big brothers secondo and primo who insist touching is normal between siblings, who condition their good little siblings into taking it.
terzo was the easiest of their younger siblings, practically gagging for it. she was just begging to be molested, body short and soft, hair long and gorgeous when she was younger. primo and secondo often took turns playing with her, she was so responsive, so ready to be used. terzo even managed to take both their cocks at the same time, sometimes even allowing secondo to work his fist into her ass. primo loved to have her in his lap, though, thick cock in her ass as she bounced gracefully onto him.
copia was a bit of a challenge. he was a crier, would wail at the slightest bit of pain. took so much coaxing to be penetrated, but he was so so good with his mouth. primo thought him to be most gorgeous with spit dribbling down his chin, rosy cheeks stained with tears. while secondo favored copia face down with his ass in the sky, plump little cock and balls dangling between his legs, spit and lube soaking his little hole. copia loved having his big brother’s mouths on his cock, or against his hole, would make the prettiest sounds rutting against them.
perpetua just wanted to be loved, so he accepted their perverted touches with innocent grace. he loved most to be hurt, ached between his thighs at the feeling of primo’s fingernails scraping along his pale skin, keening at the sensation of secondo’s teeth sinking into his thighs and throat. primo loved to play with his little tits, to tweak at his tiny, puffy nipples and squeeze his breasts. secondo preferred his ass, would spend as long as he could groping the warm flesh of his boy, rubbing his fingers over his two holes, smearing the slick of his cunt towards his asshole.
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random fluff thing between Terzo and Secondo ktjeuqjahrukwhduwja YAYAYAY!!!
My apologies for the wait❤️, here it is:
I think Terzo would really love cuddling, especially with big guys (live, laugh, love big bears🤤).
Of course, Secondo was his first "victim" from the very beginning.
When they were little, Secondo would often roll his eyes and shoo him away (unless it was something serious and Terzo really needed comfort). Rarely, he would let his guard down and allow Terzo to cuddle up to him.
As teenagers, Secondo would always say, "Go away," but he never actually pushed Terzo away. That was when they started developing feelings for each other.
As they grew older, it became second nature to Secondo. Terzo would drop onto the couch beside him, and before he even realized what he was doing, an arm would already be draped over his shoulders. Neither of them ever commented on it.
Of course, Secondo never admitted how much he liked it. It simply became part of their routine. So when, one day, Terzo became so busy with his duties that he didn't cuddle his older brother even once, Secondo started feeling strangely unsettled.
The day felt wrong. Every time he reached for his coffee or looked up from his paperwork, he found himself expecting a familiar weight against his side. The absence was irritatingly noticeable.
So when Terzo came to his office to deliver some paperwork, Secondo pulled him onto his lap. Terzo let out a surprised yelp, and Secondo immediately wrapped his arms around him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
Naturally, Terzo immediately melted into him, hiding his face in Secondo's neck.
"I thought you didn't like cuddling?" Terzo asked eventually.
"I don't."
Terzo huffed a laugh.
"Liar."
Secondo didn't bother arguing. Instead, he pressed another kiss to the top of Terzo's head and felt him smile against his neck.
For a while, neither of them spoke. There was paperwork waiting on the desk, duties that couldn't be ignored forever, and an entire world demanding their attention.
prompt: copvia/all the papas as brothers in the modern world au co-created with @infernalghouldrop (cannot think of a short way to describe it) as seen here; copvia and secondo comforting terzo after a breakup (set before terzo and secondo get together)
Secondo was doing his best to swallow his rage, since Terzo was upset in front of him and now the twins were in the room, too. He really wanted to find this bastard and kill him.
When Terzo had come home crying, Secondo, at first, went into fix-it mode immediately. He had tugged his younger brother into his arms and had held him, petting his head and rubbing his back until he had calmed enough to tell him what happened.
That bastard, Jake, had apparently broken up with his beautiful sweetheart of a brother and had insulted him in the process. Terzo was usually very confident in himself, especially since they graduated high school, but now he looked as if he believed everything that asshole said.
