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cuddyclothes ([personal profile] cuddyclothes) wrote in [community profile] give_satisfaction2035-12-24 11:19 am

Let The Kinkiness Begin!

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(Anonymous) 2020-02-01 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Bertie wants to have sex with Jeeves. Jeeves is okay with that because he is used to employers wanting him and even allowing them to have him but Bertie is not like Jeeves' previous employers. Jeeves finds out how different being loved feels from being used.

(Anonymous) 2020-02-06 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeeves/Bertie, unintentional stimulation and awkwardness: A unintentionally touches B in a way that gives B an erection. A sees it and B knows that A saw it. A got turned on by seeing it but B does not notice. They are both embarassed and fail terribly at moving away from the topic. Each try at making things less awkward only makes the situation more awkward.

(Anonymous) 2020-02-11 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
I like this one very much. It has a lot of potential to be hilarious.

Fill: Prickly pt 1

(Anonymous) 2020-02-23 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
We'd both been put off by the temporary relocation, but I could tell it was bothering Jeeves a great deal more than me. I told Tuppy as much over the phone while leaving out some of the more choice details.

"The poor man. You're sure you won't stay with us, Bertie?"

"Well Tuppy, if I could speak to myself from three days ago, I would tell me that Brinkley Court is preferable to spending three days in a shack in a meadow. But I can't, and they should open the hotel back up for us tomorrow."

"That's what you said on Friday."

"I was unaware how long the situation would last on on Friday, Tuppy."

"What if you're unaware of the situation now?"

"I've got to dash off. The locals are eyeing me like wolverines eyeing honeycomb."

"That's not wolverines, that's -"

Tuppy's final complaint was cut off as I put the ear-piece back in its cradle and did my best to look civilized as I sauntered past the rabble at the bar counter. I admit I did not look my best after two days without much sleep, good food, or a wash.

"Oy!" The pub owner was a tall, formidable woman with a voice that easily carried through the din. "You there!"

All eyes suddenly fastened themselves on Bertram, and I admit it was not the type of attention that I usually enjoy.

“Yes?" I replied, fiddling with my cuff and suddenly aware of the stain.

"Hardington's almost done with repairs. They told me to tell you they'd be opening at six, no earlier."

I thanked her and then jogged back to the shack where we'd been living like ragamuffins to tell Jeeves the good news. It wasn't a bad little shack, all things considered, but it was still a shack and both of us were eager to get back to running water and decent food.

There was no sign of Jeeves so I went to the bucket full of clean water and splashed some of it on my face and neck to cool down. There was fuzz growing about my features that was rather course to the touch. I stroked it absently and thought of Jeeves.

It was rare to see him unkept. The first time I spotted more than a hair out of place had been in Cannes, near the end of the whole affair with Lady Blair. I'd raked my fingers through those dark strands the next month in the dark of an alley in London like a proper criminal. Or maybe just a chap in love, which I suppose is the same thing.

I'd spent the mornings since trying to wake up at the same time as the person slumbering next to me with little success. And why, I hear you ask, would one want to be awake in the early dawn hours? The answer is thus; Jeeves has seen me regularly in a disheveled, catatonic state for nigh on eight years, but the reverse is a mysterious, rarely seen creature.

So far I'd only caught a few small glimpses of him getting up before shimmering off to do his toilette. (I may have learned to make my own tea and eggs when required, but a morning fellow, I am not.) Perhaps it had something to do with the current aloofness. I'd mentioned the shadow on his jaw yesterday over a dinner of cold sandwiches, and Jeeves had said little else that evening except 'good night'.

A rustle in the straw outside the door gave away his usual quiet entrance. I wiped the side of my face with my sleeve and hoped it looked better than it had in the mirror in the pub loo.

Jeeves came in carrying a small covered basket, which he set on the only chair in the room. I got the feeling he was waiting for me to say something about it, so I did.

"What a lovely basket. I don't suppose there's food in it?"

“Sandwiches from Mr Hardington's." The way he pronounced Hardington was chilling.
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Re: Fill: Prickly pt 1

[personal profile] worth_a_wound 2020-02-24 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd raked my fingers through those dark strands the next month in the dark of an alley in London like a proper criminal.
I like this a lot.

