Fickelgruber's "it's amazing what a tailor can conceal..." line except it becomes apparent that what he's concealing is a monster cock.
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Fickelgruber's "it's amazing what a tailor can conceal..." line except it becomes apparent that what he's concealing is a monster cock.
Random Willy Wonka x Felix Fickelgruber headcanons
Under a cut because this post is LONGā¦
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wonka (2023) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Chief of Police, felix fickelgruber Additional Tags: Porn with some plot, Felix is lowkey so down bad for the chief, not that he would admit it Series: Part 3 of standing appointment Summary:
āYouāve been watching me all night, darling, Iām not blind,ā he replies, that smirk lifting his mouth again. Not for the first time, the chief wishes he could kiss it off his face, but he restrains the impulse, his hands tightening on Felixās waist instead. āI just thought youād want a reward for suchā¦good behavior.ā
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Felix and the chief of police end up in Felixās car after a party.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wonka (2023) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mr. Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth Additional Tags: PWP, well thereās some plot as always, but mostly itās just porn, trans felix fickelgruber Summary:
āYou didnāt tell me you were coming,ā he says as they ascend the stairs, Arthur just behind him, so close he can practically feel the warmth coming off of him. āWhat if youādā¦interrupted something?ā he adds, with a quick glance over his shoulder.
āI might as well have,ā Arthur answers, his voice already rougher than usual, the way it gets when heās aroused. āWith the way youāre dressed,ā he adds, and the words send an unexpected jolt of heat through Felix, so that he nearly stumbles on the last stair and Arthur has to reach out and steady him with a hand on his back.
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Arthur pays Felix an unexpected visit
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every time one of the chocolate cartel members has a birthday, the other two kidnap him from work, take him to one of their houses, blindfold him, give him a birthday spanking, strip him down to his sock garters and tease him for hours with a feather tickler and lick chocolate off him and make him guess who is doing what to him and ultimately get him off. Then they give him a bath and feed him grapes one at a time. It's in the cartel contract. š
Fickelgruber and Prodnose in a georgian pinching match a la horrible histories.
I've never had the urge to yell "SLUT!" At a movie screen until Fickelgruber pulled out that damn tailor's card.
you know what? the first time I saw Wonka in the theater I had taken an edible (a caramel!) and it kicked in at the Sweet Tooth song! š
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Quid Pro Quo, part 2: a pwp in which Felix pays Arthur back for the time he spanked him to climax. Also on ao3.
For the men of the chocolate cartel it's been a long day of seducing cops and discussing logistics around making and delivering their chocolate bribes. Gerald Prodnose, most prone to tiredness and boredom, checks out at 8pm for that elevator ride followed by a short car ride home. Which leaves the other two.
Arthur Slugworth and Felix Fickelgruber nurse their martinis, not wanting their time together to end yet. "Felix." Felix raises his brows, pretending to not know what is coming. He had been subtly asking Arthur for weeks about when he can make good his return of the favor between them. Slugworth looks at his drink, then takes a sip. Knowing how keen his colleague is to close the deal, he had been saving it like an ace in his hand. "I'll cash in my favor tonight." Fickelgruber's stomach jumps in excitement. Looking at Slugworth, Fickelgruber finishes his martini in one gulp, swipes his tongue over his lower lip and cocks his head toward the exit. After a silent elevator trip followed by a close and silent walk to the Galeries Gourmet, Slugworth leads Fickelgruber to his office, lit only by the street lamps filtering in the windows from outside. Fickelgruber follows Slugworth through the doorway, then pushes him by the ribs lightly against the back of the door, shutting it. Maintaining control, Slugworth grabs Fickelgruber's shoulders. Fickelgruber whispers, his face directly in front of Slugworth's, his eyes looking earnestly into his. "You smell divine today."
The men of the chocolate cartel have a strict set of rules, the first being no kissing on the mouth. The two men exchange a look that starts hard and with a breath dissolves into something like softness and familiarity. Felix aims his mouth toward the skin under Arthur's left ear and sucks lightly. Arthur turns his head to the right and sees himself in the mirror that hangs there. Felix is caressing his chest, messing up his lapels and pocket square. How he had wanted this. And now Arthur is ready too. The dim light glints off the back of Felix's head. Arthur closes his eyes to focus on the feeling of Felix whispering against his ear all the things he is willing to do to repay him his favor. When Arthur hears his desired scenario, he turns his head forward. "That will do fine." He pushes Felix's shoulders down. Felix lowers to his knees smoothly as an elevator, then unfastens the top of Arthur's trousers. His larger than average erection pokes through his shorts. Placing his warm left hand over Arthur's bulge, Felix whispers, "I'll be right back," which seems to echo in Arthur's ear as he turns away.
