#ellen ripley x reader

[whiskehorange]

Save this for when requests are open but Ripley kisses or maybe helping her with her nightmares bc lordt that woman needs it. Also ily 💜

yes, i love women

Ellen

There are many nights out of the week that Ellen wakes up abruptly in an absolute mess, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Yelling and screaming if her dreams are too vivid

But she couldn’t be anymore thankful that she has you next to her. Before, she was left by herself in the dark to deal with the remnants of her mind. She was never really scared of the dark, but when she woke up from a nightmare, it was very off putting

You’re able to wake up pretty fast whenever you hear Ellen panting or gasping beside you, especially when she jolts up out of a dead sleep. It really only you that can bring her back down

Grabbing her and hugging her to your chest you softly tell her that’s she’s okay, that she’s awake and that no one is going to hurt her. Rocking her back and forth until her breathing returns to normal, stroking her hair to let her know that she’s okay and with you

Ripley clings to you for the rest of the night until she’s finally asleep and relaxed, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t thrash around in her sleep sometimes either

In those cases, you simply putting your hand on her shoulder or rubbing her arm while she’s shaking is enough to get her to slowly calm down and relax her body

Your kisses work best, be on her forehead or the top of her head when the nightmares come. Feeling your skin against hers, when she’s asleep or not, is what grounds her

Her kisses come back very soft and passionate. It’s a way of telling you that she’s thankful for you putting up with her. Kissing your hands and cheeks when she’s woken up, recalling scaring the living daylight out of you hours earlier

[ridingtorohan]

I need Ellen Ripley omg

Don't worry, I have a few requests for her!

You're always welcome to send in your own ideas too.

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Ellen Ripley (Aliens) x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst

Summary: You become anxious, feel like your failing, will you accept Ripleys comforting arms or will she pull you in when you need someone to stop you from drowning

MASTERLIST

She Held You Without Any Talking

Ripley can see right through you

As your a Captain, you need to hold yourself high and as an example but she can understand your mental struggle

She knows you don't like it when she helps because she knows you want to be there for her

When you dismiss the team, she always stays around and she sees you let out a deep breath before putting your hand in your hands

In those moments, she stands up to rub your sore and tense shoulders, or she takes the empty seat next to you and rubs your arm, while placing a longing kiss to the side of your head

But as usual, you let her comfort you for less than 30 seconds before saying she needs to eat, she needs to drink or to rest

She knows you push yourself to exhaustion and further and she doesn't like it

She doesn't like waking up to a cold spot in the sheets next to her

She knows when your close to breaking down and when that happens she knows you go distant and quiet

But Ripley also knows she the one to bring you back into the light

She always checks up on you when she sees you

Ellen either asks you if your ok or she'll watch you eat or work and she'll check for any signs

One night it was getting close to 3:15 in the morning and when she asked, Mother had told her you were still working

Ripley layed in the sheets, her tank top on and was on her back, tv on low and she waited for you, no matter how tired she got

At nearly 4, she heard the bedroom door open and tilted her head to see you hunched over and moving very slowly

That night you got into bed and placed your head onto her chest before hiding your face into her neck

That night she held you as close as she could, she didn't need to say anything

This time she was there for you

She knew that this woul most likely happen again so after you dismissed the team, you paced around the room before shutting your laptop but hung your head

She still had her eyes on you and stood up when you said, "Ellen.. I'm struggling. I feel like I can't cope, I mean what are the team gonna say when they see this. I just feel like a failure."

Ripley knew you were done because you spoke so gently in a broken tone that it hurt her heart

She was beside you now and she knew you wouldn't go to her so she held your face, kissed your forehead and put your head in the crook of her neck

She put her arms around your back and neck and smiled to herself when you wrapped yours around her waist

So that night she helped you change into your nightwear, made you drink and made sure you were warm

Holds you, kissed you softly, runs her fingers through your hair

She says, "Don't you ever think like that. You're better than that"

That night, she held you without any talking

[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

[34plates]

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.”

[nostromosdead]

Hi, I love your Ripley fanfics! Please update again!! I beg you on my knees 😭

Let It Rip! (For Better or Worse.) - Part 5

Ellen Ripley X GN Reader (reader is a paleoanthropologist) TW for blood & gore

A short while later, you and Ripley found yourselves making a meticulous sweep of the corridors near D-Deck. Each corner, each vent, felt like it could be harboring the newly hatched nightmare. As if it couldn't get any worse, the lights in this area greeted the two of you with inconsistency. You clutched a flashlight in one hand, your other hovering near the meager weapon Parker had reluctantly provided—an improvised flamethrower. Nerves jangled in every cell of your body. The Nostromo’s gentle pings and hums echoed, mocking the normalcy of a routine day that had been shattered.

