tragedy. Even reversed, it’s less often about negative changes and more about a resistance to change. And the second is the lovers. Yes, it can be about romantic relationships, and unity is one its meanings, but the lovers in its upright is about choice most often. And reversed, it can mean bad things about a relationship, but that’s because it’s about disharmony.

Nozomi knew all of that. She’d studied the tarot plenty, and with her spiritual powers, she had an intuitive understanding of the cards and their portents.

But… well… the fact was that even if the tarot was a metaphorical, there were symbols you didn’t like to see in some contexts.

When she read the relationship between her and Nico, seeing death, both upright and reversed, it made her uneasy. When she read the relationship between Maki and Nico, even if she knew what the lovers meant…

She didn’t like to think about Nico and Maki as lovers.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Nozomi shuffled the cards back into her deck.

She should be happy about the results of her reading about Nico and Maki. The lovers. Strength. And the reversed hierophant. Unity and harmony, compassion or bravery, and rejection of tradition or rebellion. It was a fairly straightforward sort of reading, and almost definitely a positive one. A harmonious relationship between two girls, and two idols at that… it certainly was rejecting tradition, and took bravery and compassion both.

And, well, a positive reading was good! She was glad that her friends were going to get on well. But it was a reading that suggestion that their quarrelling might be on the verge of changing to something else. And the lovers sitting right there couldn’t help but colour Nozomi’s impression of what that something else might be.

And what did she find when she looked at the future of her and Nico? Death. Reversed moon. The wheel of fortune. Endings, fear, and relationship changes. A dire portent, saved from being irredeemably negatively only by the notable absence of the tower. If there was a true tragedy looming for the two of them, Nozomi would have expected that particular harbinger of disaster to appear. But the inverted moon left plenty of room for the ending in question to be an unpleasant experience for Nozomi. Nozomi could almost imagine seeing herself reflected in the blade of death’s scythe as he rode in on the ever spinning wheel of fortune to reap the cautious feelings that had started to bloom in Nozomi’s heart. All to clear the fields of Nico’s love life for another.

Feeling distinctly disheartened, Nozomi decided to do a reading for her and Maki. It was bad enough to lose Nico, but surely she could at least keep her friendship with her favourite first year intact? She was only a little resentful of her stealing Nico… hopefully she could rein that in.

The first card was already a surprise. Justice? How could justice- no, she should wait for the other cards. Bemused, she took up the deck and dealt out the remaining two parts of the reading. The world? The sun?!

It was a very positive set of cards. Shockingly positive. Honestly, Nozomi was so startled that she was having trouble working out what the meanings were. Justice was… clarity? Truth? Consequences? And then the world… it had to mean completion in this set, didn’t it? And the sun was… joy?

Were the cards saying that Nozomi and Maki’s relationship was going to improve from Nico and Maki getting together? That it was somehow going to settle things between them in a positive way?

That seemed awfully implausible. Maybe she’d misread the cards somehow…

Perhaps a reading for her own future would illuminate things. The lovers… temperance … and there was reversed hierophant again. Duality… patience… and new approaches…? Maybe…?

She shook her head and sighed. If anything, she was just more confused. The future seemed more muddled than ever.

Well, it would all become clear enough, anyway. Because these readings were not for an uncertain day far off in the future. It was the evening of the 13th of February, and Nico and Maki had both been asking their classmates about valentines candy. And asking her even. Judgement day was tomorrow, and she’d have a chance to review how accurately she’d read the cards.

She just needed to focus on that as a positive, she supposed. And hope that her reading of an improved relationship with Maki was accurate.

No matter how unlikely it seemed.

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Unsurprisingly, Nozomi was on edge all day. Nico and Maki, it seemed, didn’t want to be rushed in their candy delivery, and decided not to exchange gifts at lunch. Or maybe they had been planning to, but Nico had been hoping to sneak out and Nozomi hadn’t given her the chance.

The school day came to an end. Idol practice came to an end. And so far, the only chocolate exchanged was everyone in μ’s giving each other friendship chocolate.

Nozomi was tempted to stay behind a little and spy on them. Not that she really wanted to see their romance bloom, but… would it really be better to be left in suspense until tomorrow?

Still, it wasn’t like she wanted to explain that to Eli, so she resigned herself to trying to tease Nico on LINE later to get the information. Fate, though, had other plans.

When Nozomi went to go meet Eli by her locker, she found her just getting off the phone, surrounded by… multiple large bags.