Secondo held back.
He held back from kissing Terzo's problems better, from kissing him until he forgot about that dickface, because he didn't know if Terzo wanted that.
He also held back from going out and finding that scum and slamming his head into the concrete until he couldn't move.
Now, Terzo had broken free from his hold, making Secondo feel cold, and he was sitting on his stool in his room in front of his vanity, with the twins next to him.
"What happened, Ter?" Copia asks, small voice still high.
Perpetua pats Terzo's hand, which makes Terzo give him a small smile. Even though Secondo is still pissed off, he's glad to see Terzo not sobbing anymore.
"My boyfriend broke up with me," Terzo says, sniffling.
"Are you sad?" Perpetua asks, holding Terzo's larger hand with both of his. Terzo nods.
"He was mean to me," Terzo says, voice wobbly.
"What?!" Copia shouts, tiny voice as enraged as he can be at 9 years old.
"He called me ugly," Terzo whispers.
"You're not ugly, Ter!" Copia yells, bouncing on his feet grabbing at Terzo's arm.
"Yeah!" Perpetua agrees, voice louder than before but not on Copia's level. "You're pretty and handsome!"
"You're the prettiest and handsomest!" Copia continues.
Terzo laughs a little, smile widening, and the pain in Secondo's chest unfurls a little. He still wants to kill that guy, though.
"Hey, boys," Terzo says, voice much louder than before. The twins nod at him. "Wanna go beat him up with me?"
The twins both cheer in the affirmative.
"We gonna go break his face?" Terzo asks, laughing again.
"Yeah!" Copia cheers. "We're gonna beat him up so good!"
"We're gonna protect you, Ter!" Copia assures, big smile on his face. "He's gonna regret being mean to our big brother."
"Can you help us, 'Do?" Perpetua asks, running over to Secondo and tugging his hand. "You're big and tough, too!"
Secondo feels himself smile despite his anger. "I can't let my little brothers take all the glory."
Copia and Perptua cheer loudly.
"What's going on in here, mi fratellini?" Primo asks, still in his work uniform. He must have just gotten home, eyes tired and shirt messy.
Secondo reminds himself to go and vent to him later.
"We're gonna go beat up Ter's mean boyfriend!" Copia yells, putting his fists up in the air. "He made him cry!"
Primo just huffs out a laugh as Perpetua and Copia start posing as if they're gonna throw punches. "Well, I hope he's not a boyfriend anymore."
"He isn't," Terzo says, sniffling, but his eyes are much clearer and face brighter. "And he's about to be six feet under with these guys protecting me."
Terzo tugs the twins into his arms and hugs them tight, making them laugh.
Spite. Crack. Incest. Marijuana. They all come together in...whatever the fuck this is. If you choose to read this, you have no one but yourself to blame.
(also readable on AO3)
Terzo awoke with a yawn, then stretched his sexy body, pushed away the covers, and hopped out of bed.
"Oh boy!" he said, in Italian because he is Italian, "I can't wait to engage in some incest!"
After a sexy shower, in which he scrubbed his entire sexy body, Terzo then dressed up in his sexy King Gustav 3 of Sweden suit—which was an odd choice, because Terzo is Italian, but making sense is for losers—and headed out the door.
As he did so, he ran into his brother, Secondo, who was bald but also very sexy, but in a bald kind of way.
"Hello, little brother," said Secondo, in Italian because he too is Italian, "How are you this morning?"
"I am great, big bro!" Terzo replied, in Italian, because as I mentioned previously, he is Italian. "I was thinking of engaging in some incest today!"
"What a coincidence! I was thinking of doing the same thing! We should find Primo and ask if he wants to join us!"
"Excellent!" Terzo clapped his little Italian hands together. "Let's go!"
So off the two Italian brothers went, in search of their older brother, who is also Italian.
They soon found him, in his room, where he was smoking the fattest blunt you've ever seen.
