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hi y'all decided I'd do 12 days of Smuff(smut + fluff) again this year.
(2023 Smuff List)
gonna be accepting requests for them (the only rule is its gotta be an oc, others ocs are welcome, just no readers)
these are the prompts if y'all wanna check them out
the characters don't have to be from the Peaky Blinders Universe, I write for Masters of the Air, World on Fire and several characters Cillian Murphy and James Frecheville have played. i also write a bunch of aus which you can specify if you wish
here the masterlist for each oc
Eva Smith
Diane Shelby
prompts underneath the cut
candlelight and collaring( Luca x Eva)
presents and praise kink( Jack x Evie Shelby(@novashelby's oc) x Eva)
blizzard and blowjob( Brilliant Chang x Eva)
mulled wine and mutual masturbation(ASOIAF/GOT! Luca x Eva)
fireplace and face fucking (Tommy x Eva)
tinsel and talking dirty( Bucky Egan x Diane)
board games and breath play(ie erotic choking) (modern!Tommy x Eva)
holly and hair pulling(Tommy x Eva)
stockings and sex toys( request by @zablife, Diane x Bucky Egan x Buck Cleven, MOTA)
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for the ever patient @motley-baby who asked for a sequel to the Two Buck Special
John 'Bucky' Egan x Diane Shelby x Gale 'Buck' Cleven
cw: polyamory, throuple, m/m/f threesome, vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, blowjobs, train sex(technically), p in v sex, anal sex, mirror sex, cuck kink, breeding kink, period typical attitudes, closeted gays, bisexuality, size difference, interracial couples, cum eating, handjobs, mentions of past sex escapades
(yes even i am surprised at how i wrote that much smut!)
Sheâd missed this.
Buckyâs arm wrapped around her with his hand tracing idle patterns on her shoulder as the lazed about in bed. Best pillow sheâs ever had even if he is leaner and new scars marred his body.
God, Diâs never letting him go again.
âI missed two of your birthdays, almost thought Iâd miss a third one.â He brushed her still damp hair from her face with his free hand and held her chin between his fingers with his thumb brushing the beauty mark sheâs hated since she was a kid. But he loves it along with her mismatched eyes that made her stand out as if her tanned skin and mixed blood already didnât do the trick.
âYou were in a prison camp run by Nazis, the fact that you came back at all is equal to more than three birthday gifts, love.â she leans up to kiss him tenderly, not caring theyâve just woke and she used to complain about his morning breath before he was shot down.
The young witch needs him like she needs air, more than that as she tries and fails to get him to take things further. Doesnât even allow her to suck or even rub his morning wood as he continues talking about her missed birthdays.
âStill, your future husband needs to make up for that. I promised to give you a gift as great as the one you gave me for mine.â He pulls back enough for her to see that glint in his perfect blue eyes that tells her exactly what he has in mind.
Not jewels or serenades or even flowers.
He wants to share her with Buck again. To make up for the birthdays they didnât celebrate. And to celebrate a change in their relationship.
âMy bed at the Townhouse is much bigger and Buckâs never been to London.â Diane points out. Not that this bed wasnât big enough for the three of them, the heiress just wants to privacy to truly let go.
They wouldnât just be friends, even if Buck marries Marge and Di marries Bucky, it wonât change the fact that Marge will have to share him Bucky and Diane at some point.
She would understand if Marge decided against it, God knows Diane had a possessive streak she inherited from her mother. Strange enough it did not affect her budding relationship with Buck and knowing she shares John with him.
âAh, yes, how could I forget the Mirror, gonna look like those Italian paintings your mom has.â He grinned at the thought of desecrating the small gallery her mother has there. âMe and Buck fucking the daylights out of you, covering and filling you with cum and then fucking you some more in the big old tub.â
âHow soon can we leave?â Di asks knowing this will be the best trip to London sheâs ever had. He could ask her to have Buckâs bastard and sheâd say yes at this point.
Hadnât been intentional, just them missing Bucky and a few kisses turning to Di and Gale fucking against the same tree she and Bucky fucked that first night to stave off the loneliness.
âThereâs a family friend that has two wives and the three of them love each other like this. Nothing to be ashamed of, just not as understood.â Diane had said as they had laid there in the little room when it happened again, and again, because no one else loved and missed Bucky like they did.
They hadnât wanted to admit it, but they came to be more than just friends, not close like he and John were, but Dianeâs place in his was almost equal to that of Marge, his future wife. Gale had not worked up the courage to say the words out loud, but the witch knew he too had fallen in love with her during these three months without Bucky.
John hadnât cared about it, spoke of it as something that was bound to happen and said that was his intention from the moment, he suggested that threesome on his birthday.
