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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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[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.]

[If anyone had a question as to why Mukuro's ego was in the state it was, one would have to look no further than how his subordinates reacted to him. He couldn't help but be wholly pleased with himself at that glazed look on Chikusa's face, to the small sound he made when they parted, and how quick Ken, who was normally so boisterous and proud, was to beg for his attention. It was a heady mix, and so long as they offered to him without thinking, Mukuro would keep taking.]

Can you blame him?

[He was well aware after all, the effect he had on the both of them. He would like to have said it was carefully cultivated, but as a child, he had never thought hormones would be this potent or powerful.

The suggestion was met with a small chuckle, as Mukuro settled back on his haunches.]

If it's not too troublesome, I would enjoy watching it.

[Mukuro a voyeur? No way never.

He turned his full attention back to Ken at the sound of his voice, gently leaning forward to press a kiss against the palm of the hand that was extended towards him.]

On your knees, Ken.

[Because while he would be fine with taking him as he was now, there was Chikusa to consider.]

Can I trust you to be good and take care of Chikusa too?

[He was sure a normal person would shy away from getting oral from someone with fangs, but well, was anyone among them normal?]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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I FINALLY REMEMBERED....

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is it okay to wrap this up?

yeah i'm good