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I know it's just a tag but " I say! What are you doing with that whangee" seems like a nice prompt to start :D I would prefer Jeeves/Bertie but go wild!

Jeeves and Bertie first time. Only problem: Jeeves is insatiable. This can cause problems in their daily life or PWP or whatever.

Clothing kink. Bertie has just picked up some new items and Jeeves really likes how they feel.

After one of Jeeves' schemes Bertie has wound up feeling under the weather. Not really sick, but run down. Jeeves tends to be carefully, and takes has temperature just to be sure he's alright.

Asphyxiation/breathplay.

Fairytale AU! Prince!Bertie is now a over-friendly cat having been transformed by a witch (Aunt Agatha ? ) he befriends knight Jeeves who ultimately after some shenanigans helps him transform back, they lived happily ever after the end.

Bertie buys a nice cologne, but it just doesn’t smell that great on him. He’s disappointed but doesn’t want it to go to waste, so he gives it to Jeeves. It smells amazing on Jeeves, though—so amazing that Bertie keeps finding excuses to get close to him.

I had admired Bingo’s new cologne. It was called something like Mouchoo de Monsieur. I’m not much of a man for colognes, but let it not be said that I am not adventurous. It did smell quite nice. So I toodled along to the Piccadilly Arcade and purchased a bottle. It really did smell quite nice.
But it didn’t smell quite nice on young Bertram. I’d slapped it on as part of my morning toilette. “I say, Jeeves,” I said from the bathroom, “this new scent of mine smells rather like damp cardboard. Come here and smell it, won’t you?”
Jeeves oiled in and sniffed the bottle. “It is most pleasant fragrance, sir. The base notes are civet, musk, iris and vanilla bean. The top notes are geranium, bergamot, lavender—“
“Yes, yes, yes. It has a lot of ingredients. Why don’t you take it, Jeeves? We don’t want it to go to waste.”
Jeeves inclined his head. “Thank you, sir.”
It was while he was serving me breakfast that I first noticed it. “I say, Jeeves, what is that wonderful smell?” My face was tingling. Suddenly I had no appetite. Not for food, anyway.
“It is the new cologne, sir,” Jeeves said as he poured my tea. “It is indeed pleasing.”
“I’ll say it is!” I blurted. “It smells ever so much better on you! I mean to say, it—“ With a start, I realized that I was blathering. I also wanted to bury my face in his neck. He was so tantalizingly close.
“Thank you, sir.”
When Jeeves left the dining room, I sat back and took deep breaths. On me: damp cardboard. On Jeeves: heaven. And something else. Jeeves without his shirt on. Jeeves naked. Jeeves lying beneath me, gasping with ecstasy—
“Stop it, Bertram!” I admonished myself. But I felt strangely compelled to follow Jeeves into the kitchen. He stood at the sink, scouring a skillet.

“Jeeves,” I said as calmly as possible, “do you need any help?”
“Sir?”
“You know, ironing things, polishing things, doing, um, things.” The steam coming from the sink wasn’t helping. The intoxicating fragrance floated in the air. I forced myself to sit down at the kitchen table, even though I wanted to hurl myself at the man.
“That is very good of you, sir, but the chores will go more swiftly and with less destruction if I perform them unaided.” He gave me a small smile then turned back to his scouring. Unable to help myself, I stood up and suddenly found myself standing behind him. Those broad shoulders, that lovely bottom...I’d never noticed Jeeves’s bottom before. It was lovely. I wanted to squeeze it. Put my—my—between his buttocks—oh, goodness gracious—
“Sir?” He looked over his shoulder. “Can I assist you in some way?”
“No, no, Jeeves! I think I, um, will betake myself to the piano.” I felt like a fruit fly peeling itself off flypaper. With iron will, I ankled out of the kitchen and sat down at the piano. I decided to play “Blue Skies”. But instead my fingers betrayed me. I couldn’t help playing and singing George Hannah and Meade Lux Lewis’s song “Sissy Man Blues”. Midway through, Jeeves materialized by the piano, the strangest expression on his face. Unable to stop, I slammed both hands down on the piano keys. I was gasping for air. If only Jeeves would stop standing there and smelling like that!
“Jeeves,” I gargled, “come sit with me. We can play a duet!”
“I don’t know that song,” Jeeves said carefully.
“We’ll play something else!” I gasped. “Cole Porter!”
“Very good, sir.” Jeeves sat beside me on the piano bench, careful to sit several inches away. Again, I couldn’t help it. I sang “You Do Something To Me”. Jeeves played accompaniment. That smell! The eau de lust! I scooched closer. Rather than moving away, Jeeves scooched closer to me. Mutually scooched, I mean to say.
“Jeeves, I—“ Words failed me. I grabbed him by his broad shoulders and stuck my face against his strong neck. Closing my eyes, I tried to speak but I could only make animal noises, most unbecoming to a gentleman. My—you know, there—was as hard as rock. To my astonishment, I felt a large hand, um, there. The other large hand guided me to his, um, there. It was quite as hard as mine. And then we were kissing furiously, tongues in mouths, lips against lips, frantically rubbing each other through our trousers. His arms went around me as we continued kissing. The cologne was all around me, driving me mad.
“Jeeves,” I gasped, “that cologne—you—“
“Indeed, sir,” he said and sucked my tongue into his mouth.
Things got quite savage from there. I’m happy to say that things have stayed savage, even without the cologne. However, I have forbidden Jeeves to wear it outside the flat. It’s far too dangerous.

