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[weirdoldstans]

(You know the drill, hope you like!)

Stan could feel his eye twitching and his hands itched to grab Ford by the scruff of his neck. His twin had been, quite frankly, a brat today. He fussed at getting up and dressed, fussed about what Stan made for breakfast, and then fussed at some shopkeepers when they wouldn't haggle with him.

Not that Ford knew how to haggle correctly. That was Stan's job. He just needed one excuse, and then he could take Ford in hand.

Unfortunately just being fussy and grumpy wasn't quite enough to warrant a trip over Stan's knee but knowing Ford, he'd push that last button and then all Stan had to do was find some dark alleyway or a family bathroom.

Luckily it came when they stopped at a local eatery for lunch, and Ford was almost to the point throwing himself to the ground, kicking his feet and pounding his fists into the ground when their server brought the wrong dish out.

Stan cut off any nasty words that might have spilled from the absolutely awful face his twin was making and told the server it was the wrong dish. She, of course, apologized and said she'd bring out the right one. 

“Take your time little lady,” Stan said, waving her off before his smile dropped and he regarded his temperamental twin. “You, up and into the bathroom. You better be in the corner with your pants pulled down to your knees by the time I get in there in three minutes.”

“But-” Stan snapped his fingers, giving his lover a glare that meant business. Ford stood wordlessly and headed off towards the family bathroom near the back. Stan looked at his watch and timed for exactly three minutes before heading off himself, assuring the waitress that returned with Ford's fixed dish that they'd be back in just a moment.

In the family restroom, Ford was in the corner, but his pants weren't pulled down. Stan cleared his throat, enjoying how red Ford's ears got.

“I thought I said.” Stan started as he locked the door and strode over. “To have your pants down.” He grabbed Ford's pants by the belt loops and yanked them down, exposing his teddy bear diapers.

“Daddy!” Ford whined, face red. “I didn't want anyone to walk in and see!” Stan shook his head, taking a seat on the toilet. 

“Yet you were willin’ to let everybody see your terrible behavior today.” He pat his knee. “Now come here and bend over.” 

Ford sniffled, teary-eyed already but obeyed. He lowered himself over Stan's thighs and settled in.

“Now, I would leave your diapers on, but since you didn't have your pants pulled down, I'm taking them down too.”

“Nooo!” 

“Sorry fussy butt, but you've earned this paddlin’.” Stan chided, pulling Ford's diaper down the next moment. “Just ‘cause you woke up on the wrong side of the bed gives you no right to be so atrociously naughty and cranky.”

He raised his palm and brought it down for several slaps to Ford's naked behind, the sound echoing in the empty bathroom. Ford was whimpering and whining softly, trying to keep quiet throughout his punishment. Usually, if they were in a hotel room or on the boat Ford was already kicking out and flailing his arms, trying to reach back and just generally like a naughty boy all while he cried like it was the end of the world. 

However, since they were in a very public place, Ford had to limit his overdramatic behavior. Which made it all the more fun for Stan.

As time went on, Ford’s peachy bottom turned pink to red, all while Stan peppered in a long lecture about holding his temper in check.

Ford started to wind down, meaning Stan could move on to his favorite part. Removing his hands from Ford's heated seat, he stuck two fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit, then gently wormed them into Ford's hole, pressing into his prostate.

“Ah, Daddy!” Ford whimpered, wiggling in place. 

“Hold still, little boy,” Stan said, enjoying the feeling of the tight heat around his fingers. “This is your treat for takin’ your spankin’ so well.” Ford was already worked up, his cock had gotten hard throughout the spanking, and Stan knew it wouldn't be much longer until he came undone and puffed up his diaper. “There we go, let it out.”

Ford moaned and writhed, pushing back into Stan’s fingers, fucking himself on his daddy’s hand. Stan brought his other hand to Ford’s mouth and covered it just as Ford shouted when he came, spilling his seed all over the bathroom floor before he sagged and lay limp over Stan’s thighs.

“Atta boy.” Stan chuckled, pulling his fingers free and helping his twin to stand. He fixed Ford’s diaper and pants, cooing at him the entire time. “There we go.” He kissed Ford’s cheek, loving how red-faced he was. “You know little boy, if all you needed was a good spanking and orgasm, all you had to do was ask.” 