We have an arrangement; he and Di had told those bold enough to ask why Gale was sporting the same marks Bucky wore with pride a month or so after his return. If they knew how they cut the middleman some nights at the Stalag, theyâd be killed with a firing squad.
What would Marge react to the two other people joining their marriage? Would she be as understanding ---and enthusiastic--- about it like Diane, or would she call the police on them? Hell, Bucky and Diane would already be facing issues âcause her mother is Mexican, homosexuality was illegal and even their medals wouldnât protect them.
He is broken out of those thoughts by his two lovers demanding his attention as John locks the cabin door behind him.
âGonna be a long trip, isnât it?â They would be taking a first-class cabin to London courtesy of Dianeâs endless money, the three of them alone and Bucky with that shit eating grin of his.
The time at the camp had made all of them miserable and missing that release sex gave them. His times with his best friend and lover had yet to happen in a bed and not a cramped bottom bunk with a hand clamped over his mouth and another rubbing him out, but Bucky wanted it to be in a bed fit for a king.
âYou wanted to take the scenic route, John. Maybe Lady Di wanted to see the inside of plane again.â Gale takes the plush seat across from them wishing they had just flown there instead of the two hour train ride.
âBut we couldnât have had the fun we just had in that cab, wouldnât we?â Diane tossed her things carelessly away and for extra measure sat on Buckâs lap as easily as she did with Bucky.
Sheâd called him Buck and her other hand rubbed Buckyâs dick over his trousers in tandem to the pace Gale fucked her.
Then once they boarded the train and Bucky sucked their girlâs cum from his fingers, he remembered Marge and how illegal their love and lust for each other was.
But he has no time to keep thinking of Margeâs hypothetical reactions when John orders Di to strip off her panties for her bad behavior and hand them over to him. Just like that first time they shared her, he takes a good whiff of the ruined satin.
Bucky used to joke about it back at the camp, how he could kill for her cum soaked panties at how desperate he was for her. He used to write the dirtiest things to her, mumbling under his breath what he wrote to himself and sheâd write back, throwing around her name and money to make sure he and Buck got every tiny luxury she could send them.
Sheâd sent naughty photographs, a small can of Vaseline and an almost obvious blessing for the Buckies to do what they pleased. That last one had been more obvious than all the things they hid their letters to coordinate their escapes.
The Germans had once poured over those letters. The Kraut reading them turned red like the swastika on his uniform from just reading and only came with the conclusion that they were simply two degenerates writing to each other. John had looked very proud of himself as he pointed out his favorite lines as the soldier's smoking gun disappeared in the filth it came packed in.
Now Gale found his place in their relationship as if he always belonged there.
âNo, we wouldnât have.â The blond agrees as he begins to tease John by kissing their girl like he kissed Bucky when they were finally alone.
The last man he had imagined having a cuck kink was larger than life John. If those less than platonic and fraternal feelings and desires between them had surprised Gale, he had assumed nothing else would.
And then Buck learned John Clarence Egan gets turned on by seeing him flirt, fondle and fuck his sexy little witch.
âDiâs been a bad girl, Gale, told me not once has she sucked your soul through your cock like she does to me.â Bucky clarifies what his punishments have been about.
John had waxed poetically about the skill Di had when it came to giving head. Hardly spilled a drop, sometimes emptied his load back into his mouth and made him feel like sheâd taken his soul out through his cock.
From then on, the men who heard of that particular letter assumed Diâs witch nickname came because the posh English nurse was that good of a slut.
âHasnât let me, didnât even fuck my mouth on your birthday like you wanted him to and wonât let me now.â The Englishwoman breaks away and trails her manicured hand down his chest and to the appendage sheâs wanted in her mouth since they met apparently.
âDidnât know if you wanted me to fuck your girlâs face while you were in the Stalag.â They had fucked in various positions, heâd eaten her out again because the last time heâd been with a woman was her two and a half years ago, but because John loved the way she gave head Gale had abstained fearing he wouldnât appreciate him fucking his girlâs face while he was still imprisoned.
âLike you even needed to ask, Buck, after everything we went through together and how well that vaseline served us those nights. Di is as much yours as she is mine.â His blue eyes are dark, hands itching to reach between his legs and enjoy the show heâs now authorized. âOn your knees, Miss Shelby.â
The witch complies immediately with a âYes, daddy.â
Gale doesnât help her undo the fastenings on his uniform, watches John who watches her expertly undo them and release the cock thatâs been inside her more than it had been inside Marge at this point. They had joked about needing to train him to call out the right name when Marjorie Spencer becomes Marjorie Cleven.
