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I might just start writing about Timothee!Willy Wonka because... damn....

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A bit of love and chocolate

Willy shares his last piece of chocolate.

Willy Wonka x Fem! reader

word count: 670

no warnings

masterlist, Wonka Masterlist

The streets of the city were quiet at this hour, save for the distant sounds of late-night travelers and the occasional splash of rain against the cobblestone roads. The glow of lamplight flickered against the damp pavement, casting golden reflections that made everything feel just a bit more magical—at least, that’s how it felt whenever he was with you.  

Wrapped in a slightly tattered coat and clutching a small paper bag, Willy hurried down the alleyway, his breath clouding in the cool night air. He glanced over his shoulder, making sure he hadn’t been followed. Mrs. Scrubbit had already caught him sneaking out once before, and he couldn’t afford to be locked in the attic again. But seeing you—just for a little while—was worth any risk.  

When he finally reached the side street where you always met, he saw you waiting on the worn steps of your small flat, arms tucked around yourself for warmth. The sight made his heart do that funny little leap it always did whenever you were near.   

“Miss me?” Willy called softly as he stepped into the light.  

You turned, your face lighting up at the sight of him. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble sneaking out like this.”  

“Ah, but what’s life without a little danger?” he teased, plopping down beside you.  

You shook your head with a fond smile. “One day, she’s going to catch you.”  

“She’d have to be quicker than me.” He tapped his temple. “And I’m very fast when properly motivated.”  

You huffed a laugh, nudging him with your shoulder. “And what motivates you, exactly?”  

“Well…” He grinned, reaching into the paper bag. “Chocolate, mostly.” He pulled out a small, neatly wrapped piece and handed it to you.  

You raised an eyebrow. “Willy, that’s—”  

“My last piece, I know,” he interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “And I’m giving it to you, because—” He turned to you, eyes warm, voice softer now. “That’s love.”  

You stared at him for a long moment, the teasing edge in your expression melting away. The words were spoken so easily as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and maybe to him, it was.  

You took the chocolate from his hand carefully, as if it were something delicate, something precious. “You really are something else, Wonka,” you murmured.  

“I like to think so.” He leaned in a little, resting his chin in his palm as he watched you with bright, expectant eyes. “Go on, try it! It’s a new batch. Made it myself, of course—top-tier craftsmanship, a hint of cinnamon, a whisper of nutmeg, and just the tiniest bit of longing.”  

You laughed, shaking your head, but did as he asked. The moment the chocolate melted on your tongue, you sighed in contentment. “That’s incredible,” you admitted.  

Willy beamed, rocking back on his heels. “I knew it! Love makes everything sweeter.”  

“Or maybe you’re just that good,” you mused.  

“Both!” he declared, pointing a finger in the air. “But mostly the first one.”  

You rolled your eyes fondly, but then your smile softened. “Thank you, Willy.”  

His expression turned a little sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I was planning on savoring it, but then I figured… I’d rather you have it.”  

Warmth spread through your chest, and before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He froze for a second, then blinked at you, stunned.  

“Goodnight, Willy,” you whispered, standing up before he could say anything else.  

He remained seated, mouth slightly open, before breaking into the biggest, goofiest grin you’d ever seen. “Goodnight, dearest,” he called after you as you disappeared inside.  

Still grinning, Willy touched his cheek where you kissed him, then got to his feet, adjusting his coat. He had to get back before Mrs. Scrubbit noticed his absence, but somehow, sneaking back through the laundry chute didn’t seem like such a hardship tonight.  

After all, he had something even sweeter than chocolate to dream about.  

Guys I just fell into a rabbit hole of Timothée Chalamet fanfics early in the morning !

✮⋆˙ 𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲-𝐂𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐩

╰┈➤ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, Willy Wonka, ever playful, boops his wife Y/N’s nose while teasing her about her serious focus on the factory’s caramel. Their lighthearted exchange is filled with affection, reminding them both that even in a world of chaos, love and laughter are the sweetest creations.

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 675୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

⊹₊⟡ ⋆ 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦

The sweet aroma of chocolate and caramel filled the air, mingling with the hum of machinery and the faint, whimsical tunes of the Oompa Loompas as they worked in the background. Willy Wonka, with his vibrant purple coat and signature top hat tilted slightly askew, was striding through the factory, his cane tapping rhythmically on the floor. But today, his usual focus on his candy empire was entirely derailed by one thing—or rather, one person.

His wife, Y/N, was seated near the caramel mixing station, completely unaware of the mischief brewing in Willy’s mind. She was absorbed in watching the caramel’s glossy swirl, the soft glow of the factory lights reflecting off its surface. She loved moments like these—moments where she could quietly enjoy the magic of Willy’s world without interruption.

Willy, however, had other plans. He stopped a few feet away from her, his blue eyes sparkling with playful energy as he tilted his head, observing her. She looked beautiful, as she always did, but there was something about her calm focus that made him want to disturb her peace in the most endearing way possible.

Clearing his throat dramatically, Willy stepped closer, the heels of his shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor. Y/N looked up at him, her lips curving into a warm smile.

“What’s that look for?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Willy didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned on his cane, peering at her as though he were studying one of his latest candy inventions. “You’ve got something,” he said finally, his tone light and teasing.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Something? Where?”

He pointed vaguely at her face, his finger hovering in the air. “Right there. On your nose.”

Instinctively, Y/N’s hand flew up to her face, brushing at her nose. “Did I get it?”

Willy’s grin widened, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Nope, still there. Hold still!”