“Keep your eyes open,” Ripley murmured, voice barely audible as she scanned a narrow walkway. The tension between you was undeniable, but it felt different from before. Gone was the playful warmth from earlier that morning. Now, the two of you were bound by a shared sense of dread.

You forced yourself to breathe evenly, focusing on the swath of light cutting through the gloom. “What do we even do… if we find it?” you whispered, the question laced with doubt. “It’s small now—but we don’t know how fast it grows, or what it’s capable of—”

Ripley paused, turning to look at you, a look of bewilderment flashed across her face. 'Ah, dumb question?' You thought to yourself. In the dim corridor, her features were carved by stark lines of worry. But, there was something else, flickering behind her dark eyes: a protective fierceness. “We kill it,” she stated simply. “Whatever it is, it can’t stay on this ship.”

The words settled in your chest, heavy but resolute. Her unwavering certainty grounded you, even if the situation felt more surreal than ever. You gave a single nod. “Kill it. Right.” Duh.

In that brief exchange, you found yourself comforted by her presence. Despite the horror, you were bizarrely grateful that if you simply had to face a monster from the unknown, it was with Ellen Ripley by your side.

A faint scraping sound froze you both in place. Your heart thundered in your ears, your flashlight beam shaking ever so slightly as you swung it to the left. The corridor turned sharply, leading to a T-junction with numerous pipes overhead. You stepped forward: slowly, and quietly.

Ripley tensed, stepping in front of you just enough to shield you with her body. You felt a surge of conflicting emotions—fear, gratitude, and yes, that warm thread of something that had absolutely no place in a deathtrap scenario. But it was there nonetheless, drifting through your veins.

A burst of steam hissed from a vent, making both of you jolt. "FUck-ah..." you cursed, exhaling in a trembling rush. There was nothing there—just the croaky churn of the Nostromo. For a second, you almost laughed at how easily your nerves had frayed. Emphasis on the almost.

Ripley looked at you, a tight, humorless smile tugging at her mouth. “False alarm.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Yeah, lucky me. We should probably keep moving.”

And so, you did. 'Do it bad, do it scared!' You tried reassuring yourself in your head, to no avail. Pressing onward into the Nostromo’s depths, your hearts pounding practically in sync, the terror was still fresh in your minds. The ship’s corridors seemed endless in the faint, flickering overhead lights. Each clang of the hull made you flinch, every vent and shadow felt alive with potential threat.

Yet through it all, Ripley stayed close—so close, you could feel the warm brush of her arm from time to time. Even though each moment dragged you deeper into the nightmare, that small, steady point of contact remained: a wordless promise that neither of you were in this alone.

Somewhere in the darkness, that... chestburster slithered on, biding its time. And you couldn’t shake the feeling that every single thing you thought you knew—from your role on this mission, to the nature of life out here—had changed the moment Kane’s body hit the table.

Whatever came next, it wasn’t going to be simple research and maybe-or-maybe-not so unrequited crushes. It was going to be survival. And you’d do anything to ensure that both you and Ellen Ripley made it through.

A few hours after you and Ripley had begun to search the Nostromo, you found yourselves racing down a narrow corridor toward frantic shouts coming from behind a sealed bulkhead. Your pulse battered your ribs as you spotted Lambert on the other side of a thick glass window, eyes wild with terror. She was backed against a console, slamming her palms futilely against the locked door’s control panel.

“Open the damn door!” Her voice trembled, nearly drowned out by the low, resonant hiss that echoed from somewhere behind her.

You darted forward, your fingers flying over the access keys. “It’s jammed!” you said, throat seizing with panic. “I— I can’t override from here!”

Ripley pressed closer to the glass. Inside the room, overhead lights flickered, revealing a glistening shape slithering along the far wall. It stayed to the shadows, coiling behind crates like some monstrous serpent, its sleek silhouette barely visible in the strobe-like flashes.

Lambert squeaked in horror. “It’s… it’s circling around me!” Her terrified eyes begged you to do something—anything.

Your heart seized at the sight of the creature’s elongated head. Just as the emergency lights flickered, the xenomorph emerged fully into view. Tall, impossibly graceful for its size, it leaned around a crate and fixed its eyeless stare upon Lambert.

"OH SHIT---" you exclaimed, basically involuntarily.

From behind the glass, you and Ripley tugged at the door release, nearly rattling the metal from its hinges. But the lock refused to budge. Inside, Lambert began retreating further, as if there was any corner left to hide in. The alien twitched, its lethal tail lashing the floor with a dull clang, and took another step.

“Lambert, move!” Ripley yelled, banging on the pane. “There’s gotta be a side exit—go!”

