tw: somnophilia, dubcon, smut.
You hadn’t slept for days. All the work with the evacuation of the colony where you and Ripley lived had drained an entire week's worth of energy, and when you tried to sleep, all you could hear was the shrill alarm in your head. Ripley hadn’t slept for days either, but that was normal for her; spending so much time in space and in cryogenic sleep had stripped away her ability to sleep without help—anything from sleeping pills to induced sleep.
She had left in the morning to handle loose ends regarding her contract with Weyland; you stayed home preparing food, which she never ate because she hadn’t made it back in time for lunch before needing to head out again.
At the moment, you were lying in bed. You had stolen some of the pills prescribed to Ripley because not sleeping was driving you crazy—you were paranoid, your body was beyond exhausted, and your mind was racing at a billion miles an hour. The medicine had caused a drowsiness that felt like it was pulling your body into the floor; at one point, your legs couldn't hold you up, and because of that, you spent most of the night lying in bed but without actually sleeping. You felt genuinely drugged and understood why Ripley hated taking medicine. You wore a white satin nightgown that reached your thighs, and the lower half of your body was tucked under a warm faux-fur duvet to protect you from the unusual cold of the colony. Your hair was loose, spread across the satin pillow Ripley had bought so you wouldn't mess up your hair in your sleep.
You don’t know how long you stayed between sleep and lucidity. Maybe two, three, or four hours. You would sleep for a few minutes and wake up feeling your body heavy, but at least the more time passed, the less your body ached.
It was around 1 AM when you heard the front door being unlocked with a key. You hear someone entering and bury your face in the pillow as the bright light from the living room lamp pierces through the small crack in the bedroom door and hits your eyes. You hear footsteps toward the room and then see Ripley entering through the door. She was still wearing the leather jacket she’d left in; her hair was disheveled from the cold night wind, and she carried her bag, which looked a bit too heavy. She leaves the bag on the dresser and takes off her boots. She stops in front of the bed for two seconds and examines your face, concluding that you were asleep, and then deposits a kiss on your forehead—delicate and loving—before heading to the ensuite bathroom. She tries her best not to make noise; you notice the caution with which she moves things, opening and closing the door slowly.
You don’t move this whole time.
You don’t know how long she stays in the bathroom. Maybe ten minutes. You heard the shower turn on shortly before she entered; the hot steam escaped from the gap under the door, and you could hear the small sighs of relief echoing in the bathroom.
It was a difficult day. You can tell by the way she carries herself.
She arrived with heavy shoulders, disheveled hair, and slightly wrinkled clothes, carrying that bag she always overstuffs when she takes things with her. It’s also evident in the way she sighs in the bathroom, as if the hot water is washing away all the exhaustion of the day. You tilted your head as much as you could to lift your face, but it fell back onto the pillow. You groaned sleepily, shifting a bit in bed and feeling the nightgown slide up above your thighs, exposing a bit of your backside, but you didn't care.
A few minutes later, Ripley emerged from the bathroom with a towel, rubbing her wet curls. She wore only a white tank top that left her nipples more exposed through the fabric and white panties. She loved sleeping semi-naked, always maintaining that she felt less weighed down by the day that way.
You felt Ripley’s gaze on your body by the way she stood still in front of the bed with the bathroom light on. She stood there for a few seconds before turning off the light and crawling onto the bed, covering your hip with the duvet so you wouldn't be exposed.
She was always kind to you.
She lay down beside you, her face very close to your head, where she leaned in to smell your hair that you’d washed earlier. She murmured something you couldn't hear, and you felt her large hand slide around your waist.
“Are you awake, sweetheart?” she whispered. You shifted slightly in bed. “Can you hear me?”
“Mm hm,” you murmured, barely able to speak. Sleep was consuming your body like an anchor tied to you.
She nodded softly, her hand sliding along your waist as if making sure your skin was still as soft as the last time she saw you. She moved closer, pressing her body behind yours until you could feel her nipples against your back. You sighed softly, feeling her mouth press—not kiss—against your shoulder. Her gaze moved to your face as if checking that you were out enough not to be able to respond to that kiss. You lifted your face slightly; your heavy eyes were directed at Ripley’s face, which you could barely see except for the silvery moonlight.
She had dark circles and tired eyes.
