[Contest] The Dirndl's Ruffles
Title: The Dirndl's Ruffles
Author: Poppy
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Germany/Prussia
Word Count: 2521
Warning: Rough Sex (Dubcon?), Language
Summary: Prussia's posing in a mirror in a Dirndl. Germany can't help himself...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I wish to make money off of this! This is merely for fun! :)
Done for meinbruder's Porn Fest Contest!
Genre: Comedy
Kink: Cosplay
Pairing: Top!Germany with Bottom!Prussia
Orz. I really hate titles.
And... Y-YAY! My first semi-original fill! I was so excited to see a contest! I tried my best with this... It's... I dunno. If I win, I'll be surprised Orz. But it was fun to do anyways! Can never have enough Germancest! Or so I tell myself..
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“This’ll show that bitch!” Came the laughter and Ludwig paused in front of his brother’s door, sighing as he listened to a bird chirp and high-pitched laughter soon cackle throughout the room. It was another weekend of him having to clean up the house by himself as his brother was ‘much too important and awesome to help’; which really translated into him being too lazy. He listened to the cackle get louder and he set down the bag of laundry that was in his hand, walking into the room with exhaustion on his face.
It was bad enough he had to do all this work alone but listening to his brother irritating laughter was where he drew the line. As he rounded the small entry of the room he found himself frozen in spot, looking upon his brother who was posing for a mirror.
Wearing a provocative dirndl costume.
And no panties.
“GILBERT!” His voice hit a new octave and the man let out a high shriek, smashing into the mirror before he covered his chest and privates with his hand. As soon as he saw it was his brother he relaxed, standing up straight to compose himself.
“Jesus, West! Loud enough!?” He snapped, smoothing down the ruffles before he crossed his arms, glaring at him. “What do you want?!”
“GILBERT!” He almost couldn’t control the volume of his voice. “WHY are you dressed like THAT?”
His brother stared at him for a moment before he looked down at what he was wearing. He paused for a moment, almost contemplating a suitable answer when he gave a shrug.
“Prove I’m hotter than Elizaveta in a dress.”
Ludwig gaped at him and Gilbert grinned before he turned around on the spot, sticking his hands out to prove his point. It was only after he did a pose did the sigh finally escape his lips, his fingers moving up to rub at the bridge of his nose.
“Gilbert... Only you would say such a thing.” He opened one eye to peek at his brother, admiring how the tights fit around his thin legs for a moment before he closed it again. He heard him scoff from the corner.
“I AM hot! You’re telling me you wouldn’t want to fuck me senseless in this?!” Ludwig looked up to face his pouting brother who stamped a foot on the floor. “I’d fucking fuck me like I’ve never fucked anyone before in this!” He leaned back, his hands coming up to point at his ruffled chest. “I turn straight men gay and lesbians straight in this outfit!”
“Now you’re being offensive.” Ludwig sighed, turning to leave when he watched Gilbert whirl around, the edge of the dress lifting up to flash Ludwig a shot of his brother’s genitals and ass. He stopped, his eyes widening. It had been a while since he had the chance to molest his brother. The silver curls that framed his small cock and his bare white ass which practically begged to be slapped and bitten... Ludwig swallowed the lump in his throat and started to walk towards his brother, ignoring the angel shouting at him to leave him alone in his head.
Gilbert was adjusting the straps to the dress when let was slammed against the mirror and Ludwig’s tongue connected with his ass.
“H-HEY! HEY! WEST!” He shouted, struggling to push away from the mirror but the strong hand on his back kept him plastered against it. “West, don’t! T-This... This isn’t... AH!”
Ludwig’s tongue dragged up the seam that split his two cheeks, searching until it found his brother’s puckered hole, begging to be tormented. He chuckled and made sure his grip was firm before he forced his tongue inside, his nails digging into his brother’s leg when he tried clenching down, clawing down his back as well for good measure. Gilbert whimpered above.
“W-West, d-don’t...” He begged, his cheeks turning a crimson red as his knees bent towards each other, trying to prevent himself from getting an erection. “T-This outfit...”
“Makes you looks hot?” Ludwig pulled his tongue out and teased and Gilbert shook his head before he was pressed against the mirror again. “Don’t be so modest, brother!” He leaned up, grabbing the hem of the dress before he slapped his brother’s ass. Hard. “You probably do look hotter than Elizaveta in this...”
