#Ripley x reader

[nostromosdead]

Let It Rip! (For Better or Worse.) - Parts 1 & 2

Ellen Ripley x Y/N (gender-neutral). Y/N is a paleoanthropologist recently hired by Weyland-Yutani for initially unknown reasons. (Will probably post this on AO3 too!)

The Nostromo was a labyrinth of steel and shadows, its corridors vibrating with the steady hum of the ship’s engines. Though everything was objectively fine at this moment, there was an unspoken tension in the air. Something thick and almost suffocating seemed to cling to every surface. Yet, for now, that fragile peace held, allowing you to explore this strange new environment at your own pace.

You walked slowly, the weight of your satchel pressing into your side—a familiar comfort in a place that felt anything but. The worn leather strap, softened by years of fieldwork, reminded you of the sun-baked, humidity-ridden dig sites where you’d spent most of your career. The decision to leave that world behind, even temporarily, hadn’t been easy. But the company’s offer had been impossible to ignore. They’d been almost desperate to hire a paleoanthropologist, yet frustratingly vague about why they needed one on a deep-space commercial towing vehicle. (And, to be fair, there weren’t many specialists remaining in the field, given Earth’s rapidly declining state.)

You still weren’t sure what they expected you to find out here, but you’d answered the advertisement anyway, drawn by the promise of a hefty paycheck. Hell, if anything, you assumed you’d end up being shown a bunch of archaic plant fossils and have to sheepishly inform them that they meant to hire an archaeobotanist. But, until then, you could spend a few months in space, collect your money, and eventually get back to your real work. Whatever this was, it couldn’t be more complicated than deciphering the mysteries of a bunch of rocks, right? Right. If The Company had found something of interest, it probably wouldn’t even end up being evolutionarily significant. After all, non-specialists mistake plain ole pebbles for artifacts all the time. Surely this case would be just like any other.

The mess hall was quiet, the soft hum of machinery your only company as you poured yourself a cup of something hot and vaguely coffee-like. You cradled the mug between your hands, letting the warmth seep into your fingers as you surveyed the utilitarian design of the room. Everything on the Nostromo was built for function, much like the old fossils and lithics you studied—stripped down, ‘bare bones,’ essential.

And that’s when you noticed her.

Across the room was Ellen Ripley, her tall frame partially obscured by the dim lighting. She stood at one of the ship’s consoles, her fingers moving deftly over the keys. The attention she devoted to a seemingly minute task was focused and intense. There was just something about her—a calm, commanding presence that made you feel both curious and cautious. Kinda like if the jump and subsequent drop you feel in your gut from a rollercoaster never truly got to dropping bit. That is to say, it was an air of perpetual anticipation.

You hesitated, unsure whether you should approach her or not. Did you even have the credentials to approach her? Wait–did The Company even operate like that? Note to self: look into the social dynamics that exist between varying Weyland-Yutani positions of power. You’d heard about Ripley even before you set foot on the Nostromo—everyone had. If anything, in the form of a warning or two. She was known for her temper in conflict, as for her level-headedness and quick thinking under pressure. It was a reputation that both impressed and intimidated you. But here, in the quiet of the mess hall, she seemed almost halfway approachable. Almost.

“Y/N, right?” Ripley’s voice broke the silence, smooth and unflinching as she turned to face you.

You nearly dropped your mug in surprise, having been locked in a bout of overthinking. “Uh, yeah. Hey! That’s me.”

Ripley’s gaze was steady as she took you in. Looking you up and down, just once, as if that was all she needed to make up her mind. “How are you finding the Nostromo?”

“It’s… different,” you replied, struggling to find the right words. “Not what I’m used to.”

Ripley offered a small, almost imperceptible smile. “I imagine not. What made you sign up for this?”

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “The company was pretty insistent they needed someone with my background. They didn’t say much about why, though.”

Ripley raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “And that didn’t bother you?” Her voice was deep, and her question was stern.

“Oh it did,” you admitted, “buuuut… they’re paying me well, and I figured, why not? A few months in space, then I can get back to my real work.”

She studied you for a moment, as if weighing the validity of your words.

Ripley nodded, her expression eventually softening a smidge. “Fair enough. Well… If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

You felt a rush of gratitude manifest in the form of a flushed face; the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. “Oh-thanks, Ripley. Though, I hope you don’t regret that offer—I’m someone who tends to ask a lot of questions.”

She gave you a final nod before turning back to the console. “I figured as much. See you around.”

Part 2:

The days aboard the Nostromo had begun to blur together. It was a monotonous routine, occasionally punctuated by moments of fleeting curiosity. You found solace in the ship’s quiet corners, as your mind was occupied with the strange fossils you were hired to study. Not only did they appear to be actual fossils of some kind, they came with an added bonus of not entirely making sense. They were like nothing you’d seen before, and the vague instructions from The Company did little to help you understand why they’d been so adamant about having a paleoanthropologist on board–after all, what did these have to do with humans or their hominid ancestors?

Though, after your initial orientation, there was definitely one thing that Weyland-Yutani did make very, very clear.

Under no circumstances were you allowed to report your research, or its potential findings, to the rest of the crew aboard the Nostromo. They knew you were a hired researcher, aiding The Company in its various goals and ambitions, and that was where the line was to be drawn.

The rule hung over you like a shadow. It was a constant reminder that there was more to this mission than you’d been told… what had you gotten yourself into this time? A few weeks in and you’d mostly kept your head down, focusing on the work, but the unease gnawed at the edges of your mind. And then, there was Ripley.

You couldn’t help but notice her—how could you not? She carried herself with a quiet confidence that commanded attention without ever having to demand it. There was a natural strength to her, evident in the way her muscles flexed beneath her uniform as she moved with precision and purpose. The cut of her jawline, the sharp focus in her eyes, the way her lips pressed together when she was deep in thought—it was honestly hard not to be captivated.

Unfortunately for you, you’d find yourself stealing glances whenever she was near, and not to mention your heart skipping a beat when her gaze met yours. It was ridiculous, you told yourself. There were far more important things to worry about. Like, what the fuck even are the strange fossils you were suspiciously being paid to study, under the unsettling restrictions imposed by the company, to boot. But the warmth that spread through your chest whenever she was around was undeniable. You could think of it as a small comfort amidst the growing unease, or, more realistically, a sporadic social opportunity for unnecessary, internal panic that loomed on the other side of every bay door. Thank God nothing would ever actually come of it, you reassured yourself.

It was during one of these quiet moments, seated at a small workstation in the ship’s research lab, that you heard the soft hiss of the dreaded sci-med bay door sliding open. You looked up to see Ellen Ripley stepping inside, her presence instantly filling the room, akin to the drop in barometric pressure before a storm.

“Y/N,” Ripley greeted. Her voice was smooth and steady, but carried a note of curiosity. “How’s the research going?”

You leaned back in your chair, trying to steady your nerves. You knew damn well that that question was an act of defiance–and a cool one, at that. But, you couldn’t give in without putting your job on the line. “All’s well on my end, thankfully.”

It was a bold-faced lie. What you really wanted to say was ‘confusing, mostly, Ripley! These samples… they’re like nothing I’ve ever seen! It’s almost as if they don’t belong in any known classification! This is a brand new species that might even defy taxonomic classification! Unless, I just don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about, which is always an ever-present possibility. The Company wasn’t exactly forthcoming with information.’

But, you couldn’t. So, you just sat there, awaiting a response from her that at least somewhat mirrored the back-and-forth of a typical human conversation.

