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[jamiewintons]

All in a Day’s Work (Felix Fickelgruber/F!Reader)

Summary: Being Mr. Fickelgruber’s personal assistant involves a lot of duties that one might not expect, but you’re willing to go that extra mile.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY!), Oral Sex (M!Receiving), Desk Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Implied Exhibitionism, Unprofessional Behaviour, Boss/Employee, A little bit of degradation, softness towards the end.

A/N: Hope you enjoy 😘 The idea of Fickelgruber asking you whether you prefer the taste of chocolate or something else (😉) was inspired by @reluctantjoe

Word Count: 1922

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Things like this certainly hadn’t been in your job description, but at this point, you weren’t really complaining. For starters, the pay was amazing, and Mr. Fickelgruber gave you all kinds of perks when you did a good job. He wasn’t the most generous man you’d ever met, but he always appreciated your hard work.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice strained as he tangled his fingers in your hair. You moaned softly at the praise, and the vibrations sent bolts of pleasure through his entire body. That made him moan too, and tug gently on your hair.

Your knees were beginning to ache where you were kneeling, but honestly, you didn’t mind too much. You were far too focused on the task Mr. Fickelgruber had assigned to you to think about the pain, because you were nothing if not efficient.

Your tongue swirled gracefully around his shaft as you took him deeper into your mouth, the movement making Fickelgruber’s hips buck upwards slightly. It almost made you gag, but you were used to it - you’d been his personal assistant for nearly two years, and you’d been fulfilling his… non-professional needs for just under half that time.

And because of that, you could read him and his reactions quite well. You could tell from the sound of his breathing and the way his fingers were rubbing against your scalp that he was getting close. Any moment now he would either cum down your throat or pull out of your mouth - sometimes he’d cum on your face, while at other times he’d want to fuck you properly (and that’s how you knew when you’d done a particularly good job).

Then, like clockwork, he used his grip on your hair to pull you off of him. He hadn’t cum yet, so you knew that meant your work was far from finished. His free hand grabbed for the box of chocolates that he always kept in his desk drawer for these exact occasions. Your mouth was still open, and Fickelgruber placed the little treat on your tongue once he’d removed it from its wrapping.

"There you go, my dear," he said in a tone that was almost affectionate, but it was offset by the nearly painful grip he still had on your hair. The chocolate was absolutely delicious, and you couldn’t help but close your eyes and moan while you savoured the taste. This made him smirk, a quiet, dark chuckle escaping him. "Tell me, which do you enjoy more? The taste of my cock, or chocolate?"

Once you’d swallowed the chocolate, you spoke. "I can’t decide, sir," you said softly, staring up at him with your eyes wide. "I like both too much. I don’t think I could pick one over the other."

"Well, I suppose that’s an adequate answer." Fickelgruber smirked, finally letting go of your hair. Whether it was his cock or his chocolate that you were tasting, it was all him, wasn’t it? He pulled his chair back slightly so that you could stand up, and once you had, he reached out to idly play with the hem of your skirt. "Now, you know what to do, my dear." He held his finger up and twirled it around - a silent order for you to turn around.

You did so, and anticipating what he would ask next, you bent forward over his desk. Your skirt - which was scandalously short by professional standards, though Mr. Fickelgruber had called it your 'special uniform' - rode up so that Fickelgruber could get a glimpse of your panties beneath.

Fickelgruber snickered. "Oh, I am so glad to have an assistant that takes the initiative." His hand trailed up the back of your thigh until he reached your skirt, which he then pushed up. Now that he had a proper view of your undergarments, he let his finger brush over the wet spot that had formed there. "So wet already, dear, and I haven’t even touched you yet," he told you in a teasing voice. "You really must love having my cock in your mouth."

"Yes, sir," you moaned, trying to push your hips back against his finger in an attempt to get some more friction. In response, Fickelgruber laughed softly and gently swatted you on the backside. You whimpered slightly at the sting, and immediately ceased your movements. "Sorry, sir."

His fingers found the waistband of your panties, and he slowly began to pull them down your thighs, savouring the sight of you bent over for him. Fickelgruber loved how obedient you were, how needy you always were for him. But most of all, he loved that you were all his, and that he was the only man who had the pleasure of having you like this.

You heard Fickelgruber stand up from his chair, and then you felt his warm fingers teasing your pussy, moving from your clit down to your entrance and then back again. It took all of your willpower to not squirm. His finger dipped into your wetness for a moment, before he pulled it back out. He leaned over you to whisper into your ear. "I think you’re more than ready. Isn’t that right, my dear?"

"Mmm, yes, sir… please…" You nodded frantically, bracing yourself for him to finally enter you. He stood back up straight behind you, and you felt his cock against your entrance. He didn’t push inside right away, however - instead taking a few moments to tease you. You didn't complain, because you knew that it would be more than worth the wait.

You let out an almost pathetic whimper - which you tried to cover up by clapping your hand over your mouth, but you weren't quick enough - when you felt him sink inside of you. Though you couldn't see, he smirked at the noise, and placed his hands on your hips.

Fickelgruber let out a deep sigh, giving the both of you just a few seconds to adjust before he began to move. He moved slowly but deep and hard, making sure you felt absolutely everything with each thrust he made inside of you. You were sure that your brain had switched off already, resting your cheek against the surface of the desk beneath you. If you weren’t careful, you’d probably end up drooling. It wouldn’t be the first time.

You didn’t even realise how much noise you were making, but your curses and pleas of "sir" and "Mr. Fickelgruber" were echoing throughout the large room. Fickelgruber loved it - the idea that he could turn such an intelligent and hard-working woman into an absolute mess who could think of nothing but him and what he was doing to you. He valued the power he had over you more than anything else, though he’d probably never admit such a thing out loud.

When he pulled out suddenly, you whined in annoyance, but Fickelgruber simply tutted before flipping you over so you were laying on your back. Before you could even open your mouth to say anything - if you were even capable at this point - he’d already grabbed onto your thighs and thrust himself deep inside you once again.

"You’re being so noisy, my dear," Fickelgruber said with a somewhat mocking tone, leaning down over you so that he could whisper in your ear as he sped up the pace of his hips. Then, he brought his mouth to your neck so that he could suck bruises into the sensitive skin, which you’d have a lot of fun trying to cover up so none of your coworkers saw it. Of course, this did nothing to keep you quiet, only making your moans louder, but that was exactly what he wanted. "If you’re not careful, someone might hear you, and come in here to check what’s going on. Is that what you want, hmm? For everyone to see what a little slut you are for me?"

Having locked the door yourself before you went down on him, you knew that there was no chance of someone walking in and seeing what was happening. But the thought of it alone, combined with the way Fickelgruber was whispering in your ear, made your pussy clench around his cock. He laughed, loving how easy it was to affect you, but it quickly turned into a moan.

"Oh, you like that idea, do you? I suppose you’re even more naughty than I thought." Fickelgruber’s words were scolding, but you knew very well how much he loved having you like this. "That’s what you want, is it? For people to see you getting fucked over my desk like a whore? Maybe next time I’ll take you up against the window, and let everyone on the street below see that you belong to me."

That was it. That was what pushed you over the edge. The combination of possessiveness and degradation that made your head spin. You let out a loud sob as your climax hit you, writhing helplessly beneath him as he continued fucking you through it. Fickelgruber shifted so that he could kiss your lips to quiet you down a little - you really were getting loud enough that it might draw attention now, and he liked keeping you as his little secret. For now at least.

Eventually, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer - not with how your warm, wet walls were squeezing him for dear life - and he came as well, buried as deep inside you as possible while his warmth flooded you. He moaned against your lips, and the way your name sounded when he uttered it in such ecstasy made you feel like you could finish again. But thankfully, you didn’t, which was probably a positive since you were already exhausted after one orgasm.

"Good girl," Fickelgruber mumbled breathlessly, pressing kisses against your neck and jawline as both of you slowly recovered from your highs, and there seemed to be a genuine softness in the way he spoke to you that hadn’t been present the first time you’d done this. Now that you thought about it, it almost seemed as if he’d become more and more fond of you each time you had sex, and he’d certainly become more possessive as of late. Almost as if he actually had feelings for you. Maybe. Your stomach fluttered at the possibility.

He gave you one last kiss on the lips as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of you, gazing approvingly at the sight of some of his cum leaking from your pussy. Fickelgruber quickly pulled your panties back up for you, keeping any more of it from dripping out. That was quite the contrast to your first tryst also - he’d been somewhat dismissive then, and this was the first time he’d ever helped you redress, even if it was just helping you put your underwear back on.

"I suppose we had better get back to work, hadn’t we, dear?" Fickelgruber told you with a smile as he fixed his trousers and rebuckled his belt, before sitting down in his chair once again. With shaking legs, you stood up from his desk, intending to walk back to your own workstation, but he grabbed you by the wrist to stop you before you could get too far. Then, he gave you another quick kiss before letting you go.

It’s safe to say that you found it difficult to concentrate on your work after that, but you powered through, as you always did. Fickelgruber was glad that he'd hired you, for oh so many reasons.

[rattyshipss]

Felix Fickelgruber x gn! Reader

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Cw: None, just Christmas fluff

Felix shuffled uncomfortably through the library filled with old, Dusty books, at least that's how he'd describe it, he had no clue how you could like such conditions. He spotted Noodle at the front desk, helping a poo- person.

"Noodle?..." He said hesitantly as if he wasn't sure how to address her. "Rich chocolate maker man, how do you do?" Noodle looked up from a book on the counter. "Hi, I need your... expert advice." Noodle eyed him even more confused. "Advice on what?" Felix shifted his gaze back and forth from Noodle. "Love advice." Noodle almost spit out her cup of water onto the book. "one, why do you need love advice? And two why are you asking me?" Felix sighed, fidgiting with his suit tie. "W-well because, you know them." "Oh?" "Oh."

Noodle giggled, her eyes shifting towards you, the extravagant man couldn't hide anything and that included his massive crush on you. "So? Gold or diamond?" "What?" Felix rolled his eyes pulling out two necklaces. "Does (Y/n) like gold or diamond? I didn't know which to get so I just got both. Wait or would they prefer both?" Felix contemplated while Noodle looked at him with a mix of pity and amusement. "Really?" Noodle said causing Felix to tilt his head in confusion. "What?"

Noodle shook her head. "You don't have to but them stuff like that." Even more confusion. "What do you mean? It's gold and diamonds!" Noodle sighed stepping around the counter. "She doesn't want fancy expensive showy gifts." Noodle said waving her hands in the air in a mocking way with her words. "Just give them something from the heart, they'll love it."

"From the heart?"

"Mhmm!"

Felix stared at Noodle, eyes wide while his mind ran wild trying to come up with something.

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"(Y/n!)"

(Y/n) jumped a bit at Felix's shriek, looking over to see him prancing towards them. "Felix! Hey, how- how are you?" Felix made his way to them, standing in a way one could only describe as gentlemanly. After exchanging pleasantries Felix fidgeted nervously with the small box in his hands.

"Uhm I brought you something, this." He held the box out infront of them. It was wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper with a shiny golden bow wrapped around it, probably to make up for the lack of riches he thought the gift held. "Oh, thank you Felix." Felix, you're the only one who addressed him by his first name. He nodded, giving them an awkward smile. "An early Christmas gift. You can open it now!" (Y/n) gave him a sweet smile back before starting to unwrap the present when Felix spoke up again. "Oh! And this, this is from me and Noodle." He handed them another package dressed in beautiful string and doodles, Noodle doodles.

"Thank you, Felix." Unwrapping the first gift you uncovered an array of Chocolates, Fickelgruber chocolates in particular. "I uhm- I wanted to give you some of my specialty, chocolate!" Felix, normally so outspoken, was stuttering. Giving him another thankful smile (Y/n) moved to open the second gift, a copy of your favorite book series. Felix watched the appreciation and happiness fill their eyes as they saw the gifts, wondering how something so simple could make their eyes light up like that.

"Thank you Felix, really I love them." Felix gave their smile back and noticed them bouncing on the balls of their feet a bit. "Sooo do you think you'd wanna eat these with me while I show you all my favorite parts of the books? They're really great I'm sure you'd like them." As Felix agreed he saw that same light in their eyes.

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[inawearyworld]

talk by hozier is veeeeeeeeeery fickelgruber coded i think (…imagine telling my younger self who knew only catcf that i’d type that sentence) particularly at the start of their relationship

wren is young, idealistic, poetic, and-at the start-naive. she’d never experienced the pretty words or sweeping romance in anything outside of the stories she’d acted out. and felix, being the calculating man he is, knew that and used it to his advantage.

i mean, we’ve got the receipts-if he was like *that* towards the chief during sweet tooth, imagine what he’s like when he’s *really* going for someone. all spun sentences and ghosts of a touch, all promise and overwhelm and a ridiculously obvious honeytrap that one can’t help but fall into. “TALK” BY HOZIER.

[animesmolbean]

A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: This is my first story. It's a Wonka 2023 x Male!Reader. Let me know if you want a female version of this story, too! Just message me! Also, I'll refer to the reader as Yin instead of Y/N. It'll still mean your name; it's just a different way of writing it. This might change later. Let me know if you like the 'Yin' idea or not.

Enjoy the first chapter!

Summary: Yin is a runaway after his parents died before he turned 18. He meets Noodle, and when he needs a place to stay, she sneaks him into Scrubbit's and Bleacher's. Yin wishes for change. His wish seems to come true when an eccentric and very cute chocolatier comes to town, ready to sell his chocolate.

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Yin walked around the Gallery Gourmet, his (hair color) (straight/curly/wavy) slightly messy from the wind. He looked around at all the shops and restaurants for what felt like the hundredth time. It's the same old thing over and over again.

As he got closer to the center of the Gallery Gourmet, he saw where the three titans of chocolate resided. Arthur Slugworth, Felix Fickelgruber, and Gerald Prodnose. The sight of the three buildings made him tense, and he looked away.

But just before he could turn and walk away, he heard a voice. But not just a speaking voice. The voice was singing.

