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Sucker Punch fic: Crazy as the world (Babydoll/Sweetpea/Rocket)
Title: Crazy as the world
Fandom: Sucker Punch
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,818
Characters/Pairings: Babydoll/Sweetpea/Rocket
Summary: Written for a prompt at the Sucker Punch Kink Meme. Baby Doll can clearly see that the sisters love each other and by seducing them both brings them all together.
She seduced Rocket in the brothel. They'd talked and laughed together, and then they were finally alone backstage, all the other dancers doing a big number, the music echoing back to them through heavy curtains and long corridors. Rocket was showing Babydoll how to do her make-up, just admiring the job she'd done on her lip gloss when Babydoll kissed her. She made a little sigh and her hands set down the brush she was holding.
Babydoll stepped up from her seat and gently pushed Rocket down into it, then kissed her again, then her cheek, then the back of her neck, then the side… orbiting around her until she bent to go under the table, kissing Rocket's chest and belly and knee as she went, finally kneeling between her legs, opening them with her hands. She kissed Rocket through her panties and Rocket shivered, her hands gripping the table above Babydoll's head. She raised her hips off her chair when Babydoll skirted her panties down her legs. She spread her legs like a ballerina when Babydoll licked her from one thigh to another. Her hips jerked after a minute of Babydoll's tongue, and she watched herself come in the vanity mirror. She looked a little like Sweetpea when she orgasmed.
Sweetpea insisted on seeing Babydoll dance, doing her own personal tutoring. When Babydoll said Madame Gorski liked her dancing, Sweetpea scoffed and said "So do the men." Babydoll looked from Rocket to Blondie to Amber and agreed.
When they were alone, Babydoll danced. She went away, and in the dream she and Sweetpea were sparring in blood-stained gis, martial arts coming at a lethal rate, laughing when one of them broke a lock or gave the other a throw. They were pulled away from training to perform a mission—distantly, Babydoll felt Sweetpea's hands on her correcting her stance, trying to show her how to smoothly flow between the emotions in her dance—the helicopter was gassing up, Amber was doing the last flight check, Blondie and Rocket were cleaning their rifle and sword, respectively. Wise Man handed them their uniforms in neat little folds and they went behind the chopper to change.
Babydoll just pulled her boots on. Then, when Sweetpea was undressed, she backed her against the fuselage and touched her like she'd touched her sister. She used her fingers because Sweetpea wouldn't want the intimacy of someone's lips on her, so Babydoll stood aloft and watched Sweetpea come undone, their bodies slowly settling together until Babydoll was the only thing holding her up.
When Rocket came, it had been a silent, gasping thing. Sweetpea's yell of triumph and pleasure ripped Babydoll out of her world and brought her back into Sweetpea's arms—feeling the other woman's fingers, claw-like, in her arms to hold her in place. Her warmth, tight and moist, around the three fingers that Sweetpea had demanded.
"Fuck, baby…" Sweetpea chuckled at the unintentional nickname. "That's not any kind of dancing."
Two days later, in the real world—or as real as her world ever got--Sweetpea pulled her into a padded cell. Rocket was already there, biting her nails. The hospital gowns were as flattering as a down comforter, but Babydoll could remember how they looked without them.
"What the fuck?" Sweetpea demanded. "You fuck my sister? You fuck my fucking sister before you fuck me!?"
Babydoll couldn't help but giggle. Sweetpea sounded so offended. "Why not? You wanted to."
Sweetpea's mouth fell open. Rocket looked away hard.
"Crazy goddamn whore," Sweetpea said in a low voice. "Can't believe I let you touch me. You crazy fucking—"
"Rocket, watch," Babydoll said gently. Rocket turned and met her eye and watched as she cut off Sweetpea's words with a long kiss. It started rough out of necessity, but the longer she lingered, the sweeter it became, until Sweetpea's fingers were lacing into Babydoll's hair.
"Crazy. Crazy girl," Sweetpea griped after it was over, but she stayed in Babydoll's arms as the girl gently stroked her, like she was a cat desperate for attention.