Ripley frowned, undoubtedly unimpressed. Her brow furrowed as she moved closer to your workstation. The subtle way her muscles shifted and flexed as she crossed the room was revealed by her rolled-up sleeves. The taut lines of strength tracing down her arms didn’t escape your notice, and you found yourself momentarily distracted by the effortless power she exuded.

“I see The Company’s ideals have gotten to ya,” Ripley half-teased. “They’re real keen on never telling you the whole story.” she said, her tone laced with frustration.

Despite her apparent aggravation, her presence was comforting. You hadn’t physically spoken to another human being all day. In fact, you weren’t even sure what the time was right now, having been so wrapped up in your own research, and the anxieties that accompanied it.

You hadn’t realized how much you’d come to appreciate her company until now. There was something warm about her that made you feel less alone in this strange, cold place.

“Any idea why they wanted you, specifically?” Ripley asked, her tone curious, but tinged with something else—concern, maybe.

You shook your head, glancing down at the samples you had just spent the past 9 hours or so investigating. Your eyes were begging for them to be put away.

“No clue,” you gave in a little. “…It’s like they were desperate to have someone with my educational background, but they’re keeping me in the dark about who’s, what’s, where’s, and why’s. To be truthful, I’m starting to wonder if I’m missing something obvious...” you lamented. Carefully, you returned the evidently-ancient objects to their respective lockbox.

Ripley was silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she studied where the fossils had been on the table.

“Well…” she eventually began.

“…maybe it’s not about what you’re supposed to find. Maybe it’s about confirming what they already know.”

A chill ran down your spine at her words. You clearly hadn’t thought of it that way before. But now that she’d said it, it made a disturbing amount of sense. Why else would everything be so secretive?

Ripley was quick to notice the genuine look of concern growing upon your face.

Before you could voice your growing unease or be offered any solace, the lights flickered.

Just once, but it was more than enough to catch your attention. The ship’s hum seemed to deepen, a more subtle change that you probably wouldn’t have noticed, if not for the sudden, rigid shift in the warrant officer’s demeanor.

Ripley’s eyes snapped to the lights, her expression tightening, voice deepening. “That’s not normal.”

You jumped up. The tension within you thickened like a storm cloud about to burst. It took a lot to make you cry, and this was bordering the ‘a lot’ category.

“Ah, well, what do you think it is?” You stammered to ask your far-more-experienced companion.

“Could be nothing,” she said almost casually, but the look on her face told you she didn’t really believe that. “But, we should check it out… just to confirm. Come on.”

With great haste, you followed her out of your assigned lab. Your heart began to pound loudly in your chest. Don’t get me wrong—you’ve had more than your fair share of dangerous experiences in your line of work. Artifact looters and site raiders, mostly. The key difference here was that those guys are always humans. And humans were something you were intimately familiar with, having devoted your life to studying their origins, on top of being one yourself. (And yet; you still found yourself fumbling to understand a certain Ellen Ripley, but now was not the time for that.)

The corridors of the Nostromo felt different now—they were darker, and much more oppressive. As you walked side by side with Ripley, your brain forced you to take note of the way her shoulder occasionally brushed against yours. Each order of guidance and direction sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. Despite these bright moments of contact, the cold metal walls of the height-deprived hallways seemed to be closing in around the two of you. The shadows were longer and deeper than before. The childish unease you’d been desperately trying to ignore now felt almost impossible to shake.

Ripley led the way to the ship’s control room, her movements quick and efficient, but you noticed the subtle tension in her shoulders. She was worried, too, though she hid it well. This fact was the opposite of reassuring. The door slid open with a hiss, and the two of you stepped inside.

Dallas, the ship’s captain, was already there, along with crewmates Lambert and Parker. They looked up as you entered, their faces reflecting the same unease you felt.

“What’s going on?” Ripley asked, her voice immediately slaying whatever elephant previously resided in the room.

“Power surge,” Dallas replied, his tone grim. “Not sure what caused it. Could be a malfunction, but…” He trailed off, his eyes meeting Ripley’s with an unspoken understanding.

“Could be something else.” Ripley finished for him.

A heavy silence fell over the room. You felt Ripley’s hand brush against yours—whether by accident or intention, you weren’t sure—but the brief contact sent a yet another shock of warmth through you. If anything, it served as a reminder that you weren’t alone in this. You wanted to focus on the situation at hand, but it was hard when you could feel the heat of her body so close to yours—especially when the room in which you stood was fucking freezing.

Dallas turned back to the controls, his jaw tight. “We’ll keep an eye on it. Everyone stay sharp.”

As the meeting brief broke up, you found yourself lingering, hesitant to return to the isolation of your workstation. Sensing your apprehension, Ripley’s eyes caught your own. Her gaze softened as she stepped a bit closer.

“Hey, Y/N.” she said quietly, her voice a low, gentle murmur. “We’ll figure this out, okay?”

You nodded, your throat tight with a mix of fear and something else—something warmer, more uncertain. “Yeah… thanks, Ripley.”

She gave you a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Get some rest if you can. We might need it.”

As she turned to leave on that somewhat ominous note, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something much darker. But, whatever it was, you had a feeling that your job was about to become a hell of a lot more complicated.

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Ellen Ripley (Aliens) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

A/N: Slight sad angst, let me know if you want more story to this

Summary: When you return with Newt, how will Ripley react when she sees her old lover.

Distant Lovers

You and Ripley had gone through all sorts or stages in a relationship, although you never really officially disclosed to one another what you were exactly. You were in a relationship, but it was never confirmed by yourself or Ripley, you both just went along with it because you were happy in each others company, happy in each others arms at night, happy in each others steamy embraces, and happy in the company of one another on a romantic level. You and Ellen had both gone through the first attack of the Xenomorph on the Nostromo, and you pushed through the aftereffects. You stayed as a team, and grew close on the Nostromo. It could be said the Nostromo is where your ‘relationship’ started. You stayed together on the ship back to Earth… that was until you were approached by Burke and asked to go to LV 426, as all of the colonies had gone down. You and Ripley promised one another you wouldn’t go, but it wasn’t until you were awoken by her as she had a nightmare, you both called Burke saying you’d join, to do one thing and one thing only; wipe the fuckers out. It was going as good as it could’ve done until you were separated. Ripley was pulled off to join the Marines, give them a talk, and meet the crew. You were pulled off to command a higher unit of the Marine Corps. When you and Ripley, and the two teams met up tensions were high. You caught on to a man named Hicks making eyes at Ripley, not to mention that both the Marine squads were squaring up to one another. As you, Ripley, Hicks, Hudson, Vasquez, Newt, and the other surviving Marines were welded into an office on LV 426, tensions grew higher, even between you and Ripley. You got into small irrelevant arguments, you bickered, and you seemed to grow apart for the time you were in there. It didn’t help that Hudson was panicking and Vasquez and Drake were shouting at him. Hicks and Ripley had gotten closer. For the time spent on the plant you isolated yourself away from Ripley, she was hurting you by spending precious time with Hicks. She spent a lot of time with Newt but that was alright, Newt was a scared little girl who saw Ripley as a mother. You were hurting because she had shut you out, turned to someone else for reassurance and care. You didn’t want to spend time with her, so any time that was spent together it was filed with bitter arguments. Some of those arguments got nasty and personal. It left a hatred between you and Ripley, maybe it was because of the situation and the people around you. Most of the arguments and insults you know were taken too far, but you were both stubborn and fought fire with fire. You and Ripley didn’t speak, you didn’t sit in the same room as one another, you didn’t fight side by side; and it felt like she had abandoned you, abandoned you for a potential family life with Hicks and Newt… or so you thought.