Ford made a distressed noise and covered his face with his hands. Stan chuckled.

ANOTHER STORY I FORGOT TO POST, I'M SO SORRY (this one straight up hid on me somehow)

THANK YOU!! <3

[weirdoldstans]

An hour and a half. His Mommy had been gone for an hour and a half. He was in the kitchen chatting with Stanley's Daddy over coffee, and he'd left Ford in Stanley's big colourful nursery. Ford was excited at first - he didn't have space for a whole nursery on the Stan O' War, most of his toys were just in his pretty pink toy box in the corner of their quarters, and Ford didn't mind.

But Stanley's room, in the basement, with foam mats and stuffed animals and a big mirror with a giraffe of the frame right across from his bed covered in pillows, it was just something else. Ford had had so much fun exploring while Stanley showed off his favorite toys (he even picked a lock to show Ford his favorite big boy toys) but now he was staring at the cat keyboard he had picked out, sitting on his foot to dig his heel into his crotch, and wondering what was taking his Mommy so long.

He had to pee, but as much as the nursery was cool it was new and Ford usually had his Mommy help him when he was in new places. But he couldn't go, he just couldn't, he tried and he couldn't and he missed his Mommy and he wanted him to go back to the ship where he had all his attention and his tummy hurt from having to pee but he just couldn't. He tried grinding on his heel harder, vision blurring with tears.

Then Stanley was in front of him, on all fours and blocking the view of the wooden train tracks he was supposed to be playing with. Ford started curling away, when Stanley took his paci out of his mouth - a small string of saliva linked his tongue to the plastic for a second before breaking, and Ford didn't realize what was happening until there was wet rubber pushing into his lips. Ford ungrit his teeth, accepting the paci and suckling on it like second nature. Then his bladder contracted again and he whimpered, hands between his legs to ease the ache any.

Stanley started laughing. Laughing at him, for being bad at being a baby, for being a terrible, terrible little girl - but then Stanley took one of his hands. They were just like Mommy's, dry and hard and narrow. Ford clutched back into the hand and let himself be dragged to a huge stuffed bear in the corner in a turtleneck sweater.

Stanley hadn't mentioned the bear in his tour, and Ford was too nervous to ask. But then Stan let go of his hand to present the stuffed animal with a flare of his hands. "Ta-da! This is Humper, you can use him, Stanford, Daddy lets me all the time." He said, crossing his arms and raising his chin proudly.

Ford started grinding into his heel again, unsure of why Stanley needed to show him the bear now. It was an impressive bear, almost as big as Ford, and with shaggy fur that looked like it would be nice to run his hands through, and Ford was sure he had a skirt that would match that turtleneck, but he didn't know why Staey was looking at him like that.

He ground harder into his heel, hands tugging his skirt to make sure it covered him.

Then Stanley frowned, and grabbed his hand again, dragging him until he was sitting on top of one of the bear's thick, plush legs. Ford was immediately squirming in place, suckling away his distress through Stanley's paci but he still needed to go. Badly.

Stanley sat down next to him on the floor, and pushed one of his legs until he was straddling the bear's leg, accidentally rucking his up his skirt over his diaper which he quickly fixed. "See? You go like this, and Humper doesn't mind." Stanley said, pointing to one of Humper's eye beads for some reason.

Ford was confused, and his tummy hurt, and his Mommy wasn't back yet. He squirmed in place a little, trying to grind into his heel again around the thick stuffed appendage. Stanley sighed loudly, and Ford wilted, picking at his fingers and quickly going at his borrowed paci. Usually Mommy said what was happening, what he was going to do, what he wanted Ford to do, but Mommy was gone and Ford was awful and he missed him.

Then Mommy's hands were on his waist, just barely crinkling the diaper under his pinkies - but it wasn't Mommy, it was his new self-proclaimed big brother.

"What you gotta do is you gotta get closer." Stanley said, pushing Ford up Humper's leg, making his diaper crinkle loudly enough to make him avoid looking at Stanley directly. "Then you gotta put your hands up." Stanley explained, grabbing Ford's wrists and putting one of his hands into the cable-knit front of Humper's sweater and the other against the wall behind him. "And you gotta roll like this--" He grabbed Ford's hips, forcing him into a low, deep roll that had Ford squashing his face into Humper's sweater - it smelled kind of like Ford's own BO - Stanley rolled his hips again. "Like that! Now you try!"

