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So all day he's been on his hands and knees, following you around the house in an eager crawl. He has a pretty pink collar buckled tightly around his neck and you can see it bob up and down with his Adam's apple every time he swallows. The tiny silver tag which has your name engraved into it, marking him as yours, sways and glints in the light. He's naked, otherwise, of course, because puppies don't wear clothes, do they, Ken? His only other accessories are the little pair of ears on a headband nestled within is blond hair, and the tail plug that he took so wonderfully when you put it in this morning.

The two of you played fetch earlier - you made him bring you back the little rubber ball between his teeth so many times that he actually flopped down exhausted at your feet like a mutt when you were done - and you've fed him chocolates from your hand when he barked for you on command.

Now? Now he's sitting between your legs, hands spread on either one of your thighs, as he looks longingly at the treat at the apex of your thighs which you haven't yet given him permission to enjoy.

"Hold, puppy," you say with a chuckle, earning a desperate whimper from the depths of his throat. You're not sure if he's noticed but he's started to sway his ass left and right, just a little, giving the impression of the way an actual dog would wag its tail. You feel sort of mean, but you know Ken likes it when you remind him who's in charge.

"Having trouble obeying? Aww, it's okay. Speak."

Your one command which means he's allowed to use his words.

"Please let me taste you, please, please, please," he begs. "You're right there... and you look so good... I'll make you feel nice, I promise, I wouldn't let you down..."

"I know, baby, I know, but if I give in right now, it's not much of an obedience exercise, is it?" you ask. He makes a pained noise so, in response, you cup his face with your hand and scatch behind his ear. He nuzzles into your palm as he seeks out your warmth.

"Please..." he whispers, and you give a full-bodied sigh, knowing that you're far too lenient with him.

"Okay... release."

Upon hearing the command, Ken dives for you, so fast and overjoyed that you're knocked back into the pile of pillows on the sofa. He laps at you eagerly, tasting your arousal from its source, tongue exploring every delicious part of you. His eyes roll back in pleasure just from being able to serve you like this.

You hook a finger into his collar in order to drag him closer against your hot skin, and the moan he lets out reverberates all the way along your fucking spine.

"Good boy, Ken," you mutter, getting lost in the way his mouth laves along you. He's a little too enthusiastic, there's a bit more teeth than you'd like, but you can't fault him for eagerness. Nothing a muzzle can't fix, after all.

His tongue dances where you need it most, licks up the evidence of your excitement, and then you're orgasming onto the hot plain of muscle. He works you through it beautifully and you can feel something wet against your leg. A quick glance down reveals that he's come just from giving you oral. Oh fuck, it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

"Did I do good?" he asks as he sits back on his haunches, panting, lips wet with your release.

"You did great. But you've left a big mess," you say, nodding to the little puddle he's left, his cock still dripping shiny pearls of it. "Clean it up with your mouth for me, okay?"

He's so quick to obey that it's like a sort of like an erotic sucker punch. As you watch him lick up his own orgasm from your hardwood floor, you think this might be the most enraptured you've ever been.

• Summary: Your cycle seemed to have a mind of it's own in space. Now you and Grace have to explain to Rocky what menstruation is. Oh, there's also cuddling involved.

• Tags: for this fic i need you guys to pretend that being in space messes with your cycle, ok..? Fluff, menstruation, you explain to Rocky what a period is, no use of y/n, ryland is kinda a soft dom, hand jolding yay.

• Mina's notes: im so sorry that I messed the ask up a little, I noticed after I had wrote the second half and tried to make the ask incorporated into the fic as best as I good. This also isn't proof read very well as I wanted it posted as soon as possible.

Coming to terms with the fact you're in space with a middle aged scientist and a rock was definitely a struggle. But after he helped you to compose yourself when you woke up from that coma, you gave Grace a little credit.

And then there's Rocky. A literal alien spider looking rock that communicates through the–government provided–laptop's text-to-speech feature. Overtime you and Grace had learnt a lot about Rocky and vice versa.

Since you're all on the way to erid, it's a pretty chill ride. For Grace and Rocky.

You see, you're still a human, still have a uterus; just because you're in space that doesn't mean that your period is magically gone–as much as you wished it was.

That is why you've been getting up later than usual and going to bed earlier, the fatigue that came with menstruation clashed with the plushness of the sleeping pods that spoke to you like an angelic hymn.

Being in the void that was space, it didn't make it any easier for you. You're cycle had been very irregular: tricking you as to when it started and then randomly not showing up for days, just to come back at you in the middle of the night with the worse cramps that had to ever happen to anyone. You were not enjoying it.

Stratt didn't hate you. That's what you had always tried to convince yourself since waking up on the ship. However, you only proved that thought when you discovered the pads, tampons and even the menstrual cups in the ships restroom.

Thank the stars. Was what you had first thought.

Since you and Ilyukhina were on board, Stratt thought ahead to the chance of you both or just one of you surviving, thankfully you did.

