Male reader x Human Hersha and Welter

Deal

You awake to the sound of yelling, screaming almost. It practically made you jump out of the bed, heart racing for a second. In a hazy state, it didn't strike you that it was Hersha. A few moment later, you realized who it was and laid back down, grumbling quietly.

"Welter...please." His voice crack slightly; it was so obvious his voice was raw. Welter rolled around in the bed, facing towards you for a moment. He smiled softly, giving you a cute look before scoffing as Hersha let out another cry. "I have to use the bathroom...c'mon man!" He whined loudly, the man next to you sitting up. You followed his movements, peeking over the bed.

The sight was honestly a little surprising. You were taken aback. Hersha was laying on his back, tied hands pressed to his chest. His eyes had an apologetic look to them, as puffy and red they were, yet, they still managed to frighten you. And to top that all off, his legs were pressed together tightly, his toes slightly curled. Welter chuckled quietly, hopping off the bed. It seems like he enjoyed the sight, probably due to all the times Hersha had tormented the other. He crouched down to the squirming male, gazing at him with a slightly sadistic grin plastered on his face. He was glared at.

"You really have to use the bathroom, don't 'cha." He smirked slyly, staring at the other. Hersha grunted quietly, looking away for a moment. "Yes....I do. Let me go so I can use it, dammit....I'm gonna piss myself." He hissed loudly, looking back over to him. He man shook his head in reply. "That's not how you get someone to untie you, is it? I really don't care if you piss yourself or not; it's not my issue." He began to tease the other. "Welter, you asshole- argh!" A growl came from his throat, him looking away for a few seconds, clicking his tongue quietly. He turned back, staring up at him for a few seconds. A small rise of his chest as he took a breath; he was admitting defeat.

"Well?" Welter raised a brow, looking at the other with a small grin. "Welter," It was clear he was starting to struggle at this. Honestly, the look from him was slightly exciting to see. "Please, let me go to the bathroom. I don't- Please, I'll fucking...I dunno, shut up for a while, I swear. What do you want?" He whined with angst in his voice. Welter chuckled, placing a hand on the other's shoulder, patting it. "Alright then. I want you to be my little slave while Virus and Trip are gone. Work around the house and stuff." The man suggested, looking at him. Hersha hesitated before nodding. "Fine. Let's go now." He grumbled.

Welter picked the man up, teasingly wrapping an arm around his hips, hands resting on his lower belly. The man tightened the squeeze on his legs, growling. "Stop pushing, you fuckwad." You giggled quietly, him glaring back at you for a moment as they started to leave the room. It didn't cross your mind that you should follow. That would just be plain creepy at this point so, you waited. It didn't take long before the two were back, Hersha unbound, face completely pink. His wrists were rosy too, along with his ankles.

"Alright, Hersha, you should go...uh, do something. Make us food." He sat onto the bed, plopping back. Welter glanced to look at you, raising a brow. You stared back with a confused look in your eyes. "What do you think we should do? Make him wear a dress or something and braid his hair." He asked, Hersha shooting back a loud. "Do not!" A grin appeared into your face at the thought of that.

The other smirked, standing up, looking at him. "You agreed to do this. If you don't, next time, I'll let you piss yourself." Welter shrugged, the man letting out a small whine. He was walked back into the hallway and down the hall. You wondered where the hell Welter would find a dress.

Again, the two were back fairly quickly, the man in the whole getup. It was one of those French maid type dresses, stockings, cuffs, the headpiece. Everything. To add to it all, his sleek black hair was put into a thin braid that rested on his shoulder, neatly done. One of them knew how to tie a braid fairly well. Hersha had a glare to his eyes as the other chuckled. "The blue haired boy's little outfit fits you nice, doesn't it?" He asked, making his way back to the bed. You giggled again, covering your mouth for a moment. "You think so too?" Welter glanced up at you, a nod coming back in reply. The both of you laughed for a moment before you heard shoes tapping on the floor. You looked back.

"Let's hurry up and get me to do something. I cannot bear wearing this any longer." He grumbled, arms crossed. "Go make me some brownies. I'm craving." Welter said, looking at you for a moment. "Sound good?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow. You nodded quietly, crossing your legs. Hersha quickly left the room, his uncomfortable looking shoes clicking down the hall the whole way.

(You know me, I'm keeping things light-hearted now. Speaking of that, should they touchy touchy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Hersha in the next chapter or leave the flushed boy be?)