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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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[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.]

[Chikusa pauses when Mukuro speaks up, Ken's lip snapping back as he lets go of it. Ah. That puts a kink in the ideas he'd had, but he can be flexible. Well, that's half a lie- he can be flexible for Mukuro and no one else. Still true in this situation.]

Yes...

[Obedient and softly said while he undoes Ken's pants. Just like he figured, there's no need for him to waste much time coaxing his cock out. So erect and hot already, it springs out on its own the second there's enough room. In comparison to Ken and Mukuro's hands, Chikusa's own palms are much smoother because of his preferred weaponry. He uses this to his advantage, teasing the soft ridge at the head of Ken's dick with skilled fingers.]

[His other hands take over where his mouth has just left.]

Suck. [A simple command.] Mukuro-sama is watching...

[And that should be all the initiative that Ken needs. Even as he says that, however, Chikusa is glancing over at Mukuro to gauge his reactions. Is this good enough?]

[Ken hardly needs Chikusa's incentive any more than he needed his reassurance. Ken's delighted to show off for Mukuro, to try and entice him with his body, to (as most actions in Ken's life boil down to) attempt to win his approval - but Ken's almost as eager to entice Chikusa, to draw reactions and hunger and passion out of his cold fish partner, to work Chikusa up and know he matters enough to him to get under his skin. (Today, he has to share credit with Mukuro - Ken knows that Mukuro watching them will work Chikusa up, just like it's already working him up.)

That's why, instead of sucking Chikusa's fingers, he bites them. Not gently, but not nearly as hard as they all know Ken's capable of biting, even when he's not channeling. Hard enough to hurt, hard enough to leave teeth impressions, but not hard enough to break skin. And Ken holds the bite, keeping those fingers held between his teeth as his tongue begins sliding against them, as his lips close and he begins to suck hard while holding Chikusa's gaze.

Even as he's preoccupied with this, his hips are moving as Chikusa's hand moves over his cock, rocking shallowly into his hand. He's making low, hungry noises against Chikusa's fingers, muffled by the hand in his mouth and entirely without self-consciousness.]

[One of the most intriguing aspects of their relationship, perhaps only to Mukuro, was that he would never have believed he would be catered to so lovingly by these two. He could still recall the looks on their faces when he had first spoken to them, how they hadn't been sure whether he was a threat or if he was someone worth following. Yet in a few short years, they had become so loyal to him that they would do these sort of displays without question and wholly eagerly.

It was as much an ego boost as it was arousing.

Casually, he crossed his legs as he leaned back in his chair, watching with sharp interest as Chikusa pumped at Ken's cock, smile soft and almost fondly amused. It was a start, if nothing else.]

[While it was likely never the Estraneo’s intent, some days it’s very easy to wonder if Chikusa and Ken were very literally made for each other in more ways than one. Intelligence to bestial battle prowess, a cool personality forced into action by a much more energetic one…]

[And in this case, Ken’s tendency for violence even in matters of sex matched neatly by Chikusa’s deadened sense of pain.]

[He’s still glancing from the corner of his eyes to Mukuro, blatantly eager to please, when Ken bites down on his fingers. Instead of pain, it’s more the pressure that he feels, and a small noise of recognition leaves him as his gaze slides back to meet Ken’s. In obvious payback, he softly brushes his fingers up Ken’s cock… only to jerk them back down, fingers slick as he twists them sharply.]

Mukuro-sama…. Any other restrictions?

[Because it’s going to be enough of a pain keeping Ken’s clothing on.]

[Ken meets Chikusa's gaze when he looks at him, and there's a light in his eyes - excitement, arousal, triumph in getting Chikusa to focus on him - that's far too reminiscent of a dog eager to play. The impression isn't lessened any by the fact that Ken has something in his mouth while he looks at Chikusa like that.

His gaze flicks over to Mukuro, both for approval of his own actions and to see what his verdict is on where the proceedings will go from here.]

[It was sometimes easy for Mukuro to forget for all their loyalty and devotion to him, that Ken and Chikusa had built a world for themselves that was all their own. It was fine, of course, so long as Mukuro remained their leader, but that small glance between them said quite a bit.

Amused, he shook his head.]

Just don't forget what you're doing, Chikusa.

[He gave a small nod to Ken's unspoken need for approval, mouth curving up slightly.]

Yes, Mukuro-sama.

[Chikusa can stay focused, after all. Even in the face of everything Ken does to him.]

[He gives his fingers a light tug, the only warning sign Ken gets before Chikusa jerks them out completely from his teeth without any regard for injuries he might get. Once free, he spreads his fingers out as the saliva strings out between them- more for Mukuro’s benefit as the audience than anything else. It’s only for a second, since he can’t afford to let them dry much, before he’s shoving his hand down into Ken’s pants.]

[Really, it’s a good thing he’s as lanky and long limbed as he is. This would be a little hard for some other people.]

[While his fingers are probing along Ken’s ass, Chikusa adjust his position. His other hand leaves Ken’s cock, instead brushing along his hair. They actually had to give him a bath for this job, and that means his hair seems a little less dirty and a little more golden. It’s also a little more soft, and thus perfect for Chikusa to fist his fingers into it, jerking Ken’s head to the side at the same time he roughly shoves his fingers into his ass and bites down on the curve of his throat.]