“Sorry, Nozomi, but I can’t walk home with you today,” Eli said, looking embarrassed. “I um… had to call a taxi.”

Nozomi peered down at the bags surrounding her. Peeking out of the top of them were some brightly coloured boxes and a bar of chocolate.

Ah. Right. Carrying that much chocolate home right after a workout at practice would be quite the task.

“As popular as ever, huh Elicchi?” Nozomi teased, and Eli groaned.

“It’s so much worse this year because of the idol stuff…” she said, sighing. “I don’t even know most of these girls!”

“Well, you know how it is with idols,” Nozomi said. “I’m sure they don’t really expect you to return their feelings or anything, but they want to show their admiration.”

“I guess…” There was a honk from outside, and Eli’s phone buzzed. “That’s the taxi now. Bye, Nozomi. See you tomorrow.”

“Enjoy your candy, Elicchi! Don’t eat it all at once!”

Nozomi watched Eli heft the bags and shuffle towards the gate and let out a breath that couldn’t quite decide if it was a sigh.

Well. With an opportunity like that dropped right into her lap, Nozomi hardly had a choice about what to do next, did she?

Now all she had to do was find the idols in question-

“Nozomi! There you are!”

Or, perhaps, she didn’t have to do even that. Nico strode up to her impatiently, Maki following in her wake.

“You vanished after practice,” Nico said accusingly. “We have something to say to you, you know.”

Oh dear. And here it was. Nozomi, apparently, had missed the action. Nico and Maki had already exchanged chocolates. No longer was their romance a tense question of will they, won’t they. Somehow, in the scant time that Nozomi had taken her eyes off Nico, it had already become sufficiently confirmed for them to be telling other people about it.

But there was worse news.

They’d been looking for Nozomi specifically. Not just members of μ’s. There was only one reason why they’d want to tell Nozomi before anyone else, so soon after they’d gotten together.

Nico knew. Nozomi’s carefully sheltered feelings, tucked away under a protective shroud to hide them from the harsh light of day, had been dragged kicking and screaming out into the open so that Nico could crush them under foot.

The reversed moon… it could meant deception, too. In this case, perhaps, Nozomi’s deception being revealed. Dragged out in to the harsh light of Maki’s sun, her justice card revealing the truth.

“What is it, Niccochi?” Nozomi asked, feigning innocence. For one last hopeful moment.

“What do you think it is?” Nico said. “It’s Valentine’s day.”

Nozomi’s shoulders tensed.

Nico pulled out a box of chocolate and thrust it at Nozomi.

Nozomi blinked. Once, and then twice. Nico was still there. The chocolate was still there.

“Hey! Nico, no fair!” Maki snapped, digging around in her bag.. “We said we’d do it at the same time!”

“It’s not my fault that you missed the cue,” Nico said, as Maki pulled out her own box of chocolate and held it up to Nozomi hesitantly.

“What cue?! You just jumped into it!”

“Um,” Nozomi said.

Nico turned on her instead. “Well?” she demanded. Nozomi looked helplessly at her, and then shifted her gaze to Maki. Who was… also staring at her expectantly.

“Um,” Nozomi said again. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you chocolate, obviously,” Maki said, in her familiar scathing tone.

“Thank you?” Nozomi said. “But you already gave me chocolate earlier at the club exchange.”

“She doesn’t get it,” Nico said, turning to Maki. “I told you she wouldn’t get it. I told you she was going to think it was friend chocolate.”

“Ugh,” Maki said.

“See?” Nico said triumphantly. “I’m the one who knows her better.”

Maki glared at Nico angrily.

Nozomi was very lost. Was this some kind of… bizarre contest? Were they betting on her reactions? No, that was too mean of a prank for them.

“Look,” Nico said, waving her box of chocolate meaningfully at Nozomi. “This here? This is love chocolate.”

“Excuse me?”

It was not the best reaction to what was essentially being confessed to, Nozomi had to admit. But she was simply too taken aback for any other reaction.

Nico, clearly agreeing with Nozomi’s assessment of her reaction, scowled at her.

“But…” Nozomi looked over at Maki who blushed a little and started fiddling with her hair with a finger.

“M-Mine is too,” Maki mumbled.

Her and Nico’s reading suddenly came to mind. That reversed moon… it must have referred to Nozomi’s staggering misinterpretation of Nico’s intent. And this confession was certainly the end to their old relationship, and heralded a major change. No matter what she said.

