#wonka timothee

stoppp that’s so sweet 😩!

“It’s super easy. Promise. It’s just a click…” he paused, turning on the light to reveal machines across the room. “of some buttons.”

“Okay, so this is where we start. You choose whatever you want to put in it.” He motioned to the table in front of you, all the ingredients laid out in an organized manner.

“Mm… there’s so much. How do you even….” You mumbled, looking up at him.

“Then for the test we’ll just do a regular milk chocolate! That okay?”

You nodded, he grabbed the ingredients and talked over the machines whirring, his hands guided yours through every step of the way, his front pressed up against your back, his soothing voice making you sort of tired.

“Anddd… we have a wonderful chocolate bar.” He said, presenting it like some sort of gift, handing it to you. He smiled when you took it, looking up at him.

“Eat it.” He motioned to the bar in your hand, and you popped it in your mouth. “It’s good, right?”

“You know it is… I don’t get how you do it.” You kissed his cheek, he smiled, wrapping his arm around you.

Wonka: Willy Wonka x female reader

Warnings: nsfw / fluff / se&ual actions / love confessions

Words: 1,5k

Summary: Willy just got almost drowned in chocolate & you take him home so he can get a nice and warm shower ... things get a little bit out of control

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Willy almost got drowned in chocolate but it doesn’t seem to bother him that much. Because now he finally was free from being bullied and sabotaged by the three mean chocolatiers. 

All covered in chocolate he was standing on the marketplace, watching the people around him cheering and applauding. That’s when something catches his attention. 

You. 

The girl he had a crush on since he’d come to this town with that boat. You were the first person he met that night, but you didn’t know, because he just saw you from afar. 

Since then Willy was a little bit … obsessed with you as someone would might say. 

„Willy? What happened?!“, you shouted as you saw him standing there all covered in sugar sweet liquid. 

He smiled cheeky. „Oh nothing important. I just almost got killed by three evil chocolatiers, but eventually got saved by a little orange man with a flying machine.“ 

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. „Excuse me?“ 

„I said …“ 

„I know what you said, Willy!“, you interrupted him briefly. „Well I shouldn’t be that surprised, because you experience the wildest adventures, but this one seems kinda extreme even for you.“ 

Willy scratches the back of his head ashamed and realised that the chocolate already began to dry. 

You frowned. “You have to get that off of your body before you become a life size chocolate man.” 

“I guess you’re right, even if the idea of being made out of chocolate is kinda tempting”, Willy said. “I probably should take a bath in the harbour to get it off.” 

Your jaw dropped again. “Did you hit your head while being almost drowned? You can’t take a bath in the harbour while tasting like a treat. You will get eaten by a shark and after that he becomes diabetic!” 

Determined you take his hand and pull him after you. A big smile appeared on Willys face as he risked a look at your tangled hands. 

“You can take a shower at my place. The warm water will wash all of this sticky stuff off in no time!” 

Willy gladly obliged to your stubbornness and followed you back home. 

Back at your tiny apartment you gave Willy some towels and dry clothes, that you brother once left while he was visiting town. When you hear the water splashing you realized for the first time what’s happening right now. In you bathroom was a man. Naked. 

All of a sudden your cheeks began to burn and you heart just made the attempt to jump right out of your chest. You couldn’t bring your thoughts to focus on anything else than … him being … naked. 

„Thank you for the warm shower, y/n. Its truly a relief to…“ he keeps on talking, but your ears weren’t capable of listening anymore because he just stepped outside the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. 

The air got a little steamy because of the hot water and his dark curls were soaked and falling over his face. Willy looked like a dream that weren’t meant to be real. 

„Are you alright?“, he asked concerned and comes closer to you. His hand touched your face and you snapped out of admiring him. „Don’t tell me you are getting sick.“ 

„I-I’m not sick. I-I just …“, you stuttered. He was so close to you, that if you would just reach out your hand a bit, you could touch him. But you were way to shy for that. 

His gaze softened. „Good. Because you had me worried for a second.“ 

„You were worried about me being a little sick? Why?“

He moved his thumb gently over your cheek without even considering to let go of you. „Because … because I care about you, y/n.“ 

„Why?“, your mind was long gone, that’s why you couldn’t think of any response that would made sense. But Willy didn’t seem to bother. He chuckled softly. 