"Your sister liked it," came Babydoll's soft voice. Sly insinuation wheedled its way into Sweetpea's brain and she turned. Rocket was nervous as ever, biting the joint of her forefinger, but something in the gleam of her teeth and the set of her eyes marked her as willing. Wanting.
"Wrong. So fucking wrong." Sweetpea shook her head, but Babydoll stopped it with her hands. Kissed her lips once more.
"No. You're the only thing that's right in this world, in any world. You and me and Rocket. It's what she wants. It's what you want."
"Crazy," Sweetpea repeated, but she sounded daunted. Perfectly fucking daunted.
"You can do it now, Rocket," Babydoll said. "Whatever you like. She's all yours."
Rocket took a step forward as if in a trance. Then another, and another. She walked past them both to the door. And shut it. Then she turned around.
"Tell me what to do and I'll do it."
Babydoll pulled Sweetpea's hair over one shoulder. Her neck was as pale as the rest of her, and with its swan-like contours, it was the most fragile part of her strong façade. Rocket leaned in and kissed it and felt Sweetpea purr.
"Crazy," Sweetpea murmured, but she raised her arms when Babydoll pulled her shirt off.
Sweetpea came for the first time in Babydoll's lap, feeling the blonde pet her hair and stifle her screams with a firm hand when Rocket hit a particularly good spot. It didn't take much to set her off. Just the sight of Rocket looking up at her, eyes foreign with need, while her body undulated gently between her legs like a blanket in the wind, moving to the same hum Sweetpea could feel in Babydoll. Her scream died in Babydoll's palm and her eyes rolled back in her head and she sagged bonelessly into Rocket's arms as her little sister hugged her tight and kissed her and they shared the same taste.
"Crazy," Sweetpea said encouragingly.
"Can we go again?" Rocket asked. "Please can we go again?"
Sweetpea turned onto all fours and stalked toward Babydoll, who just sat there, legs just spread for Sweetpea's return. Her clothes had disappeared long ago, like a dream in the morning. "Let's share her," Sweetpea said. "Let's make her come so hard…"
Rocket moaned in approval and kissed Babydoll's foot. Sweetpea rested her head on Babydoll's thigh and watched Rocket's progress with rapt fascination. It was a labor of love for the little dancer. Rocket's tongue slipped between Babydoll's toes before sucking the big one into her mouth, pulling back so Babydoll's bent leg was stretched to its full length. Then she licked over the arch of Babydoll's foot and reach the calf, which she peppered with kisses on her way up to the knee, which she caressed with her cheek, running her face up the tender flesh of the thigh and kissing once more the powerful muscles hidden there, before her slender hands slipped over Babydoll's hips and groped her ass with a forcefulness Sweetpea didn't know she had the capacity for. She pushed, thrusting Babydoll's golden tuft of pubic hair up into the light for Sweetpea's inspection.
Sweetpea made an 'oh, you shouldn't have' noise and gave Babydoll a cursory lick, her eyes downcast to Rocket the whole time. Babydoll's moan settled into the background. Rocket followed in her sister's footprints, eating Babydoll out as Sweetpea tongued her belly button, savoring the taste more than her sister would allow herself. Babydoll writhed under their combined touch, and Sweetpea held her down.
The only thing that stopped Rocket from reducing Babydoll to an orgasmic mess was Sweetpea tapping her on the shoulder. Rocket looked up to see her sister's head flush against Babydoll's right breast. Her finger lapsed up Babydoll's stomach and circled her cleavage invitingly. Rocket took the hint and sprawled up opposite Sweetpea, fencing Babydoll in. Like they were daring each other to sample some exotic brew, they lowered themselves to Babydoll's chest and each took a nipple into their mouth at the same hesitant instant.
Babydoll's teeth clenched and her eyes squeezed shut. Sweetpea bit down hard and Rocket stirred her nipple with her tongue. Babydoll's eyes shot open for a moment before shutting again, like a dreamer going back to sleep. It was immensely gratifying for Sweetpea. She reached over Babydoll and took Rocket's hands.
