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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]

“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.