🎵At last, the Gallery Gourmet

I knew that we'd see it one day

It's everything you said, Mama

And, oh, so much more🎵

The voice was tenor like and sounded very optimistic. It drew Yin in, and he followed the voice. He weaved through people, excusing himself as he followed the voice.

🎵Each way that you turn, another famous chocolate store

Here's my destiny, I just need to unlock it

Will I crash and burn or go up like a rocket?

I got nothing to offer but my chocolate

And a hatful of dreams🎵

The voice got louder and more clear, signaling he was getter closer. Now, he was in the center of the Gallery Gourmet, and what he saw surprised him.

It was a man, a man around his age; maybe a little older.

He was dressed in a magenta coat with faded gold embroidery, a fuzzy vest over a striped button-up shirt. He also saw a bluish gray scarf around his neck. Beige striped pants that looked like mailman pants, tall worn brown boots, and a brown lumpy top hat. He also had a cane with him. From physical features, Yin could tell he was lithe and pale but not in a sickly sense. He couldn't see his face too well where he was, but he could tell he had dark brown curly hair underneath the top hat.

It was an unusual attire to see, but Yin quite liked it, even feeling envious because he was dressed similarly to the man; minus the coat, hat, cane, and scarf. But the unusual outfit wasn't what took him him off guard. It was the fact he was dancing in the middle of the square.

He looked ridiculous, but Yin couldn't help but find it endearing. He let out a couple of giggles before covering his mouth, a blush blossoming onto his cheeks. Since when did he giggle like a girl with a crush?

Then, he saw Officer Affable tap on the mysterious man's shoulder, reaching his hand out. Yin could only sigh in annoyance. He hated the 'no daydreaming' rule. It was stupid. Not to mention, you have to give three sovereigns for it?! He rolled his eyes. Whoever made the rules needs a good smack on the head.

The man reluctantly gave the officer the money before he left. Officer Affable made eye contact with Yin before giving the boy a nod. Yin nodded back respectfully. Officer Affable was a decent guy; better than some of the other officers.

Yin went to leave, but as he turned, he accidentally made eye contact with the top hat wearing man. He let out a soft gasp. He saw that the man had some sharp facial features but still managed to look childlike.

He quickly recovered and gave the man an apologetic look with a nod before quickly running the opposite way before the man could respond. Once he was behind a building, he inhaled and exhaled softly, his cheeks warm with embarrassment.

'I can't believe I embarrassed myself in front of him. God, I'm an idiot. But.... he didn't judge me when I was blatantly watching him. He actually looked friendly and really cute.' He thought to himself.

Yin bit his bottom lip shyly. He couldn't wait to tell Noodle this later.

(Time Skip to nighttime)

Yin sat in the room in the back of the lobby of Scrubbit and Bleacher's, leaning against the wall. Next to him was Noodle, his one and only best friend. She was reading a book as he read silently next to her. He would occasionally point at a word, silently asking Noodle what it meant. He was intelligent, but Noodle reads more than he does.

The scratching at the entrance to the wash house caught their attention. He heard Mrs. Scrubbit scolding Tiddles, the wild guard dog. They heard Bleacher talking to Ms. Scrubbit. Then, they heard they had another guest.

'Oh no. Not another guest.' Yin thought to himself.

They listened to the two talk, along with the voice of the new guest, a voice Yin swore he recognized.

Mrs. Scrubbit then called for Noodle to pour glasses of gin, which she reluctantly did. Yin took the opportunity to take a peek out into the main lobby. He saw the two pigs known as Mrs. Scrubbit and Bleacher, but when he saw the new guest, he had to hold back a gasp in worry.

'Oh no. It's the cute man from earlier!' He thought to himself.

Yin took Noodle's hand and dragged her into the backroom again.

"Yin? What's wrong?" Noodle whispered.

"It's him." He whispered back.

"You mean..."

Yin nodded. "The man from the Gallery Gourmet."

The pair watched the three converse.

"You see, I'm something of a magician. Inventor and chocolate maker. And first thing tomorrow at the Gallery Gourmet, I plan to unveil my most astonishing creation yet!"

Yin felt his body tense up again. He planned to sell chocolate?! Here?! He's up against the Chocolate Cartel, the only ones who sell chocolate in this town. He can't compete with them.

Yin watched the man remove his top hat. He got a better look at the curly haired man. Sharp jawline, tall nose, his eyes were big and wide, paired with a set of bushy but straight eyebrows that matched perfectly. However, he couldn't see what color his eyes were.

He wondered what color they were.

He watched as the man reached into the hat to seemingly pull out his creation. Instead, he pulled out a teapot.

"A teapot."

"No. That's just for making tea. One second."

He put the teapot back into the hat and went for a second time. This time, he pulled out a bunch of carrots.

"That's for my stew."

Noodle and Yin giggled as the curly haired magician got flustered and tried a third time, but instead continuously pulled out an assortment of scarves. Yin placed his hand over his mouth to prevent a particularly loud giggle that was about to escape his mouth; also, to hide the soft blush that was starting to bloom onto his cheeks.

After Yin calmed down, he saw the man, which he learned was named Mr. Wonka, revert back what Yin assumed was his usual demeanor as he thanked Mrs. Scrubbit. Then, Yin saw Scrubbit take out the thing that he and Noodle dreaded. A contract.

"I have to stop him from signing that. Yin. Go to my room and hide before Mrs. Scrubbit and Bleacher find you." Noodle instructed in a whisper. She pointed up the stairs from her hiding spot in the backroom. "You know where it is."

Yin, knowing the drill, nodded and quickly but quietly jogged upstairs to where the workers sleep. He got to Noodle's room and slipped in, closing the door. He sighed and sat on Noodle's bed. The room was dark, with only a few beams of soft blue moonlight shining through the window, bars on the outside of said window.

'I hope Noodle managed to convince Mr. Wonka into not signing that contract.' His thoughts then wandered to the very adorable magician. 'He seemed so optimistic and driven about his creation. I hope it’s as astonishing as he says it is.' He thought to himself with a soft smile.

Yin removed his boots and laid on the bed. He pulled the threadbare blanket over him. As he drifted off, he thought more about the optimistic and aspiring chocolatier. He was very excited to see what would happen tomorrow.

[otaku-girl-ao3]

Wonka Masterlist | Otaku_Girl | AO3

Wonka (2023) fics from Otaku_girl (AHatfulOfDreams) on AO3. Predominantly featuring Felix Fickelgruber, Willy Wonka, Arthur Slugworth, Gerald Prodnose and The Chief of Police (Francis).

The easiest way to follow my work and get the latest updates on all of my fics is via Archive Of Our Own - subscribing via my main Otaku_girl or my Wonka-specific pseud AHatfulOfDreams. 

🔥 smut writer 🔥

Please for the love of Blorbs do not read my AO3 if you aren’t 18+

Banner art commissioned August 2024 - @tikiss

Sugar daddy? Call me (sir)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: WIP  | Chapters 99/? Series: Simply quid pro quo Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka Used to being in control during his working life, Willy wants (needs) someone to take control of his life outside of the inventing room. But trying to juggle his wants and desires without risking his dream may prove to be more tricky than he had anticipated.

Felix likes to be in control. A man of power, he’s not used to hearing no. Everybody has a price. Everyone. There’s no way some upstart chocolate maker would dare do anything but roll over for Fickelgruber, is there?

⭐Recommended⭐ Longfic 200k+ | Sugar daddy | healthy bdsm dynamics | happy ending

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His (darkness)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ✔️ Status: WIP | Chapters 18/75 Pairings: Dark!Willy Wonka/Felix Fickelgruber, Felix Fickelgruber/ Arthur Slugworth

“Arthur. You cannot be serious.” Voice pitched low so that only Arthur would hear him, Felix stood beside the other man, body trembling as dark, almost black eyes turned on him. There was a sharpness to Arthur’s eyes, to his smile, that promised retribution when it was just the two of them behind closed doors.

“As you can see, he is mainly housebroken. But he still needs to be put in his place on a regular basis. He needs to be taught a firm lesson, as it were. You can take Felix if you want him. Consider him my little welcoming gift to you. He’s not as pretty or as young as he once was, but at least he’ll keep thin for you. And he’s very obedient when remembers to mind his manners.”

“No, Arthur, please.”

“Do you think that you can handle him, Wonka? He is clearly in need of some remedial lessons.”

“I think I shouldn’t have a problem, Arthur. I thank you for the gift. I shall make sure to use it thoroughly before your return. Perhaps he could do with a reminder of precisely who he deserves to be owned by. Property doesn’t get to choose its master.”

⭐Recommended⭐ Dark!Wonka | longfic 50k+ | whump and angst

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(A world of) my own

Rating: General Status: Complete Pairings: Arthur Slugworth/Willy Wonka Wonka’s store stood, a hollowed-out husk, the remains burned to cinders. When the cartel came, what if Arthur felt a twinge of something he hadn’t felt in years? 

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All tied up (and nowhere to go)

Rating: Mature Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka

He can feel it pressed against his skin beneath the line of his suit. A gentle, constant pressure, silken and firm. He thought it would take some getting used to, yet now that it is tied in place, he cannot imagine having to take it off.

“Is everything alright, darling?”

Felix introduces Willy to the delights of rope harnesses.

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Behind the wall

Rating: Mature Smut? ❌ some, but not the focus🔥 Dark?: ✔️ unhealthy relationships; violence Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth; Felix Fickelgruber/The Chief of Police

“Arthur, please. Not in front of the help.”

Dark eyes sharpened. Felix ducked, moving out of the way just in time as Arthur’s tumbler came hurtling towards him. Whisky and glass exploded in a shower of glittering shards on the wall behind him, showering Felix with both.

“Francis, now, is it? I was not aware that you were so familiar with the help.”

Arthur discovers that Felix has been flirting with the Chief of Police.

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Bitter choices and unsweetened dreams

Rating: Mature Smut? 🔥 Suggestive not explicit ❌ Status: Complete | Chapters 4/4 Pairings: Dark!Willy Wonka/Reader While trying to escape capture, you try to ask for Mister Wonka's help. It's best to be careful what you wish for.

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Can't (help) fall(ing) in love

Rating: General Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka Felix Fickelgruber’s life had always been dictated by his words—his soulmark, a phrase destined to connect him with his soulmate. Unlike others who struggled with ambiguous marks, Felix’s were clear and unmistakable, setting a path before him that many would envy. Yet, Felix found this clarity more of a burden than a blessing. Soulmates AU.

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(Can't help) Falling in love

Rating: General Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka There's a reason why Willy worked so hard on his salted caramel recipe. Soulmates AU where the first words your soulmate says to you are somewhere on your body. Can be read as a stand-alone or together with Can't (help) fall(ing) in love.

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Count on me

Rating: Teen Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber & Arthur Slugworth Notes: Platonic bdsm, asexual Felix, non-sexual bdsm, sexual situations mentioned

“What have you eaten today, Felix?” Arthur waited patiently. There was no judgement in his gaze, only patience. Some days Felix couldn’t help but think that made things worse. “I know that you did not stop for lunch. Did you eat anything at breakfast?”

Felix remained silent. He couldn't rightly remember. He did not think that he had, but he wasn't certain.

Knowing eyes met his gaze. “Would it be any easier if you were to kneel for me?”

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Dark deeds and bitter choices 

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ✔️ Status: Complete | Chapters 7/7 Pairings: Arthur Slugworth/Felix Fickelgruber, Arthur Slugworth/Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka, Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka What if Mrs Scrubbit decided that they could make more money using Willy's talents elsewhere, outside of the washhouse?

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Darling Boy

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ✔️ kidnapping, dubcon Status: Complete | Chapters 13/13 Pairings:  Felix Fickelgruber/Ariel Conroy  You took something that belongs to me, Mister Conroy. And I shall have you repay that debt. One way or another."

Ariel thought that he was just hacking funds from another wealthy nobody. Too bad that Felix doesn’t take kindly to having his money stolen. Luckily for Ariel, there are other methods of repayment that he is willing to accept.

The Wonka x You, Me and The Apocalypse (crossover).

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Drop

Rating: Mature Smut? ❌ Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth, Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka Felix experiences sub drop after a one-night stand. Arthur helps pick up the pieces.

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Desperate (for your touch)

Rating: Mature Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka

“I’ll be with you in just a moment!”

All morning he has been a whirlwind, dancing around the shop without stopping for more than a moment's reprieve. Felix had been watching him from the windows of his office, casually at first, then as time went on, looking more closely. Even at such a distance, Felix could see the tightness setting in around Willy’s eyes, the strain settling around his mouth.

Something is wrong. And Felix is determined to get to the bottom of it.

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Devotion

Rating: Mature Smut? ❌post-smut🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka

Everything feels warm and safe.

He can hear the crackle of the fireplace dimly in the background, heat licking at his back. Pale skin glistens faintly with sweat, dark curls already damp and heavy. Arms pulled neatly behind his back, his left hand clenches around his right wrist, right hand holding a simple pair of silver bells. Knees apart, back straight, it’s easy to ignore the deep-seated aches that have set in after so long kneeling in place.

A hand strokes through his hair absentmindedly, petting him almost more like one would a beloved pet rather than a partner. Each brush of fingertips against his hair, his cheek, his collar, is treasured. A small sign that he is not forgotten. That he is appreciated.

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Due

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: WIP Pairings: Willy Wonka/Felix Fickelgruber; Willy Wonka/Arthur Slugworth; Willy Wonka/Gerald Prodnose; Willy Wonka/Bleacher; Willy Wonka/Chief of Police; Willy Wonka/Cartel

When Willy is offered an alternative way to pay off his debts by the cartel, he jumps at the chance. But does he really know what he is getting himself into?

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Empty 

Rating: Teen Dark?: ✔️ Depression  Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth  There’s no colour in the sky when Felix wakes up. There’s no warmth in his chest, or excitement in his gut. There is nothing but the unwavering certainty: he is not enough.

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Falling in love (with my best friend)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete | Chapters 5/5 Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Gerald Prodnose “What happened this time, Felix?”

“I made an utter fool of myself. Again. I thought…” he trailed off. Settling the delicate china down, he allowed his hands to rest in his lap. He turned them over slowly, eyes running over the delicate bones shifting just beneath the surface, the faint calluses that could truly only be felt rather than seen unless you knew to look for them.

