#ellen 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.

[strawberrykidneystone]

she xeno on my morph til i rip(ley)

ellen ripley x female reader

summary: ellen and y/n have a rare moment to themselves since waking up from hyper sleep

a/n: y’all i watched the alien movies for the first time this weekend and im obsessed

tags: y/n and l/n used, the crew has barely woke up from stasis in this, knee grinding, pussy eating, fingering, stone top ripley

ao3 version

“hi there lieutenant.”

ripley smirked as she heard her girlfriend’s chipper voice, knowing that the rest of the crew was either occupied in the kitchen or already in their sleeping pods for the “night”. they were currently at the end of the bridge in one of the suit storage rooms, the one farthest from the sleeping pods. conveniently the one with the most privacy.

“l/n” she acknowledged and turned to look at her, giving a curt nod.

the two of them smiled at each other and y/n strode over to her, her arms wrapping around ripley’s neck as if drawn in by a magnet.

“i missed you.”

“it’s barely been an hour y/n.”

“still.”

ripley shook her head affectionately and snaked her hands around her waist, leaning down before planting a soft kiss on her forehead. y/n leaned forward as her lips connected with her forehead, feeling ripley’s pull back and chin rest on the top of her head. she rested her head on ripley’s chest for a minute, relaxing in her lovers arms in a moment of solace. y/n cheekily lifted her head up and started kissing ripley’s neck, trailing behind her ear and nibbling on the lobe. ripley hummed in appreciation and slid her hands down her lower back. she splayed her hands over her ass cheeks and squeezed playfully, causing y/n to lean deeper into her embrace while letting out a squeak of surprise. y/n kissed a trail under ripley’s jawline and trailed back down her neck, tugging down the front zipper of her jumpsuit.

ellen grabbed her hands and tsked disapprovingly, looking down at her eager girlfriend with raised brows, “now now honey, is that any way to ask for what you want?”

y/n huffed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing she had to play nice if she wanted to get what she wanted.

“…can you please take off your clothes?”

“that’s my good girl.”

ripley slapped her ass before drawing her hands back and slipping her arms out of her jumpsuit. she then quickly kicked off her boots, leaving her in just a whole tank top with white panties. y/n glanced down and bit her lip as she saw her happy trail peaking in between the border of the thin white shirt and panties, noting her perked-up nipples from the cold air in the room. ripley guided her to walk backward until she hit a wall, desperate to take her own clothes off but letting her partner take the lead.

ripley cupped her face in both hands and pressed her lips into hers, quickly followed by a nip on y/n’s bottom lip, allowing her to explore her mouth and her tongue. she was never one for subtleties and the two massages their tongues together in an open mouth kiss, moaning every so often as the two couldn't keep their hands off of each other. ripley had her own agenda and unzipped y/n’s suit, shucking it off sloppily as she continued to kiss her.

the two pulled away from each other for air, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. ripley licked her lips and trailed her eyes down y/n’s body, wearing the same undergarments that she was. y/n blushed under her intense gaze and looked away bashfully. ripley crooked her finger under her chin and guided her to look back at her, slipping her leg between y/n’s thighs and pressing her knee against her groin. y/n gasped at the sudden contact and subconsciously started grinding against her knee. ripley leaned down and kissed her neck, sucking on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder and biting down, leaving a dark red mark with her teeth branded into her skin. y/n whimpered and ground down more intensely against her knee, her panties getting soled with her own juices, flushing even deeper because she knew ripley would be able to feel it.

y/n’s shirt was pulled down to reveal her breasts, her nipples perking up in the cold air. ripley immediately got to work and sucked in the buds, her teeth scraping the sensitive tit as she pulled back with an audible ‘pop’. y/n’s head leaned back against the wall behind her, pressed her chest into ripley’s mouth as she switched to the other side. ripley was softer on the other nub, using her tongue to massage it with less teeth pulling back once again. she kissed her lover deeply and rubbed her sides, moving her knee up to match y/n’s wet grinding.

ripley kneed down in front of her and hooked her thumbs under the sides of her panties, quickly forcing them down. y/n stepped out of the soiled undergarments and kicked them off to the side. ripley hooked one of her knees over her shoulder and plunged her tongue between her lips. she lapped at her wet labia like a dog drinking water on a hot day, absolutely enthralled by her taste. y/n tangled her hand into her hair and mined out her name, rocking her hips on her tongue. ripley reached her hands up and squeezed her hips, rubbing a figure 8 shape on her clit with her tongue. she pulled back panting, licking her lips, and looking up at y/n to savor her fucked out face. y/n whimpered and tried pushing her face back into her pussy. she chuckled and kissed her lips, burying her face into y/n’s bush, inhaling her scent deeply. ripley leaned in and sucked directly on her clit, slipping 2 fingers easily inside of her. she thrusted her hand, curling her fingers every so often, and continued massaging her clit with her tongue, increasing her speed gradually. y/n arched her back off the wall and opened her mouth up in a silent scream as she reached her peak, gushing all over her mouth.

y/n panted and looked down at her beautiful girlfriend, her fluids glistening over her mouth in the dim light. ripley smiled sappily up at her with nothing but love in her eyes. she pressed her lips into hers, inviting her to taste her own orgasm on her lips. y/n giggled into the kiss and pulled back, running her thumbs over her cheeks.