What would be worse, calling her Diane or calling her John, Buck asks himself as Diane shows him why their John loves her mouth so much.
He calls her Diane, Di, love, sweetheart as his hands thread themselves in her dark hair while he looks straight at Bucky whoâs hand works furiously at his cock as John praises their girl for her stellar work.
âGo on, princess, give daddy a taste.â Bucky stops Di from swallowing and the sight of Diane kissing his cum down Johnâs throat had Gale hoping Dianeâs money is enough to keep their tryst from banning them from ever using a train.
Somehow, they make it to the London townhouse without fucking the daylights out Diane.
It is as grand as he remembers, though London looks almost as if the war didnât touch it as every repair went into place.
The eyes in Tommy Shelbyâs portrait with his wife still makes his skin crawl, but now that heâs come back from hell to steal away his little girl, John smiles at the painting in the foyer and proceeds to desecrate the house with their new lover.
He kisses Diane who leads the way and turns to take Buckâs hand and kisses him like heâs been dying to do since they got off the train.
âThe staff wonât tell.â Di assures Gale who is hesitant to relax under the watchful eyes of the man they learned was a feared gangster from the English prisoners.
Doesnât care about things like that. Only cares that Di is careful with what she does so it wonât reflect badly on her. Which was why Bucky was going to marry her as soon as the ring is done.
Besides with all the fucking theyâll be doing here, whether itâs his or Galeâs the baby has to be born on the right side of the blanket.
âHasnât even fucked me and already heâs thinking about the two of you breeding me.â The witch laughs as she reveals what heâs thinking to their lover.
Gale almost stutters in response, man was as smooth as butter and yet when faced with the prospect one of the Egan kids could be a blonde cherub taking after the wrong Buck, he clammed up.
âDonât worry, Gale, I take precautions. How do you think I didnât receive you and Bucky with Rosemary Gail Egan?â Di reveals the name they came up with when they both got serious about each other and the cards showed theyâd have two girls. Their firstborn would be named Rosemary after Rosemary Clooney and Gale Cleven.
âBesides, weâll be married anyways even if Diâs tonics fail.â Bucky reassured his lover this was no issue. This seems to relax Buck as they get settled and have dinner together in the big empty house.
He doesnât have much at home and Wisconsin isnât anywhere close to London or the country house older than America she lives in, but heâll give her the fucking moon if she wants it.
Bucky just wants a nice life with a bed big enough for threeâŠor four if Marge wants in on the fun.
Heâs a simple man with simple pleasures and right now he wants to fuck his two favorite people in front of a mirror straight from Versailles in a house owned by a gangster turned politician.
Dinner cannot end fast enough for him. But it does and before they know it the door is locked and all three are in various states of undress.
âWe should get one of these for our place,â Di gestures to the gilded mirror placed directly in front of the bed.
If Mr. Shelby knew why his little girl displayed it that way, he was a wise man to ignore it.
âHavenât married you yet and youâre already decorating our house, sweetheart.â Bucky finds the fancy lubricant she had in her drawer where she hides all the naughty things that made him forget she had told him Buck would be shot down on that next mission.
He had tried to forget everything, focus on the pleasure and forget the world was crashing down outside the fancy townhouse. To do that ritual of theirs where he comes inside her and Di drinks the tonic only when he is back home in her arms.
When he was shot down part of him hoped that sheâd have more than just than the locket and his sheepskin to remember him by. His witch took it as a sign heâd come back, told him so when she confessed feeling disappointed when there was no baby.
Johnâs never wanted everything with a woman and now heâs gonna have it all and even some more with his Lady Di. Princess Di and Buck, his wife and their husband.
The tall and dark-haired man wants to fuck Gale and see the show of him ass fucking Buck while Buck fucks Di at the pace John sets for them.
Maybe even let the blond fuck their firstborn into the English Heiress. Di would come around to the idea eventually, loves Buck as much as she loves him. It would be the closest the Bucks could ever get to having a child between the two of them.
The results from tonight would be seen in nine months when the world sees whether their firstborn daughter takes after Bucky or Buck. Either way Rosemary Gail would be theirs.
It feels too good, Gale moving in tandem with Johnâs thrusts and fucking Diane like his life depended on it. They had never done it like this, in this angle and with a girl holding the bed railing for dear life as her pussy milks the blondâs dick.
The image in the mirror makes it all hotter as it fogs up from the heat it witnesses. God would strike them down for this, but where the fuck was he when the Nazis got their hands on him and all those innocents in Europe?
He didnât believe in witchcraft and now he barely believed in God, but he believes in Di and Gale and that if this was wrong it wouldnât feel so right.