“...” Gilbert said nothing, his hands moving down to try and force his cock from rising but Ludwig lunged first. His hand clamped around the base of his cock and he used his body to pin Gilbert flat against the mirror. His free hand slapped his brother’s ass again and he grinned at how he twitched at the motion. “W-West! Stop!”
“Gilbert, I’m shocked at you...” He smirked, his fingers trailing down to rub at his brother’s entrance, threatening to slip in as he began to jerk him off. “Usually you’re bent over backwards when I pull my cock out.”
“I am not...” He growled struggling to turn and snap at him but the weight against him was too much. “A-And will you just listen to me?! This isn’t-“
“Right? I agree.” Ludwig leaned back and Gilbert blinked before the hands pulled away and he was tossed onto the floor, making a cry as he hit, his legs flying in the air. Before he could lean up, Ludwig was on top of him, his cock hitting the side of his face, rubbing against his cheek. “I’ve been cleaning all day and you’ve been standing in here posing in front of the mirror like high school whore! Well, I think you should do some work today...”
“West, I need to tell-” The cock went sliding in his mouth and he let out a cry as it did, nearly biting down. Ludwig grasped his nose, twisting it a bit as a threat on if he did follow up with that and his brother gave him a look before he rolled his eyes. He released his nose, letting his brother breathe again and he grinned as he felt the small tongue flicker against shaft, Gilbert glaring at him for a second before he closed his eyes.
He watched his elder brother struggle to pleasure him from the angle he was at but after an adjustment he easy swallowed him up, his head bobbing up and down his shaft, Ludwig watching him with fascination. He reached down and cupped his head, his thumb stroking his cheek before he moved his hips against him, making Gilbert’s eyes snap open in panic before he whimpered and closed them again. His throat relaxed and he let Ludwig thrust down into his mouth, his hands coming up to grip his sweats as he did.
Ludwig could only grin as he watched his brother, wishing he had a camera to take a snapshot of how lovely his cock looked lodged in his mouth. A few more thrusts and he gripped his head again, forcing his cock in as deep as it could go without making him gag and he released with a grunt. He grinned as he watched his brother struggle a bit, tears forming at the corners of his eyes before his Adam’s apple moved, indicating he was swallowing. He pulled his cock away, saliva and cum dripping from it and Gilbert gasped, covering his mouth. Ludwig pulled his hand away and forced a kiss upon his lips, smiling when Gilbert moaned when he drew back.
“There is a difference between you two...” Ludwig’s eyes flashed as he looked at his flushed and trembling brother. “I doubt Elizaveta acts like such a slut when she’s in a dress.”
Gilbert puffed his cheeks out but said nothing, making Ludwig grin.
“Have I rendered the great Prussia speechless for once?” He smirked and his brother crossed his arms, his ears burning a bright red but he still refused to talk. Ludwig gave a shrug, standing up above him before he crossed the room and ripped open one of his drawers. Gilbert turned onto his stomach, staring at him before he realized what he was doing.
“West...” He shook his head. “You’re going to regret this...”
“Regret what.” He rolled his eyes, coating his cock with a large dollop of lubricant. His brother let out an exasperated sigh behind him.
“Nevermind.” He huffed, falling onto his back again, his arms crossing before he whimpered as Ludwig came back, the bottle clasped in his hand tight and a feral grin on his face. “...W-West... N-No weird shit...”
“Oh please.” He rolled his eyes as he grasped his brother’s leg and flipped him onto his stomach, making him yelp. “I’m not the one wearing a dress.” He slapped two wet fingers against his entrance and Gilbert arched against him, mewling at the sensation. He added his tongue for good measure, stretching his brother’s hole before he pulled away. He spread his brother’s buttocks and admired his work, licking his lips.
“W-West...” Came the small whimper and he smiled before he hauled himself up and positioned the tip of his cock against him, one hand forcing Gilbert’s head to the ground. He smiled at the view.
“My, brother... I must say you should wear this more often.” He reached down and traced the small embroidered flowers on the straps, his hand moving over the dress before they slapped his pert ass and pulled at the tights. Gilbert’s eyes clenched shut. “You look like such a slut.”
“...” His cheeks turned red and he squirmed under him, trying to make him push his cock inside but Ludwig refused. He instead dig his fingers into the tight and pulled, ripping giant holes into them, making Gilbert cry out in shock.
“W-WEST!” He tried moving his head but it was pushed down. “...West, Jesus...” He bit his lip, trying to squirm before he had to give up again. “West, just fuck me!”
