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The Maid Cafe Meme

"In these cafés, waitresses dressed in maid costumes act as servants, and treat customers as masters (and mistresses) in a private home, rather than as café patrons."

Congratulations- for whatever strange shenanigans, you've ended up working at a maid and/or butler cafe! Whether you need the cash, are doing it for shits and giggles, or Shit Just Happened, here you are. Hope you enjoy that uniform, whether it's the simple black-and-white, cosplay, or.... cat ears.

Remember your manners! Always welcome in patron as "Masters" and "Mistresses", offer wipe towels and menus at entrance, and try to drag them into spending as much money as possible. Depending on the cafe, this could mean simply food and drinks, karaoke, massages, games of all sorts, taking a (paid) picture with a patron or... going with anime tropes by slapping them in-character?

Well, some people will pay for anything.

Alternatively, maybe you're actually a patron yourself! Visiting just to say you did? Looking for a brief power trip in your life? Is this the only place where you can do paperwork for some arcane reason? Keeping an eye out for your friend who works here? No judgment, only people in cosplay who will indulge whatever nonsense is going on.

Just remember - no touching the maids or butlers, no asking for personal information, and don't be a creepy stalker. Unless you want to get in trouble, anyway.

Fill in the top level of your comment with the character's name and canon, and put in a scenario or three for people to reply to!

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[Mukuro, you know Chikusa doesn’t have the energy for this kind of nonsense... ]

What would convince you, Mukuro-sama?

Ken huffs, although it's hard to tell if he's amused or irritated or somewhere in between. But a few moments later he pulls his fingers out of Chikusa, roughly smearing the last of the lube over himself.

He doesn't ask if Chikusa is ready, doesn't give him a warning; he doesn't need to, and he knows it. He shifts so that he's fully behind Chikusa, instead of slightly off to one side to give his hand room to work, and his now-free hand grips Chikusa's hip as he rocks himself against Chikusa's ass. It's hard to tell if it's deliberate or an accident that he doesn't push into Chikusa initially, sliding slick against his ass instead, but after a moment of re-positioning he is thrusting into him, shallow at first and then, on the very next thrust, as deep as possible.

Almost simultaneously, his teeth seek out and dig into the back of Chikusa's neck, his breath coming in hot and shallow pants against Chikusa's skin.

[Ken's fully finished unbuttoning his shirt by the time Mukuro's attention turns to Chikusa - and with no more directions beyond that, all he can do is sit and watch, all but whining in the back of his throat as he waits for Mukuro to turn back to him. He trusts that his half-stripping is going somewhere, which is the only reason he doesn't try to interrupt and demand attention for himself.

Chikusa's thoughtful attitude, however, abruptly draws his attention, with the unerring instinct of an animal who senses potential danger in something they don't necessarily understand. He watches Chikusa through narrowed eyes, and when Chikusa makes his remarks...well, Ken's even more suspicious.

He doesn't know what Chikusa's going on about, but he gets the distinct feeling it's going to be really annoying. And it sounds like it might not involve Mukuro, who's the one Ken wants right now.]

I've already been patient, byon. [Ken's voice is distinctly sulky.] And we got lots of money. Mukuro-sama was gonna reward me, right? [And he looks toward Mukuro, hopefully, for confirmation.]

[My, my, it wasn't often that Chikusa could be labeled as 'devious', and Mukuro did so enjoy it when he decided to be. He canted his head to the side slightly, an amused smirk gracing his features.]

What did you have in mind?

[He could make an educated guess, and the question was more for Ken's benefit than his own. Mukuro had no qualms about going along with Chikusa's idea, since there should be some balance after all. Ken had his fun, and there was something satisfying about seeing him whine and beg. It's a good thing that Mukuro had never believed himself to be a good person.

At Ken's question, he turned back to him, smirk sharpening. He leaned forward, swiping his tongue leisurely against Ken's neck, voice low and full of promise.]

Of course you'll be rewarded Ken. But sometimes waiting makes the reward all the more satisfying.

[Wow what happened to Mukuro being one of the only things Chikusa lived for? Or has Mukuro missed the small window of Chikusa having enough energy?

He leaned forward, mouth curving upwards.]

Tell me your favorite part of your uniform.

[Mukuro wasn't that more of your kink...]