Arthur gazes at himself in the mirror, grinning. Felix returns with a blue velvet cushion, sets it on the floor in front of Arthur, and kneels upon it. Using both hands, he pulls all of Arthur out through his drawers and trousers. He teases him, licks the underside to the tip of his member, then pulls away to look up at Arthur's reaction. He has his eyes closed and he's smiling, about to bite his lip. Good. Felix spits on his hands and runs them up and down Arthur's cock, then places the tip onto his tongue and closes his mouth around it like a delicious bonbon, limited edition flavor. Arthur places a hand on Felix's head and rakes his fingers through his hair. Felix takes in more and more of Arthur until he can't go any farther. He looks up at Arthur who is slightly grimacing but it's a happy grimace.
"Where do you want it?" Arthur stammers, starting to shake. Felix knows where he doesn't want it: on his clothes. "Cum in my mouth, Arthur." Something about how Felix drags out his name makes Arthur lose control and let out a squeal. "Arthurrrrr." Felix returns his mouth to Arthur's tasty cock, working the rest of his shaft with his hands as Arthur continues to shake. Arthur turns to look at himself in the mirror again, watching his own enjoyment as he reaches climax and begins to come. His eyes widen and his hand locks into Felix's hair. "Oh--oh--oh--" Felix keeps pumping his head and hands around Arthur until he spills into his mouth. Arthur gives his head a tug, which makes Felix want to yield everything to him. As a sign of loyalty he swallows the first bit. Luckily there is a bin next to the door where he spits out the rest. Arthur begins to relax, softening his body into the door. Felix reaches up to grab Arthur's pocket square, dabs his mouth with it on one side, then turns it over and with care and in a gentlemanly manner polishes Arthur's cock clean before it gets too soft and it's time to put it away. In a dainty gesture he throws the cloth away, then slides himself up into a standing position. From his inside breast pocket he takes a chocolate mint, then resumes the whispers into Arthur's ear, into the night.
What if Slugworth and Fickelgruber go all the way back to their university days, when they rivalled eachother at cards and ended up furiously making out one night?
The one time Slugworth undid Fickelgruber's jacket and told Prodnose to slide his hands under Fickelgruber's shirt to tweak his nipples, then tucked the shirt back in and re-buttoned his jacket. Felix had to go into a company meeting with hard nipples and was secretly aroused the whole time and thinking of getting them back, you know, quid pro quo šš
Headcanons: What Felix Fickelgruber likes
Being hogtied and manhandled by Slugworth, Prodnose, and the police chief
Having his hair pulled makes him go š³
Has the opposite of a praise kink...likes to be told how bad he is
Since he is always thinking about how he looks, he prefers to be f#cked from the front rather than the back, so his partner(s) can see his face
When he gives head he looks adoringly up at the receiver
Likes his hands tied to the bed
A bit ticklish ;)
When he comes he bucks and kicks his legs, can't help it
Loves nipple play (giving and receiving)
Puts on too much cologne after sex
Loves feeding bonbons to his partner(s)
Likes to hump but only does it when told
Also loves riding his partner's face
Gives off the sweetest little lilting sigh you've ever heard
Keeps his mouth busy. Will moan as loud or quietly as he's told to but if you tell him to be quieter he might get...louder...first. Cover his mouth with your hand and he loses all control. āŗ
Beautiful sex flush on his chest
Has the wackiest o-face journey in existence. šµ
Eager for you to use your toys on him
Lube of choice is olive oil
Likes when you recite classical literature (because it shows how well-read and probably well-off you are)
Loves teabagging (as the bottom)
Quid pro quo: a pwp in which Fickelgruber is disciplined by Slugworth. Also on ao3.
Slugworth notices a Wonka wrapper in the trash can of the chocolate cartel office. He initiates a threeway call with his two partners and calls them down to the office. He stands while the other two sit. "Which of you is a traitor, patronizing that dimestore magician Wonka?"
Fickelgruber's eyes shift to Prodnose, who mirrors his look back. There are punishments in store. Prodnose hesitates to speak. Fickelgruber cuts the silence with, "it was me. I knew what the fuss was about. That's why he's a threat to us! But i justā¦" His voice strains slightly. "ā¦wanted another taste." He stands up and slides his hands into his pockets.
Slugworth paces slowly and stops. "You know what i need to do. It's in our rules." Fickelgruber swallows. Prodnose stares, knowing the protocol and wondering why Fickelgruber was willing. "Take off your clothes," says Slugworth. Fickelgruber's stomach churns with excitement as he begins to remove his jacket, braces, trousers, tie, and shirt and lays them across his chair. Slugworth bumps a wall tile which pops out to reveal two sets of leather cuffs, a rider's crop, and other various gadgets and hardware. He chooses his implements and closes the tile. "Since this is your first time I'll go easy on you. I'll only do 30 licks. Now, get on the coffee table."