Before she could react, he leaned in, his finger darting out to gently boop the tip of her nose. His touch was soft but precise, and the moment lingered in the air as Y/N blinked in surprise.

“Boop!” he exclaimed, his voice lilting with pure delight.

“Willy!” she cried, her laughter bubbling up as she swatted his hand away. “What was that for?”

“For fun,” he replied with a dramatic flourish, spinning his cane in a circle before resting it on his shoulder. “A nose as cute as yours deserves a boop every now and then.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile spreading across her face. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Insufferably in love with you,” he quipped, leaning closer so their faces were mere inches apart. His grin softened into something warmer as he added, “I couldn’t resist. You looked too serious staring at all that caramel.”

“Well, someone has to keep an eye on things while you’re busy being a menace,” she teased, poking his chest lightly.

“Oh, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Willy said, straightening up with exaggerated pride. “After all, isn’t a little mischief the secret ingredient to happiness?”

Before Y/N could reply, Willy leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “You brighten this place more than any candy ever could,” he said softly, his voice losing its playful edge for just a moment.

Y/N’s cheeks warmed at his words, and she reached out to gently tug on his lapel. “You’re lucky you’re charming, Mr. Wonka. Otherwise, I might have thrown caramel at you for that boop.”

“Ah, but what a sweet revenge that would be,” he replied, his grin returning full force.

Laughing, Y/N shook her head, letting him pull her to her feet. Together, they walked hand in hand through the vibrant chaos of the factory, the scent of chocolate and sugar swirling around them. Willy’s finger occasionally darted out toward her nose, threatening another boop, and each time she batted him away, her laughter echoing through the candy-coated wonderland.

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀

🌟 = Fluff, 🪐 = Angst, ✨ = mild spice, 🎬 = hurt/comfort

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A candy-coated boop 🌟

A bit of love and chocolate 🌟

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you met him on a thursday.

not that the day matters, really, but he would always remember it like it did. said thursdays felt like beginnings, and you, standing there in the soft light of the shop window, your hands curled around a cup of tea and your eyes steady on his, it felt like the first page of a romance novel.

he was talking to the shopkeeper about cocoa beans, something about mouthfeel and integrity and how 'chocolate should feel like a memory'. you weren’t listening at first. not until he laughed, it was soft and a little startled, like someone had surprised him with his own joy. you looked up. and he looked back.

and everything that came after was quiet.

“you always smell like sugar,” you said one morning, your voice still scratchy from sleep.

“occupational hazard,” he murmured, cheek pressed to the pillow, curls a little chaotic. “you don’t mind, do you?”

you shook your head, pressed a kiss to the slope of his shoulder.

“i think i’d miss it if you didn’t.”

he had a way of making even the smallest things feel like magic. folding napkins into roses. spelling your name in spun sugar. telling you stories like they were secrets, eyes bright, hands moving in the air like he was sculpting the words as he said them.

“i want to build something,” he told you once, “a place. for people who still believe in whimsy.”

you leaned into him, heart warm.

“then do it,” you said. “i already believe in you.”

sometimes, when it got late and the world felt too sharp, he’d reach for your hand without saying anything. just gently lace his fingers with yours.

“thank you,” he said one night, voice soft like sugar melting in warm milk. you didn’t ask what for. you just squeezed back.

ʚoɞ

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he’s such a hard worker. he’s got to get this flavor just right, has to keep making adjustments so you’ll absolutely love it. he’s so focused, and there’s a certain determination to him. his hands were sticky and sugary when he wrapped them around your waist. it’s cute to see him try to be so careful about touching you, trying his best not to get sugar everywhere. he’s got some of it on his apron. it got on your skin too, but you don’t mind.

he pulls away just for a moment, and you’re able to watch his face this time. his face is flushed, sugar and white chocolate staining his lips and face. his lips look so pretty, his cheeks are soft pink, and his eyes are hazy. “gotta get it just right.” he manages to say before he’s diving back in again to get another taste.

your soft thighs jerk against his cheeks, and it doesn’t help that he’s also being so sloppy. the way he’s licking and kissing is rough, like he has no idea the effect he’s having on you. he’s so focused and desperate to get the taste right.

he grips your thighs just slightly tighter, his fingers sinking into the skin hard enough to leave little indents, he seems to be getting into a rhythm, his face pressing between your thighs, his mouth so eager and messy. like he doesn’t know how hard you’re clenching, how you can barely keep your thighs open, or how you’re trying to stop all those pretty sounds from leaving your mouth. a long, shaky exhale drags out of your throat, soft and breathy as you cum. your thighs jerking and your fingers curling into the mess of his hair, gripping the tangled curls without thinking. he pulls away, his cheeks flushed and his face a mess with the sweet combination of sugar and you.

his voice is a soft whine when he speaks. and he’s still gently massaging your legs, just wanting to touch you but also trying not to leave a trail of sugar and chocolate all over you. “good?” was all he asked. the softest little syllable, and he already made it sound so pleading.

a shaky sound came out, "uh-huh", barely more than a breath. he smiles at that, his expression turning sweet and soft the moment you show any signs of approval. he loves you, just so much, and he can’t ever get enough of hearing you say you’re satisfied. he pushes himself up just a little more to rest his head on your stomach, letting the top of his head just barely touch your chest, before he lets out a content sigh.

“yeah?” he asks, but you can hear that it isn’t really a question, he also starts writing down some things in his notebook, writing down certain flavors, how you tasted, to get this chocolate perfect.

ʚoɞ

a/n: this is my first ever time writing x reader smut lmao neverrr thought it would be willy wonka but timothee..... mhm mhm mhm