Nobody ever looked at Felix and thought to look for them.

“Felix?”

“He called me a slut.”

Friends-to-lovers fluff and smut (with just a touch of angst)

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For a moment

Rating: Mature Smut? ❌ Dark?: ✔️ Domestic violence (non-explicit) Status: Complete Pairings:  Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth, Arthur Slugworth/Willy Wonka

“I have a spare room. It’s nothin' fancy, but it beats any of the shelters I’m meant to recommend in these cases.” “These cases?”

The chief looked down, before steeling himself and meeting Felix’s gaze once more. “I think we both know what I mean, Mister Fickelgruber, Sir.”

“I do not think that we do. You shall have to spell it out for me.”

It takes an average of seven attempts for a person to leave a domestic violent situation for good.

⭐Recommended⭐ poignant | personal favourite

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For a moment like this

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ❌ Status: WIP  | Chapters 2/? Series: For a moment like this  Pairings: Poly chocolate cartel, Arthur Slugworth/Gerald Prodnose, Arthur Slugworth/Gerald Prodnose/Felix Fickelgruber, Felix Fickelgruber/Gerald Prodnose

“Arthur.”

There’s no space for words between them. The name falling from his lips — an admonishment, a prayer, a breathy, needy plea — is more than enough.

Thick fingers — strong enough to break him, if Arthur so wishes — tug at delicate tweed. The unmistakable sound of fabric tearing, of buttons skittering across wooden floorboards, of bare flesh meeting bare flesh intertwines with their harsh breaths.

All thoughts of excitement, of anticipation, of gently building softness and whispered sweet nothings lay by the wayside; those moments are for when Felix can find a spare moment to join them. For when words tease as much as clever fingers and dexterous tongues and wicked little smiles.

Gerald, Arthur and Felix share moments together. [Now] a collection of polychocolate cartel vignettes.

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Forget Me (K)Not

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?:❌ Status: Complete | Chapters 25/25 Pairings: Willy Wonka/Cartel, Willy Wonka/Felix Fickelgruber, Willy Wonka/Gerald Prodnode, Willy Wonka/Arthur Slugworth, Willy Wonka/Felix Fickelgruber/Gerald Prodnose/Arthur Slugworth 

“Please? Please. I need…”

“The boy is clearly a beta, Felix. Use your nose. No self-respecting omega would go around smelling like that. And have you not seen his clothes? The callouses on his hands? I know you have a weakness for pretty little things, Felix, but wake up. This is no more than another pathetic attempt by a money-grubbing, greedy child to get a leg up. So no. Absolutely not. I will not even entertain the thought.”

Omega!Willy goes into his first heat.

⭐Recommended⭐ A/B/O  | Poly chocolate cartel 

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Give your all to me (I'll give my all to you)

Rating: Teen Smut? ❌ Status: WIP Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber & Gerald Prodnose; Felix Fickelgruber/Gerald Prodnose

When a young Felix makes his first move to try and establish himself in The Galeries Gourmet, he finds things more difficult than first expected.

Cartel origin story, set 20 years before the events of Wonka~

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Good boy

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Series: Yours (mine) Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth 

They need no words as Arthur buckles the leather in place. He can feel how Felix swallows, eyes wide and hopeful, as Arthur’s fingertips brush against him. He can feel the racing of Felix’s pulse beneath his hands as he slips his collar in place.

“Good boy.”

Nothing compares to watching those words sink in. Tension melts from every inch of Felix, a graceful, bonelessness settling about him like a second skin. It suits him, Arthur thinks, as well as any bespoke tailored suit. Better in fact.

“You have been all alone all day, haven’t you, pet? Such a brave boy. Come. Such good behaviour deserves a reward.”

⭐Recommended⭐ Pet play | soft feels and smut

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Hold of to me (tonight)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka

“Well, you are a pretty little thing. Where is your alpha, darling?” Felix sniffed delicately. Beneath the harsh scent of chemicals and soap, he catches another, distinct whiff of cinnamon, the warm, spicy, almost fruity scent tickling his nose. It is unmissable.

“You are in pre-heat. Do you have anyone to help see you through?”

Felix finds omega Willy alone and going into heat, and offers him somewhere safe to nest.

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His jewel

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/The Chief of Police

Francis hates the feeling of not being plugged. It had been one of Felix’s first requirements, when they first began their little arrangement. He had thought the other man was joking at first. Until he had seen the look of disappointment in Felix’s eyes when he had slipped a hand beneath his uniform trousers to check, and found his hole clenched tightly shut, not a single sign of use since the last time Felix had deemed him worthy of his time and attention.

Felix gets The Chief a special little something to help him think about him whenever they aren't together.

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(Hold me close) in your arms

Rating: Mature Smut? 🔥 post-smut, aftercare, minimal smut Status: Complete Pairings: Willy Wonka/Felix Fickelgruber

"Relax. Listen to the music. Float for as long as you wish. I will be here when you are ready to come back."

Felix takes care of Willy after a scene. Soft aftercare and fluff.

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I get overwhelmed (so easily)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka

“Let us play a game together. If you win, I promise that I shall sell one of those silly little lines of chocolate bars of yours in my store. You may even pick which ones. But if I win, you shall spend the entire weekend at my Estate with myself and two very dear friends of mine,” Felix suggested, watching Willy closely. “Just as you are now.”

Comprehension finally dawned in the other man’s eyes. Breath-catching, Willy bit his lip. He was clearly tempted by the prize. “And would they…these… friends of yours, want to do… this? With me?”

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I love that you shake (when I ravage your skin)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth

“I thought you like trying new things, Felix.”

“There is trying new things, Arthur, and there is being reckless.”

“Are you saying that you do not trust me?” His words hang heavy between them. There are many things that Arthur Slugworth cannot abide. A lack of blind faith and trust from his associates is one of them.

“It is not a matter of trust, darling, but one of self-preservation.”

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(I need) Your love

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth Notes: Can be read as a stand alone or sequel to Good boy.

When a gossip piece in the society papers leaves Felix feeling on edge, Arthur knows just how to help his partner relax.

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(I've got) Trust issues

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ✔️ more hate sex that dark❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth, Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth/The Chief of Police, Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth/The Chief of Police/Gerald Prodnose

“Arthur, can we not discuss this like gentlemen?”

“That is what I was attempting to do, Felix. You are the one who decided to be petty and to bring intimidation tactics into this.”

“You are a ridiculous, pompous, angry little man with an over-inflated ego and I cannot understand how anyone can deign to eat that swill you attempt to call chocolate.”

“And you are a social climbing, money-grubbing, vain wisp of a man who would not dare to even eat his own chocolates, much less those superior ones offered by far greater men than you.”

When a night alone in the Vault leads to disagreements, Arthur and Felix reach their breaking point. Smut ensues.

⭐Recommended⭐ Personal favourite | hate sex | poly chocolate cartel

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If I pretend (that nothing ever went wrong)

Rating: Teen Dark?: ✔️No, but upsetting themes ❌ Status: Complete  | Chapter 6/6 Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth, Felix Fickelgruber/Investor

Felix is thirteen when he learns that he cannot trust his heart to anyone, no matter how sweet their words or how warm their smiles may be. He is thirteen when he learns that money, not love, is what he truly needs.

5+1 ~ 5 moments that built Felix Fickelgruber (+1 man that changed him forever).

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Initiation

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka, Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka/Arthur Slugworth/Gerald Prodnose

When Willy asks for his first proper introduction to the cartel, Felix is hesitant, but willing to do anything to please. But will the initiation process live up to Willy's expectations, and can Felix and Willy's relationship survive the night?

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(It's naked) That I learn virtue

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Gearld Prodnose/Original male character Notes: Created using Tiki's OC, Luce.

“Now, now, Mister Prodnose. I thought that you promised you were going to be a good boy for me?”

Gerald shifted in place, nervously peering across at Felix’s little butler with wide eyes. When Luce had asked him if he would like to come over during Luce’s evening off, Gerald had rather thought that they would be doing something a little more acceptable in polite company.

"O-of course, Mister Fonteneau. I-"

"Then kneel."

When Felix's favourite little butler invites Gerald over for the evening, things don't go quite as expected.

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Just give me a reason (just a little bit’s enough)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Series: Just give me a reason (part 2) - can be read as stand-alone Pairings:  Felix Fickelgruber/The Chief of Police

“What brings you to my doorstep this evening, Chief? I do hope that I shall have the opportunity to counter whatever offer Arthur has made you before you proceed.”

The Chief looked at him blankly. He could see the tenseness around Felix’s mouth, the tightness around his eyes. Was that his hands shaking, just visible above his desk? Surely not. Felix didn’t get nervous. Not like that. Unless…His stomach dropped. “Before I—Jesus Christ Felix, I’m not here because Arthur sent me.”

When Felix misses a cartel meeting, The Chief of Police can't help but worry. Shameless smut ensues.

⭐Recommended⭐ Personal favourite  | get-together

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(Keep my head above) water

Rating: Teen Dark?: ✔️ near death experience  Status: Complete

After seven years of life upon the ocean, Willy finally decides to bid the seven seas farewell and start pursuing his dreams at The Galeries Gourmet. But what prompted him to leave his life at sea?

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Love me like you do

Rating: Mature Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth

“Felix? I thought you were going to join me.”

“I thought I could join you for the next one.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, teasing words on his lips faltering as he caught sight of the other man. Felix’s pale skin almost glowed in the low light, long limbs and slender silhouette drawing Arthur’s attention completely. His eyes trailed down the length of Felix, gaze coming to rest on an unfamiliar pair of dark blue lace panties. They were, he realised, a fresh wave of arousal rising low in his stomach, the exact signature shade of Slugworth blue.

Felix and Arthur enjoy an evening together on their honeymoon.

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Make me (break me) 

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete | Chapters 3/3 Pairings: Reader/Felix Fickelgruber

“I can assure you that it is all there.” He sounds insulted that you would even consider checking that the amount in full is there before things get started. “Just like the first envelope this evening had the exact amount agreed upon.”

You send him a small placating smile. “It is nothing personal, Mister Fickelgruber. It is just business.”

"Now. Strip."

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Make me (yours)

Rating: Mature Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Series: Ethical slut (part 1) Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth

“In the mood for something particular this evening, sir?”

“I am looking for someone,” Arthur hesitates. “Mister Fickelgruber?”

The attendant’s smile widens. “Felix is set up in the blue room. Third floor; you cannot miss it. The queue should not be too long at this time of night.”

Where on earth have you led us, Felix?

⭐Recommended⭐ Vignette | Slutty Felix | healthy relationship (get-together)

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Masochist

Rating: Mature Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Arthur Slugworth/Reader

“Come on, now. I am waiting.”

You can feel dark eyes locked on you, watching your every move with a cold, clinical detachment. You know that this impassiveness of his never lasts long.

Certainly not when you are being disobedient.

“Someone is in a daring mood this evening. Has it been too long since our last little lesson, pet? Or are you trying to displease me?”

“No, sir.”

“Well then. Do get on with it.”

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Party favour 

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ✔️ Starts dark, gets better ❌ Status: WIP  | Chapters 4/5 Pairings: Willy Wonka/Felix Fickelgruber, Arthur Slugworth/Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka/Chief of Police, Willy Wonka/Gerald Prodnose, Willy Wonka/Chocolate Cartel, Willy Wonka/Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth/Gerald Prodnose “Remember this is what you asked for. You wanted this.”

Hands clenching and unclenching, he wished not for the first time, that he had been more careful. He had relied on the kindness of strangers for so long — too long. It would seem that he had grown used to their help, their honesty and support. He didn’t think to look for deception in their every move, to seek out the potential dangers in their every action.

He should have learned his lesson from his contract with Mrs Scrubbit and Mister Bleacher.

He should have done a lot of things.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to stay right here. I’ll make sure anyone who comes even remotely our way will enjoy the view to the fullest.”

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Pet 

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ❌ Status: WIP | Chapters 1/? Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth  “It really is quite simple, Arthur. I have certain… predilections when it comes to my partners. I enjoy a certain, shall we say, power dynamic within the bedroom.”

“You wish to be held down and told what to do? I can do that."

“You misunderstand, darling. I prefer to be the one doing the ‘holding down’ and ‘telling what to do’, as it were."

Arthur Slugworth was not a man who took orders. And yet, for Felix...he could learn to be.

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Pretty little mis(understanding)

Rating: Teen Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Reader/Felix Fickelgruber “What’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ hanging around here after dark?”

You swallow hard. “I-I don’t have much money on me.”

“You think I’m after your money?” He sounds angry, incredulous. Almost… insulted. “And now you’re disobeying an officer of the law!”

“Officer? Please, I didn’t realise—”

You have a little run-in with The Chief of Police while waiting for Felix.

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Princess

Rating: Teen Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka

Everything needs to be perfect.

Cautious fingers unrolled first one stocking, then the other, straightening the dark seams behind his ankles all the way up to mid-thigh. The lacy tops he carefully clipped in place to the dark green garter he hurried to add before his careful placement could be ruined. He ran his hands over his legs slowly, appreciating the silk against his skin.

He had never realised how long his legs could look — nor how slender. He twisted this way and that, trying to see himself from every angle, trying to imagine how Felix would see him. Would Felix like what he saw after all? Or would he think Willy was foolish for wanting such a thing? For wanting to look pretty not only for Felix, but for himself, too?

Sometimes, Willy likes to look pretty.

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(Pure) imagination

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Status: Complete | Chapters 5/5 Pairings:  Willy Wonka/Reader You wouldn't go as far as to say you love your job, but you do love the freedom it gives you. One frozen night, you encounter a customer unlike any other, who seems determined to show you a world beyond your imagination.

Mr. Wonka tries to hire your services for the night. You end up with far more than you bargained for.

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Refuge (in your arms)

Rating: Teen Smut? ❌ Dark?: ✔️ off-screen violence, hinted assult❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber & Arthur Slugworth Notes: [rarely used]

“Felix?” Arthur said softly, not daring to close the gap between them. Hazel eyes crept open. The taller man sent him a valiant smile. The trembling in his hands gave him away.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

Arthur reached out, hand gently encircling Felix’s wrist. Had Felix’s wrists always been so slight, so fragile? Felix was freezing. Something had happened to the German chocolatier. And Arthur was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Felix makes an unexpected late-night visit to the Slugworth Estate. Arthur offers his help in any way necessary.