But Lambert, paralyzed by fear, could only shake her head. Her eyes flicked from Ripley to you, then back to the towering nightmare blocking her path.

The xenomorph tilted its skull—almost curious. It stood there for a moment, waiting to see if you two would actually get the door open. When your efforts appeared fruitless, it began to drift closer to her---every motion deliberate. You scrambled desperately on the keypad, trying to force the door mechanism. Sparks rained from the console as you attempted a manual override.

Lambert’s trembling hand reached for a jagged tool on the floor—one of Parker’s wrenches, perhaps. She managed only a feeble swing. The creature hissed, dodging with eerie fluidity, then rose to its full, terrible height. You heard Lambert’s final gasp, choked off as the xenomorph lunged.

A horrific gurgling sound cut through the door, and then the lights in Lambert’s compartment went dark. As blood soaked the glass, the rest of the scene became a grotesque secret. You and Ripley slammed your palms against the glass, powerless. For a moment, silence reigned—broken only by your ragged breathing.

Then, the corridor lights fully blinked on, leaving the two of you in a red reflection of your own horrified expressions. Lambert was gone. And the creature was still somewhere nearby.

You and Ripley retreated down the corridor, back into the narrower walkways that cut through engineering. Safe—at least, for the moment. Ripley’s knuckles were white on her flamethrower, jaw set in fury and grief. Your heart still hammered from the sight you’d just witnessed.

Eventually, you found a quiet corner near a bank of ductwork. The overhead lights flickered, casting moving shadows that kept your nerves on edge. The metallic tang of the air only intensified the knot in your stomach.

Ripley let out a long breath, her voice low. “I can’t believe we just—” She didn’t finish the sentence, shoulders trembling with pent-up anger. “We have to stop it before it kills anyone else.” You wondered who she specifically had in mind.

You swallowed hard, fighting back the sour taste of guilt. “Ripley…” you whispered, forced to steady your voice. “I’m—look, I’m no paleontologist, but as a paleoanthropologist—I’ve studied how cognitive skills and hunting behaviors evolved in early human ancestors.” Images of Lambert’s final moments seared through your mind. “That thing in there—it wasn’t just a wild beast. It knew exactly how to corner her.”

Ripley stared at you, the tension in her face easing into the slightest glimmer of curiosity. “Go on.”

You took a shaky breath, recalling the glimpses you’d had of the alien’s skeletal structure—and the bizarre fossils you’d been analyzing. “From what we saw… the xenomorph displayed extremely intelligent, adaptive behavior. It stalked Lambert. Waited for the perfect moment to strike. That’s not random violence—it’s practiced, strategic. And it was watching her.”

Her brows tightened, listening intently. “Meaning... it’s thinking on some level. Problem-solving.”

“More than that,” you clarified, summoning your analytical training to steady yourself. “Our hominin ancestors developed tactical intelligence before physical prowess. It’s how they became apex predators—learning to manipulate environments, coordinate hunts. This creature may be alone... at the moment, but its behavior is so deliberate. Like it’s bridging the gap between mindless beast and cunning hunter.”

Ripley inhaled sharply. “And you saw that in the fossil remains…?”

You nodded, remembering a portion of the strange cranial fragments you’d been hired to examine—everything pointed to an entity with an enlarged braincase. “There was an endocranial cast that... displayed the capacity for advanced neural pathways. At first, I thought maybe The Company thought this was just some weird, evolutionary offshoot—some unknown species with a bigger brain than we’d expect, I mean, why else would they hire me? Now, seeing this alien’s... fleshed skull up close?” You shuddered. “Whatever it is, it evolved to outsmart prey... We are the prey now.”

A heavy pause settled between you. The Nostromo’s hum drummed beneath your feet.

Ripley lowered her eyes. “If it’s that intelligent, we can’t just wander around. It’ll pick us off one by one.”

“That’s the problem.” You let out a humorless huff. “It’s learning our movements. Maybe it’s testing us, figuring out our weaknesses. That’s exactly what hominid brains did during the early hunts—constantly adjusting tactics.”

She placed a hand on your arm, the warmth of her skin momentarily distracting you from the looming nightmare. “Thanks for explaining all that. We’ll use it... and hope you're right,” she said quietly. Her firm grip lingered, a fleeting moment of genuine connection amid the chaos. “We might not stand a chance if we keep charging in blind. We have to think like it. Adapt as fast as it does.”

Despite the terror clawing at your mind, a flicker of something else lit in your chest at her touch—an anchoring sense of comfort, of trust. For a moment, you simply allowed the closeness, the slow burn of adrenaline and relief that someone else was in this with you.

“Come on,” Ripley murmured, pulling back with obvious reluctance. “We need to regroup with Ash, Dallas, and Parker—tell them we can’t go at this alone. We’ve got to set a trap or... or uh something.”