Sometimes the pains and cramps you endured made you wish you didn't (funny considering your the ships therapist) but the goal the three of you had is what kept you going.

You desperately wanted to see what life on Erid was like, as well as save it.

Especially after what the three of you had been through. You couldn't just give up, not after all that. The near death experiences was actually probably enough to steer you away from those thoughts.

You were always thankful to have both Ryland and Rocky by your side, even if they were a bit silly sometimes. It's better than being alone in the depths of space.

Anyway, you knew it'd take a long time to get to Erid, which you were excited for, but not as much as you'd usually be. Curse you human female body!

All you enjoy now is being a lump in the sleeping pods and being quiet while you watch Grace and Rocky bond together.

Of course they didn't forget about you, actually; you're the direct subject of their conversations, you just dont know it. They had both been very concerned about your behaviours and withdrawal.

Rocky being Rocky and Grace being Grace, they knew they had to do something.

Today you were in the laboratory–well, kind of. When you had remembered you were some kind of doctor in a way (a psychologist) you noticed that the hail mary was made for mission purposes only.

This meant there is absolutely no infirmary or medical area. Yeah there are supplies but comfort impacted recovery greatly, leading to you making a make-shift recovery zone in one of the labs corners.

You stocked it with all of the medical supplies on board so they were an easy find, although some of it you left with armando.

Currently you were just checking the amounts of each and every items you had, and also making sure the info in your notebook of when any of it had been used.

You only lifted your head when you heard your name, thoughts crackling away at the sound of Rylands soothing voice. "Oh, hi guys, what's up?"

Ryland's eyes lingered over your features as he adjusted his glasses, clearly searching for any fatigue on you.

"Me and Rocky–" "Want to know if human friend okay, statement. Grace worried." Rocky's automated voice cut off Ryland's sentence, making you laugh.

"We're. We're both worried." Ryland corrected. "We noticed you seemed... under the weather? Sad? Moody..?" He really didn't want to sound mean.

"Friend look depressed, statement." "Rocky! you can't just–" "Why not, question? Is true. Doctor been sleeping more than often."

You smiled, the tug at your lips weak but it shows that you're grateful for their concern.

"I'm okay, guys. I'm just..." you bit your lip, what harm could it do being blunt? You're literally in space and you're also literally talking to an alien. "I'm on my period, and being in space during it is definitely not treating me well."

There seemed to be a long pause of silence as you pursed your lips.

Ryland could feel his cheeks exponentially growing hot. Out of everything he had prepared himself for, that was he last in his book. How could he forget such a natural human process? Stupid Ryland.

"Period long moment in time, question?" Rocky said, obviously confused.

Ryland gave Rocky a double take and you just covered your mouth to stifle a giggle. "No– well, yeah but... not in this case."

"Why not in this case, Question?"

You looked back up at Ryland while Rocky stared between the two of you, waiting for answers inside his xenon palace. Since you were–well, you–you knew it'd be easier if you answered.

"Oh gosh, okay, im a female, so... my body is different to Grace's. I have something called a uterus which sheds it's lining monthly, which also means I bleed for a week or more.. maybe less.. and I also get a lot of pain in my abdomen–Oh and it makes me really tired. I think being in space is making my cycle extremely irregular though." You explained as vaguely as you could while also not going into detail.

"Human females go through torture monthly? Why is a thing, question!? Why humans made this way! Whywhywhy!?!?" Rocky waves his claws frantically and honestly it was a valid reaction.

"It's a biological thing, Rock, to prepare the body for having a baby." Ryland sighed, trying to calm the mechanic down.

"But not every human want human baby?" Rocky asked.

"Nope. I mean.. i dont know, I kinda forgot about kids cuz I've away from earth for so long, but not everyone does, some people just want to settle down, some don't. It's different for everyone." You replied.

"So, if human not want baby, they still have a period, question?"

"Yup. Unfortunately. It's just how we were made. Being a woman is not easy back on earth."

"Rocky angry. Why humans made so poorly?"

Both Ryland and you looked at eachother. It's true. Humans are made poorly...

"It's just the way it is, bud, but hey, we've got eachother now, and all that matters is getting to Erid." Ryland reassured everyone but then his face sunk and he added towards you, "You also matter! Is– is there anything I– or uhm we, can do to help with it?"

One thing popped in your head straight away: sex. You then mentally kicked yourself. You can not be thinking of Ryland like that! Especially not when Rocky is right there!

"Yes yes. Grace friend and Rocky help Doctor friend with period!" Rocky then paced away from the medi-lab in his long section of atmosphere, in search of something to sooth you, leaving you and Ryland alone.

A sigh fell from your lips and you turned back to your small workbench. "Welp, I didn't think I'd ever be teaching a rock about periods."

"Neither..." Ryland watched you. It was almost admirable at how much you could work even while (likely) being in incredible pain. His hands found his hips, "You know you shouldn't be pushing yourself this much, right?"

"Oh yeah? Well, you heard the Rock. I've been in the dorm way too much." You shook your head.

