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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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[Like the unrepentant shit he was, Mukuro kept popping decapitated heads in his mouth, smiling innocently as he chewed.]

You've had your fun. Everything comes with a price.

[Which you know, makes taking a bath a lot more ominous sounding than it should be, but this was Rokudo Mukuro we were talking about.]

[In contrast to their leader’s constant melodrama, Chikusa’s words are much more succinct as he finally starts to leave the kitchen area and drift towards the other two.]

You’re covered in frosting.

[And, frankly, it’s offending his delicate sensibilities over here.]

I don't have to take a bath to get it off, byon! [And Ken helpfully demonstrates this by...licking some frosting off his arm. Ken, really.] See?!

[It's honestly amazing that Chikusa and Mukuro have standards low enough for this. Or indicative of how they're both equally trashy in their own ways.]

[Now that was also another idea.

Mukuro's gaze sharpened in interest, and he pushed the parfait to the side, motioning for Ken to come to him.]

We'll lick off what we can, but then bath.

[Equally trashy in their own ways, clearly.]

[There’s a slight twitch of his mouth at Ken’s “solution”, but his nose outright wrinkles at Mukuro-sama’s agreement to it.]

….Do I have to…

[He’ll do it if Mukuro says so, but also, do you even know where Ken’s been? Chikusa sure does.]

[Ken perks up immediately at Mukuro's suggestion, grinning. He doesn't care so much about getting clean, but there's no way Mukuro can be suggesting licking him off and not implying something sexual. And there's pretty much never a time Ken will turn down sex from Mukuro. He doesn't get nearly as many opportunities as he does with Chikusa - Mukuro tends to be busier, gone enacting his various plans a lot of the time.

He makes a face at Chikusa.] Kakipi can go be boring while I get Mukuro-sama, byon. [It's half a smug dig at a rival for Mukuro's affections, and half a dare to get Chikusa to come join them.]

You don't have to.

[It was said absently, the picture of disinterest if it wasn't for the curve of his smirk. Mukuro already gesturing for Ken to come closer, leaning forward to lick some of the frosting off of Ken's wrist, slowly and thoroughly.]

How sweet.

[Mukuro turned his gaze up to Ken's face, amused.]

But I like what's underneath better.

[He nipped at the skin underneath teasingly, both to see Ken's reaction and to put on a show for Chikusa.]

[...He sees how it is.]

[Not that it's particularly hard, with Ken's blatant challenge combined alongside Mukuro-sama's much more subtle smirk. While some social intricacies escape him, there's no missing this. For a moment, Chikusa simply stares with the usual impassive wall of an expression in place.]

[After a moment, however, he shifts and starts to shuffle not back into the staff area but towards the table they've apparently claimed in this now messy little cafe. Instead of sitting near Ken, however, he makes a point to sit on the other side of Mukuro. There's no use on wasting his breath on words when there's better things to do.]

[For example: scratching his nails lightly up along the nape of Mukuro's neck and brushing through the hair there before he stretches his fingers deep through the dark strands. An attention demanding kiss is sucked into the side of his neck while his fingers are busy.]

[Ken certainly doesn't need to be called over by Mukuro twice. He moves to stand before him eagerly, eyes gleaming with anticipation. And when Mukuro's tongue rasps over his skin, he makes a sound that's practically a whine, shivering where he stands at the attention as it's followed by the scrape of teeth.

Ken's relationship with Mukuro isn't anything like his relationship with Chikusa. With Chikusa, Ken stands on equal footing, and would feel free to take his own initiative based on what he wants. But with Mukuro...Mukuro is his lord and master, and Ken's whole existence is bent towards doing what Mukuro wishes of him. That means that, as badly as he wants Mukuro, he simply gives himself up to his whims, wholly obedient, and waits to be told what to do - or lets Mukuro do things himself - rather than making any move of his own. Ken is never more compliant and almost worshipfully still as when Mukuro is favoring him with his attention.

And then Chikusa intrudes and ruins it. Ken watches Chikusa do what - in a reversal of their behavior everywhere else - Ken would never dare to, jealously, and scowls.] I thought the cold fish kappa was leaving, byon.