“I don’t know, brother.” He cocked his head. “I might just want to savour this view a bit longer of you presenting yourself to me.” He rubbed the tip of his cock against him and Gilbert let out a small whine. “It’s much better than cleaning...”
“West, just fuck me!” He barked, using all his strength to try and thrash away from him. Ludwig let out a laugh pinning him down with both hands before he complied with his request. In one short thrust he fully sheathed himself in his brother’s heat and Gilbert arched off the floor, letting out a cry as he did.
Ludwig grabbed his wrists, holding them back as he began to pound into his brother, watching the ruffles of the dress flutter and sweat trickle down his neck.
“W-West!” His mouth dropped open and he bucked his hips back. “W-West! AH! WEST!”
He merely grinned at his nickname being called, speeding up his thrusts before he gripped his brother’s hips and withdrew, tossing him onto his back. Gilbert wheezed as the breath was knocked out of him, clutching his chest before he was being filled again, his ankles finding their way to rest on either side of his ear. Ludwig licked his lips above him, gazing down at his flexible and shuddering brother before he continued his assault. Gilbert started crying his name again.
“W-WEST! WESSST! AHHHH! WEST!” He tried arching with no success, his hands only managing to grip his brother’s forearms. “WEST!”
“Scream my name louder, brother.” Ludwig purred, watching his brother’s body slid against the floor before he hit the dresser behind him. His ankles were raised and planted against it, Gilbert’s body forming a ‘C’ before Ludwig spread his ass wider and plunged down. His eyes were wild as he watched his brother from above, gazing at his open crying mouth as he chanted his name, the tights on his legs ripping more.
It didn’t take long before he felt the muscles around him spasm and Gilbert clenched down, his eyes squeezing shut as he came into the ruffles of the dress. Ludwig chuckled as he watched his brother gasp, his entire body shuddering before he started to go limp.
He pulled his own cock out of his ass, standing above him for a second to enjoy the view before he jerked himself off. He aimed for his brother’s face and grinned when droplets splashed against it, most falling to coat his chest and shoulders, and he withdrew, Gilbert’s body hit the floor with a painful thump. He didn’t move, his chest rising and falling before he groaned and leaned up, the back of his hand coming up to rub away some of the semen.
Ludwig smiled at his work before he reached down and poked his deflating cock against his brother’s forehead.
“Gilbert...” He grinned and his brother looked up, his body limp from exhaustion. “Suck.”
He was amazed when he complied, his small tongue darting from his mouth to lap at his dripping tip. When he was done Ludwig planted a hand on his head, ruffling his hair before he pulled his sweats up and started to leave. Gilbert let out a cough.
“West.” He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “This outfit...”
“Is outstanding.” Ludwig smiled from the doorway and Gilbert shook his head.
“It isn’t mine.” He flushed and his brother frowned before he shrugged, waving it off.
“I can go get it dry-cleaned, it’s not a big deal.”
“No, West...” Gilbert bit his lip. “It’s Lili’s.”
Ludwig stopped, his brows fixing. “What difference does that make?”
“She’s coming to get it in twenty minutes.” He pointed to the wet front before he lifted up the hem, exposing the cum that was splattered on it. “With Vash.”
Ludwig stared at him for a second before he grabbed Gilbert in his arms, running to the bathroom, skidding on the floor in the process.
“WEST!? What are you doing?!” Gilbert cried, clinging onto his neck before he was dumped onto the toilet seat, the dress forced off his body.
“Get this in some water! NOW!” He cried, tossing it at him as he slid on the floor to the closet, ripping it open to grab whatever cleaning supplies he could find. “You scrub that dress until every speck of seed is off it, Gilbert!” He grabbed the hair dryer for good measure before he froze at Gilbert’s laughter.
“I said you’d regret this, didn’t I? Maybe now you’ll listen to me!” He grinned before he flinched as Ludwig raised his fists.
“SCRUB! NOW!” Was all he could say before he flipped the faucet on and shoved the dress in it, spraying it with soap. Gilbert snorted before he sat on the toilet again, picking at his teeth before he began to laugh.
“Man, West... this could have been avoided if you only fucking listened to me!” He winked at him. “I may be sexy in a dress but that doesn’t mean you should ignore me!”
Ludwig splashed water at him, making him yell out before he pouted. The last thing that he needed was his brother taunting him... Or another hole in his head.