And what she said should be obvious. Here she was, worried about losing Nico to Maki, and now Nico had just confessed to her. Wasn’t that exactly what she wanted? All she had to do was accept Nico’s confession.

Except… except part of her was hesitating.

Not hesitating to accept Nico’s confession.

Hesitating to turn down Maki’s.

Ever since the very beginning of μ’s, Maki had been special. It was cute how she just needed that little extra push to join. It was cute how she tried to pretend like she wasn’t already all-in from the moment she wrote that first song. It was cute how she played stoic but got so flustered when things didn’t go as she expected.

But she couldn’t reject Nico’s confession. She’d had a crush ever since she first saw Nico on stage. Seeing her in the rain, standing strong and using whatever underhanded tactics she needed to keep going. Her contradictory little combination of idealism and cynicism, acting fake while holding the most sincerity about being an idol out of any of them.

She wished she could consult the cards right now. That always helped when she wasn’t sure what to do. When she’d hesitated about taking that first step towards μ’s, it was the cards that had given her the same push she’d given Maki.

Except… she’d already consulted the cards, hadn’t she? Perhaps the three cards she’d dealt for her future hadn’t been intended to make sense then. They’d been handed to her for the future. So that in this moment, she could look at the cards she’d been given to make her choice.

That was why it had started with the lovers. A choice. This was the choice laid before her. And so she was left with the two cards left to guide what choice to make. Temperance, and the reversed hierophant.

What would symbolize Nico, she wondered. Perhaps the star, given her ambitions. Or maybe the fool, as a member of the three idiots. Or maybe she would be represented by the devil, an avatar of Nozomi’s reckless affection and lust.

Maki would almost certainly be the emperor, a card of unexpressed feelings, of tradition and lineage. Perfect for μ’s tsundere princess.

But none of those cards had appeared in Nozomi’s readings. There was no card inviting her towards either of those two. No easy answers in her future, telling her to abandon her doubts and just accept Nico’s confession.

The reversed hierophant… rejection of tradition. And temperance… moderation… harmony…

Taking the middle path.

An idea took root in Nozomi’s mind. A strange idea. An implausible idea.

Nico and Maki’s readings… Lovers. Strength. Reversed Hierophant. That reversed Hierophant matched hers. Lovers… a choice between them… or unity between them. And strength… bravery would certainly play a part in the truly insane notion that was starting to gather strength in Nozomi’s mind.

And the reading with her and Maki. Justice. The world. And the sun. Clarity. Completion. And joy.

God help her, but… it fit.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself.

“What if I accept both?”

In the spirit of the reversed hierophant, Nozomi decided to break taboo. To take the lovers card and red it a little more literally.

Lovers.

Plural.

“What?” Maki said, startled. Nico stared at her in disbelief.

“I’m… a very greedy woman,” Nozomi said. “I like both of you. And… I think you both like each other too. So…”

She reached out and took one box of candy in each hand, pulling them together in front of her until Nico and Maki’s hands touched.

“Why don’t we all share?”

“Are you serious?” Nico asked incredulously.

“I am,” Nozomi said.

“You want me to share you with her?” Nico asked.

“I do,” Nozomi said. “But I’m willing to share her with you in exchange.”

Nico glanced over at Maki, a very complicated expression on her face. She was hesitating. She was taken aback.

But she wasn’t saying no.

Nozomi’s heart sped up.

“A-Are you saying I should date Nico?” Maki said.

“Don’t you want to?” Nozomi said. “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

Maki spluttered, flushing red, rapidly curling a lock of her hair with a finger as she avoided meeting either Nico or Nozomi’s eyes.

“You can’t just… date us both,” Nico said, stamping her foot.

“Why not?” Nozomi said. “Do you not want to date Maki?”

“Not as much as I want to date you!”

“But you do want to date her?”

Nico frowned.

“This is crazy,” she said.

Nozomi reached out at took the chocolate from her hands, and then took the other box from Maki’s hands.

“Come on,” she said, starting to undo the ribbons on the boxes. “Let’s share.”

Nico and Maki glanced doubtfully at each other. But despite how bold her choice was, Nozomi wasn’t worried.

After all, she already knew that the two of them would end up together.

She just hadn’t realized that she’d be part of it too.

#love live #nicomaki #nozonico #nozonicomaki

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whoneedsapublisher · 3 months

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Secret Base

This week it's some fluffy college KotoNico.