"Hello, my little brothers," he said, in Italian because he too is Italian. "What can I do for you?"
"Well," Terzo said, "For starters, you can rolls us some blunts."
"Consider it done," Primo replied.
"Next, you can engage in incest with us, if you want."
Primo nodded. "Wonderful idea. Let's do that."
Primo then proceeded to roll two blunts almost as fat as his own, then stopped for a moment, thought, and rolled another one.
"Who's that one for?" asked Secondo, in Italian, because he is Italian, like I said before.
"This one is for Copia," Primo replied. "If we're doing incest, we should invite him, too. And give him a blunt."
"Excellent idea!" Terzo cheered, Italianly. "Having our long-lost bastard half-brother joining us will add an extra spice and kick to the whole affair!"
"Exactly," Primo smiled.
The three Italian brothers took a few minutes to smoke their fat blunts, then they left Primo's room and went looking for Copia. They found him in his room, which is where he was.
"Hello, brothers!" he greeted them warmly, and in Italian, because he is Italian too. "What brings you here, to my room, which is where I am?"
Terzo strutted over to him, Italianly. "We were wondering if you might be up to engaging in some incest with us."
"I sure would be!" Copia jumped up and clapped his hands together, smiling broadly and Italianly.
"Good." Terzo grinned. "We have also brought you a fat blunt, rolled by Primo, the master of rolling fat blunts."
"Oh boy!" Copia took his specially rolled fat blunt, rolled by Primo the master of rolling fat blunts, and smoked it. He smoked it for a good few minutes, getting stoned as fuck. Italianly.
After Copia decided that he was high enough, he set the fat blunt aside, then clapped his hands together. "Okie dokie! Who wants to do some incest?"
"We do!" Primo, Secondo, and Terzo screamed in unison, and in Italian, because they are Italian.
"Yay!" Copia flung his hands up in the air like an excited man who was excited.
So, without further ado, all three of the Italian brothers, who are Italian, stripped their clothes off and started having sex with each other. Incestuous brother sex. While high. Which is fine, because they worship Satan who is evil and bad, and he approves of such things.
This only lasted for an hour, though, because they got hungry. So they called up a local pizza place and ordered some pizzas. In Italian, because they are Italian and thus speak that language.
the idea of tfem terzo conditioned into being secondo’s trophy wife…
cw for fetishized (minor) weight issues, misogyny, and transphobia below the cut! read at your own risk
terzo had always struggled with her femininity in a family full of strong willed, stubborn, opinionated men. she was the odd one out, the black sheep. terzo fought tooth and nail for her recognition as a woman, and when she got it, she was still patronized heavily.
it was as if they had just given in so she would stop whining. at times, terzo felt like a toddler throwing a tantrum, crying “look at me, look at me!” when nihil had finally relented, had called her his daughter, it felt like placation. she knew deep down no one really meant it.
terzo was still the third son, no matter what she did or said.
throughout all of her struggles with her family to be addressed properly, and treated accordingly, secondo gave her the most trouble.
primo had once mused to terzo, during one of her sobbing breakdowns, that secondo probably sees this as just another way to hurt her. the two were so close in age, after all. it took primo himself a while to adjust, his mind fogged from age and alcohol use, but terzo understood there was no ill will in his missteps, unlike secondo.
it started with little jabs, secondo would call terzo his little brother, correct himself with sickening condescension, or just flat our berate her.
things like “oh, im so sorry, sorella.”
or, “you know, terzo, you’re far too old to be playing dress up.”
and, the most cruel of his many jabs, “you are losing so much of your potential pretending to be something that you are not, no one will ever love you if you continue to lie about what you are, fratello.”
secondo had begun to make terzo’s blood boil. the two had always been close, but the rivalry their father instilled in them had made them viscous, and secondo never knew when to quit. despite their relationship sporting improper levels of romantic and sexual intimacy, secondo did not once avoid belittling her in his tirades.
