a/n: this is so self-indulgent my periods are STRAIGHT ASS oml, decided I needed some dca comfort(as always). Anyone else who suffers from their period, I salute you 🫡, NOT PROOFREAD, this is my period induced and sleepy thoughts so be warned lol
cw: periods, talk of periods, minor blood but nothing too bad, reader has a period but otherwise its gender neutral
You’re floating in between consciousness, not asleep yet not quite awake, a fuzziness embracing the edges of your mind that you welcome. Your leg is hiked up, thrown over his hip, anchoring him towards you. Your other rests tangled in between his, and your arms are wound around his waist, your head resting on his chest, listening to the gentle hum and whirr of his internals.
It’s a position you’re both familiar with, one you’ve defaulted to when you slide under the sheets, long after the world is engulfed in darkness. It’s become habit now to sleep with moon in your arms, he’s strangely comfortable for his large stature, one that barely fit in your bed to begin with.
You liked to stay like this even if you weren’t asleep, and moon was more than happy to indulge you. Even if you didn’t sleep, you were getting rest, which satisfied him since you would oftentimes stubbornly push your limits when left to your own devices.
you remain in his warm embrace, engulfed in his massive hands, drifting in and out of awareness.
you’re suddenly snapped alert by a weird feeling between your thighs, a cold sense of dread washing down your spine. urgency parts the fuzz of your mind as you shuffle out of his hold, your body already screaming to lie back down with him.
you’re engulfed in a red glow as you put on your slippers. His eyes opened at the loss of your touch, red optics illuminating your surroundings as a grumble of displeasure rumbles from within him.
“Bathroom,” you mumble, shuffling towards the door. He’s right behind you, chest almost pressed against your back, opening the door and following you down the cold hallway. He crouches down, legs folded up as you flick the bathroom light on and close the door, waiting for you patiently. You squint at the bright light as you shimmy your shorts down.
Your trip confirms your suspicions, a dark stain forming in your underwear, soiling your clothes.
You curse, beginning to rummage through your cabinet as you call out. “Hey, moon?”
“Yes, stardust?” Comes his immediate reply.
“Can you get me a new change of clothes? I just started my period.”
“No I cannot,” is his response as he jingles away. You huff slightly in amusement, picturing him cartwheeling away down the hall. He likes to deny your requests while on his way to fulfill them. It drives sun up the wall, but you can’t help but find it entertaining.
Soon he arrives with a fresh pair of clothes for you, slipping his way into the bathroom. You huff, “and what do you think you’re doing in here, mister?”
He grins. “Housekeeping.” He extends the clothes with one hand, beckoning with the other. “Now strip.”
You can’t help but laugh through your tiredness as you take the clothes. “At least take me to dinner first, sir.”
His head does a spin as he leans forward. “No can do. I’m on the job.” He takes your soiled pair of clothes as you change, turning away towards the cleaning products you laid out.
“You don’t have to, I can do it myself.” You can’t help but pout as you begin to wash your hands, still not used to being helped with such things.
His low chuckle is almost drowned out by the sound of running water. “Of course. You’re a grown-up.” Gentle scrubbing and the smell of lavender fill the air. His head turns toward you. “But grown-ups still deserve to be taken care of.”
You blink. You can’t help but think about his words. You were always used to taking matters into your own hands, now second nature to you. But when was the last time someone took care of you, no hesitation, no questions asked?
You remain silent as you dry your hands, before padding over to his side. You wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling into his side. “Thank you,” you sigh.
“Always for you, stardust.” He hums, looping an arm around your shoulders.
You’re clean and fresh, and your other clothes are drying as he leads you back to your room. He gently pushes you down, climbing in beside you as he begins to run his hands down your sides. “Where does it hurt?”
Luckily there’s not much pain left after taking medication. “It’s mostly around my hips and stomach.”
You groan as he expertly massages the discomfort around your hips. His large hands work away the tension and knots, leaving you limp in his hold.
You feel the rising warmth in his palms as his hands move toward your middle. They settle over your lower abdomen, warm fingers resting just above your ribcage. “Better?” He whispers.
You press them closer to you, sighing at the relief that washes through you. “So much better.”
His mouth twitches into a soft grin. “Good,” he says, eyes a soft white, “now sleep.”
You shift in his hold, wrapping yourself around him while a warm hand remains on your middle.
“Thank you, moon.” You yawn, laying your head over his chest. You feel the inviting tug of sleep pulling at the corners of your mind, welcoming you into weightlessness.
You feel fingers carding through your hair as your breathing begins to slow.