Babydoll felt four hands all at once, roaming her body, feeling out her breasts and slanting down to her buttocks and smoothing over her fiery cunt. Her breath caught, she died, was brought back, all thanks to the caressing and rubbing and soothing. Sweetpea raked her nails between her breasts and down almost all the way to her sex and Babydoll's breasts heaved, up into the sister's faces, making it a kind of game to keep her nipples in their mouths. Sweetpea groped her roughly to keep her breast still and Rocket abandoned hers, moving up to take advantage of Babydoll's parted lips. The kiss was absent and good and very sweet, how Babydoll returned it with a kind of distracted fervor.
Babydoll felt Sweetpea take her hands by the wrists and move them down to the ghost-heat of her sex, where her arousal was born but she was pulled in too many directions to need it attended to. Sweetpea pressed her, their hands right against Babydoll's clit, and the blonde made glorious noises in Rocket's mouth.
"Touch yourself," Sweetpea whispered in her ear as she sucked on Rocket's tongue. "Come all over yourself and I'll lick it up."
Rocket mouthed her pulse point as Blondie curled her fingers deep inside herself. The feeling was immediate, electric. She hoisted her hips in the air just to get her fingers in as deep as she could. Sweetpea kissed her, tasted the sound of her pleasure. They took turns, the sisters, kissing her and suckling her breasts, as Babydoll spread the wetness of her cunt across her inner thighs and up her stomach and even along the skin of her two lovers, marking them as if it were ceremonial oil in some heathen ritual. And finally she came, and Sweetpea let her scream, because she was kissing Rocket and the whole world could've heard for all she cared, though no one did. The world was the three of them.
Together, Sweetpea and Rocket licked Babydoll clean, bringing her down from the high she'd achieved, giving her one, two final orgasms as she sputtered out like a dying motor.
In the brothel, they danced together, the music racing to a big finish and then dying down to slow, sultry jazz.
On the mission, Amber reported in while Sweetpea and Rocket and Babydoll pulled to each other under the same tent, going to sleep with the exhaustion of a job well done.
Fandom: Sucker Punch
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,818
Characters/Pairings: Babydoll/Sweetpea/Rocket
Summary: Written for a prompt at the Sucker Punch Kink Meme. Baby Doll can clearly see that the sisters love each other and by seducing them both brings them all together.
She seduced Rocket in the brothel. They'd talked and laughed together, and then they were finally alone backstage, all the other dancers doing a big number, the music echoing back to them through heavy curtains and long corridors. Rocket was showing Babydoll how to do her make-up, just admiring the job she'd done on her lip gloss when Babydoll kissed her. She made a little sigh and her hands set down the brush she was holding.
Babydoll stepped up from her seat and gently pushed Rocket down into it, then kissed her again, then her cheek, then the back of her neck, then the side… orbiting around her until she bent to go under the table, kissing Rocket's chest and belly and knee as she went, finally kneeling between her legs, opening them with her hands. She kissed Rocket through her panties and Rocket shivered, her hands gripping the table above Babydoll's head. She raised her hips off her chair when Babydoll skirted her panties down her legs. She spread her legs like a ballerina when Babydoll licked her from one thigh to another. Her hips jerked after a minute of Babydoll's tongue, and she watched herself come in the vanity mirror. She looked a little like Sweetpea when she orgasmed.
Sweetpea insisted on seeing Babydoll dance, doing her own personal tutoring. When Babydoll said Madame Gorski liked her dancing, Sweetpea scoffed and said "So do the men." Babydoll looked from Rocket to Blondie to Amber and agreed.
When they were alone, Babydoll danced. She went away, and in the dream she and Sweetpea were sparring in blood-stained gis, martial arts coming at a lethal rate, laughing when one of them broke a lock or gave the other a throw. They were pulled away from training to perform a mission—distantly, Babydoll felt Sweetpea's hands on her correcting her stance, trying to show her how to smoothly flow between the emotions in her dance—the helicopter was gassing up, Amber was doing the last flight check, Blondie and Rocket were cleaning their rifle and sword, respectively. Wise Man handed them their uniforms in neat little folds and they went behind the chopper to change.