You nodded, forcing your feet to move, even as you cast one last glance at the dark corridor behind you. Lambert’s screams still reverberated in your skull. You clenched your jaw, adrenaline simmering into raw determination.

This monster might be a perfect predator—evolution’s monstrous apex—but no matter its cunning, you refused to let it tear down everyone and everything you cared about. And if that meant turning your knowledge into a weapon, so be it.

One after the other, you and Ripley advanced—the sweet, sweaty heat of unspoken reassurance flaring with every breath you released against the back of her neck. And in the distant halls of the Nostromo, somewhere beyond the flickering lights, the creature prowled anew.

[edgessunflower]

Hi! You should DEFINITELY do more Ellen Ripley x fem reader please 😭, I mean that woman is amazing, who doesn't love her? I beg you on my knees lol

If we have each other

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You and Ellen begin your life together after everything with the xenomorph

Everything seemed like a blur once you and Ellen got off that ship back on earth going back to your homes only for you to call her after being unable to sleep and on edge leading to ellen coming to your place with Jonesy before the two you ate Chinese takeout while a random movie played as background noise between the two of you. That night was the first of many nights between the two of you leaning on each other that soon led to feelings forming between the two of you over the next four months as the nightmares, anxiety, and paranoia got worse for both of you and led to getting therapy which helped both of you truly process what happened and work through the anxiety and paranoia that slowly dissipated over time but even despite that it never truly went away for either of you, "If we have each other, then that's all we need to get through this" one night things changed when you stayed with ellen at her place before the feelings over the last eight months poured out leading to a kiss being shared and things slowly falling into place for both of you as the next few weeks passed by and then two months went by with the two of you officially being together with it being so natural that it felt like the two of you had been together for as long as you've known each other. After a bit more time ellen moved into your apartment and things fell together like a puzzle with what happened on the ship and the xenomorph seemed like a far off dream but it was always in the back of your minds like it was yesterday but the two of you kept the promise to each other that as long as you had each other then that was all you both needed to start over and live after your shared and life changing encounter with the xenomorph in space and no matter what may be in your way the two of you would handle it together hand in hand.

[strawberrykidneystone]

I’m having such bad Ripley brain rotttt…. but could you please write something with praise and overstimulatuion with her fjdskdj sorry I'm so bad at wording these this is my first time requesting ^_^; 💕 i need herr..

AHHH TYSM FOR THE REQUEST HERE YOU GO ANON <333

[doobs]

asks and fanfiction

okay so im so sorry to the one person who asked me to write a fanfiction, i wrote something but then it was crap so i canned it and now i haven't had motivation to write another (there wasn't much ripley x reader interaction lmao, it was more just a storytelling)

but yeah i am accepting asks but dont expect i'll get back to you instantly, it really depends on how im feeling im so sorry haha!

but thank you so much to the anon who asked :))

[whiskehorange]

I was at work all day and almost missed the notif that requests were open! I’d like to request head cannons for Ellen Ripley, Will Graham, the Looksee, Danny Torrence, Candyman, Tiffany Valentine, Sidney Prescott, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Spencer Reid, Olivia Benson, and Elliot Stabler with a writer S/O that uses their experiences/lives as inspiration? Sorry it’s a bit of a mixed bag of folks lol, thank you!!

So, tumblr only allows 10 images per post, so please forgive me for combining two sets of characters together! ALSO: Danny is completely based off of his character from the book! So if it doesn’t line up with the movie I’m sorry but also fuck them for changing his character

Ellen

Ellen is all for you writing about what you’ve been through and experienced. It makes for a much more personal story and means so much more to not only you but people who can relate to what you’ve finished. She’s more than happy to help you in writing or editing, even giving you her own experiences if you’d like to get a bit of outsider information. God knows she’s got a lot of stories to fuel your imagination for a while.

Will

Will loves seeing you have something that puts you at ease at the end of the day, even if it’s talking or taking notes about your day. Being able to sit with you and give your drafts a read is something he looks forward to doing at the end of the day, too. As much as he’d love to take you out and give you the chance to have new, and maybe better, experiences with him, he doesn’t want to barge in on your life and put himself into something so personal for you. Little does he know, you look forward into starting a new chapter, literally, with him.

Danny

He can’t lie, the first time he really caught wind of you being a writer, he was a bit nervous. He felt like he just really couldn’t get away from his past, but once you answer his numerous questions about how you feel about writing, what you write about, when you do it, he feels much more at ease. You manage to convince him that it can be pretty therapeutic, for you at least, and fun! Danny isn’t too sure he wants to open those boxes and put them on paper just yet, but he’ll look forward to the upcoming sober chapters of his life with you.

