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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]

Even if Ken were rough, Chikusa would like it. Even as he’s gentle, he can still tell it’s him, and that’s what he savors. Ken’s hands are distinctly his in the end. No amount of care can erase the length of his nails, jagged from a lack of care and, more likely than not, constant transformations. Water smoothing out his palms helps take away their rough callouses a little, but Chikusa would be disconcerted if it was complete.

Here, in the bath, more than even when he’s asleep, he’s at his most vulnerable. Mukuro is never without his illusions, always able to protect himself so long as it’s his own body and he’s not expending energy through another’s. Ken, too, is a force to be reckoned with, whether or not he’s simply using his own horrifyingly powerful bare body or Channeling.

But for him…. At least when he’s asleep, he knows he’s fallen asleep being watched by someone, or with his yoyos tucked securely in his pockets and ready to be pulled out at a moment’s notice. Naked like this, completely bare….
No one else will ever get to see this. Not outside Mukuro and Ken. Chikusa is sure of it.

There’s other ways he’s vulnerable this way, too, even if he’s expecting to shift his body and feel Ken’s fingers press into him. After all, the cum in his ass was starting to feel fairly gross….

Except those rough slow fingers change it all.

He’s already twitching the second Ken starts to press inside him, and, if there’s anything painful to the scrape of his fingers as he drags out each dribble of cum, well, Chikusa doesn’t notice it. He’s too lost in the sensations, chest heaving and legs trembling as Ken fingerfucks him clear. If the water washes away some of his exhaustion like grim from a pipe, then Ken’s fingers are like the sparks slowly setting him ablaze again. By the time Ken tugs them out, Chikusa actually trembles at the loss. Maybe it’s the heat of the baths which have warmed up his pale skin….

Any other day, he’d think heavily on the implications of Ken wanting to help him with his front. However, right now, he just glances back at him from half lidded lashes. “Yeah…. Alright, Ken.”

[junkyarddog]

Ken waits until Chikusa turns around to start cleaning him, with the same careful thoroughness as he'd used on his back. Calling it body worship wouldn't be accurate; Ken's not doing it for Chikusa's benefit, but his own. Body exploration would be a better description, as Ken's hand moves over Chikusa's skin while he directs the spray along Chikusa's body.

And in short order, Ken's teeth and tongue are taking part, too. He nips idly at Chikusa's chest, at his stomach, at the lines of his pelvis, and he's barely finished stroking Chikusa's cock clean with a water-slick hand before his mouth is wrapped around it, sucking on him greedily. He can tell Chikusa is already kind of worked up, and he wants to maintain that momentum.

[kokuyoyo]

Facing Ken changes the game a little. Not enough to change the basics or stop his roaming fingers and greedy mouth, but enough. Facing Ken lets Chikusa wind his fingers through his hair, feeling how those wild blond strands are weighed down just by the thick humidity of the bathhouse. He’ll never get tired of this. Not even when Ken is absolutely filthy, dirt and dried blood clumping his hair together. There’s something innately satisfying about it.

Where Ken’s teeth have failed to draw out any reaction from Chikusa, his hot mouth sucking on his cock is completely different. It’s possible to almost see him completely fall apart, body trembling and his brows crumpled together. Bruised lips from their bout before are parted, heaving out breath, and his fingers curl tighter into Ken’s hair.

His eyes aren’t focused on anywhere else but him.

[junkyarddog]

That's pretty much all Ken ever wants. He doesn't mind sharing that gaze with Mukuro - the only other person Ken really deems worthy, the only other person Ken would look at in a similar way - but no one else.

As with Ken himself, the blowjob is hot, fast, messy, and eager. He shows just enough restraint to be careful of those sharp teeth of his, but that's as far as it goes. He can't resist Chikusa when he's like this - trembling, breathless, reactive. All he wants is more of it, as quickly as he can get it. So there's no drawing it out, no lingering buildup - he's trying to wrench an orgasm out of Chikusa in record time.

[kokuyoyo]

After this long, Chikusa is no longer as sensitive as he might otherwise be, but with Ken’s enthusiasm, that means very little. His body curls over his partner with each sharp, almost violent, suck. The normally stoic expression on his face is all but vanished now, contorted into pleasure with each loud and debauched ride of Ken’s lip up along him. Maybe it shouldn’t feel this good, so rough and demanding and eager, but he comes undone easily from it all.

“Ken-” His fingers yank in his air, them and his breathless gasp of his partner’s name the only warnings before he tumbles over the edge with a jerk.

[junkyarddog]

Ken makes a sound of almost animal satisfaction as Chikusa comes, only sucking harder with that, as though he won't be satisfied unless he draws every drop from Chikusa that he can. Somehow, without the taste itself being pleasant, Ken always delights in this - swallowing around Chikusa or Mukuro while they pulse in his mouth. He only pulls away when his partner's gone still and as limp as he's able to without falling over, grinning up at him.

He's hard again himself, from watching and listening to and feeling Chikusa's orgasm, but he'll jerk himself off or rub himself against Chikusa's water-slick body until he comes; he knows better than to ask his partner for any more effort exerted on sex today.

[kokuyoyo]

“Limp” is the perfect way to describe Chikusa, loose as though strings have been cut from him a his fingers loosen and fall away from Ken’s hair and lay along the curve of his back. Likely he could stay like that for ages, in the pleasant wet heat of the baths and Ken’s sturdiness between his legs and under his arms. It takes Ken moving for him to stir, blinking down at his partner in a daze.

Even if he wanted to, it’s likely for the best that Ken doesn’t ask anything more of Chikusa today. He honestly can’t get his mind out of its pleasant stupor right now.

Still, after a moment, he has enough coherency in him to mutter, “Need to wash you, Ken…”

[junkyarddog]

Ken doesn't immediately acknowledge, or comply with, that statement - partly from desire, partly from practicality. There's no point in Chikusa washing him yet if he hasn't finished getting dirty, is there?

He rises, arms wrapping around Chikusa to hold him upright, and then Chikusa's being pushed up against the nearest wall as Ken follows, rubbing his hard cock against the place where Chikusa's leg meets his pelvis. There's a low, needy whine in Ken's throat.

[kokuyoyo]

Oh, right, this is a thing.

So knocked out of it and pleasantly sleepy, Chikusa had honestly forgotten about Ken's own need, but he goes along with it easily enough as Ken forces him up against the wall. For the most part, he's completely limp against Ken's body, only his partner's pressure and the wall keeping him upright. However, he does move his arms, loosely wrapping them around Ken's waist and nudging his lips against his ear.

In his state, it's the most encouragement he can really give.

[junkyarddog]

It doesn't take long; Ken gets worked up easily, especially when it comes to Chikusa and seeing him react to Ken's ministrations so much. He ruts himself against Chikusa's slick skin, panting, and after only a few rocks of his hips he's growling as an orgasm snaps through him, finally relieving the last of his tension. He promptly goes relaxed and warm and heavy against Chikusa, a tongue idly swiping against the curve of Chikusa's neck.

[kokuyoyo]

There. This feels good, Ken warm and comfortable as he rests against his body. Chikusa lets the wall hold up the majority of his weight as he stands there, arms still loose around Ken. After a moment, however, he sighs.

“You got me dirty again…”

[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.)

[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.