Babydoll just pulled her boots on. Then, when Sweetpea was undressed, she backed her against the fuselage and touched her like she'd touched her sister. She used her fingers because Sweetpea wouldn't want the intimacy of someone's lips on her, so Babydoll stood aloft and watched Sweetpea come undone, their bodies slowly settling together until Babydoll was the only thing holding her up.
When Rocket came, it had been a silent, gasping thing. Sweetpea's yell of triumph and pleasure ripped Babydoll out of her world and brought her back into Sweetpea's arms—feeling the other woman's fingers, claw-like, in her arms to hold her in place. Her warmth, tight and moist, around the three fingers that Sweetpea had demanded.
"Fuck, baby…" Sweetpea chuckled at the unintentional nickname. "That's not any kind of dancing."
Two days later, in the real world—or as real as her world ever got--Sweetpea pulled her into a padded cell. Rocket was already there, biting her nails. The hospital gowns were as flattering as a down comforter, but Babydoll could remember how they looked without them.
"What the fuck?" Sweetpea demanded. "You fuck my sister? You fuck my fucking sister before you fuck me!?"
Babydoll couldn't help but giggle. Sweetpea sounded so offended. "Why not? You wanted to."
Sweetpea's mouth fell open. Rocket looked away hard.
"Crazy goddamn whore," Sweetpea said in a low voice. "Can't believe I let you touch me. You crazy fucking—"
"Rocket, watch," Babydoll said gently. Rocket turned and met her eye and watched as she cut off Sweetpea's words with a long kiss. It started rough out of necessity, but the longer she lingered, the sweeter it became, until Sweetpea's fingers were lacing into Babydoll's hair.
"Crazy. Crazy girl," Sweetpea griped after it was over, but she stayed in Babydoll's arms as the girl gently stroked her, like she was a cat desperate for attention.
"Your sister liked it," came Babydoll's soft voice. Sly insinuation wheedled its way into Sweetpea's brain and she turned. Rocket was nervous as ever, biting the joint of her forefinger, but something in the gleam of her teeth and the set of her eyes marked her as willing. Wanting.
"Wrong. So fucking wrong." Sweetpea shook her head, but Babydoll stopped it with her hands. Kissed her lips once more.
"No. You're the only thing that's right in this world, in any world. You and me and Rocket. It's what she wants. It's what you want."
"Crazy," Sweetpea repeated, but she sounded daunted. Perfectly fucking daunted.
"You can do it now, Rocket," Babydoll said. "Whatever you like. She's all yours."
Rocket took a step forward as if in a trance. Then another, and another. She walked past them both to the door. And shut it. Then she turned around.
"Tell me what to do and I'll do it."
Babydoll pulled Sweetpea's hair over one shoulder. Her neck was as pale as the rest of her, and with its swan-like contours, it was the most fragile part of her strong façade. Rocket leaned in and kissed it and felt Sweetpea purr.
"Crazy," Sweetpea murmured, but she raised her arms when Babydoll pulled her shirt off.
Sweetpea came for the first time in Babydoll's lap, feeling the blonde pet her hair and stifle her screams with a firm hand when Rocket hit a particularly good spot. It didn't take much to set her off. Just the sight of Rocket looking up at her, eyes foreign with need, while her body undulated gently between her legs like a blanket in the wind, moving to the same hum Sweetpea could feel in Babydoll. Her scream died in Babydoll's palm and her eyes rolled back in her head and she sagged bonelessly into Rocket's arms as her little sister hugged her tight and kissed her and they shared the same taste.
"Crazy," Sweetpea said encouragingly.
"Can we go again?" Rocket asked. "Please can we go again?"