⭐Recommended⭐ Felix whump | emotional  

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Right now you're mind (all mine)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Status: WIP Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka; Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka/Arthur Slugworth

When Willy and Felix bump into Arthur during a night at the opera, things don’t quite go as expected.

Or: The one where Felix accidentally Pavlov’s Willy into being his good boy.

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Secret (inside)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka

“Are you ready to be my good boy?”

The low thrum of the crowd around them wasn’t enough to catch Willy’s attention. He let out a low, desperate whine as he felt the flared base of the plug catching on his rim.

“How does that feel, sweet boy?” Felix’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear, warm breath tickling his skin. Willy shuddered. “How does it feel to have Daddy’s come filling you up? Does it remind you of who you belong to?”

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(Sharing is) caring

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Series: Ethical slut part 3 Pairings:  Arthur/Felix, Felix/Gerald/Chief/Arthur “You are sure about this?”

A smile curls on Felix’s lips as he reaches for Arthur, pressing their foreheads together. “Darling.” It’s a confirmation and admonishment.

He can feel Arthur’s answering smile, small, wry and real. Strong hands squeeze gently as they part.

“I shall see you once our guests arrive.”

Arthur makes good on his promise to help Felix become a 'messy, fucked-out pillow princess' - with a little help from Gerald and the Chief of Police.

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Strength (in silence) 

Rating: Mature Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: WIP | Chapters 4/? Pairings:  Arthur Slugworth/Felix Fickelgruber Arthur is a man who knows his strength all too well. He thought that he was concealing his fears from Felix; yet the other man would never cease to amaze him in the most unexpected of ways.

A soft colleagues-to-lovers bdsm fic with gentle!Dom Felix and Submissive!Arthur, where Arthur is afraid of his own strength (and Felix is determined that isn’t a good enough reason for them not to fuck like bunnies).

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Sweet dreams

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Willy Wonka/Bleacher

Willy wakes up to a surprise visit from Bleacher. Enthusiastic smut ensues.

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The investor

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Crossover: Wonka x BBC Ghosts Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Julian Fawcett World famous chocolatier Felix Fickelgruber is always willing to exchange a little of his time for the promise of new investment in his business. MP Julian Fawcett has a certain reputation for appreciating the finer things. Who better to target as his next investor?

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The most fearsome foe known to man

Rating: Teen Status: Complete | Chapters 3/3 Pairings: Willy Wonka/Reader Willy accidentally angers the most fearsome of potential foes known to mankind: a librarian. Despite Noodle’s warnings, he doesn’t understand the importance of returning library books both in the state in which they were borrowed and, most importantly, on time.

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The most (un)romantic day of the year

Rating: Teen Status: Complete | Chapters 4/4 Pairings: Poly Chocolate Cartel, Arthur Slugworth/Felix Fickelgruber/Gerald Prodnose Arthur did not consider himself to be a romantic man. Yet even he felt it was not too unreasonable to expect to spend their anniversary together.

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The sweetest ingredient of all

Rating: Mature Smut? Smut adjacent 🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Willy Wonka/Reader

“Have you actually done this before?” you ask, trying to keep the smile off of your face as deft fingers begin undoing your buttons. The fact that he can’t even look at you, an embarrassed flush working across his cheeks, gives away more than he probably realises.

“Of course I have! Though, Abigail was a tad taller than you. And her eyes — so beautiful. Let me just get my supplies. I’ll be right with you.”

When Mister Wonka hires you for an hour of your time, you think that you know what to expect. Misunderstandings ensue.

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Three’s a crowd

Rating: Teen Status: Complete | Chapters 4/4 Pairings:  Reader/Willy Wonka/Felix Fickelgruber, Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka “Let me buy you a coffee at least, to say thank you?” You had only meant to apologise for accidentally destroying his stock, yet once the words had left your mouth, you felt unable to take them back.

“Oh. I’m very flattered, but…I’ve already got a boyfriend.”

When a chance meeting with Willy leads to rejection — and the loss of your job — you aren’t sure how you’re going to make ends meet. Luckily for you, a fresh start is just around the corner.

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Things (best) left unsaid

Rating: Teen Status: Complete Series: Just give me a reason (part 1) Pairings:  Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth  “You’re married, aren’t you?”

“Er, yes? Yes I am Mister Fickelgruber.”

“Do you ever regret it?”

As Felix and the Chief of Police watch the flames grow from Wonka's sinking ship, Felix contemplates marriage and the evolution of his relationship with Arthur.

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Too much (not enough)

Rating: Teen Smut? ❌ Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Series: For a moment like this (part 2) Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth/Gerald Prodnose “Fe, Arthur really is getting rather impatient. Are you still—“

Both men fall still. Silence stretches between them as pale blue eyes meet hazel.

He cannot stop his tears from falling.

“Oh, Fe. Has it been one of those days?” There’s no judgement in Gerald’s tone; it’s the only thing that helps Felix to nod, to ignore his instinct to deny it all, to give in to the need to retreat and hide and be done with the day. Be done with everything.

Just as he fears they will be done with him.

Felix has a bad day. Gerald and Arthur are there with just what he needs.

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Three strikes 

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ✔️ Status: Complete Pairings: The Chief of Police/Willy Wonka, Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka Willy thought back to their last meeting, to the freezing cold water, to the sharp whack to the back of his head. It was not a situation he hoped to repeat anytime soon."Officer, I—”

"That’s the problem with all of you young upstarts. You never do think.”

While waiting to meet Felix for their date, Willy manages to draw the ire of the Chief of Police.

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Trust

Rating: Explicit Smut? ❌sexual situations/touching🔥 Dark?: ✔️ Status: Complete Pairings: Willy Wonka/Original male characters Notes: Dark fic, potentially dead dove.

“Come on now, pretty, don’t be like that.”

“We have all heard the rumours. Don’t start holding out on us now.”

“What, are we not good enough for you? What does Fickelgruber have that we don’t?”

Willy encounters some potential investors who don't know how to take no for an answer.

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Tumbling down

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ✔️ Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Bleacher, Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth

“Are you questioning my leadership, Felix?”

“Of course not, Arthur. I would never dream of doing such a thing. It's just—”

When Felix fails to fall in line, Arthur ensures that he is reminded of his place — courtesy of Mister Bleacher.

⭐Recommended⭐ Rarepair | Dark | Whump

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Until it happens to you (you won’t know)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ✔️ Status: Complete  | Chapters 6/6 Pairings: Willy Wonka/Chief of Police, Willy Wonka/Felix Fickelgruber, Willy Wonka/Chief of Police/Felix Fickelgruber, Chief of Police/Felix Fickelgruber  “Willy! I thought you had everything sorted with the Chief? What happened with your little chat?”

“I… everything is fine, Noodle. It’s fine. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

“There you are, candyman. I knew I’d find you around here somewhere. You know, the funniest thing happened. I came lookin’ for ya, and I couldn’t find you anywhere. Even that nice Mister Bleacher couldn’t find you. It’s almost as if you were hiding from me. Me! You wouldn't be stupid enough to hide from the police, would you, Wonka?”

The Chief of Police decides to reinforce his little message with more than just a bonk on the head.

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(We've got) everything you need

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ possessive behaviour but no dark themes Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Arthur Slugworth

“Just what did you think you were doing, Felix? Such wanton behaviour is hardly befitting someone of your position. Not with the help of all people!”

“He is hardly the help, Arthur. He is the Chief of Police. And I hardly think it is any of your business if I am a little friendly with one of our new associates.”

Set directly after the ‘Sweet Tooth’ scene from Wonka. Arthur reaches breaking point with Felix’s flirtatious behaviour and decides to give him a little reminder that he does not like it when other people touch what is his.

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When I see you cry (it makes me smile)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 suggestive ❌ Dark?: ✔️ Status: Complete Pairings:  Felix Fickelgruber/ARthur Slugworth, Felix Fickelgruber/Chief of Police “Gentlemen. There must be some kind of misunderstanding.”

“Sorry Mister Slugworth. Orders are orders.”

Everyone has a breaking point. Felix finds his.

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You look so good (there on your knees)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka/Chief of Police

“I suppose you are wondering why you are here. There is no need to be worried, darling. I called you here today to ask a favour. A personal one,” Felix added delicately, eyebrow arched meaningfully.

“Of course. Whatever it is you need, just say the word. You know I can’t say no to you, Mister Fickelgruber.”

Felix’s lips curled into a sharp grin, excitement glinting in his eyes. “Excellent. That is just what I wanted to hear,” he purred, placing his glass on the floor. “Pet? Do come out. You are being terribly rude. It is time to greet our guest.”

Felix invites the Chief of Police to assist with training his new submissive. The Chief is more than willing to help.

⭐Recommended⭐ Healthy bdsm | sweet Chief | pure smut

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You've never had chocolate like this

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Willy Wonka/Reader

Working for Wonka’s chocolates isn’t exactly a dream come true, but it could be worse. Sure, your boss is a little bit over-enthusiastic. And forgetful. And has a habit of trying to pay you with chocolate sovereigns if you aren’t too careful with your weekly pay. But at least he doesn’t have a clue how much of a crush you have on him.

When Mister Wonka asks you to help test out his latest line of products, you jump at the chance. Too bad you weren’t paying attention to which chocolates he was asking for your help with.

Or: The one where you accidentally agree to help Willy test out a new line of chocolate aphrodisiacs (with predictable results).

[rattyshipss]

Imagine: Being Felix's trophy wife. The marriage was never built off of anything but convenience, a loveless basically arranged marriage only to help boost eachothers wealth and power. The constant spats and questioning if the pros outweighed the cons.

(Pt. 1👀💖)

[rattyshipss]

Felix Fickelgruber kid headcanons:

~But I am my father's daughter so maybe I could fix him~

You can absolutely use the "Do you know who my daddy is?" card ANYTIME

Mf would have your back in everything, anything you're going through just call him up and he'll fix it

No matter what your personality is you'll always have some of that Fickelgruber superiority in you, you can't escape it

Probably most defanitely also passes down his shopping addiction to you but he doesn't mind one bit because he has all the money you need

Defanitely spoiled, you can decide if it's spoiled brat or regular spoiled

No matter what your interests are you're going to be stocked up on everything you need and want relating to it, he's gonna shower you in gifts of the things you like

I feel like all throughout your life he'd make sure you had a real diamond necklace with your initial on it, it would be staple

He's a very busy man but he'd always try his absolute best to be there for everything in your life

Mf better get you a good dentist because he's gonna shower you with so many treats a d chocolates you're basically gonna be a kid in a candy store 24/7

Very very high standards for whoever you date oh my god

That poor person

Saying the word poor all the time to get him worked up

Your bedroom would be an absolute masterpiece, like there's this one wall in my room I'm really proud of with how I have the posters and stickers arranged and your room would absolutely be a spectacle whenever people come over

Like I said in my romantic Felix headcanons he'd love you no matter what your temperment was but if he ever saw you channeling your inner him he'd be so proud

As Matthew mentioned in an interview, the reason Fickelgruber is so snobby is because he used to not have the luxuries he currently does and is scared to lose it all, and Felix is going to make sure you never have to worry about that a day in your life

Him making sure your confidence is at its absolute highest 24/7, you come from the best and you are the best and he can't have to forgetting that

~Right? So because- it is hard to be evil whilst you're doing a step-ball-change and, you know, show hands for your child~

[rattyshipss]

Felix Fickelgruber x gn! reader~

Little Stranger things themed Felix fic because whenever I have a new crush I always think about Steve and Robin's russian episodes scenarios surrounding it idk why I have issues.

Cw: Drug mentions, swearing, emetophobia

(Y/n) = Your name (Y/f/n) = Your friend's name

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"What the fuck did Wonka put in that chocolate?"

"I don't know but if he's trying to stop the chocolate troops I don't think it's working, I feel great." (Y/n) and (Y//f/n) sat in the chocolate trios headquarters, giggling from the affects of Willy's special chocolate. "Moron he messed up the drugs." More giggles. "He messed it up, Moronnn." Prodnose resisting the urge to giggle aswell and come up with a witty joke to contribute when Slugworth shot him a glare. "Ok I've heard enough." Slugworth stepped over nudging the two of you into a smaller confined room. "I can't have you two blabbering idiots let that chocolate thief in on our plan."

"Is this a bad time to tell you I don't like your chocolate?" (Y/n) giggled prompting (Y/f/n) to also. Fickelgruber snuck one last look at the two of you before the trio left, leaving you alone together in the small room.

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"The ceiling stopped spinning for me, is it still spinning for you?" (Y/n) and (Y/f/n) were sprawled out in the room, avoiding the buckets filled with their vomit, buckets that were probably previously filled with chocolate.

"Holy shit, no, you think we puked it all up?" "I don't know, ask me something, interogate me" More giggles. "Ok, so... what's with you and that Grub guy?" (Y/n) shifted her position against the wall to look towards (Y/f/n). "Fickelgruber? Felix?" (Y/f/n) nodded, coming down from the giggles and the high. "I don't know... he's cute, and sweet" (Y/f/n) shifted their position aswell. "Yeah so sweet, like his chocolate right?" They replied sarcastically. "Shut up!"

The two sat in silence for a moment before (Y/n) spoke up again. "But yes exactly" the silence was a weird contrast from the previous giggling. "You should just tell him you like him"

"What?"

"I'm serious, we all see how distracted he gets with you, I believe you're the only thing in this world that can get through that greedy capitalist heart" The two of you were interrupted by what sounded like one if not all of the chocolatiers coming back.

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[rattyshipss]

Can someone who's seen both Wonka and the new Mean Girls PLEASE write a Felix Fickelgruber x reader about the reader being in a group of three girls like the group Felix is in with the other chocolatiers and the reader is like Regina George and it's based off the song Apex Predator🙏

[jamiewintons]

Here it is, everyone, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! It’s the Fickelgruber’s wife AU wedding night snippet! The 'snippet' ended up being nearly 3000 words, but oh well 🤣

I hope it was worth the wait!!