The Look-see

In all honesty, he could watch you write and jot down your outlines just about all day. It’s one of the reasons he didn’t kill you in the first place. You were able to get over your grief by writing down your past experiences and pain all into one collective narrative. Why don’t more people do that? Well, he still wants to get his kills in but... still. Maybe he can feed off of grief with paper, he’ll read it somehow. Use echolocation so the sound bounces off of the led on the paper, I don’t fucking know.

Candyman

Writing is sure a pure form of art, Daniel can respect that. Of course, that means that he is more than willing to be your proofreader and editor after you’ve been working just about all day. It brings him joy to discover so much about you and your past, even if some of them aren’t too good. Everyone’s got a little baggage to them, but he’s willing to be there to help you carry it. He can be there to help you write it, too!

Tiffany

Tiffany thinks it’s so badass! I mean, shit, why didn’t she think of that? She’d have one fucked up book, but it’d be funny to her. Tiff loves to read your stuff like it’s an action novel, asking you loads of questions about certain events that actually happened. So you actually based this piece off of getting trampled by a camel? Get the fuck outta here..... please tell her more she’s begging, she’s never seen a real camel. Are they real? Just tell her your story from day 1.

Sidney

There’s been too many mock books and false narratives about her story already, so she hasn’t really bothered to put her real story out there. But she’s glad to see that your stories and writings are much more tame and enjoyable to read than a halloween-brand killer chasing her that ended up being her boyfriend and his best friend. She’d much rather read about your first encounter with water. Almost drowning, but still pretty funny for the both of you.

Emily & Spencer

Emily is all for you writing to get your emotions out, even if you do it for fun! She writes just a little bit in her spare time, or even when she’s on the plane, but insists on you sending her copies of what you’ve wrote so far for her to read. If you write on your computer that’s even better, you can just send them to her like that. Every time she reads something by you she can’t help but smile, no matter what it’s about.

Spencer loves to read your work! He thinks it’s a good ideas too, there can be a lot of benefits to writing memories and emotions down on paper, or a doc. He’s more than happy to edit your writings if you ask, but you’ll probably find little pen corrections here and there on whatever you’ve given to him to pick through. Even talking about it with you at the end of the day is fine with him.

Rossi

David writes, so he knows just how your brain functions one somedays. Don’t even get him started on writers block, but it’s different for him to see someone writing just based on their experiences, and then turning it into it’s own story. It’s more interesting than an autobiography, but more personal than a fictional piece. You can definitely find him at the end of the day sifting through your notes and finished pieces, even the ones you didn’t want him to read yet while you’re asleep.

Olivia & Elliot

Olivia strongly advocates for you to continue this sort of writing. She’s seen and read tons of books based on traumatic experiences, but this is a good refresher, and she gets to read it in the making. Her favorite part of your process is hearing you talk out loud to yourself when writing. Your though process says a lot to her.

Elliot, while advocating for this type of writing as well, is definitely more of a snoop than anything else. Of course, you’re okay with him reading what you’ve got, making piles of finished and WIPs that you’d rather him wait to see. But do you really think that’s gonna stop him from looking through those when you’re asleep or away? No. He just feel better knowing just about everything about you to make sure he’s doing things right.

[ridingtorohan]

Hi! Can I do a request for Ellen Ripley from Alien? 😼

Of course!

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: The newly married couple adjust to some new accessories…

A/N: This is only a short but there are more works in progress

Newly Weds

You and Ellen had recently gotten back off your honeymoon. You’d been married for just over 4 months now. You had a simple but beautiful wedding; just what Ellen wanted. She didn’t like a fuss being made about her, she told you countless times and although you were prepared to go all out for her, you were also prepared to give her the wedding she dreamt of. You’ve been together for 4 years but settling down together back onto earth with Newt took its time, especially after the years you’d spent with Ripley up in space, never thought you’d touch the Earths surface again, especially after the multiple attacks from Xenomorphs, being stranded on a planet, and being right in the middle of a Queen Xenomorphs nest. It was around another 4 year when the three of you were finally settled into your new home, and new lives on planet Earth with Jonesy and Newt.

And so when you both took your first holiday abroad to where Ellen and Newt had chosen to go to for the first time ever, you proposed. You didn’t want to overwhelm Ripley too much, but it felt right to have a photographer or two hidden round the corner. It was a simple but heartfelt proposal; you got down on one knee, took her hand, vowed your life to her, and popped the question. After she said yes a million times over Newt was squealing and jumping up and down in her little summer dress that Ellen had bought her after a girly shopping day. The ring was everything Ellen had wanted. So when Ripley said yes, and you’d embraced each other nearly in tears, you bent down to Newt and promised to love her and protect her forever, when you surprised her with a little silver bracelet with her name engraved on it.