When the first act is over, they lay together, tangled like a braid with Bucky in the middle because heâs big enough to hold the two of them to his chest. They had to spoon to fit all three of them that time years ago, here they have all the space to fit another person.
Maybe Di can romance Marge and make that a reality. Once Di and Bucky had fucked one of the many girls back at the base whoâd kill to fuck him and the sight of his girl fucking another woman was almost as good as the sight of Gale ruining her pussy. Another blond in their bed would even things out.
âYouâre the last man I could ever suspect of being into this.â The blond kissed him without any lingering shame as John prepared him for the most forbidden pleasure in the country.
âMen?â Bucky asked knowing it surprised others when the virile ladies man proved to be as queer as any of them. As if Godâs gift to women couldnât also be Godâs gift to man.
âNo, knew that from the moment you named me Buck,â Gale laughed and then clarified for his lovers, âNever thought youâd be into cuckolding.â
âFull of surprises, that one.â Di smiled, reached out to caress Buck as she assured him of his not-so-secret worry, âMarge will come around and our bed will be big enough to fit four when she does. Rosemary is Johnâs, so you have one less thing to worry about.â
âI love you.â Gale kissed John and then leaned over him to kiss Diane as the three of them try to forget the world wouldnât care to even try to understand there was nothing wrong with love like theirs.
But at least Marjorie Cleven would and that is all that matters.
Cw: suggestion of an illegal abortion(as an option)
Douglas hadnât been expecting Thomas Shelby to call and order him to meet him at Dianeâs Office.
The man sat on the desk Diane looked too young behind in and held as much authority as he did when he was the feared Sergeant Major of the 179th Company. It was his distinguished service in the tunnels that made the Crown turn a blind eye to his crimes, an open secret most knew.
âI wouldâve asked to meet at a more relaxed setting, but I canât risk getting caught with this.â The gangster turned politician offered him a medical file, one with all the signs of its legitimacy.
âWhy?â Douglas asks wondering why this man who cannot stand his namesake would do this kindness.
âBecause.â The same answer they always got during the war. This time it meant something different.
Because Iâm a father too.
âIf anyone asks, I called you here to discuss a job in the transportation department in my company. The file was retrieved from the physician that saw to your son and was misplaced by his nurse.â Shelby rubbed the cigarette on his lower lip before lighting it.
Douglas Bennett hasnât run like this since Lois was born. He is out of breath and ready to collapse and by divine luck, finds Tom packing in his bedroom.
âUnpack, boy, you arenât going anywhere!â Douglas tossed the file on the bed for him to see.
âHow did you get this?â Tom does not open the file detailing some nonexistant thing that rendered him unfit to serve.
âDoesnât matter, all that matters is that you wonât be coming back dead to me.â The older man is so relieved that he canât help but grab his sonâs head and kiss the mop of blond hair so like Veraâs. âYou arenât dying, Tom, youâre staying here away from the war.â
âDad. Iâm going, not gonna die there anyways.â They had never agreed on much, and yet this is the last thing he thought they would disagree on.
Tom has always placed himself first, his life, his fun. Tomâs selfishness always won and yet here he was refusing this last ticket to freedom thinking himself fucking immortal.
âThatâs what everyone fucking says about it until your best friend dies in your bloody arms! Ships sink, they get attacked and you just canât bullshit your way out of the prison camp or fucking death, Tom!â it always comes to him trying to shout sense into his bloody fucking head.
Stubborn as he was before the war. Douglas saw the boy who died in France so much he couldnât live with him half the time.
âDianeâs seen it. I trust her visions, and if she says Iâll live long enough to marry her and give you grandchildren, then I know Iâll be fine wherever they send me.â Tom confessed his reasoning and resumed his packing.
âYouâve never believed in that bullshit and now youâre trusting someoneâs who youâve only known for less than six months?!â his father cannot wrap his head around how his son who doesnât even believe in God believes a girl who claims to see the future.
âI believe her, and Iâm going to marry her when the war fucking ends whether you like it or not.â He stands his ground, because of all the lessons heâs tried to teach him, that is what sticks in his thick head of his.
âSuit yourself then, boy.â
Those are the last words Douglas Bennett will speak to Tom until he returns from the Battle of River Plate.
âYouâll write to me, wonât you?â Dianeâs voice is quiet and soft as they say goodbye at the station like all families and lovers are doing.
He has had the ring in his pocket since that morning and yet no moment feels right. Tom has never been one for thinking things through and living in the moment and yet this has him hesitating and doubting himself.
Perhaps it was because things had gone to shit with his old man again after he refused to present the phony certificate claiming heâs got some fucking heart condition, and his blind trust in Dianeâs visions of his future.
