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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]

[The question makes him pause, as hard as it may be to tell that from someone so taciturn as Chikusa is regularly. He flicks through his memories again, not taking too long before he remembers the primary question. Ah, right.]

I think… the taste was somewhat faded by the time you kissed me the second time.

[A slow and thoughtful tilt of his head.]

...But I appreciated the texture far more.

[And by ‘texture’ he means ‘kiss’.]

[possedere]

Hungry for something else? My, my how rare.

[Well, not necessarily considering how thirsty his followers' were for his affections, not that he was complaining.

His smirk widened, not unkindly, as he leaned back against his chair to pick up the fork again.]

It's better to finish dinner first. It would be a shame to let all your hard work go to waste.

[He cut off a section off the omurice, holding it out to Chikusa.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Like this is a surprise at all. Still, it’s not necessary for Chikusa to say it, or even raise an eyebrow. Instead, he considers the fork offered to him.]

Mukuro-sama…. I’m supposed to be the one feeding you.

[Not that he’s necessarily complaining about getting some free food himself…]

[possedere]

If you don't want it...

[He shrugged lightly at that as if he wasn't affronted. Mukuro was going to start edging the fork back towards his own mouth, eyes still focused on Chikusa's face.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Oh Mukuro-sama. Chikusa’s fingers reach over to lightly touch the back of his hand to get his attention.]

I didn’t say that, Mukuro-sama…

[He’s not pouting you’re pouting shut up]

[possedere]

[So cute, that Chikusa, when he wanted to be. Mukuro's smirk was entirely too smug and victorious. He canted his head to the side, one eyebrow raised facetiously.]

Then what are you saying, Chikusa?

[The fork was still slowing making its way back to Mukuro. Forgive him, he was clearly dense and Chikusa was going to have to spell it out.]

[kokuyoyo]

[If there’s one thing Mukuro-sama isn’t, it’s dense. Well most of the time. There’s the faintest touch of incredulity in the curve of Chikusa’s mouth as he stares over at him, amazed that they’re playing this kind of game.]

...I’d like some as well, Mukuro-sama.

[possedere]

[Wow rude Chikusa, rude. Everything was a power play for Mukuro, and one of the reasons he'd gotten so strong so quickly was because he was a sore loser. He smirked slightly triumphantly at how easily Chikusa had acquiesced, not that there had been any doubt, raising an eyebrow incredulously.]

I'm not very convinced.

[kokuyoyo]

[Mukuro, you know Chikusa doesn’t have the energy for this kind of nonsense... ]

What would convince you, Mukuro-sama?

[possedere]

[Wow what happened to Mukuro being one of the only things Chikusa lived for? Or has Mukuro missed the small window of Chikusa having enough energy?

He leaned forward, mouth curving upwards.]

Tell me your favorite part of your uniform.

[Mukuro wasn't that more of your kink...]

[kokuyoyo]

[Hey, he’s still going along with it instead of just laying on the cold hard ground, isn’t he? If he were the type to snort out a laugh, Mukuro’s question might make him do it. Instead, the answer is a simple and immediate-]

The hat, Mukuro-sama.

[It’s not that he has a hat thing or anything…]

[possedere]

[That quick answer would get a low chuckle out of Mukuro, who reached out to caress the hat fondly, before lowering a gloved hand to Chikusa's cheek. His reward for being so forthcoming would be another kiss, this one deeper than the others, Mukuro's hand coming to rest firmly on the back of Chikusa's neck to draw the other boy in closer.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Well, this wasn’t the meal he was trying to get, but Chikusa won’t ever complain about this one.]

[Surrendering himself like a puppet, only the slightest touch is needed to guide him forward as he gladly receives Mukuro’s lips on his. Careful to avoid the plate set between them, he reaches over again to spread his fingers along Mukuro’s chest and sighs contentedly into his mouth. Slow and tentative, requesting, he sucks on his lower lip.]

[possedere]

[Chikusa better not complain holy shit.

Mukuro let out a soft sigh at Chikusa's careful hand against his chest, and he leaned into it, letting out a light chuckle as his lower lip was sucked in. It was always a pleasing thought that he was one of the few people who Chikusa would put in effort for, and he wouldn't let that go unrewarded.

He broke the kiss to press a few kisses along Chikusa's jaw, stopping just short of his ear.]

Should we finish the dish you made so lovingly or would you like your payment now?

[Mukuro what a god damn trainwreck. No one else would find that remotely endearing or seductive.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Helpless against Mukuro’s breath and lips, Chikusa sinks closer against him even though that means the edge of the table digs into his ribs. It’s a minor discomfort that may as well not exist. Having him stop is a disapointment, frankly, and he digs his fingers in to silently show his neediness.]

...It’s best warm, Mukuro-sama…

[possedere]

Kufufu so you say, but that doesn't sound like what you want.