[Ironically, he'd wanted Chikusa to participate not thirty seconds ago, and his provoking remark had been made half with that in mind. But when it comes to fighting over Mukuro's all-too-rare open displays of affection, Ken's not going to take any prisoners. And neither, clearly, is Chikusa.]

[Though Mukuro might be many things, impatient wasn't one of them. He took his time to roll back the sleeve of Ken's uniform, taking great care in smoothing it down once he was finished. He let his lips trace lightly along the newly exposed skin, his eyes fixed on Ken's, alternating between kisses and small bites.

Part of the fun with playing with Ken was knowing he had complete control of the situation, that no matter how badly Ken wanted to reciprocate, he would behave until Mukuro told him otherwise. That power over a person was heady, a different rush from possessing someone.

Chikusa joining in wasn't an unexpected or unwelcome addition, and he let his lashes drop slightly as he felt Chikusa's hands through his hair and his lips against his neck. He couldn't resist chuckling softly, reaching to caress Chikusa's neck almost thoughtlessly.]

Are you sure?

[It was mostly a tease since Chikusa hadn't seemed so keen earlier. Because of that, he would keep his eyes on Ken for now, gently entangling his other hand in his tie to pull him down closer.]

Take off the vest and unbutton your shirt.

[Because there was something satisfying too, in giving orders and watching someone eagerly obey them.]

[Things Chikusa could do: give Ken an answer]

[Things he’s not going to do: that]

[Instead, his response is completely nonverbal. He tilts his head to the side, still softly working along Mukuro-sama’s throat but able to peer over the rim of his glasses to make direct eye contact with Ken. He keeps it, even as he quietly nips along Mukuro-sama’s jaw.]

[If it looks like a blatant challenge, that’s because it is.]

[After all- he’s the one who found this job in the first place with costumes Mukuro-sama clearly likes, the one who was forced into taking care of Ken and the others since no one else was viable, and the one who has to deal with all this mess. Doesn’t he deserve something for that?]

[...Also Ken started it.]

[Mukuro can likely feel the way his lips turn down as he burrows his face against his neck, even as he sighs against his skin at Mukuro’s touch.]

...Not to Ken when he's this kind of mess…

[Besides, you know, the usual kind of mess that is Ken’s very existence.]

But…. always for you, Mukuro-sama.

[His free hand slips over Mukuro’s chest, thin fingers spreading wide over his shirt. It’s as much a quiet plea for attention as the way his other hand moving in his hair is when he scrapes his nails against Mukuro’s scalp.]

[Chikusa is ignoring him! Ken might huffily yell at him about this at any other time, but Mukuro is way more interesting anyway - especially when his mouth and tongue are moving along Ken's arm. Ken whimpers, heated gaze locked on Mukuro, and the decision to ignore Chikusa in return is almost not a decision at all - or at least not one he's making. Mukuro's almost making it for him.

It's not that Chikusa is less important to him than Mukuro...not exactly, anyway. They're both very different to him, but if he had to pick between one or the other, he'd lock up. It'd be like asking him which he needed more to live, his lungs or his heart. But he gets to be with Chikusa all the time, while Mukuro is a rare treat he never gets enough of. So in the face of Mukuro, Chikusa is easily forgotten.

Mukuro doesn't precisely direct it, but when he pulls Ken close and down, Ken readily drops to his knees in front of him. He tears off his vest without a second thought, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt even as he watches Mukuro expectantly, breathless with anticipation for whatever he'll do next.]

[Ladies, ladies there was clearly enough of this shitty trashlord to go around. Not that Mukuro would want to change their dynamic in any way. Chikusa and Ken had been at odds but bound together long before Mukuro had entered their lives, and he had just become their focal point. A person to follow and also fight over. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if some of the others in their lab had survived and he had different subordinates, or if it was just the luck of the draw that he had gotten two wholly obedient and competitive followers.

He chuckled lightly at Chikusa's response, withdrawing from Ken slightly to reward Chikusa with a small nip against his neck, giving Ken time to strip.]

