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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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[Ken relaxes at Mukuro's promise. Mukuro doesn't make them promises too often, but when he does, he's always kept them. If he's promising Ken reward, release...Ken will get it. And that makes anything that could possibly lead up to it worthwhile.

He almost doesn't need the reassurance that Chikusa offers him, too - when Ken's sharp ears pick up without difficulty - but it relaxes him even further; Chikusa wouldn't waste effort on lying to him. In fact, Ken's not sure if he can ever remember Chikusa lying to him. If he's ever said anything that wasn't true to Ken, then it was something Chikusa either believed himself or was trying to convince himself of as much as Ken. (And Ken can usually hear in his voice how not convinced he is, and he doesn't consider it lying if there's no chance Chikusa could fool him and Chikusa doesn't seem to be making much of an effort to do it.)

He leans back into Chikusa without resistance, always eager to soak up any attention or affection Chikusa willingly gives him. He offers a few nips to Chikusa's lips as well, but Chikusa taking the initiative is such a welcome rarity that for the most part he's putty in his partner's hands. He'll let Chikusa do just about anything he wants, in consideration to the fact that he's actually doing something at all.]

[What good subordinates he had.

Mukuro leaned back into his chair to get a better view of Chikusa coaxing Ken to lean against him. It was difficult to say what he was more interested, the usually quiet and reserved boy taking initiative or Ken eagerly returning that attention. He propped his cheek up with a fist, smiling indulgently even though he was well aware that this show was for him.]

Keep as much clothing on him as possible, Chikusa.

[Look, no one said he was going to be a quiet voyeur, and if this show was for him, he would let it be known what he wanted.]

[Chikusa pauses when Mukuro speaks up, Ken's lip snapping back as he lets go of it. Ah. That puts a kink in the ideas he'd had, but he can be flexible. Well, that's half a lie- he can be flexible for Mukuro and no one else. Still true in this situation.]

Yes...

[Obedient and softly said while he undoes Ken's pants. Just like he figured, there's no need for him to waste much time coaxing his cock out. So erect and hot already, it springs out on its own the second there's enough room. In comparison to Ken and Mukuro's hands, Chikusa's own palms are much smoother because of his preferred weaponry. He uses this to his advantage, teasing the soft ridge at the head of Ken's dick with skilled fingers.]

[His other hands take over where his mouth has just left.]

Suck. [A simple command.] Mukuro-sama is watching...

[And that should be all the initiative that Ken needs. Even as he says that, however, Chikusa is glancing over at Mukuro to gauge his reactions. Is this good enough?]

[Ken hardly needs Chikusa's incentive any more than he needed his reassurance. Ken's delighted to show off for Mukuro, to try and entice him with his body, to (as most actions in Ken's life boil down to) attempt to win his approval - but Ken's almost as eager to entice Chikusa, to draw reactions and hunger and passion out of his cold fish partner, to work Chikusa up and know he matters enough to him to get under his skin. (Today, he has to share credit with Mukuro - Ken knows that Mukuro watching them will work Chikusa up, just like it's already working him up.)

That's why, instead of sucking Chikusa's fingers, he bites them. Not gently, but not nearly as hard as they all know Ken's capable of biting, even when he's not channeling. Hard enough to hurt, hard enough to leave teeth impressions, but not hard enough to break skin. And Ken holds the bite, keeping those fingers held between his teeth as his tongue begins sliding against them, as his lips close and he begins to suck hard while holding Chikusa's gaze.

Even as he's preoccupied with this, his hips are moving as Chikusa's hand moves over his cock, rocking shallowly into his hand. He's making low, hungry noises against Chikusa's fingers, muffled by the hand in his mouth and entirely without self-consciousness.]

[One of the most intriguing aspects of their relationship, perhaps only to Mukuro, was that he would never have believed he would be catered to so lovingly by these two. He could still recall the looks on their faces when he had first spoken to them, how they hadn't been sure whether he was a threat or if he was someone worth following. Yet in a few short years, they had become so loyal to him that they would do these sort of displays without question and wholly eagerly.