(Anonymous) 2020-02-29 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Jooster, first-time, Jeeves seducing Bertie in front of a mirror

(Anonymous) 2020-03-01 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Jooster, risky blowjob in public without anyone noticing

(Anonymous) 2020-03-07 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Bertie pretending to be lazy and clumsy to get Jeeves into sexy positions and Jeeves not understanding why Bertie is turning into one of those employers who enjoy giving their valets extra work just to watch them do it.

(Anonymous) 2020-03-12 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Bertie finds out that Jeeves goes regularly to a prostitute.
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[personal profile] tremendousdetectivetheory 2020-03-15 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
OMG this sounds hilarious and exactly like my brand of 'weird." :)

(Anonymous) 2020-03-26 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
*More fluffy than kinky but hope you enjoy


I'm sure I don't need to tell you just how exhausting dealing with the Wooster tribe and its associates can be, especially without a fish-fed valet to delegate the more mentally taxing parts of an adventure in the country. I am pleased to say that not only did I solve the issues before me all by myself, but I wriggled out of three engagements and left behind several happy endings to be had.

The valet in question, as you very well know by now, is Jeeves. He had been called away to a family emergency so one couldn't fault him the abandonment in my time of need.

"Of course you should attend their side. Blood first, my dear heart. I'll not hear another murmur from you," were my words to him. Jeeves seemed relieved that I understood.

A message from him arrived as I was about to take my leave and return to London. He would not be home until far past midnight. A dashed shame, for I had intended to hold him briefly before sleep. I made a valiant effort to stay awake to greet him, at the very least to make love with him to ingrain my affections in his mind. There was always a slight worry that a frequent lack of attention might lead to him disbelieving the depths of my passion. One can't put them into words without sounding a bit Madeline-esque.

My fears came to fruition when I awoke to his frantic (at least for Jeeves) calling. I could hardly lift my head from my pillow and my eyes remained closed, but I gave him a feeble but cheerful wave.

"Sir, you are fatigued."

"I'm practically corpse-like, Jeeves. I'll admit it. Place silver coins over my eyes, for I can hear Charon rowing in the distance. It is Charon, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"All is now well with the Jeeves clan, I hope."

"Yes, sir. Thank you for your concern."

"Then why the distressed tone, my love?"

"You are still in your clothes, sir."

Of course that would be his grievance.

"I had intended for you to relieve me of them when you returned."

"You wish me to relieve you, sir?"

His eyebrow had raised a full quarter-inch.

I smiled sadly. "I must decline, Jeeves. The mind is willing but the body is weak; the opposite of the usual."

"There is no need for you to expend any effort, sir. I shall be in charge."

Now that was the usual, and after he had disrobed I allowed my man to swiftly and neatly divest me of my own outfit in full, lifting various limbs when required. I only protested again when I saw him slicking his hands.

"See here Jeeves, I really must insist on something less exhaustive. Besides which I'm not prepared, if you understand my meaning."

"It does not matter, sir," he murmured soothingly as he reached behind his back. "This is not for you."

And the man bally well went and sat upon me with the greatest of ease.

I lay in silent shock for a moment whilst he adjusted his position for comfort, before my voice quavered, "I see you took the liberty and prepared yourself this time, Jeeves."

"I did, sir. I apologise for not informing you sooner. I hoped it would be a pleasant surprise."

"I'd rather say it is, only…"

He caught the tone of my voice and his lip pursed in concern.

"I'm not too heavy, am I?"

"No, no!" I lied. "It's just that, well, gravity and all that. I worry you'll do yourself a mischief in that position."

"Unlikely, Mr Wooster. Your length is not invasive."

I couldn't help feeling there was an insult hiding in that sentence, but before I could call him out on it he began to undulate like a piston and all thoughts popped in my brain like soap bubbles in an overly full bathtub.

He closed his eyes in mild pain as 'sir' danced on his tongue, his hand firmly attending to his erect state. It was quite the sight I can assure you - and I will only assure you, for I do not intend to actually share the delightful image with anyone.