[Mukuro looked up at the youth from underneath his lashes, well aware of Chikusa's grip on him.

Almost abruptly, he stood, crossing the short distance between them to settle himself comfortably on Chikusa's lap, thighs on either side of him, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders.]

You should tell me honestly, Chikusa, or how will I know?

[Which was a bunch of horseshit and they both knew it, but Mukuro liked to hear it nonetheless.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Obediently, if reluctantly, Chikusa lets go of him as Mukuro abruptly stands up. It’s a good thing he did. Mukuro’s pressure on his lap ushers out a sigh, and he lets his hands settle on the other’s thighs.]

[More games. This one, however, he can play simply. His nose presses down against Mukuro’s shoulder.]

Mukuro-sama…. I want you. Always.

[possedere]

[So well-behaved, his Chikusa. Mukuro ran a gloved hand along his nape, eyes lowering as he felt Chikusa press against him. He tilted his head to the side to give Chikusa access to his neck if he so chose to, chuckling softly at Chikusa's easily given admission.]

Even now?

[Teasingly, Mukuro ground down into his lap.]

[kokuyoyo]

[In contrast to his cool demeanor, Chikusa’s breath is hot as he gasps from the way Mukuro grinds down on him. He wasn’t planning for this at all. Yet, can he really say he’s surprised? Not really. Swallowing again, he presses a reverent kiss along that exposed pulse point.]

Yes, Mukuro-sama.

[possedere]

[While it was true that Mukuro wasn't normally so forward, it didn't mean that he couldn't get in the mood. Especially when uniforms were involved, and Chikusa had been so well-behaved.]

Good.

[He arched lightly at that gentle kiss, turning his face so he could kiss Chikusa again, sweeping his ass shamelessly against Chikusa's lap.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Perhaps it’s been a slight problem for a while now, but the arousal he’s been feeling ever since Mukuro first kissed him reacts lightning fast as he grinds down on him. Chikusa gasps into his mouth as he feels the pressure, cock starting to press up through his pants more noticeably. All Mukuro needs to do is make any kind of order or desire known, and he’d fall over himself to accomplish it.]

[Soon, however, Chikusa realizes an issue.]

Mmm… Mukuro-sama… My uniform….

[Kissing and talking at the same time isn’t advisable. Still, it’s a worry he has to keep in mind and for more than just his usual fussiness over how clean he is.]

[possedere]

[Oh good. As soon as Mukuro felt Chikusa's erection, he eased up slightly, only so he could reach between them to undo Chikusa's pants. Listen, cosplay kink was a real thing and Mukuro was its chief sufferer.

The small protest only made Mukuro laugh, and he nipped at the side of Chikusa's neck, not in the mood to either stop or care about the consequences.]

You don't have a spare?

[And even if he didn't, well, illusions were useful. Mukuro could have an illusion work here the rest of the day or just have Chikusa's clothes look as if they'd never been soiled. Either didn't matter to him, and he wasn't going to wait for more protests.

A little roughly, he fisted a hand around Chikusa's cock, pumping it slowly as he leaned in for another kiss.]

[kokuyoyo]

Mukuro-sama-

[The answer is no, he absolutely doesn’t save for anything that might be found in Mukuro’s own ridiculous hoard of outfits. Which, don’t get him wrong, had been something he’d considered asking permission to look through if worst came to worst.]

[But the word doesn’t even have a chance to leave his mouth before Mukuro is making him moan and sink against his lips. His hips twitch up into his master’s touch as he’s stroked, eager for the contact. There’s no way Chikusa can deny him. He certainly doesn’t want to. It’s apparent in how his hand fists into Mukuro’s shirt, and he dips his other down around the curve of his ass.]

[possedere]

[So forward, that Chikusa. Unabashedly, Mukuro let out a small moan when he felt Chikusa's hand slide boldly along his ass. Helpfully, he undid his own pants to help try and drag them down, his intent clear.

He didn't pause in his attention to Chikusa's cock, murmuring against his lips.]

I want you to fuck me.

[Normally Mukuro wasn't so forward verbally, but it may be the costume and the omurice talking.]

[kokuyoyo]

[He takes (nearly) everything back about what he’s said about this job. It might actually have been more of a good choice besides the occasional free food and money for getting more supplies. Mukuro’s actions don’t pass his notice, and Chikusa’s eyes are actually wide instead of perpetualy drooping. Gratified desire has sparked something in his stare in time with the throbbing of his cock.]

Mukuro-sama…

[But what he wants, he’s always gotten, at least when he’s requested it from Chikusa and Ken. Chikusa’s fingers start to stroke against the skin that’s just been bared.]

Lube, Mukuro-sama-

[Which can be an easy enough thing with illusions, he knows, since Chikusa’s mouth is…. preoccupied.]