terzo began to feel like nothing more than a joke to everyone around her, convincing herself that everyone must have been thinking the same things, secondo was just the only one brave enough to say it.
what confused had terzo most about her brother’s endless defamation, is that when the two fell into bed together, secondo would most often forget all about these little jibes. all of the sudden, with his big brother’s cock deep inside her, she was his pretty girl, his sister, his little princess.
terzo became entirely reliant on their sexual relationship for validation, handing her body over to secondo for the confirmation that she had a tight, pretty cunt, that she was his perfect little thing, that he thought her to be so beautiful with her lithe body. she lost all sense of self in search of secondo’s love.
to the detriment of her mental wellbeing, terzo surrendered herself completely to her brother, allowed him to dress her properly, to choose how she did her makeup, or what jewelry she dawned that day (most of which being gifts from secondo himself, trophies for improving physically).
secondo was her keeper, putting on the front of an ever doting, controlling husband.
secondo’s strong hand had come down on terzo more times than she could count. one of secondo’s most repetitive complaints being that terzo was being too provocative for a reputable young woman. if she were to continue to represent their blood, she was to dress appropriately. was she really too ugly to get by without flaunting her body to anyone who can see? surely she was not that daft.
most, if not all, of secondo’s critiques aim towards terzo’s body, how broad she was, how muscular her arms and shoulders looked, how flat her chest and backside looked compared to other women. to real women.
terzo had to work harder to be seen with him, to be recognized as a proper wife for her brother, to meet his impossible standards of beauty for a woman such as herself.
in public, secondo began to change his behaviors as well, toting his sister around on his arm, using her as arm candy as her look adapted to a feminine, more petite figure. terzo felt accomplished, felt loved, felt beautiful. secondo’s abuse had made her into a real woman. terzo was to be grateful for his ‘tough love’.
even with her renewed confidence, terzo was still completely reliant on her older brother for acceptance. each night, she would end up seated in his lap, naked and exposed, while his calloused hands groped and swept around her curves. he would hum approvingly at the swell of her developing breasts, and grind his hardening length against her ass.
secondo allotted her the most defiling act of appraisal, and terzo took it as if it were gospel.
“growing into such a fine young woman, sorella mio.” secondo would purr, his serpent tongue darting out towards her exposed throat.
terzo preens, arching into the touch of her lover, body alight with need, her cock weeping pathetically between them. for the most part, her cock would go entirely ignored, he would not even so much as glance at her dick. secondo conditioned her to cum only from penetrative stimulation, as if she had a nice little cunt, as if she were a real girl.
as she stay seated, rocking her thin hips onto her brother’s cock beneath her, terzo felt like she had finally won secondo’s love. all it took was months of conditioning and brutal mental abuse for terzo to finally be good enough.
terzo thought, perhaps if she had been stronger willed it would not have taken so long.
maybe if she were not so disgusting she would not have had to try as hard to win his adoration.
never mind that, terzo was loved, terzo was accepted for what she truly was. it didn’t matter how she got there.
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of you did transem Terzo that still has the male genitals, have you ever thought of transmasc Terzo with female genitals? Like a swapped version. Ohh and, between this two versions, who would Secondo prefer? Or maybe Copia or another Papa. Waiting for your answer, byeee
Hi! Thanks for reminding me about those question things on Tumblr, I totally forgot they existed 😭
But to answer: hell yeah, I actually wrote a fic where Terzo is FtM. Idk if that's exactly what you meant, though. In both of my trans Terzo versions (MtF and FtM), he/she already had top surgery, but is still pre-bottom surgery.
Also, when you mentioned a "swapped version," my brain immediately went to male Terzo waking up in a female body and female Terzo waking up in a male one or something like that 😭(Male Terzo waking up with boobs would definitely just stare at them for a solid minute like "...nice.")
And honestly, I don't think Secondo or any of the other Papas would have a "favorite" version of Terzo. To them, their sibling is perfect in every version.