She began by kissing your shoulder—small, light, gentle pecks across your back and nape. She brushed aside the hair on your neck to deposit a light kiss on your jugular. You sighed softly, and she interpreted it as approval. Because of that, she began to kiss your neck with an open mouth and a bit more intensity, though her hands remained gentle on your waist.
“I’m very sleepy…” you whispered so faintly it barely sounded like a sentence.
“Hm? What are you saying, baby?” she whispered softly, her nose sliding against your ear before she lightly bit your earlobe. Her hand began to move under your nightgown.
You try to say something, but you can’t; your body is heavy, and you’re having trouble even keeping your eyes open. She doesn't stop there. You feel her calloused fingers slide along the edge of your panties, and it draws a whimper from you. You want to have the strength to say something, but it seems that just feeling the heat of her body makes you helpless and vulnerable.
She moves to climb on top of you, positioning her hips against yours but not putting her full weight on you. She slides her hand from your panties to your face and makes you look at her. Your eyes are drooping and your lips are slightly parted to breathe.
“Give me a kiss,” Ripley smiles.
Your eyebrows knit slightly because you can't even move properly.
“Mm? Don't you wanna kiss me?” Ripley whispers softly in your ear.
You groan and try to lift your face, but only manage a few centimeters before your face falls back to the pillow.
Ripley laughs softly, but not unkindly—she’s almost admiring. She deposits a wet kiss below your ear before licking your cheek, whispering, “Let me give you a kiss then.” She lifts your face by the chin and kisses your lips affectionately and sweetly, and you can feel her tongue against yours.
You can barely reciprocate. She kisses you, and you move your lips for only a few seconds before she takes command of the kiss. You make every effort to kiss her back but can’t. She laughs softly against your lips before whispering in that low, husky voice:
“My pretty girl is so sleepy she can't even kiss me.”
“Poor baby,” she whispered amused. Her free hand slid down your hip and grabbed the hem of your panties, trying to pull them down.
You use all your strength to whisper, “E-Ellen…”
“Shh..” she interrupts you, “You'll thank me later.”
“Please,” you whisper softly.
“Please what?” She whispers back, playing with the waistband of your panties, poking the curve of your butt with her fingernail.
“I-I… I can’t…” You whisper so softly you can barely hear, but you feel a shiver down your spine from the way she touches you. And Ripley notices.
“What can't you do, baby?” At this point, she's provoking you.
You can't answer, and she laughs softly, finally taking off your panties completely and throwing them to the other side of the room.
“You can't stop me. But don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be gentle, and you'll thank me later with your pretty little mouth.”
You whimpered when she dug her nails into your buttock, caressing the sting immediately after as she lowered her face to kiss your neck. She slid her hand across your back and thighs and kissed your neck to prepare you; Ripley would never use you this way if she weren't sure you were ready to receive her.
And gradually, you became aroused. You wanted to move, to hit her, to push her away, or to pull her close and beg her to fuck you, but your body wouldn't allow it. All that was left was to lie there, still and drowsy at her mercy—and the idea that at this moment she could do whatever she wanted with you excited you.
She readies you bit by bit, kissing that spot on your neck that weakens you, squeezing your waist and thigh while caressing your backside or back with those large, loving hands, whispering dirty things that are barely audible just to excite you… at one point, your body trembled, and you hated yourself for giving in so easily.
She slid her hand from your backside to the inside of your thigh, opening your legs before burying her face between them. Ripley kissed your groin before sliding her tongue over your folds, collecting the moisture present before spitting on your cunt and starting to truly go down on you.
She was careful with her tongue, holding your backside with both hands while making low sounds of pleasure as she performed oral sex. She slid her tongue over your clitoris delicately before sucking it hard enough to make you whimper.
On the other hand, you were a mess. Your thighs trembled, your body broke out in a cold sweat, but you whimpered and moaned softly against the pillow because that was the most your body could do at that moment—not to mention the tears that fell from your eyes without you realizing. They weren't tears of sadness; they were pleasure.
You dug your nails into the sheet and she noticed, starting to suck with more intent before sliding a hand down and penetrating you with a single finger. It was experimental; she noticed how your body shuddered and began to move it in an in-and-out motion as if preparing you, until she added another finger.
She lifted her face; you could see just a bit of her chin wet with your juices before she smiled gently as if she didn't have her fingers inside you. She turned your face gently and could see some of the tears.