Heâd said goodbye to Lois who was getting on her own train as well and now he was here holding onto Diane who refuses to let go as if he was being sent out to die already instead of basic training.
âYeah, gonna bore you to death with my letters so much youâll know youâre worrying for nothing, Di.â He answered cradling her face in his hands and reminding himself itâs just basic training.
The blond is aware he could die in training too, but the vision Di had of them having a life after the war gives him the confidence to think himself immortal. That nothing will hurt him and that he won't come back as a shell of a man like his old man did.
Dianeâs never been wrong.
âI love you.â She said holding back tears and the ring feels heavy in his pocket.
But he doesnât reach for it, Tom knows sheâd say yes, but it just doesnât feel right.
âSteal away to Cornwall, and Iâll find a way to see you off-base, Di,â Tom leaned down to kiss her goodbye and added after, quietly as if it werenât obvious, âI love you too.â
Lois knows sheâs dome for when there is a second month she doesnât bleed. There is no question about what led to this, and she hates there is no chance it wasnât Charlieâs.
It would be easier if it had been him, no matter what decision she took heâd support her and do the right thing if need be.
âDid you ever think about what would happen if you and Tom werenât playing it safe?â Lois rolls onto her side and sees Diane take her brotherâs bed as if it always belonged to her.
Sheâd moved in here with them at dadâs suggestion. Not all the boarders were as nice as Mrs. Johnson, some distrusted her because of her Romani blood made worse by Tomâs presence almost every night in her bed.
So Loisâ dad asked her to stay one night and suddenly a month and a half later, Diane was living with them even if she still paid her rent to Mrs. Johnson.
âWeâve talked about it, well, more like joked. We agreed weâd get married and name the first girl Vera Eve after your mum and mine.â She spoke so sure of it, as if Tomâs ever been serious about anything longer than an hour.
âHeâs serious when he wants to, or has some external force pushing him to be. The baby is Harryâs, a girl, by the way.â
The witch looked at her having heard her thoughts, how Tom dealt with this on a daily basis was beyond Loisâ understanding.
âI suppose Vera it is.â The Mancunian girl had really hoped it wouldnât come to this.
One fucking time.
Single mother to Harryâs bastard baby daughter, just her fucking luck.
âYou donât have to, you know, thereâs people you can go to. My mum knows someone in Birmingham who can do that.â Her mismatched eyes tell her sheâs not kidding, that she really is suggesting an abortion.
Lois hadnât considered she may have a way out.
Sheâd heard of it, as something wrong and dangerous and illegal, heard of women who pay to get rid of unwanted babies and go on living normal lives as if it never happened.
It was a tempting offer, something she wasnât refusing right away because she isnât even sure what sheâs going to do with a baby.
âDonât tell my dad or Tom, please. You know how they are.â The blue eyed girl pleaded and the witch nodded in understanding.
The distance between Manchester and Torpoint is enough that Diane only comes down twice a month and in her vardo hitched to horses and as a guest of a nearby farmer lending his land to some romani family Diane only met on her way here.
Tom knew Norman had his back and would cover him as he has always done, especially now that theyâd be shipping out to the Falklands. There theyâd go on to serve on the HMS Exeter in the warm and sunny part of the world. Heâs a fleet arm air gunner, third class, just as she had said before the war became true as well.
If that came true then the rest will too, he reminds himself. He wonât die. Heâll be the same Tom who returns home. Heâll not become like his dad nor hers.
âDadâs worrying for nothing, no reason for the gerries to be there. Just a bunch of trade ships.â The blond says tracing patterns on Dianeâs bare back.
They donât always fuck, some nights he just holds her pretending its still spring in Manchester. Does that now that his training is ending, and his first posting came.
Tonight heâd taken his time, committed each freckle and sound she made to memory. Sheâd follow him anywhere, but the Falklands isnât somewhere she can go with ease.
âArgentina is a great admirer of the Germans, might be the only one who likes them in Latin America.â She knew about things like these because of her parents, figures sheâd do her homework about his assignment before he even knows himself.
âWell, now theyâll admire the way I look in my uniform.â He joked hoping to put her at ease.
If she knew how it ends, why was she so worried?
âIâm gonna marry you. After the war, so I know I wonât die before that.â Tom had hoped for a better way to do this, and yet no place was as special to them as this canary yellow vardo.
She smiled and leaned up to kiss him again. âIs that why youâve been carrying your mumâs ring in your pocket every time I come here?â
âYeah, been wanting to since I left.â He answered leaning over to grab the coat from the bench next to the bed and finally popping the only question thatâs ever made him truly nervous.