Sweetpea turned onto all fours and stalked toward Babydoll, who just sat there, legs just spread for Sweetpea's return. Her clothes had disappeared long ago, like a dream in the morning. "Let's share her," Sweetpea said. "Let's make her come so hard…"
Rocket moaned in approval and kissed Babydoll's foot. Sweetpea rested her head on Babydoll's thigh and watched Rocket's progress with rapt fascination. It was a labor of love for the little dancer. Rocket's tongue slipped between Babydoll's toes before sucking the big one into her mouth, pulling back so Babydoll's bent leg was stretched to its full length. Then she licked over the arch of Babydoll's foot and reach the calf, which she peppered with kisses on her way up to the knee, which she caressed with her cheek, running her face up the tender flesh of the thigh and kissing once more the powerful muscles hidden there, before her slender hands slipped over Babydoll's hips and groped her ass with a forcefulness Sweetpea didn't know she had the capacity for. She pushed, thrusting Babydoll's golden tuft of pubic hair up into the light for Sweetpea's inspection.
Sweetpea made an 'oh, you shouldn't have' noise and gave Babydoll a cursory lick, her eyes downcast to Rocket the whole time. Babydoll's moan settled into the background. Rocket followed in her sister's footprints, eating Babydoll out as Sweetpea tongued her belly button, savoring the taste more than her sister would allow herself. Babydoll writhed under their combined touch, and Sweetpea held her down.
The only thing that stopped Rocket from reducing Babydoll to an orgasmic mess was Sweetpea tapping her on the shoulder. Rocket looked up to see her sister's head flush against Babydoll's right breast. Her finger lapsed up Babydoll's stomach and circled her cleavage invitingly. Rocket took the hint and sprawled up opposite Sweetpea, fencing Babydoll in. Like they were daring each other to sample some exotic brew, they lowered themselves to Babydoll's chest and each took a nipple into their mouth at the same hesitant instant.
Babydoll's teeth clenched and her eyes squeezed shut. Sweetpea bit down hard and Rocket stirred her nipple with her tongue. Babydoll's eyes shot open for a moment before shutting again, like a dreamer going back to sleep. It was immensely gratifying for Sweetpea. She reached over Babydoll and took Rocket's hands.
Babydoll felt four hands all at once, roaming her body, feeling out her breasts and slanting down to her buttocks and smoothing over her fiery cunt. Her breath caught, she died, was brought back, all thanks to the caressing and rubbing and soothing. Sweetpea raked her nails between her breasts and down almost all the way to her sex and Babydoll's breasts heaved, up into the sister's faces, making it a kind of game to keep her nipples in their mouths. Sweetpea groped her roughly to keep her breast still and Rocket abandoned hers, moving up to take advantage of Babydoll's parted lips. The kiss was absent and good and very sweet, how Babydoll returned it with a kind of distracted fervor.
Babydoll felt Sweetpea take her hands by the wrists and move them down to the ghost-heat of her sex, where her arousal was born but she was pulled in too many directions to need it attended to. Sweetpea pressed her, their hands right against Babydoll's clit, and the blonde made glorious noises in Rocket's mouth.
"Touch yourself," Sweetpea whispered in her ear as she sucked on Rocket's tongue. "Come all over yourself and I'll lick it up."
Rocket mouthed her pulse point as Blondie curled her fingers deep inside herself. The feeling was immediate, electric. She hoisted her hips in the air just to get her fingers in as deep as she could. Sweetpea kissed her, tasted the sound of her pleasure. They took turns, the sisters, kissing her and suckling her breasts, as Babydoll spread the wetness of her cunt across her inner thighs and up her stomach and even along the skin of her two lovers, marking them as if it were ceremonial oil in some heathen ritual. And finally she came, and Sweetpea let her scream, because she was kissing Rocket and the whole world could've heard for all she cared, though no one did. The world was the three of them.
Together, Sweetpea and Rocket licked Babydoll clean, bringing her down from the high she'd achieved, giving her one, two final orgasms as she sputtered out like a dying motor.
In the brothel, they danced together, the music racing to a big finish and then dying down to slow, sultry jazz.
On the mission, Amber reported in while Sweetpea and Rocket and Babydoll pulled to each other under the same tent, going to sleep with the exhaustion of a job well done.