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Author: Poppy
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Germany/Prussia
Word Count: 2521
Warning: Rough Sex (Dubcon?), Language
Summary: Prussia's posing in a mirror in a Dirndl. Germany can't help himself...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I wish to make money off of this! This is merely for fun! :)
Done for meinbruder's Porn Fest Contest!
Genre: Comedy
Kink: Cosplay
Pairing: Top!Germany with Bottom!Prussia
Orz. I really hate titles.
And... Y-YAY! My first semi-original fill! I was so excited to see a contest! I tried my best with this... It's... I dunno. If I win, I'll be surprised Orz. But it was fun to do anyways! Can never have enough Germancest! Or so I tell myself..
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“This’ll show that bitch!” Came the laughter and Ludwig paused in front of his brother’s door, sighing as he listened to a bird chirp and high-pitched laughter soon cackle throughout the room. It was another weekend of him having to clean up the house by himself as his brother was ‘much too important and awesome to help’; which really translated into him being too lazy. He listened to the cackle get louder and he set down the bag of laundry that was in his hand, walking into the room with exhaustion on his face.
It was bad enough he had to do all this work alone but listening to his brother irritating laughter was where he drew the line. As he rounded the small entry of the room he found himself frozen in spot, looking upon his brother who was posing for a mirror.
Wearing a provocative dirndl costume.
And no panties.
“GILBERT!” His voice hit a new octave and the man let out a high shriek, smashing into the mirror before he covered his chest and privates with his hand. As soon as he saw it was his brother he relaxed, standing up straight to compose himself.
“Jesus, West! Loud enough!?” He snapped, smoothing down the ruffles before he crossed his arms, glaring at him. “What do you want?!”
“GILBERT!” He almost couldn’t control the volume of his voice. “WHY are you dressed like THAT?”
His brother stared at him for a moment before he looked down at what he was wearing. He paused for a moment, almost contemplating a suitable answer when he gave a shrug.
“Prove I’m hotter than Elizaveta in a dress.”
Ludwig gaped at him and Gilbert grinned before he turned around on the spot, sticking his hands out to prove his point. It was only after he did a pose did the sigh finally escape his lips, his fingers moving up to rub at the bridge of his nose.
“Gilbert... Only you would say such a thing.” He opened one eye to peek at his brother, admiring how the tights fit around his thin legs for a moment before he closed it again. He heard him scoff from the corner.
“I AM hot! You’re telling me you wouldn’t want to fuck me senseless in this?!” Ludwig looked up to face his pouting brother who stamped a foot on the floor. “I’d fucking fuck me like I’ve never fucked anyone before in this!” He leaned back, his hands coming up to point at his ruffled chest. “I turn straight men gay and lesbians straight in this outfit!”
“Now you’re being offensive.” Ludwig sighed, turning to leave when he watched Gilbert whirl around, the edge of the dress lifting up to flash Ludwig a shot of his brother’s genitals and ass. He stopped, his eyes widening. It had been a while since he had the chance to molest his brother. The silver curls that framed his small cock and his bare white ass which practically begged to be slapped and bitten... Ludwig swallowed the lump in his throat and started to walk towards his brother, ignoring the angel shouting at him to leave him alone in his head.
Gilbert was adjusting the straps to the dress when let was slammed against the mirror and Ludwig’s tongue connected with his ass.
“H-HEY! HEY! WEST!” He shouted, struggling to push away from the mirror but the strong hand on his back kept him plastered against it. “West, don’t! T-This... This isn’t... AH!”
Ludwig’s tongue dragged up the seam that split his two cheeks, searching until it found his brother’s puckered hole, begging to be tormented. He chuckled and made sure his grip was firm before he forced his tongue inside, his nails digging into his brother’s leg when he tried clenching down, clawing down his back as well for good measure. Gilbert whimpered above.
“W-West, d-don’t...” He begged, his cheeks turning a crimson red as his knees bent towards each other, trying to prevent himself from getting an erection. “T-This outfit...”
“Makes you looks hot?” Ludwig pulled his tongue out and teased and Gilbert shook his head before he was pressed against the mirror again. “Don’t be so modest, brother!” He leaned up, grabbing the hem of the dress before he slapped his brother’s ass. Hard. “You probably do look hotter than Elizaveta in this...”