Felix, in his white undershirt and chartreuse striped drawers, obeys and gets on all fours on the coffee table. Slugworth hands a pair of cuffs to Prodnose. "Prodnose, if you would." Slugworth gestures toward Fickelgruber's feet. Prodnose secures the cuffs around his colleague's lithe ankles while Slugworth puts another set of cuffs around his slender wrists. All the contact combined with the slightly chilled air makes Fickelgruber shiver. Prodnose sits in his chair. Slugworth checks his watch, then picks up the riding crop and strokes Fickelgruber's chin. "So, let's make this interesting. Let us see what this chocolate does that is so special." He produces a Wonka chocolate from his pocket, wrapped in the same color of blue wrapper with the cherry pink "W" that was in the trash. He unwraps it, then holds it before Fickelgruber's mouth. He brushes it on his lips and Fickelgruber cautiously slides his tongue out. Slugworth snatches it away. "Nuh-uh. I'm going to have you eat it off the table." He sets it down and Fickelgruber lowers his torso so he can reach the chocolate. He takes it into his mouth, looking to Slugworth for further direction. Slugworth mimes chewing, and Fickelgruber follows. Slugworth suggestively strokes Fickelgruber's throat, and he swallows. The chocolate was a sensitivity enhancer, and Fickelgruber knows this, and he knows that what follows will be extremely painful. Slugworth knows too, from what his secretary who bought the chocolate had told him.
Slugworth walks around the table and raises the crop to Fickelgruber's rear end. Fickelgruber's eyes grow round. Prodnose is amused. "Let's start off easy, shall we?" says Slugworth. He gives a tap, then another, and another. The sensation of strikes on his bum makes Fickelgruber shudder. The feeling is more exciting than painful. His chest and face flush. "That chocolate was a sensitivity enhancer. And I can't wait to see how it'll make you react to--this!" Slugworth gives a proper whack. Fickelgruber stifles a moan. Slugworth keeps at it, all the while counting silently to himself and checking his watch. Fickelgruber is counting to himself too, but he loses count after about eight licks, by which he had started to get hard and moan freely. Slugworth smiles as he continues. Nine, ten. "We don't want to ruin your nice drawers, Felix." Slugworth gestures to Prodnose to pull down Fickelgruber's shorts. He obeys, but Fickelgruber's erection causes some resistance. The two men lightly tease him with giggles, which only makes him harder, and in this case extremely hard. Prodnose is realizing why Fickelgruber covered for him earlier. He wonders if he owes him one now, or if what he's getting makes up for it. The punishment is his reward, he thinks. These things are quid pro quo.
Slugworth continues the flogging and each hit of the crop on Fickelgruber's apple-shaped bottom builds up more waves of excitement and pleasure in him. By the time they reach 27 licks, Fickelgruber knows he's going to, he has to, come. When they reach 30, Slugworth stops. Fickelgruber cries, "Why'd you stop? Keep going!" Slugworth, having fulfilled his duty as the head of the cartel, walks around the table and leans forward to face Fickelgruber. "You do remember our safeword?" "Yes and I won't say it." "You do know what this is now, then? A bit of hijinks amongst friendsā¦and for that, there are fewer protections." Felix knows this and nods, hoping Slugworth will be so kind as to just help him finish. Slugworth flicks Fickelgruber's cheek and walks back around the table. Placing the crop on Fickelgruber's buttock, he continues the flogging, just a few more times, until Fickelgruber creams all over the table. "Thank you," he cries with a weepy smile.
"Quiet, now." Slugworth undoes and removes both sets of cuffs, eliciting sighs from Fickelgruber. Fickelgruber takes a minute to recover, then sidles off the table and stands, somewhat dazed and waiting to return to normal before he can put his clothes back on. Slugworth turns to Prodnose. "I'm going to have you clean this up." "Yes, Slugworth, sir." Prodnose bumbles to the maid's cleaning closet for towels and mops. Meanwhile, Slugworth makes tea for them all.
Now they all sit with tea laid out on the coffee table. "I say, Arthur," Fickelgruber says with impunity, sitting most awkwardly in his trousers, shirt, and braces, "you've just given me one. Now I owe you one. These things areā¦" and they all chimed in, "ā¦quid pro quo." Slugworth gives a little laugh and says, "Yes, suppose you do, Felix. Suppose you do."
M&m: a pwp. Also on ao3. Felix is most prone to work-related stress while Slugworth is confident and Prodnose is blissfully ignorant about his business. Slugworth is a top, Fickelgruber is a bottom and Prodnose is a service switch but in this scenario Fickelgruber is masturbating while the other two watch and maybe touch themselves with their clothes on.
