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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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[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.]

[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.]

[While Mukuro was tempted to murmur filthy things in Chikusa's ear, like how lube was unnecessary because he wanted to be able to feel Chikusa's cock long after it was gone, he could be generous with a select few. He took in that wide gaze, the blown pupils, the desire so naked on the other boy's face that he couldn't help but chuckle softly. As he leaned in to capture Chikusa's mouth in an open mouthed kiss, conjuring up lube in his subordinate's questing hand.

Helpfully, he pulled his pants down lower, impatient..]

[It’s exactly because Chikusa doesn’t want to hurt Mukuro, in fact, that has him ask for that lube in the first place. If he was ever pressed, well… For now, however, he’s trapped in the sensation of their kiss, eyes sliding shut as he does his best to kiss his master in all the ways he’s sure he likes best.]

[While his mouth is busy there, his hands are already at work. Lots of practice means he manages rather well lathering his fingers slickly before sliding them down to Mukuro’s hole and grinding them inside.]

[Chikusa really does spoil him.

Just with kissing alone, he already was half-hard, but with the addition of Chikusa's talented fingers, he couldn't help but moan softly against the other boy's mouth.]

Chikusa.

[It was half growl, half command as Mukuro ground down on his fingers, kissing him eagerly.]

[Hearing Mukuro’s voice shift like that has Chikusa groan. Impatient demands like this aren’t something he’s often given, not from their (usually) collected leader and not to him of all people, and something about it has his cock at its hardest.]

[Obediently and perhaps from a little of his own eagerness, Chikusa only teases Mukuro’s ass a bit before slips wet fingers out to press on his ass. Sucking at the other’s mouth, he rubs his cock up against his hole and tries to slide inside.]

[One day, he was sure that the trust that he put in his small little band of ragtag subordinates and warriors might be his downfall. While he might pretend to be anything but, he was well aware that his enemies knew enough about him to target those who were always around him to draw him out. It had already happened with Chrome, and he saw no reason why it wouldn't continue to happen. Bonds like this were a weakness.

And yet, they were one of the things that kept him sane and tethered to reality. He could afford a little indulge now and then.

Impatiently, he helped guide Chikusa's cock into him, breaking away from their kiss to moan as he ground down slowly, feeling himself stretch and be filled.]

[Being allowed to enter Mukuro-sama always feels like such a rare reward.]

[It’s not that uncommon, Chikusa knows. Certainly, Ken gets this particular treat the most, and Chikusa knows why. After all, he’s been fucked by that rough cock and Ken’s hot breath at his neck. The violence of it is arousing. When Mukuro takes him to bed- or the nearest flat surface- it’s often in different ways.]

[That doesn’t change the shock of sensation that rattles up Chikusa’s spine as Mukuro slides down onto him, and his head falls back with his groan. Even as obedient as he is, he still doesn’t merely sit there. Instead, contrary to Mukuro’s slow sink, he grinds his hips up into him, fingers digging into his waist.]

[Like with anything, Mukuro used his subordinates for different things. While he was just as likely to be taken by Ken as vice versa, there was something far more satisfying about taking Chikusa. He liked to watch how the normally stoic teen would moan and squirm beneath him, and it stroked his ego ( among other things ) to know that he alone was the cause of that pleasure.

However, there was a different satisfaction in watching Chikusa reach for him unabashedly, fucking into him almost desperately. Mukuro moved his hips to match Chikusa's movement, raking his teeth against the side of Chikusa's neck.]

Ah, Chikusa. More.

[“Chikusa Kakimoto” is, of course, not the name he was given by parents, or family, or whoever else usually bestowed a name upon a child. The only name any adult has ever given him has been “Number 49”.]

[“Chikusa Kakimoto” is the name Mukuro gave him, or at least one of many that they’ve used over the years. He’ll always cherish every single one… and he’ll always find particular pleasure whenever Mukuro-sama rasps it out in fits of pleasure, his name practically made a holy thing just by virtue of being on his master’s lips.]