“you get better at that every time.”

“practice makes perfect.”

“promise you’ll be in the sleeping pod next to mine tonight?”

“of course honey.”

the two shared another brief kiss before getting redressed, interlacing their fingers with each other as they headed back to the sleeping station.

notes: my mouth waters every time i look at this woman. recently saw romulus and SPOILERS:

the human-alien was actually creepy like omfg it was so good

[edgessunflower]

Hi I was looking at your Drabble list and wanted to know if you would be willing to do a combo of: 💘(falling in love) 🦋(flustered) for Ripley x reader please? I feel like I’m not the only one who would be yearning for her while on a mission with her, like ugh I just wanna bring her things and make her happy

Always have

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You fall for Ripley while dealing with Xenomorphs and it doesn't help that you're always flustered when you're alone with her

"Y/N, with me" you turned your head when you heard Ripley speak to you as everyone decided to split up which you truly didn't know why but you followed behind ripley as the two of you walked through the hall checking each room you found for whenever this strange creature everyone saw earlier was as you tried to calm your racing heart and the warmth flooding through you not because you were scared or completely on edge but being around ripley always made you flustered and as time went on it grew to where you couldn't be around her alone a lot. A blush formed on your face when you saw Ellen after the two of you got sprayed by the sprinklers on the ceiling feeling warmth flood your body even despite the cold water making you feel a bit chilly almost falling when you looked away before she caught you staring at her unable to control yourself because god even without trying she was so pretty and it only made you fall for her more as well as being even more flustered, "You good?" you hummed turning your head to ripley as she repeated her question before you quietly nodded leading to the two of you hiding in a corner of the hall together when you found the creature who had managed to get on the ship only for the two of you to find out that it was more than an odd creature but an alien which made the situation and put everyone's safety on the line not knowing just what this creature was capable of but everyone would soon find out but it wouldn't be the only thing that would be found out along the way as everyone fought for their lives. Ripley was relieved when she found you after the two of you got separated only to find you hiding in a supply closet shaking almost knocking her down when you ran and immediately wrapped your arms around her trying to keep yourself together knowing that crying wasn't going to change anything or help anything that could happen from this point on as ripley hugged you back speaking softly telling you it was okay to be emotional as tears flowed down your face, everything seemed like a blur and didn't feel real even despite everything that you and ripley had seen as the two of you walked hand in hand while wearing space suits with it now only being the two of you left after everyone else were killed by the alien with the two of you deciding to take one final stand as you turned your head only to see the alien right before ripley opened the airlock leading to the ailen being sucked out and blown into space as you cried softly in relief sending out a distress call before you couldn't hold back leading to you pulling ellen into a kiss which she returned holding each other with no words being said as the two of you walked hand in hand to the sleeper pods.

[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.

Masterlist

Writing Info

Do ya’ll want a part 2?

[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.”

[localspiderboy]

Rewatched the alien series and now I really wanna write about ellen ripley so send requests if you have any

[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 :))

[ridingtorohan]

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

Of course!

[benevolentcalamity]

Code: S.O.S [Epil.][Xenomorph x Fem!Reader]

Hey, I'm back, did you miss me? I felt this needed an extension since cliffhanger endings in... Really anything are the worst if there's not gonna be a sequel.

And for you thirsty bitches that wanted monsterfuckery with the Xenomorph - are you okay by the way - you get a one-shot. If it's popular enough, I'll make a full-fledged series. Scout's honor.

Also, I had an anon before that was digging this series. I hope they come back to see the redone Chapter 3. (Yea I think about anons that give me genuine criticism, what about it)

CURTAINS!

"Vitals are stable, and the medicine's been administered. [Last Name], can you hear me?"

Through the shining haze, you find Yutani's face, squinting as even the minute aches in your legs are ground to nothing. As the anesthesia courses through your blood, she tugs a clipboard and writes on it with precision and speed inhumanly possible. Before long she's finished four forms and put the clipboard back aside.