It was as much an ego boost as it was arousing.

Casually, he crossed his legs as he leaned back in his chair, watching with sharp interest as Chikusa pumped at Ken's cock, smile soft and almost fondly amused. It was a start, if nothing else.]

[While it was likely never the Estraneo’s intent, some days it’s very easy to wonder if Chikusa and Ken were very literally made for each other in more ways than one. Intelligence to bestial battle prowess, a cool personality forced into action by a much more energetic one…]

[And in this case, Ken’s tendency for violence even in matters of sex matched neatly by Chikusa’s deadened sense of pain.]

[He’s still glancing from the corner of his eyes to Mukuro, blatantly eager to please, when Ken bites down on his fingers. Instead of pain, it’s more the pressure that he feels, and a small noise of recognition leaves him as his gaze slides back to meet Ken’s. In obvious payback, he softly brushes his fingers up Ken’s cock… only to jerk them back down, fingers slick as he twists them sharply.]

Mukuro-sama…. Any other restrictions?

[Because it’s going to be enough of a pain keeping Ken’s clothing on.]

[Ken meets Chikusa's gaze when he looks at him, and there's a light in his eyes - excitement, arousal, triumph in getting Chikusa to focus on him - that's far too reminiscent of a dog eager to play. The impression isn't lessened any by the fact that Ken has something in his mouth while he looks at Chikusa like that.

His gaze flicks over to Mukuro, both for approval of his own actions and to see what his verdict is on where the proceedings will go from here.]

[It was sometimes easy for Mukuro to forget for all their loyalty and devotion to him, that Ken and Chikusa had built a world for themselves that was all their own. It was fine, of course, so long as Mukuro remained their leader, but that small glance between them said quite a bit.

Amused, he shook his head.]

Just don't forget what you're doing, Chikusa.

[He gave a small nod to Ken's unspoken need for approval, mouth curving up slightly.]

Yes, Mukuro-sama.

[Chikusa can stay focused, after all. Even in the face of everything Ken does to him.]

[He gives his fingers a light tug, the only warning sign Ken gets before Chikusa jerks them out completely from his teeth without any regard for injuries he might get. Once free, he spreads his fingers out as the saliva strings out between them- more for Mukuro’s benefit as the audience than anything else. It’s only for a second, since he can’t afford to let them dry much, before he’s shoving his hand down into Ken’s pants.]

[Really, it’s a good thing he’s as lanky and long limbed as he is. This would be a little hard for some other people.]

[While his fingers are probing along Ken’s ass, Chikusa adjust his position. His other hand leaves Ken’s cock, instead brushing along his hair. They actually had to give him a bath for this job, and that means his hair seems a little less dirty and a little more golden. It’s also a little more soft, and thus perfect for Chikusa to fist his fingers into it, jerking Ken’s head to the side at the same time he roughly shoves his fingers into his ass and bites down on the curve of his throat.]

[It's a sign of just how much Ken cares about Chikusa, that he only wants to injure Chikusa in ways that are explicitly and enjoyably sexual for the both of them, that his teeth immediately unfasten from Chikusa's fingers when Chikusa yanks them back. Not on the first tug, because that he recognizes as not being serious - but as soon as Chikusa exerts serious pressure, enough to hurt himself, Ken's teeth relax rather than strip the skin off those digits.

Saliva, even as much as Ken had licked onto Chikusa's fingers, isn't the best of lubricants, and it's just as well that Ken's accustomed to - and to some degree, when it comes to sex, even enjoys - some pain. He still whines when Chikusa's fingers press into him, but it's a breathless sound that's at least as much satisfaction as complaint. And the tug to his hair and, even more importantly, the bite at his throat has his hips bucking into empty air, his cock missing the fingers around it already.

