Can You Do Sampo, Jing Yuan, Aventurine And Gepard React That Reader Has Been Secretly Working At A Maid

Can you do Sampo, Jing Yuan, Aventurine and Gepard react that reader has been secretly working at a maid cafe?

"𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇!"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Sampo, Jing Yuan, Aventurine & Gepard x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Seeing you work at maid cafe was not what he was expecting

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, Might seem like it's female reader, No pronouns though, Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝒯𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓃"

Bunny maid—A tight, short skirt paired with a top with a large gap showing your collar to your chest that shows more than it needs to, fishnet tights, black shoes, a little bow at your neck, and lace cuffs at each wrist; it tops off a frilly maid headband and pretty bunny ears—A subtle flirty aura to it.

It's like his personal show, watching the way your legs are wrapped in that fishnet fabric along with the tight skirt and he can’t forge the upper half of your body, with a top leaving not much to the imagination along with the droopy pair of fake bunny ears on the top of your head. 

The polite and kind tone in your voice that you use while talking to other customers yet when it comes to being dear ol’ Sampo’s cute host, he can hear the anger seeping through your words, which isn’t so intimidating when you're dressed like that—don’t mind him taking in your beauty—and calling him by that silly “master” nickname, he has to hold his laugh back.

“What can I do for you, master?” You smiled, yet the vein on your forehead looked like it was going to burst from your growing anger and embarrassment. He’ll never let you live down for the rest of your life! Yet he, on the other hand, loves it, a droopy grin on his lips while holding that colourful menu and pretending to order.

“Hmm, not sure how about you give me a recommendation? I'm not picky so everything’s fine.” 

You’re going to kill him.

“…Well master, that would be our new pretty maid parfait <3 You should definitely try it!” You embarrassed yourself more by forming a heart with your hands to emphasize that recommendation. “Where is that on the menu?”

“Right in the dessert section…I could just take your order in, if you want it…”

“Well I'd rather look at it in the menu, could you be dear and help me find it,”

 Now he’s pushing it, that vein on your forehead might have busted. Leaning down to see the menu to pick out where the dessert is. Yet his eyes seem to be all over you. “Impressive little maid you are,” 

Turning to the side to look him in the eyes before smiling at him “Wait until I’m clocked out, I’ll break your legs.” In a gentle voice that would leave him breathless if you weren’t threatening his poor legs. Maybe those blackmailing pictures of wearing that outfit will stop you. Along with a recording of you saying “master” Perhaps you’ll redirect your anger?

💫𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈"

Classical maid—A long-sleeved dress with a high neckline, long skirt and a white apron with bows tied around your waist, white thighs underneath, black shoes, and topped off with a frilly maid headband—A modest aura to it.

A pretty maid, long skirt, head frilly headpiece, and bows all over your pretty clothes, quite the old-fashioned you were made to wear yet it made you look adorable in his eyes. Even more so right now, though your eyes avoided his gaze as you poured him a cup of tea, with your shoulders slumped down in shame, and blush dusted over your cheeks.

“Is there anything else you want….master?” 

Your voice came out as a mumble, shyly looking at him while trying to save face for your job. You could feel your heart jump into your throat while thinking about how in the world did you even get here? How is one of your clients you were told to prioritize over any other patron, Jing Yuan of all people?...

Since when did he have a fascination with maid cafes, seems like he has no shame in going to maid cafes while being General, which just makes your stomach twist even more. The whole time these thoughts float through your brain he doesn’t even take the chance to look at the menu, only taking in the beauty in front of him.

“Is there something on my face, master?” you blushed, while your heart pounded at the realization of him staring at you, Jing yuan on the other hand, is calm, taking a sip from the tea, you so graciously poured him with your pretty hands.  His other hand goes to your hair slightly in your face—if he’s going to enjoy this, then at least let him get the picture of every part of your face in his mind.

“Let me see your face better, It’s no fun if I don’t get to see your face after finding your little secret,” he cooed, with a lot of fondness in his tone of voice, gently caresses your cheek with his thumb before stopping at the side of your lips.

“Shame others get see be all pretty like, so forgive me for enjoying this more than I should.” 

You feel shocked after hearing that, your mouth agape, and your face so red that anyone else might think you’ve gotten ill. Jing Yuan is truly shameless in private and in public!

💫𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒫𝒞 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

A short skirt accompanied by a short apron, a fitting bodice with frills, puffy short sleeves, bows all around, white tights underneath, paired with black shoes and topped with a frilly headpiece—a very cute aura to it.

You could feel the sweat drip from your forehead. Aventurine is something else…he cleaned out your entire section, all the tables of your section he’s booked on purpose, just to have his pretty host all to himself, like the greedy gamblier he is.  

Enjoying the show the second you greet him at the door with a cute title, watching your pretty self get flustered the second you see him again yet you have to save face for work. Seeing your short skirt jump around while you run around trying to prepare things.

He has to order everything on the menu, not like he’s going to eat any of it, only to hear you say cute pre-practice lines about how you adore him with a shaky voice and smile while your eyes dash to his face and everywhere else. He just grins proudly at you while you just give yourself a secondhand embarrassment.

“Thank you for your kindness, master!” You cheer, clasping your hands together with a forced sweet look plastered on your face. All the while he’s just grinning back at you with his black card in his hand, showing it off like it was a trophy.