I like this a lot, especially the really sexy stuff and the fact that Jeeves immediately identifies every aspect of the scent.

That was charming & fantastic! I'll have to look up that blues song, I've never heard of it.

Bertie discovers that Jeeves has a secret lover. In the flat, out of the flat, wherever. It doesn't have to be love, but it has to be sex.

Public nudity. Wherever, whenever!

One of them has erection problems when something (not sexual) happens. The stranger the better. Foghorns, taxicab horns, jingling keys, McIntosh, whatever the writer wants to do.

Jealous!Bertie. Someone in Bertie's entourage is making inappropriate advances at Jeeves. Bertie finds out, gets very jealous, and then stuff happens ;) Kudos if it's pre-relationship!

‘Jeeves,’ I moaned, ‘there's someone in the bushes.’
‘Mister Little and Lord Chuffnell, if I am not mistaken, sir.’
‘Good lord!’ I cried, although the exclamation had more to do with the way Jeeves was coming and going between my thighs than with this newly acquired knowledge. ‘And should we… let them… watch?’
‘Yes,’ he whispered into my ear, ‘let them know that… you are mine…’

No, no, no – wait a minute. I've gone off the rails. I never know where to begin these dashed stories. Oh, well. It doesn’t really matter. I don’t think you’re here for the narrative, what? You want – as much as I do – to get to the heart of the matter. But I shall make a brief report nonetheless.

It was a cracking day; early spring, flowers in bloom, birds chirping and all that. We were spending the week at Chuffnell Hall, and young Bingo had been invited as well. I was having a spiffing good time – spending my days with the chaps and my nights in bed with Jeeves. And on this particularly cracking day, Jeeves had thought it amusing to tease the young master with his shapely thighs and perfect derriere.

Well, I say “tease”, but in all honesty the man isn’t to blame. No, it was those dashed trousers, clinging to him in such outrageous ways. Stripped of my senses, I followed him into the garden and kissed him against the greenhouse wall. He responded with the same enthusiasm, and before long I was shoved against the wall myself, wearing nothing but my shirt while the rest lay in a heap on the ground. Jeeves grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up, his trousers and smalls pooling around his ankles. I wrapped my legs around him.

Only a few hours earlier, we had indulged in, er, you know, certain activities which had left me quite prepared for what came next. You will forgive me for restating what I've said so many times before, but Jeeves is a wonder. An expert in everything he does – and this was no exception.
He held me against the wall and started slowly, with languid but precise movements that made young Bertram whimper with pleasure.

It was then that I heard people whispering to each other in the bushes. Even in the overpowering clutches of lust, I realised that this could possibly land us in a very awkward sitch.

‘Jeeves,’ I moaned, ‘someone is in the bushes.’
‘Mister Little and Lord Chuffnell, if I am not mistaken, sir.’
‘Good lord!’ I cried, although the exclamation had more to do with the way Jeeves was coming and going between my thighs than with this newly acquired knowledge. ‘And should we… let them… watch?’
‘Yes,’ he whispered into my ear, ‘let them know that… you are mine…’

The words sent a wave of fiery passion coursing through my veins. That Jeeves would claim me in such a way – and let them watch, by Jove! I let out another whimpering moan. The sensation seemed to be mutual, because in one swift, graceful motion, Jeeves flipped me over and took me roughly from the back. I stood with my palms pressed against the wall as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my hip and gave me a proper pounding. I was utterly exposed, my shirt pulled up over my chest, legs spread wide for Jeeves. He was harsher than usual, slamming into me with increasing force as I cried out in bliss. I thought of Bingo and Chuffy in the bushes, watching my man bugger me so thoroughly – watching me take it so willingly, and suddenly I wanted to beg for more, I wanted them to hear me beg Jeeves for more.

‘Please, harder Jeeves! Please, I want it harder!’

He complied, and I spent myself on the greenhouse wall, thinking of how scandalized and jealous my chums must be, and how absolutely certain they now were that I belonged to Jeeves, body and soul.

He gave three powerful thrusts and reached his climax, spending himself inside me. Panting, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my back.

‘Good lord, Jeeves,’ I breathed, ‘Good lord. I mean to say – Good lord!’
‘Yes, sir, I must agree.’
‘You don’t think we’ll be getting into any trouble for this, do you?’ I asked.

Now that the veil of lust had been lifted, I became worried. Jeeves pulled up his trousers, then picked my clothes off the ground and started dressing me.

‘I believe that had it been Mister Little and Lord Chuffnell’s intention to call the police, they would have done so quite some time ago,’ he said as he buttoned my trousers, ‘I detected their presence from the very beginning, and after having reached the conclusion that they meant us no harm, I welcomed their intrusion and used it to our advantage.’

He smoothed the wrinkles out of my shirt and kissed me. I smiled at him.

‘I say, another wonderful idea, Jeeves!’
‘Thank you, sir.’

Oh, my! *fans self* Thank you! Quite hot.

Bravo!

oo, fun, I like possessive exhibitionist Jeeves!

well written

wow!

Gulp! What a cliffhanger!!

Good lord is right! That was smokin' hot!

Jeeves in wet clothes and Bertie gets turned on by that sight

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