“Poor baby…”, she whispered lovingly, lowering her face to kiss you and make you taste yourself. You try to return the kiss with difficulty, and just as you're managing to move your lips a bit more against hers, she starts moving her fingers inside you. You whimper softly against her lips. Her long fingers slide in and out of your pussy so slowly that your walls contract at her fingertips before she thrusts them back inside you.
She does this several times while kissing you, and it reached a point where you couldn't kiss her because your body was overloaded.
You were a mess; whimpering, moaning softly, tears rolling down your face, you trying to cling to Ripley and almost failing… she noticed, but she didn't mind.
She pulled her fingers out of you for a few seconds before sliding them into your mouth. You sucked her fingers shamelessly, and you could see her satisfied smile when you did. She slid a third finger into your mouth, and you sucked them in such a pathetic way that it excited Ripley more than she’d like to admit.
“That’s it, baby. Get them wet.”
You choked on her fingers and she laughed softly.
“Breathe, baby…” She whispered.
You whimpered when she withdrew her fingers from your mouth, missing the warm skin pressed against your tongue. Ripley thrust her fingers back inside you, and this time you weren't prepared to be stretched by three fingers at once, which made you let out a high-pitched, almost pathetic moan.
Ripley moaned softly just feeling you tightening around her fingers, and then she began to move her fingers inside you in a back-and-forth motion. Ripley rested her head against your nape while using her fingers on you; you could hear her ragged breathing, almost as if fucking you with her fingers pleased her more than anything else.
You squeezed your fingers against the sheets while she fucked you slowly; the sensation was almost nauseating. You didn't know if you were weak from the medicine, the sleep, or how good she was making you feel. Ripley brought her free hand to your back, holding you by your nightgown as she started moving her fingers with more force.
“F-fuck…”, you whimpered with parted lips, trying your best not to make a scene because your throat wouldn't allow it.
Ripley moved her fingers harder this time. You pressed your face against the pillow and moaned softly because it was already too embarrassing to be so vulnerable for her, but Ripley didn't care. She grabbed a handful of your hair and lifted your head so she could hear your moans, and when you let out a little cry because of it, she smiled slightly and moaned along with you.
You weren't the only one who was a mess; Ripley was wrecked too. She was sweating, her arm ached a bit, she was breathless and moaning softly as if your pleasure was hers as well. You could see in her gaze that she was staring at you with those dark eyes, trying to absorb all your reactions to keep them in her memory.
You were close, and Ellen could feel it. Because of that, she grabbed your hand and pinned it against the mattress while thrusting her fingers deeper inside you. You moaned a bit too loud, and Ripley moaned softly against your ear too, because feeling your insides tightening around her brought her a satisfaction that few things in the world could.
“I can't- fuck- please, please…” you begged as you felt your body totally overloaded. Tears fell from your eyes and she didn't care, continuing to fuck you with her fingers in a way that made the headboard rattle.
“Shh…” she whispered, “Just take it.” Her tone was almost too loving for someone who was practically tearing you in half with their fingers.
At this point, you were already crying and overwhelmed, but the climax hit you when she curved her fingers against your G-spot and stimulated it with a back-and-forth motion.
And you blacked out. You felt your body surrender to the stimulus, feeling your thighs tingle, your lungs nearly breathless, feeling your body hot and cold at the same time. She didn't stop there; she continued to stimulate you until you were a mess of whimpering and trembling. You didn't know if you were crying from the pleasure or from the humiliating situation you found yourself in, but deep down you didn't care if you could have Ripley this way—on top of you, sweaty, satisfied, and happy.
You slowly regained your breath. Your body had already given up on reacting and Ripley still had her fingers inside you before pulling them out and you saw her lick them. She smiled almost gently, adjusting her posture as she slid her hand from your arm to your back, caressing the skin. Ripley then covered your backside with your own nightgown and lay down beside you, burying her face in your neck, affectionately kissing the sweaty skin there.
“I told you that you would thank me later,” she whispered, caressing your stomach while you caught your breath.
And you were grateful. So fucking grateful.
✧ note: sooo again, english is not my first language, and i apologize for any spelling mistakes . . i wrote everything in portuguese and then translated it into english lol. i had writer's block while writing the vampire! ripley au and this is all I've managed to write so far. but i hope u like it! i loved writing this. (*＾3＾)/～♡