After the events of the Queen Xenomorph and her offspring were annihilated during the explosion of LV 426, more problems rose. There wasn’t enough room on the ship back to Earth for you and Newt, there was only a shuttle available. Ripley had actually spoke to you for the first time and begged you to take her place on the ship while she went with Newt. Part of you thought she was pleading for your space in the shuttle to protect the girl should anything happen, but the stubborn part of you knew she was pleading for your space to protect you. Although you and Ripley didn’t speak for a long time, she still showed she cared for you. She’d save you a seat in the office area whether you took it or not, she’d leave a cup of coffee where you were sitting, she’d secretly check your guns were loaded and you have enough ammunition, she’d check you had your helmet, armour, and even torch. She’d glance at you from across the room trying to read you, trying to tune in to what you were thinking about. She wanted to know if you were thinking about her, about the Nostromo, about the Xenomorph, perhaps you weren’t thinking about anything at all. But she wanted you to hold her and you tell her your thoughts, just like you used to, to calm her on the nights she woke up after a night terror.

So you assured Ripley that you protect Newt, that you wouldn’t let anything happen to her, and that you would both return safe. Newt clung on to Ripley when they were parting but the girl knew she would be safe with you. You gave Ripley a last look, she did the same. You both seemed stuck in place, you both wanted to hug, kiss, hold even shake hands at this point. But you wouldn’t move. So you have her a wink with a small smile and took the girls hand heading to the shuttle. Rather than heading straight to the ship, Ripley held back until she couldn’t see you both anymore.

Both the Marine ship and your shuttle were travelling directly back down to Earth for the first time in years, everyone would be in hyper sleep and the Marine ship was the first to arrive. The company had set up a large private housing estate for the Marines, yourself, Ripley and Newt to settle down into for the time being, and to settle in back down on Earth. You and Ripley had seen the house you’d been assigned to, it was the house at the bottom of a straight walk-down street. It was a beautiful house with steps leading up to it sat in the middle of a row of houses leading down to it, it had big front double doors, and bushes on the sides, it was a home to go to.

You and Newt had woken up from hyper-sleep to find you had a matter of hours left before you grounded to Earth. You had made contact with Ellen’s ship but only to find out that it had grounded 4 weeks before you have. The company had told you that Ellen had settled into the house, she was eagerly waiting for your arrival, but she was scared. She didn’t want a phone call that told her you and Newt didn’t make it, or something happened to the both of you. You tried to make contact with Ripley but that didn’t work as you still hadn’t grounded. You had about an hour left before you grounded and the same events with the first Xenomorph in the shuttle had happened with you and Newt. The monster was hiding in the vents, it had tucked itself in. You hid Newt in the uniform closet with her plastic doll. You didn’t try and flush the thing out, as it would most likely end up on earth. As it appeared to be sleeping in the vents you had snuck around it to push the alarm on the shuttle, which alerted the coma only lives were in danger… and it wasn’t long before Ellen caught wind of it. The alarms went off, the lights were flashing, the alarm was sounding, and it woke. You did the best you could to try and fight it with a pipe you’d found, without being burnt alive by it’s acid. Newt had started screaming from the uniform closet, making the aliens target; Newt. As the alarm had been set off, the shuttle was put into an automatic descent, making you, Newt, and the Xenomorph head straight for Earth at a rapid pace. By now, you had been thrown over all sorts of controls and buttons, you tried to light its tail on fire. You managed to stick a police through its arms jamming it into the vents as you got Newt strapped into a chair to brace her for impact, and the alien was frantic as it had practically ripped its own arm off to get you. You had managed to light its leg on fire, eventually the rest of its body catching on fire. As you made out the buildings from your rapid descent, you hugged Newt, protecting her from the incoming impact, and you prayed that the alien would die, burning alive before the oxygen tanks blew.

As the shuttle smashed into the ground, the backend of the shuttle had blown up, seemingly the oxygen tanks did catch on fire. You figured you were unconscious for a few minutes, but as soon as you woke you looked around for the threat, seeing as some of the shuttle had melted and had acid dripping from it you took the hint it had blown up. You quickly unstrapped a groggy Newt and made your way out of the wreck of the shuttle. As you got out there were people, lots of people standing around you. There were crowds. The sunlight hurt your eyes, and you shielded Newts. You and Newt had dust and dirt and ash all over you. You were bleeding from your eyebrow, lip and nose from the crash and the attack of the alien, that was why as you walked away from the crowd people were shouting if you needed help and who you were. After picking Newt up and carrying her bridal style, you made your way to the private estate which you had memorised the directions to. Newt only had a small nosebleed, and dirt all over her, but she was tucked into your neck. It was a short walk, and early morning, so you had hoped to have dodged the news vans and reporters.

It wasn’t long before a Marine caught whiff of the breaking news on the tv channel which he had just figured out how to use. All the Marines had gathered in Ripleys home, where they all anxiously waited for your arrival. Ripley stared in shock at the screen, she stared in shock at the mess and state of the shuttle crash. She tried to search for you on the news, wondering if the camera would pan to 2 survivors… but it didn’t. So she waited and waited, looking outside the porch windows, holding tears back.

As you turned the corner to start walking down the straight run to your new home you could vividly make out at the bottom of the private estate, you mind went blank for a while. But you knew you’d see Ripley, and thinking about Ripley made you question. Did you she miss you? Did she want to start things up again? Did she want to get married? Should you ask her? Should you leave her? Should you question her and Hicks? Should you be living with her? Your mind stopped asking questions when you got closer and closer to the house you made out that Ripley was waiting at the double doors, you saw her breath in the class, rapidly breathing, she had saw you. She saw a limping figure carrying a smaller figure, covered in dirt, and ash. She saw from her doors you were bleeding and you were hurt. As you continued to walk, Newt popped her head up, seeing Ripley open both double doors. You saw Ripley walk down the steps and you felt Newt wriggling to leave your arms, you stopped walking and gently put her down. You stood still and stood in your place watching as Newt cried out “Mom”, running to Ripley as Ripley did the same, running to her little girl. They met halfway in the street, but they were so far away from you. You held back, wondering if you were welcome. But you watched your two favourite girls hug and sob at their reunion. As Ripley out Newt down she turned to you, still with a tight hold on Newt. She looked at you and took in your appearance, she saw you were weak, hurting, tired, but she saw a look in your eyes that mirrored how she felt. She wants to run to you and she wants you ti pick her up in your arms and hold her, she doesn’t want you to ever leave her again. Although you could barely hear her, she said “thank you”. You stood in place, like the soldier you were. You were going to move forward… but Hicks running to the front door, looking down at Ripley and Newt caught your eye. Your heart dropped, why was he in your house? Did he not see who brought Newt home? How long had he been in yours and Ripleys house? Did she spend nights with him? Did she rest in his arms.. his in hers? And so you gave a tired smile to Ripley, dropped your head down, turned around, and made your way away from them. Made your way to where?… you didn’t know.

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[strawberrykidneystone]

crater to your whims

ellen ripley x female reader

summary: you celebrated ripley's new position with a night out and now that you were home, it was actually time to celebrate

a/n: omg a lot of y'all have been having ripley brainrot lately what is in the air rn

tags: smut, praise, overstimulation, strap, face sitting, cowgirl, kissing, hickeys, biting

ao3 version

ty for requesting anon!

after going on a dinner date to celebrate ripley's new position on the Nostromo, the two of you were barely able to stumble through the front door of your apartment before your hands were all over each other.

ripley's mouth quickly latched onto your neck, sucking deep marks into your skin and nipping every so often, marking your neck as much as possible while her hands pawed at your waist. you tilted your head back to give her as much access as possible with your hands holding onto her broad shoulders.