When you got back home you shared the news with all the Marines at a weekly dinner/family time you all had. Safe to say they nearly broke the dining table and chairs they were all that excited.

Your wedding was beautiful. You were both dressed exactly how you wanted. Ellen was stunning that day, you tell her she’s stunning everyday but on the day you married one another she had a glow to her. Throughout your ceremony and vows you never took each others eyes off the other. Of course, the Marines and their families came to the wedding. Newt was the flower girl, Vasquez and Hudson were the bestmen/woman. Drake argued with Hicks because they both wanted to be in charge of decorations. Gorman and Bishop were in charge of food, Bishop was very particular as he wanted to make sure his best friends’ wedding went exactly to plan, as well as pleasing the guests. Ferro and Apone were in charge of everyone and ensuring the cake was military protected.

When your ceremony was over and both wedding rings were on you walked down the aisle having the marines chuck flower petals over you while everyone was their own photographer. Newt was skipping behind her loving parents down the aisle picking up some petals to put behind her teddys ear. When you sat at the table ready for food and cake at the end you and Ripley were hand in hand, only parting now and then see to friends, and see families of the marines… who were up and dancing with Newt before the cake had been cut. Some gave a speech and some felt their eyes water at the speeches, but no matter the emotion or reaction you and Ripley were sat together, souls and hearts interlinked. When it was time to cut the cake you both had your hands covering each others as you pushed the knife down through the 3 tiered cake. When you both got a piece cut, Ripley putting a small bit of cream on her finger, letting you lick it off, because shoving her whole piece of cake in your face. Even though it almost caused a food fight, the venue erupted with laughter and you swear you’d never seen Ellen’s smile so bright.

The night was drawing to an end. Some were clearing off and others were staying slow dancing or finishing off the cake. Vasquez had took Newt home with her partner for the night as she saw the small girly was tired and wanted to give the new brides a chance at focusing on one another. You and Ripley whispered some sweet and soft words to each other, arms wrapped around each other and soft kisses were placed gently. Later that night you went back to the fancy hotel that everyone had booked and went up to your en-suite room, there was some more cake but especially made for yourself and Ellen. And when I tell you that cake was put to use that night, it was. You consummated your marriage, so to speak, for hours that night. It was rough, slow, sensual, rough, slow, and sensual. You experimented and touched each other like you never had before. Kisses lasted longer, lingering fingers lasted a little longer than wanted as some grew impatient, the cake was drawn up each others body’s and the others tongue ran up and licked it all up. And clothes… yeah the clothes were ripped off.

The next morning you woke up admiring one another. Admiring your wife. It was a proud feeling to finally call Ellen your wife which you told her so that morning. And all she did was stare deeply into your eyes telling you softly that she loved you while she did her best to comb down your bedhead hair with her fingers.

And so 4 months on you were driving back from a shopping run with Ripley in the passenger seat and Newt safely and securely buckled up in the back with her teddy, getting through a doughnut you’d bought her, and softly singing along to the music you’d put on that she’d requested.

You had your hand resting in the middle of Ellen’s thigh gently caressing it with one or two fingers when you didn’t have to use two hands while driving. It was one of the small things Ellen majorly appreciated. She feels loved, acknowledged, and seen when you do the little things. Now this, your hand on her thigh whilst you were driving a 4x4, she found extremely hot, but she found it caring aswell. She was playing with your wedding ring, spinning it round on your finger and polishing it with her T-Shirt when she could. She’d gained a habit of these; if you were holding hands she’d play with it, in bed cuddling her arm would be resting over yours and either playing or stroking your ring. She thought she couldn’t already but she finds you even more attractive now that you’re wearing a wedding ring. She likes it because it looks good on your but also because she knows everyone can see you belong to someone. She likes it on you because she knows you like to show it off. Fiddling with your ring caught your attention to which at the next red light you leaned over to kiss her which she highly appreciated. She intertwined her fingers with yours and said, “This is staying on”.

[slurrmp]

okay but listen ... if i did a 13 x reader and gang but ... did a crossover with alien would any one be .... interested. (hacks up lung bc uh ripley x reader might come into play as well) but honestly ... i have been dying to do something like this for ages. and iM....

[nostromosdead]

Let It Rip! (For Better or Worse.) - Part 4

Ellen Ripley X GN Reader (reader is a paleoanthropologist) TW for blood and gore (like in Part 3!)

A deep, guttural shudder seemed to ripple through everyone near the table as the realization sank in. Kane was dead—or at least what remained of him certainly was. The eerie quiet that followed was broken only by Lambert’s ragged breathing, Parker’s low curses, and Dallas’s hushed attempt at regaining control. Somewhere in the distance, the ship hummed its usual mechanical lullaby, indifferent to what had just transpired.