Warnings: Smut (Minors do not touch!!), virgin!reader, shy!reader, vague mentions of forced/coerced marriage, praise kink, Fickelgruber is pretty soft in this tbh.

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Your new bedroom was far more beautiful than anything else you’d ever seen. The walls were painted the same shade of dark green that your new husband nearly always wore, and the bedding matched as well. The room was lavishly decorated, demonstrating Fickelgruber’s wealth and surprisingly good taste. You had expected a man like him to not have much in the way of taste, but the room was far less garish than you’d initially imagined.

While you were laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, you didn’t notice your husband enter the room until he cleared his throat. You sat up quickly, seeing him remove his jacket to reveal the waistcoat beneath. He folded it neatly and placed it on top of the chest of drawers.

“Good evening, sweetness,” he said with a smile, his eyes trained on your body, which was barely hidden by the thin, green material of the nightgown he had bought for you. Fickelgruber walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and removing his shoes. “You look lovely. Green definitely suits you.”

“Thank you,” you responded, your voice barely louder than a whisper. You were married now, but you still barely knew the man, and weren’t really sure how you were meant to talk to him. All you could hope for was that you would learn in time.

Fickelgruber let out a quiet laugh. “Such a shy little thing, aren’t you?” He patted the spot on the bed beside him, looking over his shoulder at you. “Come and sit beside me.”

After a few seconds of hesitation, you did as you were asked, though you left a little bit of space between the two of you. Fickelgruber scooted closer so you were touching, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. He rubbed it up and down, making your nightgown ride up a little. His fingers brushed against your bare skin and you couldn’t help but let out a little gasp.

Then, he grasped your chin firmly, turning your head so that you were looking into his eyes. You could see the hunger behind his gaze. Your heartbeat quickened, but you weren’t sure whether it was from anxiety or excitement. Before you knew it, he’d leaned in to press a gentle, lingering kiss to your lips. You closed your eyes, kissing him back to the best of your ability. It seemed to last for an eternity - but was probably somewhere closer to a couple of minutes - before he pulled away, though only briefly.

“Tell me my dear, have you ever been with a man before?” Fickelgruber asked, leaning in to press some gentle kisses against your neck. You shivered, letting out a shaky breath as his mustache tickled your sensitive skin.

You shook your head. “I… I haven’t,” you admitted, your face flushing. You hadn’t even kissed anyone before your wedding. In your defence, you’d been working in Mr. Scrubbit’s laundry since you were a girl, and you didn’t exactly have a wide selection of prospective partners down there. This admission seemed to please Fickelgruber, as you could feel him smiling against your neck.

“Mmm, good,” he murmured, before sucking a mark into your skin and pulling a surprised moan out of you. He laughed again, before pulling back to look into your eyes. “Don’t worry, my dearest. I’ll be gentle with you.”

In that moment, everything finally hit you. Mr. Fickelgruber— Felix, rather, was your husband now. You were his wife. It was your wedding night, and the two of you were going to have sex. Part of you was terrified, though there was another, hidden part of you that felt somewhat excited by the prospect. You weren’t sure why, perhaps it was simply your mind trying to protect you from the fear?

While you were having your realisation, Felix had returned to kissing your neck, bringing up his hands to slip the straps of your nightgown down. His lips trailed from your throat to your shoulder, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself judging by the gusto he employed.

He pushed your nightgown further down, baring your breasts to his hungry eyes. You weren’t quite sure what he was going to do next, but before you even had time to really consider it, he was squeezing one of your breasts in his hand, while he gently sucked on the nipple of the other.

“Mr. Fickelgruber…!” you moaned, louder than you expected, not having expected that to feel so good.

“We’re married now, sweetness, I think you ought to call me Felix,” he murmured against your breast, sounding quite pleased with himself to have elicited that reaction from you. Then, he got straight back to business, sucking on your nipple until it was a hardened peak before switching sides to give the other the same treatment. “Mm, you like it when I do that, don’t you?”

After a few moments, you opened your eyes and realised he was looking at your face, expecting an answer to his question. “Yes,” you breathed in reply, hoping that he’d continue once you’d responded to him.

“Good,” Felix replied, grinning. “Lay back for me then, dear.”

You did as you were asked, and once you were laying down on the bed he climbed half on top of you, tugging your nightgown a little further so that he could trail kisses from between your breasts to your lower stomach. The thought of him being so close to your most sensitive area made your stomach flutter.

“I will make sure to teach you all about how to please me another night.” He was getting lower and lower, and once again, you tried to anticipate what he was going to do next. “But since tonight is your first time, I suppose I should make it special for you, hmm?” With that, Felix pulled your nightgown down all the way, leaving you dressed in nothing but a pair of emerald green panties.

“Oh, you are exquisite…” he mused, his voice slightly deeper than it usually was as he sat up to admire you properly. Judging by the look in his eyes, he wanted to devour you. Felix’s large hands trailed up your thighs, making you let out a quiet whimper. Once he reached your hips, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly began to pull them down your legs.

The cool air of the room hit your sensitive parts, and you instinctively tried to close your legs to keep yourself from getting embarrassed. However, before you could do so, Felix gripped onto your thighs to keep them apart.

“There’s no need to be shy,” he told you, looking down at the area he had just uncovered. His tongue darted out to briefly lick his lips. “I won’t do anything to hurt you, sweetness, you’re far too precious for that.”

You nodded, signaling your understanding. “Okay,” you replied meekly, relaxing your legs.

“That’s a good girl,” Felix purred, and for reasons you didn’t quite understand, you felt a tingling sensation down there. You moaned softly and Felix smirked, making a mental note to remember that you liked that.

All of a sudden, Felix dipped his head down and licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance right to the top of your pussy. You were about to say something about how you were pretty sure his mouth shouldn’t go down there, but all of a sudden he sucked on your clit and all thoughts left your mind.

“O-oh my God!” you called out, bringing your hand up to clap over your mouth and stop anymore embarrassing sounds from escaping. Before long Felix grabbed onto your wrist and pulled your hand away from your face.

He pulled away from your pussy for a short moment so that he could speak. “I want to hear how good I’m making you feel, sweetness. No covering your mouth.” Once you nodded, he returned to what he’d been doing previously.

It felt so good that you just couldn’t keep quiet, or still. You let out a series of whines and whimpers, gripping onto the sheets as you writhed beneath Felix’s ministrations. Never had you felt anything close to this kind of pleasure in your entire life.

Felix hummed against you, utterly overjoyed that he was managing to get this reaction out of you. Keeping one hand on your thigh to spread your legs a little further, the other moved to your pussy. He rubbed a finger against your entrance, teasing you for a few seconds before slowly and carefully slipping the finger inside of your wet heat.

It felt strange and slightly painful at first. You’d never had anything inside of you before, and it was quite the adjustment. But it only took a few moments for it to begin feeling good, and once Felix began using it to stroke you inside, you almost felt like you were going to lose your mind.

“Felix…!” you gasped, and he was glad to hear you calling him by his given name without having to be told. When you bucked your hips up off the bed, he used the hand that had been holding your thigh to press down on you to keep you from moving. Once he felt you could take it, he added a second finger inside of you, wanting to get you nice and ready for what came next.

The noises you were making were getting Felix unbearably hard, so he wanted to make you cum as quickly as possible. He went back to sucking on your clit, while crooking his fingers, brushing against the sweet spot inside of you. It only took a few more moments for you to fall over the edge, crying out his name as your walls clamped around his digits like a vice and your body trembling in pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetness, such a good girl for me,” he murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your thigh as he fingered you through your orgasm, aiming to give you as much pleasure as possible. Once he could tell that you were becoming too sensitive - Felix wouldn’t be opposed to overstimulating you, but he knew he probably shouldn’t do that just yet - he slipped his fingers out of you, and brought them up to your lips. “Open up, darling. I want you to know how sweet you taste…”

Your mind was practically blank at this point, so without even thinking you parted your lips, taking Felix’s fingers inside and licking your essence off of them. The two of you moaned in tandem - you because you were surprised at the pleasant taste, and Felix because of the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers - and once they were clean he left them for just a few more moments before removing them.

Felix smiled, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss on the lips. “Now, I want you to help me undress,” he told you, and you nodded. Both of you sat up, and with shaky hands you began to slowly unbutton his waistcoat. He watched you intently as you worked, and you felt your heart fluttering.

Once you’d removed both his waistcoat and his shirt, Felix instructed you to sit up by the headboard while he took care of the rest of his clothing. You weren’t sure whether you should watch so you turned your head, though you did peek at him a few times in the corner of your eye.

Felix climbed up on the bed where you were once he was fully nude. You’d never seen a man naked before now, and you only had very minimal knowledge of what they looked like beneath their clothes, but you thought that he was rather attractive. He wasn’t a muscular man by a long shot, but you found that you quite liked it.

He kissed you again, his hands roaming over your bare skin until he reached your thighs. Felix took one of them so that he could hook your leg around his waist.

“This may hurt a bit at first, sweetness, but I assure you that it will fade,” he whispered in your ear, and you could feel his cock nudging against your entrance. Felix started to kiss your neck as he carefully pushed inside of you, and your breath caught in your throat.

Felix’s cock was certainly thicker than his fingers, and it stretched you out more than they had as well. Though, you were grateful for the fact that he’d already fingered you and brought you to orgasm once, because you imagined that the pain might have been worse if he hadn’t.

“Sweetness, you feel incredible,” Felix murmured against your skin. Once he’d bottomed out inside of you, he stayed still for a bit to allow you - and himself, as it had been a lot longer since he’d last had sex than he’d care to admit - to adjust, before he started to move.

His hands caressed your hips as he began to thrust inside of you, and you whimpered in a way that you would have found embarrassing if you’d been capable of thinking right now. Your hands came up to hold onto Felix’s shoulders, and he hummed, sounding pleased.

“Good girl,” he breathed, bringing his head down to gently nip at your neck and shoulder. There was something about the way his voice wavered while he was buried inside of you… it made you feel almost powerful to know that you had this affect on him. You moaned louder, wrapping your legs around him tightly and gripping onto his shoulders.

You were driving Felix crazy. Only in his wildest dreams did he imagine tonight would go this well. He had even considered the possibility that you might not even agree to consummate your marriage immediately - considering the fact that you only agreed to become his wife in exchange for your friends’ freedom - and he hadn’t been planning on pushing you too hard.

But you were his now - willingly, it seemed - and it made him happier than anything else could have. With you, he had everything he ever needed: money, a perfect wife by his side, and - once he and the Chocolate Cartel disposed of Wonka - a lack of genuine competition that would allow him to become even more powerful than he already was.

Felix drew back from your neck to look into your eyes again, and your face flushed even more if that were possible. One of his hands came to rest on your cheek as he leaned in to capture your lips in yet another passionate, hungry kiss. This muffled your moans when his other hand snaked down between your joined bodies to begin rubbing your clit, wanting to tip you over the edge again before he himself succumbed.

When you cried out and began to tremble beneath him, Felix knew that he had succeeded. Your climax triggered his own, and with one final thrust he released deep inside of you, before collapsing onto your chest.

It took a few minutes for the both of you to recover from your highs, and Felix found that the sound of your heartbeat was quite comforting. He’d never experienced this kind of warmth before. Of course he’d had lovers in the past, but they’d never meant that much to him, but you… you were his and only his, and he intended on making sure you stayed that way.

“Well, my darling,” Felix murmured, carefully pulling his softening cock out of you and rolling the two of you over, so that you were now laying on his chest. You looked up at him with your sweet, sleepy eyes and he felt yet another wave of possessiveness washed over him. “It seemed like you enjoyed that, hmm?”

You nodded, still seeming somewhat shy even after all of that. Felix smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead.

“I did too. You were wonderful, my sweetness.” Felix began to stroke your back slowly and gently, and your eyes began to droop closed. “You cannot fall asleep just yet, I must get you cleaned up first, and then you can sleep as long as you wish. We have nothing to do until we leave for our honeymoon the day after tomorrow.” Secretly, Felix hoped you wouldn’t sleep for too long. He had thoroughly enjoyed himself tonight and was looking forward to teaching you about other ways to please him before the two of you left for your trip.

The two of you laid there for a bit in near silence - apart from a few whispered compliments from Felix - until he ushered you into the ensuite bathroom to get you cleaned up before bed.

Once you were back in your nightgown, comfortably wrapped up in both the blankets and your new husband’s arms, you smiled to yourself. Maybe this wouldn’t end up being as bad as you feared?

[inawearyworld]

free if you truly wish to be: chapter iii

plots are half revealed, and willy "mr accidentally steal yo girl" wonka gets his sorry ass saved by a woman wearing one of those "oh no my husband mysteriously floated away died" robes you see all over pinterest. (now there's a sentence i never thought i'd write.)

2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~2.5k

i would like to thank mr mathew baynton in that one bts interview for those bits and pieces of fickelgruber analysis that will totally now be used here. and also for being generally wonderful. thanks mat ilysm

also i thought it would be sort of funny for at least someone in this world revolving around chocolate to be lactose intolerant and then of course i had to turn it into something sad and poetic bc of Who I Am As A Person

enjoy!! and thank you for all the support on this fic so far!!

part two fic masterlist part four

She had a lot to think about that night.

Felix hadn’t returned home yet, and she started to worry that the fateful flying chocolates weren’t quite as harmless as advertised. The young man who’d made them, too, was swirling about her mind in a haze of schoolgirl blushes and piercing guilt.

Florence Fickelgruber had chosen her lot when she agreed to take on that name. Who was she to imagine a freer life, one of candy-coated dreams and a clear conscience, of gazes and banter with someone her own age, of running her hand through curls that weren’t slick with expensive gel? Who was she to foolishly wish for anything different, when so many people were counting on her?

She missed her home, her family, and it hadn’t been lost on her that Felix had never told her about his own background. Their wedding was attended mainly by those surrounding the Fickelgruber business, as well as another flood of press. She’d had to blink so much that day, unused to being in front of cameras after a youth spent on the stage, but her new husband had preened next to her as if this focus on appearance was where he felt most at home. She remembered the crowd’s polite cheers fading in her mind as he had slowly lifted her chin while she accepted a forkful of the most extraordinarily decadent chocolate cake.

