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[sassybird]

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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[kokuyoyo]

[In fact, Chikusa likes to think he can blame Ken. Surely, if it were him on the receiving end of all of this, he'd be able to last longer, wouldn't he? All it would require of him is to be still and do nothing.]

[But... This is Ken they're talking about. Too eager for reactions, too eager to lap up his or Mukuro's cum with a blissful and pleased look on his face. Clearly he'll have to be content with training him under Mukuro's eye; Chikusa is always thinking of ways to go about it.]

[...Perhaps 'content' is too lax a word to how he's really feeling about the idea of forcing Ken to be still and making him beg.]

[For now, there's more tempting things to consider, and Chikusa pulls away from Ken at thee sound of those orders with blown out pupils and his tongue flicking out along his lips. Already he can imagine what position Mukuro wants them in, and his fingers deftly undo the opening to his own pants. All the while, his gaze keeps flicking from his partner to his master, as if unable to decide what he wants to watch the most.]

[junkyarddog]

"So what, stupid kappa?" Ken huffs against Chikusa's skin, although the warm, relaxed weight of him doesn't shift at all - a sure sign that his verbal belligerence is empty noise. "Easy to wash off, byon."

He nuzzles Chikusa's neck for a long moment before pulling away, reluctantly, so that Chikusa can actually rinse that off. They haven't been in the bath proper yet, and curling up against Chikusa and falling asleep there now sounds like a good idea to Ken. (There is the concern of strangers coming in while they sleep, but that's always been less of a concern for Ken than Chikusa; he'd wake up at the first unfamiliar footfall.)

[junkyarddog]

[Technically, Ken is already on his knees - but he knows exactly what Mukuro means, and the eager, hungry little noise he makes in his throat reflects it. He drops to all fours, gaze flickering between Mukuro and Chikusa like he similarly can't decide who he wants to watch more.

At Mukuro's remark about taking care of Chikusa, Ken's eyes gleam. He's given Chikusa blowjobs before, and he always relishes the act. Not just because he has a decided oral fixation, but because working Chikusa up, getting him to react...whether he's fucking Chikusa or using that lewd tongue of his on him, the only difference is whether Ken himself is receiving physical pleasure at the same time. What Ken tries to do, and how much he enjoys Chikusa's reactions, stays exactly the same.

His eyes finally settle on Chikusa, looking expectant, and when he licks his lips he's not even fully aware he's doing it.] Yes, Mukuro-sama. [He'd agree to almost any task Mukuro gave him - especially under these circumstances - but this is the kind of thing he'd happily do without even being asked.]

[kokuyoyo]

“It’s still annoying…” But that, too, is nothing more than empty noise on Chikusa’s part. Even if it’s annoying… It doesn’t matter. The only thing that does is Ken’s body against him, warm and sturdy, and his eyes drift shut for a while until his partner moves. Slowly, he pushes himself away from the wall as well, moving to rinse the cum splattered along his pale skin.

And then, well….

Then there’s the part they can both agree is nice: heat, sleepy relaxation, and their bodies slumped against each other as they drift together for a while. There’s few things in the world Chikusa would trade it for.

[possedere]

[For all of Chikusa's offers to train him, Ken seemed very well behaved already. Tenderly, as Ken got down on all fours, he ran a hand through his hair, down his spine, coming to rest lightly on the curve of Ken's ass. He shot Chikusa an amused smirk, pleased that the other boy didn't seem to have any objections, leaning forward to press a soft kiss onto his mouth.]

Go ahead.

[Because he wanted to have Ken be adjusted before he started fucking him. While Chikusa was well versed in dealing with pain, there was no reason to court maiming that member if he didn't have to.]

I FINALLY REMEMBERED....

[kokuyoyo]

[When it comes to this kind of thing, there's really no need to help Ken with it- he's all too eager when it comes to swallowing down cock. At the same time, as he frees his arousal with one hand, Chikusa can't resist reaching over to cradle Ken's skull in his hands. It's a position they're both so very familiar with, fingers curling around the back of his head perfectly every time. He tugs him closer, gaze finally settling on his partner.]

[Chikusa doesn't say anything. The only sound which escapes his lips are a soft sigh as he guides his erect cock into Ken's mouth.]

[junkyarddog]

[Ken's good at oral, too - perhaps not surprising with someone with such a clear oral fixation as his. The gum, the cartridges, the way he's constantly sticking his tongue out even when it serves no earthly purpose beyond making him look even more canine than he already does.

Now his mouth is hot and hungry around Chikusa, taking in the length of him, mindful of his teeth in a way that's half awareness it won't get him the desired results of Chikusa moaning and shuddering, and half the product of training on the part of Chikusa and occasionally Mukuro when they've pointedly corrected him about being careless in that area. The sound as Chikusa's fingers find their familiar grip on his head is a bit too excitable; otherwise it could almost be described as one of contentment. As though this is a return to the way things should always be.]

is it okay to wrap this up?

[possedere]

[Despite the obvious dangers of having Ken performing oral, Mukiro had to admit his enthusiasm was unmatched. He watched with deep seated interest. When it seemed as if Ken had found a good rhythm, he helped himself out of his pants.

He slicked up his cock with the help of some handy illusions, slowly easing into Ken. To reward Chikusa for preparing him so thoroughly, he leaned forward again to sink his teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, tongue sweeping over the teeth marks.]

yeah i'm good

[kokuyoyo]

[Every time, the heat of Ken's mouth threatens to undo him. No one does it quite like him- that much Chikusa is sure of, even if he doesn't have the experience for proof. (Mukuro, he knows, would surely sulk and make a bigger deal of it than necessary if he bothered to try, and frankly it's far from worth it dealing with the melodrama even if he wanted to.) No one could be as eager as Ken, swallowing him down for all he's worth and tongue pressing up against sensitive flesh in all the right ways.]

[The best, however, is the noise, traveling right into him and sending sparks of pleasure through his spine. Chikusa's lips part in a gasp before he shudders, moaning from the ecstasy of it, and he almost doesn't notice Mukuro leaning in close as he thrusts into Ken's mouth until there's a breath flowing along his throat.]

[Chikusa can only handle so much when it comes to the two people who make up his entire life. Ken alone would have him falling to pieces, rough and eager and dragging him out of his lethargic existence; Mukuro's attention has him undone at just this. He comes with a high keening whimper as those teeth dig into his flesh, fingers digging into Ken's hair all the harder and spilling straight into Ken's throat.]