Comforting, her gloved hand reaches and undoes a few tangles in your oily hair. "How are you feeling?"

After a moment your lips manage to part. "... Hungry..."

A soft chuckle, and she pats your shoulder. Looking over to another crew member, she raises her head. "Tran? We're still well-stocked on supplies, right? Please make sure we have some stew, if possible, after the surgery."

"Understood, Doctor." Some footsteps, and your chin is lifted from your head falling to your chest - and the moving equipment.

"Don't look at the surgery, look at me, alright?" She instructs. Once she has your full attention she sighs, relieved. "I hope you don't mind, we managed to clean out the rest of that ship. The Far Reach is lucky, to have had only one of those creatures on it. You're very brave, to have fought it on your own."

Swallowing, you manage a nod. "... Anderson...?" Your eyes are too tired to move.

"Anderson is okay." She accompanies this with a minute glance toward the door. "... We're very lucky we found you so soon. The alien inside your chest isn't big enough to be a risk to your life during the surgery."

You lift your head, and she stops your motion of looking once more.

"... Do I smell bad?" Maybe a dumb question would help lift your mood.

Yutani chuckles deep in her chest, patting your shoulder. "Like you just crawled out of a bonfire on a carrier ship." The jovial tone in her voice helps you relax further, with her eye flickering towards your chest, and then the monitors. "... Here, allow me."

Before you can question her, her hand sets the pen aside, and rests over your eyes. Harshly you drag a lip between your teeth, inhaling sharply. Weirdly no pain, but you feel the sensation of something clinging onto and then being forcefully removed from near your heart. For a moment your chest spasms from the feeing, with a grotesque squelch and a series of hisses to follow.

Right when you can bear the mystery no more, the machine makes a buzz and a few harsh clicks, before something wet snaps in two. By the time Yutani lifts her hand, the machine is beginning the process of stapling and stitching you back together.

"Not a minute too soon." A relieved sigh makes her heave.

"... Have you done this before?" You ask, eyes falling to the process. By her reaction, the worst part of it is over, and you have no reason to really be scared. Apart from, well, surgery being something you'd rather not be awake for.

"Mhm. This was made... shortly after the discovery of the Xenomorphs," She replies. "We're approaching the finishing of backbursters as well."

What? "Back... bursters...?"

"Oh. There's a mixture of Yautja and Xenomorph out there. While few, we must be prepared for every kind we meet." She taps the pen to her brow along this train of thought. "The only way to win is not to meet them, but should we, well, we're prepared now."

The intercom beeps, both of you raising your heads. An instinctive wish to not be alone has you reaching for Yutani as she retreats to answer it.

Pressing the button, she clears her throat. "Yutani."

"Yutani," Tran's voice rings through. "A call came in for you. It's her."

"Right, send her through." A few seconds after Yutani's go-ahead, her phone rings. In one quick motion it's at her ear. "Hello? Yutani speaking." Then her lips curl upward. "Yes, she's awake and stable - being stitched up as we speak."

Her eyes flicker to meet yours, and the assurance calms you once more. With a nod and a tacit farewell, she passes the phone to you. Swallowing, you pray you don't sound raspy.

"Hello? [Last Name]."

"[Last Name]. My name is Ripley. Ellen Ripley." Her voice carries strength and resolve, like she had fought a thousand battles and remains who they made her into. "Do you have time?"

"Yes, absolutely. It's nice to meet you, Ripley."

[bxnnywrites]

🖤 Killers Reacting to Nervous!Reader Holding Their Hand (Pt. 2) 🖤

AN :: Since my last one was well received, I decided to do another one as a quickie! I'm also testing out a new layout so lmk what you think!! Hope you guys enjoy <3

Characters :: Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni), Eva MacMillan (The Trapper), Frank Morrison (The Legion), Susie Lavoie (The Legion), Bubba Sawyer (The Cannibal), Ellen Ripley (Bonus!) Pt 1 Here [link]

༉ Kazan Yamaoka :: The Oni

[PT: Kazan Yamaoka: The Oni]

✴ He's surprised by it at first, your small hand in his giant one.

✴ It puts into perspective just how tiny you are compared to him, though these days it's rare for anyone to be bigger than he is.

✴ You're so small, so frail. It gives him a surge of protectiveness, the need to keep you safe.

✴ He leans over and brings the back of your hand to his lips, kissing it softly, gentlemanly.

✴ Fucking hell that makes you blush even more.

✴ He chuckles a bit, ruffling your hair with one hand. A small act of affection to let you know you're safe.

✴ He will keep you safe, no matter what.

༉ Evan MacMillan :: The Trapper

[PT: Evan Macmillan: The Trapper]

✴ Honestly? He's a bit nervous too.