“Aren’t you such a cutie for maid, (name)?” Just hearing him say your name made your body shiver. Yet the pain of having to save face for the madness is happening in his head right now. “Thank you for the compliment, master!” Hoping he’d just leave already, but he isn’t leaving without a quick souvenir to remember this.

“how about we take a picture together?”

No way. Nothing is worth your dignity! (As if you hadn’t lost it the second he entered the cafe). Just get out already! He won’t let you live this down until the day you get buried if you do take that cursed photo together.

 “I’m sorry to disappoint but pictures aren’t allowed—”

“How about 10 million credits?”

Upping the price every second, 10 to 15 to 20—making your jaw drop to the floor—It’s obvious that your boss won’t refuse his offer with how much money he’s about to waste on you for just for a picture, it’s like giving up free money. Now you feel a feeling of dread as one of your co-workers comes by to take said photo.

You feel your face get bright red, while he’s got an arm around your waist and brought the side of your body against his. “Give the camera a nice smile, I want this photo to be memorable.” He whispers into your ear, and seconds before the camera shutters, hitting you both with a bright white flash.

A pretty Polaroid picture with your pretty smile, while he had his arm around, in your pretty maid outfit, truly a blessed sight to be able to bear witness to his eyes too. Putting the picture in the inside pocket of his jacket, just to look whenever he needs to <3

💫𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊 "𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝒢𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈"

French maid—form-fitting black dress with white lacy pieces, a short frilly skirt, a short white apron tied around your waist, short puffy, frilly sleeves, fishnet tights, paired with heels, and topped with a frilly headpiece—A subtle flirty and teasing aura to it.

What was he thinking?! This isn’t a place he belongs, seeing every worker there dressed in different styles of maid outfits just makes him feel even more embarrassed and shamed about his thoughts, even more so when he sees you there—seeing you wear a short skirt, tightening fitting dress, along with fishnets on your legs, making him speechless while you both just silently stare each other before quickly snapping out of it.

He tries to not look anything else than your face, anytime his eyes drift off he feels like a creepy old man, how could he view you like that? It’s your job to be his host! He shoudln’t be ogling you! You deserve better than that behaviour. “...How can I serve you today master!” You uttered, now it’s just so awkward between you, especially with the maid dress you’re wearing.

He feels just as embarrassed as you are, scratching the back of his neck while looking down at the menu—He can’t leave…it would make things even more astray. Seeing you sit beside him, waiting to pick something, makes him feel like some stupid teenager who hasn’t seen a girl before, is how he feels when he sees you wearing fishnets—he can’t keep his eyes off them.

“Don’t be so nervous,” 

You felt bad, he seemed to be feeling more guilty than any criminal that has appeared in Belobog City, putting aside the awkwardness to make him feel better.

“Keep it this secret for me.”

He felt reassured when you put your hand on his shoulder and gently smiled at him…now he just feels worse! How could think that way about you?! He’s going to go jump into ice water when he gets back him. He smiles back at you with cherry-like cheeks.

“Of course!”

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𓆩♡𓆪 aventurine x gender-neutral!reader — domestic fluff, established relationship!au; 0.47k.

[7:02 AM] it’s seven in the morning, and aventurine looks like an angel.

he should not be looking like an angel.

he should be looking more like you: frumpy bedhead, wrinkled pyjamas, the imprint of the pillowcase on your left cheek, and a little bit of drool by the corner of your mouth that you wipe away hastily. instead, aventurine looks like he’s descended from the heavens and chosen to live in your humble abode—bathed in the early morning sun, hair spread around his head like a halo, hands clasped on his chest.

this is a problem, you decide. this is a very big, monumental problem, because right now, you want nothing more than to kiss aventurine.

how dare he look so ethereal, with his plush lips parted ever so slightly, quirked up the corners, like he’s smirking even in his sleep? how are you supposed to control yourself when he’s right next to you, looking like that? you shift closer to him, not taking your eyes off his face. he’s beautiful—he always is, but especially so like this. 

damn it. this train of thought only makes you want to kiss him even more.

it’s a bit unacceptable; you look like a raccoon who spent several hours scurrying around a dumpster. that’s not to mention your god-awful morning breath. heat creeps up your cheeks—how are you supposed to kiss him without brushing your teeth first? sure, aventurine might have slept over at your place a few times before, but your relationship is still only a couple months old. 

you’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t even notice the object of your affection blink his eyes open, watching you as you stare at your pillow, teeth worrying your bottom lip. 

“hi,” aventurine says. his voice is slurred with sleep, rough and hoarse—and god, that’s doing things to your brain you don’t want to comprehend. you jump.

“...oh,” you reply dumbly. “good morning.”

“good morning.” 

aventurine arches an eyebrow. you gulp. a moment passes like this—a brief eternity where you’re staring at him with surprise, and he’s staring at you with anticipation. 

finally, he sighs, breaking eye contact. “fine. if you won’t do it, i will.”

“wait, what—”

in one fluid motion, aventurine sits up straight and captures your lips with his. your eyes widen—what about your morning breath and the bird’s nest sitting on top of your head and the gunk in your eyes and—

aventurine gently cups the back of your head, and swallows all your indecision with his kiss. you melt, just slightly, leaning your body on him and crumpling the sheets under your hands.

he pulls back, eyes bright and grin infectious. your chest heaves, but you can’t help the giddy smile that overcomes your face.

“good morning, angel,” aventurine says again, softly. “you look beautiful, by the way.”