[It's a sign of just how much Ken cares about Chikusa, that he only wants to injure Chikusa in ways that are explicitly and enjoyably sexual for the both of them, that his teeth immediately unfasten from Chikusa's fingers when Chikusa yanks them back. Not on the first tug, because that he recognizes as not being serious - but as soon as Chikusa exerts serious pressure, enough to hurt himself, Ken's teeth relax rather than strip the skin off those digits.

Saliva, even as much as Ken had licked onto Chikusa's fingers, isn't the best of lubricants, and it's just as well that Ken's accustomed to - and to some degree, when it comes to sex, even enjoys - some pain. He still whines when Chikusa's fingers press into him, but it's a breathless sound that's at least as much satisfaction as complaint. And the tug to his hair and, even more importantly, the bite at his throat has his hips bucking into empty air, his cock missing the fingers around it already.

His eyes unfocus for a few moments, as he loses himself in the sensations - and then he remembers Mukuro, and meets his gaze. Watching Mukuro watching Chikusa do this to him is a pleasure all its own.]

[It was difficult to say if Ken and Chikusa had been this way from the start, unselfconscious about performing lewd acts in front of others, or if it had been through Mukuro's own molding. The 'Mukuro-sama' he could at least attribute to himself, but the rest... Well, he supposed he couldn't ask for better subordinates.

Now that all the ground rules had been set, he was content to lean back in his seat and watch with an unwavering gaze as Chikusa took his slick fingers out of Ken's mouth, smirk curling up lazily. He had seen the damage Ken could do with a bite, and the gentleness he showed to the other boy was amusing and most likely, ultimately futile.

He let out a soft, approving noise as Chikusa held up his hand for him, and again when Ken's hips bucked upwards. For Chikusa, what he adored most was to get the normally quiet boy to be vocal despite his restraint, and for Ken, he enjoyed watching him be touched or fucked so thoroughly that he couldn't find speech.

That blissed out look on Ken's face was a nice one, and once he came back to his senses, Mukuro smirked at him.]

How is he doing, Ken?

[He knew Ken would like that. The other boy does it to him often enough, anyway, claws leaving long streaks of red along his spine or bite marks all along his throat that not even the tall collar of the Kokuyo uniform can hide completely. It’s something that goes completely the other way, too, although there’s no possible way Chikusa can leave the same kind of viciously territorial marks. Only Ken has that kind of jaw strength, or the variety of teeth.]

[Still, Chikusa does his best, sucking a mark along the arch of Ken’s throat as best he can in time with his fingers. He’s searching out the spot that will best make Ken buck, slow and probing, not in any rush at all.]

[It’ll drive him up the wall. Good.]

[His eyes flick up to Mukuro as his voice rolls out, and, purely to interrupt Ken, Chikusa gives a twist of his fingers inside of him.]

Mukuro-samahhh... [The name was already a moan leaving Ken's mouth, and Chikusa's tease with his fingers just makes it turn into a shuddering gasp. Instinct helps Ken direct Chikusa's fingers toward the spot they both want him to find, as Ken rocks back into those fingers and a breathless, snarling cry bursts from him as they press against his prostate.]

Fuck...fuck me, Kakipi... [Ken's not even sure if that's supposed to be included in this edging thing or whatever that they're doing. He knows the end goal is for Mukuro to fuck him, and he's not supposed to come before then...but he wants to get fucked. And maybe Mukuro fucking him is more rare and special and thus more desired than Chikusa, but Ken's got no interest in self-denial or having to choose. Why can't he have both? That's definitely what he wants...]

[How cunning and devious Chikusa could be, not that Mukuro would complain in the slightest. It didn't escape his owl-eyed observation at how the taller boy had timed the sharp movement of his fingers with Mukuro's own words, it difficult to tell what had made Ken moan so. Amused, Mukuro drank in Ken's expression, torn between blissful and feral. The way he said his name wasn't unpleasant either, and at his subordinate's pleas, Mukuro flicked his gaze up to Chikusa's face, raising an eyebrow.]

Not a bad idea. What do you think, Chikusa?

[With Ken, who was more instinctual and simple minded, he probably wouldn't have bothered to ask his opinion, but Chikusa was different.]

[A notable change washes over Chikusa at Ken’s moan, although minute in some ways. This had never been meant to affect him, not on this level; he had wanted to stir Ken and Mukuro up instead for his own ends. The minimal amount of work for a greater reward.]

[But… Maybe he should have foreseen that would be impossible. All it takes is a wanton cry of his name and a lustful plea, and his body responds without his permission. Ken will be able to feel it the best, of course, pressed up against Chikusa’s body as he is: the sharp inhale that sucks in air away from Ken’s skin, the undeniable bulge that brushes along his back, all while he’s still stroking his fingers inside of him now that he’s found that perfect spot.]

[On the other hand, Mukuro will get to see the change in his eyes as he looks up to meet his gaze, dark and half lidded.]

Would it be alright, Mukuro-sama?

[It’ll be even harder to control Ken and keep him from orgasm, but…. He wants to tend to himself too.]

Please, Mukuro-sama...? [Ken pants the words, voice wavering as Chikusa's fingers stroke inside him. It's hard to focus on words, but he knows Mukuro likes it when they get worked up - that's the whole point of this, after all - and, for all Ken's combativeness, he's pretty good at begging. And he wants this badly enough that it's well worth the effort.] Wanna be fucked by both of you, Mukuro-sama.

[From both ends, in succession, at the same time, Ken doesn't care. So long as he has Mukuro and Chikusa, he doesn't need anything else. And if he has Mukuro and Chikusa inside him, the rest of the world doesn't even have to exist.]

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