Ford started humping frantically at the stuffed bear, he had to go, wanted to go, was trying to go so hard. But he couldn't.

Just as Ford was about to toddle upstairs in the diaper that didn't let him walk right on two feet, he wanted his Mommy.

But then Stanley was back and holding his hips still, resisting all the gyration Ford tried easily. Ford sobbed, nearly dropping his paci, when Stanley went back to rolling his hips for him. "Like that. Humper can't see if you go too fast.

Ford nodded, but Stanley didn't let go, showing him how he humps his bear when his Daddy lets him, going faster and faster until Ford finally felt the first bit of warmth touch his diaper. And Stanley, behind him, offered one, low 'Goog girl'

I REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THIS I'M SO SORRY

THANK YOU ANON!!

[weirdoldstans]

ahhhh I hope you’re doing fine!

AHHH i'm fine, don't worry!! sadly, other things have supplanted my interest in our dear boys for the time being...but have no fear, i'm still around and i'm positive they'll be occupying my thoughts again eventually!

lots of love to you all!! <3

[weirdoldstans]

Checking up on you again! Hope you’re okay!

thank youuu, i appreciate it <3 <3 <3

[weirdoldstans]

I miss youuuuu

wahhh i love you guys, i'm sorry i've been letting your check-in messages sit in my inbox for so long!

[weirdoldstans]

Hope you’re okay :(

ahhh, i'm all right! i'm sorry to have worried anybody!

tbh i have been stressing about turning 30 lmao, but now that it's over with i should be able to calm down. idk how long it will take me to reply to messages, but i am okay!

if you're ever really concerned, you can find me on main @sergeant-angua, where i'm never silent for more than a day or two lol

thank you for checking in on me! i really appreciate it!! <3

[weirdoldstans]

WIP

(based on the fic Ringing in the New Year by fractured_hourglass)

[weirdoldstans]

Hope you’re feeling better!

ahhh, thank you- i'm gonna be real, i came off a weeks' long malaise, went "okay i'm fine, i'm gonna post again", and immediately got hit by pms fdhfkfllkj; SO i may not feel great right now but it will pass! thanks again for checking in! <3

[weirdoldstans]

I’m sorry you’re not doing well, but hang in there! I’m rooting for you all the way from back here, my friend!

wahhh thank youuu <3

[weirdoldstans]

lmao. thank you tumblr for having issues inserting links when i have a new fic.

read it here!

[weirdoldstans]

btw tumblr seems to be giving me phantom notifications again so i will investigate when i get home!

[weirdoldstans]

also, ford is embarrassed about his diapers, so stan gets him plastic pants to cover them, but they’ve got an even MORE embarrassing babyish look than the diapers do

[weirdoldstans]

okay no ask responses tonight (i made myself sad)

BUT pls imagine stan cuddling a weepy baby ford and giving him lots of kisses okay

[weirdoldstans]

I still can't get the concept of "Ford who sees how much of a bear Stan turned out to be and is so horny about it that he's MAD that he's horny" out of my head. He's dreaming of sucking on those tits and giving kisses to that tummy and he just fucking snaps a pencil in half about it cuz he's so mad

[weirdoldstans]

no promises bc my brain is tumultuous but i think i'm gonna try and get to the asks that've been sitting in my inbox for a while tomorrow! tbh i'd do it tonight but Head Hurty

[weirdoldstans]

hi um. sorry if hard read bc i am baby rn but i went 2 check blog and i saw a buncha stuff bout needin time off and brain bein stinky n stuff an i just wanted 2 support!!

haii!!! i luv ur stuff. but also u r a Human an u have Needs n r not just a Stancest Cgl Generator . take az much time az u need !!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

ahhh, thank you, lovely! <3 <3 <3 i really appreciate you and all the other folks who've checked in on me and reassured me that i can take all the time i need, it's been very very nice <3

[weirdoldstans]

Don’t worry, things will get better soon!

hhhhh thank you <3 ngl i literally couldn't drag myself out of bed yesterday so this helps <3