I love the smell of incest 😍😍

A commission for mellybean on patreon! They wanted some sea grunks, and I was happy to provide >:)

And here are some warm up doodles of the bros, done before working on the above:

Stanford’s eyes roved over his brother as he approached the bed, crawling onto it at Stan’s feet. Stanley was on his back, his knees up to block Stanford from coming closer. He looked beautiful in the satin nightgown Stanford had dressed him in, despite the surly expression on his face. His wrists were secured by padded cuffs to the headboard of the bed, but Ford had made sure to prop pillows under Stanley’s shoulders in a way that made sure there wasn’t any strain on his back.

Stanford watched the way Stan’s whole body tensed up as he leaned forward against Stan’s shins. Ford laid his hands on Stan’s knees, rubbing them soothingly. “Open up for me, my love,” he coaxed softly, fingers skimming down Stan’s thighs and back up. “Let me in.”

Stanley’s legs were pressed firmly together, and Ford could feel the thick muscles underneath trembling with strain to stay closed as Ford slipped his fingers in between them and began to pry them open. He didn’t use much pressure, focusing more on encouraging Stan to give in rather than force the issue, whispering soothing words and endearments. And it worked. Stanford felt a spike of satisfaction the moment Stanley’s fight finally died, tired legs going limp and pliant under Ford’s hands.

Ford leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of each of Stanley’s knees before he hooked his hands under them and spread his brother’s legs open, shuffling forward into the space he’d created for himself.

“Good boy,” he cooed, wanting to soothe the flash of anxiety that crossed Stan’s face. “I’m not going to do anything.” He pet Stan’s legs again, being careful not to let his hands wander too high. “I won’t touch you yet, don’t worry. I promised I’d wait for our wedding night, didn’t I?”

He couldn’t wait. The date he had picked felt so far away, anticipation building up with each day that passed. But Stanford was determined to be patient. He’d had this planned out since childhood, and he was going to make sure it was perfect. Rings, vows, the ceremony. And then finally, finally he’d have his Stanley, his beautiful wife. But first he had to make sure the wedding dress would be perfect, and that was what he was here for now.

Stanford pulled a tailor’s measuring tape from his pocket, holding it up for Stanley to see. “I just need a measurement,” he explained. He unraveled the tape measure and lovingly wrapped it around Stanley’s left thigh. “For your wedding garter. I need to make sure it fits just right.”

He could already picture it. A beautiful little band of lace adorning Stan’s leg. Maybe white or baby blue, perhaps decorated with pearls. Either way, his lovely wife would look gorgeous in it, and Ford would make sure it stayed on when he finally got to consummate their marriage. His pants grew a bit tight at the thought, and Stanford shook his head, mentally jotting down the measurement before stuffing the tape back in his pocket.

He repositioned himself, laying down on top of Stanley, enjoying the sensation of his brother’s supple chest pressed against him, those thick thighs bracketing his hips.

Stan had tensed up again. “Hey-”

“Shhh,” Stanford shushed him softly. “I know, baby, I know. I just want to be close to you.” He slipped his arms under Stan, holding him. “Just relax and let me. Be a good wife for me, won’t you?”

“Not your wife,” Stanley grumbled.

Ford huffed a laugh, turning his head until his lips brushed against his brother’s. “I suppose not yet technically. But soon, I promise.”

AYO does anyone have a net to catch this anon??? They keep flying away before I can kiss them gently on the forehead for their beautiful writing 😭🩷

Fr tho I love this SO MUCH. Delusional Ford, my beloved 🥰 he's going to marry his sweet little brotherwife and everything will be perfect because he knows best

Stanford practically danced into the kitchen with excitement, a long bundle of fabric clutched to his chest. “I finally got it! The measurements should fit you perfectly.” He held out the item in his grip, displaying it proudly.

A dress.

“You’re going to look so beautiful in this Stanley. Don’t you think?” Stanford asked.

The man he had tied to a kitchen chair only glared at him, grumbling around the gag in his mouth.

Ford raised a brow. “If I take the gag out, will you have anything nice to say?”

All Stanley had done since he’d arrived at Ford’s house had been complain. Yes, Stanford understood that his brother was miffed about being tricked. Ford had been tricking him when he’d written that postcard, asking Stanley to please come as if he were in dire need of help. But he knew it had been the only way to get Stan to willingly come to him. After Stanley had spurned him and ran away from home back when they were teens, Ford had known getting his brother back would be difficult.