But yeah, Secondo would absolutely love Terztitties (me too, Secondo, me too🙏).
Secondo and Terzo had been given very clear instructions by Primo on how to get the twins ready for Halloween, as if they couldn't be trusted to know how to put two kids in costumes.
Well, it may be more for Terzo than for Secondo.
Primo and Secondo had gone together to buy the costumes while Terzo had watched them at home, much to his dismay. They still texted him pictures of ideas so he could still have his input in the decision, but Secondo really had to make it up to him that day. He blamed Primo for the decision, mostly because he knows Terzo would have pouted and refused to give him kisses if he didn't blame him.
They had decided on the basics for Tom and Jerry costumes, staying within Primo's tight budget but still having enough to make the twins feel like it's a 'real' costume. Terzo had approved (by sending a button mash text and a bunch of crying emojis) and they brought the costumes home.
Primo's directions had Copia as Tom and Perpetua as Jerry, with specific directions on what parts of costumes go where, down to the shoes, and which pumpkin buckets they would use for candy (as if Secondo didn't remember which bucket they used every year and had picked out themselves), and what time they would leave.
Primo's shift ended about 30 minutes before they left, but he had worn his old vampire costume to work, ("It's my trusty costume! Why would I waste money on a new one for me when I'm too old for trick or treating?") so they would be ready to go once he got home.
Secondo had set out a bucket of candy on the front porch with a little note instructing kids to only take one piece, but he knows that the little bastards will ignore that note.
He and Terzo had, of course, chosen matching costumes as well, Terzo picking out Jason Voorhees for Secondo and a camp counselor for himself, picking the tiniest booty shorts available in red to drive Secondo insane. He would almost say it's inappropriate for them going out and being around kids, but Terzo pulls the shorts down a little when they are getting ready, smiling knowingly at Secondo, and he calms down.
Finally, they are all ready: Copia and Perpetua are running around the living room in their costumes, only missing their shoes, laughing and giggling; Terzo is looking over his makeup in the mirror in the hallway, puckering his lips and making sure his hair is styled the way he wants it; Secondo is leaning against the back of the couch, hockey mask resting on his head, waiting for his older brother to get home.
When Primo bursts into the house, looking rushed, everyone stops what they're doing to look at him.
"Thanks for waiting for me, fratellini," Primo says, putting his wallet down on the table and adjusting his hair. "Give me just a second and we can head out, okay?"
The twins cheer out in reply, and the brothers are gather by the door as they wait for Primo. Sometimes, Secondo feels amazed at how well Primo can wrangle them all together despite how chaotic they are, but then he remembers that Primo practically raised them all, so he would know them best. Wasn't like that bastard was gonna actually take care of them, so it was all left to Primo.
Secondo sighs, shaking off the thought and letting himself get in the mindset for Halloween fun with his boys.
"Everyone ready to go?" Primo asks when he returns, and Copia and Perpetua loudly respond in the affirmative, while Secondo nods and Terzo gives a thumbs up. "Let's go get some fuckin' candy, guys!"
The whole trip, Secondo and Primo are a few feet behind the twins, giving them room to walk together. They hold hands the entire time, even as they go up to houses, getting Terzo to get them candy when the houses didn't directly put them in their buckets.
Terzo is incredibly whipped for them, standing right behind them and chattering together with them the whole time.
"Hey, Primo?" Secondo says at one point, voice muffled from the mask. Primo just hums and looks at him, fake vampire teeth poking out from his mouth. "Thanks for always taking care of us."
Primo just looks at the three boys in front of them and smiles, the teeth obstructing his voice as he says, "Always, mi amore."
Once they got home, Copia and Perpetua pour all of their candy on the living room carpet and trade each other for what they like, making piles of candy. The older brothers take the candy they don't like because they are all weak to those big eyes and long lashes.
Copia and Perpetua fall asleep, still in costume, on the living room floor, hands together, surrounded by candy, empty wrappers, and their big brothers.
