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It was around the third arm jostle that Terzo's eyes peeled themselves open. Each blink felt labored, his top eyelids not cooperating in the slightest.

"Terzo?"

He could recognize that tone. Even through his waking-up haze he knew that you needed him. Immediately he's sitting up, palms coming up to rub the sleep out of his eyes once and for all.

"What is it, amore?" He's already reaching out for your form through the darkness. It couldn't have been past 3 A.M.

You're trembling, eyes puffy and tired from the nervous tears. A pair of strong hands move to pull you closer and you can't help but cling to his frame.

"Got my period."

A cramp churns inside your abdomen and before Terzo can even begin to respond, you let out a pained whimper. Then it washes over you. The anxiety almost brings you to tears again.

Already pulling away from him, you move for the ensuite bathroom.

"'M gonna be sick..."

Terzo's already getting out from under the covers, at your side in seconds. Shaky knees threaten to buckle beneath you as he wraps a protective arm around your waist.

He doesn't waste time to spring into action once you move to the floor. Gentle words of encouragement while he smooths your hair away from your face make you feel cared for. Doted on.

He's rubbing your back through it all, shushing your crying and kissing your shoulder while you ride it out. He never flinches, he never looks away. He is present with you in the moment, giving his full attention to helping you through the pain.

Once he senses that you've reached a lull, he's preparing a spare toothbrush with toothpaste for you. He knows it's what he would want, had the roles been reversed. You deserve everything he can give.

Hands that never ceased their shaking reach up for him and he's torn from his thoughts.

"Help... please." Your voice is hoarse and his heart breaks at the sound.

He's guiding you to your knees and helping you to your feet, each movement devoted to your comfort. Guilt washes over you, embarrassment over what just happened permeating every thought.

"I'm sorry, it just hurts so bad-"

"Shhh."

Gingerly, he presses the toothbrush and some pain meds into your palm. A kiss is pressed to your forehead in the dark.

"Brush, vita mia. Then come back to bed."

At this point, you're too exhausted to do anything other than what he tells you. So you do.

Terzo takes your heating pad off the shelf and leaves the bathroom, plugging it into the outlet closest to your side of the bed. He knows exactly what temperature level you prefer and sets it on the remote. At least, that's what you assume he's doing based on the sounds coming from the bedroom.

As you brush your teeth your mind wanders. And not in a good way. Every single period is a reminder of your biological sex, of what you'll never be able to truly escape. It felt like a monthly "fuck you" from the universe. Even though the major disconnect between body and mind was a constant, getting your period never fails to exacerbate the issue.

And Terzo knew this. All of the nights you've spent crying yourself to sleep in his arms will never truly leave him, he thinks. Seeing you struggle with something so all-consuming, bearing witness to your anguish... it's awful. He can't imagine how you must feel. The injustice of it all eats away at him.

He hears the toothbrush be thrown away and the bathroom faucet shut off, already peeling back the covers to invite you back inside. You emerge from the bathroom, looking like absolute hell. He swallows down the growing lump in his throat.

"Vieni qui, amore."

Crawling under the blankets and into his embrace puts more strain on your aching joints than anticipated, a distressed little groan escaping you.

"I know, I know..." he coos.

You become absolutely boneless as you lay on top of him, writhing with each cramp that twists through your gut. Getting comfortable seems impossible, even with the heating pad pressed to your pelvis. You huff through your nose in frustration.

Terzo gently massages your lower back with one hand, the other coming to gently rake his fingers through your hair, scratching and playing with the strands.

"Something on your mind?"

Tears sting at your eyes, a culmination of the exhaustion and pain you're experiencing, and your lower lip wobbles. But who are you to keep things like this from the one you treasure most?

"It just hurts so bad... I wish I didn't have to deal with this."

Your voice breaks at the end of the sentence.

"I wish I was born a boy."

The lump in his throat swells exponentially. He wishes he could find a way to put into words how much he adores you, how special you'll always be to him. How perfect you are. He makes a sympathetic sound, pulling you closer and kissing your temple.

"You're self-made instead. A lot more impressive and respectable, in my opinion."

Sobs shake your chest as you press your face into the blanket that's hiked up to your chin. His arms pull you impossibly closer.

"I love you."

Your voice is small, defeated. Done for the night. You don't even know how you have the energy left to keep crying. Terzo's heart breaks a little bit more with each heave of your shoulders.

"I love you too."

His hands are still soothing on your back and scalp as your sobs die down to sniffles. The heating pad is starting to do its job, too, offering just a sliver of relief from the onslaught. He can feel you start to relax with each steadying breath you take and your eyes are already shut when he speaks again.

"Go to sleep, bellissimo. You need it."

Even through your full-body exhaustion you still wrap your arms appreciatively around him, humming in agreement.

He always knows just how to take care of you. He'd give you everything he could twice-over just to see you content and comfortable.

Secondo wants you at his mercy, so bondage is his forte. He wants you physically exposed and vulnerable, unable to resist whatever he has planned for your body. Tying you up in uncomfortable positions, especially ones that are embarrassing, is especially preferred, where he can have easy access to your most sensitive spots - whether to just admire or to strike or tease, you don't get to cover yourself, no matter how desperate you get or how your body aches. Delights in taking you over his knee when warranted - you'll think of him every time you sit for weeks.

Primo obviously enjoys humiliation - he canonically has a habit of pissing on ghouls who displease him, and I think he very much enjoys the special kind of degredation that comes with that. However, anything that makes you feel small and shamed will do. He would gladly display you for both his ghouls and guests alike, treat you as little more than a very pretty object (though I cannot imagine him sharing what's his). He's somewhat partial to medical-esque examinations, with a more esoteric spin. In general, if he can tie magick into it, the better. Definitely makes you bleed for him, both for practical purposes and for his own enjoyment.

Terzo wants to make you tell him what you want. He will make you confess every single fantasy, no matter how depraved, make you look him in the eye while you do it. He might even record it, just to play it back for you at the most inopportune moments, or if you start to complain when he decides to act out every debauched act. After all, you asked for this, and he won't let you forget that. Might also take video and photos to send to you, reminders of what he can do to you, and how much you enjoyed it.

Copia is probably the 'nicest' of the Papas. He doesn't want you to hurt, no no no, he want to make you feel good. So very good, over and over and over and over, he'll make you cum until every nerve is singing for him. Or he'll edge you until you're pleading with him, so pretty and desperate and needy for him, only to finally let you finish in a deafening crescendo of pleasure. He wants so badly to see your face streaked with tears, your eyes blank, your muscles twitching, just to so sweetly ask for just one more. He'll tie you down if he has to, gag you, drug you if you let him, just as long as he can ensure he gives you enough that no one else will ever match him.