But he’d been patient, very patient, and now his efforts were finally paying off. He had the career he’d always desired, a house and stable income, and now finally his pretty Stanley.

He went up to Stan, petting his cheek over the gag. “I did promise you I would make you my wife, all those years ago. I’m sorry I left you to run around on your own for so long, but now we can move forward together. As a couple.”

Stanford laid the dress atop Stanley’s bound form, already imagining what it was going to look like once properly on him. He sighed dreamily, gazing at his soon to be lover with soft eyes.

“And you know what? I think deep down you were preparing for this too.” Ford reached out, shamelessly grabbing at Stanley’s chest, groaning at the heaviness of his pecs, full and soft with fat, filling Ford’s palm perfectly. “Look at you. All this weight you gained just for me. Just to give me something to grab onto, to hold. And look at how you grew your hair out. You knew I liked it long, didn’t you? Grew it just for me. So beautiful. A perfect length for me to-”

He fisted a hand in Stan’s brown locks, winding them around his fingers and yanking his brother’s head back. Stanley grunted into the gag as his throat was bared, and Ford’s eyes darkened with lust.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to put you in this dress,” he husked out. “Put a ring on your finger and my cock inside you. So perfect. So lovely. My pretty little wife.”

Stanley shuddered, twisting against the ropes tying him to the chair. His reluctance was the only hiccup in Stanford’s plans. Hell, the first time he’d ever admitted his secret plans to Stan back when they were teens, it had been enough to make Stan sabotage his machine and run away. Ford had been furious, both for the sabotage and for his future wife running from him, but he could forgive that now. Now he had Stanley, and he wasn’t going to let him run this time.

This time, he was going to have everything he wanted. He deserved it.

ANON GET BACK HERE I NEED TO KISS YOU FOR THIS

ahjgfds I love this so much. Dark, possessive Ford being insane about his brother wife?? 🥵🥵🥵 Ford saying that Stan was preparing himself for this by gaining weight (making his tits bigger) and growing out his hair? YOUR MIND IS HUGE

WHHOHOHHAAAA, your prompt made me get my ass up and finally open the animation software, eheheh <- (studying to be an animator, lol..) The sound is from TADC. I immediately thought of Jax and his fear of corn, heh

Constance Pines (who goes by Stan) considers herself a butch lesbian all the way up until the point when she's in town and gets mistaken for her twin brother who just went through a multi-dimensional portal and incredibly rapidly goes "wait im-huh. Huh."

Stan doesn't come up with a name for himself until Ford comes back

He goes by Stanford now. For convenience's sake, of course and not because that's a name that he's attached to

He doesn't think too hard about it at first. Her name is Constance and she's a woman, full stop. But people keep referring to her as a man and calling her Stanford and... she knows she has to keep up the lie, but the full name hits too close to home. So she tells everyone to simply call her Stan. Her twin always went by Ford anyways.

There, that should do it. The tight feeling in her chest should disappear now that she's not using Ford’s full name. But it doesn't. Something about the way people talk to her is... she likes it. She doesn't know why. And it isn't because people think she's Ford— she's worked hard enough in her persona, to the point that barely no one remembers him. They only know Mr Mystery.

Huh. Mr Mystery. Rolls off the tongue.

He figures it out over time, but he's got work to do so idc about that right now. It isn't like he needs to come out or anything anyways. He's Stan. He's been Stan for decades now.

And then Ford comes back. And he calls him Constance. After a brief explanation, Ford understands ("I have a brother now, cool, literally couldn't care less given the mess you've gotten us in"), but he's still pissed. He wants his name back. And since he doesn't go by Constance anymore, he might as well get rid of the nickname too.

"So what's your name now?"

"It's Stan."

"No, that is my name. Are you seriously going to— you know what? Fine. Keep it. Until the end of the summer, that is. Then this... ruse is done."

Ford exits the room after that. Stan doesn't argue any further because he's fucking tired of it all. And really... what is his name? He doesn't know. He's just Stan. Just another thing he had to go and steal from his brother. He really is nothing.

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"Sorry to ask again, but... what did you say my name was?"

"It's... Stan."

"Stan what?"

"Pardon?"

"Stan what else? I can't be just Stan. Your name is Stanford, right?"

"Correct."

"And we are twins, right?"

"Also correct."

"Then there's no way I'm just Stan! If you're Stanford, then I must be Stansomething! Come on, help me out here, I'm making progress! What's my full name?"

"I... I don't know. I'm sorry."