✴ He won't admit that though, won't even show it. Him? Nervous over someone holding his hand? Nah, he would never.

✴ He squeezes your hand in return, pulling you just a bit closer, but doesn't have much immediate reaction to it.

✴ Absolute sap about it in private though, can't stop thinking about it. It was so simple but it reminded him that you loved him, only him.

✴ The next time you're together he takes the initiative and holds your hand first. Keeping you close to him to really let everyone know who you belong to.

✴ Fuckin dork.

༉ Frank Morrison :: The Legion

[PT: Frank Morrison: The Legion]

✴ Aw, lookit you! You're so nervous from just some hand holding.

✴ "You're damn cute when you blush like that, babe."

✴ You pout in return and he chuckles, pulling you a bit closer and kissing your forehead.

✴ "You're just provin' the point, y'know?"

✴ More pouting and he's grinning ear to ear, bastard that he is.

✴ But you suppose that's why you love him in the first place, cocky son of a bitch.

✴ Anyways, similar to Michael, his hand now. It shall be returned within 3-5 business days. Dw about it.

༉ Susie Lavoie :: The Legion

[PT: Susie Lavoie: The Legion]

✴ asdfghjkl;'

✴ Oh my god hand? Hand Holding???? You are Holding her Hand?????

✴ Screaming internally

✴ You're blushing so much oh fuck you're so cute you're so pretty

✴ What does she do oh shit fuck uuuuuuh

✴ Holds your hand tighter, trying not to implode from her own nervous wreck of emotions.

✴ Eventually, and very quickly, she kisses your cheek.

✴ Trying not to die from her own blushing and embarrassment.

✴ You give her hand an affirming squeeze, smiling at her, and she relaxes.

✴ God how did she get so lucky?

༉ Bubba :: The Cannibal

[PT: Bubba: The Cannibal]

✴ You...you're holding his hand?

✴ You're so gentle, your hands are so small, so soft.

✴ He could crush your hands if he wasn't careful, a similar worry to Michael's.

✴ But you were holding his hand!!! Your dainty little hand was in his!!!!

✴ It was a sign you loved him, really loved him!

✴ He starts giggling, he can't help himself. He doesn't even notice how nervous you are, consumed with his own delight.

✴ Pulls you into a really, really tight hug. One of the ones where you have to remind him to be gentle.

✴ He makes an apologetic noise and nuzzles his face into your hair, picking you up bridal style to hold you close.

✴ He's so happy you love him, he loves you just as much. He's so darn lucky to have you.

༉ BONUS :: Ellen Ripley

[PT: Bonus: Ellen Ripley]

AN 2: wifewifewifewifewifewifewife

✴ Damn that's sweet.

✴ Sweet like the feeling of fresh coffee in her veins, like hearing her cat purr against her chest.

✴ And you're so damn cute all nervous like this, it makes her heart sing.

✴ God she's so glad to be trapped in this hellhole with you.

✴ She kisses the back of your hand and runs her thumb over it gently, giving you this look that lets you know you mean the world to her.

✴ And you look at her the same way.

✴ Wordless but full of meaning in such a simple touch. Affection that goes beyond what words could describe.

✴ The other survivors are gagging from how sweet you two are.

Final Notes :: I'm a big butch lesbian so I added my Wife as a bonus because this was a bit of a sausage fest (besides Susie, perfect lil angel baby). It was weird writing romance for Susie tbh bc when I look at her I'm just like "Ah yes, my child." because whenever I play as her I get weirdly protective and if she gets palette stunned it becomes like, a personal offense. That's my fuckign niece dude!!!!! But I know some peeps would love to be romantic with her so I am here to provide. As is the authors duty. If you make it weird I'm shanking you behind a Wendy's.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to rb and follow if you enjoyed!! <3

[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.

[strawberrykidneystone]

coming home

ellen ripley x female reader

summary: after waking up 57 years later, ripley works and has made somewhat of a normal life for herself. coming home to her girlfriend in their shared apartment makes everything worth it

a/n: save me ellen ripley!!! WHERE ARE MY STRAP SUCKERS‼️‼️‼️

tags: ellen ripley strapped up, strap sucking, stone top! ripley, spanking (one LOL) , fem!bottom!reader, finger sucking, fingering, cheek slapping but not really, spit as lube, doggystyle, hair pulling, implied squirting, blowjob, aftercare

@rubixcuby HERE YOU GO‼️‼️‼️

ao3 version

it had been a really long day working on the dock. all ripley wanted to do was to go home, pet her cat, and fuck her pretty little girlfriend.

she saw the familiar front door of her apartment as she trudged down the hallway and felt a weight lift off of her chest, the day’s trouble immediately forgotten. she opened the door and chastised jones as he tried to escape out the front door, quickly shutting it behind her before he could successfully escape.