It's been a stressful day so far and it's only lunch time. Instead of lunch, Felix Fickelgruber decides to take an m&m break: martini and masturbation. Slugworth and Prodnose are lounging as they sometimes do in Fickelgruber's office and Felix fixes both of them a martini too. He then slinks into his chair and takes a sip. He pretends to spill his drink and begins to undo his trousers. "Oh i think it's one of those days, my fellows." This isn't their first time. Slugworth and Prodnose take a sip and look on eagerly. Fickelgruber sets his drink down and dives his hand into the front of his trousers, closes his eyes and with a sigh begins rubbing himself. Slugworth and Prodnose exchange a sugary smile and then pin their eyes on Felix, whose juicy member is growing and poking out over the top of his trousers.
Slugworth leans toward Fickelgruber, gesturing to Prodnose to do the same. The 2 partners grasp onto either side of Fickelgruber's trousers and shorts. Slugworth gingerly tugs while Prodnose yanks. Together they pull his bottoms down to his ankles, grazing the backs of his knees on the way which evokes a small gasp from Felix. Slugworth and Prodnose sit back and loosen their ties. Fickelgruber, now fully erect, pumps his hand slowly up and down. His two partners watch as he continues. Prodnose feels a little motion in his own trousers, which doesn't go unnoticed by Slugworth, who then helps himself to a Fickelgruber bonbon from the coffee table. Satisfied by the velvety feel of chocolate in his mouth and the sight of his two partners in pleasure, he leans his chair back and doesn't move for the rest of this m&m session. Fickelgruber is moaning and tossing his head to the side as he nears climax. Prodnose is stiff, his trousers tenting. He brushes his right hand over his clothed cock and takes a sip of martini from his left. Now Fickelgruber begins to come, letting out a long guttural moan. His seed spills over his chest and down the lines of his stomach. Prodnose, flushed, whimpers, half at the beautiful sight before him and half at the realization that he won't get to finish himself, but he'll soon go to his own office for a proper jerk-off. This hour belongs to Fickelgruber, who lies back spent in his chair, legs akimbo. Slugworth finishes his martini and casually leans forward to stand up and pull a tissue from the coffee table which he tosses onto Fickelgruber like throwing money on a sex worker. Fickelgruber lies still for a minute, breathing slowly, before cleaning himself up. All three men partake in a Fickelgruber bonbon from the coffee table and the air among them feels clear. The rest of the day will now be more manageable for Fickelgruber. And more memorable for his partners.
Warnings: Explicit. Oral(fem receiving) Body worship. Finger sucking. Squirting. Multiple orgasms. Willy being down bad.
Summary: Youāre sweeter then any chocolate he could cook up in his shop, and Willy is all to eager to show you just how much he craves you. Your smiles, your attentionā¦your taste.
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timothĆ©e chalametās wonka nsfw hcās āšāĖā¹ā”
defo whimpers and whines
doesnāt mean heās necessarily a sub tho, just extremely sensitive
would mutter soft āthank youāsā as you please him
heās literally so gentle, his hands would caress your face
if you gave him head, his hands would immediately be in your hair, clutching it and running his hands through it cause he just canāt get enough of how soft it feels
would buck his hips into your mouth so desperately, he just canāt take it
heād be so nervous before, very jittery, his words rushed and loud, trying to conceal his aching cock and excitement
could fuck as much as a rabbit
heād whimper incoherent praises and kiss you so hard (with a lot of tongue)
i mean heād literally just stick his tongue in your mouth, he finds it so hot
if you want to tease him, just find a way to lick/suck his fingers, the feeling of your soft, pillowy tongue riles him up immensely
he also loves it when you lay your head on him and look up at him with vulnerable doe eyes, he adores cute lil things
he really enjoys holding you during sex, he wants to be as close to you as possible, loves burying his head in your neck
willing to try literally anything, heās very experimental
he gets off on taking your clothes off, doing it so tenderly and gently with such sparkle in his eyes
ur just his lost lil lamb
literally coos at everything you do
is obsessed with eating your pussy, he loves to feel and see your reaction
again, heād be so fucking gentle, just kitty licks to start with cause he loves seeing you squirm
he admits, sometimes he gets ahead of himself and tries to skip the foreplay, but heās just sooo needy
would brush your hair out of your face as he fucks you, kissing your flushed face all over
just wants to spoil you and ruin you, ur his favourite girl
heās LOUD, i mean loud. whimpering, moaning, groaning. literally a flustered mess
and when youāre done, heād hum you sweet songs from his childhood for your sleepy head
would stroke and pat your head as you fall asleep