Instinctively, you pressed yourself closer to Ripley, trying to quell the panic that surrounded you from all other sides. Her hand, still clinging to your arm, shook faintly. Her grip was definitely going to bruise you. No one dared breathe too deeply, as if the creature might slink back in. I mean, what if it could be drawn by the smallest hint of movement or sound? You certainly wouldn't be the one to take that fucking chance.

Finally, after what felt like a million eternities, Dallas found his voice. “Jesus Christ… Lambert, uhh... get the med kit. Parker—grab a… blanket or something. Please.” His tone cracked under the weight of the moment, all pretense of calm leadership crumbling.

Lambert rushed off, clearly shaken. Parker seemed as though he, too, wanted to bolt, but he steadied himself with a visible swallow and moved to grab something—anything—to cover Kane’s body. You were beginning to get the vibe that there wasn’t really a 'proper' protocol for… whatever this was.

Meanwhile, you and Ripley still stood side by side. Unsure of whether to help or simply stay out of the way, your eyes began to truly absorb the scene. Your heart hammered erratically, your gaze glued to the pool of blood spreading beneath Kane’s chair. A swirl of nauseating dizziness threatened to knock the air from your lungs. The sweet reek of the gore and the acrid tang of blood on hot metal conjured the worst sort of reminders: that you were out of your depth, and there were absolutely no graduate-level courses, or any amount of Weyland-Yutani company training, that could have prepared you for this.

But then, there was that low, familiar voice.

Ripley’s words oozed through gritted teeth as her harsh grip finally turned your arm loose. You desperately wanted it back.

“We need to… get him—get him out of here, he shouldn't be left sprawled out like that.” She glanced at you then, her eyes dark with shock but still resolute. “Y/N, help me.” It wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement. A nudge, to pull you back from the brink of dissociation.

Your gut twisted at the thought of approaching Kane’s body, but you swallowed hard and forced yourself to nod. Though you were used to working with dead things, they were looong-dead things that typically lacked any semblance of soft tissue. And you had no choice but to assist, if you wanted to hold onto any semblance of control.

Careful not to step in too much of the blood, you and Ripley crept forward. She pressed a hand against the back of Kane’s shoulders while you gently supported what remained of his torso. You tried not to think too hard about the unnatural weight shift that came with the gaping hole in his chest. The wet, slack tilt of his head. The emptiness in his eyes. You swallowed against the bile creeping up your throat and lifted.

It felt like ages before the two of you laid Kane on the floor. Parker, finally, returning with a blanket or tarp of some sort, helped you cover him as gently as one can in a crisis like this. (Which is to say, not particularly gentle.) Blood quickly soaked through the fabric, but at least it offered a thin veil between the man you’d shared a meal with just minutes ago, and the mangled remains he’d become.

Dallas exhaled shakily, running a trembling hand through his hair. “We need to find that thing—whatever it is—and kill it,” he said. His voice was tight, barely concealing his panic. “Parker, Lambert… let’s see if we can track where it went. Make sure it didn’t crawl into any critical vents or compartments.” His gaze flickered to you and Ripley, and there was a glimmer of guilt, or maybe relief, at your presence. “Ripley, start thinking about how to report this. And Y/N---… do what you can here. We’ll—just be on comms if anything happens.”

With one last horrified look at the damned tarp, Dallas, Parker, and Lambert hustled out of the mess hall. The door hissed shut behind them, leaving you and Ripley alone in the space that smelled of blood, sweat, and steel.

For a few moments, neither of you spoke. It felt like if you tried, your words would be sucked into the vacuum of shock radiating from the stark reality at your feet. Ripley’s breathing was shallow, but she kept her composure better than you could have hoped in such a situation. The fact that she was unsettled only made your own panic intensify, like a flame starved of oxygen.

Finally, you broke the silence, voice barely above a whisper. Your fear began to flirt with curiosity---you were a scientist, after all. “He was… fine. Just… fine,” you managed, remembering the banter at the table, Kane’s easy grin moments before. “How does a thing like that even—?” You couldn’t finish the question.

Ripley shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I have no goddamn idea, but we have to focus. There’s a lot going on right now.” She swallowed, her voice raw. Her eyes flicked to you. “Y/N, are you okay?” It felt less like a genuine question, and more like a plead for you to pull yourself together, for her sake.

But, that question actually made you want to laugh—though it wasn’t humor you felt. It was more of a hysteria edging on mania. Am I okay? Did that term even apply anymore after witnessing a monster explode out of your colleague’s torso? But, you didn’t want to be alone with the panic roiling in your gut, so you answered the only way you could.