"gonna miss you so much," she growled into your neck, sinking her teeth into the junction where your neck met your shoulder.

you gasped and clutched onto the front of her shirt, ruining the smoothly ironed button-up that you had steamed only a few hours earlier.

"ngh- won't be that long, you'll be in cryo sleep for most of it," you reassured and threaded one of your hands through her curls while the other ran down her arm.

"still," she said with a grunt and licked a strip up the side of your neck, "who's gonna keep you satisfied when i'm gone?" she huskily asked in your ear, pressing a firm kiss right behind the soft cartilage.

you whined in response, pulling her down into a deep kiss by the back of her head. she hummed into the kiss and ran her hands down the sides of your body, tapping the back of your thighs. you hopped up into her arms with your legs around her waist. a squeal of delight left your lips and she purposefully swung the two of you to the side and ran towards the bedroom, a playful grin on her lips.

she dropped you down on your back onto your shared bed and started unbuttoning her shirt, nodding her head to indicate that you should do the same. following her lead, you stripped yourself down to your underwear fairly quickly since you were in a dress and happily watched as ripley took her time getting undressed. by the time you were down to your underwear, she was barely taking her top off. slowly unbuckling her belt and popping the button on her slacks, the pulled her zipper down agonizingly slow with your eyes watching her every movement. pulling her pants down with her boxers, you gasped as you saw her strap already secured around her hips with your favorite long black dildo springing up from between her legs. the thought of her wearing it all throughout dinner made you so much wetter, your thighs rubbing together in need. ripley leaned down to where you were sitting on the bed and tiled your chin up to meet her eyes. she clicked her teeth and smirked, "you wanna sit on my face before you ride my cock baby?"

your eyes lit up with lust at the offer and you unconsciously licked your lips, "y-yes, yes please."

"good girl, using your words without me even asking," she softly complimented, lightly pecking your lips.

ripley quickly too her bra off before languishingly laying down on her back and resting her hands behind her head, looking down at you like a predator about to devour her prey.

to be fair, she was.

as she laid down on her back, you quickly slipped your panties off of your thighs and crawled up to kneel by the side of her head, looking down at her with a little bit of uncertainty. ripley was hungrily looking down at the space between your legs, glancing back up at you with a grin.

"c'mon baby, i'll be okay i promise," she said encouragingly, patting her collarbones. you nodded and slowly straddled her face, hovering over her lips.

she snaked her arms over your thighs and grabbed a handful of your ass, pulling you down onto her mouth. you gasped at the sudden contact, hitching forward and grabbing onto the headboard in front of you. ripley flattened her tongue between your lips, lapping at your folds and massaging your clit in circles. you were a moaning mess above her, humping her tongue and trembling when she started harshly sucking on your sensitive button. grinding down on her face, your moans became more high-pitched as you desperately bucked against her. you quickly reached a high so intense that your vision went white for a second, ripley continuing to lap up your arousal fluids mixed with your cum dripping from your lips.

carefully crawling backward, you admired ripley's blissed-out face as if she were the one who just orgasmed instead of you. shifting back to hovering over your heels, you gripped the plastic cock in your hand and lined it up with your entrance, sighing in pleasure as you sunk down all the way to the base. ripley watched you in a dazed state, her hands resting at the middle of your thighs. you leaned forward and placed your hands on her ribs, lifting yourself up and dropping back down onto the dildo. she bit her lip and matched your thrusts with her hips, her grip on your thighs tightening. with one last squeeze, she let your thighs go and cupped your bouncing tits in her hands, groping them as she pleased and pinching your nipple between her fingers. you whined and started to slow your riding, your thighs starting to burn from moving them so much. your walls were already fluttering from your previous orgasm, your legs trembling as you tried to hold out a little longer. ripley cooed up at you and firmly trapped your hips to stop your movements. you cocked your head in confusion as she stopped you, but took the moment to catch your breath as much as you could.

"just stay right there baby, let me take care of you," ripley purred, keeping your hips in place as she started to thrust up into you.

you gasped in surprise and pitched forward, your torso pressed against hers as she pistoned her hips up onto your wet heat.

"who's pussy is this?" she asked lowly as she pumped into you, giving your ass a firm smack as her pace picked up to a feral rhythm that had every part of your body jiggling with her mind-numbing movements.

"yours! yours, it's your pussy elle!" you cried out, practically babbling from pleasure as you squeezed around the thick cock, your hands white-knuckling the sheets below the two of you.

"that's right, such a good girl for me," she praised and reached her calloused hand down, attacking your clit with precise movements that she knew drove you wild.

her hard cock angled inside of you just right and brushed over your g-spot, causing you to toss your head back in pleasure as you moaned out her name, your orgasm hitting you so intensely it caused your upper body to twitch. ripley slowly lowered her hips back down onto the bed as you collapsed against her chest and she started softly running her hands down your back. you were completely spent, your fluids dripping down your legs. ripley knew that you would be sensitive so she made no move to remove the cock from inside of you, knowing you would do it in your own time.

"you did so good for me princess, so so good," she praised and kissed the top of your head, receiving an appreciative hum from you in response.

she didn't know how she was going to do this mission without you, but she knew that getting back home would be all the more sweet with someone waiting for her.

a/n: YALL RIPLEY FUCKER ARE GOING FERAL IN MY REQUESTS LMAOOOO I LOVE YALL I PROMISE IM WORKING ON STUFF

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[danisnotmyname]

Please non-Dan would you be willing to create a single crumb of Ripley x reader please? Little bitty crumb of reader cuddling her. She’s so 🥺 AUGH. I want to bring her little gifts.

Here you go! Hope you like it :D

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W-Y is having a workshop (or someone decided to have a gathering) to make some tools from excess stone (non threatening) that WY so graciously granted (whoever is running it knew they would waste the excess so they took it bc be real they wouldn’t willingly be giving it away). So you go to it because :D making cool things! And yeah the material has a weird color but it’s *fine*, so you spend some hours there blood, sweat, and a few tears (bc you cut your hand but it’s okay you want to finish this). And then you come back and present a handaxe to Ripley. She’s very proud and it becomes a well cherished item.

I kept having the idea of making Ripley some type of tool and then she’s out with coworkers or in space and then starts vaguely threatening she has a handaxe,

“for why?”

“To get answers.”

[lxdymoon0357]

The first night with the duke

The end...?

[skarpetaspodnapleta]

Oh.. the things we would do..

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hiiii!! I hope you’re doing amazing! I’m sorry you’re having a bit of writers block at the moment as I know how difficult that can be!! I saw you opened your requests to see if that would help so I figured I would request something!

Maybe Rhea x Reader, where Reader is also a wrestler and her aesthetic is super girly and cute and bubbly (kinda like Tiffany Stratton) and something about it just draws Rhea in. Like she tried to act like she hates it and doesn’t like Reader, but eventually she just can’t and caves to how adorable Reader is and it brings out Rhea’s sweet side! 🩷

rhea ripley x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️nothing major, rhea’s sexual thoughts tho…a lot of fluff and sweet moments, reader being a tease (let’s pretend rhea is still champion here) ‼️

heartbeat

rhea hated when someone tried to take her title away. but she hated even more when you became her main opponent for a title run.

you and the dark haired woman were completely the opposite. you were a face, she was a heel. you wore pink, she wore black. you were kind and loved backstage, she was a menace with anyone who dared to even look into her eyes.

she hated the idea of having to fight with you. she already handled a liv morgan, a tiffany stratton and now she had to face you.

she absolutely despised having you as her main opponent and no matter how many times she tried to resonate with adam, he said that you deserved that title run more than anyone. and she knew it too. she observed you. you were good, you were smart, you worked more on psychological fights than physical fights and for the first time, rhea was afraid.

you and her never really talked outside of the company. she wasn’t in your group and you weren’t in hers.

so the first time you got to share a few words was when you two had a promo and even if rhea looked so intimidating, you were ready for a challenge and you showed her who you really were.