Anticipation jolts up his back before smoothing out into a quiet eager hum in his whole body as Ken jerks his fingers out of him. Best he can, Chikusa tries to calm his own breathing and kneads his fingers harder into the fist he’s made up against rough brick. He can feel his cock literally twitch when Ken grinds up hard and fast at his ass, but it’s not what he wants. His lips part, words on the tip of his tongue to tell him to stop messing around-

A quiet gasp as something slides into him, graduating fast into a whimper that rolls out of his mouth. If it’s the thrust that fills him up so completely or Ken’s teeth laying claim to his skin again, Chikusa can’t say. It doesn’t matter. Fingers slip and drag nails across Ken’s scalp as he presses back against him, gulping down air to calm the excited ache in him.

[Because they’re all adults here-]

I told you, Ken.

[It’s not even said with any particular smugness, just a bland statement of fact. See? Mukuro-sama is on his side in this area.]

[As Mukuro indulges Ken a little bit, Chikusa leans slightly against his back with his fingers still stroking along his spine as if that can earn him attention again. It doesn’t match at all the way his tone hasn’t shifted at all from his previous statement.]

Edging, Mukuro-sama.

[A slight pause. He’s not worried about Ken knowing what he’s talking about, because he doubts Ken investigates the proper names for kinks on the internet.]

...If you had him after he’s had to wait, there’d be good reactions…

[In all honesty, Chikusa would rather him be it, but he’s actually trying to employ a bit of skill into this. Hopefully with this kind of thing offered up on the table, it’ll get him a better reward from Mukuro-sama afterwards.]

[...And he won’t mind seeing Ken beg and squirm either.]

[Hey, he’s still going along with it instead of just laying on the cold hard ground, isn’t he? If he were the type to snort out a laugh, Mukuro’s question might make him do it. Instead, the answer is a simple and immediate-]

The hat, Mukuro-sama.

[It’s not that he has a hat thing or anything…]

[That quick answer would get a low chuckle out of Mukuro, who reached out to caress the hat fondly, before lowering a gloved hand to Chikusa's cheek. His reward for being so forthcoming would be another kiss, this one deeper than the others, Mukuro's hand coming to rest firmly on the back of Chikusa's neck to draw the other boy in closer.]

There's never any question of needing to ask Ken for more once he's started. No one's ever had to ask Ken to fuck them harder, or faster, or deeper. (Which isn't to say he doesn't get asked anyway.) But Ken hardly knows how to hold himself back, in a lot of things; sex is no different. Nothing but something being seriously wrong could get him to stop at this point.

It's fortunate - or perhaps a habit developed over years of fucking Chikusa in this position - that Ken's got his hand wrapped around Chikusa's cock, can make sure the force of his thrusts aren't grinding Chikusa's hips against the rough wall. (Chikusa's largely insensitive to pain, almost seems to welcome Ken causing some when they have sex, but that'd be going overboard.) It's the only mercy Chikusa receives, - though, fortunately, it's probably the only mercy he wants.

Ken rocks into him hard and fast, not just because he doesn't know how to do slow or gentle but because he knows from experience that this is what gets the most reaction out of Chikusa. Feeling Chikusa's breathing change, feeling his body shake and jerk, seeing the way his expression actually changes and his skin flush, maybe even hearing him cry out...those things set Ken's blood on fire. He bites hard at Chikusa's shoulder, hand stroking Chikusa's length rather erratically. There's nothing coordinated or measured about this. In a way, that wild unpredictability may be in Ken's favor; Chikusa's never given a chance to adapt to it, can't find a rhythm to brace himself against, can't predict what Ken's going to do next because even Ken probably doesn't know. He's forced to be every bit as much in the moment as Ken himself is.

[Ken makes a soft noise of pure longing as Mukuro's tongue drags against his skin, the fists resting on his thighs twitching with his desire to reach out to him. His restraint is pure obedience, only something Mukuro could induce; he shows little enough of it anywhere else.

He trusts Mukuro when he promises reward, but he still gives Chikusa a somewhat suspicious look.] What's edging, byon?

[But when Chikusa mentions Mukuro having him, Ken almost stops caring. He sits up straighter with an eager look in his eyes; he knows exactly what that means. Whatever edging is, it's got to be worth sitting through if Mukuro will fuck him afterwards. Pretty much anything would be worth a reward like that.]