“i’m home,” she called out into the shared space and slipped off her shoes, kicking them to the side. quickly correcting herself as she knew she had a bad habit of just leaving her shoes out in the open, she picked up her shoes by the heels and placed them into their proper cubby by the door. she couldn’t help a smile tugging at her lips as she saw her lover’s shoes in their respective space next to hers. even the simple things still made her heart flutter.

“hi honey! i’m in the kitchen,” y/n called out as she was finishing up dinner on the stove, a thick hearty stew that would keep as good leftovers for days. (this meal prep shit is easy/j)

jones weaved himself between ripley's legs and purred, nuzzling his face against her calf. he feigned innocence as if he wasn’t just trying to escape out the door, but ripley couldn’t stay mad at him.

ripley smiled down at him and slung off her backpack onto its designated hook by the door. she reached down and scratched the orange tabby behind the ear, giving him a few pets down his back before walking deeper into the apartment, guided by the delicious smell coming from the kitchen.

y/n hummed to herself as she added a small pinch of salt to the chunky mixture. she turned the heat down a little and set the stirring spoon to the side. turning around, she was immediately met face to face with ripley, practically nose to nose by how close they were. ripley smiled at her and snaked her hands around her waist, pulling her flush against her torso. y/n giggled and wrapped her arms around ripley’s neck, tilting her head to the side inquisitively.

“well hi there love, how was your day?”

ripley groaned in response and pressed her face into y/n’s neck, shaking her head. y/n threaded her fingers through her hair and scratched at her scalp with one hand while detangling the curls with a loose claw with the pther. a relaxed sigh left ripley’s lips, her hot breath sending a small shiver down y/n’s spine.

“that good huh?” y/n teased, knowing that ripley usually came back from work exhausted and ready to go to bed.

ripley shook her head again, a slightly annoyed grunt leaving her lips. y/n was somewhat used to this, her girlfriend wasn’t particularly a chatty person in general but work just seemed to drain her socially and physically. she didn’t mind, a quiet house after work for the two of them wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“c’mon try the stew, you’ll feel better with some food in your stomach,” y/n insisted and patted ripley’s back, attempting to turn around. ripley tightened her grip on her waist and lifted her head to look her lover in the eyes. she didn’t want to eat, she was craving something else.

“baby, why don’t you go get my harness ready instead?”, ripley said in a low voice, reaching past her and turned off the stove dial.

y/n visibly perked up at the proposal and felt her face heat up, a deep flush spreading across her cheeks. now it was her turn to be speechless. she opened her mouth to respond, immediately turning to putty as ripley leaned down and pressed deep kisses into her neck, sucking light marks onto her supple skin.

“mmm elle,” she shakily breathed out, arching her back as she felt one of ripley’s hands press into the middle of her back while the other wandered down to her lower back. she spun the pair around so that her back was now to the stove and placed a few pecks all around her face, a cheshire cat grin adoring her features, "go ahead baby, I'll be there in a second."

y/n bit her lip and nodded, reluctantly pulling away from her lovers embrace at the promise of what was to come. she turned around to head into their shared bedroom and a loud smack resonated through the room as ripley slapped her ass. y/n yelped and looked back at ripley with a light-hearted scowl as ripley looked to the side, pretending that she was not the offender of the spank. y/n shook her head with a playful huff and quickly skipped to their room, digging out the black harness from its designated box under the bed.

ripley carefully put the lid over the pot and prepped two bowls on the counter for when they were done with their extracurricular activities. she glanced around the room and saw jones asleep in his cat bed, nodding to herself. she was relieved that she wouldn't have to shoo him out of their bedroom, she always felt guilty kicking him out like a random roommate.

she waited another minute before heading to the bedroom, her eyes full of love as she saw her strap neatly waiting for her on the bed and y/n kneeling next to it, stripped down to her underwear without ripley even asking.'

ripley cooed and crooked her finger under y/n's chin, tilting her head up to look at her. always so eager for her, y/n could already feel her damp panties clinging to her lower lips in anticipation for what was to come.