His eyes unfocus for a few moments, as he loses himself in the sensations - and then he remembers Mukuro, and meets his gaze. Watching Mukuro watching Chikusa do this to him is a pleasure all its own.]

[It was difficult to say if Ken and Chikusa had been this way from the start, unselfconscious about performing lewd acts in front of others, or if it had been through Mukuro's own molding. The 'Mukuro-sama' he could at least attribute to himself, but the rest... Well, he supposed he couldn't ask for better subordinates.

Now that all the ground rules had been set, he was content to lean back in his seat and watch with an unwavering gaze as Chikusa took his slick fingers out of Ken's mouth, smirk curling up lazily. He had seen the damage Ken could do with a bite, and the gentleness he showed to the other boy was amusing and most likely, ultimately futile.

He let out a soft, approving noise as Chikusa held up his hand for him, and again when Ken's hips bucked upwards. For Chikusa, what he adored most was to get the normally quiet boy to be vocal despite his restraint, and for Ken, he enjoyed watching him be touched or fucked so thoroughly that he couldn't find speech.

That blissed out look on Ken's face was a nice one, and once he came back to his senses, Mukuro smirked at him.]

How is he doing, Ken?

[He knew Ken would like that. The other boy does it to him often enough, anyway, claws leaving long streaks of red along his spine or bite marks all along his throat that not even the tall collar of the Kokuyo uniform can hide completely. It’s something that goes completely the other way, too, although there’s no possible way Chikusa can leave the same kind of viciously territorial marks. Only Ken has that kind of jaw strength, or the variety of teeth.]

[Still, Chikusa does his best, sucking a mark along the arch of Ken’s throat as best he can in time with his fingers. He’s searching out the spot that will best make Ken buck, slow and probing, not in any rush at all.]

[It’ll drive him up the wall. Good.]

[His eyes flick up to Mukuro as his voice rolls out, and, purely to interrupt Ken, Chikusa gives a twist of his fingers inside of him.]

Mukuro-samahhh... [The name was already a moan leaving Ken's mouth, and Chikusa's tease with his fingers just makes it turn into a shuddering gasp. Instinct helps Ken direct Chikusa's fingers toward the spot they both want him to find, as Ken rocks back into those fingers and a breathless, snarling cry bursts from him as they press against his prostate.]

Fuck...fuck me, Kakipi... [Ken's not even sure if that's supposed to be included in this edging thing or whatever that they're doing. He knows the end goal is for Mukuro to fuck him, and he's not supposed to come before then...but he wants to get fucked. And maybe Mukuro fucking him is more rare and special and thus more desired than Chikusa, but Ken's got no interest in self-denial or having to choose. Why can't he have both? That's definitely what he wants...]

[How cunning and devious Chikusa could be, not that Mukuro would complain in the slightest. It didn't escape his owl-eyed observation at how the taller boy had timed the sharp movement of his fingers with Mukuro's own words, it difficult to tell what had made Ken moan so. Amused, Mukuro drank in Ken's expression, torn between blissful and feral. The way he said his name wasn't unpleasant either, and at his subordinate's pleas, Mukuro flicked his gaze up to Chikusa's face, raising an eyebrow.]

Not a bad idea. What do you think, Chikusa?

[With Ken, who was more instinctual and simple minded, he probably wouldn't have bothered to ask his opinion, but Chikusa was different.]

[A notable change washes over Chikusa at Ken’s moan, although minute in some ways. This had never been meant to affect him, not on this level; he had wanted to stir Ken and Mukuro up instead for his own ends. The minimal amount of work for a greater reward.]

[But… Maybe he should have foreseen that would be impossible. All it takes is a wanton cry of his name and a lustful plea, and his body responds without his permission. Ken will be able to feel it the best, of course, pressed up against Chikusa’s body as he is: the sharp inhale that sucks in air away from Ken’s skin, the undeniable bulge that brushes along his back, all while he’s still stroking his fingers inside of him now that he’s found that perfect spot.]