Words: ~700

Summary: There were a few things stopping Kotori and Nico having their rendezvous. Dorm rules not the least among them. But there's always a hidden corner to do things under the radar. And this particular one is very special to Kotori.

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“Hey, have you seen Kotori?”

Honoka looked up from her homework, extremely grateful for the distraction. Highschool had been bad enough. Naively, she’d thought that somehow in college it wouldn’t be as much of a problem. Especially without student council work or idol practice. Unfortunately, though, it turned out college homework was significantly worse.

“No,” she said.

Umi frowned.

“Do you want me to help look for her?” Honoka asked eagerly.

Umi gave her a severe look. “I want you to finish your homework without staying up all night,” she said sternly. “Get back to work. I’ll find Kotori.”

Honoka slumped in defeat. So much for an excuse to take a break.

Leaving her to her misery, Umi stalked down the corridor. Doubtless her plan was to interrogate another member of the dorm, in the hope that someone would have seen Kotori in the last few hours. However, as it happened, she was going to find herself out of luck. As Umi was soon to discover, no one had seen Kotori in the last few hours, because for the last few hours, Kotori had been behind a door that everyone in the dorm thought was always locked.

“You know,” Kotori said, looking dreamily up at Nico. “This is probably against the rules.”

Nico snorted, and reached down and tousled Kotori’s hair. Kotori beamed and closed her eyes, moving her head along with Nico’s hand. Nico always said that it was a weird quirk of hers that she did that, but she also seemed to find it a little cute, judging by her smiles.

“Of course it’s against the rules,” Nico said. “I’m not even supposed to have the key to this place.”

Kotori giggled. “It’s like our little secret base,” she said.

Nico rolled her eyes. “A secret base?”

“Would you prefer love nest?” Kotori asked, opening her eyes again to smile up at Nico.

“I think a love nest would have less mops,” Nico said.

“A love nest can be anywhere that lovebirds rest,” Kotori said. “So doesn’t this count?”

Nico looked a little embarrassed. “I guess,” she admitted.

“It’s comfortable, with all the blankets you brought,” Kotori said. “It’s well lit, so I can admire your body… and it’s pretty well soundproofed with all the sponges in front of the door. Which has obvious advantages for what it lets me do.”

Nico flushed red and looked away.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Kotori said, reaching up to cup Nico’s cheek. “I love when you get loud.”

Nico mumbled something, and then looked down at her watch and winced. “Well, right now I have to get going,” she said. “I’m going to miss curfew if I don’t hurry.”

Kotori sighed and reluctantly sat up, watching as Nico quickly gathered up her clothing and redressed. She decided that she much preferred watching it the other way around.

“When can we meet up again?” Kotori asked.

“This weekend,” Nico said. “I’m pretty sure I can get away from the dorm on Saturday.”

“Can you stay over?”

Nico looked conflicted for a second, and then sighed. “...I’ll have to call in a favour,” she said, and Kotori beamed.

“If I’m going to sleep in here, you have to help me sneak in a futon,” Nico said.

“Okay,” Kotori said. She stood up and leaned in to steal a quick kiss from Nico. “I’ll see you on Saturday, then.”

“Yeah,” Nico said. “Good night, Kotori. I love you.”

Kotori never got tired of hearing that. “I love you too, Nico.”

Nico peeked out into the hallway, looking back and forth, and then rushed off.

Kotori lingered a little while longer, burying her face in the blankets and savouring the scent of Nico. Just a little bit more. Even if Nico couldn’t stay any longer, Kotori didn’t have to leave just yet. She could stay here, naked, wrapped up in these sheets that smelled like the two of them, and she could close her eyes and pretend like she had just a little while longer with her girlfriend.

Eventually, she had to fold them up and hide them in her bag to wash later. She had to get dressed and sneak back out, leaving the door to lock behind her.

But for now, she was going to linger. Just for a little while.

Whatever Umi wanted from her, it could wait.

#love live #kotonico

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whoneedsapublisher · 3 months

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Twitter is a Team Effort

Just some silly third years stuff. Inspired by this comic.

Words: ~900

Summary: Nico was very proactive with social media engagement. Anything she posted was perfectly calculated for maximum impact. But sometimes, a selfie just wasn't as good as a photo someone else took for you.

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Nico looked at the photo carefully, inspecting it with a critical and discerning eye. It was not first time she’d done it, but the previous ones she’d rejected for one reason or another. This time, though, she’d been looking at it for a while without complaint. Finally, she spoke.

“Alright,” she said. “I think that’s good enough for a quick impulse picture.”