“so you think you can take my title?” she shouted into the mic, staring at you. she looked for something that could have scared you away but she find nothing.

you simply laughed, taking a few steps forward her “i’m damn sure i can” you stated making the crowd cheer.

she was ready to reply back. she was so ready to put you in place but having you so close to her made her freeze. your vanilla scent intoxicating her. your challenging eyes never leaving her face. something about you made her even more interested into this feud. you made her heart beat fast and she couldn’t understand why.

“cat got your tongue, mami?” you teased her, hearing even more chants from the crowd.

“stay out of my way” she said coldly before dropping the mic to the ground and leaving the ring.

as days passed, rhea moved cautiously around you. observing you at the gym, observing the way your body moved inside the ring as you trained. she couldn’t help the filthy thoughts running in her head when she saw the sweat dripping down your body.

watching you fight other opponents and she hated admitting it but she found you extremely attractive. she never imagined herself being attracted by some barbie doll prototype but here she was.

you, flaunting your pink gear, your perfect make up and curled hair, ready to fight liv morgan - once again.

you knew it was going to be an easy match. you fought liv multiple times and you always won but somehow it didn’t go exactly as you planned. sure, you got your win but liv managed to injury you.

rhea watched all the match behind the scenes and a lump form in her throat.

how the heck did liv manage to injury you? she was supposed to keep you safe inside the ring just like you did with her and instead she fucked up and probably costed you a title run.

she should be happy that you weren’t her opponent any longer but she was actually looking for a chance to fight you.

you struggled walking back, helped by some trainers, they let you sit comfortably in the medical area as a doctor checked upon on you.

sprained ankle.

a couple of weeks of no fighting, no training at the gym and no title run opportunity. this was definitely not what you were expecting.

as you slowly walked back to the locker room, you were stopped by the infamous rhea ripley.

“hey…” she greeted you, making you look at her with a confused expression.

“i’m out of your way now, are you happy?” you sarcastically asked her but you saw how serious she was.

“no, not really…i was really looking forward to fight you, can’t believe im stuck again with that mid morgan girl” she said, clearly mad.

her words made you laugh “it won’t be for too long, give me a month to recover and then i’ll happily pin you down the floor” you teased, seeing her blush.

her strong facade fell when you talked dirty to her. she felt her cheeks burn but she tried to keep up with you “i can’t wait for that moment to come then…”

you were absolutely in for whatever rhea was trying to do with you “challenge accepted then, see you in a month” you winked but as soon as you tried to walk again, a sharp pain rang through your foot, making you flinch a little.

“hey, you okay?” rhea immediately asked when she saw the pain expression in your eyes.

“i have to get used to walk with just one foot” you laughed.

“here, let me help you…” her hand softly moved around your hip, helping you back to the locker room so you could gather your belongings and then go straight to the hotel. she walked slowly, never forcing you or your body.

“i didn’t know rhea was a kind one” you joked, making her laugh.

“i’m not. i never liked you y/n…this bubbly energetic person you are, i always hated it…too much pink, too much kindness” she whispered.

“why is it in the past?”

“because somehow your annoying personality caught my attention” she confessed, making you look at her with a teasing face.

“that’s good to keep in mind next time i’m facing you in the ring…” you said making her roll her eyes.

once you got to the locker room, rhea packed all of your stuff. your make up, your clothes, your perfume - the vanilla perfume - and she took the bag over her shoulder.

“do you need a ride to the hotel?” she offered and you couldn’t turn her offer down so you agreed.

as you were settled in her car, you found her to be a comforting presence. maybe she really wasn’t the mean one everyone talked about.

before you could speak, metal songs blasted through the speakers and it took you a couple of minutes to realise that you and rhea couldn’t be more different “do you really listen to that?” you asked, a little confused.

“yeah…it’s amazing” she happily said as she drove.

“it’s giving me a headache” you complained, making her roll her eyes for the second time that night.

“what do you listen uh? let me guess? taylor swift?” she said almost too annoyed.

“hey! she’s a good artist! and no, i listen other people too! i listen to people who actually make music and not scream into a microphone for three minutes straight” oh you were so in for a tease right now and seeing how she scrunched her nose made you feel like you were hitting the right buttons.

“let’s not start or i’ll drop you here in the middle of the road” she joked, clearly amused by the whole situation. you ended up sitting there and watching her driving fast around town.

she helped you with the bags and only left your hotel room once she made sure that you were okay. she even left you her phone number so you could call her in case something happened - as she said.

a week has passed and you couldn’t even lie to yourself - you were actually enjoying texting rhea and having random conversations in the middle of the night with her. you remember texting her once you got home and asked her if she wanted to come over as you were bored and reluctantly she accepted.

she would be lying to herself but you attracted her. you were like a magnet and she couldn’t get enough of you. she would help you any time you asked her.

randomly going through your tiktok, you heard the bell ringing and without thinking twice, you slowly got up and opened the door, finding an adorable rhea ripley with junk food in one hand and a pink fluffy blanket in the other.

you looked at her for a second, too stunned to speak.

“you letting me in or are we going to stare at each other all day long?” she asked, her usual sarcastic tone lingering with some sneaky jokes too.

“oh sorry, yeah, come in…i wasn’t expecting you with food and a pink blanket…i actually wasn’t expecting you at all” you joked, trying to ease the tension a little bit because you had no idea why was rhea in your living room now.

“i was at the supermarket and i had my day off, i saw the blanket and i thought you would like it…here” she handed you the blanket almost as she was annoyed by it, trying to maintain her dark and mean side but deep down you knew that she was a softie.

you gladly accepted the gift and invited her to sit on the couch with you “what about the food?” you teased her, seeing her rolling her eyes at any remark you made was now a habit.

“i was hungry and i thought you would like some food too…” she tried so hard not to go soft with you but your smile and bubbly personality were making it hard for her.

“rhea ripley thought of me? i feel honoured” you laughed making her giggle.

“shut up and eat while i pick a movie…” she stated as she started swiping movies catalogue on netflix.

she chose something fun, something romantic, knowing that it was your favourite genre of film.

“i’m pretty sure you’re studying me so in two weeks you know how to make me lose against you for the title run” you joked, making her laugh.

“honey, there’s no way you’re gonna beat my ass during that run, that’s my title and my title only but i’ll happily pin you down” she turned her face to you, a sneaky smirk on her face as her mind fantasised about the idea of having to pin you down, under her body.

“you so sure about that ripley?” you tested her “what if i am the one to pin you down?

rhea wouldn’t mind having you over her to be honest. in any other situation she would have let you being in charge but not when there was her title on the line.

“we will see in a couple of weeks” she winked “now watch the movie before i put some freaky horror on” she teased you knowing how much you hated horror movies.

“okay mami” you whispered making her roll her eyes - again. you displayed the pink blanket over your body and over rhea’s body too “before you say anything, it’s cold outside and i don’t wanna hear you complain for the next two hours” but rhea definitely wasn’t going to complain. she never had you so close, your body was like a magnet and was so close to hers that it was enough to keep her warm. your head softly laid over her shoulder and even if you couldn’t see her, you felt her body relax against you.

maybe she was going to pin you in the ring but you knew who was really in charge outside of the company and seeing her so calm and relaxed in your presence made you feel something different about your friendship, as if there was something more but you couldn’t really point it out.

spending the rest of the night in each other’s company, joking and laughing about the smallest things.

as the second movie of the night ended, you really needed to stretch yourself out as you grew a little uncomfortable sitting for almost four hours in the same position. she helped you standing up and you slowly tested the water, instead of putting your hands around her shoulders as you always did, you put them around her waist.

the height difference between you two was pretty obvious but that didn’t stop you to have your way with her “i have a feeling you feel something for me” you teased her watching her in her eyes.