[Well, this wasn’t the meal he was trying to get, but Chikusa won’t ever complain about this one.]

[Surrendering himself like a puppet, only the slightest touch is needed to guide him forward as he gladly receives Mukuro’s lips on his. Careful to avoid the plate set between them, he reaches over again to spread his fingers along Mukuro’s chest and sighs contentedly into his mouth. Slow and tentative, requesting, he sucks on his lower lip.]

It’s true. It does work in Ken’s favor. Just not only in keeping Chikusa off-balance, as it turns out.

Dissociating is never something he’s chosen to do. The first times it happened, it was to flee pain and needles, to find some measure of safety away from his traitorous body until the adults were gone and he could crawl into a corner away from anyone else. Those moments, his mind would seem to reconnect, and there would be all the aches and leftover pain for him to cry himself hoarse over. When the experiments actually made any headway, leaving his body unable to pick up on all the danger signs pain provided, well, it hadn’t made such events any better really. His body had only become even less his own, then. More often than not, even now, it feels like a strange is on the other side of the mirror than merely his own reflection.

Mukuro and Ken drag him back. They force him to stay connected, if not for his body’s sake than through his body. For whatever reason, simple touch keeps him where he needs to be: a rewarding stroke of his cheek from Mukuro’s hand, Ken’s warmth invading his space, his body curled around both of them. He has a strange worry that if he impresses too much of himself on them, then the effect won’t be as strong anymore.

Maybe it’s true. Maybe it’s just one of many paranoid worries. Either way, he can’t deny this: Ken’s body practically burning his with how hot it runs, a rough palm jerking him off in a different stroke or angle or speed everytime, the force of his thrusts threatening to make him crumble, and his teeth in his skin demanding that he not run from this. As if Chikusa ever could. He’s too overcome to do that even if he wanted to, and that’s the last thing he wants right now. Brick scratches at his palm as Ken rails him against it, and his throat is sandpaper rough from the way he gasps in air. He can only stay silent for so long, however. Ken thrusts, and something inside him sets off stars behind Chikusa’s eyes. A warbling moan rattles out of him, and he doesn’t even hear it, his body squeezing down on Ken’s cock with everything it has while his legs shake.

[Chikusa better not complain holy shit.

Mukuro let out a soft sigh at Chikusa's careful hand against his chest, and he leaned into it, letting out a light chuckle as his lower lip was sucked in. It was always a pleasing thought that he was one of the few people who Chikusa would put in effort for, and he wouldn't let that go unrewarded.

He broke the kiss to press a few kisses along Chikusa's jaw, stopping just short of his ear.]

Should we finish the dish you made so lovingly or would you like your payment now?

[Mukuro what a god damn trainwreck. No one else would find that remotely endearing or seductive.]

[Interesting. Where had Mukuro been when Chikusa had decided he wanted to look up kinks on the internet? Hopefully not just trolling him in threads, but actively peering over his shoulder.

Mukuro canted his gaze back to Chikusa, mouth curving up in a cruel smirk.]

Would you enjoy watching that much, Chikusa?

[Not that Mukuro could be the first person to judge or even the last. Amused, he reached out to slide a gloved hand underneath Chikusa's uniformed shirt to touch skin, gaze glittering.

Without sparing much of a glance to Ken ( anticipation was key after all ), answered:]

He wants me to fuck you and deny you release multiple times. It would be a good way to teach you patience, Ken.

Edging... referring to being at the edge of orgasm but not reaching it.

[Leaning into Mukuro's touch, even hidden by cool leather, Chikusa sighs. The follow up explanation comes out softly, distracted.]

It's supposed to be better...

[Not that he knows from experience. This is all purely... academic. Chikusa knows that a lot of things, in theory, are supposed to make sex better according to the wide world of the internet, but his sex life is usually simple. At least, mostly. When only Ken is involved.]

If you wished, Mukuro-sama, I could assist.

[Helpless against Mukuro’s breath and lips, Chikusa sinks closer against him even though that means the edge of the table digs into his ribs. It’s a minor discomfort that may as well not exist. Having him stop is a disapointment, frankly, and he digs his fingers in to silently show his neediness.]

...It’s best warm, Mukuro-sama…

Kufufu so you say, but that doesn't sound like what you want.