[On the other hand, Mukuro will get to see the change in his eyes as he looks up to meet his gaze, dark and half lidded.]

Would it be alright, Mukuro-sama?

[It’ll be even harder to control Ken and keep him from orgasm, but…. He wants to tend to himself too.]

Please, Mukuro-sama...? [Ken pants the words, voice wavering as Chikusa's fingers stroke inside him. It's hard to focus on words, but he knows Mukuro likes it when they get worked up - that's the whole point of this, after all - and, for all Ken's combativeness, he's pretty good at begging. And he wants this badly enough that it's well worth the effort.] Wanna be fucked by both of you, Mukuro-sama.

[From both ends, in succession, at the same time, Ken doesn't care. So long as he has Mukuro and Chikusa, he doesn't need anything else. And if he has Mukuro and Chikusa inside him, the rest of the world doesn't even have to exist.]

You've done well Chikusa, you deserve a reward.

[On anyone else, his smile might have been benevolent, but there was still a bit of sharpness there. Seeing how worked up both Ken and Chikusa were made it difficult to refuse them both, especially when he was growing impatient with simply watching.

He vacated his chair to come kneel in front of Ken, eyes sharp and predatory.]

Do you deserve it Ken? You've were misbehaving earlier.

[Nevermind that Mukuro had egged him on. Still, he leaned forward anyway, brushing a hand against Ken's chest.]

[Any other time, Chikusa would be sighing at such a blatant lie from Mukuro. When it’s not Ken causing trouble, after all, Mukuro is in some ways worse. Case in point: the entire scenario leading up to the cafe looking like it does right now anyway.]

[Right now, he doesn’t care. No sigh, no eye roll, no unimpressed look. In fact, all that’s displayed on his face is pure longing as Mukuro rises from his seat, and the heat inside him aches sharply. For a second, he debates forgetting whatever plan he had in mind completely, just to ask for attention from their leader.]

[Somehow, against all odds, he manages to resist the temptation. Instead, he teases Ken’s ass open with one more finger, pace getting harder and more demanding instead of slow and pointed. If he thinks Ken is getting close to coming, he’ll stop, but for now… He thinks his partner can be driven a little more. Besides, for lack of good lube and depending on what Mukuro’s idea of participation is, it might be good to prepare him a little longer…]

[And this isn’t at all because Chikusa is a lowkey sadist who likes to see Ken beg and squirm.]

[Ken's every breath is panting now, lips parted, his body shifting with - in counterpoint to - the movement of Chikusa's fingers. Between Chikusa behind him and Mukuro kneeling in front of him, it's hard to ask for anything more...beyond Mukuro actually touching him, of course. Giving him pleasure directly instead of merely inspiring it with his presence.

He can't manage anything to Mukuro's question beyond a low, breathless whine. He knows from experience that even if he said something here, it wouldn't matter. Mukuro's decisions are always made by Mukuro's own whims, and if Ken or Chikusa have any influence on them at all, it's indirect at best. No god in heaven or demon in hell could directly influence a decision of Mukuro's.

Chikusa will have to be careful; Ken's already close, and almost any interaction with Mukuro now would probably set him off.]

[What good subordinates Mukuro has, and he can't help but be moved by the way they both look up to him. For direction, for pleasure, for release. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he could do whatever he wanted to them and they would still vie for him. It was as heady as physical pleasure, but Mukuro wasn't one to be satisfied by having just one thing he wanted.

Instead, he reached out to still Chikusa's fingers, gently encircling the other boy's wrist with a gloved hand. Then, shooting Ken a small, sly look, he leaned across him to kiss Chikusa softly and thoroughly.]

[Honestly, Chikusa is already starting to slow his pace, well aware of Ken’s limits, when Mukuro’s grip makes him go stone still immediately. Pale eyes widen, and he has to swallow when he sees the way their master’s lips are curved deviously. Mukuro’s lips have always been a weakness of his, despite the pure cunning which falls from them, and he’d be quivering at that alone.]