“i don’t know what you are talking about…” she tried so hard to maintain her composure but she was struggling, especially when she had you so close.

“so what if i asked you to kiss me? would you back up?” you always been a tease but this was something else even for you.

“no…” she whispered, her eyes softly looking down at you.

before she could make any move, you kissed her. your lips meeting her soft ones, a smile pressed on her face as you kept kissing her “i’m definitely gonna pin you rhea” you whispered, making her chuckle.

“keep dreaming barbie” as she grew more comfortable, her hand moved behind your back and pressed you against her body “remember, it’s always monday night mami…” her devious look was back as if you helped her gain her confidence back around you.

“you know…i’m always in for a challenge…”

yeah, maybe she was the rhea ripley but you knew how good you were and being able to tease her and make her so flustered around you was definitely a weapon in your sleeve.

“we will see pretty girl…” falling in love with the enemy wasn’t definitely her plan but somehow you managed to make her heart beat faster anytime you were close and now she felt like she couldn’t get enough of you.

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i’m receiving a few requests and i’m trying to overcome my writer block 🤞🏼🩷 thank you for your patience and kind words 🩷🩷

[abbyslapdog]

man, i bet some big, beefy woman knuckle-deep in me this holiday would finally fix that faulty wiring in my brain

[writtenbyhollywood]

being rhea ripley’s girlfriend

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i honestly just did this for fun since my vacations just started

[wvllicms]

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Summary: Spending time around Becky's kids gives her the biggest baby fever. WC: 1.7k Warnings: Breeding, babies, pregnancy, pregnancy kink, car sex, sex in a car, blow jobs in a car, strap-on, oral sex, choking, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation

You’d seen her smile today, the smile that always curves her lips in the presence of children; it was free and content and it made your heart practically burst at the seams. It was so effortless and comforting to fall into place beside her, taking your seat next to her on the ground where she played with Roux, joining in with the game they’d created. 

Rhea saw you with the children too, watching fondly as you laughed in hushed tones with Roux, causing mischief with the boy before trying to pass your bad influence onto Archie too. It was silent the way you’d both come to the same conclusion, this is what you wanted next. 

So later in the day, when the children were subdued from their drained energy and the sky was beginning to darken outside, you all made your way to the living room to watch a movie to end the evening. You were only innocently refilling your glass in the kitchen when she rested her chin on your shoulder with her arms snaking around your waist. 

Your breath hitched lightly when you felt her brush against your ass, a bulge you’d not been aware of pushing into you.

“Rhea, have you been wearing that all day?” you whispered, she only smirked against your neck with her kiss. 

“Mhm.” She nodded with her hands inching downwards to rest on your belly. “You’d look so perfect with my baby in you, sweetheart.”

Always the tease, she left you with a kiss on the cheek and a smirk as she left the room. And her teasing didn’t quite stop there with her hand setting up home on your thigh as the movie played and her lips ghosting your ear with occasional whispers to make you laugh. She even went so far as to guide your hand to her crotch, holding in a laugh at the way you’d cough to hide your surprise.

“This could be ours soon, love,” she whispered to you with a grin that matched yours, an innocent facade before her voice lowered and her hand dared to inch upwards beneath the blanket. “You’re gonna look so pretty when I’ve fucked a baby into you.”

She snickered at the way you fidgeted in your seat, looking at her with pleading eyes. It was lucky she adored seeing you look so needy because she grabbed your hand and pulled you to a standing position.

“We’re gonna have to get going,” She smiled at the rest of the group. “I’m getting tired and I need to drive us home.” 

You looked over at her as she drove with her fingers gripping the steering wheel with her other hand on the gear stick, often moving over to rest on your thigh with a smile shot your way. Your conversation was held with an undertone of anticipation of the evening you were both looking forward to, you’re certain your underwear is soaked by now with the growing heat between your thighs. 

“So I think that w- oh, what’re you doing?” She interrupted herself with her words spoken through a large smirk with her eyes flicking down to your hand where it had made its way to her lap. You wordlessly unbuckled her belt with a metallic clink, pulling at the zipper of her jeans. 

You smiled sweetly at her when she glanced over, freeing her strap as she adjusted slightly in her seat. You climbed up onto your seat to be able to lean over, peering up at Rhea through your lashes as you lowered your head until your lips brushed against the tip; she nudged your head lower and your jaw slackened to take her into your mouth with your tongue licking over the length.

“You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you, hm?” She rasped from above your bobbing head, you knew just how to suck her strap in a way that hits against her clit and the sensation and the sight of your head in her lap, her hand cupping the back of your neck, made her ravenous. Your eyes watered slightly with the way she’d lift her hips but god it felt so good, lips wrapped around her cock as it hit the back of your throat. 

You heard the clicking of the car’s indicators before feeling it come to a stop, Rhea tapped your cheek lightly for you to pull away and she loved the perfect sight. Your lips were wet, a string of spit clinging to them from her strap and your eyes were so desperate.

She’d pulled over to the side of the road in her lusting thoughts, lucky enough to take a slight detour to somewhere a little more secluded. 

“C’mere.” she spoke with a nod of her head towards her lap which you instantly obeyed but not before eagerly ridding yourself of your jeans, climbing over to her side of the car with your knees planted either side of her legs. Your hands cupped her cheeks while hers held your waist, pulling her into a kiss you’d both been craving. 

She kissed you firmly with the softness of her lipstick transferring onto you, taking all control with her hands pulling you into her with her strap ghosting against your clothed cunt teasingly. Your hips twitched on their own accord, just chasing down any semblance of pressure while her tongue pushed against yours dominantly and her hands crept beneath your shirt with the bluntness of her nails digging into your skin. 

She was so ravenous for you, groaning into your mouth at your whines and the way your hips tried to move against her.

“Such a needy girl.” She muttered against you, trailing her lips across your jaw, planted kisses beneath your ear with her teeth grazing the skin. “Fuck yourself on daddy’s cock like the obedient thing you are.” She whispered, pushing the material of your underwear aside and positioning the tip of her cock at your dripping entrance.

Your hands held onto her shoulders as you sunk down onto her length, taking it inch by inch as it filled your pussy until it nudged perfectly at your sweet spot and Rhea bathed in the surreal sight of your mouth dropping open with a silenced moan as you began a rhythm. She pulled your shirt over your head with a wanton lust clouding her gaze, unclasping your bra and throwing it aside with no cares of possibly being seen through the windows, too intent on pulling a hardened nipple between her teeth. 

Your movements sent a heat through Rhea's core, the way you fucked yourself hit against her clit and you felt her moan against your chest, biting into the pillowy flesh of your breast with a suck that’ll leave a mark behind. 

“God, you’re so good, sweetheart.” she rasped against you, nearing the edge herself from how worked up she’d gotten. The moan you let out when her thumb pushed over your clit just spurred her on, matching your pace with thrusts of her hips. You came together with unplanned synchrony, breathing heavily against one another’s lips, too starving to allow much time to pass before Rhea's strength was put to good use. 