“...” Gilbert said nothing, his hands moving down to try and force his cock from rising but Ludwig lunged first. His hand clamped around the base of his cock and he used his body to pin Gilbert flat against the mirror. His free hand slapped his brother’s ass again and he grinned at how he twitched at the motion. “W-West! Stop!”
“Gilbert, I’m shocked at you...” He smirked, his fingers trailing down to rub at his brother’s entrance, threatening to slip in as he began to jerk him off. “Usually you’re bent over backwards when I pull my cock out.”
“I am not...” He growled struggling to turn and snap at him but the weight against him was too much. “A-And will you just listen to me?! This isn’t-“
“Right? I agree.” Ludwig leaned back and Gilbert blinked before the hands pulled away and he was tossed onto the floor, making a cry as he hit, his legs flying in the air. Before he could lean up, Ludwig was on top of him, his cock hitting the side of his face, rubbing against his cheek. “I’ve been cleaning all day and you’ve been standing in here posing in front of the mirror like high school whore! Well, I think you should do some work today...”
“West, I need to tell-” The cock went sliding in his mouth and he let out a cry as it did, nearly biting down. Ludwig grasped his nose, twisting it a bit as a threat on if he did follow up with that and his brother gave him a look before he rolled his eyes. He released his nose, letting his brother breathe again and he grinned as he felt the small tongue flicker against shaft, Gilbert glaring at him for a second before he closed his eyes.
He watched his elder brother struggle to pleasure him from the angle he was at but after an adjustment he easy swallowed him up, his head bobbing up and down his shaft, Ludwig watching him with fascination. He reached down and cupped his head, his thumb stroking his cheek before he moved his hips against him, making Gilbert’s eyes snap open in panic before he whimpered and closed them again. His throat relaxed and he let Ludwig thrust down into his mouth, his hands coming up to grip his sweats as he did.
Ludwig could only grin as he watched his brother, wishing he had a camera to take a snapshot of how lovely his cock looked lodged in his mouth. A few more thrusts and he gripped his head again, forcing his cock in as deep as it could go without making him gag and he released with a grunt. He grinned as he watched his brother struggle a bit, tears forming at the corners of his eyes before his Adam’s apple moved, indicating he was swallowing. He pulled his cock away, saliva and cum dripping from it and Gilbert gasped, covering his mouth. Ludwig pulled his hand away and forced a kiss upon his lips, smiling when Gilbert moaned when he drew back.
“There is a difference between you two...” Ludwig’s eyes flashed as he looked at his flushed and trembling brother. “I doubt Elizaveta acts like such a slut when she’s in a dress.”
Gilbert puffed his cheeks out but said nothing, making Ludwig grin.
“Have I rendered the great Prussia speechless for once?” He smirked and his brother crossed his arms, his ears burning a bright red but he still refused to talk. Ludwig gave a shrug, standing up above him before he crossed the room and ripped open one of his drawers. Gilbert turned onto his stomach, staring at him before he realized what he was doing.
“West...” He shook his head. “You’re going to regret this...”
“Regret what.” He rolled his eyes, coating his cock with a large dollop of lubricant. His brother let out an exasperated sigh behind him.
“Nevermind.” He huffed, falling onto his back again, his arms crossing before he whimpered as Ludwig came back, the bottle clasped in his hand tight and a feral grin on his face. “...W-West... N-No weird shit...”
“Oh please.” He rolled his eyes as he grasped his brother’s leg and flipped him onto his stomach, making him yelp. “I’m not the one wearing a dress.” He slapped two wet fingers against his entrance and Gilbert arched against him, mewling at the sensation. He added his tongue for good measure, stretching his brother’s hole before he pulled away. He spread his brother’s buttocks and admired his work, licking his lips.
“W-West...” Came the small whimper and he smiled before he hauled himself up and positioned the tip of his cock against him, one hand forcing Gilbert’s head to the ground. He smiled at the view.
“My, brother... I must say you should wear this more often.” He reached down and traced the small embroidered flowers on the straps, his hand moving over the dress before they slapped his pert ass and pulled at the tights. Gilbert’s eyes clenched shut. “You look like such a slut.”
“...” His cheeks turned red and he squirmed under him, trying to make him push his cock inside but Ludwig refused. He instead dig his fingers into the tight and pulled, ripping giant holes into them, making Gilbert cry out in shock.
“W-WEST!” He tried moving his head but it was pushed down. “...West, Jesus...” He bit his lip, trying to squirm before he had to give up again. “West, just fuck me!”