[So when he leans forward, lips capturing Chikusa’s, he sinks against the sensation and the curve of Ken’s back, moaning right in his partner’s ear. It’s not on purpose…]

[He just can’t stop himself when it’s Mukuro.]

[Ken makes a noise of need that's like agony when Chikusa's fingers go still, when Mukuro leans past him to kiss Chikusa and his partner moans in Ken's ear. He tries, without much success, to thrust himself back onto Chikusa's fingers, to derive some pleasure from his own efforts, watching Mukuro and Chikusa kiss over his shoulder with wild, hungry, envious eyes.

He's waited his turn more obediently than this, other days, but then again he's not usually worked up this hard and then made to wait. They've barely started edging him and he's already a whining, panting mess.]

[It was beyond satisfying that simple kiss would get such a loud reaction from the both of them, and Mukuro couldn't help but smirk as Chikusa leaned forward to meet him. For a few moments, he made sure to thoroughly and slowly explore all of Chikusa's mouth with his tongue, coaxing more of those noises from him. If he liked to fuck Ken until he was speechless and sex dazed, he liked it best when he could make Chikusa noisy.

He only pulled back after Ken's whining got to be too much, turning to look at the other boy with a small, amused smile. For anyone else, it would have more cruelty, but for his subordinates, it was slightly softer.]

What do you think Chikusa? Have we teased him enough?

[If it’s noises Mukuro wants out of him, then it’s noises he gets, easily. There are few things in the world Chikusa is fine tuned to like he is to Mukuro, even in a non-sexual situation: his every gesture, each step he takes, what thoughts he deigns to share with him. Of course, in a moment like this, he’s so intune to his leader’s presence that he’s aware of every sweep and tease of his tongue like this, shuddering without fail for each gesture.]

[And, maybe more than that… He hungers for Mukuro’s touch, too. Viciously and voraciously, as much as he might hunger for food. With his gloves and absences, it’s a treasured thing, so unlike the casual subconscious intimacy Ken and himself share. Of course he falls apart under such careful ministrations by someone who knows his body perhaps as well as he knows it himself. By the time Mukuro pulls away, Chikusa’s eyes are dazed over in pleasure and he keens softly from the loss.]

[It takes a second for him to process his words, and another second as his gaze roams over Ken, taking in his own hunger and neediness. With as much care as he’s capable of, he begins to draw his fingers bit by bit out of his partner.]

Ken…. You didn’t hold out long at all….

[He doesn’t mean to make it sound like a challenge, but oh well. Coming back into himself a little more, he considers the prospect carefully.]

...Could train him for more later if it pleases you, Mukuro-sama. [Or maybe that’s just his wants peeking out as he nuzzles his face down against Ken’s throat.] But for now… I don’t think he can wait much longer.

[A pause as he peers out from beneath his bangs at Mukuro, lips moving against Ken’s skin.]

How do you wish to take him, Mukuro-sama?

[Ken's not so far gone that he can't shoot Chikusa a dirtyb look at that idle mockery, huffing aggravation at him - though his indignance is undercut by the needy noise in his throat as Chikusa's fingers slide out of him. His body curves toward Chikusa, leaning into the touch and warmth of him, even as his pleading gaze goes to Mukuro.]

Please, Mukuro-sama... [Pleading won't actually affect what Mukuro chooses to do and Ken knows it, but he's also aware Mukuro likes it. And if it makes Mukuro look at him more favorably, Ken would do just about anything. He actually extends a hand to him, though he stops short of actually touching him without permission.

Casual physical affection with Chikusa is a matter of course. But Ken's feelings for Mukuro border on reverence; being allowed to touch him isn't an assumed right, it's a granted privilege.]

It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake

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I FINALLY REMEMBERED....

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is it okay to wrap this up?

yeah i'm good