A massively mistaken and obedient reader x hsr guys
No not in a weird way, but in a way that their partner would say "then get on yours knees and beg for it" (for a cookie for example) and the reader ACTUALLY does it cause they think their partner meant for real.
Or another example: if their partner whines and jokingly half heartedly says stop during anything (make out, tickles, watching movies, cuddles etc) the reader WILL stop, not only cause they don't want to bend a boundary but also cause they were a slight push over and people pleaser in the past so they can't help it at times (also sometimes can't recognize between sarcasm and reality so the reader gets confused at times)
Pretty please!!
ʚɞ Don't go there, 'cause you'll never return ʚɞ
Pairings: Dr. Veritas Ratio x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Mydei x Reader, Anaxa x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Moze x Reader
Summary: Them with an obedient lover who's afraid of crossing boundaries.
Tags: Fluff, established relationship, Reader gets on their knees multiple times, they lovey dovey
A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQ! Omg nonnie i fear I relate to this, 😞 sghetjsjsjw felt the pain in my heart, anyways, hope you enjoy!
⚘ Dr. Veritas Ratio:
He had been teasing you for an entire evening while you two worked side by side. Ratio leaned back in his chair, stretching lazily as he eyed the half-empty cookie box near you.
“Then get on your knees and beg for it,” he said flatly, an absentminded quip as he scrawled in his notebook.
A pause. The sound of your chair scraping back. When Ratio glanced up, his pen stilled—there you were, kneeling on the floor, hands folded in front of you, cheeks flushed as you whispered:
“…Please? May I have a cookie?”
His brain short-circuited. Ratio just stared, ears burning, before running a hand over his face. “Good heavens—[Name], it was sarcasm. You don’t actually have to—”
“But you said…!” you blurted, mortified, rising to your feet too quickly. “I thought you were serious, I didn’t mean to—”
Ratio sighed, closing his book, tugging you down gently to sit beside him again. “You don’t need to bend over backwards to please me. I’d hand you all the cookies if you just asked. You’re far too earnest for your own good.”
Still flustered, you muttered, “But… what if I disappoint you?”
His hand brushed yours, firm but soft. “Impossible. I’d be more disappointed if you stopped being… you.”
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⚘ Aventurine:
Movie night was comfortable—blankets, snacks, your head against his shoulder. He was tickling you absentmindedly, enjoying how you squirmed and giggled.
“Stoooop,” he drawled half-heartedly, not even meaning it.
You froze instantly, pulling away like you’d been scolded. “Sorry! Did I—was I too much? I didn’t mean—”
Aventurine blinked, confused, then horrified. “No, no, no, sweetheart. Hey, look at me.” He caught your chin gently, smiling at your wide-eyed worry. “I was teasing. If I really wanted you to stop, you’d know it. Don’t think you’re doing anything wrong.”
“But I don’t want to cross a line,” you mumbled, hugging your knees.
His grin softened into something warmer. “If you ever cross a line, I’ll tell you. But between you and me—” he leaned close, lips brushing your ear, “—you’re nowhere near crossing mine. In fact, I like that you care so much. Makes me want to hold onto you tighter.”
Your heart stuttered. He smirked when you buried your face in his chest to hide your blush.
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⚘ Sampo:
He was always dramatic, always teasing. When you brought him tea after a long day, he smirked mischievously.
“Well, well, my darling’s spoiling me again. If you want me to drink this, you’d better grovel a little. On your knees, hmm?”
You blinked, hesitated—then actually knelt down, holding the cup out like an offering. “Here, please drink it. I worked hard to make it right.”
Sampo choked on air. “W-wait, hold up! I was joking! Sweetheart, get up before my heart explodes.”
You fumbled to stand, flustered. “I—I thought you wanted me to! I didn’t mean to—”
He pulled you into his arms immediately, laughing against your shoulder. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that? Too literal, too sweet, and too perfect. Next time I joke, just roll your eyes at me, yeah?”
“…But what if you mean it?”
His laughter melted into a softer smile. “Then I’ll tell you twice. You’ll never be a burden, dove.”
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⚘ Jing Yuan:
Afternoons with him were peaceful. He lay stretched across the couch, half-asleep, while you sat near his legs with a book. Absentmindedly, he muttered, “Mn… too warm. Stop leaning so close…”
You jerked back instantly, guilt welling. “S-sorry! I didn’t mean to bother you, I’ll move—”
One golden eye cracked open. “Wait. Where are you going?”
“You said stop leaning so close, so—”
He chuckled low, pulling you back into his chest with one arm. “Little one, that was just me mumbling. I didn’t mean for you to take it seriously.” His chin rested atop your head, his tone fond. “You don’t need to overthink every word. If something’s wrong, I’ll tell you properly. But for now… stay.”
“…Really?”
"Really." Jing Yuan reassured. Even though he said he wanted you to stay for now, you knew it'd last forever.
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⚘ Phainon:
Training had gone longer than expected, and you were fussing over him—offering water, wiping sweat from his brow. When he teased, “If you really want me to rest, then beg me for it,” he expected you to laugh or roll your eyes.