“I don’t know, brother.” He cocked his head. “I might just want to savour this view a bit longer of you presenting yourself to me.” He rubbed the tip of his cock against him and Gilbert let out a small whine. “It’s much better than cleaning...”
“West, just fuck me!” He barked, using all his strength to try and thrash away from him. Ludwig let out a laugh pinning him down with both hands before he complied with his request. In one short thrust he fully sheathed himself in his brother’s heat and Gilbert arched off the floor, letting out a cry as he did.
Ludwig grabbed his wrists, holding them back as he began to pound into his brother, watching the ruffles of the dress flutter and sweat trickle down his neck.
“W-West!” His mouth dropped open and he bucked his hips back. “W-West! AH! WEST!”
He merely grinned at his nickname being called, speeding up his thrusts before he gripped his brother’s hips and withdrew, tossing him onto his back. Gilbert wheezed as the breath was knocked out of him, clutching his chest before he was being filled again, his ankles finding their way to rest on either side of his ear. Ludwig licked his lips above him, gazing down at his flexible and shuddering brother before he continued his assault. Gilbert started crying his name again.
“W-WEST! WESSST! AHHHH! WEST!” He tried arching with no success, his hands only managing to grip his brother’s forearms. “WEST!”
“Scream my name louder, brother.” Ludwig purred, watching his brother’s body slid against the floor before he hit the dresser behind him. His ankles were raised and planted against it, Gilbert’s body forming a ‘C’ before Ludwig spread his ass wider and plunged down. His eyes were wild as he watched his brother from above, gazing at his open crying mouth as he chanted his name, the tights on his legs ripping more.
It didn’t take long before he felt the muscles around him spasm and Gilbert clenched down, his eyes squeezing shut as he came into the ruffles of the dress. Ludwig chuckled as he watched his brother gasp, his entire body shuddering before he started to go limp.
He pulled his own cock out of his ass, standing above him for a second to enjoy the view before he jerked himself off. He aimed for his brother’s face and grinned when droplets splashed against it, most falling to coat his chest and shoulders, and he withdrew, Gilbert’s body hit the floor with a painful thump. He didn’t move, his chest rising and falling before he groaned and leaned up, the back of his hand coming up to rub away some of the semen.
Ludwig smiled at his work before he reached down and poked his deflating cock against his brother’s forehead.
“Gilbert...” He grinned and his brother looked up, his body limp from exhaustion. “Suck.”
He was amazed when he complied, his small tongue darting from his mouth to lap at his dripping tip. When he was done Ludwig planted a hand on his head, ruffling his hair before he pulled his sweats up and started to leave. Gilbert let out a cough.
“West.” He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “This outfit...”
“Is outstanding.” Ludwig smiled from the doorway and Gilbert shook his head.
“It isn’t mine.” He flushed and his brother frowned before he shrugged, waving it off.
“I can go get it dry-cleaned, it’s not a big deal.”
“No, West...” Gilbert bit his lip. “It’s Lili’s.”
Ludwig stopped, his brows fixing. “What difference does that make?”
“She’s coming to get it in twenty minutes.” He pointed to the wet front before he lifted up the hem, exposing the cum that was splattered on it. “With Vash.”
Ludwig stared at him for a second before he grabbed Gilbert in his arms, running to the bathroom, skidding on the floor in the process.
“WEST!? What are you doing?!” Gilbert cried, clinging onto his neck before he was dumped onto the toilet seat, the dress forced off his body.
“Get this in some water! NOW!” He cried, tossing it at him as he slid on the floor to the closet, ripping it open to grab whatever cleaning supplies he could find. “You scrub that dress until every speck of seed is off it, Gilbert!” He grabbed the hair dryer for good measure before he froze at Gilbert’s laughter.
“I said you’d regret this, didn’t I? Maybe now you’ll listen to me!” He grinned before he flinched as Ludwig raised his fists.
“SCRUB! NOW!” Was all he could say before he flipped the faucet on and shoved the dress in it, spraying it with soap. Gilbert snorted before he sat on the toilet again, picking at his teeth before he began to laugh.
“Man, West... this could have been avoided if you only fucking listened to me!” He winked at him. “I may be sexy in a dress but that doesn’t mean you should ignore me!”
Ludwig splashed water at him, making him yell out before he pouted. The last thing that he needed was his brother taunting him... Or another hole in his head.
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