Kufufufu should I make you two kiss and make up?

[Never let it be said that Mukuro wasn't a bit of a voyeur after all.]

[A pleased sigh escapes him as he feels Mukuro move against him, sinking into even a little bit of attention. Just that much- well, and his own natural lack of effort- is enough to keep him from trying to challenge Ken much more. Besides, this should be enough to work him up. It doesn't take much, with Ken.]

[It's the suggestion for kiss and make up that drags him out of it, a slight frown crossing his face.]

Mukuro-sama...

[No doubt there's a complaint on the way. Ken, after all, is still covered in all manner of sweets and mess even with half his clothing off. Besides, this is a competition for Mukuro's attention. If there's one thing they can both agree on, it's how much that is a prized commodity.]

[Before the complaint can come, however, Chikusa's words trail off and something more akin to thoughtfulness flickers in his usual apathetic stare. After a moment of bandying the pros and cons in his head, he finally gets a voice to what's come to mind.]

The other day, we argued about being patient... [So, you know, just one of the many inane things they bicker about when left to their own devices.] Can I prove why it's good to him?

[Considering the situation, he's obviously not talking about just having Ken 'sit' and 'stay'.]

[Ken's fully finished unbuttoning his shirt by the time Mukuro's attention turns to Chikusa - and with no more directions beyond that, all he can do is sit and watch, all but whining in the back of his throat as he waits for Mukuro to turn back to him. He trusts that his half-stripping is going somewhere, which is the only reason he doesn't try to interrupt and demand attention for himself.

Chikusa's thoughtful attitude, however, abruptly draws his attention, with the unerring instinct of an animal who senses potential danger in something they don't necessarily understand. He watches Chikusa through narrowed eyes, and when Chikusa makes his remarks...well, Ken's even more suspicious.

He doesn't know what Chikusa's going on about, but he gets the distinct feeling it's going to be really annoying. And it sounds like it might not involve Mukuro, who's the one Ken wants right now.]

I've already been patient, byon. [Ken's voice is distinctly sulky.] And we got lots of money. Mukuro-sama was gonna reward me, right? [And he looks toward Mukuro, hopefully, for confirmation.]

[My, my, it wasn't often that Chikusa could be labeled as 'devious', and Mukuro did so enjoy it when he decided to be. He canted his head to the side slightly, an amused smirk gracing his features.]

What did you have in mind?

[He could make an educated guess, and the question was more for Ken's benefit than his own. Mukuro had no qualms about going along with Chikusa's idea, since there should be some balance after all. Ken had his fun, and there was something satisfying about seeing him whine and beg. It's a good thing that Mukuro had never believed himself to be a good person.

At Ken's question, he turned back to him, smirk sharpening. He leaned forward, swiping his tongue leisurely against Ken's neck, voice low and full of promise.]

Of course you'll be rewarded Ken. But sometimes waiting makes the reward all the more satisfying.

[Because they’re all adults here-]

I told you, Ken.

[It’s not even said with any particular smugness, just a bland statement of fact. See? Mukuro-sama is on his side in this area.]

[As Mukuro indulges Ken a little bit, Chikusa leans slightly against his back with his fingers still stroking along his spine as if that can earn him attention again. It doesn’t match at all the way his tone hasn’t shifted at all from his previous statement.]

Edging, Mukuro-sama.

[A slight pause. He’s not worried about Ken knowing what he’s talking about, because he doubts Ken investigates the proper names for kinks on the internet.]

...If you had him after he’s had to wait, there’d be good reactions…

[In all honesty, Chikusa would rather him be it, but he’s actually trying to employ a bit of skill into this. Hopefully with this kind of thing offered up on the table, it’ll get him a better reward from Mukuro-sama afterwards.]

[...And he won’t mind seeing Ken beg and squirm either.]

[Ken makes a soft noise of pure longing as Mukuro's tongue drags against his skin, the fists resting on his thighs twitching with his desire to reach out to him. His restraint is pure obedience, only something Mukuro could induce; he shows little enough of it anywhere else.

He trusts Mukuro when he promises reward, but he still gives Chikusa a somewhat suspicious look.] What's edging, byon?