„Because I really like you.“ 

Your heart was pounding like it just ran a marathon by itself. Then it stopped, just to pound even faster. „I like you too, Willy.“ 

Slowly he leaned his forehead against yours, still touching your warm cheeks. His eyes closed like he was fighting with himself about what to do next. „My consciousness is telling me to put my clothes on and leaving for good. But my mind wants me to kiss you so bad. I don’t know what to do.“ 

A little smile showed on your face. Willy was not a man who talks in riddles. He only speaks the truth and doesn’t care about what the people would think. „I always liked the way your mind works.“ 

Willy didn’t need to hear more. He kissed you. So slow that it would almost be in slow motion. His lips felt soft on yours. Tiny water drops were falling down from his wet hair, but you didn’t bother. Your hands find their way up his chest and holding on to him while resting around his neck. Willy was quiet tall, so you had to go up on your tiptoes while he had his arms wrapped around your waist, pressing your bodies together. 

You could feel how much he liked to kiss you and couldn’t help but smile devilishly. Without even think about it, you paused kissing Willy and grabbed the fabric of your dress and pulled it over your head. He was just staring at you with mixed emotions showing in his eyes. 

„What are you doing?“, he asked slowly and out of breath. You could see in his eyes that he clearly enjoyed this, but he was too much of a gentleman to ever take advantage of you. 

„I thought it was a little unfair to let you be the only one being … not fully clothed.“ The only thing you were wearing right now was a thin underdress. He was looking at you with a deep desire in his eyes, that you couldn’t ever escape. 

Willy had to swallow hard. „You don’t have to … I mean I would never …“

„I want to“, you simply replied. 

And again, Willy didn’t need more confirmation. He made a step forward and his lips crashed against yours. A surprised noice came out of your throat but you leaned into the kiss in no time. His hands grabbed your waist, making clear what his intensions were. He wanted you. 

His touch leaves your skin burning in desire for more and before you could even catch a breath his hands grabbed your legs and you find yourself wrapped around his waist. His hair was soft between your fingers and if you gently pulled it, he let out a little groan. 

„You have no idea what you do to me“, his voice sounds dark and heavy. „Being with you feels like magic to me.“ 

Willy walked over to your bed and as he managet to let you down gently, the towel vanished from his body. He kissed you passionately while his hands find their way beneath your underdress, exploring your body. The useless fabric joined the towel on the floor and you could feel him skin to skin. A little moan escaped your lips as you feel his length inside you and Willy moved slowly to give you time to get used to the intense feeling. 

„How does it feel, my love?“, he whispered to make sure if you are alright. 

You smiled. „Like magic.“ 

He began to move, slowly at first to find a rhythm. With every kiss and every touch he gets faster and you couldn’t keep it quiet any longer. His kisses find your neck and his grip got so much tighter. You hold onto him with everything fiber while reaching the climax at the same time as he does. 

His muscles began to relax again and you could feel his weight on your body. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist and Willy buried his face at your neck, breathing in your scent. Time passes. You had no idea how long the two of you stayed in that position, but you wished it could last forever. 

„You called me my love.“ The words were spoken before you could even think about it. 

Willy raised his head to look at you with a satisfied smile on his swollen lips. He looked so angelic that it was almost not real. „That’s because you own it. You own my love. You own my heart. Since the day I stepped into this town … I am yours, y/n.“ 

You could see in his eyes, that he truly meant every word. „I love you too, Willy Wonka.“ You whispered and kiss him softly. 

„I’m very aware how bad the timing is … but I kinda have something that needs to be done. I arranged that Noodle can meet her mother for the first time in her life and … I don’t want to miss that.“ His eyes were full of sorrow. Willy was afraid that you might get mad at him for leaving again just after the two of you … found together. 