"Because you're tired!" Ryland scoffed at your dismissal, stepping into place beside you, eyes glued to your hands as they worked. "You know you can tell me about it."

When you didn't answer, his hands steadily found your shoulders, turning you so you weren't trying to drown yourself in your work.

You felt a certain pool of heat in your body when he looked at you, his eyes stern over the frames of his glasses having slid down his nose from tilting his head to look down at you.

"Tell me. I want to know how bad it is."

"How bad what is?" You tried to counter.

"Any of it... please? I want to help you." Now there was a soft glint in his eyes. "It isn't fair for you to be in pain while me and Rocky are thriving."

"Okay then. Most of my cramps are like.. 10/10 when usually they're a 5 or 6.. sometimes even 7." You relented.

"That's.. something. Not a good something but thank you. For telling me." Ryland's cheeks tinted pink under the stubble and he forced his hands away from your shoulders, dipping his head after he realised he had definitely been staring into your eyes that whole time.

The pair of you stood in silence for a long moment. Only the stars knew where Rocky had disappeared off to.

He then asked, "Have you been able to fall asleep like usual or..?"

"Fuck, I wish– uhh no." You shook your head, now embarrassment at the curse that had slipped out.

And just as Ryland was about to respond; Rocky came rushing back into the space with some ideas.

The next day on the hail mary was far worse. It felt like you were being stabbed over and over, and when you tried painkillers they nearly made you throw up so that was a no-go.

It was a gruelling cycle to be in, stuck in bed most of the days because it was painful just to function. At least the clouds of the sleeping pods kept you company.

You were fine being alone, it meant you weren't disturbing your friends with your contagious feelings and attitudes.

There was one thing though, Ryland cares deeply about you.

Ryland hates sitting around while you're suffering on your own, he wants to help you, to make you feel better, to be there for you. He expressed these feelings to Rocky and since Rocky had a little bit of work to do, he suggested Ryland spend time with you.

So, here he was, climbing down into the dormitory, his gaze finding your pod immediately since your sock clad feet stuck from the end of it.

"Heyyy.." his voice was low, weary that he might annoy you. Even though you could never he annoyed at him. "I see you're... not doing so good today."

"Way to point out the obvious." The huff escaped your lips before you immediately took it back. "Sorry... yeah, it's bad."

A hot water bottle was tugged towards your stomach, the sheets barely on you since it was a war between being cold and warm and currently you were too warm.

"Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to help?" Ryland gently moved your legs so he could sit on the edge of the thin mattress.

"Unless you can create a magical cure, i don't think so. I've literally tried everything that there is available here... the painkillers barely do anything and I've tried all of them, I've tried stretching and we don't exactly have actual showers that are warm so they don't do anything. My last resort is this pathetic hot water bottle."

There was the other thing that you thought of, but you obviously couldn't ask your friend that, that'd be obscene!

Ryland listened to the whole rant, every single one of your complaints. He felt horrible that you had to deal with this. "Do... you wanna hold my hand?"

You blinked, that was different. "Uh, sure."

His hand slowly reached yours, fingers lacing together. You had quite the tight grip but he allowed it.

It's.. nice. His palm is warm but not in a way that makes you profusely sweat. His fingers are actually quite soft in between your own. The action itself was very grounding, as well as comforting.

You wanted that feeling more often. You liked it.

"How bad is it right now?" He looked down at your form on the pod.

"Am I allowed to say a billion out of ten?" You looked up at him from the pod.

"Yeah, I guess you are allowed.. to say that." A small smile staked its place on his face.

You let your eyes close, just laying there as that familiar, soothing silence played around the dorm.

The lack of noise was nice. Despite the pain, Ryland keeping you company always made it better. Being in space with only one other human being meant you two were quite touch starved, sure there were hugs here and there, but other than that? It was lonely.

Ryland's heart is thumping at a high pace in his chest. He hasn't held someones hand in a while and something had been on his mind since yesterday, his gaze plastered to the white walls of the dormitory.

"Hello? Earth to– uhm.. space to grace?" You shook his hand with your own and his brows shot up.

"I- oh uh–yeah?" He noticed you had narrowed your eyes at him and he had to look behind him to make sure there wasn't something there. "Are you... what?"

"You have something on your mind." You said it but it wasn't exactly a question.

"Maybe." Again, his head tilted and you caught the glint in his eye.

"Can it take away this pain? T'feels like im being stabbed." You squeezed his hand.

"Actually... it uh.. it can." He knew you were trying to be smart, but he still wanted to help.

"Oh. Okay then... shoot." You carefully sat up, scrunching your face as you did and letting out a breath.

"You can't be mad at me–actually, you can. You can totally be mad at me because I know we're in space, our friend Rocky is somewhere in the lab and we're friends and–" "Get to it, Ry."

Ryland's eyes widened at the nickname and he watched you over the frames of his glasses, stammering before shutting up.

He straighted up on the pod before looking directly at you, "I wondered... if you wanted to have sex to relieve yourself."

Extra notes: I did get permission from avo to write this btw don’t attack me >o<

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