[But when Chikusa mentions Mukuro having him, Ken almost stops caring. He sits up straighter with an eager look in his eyes; he knows exactly what that means. Whatever edging is, it's got to be worth sitting through if Mukuro will fuck him afterwards. Pretty much anything would be worth a reward like that.]

[Interesting. Where had Mukuro been when Chikusa had decided he wanted to look up kinks on the internet? Hopefully not just trolling him in threads, but actively peering over his shoulder.

Mukuro canted his gaze back to Chikusa, mouth curving up in a cruel smirk.]

Would you enjoy watching that much, Chikusa?

[Not that Mukuro could be the first person to judge or even the last. Amused, he reached out to slide a gloved hand underneath Chikusa's uniformed shirt to touch skin, gaze glittering.

Without sparing much of a glance to Ken ( anticipation was key after all ), answered:]

He wants me to fuck you and deny you release multiple times. It would be a good way to teach you patience, Ken.

Edging... referring to being at the edge of orgasm but not reaching it.

[Leaning into Mukuro's touch, even hidden by cool leather, Chikusa sighs. The follow up explanation comes out softly, distracted.]

It's supposed to be better...

[Not that he knows from experience. This is all purely... academic. Chikusa knows that a lot of things, in theory, are supposed to make sex better according to the wide world of the internet, but his sex life is usually simple. At least, mostly. When only Ken is involved.]

If you wished, Mukuro-sama, I could assist.

[Ken's mouth opens and closes soundlessly for a moment. He's never been so struck silent - or so conflicted - in his life.

On the one hand, Mukuro fucking him. On the other hand...not getting to come? And Chikusa potentially helping? ~~And how can it be better? Especially if he doesn't come? Nothing's better than sex with Chikusa or Mukuro as it is now.~~ Truth be told, Ken's not even sure how they could stop him from coming under those circumstances; just thinking about it, and the anticipation of Mukuro's teasing before he takes any kind of definitive action with either of them, has him hard to the point of discomfort. How is he not supposed to come? This is just proof that Ken's only ever experienced the kinks Chikusa and Mukuro have introduced him to, and can't imagine anything they've never introduced to him before. Ken is simple and straightforward, always.

He stares at Mukuro.] Mukuro-sama...? [He's not sure what's happening, or what it will be like when it does, or what part Chikusa will play in it, or even if he wants what they're suggesting. What he knows, however, is that it's not up to him to decide any of that anyway. It's up to Mukuro. So he waits breathlessly for the verdict.]

My, my Chikusa. It's rare for you to be so eager to expend energy.

[And it wasn't like Mukuro wasn't known for liking to watch.

He would take the victory for what it was, meaning he got the best of everything and had to do very little for it. He turned back to Ken, eyes glistening.]

Ken, Chikusa is going to instruct you in this. Though don't worry, I'll keep my promise to you.

[Namely he was going to sit back and popcorn the show and finally finish Ken off once Chikusa had tired of educating him properly.]

It won’t take much… Probably.

[If they managed to do this right, anyway, which isn’t a guarantee. Again- purely academic knowledge instead of any experience. Ken’s eagerness is undoubtedly going to be a double edged sword, Chikusa can tell already. It’ll be easy to get him worked up, because Ken gets worked up about so much. The problem is how he’s going to keep him from orgasm…]

[Oh well. Hopefully this will be worth the effort.]

[With no small amount of relutance that he doesn’t bother to hide, Chikusa pulls away from Mukuro’s body and gets up to his feet. Thank goodness that there’s not much of a distance for him to travel before he’s lowering himself down onto the ground right behind Ken. His lanky body isn’t particularly comfortable as he folds himself around his partner, chest pressing against his back. His face tucks into Ken’s neck.]

It’ll be fine…

[A barely discernible murmur, even with how close he is, before he tries to coax the other to sit back against him. One hand starts to rub right at the inside of Ken’s thigh. The other he uses to guide his face until he can bite and suck at his lip.]

[This is half a show for Mukuro too, after all. He needs something to watch.]

[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.]

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