She easily manoeuvred your body, helping you climb to the back seats closely following behind you with her body straddling yours where your back lay against the leather. You watched her undress herself, discarding her jeans and pulling her shirt over her head with her breasts being set free with a bounce when she unclasped her bra; she smirked at the way your mouth practically watered at the sight. 

Her nipple was hard beneath the flick of your tongue and she sighed at the sensitivity, at the way you sucked it into your mouth with your fingers pinching at the other, palming at the soft flesh. Her hand pushed against your throat and the vibration from your whimpers just urged her on.

Your underwear were pulled away and her cock roughly pushed into your pussy with little warning.

“‘M gonna fuck this needy pussy of yours until you’re a pathetic little mess.” She murmured with her voice low and her hips moving with a teasing pace. “Gonna fill you up with my cum like the breeding bitch you are.”

The hand that wasn’t resting against your neck took a firm hold of your thigh and your legs wrapped around her waist to pull her into you, belly twinging and choked moans falling into her mouth from yours with the way her dick fucked into you. 

“Fuck, daddy- feels so good.” You stuttered out against her.

“Mhm. And you’re taking me so well.” She returned, looking into your eyes lustfully whilst the arousal pooled in her stomach too, her back growing sticky with sweat beneath your fingertips with the way your nails aimlessly scratched her skin making her lips part with grunts of pleasure. “You’re gonna look so perfect with your belly swollen and full with my baby growing inside of your beautiful body.”

Every word she murmured set your skin alight, pussy clenching around her with the lewd wetness of your cunt sounding out in the car with each snap of her hips into yours. Her movements began to stutter with how close she was growing to her release, grasping her bottom lip between her teeth while your moans were nothing but breathy choked grunts. 

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. C’mon, show me how good you can be for me. Cum around daddy’s dick.” 

Her back was littered in nails marks, crescent grooves and light pink scratches, only being added to when she sent sublime waves throughout your body. Every sense was flooded and drowning in Rhea, coming down from your orgasms with sloppy and breathless kisses, teeth often clashing with no cares about the way her teeth tugged at your lip with a metallic flavour left behind. 

Her strap stilled in your pussy, leaving you with that feeling of fullness as she kissed you; her bare breasts pushed against yours and you could feel her body rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her lips pecked along the heated skin of your cheek, cupping your jaw softly before smiling down at you. 

“You think it worked?” You asked which earned a chuckle in return.

“I think we should try more when we get home - just to up our chances.” She shrugged smilingly.

[nostromosdead]

Mother when will Ripley return 😔 I love your writing and I love Ripley even more

omg hello !! tysm—asks here & comments on ao3 really motivate me, so I really appreciate it!!

Let It Rip! (For Better or Worse.) - Part 3

TW for Part 3: Blood & Body Horror

Pssushhh

The soft beep of your cabin door sliding open stirred you from a relatively light sleep. Though, it’s worth mentioning that every sleep aboard the Nostromo had been a light one for you. Strange, sweat-inducing dreams would intermittently disturb you throughout the night. So, a deep sleep here was near impossible, unless it occurred within a cryo-chamber.

Soon after the door’s hushed announcement, a faint warmth brushed itself against your arm’s skin; it was a presence that you recognized before even opening your eyes—Ripley. Her voice, low and smooth, eventually reached you through the dim haze of early morning.

“Y/N… time to get up.”

You groaned lightly, eyes still shut in instinctual defiance as you curled deeper into the thin, sterile sheets. The recycled air of the Nostromo was chilly, but Ripley’s voice sent a flush of warmth through you. You didn’t want to leave the comfort of your bed, especially with her standing there—the thought embarrassed you beyond belief. What if your hair was messed up? Or your breath needed freshening? Or, oh God—what if she saw your underwear? You didn’t have time to think about how this was all your fault for not locking your door—Ripley was so close to you now. So close, you can practically feel the quiet strength in her voice.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. “Come on, it’s not like you to oversleep—that’s why I came to check on ya. You don’t want to miss breakfast. Lambert’s in a mood, and Parker’s already complaining about the rations.”

You cracked an eye open, seeing Ripley standing at the foot of your bunk, arms crossed and a half-smile playing at her lips. She looked softer in this early light, a faint glow catching on the curve of her jawline, and her short-cropped hair slightly tousled from sleep. There was something unguarded about her in these quiet moments, it was a human warmth that made the cold, unnatural, steel walls of the ship feel just a little less oppressive.

You two had gotten a bit closer over the past few days. So far, that mostly consisted of Ripley periodically pestering you into telling her bits and pieces of your current research. Though, every now and then, when the hour was later, she’d come around and ask you a personal question or two.

“Ah. Good morning Ripley, um… I think I might stay in bed a bit longer,” you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep. “Much more comfortable.”

Ripley raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, and the corners of her lips curved into a teasing grin. “Oh come on science officer,” her tone was gruff, yet playful, “I’ll make sure the coffee’s hot. That’ll get you moving.” She reached out, her hand brushing your arm lightly once more—it was a touch that lingered just a little too long to be casual. (Or at least, that’s the conclusion your brain immediately relayed to you.)

You felt your heart skip at the contact, the warmth of her fingers seeping into your skin. There was something so unspoken between the two of you. It was an electric tension that buzzed and buzzed and buzzed whenever you were near her. The problem was that you had no definitive proof as to whether or not this experience was one sided. Sitting up slowly, you felt the pull of her gaze on you. That slight smile of hers was gravitational. You wanted more than anything to orbit around it, a pulse of heat penetrated your chest.

“Alright, alright,” you finally relented, throwing the sheets off and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. The cold metal of the floor sent a shiver up your spine, but you barely noticed, your attention still locked on Ripley. She was watching you with that familiar mix of amusement and something else—something deeper, more intense. Perhaps admiration? Perhaps judgment? Was there something in your teeth from the night before? Who knows.

You slipped on your jumpsuit and boots, the teasing weight of the moment still hanging between you both as you stood to your full height. Ripley gave a small, approving nod before turning toward the door. She paused just as she reached the threshold, and glanced back at you with a glint in her eye.

“Hup two, sleepyhead. Breakfast won’t wait forever.”

You followed her through the corridors of the bulky ship, its quiet hum served as a constant companion for you and everyone else aboard.

When the two of you finally reached the mess hall, the smell of synthetic food and tobacco filled the air. The rest of the crew was already gathered around the long, utilitarian table, laughing and talking over the usual rations. The room was filled with a rare sense of ease, the usual tension of space travel that you had constantly experienced was momentarily lifted by the shared familiarity of morning routines.

“About time,” Parker grumbled as you and Ripley entered, his mouth full of food. “We thought you two were gonna sleep through the whole shift.”

Ripley shot him a wry look before moving to pour herself a cup of coffee. You slid into a seat beside her, still feeling the lingering coziness of your earlier conversation. Across the table, Kane was sitting back in his chair, rubbing his stomach.

“God, I’m starving,” Kane muttered between hurried bites. “Feels like I haven’t eaten in days.”

“You’ll live,” Lambert teased, tossing a piece of bread at him. “Eat too much of this stuff, and you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

The casual banter continued as the crew ate, the small space filled with the sounds of clinking utensils and quiet laughter. For a moment, it was easy to forget the cold vastness of space outside the hull, and the isolation that came with it.

Ripley nudged you gently with her elbow, leaning in close. “How’s the grub?”

You smirked, meeting her gaze. “Oh, delightful. Can’t beat this five-star cuisine.”

Score! She laughed softly, at your cheesy reply. The sound was low and warm, and for a second, everything else seemed to fade. But then, across the table, Kane’s fork clattered onto the metal surface.