She looked down at Nozomi, who was still helping to hold her chest up. Her hands were out of frame, obviously, but enough of Nico’s chest was in the frame to make it look like she had far more generous cleavage than in person. “Thanks for your help, you two.”

“Elicchi,” Nozomi said, her eyes widening. “I just got to hold Niccochi’s breasts for a quarter of an hour and she thanked me for it. I must be dreaming. Pinch me. Wait, no, don’t pinch me, I want to stay in this dream forever.”

Nico reached down and pinched Nozomi’s cheek, yanking on the side of her mouth as Nozomi made a whining noise.

“Alright, pervert, you can wake up now. And let go.”

“Aww,” Nozomi said, dropping her hands with a frown. Nico let go of her face.

“You’re welcome, Nico,” Eli said, getting to her feet and stretching her back. “But do you really need to do this much staging for a quick social media selfie? I thought people just took those offhand without thinking too much about it.”

“Naive,” Nico snapped, and Eli frowned as Nico stood up and brushed herself off. “Do you really think that celebrities just always happen to capture their good side with perfect lighting and everything in place for a good shot? They always stage those, and if they mention that it was off the cuff or someone snapped it without them realizing, that means they really worked at staging it.”

“So are you going to say that this picture was off the cuff too, Niccochi?” Nozomi asked, still lying on floor and staring up at Nico, a mischievous little grin on her face . “Also, I like your panties. They’re very cute.”

Nico stamped down towards Nozomi’s face without looking. Nozomi let out a yelp and rolled out of the way.

“All of Nico’s panties are cute,” Nico said primly. “And for your information, I don’t bother making up stories for my selfies. I just say I was feeling cute.”

“Well, that certainly isn’t a lie,” Eli said.

“At least someone appreciates my honesty,” Nico said, tapping away on her phone as Nozomi stood up as well, slapping the dust off her skirt. “Do you want me to tag you, Eli?” she asked, glancing over at Eli. “As the photographer, I mean.”

“Tag me as breast enhancement assistance, please,” Nozomi said. Nico ignored her.

“I don’t use my twitter,” Eli said. “Don’t bother.”

Nico shook her head, clearly not impressed, but she didn’t say anything. Maybe she’d just already given up on Eli’s career. Or maybe she was too busy with her own. There was also the outside chance that she was just confident that Eli already remembered her lectures on the importance of social media to an idol, but that seemed unlikely. If that was the case, she wouldn’t have stopped giving them to her after the first three times..

For her part, Eli was less than convinced that meticulously posed photos were the secret to idol success, but Nico did always seem oddly informed about industry manoeuvring.

“What about you, Nozomi?”

“Oh, I use it now and then,” Nozomi said, with the kind of sly modesty that suggested that she probably had more followers than Nico was was looking forward to when Nico found that out. “I’ll make sure to retweet you.”

“Thanks,” Nico said. “But don’t quote tweet. I don’t need any weird comments from you about it.”

“Aww. But we were just talking about the value of honesty! I want to be honest with my fans about my contribution.”

“Don’t you dare,” Nico snapped.

“You were the one feeling thankful to her just a minute ago, Nozomi,” Eli said. “It seems pretty cold to turn against her right afterward.”

Nozomi sighed. “I suppose you’re right, Elicchi. I’ll keep my silence this time.”

“Good,” Nico said, giving Eli an appreciative nod.

“Are you going right home, Niccochi?” Nozomi asked.

“That was the plan, yeah,” Nico said.

“Taking care of your siblings again?” Eli asked.

“No, ma- my mother is home today,” Nico said.

“Then why don’t you come with us?” Nozomi said.

“Huh? Come with you where?” Nico said.

“Elicchi and I were going to go get a parfait. Wanna join us?”

Nico paused for a moment, deliberating. Finally, she nodded.

“Okay.”

Nozomi smiled, and Eli felt a bit of one tugging at her own lips.

“Let’s go then!” Nozomi announced, raising her fist as if she was commanding a victorious charge, ambling out of the room as Nico trailed behind her.

Eli chuckled slightly, falling in line behind them.

She enjoyed her time with all of μ’s, she really did. But she’d been friends with just Nozomi for a long time, and she enjoyed their time together with just the two of them too. But adding Nico to that… it didn’t feel unnatural at all.

She was sure that Nico would enjoy the parfait place. And she’d make sure to give Nico’s tweet a like.

#love live #kinda niconozoeli if you wanna believe

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