„You go and do what needs to be done. I will be here.“ You made clear that you understand his good intentions by touching his cheeks and followed the line of his lip with your thumb. „Will you come back to me after that?“ 

Willy smiled and leaned his forehead against yours. „I will always come back to you.“ 

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Headcanon that Willy Wonka likes to be choked. After all, he's an unhinged, crazy mf

It doesn't have to be suffocating pressure. Just his significant other's hands on his throat and the slight pressing of her weight is enough to drive him crazy

If she wraps her hands around his throat while kissing or feeling him up, and squeeze just enough, even during a playful argument, he'll be turned on almost instantly and forget his train of thought. It's a devious trick she likes to pull when she wants his attention but he's been too focused elsewhere

If it's during the throngs of passion, choking him especially with more force and when he's close, will sometimes result in explosive, drawn-out orgasms that has him seeing stars, whimpering, trembling, and sometimes mumbling nonsense afterwards

Just Willy and choking ❤️

(If anybody writes a fic about this, PLEASE tag me! 🤭)

Additions:

He's a vers but mainly a power bottom with women, focused on pleasure for all parties. Even with her hands on his throat, him pleading to cum and give her all he has or he'll surely most definitely die, his hips rapidly fucking up into her

A secret pervert, he's really into smells, her smell, but he'd never admit it. He'd deny deny deny, but the moment she catches him touching himself with her used panties pressed to his face, he can no longer lie

(He still will, though)

He may become a bit obsessive, like a painter needing his muse. It can cause problems due to his impulsive nature

When he wants her, his gaze zeroes-in on her and she becomes his world and attention. His green eyes gain that familiar hint of insanity, and he hardly blinks. It's like being under the gaze of a predator; a predator who wants to fuck her to high heaven

We already know he's a confectioner and chocolatier, so taste and tongue are senses he uses almost daily... She also learns that he's one of those men with a longer-than-average tongue

His tongue, paired with his impulsiveness and stamina has caused several instances of her being "trapped," his head between her thighs, his curly hair askew, and his tongue and mouth going to town

Summary: you and Willy go on your little day out date, and later that night share a kiss (or two) ;)

Pairing: Timothée!Wonka x fem!reader

Word count: 544

Warnings: again, disgustingly innocent fluff and maybe some typos

Part one here!

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“I can’t believe that actually works.” You marveled, in awe of his scheme that allows him to slip in and out unnoticed by Ms Scrubbit or Bleacher.

“Of course it does, I’ve been doing it for weeks.” Willy replied with a hint of pride, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Info - kinda crazy Wonka, pussy obsessed, vocal and reactive reader, reader with a bush, using whipped cream during sex, temperature play, face humping, squirting, calling reader lamb/creature/pup, oral (Fem receiving), kinda Dom Wonka, mention of crying and over stimulating, sir kink

Summary: Watching Wonka with Timothée on the couch after it comes out on Max as he spoils you with chocolate.

This fic is pure…: Fluff

Warnings: Timothée being adorable, Timothée being sweet

A/n: I wrote this at 1am. It’s also more so a blurb but whatever.

The Wonka Movie is fine when you completely remove yourself from the context of the original book or the Gene Wilder movie.

I know that’s not the point, I know it’s intention by the creators was to be a prequel but I just can’t see it that way. I went into that theater primed to see it as it’s own weird thing. And you know what?

I love Wonka when it’s its own thing.

Do I think that giving a backstory to Willy Wonka is missing the point of his original characterization? Absolutely.

But the protagonist of Wonka isn’t Willy Wonka to me. He isn’t “Willy Wonka, son of a respected dentist, absolute madman, slaveholder, and candy alchemist.” He’s “William No-Middle-Name Wonka, son of a poor woman who grew up on a boat, the boy full of whimsy yet naïveté but with the potential for a good (well-intentioned) scheme, a dreamer and visionary, candy magician.”

And I love that character. I love how he’s kind yet naive, and that naïveté gets him into trouble. I love how he’s such a dreamer. Hell, I love how he starts out illiterate! It’s hilarious.

I won’t bother with the lore implications of Wonka because I feel it just isn’t meant to be part of the lore of Willy Wonka. This is just a different Willy Wonka to me. And I think the movie could’ve been plenty more enjoyable for a lot of people if it wasn’t marketed as a prequel but as “a reimagining of a dreamer chocolatier”.