"such a good girl for me, god you're gorgeous," she whispered huskily, raking her eyes over y/n's body eagerly waiting for her.

she leaned down and ghosted over her lips, smirking as she felt y/n's breath hitch in anticipation. ripley pulled away and chuckled as she watched her lover try to chase her lips, a whine escaping from her soft lips.

ripley tutted and wagged her fingers side to side, "patience love."

y/n held back a pout since she knew she would be punished if she complained, so she simply nodded and sat back on her heels. ripley petted the top of her head and placed a kiss on the crown of her head.

ripley made a show of slowly taking off her work shirt, not taking her eyes off of y/n as she was left in a white tank top with her perky nipples pressing against the fabric. she shimmied off her jeans, leaving her in a pair of red plaid boxers. y/n licked her lips as she admired her girlfriend's toned body, especially her defined thighs that were peaking out of her loose boxers. ripley slowly ran a hand down the front of her torso, slipping into her boxers. not breaking eye contact, she sighed in pleasure as she circled her soaked clit in a few tight circles. once her fingers were thoroughly coated in her slick, she brought her fingers up to y/n and tapped her chin, "open."

y/n's jaw opened obediently, and ripley inserted her fingers into her mouth, flattening her pointer and middle finger against her tongue. “suck,” she commanded and y/n instantly did as she was told, hollowing her cheeks out to suck on ripley’s fingers and bobbing her head enthusiastically. ripley thrusted her fingers in time with y/n’s sucking, biting her lip as y/n looked up at her with hooded eyes filled to the brim with lust. once she deemed her fingers clean, she pulled her fingers out of her mouth, giving two soft taps on her cheek as a silent ‘good job’.

she grabbed the harness off of the bed and stepped into it, settling the loops around her hips and adjusting the straps to sit comfortably around her thighs, as well as her pelvis. she picked up the 8-inch black dildo off of the bed that was resting next to the strap. she threaded the toy through the loop in the middle of her harness, the plastic cock horizontally sticking out and proud. she felt y/n's eyes trailing on her and watching each of her movements intently, yet still waiting for her with the patience of a saint.

god, she was so lucky to have her.

ripley turned her attention back to her sweet y/n, feeling herself clench as y/n looked up at her with those eyes. she grabbed the fake cock by the base and smeared the tip over her lover's lips. "tongue out baby," she purred lifting the cock off of her lips.

y/n opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, eyes laser focused in on the cock before her. ripley tapped the tip of the cock against her tongue a few times, teasing the tip into her mouth. she used her free hand to cup y/n's cheek, rubbing her thumb along her cheekbone. "deep breath for me princess," she instructed, watching the woman beneath her take a deep breath before sliding the cock into her mouth.

she trailed her hand from her cheek and tangled in her hair, grabbing a fistful and giving a soft tug upwards, taking care as to not push her mouth onto her cock, but a simple reminder of who was in charge. y/n waited with the cock barely halfway in her mouth, deciding to be obedient today in order to reap the most reward for her efforts. ripley chuckled and loosened her grip on her hair, taking her hand off of her cock and putting it on her hip, "go ahead and suck sweetie."

y/n eagerly began bobbing her head on the cock, taking it only about 3/4 of the way inside as to not choke on it. she moaned around the cock, the thought of it being inside of her soon causing a new wave of arousal fluid to coat her lower lips. she made eye contact with ripley as she pulled off the cock and slowly licked the underside, placing a soft kiss on the tip. ripley let out a soft 'fuck' and couldn't take her eyes off her pretty girl as she languished at the plastic cock. she could feel her patience wearing thin, something snapped in her as she watched y/n gag on the silicon cock, taking as much as she could with the tip grazing the back of her throat. ripley took her cock out of her mouth and gave her hair a good tug before letting it go, “all fours on the bed, now.”

y/n shivered at her command and pressed her thighs together as she felt herself clench around nothing. she loved when ripley used her 'lieutenant voice', as she liked to call it.

quickly turning over on her hands and knees, y/n arched her back and adjusted her legs a little bit wider. ripley kneeled on the bed behind her and groaned as she saw her beautiful girlfriend immediately ready to take her in. she hooked both of her index fingers into the side of her panties and ripped them off, throwing them to the side of the room. y/n whined about the ruined set which, fell on deaf ears as ripley unhooked her bra, haphazardly slipping the loops off of her arms. ripley shushed her and pushed her face into the pillows, growling out, "I'll buy you a new set, now stay there slut."

running her index finger and middle finger down y/n’s slit, ripley twisted her fingers to get them fully saturated in her fluids. slowly tearing the water, she was easily able to slide her index finger inside of her with no resistance, easily able to add her middle finger to join inside of her wet walls. y/n moaned as she felt ripley’s long fingers curl inside of her, she was so wet that she barely needed any prep at all. removing her fingers with a stretching scissoring motion and quickly licking them up, ripley grabbed the dildo at the base with one hand and held y/n’s hip with the other.