“No,” you stated, deadpan. “But, I’m here.” And that would have to do.

Ripley reached out then, her touch fleeting on your forearm—like she was granting you permission to be undone, if only for a second. The moment was fleeting, but you latched onto it like a lifeline.

Squaring her shoulders, the mask of a practical Warrant Officer returned. “We should—” Her mouth thinned again. “We should move Kane somewhere more secure, eventually. Ash might have an idea of what we’re… dealing with.” Her expression tightened, like she wasn’t entirely sure about that. This event seemed outside even mechanical wisdom. “And after that, we’ll have to figure out how to help track this thing.”

A fleeting urge to sprint back to your desk and compare its slick, ridged exterior to the fossil fragments you’d been handling nearly overtook you. The resemblance was uncanny—and nauseating—like your usual digs turned inside out, but with the remains still very much alive and lethal. Those archaic bones had hinted at something strange, but seeing it in the flesh was horrific. Was that thing really the key to those bizarre fossils you’d been agonizing over? The realization tied your stomach in knots. For now, though, with fresh gore spattered across the deck and a newly hatched nightmare stalking the corridors, you assumed any further research would just have to wait.

“Right,” you finally answered. “Let’s… let’s find Ash. Maybe if we can get some sort of medical readout on Kane, we can figure out at least the… biology… of that thing.” You dreaded the thought of sifting through the carnage, but figured knowledge might be your only edge against the unknown.

Quietly, you and Ripley dragged yourselves out of the mess hall and into the corridor. The walls seemed to press in even closer now, every hiss of the Nostromo’s mechanical workings echoed ominously. Ripley took the lead, but her usual measured steps were taut, each one betraying her tension. You followed close, the memory of her comforting touch still tingling in the form of bruises on your arm. Bruises formed in tenderness... you shook away the rest of that thought.

The journey to the small infirmary-like corner of the sci-med bay was a blur primarily consisting of adrenaline and dread. You half-expected the creature to slither out of the shadows at every junction. Ripley’s shoulders remained rigid, her eyes flicking back to you every now and then, as if to make sure you were still there.

Ash was waiting—or, more accurately, he was perched at a terminal, hands gliding over a panel. His eerily calm demeanor hardly matched the crisis unfolding around him. When he noticed you both enter, he stood. “Ripley, Y/N,” he greeted, his voice tinged with a bizarre, almost clinical neutrality. “I heard the commotion. I assume our… new lifeform has made itself known?”

You fought the impulse to retort with something acidic—like "Kane is literally dead, you bitch"—but held your tongue. You weren’t sure why your hair prickled at the back of your neck whenever Ash addressed you. Maybe it was the same sense of secrecy that Weyland-Yutani insisted upon. Maybe it was that quietly unblinking stare.

Or maybe you were just paranoid.

Ripley exhaled sharply, setting her jaw. “It killed Kane. Burst out of his chest. We need an expulsion plan immediately.” She glanced your way, as though picking up your train of thought. “And maybe... to do that, we need to figure out what the hell it is.”

Ash’s eyes gleamed with a reserved interest. “I see.” There was a fleeting flicker of something in his expression—fascination, perhaps, overshadowed by an overly formal veneer. “I’ll begin scanning the… remains… to gain some insight. I will need Kane’s body, of course.”

Ripley flinched, but her voice remained steady. “It’s in the mess hall, covered, but…” Her gaze dropped for a second, a faint tremor in her jaw. “Just—be respectful, Ash.”

He nodded curtly, his voice flat. “Of course.”

You stared at Ash a moment longer, an uneasy feeling roiling in your stomach. The small lab area you’d been calling your own was attached to this same bay. The lockboxes with the abnormal remains waited just beyond a sealed door. Suddenly, it felt less like you were studying them, and more like they were pulling all the strings.

Before you could dwell on it too long, a flicker of motion across the hallway window made you jump. It was only Parker rushing by, but you almost expected to see that thing. You realized your fingernails were digging half-moon crescents into your palms.

“Come on,” Ripley said quietly, her voice pulling you back into the moment. “We’ve got a job to do. Let’s see if the others need help.”

You managed a tight nod, forcing your shoulders to straighten. Whatever meltdown you were destined for would have to fucking wait.

[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

taglist: @fandoms-will-be-the-death-of-me @ke1996 @sevikasfan @lez-zuha

[strawberrykidneystone]

Will you ever write more for Ripley? I love your alien fics so much and I would luv to see more of that ^_^ 💓

anon i have a half finished ripley fluff with your name on it‼️‼️‼️ hopefully ill finish it soon im just going through immense arcane brainrot rn but tysm for the love on my alone fan fics!!! <333

my requests are open if you have anything specific that you want for ripley!! <333