For that day, she had allowed the feeling of his hand on her face to eclipse that of the too-rich frosting stuck in her throat.

Then he came through the door, humming a jaunty tune, and she blinked, torn out of the memory that she felt an entirely different kind of guilt for indulging in.

“Felix? Darling, where have you been?”

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty auburn head, my songbird. The boy’s finished, absolutely finished. No one will be flying about the Galeries Gourmet if the police have anything to say about it.”

“What-what do you mean?”

“He’s disturbed the peace, made a commotion, even encouraged the-the-the unfortunate to disgrace our sacred sanctuary of chocolate. And the Chief is none too happy about it.”

“Is he?” she said suspiciously, stepping in front of him-because, up until this point, he hadn’t looked her in the eye.

Felix was silent for a moment, cacao eyes darting. His wife’s gaze was strong and unyielding-don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it-but her head tilted innocently to the side, a sort of plausible deniability.

A sort of protection.

“Yes,” he breathed with a curt nod, and took her hands in his. “I promise you, it was a solemn thing.”

“Then what were you singing as you came in?”

The chocolatier blinked again, falling into an absolutely done sort of expression, and Florence’s head tilted to the other side.

“You’ve had another musical number without me.”

“I’m terribly sorry, pet.”

“You know you can’t hide from me, Felix,” she said, something that would have been playfully teasing but held an edge of desperation that he refused to pick up on.

“It of course wasn’t the same without you,” he drawled in that ever-dramatic way, bringing her into their living room. “We’ll make it up now. Dance with me, Florence.”

He snapped his fingers, and some unseen yet attentive servant placed a needle on a record. A crooning melody started to crackle and bounce across the high golden ceilings, and Felix spun his wife into him, twirling her about with a smirk that she could only imagine to be the result of a monopoly saved.

She swayed to and fro in his arms, trying desperately to sink into the music, unable to focus on anything but the wrenching pull of her battling guilts.

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Florence spent much of the next day in a state of ping-ponging worry. She’d looked intently out of the mansion’s sprawling windows over the town square, wondering whether her forbidden new friend had taken her advice.

“Just…don’t give up.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

And who knows what they’ll do to him now?

The hours had passed in a blur, and then she was laid limp, unable to sleep, and mentally exhausted, next to her husband and his piccolo snore.

She had screwed her eyes shut and burrowed into him, trying to force herself to feel as secure as she did two years ago; then, the slight sound of a little girl’s singing voice lifted itself into her consciousness, followed by the blare of a police car.

Puzzled, Florence carefully got out of bed and went to the window once more. The girl she’d heard was the one with the sweet smile that she’d seen in the Galeria yesterday, and Willy Wonka was next to her, warning her to run. The Chief of Police and Officer Affable faced them, but this wasn’t to last-the former seemed to tell the latter to leave, and the latter obeyed.

It wasn’t as if a switch flipped at that moment.

More like…

An extinguished candle was finally relit.

Before she could overthink herself into inaction, Wren was grabbing her robe and slippers and bolting downstairs, the snore that echoed after her serving as reassurance that she wouldn’t be found out. In her haste, she had the passing realization that this would be the first time she’d leave the house with her hair down and uncoiffed in over two years.

Through this rush, she heard the plunge of something in the town square’s fountain along with the shouts of the Chief, and she ran faster, throwing open the door just in time to see him about to club a drenched Willy over the head.

“OFFICER!”

Both men turned to her in an instant. She let out the breath she’d been holding since first hearing the girl’s voice, rolled her shoulders back, dropped into the character she’d played for the past two years, and stepped forward.

“What on earth is going on?”

They stared, each with a different kind of shock, as she walked toward the fountain. The Chief returned his nightstick to its holster.

“Mrs. Fickelgruber,” he stammered, “I thought you would have thought-well, I guess he didn’t tell-you aren’t-”

“No, I’m not thrilled about you clobbering this poor young man in the middle of the night,” she said, placing a hand on Willy’s shoulder. He looked at her, still touched with the fear of the past minutes but now grateful, and she tried not to be struck by the freckles she saw behind his water-plastered curls.

“Who said anything about clobbering?” the Chief laughed somewhat nervously. “We were just having a chat. An impactful, memorable chat. Right, Mr. Wonka?”

Willy dragged his eyes to him and held them there, a bit speechless.

What was probably three seconds but felt like an eternity of strange silence passed.

“Memorable indeed.”

“Right, then,” the Chief said. “You’ll do good to continue to remember it. Goodnight, Mrs. Fickelgruber.”

With that, he entered his car and drove away, his tail lights fading in the distance as the remaining pair stood, a little shell-shocked, her hand still on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said after a while, his gaze still trailing the receding police car.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, giving his shoulder an awkward pat, which made her realize just how cold he was due to the impromptu fountain bath. “Oh, God, you’re freezing. Let me…”

As he turned towards her, she looked up, trying to see through her window in the dark. She could barely make out the shape of a sound-asleep Felix, still in bed.

“Come to the office, I’ve got the key. There’s a fireplace there; you can stay as long as you need to to warm up.”

“Are you sure?”

His eyes moved up the same way, then back to her, and she shook her head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Of course.”

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“Do you want anything to drink? Water, tea? Hot chocolate?”

She hadn’t turned on most of the lights so as not to draw attention, but she’d started a beautiful fire, which Willy sat by in a plush emerald-green chair. She’d rattled off the drinks on habit, but she turned to him upon saying the third, sharing his smile.

“The last one, please. But I’ll make it.”

“No, you need to rest-”

“I insist,” he said, moving to join her by the small bar in the office and searching through ingredients. “Unless that’s some sort of corporate sacrilege.”

“Making chocolate in enemy territory?”

He took a small jar of powder from his sleeve and shook it into two mugs, considering this, and his smile faltered a bit.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked. “That they’d…that they’d send the police after me? That business rivalry is thought of like a war?”

She pursed her lips and nodded solemnly.

“They…feel threatened,” she said slowly, “and, despite how professional they seem, they can’t be mature or rational about it. Apparently, you really do have the best chocolate in town.”

He neither confirmed nor denied, but gave half of a smile as he looked down at the drinks he was stirring.

“And I, for one, am quite looking forward to trying it.”

“Here, then,” he said, pulling something out of a coat pocket that had managed to escape the frozen flush. “Nothing too dangerous about this one. Just some good old Wonka magic.”

He opened his hand to her, revealing a small, wrapped treat, and she sighed.

“I’d love to, but I really shouldn’t. Not even the drinks.”

“Why not?” came the stunned reply, and she nearly laughed at just how sweetly scandalized the boy seemed to be at the idea of anyone denying themselves that pleasure.

“Milk has never really…agreed with me. Bad for the throat, and I’m a singer besides, as you know-I mean, I-well, it’s just…”

PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.

“I shouldn’t.”

He took a moment, and she watched his eyes widen as he processed the shocking injustice of being genetically predisposed against chocolate.

“Does your husband know about this?”

“He does, but he doesn’t care. Says I’ll ‘grow out of it with time’, which I haven’t.”

“So he’s…”

“Essentially poisoning me, yes.”

They laughed a little, because, surrounded by echoes of Fickelgruber’s power, it was the only thing they could do.

Willy stared at the table for a moment, then pulled another vial, this one containing a liquid, from yet another pocket.

“Lucky for you, then, I’ve got milk made from the product of the finest almond trees on the islands of Seychelles,” he said as he deftly poured the liquid into her glass. “Guaranteed to go down sweetly, both on the taste buds and after.”

“...Thank you,” she murmured, touched by the gesture.

With a final flick of the wrist, he deemed the hot chocolate finished, and they each carried their mug to the fire.

“Wren,” he said thoughtfully as they sat down.

“Hm?”

She was instinctively flooded with warmth in the same way she was yesterday, though whether it was due to the stunningly perfect cocoa or hearing her name in his voice she wasn’t sure.

“Is it a nickname? Songbird, right?”

She saw in the fireglow that his face darkened a bit upon the memory of how Felix had always referred to her in the press, taking that potentially sweet title and spinning it in an almost dehumanizing manner. So someone did notice.

“Well…sort of. That was what my parents intended. They say a wren sang when I was born, so they gave me that name, and I loved it. But Felix assumed it was a nickname and suggested I should expand it; to sound more sophisticated in my performances, he said, but I knew half the reason was to fit with the alliteration. He’s always valued aesthetics above anything else.”

They were silent for a while, and the massive painting seemed to stare down at them, making the Fickelgrubers look almost menacing in the fireglow.

“That’s you?”

A moment passed.

“No. No, that’s not really me.”

Her voice was quiet, but decisive. Willy looked at her, really looked at her, and she felt more seen than she had in years.

“I want to help you,” she said.

“Hm?”

His head tilted to the side, a little stunned, and she nearly giggled as his now-drying curls flopped in front of his face.

How could anyone want to hurt him?

“I don’t know exactly what Felix and the rest have planned against you, but I know there’s something. He never really tells me anything, but I’ll…I’ll try to find out what I can, to distract him when needed. I don’t want you to be alone in this.”

“I’m not,” he said. “The others where I’m staying right now, we’re all in a rather precarious situation together, and I’ve got a few ideas, but…”

She watched the wheels turn in his mind, and after a few moments, he looked back up at her, for once lost for words.

“But thank you. Again. I’d…I appreciate it.”

“Thank you. For bringing some much-needed heart into this place.”

“I think you’ve done that rather well yourself.”

This was news to her often-guilt-wracked brain.

“...Really?”

“Well, of course. You clearly care, Wren…you’re kind, you’re poetic and talented, and far smarter than it seems they give you credit for. It’s in your eyes, too, I think. You can always tell the truth by a person’s eyes.”

Her heart had nearly stopped.

Somehow, though, she could tell that he was unaware of the full effect he had on her.

“Mr. Wonka-ah, Willy, I mean…”

“Forgive me if-I didn’t intend to-”

The clocks around the city chimed the hour, interrupting the two just as they had the day before, and the young man’s expression went from its dazed dawning to a startled realization.

“They’ll need me. Back where I’m staying, I mean.”

“Of-of course,” she said a bit awkwardly as they both stood up.

His hair had dried by now, falling in perfectly imperfect swoops around his face. He’d undone his necktie to keep its cold away from his neck, and his jacket was folded over his arm, and he was looking at her as if he hadn’t had a conversation quite like that with someone in a very, very long time.

And neither had I.

Or…ever, I suppose.

Until now.

“Thank you. Again.”

“You’re welcome. Again.”

She took a breath, let it out, and folded him into a hug, which he returned in an instant.

After two years of jutting angles and sharply possessive grasps, it was remarkable to simply, softly, hold and be held.

They bid a last goodnight before parting ways, and as she took her time walking back to the mansion, the moon seemed brighter than ever before.

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Felix Fickelgruber dating headcanons:

I'm sorry I know this pic isn't from the movie but this suit for the premiere is the best thing to ever grace my eyes and I love this look so much

Gn!reader

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First off, Felix absolutely has fantasies about being a chocolatier king and you being his chocolate queen/king/ruler

His fantasies about it have gotten so deep like he has every little detail thought out

You'd be by his side, his equal (Honestly more like 10/90 because he'd worship you) and he's treat you like royalty like you deserve

You make him feel powerful, like he can take on anything

On the royalty note, no matter if you're rich or poor, he's giving you a life of luxury and riches

Everything he has is yours

I know his colors are green but I can't stop imagining him and his partner wearing matching stunning dark blue outfits, his being the one in the pic above from the premiere

The biggest power couple

He'd be honored if you joined him in running his company

Seriously the thought (And the pic) makes me drool

Absolutely taking into account all your preferences for his chocolate

Like how in the movie they talk about how Wonka's chocolate has all the bells and whistles and is just weird? I appreciate some more intriguing candy but (Besides fruit in my chocolate unless its a specific few) personally one of my favorites is just plain hershey's bars and I feel like Felix would use that to prove Wonka wrong

No matter what your preferences are he's going to cater to them in any way possible

Defanitely having a candy named after you

I loved 'Sweet Tooth' in the movie and if you ever had your own song or musical sequence Felix would be absolutely awestruck

No matter how devoted he is to the other rival chocolatiers in the trio he'd always listen to you over them

He'd absolutely adore you no matter your temperment but if he ever saw you channeling your inner him he'd be so proud

A lot of animals can't have a lot of chocolate if any so if you have any pets Felix would be DEVISTATED that they can't have much chocolate

[inawearyworld]

music makers/dreamers of dreams: a fiytwtb addition

a study of wren's relationship with music at two pivotal points, and music's relationship to the world of wonka as a whole

2023!wonka x oc (though lbr there is also a SIZABLE dose of fickelgruber), ~1.9k

alrighty SO. i was thinking more about this dang movie (as you can probably see by the rest of this blog) and all those thoughts came here. i am a big ole motherfreakin nerd for music and shakespeare and many other things, and therefore so is wren.

also this takes place in the universe of the original screenplay (in which pure imagination is first sung by noodle as she teaches willy to read). my take on that song here in general is more like the original in the 70s movie; there’s just Somethin About It Man.

alrighty, enjoy, like comment reblog etc, love yall <3

fic masterlist

“We are the Music Makers, and We are the Dreamers of Dreams”, being a Prologue and Epilogue to “the Chronicles of the Songbird”, regarding the Songs in question and their Bird, one Wren Matterson.

Two Years and Eight Months Prior to Chapter One

This had been a very odd evening.

Wren had been put up in a luxury hotel for the amount of time she’d agreed to stay in the city, which had taken quite a bit of getting used to. Coming back to her room after a day of work voicing advertisements, she had noticed a crisply thrice-folded paper slipped under her door, held together with an emerald wax seal.

Yes, that was where the oddness had started.

She’d torn the seal, read the note conveyed by a cursive hand so elaborate it nearly caused a headache, and crinkled her brow.

She’d opened the door to her room’s closet, faced with the sight of a dress, stole, and gloves of deep green velvet that she soon learned were impossibly well-tailored.