ripley pushed her tip in between y/n's lips, lathering the tip in her juices. ripley leaned down and spit onto her cock as well, stroking the lubricant over the whole shaft.

ripley lined up the tip with y/n's slit and slowly pushed in, relishing in the strangled gasp that her lover let out. slowly sliding in inch by inch, ripley was mesmerized at seeing the thick cock disappear inside of her girlfriend and how well she took every tantalizing inch. once ripley’s hips connected with y/n’s ass, she paused to let her adjust to the thick length inside of her. ripley gripped the sides of y/n’s hips, leaning forward as one hand reached under and started rubbing circles on her engorged clit.

y/n panted and twitched as she relaxed with the cock inside of her, the stimulation on her clit combine with the slightly new angle of ripley leaning over her had her squirming for more. ripley could read the signs of her body like the back of her hand and drew her hips back with only the tip still inside of her before slamming deep inside. she quickly set a deep, yet quick pace that had y/n’s eyes rolling to the back of her head. mouth open in a wordless scream, y/n let herself be fucked like a rag doll, giving her body completely to the woman she trusted most in the galaxy. ripley sped her rhythm up, pumping herself into her wet heat and moaning like a dog in heat as if the plastic cock was truly attached to her. each snap of ripley's hips brought her closer to the edge with her lover hitting her g-spot with almost every other thrust. burying herself inside of y/n with and pulling y/n back against her with a bruising grip on her hips was the closest thing that ripley would consider heaven.

y/n grabbed a fistful of the sheets in front of her and gasped out, "'m close!" as she felt herself fluttering around the cock, the knot in her stomach close to snapping.

"that's it baby, cum for me," ripley moaned out, leaning forward and connecting her chest with y/n's back. she reached forward and covered y/n's hands with hers, her rhythm getting slightly sloppier as she was determined to make her lover cum. with one particularly deep thrust, y/n quickly came undone and let out a high-pitched moan as her juices gushed around the cock and started to drip down her hole. ripley continued with a few shallow thrusts to let y/n ride out her high, planting a few soft kisses across her shoulders.

"you did so good for me baby, so so good," she mumbled and slowly pulled out the cock from inside of her lover, straightening her posture back up. y/n sighed blissfully and slid her legs down so that she was lying flat along the bed on her stomach.

ripley climbed off the bed and slipped off the harness, somewhat carelessly tossing it next to the laundry basket so she remembers to clean it later.

she walked into the bathroom and wetted a soft washcloth with warm water, quietly walking back into the room to avoid disturbing y/n if she was already asleep. ripley knew she was awake when she gently wiped between her legs and y/n twitched, whining muffled by the pillow that she was resting against. ripley chuckled and whispered a soft ‘sorry baby’ before cleaning up along her thighs.

she hung the washcloth on the side of the laundry bin and laid down on her back in bed, pulling y/n on top of her. she rubbed y/n’s back and kissed the top of her head, tossing a thin blanket over the two of them. using her free hand to card her fingers through y/n’s tussled hair, she continued to draw shapes on her partner's back. y/n buried her face into the side of ripley's neck, mumbling a quiet "love you" before completely passing out.

"i love you too," ripley returned lovingly, closing her eyes as a wave of relaxation washed over her with y/n's body weight grounding her overtired mind.

coming home to her truly made it all worth it.

a/n: ily ripley, pre-first alone movie fluff in the works (((: also rip they stew ig

[edgessunflower]

Back to back bitch

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You and Ellen fight together against the alien queen

Your heart pounds as you and Rebecca or more commonly known as Newt hide under the floor staring at the alien queen above you. The next thing you knew was the queen was chasing rebecca quickly managing to jump out of a loose space in the floor and grab the flamethrower across the room right when Ripley in the power loader suit "Get away from her you bitch" you quickly grab newt and hold her behind you with flamethrower in hand as ripley deals with the queen until you see the second mouth ready to pop out quickly throwing a random piece of metal at the queen pointing flamethrower at it "Not today you bitch" tourching some of it's face until the pod bay doors are open screaming as you watch ripley still inside the loader be grabbed and fall down with the queen as you hold newt tightly when the other door opens and begins to suck everything out of the ship screaming even more trying to hold onto to something until Bishop grabs you keeping you and newt from being sucked out of the ship as the doors are closed back. You hug ripley tightly feeling the adrenaline wear off as newt holds bishop's hand as the four of you head to the stasis chamber cleaning up after bagging up bishop "Ellen wait...I love you" she smiles as newt sits and watches the moment between the two of you, you and ellen had been friends a year before everything happened on the Nostromo with the first interaction with the Xenomorphs and slowly during the hell you both went through together it led to the two of you falling for each other and finally after another journey of hell the two of you poured them out leading to a sweet moment of caresses and hug followed by an emotional kiss laughing when newt makes a gag noise before giggling as the three of you share the last moments of being awake before going back to hyper sleep with ripley to your right holding her necklace you had gave her years earlier in your hand while newt was on you left peacefully asleep.