In what I'll confess was a shamefully short time later, I squeezed his thigh in warning and he lifted himself in time to avoid my release. Our mouths met for the first time in days but might as well have been years, as he stroked us both to completion. Then a peaceful quietude fell upon us, where if I'd had the energy I normally had I would have wrapped myself like half an octopus around his form and not let go until dawn. As it was, Jeeves was the clingy one that night.

I fretted.

"Jeeves, your family are all sound now, aren't they? Nothing amiss is going on?"

He drove my concerns away with a gentle kiss. "I simply missed you, sir. It has been several days since I was able to sleep beside you, and over two weeks since I was with you in this manner."

That had not occurred to me. Jeeves had left so abruptly, and it had been a week before then that we had done more than snore and snuffle in bed together. He too was fearful of fading feelings following fewer fornications. I was comforted by this and used my remaining energy to hug him tightly.

"I hope we shall never have to go through this again. For the sake of my poor hips at least."

"My condolences to your hips, sir. I shall adjust my diet accordingly," he replied in a soupy fashion.

"I merely tease, dear heart. You are physically perfect, you know?"

He was placated by my admission as he so often is when I praise his looks.

"Thank you."

"And you were a marvel just now. Unfortunately the activity has taken its toll; you'll forgive me if I finally give in to the Sandman?"

"Of course. Good night, sir."

If he kissed my brow or if I dreamt it I do not know, but I did not stir until late morning and for the first time in all the years we had been together, neither did Jeeves.
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[personal profile] belphegor1982 2020-03-26 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
This is absolutely delightful from, er, top to bottom (and I'm not even sorry about that :D). As I said before, your Bertie voice is spot-on, and having a soft spot for alliterations I'm still recovering from the sentence "He too was fearful of fading feelings following fewer fornications"! Thank you for sharing this with us :o)

(Anonymous) 2020-03-26 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Very nice fic! Thanks for posting!

(Anonymous) 2020-04-03 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeeves and/or Bertie + writer self-insert please.

(Anonymous) 2020-04-03 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
A Jooster fic where they find out that they like rather different things in bed and it takes them some time until they figure out how to have sex that is really enjoyable for both of them.

(Anonymous) 2020-04-05 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
letter fic, reader is the recipient, Bertie or Jeeves writes a letter with some Jooster content of any kind to his trusted friend

(Anonymous) 2020-04-16 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
Jooster, knife play with a shaving knife, no blood please

(Anonymous) 2020-04-16 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
Jeeves says something ambiguous. Bertie loves it too much and can't stop grinning. Jeeves decides to amuse his employer more often and starts throwing in ambiguous sentences on a regular basis. It turns into flirting before they know it.

(Anonymous) 2020-04-24 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
aphrodisiac induced first-time Jooster

(Anonymous) 2020-04-29 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
A fic where Bertie is in denial of his nature and blames Jeeves' big cock for all the trouble! It starts with Bertie noticing that Jeeves seems to have a huge cock. Then Bertie becomes obsessed with it. He can't stop thinking about it and can't keep his eyes from wandering to Jeeves' crotch. At some point he starts wishing that he could see Jeeves naked just to have a look at that huge thing. Even when those thoughts start turning him on Bertie does not consider himself attracted to Jeeves. It's only a normal reaction because the thing is so huuuge. He needs Jeeves to help him understand what's going on.

(Anonymous) 2020-04-30 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Bertie thinks he's addicted to masturbation. He tries to stop doing it but fails. He is convinced that this behaviour is responsible for his lack of intelligence and fears it will make him completely dumb one day. He asks Jeeves for advice.

(Anonymous) 2020-05-01 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
prompt: Jeeves/Bertie, a heated quarrel followed by passionate make-up sex

(Anonymous) 2020-05-01 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Jooster + Jeeves has a problematic fetish: there is this one thing that Jeeves always needs when they have sex and it upsets Bertie because that can only mean that Bertie is not enough and Jeeves does not love him

(Anonymous) 2020-05-02 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Jooster + dirty talk + discomfort: Jeeves agrees to try some dirty talk because Bertie asked him to but Jeeves struggles very hard and is sure that Bertie will be disappointed. But for Bertie it's somehow very hot to see Jeeves so obviously out of his comfort zone and trying really hard for him.

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