She’d followed the address of the note, becoming even more confused when it led her to the city’s cathedral, but presented it to the bishop as instructed. He had looked her up and down and ushered her into what turned out to be an elevator.

She’d continued through the corridors, growing more and more curious and undeniably uneasy, greeted by a woman with tired eyes whom she wished she could have truly talked to. Any attempt at conversation that Wren made, though, was interrupted by whispers that came from the other side of the heavy door-

“The two of you must stay mostly in shadow, she won’t agree if she recognizes you and knows of our arrangement too early.”

“Are-are you sure of her, then, Felix, if she’s too-”

“Oh, do shut up, Gerald, she’ll certainly come around by the time we’ve-besides, you know you owe me one-”

“Gentlemen, please. Let’s just focus on the…ahem…altered choreography.”

“You can’t be in the center all the time, Arthur, it so happens that for this particular-”

“Fine, fine. Miss Bonbon, lights at the ready?”

And then the guard had cleared her throat, the whispers had ceased, and Wren went inside, asking if this summoning was for some sort of rerecording session.

And that was how she had gotten to this point, whatever point this was.

The evening’s oddness now found her the focal point of a whirling tango, a display so dizzying she barely knew which way was up. It was a teenaged fever-dream fantasy come to life, colored lights flooding and hands on her waist and trembling twixt-verse vamps and velvet and tweed and silk.

It was a too-sweet overwhelm of something, but at least it was something at all.

The lighting was such that she couldn’t tell exactly where she was, but she realized that, in that moment, she didn’t care. There was a taste of dark mint chocolate in the air, and she became aware that at some point a massive necklace of dewdrop emeralds had been clasped around her neck by a deft, grazing touch and was now dappling her collarbone as she was twirled, dipped, tossed, thrown.

Most inescapable of all was Felix Fickelgruber’s voice in her ear, accompanied by tight harmonies that came from seemingly nowhere, promising her every speck of security and influence that she’d been in need of her whole life. Any question or dissent from Wren was smoothly dismissed in rhyme, and even when she could get a few words in, they somehow always came out in rhythm.

It was almost as if her innate tendency to musicianship overruled any resistance.

It was almost as if he’d known that would be the case.

The realization was alarming and delicious all at once, and with the current sensation of melodies pronounced against her neck, she was inclined to focus on the latter.

The music from nowhere started to build, shifting from the driving tango into a blasting Broadway finale. Clear-toned horns, stunningly blaring lights, this sauntering silhouette with his sea-of-chocolate eyes calling her by a new name-it was too much, one quiet thought piped up, something’s being hidden.

“You’ll be living so high, don’t refuse my-”

Then the lights dimmed further and all else seemed to disappear, save for Felix and the sound of one solo violin.

“-question it took all this to confess.”

The violin threw in a chromatic accent, adding to her held-back and long-delayed swoon, and she realized the next line was hers.

“Don’t know if I should play it…”

“Darling, won’t you say it?”

Then his hand was lifting her face, and there was silence for the first time in what felt like ages.

She was backed up against a wall, not only in metaphor.

There was only one syllable left in the stanza, and only one possible rhyme.

“Yes.”

She let out a breath, which was soon caught up into his own as violins swooped into a sickeningly soaring final beat.

A Few Minutes Following Chapter Five

The librarian that had been the first in this city to give Wren a kind smile all that time ago was standing on her steps, hugging her daughter, who looked as if she was finally breathing for the first time in her fourteen years.

Without question, this was the most beautiful thing that the other woman had ever witnessed.

Something close to the same was probably true, too, for the man who stood beside her.

“If you want to view paradise, simply look at them and view it.”

He’d sung to Noodle to encourage her as they approached the library, a lilting melody that he was currently continuing-to himself now, and with tears in his voice.

“Somebody to hold onto; it’s all we really need.”

They both knew Noodle would stay in touch with them, they knew they were more than happy for her, but they were still touched with tears. Wren had her own bond with the girl, but she knew Willy would miss her the most out of everyone, so she took his arm, and they leaned on each other.

“Nothing else to it.”

He was probably thinking of his own mom, too.

And she was thinking of hers.

They’d finally been able to write back and forth again; Wren had read over and over the two years’ worth of her family’s letters, remembering all the time she’d spent worrying and wondering aloud to Felix why she’d never gotten a letter from them. He’d always flicked her words away, assured her they must have simply been busy, that the mail these days was spotty; his voice was always sweet and smooth on those days, and she’d allowed it to comfort her when she thought nothing else could.

Never again.

She’d written pages of apologies and explanations to her mom, pouring every ounce of love into that paper, and receiving the reply felt like a world-heavy weight off of her shoulders.

It was the same feeling that she knew her friend was feeling now, that her new love had felt in spirit just minutes ago.

They held each other, certain and close within the shared tinge of loneliness.

“So goes a good deed in a weary world.”

They turned to see the Oompa-Loompa just down the path, looking between them, his eyebrows going up a bit when his gaze found Wren.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Wonka,” he said half-sarcastically, “it seems I’ve misquoted in the presence of your aficionado of the Bard. ‘So shines a good deed in a naughty-’”

“It’s fine,” she laughed. “Portia’s…not exactly the most admirable of characters to need to quote correctly, anyway.”

“Quite right.”

“And I do like ‘weary’,” Willy mused. “It’s not what’s written, but it…”

“Just feels better,” Wren agreed, and Willy smiled at her before turning back to the Oompa-Loompa.

“I was wondering if I’d see you again.”

One negotiation later, the three were walking across an old bridge to a castle of ruin that nearly took Wren’s breath away. There was history in these old stones, so much life, so much room to dream.

“It’s beautiful, Willy.”

“Just wait,” he said with a grin.

“It was sweet, by the way, what you sang to Noodle. How did you find that melody?”

“It was hers, actually. Seems the idea of imagination can…”

He trailed off when the church bells tolled in a way that Wren had never heard them ring before.

High B flat, low A, low B flat.

High B flat, low A, low B flat.

High B flat, low A, low B flat.

Over the ostinato, she started to hum Noodle’s melody, and Willy stopped in his tracks, looking straight at her.

“What?” Wren said.

“...It fits.”

“Yeah, perfectly,” she smiled.

“Keep going,” Willy said, getting that sort of shimmer in his eye that usually came when he’d thought up some sort of wonderful new idea. “You’re the only person I’ve known who sees beauty in an old ruined castle-not only what it could be, but even just what it is. So”-overwashed with thoughts, he took her hands and kissed them, the dreamer in his element, and she laughed, and the Oompa-Loompa rolled his eyes, and Willy grinned, leading them into the castle-“so, Wren, my dear Wren-tell me what you hear.”

She closed her eyes for a moment and let it come. The possibility of the place, the fulfillment of the past few weeks, the melancholy and wonder, the magic that had entered her life.

“Start with a minor chord on the second,” she said softly, slowly. “Repeat your first few notes, let it fall into the five, then-then it goes to that major seventh.”

She swooned into the unexpected chord, then realized that, as she was murmuring each suggestion, it was blooming into full orchestral realization behind the chocolatier’s voice. At the same time, the castle’s courtyard was starting to take shape; the crumbling walls returned to their speckled glory, a beautiful domed ceiling of glass appeared from nowhere, and colorful ingredient pipes started to snake around each corner. Willy’s eyes widened with wonderstruck joy as his creation came to life, and he and Wren looked at each other with equal and mirrored pride.

For his part, the Oompa Loompa started to seem the slightest bit impressed, which the couple took as a win, smiling in awe as they danced into the space.

“We’ll begin with a spin, traveling-”

“One, two, diminished flat three…”

“-in the world of my creation!”

He was the taste and the sight, she was the sound and the sense.

“What we’ll see…”

“Two-five…”

“…will defy…”

The dance came to a pause, and he turned to her, eyes shimmering with anticipatory trust.

The answer came to her as a miracle would.

Your wheel mixes its chocolate, my song mixes its mode. Subvert their expectations, my love, just like you always have.

“Major three,” she said breathlessly, and-

“Explanation.”

The chord ricocheted through the space, and something like a sigh of a laugh escaped them both. Then the bridge came, soaring and swooping with a much truer hope than anything she’d ever heard before.

Wren Matterson had always loved music-it had been once her lifeline, then her work, then the thing that had held her in place. But now, it didn’t have a betraying hold on her, no-now it was hers, born of inspiration from those she loved, coursing through her skin with a warmth unlike anything she’d ever felt.

Perhaps there wasn’t exactly nothing to it, but they had indeed changed quite a bit of the world, and she had the feeling that they’d only just begun.

“There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there, you’ll be free if you truly wish to be.”

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Otaku_Girl's Fanfic Masterlist

Here is a quick overview of my complete Wonka (2023) fanfic back catalogue (and a few other Mathew Baynton related fandoms). I thought it'd be simpler to have everything in one place to find them more quickly 😊 The easiest way to follow my work and get the latest updates on all of my fics is via Archive Of Our Own - subscribing via my main Otaku_girl or my Wonka specific pseud AHatfulOfDreams.

Personal favourite

➼ Willy Wonka x Felix Fickelgruber

Sugar Daddy? Call Me (Sir)

Used to being in control during his working life, Willy wants (needs) someone to take control of his life outside of the inventing room. But trying to juggle his wants and desires without risking his dream may prove to be more tricky than he had anticipated.

Felix likes to be in control. A man of power, he’s not used to hearing no. Everybody has a price. Everyone. There’s no way some upstart chocolate maker would dare do anything but roll over for Fickelgruber, is there?

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53223310

long fic (150k+) ~ sugar daddy ~ bdsm ~ smut

➼ Dark!Wonka x Felix Fickelgruber

His (Darkness)

“Arthur. You cannot be serious.”

“As you can see, he is mainly housebroken. But he still needs to be put in his place on a regular basis. He needs to be taught a firm lesson, as it were. You can take Felix if you want him. Consider him my little welcoming gift to you. He’s not as pretty or as young as he once was, but at least he’ll keep thin for you. And he’s very obedient when remembers to mind his manners.”

“No, Arthur, please.”

“Do you think that you can handle him, Wonka? He is clearly in need of some remedial lessons.”

“I think I shouldn’t have a problem, Arthur. I thank you for the gift. I shall make sure to use it thoroughly before your return. Perhaps he could do with a reminder of precisely who he deserves to be owned by. Property doesn’t get to choose its master.”

Dark!Wonka. Post-canon. Please read the tags as they are updated. We're in for another long one, folks.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54770731

Dove ~ dark ~ eventual happy ending ~ smut

x Reader fics

➼ Willy Wonka x Reader

(Pure) Imagination

You wouldn't go as far as to say you love your job, but you do love the freedom it gives you. One frozen night, you encounter a customer unlike any other, who seems determined to show you a world beyond your imagination. Wonka hires your services for the night. You end up with more than you bargained for. Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52955674

light-hearted ~ sex work ~ smut

Bitter Choices & Unsweetened Dreams

“I thought she was your sister?” “What’s it to you?”  “It’s a great deal to me.” Mister Top Hat says, voice even and calm. “Family is family. But property…” His eyes flick down the length of you once more, as though weighing up his words, before saying, “Well, property can change hands.”

When trying to escape capture, you ask for Mister Wonka's help. Sometimes, it's best to be careful what you wish for.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53109055

Dark!Wonka ~ angst with a happy ending ~ nonsexual

The Most Fearsome Foe Known to Man

Willy accidentally angers the most fearsome of potential foes known to mankind: a librarian. Despite Noodle’s warnings, he doesn’t understand the importance of returning library books both in the state in which they were borrowed and, most importantly, on time.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53069821

light-hearted ~ crack treated seriously ~ nonsexual

➼ Felix Fickelgruber x Reader

Make Me (Break Me)

“I can assure you that it is all there.” He sounds insulted that you would even consider checking that the amount in full is there before things get started. “Just like the first envelope this evening had the exact amount agreed upon.”

You send him a small placating smile. “It is nothing personal, Mister Fickelgruber. It is just business. Now. Strip."

Felix Fickelgruber has a very specific fantasy in mind — one that is perhaps best left in the hands of a professional.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54227971

pro-domme reader ~ SSCK ~ smut

➼Multiple pairings

Forget Me (K)Not

“Please? Please. I need…”

“The boy is clearly a beta, Felix. Use your nose. No self-respecting omega would go around smelling like that. And have you not seen his clothes? The callouses on his hands? I know you have a weakness for pretty little things, Felix, but wake up. This is no more than another pathetic attempt by a money-grubbing, greedy child to get a leg up. So no. Absolutely not. I will not even entertain the thought.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54321145

A/B/O ~ first heat ~ omegaverse ~ smut

For a moment like this

“Arthur.”

There’s no space for words between them. The name falling from his lips — an admonishment, a prayer, a breathy, needy plea — is more than enough.

Thick fingers — strong enough to break him, if Arthur so wishes — tug at delicate tweed. The unmistakable sound of fabric tearing, of buttons skittering across wooden floorboards, of bare flesh meeting bare flesh intertwines with their harsh breaths.

Gerald, Arthur and Felix share moments together. [Now] a collection of poly chocolate cartel vignettes.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56211682

Polyamory ~ vignettes ~ ficlet collection ~ poly chocolate cartel

Party favour

“Remember this is what you asked for. You wanted this.”

Hands clenching and unclenching, he wished not for the first time, that he had been more careful. He had relied on the kindness of strangers for so long — too long. It would seem that he had grown used to their help, their honesty and support. He didn’t think to look for deception in their every move, to seek out the potential dangers in their every action.

He should have learned his lesson from his contract with Mrs Scrubbit and Mister Bleacher.

He should have done a lot of things.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to stay right here. I’ll make sure anyone who comes even remotely our way will enjoy the view to the fullest.”

Willy receives an invite to a gala that doesn’t go exactly as he had planned. Poly chocolate cartel gangbang fic~ with added Chief of Police!

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56432554

Trans Wonka ~ shameless smut ~ polyamory ~ poly chocolate cartel

Until it happens to you (you won't know)

Willy! I thought you had everything sorted with the Chief? What happened with your little chat?”