[A moan leaves Chikusa’s own as Mukuro’s breath slides along his tender throat, and he obeys mindlessly. His fingers go white as bone from the pressure he exerts into soft flesh, holding Mukuro in place as he thrusts his hips up into him. Every movement is meant to find that on place inside of the other which makes him moan the best. Even now, after all, Chikusa longs to give him all he possibly can. After a moment, one hand slips away from Mukuro's hips and wraps around his cock to squeeze down on it with his thumb brushing over the tip.]

[Names for the most part are meaningless, to be discarded like a vessel that has no more use. But through some event or another, Mukuro found himself growing attached to the Japanese names he had picked on a lark. Perhaps it was better this way, he supposed, that even if the names were silly and juvenile, they were wholly of Mukuro's own choosing. He was learning that there were somethings that couldn't be discarded, that stuck with you no matter how much time had passed, no matter how much time you tried to forget about it.

Held in place as Chikusa mercilessly fucked into him, he couldn't help but let out a small whimper, a weak sound that he would allow around few others. It wasn't often that Mukuro felt his mind going blank solely with pleasure, but Chikusa knew how to work his body nearly as well as Mukuro knew how to, and when his hand went to his dick, Mukuro already knew he wasn't going to last for much longer.

It would be embarrassing with anyone else the short amount of time he lasted, but he would chalk it up to the clothes, Chikusa being forceful with him, and the fact that sometimes it was a release in and of itself not to have to think.

He came in harsh bursts, gasping and groaning as he ground down further onto Chikusa's cock, biting into the other boy's neck to help him find release.]

[It’s not the way Mukuro’s whole body squeezes and grinds down onto him, pleasurable as it might be.]

[It’s not the way he digs his teeth into the tender flesh of his neck. Chikusa can brush off bomb blasts, or at least the pain of them. A simple bite in of itself isn’t enough, although he more than once has found himself getting off to the meaning or intent behind one.]

[No, it’s none of those. It’s the whimper- a vulnerable sound that no one else would or will ever get to hear fall from Mukuro’s mouth save for him and Ken. This is theirs. This is his.]

[His.]

[The rare surge of possessiveness, the more common sensation of being valued and trusted, overwhelms him. Chikusa bucks up in time with the way Mukuro grinds down, not caring at all that he’s already coming. If it’s Mukuro, why should he care? Shuddering, full of tension, he stays arched up against him before all his strings are cut and he falls back into his seat with a ragged gasp.]

Mukuro-sama…

[Faintly, without thinking, he raises his cum splattered hand to his lips to clean it. Don't want this to go to waste and all.]

[It should be hilarious to Mukuro that any show of vulnerability or weakness would get such a reaction out of one of his subordinates, but mostly it just filled him with a small, fond warmth. For a few idle moments, he watched as Chikusa cleaned off his own hand, mesmerized by the sit, cock twitching even though he was spent. He pressed a small kiss to the side of Chikusa's throat, sighing softly in pleasure.]

I like it when you take charge.

[Look, maybe with enough positive reinforcement it might become a more commonplace occurrence. That and the uniform.]

[Mukuro-sama, please stop being a slut for cosplay.]

[...Well. Not that Chikusa will ever complain, not when it earns reactions like this and draws Mukuro’s attention. He sighs at the kiss pleasantly pressed into his skin, and nudges his lips against Mukuro’s ear to show he’s heard. Taking charge seems like it takes a lot of work…]

[But if Mukuro-sama acts like this all the time for it, then maybe it’s worth the effort.]

[While he’s working up the energy for that, however, he knows another way to get Mukuro-sama’s attention and keep it on him for a little longer. He murmurs into his ear, soft lips moving directly against skin and his voice carried straight through on hot breath.]

Thursday is when I switch outfits for a weekly crossdressing event, Mukuro-sama.

[That should do it.]

[insert an obvious boner and round two here just from the thought of that alone tbqh]

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is this one good to wrap up soon too? : O my inbox is so ridiculous

yes, and also I regret nothing

i wouldn't imagine you would you filthy sinner