The lighthearted mood in the room shifted as Kane’s hand flew to his chest, his face twisting in sudden pain. The room grew quiet, all eyes turning toward him as he gasped for breath, his skin rapidly turning pale.

“Kane?” Dallas called, his voice filled with concern.

Kane’s eyes bulged—his fingers clawing at the table as his entire body convulsed violently. The air in the room thickened with panic as Kane’s choking gasps filled the silence, his face contorted in agony.

Before anyone could move, a horrific, wet crack split the air. It was followed up by a sharp, sickening rip.

The entire table jerked backward as blood sprayed across the white surface, splattering in arcs across the crew’s horrified faces. Kane’s body jerked once more—his chest bulging grotesquely, something writhing just beneath the surface of his skin.

Then, with a final, gut-wrenching burst, a small, serpentine creature erupted from his chest. Its slick, pale form gleaming under the harsh lights of the mess hall. Blood and viscera pooled around Kane’s lifeless body as the newly-born creature shrieked. It was this high-pitched, piercing sound that sent everyone into motion at once.

Ripley’s hand shot out, grabbing your arm as the two of you lurched back from the table, moving as a single unit. The infant intruder twisted its long, sinewy body; its tiny teeth bared as it hissed at the stunned crew. Rich, vibrant blood dripped from its maw, a grotesque contrast to its pale, wriggling form. The room was consumed with the scent of hot iron.

Parker cursed loudly, knocking over his chair as he scrambled backward. Lambert screamed, her hands flying to her mouth in horror. Dallas stood frozen, staring at the creature in shock, unable to move as this… thing writhed its way onto the table, slick with Kane’s blood.

Your heart thundered in your chest, the sheer terror of the moment paralyzing you. Were you dreaming? You were definitely dreaming. Right? No, wrong. Ripley’s right grip on your arm proved to you otherwise. Her breath came to your ears in the form of sharp, panicked gasps. As the two of you finally locked eyes, the horror of what had just happened began settling in.

The creature seemed to pause for a moment, its eyes scanning the room for any immediate danger. When it found none, (as you all were simply too astonished,) it darted away as suddenly as it had arrived. Disappearing into the shadows of the ship, it left nothing but the echo of its chilling cry behind.

The silence that followed was absolutely deafening. Kane’s body lay still—a mangled, bloody wreck, and the creature was gone—somewhere out there, loose in the Nostromo.

You swallowed hard, your mind struggling to process the horror you’d just witnessed. What the fuck. Ripley’s hand, still death-gripping your arm, trembled slightly. And when you dared to meet her gaze again, there was no trace of the earlier warmth. Only fear. Raw, and real.

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: You’re tired after long days but Ripley is always by your side

A/N: Don’t worry I’m getting the requests done and out as soon as I can

Masterlist

Sleepyhead

Due to the catastrophic and damaging events of the Xenomorph you and Ripley are side by side 24/7

You can read each other like the back of your hand

You know each other better than you know your own selves

When Ripley gets tired, she’ll become a little more clingy

She needs a little more affection than usual when she gets tired, but she needs you regardless of her mood

When she’s tired she likes to have naps with you; on the bed under the cover, on the bed with a blanket draped over you, on the couch with the tv on low, or she sleeps in your lap while you mess with her hair

As the two of you have grown even closer she can only sleep in your arms

When she’s tried she loves being little spoon, or sleeping on your chest, or you holding her whilst you lay facing each other

Oh and she has the cutest bed head

Since Ripley shows signs of when she’s getting tired you always know, but you always look out for her in case

Now, when it’s late at night she’ll keep a closer eye on you, she likes to check to see if you’re tired, overtired, or if you’re still wide awake

If you’re still wide awake she doesn’t like to ask you to come to bed because she doesn’t want to cut your night short; even when you tell her to do otherwise

If you’re overtired she simply tells you to come lay on her chest, she rubs her hand up and down your back making little shapes on it, she plays with your hair, kissing your head now and then and she has the tv on low volume and low brightness for you

You end up falling asleep within 10 minutes

Now let’s see what Ellen does when you’re tired

It was late at night now, around 11 and you’d only only just finished up on your laptop for the night. Ellen tucked Newt in to bed about an hour ago, they had a little movie night which is why Newt stayed up past her bedtime. You were tidying up your office, taking some scribbled out paper to the bin and one or two empty coffee cups to the kitchen sink in the small apartment you and Ellen shared on the ship back home. Ripley was in her dressing gown, curled up and comfy with a hot chocolate you’d made her before you packed up your work. She wasn’t tired just yet, so she was sat up watching some episodes on the tv.

You had quickly changed into your sleepwear and quietly checked on Newt before walking to the couch to join Ellen. She turned her head to watch you join her as she uncurled herself and opened her arm that wasn’t holding her drink. You slipped under her arm and curled up next to her whilst her hand came to rub circles on your shoulder. “Hi darling are you finished for the night?” She asked you, and you groggily replied almost falling asleep under her loving touches, “I’m done for now, if I do anymore tonight I’ll die” you stated. She chuckled at your sentence and brought her lips to your head, “We can’t have that”.

Your eyes continued to droop for the time you remained in her one arm embrace. You wanted to go to bed and snuggle alongside Ripley but you wouldn’t interrupt her programme.

You were almost suddenly awaken by a tickling sensation on your stomach and sides, Ellen was trying to tickle you awake. You jumped up and say up looking at smiling Ripley. You must’ve fallen asleep on her and she pulled you down to lay on her lap as she finished watching her episodes, “I think you’re ready for bed sleepyhead”, she said stroking your arm. The tv was now off amd everywhere was fine and safe.

As the two of you approached your bedroom, you eyed up the bed ready for you to jump in to. Ripley gently took your wrist and gave a kiss to your cheek and spoke, “I’ll go check on Newt, you get into bed”, she kissed your cheek and walked off to check on the girl. “Ok sweetheart you quietly replied. You took the opportunity to use the bathroom to brush you teeth and do whatever else and by the time Ripley had walked back into your room you were already all tucked in, snug and smiling at Ellen who stopped at the doorframe smiling at you. You took your arms out from under the covers and held them out to her and she spoke, “2 minutes honey”. As she closed the bathroom door over she smiled to herself at your excited response of ‘ok!’.

Your love was finally on her way over to you and as she was you pulled the covers back so she could skip under them and as soon as she did you placed yourself into her open arms and sighed contentedly. In return she wrapped her arms around you, making you feel safe, and protected, like nothing could harm you. She smiled at your satisfied hum and after she gently spoke, “Honey you shouldn’t work yourself so hard”. Her hands were slowly and gently running up and down your back and across your tense but now relaxed shoulder blades. You responded to her, “I’m so lucky to have you Ellen”. She only replied by tightening her hold on you and kissing your forehead.

Soon she was falling asleep herself, the way your hand draped over her hip and massaged her sides, relaxed her into a state of euphoria. She quickly rolled over to turn the light off and was soon back to you. You lifted your head up out of her chest for a goodnight kiss. She placed her lisp onto yours in a delicate, passionate and loving way. After your kiss she leaned her head against your and said, “I love you, now close your eyes and sleep”. She said before resting her chin on your head, her heart fluttering at your reply, “I love you more”.

[strawberrykidneystone]

ripley girlies i swear i haven’t forgotten about you, im working on your requests i’m just having major sevika brainrot rn‼️

[justmejpg]

Ladies, I say we call all the tumblr Arcane and TLOU WLW writers, and just start spamming WLW stories.

Doesn’t even need to be proofread, doesn’t need to be perfect. We just take back the damn tag. Defend our territory.

[peachy-possum]

This is one of the most lesbian things I’ve ever done