[darkenedreaper]

you should like... totally do more ellen ripley x fem!reader nsfw headcanons.

(asking for a friend)

(ofc)

(would never be me requesting that)

(totally not asking for me)

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Fluff

Summary: oh yeah

A/N: oh yes *cracks knuckles*

MASTERLIST

When She Wants It

Alright alright let me just start off by saying; UGHHHHHHH

This woman literally WORSHIPS your body

When she's in the mood, she's in the mood

When Ellen is horny and she wants to release some frustration or some anger; you're in for a long night

Please she's such a SWITCH

Sometimes Ripley can be sitting staring at you and she'll get horny

When she does get turned on, she's not one to verbally show you (yet), but she does physically show you (*smirk*)

Definitely gets more clingy when she's turned on; for example

You two are sat down cuddled up watching a movie, and she's watching you watch the movie

She's admiring your features and her fingers are playing with your hair

While she's admiring you she gets a little hot, then she gets hotter and she realises she needs you right then and there

She becomes a little more clingy and touchy because she places her legs over yours and starts moving them very very seductively

And trust me she knows how to get you riled up, and she'll do it

When her touch becomes more heavier or her hands roam a little more than they should be doing she takes the time to watch you; she's looking for any signs that you don't want to have sex right now because she would never force you

But she can see your chest rising up and down heavier than they were before, and she likes what she sees

She looks for the hint of redness in your cheeks or neck that tell her you're flustered, and if you saw her smirk when she finds it o h m y g o d

"Honey I wanna go upstairs", she speaks in an innocent and soft tone

Loves teasing you

When she has teased you she leaves you gobsmacked for a while after before calling you up the stairs

As said before, she's a switch so when she doms you she loves to have her way with you

She absolutely loves eating you out, she loves hearing your moaning knowing that she's the one causing your noises

CALLS YOU A GOOD GIRL

You don't know what it is with her but she loves to spread you out, she forced your legs open, resting her arms on them to overstimulate you when she can

But she loves seeing you spread out for her, sometimes she'll tell you to spread yourself out, but when she does, she likes to spit on your clit and lightly mess around with the little bud

She knows every way you like being touched, and she gets it right every time

Ellen is actually very open in the bedroom, as long as nothing hurts you or her in extreme ways

Sometimes when she's come home from work she'll stalk you out; she'll either silently question if you're in the mood by wrapping her arms around you and kissing your neck, or she'll pick up on your mood and be straightforward and she'll tell you she wants to fuck you

She can be a romantic and softie in bed but that usually changes if you get naughty, and she'll take great pleasure in fucking the attitude out of you

Now when you're horny, it's a different ball game

Sometimes she'll keep you waiting on purpose, she loves to tease you, and she loooooves to edge you, oh and she loves to hear you begging for her

Call her Lieutenant and you won't need to beg anymore, she loves it

There's no set time for when you and Ellen have sex as you have bust lives with work but you always make time for intimacy

As said Ellen is very open in the bedroom which makes you feel safe with her

You had come on your period this week and it was the first time you were on your period whilst being in a very active relationship, of course with Ellen

One time you had just gotten out the shower and she was waiting for you on the bed

As she saw your still wet body covered in a towel you were immediately complimented in the sweetest and naughtiest ways

But you were on your period

When you reminded Ellen you were on your period, she just shrugged her shoulders and led you over to the bed

You were complaining about how there would be blood everywhere and how you thought Ripley would be uncomfortable

She tutted and walked out of your bedroom leaving you alone before coming back with a fresh towel and some wipes

Safe to say you were more than happy to have sex now as each time you do happen to be open your period she lays a towel down and uses her fingers on your pussy and she latches her mouth onto your breasts, neck and mouth

It doesn't phase her, and you do the same with her

Whatever position she's in in the bedroom, Ripley is very affectionate, after all you ground her, and she has a level of intimacy and comfortability with you she wouldn't have or want with anything else

And by the way she can go for hours

Ya'll who wants a Part 2

[danisnotmyname]

here's a crumb of something, in case you're also traumatized by Alien 3. Hope you don't mind it's not strictly Reader because I can't think of a better situation to do hurt/comfort.

Hi, OMG! We need more Ripley x reader please! 😭

🥹🥹🥹 I’m trying to finish my other prompts first but I’ll see what I can do, writing Ripley/reader would be a nice break