“I… everything is fine, Noodle. It’s fine. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

“There you are, candyman. I knew I’d find you around here somewhere. You know, the funniest thing happened. I came lookin’ for ya, and I couldn’t find you anywhere. Even that nice Mister Bleacher couldn’t find you. It’s almost as if you were hiding from me. Me! You wouldn't be stupid enough to hide from the police, would you, Wonka?”

The Chief of Police decides to reinforce his little message with more than just a bonk on the head.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56123263

Dark fic ~ threesome ~ waterboarding ~ Felix x Willy x Chief

The Most (Un)Romantic Day of the Year

Arthur did not consider himself to be a romantic man. Yet even he felt it was not too unresonable to expect to spend their anniversary together.

The poly chocolate cartel engagement fic that one person kind-of asked for. Pure fluff.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54916120

Romance ~ established relationship ~ marriage proposal

Dark Deeds and Bitter Choices

What if Mrs Scrubbit decided that they could make more money using Willy's talents elsewhere, outside of the washhouse?

The Arthur/Felix/Willy fic that nobody asked for.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53986543

Dark!Arthur ~ dove ~ non-ssck ~ smut

➼ Willy Wonka x Arthur Slugworth

(A World Of) My Own

Wonka’s store stood, a hollowed-out husk, the remains burned to cinders. When the cartel came, what if Arthur felt a twinge of something he hadn’t felt in years? The pre-slash/ get-together fic that precisely one person asked for.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54184039

Guilt ~ fix-it ~ accidental dating

➼ Willy Wonka x The Chief of Police

Three strikes

Willy thought back to their last meeting, to the freezing cold water, to the sharp whack to the back of his head. It was not a situation he hoped to repeat anytime soon."Officer, I—”

"That's the problem with all of you young upstarts. You never do think.”

While waiting to meet Felix for their date, Willy manages to draw the ire of the Chief of Police.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54115921

misunderstandings ~ dove ~ hurt no comfort

➼ Felix Fickelgruber x Arthur Slugworth

Strength (In Silence)

Arthur is a man who knows his strength all too well. He thought that he was concealing his fears from Felix; yet the other man would never cease to amaze him in the most unexpected of ways.

A soft colleagues-to-lovers bdsm fic with gentle!Dom Felix and Submissive!Arthur, where Arthur is afraid of his own strength (and Felix is determined that isn’t a good enough reason for them not to fuck like bunnies).

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54916276

Kink negotiation ~ submissive Arthur ~ gentle dominant Felix

Empty

There’s no colour in the sky when Felix wakes up. There’s no warmth in his chest, or excitement in his gut. There is nothing but the unwavering certainty: he is not enough.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54447592

depression ~ anxiety ~ hurt no comfort

For a Moment

“I have a spare room. It’s nothin fancy, but it beats any of the shelters I’m meant to recommend in these cases.”

“These cases?”

The chief looked down, before steeling himself and meeting Felix’s gaze once more. “I think we both know what I mean, Mister Fickelgruber, Sir.”

“I do not think that we do. You shall have to spell it out for me.”

It takes an average of seven attempts for a person to leave a domestic violent situation for good.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54618847

domestic abuse ~ hurt no comfort ~ hopeful ending

Pet

“It really is quite simple, Arthur. I have certain…predilections when it comes to my partners. I enjoy a certain, shall we say, power dynamic within the bedroom.”

“You wish to be held down and told what to do? I can do that."

“You misunderstand, darling. I prefer to be the one doing the ‘holding down’ and ‘telling what to do’, as it were."

Arthur Slugworth was not a man who took orders. And yet, for Felix...he could learn to be.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54652468

submissive Arthur ~ dominant Felix ~ BDSM

Things (Best) Left Unsaid

“You’re married, aren’t you?” “Er, yes? Yes I am Mister Fickelgruber.” “Do you ever regret it?”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54726334

reflection ~ marriage ~ doubt

➼ Felix Fickelgruber x The Chief of Police

Just Give Me A Reason (Just A Little Bit's Enough)

“What brings you to my doorstep this evening, Chief? I do hope that I shall have the opportunity to counter whatever offer Arthur has made you before you proceed.”

The Chief looked at him blankly. He could see the tenseness around Felix’s mouth, the tightness around his eyes. Was that his hands shaking, just visible above his desk? Surely not. Felix didn’t get nervous. Not like that. Unless…His stomach dropped. “Before I—Jesus Christ Felix, I’m not here because Arthur sent me.”

When Felix misses a cartel meeting, The Chief of Police can't help but worry. Shameless smut ensues. Can be read as a stand-alone or a follow-on from Things (Best) Left Unsaid.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55171597

submissive Chief ~ dominant Felix ~ smut

His Jewel

Francis hates the feeling of not being plugged. It had been one of Felix’s first requirements, when they first began their little arrangement. He had thought the other man was joking at first. Until he had seen the look of disappointment in Felix’s eyes when he had slipped a hand beneath his uniform trousers to check, and found his hole clenched tightly shut, not a single sign of use since the last time Felix had deemed him worthy of his time and attention.

Felix gets The Chief a special little something to help him think about him whenever they aren't together.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54257518

butt plugs ~ bdsm ~ smut

➼ Felix Fickelgruber x Gerald Prodnose

Falling In Love (With My Best Friend)

“What happened this time, Felix?”

“I made an utter fool of myself. Again. I thought…” he trailed off. Settling the delicate china down, he allowed his hands to rest in his lap. He turned them over slowly, eyes running over the delicate bones shifting just beneath the surface, the faint calluses that could truly only be felt rather than seen unless you knew to look for them. Nobody ever looked at Felix and thought to look for them.

“Felix?”

“He called me a slut.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55776700

friends to lovers ~ smut ~ praise kink

x Crossover fics

➼ Wonka (2023) x You, Me and the Apocalypse

Darling boy

Felix Fickelgruber x Ariel Conroy

"You took something that belongs to me, Mister Conroy. And I shall have you repay that debt. One way or another."

Ariel thought that he was just hacking funds from another wealthy nobody. Too bad that Felix doesn’t take kindly to having his money stolen. Luckily for Ariel, there are other methods of repayment that he is willing to accept.

The Wonka x You, Me and The Apocalypse (crossover) that nobody asked for and like maybe two people will ever read 😂 (Please note: This is primarily set in the Wonka-verse, so you can read Ariel as an OC if you are unfamiliar with YMATA).

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54566395

Kidnapping ~ dove ~ happy ending ~ smut ~ bdsm ~ crossover

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Other Fandoms

Ghosts (2019)

Take a chance on me

Pat Butcher x Reader

“Now c'mon then love, let’s see you. Only if you’re sure. I could fetch one of the others if you’d like? Julian’s got a ton of experience if even half of his stories are to be believed. And Thomas…well, if you like that sort of thing. I suppose he’s a good enough looking chap if you can get past his poetry. And all the love confessions about other women. And the moping. And the…general Thomas-ness.”

“I think I’d rather just keep this between the two of us if that’s ok with you, Pat? At least for now? Anything else sounds a little bit advanced for…”

“For your first time as a ghost?” Pat finishes your sentence for you, sending you a reassuring smile, “We’ve all been there."

“Haha. Yes. It will be my first time as a ghost. And also…maybe… my first time…”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55039954

Gentle dom ~ reader insert ~ pure smut ~ virgin reader

Can't take it back (once it's been set in motion)

Thomas Thorne x Reader; Pat Butcher x Reader; Thomas Thorne x Julian Fawcett

“Patrick tells me that you are inexperienced in the ways of the flesh.”

“Pat said what?”

“Patrick was telling me all about your little…conversation," Thomas said delicately, a small, sly smile curling at the corners of his lips. "And I was wondering if perhaps I might be of some assistance?”

Thomas offers to help you lose your virginity. It would be a far more appealing prospect, if you weren't half convinced you were developing feelings for Pat.

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This can be read as a stand-alone, or a sequel to my Pat/Reader fic ‘Take a chance on me’. Shameless smut which developed a little bit of plot.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55376755

Misunderstandings ~ cunnilingus ~ smut ~ virgin reader

Bullet Train (2022)

A Certain satisfaction (in a Little Bit of Pain)

Tangerine x Lemon

Lemon pressed his knee lower against the swell of Tangerine’s arse, waiting patiently for his struggles to die down once more.

“Is this actually helping, Tan? Because I can keep this up all night. So why don’t you stop being a little bitch, and run through your safewords for me like a good fuckin' boy so we can get started.”

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After a job goes bad, Lemon knows what Tangerine needs. If only he can get Tangerine out of his own head long enough to give it to him.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55881517

bdsm ~ everyone lives nobody dies ~ smut ~ my first try at the fruits

I just wanna see you (be brave)

Ladybug x Tangerine, Ladybug x Tangerine x Lemon, Tangerine x Lemon

“What the hell am I supposed to do with him?”

“It’s really not that bloody hard, mate. Just keep him locked in his room. This job shouldn’t last more than another day. Three at most.”

“Three? He’s fucking gone into rut, Lemon. How am I supposed to keep him calm and—”

“Oh, there’s no chance of that. Yeah. He’s just gotta work it out of his system. Leave him to it; I’ll help him when I get back. Oh, and Ladybird?”

“It’s LadyBUG actually—”

“It’s heat, not rut.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57032443

Non-traditional a/b/o dynamics ~ shameless smut ~ 60k

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You look so good (there on your knees) - Willy x Chief of Police, Willy x Felix, Willy x Felix x Chief of Police, 1 of 2

“Thank you for making time in your busy schedule to come by at such short notice,” Mister Fickelgruber’s voice rang out through the room. Francis turned his attention to the other man fully, sending him a jovial smile.

“It’s no problem at all, Mister Fickelgruber, sir. Anything for you. And Misters Slugworth and Prodnose too, of course!” he added with a chuckle, nervously rubbing at the back of his head.

“Please, call me Felix,” he said, smile widening.

Francis’s eyes widened. “Of course, Mister—Felix. Sir.”

Felix chuckled. He stood smoothly, making his way across the room towards a waiting drinks cabinet. He began mixing himself a fresh chocolate martini, pouring a second with two perfect little Fickelgruber chocolates balanced delicately on top. Francis eagerly honed in on the drink, licking his lips in anticipation.

“I suppose you are wondering why you are here.” Felix handed him one of the drinks, neatly taking his seat on the wingback chair once again. He leaned back, leg rising to cross over the opposite one, sipping delicately at his drink. Hazel eyes locked onto the Chief, studying him closely.

“Yes, s—Felix,” Francis stumbled over his words with a wince. The other man sent him an indulgent little smile.

“There is no need to be worried, darling. I called you here today to ask a favour. A personal one,” Felix added delicately, eyebrow arched meaningfully.

Francis’s mind began to race. What on earth could the other man want with him? He tried to tamper down his excitement. He was sure that, whatever it was, it wouldn’t match up with whatever fanciful ideas he was imagining. Perhaps the other man needed a rival more quietly disposed of than usual or wanted Francis to act as private security for him once again. He hadn’t done it many times, but it had paid well enough. Plus he had got to eat all the fancy food he had wanted while at whichever party or gala or event Felix needed to attend.

“Of course. Whatever it is you need, just say the word. You know I can’t say no to you, Felix.”

Felix’s lips curled into a sharp grin, excitement glinting in his eyes. “Excellent. That is just what I wanted to hear,” he purred, placing his glass on the floor. “Pet? Do come out. You are being terribly rude. It is time to greet our guest.”

You look so good (there on your knees)

(1869 words) by Otaku_girl, AHatfulOfDreams Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Wonka (2023), Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (1971), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chief of Police/Willy Wonka, Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka, Chief of Police/Felix Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka Characters: Chief of Police (Wonka Movie 2023), Willy Wonka, felix fickelgruber Additional Tags: Master/Slave, Slave Training, sharing a submissive, Safe Sane and Consensual, Risk Aware Consensual Kink, Healthy Relationships, Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Kinktober, Kinktober 2024, crawling, Collars, Clothed Male Naked Male, Submissive Willy Wonka, Dominant Felix Fickelgruber, Switch Felix Fickelgruber, Service top Chief of Police, Service Top, BDSM, humping, Boot Humping, Everything is consensual, Sexual Slavery, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, BDSM Scene, Kneeling, Light Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Begging, Orgasm Control, Oral Fixation, Enthusiastic Consent Summary: “I suppose you are wondering why you are here. There is no need to be worried, darling. I called you here today to ask a favour. A personal one,” Felix added delicately, eyebrow arched meaningfully. “Of course. Whatever it is you need, just say the word. You know I can’t say no to you, Mister Fickelgruber.” Felix’s lips curled into a sharp grin, excitement glinting in his eyes. “Excellent. That is just what I wanted to hear,” he purred, placing his glass on the floor. “Pet? Do come out. You are being terribly rude. It is time to greet our guest.” Felix invites the Chief of Police to assist with training his new submissive. The Chief is more than willing to help.

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Princess - Willy x Felix - Wonka (2023) - 1/1 - T

Princess (2717 words) by Otaku_girl, AHatfulOfDreams Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wonka (2023) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mr. Fickelgruber/Willy Wonka Characters: Willy Wonka, felix fickelgruber Additional Tags: Lingerie, Crossdressing, Kinktober, Kinktober 2024, Genderfluid Character, Sugar Daddy, Corsetry, Stockings, Self-Doubt, Established Relationship, Light Dom/sub, genderfluid Willy Wonka, Dominant Felix Fickelgruber, Submissive Willy Wonka, Fluff, Gift Giving Summary: Everything needs to be perfect. Cautious fingers unrolled first one stocking, then the other, straightening the dark seams behind his ankles all the way up to mid-thigh. The lacy tops he carefully clipped in place to the dark green garter he hurried to add before his careful placement could be ruined. He ran his hands over his legs slowly, appreciating the silk against his skin. He had never realised how long his legs could look — nor how slender. He twisted this way and that, trying to see himself from every angle, trying to imagine how Felix would see him. Would Felix like what he saw after all? Or would he think Willy was foolish for wanting such a thing? For wanting to look pretty not only for Felix, but for himself, too? Sometimes, Willy likes to look pretty.