Instead, you dropped down onto your knees on the training floor, clasping your hands. “Please, Phainon… rest? For me?”
His sword clattered to the ground. “Wait—what? You—what are you doing?”
“You said I should beg…” you mumbled, cheeks burning. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Phainon’s ears went red all the way up to the tips. He hauled you up in one swoop, flustered but smiling wide. “Stars, you’re too much. I was joking, sunshine, but you really meant it…? You’re seriously dangerous to my heart.” He tucked you under his chin, muttering, “Fine, fine, I’ll rest. Anything to stop you from looking at me like that again—my chest can’t handle it.”
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⚘ Mydei:
Dinner prep was messy—you were cutting vegetables while he manned the fire. He burned his hand slightly and groaned, “Ugh, just stop cooking for me already…”
You immediately set the knife down and backed away. “O-okay. Sorry. I’ll stop, I didn’t mean to annoy you—”
Mydei turned fast, eyes widening. “Wait. That wasn’t—” He sighed, rubbing his temple. “I didn’t mean it like that. I was just grumbling.”
You twisted your fingers together nervously. “But what if you really don’t want me helping? I don’t want to be in the way.”
He softened instantly, tugging you back by the wrist into the circle of his arm. “Listen. If you were ever in my way, I’d say so clearly. But you? You’re the one person I actually want beside me when I’m fumbling. Don’t take my complaints at face value, alright?”
Your face buried into his chest. “…So I can keep cooking?”
He chuckled. “Yes. Just… maybe don’t let me near the pan again.”
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⚘ Anaxa:
You had been patching up his bandages after a dangerous experiment, too concentrated and worried. He tried to lighten the mood with a dry, “If you’re that worried, maybe you should just kneel and swear your eternal devotion.”
You blinked at him. Then, dead serious, you dropped down on one knee, voice trembling. “I-I swear I’ll always take care of you, Anaxa. Please don’t scare me like this again.”
His breath hitched. “What in the—[Name]!” He reached down immediately, hauling you up by the shoulders, his usual composure cracking. “You can’t—don’t take me literally like that. I didn’t mean for you to…”
“But… I do mean it,” you whispered. “I’d do anything to keep you safe.”
His hand lingered at the back of your neck, his expression complicated but undeniably tender. “…You’re far too good to me. Don’t waste vows on someone who doesn’t deserve them.”
“You do,” you said without hesitation.
And for the first time in a while, Anaxa didn’t argue.
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⚘ Boothill:
You brought him a fresh loaf from your kitchen, proud of how golden the crust had turned out. He smirked, leaning on the counter. “If you want me to eat this, sugar, you better get on your knees and beg real nice.”
Your face went pink, but you slid the bread onto the counter, clasped your hands, and whispered earnestly, “Please try it. I baked it for you.”
Boothill’s jaw actually dropped. “Darlin’—I was kiddin’! You don’t gotta beg me for nothin’, least of all your damn bread.” He swept you up against him before you could stand again, laughing in disbelief. “Hell, you’re really somethin’. I was tryin’ to be a smartass, and here you are takin’ me serious.”
You peeked up nervously. “You’re not mad?”
He shook his head, grin softening into something warmer. “Mad? Nah. Just floored. You love me that much, huh? Guess I better eat the whole loaf to prove I love you back.”
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⚘ Dan Heng:
The library was quiet, your hand brushing his as you passed him scrolls. When you tripped slightly and he steadied you, he muttered with dry humor, “Careful. If you keep this up, I’ll tell you to stop coming here.”
You froze, pulling your hands back. “Oh—if I’m distracting you, I can go—”
His eyes widened, uncharacteristically startled. “That… wasn’t serious.” He set the scroll down and turned fully toward you, voice gentler. “I didn’t mean it.”
You bit your lip. “I just… I don’t want to be a burden. If you want space, I’ll give it.”
Dan Heng’s gaze softened. He stepped closer, brushing your hand with his fingertips. “If I wanted space, I’d ask for it directly. But you? You’re not a burden. You’re… grounding.”
You blinked, heat creeping into your face. “…So I can stay?”
“Always.” His lips curved ever so slightly. “In fact, I’d prefer it.”
“Really. In fact—” he smiled, closing his eyes again, “—if you leave, I’ll be the one who can’t sleep.”
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⚘ Moze:
You had a habit of asking too many questions, always afraid you’d mess something up. That day, you were helping him organize his tools.
“Do you want me to hand you the wrench now? Or maybe later? Or—uh, should I just put it down? What if I pick the wrong one—”
Moze finally looked up, raising a brow. “Relax. Just hand me the wrench. Doesn’t matter which one.”
You froze, wide-eyed. “But… what if it’s wrong?”
He sighed softly, setting his tools down, and took your hands in his. His voice was steady, grounding. “Then I’ll tell you. I’m not gonna bite your head off if you make a mistake.”
You swallowed. “…Sorry. I just don’t wanna be a burden.”
For a moment, his stoic mask softened. “…You’re not. If anything, you’re the only one I trust to mess up around me and still make it better.”
You blinked. “…Is that supposed to be comforting?”
His lips twitched into the barest smile. “From me? That’s as comforting as it gets.”