[Mukuro looked up at the youth from underneath his lashes, well aware of Chikusa's grip on him.

Almost abruptly, he stood, crossing the short distance between them to settle himself comfortably on Chikusa's lap, thighs on either side of him, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders.]

You should tell me honestly, Chikusa, or how will I know?

[Which was a bunch of horseshit and they both knew it, but Mukuro liked to hear it nonetheless.]

[Obediently, if reluctantly, Chikusa lets go of him as Mukuro abruptly stands up. It’s a good thing he did. Mukuro’s pressure on his lap ushers out a sigh, and he lets his hands settle on the other’s thighs.]

[More games. This one, however, he can play simply. His nose presses down against Mukuro’s shoulder.]

Mukuro-sama…. I want you. Always.

[So well-behaved, his Chikusa. Mukuro ran a gloved hand along his nape, eyes lowering as he felt Chikusa press against him. He tilted his head to the side to give Chikusa access to his neck if he so chose to, chuckling softly at Chikusa's easily given admission.]

Even now?

[Teasingly, Mukuro ground down into his lap.]

[In contrast to his cool demeanor, Chikusa’s breath is hot as he gasps from the way Mukuro grinds down on him. He wasn’t planning for this at all. Yet, can he really say he’s surprised? Not really. Swallowing again, he presses a reverent kiss along that exposed pulse point.]

Yes, Mukuro-sama.

[Ken's mouth opens and closes soundlessly for a moment. He's never been so struck silent - or so conflicted - in his life.

On the one hand, Mukuro fucking him. On the other hand...not getting to come? And Chikusa potentially helping? ~~And how can it be better? Especially if he doesn't come? Nothing's better than sex with Chikusa or Mukuro as it is now.~~ Truth be told, Ken's not even sure how they could stop him from coming under those circumstances; just thinking about it, and the anticipation of Mukuro's teasing before he takes any kind of definitive action with either of them, has him hard to the point of discomfort. How is he not supposed to come? This is just proof that Ken's only ever experienced the kinks Chikusa and Mukuro have introduced him to, and can't imagine anything they've never introduced to him before. Ken is simple and straightforward, always.

He stares at Mukuro.] Mukuro-sama...? [He's not sure what's happening, or what it will be like when it does, or what part Chikusa will play in it, or even if he wants what they're suggesting. What he knows, however, is that it's not up to him to decide any of that anyway. It's up to Mukuro. So he waits breathlessly for the verdict.]

[While it was true that Mukuro wasn't normally so forward, it didn't mean that he couldn't get in the mood. Especially when uniforms were involved, and Chikusa had been so well-behaved.]

Good.

[He arched lightly at that gentle kiss, turning his face so he could kiss Chikusa again, sweeping his ass shamelessly against Chikusa's lap.]

My, my Chikusa. It's rare for you to be so eager to expend energy.

[And it wasn't like Mukuro wasn't known for liking to watch.

He would take the victory for what it was, meaning he got the best of everything and had to do very little for it. He turned back to Ken, eyes glistening.]

Ken, Chikusa is going to instruct you in this. Though don't worry, I'll keep my promise to you.

[Namely he was going to sit back and popcorn the show and finally finish Ken off once Chikusa had tired of educating him properly.]

It won’t take much… Probably.

[If they managed to do this right, anyway, which isn’t a guarantee. Again- purely academic knowledge instead of any experience. Ken’s eagerness is undoubtedly going to be a double edged sword, Chikusa can tell already. It’ll be easy to get him worked up, because Ken gets worked up about so much. The problem is how he’s going to keep him from orgasm…]

[Oh well. Hopefully this will be worth the effort.]

[With no small amount of relutance that he doesn’t bother to hide, Chikusa pulls away from Mukuro’s body and gets up to his feet. Thank goodness that there’s not much of a distance for him to travel before he’s lowering himself down onto the ground right behind Ken. His lanky body isn’t particularly comfortable as he folds himself around his partner, chest pressing against his back. His face tucks into Ken’s neck.]

It’ll be fine…

[A barely discernible murmur, even with how close he is, before he tries to coax the other to sit back against him. One hand starts to rub right at the inside of Ken’s thigh. The other he uses to guide his face until he can bite and suck at his lip.]

[This is half a show for Mukuro too, after all. He needs something to watch.]

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